#she got banished from the bunker shes sneaking in

[goobersnoots]

It's the 3rd anniversary of murder drones so. YAHOOO!!!

Lay the table with the fancy shit or whatever 😕😕

[mywifeymax]

Who would have thought---💌🌲🌲(Bellamy Blake X reader) Part Three

(Y/n pov)

*We sneaked out of the back of the tent as we ran into the woods as Bellamy kept checking the ground he suddenly stopped both us as he open the door to the underground bunker and we quickly got into it and Bellamy cover it with the leaves and climbed down as well*

"Bellamy I tryed doing what you told me too to slaughter my nightmares so that's what I did"Charlotte said

*I looked at her as she teared up and Bellamy made his way over to her and hugged her* I don't know why but I felt abit of pang for him right then and there

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*I leaned back against the wall as she was sleeping* "We can't stay down forever"I said quietly to Bellamy "I know but it buys us time to figure out what to do"He said

"You were right about me being inlove with Jasper"I said "Hm?"He hummed "It was just something stupid crush that I had since third grade but it means nothing now I have to move on anyways"I said "Did he reject you?"Bellamy asked*I slowly nodded* "He's clearly a jerk then"Bellamy said "No he is the complete opposite he was always so caring and sweet and really really funny"I said "But he also hurt you"Bellamy said "Yeah I guess you're right"I said *I sighed before getting on the ground* "I'll take the floor you can have the couch"I said "Alright if you insists"Bellamy said

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*waking up by a shake I sat up as I saw Bellamy have a worried expression on his face* "Bellamy what's wrong?"I asked "Charlotte she's gone"Bellamy said "What how could this happened!"I said

*Getting up we quickly make our way out of the bunker looking around the woods for Charlotte and we found her wondering and we quickly ran to her*

"Charlotte get back to the bunker it's not safe for you out here not when Murphy and his men are on the loose"I said quietly "No I deserve to die"She said "No that's not true"Bellamy said *I nodded as I agreed with Bellamy* "Come on let's get you back inside where it's safe"I said

*as we were about to returned to the bunker we stopped as Murphy and a few of his guys are with him* "Just hand over the girl and we'll leave"Murphy said *I kept Charlotte behind me* "Not happening Murphy"Bellamy said "You were about to hang me earlier for my crime shouldn't it be the same for her?"Murphy asked "He's right I'm sorry everybody"Charlotte said *Just as we were about to say something she jumped I gasped as I tryed to catch her but it was too late I teared up* "No no no"I said

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*Putting a stone down as Bellamy took care of Murphy as he banished Murphy from the camp I prayed for Charlotte and I felt a hand on my shoulder* "We can't save anyone"Bellamy said "It's still my fault I should have caught her or something she didn't deserve this"I said

*getting back to camp I walked into my camp* I don't understand why our parents sent us down here I mean they probably knew half of us wasn't going to make it is that why they sent us down here to die

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Weeks went on and we were all over the place Bellamy was being a leader and commander of our camp and we all just listened to him.

*looking over at Jasper I saw him glance at me but turned away to talk to Octavia I sighed and looked back to what I was doing* I will survive I will survive even if that means surviving on my own I will I've been alone for a few years now I can handle it again even if I'm not completely alone I still will do what needs to be done

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*walking into the woods I walked to the floors as they lighten up my face I sighed* surviving down here won't be easy but I will fight for me and I will fight for the people every last one of them.

"You know being out here is dangerous especially at night"Bellamy said "I needed air"I said "you're upset about something go on hit me with it"He said "Why do you care?"I asked "I don't"He said "it's just that do you think everybody will make it out here alive?"I asked "I can't say everybody will make it out alive but I know alot of us will"Bellamy said *I nodded as I looked down at the flower* "Aren't you scared?"I asked "Everyday honestly but they need a leader"Bellamy said for some reason as Bellamy said that I saw him in a different light then before "What about you are you scared?"He asked "Alittle but showing it will only get me killed"I said

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*getting back to my tent I shut and zipped the flap up as I took down my braids and layed down in the makeshift bed I sighed as I stared up at the ceiling of the tent* I won't fall not without a good fight I won't let anybody scare me even if it's in a life or death situation I will fight until my very last breath.

-To be continue-

[thekillingjoke-haha]

Prime Time,Bitch!

Tagged: @spnquotebingo the keep reading function is messing up for me

Sam said he was locked up tight in the dungeon. He was never locked in with her. She was locked in with him. The hunter becomes the hunted with no where to run.

Warning: Mature Language,Blood,Gore,Character Death?

-"Thoughts"- (they are red for those who can see)"Quotes" 'Reading'

"I'll be right back. This demon side is fighting to stay in control. I just need a few more pints of blood." Sam said as he slung a bag on his shoulder. "Yeah I got it get some food to!" Y/n said with a smile as she walked him to the impala. The roar of the engine rumbled as she waved him off going back inside what she didn't know was Dean knew that Sam just left and a chilling smile grew on his face.

Y/n popped popcorn as she sat in her room a horror movies playing as she got comfortable. A scream came from the movie drowning out the sound of the dungeon door opening up. The youngest Winchester laughed as a girl tripped over nothing her and Dean always make fun of them they had no real reason to hit the ground so they should get right up. This made her slightly sad. Was Sam going to fix Dean or was it already to late for him? Shaking off the thought the killer was about to crush the women's skull when the power cut out,but the red emergency lights didn't cut on yet which was weird. "God damnit." She grumbled getting up and grabbed a flashlight and went to the breaker to fix it walking right past the open door. Flipping the switch the normal lights don't turn on only the red ones and she turned around to get her phone to call Sam when she dropped her flashlight. Y/n gazed at the empty chair in the center of a devils trap she took off running to her room,but paused he knew she would run there for her phone and Dean or the demon he's become won't let her get help. She changed course to Sam's panic room to hide.

