#salt candle holder

[treasuregamble]

the Pillsbury Doughboy. he's poppin' fresh (what can't he do)

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[teddy-bear-naps-and-random-snaps]

[grouponova]

Himalayan Salt Candle Holder

This handcrafted, beautiful candle holder can benefit you in multiple ways:

Beautiful addition to your home decor

Creating a relaxing and soothing atmosphere to unwind.

Enhancing the quality of your sleep

[junkologistsgoods]

Vintage Fiestaware Cobalt Blue Bulb Taper Candlestick Candle Holder Gift - Homer Laughlin

[farfallasims]

Gifts For the Hostess 🥂

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Thank you to the CC Creators! @royalsimscreations @pinkbox-anye @sundays-sims @lijoue @aroundthesims & others

[whitemagiccan]

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[ihavehisdvds]

Just 7 low-key basics for any beginning witch:

1) learn how to dress and light a candle without burning your house down. A little oil goes a long way. A lot of oil goes right into a bad situation.

2) learn how to light and position incense so you don’t set off the fire alarms. Fans are an amazing friend. They circulate the smell of the incense to your whole living space, but also diffuses the smoke.

3) do not store your planchette on your ouija board (it’s like leaving your house unlocked).

4) make sure you research oils before you diffuse them if you have animals. I.e citrus straight oils or citrus oil in oil blends make dogs sick and lily oil can kill cats.

And by the gods don’t diffuse banishing oil because you’ll end up with a pepper spray situation.

5) you don’t absolutely need a holder. You just need to soften the bottom of a candle enough (yes with fire) and it will stick to a surface. A flame resistant surface (see rule one about accidentally burning down things).

6) don’t poison the earth with a ring of salt on the grass. Ashes from incense or powdered egg shells works the same. And add nutrients to the soil.

Salt inside, not outside.

And 7) if you live in an apartment or house that will not be friendly to any burning, make your favorite herbs into infusions. You can use them on their own, or mix different ones easily, for any desirable effect. Unlike burning the herbs, smoke detectors shouldn’t go off unless you spray right at them. (Watch for mold in the bottle).

I’m being a touch humerus but I also mean every bit of it.

[ozarkdirtwitch]

Folk Magic Battle Bag

Magical workings don't always take place at home. This is my "battle bag" I take with me when I need to perform magic or workings on the road.

My Bag

The bag is a basic canvas molle waist bag. I also attached a small, padded essential oil case.

The Gear

Inside I have most of what I need to perform a working on the road.

Birthday candles

Ritual knife

Leather cord

Chime candles

Scisors

Alcohol wipes

Thread

Incense matches

Mini incense/candle holder

Staples

Coins

Essential oils

Herbs and salts

Stay away powder

Sharpie

Harvesting knife

Incense

Prepared witch bottle

Empty bottle

Needles

Camphor tablets

I still need to add a small assortment of cloths and some soap sheets but those are coming soon.

[1-800-local-slut]

House of Memories (Spencer's Version)

Spencer Reid x Black! Fem! FBI! Reader

A look at your life with Spencer through the eyes of his team mates

Warnings: none really, just fluff, the team being observant, adult objects (condoms, alcohol, etc.,), not a warning but a note: reader isn't in the BAU but she works in the FBI, through Emily's POV

“I wasn’t expecting an invite from you, Reid. Thanks for having me over.” The front door to the apartment opened. Emily was holding a bottle of cheap wine that she grabbed from the liquor store down the street when she realized she forgot to bring a house gift. It was a close call too, she was literally driving past it when she realized and had to make a very hasty u-turn. 

“It’s no problem, thank you for coming! Derek, Garcia and Hotch are in the living room, Rossi’s in the bathroom and JJ’s coming late. Her loss though, I think she’d really enjoy Interstellar and if she comes late I know she’s going to complain. Come in, just take your shoes off if you don’t mind.” Emily nodded, after Spencer gave her a light side hug and accepted the bottle from her. 

He wore a white tee-shirt, pajama bottoms, and smelt fresh. His hair was damp as well, like he’d showered a few hours ago but his hair is so thick that it takes a minute for it to dry. She noticed his light shrug, as if it wasn’t his preference but he would take it anyways. 

Ghosting through the threshold, she bent down and slipped off her boots. She heard light chatter, music, smelt a vanilla and sea salt (it was a rough guess) candle burning, and heard the clatter of pots in the kitchen. 

She couldn’t help it, her analytical mind working before she could stop it. Sometimes she would find herself profiling strangers even when it was rude. And profiling your coworker who invited you into his home was very rude. 

Spencer’s shoes were thrown on the floor, one knocked on its side but still close together. As if it was an attempt on his end to be some sort of neat. Pairs of heels, pumps, boots were lined on the shoe rack but after doing a quick count, she noticed something. There were far more womens shoes than there were mens shoes. About six pairs of men's shoes to a 10 women’s shoe ratio.

Aaron, David, Derek make three, and the other three were clearly Spencer’s. Pen’s shoes obviously were one of those female shoes. The bright purple heels sticking out like a sore thumb amongst the browns, blacks, and deep reds of the female shoes. 

‘Enough Emily, stop being rude.’ 

“Your house is beautiful Spencer.” She couldn’t help but look around in slight awe. She wasn’t expecting Spencer’s house to be so…neat? No, that sounds mean. Neat in a way that didn’t seem like it was all Spencer. Sure Spencer’s little unique touches were sprinkled about the apartment and she was still standing at the doorway.

There were pictures of nature hanging on the wall, of a young black woman standing in front of a large pond far from the camera. She wore a pink baseball cap and had her hands flung out as if to emphasize how big the pond was. Who was that? A secret lover? She looked familiar, like a face Emily had seen in passing.

“Oh thanks. I just moved in a few months ago so not everything is fully set up.” Spencer called from the kitchen, and there were three clicks from the stove. Then he slid out, wiping his hands on a towel. As she walked through the house, she noticed more.

Potted plants with lush green leaves, knitted plant holders hanging from the ceiling, a red and dark blue patterned rug on the floor in the hall. From where she stood, she could see there was a small dining area. A nice wooden table, with papers and files scattered all over. 

She found her way to the living room and saw her coworkers engaged in whispers on the couch. More papers and files were on the small tables on either side of the couch, a contrast to the neatness of the rest of the house.

“Hey everybody, what’s up?” Emily asked. Heads snapped towards her, and she noticed Penelope’s eyes curved up in a mischievous grin. 

“Hi! Come sit, come sit.” Penelope motioned next to her, Derek and Rossi sliding over to make room for her. 

“Did you make it in okay?” Hotch asked and Emily nodded while she slipped onto the brown leather sofa. A dark purple hand knitted black was thrown over the back of it. Did Spencer take up knitting or was this just a nice purchase? 

Spencer plopped down into the brown leather armchair and rested his feet on the pouf in front of him. Emily noticed how spotless the glass coffee table in front of them was. 

The whole house was ridiculously clean. The wooden floors sparkled, the carpets meticulously vacuumed, the TV sparkled and the speakers next to the TV were flawlessly dusted. The large oak bookshelf that was up against the wall that was closest to the kitchen was also dusted and the books neatly organized. 

When would Spencer have time to clean his house so thoroughly? They were on a mission all of last week, got back two nights ago and have been at work since then. Sure, it’s Spencer he could just be very clean but the way things sparkled, it was clear they were cleaned merely a few hours ago. 

When they did go home it was late at night and they were back at work early the next day. Did he spend his whole Saturday afternoon scrubbing his floors, and preparing to cook for them? Spencer wasn’t the type to have a housekeeper, especially when he does his work all over and you can’t exactly leave FBI documents in the eye of the eye of a random house keeper.

