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anna-justice · 4 years ago

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Light My Fire - 1

Summary: Millie Halstead is just a girl finally coming home, Blake Gallo is just a boy looking for one. *Blake Gallo x OC Halstead/UPSTEAD

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1 - It’s the Wind

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O’Hare was buzzing with it’s normal chaotic energy, the business of traveling near the holidays lost on no one. Millie Halstead raced down her terminal, barely phased by the craziness. She couldn’t contain her smile as she saw a familiar redhead standing at baggage claim, she was home.

“Mildred.” Will said, holding his arms open.

Millie rolled her eyes, “William.” They both laughed before embracing, it had been six months since they had seen each other last. “I missed you.” She said, pulling away.

Will reached out and grabbed his sister’s bag off the floor where she had dropped it. “I missed you too.” He nodded towards the doors, “Let’s get out of here.”

The two siblings navigated the sea of people out of the airport and headed for Will’s car, which was conveniently (not) located at the far end of the parking garage. When they finally got there, Millie was out of breath, thankful that her brother had decided to take her bag.

“This is weird.” She said, sliding into the passenger seat.

“What is?”

Millie shrugged, “Being home.” She watched the city fly by out the window.

Will laughed at his sister’s dramatics, “Mill, this isn’t the first time you’ve come home…”

“Yeah, I know.” She said, glaring at him. “This is just the first time I’ve come home for good.” She peeked at her brother and watched his face go from very confused to shocked, she grinned.

“What?” Will asked, “You decided to take the job here?” Millie nodded, her heart swelling at her older brother’s joy. “The Halsteads,” He sighed, “All back together again.”

Millie laughed, “Looks like it.”

“Seattle not as fun as it used to be?” Will teased.

She watched the buildings go by, it was similar in some ways to Seattle, but Seattle would never be Chicago. “Seattle is beautiful and I will always love it there, but it’s too far away…” She explained. Millie had attended the University of Washington for biology (specializing under a professor in marine biology), and she would forever say that it was one of the best decisions she had ever made. She had just finished an expedition in the pacific, working with an organization called OCEARCH for shark conservation. When she got back to land, there was a job offer for her from the Shedd Aquarium.

As amazing as it was to live at sea, Millie missed her family and the decision to move back was a no-brainer. “I’m glad you're back, for good.” Will said, smiling.

“Yeah, me too.” She agreed.

A few minutes later, Will pulled into the parking lot of the district. “I’ve got night shift tonight, so you are Jay’s problem until tomorrow.” Will joked, putting the car in park. “I’ll leave your stuff at my apartment and you can come grab it later.”

Millie nodded, “Thanks Will.” She said, pushing the door open. “I’ll see you later.” Will waved before she shut the door, turning to make her way up the concrete steps.

The 21st district was just how she remembered it, hectic and full of life. “Millie Halstead.” She heard and her head snapped up, meeting her favorite desk sergeants eyes. “Look at you.” She said, rounding the massive desk and wrapping her in a hug.

“Hi Sergeant Platt.” She said, smiling.

Trudy pulled away, giving the much younger girl a fake stern look. “What have I told you? You aren’t your brother.”

Millie nodded, laughing. “You’re right. It’s good to see you, Trudy.”

“You too, it’s been too long since I’ve seen my favorite Halstead.” Trudy said quietly, “I’ll buzz you up.”

“Thanks!” Millie threw over her shoulder, before walking up the stairs. She was a lot younger than her brothers, a product of a time where Pat and Jane were happy again. Her mom died when she was still in middle school and Trudy had become a sort of mother figure afterwards. Jay had been in intelligence for a long time and before that he was still at the 21st, she spent a lot of late nights with the resident desk sergeant when she wanted to be anywhere but home.

She pushed the metal gate open and ascended the marble staircase to the bullpen. As room as she reached the top, her brother jumped up from his desk to greet her. Millie grinned, running past him and embracing his partner who was waiting for her with open arms. “Hey Mill.” Hailey said, hugging the girl tightly.

“Hey Hailes.” She replied.

Someone cleared their throat behind her, Millie pulled away and rolled her eyes. “Hi Jay.” She said, walking over to hug her brother.

“If it isn't baby Halstead?” Kevin asked, walking out of the interrogation room. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

“Hey Kev.” She said before going to hug Kim. “Hey.”

Kim gave her a kind smile. “Hi Mill, how are you?”

Millie grinned, she had some news to share. “I’m great.”

The members of intelligence had become her family over the years, most of them had attended her high school graduation, Hailey flew out with Jay and Will to watch her walk in Washington. They had all been there for her every step of the way. Like when Jay was shot, Kim sat in the hospital on facetime with her for almost two days while he was in and out of surgery.

“Hey kid.” Adam said, ruffling her hair. Millie faked a punch and Adam jumped back putting his hands up in surrender. “Woah-wee, did you get taller? I think she got taller.” He said pointing at her.

Millie backed away from Adam, “Shut up.” She turned her attention back to Hailey, leaning against her desk next to her. “So, do you still have that extra room?” She asked and Jay’s eyebrows shot up.

Hailey grinned, “Yeah, it’s been empty since Vanessa left.”

“You feel like having a roommate again?” Millie asked.

“Only if it’s you.” Hailey said, wrapping her arm around the younger girl.

“Wait.” Jay said, moving his crossed arms to slightly point at his little sister. “Does this mean you are moving back?” Jay asked, his voice getting higher and more excited as he went.

Millie nodded, “Yeah. I took the job,” She took a step forward, almost like she was presenting herself to the room. “You are looking at the Shedd Aquarium’s new resident shark biologist!”

The room erupted with claps, Jay coming to stand beside her. “I’m so proud of you.” He said quietly before hugging her once again. As much as Millie loved Will, she and Jay had always been closer. Jay was the token middle child, she always hated the way their dad treated him, but they bonded growing up. They were closer in age and even as a kid Jay had a slight hero complex, so when he enlisted Millie was anything but surprised. She was ten when he left, Will had already been gone for a while, he was in New York, but Jay leaving hit her much harder.

When their mom got sick he came home, but he wasn’t the same. Something in him had changed, he was still her Jay: loving, protective, responsible...but there was a darkness that he brought with him. There were many times that year before their mom died that she would sit outside of his bedroom door in the middle of the night, listening to him thrash around. She would stay until she knew he had fallen back asleep and then sneak back to her room.

He left again for another tour after she died, that was the hardest. Pat was always distant, but after Jane died he wasn’t much of a father at all. Will visited, but he was living a new life far away so when he did come home, the time was short and few and far between.

Jay joined the force after his second tour, telling Millie that he was home for good. She moved in with him for her last two years of high school, with little interference from their father. They were happy, Jay was pulled into a unit, where he met Antonio Dawson and Millie got a few more people to call family. She even babysat Eva and Diego sometimes.

Choosing to go to Seattle for college was a hard decision, but she got a full scholarship and she had Jay’s full support, how could she not take it? That was the last time that she lived in Chicago, so Jay was ecstatic that she was back for good. “Let’s go get coffee, I’ve got some time and we need to catch up.” Jay said, grabbing his coat off his chair.

“Sounds great.” Millie said.

Jay looked at his partner, “Hailey?”

“I’m good, have fun.” She said, waving them off.

Jay nodded and Millie waved goodbye as they disappeared down stairs to the drive-by. “So…” Millie said as she hopped into the passenger seat of the truck.

“So?” Jay asked.

Millie sighed, her brother was so dense sometimes. “Hailey…”

Jay laughed, “Yeah, what about her?”

“Jay. In the past two weeks you have called me three times about her.”

Jay took a deep breath, he didn’t know how, but Millie could always see right through him, no matter how good the lie was. “And? She’s my partner.”

Millie laughed, “I know that excuse works for everyone else, but it doesn’t work for me.” She shifted in her seat to face him, “Plus, you called me about what to get her for Christmas, what I thought her favorite scent was and if asking her to go shopping with you was too much. Those aren’t really partner things Jay.”

Jay thought long and hard, trying to find something to say. “I hate it when you are right.”

“That must be why you are so grumpy all the time.” Millie teased.

They reached the local coffee shop, ordering quickly (and of course Jay still got Hailey a cup). Even though the walk from the building to the truck was brief, Millie still shivered. “Cold?” Jay asked, smirking.

“You know, after living in Washington for five years, you’d think I’d be used to Chicago winters.” She said, sighing at the heat in the truck.

Jay shook his head, “It’s the wind.”

They rode in comfortable silence for a little while before Millie spoke up. “I was thinking...maybe we could go to Mom and Dad’s grave later? It’s been a while since we cleaned it.”

Jay nodded immediately, “I took tomorrow off, we could go in the morning after Will gets off shift.” He looked at his sister for approval..

“Yeah, that’d be nice.” Millie said, taking a breath. She sipped her hot drink, watching the building fly by.

“Hey Mill.” Jay said, grabbing her attention. “I’m really glad you’re home.”

Millie smiled softly, “Yeah, me too.”

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A/N: I am SO so excited for this story. I’ve been toying with the idea for a while now and I have finally have the time to write it! I know the backstory is a little jacked, but with a new character and timeline, I needed it to make sense. Also, I can’t decide if this is a fire or pd story, so let’s just call it both! Thanks for reading! <3

P.S. Comment to be added to the tag list!

#jay halstead #hailey upton #will halstead #blake gallo #kim burgess #adam ruzek #trudy platt #kevin atwater #Chicago PD #chicago fire #upstead #one chicago

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ms-rampage · 4 years ago

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Eden’s Gate: Left Behind Chapter 12 - The Attack

Warnings: Language, violence, demons, smut?, degrading?, choking, teasing, John being unfair little shit to female Sam Winchester.

Word count: 2.2k

Summary: Kate’s friends are attacked during their camping trip. John shows Kate how much he loves her.

Note: Once again sorry for the gap between chapters!!. College sucks ass!!!, and I’m also working on other series as well.

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“You’re mine now” John says into the crook of Kate’s neck.

“You’re all mine and no one elses” he continues to mark her neck, and collarbones. Moving up, and down her body. Biting, and sucking at it.

“I took your virginity, Took your purity. You’re mine” he says into her chest.

His hand tangled in her hair. He continues to shove himself in and out of her. Having her beg for him. Teasing the former virgin.

“John, please” she whimpers, looking up at him.

“Please what darlin?!’ he says, still teasing her.

“I want you. Please. Please fuck me” she whimpers again.

He stops, and hovers over her. Their faces inches away from each other.

“It amazes me how a pretty face like yours managed to stay so pure, so innocent this long” he says, as he sniffs her hair, and whispers, “I like how you respond, react to what I do to you. The way your body reacts. The way you react to my actions”.

He shoves his cock in her with full force, and she lets out a scream like moan. John stays still, not moving, or giving her any satisfaction.

Being an unfair little shit, “See!!’ he says in a lustful tone, “There’s the reaction I love. I like to see you beg. Beg for me!!”.

Kate whimpers, feeling like she might throw up if he doesn’t fuck her insides.

“C’mon darlin!. Give me a scream”, he shoves his cock inside her again.

Giving him the same reaction from before. He smirks, “Ahh, it’s. It’s like music to my ears!!”.

He wraps his hand around her throat, not putting enough pressure to strangle her.

“Just know, I’m not doing this to hurt you. I just wanna see how much you can take, how much sexual pain I give you. How you can take it”. Kate feeling like she’s gonna pass out as he tightens his grasp around her throat. Taking away her oxygen. Closing her airway. She didn’t know he was into this sort of thing. Choking, teasing. What’s next?. Spanking? Degrading? Humiliation? Bondage?.

He clicks his tongue, shaking his head when he sees her about to pass out due to lack of oxygen. The color in her face changing, making her turn white.

“I thought you were stronger than that?!? Hmm?. That’s disappointing darlin”. He holds her throat for a few more seconds, then he lets go.

She gasps loudly for air.

Grabbing a handful of her hair again, pulling her head back to bite, and suck at her neck.

Moaning at his aggression, biting her lip, and arching her back up.

Thinking he didn’t see her reaction. He pulls away, and looks at her with raised eyebrows.

Leaving her whimpering, and wanting more.

“Oh?. I see that. You like it when I dominate you. When I make you feel vulnerable”.

He pulls her hair again, she lets out a loud moan.

“You like that don’t you?!”, he tightens the grip on her hair, “You like it when I hurt you?!”

“Y-Ye” she whimpers.

He pulls her hair again before she could answer, “Sorry darlin, I didn’t catch that?!” he teases, “Do you like it when I do this to you?!”, his voice filled with malicious intentions.

“Ye-Yes. Yes” she whimpers.

“Good, because this is how it's gonna be between us. Whether it’s here. My bedroom, in my plane, or in the church, it’s always gonna be like this. Because I love you, and you’re mine. No one else will ever have you. Do you understand?!”.

“Yes John, yes” she says, panting.

Grabbing her throat again, pulling her hair once more. Overpowering her, and making her vulnerable.

“I would call you a slut for making me do this to you, but since I’m your first time it wouldn’t make any sense”.

He lets go of her hair, slowly getting off of her, pulling his cock out of her slowly.

Sitting her up on the table.

He grabs a rag off the table next to them, and cleans the blood from her broken hymen from losing her virginity.

Her thighs, between her legs all sore. Pretty sure that’s normal from losing your virginity.

John cleans the blood from the table, between her legs, and thighs.

Tossing the rag in a basket, he holds her head, and kisses her lips.

“So?. I was your first time?!” he asks, his hand on the back of her head, his fingers gently rubbing circles.

She nods, “Yeah, you were my first time”.

He gives her side smile, “Do you regret it?”.

“No” she responds, shaking her head, “Not at all”.

He holds her head with both hands, cupping her it, and kisses her.

Passion, electricity running through her body.

Getting mixed emotions about this man. Why are the attractive ones the most sadistic ones?!?.

He takes her to another part of his Gate, where it’s a lot nicer, and cleaner.

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At the Whitetails Mountains.

Alissa, Layla, Becky, Sarah, Dylan, Kevin and Ryan all go to sleep, leaving the bonfire on.

The cracking of the embers, the sound of the crickets, and the wildlife being the only sounds filling the Montana night.

A few hours later around 3AM, the demons appear out of the darkness.

Circling the campsite. Alissa, Sarah and Becky in one tent, Ryan, Layla and Dylan in the second tent, and Kevin by himself in the third tent,

Saleos, and Merihem circling their campsite, like sharks in the ocean circling their vulnerable prey.

“Follow my lead” Saleos says to Merihem.

They approach the campsite, stepping on leaves as they approach the tents.

Dylan hears the crunching of leaves. Thinking it’s an animal, he goes back to sleep then he hears voices.

The voices of two men, whispering to each other, he looks over to Ryan and Layla who are completely asleep.

His phone vibrates, he gets a message from Alissa, “Dude are you talking??”.

He replies back, “No, it’s probably Kevin”.

Alissa replies back, “He’s asleep. I can see him from my tent”.

Dylan gets a message from Kevin, “Hey are you and Ryan talking???”.

He texts back, “Nope, I’m in my tent. I thought it was you!!”.

The voices grow slightly louder, and they circle the three tents.

“Dude the footsteps are circling the tents!! You think it's the fucking peggies??”Alissa text Dylan.

“It could be!!. I’ll get my gun” Dylan replies back.

Dylan goes to his gun from his bag, he puts in some bullets, and wakes up Ryan.

“Ryan, Ryan” he whispers, shaking him awake.

“What? What?” he asks, groggling, and half asleep.

“I think there are a couple of peggies outside, help me take them down” he whispers, louding his pistol.

Ryan rubs his face, making himself wake up, and reaches for his bag to grab his gun.

Their guns loaded, Dylan slowly, and quietly opens the zipper to the tent.

They both jump out, and look around, pistols ready in hand.

Scanning the darkness, the trees and everything that surrounds them, “Who’s there?!?!” Ryan yells out in a threatening voice.

Footsteps crunching leaves behind them from the darkness.

“Who’s there?!?!” Dylan yells out, quickly turning around to face the sound.

Becky comes out of her tent with a sniper rifle, and joins the two guys.

“We’re armed. Hope County Deputy Taylor!!” she yells out, and Layla comes out of her shared tent with a shotgun.

“Hope County Deputy Michaels. Who’s ever out there drop you weapons, and come out with your hands up” she yells out in her threatening cop voice.

The others stay in their tents, and listen for anything.

The four of them facing all directions of the darkness. Their backs to each other, scanning the darkness like mad men.

The snap of a twig sends them to face the direction of the sound. Then they see the silhouette of a figure appear out of the darkness.

“Calm down children” Saleos says, “No need to be trigger happy”.

He walks closer towards them, “Keep your hands where I can see them! Come any closer, I will shoot you” Layla says, cocking her shotgun.

“That won’t hurt me” he says, walking closer to them.

“Hey! Stay where you are!” Becky yells, “Or we will shoot you!”.

He chuckles, “How cute. I see you’re all friends with a Winchester”

Kevin, Sarah and Alissa come out of their tents. A metal bat, hunting knife, and crowbar in their hands.

Merihem comes out of the shadows behind the group, “How cute. A little army of humans”.

Ryan, Alissa, and Layla turn to face him.

All 7 of them are facing the two entities.

“Who are you two?!?” Ryan asks, aiming his gun at Saleos.

“How do you know Kate?!?” Alissa asks, crowbar in hand, and ready to start swinging.

Merihem chuckles, “Oh trust us. We know her personally, and you’re all gonna learn why you shouldn’t be around her”.

“What?!” Sarah exclaims.

Kevin scoffs, “Yeah sure. No one tells who I can, and can’t be around”, he charges at Merihem, metal bat in hand.

Without touching him, Merihem sends Kevin flying 10 feet, hitting a tree in the process. Landing hard on the dirt.

“Kevin!!!” Sarah exclaims.

Layla shoots at him twice in the chest and stomach.

Causing him no damage, or blood loss.

“What the fuck?!?!” she yells, in shock that the bullets did nothing to him.

Saleos uses his telekinesis, and chokes both Ryan and Dylan.

Clenching their necks, gasping for air.

Suffocating them, Becky shoots at Saleos.

A headshot makes him release his grasp on the guys.

They wheeze loudly from the air. Taking deep breaths.

“What the fuck are you two?!?” Becky yells out.

Shrugging, “Minions of Hell. Demons. Lucifer’s favorite. The list goes on, and on” Merihem says.

Kevin regains consciousness, and hits Merihem with his bat.

Making the demon stumble forward. Doing very little damage.

He swings at him again, and he dodges it. Using his powers and pushes him back. Hitting a tree once again.

Becky, Layla, Ryan and Dylan shoot at each demon. Doing little to no damage to them.

Saleos gets closer to them, and Alissa swings her crowbar at him.

Burning his flesh a little. Blistering into boils.

Alissa might have found a weakness for these “men”.

Merihem uses his powers, and makes claw marks on Dylan, Alissa and Kevin.

All three of them scream in agony as their flesh gets ripped open, and they start to bleed out.

“What the fuck?! What the fuck?!” Ryan starts to panic as he bleeds out.

Sarah grabs the crowbar, and swings at Merihem, the iron bar burning his flesh as well.

Blistering it. She swings at him several more times in the head.

Making him weaker with every hit, he pushes her towards a tree, hitting it.

A black mist flies out of the vessel’s mouth, and takes off into the night.

Layla, Becky, and Kevin who regain consciousness again, all standing tall.

Protecting their bleeding out friends.

Sarah crawls towards her friends, standing up. Ignoring the agonizing pain in her back.

“Now, now you’ve all done it” Saleos says, pointing to each of them, his eyes turning completely black.

The look of horror on all of their faces.

“What the fuck?!?” Becky pants.

“You gotta be shitting me?!??” Alissa says, putting pressure on her wounded stomach.

He sends the four of them flying in different directions hitting a tree or boulder in the process, leaving the other three to bleed out of their wounds.

“Now that you’ve all got the message. Kate Winchester is poison, her whole family are like leeches. The entire Winchester family is nothing but cancer. She is the reason why you’re all in the condition you’re in now. So she is to blame for this. Tell her Saleos, and Merihem sends their regards on behalf of Crowley the King of Hell”.

Black mist flies out of his body, making the body drop dead to the ground.

Taking off into the night, leaving all of them wounded, bloody, injured, and bruised.

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John, and Kate are asleep in a different part of his Gate.

Cuddled up in bed, his arms wrapped around her waist.

He holds her close to his chest as they sleep.

Making circular motions on her back.

Unbeknown to Kate, her phone starts to blow up in silence with multiple messages, and phone calls from all her friends that were attacked.

“Hey!! you need to do some explaining!!” - Kevin

“Is there something you didn’t tell us?!?” - Layla

“We were attacked tonight, they say that they knew you!!!” - Alissa

“Pick your phone!!!!” - Ryan

“Kate pick up your fucking phone!!!” - Sarah

“I’m bleeding out of my chest, and the dude didn’t even fucking touch me!!!” - Dylan

All her friends rushed themselves to the hospital were they were treated for their wounds, and injuries.

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bleedinghearthalstead · 4 years ago

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SWAT!Jay / Upstead AU

A/N: Part 9! SWAT!AU version of 7x19 Buried Secrets. Crossposted on AO3, link on my blog.

"D-21 Squad, advise 3rd District commander, I need every available patrolman and SWAT. We got a hostage barricade situation."

