#nearly started crying fr

[pigeon-feet]

i had forgotten. it’s been so long since i’ve kept mantises that i had forgotten the feeling of overwhelming love i have for them. my heart is going to burst

[snarltoothed]

yo barbies do have absolutely inhuman proportions and theyve given ken a truckload of cake. just an observation after play acting a barbie affair to a toddler and trying to reiterate the points her mom was trying to make every time she was upset through Ken, who had to be the voice of reason the way Barbie and Barnie kept hitting & yeling at him bc he had a baby with Barnie and their baby can magically fly and is causing a whole lot of problems and infected Dr. Mouse with her magical flying ability but neither of them are good at it and they keep sustaining what should be fatal injuries by jumping off of rooves and i got nowhere in probing about why Baby and Dr. Mouse want to hurt themselves and won’t just rest it off like Dr. Mouse said before she got magic infection and like Dr. Unicorn said before that before he died (permanently i guess she never brought him back lol) because this little girl had more insistence toward playing barbies for “just a little longer” than i have ever had toward ANYTHING…

(like. 2 hours of barbies prior to driving her around and hoping she’d sleep then bringing her to a playground trying to tire her out then the long way home to see if she’d pass out then for like 3 hours but ALAS she wanted to play barbies again within the hour and we continued on and off for 5. hours. i was three feet from the dolls to take my meds and a drink of water and she was like “ken…?” and i was like “one second honey ken is distracted by the movie but i’ll come back over in just a minute i just need to do something real quick” and she was just like “no! no!” and intensely cried for the 30 seconds it took me to swallow 👁👄👁)

((maybe i was also bossy af at her age, suppose maybe i wouldnt remember being tantrum prone toddler lmao… everything i remember i feel like i was pretty meek but i probs cried a lot. idk if i WAILED tho. my mom describes me as “perfect (in terms of childhood behavior) until puberty”. whereas my brother was a monster until about 3 or 4 and she isnt afraid to say so… either way no judgement unto the toddler, i probably started internalizing my feelings way too young for that to be healthy. tangent. my b.))

anyways point being: why are barbie’s legs still so fucking long??? her torso is more normal these days than 20 years ago but ye gods, the woman has still gotta be 7ft tall… and why can’t we out barbie in flats? literally why does she still have deformed ballerina feet? little girls don’t wear heels. little girls shouldn’t wear heels? not like that? because adult fucking women shouldn’t? (thankfully my psuedoneice wants everyone but ken naked ?)

SECOND POINT BEING: MOMFEMS, SINGLE MOMS, MOTHERS IN GENERAL… i have the utmost fucking respect for you. mothers do more for the world than ANY man, EVERY government & law system, fuck, even all the goddamn charities and every single scientific discovery presently known or yet to be found out. and it is NOT EASY WORK!! it is often THANKLESS WORK. it is always UNPAID WORK. mad fucking respect to moms. i could never.

[simple-and-cozy-life]

I can't wait until we don't have to say goodbye for weeks on end.

[dnpgiggle]

feeling extremely anxious at work place or whatever that band’s name is

[monkeydlesbian]

my little sister just watched opla and now she’s at syrup village in the anime 😭😭😭😭😭

[caitofcaithall]

when your mum has CFS and your sister is ADHD and you're AuDHD and you try to share about how little energy you have and how you're trying to change that and your family who is also disabled is just like 'you need to exercise more' and 'what chronic illnesses do you even have??' and you're just like

[shhuuga]

I love how we as a society established that nanami would give the most slobbery, toe curling, eye rolling,hair straightening head ever.

Bless us with a nanami fic perchance?

u had me a nanami girl.. that's my baby dad fr

BE HOME @ SIX.

🍬 ?? [ nanami x black!fem!wife!reader ]

🍬 .. [ you send nanami a dirty text at work and face the reprocussions, head until u cry <3 ]

🍬 !! [ crying kynk, pleasure dom! nanami (we been knew) ]

nanami's cock strained against his pants. what were you doing? you knew he was at work, you knew that! so why in the world was he staring at a picture of your naked tits in the illuminated mirror of your bathroom?? and why on earth would you have to put that little pout on your face like he was in the wrong?

nanami had too many questions and not enough answers, but he knew one thing for sure. he was not gonna be late.

♡ nami : Be home @ six.

the door clicks shut and nanami doesn't bother calling out to you because you're probably somewhere hiding from him and he knows that. he checks the bedroom, nope. bathroom? not there either. finally, he decides to stop beating around the bush and step into his home office, where you're sitting on his desk with nothing but a pair of snow white stockings on.

"you look.." kento starts removing his tie and jacket, sauntering across the room before dropping to his knees in from of you. "fucking beautiful."

he takes one leg over his shoulder, caressing your thigh all the way to your ankle with his mouth before giving you love bites the rest of the way up your leg. he stops just short of your glistening cunt, his cool breath blowing onto your warm clit.

the hand on your thigh moves to your boob, squeezing and massaging as the other joins. he takes both his hands and pulls your nipples, rolling them in his fingers. with both thighs on his shoulders, nanami connects his mouth to your clit, immediately rolling it in his tongue.

nanami is an expert with head. roll, suck, c-o-c-o-n-u-t and etcetera. he spits with pinpoint precision on your pussy just to rub his nose and mouth all over you too collect it back into his mouth. he looks up at you through his blond lashes, curling your clit in his tongue with a smile on his face like he isn't damn near killing you right now.

your chest heaves as you nudge his head away from your pussy, broken cries of his name fall from your mouth upon deaf ears. instead of listening to your pleas, nanami lies you on your back, holding your neck with one hand while massaging your body with the other, his mouth bringing pain and pleasure to your brain like little fireworks.

even when you exclaim that you can't take it anymore, even when you squirt all over his work shirt, even when his glasses are well wet and steamed and his hair is messy from being pulled every which way by you, he doesn't stop. your little scandalous picture got you 2 hours and nearly 10 orgasms worth of punishment and yet, nanami has a feeling this will happen again.

written by @shhuuga [08/25/24] all rights reserved. do not copy, steal or translate my writing.

[a-hazbin-reader]

Please. Alastor x single mom?

Oh my god and imagine how he’d give her the best Mother’s Day ever after years of just her waking up to a normal day aside from her baby giving her a macaroni necklace or a card and now she’s waking up to a breakfast in bed and a day to relax I’m not getting emotional you are

Okay, but y'all are giving me baby fever fr with these asks

Alastor X Reader Headcanons

✅️Romantic

❌️Platonic

TW: F L U F F, A little bit of sex towards the end but a very small amount

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Whether or not you were a mother when you were alive, you certainly were one now. You took in and protected as many children sinners you could because nobody else would

You took care of toddlers all the way up to teenagers, it was an exhausting and thankless job but you don't think you could ever quit

Not when one of your kids comes crying to you because they scraped their knee, or they had their first heartbreak, or they had a nightmare

How any of them ended up down here was baffling to you, especially the youngest ones

You protected your family fiercely and have even gone toe to toe with overlords to keep your kids safe, earning you a reputation for being a mama bear

You loved being their mother and wouldn't give it up for anything, no matter your own sins

So when one of your little ones goes missing, you're panicking and searching everywhere for her. You spend all day trying to find her and asking anybody if they've seen her

After hours of searching, one of your teenagers calls you, telling you they found her but that you need to come home immediately. You don't need to hear anything more

When you get home, you find your little girl sitting in the lap of Charlie Morningstar, Hell's Princess. All your kids are gathered around her while she tells them about her hotel

Something you had been trying not to let them know about because you didn't want to get their hopes up only to be heartbroken. It was cruel

Not to mention the shady characters that probably stay there.

So imagine your irritation when all your children suddenly swarm you and start begging to stay at the hotel. Each one excited and hopeful to learn how to go to heaven

You can't tell them no so you try to dissuade them but they insist on going so you allow it. It's very reluctant agreement though.

You try to keep all your children close to you once you enter the hotel and see the others. Let's see, an angelic exorcist, a p0rnstar, a tiny murderous maid, a drunk bartender and one of the most deadly overlords around

You were unimpressed, and it showed as you held your kids a little tighter, not even hearing Charlie excitedly telling you about all the amenities

You have a difficult time letting your kids sleep so far away from you, all of them excited to get their own rooms. You often check on them throughout the night

More than once, Alastor has caught you peeking into their bedrooms to make sure they're still safe in their beds

You startle when you hear his amused laughter, nearly bumping right into his chest as you close the door behind you

"Nobody is going to eat them while they're asleep, you know."

You can't help but feel defensive, crossing your arms and giving Alastor a withering look

"That's not funny coming from you."

His smile only gets wider, gripping your chin and tilting your head up as he leans in close

"Darling, it's even funnier because it's coming from me!"

You insist on making sure your children eat a good diet, often making it yourself because you don't trust anybody else to do it. That and some of your little ones can be picky eaters

Often, Alastor stops by the kitchen to watch you, curious about what you're making and how much of it you plan to make

"My my~ That smells absolutely delicious, my dear~! What are you making?"

You're guarded, setting down the plates on the table a little harder than you meant to

"It's just an old family recipe, nothing special."

So imagine your weary surprise when he starts to help you cook, helping with the food preparation and even setting the table. You start to get used to his help, relaxing a little more each time you two stand hip to hip, cooking

He's even taken to sitting down to meals with you and your family, an amused smile on his face as he watches all of you interact. Eventually, he joins in the conversations, and your youngest ones get comfortable enough to even eat off his plate

"Don't take food from his plate! That's rude..!"

"It's quite alright, my dear~ I find it endearing~"

He's even in your corner when your picky eaters rise up and try to say they don't like what you made. Pushing their plates away and pouting

"Mom, I don't like it..."

You can't help but sigh and roll your eyes, exasperated and annoyed that you have to go through this again

"Yes you do, you've eaten this before and you gobbled it up... Just try it, baby."

They whine and try to refuse when Alastor speaks up, pushing their plate back towards them gently

"Now, now, your mother worked hard on this meal... We don't want her good efforts to go to waste, do we?"

"No..."

Your child whines but reluctantly takes their fork and begins eating, Alastor giving you a triumphant grin as he sits back down

You take a bite of your own food to hide the fond smile that wants to creep up onto your face

The hardest, scariest moment at the hotel for you was when you and one of your older girls got into an argument in front of Alastor

It all started over a party and a boy, you wouldn't let her go and in typical teenage fashion, she started to fight with you. The more you held your ground and said no, the worse it got

"Young lady, that is not a good environment for you! It is a disgusting den of perverts, drugs and uninhibited violence!"

You tried to stay calm and reason with her, but her emotions were running too high

"We're in HELL! There's no place here that's good for any of us! Why do you have to be such a bitch!?"

Before you can even open your mouth to reply, Alastor places a hand on her shoulder, his smile twitching and the sound of static buzzing

Your heart drops as you fear he's going to hurt her, instinctively moving forward to stop him

"Alastor-"

"Dear one, it's bad manners to talk to your mother like that. She only worries for you and wants to keep you safe. I suggest you go to your room and calm down, then come back to apologize to her. Hm~?"

He pats her head and nudges her to go to her room, turning to you and tilting his head. She looks embarrassed and a little ashamed, seemingly taking Alastor's words to heart

"Ah, teenagers~ Always so temperamental even when dead~"

You do your best to ignore the sudden heat on your cheeks, the way Alastor handled the situation having you feel some type of way

If Alastor were to have a type...he would have to say he's definitely drawn to the motherly type, it's a weakness of his

So when Charlie drags you and your gaggle of children to the hotel, Alastor has an inkling of the kind of trouble he's in for the moment he sees you

He's seen how you've come running out of your room in the dead of night because you heard one of your little ones crying from a nightmare. How you spend the rest of your night awake and rocking them back to sleep

Alastor has watched you run yourself ragged trying to get all of your children ready to go out for the day, juggling your teenagers yelling at you because they can't find their clothes and your little ones tugging on your clothes for your attention

He's noticed how you'll shield your family from sinners at least twice your size without fear. Not even he himself was an exception from your intense protectiveness

In the earlier days of your family moving in, Alastor had picked up one of your younger kids to stop them from touching something and you had panicked

He'll never forget how you had tore your kid away from him and held them tight, giving Alastor a intense look as you poked his chest

"Never do that again."

He had tried to brush it off and charm you with a smile, acting unbothered

"Darling, your family is in no danger here. I can assure you-"

"Bullshit. There's no such thing as a safe place or someone you can trust, not here."

You had stormed off after that and Alastor was left with a warm feeling building in his chest that has yet to leave

Your soft smile whenever one of your kids snuggled with you, the way you sighed and put your hands on your hips when they argued with you. Your voice when you sang your littlest ones to sleep

It was all so addicting for him, he found himself wanting to be a part of your family and the love within it

Without even realizing it, Alastor had begun filling the role of the father in your family, ending up getting attached to each of your kids

He learned what made them happy, what made them sad or scared, which ones needed hugs and which ones preferred words

Both you and Alastor began to work together as a team, and most people outside of the hotel just assumed you two were a married couple. A married couple with a small army of kids

You stop one child from bumping into someone, and Alastor scoops up the other two before they can do the same

Alastor will cook dinner and you'll clean up the mess while you both sneak the dessert that the kids don't know you have

All of you will hang out together in the lobby of the hotel, Alastor humming to himself and pretending to nap while your girls play with his hair and paint his claws

Your boys will all be cuddled up around you while you read a story to them, both of you enjoying the domestic bliss

There's a building tension between you and Alastor that everyone can sense, even the kids but nobody comments on it

Except Angel but he doesn't dare bring it up around you two

Your kids start pulling little stunts to get you two to end up together, offering to make you both dinner only for it to be classically romantic with candles, flowers and your children pretending to be waiters

Or asking embarrassing questions in front of the two of you, like if Alastor thought you looked pretty or if you liked Alastor's voice

Or wanting both of you to tuck them and give them goodnight kisses at the same time

The worst part is...it was totally working

The tipping point came when one of your boys woke up crying in the middle of the night, both you and Alastor barging into the bedroom

He was inconsolable, having obviously had a nightmare and repeating that he didn't belong here. He only quieted down once you and Alastor wrapped your arms around him

The three of you were cuddled up on a bed that was far too small for all of you, you couldn't contain your blush once you realized this

So Alastor offered up his room for the night, and the three of you snuggled together in his bed, Alastor's arms wrapping around you

You both woke up with more kids in the bed than you remember going to sleep with, your little boy having climbed onto one of his sisters instead

Leaving you tucked under Alastor's chin with your face in his neck, Alastor's strong arms around your waist and his face buried in your hair

The two of you had pulled away out of embarrassment, making eye contact before suddenly melting back together, soft smiles on your faces

"Alastor..?"

"Hm~?"

"I really want to kiss you right now..."

You two are unofficially, officially a couple after that. Grossing out your children by kissing each other, saying sappy things, just embarrassing them with how in love you are

It's so painfully domestic, but Alastor wouldn't give it up for anything. Not when the youngest ones grab his legs and try to hold him down, not when the teenagers get snarky with him. Not when you two bicker over what's best for the family

Even the more embarrassing moments, like when you two are in bed together, Alastor chasing his release as you lock your legs around him and dig your nails into his back

He's nearly about to spill inside you when there's a tentative knock on the door, making the two of you freeze and whip your heads towards the sound

"Papa..? Mama? I keep hearing scary noises, and I can't sleep..."

It's an awkward untangling of limbs and soft cursing before you two start laughing at how absurd it is

Or the softer moments when he looks into the bedroom to see you singing your kids to sleep, feeling himself grow relaxed and sleepy at the sound of it

His life has nearly completely changed since meeting you and your family, but he wouldn't change anything even if he could

Rosie often teases him about how much he's softened up for his family. It's all good-natured, though, she just as attached to them as he is

"So Alastor~ How's that little family of yours doing? Did your girls finally stop fighting over that boy?"

"They're lovely as always, but unfortunately, that boy seems to have been scared off."

"Such a shame~"

"Quite~"

Honestly, the only thing Alastor needs now is to find you a ring

@valerie-is-in-the-cupboard I know we talked about you writing a lil' something about this, so I tried to twist it up because I didn't want to inadvertently take any ideas you had!

[poisonous-honey]

Fontaine Is Committing Childe Slander fr

Spoilers For The 4.2 Archon Quest

Content: Sagau reader insert (not the cult au), a lot of swearing

Note: Wrote this a while ago, just didn't post till now. This was written because of how frustrated I was with Childe's treatment in the quest. They did him so, so dirty.

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"WHAT THE FUCK!?"

Hearing your scream, Neuvillette, Aether, and Paimon nearly flinched and gave themselves away if it wasn't for Skirk quickly turning around and staring them dead in their eyes.

"AFTER ALL OF THAT, WE DON'T EVEN GET TO TALK TO HIM? WHAT THE HELL"

They never liked hearing you get upset, but since this was a scripted event, they could do nothing but play their parts. Aether wanted nothing more than to jump in and find Childe for you, if even just to get you to stop yelling, but his hands were tied. And seeing the intense look the lady across from him was giving, he doesn't think he'd be able to get away with it even if he tried.

"No 'hey, how're you doing? What's up? Where the fuck did you go? How did you end up fighting a god-damn space whale? I was worried.' We really get to say none of that? Skirk just throws him away like he's yesterday's trash? At least, I think that's Skirk... Okay, fine, whatever."

The group notices a slight twitch in Skrik's expression, as if she was annoyed, but it's gone not a moment later.

"Skirk I hope you're kinda funny cause this is a terrible first impression."

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Skirk watches as Neuvillette sends the traveller topside, hoping that he starts the scripted conversation without any hassle.

"Was it necessary to throw him so aggressively into the portal?"

Of course, that's not what happened. If Childe's mad ramblings were anything to go by, all of those that become the players "characters" seem to grow inexplicably attached to them. She didn't hold his words in high regard since he was insane, but seeing the hydro sovereign already taking a liking to you gives some weight to his words.

"He’s fine. It’s nothing he can’t handle."

Neuvillette, still looking troubled, tells her that you really wanted to see him again after nearly 2 years of nothing.

"Didn't you also upset the player when you pounced on him and sent him to prison for no good reason?"

Neuvillette gave a slight wince, "I had no other choice. The Oratrice Mecanique d'Analyse Cardinale gave the sentence and the law must be upheld."

Skirk doesn’t look amused, Neuvillette just sighs "... And the action itself was scripted. I had my hands tied."

"Then you have no right to look so troubled over my actions. It was simply scripted, nothing deeper. I would not intentionally go looking to upset the player, especially since they can control whoever they want. I have no desire to go back to the surface, which I would be forced to if they ever felt like messing with me."

He hums, "The player has much less control than you think. Even if they wanted to take control of you, they wouldn't or shouldn't be able to do so for quite a while. Falling into their good graces is the only way to get chosen, and you seem to have only just piqued their interest."

Neuvillette was just stating facts. He heard you crying about how your latest wishing session for Furina took everything you had. He doubts even if Skirk’s banner was a couple patches from now you'd have enough to get her. Skirk herself looks a little frustrated at the mention of gaining your favour, but quickly lets it go. 

"As long as I have time to prepare, I suppose. Anyway, We should have our scripted conversation before time runs out. Unless you want them to start freaking out again."

"Of course not, let us continue."

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"The fuck do you mean he's already in Snezhnaya."

Lyney's eyes slightly widen in shock, not expecting that visceral of a reaction. Aether slightly shakes his head to try and get him not to worry about it while Paimon starts her bashful idle as a way to look elsewhere without arising suspicion.

"We don't even get to say goodbye, what the heck. Wait, we never even figured out what was going on with his vision either. They actually just threw him to the wayside! If he doesn't show up in the next interlude, I'm going to be ☆mad☆"

Aether tilts his head down as he starts to ponder. He was also a bit frustrated with how little they learned about what was going on with him. Obviously the whal- Narwhal was involved in someway, but nothing is explained outside their connection. He's suddenly ripped from his thoughts as you pick his next dialogue option and continue the story.

The story continues for a little bit as Arlecchino arrives to join the conversation. You add in some quips of your own as you're watching, but are mostly silent. They just take it as you being tired from the whirlwind of emotions the quest put you through.

Aether then realizes the next actions he has to take and struggles to keep a straight face.

*Actually, I just remembered something... Please help us deliver this.*

"I swear to god, don't give her Childe's vision. He hates her. He trusted us."

Aether can no longer hold back his wince as he holds out Childe's vision for Arlecchino to take. She almost looks amused as they hear you sigh.

