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charles-leclerc-official · 5 months ago

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Formula 1 Drivers as Supernatural Episodes

I have selected 2 episodes from the CW's hit show Supernatural for each driver in the 2024 F1 season. Enjoy!

These are episodes I feel fits a driver's personality/vibe/style/history and are meant to be complimentary. This is very vibes based XD

Presented in team order <3 (also I guess spn spoilers warning)

Charles Leclerc: Lazarus Rising x The Man Who Would Be King

Charles and the angel Castiel have a lot in common. Charles is seen as this figure that is leading Ferrari currently and into the future and his first season in Ferrari was iconic (Lazarus Rising) Dare I say some of his drives have been as insane as pulling a man out of hell. However it's been a bumpy road and the burdens of one of the most iconic teams is enough to try the patience of any man (The Man Who Would Be King) There are a lot of faith and religious parallels to be made here. If there was one driver insane enough to try to single-handedly fix heaven (Ferrari) Charles is that driver. Also you could cast him as Cas and I don't think anyone would complain. I could go on about the Charles-Cas parallels but we do have to get to the rest of the grid, so he gets two stand-out Castiel episodes.

Carlos Sainz: Trial and Error x The Devil You Know

Carlos sometimes smashes through plans like a hammer, sometimes you need schemes other times you need to throw them out the window and start punching (The Devil You Know). He's also been through the Ferrari trials which is no small feat, often requiring a lot of pressure and sacrifice (Trial and Error). I also feel like he could wrestle a hellhound and come out winning.

Lewis Hamilton: Swan Song x First Born

I felt that one of the most iconic final battles in Supernatural of Swan Song was fitting to encapsulate Lewis' many hard fought WDCs. In addition to First Born, where Dean goes to take the mantle of the mark of Cain from a man who keeps bees in his retirement (Lewis taking WDC from Seb parallels) Both massive turning points in the show and iconic, like Lewis. A lot of small plot and emotional beats in these two that really touch on some career moments.

George Russell: Defending Your Life x Girls Girls Girls

If there was any driver on the grid who would enter into a legal battle against an ancient god and win it's George Russell (Defending Your Life). Additionally George is one of the few who could pull off witchcraft with ease while looking iconic doing so (Girls, Girls, Girls) I just think George and Rowena would get along and get up to some trouble with the book of the damned.

Max Verstappen: The Executioner’s Song x In The Beginning

The parallels of young talent coming in to take down the former bearer of the mark of Cain to Max's 2021 WDC are strong. It was hard, it was messy, and it was one hell of a fight (The Executioner’s Song). Then we have more emotional nuance (In The Beginning) a guy who just likes cars and is kind of old school about them too. These episodes are nuanced and plot centric and that felt fitting. The vibes are here you have to trust me on this.

Sergio Perez: Our Father Who Aren’t in Heaven x Criss Angel is a Douchebag

Do not underestimate Checo, much like you should not underestimate an arch angel that is related to you, and yet. The parallels between Adam, the third Winchester brother, and Checo are not lost, especially in meta context (Our Father, Who Aren’t in Heaven). Then of course Checo does have a flair and charm about him, he can pull a trick or two out of a car when people least expect (Criss Angel is a Douchebag).

Fernando Alonso: Good God Y’all x Weekend at Bobby’s

Fernando is chaos, he's here to cause unapologetic trouble, if he were to be a horseman of the apocalypse he'd be War and he'd have a hell of a time (Good God Y'all). Of course if there was one driver on the grid I know could figure out how to get his soul back from a demon after selling his soul in the first place Fernando would be that driver (Weekend at Bobby's) Naturally there are many Nando and Bobby parallels.

Lance Stroll: Scoobynatural x Hibbing 911

Of all the drivers on the grid at risk of getting sucked into a children’s cartoon I feel like Lance is at the top of the list (Scoobynatural). In addition I think he would be the chill hunter just casually explaining that ghosts are real to Scooby and the gang. Lance would also reluctantly become a vampire hunter if they invaded his small community (Hibbing 911) And he very much reminds me of both Donna and Jody in various ways.

Oscar Piastri: About a Boy x Jack in the Box

I feel like Oscar would be a good witch hunter, I also think if he was hit with a de-aging spell he'd be able to handle it and not panic and figure out how to get out of that situation, worry about the soul crushing curse later (About a Boy). And of course with the way his second season in F1 has been going it very much feels like Mclaren have been holding back a young driver from reaching his potential because they are afraid of his capabilities, you could say they have been putting a nephilim in a box designed to hold back his power (Jack in the Box). Also I cannot be the only one who sees the Jack and Oscar resemblance.

Lando Norris: Swap Meet x I Know What You Did Last Summer

Tell me Lando would not somehow end up practicing black magic accidentally on purpose and somehow survive (Swap Meet). That and I think he would also really like this episode in general. I feel like the duality between Ruby and Anna presented in I know What You Did Last Summer captures a very specific vibe about Lando, is he the demon trying to trick a guy into drinking his blood? Or is he the angel that decided to become human because he was done with heaven's shit? Depends on the day honestly.

Kevin Magnussen: Rock Never Dies x Survival of the Fittest

If there was any driver on the grid that would make crashing the Impala part of the plan to take down eldritch monsters it would be Kmag (Survival of the Fittest). Rock Never Dies just fits Kevin, iconic, villainous, Lucifer comes back a second time and is ready to cause chaos. The whole vibe of this episode is insane and it fits Kevin's particular brand of heart and unique driving. He's loud, you are not going to forget he's there, you should be afraid.

Nico Hulkenberg: Shut Up Dr Phil x My Heart Will Go On

Nico just has the look of a man who would time travel to get rid of a single Celine Dion song (My Heart Will Go On). He does have a lot in common with Balthazar, fun loving but powerful and can execute a plan, he might just end up adding his own flair to it. And I think Nico's spats with others are not frequent, but when they do happen they are memorable (Shut Up Dr Phil) Plus he reminds me of these old witches who have been married a few centuries and keep the chaos alive.

Ollie Bearman: The Girl with the Dungeon and Dragons Tattoo x Reading is Fundamental

Including Ollie in the Haas section since he's raced for them the most this year on the F1 grid. But his story starts as the young talent called at the last minute to solve a huge problem, driving a Ferrari in Jeddah with an hour of practice. I'd say that's similar to being suddenly asked to single-handedly go against some of the most dangerous monsters in the world with no training in monster fighting (The Girl with the Dungeon and Dragons Tattoo) but also being surprisingly good at it. Then we have another team needing young talent to step up and drive their car when things were down, you could say Ollie is in advanced placement in terms of being an F1 rookie now (Reading is Fundamental) I think the Ollie Kevin Tran comparisons are strong. Overall these two episodes of young talent needed at the last minute to save the day really sum up Ollie's 2024 F1 experience.

Yuki Tsunoda: The Gamblers x A Little Slice of Kevin

Sometimes luck is on Yuki's side, and often times it feels like it's not. But then again he's been fighting and sticking around longer than most other drivers in the face of more bad luck than one man should deal with, so perhaps he's won against an old roman god for a bit of luck, who's to say (The Gamblers). Then we get to the duality in A Little Slice of Kevin, young talent being used as a pawn in the larger scheme of Red Bull, more likely than you'd think. Is he escaping purgatory or being captured by demons? Probably both.

Daniel Ricciardo: Frontierland x Blood Brother

I know one thing about Danny, he would time travel back to the wild west to hunt down a rare monster no questions asked. He would bring his own cowboy hat as well (Frontierland). Danny also has that quality of guy who doesn't ask for much, so when he asks for a favor you gotta help. He also does have similar vibes to Benny, don't tell me he wouldn't make a great southern vampire (Blood Brother).

Liam Lawson: War of the Worlds x Bad Day at Black Rock

Similar to Yuki, Liam's luck is a tricky thing. He was in a will he won't he situation at Red Bull for so long. If he had a rabbit's foot he kept losing and picking up again I wouldn't be surprised (Bad Day at Black Rock). I think the episode really captures that kind of swinging pendulum of luck his junior career has seen. Then of course now he's been called to the seat he's caught up in a pretty intense battle at the end of the season, with a lot of demands being made on top of the constant turmoil within the team. Imagine Lucifer is telling you not to do a spell another powerful arch angel is commanding you to do, I feel like that about sums up how he's been thrown into F1 (War of the Worlds).

Alex Albon: Heart x It’s A Terrible Life

Alex was a rookie that went under the radar, at first, but something bigger was brewing in the background and then boom he was suddenly at the center of the driver market and was thrown into the spotlight. A feeling reflected in It's A Terrible Life. Alex is also the type of try to help someone against all odds, even when they seem impossible (Heart). Also I am not denying I am possibly calling him a werewolf fucker, here but tell me I'm wrong.

Logan Sargeant: Jump the Shark x Dog Dean Afternoon

Logan would do well being able to communicate with a dog and would adapt well to taking on dog-like traits to solve a case (Dog Dean Afternoon) I don't even think he'd question it. Forgotten, overlooked, massively unlucky I don't think there is a better Supernatural parallel for Logan than season 4 Adam (Jump the Shark). He was a great guy who got caught in the middle of something dangerous and paid the price.

Franco Colapinto: Red Sky at Morning x Sharp Teeth

Franco is one of the guys who I just think would be able to make it work for him if he were accidentally turned into a werewolf. He'd take a few months off, come back and be totally fine (Sharp Teeth). I cannot fully explain but Franco does give me Bella vibes, the mix of mischief and amusing self confidence perhaps, or maybe he just has the look of an international occult thief? (Red Sky at Morning) He'd be able to steal rare artifacts using his looks and charm I know that.

Valtteri Bottas: Party On Garth x Everybody Loves a Clown

Valtteri strikes me as the most like Garth. Fun, a little silly, but good at his job and scary when he needs to be (Party On Garth). His methods may seem a little out there but he gets the job done. How could I not include the introduction of the best mullet on Supernatural? I know Valtteri would love Ash and call him #mulletgoals (Everybody Loves a Clown). Another character who seems a little unserious out of the profession but Ash is brilliant and knows how to lock in.

Zhou Guanyu: Hunteri Heroici x Wayward Sisters

Zhou would 100% interrogate that cat and get information. He's probably an expert (Hunteri Heroici). I think his level headed mindset would also really help in a case where the world is literally going Loony toons. Zhou also has been through it, but is strong, and iconic in his unique way (Wayward Sisters). He's been fighting an uphill battle in that Sauber car, new hunter learning on the job has a similar experience, add a little dimension hopping in there for flavor.

Esteban Ocon: Beyond the Mat x Hollywood Babylon

Esteban is a sweetheart but do not be fooled, he absolutely would take down his childhood hero if he needed to (Beyond the Mat). I also think that he'd absolutely be one of those hunters looking for all the old Hollywood ghosts, he'd be an expert about which myths were real or fake and have that locked down over there (Hollywood Babylon).

