#sam branson

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[heavyarethecrowns]

York Spam (Part 2)

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2:22 - (2017)

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Hehe ya’ll won’t believe what I did! My family and I just got back from our holiday to Canada and America! We are from Australia for reference. While in America we went to Branson, Missouri to the Celebrity Car museum. It was so amazing. There we had the opportunity to take a photo in (almost) any car in the museum and you just know I had to take my photos in the Impala and the Lincoln from Supernatural! I almost cried I swear. They even had the giant Supernatural Funkos! But yeah here are some of my favourite photos from that experience (and my beautiful face lol). I would 100% recommend to go to the museum. The people there are lovely and are very knowledgeable about all the vehicles on their showroom floor. *whispers* someone there is a destiel shipper too. In Castiel’s Lincoln was Deans amulet hanging from the rear vision mirror. 😉

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Master list

disclaimer: I am dyslexic so their may be spelling errors but I use spell check. All are fem reader. Send me an ask if you want male reader.

COLBY BROCK - 👻🖤🔮✨

(this series is Colby and y/n going to the sallie house and him comforting her)

midnight cuddles - chapter 1

good morning princess- chapter 2

Sallie house- chapter 3

The investigation- chapter 4

possessed- chapter 5

I love you- chapter 6

comments- chapter 7

Movies night/ Valentine’s Day (your sams sister and go on a date with Colby)

You slept with my sister!-part 2 (your sams sister and go on a date with Colby)

Halloween party (Colby gets jealous)

FINNICK ODAIR 💙🌊💍🧜‍♂️

(you and finnick go into the arena)

Nightmares part 1

The ring part 2

Chariot rides part 3

Training part 4

TOM BRANSON 🇮🇪❤️☘️🍀

Valentine’s Day

STEVE HARRINGTON 🍦🥰 ♥️🍨

keep the door open!!! —(hopper is your dad and Steve is in your room)

vecna —(you get taken by vecna)

RUMBELLE

dragons days

CORIOLANUS SNOW 🕊️🥀🐍🌹

Between the bars—(Coryo and y/n have their first kiss)

honeysuckle —-(what if Coryo met y/n in the arena)

MATHEW MURDOCK 🥊👿❤️🦯

the snap part 1 —(what if Matt disappeared in the blip)

better than the devil part 2 —-(what if Matt disappeared in the blip)

Sundays (newlyweds have a Sunday together and go to church)

Trust me there is many more to come.

[mirabritart]

Team Chaskuka! I wanted to grow the group a little more beyond just drawing Iuka in yet another sexy outfit (even though I did that anyway lol)

Branson Saint-Bernard - genetically enhanced super soldier that was formerly solving high profile crimes and tracking down intergalactic criminals. But now that Iuka has become such a key public figure the government wanted to assign her their own full time bodyguard / handler. He hates this.

Bob (the Mob) - a one man (?) criminal enterprise, Bob is a hive-mind species that is involved in seemingly every facet of intergalactic crime. Since every "member" of the syndicate is the same Bob with the same brain, their cohesion and efficiency is unmatched. Sort of difficult to work with from the outside on account of being under no obligation to explain themselves to anyone.

Iuka Chashuka - The inhabited universe's most beloved and reliable source of information. She prides herself on being the very first to report on a story, often with a blatant disregard for privacy, laws, or general ethics. Whether in her studio on the planet Quistle, or on location via hologram, Iuka can be found at the scene of anything particularly gruesome, scandalous, shocking, sensitive, or otherwise new and noteworthy.

Bob - there's always another one.

CNDER - Thousands of years ago, the cutting edge of technology was a learning machine with the body of a young woman. But like all new technologies, eventually the novelty wore off and the toy was discarded. Millennia later, archaeologists discovered CNDER and she was restored by a team of dedicated paleo-programmers. Now she's hanging around with Iuka and trying to get up to speed.

Sam Kash - A "reformed" criminal enforcer that functions essentially as Iuka's hype-woman. Enjoys taunting Branson with how he can't actually arrest her at the moment.

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Sam Winchester 🤝 Tom Branson

Characters that are usually covered up in so many clothes that the fans end up going completely barmy for them whenever they show off their wrists and/or neck.

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STEFAN AND LEXI 😭😭😭

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𝐋𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐀 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐤 - 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟗

PAIRING : dean winchester x original female character

STORY SUMMARY : in series masterlist

CHAPTER WARNINGS : age-gap. angst. angry dean. implied death. strong language.

A/N : obviously i changed a few things for the character insert so bear with me. hopefully y’all don’t hate it too much. thanks for reading 💜

Maricela's POV

Dean had taken Kevin to a motel in Branson for a few days while Sam and I stayed at the bunker. After everything that's happened these past few weeks, Dean and I decided to take a little break ourselves. Sam—of course—had questions that I didn't know how to answer. Pretending that Dean never told me anything seemed to cease his inquiries—to me, at least. I knew he was waiting for his brother to get home to fill in the blanks. So, after attempting and failing to get more demon names from Crowley, I try and distract Sam.

"Saaammmm!" I whine as I walk toward the Winchester.

He sits on one of the chairs in front of the Map Table, documents from the Men of Letters scattered before him.

"Hmm?" He hums, eyes scanning over the records before scribbling on a notepad.

I wrap my arms around his neck from behind and nuzzle my face against his. "Take a break—watch a movie with me."

He taps my forearm gently, replying, "I can't. I have to find a way to help Cas."

"Trust me, I want nothing more than Cas to be here, but we can’t help him if we burn ourselves out. Let's just take a little break." My arms falter from their position before straightening my posture. I lean against the table, finishing my persuasion. "It'll still be here in a couple of hours—I'll even let you pick the movie."

He puts his pen down, then swivels his chair to face me entirely. His lips purse as he ponders my proposition. With my head tilted to the side, my brows slightly pinched, and pleading eyes peeking through my lashes, a tiny frown ties my puppy dog look together. Despite his dithering, I knew he couldn't say no to me. With a heavy sigh, he throws his hands up in defeat.

Sam stands from his seat and mutters, "Fine."

"Yay!" I cheer, already walking towards the kitchen. "I'll grab the snacks while you get the movie ready."

Heading straight towards the shelves, which held all nonperishable foods, I reach for the snacks only Sam and I would consume. I grab the Jiffy Pop popcorn and bring it to the stove. Just as I was about to ignite the burner, the door to the bunker slammed closed. The men's voices carry into the kitchen. My heart flutters at the return of the eldest brother. Self-consciously, I tuck my curtain bangs behind my ears and straighten my clothing.

A light blush rushes to my cheeks, embarrassed about getting this flustered over a man. I wait a few moments, allowing the pinkness a chance to fade. Once the flush subsides, I focus on why I came into the kitchen in the first place. Deciding not to cook the kernels, I leave the gathered food on the island and walk toward the War Room. Dean stood with his arms crossed, listening to his younger brother.

They look underneath the table before Sam says, "You're never gonna believe what we found."

