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artyandink · 5 months

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𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜 | 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 | 𝟺

Summary: Ivonne Rainer hadn’t met Dean Winchester in 2006 after he was hit by a car. No, this time, this universe, they met in 2010, when the whole Apocalypse deal started and Dean was made leader of one of the only remaining survival camps in America. Little did he know, one random raid would change everything.

A/N - I’m writing this in tandem with the main series, so by the time we get to this point, you’ve got a gist of what’s going on :)

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“Ivy!” James looked me in the eye, his hands gripping my shoulders while his green eyes were serious. “Answer me, for God’s sake, what the hell was that?!”

I stared at the body, the bullet wound visible from where I was. I just shot that man without even registering what was going on in my head. Something clicked and I didn’t know what fit in like a goddamn puzzle piece and made me go postal. “I-“ I didn’t have time to answer when I was roughly spun around by Dean Winchester himself, his expression livid.

“I’m not worth it, huh?” He spat, shaking me. “And he was?! That good man, that innocent man was worth takin’ out your sick and twisted temper tantrum on, is that it?! You don’t even know who he is!”

“Dean, let go!” Risa stepped in between us while the commotion got more intense. I knew something was wrong, but I didn’t know what. Cas strolled out of the hippie cabin, walking over and smiling at Winchester.

“If I may, Dean, can we do this discussion inside?” He asked calmly, gesturing to Winchester’s cabin. “It would be less distressing for the camp goers if we did.”

He thought for a second, then immediately hounded me inside, James, Risa and Castiel following. The door slammed behind us, and I was put in front of the four of them, judging stares locked on me by James and Winchester, then a smug smile by Cas and a concerned one by Risa.

“Talk. Now.”

“I don’t even know what happened myself.” I shrugged, trying to figure out why I did it. “There was just… static… in my head. Pure static, it didn’t allow me to think. That guy who I shot? He was the centre of it.”

“So you killed a guy just cause he was annoying you with his thoughts?” He scoffed. “Real sane person we’ve got here.”

“I know how it sounds!”

“Sounds real bad for you, there, don’t it?”

“Boss.” A rando who I recognised as Ricky popped his head through the door. “We need to talk.” Winchester shot a chilling glare at me before storming out, leaving James, Risa, Cas and I in the tent alone.

“Ivy, I think you’re a good person, but I kind of don’t know what to think anymore.” James sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. His eyes looked upset, conflicted, stern, as they made contact with my own pleading ones, as I tried to make heads or tails of why I did it. Why I shot a man in cold blood. “Your face when you shot him, you didn’t even seem to think about it.”

“Let’s be realistic. Does she seem like a psycho to you?” Risa shrugged, gesturing to me. Cas tapped his chin wistfully, staring into space before returning to the present moment with a calculating look.

“In all honesty,” He began, shrugging sloppily. If this man’s my advocate, I’m done for. “I think that she would not have done what she did without proper reason.”

“Like how his thoughts were static?” I whispered, sighing as I ran a hand through my hair, resigning myself to the fate that I’d actually gone psycho. “Guys, I think there is something wrong with me. I’ve never heard something like that before.” I took out my gun, cocking it and holding it out to Risa. It was the right thing to do, if Winchester was right. “If the guy turned out to be normal, and ain’t somethin’ we can’t explain, I need you to kill me.”

Risa frowned, backing away from the gun with a shocked expression on her face. “I can’t do that-“

“Rainer.” Winchester showed up at the door, looking at me with a look that mixed between confusion, relief and… more confusion. “You killed a Croat.”

“She did what?!” James exclaimed, his arms unfolding as my fingers almost lost their grip on my gun when I heard that information. My jaw dropped, my eyes gauging the reaction of every person in the room. James looked in awe and disbelieving at the same time, his eyebrows raised to his hairline. Risa had a look which said ‘that’s my girl’, Cas had a broad smirk on his face while Winchester was looking at me, slight remorse in his eyes that he assumed I was a raging psychopath way too early.

To be fair, I was prepared to think the same.

“Those psychic powers of hers, they sensed that Kyle was a Croat. He was turning by the time he got off that Jeep.”

”It’s not like I’m not happy about all this, but do I have to be a walking, talking Croat radar?” I sighed, carrying firewood under my arm. The nature of my powers was meant to be a secret, but, naturally, the whole camp found out. Risa walked beside me, holding two duffel bags full of medicine.

“Well, it kind of makes you a hero.” She reasoned with a reasonably proud smile. “You’re the only one here who doesn’t have to actively check for signs of infection. You just… know it.”

“I’d much rather build my reputation rather than get it in a day.” I shrugged, depositing the firewood. “Sudden trust is pretty fragile.”

“Well, you’ve got my trust. In fact, you already had it.”

I frowned a bit, but I had a smile on my face despite myself. Risa… trusted me? “Really?” I chuckled a bit as I tried to contemplate why. “I’m worth your trust?”

“If there’s anything,” She whispered dramatically, “it’s a good judge of character.”

“Right.” I nodded, but then the smile faded off my face. “I don’t know, it’s just… I’ve done a lot of things in my lifetime. To the point where I think I don’ exactly deserve the trust I’m gettin’.”

“Everyone deserves trust. Unless you’ve done something absolutely horrible.”

“Ivy.” James came up to me, and passed me a duffel bag of what I could only guess was gear. “Gear up, you’re coming on our next mission.”

“Am I?” I frowned, slinging the bag over my shoulder. “Who gave the orders?”

“The boss did.” He smirked, clapping my shoulder. “He needs your skills out there. If you can sense Croats left and right, you’re a valuable asset.”

“I still can’t control it.”

“Better get a sesh with Cas in, then. As he seems to be your fabled… guide? Like Gandalf or somethin’.”

The shooting range was loud, filled with the sharp cracks of gunfire and the acrid smell of gunpowder. Even with ear protectors on, the noise was still startling to my young ears. But I wasn't scared. Not with Dad by my side.

"Dad, look!" I exclaimed, pointing at the paper target downrange. Some bullets had landed bang in the centre of the target, and I’d made three more in the forehead and one in each eye, just like he instructed me to.

Michael Rainer, my dad, chuckled beside me. He was tall and strong, with kind eyes and a beard that tickled when he kissed my forehead. "Good job, jellybean," he said, his voice warm and encouraging. "You're getting better every day. Can’t wait ‘till Carter an’ Quinn are your age, of they’re anything like their sister, they’ll be almost as good as you, huh?"

I beamed up at him, clutching my tiny hands around the gun. It was heavy, but Dad always helped me hold it steady. He'd told me that learning to shoot was important, that we needed to be prepared in case any monsters or bad things came after us.

