#like a huge part of metal family is how unconventional everyone's appearance is

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Can artists please depict Vicky as plus size? Like why do you keep thinning her down?? She's got a lot of muscle, she's gonna take up more space, let her!!!!! 😭

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Hunters Academy - Part 3

Word Count: Around 3100

Summary: The reader is looking for a way forward in life. A cryptic business card may provide her with a new opportunity at an unconventional school. Catch Up Here -> Introduction Part 1 Part 2

Warnings: Language, Drama

Pairing: Dean x Reader

This is purely for a hobby and my enjoyment. Maybe some of you will enjoy it too. I am by no means a writer so I apologize in advance for any mistakes or grammatical/spelling errors. I appreciate any feedback or suggestions!

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Things had finally cooled down between you and Serena. And by cooled down, you meant the two of you could at least be in the same room without getting the feeling she was waiting for the right opportunity to tear you apart. It was still a little tense but progress was being made nevertheless. Other than that, things had been going pretty smoothly. You took Sam’s advice and forced yourself to ease up a little.

One of your extracurricular activities included spending some time in the garage and not just to gawk at Dean; no matter how appealing his muscle looked popping out of that tank and smeared with a bit of grime. Honestly, you did try to focus on upgrading your ‘stang. You were surprise they had yet to mention anything in class, but you clearly remember the side panel of your mom’s car door concealing her stashed weaponry. With a hunt coming up in your second semester it would do you good.

Instead of a door compartment you opted for hollowing out the back seat and constructing the bench into the trap door. Dean was hard at work too, at who knows what. You knew when he was in the garage by the start and stop of his classic rock music. He’d been favoring 38 Special or Fleetwood Mac lately. As you worked you hummed along to ‘Caught Up In You.’ The melody was interrupted by the clang of metal and unintelligible cursing. Instead of checking on him out of concern, you stayed out of viewed containing your silent laughter. Several minutes passed without sound so you dared to peak through your rear window, but he was nowhere to be seen.

“Nice.” You heard from directly behind you. You jumped in shock hitting your head on the car’s roof. Unlike you, he didn’t keep his laughter a secret. “But as usual, overachieving again. I have a good chunk of class time dedicated to this in... oh, let’s say seven weeks.”

You sighed rubbing the back of your head. “And how was I supposed to know that?” You lightheartedly defended.

“I guess I won’t hold it against ya, since I only decided to add it to the curriculum just now.” He playfully admitted. “Two pointers though.” You followed him pacing around the car. “First, you’ll want something built in with easier access. Say you become surrounded by a nest of vamps, you’re not going to have time digging through your backseat.”

You smirked and rubbed the tacky fin on the back of the car. “Precisely why I have this.” You found the switch and hit the button releasing a blade resembling a katana into your hand. You gave it to Dean to examine.

“Iron?” He asked surprised by the weight.

You nodded. “Coated in silver.”

Dean tried to hide it, but he was impressed. He cut threw the air getting the balance of sword before handing it back to you. You set it back into place.

“Second.” He didn’t miss a beat. “Ain’t no way a body is fitting into that trunk.”

“Maybe not in one piece.” You winked at him.

You waltzed back to the front and slid onto the hood. Dean cautiously followed you, hesitating to blur any boundaries. But something about you drew him in, made it hard to stay away.

Even though your nose was already buried in the first auto mechanics book that was in nearby vicinity, swinging your legs back and forth, you were painfully aware of him inching closer.

“So…” Your breath was shaky but you looked to break the growing tension. “When it comes to 351 V8s…” You honestly had no idea what you were talking about at this point. “Would you recommend…” You couldn’t help it any further. You lowered the book to find him practically leaning against the car between your legs. You instantly stopped swinging them and lost the ability to form sentences.

“Y/N.” He softly called.

Both your heads swung to the sound of the heavy garage door opening and Sam appeared to ruin the moment. You looked back to Dean who seemed to have magically been separated from you by several feet. “As I was saying,” Dean started lecturing. “351s are a piece of garbage. It’d do you good to upgrade to a 372 turbo. It’s significantly lighter…”

“Dean.” Sam interrupted. “Can I talk to you.”

