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ladydragonhawke · 6 years ago

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The Lesser of Two Evils

Season 15 fanfic starting exactly at the ending of Season 14.

For anyone who would like to have an easier reading experience here’s the link to the story

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20647562/chapters/49379330#workskin

SPOILERS FOR SEASON 14

CHAPTER 5/? WIP

Summary: Light coverage of the three weeks Sterling, Cas and Jack were MIA. An old enemy has appeared, only their current situation has made them change their colors.

Chapter 5: Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing

When Dean woke up, he went immediately into the war room, waited for a few mins then slunk away into the kitchen to get his morning dose of caffeine infused whiskey. Sam soon popped in sporting his normal bedhead before running his hands through it only once, correcting any stray strands thereby making his hair perfect for the rest of the day.

“Anything yet?” Sam asked as he lazily poured himself a cup of coffee.

“Nope.” Dean sipped his whiskey coffee trying not to show his unease.

“It’s only day three, don’t worry too much. At least we got the Wi-Fi up and running yesterday.” Sam raised his cup as a salute to a job well done for yesterday’s accomplishments. They had to run out into the nearest town and shop to “buy” a new router and there was surprisingly hardly any undead and people were almost going about their days as normal as they could. Some roads were closed or buildings with boards and chains on them with bright red spray paint as a warning to all to leave this building well enough alone.

“Phones are working.” Dean mumbled as he raised his in a flash as if he could show the connectivity.

“Really? When was that?” Sam hurriedly asked as he pulled his out of his pajama pants.

“Around…” Dean paused as he took a sip and tried to come up with a good time that didn’t indicate he really didn’t sleep well. “three?” Seemed reasonable. “Some texts hit me last night and woke me up. Must’ve been a backlog.” Safe.

“Holy cow. Yea I’ve got quite a few myself. Wonder if the news is back on too.” Sam thought out loud as he sat across from Dean and fiddled with his phone to pull up some news stations that were still broadcasting. He pulled up a live broadcast from a local station somewhere in Kansas.

“…military officials ask that all those who are seeking asylum from highly populated areas to please contact their local office to ask for their zones’ evacuation location, and to not leave without verifying with authorities…”

Sam switched to a more prominent station that covered the central US.

“…still seeing that the undead are being isolated off into specific areas of cities and towns where they are easily contained. Officials are still unsure as to how they are going to deal with them once they’ve corralled all of them into certain locations. Local and state authorities are still meeting to find an answer to that question. Back to you Bill.”

“Today in other news there has been a surge in reports of things other than the undead causing unrest in densely populated cities to the fields in Oklahoma, reports range anywhere between vampires to werewolves. Whether these stories are valid or mere hysteria from the outbreak of undead is unknown but there will be more information to follow soon as the President has made a decision to formally address the country in this trying time. Now we’ll go to Bob for a quick look at the weather, Bob?”

“Jeezits. All hell broke loose. Literally.” Dean sighed.

“No kidding. I’ll fish through some of these reports and figure out what’s solid.”

“I’ll help in a minute I’mma get some breakfast going for the girls. Jody and Donna mentioned on heading back if things were good enough here, and that strange chick we picked up still hasn’t woken up yet.” Dean finished off his whiskey-coffee feeling a bit better and got up to start cooking his standard eggs and bacon.

“They did huh? Alright. I’ll be in the war room.” Sam checked for a nod of confirmation before leaving the room. Dean was starting to get that look of worry on his face, Sam knew he’d possibly have to keep an eye on him if Jack and Cas are gone for too long. Sam wasn’t quite worried, yet.

The smell of bacon woke up everyone else in the bunker calling Claire and Donna first from their slumber. As they entered the kitchen sniffing the air like hound dogs, they moaned in delight at the sight of two monstrous plates stacked high with maple smoked bacon. Claire was first to snatch a few strips before Dean caught her in the act.

“Hey, grab a plate. An empty one! Before diggin’ your hands in there. You two want eggs with your bacon?”

“Yes please!” Claire was nearly awake just from the joy of being offered food. Donna was still lazily and patiently waiting behind her for her share of breakfast. After Dean served both of them Jody and Alex groggily waltzed into the kitchen, after smelling the aroma wafting from the kitchen for a few minutes they could no longer keep their stomachs from moving their bodies. They both grabbed a plate, but Alex grabbed a second one. Dean noticed it first as Jody was still busy getting sleep out of her eye.

“Didn’t know you were that hungry Alex.” Dean poked.

“It’s not for me. Rowena.” She stated sleepily.

“Ah, taking a plate to Rowena? She still with that girl?”

“Yep.”

“Well, I’ll give her a bit more bacon.”

“Awww, I want more too.” Claire pipped up. Her plate was still full of bacon, she was most likely saving it for last so she could savor every strip.

“You’ll get more after everyone get’s their share!” Dean chuckled. “Last time I let you, you nearly ate all of the bacon I made.”

“A girl can’t help it.” Laughed Claire, showing no remorse for her past actions. Truth be told she’d do it again if she could.

“Mmhmm.” Sighed Dean as he finished serving Alex and began serving Jody who was still as groggy as when she entered.

Alex walked carefully with both plates of food as well as two mugs full of hot coffee, in her hands as she navigated the halls trying not to bump into the corners as she turned. She wasn’t quite awake yet for navigating with arms full of food precariously perched on either arm, but she managed to get to the infirmary with spilling only a splash or two of coffee.

“Morning Rowena. How’s the patient?” Alex announced as she entered.

“All’s well on my end. Or at least that’s what I think anyway. Oh! Here let me help you with those dear.” She shot up from her chair and carefully grabbed a plate and mug from Alex setting them down on top of a rolling metal trolley.

“Aw thank you love for breakfast, wait.” She looked at Alex as if the food may possibly be poisoned.

“Dean made it, don’t worry.” Alex chuckled, poor Sam.

“Ah, perfect. Thank you.” Rowena smiled as she plucked a few strips from the small pile on her plate and ate them daintily as she leafed through one of her tomes.

“Find anything on what’s going on out there?” Alex asked as she started in on her eggs.

“Well I did a quick scry and not much has changed in our area, funny how these things avoid this area altogether.”

“It is weird.” Alex affirmed.

“Phones and internet are back up according to Sam.”

“Really? I haven’t seen him this morning.” Alex pulled out her phone from her back pocket while taking a bite of bacon, verifying her information.

“He’s in the war room. Trying to worry himself further with any awful news from outside.” Rowena magicked her coffee with the creamer and amount of sugar she deemed perfect before taking a sip to make sure it was consistent.

“Doesn’t look good out there.” Alex confirmed as she stared into her phone while eating a forkful of eggs. “But what’s the textbook for?”

“Well,” Rowena started as she took another strip of bacon while turning another page. “Sam and Dean wondered if there was a spell to call or summon Amara.”

“And?” Alex inquired as she looked up from her phone in slight shock. She’d only heard about God’s sister.

“Nothing yet. I’m going to need my full library for this one. Those undead better not have touched anything.” She grumbled.

“Didn’t you ward your place or something.”

“I did, but you never know. Not with The End happening.” She took a deep sip of her coffee infusing a bit of whiskey in it just to fortify her a bit. “Plus, I was hoping this one would wake up soon.” She gestured with her coffee cup toward the immobile stranger on the bed, slight sweat on her forehead glistening in the low light.

“You’ve closed her wound completely and she’s healed up really well. It may be too early for her to be up and about anyway. I’d give her a day or two and she should wake up.”

“Is that a bet?” Rowena perked up.

“Maybe.” Alex was sure in her skills of guessing these things but didn’t want to lead on Rowena.

“I’ll wager two days.” Rowena smirked.

“Three.” Alex stated flatly. “Ten bucks?”

“Tch… come now.”

“Fifty then?” Alex raising an eyebrow. High roller huh? This’ll be easy money. “And no spells to wake her up either.”

“You’ve got yourself a deal.” Rowena extended an empty hand toward Alex.

Alex took it swiftly and shook it firmly, she was definite in her deduction. Their little gambling scene was interrupted by Dean walking through the Infirmary with two plates full of food as he made a stop standing between Alex and Rowena.

“How’s Sleeping Beauty?” he joked.

“All healed up and doing well considering, she should be coming round a day or two more.” Rowena postulated toward Dean not giving any sign that a bet was made just now.

“Good. I’mma see how Sam’s dealing with the end of the world news. Keep me updated.” He called back as he headed toward the war room.

“Will do!” Alex and Rowena called after him.

They both went back to their breakfasts; Alex took to her phone to search for accurate news as Rowena continued searching for a clue for Amara.

Dean walked up to Sam who was deep into his laptop it seemed as if he fused with it. Dean set down Sam’s plate with a light tap and a fresh cup of coffee. “Chow time. What’s the latest?”

“Oh uh, thanks.” Sam grabbed his new cup of coffee and took a sip without really bothering to check if it was made the way he liked it. “A lot actually. It seems like a few of the ghosts, ghouls, or demons we kicked to the curb are back. I checked my email and the husband to that woman in white we dealt with way back in… pfftt.”

“You mean when I pulled you from college to help me look for dad?”

“Yea. She’s… back.”

“No way! What…”

“That’s not all.” Sam interrupted as he filtered through his email a bit. “The guy who we helped with the demon on that plane… um Jerry! Called me, leaving me a message about a plane that went down 40 minutes into the flight, the same way as the one we dealt with.”

“Holy shit.” Dean huffed as he crammed a few strips of bacon into his mouth.

“That’s not the worst of it.” Sam turned a bit pale as he spun the laptop around so Dean could see the screen. Dean nearly dropped his mug of coffee only managing to slap it down on the table, spilling quite a bit on its surface. Dean stared directly into the eyes of someone he never wanted to see topside again.

“Dick Roman? How’d he escape Purgatory?” He asked angrily. All those months, years spent in purgatory as a price for getting the leviathan off Earth and back into their “natural habitat” and seeing it all spat back in his face was infuriating to say the least.

“I don’t think they escaped.” Sam stated flatly.

“Chuck.” Dean cursed under his breath.

“I think…” Sam sighed, hoping against hope that he was wrong here, “he undid everything we’ve done.”

“You mean every monster or baddie we put away is back topside?” Dean was right angry now. “When it rains it freaking pours!” he shouted as he gripped the back of a chair with both hands.

“DAMN IT!”

As the broken pieces of the chair settled Sam rotated his laptop back to face him knowing this was definitely not a scenario either party thought was even possible. So the thought of doing it all again seemed like an even bigger leap than before. They lost people dear to them to get where they were, people who were lost to stupid mistakes or who sacrificed themselves to further the goal of a monster-free Earth. The thought of having to redo years of progress that was undone in the blink of an eye was an unbearable weight that seemed to only become heavier. Dean slumped in a chair in front of Sam not even glancing at his slightly untouched plate of now lukewarm breakfast. He rubbed his face with his hands as he took in the full weight of the situation and started to panic at the mere thought of tackling everything all over again.

“I’ll reach out to some folks I know and give them the 411 on leviathan and get in touch with anybody who may be able to lend us a hand in anything.” Sam stated, trying not to inflect any possible thought of grandeur or like he was getting his hopes up.

“Why bother?” Dean whispered.

“We can’t give up Dean. Not yet.” Sam didn’t close his laptop but pushed it to the side so that if anything serious popped up he could have eyes on it.

“Chuck just reset everything. It’s like we weren’t even here.” Dean choked; he was trying not to break but things were starting to get too much.

“We’ve got Rowena looking for Amara and when Castiel and Jack get back we can figure something out. We can still do something Dean.”

Dean stood up from his chair and leaned on the backside of it for a minute letting his head dangle between his arms. He wasn’t quite giving up, but he was still listening. He was just so tired.

“Once we figure out how to contact Amara and get her input, we’ll figure out what to do then. So, for now…”

“For now we just do what we can? Hunt the same things that we’ve already dealt with before. And what about the leviathan? We can’t leave them alone. They’ll eat everyone before we can get to Amara. What then?” He raised his head showing his tired red eyes. “I just…” He stood up straight covering his mouth with his hand.

Then without another word he trudged back to his room. In anger? Defeat? Sadness? Sam wasn’t sure, but he was sure Dean would come around, he just needed some time. Sam looked at Dean’s plate of food and slid it over to himself taking a bit of the eggs and piling his mass of bacon onto Dean’s. He’ll want it soon enough. Sam ate his plate of eggs slowly with the laptop just in his periphery as he stared a hole in the wall across from him. There was going to be a lot of work to do, Sam just hoped Castiel and Jack would make it back soon. For Dean’s sake.

Jody and Donna decided to head back with Claire after spending the week in the Bunker, to make sure everyone in their area knew how to deal with what was going on. Giving everyone “The talk” was not Donna’s forte but she had no choice. Claire was more than happy in returning to the field now that there were more baddies to hunt, but Jody made it clear to her not to hunt alone. There were now more monsters than hunters than ever before. Alex called into the hospital saying she was dealing with a family emergency which they took very well and just asked to keep them updated when she could return. Alex was starting to worry since the stranger’s heart rate was not rising like it should at this point, indicating that she should awaken soon. Rowena was still searching for a spell to find the location of Amara, but on the side started searching for healing spells to try on the stranger, as Sam grew increasingly worried about Castiel and Jack.

A few days passed and Dean finally came out of his room looking for something to do as waiting around for Castiel and Jack was becoming more and more nerve-racking. Sam had a hunt lined up for both of them to do already. Rowena took to searching her library of tomes for a spell that detailed on calling or locating Amara. Alex was still by the strangers’ side tending to her, checking her pulse and giving shots of adrenaline as well as any method she could think of to try to wake her up. Nothing was working and she was becoming more and more frantic with each day that the stranger remained asleep in the bed.

The next week Sam and Dean went out nearly nonstop on hunts, mostly due to the influx of monsters, but also because Dean could not stand to be in the bunker for more than an hour before he wanted to start swinging at anything that resembled a monster. He would occasionally check in with Alex to see what state the stranger was in and what could possibly be the cause of her being out for this long. Alex couldn’t explain it and even reached out to a few mentors she knew and some in the professional field for an explanation. None of them could provide an answer that satisfied Alex. It just didn’t make sense unless, according to one of her psychiatrist friends, she experienced a severely traumatic situation and prefers to sleep than be awake. But even then, the patient would need to wake up for daily functions necessary for the human body. Alex exhausted every possible academic explanation and solution she could find before conceding to the fact that she could not do anything else.

Rowena was equally as perplexed as Alex and was starting to wonder if her healing spells had an adverse effect on the stranger. She started bringing over as many tomes as possible and filtering through as many as she could within the eight to nine hours Alex needed to sleep, shower, eat, before she had to resume in searching for something about Amara. Then Sam and Dean came back one evening to find Rowena searching deeply in one of her tomes of spells as they were seriously panicking about Castiel and Jack. She promised to search for a way to find or contact them as best she could. Needless to say, she had plenty of research on her hands.

The boys were hunting as well as gathering anything and everything needed in order to deal with the leviathans like before. The bone of a righteous mortal washed in the three bloods of the fallen. They figured it worked last time it should work this time same as before. They needed Castiel again just as before to make it work and finding a ruler of fallen humanity was daunting enough that it took a few days and multiple demon slayings before finally having a name to essentially get anywhere with.

A father of fallen beasts wasn’t too hard as the revived vampire alpha was surprisingly more than willing to give his blood to the brothers. “Good luck.” Was all he said to them before laughing them out of his manor. To him it was just one more obstacle off the board in order for him to complete his desire to turn as many as possible this time. He’d planned on getting to the boys later, he wanted to savor every ounce of pain he could derive from them, then when the time came, he’d do what he should have done years ago. For now, they’ll be his unwilling and unknowing pawns in his game.

As the things that crawled in the night became more numerous than before, the boys had covertly sent out a video detailing on how to deal with everything from flaming a ghost to just short of killing a leviathan. They weren’t comfortable showing their faces just yet, but Sam lent his voice to dub in on the video to go further into depth on how to deal with everything out there. Dean would chime in to lend some better information on a few things Sam wasn’t too sure about and clarify a few points.

Within a few days it was trending, then within the first week of posting it, viral. People started taking their word as gospel. Folks were curing family members of vampirism, trying to find a better solution for werewolves, and a whole host of other answers to problems that people would not have found if not for the video. Sam and Dean knew they couldn’t be there to save everyone, but they could spread some information so that people could help themselves the best they could during this trying time.

The following week Jody and Donna returned to the Bunker after hearing no word about Jack and Castiel. Sam was seriously starting to worry about Dean’s mental state as he was spiraling into more and more fits of rage than usual, nearly loosing himself completely in a hunt to rid the world of John Wayne Gacys’ ghost, again. It turned into a slaughter-fest when they came out of the house to an overwhelmingly monstrous group of undead that appeared from nowhere. Sam first called Jody to see if she could talk to Dean but instead of just talking over the phone, she knew she needed to see him face to face to assess for herself just how far off the reservation he was.

Donna called the boys a day later to ask for help in a simple matter that she knew she could deal with. She just wanted to see the boys as much as Jody did. After Sam and Dean helped her with the shapeshifter issue Donna drove behind them toward the Bunker, she also needed to resupply on items needed to deal with other creatures. Claire just wanted to see Sam and Dean again, as well as Alex who she was truly starting to miss, although she would never admit it.

Rowena and Alex, bet completely forgotten, were trying everything human and witchy possible to wake up the stranger. Rowena had resolved to just dive into the tomes she had at home rather than lug them back and forth, and instructed Alex to grip a charmed athame whenever she needs a break or if the stranger woke up. It would immediately teleport Rowena to that room as soon as it was touched.

Jody drove her truck into the garage that was hidden in the side of the Bunker while using her hands-free to talk to Alex inside.

“Alright I’m here. Just got in.”

“Be there in a moment.” Alex called.

“You sure, it’s not like I don’t know my way around in there.”

“I could use a bit of movement. I’ll help unpack.”

“Still hasn’t woken up huh?” Claire asked, interjecting herself into the conversation.

“No…” Alex grumbled as the sounds of her moving through the halls could be heard through the phone.

“Well we’ll see you in a few. Bye.” Jody said as she hung up the call with a press of a button on her steering wheel. As she did, she felt the odd feeling like something was going to happen, but she wasn’t sure if that was just caffeine jitters or if Rowena was hanging around nearby or something. As she parked the truck close to the door, she saw something dark in her side mirror. She twisted around in the drivers’ seat to get a better look from behind her. Nothing.

“Huh…” she thought aloud.

“What?” Claire probed.

“Nothing, thought I saw something.” Jody waved it off as just stress and started to open all the doors on the truck. Jody and Claire started unpacking certain goods that the Bunker was low on and Alex appeared to help. There wasn’t much but it was enough to fill the arms of all three of them. As they began the trek to the storeroom, they could hear muffled shuffling, as if a bunch of people were shuffling their feet in the hallway. Jody threw what she had in her arms into the room next to her, and unholstered her firearm.

“Get behind me Alex.” She ordered softly as she stepped in front of the somewhat confused girl.

“What’s…” but before Alex could finish her question a small group of undead came around the corner toward them shuffling slowly in their direction.

“Shit! Everyone back up toward the kitchen!” Jody cried out. She holstered her gun; it was no use in this situation.

They all shuffled back to the kitchen as fast as they could and armed themselves with any of the sharp implements that were available. Jody stood close to the doorway as the first defense, she would filter them toward Claire, and she would deal with any stragglers. Alex, who was not quite built for fighting stood in the back as the last line of defense should Claire need assistance. As Jody began laying into them, Claire was right behind her offering help in any way she could. Within a few minutes of starting Jody could hear someone shouting over the grumbling of the undead.

“BOYS?” she called.

“Girls, are you safe?” Jody could hear what sounded like Donna screaming from the other end.

“YEA, WE’RE ON OUR WAY!” Jody shouted as she felled two zombies to her right. She waved for Claire and Alex to start running toward Donna.

“How many have you got?” Called Sam from the distance.

“ONLY SIX LEFT HERE!” She screamed back, stabbing another one in the knees as Alex was trying to squeeze past Jody and the wall.

“Dean is on his way to you!” Sam shouted.

“‘Bout time.” Thought Jody as she beheaded another one.

Alex was gone down the hallway already running at full speed while screaming.

“INFIRMARY!”

Jodys’ eyes widened as she remembered the incapacitated stranger in that particular room. She started hacking faster, then a sudden machete appeared above her shoulder and embedded itself in the head of an undead that was a little too close for comfort. Dean appeared on her other side and tackled the mass of zombies knocking them down like bowling pins. He shot up and jerked the machete out of its skull and began dismembering them one by one. Jody stepped back seeing he clearly needed to let off steam and checked on Claire who was watching him with a look of shock and concern on her face. They began helping in dismembering what was left before Dean took off at a run for the infirmary with Jody and Claire close behind him.

“And that’s where we are.” Dean finished.

Sterling wasn’t really listening to him as much as she was fishing through everyone else’s mind for all the memories of the past few weeks. Just getting a condensed version was never good enough for her. Her expression didn’t really change the whole time everyone shared their portion or two of the past few weeks. Some understated, others embellished theirs to no end.

Sterling swallowed a mouthful of water. Her feet were back up on top of the table crossed in front of her by the ankles. “And that’s where we are.” She parroted back.

“I know it’s a lot to take in right now…” Castiel started.

“You ain’t kidding!” Sterling chuckled finally making eye contact with him. His memories were a little too deep to dive into at the moment, but she did want to examine him closer. He was a deplorable sight to see, his wings, his being… she felt pity for him. It must have shown on her face as his expression changed from concern to confusion.

“Look, I appreciate everyone helping and dealing with me. And…” She paused trying to show that she’s still processing everything. It worked as the former angel backed off a bit. “I just need some time to think. On my own.”

“Do you have any family? Someone we can contact?” Sam pipped up.

“Oh boy, don’t open that can.” Thought Sterling as she half-chuckled. “Not anymore.” She showed a pained smile and that seemed to quiet everyone.

“Is there a bathroom around here?” She broke the silence with a sniffle. Alex shot to life as she stood up and went to guide Sterling herself. “I don’t need an escort just tell me where, I can figure it out.” Sterling asserted.