"Oh N/n where are you? I miss my little sister don't you miss me?" A metal sound of something dragging on the floor made her tense. Thinking of all possible things it could be of how she's going to die.–'It could be a bat,but we don't have any metal ones in the bunker. Maybe a sledgehammer,but that would have ment he when into the garage and the power going out would have locked everything.''– Her eyes widen as she released what it was he must have been carrying around she was sharpening it with the rest of the blades earlier that day."Have you figured it out yet? I know how you think when a horror movie is playing you see ever scenario before the movie can catch up. No wonder Sammy says you cheat at Clue!" Dean laughed as he seemed to wander to each room. The sound of wood splitting as he yelled "Here's Johnny!!!" It seemed so much worse that Dean was the evil this time a normal demon would know her so personally this seemed almost cruel him quoting films they watched together. "What to clichés? I admit the axe is old school."

The panic room the size of a cubbie it was so small,but just big enough I could calm down and think properly. Looking up another version of myself sat in front of me...my conscience. I could speak,but she could she's in my head after all. –"You can't run. There's nowhere to go doors locked down the moment the lights went."– I saw a illusion of myself running through the halls just to hit a corner and get a axe to the chest before it faded away. –"Can't go for your phone or your laptop he probably broke it the moment he noticed you weren't in your room."– I saw myself creep into my room just to see a shattered phone and my laptop with a cracked screen buffering to open instant messenger to text Sam. The laptop was slammed shut on my fingers causing some to break and get sliced by the glass looking up the sick grin of the Demon caught my eye before the axe ended that path. –"The burner. The one in your dresser Dean doesn't know about it so neither would the demon.Get it and get back here as quickly as possible. "– It was settled call for help. Listening for any foot steps I creep out of the hiding space a faint whistle going off down one of the many halls way from my room. Sneaking down the hallway staying low I get to my room where the door is torn to shreds as I open my drawer and fish out the phone. Going back down the hallway I get back to Sam's room and immediately call him.

"This call has been forwarded to a automatic voice message at the tone ples–" Hanging up I call again and again with no answer. At this point help was no longer a option. The whistling seemed to get closer and I rushed to the panic room until I paused. –"A enclosed space in a closet. There's not much space to move around if he finds you there your done for."– I back away slightly. –"Behind the door offers a easy place to hide and get out,but if he does the same to Sammy's door he did to yours it's not much of a hiding spot then."– A axe goes through the door creating a massive hole and Dean peaks inside and sees the white of you tank top in your (f/n) flannel. The door was whole again as I looked around the sound of metal getting louder running out of time. –"Under the bed allows you to see him without him seeing you,but like the panic cubbie not a lot of wiggle room if he hears you your done."– It was too late running to the metal door of the panic room she slams it shut not to loud to sound like she's trying to hide it,but just loud enough for the demon to register it. Sealing it shut I slip under the bed and wait for the time to get out and hopefully find a weapon.

Boots walked into the room turning to the closed closet. "Oh N/n!~ There's only so many places to hide in such a small room. Did you really think I wouldn't hear that heavy ass door close?" He chuckled darkly as he opened the closet and went to the small door. Dean tried turning the wheel to unsealed it,but it seemed to dawn on him that it could only be opened from the inside. With a huff anger he began pulling the brick of the wall started to bend outwards and crack. I was glad I wasn't in there. Going to slip out from under the bed while he's distracted the burner phone rang its annoying ringtone. Not even bothering to stop it I rush to get out faster,but a firm grip caught my ankle and dragged me out. Turning onto my back Dean stood their his apple green eyes staring at me. "Found you." He lifted up the axe having let go of my ankle lifting up my feet I put as much strength as possible into kicking his stomach. The demon was knocked back into the closest hitting the ground. Unfortunately axe still in hand. Stanfing up I ran leaving the phone behind. -"Sam took Baby so the trunk armory is out of the question. The garage has so pretty handy tools too bad that it was sealed along with the front and only entrance. Kitchen has knifes none that can hurt him,but just enough to slow him down. Library demon blade was in there last you checked,but Sam could have grabbed and put it on a high shelf."– Too many options and the kitchen was closer so that was the first stop grabbing a knife I held it tightly as a stalked slowly to the Library to see if there were any supernatural weapons.

The library was dark and the red lighting barely lit up the large room. "Would you like to play a game?" Dean mocked in a deep voice as he went around the bunker his voice echoing no real pinpointing where he is. I can't call Sam and prying to Cas hasn't worked meaning Dean made angel banishing symbols in most of the rooms. Y/n was getting desprit the bunkers massive size most of it was unexplored by them so being lost in a underground maze b wasn't the best option. "Are you scared yet Y/n? Well be afraid. Be very afraid. I'm what goes bump in the night sweetheart! Never thought the Winchester’s downfall will be by the hands of the oldest. What a twist!!! Right?" Dean yelled turning to the table I saw the supplies I cleaned with,but the weapons were gone and a note was left on in their place. 'Hey Y/n I put the weapons back into the trunk for tomorrow's hunt so you wouldn't have to...you're welcome and your blade was just sitting on the table so I put it up. ~Love Sam' I wanted to cry oh chuck nothing can save me in this buncker Bobby was sending us gallons of holy water next week because we were low...all rooms were demon proof,but he seemed to be a exception now,so no calling Crowley either.

