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440mxs-wife · 4 years ago

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Dream a Little Dream

Pairing: Ketch x Reader

Todd Anderson: [stands up on his desk] O Captain! My Captain!

You sniffled and felt the tears starting to form in your eyes. Even though you know what happens next, it's only a matter of time before the waterworks will start in earnest.

Mr. Nolan: Sit down, Mr. Anderson! Do you hear me? Sit down! Sit down! This is your final warning, Anderson. How dare you? Do you hear me?

Knox Overstreet: [climbs up onto his desk] O Captain! My Captain!

Mr. Nolan: Mr. Overstreet, I warn you! Sit down!

[Pitts climbs onto his desk, followed by Meeks, then over half the class, one by one]

At this point, tears are streaming down your cheeks. You wipe them away with the heel of your hand.

Mr. Nolan: Sit down! Sit down. All of you. I want you seated. Sit down. Leave, Mr. Keating. All of you, down. I want you seated. Do you hear me? Sit down!

Mr. Keating: Thank you, boys. Thank you.

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You reached for your box of tissues to wipe away the rest of your tears and blew your nose as the end credits rolled. Dead Poets Society was your favorite movie, the one you always watched with Ruthie, your best friend since high school. It was the one that always had you both in tears at the end.

Before you became a hunter, you wanted to be a teacher, to find that one-in-a-million kid that you knew would do great things. A run-in with a monster changed all of that for you, basically crushing that dream.

While you were in college, a skinwalker decided to impersonate one of your professors. Students got called into this professor's office to discuss the latest class assignment and were never seen again. Your roommate had met with him one Tuesday afternoon and she was killed. This was the incident that caught the Winchesters' attention.

You met Sam and Dean when they questioned you about your roommate's death. It was a few days before your own scheduled meeting with the professor. You agreed to act as bait so that no more lives would be lost. You went to your meeting as planned. Just before the skinwalker transformed to attack you, Sam and Dean barged in and killed it.

From then on, they took you under their wing and trained you to be a hunter. You already had excellent researching skills, being fresh out of school. As a retired hunter, your father saw to your weapons education from when you were 10 years old.

Dean trained you in self-defense, while Sam was responsible for your strength and conditioning. In return, you were chief cook and bottle-washer, with laundry, nursing and research duties on the side. The boys always raved about your home-cooking, and you taught yourself basic doctoring skills for the more serious injuries.

Every year, no matter what you and Ruthie were doing, you watched the movie together and texted back and forth as it played. You both always had popcorn and a box of tissues nearby. Sometimes, Sam and Dean would wander through the living room area and stop to watch a bit of the movie. After a while, they left, shaking their heads at you. As the credits rolled, you called Ruthie and talked for a bit. Before you hung up, you promised each other to get together soon, said your "I love you's" and went back to your separate lives.

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Sam and Dean came down the spiral staircase, grocery bags in hand. You gathered up your tissues and headed towards the kitchen to help put away the supplies. They noticed your eyes were all red and puffy, and exchanged glances between them.

You noticed their facial expressions and lightly chuckled. "I'm fine, fellas, really. Ruthie and I just finished our annual viewing of Dead Poets Society," you explained.

Dean snorted. "Haven't you two watched that movie like, a hundred times? You both know how it ends, you both cry at the end, so why do you watch it over and over?" he asked.

You shrugged. "I don't know, Dean. It's something we've always done, just once a year, and it's a great movie," you replied. "I always wanted to be a teacher. Someone who finds and inspires that one kid who goes on to do great things in life. All because someone had faith," you remarked softly.

As you finished, you heard someone behind you, clearing his throat. "Pardon me, but where shall I put these?" he asked, gesturing to the grocery bags in his hands.

Your eyes grew wide and your hand covered your mouth as you realized who it was behind you. Arthur Ketch, you thought. What the hell is he doing here?!? I can't let him see me like this, with red, puffy eyes. I gotta get out of here, you thought. You kept your head down and stepped to the side to let Ketch get through to the kitchen. Then you backed your way out and once clear, you hurried to your room.