"You showing him the computer?" I ask and get a nod from the younger Winchester.

I follow behind the boys as Sam leads us to the new room we found earlier. He opens the door and flips the light switch, revealing a humongous machine in the middle of the room. It had at least a hundred buttons that lined the board.

"Voilà."

"This is a computer?" asks Dean.

"Yeah—or it was in 1951 when it was installed." We circle to the back of the machine as Sam raises his finger like Velma would often do when talking, continuing our discovery. "Now, here's the crazy thing. It's not plugged into anything. I mean, I have no idea what's making this thing work."

Dean runs his hand along the side of the metal, stopping to say, "It's warm here."

Sam puts his hand where his brother implies, feeling the heat for himself. Dean uses his fingers to open the panel to the computer's back but lucks out. I inspect the shelves of miscellaneous items and find a flathead screwdriver, then hand it to Dean. He takes it and turns around, jamming the tool into the back of the computer. The metal creaks, refusing to open, but he jimmies harder. Suddenly, the panel clatters to the floor, and he stumbles into the wall and shelves behind him.

"Got it." He clears his throat, trying to play it cool.

With the back now open, we squat to see inside. Sam retrieves a flashlight from his rear pocket to illuminate the machine. However, the guts weren’t like any computer I've seen. And judging from their responses, they haven't either.

"Huh." Sam breathes.

"Well, that looks simple. Does it come with a manual?"

"Nothing in the archives, and I obviously couldn't find anything like it online, not to mention I'm pretty sure that the Men of Letters doesn't exactly have I.T. support anymore, either."

"I think I know somebody who could help us," I mention, standing up to fetch my phone. "Come on."

Wordlessly, the boys follow me out of room 28.

Charlie walks into the bunker along with Sam. He holds her duffle bag as they walk down the steps like the gentleman he is. Dean and I call our hello's before getting out of our chairs. She waves and meets us at the bottom of the stairs.

"Thanks for coming," Dean says, hugging her before me.

"Not a problem, especially since I got fired last week," Charlie admits.

"Hey, what?" Sam questions after setting her bag on the Map Table. "What happened?"

"Turns out the company I work for was outsourcing to child labor, so I took a big WikiLeak all over that. And, yeah. It's cool, though. It's given me more time to focus on my hobbies..." Charlie trails off, watching Dean closely. My eyes go wide, knowing what she was going to reveal. I subtly shake my head, trying to prevent her from enduring the same judgment I went through. Ignoring me, she continues, "Like LARPing, Macrame, and hunting."

"Excuse me?" Dean's voice lowers in a dad-like tone. His hands rest on his hips as he peers down at the red-head.

Her arms quickly rise in defense, trying to calm Dean's growing anger. "Okay. It was just a couple little cases. I took down a teenage vampire and a ghost...which sounds like a Y.A. novel if you say it out loud."

"Charlie, how'd it go?" Sam inquires.

"It was, uh..." She glances at Dean, his mouth hung agape in disbelief. Her gaze shifts to me, frowning momentarily before darting to Sam. "It was intense. I had a close friend helping in case anything went sideways. As you can see, I'm fine. But I kind of wish hunting was more...magical, you know?"

"Close friend—who?" Dean inquires urgently, ignoring her last sentence.

I shake my head, hoping my pleading eyes will make her keep my identity a secret. Charlie stares at me, hesitating to answer. Dean follows her eyes and sees my plea before I have a chance to mask it. Fuck. His eyes grew wider before narrowing in anger.

"You knew about this and didn't tell us? Worse—you took her hunting?"

"I didn't take her hunting; She wanted to go herself. So, I offered to assist."

Dean's eyes roll at my response. "You should've changed her mind!"

"I didn't need to do shit. She's a grown-ass woman, Dean! She can make decisions for herself. If she wants to hunt, that's her prerogative."

"She can get herself killed, and the last person who should be teaching her to hunt is you!"

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" I ask defensively.

"It means you can hardly keep yourself alive."

"That's bullshit, and you know it."

"Is it? 'Cause it's getting real old having to constantly worry every hunt if that one will be your last. I have enough crap on my plate, and making sure you don't get killed isn’t something I signed up for. God, it’s exhausting. You’re the last person I would ever want on my mind.”

Silence fills the room once his honesty leaves his sharp tongue. His words hit me like a punch to the gut, leaving me breathless. Was it as bad as it sounded, or was the pain I was feeling heightened by my love for him? His face didn't seem to carry any remorse. Instead, he loomed over me, his annoyance palpable as he peered down with a towering stance.

"Sorry, I've been such an inconvenience for you. Maybe next time I'll die, so you don't have to worry anymore." My words dripped with disgust as I desperately tried to mask the hurt I felt.

I don’t waste another moment in the War Room and in his presence. Ignoring Sam's calls, I storm into the corridor. Anger replaces my pain the closer I get to my room. How dare he say those things. I'm a great hunter! I've been hunting for years; I knew what I was doing. I never took on something I couldn't handle by myself.

In a rage, I slam my door closed. I'm a damn good hunter! I assure myself. Every single one has been close to death, so why was I any different? He goes in guns blazing, too! He doesn't have any regard for his life, and he's made that known on many occasions.

Knowing that my thoughts would only aggregate me further, I grab my wireless headphones from my desk. With the light off, I stumble to my bed and get comfortable as I turn on the set playlist for times like this. I close my eyes, allowing myself to get lost in the music and not my fist in Dean's face. As each song played, I felt my anger subside a little more. I can’t be sure how much time has passed, but the frustration rushes back once my headphones get yanked off.

"What the hell?" I yell at the figures towering over me.

"We've got a problem."

Sam, Dean, and I scavenge the halls after they explain what was going on. Dorothy and the Wicked Witch are real, and just so happen to be in the bunker. We wander to the dungeon, instantly greeted with Crowley's whistle rendition of ‘Somewhere Over The Rainbow.’ The men stroll closer to the King of Hell as I follow behind.

"Wow, if it isn't the Scarecrow, the Tin Man, and Dorothy. Well—not the real one, anyway. As for your other new houseguest—so misunderstood." The demon joked, yet no one but him found it amusing. "Either of you saw 'Wicked?'"

"What did she say to you?" Sam demands.

"Something along the lines of..." Crowley trails off before hissing.

"All right, well, I'm gonna go get some holy oil and a lighter, dick bag." Dean chimes in, turning to fetch the items, but stops once the demon starts speaking.

"I know what she's looking for."

"What does she want?" I ask.

"I'd be happy to tell you as soon as I get to stretch my legs."

The younger Winchester nods toward the prisoner, agreeing. With annoyance, Dean moves to fill the King of Hell's request. Sam and I aim our guns in case Crowley tries to pull anything. With one hand, Dean grabs the key out of his pocket to unlock the lock around the metal collar, while the other hand holds the demon blade to the demon's throat as a warning. Dean backs away as the soulless monster happily pries the collar off, chains clattering when he drops it to the table.

