#isn't love giving a loaded gun to someone and knowing they won't shoot at you

[itachi-with-a-chicken]

Today I'm here to traumatize you with something probably not so groundbreaking but!! It broke my mind!! So I'm gonna share

I've been thinking about the sentence "you said 'trust me'" and why it felt a bit strange. Like, sure, Crowley trusts Aziraphale. We know that, we know Aziraphale knows that, they say it explicitly for once, so what is the matter

Well, the matter is that Aziraphale asked Crowley to trust him, like it was Aziraphale shooting the shot, but in reality we know it was Crowley the one with the loaded gun

So what was Crowley trusting?

Well, Crowley was trusting Aziraphale, who in return was trusting Crowley with his - technically only corporal - life.

Now, aside for the entire ordeal of not being actually dead only discorporated and ecc ecc, let's speak symbolism

Because in my humble opinion, this is the closest thing we have to an admission of feelings from both of them.

On one side, we have Aziraphale - who is having a quite exciting night between the nazis, the show, the miracle not working, the hots for his knight in a shining armor - who is saying "I know for sure you will never hurt me, you'll find a way, everything will be fine"

If we ever gonna get Aziraphale admitting he's lost his faith, I believe he's gonna recall this moment. He's not praying God, he's on his own, and he's not afraid

(what was it? Even though I walk through the darkest valley, I will fear no evil, for you are with me)

On the other side, Crowley is just having a nightTM: saving their angel in distress (nice), him being grateful (NICE), contraband gone wrong (less nice), flirting with the angel (I don't know how else to call it)(niiice)

A normal tuesday.

Then, the miracle stopped working and they are on their own and they're pointing a loaded gun to their angel and oh boy things are going south fastly. The camera does a great amazing job in expressing how stressed Crowley feels with the trembling and the movement, just right on the spot. It starts trembling from the moment the gun is passed to Crowley, and its underlined when they cut to Furfur and it's perfectly stable, and stops only when the trick is done (amazing I love it)

Crowley is terrified, but Aziraphale said "Trust me" and he did. Only, it's not Aziraphale who is doing the risky part in theory, by shooting and aiming while never firing an arm before. But in practice? He totally is.

From facts, it's not news for us that they'd do anything to keep the other safe, but they can never acknowledge it, right? But here he is, entrusting his very own existence in Crowley capable hands and not only it's risky for a number of reasons, no, that's straight away nuts from any point of view. And it's even nutter (ehehehe like Agnes) when you realize he's doing the very same thing in the 67 by gifting him holy water.

I've always found odd that change of heart by Aziraphale. I couldn't only be because he found the entire heist thing silly, but it's not like they gave us more material to work with.

But in the light of what we saw in the 41 I feel a little bit more certain to say that Aziraphale is moving on the same feeling he moved in the bullet catch.

"I trust you to not hurt me, I trust you to not kill yourself because you know what it would mean to me"

Of course, they cannot speak of it. Of course, all they have is flirty banter and Crowley hyping Aziraphale up for his show. Of course, when Aziraphale gave them holy water, he nearly couldn't stop their feelings from coming to the surface and Aziraphale needed to be the one to put a break on it. They had one (1) public appearance and it took an earthly miracle to not get discovered.

All they had, for so much time, was those silent confessions and those candle light lit and glasses of wine shared. Someday, tho, they will dine at the Ritz (metaphorically, too). (And maybe have some go--sat--damn explicit conversation about their mutual feelings towards each other)

[j3st3r-13]

*clears throat*

dad trevor, with the reader being their teen kid (can be fem or neutral doesn't matter)

ty!

trevor philips with a teen!kid

anon this is my fucking jam

let's be honest here you were either the result of some hookup or he found you on the street. it really doesn't matter because your dad loves you no matter what 100% of the time.

you could try and kill him and he'd be like okay crazy calm down and go back to bed.

depending on the time period wade and chef are your uncles or brad lester and Mikey are your uncles. either way, your the most protected kid on the planet, nobody and I mean nobody fucks with you.

trev will teach you how to shoot from the moment you can hold a gun. you scap with whoever whenever. uncle M says that you inherited feralness from your dad (he's right)

you are the only one who can calm Trevor down, sometimes you can't but mostly you can. you are also the only one he would ever consider giving up meth for.

sorry sweetie he would die for you but he won't give up his criminal lifestyle for you. he's gonna die with a gun in his hand whether you like it or not.

trev teaches you everything you know, how to read, write, hotwire anything, ride a bike, fly a plane, and load a gun. he's your sole teacher which probably isn't good in the long run, but he's fun.

Trevor's suicidal tendencies are gone with you, he can't imagine leaving you behind, especially by his own hand. its the main reason why he forgives Michael he gets it now.