“Down that hall five doors to your left.” Alex pointed hesitantly, but before she could make any other motion toward her, Sterling was already off. Sam and Rowena were giving each other secret looks of confusion and worry.

“Thank you, I’ll be back.” Sterling assured everyone as she walked quickly down the hallway. It was actually the sixth door, but she wasn’t going to fault the poor girl.

As Sterling entered the bathroom, she warded it quickly against any prying eyes and ears from listening.

“Alright Billie I know you were watching that mess.”

“I gotta say, you are quite the actor.” She said as she materialized. “So how much longer do we need to play pretend? In case you didn’t notice this world has been slowly burning for three weeks. I’ve searched everywhere I can within the limits of my abilities for Amara.”

“Yea, Castiel was able to zone in on a particular system.”

“No shit! Now what, want me to pop over there and…”

“No, something’s off…” Sterling interrupted. “That system that he described was the beta version of everything. I thought he destroyed it before I passed.”

“What do you mean beta version?” Billie asked as her impatience was rising.

Sterling stood in place pondering things as Billie sighed in frustration and crossed her arms waiting for some kind of response. Sterling stood in place for a moment winced in pain then continued pacing. Billie wanted to address it but figured she wouldn’t give an answer even if she asked.

“I’m more worried about these things they’re calling Leviathan, what are they?” Sterling thought out loud.

“Beings that Chuck created before everything. Before angels.” Billie stated tersely.

Sterling stood in place and thought for a moment, then her eyes widened.

“What?” Billie asked genuinely concerned.

“I’ll explain later. For now, I’ll need to help them with something that just popped up and I’ll call you when we get done.” Sterling instructed quickly.

Billie stopped her from opening the door. “No, I’m done being your little errand girl. Tell me now or I’m done with you. You think you’re the only one with a plan here?”

“I can’t or it won’t work!” Sterling spun around and flashed Billie the eyes of angry determination. Billie jumped back a bit at the sudden change of character.

“I…” Sterling caught herself, “As much as I hate saying it, you’re just going to have to have faith.”

“In you?” Billie half-chuckled.

“I don’t like this any more than you do. Now I need to help them, and I’ll call you when it’s time, ok?” Sterling reaffirmed the situation waiting for a reply from Billie.

“Fine. I still don’t like this.” Billie stated flatly as she disappeared.

“Neither do I.” Sterling mumbled to herself as she slowly opened the door, ridding the room of the wards she put in place leaving no trace. She willed her face to look as if she cried a bit and her nose was full of runny snot. She opened the door tissue in hand, to find Alex and Rowena looking expectantly at her. They also seemed a bit shocked as if they didn’t expect her to open the door at that moment. A quick scan of Alex’s mind revealed they were trying to listen in. I’m glad I put those wards on. She thought as she cleared her throat.

“What’s up?” Sterling sniffled.

“Something came up on the news and we thought you should be there to see it.” Rowena recited almost like she was in a trance. Sterling could tell Rowena was anxious about her, that Sterling may or may not be human. She’d just have to up the acting factor a bit, nothing she hasn’t dealt with before.

They walked together into the war room with Alex right behind Sterling wanting to give her an arm or shoulder to cry on. Sam had a major news channel pulled up on the screen of his laptop facing out toward the middle of the table as everyone was on either side staring at it as if it was about to expend gifts to all those watching. Sterling still wiping away tears from her eyes stood at the opposite end of the table and looked at the laptop expectantly. She knew what was coming but dreaded it all the same.

Dick Roman’s face appeared onto the screen as he sat regally in a newsroom with all kinds of animation flashing and swirling on the screen around him. It began zooming out from his face to show his upper half of his body as she stared intently into the camera. Sterling knew what was coming and braced herself.

To keep up appearances she showed confusion on her face and pointed to the screen while looking at Alex as she asked “Isn’t that Dick Roman? That one politician guy that disappeared or whatever?” Alex nodded and looked back to the screen. It cut to a young blonde news reporter sitting across from him holding some papers, as she began the dialog.

“Good afternoon everyone, I’m Katherine and I’m joined here today with previous presidential campaign runner Dick Roman. How are you today Mr. Roman?”

“Please, call me Dick.” He smiled. “I’m doing very well thank you.”

“Glad to hear it Dick, and I’m happy to see you back on the scene. There was quite the gossip going around that you had died while you were campaigning. I’m happy to see that is simply not true.” She chuckled.

“Oh, yea you know fake news and all.” He waved off the thought of him being dead.

“So, what happened to you during the campaign? You very much fell off the face of the Earth.” She chuckled nervously.

“Well, I needed some time in order to deal with some private family matters that took precedence over the campaign. There was a death in the family that was a big blow for us, and I needed time to sort through some things.” His face changed from that of the seriously creepy guy from seconds ago to one that utterly looked as if he did indeed go through something traumatic. Dean wondered if it was the bone he shoved through his neck, and if he remembered the feel of it. He’s gonna feel it again soon, that’s for damn sure.

“But now that I’ve had some time to grieve and look within myself for the answers I was looking for, I’ve realized something Katherine.”

Katherines’ face was a little shaken up as if this was more off script than she initially thought. “And what would that be?” she smiled anxiously.

“I don’t need to put on an act anymore. I can truly be myself now. I have no desire to return to the being I used to be. Sad, bored, annoyed, angry. I have no need to feel those emotions anymore. Not when I can take what I want.” He went to reach for Katherine’s hand, but she pulled it off the desk and covered her retreat as a need to filter through some of the paperwork she was clinging onto for her life. His intimidation factor shot up ten-fold as he stood up at her rejection. She shot up also as a way to escape the situation and turned to call for security, but before a sound could escape her lips, she was pulled back to face Dick as he swallowed her instantly… on live tv.

He licked his lips as the camera was visibly shaking from the operator who was most likely shitting himself, but felt he wasn’t allowed to leave as Dick’s eyes focused on him for a fraction of a second before returning to the camera.

“Be seeing ya.” Dick said as he gave a saucy wink to the camera and walked off screen. That wasn’t for the general population, Sam and Dean knew that was a message for them. It was a little tease for them to come find me. The room gave a collective sigh.

The news channel instantly went into technical difficulties screensaver mode as Sam finally sat down in a chair near the laptop. Sterling was gripping the back of a chair so tight the metal was starting to bend under the pressure before she took a deep breath and released the groaning metal. She looked around at everyone in the room who were collectively shitting themselves in their mind.

“What do we do?” Sterling asked looking at Sam and Dean who were mostly still trying to retain their fury at the situation. She hated to probe even though she already knew the past history, but her “character” had to be believable, especially when two of them are starting to question already.

“What did he mean by that? Just what the Hell is he?!” She was using the inner anger as an excellent catalyst toward sounding panicked. If Billie was watching, she would have been impressed.

“He’s a Leviathan. They’re super old creatures from before even angels were created. God created them first then tucked them away into a place called Purgatory where they’ve been for Centuries. Until…” Sam hesitated, he didn’t want to point fingers but definitely didn’t feel like opening up that wound on Castiel. He’d just come back damn it.

“Until I released them and used myself as a conduit of their collective power. I sought to use them as a means to correct many wrongs. But my hubris got the better of me and they were released onto the Earth.” Castiel finished for him. He wasn’t the same angel he was before; he took responsibility for his past mistakes. He knew he made plenty. Sam gave him a look of pity as he wanted to console Cas, but he was interrupted by Sterling who was more into answers. Even answers she already knew but still had to ask.

“So, how do we deal with them?” She leaned on the back of the chair again, fully committed to see this thing through.

“We? Whoa, look lady I know you think you’re tough, but these things are not unthinking walking zombies. They’re highly intelligent and damn near impossible to kill. I appreciate the enthusiasm, but you also just woke up.” Dean perked up, he was really starting to like her gumption.

“Alright well, I want to help.” Sterling stood firm knowing she was about to get backlash.

“Cool it there Leroy Jenkins, we’ll let ya help once you’re cleared for duty by Alex.” Dean stood immovable in his decision.

Alex jolted at her name being mentioned, she was so deep into her own mind that she wasn’t really paying attention to what was going on around her. “Wait, what? I’ll do what now?”

“Clear her for duty.” Dean stated again.

“Oh uh, alright.” Alex replied still visibly shaken.

“We’ll let you know when we’re ready to move. You just rest up until then.” Dean looked into Sterling’s eyes as a means to further imply that he was the boss here. Sterling was willing to humor him, for just a little longer.

“Sounds good.” Sterling nodded and sat down in the chair she was leaning on as a way to show she was willing to do what was needed. This seemed to put Dean a bit at ease as she started looking around the room more to find not everyone was enthusiastic about the current situation they were in.

“Alright look. We have the weapon needed to “kill” Dick and send his buddies back to purgatory.” Dean informed flatly as everyone gave a slight gasp at the news.

“Wait, how did you acquire the blood needed for it when…” Castiel started a barrage of questions but before he could finish Sam interjected.

“We’ve gotten all the blood we need but we were waiting for you.” Sam said coolly.

“Ah, I see. I’m sorry it took so long to…”

“Don’t apologize. We know it wasn’t your fault.” Sam interrupted. “Plus, you have a hint of a location of Amara. That’s something we can work with.” He smiled as he redirected the current topic.

Castiel smiled back but still felt guilty for failing to realize just how long he was gone, and how the Observatory affected time.

“You and me both pal.” Thought Sterling as She was reveling in the cascade of emotions flowing from them at that moment. Love, sense of family, sense of belonging. She was remembering a similar feeling from long ago but stopped herself from delving too deep as she felt eyes on her. Rowena was still giving her looks of uncertainty, this was going to be a tough one.

“So, once we form a plan to take out Dick and his entourage, we’ll need everyone’s help on this. We don’t want anyone going Rambo.” Dean announced.

“Speak for yourself.” Interjected Rowena with a scoff.

“Alright, so everyone just hang tight for a bit. Got it?” Sam asked loudly.

The room gave a collective “Yes” that was lacking in energy, but everyone knew how dire the situation was. Everyone started going their separate ways leaving Sterling, Alex, and Rowena alone in the war room. Alex was still deep in thought on the situation and Rowena was torn between focusing attention on finding a spell for locating or speaking to Amara and trying to unwrap the feeling of mystery from Sterling who was sitting in the chair staring up at the ceiling in thought. In reality, Sterling was searching for the exact location of Dick Roman, she found him in 2.5 seconds. Not a record by any longshot but at least she could see where he was at that moment. Apparently, he was on the west coast in a city called L.A. just as he was leaving the news station he was broadcasting from. Humans give the strangest names for places and things. Sterling got up quickly from her seat which spooked Alex and Rowena a bit and she gave an apologetic wave of her hand toward them.

“Sorry, I’m uh… is there a bed that’s available that isn’t in the uh…” She gestured toward the Infirmary.

“Oh yes! Absolutely, wait here and let me get some things and I’ll show you one you can have.” Alex bounced out of the war room feeling better now that she can direct her attention to something else.

Leaving Rowena and Sterling alone with an awkward silence between them. Rowena was content in focusing her attention on Sterling, but only with her periphery as she faked filtering through her tome of master-level spells. Sterling took interest in the tome seeing that the cover looked severely weathered while being stained a deep shade of red, and the ink seemed to be written in human blood. What was even more interesting was that she was able to read and decipher the text within just by glancing at it. “What the hell?” She thought as her mind drifted to Chuck and just what kind of influence did he use to make this actually tangible for creatures of this caliber to possess.

“Interesting book you have there. You can read this chicken-scratch?” Sterling joked.

“Yes, I can actually.” Rowena lied. Sterling feigned shock, “Nice try witch.” She thought to herself.

“No shit!? That’s crazy, so you’re a witch huh?”

“I am. Something wrong with that?” Rowena was starting to judge her a bit.

“Hell no. I think women should be allowed to assert their dominance.” Sterling said, knowing that would win her over.

It did.

Rowena gave a wide smile and pulled her fake attention from the book to look Sterling in the eyes. “What did you say your name was again love?”

“Sterling, and yours was….” She put a had to her head as if searching, “Row… Rowena? Am I right?”

“You are, I’m quite impressed you remember. With all that’s going on.” Rowena gave a gentle gesture to everything in existence, if there could be such a gesture.

“I tend to stick better to people and things that are in front of me and I can affect. Or help, really. Names can be funny sometimes though; I’ll remember some and forget them if I don’t see the person again for a while.” Sterling said as she sat on the end of the table facing Rowena.

“So, Sterling. What do you do?” Rowena had completely closed the book, but left it resting in her lap.

“Well I was in the military for a number of years…”

“Doing what?”

“Eh, if I told you, I’d have to kill you. Ah, but you’re a witch so I assume you have something for that.” Sterling chuckled knowing full well she in fact did and still does. “I did secret operations for the military, assassinations, insurgency stuff. Nothing light I’ll tell you that.”

“That explains the state you left the Infirmary in after those walkers paid you a visit.” Rowena pulled her body back a bit as she started to relax. She was falling back into believing Sterling was human, slowly.

“Knee jerk reaction really. Started having flashbacks when they grouped up on me.” Sterling floundered a bit to feign being vulnerable in that moment. “Sorry, that kind of stuff can bother people I didn’t mean to bog you down at all. Especially not after all this shit has hit the fan.” She moved to stand up.

Rowena placed a supportive hand on Sterling’s shoulder. Jackpot.

“Not at all. A lot has happened since you’ve woken up. I appreciate you opening up to me, but you should really be careful. These kinds of monsters that are out there are worse than humans.” Rowena warned. At that moment Alex walked back into the room and made her way to the two.

“Not so sure about that.” Sterling joked. Rowena chuckled a bit knowing full well what she means. Alex cleared her throat a bit as a segue to move from whatever conversation she was interrupting to her presence.

“All ready?” Sterling glanced toward Alex as she gave Rowena a light pat on the shoulder.

“Yep, you?” Alex asked giving Rowena an apologetic look. Rowena waved it off, displaying that it didn’t bother her in the slightest.

“Yep, sleeping for three weeks can really tire a person.” Sterling joked as Alex began leading her to an unoccupied room. Sterling was able to hear a slight chuckle from Rowena as they left the room. As the humans say it, hook, line, and sinker. She smiled at her well-earned accomplishment. Alex twisted her head to the side to make sure Sterling was following her well enough.

“What’s so funny?” she inquired.

“Ah nothing, something a friend of mine once said.”

“Ah, well here you are.” Alex announced as they stood outside room number 8.

Alex opened the door with a free hand and walked in setting the items she was carrying on the desk next to the door. The room was small only housing a desk, bed, small chest of drawers, a nightstand and a chair. Sterling didn’t need light and could see every detail and atom if she looked hard enough, but Alex was human, so she flicked on the light.

“Ah thank you, much better.” Alex said as she turned to get a good look at the bed, making sure it was guest ready.

“Well it looks like you’re all set here. Let me know if you need anything.” Alex said as she started leaving.

“Alex?” Sterling stopped her in her tracks.

“Thanks again. For all your help. I really do appreciate it.” Sterling sighed, “I hope I can pay you back someday.”

“I’ll hold you to that.” Alex smiled as she left, closing the door behind her on the way out. Leaving Sterling alone in the small but homey room. Sterling didn’t need sleep, so she took to sending herself out to look around a bit, but mostly to keep an eye on Dick Roman. As soon as she saw his true being, she felt sick and angry. How could he? She thought to herself as she watched him all through the night travel from L.A. to Chicago.

“I will see you soon, much sooner than you think.” Sterling thought to herself as she watched him like a daytime telenova.

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occasionalfics · 6 years ago

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into you // p. 13

Summary: Just as Steve begins to wonder why he’s been sent on a mission well below his pay grade, a mysterious, unscented woman steps in and does his job for him. He’s immediately drawn into her allure, and he needs to know who she is, why she’s on a mission to take out some of the city’s most powerful alphas, and why he can’t get her off his mind.

A/N: All of your earlier comments about how much you liked seeing Bucky and Steve interact made me so happy, you have no idea. I’m almost always worried I’m not getting characters right or getting their relationships right, so that was really validating. Thank you!

Warnings: Steve is the walking embodiment of unnecessary angst and Bucky is 100% calling him out on it.

Word: 2,612

Days and weeks and a whole month goes by and Steve hates himself more every minute. Every second that (Y/N) thinks he hates her, every moment of every day that he goes on pretending to be angry for Bucky’s sake nearly kills him.

But he has to. She’s Hydra. He can’t love someone from Hydra. Yes, he loves Bucky, but his best friend never chose to be Hydra. Even if (Y/N) really didn’t know about her boss, she still made that decision.

She still made the decision to be a vigilante murderer. Which he’s never judged her for until that Skype call from hell.

He’s finally able to get Bucky to at least answer his texts a month after the incident. A week later, Steve’s flying to Wakanda again, and when he gets there, he and Bucky immediately go out to his new apartment. He lives in the city center now, rather than in the palace or out in the hut in border tribe territory.

“It doesn’t make sense,” Steve insists on the first night over bowls of stew. “I should be able to pull up information on this operation if it’s Hydra. There isn’t a secret they have that Tony or I shouldn’t be able to find!”

Bucky sighs heavily. “I know,” he says, “but I’m telling you, that woman is evil.”

Steve nods. “I found out that much already. Viper I could find.”

“Don’t call her that,” Bucky says quickly. He pauses, then makes eye contact with Steve before finishing with, “Please.”

There is no level of comprehension for what this woman has done to or with Bucky to make Steve know what the right thing to say is. Other than to agree, to apologize for ever using the title Hydra gave that woman, to try to work through everything surrounding her instead of focusing on her.

He does it all, and then goes on with, “I just...this doesn’t make sense.”

“You already said that,” Bucky states, mouth half-full of food.

“It doesn’t!” Steve lifts his bowl and almost has his hand covered in the hot stew, not to mention Bucky’s carpeting. “I can’t stop looking, Buck. Because if I don’t prove that this operation is Hydra, then I-” He stares at his best friend, unable to say what’s next.

Thankfully, Bucky knows Steve well enough to finish for him.

“You’ve broken (Y/N)’s heart for no reason.” He nudges Steve’s arm with his Vibranium elbow. “I saw how serious you were about her, Punk.” With that, he continues eating.

Steve stares, eyes widening while his brows furrow. “You’re being shockingly cavalier about this.” Does his best friend not get that the girl of his dreams thinks that he thinks she’s the scum of the Earth? How is Bucky, of all people, missing the fact that Steve made a huge mistake but just can’t find the proof as to why?

“You think I didn’t already search every database the Wakandan government would let me into to try to find that woman?” Bucky asks. “You think I didn’t beg Shuri for her help because she’s literally the smartest person I know?”

Well. That explains a few things. Just not Bucky’s very casual attitude toward everything, especially not the lack of acknowledging that (Y/N) still works for a Hydra agent - past, present, or future.

“There’s nothing on this, Steve. The last bit I found says Ophelia Sarkissian left Hydra before the fall of Shield.” Almost infuriatingly, Bucky dips back into the stew again.

“And you waited to tell me until this moment because?” Steve asks, his eyelids lowering into something short of a scowl. After all, the life and future of the girl of his motherfucking dreams is on the line.

The girl Steve’s been blocking from his actual dreams. The girl his body desperately calls for, while his mind and heart shut her out.

Bucky shrugs. “I don’t trust them,” he says. “They could say whatever they want, and they would to cover their own tracks.”

Steve attempts not to condescendingly sigh. “Bucky, they’re kind of known for keeping meticulous records.” He thinks about all the things he’s read about the Winter Soldier since Hydra’s files were released. Since Nat made them public, along with all of his own dirty secrets. At least then, one of them wasn’t that his girlfriend was even unwittingly working for Hydra. “And if one of their top operatives split, don’t you think they’d be honest about that?”

“Why should they?” Bucky asks. “Having information like that down - with or without the info hack - could’ve been the downfall of the organization. She just...walked out, Steve. Didn’t even turn around to say goodbye or anything.”

“Is that why you don’t remember her leaving?”

Bucky pauses. Steve can see a moment of recognition wash over his face. “I guess so.”

They sit quietly together. Steve stirs his stew, and Bucky continues to eat until his bowl is empty. He puts it on the table in front of them without a word, then clasps his hands together between his knees and seems to be lost in thought.

After a bit, Steve asks, “What do I do now?” He’s never felt quite so useless, quite so guilty. “I broke her heart, Buck. All because I thought she’d put you in danger.”

“What?” Bucky asks, face scrunching. “In danger?”

“I told her you were here, so the first thing in my head when you heard that name was that (Y/N) was using me to get information on you, so Hydra could take you back-”

“Jesus,” Bucky mutters, his head falling as he breathes deep. He pushes hair out of his face and tells Steve, “You’re real fuckin’ dense sometimes, you know?” When Steve doesn’t answer, he rolls his eyes and throws his arms out in a wide, ridiculous gesture. “You do know it’s nearly impossible to get in and out of Wakanda without knowing exactly where you’re going, right?”

He takes a minute, but then Steve sighs, shuts his eyes, and can’t believe what kind of an idiot he’s been.

He brought Bucky to Wakanda years ago to keep him safe - specifically because of how safe it is. Sure, the borders are open and trade agreements have been made, but you still need to know the exact coordinates of Wakanda to get in. You still have to have a point of contact from within the country to even be invited! Steve knows all of this!

But his instinct, during that conversation about Ophelia Sarkissian, was to protect his brother. His friend. The only remaining part of his past self. It didn’t matter, at the time, that (Y/N) took the brunt of the punishment.

More heapings of self loathing weigh his body down.

Bucky puts his cold Vibranium hand on Steve’s shoulder. “The second you get back to New York, you go directly to her. You ask her for whatever information she’ll give you, then you go from there.” He gives Steve’s shoulder a squeeze. “I’ve never seen you as happy as you are with her. If she’s not Hydra, then you two deserve to be happy together, regardless of her job. We both know you’d do the same for me if you had to.”

He stands outside her building, pressing her call button over and over and over again with no answer. He holds it down and tries to call out, “(Y/N), please, it’s me. Let me in.” But the buzzer is too loud and he’s sure the intercom doesn’t work like that.