"Goddammit."

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Childe was in agony.

This pain went far beyond his physical injuries. The last words he heard from you were you crying out to him. It frustrated him to no end that by the time he gets to see you again, he passes out. He can barely remember your words of praise and cooing about how cool he was for fighting such a creature. Your worry and the fact he doesn't even get to talk to you after all this time hasn't left the forefront of his mind since he woke up. Injuries be damned, he wanted to find the Traveller. He wanted to get something out of that vacation, more than just one conversation, getting arrested, and an incomplete fight. He thought that as long as you still had his vision, he would surely see you again and his vacation would end smoothly, but of course the story seemed to have it out for him. All he could do now was lay here in pain, stuck in his mind while his family is off doing something else.

He's upset he didn't get to finish his fight and that you had to finish it for him.

He's upset his foul legacy has taken such a toll on his body, he can't do anything.

He's upset that his family has to see him in such a state.

He's upset he missed your first encounter with Skirk.

He's upset he didn't even get to talk to you again.

And more than anything, he's upset he can't be there for you.

As he was about to continue wallowing in self-pity and regret, he suddenly finds himself fully geared, standing in front of the Abyss, with no injuries.

"Such bullshit. I loved the story quest, but why was Childe pushed to the side. It's almost like they had no idea what to do with him after they got him to the whale. Oh! It's just one of the creatures he's been wanting to fight for nearly all his life. Do we get to know how he feels about it? Nooo of course not. My man just wanted to go on vacation, and he had to deal with all of this."

Hearing your voice almost washes away all his stress, and hearing you complain about how he was treated washes away all his sorrow. It pleases him to know you hated what happened to him just as much, if not more, than he did. He could tell from your ranting and the fact you've already gotten 36 stars that you were going to fight just to let off steam. That's perfect for him. Killing something is just what he needs to take his mind off of recent events, killing things with and for you makes it even better. He'll be sure to make the best of this before you log off for the day, and he's back to being bedridden.

[lostgirlmuseum]

Bucky vs. Book

^Bucky on his way to you fr^

Summary: Bucky rushes to your aid when he finds out you’re upset. He’s never seen you this distraught before.

Pairing: Bucky x f!Reader

Words: 600 (I don’t think I have ever written something this short before wth)

Warning: It’s kinda angst?? But mostly fluff. 

A/N: Sorry I haven’t been on much lately, school is keeping me busy. I wrote this pretty quickly and it’s just a short little treat while I’m in the middle of writing a mini series. Idk when I’ll finish writing it, but it prob won’t be done this month. Anyways, I hope you enjoy!

Divider credit: @cafekitsune

“Bucky?” Sam asked.

“M’ busy.” Bucky mumbled, curling a barbell like it was a dumbbell.

“Someone just informed me they heard crying coming from your girl’s room.”

“What?” Bucky dropped the barbell on the ground with a loud thud. 

“Move, out of the way!” Bucky yelled, nearly knocking Sam over as he started sprinting to the gym exit.

Bucky ran so fast that he was bumping into walls and hitting corners, trying to locate the nearest stairs. 

He took the stairs by three, his heart hammering against his chest, his ears on high alert in case he could hear you calling for him.

Finally, he made it to your room, and swung the door open without a second thought, just needing to know if you were okay. Bucky’s wide eyes spotted you instantly, curled into yourself on the rug, tissues littering the floor, sobbing. He had never seen you so upset.

He wasted no time sliding onto his knees and to you.

“Doll? Doll, what’s wrong? What happened? Are you hurt?” He tried to lift your chin to see your beautiful face, but you barely acknowledged him, your puffy eyes cast down.

“My h-heart,” you choked, clutching your chest.

“Are you having a heart attack?” He couldn’t stop himself from sliding his hands all over you, checking for injuries.

“I feel– s-so sad,” was all you could make out between sobs.

“Baby, who hurt you?” He was panicking, he needed to know what happened, why you were so distraught so he could fix it. 

“Stupid book!” You cried, and flung yourself at him, holding him close, and tucking your head into his chest. Bucky immediately reciprocated, wrapping his big arms around you, squeezing you tight, one hand brushing your hair.

That’s when he noticed the outline of a book under a couple tissues.

“It’s not fair,” you cried, body shaking with each breath.

“I know, I know,” he soothed. He, of course, did not know, but he was enormously relieved to see the perpetrator was only a book. 

“They were supposed to end up together! They were p-p-per–” You squeezed him tighter, struggling to get the words out. “Perfect together! Why did the author ruin it? It’s not fair, it’s not fair, they deserve to be happy!” 

“Shhh,” he whispered, starting to rock you back and forth.

“It’s not fair,” you whispered through another cry, and collapsed fully into him.

“It’s not,” Bucky echoed.

Eventually your cries quieted and slowed, and Bucky kissed your forehead and let go of you. You barely had time to question what he was doing when he picked up the book from behind you and started to pretend to punch it. 

“Bad book,” he chastised, “you made my baby cry. Nobody makes my baby cry,”

You couldn’t help but giggle, and wipe the remaining tears from your eyes.

Bucky continued to scold it, and even positioned himself to body slam it.

“Bucky,” you full on laughed, “stop,”

“Not until it apologizes,” he grumbled, faking a chokehold on it. “Oh, shit–” Bucky rolled onto his back and held the book above him, acting out a struggle. “It’s got me baby, help!”

Giving in to his shenanigans, you leaned over and grabbed the book from his hands, and gave it your own weak punch. 

“Fuck you, book,” You sniffed and laughed.

“It can’t hurt you anymore,” Bucky said, patting your back. 

“Thank you, Bucky,” 

“I’ve got you, doll.”

“Why are there dents in all the walls?” Tony’s raised voice could be heard all the way from the floor below.

You looked at Bucky.

“What?” He smiled cheekily. “You needed me.”

Thank you for reading!

My Masterlist if you'd like to check my other stuff out :)

Oh oh and this is inspired by my reaction to Me Before You by Jojo Moyes. I hate that book so much. I love that book so much.

[hwadess]

the way you bend, the way you break (c.bg)

so i did a poll for this a couple of days ago, and it had about 90% of you guys say that you guys wanted me to post this sub!beomgyu fic!!! sooooo… here it is. i am so embarrassed to post this but ill be fine omg, here’s yall food!

MDNI OR YOU WILL BE BLOCKED.

smut warnings: sub!beomgyu x dom!femreader, pet name usage (good boy, puppy), reader gets called mommy, masturbation (m), handjob, piv, sex flashbacks, borderline mindbreak on beomgyu’s end i can’t lie, dacryphilia/crying during sex, beomie so needy fr, nothing more i think.

word count: 1,197 i think. pretty sure

song i wrote this to:

smut is under the cut!

beomgyu just couldn’t seem to help himself. his brain was working overtime. god… the thought of you—naked, sitting above him looking down at his shivering frame—floods his mind. the blankets discarded to the sides of his bed does nothing to help his body stop feeling as if it’s on fire, his skin hot to the touch all over. his breathing becomes much heavier, nearly beginning to pant as he feels cock twitching in his pajama pants, slowly getting more hard and heavy the more he thinks about you.

you, oh my god.

an absolutely sinful memory plays back in his hazy mind of the last time you had your pretty hand wrapped gently around his swollen cock, letting him fuck up into your fist in such a desperate way that it was almost pathetic. “my my…. so needy my puppy….” he can hear you say so clearly, although it’s just his thoughts tormenting him.

he sighs heavily and whines. fuck, he’s so hard. it hurts. poor baby is so deep in thought that he can nearly feel it, closing his eyes, reliving it.

his vision was so fuzzy but he still managed to make out you looking so sinfully up at him, eyes half-lidded from the sight that is unfolding in front of you, tears pooling at the bottom of his glassy, empty, blown-out eyes. he was meer seconds from the tears building up so much that they down his pink blushed cheeks. you hum in approval when he realizes you noticed he was tearing up, earning a twitch from his poor cock.

“cry, puppy…”

sniffles and pants seep into the atmosphere of the empty hotel room, he can’t take this. his cock was throbbing. his shaky hands that were gripping at the hoodie he was wearing now started to make their way down to free his cock from the confines of his pants. he hisses at the contact, “p-please do something…”

he wraps his long fingers around his length, slightly squeezing it, imagining your fingers were the ones around his cock instead. he subconsciously squeezes a bit tighter, but he doesn’t think about how it’s because it feels a little bit more like how you grab his cock. god he remembers it too well. beomgyu begins moving his fist up and down his length at a slow and steady pace, cock jumping at his own ministrations. trapping his swollen bottom lip between his teeth, making it match the blush spreading across his cheeks.

he’s so overwhelmed, his mind wandering helplessly.

he’s now dizzy, flashing back to when you had him against the sofa. so gone, aching cock pressed up against your clothed cunt, your hips desperately grinding down to spread your wetness over his cock that was begging to be buried in you. “please l-let me put my cock in you p-please…“ beomgyu barely gets out. you laugh, he’s cute. his cock throbbing under your clit just felt too good. “so so so fucking good- aaaah-aah… like that…”

beomgyu begins to pump his leaking cock faster, his eyes rolling back. his hand subconsciously going up and down the whole length as the beads of his precum dribble down into the small space between his hand and his pulsating cock to make the glide a lot easier. “f-fuck…”

he can feel his balls tightening as he remembers more from that same memory, and what it was like when you finally let him shove his cock into your warm, wet cunt after teasing him for so long. losing yourself in the way he gasped out your name weakly, but oh so prettily for you. your soaked velvety walls dragging against your baby’s cock so nicely. beomgyu let’s out a pained whimper at that thought, eyes rolling back and mouth falling open at the memory, spit glistening his bitten lips.

beomgyu can so clearly recall how you immediately started moaning when he was able to let you use his cock, hips noisily slamming down onto his. your hands grabbing at his arms as you try and grip onto his triceps, nails digging into his flesh, leaving deep imprints, making him hiss. using his hand he moves it up your chest to mindlessly grab onto your breasts.

you were getting increasingly wetter each time you lowered all the way onto him as your juices pooled down his cock, dripping onto the sofa at this point. you were “s-so f-fucking wet…” and you could hear it. loud. and the sound only turned him into a braindead puppy, spurring him on to letting you use him as hard as you needed to cum. “feels so g-good..” you growl out, you’re staring down at him in awe like he’s the prettiest boy in this world and he’s going to fucking lose it.

“f-fuck mommy… th-that spot feels so good.” beomgyu moans out just like he did with you. his fist matching that same hard and fast pace you were taking him at in that memory. but, fuck, it will never be as good as your tight cunt creaming all over your puppy’s cock when he hits that exact same gummy spot he’s imagining slamming his cock into right now.

fuuuuck…. he can feel his orgasm coming. fast. hard. s-so hard. his brain is becoming mush. he starts to become a lot more desperate, whimpering so loud that anyone can hear, and throwing his head back as he lets his hips fuck into his fist, now decorated with his precum. he wishes it was your soaked pussy dripping down him instead.

he feels the euphoria of his orgasm get closer, hes pathetically gasping for breath, his large palms gripping the sheets that are now mangled around him, trying to ground himself as much as possible. “aaah fuck… ’m so… close m-mommy….” his head pressing backwards into the pillows, his hair messily spread over his eyes, as your hips fuck back down onto his cock to use his swollen, leaking, dark red cock— but it’s his fist, he remembers.

beomgyu’s eyes screw shut and his eyebrows knit together as he remembers the feeling of his mommy cumming on his cock, clenching so tightly. the way your legs close and quiver around his also trembling body. the way you become even tighter, cunt suffocating his overstimulated cock, milking out all of your pretty puppy’s cum into your cunt.

“g-god.” he shakily exhales again as he cums, hard. tears finally breaking free down his flushed cheeks and his cum shooting out wildly as he points his cock upwards to let it land on his hoodie, one of his favorite oversized ones that you let him borrow when he goes away, the last of the cum that he works out of his sensitive cock puddles around his shaft and down his hand.

“so messy puppy….“ you hum, collecting the cum leaking out of you on your index and middle fingers and bring it to beomgyu’s mouth to clean it off. “good boy….”

beomgyu shudders. he has to sit there for a second trying to control his uneven breathing.

fuck, he can’t wait to see you soon.

[trulyumai]

rhinos and men

—request: could you do a story where geta and his family are watching the games and his son see the rhino and gets all excited. Thank you for your time and stories.

pairing : emperor Geta / empress! reader

—warnings: talk of violence, fighting. y’all’s son is a little cutie patootie fr

“—come on little one, don’t let go okay?” esocorting your son to the stands, his little hand gripped against yours.

He was ever so distracted, with big eyes glancing at the people around him, trying to get view of the pit below.

You hated bringing him to a place so early… not even his sixth name day has occurred. But your husband allowed it—demanded of it.

“He’ll need to grow up fast.” He had whispered to you, nearly everyone was asleep, as it was a late hour, rain prodded at the walls of the keep and thunder boomed. After a particularly rough session with you the man was caressing your face gently, discussing his future plans of war, how it would be good to open the coliseum again for the people.

You remembered feeling so tired— but such a statement brought out fear upon you, waking you up instantly. He was just a child. Your son. You didn’t want for him to endure the horrors of the world. The horrors of Geta.

But now you’re here, coaxing the child to your husband who stands upon your arrival.

With open arms, his child came running to him. Geta tried not to smile; to keep the facade of a benevolent leader, but such a sight was so… lovely.

“Hello little man, excited for the show?” Brushing his son’s matching hair back, he lifted his gaze to his wife. Already you sat beside them, lightly fanning at your reddened cheeks.

Sometimes he forgot you weren’t yet to such weather conditions just yet.

“Mhm mhm! Momma said there would be big— big animals!” Gesturing with wide little hands. geta hummed in agreement, leaning forward his cheek touched his sons.

“See there? Those beasts are dutiful in the field. They show no mercy upon the fool who chooses to be their foe.”

“Rhino!”

Geta laughed. “Yes, a rhino.”

Caracalla, ever the prodding man, interrupted such a sweet sight. “Brother, shouldn’t the woman being tending to the child? Not the fearless emperor.”

Meeting said man’s gaze, you scoffed. “How would you know, Caracalla. Sending your wife away and all?”

Caracalla snarled in response, his teeth crooked and yellow. Not removing your heavy gaze, you waited for the man’s chipped response.

“How dare you even—”

“Enough!” The emperor interrupted. Setting the child down, the little boy made his way to you, gesturing towards your lap for comfort.

Geta squinted at Caracalla, until the crowds roars distracted him so.

It was time to act, wasn’t it?

Turning towards the citizens, Geta let out a deep cry. His hands lifted, signaling for the guards to start the game.

With a call of a horn, the show began.

“Momma, look!”

“Careful honey, don’t lean too far.”

The only response was a pouting look, one that made your heart clench in regret. “Just be careful— I worry for you little star.” Pinching at his face, the boy let out a giggle. Geta wanted to pay attention to the mayhem. He really, really did.

Afterall, he went through so much trouble putting together for the act. Finding the resources for such an opportunity was getting harder and harder, the war made too big of an impact on supplies and men. But his people needed a distraction, especially in times like this.

But to see you there coddling and mulling over your little one—who looked like an exact copy of Geta himself, made him soft. Too soft to watch a man be stabbed repeatedly upon the ground floor and left to rot.

He was so glad you agreed to be a mother. Maybe he could convince you a second time tonight.

“Son,” the emperor called out, instantly gaining the boys attention.

“How about we visit the bayside after this?”

A confused look graced the child’s features and you had to lean in closer to geta to whisper gently. “He doesn’t know that word, darling. Say big blue water.”

Geta’s hands moved nervously beside the arm rest. Embarrassed to say such low leveled words. “Ahm, you know the.. big..blue water.”

Your son squeezed your hand in delight, already nodding his head up and down at such a statement. “Can we now— please?”

“Not until the shows over, my love,” setting him back down in your lap you smiled at Geta, amused by the child’s complete wonderment.

The man’s arm came into contact with your shoulder, pulling you into his side snuggly while the fight resumed on with loud cries and clashes. “You haven’t even seen the rhinos yet, son.”

A blank look appeared on the boy. “Oh yeah.”

The two of you sat side by side, geta touching you ever so often with calloused fingers. Your son not being able to sit still, wobbling in your lap carelessly as his balance flayed with every cry he let out for an animal that entered his vision.

“Did you see his horn? And the feet!” Being escorted out, Geta kept a hand around your waist as your son perched into your lap, his hands pinching and prodding as your cheeks.

Not being able to respond, you nodded laughing with a closed lip smile.

“Careful with your mother, boy, she’s delicate.”

The boys fingers stopped there pushing and a yawn escaped his lips. “Big water now?” A tired voice asked.

“Big water.” You agreed, lightly rocking him, your son soon found sleep, allowing a nap to take hold.

“I wish I could fall asleep like that.” With a guiding hand, Geta helped you upon the chariot, lifting you easily upon the wooden and steel frame.

“You do sleep like that, darling. Especially after dealing with your brother.”

A chuckle escaped the emperor as his body leaned back, both arms gracing the back of the seat. “He is inssufersble sometimes, isn’t he.”

Humming, your eyes suddenly felt tired. The heat was encapsulating your being and having your son splayed out onto your lap didn’t help.

Seeing you from the corner of his eyes, Geta noted the droopy lids and tucked down chin.

Usually he would forbid such a show of weakness in public. Say how reckless it is and cuss you out.

But something was differ today; he couldn’t quite place it.

“sleep, wife. I will awake you when we’ve arrived.” The promise escaped his lips before he could even think to push it back.

With a tired nod, you agreed. A slumber fell upon you before you could open your eyes once more.

Geta only scooted closer, pressing his shoulder to your slumped head with careful brushes.

The emperor couldn’t help but lean down, pressing a loving kiss to your forehead as your son’s snores reverberated through the small space.

Today was good to you.

Minus Caracalla’s presence, of course.

[iriswritesforyou]

Mutant Furnace

info - The heating had gone out in the school, Logan decided to help you

Warnings? - Coldness? Reader being from the south?

Word Count: 1,322

Logan had sported his leather jacket since the moment he got it, it was his trademark in a way. He wore it nearly every day and everywhere and you swore he even wore it to bed, even now with the whole heating out  in the school, he didn't really need it, but he wore it. It was the middle of winter and even with Charles and all his money and the heating had gone out. You and the other teachers had rounded up all the blankets and given them to the kids, you had given up everything but one of your own leaving you freezing in bed. It was around midnight now and you had classes in the morning, no matter how much you curled up and tossed around you could feel your fingers and toes go numb. 

Giving up,  you stood up, your teeth chattering and limbs shaking, wrapping your last blanket tightly around you. It was thin and made of a breathable cotton made for decoration, not for keeping warm so it offered little as you slowly made your way out of your room and down into the living room hoping someone had kept the fire going. With every movement your body ached and with every breath you could see it, you haven't grown up with a winter like this, barely ever seeing snow down south. 

It seemed like an eternity as you slowly made your way down the steps of the school, why did there have to be so many? It was quiet as you crept through the house and into the living room with your trembling breathing being the only sound. 

You could have started to cry when you saw the fire had died out and only the embers remained, still you made your way over slowly easing your body on the ground, getting as close to the fire place as you could without being inside of it. You were so focused on getting warm you missed Logan sitting in a chair in the corner of the room wearing that leather jacket. He didn't make a sound as he watched you shaking like a leaf, confused as to why you were awake at this hour and why you weren't curled up under the covers of your bed. You see, Logan had always had a bit of a soft spot for you, everyone knew it too and teased him about it but they never dared to tease you. 

“Kid?” His rough and low voice scared you as you jumped and turned half of your body to look at where his voice came from. 

“Logan?” He noticed how strained your voice was and walked over to you swiftly, crouching down next to you. He immediately noticed how your teeth were chattering and the blue tint to your typically rosy lips, the way your entire body shook worse and worse as the seconds moved by. 

“What are you do- doing down here?” You asked, struggling to make out the proper words “I could ask you the same doll.” 

“ I couldn't sleep, i- it’s too col - cold in here.” 

Logan knew for most people it would have been cold in the school but for him it was only slightly chilly, though you looked like you were freezing, about two seconds away from turning into a popsicle. 

“Why aren’t you in bed then kid? Under the covers where it’s warm?” Your shaking became even worse and your skin became increasingly dull and drained. You shook your head “ I - I gave all o-of my blank - k - ets to the students.” you gave a small laugh lamely and Logan could see your breath in the air “being fr -from the s- s- south and all, I - I don't really do the c- c -cold.” Your eyes flickered down to his leather jacket and how he didn't even look remotely cold “ H- How the hell a - are you n- not freezing?” 

