#nephilim!steve

[queenie-ofthe-void]

Steve knows the kids are obsessed with the newest up and coming metal band, Corroded Coffin, even though their music is actually terrible. But when Robin of all people begs Steve take them to the band's next gig, he relents.

Everything starts to make a lot more sense when they walk up to the stage and there's an honest to god Siren behind the microphone, a guitar slung low on his hips with magic wafting off him in waves over the crowd.

The singer clocks him immediately and quickly schools the flash of surprise in his eyes into something more flirtatious.

Steve smiles, the cat that caught the canary. He was right. Their music really does suck, and he can't wait until tomorrow when he can rub it in his tiny human friends' faces.

Tonight, however, he's going to ruffle a pretty boy's feathers.

~~~

Eddie knows his music's horse shit, tailor made for humans- sue him, they needed the money. So he's always a little surprised when another creature finds their way to his concerts. It happens on occasion, and of course they're always welcomed. He's seen all sorts on their tour.

But something as beautifully unholy as a Nephilim?

The man with the auburn hair and hazel eyes surrounded by a gaggle of children glows with a golden aura so soft and warm Eddie's almost left speechless. Almost.

He's caught staring, but he can't take his eyes away. So Eddie does what Sirens do best. He preens, puffs his sleek black feathers just enough for only the man in the crowd to see and sings. A move typically saved for encores, the crowd goes wild with energy and pushes their way towards the stage.

The Nephi laughs, full-bodied with mirth at the antics. A beacon of golden light bursts from him, control of his halo slipping just the slightest.

It's unearthly, it's sinful, and Eddie falls to his knees in worship. The men and women caught in the halo turn to him, smiling and leaning in and touching what is Eddie's--

But the Angel relaxes, the halo draws back, and the peoples' hands fall away even though their eyes linger.

None of that matters when the Angel blows him a kiss. Eddie knows, deep in the hollows of his bones, that when he finds him after the show, he'll stretch his Angel's wings and show him just how bright his halo can glow.

[whathehonestfuk]

Dragon!Eddie that collects the outcasts and shunned by society (his lost sheep)

Whose dragon instincts tell him to add Steve to his hoard after November of 84 and his fall from grace

Eddie is supremely grumpy because he is trying to suppress his hoarding instincts for the first time and it is not going well

I want Steve to also be a creature but can't decide which one

Selkie Steve could go angsty (dragons keep their hoard, and selkies are terrified of being kept) or fluffy (selkies love to be kept as long as they want to be kept by the person)

Werewolf Steve whose never had a proper pack (though he's starting to form one with the party)

Nephilim! Steve that has never been accepted, yeah humans love him for his Divine aura but he is seen as abomination unholy in his holiness

[the-gray-ghosty]

Hello. Do you have any fanfic recs of Sam being hunted down by other hunters? Because holy shit that concept FUCKS and I need more of it in my life

Hi!! Sorry I didn't see this ask until now!

Yes, I do!! A lot of them are by the ao3 writer authoressjean, I highly recommend checking them out!!

Taken by authoressjean on ao3,

^ Steve Wandell, the hunter that meg killed while she was possessing sam, had friends. They kidnap Sam looking for revenge.

Lethal Dose Countdown by authoressnebula (authoressjean) on ao3, sam gets poisoned by hunters, but they meant to poison dean.

Arms Spread Wide by authoressnebula (authoressjean) on ao3, WARNING! THIS FIC HAS CRUCIFIED!SAM ^^

Out of the Cross by saintsurvivor on ao3

WARNING! THIS FIC HAS CRUCIFIED!SAM ^^

The Case of the Dissappearing Nephilim by mollrach13 on ao3, Sam gets hurt protecting Jack from hunters

The Sunlight in my Growing by remy (iamremy) on ao3, Sam and Dean get kidnapped by hunters who want to avenge the apocalypse, dean patches sam up afterwards (soft wincest)

Those are all I could find just from scanning my ao3 bookmarks, but I'll look more, and feel free to add on/rb this if anyone else has some fics to recommend!

[doctorlexilouwhosblog]

I am in desperate need of help! I am looking for a specific supernatural x stranger things crossover. I believe Castiel sends y/n back in time to Hawkins to keep y/n safer from metatron because I’m a nephilim or have some kind of powers. I also believe this was a Bill Hargrove x y/n x Steve Harrington one. Please please please help me.

[thelastarchangelaskblog]

Seventh Year: Reconciliations Bonus Scene 4

This one's during Michael's personal tour with the bots! :) Fun times~

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Michael looked so damn awkward it was hilarious. He seemed to have zero idea what to do when faced down with Dummy’s exuberance. It was clearly not anything harmful, which made it all the more enjoyable because Gabriel had absolutely nothing to worry about.

The wards on his kids picked up ill intentions, and Michael harbored a grand total of zero of those towards them. There was definitely curiosity, along with a hefty dose of total bewilderment, but hostility? Nada.

It was great, and Gabriel was thrilled that it was going so well with them.

Especially since Michael had – amazingly – agreed to let them call him uncle.

The last thing Gabriel saw of Michael before his brother let Dummy tug him outside was a look of panic at Gabriel, clearly a silent plea for help.

Gabriel gave him a cheerful wave back, since Dummy wasn’t likely to bite him. None of his kids were, save for the Norse ones, and those three weren’t here and hadn’t been here, staying clear of Michael and the other angels. Mistrust still ran deep even after so long, especially since the only angels they’d had contact with were Raphael and Castiel. Balthazar and Gadreel didn’t count at this point.

Sure, they’d say that it didn’t bother them to be around so many angels, but the discomfort radiated off them. Still, they were in a safe area of the palace, and he doubted Michael would be running into them anytime soon.

…That was another thing he should fill Michael in on.

“Are you sure about this, Tony?” Rhodey asked, mistrust radiating off him.

“Yeah, actually.” Gabriel shrugged loosely, turning back to his friends. None of them looked remotely happy with leaving Michael with the bots. Raphael and Samael looked a little less uncomfortable, though even Gadreel and Balthazar were eyeing him doubtfully. “C’mon; do you actually think I’d let him around them if I thought there was even a likelihood of things going south?”

“He almost killed us,” Clint snapped, bristling.

Gabriel pressed his lips together, glancing between Clint, Steve, and Natasha, all of whom had almost been killed by Michael if not for resourceful thinking. “That was my fault,” he said. “I didn’t tell him about you.”