(im imagining you an older teen like 19/20. traces age)speaking of Michael you were heartbroken to find out uncle mickey was dead, and you mourned him alongside your dad, only to find out he's alive and well?! you practically kick the door in yourself.

you cant forgive uncle M for a long time but you do enjoy that you have your best friends Tracey back. It's a heartwarming reunion and even jimmy takes a second away from his dick and his game to hug you.

if you are an older teen like 'the 20's'20s then you might date franklin or Lamar,(only if you wanted to and I was gonna include trace but it is kinda weird ) anyway trev would be furious and pleased if you dated someone like frank. he knows and respects frank but franks also shit scared of your dad win-win.

your dads is surprisingly cool with you dating as long as it's all age-legal and shit. he doesn't care if you hook up/friends with benefits but if you dated so he'd wanna know as soon as. mostly so he can do his whole scary dad routine. ( he does this for fun, he trusts you to be smart and date who you like, I mean he fell in love with a mexicans wife he held hostage)

when you get older you'd move into a nearby trailer, taking up the whole block. It's funny TPI trailers are a mess and yous look semi-decent.

overall, Trevor an amazing father, not a very conventional one but someone you can turn to and trust. he's your friend first but a protective father second. he loves you and you have some badass parents

oh god I dont even wanna think about something sensible...

[taggedmemes]

SENTENCE MEME ⟶ OXVENTURE PRESENTS: DEADLANDS / ch2 always feel free to tweak the sentence to fit your muse.

'you have to eat that noisy?'

'i feel if you were having some of these beans you'd be making the same noises.'

'you're a growing boy! you should eat more things in general.'

'sit back. it's going to be 90 minutes of pure solitaire.'

'i mean everybody came out covered in gore.'

'love this energy.'

'i can't wait to see this bastard taken down, to be honest.'

'he rose through the ranks particularly fast. last i heard he'd been made a general.'

'i had these wanted posters made up.'

'did you have a follow-up thought, grandad?'

'this isn't a dead or alive situation, let me make this clear.''

'i've had several people come here and say that they've killed him. then he pops up again.'

'i assume it was shot with a very, very big gun.'

'he won't stop talking about how he shot that sasquatch.'

'you can't make an omelette without breaking a few sasquatches.'

'we don't just happen to have fifty yards of hempen rope.'

'i left my horse somewhere else apparently.'

'i've got some grubby old dynamite sticks shoved in my pocket, so no one set me on fire.'

'the wet goods store is right next to the dry goods store.'

'i think we can assume that walking up and plugging him in the dome will pull quite a lot of attention. not all of it positive.'

'maybe he loves jerky. we can put some jerky under a box and a stick and then he'll come out of town, and...'

'i'm not in funds as such.'

'he ain't my grandpa!'

'i don't want to impose or assume, but can we load you up with all this stuff?'

'okay, the story: we are couriering jerky.'

'beats 'jerkin' it'.'

'we can always tuck and roll. i do it all the time! it doesn't hurt as much as you think.'

'will you accept payment in the form of jerky?'

'the jerky was right next to the opium. it's possible some mixing as occurred.'

'i feel like there's a word for that if i knew more words.'

'you're a great shot and frankly you're a little scary when you're riled.'

'miss, can you write fair?'

'i can write passably well.'

'it's been a while since i was mining.'

'i, for one, have never mined.'

'if i were to assign it a fear level, i would give it about a four.'

'that's the second or third smart thing you've said today.'

'you'll have to forgive me: i am extremely old.'

'this presents a unique opportunity!'

'this sounds like a gas!'

'is there any action? is there a poker table?'

'you're pretty handy with those cards, right?'

'kid, you read my mind.'

'looks like you know what you're doing with them cards.'

'what do you think your odds are?'

'yeah, well, they didn't have what we have. which is enormous skill.'

'they don't have what i have! i have three months to live.'

'i don't know, you look like someone just walked over your grave.'

'i can't /possibly/ fail at gambling.'

'the game itself is supposed to be fun, you know.

'if you merely ask questions earlier and shot later, rather than the other way round, you wouldn't shoot so many people.'

'posers.'

'have you done much duelling?'

'i never heard of folks willingly coming to a town looking to get shot.'

'the grown up world is weird.'

'you're awfully young to get shot to death.'

'that's fine, i understand. if you need to shoot me, go ahead.'

'surely he won't agree to shoot a child to death?'

'LOT OF DEAD PEOPLE IN HERE, TOO!'

'the barman seemed alive enough to me. at least in a corporeal sense; his spirit was very downtrodden.'

'you think you have a lot to offer?'

'don't worry son, i'll go easy on ya. i'll shoot the gun right outta your hand.'

'i don't know if this is helpful or even possible, but...'

'i can dig graves very deeply and very neatly! but i can do shallow if it is for someone you wish to disrespect.'

