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buckysgoldenheart · 5 years ago

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Partners: August Walker x Reader

Summary: You are partners in the CIA and an injury forces feelings to be revealed.

Words: 2200

Warnings: Gore, i guess. Smut, but not so bad you have to dunk yourself in holy water afterwords, as much fun as that is. Cursing, maybe? I don’t really remember.

I hope you like it :)

You hated hospitals, you always had. People died in them and who enjoyed death? Only the fuckers you assassinated or put behind bars. Plus, hospitals always reeked of cleanliness. It was nauseating. But you supposed eventually everyone makes it in one, whether it be a pit-stop or your last drop before being buried in dirt forever.

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“There is no way that happened!” August laughed, louder than you had ever heard before, and you smiled bright. You loved that sound, and the crinkles in the corners of his eyes, and the way his teeth were laid out behind his lips. All of it was perfect. You made that happen, you realized. The look he had on his face now, the pure elation, completely raw unlike usual, was because of you and the stupid story you told him about your aunt and her cat.

And now you couldn’t remember the last time you were this happy. You certainly hadn’t expected tonight to remind you what extreme joy felt like; not on a typical night with your partner, tracking a man’s location for a couple hours until he finally went home. But tonight didn’t end up typical, not to you. It was the first night August let his guard down around you, really let his guard down. He let you see him and watch as he removed that rough exterior brick by brick.

“It did, I swear! That cat is wicked smart!” You could barely contain your laughter, and the chances of your smile leaving your face was far out of the question. When you looked over at August as you walked side by side down the alley, he was already watching you like he could see every single thing you felt for him. You hoped by the way his eyes seemed to shine that maybe he was thinking of you together, as more than partners in the CIA.

You walked with your bodies close to each other. Even through layers of clothing to stave off the late autumn chill, you could feel the heat radiating from him. It was enough to keep you warm for an entire night. For a minute, you thought maybe you might be able to get to that point. The job was done and you were walking back to the hotel anyway. He could easily move one room over and stay with you.

But then you were reminded why you didn’t get to have things as amazing as a night with August Walker, no matter how much you wanted it. People like you and him, you didn’t get to have each other, and even when you thought it might happen, something always fucked it up.

When you started down that alley, the two of you were alone, laughing and happy. The mission was over for now and somehow, the fact that you were both trained CIA agents was put on the back-burner. So much so that neither of you heard the initial scuff of a heavy boot on the pavement a good twenty feet in front of you. It was the second that had August shooting his head up in the right direction, just in time to catch the thrown knife before it lodged in his chest.

He practically growled at the smaller hooded figure before you and spent no time flipping the knife in his hand and whipping it expertly back at the attacker. The shiny, silver blade landed right between a pair of dark, emotionless eyes and the body fell to the ground, splashing in a couple puddles from the earlier rain.

August said your name before looking at you, but you barely heard it. Your ears rang as you stared down at the hilt of a knife, its thick blade buried deep in your abdomen. When did he throw a second? Or did he throw mine first?

It didn’t feel like much, having a knife stuck in you. You’d been injured on missions, but nothing like this. They were flesh wounds before, in and out, easily fixable. Not this. This was bad, you knew, and it surprised you how little it hurt. Despite your body going into shock, you thought it would at least sting. The bullet wounds had.

Your hand reached for the handle. You knew not to pull it out, that it would have you bleeding out faster, but you now understood the temptation. August stopped your hand before your fingers could wrap around it. He called your name louder as he put his large hands on your cheeks and tried to force you to look at him. He looked hazy, and you were surprised how fast you were losing control of your own body. Then your eyes fell closed despite your attempts to keep them on his face.

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Oh right, one other thing you hated about hospitals: that constant, excruciating beeping sound next to every patients’ bed so nurses and doctors could tell if they were still alive or not. It was definitely high on your list of the worst things ever, and right now you couldn’t seem to escape it. It was muddled with a voice in the background, but still rang clear enough to piss you off, like nails on a chalkboard.

“Yes, thank you,” That voice said. You knew that voice. It was not one you would choose to hear if you had the option, but if you were hearing voices at all it meant someone was in the room with you or you were going crazy. In either case it meant you had to be alive, so you guessed that was good. You eased your eyelids open.

“Well, well, she’s awake.” Sloane. You shifted your body and groaned as your boss walked to your side. “You’re quite the sleeper,” She said. “The typical recovery time for this kind of thing is about three days, but congratulations, you made it a whole week.” She sat on your bed in her nice suit. “If you were tired, you could’ve just asked for a day off.”

You did your best to scoff at the lie and Sloane let out a reserved laugh. “We are all glad you are ok.”

We, you thought. August. “When can I get the fuck out of here?”

“As soon as you want. The last few days you’ve just been sleeping off the leftover anesthesia and pain killers.”

“Thank God.”

A few beats passed in silence, then Sloane said, “That guy was hired to take out anyone who spied on the target…He saw you.”

You nodded. It made sense. Your attention was focused on someone else, but if Sloane knew that bit, she would throttle you. Though, the fuck up of being seen would still warrant at least a bit of punishment, which you were sure she would lay out for you soon.

“One thing before you leave here,” She said, and you didn’t like the tone in her voice one bit. “I need you to sign some paperwork.”

Your eyebrows scrunched together. “What for?” She pulled out a packet of papers held together by a large clip and set it down on top of your legs for you to shuffle through. “Just tell me. But skip all the mission details.”

“Walker is requesting a new partner and team. His reasons are spelled out in the forms and I have no reason not to grant his request. There are a couple pages where you have to sign and date.”

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You had asked Sloane when August would be in his office next. She answered the question with a lot of unnecessary information that you paid absolutely no attention to after she said, ‘six p.m., tomorrow.’

You had no reason to rush; this was not going to be some sort conversation, so you waited until six-thirty. He would definitely be in his office by then, and as you stopped in front of the door you saw his form sitting in the desk chair through the fogged glass.

You took a deep breath, calming yourself, then slipped through the door. Before August had a chance to register your presence in his office, you slammed the packet of paperwork on his desk and crossed your arms.

His eyes widened and he quickly looked up at you. “Y/N.”

“You filed for a new partner? Are you fucking kidding me?”

He closed his eyes for a moment then rose from the chair, his hands planted firmly on the cherry wood. “Y/N—”

“We have been partners for two years,” You nearly yelled, holding up your index and middle finger, “And now you decide to just drop me like yesterday’s trash?”

August ran a hand through his dark brown curls. “That is not—”

“You’re an asshole!”

“Just listen to me!” You recoiled at his tone. He had never yelled at you before, not like that. He inhaled slowly then exhaled. “I got distracted,” He said and met your cold stare. “We both know that that is unacceptable.”

“And that all of a sudden makes you not want to work with me anymore? That’s insane, August.”

He shook his head slightly. “It is not insane. Not when what I got distracted by was you.”

You huffed with an aggravated smile. “Are you actually blaming me for this right now? August, we work best together. We have since the beginning.”

He crossed his ridiculously strong arms and you didn’t like it. He was getting mad, yes, but he was guarded now, closing himself off to you. “It doesn’t matter. You almost died.”

“That was an accident!” You groaned and rubbed your palms over your eyes. “It wasn’t your fault.”

“Yes, it was!” He slammed his fist hard against the desk before stepping around it and practically stomping to you. “I would’ve sensed that guy the other night if for one stupid second I focused my thoughts on anything but you! But I didn’t and it almost cost me everything, so yes, it was my fault!”

Everything?

His chest rose and fell as rapidly as yours and he searched your eyes for something. When you figured he found what he was looking for, he closed the two steps between you, wrapped his arms around your waist, and slammed his lips to yours.

You gasped into his kiss but devoured everything he was giving you: the feel of his hands gripping the fabric of your shirt, the way his lips felt, the way his tongue tasted…it was intoxicating, and you soaked up every ounce. When he gripped your sides and lifted you before setting you on the desk, you let out an unexpected squeak. His lips smiled against yours.

You reached for the belt of his black slacks, undid it, unzipped, and slipped your hand behind the layer of his underwear. He bucked against your hand and groaned loud, the vibration on your lips sending heat straight to your core. Fuck, you wanted him.

He pulled away for a second to smile at you, and as you smiled back, he reached for the hem of your top and slipped it over your head. His eyes went wide at the sight of you and you hoped the blush forming on your cheeks was not making its way down your neck to your chest. August leaned down to kiss the top of your breasts peeking out above your bra, then trailed kisses all the way up your neck, to your jaw, under your ear, and as he kissed your lips again, his fingers slowly unclasped the garment.

Straps slid down your shoulders as you kissed. You chucked it to the side before placing your hands back on him and pulling his cock free from his pants. When you stopped him to get a good look at just how big he was and licked your lips, August tilted your chin back up to him and shook his head.

“Not now,” He said, somehow reading your mind. “Later.” He pecked your lips and pushed your skirt up high to your hips. “Now, I just want you.”

You nodded and stroked him a few times, trying to keep yourself from falling apart at the feeling of his fingers rubbing at your clit. “Lean back,” He said, and you did until your spine hit the wood. August yanked your hips forward until you were fully against him, then pulled your panties to the side with a finger. He met your eyes for a moment and you nodded.

As he eased himself inside you, your eyes slammed shut and your brain fuzzed. Every inch was more beautifully agonizing than the last as he stretched you. “Look at me,” He whispered. There was more than lust swirling within the blue and you knew you would be more than happy to see him look at you that way for a long, long time.

August pulled you up until your chest was against his as he fully settled himself inside you. With his hands on your cheeks, his thumbs stroked back and forth. He hummed contentedly and touched his forehead to yours.

“Come home with me,” He said.

You didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”

He thrust into you once, twice, then kissed you sweetly.

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caveangelascendant · 3 years ago

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all of the hyperfixation asks. go. I am setting you free

making this one a twofer bc 1. i am crazy but i am free 2. it is literally impossible to answer some of these doing my current biggest one 😭

�� what is the plot of your hyperfixation? and is it a movie, game, show, etc?

🔥 tallahassee is a normal and fun album about two spouses with a healthy and loving relationship that only bring out the best in each other. they survive also. i promise <3 counting the webbed site 4 this alongside the music btw 📺 the property of hate is a CRIMINALLY underrated webcomic about a rejected tumblr sexyman and his adopted human daughter as they run around what is probably one of my favorite fantasy settings ever

📌 how did you find your hyperfixation?

🔥 remember that week on tumblr where it was all no children memes? well. also i watched moral orel with vee (who sent this ask, everybody say thank you vee :)) and that planted a sleeper agent in my brain. it was then activated sometime in like... early? mid september? when i gave in and listened to the whole thing through during two back-to-back classes i have in the same room 📺 OK OK so one time i was chillin in vc, also with vee, and someone i followed on here reblogged a post of rgb getting the shit beaten out of him like 10 times in a row. i knew that i had definitely seen him somewhere before, but i couldnt place where, so we started getting to the bottom of it and ended up dming each other our reactions until 2 am. irl savepoint

✨ what draws you towards your hyperfixation? what is interesting about it?

🔥 i fucking LOVE music with lore. it just EXUDES vibes, helps me make art more. tallahassee is different from my other music hyperfixations + faves feat. lore in that it's not about, like, time traveling ghost wizards or some shit, so i do appreciate that about it. makes it very flexible for cooking new and delicious guys or spicing up previous ones, which i have done like 4 times in the past 2 months. shoutout to every funny bitch that reads fun sleepover with the besties. no thats not karkat from homestuck. also i enjoy interactive webbed sites and early 2000s stuff 📺 IT'S SO GOOD? IT'S JUST TOO GOOD. i hadn't felt whimsy in years but tpoh made me feel like i was on a field trip to my city's batshit bonkers science museum in 3rd grade again. all the character and environment designs are bursting with so much life and personality and joy that it is impossible not to love it oh so very deeply. it restored my faith in the medium of webcomics and made me feel excited to work on mine again.

🎥 do you have any favorite scenes from your hyperfixation?

🔥 from the album? im gonna have to go with like all of have to explode. idk something about that vibes. i live in fucking OHIO and the summer our ac broke was miserable so i've been like 28% there. clearly i liked it enough to write dungeons and dragons fanfic about it. website? def the letter from ray on the porch. it is so darkly funny to me. the way he signs off with a smiley face... convinced that if it was made in 2021 he would have opened it with "Hey besties," 📺 the scene where hero figures out the name of the world, no fucking doubt. looking at that made me so happy i almost cried. i cannot explain the amount of unadulterated joy this comic brings me

🎶 if your hyperfixation has songs/an ost, what is your favorite song from it?

🔥 still embarrassed that i panicked and told my mass media teacher "idylls of the king bc it's calming". un fucking doubtedly old college try. organ solo AND "the way those eyes i've always loved illuminate this place / like a trashcan fire in a prison cell / like the searchlights in the parking lots of hell". how the hell am i EVER supposed to be the same after hearing that?? how is ANYONE??? GOD. god. i also accidentally wrote in my essay that

💕 tell us about one of your favorite characters and why you like them!

🔥 hm well i have a paragraph or two in my wip director's cut of a school essay that is currently *checks notes* 4.5k long about how the album's language and structure take the alpha couple not as individual characters, but only as a couple, two halves of an inseparable and terrible whole. i like them in a "*starts the deathmatch and watches*" way. so instead i will talk about my fave from my wip webcomic that accidentally has the same plot as this. this is robin larappeler they r the lady on the right, please excuse the fucked up anatomy. i drew this at 2 am in august then forgot about them for a month. she is my first tumblr sexywoman, she cannot speak french, and i believe in her.

📺 YES OMG i would fucking KILL for everyone in this comic, but especially cell (she's my icon). i love her oh so very much. she is a grandma hedgehog made of colors and sewing pins and love. i am literally her irl. i ask all of you to please picture her when you think about me.

💔 tell us about one of your LEAST favorite characters and why you dislike them.

📺 i will beat dial to death with a baseball bat in an arby's parking lot. i dont trust him

🏳️‍🌈 do you have any headcanons (lgbt, race, neuro, etc) that are important to you?

🔥 THIS WILL SOUND SO FUNNY BUT YES ACTUALLY. i was telling my friend bt about this album while we listened to the beginning in his car and when we got out he was like "so... are they detectives?" i dont even know how he came to that conclusion AT ALL but now i like to imagine that they're, like, rogue private eyes because it's hilarious. it's just not relevant to harry's journey so we dont ever see it. i also think that they've committed murder at least once and forgot about it, also because it would be hilarious and in-character. there is a whole page in my notes app that is an utterly incomprehensible stream of consciousness about this. i do think that representation headcanons abt this would be top tier, tho. Diversity win! The spouse in a mutually abusive relationship with you that burned down your house with both of you inside is a bisexual woman of color! 📺 rgb is canonically bi so i don't! in my brain hate is very pretty tho. so i think that counts. another win for the gays

🍀 do you have any kins or comfort characters from your hyperfixation?