"Sarge, we got something," Hailey announces when she opens the door of the interrogation room where Hank is questioning Wade Henslow. She waits for her superior to step out before she continues, "Patrol drove by Dylan Stevens' last known. The silver Isuzu from the kidnapping is parked right outside."

"Good." Hank nods. "Tell them to hold tight, we're on our way."

"You got it."

The Intelligence unit gears up and drives to the South Side in three cars, parking down the road of the LKA. Kevin grabs the ram and they walk up the street in a single file, guns ready. Before they can even get to the gate, they hear glass breaking above them and a gun firing. The team ducks behind the brick fence in front of the house.

Hailey immediately gets on the radio. "10-1, 10-1. Shots fired at the police and we're pinned down at 51 Whitecrest. I repeat, 51 Whitecrest."

They hear Gary Stevens yelling at them that he has Charlotte Henslow. "Make any move to come inside and I will kill her!"

Hank calls it in. "D-21 Squad, advise 3rd District commander, I need every available patrolman and SWAT. We got a hostage barricade situation."

With the first patrol cars arriving only a few minutes after Hank's call, Hank and Hailey take charge of the scene, having the patrol officers block off the street and evacuate the surrounding houses on the block. Kim and Vanessa are setting up a mobile headquarters in the church across the street of the house that Stevens is holed up in and Adam and Kevin are taking cover behind one of the patrol cars, observing the house with their guns drawn.

Hailey knows Jay is on duty so she watches in anticipation as a SWAT truck pulls up not even half an hour later and the squad disembarks, first the SWAT team leader followed by his operators. She walks up to stand next to Hank and they wait for the team leader and two of his men to come up to them.

"Hicks." Hank shakes the team leader's hand. "Good to see you. We've got one hostage taker, name's Gary Stevens, white male, 55 years old. The hostage is Charlotte Henslow, white female, 21 years old. They're in the house over there, barricaded on the second floor where the broken window is."

"His position's looking down on the only entrance and we can't breach," Hailey adds and looks straight at Jay, who is standing next to his team leader.

Hicks also turns to his sniper. "Get Sam, get an elevated position and get me a clean shot."

"Yessir." Jay nods. He gives Hailey a wink and a small smile before he walks away, waving at Sam who is standing by the SWAT truck. Jay and his spotter look around the area for only a few moments before Jay gives Sam a hand signal and they disappear into the church.

The team leader then turns back to Hank. "You establish contact yet?"

Before Hank can answer, Kim comes up to them, holding out a phone to her sergeant. "We got a cell phone number for Gary Stevens, line's open."

"Good." Hank takes the phone. Hicks and his second-in-command Trey, their negotiator, give each other a look, but they've worked with Hank Voight often enough that they know things run a little differently when Intelligence is involved. The team leader tells Trey to stay with Hank and motions at Hailey to walk back to the SWAT truck with him.

Hicks stops where the rest of the SWAT team is waiting. "Detective Upton, my breach team will be following your lead."

"Copy that." Hailey and the breach team nod at each other. She's come to know Jay's team quite well over the years and she trusts them to have her back just as much as they trust her to call the shots. The four-man breach team gathers their shields and M4s and she leads them to where Adam and Kevin are waiting while Hicks walks back to Hank.

Settled in their position, Mitch sidles up to her and nudges her shoulder. "Hey, so what's the guy's deal?"

Hailey bemusedly looks at the huge form of the breacher crouched behind the car, the vehicle barely giving him enough cover. She shrugs at his question. "Stevens thinks that the girl's father had something to do with his son's disappearance and we think this is some sort of revenge act."

They listen to Hank talk to Stevens over the radio. "Now, Wade Henslow said you demanded two million dollars."

"He's a liar," they hear Stevens say, "I never said I wanted money." He angrily demands that Wade Henslow is brought here to tell him what he did to his son or he'll kill the other man's daughter. They have one hour.

Hank grimaces and orders Adam to get Henslow from the district. "Drag his ass here now."

In the meantime, the sniper team has set up in the church. They had no choice but to break the church window (please send reimbursement requests to the CPD) and Jay's sniper rifle rests on its bipod on a cupboard. Jay is in a standing position behind the rifle and Sam is next to him looking through his spotter's scope. The position isn't ideal since Jay will have to shoot with an upward angle, but it's the best they can do as it's the only place with a direct view of the window Stevens was shooting from earlier. Their headsets crackle and it's their team leader. "Halstead, you got a visual?"

"I'm locked on the window. No target."

The radio crackles again. "We're waiting for Wade Henslow, the girl's father, but if you get a shot, you take it."

"Roger that." Jay's eyes stay trained on the other house, but the curtains are drawn. There's no way he can take a clean shot this way. He glances at Sam out of the corner of his eye. "You got something, buddy?"

Sam keeps looking through his scope and sighs. "Nah, I got nothing. Gotta wait till he moves towards the window."

Jay nods and lets out a deep breath. Time to get comfortable and wait. It's nothing new really. As a sniper, he is used to waiting on target, waiting for the right moment to shoot. Sam is silent beside him and they're both getting into the zone. Breathing in through the nose, breathing out through the open mouth. Trey keeps the line open and they can hear everything that is being said where he is standing next to Intelligence's sergeant – Henslow's just arrived, Hank is questioning Henslow's story, Henslow is denying his involvement in Dylan Stevens' disappearance, Stevens calling in, Henslow and Stevens arguing –, but it's all just background noise to them.

Jay moves his finger to the trigger as soon as he sees the curtains move and Charlotte Henslow appears at the window, duct tape over her mouth and her hands tied, gun to her head. When Stevens starts his countdown, Jay's world grows smaller and smaller and quieter and quieter until all of his focus is concentrated within the circle he can see through his scope. From somewhere, like it's very far away, he hears Hank yell, "Upton, go now!", but that's not important right now. All he hears is seven, six, five, four… he breathes out, three, waits for another heartbeat, two, and squeezes the trigger. The shot echoes through the street.

"Everybody stand down!" Voight yells. "Was that Halstead?"

Jay presses the button on his radio. "I got a partial. I took the only shot I had."

As soon as she hears her sergeant bark at them to breach now, Hailey, Adam, Kevin and the SWAT team move across the street towards the house. Mitch picks up the ram they abandoned earlier and reaches the door first. He looks at Hailey, who will be first through the door, followed by her team mates. Hailey nods at him. "Hit it."

The door frame splinters under the force of Mitch's entry and the door slams against the wall, the whole place rattling. The Intelligence team moves straight for the staircase and Kevin tells the SWAT guys to hold on the ground floor. The place is very quiet and they briefly wonder if Jay has already finished the job, even if he didn't have a clean shot.

Hailey and Adam start clearing the second floor until they reach the last room. She signals at Adam to hold as she slowly peeks her head in only to quickly pull back when she sees Stevens standing in the back corner, holding his gun against Charlotte's head, the girl standing in front of him as a shield. "Take one more step and I will kill her!"

"No, you will not, Gary," Hailey calls into the room. "There's another way out of this, alright? Just keep calm." She turns to Adam and whispers at him, "Keep everybody back, okay?" Adam nods at her. "Everybody's gonna stay back, but I gotta come in there so I can see that Charlotte's okay, you understand?"

"Stay out!" Stevens yells.

Once again, she slowly peeks into the room, this time also holding up her hand and pushing the door open with it. "My name is Detective Upton. I'm gonna move in, alright?" She keeps her right hand up and although she's not pointing it at Stevens, she's still holding onto her gun.

"Put the gun down!"

She raises an eyebrow at the offender. "I don't put my gun down until you put your gun down."

Stevens is desperate. "I need to find my son!"

"I know you do." Hailey tries to calm him down, moving closer. "You're a good father, you love your son. And we're here to help you find Dylan, alright? But you gotta put the gun down."

"Not until I find answers!" By now, both Charlotte and Stevens are crying, the girls cries muffled by the duct tape over her mouth. Stevens' hand that is holding the gun is shaking.

"Gary," the blonde detective quietly says, "you're not gonna hurt an innocent girl, are you? She's got nothing to do with this, she's done nothing to you. She's just a kid like Dylan, right?" Hailey takes another half-step closer and lowers her gun when Stevens moves the muzzle of his gun an inch away from Charlotte's head.

"Stay back!" Stevens screams.

"Okay, okay." She takes a couple of steps back, holding up her hands.

"You good, Hailey?" Adam calls from the hallway.

"We're good," she calls back. She turns to Stevens. "We're going to find your son, okay?"

The man is getting more frantic by the second, Hailey can see it in his eyes. "If this is some kind of trick, I'll kill her!" The gun is again firmly pressed against Charlotte's temple.

Hailey moves closer again, even slower than before. "Listen, I promise we're going to find Dylan, but you need to let Charlotte go."

"No!" Stevens is holding onto the gun so tightly his knuckles are turning white. "You get out until you find my son!"

"You know I can't do that," Hailey calmly says, but her voice also suggests that she's not going to budge.

"Now!" The man snarls. He raises the gun at Hailey, but before he can fully stretch out his arm or Hailey can raise her own gun at him, a shot rings out and Stevens' hand explodes in a red burst, the gun flying through the air. He screams in agonizing pain and lets go of the girl.

Hailey dives over Charlotte, who has dropped to the floor, and tackles Stevens against the wall. Adam and Kevin have already come running into the room and together they press the older man onto the floor, wrestling his arms behind his back. Hailey can only stare at the bloody mess that is Stevens' left hand, a bullet hole in the center of his palm. She lets the guys cuff him and hurries over to the weeping girl, cradling her in her arms.

"You're alright now," she whispers, gently removing the duct tape and the girl sobs loudly. Hailey then calls down the hallway. "Mitch, a little help here!" She hears loud thumping steps run up the stairs and when the breacher comes into view, she motions at him to help her get the girl up and out of the house. The big guy gets out a knife and cuts through the zip ties around her hands, then carefully picks her up and carries her downstairs and to the waiting ambulance while Hailey follows behind them. She looks over her shoulder to see Kevin and Adam dragging Stevens between them. The man's screams have quieted to distressed whimpers and cries about Henslow killing his son and she can hear Adam tell him that they're going to find Dylan.

Hailey watches from a distance as both hostage and captor are taken to the paramedics while Wade Henslow is taken away by a couple of patrol officers, probably on Hank's orders for further questioning. She startles when a hand lands on her shoulder. "You alright?"

She looks into the concerned eyes of her husband and nods. "Yeah, I'm good."

"You sure?" Jay's hand moves to her face and his thumb rubs over her cheek.

Hailey vaguely remembers having felt some blood splatter on her face. "It's not mine. I'm okay." She gives Jay a small smile. "Thanks to you."

Her husband smugly smiles back at her. "I could see the shadow of his arm through the stained glass."

"So you took a lucky shot, huh?" She raises an eyebrow at him.

He shrugs at her. "I got him, didn't I?"

Hailey can only shake her head at his confidence, but she does know that she's lucky that her husband is so good at his job. Before she can give him a retort, Mitch comes jogging up to them. "Hicks said we're moving out in five."

Jay nods at his team mate and leans down to give Hailey a quick peck on the lips. "I'll see you later, babe."

As she watches the SWAT team pack up their gear and drive off, she rolls her eyes. Typical for them to just leave while they have to stick around and tidy up the scene.

* * * * *

The Intelligence and SWAT teams meet up at Molly's that night, minus their team leaders. The big group is huddled around a couple of tables that they pushed together against Herrmann's will and Hailey watches in amusement as the teams are loudly joking and laughing – they're the loudest bunch in the bar. It's the first time the two teams are hanging out with each other outside of work and already knowing the SWAT team, Hailey is not surprised that the teams mesh well. They're all considered members of elite units and they all have big egos to boast, but both Hailey and Jay consider their teams family and those families share a lot of the same values.

Since they're the only ones who know both groups, Hailey and Jay are wisely staying quiet, watching the mayhem from the sidelines. There's not enough chairs for everyone so Hailey is sitting in Jay's lap, his arms wrapped around her waist. She is sitting sideways with one arm slung around his neck. It's nice to end the day surrounded by people who they trust with their lives.

Later on they get to talking about the day's case and how they all understood Stevens' motivation to find his son. Trey says that he'd do the same or even worse for his kids and Kevin adds that he'd be the same with his younger siblings. Adam solemnly says that he would do anything for the kids he might have in the future and Hailey watches as Kim subtly puts her hand on his knee.

"Hey." Sam nudges Jay. "When are you and Hailey gonna have kids?"

Jay chokes on his beer and Hailey laughs, patting her husband on the back while he coughs. "The fuck, man?" he croaks out.

"You've been married for like two and a half years now, don't you want little Upsteads running around?" While the SWAT team snorts at Sam using the ship name they gave them, the whole group is collectively holding back their laughs and looking at Hailey and Jay with wide eyes as they are still waiting for the couple's reaction.

Jay looks at Hailey who quirks an eyebrow at him, then turns to the group. "Listen, ah, uhm-" he stammers.

His wife giggles at him and strokes his cheek in a calming manner. She shyly looks around the group. "It's still early and I didn't want to say anything yet-"

"WHAT!?" Kim and Sam exclaim at the same time, the others having similar albeit a little quieter reactions. They start talking over each other, giving the couple their best wishes, Kim and Mitch are tearing up, Sam and Adam start arguing about who gets to be the godfather, Kevin and Vanessa are yelling at Herrmann to get them a bottle of champagne.

Trey is staring at them with an unreadable expression. He squints his eyes at them and then groans. "You two are dicks." Jay laughs out loud and Hailey hides her laugh behind her hands.

"Wait, what?" The rest of the group is quieting down and looking at each other in confusion.

"For an elite group of police officers…" Hailey shakes her head. "You did see me drink a couple of beers and all the shots that Kevin and Sam ordered, right?"

"So you're not pregnant?" Kim pouts.

"No." Jay pulls a still giggling Hailey down to kiss her, then winks at Kim. "But we're working on it."

#upstead #jay halstead #hailey upton #chicago pd #finally some swat action lol #some fluff and humor in the bonus scene #bhhfic #swat!jay au

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No Cheeseburgers in Paradise

Pairing: Dean/Cas Rating: Teen, for some language Word Count: 5.7K Warnings: Sam POV, Canonverse Divergent after S8 Written For: nickel’s storytime On Ao3

Sam hadn't thought of having a place to set down roots in a very long time. Maybe when he had been with Jess, back at Stanford. But that was years ago, and his home had reverted back to pre-Jess, the back seat of the Impala, and motel rooms across the country. So the parting gift from their Grandfather was a strange surprise, to say the least.

At most, Sam had thought that it was just a warehouse in which the Men of Letters kept their magical relics and volumes of lore. He never expected it to be a fully functional base of operations. Bedrooms, Bathrooms, a Kitchen? That was not what Sam thought he would find as he explored the bunker.

Sam didn't expect to find Dean instantly claiming the place as home. In a matter of minutes, his older brother had claimed room eleven and started straightening it out. Dean even went as far hanging up his clothes in the modest closet, on long-forgotten hangers.

Seeing his brother's almost instant attachment to the bunker, Sam couldn't help but find a room, knowing that Dean wouldn't let him live it down if he didn't. He picked a bedroom that was as many spaces away from the bathroom as Dean's but in the opposite direction. If Dean wanted to settle in, Sam could use that to his advantage and make a physical separation from Dean as well.

The distance between rooms didn't stop Dean from mothering over Sam. He rolled his eyes as Dean referred to his new mode as nesting: cleaning and organizing the bunker, turning it into a home for the pair of them. The latest chore Dean had given himself, and one Sam hadn't seen in a long time?

Cooking.

Sam smelled the meal before Dean turned into the Library, two plates in hand. Dean set one in front of Sam, confirming what the younger Winchester had already thought. Dean had taken use of the kitchen and made them each their own burger.

"Uh, thanks, Dean." Sam looked down at the burger Dean had set before him. "Special occasion tonight?"

"Nope. Was just doing that nesting thing. Figured I could clean the kitchen, then I tested the stove, then I remembered we did some shopping. So I cooked." Dean sat at the next table over, observing Sam. "It's nice to have a full-size kitchen."

"I'm sure." Sam nodded, his eyes not leaving the burger on the plate. "You know, I'm not all that hungry."

"That's bullshit, and you know it, Sammy." Dean bit into his burger and smiled. "Man, when's the last time I was able to make something like this?"

"At Madison's place," Sam mumbled under his breath. "Or maybe before you and Bobby met Cas." Sam shot a look at over Dean, who was blissfully unaware of Sam's comments as he devoured his burger. He shook his head and stared back down at the burger on his plate. It had taken Sam years to figure it out, but Dean's burgers - while fucking delicious - were completely and utterly cursed.

While the outcome of eating Dean's food wasn't always adverse, something would always happen.

"Sammy, eat." Dean pointed at the burger. "I've really outdone myself this time."

Sam bit his bottom lip, dreading what was coming, but nodded all the same as he picked up the burger and took a bite. He let out an almost obscene moan as he devoured Dean's burger. His older brother wasn't kidding when he said this was his best yet. Guiltily and nervously, Sam finished off his dinner before looking at Dean. "That was amazing."

"Right? Now just wait until I get the stuff for making pie. I can even make the crust from scratch with the kitchen we have!" A broad smile widened across Dean's face as he leaned back in his seat. "I'm excited!"

"Well, don't get too excited." Sam tossed a paper over to Dean. "We've got a case." Sam rested his hand in his lap and crossed his fingers. The last thing the brothers needed was the world falling apart on them because Dean kept cooking for them while in the bunker.

Dean bit his bottom lip and nodded. "This looks like a Winchester thing."

Sam let out a sigh of relief.

…

On the way back from the case, Sam found himself silently cursing the fact that he and Dean had both eaten Dean's burgers. The case thing had been surprising and more of a case than even Sam had realized. Dean ended up killing Hitler for a second time. On the way back to the Bunker Dean practically called everyone - talking to anyone who would answer. Cas, that vampire guy, Kevin... Clearly, Dean eating his own burger had been a perk.

While nothing had genuinely happened to Sam, he found himself looking twice at shadows and jumping at sudden sharp noises. Not a good thing when your best friend is an angel that liked to blip around.

As the weeks continued, Sam found himself making salads to keep himself from eating more of Dean's Burgers.

Dean came storming into the kitchen. "Dude! Kevin's figured out the tablet. He knows how to close the gates of Hell!" Dean stopped in front of Sam and pointed down at the salad. "Did you try out that salad dressing I left you in the fridge?"

"I'm sorry, what?" Sam looked up at Dean in surprise. "You made salad dressing?" Sam blanched at the realization he had something Dean had prepared.

"Yeah, we were getting low on that vinaigrette that you like, so I tried my hand at making it," Dean smirked. "Must not have done so bad if you couldn't tell the difference."

Sam swallowed and shook his head, trying not to let his nervousness show. "Nope, we're good, Dean. I couldn't tell the difference at all." Sam pushed the salad away. "So, about Kevin?"

"Dude, we can close Hell. I just need to go through three tests or trials concocted by God. Completed, they slam all the gates shut. We just need to find a hellhound for me to kill."

Sam blanched. He ate Dean's food, and now Dean was going to have to kill a hellhound. Sam cringed internally and reached for his laptop, and gestured for Dean to sit down. "Let's find a demon deal, shall we?"

"Hell yeah!" Dean rubbed his hands together and sat across from his brother

...

It was Sam who had stumbled on the string of luck in Shoshone, Idaho, ten years prior. He wasn't sure if that was lucky or unlucky for him and Dean. However, he still chalked up, locating the goldmine of activity to the fact he had eaten Dean's vinaigrette. Which had Sam thinking. What if it wasn't the food that Dean cooked that was cursed?

He knew he was supposed to be researching the Cassity family as Dean drove them. However, he was too busy focusing on and trying to remember all the times Dean had prepared food for him.

Dean's go-to food was burgers. If he could spare the time - like at Bobby's or when they could get a motel room - he would go all out, making them meals. And since they were mostly burgers, Sam's mind automatically associated Dean's burgers with their sudden changes in luck. But looking at the incident that got them on the road - that was salad dressing for fuck's sake - or another recent event where Kevin fell off the boat after eating a burrito Dean had made him. Sam needed to wonder:

Was Dean cursed? How would Dean have gotten cursed? Sam ran his fingers through his hair and tugged. How could he even broach the topic of Dean possibly being cursed?

Watching as Dean tapped his fingers on the steering wheel along to AC/DC's Hell's Bells, Sam vowed to keep his mouth shut until he could prove beyond a doubt that Dean was cursed. He pulled out his notepad and started taking notes.

As they pulled up to the Cassity Ranch, Sam looked over the list he started. He had matched up instances of Dean's cooking with significant events in their life, going back to before he had even left for Stanford. He pinched the bridge of his nose, massaging it in irritation before looking over at his older brother exiting the Impala. Without a doubt, there was a correlation between Dean's cooking, the amount of prep work that his brother put into it, and how big of a swing in luck it caused.

Now all Sam needed to figure out was how Dean got cursed.

Sam hadn't realized that Ellie had put Dean on grill duty. He figured that Dean was lurking, looking for any sign of the hellhound. However, when the patriarch Noah asked Ellie what her new secret to the grilled food was, she mentioned that Dean knew his way around the grill. Sam took a look at the grilled chicken he had started to eat, and almost instantly lost his appetite.