He sat down next to you and shook his head “This is nothing compared to Canada and my mutation allows me to not feel temperatures as much as others.” 

His eyes went to the blanket around you barely managing to trap your body heat “Is that your only blanket?” You nodded. 

You watched as he shrugged off his leather jacket that tonight confirmed he slept in “Here.” He held it out to you and just looked at it dumbfounded, you couldn't really believe that Logan was giving you his jacket. He exhaled deeply and started to reach for your blanket to take it off. “Put it on, it will help, doll.” he said in a gentle tone. 

He helped you as you shook off your blanket and quickly put in his jacket that was too big for you, almost swallowing you whole before wrapping yourself up again. A small selfish part of him loved the way you looked in his jacket, his, on you, something that was too sweet to ever be his. 

It helped a little but not much, still shaking but less so, you thanked him. Logan had hoped that after a few minutes your body would start to warm up but it wasnt looking that way, he could start a fire. 

He unsheathed his claws catching your attention and you watched with unwavering focus as he scraped his claws against the metal on the side of the fireplace making sparks fly, catching the logs. He bent his torso over and blowed into it making a fire appear, you quickly scooted almost on top of it, your body right next to his, shoulder to shoulder. 

He thought you looked truly beautiful in the firelight with it reflecting off your skin and it highlighting the whites of your eyes, like an angel. Several moments passed in silence as he just watched you before you turned towards him, eyes locked onto each other. 

“Thank you” you whispered slowly and he felt your cold breath on his face, he could smell the scent of your hair and body, it was heavenly to him. 

“Well, I can't have one of our best teachers dying of the cold now can I?” you smiled at his words and bent your head down onto his shoulder leaning fully against him, he was so warm and you pushed yourself even closer. 

“You're like a 6 foot heater you know.” The color had now begun to come back to you and you had almost completely stopped shaking but he could still feel how cold you were, even his jacket. 

And in a selfish act that was more for him than for you, he wrapped one arm under your bent knees that were together and the other around your shoulder, picking you up and putting you in his lap. Your body was fully pressed against him now, sitting directly in his lap with his chin resting on his head but you went stiff for a moment before fully relaxing into his touch. 

You both could have spent forever like that, you felt safe in his arms that were tightly wrapped around your waist and he felt like the luckiest mutant in the world. 

With your body temperature finally back to normal a wave of exhaustion crashed into you. Logan kept his eyes fully trained on you as he watched your body fully sag down, eyelids becoming heavy and breathing evening out, he thought you had fallen asleep. Just as we were about to shift so he could lean against the fireplace so he could keep you warm through the night you lifted your neck up to his cheek and pressed your lips against his cheek softly “thank you.”

He froze before taking his hand and running it over your hair “always.” 

That whole night he stayed awake with you in his arms, keeping the fire from dying out and wrapped safely in his jacket in his arms with your blanket covering you both. 

[iliketangerines]

hiii, love your writing!!! could you do mk1 raiden x mean dom reader? (also i’d love if you could do reader fem and short bc i may be 4’10 but man do i love to make a big man cry😋😋)

on his knees

a/n: i need to see him on his knees fr

pairing: raiden x afab!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), edging, overstimulation, pussy eating

you sit with crossed legs on the edge of the bed, holding a remote in one hand, and you have a slight smirk on your face as you click a button

Raiden sits on his heels at the foot of the bed, right in front of your feet, and he lets out a little gasp as the vibrations grow more intense

you had strapped on a vibrator to the tip of his cock and also had a nice plug inside of him right now that you controlled with the remote in your hand

his muscles flex as his hips buck up into the air, but his arms can only strain against the rope you’ve tied him up with

he lets out a strained whine, looking up at you with teary eyes, and he begs for you to let him cum, please, please he’s been so good for you

you just smile and let the vibrations wrack his body, and his whines grow in volume as his hips buck forward for more friction

he closes his eyes, parting his lips to let out his strained moans, and you wait for him to reach his peak to just tilt over the edge

clicking a button on the remote, the vibrations stop and Raiden squirms, whining and rutting his hips into thin air in an attempt to try and cum

it’s useless, and he starts to cry again, beautiful tears running down his face as he bites his lip raw to try and keep from complaining

the first time he had complained when you had done this, you had give him a ruined orgasm and didn’t let himself cum properly for a week

it was delicious torture but now one Raiden wanted to repeat right now

he just pants into the air, feeling the pleasure fade away, and he lets out a choked moan when the vibrations start again, causing his cock to twitch

he’s flush, red creeping up along his chest and neck as he sits longer and longer by your feet, begging for you to make him cum

his cock is leaking pre-cum, dripping onto his thighs from how long he had been edged, and his legs are starting to go numb from how long he’s kneeled in front of you

you simply tilt your head as his red face, admiring how he whimpers and cries, and you turn the vibrations up to the maximum and watch how he jumps

his hips can’t stop moving, and he lets out strained gasps as the pleasure mixes with the pain

the overstimulation only made the pleasure feel more intense, like it was filling every sense of his, and it only had him craving for more as he start to beg

he whimpers and whines please please please, he’s been so good, please let me cum, please let me cum, i need it so badly

you smile down at him, turning down the vibrations, and Raiden’s head clears up just a bit

but the vibrations still have his mind fogged with pleasure, and he has to focus on your voice to hear what you say

you say that if he can make you cum first, he’ll finally get to cum, and Raiden nods pathetically, willing to do anything if you’d only push him over the edge

spreading your legs, you lean back and let him shuffle to you

with every move, the vibrating plug pushes against his prostate, and he gasps at the feeling, nearly falling over in the process as he finally reaches your pussy

he immediately wraps his lips around your clit, sucking on it hard and moaning as you vary the intensity of the vibrations

his tongue is messy and hurried as it flicks and laps over your clit, and he can feel your want staining the bottom of his chin

Raiden can’t seem to care as you bring one hand to pull at his hair, tugging at the hair band and letting the locks cascade down his back

your fingers card through his hair, and you seem unaffected as he presses a firm lick over your clit, trying to bring you close to the edge

the only sign that you even feel pleasure is the slight twitch of your thigh as Raiden whines into your pussy as you lower the vibrations again

he can’t take this much longer, everything is so intense, and he wraps his lips around your clit, sucking on it hard and pressing his tongue harshly into the sensitive bud

you sigh and push his head closer to your cunt, starting to grind your hips against him, and you turn the vibrations up

you still stare down at him with those hooded eyes, and Raiden whimpers as he continues, lapping at your cunt desperately

he can feel your legs starting to squeeze around him, and the vibrator in him keeps going, filling his mind with a pleasure-filled haze as he tries to concentrate on giving you pleasure

he’s so close, he can feel himself hurtling toward the edge, and he whimpers as you finally moan and push your head further into your body

Raiden moans into your pussy, momentarily forgetting his task as you let him cum, hot ropes of cum spilling onto the frame of the bed and onto his thighs and stomach

when you tug at his hair, he focuses back on the task at hand messily, brain turned to mush at how the pleasure ravishes him of every sense

the vibrators keep going, buzzing loudly as they wring him of every drop of his seed, but then they keep going and Raiden gasps and whines as blood flows to his cock and forces it back to hardness

you smile down at him and tell him that since he’s cum, you’re going to make him cum over and over again until he’s begging for mercy

[hollowaluminumvessel]

Post-114 (Still Not Ferin Well) headcanons 🤗

long post, Hcs for gillion, Jay and chibo under the cut ♥

Gillion(real)

-since his lay on hands wasn't an immediate reaction, all of his missing skin and the holes in his hands became scar tissue.

-once they got back to the ship and everything was calm again, his hair was soooo ratty and knotted. The crew spent ages combing it out, washing out the blood and grime, and making sure it was tied up next time they did something like that.

-when doppelgilly was voided and became a husk, Gillion felt bad. He knew that he shouldn't, he knew that doppelgilly was some evil copy of himself but doppelgilly looked, acted, and felt like himself. It was like looking in a mirror.

-to chip, Jay, and the rest of the crew, he has literally never looked worse. He looks exhausted, he looks beaten. To gil thoigh, he thinks that hes seen worse. He hasnt. The moment he was healed, they sent him to the tub.

-he nearly fell asleep in the elevator, and then while Jay and Gryffon helped with his hair.

-Gillion WILL have lasting trauma and you are NOT changing my mind. I mean no chance he doesn't right?? A Triton literally said to him, WHILE CHAINED, "YOU ABANDONED US." COME ON BRO THATS NOT EVEN THE WORST OF IT

-when Gil was first taken, his neck literally broke. It's verbally stated that if he hadn't casted death ward, he would literally be dead. And he was yanked upwards, as if he were hanged. That bitch should be DEAD AF DAWG. DEAD

Jay

-Jay is second guessing herself like the sky literally fell and it's her fault. She's questioning her role, her right to be a leader, even her life. She spends that night crying as quiet as she can. It felt good, she hasn't had a good silent sob session in a few months. She needed to let it out.

-When Jay put together that Gillion was actually doppelgillion, the loud noises started happening and she fuckin BOOKED IT over to the leviathan room. She got them into this mess, if she didn't get them out she'd never forgive herself.

-when gillion was sent to the tub and the rest of the crew left to do whatever they pleased, chip held Jay back. He told her that it wasn't all her fault. He said that he doesn't blame her for indulging on information about her sister, because why else are they going to the hole in the sea? For laughs? No, it's for chip to do the same thing. They hug then. And then they go about their day/night.

-Jay's hair is singed. When they finished with Gillions hair, they turn to Jay's and cut it as short as she'll let them. Her hair used to be around waist length, as she'd ignored it for a while, only doing so much as to brush it every morning and night to prevent knotting, and goddamn that shit was greasy. She wasn't the only one though so they didn't put it past her. Her hair after the cut is probably upper back to shoulder length. Queen comes along and helps her style it so she doesn't look stupid like she thinks she does.

-she denies that she likes it at all. She's lying and they all know it.

Chip

-im gonna be so fr with myself and say I haven't paid the most attention to chibo so if I get anything character-wise wrong, mercy 🙏

-chips bones are weaker now, some even broken from when he opened the drawer and the ringing rang. Griz said it splintered through his bones, I'm not letting that go

-anyway think like Hector from coco. Some bones are split and broken, some are being held together with medical tape, etc. Basically he's more broken than ever.

-in the fight with the holloweds on the ship. One of them managed to get a lucky shot right on the hole in his chest where his heart should be. Later that night, it burns. He scratches, he rubs, he does anything he can to make the burn go away but nothing works. It seems to have lessened the next day though, so he's not worried.

-theres discolored bruising around his neck where the slimy tongue is.

-on the same note, chip was being dragged much slower, so his neck didn't break, but he was held much tighter.

-when chip told Jay it wasn't her fault, it was all he could do to keep from crying. Because deep down, he thinks it was his. He's the one taking them to the hole, he's the one that brought them into this mess in the first place. He wished he'd never met anyone on this ship, so at least they'd be safe, home, and away from this. He's disappointed in himself. He's angry and sad and he's so upset that he's putting his crew through this nonsense.

-chip thinks the fact that doppelgilly pulled some of the worst cards back to back was hilarious. Then he looks at gillion later on and sees how he's contemplating and he rethinks. He doesn't really change his mind, but he rethinks.

[dianawinchester03]

Season 2, Episode 14 - Born Under a Bad Sign

Series Masterlist

Author's Note: Words can't explain how EXCITED I was for this episode AHHHHHHHHHH!!!! It's one of my favs and I've had scenes planned for it since I was writing the first few episodes of season one.

I've been powering through a lot of the heartbreak and shit in this season JUST for this episode lol.

So I hope everyone likes my twist and take on it!🥰

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Third Person POV

"Ellen, it's me again. Any chance you've heard from her?" Dean asked hopefully, currently parked under a bridge. Y/N has been missing for a week, no calls, no texts, nothing. Just radio silent. His heart aches painfully, constantly blaming himself for her leaving. Telling himself that if he had push her away, if he hadn't been so cold. She would've never left.

"I swear, it's like looking for dad and f/n all over again. I'm losing my mind here" Dean grumbled, wiping his face, frustration in his tone. "No, I've called her a thousand times, there's nothing but voicemail. I mean, I don't know where she went or why." Dean defended but he was lying, his mind was blaming him over and over.

"I left Sam at Bobby's to go out looking for her. Took a lot to make him stay behind but he did....Y/N's just gone" Dean croaked. "Alright, thanks Ellen.." Dean sighed before hanging up, dialing Sam's number. Sam answered almost immediately. "You heard from her?" He asked softly, his voice filled with concern and hope. "Nothing...not one fucking thing" Dean muttered, his voice rough.

"I've called and called...there's no answer. All her phones just go straight to voicemail" he replied, a deep frown settling on his face as tears welled up in his eyes but he refused to let them fall. "Maybe she just needs some time, Dean" Sam reasoned gently, trying to console his brother. He knew how much Y/N meant to him, how worried he was about her being alone out there somewhere.

Dean let out a bitter scoff. "You think I haven't considered that? But it's not like her to vanish like this, Sam. Something's wrong." He said, his grip tightening on his phone. "I know, you're right" Sam sighed, raking a hand through his hair. "But we'll find her. We just need to keep looking, keep calling" he said, a note of determination in his voice.

Dean went to reply but he felt his phone vibrate, pulling it away from his ear, he saw that it was Y/N's cell calling him. Dean's eyes widened, he nearly dropped his phone. "She's calling," he said urgently, hanging up on Sam. His heart racing as he answered the call. "Y/N/N??" Dean said softly but urgently before he snapped, "Where the hell are you, are you okay?!" He bellowed.

"D-dean?" Her shaky and terrified voice echoed through the phone. At the sound of her voice, all the tension in Dean's body seemed to ease some. He let out a breath he didn't realise he was holding, feeling a wave of relief wash over him. "Princess, thank god... yeah, it's me. Where are you? Are you okay?!" Dean asked, his voice a mix of worry and relief. She immediately started freaking out, sobbing hysterically.

Y/N's sobs echoed through the phone, her panicked voice making Dean's heart ache more with each passing second. "I-I-I'm so scared, D-Dean! I don't know where I a-am" she stuttered, her words broken up by gasps and sobs. It sounded slightly exaggerated and rehearsed but Dean tossed all logic out of his mind upon hearing her like this. His mind swirling with worry and panic.

"Hey, hey, hey..calm down for me okay, sweetheart? We don't want you to have another panic attack, alright?" Dean tried to soothe her, his heart breaking at the sound of her crying. "Do it with me. Deep breaths. In...out..." He guided, trying to get her to calm down. Y/N tried to follow his instructions, her breaths coming out as shaky gasps and sobs. Gradually, her deep breaths turned more rhythmic.

"Dean...I-I-I'm trying to stay calm but I'm so scared. I don't know how I got here" she hiccupped fearfully, her voice hoarse from crying and hyperventilating. "Where are you?" He asked her urgently. She instantly gave him her location, "Alright, don't move. I'm on my way" He said firmly before hanging up and hopping into his car.

As the call ended, Dean practically leapt into the Impala. He started the engine, pulling out from under the bridge and speeding down the road. He drove as quickly as he could, the entire time, his mind racing.

Why didn't she call until now? What the hell happened? Where's she been, who hurt her? Questions swirled in his head like a storm, his heart hammering in his chest.

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Meanwhile, Y/N, who was currently being possessed by Meg. Hung up the call, a with a wicked smirk on her face, wiping away a faux-tear from her eye. Staring into the mirror of the motel room as y/n fought for control on her body, looking back at herself. Sobbing on the inside at the shit Meg had made her do, staring down at her bloodied hand.

As Meg's smirk spread across Y/N's face in the mirror, she could feel the girl trying to desperately claw at her mind. Y/N's desperate and terrified pleads echoed in the back of her head, while Meg silently laughed.

"Don't fight it, darling" Meg cooed tauntingly, as she continued to stare at Y/N from the reflection. "Oh, isn't that sweet?" Meg taunted in a mocking tone. She turned from the mirror, pacing around the room as she spoke. "The big, tough hunter is coming to save the poor damsel in distress. How cliché" she chuckled darkly.

Y/N's voice rang within the confines of her mind, screaming her defiance and anger. "Shut up, bitch! Shut up!" she yelled, struggling to have even a semblance of control to speak. But her voice was a mere whisper in the back of her own mind. On the outside, however, no words left her lips. Meg was in control now, and there was no way for Y/N to regain even a tiny bit of that control.

She was currently just a prisoner within her own body horrified Y/N. She could only watch helplessly through her own eyes as Meg did whatever she wished with her. And right now, that was waiting for Dean to arrive, like a trap.

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(Quick Author's Note: Sorry for the interruption but I just wanna put it out there that I won't be saying 'Meg' for the rest of the chapter, unless I'm speaking of her internal monologue because it would be confusing to me, honestly. So I'm just going to say y/n to make things easier. But remember, Meg possessing her the entire time and every move she makes isn't hers, it's Meg. Okay, back to the story!)

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Twin Lakes Motel

Shortly after, Dean arrived to the motel. Slamming his door shut as he ran towards the motel room y/n gave him. Trudging down the hall and Y/N sat on the bed, stoic, Meg controlled her, aiding to the act as she stared down at her bloody knuckles. A knock at the door echoed, "Y/N, it's me" Dean gruff voice boomed through the door.

Meg's smirk widened, her fingers running over the blood on her knuckles as Dean unlocked the door, slowly walking through it. She kept her gaze trapped on Y/N's knuckles, a feigned air of innocence and fear.

"Hey Dean," she croaked in Y/N's voice as Dean moved closer. Deans eyes glanced down at her bloody knuckles, crouching besides her as he took her fist into his hand. "Are you bleeding?" He asked her softly. "I tried to wash it off...I-" She croaked, as Dean's eyes landed on her blood soaked top. His heart sank, "Oh my God" He gasped, pushing aside her leather jacket to see her cream top, drenched with dried blood.

"I don't think it's my blood" Y/N's voice dropped, "Who's is it?" Dean asked urgently, his eyes wide with panic. "I-I don't know" She shook her head, looking down at the top confused. "Y/N, what the hell happened?" Dean urged as she looked up at him slowly. "Dean....I don't remember anything" Tears welled up in her eyes as she said this, feigning sadness.

Dean's heart practically sank to his stomach as she spoke. Her words, her tone, the look in her eyes it all seemed so... wrong. Something was off about her, he could feel it in his gut. Nonetheless, he gently wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close as she leaned into him.

Y/N, trapped within her own mind, was screaming to be heard. She was pounding on the mental walls, she was kicking, scratching and doing everything she could to have even a semblance of control as she felt herself be pulled into the side of Dean.

It was so wrong, wrong, wrong. It was all so wrong. She was being so close to the man she loved, but it didn't feel right. Not with the smirk on her face on her face that Meg was sporting, not her in control. It didn't feel like the hug she'd wanted so badly. Y/N wanted to scream but could do nothing but watch through her eyes as she buried her face into Dean's chest, her arms wrapping around him.

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A little later, Y/N was sat on the bed as Dean entered back the room, having left to find out when y/n checked in and to get food. A paper bag with food in one hand and his phone pressed to his ear with the other, talking to Sam. Informing him that he's with y/n right now.

He closed the door behind him, his eyes glued to her figure on the bed. She was oddly and eerily still and silent, it sent a slight shiver up his spine. Dean continued speaking into the phone to Sam, his grip tightening on the paper bag. "Yeah, she's here. I found her" He said as he walked closer to her.

He reached into the paper bag, pulling a burger and fries out for her. She accepted it graciously, "Let me talk to her" Sam said to Dean through the phone. "Hang on," Dean replied as he handed the burger to Y/N. She took it almost hesitantly, her eyes flicking warily over his face. "Here, eat up," Dean said gently, as he put Sam on speaker phone and put it down on the bed.

Y/N looked down at the phone, before picking at a fry in the burger box reluctantly. "Hey Sammy" She breathed out, "Hey y/n/n" Sam's voice echoed through the phone, relief and worry filling his tone. "You're okay? Thank God, where the hell have you been? We've been calling you nonstop" Y/N bit into the burger before speaking. "That's what we're trying to figure out" She sighed, looking up at Dean expectingly.