🔥 no and thank god 📺 OH RGB IS A COMFORT CHAR DEFINITELY. hes such a scrunkly, i wish he was my dad

💎 are there any fun facts or trivia that you would like to share?

🔥 live recordings of no children are DEFINITELY insane summoning rituals. im going to need you to find one and listen to it RIGHT NOW unless you are in my discord server and i have already tormented u with one. best ones will have drums 📺 hmmmm well i don't have any trivia unfortunately :( i am trying to improve my spanish by reading the translation tho!

💢 what do you NOT like about your hyperfixation? is there something you would want to change about it?

🔥 i saw a review that said the limited instrumentation holds it back from truly conveying the emotions at play, and i would like to disagree. clearly you've never heard of vibes 🙄 📺 i would want it to update faster 😭

#a dragon tail #ask games #theleastcarefulofgamedevs #friendposting #venus you have given me SO much life #asks

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waywardaardvark79 · 5 years ago

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Supernatural Rewrite: Season 1 Episode 3: Dead in the Water

Summary: Y/N Singer joins Sam and Dean on the road. A rewrite starring you.

Pairings: eventual Dean x Reader, Sam x Reader (platonic)

Warnings: language, show level violence

Word Count: 10,548

A/N: I’ll try to do at least one episode a week. No set schedule.

"About time." you said, climbing out of the backseat and stretching your arms above your head. "I don't think I could have gone much longer without a bed."

You and Sam were leaning against the car while Dean went to get a room, Sam seeming to get more annoyed the longer you stood there, grumbling something unintelligible under his breath.

You turned to face him, "We gotta sleep sometime, Sam. Look, we'll head out first thing. I just need a few hours, at least." you said, looking up at him.

"I didn't say anything." he said, his eyes on Dean at the check in counter.

"You didn't have to. I know what you're thinking." you said, grabbing your duffel bag from the ground before walking over to Dean.

Dean opened the door to the motel room and you pushed by him, flopping face down on the bed closest to the door.

Dean chuckled as he walked into the room and dropped his bag on the other bed, "Y/N, you want the first shower?" he asked, looking over at you.

You turned your head to the side to look at him, "I don't even want to fuckin' move right now. One of you can go first." you said, closing your eyes mid-way through your sentence.

"I'll go." Sam said, dropping his bag on the bed beside you.

You must have dozed off because the next thing you knew Sam was shaking your shoulder, "Y/N. Y/N, get up so I can pull the covers back." he said.

You slowly sat up, moving to sit on the end of the bed just as the bathroom door opened and Dean walked out, none of the usual steam that seemed to follow him after his showers seeping out, "Hey. I saved you some hot water, and I put your stuff in there for you." he said, walking over to the bed he had claimed for the night.

You gave him a sleepy smile, "Thanks, De." you said as you stood up and started to walk to the bathroom, "Save me a little room this time, Sam. It's your turn to share." you said before walking into the bathroom and closing the door after you.

You walked out of the bathroom about fifteen minutes later wearing one of Dean's old t-shirts, the boys already in bed with the lights out. You shuffled over to Sam's bed and pulled the covers back before climbing in beside him and settling in for the night. Just as you were falling asleep you felt Sam shift in bed, his elbow coming down to land harshly on your side.

"Jesus fucking Christ, Sam...scoot over." you clipped out, trying to move the giant over in bed.

You finally gave up, unable to budge him, and climbed out of bed, walking the short distance to Dean's bed. He was laying on his stomach, his arms shoved underneath the pillow. You carefully grabbed the covers and started to pull them back, trying your best not to wake him as he was an extremely light sleeper.

You had just sat down on the edge of the bed when you felt him move, and you looked back over your shoulder to face him.

"Hmm...miss me?" he asked, his voice rough from sleep.

You scoffed, "No, but I don't know how many more elbow drops from Sam I can take. It's like sleepin' with a drunk octopus. He's all over the bed." you said, laying down next to him.

"Mmm hmm...sure." he said, getting comfortable again.

"You go sleep with him if you don't believe me." you said, tugging on the covers.

"Nah, I'd much rather sleep with you." he said, a smirk on his face.

You chuckled, "In your dreams, De." you said, turning on your side to face away from him.

Light peeking through the motel curtains woke Sam. He opened his eyes expecting to see you next to him in bed, but found an empty spot instead. He sat up on the edge of the bed, running his hands through his hair as he took a minute to try and wake up.

He stood from the bed, grabbing some clothes from his duffel bag before heading towards the bathroom to get dressed for the day, stopping at the foot of Dean's bed, an amused smile on his face as he looked down at you and his brother.

You were each laying on your sides facing each other, your head tucked underneath Dean's chin. He had one arm wrapped around you, holding you tightly against him, his unconscious state letting him hold you the way he wanted to, the way he never could when the two of you were awake. You had one leg thrown over his hip, the other tangled with his as the two of you snored softly, completely wrapped up in each other.

Sam shook his head, the hint of a smile on his face, "I don't think I have ever seen two people more in denial." he said to himself before walking into the bathroom.

Dean was sitting at the table, a mostly empty plate in front of him as he circled obituaries in the newspaper, paying special attention to the one that announced the death of a young woman, Sophie Carlton, who perished in a tragic swimming accident.

"Can I get you anything else?" the attractive waitress, whose nametag read Wendy, asked.

Dean looked up and grinned around the pen he was chewing on, Sam coming over to sit down before he could reply. "Just the check, please." Sam said.

"Okay." Wendy replied, a little disappointed, before walking away.

Dean dropped his head, then looked over at Sam, "You know, Sam, we are allowed to have fun once in awhile." he said, pointing to Wendy as she walked away. "That's fun."

Sam shook his head before quickly looking around, "Where's Y/N?" he asked, not seeing you, which was odd because usually you were never far from Dean.

Dean rolled his eyes, "Outside." he said, almost pouting.

Sam chuckled, "And you are so bothered by that because?" he asked.

Dean shrugged his shoulders, "I'm not." he said, not convincing Sam at all.

"It's probably just Bobby checking in." Sam said.

Dean shook his head, "No, she wouldn't leave if it was Bobby. It's probably Jake fuckin' Bradley." Dean said, toying with the newspaper in his hand before passing it over to Sam. "Here, look-" he got out before Sam interrupted.

"Wait, Jake Bradley? Like the Jake Bradley that you hate for no apparent reason?" Sam asked, despite knowing the reason why his brother hated the guy.

"I have a reason. The guy is a total tool, a complete fuckin' douche bag." Dean said, quickly quieting himself when he saw you walk back in.

You smiled over at him before sitting down next to him, "You find anything?" you asked, knowing that he was reading through the paper when you excused yourself outside to take a phone call.

"Everything ok?" Dean asked, ignoring your question and gesturing to the phone in your hand.

"Oh, yeah." you said, waving him off. "Someone just needed some help on a case. So, whatcha got?" you asked, trying to move on to a different subject.

"Here, take a look at this. I think I got one." Dean said, gesturing for you to look at the paper that Sam was holding. "Lake Manitoc, Wisconsin. Last week Sophie Carlton, eighteen, walks into the lake, and doesn't walk out. Authorities dragged the water, nothing. Sophie Carlton is the third Lake Manitoc drowning this year. None of the other bodies were found either. They had a funeral two days ago." Dean explained, looking between you and Sam to see what the two of you thought.

"Could be our kind of thing. I think it's definitely worth checking out." you said, glancing up at Dean from the newspaper Sam had passed you.

"A funeral?" Sam asked, confused.

"Yeah, it's weird. They buried an empty coffin...for, uh, closure or whatever." Dean said, shrugging his shoulders.

"Grief makes people do weird fuckin' shit." you said, looking up from the newspaper.

"Closure? What closure? People don't just disappear, Dean. Other people just stop looking for them." Sam said, and you knew exactly where this was headed.

"Something you want to say to me?" Dean asked, eyeing his brother.

"For the love of God, boys. " you sighed, resting your chin in your hand, "Can we not start with the bullshit this early?" you asked, only to be ignored.

"The trail for Dad, it's getting colder every day." Sam said.

"Exactly, so what are we supposed to do?" Dean asked.

"I don't know. Something. Anything." Sam said, frustrated.

"We are doing something, Sam. I'm sure we'll get another sign soon, but until then..." you said, trailing off.

"You know, what? I'm sick of this attitude. You don't think we want to find Dad as much as you do?" Dean asked, motioning between you and him.

"Yeah, I know you do. It's just-" Sam tried to say before Dean cut him off.

"We're the ones that have been with him every single day for the past two years, while you've been off to college, going to pep rallies. We will find Dad, but until then, we're gonna kill everything bad between here and there, okay?" Dean ranted as you reached for his hand under the table, giving it a gentle squeeze.

Sam rolled his eyes before looking over at Dean, who was now too busy looking at you to notice him, "All right, Lake Manitoc." Sam said, agreeing to go along with what Dean had said. "Hey!" he shouted when Dean didn't respond.

"Huh." Dean said, tearing his eyes away from your hand on his.

"How far?" Sam asked.

The car slowed to a stop in front of the Carlton house, and Dean cut the engine before the three of you climbed out and walked to the door, Dean taking the lead and knocking.

"Will Carlton?" Dean asked the young man that opened the door.

"Yeah, that's right." he said, looking at the three of you.

"I'm Agent Ford. This is Agent Hamill." Dean said, introducing himself and Sam first. "And this is Agent Fisher. We're with the US Wildlife Service." he finished, the three of you holding up fake badges for him to see.

Will Carlton escorted the three of you to the lake, his father, Bill Carlton, was sitting on a bench on the dock. "She was about a hundred yards out. That's where she got dragged down." Will explained, pointing to the lake.

"And you're sure she didn't just drown?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, she was a varsity swimmer. She practically grew up in that lake. She was as safe out there as in her own bathtub." Will answered.

"So no splashing? No signs of distress?" Sam asked.

"Did you hear anything? Anything at all? Strange sounds or her calling for help, maybe?" you quickly added.

Will shook his head, "No, that's what I'm telling you." he said.

"Did you see any shadows in the water? Maybe some dark shape breach the surface?" Sam asked.

"No, again, she was really far out there." Will replied.

"You ever see any tracks by the shoreline?" Dean asked, glancing over at you asked you walked by him, subtly scanning the area as you walked to the car.

"No, never. Why? What do you think's out there?" Will asked, a little nervous.

"We'll let you know as soon as we do." Dean said, starting after you back towards the car.

"What about your father?" Sam asked, thinking he may be able to provide more information. "Can we talk to him?"

Will glanced at his father before turning back to Sam, "Look, if you don't mind, I mean...he didn't see anything and he's kind of been through a lot." he said.

"We understand." Sam said before turning to follow after you and Dean.

"Now, I'm sorry, but why does the Wildlife Service care about an accidental drowning?" Sheriff Jake Devins asked, the three of you now standing inside the local police station.

"You sure it was accidental?" you asked, eyeing him.

"Will Carlton saw something grab his sister." Sam added.

"Like what?" Devins asked, escorting the three of you into his office and motioning to the chairs in front of his desk. "Here, sit...please. There are no indigenous carnivores in that lake." he said as you as Sam sat down, Dean choosing to let you have the chair and stand behind you, "There's nothing even big enough to pull down a person, unless it was the Loch Ness monster."

"Yeah." Dean said, laughing, "Right." he added, Sam glancing over at him.

"We dragged that entire lake. We even ran a sonar sweep, just to be sure, and there was nothing down there." Devins explained.

"Hmm, isn't this the third missing body this year?" you asked, despite knowing the answer.

"I know. These are people from my town . These are people I care about." he said, looking sternly at you.

"We know. "Dean replied.

"Anyway." Devins said before sighing, "All this...it won't be a problem much longer."

"What do you mean? " Dean asked.

"Well, the dam, of course. " he said, surprised that Dean had asked.

"Mmm hmm...the dam." you said, nodding your head.

"Of course, the dam. It's, uh, it sprung a leak." Dean said, trying to sound sure of himself.

"It's falling apart, and the feds won't give us the grant to repair it, so they've opened the spillway, in another six months there won't be much of a lake. There won't be much of a town, either, but as Federal Wildlife, you already knew that." Devins said.

"Of course we did." you said, keeping eye contact with him.

"Exactly." Dean added.

A tapping on the door caused all of you to look to the door, a young woman standing there, "Sorry, am I interrupting?" she asked as you and Sam stood from your seats. "I can come back later." she said.

"Agents, this is my daughter." the sheriff said.

"Andrea Barr. Hi." she replied, introducing herself.

"Hi." Dean said again, and you nudged Sam, both of you amused by his interest in her.

"They're from the Wildlife Service...about the lake." Devins said to his daughter, explaining why the three of you were there.

"Oh." Andrea said, a little boy walking in and around her.

"Oh, hey there. What's your name?" Dean asked, the boy walking away without answering, Andrea following after him.

"His name is Lucas." the sheriff said.

Lucas and Andrea were in the main room and Andrea handed Lucas some crayons from a box.

"Is he okay?" Sam asked, concern on his face.

"My grandson's been through a lot. We all have." Devins said, standing and walking to his office door, "Well, if there's anything else I can do for you, please let me know." he said, ushering the three of you from his office.

"Thanks. You know, now that you mentioned it...could you point us in the direction of a reasonably priced motel?" Dean asked.

"Lakefront Motel. Go around the corner and it's about two blocks south." Andrea said.

"Two...would you mind showing us?" Dean asked causing you to shake your head, knowing that he had a pathetic pick up attempt planned.

"You want me to walk you two blocks?" Andrea asked, after laughing.

"Not if it's any trouble." Dean said before giving her a charming smile.

"I'm headed that way anyway." Andrea said before turning to her father, "I'll be back to pick up Lucas at three." she added before turning to Lucas, "We'll got to the park, okay, sweetie." she said, leaning down to kiss him on the head.

"Thanks again." Sam said before you all left, you and him hanging back and walking together while Dean and Andrea were out front.

"So, cute kid." Dean said, trying to make conversation.

"Thanks." Andrea said, as the four of you crossed the street.

"Kids are the best, huh?" Dean asked, Andrea glancing back at him, choosing to ignore him as she kept walking.

You and Sam were doing the best you could to not laugh, Sam coughing loudly to cover you when you slipped up.

"There it is...like I said, two blocks." Andrea said, pointing out the motel.

"Thank you." you said, a smile on your face as you walked towards the motel, Sam following after you after he thanked her himself.

"Must be hard with your sense of direction...never being able to find your way to a decent pickup line." she said before walking away, stopping just for a moment to call over her shoulder, "Enjoy your stay!"

You waited until she was a safe distance away before doubling over, no longer able to contain your laughter, "Oh my God, De." you laughed out, wiping tears from your eyes. "That was pathetic. I mean, I don't think I've ever seen you strike out so fast. I like her. I really like her." you said, still laughing.

"Kids are the best? You don't even like kids." Sam said, taking his turn to tease Dean.

"I love kids." Dean argued.

"Name three children that you even know." Sam shot back, you and him leaving Dean standing there as the two of you walked into the motel.