Accepting his fate, Sam took a quick pitstop in his room to write up a quick theory about Dean's curse and folded it up, hiding it in his duffel bag. If something were to happen to him, Dean would eventually go through his bag and find the letter and be able to put two and two together. If he somehow came out of the whole ordeal unscathed, he could pick up from where he left off.

Sam took a deep breath before zipping up his bag. He told Noah and Margie he'd join them on a slightly drunken night hunt. The hellhound distorted the sounds it made as it traversed through the woods, and was able to easily take down Margie, the youngest Cassity.

With Dean finding out that a third Crossroads deal was made, Sam was benched so Dean could undertake the trials. Listening to the remaining Cassitys bicker was a nightmare. And when the oldest slipped her cuffs - Sam was totally blaming that one on Dean - and ran outside, he realized how much trouble Dean was actually in. He shooed the oldest sibling back inside and ran to the barn, chasing after the hellhound that was going after Ellie.

Sam shot at the hellhound, striking it, and was promptly attacked. From there, Sam's luck changed. Much to Dean's annoyance, despite him not knowing the cause why, Sam killed the hellhound and became the brother who would undergo the Trials of God.

...

As the weeks passed, Sam was able to use his attachment to the trials to wave off Dean's food. Not that it kept Dean from fretting over him. It made researching the curse on Dean even harder to figure out. He still hadn't figured out a way to explain to his brother that he was cursed. Would Dean even buy it?

Sam had contemplated going to Cas, but a second look at his list made him realize something. Some of the references Sam had found were pre-Cas: the burgers Dean made at a cookout before him getting accepted at Stanford, the ones Dean made on the drive back to Stanford after the Woman in White, and the ones at Madison's place. There were smaller, less complicated meals, Sam was sure of it, but Dean had made them. If those were done before Cas came into their life, it meant either Cas knew about the curse and didn't care, or that the curse was something that even the angel couldn't fix.

The second trial came and went. Freeing Bobby from Hell had been an ordeal, and Sam had to wonder what Dean had eaten to make it so catastrophic. Adding the event to his list, Sam focused on lifting the curse off of his brother. They were getting closer to the end, and while he had every intention of seeing the trials all the way through, Sam had a feeling they would also be his downfall.

The day before the brothers started the third trial, Sam asked Dean for a burger. He figured that the worst that could happen was that he would die. Sam partially expected it, especially with how rapidly he had deteriorated over the past several months. In the best-case scenario, it would change his luck, and he would live. Just like he had at the Cassity's and before making the trek to Hell for the second trial, he left a letter and his findings for Dean, explaining what he knew of the curse.

As the third trial progressed, Sam realized that the burger wasn't helping him. He wasn't sure if it was slowing down the process so he could complete it, but Sam knew that he wasn't going to make it, and only hoped that Dean would forgive him.

…

Sam didn't remember passing out as he woke up in the Impala. "Dean?"

"Sleeping beauty finally decided to wake up?"

"What happened?" Sam looked out at the road. "The last thing I remember is the church..."

"Long story short? The Trials failed. You've been out cold for two days. That Metatron dick tricked Cas, and the Angels fell." Dean shrugged. "We're meeting Cas back at the bunker and double-checking the wardings. He's kind of a wanted ex-angel."

Sam tilted his head, and a shiver shot through his nerves. "Ex-angel?"

"Metatron stole his grace," Dean growled. "He fucking de-powered Cas and kicked all the angels out of Heaven knowing they'd be after him."

"So, what's the next step? Find a way to get the angels back to Heaven?"

"Yep, and keep Cas safe," Dean commented. "Teach him how to human, show him the ropes, get him tatted up," Sam swore that he saw Dean's Adam's apple bob up in a swallow. "We just keep moving one foot at a time."

"Sounds like a plan." The last part of Sam's sentence was muted by his yawn. "How far out from the bunker are we?"

Dean shrugged. "Hour. An hour and a half. Go back to sleep. We'll start on fixing our mess when we get back."

Sam didn't have to be told twice. He rested his head against the window and promptly passed back out for the rest of the trip.

...

Cas greeted them at the doorway to the bunker, pulling Sam into a quick hug before pulling Dean into a prolonged embrace. Sam smiled at the casual affection between his brother and Cas when a thought triggered in his brain. Sam liked seeing the pair of them happy. And if Cas and Dean made each other happy, that made Sam even happier.

But Cas had never eaten Dean's food before.

If Cas was no longer an angel and was a full-fledged human, he was going to need to eat. If Cas was going to eat, he was going to eat Dean's food. Sam dragged his hand down his face at the realization and made his way to his room to drop off his bag before heading to the Library to keep researching.

Sam had lost track of time when Cas sat down across from him. The former angel sat a burger in front of him and had a burger of his own. "Dean said you should eat, that you haven't eaten approximately forty-eight hours."

"I, uh." Sam looked down at the plate Cas sat in front of him and felt his stomach grumble. He looked back up at Cas and watched as Cas happily and eagerly bit into the sandwich. "I don't think I could keep it down."

"Would you actually know unless you tried?" Cas groaned around another bite of burger. "Dean said he remembered me liking burgers during the confrontation with Famine. He thought that would be a good first meal that he cooked for me."

"How are they?" Sam tried to casually write down the date and time on his growing list of food and luck coincidences.

"I do enjoy them." Cas took the last bite of his burger and smiled, before guiltily looking at Sam's burger, then Sam. "Are you not going to eat that?"

Sam couldn't help but chuckle, remembering times that Dean had stolen Cas' food that he ordered to blend in. He updated the 'burger' on his list to '2 burgers' and pushed his plate to Cas. "If I think I can stomach something later, I will. I promise."

"I'll hold you to that." Cas moaned into another bite of burger, almost as pornographically as the first bite. "This is so good." He stood up from the table and grabbed both plates. "I need to go thank Dean again." Cas blushed and exited the Library.

Sam pulled his list in front of him. Based on the previous encounters, the effect of the food would happen within the next twenty-four hours. He just needed Cas to experience it. Then he could bring up the curse with the ex-angel, and hopefully have a co-conspirator into finding a way to break the curse.

As he leaned back in his seat, Sam's stomach growled. He whimpered, realizing that the burger did smell really good, and pushed himself out of his chair, slinking back to his room to grab something healthy and untouched by Dean.

...

While Sam certainly didn't follow Cas into his bedroom when he went to sleep or into the bathroom, Sam kept the ex-angel in his sight the majority of the time. It quickly passed twenty-four hours, and Dean happily kept feeding Cas, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary

He sat down at the table in the Library after pulling out another book on curses, when Cas silently snuck in and sat down across from him again. "Am I doing something wrong, Sam?"

Sam jumped in his seat, banging his knee against the desk. "Jesus, Cas. Now I know why Dean's always saying he's going to get you a damn bell."

"My apologies," Cas smirked, and Sam couldn't help but smile and roll his eyes in return. "I was curious as to why you've been following me so closely. Is there something inadequate in the way Dean is helping me?"

"Uh, well." Sam rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "I mean, there are always things I could recommend, but that's not why I was watching you. I was watching because I wanted to see how Dean's food affected you."

"It is quite delicious. I'm curious as to why you don't partake? You make salads and eggs and those green drinks that don't look very appealing." Cas tilted his head. "What's going on, Sam?"

"Well, can I answer your question with an ask?"

"I believe you just did." Sam wasn't sure how or when the former angel developed so much sass and fought to keep his jaw from falling. "Go ahead and ask, Sam."

Sam let out a heavy sigh. "Have you noticed anything... weird, since eating Dean's food?"

"Intoxication. Urination. Defecation. They're all weird human necessities." Cas leaned back in his chair. "All of this is new to me, Sam. I'm going to need you to be specific."

"Fine. Have you noticed any big things happening within twenty-four hours of eating Dean's cooking? Good or Bad things?" Sam leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table and his chin on his knuckles. "Or anything that seems weird, even for a human?"

"I have not." Cas shook his head in the negative. "Granted, as I said before, I probably would not have noticed, but nothing seems extraordinary if I gather your meaning correctly."

"Damn." Sam pulled out his notepad and wrote down what Cas had told him. "It's good that you haven't, but the fact that you haven't blows my theory out of proportion."

"Your theory?" Cas crossed his ankle over his knee, attempting to get more comfortable in the chair.

"I think Dean's been cursed for a very long time. I need to see Dad's journal and get some more confirmation before I bring this to Dean, but I also want to tell him how to break the spell before I do." Sam rubbed at his forehead. “You probably wouldn't even notice."

"No, I'm pretty sure I would. How is he cursed?" Cas crossed his arms over his chest and glared at Sam.

"Cas, if my research is right, which, it's always right, Dean's been cursed since before I went to Stanford. Wouldn't you have noticed it when you raised him from Hell?" Sam leveled his own stare in response.

Cas shook his head. "I did a thorough check of his body as I repaired it. There as no curse on him."

"Well, what if I told you that anytime someone eats his cooking, something big happens to them. It can be a good thing or bad thing, and it always happens within twenty-four hours." He turned his notepad with his findings and showed it to Cas. "I've been waiting to tell him, but it doesn't seem like it's ever the right time."

"I don't think there is a right time to tell someone they're cursed, Sam."

"I know, Cas!" Sam dragged his hands down his face. "I just wanted to know how to break the curse when I told him that he was cursed so he wouldn't be upset."

"He'll probably be more upset that he knew you willing hid it and didn't share the fact." Cas pointed at some of the findings on the list. "He made burgers before you killed a potential mate. He fed you not once, but twice before you started the trials..." Cas shook his head.

"I just want to know why and how you're immune." Sam rubbed at his temples. "I'm going for a walk. I'll have my phone if you need me, but Cas. Please. You can't tell Dean." Sam turned on his best puppy dog eyes, hoping they'd finally have an effect on Cas. "I'll tell him, I promise. I just... give me a little longer to see if I can figure this out."

Cas' lips turned in discontent. "Forty-eight hours, Sam. I'll give you two days, but then you have to tell him."

"Thank you." Sam let out a small breath of relief, although he wished Cas would have given him more time. He marked his page and slammed the book shut, taking it with him as he practically ran out of the Library and through the War Room before exiting to the outside of the bunker.

Sam walked along the gravel roadway before coming to the main road. He looked both ways and crossed over the pavement, heading to the open field on the other side. After finding a suitable place to sit, Sam cracked the book back open and continued from where he left off reading.

As he read through the pages, a thought nagged at the back of his mind. Cas.

Cas never noticed Dean's curse. He literally grasped Dean's soul, pulled it out of Hell, and rebuilt his body from scratch. If Cas had seen the curse, he would have left it out of the refurbished body. If it was marred on Dean's soul, Cas would have cleansed it. But Cas never detected it.

Cas was also immune to it. For a brief second, Sam thought it was because of Cas' grace, but Cas was depleted. He was human. Dean's cursed cooking affected humans. So even without his Grace, Cas had no reaction. Sam started scanning the book looking for anything about a person being immune to someone else's curse.

Sam found a section about curse loopholes. As he read through it, something became apparent. Cas was not only immune to Dean's curse but possibly the way to break it.

After another hour of reading, Sam stood up and stretched his legs before heading to the bunker. During his readings, he recalled a conversation about soulmates and how Cupids were meant to make sure they found each other. Granted, that conversation ended up with Dean punching a Cupid in the face. Still, Sam remembered something about two souls coming together perfectly.

Sam entered the bunker and headed to the kitchen, finding Dean and Cas sitting across from each other. They were leaning towards each other, talking in a hushed tone, and everything clicked in place for Sam. He ran out of the kitchen and back to the Library, looking for a specific book, Vivlío tis Afrodítis.

He sat down in a chair close to the shelf where he found the book, flipping through the pages until he found the passage about souls being split asunder to find one another. According to the lore, if one half of a soul is plagued, bringing it together with the other would cleanse it. Sam flipped through a few more pages, frowning when he found how to combine the two halves to make the soul whole again.

Cas and Dean would have to admit their feelings for each other.

Sam dropped the book on the ground and rested his face in his hands. His emotionally-constipated brother was going to kill him. Sam had hidden the fact that Dean, or something Dean adjacent, had been cursed for at least fifteen years. And of course, of course, there was a way to break the said curse. True-fucking-love's kiss.

"Sammy?" Dean stood in the doorway of the Library watching over him. "You okay there? You came in the kitchen then stormed out. Now it looks like you were getting into a fight with a book there."

"Sort of?" Sam frowned, realizing it was now or never. At least Cas wouldn't hold it over his head. "Sit down?"

Dean crossed to a chair across from Sam. "What's up?"

For a brief second, Sam considered starting off his sentence with So get this... Instead, he let out a short sigh instead and frowned. "Dean, you're cursed."

"You're funny," Dean responded after a moment. He shook a finger at Sam, smiling. "You almost had me there."

"I'm not kidding, Dean." Sam pushed himself up out of the chair and walked back to where he had set up his research. He grabbed the notepad and turned around and handed it to Dean, who had followed after.

Dean flipped through Sam's notes. "Shouldn't I know if I'm cursed? Like, shouldn't I feel it?" He tapped a spot on the list. "Wait. Since then?" Dean's eyes grew wide. "Oh shit. I might actually be cursed." Dean shoved the file into Sam's hands and ran out of the Library, nearly knocking over an entering Cas.

"You told him?" Cas walked up to Sam and took the notepad and read over it. "How did he handle it?"

"I think he agrees." Sam looked at Cas, who had raised an eyebrow in question. "What? He said 'Oh shit, I might actually be cursed" and nearly ran you over on the way out."

"I thought he'd be more upset." Cas crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back against the table.

Sam shrugged. "You never know, Cas. the day is still youngish." Dean strode back into the Library with John's journal in hand. "We'll learn soon enough, I think."

"Okay, so about two months before you got your acceptance letter, Dad sent me on a hunt." Dean flipped through the journal, stopping on a page. "He followed me because he didn't trust me to do it on my own. He cuffed me upside the head when it was all done, ‘cause I supposedly scared the shit out of him. The witch got a hit on me." Dean found a page and turned the journal to face Sam. "Dude, Dad wrote down what he thought she said. 'ut ardeat omnia lordum.'"

"'May all your lords glow brightly?'" Sam questioned. "That doesn't sound much like a curse."

"Which would explain why your father didn't think Dean was cursed and didn't treat it like one," Cas interjected, stroking his chin with the tips of his fingers. "Are there any words that could be replaced in that sentence that sound similar?"

Sam crossed over to the shelves and pulled down a book. "Let's look at some Latin, shall we?" He flipped through a few pages before tracing down with his fingers. Sam continued the process several more times before stopping and tapping on a word. "This is a long shot, but... lardum instead of lordum? It would make the sentence..."

"'May all your bacon burn.'" Dean shook his head. "When I make food, it doesn't burn. I'm too good for that." Sam rolled his eyes, glaring at his older brother, who merely shrugged. "I am! But what if it's not me burning the so-called bacon, but the bacon I make causing bad reactions - causing metaphorical burns?"

"That's a fickle curse." Cas quipped.

Dean nodded. "She was a fickle bitch." He set down John's journal and took the list from Cas. "All of these are - for the most part - burns. Sure, Sammy going to Stanford was good for him, but it sucked for me and Dad."

"It actually sucked for me in the long run, cause I met Jess and lost her. And any of the friends I ever made, other than Jess, were actually demons." Sam pointed out.

"And you needed to kill Madison. Shit, you have the run-in with Croatoan on here too. I had made us food before we rolled into town." Dean pushed the list back at Sam. "My food has been cursed to fucking make our lives miserable." Sam watched as a realization crossed Dean's face, and he pointed at Cas. "I've been feeding you non stop since we've been back here."

Sam looked at Cas, who look was looking at him. After getting a curt nod from Cas, Sam spoke up. "I've been keeping an eye on Cas. He's immune."

"I mean, I'd get that if Cas were still an angel. But Cas is human. Right, Cas?" Dean's face remained wide in concern.

"I am very much human, yes. But Sam clearly must have figured something out, as he's told you that you're cursed."

Sam bit the inside of his cheek. While he was sure he had figured it out, he wasn't sure either of the two men with him would follow through. "I think I did, yeah."

"Well, don't leave us hanging, Sammy!" Dean clapped his hands together. "I'd very much like to know my cooking isn't killing people."

"Cas, can I ask you a question?" Sam looked to his side, hoping Cas could help him out without even realizing it.

"Yes, Sam."

"When you were stripped of your grace, did you get a soul to replace it?" Sam watched Dean from the corner of his eye as he looked at Cas.

"Yes." Cas nodded. "I am fully human."

"What's that got to do with anything?" Dean interrupted.

"Cas," Sam continued. "Can you tell anything about your soul, or was that a grace thing only?"

Cas sadly shook his head. "I could if I still had my grace, but as a human? I cannot. Why?"

"Well, need I remind you guys that soulmates are a thing?" Sam walked over to the chair where he'd been sitting with the Vivlío tis Afrodítis, picking it up off the ground. "Soulmates are forced asunder, destined to find each other. If something happens to one half of the soul, if the other half is clean, it can purify any taint."

"HOLD UP." Dean snatched the book out of Sam's hand and started flipping through it. "You're saying..."

Sam cringed at his brother's reaction, even though he expected it. "You and Cas are soulmates, Dean. I'm certain of it. I mean, I've been suffering your pining and longing for several years now. And now that Cas is human and has a soul? You two are meant to be together. I wouldn't be surprised if the cupids came after you in a good way."

"You what?" Dean shot an incredulous look at Sam, before shyly turning to Cas. Dean mumbled something under his breath and looked at the ground.

"For what it's worth, Dean, I have loved you since the moment I touched your soul and rescued you from the depths of hell." Cas stood up straighter, as though he were trying to force himself to be brave.

Dean's head shot up in surprise. "You what?"

"I love you, Dean. As Sam picked up on, it's no secret. As an angel and as a human, it has always been you, Dean."

Sam looked to Dean, realizing that he was intruding on what could be a very emotional scene. He turned to grab his stuff when Dean spoke up. "You sure as hell don't make it easy, do you, Cas?" Sam cringed slightly, risking a small glance at his brother and best friend. Dean had taken a step forward and held Cas' hands in his own. "Sam'll tell you. We were told that love wasn't allowed in this life. It was beaten in our heads, and it was mostly ‘cause our old man was so cut up over losing Mom." Sam nodded to show his agreement with Dean, who continued. "But you? You came in like a comet, Cas. Sparks flying, thunder crashing, lightning striking. The whole kit and caboodle."

"And what does that mean, Dean?" Cas freed one of his hands and cupped Dean's cheek. Sam wanted so desperately to look away, to escape out of the Library. Still, he was entirely entranced by the scene unfolding in front of him.

"It means that I love you too. I was captivated by you in the barn. I knew there was something between us, but it wasn't until..." Dean scoffed. "Let's just say I had to grow up a little to realize how much you mean to me." Dean leaned in and pressed his lips against Cas', and Sam knew that it was time to leave.

Sam set his book down and quietly exited the Library, deciding to set up in his room for the rest of the night.

…

The next morning, Sam woke up to the smell of bacon and eggs, toast, and coffee. The magical blend of aromas forced Sam out of bed and down to the kitchen. There, he found Cas sitting at the table, wearing one of Dean's Zeppelin shirts and a pair of his plaid pajama pants. Dean was at the stove, in similar apparel.

"Morning, Sammy." Dean looked over his shoulder, smiling, and Sam couldn't help but return the contagious smile his brother had flashed. "Join us?"

Looking back and forth between Cas and Dean, Sam agreed. "Using me as a guinea pig?"

Dean winked at Cas. "Don't you know it, Sammy."

#profoundnet #spncreatorsdaily #spnpetra #destiel #sam's pov #sam winchester #dean/cas fic #crack treated seriously #rating: t #canon divergence #past season 8 #nickel writes

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Be My Nightmare Ch1

Arrival

The brutal murderer V is the newest arrival at Mundus Psychiatric Hospital where you work with the most violent of criminals. Can you help him find peace, or will his machinations pull you into his dark web?

CONTENT WARNING - mental illness, blood, murder, hallucinations, dubious consent, lots of dark thinking.

Word count - 4,261

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---Reader---

“Shit, he’s got a knife!”

Five words you never wanted to hear while working in a psychiatric hospital.

They sent you straight into high alert, scanning the lobby and intake area for the threat. Only a few visiting family members and orderlies occupied the room. Still, because of the constrained space it took a moment to find the culprit. Your eyes widened when you spotted the slim figure at last.

A tattooed man with black hair, he brandished the blade before him with a gleeful smile, his green eyes lit with crazed mirth. He sliced at the person closest to him, leaving a line of dark red on her white sleeve.

Fuck! This looks bad…

Yet you didn’t intervene. Instead, you ducked lower behind the intake counter to hide, trying not to draw attention to yourself as you picked up the red phone and dialed the security office. Protocol dictated it, and despite your fascination with the potential new patient you knew better than to ignore the rules. While the line connected, you peeked over the counter to watch the chaos.

The man with the knife had his teeth bared as his green eyes swept the room, searching for something. The three orderlies present were standing between him and the visitors, hands held high in a non-threatening pose. You recognized Kevin and Rob and smirked. They were both experts in de-escalation; that’s why they worked in intake so often.

