#it does feel like i had a coupla months in the sun and then a coupla years of getting knocked down and having to claw my way back to 'ok'

[wizardlyghost]

love how now that i'm working fewer days per week and have a chance to recover and do things i want to do i can't afford to take my meds on non-work days due to a global shortage. life sometimes gets better in some ways but ya can't let it get too good all at once. gotta keep that shit balanced.

[thedaveandkimmershow]

If I had to answer the question What did you guys do in March? I'd probably say It was a pretty chill month. Can't really think specifically of anything we did.

What I remember, of course, are our daily routines. My work in post-production across several companies, Kimmer's work that manifests in the relentless task of charting and also her doctoral program that manifests through writing, research, presentations, tests, class discussions and, of course, class.

I think of all that as our sort of baseline of activity atop which all kinds of other things happen.

So.

If I'm wondering what we did in any given month, for sure those threads pop up first.

A major reason last month's a bit opaque to me is that we spent the first six days of April in southern California camping above the beach with family. It's a yearly tradition and there's a lot of experience happening every day which makes for big new memories crowding out all the other ones in March.

There are ways I naturally leave breadcrumbs, though. And in tracking them back to the beginning of March, I realize that March got underway in the shadow of a life celebration for a friend and mentor who died at the end of November last year.

Leaving a helluva long shadow.

During the celebration, many many many many stories were told which is my favorite thing. In fact, it was pretty much all stories about our friend who's no longer with us which, as I think about it, is a wonderful way to both celebrate and to grieve.

One of the loveliest features of our family life is Linzy's music career. Because whenever there's a gig, life feels normal.

Normal?

Well, once upon a time there were no live gigs. For a coupla years at least.

So yeah. Live gigs feel normal.

In March, we went to Tim's Tavern in Burien to see a friend of Linzy's, Young-Chhaylee, whose band performed that night. Linzy's boyfriend, Reuben, plays keys for that band. No lightweight midi keyboard for Reuben, though. He's got a classic, old-school keyboard/cabinet set up.

What does that mean?

It means it's heavy. As in heavy heavy. And tall. He's gotta muscle this thing wherever he goes with it.

Cool as hell, though. And he's a master on those keys.

Also playing in March, The Little Lies had a gig at The Spanish Ballroom in Tacoma. A sold-out show opening for Queen Mother, the local Queen Tribute band, a good time was had by all at this all-ages event, including the little girls down front who were gobsmacked by all the things Linzy was doing on stage, like vocals, keys, and acoustic guitars.

Interesting takeaway from the gig: everyone mentions the hidden room. I'm guessing the building existed during prohibition so there's an actual hidden bar that's accessed through a nondescript wood panel that you have to already know opens into a hidden corridor.

Linzy also had a solo gig at Off Main in downtown Edmonds where we hung out at a nearby table with Reuben for dinner and conversation whist Linzy demonstrated an absolute command of mom 'n dad's favorite hits of the seventies and eighties.

🤯☺️👍

Toward the end of the month, as predicted by people who keep track of such things, the cherry blossoms in the Quad at my alma mater, the University of Washington, bloomed into pink and white gloriousness whilst hordes of students, moms and dads with children in tow, pro-photographers, and brides posing for that most perfect wedding photograph under a pink and white canopy under a mid-morning sun in full wedding gown royalness.

It's a big deal, pretty much.

Quick pivot here, I'm not sure when this happened. Early February, I think, is when we brought on board a second cat by the name of Quarter. A friend of ours was gonna be away for a while and needed someone to care for him. So yeah.

Two cats.

The cats each have a home base. For Dinker, that's our bedroom. For Quarter, that's the family room on the opposite end of the house.

When Quarter came to us, he kept to himself mostly under the couch in the family room, making temporary appearances for food... then retreating to his safe place. 

After a while, he grew comfortable in a nearby padded chair on a red blanket cuddled up to a large Boo doll (the little girl from Monsters Inc.). Soon as he did that, he also became comfortable exploring the dining room... then the living room...  then all the way down to the other end of the house from his: our bedroom.

By 'n by... 'n by 'n by... he starts jumping up short heights onto surfaces throughout the house: the arm of the living room couch. One of the dining room chairs and then, of course, the dining room table itself.

Not cool.

He jumped up onto the day bed in Kimmer's office and then, of course, our bed.

Boundaries much?