Dean met her gaze, his heart sinking. The look in her eyes was so foreign to him. It looked.. empty, like there was no compassion, no comfort, no nothing. Just a blankness in her eyes that felt wrong.

"She doesn't remember what happened" Dean said finally, sitting down next to her. "What'd you find out?" Sam asked, "She checked in two days ago under the name Charlotte Bennington . Of course I think the scariest part about this is that you're still a Linkin' Park" Dean snorted, earning a dry chuckle and a middle finger from Y/N.

"Dean" Sam said seriously over the phone, "Y/N's rooms been quiet. Nobody's noticed anything unusual" Dean sighed, "You mean no one saw me walking around covered in blood" She clenched her jaw, suddenly feeling less hungry as she put the burger said, not that Meg needed it to survive in her body. "Yeah, that's what I mean" Dean frowned, "How did I even get here, fellas? What happened to me?!" Y/N groaned, burying her head in her hands.

"We don't know, but you're okay, that's what matters" Sam's voice pierced through the speaker, "Exactly, everything else we can deal with" Dean added, placing his hand on the small of her back to rub gentle circles. Meg inwardly rolled her eyes at the touch before putting in back the act, "Oh, really? 'Cause what if I hurt someone? Or worse-" Y/N shot up from the bed, beginning to pace the room as Dean's hand dropped to his side.

"Y/N!" Sam and Dean cut her off in unison, making her roll her eyes as she rest her hands on her hips. She took a deep breath before saying, "What if this is what John warned you about?" She stated, "Hey, woah woah. Come on, man. Let's not jump the gun here. We don't know what happened" Dean got defensive. "He's right, y/n/n. If it was....that..." Sam gulped, "It would've happened to me too" He stated firmly as Dean nodded.

"Exactly, most of your weirdo visions and stuff are connected, it would've happened to him to. Now we just gotta treat this like any job" Dean agreed as y/n took a deep breath. "Fuck this, I'm leaving Bobby's. I'll meet up with you guys in Twin Lakes" Sam grunted, adamant to help but Dean was quick to deny the help. "No, no no, Sammy. You stay where you are" Dean said firmly.

"We've got this" Sam rolled his eyes at this, "Dean-" Sam began but Dean was already cutting him off. "I'm serious, Sam. We don't need anything happening to you too" he said firmly. Sam let out a defeated sigh over the phone, "Fine.." he grumbled. "You better keep me updated though" He said firmly, the concern clear in his tone. "Yeah. We'll call you when we find something" Dean replied, reaching over to end the call before Sam could say anything else.

"Alright sweetheart, what's the last thing you remember?" Dean began softly, patting the bed next to him as y/n paced the room. She continued to pace, "It was me, you and Sam. At my safehouse in Fredericksburg, Texas....I went out to get supplies for the house and..." She began, this made Dean's face drop. "Fredericksburg, Texas? That was over a week ago" His tone dropped. Y/N looked over at him, anguish in her eyes. "That's it" She sighed, plopping her hands in defeat.

Dean was deep in thought, "Next thing I knew, I was sitting here....bloody. I felt like I'd been asleep for a month" She feigned a gulp. "Okay. Retrace your steps. The manager said you left yesterday afternoon and they never saw you come back so..." Dean got up and walked over to the window, pulling aside the curtain, his blood went cold when he saw dried blood on the window handle.

"Hey..." He called her over, y/n stepped closer to see the blood. Her breath hitching as they shared a look. "Well check it out, after" He said firmly, "But now" He then pointed to the food on the bed. "Eat" Dean ordered her firmly. Her stomach had no appetite, and the thought of food only made it twist uncomfortably. But she knew she had to keep the act up. So she sat back down on the bed and reached for the burger, forcing herself to take a half-hearted bite.

After she finished her food, Dean fished out a warm chocolate chip cookie from the paper bag. Y/N eyed the cookie, her mouth practically watering at the sight of it. Damn she couldn't deny her love of chocolate chip cookies. Meg hated them but Y/N loved them. So in order to keep up the act, she smiled widely. "You got me a cookie?" Dean smiled, clearly relived to see her smile.

He held the cookie out for her as he chuckled, "Yeah. I know how much you love them" As Dean turned away, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly. Meg resisted the urge to chuck the cookie at his head, rolling her eyes as she grimaced but forced it down Y/N's throat.

Meg wanted to gag at the taste of the cookie. While Y/N was happy to get something in her stomach because the bitch wasn't feeling her. Meg hated it, but she couldn't show that. So she forced herself to chew and swallow it with a pained smile. "Thanks Dean" She said faintly, trying to hide her disgust.

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The two walked down to the parking lot, y/n was now changed into fresh clothes. Her bloodied ones trashed, currently dressed in a dark brown top with a red flannel, her leather jacket tossed over. "Recognize anything?" Dean asked as her eyes scanned the lot. "Not really" She sighed as they walked a little out. "Wait" She suddenly said, "What?" Dean asked. "I think I was here..." Y/N began, "Do you remember?" Dean asked as Y/N eyed the lot.

"Not really, it just....It feels familiar, you know?" She shrugged, her brows knitted together as Dean moved towards the parking garages across from them. Dean attempted to pick the lock to one but y/n stopped him, "Try that one" She pointed to the second door, "Okay.." Dean said attempting to pick the lock again as she buried her hands into her pickets, feigning a confusing look as she took out a key.

"Wait..." Y/N gulped, before handing Dean the key. He raised his brows at this before accepting it, shoving it into the pad lock. The key did end up opening the garage door, an almost exaggerated gasp escaping y/n throat as he slid the door upwards, revealing a Volkswagen Beetle. "Oh, please tell me you didn't steal this" Dean groaned, looking at y/n with a exasperated expression as she sighed.

The two then made their way over to the car, Dean opening the passenger and y/n opening the drivers side. She pulled down the visor above, her eyes widening as they flickered down to the steering wheel. She ran her fingers over the wheel, showing it to Dean who looked equaled terrified, "More blood" She gulped, "Y/N...backseat" Dean pointed to a knife, drenched with mostly dried blood floorboard.

Y/N shakily picked the knife, examining it with terror on her face as Dean clenched his jaw, imagining the worse. "You think I used this on someone?" Y/N muttered horrified, but Dean shook his head. "I'm not thinking anything" He responded gruffly, but his heart was paining at the possibility. Y/N looked like she was close to tears as she wiped the blood from the knife on her dark flannel.

"Okay, now this is disturbing" Dean muttered, picking up a pack of Maverick cigarettes from the dashboard, y/n's head tilted in confusion at this. "But you know I smoke" She raised her brow, "Yeah, but you don't smoke this shit" Dean waved the pack of cheap cigarettes, "You usually smoke Dunhill, that flavored one" Dean stated the obvious, causing Meg to curse herself mentally at the forgotten fact about y/n. "Right...right" She covered up her mistake with a sigh.

Dean threw her a suspicious glance, his brows furrowed as if something was on his mind. But he didn't say anything, instead, he focused back on the situation at hand, trying to make sense of the pieces as he looked around the car. He brushed it off as her head not being in the right place. "Come on, Princess. This couldn't have been you. It had to have been someone else. Somebody who, uh.." Dean assured her before sniffing the half empty pack, "..has terrible taste" He chuckled amused, tossing the pack on the dashboard

Y/N eyes landed on a receipt that was folded in between the seats. She picked it up, studying it closely for a moment before showing it to Dean. "Hey. A gas receipt, few towns over" She said urgently, her voice low.

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Couple hours later, it was now evening time, the pair made it to the gas station in the Impala. Dean parked near the Gas n Sip store, "Alright, the receipt's for 10 gallons at pump number two" Dean said, reading off of the receipt as Y/N was lost in thought. His eyes flickered over to her, concern filling him from the dark look in her eyes. "You, uh, getting any goosebumps yet? 'God this looks familiar', déjà-vu, vibes?" He asked as she shook her head.

"That ESP thing doesn't seem to be working today, huh?" Dean smirked lightly, expecting a glare or a smack from her, as per usual. But instead, she sighed, shaking her head again. "Seems not" She said coldly. Dean's brows furrowed at this, used to her giving him at least an eyeroll whenever he poked her about it, confusing him even more. "Maybe someone inside will remember you" Dean grunted, turning the ignition to Baby off before hopping out.

"Come on" He ushered her out, moving around to her side to open the door for her. The two then walked into the store, the cashier immediately shouted, "You, out of her, now. I'm calling the cops!" Picking up the phone as he shook with fear. Y/N and Dean both gave the cashier a confused look. "You talking to her?" Dean asked, pointing at y/n with his thumb. "Yeah, I'm talking to her" The cashier scoffed.

"Bitch comes in yesterday, stinking drunk. Grabs a 40 from the fridge, starts chugging" The cashier explained with hostility. Y/N's eye's went wide at the story, her body stiffening at his words while Dean's jaw clenched in anger. "First of all, bitch.." Dean air quoted 'bitch', "...not necessary" Dean glared at the cashier, "And this woman? You drinking malt liquor?" He turned to Y/N confused.

"Not after she whipped the bottle at my fucking head" The cashier scoffed angrily, further shocking Dean. He turned to y/n, who wore an equally baffled look. "This woman?" His voice went up an octave at the complete out-of-character description the male cashier was giving him of y/n's supposed actions. "What, am I speaking, Urdu?" The cashier scoffed again, "Look, I'm really sorry if I did anything-" Y/N began apologetically,

"You know what, tell your story walking, sister. Po-po will be here in five" The cashier rolled his eyes, pressing the landline to his ear. "Wait, wait, wait, she's leaving, she's leaving. Put the phone down" Dean attempted to reason with the cashier, "Y/N, go wait in the car" Dean instructed her. "But, Dean-" She protested. "Go wait in the car" He repeated, his voice filled with more authority.

Y/N obeyed Dean reluctantly, walking out of the store and to the Impala, leaning against the car as she waited for him. Meanwhile, Dean turned to the cashier again, now alone with him. Dean wore a faux-smile. "Hey, look, I just wanna talk to you, thanks it, okay?" He tried to reason again, the cashier reluctantly put down the phone. "Now, when she took of yesterday, which way she did go?" Dean asked.

"Why don't you ask her yourself?" The cashier sassed as he leaned against the counter. "Because, I'm asking you" Dean flashed him a tight lipped smile, causing him to roll his eyes. "Now. Please, you'd be doing me a huge favor, okay?" Dean pleaded, "Oh, do you a favor? Well, that is what I live for" The cashier sassed, causing Dean to roll his eyes. "You know, you girlfriend didn't pay for the booze or the smokes, which she also illegally lit up."

Deans eyes widened at this, "You saw her smoking that crap?" He asked shocked, "Yeah. Chick's a chimney" The cashier stated as if it was obvious, Dean's eyes darted outside to y/n, who was leaned up against the Impala, patiently waiting. He then fished his wallet out of his pocket, clearing his throat before finding out a $20 bill. "This, uh, ought to cover it" He smiled, resting the hill on the counter as the cashiers face lit up.

"Mm, It's, uh...It's coming back to me now. She took down packs" Dean gave the cashier an unimpressed look before taking his wallet out again. "Of course she did" Dean muttered, pulling out another $20 bill, slamming it into the counter as he glared at the cashier, who smirked as he pocketed the change. "She went north on Route 71. Straight out of town" He told Dean.

He nodded before taking up a candy bar and another pack of Dunhill cigarettes from the holster above. Waving it at him as he quickly made his way out of the store, not bothering to pay, throwing a glare at the cashier before he left.

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It was now nightfall. Dean was driving as Y/N sat in the passenger side, taking a drag from her cigarette. Her elbow braced on the window ledge as Dean eyed her concerned. Dean kept his eyes on the road, glancing over at her every few minutes. The car was filled with a tense silence, only interrupted by the sound of the radio and the occasional drag from y/n's cigarette.

"What's going on with you, y/n? Hmm?" Dean's gruff concerned tone broke the silence. "Because smoking cheap crap, stealing, throwing bottles at people. I mean, that sounds more like me than you" He added. "Does it though?" She snorted, giving him a knowing look.

Dean chuckled lightly in response, shaking his head at her. She had a point, they were very similar but very different in many ways. "Alright, alright" He shook his head, the amused smile on his face dropping as he glanced back at her. "I mean, why did you leave?" His heart was in his throat as he asked. "Is it..it's it because-" Dean's words got caught in his throat as he thought back to a few weeks ago, that night in Milwaukee.

He looked away, hoping his words didn't come out how he had dreaded they would, "Is it because of that night?" Y/N didn't respond for a moment, her expression unreadable as she took a drag from her cigarette. Meg smirked internally as she went back into y/n's memories to see what night he was talking about. While y/n was screaming on the inside, trying to fight her way out of the demon's possession but Meg wouldn't budge.

After a few moments, through her voice again, spoke up, "What night?" She asked him in a monotone voice. "Don't play dum-" He said gruffly, but Y/N interrupted him, pointing to a dirt road. "Dear, wait. Right here. Turn down that road" She said urgently, flicking her burnt out cigarette bud out the window. "What?" Deans brows furrowed in confusion, "I don't know how I know, I just do" She exasperatedly.

Dean obliged, a bit frustrated that she brushed him off but he drove down the dirt road. About a mile in, they come upon a house. Dean parked infront, the two hopping out of Baby as they scanned the surroundings with their eyes. As soon as they stepped infront of the yard, a large automatic bright white light flashed in their faces from a lamppost. "Whoever lives here, I'd say they don't like surprises" Y/N commented. Dean was first to walk up the porch, y/n following behind.

"Should we knock?" Dean said as they approached the door, "Yeah, I guess" Y/N sighed, fishing out her flashlight from her jacket, shining it inside the window to the side as Dean rapped on the door. "Hey charming..." She called out to him, shining the light on the broken glass that scattered on the outside of the window still. "I'm surprised the cops didn't show" Dean muttered.

"Place like this, you'd think they'd have an alarm" He said, shining his own light inside the house, through the window. Y/N walked further up, her eyes flickering to the electrical box to the side of the house, "Yeah, you would" She said, pushing it open. She and Dean shared a look at this.

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Now inside the house, it was completely trashed upon entered. Dean closed the door behind him as he and y/n further investigated, their boots crunching on the broken glass that was scattered across the floor. Their lights shone through the dark house as Dean entered a room that seemed like an office, to see a man, laying flat to his side on the floor.

Using his foot, Dean poked at the man. "Hit the lights" He mumbled to y/n, who did just that. They both turned off their flashlight, shoving it into their pockets as Dean crouched besides the man, slowly turning him from his side to reveal the deceased man, a large gash in the side of his throat, the pool pooling on the carpet. Deans stomach churned as he brought his hand over his mouth.

"Oh, Christ," Dean breathed out in a whisper, his hand still plastered over his mouth, hiding the repulsed look on his face. Y/N behind him, "Dean, I did this" She croaked, tears welling up in her eyes. "We don't know that." Dean defended, "What else do you need? I mean how else do you explain the car, the knife, the blood!?" She exclaimed, "I don't know, y/n/n. Why don't you tell me?!" Dean argued back, her mouth snapped shut at this as Dean tried to come up with possible reasons.

"Look, even if you did do this. I'm sure you had a reason. You know? Self defense, uh, he was a bad son of a bitch, something" Dean assured her but Y/N rolled her eyes.

Loverboy is finding every way to defend her, it's sickening. Meg groaned internally.

Dean began to search the man's pockets but came up empty, "He didn't have any ID" Dean muttered, "I need your lock pick" Y/N said suddenly, her eyes flickering to the closet behind Dean. "What? Don't you have yours? Or you hairpin?" Dean asked confused. "No, just give me yours" She grunted, Dean raised his brows at this but obliged. Y/N unlocked the closet, pulling the doors open to reveal an arsenal of guns, grenades, rifles and ammunition.

"Holy fuck..." She muttered in shock as they scanned the closet, it was not only packed with weapons but also papers and journals that seemed to be filled with lore. "Either this guys a unibomber-" Dean began, "-or a Hunter" Y/N finished his thought, "Dean. I think I killed a hunter" She said shakily, her voice cracking with fear. Dean spotted a camera at the corner of the room, on the ceiling, Let's find out" Dean stated, y/n's eyes followed in his direction.

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Y/N sat behind the computer that had the footage, after hacking in and retrieving the video. "Here we go" Dean muttered as she rewinded to footage. On the screen show Y/N attacking the man, he attempted to fight her off as she straddled him. Right hooking him square in his jaw before he tossed her off of him. She stumbled back but quickly recovered, kneeing the man in the groin before punching him across his jaw again.

The man doubled over in pain as y/n raised the right foot, swiftly kicking him off of his feet. The man was now off camera but she pulled him back, right in the angle of the camera before off swiping the knife she was wielding across his throat, resulting in a deadly wound before tossing the man aside like trash. She stored the knife in her pocket, wiping her hand on her cream too.

Dean and y/n's eyes widened, a look of terror on her face as Dean paused the video. His heart sank as they watched the video. He couldn't believe it, he couldn't believe what he was watching. Y/N just killed a hunter in cold blood, and it was on video. He refused to believe it was in cold blood. Y/N's face had heartbreak written all over it as Dean tried to recollect his thoughts.

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Y/N was still sitting at the desk, reading a letter that the man's daughter wrote for him. "How do you erase this, huh?" Dean asked her urgently, but she refused to answer. "Y/N, come on. I need your help" Dean said harshly as he tapped her shoulder gently as he crouched by the computer's case, "I killed him, charming" She whispered, "I just broke in and killed him" She croaked, tears welling up in her eyes.

Dean's heart broke upon hearing her tone and seeing the tears in her eyes. "Listen to me, princess." he said gently, getting up to lean across from her at the desk. He reached over to tuck a lock of hair away from her face. "Whoever this guys is, he's a hunter. Which means that other are gonna come looking for his killer. Which means we gotta cover our tracks, okay?" Dean said firmly but y/n's expression remained stoic.

"His name was Steve Wandel. This is a letter from his daughter" Her voice cracked as she handed Dean the letter. She took a deep breath, exhaling hard as Dean clenched his jaw before moving back over to the computer case, picking up it up and crashing it into the floor. Y/N flinched at the sudden destruction, watching as Dean took his anger out on the computer. Driving his combat boot covered foot into it over and over.

He turned back to her, his jaw grinding before tossing her a cloth from his jacket. "Wipe your prints. Then we go" He ordered her firmly.

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Now back at a motel, y/n practically stumbled in, pure horror on her face as Dean shut the door behind them. He was beyond worried about what the hell was going on, but all he cared about was that she was okay and no one was gonna find that video. "Alright, we get a couple hours sleep and then we put this place in our rearview mirror. We'll meet up with Sam after" Dean said as he tossed his bag on his bed. Y/N pinched the bridge of her nose as she took a deep breath.

"Look, I know this is bad, okay? But you gotta snap out of it" Dean said firmly, but y/n didn't answer, her back turnt to him. "Y/N, say something!" Dean exclaimed, a twinge of desperation in his voice. Y/N faced Dean, "We should get some sleep and leave in the morning? Murder. Dean. That's what I did"She stated in a gruff tone, her hands residing on her hips. "M-maybe, okay? Hey, we don't know- Shapeshifter" Dean suggested, causing y/n to roll her eyes.

"Oh, come on. You know it wasn't. You saw the tape. There was no eye glare, no distortion" She scoffed pacing the room, "Yeah, but it wasn't you! Alright?" Dean argued as she narrowed her eyes at him. "I mean, it might have been you, but it wasn't you" He shook his head, refused to believe it as he stepped closer to her. "Well, I think it was" She said in a low tone before settling on her bed. Deans heart ached for her, sympathy etched on his face.

"I think maybe more than you know" She whispered, burying her head in her hands. "What the hell does that mean?" Dean grunted, his tone pained. "For the last few weeks, I've been having...I've been having these feelings" She began, "Y/N, you always get feelings. It's how we solve half our cases" Dean scoffed, "Not like that Dean!" Her head snapped up as she growled, her tone surprising him.

"What feelings?" He asked shakily, inching towards her before settling in the bed next to her. "Rage. Hate. And I can't stop it" She explained, not daring to look at him. "It just gets worse. Day by day, it gets worse" She whispered shakily, "You never told me this" Dean said softly, "I didn't wanna scare you or Sam" She admitted, taking a deep breath glancing up at Dean, her eyes connecting with his.

His heart sank as y/n spoke, and he shifted slightly closer to her on the bed, their knees barely touching. It was breaking Dean hearing her speak like this. He couldn't believe what she was saying, it felt so far from the y/n that he knew. He wanted to pull her into his arms and hold her, tell her things were going to be alright. "Why...Why would you think I'd be scared?" He asked tentatively as he shifted to sit closer to her.