"Okay, let's try again to refresh what you’ve learnt," Dad said, adjusting my grip on the firearm. He was patient, never rushing me. "Remember to squeeze the trigger gently."

I nodded, focusing on the target again. I closed one eye like Dad showed me, took a deep breath, and squeezed the trigger just like he said. Bang! The gun kicked back a little, but I kept it steady this time.

When we walked downrange to check the target, Dad lifted me up to see. There were a few holes near the center now. "That's my girl," he said proudly, ruffling my hair. "You're a natural, Ivy. Six years old and you’re shootin’ like that."

I giggled at his nickname for me. "I wanna be a good hunter like you, Dad," I declared, determination shining in my eyes.

Dad's expression softened, and he crouched down to my level. "You're gonna be the best hunter, jellybean," he said, his voice full of certainty. "But remember, hunting isn't just about shooting. It's about knowing when to fight and when to hide. It's about protecting people who can't protect themselves."

I nodded solemnly, taking in his words. Dad always talked about protecting people. He said it was our family's duty. I didn't completely understand everything he meant, but I knew it was important. “Ok.”

“That’s my girl.” He grinned at me, the back of his fingers stroking my cheek. “I knew you were made to hunt. The moment I saw you holdin’ my .45, I knew. You’re gonna be better than me someday, I know it.”

“You think so?”

“I know so.” After a few more rounds of shooting, Dad called a break. He set the gun down and took off his ear protectors. "You did great today, Ivy," he said, smiling down at me. "But now, let's go get some ice cream, what do you say?"

My eyes widened in excitement. "Ice cream? Yes, please!" I exclaimed, already imagining the sweet, cold treat.

Dad laughed and scooped me up in his arms. Together, we walked out of the shooting range, the noise fading behind us. Dad always made me feel safe, whether we were training or just spending time together.

“Alright, the mission is simple.” Winchester barked as we were approaching the location in Delaware, and I wrinkled my nose slightly since I felt kind of like a soldier. God, this guy’s full of himself. “I ain’t about to explain it again. In and out of any corner stores and grab as many supplies as you can. You see a Croat, you kill on sight. Rhodes, take Nicks and Hoyt to go cover the left side. Darren, Abrams, you take the left. Risa, Rainer,” His eyes landed on me, “you’re coming with me to take the north.”

“Yes, sir.” Everyone but me chorused, because I was slightly confused as to the ‘plan’ part of the plan, but this dude was smarter than he looks, so I’ll leave it up to him.

“Oh, and Rainer.” All eyes landed on me. I shifted in my seat, sitting up straight as I suddenly found myself front and centre of all scrutiny. “You’re our ears. If you hear static, you let us know where and how far. Think you can do that?”

“I’ll try.” I sighed, gritting my teeth then unclenching them. I couldn’t help but feel some sort of nerves on this mission.

“Try ain’t cutting it. We need you on lock right here, right now.” I opened my mouth to argue, but James and Risa sent me a warning look, so I nodded and didn’t say a word. My blood boiled slightly, but he was right. Lives depended on me, and I couldn’t afford to mess up.

“If people die on a hunt you’re workin’, jellybean, it’s nobody’s fault but yours. Because you didn’t try hard enough.”

I cocked my gun, ready to fight as we pulled up to the area, which was a derelict wasteland called Selbyville. Windows were smashed in, blood stained the gravel and it was littered with mauled bodies. I grimaced, but held up my gun, my outer thigh flexing slightly so I knew that I still had spare clips on my person.

Static came from the top left of my brain, getting closer, and I flicked the safety off my gun just in time for a Croat to come barrelling around a corner. I fired as soon as it was in range, hitting it bang in the middle of its forehead. My eyes tentatively went to Winchester, who had a look in this eye which I couldn’t help but identify as slight awe. We stalked further, and my eyes darted around for any other signs of static in the bleak landscape.

Winchester glanced back at me with his usual scowl, checking to make sure I was keeping up. "Rainer, stay sharp," he muttered, his voice low. He always called me by my last name, as if my first name was too much effort for him.

I smirked, adjusting the strap of my rifle over my shoulder, still holding my handgun up. "Don't worry, Winchester, I've got it on lock."

”Shut up.”

“Get a room, guys.” Risa giggled, keeping with us.

“And you keep your mouth shut too.” We reached what used to be a grocery store, the roof half-collapsed and vines crawling up the crumbling walls. Winchester signalled for us to spread out and start searching for supplies. As I rummaged through a shelf of canned goods, I heard a faint rustling outside, followed by a voice I knew all too well. I opened my mouth to yell out-

BANG.

Suddenly, the air was split by the sound of gunfire. Raiders. They came out of nowhere, shouting threats and demands. I dove behind a toppled shelf, pulling out my own weapon and scanning for targets. Winchester and the others were doing the same, taking cover behind what little protection we had.

One of the raiders, a man with salt and pepper hair, tan skin, dark brown eyes, a scar across his cheek and a malicious grin stepped forward, his gaze taking me in with a manner that could only be described as hungry. "Well, well, well. Look who it is," he sneered, gesturing to me. "Ivy Rainer."

I smirked back at him, unfazed. "Marco Ruiz. Still holding a grudge, huh?"

Marco chuckled darkly. "You killed three of my men, Rainer. You think we'd just forget about that?"

”And I thought it’s cause I turned you down.” I grinned, my tongue tracing my upper teeth in a way that I knew would piss him off. “Poor baby, did I bruise your ego? And what little you’ve got packin’ down there, while we’re at it?” I heard a snort from both Risa and Winchester, and when Marco pointed his gun at them, I held my hand out. “No, no, don’t you dare! Take me, alright? Take me, leave them.”

“Oh, hell, no!” Winchester snapped, glaring daggers at me. “‘Take me’, my ass! She’s stayin’.” His mouth set in a thin line, his jaw ticking as he tried to intimidate Marco, who just chuckled at his audacity.

“Ivy, don’t sacrifice yourself for our safety.” Risa hissed, but I shrugged, getting up slowly.

“That’s right, sweet cheeks.” Marco smirked, reaching for his cuffs. I found the time to strike, twisting the gun out of his hand just as it fired, the adrenaline coursing through my body as I stumbled back a bit from how fast I ran forward and dismantled the gun, throwing it aside just as he gave me a sharp uppercut to my stomach that hurt way more than necessary. I coughed, feeling winded, but then Risa and Winchester pounced. Risa twisted Marco’s arm behind his back before Winchester restrained him with one sculpted arm around his neck.

“Take your shot, Ivy.” Risa nodded, and I picked my gun off the floor, stumbling forward and sharply whipping my gun across Marco’s temple, knocking him out cold while the lack of shouts outside and the raiders’ panicked thoughts telling me that we’d won.