Turning around the library doors open and I duck behind one of the many shelves. "Welcome to my nightmare!~" He said with a chuckle that bounced from every wall. Dean knocked down books and destroyed anything in his way while he looked around. Crawling on the ground I go to leave when the sound of something whooshing in the arm made me drop like a bag of rocks. The axe meet the shelf and I gazed at the red illuminated face of my brother eyes now black and demented. Laughter bubbled out of his chest as he mumbled. "Carful dear wouldn't want to lose you head." Yanking the axe free many books tumbled down. Taking the kitchen knife in hand I slash his calf and go for his thigh when the knife is flung out of my hands. "You little bitch!!!" He hissed now holding the knife and showing it into my stomach. A silent cry came from my lips bot to give him the satisfaction of my screams just yet. I look up at him and just past his head where I couldn't normally reach was the handle of my blade peeking over the shelf.

I begin to giggle and it turns into fits of laughter. Black eyes flicker back to confused green ones. "What's so funny?" I catch my breath as I lean up slightly. "You picked the wrong place to corner me. Wanna play?" Grabbing his knee and pulling it buckled under him causing Dean to hit the shelf letting the blade fall freely. Reaching out I catch it "Let’s play." Stabbing upward into his stomach the same place the knife was lodged in my own stomach. He howled in pain as I removed the blade and ran keeping pressure on the knife wound as I turned corners just to get away. -'He played with your head play with his. The intercomes...a good distraction can lead him away and let you get the jump.'- I hurry to the intercoms not before making a pit stop.

Demon!Dean POV

I growl at the wound on my body the little shit stabbed me. This makes killing her so much easier then she can be just like me. Grabbing the axe I stomp through the bunker. "What a excellent day for an exorcism." Her voice sounded through the speakers now I know were she is. "Would you like that?" I said aloud with a grin. "Intensely." Y/n said trying to make her voice horse before the clipping sound of the intercom stopping rang out before being replaced with a creepy melody that always scared her. "There was a crooked man. He walked a crooked mile he had a crooked six pence upon a crooked stile." It went on with childish like tones until it got further in the song it was so god damn loud though. "The crooked man stepped forth and... rang the crooked bell and thus his crooked soul... spiraled into a crooked hell.Murdered his crooked family... and laughed a crooked laugh." My ear drums almost burst at the loud deep voiced scream ears still ringing I didn't register the blade being driving into my sholder flinging her back I turn around as she's running down the narrow hallway taking the axe with both hands throw it straight and the axe hit her almost dead center in the spine. The audio cut off after the song and I stood over her. Y/n had her face turned coughing up blood I definitely hit her lung. "Thanks for catching it for me." I smile as I heavily put my foot on the small of her back pulling the axe out. She screamed out it was mildly gurgle from the blood. Turning her over my little sisters eyes shined with unshed tears. "Oh,no tears,please. It's a waste of good suffering." I said with a small whipping the few that slipped by she whimpered Sam's name and I grew frustrated. Lifting the axe again. "Looks like you couldn't make the cut,N/n. Just another extra that stuck around for too long." Dropping the axe down it went into her chest the creaking of her collar bone and sternum were whispers compared to the blood curdling cry. They soon died out as her skin paled and her breathing stopped she'llmake a strong demon. "See you soon." Taking the axe out I begin to drag her body.

The lights in the bunker cut back on meaning Sammy was home. Having placed her perfectly in the chair I was tied to I wait until he finds her standing next to the door. "Y/n?! Y/n!?" He yelled most likely having gone to her room rushing the the dungeon his heavy foot steps abruptly stopped. "Oh God! Y/n come on!" The moose of a man rushed in the room cradling her face in his hand. "You were too late, Sammy. She called your name before she went,but I guess five missed calls wasn't enough for you to rush home. N/n fought for so long waiting it out just for you to never show." I said closing the door as he turned to me standing infront of her corpse. "You didn't make things easy on her. I mean you took all the weapons and put the only thing to defend herself on the top shelf...like keeping the cookie jar way from a child. In some way you killed her before I could." Lifting the demon blade that had his own blood on it. I stalked towards him cornering him in the room. "Sure you won't give me a good chase,but woah she wore me out." Holding the blade to his throat when a gun shot fired and a sting hit my arm causing me to drop the knife.

Y/n stood colt in her left hand the axe keeping her up in her left. "Demons always so sure that what's dead is dead and can't be undead. Ever heard of a pulse jackass. " so distracted that she was alive Sam was able to restrain and she held a handful of bags of blood. "Let's get this over with." She bagan to inject me and I felt myself become mire human and I started thrashing hard. With the last vile in hand she looked into my eyes. "You should be dead." I hissed as she pushed the needle in. "Sorry. I'm into survival."

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A/n This is the last one in round one of the Spnquotebingo and I ended with a dozen quotes.

Title: "Prime Time,Bitch!" Nightmare on Elm Street 3: Dream Warriors

"Here's Johnny!" -The shinning

"Would you like to play a game?" - Saw

"...be afraid. Be very afraid"- The fly

"Welcome to my nightmare."- Nightmare on Elm Street

"..lose your head." Alice in Wonderland

"Wanna play?"- Child's Play

"What a excellent day for an exorcism...Would you like that?....Intensely." - The Exorcist

"There was a crooked man. He walked a crooked mile he had a crooked six pence upon a crooked stile." It went on with childish like tones until it got further in the song it was so god damn loud though. "The crooked man stepped forth and... rang the crooked bell and thus his crooked soul... spiraled into a crooked hell.Murdered his crooked family... and laughed a crooked laugh." - The Conjuring 2

"Oh,no tears,please. It's a waste of good suffering." - Hellraiser

"See you soon." - Coraline

"She called your name before she went,but I guess..." -Hadestown

"...what's dead is dead and can not me undead." -Jacksepticeye (DBD playthrough)

"I'm into survival." ‐Nightmare on Elm Street

[topazy]

Silent bloom

Pairing: Finn Collins/reader

Warnings: Mentions of smut, suicide.