“Sorry about the paperwork, I still have to set up my study. I have to put up my desk and everything.” Everyone voiced a consolation, some variation of ‘I don’t mind’ or ‘you should see my place’.

“Not the handyman?” Derek teased, wiggling his eyebrows. Spencer chuckled and shook his head. Spencer’s been smiling a lot more lately.

“I like keeping myself out of the hospital. Did you know every 45 minutes a piece of furniture falls on someone, and 25,000 people a year are treated at the hospital for a furniture related incident?” Spencer rattled off, emphasizing the numbers with his fingers.

Before anyone else could say anything, the doorbell rang. Spencer glanced back at the door, before he sprung to his feet with enthusiasm like he was expecting  Emily and Penelope exchanged looks, giggling while Rossi lightly rolled his eyes.

“Of course he knows that. Also, did any of you know that Spencer moved to a new place?” Derek asked.

“Well I knew. I know where all of you live. But it was very considerate of him to invite us over.” Hotch nodded, taking a sip of a bottle of water. Not Spencer’s usual brand but she did notice a switch some time ago. From Purelife to Poland Spring.

“Did you see the coat? Hanging by the door rack?” Penelope whispered, motioning for everyone to come in closer. There was a devilish twinkle in her eyes, her brain working overtime.

“What, you think he has some… extra company? A secret lover?” Rossi chuckled. Of course she noticed, but she just thought it was Penelope’s. 

“Maybe! Do you think?” Penelope asked excitedly, her hands flapping around with enthusiasm. Oh Penelope, ever the romantic. Derek giggled next to Penelope. He was lightly smacked by Penelope as a rebuttal and he giggled as if the slaps tickled him and they heard Spencer’s reapproaching foot steps along with an extra pair of heels. 

They all turned, eager to see who it was. Would it be the woman in the photo? His mom? Someone else?

“JJ!” Emily exclaimed when the final member of their team came in. She twisted around in her seat, happy to see her friend. JJ wasn’t able to make it on their last assignment so it had been a minute since they’d seen her. For people who practically live together, spending almost every moment together while at work was normal. They’d all fallen into a natural balance of being around each other. Of course they’d missed JJ while she was out sick.

“Hi!” She held her arms open for hugs, while the entire team voiced their hellos.

“Sorry I’m late, the grocery store was ridiculous. You wouldn’t believe what I saw, some lady's ex boyfriend came there and she called the cops on him like right there in the store. Apparently, he gave her something on purpose. She got on the speaker and called him ‘Dirty Dick David’. And then they fired her for playing with the mic that way!” She told her story while passing out hugs and then plopped down in the opposite arm chair across from the one Spencer was sitting in before.

“What?” Spencer laughed while he sat back down. 

“Right there it happened.” The whole team was laughing and Emily remembered that this was why she got along with her team so well. The easy laughter was so simple and refreshing.

“Woah, right there is insane! I guess she was sick of him.” Emily leaned slightly into Penny, allowing herself more comfort

“Imagine being at work and your ex who purposely infected you with something shows up to both you? I’d be pissed too.” Derek chuckled.

“I’ve been through three wives and never got a reaction like that, Dirty Dick David certainly had it coming.” Rossi added before they all laughed even harder.

Then there was a loud ringing noise. Spencer’s phone was going off and he patted himself down, lifting himself up checking to see if he was sitting on it. Then he got up, his face making a tiny expression like he could finally recall.

“I’ll be right back guys.” He ran into the kitchen and Penelope pulled everyone into a huddle.

“Okay, here’s what you missed JJ, you ready?”

“I’m ready?” She asked with an arch eyebrow and a nervous smile.

“There’s a bunch of lady stuff around here, like a coat and I don’t know if you saw the shoes but there are a lot of lady shoes. Rossi was in the bathroom and saw a bunch of lady stuff too, like a special face cleanser but he didn’t wanna snoop. I think he should’ve gone for it but whatever. Also I don’t know if you know but I know that Spencer doesn’t cook. 

His house is also really clean like really really clean like it was just clean but when would he have gotten the time to clean it? I mean we got off work like three hours ago. Running theories? Spencer has a housekeeper, a secret girlfriend, or his moms visiting. Got it? Okay, got it.” 

JJ blinked after Garcia’s rapid rundown, Derek nodding like he was able to keep up with that and Hotch all around looked displeased.

“We are guests in Spencer’s home, don’t go looking through his stuff. Maybe Spencer likes that stuff, that’s not any of our concern.” He frowned with a crease in his eyebrows. 

“Yeah Garcia, besides if Spence did get a girlfriend then I think that’s great for him.” JJ chuckled and Derek rubbed her shoulder comfortingly.

“I’m back! I picked up the shrimp and some wine. I also got some beers if you want any. The coolers are for me, you can have one but don’t take any of the pink ones. I like those ones.”  A familiar voice sounded through the house.

The sound of socks hitting the floor padded through the house and a young woman walked in. The woman from the photo more specifically. Her hair was in long braids that curled around her waist. She was gorgeous, a red scarf was wrapped around her neck to protect her from the chilly winter air. More specifically she was familiar. 

More specifically she was from a different team. More specifically a member of the HRT. The Hostage Rescue Unit. They’ve seen Spencer speaking with her a lot. They’ve teased him for their closeness multiple times, and knew they were a bit closer. But Emily didn’t know they were such close friends. For her to just walk into his home this way.

No offense to Spencer but when Emily said she was hot, she meant she was hot. Like she just stepped out of a magazine. And she never thought Spencer would have it in him to pull. Spencer was certainly nothing to sneeze at but my god was this woman attractive.

She was making her way through the house, to the kitchen lightly waddling. She held a bag of groceries and as if she could feel all the eyes on her she turned. 

“Oh hi! I’m sorry, I ran out to the grocery store. I didn’t realize we ran out of shrimp but the food will be done soon.” She beamed at them and put one of her hands on her hips. And Emily did as profilers do. She profiled even if she didn’t truly mean too. She was wearing pajama pants, and a puffy coat that was zipped open to reveal a white tank top. Above all she radiated joy, confidence and comfort.

“It’s nice to see you again.” Hotch cleared his throat, and she nodded at the members of the BAU.

“You got the shrimp?” Spencer called, coming out of the kitchen, slipping his phone into the pocket of his pants. He came up behind her, wrapping an arm around her waist. She instinctively angled her head to his and pushed herself up onto her tippy toes to plant a kiss on his lips.

Penelope was on the verge of exploding, her mouth open in a wide grin. She let out an excited squeal. The two agents jumped upon hearing the high pitched noise and everyone on the couch turned to face her.

“What?! Oh my god, when were you gonna tell us?!” Penelope asked, bounding up from the couch. Spencer looked confused above all as Penelope raced towards him and his apparent girlfriend.

“I didn’t think I had to, we weren’t exactly shy about it.” Spencer laughed as he looked at Penelope basically bouncing up and down in front of him. She giggled and Penelope paused.

“Dude we thought you were just friends?” Derek questioned from the couch. Spencer shook his head, looking more and more shocked by the second.

“So how long has this been going on?” Emily asked with a laugh. She had to laugh! How could she not be happy for Spencer? He looked so happy, he literally hadn’t stopped smiling since she came into the door and they kissed.

“Like a year? I mean, I know we jumped the gun with moving, but my lease was up and I decided that this would work and I couldn’t find anywhere close enough to work. We decided to go for it.” Spencer added, scratching the back of his neck.

“You guys really had no idea? I mean I tell you guys that we go out every weekend, I have a picture of her on my desk. We literally come to work together everyday.” Spencer exclaimed, motioning around with his hands.

“I don't see you that often at work, they probably don’t really notice those things.” She rationalized to him and rubbed a hand over his chest. He never moved his hand from around her waist. 