As well, there are definitely behaviors he's picking up about how to be a cat from Dinker. Like meowing loudly when I'm dishing up meals. Which makes no sense 'cause I'm already dishing up their meals. Like chasing the little red dot that I make run across the floor. At first Quarter would just watch it. But after observing Dinker go after it with a predator's wrath, he started doing that, too.

And then the at night thing.

You see at night we're in bed, reading, talking, listening to something, watching something... and Dinker lays on the bed with us. Winding his own self down.

So.

If that's what cats do, Quarter observed, then I've gotta be up there, too.

So yeah.

Two cats laying around on our bed at the end of the night.

It's still Dinker's home base, though, so when it's time to sleep, I carry Quarter back to the chair in his home base which is where he sleeps the whole night through. 😊

Quick status report on Cheeky & Dry, the non-alcoholic product center of the universe: we managed to stop in the same day each week in the evening after work. The only days we missed were two days we were on the road.

Lovely, lovely drinks, by the way.

Now, we left for our traditional yearly vacation with family at Crystal Cove in California over by Laguna Beach on the 31st. Easter. The last day of March this time around. And, because our first flight was scheduled for departure super early in the morning, Kimmer booked us into a hotel near South Center, about ten minutes down the hill from the airport. So we spent Saturday the 30th packing all day then leaving for the hotel.

And the night before all that gettin' outta town activity?

We spent the evening with dear friends and their children. And then when the kids went to bed, it got to be 100% adults hanging out time. It wound up, as you might suspect, an evening filled with everything including playing with beads and string on the floor as well as Adult Talk around the table. A lovely evening including dinner and drinks.

In a way, that felt like the last day of March. Whereas Saturday with all its travel arrangements and Sunday with its actual travel feel like they're attached to the beginning of April.

So there it is. March!

Now. Onward through April.

😊

[atc74]

The Sharp Knife of a Short Life

Warnings: Fluff, parental crap, fluff, love,  scary situations, canon level violence, TW: Major Character Death

Summary: Y/N finds love with a young man who is new in town. Will their love last forever like she hopes, or will it end before it’s really begun?

Pairing: Lee Webb x Reader

Word Count: 4025

Written for: @amanda-teaches​ Amanda’s 2K Writer & Reader Challenge (“I can’t explain right now, but I need you to trust me.”), @alleiradayne​‘s Summer Shut In Challenge (“Can you please come get me?”), and @katymacsupernatural​ Katy’s Make Me Feel Challenge (”That’s...a lot of blood.”. Writing has been such a struggle that I combined them all!

Beta’d by: @crashdevlin​ and @dean-winchesters-bacon​. Thank you both so much for taking a look and being so supportive of a new character. Also to @dolphincliffs​ for continually supporting (and feeding) my Christian Kane fix. 

A/N: We all know the orgin stories of our favorite, and not so favorite characters. But when a new character is introduced in the way Lee Webb was, there is so much to learn. He is a blank slate, except for his ending. We really don’t know what is and what not is OOC for him, so this is going to be so fun. I was inspired to write this after listening to The Band Perry’s “If I Die Young”. I’ve always thought this would be a great intro for a hunter, and I finally found it.  I hope you enjoy the journey!

P.S. I am using my forevers and my Dean list, since he does make an appearance. Please let me know if you prefer not to be tagged, should there be future Leo installments. Thank you. 

Circa 2001 - Somewhere in Oklahoma

“Mama, he’s a good man,” Y/N sighed loudly as she set the table for supper. 

“He’s a drifter, Y/N. He’s only been in town a short time. And working at that place!” her mother, Ruth, spat. 

“Not everyone gets a good family upbringin’. He’s had a hard life and is trying to make it better. And it’s a bar, Mama, not the Devil’s playground.” Y/N protested, slamming the last fork down harder than she intended. 

“That’s exactly what it is! Nothing good ever happened in that place and you’re not going there!” It had been a long time since she had heard her mother raise her voice. 

“Mother, I am twenty years old. I am not a child. Lee is a good man and I’ve been seeing him for more than three months. He’s coming to supper and you’ll be the gracious hostess we all know you are. Please reserve judgement until you’ve met him. Isn’t that what Jesus would do?” Y/N smiled sweetly, knowing how her religious mother always followed the Golden Rule. 

“Of course I will, Y/N. I’m not a heathen!” 

“Supper was delicious, Miss Ruth. Thank you so much for having me. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a meal this good,” Lee smiled at her as he stood to clear the dishes. 