Even if it did, he can’t blame her for shutting him out. It’s his own fault he’s stuck on her stoop.

After ten minutes, he’s on edge. His heart is thumping out of his chest. He can’t smell her - not the lavender and lemon and rosemary, not the ocean spray and jasmine. Just a building full of not-scented-but-smelly omegas.

He tells himself not to worry, that she might just be on a job. But that does worry him. He’s read up on Viper. If she knows about him and (Y/N), even if she’s not Hydra anymore, it could mean the worst for (Y/N).

Steve is astounded, once more, at how little he knows about (Y/N) and her world. He should’ve asked more questions, should’ve paid more attention, should’ve been a better fucking alpha than he was.

But most of all, he should’ve listened that night, after Bucky had hung up on them. He shouldn’t have pushed her away.

He starts buzzing other call buttons. Most don’t buzz back, but one does. He checks which one he hit last, then sprints into the building, up the main stairs, and down a hallway on the third floor. He finds the corresponding apartment, knocks on the door, and breathes heavy.

A petite blonde woman opens the door. There are two men behind her - one that looks identical to her, only with smaller hips and wider shoulders, and smells like a beta; and another with dark skin, a newly touched-up fade, and a light green shirt. That one’s an alpha for sure.

“You’re not takeout,” the blonde says.

“Have you seen (Y/N)?” Steve asks. He can hear how frantic his voice is, still feels the burn in his lungs from catching up and the rush of adrenaline coursing through him.

The woman shakes her head. “She went out a few days ago, hasn’t been back since. I figured she was staying with a boyfriend.”

Steve wonders, in the back of his head, how they all live in the same building and do the same job and know so little about one another. But then, he remembers that he’s known (Y/N) for months and doesn’t know anyone that she works with, no friends or family that he can name off the top of his head.

“You must be him, though. You smell familiar,” she says. And then her face goes blank as pieces click together in her head.

“Where can I find Ophelia?” he asks her, not even caring if she puts up a fight. The sinking feeling in him spreads, causes dread to set in because now it doesn’t really matter that he’s broken (Y/N)’s heart, that he hasn’t tried to contact her before now. What matters now is that she’s clearly in danger.

“I’m not supposed to-”

“If you don’t, she could die.”

Recognition dawns on the woman’s face. He takes a deep breath - for whose sake, he can’t say.

“Please.”

She must be able to see the desperation in his eyes. She can probably feel the anxiety and helplessness rolling off of him in waves. The alpha behind her stands, comes to the door, puts a protective hand on her hip.

“You got a problem, buddy?” he asks. But then he stops, too, and his eyes widen. “You’re-”

“Yeah,” Steve says, waving him off. He’s gone too many missions without a helmet or a mask and people recognize him now whether he likes it or not. But right now, he has to stay focused. He needs an address, coordinates, a clue - anything that will get him closer to (Y/N). “Just- please,” he pleads with the woman, ignoring the alpha, who still doesn’t remove his hand from this woman’s hip.

Slowly, she nods, then turns to face the alpha. “It’s okay,” she says softly. She grips the doorknob in her hand and, over her shoulder, tells Steve to stay where he is. He’s sure his scent mixing with her alpha’s will cause problems if he comes in, so he takes her word and tries not to tell himself that he’s a fool for trusting another one of Viper’s girls.

He knows that, really, Viper is the one behind all of this. He doesn’t know to what end, but he knows that these girls probably all came from desperate places. No one that isn’t intentionally Hydra gets into the hitman business without a good, hard reason.

When she comes back, she shuts the door behind her and hands him a small slip of paper. “That’s the only way I know to find Ophelia,” she says, one hand still on the doorknob. “Just know that, if you’re going looking for her, I wouldn’t come back here. Maybe ever.”

He can see the seriousness in her eyes. He nods, breathes out a harsh, “Thank you,” before heading back downstairs. He pauses on (Y/N)’s floor and tries to decide if he should barge into her apartment, at least to grab some of her things if she should need them, but ultimately decides against it. She’s not here, and he has a lot of things to say to her before he goes and makes the situation potentially more dangerous for them both.

He’s not stupid enough to try to find them on his own. Like, maybe he could be, but he’s been level headed enough already. Why stop now? Especially as Tony, Nat, Sam, and Clint all agree that he should wait until they have more information, can secure backup.

Steve hates that he has to sleep before he can find her. He doubts he’ll sleep through the night, basically hopes someone finds something in the middle of the darkness so they can get moving already. But he decides to make the most of his time, in any way he can.

For the first time in a month, he opens his mind to her. Calls out her name, shuts his eyes as tight as they go, and waits for an answer.

And waits. And waits.

He’s just about ready to give up, to pull himself out of sleep and take a long, hot shower. Maybe a cold one, just to punish himself.

But then he hears her voice, gently calling him, too. He hears his name, then, “P-please, don’t l-leave.”

He clings to whatever he can, calls out for her again as if that might bring her closer. He has no real clue how this works, beyond what she’s already told him.

The image of her face comes into focus. She looks a little worn, a little too exhausted for his liking. She’s sweaty, and as he examines her, he can see there’s a tiny cut above one of her eyebrows. She’s in a dark room, eyes shut, legs pulled all the way up to her chest. Her head’s resting on a window, but he can’t tell what she’s sitting on or where she actually is.

He sits in front of her, reaches out and has to stop himself from touching her. He doesn’t deserve to touch her, not after what he’s done. “(Y/N),” he says softly.

She opens her eyes, which are red and dull. His whole body pulses as he shakes his head.

“What happened?” he asks, even though he’s pretty sure he can put the pieces together himself. If Ophelia actually does have her, then the answer is staring him right in the face. So he shakes his head and says, “Nevermind. (Y/N), please. I’m so sorry - I promise I’ll make everything better but I just need you to tell me where you are.”

“Don’t come for me, Steve,” she says. “She’ll kill you.”

Again, he shakes his head. “(Y/N), no, listen to me.” He hates how demanding he sounds, knows he doesn’t deserve to take that tone, either. “I need to find you. Please.”

“You don’t.” She slowly raises an arm, puts a hand on his shoulder so lightly he barely even feels it, and pushes. “Don’t come.”

And he falls back into the bleak darkness of his own room.

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mtvswatches · 6 years ago

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Wynnona Earp 1x01 Purgatory

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Stray thoughts

1) I thought I should preface this by saying that I have literally no idea what this show is about. I had some idea about the basic premise of Jane the Virgin, but Wynnona Earp? Nothing, nada. I do know that there are some F/F ships, but that’s about it. I have no idea what the show is about. Is it sci-fi? Mystery? Drama? Is it set in the past, the present or the future? Is Wynnona Earp a character or a place, or something else? I truly don’t know! But a lot of you suggested I should watch this show, so here I am, ready to find out!

2) So I’m guessing this is Wynonna…

And she has some kind of history in this town, obviously.

I wonder whose funeral she’s attending…

3) This was some intense flashback…

A lot of information but nothing is spelled out. There were at least three sisters – I’m guessing – and their dad. One of the sisters mentions their mom, but I’m guessing she was already dead. And who are the bad guys and why are they attacking this family?

4) If someone from the area tells you not to go outside, and you even call her “smart” because of it, then why on earth do you not listen?! I’m sure she could’ve held it for two more minutes.

5) Yes, lady, this is what you get for saying “hello” to the roaring beast and taking a stroll in this creepy ass forest instead of running back to the bus.

6) Okay, I’m into this. (sorry, lady, but you kind of had it coming.)

7) Yes, super into this, but I have so many questions! Was the creepy birthday ringtone kind of like a trigger? Because she started kicking some serious ass the minute she heard it. And what about the creature? Why did it look like a man at times and like a beast at others?

8) So is this like a western supernatural show? Well, I wasn’t expecting that.

9) Why doesn’t she want anyone knowing who she is? Is she some sort of fugitive or is it because of her history in the town? And is the town literally a purgatory? I mean, those creatures in the forest seemed like they belonged in hell, not in purgatory. I have so many questions, sorry!

10) Who are Gus and Curtis to Wynnona? They don’t seem to be family, for some reason. And it seems Wynonna suspects he didn’t die of a stroke.

11) I was about to go on a rant about this…

SHERIFF: Runaway? Whore? Who knows what kind of trouble this girl got herself into?

DEPUTY DOLLS: Spoken like a man who finds a lot of dead girls. And you've had three of 'em in the past six months.

…but thankfully someone shut him up.

12) There’s an actual saloon in this town, it seems time stood still in Purgatory. Makes sense.

13) Wynonna delivers a line to give us some background information about her…

Two stints in juvie, a summer riding with the Banditos, and I'm still wanted for questioning in the Bleaker case.

…and I have more questions than answers. Why was she in juvie? Who are the Banditos? (which, btw, I’m guessing is “Bandidos” – Spanish for “bandits” – misspelled) And what is the Bleaker case?

14) Okay, so Curtis was Wynonna’s uncle. Got it.

15) So, she’s been called insane, cursed, and a freak. I wonder what special qualities she has that make these small-town dumbasses describe her like that.

16) OMG, I love this girl already!

But why is Wynonna’s sister dating this douchebag?

17) This is the dude that Wynonna fought in the forest, right?

18) WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!

19) So there is a curse, and there is a magic gun that Wynonna’s ancestor used against these creatures or whatever.

20) Damn, this girl really has a chip on her shoulder!

21) So is Dolls a Mulder?

22) What happens to the Earps when they turn 27? Why is she spooked? I’m sorry, this must be a crappy recap because all I keep doing is asking questions! Oh, oh, is that when the powers kick in? Is that why she started kicking ass the second she turned 27?

23) So the house has been uninhabited since the night of the fire. And we finally get a little more backstory:

They say Wyatt took down 77 outlaws with this gun.

And all those outlaws are resurrecting as revenants coming for us.

They won't rest until they gain freedom from their earthly prison.

You'll stop them, Daddy!

You'll get 'em.

Willa is the eldest, the next Earp heir destined to inherit Wyatt's abilities. Because the only thing that can put these demons down again is you.

I really couldn’t tell who each of the girls is supposed to be, but apparently, there was an older sister, Willa, who was supposed to be the next “chosen one” to defeat the demons but she was taken and, I’m guessing, killed.. It seems it’s Wynonna’s turn, now.

24) So Wynonna has been diagnosed with a mental health disease because of her speaking out about the demons. Reminds me of Buffy.

25) So the Deputy is trying to recruit Wynonna. And Willa is most definitely dead.

26) Wait, did Wynonna shoot her own father?

27) Who the fuck was crawling out of the well?

28) I’m really liking the tension between the sisters because I understand where each of them is coming from. Wynonna carries a lot of guilt because of how she accidentally shot her dad, and Waverly wants revenge and to break the curse, probably so that both her and Wynonna can be safe and free.

29) So this is the guy that was crawling out of the well…

He’s definitely hiding something.

30) “Sometimes life chooses for us.” I’m guessing this will have relevance when it comes to Wynonna’s own destiny.

31) Is there going to be a fucking duel?

They took Waverly. You'll fix this. He said, "Tomorrow high noon.”

32) Yep, Dolls is a Mulder. He knows about the fucking demons.

33) Is Waverly going to be the “put Willow in danger” girl? I hope not. I mean, it works, but I hope that as a character she’s not reduced to the damsel in distress.

34) Okay, more backstory, thank you…

You see, when the Earp heir turns 27, those of us killed by the last one, well, we resurrect. A little more demonic than the time before, but, one way or the other, we all end up in Purgatory.

35) Okay, but he said they killed Curtis to lure her back, but she turned 27 when she was already back in town, so that means they couldn’t have come back and killed Curtis before then? Plot hole? Or am I missing something?

36) “Nobody shoots my family but me.”

37) I guess he’s going to hell now.

38) So Dolls did help after all.

39) Oh, this was some steamy shit…

40) So, the guy that crawled out of the well and met Wynonna at the bar is a revenant, but he’s helping her out. Could he be an Earp that was killed by another Earp? Listen, I don’t know who he is but he’s hot af.

41) Okay, I’m really interested to see where this show goes. We have a female hero who can kick ass, there’s this “curse” and the demons who walk on earth and are stuck on Purgatory – literally, there’s this cool sister/sister dynamic, and the government is involved in actively fighting the demons. And the modern-day western setting, let’s not forget that. I’ve never been a fan of Westerns, that’s a very American thing and well, I’m not American, but I think I may actually enjoy this.

I do have a lot of questions. There’s been a lot of action and very little exposition, which sometimes is a necessary evil. But it seems the writers have taken the “show, don’t tell” route, which I appreciate. So I guess we’ll get more details as the season progresses. Hopefully.

42) Hope you enjoyed my recap, and, as usual, if you’ve got this far, thank you for reading! If you enjoy my recaps and my blog, please consider supporting it on ko-fi.Thanks!

#Wynonna Earp #Waverly Earp #Melanie Scrofano #Tim Rozon #Dominique Provost Chalkley #MTVSwatches #WE recap #WE 1x01 #mine

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theoldestsoultrilogy · 6 years ago

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First and foremost, it saddens and sickens me to hear that yet another Hollywood child star has died. The world woke up to the shocking news this morning that, according to about 20 billion articles online which all contain a freakishly consistent uniformity,

“Cameron Boyce, best known for his roles in a number of Disney Channel films and television shows, has tragically passed away at the age of 20. According to Boyce’s family, the young actor, dancer and singer passed in his sleep after suffering a seizure, the result of an ongoing medical condition.”

This young, absolutely adorable, freckle-faced boy at the beginning of his life is now gone. For good. How are we to make sense of this utterly tragic news? But, what if I told you, like with most if not all child star deaths, all is not what it seems.

What if you knew there was more to the story? A lot more.

It took me less than 20 minutes of digging to connect Cameron Boyce to shady charities involved in child slavery, pedophiles and predators, and dicey elites like Richard Branson. All while the evil overlords at Google seem to have begun dramatically ratcheting up their control of the flow of information. These draconian measures seem to have increased in the past week, which was not a good one for squeaky clean, allegedly family friendly Disney.

https://twitter.com/Tiff_FitzHenry/status/1145017021794529281

Disney megastar Bella Thorne revealed that she was being molested from the time she was 6-14, AND EVERYONE AROUND HER KNEW, AND NO ONE DID ANYTHING.

I want you to think about that for a moment. Let it sink in. Who could or would allow the sexual abuse of a 6 year old to go on? Why might they do this?

Once you begin to allow yourself to mull these horrific questions, and mull them we must, you’ll start to find the timing of Cameron Boyce’s sudden death particularly odd. Are other Disney child stars, with stories like Bella’s to tell, becoming emboldened? Had Cameron experienced similar things? Did those closest to him turn a blind eye? How plausible is it that a person who’s been famous for 11 years dies suddenly of a supposed health condition that’s serious enough to take the life of a perfectly healthy-seeming 20 year old and yet this mystery condition has never been mentioned before? Not anywhere that I can find at least.

Today I just want to present you with 10 relevant facts you likely may not know about Cameron Boyce his career and the people who surrounded him, but as always I want you to draw your own conclusions, think for yourself, and feel free to share your thoughts with me on Twitter.

Start here: Cameron’s IMDB. It is extensive and includes not only a long list of Disney shows and films such as Jessie, Shake It Up, Good Luck Charlie, and the recent Descendants, but also Grown-Ups and Grown-Ups 2, a new TV series called Paradise City (a spin-off of the very obscure and not successful 2017 film American Satan) cause, obviously.

As well as films such as Mirror and Eagle Eye which Cameron starred in alongside fellow former Disney kid Shia LeBeouf

and Cory Booker’s reluctant “girlfriend” Rosario Dawson, whom an inside source has shared with me has no say in the situation whatsoever. A virtual slave.

https://twitter.com/Tiff_FitzHenry/status/1144082428551712768

Alright, here we go.

1. SOCIAL MEDIA DEATH HOAX IN 2017

When you start to understand more deeply that the information that reaches you is being shaped and molded in order to shape and mold YOU, and that celebrity influence is owned and controlled for the very same reason, you’ll begin to look at things like “leaked nudes” and even “death hoax’s and rumors” a little differently. You’ll start to consider that perhaps these are tools used to influence the influencers, to modify behavior when they’re off message, or stray from their instructed course. Here Cameron Boyce and his Descendants co-star Dove Cameron joking about the ‘death hoax.’

But can you imagine anything more traumatizing than seeing headlines tearing across the internet announcing your own death to the world? Consider the possibility that things like fear, humiliation, and loss of control are used to keep celebrities in line. Consider the possibility that this was a veiled threat.

Case in point, the front page headline on Snapchat the very next day after the recent bombshell Bella Thorne interview [posted above] went viral.

The humiliating ‘story’ was snagged from a random Instagram post back in 2016, but it just happened to be front page news the day that articles in major outlets were carrying the story of the revelations from her recent interview.

For the record, Bella herself retweeted the video of her interview from my original tweet. Kinda makes you think, right?

2. MEET KENNY ORTEGA

Friends, if you haven’t heard the name Kenny Ortega, I guarantee that you soon will. He is an A-list Hollywood Choreographer and Director whose #MeToo moment is rumored to be decades overdue. He is the Director of Cameron Boyce’s most recent Disney project, the Descendants (parts 1, 2 and 3) where he played the fictional son of Cruella De Vil.

With a long list of impressive credits including everything from Disney’s Newsies, and the mega-hit High School Musical franchise to Dirty Dancing, and Pretty in Pink, as well as a distinguished run directing iconic music videos and live tours for the likes of Gloria Estefan and Michael Jackson, Kenny Ortega is the Hollywood equivalent of a mafia ‘made man.’ As if to prove it, which the cult loves to publicly do, Netflix (cough cough the C.I.A.) just entered into a very lucrative multi-year overall deal with Ortega, announced April 9th 2019.

So, how does one become a ‘made-man’ in Hollywood?

There are several ways, all of which involve selling your soul.

One way is to appear as the key witness in the $40 million dollar wrongful death lawsuit brought by Michael Jackson’s mother and three children, and lobby on behalf of concert promoter AEG.

‘He wasn’t being very responsible!’ This Is It producer Kenny Ortega testifies Michael Jackson and Conrad Murray were to blame for untimely death

What’s the big deal anyway? Ortega’s longtime ‘friend’ and admitted ‘greatest inspiration’ is already dead, Dr. Murray is in prison and everyone who profited the most off MJ rode off into the proverbial sunset. Zero accountability. Suffice it to say, Kenny Ortega is on Paris Jackson’s very telling shit list, right next to Oprah and David Geffen.

3. CRAZY DAYS AND NIGHTS

Another way to get on the inside of the Hollywood Prison Pyramid is to be a compromised and or compromise-able person (depending on what level you’re at.)

You see, Hollywood might look like it’s about movies and TV shows and acting and stuff, but it’s really just about something called “controlled influence.” It’s about owning and controlling all those who are ‘given’ the platform to influence YOU. In order to get that platform you have to be ‘willing to do anything.’ Even as a screenwriter with several hot projects, I was instructed to say these very words. Words which I was told, in no uncertain terms by my high powered agent, that the head executives at places like ABC (Disney) were waiting to hear me say. Yeah, let that sink in.

And, think about it, isn’t it easier to own people who routinely do things that could put them in jail if anyone ever found out? This is why sick degenerate behavior is rampant amongst the influential. They’re not only enabled to get away with it (see Bill Cosby, Harvey Weinstein, Matt Lauer, Louis C.K., James Gunn, Brett Ratner, Les Moonves, etc.,) criminal behavior is encouraged! Yes, Hollywood and Washington are a cesspool by design! Neat, right? 🙄

It’s my opinion that the death is referring to Cameron, the ‘director’ is Kenny Ortega, and the franchise is High School Musical or the Descendants, where underage actors and actresses were and are being ‘turned out’ — all as a part of this cesspool system. When it comes to the children, it’s the parents who sell their soul on their behalf.

There’s a long list of Creepy Kenny Ortega stuff to dig up, the latest clip wigging people out is his handsy way with Cameron Boyce’s Descendants co-star Dove Cameron.

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Moving on.

4. THE KENNY ORTEGA JEFF BEZOS CONNECTION

As if you needed one more reason to claw and hiss at Kenny Ortega should you ever encounter him, he’s been involved with C.I.A. Amazon Jeff Bezo’s now ex-wife’s ‘anti-bullying’ organization, Bystander Revolution, which she founded in 2014 for whatever dumbass reason.

No seriously I bet this foundation is really changing the world you guys (she said SUPER sarcastically)

5. ORTEGA, EISNER, SANDLER OH MY!

You can learn a lot by who says what, and when. The very first ‘public figures to address Boyce’s death on social media this morning was Kenny Ortega, followed by Disney CEO Michael Eisner, and quickly thereafter by Adam Sandler. Sandler wrote, starred in and produced Grown-Ups and Grown-Ups 2; Cameron Boyce appears in both.

To the keen observer, this little tweet parade felt extremely coordinated, intentional and quite frankly pre-planned.

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My Love, Light and Prayers go out to Cameron and his Family. Cameron brought Love, Laughter and Compassion with him everyday I was in his presence. His talent, immeasurable. His kindness and generosity, overflowing. It has been an indescribable honor and pleasure to know and work with him. I will see you again in all things loving and beautiful my friend. I will search the stars for your light. Rest In Peace Cam. You will always be My Forever Boy! 💔

A post shared by Kenny Ortega (@kennyortegablog) on Jul 6, 2019 at 7:42pm PDT

“My forever boy.” Yeah, that’s not creepy at all. Ortega later clarified that this was a Peter Pan reference, which makes it even worse if you understand the pedophile troupes in Peter Pan.

https://twitter.com/RobertIger/status/1147858501021995008

https://twitter.com/AdamSandler/status/1147859788794961921

Nice picture Adam, real subtle. Don’t worry, you’re ‘signal’ has been sent and received.

Adam is being such a good cabal puppet these days ya’ll.