Chapter: 1.04

You wake up to the sound of nearby voices chattering.

The sudden feeling of a hand brushing strands of hair out of your voice caused you to open your eyes.

Finn smiled down at you, "hey."

"Hi." You cleared your throat before sitting up. "What’s going on?"

"Take it easy, Daze," Finn said, frowning. You didn’t listen and felt a sharp pain from sitting upright. "I told you to take it easy."

"Because you’re always right?" You snapped. Letting out a deep sigh, you noticed Finn was still smiling. "Sorry... I’m just surprised to be waking up."

Finn moved the chair he was sitting in closer to you. "Do you remember what happened?" He asked, giving you a sympathetic look.

"Wells," you sobbed. "Charlotte... killed him. I tried to save him, but I couldn’t. She asked me not to tell anyone... Then everything went fussy. I’m guessing Charlotte got caught?" Finn nodded. "Good. She deserved to be punished."

"Bellamy found you outside. He went looking for you after he noticed you had never returned to camp." The information Finn shared took you aback. You didn’t think Bellamy would have noticed? Or cared. "I’m so sorry for everything that’s happened since we arrived down here. I have not been a great friend."

"It’s fine, I’ve been a little bratty. And for the record, I didn’t sleep with Murphy." You watched Finn’s face turn white. "You look like you’ve seen a ghost."

"While you were out, a few things transpired. Murphy was accused of murdering Wells and trying to kill you."

"What?" Sure, you had pissed Murphy off when you kicked him down the ladder, but you didn’t think he would have physically hurt you. "What happened?"

"Some others thought we should punish him for his crimes and decided to float him."

You could feel the tears building up. This wasn’t right, none of it was right. "But you stopped them? Clarke and Bellamy run this place. They wouldn’t have let that happen."

“Bellamy... he’s the one that kicked the crate out from underneath Murphy. We cut him down and Charlotte confessed to her crime, then Murphy tried to hunt her down. He held a knife to Clarke’s throat, so Charlotte jumped off a cliff. She killed herself, so we all stopped fighting."

"Or from guilt." You frowned, not having any sympathy for the young girl. "I know she was just a kid, but what she did was wrong. Anyway, what happened to Murphy? What rock has he crawled under?"

Finn’s brown eyes bore into yours. "We banished him. Bellamy almost beat him to death, so Clarke banished him as an alternative."

"Oh, I see." You didn’t like the way his face seemed to light up when he spoke about the blonde. Sure, she likely saved your life, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t be jealous.

"Can I ask you something?" He asked in a low voice.

"Yeah, anything." You answered while letting him caress your face with his hand.

"What happened to your eye?"

You pulled away from him. "Anything but that, I don’t want to talk about it. Ever.”

Finn opened his mouth to say something, but paused when Octavia entered the room.

"Beat it, spacewalker," Octavia said playfully. "I haven’t spoken to my only friend in days."

"Hey!" Jasper protested, entering the room behind her.

"Only girlfriend, there’s a difference!" The younger Blake said defensively.

You stopped paying attention to your friends, jokingly arguing as you stared at Finn. The more you looked, the more tired and deflated he looked. Your former best friend excused himself and left.

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An hour later, it was just Octavia who was sitting by your side. Monty had come by to say hello, then went back to trying to contact the ark, and Jasper left when his stomach rumbled.

"I honestly can’t believe how much I’ve missed. I’m almost resentful." You laughed.

Octavia shoved your elbow with hers. "I’m jealous of how much sleep you got. But seriously, don’t ever get stabbed again. You made me worried."

You smiled, "I’ll try."

Octavia’s smile softened, "What went on with Finn?"

"Nothing." You shrugged at the skeptical look she was giving you. "He filled me in on what happened, but that was it.

"Did you guys date or something on the Ark? Because he screams clingy boyfriend."

You pout. "No, we never dated. We were good friends... but that stopped when he got arrested. And what do you mean by clingy?"

Octavia rolled her eyes. "He refused to leave, apart from the whole Murphy Charlotte thing. He listened to some dumb thing Clarke said about infection and wouldn’t let anyone get to close to you. Hell, he kept kicking Bell out."

Bellamy came to visit you? "I woke up to Finn brushing my hair out of my face."

Your comment caused Octavia to let out a loud laugh. You couldn’t help but join in. You laughed until it physically hurt your stomach. causing Clarke to come in and scorn you both in case the vibrations burst your stitches.

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"You should go back to camp, it isn’t safe out here."

You glared at him. "I am aware of that Finn, but somebody needs to keep you out of trouble."

Scoffing, he attempted to storm away, but you stepped in front of him. You followed Finn into a bunker after he left the camp. With your stomach still in pain, you were slower than him. When you arrived at the bunker, you found Finn trashing it.

"Move."

"No. I’m not going anywhere and neither are you. If you go out there, the Grounders will find you and kill you!" You yelled in frustration.

Finn looked down at you, "I didn’t think you’d care if I died."

"What?" You asked hurt. "Of course I care, you stupid idiot! It’s you who stopped caring!"

Finn’s face was now a shade of red you’d never seen before. "What? I’ve always cared about you! I wouldn’t have sneaked out to be with you if I didn’t love you. I wouldn’t have shared my rations with you, I wouldn’t have covered for you, or missed you when you weren’t there if I didn’t care about you. Fuck Daze, all I wanted to do was be with you. We were best friends!"