“That felt good.” I smirked, then frowned, my head spinning a little. “He called me sweet cheeks.”

“I know, it was disgusting.”

“Ugh, can’t stand him.”

“I know, I only just met him, but he’s an ass-“

“Rainer!” Winchester spun me around, and looked down to see the growing bloodstain on my stomach. The world started going blurry and spinning, and the breath left my lungs as the oh-so-sweet adrenaline wore off like it was never there. I looked into his… pretty… green eyes, a small giggle leaving my mouth as the edges of my vision disappeared and faded rapidly.

“Where did…” I gasped groggily, swaying on my feet, “when did that get there…” I collapsed, the shouts of both Risa and Winchester filling my ears until everything…

This feels like a chick flick moment, but I have to say it.

Everything went black.

#dean winchester #supernatural #dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester x reader #dean x reader #spn #spn masterlist #dean winchester x you #dean winchester x oc #supernatural oc #endverse

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rubeau-art · 2 years

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Finished comm for @an-undersized-cockatrice!!!

#Commission work #Rainer #Ivy #not my characters #I DID IT

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musicalhqsgossip · 4 years

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who do you think would be good together that you've seen lately?

❝ ˛ ♥ – baby, i’m seeing sparks fly between maria and dimitri ! and am i the only one who can totally see kristoff and aida together ? plus, who knows what wendy and pedro have been cooking up, i’m sensing maybe a tad of pining. and did i spot ivy making a move on jd ? or maybe it was the other way around…

@aida-amcnasrc @jascndeann @pcrtrcit-girl @caughtinthestcrm @neverstcpdreaming @edclweiss @stvrcrcssed

#Anonymous #aida amonasro #jason dean #ivy hart #pedro pandoja #wendy darling #kristoff goldman #dimitri petrov #maria rainer #gossip

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theunderestimator-2 · 3 years

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Lux Interior, Bryan Gregory, Nick Knox & Poison Ivy during The Cramps sessions with Alex Chilton in Ardent studios in Memphis, as captured by Pat Rainer in 1977.

Their acquaintance led them down to Memphis and Sam Phillips’ Sun Studio, the mythical place where Elvis Presley and Jerry Lee Lewis had made rock ‘n’ roll history, and to the production of their legendary debut releases, the Gravest Hits EP & the Songs the Lord Taught Us LP.

(pastemagazine.com): “…The Cramps shared Chilton’s musical taste, reveling in underappreciated rockabilly obscurities it takes a musical connoisseur to discover… By the end of the year, Chilton would call the Cramps “the greatest rock ‘n’ roll band in the world…In October, he brought them down to Memphis to produce their first singles (…) As music engineer Richard Rosebrough recalls: “I’ve seen the strangest people walk in and out of the front door of Phillips. When [the Cramps] walked in, I was just sitting in the lobby, and Bryan [Gregory] comes in, dressed in black from head to toe, bleach blond hair over half his face, and he’s wearing this holster strapped to his leg with a real long pistol in it. He walked in the front door, walked right past the desk, on back into the studio. The holster was just, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak. He had bought this brand new leather holster to put this gun in. Brand new leather squeaks. You’ve got to oil it, work with it, settle it in. I thought, ‘What a scene, what a display…’

According to photographer Pat Rainer:

“I was hanging out, shooting photos. I enjoyed watching Alex being the producer. The Cramps being in Memphis, in the South at that time… I’ve heard people say the way they looked they stopped traffic. But Memphis in the 70s…it was already a weird, wild place, so I think they actually fit in pretty good. They seemed normal. But live and in performance the Cramps were anything but normal. They were really fun.”

(via & via)

#the cramps #1977 #lux interior #bryan gregory #nick kn #poison ivy #alex chilton #ardent studios #memphis #gravest hits #people

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thehatter-ismadder · 3 years

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Master List

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Arkhamverse Games + SS: Kill the Justice League timeline

Lucky Rouge(oc):

Al Pierson(oc):

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Gotham Knights

Webster Cane:

Rudy Sparks:

Beau Sparks:

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SS Movies + Birds of prey movie timeline

Keys Rainer(oc):

Cowboy Manuel(oc):

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JL/JLU

Coop Strong/Rodeo Romeo:

Sam Pierson/The Bird:

Duke Saunders/Flaming Spirits:

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New 52 timeline

Robert Tones(OC):

Sebastian Watts(oc):

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Gotham (tv show)

Max Johnson:

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DC legends of tomorrow(+ Arrowvers)

Paris Graves (oc): 1,

Oliver Constantine (oc):

Jane-Tal(oc):

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The Batman

Luce Del Sole(Oc):

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Injustice Series(M+C+G)

Dominic Rose:

Lucas Crystal:

New Dr Fate/Wayne Loans:

Cole Drex/Mystery man:

Rafe “Ray„ Jackson:

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Timelineless

Valentino Falcone(oc):

"Dope" Stones:

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⚠️Ships I'd write for⚠️

Soldierdots(Flag/Abner):

BoomRiddle(Digger/Riddler): 1,

Riddlejokes(Riddler/Joker):

Scribbler(Scarecrow/Riddler):

Riddlebird(Riddler/Penguin):

LexJokes(Lex/Joker):

ZeeKate(Zatanna/Kate)

Harlivy(Harley/Ivy):

StarRae(Starfire/Raven):

WonderQuinn(Wonder/Harley)

ConstanGreen(Constantine/Gary): 1,

HellWave(Constantine/Rory):

MadBlaze(Jervis/Constantine): 1,

SteelAtom(Nate/Ray):

More to be added

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kenshi-vakarian7 · 5 years

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OC Interview Meme

I was tagged a while ago by @natsora . Thank you.

I’ll tag @alyssalenko and anyone who sees this.

I’ve done this before with Kira Ryder & Adam Shepard

1. What’s your name?

Marc Daniel Shepard

2. Do you know why you are named that?

*shifts in chair* I’m an orphan who survived the streets so... no idea. Next question.

3. Are you single or taken?

Taken.

4. Have any abilities or powers?

I’m a certified Combat Engineer and Explosive Expert with training in assault rifles and pistols.

5. Stop being a Mary Sue.

...Are you serious?

6. What’s your eye color?

Blue

7. How about your hair color?

Black.

8. Have any family members?

*shifts in chair* No. Next question.

9. Oh? How about any pets?

I have a space Hamster, Tesla, and some fishes.

10. That’s cool, I guess. Now tell me something you don’t like.

They’re quite a few things I hate, but I’d rather not talk about those. If I had to mention one, it would be my hate for politics. Then again, who doesn’t hate politics besides those who always benefit from it? Especially when they take advantage of those who can’t defend themselves...