Sam looked between the both of you and it was easy to take the hint. You went back to working on the seat contraption yet tactfully eavesdropped on their conversation.

“Check this out.” Sam handed Dean his phone. After a few minutes of Dean looking it over, he continued. “Usually I’d say we should had it over to someone else, but… I don’t know… this seems big.”

“Yeah.” Dean agreed. “What, we really only have a week and a half til break anyways…”

“Just let them off a bit early?” Sam asked, feeling a bit guilty for abandoning the group.

“Nah. Y/N’s been working on something I think that’d do them all good. I wanted to fit it into the schedule next semester, but if we need to be gone, maybe now is the perfect time.” Dean suggested.

You continued pretending to work as Sam loomed over your shoulder. “Yeah, that seems fine. I’ll break the news to the others. Let’s plan to leave in 30.”

“Hey!” You cut in before he was able to run out. “Um, since I am pretty much finished with the project, maybe I could come with you guys on the hunt…” You sheepishly proposed.

“No.” They both rejected your offer in unison.

“You’re not ready.” Dean ruled and cut off your protest. “I don’t have time to show you the ropes and worry about your ass. This is real life Y/N and as good as you are compared to the rest of the class, you still need more training.”

When Sam didn’t object the reasoning, you huffed in annoyance but didn’t push further. Instead you dove back into the work.

“Y/n it’s not that…” Dean started again after Sam left. “You’re… I don’t want to…”

You gritted your teeth together. “Whatever Dean.” You put in headphones to clearly show you were done with the conversation.

He sighed looking at his watch debating whether or not to open up, ultimately deciding it could wait another day. He headed out as well to start packing. The days were slow without them here. As anticipated, you finished up earlier than the others. You briefly considered following the boys, but didn’t want to risk being expelled. You honestly had no where to go. Going back to your foster family would only raise questions and most likely anger. You did miss them, but here you actually felt like you belonged. With graduation coming up only next year though, concern built. You would most likely end up like your mother, jumping from motel to motel, no real place to ever settle down.

Broseph and Serena took off early. He wanted her to meet his parents, who were also hunters. They would finish up their project there. Once Kaveri, Skylar and Ciara completed the assignment, they took off for break as well; leaving only you and Ned. Not that you didn’t like Ned… but you actively avoided him, trying to limit your social interactions to the rec room or the kitchen. Something about him gave you the creeps, you couldn’t exactly figure out what. Besides a bit of quiet time on break would do you good. Yet he always managed to find a way to follow you around.

The layout of the bunker was huge. And just when you thought you had discovered every inch of this place, another door always seemed to materialize out of thin air. You practiced your lock picking skills and popped the newly discovered door open. Another storage facility. Although this time it captured your eye. Instead of the usual piles of books; this one contained artifacts, reels from a super 8 camera, potions, and god knows what else. You were digging around for a film projector when Ned appeared from nowhere.

He was digging through another box. “Do you think Sam and Dean declawed this themselves?” He asked holding what looked like a raptor claw.

“Jesus Ned!” You swore out of shock. It seemed this was becoming a pattern. “What, is it like your semester project to follow me around?” “Pretty much.” He set the thing back in its box and flipped his hair aside. You couldn’t tell if he was being sarcastic or honest.

“Well, I don’t know, a lot of this stuff looks pretty old, I would say probably before their time.” You walked around the room, trying to create a bit of distance, until you noticed grooves along the floor indicating file cabinets repeatedly moved. “Ned.” You waved him over. “Take a look at this…” He looked at you and had the same thought. You both grabbed a cabinet and pulled it open revealing the dungeon behind it. A huge red devils trap and chair in the center, handcuffs hanging off the wall, devices that looked more of interrogation tools than practical hunting weapons.

Both of your mouths hung open. “Dude…” Was all Ned managed to utter in shock.

You cautiously advanced… “Do you think it is just for practice or they use it for real?”

“What would they need to practice?” Ned debated.