It all made sense. The candles littered around the house, the small basket of yarn and needles on the floor next to one of the arm chairs. The food even smelt too seasoned to be like anything Spencer could cook, the photos that Emily was just now realizing were taken of Spencer. The romance novel that Emily saw sitting on the glass coffee table. How spotless the entire house was. The shoes, the coat, Emily was just mad at herself for not recognizing the photo.

“Well. Way to go Reid, I didn’t know you had it in you.” She smirked at Derek’s remark and stood on her toes again. She whispered something in Spencer’s ear and he cackled with his mouth open in shock. 

He was turning a bashful shade of red and his voice squeaked as he sent her away. 

“I’ll be finished with your food soon, you guys.” Trailing into the kitchen, Spencer glanced over as if to check if she needed anything.

“Oh gosh, you didn’t have to cook for us! Thank you so much!” Emily exclaimed, realizing that she was just sitting there like a fish with her mouth wide open. 

“Let her cook, why not enjoy dinner and a movie?” Rossi joked. It seemed like the shock had dissipated and JJ giggled, her blonde hair shining like the Sun and Emily noted how her entire face lit up like a star.

“Honey, can you come help me with these groceries?” Spencer nodded, following her into the kitchen. They watched, waiting to watch them fully go into the kitchen. Then like little girls at a sleepover, they leaned back into their huddle. 

“Wow!”

“Let’s not get too ahead of ourselves.” Hotch tried to keep the peace before his team of impatient agents ran rampant. Emily herself felt like she needed answers and she needed them now. 

“Did you see the way he looked at her? They’re so cute, I had a feeling when he came to work that one time smelling like perfume and wearing the same clothes but they were like all up on each other.” Penelope whispered excitedly. 

“I always knew opposites attract. You know they make a handsome couple too.” The excitement died down for a second and everyone had to look at Rossi. Who even used that phrasing anymore?

“You’re so old, Rossi.” JJ giggled and Hotch shook his head. Rossi smiled playfully, the way he always did when they made fun of him for being ancient.

“What do they even talk about? I mean sure they have stuff in common but for a whole year? I wasn’t expecting that!” Emily exclaimed.

“Reid’s never short on things to talk about.” Derek teased and Penelope swatted him again.

“I mean I noticed he’d been a bit happier but I wasn’t expecting this! I guess you just never know.” JJ added in, glancing over to the kitchen to make sure the two weren’t standing right there. 

“We can find out what they talk about.” No one wanted to admit it but they wanted to snoop so bad. So bad that when Penelope suggested it the best thing to do was to stop talking and be extra quiet so they could hear. Even Hotch, slowly reclined.

Over the clatter of pans, the soft clinking of bottles and things being put away, and dishes being taken out they heard her voice. 

“Emily brought us some wine. Pink.” Spencer’s voice broke through and Emily tensed up. Oh god, what if they hated the wine? 

“Oh my favorite. I’ve always liked that Emily. If it wasn’t for you, I’d go for her.” She laughed and plopped something into what sounded like a liquid. 

Derek made some funny eyebrows at Emily and Emily felt her cheeks heat up. JJ and Penelope both grabbed each other to stifle a laugh. As bad as it was to listen to your teammate and his girlfriend's conversation, they couldn’t stop.

“Aw babe don’t pout.” Then a kissing noise.

“There’s that smile. Also I picked up some condoms, we were down to six and you know we go through those like crazy. Speaking of which, I was thinking, do we really need those? I mean I’m on the pill and at the rate we go we’d save more money just not having sex. To be honest we spend a bit too much money on that stuff anyways and I don’t want to replace another bed frame. I like this one and we literally just got it. That or we just need to stop having sex so often. The call is totally yours but that bitch who works at the front cashier keeps looking at me funny everytime she sees me walk up.” It took a moment for everyone to process what she was talking about. It really took a moment. An identical frown spread over both Rossi and Hotch, and Derek had to put his fist in his mouth to avoid cackling. 

Oh god, this was an awful idea. Now there was just awkward silence. None of them could say anything even if they wanted to.

“So my options are death, death or going raw?” Spencer whined immediately.  Emily focused her eyes on something else instantly, the patterned carpet on the floor, the TV that was showing different scenery as it was in rest mode.

“Oh my god, you are so dramatic! You’re not going to die if we don’t have sexy every day.” The sound of a spoon clattering down and then she broke out into a fit of giggles.

“But how do you know!” He whined again.

“Like I said, it's your choice. It doesn’t really matter to me, I’m just sick of always having to go to the store. And you’re squeezing my ribs.”

“I like your idea. Besides, we have abortion money.” She gasped softly and then broke into light laughter. JJ’s jaw dropped open and Derek snorted before he covered his nose. Of everything that was expected it wasn’t that.

“That’s awful, baby.” She scolded and Emily got a mental image of the two. Was she standing in front of the stove, the smell of food wafting through the house, Spencer standing behind her with arms wrapped firmly around her? If Emily wasn’t so uncomfortable right now her mouth would be watering. It would also warm her heart to hear how happy her friend was.

“I’m sorry.” He joined in on the laughter.

“Oh my god we’re being awful host! Plate up the soup and I’ll pour the wine.”

Once the two came back out, it was hard to even look at Spencer knowing that he had apparently helped break a bed frame. Even if he was holding trays of the most mouth watering gumbo.

“Who wants to watch Interstellar?”

[ts-witchy-archive]

What is a road opener spell?

Something that really confused me as a beginner witch was 'road opener' spells. I heard people talk about these spells all the time but I had a hard time actually understanding what it meant until I did one myself. Because of that I decided to put together a little guide for all things 'road opener'. I hope this helps!

What does 'road opener' even mean?

Road opener is a type of spell to open the person up to new opportunities and to remove any blocks stopping them from obtaining those opportunities. These spells are great if you're feeling stuck. You don't have to have an opportunity in mind, you might just feel like everything is stagnant and you want things to start moving again.

What goes into a road opener spell?

Generally, these spells have 2 parts/aspects to them; removing barriers and negative energy and bringing in prosperity and new opportunities. You can do these together or seperate them into a 2 part spell, it all depend what you feel like. road opener is like a fancy name for a banishing spell mixed with a prosperity spell.

An example of a road opener spell:

Candle Spell:

A white, green or black candle (green for prosperity and growth, white as a replacement or to symbolise a fresh start or black to remove any negative energy or blocks) Black salt (to remove any negative energies or obstacles from your path) A bay leaf (for prosperity and wealth. write your intention on the leaf) A sigil with your intention cinnamon (represents wealth) cloves (protection and wealth) basil (protection and wealth) an anointing oil (note: optional) something to carve into the candle with (a sharp pencil, scissors, a paper clip, etc) a heat proof dish and candle holder Method: 1. Cleanse yourself, your work space and tools

2. Create your sigil. I like to use the intention 'All obstacles are removed from my path' or ' nothing stands in the way of my success' but it's completely up to you

3. Carve your sigil into your candle.

4. Write your intention on the bay leaf then place the candle on top of the leaf

5. Mix the remaining herbs together (except the black salt) and sprinkle them in a ring around your candle. If you wish to anoint your candle and roll it in herbs instead, this is the time to do so.

6. Place the black salt in a circle around the herbs and candle. This is to represent the banishment of any negative outside energies or to just get rid of anything that doesn't serve you anymore. You don't have to put it in a circle, it just works for me.

7. Watch the candle burn and focus your intention.

Notes: there are 1000s of ways to do this spell with all the ingredients I listed. If this spell doesn't feel right to you, don't do it or change it. It is only an example.