Pierre Gasly: Monster Movie x Simon Said

I am not saying Pierre is a shapeshifter, but I am saying that if he was he'd be doing the over the top camp and theatrics seen in Monster Movie. Also he like Dean has a way of finding out how to have fun even when things are extremely stressful. If he did have mind control powers he'd use them for good or not use them at all, but that doesn't mean he doesn't know how to use them or that he's not strong (Simon Said).

That's the end! Thank you for reading. This was just something silly I have been working on. It's mostly vibes based but I had a lot of fun putting it together.

*Carry on Wayward Son + F1 theme mashup starts playing*

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myceliumsunshine · 7 days ago

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hi hi hi what about sam/dean x oc/reader and a super angsty ask but like in s5 what if she was having nightmares of lucifer after he takes nick as a vessel and he was torturing her in her dreams, and then she never told anyone but she asked cas about it and then a couple of weeks later Dean and sam find out and she looks really tired because she hasn’t been sleeping a lot and then they ask her in front of cas what was happening, and then cas asks, “is it because of your nightmares” and then she tells them she’s been hallucinating him too??

Wow this was super long im sorry it’s ok if u don’t wanna write it

Me and the Devil - Sam Winchester

A/N - thanks so much for the request! and for the rest of you who all sent in requests, I am working my way through them the fastest I can! I don't know if this is exactly what you wanted @anxiety-prime-max, but I hope I delivered! Word Count: 2010

You’re tired.

Not the usual ‘I’ve been up since yesterday researching a case’ type of tired that you usually are. No. It’s settled in your bones, the type of tired you are.

The ‘I might never sleep again’ type of tired. The ‘no nap can help me now’ type of tired. You’re so tired, that if you died, you’d be glad, because at least you’d finally be sleeping. That’s how tired you are.

Your major lack of sleep was beginning to come noticeable. It showed in the bags under your eyes, the ones that no longer fit the requirements for carry ons, and instead had to be towed away under the plane. Your lack of sleep showed in the way your morning routine had changed. You no longer woke Sam from sleep, basking in each other’s presence until you were forced to get out of bed, gentle kisses pressed to eyelids and to tips of noses. Instead, you were out of bed the second Sam woke, beelining for the kitchen and basking in the presence of the coffee machine, gentle kisses pressed to the rim of your mug as you sipped on it.

The thing was, until recently, you hadn’t even drank coffee. You had always preferred tea, sipping on it slowly as your eyes flickered over your computer screen, researching whatever monster it was that your Winchester boys had found to hunt that week, grimacing as you realised how much time had went by based on the ice cold tea slipping down the back of your throat as you sculled it, not wanting it to go to waste.

Your new habits hadn’t gone unnoticed by the men you lived with. Sam and Dean - and occasionally Bobby and Castiel - were worried about you, worried about the changes in your personality. The way you seemed to drift from case to case, eyes unfocused, the way you seemed to twitch randomly, it hadn’t gone unnoticed by your friends.

You’re hurting.

Not the usual ‘a ghost threw me into a wall and my ribs ache’ type of hurt that it usually is. No. It’s nestled deep in your chest, the type of hurt you are.

Your heart feels like it’s going to explode sometimes. Your head feels like it already has. Your limbs are heavy, and your stomach has been replaced by a chainsaw, constantly revving, carving out your insides, churning and giving you the urge to throw up. You hurt so badly, that if you died, you’d be glad, because at least it would finally stop.

You flinched at every touch, whirling around to look at the offending person like they’d hit you. You jumped at every noise, eyes wide and hand whipping to the gun that was now always on your belt.

That was on the good days.

Some days, you couldn’t take it anymore. The fatigue lingering in your bones, the ache in your chest. You’d lay your head down on something, and the people closest to you would watch as you’d lay there, eyes closed but not asleep, twitching and flinching in the dead quiet.

Cas found you on one of those nights, in one of the cars in Bobby’s junkyard. You’d climbed up a stack of three cars, your eyes closed but not asleep, as you lay your head on the steering wheel, grateful for the fact that the horn no longer worked, and hadn’t for years.

The flap of wings made you twitch, the only acknowledgement for the man now sitting beside you.

“It is late.” When you don’t respond, he continues. “What ails you?”

You let out a loud sigh, wondering for a split second if you could beat your own skull in on the steering wheel, and if that would even make it stop. “I can’t sleep.”

“I can help with that.” Cas offers, and you look up from the steering wheel, eyes locking with his. He’s sincere, something he’s learnt since the beginning of the end of the world.

“You can’t help me, Castiel.” There’s a sadness in your eyes that feels older than Cas is. You wish he could help you. It pains you to deny his induced sleep.

“I could put you to sleep with a simple touch.” Cas informs you.

“It wouldn’t help. I… Castiel, whenever I fall asleep I wake up screaming. My nightmares keep me awake. So putting me to sleep wouldn’t help, because I’d be awake sooner rather than later.”

Cas tilts his head, pondering that. “A dreamless sleep then?”

You pause. “You can do that? Stop all of my dreams? All of my nightmares? A dreamless sleep?”

Cas nods, and some of the centuries old sadness leaves your eyes, replaced by a dim sense of hope. You nod slowly, and lay your head backwards on the seat, closing your eyes. Cas places a gentle hand on your forehead, and then, you’re asleep for the first time in three days, breathing steady and your body slack.

Cas watched over you, eyes flickering over your resting form, making sure you didn’t have any nightmares. When he deemed that you would sleep through the night, he was gone, signified by a rustling of wings.

Your screams graced the air not ten minutes later.

When Dean found you passed out in the back seat of the Impala a week later, and you punched him in the jaw, he knew that he and Sam had to do something.

Sam studied the bruise on his brother’s jaw, frowning at the angry mottle of purple and red that swirled together on his brother’s face. There was something wrong. Something seriously wrong. You would never punch Dean. Despite your profession, you despised violence, keeping the brother’s aggressive natures in check with your own passive one. It was one of the things Sam loved most about you. Even after it all, you were still the antithesis to the barbarity and viciousness that was Sam and Dean Winchester. Something sweet to come home to, something worth living for.

“We need to put an end to this.” Dean’s voice had no room for argument, not that Sam would have argued anyway. “Call Cas and tell him to meet us at Bobby’s. We’re doing an intervention.”

You twitched when the Impala’s engine fell silent. You opened your weary eyes, glancing out of the window to Bobby’s house. You pulled open the door, staggering out of the car and towards the house. Sam slammed your car door closed, and you flinched at the noise, stumbling slightly before righting yourself and continuing on your path.

Your eyes flickered across Bobby’s kitchen when you made it inside, settling on the pot of coffee. You found a mug, sniffing it and giving it a run around with some water to get rid of the dust inside before taking a reliving sip of slightly cold coffee.

You sighed contentedly, pouring yourself another cup and nursing it close to your chest, glancing around the house once more, now that you had some coffee in your system. Your eyes settled on Bobby, who was staring at you in concern, and Cas, who stood next to him, also staring at you.

“What?” You asked, taking another long sip of your coffee, pouring yourself another one. “What’s the matter?”

“You, kid. You’re scaring us.” You scoffed at Bobby, rolling your eyes and stalking past him to the other room, sitting down on the couch and tucking your legs up underneath yourself. The now group of four watched as you sat there with a book you’d nabbed from the side table, the one you’d left there the last time you’d been at Bobby’s, drinking your coffee and routinely twitching.

“Alright. What’s going on?” Dean asked, pulling up a chair and slinging his leg over it so that he was leaning his arms on the back of the chair, facing you. You looked up from your book, eyes narrow as you looked around the room.

“Nothing’s going on, Dean.” You said, turning back to your book. Your point was undercut by your flinch.

“Is this something to do with your lack of sleep?” Cas asks. “Have your nightmares been getting worse?”

You look over at Cas, shooting him a glare.

“What nightmares? What’s going on?” Sam asked, settling in beside you, a hand on your thigh.

“Nothing.” You deepen the glare you’re still shooting at Cas. Then you turn to Sam, eyes soft. “I told you, it’s nothing.”

Sam’s eyes grow sad, and you look into your lap. “You can tell me. I promise, baby, you can tell me anything. We just want to help.”

You look up, eyes looking between your friends. Bobby’s eyes are also sad, full of concern. Cas - well, you aren’t even sure if Cas knows what concern is, but he’s radiating understanding. Dean looks ready to fight - not you, but whatever it is that is hurting you, what’s causing you to act the way you are. And Sam, he looks just about ready to get down on his knees in front of you and beg, beg you to tell him what the matter is so he can fix it, so he can take away your pain.

You flinch at the loud crash that comes from behind them all.

Sam tilts his head, his hand coming to rest on your cheek. “What’s wrong, baby? Just tell us. We’ll fix it.”

“You can’t.” You croak out, your voice barely a whisper. You stare past him at your torturer. Sam turns slowly, looking over to the empty air.

“What do you see?” He asked softly, pulling your attention back to him. You look around to your friends, and the absolute exhaustion you feel is suddenly entirely visible to them all.

“I see him…” You admit, looking back to him. The hallucination sends you a flirty wave, and when you look back to Sam, he’s bleeding from his eyes, nose, and mouth. You twitch, closing your own eyes, and when you open them, the blood is gone.

“Who?” Dean asked, his eyes dark. Someone was taunting you, someone was doing this to you, and Dean wasn’t going to stand for it.

“Lucifer…” And there it is. The name is in the air, and looks are being shot between your friends. “At first it was just my dreams, dreams turned nightmares. I woke up screaming, so I started sleeping in the Impala, or the junkyard, so I would wake any of you up. But now he’s here, and he won’t ever let me sleep.”

There are tears running down your face now, and you shut your eyes, not willing to see the sympathetic and pitiful faces of your friends. You feel Sam’s hand come up to your cheek, wiping your tears, and you lean into it. You open your eyes to stare fondly at your lover, but let out a loud shriek, throwing yourself back off of the couch, as your eyes follow the hand from your face to Lucifer, who’d grinning like… well he’s grinning like the devil.

“What?! What’s going on?” Sam asks, by your side in a second, but you aren’t looking at him. You’re looking at Lucifer, tears streaming down your face.

“Please…” You beg the hallucination. “Please just leave me alone.”

Sam pauses at that, backing away to give you space, but you don’t pay attention to him. You stare mournfully at Lucifer, still so tired. When Lucifer sighs and disappears, you launch yourself into Sam’s arms. They’re around you immediately, a tight, grounding grip on the back of your shirt.

“What happened?” Cas asks, and you pull back from the hug to look at him, to look at Bobby and Dean as well.

“He’s gone. For now. But he’ll be back. He always is.”

Sam pulls you back into a hug, rubbing your back comfortingly. “We’re going to fix this, okay? I swear. If it takes killing Lucifer myself, then we’re going to fix this.”

Your companions nod. They would kill Lucifer. They would set you free.

But until then, you will be tired.

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samdeancass · 6 months ago

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Hunted

Pairing: Jack x fem!reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Characters: Jack, Y/N, Sam, Dean, Cas

Description: (set in Season 14) Jack is being hunted down by the angels and has to stay in lockdown at the bunker. Not being happy with this, Jack sneaks out whilst the others are on a hunt and is grabbed by the angels.