“Well, I’m pleased you liked it. I’ve got plenty left over. Would you like me to pack you some to take home?” Ruth blushed at the compliment from her daughter's boyfriend as she searched for a container for his leftovers. 

“That would be wonderful, thank you ma’am. Now, you ladies go enjoy your tea, I’ll clean up here,” Lee shuttled the remaining dishes from the table to the sink. 

“Nonsense! Guests don’t do my dishes,” Ruth swatted him away with her towel. 

“Then let me dry, please. It’s the least I can do after such a meal. I haven’t eaten that well in, forever I think,” Lee offered. 

“Mama, let him help.” Y/N’s  voice carried through from the dining room as she carried the platter of fried chicken to the kitchen. 

~*~

“He’s a good man, Y/N. I can see he cares deeply for you,” her mother told Y/N quietly that night after Lee had gone. They sat on the back porch, sipping chamomile tea, as the sun set.

“He loves me, Mama. And I think I love him, too.” She smiled ear to ear. “You changed your tune pretty quick, though.” 

“He told me a little about his life, ya know. How his daddy left and his mama got sick. That’s no way for a child to live. But he’s making something for himself, and for you one day,” she commented. “He looks at you the way your daddy used to look at me.” 

“Yes he is, but please don’t go putting a ring on my finger. I’ve barely started living. I won’t always be working at the library, content to stay in this town,” Y/N stated. 

“I know, baby girl. There’s big things waiting for you out there. But leave room for him, too.” 

“Mama, three hours ago you didn’t even like the man, now you want us to run away together and get married?” Y/N laughed.   

“No, baby. I want you to get married, then run away and live your lives. I don’t want you stuck here like I was after your daddy passed. It’s no life for a young woman so vibrant and with so much to give the world,” Mama sniffed slightly, running the crumpled tissue in her hand underneath her nose. She rose and kissed the top of her head. “Goodnight, girl. Don’t stay up too late.”

A pack of coyotes howled in the distance as Y/N thought about what her mama had said. “Goodnight, Mama.” 

~*~

“Lee, what are we doing all the way out here? Why did you bring me out here? It’s dark and creepy,” Y/N muttered as Lee led her away from his truck, the path dark and obscured by shadows from the ancient pines towering above them. 

“I have a surprise for you, darlin’,” Lee smiled, his dimples carved deep into his cheeks. “Ta da!” 

“What is this?” Y/N gasped seeing a crippled cabin in front of them. The porch steps sagging from years of rot, the roof following suit. 

“It’s ours...well, mine. I bought it from Ed for just the deed transfer fees. It’s going to be incredible,” Lee beamed at the compromised structure, then turned back to Y/N, his smile falling as he did. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

“Is it safe?” Y/N asked hesitantly, brows furrowed. 

“Not yet. It needs some work, but I’m gonna fix ‘er up real good. It’ll be a good home for us, darlin’.” 

They sat on the hood of his truck and Y/N listened as he told her his plans for the small two bedroom cabin, his thumb brushing over the knuckles of her hand folded in his. Y/N was content to stay tucked under his arm, his body fending off the chill of the night. Time passed as they talked about their future, laid out under the slivers of moonlight. “I love you, Lee.” 

“I’ll love you forever, Y/N.”

It wasn’t until the night air became too cool that they decided to head back into town. “Let’s get you home, darlin’.” As Lee opened the passenger side of his truck, the sound of breaking glass came from the direction of the small cabin. He pushed Y/N inside the cab and shut the door. “Get behind the wheel, if I’m not back in five minutes, leave! Call the sheriff.” 

“Lee, let’s just go!” Y/N shouted through the open window as he grabbed a two by four from the bed of his truck. He turned and winked at her, then kept walking, right around the side of the cabin. Four minutes. 

The night was too dark to see anything solid, the slivers of moonlight playing tricks on her eyes as she scanned the small clearing. Three minutes. 

Y/N slid across the bench seat and started the old beast, her engine rumbling to life. Two minutes. 

She heard nothing as she continued to search for Lee, her eyes darting back and forth, the headlights of the truck brightening the clearing. One minute. 

“Damn, baby, you smell so sweet!” A man jumped through the passenger window, breathing deeply through his nose. And then he smiled at Y/N. Only there were far too many teeth and they were all wrong. 