'what i'm trying to do it, um, uh... kill you. so that i can benefit from your death. financially.'

[ma-gic-gay]

"I'm sorry, what?" Carly asks when Olivia tells her the news. "You- repeat that, please."

"Jason has been shot. He's going to the hospital right now. I didn't get a good look at him or anyone, really, but I do know that he's not doing so hot right now. Go to GH, I'll handle everything tonight," Olivia repeats, urging her to leave. "Do you want me to call Sonny?"

"God no. I-I'll do it myself. Thank you," the blonde says, rushing to catch her breath and get to her purse, behind the bar. He's been shot. With a gun. This is exactly what she didn't want to happen to him. Dammit!

She doesn't have the time to fall apart, though, and calls Michael when she locates her phone in her purse. "Michael. Jason's been shot. I'm heading to GH right now," she rushes out before ending the call and fumbling for her keys.

Finally getting the keys, she sprints to her car and runs every red she sees, not caring about getting a ticket or whatever. The hospital's only a few minutes away, so she's able to get there in record time and runs in the doors, conveniently right at the time Michael shows up with an anxious Willow, Dante, Wiley, and Monica. "Mom, what's going on?"

"Jason got shot," she forces out, the realization of what happened sinking down on her like the way a bullet sinks into the skin.

That was a morbid metaphor.

"Where's Dad? Does he know what happened?" Michael asks impatiently. He's probably thinking about his personal experience with guns: He got shot and was in a coma for awhile.

"He's at home, I haven't told him yet," Carly sighs, processing.

"Why isn't he here? Jason's his best friend, Mom. Did Dad get shot too?" Michael continues to ask and she sighs again. Well, better now than never he finds out. Though this is incredibly unideal timing.

"No, he's fine. It's just that Sonny's not exactly thrilled with either Jason or me right now."

"What happened?"

"It's a long story," the blonde shakes her head quickly. "I want to tell you but right now we should all be focused on how Jason's doing and what his condition is."

"Carly?" Elizabeth asks, confused. "What are you doing here?'

"It's Jason. He, he's been shot," Carly manages to get out, her heart breaking again. That's the last time she ever wants to say those words. God, why couldn't he be a farmer or something, maybe a musician or a normal person with a mundane job?

Well, then again, if he was, Carly probably wouldn't have cared much about him. Normal people bore her, it's why she kept coming back to Sonny.

"He's been what?" Elizabeth asks. "How did this happen?"

"I don't know. All I know is we heard sirens outside of the Metro Court and Olivia went outside to figure out what was going on and then Jason was being loaded into an ambulance for a gunshot wound. He's not here yet?" Carly asks, containing her sobs and minor hatred for her.

"No, he's not. How did you get here faster than him?"

"May or may not have broken several traffic laws."

"We were at the hospital for Wiley's appointment," Michael says, gesturing to the clan of Q's and Dante with him.

"We have an ambulance coming in, gunshot wound to the chest!" Portia informs everyone and that's when the very first tear is shed from her. The chest? How the hell do you shoot someone in the chest in that parking garage? How didn't she think of this before, that someone could go and shoot them in plain sight; HER parking garage was a target too. Great. Just great.

The stretcher with him is rushed in and everything becomes blurry as she fights off the tears. Nope, not today. He is not dying today if she's got anything to say about it.

"Male, 48, GSW to the chest. Sats are staying roughly the same and BP is as well. Found him in his car. Apparently there might be a gunman running around town. Cops didn't find anything at the scene," the paramedic says quickly, rushing him into the nearest room.

"That's Jason," Willow gasps, gripping her husband's hand.

"Yes it is. And I bet I know who shot him, too! One of Cyrus's guys," Michael says and his mother can feel the anger coming off of him.

"Michael. Causing a scene won't help anything here. Let's just let them do their jobs and tell us what we need to know when we need to know it," Carly says uncharacteristically. She's never, ever calm when anyone gets into an accident like this.

"Carly, are you okay?" Dante questions his stepmom.

"No."

"I'm calling Sonny. No arguing," he says to her, walking away.

She gives herself a minute to collect her thoughts before thinking about how disastrous Dante calling Sonny is. For all they know, he gave the damm order!

Put some faith in the guy, Carly. He is your husband, after all.

That's how, twenty minutes later, Sonny ends up finally showing up at GH with Joss, who's clearly worried. By the looks of it, Sonny's been pretty damn loud with his rage. She just hopes he didn't scare her too bad. It takes a lot to rattle her mini me, though, and so this reaction is concerning.

"Mom, I need to talk to you for a minute," Joss asks, looking highly concerned.

"Sure, hon. Let's just wait for the doctors to tell us what's going on with Jason first, okay?" The blonde suggests to her daughter, who nods her agreement as Portia walks towards them.