"Because the Yellow-Eyed Demon, you know he has plans for me and Sam. And we both know he's turned other children into killers before too" She explained but her cut her off. "No one can control you, but you. And that isn't gonna happen to you or Sam" He stated firmly. "It sure doesn't seem like that Dean. Maybe it isn't the same with Sam, but it feels like no matter what I do, slowly but surely...I'm- I'm just becoming-"

"What?!" Dean scoffed, "Who I'm meant to be!" Y/N retorted. Dean chuckled humorlessly at this, shaking his head as he got up from besides her, beginning to unpack his back. "You said it once before, Dean. I gotta face up to who I am!" Y/N shot up from the bed, her tone defensively. "I didn't mean this!" Dean shouted back. "But it's still true, you know that!" Y/N argued, her voice raising as she paced over to him. "John knew that too. That's why he told you, if it ever came to this-"

"Shut up, Y/N!" Dean snapped, causing her to flinch. His face dropped, immediately feeling back for snapping at her, "Dean, you promised him. You promised me and Sam." Her voice dropped, "No. Listen to me" He began in a firm tone, "We're gonna figure this out, okay? I mean, there's gotta be a way, right?" He offered her a soft smile, "Yeah, there is" She responded sadly before reaching to the rear of her jeans to pull out her revolver.

She took his hand into her, shoving her gun in it, "I don't wanna hurt anyone else. I don't wanna hurt you." Dean froze, his heart pounded against his chest as she placed the gun in his hand. His grip tightened around the gun, not wanting to believe she was actually asking him to do this. He swallowed hard, "You won't." He said firmly, "Whatever this is, you can fight it" He assured her as she allowed her tears to fall from her eyes and down her cheek.

Looking at her standing there in front of him, tears streaming down her face and a look of anguish plastered on her face broke his heart. "No, I can't. Not forever." She shook her head with a tight tearful smile. "You gotta do it" She added firmly, her voice breaking her as she held back sobs. But Dean didn't move, she then roughly took Dean's hand that had the gun and pressed it to her chest.

"Please, Dean. I don't wanna be this" She breathed out heavily, a new wave of tears coming up as she begged. Dean stood paralysed, his heart rate quickening as he tried to process what was happening. But he knew this was what she wanted, even if he didn't want her to. "Y/N...I can't" He whispered softly, shaking his head as his own eyes welled up. "You have to!" Y/N pleaded, gripping onto Dean's hand that held the gun, pressing it further into her chest.

"You know, I tried so hard to keep you and Sam safe" Dean croaked, his lip quivering. "I know" Y/N nodded through her tears, offering him a sweet tearful smile as her breathing quickened. Dean's eyes went from the gun place on her chest and back to her eyes. "I can't" he repeated in a choked voice, pulling his hand away roughly from hers before tossing the gun on the bed. "I'd rather die." His voice broke.

Y/N gritted her teeth as Dean walked away from her, his back facing hers. She rolled her eyes frustration at Dean's refusal before, picking up the gun again before turning to Dean. His face hardened, trying to mask his emotion and tears that were ready to burst from his eyes as he turned to her. Y/N took a deep breath before taking her hand into his, closing the gap between them.

Her lips ghosted over his. Dean felt his heart pound against his chest as Y/N's lips hovered over his. Her body was flush against his, and the sensation of her warm breath on his lips made his heart throb in his chest. "W-what are you-?" Dean stuttered. His breath hitched in his throat as she gripped his shirt and pulled his body even closer against hers. Her lips were just barely touching his, the tips of their noses brushing against each other.

He was torn between wanting to pull away and wanting to pull her closer. He could feel her body pressed up against him, stirring up a mix of conflicting emotions. Their faces were so close that he could feel the heat radiating off of her, and her scent was filling his senses. Despite his resolve, he couldn't help but melt into her touch, his arms instinctively wrapping around her waist.

She brought her left hand up to caress his cheek, Dean leaned into her touch like he always would but something didn't feel right about it. "Y-Y/N..." He managed to stutter out, his voice low and gravelly. "Y/N....we talked about this" Dean choked out forcefully but Y/N didn't respond, her lips were parted a slightly as she gazed at his. Dean's heart was pounding against his chest, he wanted desperately to lean in and kiss her.

His mind was racing with emotions, and he tried to pull away but Y/N gripped his shirt tighter. She gently shushed him, her eyes holding a mixture of longing and determination. Her hand moved to the back of his neck, her fingers running through his hair. Her fingers felt like electric shocks against his skin, making his body shiver involuntarily.

"You'll live, baby..." She assured him in a soft tone. Her tender words and the way she called him 'baby' sent a pang through his chest. He didn't want to listen to her, but at the same time, he couldn't bring himself to move away from her. He closed his eyes, trying to focus away from the feel of her body against his, but he couldn't shake off the dread building up in his heart.

Y/N smirked wickedly at him, "Yeah....You'll live to regret this" She said in a dark tone before swiftly pistol whipping Dean across his face. Knocking the elder Winchester out cold, his body fell to the ground with a hard thud to the ground as Y/N stood above him, a dark grin on her face. She then turned to the mirror, her eyes flashing black, "Mirror, mirror on the wall..." Meg mocked her in a jeering tone.

Meg, with y/n's voice, cackled darkly with a smirk on her face as she stepped closer to the mirror. "Who is the baddest of them all?" She finished snidely. Y/N felt the sickening feeling wash over her as she witnessed everything take place through her own eyes, she tried desperately to fight off the possession but nothing worked. Nothing. She was hopeless as Meg exited the motel room in her, leaving an unconscious Dean inside.

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The next morning, a loud knocking at the door woke Dean up. Groaning, Dean slowly sat up, rubbing the back of his head where he was hit. "What the fuck?" He muttered groggily before himself pushing up. Keys rattled behind the door, it opened to reveal the motel manager, "It's past your checkout" The manager informed him as he rubbed his head. The throbbing from the pistol whip intensifying.

"What?" Dean groaned, disoriented and confused. "It's past check out and I have a couple here who needs your room" The manager informed him, Dean glanced outside to see an older man and a younger blonde woman who was dressed quite provocatively, "Oh yeah, I bet they do" He commented, "What time is it?" He asked urgently, checking his watch. "Twelve thirty" The manager informed him, losing his patience.

"The woman who was with me, have you seen her?" Dean asked the manager urgently, "Yeah, she left before dawn in your car and you should've gone with her because now I'm gonna have to charge you extra" The manager stated in a gruff tone. "Oh, son of a bitch" Dean muttered in frustration at the fact that he has no transport out of her. "That's just policy, sir" The manager stated, "I need you use your computer" Dean said quickly, rubbing his head. "Why would I let you use my computer?" The manager scoffed.

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The manager was now counting the ten $10 bills that Dean gave him in order to use his computer as Dean sat behind the computer, the landline pressed to his ear, calling 'A-Line Mobile Phone Services.' Within a few seconds, someone answered, "Hi, uh, so sorry to bother you, but, uh, my...little sister, snuck out of the house last night to and, uh, went to a Justin Timberlake concert. An- What?" Dean came up with the first lie on his mind but was cut off by the amused response of the responder.

"What?" He muttered, "Yeah, Justin is quite the triple threat.." He furrowed his brows at this. "Uh, anyway, so, she's not back yet, and I'm starting to worry." Dean stated in a worried tone, "Right, teenage girls will be teenage girls" Dean chuckled, "But see, y/n/n, is a, uh, a diabetic and, uh, if she doesn't get her insulin- then I just- I have to find him. My parents left me in charge, man. I'm scared something happened to her"

"Please, I'm begging you" Dean pleaded, "Yeah, no, no, no, I'm on the website right now. I just need to activate the GPS on her cell phone" He said, relief soaring through his chest as he typed in y/n's number on the computer in the website and her location popped up. "Yeah, right there. Duluth, Minnesota...Yeah, that is a long way to go for a concert. I appreciate your help" Dean thanks the responder before handing up.

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Duluth, Minnesota

Y/N pulled into a parking spot, outside the bar where Jo worked. She got out of the impala and entered the bar, she quickly spotted her bike outside of the bar. She tilted her head in confusion before shrugging it off and making her way into the bar. The last customer was just leaving, "Goodnight, thank you" Jo's tired voice said.

Y/N cleared her throat behind Jo, who's back was turnt to her, "Sorry, we're closing up" Jo informed her, "How bout just one for the road?" Y/N said offering her a small smile. Jo turned around, her expression softening as she recognised that it was y/n. "Oh my god, y/n!" Jo gasped, quickly walking over to her. "Where the hell you been?" She demanded lightly, pulling her into a tight hug.

Y/N was surprised by this, excepting her to be a bit more hostile. She chuckled as she returned the hug. "How did you know I was gone?" She asked Jo confused as she pulled away, causing the younger hunter to blush a bit lightly. "I- uh...Sam told me, he was just by here" Jo responded with a small shrug and it dawned on her.

So that's why Quinn was outside the bar, Sam took it to come see Jo....huh, and he's always on about how her 'death machine' scares him.

"So that's why you're being nice to me?" Y/N crossed her arms over her chest, a sly grin on her face as Jo moved around the bar to get her a beer. Compared to their last interaction, she was expecting Jo to be a bit more hostile. "Of course not.." Jo muttered in denial as she set the beer down in front of her, avoiding eye contact as she busied herself with cleaning the bar. A light chuckle escaped y/n's lips as she picked up her beer and sat down at the bar.

"You're a shitty liar" Y/N teased with an amused grin as Jo's shoulders drooped lightly in defeat. "So...you and Sam?" Y/N quirked her brows, her tone suggestive. "Oh-I- uh.." Jo's face turned a darker shade of red as she sputtered out, feeling heat pool in her face as a shy smile made its way onto her face. "No....You and Dean?" Jo returned the question with a sly grin.

Y/N raised her eyebrows at the question, feigning shock, "Me and Dean?!" She questioned in mock shock. "No way" She said with a scoff before taking a swig of beer. Jo smirked at this, shaking her head. "So, how'd you find me?" Jo asked. "Sam told me that you were here, don't know if he told Dean" Y/N responded with a shrug.

"Speaking of him, where is Dean?" Jo asked curiously as she leaned against the bar counter. "He couldn't make it." Y/N said quickly, "I'm just glad to see you're okay" Jo offered her a small smile, "And I'm glad to know you're not totally mad at us...since..." Y/N trailed off as Jo's face dropped. She decided to change the subject, "So, where's Sam?" She scanned the bar with her eyes.

Jo's smile returned again at the mention of the younger Winchester. "Oh, he left" She said, trying to keep her tone as casual as possible, "Went to get food about half hour ago" She explained, the shy smile returning to her face. "So, it's just you and me here?" Y/N asked in a low tone, her eyes trailing up Jo's body as she took her jacket off.

Jo's brows furrowed at her tone, her eyes flickered to what looked like a branding on y/n's arm. It was a small circle with a line through its radius, seared into the flesh on her forearm. "That looks like it hurts" Jo commented. Y/N went on edge as soon as she noticed it, covering it up with the sleeve of her flannel and a nervous chuckle. "No. No, just...had a run in with a hot stove" She chuckled, brushing it off.

"Look, Jo..." She began, cleaning her throat, "I actually came here to square things up" Y/N said in a sympathetic tone, leaning forward. "We didn't exactly part on the best terms, and it's nice to see that you and Sam made up...but I still feel bad, you know?" Jo looked surprised at her words, taken a back for a moment. She smiled at y/n in appreciation, "That's really sweet of you" Jo breathed out, a hint of relief washing over her.

"But, you really don't have to do that" Jo started, shaking her head. "I'd be lying if I said I'm not harboring some kind of resentment, but I'm trying...let's just forg-" Y/N cut her off, "No, Jo. Please, listen to me" She pleaded as she reached forward, grabbing Jo by the wrist and pulling her closer, forcing the younger girl to lean over the bar.

Jo immediately felt something off at this, "I know how you feel about John and my dad, and I can't say I blame you...they were obsessed." Y/N shook her head with a scoff, "Consumed with hunting. And they didn't care who got caught in the crossfire..and I guess that included your dad" She said sympathetically.

"But that was my father and John. That's not me" Y/N assured her, "And what about Sam?" Jo asked timidly. Y/N's demeanor changed, a scoff escaping her throat, "Boy, you're really carrying a torch for him, aren't you?" Y/N chuckled bitterly, pulling away as Jo made her way around the bar, leaning against it, across from y/n. Jo was baffled by her change in tone, "Excuse me?" Jo scoffed offended. "I'll take that as a yes" Y/N snorted.

"It's too bad. Because see, Sam, he likes you, sure...but not in the way you'd want" Y/N said in almost a mocking tone. "What are you getting at?" Jo demanded, her eyebrows furrowing as she stared at y/n in confusion. It made her blood boil at her sly smirk and knowing tone, she could practically feel the hostility seeping of her. "Sweetie, I'm sorry to put it like this. But Sam might just see you as a booty call."

Jo's jaw dropped at this, disbelief etched across her features. The comment made her cheeks burn hot with rage, her hands clenching into fists at her sides. "That...we haven't even-" She started, struggling to get her words out through the anger bubbling up inside of her. "You shut your mouth!"

"You think because he came here to see you that you mean something to him?" Y/N shook her head, chuckling, sipping her beer. "I'm just telling you the truth, I'm not trying to hurt you, Jo. I'd- I'm telling you because I care" She added in a faux-sympathetic tone. "You're lying." Jo shot back, her voice trembling with a mixture of anger and hurt. She took a step forward, closing the gap between them.

"Sam cares about me. He's my friend. He would never use me!" She defended. "You've known each other, all of what? Two seconds?" Y/N chuckled darkly, shaking her head in amusement. "I've known him my whole life" Jo's eyes narrowed to slits at Y/N, "You know? You're the last person I expected to be such a bitch" She growled at her. "Just trying to look out for you, that's all" Y/N snickered, the smirk on her face only infuriating to Jo more.

She then grabbed Jo's arm a bit roughly. "I'm just telling you, because I see more to you than just a hot piece of ass, Jo..." She caressed Jo's arm as she spoke, her tone filled with lust. "I could be more to you" Y/N said suggestively, her eyes trailing down Jo's body as she tugged her bottom lip into her mouth. It took a few seconds for Jo to realise exactly what Y/N was implying here, her eyes going wide as she slowly took in her words.

This was not the y/n she knew, "Maybe you should leave" Jo seethed through her teeth. "Okay" Y/N simply said, her eyes darkening as Jo snatched her arm away. Y/N pushed herself off the barstool she was sitting on. Jo turned away from her, exhaling deeply at the sudden change in behavior from her. She was caught off guard when Y/N suddenly grappled her, spinning her around to face her as she held Jo in place.

"Y/N, get off me! Y/N, get off me! Let go!!" Jo tried to fight her off, screaming as y/n held her in place. Tilting her head back in a tight grip, "Jo, Jo, Jo" Y/N mocked her, running her nose along the nose of her neck. Jo attempted to reach for the beer bottle to smash it against Y/N's head but she snatched Jo's arm, rearing her arm back, driving the beer bottle into counter, shattering it. Y/N then spun Jo around, holding her in a headlock as she attempted to fight out of her grip.

Screaming and whimpering, but y/n was by far stronger. "Y/N, no, no, no, please! Please! I'm your friend, please!" Jo pleaded, panting as she gripped her blonde locked between her fingers. Y/N tugged at her hair before driving her head into the counter, knocking her unconscious and limp into her arms before holding up her body. Cradling her weight, then lifting her onto the counter.

"It didn't have to be this way..." Y/N said in a low tone as she brushed Jo's hair away from her face, "..or maybe it did" She chuckled darkly.

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Meanwhile, Sam was just leaving the diner he went to get food for him and Jo. His phone then started vibrating in his pocket. Sam balanced the food boxes in one hand as he pulled his phone from his pocket, seeing Dean's name on the screen. He answered the call, "Hey, how is she?" Sam asked immediately, concerned about y/n. "We need to talk" Dean voice immediately caused a chill to run down the back of his neck.

"What's wrong?" Sam asked concerned, "Dude, I think Y/N's possessed. She has to be" Dean rambled, "What? How-what-" Sam sputtered, feeling his heart rate increase, as he stopped in his tracks. Dean gave Sam the full rundown of the events of what happened in their motel room, the younger Winchester's jaw was practically resting on his shoes as Dean explained what she did.

"Where the hell are you!? She's in Duluth, Minnesota at some bar. I'm heading there now." Sam's blood ran cold, the boxes slipped from his grip. Almost dropping his phone in the proceed, his heart pounding out of his chest. He had told y/n where Jo was, of course he told her, he told her almost everything. "Fuck!" Sam exclaimed. "I'm here. I'm on my way." Sam said urgently, hanging up and breaking out into a run.

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Back in the bar, Y/N gently placed the record only the player, 'The Doors by The Crystal Ship' now playing on the jukebox as she propped an unconscious Jo up to a pillar, pressing her back against it as she bounded her wrists around it. Jo slowly began to regain consciousness, winced from the throbbing pain in her head. "What the fuck is going on? What are you doing?" Jo grunted, wincing from the pain as y/n tightened her bounds.

"So, what exactly did your mom tell you about how your dad died?" Y/N whispered in a low smug tone. "You're not Y/N" She gritted her teeth. Y/N smirked, "Don't be so sure about that, sweetie. Answer the question" Y/N peered behind her, over her shoulder but Jo refused to answer. Y/N sighed deeply before pulling a stool to sit right infront of Jo. "Come on..." She held up a knife to Jo's face, "..It's me. You can tell me anything, you know that" She whispered.

"Answer.The.Question" Y/N gritted her teeth impatiently. "Fine" Jo huffed, "Fine" Y/N smiled widely, sliding the sharp knife gently over the bump from the head butt she gave Jo, moving some of hair hair away as Jo glared at her. "Our dads were in California. Devils Gate Reservoir. They were setting a trap for some kind of hellspawn. John was hiding, waiting. And my dad was bait" Jo grunted reluctantly as Y/N listened intently before chuckling darkly.

"That's just like John and F/N" She shook her head, propping her hand on her chin as she smiled. "Oh, I bet they dangled Bill like meat on a hook" She laughed as Jo glared at her. "Then what?" She asked curiously, getting up to move around the pillar. "Then the thing showed up. They got too eager, jumped out too soon. Got my dad exposed out in the open...the thing turned around...and killed him" Jo explained tearfully, hating the fact that she had to talk about this again.

"Hmmm, not quite" Y/N mocked, sighing as she leaned against the pillar. "What?" Jo's brows knitted together in confusion. "What? Oh-" Y/N feigned confusion, "You see, it hurt him. It didn't kill him" She giggled sadistically as Jo remained silent, in disbelief. "You really don't know the truth, do you?" Y/N chuckled at Jo's expression. "I bet your mom doesn't either" She added in a malicious tone.

"Know what?" Jo snapped, "You see, Bill....was all clawed up" Y/N began, her voice low as she brushed her lips against Jo's ear, a slither of fear, disgust and fear running down her spine as the hunter spoke of her father. "He was holding his insides in his hands..he was gurgling and...praying to see you and Ellen one more time" Y/N explained as tears spewed from Jo's eyes.

"So John...killed him. Put him out of his misery like a sick dog" Y/N said in a faux-sympathetic tone, a wicked grin on her face as she pulled away from Jo. "You're lying" Jo growled, refusing to believe that it's true. "I'm not. It's true" Y/N pressed, doubling over to lean down infront of Jo, her hands residing on her knees as she taunted the young hunter.

"Sam's daddy shot your daddy in the head" Y/N taunted in a sing-song tone. "How could you know that?" Jo snapped, shaking her head as the malicious smile returned to Y/N's face. "I hear things" Y/N responded simply before stabbing the large knife she was tracing Jo's features with into the pillar, right above Jo's head. "Why are you doing this to me?" Jo grunted, tugging at her bindings.

Y/N chuckled, fishing a long cloth out of her jeans pocket. "Like daddy, like daughter. You're bait. Open up" She wickedly smiled as she gagged Jo with the rag. "That's a good girl" She taunted again, tying the cloth around the back of her head, her chin residing at the top of Jo's head. The sound of the bar door opening made Y/N's ears perk up, she quickly pulled the knife from the pillar.

