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morphym37 · 24 days ago
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amanda-teaches · 7 years ago
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Escaping the Island - Part 1
Series Summary: You’re in for the fight of your life, trapped on a deadly, ghost-filled island with no way out. The only way to survive is by unraveling a murderous plot. Can you figure out who brought you here and why before it’s too late? Or will you, Sam, and Dean all become their next victims?
Chapter Summary: You accompany your best friend to a mysterious dinner at a beautiful, island-based mansion. But, when you arrive, you find that there may be more to this dinner than you ever would have thought possible.
Characters/Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam
Word Count: 3101
Warnings: an overaggressive, manhandling man who grabs the reader; sexy, protective Dean; not much so far
A/N: This is my first ever series! I’ve been planning this for awhile and I’m really excited about it. It was betaed by the fantastic @cyrilconnelly, who helps me so much. I also threw in the quote for @because-imma-lady-assface‘s 300 Follower/Birthday/Will and Grace revival/all around extravaganza celebration! My prompt was a Jack quote (my fav!): “Sarcasm noted and quickly forgotten,” and I thought it fit really well in here. I hope y’all enjoy the first part of this 10 part series! Feedback is much appreciated.
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“Come on, Y/N! You have to come with me,” your best friend, Annie Jackson, pleaded as she paced in continuous circles around the couch where you were sitting.
“No, thank you,” you replied, never taking your eyes off the magazine you held in your hands. As Annie continued her loop around the couch, you paid her little attention, only occasionally needing to move your feet off the coffee table to let her pass by. But, as soon as she was clear, your feet went right back to their previous position and your attention right back to your magazine.
Eventually, though, the pacing got to be too much. The sight of her in your peripheral vision was making you dizzy, and you were pretty sure she was going to wear a hole through the floor. You glanced up from your magazine and sighed heavily. “Annie, why don’t you sit? You’re not going to feel any better about this dinner if you exhaust yourself pacing.”
“Fine,” she groaned, flopping down dramatically on the couch next to you, “I’ll sit. BUT, that doesn’t mean you’re getting out of this, Y/N. I need you to come!”
“I can’t, Ann.”
“Give me one good reason why.”
You rolled your eyes. “Hmm, ok. Maybe because, I don’t want to? Besides,” you added before she could argue, “I wasn’t even invited.”
She waved her hand to dismiss that comment. “Oh, I’m sure they won’t mind another guest.”
“Annie…”
Suddenly, you were interrupted by Annie screaming your name so loud that you actually cringed at the high pitch. “Y/N, please,” she begged, looking at you with giant puppy dog eyes. “I can’t do this alone! Please, please, please! I’ll do anything!”
You studied her pleading face for a second before you gave in. “Fine,” you said with a laugh. “I’ll go. I’ll go.”
“Yes,” she muttered, sitting back with a triumphant smile.
You narrowed your eyes suspiciously. “You knew I’d give in, didn’t you?”
She shot you a look that had a certain gleam you knew all too well. “Well….we are best friends.”
“I knew it!” you cried, jumping up and pointing down at her. “I never should have fallen for the old puppy dog eyes trick.”
She threw her head back and laughed. “Well, it’s too late now. You’re going.”
“Fine, fine,” you muttered resignedly. You placed your hands on your hips and looked down at her. “But, if I’m going to this dinner party, I may as well know what it’s for. Who’s throwing it again?”
“I’m not sure,” Annie whispered. She picked the invitation up from the coffee table and glanced down at it. “It doesn’t say who’s throwing it. It just says I’m invited to a dinner to celebrate the memory of Jacob Dawson.”
“Your old boss? Didn’t he die like a year ago?”
“Yeah, but I guess they decided to finally have a memorial dinner. It’s going to be held at his old house, but it’ll probably just be friends and coworkers sitting around reminiscing about him. He didn’t have any family.”
“I have a question: why are they having a memorial dinner now instead of right after he died? It’s been a year.”
“Beats me,” she shrugged. “But, a free dinner’s a free dinner.”
“I guess,” you said, still a little unsure.
Annie stood up and grabbed your hands excitedly. “Oh come on, Y/N. Don’t look so nervous. It’s just dinner. How bad can it be?”