"Jason has to be taken into surgery to remove the bullet. He has stabilized and that's a good sign. Carly, you have his power of attorney, right?" Portia asks and Carly nods. "Good. I'm going to need you to sign off on this paperwork for the surgery before we can actually dislodge the bullet."

Thankfully there's a pen attached to the clipboard Portia extends to her and so Carly signs off quickly, not even registering what she's signing. "Can we see him?"

Portia sighs, considering it. "We won't have the OR prepped for a few more minutes, so if you like, you can visit one at a time."

Not wasting another minute, Carly hands her the clipboard and walks into the room seeing the very disheartening sight of him going in and out of consciousness, groaning in pain. She sheds a few years and he notices her presence in the room. "Carly? What are you doing here?"

"You got shot," she answers simply.

"Yes, I did," he nods, confused.

"You're not allowed to die," she tells him firmly. "You simply cannot. I will not be okay if you do and I know that if I tell you that you'll fight harder. So I'm telling it to you as best I can, I won't be okay if you die. You put me through it once, and I will be damned if I let that happen again. You'll survive this, promise me."

"Carly," he sighs, "you know I can't make you that promise. I promise you that I'll do my best to survive this."

"Don't make me guilt trip you," she threatens playfully.

"I get the gist of it and need to get this bullet out of me, so please go so the doctors can save me and you can give me more headaches with your plans," he smiles at her before drifting out of consciousness again. Ugh.

"Fine," she agrees though she doesn't want to, "I'll agree to that. Don't you dare die on me though. I love you."

As she leaves the room, a single tear falls from her eyes that she quickly wipes away, putting on a brave face for the kids. "He's gonna make it out of this, I have faith he will," Dante assures her.

"Thanks. I needed that," Carly smiles at him. "Now, Joss, do you want to go talk about this somewhere else?"

"Yeah, please," the teenager agrees.

They walk away and as soon as they're out of earshot, Joss asks, "Did you and Jason kiss?"

That was... Direct. "Yes," Carly admits, studying her daughter's face for any sign of not being okay with it or anything else like that but instead notices there's a sigh of relief. What the hell?

Noting the expression on her mom's face, Joss says, "Sonny was losing his mind at home, he screamed about it. He was scaring Avery and Donna so I took them outside and had them play for a few minutes while he was losing it and went inside. He was drinking... Something, I couldn't tell, and I asked him what the hell he was doing. That was probably a dumb thing to do, though, because he started yelling at me about how I was going to hate you and that he needed to tell me before you two got to but then Dante called him and so we came here."

Carly engulfs her daughter in a hug at that, mama bear and Jason got shot rage all combining into one. Sonny's got good reason to be scared if he's not already. "Oh Joss, I am so sorry you had to deal with that. Sonny shouldn't have been drinking in the first place around you girls. Thank you, for taking your little sisters outside."

"Of course. I figured he's just angry about something, so when I found out we were going here I was happy he wasn't seeing things or off his lithium," Joss beans at her mom. "I don't want anything bad happening to Jason, of course, but I was scared, Mom. Scared of what he was gonna do."

"You have every right to that fear," she smiles at her. "When he gets like this, it's completely unacceptable behavior. I'm so sorry he did that to you. He had no right to scare your little sisters and you like that." He is so dead. No one messes with her kids.

"Please don't kill him," Joss jokes and Carly fakes a smile.

"I would never."

"Well, I think we've got the slightly more pressing matter of you being in love with a certain Jason Morgan to discuss," Joss smiles at her mom.

"God, Sonny really did tell all the story," Carly sighs. "Are you okay with all of this?"

"Mom," she rolls her eyes, "you're in love! This is a good thing! I'm happy for you two. Besides, you know we all love him. It's not like it'll be a huge adjustment until I move."

"Oh god, I haven't even thought of that yet," Carly sighs, pinching her temples.

"Sorry to wreck the party, but Sam's over there losing it," Monica tells them before excusing herself to go to the chapel.

"I have a headache already," Carly complains before walking to Sam. "Hey, Sam. May I ask why you're sobbing on the hospital floor?"

"Jason's been shot, Carly! Why aren't you sobbing and screaming and causing a scene?" Sam asks her.

"I know he's been shot, but I'm being strong for my kids and Monica and Willow. I've got plenty of time to fall apart and I'm barely not," she admits, "but it won't help anything. He's in surgery right now and the best thing you can do is go spend time with the kids. They need their mom."

"This is what I get for breaking up with him. He's in love with you and look at me, pathetically crying. God, this is so pathetic," Sam sighs, collecting herself after a minute. "I'm sorry about earlier."

"You were upset and lashed out. Trust me, out of you and Sonny he's the one I'd shoot first," Carly attempts to crack a smile.

Sam lets out a hollow laugh at that before leaving, confusing pretty much everyone. "Aren't her and Jason together? Why isn't she pacing the halls of GH with us?" Michael presses his mother and Sonny snaps.