A scream ripped from her body as he grabbed her arm, pulling it towards him as he tried to shimmy further into the truck. He suddenly lurched backwards and Y/N heard a sickening crack as wood connected with his skull. Lee rushed around the side of the truck and wrenched open the door. Y/N scooched over to give him enough room to get behind the wheel. 

“What the H-E-double hockey sticks was that?” Y/N cried, noticing the tears on her face for the first time. 

Lee threw the truck in reverse and gunned it back down the dirt road to the main highway. “I don’t know, baby. Are you okay?” 

“Yeah, yeah, I think so.” 

“Something is going in this town. That man, and others have been squatting in our cabin from the looks of things. I’m calling the sheriff as soon as I get you home. He’ll figure it out. Maybe they have something to do with the two missing people,” Lee pondered as he slowed down as the highway came into his rearview mirror. He straightened the truck out and put her in drive, heading back towards town.

“Who’s missing? Why didn’t you tell me?” Y/N asked. 

“Coupla regulars down at the bar. I reported it to the sheriff. Not really the type of guys that people miss, but they hadn’t been in for a few nights and that’s not normal. Sheriff confirmed today, they just up and gone, or so he said,” Lee shrugged. 

Lee drove the last few miles into town silent with his hand clutching Y/N’s. He pulled into her driveway and cut the engine before getting out to open her door. Always the gentleman, Lee walked Y/N to the door, but this time he came inside. “What’re you doing, mister? My mama’s upstairs!” 

“Just checking that all the doors and windows are locked. Gotta make sure my girl is safe,” he winked at her before he went up to the second floor. He returned moments later. “All set upstairs.”

When he was satisfied with his inspection of the first floor, he came to a stop in front of Y/N. She was leaning against the counter, a cup of tea next to her. She pulled him tight to her, fingers trembling as she grabbed his shirt. “Don’t go.”

“I won’t. I’m here.” He pressed his lips to the side of her head, holding her gently, as if he was afraid she’d break. 

~*~

The library was empty the next day as Y/N settled behind the counter, her third cup of coffee in hand. She didn’t want to work today, but since Miss Birdie was out of town visiting her grandchildren there was no one else to open the library. It’s a library, so it is usually quiet, but it was too quiet. Even the online courses couldn’t drown out the quiet today as she followed along and took notes. 

Y/N was lost in the online lecture until the bell above the door dinged, reminding her she was still at work. A tall young man, dressed in a leather jacket walked through, smiling at her as he passed the desk. He headed to the back, where the periodicals are kept. Y/N returned to her laptop, but now unable to concentrate on anything for longer than a few minutes, her mind occupied with Lee, their “future” and the events of the last few days. She sighed and gathered the stack of books next to her, adding them to the cart for restocking.

It took less of her time than she hoped to return the books to their rightful place on the shelf. Y/N went back to the desk and closed her laptop, stowing it in her bag, when she heard a voice from the back. 

“Dad, I’m telling you, there’s nothing. Nada. Zip. Zilch!” The young man was on his phone, waving his free arm in annoyance. “Yeah, okay. Bye.” 

Y/N looked at the clock, noticing the time. “Sir, we’re closing in a few minutes.” 

He was walking towards her, a confident swagger in his step. He winked at Y/N as he passed. “Thanks, Sweetheart.” 

She flipped the lights off and followed the young man out the door, locking the doors behind them. Y/N took a deep breath of fresh air and hooked her bag across her body, starting the walk home. It was just past five in the evening and the weather was perfect, not too hot yet, but warmer than it had been. She smiled, making her way down the street. She wanted to rush home and get supper ready to bring to Lee down at the bar. 

He was working so hard, for them, for their future, and he deserved home cooking more than he got it. Y/N swung left through the small forest in the middle of town. It would easily cut ten minutes off her walk and that was more time to cook for her boyfriend. Lee was indeed her boyfriend, and hopefully, with the way he talked, her future husband. Y/N smiled at that. Husband. 

~*~

Y/N had said she would bring him supper even after he told her she didn’t need to. She just said he needed to eat proper and if he was being honest, he liked it. He was in love with that girl. Lee wanted to make her his wife, provide a future for her, for a family. He wanted to make her happy, even if that was letting her bring him supper at work, for now. He was such a goner. And for the first time in his life, he was okay with that. 