“I don’t know… maybe showing students a real life exorcism, um... “ You were at a lost.

“No, it’s definitely a torture chamber.” Ned decided.

“Stop.” You insisted “We are hunters not cold sadistic torturers…” You stepped inside the circle. “I bet it is just for role play…” Ned smirked. “You know what I mean. Learning through practice.” You clarified sitting down in the chair. “So… are you going to exorcise me?” You popped an eyebrow.

He tilted his head to the side.

“Exorci…” You egged on.

He jumped in. “Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas…” You sat up in the chair. “Once I get outta here. I’m going to kill you and everyone of your little friends.” “Hey..” Ned stopped the chant, offended.

“I’m making it life like…” You whispered. “Keep going…” “Uhh… omnis incursio… uh… infernalis adversarii…” He stuttered trying to remember.

“Omnis congregatio et secta diabolica…” You piped in.

“Yeah, real life like Y/N, I’m sure the demon will be all the more willing to help.” He rolled his eyes.

“Listen Blink-182, I know I’m screwed either way so the sooner I smoke out of here, the sooner I can crawl back out of hell and peel off those fake eyelashes.” You goaded covering your tracks.

“Uh, they are not fake.” He gasped.

“Really?” You jumped back out of character. “What kind of mascara do you use? Sorry… back to it.” You settled back into the chair.

“Ergo draco, um… maledicte, ut expelliarmus…” He continued “Harry Potter.” You whispered.

“I mean, ut ex…” “Ecclesiam…” You reminded.

“Oh, right. Ecclesiam tuam secura, tibi facias libertate servire, te rogamus, audi nos.”

You rolled your eyes back and shook for a few moments before going limp. “Y/N… Y/N?” He whispered concerned not daring to enter the circle. “Y/N stop it.”

You couldn’t hold back anymore and clutched your stomach in laughter.

“You’re not funny.” He scoffed and went to leave.

“I’m fucking hilarious.” You follow him out, closing the cabinets behind you. “But seriously, mascara?”

“I stole Serena’s Better Than Sex, alright.” He confessed.

Your hand came down on his shoulder to catch yourself  buckling over in laughter. “Does she know?”

“No… don’t tell her… I replaced it with E.L.F.” He continued.

“Dude! You don’t have to worry about demons, she is going to kill you herseself.” You had to wipe away a tear in your eye.  

You both walked down the hallway to your rooms rambling hypothetically making up scenarios about Serena’s revenge.

He stopped at your room and coldly shifted topics. “Y/N, Do you really like Dean?”

“What? Who told you that?” You demanded.

“Skylar.” He admitted without hesitation.

You huffed in annoyance. “No, I don’t like Dean.” You lied not needing more drama or especially the rumor to reach the man himself. “Why would she say something like that?”

He shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know, I just wanted to hear it from you.”

“O.. Kay…” You went into your room more confused than you Eurasian lore test.

By the time Christmas rolled around, the realization hit you that it was only you and Ned. Everyone else was off home with their families and Sam and Dean were still not back from their hunt. It didn’t even feel like Christmas, there was no snow on the ground, no tree, no presents. Ned ranted about the mix of Christian and pagan lore to celebrate a holiday that only worships capitalism.

You half-heartedly listened to him as you reflected back on Christmases with your mom. It was usually in a motel room or a Denny’s. Even Charley Brown’s Christmas tree usually put the one she found to shame. Gifts would consist of knick knacks found at gas stations like hostess apple pies, crossword puzzles, a stuffed bear holding a rose. But there was one year she went all out and bought you a polly pocket Cinderella castle. Looking back, she didn’t have fake credit cards, she must have picked up an extra job to pay for it. But you did it justice, carrying it around everywhere with you and spending countless hours building your fantasy life. If you thought hard enough, you’d even make a bet that you forced Sam to play when your mom and his dad were on a hunt together, but those memories were so long ago.