"Your mother and him are in love or something disgusting like that," he says, shocking everyone. "Him and Sam have been over for a couple of weeks."

"Did-did-did he say love?" Michael stutters out, the first to collect himself enough to say that. "Like, romantically?"

"Yes," Carly admits. "Look, we can talk more about this later."

"Actually, I see this as the perfect time to talk about it," Sonny chimes in, smiling. "After all, Jason's in surgery for god knows how long and you've got nothing but time to explain to them what happened between you two today. Repeatedly."

"Oh my god, did you-" Dante starts, trailing off.

"No! God no, we did not sleep together," Carly answers quickly and Joss flicks him in the back of the head. Attagirl.

"Then what did you do?" Willow asks cautiously. Unlike everyone else here, this is her first big fight between Carly and Sonny to deal with.

"They kissed. In public. Where anyone who cared to dine at the Metro Court could see them," Sonny starts. "And them when I got upset, they both started defending each other to me and I ended up finding out that they're in love. My wife and my best friend, in love! Give it up for things I wasn't expecting this year!"

"Sonny that's enough," Joss starts in on her stepfather before Michael cuts in.

"Dad. Shut up. Mom's in love with Jason? This is a lot to wrap my head around so give me a minute," he urges of his unresponsive father.

"I'm not exactly hearing a thank you or a single- Ow, Joss, what the hell?" Sonny asks when she elbows him in the ribs.

"Stop talking down to my mom, first off, and second, don't be rude to Jason either. He's your business partner! You two have known each other forever!"

"Which is why this hurts so much, Josslyn! They've betrayed me," Sonny moans in pain when she elbows him yet again. Motherly pride fills Carly.

"Following your heart isn't betrayal, it's doing what you feel is best. It's listening to your heart no matter the consequences. You're supposed to be an adult, so start acting like one dammit! I'm embarrassed to be seen in public when you're throwing a temper tantrum so grow the hell up," Joss explains to him.

"Mom, you cheated on Dad? With Jason?" Michael asks, connecting the dots.

"Yes. I didn't mean to and I know it was wrong to do and I'm so sorry if this taints your view of either of us but it just happened so fast and," Carly gestures around the hospital. "Now we're here."

"I don't know what to feel," he admits.

"That's okay, Michael. Please, take your time to process this and work through your emotions. I'm sure you especially will have a lot of them," she smiles at her oldest son.

"Him especially?" Dante asks, confused.

"Jason raised me for the first couple years of my life and on and off since then, because Dad couldn't always do that. It's like I had two dads growing up. So this news kinda confuses me a lot and I've got lots of questions but I'm only with this," Michael dmes.

"You're siding with the?" Sonny snarls. "Really? After everything they put you through-"

"You shot me in the head and put me in a coma! They're not doing anything illegal and it's not my place to judge," Michael snaps at his father. "Joss is right, grow the hell up."

"I'm always right," she smiles at her big brother who pulls her in for a hug.

"Not always, but it happens on occasion," Michael teases her and she gently slaps his arm. "Where the hell did you learn how to hit like that?"

"I took self defense classes from Jason."

"Of course you did," Michael sighs at his sister's antics. "For when you start a massive fight."

"Ooh, good idea," she teases him.

Sonny interrupts the moment. "Hey you two, you're on her side in all of this?"

"Yes, we are, because you scared our little sisters into making me take them outside so they wouldn't have to hear you screaming. They lost their minds and they didn't know what happened to you. Honestly, neither do I!" Joss exclaims.

This is providing a good distraction from the whole Jason's having surgery thing right now, but that doesn't mean it's not at the front of everyone's mind. Everyone except Sonny, it seems, and that in and of itself is suspicious to Carly. They don't know who ordered the hit on him yet.

Too much complicated.

To be continued

:,)

[addictofsupernatural]

The Road So Far (pt. 3)

Sweet Pea x reader

Summary: You and your brothers train a group of gang members the best you can in a short amount of time. Will it pay off?

Riverdale + Supernatural Crossover

Word Count: 2482

Chapter 1 • Chapter 2

After school you and your brothers waited in your motel for Sweet Pea to text you. "This is a bad idea." Dean stated.

"You don't know that." You argued.

"Oh, I do. We shouldn't involve other people in hunter's business."

"This isn't a normal town, Dean. This town is different."

"Different my ass. Don't get too attached. We'll be back on the road, heading to some other town that needs saving."

Your emotions got the better of you, and you opened your mouth to say something that you'd been keeping to yourself for a long time. "What's so wrong with being attached? What's so wrong with belonging to someplace? Why can't I belong anywhere?"

He fell silent. "I need some space." He mumbled before grabbing his keys and leaving.