“That excuses him almost killing us?” Clint sounded disbelieving.

“If you ever actually face down a nephilim, you’d understand. Not that you will, since there aren’t any around at this time.” Not anymore. Gabriel had heard of the last few nephilim being killed back on Earth in his old universe. “You lot are something entirely new, so he had no idea what to think of you.”

“He seemed just fine with the bots,” Clint pointed out grumpily.

“I told him about the bots,” Gabriel said patiently.

“But not about us, great.”

“He put it off to later,” Raphael said, clearly not on Gabriel’s side at all. “Which worked out so well, clearly.”

“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up.” Gabriel rolled his eyes. “The point is that Michael isn’t about to harm the bots.”

“You trust him?” Rhodey’s eyebrows were almost sky high.

“In this, yes.” Besides, the bots were also protected with wards that his friends didn’t have at this point. They used to, but apparently resurrection didn’t come with the same bodies they’d lived and died in.

Gabriel wasn’t sure if they’d let him ward them, anyway. Not at this point when they were significantly less squishy than before.

“Really?” Balthazar was clearly looking in a direction that wasn’t in this room. “You know what Michael’s like…”

Did he? Gabriel wasn’t so sure about that. He just shrugged in response, which clearly wasn’t a satisfactory answer for Balthazar.

“Do you think I’d be this calm if I were worried about them?” Gabriel asked dryly.

“True,” Balthazar acknowledged. “You’d go hunt down whoever threatened to murder any of your babies and give them a good thrashing before sending them to the afterlife.”

Pepper snorted, covering her mouth an instant later.

“I’m not sure I’d put it that way—” Gabriel started.

“No, that’s exactly how to put it,” Samael said. “Do I need to remind you what happened with the Skrulls?”

Despite having a perfect memory, Gabriel had some difficulties remembering what exactly had happened with that. It was a blur of pain and panic, along with a pressing nothing—

“Clearly I wasn’t at my best then,” Gabriel said lightly, shoving those memories into a closet to be dealt with never.

Samael gave him a sharp look but didn’t say anything, mouth twisting slightly.

“I do recall you almost murdering one of our siblings when he threatened Jarvis,” Gadreel mused.

Gabriel definitely remembered that. He also remembered feeling like shit.

“We all know Tony goes all aggressive on anyone that threatens any of his kids,” Clint said. “This isn’t news. So I suppose…you have a…point.” He pulled a face.

“I usually do,” Gabriel said cheerfully, ignoring the eye rolls from Pepper and Rhodey. “In any case, don’t worry about them. They’ll be just fine.”

“Sure about that?” James asked, attention not in the room but on Michael and the bots. “He definitely seemed skittish.”

“Just fine,” Gabriel repeated firmly.

“You can tell that, can you?” Raphael asked, giving him a sharp look.

Heaving a sigh, Gabriel looked round to everyone in the room. “If I were at all concerned, I wouldn’t have let him leave with them. He doesn’t have any kind of hostility towards them, and they have wards that would take care of them even if something did happen. Besides, what happened with Clint should tell you everything.”

“…That he’s very stabby?”

“That he didn’t want them to get hurt. He wanted them away from the fighting. That, more than anything, tells me I have nothing to worry about.”

Balthazar made a face like he was conceding the point but doing so with great reluctance.

“Our wards didn’t do anything!” Clint protested, gesturing to his chest.

“That’s because your wards were on your bodies, which decomposed into dust, which were then scattered into outer space.”

Clint paused, looking down and poking at his arm. Even the others looked a little surprised at that.

“We look the same,” Steve said uncertainly.

“Your bodies are based off your memories,” Gabriel said, shrugging. “Which means it’s what you’re comfortable with. The wards were an addition on my part, which aren’t a factor now because your original bodies are gone.”

“It’s okay,” Samael said lightly. “We’ve all gone through our share of vessels. Welcome to the club!”

“The club of what?” Clint asked.

“The angelic club, obviously. Keep up.”

Clint poked at his arm again, mulishly, then pinched himself. “Ow.”

Natasha heaved a sigh, then tugged on Clint’s ear. “This enough for you, Barton?”

Clint leaned over to the side with the movement, wincing. “Ow, Nat, ow. That’s my ear!”

“No, I thought it was your finger?”

Clint stuck his tongue out at Natasha, who rolled her eyes and tugged on his ear again before letting go.

Gabriel couldn’t even pretend to be annoyed at the display. He was also aware that he was probably grinning a little stupidly judging by the looks his siblings were sending him, but he couldn’t be bothered to wipe the grin off his face either.

Surrounded by his friends – his family – he felt ridiculously light, happiness swirling in his Grace.

Sure, there were still issues (especially with Michael), but things were healing. And that was all Gabriel wanted.

[shallowseeker]

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In 14x06 Jack & Dean vow to look ahead with renewed optimism and hope. They silently agree to not look BACKWARDS.

They don't know that Jack's death looms on the horizon. And it's so much easier said than done to actually let go of someone you love. Loss is a harmonizing symphony of pain. You lose your parents, your siblings, your first loves, your second loves, the loves of your life, your spouses, your children.

The reality, for all of us, is that IF there were a way to get them back, we'd probably all do it.

It's the beginning of the end for Jack and Dean. (And it seems that Lucifer indirectly killed Jack, after all.)

Soon, even though Dean tries his hardest to be better and to accept Jack's death, they will become the off-key parental version of Harper and Vance, with Jack as an uneasy, doomed zombie. Dean can let many things go, but he cannot seem to let the ones he raised (his children) go. That's Dean's ultimate Achilles heel.

///

==In 14x06, Harper talks bad luck & optimism==

Trying to stay positive is hard. It feels impossible to leave the past in the past. Little does Jack know that he and Harper have something in common: a desperate need to be loved.

Harper revived her childhood boyfriend and oriented his attention to her. Jack revived his mother and appears to have brainwashed her to orient her attention on him. (He potentially did this with Cas, too.)

They're both outsiders pretending to be normal. Their worst selves want to be loved so badly that they force it to happen. Their emotional needs are reflective of one another.

(From above:) JACK: Without you? HARPER: I don't blame him. But that, well... that was the beginning. Of my bad luck. So many things that (she forces a smile)-- I try to stay optimistic. She seems to SHIFT ON A DIME. Or she's covering up the hurt. There's something about her that has Jack relating. JACK: Me, too, but...I've got bad stuff in my past, too. Trying to stay positive is hard. They connect. And then Jack's phone goes off. He awkwardly motions for Harper to give him a second and looks: TEXT FROM DEAN: "CALL ME NOW." And then Harper's hand comes into frame, gently pushing the phone down. Jack looks up. Harper is SMILING at him, EYES ALL MOONY.