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When you determined that the kitchen was clear, you surveyed the contents of the newly-stocked fridge and pantry. You wanted to see what the boys brought home that you could use to make dinner. Sam wandered in a few minutes later, looking for something to drink. "So, what was all that about earlier?" he asked.

"I don't understand, what do you mean, Sam?" you asked.

"You were all fine until Ketch showed up behind you. Then you went running out of here like some teenage girl with her first cr--" he stopped short and grinned widely. "That's it, isn't it?? You have a crush on Arthur Ketch!" Sam gloated.

"Shut up, Sam, I do not!" you hissed.

"Oh, you so do. I saw your face, you went white as a sheet," Sam smirked.

"What is he doing here anyway?" you snapped.

"He's helping us with some case we caught that involves a djinn a couple of towns over. Heard it's pretty powerful, so we'll need all hands on deck. By the way, he will be here for dinner, so....hope you're making something good," he grinned.

You groaned. "I was just trying to figure that out. Hmm....I should make that Cheesy Broccoli and Chicken Casserole," you remarked. Sam shrugged and said that was fine with him, so you started to pull the items out of the fridge and pantry.

Once all of the ingredients were assembled, you put dinner in the oven and set the timer for 45 minutes. This gave you enough time to get yourself cleaned up. You didn't have a chance to shower before your annual movie watch with Ruthie.

After your shower, you pulled on a pair of faded blue jeans, your red sweater and slipped on your red tennis shoes. As you were walking back into the kitchen, you heard the oven timer going off. Dinner was done baking, so you removed it from the oven and hurried up to set the table.

You served a portion to each man, then you served yourself. You ate slowly, looking around at each of the guys, trying to determine how much they liked dinner. Judging by the lack of conversation, you figured that it was a success. When the pan was cleaned out, all three of the guys sat back in their chairs, having eaten their fill.

"Wow, that was great! Even better than the last time you made it," Dean remarked, patting his now-full stomach.

"Great suggestion," Sam added.

You thanked them for the complements and waited to hear from the man whose opinion interested you the most. When you didn't hear anything for a few minutes, you picked up some dishes and took them to the kitchen to be washed.

Ketch watched you leave the table with the dirty dishes. He had to admit, it had been a while since he'd had home cooking like that. And prepared by such a beautiful chef, as well.

"Top-notch cuisine, chaps. Do you eat like that all the time?" Ketch asked.

"Oh, yeah, we've got the best cook in the hunting world. If you think tonight's meal was good, wait until you have breakfast. She makes the best pancakes I've ever tasted," Dean remarked.

"Really. Well, here's to pancakes in the morning," Ketch grinned, holding up his scotch for a toast.

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When Ketch agreed to help the Winchester brothers with this djinn, he looked at it as an opportunity to escape boredom. Things on the hunter front were quiet in his sector, so he jumped at Sam's invitation to work this case. Of course, boredom wasn't the only reason. Little did you know, he was looking forward to a chance to see you again.

The first time he'd met you, it was on a mission to take out a nest of vampires that had taken multiple hostages. You, Ketch, Sam and Dean all entered the house, but from opposite directions. With the top floor cleared, you all headed down to the basement.

Your part in the mission was to check on the victims and determine who could be saved and who couldn't be. Of the ten that were taken, only four could be saved. You released the four, who Sam and Dean helped up the stairs to wait for you, since they hadn't lost too much blood.

As you released the last hostage, a female vamp attacked you. There wasn't enough time to slice off her head with your machete, so you punched her instead. She stumbled backwards, giving you enough time to regain your stance and separate her head from the rest of her body.

You then looked up to see that Ketch was locked in battle with a vamp himself, but his blade was out of his reach. You yelled at him to get down, giving you a clear shot at severing the vamp's head and keeping Ketch from being bitten. He nodded at you in gratitude, and you gave him a wink and a mock salute before returning to battle.