Sam held open the door for you, "Let's go, Casanova." you called out before walking inside, Sam following after you.

"I'm thinking!!" Dean yelled out, still stumped by Sam's question.

Sam was working on his laptop, Dean was going through his clothes, his bag next to you as you lay across the bed. You pushed his bag over, trying to make more room for yourself.

"Watch it." Dean scolded, swatting your hand away from his bag.

"It's just dirty clothes. Why can't you scoot the bag over and give me more room?" you asked before shoving his bag over.

Dean tossed the dirty t-shirt he was holding at your head, "I was here first. Move to the other bed. "Dean said, continuing to look through his bag.

"That's Sam's bed." you said as you threw the t-shirt back at him. "But I guess it is his turn to bunk with me." you said as you sat up and turned to face the other bed, missing the disappointed look on Dean's face.

"Fine." Dean sighed, quickly moving his bag over. "I'd hate for you to have to do something as hard as walking the few steps over to the next bed, princess." he said, teasing you while secretly hoping that you would stay in his bed for the night.

"Don't call me princess." you said, as you laid back down on the bed. "If anyone is a princess here...it's you." you added, adjusting the pillow under your head.

Dean tossed his bag on the floor and plopped down next to you, "Yeah, cause I'm the one complaining all the time." Dean said, looking over at you.

"I'm so glad you agree with me." you said, a smug look on your face.

Dean scoffed before quickly grabbing the pillow under his head and whacking you with it, "What are you gonna do about that, princess? Cry?" Dean taunted.

"Oh, you're so fuckin' dead." you said, grabbing your own pillow and holding it over his face as you rolled on top of him.

"Are you trying to fuckin' kill me?" he asked, ripping the pillow from his face.

You looked down at him and shrugged your shoulders, "You gonna cry about, princess?" you mocked.

Dean narrowed his eyes at you before quickly flipping you over so that he was on top of you, grabbing your arms to pin them next to your head. "Who's cryin' now?" he asked, smirking down at you.

"Pffttt...I can so get out of this." you said, your mind racing with ways to free yourself.

Dean raised an eyebrow at you, amused at your attempts to free yourself. He caught you off guard and pulled your arms over your head, pinning your wrists there with just one of his hands, his other hand coming down to your side.

"Don't you fuckin' dare, Dean Winchester. I'm warning you." you said, looking up at him.

"Warning me, huh?" he asked, looking down at you with a shit eating grin, his fingers tapping lightly against your side.

"I'm serious, De. Don't. Fuckin'. Do. It." you warned, your body tensing under his as you prepared yourself for his attack.

"I don't think you're in the position to give orders." he said before tickling you.

You started to shriek and thrash under him, "Fuck...De...stop!" you managed to get out, Dean laughing so hard he was crying.

"Hey!!" Sam barked out, finally unable to stand the noise the two of you were making while was busy trying to work. "The two of you do realize that we are here for a job, right?" he asked, glancing over his shoulder at you and his brother.

Dean had stopped tickling you, but he still had your wrists pinned over your head. Your legs were wrapped around his waist, your ankles locked together. The two of you were both breathing heavily, your faces only inches apart as you stared at each other, neither one of you wanting to make the first move.

You sucked in a quick breath when his eyes darted down to your lips, "We, uh, we better get to work." you rasped out, interrupting the moment.

"What?" Dean asked, finally pulling his focus from your lips to look at you.

"Work." you said, unlocking your ankles and releasing your hold on him.

"Oh, y-yeah." Dean said, looking down at you but not moving.

You waited a moment, not moving, waiting for him to let you go, but he didn't. "You, uh, you got to let me go, Dean." you said, moving your wrists the best you could.

"Right." Dean breathed out, a little embarrassed as he released his grip on you before rolling off of you.

You jumped up, and made your way to the table where Sam was, pulling out the chair across from him and sitting down. "Whatcha got?" you asked, your focus solely on Sam, and not on Dean who still hadn't moved from the bed.

Sam looked back at Dean, waiting for him to get up before he started to explain what he had found.

You cleared your throat, pulling Sam's attention back to you, "I asked what you had." you said, trying to give Dean a minute because God knows you needed one.

Sam shook his head and focused back on the screen in front of him, "Right, so there's the three drowning victims this year." he said.

"Any before that?" you asked, glancing back at Dean, who hadn't moved.

"Uh, yeah." Sam said as he clicked, another browser window popping up with another drowning article, "Six more spread out over the past thirty five years. Those bodies were never recovered either. If there is something out there...it's picking up its pace."

"And no-one has ever seen anything?" you asked.

Sam shook his head as Dean joined the two of you, coming to stand over Sam's shoulder, "So, what...we got a lake monster on a binge?" Dean asked, looking down at the screen, doing everything in his power to not look at you.

"This whole lake monster theory...it, it just bugs me." Sam said.

"Why?" you and Dean asked in unison, making eye contact with each other before looking quickly away.

"Lock Ness, uh, Lake Champlain, there are literally hundreds of eyewitness accounts, but here, almost nothing." Sam said, looking at the Tribune homepage. "Whatever it is out there, no one's living to talk about it." he added scrolling to the comments section of the article.

Dean pointed at the screen, "Wait...Barr, Christopher Barr. Where have I heard that name before?" Dean asked.

You stood from your spot at the table, walking around to stand behind Sam so that you could see the article, "Andrea Barr." you said, reading over the article. "Barr is Andrea's last name, so I'm assuming he's related to her somehow."

"Christopher Barr, the victim in May." Sam said, clicking a link to open a new page, Local Man in Tragic Accident the headline read, a picture of Lucas with a police officer loading soon after, "Oh, Christopher Barr was Andrea's husband, Lucas's father. Apparently he took Lucas out swimming. Lucas was on a floating wooden platform when Chris drowned, and it was two hours before the kid got rescued." Sam said, clicking the picture for a better look, his hand coming up to scratch his head, "Maybe we have an eyewitness after all."

"Jesus fucking Christ, that poor kid." you said, taking a couple of steps back.

"No wonder that kid was so freaked out. Watching one of your parents die isn't something you just get over." Dean said, and you couldn't help yourself when you reached out for his hand, Dean giving your hand a squeeze when you made contact, silently thanking you for your comfort.

"I don't know if this is gonna work." you said, as the three of you walked up to Andrea, who was sitting on a bench watching Lucas at the park.

"Can we join you?" Sam asked, Andrea looking up to see the three of you standing there.

"I'm here with my son." she said.

Dean looked over at Lucas, "Oh, mind if we say hi?" he asked before grabbing your arm and pulling you along with him.

"Tell your friend this whole Jerry Maguire thing is not gonna work on me." Andrea said, as Sam sat down next to her.

Sam looked over at you and Dean, your hands gesturing wildly as you talked, "I don't think that's what this is about." he said.

"Are you out of your fuckin' mind? Kids don't like me. You should go by yourself and just let me go back with Sam and talk to the mom." you said, Dean chuckling at you.

"Just don't say fuck." he said, glancing over at you. "Better yet...just let me do the talking." he added, you nodding your head, knowing that it would be better that way.

"How's it going?" Dean asked Lucas as the two of you crouched down next to the bench where Lucas was coloring.

Lucas didn't even look up, almost as if the two of you weren't even there. You looked over to Dean, shrugging your shoulders before mouthing, "What now?"

"Oh, we used to love these things, didn't we Y/N? We used to play with them all the time." Dean said, picking up one of the toy soldiers, imitating the sound of gun fire and explosions.

You laughed under your breath, "I think crayons is more his thing." you said, looking down at the picture he was drawing.

"That's cool. Chicks dig artists." Dean said, looking down at the pile of drawings next to Lucas, the top one was of a big, black swirl, and the next one was a red bicycle. "Hey, these are pretty good. You mind if we sit and draw with you for awhile?" Dean asked, getting no response.

You took Dean's lead and picked up a crayon and some paper, passing it to Dean before grabbing some for yourself, "Hey Lucas, how much do you wanna bet that my picture is going to be better than Dean's?" you asked as you started to draw.

"I'm not so bad myself." Dean said, as he started to draw. "You know, I'm thinking that you can hear us. You just don't want to talk. I don't know exactly what happened to your dad, but I know it was something real bad. I think I know how you feel. When I was your age I saw something." Dean said, pausing for a moment before he continued. "Anyway. Well, maybe you don't think anyone will listen to you, or uh...believe you. I want you to know that we will. You don't have to say anything. You could draw us a picture about what you saw that day with your dad, on the lake." he added, waiting a minute to see if Lucas would respond. "Okay, no problem. This is for you." he said holding his picture out to Lucas.

"This is my family." Dean said, pointing out each person he drew. "That's my dad. That's my mom. That's my geek brother, and that's me. Oh, can't forget Y/N. That's her right there next to me." he said, a smile on your face that he added you to his family portrait.

"All right, so I'm a sucky artist." he breathed out, a little frustrated that the two of you were getting nowhere.

"Ok, my turn." you said, laying your crayon down on the bench and showing your picture to Lucas. "When I was around your age I was trapped in a pretty scary situation. I was all by myself and I remember being so scared. I was scared that nobody would be able to find me, and that nobody would come to help me, but Dean did. He found me and he helped me. He made everything all better, and I wasn't scared anymore. I know, he could do that for you Lucas, if you let him. Dean's very good at helping people." you said, both Dean and Lucas looking down at your badly drawn picture of Dean as a superhero, cape and all. "Trust me, he's basically Batman." you added, laying the picture down on the bench.

The two of you waited a few minutes to see if Lucas would give you anything, "We'll see you around, Lucas." Dean said, rising to his feet, you following after him.

"So, I'm Batman?" Dean teasingly asked, as the two of you made your way back to Sam and Andrea.

"Oh God, I was trying to think of something that he might relate to, and Batman is cool as fuck. Everyone likes him." you said.

"Were you talking about the time you got locked in a trunk in the scrapyard? You and Sam were playing hide and seek, right?" Dean asked, thinking back on the memory.

You nodded, "It wasn't one of my best ideas, but I wanted to win. I don't even remember how long I was in there before you found me." you said.

"At least an hour, probably longer." Dean said, laughing under his breath, earning himself a swat from you.

"It's not funny. I still don't like tiny, closed in places to this fuckin' day. How'd you find me anyway?" you asked, turning to look up at him.

"Well, when I noticed Sam was alone I asked him where you were, and he told me that you guys were playing hide and seek and he couldn't find you." he said.

"How'd you know where to look?" you asked, surprised that the two of you had never talked about this before.

"You always liked to play around the cars, so I just started looking out there until I found you. I'll never forget the look on your face when I opened up that trunk. I don't think I have even seen you move that fast. You didn't stop running until you got back to the house." Dean said, slowly shaking his head, a smile on his face.

"It took me forever to go back out there." you said, the two of you coming up on Sam and Andrea.

You reached out and grabbed Dean's arm, stopping him, "Thanks for finding me." you said, a soft smile on your face. "I don't think I ever told you thanks." you added before walking towards Sam and Andrea, Dean hanging back a moment and watching after you.

"Lucas hasn't said a word, not even to me. Not since his dad's accident." Andrea said.

"Yeah, we heard. Sorry." you said, Dean stepping up to your side a few moments later.

"What are the doctors saying?" Sam asked.

"That it's some kind of post traumatic stress." Andrea replied.

"That can't be easy for either of you. "Sam said.

"We moved in with my dad. He helps out a lot. It's just...when I think about what Lucas went through, what he saw..." she trailed off, lost in her thoughts.

"Kids are strong. You'd be surprised what they can deal with." Dean said, knowing from experience.

"You know, he used to have such life. He was hard to keep up with, to tell you the truth. Now, he just sits there, drawing those pictures, playing with those army men. I just wish-" she stopped short when she saw Lucas walk up, a picture in his hand, "Hey, sweetie."

Lucas handed Dean the picture, briefly glancing up at you before walking away, "Thanks. Thanks, Lucas." Dean said to him as the two of you looked at the picture, a drawing of the Carlton house.

"Well, looks like we got something, Batman." you said, getting a confused look from both Andrea and Sam.

You and Dean were sitting on the bed in the motel room when Sam walked in, "So, I think it's safe to say we can rule out Nessie." he said.

"What do you mean?" Dean asked, both yours and his attention on Sam.

Sam sat down on his bed, "I just drove past the Carlton house. There was an ambulance there. Will Carlton is dead." he said, looking between the two of you as he broke the news.

You sighed, "What the fuck? You'd think he would have stayed away from the lake." you said.

"He drowned?" Dean asked.

"Yep...in the sink." Sam replied.

"In the...sink." you said, shaking your head in disbelief.

"What the hell? So, you're right, this isn't a creature. We're dealing with something else." Dean said.

"Yeah, but what?" Sam asked, hoping that either you or Dean would have an idea.

"I don't know. Water wraith, maybe? Some kind of demon? I mean, something that controls water...water that comes from the same source." Dean said.

"The lake." you and Sam blurted out in unison.

"Yeah." Dean said, nodding his head.

"Which would explain why it's upping the body count. The lake is draining. It'll be dry in a few months." Sam said.

"Whatever the thing is, whatever it wants, it's running out of time." you added, flopping backwards on the bed.

"And if it can get through the pipes, it can get to anyone, almost anywhere." Dean said, standing from the bed. "This is gonna happen again soon." he said as he walked to the chair and took a seat.

"And we do know one thing for sure. We know this has got something to do with Bill Carlton." Sam said.

"Yeah, it took both of his kids." Dean said.

"And I've been asking around. Lucas's dad, Chris...Bill Carlton's godson." Sam added, the pieces of the puzzle starting to come together.

"Well, boys." you said, getting to your feet. "I think you know what we need to do now." you said, grabbing your jacket.

"Let's go pay Mr. Carlton a visit." Dean said, both him and Sam on the same page as you.

Bill Carlton was sitting on the bench on the dock, "Mr. Carlton?" Sam asked, Bill looking up as the three of you approached, "We'd like to ask you a few questions. If you don't mind." Sam said.

"We're from the Department-" Dean tried to say before Bill cut him off.

"I don't care who you're with. I've answered enough questions today." he said.

"Your son said he saw something in the lake. What about you? You ever see anything out there? Mr. Carlton, Sophie's drowning and Will's death...we think there might be a connection to you or your family." Sam said, hoping to get him to cooperate.

"My children are gone. It's...it's worse than dying. Go away, please." Bill said, a distant look in his eyes.

The three of you walked back to the car, "So, what do you guys think?" Sam asked.

"Aw, I think the poor guys been through hell. I also think he's not telling us something." Dean said.

"I agree. I mean, I feel really fuckin' bad for the guy, but Dean's right...he definitely knows something." you said, taking a spot next to Sam, both of you leaning against the car.

"So, now what?" Sam asked, noticing how still Dean went. "What is it?"

"Huh." Dean said, his attention on the Carlton house. "Maybe Bill's not the only one who knows something." he said, pulling out the picture Lucas gave him before looking over at you and Sam.