///

==Despite Harper's obsession, the experience sparks learning & understanding with Jack & Dean==

Jack and Dean are both beaten down by their respective losses to AU Michael, trauma, guilt, and loneliness. But by the end of the case, they understand one another. They affirm one another.

Dean tells Jack he did good. Jack tells Dean that his wise words brought him comfort. They have an easy rapport with one another. Jack is cheeky--not too pushy about emotions or psychoanalytic.

It's almost like this conversation represents a promise between them, that, like Dean said in 13x23: "Every day, we can get better." They're focusing on a better future together, as the father and son they have come to be to one another.

This heavily contextualizes Dean's behavior in the upcoming episodes, Unhuman Nature and Byzantium. Dean's spending time with Jack and trying to carry out the funeral is his way of trying to make good on his own words to Jack in Optimism.

(From above:) JACK nods-- okay then... JACK: And...that's love? DEAN: Eh. It can be way crazier. And it might get crazier, with Harper still out there, but... (then) You did good, Jack. JACK: And? DEAN: And what? JACK: And I was right and you should be letting me go out on hunts now?

///

==Reciprocal empathy==

Jack appreciates Dean's words. They fill him with hope. It eases his feeling of failure. He too have been dealing with the guilt of not defeating AU Michael and not being fast enough to stop Lucifer.

Jack opens up by using a Cas-type communication pattern: by instinctually sharing his own vulnerability and inspiring the same vulnerability in Dean.

DEAN: Listen... we'll talk to Sam. And we need to get you a crate of cough drops, huh? JACK: I'm fine. (then) Dean, what you said to Vance, about looking ahead instead of back. I just-- I thought it made a lot of sense. DEAN: Yeah? JACK: I think... I should do more of that. Dean absorbs that, then-- DEAN: Me too, kid. It's a genuine, upbeat moment. The moment is broken when Jack starts COUGHING again. He turns his head away. Dean gets worried-- DEAN: Hey, you sure you're okay? Jack pulls his hand away, and it's BLOODY. He turns to Dean with BLOOD running from his nose. JACK: I don't know. Jack collapses on the ground. Dean rushes over as Jack, unconscious, continues to bleed. DEAN: Jack? Jack?!

///

==In 14x07, Dean tries to be healthy==

In light of their previous conversation, Dean tries. He tries very hard. With an understanding between them, Dean and Jack try to live up their words, to the ideal of healthily letting go of one another.

Of course, they fail.

(All of Team Free Will fails.)

In 14x07, Dean desperately looks to Cas to fix it:

The door opens and Cas comes out, only partially closing the door. He looks concerned. DEAN: Is he okay? CAS: I did what I could, but I'm not-- I don't know what's wrong with him. DEAN: So you'll figure it out, right?

///

At the hospital, Dean is frantic (as are the other village dads):

DEAN: Is he gonna be okay? Jack, we're right here.

//

DEAN: So we get him outta here. (then) We take the kid home. And we do what we do: we find a way. I was thinkin' maybe Rowena.

Here, Dean reaches for witchcraft, and suddenly Rowena is also paralleling Harper, as will they all: Rowena, Sam, Cas, Sergei, Dean, Lily. They become desperate. They can't help it.

///

At home, Dean is horrified. (SPOILER: AU Michael listens in, too, with the echoey visions--and he's probably overjoyed to hear of Jack's impending death. A powerful ally off the chessboard!)

DEAN (taking in news of Jack's impending death)-- None of this is what he wanted to hear. DEAN: How quick? NEW ANGLE-- It seems to be DEAN'S POV of the rest of the group. But it's TREATED: Fuzzy at the edges, a little warped. The voices have echo. What's going on?

///

As Jack dies, Jack tries to make use of the time he has left. Dean tries to look FORWARD, too. (Callback to Optimism.)

DEAN: Brought you some carbs. How you... (His voice trails off, seeing...There are neat stacks of Jack's clothes on the bed, which Jack is stuffing into a duffel. Dean sets down the tray.) DEAN: Uh, goin' somewhere? JACK: I thought I'd hit Vegas. Maybe Tahiti. Dean stares, tries to process. DEAN: Okay. Nice. You sure this is the best time? JACK: Pretty sure it is. DEAN: Jack...

And so, they have their day out. Sam continues to research. Cas is steely, going out on the road to Sergei and telling Sam and Dean that they need to "stay behind to be with Jack."

For Dean, the script continues to use words like "(forced smile)", PAIN, REAL PAIN, AGONY, WORRY, QUIETLY NERVOUS.

He lashes out at Rowena at one point:

DEAN: What's happening? (to Rowena) Did you say the words right? ROWENA: I did! Jack begins to spasm. He's racked with pain! DEAN: Say them again! SAM: Jack! Jack crumples to the floor, crying out in pain. DEAN-- stares, stricken.

///

Dean, frantic, blames his outing with Jack on Jack's worsening state, rather than Sergei's treatment:

DEAN: I shouldn't have done it. Shouldn't have taken him out.

///

==In 14x08, the temptation to use power to revive Jack proves too great to overcome==

Music, love, and doom

We open with a reminder of JOHN WINCHESTER, an important foreshadowing of Castiel's impending deal with The Empty. Just as John traded his life for Dean's, Cas will trade his (and unknowingly, Dean's) happiness for Jack's life.

The record player represents Dean's love language and his agony. (We get little hints throughout season 14 that much of Jack and Dean's bonding was over music and media.) In the next episode, 14x09 The Spear, the tapedeck will be broken, a symbol of the Dean's (romantic, mixtape) happiness going silent, even though he doesn't know why yet.

INT. MEN OF LETTERS - JACK'S ROOM - DAY 1 Open on a RECORD PLAYER. The tone arm swings in and the needle drops. Music kicks on...classic rock, the kind John Winchester might've put on after a particularly hard day. DEAN WINCHESTER stands over the record player, watching the disc go round and round. He watches this...because he can't face what's behind him: JACK KLINE lies in bed. He's sicker than when we last saw him, at the end of Unhuman Nature. He's moved back into his own room, to be more comfortable. An oxygen tank helps him breathe. Through the pain, Jack manages a smile up at SAM WINCHESTER and CASTIEL, who stand vigil at his bedside. Both trying to conceal their devastation. They know-- they all know-- Jack Kline is dying. Dean moves to join them as Jack strains to pull himself up a little. Sam is there in an instant, helping.