[the-ace-with-spades]

So not a lot of people know this but Jake loves random silly decor and trinkets more than anything and has always had a lot of clutter of random items around himself, just on a smaller scale. It's the after-effect of Jake's mom keeping the house in pristine condition and not allowing for any decor that wasn't themed like the pre-existing decor she set up when she was twenty-something - she wasn't an almond mom but like a Texan version of it with a strict tidiness standard, with porcelain sets and old clocks and creepy dolls and flowery wallpaper and old wooden furniture and lace present throughout the house. The family had a color book for buying presents for her, so it'd match her aesthetic.

When he andf Bradley move in together, their house starts looking like a big mismatched mess of different novelty items very fast because Jake refuses to think of their living spaces through any kind of cohesive aesthetics - none of their sheets match, the walls have different colors, they have different types of furniture in any given room, and there's no themes, just whatever Jake liked.

Everyone thinks, given Bradley's questionable fashion sense and taste for bright colors, that it's Bradley who buys all that funky stuff, and they tease him accordingly - he takes the blame because it makes Jake happy.

Random shit Jake buys for their house:

Photo holders shaped like cowboy boots

Croisant cushion that makes it really awkward in their bedroom sometimes

Cock and hen salt and pepper shakers (They say 'hand me the cock' instead of salt after a while...)

Nachos and guacamole platter shaped like a cowboy hat

A mini candy claw machine they have on their kitchen island that entertains kids for ages

Those two Hawaiian shirt drink holders that Jake bought right after Bradley bought another three Hawaiian shirts as a form of protest

A speaker shaped like a camper van that Jake just thought was cute

Candles shaped (and smelling!) like french toast and a cherry pie that are in their kitchen

They also have a whole fruit bowl of cushions on their living room couch:

On top of that, in their bedroom they have a different cactus lamp each, and the tray that holds their dog tags overnight (and eventually their wedding rings) looks like a rubber duck swimming in a pool because Jake loves rubber ducks for some reason:

Jake also has some funky stationery in their office space - none of it sees the outside world because Jake is a grown man and doesn't need crab-shaped stackable highlighters (Bradley disagrees - he is the one who bought them for Jake). The only thing is he uses a variety of sticky tabs when he reads and does paperwork at home and sometimes their unsuspecting CO is reading a training exercise report and gets hit with a chilli pepper sticky notes

[anotherfcknschlattsimp]

i wrote this cause nobody else did that i can find

witchy/pagan reader

let's go

schlatt: 

syas he doesnt believe and will fuck around about it (however much leeway you give him)

secretly intimidated by you and leaves offerings every once in a while so the spirits dont Get Him

“Hey babe, did you put a new orange peel and 10 dollar bill out on the offering dish”

“.... no >:(“ (he did)

Buys you witchy gifts constantly

You got him his own tarot deck that sits, unmoved, on a shelf

Or so you think

He uses it everytime he needs an answer related to you

Doesn’t know what kinda date to take you on? Ask the cards. Should he take you two on a spontaneous trip to some absurdly priced hotel? Ask the cards. Do the cats love you more than him? Ask the cards (yes)

doesnt know jack shit about jack shit

ted:

Respects your practice, of course, and uses it to brag about you, also of course

VERY interested in sex magick

VERY into offerings for eros/ the erotes, bes, min, zamani, aphrodite, etc.

tries to study the pantheon(s) you work with, but gets distracted and ends up on top 10 lists for herbs

it’s the thought that counts

Watches rituals from the corner and provides little ooh aahs when you do something he finds interesting

Journals with you

Loves when you clean with cinnamon and lemon and all those fun things 

“babe,, is this a spell apple or can i eat it?”, “is this normal salt?”, “is this like that for a reason or can i change it?”

tries to celebrate and observe holidays with you, but always forget until the last minute and speed buys more candles and produce than needed

charlie:

makes every joke and wordplay he possibly can to try to bond about it

“have you seen my sandwich?”

“the ‘wich for the witch is in the fridge”

Successfully studies the mythology of your pantheon(s)

Journals with you and takes notes on rituals

Like a familiar or perhaps a personal assistant

Asks if he can wear a comically large wizard’s hat

Very happy if you say yes

I would personally send him on little missions like organizing my tarot decks or stirring my salt incense holder, light said incense, and im the author so im pushing this on you

YOU send him on little missions like organizing tarot decks, stirring incense ash and salt, lighting incense and candles, refilling and labeling herbs

Things that make him feel useful

celebrates every solstice, equinox, holiday, etc. with you

[teddy-bear-naps-and-random-snaps]

[inkyycapp]

Pinefield-Matsu x Demon!Reader

(got lazy a bit in, forgive any errors I'll edit when my brain isn't mush.)

Deep in the library, a book of the dark arts lay dormant, untouched by many who passed it by.

Now, in the hands of a new holder, there was no telling why or how they found such a book as no system had it on file. Strange old, dusty book.

Far beyond the tree line, he flipped through the pages, skimming each page for what it had to offer. After what seemed like ages, his hand stopped at an interesting page. While the book and its contents were tattered and old, this one singular page looked preserved--torn through time itself.

Placing candles carefully around the circle of old bones, tossing salt and who knows what else into the small circle. Chanting in the incantation and then... ... Then...? Nothing happened. Checking the page, before looking at the circle. Once, somehow, a small fire was lit, to their surprise, it grew into a large fire pooling from the summoning circle, concealed safely inside.

Once the fire died down, a figure remained, glowing eyes staring back at them.

Osomatsu !!

Orson - Slacker !!

-After the summoning didn't work, he sighed to himself, lighting up a cigarette. Shaking off most of the fire from the match, he tossed it off to the side and it so happened to land inside the circle.

-He didn't expect it to work. Not at all. But, in a drunken state, who cared if it worked or not. Worst case scenario the forest would burn down... Right?

-WRONG. Because, once the fire died down, here you stood, your eyes staring back at him.

-Orson didn't really think it'd work to begin with, but it seemed his fate had other plans for him.

-Does freak out, but once he's more calm, he's asking all sorts of questions about you and what kind of devil you are, if you catch my drift.

-Orson isn't really the...ambitious type. Figuring out how to aid him was going to be difficult.

-So, after a long moment of silence, he offers you a beer.

-You both end up talking about you, about him, about whatever it was that seemed to pop up in your heads in the moment.

-In the end, you are stuck with him. But, maybe he isn't that bad.

Karamatsu !!

Karla - Geek

-Karla was forced into doing the ritual by some people who wanted to 'hang out' and 'become friends'. Karla was skeptical, but it'd would be so rude not to accept the offer! He just had to!

-This poor idiot. (Affectionately)

-Whether you were summoned or not, he was absolutely terrified. Though, when you didn't appear, he was almost a bit...disappointed.

-One of the tormentors shoved him forward, and nearly caught himself on fire, of course he didn't but the circle sure did!

-The others ran off leaving only Karla behind, stunned by the beauty of the growing fire--his eyes are glued to the figure standing amongst the smoke.

-Probably too scared to scream, and unsure if he should be impressed, he managed to will such a being to be in his presence or absolutely terrified of you.

-He's very cautious, and more wary than most on this list. Regardless, he's enamored by you and tries and fails to play it cool.

-At least he's cute!

-Regardless of your gender or appearance or anything like that, he thinks you're beautiful.

-He stays out in the woods with you for a while until he finally realizes he doesn't know how to send you back.

-Karla apologizes profusely.

Choromatsu ...

Charlie - Nerd

(i dont like him im sorry..)

-Charlie didn't think it was going to work in the slightest. In fact, he was doing it specifically to prove a point to one of his brothers that there was no such thing as witchcraft and that they were just being idiotic or something.

-So, when it didn't work, a smug grin splayed on his lips, though he couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment deep down as he adjusted his glasses.