11. Do you have any activities/hobbies that you like to do?

I’m an avid reader. Name one book and there’s a good chance I’ve read it. If not, expect it to be added to my list of future books to read during downtime. I also like to take things apart to see how they work and then put them back together again. I also enjoy swimming, weightlifting, chess, and watching historical documentaries.

12. Have you hurt anyone in any way before?

Only when I’m forced to defend myself.

13. Ever… killed anyone before?

Unfortunately, it’s part of what I have to do in my line of work.

14. What kind of animal are you?

Not the kind you can put in a cage.

15. Name your worst habits?

Let’s see... definitely putting a lot of hot sauce in my meals. No, I don’t do that with all my meals, but those MREs we’re forced to eat sometimes definitely deserve the treatment.

16. Do you look up to anyone at all?

I’ve had a few CO’s I’ve looked up to over the years, including Anderson. All of them have made a positive impact on my life.

17. Are you gay, straight or bisexual?

Straight.

18. Do you go to school?

Not since ICT. I had to earn my GED after joining the Alliance. My test scores earned me the opportunity to attend any Ivy League school on Earth, but I chose not to take that path for personal reasons.

19. Ever want to marry and have any kids one day?

Maybe. If it happens, it’s happens. If anything, I like the idea of adopting one or two kids and give them the chance I didn’t have.

20. Do you have any fangirls/fanboys?

*Tries not to think about Conrad Verner* Ugh, don’t remind me, please...

21. What are you most afraid of?

*shifts in chair* That’s classified. Next question.

22. What do you usually wear?

When I’m not in uniform, I’m most comfortable in loose fitting hoodies and jeans.

23. What one food tempts you?

Chilies! The spicier, the better!

24. Am I annoying you?

...Maybe.

25. Well, it’s still not over!

*Pinches bridge of nose and takes a deep breath*

26. What class are you (low/middle/high)?

I guess middle?

27. How many friends do you have?

I have plenty of friends, but I only keep a few close.

28. What are your thoughts on pie?

I’m more of a cobbler person. I know they’re relatively the same, but I just happen to like the texture on a cobbler more.

29. Favorite drink?

Definitely coffee. Also club soda, and bourbon.

30. What’s your favorite place?

I have 3 favorite places. It’s hard to choose just one.

1) On Earth in Seattle, back when I was living in the streets, I used to climb to the roof of a particular building. It was tall enough to see a lot beyond the city limits. The weather’s dreary for most of the year, but whenever it was clear, I take the opportunity to climb up that building and just stare at Mt. Rainer for hours.

2) Believe it or not, space itself. I never left Earth until the day I was shipped to Arcturus Station to begin my GED courses. I still remember being in awe of seeing the nebula and all the planets we passed by. It’s been years, and I still get that same feeling whenever I look out a port side window.

3) I’ve only visited this place twice within the last 10 years, but there’s a quiet spot in Elysium, far from any nearby colonies or cities. It reminds me of those pictures of the countryside in England. I camped there for the first time not long after the Blitz. It’s one of the most peaceful places I’ve ever been to.

31. Are you interested in anyone?

Yes, I am.

32. That was a stupid question…

ಠ_ಠ ...You asked.

33. Would you rather swim in the lake or the ocean?

I actually enjoy swimming very much, so I don’t mind either.

34. What’s your type?

I like someone who is intelligent. There’s something nice about listening to someone talking about their hobbies and passions in detail and with enthusiasm.

35. Any fetishes?

...Next question.

36. Camping indoors or outdoors?

Outdoors’ more fun... especially right now!

-Runs out of the interview room and slams the door behind him-

#kv7 ocs #mass effect #marc shepard

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byronsmuse · 5 years

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See here, This wreath is so heavy. And they will lay it upon you, This heavy wreath. Can your coffin endure it? If it breaks Under the black weight, Into the folds of your dress Will creep Ivy. Far up will it twine, All around you will it twine...

Rainer Maria Rilke, Requiem

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cockatrice-writers-guild · 1 year

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What scares your ocs? And how do they seek comfort?

A bit long so it's going under a readmore

Ivy: Ivy is scared of failing to protect a bioweapon or civilian. She likes constantly training, upgrading her tech, patrolling regularly and studying the patterns cops take to make sure she's ready for anything

Rainer: Rainer is scared of his powers and the harm they can bring. There's not much he does about it but his adoptive mom tries to calm him down when she can

Syren: Syren is scared that her selective mutism will create a barrier between her and everyone else forever. She's accepted this as an absolute fact but interacting with Thaddeus or Jeffery in any way usually helps her feel better

Thaddeus: Thaddeus is scared of what he did in the past for friendship and the knowledge that he's capable of that kind of hurt. He seeks comfort by talking it out with his family, Carol or Syren and usually feels less horrible by the end

Taro: Taro is scared of losing a family member again. He gets nightmares sometimes and he likes going to check on Machiko and Eito to see if they're ok

Machiko: I'd say that Machiko's fear instinct has basically been fried by this point by the sheer number of dangerous creatures she encounters on a daily basis but she is worried about dying in that her dad will have no one left if she does. Taro being basically adopted by Eito helps to ease that but she takes extra precautions when she can

Payton: Payton's generally scared of a lot of things but a big one for them is that their life is going nowhere and that there's nothing they can do about it. They usually just numb the pain with video games

Flower: Flower is scared of humans but Payton being Like That eases her worries pretty easily

Jax: Jax is scared of what the government told him he's capable of doing and the fact that the government is ready to put him down at the first opportunity. He finds a lot of comfort in Mia's trust in him and finds her presence reassuring

Mia: without going into detail cuz it's dark, Mia had a very hard life up until she cut ties with her family and everyone she knew and she's always scared of people acting in the same manner towards her. She finds comfort in Jax and the extent to which he respects her boundaries. His presence makes her feel safe

#ivy and rainer #syren and thaddeus #machiko and taro #payton and flower #jax and mia #thanks for the ask!