The third man looked scared, a new face you weren’t yet familiar with. He didn’t hide his fear at all, and the attacker easily picked up on his inexperience. The knife flashed toward him, aimed right for his heart. You held your breath, anticipation flooding your senses as both Kevin and Rob darted forward, each grappling one arm.

Kevin wrapped a meaty fist over the man’s bicep, his other hand applying pressure to his extended wrist as the blade grazed the third orderlies chest. He tightened his grip until his knuckles turned white and the black-haired stranger’s fingers opened against his will. The knife clattered to the floor and Kevin kicked it away as a nurse came running with a set of restraints.

Over already.

A sigh of disappointment slipped through your lips. Contrary to popular belief, working in a mental institution was incredibly boring. Routine and stability were crucial to patient recovery, and the monotony of it made you restless. Not that you wanted people to get hurt, but a little break in the tedium was nice.

“This is Aaron, what’s the issue?”

“Oh! Uh, Kevin’s got a violent patient restrained in intake. Two minor injuries, but nothing serious,” you replied.

“On my way.”

The phone went dead and you set it back into the cradle, monitoring the tense situation as Kevin and Rob forced the stranger into the restraint system. The crazed man repeated the same words over and over as they tightened the straps.

“A land of sorrows and of tears where never a smile was seen!”

You smiled. This guy would be interesting.

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The second your replacement arrived, you headed for the director’s office. You held up your badge to Lenny with a smile and he waved as he buzzed you past the double gate, allowing you into the administrative wing. Within moments, you were knocking on Dr. Malphas’ door.

“Come in.”

You couldn’t hide your excitement as you entered your boss’s office, taking a seat on the comfortable armchair in front of his desk. Dr. Malphas was an odd fellow, elderly and kind. He was the one who hired you straight out of college, despite the lack of experience on your resume. He closed the navy file before him and gave you a grandfatherly smile, folding his hands over the desk to meet your gaze.

“I want the guy from this morning,” you blurted. He chuckled and removed his glasses, using the backside of his tie to clean them.

“I knew you would. He does seem like he needs your special touch. How’s your case load?”

You hummed thoughtfully, reviewing the patients you were already working with.

“I could hand one or two to Dr. Mustafa, one of his just got discharged.”

He gave the lenses one last wipe and carefully placed his glasses back on his face. They made his eyes look bigger, buglike and you smirked. He knew what they did, and he loved it.

“Make it two, I have a feeling this guy will take up a fair amount of your time. Once he’s stable, feel free to begin.”

You beamed and nodded, eagerly accepting the file he held out for you to peruse. The name on the tab made no sense, and you stared back at your supervisor quizzically.

“His name is V? That’s it?”

“That’s all the court provided.”

Weird.

You stood and inclined your head. “I’ll go get to work. Thanks, boss!”

Dr. Malphas chuckled again and waved you off as you hurried out the door, already scanning the file.

Court ordered admission, patient murdered a family of three. Damn, the kid was only five…

You barely acknowledged Lenny in your rush to get back to your office on the third floor. Over the last few years, you’d developed a reputation for your ability to help the very worst of patients, specializing in criminals with violent tendencies. They fascinated you, especially serial killers. If you used the textbook definition, this “V” didn’t fall into that category since all his known kills had occurred in a single evening.

But I’d bet a month’s salary he’s got more skeletons in the closet. They always do.

You grinned; you couldn’t wait to get started.

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It didn’t take long for you to choose two patients to transfer, and as you gathered the required files in your office, you heard approaching footsteps. Only an hour had passed since V’s arrival; it was probably the orderlies bringing him to his cell. You grabbed your badge and scurried out to watch.

They were easy to spot in the hallway through the glass of the security checkpoint. Two bulky men in blue scrubs dragging a third, much smaller man in white between them. Kevin’s annoyed grimace helped you recognize him, and Aaron was unmistakable due to his mountainous form. You waved at Ben and he buzzed you through with a shake of his head.

You stepped into the hallway and kept out of their way, content to listen to the man’s growled oaths.

“I’ll destroy you for this. I will flay the flesh from your bones and make you watch, I’ll use your blood as bath water!”

“Sure you will, buddy,” Kevin replied.

V snarled like an animal, gnashing his teeth and writhing against the two men’s tight hold of him. He contorted until his eyes locked on yours, and he froze as if a cattle prod had hit him. You expected him to continue his tirade of threats, but he fell silent and tilted his head to the side, furrowing his brow in thought.

Huh… interesting reaction.

You held his gaze unflinchingly and waited, curious to see what happened next. The corner of his lips twitched into a smirk and for the first time you noticed how damn attractive he was. It was hard to look past the madness in his expressions, but once you did it was impossible to ignore.

What a waste.

You followed the three men without thought, your inquisitiveness too strong to resist. Kevin and Aaron dragged V’s newly compliant body into his cell, strapping his limbs down until further notice. It was standard procedure with a new high secure patient; people didn’t end up in your care unless they were a danger not just to themselves, but to society.

“Now, are you going to cooperate and take these or do we have to sedate you?” Aaron asked, holding out a paper cup with V’s first dose of Seroquel. You watched from the doorway as his eyes narrowed, considering his options.

Please be smart, please be smart, please be smart…

After an uncomfortable moment of silence, he opened his mouth obediently to accept the medication.

Yes!

Kevin leaned forward to check his cheeks and smiled kindly when he found them empty.

“Good man,” he said, then turned to you. “What’s up, doc? He one of yours?”

“As of today!”

“Well, good luck. Hope you can reach him,” Aaron answered. He gestured at Kevin and the two men departed. With V tied down under three levels of restraints, there was no need for them to stay and monitor him. You stepped closer, pulling out the chair from under the desk and plopping down to begin.

“All right… V… I’m Dr. Waras. I’m here to help you get better.”

You paused, waiting for some sign of acknowledgment of your words, but V kept his eyes glued to the pale ceiling overhead. You cleared your throat, but still he didn’t respond.

What the hell? He was talking a few minutes ago.

After another moment of silence, you started to get worried. He hadn’t even blinked. You leaned forward, coming into his line of sight. You chewed the inside of your cheek at the emptiness of his expression.

“V? Can you hear me?”

Nothing.

His tattoos were extraordinary and you couldn’t help but glance at the intricate patterns on his arms. The dark lines looked tribal, like war paint in a way. You tilted your head and called his name again, with no result.

You leaned closer, bringing your mouth next to his ear. Even his head was strapped to the bed, the poor bastard…

“V? Hello?”

He’s not dead, is he?

You extended your hand and felt for a pulse, your fingertips pressing into his neck gently. There was a normal rhythm, nothing out of the ordinary. You moved your fingers to check his airflow, hovering under his nostrils as the telltale exhalation crossed your skin. He still hadn’t blinked and tears were forming in the corners of his eyes.

A catatonic episode. Pretty intense, from the looks of it. Poor guy.

---V---

The scent of blood was overwhelming, but all he saw was white. Where was that delicious aroma coming from? He hoped it was fresh; the color became dull after only a few hours.

“V? Hello?”

Sensations filtered in one by one. Warm pressure on his neck. A thin cushion under him, something wrapped around his wrists and ankles. V struggled to gather his wits, his thinking sluggish and disorganized. The aroma grew stronger and he stifled a moan as the source revealed itself to him – a woman in a white coat, leaning over his prone body. Her fingers were held under his nose.

Irresistable.

V slipped his tongue past his teeth and between his lips, taking a delightful lick of your fingers with a pleased hum. You retreated with a grimace and pulled a napkin from your pocket to wipe away his saliva. He blinked, savoring the saltiness of your flesh.

I should’ve bitten… damn.

The restraints limited his vision, but every flash of your slim fingers against the white fabric made him want another taste. You tucked away the napkin and opened a thin blue folder.

“R- right. I’m Dr. Waras. Do you know where you are?”

He smirked; he’d rattled you. V reveled in the sense of power it gave him to know only a momentary caress of his tongue had caused such a reaction. His nerves vibrated, anticipating all the fun he could have with you.

What other reactions can I elicit?

He wiggled his arms and legs, testing his range of motion. Only a few inches, far from the distance required. Damn. He’d have to remedy that, somehow.

“Can you speak?”

Ah, I suppose I should play along for now.

“I can. What’s your name?”

You frowned. “I just told you, I’m Dr. Waras. Are you having trouble remembering?”

“I meant your first name.”

You sighed, pursing your lips for a moment before answering. “If I tell you, will you answer my questions?”

V hummed, pretending to think while inside he celebrated his first victory. He hoped you’d prove amenable, but this was almost too easy.

“I will,” he replied with a false smile.

“Y/N. Now, do you know where you are?”

“Y/N,” he purred. He liked the way it sounded, a delightful arrangement of letters. It echoed in his mind, becoming a mantra as he closed his eyes to bask in a plethora of imagined situations where he could say your name again.

You shifted your weight. He wondered if it was from discomfort or if you enjoyed hearing your name roll from his lips. He said it again, testing. A pulse of blood rushed down to his cock as he envisioned decorating your flesh with little cuts, thin lines of red trailing across your skin. He repeated your name again, letting a hint of his arousal color his voice.

You shifted your weight again. He wished his head was free, wished he could see if you were angling your body against the chair to ease the ache…

I think she likes it!

“Hush, Griffon!” he cried, angry at the interruption. Just when he was getting to know you…

“Griffon? Who is Griffon?” you questioned him.

“Now see what you’ve done? You ruined it! Accursed demon!”

“Demon? V, tell me who you’re talking to.”

The coil of heat in his belly flickered away, extinguished by Griffon’s untimely words. V growled his frustration and closed his eyes, trying to recapture the images he’d conjured. But it was no use, he couldn’t shake his annoyance. He’d lost the precious moment.

“Hey, stay with me. Come on, V,” you said. A warm hand came to rest on his forearm; a gesture of reassurance.

He instinctually tried to turn his head to meet your eyes and growled a second time as he met resistance. Being restrained was infuriating. To limit his freedom, how dare you! He would destroy you for this, no matter how good you tasted.

“If you can calm down and focus, I can take the head strap off.”

He froze, surprised by the proposition. Perhaps you would prove more entertaining than he expected? He revised his strategy and took a deep breath, exhaling slowly and closing his eyes. He held his body as still as he could, projecting calmness as convincingly as he was able. It did not come easily to him.

Regardless, you swallowed the bait and reached out to loosen the thick band of leather holding his skull in place. He waited until you pulled aside the straps to lie flat on either side of the mattress, then turned his head to face you fully. You smiled kindly.

Those features would look even more lovely if I twisted them in fear.

“So. Do you know where you are?”

V rolled his eyes. Such mundane questions you asked, what did it matter if he knew his whereabouts? But he had to play the game, at least for now.

“Unless the judge changed his mind, I would assume this to be Mundus Psychiatric Hospital,” he replied.

“Yes. You’re currently in the high secure wing, but depending on your progress we may be able to get you to mid secure. I’m in charge of your treatment.”

He smirked. “Then I’ll see you regularly?”

You shifted your weight again, and this time he could see your motions. He licked his lips.

“Every day. Next question – do you remember what happened in the lobby when you arrived?”

The image of the knife flashing, its tip sinking into flesh and drawing blood sent him reeling. Such a beautiful sight, why did the fools have to interrupt him? Such a pity. It was the first chance he’d had in months to create another masterpiece, only to be wrestled into submission against his will and drugged.

They will pay.

---Reader---

It was child’s play to catch the gleam of pleasure in V’s eyes, hear the way his breathing hitched at the reminder. Not only did he remember, he felt no shame or guilt. No, he enjoyed it. You shivered, a surge of adrenaline flooding your system as you eyed this incredibly dangerous man.

“I remember nothing,” he said.

He’s lying. But why?

“What would it take for you to release my legs? They’re growing stiff.”

You tapped your pen against your lips. With this type of patient, it may be wise to let him think he had control of the situation, put him at ease. Overconfident. Then, he might open up and give you the details you needed to treat him properly. It was a risk, it always was. Completely against protocol.

But if it works…

“Answer three questions and I’ll untie one leg. Another three, and I’ll do the other one.”

Even if he lies, it’s still valuable information.

“Deal. What would you like to know, Y/N?”

You almost dropped your pen at the low rumble of your name over his lips. It truly was a waste, to see such an attractive man like this. Tied up. Caged. He could’ve chosen any other path, but here he was. You sighed, trying to focus. What did you want to know?

Let’s start with an easy one.

“What’s your full, legal name? It can’t be just V.”

He chuckled, his mouth stretching over his teeth in amusement. “I truly couldn’t tell you.”

Clever bastard. He knows I’ll have to waste more questions to get the full answer. Is it worth it?

You pursed your lips, thinking. This stage of treatment was critical. It established the parameters for the duration of his time here, whether he would see you as an authority figure deserving his respect and trust, or if you’d be nothing more than a naïve fool in his eyes.

“Okay. Who is Griffon?”

His smile vanished. It seemed like you’d caught him off guard by your easy change of topic, like he’d expected you to pursue his name. You smirked and waited for his answer.

“Griffon is a demonic bird. He speaks to me occasionally.”

Audio hallucinations, got it. This might be the last time he answers, better make it a good one.

“Okay. Why did you kill that family?”

V bared his teeth and growled like an animal. His eyes flashed and for a moment you thought he wouldn’t answer. His hands clenched and he tugged at the restraints, but at last he spoke.

“They were supposed to be my masterpiece. That’s three.”

You shook your head. “And that wasn’t an answer.”

He sighed, grimacing briefly in irritation. When he opened his eyes again, he looked so different it stole your breath. The anger, the playfulness, the energy from before had disappeared. Only mournful resignation remained. You leaned forward, pen poised to write his response.

“I wish I remembered.”

Huh. I think he’s telling the truth.

You sat back, surprised by the honest expression he still wore. It was clear he was intelligent, and liked to play games. When he licked your fingers, you first saw the gleam of humor tinting his green gaze. The memory sent another shiver up your spine and you rubbed your fingers together to remind yourself the wetness was gone. There was no way he knew how sensitive your fingertips were, it had to be a coincidence.

“That’s three,” V reminded you.

Right. Here goes nothing.

You scooted closer and unhooked the cuff from the anchor, letting his leg have full range of motion. He groaned suggestively and stretched, overextending his knee until it popped. Lips pursed again, you retreated to allow him the room to lift his leg high and stretch his thigh muscles.

“Would you be so kind?”

You shook your head. No way in hell were you letting him dictate the situation.

“Not unless you answer an extra question.”

His leg trembled and he clicked his tongue, but nodded.

“Do you ever find it difficult to concentrate?”

His eyes narrowed in suspicion and you internally celebrated. Such an ambiguous question would challenge him to decide if a lie was necessary. He remained silent for a long moment, long enough that he lowered his leg to rest. You knew the second he decided and watched his pupils to see if they dilated.

“Never.”

Lie.

Still, he never agreed to tell the truth, so you stepped closer to lift his leg into an assisted stretch. His eyes rolled back into his head and he whined, making a sound so lewd you dropped his calf in shock. You pursed your lips as he smirked at you tauntingly.

All right, time to teach him a lesson.

You darted forward and clipped his leg back into place, grimly amused at his growl of frustration as you stepped back again and gathered your things.

“I think that’s enough for now. I’m sure we’ll make more progress tomorrow,” you said.

He laughed and winked at your departing from. “I’ll be counting the moments, Y/N…”

---V---

Once you were gone, V set his mind on planning. He had to escape, that much was obvious. If he remained here to languish, his masterpiece would never be completed.

Unacceptable.

He tugged at his restraints with an irritated growl, testing their strength. The leather was durable and thick, but perhaps he could sabotage the buckles? Assuming he had a moment of freedom to do so… He’d need to be fast. A distraction would help, as well, but how?

He lifted his head as high as he could, straining to get a look at the rest of the small room. There wasn’t much to see. He deduced the existence of bars over the small window based on the pattern of shadows across the plain beige walls. As expected, considering his supposed crimes. Besides the cot, his only furniture consisted of a cheap wooden desk and the chair you had used during your visit.

Not much to work with, pal. You’re gonna need help.

“Yes, yes, I know,” he replied aloud, rolling his eyes in derision.

How about that cute doctor? She seemed to like you.

“Possible, though it would take a fair amount of time. I’d have to go slowly…”

He fell silent, recalling how cooperative you’d been earlier. There was definite potential there, but V wasn’t one to leave all his eggs in one basket, so to speak. Other allies must be found.

But how to turn you to his side? How to convince you he could be trusted?

Ugh. I don’t have to exhibit docility, do I?

She wouldn’t believe it after the knife thing.

“A valid point.”

So, he’d have to turn you. V truly believed everyone had the capacity to discover the truth that only he seemed to know. Perhaps you simply needed a guide to show you the way?

He smirked, his eyes glittering in wicked amusement. A rush of blood flooded his cock as he envisioned himself teaching you just how much pressure to use when slicing at flesh, the perfect grip for every blade. He licked his lips as he pictured the look of joy in your eyes at your first stroke, discovering the release for yourself. It would be magnificent, ethereal to taste the blood of your shared victims on your lips. He would fuck you until you couldn’t speak in a pool of crimson, your bodies serving as paintbrushes against the canvas of the floor.

He hissed and tried to arch his hips, but the strap over his waist held tight. His cock strained against the rough white fabric of his pants and he shifted his weight, just enough to get a little friction against the head. Enough to imagine how you’d look, licking a mixture of white and red from his length. You’d be so beautiful with streaks of blood left wherever he touched you. True artistry.

Gods, how he wanted to touch himself. This was such exquisite torture. He wondered if you knew the effect you had on him, if you might even be watching from somewhere as he writhed and moaned, his cock tenting just inches below the accursed strap.

Calm yourself, fool. Do not allow your lust to destroy your plans.

“Fuck off, Vergil!” he snarled to the cold, disembodied voice. The bastard only ever spoke up to insult him.

Or to keep you from self-destructing.

V growled. So many disruptions today! Sometimes being the only one they could talk to was immensely irritating. Once you were able to hear them too, perhaps he’d finally get some peace. For now, there was only one sure-fire way to get Vergil to leave him alone. He smirked and licked his lips.

“Jackpot.”

…fine. Have it your way.

He grinned gleefully, victorious. Yet the interruption had already done its damage; the tent was gone, his cock limp and lifeless once more. He clenched his jaw in frustration.

Soon, I will have satisfaction.

He tugged at the restraints again and sighed. This would become terribly boring without something to occupy his thoughts.

A long roar rattled through his mind. Shadow. She was the most helpful of the bunch, and he smiled at her wise counsel.

“Thank you, as always,” he said. Another, much shorter roar sounded and he focused his mind on the problem at hand.