-Comically, his glasses accidentally lit the center on fire. He was stuck watching and panicking as the fire erupted before fading into grey smoke leaving a silhouette in its wake.

-On one hand, he's frozen in a state of fear and on the other hand, he's pissed that the summoning ritual actually worked.

-He thinks you're cute, regardless of gender/appearance. How could he be mad at you? Clearly it wasn't your or his fault!! Had to be something else to blame..

-Oh, right. It's the book's fault. It should've at least put a warning or something--anything to prevent scary demons being summoned. Just, not you though.

-At the end of the day, you can't go home, and neither can he. Charlie can't imagine what his brothers might say if they knew he actually did it..

Ichimatsu !!

Itchy - Goth

-Itchy found that book, and decided to crack it open to scare a prep that found their way wandering into the words.

-He was convinced this book was made by some witchcraft guru and that it wouldn't actually work. So, he wasn't let down when the initial ritual failed.

-Though, to drive the scare home, he tossed a small firecracker into the circle, and watched as the flames only got brighter before they died and only you remained.

-He is absolutely stunned. Staring, it takes him a moment to react. To which, he definitely loses his shit like most of everyone on this list.

-He didn't think to get this far or that it would even work. Itchy is unsure whether to apologize, panic, or bathe in the ego boost.

-Kinda just stands there and stares, unsure what to do or say. Itchy does eventually get more talkative, he just needs a minute.

-Well, at least he did manage to scare that prep in the end.

-Like Orson, he doesn't really have any ambition. It might be difficult to aid him more than most on this list, but who doesn't like a challenge.

-Trick question, but you have zero choice!

Jyushimatsu !!

Juicy - Freak

-How he got this book into his hands was unknown. He did show it off to Itchy looking for his opinion.

-Itchy didn't really think it was real, so Juicy thought it'd be fun to try out all sorts of cool things he saw.

-After maybe the third or fifth spell or something, trying and failing until his eyes caught onto the summoning page.

-Unlike his brothers, he wasn't discouraged, and kept tossing things in, changing things around before he eventually lights some book (hopefully not the spell book) on fire, and tossed it in when you finally appeared.

-He's ecstatic you finally made your arrival, and honestly is just happy it worked.

-Once you explain what you are and your lifelong purpose, it goes one ear and out the other. The first thing he asks after is how good your baseball pitch is.

-Well, at least he knows what he wants, unlike everyone else on this list.

Todomatsu !!

Todd - Messenger

-Poor Todd, similar to Karla was peer pressured or rather forced into doing the summoning ritual.

-When nothing happened, he was relived, though one of the tormentors wasn't happy with this and decided to try and light the book on fire.

-Surprise surprise, it didn't go well. Once the smallest hint of the match go close to the circle, flames erupted from the center. Eerier noises and screams before everything fell somewhat silent aside the scampering of the gaggle of guys who had left Todd behind.

-He is absolutely stunned. Unsure if it was the fact that it work or that you seemed to take him as your summoner. It was the other boys, really it was. But, apparently to you, that's not how it worked.

-You are now here to help him. A boost to his shiny ego.

-He wants revenge, not a moment too soon. A short-sighted way to see things as you are stuck with him.

-No, he doesn't want you to murder them. That would bring too much attention. What he wants is to destory their careers. Make sure they're outcasted and ruined beyond help! They might have to move towns..

-You'll help him right? Well, you kinda have to.

(Tbh I just wanted an excuse to show off these goobers more..)

[spookynachofries]

SELF LOVE & HAPPINESS BOWL ꨄ︎ㅤ ᵕ̈

here is something i usually don't share with everyone but feel comfortable doing so now. — i recently moved in to a new place and made a few new bowls for my alter!

herbs, spices and anything i used in the bowl will be listed below! i made the candle holder myself !

Acorn

Allspice

Bay leaf

Basil

Blessed thistle

Blackberry leaf

Calendula

Chamomile

Cinnamon stick

Cloves

Coffee grounds

Coriander

Crystallized ginger

Damiana leaf

Dried lime, lemon, orange (sliced)

Hibiscus

Lavender

Lemon balm

Myrtle

Orange peel

Patchouli

Peppermint

Pink salt

Raspberry leaf

Rose petals

Rose quartz

Rosemary

Saffron

St. John’s Wort

Sunstone

Thyme

Yarrow

if you guys have any questions, feel free to ask them ! :3

[justwhisperingfantasies]

Another piece for @jarpadversebingo

Square Filled: One Bed.

Pairing: Soulless Sam X Fem Reader.

Warnings: Language, Drinking, Supernatural Violence, Soulless Sam, Fluff, Angst, Smut, Unprotected Sex (NO!), P.I.V, Oral F. Receiving, Fingering, Sexual assault, Cannon with a twist. Let Me Know If I Forgot Any.

Summary: It's Been 12 months Since Sam Winchester Confessed His Love And Then Took The Jump, Sacrificing Himself To Save The World. When A Vampire Hunt Goes Wrong An Unexcepted Hero Saves Your Life.

Special Thank You To : @copperboom82 thank you so much for being my beta and all the help 🤍

Part 1 Part 2

You closed your eyes and braced as you wait for the throat slashing to begin, but a warm liquid sprayed across your face instead. You opened your eyes, shoving the headless vampire corpse off you. You got to your feet, wiping the blood off your face.

As your eyes adjusted to the dim light you can see a tall silhouette. Your blood ran cold, ‘it can’t be’ you thought. He turned to face you and there he was. Sam Winchester. You eyes went wide as you gasped.

He gave you a half smile. “I’ll explain later. Right now, we have to get out of here.” Sam grabbed your hand and pulled you forward, his grip strong and reassuring. “This way,” he urged, leading you down a narrow corridor. The ancient stone walls felt as though they were closing in, and the echoes of your hurried footsteps added to the growing sense of dread. “There’s an exit just ahead.”

“Sam, it won’t matter.”

“Just trust me, ok?”

You could see dawn breaking through the archway of the exit

“Almost there.” Sam promised.

“Sam!” you cried out, feeling fingers wrap around your ankle, you fell to the ground, forehead bouncing off the rough stone below. Your vision blurred as the ringing in your ears made your head throb worse. You could barely make out Sam’s words.

“Y/n! Y/n, Damnit.” You felt his arms lifting you as the darkness washed over you.

When you regain consciousness, you realize your surroundings changed. The damp corridors of the rundown building were replaced by a small, unfamiliar room. The scent of herbs and incense filled the air.

You could feel eyes on you, you peeked not opening your eyelids all the way. Sam was sitting in an armchair in the far corner, watching your every move.

“I know your awake.”

“How do you know?”

He chuckled. “Because I know you.”

“What are you?” You asked, making him lift his brows. “A demon? A ghost? Shifter?”

“None of the above.”

“Then what?”

He stood up, grabbing a knife. “Silver knife.” He winced as a drop of blood began to roll down his forearm.

“Holy water.” He picked up a jug of water with a rosery hanging from it and took a big swig,

“Salt.” He poured the white crystals onto his tongue, making a face as he closed his mouth

“Iron.” He picked up a candle holder.

You slowly rose to your feet, “It’s really you…”

Tears welled up in your eyes as you reached out to touch his arm, feeling the warmth of his skin under your fingertips. “But how? Sam, I watched you jump in...”

“I wish I knew. I woke up in a field alone.”

“Castiel?”

“I’ve tried Cas, hell I’ve tried reaching out to Crowley. Nothing.”

“And Dean?”

“Dean got his happy ending, well as happy as a hunter can get. I’m not ruining it and I’m not about to let anyone else ruin it.” He retorted. “I looked for weeks and got nothing. I decided to quit wasting my time.”