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pupsmailbox · 7 months

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WINTER ID PACK

NAMES ⌇　alaska. alba. alban. amara. andri. aneira. angel. angelina. apricity. aquila. aquilo. arctic. aspen. aster. aurora. ayden. balthasar. beir. beira. beiron. bell. belle. bianca. blanc. blanca. blanch. blanche. blanchesse. blanchette. blaze. blizzard. blizzardette. blu. blue. borea. boreas. boris. brea. bree. bylur. carol. caspar. cedar. chione. chióni. chris. christina. christmas. clara. claudia. cloud. cloude. coco. cocoa. colden. cole. cozy. crimson. crystal. december. dew. dewdrop. dewey. dewy. diamond. douglas. edur. eira. eirlys. eirwan. eirwen. elitsa. ella. elsa. ember. emmanuel. emmanuelle. eryi eryi. estelle. euria. everest. everett. everette. evergreen. fannar. fionn. fir. fjolla. flake. frediano. freeze. fritz. fros. frost. frostette. frostine. frosty. fuyu. fuyuko. gale. garland. ginger. gloria. gwyneira. hazel. hika. holly. ice. icee. icelyn. icicle. icidia. icie. iclyn. isarr. isbert. ivy. jack. jack.. jaki. january. janus. jolly. joseph. josephine. joy. juniper. kari. khione. kirsi. kit. ledi. ledia. lucas. lucina. lumi. mafuyu. mafuyuko. mary. melchior. merry. miyuki. natalia. natalie. natasha. nevada. neve. nicholas. nick. nieves. noel. noella. noelle. north. november. oak. oakley. olwen. pepper. peppermint. permafrost. pine. poinsettia. polaris. rain. raina. raine. rainer. reign. reyner. robin. rudolf. rudolph. rudy. sally. scarlett. scrooge. sioc. snow. snowdrop. snowesse. snowette. snowine. snowstorm. snowy. solstice. spruce. star. stella. storm.��stormy. tundra. vega. viola. vixen. warrin. weiss. whittaker. whyte. willow. winny. winter. wren. wynn. wynter. wyntr. yuki. yukio. yule. yulia. yves. yvette. zane.

PRONOUNS ⌇　arc/arctic. arctic/arctic. aura/aura. bleak/bleak. bli/blizzard. bliz/blizzard. blizz/blizzard. blizzard/blizzard. blue/blue. chill/chill. chilly/chilly. clou/cloud. cloud/cloud. co/cold. coat/coat. cold/cold. cool/cool. cry/cryo. cry/crystal. crystal/crystal. drip/drip. drop/drop. fir/fir. flake/flake. flu/flurry. flur/flurry. flurry/flurrie. fre/freeze. freeze/freeze. fro/frost. fros/frost. frost/frost. frostbite/frostbite. froze/frozen. glacier/glacier. glove/glove. hail/hail. ice/ice. ice/icicle. icicle/icicle. mitten/mitten. rain/rain. rain/rainy. scarf/scarf. shiver/shiver. sky/sky. sle/sleet. slush/slush. snow/flake. snow/snow. snow/snowflake. so/snow. sto/storm. storm/storm. storm/stormy. stormy/stormy. tundra/tundra. water/water. wi/winter. win/ter. win/winter. winter/winter . ❄️ . 🌌 . 🌨 . 🌨️ . 🌲 . 🗻 . 🧊 .

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Some two-syllable neutral names

(One-syllable names)

You can also combine initials, e.g. AJ, although this does not work for all initials and it can be gendered masculine.

A: Aaren, Abbott, Adair, Addi, Adren, Aerie, Afon, Aiden, Aiken, Ainsley, Alder, Alex, Ali, Alix, Alpha, Altair, Alto, Alton, Alva, Amal, Amore, Andy, Angel, Angie, Anise, Arbor, Ari, Ariel, Arlen, Arley, Arrow, Arya, Asa, Asher, Ashlen, Ashley, Ashton, Aspen, Aster, Aston, Aubrey, Auburn, Auden, August, Aura, Austin, Avery, Avis, Aviv, Avon, Aya, Ayan, Aza, Aze, Azure

B: Bailey, Baldwin, Banner, Barrett, Basil, Bauer, Baylor, Benson, Bentley, Berkley, Berry, Beryl, Billie, Birdie, Blakely, Bobbie, Booker, Bradley, Brady, Brayden, Brennan, Brewer, Briar, Brighton, Brinsley, Bronte, Brooklyn, Bryant

C: Cadence, Caelum, Calder, Camden, Cameron, Camille, Campbell, Canyon, Carey, Carlyle, Carmen, Carol, Carter, Cartwright, Carson, Casey, Cedar, Chandler, Chandra, Channing, Charlie, Charlton, Chatham, Cheyenne, Citron, Clancy, Claudie, Clover, Cobalt, Coby, Cohen, Coleson, Collins, Colver, Comet, Condor, Connell, Connie, Cooper, Coral, Corbin, Corin, Corey, Corley, Cortney, Cricket, Cyan, Cypress, Cyrille

D: Dallas, Dana, Dani, Darby, Darcy, Darrell, Darren, Denver, Devon, Diamond, Diaz, Dillon, Douglas, Dustin, Dusty, Dylan

E: Eagle, Early, Easton, Ebon, Echo, Eddie, Eden, Efe, Eiffel, Eissa, Elli, Ellis, Ellwood, Ember, Emer, Emerald, Emlyn, Emmett, Emry, Emryn, Enfys, Ennis, Eren, Errel, Essence, Esme, Evan, Ever, Everett, Eyrie, Ezra

F: Fable, Falco, Falcon, Fallon, Farah, Fargo, Farley, Farrell, Faulkner, Feldspar, Fennel, Fifer, Finley, Finney, Fiore, Fischer, Fletcher, Floren, Florence, Forest, Francis, Frankie, Freedom, Friday, Fulton

G: Gabi, Galen, Galway, Gannet, Garden, Gardner, Garey, Garland, Garnet, Gavi, Germaine, Gerry, Glenwood, Golden, Grady, Granite, Guthrie

H: Hadley, Halcyon, Hallow, Halo, Happy, Harbor, Harley, Harlow, Harper, Hartley, Haven, Hawking, Hayden, Henley, Heron, Hollis, Honor, Hopper, Hudson, Hunter

I: Iman, Imory, Indi, Innis, Io, Ira, Isa, Isha, Islet, Iver, Ivor, Ivory, Ivy, Izzy

J: Jacinth, Jackie, Jaden, Jael, Jalen, Jamie, Janis, Jarrah, Jarrell, Jasper, Jensen, Jessie, Joey, Jody, Jonquil, Jordan, Journey, July, Juneau, Junior, Juno, Justice

K: Kali, Kameron, Karey, Karson, Kasey, Kato, Keaton, Keegan, Keelan, Keenan, Kelby, Kellan, Keller, Kelly, Kelsey, Kendall, Kenyon, Kenzie, Kerry, Kestrel, Kevyn, Kieran, Kingsley, Kirby, Klaudie, Koby, Kody, Korbin, Korin, Korey, Krishna, Kyler

L: Laker, Lakyle, Lander, Landry, Laney, Langley, Larkin, Larkspur, Lashawn, Laurel, Laurence, Leighton, Lennox, Leopard, Leslie, Lethe, Lexie, Lexis, Linden, Lindsay, Lindy, Linnet, Logan, London, Loren, Luca, Lucky, Lyric