How to show you his reality, the true reality. It would shock you if he wasn’t careful, to rush the process would spell disaster. Patience was a struggle, but he needed to try. Subtlety had a higher chance at success, and his masterpiece was too important to allow failure.

~~~Next Chapter~~~

#fanfic #v x reader #au #angst #Be My Nightmare #dmc #dmcv #my writing #reader insert #devil may cry #insanity #mental illness

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mittensmorgul · 5 years ago

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8.01, We Need To Talk About Kevin.

and

8.02, What's Up, Tiger Mommy?

Dean's back from his vacation to Purgatory, again completely not processing Cas's decision to stay there. Much the same way Cas had refused to engage with his own guilt in the latter part of s7, Dean is now playing the same game with his own guilt and grief, battling feelings of worthlessness at not having been able to "save" Cas.

And like at the beginning of s7, he's once again lost Cas to Purgatory.

DEAN: Yeah, Cas didn't make it. SAM: What exactly does that mean? DEAN: Something happened to him down there. Things got pretty hairy towards the end, and he... just let go. SAM: So Cas is dead? You saw him die? DEAN: I saw enough. SAM: So, then what, you're not sure? DEAN: [turning back to SAM] I said I saw enough, Sam.

And here we have Dean refusing to face what happened...

Meanwhile we also learn how Sam has effectively been running away from his entire life again.

DEAN: I wasn't dead. [He stands up and walks around SAM.] In fact, I was knee-deep in God's armpit killing monsters, which, I thought, is what we actually do. SAM: Yes, Dean. And far as I knew, what we do is the thing that got every single member of my family killed. I had no one – no one. And for the first time in my life, I was completely alone. And, honestly, I-I didn't exactly have a roadmap. So, yeah, I-I fixed up the Impala, and I just... drove. DEAN: After you looked for me. [SAM says nothing.] Did you look for me, Sam? [SAM looks away.] Good. That's good. Now, we – we... always told each other not to look for each other. That's smart. Good for you. Of course, we always ignored that because of our deep, abiding love for each another, but not this time, right, Sammy? SAM: Look, I'm still the same guy, Dean. DEAN: Well, bully for you. I'm not.

And here we have the upcoming character conflict that will power us through all the rest of s8 (and s9, and s10... and through a good bit of s11) (welcome to Marshmallow Era).

(CROWLEY: Really, Dean, who writes your stuff? A marshmallow?)

DEAN: Nothing. Is that, uh, that how you rationalized taking a year off? People will be okay? SAM: People were okay, Dean. You're okay. DEAN: Wow. SAM: Look, I did what we promised we'd do. I moved on. I lived my life. DEAN: Yeah, no, I'm getting that. SAM: Look, it wasn't like I was... just oblivious. I mean, I read the paper every day. I saw the weird stories… [He sits down on the other bed facing DEAN] …the kind of stuff we used to chase. DEAN: And you said what? "Not my problem"? SAM: Yes. And you know what? The world went on. DEAN: People died, Sam. SAM: People will always die, Dean. Or maybe another hunter took care of it. I don't know, but the point is, for the first time, I realized that it wasn't only up to me to stop it.

Because this is what Sam has always tried to run away from. Only this time, Kevin was the fallout of it. I hate, hate, hate this. But heck, it does provide the drama for a good long time to come... fueling Sam's "penance" and self-sacrifice. Except it's coming from this deeply toxic place that Cas's came from in staying in Purgatory, and that Dean's will come from in taking on the Mark of Cain.

DEAN: Okay, if this kid is right, he's sitting on a bombshell. Hell, he is the bombshell. [SAM looks away.] What? SAM: That. I mean, there's no way that Kevin's getting out of this intact, is there? DEAN: Well, he's doing pretty well for himself so far. SAM: Yeah, he got out. DEAN: And now he's in it... whether he likes it or not. SAM: So...free will, that's only for you?

Aaaaahhahhhahhahahahahahahahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa >.>

Dear Sam: no. Dean's literally never had free will of his own. He literally gave it up the moment John put you in his arms and told him to run outside as fast as he could and not look back. Or... probably longer. Especially considering they're Chuck's favorite characters...

Does Dean like ANY of this? I mean, he's long ago accepted he's good at it. He's long ago accepted he's not really suited to any other sort of life. And he's long ago accepted that he's the kind of person who just can't sit by knowing that the bad stuff is still happening in the world, when there's a chance he might be able to stop it. He knows he can't just... know about it all, and just assume someone else will fix it, that it's not his problem anymore. Meanwhile, Sam believes (and has ALWAYS believed) that he absolutely could...

And all of this interpersonal crap continues into...

8.03, Heartache.

DEAN: All right, man, look, I get it. You took a year off to do yoga and play the lute, whatever, but I'm back. Okay, we're back, which means that we walk and kill monsters at the same time. We'll find Kevin. But in the meantime, do we ignore stuff like this? Or are innocent people supposed to die so that you can shop for produce?

DEAN: I don't know about you, but this last year has given me a new perspective. SAM: I hear you. Believe me. DEAN: I know where I'm at my best, and that is right here, driving down crazy street next to you. SAM: Makes sense. DEAN: Yes, it does. SAM: Or... maybe you don't need me. I mean, maybe you're at your best hacking and slicing your way through all the world's crap alone, not having to explain yourself to anybody. DEAN: Yeah, that makes sense, seeing as I have so many other brothers I can talk to about this stuff. SAM: Look, I'm not saying I'm bailing on you. I'm just saying make room for the possibility that we want different things. I mean, I want my time to count for something. DEAN: So, what we do doesn't count?

WELL THIS IS A MIXED BAG HERE IN CONTEXT, But in the larger context of the ongoing story, and where we know they go over the next 7 years, this... is tentatively a step in the right direction, despite it coming from a really fucked up toxic source here in the context of this episode.

Sam's spot on with the realization that they both might want different things, but right now Dean's just grateful enough to be alive and back in the real world to even think about what he might WANT, other than to return to the relatively normalcy he'd lost while in Purgatory. And for him, that's hunting on the road with Sam. The dude is NOT asking for a lot here, Sam.

Plus, Dean's already tried Sam's way, of living a normal life and pretending nothing bad exists in the world, and he HATED it, couldn't do it, and wouldn't chose that for himself again. He can't even begin to understand how Sam could pretend the vast majority of his life just didn't happen and go play house with someone as if he was a person (and not a hunter, to use Bobby's harsh metaphor from 7.09).

So therein lies their disconnect. And Sam isn't pushing this agenda just because he sees them havving their own lives, their own goals and interests, as a HEALTHY thing. No, Sam's still choosing that as a reaction, as "running away" from his life. They're nowhere CLOSE to figuring out how to balance their individual wants and needs and desires. They're still on the "all in or all out" mindset of extremes. Which drives so much of their interpersonal drama for the next few years...

DEAN: Wow. Back in business. Got the win. Admit it – feels good, huh? You know, I was thinking about what Randa said about, uh, you know, what it feels like to be a warrior. I get it, man, I do. SAM: I know. I know you do. I don't. Not anymore. Hell, maybe I never did. DEAN: Come on, Sam, don't ruin my buzz, would you? SAM: Dean, listen, when this is over – when we close up shop on Kevin and the tablet – I'm done. I mean that. DEAN: No, you don't. SAM: Dean, the year that I took off, I had something I've never had. A normal life. I mean, I got to see what that felt like. I want that. I had that.

This is Dean's idea of "normal." He understands this life. And Sam feels even more like it's something he's been dragged into against his will over and over again.

What he had was an illusion. I mean, it actually all did happen, but he sees it in this weird idealistic way in his memories, with too-bright lighting, the cinematic equivalent of rose colored glasses. Which we get to see from an outsider's perspective in...

8.04, Bitten.

The couple leaves and MICHAEL or BRIAN’s camera zooms in on SAM and DEAN.

SAM: All right. There is not a case here. DEAN: There is a case here. You're rusty. We just got to dig a little deeper. Come on. DEAN walks towards the IMPALA and after a moment SAM follows him. BRIAN: Dude, it's so crazy. MICHAEL: Is it just me or are you getting a workplace-romance vibe from those two?

>.>

I mean, Dean's right, Sam's rusty, but at least a little of it is the same thing he expressed in 8.03. He doesn't want to "waste time" on these minor cases when they still have the True Mission of finding Kevin, translating the demon tablet, and slamming the gates of Hell forever... which... yiiiikes.

Reminder to anyone who hasn't read everything I've ever written about s8 before, but I still see this as the one time the Winchesters ALMOST pulled something just as horrific as Cas letting all the souls out of Purgatory, but slammed on the brakes at the last second and saving things. Unfortunately Cas was manipulated (again!) by Metatron into doing the same thing to Heaven and dumping the angels onto the Earth. I mean... thank heck Dean didn't let Sam go through with THAT particular act of hubris, right? Because they really were in the wrong trying to mess with the natural order that badly in the first place. And honestly, EVERYTHING they did after that point was cleaning up the messes they ALL made here... including the Mark of Cain and the Darkness... they stumbled into those things from a place of guilt over all this other nonsense... and they're just now FINALLY getting back to the root cause of all of it in 14.20...

but back to this episode... or these four episodes I guess...

MICHAEL: The FBI is trying to kill me. KATE: Shut up! Everybody, shut up, okay? First things first, those guys – those guys aren't FBI, all right? I'm pretty sure that FBI agents don't say "awesome" that much. You know? And – and they definitely don't hunt and kill college kids. MICHAEL: Did – did they say anything else? BRIAN: Dude, they just sat and talked about how they have been apart for a year. You were probably right about that whole office-romance thing. MICHAEL: I'm screwed. I'm screwed. BRIAN: Kate, come on. What are we supposed to do? KATE: Okay, you know what? You guys, you're missing the big picture, okay? They – they don't know about you, Michael. They're looking for whoever, whatever bit you in the first place, the pureblood. That... that gives us some time... to figure it out, you know?

Even random strangers pick up on the creepy codependency vibes.

KATE: I didn't finish Brian's movie to justify what happened. To be totally honest, I'm not really even sure if I understand it at all. I just wanted you to know that – that Michael wasn't always a monster. None of us were. I'm leaving. And you'll never hear from me ever again. Look, I know that there's another way. I can eat animal hearts. [A tear rolls down her face.] I've never hurt anyone. Nobody human, anyway. I didn't choose this. Please... please give me a chance.

Which...

SAM: Look, Kate's right. She hasn't hurt anybody – well, anybody human at least. DEAN: Yeah, she didn't – she didn't choose this. Let's give her a shot. SAM: Seriously? DEAN: Yeah, yeah. SAM: And, look, if Kate pops back up, I mean, if she strays, then no questions asked. [He unplugs the hard drive and laptop on the desk and picks them up.] We do what we got to do and, um, we take her down.

Which is a very different result from such past episodes as 7.03 and 7.13. And hey, progress... At this point in the narrative, every little step into the grey area, away from the absolutes that still rule their lives, counts.

#spn 8.01 #spn 8.02 #spn 8.03 #spn 8.04 #s14 hellatus rewatch #it's spirals all the way down #spiders georg of the tnt loop #welcome back to the codependency arc... >.>#winchester family dynamics #sam sympathizes and dean empathizes #sam vs reality #that's what free will is #breaking the codependency #the scheherazade of supernatural

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ms-rampage · 4 years ago

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Eden’s Gate: Left Behind Chapter 18 - Carry On

Warnings: Swearing, Angst, Angels and Demons.

Word count: 3k

Summary: In the penultimate chapter Kate tells all of her friends that she has to leave Hope County due to a family emergency across the country. She has a hard time telling John because of how close they’ve gotten.

Guest OCs: Paige Winchester, Sarah Dunham, Alissa Connors, Layla Michaels, Becky Taylor, Ashley Saunders, Ivan and Isaiah Wren, Ryan Cho, Dylan Paulson and Kevin Baker.

Guest characters: Lilith, Archangel Gabriel, (Supernatural, in a dream), Sam, and Dean Winchester, Castiel [mentioned], Eli Palmer, Wheaty, Mary May, Nick Rye, Grace Armstrong, Pastor Jerome, Raphael, Michael and Lucifer [mentioned].

Note: This chapter is a clusterfuck. SMGDFH.

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Kate and Morgan are on their way to the Wolf’s Den. They’re planning on telling all of their friends, everyone they’ve come to know during their time living in Hope County.

They’re leaving, they don’t know for how long, not sure if they’ll ever come back especially with the Cult running around, and destroying shit.

They make it to the Wolf’s Den, parking the car by the grassy area, and they make their way up the small mountain.

“So what are you gonna tell Wheaty?!” Morgan asks, trying to keep herself from slipping down the grassy hill.

Kate sighs, “I don’t know. Probably “Hey I’m gonna be leaving Hope County, I’m not sure how long I’m gonna be gone, it’s a family emergency and they need me, and Morgan because she’s family as well”. I don’t know something like that, or along the lines”.

“Aww you see me as family?!?” Morgan says in a sarcastic but also heartful kind of way.

Kate rolls her eyes, “Well duh, I’ve known you for over 10 years. We’ve traveled together”.

They go down the stair of the Wolf’s Den, the Whitetails being the first on their list to say their goodbyes even though they still have two months to do so.

They get to the bottom of the steps, and Kate almost walks into Wheaty.

“Hey!!” he says loudly, startled by their unexpected visitors.

“Hey Wheaty” Kate greets him with a smile.

“Morgan, Kate. How are you two doing?” he asks, in an awkward tone.

“We're doing great, but we unfortunately have some bad news” Morgan says, walking past him, and sits down on a chair.

“What’s the bad news?” he asks, looking back and forth at them.

Morgan raises her eyebrows at Kate, telling her to explain to him why they have bad news.

Kate clears her throat, “We uh. Unfortunately, we have to leave Hope County”.

Eli walks in as she says this.

“Leave Hope County?!?!” the bearded man asks loudly.

“Yeah, I got a call from my uncle, and there’s a family emergency, and they need mine, and Morgan’s help” Kate explains to them.

“What kind of emergency?” Eli asks, “If you don’t mind me asking”.

“It’s just my great aunt, she got into some trouble with some sketchy people. She made a few deals, and we have to help her out of it” Kate further explains.

“We’re gonna be leaving in a few months. Because that’s when the “deadline” expires, and we have to help her hold off it” Morgan adds.

They’re both great liars. No one. Not a single soul can know of the evil monsters in this world.

Vampires, Demons, Werewolves, Ghosts, Ghouls. That shit will only freak people out, and only a small handful of people can know, and hunt these monsters.

The people in Hope County will never know, or understand what Kate and Morgan do for a living.

What their families have been doing for generations. Saving people, hunting things, the family business.

It was a close one with John getting possessed, Kate was glad Castiel worked his angel magic, and wiped his memory of the whole thing.

One of the perks on being besties with an Angel of the Lord.

Kate clears her throat again, “November 2nd. That’s when we’re leaving for Jackson, then we’re going to Pennsylvania because that’s where she lives”.

Eli, and Wheaty look back and forth at the two huntresses.

“As much as we don’t want to leave, especially with the Cult terrorizing everyone” Morgan says.

“A lot of shit going on” Kate adds.

They stayed at the Wolf’s Den for another half an hour, and they moved on to all their other friends.

Luckily Nick Rye, Grace, Pastor Jerome and Mary May were all at the Spread Eagle.

You can cut the tension with a knife, after what happened several months early with the whole atonement bullshit, and Saleos.

Mary pretty much glared at Kate the whole time, Nick and Grace didn’t even look back to look at her, and Pastor Jerome just looked like he didn’t want to talk about what happened that day.

“Hey” Kate says, greeting the Holland Valley business owners, and residents.

“Hey” Mary says with a hint of anger in her voice.

Morgan takes the lead with this since none of them want to hear Kate out on this.

“Listen” she starts off, “Kate and I are leaving Hope County in a few months. Family emergency, we’re telling you guys because we don’t want you guys to think we just, up and left Montana out of selfishness”.

As Mary cleans glasses, “So after everything that has happened. You’re just gonna leave like the fucking Cult is gonna let you?!”.

Morgan and Kate both look at each other, then back at Mary.

“Oh wait. That’s right you can because you’re fucking dating John Seed” she yells angrily towards Kate.

Kate snaps back, “Okay first of all I didn’t even fucking know he was involved with that shit!!”.

“Bullshit!!!” Mary snaps, almost breaking a glass “You seriously didn’t even know about the Cult, or the atonements?. Or any of that shit?”.

“What John did to me was un-fucking-forgiveable” Nick says, “I’m surpised you defended him, and was still dating him after all that. Hell I don’t know why you even got with him in the first place”.

Nick doesn’t even look back at them when he says this, not even turning his head in the slightest.

“I broke things off with John shortly after that. I never spoke to him after all of that” she defends herself but it wasn’t good enough.

“That still doesn’t make things any better Kate!!” Mary adds, “I don’t know if you’re blind, or just stupid for defending that man. After what him and his family have done to all of us, and you still justify his actions”.

“I’m starting to think you two leaving is for your own selfishness” Grace says, not looking back at them.

Pastor Jerome turns to them, and says “Some of us can forgive you, but we won’t forget. We won’t forget the pain the Seeds have done to us all. The wrath, pain and sorrow they put on all of us will be justified”.

Kate and Morgan turn around, and are about to leave the bar. Kate’s surprised Jeorme didn’t bring up her citing an exorcism during her atonement.

Mary mutters as she’s cleaning glasses, “I thought you would be like your mother when I first met her. But turns out you're both the same”.

Kate stops, and turns to her, “What did you say?!?. My mother?!?”.

She walks up to the counter, “What do you mean “I would be like my mother?”.”

“Mandy, or should I say Mother Amanda. She was a part of the Cult, she was The Mother, Joseph picked her. They were the Mother and Father of Eden’s Gate” Mary says, “That was 6-7 years ago”.

“Bullshit!!” Kate yells, Morgan tries to hold her back, “My mother would never be a part of a fucking Cult. Be a goddamn peggie?!. Fuck no!!”.

Mary scoffs, “She betrayed us, she betrayed the Cult, and look what happened to her. Joseph had some of his followers kill her”.

Kate's voice starts to tremble, and takes a deep breath “Lies. all fucking lies!!!. She wouldn’t let a bunch of inbred hillbilly motherfuckers kill her”.

Morgan practically drags Kate out of the bar, and back to their car.

“Kate, you have to calm down!!!” Morgan tells her.

Pacing, aggressively scratching her head, “That’s all bullshit. My mom would never join the fucking Cult. I know she’s not dead, I know it. My uncle Brent said he needed her help as well with the whole thing with Aunt Flora”.

“Okay. Kate you need to relax. Let’s go home, and you can sleep for a bit. Then we can tell the others later”.

Morgan puts Kate in the passenger side, and drives them home.

Kate goes into her room, and tries to sleep for a bit.

1:30 in the afternoon, and she still has a lot more people to tell about her departure in a few months.

Tossing and turning in her midday nap. She had a very eerie about an old enemy demon that at one time needed to harvest her soul because she was, or she still is the true vessel to this particular demon.

Lilith the first demon to be created by Lucifer himself.

That bitch demon that her cousin Sam had killed several years earlier, she was resurrected by Crowley, or Alister, or Asmodeus one of them demon fuckers brought her back, along with Abaddon.

-The dream-

Unable to sleep even her own dream, or should I say nightmare, Kate has a hard time sleeping.

“Hello Katella” a female voice says.

Kate wakes up, sitting up in her bed, and sees Lilith.

“What do you want?!?” she asks, angrily. Narrowing her eyes at the demon.

“You already know what I want” she says, walking towards her, and sitting at the edge of her bed.

“And you already know the answer” she replies, “It will always be no”.

“I will get you to say yes” she replies in a threatening tone.

Kate scoffs, rolling her eyes “I won’t let you harvest my soul, my body. I won’t let you. No matter what you do”.

Lilith stands up, walking in front of the bed, and says.

“I know how much you love your sister. Paige. Her and Abaddon are basically counterparts, just like how Sam and Lucifer, Dean and Michael. You and I”.

Kate stands up from her bed, “Paige will never let Abaddon harvest her soul, and I won’t let you. The whole thing with Sam, Dean, Lucifer and Michael was a different story”.

Lilith’s eyes turn white, “I will harvest your soul. No matter what. You’re my other half, my true vessel.”

“You need my consent to harvest my soul. You can stay in that meatsuit of yours”.

Lilith scoffs, walking towards her “I don’t need your consent. I can just harvest your soul. Just like any other demon”.

“Not while I’m around” a male voice says, “Stay away from my human”.

Lilith stops, and turns around. Sees Archangel Gabriel.

She groans in annoyance, rolling her eyes “Of course. One of Heaven’s feathery boys”.

Even though this is all a dream, Kate is relieved that her Trickster Archangel best friend is here.

He narrows his eyes at the demon, “As Kate’s guardian Angel. I won’t let you anywhere near her pure, good soul”.

Lilith laughs softly, “And what are you gonna do about it?!?. By the way how was being tortured by Asmodeus?”.

She smirks, and that was a huge mistake the first demon ever to be created has ever said.

“He fed off of my grace for years!!” he yells, his eyes turning purplish white.

He banishes Lilith away with a bright light. Kate covers her eyes from the blinding light of the Archangel.

Turning back to face the Archangel, he stares at her with those whiskey color eyes.

They stare at each other, “Gabriel?” she whispers.

He slowly approaches her, placing his hand on her cheek. Kate practically melts to his touch.

Sighing softly, closing her eyes. The heat radiating off this angel is very comforting.

Gabriel slowly pulls her closer to him, and-

-end of dream-

Kate wakes up from her very good dream, she’s been having it for a couple weeks now.

It always ends the same way. Gabriel banishing Lilith to Hell probably, caresses her cheek, and pulls her in closer to him.

Probably to kiss her, because Gabe is her guardian Angel, Michael being Paige’s and her mothers is unknown probably Raphael.

That dream is probably telling her something, a sign or some kind of foreshadowing.