Ketch smiled as he thought about that first mission. Your paths crossed from time to time on hunts over the past couple of years, but nothing really came of it. You shared a drink or two in celebration of a successful hunt, but then you both went your separate ways.

To Ketch, that was really a shame. Because as tough as you were in a fight, he could see that you had a softer side as well. You were a woman who showed her love to her family through her cooking. Who cried at watching the same movie over and over again with her best friend. Who wanted to be a teacher to inspire the younger generation to go out and do great things, follow their dreams. Oh, he thought, I'll just bet there's a wealth of passion locked within that 5'3" frame of hers. Just waiting for the right man to bring it out. And tonight, he decided that he wanted to be that man.

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After the dinner dishes had been washed, you noticed that Sam, Dean and Ketch were still at the table, talking. You stopped briefly at the table, wished each man goodnight and headed towards your room. As you passed by Ketch, he caught your hand in his then brushed his lips gently across the back. This caused you to turn and face him, blushing furiously. "Lovely dinner, darling. Must see what I can do to be invited back for more of your excellent cuisine," he winked and smiled at you.

"Th-thank you, Arthur. I'm glad you liked it," you replied softly. "By the way, gents, I made some chocolate chip cookies earlier. They're in the kitchen, if anyone gets a sweet tooth later on tonight. Goodnight everyone," you said.

Once in your room, while you absently removed your shoes, you thought about that last interaction with Ketch. He kissed the back of my hand, you thought. A grin slowly crept across your face. And, he wants to have dinner with me--us--again some night. You shook your head and your smile fell as your self-doubt crept in. Nah, he doesn't mean anything by it. He could have his choice of any woman in the world. Why on earth would he choose me? you silently wondered.

You changed into your teddy bear pajama pants and a T-shirt, then climbed into bed. You picked up your book from your nightstand and settled in to read a few pages. However, your thoughts drifted towards the handsome Brit currently drinking with Sam and Dean. The man with the smoldering blue-grey eyes, the strong jawline with enough of a 5 o'clock shadow to be sexy. Dark brown hair you were itching to run your fingers through as his lips plundered yours. You shook your head. Enough torture, you thought as you turned out the light to try and sleep.

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Back out at the table, Sam, Dean and Ketch were having an after-dinner drink, along with some of the cookies you had baked. When the subject of you came up, Dean turned and said something to Ketch. "Dude, you must like her or something, 'cause you sure were getting your flirt on," Dean smirked.

"Really? Dean, don't be absurd. Can't afford to have entanglements, you know that," Ketch scoffed as he took a generous gulp of his whiskey. Even as he said this, he realized there was some truth to Dean's words.

"I don't know, Ketch. She's a pretty tough hunter, as I'm sure you know. And you've just seen firsthand what she can do in the kitchen. I tell you, man, it's nothing short of magic," Sam interjected.

Ketch had started to feel a slight buzz from the second scotch he was drinking. He paused to consider Sam and Dean's words before adding his own to the conversation. "Well, lads. Here's the thing. I think she's an amazing woman. She's smart, kind, has a gentle soul and a great sense of humor. Not to mention she has mad cooking skills and she's gorgeous," he finished.

"Sounds like someone has a bit of a crush on a certain lady hunter after all," Dean observed with a smirk.

"Perhaps so, Dean. Might possibly have to stick around here for a while, to see what happens," Ketch winked.

About an hour later, the boys all called it a night, and headed to their respective rooms to sleep. Only Ketch couldn't fall asleep right away, because his thoughts were all about you. He thought about your short, wavy brown hair, your hazel eyes and perfect pink lips, almost begging him to take a taste. He wondered how your skilled hands would feel as they ran over the surface of his skin or your fingers through his hair.