"Y/N!", Sam and Dean shouted as they barged in, guns pointed towards Y/N, "I begged you to stop me, Dean!" Y/N screamed back at them, pressing the knife to Jo's throat. Sam's heart fell from his chest, "Put the knife down, dammit!" Sam demanded but his words came out more like a plea, gripping his gun. "I can't fight it!" Y/N shouted. "My head feels like it's on fire, alright?! I know you feel it too, Sam!" Their hands shook as they aimed their guns at her.

"Sam, Dean. Kill me or I'm gonna kill here" Y/N warned the boys, pressing the knife harder against Jo's throat, causing her to whimper. "Please, you'll be doing me a favor" She pleaded, tears welling up in her eyes. The Winchesters exchanged a look at her words, "Shoot me, fellas." She sucked in a deep breath as the boys had their own tears welling up in their eyes.

Retracting the knife from Jo's throat, she left out a breath she didn't know she was holding as Y/N opened her arms wide. "Shoot me!" She demanded as she stared into the barrels of their guns, "No, y/n/n. Come on" Dean pleaded as they both shook their heads, lowering their guns. Sam turned away, swiftly taking out a flask of holy water from his jacket. Glaring as y/n as she moved closer to Dean, her back to Sam, unscrewing the cork.

"What the fuck is wrong with you two?!" Y/N bellowed before pushing Dean roughly, "Are you that scared to be alone that you'd rather let Jo die?!" She growled as Dean stumbled, he clenched his jaw as she turned to face his brother, "You'd rather let your little girlfriend die than kill me?!" She shouted at Sam, who tossed the holy water on his face, causing her to hiss in pain, the water sizzling on her skin.

Dean did the same, taking out his own flask, "That's holy water you demonic bitch!" Dean growled, drenched her with the holy water as she wailed from the pain, backing up into the pillar. She sneered at them, smoke pouring from her skin, her eyes flashing black at the Winchester before hauling ass out of the bar. Crashing her body through the glass window. Sam quickly took up the knife that y/n dropped when he and Dean were drenching her with holy water.

Cutting Jo from her binds as Dean ran towards y/n. "She was possessed?!" Jo exclaimed after she took off the rag from her mouth. Sam nodded as he pulled Jo into his arms, a shaky breath leaving his mouth as he held her. "Hey... are you okay?" Sam looked down at Jo, checking for any signs of injury. "I think I'm okay.." Jo replied tiredly, leaning against Sam. "Okay, stay here" Sam instructed her, taking his gun out of his pants.

"I'm coming with you" Jo insisted. "No, you need to stay here." Sam responded sternly. "...Please" He pleaded, flashing her his puppy dog eyes. Jo sighed in defeat, reluctantly nodding. "Fine.. but be careful." "I will, I promise." Sam reassured her before giving her a quick kiss on her forehead, relieved to see she's okay before following behind his brother.

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They followed Meg to a warehouse, the shuffling of her footsteps echoing through it as they creeped with their guns. The two saw her bend a corner not to far from them, both aiming their guns in the direction before sharing a look. They saw her head peer out from behind a large stock, but she quickly ducked. "So, who are you?" Dean asked, his voice echoing. "I got lots of names" Meg grunted as they creeped around.

"You been y/n since she disappeared, haven't you?" Sam asked, nudging his head in a direction, indicating to his brother that he heard her voice come from there. Dean nodded, taking the lead, "You should've seen your face when you thought she murdered that guy. Pathetic" Meg mocked him, "Why didn't you kill me?! You had a dozen chances" Dean shouted, both him and Sam ducking behind a large stock as she picked up an old beer bottle, tossing it in the other direction.

Their heads snapped over to the direction of the cluttering in the distance, "Nah, that would've been too easy. Where's the fun in that?" She chuckled as the boys eyes went wide, "See, this was a test. I wanted to see if I could push you far enough to waste Y/N. I should've known you wouldn't have the sack" She taunted Dean.

"I was gonna hop into you Sammy boy...I've always wanted to get up in that body of yours" She added with a sinister giggle. This made Sam groan in disgust as Dean's face contort to horror at the sound of the demon saying that in y/n's voice, "God, kill me now" Sam muttered, bracing his back against the stock, earning a glare from his brother as his choice in words. "Anyway, funs over now boys"

"Yeah, well I hope you got your kicks. Because you're gonna pay hell for this. I'm gonna make sure of that" Dean retorted. "How? You can't hurt me, not without hurting your little girlfriend" She mocked him. "See, I think you're gonna die, Dean. You and every other hunter I can find." She threatened, Dean put away his gun as Sam kept his, aiming it around the room as Dean reached into his jacket, taking the flask of holy water out again.

Quietly unscrewing the cork as she continued, "One look into Y/N's dewey sensitive eyes. And you, and they'll let me right in their door." With that, she made her way out the back door of the warehouse. Sam and Dean saw her shadow exit, both sharing a look before quickly following behind her. Dean pushed the door open, Sam aiming his gun outwards.

The two pressed their bodies to the wall leading out to the pier. Their eyes scanning the surroundings for Y/N. "I don't see her" Dean muttered lowly. "Neither do I" Sam whispered back, "Fuck!" Dean hissed. The brothers began walking down the pier, carefully maneuvering themselves from being seen. They kept looking around, searching every nook and cranny. Both now standing at the edge of the pier, looking down towards the water.

A shot rang out behind them, the bullet from her y/n's gun hitting Sam directly in the back of his right shoulder blade. "SAMMY!" Dean instantly turned towards his brother, his eyes widened in shock as Sam fell into the water at the edge of the pier. Y/N stood a few yards away from them, revolver in her grasp, grinning madly. Without hesitation, y/n raised her gun again, aiming at an unarmed Dean. But the bullet only grazed his shoulder.

So to aid to the act, Dean threw himself into the water. The brothers hid just below the surface of the rippling water. Their muscles ached from being tense and their bones shivered from the bitter cold. They stayed submerged under the water, holding their breaths as best they could.

She slowly began walking over to the spot where they went in. She looked down at the water, searching for any sign of them. But it was a black abyss in the night, the moon only gave so much light in the dark. She smirked to herself, believing the both brothers to be gone.

Staying underwater, Dean slowly looked over at his brother who was floating just beside him. Their eyes met under the water, Sam giving a nod as if he was reassuring his brother. Dean returned a nod, hearing her footsteps descend on the wooden pier.

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After Sam didn't return, Jo went looking for him. Her light shining through the dark warehouse as she pressed her phone to her ear. "This is Sam, leave a message" Sam's voicemail said before beeping. "Damn it Sam!" Jo huffed at hearing the tone. She hung up before stuffing her phone away. Pushing the back door open, the night air instantly hit her skin. She went to take a step forward before stopping, hearing grunting from the end of the pier.

She quickly began to jog down the pier, her boots clinking against the wooden surface. Sam laid flat on his back, gripping his shoulder as Dean pressed a wet cloth to his bullet wound. "What the-!" Hearing her, Dean looked up, eyes widened in shock, seeing Jo approach them, her face full of distress and concern.

"What the hell happened?!" she exclaimed crouching down besides Sam. Quickly taking off her dry jacket, replacing the wet cloth on Sam's shoulder with her jacket to add pressure to the wound. Sam whimpered quietly as Jo applied pressure to his shoulder; the pressure made his body cringe, the stinging of the wound still fresh, feeling as if it was throbbing with each heartbeat.

"Where's y/n?" Dean asked urgently, wrapping Sam's unwounded arm around his shoulder, helping him to his feet. "I don't know, I've been looking for you guys" She responded, trying to help Dean steady Sam's weight. The three of them began to make their way back up the pier, the water dripping from the boys' clothes as they went. Sam's teeth were practically chattering together.

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Now back at the bar, Sam grunted continuously as Jo dug around in his shoulder for the bullet. "Alright! Got it, got it" Jo cheered as she held a small silver bullet in her hand with a pair of tweezers, dropping it into the shot glass with rubbing alcohol as Sam chugged from the bottle of whiskey. Standing off to the side, leaning against the bar, Dean grumbled under his breath as he watched his injured little brother writhing in pain.

His mind was swarming, worried about Y/N. "There" Jo spoke up. "God, you're a butcher" He groaned, resting the bottle down on the table. "You're welcome" Jo retorted with equal sass. "Fuck this" Dean growled, moving to leave the bar, clutching his grazed arm that was still dripping with blood. "Whoa whoa whoa!" Sam called out, grabbing his brother's undamaged arm stopping him in his tracks.

"Just give Jo two minutes to patch you up, we can't help y/n if we're bleeding to death" Sam snapped. "Like I give a damn!" Dean roared, turning around. His eyes were bloodshot from his rage and worry. His breathing coming in short bursts as he fought to keep down his emotions of anger and worry. But Sam being Sam wasn't going to back down just because his brother was angry. Instead, he pushed through the pain, keeping ahold of Dean's arm.

"I know, alright! I want to find her just as much as you do, but we need to be smart about this" Dean scowled, he knew his younger brother was right. He always was, which seemed to piss him off even more. He clenched his jaw, taking a deep breath. After a moment, he finally relented, grumbling under his breath as he sat down next to Sam, "Be quick" The elder Winchester snapped.

"I'm trying" Jo snapped back, already grabbing a damp cloth, rubbing it across the grazed wound on Dean's arm. Dean gritted his teeth, holding back the groan of pain from the stinging of the wound as Jo continued to patch him up. "So, how did you guys know that she was possessed?" Jo asked as she dabbed Deans wound with rubbing alcohol, causing him to groan. "Ah! Uh, I didn't. I just knew that it couldn't have been her" Dean muttered, his eyes trained on his glass of whiskey as Jo gauzed his arm.

Jo nodded at this before turning to Sam, taking the gauze he had pressed to his shoulder off for him. "Hey, Sam?" Her voice was a bit shaky. "Yeah?" Sam responded, still wreathing in pain. "I know demons lie, but, do they ever tell the truth too?" She asked, going back to wrapping gauze around his wound. Sam winced, taking another swig from the bottle of whiskey he held. Sam thought for a second.

"Um...yeah, sometimes. I guess. Especially if they know it'll mess with your head" He took another sip of the whiskey as Jo's face dropped, her heart plummeting. "Why do you ask?" He asked softly, noticing the look of despair on his face. "Nothing. It doesn't matter" She shook her head. Sam watched her for a moment, the look on her face made him even more worried, but when she didn't say anything for a moment.

He decided against asking and went back to nursing his wound with the bottle of whiskey. "So, do you guys have any idea where she's headed to next?" Jo asked, changing the subject. "Well, so far, she's been going after the nearest hunter, so, the closest one we know is in South Dakota" Dean explained, watching as Jo nursed Sam's wound. Jo nodded again, finishing up on Sam's wrappings.

"Okay, I'm done. Let's go" She said getting up along with Sam. Sam's brows shot up as Dean chuckled at this, "You're not coming" Dean grunted, "The hell I'm not, I'm a part of this now" Jo insisted, Dean rolled his eyes, looking over at his little brother for help. Sam sighed, he didn't want to argue, especially since his shoulder was pulsing in pain. "Jo, listen. It's not a good idea," Jo looked almost hurt by that, but she had some fire in her as she clenched her jaw together.

"I'm going. You guys can't stop me" She replied firmly as the brothers looked at each other before rolling their eyes. "Oh yeah?" Dean countered, rising to his feet. "That demon bitch inside your girlfriend told me that John killed my father that hunt. And I quote, put him out of his misery. So you're not stopping me, pal!" Jo argued with Dean, standing her ground.

Both the brothers' eyes widened in shock and disbelief at her words. This was the first time they had heard this, and it took them a moment for them to regain their composure. Sam, being the calmer of the two, spoke up first, "Wait, what?" Sam gasped, "What do you mean by 'put him out of his misery'?" Dean asked, his voice shaking slightly as he clenched his jaw, he was trying to hold back the anger that was building up.

Jo swallowed, tears welling up in her eyes as her hands resided on her hips. "Okay, come on. You can come" Sam said calmly, handing Jo the keys to Quinn.

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Sioux Falls, South Dakota

Y/N knocked against Bobby's front door, the veteran hunter opening after a few seconds to reveal the young woman, greeting him with a sweet smile. "Y/N" Bobby chuckled surprised, pulling her into a hug. "Hey, Bobby" Y/N smiled into the hug, "It's been a while" He stated with a chuckle, "Yeah, we've been busy" She snorted. "Well, come on in" Bobby moved aside, allowing her in. Y/N nodded graciously as Bobby closed the door behind her.

"So, what brings you?" Bobby asked curiously as they walked into his study. "Working a job nearby and I thought I'd stop in to say hey" She responded casually, "Where's Sam and Dean?" Bobby asked, "Sam's probably holed up at a library and Dean is definitely holed up somewhere with a girl and a 12 pack" She snorted in amusement. "Oh yeah?" Bobby chuckled, moving over to the kitchen to get two beers.

"I'm sure she isn't as pretty as you, kiddo" Bobby commented sincerely, from the kitchen, rummaging through the fridge as her eyes flashed black. "Well, if you ask me, he's in way over his head" Y/N chuckled as Bobby re-emerged through the doorway, "Well, it's good to see you" He smiled at her, handing her a beer, holding up his beer. "To F/N and John" Bobby toasted. Y/N smiled sweetly as this, forcing tears to her eyes.

"To Daddy and John" She nodded, toasting with Bobby before bringing the mouth of the bottle to her lips. Bobby watched with narrowed eyes as y/n took a swig of the beer, immediately hissing and coughing when she did. Falling to the ground, the beer bottle slipping from her grasp. "What'd your do?!" Y/N grunted, gasping for breath. "A little holy water in your beer. Y/N never would've noticed"

"But then, you're not y/n, are you?" Bobby smiled smugly, watching the demon on the floor as she growled in anger, her body trying to fight off the holy water. "You bastard" She snapped, her eyes glowing black as she attempted to get to her feet but she was coughing harshly from the pain sizzling in her throat. "Don't try to con a con man" With that, Bobby reared his fist back.

Right hooking her across her face, knocking her unconscious with a heavy grunt. Y/N's body crashed down onto the floor, passed out. Bobby grunted, leaning down to examine her, feeling her pulse with two fingers. Satisfied that she wasn't going to stir anytime soon, Bobby stood up straight, looking down at her unconscious body. A sad look appearing on his face.

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The next morning, Y/N was now tied to a chair in the middle of Bobby's study. In the center of a devils trap, she was awoken with a harsh slap by Jo. "Hey!" She snapped. "Uh!!" Y/N grunted, her eyes opened quickly, glaring up at Jo. "Go easy on her, will ya?!" Dean growled at Jo. She rolled her eyes in return, Sam and Dean standing besides her as they stared down at y/n, who was glaring up at them with a nasty look on her face.

Her head tilted towards the ceiling, her eyes trained on the devils trap before looking back down at them in-front of her. "Sam, Dean...back from the dead?" Y/N panted. "I supposed I have you to thank for that?" Her eyes flickered to Jo. "That's right." Jo retorted with equal snark. Y/N gave her a fake smile. "Well...thanks" She responded with a sharp tone.

"It's getting to be a regular thing for you boys, isn't it? Like cockroaches, especially you, charming" She smirked at Dean. "You don't call me that" Dean snapped. She chuckled darkly, "Oh, charming, charming, charming" She taunted in a sing song tone. Dean's eye twitched at this, gritting his teeth as he clenched his jaw.

Sam shifted his weight, leaning against the table, folding his arms across his chest. Y/N's eyes moved to him then, a smirk appearing on her face as she raised an eyebrow, "Well, you look better, handsome" She commented. "I'm healing, thanks for noticing" He responded with slight sarcasm.

"How bout I smack that smartass right out of your mouth?" Dean growled. "Oh, careful now" She smirked, "You wouldn't wanna bruise this fine body...or maybe you would?" Sam and Jo shared a glance, hiding their growing smirks as Dean's face twisted with anger. "Shut up" Dean sneered, clenching his fist. She chuckled, "Hit a nerve?" She teased, cocking her head at him, "Aw, did I say something you didn't like?" She pouted, mocking him.

Dean's breathing was ragged, the veins in his head were popping out and Meg was loving every second of it. "Poor Dean and Y/N" She continued to taunt. "You two are like a bad romance novel" She snorted, throwing her head back with a laugh. "I'm going to rip that smart mouth right off your goddamn face" Dean snapped, his breathing was now coming in short bursts.

Y/N smiled sweetly, her head tilted to the side as she looked at him through her eyelashes, batting them at him. "Promises, promises" She crooned, her voice sickly sweet. "You wouldn't dare lay a finger on her, you're full of shit, baby" She called out his bluff, Dean smirked at her. "Don't worry. This isn't gonna hurt, Y/N" Sam chimed in, picking up a gallon of holy water, handing it to Jo.

"You on the other hand-" Jo started, before drenching her with some of holy water. Y/N screamed, thrashing against her restraints as she writhed in pain, grunting and gasping. "AHHHHH!" The holy water stung her skin as it hissed, sizzling against her body. Dean's instinct was immediate as he reached out, but then he stopped himself. "You feel like talking now?!" Dean growled.

"Your little bitch is still my meat puppet, I'll make her bite off her own tongue" She threatened as she thrashed her body in the bindings, her body trying to regurgitate the holy water she ingested. Coughing erratically. "No, you won't be in her long enough" Sam snapped at her. "Bobby" Jo turned to Bobby, her arms crossed over her chest. Bobby nodded opening his book with the exorcism incantation.

Sam and Jo stood over the demon, her breathing was labored from the pain, her eyes darting around the room, watching their every move as Bobby began chanting the incantation. "See, whatever bitch masterplan you demons are cooking up-" Dean began in a gruff angry tone as y/n tussled in the chair, wreathing in pain. "Ahh!!" She screamed.

"-you're not getting Y/N or Sam. You understand me?!" Dean got to her eye level, pressing his hands to his knees. "Fuck you, Dean!" Y/N retorted through gritted teeth, her breath coming in short gasps as she struggled against the pain. "I'm gonna kill everyone of you first!" Dean shouted in her face as she thrashed in pain before a maniacal laugh erupted from her throat. Bobby stopped his incantation abruptly.

Everyone watched y/n as she threw her head back, letting out another high pitched laugh, her eyes were filled with tears but not from pain, but from...amusement? Confusion rippled through the room as they all watched her laugh. "You really think that's what this is about? The master plan?" She scoffed, her breathing heavy. "I don't give a rats ass about the master plan" She grunted before the three looked at Bobby again desperately.

He started reciting the incantation again, but y/n tilted her head, a mad grin in her face. "Oops. Doesn't seem to be working" She giggled. Everyone's eyes widened as she said this, "W-What do you mean?" Sam asked in disbelief, Bobby stopped the incantation again, confusion written all over his face, as the room watched y/n intently. "See, I learned a few new tricks. I've learned how to control your girl's powers" Her eyes darkened before lowering her head.

She raised her head, "Taught myself a neat little spell" A slow, sinister smile appeared on her face, lowering her head again as she began to chant in Latin. Everyone exchanged nervous glances with each other, listening intently to the words y/n was speaking. The fireplace suddenly erupted as she said the spell, almost blasting Bobby. The house then started shaking as though an earthquake hit, papers from Bobby's desk flying around the room as the wind suddenly increased.

Sam quickly pulled Jo away from her, as she was standing the closest to her. "What's happening?!" Jo shouted over the noise, as papers fluttered around them, Dean looked towards Sam, "I-I don't know!" Sam responded equally panicked as the noise became louder and the wind stronger. "This isn't going like I pictured. What's going on Bobby?!" Dean shouted over the increasing noise as Sam gripped onto Jo.

Bobby quickly moved over to y/n, who's head was still down chanting the spell. His eyes flickered to her forearm, pulling down the sleeve to see the familiar symbol seared into her skin. Bobby's eyes widened immediately at the symbol, he looked at her face as the room began to shake violently. "Its a binding link! It's like a lock!" He warned, warned them. "It's locked itself inside of y/n's body!"

"What the hell do we do?!" Jo shouted. "I don't know!" Bobby screamed as Y/N tilted her head towards the ceiling, shouting, causing the ceiling to cave inwards, breaking the devils trap, rendering it useless. She grinned madly as Sam, Dean and Jo stare at her with wide eyes and fearful expressions. “There. That’s better” She flashes her eyes black before whipping her head in Bobby’s direction, sending him flying into the wall.