Later that day, her and Morgan leave to hang out with their group of friends. 3:30pm.

They all go to the campsite they went to several months earlier when Kate first met Wheaty.

“You guys are leaving?!?” Sarah asks.

Kate and Morgan nod their heads, “Yeah, we are”.

“How are you guys gonna get out?!” Ivan asks.

“We’re not sure yet” Morgan answers.

“We’re driving out. Obviously” Kate says.

They all sit around an unlit bonfire, chatting. Going over their two friends that are leaving. As they're talking, a Cult truck stops near their campsite.

4 peggies come out, all male, rifles in hands. They approach the group of young adults.

“Kate Winchester!!” one of them calls out.

The group of friends turn to Kate, except Morgan her eyes are locked on the 4 peggies.

“What do you want?!?” she asks.

“John wants you to go by the church. Now” another peggie answers.

Kate and Morgan turn to each other.

She gets up, and they guide her to their truck, climbing into the backseat, and they drive out of the Whitetails, and back to Holland Valley.

Dropping her off in front of Falls End church.

Unsure what John wants, or what he wants to talk about.

She walks inside, and sees John with his back to her, standing in front of the panel.

Having flashbacks to 5 in half months ago, when all that shit happened.

“Hey John” she says, her voice echoing.

He turns around, a huge smile on his face.

“Hello Katie” he says, with enthusiasm, and excitement in his voice.

She walks towards him, swinging her hands at her sides, clapping them.

“Soo” she says, “Why did you call me here?”.

He sighs loudly, echoing throughout the church.

“It’s a surprise” he says with a hint of malice in his voice.

Kate raises her eyebrows at him, “Really?. Am I gonna like it?!?”.

John chuckles at her cuteness, the innocence in her voice. How cute, naive and innocent she sounds.

“You’re gonna love it” he says with emphasis on the word love.

“Well I look forward to seeing it” she replies, stepping closer to him.

He stares at her with a smirk, “Well to give you a few hints, it might ring a bell, and it’s gonna be very engaging”.

Kate awkwardly chuckles at him, and John notices something is off about her.

“Darlin’. What’s wrong?” he asks, moving her hair away from her face.

Stammering over her words, trying to hold back tears.

“Its-It’s nothing” she lies, John catches on.

“Don’t lie to me sweetheart. What’s wrong?” he places his hand on the back of her head.

She looks down at the ground, and before she could tell him. Her phone rings, she pulls it out, and sees her sister's name.

Her eyes widened at her phone screen, she looks up at John.

“I’m sorry I really need to take this” she tells him. He nods his head.

She steps away, standing near the front door of the Falls End church, and answers her phone.

“Hey!” she says into her phone.

Paige on the other end, sounding like she just woke up.

“You called, and gave me a very lecural voicemail” she says in a groggily voice, “What’s so important?”.

“Uncle Brent called me. Him, aunt Laura, our cousins, and Barbara need our help” she explains to her older sister.

“For what?!” she asks, voice still groggily.

“Our great aunt Flora made a deal with a demon, and she needs our help” she whispers, so that John can’t hear her.

“Okay. So we head back to Jackson, and leave when?” she asks.

“November 2nd. That’s when we leave to Philly” she whispers to her.

Paige sighs, “Okay. I’ll call Brent, and get more details. But we’re gonna talk out our issues, and you’re gonna have to leave school”.

“Well I graduated, and have my Master of Science degree in Psychology” she tells her, “So me leaving school won’t be necessary”.

They hang up, and Kate turns back to John who is leaning against the panel. His head tilted to the side. Smirk on his face.

“Sorry that was my sister” she tells him.

He can still see the sadness, and worried in her eyes.

“Katie, darlin’. Answer my questions, what’s wrong?.

She sighs, looking down at the floor, “I have to leave Hope County”.

The expression on his face changes from happy to sadness mixed with anger.

“No. No you can’t leave me” he tells her, his voice getting upset, “Why are you leaving me?!?”.

“I don’t want to. My family needs me” she further explains to him, “They need my help. A family member is in deep trouble with some sketchy people”.

John shakes his head, tears starting to form in his eyes, “You can’t leave. I love you, I need you” his voice going hoarse.

“You mean a lot to me. You changed me Kate. I love you, I need you here with me”.

Kate starts to cry, her eyes going red. “I love you too. I can’t leave my family hanging. I’ll come back when we return from Pennsylvania. I have never loved, or cared for anyone before. You’re my first real boyfriend, you took my virginity. Everything we’ve done and been through was all real”.

John tries to smile through his tears. He loves Kate, he really does love her.

He never wanted her to go through any pain. He wants her to stay in Hope County with him.

But he knows how family oriented she is, and that’s why he loves her. He wants to have a family with her. Grow old together in the ranch house, or maybe move to the West Coast, and start their family.

The possibilities are endless for them, but he unfortunately has to accept that she has to leave in a few months, and he wants to spend every moment with her.

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bleedinghearthalstead · 5 years ago

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SWAT!Jay / Upstead AU

A/N: Part 3! Crossposted on AO3. Takes place right after Trudy Got a Gun, but is mostly unrelated plotwise. Enjoy!

Five blocks from their house, Hailey's phone vibrates in her pocket. When she pulls out the phone and sees the caller ID, she can't help but sigh – it's Hank.

"Upton," she answers. Jay watches her out of the corner of his eye as she hums and nods to what is being relayed to her until she hangs up the phone with, "I'll be right there." So much for a free afternoon with his wife.

Five blocks from their house, Hailey's phone vibrates in her pocket. When she pulls out the phone and sees the caller ID, she can't help but sigh – it's Hank.

"Where are we going?" Jay asks, already checking for places where he could potentially u-turn.

"Jay, you don't have to drive me there-"

"It'll be quicker," he cuts her off, "just tell me the address." And Hailey knows not to argue because she knows that look on his face that reads 'mission mode', so she just tells him the address and they're on their way.

When they pull up at the crime scene, Hank's car is already there and Hailey wonders how he beat them here, since they were only ten minutes away and Hank was still at the district when Hailey left. She doesn't say anything when Jay parks and also gets out of the car. Hailey's already got her badge clipped on her belt and Jay slips the chain with his badge around his neck. The patrol officer standing guard at the red police tape is giving Jay a weird look, but the officer doesn't stop them when Jay holds up the tape so he and Hailey can duck under it. Jay momentarily thinks about changing, he might have another shirt in the trunk, but actually no, who cares.

They find Hailey's sergeant at the loading dock of what appears to be a logistics center, semi-trailers parked in front of the gates. Hank and the medical examiner are standing over a body, a man in his late forties with a single bullet hole that sits neatly in the middle of his forehead. A clean kill. Not that much to do here for the ME.

"Hey, Sarge." Hailey stops next to Hank, peering down at the victim. Jay is looking around the crime scene behind them, studying the blood splatter on the ground behind the man. "Listen, I was on my way home, so my-"

Before she can finish her sentence, Hank turns to Jay and sticks out his hand. "Halstead, didn't know we needed SWAT support today." They shake hands.

"Voight," Jay returns, "yeah, unless you're cool with instigating a sniper standoff, I'm kinda looking forward to my afternoon off." Hank raises an eyebrow at him in question. "Distance, wind conditions, narrow angle between the trucks… this wasn't an easy shot."

"What makes you think this was a sniper?" Hank asks, intrigued.

"Well, I don't know if you've talked to any witnesses yet, so I don't know if anyone saw a shooter, but with that blood spatter, this definitely was a high-powered rifle." Jay tilts his head, examining the blood spatter closer, then turns around, scanning the horizon. Obviously looking for something, he moves to stand right behind where their victim must have stood, mindful not to step on the blood. He points at a building in the distance. "Angle suggests…" He squints, shielding his eyes from the afternoon sun with this hand. "That mid-rise structure about a klick south. Looks like a parking garage, but I can't say for sure."

Hank grunts at him in agreement, then turns to his detective. "Hailey, you wanna go confirm your husband's theory?"

And of course Hank knows, Hailey thinks. She has been quietly watching the exchange between the two men, but when Hank calls her name, she perks up. "You sure that's alright, Sarge?"

"Take some uniforms with you, canvass the area." That's all the confirmation she gets.

They get back into Jay's car and he drives them in the direction of the building that he spotted earlier, a couple of patrol cars trailing them. While he is driving, Jay keeps leaning forward over the steering wheel, trying to glimpse the building he saw from the crime scene.

"Sooo…" Hailey starts, "Hank knows."

"Didn't think he cared." Jay shrugs, still looking around. "And it's in your personnel file, so I'm pretty sure he's always known."

"Yeah, you're probably right… it's just weird that the whole team knows now. Trudy knows! And why am I not surprised that Hank already knew, but never thought to mention it to me?" Hailey frowns. "I've been in this unit for two years now and I'm not close enough to anyone that they know I'm married."

Jay raises an eyebrow at her. "Babe, you can be incredibly aloof about your personal life."

Hailey pouts. "Are you saying I'm an antisocial freak?"

"More like international woman of mystery."

"Good, my plan is working." They both glance at each other and grin.

They keep driving in silence, until Jay asks, "But you trust them, don't you?"

"Yeah, I do. They're all good police."

"And good people too?"

"Sure," Hailey answers after a moment's hesitation. And she does mean it. They all have their issues, but what makes the unit work is that they all have each other's backs, no matter what.

"Then why don't you let them in a little?" Jay suggests. And truthfully, Hailey doesn't know how to answer that.

After some twists and turns, but not more than five minutes later, they arrive at what Jay has rightly identified as a parking garage. Hailey has one patrol car wait on the ground floor, telling them to find the manager in case they need to look at the security camera footage. The other cruiser follows them as they drive up to the top floor.

Jay parks and gets out, walking around to the trunk of his jeep. Rummaging around in a box, he pulls out a spotting scope. He quickly orients himself and goes to the north side of the garage, looking for an open space. A few cars over, there is a free parking spot. He walks right up to the edge, which is a half-height concrete wall, and peers through the scope. "Looks good." He hands the scope to Hailey, who, at Jay's direction, finds the logistics center they were at earlier, although their crime scene is hidden between two big trucks. "It's not the exact angle from here, but it's pretty damn close."

Still looking through the scope, she can see the crime lab techs still cataloguing the scene, but sees that Hank's car is already gone. Jay takes the scope back from her and determinedly walks to the northeast corner of the structure. He stops right at the corner of the building and looks through the scope again, then nods. "Got it." He turns to Hailey. "Roll a crime lab to our location."

Hailey nods in confirmation and relays the info through her radio. As she watches him examine the scene and then tell the two patrol officers to cordon off the scene, she thinks about how in another life Jay could've been a great detective.

* * * * *

When Jay drives her back to the district and again doesn't just drop her off, but parks and gets out with her, Hailey almost stops him. It was one thing for him to come with her at the crime scene since he was already there and she thinks that he wanted to back her up just in case, but to join the briefing? She isn't sure how that's going to go down with the team.

He is a few paces ahead when he notices that Hailey is still standing next to the car. Jay thinks he's gotten pretty good at reading his wife's mind and backtracks. "Is it okay with you if I join the briefing?"

She thinks about it for just a second, then nods her head 'yes'. It was Jay who figured out that it was a sniper and it was also him who found the point of origin within minutes. If not for her husband, they would have had to wait for hours until the crime techs processed the scene and then it would have taken even longer to find the parking garage.

Entering the district, Trudy just nods at them and Hailey uses the hand scanner and pass code to buzz them up to Intelligence. Upstairs, the team is already putting up info on the white board, Kevin sticking a picture of their victim onto the board and Kim writing down his stats.

"So what do we have on the victim so far?" Hailey skips the greeting and gets straight to business. When the others notice that she has a tag-along, they all perk up, first and foremost Kevin, who comes over to give Jay a bear hug.

Jay laughs. "Hey, buddy."

"'Sup, man? How you doing?" Kevin pulls back and they do a special handshake. Hailey can only wonder when they had the chance to learn that? She didn't see them do that at the bar.

Adam also joins the group. "Nice catch, man."

"Ah, it's nothing." Jay brushes off. "Total team effort."

Hailey marvels at how easy it is for Jay to fit into the group, almost a little envious that Jay has been able to build a comfortable rapport with her team mates on one single night out drinking, while it has taken her two years of working with them to achieve that sort of comfort level. He can be a charming bastard when he wants to.

Hank comes out of his office and breaks up the chitchat. He acknowledges Jay with a nod, then turns to his unit. "We got a dead body, what do we have?"

Their victim is Frank Moretti, the logistics coordinator at the center where he was found murdered. No priors, no obvious gang or organized crime connections, he seems like an odd assassination target. The team is going through the crime lab and medical examiner's reports, collecting their findings on the board. Jay's sniper theory is proven right, the recovered bullet's caliber suggesting a long range rifle. Unfortunately for them, the round is a .300 Winchester Magnum, which is popular in game hunting as well as military and police use.

Jay nods, "Popular is an understatement. Hell, even I use them."

When they get around to talking about the shooter's location, Hailey summarizes the report. "No conclusive evidence found at the parking garage, no notches or indentations from the rifle, no bullet casings, although we assume it was a single shot, no nothing."

Kim adds, "We're still going through the security camera footage, but no luck yet."

"I still think this was a professional hit," Jay interjects. "It's just too clean. If it was me, I would've done it from the cover of a van. Set up, open up the door, hit the target and drive off. If you know your target's schedule, that would've taken a few minutes tops." The others look at him with various degrees of alarm, Hailey included, but Jay just shrugs. "Just saying that you should be looking for a van arriving and leaving the garage within an hour of time of death."

"Alright, you heard the expert, let's get to work," Hank orders. "Upton, Ruzek, you go check out Moretti's home. Burgess, Atwater, you check out the footage and his financials. See what we can find."

The sergeant then turns to Jay and shakes his hand. "I guess I did need SWAT support today." Then Hank adds, "Don't tell your commanding officer."

Jay grins. He didn't have an afternoon off, but he was able to help with their case and he did get to spend some quality time with his wife. "Anytime, Sarge."

#upstead #jay halstead #hailey upton #chicago pd #swat!jay au #case fic is HARD #more fluff/humor next time #bhhfic

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comickergirl · 6 years ago

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I’ve got a pretty big soft spot for Kara’s Daring New Adventures costume, with the shorts and choker. What do you think about that one? And what are your ranking of Supergirl costumes?

I am a HUGE FAN of Kara’s look in Daring New Adventures. Definitely one of my favorite costumes.

I’ve got a few posts about various Supergirl costumes, but I don’t think I’ve ever actually ranked them! So I’ll give it a shot. XD

Okay, so here it is: Supergirl Costumes, RANKED, from the Least Favorite to HECK YEAH!*

*DISCLAIMERS BEFORE WE BEGIN: Obviously this stuff is subjective, so my list is probably going to be different that other folks’ lists, and so on and so forth. Personally, I value simple, effective designs that are both functional and…oh, what’s a good word. They’re superhero costumes. Like, sure, you could probably get the same stuff done in a Kevlar vest and cargo pants, but there isn’t really a ton of flair to be had when you go the practical route

And bonus points if the costume reflects the character’s personality/disposition, and has a story reason for existing.

Also I don’t think I’ve got EVERY DESIGN, EVER, for any and all Karas in the multiverse, because this post is ALREADY crazy long; we need not make it longer. XD

OKAY, so now that that’s done, LET’S GO:

25. Brainwashed Apokolips Supergirl

Proof that ‘adding pants’ won’t always solve your costume problems.

24. Dark Supergirl

So, here’s the thing: I love the black and silver Superman costume. LOVE. IT. So it should follow that I love the Supergirl variation, right? …Well. Sometimes, a design that would otherwise be ‘just fine’ is pushed into ‘oh God, please no,’ by 1.) a terrible story surrounding said design and 2.) really weird, sexualized artwork. Such is the case with our dear friend Dark Supergirl. Which is why it sits so low on the list. (And for those curious, yes, the blue equivalent also sits down here as well, because there’s just. A lot about this era that leaves a bad taste in my mouth.)

23. Flamebird

Another design brought low by being wrapped up with a terrible story. (I think I dislike the Kandor plot more than the Dark Supergirl plot, actually.) This feels over-designed and like it’s trying way too hard to be edgy. Less ‘edgy’ than Apokolips Girl up there, but. Close.

22. New 52

This isn’t awful in theory but that red…er…plate? kinda ruins the whole thing. Some artists did their best to make the plate look more like the equivalent of Clark’s trunks, but at it’s worst it’s just an awkward patch that looks even more awkward from a variety of angles. (And it’s BRIGHT RED so it distracts you from the other, more effective areas of the design. NOT GREAT, BOB. NOT GREAT.)

21. Bombshells

Look this one is absolutely a personal taste thing, I’ve just never been into the pin-up aesthetic.

20. Superman: The Animated Series

I dunno, this design just never really worked for me. It’s not bad–in fact, it’s really simple and clean, but. *shrugs* Maybe it’s just too much a departure from what I generally associate with the Superman ‘family’ of costumes. Also, the gloves always make me think of like. Loony Tunes and Mickey Mouse. (But I love the boots, guys. Those are great.) (I didn’t include her later JLU costume on this list, but know that I like it a lot.)

19. Justice League 3001

Not a huge fan of the color blocking for this look. The crest is cool, but. The shapes don’t really mesh well, IMO.

18. 70s Hot pants

I like 50% of this costume! As we will see shortly! But that remaining 50% really kills it, man. The way the shorts/hot pants are drawn, they just end up looking like really uncomfortable underwear.

17. Cyborg Supergirl

I’m just not a mech/tech armor person. Lot of plating and circuitry…kinda starts to look too busy and you lose the cooler design elements. (But there’s a story reason for it! So it does get some points in that regard!)

16. Red Lantern

Weird color blocking/shape language strikes again! Not a fan of the knees and torso. (But! It ranks way higher than the new 52 because it makes the plate into an actual full piece of clothing. Improvement!) Mask is really cool. And the sleeves.

15. Elseworld’s Finest

Honestly it’s not a bad design. Pretty simple and slick. Mostly, it’s just kinda plain. I like the way the cape attaches to the main portion, and the boots!

14. Crucible Academy

A bit more streamlined that the Cyborg look. Not at all a bad design. But again. Just not into the mech armor take.

13. DC Superhero Girls

I actually really like this? I mean, she’s adorable? But I don’t quite understand the shirt. Is it a polo? Sweater vest? A sweater vest on TOP of a polo? IDK, it’s a mystery.

12. Gotham City Garage

Belly shirt feels a little dated, but otherwise, I dig it.

11. 1984 Movie Costume

HONESTLY, FRIENDS. ALL THINGS CONSIDERED…IT’S A SMALL MIRACLE THAT THIS COSTUME LOOKS AS GOOD AS IT DOES. We’re starting to move towards my personal favorite look for Supergirl–it’s got all the right elements! But the belt’s not great, and the material–I mean it works but it’s a costume from a movie that’s three decades old. So it’s a touch dated.

10. Headband

So we’re at the point where a lot of these designs are gonna start to look similar so really I can only rank them based on nitpicky things. XD Like, I don’t love when the skirt comes to a point like that, and the way the pleating is drawn makes the skirt sort of…hang weird. (Yes I realize it’s ridiculous to talk about gravity affecting fabric in a DRAWING where neither of those things actually exist but here we are.) Overall though? The crest is nice and bold, the shape is cool, it works well with the rest of the outfit, and they are just LEANING INTO THAT HEADBAND. YOU GO, KARA. (Also heeeeeey STORY REASON FOR HEADBAND so you know what that means. BONUS POINTS.)

9. Matrix

Improves on the areas that I don’t personally dig on the Headband costume–belts and boots are GREAT. Skirt still comes to a point though. :/

8. Linda Danvers

This is why I can’t really take that Flamebird design seriously. You want your Supergirl to look edgy? DOESN’T GET EDGIER THAN FIRE WINGS, BRO.

7. Injustice 2

It’s a video game, so you’ve got SEAMS and WEIRD RANDOM DETAILS and SUPERFLUOUS DESIGN NONSENSE (see: the costume options for the metal thigh bands) but GIVEN that it’s a video game, this coulda gone so bad, bro. So credit where credit is due. XD Don’t like the gloves and bare arms, though.

6. Jamal Igle Update

They took a costume that was…causing problems, and they made it work. Really, really well.

5. Smallville Season 11

Okay, when they advertised this comic, and Kara’s costume, I was not into it. And then I read it, and LO AND BEHOLD, IT’S G8. The color blocking is KINDA CRAZY but remarkably, when you start drawing it in action? It just. It looks good.

4. Rebirth

IT’S JUST SO CLASSIC. (So why is it not in the top three? Because of that infernal skirt point, I tell ya.)

3. Silver Age

I mean they basically NAILED IT right out the GATE man. NOICE.

2. Daring New Adventures

The 80s fix the 50% I didn’t like in 70s look–there’s just something about adding those boots…I dunno man, it just MAKES IT WORK MUCH BETTER. I love this look. I love this era in the comics. I love Carmine Infantino’s art. LOTTA LOVE, IN THIS NUMBER 2 SPOT.

SO WHAT’S NUMBER ONE?

Oh come on, like you guys didn’t know. XD

1. TV Show Costume

Listen. Listen. A real human being puts this suit on–a human being subject to gravity and weather and REAL WORLD** SCENARIOS–and it’s not a train wreck. The silhouette is nice! The material is convincingly durable! There are little design elements that don’t overwhelm the overall look! The CAPE HANGS WELL AND LOOKS SO GOOD, GUYS. SO GOOD. The skirt does not come to that awkward point and the minimal pleating is well hidden by that front portion. The tights and boots help with the whole ‘flying around in a skirt’ thing by covering her legs completely, and the shirt is actually a leotard, so it’s comparable to stuff that dancers wear.