Jack has had a target on his back from the minute he was born. If it wasn't his father trying to get to him, it was the other angels hunting him down. He felt hopeless and trapped. He thought he could live his life the way you, Castiel and the Winchesters taught him. Instead, he had to stay holed up in the bunker for his safety and he was getting bored and frustrated.

"You guys do realize I can take care of myself, right? I'm the most powerful being on the planet." You paused packing your duffel to turn to him, an eyebrow raised and a smirk forming on your lips. "Someone's feeling cocky today, I see." You sighed and walked towards him, sitting beside him on the bed. "You know why you can't go out there, Jack. We know how powerful you are, but the angels are powerful too, and there's more of them. We just don't want you getting hurt. We want you to stay here where it's safe. I want you to stay here." Jack lifted your head to meet his, curling his fingers under your chin. "I love how much you all care about me, especially you my love." You smiled at his pet nickname and pecked his lips before continuing packing.

"Right, we'll be back in a day, two max, are you sure you'll be alright here by yourself?" Cas glanced over at Jack with a worried expression. He wanted to take him with you all on the hunt to keep an eye on him. However, you all agreed that the bunker was the safest place for him. Jack smiled and nodded. "Don't worry, Cas. I'll be alright. Besides, I can always call you if I need you." You placed a comforting hand on Cas's shoulder before walking towards Jack, placing your hands softly on his shoulders. Jack smiled down at you, adoration and love in his eyes. "Please be careful, my love." "Don't worry, I have the boys to keep me safe. Are you sure that you don't want Cas to stay behind with you? I hate the thought of you being here alone." Jack kissed the top of your head and nodded. "I'll be fine, don't worry." You hesitantly nodded and grabbed your duffel before heading towards the garage, taking one last look at Jack before leaving. Jack waited until he heard the Impala rumble in the distance before grabbing his jacket and heading out the door.

As Jack stepped out into the world, he couldn't shake the warnings from his mind. The angels were relentless and wouldn't hesitate to track him down if they sensed his presence. Moreover, demons had always shown an interest in his power, eager to manipulate him for their sinister purposes. Despite his confidence, Jack knew he had to be vigilant and cautious if he hoped to avoid these lurking threats. Since his father was locked away, the greater threat was the angels. Nevertheless, he couldn't let the threat of them stop him from living his life. He wanted to explore the outside world at his own pace, something that he hadn't been able to do yet with the ongoing adventures that you all had been on. Jack decided to keep his movements subtle, using shadows and sticking to less travelled paths to minimize his presence. He also relied on his innate ability to mask his energy, a skill he'd practised to perfection. This made it more difficult for angels to pinpoint his location. However, his efforts weren't nearly enough as Jack found himself down an alleyway surrounded by a group of angels.

As he stood there, Jack's heart raced, but he forced himself to remain calm. He recalled everything he'd learned from his friends about handling dangerous encounters. His mind raced with potential strategies, weighing the risks of confrontation against escape. Despite fear gripping him, Jack felt a spark of resolve; he was determined to protect himself, no matter what. He took a defensive stance, pulling out the angel blade from his sleeve. He lunged towards the angels facing him but they were too quick and jumped back. The angels at the back of Jack quickly grabbed him, causing his blade to clatter to the floor. He narrowed his eyes as the angel leader stepped out of the shadows, chuckling darkly. "Hello, Jack. I'm so glad we finally met. I've been looking forward to this since you were born." He stepped closer to Jack, but Jack didn't flinch. Instead, he looked the angel straight in the eye to show him that he wasn't scared. "Well, I have to say that this meeting isn't really up to my expectations. Is this what you do with everyone you come into contact with? Ambush them in a dark alley? Doesn't really give off the best first impression." The angel cackled. "No. But I do it to the ones I want something from." Jack felt anxiety, but he didn't let it show. "What do you want from me?" The angel leaned in closer with a sinister smirk. "I want your grace, Jack. I want to make the most powerful angels, and what better than with the grace of a Nephilim?" And with a click of his fingers, the other angels knocked Jack out and bustled him into the back of a van.

You had a strange feeling since leaving the bunker that something had happened. You trusted Jack with everything, but you knew his curiosity would get the better of him. Pulling your phone out, you pulled up his contact and dialled the number. Castiel could sense the change in your mood when Jack didn't pick up the phone. He placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. "I'm sure he's alright, Y/N. He's probably busy playing a video game or something." You nodded and took a deep breath to calm your nerves but the nagging feeling wasn't going away. "Dean, we need to turn back. There's something wrong, I can feel it." He looked at you through the driver's mirror and nodded, seeing your frantic expression. "Alright, princess. But if there's nothing wrong, you owe me." You laughed lightly in response, anxiously looking out of the window and trying not to let your thoughts wander.

When you arrived at the bunker, you immediately headed towards his room but there was no sign of him. "Jack, are you here? Please answer me." You waited a few seconds for a response but none came. You ran into the war room with tears streaming down your face. "He's not here. Something has happened. We need to find him." Sam gathers you in his arms, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "Don't worry, we'll find him." Sam takes you into the kitchen whilst Dean and Cas work on locating Jack. Cas collected some of his belongings and began searching for a location.

Jack awoke in a darkened room. He could feel someone's presence in the room. He slowly opened his eyes and saw an angel standing on the other side. The angel walked closer and Jack tried to escape. He struggled against the bonds that held his arms and feet in place on the chair. The angel loomed over Jack, settling an unpleasant feeling in his stomach. Fear and confusion gripped him as he tried to comprehend why he was being held captive. His heart raced, and his mind was a whirlwind of questions without answers. Despite the uncertainty, a spark of defiance flickered within him, determined not to give in to despair. "Get away from me. Right. Now." He powered up and his eyes began to glow. However, a sharp stabbing pushed its way through Jack's veins, causing him to cry out in pain. The angel cackled darkly. "These bonds were made specially for you and your power. The more power you try and use, the more it will hurt you." He leaned in closer to Jack's face. "Now, how about I tell you why you're here?" Jack groaned from the throbbing. "That would be a start." The angel stepped back and folded his hands across his chest. "I should have known you had a smart mouth, considering you live with the Winchesters and their pets. The girl is rather delicious, don't you think?" "Don't talk about her like that." "I knew that would hit a nerve." The angel circled Jack. "I've brought you here to give us your grace to make new angels. Now, I can take it willingly, or forcefully, your choice." Jack glared at the angel. "I'm not giving it to you." The angel sighed. "Then I'll have to take it from you." He clicked his fingers and a tray of instruments appeared in front of you, including a needle and a tube to drain him of his blood. "If you hurt me, Y/N's going to wish you'd never been created!" The angel laughed in his face, holding his arm down as he thrust the needle into his skin.

"I've found him. He's near, in an abandoned building just out of town." You breathed a sigh of relief but a new wave of anxiety passed through you. "What if we're too late? I never got to say I love him, he doesn't know!" This time, Dean comforted you. "When we find him, you can tell him that. He's a strong boy. There's no way he'll go without a fight. He lives with us." He winked at you, causing a small giggle to escape from you. Once you had the coordinates, you all gathered in the Impala and sped off towards the building.

Jack screamed as the angel cut into his skin. "The more you bleed, the more grace we'll have. I told you I'd take it from you." He placed small tubes under the cuts so that the blood could collect. Jack's face was filled with pain as the angel continued to work. He watched as the angel collected the blood in a vial. Once the vial was full, the angel left, leaving Jack alone in the room. Tears fell down his cheeks. He wished he had heeded your, Cas and the boys' warnings. He longed to hear your voice and feel your touch. Just as he was about to fall asleep, a loud crash down the corridor woke him up. "Where is he?!" His heart skipped a beat when he realised who the voice belonged to. "Y/N, I'm in here!" A few seconds later, the door broke down and you appeared in the doorway, anguish and relief evident on her features. You ran towards Jack, kneeling in front of him and cupping his face in your hands. Stray tears fell on his cheeks and you rubbed them away with your thumb. "Everything's alright now, we're here, I'm here." A commotion stirred up outside of the room and you stood up, taking a protective stance. You were relieved, however, when Sam and Dean appeared in the doorway, followed closely by Cas. Cas took away the bonds from Jack's hands and feet whilst the brothers helped him up from the chair. You gathered him in your arms and kissed his cheek. "Please promise me that you'll listen to us when we tell you not to do something." Jack chuckled lightly and nodded. "Trust me, it'll be a while before I go out again." With that promise, you trusted Jack with everything and you all returned to the Impala, happy and safe.

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angelickks · 2 days ago

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The three times Max attempted to flirt with Castiel and the one time it worked

warning (s): light swearing. awkward cas and max. all around fluff!

pairing: female oc! winchester x castiel

max's mlist!

ACT I: Porcelain Problems and Angelic Hands

The Winchesters found themselves holed up in a haunted antique store in Vermont that looked like it would sell cursed clown figurines and smelt like old socks and secrets. Which is another way of saying: perfect hunt conditions.

Max held the creepy porcelain doll at arm’s length using tongs, her expression somewhere between disgust and the kind of sarcastic reverence usually reserved for cursed objects and cheap whiskey. Dean paced near the salt bags.

“Just salt and burn that creepy fuckin’ thing! Salt the creepy doll dammit!"

Sam, half buried in books on haunted antiques, replied “We can’t, this thing’s bound to a soul. Burn it wrong, and we could take out the whole building.”

Max raised an eyebrow. “So..no flamethrower. Shame”

Behind her, Castiel stood silently, eyes fixed on the doll like it personally offended Heaven. His head tilted. His brow furrowed.

“Hand it to me,” Cas muttered. Max obliged, holding the thing at arm’s length with the tongs.

“You know,” Max started lightly, “for an angel of the Lord, you’ve got really nice hands.��

Cas blinked. Looked down at his hands. Then at the doll, then back at her.

“Thank you. I…use them frequently.”

Max blinked

Dean dropped a canister of salt with a loud clang. “What the hell was that supposed to be?”

“I think that was his version of blushing,” Max deadpanned.

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ACT II: Pickup Line from Heaven

Two nights later, the haunted doll was long gone, the soul safely freed, the group had checked themselves into a suspiciously pink motel outside of Albany. Max found herself out by the Impala in the cool night air, sharpening her demon blade by moonlight.

Cas appeared quietly beside her, like he always did. Silent. Comfortable in that uncomfortably intense way.

Max glanced sideways and decided, to hell with it.

“So…” she started, “do you fall from Heaven often, or just that once?”

Cas turned to look at her, face utterly blank. Processing.

“I did fall once,” he said sincerely. “It was extremely painful. I do not recommend it.”

She stared at him as he stared right back. A dog barking in the distance broke their silence.

“That was a pickup line,” she muttered.

Cas looked mildly alarmed. “I did not drop anything”

She put her face in her hands. “Oh my god, Iʻm flirting with a holy firewall wearing a trenchcoat.”

Cas stepped closer. “Am I… doing poorly?”

Max groaned. “No, Castiel. You’re doing perfectly. That’s the problem.”

Dean opened the door just then and walked out holding a second beer for Max. He stopped. Took one look at Max standing in emotional crisis and Cas looking like a confused golden retriever.