His back his a glass painting, everyone’s eyes widen in shock as Bobby crash landed against the wall, hitting it with a sickening thud, now knocked unconscious. Sam and Dean whipped their heads in her direction, their eyes hard and their jaws clenched together. “You son of a…” Dean mumbled under his breath as Sam and Jo rushed over to help up Bobby but, “Ah…Ah…ah…” She wagged her finger at them, stopping them from getting to their feet.

Dean watched in a mixture of horror as she stared down the two young hunters. She chuckled darkly, before she flicked her fingers, throwing Sam and Jo across the room, sending them crashing into the study desk.

She then flicked her fingers in Deans direction, sending him flying back against the wall, hitting it with a loud thump. Sam and Jo watched with horror as Dean grunted in pain while y/n ripped her arms out of the restraints. She stood up from her chair, cracking her neck and flexing her fingers as she padded over to Dean, standing over him as he groaned in pain, clutching onto his shoulder.

She flashed a sickeningly sweet smile down at him, “Deano” Her voice was sickly sweet as she watched him struggle against the wall. Dean looked up at her, his teeth gritted together. Dean grimaced in pain as he looked up at her, his eyes wide. He watched crouched infront of him, reaching out, brushing the back of her fingers against his cheek. He tried to move his head away but she firmly placed her hand on his jaw, keeping his head in place.

“You know when people wanna describe the worst thing possible? They say it’s ‘like hell’” She drew her fist back and punched Dean across his face. Dean’s head snapped hard to the side as her fist came into contact with his cheek, letting out a pained gasp, his skin immediately stung. Blood began to trickle down his cheek, down his jaw. He struggled to regain his breath as he winced, looking back up at her.

“Well hell is like uh…” She glared at him before drawing her fist back again, “UGH!” Dean grunted as she continued her attack on him. “Well, it’s like hell. Even for demons” She gritted her teeth at him before punching him again. Letting go of his jacket with a hard push against the wall, she paced over to Sam.

Sam and Jo looked up as she approached them, She leaned over Sam and Jo, her face contorted into a malicious smile. “Jo, Jo, Jo.” She said in a sweet voice as she looked down at Jo. “Why am I not surprised to see you? You’re just as stupid as your daddy was. So trusting of Winchesters and L/Ns” She cackled, kicking her across her face.

Sam’s heart raced as he felt the anger bubble up in the pit of his stomach. He clenched his jaw, “You shut your mouth” He grunted angrily, his hands clenching into tight fists at his side. “You’re lying!” Jo screamed. At the sound of Jo’s raised voice, y/n’s eyes flickered over to her, a snarl on her lips “Maybe I am, maybe I’m not. You’ll never know” said snarled before turning back to Sam.

“I gotta say Sammy, I was a bit jealous to hear about you and Jojo here” She bit her lip, crouching besides Sam. He narrowed his eyes up at her, the anger bubbling more in his stomach, along with his stomach churning from disgust. “Jealous? Why would you be jealous?” He asked her through clenched teeth as he continued to glare at her.

“You had quite a thing for me when I was in that perky little blonde, before you and your brother sent me back to hell” She growled before right hooking Sam. Sam felt the impact as she punched him hard across the face, his head snapping to the side. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, his eyes widened in shock. “Meg” Dean groaned in realization from across the room.

“No, baby. Not anymore. Now I’m y/n” She winked as she reared her fist back again, right hooking the younger Winchester. A slow, evil smile spread across her face looked over at Jo. Snatching the young girl by her collar. Using her other hand, she pressed Sam to the ground with a force as she gripped Jo by her throat, her eyes shining black. Sam gasped as he was slammed down against the floor, his arms flailing as he tried to reach for something, anything to help him.

Bobby began to come to, watching from across the room, eyes widened, as he tried to think of a plan since Meg had seemingly forgotten about him. Dean was still stuck against the wall, his body rigid and tense with anger. “I-if you’re gonna kill m-me, at least tell me the truth” Jo gasped as she struggled in her grips. Y/N smirked at this, her grip on Jo’s throat tightened as she leaned down to her, “You really wanna know the truth?” She asked, her voice mockingly sweet.

Jo nodded quickly, desperation filling her voice as she stared back at her with fear in her eyes. “Johnny enjoyed killing your sack of a father” She grinned widely. A tear fell down Jo’s cheek as she began to cry, her mouth hanging open slightly in horror. “You’re lying” she managed to say in a whisper, tears streamed down her face.

“And your little boyfriend here knew” Her eyes flickered back down to Sam, slamming Jo’s back into the wall, knocking the wind out of her, before she snatched Sam by his collar. “By the way…” She smirked, digging her thumb into the bullet wound on his shoulder as Jo slid down besides them. Sam gasped in pain, gritting his teeth together as he shut his eyes. He struggled in her grip, groaning.

“..I saw your dad and f/n there. They say ‘howdy’” She taunted as she continued to press her thumb mercilessly into his injury, digging deeper. He let out another grunt in pain, unable to get out of her impossibly strong grip. “All that I had to hold onto was that I would climb out one day. And that I was gonna torture you and your brother” She growled at Sam. Punching him across his face again.

She let him go, slamming him into Jo’s frail body. He slumped against the wall, gasping in pain, he felt Jo’s arms wrap around his shoulders as he opened his eyes to look up at her. Tears streamed down her face as she pulled him close, his head resting against her chest. “Shh, it’s okay” She comforted softly, running her fingers through his messy hair as Y/N before padded over to Dean.

Dean watched her approach him, panting from the excruciating pain from the recent blows he received. He gritted his teeth as she knelt in front of him, studying his face. “I’m gonna hurt your pretty face nice and slow, like pulling off wings of an insect” She growled, a nasty smile on her face as she right hook Dean again. “But whatever I do to you, it’s nothing compared to what you do to yourself, is it?” She chuckled, “I can see it in your eyes, Dean. You’re worthless” She taunted as Dean panted for air.

“You couldn’t save your dads, and deep down…you know that you can’t save your brother or your bitch” She mocked him as Dean shook with anger and rage. “They’d have been better off without you. His heart shattered into a million pieces as she said these words. He knew it himself, he always had. But to hear it from her lips stung more than the physical pain he was feeling.

He felt the familiar burn of welling tears in the back of his throat, he gritted his teeth as he tried to stop them from falling. Dean’a eyes flickered behind y/n to see Bobby slowly approaching her, wielding a hot poker, he kept his mouth shut as she drew his fist back again but Bobby caught her arm.

Pressing the searing end of the hot poker to the binding link on her arm. Y/N screamed out in pain as her eyes widened, “N-NO!!” She yelled out, trying to jerk her arm away as Bobby kept a firm grip on her arm. She left hooked Bobby, struggling to her feet as her head tilting towards the ceiling as the black smoke from the demon protruded from her mouth.

Bobby was sent flying once again, his back hitting the wall with a loud thump. He groaned in pain, trying to straighten up as he watched her. Just as quickly as she was possessed, the demon flickered out, black smoke leaving her body, disappearing into a small cloud before vanishing up the fireplace as Y/N fell to the floor. “Ah” She groaned, frantically looking around as she gripped her burnt arm.

“Hey, Y/N?” Jo grunted, putting Sam’s weakened body aside, wiping the blood from her mouth as she crawled over to a disoriented Y/N. She looked besides her Jo as she made her way over to her, her vision hazy and unfocused, her head was spinning. “Jo?” She mumbled, her words slurred. Jo gritted her teeth before balling up her right fist, punching the now unpossessed Y/N square in her jaw.

Her head snapped to the side from the unexpected blow as she let out a loud yelp, her eyes widened in shock and pain as she gripped her cheek, bewildered. “What the fuck, dude?!” Dean shouted but y/n waved him off. “It’s alright, I deserved that” She groaned. Jo pulled y/n into a tight embrace. Y/N wrapped her arms around her, burying her face in the crook of her neck as her body shook. A small tear slipped out of the corner of her eye as the two girls held each other.

“I’m so s-sorry” Y/N croaked. “S-she was lying, Jo. Meg was lying” She whispered to Jo. Jo pulled back, placing a firm hand on y/n’s shoulder, “I know. I know” She consoled her, giving her shoulder a squeeze. Y/N nodded, a shaky gasp escaped her lips as she tried to contain the emotions that were threatening to overwhelm her. The guilt from everything was too much for her, she fought desperately to win her body back but it was a losing battle.

She trembled with the weight of the guilt, her body shook with it. She felt so many emotions simultaneously; guilt, shame, disbelief, anger, fear. But above all she felt defeated.

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Later, Sam and Dean were holding ice packs to their faces, sitting in Bobby’s study as Dean and Y/N sat across from Sam and Jo. “By the way, you really look like crap, Dean” Y/N muttered. Dean smirked at she hid the little smile on her face. “Yeah, well, right back at ya, princess” He retorted, wincing in pain as he talked. They were all tired, beaten and bruised, they looked like they’d been through hell. They sat in silence for a few moments before Bobby spoke up.

“You kids ever heard of a hunter named Steve Wandel?” Bobby asked, y/n’s heart dropped. “Why do you ask?” Dean grunted. “Just heard from a friend, Wandel’s dead. Murdered in his own house” Bobby informed them, his eyes flickering over to y/n as she looked down at her hands, glaring at them. Attempting to stop herself from tearing up.

Dean, Sam and Jo kept a stoic expression as Bobby noticed how her shoulders hunched forward and her body seemed to shrink into the chair. He could practically see the walls rebuilding themselves around her. “You wouldn’t know anything about that?” He raised a brow at them. “No, sir. Never heard of that guy” Dean lied firmly, shaking his head along with Sam and Jo. “Dean” Y/N piped up, her tone low, filled with guilt.

“Good. Keep it that way” Bobby said firmly to them, “Wandel’s buddies are looking for someone or something to string up. And they’re not gonna slow down to listen to reason. You understand what I’m saying, kids?” The veteran hunter said in a firm knowing tone to the four younger hunters. The three nodded quickly in response, “We hear ya, Bobby” Dean agreed on behalf of them all.

His eyes flickering to Y/N, who remained silent, her eyes still fixed on her hands in her lap. “Here’s, take this” Bobby handed Y/N a picture. “What is this?” Y/N asked confused. “It’s an anti possession sigil. Get it tattooed on you, it’ll fend off possession. You guys could use charms like I do, but I figured you’d want something more permanent” Bobby explained. Y/N studied the sigil, tracing her fingers over it.

“That demon’s still out there. That’ll stop it from getting back up in you” He added. “That sounds vaguely dirty, but thanks” Dean muttered, earning chuckles from Sam, Jo and Y/N. “You’re welcome” Bobby replied genuinely.

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Author’s Note: I’d suggest listening to Sweater Weather by The Neighborhood while reading this part hehe <3

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Y/N was outside of the salvage yard, leaning against the Impala, smoking a cigarette. She was waiting for Sam to finish up his shower so they could all go get their anti possession tattoos while Jo helped Bobby clean up, Y/N insisted on helping but Bobby told her to get some rest.

Dean stepped from the front door and leaned against the railing, his arms now crossed over his chest, he looked out at Y/N, a small frown formed on his face. The worry and concern coursing through him as his eyes focused on the stoic expression on y/n’s face, slowly bringing the cigarette to her mouth again.

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Dean approached her quietly, a look of concern etched on his features as he leaned against the rail, mirroring her position against the Impala. He glanced at her, his gaze studying the stoicism that held her face captive, like a mask of indifference.

"You're quiet," he finally spoke, breaking the silence that had settled between them. There was a hint of both worry and curiosity in his voice, his eyes never leaving her. She took another drag of her cigarette, her stare fixated on the distance as if lost in thought. She let the smoke slowly escape her lips before replying, her voice cool and collected.

"Just thinking," she said, her fingers toying idly with the filter of the cigarette. His gaze remained on her, his eyes searching hers for some sign of what was going through her mind. He could usually read her like a book, but the silence and her detached demeanor were throwing him off.

"About what?" he asked, his tone gentle but laced with concern. “Everything” She sighed, her gaze flickering back down to her cigarette with guilt. “I was awake for some of it, Dean and I-….” Tears pricked at her eyes as she swallowed the lump in her throat harshly. “I watched myself kill Wandel with my own two hands. I saw the light go out in his eyes” She shook her head, bringing the cigarette to her lips again.

She took another long drag, her hands trembling slightly as the weight of her memories pressed down on her shoulders. “I remember what happened with Jo, everything I did to you and Sam…I remember knocking you out in that motel room” Her shoulders slumped as Dean's eyes softened, stepping closer, the distance between them slowly closing. "Sweetheart…it wasn't you. None of it was." he said firmly, his voice almost pleading with her to understand. "It was Meg, not you."

She averted her gaze again, a mix of shame and anger etched on her face as she flicked away her burnt out cigarette. "I know," she said, her voice betraying the vulnerability she was trying to conceal. "But that doesn't change the fact that it was my body, my voice, my hands that did those things."

His body betrayed him and he reached out, gently grasping her chin and turning her face towards him. His touch was soft yet firm, forcing her to meet his gaze. "You're not to blame for what you did while you were possessed. If Jo can see that after you told her the truth about Meg lying, so can you..” he insisted, his tone leaving no room for argument. "It's not your fault. You were a victim, not a monster."

The tears she had held back finally broke free, streaming down her face as she looked at him, her eyes filled with a mix of despair and hope. "But I hurt people, Dean. I hurt Jo. I shot Sam…I hurt you." Her voice trembled, the guilt and regret she felt nearly suffocating her.

His heart clenched at her words, at the pain woven into every syllable. Without thinking, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a tight embrace. He tucked her head beneath his chin, holding her as if he could shield her from her own demons. "I know," he whispered, his voice full of understanding.

"But you gotta remember, it was the demon. You had no control over your actions," he repeated, his voice firm but gentle. "We all know that, and we don't blame you. You're not a monster. You're Y/N. You’re a sarcastic ray of sunshine. You're a good person who was taken advantage of by a damn demon."

She clutched onto him, her body trembling with the force of her tears. Her arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders, her fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt as if she was afraid he might disappear. Dean’s hand gently caressed her hair as she let herself fully go. She buried her face against his chest, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she fought to control her sobs.

He held her firmly against his chest, his arms like a protective shield around her. He could feel the tremors running through her body, and it pained him to see her like this, drowning in guilt and self-blame. But he knew he had to be the voice of reason, to make her understand that she wasn't to blame.

His hand moved to rub soothing circles on her back, trying to give her the same comfort she had given him countless times. He pressed his lips to the top of her head, his voice a low, soothing murmur against her hair.

As she cried into his chest, the weight of her guilt and shame slowly melted away from the kiss he laid at the top of her head. The rhythmic caress of his hand against her hair and the strong beat of his heart beneath her ear acted like a soothing balm, calming her troubled mind. She let herself sink into his protective embrace, the steady rise and fall of his chest grounding her. Slowly, her sobs quieted to soft, shaky breaths, her body growing still as she found solace in his arms.

As she pulled away slightly, her tear-streaked face met with the steady gaze of his eyes. There was no judgment, no anger, only a deep well of sympathy and understanding. The lines around his eyes softened as he looked at her, his hand gently cupping her cheek, his thumb brushing away the remaining traces of her tears.Her breath hitched slightly in her throat at this.

‘And if I may just take your breath away’

‘I don't mind if there's not much to say’

‘Sometimes the silence guides a mind’

‘To move to a place so far away’

Y/N slowly pulled away, wiping her tear stained cheeks. “Thank you” She croaked, sniffing as she patted her nose dry with the sleeve of her shirt. Dean kept a hand on her arm, a gesture of comfort and support. He brushed away a stray tear with his thumb, his eyes never leaving her face. "You don't have to thank me," he said softly. "I'm here for you, always."

‘The goosebumps start to raise’

‘The minute that my left hand meets your waist’

Y/N noticed a look of anguish in Dean’s eyes, her brows furrowing a bit. “What’s wrong?” She asked, concerned. “Nothing…I just um…I’m happy you’re okay” He said softly, leaning back against the Impala.

He was happy to know that their little…whatever that was…wasn’t the reason she disappeared and it was in-fact because a demon was holding her body hostage in possession. He couldn’t imagine what she had gone through.

Her eyes narrowed slightly, picking up on the turmoil beneath Dean's words. She knew him too well, and she could tell something was bothering him. "Don't give me that 'nothing' crap," she replied bluntly, her voice holding a mixture of annoyance and concern. "You're a terrible liar, Dean Winchester. Spill it."

Dean sighed heavily, burying his hands in his pockets. “I just…I thought you wouldn’t have wanted to see me since. Well…you know” Dean mumbled, biting his lip. After their altercation, they had been a little cold to each other. Y/N's expression softened as the memories of what Meg said and did to Dean was still fresh in her mind so she stepped closer to him, her hand coming up to gently touch his arm.

"You can’t honestly think that, charming" she said, her voice gentle yet firm. "Dean, you’re one of my best friends,” she insisted, taking her hand off of his arm. "Just because I was hurt and angry doesn't mean I'd suddenly stop wanting to see you, you moron" she shot back, though there was no heat behind her words.

She let out a soft sigh and shook her head. "If you think I'm just gonna ditch you because of one fight, you have no idea how much I actually care about you…fellas” She quickly recuperated at the end, her tone firm yet sincere.

Dean glanced up at her, a flicker of surprise passing through his eyes before he smiled softly. The corner of his mouth curving into a half-smile. He shook his head, his gaze never leaving hers. "I know…it’s just…I thought you’d want some space, and I didn’t want to push you.”

The corner of her lip pulled up to form a lopsided smile which made his heart beat a little harder against his chest. He wasn’t sure if she was aware but her smiles and laughter were like honey to his ears. She had a way of making him feel like nothing was wrong in the world and it was only them.

As Y/N shook her head laughing. "Space? From you? Pfft, as if I could stay away from your annoying ass for too long. We're not gettin' out of this friendship that easily, buddy." She joked, nudging her shoulder with his.

Her laughter and the light-hearted tone of the conversation made him relax somewhat. But her mention of their friendship sent a small pang through his chest. Instead, he chuckled and rolled his eyes. “Oh, please. You’d miss me too much" he retorted, grinning. “Don’t get cocky now, Winchester” She warned, narrowing her eyes at him.

He feigned a look of outrage, placing his hand over his heart as if she'd wounded him. "Cocky? Me? Never” he replied, his tone oozing with sarcasm.

Y/N rolled her eyes, shaking her head. “Seriously, Dean. I wouldn’t just pack my bags and disappear on you” She assured with a small smile. Dean’s eyes slowly met Y/N’s, a wave of relief washed over him. “Glad to know I’m stuck with you, princess” He joked, his heart still hammering against his chest, his mouth going dry from the intense eye contact they were maintaining.

Y/N gulped, her own heart threatening to leave her chest. “Like you wouldn’t know what to do without me” She retorted, flipping her hair over her shoulders, giving him a teasing smirk. “Oh, I’ll be just fine” He retorted back, jokingly. Knowing damn well in reality, that week she wasn’t around. He didn’t know his head from his ass.

He nudged his leg with hers playfully as she scoffed at his arrogance. A playful gasp leaving her lips as Dean raised an eyebrow mockingly with a lopsided smirk on his lips. Her heart warmed at the fact that they bounced back to being buds, as much as it fucking hurt her inside out, she wouldn’t know what to do without him or Sam in her life either. But was she gonna admit that? Hell no.

“Another thing. No matter what I did. You wouldn’t shoot me.” Y/N piped up, her tone a bit angry. Dean seemed surprised by the sudden change of mood, but quickly recovered, “It was the right move, y/n. It wasn’t you” Dean defended. “Yeah, this time. What about next time?” She scoffed. Dean’s heart dropped, frozen from her statement.

“Y/N, when Dad told me that I might have to kill you and Sam…it was only if I couldn’t save you two” Dean began. “Now if it’s the last thing I do, I’m gonna save you guys.” Dean said firmly, y/n didn’t answer. She just sighed, a twinge of admiration for Dean’s loyalty but she was worried he wouldn’t keep his promise.

Not wanting to go back to arguing, she just dropped the topic. He then began chuckling, earning a confused look from her. “What?” She asked confused, raising a brow at him, “Nothing,” Dean snorted, shaking his head. “Dean, what?” Y/N rolled her eyes, “Dude, you, like, full on had a girl inside you for, like, a whole week” Dean cackled, throwing his head back laughing.

Y/N was caught off guard by this, before a snort left her mouth, laughing along with Dean. “That’s pretty naughty, and kinda hot” Dean nudged her jokingly with his elbow, wiggling his eyebrows at her. Y/N scoffed, laughing even louder, smacking Dean in his arm.