His words echoed in your mind as you stepped back, ‘Weeks?’ you hesitated. “Sam, how long has it been?”

He sighed.

“When did you wake up in that field?”

“Almost 12 months ago… give or take a day”

“You’ve been out this whole time, and you. didn’t even.”

“By the time Bobby and I found you.” He cut you off. “He said you were better.” He explained “Over me.”

You scoffed a laugh.  “Over you...”

“Seemed like you were getting there with that biker douche.”

“Oh, don’t even act like a jealous ex-boyfriend Sam Winchester.” The anger running through your veins made your voice raise. You walked over to the door “It was your choice to not reach out.”

You heard whispers as you walked the halls of the unfamiliar house. Eavesdropping, stepped up to the cracked door.

“I don’t understand why we had to help her, and why did we have to bring her back here?”

“Because Sam cares about her, Therefore we care about her.”

“Yea, but.”

“Christian, let it go. I ain’t gonna tell you again.”

“Do you want to meet them?” Sam asked walking up behind you.

“Who are they?”

“Campbells.”

“As in..”

“Yep.” He said pushing the door open.

The two men looked over, “Sam how is she?” The older man asked.

Sam side stepped,

“Ah, she’s awake. How are you feeling darlin’?”

“Confused.”

“Yea I get that.” He said.

“y/n this is Samuel Campbell.” Samuel walked over to you with his hand out.

“Mary’s dad,” you breathed taking his hand.

“She knows about your mom?” Samuel asked looking over at Sam.

“She knows everything.”

“Not exactly.” you stepped back. “Aren’t you suppose to be dead?”

“Well, we have a theory, whatever pulled me up, pulled him down.” Sam told you.

The younger man grumbled something under his breathe and walked out.

“That’s Christian, third cousin.” Sam told you.

“Not a big people person huh?”

Sam chuckled. “He’s ok once you get to know him.”

“Hey Samuel. Oh hi.”

“Gwen, y/n. y/n Gwen. Also cousin.”

“Pleasure.” she nodded.

“Same.”

“Do you need a change of clothes?”

You looked down, Blood and dirt splattered and smeared all over you.. “My duffle is in my truck…” You looked over to Sam with wide eyes.

“Do you really think I’d leave your truck behind?”

You squinted as you stepped outside, the bright sunlight glared in your eyes.

“You ok Champ?” Sam smiled “there's been a lot dropped on you today.”

“Honestly, it’s all still processing.”

“That’s fair.” He tousled his hair. “Can I help?”

“Not sure.”

“What is it?”

“What’s what?” you asked with a furrowed brow.

“The question you’re too scared to ask.” you narrowed your eyes. “Like I said babe, I know you.”

“Well, you already kind of answered it, I guess but it just bothers me you didn't call.”

He sighed as his eyes fell. “I know, I should have. I guess Bobby saying what he said and then seeing you with that guy…” He looked back up at you “I got scared.”

You head tilted “Really?!”

“Yes, I didn't want to reach out only to be shot down”

“Samuel William, when have i ever shot you down?”

“Fair.” He rubbed at the nape of his neck. “but I didn’t want to hear it, if you were over me.”

You chuckled walking towards the porch stairs. “Honestly, I don’t think I could ever get over you Sam.”

“I think you could if you tried.” you heard his voice from behind you, while you were bent over in the backseat of your truck.

You grabbed your duffle and stood back up, facing him. “Now, why would i do that?”

“Why wouldn't you?”

“Sam, what are you not telling me?”

“Nothing.” You peered at him. “y/n I swear.”

“Sam, I know there’s.”

He pulled you into his embrace cutting off your words. his face nuzzled into the crook of your neck as he inhaled your scent. “God, I missed you.”

The silence  rang in your ears as you lay on your stomach, pretending to be asleep. The weight of the night pressed heavily upon your chest, every creak and whisper of the room conspiring to keep you awake.

His presence lingered in the air, a palpable energy that set your nerves on edge. You could almost hear his breath, soft and deliberate, as though he were trying to coax you into revealing your wakefulness.

Minutes felt like hours as you lay there, battling the urge to confront him. Finally, the weight of his gaze became too much to bear. You rolled over, finding him sitting in the armchair positioned in the corner. “Are you just gonna sit there staring all night?”

He chuckled. “There’s only one bed sweetheart; what do you expect me to do?”

"Could always find another room," you quipped, rolling your back to him and sticking your ass out on purpose. "No one's making you stay here.”

“Is that really what you want?”  he challenged, as you heard his footsteps getting closer. Your breath hitched as the bed dipped below his weight. “Sam…” His fingertips skimmed up your thigh, as he leaned into your ear “Tell me to go if that’s what you want.” his hot breath tickling your ear.  “Right after you tell me why you're wearing these.” He whispered as he played with the hem of your tight biker shorts.

“They are comfortable.”

“Are you sure that’s it?” his hand cupped your curves “It’s not because you know how good your ass looks in them?”

Your heart quickened as he trailed kisses down your neck. “Sam.” You whimpered as your core thrummed with desire.

“Do you want me to stop?” his fingers gripped your hip. “No,” you managed to get out as he grinded his length against your backside. “I didn’t think so.”  His grip tightened, rolling you on to your back, his hungry lips captured yours as he climbed on top of you. Fire coursed through your veins as he ground his hard shaft against your clothed center, muffling your moans with his lips as he continued the motion.

His hand slid up your shirt, “No bra again?” He murmured as his hand cupped your breast. You inhaled sharply as his hand started to knead firmly at the soft tissue. Your fingers twisted in his hair, pulling his lips back to yours. His fingertips glided down your stomach, your walls clenched as they found your clit. You moaned into his mouth as he started tracing circles over your shorts.

He leaned back on his knees, his gaze filled with hunger and desire. Feeling his hands grip the waistband of your shorts, you lifted your hips, and Sam slowly slid them down your legs. His lips were back on yours as his weight fell on you, taking your breath away. He trailed kisses down your neck while pulling your t-shirt up to your collar bone. Chest exposed, he dipped his head and drew another moan from you by flicking at your nipple and then taking it into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the hardened peak. His fingers found your clit and then dipped between your folds. A growl escaped his chest when he felt how wet you were

You moaned his name as he slid a finger into your entrance. His tongue danced over your abs as he made his way down. He inhaled your sweet scent, You moaned praises of his name as his tongue started lapping at your clit. He slid another finger inside you without stopping his tongue.

He flashed you a mischievous grin as your walls clenched around his fingers and went back to work.

Your hands gripped at his hair as his fingers pumped faster. The tension got tighter as he began to pump harder. “Sam, don’t stop.” you moaned almost to your peak

“You gonna come for me baby.” the pain mixing with pleasure as his finger slammed into you.

“Yes.” You cried out as your release crashed over you, the vibration from his groan intensifying your orgasm as it coursed through you.

He looked back up at you, his fingers still harshly penetrating as he helped you ride your high out.

Once your walls stopped pulsating, he leaned back on his knees, he unbuttoned his pants and pulled them off. Looming over you again, his tip teased your entrance

“Tell me you want me.” He demanded in a whisper

“I want you Sam.”

“Good girl.”

You moaned as he dipped inside of you, stretching you slowly “Fuck baby.” He groaned “So tight.”

He drew his hips back, then buried himself back inside. Electricity coursed through you as he started pounding into you.

The sensations were overwhelming, feeling his engorged cock sliding in and out, hitting your spot like no one else could, his lips on yours, the intoxicating smell of his skin, his outlined back muscles beneath your fingertips.

Your nails dug into his skin as the tension started building again. He stopped when your walls started throbbing. He pulled out as a light chuckle left his lips. “Not yet princess.”