Five hours later, when you were standing on the edge of the dock freezing through the thin material of your evening dress, you were starting to think that “just dinner” could be pretty bad indeed. In fact, you were seriously starting to regret ever agreeing to come to this dinner with Annie in the first place.
“Uh, Annie,” you muttered, as you picked up the already wet hem of your dress from its place on the ground, “why didn’t you didn’t tell me this thing was on a freezing cold island in the middle of freaking nowhere?”
“You didn’t ask,” she said with nonchalant shrug before she took off down the path in front of you.
You quickly followed, glancing up at the imposing mansion that rested at the top of the steep, hilly path. You let out a low whistle. “Was I the only one who didn’t know that your boss was practically Bruce Wayne?”
“He wasn’t that rich,” she said, looking back over her shoulder with a smile. “At least I don’t think he was.”
You flashed her an expression that screamed of exasperation. “He owned his own island, Ann. His. Own. Island.”
She burst out laughing as the two of you came to a stop in front of the door. “Ok, fair point.” She turned to you and dropped her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “Here, I’ll make you a deal. We go in now and you’ll be the first to know if I find any batmobiles.”
“Hahaha,” you muttered sarcastically before reaching out to ring the doorbell. But, before you could, the door clicked and slowly creaked open on its own. You looked inside to see who had opened it, but no one was there. “Yeah, that’s not creepy at all….”
“Oh, shush,” Annie said. She grabbed your arm and pulled you inside. “It’s probably just a motion sensor or something.”
“Yeah, sure,” you whispered. “Cause, that’s always what it is in horror movies.”
You walked cautiously into the house and, once you were inside, Annie dropped your arm. Seizing the opportunity, you took a quick look around the vast entryway you were standing in.
The sight momentarily stunned you. It looked like something straight out of a fairytale. Two giant double doors stood facing you, with ornate carvings adorning the edges. There was a grand, sweeping staircase that curved up one wall, around the room, and into the opposite wall, the balcony disappearing into an opening above you. The elegantly patterned tile floor underneath your feet practically gleamed, reflecting the gigantic, waterfall chandelier that hung from the ceiling.
“Wow….” you breathed out quietly. This was the kind of room that demanded a certain element of deference.
Annie, on the other hand, felt no need to be quiet. “Hello?” she shouted, her voice echoing throughout the foyer. “Is anyone here?”
The sound of her reverberating voice instantly brought your attention back to the situation at hand. “Oh, that’s a great idea, Annie. Let the creepy serial killer know we’re here.”
Annie continued to look around the foyer, not even bothering to look your way when she replied. “Sarcasm noted and quickly forgotten, Y/N.”
You sighed and rolled your eyes. “It doesn’t look like anyone’s here, Ann. Maybe we should just go. I don’t think….”
Before you could finish your thought, the massive double doors flew open and a well-dressed man came striding through. He was wearing a three pieced suit that reeked of wealth, his salt and pepper hair slicked back, framing an unpleasant face that was twisted with anger. He leveled a glare in your direction. “Well, it’s about time you showed up. We’ve been waiting here for over 20 minutes! You call that service?!”
“Excuse me?” You backed up slightly as he advanced, his anger startling you.
“When I accepted this ridiculous invitation, I expected a gathering worthy of Jacob’s memory, not this unmitigated disaster. Frankly, young lady, the help showing up late does not make a very good first impression.”
Annie hurried over to your side and held up her hands, stopping the man’s tirade. “No, no, no, Mr. Leder! Y/N’s not the help! She’s with me.”
Mr. Leder turned his glare on Annie. “Oh, Ms. Jackson. I should have known you’d be involved in this whole debacle. Just when I thought this night couldn’t get any worse.”
Annie closed her eyes and sighed heavily. “Nice to see you too, Mr. Leder.”
“Oh, I’m sure,” he sneered haughtily before turning on his heels and stalking back through the double doors. You stared after him in shock for a minute before turning to Annie.
“Well, he seems nice…”
Annie turned to you and scowled. “Haha, very funny.” Then, her face fell. “Man, if I had known he was going to be here, I never would have come.”
“Who was that guy anyway?”