The bar wasn’t busy being a weeknight and all, but it was still early, only a hair past nine. A few regulars at the bar, a couple new faces playing pool, and a handful taking up tables. Y/N should have been there by now, or at least called. Lee started to worry. He should call her and check in. He should have told her to stay home, with everything that was going on. He cursed himself as he reached for his phone. It started vibrating in my pocket. Y/N’s picture lit up the screen and he breathed a sigh of relief. 

“Baby? Are you alright? I was so worried!” Lee blurted out. 

“Can you please come get me?” Y/N sniffed and she sounded small, almost fragile. 

“Where are you?” He asked, signaling Ed he needed to leave. 

“I think I’m at the cabin. I don’t know. Someone grabbed me on my way home from work, and now it’s dark. I don’t know, Lee,” she was crying so hard, he could barely understand her. 

“The cabin? I’m on my way, baby. Hold tight!” Lee was already in his truck before the call disconnected. The cabin was only about ten minutes outside of town, but he wasn’t obeying traffic laws that night. Lee needed to get to her and now. 

The waning moon barely broke through the cover of the trees overhead as he eased his truck down the narrow drive. There were no other vehicles in sight, so if someone had brought her here, they had done it on foot, or left already. Either way, it didn’t sit right. What did someone want with her? Sure, Lee hadn’t always been a law abiding citizen, but he had done his time, made his peace with God, and changed his ways. Y/N made Lee Webb a better man. He wanted to be a better man for her. 

He killed the engine and slowly opened the door, trying to be quiet. Lee searched the bed of his truck, looking for a weapon of any kind, and all he could find was a length of rusty pipe. It would have to do. He slid around the back of the cabin, searching for any sign of movement or sound, but it was quiet. Almost too quiet. He crept up the back steps and the door was ajar. Someone had been there recently. Lee pushed it open and walked inside. Something fast moved in front of him and before he knew what hit him, he was flat on his back, the air knocked out of his lungs, his weapon rolling across the sagging floor.  

“I knew you’d come for me!” Y/N cried out, straddling Lee. 

“Y/N? Baby, what happened? How did you get here? Are you okay?” The questions flew from his mouth faster than he could process the lewd smile on her face. 

“I don’t know! One minute I was walking home from the library, taking the shortcut through the woods, when a man grabbed me. I think he knocked me out, or I passed out, I don’t know. But when I woke up, I was here. Alone. I don’t know what happened or where they went, but I knew you would come for me,” Y/N recounted the events since she left work rapidly. 

“Of course I came. You’re my girl and I’m going to protect you and take care of you. I’m so sorry I wasn’t there, but I’m here now, baby. I’ve got you,” Lee cooed softly, holding her tight to him, just relishing in her safety for the moment. 

“I was so scared,” Y/N sniffed, her face buried in the crook of his neck. 

“Shhhh, I’ve got you now. It’s okay,” he soothed before pulling back and inspecting her carefully. Y/N looked okay, a little disheveled, but she didn’t appear to have any injuries that he could see immediately. “What else do you remember? Anyone come into work today?” 

Y/N shook her head. “A few families came in for story time, Billy and his girlfriend, Jenna, to study for a couple hours.” Then she remembered. “There was a man, a man I didn’t recognize. He was tall, wearing a dark jacket, maybe gray. He had um, spiky, light brown hair, and was wearing a necklace, with a weird looking pendant on it.” 

“I saw that guy tonight. At the bar. He was with another man, an older guy. Thought they were just a father and son, having a beer and playing some pool. Son of a bitch!” Lee growled, knowing exactly the man she was talking about. “I’m calling the Sheriff.” 

“No, baby, don’t. We can do that later. Just hold me,” Y/N begged, putting her face back into his neck. 

He was angry and scared that someone took her, but his instincts to hold her won. Her body was warm against him and he let his thoughts linger over what she would feel like laid out beneath him. They hadn’t gone far in that department, as much as he wanted to. He loved her enough to respect her wishes and she wanted to wait until they were married. Lee thought it was sweet, and he did love her. He had been with many women who were quick to please, but none of them could hold a candle to the woman he held in his arms.

He felt her shift above him, slowly grinding her hips into his as she licked and sucked along his neck. Lee attempted to stop her. “Y/N, baby. This isn’t what you want. You’re scared and you need me to tell you you’re okay. I’m going to do that, but not like this, okay? I told you I’d wait for you and I will.” 

“I don’t care anymore about some stupid promise. I want you now,” Y/N bucked into him harder, and he responded in kind, despite how strong he thought he could be. 