"I'm sorry, but I don't think it's a good idea." Andrea said.

"I just need to talk to him." Dean said, the three of you standing in Andrea's house, trying to get her to let you see Lucas. "Just for a few minutes."

"Please, Andrea. It's really very important." you said, looking over at her.

"He won't say anything. What good's it gonna do?" she asked.

"Andrea, we think more people might get hurt. We think something's happening out there." Sam said.

"My husband, the others, they just drowned. That's all." she said.

"If that's what you really believe, then we'll go...but if you think there's even a possibility that something else could be going on here, then please let us talk to your son." Dean said, glancing over at you.

Andrea reluctantly agreed and led the three of you up to Lucas's bedroom. He was coloring, toy soldiers standing around him, as the four of you stood in his doorway.

Dean stepped inside, looking over his shoulder to see if you were following after him, turning back around once you walked into the room.

The two of you crouched next to Lucas, "Hey Lucas. You remember us?" Dean asked, taking notice of the two pictures of a red bicycle he had drawn. "You know, we, uh, we wanted to thank you for that last drawing...but the thing is, we need your help again." he added.

You looked down at what he was drawing, a person in water, "He's right, Lucas. Your last picture really helped us." you said.

Dean opened the picture Lucas had given him and placed it in front of Lucas, "How did you know to draw this? Did you know something bad was gonna happen? Maybe you could nod your head yes or no for us." Dean tried, Lucas not responding at all.

"We know you're scared, Lucas, but if you could just help us one more time we would be really thankful, and we might be able to help a lot of other people." you said as you picked up one of the toy soldiers next to you, "I know it's hard to be brave when you're scared, but we know you could do it, just like one of these guys. Soldiers have to try their best to be brave even when they're scared." you added, placing the toy soldier down in front of him.

"We understand. See, when I was your age, I saw something real bad happen to my mom, and I was scared, too. I didn't feel like talking, just like you, but see, my mom...I know she wanted me to be brave. I think about that every day, and I do my best to be brave, and maybe, your dad wants you to be brave too. "Dean said.

Lucas dropped his crayon and looked up at Dean before glancing over at you. He handed Dean another picture. This one was of white church, a yellow house, and a boy with a blue baseball cap and a ride bicycle in front of a wooden fence.

"Thanks, Lucas." Dean said before rising to his feet.

"We're really proud of how brave you're being, and I know your dad would be proud too. You are helping a lot of people, Lucas." you said, smiling softly at him before joining Dean.

The three of you were in the Impala, Sam holding the picture of the church that Lucas had drawn.

"Andrea said the kid never drew like that until his dad died." Dean said.

"Maybe it's just his way of getting it all out." you said, leaning up from your spot in the backseat.

Sam nodded his head, "There are cases...going through a traumatic experience could make people more sensitive to premonitions, psychic tendencies." Sam said.

"So, you think Lucas is psychic?" you asked.

"Whatever's out there, what if Lucas is tapping into it somehow? I mean, it's only a matter of time before somebody else drowns, so if either of one of you have a better lead, please." Dean said, glancing over at you and Sam.

You shook your head, and Sam shrugged his shoulders, "All right, we got another house to find." Sam said, looking down at the picture.

"The only problem is there is about a thousand yellow two stories in the county alone." Dean said, slightly discouraged.

"See this church? I bet there's less than a thousand of those around here." Sam said, pointing to the church in the drawing.

"Well, look at you, Sammy." you said, ruffling his hair, earning yourself a glare.

"Oh, College Boy, thinks he's so smart." Dean teased.

"You know, um...what you said about Mom...you never told me that before." Sam said, looking over at Dean.

"It's not a big deal." Dean said, brushing it off. "Oh God, we're not gonna have to hug or something, are we?" he added.

"You love hugs, and you know it." you said, before leaning back into your spot, the three of you keeping your eyes peeled for the right house.

"This has got to be it." you said as the three of you approached a white church shaped like the one in Lucas's drawing.

Dean help up the picture, comparing it to the scene in front of him. There was a yellow house next to the church, and a wooden fence near the house. You and Sam both looked at Dean before looking up at the church, and deciding to cross the street to get to the house.

"We're sorry to bother you, ma'am, but does a little boy live here, by chance? He might wear a blue ball cap, has a red bicycle." Dean said, to the elderly woman before him.

"No, sir. Not for a very long time. Peter's been gone for thirty five years now." she sadly said, looking over at a picture of Peter on the side table before sighing, "The police never...I never had any idea what happened. He just disappeared." she said, Sam pointing out a number of toy soldiers on a table to you and Dean. "Losing him...you know, it's...it's worse than dying." she added, so much sadness in her voice.

"We really are sorry, ma'am." you said, feeling so bad for her.

"Did he disappear from here? I mean, from this house?" Dean asked.

"He was supposed to ride his bike straight home after school, and he never showed up." she said, as Dean picked a picture off of the mirror.

There were two boys in the photo, one was Peter with his bicycle. Dean turned the picture over and read from the back, "Peter Sweeney and Billy Carlton. 1970."

The three of you were back in the Impala, on your way to see Bill Carlton.

"Okay, this little boy Peter Sweeney vanishes, and this is all connected to Bill Carlton somehow." Sam said, trying to make sense of everything.

"Yeah, Bill sure as hell seems to be hiding something, huh?" Dean asked.

"I sure as hell think so." you said, leaning forward from the backseat, "I mean, it can't just be a fuckin' coincidence. It never is."

Sam nodded, "And Bill, the people he loves, they're all getting punished." he said.

"What if, whatever this thing is thinks he deserves it somehow?" you asked.

"So, you're thinking that Bill did something to Peter?" Dean asked quickly glancing over at you.

You sighed, "I don't know, maybe." you said.

"What if Bill killed him?" Sam asked, running with your theory.

"I mean, it makes sense to me." you said, looking over at Sam.

"Peter's spirit would be furious. It'd want revenge. It's possible." Dean said as he pulled into the front of the Carlton house, the three of you getting out and approaching the house.

"Mr. Carlton?" Sam called out, the sound of a roaring engine catching your attention.

"Hey, check it out." Dean said, the three of you running to the end of the dock, yelling. "Mr. Carlton! You need to come back! Come out of the water! Turn the boat around!" Dean yelled, trying to get his attention.

"Mr. Carlton, you have to listen to us!! Come back!" you yelled to no avail.

"Mr. Carlton!!" Sam tried, but Bill ignored it and kept going, the water rising up and flipping over Bill's boat, both Bill and the boat vanishing.

"Oh, God damn it." you said, shaking your head, frustrated that he didn't listen.

Lucas was sitting in a chair in the police station, rocking back and forth. Andrea was sitting next to him holding a paper bag and a plastic container, "Baby, what's wrong?" she asked, looking at Lucas with concern until she saw her father and you, Sam and Dean walk into the door.

"Sam, Dean, Y/N." she said, standing up, putting the bag and container down on her chair, "I didn't expect to see you here."

"So, now you're on a first name basis. What are you even doing here?" Devins asked.

"I brought you dinner." she replied.

The sheriff glanced over to the three of you, "I'm sorry, sweetheart, I don't really have the time." he said.

" I heard about Bill Carlton. Is it true? Is something going on with the lake?" she asked.

"Right now, we don't know what the truth is, but I think it might be better if you and Lucas went on home." Devins said, Lucas looking up and whining, looking scared as he jumped up and grabbed Dean's arm, quickly grabbing you with his other hand.

"Lucas, hey...what is it?" Dean asked.

"Lucas, it's okay. Hey, it's okay." you said, trying to soothe him.

"Lucas." Andrea said, as she pulled him away from you and Dean, leading him outside, Lucas keeping eye contact with you and Dean as long as he could.

Devins threw his jacket down and went into his office, the three of you following after him, "Okay, just so I'm clear, you see...something attack Bill's boat, sending Bill, who is a very good swimmer, by the way...into the drink, and you never see him again?" Devins asked.

Dean glanced over at you and Sam, "Yeah, that about sums it up." he said.

"And I'm supposed to believe this even though I've already sonar swept that entire lake? And what you're describing is impossible, and you're not really Wildlife Service." he said, surprising the three of you. "That's right, I checked. Department's never even heard of you three."

"Umm...see, now, we can explain that." you said, trying to come up with an explanation off the top of your head.

"Enough, please. The only reason the three of you are breathing free air is one of Bill's neighbors saw him steering out that boat just before you did. So, we have a couple of options here. I can arrest the three of you for impersonating government officials, and hold you as material witnesses to Bill Carlton's disappearance, or we can chalk this all up to a bad day. You get into your car. You put this town in your rearview mirror, and you don't ever darken my doorstep again." Devins said, Sam reaching out to grab your hand to keep you from saying anything.

"Door number two sounds good." Sam said, still squeezing your hand, warning you to keep quiet.

"That's the one I'd pick." Devins said, looking between the three of you, a stern look on his face.

The three of you were back in the Impala, waiting at a traffic light. None of you had said anything since leaving the police station.

"Green." Sam said, breaking the silence when he noticed that the light had changed and Dean hadn't moved.

"What?" Dean asked.

"Light's green." Sam said, Dean turning right instead, "Uh, the interstate's the other way."

"I know." Dean replied.

"But Dean, this job is over." Sam said, not sure why Dean turned around.

"I'm not so sure. "Dean said.

"Me either. I just have a bad feeling about this one." you said.

"If Bill murdered Peter Sweeney and Peter's spirit got it's revenge, case closed. The spirit should be at rest." Sam argued.

"I don't know, Sam. Something isn't right...I just...I don't think it would hurt to go back and make sure." you said.

Dean nodded, "All right, so what if we take off and this thing isn't done? You know, what if more people get hurt?" Dean asked, glancing over at Sam.

"But why would you guys think that?" Sam asked, turning in his seat so he could look at both of you.

"Lucas." you said, Dean nodding his head.

"He was really scared. " Dean added.

"That's what this is about?" Sam asked.

"I just don't want to leave this town until I know the kid's okay." Dean said.

"Me either. Come on, Sam. It's not going to hurt anything. I just want to make sure there are no loose ends." you said, looking at Sam with pleading eyes.

"Who are you two, and what have you done with my brother and my pain in the ass friend?" Sam asked, a small smile on his face.

"Oh, fuck off Sam. I'm not a pain in the ass." you said, punching his shoulder playfully.

"Yeah, shut up." Dean said.

The three of you were standing outside of Andrea's house.

"You guys sure about this? It's pretty late." Sam said, still unsure that you should even be there.

"Do it." you said to Dean and he rang the doorbell, Lucas flinging open the door, desperately afraid moments later.

"Lucas? Lucas!" Dean said before Lucas took off, the three of you following after him.

Water was pouring from underneath the bathroom door, and down the stairs. Lucas started to pound on the bathroom door before Dean pulled him back allowing Sam to kick the door in.

Lucas latched onto Dean, leaving you and Sam to deal with the bathroom situation. Both of you ran inside to see Andrea struggling in the bathtub, fighting for her life.

"Oh, fuck." you said, both you and Sam reaching into the water for her.

Both of you struggled to pull her above water, just as you managed to pull her up, she was pulled back under. "Oh, fuck me. God damn it, Sam, pull!" you yelled, not meaning to come off so harsh, but the pressure of getting her out in time was getting to you.

"I am pulling." Sam yelled back, finally managing to pull her all the way out of the water.

"Here." you said, grabbing a towel to cover her as she coughed up water.

Dawn was breaking and Sam and Andrea were sitting in the living room. Andrea now dry and wearing comfortable clothes.

"Can you tell me?" Sam asked.

"No." she replied, glancing over to you and Dean who were looking through notebooks on the bookshelves. "It doesn't make any sense." she said, starting to cry. "I'm going crazy." she added, putting her face in her hands.

"No, you're not. Tell me what happened. Everything." Sam said.

"I heard...I thought I heard...there was this voice." she said, and you walked closer, intrigued by what she was saying.

"What did it say?" Sam asked.

"It said...it said come play with me." she sobbed out, "What's happening?"

You glanced back at Dean and saw him pull a scrapbook from the shelf, flipping through the pages before he closed it and walked over to Andrea and Sam, placing the book in front of Andrea as you joined them.

"Do you recognize the kids in these pictures?" Dean asked.

"What? Um, um, no. I mean, except that's my dad right there. He must have been about twelve in these pictures." she said moving her finger over to another picture of her father as a child, who was standing next to Peter.

"Oh, shit." you breathed out, Dean nodding his head.

"Chris Barr's drowning, the connection wasn't to Bill Carlton. It must have been to the sheriff." Dean said.

"Bill and the sheriff." you said, shaking your head.

"They were both involved with Peter." Sam added.

"What about Chris? My dad...what are you guys talking about?" Andrea asked, completely confused.

Before anyone could answer her Dean noticed Lucas staring out the window, "Lucas? Lucas, what is it?" he asked before Lucas opened the door and walked outside, everyone following after him.

"Lucas, honey?" Andrea asked, Lucas stopping and looking down at the ground before looking between you and Dean.

"You and Lucas get back to the house and stay there, ok." Dean said, to Andrea, and she quickly pulled Lucas back towards the house.

"Guess, we better start digging." you said, toeing the dirt with your boot, Sam leaving to go grab some shovels from the Impala's trunk.

Sam and Dean had been digging for a few minutes, there were only two shovels, when Sam's shovel clanked against something.

You dropped to your knees and started to dig with your hands, "Shit. Help me pull this out." you said, looking up at them.

"Peter's bike." Sam said, looking at the dirt covered, red bicycle.

"Who are you?" someone asked, the three of you quickly turning around to see Jake Devins pointing a gun at you.

"Put the gun down, Jake." Sam said, nice and easy, making no sudden movements.

"How did you know that was there?" he asked, weapon still raised.

"Why don't you tell us how it got there." you said, Dean slowly moving forward, trying to put you behind him.

"What happened? You and Bill killed Peter, drowned him in the lake, and then buried the bike? You can't bury the truth, Jake. Nothing stays buried." Dean said.

"Yeah, it always comes back to bite you in the ass." you said, Dean partially blocking you from him.

"I don't know what the hell you're talking about." Jake said.

"You and Bill killed Peter Sweeney thirty five years ago. That's what the hell we're talking about." Dean said.

Andrea had noticed her father holding the three of you at gunpoint, and she told Lucas to go to his room before running outside.

"Dad!" she yelled, trying to get his attention.

"And now you got one seriously pissed off spirit." you said.

"It's gonna take Andrea, Lucas, everyone you love. It's gonna drown them, and it's gonna drag their bodies God knows where, so you can feel the same pain Peter's mom felt. Then, after that, it's gonna take you, and it's not gonna stop until it does." Sam said.

"Yeah, and how do you know that?" Jake asked.

"Because that's exactly what it did to Bill Carlton." Sam replied.

"Listen to yourselves, all of you, you're insane." Jake said, looking between the three of you.