"Oh." He chuckles, standing from his seat.

"What does the witch want?" Sam questions.

"Give me a mo. I still need to air myself out." Crowley pushes.

With my gun already raised, I shoot a round into the demon's chest. He looks down at it, physically unfazed. "I think you're aired out enough."

"Rude." He murmurs before picking up the crumbled-up paper from the table to reveal the word: key.

"Key? What key?" Sam presses.

"I haven't the foggiest. Had to send her off on a merry chase before she could melt me." The King of Hell flashes his pearly whites before revealing, "Told her you boys kept the keys in the kitchen. You do have a kitchen in this crap hole, don't you?"

We look at one another before racing to the destination. Once in the kitchen, it was clear it had been ransacked. There wasn't one surface that was left untouched. I groan, knowing I had to clean it later.

"Damn it, I just cleaned in here." Dean sighs in disappointment.

"Really?" Sam rhetorically asks in sarcasm.

Walking down the steps, the Dick of the Day states the obvious, "Looks like we got a witch here."

Someone walks into the other door to the kitchen, and we quickly draw our weapons only to see Charlie and the Dorothy.

"Sorry. We raided your gun range." Charlie extended her arm for us to see what was in her hand. "Made us some poppy bullets. They won't kill the witch, but they will stun the crap out of her."

Dean picks up the casing, examining the bullets. "That's my girl." He murmurs, his eyes lingering on her before seeking a glance at me as his attention shifts to his handgun.

If it weren't for the fight we had earlier, I would’ve been jealous that he’d never complimented me like that once before. Instead, the 'jealousy' turns into more anger. What was it that made him act differently towards me? I wonder.

"There was only enough for five bullets, so...make each shot count."

We load the bullets into our magazines as Dorothy speaks, "Now we just have to find her before she finds whatever the hell she's looking for."

"She's looking for a key." I clarify.

"How do you know?" Charlie inquires.

"Little birdie told us," Sam responds. "Ring any bells, Dorothy?"

"Unfortunately," She replies with dismay. "It's the key to Oz. There are magical ways into Oz—tornado, eye of a hurricane, whirlpool—but this key will turn any locked door into a portal to Oz. Insert key, twist, and presto, you're in Oz."

"How did the Men of Letters get the key?" I question.

"I have no idea, but if she finds it, she'll go back and finish what she started. She'll destroy all that is good in Oz. She's got armies of witches, flying monkeys. Many will die."

"What's this key look like?" Dean interjects.

Dorothy pulls out a journal from the inside of her jacket. We huddle around her as she quickly flips through the beige pages. Finally, she finds the one with information regarding the sought-after key. The top read 'KEEP SAFE' and was written with three exclamation marks. A sketch of the key took up half the page but was perfectly detailed to identify when searching for it.

"I've seen that key." The oldest Winchester confesses. "Found it when I was doing inventory."

"Where is it now?"

"My room. We got to get to that key. All right, Maricela, Charlie, and I will go look in my room." He turns to Sam and finishes, "Why don't you guys buy us some time?"

"I'll go with Sam," I speak dryly, not wanting to be around Dean any longer than I had to. His deep voice utters an 'I don't think so,' to which I roll my eyes. "Oh, right. You don't think I can handle myself, so I can't leave your side."

Without waiting for a comeback, I try storming to his room, but before I can leave the kitchen, his hand grabs my arm, pulling me back. I turn around and snatch my limb back, my eyes narrowing at his touch, daring him to do it again. Sam and Dorothy had left the room, leaving us three. Ignoring my glare, the Winchester’s gaze shifts between Charlie and me as he speaks.

"Safest place in this joint is the dungeon."

"You have a dungeon in this place?" She inquiries, giving me déjà vu. "Of course you do."

"So maybe you two should..." Dean trails off, implying we run from the danger.

Before I speak up, Charlie says, "We are not hiding, especially in a dungeon. Wicked witch, a key, a quest?" She playfully punches his shoulder—had it been me, it would've been rougher and somewhere else. With glee, she declares, "Let's do this."

She pivots and heads towards Dean's room. I turn on my heel and ignore his calls as I walk with Charlie. After giving up, he assigns us corners of his room to scavenge. I rifled through his desk drawers and a box of files he handed me.

"You keep your porn meticulously organized, but not—" Charlie starts to criticize before Dean interrupts.

"Don't judge me." He rifles through a wooden crate before calling out, "Ah! Yahtzee."

Charlie and I face the man who found what we were searching for. Suddenly, she gasps, calling out his name as she stares at the witch behind him. He turns around, and the witch snatches the key from his hand. She backhands his face, knocking him on the bed behind him before he bounces off with a grunt and rolls into the wall. The Wicked Witch pockets the key in her black cloak before raising her right hand towards the Winchester. The power began to gather in her hand, emitting a green glow.

Panicking, I shout, "No!"

Without a second thought, I jump in front of Dean. As I intended, my body shields his, absorbing the blast instead. And in the blink of an eye, I'm in the middle of the woods, the sun high in the sky, as I point a gun at the beer bottles set up ahead.

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Avatar

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Criminal minds

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- Derek

- Spencer

- Jj

- Emily

- Garcia

Castle

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Lucifer (Fox)

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Greys anatomy

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Twilight

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Harry Potter

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Marvel

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BBC Merlin

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BBC Sherlock

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Black butler

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Supernatural

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The witcher

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Brooklyn nine nine

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The good doctor

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Friends

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Teen wolf

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Doctor who

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Lord of the rings/the hobbit

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My hero academia

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Demon slayer

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Tokyo ghoul

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Durarara!!

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Skyrim

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Ackley bridge

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The vampire diaries

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the watcher

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911

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- chim

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Downton Abbey

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Kingsmen

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Bones

- Booth

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Buffy the vampire slayer

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The walking dead

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[letters2fiction]

Welcome to Letters2fiction!

The concept here is to send in a question or a letter request, and you’ll get a response from your fictional character of choice, from the list below. Please stick to the list I’ve made, but of course, you can ask if there’s some other characters I write for, I don’t always remember all the shows, movies or books I’ve consumed over the years and I’m sure I’m missing a lot 😅

Status: New Characters added - Thursday March 21st, 2024

TV SERIES

A Discovery of Witches:

Matthew Clairmont

Baldwin Montclair

Gallowglass de Clermont

Marcus Whitmore

Philippe de Clermont

Jack Blackfriars

Sarah Bishop

Emily Mather

Diana Bishop

Ysabeau de Clermont

Miriam Shepard

Phoebe Taylor

Gerbert D’Aurillac

Peter Knox

Father Andrew Hubbard

Benjamin Fuchs

Satu Järvinen

Meridiana

Law and Order:

Rafael Barba

Sonny Carisi

Joe Velasco

Mike Duarte

Terry Bruno

Peter Stone

Hasim Khaldun

Nick Amaro NEW!