“No, not like this. If we do this before we get married, we’ll do it proper, not on the floor of a dirty, run-down cabin,” Lee gasped, pulling back, but she didn’t loosen her grip on him. 

“No!” Y/N screamed, biting down hard into the meat of his neck. 

“Jesus Christ, Y/N! What the hell was that?” Lee screamed, pushing her back and jumping off the floor. 

“I’m the new and improved Y/N. If you won’t fuck me, maybe one of these men will,” Y/N smiled wickedly, Lee’s blood dripping from her lips, and that’s when Lee noticed they weren’t alone. Two men slinked from the shadows and stared him down. 

Lee looked around the room, gauging the distance to each of the two exits, when he spotted a body by the front door, slumped over. And another near the hall. “What is going on here, Y/N?” 

“Oh, we gave your girl here a makeover. Stronger, faster, better. We’re immortal and we’re going to live a long, bloody life with her by our side. Eat up, baby girl,” one of the men said, grinning as he took in the look on her face. She was hungry and he knew the feeling too well. 

“Come here, baby. I want a taste. It’s your choice. I change you and we live happily ever after. Or, I bleed you dry and my new friends here will be my first, and second. What’s it going to be, baby?” Y/N laughed maniacally as she advanced on Lee. “You want a real taste of this tight little body? Make me cum over and over for eternity?” 

“No, this isn’t you, Y/N!” Lee shouted, rounding the small table, trying to put a little distance between them. 

The front door blew open, wood flying through the small cabin. The two men from the bar entered, blades raised. 

“No, it isn’t Y/N!” the older one announced and the first two men advanced on the newcomers. 

Lee watched in disbelief, possibly shock as well, as the older man swung his blade, easily decapitating the first man as Y/N screamed, launching herself at him. The younger fought against the second guy, fists flying and grunts filling the small room. It was like a well choreographed fight scene from an action movie until another head rolled to a stop next to him. 

“What the hell is going on here?” Lee demanded. 

“We can’t explain right now, but I need you to trust me.” The younger man approached him, while his father restrained Y/N. 

“Trust you? You just killed two men and I should trust you?” Lee bellowed. “This is my house and you better explain yourself right now!” 

“Those were not men. They were monsters. They took your girl here and changed her. She’s a monster, just like them. And now, she’ll die, just like them.” The older one spoke, dragging Y/N to a chair and securing her tightly. He pulled his machete from its sheath and lifted it high, ready to swing. 

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Just stop! What the hell are you talking about? Tell me now!” Lee demanded. 

“My name is Dean Winchester and this is my dad, John,” Dean said. He then pointed to the headless men on the floor. “Those are, were, vampires. And that is a newborn vampire.” He gestured to Y/N tied to the chair. 

Lee looked at the girl, the woman, he swore to love forever. Her teeth were bared, long blood stained fangs brushing against the soft pink of her lips he had kissed so many times. He looked down at himself, the front of his shirt bright red with blood. Then he remembered she bit him. 

“You bit me?” Lee asked her. 

“You are my first meal, or should have been, if these assholes hadn’t interrupted dinner time,” she laughed. “I was going to feed on you, then turn you so you were like me and we could live forever, fucking and killing, the way it should have been.” 

“What?” Lee asked, still reeling. 

“Vamps think they should rule the world. No cares, just living out their basics instincts, for an eternity,” John announced. 

“Feeding and fucking, “ Dean shrugged, a small smirk on his face. “Now, Y/N, sweetheart, do you have anything you want to say before we chop your head off?” 

“Fuck you!” Y/N spat at the two hunters. She looked to Lee, her teeth returned to normal and smiled sweetly at him, a small glimpse of the girl he loved. “Please don’t tell my mother. Tell her I’m in heaven, please. I’m so sorry, Lee. I really do love you.” 

Lee took one step closer, aching to kiss her once last time.  “Y/N, I’ll love you forever.” 

“Dean, son, take him outside, he doesn’t need to see this,” John ordered his son. 

“Come on, man. Let’s take a walk.” 

Lee hesitated, but Y/N just nodded and smiled. He turned and stepped out into the cool night, Dean by his side. He flinched when he heard a thump from inside the cabin. Their cabin. Where he planned to love her, start a family with her. Funny how forever can be severed by the sharp knife of a short life. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, before letting it out and opening them again. 