Now, it's true that Jack's nature is to try to make things easier on everyone, sure but I still think that Dean's words from Optimism are on his mind. (Look FORWARDS, not BACKWARDS.)

He's trying to be brave, to encourage them to move on.

///

And, so Jack dies. The dad village is devastated. Dean seems resolved to try to carry out a funeral, to think about "next steps." Tensions run high, and a deal is on everyone's minds even though they're trying not to go there. Though he's keeping it together on the outside, Dean shows signs of emotional volatility and whiplash irrationality, directed at his spouse. Floundering and stressed, he expects Cas to be strong, to keep the remaining family members safe, and to know exactly what to do.

Dean is trying to "be strong and make the proper decisions," too, but with Cas, the conflicting, volatile emotions can't help but leak out:

CAS'S TRUCK - NIGHT Cas white-knuckles the steering wheel. Dean sits shotgun, pissed off...and afraid. DEAN: --I can't believe you let him go. You saw how he was back there-- CAS: You said to give him space. DEAN: Yeah, Cas-- space. In the bunker. With us. Not friggin'...THIS.

//

But Cas is stressed, too. Jack is the one entity he was so sure would outlive even him. It was his immortal security of familial company. It's particularly devastating for Cas:

Cas takes a hard turn. Conflicted. Sad. ANGRY. CAS: But this isn't natural. Jack, taken before his time. Taken before me. Cas turns away. Dean puts a hand on his arm, locking eyes with Sam. And we live in the moment-- the three of them standing in the night air, united in misery.

///

A miracle, and the beginning of the end

The next morning, Sam and Cas leap into action, and Dean's uneasy about it. But when Lily Sunder shows up, they all go down the path of becoming a little like Harper, even Dean, who seemed to be the last holdout.

The temptation to cling is too great. Love is crazy. And irrational. Especially the love for a child.

DEAN: What kinda miracle? CAS: A way to bring Jack home. On Dean. Rocked. Of course he wants that too, more than anything, but it's a lot to digest. Dean gives a NOD-- DEAN: Okay. Do it.

//

But overall, he's still skeptical, untrusting. The soul thing sounds like a bad idea to him. And Lily Sunder's motive is suss. Not too long ago, she was trying to kill his spouse, who killed her child. Why should she help them revive their own?

On Sam. Weighing it. Dean's still skeptical. He doesn't trust this-- or Lily. DEAN: And you'd do all that for us, huh? Out of the kindness of your heart?

///

And then there's the matter of eating up Jack's soul. The thought makes Dean sick. His gut says that the cost seems too high. When Sam doesn't listen, he appeals to Cas:

DEAN: Oh, well then... (to Cas) Tell you you're not cool with this. CAS: I think Jack should get to decide for himself.

///

Like Dean, Jack is initially nervous about the soul magic

For his part, Jack, too is nervous. He's apprehensive about using his soul, just like Dean was about it. But at the same time, and with the threat of The Empty bearing down on them, he can't help but want to come back and be reunited.

He's an off-key parallel to Harper's Vance in this situation. He loves them! Maybe it doesn't matter if he comes back a little wrong.

You know the rest. The Empty comes for him, and Castiel saves him. The deal is done. Castiel becomes doomed, like John.

///

Dean can't help but want to reunite

On the cusp of getting Jack back, Dean loses his nerve and snaps, all but demanding Lily help them get their kid back. He becomes unhinged, and the conversation in 14x06 Optimism is forgotten. Dean's doesn't just look backward. He runs backward.

But Lily pauses. He's hit a nerve, and now he presses it. DEAN: Cause otherwise I don't understand how you could ever, EVER let another person go through what you did. The pain of losing a kid? On Lily, Dean's getting somewhere, pleading. DEAN: You can't-- (voice catching) Don't you do that to us.

///

And they become happy again

Tragically, they can't truly see how much it costs, and Cas and Jack don't tell them.

Open on...Jack ALIVE! Lily moves back, collapsing into a NEARBY CHAIR in exhaustion. Jack smiles up at the boys-- JACK: Hello. Sam and Dean are elated beyond words.

An emotional, happy reunion. Then-- DEAN: Lily, thank you.

///

And so, we return to the kitchen, where the love is stored, and the family reunites.

Jack is wrapped in a gray dead-guy robe, and he eats one of Dean's homemade burgers.

INT. MEN OF LETTERS - KITCHEN - LATER Jack takes a massive bite of a homemade cheeseburger. Chews. Looks up to see... Sam, Dean, and Cas staring at him like helicopter parents. Their own food untouched. He smiles, a little puzzled. JACK: Is something...wrong? Sam almost laughs-- it's exactly the opposite. SAM: No. DEAN: Just damn good to have you home. Dean's gaze shifts to Cas. DEAN: And Michael's location. (impressed) Don't know how you pulled that one off. CAS and JACK lock eyes-- they know exactly what Cas had to sacrifice. Cas shifts uncomfortably, playing it off.

Dean is impressed by Cas, maybe even a little teasing, perhaps in awe of him. It reminds me of the cut scene from 15x09 The Trap:

DEAN (to Cas): It's-- amazing. You did-- amazing.

How often did Dean think that to himself about Cas? Cas was always there. Even when things went belly-up, he seemed to come back, to pull through against all the odds. We can't exactly blame Dean for having that kind of faith and devotion in Cas. It'd be so tempting for anyone to fall into that way of thinking.

It's just as Dean hoped in Unhuman Nature, that Cas would figure it out. That Cas would somehow take the pain away. ("You'll figure it out, right?") Dean leans on Cas again in The Spear, when he gazes pleadingly at Cas after Michael kidnaps Jack. This time-tested lover-spouse-protector dynamic has Dean believing whole-heartedly in Cas, and that they actually caught a break here.

And finally, we have a tragic callback to Optimism as the script finishes up:

ON DEAN. Feeling optimistic for the first time in awhile.

Dean is elated. He's fired up to beat Michael. Just one more thing. One more evil to beat. One more Apocalypse. Then, he can finally be happy and move forward together with his makeshift little family, and 'everything he's ever wanted.'

Or so he tragically thinks.