Mike Dodds

Grace Muncy

Kat Tamin

Toni Churlish

Amanda Rollins

Olivia Benson

Rita Calhoun

Casey Novak

Melinda Warner

George Huang

Sam Maroun

Nolan Price

Jamie Whelan

Bobby Reyes

Jet Slootmaekers

Ayanna Bell

Jack McCoy

Elliot Stabler

One Chicago:

Jay Halstead (Could also be Will if you want)

Antonio Dawson

Adam Ruzek

Greg "Mouse" Gerwitz

Dante Torres

Vanessa Rojas

Kevin Atwater

Sean Roman

Matt Casey

Kelly Severide

Joe Cruz

Sylvie Brett

Blake Gallo

Christopher Hermann

"Mouch"

Otis

Violet Mikami

Evan Hawkins

Mayans MC:

Angel Reyes

Miguel

Bishop

Coco

Nestor

911 verse:

Athena Grant

Bobby Nash

Henrietta "Hen" Wilson

Evan "Buck" Buckley

Eddie Diaz

Howie "Chimney" Han

Ravi Panikkar

T.K. Strand

Owen Strand

Carlos Reyes

Marjan Marwani

Paul Strickland

Tommy Vega

Judson "Judd" Ryder

Grace Ryder

Nancy Gillian

Mateo Chavez

The Rookie:

Lucy Chen

Tim Bradford

Celina Juarez

Aaron Thorsen

Nyla Harper

Angela Lopez

Wesley Evers

BBC Sherlock:

Greg Lestrade

Mycroft Holmes

Sherlock Holmes

Moriarty

Molly

Bridgerton:

Anthony Bridgerton

Benedict Bridgerton

Simon Basset

Daphne Bridgerton

Eloise Bridgerton

Kate Sharma

Edwina Sharma

Marina Thompson/Crane

Outlander:

Jamie Fraser

Claire Beauchamp Randall Fraser

Frank Randall

Black Jack Randall

Brianna Fraser

Roger MacKenzie

Fergus Fraser

Marsali Fraser

Jenny Fraser Murray

Ian Murray Sr.

Ian Fraser Murray

Murtagh Mackenzie

Call The Midwife:

Shelagh Turner / Sister Bernadette

Dr. Patrick Turner

Nurse Trixie Franklin

Nurse Phyllis Crane

Lucille Anderson

Nurse Barbara Gilbert

Chummy

Sister Hilda

Miss Higgins

PC Peter Noakes

Reverend Tom Hereward NEW!

Narcos:

Horacio Carrillo

Peaky Blinders:

Tommy Shelby

Downton Abbey:

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham

Cora Crawley, Countess of Grantham

Lady Mary Crawley

Lady Edith Crawley

Lady Sybil Crawley

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham

Isobel Crawley

Matthew Crawley

Lady Rose MacClare

Lady Rosamund Painswick

Henry Talbot

Tom Branson

Mr. Charles Carson

Mrs. Hughes / Elsie May Carson

John Bates

Anna Bates

Daisy Mason

Thomas Barrow

Joseph Molesley

Land Girl:

Connie Carter

Reverend Henry Jameson (Gwilym Lee's version)

Midsomer Murder:

DCI Tom Barnaby

Joyce Barnaby

Dr. George Bullard

DCI John Barnaby

Sarah Barnaby

DS Ben Jones

DS Jamie Winter

Sgt. Gavin Troy

Fleur Perkins

WPC Gail Stephens

Kate Wilding

DS Charlie Nelson

Sergeant Dan Scott

NEW! Once Upon A Time

Regina / The Evil Queen

Mary Margaret Blanchard / Snow White

David Nolan / Prince Charming

Emma Swan

Killian Jones / Captain Hook

Mr. Gold / Rumplestiltskin

Neal Cassidy / Baelfire

Peter Pan

Sheriff Graham Humbert / The Huntsman

Jefferson / The Mad Hatter

Belle

Robin of Locksley / Robin Hood

Will Scarlet

Zelena / Wicked Witch

Alice (Once in Wonderland)

Cyrus (Once in Wonderland)

Jafar (Once in Wonderland)

Gideon

Tiger Lily

Naveen

Tiana

Granny

Ariel

Prince Eric

Aladdin

Jasmine

Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde

Hercules

Megara

Tinker Bell

Merida

Red Riding Hood

Mulan

Aurora / Sleeping Beauty

Prince Phillip

Cinderella

Prince Thomas

NEW! The Vampire Diaries / The Originals

Stefan Salvatore

Damon Salvatore

Caroline Forbes

Elena Gilbert

Bonnie Bennett

Enzo St. John

Niklaus Mikaelson

Elijah Mikaelson

Kol Mikaelson

Rebekah Mikaelson

Freya Mikaelson

Finn Mikaelson

Mikael

Esther

Marcel Gerard

Davina Claire

MOVIES

The Pirates of the Caribbean:

Captain Jack Sparrow

Barbossa

Will Turner

Elizabeth Swann

James Norrington

Kingsman:

Merlin

Harry Hart

Eggsy Unwin

James Spencer / Lancelot

Alastair / Percival

Roxy Morton / Lancelot

Maximillian Morton / The Shepherd

Orlando Oxford

Jack Daniels / Whiskey

Gin

BOOKS

Dreamland Billionaire series - Lauren Asher:

Declan

Callahan

Rowan

Iris

Alana

Zahra

Dirty Air series - Lauren Asher:

Noah

Liam

Jax

Santiago

Maya

Sophie

Elena

Chloe

Ladies in Stem - Ali Hazelwood books:

Olive

Adam

Bee

Levi

Elsie

Jack

Mara

Liam

Sadie

Erik

Hannah

Ian

Fourth Wing - Rebecca Yarros:

Xaden Riorson

Dain Aetos

Jack Barlowe

Rhiannan Matthias

Violet Sorrengail

Mira Sorrengail

Lillith Sorrengail

Bodhi Durran

Liam Mairi

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[brokehorrorfan]

Lionsgate and Bloody Disgusting are teaming up to release Wolf Creek, Hannibal Rising, I Spit on Your Grave, You're Next, Sinister, Texas Chainsaw, and Leatherface on Steelbook Blu-ray + Digital exclusively at Walmart.

Featuring artwork by Bond, all seven titles will be released on August 20 for $24.99 each. Existing special features are included.

Be sure to check your local Walmart now for a Bloody Disgusting shelf in the electronics section, where you'll find an exclusive edition of Broke Horror Fan's Terrifier 2 VHS.

2005's Wolf Creek is written and directed by Greg McLean. John Jarratt, Nathan Phillips, Cassandra Magrath, and Kestie Morassi star.

2007's Hannibal Rising is directed by Peter Webber and written by Thomas Harris, based on his own novel. Gaspard Ulliel, Gong Li, Rhys Ifans, and Dominic West star.

2010's I Spit on Your Grave is directed by Steven R. Monroe and written by Stuart Morse. Sarah Butler, Jeff Branson, Daniel Franzese, Rodney Eastman, Chad Lindberg, Tracey Walter, and Andrew Howard star.