Christmas never felt traditional until you moved in with the last of your foster families. Your foster mom would wake you up every morning and the whole family would be downstairs progressively working their way through stockings and presents. Your foster dad would eventually turn on the TV to TBS while brunch was being served and you’d manage to watch A Christmas Story at least three times intermittently throughout the day. Relatives would come over for dinner and you’d help your foster mom in the kitchen preparing ham, potatoes, salad, rolls, really a full out feast. She’d probably still have a place set for you this year, hoping you’d show up.

You had to stop lingering on these thoughts so you convinced Ned to indulge in the capitalistic lifestyle and make Christmas dinner with you. Thankfully, Skylar and Kaveri showed up later in the evening because you had not adjusted the recipes to only fit two people. Even with them, there would still be plenty of leftovers.

Days had passed and the rest of the students had returned yet Sam and Dean still remained unheard from with class on schedule to begin tomorrow. You had braved the courage to call Sam once, but he didn’t answer, you couldn’t muster the courage again. Instead, you stayed up later than usual with your door cracked open hoping to hear them come in.

You stayed up reading, with only your desk light on. Although late, a few others were still up. You could hear Broseph’s passionate hollers down the hall as his sports team seemed to be rising to victory. With a jolt, you woke from the bed, you must have drifted to sleep momentarily. Coming from the room next to you was the all too sweet music of Pink Floyd’s The Wall, which you had missed so much since arriving here. The record was the only Christmas gift you had purchased this season - for Dean and partially you - as you could enjoy it from next door. And if the record was playing, that meant Sam and Dean were back. You resisted every urge to run over a greet him. So instead, you waited for him to come to you.

You pretended to dive back into your book but very shortly felt yourself slipping back into sleep. You went to wash your face and then planned to head for the kitchen to try and elicit a run-in. However, ‘Young Lust’ came up next. You couldn’t help but mouth along to the words and swing your hips enticingly around your room. You danced over to your and Dean’s adjoining wall imaging some sort of connection as you pressed your back against it.

‘Oh, baby set me free.’ You mouthed as your continued rocking your hips and reaching your arms above you pressing harder against the firm concrete. ‘Ooh, I need a dirty woman. Ooh, I need a dirty girl.’ You slid down the wall onto your knees air guitaring your way through the solo.

A cough instantly broke your concentration and your eyes popped open only to discover Dean had pushed the door open wider and was standing in it’s entrance. God only knows how long he had been watching your humiliating display. You immediately stood up, nervously combing your fingers through your hair.

“So, I suppose I have you to thank for the shiny new vinyl?” He asked.

You pretended to be confused.

“Well, Sam already gifted me some lube.” Your face contorted. “... For my car, for the car…” He recovered. “So with him off the list, that leaves… well nobody really.”

“I guess you have a secret admirer…” You winked.

“And you are going to pretend it’s not you, even though you were clearly enjoying it…” He challenged.

You shrugged your shoulders. “I guess we just get to mutually benefit… Oooh! Next time leave a note for, hmmm, maybe some Rush. Oh, and chocolate.” He chuckled. “Well, perhaps they already left you something?”

You furrowed your brow analyzing him further. His eyes hinted towards the base of your bed. You crouched down, looking underneath.

“What on earth?” You pulled out a box wrapped in Snoopy Christmas paper. Dean smiled as you lit up tearing apart the paper and realizing what it was. “Dean… you didn’t have too… How did you know?” You held a brand new record player.

“Whenever you stop in my room, your practically drooling over mine.” He remarked.

‘That’s not what I’m drooling over.’ You thought. “Dean, I love it.” You set it down on top of your bed. You waltzed over to him. “Thank you.” And gave him a hug without second guessing.

He was tense at first, surprise by it but then wrapped his arms around you. When you pulled back he did not release you from his embrace. You looked up at him, weariness from the hunt still hanging in eyes. His mouth danced closer to your lips, only breaths parted you. He searched your face for permission, neither one of you daring to close the gap. You pushed up on your toes but were too late. Dean had let go turning away from you.

“Shit!” He ran his hands through his hair. He turned back towards you. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that, Y/N.”

Before you could respond the sound of Sam and Joe’s voice grew closer from the end of the hall.

“Shit…” Dean muttered heading back to his room.