"I don't really give a rat's ass what you think of us, but if we're gonna bring down this spirit...we need to find the remains, salt them, and burn them into dust. Now, tell me you buried Peter somewhere. Tell me you didn't just let him go in the lake." Dean said.

"Dad, is any of this true?" Andrea asked, in shock.

"No, don't listen to them. They're liars, and they're dangerous." Jake said.

"Something tried to drown me. Chris died on that lake. Dad, look at me." she said, Jake looking over at her. "Tell me you...you didn't kill anyone." she said, Jake looking away from her in shame. "Oh my God." she exclaimed, in disbelief.

"Billy and I were at the lake. Peter was the smallest one. We always bullied him, but this time it got rough. We were holding his head under the water. We didn't mean to, but we held him under too long and he drowned. We let the body go, and it sank." Jake explained.

"Fuck, of course you did." you said, shaking your head.

"Oh, Andrea, we were kids. We were so scared. It was a mistake, but Andrea, to say that I have anything to do with these drownings, with Chris, because of some ghost? It's not rational." Jake argued.

"Yeah, well, what in the fuck do you think is happening? How do you explain it?" you asked, annoyed with him.

"All right, listen to me, all of you. We need to get you away from this lake, as far as we can, right now." Dean said, the only plan coming to his mind that would keep everyone safe.

"Lucas!" Jake yelled, all of you running to the dock to reach him.

"Lucas!" Dean shouted, running as fast as he could.

"Lucas! Baby, stay where you are!" Andrea pleaded.

A hand came up from the water and pulled Lucas in just as all of you reached the edge of the lake. Jake stopped, recognizing Peter in the water while you, Sam, and Dean dove in.

"Andrea, stay there!" you ordered, before diving back under water.

"No! Lucas." she screamed.

"We'll get him. Just stay on the dock." Sam said before diving back under, Dean coming back up, you and Sam following after him a minute later.

"Sam? Y/N?" Dean asked, the two of you shaking your heads to let him know that you hadn't found him.

"Lucas, where are you?" Andrea asked, in a complete panic.

Jake took off his jacket just as the three of you went back under, "Peter, if you can hear me...please. Peter, I'm sorry. I'm so...I'm sorry." he said.

"Daddy, no!!" Andrea screamed.

"Peter, Lucas, he's...he's just a little boy. Please, it's not his fault. It's mine. Please, take me." Jake begged, desperate to save his grandson.

The three of you came back up for air, all of you discouraged, and starting to fear the worst since none of you had found him yet.

"Jake, no!" Dean shouted, looking over at him wading in the water.

Peter surfaced, "Just let it be over." Jake pleaded before he was dragged down.

"Daddy! Daddy! No!" Andrea screamed as the three of you dove back down. "No!"

You and Sam popped up at the same time, both of you shaking your heads, Andrea mouthing the word no before Dean popped up holding a completely still Lucas.

The three of you were walking out of your motel room towards the car. Dean opened the door and Sam tossed in a duffel bag.

"Look, we're not gonna save everybody. "Sam said, noticing how you and Dean were acting.

"I know." Dean breathed out while you just nodded your head.

"Sam, Dean, Y/N." Andrea said, as she walked up with Lucas.

"Hey." Dean greeted, a smile on his face to see Lucas up and about.

"We're glad we caught you. We just, um, we made you lunch for the road." she said, looking down at Lucas, who was carrying a tray of sandwiches. "Lucas insisted on making the sandwiches himself."

"Can I give it to them now?" Lucas asked, shocking you when you heard him speak.

"Of course." Andrea said, smiling as she bent down to kiss the top of his head.

"Come on, Lucas. Let's load this into the car." Dean said, you and Lucas following after him.

"How you holding up?" Sam asked Andrea as they watched the three of you walk away.

"It's just gonna take a long time to sort through everything, You know?" she said.

Sam sighed, "Andrea, I'm sorry."

She shook her head, "You saved my son. I can't ask for more than that. Dad loved me. He loved Lucas. No matter what he did...I just have to hold on to that." She said, as Dean put the sandwiches in the car.

"All right, if you're gonna be talking now, this is a very important phrase, so I want you to repeat it one more time." Dean said, causing you to chuckle.

"Zeppelin rules!" Lucas excitedly said.

"That's right. Up high." Dean said, holding his hand up for a high five.

"You take care of your mom, okay." you said, smiling down at him.

"All right." Lucas said, before digging into his pocket and pulling out a folded up piece of paper, handing it over to you as Sam and Andrea walked up.

"Thank, Lucas." you said, turning your head just in time to see Andrea kiss Dean.

"Thank you." she said, smiling at him.

Dean thought for a moment, his hand coming up to scratch his head as he walked around the car, uncomfortable that you had seen that, "Sam, Y/N, move your asses. We're gonna run out of daylight before we hit the road." Dean said, getting into the car, a little flustered.

You and Sam quickly got in, not wanting to upset him, the three of you smiling and waving at Andrea and Lucas as you drove off.

"You seem a little flustered there, De." you said, leaning up from the backseat.

"I'm not." Dean said, his eyes on the road.

You nudged his shoulder with your elbow, "I think you could have gotten a little MILF action if we would have stayed." you teased, Sam chucking at your remark.

Dean shook his head, "You're ridiculous." he said, glancing over at you. "Hey, what did Lucas give you?" he asked, changing the subject.

"Oh, a picture." you said, reaching back for it before passing it over to Sam.

Sam smiled when he opened it. "We all have capes on" he said, looking down at the picture before passing it to you, you holding it out so Dean could see.

"Yeah, I kind of told him Dean was basically Batman, and I guess he thinks we all are now." you said to Sam, Dean smiling ear to ear when he looked at the picture.

"But why are you holding Dean's hand?" Sam asked, a smile on his face as he pointed it out.

"I'm not." you said, looking closer at the picture to see that you, in fact, were holding Dean's hand. "I think he just drew our hands a little close together." you said.

Sam nodded, "Mmm hmm...then why is there a heart?" he asked, pointing to the heart that Lucas had drawn above your heads.

"What? That's a...a smudge, or a bird." you said, Sam laughing loudly.

"Oh, knock it off, Sam." you said, folding the picture back up and leaning back into your seat.

Sam turned in his seat to face you, ready to keep teasing you. "Sam." Dean warned, looking over at him.

"Fine." Sam said, still smiling as he turned back around.

You caught Dean's eye in the rearview mirror and smiled at him before mouthing the words thank you.

Dean quickly looked over his shoulder, smiling back at you and shooting you a quick wink before turning his attention back to the road, the three of you on your way to find the next case.

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mason x detective sofía olmos

i was tagged by both @masonsfreckles and @havennly ! thank you so much !

not tagging anyone but if you wanna do this, take this as a sign!

[putting it under the cut bc it’s long and there’s some nsfw content lmao. also some of this is subject to change bc i’m still fleshing them out !]

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DISAGREEMENTS.

who is more likely to raise their voice?

oh definitely mason bc he gets annoyed at everything, including if sofía is being too sympathetic (i mean look at the end of book 2 lmao he literally rolls his eyes at her if she says him being in the hospital bed is her fault)

who threatens to leave but never actually does?

sofía definitely lmao because she thinks it might get him to commit and it does not !

who actually keeps their word and leaves?

neither. they need each other too much

who trashes the house?

mason. sofía is a bit of a neat freak with her apartment (not her work space)

do either of them get physical?

oh no - he’d take a bullet for her (tho he won’t admit it). he’d never do that

how often do they argue/disagree?

usually petty disagreements at the beginning bc they’re learning more about each other - over time they share looks of knowing and instantly understand each other.

who is the first to apologize?

sofía to a fault

SEX.

who is on top? who is on bottom?

mason but it starts switching as sofía gains more sexual confidence

any kinks?

i love how this early on in the ask game it just jumps into the horny shit LMAO with that being said, yes :) KSDFJKSDKJF nothing like too crazy but stuff like hair pulling, choking, dirty talk, edging, blindfolds, basic bondage, spanking, praising.. that type of stuff lmao

who has the strangest desires?

honestly sofía. mason’s tried essentially everything he’s ever wanted to try, so he knows what he likes. and sofía hasn’t had the most ~daring~ partners lmao so she asks things she thinks is very crazy and strange (for her) and mason is like “....ok sure” SDJKFKJSDJFK

who’s dominant in bed?

mason. tho he does enjoy being dominated as well

is head ever in the equation?

*see book 2* LMAO but fr i wouldn’t say it’s like worshipping but yea it happens often <3

if so, who is better at performing it?

mason at first, since he’s way more experienced and sofía is a bit more timid, but over time she wins !

ever had sex in public?

yes even though pre-ub meeting she would’ve literally never dreamed of doing it out of embarrassment, but he brings her out of her shell sexually. again, *see book 2* LMAO

who moans the most?

i’d honestly hc mason as being more vocal at first bc he’s a heavy talker in bed, but since like i said, he brings her out of her shell, she quickly matches him. so ig equal later on in the relationship !

who leaves the most marks?

long lasting marks? definitely mason. seeing marks on her after they hook up and she’s desperately trying to hide it with her hair, a scarf, makeup, etc, excites the hell out of him. but in terms of short term? definitely sofía. but they heal quick

who is the more experienced of the two?

mason ofc KJSDFKJSDFKJ

do they ‘fuck’ or ‘make love’?

they definitely fuck, but poor sofía is secretly hoping it’ll turn into a more intimate session. bc as of book 2 she’s taking any of his even remotely gentle actions as a sign LMAO poor baby

how long do they usually last?

depends on how long they’ve been away from each other. either it’s frantic and rough and quick or it’s longer and passionate and prolonged.

rough or soft?

rough - she doesn’t mind that though because she’s never really had it that way. i can’t imagine bobby was skilled at sex if he was that bad at kissing LMAO. and before that it was clumsy teenage sex so she’s just glad to be doing something that she gets actual pleasure from LMAO

is protection used?

even though sofía is strict asf about wearing protection she kind of threw that out the window when she started hooking up w a vampire LMAO [me saying lmao like 6 times under the sex portion of this bc i feel like i’m being too horny on main and am weird ab it KJSDFJKSDFJK]

does it ever get boring?

maybe for mason if he thinks its too vanilla but he’d be very vocal ab being bored if it ever happened

where is the strangest place they’d have sex?

not necessarily a place together, but i have absolutely no doubt that mason’s called her in the middle of something important and tried having phone sex with her and she’s flustered as fuck trying to keep it together and he’s just... talking to her like he does and getting her all worked up. since he absolutely livesssss to fluster her !

i have no doubt that they fucked while she was supposed to be patrolling LMFAO. probably more than once to be honest. more than twice. idk let’s just say that she def looks forward to patrolling with ub more than she used to

FAMILY.

do they plan on having children/or have children?

hell no

if so, how many children do they want/have?

none

AFFECTION.

who likes to cuddle?

sofía does and it takes him a longggg time to warm up to it

who gets naughty in the most inappropriate of places?

mason of course LMAO dirty talk in the ear here, an ass grab there. ya know. that kind of stuff KJSFKKJFD

who struggles to keep their hands to themselves?

mason again ! sofía is definitely curvaceous in the ass area [yes she has a fat ass and she deserves it] and he Does Not want to keep his hands off of her.

how long can they cuddle until one becomes uncomfortable?

sofía is hot natured and it bugs the shit out of mason so he would grumble and move away... if he stayed :/

what is their favourite non-sexual activity?

stargazing! tbh i hc mason as lowkey really enjoying astronomy bc space is so quiet and calm and dark LMAO his ideal place <3 SDKJFKSJD

where is their favourite place to cuddle?

he doesn’t really prefer cuddling but if so, definitely after sex before the afterglow wears off

SLEEPING.

who snores?

sofía snores VERY softly and it annoys the shit out of mason but then after a while he can’t sleep without it bc she’s like his own personal noise box

if both do, who snores the loudest?

just sofía snores !

do they share a bed or sleep separately?

share a bed (reluctantly at first)

if they sleep together, do they cozy up together or lay far apart?

so they always cozy up with each other at first, but since mason doesn’t need that much sleep in the first place he moves away when he’s uncomfortable/wakes up

what do they wear to bed?

sofía usually wears a tank top, free boobs it, and wears patterned pajama shorts that she’s had for years (mason always hates the pattern of the shorts bc he thinks they’re hideous, but he loves the way they hug her hips and ass). he’s usually shirtless, which is definitely weird since his senses get really overwhelmed. but the feeling of being pressed up against her and hearing her heartbeat blocks out any of his discomfort.

are either of them insomniacs?

sofía is a horrible insomniac. she’s usually up early and goes to bed late. she’s convinced she can run on a couple hours of sleep and coffee, but usually crashes on her days off and sleeps for like 12+ hours.

can sleeping pills be found by the bedside?

not to be h*rny but i mean usually if she can’t sleep he wears her out LMAO

do they wrap their limbs around each other or just lay side by side?

usually she wraps her arms around him and he drapes his arms around her.

who wakes up with bed hair?

both of them LMAO

who wakes up first?

mason. he’s usually gone first, too.

who prepares breakfast in bed for the other?

mason would never, but sofía definitely does it for him depending on if he’s injured or angry at her

what is their favourite sleeping position?

she loves being the big spoon sometimes but mason much prefers being pressed up against her back, so she’s usually the little spoon. normally after he leaves, she sleeps on her stomach.

do they set an alarm each night?

she sets an alarm for herself but it’s purely a vibrating alarm because she’s scared she’s gonna hurt mason’s ears.

who has nightmares?

sofía. definitely. she hid it at first but started opening up to him about it and now without a word, he can tell what she’s seen, so he wordlessly comforts her.

can a television be found in their bedroom?

nope ! sofía is weird about always feeling productive and having her tv in her room makes her feel like she’s wasting the day away (even if she rots on the couch all weekend)

who has ridiculous dreams?

also sofía. mason doesn’t dream much in general, but she has the most wild dreams that are always completely out of left field. sometimes he’s in them and he can tell with the way she looks at him the following morning what type of dream it was KSDJFKJDFK

who sprawls out and takes up most of the bed?

hmm, i’d have to say sofía again. she’s not a wild sleeper, but she does tend to lift her leg and tuck her arm under her head when she’s not cuddling him.

who makes the bed?

mason never makes the bed LMAO and she’s a neat freak

what time is bed time?

they’re both night owls, but just whenever she passes out from exhaustion mainly

any routines/rituals before bed?

sofía has a whole skincare routine since she wears makeup daily.

who’s the grumpiest when they wake up?

mason’s always grumpy, but sofía never wakes up angry unless she was woken up when she thought she’d have more time to sleep

WORK.

who is the busiest?

both are pretty busy all the time, a fact that annoys the hell out of both

who rakes in the highest income?

um well mason doesn’t ever want for anything bc the agency provides them with everything. i mean cigs are expensive as hell so idk ??? i’m assuming he makes more than her.

are any of them unemployed?

nope !

who takes the most sick days?

mason. usually only if he knows he can get away with it bc he wouldnt wanna deal with griping

what are their jobs?

human liaison / detective and an agent

who sucks up to their boss?