Here you see he’s being rewarded:

Netflix reveals 30M accounts viewed Adam Sandler-led ‘Murder Mystery’

At a time when box office is limping along like the terminally wounded wildebeest it is, allegedly this film would have CRUSHED opening weekend, had it been released at the box office of course, which it wasn’t. I guess we’ll just have to take Netflix’s word for it since they (somehow) get to keep all their data to themselves for whatever as yet explained or justified reason! 👍

Now that I think about it, there’s someone else who does that too. They’re really powerful and super secretive, who is that again? Oh that’s right, it’s the C.I.A.! (Netflix is the C.I.A.)

I’m sure the fact that Murder Mystery was filmed at cabal kingpin George Clooney’s favorite lake in Italy where weird high brow art/child trafficking things go down, and written by an actual fucking Vanderbilt has nothing to do with anything.

I’m sure all that’s random. It’s not like there’s this handful of psychopathic elite bloodline families feasting on the blood of children who’ve held humanity hostage for generations or whatever.

Alright, onward internet friends. As you may have noticed, there are thousands of images of Cameron Boyce online. You have to really search to find this one where he’s got two fingers framing his left eye and covering his mouth, as if he’s been silenced by some group (hint: see above paragraph).

Well done, Adam. Good thinking choosing this picture to post alongside your tribute. This might even get you an Emmy nomination. You see, Adam isn’t bloodline, so he has to do stuff like this to keep his cult membership in good standings.

Note another very recent sudden celebrity death. This is Mac Miller’s final Instagram photo, which posted just hours before his death by ‘accidental overdose.’

Well would you look at that, 2 fingers framing his left eye, and his mouth covered. Almost as if it’s a sign to others not to speak out or they’ll whack you

Here’s the final Instagram picture Cameron “allegedly” posted of himself, also just hours before his death. There’s that left eyes again. Hmmmm.

6. CREEPY JOE BIDEN

Cameron introduced former Vice President Joe Biden at his Biden Courage Awards back in March. Today, Biden tweeted his condolences.

https://twitter.com/JoeBiden/status/1147991178689810437

I think we can all agree that children and Joe Biden don’t mix.

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6. HE RECENTLY FIRED HIS AGENT OVER SEX ASSAULT CHARGES

After Stranger Things child star Finn Wolfhard fired APA agent Tyler Grasham over sexual abuse allegations which came to light, Cameron, who was also represented by Grasham, fired him the same week.

However, in predictable Pedowood fashion, the LA prosecutor won’t prosecute the felony rape charges from multiple accusers. Now it looks like he’s escaped criminal charges altogether, and Hollywood is even looking at rehiring him in a talent agent capacity.

At this point, there’s no disputing that Hollywood protects pedophiles. The question you should be asking yourself is, why?

7. RECENTLY DISCUSSED THE DARK DAYS

“For about a year of my life, if I didn’t have to leave my house, I wouldn’t,” he said in a recent interview of his darkest period. “It was a bad way of dealing with fame, but it’s a scary feeling to know that everybody is looking at you all the time.” Cameron has learned to cope with it, though, and is adamant that he’ll use his platform of over 7 million Instagram followers for good. He’s started working with a charity called The Thirst Project, and is spreading the word about the group’s push to bring clean water to millions around the world who desperately need it.”

8. THE THIRST PROJECT / WE CHARITY

It appears that Cameron Boyce was involved with two separate but equally suspicious charities (side note: charities are just slush funds for rich people).

The Thirst Project’s list of partners includes the notoriously dicey Clinton Charities among multiple Hollywood studios. By its own admission they appear to be all about water but in reality focus most heavily on tailoring curriculum to influence political activism in school children in the United States (which is what the very powerful are most focused on right now).

Similarly, WE Charity, formerly known as Free The Children, is “an international development charity and youth empowerment movement founded in 1995 by human rights advocates Marc and Craig Kielburger. The organization implements development programs in Asia, Africa and Latin America, focusing on education, water, health, food and economic opportunity. It also runs domestic programming for young people in Canada, the U.S. and U.K., promoting service learning and active citizenship.”

So, the same thing.

This link is a must read eye-opening article about the 2 brothers who started We Charities – The Cult of Kielburger

We Charity – connected to child slavery

We Charity is connected to Unilever, Microsoft

We Charity – connected to Richard Branson. The brothers co-authored a book with Holly Branson, daughter of Richard Branson. Richard and Holly also produced the docu-series Shameless Idealist with the We Charity founders.

I am certain there is much more to be unearthed down the rabbit hole of these two charitable foundations/elite slush funds. For Cameron’s part there’s a good chance he was either unaware of the corruption or if he was aware, involvement was not his choice but a decision that was made for him.

Side note, Necker Island (Branson’s) is about thirty five miles from Epstein’s island.

You know Jeffrey Epstein who was arrested Saturday and being arraigned as we speak for running an international child sex trafficking operation to entice, entrap and ensnare elites particularly in Hollywood, DC and the UK, in order for even more powerful people to control their influence. His indictment was unsealed at 9am this morning.

Is it all connected?

9. HOLLYWOOD GAY MAFIA

Michael Ovitz, once President of Disney and founder of Hollywood mega agency CAA, who was run out of town, famously said that Hollywood is run by a cabal led by Dreamworks co-founder David Geffen which Ovitz described as the “gay mafia.”

Here’s a little deep dive on Geffen/Oprah

In addition to Geffen, the list he rattled off of this “gay mafia” included The New York Times Hollywood correspondent Bernie Weinraub, Disney Chairman (and former employer) Michael Eisner; Bryan Lourd, Kevin Huvane, and Richard Lovett, partners at CAA, Universal Studios president Ronald Meyer (Ovitz’s former partner at CAA); and Barry Diller.

In regard to Cameron, I can’t help but think twice about the very first episode of Disney show Jessie, his break out role. For a good portion of the episode, he’s in his underwear.

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It is no secret that young boys are systemically abused in Hollywood, but how deep does all this really go?

10. DEBBY RYAN

Cameron’s Jessie co-star Debby Ryan started her career on Barney and Friends

Alongside future Disney starlets Selina Gomez

And Demi Lovato

If you remember, the actor who played Barney was arrested for selling child pornography of children as young as 10.

After that, Debby Ryan had a stint on the Disney show Suite Life on Deck for which Disney hired Brian Peck to work as dialogue coach with the kids, after he’d been to jail for child molestation and was a registered sex offender.

Yes, you heard that right.

Disney hired a convicted child sex predator and registered sex offender to work on their children’s show. Did I mention he was hired specifically to work with children?

Brian Peck remains a registered sex offender to this day and was still being employed by Hollywood as recently as 2016.

Ryan was also featured on The Jonas Brother’s, Wizards of Waverly Place and Hannah Montana before getting her big break and a starring role in her own Disney Channel show, Jessie.

We’ve all watched the personal issues Gomez, Lovato and Debby Ryan have had over the years. It’s time we understand what we’re looking at, a system I call The Prison Pyramid.

Conclusion

I hope you’ll dig further into all these data points and start to connect all the dots that need connecting. Cameron Boyce’s death strikes at the heart of why I’m building a new Hollywood.

Love and Light to all.

In Unconditional Love,

Tiffany

Cameron Boyce, Pedowood, and The Disney Death Machine First and foremost, it saddens and sickens me to hear that yet another Hollywood child star has died.

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queensparklekitten · 6 years ago

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So I imagined this last night at midnight, with myself as the protagonist, and expanded on it today. Now you imagine it, with yourself as the protagonist.

You’ve just returned from a battle against evil forces, vicious creatures trained for evil, and you’re too exhausted to talk or walk properly. You try to grasp what just happened, but your mind is like a glitching computer with static and lag and all your thoughts appearing half-loaded and scrambled with other things.

You had nearly been killed. You were collapsed on the ground, there was blood and your vision was blurring, everything hurt and the strongest enemy in that fight was going to kill you for good, and then...

You had done something. You aren’t sure what happened now but you HAD done something, something you didn’t understand or know how to replicate, and back then you somehow knew how to do it, there was some sort of glow, you don’t know from what, and the enemy had... had it retreated? Or been taken out?

You can’t remember what happened after that. That was when everyone around you had started freaking out, and you collapsed on the ground from exhaustion and strain and injury.

That was when your mind started glitching. It’s been a while since then and it hasn’t stopped. You don’t know how you got this far or what is going on, but you seem to be at the decided headquarters with your allies and friends.

You lie there on the nearest soft surface and wait. You try not to think, and you end up zoning out, with no thoughts or awareness of your surroundings. When you zone back in, you don’t know if it’s been a minute or days, but your mind is clearer. You can tell what’s going on.

You are at the headquarters, in one of the rooms near the back. Your dress is ripped and your supplies are nowhere in sight from where you are. You’re still in pain, but you can ignore it. It’s probably from how much damage you took.

You sit up and see people. You know a lot of them, but there’s a few you don’t. You try to hear their conversation, and you can pick up on some of what they’re saying. You soon realize they’re talking about you.

“But she’s only 14! It shouldn’t have started this early” ... “can’t let this happen now” ... “Did you see how badly she got hurt? She can’t go out there again” ... “tries to do anything too soon she’ll die” ... “She might die anyways, look at her condition” ... “no way we can just” ... “I know, we’re not doing that” ... “have to find a way to ensure she” ...

You try to get up but the pain you’re in suddenly amplifies to an unbearable level, and you collapse back down. After a minute, it dulls enough that you can ignore it and concentrate on other things again. Then you look in the other direction and notice the open spell book. Wait... are you on some sort of magical life support?

Some people arrive. Mostly other teen girls like you, but also a couple adults, and several boys, including your boyfriend.

He walks right up to you and sits down next to you, and you two start to talk.

“What is going on? What happened when we were fighting?”

“Do I look like I have a clue?”

“I heard some people talking about me, saying there’s something going on that shouldn’t have happened now- wait did that have anything to do with the- hey, where’s the others?”

Your boyfriend takes your hand but doesn’t try to help you up. “You’re barely alive. The adults know more about this than I do, and they said this is the safest option. I love you. This is for your own good.”

You keep looking up at him. He’s so hot. You love what he’s done with his hair, and he looks so amazing in that shirt...

You’re temporarily distracted when you hear the ending of a spell, being said by one of the adults, who you hadn’t noticed. You’d question it, but your pain is going away, and your boyfriend is holding your hand and smiling at you. You could stay there forever. The last thing you see is his face before everything goes dark and you fall into a deep sleep.

#spur of the moment writing #yeah so i did kind of imagine myself as a protagonist with some sort of secret powers she doesn't understand and also a hot boyfriend #who hasn't imagined something like that?

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Umbrella ea hau e kae? (Where is your umbrella?) Much Ado At Initiation Ceremony

The first time I made a friend in my training village, the opening conversation, half in English and half in Sesotho went something like this:

Me: Hello ausi (sister). How you are you?

Local Girl: I am fine, how are you?

M: I’m great! What is your name?

LG: Tshidi Kheleku

Me: Ohhh **(tries hard to hear the name right and so I can repeat it during future interactions. ** Well, I am ausi Bonolo.

T: Yes, I know … where are you going?

M: I am going to Maputsoe to go shopping.

T: With whom?

M: Baithaopi.

T: It’s hot. Ausi Bonolo, where is your umbrella? Why do you not have it?

M: I don’t have an umbrella.

T: Would you like one for 15 Rand?

M: No thanks, I am fine. I must go or I will miss the taxi into town. Bye-Bye Ausi.

T: Bye-Bye ausi Bonolo.

And thus, began a good acquaintanceship and the beginning of a never-ending train of people wanting to know 1) where I am going and 2) why I don’t have my umbrella.

Now that I have settled into by village in Botha-Bothe, the question is constant. Those who know me, ask me in English. Those who don’t know me, or who don’t speak as much English, ask me in Sesotho. I am well versed in answering in either language that no, I don’t have an umbrella and no, I don’t need to borrow one. Because of the hot summers here in Lesotho, many Basotho don’t go anywhere without some kind of wide-brimmed head covering/hat or an umbrella. Some, women especially, have both. As an American who enjoys the sun, even if it beats too hot on my head, I used to find the concept of hats and umbrellas to be superfluous. I’m darker-skinned and don’t usually experience the negatives of sunburns. I like to sweat and fell the sun-beating down on me, signs that I am alive and living through a second consecutive summer. But for many that I encounter, my behavior seems to be absurd. People shake their heads at the laughable black girl heading down the street for an hour walk with absolutely no protection from the sun. Women laugh and try to give or sell me theirs. I always refuse. The umbrella isn’t my style.

However, on the 14th of January, I took up a woman on her offer, to pretty dissatisfactory results. On the morning of the 14th, I agreed to go with a co-teacher to an initiation school ceremony. Initiation school, also known as circumcision school, lasts from mid-July to mid-January. During this time, the boys undergo traditional rites of passages and emerge, culturally speaking, men. The first three months are spent in the village until the warmth of late spring/early summer leads them into the mountains. In addition to becoming circumcised by traditional doctors, they learn a myriad of skills deemed to be important for becoming a strong Basotho male. At the ceremony, I had the privilege to ask the traditional doctor questions with the help of my co-teacher as translator. He spoke of how the men learn skills such as sewing, hunting, and tasks related to physical strength. Through the usage of traditional medicine, the men are not only strengthened but sanctified. Basotho are thought to have been protected during times of Civil War and international wars due to their men being trained and protected by the traditional doctors. War is seen more about which doctor was the best at spiritually protecting and strengthening his men. The ceremony in January is their homecoming ceremony, where the boys-turned-men return to their villages with their new skills and knowledge in tow.

I, of course, knew nothing about this before heading to the ceremony. My counterpart just kept asking me if I wanted to go to the ceremony at the next big village area since I had missed the local one due to miscommunication. What the ceremony entailed and who it was about was a mystery to me revealed only on the long walk towards the taxi/van areas. Of course, the first thing upon meeting me on the main road that my co-teacher asked me was “Why did you not bring an umbrella?” I laughed because 5 minutes prior, my host-mother had asked me the same thing when I went to let her know where I was headed. And the co-teacher’s daughter had asked me the same thing 3 minutes prior when she came to let me know that her father was waiting for me on the main road. To both of the females, I had simply replied that I did not have an umbrella and that where I come from, I am not accustomed to using an umbrella, not even when it is raining. However, my co-worker was more concerned. He was like “why did you not ask your host mother to borrow you one?” I laughed, reiterated that I am not accustomed to umbrellas and prefer the heat of the sun, even on hot days.

I thought the matter was solved, but when I arrived some time later to the ceremony grounds, it was clear that it was not. One of the traditional doctor’s wives (he has two) let me sit next to her. She fed me motoho, a sour (citrusy) porridge served at occasions such as this. Then she immediately instructed one of her friends to loan/give me an umbrella. Unsure of how to refuse politely in Sesotho and not wanting to appear rude by assuming she spoke English (she does), I took the umbrella and thanked her. I knew she was being generous and sharing, the only thing to do in the situation as a Basotho.

Because I was not a man who had paid a fee to take picture of the event, I will try to describe what I saw. Before me was a tent, in which about 20 young men were sitting on the floor, in red patterned blankets. They were facing a crowd of men, who I was later told were those who had already completed initiation school. The women and kids were sitting off the left, a little south of the tent. Behind the tent was a section that was supposed to be filled by boys who had not yet attending initiation school. But since it was early in the day and not many were attending the ceremony yet, a few women and girls were sitting there as well. The open-tented area was surrounded by sticks covered in red colored medicine at the tips. I later learned that the sticks were there as protection for the ceremony. Anyone inside would be protected from any evil spirts or ill-wishing. Only those currently finishing initiation school were typically allowed to dwell in the center, while everyone else sat outside the boundaries of the sticks, except during the time when the entered to present gifts. At the front of the covering where the initiation school attendees were sitting was one male standing at the front, leading the singing. The ceremony most consists of boys-turned-me being announced to the crowd. That particular man then stands up and leads the whole group in singing. He may sing for as long as he wants. The length of singing sometimes depends on the number of gifts being brought up while he is singing. Gifts are brought to the left corner of the tent where one of the teachers blesses it before giving it to another teacher who collects and organizes the gifts. The blessing is done by taking the tail of a cow and dipping it into a bucket holding traditional medicine prepared by the traditional doctor. The water is then dripped/sprinkled from the cow’s tail onto the gift. This protects the gift so that even if it had evil spirits meant to do the boy-turned-man harm, the boy would be protected. Then, and only then, will the teacher pick up the gift and present it to the initiated. The gifts were a myriad of things. The idea is to present whatever you have to give in support to the initiated. My co-teacher joked that I could even lay down my eye-glasses. The gifts are given to the family of the male, so laying down something like glasses would only work if I was supporting someone in my own family. Once I was allowed to move closer, I saw so many types of gifts being given:

· Thin brightly colored plastic bracelets

· Mardi-gra like-beaded necklaces

· Safety-pins

· Matches

· Maluti coins (Maluti is the local currency)

· Thick warm blankets ( Both the kind worn around Basotho during cooler

weather and the kind you would use for your bedding only.)

· Bandana-like cloths

· Towels/mini-blankets decorated with tiny mirrors, beads, and the like

· Sun-caps

· Winter caps and hats

· Walking staffs

· And one time, a cell phone battery

From the comfort of the shade provided by my borrowed umbrella in the women’s seating section, I watched only the tail-end of a young man singing before the group took a break to use the bathroom and rest.

View from the women’s seating. The beauty of the event is spoiled by my poor camera quality and picture taking skills.

During the break, however, my co-teacher called for me. He wanted me to sit within the circle, at the front side of the tent. There, I would have a better view and would be allowed to talk with the traditional doctor who had lead this year’s initiation 6-month initiation school and had prepared the blessing-medicine. At first, I was reluctant. I was being treated as a special guest that I was, but I was also a female and the type of special guest whose outward appearance did not separate her from local Basotho. I’m not accustomed to being treated as a special visitor, especially not an American and I felt weird being seated in a position where most people are not allowed. But I knew that my co-teacher wanted me to have the best experience and his connection to powerful people in the initiation school community allowed him to ask for a special seat for me.

As I gathered my things to relocate, I tried to hand the woman back her (bright red) umbrella. She insistently shook her head and the doctor’s wife told me that I should take it with me. To her, it was an embarrassment to have the guest seated in the special place just outside the shade of the tent without any sort of protection from the sun. I took the umbrella with me, with every intention of not using it. But when I got there, my co-worker and the doctor insisted I use it. For the first hour, I simply asked questions and took notes. Eventually the doctor left to sit at his original seat because where we were sitting was unshaded and hot. Sitting so close to the ceremony, I was able to hear the songs of the young men clearly, although I could not understand most of them. My co-worker informed me of some of the songs meanings. Some were songs of tragedy that sometimes happen in the mountains. Some were songs of jubilation from good experiences in the mountains. One paid homage to the local priest, mixing traditional faith with newer faiths. One song was specifically about having bad, ominous dreams where the young man reports of seeing the dead fathers (forefathers?) in his dream. There are so many traditional songs to be sung that I did not hear many repeated.

From my closer seat, I got to see the participants clearer and got to see their individualized outfits. In addition to the gifts received during their time to sing, each young man was adorned in various clothing accessories that they had learned to make on their own during initiation school. Some young men were wearing winter knit hats with plumes on the top. Others were wear leather or cloth satchels. A few were wearing handmade cloths pinned to their blankets. The teachers wore more elaborate outfits. They wore well-made crotchet hats and satchels. One wore an outfit made entirely out of glued or woven together beads in addition to the beaded necklaces like the ones given to the newly initiated men. The teacher in charge of collecting gifts wore a standard tank-top but his shorts were fashioned from red cloth decorated elaborately with designs from safety pins. A teacher sitting on the side, who was in charge of crowd control and announcing the young men was shirtless but draped in beads and memorabilia made from commonly used materials. The teacher blessing the gifts was wear plain clothes with the exception of his handmade hat. All teachers were the gumboots worn by shepherds and men working in the fields. All men involved in the ceremony were covered in a reddish-brown paint the same color of the medicine on the protective boundary sticks. This was to signify their completion of initiation school as well as the spiritual protection that such completion implied.

My closer view gave me the chance to ask question, actually hear the songs, and otherwise better experience the on-goings of the ceremony. However, it also placed me in the same spotlight as the initiates themselves. Behind me were all of the bo-mme, or women, who were either mothers, grandmothers, aunts, cousins, sisters or even teachers of the young initiates. Some most likely had to see past me in order to see the initiates they supported. Directly in front of me was the growing crowd of men who had already completed initiation school. Their long stares were many until one of the more accomplished and well-known boys began to sing a song that they all loved and appreciated. To the right of me were the initiates themselves and their teachers. They were largely unaware of my presence and paid me no mind.

I had come to the ceremony under the impression that I was going to come for an hour or two and then head back to my village. As time passed—one hour, two hours, three hours, three point five hours—it became clear to me that the teacher accompanying me intended for me to experience the entire ceremony. My discomfort grew. The umbrella was heavy and while it provided shade, it also provided increased temperature underneath it. As I am not accustomed to holding umbrellas all day, I had the urge to simply close it. However, my fellow teacher was counting on it for his shade as well and it seemed rude to discard the thoughtful gift of the local woman.

As my discomfort grew so did the discomfort of the men directly in-front of me. As new men joined the crowd later in the day and more alcohol flowed, it became clear that some were not aware of my reason for sitting so close to initiation group. After around the 4-hour mark, (around 2:30pm), a man who had been wandering around came up to me and told me I had to put down my umbrella. When I asked why, he said that it was blocking the view of the women behind me. I attempted to place the umbrella on the ground, but my fellow teacher (who was on the phone at that time) simply grabbed it from me and restored it to its original position. His reasoning, told to me after hanging up the phone, was that if the women had a problem seeing, they would not be shy and would come to me directly. He chalked it up to the inebriation of the man and left it at that. But it was not a matter to be left alone. After another 15 to 20 minutes, a different man tried to ask one of the initiation teachers to instruct me to put down my umbrella. He ignored them of course.