2011's You're Next is directed by Adam Wingard and written by Simon Barrett. Sharni Vinson, A.J. Bowen, Nicholas Tucci, Wendy Glenn, Joe Swanberg, Barbara Crampton, and Rob Moran star.

2012's Sinister is directed by Scott Derrickson from a script he co-wrote with C. Robert Cargill. Ethan Hawke, Juliet Rylance, Fred Thompson, James Ransone, Clare Foley, and Michael Hall D'Addario star.

2013's Texas Chainsaw is directed by John Luessenhop and written by Adam Marcus, Debra Sullivan, and Kirsten Elms. Alexandra Daddario, Dan Yeager, Tremaine Neverson, Tania Raymonde, Thom Barry, Paul Rae, and Bill Moseley star.

2017's Leatherface is directed by Julien Maury and Alexandre Bustillo and written by Seth M. Sherwood. Stephen Dorff, Vanessa Grasse, Sam Strike, and Lili Taylor star.

[lestcat-de-lioncourt]

2:22 movie

[shishquahcustardtree]

“The impala, of course, Has all the things other cars have...and a few things they don't. But none of that stuff's important. This is the stuff that's important. The army man that Sam crammed in the ashtray --it's still stuck there. The legos that Dean shoved into the vents --to this day, heat comes on and they can hear 'em rattle. These are the things that make the car theirs --really theirs. Even when Dean rebuilt her from the ground up, he made sure all these little things stayed, 'cause it's the blemishes that make her beautiful”

Here she is folks in all her glory! I loved every second of drawing The Impala and I hope you love her too. Drawing is based off a photograph I took of her at the Celebrity Car Museum in Branson Missouri.

[aylacavebear]

The Traveler - Chapter 19 - Mechoria Pt. 2

You're from a specific dimension, Solaris Eclipse. It was a dimension of magic. When your kind, the Eldrathiren, turned fifteen, your unique power would awaken within you. Most times, it was something small, levitation, teleportation, creation, elemental manipulation, and things like that. Once in a while, a fifteen-year-old would just disappear, and those were called Travelers. None of them had ever returned. Your parents had told you stories about them, and you hoped that wouldn't happen to you.

Please don't take my work. I'll post warnings for each chapter. Will probably be 18+ I haven't decided yet!

Word Count: 5815

Pairing Eventually Dean Winchester x OC Reader/You & Sam Winchester x OC Reader/You

Warnings: Navigating the inhabitants and how things work, missing the Earth. A/N: Don't think there's anything else in this one. It's fairly relaxed.

----------------------------------------- Chapter 19 - Mechoria Pt. 2

The sounds of morning pulled you from the comforts of sleep: birds chirping nearby, the horses in their fields, and the soft hum of steam going through pipes as gears turned somewhere. With a yawn and a nice big stretch, you sighed and opened your eyes. The bed had been surprisingly comfortable and at the moment, you weren’t ready to join the morning. Rolling onto your side, you reached your hand across the bed, wishing he was there, missing him again. 

How long before I can stay with them?

Giggling children outside pulled you from your thoughts, and you climbed out of bed. You dressed in something simple yet comfortable, returning your pouch and weapons to their usual places. Before sliding your bag over your shoulder, you made the bed as a small token of gratitude. Then, you headed outside to greet the day and the kind family.

Lily and Branson insisted you stay for breakfast, which you tried to decline, but the delicious smells convinced you otherwise. Afterward, Branson paid you, and Lily gave you a pouch to keep your Steamcoins in. The pouch had compartments for the different colors, and Lily kindly explained their values, blue being the most valuable. This job had only been worth a small amount, which Nix, at the Information Center, would pay you for later. What this family gave you was far more.

Blue, being the most valuable, was worth one hundred yellow coins.

Purple was worth fifty yellow coins.

Red was worth thirty yellow coins.

Orange was worth ten yellow coins.

Yellow, being the least valuable, was worth just one.

It was a system you’d need to get used to, but at least you had a pouch now to keep everything organized. Branson signed the paper from the bulletin board so you could get paid back to the city. After leaving the ranch, with both Branson and Lily hugging and thanking you again, you counted the Steamcoins they’d given you—twenty-five in total.

I’m going to need to pick up more of those jobs if I’m going to get a place to stay while I’m in this world. Then there’s food and perhaps other items I might need.

In your mind, you began making a list of things you’d need to look into, deciding to stay out of the more expensive area of the city for now. You’d also decided you weren’t going to look at any of the trinket stores either. Right now, those things weren’t important for just getting by. The city was bustling like it had been the day before. Today, a different guard stood at the gate, but he was just as friendly as the other one. You gave him a friendly smile as you looked around, mainly for an inn of sorts to stay in. There were definitely options scattered around the cheaper portions of the city. After about an hour of looking around, you settled on the one near a part of the town that wasn’t close to one of the bars in hopes that it wouldn’t get rowdy at night. They also offered three meals a day for the cost of two Steamcoins per meal, with the room being two Steamcoins per night. 

The innkeeper was a hog, not in his demeanor but in his appearance. However, he was actually rather nice. You’d decided to keep your age a secret, not sure what sort of rules this world had when it came to minors, and you weren’t eighteen yet. “Welcome to Kragthor Inn. How long will you be staying?” he asked with a friendly smile.

“I’d like to pay for a week. I don’t know yet how long I’ll be here,” you replied, pulling out enough coins to pay him.

“That’s okay. If you’d like one of the meals, just let one of the staff know, and they’ll make sure it’s brought to your room. Breakfast is at seven, lunch is at noon, and dinner is at six,” he explained, retrieving a room key from a cabinet where other keys hung.

“Thank you,” you replied, taking the key as he logged your information and collected your coins.

Heading up the wooden staircase, you found your room near the back of the hallway. Inside was a simple layout: a single bed, a desk, a dresser, a nightstand with a lamp, and a clock hung on the wall near the door. There was also a window that looked out into the city. You weren’t quite sure you trusted leaving your belongings in the room, never knowing when the scent would call you to move on from this world. 

Your next stop was the Information Center to collect your fifteen-coin payment and see what else was available. Nix was there again, almost surprised to see you back so soon. She instantly smiled, her tail twitching happily behind her.

“You’re back. How’d your first job go?” she asked quizzically.

Chuckling a little, you pulled the paper out of your pocket, “All taken care of.”

That really surprised her, “Really?” She then found Branson’s signature and almost wanted to ask what the creature was but restrained herself. Nix put the paper into one of the file boxes and got your payment. “Here ya go. If you have any fighting skills, there are some better-paying jobs listed today,” she offered.

“Thanks. I’ll have to take a look at those,” you replied with a smile, putting your coins in your pouch.

Although you had a room for a week, you needed to keep yourself fed, and some of your clothing needed either repairing or replacing. Reading over the available jobs on the board, you grabbed three of them. They were located in relatively the same area and seemed simple enough: killing a monster that had ventured out of the forest. Nix just watched you from behind the counter before she spoke up again.