You felt tears welling up. Emotions that you've been suppressing came bubbling to the surface. You turned to Sam. "I shouldn't have said that! I'm sorry. I shouldn't ha..." You trailed off, tears threatening to spill.

He pulled you in for a hug. "No, it's okay. You shouldn't have to apologize."

"Yes I do." You sniffed. "I'm a hunter. I shouldn't think like that."

"You don't have to be a hunter if you don't want to. We never gave you a choice."

"I do like being a hunter. I like being able to save people. But always being on the move. It's tiring, and I want someplace to get to always have. No matter what happens, I'll still have a home to go to. Like Bobby's, before everything happened."

"I get that." He offered you a smile. "I'll talk to Dean about it."

You shook your head. "I don't know Sam. Dean seems to shut down whatever I say."

Sam didn't know what to say. "You should take a quick shower. It'll make you feel better."

When you got out of the shower and dried your hair, you opened the bathroom door to see Dean. "Look kiddo, we need to talk–" he was cut off by the knocking on the door.

"I'll get it!" You said eagerly, not wanting to start that conversation.

It was Jughead and his dad. "Come with us." You all followed them to the Whyte Wyrm, where about thirty Serpents and Archie were inside. "These are who were open to the idea." Jughead explained.

You noticed that some of them were eyeing Archie. "You told gingy #1?"

"I can help." He said. "I want to help."

You shrugged. "Okay, I guess. Teens, you're with me. The rest of you are with Sam and Dean."

The ten teenagers followed you, while Sam and Dean split up the rest. You showed them how to load a gun, as well as turn the safety on and off. You then showed them how to fire, with targets being stapled to trees. "Okay guys, your turn. I'm trusting you with my guns, so don't be dumbasses. Please."

They were mostly bad. The best one was, surprisingly, Archie. Apparently this wasn't the first time he's dealt with a gun before. You looked back at Sweet Pea, who was barely hitting the target. You watched as he closed one eye and shot again.

"Y'know," you said as you walked up to him. "If you want to hit the target, you should try looking at it with both eyes. Maybe you'll see twice as good."

He looked at you, heat spreading across his face. You were smiling at him, not an amused smile but a gentle one. "It's not like it's just me."

"I know. The only one who seems decent is Archiekins."

Your smile faded as you saw the look of anger on his face. He looked down. "He's not as amazing as everybody makes him."

"Of course not." You brought your hand to his cheek so he could look at you. "He couldn't measure up to you, of course. He wouldn't tell it how it is. He wouldn't give me some of his stuff so that he would have to see me again. He wouldn't be so sweet even when I'm going to leave. You're my hero, remember?"

He looked at your lips before leaning towards you. Just before your lips were going to touch, Dean clasped both of your shoulders, slightly pushing you away. "You should move on teaching different weapons now."

Later on Sam and Dean were eating together while taking a break in teaching the others how to fight an army of werewolves. Dean looked over to you, who was eating and laughing together with Sweet Pea. "We need to break them apart." He stated.

"Dean, it's not like they're dating." Sam looked annoyed as he listened to his brother complain again about the two teenagers. "And either way she won't listen to you."

Dean thought for a moment. "No, but she might listen to someone else." He took out his phone and looked at a certain contact, sighing.

"Dean, no. There's no reason for Crowley to get into her business."

"It's for the case." Dean tried to urge.

He scoffed. "Yeah, if the case is killing Sweet Pea."

Dean ignored his brother and pressed the call button. Dean then proceeded to tell Crowley about the boy you were getting carelessly close to. After he was done talking, he heard silence. "Hello? Crowley, you there?"

"Hello boys." The brothers turned to see a familiar demon with a bag in his hand. "Where's the girl, I want to give her a gift."

"Damnit Crowley." Dean said. "How many times do I have have to tell you to stop spoiling her?"

"Oh, you big, lumbering piles of flannel, you need to learn that there's nothing wrong with a bit of pampering here and there." He then spotted you with Sweet Pea, Jughead and Archie. "Ah, here we are."

You were talking to your friends, but your voice died off as your attention was brought to the demon heading towards you. "Crowley?"

"Hello darling." You hopped off of the bench you were on with a big smile on your face. You gave him a hug, and he patted your head in response. "Here you are, love. Just a little something I feel you deserve."

It was a necklace with an expensive looking jewel attached to it. "I love it! So, how's hell?"

"The demons are dreadfully annoying, darling. I'm glad you gave me an excuse to get away from them for a bit."

"Demons?" Jughead said. "Are you a demon?"

Crowley rolled his eyes. "Not just any demon, the king! The king of hell!" He then took a step closer, showing his red eyes. "What's your name boy?"

"Crowley." You said in a warning tone.

Jughead backed up a bit, saying his name. He then looked at Archie. "And you?" Archie gave his name as well. Crowley then turned to the boy sitting next to you. "Ah, so you must be Sweet Pea."