This time my fellow teacher got more involved. He got up and went to the men, explain to them that I was a special guest here to learn about Basotho culture and they were not to disturb me. He informed me that the umbrella was just an excuse. The real complaint was that they wanted me to move someplace else. It appeared that due to my complexion and attire, the men thought I was a local woman who had broken time honored seating arrangements. Women were not supposed to sit where I was sitting, especially when even men like them could not sit so close to the ceremony. Although my fellow teacher was not forthcoming with further explanations, I wondered briefly if their problem was with my gender as a whole, or the combination of my gender and complexion. If I had looked more obviously foreign, would they have accepted my presence as a visitor more readily? Or would my status as a female still have caused problems? Either way, I longed to place down my umbrella as to not give anyone an excuse to complain.

To my relief, the ceremony soon took a break. The initiates stood up together and walked off towards the rightmost hill. It was “lunch time”, although it was already past 3pm. To my surprise, my fellow teacher informed me that I would be following in the direction of the crowd of initiates. We had been invited to the local doctor’s house to eat with his family. I gratefully closed my umbrella, put it in my bag, and followed the crowd of men. After a short walk, we reached another hill with two houses on it. Outside the first house were all of those performing in the initiation ceremony. This house turned out to be the first house of the doctors. He had two families, with his second wife living in the lowermost house.

We journeyed even higher up towards the second house, the one housing his first wife and family. There I was seated under an awning of sorts with all of the elder men from the ceremony. The doctor was there as well. They all sat on small seats with a giant bucket of papa (local food staple, made of maize meal) and another giant bucket of beef. I, being a female and honored guest, was given a separate plate from which to eat. It too was laden with papa and beef. I whispered to my fellow teacher in panic that I couldn’t possibly eat so much food. His response was that it was okay. The family would be happy that I accepted and ate their food, regardless of the amount I actually ate.

My plate of papa (a stable of Basotho diet) made this time with yellow maize meal and nama ea khoho, beef. This is after I made an honest attempt to eat as much as possible! I gave the plate back like this! :(

The meal was short. Everyone ate quickly, and spoke seldom. What was spoken was in Sesotho. The doctor made sure to ask my co-teacher to let me know that they were so happy that I was here and that I should tell everyone I knew about the importance of this ceremony. I was to tell people about the great culture of Basotho.

After the meal, the doctor’s wife called me to her and lead me back to the ceremony, which had just resumed. As we walked, she introduced me to one of her daughters, a young girl who would be attending my primary school. We chatted a little in English, though it was clear that she was shy and just beginning to learn the language.

Back at the ceremony, I was faced with the dilemma of where to sit. Without my co-teacher next to me, I did not feel confident enough to sit back in my original seat. Plus, I wanted to sit near the doctor’s wife and ask her a few questions in English. So, I sat on the ground with the women. The umbrella, so kindly gifted to me, remained in my backpack.

The rest of the ceremony was lovely. More people had joined the audience now that it was evening time and it was becoming cooler outside. As time went on, the gifts became more extravagant, mostly because the son of the doctor and a family member of the local chief were the next two initiates to sing. The doctor’s son received at least 6 blankets and sang for over an hour to much crowd appreciation.

When it started to get dark, I walked to the road, caught the next available taxi/van, and quietly slipped home. On my seat on the ground I left behind my new umbrella.

#howiseepc lesotho

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Chapter 2 is done! I hope you guys like it!

For the next month you practice with everything you got on the violin that you received from you father before he passed away. Your father was once quite famous for playing the violin and well respected in the classical community as a master in the art. So when you decided to pick up the instrument and take after your fathers foot steps, you could feel overwhelming support from people who knew your dad but also judgement to see if you could meet his standards. Everyday you made sure to hit every note cleanly and sharp for each Metallica song wanting to show not only the haters that you could pull this off but to also show Metallica itself just how much you understood their music and to show them that you can play their music even if its not on some big crunchy guitar. You feel nervous before walking into the recording session with the symphony as this was your first time really doing something this massive with a organisation this big. Waving at a few of the sound crew, you walk on stage you and notice Eric sitting next to his cello stretching his fingers out and slowly wander over to him.

”Hey Y/N. Today is the big day. Ready to blow these Metallica guys out of the water with our awesome classical skills?” ”They won’t know what hit em.” You grin. ”Atta girl.” Suddenly Eric looks over at where the older members are sitting and motions you to come in closer. ”The old ducks aren’t taking it to well though.” Your eyebrow lifts up. “The main crone-” He motions to Catherine “Has been complaining non stop for the past 10 minutes.” Eric’s voice then becomes very high, mimicking her “Ohh my fingers. How are we meant to play this-” He picks up the music sheets with two fingers and makes a disgusted face. “-when this evil band is pushing my arthritis to my limits! Ohh and my ears! Their music is too loud!” You try not to laugh and shake your head as Eric throws his hands up dramatically and pretends to faint. ”Stop it you!” You hiss. “They have been here a lot longer than us and you’ll get us in trouble with them, then all of sudden we will be out of the union!” ”Oh my” He covers his mouth “What ever will we do without our 10 minute piss breaks every 5 minutes” ”If you can hold your urine in for more than 2 hours while playing this type of music Mr. Parker, I will have to applaud you.” You spin around to see Kamen standing there with a smile on his face and can hear Eric suddenly sitting up a little straighter behind you. ”Oh sorry sir. We were just jesting.” You turn to look at him and see him slightly embarrassed. That was one thing about Eric, when you two first met he was so shy he could hardly spit out a few sentences here and there. It wasn’t until you ran into each other one night while going to a local music scene that he started to open up. Well it also helped that he was drunk out of his mind and you let him crash at your house that night, that’s beside the point, now Eric wouldn’t shut up when around you but you didn’t mind since he always knew how to make you laugh and feel good, as well it was good to have a friend in the orchestra.

”It’s alright, Eric was it?” Eric quickly nods. ” I understand for you two this will be your first time performing one of my pieces.” ”Sure is.” You said with a grin on your face. “And we get to play with Metallica first up, so I’m double excited.” Kamen laughs and sits down in the seat in front of you guys. ”I’m happy that your so eustatic for this Y/N.” Looking around he leans in a little.

“To be reasonable you might be the only one, besides myself of course.” You are a little taken back by that.

”What no one liking the music you made?”

”Not that they dislike it”

Eric coughs “Crones”

Kamen glances at him then lowers his voice a little more “It’s just a bit more intense from what they are use to.”

You nod. I mean you understood why, Metallica’s songs weren’t the easiest to perform and even you yourself was finding some of the time patterns hard to keep up with in a few of their songs at the start.

”But it will be good for the older ones I do believe, give them something fun and jolting to play than just the usual long boring notes.”

”Oh god you do have hospital cover here don’t you?” Eric suddenly blubbers out. Kamen and you look at him questionably. “You know they are old. Some of them might -” Eric suddenly mimics choking and passing out in his chair. Putting your hand on your face you can’t help but laugh and is surprised to hear Kamen laughing as well.

”We will make sure to keep some paramedics around on site on the nights of the performance Mr.Parker.”

“Just looking out for your liability sir.” Eric very seriously whispers back, which makes Kamen laugh again. Kamen then glances down at your violin in your hand.

”I must say I was a bit surprised to see your name on the symphony list, Y/N. I know your father was well respect in these parts and I’m honoured to have you on our team as well.” You nod back at Kamen, not really wanting to bring up your father since it made you even more on edge.

”Thank you. It took a little while to get here but I am happy to be on this amazing team of musicians.”

”Ahh you will do splendidly I know of it.” Eric pats your arm in reassurance, he also knew how much it bothered you when people started comparing both your father and yourself.

”Well.” Kamen stands and looks around. “Seems like everyone is almost here. Lets have some fun with this hey guys?”

Looking back at Eric a wicked grin appears on your face.

”Lets do this”

3 hours and a lot of sweat later. You sit in your chair stretching out your now sore and very red fingers. ”Here.” Eric walking back from the kitchen tosses you a cold bottle of water which you quickly skull down.

“So what you think, reckon we are going to blow them out of the water?”

”Eric.” You look him right in the eyes. “They won’t know what hit them.”He starts to laugh and collapses down in the seat next to you.

”Your going to have to carry me and my cello out of here ok.” He puts his head on your shoulder and yawns.

”You used your arms not your legs dummy.”

”Yes well, I’m still very tired and want to be carried out of here by a pretty lady like in that movie..”

“An officer and a lady? and it was the Officer that carried the girl”

”Yeah that one.” Ignoring your remark he yawns again.

”I get to wear the Officer suit though yeah?”

”Of course and we will put my cello in the dress.”

”Deal” You chuckle. The past 3 hours had been hard and there had been a few times where everyone had to stop and redo a song cause someone broke a sting or couldn’t keep up with the faster pace songs but Kamen was very understanding which made the whole experience go a lot smoothly. Even the old croons had a smile on their face by the end of it all which amused you.

”Hey.” Eric snaps you out of your thoughts

”Yeah?”

”Who’s Kamen talking to over there?” Eric points out towards the crowd seats. You squint and finally locate Kamen standing and talking to a shorter gentlemen. He was wearing a white long sleeved T-shirt and dark jeans and kept running his fingers through his short dark hair, nodding and making some wild animated motions with his hands.

”Is he wearing sunglasses inside as well? Who is this guy?” You could hear the eyeroll in Eric’s voice.

Why does he look so… Suddenly he pushed his sunglasses to the top of his head and you couldn’t help but gasp.

”What?” Eric now sitting up straight looks at you and then back the the man. “Y/N. Don’t go gasping like that! Who the heck is it?”

”I…Its..” You can’t believe it! What was he doing here? Suddenly feeling like a fish out of water, you take Erics half drank water and skull that down too before speaking again.

”It’s Lars!” You hiss at Eric, leaning waay over the the side of your chair to get a better look at the drummer.

”Lars?” Eric looks back at him. “Lars..lars..” He mutters “Oh! OH! The drummer yeah?” You can feel your head bounce up and down profusely. He’s here! Lars fucking Ulrich! You could walk down and shake his hand and tell him how much his band means to you and how in love with all of them you are and how much you wanted to marry all of them when you were 14. Whoa wait. Get a grip Y/N. Don’t want to come off as a bat shit crazy fan.

”Hellllo world to Y/N” Eric was shaking you lightly. You blink a few times and glance back Eric.

”Hmm?”

”I don’t want to alarm you or anything but uhh -” He nods towards a now walking Kamen and Lars. Walking towards Eric. And you. A slight squeek escapes your lips as they get closer and closer.. No. No. No. NO. I’M NOT READY FOR THIS. I HAD A WHOLE THING OF HOW I WAS GOING TO MEET THEM! I’M ALL SWEATY AND GROSS, MY HAIR IS DEFINFETLY OUT OF PLACE AND I’M NOT WEARING MAKE-UP. THIS CAN’T BE HAPPENING RIGHT NOW!

”….introduce to two of our youngest members in the Symphony.” Kamen grins as Lars and him stop infront of you. Seeing Lars now up close you can feel yourself start to blush. Photos do no justice for the Danish drummer and you cant help but stare at him. He glances at you and his eyes linger for a few extra seconds before going back to Eric. “This is Eric Parker, apart of our Cello group-” Lars quickly cuts in.

”Cello? If you like this type of music you should definitely listen to this Finnish group called Apocalyptica. They do some amazing stuff with Cello’s” Grinning he shakes Eric’s hand.

”I’ll keep that in mind.” Eric shyly smiles.

”And here this here is Y/N, one of our fastest and brightest Violin players.” You blush a little more at that statement, not liking the attention on yourself. Lars looks at you with more interest.

”Well then, we know the woman to call then if we need to add some more classical stuff to our songs.” He suddenly puts on a charming smile. “It will also make the band a hell of a lot prettier as well, if I knew back in high school that there was hot Violin players in music class I wouldn’t of skipped it so often.” Winking at you, he extends his hand for you to shake. Blushing profusely now you shake it, hoping to god your hand wasn’t super clammy and he wouldn’t be disgusted by it.

”Lars was saying how much he liked the performance” Kamen looked at us with a smile. You could see the relief in his face and just realised about how much this would of taken a toll on him to make, it wasn’t just hard on the symphony players but on the conductor as well.

”Liked? LIKED?” Lars shot his hands up. “I LOVED IT! Kamen you knocked this one of of the park” Running his hand through his hair he shook his head. “I can’t believe you made our crazy songs into something so gracious and beautiful! I mean-” He walks over and picks up one of the music sheets sitting on a stand. “-Seeing all of this and hearing it as well! If you told 20 year old me that we would be doing this type of stuff I would of laughed at you.” You can’t help but grin like a fool at the excitement in Lars voice, he was like a little Kid who just received a giant Christmas gift and it was spilling not only on to you but everyone around as well. Suddenly you can hear a ringing noise coming from Lars direction. ”Ah shit. Can you guys excuse me for a moment I need to take this.” You watch as Lars walks off, talking animatedly into the phone. Wow that T-Shirt fits him really well. You can’t help but admire his back muscles as the appear and disappear from under his shirt as he throws his hand around. I wouldn’t mind putting some claw marks in that. You shake your head at the thought and see Eric giving you a questionable look. ”…I TOLD THEM TO PUSH IT BACK! …… YES, OK, FINE! Give me an hour.” You can see him hang up his phone and walk back to where you guys where. ”Sorry Kamen, I’ve got a interview to rush off to.” Lars sighs putting his sunglasses back on.

”That’s alright Lars. Now that the recording is done I’ll get my sound guys to meet up with your guys and get the mixing of it under way. I’ll be dropping by in the next week as well to get everything started with you guys.”

”Sounds like a plan Kamen. It was nice to meet you Eric.” He shakes his hand again then turns to you with a smile. ”Same with you Y/N. You will have to show me how fast you can play that violin one day. I would love to see you and James keep up with each other.”

”If he can keep up, sure.” Your smile grows wider when you hear Lars laugh.

”That sounds like a challenge. I’ll make sure to relay it back to him.”

”I’ll walk you out Lars. See you two later ok?” Kamen nods towards us.

You both nod and watch as Lars says his final goodbyes to a few other people.

“Wow did that just happen?” You look at Eric excitedly, you just met one of the members of Metallica and didn’t pass out.

”Well it was going to happen at some point and who knew that drummer boy would take a shining to Violin girl.” You look at him befuddled. “What? It was clear he was hitting on you girl!” You stand shaking your head.

”Your crazy Eric, he was just being nice.”

”Yeah right. The way he was looking at you he was thinking other nice things about you woman.”

“He’s a married man!”

”Just because he’s tied down, doesn’t mean he can’t window shop.”

You snort at that statement and proceed to grab your things. Following you out to your car Eric suddenly stops you.

”Hey, You know I was only joking back there right?” Sighing, you nod. “Good. Anyway if any of these Metallcats were to fall for you, they will need to get through me first cause I ain’t letting my main guurl go.”

You bring Eric into a tight hug. What did I do to deserve this guy?

”Ain’t going any where Mr.Parker.” You muffle into his chest.

”Damn straight your not. Well actually you should go somewhere-” Taking a step back with his arms extended onto your shoulders he scrunches up his nose. “-It’s called a Bathroom, has this magical thing called a shower-” You attempt to swipe at him but he holds you back.. Both laughing you say your goodbyes and you jump into your car. Resting your head back on the car seat you think about the rest of the night. A good shower, greasy take-away food and then a date. With my bed. Smiling at the day you had, you can’t wait for the next few weeks to hurry up just so you can see Lars again and meet the other members. As you leave the parking lot you throw on a Metallica CD and sing your heart out all the way home.

#mywriting #little longer than the last one #newbie writer right here #long post

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ladydragonhawke · 6 years ago

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The Lesser of Two Evils

Season 15 fanfic starting exactly at the ending of Season 14.

For anyone who would like to have an easier reading experience here’s the link to the story

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20647562/chapters/49766807

SPOILERS FOR SEASON 14

CHAPTER 6/8 WIP

Summary: Rowena tries to pry some answers from Sterling, literally. And there's a plan to take on Dick Roman. But will it go the way they think it will? I made them utilize something that I think should've been used in the show.

Chapter 6: Beyond the Fall of Beauty

Sterling was watching Dick Roman on his private jet as it was about to land in Chicago when she realized it was morning and the humans closest to her would likely wonder if she fell back into her coma. As she “woke up” she opened her eyes to an empty room, light was streaming from the gaps below and above the door. She glanced over at the clock that was silently ticking on her nightstand. 9:30 a.m. A decent hour to wake up she figured. She got up and almost opened the door to leave but realized she was still wearing the same clothes Alex had given her yesterday. She flicked her wrist and the clothes instantly changed into a different combination that she saw lying on the desk. Once she felt it was sufficient enough she opened her door with a creak and entered the brightly lit hallway.

Giggling and mild annoyance sounds from the kitchen were bouncing off the walls in a flurry of noise. Sterling focused for a second. Dean, Jack, Castiel, and Claire were in the kitchen. Sam was in the war room on his laptop, likely doing some research. Jody and Donna were in the garage checking on the door leading out. Alex and Rowena were in the Infirmary casually talking about the current situation outside and of course Sterling.

Taking a deep breath, she decided to pay Sam a visit, he was one of the two that needed convincing still. Apparently, Rowena texted him last night about their exchange, but he remained unconvinced. This one was going to be a tough cookie. As she began wandering down the hallway toward the war room she paid those in the kitchen a quick visit as well as to try this coffee that Sam was thinking about. She’d grab him a cup while there.

“Morning.” Sterling grumbled sleepily as she grasped an empty mug.

“Ah, morning there sleeping beauty. Glad to see you awake and up.” Dean announced as he placed a plate of eggs and bacon on the counter in front of him. “Get it while it’s hot.”

“Sorry I’m not much of a breakfast eater. Coffee is fine for me, thank you though.” Sterling gripped her mug letting the heat seep through her hands, it was mildly comforting.

“Hey, no problem. More bacon for me.” Dean chuckled as he glanced at Claire who was now looking at him with annoyance.

“Really Dean? You boob.” She turned her head back to her plate with a small stack of bacon left on it. She was savoring every strip as if it were her last.

“I’m not the boob.” He mumbled. “Hey if you’re heading toward the war room, could you bring Sam, a cup of coffee for me?” Dean gestured with his head at the coffee machine and gave her a smirk. She could tell he was putting on an act, inside he wanted to scream and cry about Dick Roman and the leviathans that were currently running amok. She gathered that Dean was a bit worried for Sam as he didn’t get his breakfast this morning and only turned on the coffee maker without actually making a cup.

“Want me to bring a plate to him?” Sterling asked as she filled another mug with coffee.

“No.” He looked down at the last batch of bacon he was cooking for breakfast. “He’s kinda like you in the morning, just coffee.” He lied.

“Ah, gotcha. Right, well. Thanks for the offer, I’ll let him know kitchen is still open if he wants something.” She said as she began leaving.

“Thanks.” Dean called out as she rounded the corner and was gone from sight.

As she entered the war room Sam was sleepily staring at his laptop, the bright screen lit up his face with a blue glow making him seem transfixed by the words and images he was scrolling up. His mind was an utter mess, thoughts of worry for Dean, the worry for the public as leviathans had no need to limit themselves this time and could go all out. His thoughts had no breaks between them, leaving hardly any room for him to pause and take a deep breath to allow himself to center himself in the moment. Sterling was tempted to make the laptop short out to give him a break but knew he would only spiral further downward. She settled on simply sitting in a chair next to him but far enough away not to let him take notice of her yet. She placed his cup of coffee near him and sat back in her chair sipping contently on her own cup. She could see why humans liked it so much, the bitterness along with a bit of flash of energy it gave was invigorating.

She watched as he scrolled down multiple news pages and different forum cites that allowed people to voice concerns, information, and speculation on many different subjects. But he was focused on anything Dick Roman related. Sterling took a quick second to check on his location, his plane had landed and was being taxied to a specific gate. She returned to find Sam still scrolling through another Dick Roman post that was leading nowhere. Then as the aroma of fresh coffee reached his tired mind, he absentmindedly grasped his cup of coffee and gingerly took a sip. Then after a moment of realizing he hadn’t brought a cup his eyes widened as he looked around then beside him at the slouching Sterling still nursing her cup of coffee.

“Morning there sunshine.” She chuckled.

“Eh, morning. When did you…” he started.

“Just a minute ago, you seemed so focused I didn’t want to bother you.” She giggled. His mind was flashing between embarrassment and slight worry of being alone with a possible non-human.

“Well, um… Thanks, for the coffee.” Sam stammered as he closed a few tabs on his laptop.

“Dean’s idea. I just wanted to check up and see where we’re at on finding Dick.” She sat up a bit in her chair as the surface of her coffee neared the bottom of her cup.

“Ah, well. Right now, I’m searching for any information on him, checking flags of movement like…” He moved a few windows to bring up an air traffic controller log. “His private jet left L.A. last night around midnight and he’s bound for Chicago. And…” He paused as a new line showed up below the one about departure. “He’s arrived. He arrived at the Chicago airport just now. So now I need to keep tabs on surveillance footage and police scanners…” he stopped realizing who he was talking to.

“Don’t worry I’m medically discharged from the military. And I’ve seen some real shit now, I’m in on whatever you guys are doing.” She looked him in the eyes. “If you go down, hell I’m going with you.”

“What did you used to do in the military?” Sam asked, now thoroughly into their conversation, fear and slight distrust still lingering a bit in his mind.

“Special operations, assassinations, insurgency stuff… stuff I’d normally have to kill you if I told you.” She chuckled. “But that all seems like child’s play compared to what you guys deal with.”

“No kidding.” Sam smirked, and his suspicion was slowly dissipating. “Our father used to be in the military.”

“No shit?! What branch?” She set down her now empty cup on the table.

“Marine, he was a Corporal.” He smirked. Sterling sensed love, loss, but also hope.

“Ah, a fighter. I see where you boys got your strength from.” She gave him a gentle tap on his elbow.

He chuckled a bit, “Our mom was a hunter, did the things we do now. She was quite the fighter herself.”

“A family that doesn’t quit. That’s a strong family if I’ve ever seen one. Better than…” She caught herself. “No, don’t go there. Not yet.” Sam caught her expression of discomfort and sought to distract her.