“Hey, take this map if you’re heading out there for those,” she hollered, holding up a folded piece of paper.

“Oh, thanks,” you replied, returning to her and taking it. It was a fairly thick chunk of paper, but you just slid it into your bag for now.

Before heading out to find the monsters, you stopped by the library. You knew they had books that would give you more information on the monsters you had decided to take on. If you had more time, you would have relaxed and taken in the overall beauty of the place. You weren’t quite sure how, but you knew where the books were that you were seeking.

There was an entire section on monsters, with a vast collection of books ranging in thickness from simple pamphlets to books that would take days to read. You didn’t pay attention to the people there who were watching you, though you hadn’t really considered you’d be that much of an oddity. After finding the books you needed, you read through them, learning the little details about the monsters you’d chosen to take care of. It seemed simple enough: a well-placed attack in the right place, and it would be over. Your knife from Auqualumina could handle it easily, even if you’d have to get close. You missed your spear but knew that Bobby would take care of it for you.

The three monsters you were looking for were on the other side of the farms and in the forest you had passed when you had initially come to the city. You didn’t mind the walk as it was a beautiful day. The birds were chirping and fluttering about, and the bugs busied themselves among the flowers on either side of the road. The farmers were also out, tending to their fields. Some waved, while others just stared.

That made your mind wander. You remembered how Nix looked. She did have humanish features, but she also had short fur covering her body. She looked more cat-like in that regard. The longer your mind pondered it, the more you realized you probably looked similar to a hairless cat, like what you’d seen on the TV on Earth. You turned down a side road toward the forest, where the first monster was mentioned to have been harassing the farmers. The walk was peaceful, with the sounds of the farms capturing your attention. Strange creatures were in different pens, and you decided to get yourself acquainted better with the animal life of this world when your tasks were over. 

As you approached the forest, a strange sensation washed over you. The air felt charged as if filled with whispers you couldn’t quite make out. You took a deep breath, feeling the connection with this world tickle along your nerves. In a way, it reminded you of the night before, and at the same time, it felt vastly different.

Entering the forest, you reached a small clearing where the first monster was reported to be. Instead of an aggressive beast, you found a creature that looked more frightened than dangerous. It had the body of a wolf but with scales instead of fur and glowing green eyes that seemed to peer into your soul. Dean…

Your mind always went to him when you saw green eyes, and for a moment, you felt that ache in your soul again. Shaking the thought from your mind, you slipped your bag off your shoulder, then held your hands up with your palms facing the monster. You didn’t want to scare it; something within you told you it wouldn’t attack you.

“It’s okay,” you whispered, though you knew it couldn’t understand your words.

The creature looked at you, and you could practically see the confused look in its eyes when a soft hum filled your mind, like tuning into a distant frequency. Blurred images and confusing emotions drifted through your mind, and you knew they weren’t yours. You knelt down, maintaining eye contact.

Why are you here? you thought, hoping it would understand, as no words had played through your mind as they had with Lysara.

The creature’s eyes widened slightly, and a series of images and emotions flashed through your mind. You saw flashes of farmers attacking it, trying to drive it away from their fields. It wasn’t trying to harm them; it was just lost and hungry.

I understand. I won’t hurt you.

It seemed to relax a bit, and its stance was less defensive. You reached into your pouch and pulled out some dried meat, offering it in your hand. Hesitantly, it approached and took the food, its thoughts a little calmer now. You took a moment to study it now. It seemed young, at least from the reading you’d done at the library. Typically this creature ran in packs, deeper in the forest.

You pulled the map out of your bag, the creature just watching you curiously, and proceeded to unfold it. Your finger moved along the paper, tracing the path you’d taken to where you were now. Things were marked on the map of places where specific creatures lived, and you noticed where these creatures typically roamed.

I can point you in the direction, so you can get back to your pack.

With that thought, you looked up at the creature, and it tilted its head curiously at you. That made you giggle a little. It was kind of cute like that.

Your pack is that way, you told it, pointing toward your left, further into the forest, about half a day’s run.

The creature looked where you were pointing, then back at you, and nodded.

May I have one of your scales? I have to take something back to the city, so they know that I took care of you.

It was the nicest way you could put it. You didn’t want to tell it that you were supposed to kill it and just take one of its scales. The creature sat down and used its hind leg to scratch behind its ear, reminding you of a dog. Several of its scales flaked off in the process, and it used its nose to nudge them over to you. It licked you on the cheek, then took off into the forest before you even had a chance to thank it.

Well, that was different. I wonder how the next two will go.

You folded up the map, returning it to your bag, put the scales into your pouch from Lysara, and then slipped your bag back over your shoulder. With a sense of curiosity, you continued to where the next monster was said to be located. It wasn’t further into the forest, but to your right, still far too close to the farms nearby.

At first, you didn’t notice it, even with its size, as it blended well into its surroundings of the forest which towered above you. Once it moved, though, you nearly jumped, as it began sizing you up for a quick snack. The creature stood on all fours, resembling the cross between a bear and a lizard, with thick scales and sharp claws. You steadied yourself, slowing your breathing as you held your hands up, palms facing it.

I mean you no harm.

Its entire demeanor changed instantly, looking as surprised as you had when it had moved, and then it took a step back.

I want to help. Why are you here?

Images flooded your mind of destroyed habitat, encroaching farmers, and a desperate search for a new home. You felt instant sympathy for it and sat down, pulling out the map again. The creature watched you, slowly getting closer as it looked down at what you were doing. Occasionally, its tongue would flick out and taste the air.

There’s a place to the west. It looks similar to the images you showed me of where you used to live.

You pointed to where you were on the map and then to where you suggested it could go.

Do you understand? Can you find that place? It even has a stream there.

The creature tilted its head a bit as it looked down at the map, then it looked at you. You smiled a little, then pointed in the direction of the area, and its gaze followed your hand before it looked back at you. The creature growled softly, or perhaps it was similar to a type of purr; you weren’t sure. Then, in the blink of an eye, it was moving in that direction, far faster than you had thought it could move, given its size. You hadn’t even gotten a chance to ask it for a scale.

Sighing, you put the map away, and as you slipped your bag over your shoulder, you noticed that the light shimmered off of something in the grass. You reached down and picked it up, smiling; a scale that had fallen off. You slipped that into your pouch as you continued along to the next location.

These monsters aren’t monsters at all. They’re just scared, or their homes have been torn down and clear-cut for more farmland. They just want to live like the other inhabitants of this world.

You felt a new sense of purpose for being in this world. Perhaps the scent you’d been following pulled you here to help these creatures. You still hadn’t forgotten about the clock tower either. Something was going on in this world, and you were determined to find out what.