When he could no longer stand it, he got up out of bed for a drink of water. He paused in the doorway at seeing your figure leaning against the counter. You were looking down at your phone and absently drinking from a water bottle. He watched as you looked around, put your phone in your pocket and quietly opened the back door that led outside. Ketch decided to follow you, thinking this may be his best opportunity to speak with you without Sam and Dean around.

Once outside, your gaze turned towards the sky and the millions of stars. Your eyes were wide with child-like wonder, leaving Ketch to wonder what you may be thinking. Suddenly, he heard a rustling from behind the trees. He was horrified to see a dark figure with glowing blue eyes and skin approach you from behind.

Before Ketch could react, you had disappeared without a trace. All that was left was your bottle of water, its contents leaking out onto the ground when it fell from your hand. He knew at once that it was the djinn you all were hunting that had taken you. By stepping outside of the bunker, you were no longer protected by its warding, so the djinn made its move. Ketch ran back inside to alert Sam and Dean of your disappearance.

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"What the hell was she doing outside anyway?? It's 2:30 in the morning!!" Dean thundered.

"I don't know, Dean. One minute she's leaning against the counter, looking at her phone and drinking from a bottle of water. The next minute, she's sneaking out the back door. I followed her to see what she was doing. But the djinn took off with her before I had a chance to grab hold of her hand. Sorry, lads," Ketch replied, his gaze dropping to the floor.

"Look, we have to focus on finding her. These things generally make their home in abandoned warehouses, where it's dark and there's lots of space. Sam, do a search for any of those within a 30-mile radius from here," Dean ordered. He clapped a hand on Ketch's shoulder. "Hey, Ketch, it's not your fault. We'll get her back, don't worry," Dean assured him, then left the room to pack a bag of supplies.

Sam tapped away at his laptop, to see if he could track the signal from your phone. While the online search was processing, he looked up at Ketch. "You like her, don't you?" he asked.

"Let's just say, she intrigues me. She's unlike any woman I've ever known," Ketch started, looking off into the distance. "To do this job for so long and still have a sense of wonder about the stars? To watch the same movie year after year with one's best friend, knowing how it ends and she's still emotional about it? That's endearing," Ketch finished.

Sam grinned. "Yeah, she's pretty special. By the way, she'd probably slap me for telling you this, but....you 'intrigue' her too," he admitted.

Ketch looked at Sam upon hearing this. "Thank you, Sam," he replied with a small smile.

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You opened your eyes to the gentle sunlight streaming through the lacy curtains waving at the window. You sat up with a start to take in the rest of your surroundings. Fluffy pillows, soft mattress, flower-printed bedspread. This is not my bedroom back in the bunker, you thought. Where the hell am I? you asked yourself.

You turned to look at the nightstand for your phone, and your eyes landed on a picture frame. It looked like a wedding picture. Upon closer examination, it was a wedding picture....YOUR wedding picture. And the groom was none other than Arthur Ketch. You closed your eyes and fell back down onto the mattress. You quickly looked to your left hand to see a gorgeous diamond and white gold bridal set on your ring finger.

In walked Arthur, your husband, who was fixing his tie. "Darling, if you don't get up now and get dressed, you'll be late for work," his voice gently chided. He leaned over and kissed your cheek.

"Work?" you managed to croak out. Dear Chuck, he's a handsome gent. You hoped that your observation was only expressed in your head and not out of your mouth.

"It's your first day of school as the new English teacher at John F Kennedy Senior High School." he reminded you. Ketch must have seen the confusion on your face. "Are you all right, Love?" he asked.

"I-I'm fine, just not quite awake yet. I'm okay, getting up now," you said, giving him a quick smile. You swung your legs over the side of the bed, and when your feet hit the carpet, they sank into its luxuriousness. You walked over to the closet and tried to decide what to wear. You wanted something that would hopefully not draw too much attention to yourself. At least not until you could figure out exactly what was going on here.