Turned around. Shut the door.

Dean, muffled through the window: “Nope. Not tonight."

Dean jumped at the abrupt bang on the door. Turning around slowly only to make eye contact with Max’s blade lodged into the door.

“Y’know kids shouldn’t play with sharp objects, young lady!”

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ACT III: One Honest Moment

The third time it happened, Max hadn't meant to flirt. That's what made it worse.

They were holed up in an abandoned house, post hunt, Dean asleep and Sam plugged in on his computer. She was carving a protection sigil into her boots, one she redid every hunt. Cas watched quietly from the doorway, as he often did when the world got quiet.

She finally glanced up.

"If you weren't an angel," she asked softly, "what would you be?"

Cas tilted his head slightly, caught off guard by the question but not displeased.

“I think,” he said slowly, “I would like to be someone who makes things with their hands. Like you.”

Max stilled. Looked up at him, really looked.

And for a second, she forgot how to breathe.

Cas stepped closer. His voice was lower now.

“You create. You protect. You stitch the broken back together. That is… divine.”

She blinked fast, suddenly unsure what to do with all the emotions attacking her chest.

And then Cas added, with the devastating sincerity only he could deliver:

"Also, you are very symmetrical. That is attractive to many humans."

Max choked on her tea.

Sam, passing in the hallway, paused.

"Is...is he complimenting your bone structure?"

Max sputtering, "He said I'm hot like a human geometry chart!"

Cas, confused but pleased. "You are."

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author's note - AGH!! first little drabble posted about max and cas. had sm fun with this one! as always, feel free to leave feedback darlings!

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fafi-and-oblivia · 2 years ago

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About Oblivia!

Hello! You can call me Oblivia! I am one of two admins on this account. Feel free to talk to me about Buzzfeed Unsolved, Jack Manifold (+other youtubers/streamers), Taylor Swift, MCR, Lovejoy, Fall Out Boy, BTS, Minecraft, Cryptid Coffeehouse, baseball, and many other things!!

I will write: angst, fluff, fics, headcanons, character x reader

I will not write: NSFW, yandere, gore, anything morally wrong (pls use common sense, I will just delete asks with typical taboo topics), I also will not write for real people, or character x character.

Fandoms/characters I write! Asterisks(*) denote favorites to write. List is subject to change!

Blooming Panic (current obsession): Nightowl*, Quest, Xyx*, NakedToaster*, Two2, BIGLADY*, Onionthief*

Harry Potter (fuck JKR): Harry Potter, Ron Weasley*, Hermione Granger, Neville Longbottom*, Seamus Finnigan, Oliver Wood*, Draco Malfoy, Matteo Riddle, Lorenzo Berkshire

Percy Jackson: Percy Jackson*, Annabeth Chase, Luke Castellan*, Jason Grace*, Leo Valdez*, Piper McLean*, Frank Zhang, Hazel Levesque, Connor Stoll*, Lityerses, pretty much anyone!

The Quarry: Ryan Erzahler*, Dylan Lenivy*, Nick Furcillo, Jacob Custos, Abi Blyge, Max Brinly, Kaitlyn Ka*

Supernatural: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester*, Castiel, Kevin Tran*, Jack Kline, Charlie Bradbury

TSITP (boycotting season 2 bc I hate Belly): Jeremiah Fisher*, Conrad Fisher, Steven Conklin

To All The Boys/XO, Kitty: Josh Sanderson, Peter Kavinsky, Kitty Song-Covey, Min Ho*

The Umbrella Academy: Diego*, Five, Klaus

Bones: Zack Addy*, Vincent Nigel-Murray*, Wendell Bray, James Aubrey, Angela Montenegro*

The Haunting of Bly Manor: Dani, Jamie*

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raikkoberg · 2 years ago

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I'd like to thank @kimissteeringwheel for the tag!

Pairing/Shippy list!

Here's the rules:

1. List your top seven ships

2. Put all of them in order of your love for them; 7 to 1, 1 being your favorite.

3. Name their fandom.

4. Supply photos for said people.

So here we go-

7. Jenson Button x Fernando Alonso [Ship Name: Buttonso / Jensonando]

Fandom: Formula 1 RPF

Reasons: Because why not? They have the chemistry, they have the potential, they have their own thing going on every now and then- give me a good reason to not ship these dorks.

6. Napoleon Solo x Illya Kuryakin [ Ship Name: Napollya / Illeon]

Fandom: The Man From U.N.C.L.E. [movie 2015]

Reason: Pure Grumpy x Sunshine trope. Illya is shot tempered and keeps himself isolated most of the time, but Napoleon knows how to get under his skin (👀) and adores his Red Peril to death. I mean, he literally jumped in those deep waters to save his life- what more prrpf do you need?

5. Charles Leclerc x Max Verstappen [ Ship Name: Lestappen/Verleclerc ]

Fandom: Formula 1 RPF

Reason: Seriously? You need a reason? Aren't those subtle touches on Charles' lower back after the podiums, or even when they're close to each other, not enough? Isn't that habit of Max not being able to stand in one place after seeing his favorite Ferrari boy enough? Isn't their inability to not mention each other once in every interview ever enough? They're the definition of "Love is blind"

4. Mika Häkkinen x Michael Schumacher [Ship Name: Makkinen/ Mikael]

Fandom: Formula 1 RPF

Reasons: The classic Finn x German trope. They say they're not friends yet can't seem to leave each other alone. They basically defined each other's lives in the sport and outside of it by staying side by side in every battle. A win wouldn't feel like a win to any of them if not snatched by the other one.

3. Carlos Sainz Jr x Lando Norris [ Ship Name: Carlando / Muppet Friends ]

Fandom: Formula 1 RPF

Reasons: THEY'RE MY COMFORT SHIP!!!! They take care of each other, mention each other everywhere, go on golf dates (and dates) with each other, spend time with each other on family weddings/holidays and even after it's been three years since Carlos switched teams, their bond keeps on getting deeper and deeper. And these two were the ones people initially thought would not get along. They proved everyone wrong, and still are. I personally believe both of them progressed a lot as a personality after meeting each other. Specially in Lando's case- He's a big brother to Oscar now. Carlando for life!

2. Nico Rosberg x Lewis Hamilton [ Ship Name: Brocedes / Rosmilton ]

Fandom: Formula 1 RPF

Reasons: REASONS??? FOR WHAT EXACTLY??? Both of them come from two totally different worlds and background - one with everything and one with almost nothing. Nico grew up in a lavish lifestyle but he established that friendship doesn't care about your background. It's just friendship. And he had his fair share with Lewis, a little boy from the UK who found a friend in a place and time he least expected to be. They went on vacations together, raced each other as teammates - both in karting and F1, which was a dream they both promised each other of when they were practically babies. But the same dream tore them apart later in life and they're so close and yet so far. And the fact that it's not fictional is just tragic.

Honourable Mentions:

Destiel [ Dean Winchester x Castiel] - Supernatural

Cherik [ Charles Xavier x Erik Lehnsherr]- X-Men Universer

Stony [ Steve Rogers x Tony Stark] - Marvel Cinematic Universe

Johnlock [Sherlock Holmes x John Watson]- The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes

Hannigram [Will Graham x Hannibal Lecter] - Hannibal.

AND DRUMROLL 🥁

1. Kimi Räikkonen x Sebastian Vettel [ Ship Name: Simi / Kibastian ]

Fandom: Formula 1 RPF

Reasons: Who else has ever had the ability to make the Iceman smile bar the little unhinged sassy German that we all love and worship the most? Kimi is so comfortable with his surroundings when around Seb and actually laughs and speaks by his own will! They both spend time playing badminton and Kimi actually addresses Seb as his friend. Like- is this a dream? IT'S REAL!!!! Get yourself someone who smiles at you the way they both smile at each other. And after all- it's Sebastian. You can't resist his charm- no one can ✨

Like look at them:

Uff. This was a long post but I enjoyed it. Thanks a lot to everyone who read it to the end.

I'd like to tag @thatquirkycookie, @sebbuh , @wdkzms, @rednyx-sf, @muppet-friends and @sainzinnorris to participate. And anyone who sees this post and wants to do this obviously. No pressure though. Do it only if you feel like it!

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prettybillycore · 2 years ago

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Stranger Things Have Happened In Hawkins || Harringrove x Reader (4/4)

Pairing(s): Billy Hargrove x Winchester!reader x Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson

Dean Winchester x Castiel

Universe: crossover supernatural universe x stranger things universe

Summary: The final part of the series– what will happen when Billy comes back to life?

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 10.3k

Warnings: Canon Typical Violence/Gore

Read it on this post (under the cut) or on AO3

Time continued on, as it always does. You talked to Jonathan on the phone a few times a month, just to keep in touch with everything going on in California. El was always happy to hear from you when you called. Your calls were never very long; contact between Hawkins and the California kids was kept minimal. Even still, you managed to give them updates on the hellfire club and your work on the Camaro. Life was sad, yet peaceful. You and the Hawkins kids had found a new home in your school lives; the Hellfire Club. Eddie Munson was the star of your world right now. He was funny and genuine; he made you feel safe. Aside from Steve and previously Billy, Eddie’s presence was where you felt the safest. You had gone from middle of the road to full on nerd, but you didn’t care. You cut your Hellfire shirt into a cropped tank top and wore it with pride. Steve was still one of your closest companions, but since he had graduated your world focused almost entirely around the Hellfire Club. Robin teased you for your devotion to dungeons and dragons; she called you Queen Y/n Winchester, mother of nerds. Even through her teasing, you knew she was happy for you. She and Steve both supported you being in a club that occupied so much of your time. Talking about your characters and campaigns was one of the only things that ever made you smile now.

Between August and March, nothing supernatural happened. You all were able to go about your days entirely normally. Robin and Steve worked at Family Video, you and the kids were busy with the Hellfire Club, and the California crew were doing their best to get settled in such a different place. Even though nothing monstrous happened, that doesn’t mean those months were uneventful. You spent most of your time trying to heal your broken heart. Your life had been made up of so many losses you were almost afraid of gaining anything new. You were so happy to have new friends around, but at the same time you were worried about loosing them. You couldn’t bare the thought of losing anyone else close to you. It took awhile, but you eventually opened up to Eddie about how Billy’s death had effected you. One night in September, after a Hellfire Club meeting, you had Eddie over to your house.

Max was surprised by Eddie’s presence at first, but she didn’t mind him. She left the two of you to talk on the hood of the Camaro after a little while. You were both laying down, gazing up at the maze of stars in the night sky. A stillness had fallen over you both after a bout of laughter.

“So this is the Camaro I’ve heard so much about. Any closer to getting it running again?” Eddie asked. His voice was calm and filled with genuine curiosity.

“I think so,” you answered. “I’m still trying to get a few parts for the engine, but I think if I can get them, she’ll run again, just like before.”

You heard him take a deep breath in response before you felt his eyes shift toward you. “Do you think getting the car to run again will ease your grief?”