“Harold P. Leder. He was Mr. Dawson’s old business partner and I was his secretary too. He didn’t, well, he didn’t exactly like me.”
“I gathered that much, Annie.”
“Yeah,” she muttered, although she seemed distracted, like her mind was somewhere else entirely. “Ugh! I can’t believe he’s here! He hated Mr. Dawson by the time he died. Why would he even come to this?”
“I don’t know, but we don’t have to stay here if you don’t want to. We can still leave.”
Annie smiled for a second, but then she heard Mr. Leder bellowing her name from the other room and her face fell all over again. “So much for that idea,” she muttered. “Let’s just get this over with.”
“Hey, now you sound like me,” you whispered playfully, drawing a small laugh out of your friend as you followed her over to the double doors leading to the room off of the foyer.
When you entered, you saw Mr. Leder right away. He was standing by the stately fireplace in the back of the room, with one hand on the mantle and the other hand waving around a tumbler full of scotch. He was talking, or rather yelling, at a beautiful, well-dressed woman standing next to him. She was middle-aged, although, she was the kind of woman that you could tell had been absolutely stunning in her prime.
You happily pulled your eyes away from the fighting pair and over to the couch in front of the fireplace, where another couple was sitting. They were younger, late 20s, maybe early 30s, and they definitely looked happier than Mr. Leder and his companion. The man had his arm around the woman and she was leaning into him familiarly as she chatted with another young woman, who was sitting across from her with her back to you.
Annie leaned over to whisper to you. “The man on the couch is Will McHale. He was Mr. Dawson’s attorney. I’m not sure about the woman next to him. But, I know the other woman. That’s Stacey Crane. She was Mr. Dawson’s girlfriend, if you could call it that. I like to think of her as the gold digger who just missed out on becoming a trophy wife.”
You laughed out loud, inadvertently alerting the people in the room to your presence. At once, they all turned to look you, making you feel instantly self-conscious. You cleared your throat and held up your hand. “Uh, sorry. Didn’t mean to interrupt your little Downton Abbey convention. As you were.”
You heard a deep laugh come from the other side of the room and instinctively turned to find the source, only to discover that it came from the most gorgeous man you had ever seen. He was leaning against the far wall, one ankle crossed over another, looking effortlessly sexy in his dark red flannel and faded jeans. When he saw you looking at him, he smiled and winked. You smiled back.
You glanced over at the taller man standing next to him, who was also intensely attractive in his own right. In fact, you were surprised it taken you this long to notice the two of them. They were both unbelievably sexy and irresistible. You shifted your gaze back to the first man just as the taller, longer-haired one leaned down to address him, making him pull his eyes away from yours, breaking your brief connection.
You were about to turn back to Annie and ask her who the men were when Mr. Leder distracted you by grabbing your arm.
“Ah, I see Ms. Jackson and her little friend have decided to stick around. Y/N, was it?”
“Yes,” you repeated fiercely, anger seething under the surface at the way he was treating you. Did this man have no manners? You tried to pull your arm out of his grip, but his grasp was iron-clad. “Is there a problem?”
“Well,” he whispered spitefully, leaning in close until he was just inches away from your face, “I don’t believe you were invited to this little gathering, Ms. Y/N, and I don’t take kindly to party crashers.”
“Get your hands off of her,” a deep voice boomed from behind you. You shifted your head slightly to see the man with green eyes stalking towards you at a fast speed. He looked downright murderous and you were relieved knowing that you weren’t the target of that anger: Mr. Leder was.
Mr. Leder quickly started backing away from the intensity rolling off of the stranger, but his hand remained on your arm. When the handsome man stopped beside you, he stared Mr. Leder down with a look of pure hatred. “I said, get your hands off of her.”
The woman Mr. Leder had been yelling at earlier rushed forward to diffuse the situation. “Oh, now, let’s not get carried away. There’s no need for fighting.” She turned to Mr. Leder. “Come now, Harold, stop scaring the girl.”
Mr. Leder wavered for just a second before he released your arm. The mystery man instantly relaxed, but he stayed right by your side with his fists gently clenched.