You pulled on your navy blue pinstriped skirt and paired it with a pale blue button-up blouse. "Here, allow me," Arthur gently turned you around to face him so he could fasten the buttons for you. "Although, I'd rather leave it unbuttoned. Easier access, you know," he whispered. His index finger lightly traced your jawline and hooked under your chin. He tilted your face up so you could look into each others' eyes. Your palms ran up the length of his chiseled chest, then your fingers locked behind his head to pull him closer.

Just as Ketch was about to mesh his lips with yours, a searing pain hit your head, then you lost your footing. A vision of a dark and dirty warehouse passed before your eyes. In the corner, you saw yourself tied to a rack with tubes running from your arms. Djinn, you thought. I've been captured by the djinn we were supposed to be hunting.

You looked at Ketch and could see his mouth moving, but no sound was coming out. Finally, you heard his voice calling your name, asking if you were all right. You laid a hand on his upper arm and assured him you were fine. He wrapped you in his arms, pulling you up so you were close to his chest. You leaned back slightly from his embrace to look into his blue-grey eyes. "Shall we try that again?" you asked in a sultry voice.

You wound your hands around so they were clasped behind his head again. You gently tugged him closer, though he needed no encouragement. Your lips met in a kiss that started slow and sweet, then turned a bit more insistent, driven by need. When you broke apart, you were both trying to catch your breath. "You little minx," he grinned. "Just you wait until tonight, Love," he said as he tapped the end of your nose.

Ketch retrieved his suit coat from the back of the chair, while you finished getting dressed. As you were stepping into your shoes, he said, "Don't forget, we have reservations at Ravelli's tonight at 7 o'clock."

"All right, thank you for the reminder. Wait, are we celebrating something tonight?" you asked.

"Sweetheart, are you sure you're all right? I thought for sure you'd remember it was your birthday. Sam, Dean and your parents will all be there," Ketch explained. "By the way," he took your hand in his and pulled you closer. "Happy Birthday, Love," he whispered, brushing his lips on yours.

"Thank you, Arthur," you responded, as your cheeks turned red. "I love you," you replied softly.

"I love you, my blushing bride," he grinned. "Have a good first day of school, darling. I'll see you tonight," he promised.

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"Hey, Dean? Ketch? I got something! I tracked her phone to an abandoned warehouse about 25 miles from here," Sam called.

"All right, let's pack up and get going, we probably don't have much time," Dean said grimly. He did a final weapons check, then the men piled into the Impala and sped off to find you.

Ketch was in the backseat, his mind consumed by thoughts of you. Hoping they would get there in time to save you. Promising himself that when you were rescued, that he would take care of you and keep you safe. More importantly, he was going to tell you how he felt.

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You had an amazing first day of school. Your students seemed to hang on your every word, and they were pleased to have no homework from you that first day. You reviewed the syllabus, only to have the conversation turn into more of a get-to-know-you discussion. In your last class of the day, you let it slip that it was your birthday, so your students sang to you. You couldn't wait to go home and tell your husband all about it.

Before you drove home, you were once again hit with the vision of a dark and empty warehouse. You could hear signs of a struggle nearby, like a fistfight going on. Soon, a man with a British accent came over to you, whispering that everything was going to be all right. He had some cuts and bruises on his face, some blood on his clothes, but he worked gently to free your hands and arms. As soon as you were disconnected, your knees gave out, but he caught you and carried you out to the car.

You sat in your car in the empty school parking lot, trying to get your bearings after the vision. The more you thought about it, the more you recognized the man who rescued you. His face and his voice matched that of your husband in this life. The car was Dean's beloved Impala.

It became clearer to you that you didn't belong here. You had to get out before the djinn managed to completely drain you, which you knew would kill you. Before you left for the restaurant, you went into the kitchen to grab a knife and slipped it into your purse. You knew the only way out was to die in the djinn world so you would wake up in the real world.