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Part 4

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After three-day long festivities and an intimate wedding ceremony, Sonam Kapoor Ahuja and Anand Ahuja made their first public appearance as husband and wife at their star-studded reception in Mumbai. Dressed to perfection in shades of black and metallic grey the couple walked in hand-in-hand and flashed their brightest smiles for the cameras. The newly-wed fashion-forward pair notably couldn’t keep their eyes off each other as they posed together for the shutterbugs.

While sticking to the traditional dressing theme for most of her pre-wedding events, Sonam opted for a modern look at her reception wearing a chevron pattern lehenga paired with a grey choli and metallic dupatta, from Anamika Khanna. Hubby dearest looked quite the prince charming in a sherwani and his choice of footwear caught its due attention. Talking about staying comfortable. The reception that is taking place at a five star hotel in the city, will play host to a number of Bollywood stars including Karan Johar, Kareena Kapoor Khan, Jackie Shroff, Rani Mukerji, Shahid Kapoor and Mira Rajput, Kangana Ranaut, Rekha, Vidya Balan, Rajkumar Hirani apart from the Kapoor and Ahuja families.

Sonam Kapoor and Anand Ahuja are now husband and wife! The longtime lovers got married in a traditional Anand Karaj ceremony at Rockdale in Mumbai. The wedding was an intimate and private affair with family and close friends in attendance. While Sonam looked lovely in an Anamika Khanna creation, Anand Ahuja donned a beige sherwani for D-Day. Apart from the Kapoor clan, Sonam’s ‘Veere Di Wedding’ co-stars Swara Bhasker and Kareena Kapoor Khan with husband Saif Ali Khan and son Taimur attended the wedding from the bride’s side besides Ranveer Singh, Amitabh Bachchan, Abhishek Bachchan, Shweta Nanda and others. We wish the newlyweds our heartiest congratulations!!! by Ruchi Kaushal

The most awaited picture of actress Sonam Kapoor is here and it is proof that she makes for the most beautiful bride in B-town. The ‘Khoobsurat’ actress looks ethereal in her bridal glory as she dons a red and gold Anuradha Vakil lehenga and heavy traditional jewellery complete with a matha-patti and chooda. She ties the knot with fiancé Anand Ahuja today in a traditional Sikh wedding ceremony (Anand Karaj) today being held at Rockdale 11:30 am onwards.

And the D-Day has finally arrived! We just caught hold of the first look of the groom Anand Ahuja, who is all smiles moments before his wedding to Sonam Kapoor.

Decked in a muted gold sherwani and a pagadi with ruby beads around his neck, Anand looks majestic as he enters the venue.

The wedding takes place at Rockdale between 11:30 am and 12:30 pm amid the attendance of close friends and family. It will be followed by a grand reception that will be hosted later this evening.

Catch a glimpse of the best pics from the ceremony which deserve to be a part of the couple’s wedding album…

It was Sonam Kapoor’s sangeet last night and the ‘Khoobsurat’ actress looked like a princess by all means in a white lehenga complete with white kundan and pearl jewellery. Glowing how a bride should, with her henna adorned hands, Sonam was definitely the star attraction. Fiance Anand Ahuja too turned up in white to complement her to perfection. The star-studded function was held at her aunt’s luxurious bungalow at Bandra Kurla Complex and the guests arrived in compliance with the theme of the evening – Indian festive, in shades of white.

Sonam Kapoor’s traditional mehendi ceremony took place a night before making the diva a free bird for her sangeet. The ‘Neerja’ actress who stunned in a white chikankari Abu Jani Sandeep Khosla lehenga, later adorned a floral necklace and bangles as part of the following mehendi rituals. Her chooda ceremony was also performed during the function in the presence of the near and dear ones. She later covered the bangles with a pink cloth in order hide it before the wedding day, as per customs. Interestingly, she failed to drop the kaleere on cousin Janhvi Kapoor’s head which finally landed on Anshula Kapoor, hinting at the latter to be the next one to get hitched.

