#like the double leg monsters and the nurses and stuff are Scary. and he kills them. which would imply to me

[natjennie]

watching jacob and julia play the silent hill 2 remake and julia is.. very insistently demonstrating a specific interpretation of the symbols and themes and really like. spoiling the game kind of. in a way that I sort of... don't agree with? like I'm interpreting it way differently and I can't tell if I'm stupid or maybe she's being really aggressive and negative without any solid proof.

[goandsavemyunicorn]

Soulmates (Dean x Reader)

Soulmate AU where you have a timer on your wrist counting down to when you meet your soulmate. It’s not Sirens, but I wanted to write it and pounded it out in like two hours on my phone. Dean x Reader

I glance at my wrist for the thousandth time this week, chewing on my lip. The timer is now under three days, making me more nervous than ever. I’m in the middle of getting my hair done, something my older sister, Rosie, insisted upon when I showed her my timer. 

Two days, sixteen hours, forty-two minutes and seven seconds. That’s how long I have to meet my soulmate, how long I have before my life changes forever. My hair is already four inches shorter, which isn’t much considering it was elbow length. My sister is chattering about something I don’t care about while the stylist rinses my hair, finally rid of the brightly colored streaks I put in last month. 

“Y/n. Are you paying attention?”

“Nope. What did you say, Rosie?” She sighs and stands up, holding a magazine. 

“I think you should do this dark brown color. It’s close to your natural color, but it’ll add dimension. And cover the bleach streaks.”

“Fine. I just don’t know why I can’t meet my soulmate looking like I usually look.”

“Because he would take one look at your hair and run away.” She says, sitting back down with her magazine and glass of sparkling water. The stylist starts combing in the new color, chatting with Rosie about wedding dresses and flowers. We finally finish my hair a few hours later, and Rosie pays the stylist before dragging me out to lunch with her husband, Ben, who she soulmated with three years ago. 

“So, y/n, I hear you’ve passed the three day mark. How are you feeling?” Ben asks, patting my shaky hand. 

“She’s nervous. Ooh, I can’t believe my baby sister is finally going to meet her soulmate!” Rosie gushes, clapping excitedly. Her blonde curls bounce as she claps, the light catching her shiny highlights. 

“Rosie. Chill.” I mutter, taking a big gulp of my drink. The liquor stings my throat, but I don’t care. Rosie pouts a little, leaning on Ben’s shoulder. Ben grins sheepishly, rubbing her back. 

“Anyway. Who wants food?” He waves at the waiter, who hurries over with a notepad. – Three hours, thirty-seven minutes, eight seconds. Rosie’s spent the last two days with me, cleaning my apartment obsessively, getting it and me ready for my soulmate. She even picked out a outfit for tonight, a little black dress and heeled ankle boots. My hair is in loose waves, old movie style, my makeup is done, and I even let her paint my nails for the first time in three years. 

“Y/n, sweetie, you’ve got to leave the apartment to meet the guy!” She pushes me out the door, shoving my keys and purse into my hands. I roll my eyes and walk down the hall to the elevator, wobbling a bit in my boots. Rosie is right alongside me, telling Ben she’ll see him at dinner in ten minutes. 

We part ways on the sidewalk, her climbing into a taxi and riding away as I walk the opposite direction, towards the club down the street. I cross the main road and step around a puddle, bumping into a huge, terrifying man. 

“Shit, I’m sorry.” He turns slowly, glaring down at me. Even in heels, he towers over me. 

“You will be.” I reach into my purse, digging for my phone to dial 911. Before I can push the final button, everything goes black as a sharp pain spreads across the side of my head. 

I open my eyes and groan, looking around a dark room. A basement, looks like. My hands are tied behind my back, my dress is torn, and I’m pretty sure my head is bleeding. The guy I bumped into earlier is standing in front of me with a gun and a wicked grin on his face. 

“Why am I here?” 

“You have half an hour to meet your soulmate. I’ve been keeping track, and there’s three possibilities in the world. The only one in this city happens to be an enemy of mine. The kind I want dead.” He chuckles and wipes a drop of blood off my forehead, then licks it off his thumb.

“That’s unsanitary.” I mumble, feeling a little dizzy.

“Shut up.” He smacks my cheek, then walks around to peer at my wrist. “Thirty-seven minutes.”

“You’re a terrible person.”

“Not a person, sweetheart. I’m a monster. Now shut up.” He stuffs a rag in my mouth, effectively silencing me. 

Half an hour later, there’s a loud, metallic thud somewhere upstairs, like a screen door being shot open. The big guy sneers and stands up, cocking his gun. 