The question only caught you a little off guard; you honestly half expected this conversation to turn to Billy at some point. You and Eddie had been slowly getting closer over the last few months and he did deserve some sort of insight into your mind. You weren’t ready to open up about the upside down or your life before Hawkins, but you felt comfortable enough with him to talk a little about your lost love. “I like to think it will,” you answered honestly. “I connected with Billy on a level I haven’t been able to with anyone else. We both came from broken homes made by broken parents that were filled to the brim with traumatic experiences; yet somehow we were able to pull the happiness and joy out of each other. I’ve been having a hard time finding my spark since he died. I have been putting a lot of faith into the idea that a ride in this hunk of junk would help me get that spark back. I don’t know if it will, but I’m afraid of who I’ll become if I stop trying to find that joy again. I don’t want to go back to how I felt before I started working on the Camaro.”

Eddie pursed his lips. “Has anything helped you feel better, other than working on the Camaro?”

You sighed, closing your eyes. You knew the answer to the question that Eddie has set in front of you, but you felt silly saying it. “Can I be honest with you, Munson?”

“Of course, totally,” he replied without a second thought.

You opened your eyes again and looked toward him. His gaze was latched to yours instantly. “The only thing that has helped me feel better has been playing DnD with all of you in the Hellfire Club.” You both cracked smiles before you continued. “When Billy was around, I ran DnD nights for his little sister and some of her friends, including Henderson, Wheeler, and Sinclair. I had a hell of a time being the DM and we had a fucking awesome campaign going, but when Billy died, I lost all interest in DMing. I didn’t leave the house for weeks. I made everyone worry and I had absolutely lost every creative bone in my body. It’s why it took so much convincing from Dustin and you for me to join Hellfire… but I’m really glad I listened to you two. Sometimes I miss DMing, but playing alongside Dustin and the others has given me back a small bit of joy. It’s like a little glimpse of hope. It sounds really fucking cheesy to say, but it’s true.”

“I’m glad the club has helped,” Eddie answered. “I remember seeing you around before everything that happened in July. You always had such a brightness to you; I would love to see you get that back.” You looked away from him briefly after that comment. It stung you in a way you can’t describe; a deep guttural cut. “Sorry, that was creepy of me to say.”

You shook your head a bit. “No, you’re good Eddie. Just… thank you for taking me into Hellfire. It means more to me than you know.”

“You’re always welcome at Hellfire, Y/n. I’ll– We’ll always have a place for you.”

| < ♥️ > |

After that night, Eddie kept an even closer eye on you at school than he did before. He planned a horror-themed one-shot for the week of Halloween. The whole club was at the edge of their seats all of October. Eddie was writing things in his DM notebook during every free minute he had; everyone was excited to see what he had come up with for the spooky special occasion. Outside of the club’s horror one-shot, the school was buzzing with anticipation for homecoming week. It, much like Halloween, was in October for Hawkins High. The homecoming dance was at the front of many students’ minds. You and the Hellfire club were not so excited about the dance; it wasn’t the kind of social event that most of you enjoyed. Jason Carver, however, was incredibly eager to get you to go to the dance with him. Despite your nerd status, he was still chasing after you. He corned you at your locker one afternoon.

You were gathering your books from your locker when a hand pressed against the locker next to yours. Your heart ached when you saw the letterman jacket; until your registered that this person was wearing that instead of a leather one, your brain let you believe for a second it was Billy. You tried to keep your emotions off your face as you turned around to find it was Jason. “What do you want, Carver?” Your discomfort about how close he was to you would have been clear to anyone who saw you. It was written all over your face, despite your best efforts.

“I want you to come to the homecoming dance with me.” He said it with so much confidence it almost made you gag. Even though you had been turning him down for over a month, he was really sure that you would want to accompany him to a dance.

“I can’t.”

“Can’t or won’t?” he asked.

“Both,” you huffed.

“What do you mean?”

“I can’t because I have prior engagements with the Hellfire Club the night of the dance and I won’t because you’re a massive fucking dick,” you replied. You splayed your mouth into a wide smile, just to piss him off further.

“You would rather hang out with a band of freaks and play pretend than go out with me?”

You furrowed your eyebrows and crossed your arms. “Yes, was that not already abundantly clear from the amount of times I have rejected you?”

“You really are just a dumb bitch, aren’t you?”

You scoffed. “Excuse me?”

“Your sorry excuse for a boyfriend has been dead for months and instead of trying to move on with someone who could give you anything you could ever want, you play make-believe with a bunch of nobodies. You probably fell for Munson like the dumb bitch you are. It would be just like you to fall for a fuckin’ freak. You were friends with the Byers boys, afterall.” Jason shook his head. “There’s no way Hargrove saw anything in you other than a hot body. You’re just a whore for anyone who listens to metal music and smokes.”

You knew Jason had a lot of audacity, but you never ever would have expected him to say something like that. His comment left you feeling speechless. It was ruthless toward not only you, but toward Billy, Will, Jonathan, and Eddie. Your blood was so hot it felt like it was boiling you front the inside. You were about to give Jason a piece of your mind, but you were interrupted by two of your favorite people cutting into the conversation. Steve pulled Jason away from you and Eddie was instantly in his face. “In my opinion, this is just about the worst way you could ever try to ask someone out.” He seethed. “So let’s set something straight Carver, Y/n is a member of the Hellfire Club, which means she’s under the protection of said Hellfire Club. I make sure my members stay safe from bullies like you. Since you think I’m so weird and scary I would suggestion you stay away from Y/n from now on because if you don’t you’ll have to deal with me and you wouldn’t want to contract some kind of nerd disease, would you?” Eddie gave Jason the same kind of smile you had a few minutes ago. It made you giggle inside, though you managed to keep a straight face.

“And I know I graduated,” Steve said, “but I am still in Hawkins. Y/n is like family to me and I am not afraid to bruise your ego if it means protecting her.” He let go of Jason and sighed. “Keep her and Billy’s names out of your mouth. You have no idea what their relationship was like and the impact his death had on her. She has every right to stay single as long as she feels she needs to. The death of someone that close to you doesn’t just get brushed under the rug. It hurts you for a long time.”

Jason huffed in annoyance. “Come on, Harrington. It hasn’t been that long since you graduated. You know Munson is weird as hell and Y/n needs a real man to put her in her place. Munson can’t do jack shit for her.”

Steve sighed. “You really just ignored every word I said.”

“Just stay out of our lives, Carver. This shit isn’t worth it,” Eddie spat. “C’mon, Y/n. Let’s go.”

You followed Eddie and Steve outside to the parking lot, where Dustin and Robin were waiting. “You okay, Y/n?” Robin asked.

“Mostly. How did you know something was going on?” you questioned.

“I saw Jason corner you so I ran out here to get Steve. He’s driving me to work today,” she explained.

“Eddie and I were nearby and overheard what Robin was saying, so Eddie offered to go in with Steve,” Dustin finished. “Are you sure you’re okay, Y/n?”

You nodded. “Yeah, I’m sure. Thanks, guys. I could have handled it, but I’m glad I didn’t have to. I appreciate what you all did.”

“Anytime, Winchester,” Eddie replied with a small smile.

“Need a ride home?” Steve asked.

You shook your head. “No, but thanks, Stevie. I can’t leave Baby here overnight. Dean would murder me if he found out I did.” You both knew Dean would never find out, but Steve respected your reasoning.

“Drive safe, Y/n, and if you need anything call Family Video. Robin and I are scheduled to work until 9 tonight,” Steve answered.

“Will do, thanks again, Steve, and you too, Eddie.”

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The Halloween one-shot was a smashing success and the whole club was completely absorbed in the storyline. Half of the characters died before your party even made it to the final boss battle, but none of you really minded. The game was thrilling no matter if you were playing or just watching. November sent a chill down everyone’s spines as it started. Cold air really started to really clutch Hawkins. You and Max were both bundled up in a mix of Dean and Billy’s clothes most days for school that month. Both of them had comfy jackets and shirts that brought you both a small sense of security. It wasn’t much, but wearing their jackets as protection from the frosty air did bring you and Max some extra (much-needed) peace.

Jason stopped bothering you after the day in the hallway. He had his eyes refocused on a girl named Chrissy Cunningham. You had only spoken to her a few times, but she seemed like a sweetheart and you felt a bit bad that she had become Jason’s next target. You truly wished her the best with that as you fell back into your obsession with dungeons and dragons. With every day that passed, you grew closer to Eddie and you couldn’t help but hear Jason’s words in your mind: There’s no way Hargrove saw anything in you other than a hot body. You’re just a whore for anyone who listens to metal music and smokes.

Every time that thought came to you, you did your best to just shake it off. Billy had only been gone a few months and you were definitely still grieving his death. You felt weird enough having romantic feelings still for Steve; you became anxious at the thought that you could be falling for Eddie already too.

“Hey Winchester, are you listening?” Eddie’s voice broke through the very loud thoughts that were bouncing around the inside of your skull.

You blinked a few times and looked toward the head of your lunch table. Many of the members of Hellfire were looking your way, including Eddie. His gaze was absolutely piercing. “I am now.”

“Keep your eyes on the prize, Y/n. We’re talking about our next campaign. It’s going to carry our club all the way through March,” he scolded lightly.

“March? That’s a long ass campaign,” you joked.

“It’s a very important story; it deserves enough space to be told properly.”

You nodded and did your best to stay focused on what Eddie and the other members of your club were discussing. It got harder to concentrate the longer lunch went on, but you did your best to appear like you were listening. You were truly interested in the conversation, but you felt like you were being swallowed whole by your anxiety. It felt impossible to focus on the campaign with everything swirling around your head. “Winchester!” Eddie’s voice cut through the fog again. “What is going on with you today?”

Your eyes refocused on your friends again and you saw Dustin looking at you with a worried expression. You looked to Eddie for some sort of comfort, but his expression held mostly annoyance with a hint of concern. Your chest felt heavy and you looked away from your friends. “My mind is elsewhere today,” you replied. You fumbled with your walkman and headphones for a second. Your hands were shaking and you could feel them becoming increasingly cold. “I think I need to go.” You put your headphones over your ears, giving the party no further explanation before grabbing your tray, dumping its contents in the garbage, and hastily exiting the cafeteria. Normally, if you got anxious during school hours you would just excuse yourself to the bathroom for a few minutes. You could feel that this was going to be a stronger anxiety attack than usual though, so you headed straight for Baby. Tears were falling down your face before you made it to the Impala, but the parking lot was mostly empty because of the time of day, so you weren’t seen by anyone. You quickly hopped into the back and curled into a ball across the bench seat. The car was cold without the heater on, but with the doors closed there was no wind, so you didn’t so much mind the chilliness. It just seemed like everything was too much. You missed your family and Billy so much. You were mourning so many losses and yet you still carried yourself forward every day. The world felt like it was crumbling down around you and you couldn’t place exactly where your anxiety was coming from. Was it a wave of grief or was it triggered by the idea of moving on from Billy? Or the idea of spending another Christmas without Dean and Cas? You didn’t know and you just curled into yourself tighter as your body was wrecked with sobs.