[teamtrisha]

Demons 13:

1. Pandemonium - Penn Badgely

2. The Devil - Josh Hartnett

3. Halycon - Jamie Lannister

4. Nephilim - Hunter

5. Bezelbub - Ryan

6. Belthezar - James Kirk or Kirk Cameron

7. Spawn - Jason Statham

8. The Jackal - Jack the Ripper

9. The Blue Eyed Devil - Jesse James

10: Misha’el

11. Abaddon - Michael Wyngaarden

12. Merrick - Anton Van Buren

13. Mephistopheles

14. Skeletor - Steve-o

15. The Muckle Black Deil - Andy Biersack

16. Venom - Matthew

17. Damon

[ao3feed-stevebucky]

Heavenly Eggs

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/h1v8Ee3

by Vocaloidfan

Samael couldn't take it anymore…He can't stand to watch his human being tortured by the cruelest of humanity any longer…Despite his older brother's warning and knowing that he might risk Falling, he betrays Heaven to bless the Winter Soldier with his egg to protect him at all costs. The young angel then reluctantly goes into hiding for a while.

When Dean sees what Sam has done, he has no choice but to put his egg inside Steve to protect him while he tries to find Sam.

After Bucky was freed from Hydra's clutches. Throughout his journey, he feels strange yet at peace ever since his angel finally freed him. He also notices that people are acting strangely around him…

Meanwhile, Steve finds himself feeling strange as of late after that weird dream and he notices that for some mysterious reason, his enemies are frightened of him. Even his teammates admit that they feel weird around him now…

Later on, Gabriel informs each super soldier of the eggs and that there are various obstacles they will have to face because of their guardian angels' choices…

Words: 843, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Heavenly Eggs

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Captain America (Movies), Supernatural (TV 2005)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: M/M

Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Castiel (Supernatural), Gabriel (Supernatural), Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Nick Fury, Hydra Agents, Tony Stark, Brock Rumlow, Jack Rollins, Crowley (Supernatural), Hellhound (Supernatural), Alastair (Supernatural), Zachariah (Supernatural), Uriel (Supernatural), Maria Hill, Other Character Tags to Be Added

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Winchester, Steve Rogers/Dean Winchester, Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, Other Relationship Tags to Be Added

Additional Tags: Eggpreg, Egg Laying, Angel Wings, Angel Sam Winchester, Angel Dean Winchester, Character Death, Angelic Grace (Supernatural), Angels are Weird (Supernatural), HYDRA Trash Party, Nephilim, Captain America: The Winter Soldier, BAMF Sam Winchester, BAMF Dean Winchester, Memory Suppressing Machine | The Chair (Marvel), Rebel Sam Winchester, Rebel Dean Winchester, Angel Healing, Bucky Barnes Needs a Hug, Steve Rogers Needs a Hug, Protective Sam Winchester, Protective Dean Winchester, Angel Blades (Supernatural), Vengeful Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester is Protective of Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester and Food, Castiel is Protective of Dean Winchester, Gabriel Being Gabriel (Supernatural), Bucky Barnes Remembers, Zachariah Being an Asshole (Supernatural), Nesting, Eldritch Angels, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

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Master List

Marvel

“I’m Lost”

After a bad therapy session, Bucky has flashbacks to his time with HYDRA. Good thing they have Sam and Steve to help them carry it.

Boy Meets World

Coming Out

Veronica Hunter comes out to Cory and Topanga.

Shadowhunters

The Last Nephilim

Upcoming fanfic based on my own theories about TWP. More info coming soon.

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Is Nephilim-Giantologist Steve Quayle a Plagiarist?

https://truefreethinker.com/is-nephilim-giantologist-steve-quayle-a-plagiarist/

#Nephilim #Giants #SteveQuayle #Bible

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How the Giants Conquered the Globe | Steve Quayle

May 26, 2023  Over the past 25 years Steve Quayle has pursued the curious subject of the biblical giants like few others. He’s published a series of well-researched books and DVDs on the Nephilim and the megalithic architecture they’ve left behind …  providing strong evidence of their existence. Evidence that proves the reliability of the Bible and makes a mockery of the evolutionary paradigm.

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Nephilim! Steve who has powers but not a body equipped to handle them causing him damage every time he uses them

Steve who's used them to help fight monsters ever time

Who used them to heal max and Eddie after fighting vecna

Who used them on every subsequent scratch and bruise and let's himself be a science experiment and a form of entertainment because his kids deserve to be happy and move on from the monsters they've fought

Robin who suspects something going on but doesn't have experience with the supernatural outside of the upside down so she doesn't know

Eddie whose mom wasn't nephilim but was another type of creature who slowly withered herself away in much the same way to try and please his dad

Eddie who is pissed when he fully realizes what Steve is doing

Eddie who spills it to the rest of the party pissing Steve off majorly but also stopping him from slowly killing himself for the amusement of others

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Heavenly Eggs

Heavenly Eggs https://ift.tt/ZCSADel by Vocaloidfan Samael couldn't take it anymore…He can't stand to watch his human being tortured by the cruelest of humanity any longer…Despite his older brother's warning and knowing that he might risk Falling, he betrays Heaven to bless the Winter Soldier with his egg to protect him at all costs. The young angel then reluctantly goes into hiding for a while. When Dean sees what Sam has done, he has no choice but to put his egg inside Steve to protect him while he tries to find Sam. After Bucky was freed from Hydra's clutches. Throughout his journey, he feels strange yet at peace ever since his angel finally freed him. He also notices that people are acting strangely around him… Meanwhile, Steve finds himself feeling strange as of late after that weird dream and he notices that for some mysterious reason, his enemies are frightened of him. Even his teammates admit that they feel weird around him now… Later on, Gabriel informs each super soldier of the eggs and that there are various obstacles they will have to face because of their guardian angels' choices… Words: 844, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Series: Part 1 of Heavenly Eggs Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Captain America (Movies), Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: M/M Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Castiel (Supernatural), Gabriel (Supernatural), Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Nick Fury, Hydra Agents, Tony Stark, Brock Rumlow, Jack Rollins, Crowley (Supernatural), Hellhound (Supernatural), Alastair (Supernatural), Zachariah (Supernatural), Uriel (Supernatural), Maria Hill, Other Character Tags to Be Added Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Winchester, Steve Rogers/Dean Winchester, Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, Other Relationship Tags to Be Added, Castiel/Dean Winchester Additional Tags: Eggpreg, Egg Laying, Angel Wings, Angel Sam Winchester, Angel Dean Winchester, Character Death, Angelic Grace (Supernatural), Angels are Weird (Supernatural), HYDRA Trash Party, Nephilim, Captain America: The Winter Soldier, BAMF Sam Winchester, BAMF Dean Winchester, Memory Suppressing Machine | The Chair (Marvel), Rebel Sam Winchester, Rebel Dean Winchester, Angel Healing, Bucky Barnes Needs a Hug, Steve Rogers Needs a Hug, Protective Sam Winchester, Protective Dean Winchester, Angel Blades (Supernatural), Vengeful Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester is Protective of Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester and Food, Castiel is Protective of Dean Winchester, Gabriel Being Gabriel (Supernatural), Bucky Barnes Remembers, Zachariah Being an Asshole (Supernatural), Nesting, Eldritch Angels, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Castiel Does Not Understand Humans (Supernatural) via AO3 works tagged 'Castiel/Dean Winchester' https://ift.tt/T9kszSi April 11, 2023 at 09:22PM

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There’s More Than One Way To Start An Apocalypse (6)

Summary: The Infinity War had happened and Thanos had won. 5 years later the Avengers try one last crazy idea to save everyone they lost, but a mysterious woman with a Supernatural background from Natasha’s past drops in unexpectedly derailing their plans. They soon find out that Thanos was now not the apocalypse they needed to stop.