"Then why did you choose her over me?"

"I didn’t." He answered in a softer voice.

"Yes, you did." You said as tears rolled down your face. "Finn, you got locked up for Raven."

Finn shook his head. "What was I supposed to do? Let her get floated? I would much rather be locked up for a few years than have Raven's death on me."

Oh. You didn’t realize Raven would have been floated? She never mentioned it on the ark. "I’m sorry, I understand you did it for someone you love. I was just angry I’d lost you, and I got jealous of how much you cared about her."

Finn pressed his forehead against your own. "I love you Daze, and for the record, I would have taken the blame for you. And I still do."

Finn pressed a soft kiss against your forehead, before kissing your nose. You looked up at him, lips parted slightly, knowing what you wanted. You wanted Finn to kiss you.

Cupping your cheeks, Finn leaned down and pressed his lips against yours. The feeling of electricity shot through your body. Finn reluctantly pulled back.

"I’m sorry, I should have asked first."

You wrapped your arms around his neck and tugged him down to you. The kiss was rougher, and more intense. Your lips only parted, so you could both catch your breath.

Finn had a look of hunger in his eyes, like a lion about to pounce on his prey. If you went any further, it would change your already fragile relationship. Maybe he didn’t want this? You were about to ask Finn what he was thinking when he kissed you again.

You pulled at his hair, deepening the kiss as you pushed Finn’s jacket off before throwing it across the room. Following your lead, he started to undress you. Pulling away from him, so he could lift your top over your head. Finn suddenly froze when you stopped down to your bra.

"Is something wrong?" You asked, confused.

He reached his hand out and held the object sitting above your bra. "You still wear it?"

You placed your own finger against the necklace. It was a small Daisy. Finn had made it out of metal and put it on a chain. It was a present for your twelfth birthday. "Yeah, I’ve never stopped."

Now Finn looked teary-eyed. "I really thought you hated me."

"I could never hate you. You’re my best friend." You said before leaning forward and kissing him again.

You quickly shimmed out of your jeans and underwear, as Finn did the same. He kissed your neck as one of his hands toyed with your bare breast. The coldness of his skin against yours caused goosebumps to appear. His other hand moved down your stomach and hips, stopping at the most sensitive area.

Finn kissed you once more before leaning back. "Are you sure you want this? It’s okay if you don’t."

You smiled at him. "I do. I want you, Finn. All of you."

With that, Finn began rubbing his thumb against your sensitive bundle of nerves, before inserting a finger. You let out a low moan as Finn started nipping and sucking at your neck. It would probably leave a mark, but you didn’t care. They would fade.

His lips brush against your ear. "Ready?"

You managed to moan out a ‘yes’ as Finn removed his fingers to line himself up. You gave him a reassuring nod. In one swift movement, he entered you.

At first, Finn was slow, then his thrust became faster as you found a rhythm. Moving his thumb across your sensitive area once more, you quickly found your release.

"Fuck." Finn’s movements began to become sloppier as he chased his own orgasm.

You hear Finn moaning your name as he comes, before rolling off you in a panting, swearing mess. He turned and looked at you, a smile spreading across his face, all of his earlier anger now gone. He pulls you closer, so your head is on his chest. "You are amazing, Daze."

"You’re not so bad yourself, Finnegan."

He chuckled at the nickname, his heart beating steadily against your ear. "I wish we could stay like this here."

You laughed at his comment. "We would drive each other crazy."

He squeezed you tighter. "I’m here. We will find something to keep us occupied."

You smiled at him. Feeling the tiredness taking over, you closed your eyes and fell asleep with Finn brushing your hair. Enjoying the rare moment of bliss.

Season one

[dumbbitchenergy17]

I’m Sorry (Part 4)

Summary- You are Michael’s vessel as you are Dean’s kid and letting him use you instead of your dad.

Dean x Daughter!Reader

Word count- 3862

Masterlist

It was an abandoned church people were hanging from chains, some crying others passed out from their wounds one man slowly bleeds in a goblet bound to a chair. Footsteps approach Michael healing a cut on the man bleeding Michael takes the goblet that is now full of blood and nods approvingly.

“A little of this… a little of that.” He pours some angel grace in and swirls it as it dissolves, “and," Michael forces the man’s mouth open and pours the blood down his throat. 

“Yes, good boy.” The man begins to choke and gasp before the vessel burns out. 

Michael frowns, “Hmm. Too much ‘that’. How disappointing.” He grabs the corpse and drags him over to a pile. All failed attempts bodies piled up with burned-out eyes and blood pouring from it. Looking over the line of people in chains he spins his knife

“Alright. Who’s next?”

In the bunker, Mary and Bobby look over weapons “Who goes to Duluth in October. Sure Michael didn’t touch down in Orlando?” Bobby says check over a handgun

Mary looks over at him “Jo was pretty specific. Duluth.”

Bobby sighs ”Yeah, well, angels ain’t exactly known for their veracity.” Mary clears her throat and looks behind Bobby, as Cas enters “No offense.” 

Cas nods ”None taken. I tend to agree with you.” Mary clicks the barrel back in handing it over to Sam who sits with his laptop. “Here you go.”

Sam nods scrolling through the police reports “Thanks” Footsteps cause every to look over at who entered and it was Dean holding a beer

“Hey Dean how are you.” Mary greets him everyone walking on eggshells.

“I’m fine do we have anything.” Dean sits across from Sam taking a sip.

“Uh yeah, so I’ve been searching through police reports in Duluth. Cops just turned up a pile of corpses that was dumped near some train tracks just north of town and their eyes were burnt out.” Sam explains tilting the screen toward everyone else.