M: Maddox, Magic, Major, Malloy, Manu, Marley, Marlow, Martell, Marty, Mattie, Maury, Maurice, Maxie, Maxwell, Meadow, Mercer, Merlyn, Merritt, Merry, Micah, Mika, Miller, Misha, Monday, Morgan, Murphy, Murray, Myers

N: Narcisse, Nasim, Navdeep, Navy, Neal, Neptune, Neo, Nicky, Nico, Nika, Nike, Nimbus, Noam, Noel, Nori, Norris, Nouvel, Nova

O: Oakley, Oberon, Ocean, Odell, Ollie, Olive, Onyx, Opal, Ori, Oriole, Orion, Orrin, Osborne, Owen, Ozzie

P: Paisley, Paris, Parker, Pasco, Patience, Patrice, Paxton, Penrose, Pepper, Peregrine, Perrin, Perry, Peyton, Phelan, Phoenix, Piper, Placid, Porter, Prairie, Presley, Prosper

Q: Qaisar, Quarry, Quasar, Quetzal, Quila, Quincy, Quentin, Quillan

R: Raleigh, Rainbow, Rainer, Randy, Raven, Redmond, Regal, Regan, Reggie, Reynold, Rhythm, Ricki, Ridley, Riley, Rio, Rishi, River, Robbie, Robin, Ronnie, Rory, Roscoe, Rowan, Royal, Rudy, Ryder, Ryen, Rylen

S: Sabah, Sadler, Saffron, Salem, Samar, Sandy, Satchel, Saturn, Sasha, Sawyer, Saylor, Season, Selby, Seren, Seven, Sevy, Shale, Shannon, Shelby, Shelly, Shiloh, Sidney, Silver, Sinclair, Skylar, Skylark, Skyler, Snowdrop, Snowy, Soren, Sorrel, Sparrow, Spencer, Spirit, Springer, Stanley, Starling, Sterling, Summer, Sunday, Sunny, Sunshine, Sunset, Sutton

T: Taffy, Tali, Talon, Tanner, Tarian, Taylor, Teagan, Teddy, Tempest, Temple, Terry, Thursday, Tibby, Tiernan, Tiger, Timber, Tobin, Toby, Topaz, Torrey, Tracy, Trenton, Tristen, Tucker, Turner, Tuesday, Tully, Tyler, Tyson

U: Ulfie, Ulli, Ulri, Ulysse, Umber, Umbra, Upton, Urban, Uri, Ursa, Usher, Uta

V: Valen, Vega, Verdi, Vernon, Verrill, Vesper, Vivi, Vivien, Volta, Voltaire

W: Walker, Wallace, Waylan, Webster, Wednesday, Weston, Whimsy, Whitley, Whitney, Wilder, Willow, Wilson, Windsor, Windy, Winslow, Winter, Wisdom, Wolfram, Woody, Wylie

X: Xander, Xavie

Y: Yael, Yaven, Yannick, Yarrow, Yven

Z: Zailey, Zaki, Zander, Zandy, Zavi, Zelig, Zeno, Zephyr, Zero, Zevi, Zion, Zohar, Zola, Zorey, Zuri

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we could be more | dean winchester | finale

Summary: Ivonne Rainer was practically a trained killing machine. Stripped to the bone then built back up by her father in order to become one of the best, like he was. She was forced into hunting when she was nineteen, having developed powers that couldn’t be explained. That is, until she was paid a visit by Azazel’s lackey. Her powers were gone, she needed help, and that’s when she found her father’s journal. Pointing to Sam and Dean Winchester.

SERIES MASTERLIST

ALL HELL BREAKS LOOSE: PART TWO

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : DARKSIDE - NEONI

“Mini-“

“I don’t want to hear it.” I whispered, staring out into the unknown from the front porch of the house we’d taken rest in. “I just don’t.”

Bobby sighed. “You can’t blame yourself for Sam.”

“I can. I was there. I could’ve killed Jake seconds before it happened had I just let go for a second like I did with Ava. And now? Sam’s dead.”

”You’re deranged, mini. You’ve done the best you can and considering the circumstances, you did a damn good job of it.”

“Everyone’s dead except that kid Jake who deserves to be ripped limb by limb.” I growled, standing up. “I know I’m gonna see him again. And when I do? Hell, I’m gonna kill him. And I’ll make sure he regrets living before he goes into the fire.”

“Hey!” He frowned. “Don’t lose yourself in this.”

“I lost myself in hell, Bobby, I’m long gone.” I seethed. “Every gash, the torture, the watching others being tortured- it eats away at you. Tears you a new one. A worse one, and I loathe how I turned out. I can’t look at my family the same after learning what kind of a man I was born from. What my sister became- heck, what my brother could’ve been. It’s pure pain. Sam was… an out. An amazing, kind, caring out. A way to think about what relationship I could have had with my siblings if they were alive. Now Sam’s dead. I’ve lost that too. That means I’ve lost my fight.”

“I know you must be feeling helpless.” Bobby appeased, giving me a sympathetic look. “Feel it, feel it all if you can’t help it, but Dean in there? He needs you more than ever.” He started to walk off, but I held his shoulder.

“Where’re you going?”

“Dean doesn’t need me anymore. He told me to leave, but you know where I’ll be.”

“C’mere.” I hugged him tightly, and he allowed me to, thumping my back.

“You’re a strong kid, mini. It’s not your fault your dad was a coward.”

“It never will be.” I smiled, then watch him leave. I walked into the house, finding Dean at Sam’s bed.

“Don’t tell me to bury him.” Dean snapped, his voice breaking. “Don’t tell me to torch him either.”

“I won’t.” I shrugged, sitting down beside him.

“Then? It was bad enough losing you at first, now Sammy? What are they gonna do, gank Bobby next?”

“The kid won’t, but Yellow Eyes might.”

“What d’you mean?”

“He came to me.” I muttered. “Told me that this was a survival of the fittest deal. Then he said I wasn’t in it.”

“Son of a… why weren’t you?”

“He said that I’d rip each and every one of them apart if I wanted to. And god, I wish I’d ripped Jake limb from limb if I’d gotten the chance.”

“Is that really Ivy talking?” He stood up, and so did I, holding my head.

“It’s 100% me, Dean. I, cold blooded, shot Ava. I didn’t care about Lily and I was about to deliver a finishing blow to Jake with a metal pole but somehow I decided against it. Hell changed me. I don’t know what happened in there, but it changed me. Sam’s dead, I know, and all that’s replaying in my head is how Carter died and how I could’ve stopped that too but I was too damn weak to, and now Sam took a blow because of pure fate. Don’t let all this change you. Don’t do anything stupid, Dean, please just don’t.”

“I won’t.” He agreed, and then he hugged me, detaching and leaning his forehead on mine, cupping my cheeks. “I won’t.”