You cried in the back seat until you felt well enough to drive yourself away from school. You knew your friends would be worried about you, but you also knew you could call and update them later. Right now, you needed to take care of yourself and you knew that you needed to get out of the school parking lot. You got yourself in the driver’s seat and quickly drove yourself to Steve’s house. His parents were still never around, so you didn’t worry too much about them being there. You knew he didn’t have work today and you felt bad for interrupting his peace, but you needed someone who knew the details about your life experiences to give you some comfort. Steve came running up to your car door before you even had time to turn off the Impala. He heard your tires screeching from inside the house. “What’s happened, Y/n?” he asked. You saw him scanning your features; his eyes were full of concern.

You tried to speak, but your throat was so dry, not a single syllable came out of your mouth. Tears started falling again out of frustration and you climbed out of the car. Steve instantly wrapped his arms around you and another wave of sobs came over you. He held you close to his chest and you could hear his rapid heartbeat. You felt terrible for causing him stress, but your mind began to get quieter as he rested a hand on the back of your head. “I can’t do it anymore, Steve.”

“Do what, Y/n?”

“Live like this.”

Steve’s heart absolutely shattered as those words exited your mouth and his grip on you became even tighter. “I’ve got you, Y/n, you’re safe with me. I don’t know what exactly is going on, but I promise I’m here for you. We’ll figure it out together.”

| < ♥️ > |

December went by in a blink. You found yourself pulling away from the Hellfire Club just a little bit as midterms approached. You still loved DnD and your friends, but your grief was worsening again in tandem with your depression. Eddie made a point to talk to you every school day. He spoke at a lower volume than usual and with a softness that was almost unfamiliar. It reminded you of that night back in September when you opened up to him about Billy. He tried you with kindness and gentle gestures that made your heart swoon; though your responses to him were small, he could tell that you appreciated his efforts. When it came time for you to go home on the last day before Winter Break, he made sure to give you a tight hug and remind you that he was just a phone call away. You hugged him back and promised that if anything went wrong you’d give him a call. You took Max back to your house; Steve was already there when you got home. You had given him the spare key to your home since he had been helping you with your mental health. He had three mugs full of hot chocolate ready when you and Max walked in the front door. She thanked him and headed off to her room to decompress after the stressful day of midterms.

Steve smiled at you and handed you your mug. “How do you think your tests went today?” he asked. The two of you made your way over to the living room couch.

You shrugged as you both sat down. “Honestly, I have no idea. Mr. Herschel fucking sucks at teaching history and Ms. G’s grading varies a lot.”

Steve took a big swig of his hot chocolate. “Well no matter what your grades end up being, I’m proud of you for making it through this semester.”

“Thanks Steve.”

“Always, Y/n.”

| < ♥️ > |

Max went to spend Christmas with her mom, so it was just you and Steve on Christmas Eve. You spent a large portion of the day in a somber mood, but Steve did cheer you up with some Christmas movies and silly dancing to Metallica in your living room. In the evening, you found yourselves snuggled together on the couch. There was pretty much no space between you, but that had become commonplace over the last few weeks. Steve never made you feel uncomfortable and you knew that you were completely safe with him. You both buzzed with feelings for each other. You also both felt the weight of grieving Billy. It is what kept you in the liminal space between friends and more. Steve didn’t shy away as you began to rest your head on his shoulder.

“Enjoying Christmas Eve?” he asked. He leaned his head gently on yours. You closed your eyes and breathed in deeply. Your senses were filled with the sounds of the crackling fire and the smell of Steve’s cologne.

“Mhm…” you mused.

“Me too,” he replied quietly.

“The house feels strangely empty, but it’s also kind of peaceful,” you mumbled.

“Yeah, it is.” You two fell into more comfortable silence as a Christmas movie continued on in the background. Between the fire and Steve’s body heat, you had no idea it was even cold outside. You stayed in the peaceful quiet until the movie ended and Steve flicked off the tv. You curled into his side a little bit more and focused your thoughts on the fireplace. The flames danced and sang to you in a way that you found absolutely beautiful. Steve pulled away to look at you after a few moments. You tossed him a confused look in return.

“You alright, Stevie?”

His eyes combed over your face. “Yeah, I’m alright.”

“What are you thinking about?” You didn’t really need to ask. You could tell by the way his eyes were flicking between yours and your lips exactly where his mind was.

“Would you be okay if I kissed you right now?” His voice was so soft it was almost a whisper.

Your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest. You could feel Billy’s energy around you; buzzing with hope of you finally having some happiness. “I think I could be okay,” you replied just as softly. Steve gently grasped your chin and pulled your lips to his.

| < ♥️ > |

January was the first month where Steve didn’t hide his feelings anymore. You didn’t tell anyone that you were dating, but Max knew by his increased presence in your house that something had changed. You were both a little afraid of what labeling your relationship meant. It pained you both that Billy wasn’t there to be a part of it. Steve showered you with affection and flowers every chance he got. He also visited Billy’s grave a few times to bring your boy some flowers as well. Your heart began to swell in a way it had only ever done for Billy. You were falling madly in love with Steve; and you were beginning to be okay with it.

The members of the Hellfire Club noticed the change in your mood when you returned to school from break. Eddie, as always, kept a close eye on you. It didn’t go unnoticed that Steve picked you up from school in the Impala some days. He didn’t know exactly what was going on, but he knew something happened between you and Steve. He continued to check on you every day and chatted to you about plans for the club campaign. You were back to your old self again; laughing and joking with him about his dungeon master powers. He was a little bit jealous of whatever you and Steve had going on, but he did have to admit; Harrington probably saved your life that holiday season.

“So, Winchester, what are your plans for the evening?” Eddie asked. He was walking you to the Impala, as he always did.

You shrugged. “Nothing much. I think Steve, Max, Dustin, and I are going to go to the arcade. We’ve been trying to get Max out of the house a bit more. I can tell that Billy’s death is still really affecting her.”

Eddie nodded. “Well, the arcade sounds like a good idea then. Max really likes gaming, right?”

You agreed, “Yeah, she does… would you like to join us, Eddie? There’s no pressure, but you’re welcome to come along if you would like to.”

Eddie looked toward Steve, who was standing by the driver’s door of the Impala. He knew Steve thought he was weird; that much was obvious. Though, the two of them had you connecting them right now and he knew it would be good if he could get Steve to open up to him a bit more. “As long as Steve doesn’t mind, I’d be happy to.”

Steve tosses you both the gentle smile that you loved so much. “Fine by me, we can fit five of us in the Impala.”

“What’s happening?” Dustin asked as he and Max approached the car.

“Eddie’s going to join us for our trip to the arcade.”

Dustin smiled brightly. “Yo, that’s awesome!”

You reached out and ruffled his hair. “You’re in the middle seat kid, go put your stuff in the trunk and load up.” Dustin huffed slightly at the middle seat comment, but he and Max both went to get settled in the car. “Eddie you can also toss your stuff in the trunk and you can sit in whichever seat Max doesn’t pick. If I had to guess, that would be the seat behind the driver’s.”

He nodded and began to situate his bag. “Thanks for letting me join.”

You smiled and Steve tossed him a nod, “No problem, Munson.”

| < ♥️ > |

February was the last month of quiet Hawkins got. Your connections with your friends out in California were growing smaller and smaller every day. You missed them all terribly, but your schedules were all getting busier and the universe just seemed completely opposed to you staying connected. El and you had established a more direct line of communication through your powers, so you still felt connected to her. She didn’t have her powers anymore, but there was still some lingering power around her that lead you to be able to reach out to her. She kept you updated on the trials and tribulations of the California group, and you filled her in on your Hawkins lives as much as you could. She was always curious about Mike; who you knew the least about. You two had never gotten along. El was understanding of that and was appreciative of the little bit of information you had on the Wheeler boy. When your connection to her destabilized you would wave goodbye quickly and breathe deeply out.

Steve was standing in the doorway of your bedroom. His arms were crossed over his chest. “How is everyone?” he asked.

You shrugged. “Overall okay. Things feel too quiet.”

He chuckles, “You just worry too much.”

| < ♥️ > |

You realized in March that you don’t worry too much. The erieeness you sensed around the peace in Hawkins was justified in the third month of the year. You woke up from a particularly violent nightmare about Billy around 4 am. No one was staying at your house that night so you just wiped the tears from your eyes and made your way outside to the camaro. It was almost in perfect working order now, you hadn’t tried to turn it on yet, but you decided that you were ready to try. All of Billy’s smaller items didn’t feel like him anymore. They all held your own energy at this point and after the nightmare you had, you wanted to feel his energy, not your own. You placed yourself in the driver’s seat and stabbed the key into the ignition. You let out a deep breath before stepping on the break and turning the key. To your excitement and slight surprise, the engine roared to life. It felt like Billy was in the passenger seat his energy was so laced in the leather and motor oil. You laughed with joy and pulled out of the yard. The streets were dead because it was so early in the morning. “I DID IT, BILLY! Billy I did it.”

You road around in the Camaro until about 7 am when you decided to pull into Steve’s driveway. He ran to the front door when he heard the engine outside. His confusion turned into a huge smile when he saw what you were driving in. “Holy Shit!” He yelled as he ran up to your door. You hopped out of the car, mirroring his smile. He planted a kiss on your cheek. “I knew you could do it, babe. Billy is totally cheering right now.”

You nodded back, but you didn’t get a picture of Billy happy in your mind. You got an image of him standing behind Steve; cleaning a gun. He looked dirty, tired, and worse for wear. He perked up at the sound of something approaching him. He shot the gun at whatever was getting close to him before returning to cleaning it. You blinked a few times and your vision focused back on Steve. “Yeah, I’m sure he’s really happy, where ever he is.”

The Hellfire Club erupted in the parking lot of Hawkins High when they saw the Camaro roll up. There were a lot of stares from other students, but you didn’t care. Eddie was instantly at your door when you parked. “Look at this shit! It sounds like it’s a brand-new car.”

You beamed at him, “I don’t know if it sounds that good, but I am so excited it’s up and running again! Maybe before we start playing tonight I could take you on a joy ride.”

His smile mirrored yours, “Hell yeah. Wouldn’t miss an opportunity like that for the world. We could do a few laps around the neighborhood before Hellfire.”

You turned the Camaro off and grabbed your bag. “Sounds like a plan, Munson.”

Max and Dustin caught your attention as they came running up to the two of you. “Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!” Dustin yelled.

“You did it!” Max shouted. She threw herself into your side, her arms were tightly around your waist.

Your heart swelled as you hugged her back. “We did it! I couldn’t have made it happen without the support of all of you.” You felt Max smile and watched Dustin’s face light up with joy. “I was just offering Eddie a joy ride. Maybe I can take you freshmen to the arcade this weekend?”

Dustin nodded excitedly and Max joined him after she pulled away from the hug. “That would be Bitchin’,” Max joked.

“Fantastic,” you replied.

“The arcade?” Eddie asked. “That sounds like fun, maybe we could make it a Hellfire club plus Ginger situation?”

You looked to Dustin and Max for an answer. They seemed on board. “As long as you never call me ‘Ginger’ again, I could be on board with that plan.”