At the restaurant, everyone offered their toasts to your birthday. You blushed at Arthur's heartfelt declaration of his love for you, today and every day. Tears sprang to your eyes, knowing that while you would never have this in the real world, you didn't belong here either. You excused yourself to the restroom, bringing your purse with you. Once inside, you brought out the knife, took one last look in the mirror and plunged the blade into your stomach.

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"Sam! Dean! She's over here!" Ketch shouted. You mumbled something, to which Ketch responded, "Shh, darling, don't talk. You're going to be all right." He disconnected the tubes running out of your arms, then untied your wrists from the rack. Your knees buckled, but he caught you before you hit the floor.

Ketch scooped you up and carried you out to the Impala. Dean jumped into the driver's seat and started the engine. Sam helped place you carefully in the backseat, then Ketch got into the back with you. He cradled you in his arms, almost as if he was afraid to let you go. Sam got into the front seat and Dean drove off for home. Ketch placed soft kisses to your temple, while you mumbled nonsense.

Once back in the bunker, you were taken directly to the infirmary to tend to your wounds and get some rest. Sam and Dean stayed out of the way, as Ketch insisted on patching you up himself. He treated your wounds with a business-like manner, and tried not to let his emotions show. He felt somehow responsible for your abduction in the first place. He hated to see you in such a vulnerable state, because to him, you were always so strong.

While Ketch was stitching up your left arm, you put your right hand on his cheek and stroked it with your thumb. "Arthur," you whispered. He paused and looked into your eyes. "I'm all right. You found me and got me out of there safely. To me, that's all that matters," you finished, giving him a soft smile.

He took hold of your hand that was resting on his cheek, and curled his fingers around yours. "I know you'll be all right, Love. But I should have done more to protect you so that this didn't happen in the first place," he replied, his eyes cast downward.

You sat up enough so you were resting on your elbows. "Ketch, look at me. I'm not some fragile, delicate flower that needs tending. I am a hunter, and I realize that with being a hunter, there are certain risks. This was not your fault, by any means. I'm just thankful you found me so quickly," you remarked.

"Well....I saw you go out the door, so I followed you. I was hoping to have a few words with you without Sam and Dean hovering about. Then I saw you disappear with the djinn, and....my heart dropped because you were in danger," Ketch responded.

Your heartbeat quickened as you let Ketch's words sink in. You were curious, so you voiced the only question on your mind. "Sam and Dean aren't around now, so....what did you want to say, Arthur?" you asked warily.

Ketch paused before answering, making you think that maybe you shouldn't have asked. Then he leaned closer to you, his thumb caressing your cheek this time. "You are the most intriguing woman I've ever met. You are also kind,"--(kiss)--"smart,"--(kiss)--"strong"--(kiss)--"and"--(kiss)--"beautiful," he replied with a smile.

You shifted again so you were sitting fully upright and placed your hands on Ketch's shoulders. "I also have a confession. When I was under from the djinn, you were in my vision. We were a bit more than friends," you said nervously.

"Really? Hmm," Ketch commented. "I suppose I would be all in for making your dream a reality," he smirked. "I hereby apply for a transfer to the Kansas Division of the Men of Letters. To serve the remainder of my commission under the command of the Winchesters and their lovely lady hunter," he declared.

"Well, I don't care what Sam and Dean say, but I wholeheartedly approve of your transfer. In fact, I'd say it's effective immediately," you said huskily. You leaned forward and closed the gap by meshing your lips with his. Ketch cupped your face with his hands and you wound your arms around his neck. Your mouths moved together, your lips slightly parted for Ketch's tongue to move in and explore.

The sound of two people clapping broke your kiss. "I told you so!" Sam exclaimed. You buried your face in Ketch's shoulder as he cradled you close to his side. Both Winchesters then shook their heads and left the two of you alone in the infirmary.

"Welcome home, Arthur," you remarked softly.

"Home sweet home, darling," Ketch replied as he moved in for another kiss.

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