He looked down at his shirt with tears in his eyes before looking back up and meeting Dean’s eyes. “That’s...a lot of blood.” Lee dropped to his knees in the dirt.

“You’re going to be okay. Eventually,” Dean told him, pressing a cloth to the side of his neck. “I’m sorry this happened to you, to your girlfriend. Everyone has a story. This is how yours starts.”

~*~

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hey folx its amanda, back again after a coupla months. if you don’t know me, i’m 23, live in arizona, and my personality doesn’t matter asdfsdfs. this is upton sommers and i’m kind of winging him, but he’s not a completely new character. disclaimer i have literally never seen outerb*nks and probably never will. the closest i got was having a doordash delivery guy named john b once. TRIGGER WARNING: drug use

WANTED CONNECTIONS are here in the fourth tab, but beware the rest of his page is scattered as fuck and not finished.

tl;dr: reformed meth baby turned portlander wannabe with a pocket suddenly full of cash. suffers from deadbeat mom disorder and really didn’t mean to hurt ur feelings that one time :-(((

NAME: upton sommers AGE: 26 BIRTH DATE: november 29th  ZODIAC: sagittarius sun, libra moon SEXUAL ORIENTATION: will let anyone suck his dick but has only dated femme people so far FINANCIAL CLASS: previously lived in poverty, now upper class suddenly? HOMETOWN:  irving, nc EDUCATION LEVEL: college for like one year in portland oregon FACE CLAIM: chase stokes DRUG/ALCOHOL USE:  nearing on excessive

alright so i’ve got a whole bio in the works but here’s the gist of his past

well to start off, his mom was addicted to fucking meth dude. she didn’t even know she was pregnant with him until half way through her second trimester and was ill equipped to be a mother. upton bounced in and out of foster homes until the age of eleven when he was adopted by his aunt who was only in her early twenties at the time. now has gone through a lot of therapy to deal with the trauma of his childhood and mom’s disinterest.

he grew up very visibly poor, as his aunt was just doing her best and caring for him more as a sister than anything else. however he isn’t bitter about it and is actually grateful to have experienced growing up that way, especially now that things are better.

fell into some money within the last year or two --- a buddy probably got him into crypto or something but i do not know shit about how that works so i will not be explaining further SDFASDFSA. i will never learn. not for a man whether fictional or not. and i mean, now he’s not a millionaire or anything. maybe he has like over 100k to his name and he’s twenty six and just like “wow”

he now financially supports his mom, though she’s still inconsistent about even being in his life, and really anyone else who asks for his help. he rents a smaller home on dorado road, though its still bigger than he needs it to be.

now for fun facts and stupid shit 

went to university of portland for like a year and a half and dropped out but he very much suits that kind of culture. beanies and thrifted flannels and obscure beers and good coffee.

is all like “i can’t have sex with people i don’t care about anymore” but then “they can blow me though”. used to hookup all the time but it’s just getting kind of old when he really thinks about it.

watches a lot of portlandia (washed_out_feel_it_all_around.mp3) and shitty anticomedy and saiki k and probably ted talks what a fucking dork. probably would be a comedian in another life

might ghost you but like he feels bad about it for the rest of his life. especially because why did he waste so much time making you a playlist first?

his go to air instrument is the bass, yknow that stupid thing people do with ur first two fingers and like that pouty face remember like school of rock rip freddy jones

injures himself regularly, sprained ankles, fingers, bruises, etc

thinks that his mom fucked up his brain and now he has a hard time with remembering to watch his mouth and not upset other people. its always unintentional but he could definitely try harder to pay attention and choose his words. he’s also chronically flaky.

lowkey kind of thinks he’s better than everyone else but its more of a recent discovery. thinks he’s pretty smart but not book smart or even regular smart. just yknow. generally intelligent.

does not smoke cigarettes unless he is absolutely roundhouse plastered. loves to drink tequila or literally anything else thats available. probably gets shitfaced at least once a week sometimes significantly more. partakes in party drugs but is trying to cut back now that he has the money to really fuck himself up.

lives with intention but like he’s very bad at it ??? lots of subconcious behavior. there’s definitely a couple of people who view him as a villain because of bad breakups or fights etc but he doesn’t mean to cause harm. but he also doesn’t mean to not cause harm. do you get what i’m saying ??

had a hamster at age 11 named scott he died

calls everyone by their last names except for people in authority who he just calls dude or coach or something weird like that. he doesn’t even play sports