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Meanwhile all this is going on, the sound of rushing water echoed through the small bathroom, the steam from the hot shower slowly filling the room. Sam Winchester stood under the spray, his head bent forward as the water cascaded down his back, washing away the dirt and grime, his fingers slightly grazing the bullet wound in his shoulder, causing him to wince.

Suddenly, a loud knock on the bathroom door disrupted the tranquility. "Yo Winchester! You better hurry your ass up, ‘cause I've got to piss!” came Jo’s annoyed voice from the other side of the door.

Sam huffed in annoyance, rolling his eyes as he continued to shower. "Hold on, I'll be out in a minute!" he called back, his voice raised to be heard over the spray of water.

"You better be!" Jo retorted. "I'm doing the pee pee dance out here!" Sam chuckled to himself, imagining her actually doing the pee pee dance. He shook his head before stepping out of the shower, quickly unlocking the door and running back in, pulling the curtain.

Jo immediately burst into the bathroom, a look of urgency on her face. "Oh thank god, I was about to-" She stopped short as she saw the shower curtain still closed, and Sam nowhere to be seen. Her expression quickly shifted from relief to confusion.

“Just go ahead and pee, the curtains closed” Sam told her casually upon hearing her pause as he soaped his body. Jo blinked in surprise, her annoyance quickly replaced by amusement before reluctantly unzipping her pants

"You've gotta be kidding me" She muttered under her breath, shaking her head. As she started to relieve herself, she couldn’t help but feel a little weird talking to Sam while she was doing it.

"So, er...how's the water?" She asked awkwardly, trying to make conversation to fill the silence. Sam chuckled from behind the curtain, shaking his head in amusement. "It's warm, good pressure. Why, do you want to join me?" he teased, a sly grin making its way onto his face before he cringed at his own words.

Really Sam, really? You should really start taking y/n’s advice on flirting with girls.

Jo sputtered, almost losing her control on the flow. "I swear to God, Winchester, I’m gonna punch you through this curtain!" she threatened, aiming a glare in his general direction. Despite her annoyance, there was a hint of laughter in her voice.

Sam chuckled again, raising his hands in mock surrender. "Alright, alright, I’m sorry. No more flirting while you’re on the toilet, Scout’s honor" he promised, unable to keep the amused smile off his face.

Jo rolled her eyes as she tried to stop her face from flushing a crimson red. Wiping and then zipping up her pants before making her way to the sink. She started washing her hands and tried to ignore the fact that behind the shower curtain, Sam was still butt naked. The thought made her stomach flutter with an unfamiliar feeling.

Sam, standing in the shower under the warm spray of water, suddenly realized that he had forgotten to bring a towel into the bathroom. Muttering a curse under his breath, he turned off the shower and poked his head out of the curtain. "Hey, Jo! Can I bother you for a favor?"

Jo stop midway washing her hands. She turned to see him poking his dripping head from the curtain, her eyes widening a bit at the sight of him, hair sticking to his forehead and water running down his bare chest. But she quickly regained her composure. "Sure, what do you need?" she asked, trying to keep her tone casual, despite the slight flutter in her chest.

He cringed, looking a bit embarrassed as he glanced at the floor. "Er, I forgot to bring a towel, would you mind grabbing one for me, please? You can just leave it by the bathroom door” he replied sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. Jo had to fight the urge to roll her eyes and tried to suppress a smirk to cover up the fact that she was flustered.

"Yeah, yeah, hold on" she told him, trying to force her tone to sound casual but it came out more flustered than anything. She quickly rinsed the soap off her hands and dried them on her jeans before leaving to find a towel for him.

As she rummaged around in the linen closet, her mind kept involuntarily drifting to the image of Sam behind the shower curtain, all bare... and wet. She quickly shook her head, trying to clear those thoughts from her mind.

She grabbed a large towel and carried it to the bathroom door, trying to keep cool as she held it out for him to grab. "Here, you go" she said, trying to sound natural. Sam reached out and took the towel, their fingers brushing for a brief moment as he did. A subtle hint of a shiver ran through Jo's body, but she ignored it, quickly taking a step back.

"Thanks…" Sam said, still feeling a bit embarrassed as he wrapped the towel around his waist. He took a step out of the bathroom, the water dripping off his body making the towel cling to his hips. “You're a lifesaver” He added sheepishly before turning to make his way to the room to get changed.

Jo's eyes involuntarily traced over his bare back, her gaze lingering on the defined muscles and the trail of water droplets running over his skin and down the crevice of his spine. She quickly looked away, trying to hide the redness creeping up her neck. "Yeah, no problem" she managed to reply, hoping her voice didn’t give away her inner turmoil.

The sight of his half-naked body and the way the towel clung to his hips… it was a sight she couldn’t deny was... appealing. She quickly shook her head again, trying to push the thoughts away with a sigh. “Get a grip, Joanna Beth” she muttered to herself.

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Sam was sitting on the chair, the tattoo artist’s needle pricking into his chest repeatedly. Dean decided to get it in the same place but Y/N was still skeptical of her placement. Debating whether to get it on her left shoulder blade or somewhere else…

Dean had already got his tattoo and was leaning against the wall, sipping his beer and watching Sam get his while Jo held onto Sam’s hand, clutching onto hers while the needle pricked at his skin. Jo had settled on getting hers on her right forearm. “You alright, there, Sammy?” Dean asked the younger Winchester with an amused smile.

Y/N cracked a smile, one leg crossed over the other, amused by the pained look on Sam’s face. “Yeah, I’m great.” Sam muttered sarcastically through clenched teeth, grimacing in pain causing Jo to snicker. Sam shot her a quick glare. “You look like you’re gonna pass out, Winchester” Jo teased, patting his hand which she held. Sam just let out a huff in response, looking away in embarrassment.

Dean and Y/N snorted, sharing an amused look as she looked through the pamphlet the tattoo artist gave her, still deciding where to place hers. “Don’t be such a little baby.” Dean smirked, rolling his eyes. “It’s just a little needle, that’s all. Even Barbie hunter took it better than you” Dean quipped, pointing to Jo.

It was now Sam and Jo’s turn to scowl at Dean simultaneously. “Says the guy who screamed like a girl when he got his.” Jo retorted, raised an eyebrow. Y/N bursted out laughing at this, earning a side eye from Dean. “Sorry man, she got you there” She shrugged.

Dean shot her a glare before scowling at Sam and Jo, crossing his arms over his chest. “I didn’t scream, sister, thank you very much.” He protested, the tips of his ears reddening. “It was a manly shout. A battle cry, okay?” Sam raised an eyebrow, looking at his older brother, amused by his obvious embarrassment.

“A ‘manly shout’?” He asked. Dean’s face reddened even more as he cleared his throat, avoiding eye contact.

“Bitch” Dean scowled and pointed at Sam.

“Jerk” Sam sneered and retorted, both brothers giving each other death glares.

Dean flipped Sam the bird, making his mouth fall agape, gasping theatrically, “Y/N, Dean just showed me middle finger” Sam chided like a 5 year old, pointing an accusing finger at his older brother, his grip slightly tightening on Jo’s hand, but not due to the needle this time.

Y/N rolled her eyes, still flipping through the booklet. “You boys behave, or I will ground you both” She deadpanned in a monotone voice. Sam smirked and shook his head, wincing in pain when the needle once again pricked his skin.

“Yes, ma’am” The boys responded in unison, with mock seriousness. Sam gave a mock salute as Dean did the same, except with his middle finger. “Don’t make me tell you where to put that, Winchester” Y/N snapped, giving him a playful look.

He smirked, mouth half open to give her a cheeky innuendo but knowing him, she already had a mind he was gonna say something crude, “I will smack you” She pointed a finger at him firmly, biting back a grin.

“Kinky” He quipped instantly, grinning at his own witty remark. “Dean” Y/N groaned exasperatedly, giving him a warning look, her eyebrows slightly raised.

Jo rolled her eyes and chuckled, shaking her head at the both of them. “Jesus, how do you live with these two? I feel bad for you, Y/N”. Y/N felt a twinge of guilt in her heart again, she was happy to know that Jo didn’t hold too much of a grudge against her for the lies Meg spewed when she was in her body. Granted, Jo landed that sweet punch across her face so that was a bit of payback that was needed.

She smiled before responding.“Eh, you get used to it. Especially if you’re with them 24/7” She shrugged, smiling, before flipping through the booklet once again, trying to hide the look of guilt that washed over her features.

Dean let out a scoff from behind her, leaning up against the wall again. “You’re just as bad as us. Worse, actually.” He commented, sipping his beer. Y/N flipped him the bird before mindlessly going back to looking through placements on the pamphlet. Sam snorted, holding back a laugh as he watched them bicker back and forth, enjoying the spectacle.

Sam was happy to see them a little more relaxed compared to how they’ve been the past few weeks. He couldn’t help but wonder why they’ve been so snippy at each other but that was a bag of snakes he was not gonna open. Since they sorted it out, he let his curiosity die.

Dean peered over her shoulder and looked at the images of different places where she could get her tattoo. “So, you’ve narrowed it down, Y/N?” He asked, taking a seat next to her, leaning in ever so slightly, his breath hot against her ear, making her skin prick.

She tried to keep her composure and nodded, clearing the tight feeling in her throat. “Yeah, just a few places…” She answered breathlessly, flipping through the pages to keep herself occupied and away from thinking how close he was standing next to her.

“Alright, all done” The tattoo artist informed them after wiping off the last remnants of ink on Sam’s chest. “Thank you” Sam said, sounding a little relieved to be finally done. He stood up from the chair and stretched his limbs, giving the tattoo artist a small grateful smile before grabbing his shirt from the table next to him and pulling it back on.

“Come on, let’s get you a lollipop” Jo teased Sam, handing him his jacket. “Hey, I deserve a lollipop too, y’know?” Sam quipped back in mock offense. He let out a small hiss as he pulled the shirt over his chest, it felt like the most sensitive area he ever had before carefully putting his jacket on, apart from his bullet wound.

He still felt the needle pricking at his skin, it was a strange but not entirely unpleasant feeling. “Oh, shut up and stop being such a baby” Jo retorted, rolling her eyes.

Dean and Y/N shared a tried look before turning back to the pair. The look on their faces practically said, ‘Shut up and kiss already’

“You ready for your turn, Y/N?” Dean asked, looking at her expectedly. “Yep” She smiled, standing up. “Now get out. Both of you. Go wait in the waiting room. Only Jo can stay.” She pointed to the door. “Because if either of you make fun of me. I’ll shave your heads in your sleep. And yes, that means you too Sammy. Now get!” Y/N shooed them out of the room.

Sam’s brows shot up in fear at the fact that she would threaten his gorgeous mane as held his hands up as Dean grumbled. “Alright, alright- we’re going.” He said, raising his hands up in defense before giving her a farewell goodbye.

Dean pouted, “Why does Barbie get to stay! But I wanna see where you’ll get inked.” He protested like a child. “I don’t know about you, Dean. But I’d like to keep my hair” Sam chimed it, pushing his idiot brother by his broad shoulders out the door. Dean mouthed something to her as he walked to the door and she stuck her tongue at him as she smirked before turning to the tattoo artist.

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Reluctantly, they both went and sat down in the waiting room, grumbling to themselves.

“Damn, she's bossy” Dean huffed, rolling his eyes and crossed his arms.Sam chuckled in agreement, “Yeah, but you like that” He shot a sly smirk at his brother, wiggling his eyebrows up and down. Dean clenched his jaw and narrowed his eyes at his brother, giving him a warning look.

“Shut up” He growled under his breath, “I do not like her being all bossy.” He said firmly as Sam picked up a magazine next to him. “Riiight,” Sam drawled sarcastically, not believing a single word he said, opening the magazine “Sure you don’t.”

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Jo looked at Y/N in amusement, watching her carefully contemplate on the placement. “So, have you decided where you want it?” She asked, watching the other woman flip through the book, looking through the different tattoos.

“Yep, here” She smirked, showing it to Jo and then the tattoo artist. Jo’s eyes widened as a smirk took her face over. “You’re getting it there?” She asked, raising an eyebrow with a small smirk on her face. “Yep” Y/N replied firmly, not even an ounce of doubt behind her voice.

“You skank. I like it” Jo teased, Y/N knew she wasn’t being hateful and rather jokingly with her, throwing her head back laughing at the comment. “Why thank you” Y/N winked back before settling in the chair.

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Once done getting her new ink, Y/N strolled out of the room with Jo besides her, giving the boys a smug smile. Especially Dean.

Dean shot up from the chair he was seated on, an impatient look on his face. “So? Where’d you get it?” He asked, walking up to her. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” She smirked, placing a hand on her hip while Jo snickered, covering her mouth with her hand.

“Oh come ON” He whined and crossed his arms, pouting again. Sam was just amused by their interaction, knowing what she was doing. “Alright, alright Cranky Pants” Y/N snorted, putting her hands up in surrender. She shot Sam a look, “Sammy, close your eyes” she said quickly.

Sam raised an eyebrow, “What? Why do I have t-” He attempted to protest but Jo cut him off, “Close.It.Winchester” She narrowed her eyes at Sam, pointing a firm finger at the younger Winchester.

Sam shut his mouth immediately, groaning mockingly before complying without a fuss, and shut his eyes, covering it with his hands for good measure as he huffed in defeat.

Dean was beyond curious and slightly impatient. “Why do his eyes need to be clos-??” His mouth fell agape as Y/N turned around and lifted up the back her shirt, the anti possession tattoo was inked into the middle of her lower back with some designs to the side.

It was the typical anti possession symbol, The tattoo was small but intricately designed and detailed, the sigil itself was made surrounded with swirls and some (your favorite flower) and vines to the sides. It hugged the bottom of her spine, curving around it and making her (your skin colour) skin stand out.

Deans boxers were practically on the floor at the sight, figuratively speaking. “Christ on a cross…” He breathed out, staring intently at her bare skin, his mouth dry.

Jo took one good look at Dean before bursting out in laughter, slapping a hand against his shoulder. “Dude, you alright there?” She snickered. Dean’s eyes were practically the size of saucers. He still hadn’t said anything. He was just looking at her bare back with his mouth open.

Dean couldn’t help but stare at the fresh tattoo, his mind going blank as his eyes fixated on the way the ink sat on her skin, how it curved around her skin so perfectly, making her skin look more appealing. He swallowed hard, running his tongue over his lower lip as his mind began to think up unholy things. Mentally cursing at himself.

Sam was now curious, and started to open one eyelid. “Is it done? Can I look now?”

“Nope, keep your eyes closed” Dean commanded, quickly placing his hand over his brother's eyes, his eyes never leaving her back and swallowing, he felt his mouth start to salivate at the sight of her half naked. Quickly picking up his jaw…and boxers from the ground.

“You like it?” She asked, glancing at him from over her shoulder, a smug little grin on her lips as she slowly pulled her shirt back down, covering herself back up. “Is the sky blue?” He responded, sounding like he’d ran a marathon and still staring at her, his cheeks flushed, “Hell yeah, I do… “ He finally spoke after a few seconds, giving her an appreciative look, his eyes roaming over her from head to toe.

Sam groaned, getting tired of waiting and was more than a little suspicious of how silent they were both being, it was unnatural. “Can I open my eyes now?”, only for Dean to slide his hand from his brothers eyes to his mouth.

Sam sat there with Dean’s large hand over his face, completely confused and slightly uncomfortable, getting tired of waiting and was more than a little suspicious of how silent they were both being, it was unnatural. “Jesus Christ, how long do I have to keep my eyes closed?” He grumbled from behind his brothers palm.

Dean finally took his eyes off of her, looking over at his brother and rolled his eyes, “Oh suck it up.” He snorted, finally removing his palm from his face. Jo chuckled, “Yeah, yeah. Open up” She told him. Sam opened his eyes, looking at his brother, Y/N and Jo who looked like they were both seconds from bursting out laughing. He looked at them all quizzically, “What?”

“I got it as a tramp stamp. Still wanna see?” She snorted, covering her mouth with her hand to stop herself from laughing. Sam’s expression went from confusion to disgust within seconds, “No! Ew! Gah!!?” He looked completely repulsed by what she had said, face scrunched up in pure disgust.

The look on Sam's face was priceless, eyes wide and mouth agape, while Y/N was trying not to bust a gut laughing, her shoulders shaking as she bit her lip to stop herself.

The three of them couldn’t hold it in anymore and began laughing, Jo’s sides started hurting and Y/N had her hands on her stomach, laughing uncontrollably, tears streamed down her face. “Oh my God, your face… You should’ve seen your face, oh my god, you looked so stupid” Jo tried to talk through laughs, struggling to breathe.

“That was priceless, oh my god. I wish I took a picture” Y/N wheezed, holding her stomach, her sides were hurting from laughing.bDean on the other hand was wheezing and howling and slapped his knee, not able to hold it in any longer.

Sam groaned, “Ugh, I can’t believe you put that image in my head” He grimaced, still having the horrified look on his face. Y/N was still trying to hold back her laughter, tears of joy in her eyes as she covered her mouth with her hand.

Dean was still laughing uncontrollably, his sides starting to ache, leaning forward and holding onto his stomach. “Man you were eager to see too” Dean cackled. “Shut up, Dean!” Sam protested, his cheeks reddening in embarrassment and slight anger as he pointed an accusing finger at his brother.

Y/N couldn’t hold it in anymore and started to laugh uncontrollably as well, tears streaming down her cheeks. Dean was just wheezing at this point, no longer making coherent words, clutching his sides and holding his stomach as he fell back into the chair, laughing like a madman.

“Alright alright, why don’t we go get something to eat. I’m starving” Y/N dismissed, wiping the tears of laughter from the corner of her eyes after the three sobered up their laughing. She nudged Jo slightly in hopes she’s agree with getting something to eat.

"Oh god, yeah. I'm starving" Jo agreed, patting her stomach before glancing at the boys. Dean tried to recompose himself, "Food sounds good right now" he mumbled, still trying to catch his breathe.

Wiping the tears away from his eyes as well, “I don’t know about you guys… but a beer and a bacon cheeseburger sounds good right about now.” He smirked and looked at Jo and Y/N, who both nodded in agreement with his choice.

Sam was still giving Y/N a look of absolute horror, the image of her with a 'tramp stamp' still ingrained in his brain. “God yes, and some fries” Y/N groaned at the thought of food as they walked to the door, Dean held the door open for her, gesturing for her to walk out first.

As Y/N walked out of the door, Dean’s eyes instantly zoned in on her ass, watching how her hips moved with each step, hoping to get a peak of her tramp stamp again. He closed the door and followed behind, whistling lowly under his breath and licking his lips.

Sam still had the look of pure disgust on his face as they walked to the Impala, still trying to forget the mental image Y/N gave him. Jo linked her arm into his, offering him a sweet smile. “Maybe I should’ve gotten mine there” Jo whispered to him, a coy smile playing on her lips.

Sam found himself intrigued by the idea, a flush of pink playing on his cheeks. "Yeah, then I can admire it better" he mumbled bashfully, looking away from her, cheeks still red.

"What was that?" She teased, raising an eyebrow and smirked. “Nothing.” He quickly said, pushing her away gently, his ears turning red out of embarrassment, but he didn’t really mind the idea, especially considering it’s Jo, he wouldn’t be complaining.

Jo bursted out laughing again as Y/N climbed into the backseat along with Jo. Dean’s eyes didn’t leave Y/N yet and Sam rolled his own eyes, already knowing his brother was perving on her from behind.

“Jesus, Dean. Stop ogling her” Sam grumbled in disgust from over the car at the passenger side to where Dean stood at the drivers side, when the girls were inside the Impala and out of earshot, seeing the way his eyes were glued onto her body.

“What?” Dean snapped out of his daze, feigning innocence. He cleared his throat awkwardly. “I’m not doing anything” while opening his door with a roll of his eyes. “Yeah, right. And I’m a pink unicorn” Sam shot back sarcastically, hopping in shotgun.

"Shut up" he huffed, getting in the driver's seat. He glanced briefly in the rear-view mirror, noticing how Y/N and Jo were joking and talking with each other from in the back before putting the Impala in drive.

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Author’s Note: Hi again! I just wanna clear up some things, I know in the show it’s canon that John killed Bill but I never liked that reveal, if I’m being very honest. So it’s not canon in my book.

I hope everyone liked! Because once again I’ve outdone myself and this is now my longest chapter lol. Standing tall at 23.2k words.

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