"Crowley!" He snapped his head to you. "Stop. I don't know what Dean told you, but leave him alone." He continued to stare at you. "Please. For me. Your favorite human, remember?"

He looked back at Sweet Pea. "This isn't over."

He then walked away from a Sweet Pea was looked like he was two words away from shitting himself. "I'm so sorry, he shouldn't have done that to either one of you, and–"

"He won't kill us, right?" Jughead asked, still eyeing Crowley.

"No! I won't let him, I promise."

"What if he doesn't listen to you?" Sweet Pea quietly asked.

You reached out to hold his hand. "No, Sweets–"

Sweet Pea unconsciously backed up. He realized what he did from the hurt look on your face. "Y/n I'm sorry–"

"No, it's okay." You put on a weak smile. "I'm gonna go be alone for a bit." He tried to grab your wrist but you were quicker, and quickly walked away.

While Dean and Crowley were arguing with Sweet Pea, Jughead and Archie, blaming them for whatever reason you left, Sam slipped away to follow you. He found you sitting on a boulder by Sweet Water River, watching the rapid stream. "Hey tiny. You want to talk about it?"

"Why can't I be happy?" You quietly asked, eyes not leaving the river.

Sam hesitated. "You can–"

"No I can't. Dean shoots down anything related to stability, which is something that makes me feel at ease. I get scolded for making friends, who make me feel like I'm not some freak. Now the first outside person to accept all of me is getting threatened by the people in my life, even though he makes me happier than I've been in a long time. How come I don't deserve to be happy?"

This made Sam's chest tighten with sadness for you. They weren't giving you a choice, just like your dad did to them. They just wanted to be there to see you grow up, to protect you from the dangers of the world. Sam thought it would be better if he gave you more freedom, but that wasn't good enough.

He put an arm around your shoulder, and you rested your head on his chest, enjoying the peaceful silence. When you were ready to return you two found Sweet Pea running around, looking for you. He found you, and Sam decided to give you two some space.

"Y/n," he panted. "We need to talk. I'm so sorry–"

You shook your head and put your hands on his cheeks, silencing him. You then took off the dog tag you were wearing, bringing it out to him. "You shouldn't have to work so hard for someone like me. You deserve better than that."

He stared at the dog tag, and shook his head. "What if I want to work hard for someone like you? Maybe that's what you deserve."

He paused before taking the dog tag and putting it on. He then brought his pocket knife out and put it in your front flannel pocket. "Pea." You couldn't help the small smile forming.

"I really like that pocket knife, so I'll definitely be back for that." He smiled at you.

"Why me?"

"Because you've had it worse than any of us, but you still manage to show your pretty smile. You say what you think is important. With you, I'm not a person from the Southside. I'm just me." He then went down and kissed your cheek. "I want to take this slow to savor it. Is that okay with you?" Ghosting your hand over your cheek, you nodded, somewhat in a daze. He then took your hand, interlocking fingers. "You ready to go back?" You smiled and nodded.

Later on, people were relaxing at the Whyte Wyrm. You looked over to Crowley, who was talking to Jughead and Betty, answering their questions with annoyance. You then watched people play pool. You then turned to Sam. "Feel like making some money?"

"I bet I'll get more." He said, full of pep.

"You're on." You then saw someone finish up a game of pool, walking up to them. "Wow, that looks fun! I've never played before, but I bet I'd like it." You pretended to stumble a bit, fake giggling.

"I don't mind teaching ya, babe." This caught Sweet Pea's ear. He didn't see you drink anything, so why were you acting like this, as well as letting that man talk to you like that?

You bounced up and down, giggling. "Yay! You know what would make it even more fun? It we bet money on it! I get to learn how to play pool, and you could make some money!"

The man smirked you got yourself a deal. $80." He took out a stack of money, and you didn't too. Sweet Pea was caught off guard with that. How did you have so much money on you? You ended up winning fairly quickly.

"Yay! That was fun!" The man grumbled. "Aw, don't be like that. I bet it was beginners luck. How bout this, double or nothing?" So you played again and won. You put the money in your pocket, ignoring the man's curses. "Dude, a bet's a bet. I won, fair and square." You then went to Sam, confident. "$160. You?"

"$210."

"Damn." The two of you laughed, and Sweet Pea watched in awe of you Winchesters that you were all able to make money so easily.

You then looked over to Dean, who was with a woman. He then mentioned having a motel room, and with that the two of them left. Sam sighed. "Dean."

"Gross." You grumbled. "Sleeping in Baby it is."

"You could sleep at my place." Sweet Pea offered. You two stared at him. "I have a bed sofa, and a chair couch. It'll be fine."

Sam nodded his head. "That's very nice of you. Let's go then."