With one quick motion and a small yelp your face was in the pillow. He slid his hand under your hips and lifted you up on all fours, growls rumbling in his chest as he palmed your ass. “It looks even better without the shorts.” Stinging pleasure followed as he slapped it.

He lined up his tip again, and pushed back in, your moans echoed through the room as he thrusted.

His long fingers wrapped your throat as he quickened the pace. You walls clenched again, making him groan.

“You wanna come?” He grunted, his thrusts getting harder.

“Yes.” You whined.

“I think you could do a little better than that.”

“Sam please.”

Another groan replied to your words as he wrapped his free hand below your hips, rubbing your clit with his fingertips. The tension started again.

He growled and thrusted harder. Your walls clenched tighter as the tension reached its peak. “Let me feel it.” He demanded, biting at your neck.

You cried out his name as the bliss washed over you again,

“Fuck” He moaned as your walls convulsed around him, making his hot seed coat them. Heavy pants filled the air as he slowed his pace, riding your highs together.

He pulled your back to his chest as he slid out of you, wrapping his arms around you he planted a kiss on your cheek.

“Well, that was different.” you commented laying your head on his chest.

“Good, different?” He asked, running his fingers through your hair.

“Absolutely.”

You blinked awake, stretching your arm you found an empty bed.

The door swung open, and Sam walked through coffee in hand. “Rise and shine.” he said handing you a cup of coffee.

“Oh my god is this?”

He rolled his eyes. “Yes, Dean coffee.” He said with a mocking tone.

You inhaled the a rich, warm inviting aroma. “Oh, I missed Winchester coffee.”

”Really Winchester coffee now?”

You sipped “mmmm.”

“I think you missed the coffee more than me.” He teased, sitting in the armchair in the corner.

“Does that really surprise you?” you played along

“Not at all.”

You got up to get dressed, his lips twisted into a smirk as his eyes scanned your exposed skin. “Can I help you?”

”Nope, just thinking about throwing you down on that bed and having my way with you.. again.” He winked.

“Have a question.” you said pulling the shirt over your head.

“Of course you do.”

“How did you know where i was last night?”

He sighed. “I really didn’t know you were there until I saw your truck. We had been tracking that group of vamps for weeks.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “While we're on the subject, don't you think it was kinda stupid going into a camp nest by yourself.”

“One, I wasn’t by myself when I went in.” The images of the fellow hunter flashed through your mind.

Sam grabbed your hand and pulled down into his lap. “Two?” he asked once you head was readying on his shoulder.

“There weren't that many when we followed him.”

“So, who was he?”

“A friend of my mom’s.”

“I’m sorry, babe.”

“Thanks. I only knew him a couple days.” you swallowed hard. “He told me stories about her though.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, apparently this one time she took 3 werewolves down… by herself.”

He chuckled lightly. “That doesn’t surprise me.”

“I miss her.”

“I know.” he kissed the side of your head. “You need to go see Bobby.”

“I do?”

“He thinks you hate him.”

“Why would he think that?”

“Well he said you told him you would be back before your drive off, and he never even got a call.”

“Are you really going to lecturing me about calling people?!”

He rolled his eyes. “Are you ever gonna let that go?”

“Eventually.”

“Bobby!” you shouted as you walked through the door.

“y/n?” You heard his groggy voice answer from the library.

“Hey old man.” You teased as he wrapped his arms around you

“Balls.” He said as Sam walked in the door behind you. “What’s wrong?”

“Something has to be wrong for me to come see you?” You asked.

“No, but if he's with you something's wrong.” Bobby walked over to Sam.

“Actually he saved my life, if you can believe that.”

Sam scoffed a laugh “Wow!”

“You two wanna tell me what the hell happened?” Bobby snapped

“I tracked down some of Mom’s friends.” you explained. “I found Dave.”

“As In Dave Fleming?”

“Yes. We went out for a beer started reminiscing about mom.” You took a breath. “When we noticed a suspicious guy sitting at the bar. Turns out he was a vamp, who had a whole lot of friends.”

Bobby got into the fridge. Pulling three beers out, he handed one to you and one to Sam. Then cracked his open.

You sighed and took a drink “Dave didn’t make it.”

“Damn.”

“It’s my fault. I should of left him alone.” You whispered.

“Damnit, y/n what have i told you about that shit.” Bobby sneered. “Hunters know what they are getting into, ain’t nobody's fault”

“If it wasn’t for him.” You nodded to Sam. “I wouldn't of made it either “

“Eh, I had help,” he told Bobby.

“You're still hunting with the Campbell's?”

“Yes, sir.”

“How's that going?” Bobby asked sitting down at the table.

“Going good” Sam sat across from him.

“So, what's the plan now?” Bobby asked taking a drink.

Sam looked over to you. “We haven't really talked about it, Bobby.” He told him.

“Ya could always get out, settle down.”

Sam let out a belly laugh.

You looked at him with furrowed brows.

“Yeah, like you're gonna get out.” He said still laughing

“Idk, Dean seems happy.” You blurted out.

His eyebrows raised. “You’ve talked to Dean?”

“Yes..”

“When?”

You sighed. “About a week ago. He called to check in.”

“Huh, well good thing you have Dean to check up on you.” Sam rebuked.

“Yea the whole 12 months you were gone.” You used air quotes on the word gone.

Sam’s jaw clenched as eye peered at you.

“Bobby, does Dean check in with you?” His eyes lingered on you while he asked Bobby.

Bobby cleared his throat as Sam's eyes moved to him. “ Sometimes, but not often.”

“Hmm.” Sam’s head tilted bringing his gaze back to you with pursed lips.

You rolled your eyes at him and pushed off the counter. Your eyes scanned the library once you made it to the doorway, finding empty whiskey bottles scattered everywhere, open lore books covered the surface of the desk, and the mini trash can next to it over flowing.

“Hey Bobby.” You looked back at him. “ Is your maid on vacation?”

“Oh hush mouth,” he grinned at you.

“Ya know, you didn't have to do all this.” Bobby told you gesturing to the now clean house. “But thank you.”

“It's nothing.” You said scrubbing the last dirty pan. “ I'm sorry.”

Bobby furrowed his brows at you.

“I should have at least called.”

Bobby held up his hand. “You’re not the one that should be apologizing. I should of told you Sam was out, but he was so dead set that you were over him and.” Bobby started when he noticed you head tilt. “What?”

“Nothin.”

“Uh, did you forget who you are talking? That face wasn't nothing.”

“Later.” You said barely audible.

Realization washed over Bobby's face as Sam's footsteps changed on the aluminum floor.

“So, Samuel just called.”

You turned around and leaned in the sink.

“Oh yeah?”

“There’s a case.. if you're interested.” he told you with challenge in his eyes.

“Interesting.”

Bobby’s eyes darted between you and Sam. Then he rolled them with a sigh. “Oh hell. Go. You both know you want to.”

A corner of Sam's mouth rose to a half smile.

Bobby stood in front of you as you stood by the driver’s door of your truck. Kicking at the rocks in the drive way.

“I'll be back Bob.”

He narrowed his eyes at the name, making you laugh.

“He's different. Ya know?”

“Well sweetheart he was possessed by the devil, and spent a day in hell. In a cage with him.”

“Yeah…”

“I'm sure he's just working stuff out.”

You sighed. “Fucking Winchesters.”

Bobby chuckled. “Fucking Winchesters.”

You made it half way back to the abandoned house that the Campbell's claimed, before Sam broke the silence.

“You should of told me you and Dean talk regularly.”

“I wouldn't call it regularly.”

“He shouldn't have to worry about you.”

“He doesn't. He knows I'm a big girl that can take care of myself. Just likes to check in every now and again.”