I walked in to find Dean prepping to go somewhere, and… Sam.

Sam.

Alive.

“Where we going, boys?” I asked, giving Dean a look. I know what you’ve done.

“Bobby’s.” Sam smiled.

“It’s great to have you up and about, Sam.”

“Great to be up and about.”

“To the Impala, then.” We went to the car, getting in and driving down to Bobby’s in silence. We went to the door, and Bobby opened it, his eyes widening a bit when he saw Sam.

“Hey, Bobby.” Sam grinned.

“Sam. It's good to... see you up and around.”

“Yeah ... thanks for patching me up.”

“Don’t mention it.” Bobby then turned to me, patting me on the shoulder. “James knows you’re alive, but…”

“I know.” I nodded.

“Do what you’ve gotta do.” I took out my phone, dialling James. He picked up immediately on the other line, and I sighed.

‘Ivy?’

“Yeah, it’s me.”

‘You’re alive. Bobby was right. I-I thought that you…’

“I’m alive, yeah. My dad made a deal with a demon to save me.” I then bit my lip. “But now I’m involved in something big. End of the world big, and you need to be safe.” Bobby handed me a map of omens, and I spotted Southern Wyoming as a safe place. “Get to Southern Wyoming. Hide, take as much salt, holy water, iron, the works, as you can. Just get to safety.”

I could hear a sigh on another line. ‘We can’t see each other anymore, can we?’

“No, we can’t. At least, not until all this is over, which will take a hell of a long time.”

‘I get it. At least I’ll know that my ex-girlfriend helped stop an apocalypse.’

“Stew in that, Lieutenant.”

‘Gladly.’ He chuckled. ‘I’ll miss you, Ivonne Rainer.’

“As will I, James Rhodes.” I smiled. “Bye.”

’Bye.’ I then turned to Bobby.

“What am I looking at?”

“Omens are popping up everywhere.” He grimaced. “Everywhere but Southern Wyoming. It’s like demons are surrounding it or something. I need you and Sam to find out why while I chat with Dean.”

“You better, before I give him an early ticket.” I gritted my teeth, then nodded. “I’ll do it. Figure something out.”

I was mapping things out when Ellen came in with Dean and Bobby, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

“Ellen.” I grinned, hugging her, and she returned it, trembling. “I’m glad you’re ok.”

“I’m glad you’re alive.” She retorted. “I’m sorry about Mick.”

”He was better off dead.” I huffed before pulling up a chair. Ellen sat down, and Bobby poured her a shot of holy water.

“Bobby, is this really necessary?”

“Just holy water.” Bobby shrugged. “Shouldn’t hurt.”

She swallowed the water, giving Bobby a look. “Whiskey now, if you don't mind.”

I passed her a shot of whiskey, and Dean sat down, leaning forward. “Ellen, what happened?”

“I wasn't supposed to get out. I was supposed to be in there with everybody else. But we ran out of pretzels, of all things. It was just dumb luck.” She sipped the whiskey with a scoff. “Anyway, that's when Ash called. Panic in his voice. He told me to look in the safe. Then the call cut out. By the time I got back, the flames were sky-high. And everybody was dead. I couldn't have been gone more than fifteen minutes.”

“I’m sorry, Ellen.” Sam grimaced.

“A lot of good people died in there. And I got to live.” She scoffed again. “Lucky me.”

“Ellen, you mentioned a safe.” Bobby frowned.

“Secret safe in the basement.”

“Demons get what’s in it?”

“No.” She put down a map, which had Xs on it. I picked it up, studied it for a second and then took a book out of my satchel, turning the pages.

“Friggin’ hell.” I muttered, drawing a line connecting the Xs.

“What?” Dean asked.

“Each of these X's is an abandoned frontier church— all mid-19th century. And all of them built by Samuel Colt.”

“Samuel Colt? Demon killing, gun making Samuel Colt?”

“Yep. And from church to church, he built underground, hidden railway tracks, connecting every dot until…” I grinned, “he made a 100 mile Devil’s Trap.”

“Beanie, you genius.”

”I've never heard of anything that massive.” Ellen breathed.

“No one has.” Bobby shrugged.

“And after all these years none of the lines are broken?” Dean asked. “I mean, it still works?”

”Looks like it.” I nodded. “Demon omens are circling this place. They’re trying to get in, but can’t.”

“Why’re they trying to get in?” Ellen frowned.

“Bang in the middle of this place, there’s an old, abandoned cowboy cemetery.” I pointed to it on the map, then looked up grimly. “I don’t think Colt was trying to keep anything out. I think he was trying to keep something in.”

“Well, that’s comforting.”

“Could they get in?” Dean asked.

“No.” I shook my head. “They’d need something as powerful as an A-bomb, H-bomb, heck, even the Tsar Bomba could work.”

“The Tsar What-A?”

“Nuclear bomb made by the Soviets. Still the most powerful nuclear weapon to exist. Only something roughly like that could rip this apart. Unless you make someone who’s not a demon cross the line.”

Then it hit me.

“Jake.”

“Howdy, Jake.” Sam seethed, all of us surrounding him as he approached the crypt. Jake looked stunned, and I knew why.

“Wait... you were dead. I killed you.” He stammered, but Sam chuckled.

“Yeah? Well next time, finish the job.”

“I did! I cut clean through your spinal cord, man. You can’t be alive, you just can’t.”

“Okay, just take it real easy there, son.” Bobby warned.

“And if I don’t?”

“Wait and see.” Sam smirked.

“What, you a tough guy all of a sudden? What are you gonna do— kill me?”

“It’s a thought.”

“You had your chance. You couldn't.”

“Alright, then.” Sam nodded tauntingly. “It isn’t my mojo. But it’s hers.” He inclined his head towards me, and Jake spun around, seeing my eyes glow blue.

“You’re not gonna lift anything.” He smirked, then turned to Ellen. “Hey lady, do me a favour. Put that gun to your head.” Ellen shakily agreed, putting the gun to her head. “See, that Ava girl was right. Once you give in to it, there's all sorts of new Jedi mind tricks you can learn.”

“Let her go.” I demanded.

“Kill him.” Ellen whispered.

“You'll be mopping up skull before you get a shot off.” Jake taunted. “Everybody, put your guns down. Except you, sweetheart.” Everyone but me and Ellen put their guns down, me because Jake most likely didn’t know I had one. “Okay. Thank you.” He turned around, pulling out the Colt and putting it into the crypt. I immediately pulled the gun away from Ellen’s head, my eyes turning red as I held out my hand, my powers dragging Jake to me so I could hold him by the neck, rage surging through me like it was addictive.