“So Michael. We should go now.” Sam glanced over at Cas 

“No. This isn’t just Michael we’re talking about.” 

“It’s Y/n,” Dean stated

Sam nodded “Yeah. Cas, you know why you can’t come with us, right?”

Cas looked down upset he couldn’t help “My angelic presence would be sensed by Michael, thereby nullifying your hopes of a sneak attack.”

Sam gave him a pity smile “Yeah, sorry.”

“And, you need me to stay here and babysit Nick and Jack.” Cas frowns putting his hands in his coat.

“It’s not babysitting, Cas,” Dean responded sipping his beer.

Cas look over at Dean and frowned “Only in the sense that they’re not infants, but they both have to be supervised. Jack is lost without his grace, Nick is...he’s just a mess.”

“Well, it-it’s not his fault. Cas, Nick was housing, you know. He-he deserves a shot at rebuilding his life.” Sam defended Nick even though he did house Lucifer. 

“And yet every time I look at him, all I can see is the supreme agent of evil.” Cas retorted but frowns seeing Jack walk in feeling bad talking about a touchy-subject

“You’re talking about my dad again? Look, I understand. Being around Nick...it’s hard for me, too.” Jack says

Mary comes over placing a hand on his shoulder “Uh, Jack, we’re going to need you to sit this mission out. Not a permanent thing.” Jack nods

“I know last time, I sucked when it mattered, and I need to improve. So...that’s what I’m gonna do.” Sam stands up grabbing his gun

“Alright. Okay.” Sam looks over his family and rests on his brother who nods in return

“Let’s move.” When they arrived at the station they were taking into the morgue where multiple people laid on tables.

“These are just some of the victims. More are in the hall, a couple in a storeroom,” The coroner grimaced “we don’t usually see this kind of action in Duluth.”

Mary glanced over the other bodies “The injuries all pretty uniform?” The Coroner nodded handing Mary over a clipboard 

”Yep. The boys upstairs think maybe we’re looking at a spree killer.”

“If they were DOA, you have an ETA on TOD? Any sample DFA?” Bobby questioned, Sam quickly clears his throat, “DNA.”

The woman glanced at him and shook her head. “Uh, frankly we don’t even know the precise cause of death. I mean, there were the neck wounds of course, but there was also considerable internal trauma, so-” her phone goes off “Excuse me.” She gives a smile walking out.

“Yeah. Sure,” Dean nods and looking over at Bobby “DFA.” he smirked

“I’ve been fighting a friggin’ apocalypse for 15 years, my, FBI might be a little rusty.” Bobby countered.

Mary grabbed gloves “Let’s give them a quick once-over, see what they missed.” The brothers and Bobby pulled on gloves as well each going over to a body studying it.

“Angel kills for sure, and not grunts,” Bobby look at the distinctive burned eyes, “We’re talking 5-star smitings.”

“Knife slits in the throat, but it doesn’t appear they bled out.” Dean pointed out leaning the head back pointing to the scar.

“He kept these people alive for a while.” Mary said looking at the others Sam opens the mouth of one of the corpses 

“Maybe these people aren’t people. Looking at a vamp.” He presses against the gums fangs popping out.

“Same here.” Bobby said, “Me too.” Mary added.

“Why milk ‘em if he’s just gonna smite ‘em?” Bobby questioned. Dean glance at Sam “And why is an archangel hunting vampires in the first place?”

Sam went over to the Coroner’s office and knocked on the doorframe “Sorry. Excuse me. Um, did anyone come to claim or identify these bodies?”

The women nodded “Oh, yeah. A young lady. Said she heard about the killings on the morning news, thought she might know one of the victims.”

Dean leaned forward “And?”

She shook her head “She didn’t. Then she disappeared, never even gave us her last name.” Sam glances outside to the parking lot 

“Huh. Do you happen to have surveillance cameras outside?”

Back at the bunker, Jack is seated at the table in the main hall reading when Cas enters. “Looks like about...two centuries of biblical lore. Light reading.”

Jack looked up at the angel ”I’m researching how long it takes archangel grace to replenish.”

Cas sits next to Jack “Well, archangels being exceedingly rare, the data on that is woefully scant.” Jack points at a section “The books say it can take from a month to-”

“A century,” Cas cuts him off, “Yeah. Complicating factor being your human component, which slows the process,” He pauses, “Jack, um...mourning what you’ve lost...it’s wasteful. Might be smarter to focus on what you still have.”

“You don’t understand what I’m going through.” Jack frowned feeling dejected. 

Cas placed his hand on Jack’s shoulder “Yes, I do - a little. At the time of the Great Fall, when angels were banished from heaven, I lost what I thought was everything. I had no grace, I had no wings. I felt hopeless and useless.”

Jack looked up at the man he sees as a father-figure “What did you have left?” 

“Well, uh...well, I had Sam, Dean, and Y/n. But I had something else that was extremely helpful. I had myself. Just the basic me, as, uh...as Dean would say, without all the bells and whistles. You know, Sam and Dean, they weren’t born with their expertise. They’ve been at it since they were children. Failing, winning, developing over the years. And Dean had no idea how to raise a kid and Y/n is one of the smartest, bravest, human I have ever met. Patience, persistence - those are skills too. The past, where you come from, that’s important, but it is not as important as the future and where you’re going.” Cas explained thinking of all the times the brothers and he has gone through hell and back and helping Dean raising a child was one of the greatest accomplishments in his time on earth.

In a hotel, Michael looks at himself in the mirror smoothing out the wrinkles in the suit fixing the buttons. His reflection in the mirror changes from Michael to the Winchester daughter

“Get...Out.” She breathed out angrily.