sofía KSDFJSJKDF she sucks up to the captain

who is more likely to turn up late to work?

sofía may be a hard worker but she’s usually a few minutes late since she has to look good

who stresses the most?

sofía ofc lmao she can get pretty high strung over certain situations!

do they enjoy or despise their careers/occupations?

mason (confirmed by mishka) doesn’t have aspirations past being on ub, so i think he’s fine where he is and he’s putting his talents to use. i think sofía didn’t care much for her job at all, but she was hoping being a detective was going to be a change. she was pretty aimless until unit bravo showed up, so i think she’s happy with her job now.

are they financially stable?

definitely! sofía paid off her student loans pretty diligently since wayhaven is a cheap place to live (i’m assuming)

HOME.

who does the washing?

sofía bc like i said she’s a neat freak

who takes out the trash?

mason bc he ‘hates hearing her whine’ but he’s being nice

who does the ironing?

sofía bc she’s always looking nice and fresh and mason is wearing casual clothes that are prob wrinkled as hell

who does the cooking?

sofía ! she’s an enthusiastic cook but she’s still learning. she messes up a lot but she loves trying new recipes

who is more likely to burn the house down just trying?

mason would purposefully burn down the house. arsonist vibes

who is messier?

mason. a lot less possessions but somehow cares less about where they are in the house.

who leaves the toilet roll empty?

neither? ig?

who leaves their dirty clothes on the floor?

mason bc he just strips and throws his shit everywhere

who loses the car keys when it comes time to go somewhere?

probably both.

who answers the telephone?

sofía ! she’s way more professional

who mows the lawn?

god could mason even handle the sound of a lawn mower? i’m assuming they’d live somewhere remote and not that grassy to avoid that LMAO

who does the vacuuming?

sofía ! neat freak

who does the groceries?

sofía again ! she’s very much an adult who does shit on her own and doesn’t really need mason’s help SDJKDFJ plus she likes feeling productive and running errands !

who takes the longest to shower?

sofía again – mason showers but i mean.... it’s painful when it happens so. sofía is one of those people that shaves her entire body methodically, exfoliates, all of that shit

MISCELLANEOUS.

is money a problem?

no because mason isn’t a huge spender but sofía does like to splurge sometimes. but it’s never enough to like wear their pockets thin. they live comfortably !

how many cars do they own?

probably 2! mason really just needs his for the cover since.... he can ya know.... just run everywhere LMAO

what’s their song?

well mason hates music LMAO but

do they live in the city or in the country?

country. mason couldn’t handle it! close though that sofía could still visit the city and get her fill, but far away enough that mason is content.

do they own their home or do they rent?

hmm in wayhaven definitely an apartment at first ! idk if mason’s huge on homeowning. i mean does he rly care? if its dark and quiet he’s happy

do they enjoy their surroundings?

sofía felt stuck and purposeless till mason showed up. she likes it a lot more now, but mason is still reluctant. they both tolerate it for each other, though.

what do they do when they’re away from each other?

mason is protective as hell so he’s worrying ab her even if he doesn’t wanna admit it. and sofía is just worrying if he’s actually thinking about her or not. and she’s missing him of course. but also i think that overall mason could kind of go about his life but sofía couldn’t if they were away you know? she’d be reminded of him constantly but he could hold himself together.

where did they first meet?

at her office !

who spends the most money when out shopping?

def sofía.

who’s more likely to flash their assets?

hmm if this is an innuendo, mason. if this is just being flashy, def sofía. she’s got a couple expensive items she wears on the regular.

any mental issues?

sofía is generally pretty anxious and a huge empath so she can fall into depressive episodes quite easily. and she’s definitely traumatized from murphy

who finds it amusing when the other trips over?

mason definitely laughs at sofía when she falls KSJDFKSDJKF

who’s terrified of bugs?

sofía’s scared, not terrified ! she would rather save a bigger bug like a spider instead of killing them

who kills the spiders around the house?

mason. he begrudgingly stomps on them if sofía chickens out of saving it. BUT after the first couple times, he just sighs and gathers it in his hands before letting it go outside.

do they have any fears for their future?

sofía is afraid of mason finding a replacement for her since she’s terirified he doesn’t care about her the same way she does as him. she’s scared she’ll get stuck in a rut again. she’s scared she’ll come face to face with murphy again. she’s scared of coming across another supernatural like murphy. she’s scared of a LOT of things. mason, however, is more nervous about protecting her.

their favourite place?

rooftops, cliffsides, anywhere they can stargaze away from the sounds of the town. and mason’s bedroom bc he has a lot more ~things~ to offer there LMAO

who’s more likely to surprise the other with a fancy dinner?

sofía would, but she’d never actually do it bc she knows mason wouldn’t like it

who pays the bills?

hmm both of them? not sure

who’s the tallest?

mason ! sofía is ab 5′2 / 5′3 give or take

who’s more likely to just randomly hop into the shower with the other?

mason definitely. and he’s done it before and he’ll do it over and over LMAO

who wanders around in their underwear?

definitely sofía. she doesn’t have to try hard to get his attn but she reserves a few lace thongs JUST for that occasion

who sings the loudest when singing along to the radio?

sofía and mason hates it LMAO he prefers when she just hums along. it’s wayyyy more soothing

what do they tease each other about?

mason teases sofía about blushing so much and she teases him about his smoking habit

who is more likely to cringe at the other’s fashion sense at times?

sofía at mason, definitely KSDFKJSDKJF she sees his henley with the neckline stretched out, wrinkled, with some cigarette burns and she just. gets so mad KJSDFJKSDJKF she’s so stylish compared to him

who crushed first?

sofía definitely had a crush first, but mason was physically attracted to her first

any alcohol or substance related problems?

nope ! sofía enjoys alcohol but nothing extreme.

who is more likely to stumble home, drunk, at 3am?

sofía, definitely LMAO she has a little bit of a party girl in her that doesn’t come out that often but when it does....

who swears the most?

mason, usually. but when sofía’s upset, she has the mouth of a sailorrrrr

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#tag games #n*fw #twc mason #detective sofía olmos #twc headcanons #long post #otp tag #might change some of this later not sure !!! but for now these r my babies <3

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athena1138 · 5 years ago

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OK! SPIDERMAN FAR FROM HOME SPOILERS

OH MY GOD PAPA HAPPY I AM FUCKING DYING. I ALMOST LOST MY SHIT. I REALLY, REALLY ALMOST LOST MY SHIT. WHEN HE WATCHED PETER MAKE THE SUIT AND HE HAD THAT LOOK(TM) I ALMOST BROKE THE FUCK DOWN AND STARTED BAWLING. Am I projecting my own father’s death onto Peter’s losing Tony? ABSOFUCKINLUTELY

J.K. SIMMONS WAS THE SINGLE GREATEST EASTER EGG EVER USED IN THE MCU. THE WHOLE THEATER LOST THEIR SHIT

My mom forgot who May was and honestly I’m offended af.

I FUCKIN KNEW FURY WAS OFF THE WHOLE FUCKING TIME I MEAN WHAT THE FUCK. THEN THEY MENTIONED THAT THING ABOUT KREE SLEEPER AGENTS AND I WAS LIKE “hmm there’s no way” BUT WAY, MY DUDES, WAYYYYY

How awkward d’you think it was for Tom and Zendaya to kiss since they’re best friends?

This poor fucking teacher oh my fucking god. Can you imagine how nice those 5 years in the blip must’ve been for him? I mean, no fucking monsters, no aliens, no nothing, just teaching students. Sure, half of them were supposed dead, but hey, no buildings to collapse on them.

Peter tingle.

Tbh I kind of wish they’d dragged Mysterio out a little longer, maybe for a second movie because I really like Jake Gyllenhal lol. But I’m glad they’ve set Peter up so strong.

#far from home spoilers #spiderman spoilders #spiderman far from home spoilers #spiderman far from home #ffh #spiderman ffh #ffh spoilers #spiderman: far from home #spiderman: far from home spoilers

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emilywatchescursedshow · 3 years ago

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SPN S2 E5 - Simon Said

bong in the title card, great shit.

It's hot, I'm on edge, I'm hungry, time to eat and watch some spn instead of cleaning my dump of a room. It has been a WEEK and it's still not DONE yet hrhrhrh ok here we go

I'm skipping the recaps I don't care if they're indicative of anything I don't care how they're edited

We get a MOTW cold open!! Some phones, some guns, oh is this like that one xfilhosnuthastuhtematns (taze her again)

Oh jesus love suicide

Sam's wet

So we're establishing that Sam has a psychic connection to the demon. Also that the Roadhouse is the new, like dad's journal or something?

I ship Sam and Ash honestly

Oh right Sam got kicked off of never broke a bone last episode (his arm is in a cast) it's very generic arm cast and does not look like it would help a broken hand but w/e

He'll do it for.. a PBR

I am also horny for dean w Jo you and I are the same.

Dean knows all the lyrics to this song and is just singing it with no musical accompaniment. I guess this is how we learn he is also horny for jo?

The extras in this episode are struggling a bit. But I know shit about acting.

OH OHKAY SO. the scene they go look at the van, the song that's playing is from the "This Is Spinal Tap" soundtrack, it's not a "real" classic rock song bc Tap is a mock rock band. What a weird pull - I think the music is supposed to be diagetically coming from the car stereo. I guess it's what they could get rights to?

Sam is a demon sleeper agent

Again, why the fuck is this Stonehenge song in here. And why is it playing so obtrusively over this scene.

Didn't dean say he likes this van? Maybe he's the DND nerd.

Dean got jedi mind tricked into giving his car away that's fucking hilarious

What class of crime is pulling the fire alarm

"he full on obi-wanned me"

I guess the Black guy just *had* to die, time for guilty Sam

So Andy murdered Dr. Jennings? OH Andy is the psychic kid. Are we going to get a bunch of homicidal psychic kids. I hope Sam gets to be homicidal at some point, that would be fun. Sam could be a hot bitch killer I think.

Oh it's the bong shot. Reading philosophy like a poser.

Dean you could just go to a diner

This Dean can't help himself talking needs to be in every episode. Honestly it would be amazing if Sam became psychic enough that every time Dean was like "I'm not telling you about this" sam could just flash his little eyebrows and Dean compulsively confesses. I think that would do both of them good. I know that doesn't happen but. Missed opportunity.

Sam's not affected by the psychic thing, that's fun. Sam's abilities are pretty limp tbh.

This is starting to look exactly like the XFiles episode i was thinking of tbh, there's a psychic misderiction there too

So we have compulsion, telekenisis, and visions. I wonder if all the demon children have different powers

Classic "that's impossible" joke

Andy just wants to live in a van and honestly, same.

Oh i wanted to write earlier that I hate hearing Dean call his car baby

Dean is such a fucking nerd.

Evil twin twist. Andy is freaking out

Wait the brothers name is "Anson Weebs" uh what

Oh that's the brother huh.. that wasn't really set up. Also like, why would he kill his parent people

Why.. is she wearing only her slip??

Oh no it was just a vision.

Troubled little meow meow sam winchester

Why is she aware of the mind control?

I guess the brother wants to ruin Andy's life or something?

I could screw with more than just your head dean winchester dont fking... uh...

Oh ok so he's making her strip and then have sex with him this is a family tv show

The effects over the voice commands are a lot.

Psychic brother showdown. They both have to die so Sam is the only special demon child. I'm betting they both go over off the cliff

Oh so I guess this guy is just out of his mind wonderful. The man with the yellow eyes oh it's the demon's fault. That's kind of nice. Oh god is Dean going to snipe the evil brother?

Why did Andy have a gun?????

Yeah I get why the lady wouldn't trust him anymore

Sam not understanding the concept of self defense. "Everyone is capable of murder"

"What are you seven?" a good question. Sam's face at Dean is correct.

Fell on Black Days - I guess they got the rights for this Soundgarden song

Dean is not a team player

So the demon is just behaving randomly... great.

#supernatural #supernatural liveblog #s2e5 #spn

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zarcake-writes · 7 years ago

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Blackwatch Santa

Just pretend this was posted on Christmas, ok? Enjoy!

You were part of Blackwatch for a reason. You were the best infiltrator Commander Reyes had. You could break into any place, get what was needed, make yourself a sandwich, and then be on your way. You’ve done it before, which annoyed everyone but you were hungry. You were supposed to be in jail for theft, but Reyes saw potential in you. So here you were. Doing the riskiest job, you’ve probably ever done. Delivering Christmas presents.

Tomorrow morning was Christmas, and you were acting as the base’s secret Santa. After everyone retired from the Christmas Eve party, with most people being drunk, you began your mission. You had bought presents for all your friends. Some people, like Reinhardt and Winston, were getting sweets while others were getting things they needed or you thought they would like. But everyone was getting a hand-made card.

“Athena, who’s left on my list?” you asked. You were in your infiltration gear, and you even had on a Santa hat.

“McCree, Shimada, Reyes, and Morrison. Everyone else has received their gifts,” the AI responded.

“Hmmm. Reyes, Genji, and Morrison will be hard. What’s Morrison doing?” you asked.

“He’s in his room. Asleep.”

“That’s a surprise. Alright, Morrison first!” you said. You grabbed his gift and headed to his office.

Jack Morrison was a light sleeper and he might catch you in the act. You noticed how he drank very little at the party. So, you would leave the gift in his office. Usually you would break into the office, but Athena seemed to be enjoying your antics and she unlocked the door. You left the blue and silver wrapped gift on his desk, along with a homemade card. You had gotten Jack a pair of socks and a mug that said ‘Best Commander…. After Reyes’. It was funny and you were sure the blonde would be amused.

Next you went to McCree’s room. You put in his code and walked into his room. Blackwatch rooms were bigger than Overwatch agents room. They had a small living room area, a small room with a toilet, and a small bedroom. You opened his bedroom door and saw the cowboy asleep on his bed. His clothes littered the floor, his chest armor and gun were thrown on the floor. His serape was balled up at the foot of his bed.

You smiled at the cowboy and picked up his gun, armor, and serape. You noticed his hat was the only things hung up. You sat on the edge of his bed and rolled him onto his side and placed pillow behind him. He had drunk a lot a few hours ago and stumbled away. You covered him back up with his blankets and moved the hair from his face. Jesse let out a noise and curled up deeper in his blankets. You set his gift down on his bedside table.

His gift was small and wrapped in red and gold paper. The card you made him had a cactus on the front of it and the gift in the box was a belt buckle he had seen a months ago. He didn’t have the money for it and asked for you to steal it. You said you charged to steal things, he only gave you a look. You didn’t steal it. You bought it. The belt buckle had BAMF on it.

“Jesse’s off the list, time for Reyes. Oh, Athena, keep an eye on Jesse. If he rolls onto his back, let me know,” you said.

“Of course,” the AI replied.