Sonam Kapoor can boast of quite a few BFFs in Bollywood who turned up on time in compliance with the white theme for the lady’s sangeet-mehendi function. While Katrina Kaif looked ultra glamourous in a shimmery saree-gown, Jacqueline Fernandez was at her chirpiest best in a light-weight lehenga complete with a bindi and gajra. Going by the clips from the event, Sonam grooved on ‘Chittiyaan kalaiyaan’ while Jacqueline was seen hooting during the act.

Sonam Kapoor’s cousins Janhvi and Khushi Kapoor turned up in beautiful white embroidered lehengas complete with kundan jewellery for the do. On the other hand, Boney Kapoor’s daughter Anshula Kapoor looked lovely in a white lehenga with a huge mang-tika pulling off the Punjabi kudi look with elan. Sanjay Kapoor’s daughter Shanaya Kapoor and wife Maheep Kapoor chose beige for the sangeet and nailed it. The father of the bride Anil Kapoor was in an Abu Jani Sandeep Khosla kurta pajama whereas Sonam’s brother Harshvardhan, sister Rhea and mother Sunita too dressed up in their best white attires to host the evening.

Sonam Kapoor’s mehendi-cum-sangeet function turned out to be the biggest starry night of the year with family and friends joining the Kapoors for dance and celebration. While the family was the first one to arrive at the venue – the residence of Sonam Kapoor’s aunt Kavita Singh – at Bandra Kurla Complex, the who’s who of the B-town started arriving in on time in compliance with the theme – festive wear in the shades of white. All, from Rekha, Farah Khan, Shilpa Shetty, Masaba Gupta, Varun Dhawan dropped by to join in the celebrations.

Bollywood’s fashionista Sonam Kapoor ties the knot today in a traditional Sikh wedding ceremony ‘Anand Karaj’ with her longtime beau Anand Ahuja in Mumbai. The true-blue Punjabi family had kept the mehendi ceremony held at their Juhu residence a family affair, with the whole extended family, the groom’s side and a few celebs like Karan Johar, Siddhanth Kapoor who are more like family joining in to cheer the bride-to-be.

When the eager fans were waiting to get a glimpse of the bride-to-be Sonam, it was her childhood friend Kunal Rawal who shared the first picture from her mehendi ceremony with the couple’s trademark hashtag #everydayphenomenal. While Sonam looked beautiful and happy with her henna laden hands and feet, her prince charming Anand Ahuja joined her to add his magic in a white kurta pajama topped with a pink Nehru jacket. Sonam donned a lavender and peach lehenga for the day with minimal make-up and jewellery in order to pull the attention to her bridal mehendi.

This beautiful picture makes for Sonam Kapoor’s best mehendi moment. The lady looks gorgeous as ever in her bridal glow as she breaks into a laughter for the lens. The amazing shot was shared by none other than sister Rhea Kapoor who has also co-produced her film ‘Veere Di Wedding’. Rhea captioned the image, “What it’s all about. My #everydayphenomenal.” While everyone turned up in traditional white keeping in line with the evening’s theme, Sonam kept the spotlight to herself in a traditional lavender and peach lehenga.

Karan Johar arrived for Sonam Kapoor’s mehendi ceremony in a pristine white modern kurta keeping up with the unconventional ‘white’ theme for the evening. The filmmaker, who is also set to perform on her sangeet, bowled away the ladies with his charm and shared a picture with the Kapoors girls along with the caption, “Celebrations begin!!! #sonamkishaadi.” From the left are Shanaya Kapoor, Maheep Kapoor, KJo, Janhvi Kapoor, Anshula Kapoor, Khushi Kapoor, while he also made place for Jahaan Kapoor and father Sanjay Kapoor.

Sonam Kapoor is known for her experiments with fashion and her fans have been totally clueless about her choices for her own wedding. The diva never fails to surprise us all with her comfortable yet chic airport looks or her out of the blue ethnic delights. The ‘Khoobsurat’ actress changed to a night suit after her mehendi ceremony as she relaxed post the grueling henna session. Looking completely at ease and grinning from ear to ear ahead of her big day, Sonam shows off her henna laden hands and feet in the comforts of her house.