As the three of you were driving to Sweet Pea's trailer, you look out a chest from under the seats, and opened it. It had photographs, as well as jewelery. You put Crowley's necklace in there with ease. "I didn't know you were into that stuff."

You shook your head. "I'm not, but it's nice have I'm even getting gifts. It's the thought that counts."

Sweet Pea offered the bed to you, while Sam slept on the couch bed and Sweet Pea slept on the couch chair. You only problem was your nightmares. They happened mainly when you were alone at night, or some bad memories were brought up to the surface.

You shot up from your very realistic evil dream. You quietly went out of the room, and was about to wake up Sam when you looked over at Sweet Pea. He looked so gently, not to mention uncomfortable, so you gently shook him. "Sweets." You whispered.

He gave out a groan. "What's wrong?" He asked, groggily.

"I had a nightmare. Could you lay back down with me?" He hesitated. "Please? I feel more calm with you."

He got up, and remembered that you were only wearing one of his shirts, like he offered. You both laid down, and you snuggled into his chest as you tangled your limbs. He out one arm around you as the second one was in your hair as he buried his face in it. You both then dozed off.

When Sam woke up, he didn't see Sweet Pea on the sofa chair. He went into his bedroom, and saw the two of you snuggled up together. He had noticed that Sweet Pea was out of the covers while you were under them. He smiled. Sweet Pea didn't want Sam to get mad, so he untangled himself from you while you were sleeping, but stayed with you.

Sam loudly knocked on the door, waking both of you up. He stood there as you both began to stir awake. As soon as Sweet Pea realized that your big brother was standing there, he immediately jumped away from you. "It's not what it looks like."

Sam nodded. "She gets nightmares and doesn't like being alone. I get it." You sat up with a lazy smile, causing Sweet Pea to smile. "C'mon. Today's our last day of training."

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Defining love 1-3

Long story short, I have a friend I talk to over the internet. Over the past three years as I went through life and stuff, she'd ask me my definition of love when I was high. It's changed a lot. Over and over. In order, this is what I said.

First time, three years ago: I think love isn't just looking at someone and think 'awe. They're cute. Aww. Whenever I talk to them my heart leaps. Aww. Our babies would be so cute! Aww. We'd be great parents!' That's all bullshit. Being in love is knowing someone. And having them know you. Having no secrets. And if you do you trust them with it. But there's a difference between loving someone and being IN love. Loving someone means youre ready to fucking fight for them. You're ready to go all out and give anything for them to be safe. Being IN love is ready to fucking die. Being in love means if someone has you the choice between them dying or you shooting yourself you'd already be loading the damn gun. None of the 'aye lil mama lemme smash' shit. The 'HOLY FUCK YOU STUBBED YA TOE LEMME PRAY FOR YA' type shit. Being in love... it's special. It happens a few times in someone's life. It's more than attraction. It's more than lust. It's someone knowing the nitty gritty details of your life and accepting both the disgusting flaws and the beautiful perfections. But it doesn't stop there. Their flaws become endearing almost, sometimes, and even if they dont, you power through them because all in all, that person is worth every ounce of effort. It's knowing  how they like their coffee/tea in morning and that they always wash their body only after they've conditioned. Not to that extent exactly... but it's the little things. It's the feeling of loving someone, yes, but it's more than the butterflies of when you talk to them. It's their presence. When you feel safe and comfortable in each others arms. Being able to tell them anything because you know they're there for you and they won't judge you. It's soup when they're sick. Picking up medicine at 1am because they're puking and shitting their brains out despite the long day at work you had. It's the willingness to die for them when push comes to shove. It's a Torrent of feelings and thoughts and emotions... But at the end of the day when everything seems wrong, they help show you a little right and why everything has happened. Making sure you're okay. It's pain and happiness and tears. Victories and defeats. Wanting to share your life with another person so when you're victorious, it's together.

Second time, last year:

Third time, last week: Love is love. Get it? No? Think about someone you really like. And I mean LIKE like. Think about hugging them. Think about them smiling at something you said. Think about how they laugh. Whether they do a cute snort or a soft chuckle. Think about them holding you. Feel that tingle in your stomach? The ache in your chest? That's love. It's not just a word we can define, its a feeling we endure. It's a feeling we fight against. An urge. And it feels amazing. We need it, we gotta have it. That's why we go around that person, that's why even after a horrible breakup or divorce or a loss people can still move on because of the hole of finding love again is such an astounding thought that that they have to see it happen. Love is more that sex, love is everywhere. In what we say, in what we make, in what we sow. There is no clear definitive way to describe it because we all have different experiences. All experiences with love. So fuck you brain, and your stupid need for mating and lust. The primal need of another persons presence for company and affection is just... In our genes. Love is natural. Love is the best, healer. Love. Is. Love. And there's nothing you can do about it. 😊