“Ah, it’s ok. You don’t need to go into detail with me.” He clicked a few icons on the screen to open up new windows. They were small surveillance cameras all around the Chicago airport. He was flitting between one area and another searching for Dick Roman while keeping his periphery on Sterling. She was looking with him at all the windows on the screen, but she was gazing at them with hollow eyes.

“Look!” he gasped as he pointed to a small window on his screen. It displayed Dick Roman exiting the ramp from his plane into the main portion of the airport. People were staring and some were scurrying to vacate the area as fast as possible. Sterling’s eyes lit up at the sight of him, but with rage. Sam clicked a small icon in the corner of that particular window to expand the size of it to get a better visual. Dick Roman was chatting with a very nervous looking gate attendant as he waited for his entourage to accompany him. As several men and women in black suits and ties joined him, he left the shaking gate attendant to walk out into the main portion of the airport.

“Where are you heading?” Sam questioned aloud. Sterling wanted to dive into Dick Roman’s mind but felt that could take a good few minutes and she wasn’t sure if it would alert him to her presence. She decided to just go with the human route of dealing with this.

Dick and his groupies were traveling toward the exit of the airport, when a small group of people who looked armed and shielded by a layer of Kevlar, stood in the entranceway aiming the ends of their guns at the group of leviathans with Dick in the center.

“Oh no. No!” Sterling nearly shouted. Sam gripped the arms of his chair as he waited for the inevitable.

The men began firing, the flashes of the muzzles flickered on the screen as the group of leviathans stood solidly in place as if they weren’t being shot at. After they finished emptying a full clip into them, they began reloading, but were interrupted by three large leviathan men taking them and eating them whole. Leaving two left kneeling on the floor with their arms raised above their heads. Sterling wanted to consciously be there to be able to hear all that was being said. But knew it would leave her looking a bit strange to Sam who was between wanting to watch to see what would happen while dreading what he knew was coming.

Dick then approached the two men left and seemed to ask or say something to both of them. The mouths were not visible so Sterling wasn’t able to see what they may have said but judging by the lack of concern on Dick’s face she took it as something that was beneath him. He waved his hand as he turned around, as he did so two of the large men holding them ate them leaving only blood splatters on the floor. Dick looked around the airport at the cowering people around him and seemed to laugh as he waltzed out of the airport. Sam was furiously clicking boxes and cameras to keep up with him. There would be fewer cameras outside the airport, but he wanted to see if he could get a direction Dick may be going in. Sam was so focused on his task he didn’t notice Sterling was standing and watching him work the computer with eyes that were fit to explode the screen. He was watching Dick get into an awaiting limo when the limo seemed to deflate, and its sides began caving in on itself.

“What the hell?” Sam exclaimed as he tried to get a closer look at what was happening.

Sterling snapped out of her rage realizing what had happened. She watched the screen as Dick was pulled quickly from the limo with a face of utter shock and confusion. He shook himself from his henchmen’s grip and stood in front of his mangled limo studying every inch he could see. His men were trying to get him into another limo that was most likely previously going to be used as a decoy before the true one was crushed like an empty can of beer. Dick straightened his clothes, eyeing the distorted limo one last time before succumbing to his guards’ peas to get into the other vehicle. As soon as his body was fully inside the belly of the new limo it took off at a high speed out of the many airports exits.

Sterling shook her head of the realization she had just caused something to happen unintentionally. “What just happened?” she asked Sam who hadn’t taken a moment to look at her and was still transfixed on the crushed limo.

“I have no idea. It looked like the limo was crushed by something.” He was flitting through cameras again trying to find Dick’s remaining limo while leaving the crushed limo image open in a corner so he could keep an eye on it. “But which direction did he go?” As he clicked from camera to camera, he was becoming frantic as he could not find Dick’s limo.

“There!” Sterling announced pointing at a small box with a limo streaking from one corner to another as it traveled toward the interstate.

“He’s going west. I’ve got the plates. I’ll send out some stuff to some people I know in the area. Thanks...” He glanced up to see Sterling white-knuckled gripping the back of the chair she was previously sitting in, her face nearly flushed of all color as she seemed like she was in pain. “You alright?” Sam started to rise to assist her in case she passed out.

“I’m fine. Keep track of him, that bastard won’t get away with this.” Teeth gritted she pushed the chair in swiftly and stormed off towards the infirmary. Sam watched her as she left and for a moment, even he was scared of her. He continued watching the cameras until he couldn’t find the limo anymore and went back to the camera that still had the mangled limo in its view. The front portion of it was untouched but starting from the midsection it looked as if it had been crushed externally. The back was almost entirely crushed, if any normal human had been in there, they would have died.

Sterling stumbled into the hallway leaning her back against a wall to regain her senses a bit. “Well that was uncalled for.” She thought as she took a few moments to ground herself as the stabbing shooting pain through her body subsided, enough. “At least I can do that much so far…”

The echo of faint footsteps was growing louder as Sterling pushed off the wall and straightened herself as if she hadn’t just tumbled out of a crazy situation. Dean rounded a corner at a lumbering pace carrying two full plates of food and a cup of coffee.

“Whoop, you okay there?” Dean called out pausing for only a moment as Sterling waved his concerns away with a smile.

“All good. You should definitely check up on your brother.” She gestured with a wave and a slightly dipping smile. “I’d give you the 411 but I think it’s best if you saw it for yourself.”

“What happened?” Dean was now picking up his pace a bit and was nearly on top of Sterling.

“Oh, you’ll see. Have you seen Alex and Rowena?” She started down the way he came as he turned slightly to gesture with an elbow.

“Infirmary.”

“Thanks.” Sterling began hoofing it toward the Infirmary, she needed to be ‘cleared’ for whatever was coming next, and judging by what she saw, it wasn’t going to be pretty.

As she passed the doorway into the Infirmary Rowena and Alex were sitting across from each other on opposite empty beds. Linens stark white compared to the scene Sterling last remembered the room being in. Rowena raised her head from behind Alex with a bright smile.

“G’morning Sterling. How’d you sleep?”

“Well enough, how about you ladies?”

“Perfectly fine.” Rowena lied with a smile.

“Not as well as I’d hoped.” Alex mumbled as she turned slowly to face Sterling. Her face was a touch pale and she had dark circles under her eyes.

“Thinking about yesterday?” Sterling prodded as she took a seat on the other side of the same bed as Alex.

Alex nodded while yawning and wiping sleep from her eye, Sterling guessed she’d gotten maybe two hours.

“Why don’t you go back to bed? I don’t think anything will happen today.”

“You don’t know these boys well enough yet.” Rowena chuckled. Alex gave a snickering snort at that.

“Not yet, but I made it clear I’m willing to assist in whatever way they need. Now that…” she stopped, thinking back to what just happened in the other room. “Look I want to help, Dean said I had to be cleared by you two before I can do anything. Well?” She raised her arms expectantly.

“No sense prolonging the inevitable. Alex will do the physical, I’ll do the metaphysical.” Rowena straightened out the creases and folds in her dress as she stood. Alex sleepily stood slowly from her resting spot on the bed.

“And then you go back to bed.” Sterling joked.

“I may take you up on that.” She yawned. “Now go over there and strip.” She stretched while pointing to a partition that provided privacy for undressing.

“I’ll wait here.” Rowena announced.

Without fuss Sterling walked briskly over and began disrobing as Alex lumbered her way over to her.

“Ready?”

“Yep, come on in.”

Alex stopped as she came within full view of Sterling standing stark naked and noticed something was quite off with what she was seeing.

“Huh, Rowena never said anything about the scar being fixed. Turn around for me.” Alex stepped closer and grabbed a nearby stool so that she could better inspect the region where the wound was previously. As Sterling spun all the way around to face her once more Alex wiped her eyes furiously with her fingers trying to dislodge any sleep that may have obstructed her vision. The horrid large scar that was previously gone returned in the same location, occupying the same amount of space, and displaying the same distorted color as what she remembered.

“I must be way more tired than I thought.” She jokingly mumbled.

She snapped on some blue rubber gloves and began exploring the skin surrounding the scar, it had hardened up and was not as elastic anymore. There were no more signs of pus, bleeding, or tenderness judging by the lack of reaction from Sterling from her prodding.

“Can you bend over and touch your toes?” Alex asked as she scooted back a bit to give Sterling some room. Sterling performed the desired task making Alex display a contented smile. “Does it pinch or sting at all when you do that?”

“Nope.”

“Awesome. Alright, twist your body at the waist for me.”

Sterling twisted in both directions a few times, letting Alex see that movement was not an issue.

“Perfect, how about crouching down to pick up that tray and giving it to me?” She pointed to a tray resting on the lowest shelf of a cart near them. Sterling squatted, grabbed the tray and stood handing the tray to Alex with no issue. Alex took the tray from Sterling while giving a contented smile.

“Alright you can get dressed now, I think I’ve seen all I need to. I’m going to let Rowena know you’re cleared on my end.” She hauled herself from the stool and left Sterling to get dressed. On the other side of the partition Rowena was leaning on the footrest of a bed with her arms crossed in front of her.

“Well?” she asked expectantly.

“All good on my end.” Alex yawned.

“We’ll see how she handles me then.” Rowena smirked.

“Go easy on her, she just woke up yesterday. I think she may be pushing herself too hard.” Alex started to take a seat on the nearest bed but was stopped by Rowena’s hand.

“It’s not her I’m worried about.”

Alex looked quizzically into her eyes but before she could pry into that statement with any questions Sterling came around the other side of the partition and was already halfway to them.

“I’m worried about a certain someone who needs to get herself back to bed.” Rowena guided Alex toward the exit.

“You sure you don’t need me here?” Alex asked now a bit shaken.

“I’ll be perfectly fine dear, you head off to bed. We’ll catch up later.” She gave Alex a wink as she began giving her attention to Sterling.

“Alright then, that was a thing.” Alex muttered as she stumbled out of the Infirmary.

Sterling stood with her arms crossed as she awaited Rowena’s orders.

“Alright love, have a lie down right here.” Rowena removed the top cover and sheets of a bed nearest her, as she did Sterling was studying her and trying to gauge what this next part entails. Surprisingly she wasn’t able to gather much, as it seemed Rowena placed a few blockades within her. “Clever girl.” Sterling stepped closer to the bed before she realized there was a circle drawn on the floor under the bed, it was clearly done in UV reactive paint. After taking a split moment to study it with her minds eye. “Really clever girl… let’s see how this plays out.” As soon as she laid in the bed Rowena flicked off the lights on the wall behind her and flipped on a UV light at her feet pointed directly at the circle below.

“We having a rave now?” Sterling joked, to which Rowena gave a stern look. “Don’t gotta be so sour about it…”

“I’m going to ask you some questions, and you’re going to answer them truthfully. Understand?” Rowena stood over Sterling with her arms raised above her midsection.

“What’s going on?” Sterling asked seeming befuddled.

“I’m the one asking the questions got it?” her growl was coming across rather strong, so she took a breath to straighten herself before getting to the meat of what was bothering her.

“What are you?”

“I’m human.”

“That can’t be true…” she took a moment to glance at her circle job, everything was correct and in order. “Who are you really?”

“My name is Sterling, I am an ex-operative for the US government in where I carried out secret missions.”

“Where are you from?”

“I’m originally from Texas, though I have moved around a lot due to my profession.”

“What is your purpose here?” her frustrations were mounting higher and higher with each question.

“To serve to the best of my ability.”

“Do you have any kin?” anger was starting to seep out of her lips with every word.

“Two, but they no longer consider me kin.”

Rowena twitched as she was shocked at this answer.

“You said you no longer have kin when the girls saved you. Why do they not see you as kin?”

“They believed me to be dead, when one found out I was not he became scared of me. He no longer speaks to me.”

“Why do, or did, they believe you to be dead?”

“I had a terminal illness that made me abandon them at a rather young age. I didn’t want them to experience what I was going through.”

“Where are they now?”

“I only know the location of my son, I do not know where my daughter is.”

“Why do you want to help us?”

“I want to repay the kindness shown to me.”

“Do you feel guilty for leaving them… your children?”

“Yes.”

“Do you wish to find them?”

“…yes.”

“Why do you want to find them?”

“I want to make it up to them. To fix what I broke.”

“Do you think helping us will find them?”

“I’m not sure.”

Rowena paused for a moment.

“Why do you really want to help us?”

“I want to repay the kindness shown to me.”

The thing that Rowena didn’t realize is that while the circle was meant to draw out the truth from anyone or anything within, when you’re basically a God this circle doesn’t really work. But Sterling wanted to give her something, like a dog who needed a bone to chew on. She’d give her little bits of truth wrapped in lies, not that she enjoyed lying. Sterling feigned being compelled to answer truthfully, which seemed to work as Rowena was deep in thought on the answers she was receiving. Her arms lowered to her sides as she took in the information Sterling was feeding her.

Sterling glared up at Rowena who was enthralled with curiosity of her. After a few moments Rowena stepped away from the bed and turned off the UV lamp at her feet.

“I think that’s quite enough for now.” She said as she flicked back on the main lights. “Thank you for bearing with me. I just needed to make sure you…”

“I was someone who could be trusted?” Sterling finished as she moved to sit on the edge of the bed. “Next time why don’t you try just asking me questions straight to my face? Rather than whatever the hell that was?” Anger seethed in her words as she rose from the bed staring straight into Rowena’s eyes. Sterling’s glare was strong and never faltered as she stepped within inches of her. “Is there anything else you want to pry from me?”

“N-no. Look…”

“Good.” Sterling hissed as she stormed out of the Infirmary, leaving Rowena stunned in place.

She didn’t mean to get that angry, not like that. Sterling knew she was not actually bound by the circle to answer her and could have told her to fuck off if she wanted. But the line of questions Rowena was asking was bothering her more than she’d like to admit. As Sterling entered the war room again, everyone except Alex and Rowena were in the room. As she stepped in everyone had stopped what they were doing and were looking at her as if she had pissed in the milk that morning.

“Am I interrupting something?” Sterling asked hesitantly. She took a quick peek at the minds in the room, Sam had only showed them the part where Dick Roman had the group of armed humans eaten in public.

“No, sorry… we um.” Sam was standing in front of his laptop. Which was turned toward Jody, Claire, and Donna, who were seated on the opposite side of the table. “We were just talking about the next steps to deal with Dick.”

“And those steps would be?” Sterling asked as she took an empty seat a fair distance from everyone.

“Look.” Sam started. “We appreciate your will to help us. Really, we do. But…”

“But we just don’t know you.” Dean finished. He was standing with his back toward everyone staring at a map of the US. “Plus, you just woke up yesterday from a three week coma.” Dean turned. “Maybe you need to take some time to heal?” he asked as he nodded to the newest addition to the room. “Verdict?”

“She’s been cleared by Alex and I.” Rowena’s voice cracked a touch. Sterling didn’t turn around to look at her but guessed by the way she sounded she was still broken up from how her little séance concluded.

“So, she’s good? Really?” Dean scoffed. More than a bit surprised at the news.

“Yes.”

“Rowena can I talk to you?” Sam walked cautiously to her. “Privately?”

“Of course Sam.”

“We’ll be a moment.” Sam gave Dean a quick smirk that was a sad attempt to cover up his mounting anxiety. They both left the war room toward the kitchen as Dean took a seat in the chair in front of him.

“Well that’s not weird.” He joked. His attention turned back to Sterling. “So, where you from?”

Sam gave a quick glance around the kitchen to make sure no one was around for what was sure to be enlightening news. Rowena sighed at his attempt to make this seem not as weird as it looked, and she snapped her fingers to get his attention.

“We’re alone, Alex went to bed and everyone else is in the war room.”

“Alright, so tell me…” he sat in one of the chairs while motioning Rowena to sit in the opposite one across from him. “How’d it go?”

“Well,” She sighed, she didn’t quite feel ready to relay everything as she was still recovering mentally. “She’s not a demon, angel, or monster of any kind. She’s human as far as I can tell…” she drifted off in thought for a moment before seeing Sam’s impatience starting to bore through her. “She worked for the government doing secret stuff, she has two children, both of which believed her to be dead until her son found out otherwise. He refuses to talk to her. She left them due to a terminal illness when they were still young… what else…” she paused. She was still trying to sort it all out herself when Sam’s impatience got the better of him.

“Are you sure she’s someone she says she is?”

“Yes, I believe so.”

“Is she someone we can trust?”

“Sam, I can’t answer that with just questioning her.”

“Yea I get that but…” Sam expelled some of his anxiety with a sigh. “I still can’t shake that something is up with her.” His clasped hands resting on the surface of the table.

“Sam.” She placed a calming hand on his. “We’ve done every sort of testing we can think of. Besides, I’m not through with her yet.”

“What do you mean?” he loosened the grip on his hands.

“She’s still hiding something… I can feel it. But I just can’t figure out a way to get to it.” She looked off in the distance as if searching for the answer.

“Well you better find a way quick.” Sam sighed releasing his hands and grasping Rowena’s to pull her attention back to him.

“What do you mean by that?”

“Dean and I have a plan, to take care of Dick. Tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow? You can’t be serious. Why tomorrow?” she was starting to panic a bit, everything was moving a little too fast.

“Dick Roman is staying in a hotel that’s only a day’s drive from here. He’s going to be there for only a few days for something news related. I really don’t know why he’s there, but Dean and I can’t pass up this opportunity.”

Rowena stood up suddenly and began pacing a small line in front of the table.

“We have everything we need, the bone, the blood. We just need to do the same thing as last time, and not get caught up in the aftermath, and Dick and his entourage will be forced back into Purgatory.” Sam could see that Rowena was listening but was also thinking over their situation in her head.

“You make it sound so easy but how am I supposed to deal with Sterling while you boys are slaying Dick?” She stopped pacing looking to Sam for a serious answer.

“You’ll find a way; I know you will. Dean wants to take her with us and when we come back you can do whatever you need to do to figure out just who she is.” He paused a moment to breathe, “Rowena, I don’t think she’s human.”

Rowena sat back down in her chair hanging on his every word.

“When she and I were watching the security footage of Dick in the airport, have you seen it yet?”

“No.”

Sam quickly pulled out his phone from his back pocket, “I’ll show you.” He pressed a few buttons and swiped a few things on his phone bringing up the video of Dick Roman facing off against the group of armed civilians. She watched in disgust as he had the others devoured on his way out of the airport. The clip changed locations to the front of the airport to Dick Roman’s awaiting pre-crushed limo.

“She and I were watching everything happening live, and then this happened as he was getting in his limo.”

Rowena glanced at Sam’s face which was starting to lose some color, she looked back at his phone as she watched Dick enter his limo, and as soon as the door shut the limo began crumpling in on itself. She gasped and held the phone closer to her face trying to see as much detail as possible as the limo was being crushed. Dick Roman was pulled hastily out of the limo and the video ended as the crushing ceased. Rowena ran the video back to the beginning of the crushing watching it again and again, trying to see just what might have caused it.

“What are you thinking?” Sam asked after giving her plenty of time to examine the video.

“I can’t find anything linking her to what happened here.” She admitted. “But I can’t find anything to prove that she didn’t have anything to do with it.” She smiled as she set the phone down in front of her. “What was she like when this happened?

“She seemed angry, and shocked.”

“Rightfully so, after watching those poor souls die that way, I can understand that. But what about the crushing?”

Sam crossed his arms in thought, “I don’t know, I wasn’t really paying attention to her at the time. I was more interested in the fact that the limo was being crushed by itself.” He paused. “But she seemed shocked as well.” He pondered a moment trying to rewind his memory to that moment, how she looked. More precisely, how she looked after the fact. “But after…”

“What was she like?”

“She looked sick, or like she was in pain or something. She went all white and walked out angry.”

“That is odd.” She sat back in her chair mulling over everything in her head. “If she’s a witch it would explain that, but she didn’t come across as someone capable of doing that. I’ll have to do some research then while you boys do your excursion. Just…” She looked up at Sam reaching her hands out to him with her palms up as an invitation for him to place his in hers.

“Don’t get yourselves killed.”

Sam accepted her invitation and leaned forward. “We’ll do the best we can. I’ll keep an eye on her as well, if anything out of the ordinary happens…”

“Run. Just run, we don’t know what she’s capable of.” She released her grip and let her arms fall to her sides. “I need a drink.” She sighed.

“Same.” Sam smirked.

She rose quickly and made her way to the liquor cabinet behind Sam. “What time are you heading out?”

“Pretty much as soon as we’re done here.”

She placed a glass already with whiskey in it in front of him. “Then let’s make a toast.” She returned to her seat with her own glass of whiskey, only hers had quite a bit more in it than Sam’s.

“May those bastards return to Purgatory, and you boys make it back in one piece.” She raised her glass.

“I’ll drink to that.” Sam clinked their glasses together as they both downed their drinks in one swallow. Sam and Rowena sat in silence for a few moments, both inspecting the quality of the glasses while trying not to make eye-contact. Rowena was the first to break the silence as she stood up taking his empty glass from him, adding them to the small stack of dirty dishes in the sink. Sam stood up and began to leave the kitchen.

“Sam.” Rowena called, making him pause at the door. “Be careful.”

“I will. See you after.” Sam smiled as he left the kitchen, he was apprehensive about this mission, and it wasn’t because of the leviathans.

As Sam entered the war room, he found Dean, Jody, and Donna packing as many duffel bags as they had on hand, running back and forth from one of the storage cabinets with more than a few weapons missing from its stock. Sterling was seated at the table field stripping guns with such precision it spooked Sam a bit. Dean noticed he had entered the room and made a smirk at him noticing Sterling.

“She’s like a damn machine!” He called as he stuffed some small bottles of Borax in his bag.

“No kidding.” Sam huffed.

Sterling set down a gun she just finished and looked up at Dean, “Got anything else?”

“Nope, you did them all. You could start taking some of the bags to the cars.” He handed her a duffel full of Borax. As she went to grab the bag Sam stepped closer to Dean with a look of slight confusion.

“Cars? I thought it was just going to be us with Jack and Cas on this?”

“It was, until Jody and Donna mentioned the possibility of high security that were not of the leviathan variety.” Dean finished handing the duffel to Sterling who took it and slung it over her shoulder.

“Which car for this?”