The third creature was a bit further into the forest but still close to the farms. When you came upon it, it nearly took your breath away as it stared down at you from a high branch in one of the trees. In a way, it reminded you of a monkey, but far larger, crossed with the armor of an armadillo and the eyes of a hawk. It had long, sharp claws on each of its four arms and two legs, and it was all white.

As with the last two, you held your hands up, palms facing it, slowly slipping your bag from your shoulder. I’m not here to hurt you. It looked at you just as puzzled and curiously as the prior two had. I want to help. Why are you here? 

Images flooded your mind of a smaller one that looked similar to this one. It had wandered off, and this one had been searching for it, daring to venture into the farmers' lands as its search in the forest had been empty. You also saw images of the farmers attempting to attack it when it went to search a barn.

I want to help. Let me go look for the little one, and I’ll bring it back to you. Will you trust me?

It looked skeptical but also curious, and then it nodded its head. At least you knew what you were looking for and a general area. You slipped your bag back over your shoulder and headed toward the area you’d seen in the images the creature had shared with you. Luckily, it wasn’t a far walk. 

There were four different barn-type buildings on the other side of a fence, similar to the one at the ranch. You hopped the fence, heading for the closest one when what you figured was a guard “dog” sort of creature came bounding at you. It wasn’t barking, though; it was bellowing, similar to the one at Branson’s ranch.

I’m not here to make trouble. I’m trying to find a frightened creature.

The “dog” instantly stopped in its tracks while you continued to the barn. For a moment, it watched you, then ran over to one of the other barns and bellowed at you again. An image of small, yellow eyes hiding in the hay played through your mind. You smiled a little and headed over to that barn instead.

Thanks, you thought to the “dog” as you pat it on the head before entering the barn. It stayed outside while you looked around. This looked to be used as hay storage with miscellaneous farm tools. Your ears twitched, carefully listening for any sort of movement as you walked toward one of the stacks of hay. Well, it reminded you of hay anyway.

You finally heard something scurrying along the rafters, and when you looked up, you saw those two little yellow eyes from the image the “dog” showed you. The last thing you wanted to do was scare the poor thing further. You slipped your bag off your shoulder and held your hands up, palms facing it, as that had seemed to work with the other creatures.

I’m here to help. I found the other one like you, and it’s worried about you. I’d like to take you back to it. Will you trust me?

For a while, it stared at you like you had two heads, but you could tell it was curious. It slowly got closer, climbing down from the rafters to the second floor of the barn, and sat on the ledge, still staring at you. The “dog” watched from just outside the barn door. The little creature's eyes went from you to the “dog” and then back to you, tilting its head.

I promise, I just want to help you.

It seemed to take a while longer, but it finally climbed down. You crouched down so you were more on its level. It gingerly approached you, but all you did was hold out your hand and give it a soft smile. It sniffed your hand before getting close enough to touch your hand, almost as if it was inspecting it and perhaps even curious as to why you had no fur. Eventually, it looked up at you and an image of the larger one getting chased off by the farmers went through your mind. You sympathized with the small creature for what it had been through, then slowly held out both your hands. It climbed into your arms, and you scooped it up, grabbed your bag, and then stood.

Time to get you back to your friend.

It almost made a purring sound, which made you smile. You were so focused on helping the small creature that you didn’t notice the farmer watching you the entire time. You made your way back to the fence and hopped back over it, then made your way back to the other creature in the forest. The farmer decided to follow you just to see what was going on, as this was something completely new to their world.

I found it, you thought as you reached the area where the other creature had been. It came down from the tree and approached you. That’s when you realized just how large it was, nearly as tall as you when it stood on its hind legs. You also realized now that it was, in fact, a she, and this was her child. You gently handed her the child, May I have a clipping of one of your claws? I need to take it back so that no one else comes looking for you.

She then nodded and bit one of her claws, handing you the piece before taking off into the forest and back to wherever her home was. You still hadn’t noticed the farmer watching you from behind a nearby tree as you watched the two leave.

“Well, that should take care of that,” you said out loud to no one but felt happy you were able to help them and hadn’t had to actually kill any of them.

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“You’re seriously done with all three of those?!” Nix exclaimed when you set the papers and items down on the counter.

“Yeah. Why do you look so surprised?” you asked her, a little puzzled.

She stared at you blankly for a moment, having to pull herself out of her shock. “Normally, someone only takes one, and it takes all day for them to complete it. Plus, they typically come back looking like they got into a fight. You—you’re clean!” she told you, still in a mild state of shock.

“Uh, I did my research before I headed out?” you replied with a nervous chuckle, scratching the back of your head. You didn’t want to tell her that you’d saved the creatures, as that didn’t seem to be how things were done here.

Nix wasn’t sure what to say. You were new to the city, so there was a sense of mystery around you. Plus, it was clear you were feline, but you also lacked the fur of the species. She wanted to ask you so many more questions, but it wasn’t allowed due to the restrictions of her job. She sighed and pulled out your payment, sixty Steamcoins.

“Have you thought about joining one of the guilds? With how talented you clearly are, there are several of the high-class ones that would be interested in you,” she explained as she filed the papers into the correct places in the filling cubbies.

“That’s an offer I’ll have to decline. I’m not sure how long I’ll be staying. I’ll see you tomorrow, though,” you replied, waving to her as you headed outside and back to the room you’d rented.

Before you went upstairs, you paid for a meal, knowing the little you had left in your pouch would only hold you over until then. Sitting on your bed, you unpacked your bag, inspecting your items as you ate one of the sweets from the Hatter. At least half of your articles of clothing would need replacing unless you wanted to repair them, again. 

The flannel Dean had given you, along with two pairs of pants, three shirts, and three pairs of socks, went back into your bag. The rest of the items, which were wearing more than thin and couldn’t be used for anything, went into the trash. You only kept one of the shirts to use as emergency rags or bandages. 

Since you still had nearly three hours before dinner would be served, you slipped your bag over your shoulder and headed downstairs. You found the innkeeper behind the desk. “Excuse me, where is the best place to get some clothes that aren’t expensive?” you asked him.

“That would be Fluff N’ Stuff a few blocks away. She’s got the best prices in the area for quality clothes,” he replied with a friendly smile, which you were still getting used to. It wasn’t every day you saw a hog smile.

“Thanks.” was all you said as you headed out and to the shop. 

You glanced at the merchants and shops as you walked down the busy street. There were so many interesting things you wanted to look at, but you reminded yourself that you had to take care of the essential things first. Sometimes, you hated having to be responsible.

Fluff N’ Stuff was a larger shop than the others in the area. When you went inside, you weren’t quite sure what you were expecting, but it was not what you saw. It was extremely spacious, with several racks of clothes in all sorts of styles and colors. Along the walls were cubbies containing more articles of clothing, shoes, hats, and other miscellaneous accessories. 

What threw you for a loop was when you saw the shop owner, or at least hoped that was who you were now staring at. From her waist down, she looked like a spider with eight legs, and from the waist up, she looked completely human. You hadn’t even realized you were staring or that your mouth had fallen open in utter surprise and awe until she approached you.