“Looks like he’s early. Let’s see what happens next, shall we?” He ties a new rag around my face, blindfolding me. I hear him walk away, up some wooden stairs. I start screaming through the gag, only a small bit of noise sneaking out. There’s a scuffle upstairs, and my timer beeps softly, three times. Three minutes. More fighting noises, more beeping. Finally there’s a loud thump, and I hear feet rushing down the stairs. 

Beep. Five.

Beep. Four. 

Beep. Three. 

Beep. Two. 

Beep. One. 

The blindfold is ripped away, followed by the gag. Standing in front of me is a bow-legged man with eyes the color of Granny Smith apples, perfectly kissable lips, and a spattering of freckles across his cheeks and nose. 

“Hey there, soulmate. I’m Dean.” 

“Y/n.” 

“That’s a pretty name, sweetheart. Let’s get you out of here, okay? Your head is bleeding pretty bad.” He unties me gently, lifting me into his arms. There’s a giant at the top of the stairs, holding my purse. He has too-long hair and puppy eyes, accompanied by some blood spattered on his clothes. 

“Is that her?” Dean nods, pulling me close against his chest. 

“Sammy, this is Y/n. Y/n, this is Sam, my little brother.” I look Sam up and down, thoroughly confused. 

“He doesn’t look so little to me, Dean.” Both men laugh, then rush me out to a big black car and set me down in the backseat. Dean drives to a hospital, pulling up to the emergency room doors and jumping out to carry me in. 

“She needs a doctor, pronto.” He says to the girl at the desk. She starts typing rapidly, asking for my information and his. 

“What is your relationship to her?”

“Soulmate.”

“Since when, sir? Her emergency contact is a…Rosie?”

“Rosie’s my sister.” I mumble, feeling sleepy now. 

“Call her, then.” Dean says, setting me on the gurney a nurse walks up to us with. The desk girl nods and starts dialing, watching as I’m wheeled through the swinging double doors. Dean follows closely, squeezing my hand. 

“We’re gonna do an MRI, then we’ll stitch you up, okay?” The doctor says softly, shining a little light at my pupils. I nod slightly and look at Dean, who’s pale and nervous. 

“Sir, you’re welcome to wait in the hallway.” They wheel me into the MRI lab, and get me strapped in for the scan. It goes quickly, makes some strange noises, but nothing too scary. 

“Looks like it’s just a concussion. You’re gonna be fine.” The doctor pats my shoulder, then we go back into the hallway and into a different room. Dean sits beside the bed, holding my hand while the doctor starts stitching up my head. They put a tube in my arm with fluids and some kind of pain medication that makes me sleepier, then leave the room. Fifteen minutes later, Rosie comes bursting into the room. 

“Oh my god, sweetie, are you alright?!” She frowns, staring at the bandage on my head. 

“I’m peachy, Rosie. Now shhhhhh.” I mumble, squeezing Dean’s hand.

“I was so worried!” 

“Rosie. Shush. You’re too loud. Also, this is Dean. He’s my soulmate.” Dean waves at Rosie, who squeals excitedly and reaches out to shake his free hand.

“Pleasure to meet you.” He says, shaking her hand. She squeals again, then pulls out her phone. 

“I’m calling dad, Y/n. Go back to sleep.” She leaves the room, already chatting to our father. 

“Yeah, we may want to blow town before she calls anyone else. My family is insane and they’ve been waiting for this ‘too long’, which means they’ll all be here tomorrow morning. With balloons and flowers.” I say, matching up my fingertips with Dean’s. 

“I can handle that. As long as nobody hears that I killed a monster for you, we’re cool.” He chuckles, kissing my forehead. I smile and drift off, the morphine doing its magic. 

The next morning, I wake up to a room full of people, mostly my family. My father is standing on my left side, glaring across the bed at Dean. Rosie is beside my father, with an excited look on her face. Sam is sitting in a chair by the window, and there’s a man with blue eyes wearing a trench coat standing next to him. Two more people walk in, a girl with long red hair and a nerdy t-shirt on, and my brother, Rob.

Rob takes up a space behind my father, the same glare occupying his face. The redhead goes and stands beside Dean, grinning. She’s holding a battered copy of Lord of the Rings. 

“So, introductions, before someone glares a hole in my soulmate’s face.” I poke my dad’s arm, frowning at him.

“Everyone, this is Dean, my soulmate. Rob, my brother, Rosie, my sister, and Mitch, my father.” I point at each person as I say their names, trying to kill the tension in the room. 

“My brother, Sam. Charlie, family nerd, and Cas, my best friend.” Dean says, squeezing my hand. My father scowls and outstretches one hand, which Dean shakes. 

“Firm handshake. I hate you a little less.” My father mutters, placing a hand on my shoulder. 