“Put it in the Impala, here’s the keys.” Dean tossed her the keys and she deftly caught it in one hand.

“Be back in a flash.” She called as she swiftly took off with her overweight bag to the garage. Dean gave a quick glance to Sam who was watching her leave.

“Now you wanna tell me what all that was about with Rowena?”

“I was just getting updated about Sterling’s condition.”

“And? She seems fine to me.” He turned to grab a few radios from their charging stations.

“She is according to Rowena. So, I was thinking maybe she could help stand guard, nothing too elaborate.”

“Whoa, first you were super against her going and now you’re figuring out things she could do?” He turned from fiddling with the radios to face Sam. “Don’t you remember what happened in the Infirmary? The mess that she made. She’s an asset if anything. You don’t bench one of your best players.”

“You do if you’re still unsure about them in general.” Sam was trying in vain to make a decent point without revealing his anxieties.

“What are you trying to say Sam? That we shouldn’t trust her? I don’t. But someone who is trained like she is, and is willing to help, I’m sorry Sam but I’m not going to bite that hand. So, unless you’ve got something better than a gut feeling I’m all ears.” Dean stood in place with his arms crossed waiting for Sam to deliver him some brilliant revelation.

Sam stuttered a bit running a nervous hand through his hair as he searched for words that wouldn’t make him sound like a worry wort. Just then Sterling entered with jingling keys in hand.

“Next?” she called, seeing that Sam and Dean were having some kind of a spat and knew it was about her. She set the keys down on the table and moved toward another duffel.

“Take that one with the weapons to the Impala as well. Then Jody and Donna should be ready to load up.” Dean directed with his anger slightly dipping into his words as he spoke. He knew Sam was hiding something and wanted him to just come out with it, there wasn’t any time left for all this pussyfooting. Sterling grabbed the duffel closest to her and promptly took off to the garage again. Once they believed she was out of earshot Dean sighed and rubbed the bridge of his bow with his fingers.

“Look, I know something is bothering you about her. I’ll have her ride with Jody and Donna and you’re going to tell me everything.” Dean gave a look only those who have younger siblings would understand, which mostly meant “Don’t fuck around with me.”

Sam nodded, “Yea, yea I think that’s a good idea.”

“Something we should know about?” Jody asked setting a heavy box on the table.

“Not yet, just keep an eye on Sterling on our way there.” Dean nudged Jody with his elbow.

“Oh definitely, I’m worried about the poor girl. Moving this quickly after waking up like that, gotta wonder what she did for a living.”

“Apparently it had something to do with the government.” Sam stated.

“Secret Service or Special Ops?” Jody asked, “Makes sense with how that room turned out.”

“Does it matter? She’s going to be a big help. Jody, you and Donna will have her ride with you. You guys can give her the run-down on how to handle these guys. Think you got that?” Dean handed her a radio to be put in her duffel, she took it without breaking eye-contact with him.

“Please, you think we’re still green about this? Don’t worry Dean, we’ll give her The Talk about these bastards.” She paused a moment. “After we deal with them, I’ll need to get back to my own. My phone’s been exploding since I left.”

“Same here.” Called Donna as she brought over a bag filled with something that sounded like plastic hitting against each other inside. “My guys have been seeing an influx of werewolves and vampires in the last few days. I’m telling ya, it’s like the flood gates have opened.”

“You’re not joking.” Dean half-chuckled as Sterling came back into the room. “We’re ready now. Cas! Jack! We’re heading out! Move your asses!” He called down the hall, which was pointless as Jack and Cas materialized into the room within a blink.

“Ready to move?” Castiel asked.

“Yep, grab that on the way and let’s hit the road people.” Dean called out one last time as he made his way to the garage.

After loading up both vehicles with what they felt was needed and leaving a detailed note for Alex, they took off at max speed to their destination. Sam, against Dean’s constant prodding, was still trying to form the words in his head so that he didn’t sound monumentally insane. Castiel and Jack sat quietly and patiently in the backseat as they were curious about Sam’s predicament with Sterling as well. Neither one of them had the chance to get to know her once she woke up, so seeing Sam a bit flustered about her left them apprehensive. After the first 4 to 5 hours of Sam not really being forward with his thoughts Dean resolved to blast his music and keep in contact with Jody with the radios as to if they needed to stop for gas or pee-breaks. On one of the stops he walked over to Jody as she was filling up her truck and Sterling and Donna were in the shop grabbing a few things.

“So, how’d she take it?” Dean asked while leaning on the backend of her truck.

“Rather well actually. Hey, what’s going on with Sam? Did something happen with him and her that we should know about?”

“I don’t know yet, he hasn’t come out with it yet.” He folded his arms on his chest. “I don’t understand what’s going on with him sometimes. I thought we were past this kind of stuff.”

“Just give him time. I know Sam, he wouldn’t fret over nothing. Just let him get all his ducks in a row.”

“I know Jods… I just…” he stopped as he adjusted his position a touch so that the brake light wasn’t poking him in his kidney. “I just wish he’d be straight with me.”

“He will Dean, just give him time.” Jody placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder as the gas pump sounded with a click. “You boys I swear. If it ain’t one of you, it’s both of you.” She chuckled a bit as she went to pull out the nozzle and return it to its holster. She gave a quick glance at Dean who was rolling his eyes at her. Donna and Sterling returned carrying mostly some soda and a few packets of Pop-Tarts. Claire poked her head out of the window from the backseat as soon as they were within earshot.

“About damn time! Toss me mine.”

Sterling tossed her two packets of Pop-Tarts and a bottle of Mountain Dew to which Claire caught with some difficulty but managed to toss the packets into the car before the bottle few too far past her window. She giggled a bit and sunk back into the truck with her snacks. Sterling gave a wide smile and went around to get back into the truck, leaving Donna standing with Dean and Jody.

“So? Everything ok on your end?” Donna directed toward Dean.

“Not quite yet, he’ll tell us soon enough. Let’s just get back on the road.” Jody stopped Dean before he could say anything. Donna fully understood the look she was getting from Jody and nodded slowly.

“Ah, gotcha. Well, see ya when we get there.” She called as she returned to the passenger seat.

Jody gave Dean one last motherly look as he turned to get back into Baby. She hoped whatever was bothering Sam wasn’t going to cause Dean too much shock as she took the drivers seat. Once they were back on the road Dean didn’t pester Sam with any questions, he actually avoided asking him anything and tried to make small talk with Jack instead. After a few attempts at providing some levity Dean returned to his small repertoire of music and played whatever suited his fancy. He left the volume at a reasonable level so that Sam could interject whenever he felt comfortable. For a while Sam was deeply involved with news and texts being sent to him on his phone. His insiders that were at the hotel they were barreling toward were keeping him updated on what was going on as well as any movement made by humans and leviathans alike. He was getting hourly updates on shift changes, and rotating locations of certain people or things. While he was paying attention, he continued to mull over how to reveal his thoughts and feelings about Sterling. Should he start out small with the athame? Or go big with the possibility of her interfering with the limo being crushed as they were watching? He took a deep breath, which made Dean straighten up in preparation for whatever news Sam was about to deliver.

“Alright, hear me out okay? All of you.” Sam gave a glance to the two in the back who were just as apprehensive as Dean.

Sam started from the beginning with the athame, and how Rowena had a spell on it that should only react to human touch. Retelling how Sterling was seen holding said athame after having used it on multiple undead in the Infirmary. He started to get into how no normal human should be able to do such an act after having been in a coma for three weeks. Dean seemed to agree with this but remained silent as he knew that couldn’t possibly be all. Jack wished to say something but Castiel shook is head as a sign to let Sam finish. Sam continued with how Rowena questioned her and how the questioning felt off somehow even with a particularly strong circle being used. How her healing spells felt different with her. He then got to what was bothering him most, what happened with Dick Roman. Sam allowed Dean to hold his phone as he pressed play at the moment when Dick entered the limo. Dean tried to keep his attention on the road while glancing at the phone but as soon as he noticed it crushing in on itself his attention was fully on the phone.

“What the hell?!” he breathed as he tried to look closer. Sam grabbed the steering wheel to avoid swerving into the oncoming lane. There weren’t very many cars on the road but having an accident this close to their destination was something best to be avoided. Dean ran the video back a few times ignoring the fact that he was essentially letting Sam drive.

“Dean!” Sam practically yelled to get his attention back. Dean shot back into action and took hold of the wheel again and mashed on the gas.

“What the hell? You think she did that?” Dean wasn’t sure if he believed Sam. There wasn’t much evidence to prove that she was the one responsible.

“I’m not sure but you can’t say something isn’t off about her.” Sam tilted his head as a way of making his point, to which Dean squinted his eyes and rubbed the back of his head with his hand.

“I don’t know Sammy, this all seems a bit far-fetched. She was with the Secret Ops or whatever so that explains the Infirmary scene, I’ve got nothing for the athame, as well as that. But I will admit that was really weird.” He pointed to Sam’s phone to indicate just what that was.

Sam stayed quiet letting Dean think about all that he unveiled. Dean was trying to seriously consider all that Sam said, but there wasn’t much proof to go on, or even an inkling as to who or what Sterling could be in place of being human. Jack and Castiel were quietly talking to each other giving their own take on the situation and certain possibilities. Witch was one of the titles they threw around, but Sam informed them that Rowena came upon the same idea and that she was currently doing research on that. Upon that they returned to pondering amongst themselves and asking Sam to let them inspect the footage, to which he obliged. They were two or three hours away from their destination before Dean finally decided to speak up.

“Alright, I’m not saying I’m not believing you, but I think we should all just keep a close eye on her. And if anything, weird happens… we’ll figure something out.”

Sam looked a little dejected but seemed to understand where Dean was coming from. Dean knew Sam wouldn’t just make up things in order to make someone seem odd, it was their kind of weird that much was sure. He just didn’t feel it was necessary to pull out the pitchforks and torches just yet. But he was sure going to keep a close eye on her.

As they came up to a mile before their destination Sam had the caravan stop in a deserted lot in order to go over the plan one last time and make sure all roles were filled. He pulled up the layout of the hotel on a tablet and placed it on the hood of Jody’s truck. Everyone created a circle around the hood of the truck as they awaited Sam and Dean to address the company.

“Alright so, according to Mark, he says that in about 30 mins the shifts will change to humans on the outside of the hotel to watch for anything. The leviathans will be inside on the first and second floors, he’s not sure what they’re doing but he could hear screaming a few times. Dick Roman is in the top suite on the north face of the hotel, meaning he won’t have a visual of us when we arrive.” He rotated the map toward the back end of the hotel. “Mark will pull the fire alarm toward the back of the hotel when we tell him we’re here. Jody and Donna will act like first responders and meet and distract the people outside. Meanwhile Dean, Sterling, and Cas will sneak their way in from the south-west side. Dean has the decoy bone, I’ll have the real one. Jack, Claire and I will come in on the South-east side from this side door. Mark counted about 20-30 leviathans that he could make out. So as soon as we go in it’ll start. Donna?”

Donna reached down into her duffel and pulled out a Nerf Super-soaker from her bag, eliciting a slight chuckle from Dean and Claire.

“These bad boys are filled with so much borax, you’ll each have as many as you can carry. Use them sparingly.” She started tossing one after another to each person, first giving everyone large guns then smaller pistols. Then she pulled out a large black trash bag from the depths of her duffel and drew up a brightly colored red balloon filled to what would most likely be borax. “These’ll be your grenades, again use them only as much as possible. I was only able to make so many.” She held the bag open letting everyone grab as many as possible.

Once everyone had armed up and were stuffing balloons in their pockets Sam continued. “These will also help determine who is a leviathan and who is human. The less we harm people the better. Dean, Sterling and Cas will make their way up, using the stairs here, to the suite. Jack, Claire and I will do the same on this side and we should converge in the middle in front of his suite here. Is that clear for everyone?”

Everyone answered in unison in agreement, the plan seemed simple but effective. And given the layout of the hotel, it should definitely confuse them.

“Cas, we don’t know if Dick can still sense you or whatever, but I’ll need you with Dean in case things go south.” Sam gave Castiel a look of slight worry.

“If he does, I’ll prove to be a good decoy for you guys to do your end.” Castiel interjected with a bit of reluctance. He hoped Dick wouldn’t be able to sense him, but when has things gone their way?

“Right, Sterling this seem good to you Cochise?” Dean was inspecting Sterling as she was in thought of their plan.

She was quiet for a bit, mulling it over and even taking a better look at the plans for the hotel. After she set the tablet down, she cleared her throat.

“Sounds like a solid plan to me.” She announced finally. “What’s the plan if things go south?”

“Keep fighting.” Dean recited.

“There’s no backup plan? What if Sam and co get stopped before they can even enter, and we’re stuck in the front with a hoard of them? You guys don’t do contingency plans, do you?” She looked around at everyone in the group for someone to reply but everyone shrugged or looked down at their feet. “Well… fuck it.” She chuckled. “Don’t get spooked if I disappear from you for a time.”

“Why?” Dean asked her, curious of her sudden cowardice.

“You guys have your ways… and I have mine. I’m not going to leave ya’ll hanging if that’s what you’re thinking. I’ll have to stretch before we get into this.” She laughed a bit. “This is one shit-show I’ll tell ya that. I admire you guys I really do.”

“Alright well, anyone else?” Sam coughed giving a look to Dean.

No one else had anything to say and on that note, everyone started loading themselves up with whatever they needed on their person. Dean noticed Sterling was only packing a few squirt guns and balloons as defense.

“You think that’s all you need?”

“Yep.”

“Look I know you haven’t dealt with these things before, but I can guarantee you’ll need a bit more than that.” Dean eyed her up and down a bit.

“As I said, you have your ways and I have mine. Don’t worry too much.” She winked at him as she passed him to where Sam was fiddling with his tablet. Dean scoffed and went to start up Baby.

“Can I get one last look at that layout again?” Sterling asked as she appeared beside Sam, spooking him a bit.

“Sure, here.” He shakily handed it to her, and she began flicking through the layout again going from blueprints to virtual.

“What are you looking for?”

“There’s a saying we had in my troupe. ‘Don’t target discriminate, or you’ll deteriorate.’ Words I had to live by.” She continued absorbing what she could then handed the tablet back to Sam. “Got what I needed, thanks Sam.” She patted him on the back and went to load up in the truck. Sam looked back at the tablet and tried to see what she was looking for, after a few minutes of searching Dean was growing impatient and started calling for him from the Impala. Sam sighed and resigned to try to fiddle with it on their way there.

Everyone loaded up and Sam sent Mark the notification that they were about 10 mins away. Mark sent back a confirmation within a few seconds and as they were pulling into the parking lot the lights for the fire alarm were flashing madly. Jody and Donna turned on their lights and jumped into playing their part. Sterling and Claire hopped out of the truck from the side where people couldn’t see them and made their way to the Impala. Sam and Dean went their separate ways with their operative groups and circled around the growing group of people in front of Jody’s truck.

Sam, Jack and Claire got to their door and went in as quick and quiet as possible with their super-soakers drawn. They rounded each corner with Sam as the lead as they made their way to the stairwell nearest them. In the distance they could hear shouting and running on their floor as well as the floor above them. They hadn’t run into anyone or anything yet, making Sam feel a bit more nervous as they entered the stairwell and began the six-story climb.

At the same time Dean, Sterling and Castiel entered through the front experiencing little resistance as everyone who was in the front were with Jody and Donna. As Dean tried to make a b-line for the stairwell nearest them five people in black suits took notice of them and began running at them at full speed. Dean pulled out his super soaker and pumped and squeezed the trigger releasing a steady stream of borax into the face of his attackers. Their faced sizzled as they fell on their knees writhing in pain. Dean looked behind him to find Castiel and Sterling were right behind him holding their pistols ready for any attackers that should appear behind them. As they moved forward into the next hallway they were immediately surrounded on either end with leviathans. Dean and Castiel aimed and shot as much borax as possible causing many of them to collapse in pain. But as they shot and emptied their guns the stream of leviathans never seemed to end. Suddenly three of them through the pain of the borax leapt forward and tackled Dean to the ground.

“DEAN!” Castiel shouted just as he was tackled himself. Both Castiel and Dean fought relentlessly against their holders but to no avail.

“Boss says he wants them brought to him, alive and unspoiled.” One of them chuckled.

“Wasn’t there a third one?” Another one squeaked.

“If there was, they’ll be found. Search the place, leave no stone unturned.” The makeshift leader of the outfit crouched to get a better look at Deans face which was scratched up now. “I can’t wait to see what he’ll do with you.” He flashed his enormous row of teeth at Dean in the hopes it would spook him. It seemed to only make him angry and fidget a bit in the hold of the leviathan that had him. The leader chuckled at him and waltzed to face Castiel.

“Castiel, how are you, you bastard? Been a while.” He laughed. “Oh, you should see yourself, it’s amazing.”

“Reg, that’s enough mucking around. Take those two to Dick now!” A passing leviathan shouted down the hall.

“Roger that, doing that now.” He looked at his subordinates then to Dean and Castiel. “Let’s get on with it then. Don’t want to keep Dick waiting.”

The two leviathans hauled them to their feet, keeping their holds on them as tight as possible as they loaded up into a nearby elevator.

“You knew we were coming?” Castiel gasped.

“I’ll let Dick enlighten you, don’t want to spoil the surprise.”

“What surprise?” Dean grunted.

“Oh, you’ll see, you’ll all see.”

Sam, Jack and Claire paused for a breath on the fourth floor. Sam didn’t like that they hadn’t run into anyone yet and was growing more anxious by the minute. Once everyone caught their breath they continued faster this time, up the stairs until they finally reached the top floor door. Sam peered through the tiny window on the door to see if anyone was passing by or standing in the hallway. Just as he was about to open the door, he heard a group of leviathan pass the door.

“In here, stay with them in here. Don’t let them do anything funny until Dick comes.”

Sam peaked through the window to see Dean and Castiel being manhandled into a room a bit farther down the hall, he ran through the layout in his head and realized they had taken them straight to the suite. Sam cursed under his breath and waited for the lumbering leviathan that gave the orders to leave. He ran through some ideas in his mind as he looked at Jack and Claire who were waiting for him to say something.

“Alright you two take this and…” he stopped as he was reaching where he stashed the real bone that was to be used on Dick, and realized it was no longer with him. Jack and Claire could see the panic in his eyes as he tried to figure out if Dean might’ve taken it to finish the job himself.

“What do we do?” Claire grabbed his hand to ground him in the moment and keep him from panicking.

“Alright, here’s the plan…”

Dean and Castiel were still being held strongly by the leviathans as two more entered the suite from a different door, both stringing along Jody and Donna.

“Jody! Donna!”

“Hello Dean.”

Dean turned his head to were he heard the snarky sound come from. Dick appeared from the other room on the opposite side of Donna and Jody, holding a glass of bourbon daintily in his hand.

“Glad to see you’ve been doing well, and you’ve come with more friends. No computer geeks to get you in this time, you had poor Mark give you the deets.” He sat slowly into a leather office chair across from Dean and Castiel. The leviathans all moved everyone in a semicircle around Dick leaving room for more.

“What happened to him?” Dean asked letting a growl emit from his lips.

“Oh, I think you know already. He didn’t have many final words to say, if he did it was lost in the screaming.” He smiled. “It’s so much nicer now that I don’t have to pretend at being human.”

“So, what happened? Why are you all back topside?” Dean asked through gritted teeth.

“I’ll reserve that answer for when we have your brother and all your friends in the room which should be right about…”

In that instant Sam was shoved into the room, splaying him out next to Dean. A leviathan that was standing by jumped on him and held him in a hold mirroring to the one Dean was in.

“Now.” Dick smirked hungrily at Sam then flashed his eyes to the leviathan that threw him in. “Where are the rest?”

“We’re on it.” It said as it left the doorway.

“Now that all important parties are here, I guess I can divulge some information before we get started. So, Sam, just before you dropped in Dean asked the mother of all questions. Why are we back here, on Earth?” He took a sip of his drink and rocked in his chair letting the question sink in. “Funny that. Even I don’t know how it happened. One second I was gorging on vampires in Purgatory and in a flash, I was on Earth. No sun, at first. Undead everywhere, more monsters than you can shake a stick at. Now, care to tell me just what happened to put us here?”

“You mean you don’t know?” Sam asked.

“Oh, come now Sam I’m not going to play this game with you. I could easily just get the answers I want from one of your cop friends.” He eyed Jody up and down as he took another sip of his drink.

“Chuck, started The End.” Dean shouted out.

“The End? The hell is that supposed to mean?” Dick guffawed.

“Exactly what it is asshole. The End of everything. Chuck jumpstarted the end of everything, and not just the world.” Sam grunted.

Realization began to hit Dick of the severity of the situation as he stood from his office chair and walked around to the front of the desk. “So, this is the end of it all?” he wondered out loud. “Outstanding!” a grin stretched across his face as he placed his glass on the desk behind him.

“You’re going to die, same as us! Unless we do something!” Sam was starting to panic, he didn’t expect this kind of reaction.

“Do what? Something we’ve been waiting to happen for eons, and you want to stop it? Well, makes sense for you but little news flash for you. God can’t kill us, never could and never will. Why do you think he brushed us into that endless fight club called Purgatory?” He crossed his arms in front of him.

“There’s something you boys are failing to realize then. If he really cared about you all, then why did he call us back? I’ll tell you why. He doesn’t need you anymore. We now have free reign to do whatever we damn well please. And that includes eating each, and every one of you.” He waltzed over toward Jody and Donna taking Jody by the chin and rotating it around to get a good look at her face.

Just then the door burst open with two more leviathan holding Claire and Jack in a chokehold.

“Jack!” Castiel called.

“Cas! Should I…”

“No! Don’t fight them.” Castiel didn’t want Jack to reveal what he was just yet in case things went south, which was starting to look that way.

“The gang is all here then. So, without further ado, Castiel, Dean, and Sam. I’m going to eat you respectively. I was first going to start with Sam and let you agonize over his death, then Castiel, then everyone else. But I’ve come up with a different order. First…”

He turned back to Jody and Donna. “I’ll eat your cop friends.”