Eddie chuckled, “Deal, Red.”

| < ♥️ > |

You held Steve’s hand tightly as the gym filled for the pep rally. It was loud, bright, and already packed. You breathed in and out deeply as Steve ran his thumb over the back of your hand. “Nervous?”

You nodded and breathed out a pretty loud sigh. “Yeah, this is honestly just too many people for me. If Robin wasn’t playing and you weren’t here I’d be ditching this shit and hiding in the Camaro. I know Eddie feels the same. It’s all just… a lot, you know?”

His nostrils flared a bit at the mention of Eddie’s name, but the look on his face was sympathetic. “I understand. I’m excited to see Robin play, but you’re right. It’s overwhelming in here, even for me.”

The freshmen ended up a few rows below you in the bleachers. Dustin and Max sent waves in your direction. You perked up enough to wave back. Steve smiled at you. “What? What are you gawking at?” Your tone was teasing and he could clearly tell.

He chuckled and rolled his eyes. “Can’t I just look at you? You’re gorgeous and your expression always lightens up when you look at the kids.”

You felt heat rise to your cheeks. You looked away from Steve’s strong gaze and your eyes fell on Robin. You sent her a small smile and she tossed a similar one back at you. You could tell that she was feeling the same anxiety you were feeling. “I appreciate you, Steve. Really, I do.”

Your eyes met for a brief moment before he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. “I know, babe.”

Your peaceful moment with Steve was interrupted by an outburst from the crowd; the pep rally was officially kicking off. You settled your eyes on the band’s section of the bleachers. Robin was playing wonderfully and you actually found the environment partially enjoyable– until Jason Carver began his speech. You were happy that Lucas was getting into sports; you knew that it was something he found enjoyable. However, you were not a fan of his team captain, Jason. He was rude and brash and was a serial cheater. Even though he wasn’t chasing after you anymore, he treated you and every other fem-presenting person like trash. All that to say, Jason Carver’s existence still left a bad taste in your mouth. “First off, I'd like to thank each and every one of you,” he started. “Without your support, we wouldn't be here. Give yourselves a big hand.” The crowd erupted and the sound was so loud that it made your ears ring. It didn’t help that the crowd’s cheering was immediately followed by Jason’s microphone screaming with the noises of feedback. You grimaced and Steve gently squeezed your hand. “And of course, of course, I have to give a special shout-out to the best and the prettiest fans of all time, the Tiger Cheer Squad.” He paused for a moment before shifting his focus to his girlfriend. You felt bad for her; you knew that Jason was unfaithful and every time you had spoken with her, she had treated you with kindness. “Chrissy… Chrissy, I love you, babe.” You sighed quietly at the sentiment. Most of the crowd awed.

Eddie was skipping out on the pep rally with other members of the Hellfire Club. You wanted to be with Steve and Robin, but you could also feel yourself getting annoyed at the situation you were in. You were almost wishing that you had taken Eddie up on his offer to miss this. “You know… I think I can speak for all of us when I say it's been a tough year for Hawkins.” You look toward Steve with a quirked eyebrow. He passed you a similar expression. “So much loss. And sometimes I wonder, how much loss can one community take?”

Where is he going with this? “In dark days like this, we need something to believe in.” You gripped Steve’s hand tightly.

“So, last night, when we were down by ten points at half to Christian Academy, I looked at my team, and I said.” You looked at Steve again as you felt a deep pit form in your stomach. Please don’t let him say what I think he’s going to say.

“Think of Jack. Think of Melissa. Think of Heather—”

Don’t say it, don’t say it, don’t say it.

“Think of Billy.” Your eyes were trained on Jason, but you could feel Steve, Robin, and some of the kids looking at you. The pit in your stomach started boiling. “Think about our heroic police chief, Jim Hopper. Think about every one of our friends who perished in that fire. What did they die for? For us to lose to some… some crap school?” He can’t be serious right now… Leveraging the violent deaths of local people? My People. Billy… Your breath quickened as your mind took you back to the night of the fire. You could hear Billy screaming, Max and El crying, and the pain in Billy’s voice when he spoke his last words.

“Y/n…” Steve’s voice sounded so far away. You knew that he was still standing next to you, but you couldn’t bring yourself back to the pep rally.

| < ♥️ > |

You found yourself again once you were in the seclusion of a bathroom stall. Your feet froze to the ground as you breathed boiling air out through your nose. You couldn’t believe Jason’s audacity– using the deaths of Hopper and Billy like that. You didn’t know what to think; the only thing your brain could feel was internal rage. You did your best to calm yourself down inside the stall, but the four walls around you felt more encroaching than comforting at this particular moment. It was hard to regulate your breathing– even more than usual. You were no stranger to panic attacks at this point in your life, but you were accustomed to them hitting you this hard this quick. You were pretty used to calming yourself down from them so this panic attack had to be something special. Your heart felt so tight in your chest that it seemed like it was about to burst outward. The only reason it didn’t was because someone else entered the bathroom. You put your hand over your mouth in a vague attempt to quiet your sobs.

| < ♥️ > |

“The Devil has come to America.” Eddie’s voice was deep. It was like a lullaby to you at this point. “Dungeons and Dragons, at first regarded as a harmless game of make-believe, now has both parents and psychologists concerned.” He had the magazine blocking his face, but you could guess his mocking expression by his tone.

“Studies have linked violent behavior to the game, saying it promotes satanic worship,

ritual sacrifice, sodomy, suicide, and even… murder.” The whole table chuckled at his antics. You shook your head lightly as you giggled. He was particularly out of control today and it was quite comical.

“DnD has nothing to do with satanic worship or ritual sacrifice, trust me, I would know,” You teased. The group larger group had no idea what you meant and you found it fun. You were sure that Jeff and Gareth thought you were in a cult or something. They weirdly worshipped the ground you walked on. Eddie’s ideas about your cryptic comments were harder to guess, but you knew they had to be a little more realistic. He was one for dramatic flare, but not so much for outlandish claims. Dustin and Mike laughed even though they knew of your angelic origin.

“If you know so much of these things, you should share your knowledge with group,” Eddie poked.

You rolled your eyes. “Follow me into the woods during the next full moon, you’ll learn all about ritual sacrifice.” Your words dripped sarcasm, but you could sense Jeff and Gareth’s unease. Eddie was watching you intently. “Relax you two, I’m not going to murder your precious leader. I’d much rather see Jason’s head on a stick.”

Eddie quirked his eyebrow. “Why’s that? He bothering you again?”

You shook your head. “No. It’s what he said earlier. I hate when fuckin’ jocks get under my skin, it feels like there’s a rat crawling along my skeleton.”

“About Billy?” Eddie asked. The others were shocked by his forwardness, but you simply nodded in response.

“And we’re the ones labeled as the freaks because we like to play a fantasy game, but–”

He smacked his hand on the table before stepping on the surface. “as long as you're into band or science……or parties or a game where you toss balls into laundry baskets…”

“You want something, Freak?” Jason quipped.

You rolled your eyes at their interaction before turning your attention back to your food. Jason shouldn’t even be on your mind anymore– he stopped harassing you (mostly). You were just so mad at yourself for taking his comment about Billy and Hopper to heart. You had a hard time accepting that their deaths were still weighing on you without Jason twisting them into some sort of sick inspirational quote. “It's forced conforming. That's what's……killing the kids!” Eddie was shouting for the whole cafeteria to hear. It didn’t usually bother you when he pulled stunts like this, but today just wasn’t the day and you weren’t in the mood. “That's the real monster,” he said as he hopped of the table.

Dustin and Mike took this moment to introject, but you weren’t really listening to the conversation. Your eyes were too busy trying to burn holes into the back of Jason’s head.

| < ♥️ > |

You were planning to leave Jason alone, you really were. You were going to just do your best to move on from the whole pep rally situation. You were on your way out to the car when he stopped you. He grabbed your shoulder while you tried to brush past him. “Hey, Y/n. What’s the rush?”

You justled your arm enough that he let go and he was lucky that you didn’t kill him right then. “I’m trying to make a quick run to my car before my next class starts. What do you want, Carver?”

“Are we really back to just calling each other by our last names now? Come on, Y/n, you might try to avoid me, but deep down you love the attention I give you. You’re still a needed whore, even without Hargrove around. That’s why you’ve got Harrington doding on you and Munson following you around like a lost fucking puppy, right?”

“The fuck ?” You replied off the cuff. “What has gotten into you today?”

“What do you mean?” He asked.

“You just seem to have the most fucking audacity today. If you want to keep your teeth attached to your skull, you’ll leave me the fuck alone and keep Billy’s name out of your fucking mouth. Using his death to push your own agenda and calling me a whore in the same day is grounds for getting your tongue cut out,” you spat.

He scoffed. “You’ve got a lot of nerve, talking to me like that, Winchester.”

You copied his stance, crossing your arms over your chest. “You have a lot of nerve talking about Billy at all, Carver.”

Jason made a ‘tsk’ sound with his tongue hitting the back of his teeth. “That rat bastard was a shitty person at best, he deserved his death sentence.”

It was only a second before your fist connected with Jason’s jaw. Every once of angelic grace you had went into that punch. The next few minutes were entirely blurry. Jason attempted to fight back, but it was a fruitless effort; he landed a few hits on you at most. Eddie and Max came from somewhere nearby– you weren’t sure where. Max smacked Jason with her skateboard and Eddie pulled you away from the scene

Your body ached in a way that it hadn’t ever before. Your muscles felt like they were cramping up and your powers were making your fingertips feel fuzzy. You were out by the Camaro with Eddie, just trying to calm down. You didn’t mean to go as far as you did, but this was one of the rare times where your powers got the best of you. A few of the teachers and the guidance counselor had attempted an intervention between you and Jason, but you refused to hear them. The principal let you go with a warning after you explained what Jason had said, despite Jason’s complaints about the damage to his face. He, being a favorite among staff, also got away with just a warning. Eddie just held your wrists lightly and helped you regulate your breathing. You knew your nose was bloodied and the skin around your eye was bruised, but you didn’t care– you knew it would clear up quickly anyway.

Dustin peaked his head around the corner of a nearby car. You had no idea how long he had been there. “I know this is probably a bad time, but I don’t know why I didn’t think of it sooner,” he said as he walked over to you, Eddie, and the Camaro.

“Think of what, Henderson?” Eddie asked.

“Can you Sub for Lucas, Y/n? You’re going to be there anyway.”

You were always at the Hellfire Club meetings, but you were not playing in “The Cult of Vecna” Campaign. You were using club time to work on your own short campaign that you were going to co-DM with Eddie on. It was your pride and joy. It would be the last campaign that everyone was together for. “In theory yes, in practice, I don’t know. I feel a bit like shit at the current moment.”

Eddie huffed. “Keep looking for a Sub, Henderson.”

Dustin huffed and it made Eddie smirk. You smiled. “Thanks, Eddie.”