LOOKS GOOD.

WORKS WELL.

ALIGNS NICELY WITH KARA’S CHARACTER AND PERSONALITY.

SCREAMS: SUPER! AT THE TOP OF ITS PRIMARY COLORED LUNGS.

LETS FOLKS KNOW THAT YOU CAN ABSOLUTELY KICK BUTT AND TAKE NAMES IN A SKIRT.

So yes. It wins. Forever and always.

Honorable Mentions: Every single one of Kevin Wada and Cory J. Walker’s Supergirl designs.

#secretlyasummers #comicker replies #supergirl #costumes #comics talk #long post

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shirtlesssammy · 6 years ago

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8x07: A Little Slice of Kevin

You’re not misreading this. We’re recapping a Buckleming episode by choice! Is it a hot mess? Yep. But does it also have literal pining!Dean, gothic romance stormy night window visions, boner scenes, roadside confessions, and badass Cas? Yep, yep, yep, yep, yep.

Then:

Where’s the angel? Also, Mrs. Tran is a bit of a badass.

Now:

At a playground (!), a small boy makes a mess with paints so his teacher takes him to the bathroom to clean up. Her eyes flash black for a moment before the two disappear inside (literally). A windstorm suddenly blasts its way through the park revealing the now empty bathroom.

Meanwhile, Dean is cruising around in Baby in a pine forest (while listening to The Animals’ “We Gotta Get Out of This Place”. LOVE.) He sees a dirty, bedraggled Cas walking on the side of the road and slams on the breaks. Backtracking, he sees nothing.

Well, nothing but a literal sign indicating there’s multiple pining situations happening. Dean then gets. out. of. the. car. to stare forlornly at his surroundings.

Later, at the cabin, Sam finds a case --the missing boy/tornado from the cold open. He notices similar happenings all over the world. They guess demons but have no clue how any of it connects.

Crowley is peak evil demon while he tortures poor Samandriel out of names. It also seems that Sam and Dean were right about the missing people. Crowley has collected them all in his dystopian sci-fi factory.

Kevin and Mrs. Tran are on the run, and she has 1000% embraced the mother of a prophet gig. She’s making holy water traps, hex bags, salt barriers, and has even hired a witch to make demon bombs. (Sidenote: This scene is the only time I hear Amy Wong on this show.) They check in with Delta Mendota via Skype. *insert gross Buckleming innuendos* She’s ready to help and is in no way, shape, or form going to backstab these two.

The brothers interview the teacher of the little boy who disappeared.

Later that night, while Sam sleeps and Dean googles “how to save an angel from Purgatory”, lightning flashes and Cas suddenly appears outside the window. He’s gone just as soon as he appears. Dean rushes to the window and stares at the rain in disbelief.

Sam awakens and wonders what Dean is doing. Dean confesses to seeing Cas outside, and earlier on the side of the road.

Dean then starts to replay his time with Cas in purgatory, wondering why Cas didn’t try harder (while beating himself up for the same reason.) Before finding the portal, Cas pulls Dean aside and thanks him, “for everything.”

For Science:

(Like, ouch. It’s little moments like this that make me really feel the profound effect Dean has had on Cas. This human, of all humans over the course of Earth’s existence, made such a lasting change in this angel.) Dean “Save the Hallmark” Winchester refuses to even humor the idea of Cas not making it through the portal.

Crowley is having second thoughts about abducting all these people, who believe they were abducted by aliens.

He tries getting them to read the demon tablet, but they are hopeless.

Meanwhile, Delta arrives at the Tran hideout with the demon bomb materials. *insert more gross Buckleming innuendos*

The next morning, Sam is discovering more missing people, while Dean hangs out in that liminal world between worlds where Cas and him meet so often, the bathroom (Lol, I typed that thinking it was going to be a poetic line, but that just sounds dirty.)

“Hello, Dean.”

Cas appears, for real this time. I’m not sure Dean’s eyes could pop out any further from his head.

Cut to Sam being all chatty and questioning about Cas’s return from Purgatory, while Dean continues to stand and stare in utter disbelief. Cas has been trying to reach out but hasn’t been at full power (Ahem, at this moment I would like to point out that the brothers still have the Enochian warding on their ribs and shouldn’t be detectable by angels. How strange that Cas can still find Dean though.) Cas has no explanation as to how he got out. Dean flashes back to their final moments in purgatory.

I love this exchange:

Benny: Aren't you guys all about faith? Castiel: Not particularly

Benny’s soul gets sucked into Dean’s arm via a spell, and Dean and Cas head for the portal. They find the portal at last, led to it by the delicate dance of a leaf. I love this! It's so pretty.

Leviathan arrive.

In the present time, Dean and Sam discuss the improbability of Cas being back with them, while Cas cleans up in the bathroom.

A story told in two gifs:

I mean, what the actual fuck, show?

Meanwhile Linda Tran continues to be my favorite, chewing out the witch Delta for trying to change their deal. Suddenly Kevin comes running in. The salt line's been brushed away from the bathroom windowsill! Enter Crowley and a demon lackey, who were let in by Delta. Crowley zaps away with Kevin and orders the other demon to kill Linda. But Linda is ready!

Sam and Dean are busy tracking more demon omens. Sam lists out the names of the missing people and Castiel recites along and then completes it (as he watches TV). Damn it, Cas, stop being adorable. STAHP.

Turns out, those are names of the prophets and they're written on the subway wall in Castiel's mind. Just like slayers, there's only one active prophet and the rest are potential prophets, who get activated when a prophet dies. There's a brief mention here of Chuck. The idea is set forth that Chuck died, thereby activating Kevin. (Chuck you got some 'splaining to do!) Their prophet talk is interrupted by a call from Linda Tran, asking for help.

In Crowley's latest dank industrial hideout, he swans around the table of prophets and bullies Kevin. If the other potential prophets can't do anything to interpret the tablet, they can at least die for it. Crowley brutally kills one of the women when Kevin refuses to translate the tablet, dousing Kevin with blood.

Elsewhere, Dean, Sam, and Castiel wait on a lonely highway for Linda to show up. With nothing more exciting to do, Dean flashes back to Purgatory again. They're fighting the leviathans and it's sharp and brutal and hard. Just barely, they manage to defeat them. Dean steps into the portal and reaches for Cas. They grasp hands, Dean trying to pull Castiel along with him, but the pull of the portal is too strong. Castiel slips from Dean's grasp as Dean zaps away from Purgatory. Dean jolts back to the present and asks Cas to step out of the car to talk. Dean shouts at Cas that he did all he could to get him out. He didn't leave Cas. HE DIDN'T, DAMN IT! Cas squints at him. “So you think this was...your fault?” (Me: Oh my lord these two are bad at words.)

Their confrontation is interrupted by the arrival of Linda who shows them the demon she has in her trunk. It's demon interrogation time!

Speaking of interrogation, Kevin's tied to a chair in Crowley's weird industrial dungeon. With no answers, Crowley chops off one of Kevin's fingers. After screaming in agony, Kevin agrees to read the tablet. He skims through the table of contents for things such as the “collective tapestry of the soul” and “demonic transport to the regions of hell.” (I love this.)

The Winchester-mobile and Linda drive off to Crowley's mysterious industrial pit. Sam cuffs Linda to the car (SAM) and Dean kills the demon in the trunk. Then they head for the compound.

While Crowley casually blows a pinwheel, Kevin discovers a section about sealing the gates of Hell. NOW Crowley is interested.

Sam, Dean, and Cas infiltrate the plant. Sam heads inside and encounters a ton of demons. He pulls out a jar and chucks it at the ground. It explodes and blasts away the demons. There goes their one demon bomb. Meanwhile, Dean and Cas get waylaid by a solitary demon, who knocks the crap out of Dean with a telekinetic blow. Castiel smites the demon, but staggers immediately afterward. His power is super low.

They find a locked door – behind which is Crowley - and while Dean tries to pick the lock, Cas flaps his way into the room alone. Crowley greets him with, “Which Castiel is it this time? I'm never sure. Madman or megalomanic?” They both pull out angel blades and when Crowley scoffs and questions Castiel's power, Cas goes full on angel. His eyes glow blue and he unfurls his wings. “You're bluffing,” Crowley shouts.

“You wanna take that chance?” Castiel asks (and I pause to fan myself). The tablet breaks in two, and Crowley grabs half of it and zaps away.

The next day, Sam bids farewell to Mrs. Tran and Kevin. He's sending them off to Garth. (Yessss I want to watch that show.)

While Sam and the Trans are off having semi-adult conversations, Dean flips out at Castiel, berating him for heading in alone. “Look, I don't need to feel like hell for failing you, okay? For failing you like I've failed every other godforsaken thing that I care about! I don't need it!” OUCH. There are no underlying issues here AT ALL.

Castiel tells him that it wasn't Dean's fault that Cas got left behind. Cas intended to stay behind in Purgatory to do penance. He tells Dean to reexamine the memory. Instead of Cas desperately trying to hang on, Cas actually pushed Dean away and told him to leave. He didn't want to be saved. “I didn't deserve to be out. And I saw that clearly when I was there. I planned to stay all along. I just didn't know how to tell you. You can't save everyone, my friend. Though you try.” GUH CAS

Sam interrupts because, of course. And then suddenly the world disappears and Cas finds himself in a white room. “Hello, Castiel,” a woman in a neat gray suit says. She tells him that he's in Heaven and asks him about Sam and Dean. Castiel immediately spills all the beans EVERYWHERE like a firehose of bean soup.

“Why am I telling you any of this?” he grits out. The woman in the suit is the angel Naomi and she orders Castiel to report on the Winchesters' comings and goings. The angels saved him from Purgatory and reprogrammed him for this one purpose. Castiel refuses, but is powerless to resist her as she zaps him back to the conversation with Sam and Dean. He looks confused, but doesn't remember a thing. Not long afterwards Cas walks off, looking unsettled, leaving a very perturbed Dean behind.

Boris: This post by @elizabethrobertajones makes me very happy.

Quotus Interruptus:

I hired a witch off of Craigslist

You know the rules. Casual encounters. That means no questions asked.

Are we on a spaceship?

I lie, I don't get lied to.

You can't save everyone, my friend. Though you try.

I was going to say that you look like you’ve seen a ghost, but you’d probably be stoked.

This hurts you more than it hurts me, so I can go on forever.

Thank you, for everything.

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thesinglesjukebox · 6 years ago

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JUICE WRLD FT. FUTURE - FINE CHINA

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Don't look to us to clean up this mess...

Katie Gill: Bad points: this song is bizarrely short and the chorus makes up a solid 75 per cent of it. This means we get to hear Juice WRLD happily sing about how he'll kill his girl and hit us with some blatant transphobia over and over again. Good points: Future's verse is so friggen stupid that it somehow manages to be completely amazing while also being completely dumb. [2]

Ryo Miyauchi: The chorus just gets worse and worse. Thousand-dollar price tag is a backhanded compliment coming from a rapper who got Future on his side, and the only time I've ever really noticed fine china plates is when they break. You'd think Juice WRLD threatening to murder his love if she decides to break up is terrifying, but then he brushes it off as some kind of cute joke, sliding in "oh, did I just say that out loud" like a violently vengeful Urkel. His affections feel repulsively sour after that, no matter how sweet he coaxes it with melody. [4]

Will Rivitz: Chief among the endless churn of hip-hop thinkpieces are #takes about the glorification of putatively negative concepts in popular rap songs. It remains endlessly popular because of the endless variation within how artists portray contentious things as well as how listeners react to those portrayals. One can present everything from drug usage to interpersonal relationships constructively and incisively or harmfully and lazily, even within the same song, which makes the spin cycle of reactions continually compelling though the overarching genre remains the same. Here, Juice WRLD and Future, caterwauling transphobia and possessive psychological abuse, justify the most negative of these critiques. Extra minus points for Juice WRLD unintentionally arguing in support of using euphemisms for "vagina" instead of the word itself; his mealy-mouthing of those three syllables makes my skin crawl. [2]

Crystal Leww: The pervasive narrative in mainstream rap media is that Lil Uzi Vert is music for the youths that olds can rock with because (1) the melodies popped, (2) the song structures are good, and (3) his lyrical musings about depression were relatable, even surprisingly elegant. This narrative has been largely written by olds, unsurprisingly, and the olds do not seem to have a similar amount of generosity for Juice WRLD, despite their similar styles. This is largely driven by a disdain for unfortunate lines like "so if she leaves, I'mma kill her, oh, she'll die," which like, yes -- in this hip hop hellscape that is now straight up turning someone as hateful and repugnant as XXXTentacion into a martyr -- it's very bad! On the other hand, I cannot bring myself to be patronizing about this -- this is music clearly not made for me, the melodies pop, and you cannot tell me there's a funnier line in a Hot 100 song this year than "Shorty like a ten thousand plate, FINE CHINA." [7]

Taylor Alatorre: Juice WRLD is pretty good at writing chorus melodies. He's even better at writing parodies of Juice WRLD lyrics. He gets by on his willingness to take advantage of the fact that nobody knows what level of irony anyone is on anymore. So he says he's going to kill this girl if she leaves him, which is bad, but it's so over-the-top that he can't possibly be serious, so it's fine, but he's still putting the idea out there, which is bad, but he admits he shouldn't be saying it out loud, so it's self-aware. After going through this cycle of contortions, you're left with the realization that, however benign or toxic, it's just not that interesting. I briefly held out hope that one of the lyrics was "pussy-hatted vagina," which would've at least shown a sort of reactionary political awareness, but no, it's just gender-based reaction. Future sounds so comparatively mature that one has to wonder why he signed on to this project in the first place; is it trend-hopping to hop on a trend that you had a large part in creating? [4]

Anthony Easton: Oh, it's transphobic as hell, and the line about killing her is a third rail of toxic masculinity, and the lake line is cribbed from Cardi B's much better "Bodak Yellow," but I'm oddly charmed by the idea of a pussy like Spode, and Future sells the whole mess. [3]

Andy Hutchins: I do not think Juice WRLD should be allowed to have any communication with women. But it is good to see that Future still knows his planets despite his favorite one not technically being one! [2]

Thomas Inskeep: "If she leaves I'mma kill her," Juice WRLD says, and unfortunately, I believe the asshole. Future, what are you thinking? [0]

Jacob Sujin Kuppermann: The only vaguely commendable thing about "Fine China" is Wheezy's production, which does its jaunty best to prevent you from paying attention to what the rappers it carries are actually saying. On that front, Juice WRLD continues his pursuit of the perfect balance between reprehensible and boring while Future seems resigned to the latter. [0]

Joshua Minsoo Kim: It's easy to get a sense of rap's quick cycling of all-stars when you work in a high school. Three years ago, some of my students were excited about Young Thug. The freshmen this year? They don't know who he is, but they all love Lil Baby. Last year, one student called Kevin Gates a "respectable old head." This year, the new kids only really know him as the dude who collaborated with NBA YoungBoy. If there's a single rapper right now who all my students are into -- from freshmen to seniors -- it's Juice WRLD. He makes miserablist rap that's quasi-similar to Future's previous music, but he doesn't really rap; dude just makes 2000s emo with a rap veneer, the latter informing his music as the drug-fueled histrionics it is. Kids are here for the Juice, so the end result is a sing-songy tune that finds Future's Auto-Tune warbles supporting the simplistic hook-as-everything modus operandi that defines virtually all of Juice's music. It's fine; his best music is always his most harrowing, his most depressing. But that sort of begs the question: why are critics less eager to champion Juice WRLD than Lil Peep or Lil Uzi Vert? Does something have to be objectively more sad in order to justify any questionable lyrics? Why is sadness always measured in the most obvious ways? Whatever the case, Juice WRLD will likely be forgotten in a few years time, a random blip in a line of artists who provided youth with a sense of angst-ridden release. "Fine China" won't be remembered as one of his best songs because it's decidedly not sad. Juice WRLD won't end up on any critics' lists because he's not sad enough. That's a good thing, right? [5]

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mycasandstarrs · 6 years ago

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SPN 8x17: “Goodbye Stranger”

THEN: Meg. Naomi, and her control over Cas. The angel tablet exists and Crowley knows. Dean wanted to do the trials that would seal the Gates of Hell, but Sam is the one who ends up taking that torch. Dean is concerned for Sam, so he prays to Cas.

SHIT, HOW DID I FORGET ABOUT THIS COLD OPEN.

RIP prototype Dean Winchester. Killed by Cas.

“No hesitation. Quick. Brutal. Everything's back in order.” Fuck you, Naomi.

How long did it take for Cas to do that without any emotion? How many fake Deans did he go through???

Dean going through the Men of Letters archive.

There’s the key to Oz!

Ooohhh a Faberge egg! Dean could sell that and make a buttload of money.

Oh dear, Sam.

“This is a first edition, dude. You know what this would go for on eBay?” But you won’t sell the Faberge egg??

Dean finds the bloody tissue.

That’s a beautiful house.

“About a week ago, something changed in Ann. She was out of sorts, not herself at all.” Ann was possessed.

“I should have stayed. I should have protected her.” Oh no, sir. He would’ve died too.

“So, somebody's killing demons. Well, that is awesome. I feel like we should send a card or flowers. What kind of flower says ‘thanks for killing demons’?�� Yeah, send them to Cas.

Wendy Rice.

Special Agents Lynne and Tandy.

“My dissertation is -- is on the history of this town and, uh, its connection to the Underground Railroad and -- and -- and whatnot. I've been working to re-create a map for years as part of my research, and this -- this is the old Jakubiak orchard there.” I really like how proud she was of her project.

“Ann's assistant called this morning, though, asking if I still had the map.” Another demon? Or Cas?

RIP demon. Killed by Cas.

(The look on Dean’s face thoo.)

Aww, Dean looking out for Sam.

“You heard me, didn't you?” ohh nooo.

Every lie Cas tells takes a year off my life.

“They're looking for a parchment that would allow them to decipher Crowley's half of the Demon Tablet without a Prophet.”

“strange haired demon” haha.

“Well, he puts the ‘ass’ in ‘Cas’, huh?” If ya say so, huehue.

“If he's so sketchy, then why were you praying to him?” FOR YOU AND YOUR HEALTH.

“I am a celestial being.” pft.

Look who’s bad cop now!

“We have a hostage! It's one of Crowley's pets. She's at the Murray Hotel, down by the interstate. She knows the towns where all the crypts are buried. She saw them all back in the day.”

“And she told you about the parchment?”

No, no, no, possible exposure coming up...

“What parchment?!”

RIP demon. Killed by Cas.

I assume Sam and Dean were cursing Cas during the drive to the hotel.

RIP demons. Killed by Cas.

Hello for the last time, Meg.

“Aren't you a little short for a Stormtrooper?”

“What's up with the hair?” Why would that be your first question?

Y’all are asking dumb questions, guys.

“A bunch of innocent people died so you could... buy yourself some time?”

“Hi. I'm Meg. I'm a demon.”

“She’s gonna tell them the truth. Do I have to kill her?” Aww Cas. I love the genuine reluctance at the possibility of having to kill Meg.

“Any of you dummies got a map?” They got something better.

“What’s there now?”

“Do I look like Google to you? None of these buildings were here way back in the day. Figure it out, genius. Is there any booze in this dump?”

lol

“You really do know how to make a girl's nethers quiver, don't you?”

“I am aware of how to do that. Although it doesn't usually involve cleaning wounds.”

ngl, I lowkey ship Megstiel.

“Would it kill you to watch a movie, read a book?”

“A movie, no. But a book with the proper spells -- yeah, it could, theoretically, kill me.”

Pfft. Never appreciated that line before.

“So, your noodle's back in order?” Not quite.

“Yeah, my... noodle remembers everything. I think it's a pretty good noodle.”

“Really? You remember everything?”

“If you're referring to the pizza man... Yes, I remember the pizza man. And it's a good memory.”

Aww.

“I miss the simplicity. I was bad. You were good. Life was easier. Now it's all so messy. I'm kind of good, which sucks. And you're kind of bad -- which is actually all manner of hot.” Agreed.

“We survive this... I'm gonna order some pizza and we're gonna move some furniture around. You understand?” Oof, that’s hot as all hell.

RIP demon. Killed by Crowley.

"If you want something done right...blah, blah, blah.”

Team Free Will, plus one.

“No, you're not. Sam... You're damaged in ways even I can't heal. Dean's right.“ Shit dude.

“You should stay here and protect Meg.”

“Since when do I need protecting?”

“Since you were held captive and tortured for over a year.”

Walked right into that one, Meg.

Sam and Meg getting left behind by the people who want to take care of them.

“Wait -- so I took how many bullets for you guys, and you didn't even look for me?” Aww, poor Meg. Don’t worry Meg, Sam didn’t look for Dean or Kevin either.

“Look, no disrespect, but you haven't exactly been the most, uh, trustworthy person in our lives, Meg.”

“You're not gonna tell me? Seriously? How am I not team Sam?”

Seriously tho! They have history going back aallll the way to S1! That’s a long time.

“Deep down, in parts you never let see the light of day, you want to live a long, normal life away from creepy old things like me.”

“I do. You know, I spent last year with... someone, and, um... ...now I know that's actually possible.”

“Wait -- that's how you spent your last year? With a chick? Lame.”

AGREED. (Well, it wouldn’t be so lame if I actually liked the “chick”.)

“Tell me -- how'd you meet this unicorn?”

“I found it.”

“the Winchester” he HAS A NAME.

OOHHH LOOK AT THOSE BI COLORS. Unintentional as they may be, it damn sure looks like it.

I’m already getting tense, I know what’s coming.

“Winner, winner, chicken dinner.”

“Good. Hand it to me, and I'll take it to heaven. “

I don’t like this.

“I can't let you take that, Dean.”

“Can’t or won’t?”

“Both.”

I REALLY DON’T LIKE THIS

“Wait -- h-hold on. There's one part I don't understand. You hit a dog and stopped. Why?” pft.