“I don’t think so.” Michael smiles staring back at the girl in the mirror

“You can’t.” She cried

The archangel grins “Oh, but I can. Because see,” Michael punches the mirror, and Y/n is gone he smirks smoothing out his vessel’s hair,

“I own you. So hang on, and enjoy the ride.”

In a cheap apartment in Duluth, a young woman lies in her bed but is interrupted by pounding on the door.

“Yes?” She calls out.

“Lydia Crawford, this is the FBI. Open up.” Sam call out Lydia looks terrified and tries running for the window while Sam keeps pounding on the door

“Open up!” Sam yells again. Dean breaks down the door and rushes in gun drawn with Sam right behind him, with Mary and Bobby following.

“Hey! Stop!” Dean yelled.

“Get away from me!” She cries trying to put as much distance between her and the Winchesters.

“Don’t move. We know who you are. We know you went to the morgue.” Sam threatened his gun pointed at her.

“We saw your license plate on the security cams and pulled your address. You should’ve ditched the car when you first got turned. Made this way too easy.” Bobby commented Lydia look at the four of them

”You’re not FBI. You’re hunters.”

“That’s right.” Dean nodded and begins to pull out a knife

”I haven’t done anything wrong!” Lydia exclaimed.

“No, vampires never do.” Bobby replied sarcastically

“My nest, we - we fed on animal blood,” Sam paused and lowering his gun and Dean lowered the knife, “We lived quiet lives, until...until she came.” Lydia explained still shaken from the incident.

“She? She who?” Sam asked

Lydia shook her head “I don’t know her name, but...she was strong. She tied all of us up and one by one she’d take blood from us. I couldn’t see what she was doing, exactly, but every time there would be this explosion, and my friends would be dead. When she was coming for me, a couple of the others tried to att- tried to attack her. I was able to get away, but...they didn’t make it.” She started tearing up at the memory.

“Why was she killing you? Did she say?” Sam questioned

“I don’t think she meant to. It-it’s just that...things seemed to go wrong. She wasn’t killing, it was like...it was like she was experimenting.” Lydia said 

“Experimenting? What for?” Dean asked Lydia frowned

“That’s - that’s all I know.”

“Okay,” Bobby nods grabbing his own blade, and advances to Lydia, “Nice chattin’ with ya.”

Lydia presses herself further into the wall holding her hands up ”Wait! Wait! I-I don’t know what she wanted, I-I don’t know who she was, but I do know where she is. If - if you let me go.” Dean and Sam look at each other having a silent conversation.

The door opens in and in walks Michael and a woman.

“Thank you. Oooh, Very elegant. But then, so are you. I didn’t expect you to be interested in this side of the spectrum.” She giggles

Michael chuckled leading her into the room “Yeah… Thanks for showing me around,” He uncorks some wine and pours them both a glass, “I didn’t realize there was so much going on in...where are we again?”

“Duluth.” She answered taking a sip of her wine.

Michael nodded “Of course. Nothing like where I’m from.”

The woman hummed “What’s it like in your hometown?”

“Hmm. Empty. Windswept. Dead bodies lying around.” Michael shrugged taking a sip of his drink. 

She chuckled “You’re so funny. What a nice surprise, meeting you. I bet you were wondering what I was doing, all by myself in that bar tonight.”

Michael smirked “I’m pretty sure I know exactly what you were doing in that bar tonight.”

The woman smiled setting her glass down “Oh, Michael. I am so not that girl.” she walked closer to Michael

“But you really are, aren’t you?” The woman wrapped her arms arounds around her neck

“You’re terrible.” She sighed. His vessel smiled showing off a dazzling smile

“You have no idea.” The woman giggled moving her face closer to the young Winchester and her eyes flash green and her teeth come out ready to bite what should have been an unsuspected victim. Michael grabs her by the throat as his vessel’s eyes glow blue.

“Did you honestly think I didn’t know what you are?” Michael lifts her off the floor choking her as she trashes in his arms, “You think you picked me? I picked you.” Michael throws her across the room and turns over to take a sip of wine and turns back to her still on the floor.

“Now, summon your master.”

Still in Michael’s room he hands a glass to a man seated next to the woman from earlier.

“You first.” The man points to his glass.

“One hundred-year-old cognac. Strong notes of vanilla and apricot,” He takes a sip, “and zero notes of silver.” The man also drinks “I appreciate you accepting my invitation.” Michael crosses one of his knees over the other.

“Yes, well, the ever-tactful Melanie,” he nods over to the woman, “thought a refusal might be unwise. She thinks you’re a god.” 

Both of them chuckle “An archangel with a decent vessel. But close.”

The man nods “And I’m the leader of a werewolf pack. Why on earth would an archangel care about us? About me?”

Michael smiles swirling his drink “I admire you. Eating on the run, surviving, despite being stalked by those venal humans, who think of you as nothing but vermin.”

The man leaned forward “My pack has survived and prospered for centuries, despite the humans.”

“Yes, well, I’m new to town, and from my perspective, the real monsters of this world, the ones that cheat, cover, lay waste to this planet, are the humans. Who made them top dog? Pardon the pun.” Michael explained taking a drink of the cognac.

“God, I suppose.” He questioned

“God who? Between us, Phillipe, God’s on permanent vacation. Gone fishing. Demons and angels don’t seem to be much of a factor here, so, I’m in charge.” Michael smiled leaning back in the couch

“And what do you want from me?” The man we know as Phillipe asks.

“You and your kind, you are who you are. You kill, but not for sport, for trophies - to live. There’s a purity in that. Isn’t it time you had your due?” Michael explained waving his hand towards Phillipe.