Commander Reyes’ room was bigger than any of yours. He had a kitchen, a living room, a bathroom with a toilet and a shower, and a good-sized bedroom. His living area was clean, his kitchen was spotless, his bathroom was neat and organized. His bedroom was… you didn’t dare go in there. He would catch you. He had a few drinks during the party, but he was always on guard. You left the black and red wrapped gift on his dining table with his handmade card. You got Reyes a gun cleaner and a mug that said ‘I’m Reyes’. It matched Morrison’s. You quickly left his room.

“Alright. Last on the list, Genji,” you sighed.

Genji would be difficult to get by. He was always able to find you, no matter how quiet you were. You bet he had improved hearing from being a cyborg. You hadn’t seen him at the party, and you were willing to bet he had stayed in his room.

Genji was… hard to get along with, but you had a crush on him. You usually managed to get a chuckle or snort out of him, and sometimes he seemed so relaxed around you. But you were sure if he caught you in his room, he would kill you. As your approached his room you debated on what to do. Leave the gift outside, or go inside. You took a deep breath and went inside.

It was easy getting into his room, too easy. You would have to tell Winston to bump up the security. As you looked around his living room, it was basically empty. Unlike yours and everyone else, his room looked uninhabited. You saw his bedroom door was cracked open, you ignored it and approached his table. Right as you were setting the gift down, you heard a voice.

“Why are you here?” You turned and saw Genji’s piercing red eyes, bits and pieces of him were glowing red like usual.

“I brought you a Christmas gift,” you said. You held up his gift and pointed to the hat on your head.

“Isn’t Santa supposed to be fat?” he asked. He leaned against his doorframe and watched you. You let out a laugh and held up the gift.

“Here. Card first,” You said. Genji slowly approached you and took the card. He sat on his couch and you sat next to him. You saw his eyes go wide and he slowly looked at you.

“Do you mean this?” he asked. The card was… much more personal than the others. Sure, you told Gabe how he was a father figure to you and you told Jesse how you think of him as family. But Genji’s was… his was a confession of your feelings.

“Yes. I… care about you Genji. So Merry Christmas,” you said with a grin. You held the gift to him and he took it from you. You sat on his couch and he sat next to you. He opened it slowly and pulled out a pachimari plush. It was a bigger one, and you remembered seeing Genji eyeing them one day when you were out. You recognized the look in his eyes, so you bought it for him.

“I… thank you,” he said softly.

“You’re welcome. Merry Christmas Genji. Well, I um should probably go,” you said. As you stood up, Genji grabbed your hand.

“I… have something to show you. I regret not buying you a gift but I would like to show you something,” he said. You sat back down and nodded your head. When Genji removed the guard over his lower face, your eyes went wide.

You were used to the scars on the bit of his face you could see, but you never knew his bottom jaw was all metal. You studied his face, the scars and the metal made up his physical body. Despite it all, you thought he was so handsome. You met his eyes and saw how scared he looked.

“Genji you’re so handsome,” you said. His eyes went wide.

“What?”

“You’re… so beautiful,” you said. You reached for his face but hesitated when you saw him glance at your hand. He then took your hand and held it to his cheek. He smiled and leaned into your hand, you ran your thumb along his cheek. You could feel the scars beneath your hand.

“Thank you, for my gift and card. I will always treasure them,” he said.

“You’re welcome. Thank you for showing me your face. You really are handsome,” you said. He looked at you and nodded his head. You could have sworn he was blushing a bit.

“Merry Christmas,” he said softly.

“Merry Christmas Genji,” you replied with a smile.

#genji shimada x reader #genji shimada #jesse mccree #gabriel reyes #Jack Morrison #soldier 76 #reaper #my writing #reader insert #self insert #fluff

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critgemhero · 7 years ago

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All evidence that proves Shiro is a sleeper agent, and also a robot

OK EVERYONE I have some incredibly hard evidence regarding Shiro and his... “escape”.

I think that this version of Shiro really thinks he is the real Shiro, but this is far from the truth.

His escape was all part of the plan. A plan to make sure he really believes that he is the real Shiro, and will behave like him as well. Every single part of it was set up so that the Galra and trick and track Voltron. That includes those 2 rebels. They were in on it. Read more below, it’s gonna be long.

Part 1: Where he wakes up, and how he escapes.

Shiro is LITERALLY on an experimentation table. That is not a good sign. He’s not being held captive for answers, he was being experimented on for probably months. But WHY? To find a way for Zarkon to get the Black Lion? Maybe, but how would the Galra have anyway of knowing that connection, the one that Zarkon and he share. I dont think that is it, it is much more sinister and mental.

Now think about WHERE he wakes up. It's the exact same place, or very similar, to where he was first captured at the start. This was intentional. These places are giving him flashbacks to these “memories”. If the plan was failing, or not ready yet, He may not have experienced those flashbacks, and they could have (or... HAVE) tried again to make a better Shiro.

Either way, he escapes. Not only that but while injured and with ease. And you know what? Its no wonder it was easy for him... they were PROGRAMMED ROBOTS TOO!!

Did you hear the noises that they made? Beeps and boops. when shooting and when killed. Listen to how this “guy” sounds when he’s punched square in the face. I wouldnt be surprised if those robots were failed earlier attempts at Shiro

These bots were set up so that no Galra were hurt or lost, but Shiro was disoriented or not knowledgeable enough to see they were fakes barely even trying.

He is MEANT to escape this, meant to feel like he is in control but his life in danger. I mean... why was he even left alone without any CHAINS??

Part 2: Operation Kuron

Honestly for me, this is the most obvious one. He shouldn't be happy about this at all. What is this operation? He’s not saying the operation is failing, its UNDERWAY. This is never brought up again, and we are going to get those answers in S4.

What is Operation Kuron? Well clearly its the process of testing out the Shiro Robots. Because he literally flashes back to it

He is a Subject of multiple numbers. Now why would that be? Do Galra really experiment that often? I mean they COULD, but they said this was specifically for Kuron. And when they are testing his response.... what do you hear? Robot noises when his pupil is dilating. What else is there to say.

PART 3: The fake rebels

Ok, so I know this one may be hard to swallow, but there's a shocking amount of layers to how these 2 were written to prove this.

When they first interrogate him, Shiro comes to the conclusion that they are rebel fighters. It was, well it made sense, but how odd that it lingered for that long. We assumed they already were based on their position on the planet and species, but the show clearly points that out to us. This is to make us completely unsuspicious

Next, let's see how they reacted to “The Blade of Malmora”

How on EARTH would they know what that is?? If they claim not to understand Voltron, they would definitely not be aware of their new affiliates that were once a top secret organization.

So this whole capture thing is a ruse to test Shiro’s knowledge of the Lion, his paladins, EVERYTHING he knows. Shiro has to explain all of the details in order for him to try and convince them. This is all but a test to see if he remembers properly, if his memory banks make sense and are accurate.

Then there is the fake “Intercept Voltron” message. The man who made that transmission was CLEARLY the same voice as this guy. Shiro was meant to hear that and try to find a way there.

As for Shiro’s second escape? They probably knew that was coming as well. I mean, they might not have, but even so if anything went wrong I'm sure they have the button to pull the plug on him any second.

Then I think they fight over the gun on purpose.

Remember, this guy was skilled enough to kill that giant crab thing no problem, but NOW?? He’s acting like a buffoon. This part is planned to give Shiro the opening.

Also, I'm taking note of how ODD it is the show keeps focusing on his leg injury. At one point it even lingered on it for over 2 seconds, it was ODD. Is this to reinforce to us and him that he feels pain? That his leg is meant to be “real” flesh?

Anyway, the final test was to reassure them he is on their side, by not hurting or killing them and affirming his allegiance to Voltron. I KNEW something was weird when they just.... SUDDENLY believed him? I know he didn't shoot them, but they really didn't seem to care and wanted to “eat” him remember? It happened to fast for me, because that's what they were supposed to do. Help him on to the ship.

And then there is THIS BEAUTIFUL EXCHANGE

um yeah... WHAT? At first I took this as he’s been hit in the face with his friends gun a bunch. But... why? Over arguments? I guess that's possible, but that's not it. Shiro said HE was sorry for hitting him in the face with his gun. Other Shiro’s probably did similar things, and this guy has gotten used to it. He probably doesn't even believe he’ll be a successful Shiro, since he said it won't be the last.

Oh and ummm. also this

yeah, what? He volunteered? for what exactly?? I thought you were a rebel stuck on this planet... He is not very good at his job is he. also 5 years??? I know Shiro gets back sooner than that, so it makes you wonder how often these robot things have been going on with everyone. Either that, or this is their first day, and the contract was to do this experiment for 5 years? either way, it was a weird thing to say.

The last we see this two is the moment I knew something was finally up. At first, I took it as a stupid mistake on the writers part, but now it means so much more. And it's this final line.

Why on EARTH would the skinny guy be shocked by this? Why would the other dude ASK this? They have been on this planet for how long? Seemingly stuck?? There is NO WAY this would make sense. You know why? Because this is the first time a Shiro actually succeeded in leaving, and this was them realizing that their job was done and that the Galra didn't give them a ship to get away themselves.

Not to mention the skinny guy... KNOWS all this stuff about the Galra ship defenses. That's because he is reading off what he was given by the Galra, and how the plan is supposed to go down.

We’re done with these 2 idiots, now to the next part.

Part 4: Back on the ship, seeing Voltron and the 1 week in space.

When he attacks the first guy, we see it’s clearly a robot again. When they arrive, the announcer’s voice is, AGAIN, similar to the guy who said the operation was underway.

Anyway, so they abort the launch. I think this is because it was another way to make sure it was SHIRO who was after Voltron, not any other ships caught up in the mix. Keep an easy eye on their test subject you know?

Ok, so now we are at a point where... I dont really have much to say here. He sees Voltron and goes after it. Im not sure what the Garla’s plan here was honestly. I guess they are still tracking him as a robot, but how did they know he would find Voltron? My best guess is that at a certain point, they would have him set off a signal that would.. REACH the black lion somehow?? Which is odd, because Black won't respond to him as the leader anymore.

If im completely honest here... this part sets back my theory a bit. Im sure there are explanations tho.

I can bring us back to the 2 fake rebels again tho at the very end of Episode 5, because what is the joke supposed to BE exactly?

Why are they randomly happy over noodles? They have no way of knowing what happened to Shiro... oh wait, yes they do. They know that was their last day because the mission of getting Shiro to team Voltron was a success. this was a “job well done” kind of dinner indeed

Part 5: The return.

Where do I even BEGIN to say how OFF Episode 6 felt?? The reunion scene... it's not as happy or relieving as it should be. At first, I thought it was him dealing with trauma, but it feels... a bit different from that. His eyes don’t even look the same anymore.

And then we have the BIGGEST piece of evidence of “WTF IS GOING ON” and that is of course... SHIRO’S HAIR

LIKE WHAT IS THIS MONSTROSITY. No but in all seriousness.. why didn't he shave the sides of his head?? Ok ok jokes aside. Did you see how... horribly stilted and lifeless the delivery of his first line here is?? It's almost... robotic. That's because it is.

Then of course there is this. Not much else to add to that.

And then another big WTF Moment. The Black Lion won’t respond to him.

Im sorry, but I call HUGE BULLSHIT on that. I KNOW Black picked a new partner, but if Keith was able to quickly take over for Shiro while he was in Trouble, im POSITIVE the man who formed an SUPER strong bond with it in the Space Mall episode can at least start to fly it a few months after being gone. This is where I really knew something was wrong, for sure.

I wont lie in saying that the rest of the episode he did act like the real Shiro, but remember, he was programmed to from probably the original Shiro. It has to be DECENT at being convincing. And its working.

I don't have much else, that's pretty much it. I know this is in crazy detail but I really think we are on to something here. I was FURIOUS that they brought back Shiro so soon, and how it would ruin team development and character dynamic... but that's the point, isn't it. To think everything will go back to normal, but in reality tear the team apart for the gain of the Galra. Its both sinister in the world of the show itself, and to its audience.

We want Shiro back safe and sound, and we were fooled just like team Voltron. For all we know, Shiro is dead. The biggest proof of that? ... What was the point of making Voltron regroup itself entirely to last for only a couple episodes?

No, this new team dynamic will stay, and Shiro’s missing story is long from over.

#takashi shirogane #voltron #voltron legendary defender #voltron meta #voltron spoilers #My Voltron Meta

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myotishia · 6 years ago

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Time hopping part five

Fandom: Torchwood. Trigger warnings: None I don't think but tell me if I've missed anything. Characters: Owen Harper (Past and present), Toshiko Sato, Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones, Gwen Cooper, Elise Carter (oc) Rating: Teen and up Tropes: We’re fixing things right over here.

Blurb: As death day arrives Elise has no idea what she is in for. For Owen it’s one more job.

“What have you two been doing?” Tosh asked. She’d walked in to see Elise and Owen looking blissed out, eating pizza.

“Being kind of stupid but getting great results.” Elise smiled, grabbing her third slice of pizza.

Toshiko side eyed them both, trying to find any sign that their type of stupid hadn’t been an adults only event.

“Relax. I’ve been a perfect gentleman.”

“And he’s not my type.”

“So what have you been doing?” Tosh picked up a slice for herself, still studying them closely.

“We got the singularity scalpel to work.” Beamed Owen.

Finally the woman relaxed a little and sat with them. “How?”

“We missed the telepathic link. It was too weak to pick up initially. Oh, and your girlfriend’s crazy.”

“Says you.”

“Anyway, now we can disarm all the sleeper agents and then they can be deprogrammed over whatever time scale they need.”

With Owen and Jack way, working through the list of Agents, Ianto was showing Elise around the garage. She’d only briefly seen the place when following to the SUV. More than the sight of the rather impressive collection of vehicles was seeing Ianto in anything other than a suit. It made sense but Ianto always gave off the impression that he was born with it on and it was just his default state of being. Instead he was adorned in a tee shirt and jeans.

“The SUV needs new tires again. Between Jack and Owen they barely last a month. The suspension is holding up fine for now, surprisingly.”

“Do you do all the work?”

“Some of it. We have to contract out the more specialised stuff but basic maintenance is up to me.”

“Mind if I take a look? This is something that’s actually in my wheelhouse.”

“I thought everyone moved onto electric cars.”

“They did but that was for people with money. I used to spend my weekends at the scrapyard. I just paid the scrap weight for everything I took and I could do any work there. My ride might have been over thirty years old but she ran as smoothly as any of the new models you’d see on the road.”

Ianto went to pop open the bonnet, appreciating the company for what was usually a tedious and dirty job. Elise started checking the basics like fluid levels then paused and sniffed the air.

“Switch her on for a sec.” She said, trying to test a theory. The motor roared to life and a scent rose into the air. “There’s something up with your battery.”

Turning off the engine Ianto moved to join her.

“Smell that? It’s a little like ozone mixed with burning plastic. It needs replacing asap.”

“Nice catch.” Ianto nodded, double checking her theory. “You don’t look the type to be into cars.”

“Anything mechanical really. Cars, robotics, computers. They’re all like complex puzzles… At least we got to look at this now instead of when the captain gets back.”