Sam stayed quiet as he looked out the door window.

“Why are you so jealous?”

He scoffed. “I'm not.”

“You sure are acting like it.”

“Trust me sweetheart, I’m not jealous.”

“Hmm. K.” You pressed your lips together, not able to hide that his words stung a little bit.

He grabbed your hand and laced his fingers through yours. “Baby, I didn't mean it like that.” He raised your hand bringing your knuckles to his lips. “I just don't want him to get roped back into all this shit.”

“I get it, Sam.”

The Campbell's were loading their cars when you pulled in front of the house.

Sam rolled his window down as Samuel walked up. “We got ‘em, but we have to go now. Are you guys ready?” .

“Let me grab my stuff outta my car.”

Samuel nodded and went back to helping load.

Walking back over Sam gestured, asking if you wanted him drive. You shrugged. Driving didn't really bother you, you were used to it.

He opened the driver's door. “Scooch, you've been driving a while.”

You pulled the arm rest up and did as you were told. “So, what's the plan?”

“Didn’t say.”

You looked at him with wide eyes.

“Don't worry Samuel will have one.”

A pit formed in your stomach as Sam pulled up behind the Campbell's van.

“An old abandoned factory... imagine that.” You teased giving Sam a smile.

He gave you one back. “We should feel right at home.”

You hop out of the truck and follow Sam to the huddle.

Samuel gives the plan as you approach. “Alright, From my guess there is three maybe four. Sam, you and I will enter from the East. Mark, you and y/n will enter west. Now there is no South entrance. So Christian, Gwen you take the north.”

“Here.” Christian handed out syringes full of a white substance. Creases formed in your eyebrows are you took it. “It’s Djinn Poison Antidote.”

Your eyebrows shot up as a smile formed on your lips. “ Djinn Poison Antidote?”

“Yeah,” Christian replied.

“How in the world did you guys get Djinn Poison Antidote?”

“I made it.” Samuel chimed in.

Sam glanced at you with a pleading look. You sighed, but kept your mouth shut.

“Alright, let’s do this.”

“I don’t know,” you started to say to say, hanging back a beat.

“Babe. They are some of the best I’ve ever seen. If I didn’t trust Mark you wouldn’t be going with him.”

“We ain’t got all night.” Christian sneered.

Sam gave your forehead a quick peck and then followed Samuel.

You gestured for Mark to lead as you walked to your ordered entrance.

You eyes scanned as they adjusted to the dark room, and you reached for your flashlight, but Mark stopped your hand with a head shake.

You followed Mark down the hallway, making your foot steps extra light. The hallway led to a big open space, with conveyor belts and machinery sitting around. You looked across the warehouse finding Sam and Samuel searching.

Sam gave you a smile when his eyes met yours. His smile turns to panic as he looked over your shoulder. “Baby!!”

You spin around to see a human shaped figure behind you. You strike with your knife but the figure is faster. Twisting your wrist until you unvoluntary dropped the knife. His other hand grabs you by the throat.

You breathes become shallow as he starts squeezing harder, feeling the fingertips digging into your skin.

You desperately clawed at the hand crushes your windpipe, your feet now kicking in the air.

Your vision went blurry, your lungs screaming for air, the roaring in your ears getting louder.

Your ass suddenly hit the floor, the hand no longer around your neck, oxygen rushing back into your lungs so fast it a it sent a burning sensation through your entire chest.

“Babe? Babe?” Sam as you gasped for air, unable to form words just yet.

His hand cupped your cheeks as he lifted your hand,

“You ok?”

“Yea,” you managed through pants. “I’m good.”

“Deep breathes, darlin’” Samuel told you kneeling beside Sam.

You followed his orders and got your breathing under control. “What the.” you took another deep breath. “Fuck was that?”

“It looks human.” you heard Mark say.

You coughed and took another breath. “Definitely was not human.”

Samuel hopped up and walked over to the corpse, pushing up it’s sleeve he revealed the markings. “It’s a fucking Djinn.”

“You sure you're ok?” Sam asked starting the engine of your truck.

“Yes. My throat hurts, but I am ok.”

He popped the arm rest up and leaned over to your, wrapping his arm around your waist he pulled you over to him. Your eyes closed as you rested your on his shoulder. His arm tightened around you.

You blinked awake, the evening sun shining a bright glow through the windshield of your truck.

“Almost there, baby.” Your head jolted up as you heard a familiar voice.

You pushed off of him as hard as you could slamming your back into the passenger door. “Lucifer…”You breathed.

“Hey there hot stuff.”

“What do you want?” you asked as your heart started to race.

“Aww you know what I want?” You blinked as Nick’s body turned to Sam “I want him.”

“No.” You pulled a blade out of your glove box, biting back tears. “You can’t have him.”

“Well. He’s already said yes once.” He waggled his eyes brows.

You gripped your knife. “I’ll kill you, you son of a bitch.”

Sam.

“Almost there baby.” He said as he noticed her waking. He gave her a smile when she looked up at him.

The truck swerved as she flung herself to the other side of the car. “Lucifer…” She whispered.

“What the fuck?” Sam shrieked.

“What do you want?” She asked as her breath quickened,

“y/n what the hell are you talking about?”

“No.” She grabbed for the glove box, pulling a blade out once she got it opened.

“Whoa. Whoa.” Sam pulled off the road.

“You can’t have him.” tears stinging in her eyes, as she gripped the knife tighter.

“Hey, what is going on?”

“I’ll kill you, you son of bitch.”

Sam grabbed the door handle and jumped out of her truck as she lunged with the knife.

“What the hell is going on?” Samuel rushed to him.

“I. I don’t know. She feel asleep and now she’s talking about you can’t have him,” Sam stammered. “Then she pulled a knife on me.”

“Where’s the antidote?”

Reader.

“Get out of him now!” you shouted as you made your way of out the truck.

He slammed his hands on either side of your head against the truck window.

“No way baby. He’s mine now.” Your throat throbbed, getting squeezed for the second time today. “But you know, you are pretty damn hot. We could share him.”

You whimpered as he started rubbing at your core through your jeans. “Oh I can hear him in here. He likes it. I think he wants me to keep going. Do you want me to keep going princess?”

He pressed his body up against you as his lips collided with yours, Hot tears streamed down your face as he shoved his tongue inside your mouth. “Oh come on baby. You know you want me. Sammy is just screaming for me to keep going.”

His grip on your neck got tighter as your head fogged.

You blinked awake finding Sam in the same chair as before.

“Are you?” You sat up.

“No babe, I’m not Lucifer. It’s me. Watch.” Sam picks up a book, “Remember the story Cas told us, about Lucifer?” Holy Bible is written on the front with a big cross under it.

“Yes.”

He rubbed his hands over the book and then held the cover to his bare chest. “No burns.”

“What happened?”

“Apparently, we are dealing with a whole new level of Djinn. They look like normal people and can spread their poison by touch.”

“Ok, so they show you what you fear most…”

“Yep.”

You grabbed your phone off the night stand as it started to buzz. You sighed and hit the green button.

“Dean?”

“y/n where are you?”

“What’s wrong?”

“Probably nothing, never mind.”

You looked up as the door opened, Sam walked through.

“Dean, just tell me what’s wrong.”

“I had a few beers with a buddy tonight, went to get in my truck, heard a scream. I went and checked it out.”

“And?”

“It’s so weird. There was blood, and claw marks, but there’s no missing person’s. no police reports.” He scoffed a chuckle. “Am I just being crazy?”

“Dean I’ll be there as soon as I can ok?”

“Wait, Why?”

“Like you said it’s probably nothing, but I’ll come up and check it out ok?”

“Ok, see ya soon.”

You hung up and looked at Sam. “We gotta go.”

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