Fandoms: Avengers, Supernatural

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader, Dean Winchester x Reader (previous), Natasha Romanoff x Reader (previous)

Warnings: Angst, The Damn Snap, Mentions of depression and self-loathing, excessive and sometimes unnecessary violence, gore, mentions of death, copious amounts of blood, some profanity, mentions of past trauma, idiotic decision making

A/N: Hello, lovelies! Chapter 6 is up for you all. Hope you like it. I had fun with this one. :) Masterlist is pinned on my profile.

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6: Lessons Learned

You allowed Natasha one more night to fuss over you and keep you in bed. Save for an overall ache in your body and some stitches, you felt fine and well enough to be released from the medical bay. The serum had done its job and healed your injuries to a level that it was manageable. As far as you can see and feel you were as good as new. Well, not quite.

The actions you had taken to reverse the effects of the stones and destroy them had completely emptied your grace. Your body felt lighter because of the loss of power, but heavier from fatigue and injury. You were now powerless and you would be lying if you said that it didn't aggravate you. You tried to test it out by reaching out your hand to call a glass of water to you, but it didn’t even budge in the slightest. You glared at the offending drink.

You were more than capable without needing to rely on your angel side though. You could fight your way through an army with just your bare hands or a makeshift weapon, but having your powers as a fallback did give you some level of comfort and confidence. Castiel had said before that grace replenishes over time. Although how long that would take for you was uncertain.

Castiel. You sighed as you wondered how they were. Were they upset with what you did? The guilt suddenly hit you because you knew that they would be worried more than anything else. Dean would be pissed as hell though. Your chest tightened at the thought of him.

You shook your head to clear your thoughts and busied your hands with smoothing out the loose grey long sleeved shirt and dark wash jeans Natasha had loaned you. You had specifically asked for jeans and a loose shirt knowing that she had a preference for tighter fitting outfits. You were actually surprised she owned a shirt like this. You suspect that it might be from an old or current boyfriend, but you decide to annoy her about it later. For now you were grateful for the clean soft fabric against your recovering body.

Her brows knit together when she noticed the thoughtful look on your face, but similar to you she decided to grill you on it later as you both reached your destination.

"Took you long enough to get down here. Did you get a mani pedi on the way?" Tony sassed as you and Natasha entered the room.

The spacious room was a cross between a laboratory and a workshop. Tools and unfinished mechanical projects were scattered across multiple tables and a full Iron Man suit stood proudly on one side. Candy wrappers, soda cans, and empty plates were also randomly strewn.

On one side though were countless beakers, test tubes, jars, and clear boxes containing liquids of various colors and what looked like rocks but you knew they were probably more than that. This area was clean and almost obsessively organized among other machinery and equipment. You saw Bruce sitting in this corner typing away on a keyboard. You smiled a little at how different two similarly brilliant minds were.

"I wanted to look pretty for when I get dissected by the great Tony Stark," you shrug.

Nat rolled her eyes. "She popped a few stitches when she was showering. We had to get her patched up again."

"In my defense, this is the first time I've had to deal with sustained injuries," you chuckled. Nat was not amused as she was not used to you being this fragile.

"Interesting," Bruce said as he slowly approached. You found his half Hulk form strangely adorable. Perhaps it was the shy warmth in his eyes or the way he would slouch as if trying to hide himself. "It seems the serum is healing you, but at a much slower pace as it would for a normal human. Would you mind if we ran some tests?"

"I'm all yours, Doc," you said opening your arms wide. "I'm curious too. This is new for me too."

"What do you mean?" Bruce asked.

"I've never fully consumed my grace or soul before let alone burn them both. I should be dead," you said as you turned your head to the side to hold Natasha's gaze. "I don't understand why I'm not dead."

"Well the serum saved you, kid," Tony said. "Billions worth of serum but hey who's counting?"

"Put it on Nat's tab," you chuckled. "How do you want to do the testing?"

Bruce picked up a small bag and slung it over himself the straps protesting against his wide chest. He picked up a tablet that looked far too small in his hands and gestured toward the door.

"We'll do the tests in the training room. We need to check if you got any of the effects Steve and Bucky did. We'll talk on the way. I need to ask you a few questions so I can establish a baseline," he said. You gave him a nod and another smile liking how polite and gentle he was. Perhaps it was because Natasha was there and this was her team, but you found yourself easily trusting them.

Natasha and Tony led your group down the many hallways of the compound chatting about the rest of the team. Clint had called in from his home confirming that his family was whole again. The Guardians had gone with Thor to New Asgard and will be flying out to check on the other worlds in a few days. Peter had returned to Queens on Tony’s insistence and was checking on his friends.

Your heart swelled. You really did it.

"We already have some of your information from the medical team," Bruce said pulling you away from eavesdropping. He was busy fussing with the tablet as you kept pace beside him, "How old are you?"

"Just turned 20," you said nonchalantly.

You halted your steps when you noticed he was no longer walking next to you. He stood a few steps back with his face puckered as he tried to make the computations make sense. He knew that you grew up with Natasha in the Red Room and you looked to be about the same age. You couldn't possibly be 20. You laughed at the look on his face as if his brain was short circuiting. You went to hook your arm around his and tug him along to catch up with Natasha and Tony.