The woman who had calmed Mr. Leder down took the opportunity the silence presented to plaster on an insincere smile and hold out her hand to you. “I don’t think we’ve been properly introduced. I’m Gretta Leder. I would like to apologize for my husband’s behavior. He doesn’t always play well with others, but he means you no harm.”
You took a quick glance at the attractive man standing next to you, who was still poised for trouble, and decided to take the high road. “Um, it’s ok, I guess. No harm, no foul. I think we can all just move past it.”
“Sounds like a plan to me!” yelled the lawyer, Will McHale, as he stood up to join you. He excitedly clasped Mr. Leder on the shoulder. “All of you should just ignore little old Harold here. I know I always do,” he added with a laugh.
You caught the rage that flickered across Mr. Leder’s face as Will held out his hand to you. “I’m Will McHale, attorney at law. It’s nice to meet you, Y/N.” He gestured to the woman who he had left sitting on the couch. “That right there is my girlfriend, Abby Hallman, and that,” he said, pointing at the gold digger, “is Stacey Crane.”
“It’s nice to meet you,” you said politely. As he turned to talk to Annie, you twisted slightly to face your defender. “And how do you fit into this crowd?”
He looked down at you and laughed, the tension easing out of him as his eyes met yours. “I don’t. Actually,” he said, gesturing back at the tall man behind him, “my brother and I don’t even know any of these crazy people. We just met that Dawson guy right before he, um…Well, right before he died.”
“Oh,” you laughed. To tell the truth, you were relieved that he wasn’t associated with the other people in the room. They all seemed like stuck-up, rich snobs, and you couldn’t bear the thought that the man with the dazzling eyes and gorgeous smile was one of them.
His brother, who had curiously stayed out of the entire volatile incident, chose that moment to walk up and stand next to the two of you. “Hi, I’m Sam. Y/N, right?” You nodded and he gave you a warm, comforting smile. “It’s nice to meet you. I see you’ve already met my brother, Dean.”
“Yes.” Dean. His name was Dean. “Thanks for your help, by the way.”
“Not a problem. That guy had no business putting his hands on you.”
“Like hell I didn’t!” Mr. Leder bellowed, interrupting your conversation.
“Harold,” his wife warned, but he paid her no mind.
“I don’t care what any of these morons say. This woman has no business here. She didn’t even know Jacob.”
Dean started towards him. “You know what, you son of a…”
Before Dean could finish his threat, the lights started flickering, stopping him. In unison, everyone looked up and watched as every light in the room started flickering.
“Sammy,” Dean growled urgently as he moved back to stand protectively next to you. The flickering became more intense, and the room shook violently, compelling you to grab Dean’s arm to steady not only your balance but your rapidly beating heart. Suddenly, the lights gave out entirely, plunging the room into darkness. A shrill scream sounded out, echoing throughout the room, and you clutched Dean’s arm tighter.
Then, as quickly as it had started, it was over. The lights came back on revealing everyone in the room again. No one was missing.
“Alright,” Sam said. “Nobody panic. Everything’s going to be fine. Who screamed?”
Everyone shook their heads. Dean groaned angrily. “Well, somebody did. So, who was it?”
“I don’t care who it was,” Stacey cried, jumping up from her seat and pushing her way forward. “I, for one, am definitely not going to stick around to find out. This party is a disaster. I’m out of here.”
She stalked out the door and the group followed, Sam yelling after her as they did. “Ms. Crane, wait! This is serious. We need to stay together.”
“Not happening, handsome. I’m out of here.”
“I’m with her,” Harold Leder asserted, grabbing his wife’s hand. He followed Stacey out the door and into the foyer. Will and his girlfriend, Abby, followed.
Sam raced after them while you, Dean, and Annie entered the foyer at the back of the group. You watched closely as Sam tried in vain to stop the exodus. You started to lean over to ask Dean why his brother was so intent on stopping them from leaving, but you were interrupted by an ear piecing scream. You looked over to see Will’s girlfriend, Abby, frozen with fear. She was pointing just over your shoulder.
You spun around and what you saw in front of you stopped you cold. You heard Annie’s sharp intake of breath beside you, but you barely registered it. You were too focused on the apparition standing in front of you.
It was a honest-to-goodness ghost, and it was staring straight at you.
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