“Which way do you wanna go, huh?” I sneered, tilting my head with a grin. “I could switch off your brain, rip your guts out, but no, that’s too quick for you. I have a better idea.” I reached out, putting my fingertips around his heart. He started twitching, graining is pain as I retracted my hand, red wisps of energy following and slowly feeding small tendrils into what formed into his heart, pulsing, still beating.

“Please.” Jake whispered. “Don’t do this, please.”

“Do it.” Sam snarled. “Kill him.”

“You’d rip them apart.”

And I want to.

“Please-“ I snapped my fist shut, bursting the heart and killing Jake, his body going limp as his head lolled forwards. I threw him down onto the ground without a second thought, my eyes returning to their normal colour.

“Beanie?” Dean spoke up. “That you?”

“Who else?” I snapped, staring down at Jake’s body before stepping over it. The two runes on the crypt spun in different directions before stopping, and a sense of apprehension immediately took over me.

“Oh, no.” Bobby whispered.

“What is it?” Ellen asked.

“Hell.” Dean pulled the Colt from the crypt, and we all stepped back as we heard a lock click. “Take cover— now!” We dived behind headstones right as a door burst open, clouds of black smoke flying everywhere.

“What the hell just happened?!” Dean groaned, taking cover next to me.

“That’s a Devil’s gate!” I yelled. “A damn door to hell!”

“Come on! We gotta shut that gate!” Ellen cried out.

“If the demon gave this to Jake…” Dean muttered, fiddling with the Colt, then maybe-“ The gun flew out of his hand and landed in Yellow Eyes’, who smirked.

“Boys shouldn’t play with Daddy’s guns.” He sneered, throwing Dean aside. Then he turned to me, chuckling. “I knew putting you in the game would be unfair. Poor Jakey didn't stand a chance. And now his heart's gone."

“Shut up.”

“I’m gonna make you in the meantime.” He forced Sam and I against trees, shrugging at Sam. “I'll get to you in a minute, champ. But I'm proud of you— knew you had it in you.” Then he faced Dean, throwing him against a post. “Sit a spell. So, Dean... I gotta thank you. You see, demons can't resurrect people, unless a deal is made. I know, red tape- it'll make you nuts. But thanks to you, Sammy's back in rotation. Now, I wasn't counting on that, but I'm glad. I liked him better than Jake, anyhow. Tell me— have you ever heard the expression, ‘If a deal sounds too good to be true, it probably is?’”

“You call that deal good?” Dean scoffed.

“Well, it's a better shake than your dad ever got. Michael never got a good one either. And you never wondered why? I'm surprised at you. I mean... you saw what your dear Ivy just did to Jake, right? That was pretty cold, wasn't it? How certain are you that what you brought back, is 100%, pure, Sam? After all, Beanie came back a changed badass, didn’t she?“ He chuckled. “You of all people should know, that's what's dead, should stay dead. Anyway... thanks a bunch. I knew I kept you alive for some reason. Until now, anyway. I couldn't have done it without your pathetic, self-loathing, self-destructive desire to sacrifice yourself for your family.” He pointed the Colt at Dean, but I saw the ghost of John Winchester creeping up behind him. And he wasn’t alone.

Carter’s ghost was with him.

They grabbed a hold of Yellow Eyes, making him drop the Colt. I broke free from his telekinesis with a burst of blue light, picking up the Colt and aiming it at him.

“I shot the wrong guy with this when I first used it.” I seethed. “Not this time.” I fired, and it hit him right in the heart. I ignored the falling body, instead turning to Carter, who I realised I was walking towards. He gave me a smile and joyful salute, and I did the same, wiping a tear from my cheek as he disappeared with a white light.

When we got to a motel, before we went inside, I took Dean by the arm, smiling at Sam like nothing was wrong. “You go in with the others, Sam, we’ll catch up.”

“Ok.” Sam nodded awkwardly, then headed inside with Ellen and Bobby, both of whom nodded in a way that said ‘give him hell.’

And hell I gave him.

The moment he was inside, I spun Dean to face me and decked him in the jaw, making him hold it with a groan.

“Again?!” He hissed, but I didn’t care.

“You did it, didn’t you?” I fumed, and he looked startled.

“Wh-“

“Don’t you dare ‘what’ me, Dean, it’s a simple question, yes or no. You did it, didn’t you?”

“Yes, I did!” Dean burst out, throwing his arms up in the air. “I put my profile in a box, buried it and sealed the deal.”

“After I told you not to do anything stupid?!” I scoffed. “Dean, that goes beyond the laws of stupid! How much time do you even have left?”

He remained silent, turning away.

“Dean.”

Still nothing.

“Dean!”

Why wasn’t he saying anything?

“ANSWER ME, DAMNIT-“

“A YEAR!” He yelled, turning back around. “I have a year, ok? The damn demon wouldn’t settle for anything else!” He saw me just standing there and held out his hands, waiting for an answer. “Ivy?”

“YOU FRICKING IDIOT!” I screamed, pushing him. “Are you that desperate to limit your chances of living? Do you think that low of yourself? I know what your dad’s done to your protective instincts, Dean Winchester, but he seems to have done nothing for your own survival.” I pushed my finger against his chest, my eyes flickering red for a moment. “Because you feel it’s so necessary to protect Sam and I and blame yourself if we get hurt- just cut it! Because I’m done! Time and time again- I can’t stand it. I’m not going to sit here like your dad did and watch you throw away your life-“

“Then don’t.” He whispered, but it cut through my words like a yell. “Leave. Don’t watch me throw away my life.”

I instantly deflated, setting my jaw. “You can’t be serious.”

“Deadly.” He seethed, gritting his teeth.

I shook my head, the winding coil in my head snapping suddenly. “Fine. Congratulations, though, you just killed yourself.”

“I did it for a reason! Sam is my family, but you wouldn’t understand that, would you?”

“You’re right, I wouldn’t.” I shrugged, biting back tears. “Even though I had two boys who I’d give my life for in a heartbeat. Or at least I did.” I turned on my heel, walking back into the motel. The first thing I did was grab my spare clothes from Jo, Sam’s eyebrows furrowing in confusion once he saw what I was doing.

“What happened?” He asked.

“Ask your brother.” I retorted, taking out the keys to my Mustang and getting in, flooring it.

“Dean, what the hell?” Sam turned to Dean, gesturing in the direction of where I drove off.

“I don’t know.” Dean whispered, breathing heavily and unable to take his eyes off where my car once was.

“Seriously, man, what the hell?”

“I don’t- I don’t know.” He gulped, running both hands through his hair. “What have I done?”

#dean winchester #supernatural #dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester x reader #dean x reader #spn #dean winchester x oc #spn masterlist #dean winchester x you #supernatural oc

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