"You have to remember, Dr. Banner, that I am a Nephilim. I'll tell you the details another time. Put simply, physically I'm more or less Nat's age but technically I've only been alive for 20 years."

"Mentally she's two," Nat commented with a smirk over her shoulder. You grinned.

"With all the trauma of a 70-year-old war vet," you added.

"Ha! You'll fit right in then," Tony laughed as he pulled open the doors to the training area.

Your ears perked at his comment. Were they considering you to be part of the team? You knew Natasha would like that. She would want you close now that you had crossed paths again. Would you accept though if they offered? There were four boys in Lebanon, Kansas that made you think twice.

The sound of clanging metal weights, buzzing equipment, and fists on fabric greeted you. Sam was on the bench press, Bucky and Steve were going to town on punching bags, and Wanda was sprinting on a treadmill. You were suddenly nervous. You weren't expecting an audience while Bruce tested you.

Wanda saw you first. She beamed and jumped off the treadmill not bothering to turn it off. She ran to you and immediately enveloped you in a hug. You were surprised by her friendliness, but returned the gesture nonetheless. She held you out at arm's length and looked you over.

"You look so much better," she said warmly.

Across the room, the three men noticed the commotion and turned their attention toward you. You were chatting with Wanda as you made your way further into the room laughing here and there at something she said.

Bucky whistled softly from next to Steve tugging at the wraps on his right hand. "She really is an angel."

Steve frowned. He was still unsure about you, but the rest of his team seemed enamored by you. Even Tony was already acting playful with you. He didn't know where your loyalties lied yet and he didn't even fully understand why you would take it upon yourself to undo the Snap. A piece was missing in the puzzle.

Still, he had to admit that Bucky was right. Now that all traces of blood and battle had been washed away, he could clearly see that you were stunning. You had a commanding presence, but there was also a warmth about you. He took particular notice in your eyes that held an innocence to them but at the same time flashed with mischief. You were an easy read, but also full of contradictions. You were also wearing his shirt, he noticed. It looked good on you.

You reached the two intimidating super soldiers and Bucky was quick to reach out a hand to shake yours.

"Glad to see you up on your feet, doll," he said with a boyish smile that brought an unexpected heat to your face. Steve raised an eyebrow at his bestfriend's clear attempt to charm you.

"Thank you, Sergeant Barnes."

"Please just call me Bucky," he said flashing you another winning smile.

" Buck-Nasty if you feelin' frisky," Sam interrupted stealing your attention from Bucky. "You can call me Sam."

"Birdbrain if you're feeling frisky," Bucky retaliated. This resulted in a loud name calling session between the two. You shook your head, clearly amused by their dynamic.

"Good morning, Captain Rogers."

You said it so quietly that Steve almost missed it. You were looking at him but also not. Your eyes were looking slightly to his right and he found this curious. Why couldn't you look him in the eye?

"Bruce said that you would be helping with my examination today?"

He nodded and gestured for you to follow him. You both joined the rest of the team who had gathered around a small table. Your eyes widened and you clapped your hands together in joy when you saw what was laid out.

"You kept my gear!" you exclaimed while quickly grabbing the knife nearest you.

"Gear?" Tony scoffed. "I would hardly call ratty jeans and a flannel shirt as gear. I mean, flannel? Really?"

You rolled your eyes. "Some people prefer to keep a low profile, Tony. Besides, it's my weapons I'm relieved to see."

"What are these, Sera? I don't think I've ever seen a blade like this," Nat said as she closely examined a dagger that looked exactly the same as the one you were holding. It was a triple-edged blade that formed a three pointed star at its cross section. It was a shiny silver in color from hilt to tip and was unmistakably sharp.

"That's because that's an angel blade. Manufactured by God and can kill almost any supernatural creature. Not easy to get," you said simply while you moved to check the pistol and shotgun. Both were still fully loaded and you were surprised that even your body holsters were there. You opened a few pockets on it and found more ammo. You were so focused on checking that you didn't realize that they were all staring at you like you had grown an extra head.

"Excuse me, kid. Run that by us again," Tony said scratching his chin.

"Oh. Sorry. What part of that tripped you up?"

"Angel blade," Wanda said.

"Manufactured by God," Bruce added.

"Supernatural creatures," Sam chimed in.

"What the hell have you been into the past 15 years?" Natasha demanded.

"Long story. I'll tell you later," you said rubbing the back of your neck awkwardly. "Aren't we doing tests?"

"Uh uh," Tony said holding up a finger at you. "Story time. Now."

You sighed and racked your brain for a good place to start. Where do you begin explaining the supernatural to a bunch of superheroes? Honestly you thought that they would already know all this. Before you could say anything else, you were interrupted by FRIDAY.

"Mr. Stark, I have detected - disturbance - electronic - interference."

The AI's usually smooth voice came out garbled and crackled at the end before completely cutting out. The whole team tensed as the lights flickered and the temperature suddenly dropped to freezing. A chill ran through your spine and the hair on your nape stood on end as you saw your breath in front of you from the cold.

"Nat," you whispered, the flickering lights casting shadows on her worried face. "They found me."

A sound like that of bad TV reception pulled all of your attention. A woman dressed in a long black dress manifested from thin air. Her long tangled hair was in wild disarray around her, skin a sickly pale, red-rimmed eyes fixed on you, and cracked lips curved in a sinister smile. She flickered twice as another appeared beside her sporting the same disheveled look. Two more followed and soon there were close to a dozen of them.

You gulped, your heart began to hammer in your chest. "Tony, remember you said you wanted a lesson on the supernatural?"

"Yeah?" he said unsure, not taking his eyes off the mob that was slowly moving toward them.

"Well lesson #1," you said as you subtly inched your hand toward your shotgun. "Ghosts."

All hell broke loose then. The manic looking spirits charged and your group dispersed. You fired without hesitation at the closest one to you making it disappear in a puff of salt and grey smoke before swiftly slinging your holster over your arm and hooking in the rest of your weapons.

You saw Bucky swinging a right hook which naturally just passed through his opponent. You saw another coming toward him and you fired hitting both with one shot. Bucky looked at you bewildered as the ghosts disappeared.

"It's a ghost, Sergeant. You can't punch it to death," you shouted as you reloaded. Another appeared by Bucky and on instinct he swung his vibranium arm in attack. You were just as shocked as he was when the ghost appeared to have the same effect your gun did.