“Always, Winchester, always. ”

| < ♥️ > |

You found yourself asleep in the game room. You loved the campaign you were working on, but you were exhausted from your day. You needed to rest, but it wasn’t exactly a peaceful nap. Your relaxation was periodically interrupted by visions of Billy and the Upside Down. You tossed and turned a few times in response– once you even rolled off your bench/makeshift bed. This amount of sleep disturbance felt wrong. It was almost too real for you to handle. You felt Billy’s spirit just barely outside of your reach. After five or six times of waking up front this sleep, you gave up. You groaned and rubbed your hands across your under eyes. “How you doing, Winchester?” Eddie asked.

It wasn’t quite time for the club to start so it was just you, him, and Gareth in the room. You huffed. “Still like shit, honestly.”

“Valid,” Gareth replied. “What you did today, that was some real cool shit.”

“Oh yeah?” You joked.

“Yeah! Taking on big bully Jason, all by yourself? Some tough shit, Winchester,” He answered.

You stood up, stretched your back, and chuckled. “Thanks, man.” You let out of deep sigh. “I think I’m going to go home, if that’s alright with you, Eddie.”

He nodded, “of course, but don’t hesitate to come by if you need anything.”

“I will,” you answered. You waved to them both after you gathered your things. Your walk to the Camaro wasn’t long. It was still parked outside in the school’s connected parking lot. You smiled at the sight of it; it was still one of the biggest joys in life. You set your hand on the driver side door handle. Your hand buzzed with Billy’s soul electricity. It felt even stronger than it did earlier in the day. It made you curious, but you didn’t think about it too much as you slid yourself into the driver’s seat. The car roared to life with the twist of its keys and your brain flashed images of Billy once again. And again, it was moments that you hadn’t seen before. Billy sat on the porch of a house, dilapidated and old, cleaning a hunting rifle, shooting a monster, and then sitting back down. You shuttered as your vision returned to viewing the Hawkins High School parking lot. You huffed, feeling worn out and a little out of breath. “What the fuck is going on?”

| < ♥️ > |

You found some relief when you saw Steve. You turned the Camaro off and dropped the keys into your pocket. Steve was standing in the doorway of the front of the house. The smile on his face was soft and made his features appear to be glowing. You found yourself running to him and pulling him close as quickly as you could. He hugged you back, but you could tell by the tension in his body that he was confused. “What’s wrong, love?” he asked.

You took a deep breath in before speaking. The air smelled like firewood and Steve’s cologne. “It’s Billy,” you answered. “I know it sounds like I’m going batshit crazy, but I swear I’m feeling his energy bouncing around everywhere I go today. It’s so strong it feels like he’s alive again.” Your words were muffled by the fabric of Steve’s shirt.

“Do you know what could be causing it?” Steve questioned. His voice was quiet, almost hushed.

You shook your head lightly. “The only explanation I can think of that would explain what I’ve been experiencing is that Billy is alive in the Upside Down, but I know that that’s nearly impossible. I don’t know what’s happening, Steve. I’m scared.”

Steve’s grip on you became a little tighter. “It’s okay, Y/n. We’ll figure out whatever is going on together, I promise.”

| < ♥️ > |

You were horrified by the fact that you all were in the Upside Down. It was bad enough the last time you were near the place, let alone in it. You were stressed beyond belief; you couldn’t protect everyone if you were all in it together. There were too many people and too many ways that things could go wrong.

Eddie smiled softly at you in the darkness. “We’re going to be okay. We’ve got this.”

You smiled back. “I’m glad you have confidence in us.”

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While Eddie was playing his guitar, you saw a shadowy figure in the distance. The figure was far too small to be Vecna, but that didn’t put you at ease by any means. You were attempting to remain focused on the fight in front of you, but something about this figure was throwing you off. Your fingertips were buzzing with familiar soul electricity and you were losing your concentration by the second. The figure sharply turned toward your demobat fight and started barreling toward you. Your feet stayed locked in place, for a reason unknown to you at the time, you felt safe with the figure approaching, not frightened. As it came closer, you realized why you felt so at home with it. It was Billy– he had his hunting rifle out in front of him and was helping to pick off some of the smaller creatures in your fight. “Steve!” You called.

Your boyfriend looked toward you for just a second before running your way. “What’s happening?”

“Look off in the distance, it’s Billy! It’s really fucking Billy!”

“Holy shit!” He replied. Billy had the gun in his hands that he had been cleaning in your visions. He was using it to pick off demobats one at a time. Steve was watching your reaction closely. “Go get him, I’ll stay with Eddie and the kids.”

“Are you sure?” You responded without thinking.

He nodded. “We aren’t leaving here without him, not again.”

You kissed his cheek quickly, “Thank you. Keep the kids safe.”

“Can do. I’m a kickass babysitter.”

You smiled at him before turning your attention back to Billy’s figure. He hadn’t seen you or the kids yet, he was too focused on the monsters in his path. You used your powers to cut your way through the monsters between you. In that moment, nothing else mattered to you, your boy was back and nothing would stop you from rescuing him. As you got closer, you called out, “Billy! Billy, I can’t believe we found you in here!”

He whipped around at the sound of your voice. It’s cliche, but the sound of your voice was like music to his ears after being alone in the Upside Down for so long. “Y/n?” He said as he shot the last demobat in his reach. “Is that really you?”

You approached him slowly and nodded. “Yes, love, it’s me. I can’t even begin to tell you how happy I am to see you.”

“Look out!” He shouted. He aimed the gun just over your shoulder and shot a demobat that had snuck up on you. It managed to injure your shoulder a bit, but Billy’s perfect aim saved you from serious harm.

“Son of a bitch. That hurts like a motherfucker,” you cursed as you held your arm tightly to your body. Billy’s eyes scanned around for any more danger before closing the gap between you. He pulled you into his chest roughly and continued picking off the incoming demobats with his gun. You were incredibly impressed– he had near-perfect aim with every shot that left his weapon. “You have to pay more attention to your surroundings, Doll,” Billy scolded playfully. There was a small hint of fear in his words, even though he tried to play it off. “We need to get to shelter. We’re screwed if we stay out in the open like this.”

You shook your head. “We can’t leave the others!”

“The others? Who else is in this hellscape?”

“Everyone. Steve, Dustin, Robin, Max, and so on–”

“We need a quick exit so we can get your wound looked at. We can catch back up with the others. I can’t let anything else happen to you. I’m pissed that you even got this wound under my watch.” He huffed in annoyance. Somehow he was exactly the same as the last time you saw him, but much more vigilant simultaneously. “What the fuck?” Billy said.

You followed his eyeline to a door that had appeared in the middle of the mess of the battle. It was closest to you and the farthest from Eddie, who was looking much more worse for ware than the last time you had checked on him. Steve and the kids all appeared exhausted. Something about the door was vaguely familiar so you pulled away from Billy, grabbed his hand, and started running toward it. You called out to Steve and told him to retreat as you pulled on the doorknob. A swarm of demobats tried to follow you, but you slammed the door shut before any of them could reach you.

You and Billy were just a pile of limbs on the floor of a hallway. You both were panting and covered in dirt. The only sounds you could hear were the noises of your ragged breath. You looked at Billy and cupped his face in your hands. His hand wrapped itself around your wrist. As you sat there, everything hit you and you felt your eyes welling up with tears. “I am so happy to see you.”

“I’m happy to see you too, Doll. I never thought I would make it out of there alive. I don’t even know how I got there. I remember being pierced in the stomach by the Mind Flayer and next thing I knew I was in that fuckin’ place. The only thing that kept me going all that time was the hope of getting to see you again.” He ran his thumb over the skin of your wrist. “I can’t even being to explain the joy I felt when I saw you again.” His voice was soft and quiet. There was no one else around, but you could tell he really wanted to keep his words between the two of you.

You were about to reply to him when you heard the sound of a gun’s safety being clicked off. Billy instantly shuffled you so you were behind him and farther away from the gun. A surge of joy filled your chest when you looked up and saw Sam, Dean, and Cas standing a little ways away down the hall. The familiarity of the door was because it was a doorway into the bunker– the memory was just foggy because it had been almost 2 years since the last time you set foot in it. “I don’t know what kind of monsters you are to have been able to slip past the bunker’s wards, but pretending to be my kid is really low,” Dean said. He was the one holding the gun.

Hearing his voice made your heart soar, even though he was threatening your life. “Dean– Dean it’s me! It’s really me! I’m no more monstrous than usual. I promise! Test me, I can prove it to you!” You scrambled to your feet, a cloud of dirt kicked up around you as you did so. You moved your clothes away from your injured shoulder, showing off the rapidly healing wound. You were mostly human with a bit of angelic magic– just as you always had been. Dean lowered the gun. “Kid? How did you get back? Who’s the douchebag with you?”

You didn’t answer any of his questions, you just ran straight at him and took him into a tight hug. “I never thought I would see you again. I’ve missed you all so much.”

Dean hugged you back pensively. “It’s only been a few weeks. I’m sure you’ve managed alright without us. Cas said he left you somewhere pretty safe.”

You pulled back. “A few weeks?”

He nodded. “Yeah?”

“Try a few years, Dean. I’ve been gone for a few years .”

“What? How is that possible?” He asked.

Cas let out a long sigh. “I was afraid this might happen. I’m so sorry, Y/n.”

“What are you talking about? What happened, Cas?” Dean questioned.

“I dropped Y/n in another time period to keep them safe, but as I feared, it’s been longer for them than it has for us. It happens sometimes with time travel– things get mixed up. I’m just glad you’re mostly in one piece,” Cas replied. “Let me see your shoulder. I’ll heal it up for you.”

Dean looked furious, but he let you go so Cas could tend to your wound. “I’m Billy by the way. You must be Dean, Sam, and Cas. I’ve heard a lot of stories about you three. It’s good to finally meet you,” Billy said as he stuck out his hand for Dean to shake. Dean took it cautiously. You saw him eyeing you– you knew you were going to have some explaining to do at a later time.

Dean shook Billy’s hand. “Good to meet you, Billy. Thank you for looking after Y/n. I saw you put yourself in the line of fire instead of them. That’s bold.”

“I’d do it again in a heartbeat.”

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You didn’t care that Dean, Cas, and Sam were watching you; when you saw Steve again you ran into his arms. You nearly knocked him over with the sheer force of your hug. He chuckled deeply and wrapped his arms around you equally as tight. “I’m so happy you’re alright, Darlin’. When you didn’t come out with us I was afraid we would never be able to get you back.”

You explained to Sam, Dean, Billy, and Cas that Steve was also your boyfriend and the whole situation of Billy in the Upside Down. You didn’t care about any weird looks you all got, you were thrilled when Billy joined you and Steve’s hug. “I love you both so much, I’m so glad we’re all here.”

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As you watched Hawkins burn, you knew the fight was far from over. However, you looked over your shoulder at your team and your heart grew warm. Not only did you have your slew of chosen family members from Hawkins on your side– you also had Dean, Sam, and Castiel right there with you. The fire roaring was terrifying, but Steve had his arm wrapped around your shoulder and Billy had his arm around your waist. Eddie was holding Steve’s free hand and you could feel him gently leaning against you. Dean ruffled your hair and Cas moved a little closer to you. Somewhere, deep in your soul, you knew everything was going to be okay.

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