“You fell in love with a unicorn. It was beautiful, then sad, then sadder. I laughed, I cried, I puked in my mouth a little. And honestly, I kind of get it.” :’)

“I won't hurt Dean.” AWW NO

OH I HATE THIS I WANNA GET OFF THIS RIDE

RIP demon. Killed by Sam.

RIP demon. killed by Meg.

“Cas. Cas. I know you're in there. I know you can hear me. Cas... It's me. We're family. We need you. I need you.”

OOHHH THE CUT OUT “I LOVE YOU”

“You have to choose, Castiel -- us or them.”

There are no words for the love and angst I’ve got for the crypt scene.

“Go. Save your brother... and my unicorn.” Aww.

“Timon and Pumbaa...tell you their big plan? Did they share that little chestnut with you? They mean to close the Gates of Hell, sweetheart. They mean to kill me and all the demons -- you included.”

“You had me at ‘kill you’, Crowley.”

Cas caught Dean up to speed...then leaves with the angel tablet. Damn it, Cas.

“I could beat on you for eternity.”

“Take all the time you want, pig...No Cas in the back seat. Your stone is long gone.” Meg’s last words.

RIP Meg. Killed by Crowley. I’ll miss her.

“If you remember our time in Mesopotamia the way I do, you know I'm a lover, not a fighter.” Crowley and Naomi knew each other?

*Naomi leaves* “Tart stole my move.”

“So... what happened? I mean, Cas touched the tablet, and it reset him to his factory settings or something?”

“I don't know. And I don't care.”

Yeah, you do. You care.

“Listen, I may not be able to carry the burden that comes along with these trials... But I can carry you.” !!!

“You... realize you kind of just quoted ‘Lord of the Rings,’ right?”

Come on, man. But it's the Rudy Hobbit, all right? Rudy Hobbit always gets a pass.”

Of course, Sam (the Rudy hobbit) was the best!

“Goodbye Stranger” by Supertramp.

Apparently this isn’t a typical song Dean would listen to, because Sam gave Dean the “You’re really gonna listen to this song?” look.

Aww Cas. :(

#supernatural #spn summer rewatch #spn liveblog #spn 8x17 #goodbye stranger #time for the crypt scene to kill me dead

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spntvdhunger · 7 years ago

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STUCK WITH YOU PART TWO: What’s up, tiger mommy? 8x02

Characters: Female!Reader, Dean, Sam, Kevin, Castiel, Crowley, and many more…

Warnings: A/U, eventually smut, swearing, lots of angst, graphic violence…

Pairings: DeanxReader

Summary: The reader is a huntress and she met the Winchesters when leviathans were everywhere. She joined them to fight Dick after Bobby died and she slowly started falling for Dean, but she knew that the only thing she could have with him was a single fun night. Finally, they found a way to stop Dick, but Dean disappeared, and the reader was immediately invested to find a way of bringing him back, but Sam bailed the very first minute. What would happen when a year after, Dean shows up looking for Kevin but not her?

Word count: 3780

SERIES MASTERLIST

GIFS/IMAGES NOT MINE CREDIT TO OWNERS

A/N1: I’ve been wanting to write this since a very long time and finally I got myself some time to start. I don’t really know how often I will update it but I intent to make a long series on this, so if you want to be tagged let me now!

A/N2: I recently rewatch all the series and I came up with this. I know that nobody likes season 7 but I think it fits perfectly with this series, however, it’s placed mostly in season 8 with flashbacks and I intent to take it all the way until season 10.

A/N3: Sorry for any mayor mistakes. Remember I am not a native speaker, I do this because I love writing, English, Supernatural and Dean. This is for practice 😊 Thanks.

WHAT’S UP TIGER MOMMY?

Our lives keep on gettin' shorter Losin' opportunity There might be some other ways of looking at it but That's just what I see I been gettin' over myself Thinkin' about what you need Then I realised that neither of us matter What's reality, yeah?

A few days passed, and you were stuck with the Winchesters, again. At least you had Kevin, you thought, but you weren’t in the mood of talking… Until Kevin asked for something you thought it was like a suicide mission.

“Is it too much to ask if we can swing by and check on my mom?” Kevin said, holding the burger in his hands. You almost choked with yours. “‘Swing by?’ It's a day's drive in the opposite direction. You know that, right?” Dean said. “Yes. I understand we're in a hurry.” Kevin answered. “Okay, well, then, what's the problem?”

“Channing's broken neck is my problem! As in I'd rather not see my mom twisted into a corkscrew.” Kevin’s voice getting higher. You took a zip of your coke and shook your head, no way you were going to see his mom. “Kid's got a point, Dean.”

“Stay out of this.” Both, Dean and you said. “Kevin, your mom is fine.” You said. “How can you possibly know that?” Kevin insisted. “Because Crowley needs her to be, okay? In fact, he's probably got the place stacked with bodyguards right now, protecting her so that when you do show up, they'll pounce on you both.” Dean nodded after you had finish talking.

“Is that supposed to make me feel better?” Kevin was getting a little irritated, maybe even more because apparently you chose Dean’s side instead of backing up him, but the truth was that you knew that going to his mom’s house could be a bad idea.

“She's bait, man, plain and simple. And you want to swim right up and bite the hook?” Dean said, and Kevin didn’t answer. “Look, we have got Crowley by the short and curlies, okay? All we need to do is find the tablet, whip up the spell, and – boom! – sunshine and sandy beaches.” He added.

Kevin sighed. “Dean, my mom's all alone. She's surrounded by demons. Can you really not understand why I want to make sure she's okay?” Dean looked at Sam and shrugged. “Son of a bitch.” He dropped his burger into his plate. Fine, let’s go.” You shook our head. “What?!”

And yeah, that got you into another day of traveling with them. You knew how much Kevin missed his mother and you understand it but going now was the worst thing you could do. Hell, again those men weren’t listening to you.

And now you were at Neighbor, Indiana, parking outside the house. Kevin was sitting with you at the back seats, forcing his eyes to view a little better across the curtains.

“Tiger mom, 9 o'clock.” Kevin snatched the binoculars from Sam, almost hitting you in the process. “Where?” He climbed over you to get closer to the window. “Left window.” You had to move back, but you saw Mrs. Tran. “She seems okay. Sad... but okay.” Then your sight caught the mailman, who seemed a little odd for you. “Check out the mailman.” You said. Kevin looked through the binoculars and he shrugged. “Yeah, that’s Carl. So, what?”

“Yeah, well, Carl's filled your mom's mailbox three times since we've been sitting here.” You said. “He’s a demon?” You nodded. “And see the gardener? Think that plant needs any more water?” Dean pointed to the gardener and you saw water spilling onto the street. “Ok, we need a plan.”

Few minutes later you came up with a simple plan; fucking kill all the demons and get inside. Simple, but not that easy. You were in charge of Kevin and took him behind a bush, where you’ll wait for the sign to move but first you had to cut the water off, so you could distract the demon. Done that you ran again to your spot with Kevin and waited.

Once the demon went to check the water, Dean came out and stab him in the chest. The mailman demon heard it and went to check, so once he opened the backyard door he found Dean waving at him, just to later be stabbed by Sam.

“Clear!” You heard Dean’s voice and you jump out of the bushes. Kevin instantly ran to the door. The door was opened by Mrs. Tran after Kevin knocked and her face changed completely when he saw his son again. “Hi, mom.” He said. You and Dean were hiding next to the door and Sam was at the other side. “Oh! Kev– Kevin!” She opened her arms, ready to hug him but Dean and Sam stepped forward from either side of Kevin and threw holy water on Mrs. Tran. “Ah! Oh! What...” She complained. “She’s clean.” Dean declared.

Kevin hugged his mother, while she cried of happiness. You stepped forward too, glancing at the brothers. “Savages.” You said, crossing your arms. “Do you smell that?” Sam asked, wrinkling his nose. “Sulfur.” You said, catching the scent.

The three of you entered the house. Taking out your sword you went up to the second floor, when you heard Sam’s voice conjuring an exorcism, so you ran back. You found everybody in the kitchen, where a demon was leaving the body of a woman. The first thing you did was put yourself in front of Kevin and his mom, wielding your sword. “Et secta diabolica, omnis congregatio, omnis legio, omnis incursion...” You frowned… A reverse exorcism? The black smoked returned to her mouth. “infernalis adversarii, omnis spiritus exorcizamus!” Dean jumped into action and stabbed her, killing her and the demon.

“Eunis!” Mrs. Tran screamed in horror. “That’s not Eunis.” Dean quickly said. Mrs. Tran was in shocked and it was understandable, she had just witnessed how a stranger killed her neighbor in front of her, that, just for the record, was possessed by a demon. But she looked oddly calm, though. She was taking the shock of the supernatural better than most people.

“Mrs. Tran, your friend was possessed by a demon.” Sam started. She frowned. “Have you ever seen ‘The Exorcist’”? Her son asked her, she glared him. “s that what you've been doing all year – watching television?” It almost sound like she was scolding him. “Did you really have to kill her?” She asked Dean.

“The demon would have warned Crowley where Kevin was if we didn't.” He responded. She was truly tacking it way better than you’ve expected. “And Crowley is the one who kidnapped you?” Kevin nodded. “Yeah. He needs me to translate his stupid tablet, so he can take over the universe or something.”

“Which is why we need to get it so that we can slam the gates of Hell forever with Crowley inside.” Now you glared him. You knew that that was the right thing to do, but it implicated risking Kevin and you weren’t down for that. Dean noticed your glared and he shrugged with innocence. “So that things like that don't ever happen again.” Sam added.

“Prophet of the Lord, huh? It does have a nice ring to it.” That somehow made Kevin smiled a little bit. Mrs. Tran got up. “I'll get packed.” You looked at her and smiled, she reminded you of your own mother. “We're gonna need a safe house since Crowley's been to the cabin, so…” You started until you got interrupted by her. “Safe house? I thought we were going to get the tablet.”

“Uh, we are. You're taking a trip to a demon-free zone.” Dean intervened, moving his finger in circles, pointing Sam, Dean and you. Since when you signed up for tablet hunting with them? “And risk letting Kevin fall into the hands of this Crowley again? I don't think so.” She replied.

“Ms. Tran, all due respect, Dean's right. Crowley – he's not just a killer. He trades in torment. And if he can find a way to separate your soul from you, he'll take that soul to Hell and – and roast it till there's nothing left but black smoke.” Sam said. You frowned. “Whoa you didn’t have to be that specific.” You said, he looked at you and shook his head before continuing. “Look, it's best if you let us handle this.”

“I understand. But it's not my soul I'm worried about. It's my son's” She said with her arms folded. “Kevin, you want to back us up here? Came all the way down here to pull her out of the fire, and now she wants to jump right back in.” Dean asked. “Like I can tell her what to do?” Kevin said.

Mrs. Tran didn’t smile but she gave you all the same look, like she had just won a competition. Hella she reminded you of your mother. “All right. Coming with us has conditions – uh, hex bags to stay off the bad guys' radar and, uh, you're gonna have to get inked up.”

“Do what, now?” Kevin asked with fear in his voice. “Yeah, uh...” You pulled your shirt up, revealing the anti-possession-demon tattoo next to your navel. You didn’t realize it, but when you did that, Dean’s whole body froze and for a single second he thought on his hands over you…He cleared his throat and shook his head, trying to keep that thought away. “You, too, shortstop. Keeps the demons out.”

“Fine.” Mrs. Tran said. “Really?” Dean asked surprised. “What, like it's my first tattoo?” Yeah, that woman was just as fierce as your mother. Kevin face was full of surprise and confusion and you couldn’t help but laugh.

After visiting the tattoo parlor and Kevin winning like a baby during the entire process, you went to the train station, where Kevin had hide the tablet. But when Dean opened the locker, he found a bag. “You hid the Word of God in a diaper bag?” He said ironically. “No…” Dean looked through the bag, which seemed to be empty and Sam smirked. “Shut up.” He tossed the bag back in the locker and slam the door. “Now, where the hell is it.” You mumbled.

They had to go with the feds suits, of course. You bite your lip while you were waiting with Kevin and his mother. The Winchesters were talking with the security guy, they were looking for an explanation or something that could tell them were the tablet could be. “Hey, Y/N? It’s Y/N right?” Mrs. Tran asked you. You smiled and nodded. “Yeah.” She smiled and nodded too. “So, you were with my son this whole time?” “No, I found him a few months ago just when he ditched Crowley and I felt like it I needed to keep him safe.” Her smile grew bigger and put a hand over your leg. “Thanks.” She looked at his son, then back to you. “And that guy, Dean… Are you together or something?” Your heart jumped to your throat. “What? Uhm… No. Dean and me? No, of course not.” You couldn’t find any words to form a coherent sentence. Your cheeks blushing.

“No, they are not together. She’s pretty much in love with him but then he disappeared and…” Kevin recited. “Oh, shut up Kevin!” You ordered, making his mom laugh.

Apparently, a guy stole the tablet from the locker and now the brothers needed to go to the county, so they could talk to him. You, Kevin and Mrs. Tran waited for them inside the Impala while they talked to the guy. It didn’t take them long though, half an hour later they were back and now you were heading to a pawn shop.

When you descended the car, you couldn’t help but noticed the red Ferrari that was parked in front of the store. You followed the brothers closely, close enough to see how Dean’s shoulders looked with that suit, damn he looked good with it. You stayed close to the door, pretending to see the showcases.

You could listen how that guy really wasn’t the cooperative type, but you did nothing until you hear Mrs. Tran jumping into action. And you got very surprised how she got the information just by mentioning his taxes. “So, what's it going to be – the tablet or that piece of Eurotrash crap you call a car?” She finally said.

You arrived at the address the guy gave you and it was a motel. Dean knocked on the door, but he got no answer, until a man showed up behind you. “I am Beau and I have something for you.” The man said and pulled out an envelope from his pocket. “An invitation, dear man, to a very exclusive auction.”

“Let me guess – where you'll be selling the tablet?” Dain said. “Well, when we acquire an item as hot as the Word of God, it's smart to unload it as fast as possible. And we are in such desperate need of a headliner for tonight's gala.” Beau said.

After assuring the safety of Kevin during the auction, Beau left the same way he appeared. Now you needed a plan, you had nothing to bid for the auction, but that wasn’t the only way. You just needed to get close enough to the tablet, so Kevin could memorize it. Boom! Excellent plan!

You showed up to the abandoned warehouse that was surprisingly full of people, how many of them would happen to be human? Who knows. Your mouth got dry as soon as you saw the objects that were there… The Davinci’s code… That was Thor’s hammer? Until you reached the tablet… But it was covered. Plan A was ruined.

“It's okay. It's okay. We just got to come up with a plan ‘B.’” You said. “And what, pray tell, could possibly have been plan ‘A’?” Suddenly Crowley appeared. Same as before, you ran to cover Kevin. “Bring the Prophet to the most dangerous place on Earth, memorize the tablet, and then vamoose?” You frowned. “Hello, boys.”

Crowley continued his fucking monologue, damn he loved the sound of his own voice. “And who is this lovely young thing? Must be your sister.” He said getting closer to Mrs. Tran, when suddenly she slapped his face. “Stay away from my son.” She hissed.

Before anything else could happen, two doors opened and then a man that was supposed to be Plutus showed up, announcing the auction was going to begin. All of you look for a seat, but Dean was stopped by a young boy dressed up in a red and white uniform. You decided to pay attention to their little conversation once you hear him asking about Castiel.

“Well, me and Cas – we, uh – we iced Dick Roman and got a one-way rocket ride to Purgatory for our trouble.” Dean said, to the angel that now was re-baptized as Alfie.” But you escaped. Did – did Castiel?” Dean didn’t respond. “You know, there are some in Heaven who still believe, despite his mistakes, that Castiel's heart was always in the right place.”

You shook your head and looked where the rest was sitting, before looking back at Dean, that now was standing alone, with his face pointing the ground. Purgatory… He must be thinking in purgatory. And you couldn’t imagine what Dean’s has gone through, he got back a little more broken. And your pure heart wanted to pick up all his pieces.

The auction started, and everybody started to take out everything; fake cards, legit credit cards from Mrs. Tran, bills, you even took you mother’s bracelet.

“Our first item, the amulet of Hesperus. Let's start the bidding with, um, three tons of dwarven gold?” Beau said and with that your plan B was ruined too. “Plan C?” Sam mumbled. “Big time.” You answered. “I’m gonna use the restroom.” Dean said and stand up.

While he was going to actually look for the restroom, he saw a guard taking all the auction items to what it looked like a storage room, so he followed him and then try to open the door and he saw the tablet in there.

Dean got back just in time for the tablet auction, just after the hammer of Thor was sold for 5/8 of a virgin and a bone. Crowley was the first one to bid. “Three billion dollars.” Dean, Sam and you turned your heads and left a “Whoa” escape. Then Alfie stand up and bid. “The Mona Lisa.”

You then caught up in the middle of a bid war, where both, angel and demon were bidding things you could barely imagine. “Ah. I'm sorry, gentlemen. It seems that our reserve price has not been met. So, in order to stimulate the bidding, we're going to add an item to this lot…” Beau said, pointing towards you “…Kevin Tran, Prophet of the Lord.”

“No!” Mrs. Tran and you screamed, jumping of your seats. Kevin disappeared from next to you and appeared in front of everybody, chained. “No, stop! I'll give you whatever you want. I have a 401(K), my house.” Plutus chuckled. “Good effort, Ms. Tran, but I'm afraid this is a little out of your price range.”

“My soul.” Plutus seemed interested, even after Crowley said he would give him million souls if that’s what he wanted. “It's not about the quantity, chief. It's about the sacrifice. This little lady's soul is the most valuable thing she has. It's everything. Are you willing to offer everything, Mr. Crowley?”

If that was plan C, or plan S, it worked. Plutus took the offer, but you felt a pression over your stomach, that wasn’t right. Then you had to wait to the trade to take place, Mrs. Tran was shaky, but sure of her decision.

You were in the same room Dean found moments earlier. Plutus arrived, ready to take Mrs. Tran soul. “Whenever you're ready, dear.” He said. She took two steps forward and holds out a hand, but you saw something on her wrist, just where the tattoo should be. “Wait!” You took her arm and pushed up her sleeve. Her demon-proofing tattoo has been burned off.

Her eyes turned red and Crowley’s voice emanated from her throat. “Hello, boys.” Crowley throw the three of you against the walls. “No. You can't. My warding spells.” Plutus babbled. “Your girl Friday showed me a few loopholes.” Crowley answered. “And all it cost me was an island in the South Pacific. I love a bargain.” Beau suddenly stabbed Plutus from behind, killing him, giving Crowley time to grab the tablet..

“Get out her!” Kevin screamed. “If I had a nickel for every time someone screamed that at me...” Crowley said.

Sam tackled her down and stand up later. You were again in front of Kevin. Dean took his knife out and throw you your sword. “Getting in touch with your feminine side, huh, Crowley?” He said. Crowley laugh. “Come and get it.” He challenged him. “One out of two ain't bad.” Crowley said and ran away.

“Sam, watch the kid!” Dean yelled before going after Crowley. You followed him, swinging your sword in one hand. You hear shots back in the room, so you stopped right in your tracks, and the first thing that went through your mind was Kevin and you were ready to go back when you saw him running. “Kevin!” You exclaimed. “My mom!” He said. “My mom! I have to help my mom!” He screamed back while he continued running.

Dean had reached Crowley and now he was keeping Mrs. Tran against a wall, holding his knife up to her neck. Kevin and you arrived, and you stopped when you saw Dean and her. “Mom!” he screamed.

Mrs. Tran kicked Dean and opened her mouth, so Crowley escaped of her body. Kevin ran towards her mother and you stayed in your place. Crowley reappeared back in his other body and took the tablet. “I know we're not mates, Kevin, but one word of advice…” Crowley looked at you for a second. “And Y/N this goes for you too. Run. Run far and run fast. 'Cause the Winchesters – well, they have a habit of using people up and watching them die bloody. Toodles.” He waved and left.

Those words made you shiver… That was how you felt; used. After everything you’ve done for them and yet you didn’t deserve a single fucking call. After cleaning their mess, after risking your own life to take down Dick, after everything, you yet meant nothing to them. And a bloody dead was the only thing you and Kevin would get in return.

“You tried to kill her.” Kevin whispered. “Kid, in this life…” Dean started, but Kevin didn’t let him finish. “Shut up! I don't want to hear any more of your crappy speeches. I just want to talk to my mom alone.”

The brothers and you left the room, leaving Kevin and his mother alone. Once out you glared Dean and passed a hand over your hair. “Dean, were you really going to, uh...” Sam said.

“What? Slit soccer mom's throat? Yeah, I was. I wish I had.” He answered. “Fuck you, Dean.” You barked, getting his attention. “It was Crowley, Y/N. No matter what meat suit he's in, I should have knifed him. I mean, yeah, it would have sucked, and I would have hated myself, but what's one more nightmare, right?” You slapped him, he observed you in awe, barely processing you hit. “He had just get her mom back and then you wanna killed her? You have no idea what that kid has gone through!”

“Well you have no idea what I´ve been through either!” You were ready to answer back, but Sam stopped you. “Wait… It seem a little quiet in there to you?”

You went back to the room and when Sam opened the door you realized Kevin and his mother were gone. “Kevin?” You called him. “Kevin!” You called again. “You've got to be kidding me!” Dean found a letter placed on a chair. “What's it say?” Sam asked.

“Uh, that they bolted, that we shouldn't come looking, and since we lost the tablet, Kevin figures we don't need him.” Dean’s eyes were on the letter. “Yeah, but Crowley still does. What's that kid thinking?!” Sam exclaimed. “He thinks people I don't need anymore – they end up dead.”

Now you weren’t sure to agree with Sam when he told Dean that wasn’t true. But you were sure of one thing, you were abandoned again, and this time maybe even felt worse. You looked at Dean and you just think how everything was his fault… You thought how much you wanted to hate him, well, you did in that moment, but your heart was aching, because you know that deep down you felt something for him and hell you wanted to erase that feeling.

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