“Dad. Be nice.” I sit up a little, tugging at my pillow. 

“I brought you flowers! And shook this kid’s hand!” He says, gesturing at a large vase full of white daisies, lilies, and carnations.

“Thanks for the flowers. Be nice to him, he is my soulmate.” I grin up at my father, whose face softens a little. Rob steps forward and squeezes my shoulder gently, grinning. 

“Hey, kiddo.”

“Hey, Rob.” 

“I was gonna bring flowers, but figured a teddy bear might be better.” He reveals a fluffy bear from behind his back, dressed in a little leather jacket. 

“He’s adorable, Rob. Thank you.” I set the bear on the bed next to me, then look up at Dean. 

“The doctor said they might release you later today. Then we can all go grab lunch, okay?” 

“Sounds great. Nothing too fancy, right?”

“Italian, or American?”

“Mmm, American.” I grin, ignoring my father’s eyeroll. 

Three hours later, I sign the release paperwork and the doctor waves me off. The eight of us head down the road to a Tex-Mex place, grouped in two cars. Rob rides with Dean in his car, forcing me and Dean’s friend Cas into my father’s truck. 

At the restaurant, Dean helps me out of the truck and leads us all inside, resting his hand on my waist. Lunch goes by pretty easily, without any death threats or serious arguments. 

Dean and I finally escape back to my apartment, and I immediately start packing. The entire building is supposed to be short-term living for those who haven’t met their soulmate yet, and when they do, they have to skedaddle. My meager belongings all fit into a single large suitcase and two cardboard file boxes, all of which Dean refuses to let me carry on my own. 

In the world we live in, soulmates spend the first year after they meet getting to know each other in a secured location, usually owned by one of the parties involved. They are occasionally visited by family and friends. Then there’s engagement, which can last from six months to a year, depending on how long planning the wedding takes. 

–

“Guess what, baby.” Dean kisses my shoulder, wrapping his arms around my waist.

“What?” I grin, kissing his cheek. 

“We’re going out tonight. It’s been a year.” The two of us have been staying in this bunker, getting to know each other, since the day after we left my apartment. 

“I’ll make sure to wear something special.” He grins down at me, green eyes sparkling. 

“I’ll let you get ready, then. Charlie is dropping by later with the stuff you asked for, she said she’ll be here in an hour.”

“Sweet! I had a couple things delivered to her place for tonight.” I run off to take a shower, stopping in my room to grab my towel and my favorite soap.

“Hey girl! I brought your things!” Charlie yells through my door. 

“Come on in. I’m just doing my hair.” I yell back, turning off the hair dryer. She walks in and sets the bag on my bed, grinning.

“You’re going to look so good! I totally peeked, by the way. Love the color.” I giggle and look in he bag, pulling out a lacy, strappy bra and matching panties. They’re dark green, and somehow even sexy not on a person. 

“Thanks, Charlie!” I hug her tightly, then go back to my mirror to start curling my hair the way it was when I met Dean, minus the head wound and blood. She leaves quietly, closing the door behind her. 

At exactly five o'clock, I wander down the hall to the bunker’s library, wearing a flowy black dress with long sleeves. My heels click on the cement floor with each step, echoing around the hallway. Dean looks up as I walk in, and his jaw drops. 

“Holy… you look amazing.” 

“You look pretty good yourself.” I grin, noting the color of his tie. Dark green. The same color as my lingerie. He picks a long velvet box up off the table, grinning back at me. 

“This is for you.” He opens it, revealing a silver necklace with a pendant of tiny emeralds surrounding a diamond.

“It’s beautiful, Dean. I love it.” I kiss his cheek and lift my hair up, letting him clasp it around my neck. He leads me out to the garage, where his Impala has been deep cleaned recently, evidenced by the damp floor and shiny exterior. We drive to a fancy restaurant and stop at the valet stand, where Dean rushes around the front of the car to help me out. We’re ushered to a back table, decorated with candles. 

Dinner passes quickly, and the two of us leave in a sleepy haze. Back at the bunker, we walk in to all the lights off. Dean lights a few candles, humming softly, then turns to face me. 

“Y/n.” 

“Yes?” Dean pulls a tiny velvet box from his pocket, and drops to one knee in front of me. 

“Marry me?” I grin and lean down to kiss him. 

“Yes,” I whisper against his lips, running my fingers through his hair. A cheer erupts through the bunker, making me jump. The lights turn on, and I finally see that the room is full of our friends and family. 

“Did you plan this, Winchester?” I giggle and kiss him again as he slips the ring onto my finger. It matches the necklace he gave me earlier, to a tee. 

“Sure did.”

“I love you, Dean.”

“I love you too, sweetheart.”

-fin-

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