“Good afternoon. What can I help you with?” she asked in the softest voice you’d ever heard, snapping you out of your state of shock.

She was a vision of elegance, her appearance striking yet inviting. Her upper half was distinctly human, adorned in a simple yet elegant blouse that complemented her soft features. She had long, flowing brown hair that cascaded down her back in gentle waves, framing a face that exuded warmth and kindness. Her eyes were a deep, calming brown, full of wisdom and a hint of curiosity. Her skin was smooth and fair, with a natural glow that added to her ethereal beauty. 

From the waist down, her body transformed into that of a spider, but not in a way that evoked fear. Her spider legs were slender and graceful, each movement smooth and fluid. The exoskeleton was muted, soft brown, matching her hair and blending seamlessly with her overall appearance. There was no trace of the usual creepiness associated with spiders. Instead, her lower half had a certain elegance and sophistication, enhancing her unique charm.

She moved with a quiet grace, her eight legs making no sound on the wooden floor. Despite her unusual form, there was a softness to her demeanor and a gentleness in her expression that immediately put you at ease. Her presence was soothing, and her smile was warm and genuine, making you feel welcome and comfortable in her shop.

You took a moment to compose yourself and did your best not to stare at her lower half. “I, uh, was told this was the nicest place to get some clothes,” you finally explained, still in a mild state of awe.

“I’m Arina,” she replied with a quiet giggle as she covered her mouth, finding you rather adorable. “I’m going to guess you’ve never seen a Silkith before, have you?”

“Uh, no, I haven’t. It’s… nice to meet you,” you stammered, still trying to process her appearance.

“Don’t worry, I get that reaction a lot. Silkith typically don’t live in cities. Now, let’s see what we can find for you,” she said warmly, her spider legs moving gracefully as she led you deeper into the store. “What are you looking for specifically?”

You glanced around the racks of clothes. “I need some sturdy pants and shirts, preferably something that can handle a bit of rough travel. Also, some socks and maybe a spare jacket.” Arina nodded, her eyes twinkling with understanding. “Got it. Follow me.” She moved gracefully, leading you toward one of the racks near the far wall. She pulled out a few pairs of pants and a few shirts from the rack across from it. They all looked quite durable. “These should do the trick. They’re made from a blend of cotton and a local plant fiber. Very resilient.”

You took the clothes from her, letting your fingers slide across the fabric. Not only did it feel comfortable, but it also felt far more durable than what you already owned. “These are perfect. Thank you.”

She smiled, clearly pleased. “Let’s find you some socks and a jacket next. Any particular color you’re fond of?”

Her question made your heart almost sink, Dean…

“Emerald or forest green,” you replied, far quieter than before.

Arina looked down at you, concern finding its way into her soft features, “You’re missing someone,” she remarked softly. “I have just the color. Come with me.” She moved to another rack, but you weren’t looking at her. You were remembering how sad Dean had looked on the day you ended up in Wonderland, how his emerald green eyes had almost seemed to dim with the dampness of tears he refused to shed.

Arina grabbed half a dozen pairs of plain socks out of one of the cubbies before sifting through the rack of jackets, finding one that was a forest green and very sturdy. “This jacket is water-resistant and has plenty of pockets. It should be handy for your travels.”

It was the same color as his eyes, and you almost debated getting a different color. “Thanks,” you replied, taking the jacket from her. A tear slipped down your cheek.

“Everything okay?” she asked with growing concern.

“I just miss them, that’s all,” you replied, taking a slow, deep breath and looking up at her. 

“Want to talk about it? I know I’m a stranger, but sometimes it helps talking to a stranger instead of someone you know well,” she offered with a sincere smile.

Her kindness made you smile a little. “I appreciate that, and I might take you up on that, just… not today. Thank you for your help with all this. What do I owe-”  Before you could finish your question, something dark blue caught your eye on a rack not far from where you were standing.

You tilted your head a bit as you walked over to it, Arina following you, “See something else?” she asked.

Even with the articles of clothing draped over your arm, you pulled the thing off its rack to look at it—a beautiful dark blue dress. It wasn’t fancy or anything, but it had the most beautiful design of flowers and vines in black from the waist down. The sleeves were short but loose, with a little extra fabric like the skirt of the dress.

“I could modify it for you,” Arina offered, seeing how your eyes almost sparkled as you examined the dress’ simple elegance.

“Oh, I couldn’t… it’s not practical,” you stammered, then went to put it back on the rack, but Arina plucked it from your hand.

“Nonsense. Every girl should have at least one nice dress,” she insisted kindly, then headed to the counter with the other items she was still holding.

With a sigh, you followed her and set the items down on the counter, “I can’t afford things like that right now,” you told her, seeing it as a frivolous expense, wishing she’d understand.

“Alright. Then it’ll be on trade. You can share your story with me in exchange for the dress. In three days, we’ll go to the tavern just up the block, around eight. I’ll buy if need be, and you can tell me your story,” she told you with a soft yet stern tone, and you knew there was no way you were getting out of this.

You looked back down at the dress on the counter, then back up at her, “Alright. It seems like a fair trade,” you replied with a thoughtful smile, beginning to wonder what she’d think of all you would end up sharing with her. “What do I owe you?”

Arina looked at the items, then folded each one neatly before looking up at you, “Thirty Steamcoins. I’ll bring the dress when I see you again. It will be modified for your tail.”

Once you paid her, you put everything in your bag, told her you’d see her in three days, then went back to the inn. Your mind was on the brothers again, as that had been the only reason you had even looked at the dress. At least in your room at the inn, it was quiet. You guessed that perhaps it was magic that kept the sounds of the bustling city streets at a dull roar outside your closed window while you sat on the bed. 

I still have so much to learn about this world. Why do I feel like I need to go to the Clock Tower, and why can I communicate with the creatures and no one else can? I doubt that I’ll be able to keep a low profile here for very long.

The last thought made you sigh as you leaned against the headboard when there was a knock on your door. “Come in.”

A male hog, who looked like he was in his teens, opened your door with a plate of food in hand. “You ordered dinner,” he told you with a friendly tone, bringing it in and setting it on your desk.

“Thank you,” you replied as he was leaving.

He nodded and closed your door, leaving you alone with your dinner and thoughts. Of course, those didn’t stop, even as you sat at your desk and began eating, finding the meal delicious.

There is definitly something strange going on here, and I have to figure out what it is and why I feel like I’m the only one who notices or can do anything about it. Will I be stuck here until I figure it out? I miss them…

After you ate, you clicked off the light and crawled into the bed. You felt homesick, but not for your home world, for Earth, the brothers, and even John. After your last visit to Earth, you felt lonelier these days than you had before that. You knew that it was because of how close you and the brothers had been with each other. Going to sleep in Dean’s arms and waking up to him in the mornings was a feeling you were missing, especially now. You missed the comfort and safety being in his arms brought and the peace that had come from his and Sam’s scent always being around you.

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