"Apparently you can as long as it's a vibranium fist," you corrected yourself.

You were fastening your last blade and scanning the room trying to quickly think of a plan. The speakers blared with feedback and a smooth voice came on.

“Wanda,” it said and your eyes immediately snapped to Wanda who was frozen on the spot. Her mouth was open and her eyes were wide brimming with unshed tears. “I’m here, Wanda.”

Nat was on her immediately gripping her shoulders and shaking her. “Listen to me, Wanda. That’s not him. Focus!”

You saw a group of spirits closing in on them. You narrowed your eyes and marched quickly toward them firing your shotgun until they were all clear. The voice on the speakers kept going until you fired at one spirit that nearly got her hands around Wanda’s leg. 

“Listen to me, Wanda,” you said as you fired another round this time at one near Bruce. You had your back to them trying your best to be their line of defense. “That’s not him you’re hearing. I know you’re hurting, but the ghosts can sense the guilt and sadness from you and they’re using that against you. Don’t let them use you like that.” 

“Vis wouldn’t want that,” Natasha added softly.

You risked a look at her and noted that she was at least looking at you. The heartbreak was obvious on her face, but she nodded.

“Good,” Natasha said as she let go of Wanda’s shoulders. “Now how do we fight these things, Sera?”

"Salt and iron repel them. Apparently so does vibranium," you shouted through the chaos so that the rest can hear. You shot at one that Sam was struggling with giving him an opening to join you.

"Copy that!" Steve yelled as he jumped and tossed his shield slicing through four ghosts across the room all of which promptly disappeared in a chorus of shrieks. 

"They keep coming back!" Wanda said as she pushed two away. She was still visibly shaken by the cruel tactic of the ghosts but she was at least trying to keep it together. You could hear the small shake of fear in her voice.

"We have to salt and burn their bodies or the object they're haunting to get rid of them completely. We don't have time for that right now!" you answered as you shot another round at one who was trying to grab at Natasha. You groaned in frustration as you saw that same ghost reappear near Tony. You were running dangerously low on ammo.

"You think??" Tony griped as he fired a few with his blaster. It surprised the ghosts but did not repel them. "What do we do, kid? This is your show."

"We need to get the fuck out of here. I only have one shotgun and a very limited amount of rock salt shots. We need to leave now!"

"Everybody get to the quinjet!" Tony ordered as he made a mad sprint out the training room.

Your group converged with Steve and Tony leading the pack, the former using his shield to plow through any ghosts blocking the path. You and Bucky protected the rear while the rest ran in the middle. You swallowed down the panic that started to bubble inside you. If only you still had your powers you would be able to banish them all with a wave of your hand.

You were caught in your thoughts as you ran while mechanically shooting at spirits that got a little too close to your group in what looked like a sick game of whack-a-mole. You were distracted enough not to notice something come barreling toward you. It tackled you at the waist taking you down to the ground in a struggle of sharp teeth and claws.

"Sera!" you vaguely heard Sam shout through the growls of the creature who was now straddling you. The adrenaline pumped through you as you used your shotgun to block the creatures mouth. This left your arms vulnerable as the creature furiously clawed deep from your shoulders to your elbow. You let out a sharp cry and used the pain to force yourself to bash the stock of your gun against its face. You used the momentary stun to slip out your angel blade and plunged it hard into its chest. It let out a scream as you twisted it in further before going limp. You tossed it aside as you shot a round at a flickering ghost from the corner of your eye. You groaned as your bloodied arm protested against the weight of the gun.

Sam was at your side now carefully sidestepping the dead body. He hooked your less injured side over his shoulders  and helped you to run quickly back to the others. You saw the cuts on his arms and the bleeding from above his eyebrow, but you gratefully took his help and handed him your shotgun.

"That was no ghost, Sera," Sam muttered as you reached the others. You all kept running until you reached the compound's hangar.

"Lesson #2. Werewolves," you said loud enough for everyone to hear. You were slightly out of breath from your last encounter, but as you saw the quinjet in your sites you also saw a pack of snarling werewolves. You felt your palms grow sweaty as you gripped your blade tighter on your injured hand.

"Anything silver and angel blades," you said briefly as you tossed the one you were holding to Wanda who was sporting a flowering bruise on the side of her face from a ghost hitting her with a bookend. "The rest of you aim for decapitation. Do not get bit!"

"Finally something I can slice through!" Nat shouted, pulling out a long dagger from her side and charging toward one of the werewolves. Her face was set in her signature stone cold expression as she made quick work of her opponent. A moment later its head rolled on the ground and stopped near Bucky who at that same moment ripped the head off one with his metal arm.

You heard the hum of an aircraft and figured that Bruce and Tony must already have reached it. Sam dropped his hold on you to fire at a ghost that was charging at him with what looked like an actual sword. You heard a growl behind you and swiftly turned slashing with your blade. Its head landed with a thud.

"Get on the jet! There's more coming!" you yelled as you made a dash toward the open ramp ignoring the burning pain from your left side. Steve and Tony were at the ramp trying to prevent any of the creatures from coming onboard. They were working like a well oiled machine as a result of years of partnership. Tony was blasting holes through the werewolves, pinning them against a wall where Steve drives his shield clean through their throats.

You leaped onto the shoulders of a werewolf that was about to attack Steve's unprotected back and unceremoniously thrust your blade through its chest. Steve saw and gave you a grateful nod. A net flew past your head and caught two werewolves. It sparked to life and electrocuted them.

"Get in!" Nat said from atop the ramp holding the net launcher. Sam joined her firing the last remaining shots as the rest of you hurriedly boarded.

"Get us up, Bruce!" Sam yelled as the shotgun clicked empty.

The ramp slowly closed with Natasha holding off the remaining creatures. You were flooded with relief as you felt the aircraft ascend, but you only let out the breath you held when the rest of the team slumped down against the carrier’s walls in exhaustion.

You all looked worse for wear; a smattering of cuts and bruises on dirt and blood. You'll have to check them all thoroughly later if anyone got bit, but for now you needed to get everyone to safety. You clutched your bleeding arm and grimaced as you made your way to Bruce who was piloting. You instructed him to input a set of coordinates as your destination.

"We'll be safe there," you said tiredly.

"What's there?" Steve asked as he slouched down on one of the seats trying to regain his energy and make sense of what he just experienced. You bit your lip. It seems that you would be returning home to your boys sooner than expected.

"The bunker."

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again lily sunder is SOOOOOO funny if you remember season eight