“He wanted this done before Tommy wakes up.”

“Tommy?”

“He’s a man who’s been in cryo storage. We wake him up once a year to make sure he’s in good health. Apparently he’s going to be important at some point but it’s not clear when.”

“What kind of life is that?”

“Better than he had sadly. He was a soldier in world war one.”

“Damn.”

“I don’t know which would be better, extreme PTSD or being frozen most of your life. Even if he went back he was due to be executed for cowardice.”

“Isn’t there anything we can do to help him?”

“I wish there was. He’s a good man.” Ianto looked honestly rather sad thinking about the whole thing.

“Maybe I can talk to my Owen. He’s been around for eons so maybe he knows what the big event is.”

“It’s worth a try.”

“I’ll be right back, he can’t just manifest here so easily.”

“It’ll happen soon. He’ll have a chance to close a small part of the rift but he’ll have to go back to do it… I don’t know if it’ll even work this time because you’re going out with Tosh.”

“How does my relationship status change anything?”

“They had a bit of a whirlwind romance.” Owen said as if he were reading a children's book.

“Oh… Shit.”

“One of the downsides of time travel.”

“Well, how does he close that part of the rift?”

“It’s a rift key. Setting it off in the right place in his original timeline basically stitches the time rip shut.”

“Then let’s do it.” Elise said enthusiastically.

Owen looked at her and shook his head. “No.”

“What? Why?”

“I’m not risking it. We’re not time jumping unless absolutely necessary. Your dreams are under control right now and time jumping could bring them back.”

“I’ll be fine. My watch buzzes to wake me up before they start. Come on, we can have this done before anyone even notices. We’re jumping without passengers so I won’t even get that dizzy. We have to try.”

“Elise.”

“Tommy could have a life. He won’t have to go back and die. He can have therapy and just live. Isn’t that worth it?”

“Fine, but if you end up hurt again then this stops. Got it?”

“Yes sir.”

“You’re starting to sound like Tosh.” He smiled as he followed her to the hub.

After reporting their plan to Jack, and getting his go ahead, the time jump went off without a hitch. Much to Toshiko’s delight as she did care about Tommy, even if she didn’t have the same romantic feelings as the original timeline. She even had the chance to explain the situation to the man who appreciated the chance at a life. Even future Owen had to admit that it made him happy to see things going so smoothly, but something seemed to be bothering him and it was starting to show. He’d left a long letter on Jacks computer about a few events to come and the fact that he would be taking Elise on a important time jump so she would be missing for a while. He otherwise avoided all of them until one morning, after their time jump, Elise awoke to future Owen sitting on the end of the bed.

“Owen? Where have you been?” She whispered, trying not to wake Tosh who was curled up next to her.

“It’s nearly time.”

“Time for what?”

“My death day.”

A chill ran through the room. “Oh… Are you ok? I mean, isn’t it a good thing? We’re going to stop your death.”

“It just feels like the end after so long. Whatever happens, you’ll be ok.”

“Of course I will. Where are you planning to go after? You’ll be able to go wherever you want. You could travel the world.”

He still hadn’t turned to her as she moved forward and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, cuddling up to his back.

“Back when I was alive I would have loved this.”

“You’re spoiling the moment.”

“You’re the one who’s naked.”

“You’re such a dick.”

“Yea… Yea I am.” He smiled sadly before dissipating into nothingness.

Past Owen was not impressed at having to change his clothes in the middle of the day, after being covered by blood and half exploded mayfly guts. He dried his hair with a towel as he walked over to a very frustrated looking Toshiko.

“Not going well?” He asked.

“What kind of medical research facility has this kind of security?!”

“You can’t hack it? You? Toshiko Sato?” He placed a hand on her forehead as if checking for a fever. She batted his hand away and adjusted her glasses.

“It’s completely isolated. There’s no way for me to hack in from the outside. Without someone inside there’s nothing I can do.”

“Hopefully Jack can get something out of his meeting with Copley. Hey Elise, what does the ghost in your head say about this?”

“Nothing. It’s strange, I thought he’d be a chatterbox today but he’s been really quiet and evasive. Though he did say that, and I quote, Copley is a cunt and if I ever see his fucking face again I’ll cave it in.”

“Sounds like Jack won’t be getting anything from him then.”

“Well, you already know what they’re up to, mostly.”

“It’s a bit big for the six of us to go charging in. Didn’t you say the guards were armed?”

“Heavily.”

“If we want police backup then we need proof.”

“You’d think my now they’d take your word for it.”

“Maybe if we didn’t have to retcon them every fucking time.”

They all looked round as Jack charged back in looking furious. He tried to compose himself before speaking. “Any luck Tosh?”

“No. Sorry. It’s an isolated system. I’d need a connection from inside.”

“Anything from the mayfly?”

Owen shook his head. “Wasn’t enough left of the thing to test.”

“So we’re back to square one.” The anger had returned to his face. “We need to get in there before more of those things hatch. Gwen, please tell me the police have at least started an investigation.”

Gwen looked up from her computer. “Yes, but they haven’t even linked it back to the Pharm yet. They’re going to be no help unless we can give them something substantial.”

“And I assume you’ve had nothing substantial?” He asked Elise.

“Sorry. He’s been just growling expletives about Copley.”

“Well, tell him to pull his head out of his ass! We have nothing here!”

“Yes sir.” She closed her eyes to try and concentrate and get through the low level grumbling. “Owen. We’ve got nothing here. We need your help.”

“We sent someone in last time.” Future Owen replied through what sounded like gritted teeth.

“Think we can space jump in?”

“NO!”

Elise clasped her ears. “Christ Owen!”

“You’re not going in there!”

“They’ll never know I was there. It’s not like we’d be walking in the front gates.”

“Elise, why do you have to fight me on every fucking thing?! Especially this!”

“Because we’ve run out of options. If things get hairy we can just space jump out. Right?”

“Get the others to agree and I’ll consider it. Until then, not a chance in hell.”

She sighed and opened her eyes to see some very concerned faces.

“What?”

Past Owen handed her a tissue. “Your nose is bleeding. It started when you grabbed your head.”

“It’s fine.” She began cleaning herself up. “I’ve got an idea but Mr Ghosty says I have to get everyone else to agree before he’ll even consider it.”

“Knowing you he has a reason, what is it?”

“Well, the time jumps aren’t just time jumps. We can move between spaces, like teleportation. I just teleport in, give Tosh access to the system, maybe grab a few samples of whatever they have in there and teleport out. Noone there needs to know and if things do go to hell then I can just be teleported out on the spot.”

Everyone stopped to mull over the idea, a little concerned that she would essentially be on her own in there.

Jack was the first to speak. “If you’re going in there alone you’re going in with direct contact with us. We can’t just trust you for this one.”

“Works for me.”

“Everyone on board?”

There were reluctant nods from around the room.

“We’ll be able to see everything you do. This way even if you can’t get me into the network as long as you see any evidence we can use the footage. Your usual interference doesn’t seem to be affecting them. ”

“Cool.” Elise blinked and looked over to the screen showing a copy of everything she could see through the contact lenses she was wearing.

“Comfortable?”

“Yep.”

“Just… Come back safe.” Tosh took Elise’s hands. “Please.”

“I promise.” She kissed the woman on the forehead before zipping up her coat and pulling up her hood. “See you soon.”

Tosh tensed up as Elise disappeared. The footage seemed to show that she had blinked and the entire scene had changed in a single frame. “Can you hear me?”

Elise nodded, not wanting to make any kind of sound. She steadied herself and began to investigate. Owen had teleported her into a small side room that was used for storage. It seemed to hold basic supplies and little else. Future Owen used his mist form to scope out the hallway.

“All clear.” He said into her mind.

She slowly opened the door and headed down the hallway.

“The restricted areas are this way. I can open some of the doors from the other side with the electronic switches, others are airtight so I can’t get through.”

She didn’t have to go far before the building started to look more like a lab. Warning signs hung on walls and doors and the place started to smell of disinfectant. Owen moved just ahead, opening doors.

“Wait. Patrol incoming. Get in the room to your right.” He said, hearing the sound of marching.

Elise threw herself into the side room, flattening herself against the wall behind the door. While she hid she saw a large number of capsules ready to be packaged. She grabbed three and placed them into one of the bags she had in her pocket. Once the guards were out of sight she walked back out into the hallway. Further she found a much larger room containing specimens for testing. Specifically she saw two weevils held sedated. In the corner of the room a computer quietly buzzed. She took a small USB stick from her other pocket and plugged it in.

Back at the Hub Tosh smiled. “I’ve got access. Just give me a few minutes.”

Elise gave her a thumbs up and investigated the rest of the room. Some young mayflies were hovering in their tanks, buzzing angrily. In the far corner a much larger tank held a mature mayfly that watched her intently. Footsteps outside the room echoed through and Elise only had one place to hide, the far side of the tank. She crouched down in the shadows as someone in a lab coat entered. The mature mayfly began throwing itself towards her against the glass, giving her position away.

“Time to go.” Stated Owen.

“No! I’ve got this.” Elise thought, as loud as she could.

As the figure moved closer Elise sprang out, grabbing the figure in a sleeper hold, cutting off the blood supply to their brain until they passed out. They hadn’t even struggled that much. She dragged the unconscious body under the computer desk and out of sight.

“That was close.” Gasped Tosh. “I’m done. You can grab the USB and move on.”

Elise gave another thumbs up and pocketed the USB stick. She had to speed up as the lab assistant wouldn’t be unconscious for long. She’d have to thank Jack for teaching her that move when she got back.

Back towards the offices, Elise had to trust her Owen to look ahead for her, the carpeted floors making it hard to hear footsteps approaching. She’d had to dodge one patrol and two nurses but she’d made it to Copleys office. Owen checked that the room was empty and she let herself in. She quickly began taking files and sliding them into her backpack, quickly scanning over research notes with her eyes. She’d just pulled her backpack on when she heard an alarm begin.

“Time to go.” She thought, but received no reply. “Owen? Owen answer me!”

Her heart began to pound, not able to jump without Owen. She grabbed a piece of paper and a pen, scribbling ‘lost contact with my Owen. Advise!’ across it.

“How? Try and get out, we’re on our way.” Tosh said, everyone mobilizing in the background.

Elise pocketed the paper and headed to the door, looking out into the hallway. Doctor Copley and a treo of guards were closing in on the office.

“Owen! Just answer! What’s going on? We need to jump!” Elise’s thoughts boomed through her head.

Distantly, as if over a weak phone signal, Owen replied. “Can’t… I… Elise… Run.”

“What’s happening to you?”

“Time… I…”

Elise made a run for the stairs, shouting and gunshots following her. A bullet missed her backpack by a hair as she jumped down a flight of stairs, successfully turning the corner without slamming into the wall. Another flight later she came to a junction, guards closing in from the right she ran left, pain exploding in her leg as she threw herself through a door. She skidded across the pathway, a bullet having ripped through the meat of her thigh. She bit into her lip, refusing to scream and crawled into the bushes, hoping she hadn’t been seen in the dark. The guards ran past, splitting up to comb the area, not spotting the blood trail across the wet grass.

“Owen, please answer me.” She screamed in her head.

“Changed… Time… Can’t… Jump.”

“Fuck… Just stay with me. Please.” Tears ran down her face from a mix of pain and fear. It was only minutes before she heard police sirens speeding towards the building but it felt like forever. She took a bandage from her bag and wrapped it tight around her thigh before pulling herself up and out of the bushes, all her weight on her unharmed leg. The security guards were already surrendering as she saw a familiar blue coat.

“Jack!” She called out.

He ran over and took her bag so he could help support her. “Owen! Over here!” He called as they moved towards the rest of the team.

“My Owen…” She began before being cut off by a commotion.

Far off near the SUV DrCopley had a gun pointed at past Owen. Elise didn’t hesitate. She drew her weapon and fired, blowing out Copleys hip and landing him in the mud as the police disarmed him.

Past Owen sprinted over. “Nice shot. Come on, we’ll get you patched up.”

Back in the Hub Elise lay in a morphine haze, having just had her leg treated. Tosh held her hand as Owen washed his hands.

“Was that how I…?” Owen asked, finally letting everything settle in.

“Yes.” Elise said. “He’s gone silent now. I just want him to answer me.”

Tosh squeezed her hand. “It’ll be ok.”

From the barrier Jack looked over them. “Can you give me and Elise a moment?”

Owen turned. “Now? She’s not going to be up to much.”

“I know.” He looked grim and Owen seemed to get the silent message he was sending.

“Tosh. Can you give me a hand here?”

She didn’t want to leave but feeling the low mood of the room she complied. “I’ll be right upstairs.” She smiled softly and followed Owen out.

Jack sat where Tosh had been moments ago.

“I fucked up. I know.” Elise sighed.

“No you didn’t. Sometimes things go wrong, you can’t foresee everything.”

“Is there something else wrong?”

“You haven’t heard from him since the Pharm have you?”

“No… I keep calling out but it feels like the thought isn’t going anywhere.”

“When you stopped Owens death… The timeline fixed itself.”

“But we’re outside of the timeline. We’re outside of time.”

“Only so far. Owen didn’t want you to know but… He knew he was going to cease to exist after you saved his life.”

“No.” A tear ran down her face. “No, he can’t be gone.”

“Elise. He left a letter for each of us, and you. He didn’t want to just leave you but I think it happened too fast for him to say goodbye. I’m sorry.” He pulled her gently into his arms as she wailed out her grief, her friend torn away without warning. The sound echoed up through the hub.

Elise drifted in the darkness for the first time in a while. The water was as cold as ever, biting at her skin but the skeletal figure was gone, replaced by someone more familiar.

“Owen?” She blurted before trying to stop herself from letting all of the air out of her lungs.

“A wiser man than me once told me you can’t escape death, just delay it. I’m sorry I didn’t get to say goodbye. Death was closer than I thought.” A bubble formed as he moved towards her, letting her breath.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” She sniffled, desperately trying to hold back her tears.

“I wanted you to be happy. I’m here for one last thing.”

“Anything.”

“I can leave you with a limited link to the rift, weevils won’t attack you, you’ll have the ability to time jump 24 hours or so but you’ll always come back to this place when you sleep. It could kill you one day.”

“Or?”

“You can be a normal human again. You never have to experience this ever again.”

“Will I see you again if I go back to being normal?”

“I’m dead. I’m just what remains in your hand.”

“Still.”

“If you go back to normal that mark will go. You’ll get a fresh start.”

“No. If this scar is all I have left of you then I want to keep it.”

“You sure?”

“Certain!” She fell forward into his arms and gave him one last hug.

“Take care of them.”

“I will.”

The world fell into a black mist before the bubble burst and icy water filled her lungs. She awoke with a gasp to Tosh sitting next to her, frightened.

“I’m so sorry. Your watch must have broken when you fell and we didn’t notice. Oh god are you ok?”

“Yea… I am.” Elise smiled, letting her tears fall freely.

#Torchwood #owen harper #toshiko sato #jack harkness #ianto jones #gwen cooper

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