He released his grip on Jody’s jaw, turned, and slowly began walking toward Dean as he talked. “Then the two children, then the fallen angel, then Sam. Then after you beg for death, I’ll eat you, piece by piece, limb by limb.” He crouched down until he was inches from Dean’s face. “You’ll either die slowly as I eat you, or you’ll die of blood loss.” He stood back up in front of Dean and looked around the room at all the dejected faces. “Oh and you won’t be needing that anymore.” He reached down behind Dean and pulled out the decoy bone from under Dean’s jacket. He gave it a good look then snapped it over his knee.

“So, let’s get this party started!” He clapped his hands together, and as he did so something fell from the ceiling.

When Sam was showing Sterling the plans and maps of the hotel, he didn’t realize she was memorizing the layout of the ventilation shafts that ran throughout the building. He also didn’t realize she snatched the real bone from him without him even feeling her remove it from him. And once Dean and Castiel were beset on all sides with leviathan she took the opportunity to squirrel away into a vent near them, along with using one or two miracles to make her unnoticeable. It made her stomach churn a bit, but she knew it was what needed to be done. She snaked her way through the ducts until she reached the opening right above Dick as he was giving his menu order.

She readied herself and took note of where each hostage was and their holders. As soon as he was in position, she kicked the screen down and plummeted feet first, throwing four borax balloons in the faces of those holding Sam, Dean, Castiel, and Jody. The leviathans screamed in pain as Dick spun around to face his newest attacker, as he did Sterling surged forward, bone in hand and pierced straight through his chest. She stepped back as Dick stood in shock and stared at the bone in his chest. Dean, Sam, and Castiel all jumped back in preparation for what was to come. Jody freed Donna from a stunned guard and ran to Claire and Jack to also try to move them back as she had heard about the nasty punch this particular item can give to those around it.

“Get back Sterling!” Dean yelled out.

Sterling began to jump back behind the desk but was stopped by a steely shaky grip on her arm. She turned to find Dick Roman was still standing and looking furiously at her, then back to the bone protruding from his chest.

“Now that wasn’t very nice.” He grunted. His being started to flicker a bit and black ooze began forming at his mouth and out his ears, his arms and legs began shaking violently. He looked back and forth from the bone to her as he was still standing in place. “What’s happening?” He asked himself as his shaking slowly ceased and the black ooze stopped flowing.

“Well that’s new.” He smiled as he pulled out the bone with his free hand examined it for a moment then stabbed Sterling in her chest.

“NO!!” Sam, Dean and Castiel yelled in unison as they watched Dick plunge the thrice bloody bone into Sterling’s abdomen. She gasped a few breaths before falling to the floor holding the bone protruding from her chest with a shaky hand.

Dick turned to face Dean and Sam with a wide grin spanning the entirety of his face. “Guess Purgatory no longer exists. Either that or it’s closed.” He pulled out his pocket handkerchief and began cleaning the black ooze from his face.

“Well, that didn’t work like I’d hoped.”

Dick paused taking in the voice who just spoke, he turned around to find Sterling standing and pulling out the bone from her chest without so much as wincing.

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princess-trina-blog1 · 8 years ago

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60 Great Ways To Annoy Voldemort

1 Call him “Tommy-boy”. 2 Buy him a stress ball. 3 Tell him Lucius did it. 4 Be Harry Potter. Be Alive. 5 Cuddle him at random moments. 6 Ask him when he last took a bath. 7 Be offended by everything he says. 8 Tell him what Snape’s really up to. 9 Ask him to dye Easter eggs with you. 10 Accidentally” schedule him a haircut. 11 Tell him that noses are back in style. 12 Call him The-Guy-Who-Let-The-Boy-Live. 13 Encourage him to “think happy thoughts”! 14 Remind him that he isn’t even really alive. 15 Tell people “he’s really just a big softie”. 16 Ask him why he doesn’t have such a cool scar. 17 Ask him where he gets his garlic scented soap. 18 Buy him eye drops for “that dreadful redness”. 19 Be generally in awe of him and never look away. 20 If you’re feeling gutsy, call him “Voldie-poo”. 21 Trade in his black robes for bunny feet pajamas. 22 “Did you ever even HAVE a girlfriend? Like, ever?” 23 Make vague allusions to Harry Potter being his son. 24 Tell him you know this great therapist in London…. 25 Magic-marker Potter-style glasses on him while he sleeps. 26 Call him “Champ” or “Tiger”, refer to yourself as “Coach”. 27 Play “knock and run” at his bedchamber door late at night. 28 When he gives you an order, stare blankly at him and drool. 29 Whack him in the arm and say “mosquito” – every few minutes. 30 Sign him up for yoga class. Insist it is to “cleanse his soul”. 31 Paint all the Death Eater masks with bright colors and glitter. 32 Keep a “good-behavior chart”. Award points and give out gold stars. 33 Quote Argus Filch. Insist HE will one day rule the wizarding world. 34 Throw him a Carebears-themed birthday party. Bake him a scar-shaped cake. 35 Begin any question you ask him with “Riddle me this!” Emphasize on Riddle. 36 Pat him on the head and give him flowers when his plans are foiled yet again 37 Smile during Death Eater meetings and say you taught him everything he knows. 38 Taunt him about his middle name. “Marvolo? What’s that, a washing detergent?” 39 Hide his wand. Make him play the “hot and cold” game in order to get it back. 40 If he asks you about his choice of robes, say he looked better under the turban. 41 Anytime he enters any room, insist on entering first and announcing him grandly. 42 Ask him why the Dark Mark couldn’t look like something more “sociably acceptable”. 43 In these announcements, fake a trumpet noise and give him an equally fake drumroll. 44 Imperio his Death Eaters into a rousing chorus of “All Things Bright And Beautiful”. 45 Follow a few paces behind him, spraying everything he touches with a can of disinfectant. 46 Greet him in the mornings with a sarcastic “My sir, you look particularly menacing today.” 47 On the next Valentine’s Day, decorate his lair. Make sure the decorations are pink and frilly. 48 Ask him why he’s afraid of an old man who looks like Santa Claus and why he can’t fight babies. 49 Politely exclaim now and again that you don’t know how he can be so afraid of dear old Dumbles. 50 When he tries to impress you with his immense powers, say “Awwwww, lookit, Voldie’s got a twiggle!” 51 Ask him if he’s sure the whole evil-maniac-out-for-power-and-revenge thing isn’t getting a bit old? 52 Ask him to give you written summaries of his sinister plots for revenge and war. Correct his spelling. 53 Apparate into and out of his room rapidly. Do this non-stop for an hour. poof there poof gone poof there… 54 Ask him how he can possibly wish to harm a single hair on the head of “that sweet, innocent, cute little boy”. 55 Write him a theme song. Start singing it whenever he is about to do or say something particularly clever and nasty. 56 Roll your eyes during plotting sessions and say things under your breath like “You’re the boss, boss” or “It’s your funeral.” 57 Tell him his plastic surgeon did a terrible job with the “red-eyed snake look,” and that he should’ve had the self confidence to age gracefully. 58 When he’s done something particularly nasty – cross your arms, waggle a finger and say “Now now, do you really think Salazar would have approved of that?” 59 If you ever need to say “Like taking candy from a baby”, be sure to add: ‘”Of course, SOME of us might find that harder than others.” Stare pointedly at him. 60 Get a pair of finger puppets closely resembling himself and Harry Potter. Re-enact all of Harry’s victories over him in a spectacularly childish way. Be sure to give them both squeaky voices.

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thehiddensemicolon · 8 years ago

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Kacchako fanfic: New Prey Chapter 14

~~~ the next day at the classroom~~~ "Alright. In the exercise you all were tasked to save civilian dummies and defeat the villains. Some teams struggled. But needing help from other groups is not a bad thing. That was another thing taken to account in the grading process. Ultimately there were a few teams that rose above the rest, not because they didn't need help, but because their plan of attack throughout the day was heroic and efficient." Aizawa said. He projected the scores on the board. Scores: 1st-Bakugou and Uraraka 2nd- Shoto and Momo 3rd- Jirou and Kaminari 4th- Midoriya and Tsuyu 5th- Sero and Ashido (And so on) "Congratulations on the top five. Later on each and everyone of you will receive an email on your performance. Regarding how many points you had in the different categories. Alright class is over. Dismissed" Aizawa said. Every team was cheering and some complained on what they should have done in that exercise. A lot of people were confused and questioning the number one team. If they were dating again or how the heck did they manage number one team after a brake up. They all immediately stopped gossiping when Bakugou threatened to kill them all. "Oh yeah Bakugou meet me at my office." Aizawa said. "Fine." Bakugou said. ~~~ at aizawa office ~~~ "Why did you call me in?" Bakugou went straight to the point. "Because of your personal life and decisions. Judging on the recordings from the exercise. You and Uraraka did a fantastic job. That's not why you are here though. You have been subject of gossip in school lately." He said. "Yeah will let those fuckers talk. I don't give a damn. They don't affect me." The teen responded. "I know their words don't bother you, but I know that there is something bothering you. Relationship wise." He said. "Oh fuck no. Please don't fucking tell me you called me here for fucking advice. Maybe you should listen to the gossip around this fucking school about you." Bakugou said. Aizawa looked curious. "Oh yeah and what would that be." EraserHead said. "I don't fucking know. Why don't you fuckin lecture me Dadzawa." Bakugou said sarcastically. "Dadzawa?" The teacher question. "That is not relevant to this discussion. We are here because of you. You want to be number one hero to show people you are the best right." He said. "I will be the fucking best." - Bakugou "Yes, and what good will that do you. Is showing your strength to the world the only reason why you want to be the symbol of peace?" - Aizawa "Because if that is the only reason. Then you aren't going to last long in the hero industry. To be a great hero, one must have a great purpose. Why do you want to save people, if you don't have a person you care about to protect." - Aizawa "Psh save me this fucking peep talk. I know that you're talking about my fuckin break up with floaty." Bakugou said. "I don't think you realize your purpose as a hero. Strength isn't everything. What is your purpose to defeat evil? For the city can be safe, for people you don't care about to be safe? That makes no sense. Am not saying to go fix what you had with Uraraka, am telling you that being in a relationship isn't going to affect you being the number one hero, if anything it will give you a purpose to be a hero." Aizawa said. "You don't know what you are saying. Every pro hero couldn't fuckin handle a relationship, and those that fuckin did is only because of a paid arranged marriage to create strong child prodigies with strong combined quirks. So what makes you think I can do that." Bakugou said. He is trying to act like this conversation wasn't important or irrelevant to him. But Aizawa hit the spot right on. This subject is bothering him the most. "True it is hard to handle a relationship. But it doesn't mean it's impossible. How would you feel coming home everyday exhausted or almost dead after fighting a strong villain, just to be alone. How lonely does that feel. Why are you risking your life everyday, just to prove you are the strongest. Truth be told that sounds like a sad life. To have no purpose as a hero is why heros fall in battle. They don't have the drive to fight." Aizawa said. "The hell with your fucking advice! I don't need it!" Bakugou yelled. "Don't need it, or don't want to admit it? Look what am trying to say is you are young and life is short. You don't have to push away people and your feelings just to become the number one hero. It's okay to be a hero and do normal human things." Aizawa says. "Yeah will what if I can't fucking be the best man for her! Huh how about fucking that. How can I give her what she wants, if I can't fucking do it? Tell me that Eraser Head!" He growled. Aizawa was shocked he actually got somewhere with the explosion user. It was a surprise he actually got Bakugou to confess his feelings. This was a rare moment. "Huh? What's the matter lost for words... I already know what's for the best." Bakugou admits. "The best for who? You or Uraraka." The teacher questions. "... Uraraka." He says. "Why? Because in the eyes of the staff and students here in UA we all noticed your relationship changing you two for the better. And all of a sudden, you throw it away because you think it's what is the right thing to do. And what we notice is your over the top villain like anger is returning and an introvert suffering Uraraka. What is so wrong to do normal human things? Am not talking to you as teacher to student. Am talking hero to hero with you." Aizawa says. "You don't understand a single thing. Do you know how hard and shitty I felt when I met her parents. How I saw their relationship. Happy and shit. That's what Uraraka fucking wants! She wants a family one day." He blushes. His face is hot and his body feels numb. "So you don't want what she wants." Aizawa says. "No that is not fucking it. What I mean is I can't give it to her. I want to be the number one hero. That means that I wouldn't be there for her everyday. I wouldn't be there for the family she wants. I'll be risking my life every day on the job. That's selfish dying and leaving everything behind or being gone all the time and missing every moment." Bakugou says. The two were silent. Bakugou looked down hating himself for being so weak and talk about his problems with his teacher. He felt extremely weak and pathetic. "Isn't that more of a reason to come home alive. Isn't that a reason to keep the city safe, for the people you care about. Isn't that a reason to be a great hero and defeat the evil that threatens us everyday. Sounds like the perfect reason to live. And being a hero doesn't mean you will be gone all the time. Some heroes just don't have a reason to return home and choose the spotlight and cameras in their lives 24/7. That's what I despise the most." Aizawa says. Bakugou's fists started to shake. His hair shadowed his eyes and he took a big breath. "You are one of the most powerful, smart, and heroic (in your own way) students UA ever encountered. You are graduating top of the class and any hero agency will want you. I personally (and the staff) don't want to see a young hero who has everything it takes to be a great hero, ruin it by not having a greater purpose to be a hero. So stop sulking and get your head out of your ass. Your making everything harder than what it should be." He says. "I didn't need this peep talk!" Bakugou yelled. "Sure you didn't." Aizawa responds. "Am fucking serious. I could have solved everything on my fucking own. And don't you dare tell anybody shit you hear." Bakugou adds. His face was clearly anger but he was somewhat feeling better. "Is that a threat from a student to a teacher?" Aizawa raised his brow. "No it's a fucking threat from hero to hero." He says. "That's right Bakugou." Aizawa opened his eyes with victory. He successfully talked to Bakugou and the school didn't get destroyed. Aizawa coughed and whistled. "So about this Dadzawa talk..." he questions. Bakugou grunted and walked away. "Am not talking about your problems. I have no interest in what those fucking nosy ass idiots have to say about you. Find out yourself. " Bakugou said coldly and straightforward. Aizawa sighed in defeat. He cared about his students. But sometimes being a teacher is hard. He mumbled to himself and walked away. He walked toward the school dorms. And sure enough Angel face was waiting outside by herself. She didn't say anything and he walked toward her. "Hey Katsuki - I meant Bakugou." She blushed. "You have anything planned today. If you do cancel it." He said. "No I don't have anything planned today. It's weird though I mean it is a Friday evening. Guess I have no life haha." She jokes. "Yeah will good then. Meet me outside in a few minutes." - Bakugou. "Okkie dokkie!" - Uraraka. Bakugou went inside his room to change quickly and went to meet with her outside. She was outside in the patio area in the back of the dorms. His palms were sweaty and his mind was going all over the place. I don't know what I fucking want. But I'll find out soon. He thought. He took a seat right in front of her and stared her down. She looked nervous but laughed it out. "Ahh sorry I didn't know this was a staring contest. Guess you win. So um yay for us! We placed number one for the exercise! Congrats partner!" She smiled. He continued to stare at her. "Did you get your email on your performance yet? I got mine. We got great scores on all categories. And there even was a comment saying we were surprisingly good with teamwork with our classmates and-" Uraraka stopped. "That is not why we are here Uraraka. I already know we kicked ass yesterday, I don't need a fucking email to tell me the obvious. I want to talk to you about us." Bakugou said. "Right sorry. I am just nervous. The suspense is kinda eating me up lately. But am ready to know why. Maybe then I can let us go." She looked down. "But I don't want that." He says. She looked up in confusion. Her eyes looked big and curious and her chest felt jittery. "I never wanted to break up. I just did it because I was being a fucking stupid ass jerk who thought was doing the right thing for you." He admits. He wasn't feeling good. He isn't used to this emotion he was feeling right now. He wasn't used to feeling weak and nervous. "Fuck it so hard talking to you like this." He growls. "What do you mean you did it because you thought it was good for me? It's not making any sense. Didn't you break up with me because you thought I wanted to take your dream as being the number one hero? Cause if that's the case I don't want it. I just want to be a hero to support my parents and save the people I care about." She talks back. Her voice was shaken but still strong. "Do you really think I would fucking break up with you for a shitty reason like that. I could give a rats ass if you wanted to challenge me for the number one position. If anything it would be awesome, I respect that you want to help your parents Uraraka." Bakugou says. "But if that's not the reason then why?" She asks. She wants to know already. "Because after the dinner with your parents, I felt like shit." He admits. "Am sorry if my parents said something to make you uncomfortable." She responds. "No that's not it. They didn't do anything wrong. They just made me realize what kind of relationship you expect to have to be happy. Look when you left me inside your room, I fucking read your diary." He looks down. "Okay? I don't care that you read it. It's just a bunch of stuff I wrote when I was younger." She pleads. "I read a page that you wrote about your amazing future. How you want to help your parents and be a hero. But also how you want to have a family one day. For you can love them as much as your parents love you and for you to have a husband that loves you like your parents love each other to death. That's what I fucking read about." He says. "What about it? How is it wrong to want to have a husband or a family?" She asks. "Because am not good enough for you Ochako! Am not the right man for the job!" He yelled. "I will be working to be the best hero! I wouldn't be with you all the time, what if I can't be there for you when you need me the most? What if I miss every important moment in your life or the family life you want huh? I.. I don't know if I can be the man you want me to be dammit and it's killing me to know that I am not what you want. So that's why I fucking ended it. Cause I was being a fucking nervous wreck. The thought of us being together and you not being happy, of you crying or being disappointed because of me, kills me Uraraka." Bakugou chokes in his words. His eyes were looking worried and his body shacked. He looked like a wreck. She was surprised by his reasons. And honestly did not expect his reasoning. She looks at him and notices how much pain he has been in. She gently grabs his hands and he looked up to see her. "Bakugou I don't want you to change. I love you just the way you are and I accept how you are as a person. I already told you that one night phone call we had. I love you for who you are. I know you would be a great husband one day. Because your Bakugou silly, you try your best at everything you do and ultimately you always become the best. Am not worried about you being a bad man. If you want to pursue being the number one hero, I will support you. I will always be home to cheer you on and love you Katsuki. I won't be going anywhere okay." She gives him a smile. "Wouldn't it be lonely to be the best, but not have anyone to come home to? Katsuki wanting to be the best will only get you so far, but I believe you can be the best hero, husband, and one day the best father ever. Yes I love the relationship my parents have, but I also love the person you are. And I don't mind it." She gently says. "I will never get in the ways of your dreams Katsuki. I just want to help you get there." She says. He is reminded on how soft her hands are, as well as remembering how soothing her voice is. "I am a selfish bastard." He finally says. "I don't think so." She says. "I want it all. I want to be the best hero. I want to marry you goddammit. I want little annoying strong ass kids too. I want it all with you. I was just afraid you wouldn't want it with a stubborn jerk like me. I felt you deserved better than me and it killed me that I called it off with you." He confesses to her. "Boy you really know how to make a girl happy you know. I want a future with you Katsuki and am glad you do it. I don't want another guy silly. Why would I when I already have the best. I miss my king of explode-kills." She says. "It's a fucking good ass name. Why can't you people understand fucking badass names." He growls. "I know I know am only joking." She smiles. "Am sorry I broke up with you. I was a fucking jerk for not talking with you. I was fucking wrong okay." He said to her face. "It's okay. I know you must have had your reasons and know know." She says. Man she is too good to be fucking true. She isn't mad how I left her alone and made her cry for fucking days. She is too nice. He thought. "So are we back together now?" She says bluntly. "Uraraka I wasn't a fucking man to tell you this sooner when you had the balls to say to me in that phone call the other night. But I fucking care about you alright. It's just hard to say it. I wanted to tell you sooner but Uraraka I fucking love you. So just be my fucking girlfriend again." He blushed. She looked happy and laughed. "Haha am sorry it's just hard to take you seriously. I wanted to hear you say that for a long time already and with your cussing confession it's just so.. Bakugou-like you just sound so cute saying you love me." She cracks up in laughter. "Why you fucking pink cheeks! Am trying to confess my fucking feeling to you and you fucking laugh? Alright now you die!" His face is red and he is embarrassed. She laughed again and leaned across the table and put one hand on his cheek and the other hand on the back of his head and kissed him passionately. He just sat there and did nothing. He clearly wasn't prepared for it. "Yes I'll be your girlfriend you idiot." Her pink cheeks were even pinker and she looked so happy again. Suddenly her voice grew cold. "However, if you ever do this again to me, then you freakin float next time you hear that!" She said so Un-Ochako like. He was surprised by her sudden mood change he almost missed the part when she threatened him. Not backing down from a challenge he got up from his chair and Uraraka did the same thing. He looked down at her. "Is that a fucking threat Ochako." He said. "What do you think?" She answered. He wrapped his arms around her waist and have her a kiss. "I wouldn't know what to think, and I don't want to find out because am not going to be an idiot again to brake up with you." He smirked. She still felt light headed from his kiss. "Yeah will good!" She yelled. "Alright will I have a bunch of fuckers to kill." He suddenly says. "What why? What did people do to you this time?" She asked. "Well when we fucking broke up, I fucking heard those lonely ass bastards talk about you in the men locker room. Saying how you were available and hot and shit. I already beat them up on the spot, but now I'll do it fucking again." He calmly answers her. "Ehhh? Why you already beat them up! (Which you shouldn't have done in the first place, but it makes me happy you did)" she questions him. "Yeah will I beat them up for saying you were available to pick up. Now am going to beat them up for being horney bastards! That will tell everyone that your mine now!" He concluded. "What kind of reasoning is that!" She blushes. "Fucking logical reasoning is what it is!" He yells. Authors Note: This was a fun chapter for me to do! What should I do next? I was thinking about idk a senior prom right before their graduation. I have some funny ideas in my mind but idk what do you guys think? I have had the last few chapters written up ahead of time and my impatient self couldn't wait till the end of the week to publish the chapters so I ended up updating everyday! What should I do next?

#kacchako #katsuki bakugou #bakuraka #bakugou x uraraka #uraraka ochako #my hero academia

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