Phillipe frowned confused “Our due?”

“There are ways to enhance your - let’s call them ‘talents’.” Michael points out. 

“And these ways are..” Phillipe waves his hand hoping he would explain.

“Fully tested. There were some misfires early, I will admit to that. But I have cracked the code.” Michael explains clapping his hands together.

“And now what? Do you propose we wage a way on the humans, keeping only as many of them alive as we need for slave labor and a steady food supply?” Phillipe laughs “Because I love that world, but believe me, it’s an absurd dream.” 

Michael smirks “Is it? Why be the hunt-'ed’, when you can be the hunt-'er’, hmm?” He smiles watching his plan slowly come together.

After Sam and the others had left with the information on Michael, Lydia rushed around her apartment frantically packing her stuff to leave. The sound of someone appearing and as she turns to grab another handful Michael is sitting at her table.

“Lydia..” Michael singsong. She freezes the items in her hands falling.

“I didn’t!”  Lydia defended

“Of course you did.” He laughed at her attempt to lie. “The hunters,” Michael stands up, “Why do you think I dumped your brothers and sisters in plain sight? Why do you think I let you escape?” He points at her watching her face fall.

“You let me escape?” She whimpered

“Rule number one: you can’t have a trap without bait,” He smirks walking past her, “That brings us to rule number two, which says once the trap has been sprung, you don’t need the bait anymore.” Michael’s eyes glow blue and Lydia scream as she is burned out. Her body hits the ground and Michael turns looking at it before leaving.

Back in the bunker Jack turns the corners of one of the halls with Cas following him

“Jack, what were you thinking. Taking that kind of risk?” Cas scolded him

“It wasn’t a risk.” Jack disagreed

“To-to go out there alone?” Cas sputtered “Jack, you have been on the radar of every angel and demon and power broker in creation since the day you were born and I’m sorry, but you’re not exactly yourself.” Cas followed Jack as they entered the war room and Jack turned around

“Weak and defenseless, you mean.” He stated

“I mean that the possibility of capture is real, yes.” Cas explained

“I heard what you were saying, Cas, about me finding out where I came from. I never knew my mother. I thought the next best thing might be for me to meet the only real family that I have left.” Jack confessed

“That is not-” Cas visibly reins in his frustration, “Well, did it help?” Cas sighed and Jack nodded “And you didn’t tell them who you were, did you?” Cas questioned

“Of course not.” Jack deadpanned “I...wanted to. I wanted to tell them I was their grandson. They thought I actually kinda looked like her?” Cas nods in agreement Jack smiles but it fades as he sits against the steps to the library, “I...couldn’t tell them that she died. They just love her so much. I know I should have.”

”What you did you did from a place of kindness. I suppose there are worse ways to be human than to be kind.” Cas reassured the Nephilim sitting across from him

“Have you heard from Sam and Dean? Did they find Michael?” Jack asked 

“Yeah, they think so.” He nodded

“So they’re going to try to kill him?” Jack stated Cas shook his head

“Uh, no. No, the plan is to subdue him using angel cuffs and spellwork. They have to get Michael out of Y/n.”

“And if he doesn’t leave?” Jack noted

“Then they’ll try to drive him out.” Cas responded.

“And if that doesn’t work?” Jack said getting upset

“Jack-” Cas started

“Cas, Michael has to be stopped.” Jack cuts him off

“I know, and he will be - after Y/n is-” Cas tries to reason with him

“No, Y/n doesn’t matter” shot Jack, “You’re all so focused on trying to save Y/n and I get it, I understand, but - if she can’t be saved, if it comes down to her or Michael - Michael has to be stopped. Caged, or killed-”

“And if that means that Y/n dies too?” Cas shouts

“Then Y/n dies.” Jack snaps, “I know this Michael. I’ve seen what he’s done to an entire world, and so have you. If stopping that from happening here means that Y/n has to die, then…” Jack and Cas both start at each other, “Do you think she’d want it any other way?” Jack stands up and walks away leaving Cas there with a choice.

Back in Duluth Sam, Dean, Mary, and Bobby enter the abandoned church Lydia told them.

“You think vamp-girl was lyin’ about Michael hanging out here?” Bobby asked looking around the place.

“Not sure why she would. I mean she has every reason to want him dead.” Dean states aiming his flashlight over in some dark corners

“She wasn’t lying about the slaughter happening here,” Mary called out her flashlight pointing to a stain on the floor, “whole lot of dried blood on the floor.” 

Sam walked further into the church “Why was he killing them? And what does she mean by ‘experimenting’?” He questioned.

Bobby shrugged “Don’t look like he’s here.” The stained glass windows shatter sending glass flying as werewolves break through them. “Werewolves!” Bobby yells and is then tackled by one.

Sam fires his gun at one coming towards Dean and it has no effect. “Silver bullets aren’t working! Nothing’s working!” He yells. 

Dean punches one of the werewolves “Son of a bitch!” Dean yells and is tackled by another and smashed into a bean. Mary is struggling against another as they both fall to the ground. A werewolves tries to go for Sam but he grabs his machete and decapitates one

“Well, that works.” Bobby yells and is punched by a werewolf. Dean pushes the one of him grabbing his machete and chops one of the heads off, Mary stabs the werewolf with one of her knifes but it has no effect and is shoved to the ground. Mary grab the small hatchet and began to chop at the werewolf before is falls to the ground. Bobby is pushed to the ground and before he is attacked Mary throws the hatchet into the werewolf’s back and Bobby decapitates it. Mary hears growling and turns and sees another werewolf but Dean decapitates it just as Sam kills the last one.

“Is everybody okay? Anyone get bit?” Sam pants out

“No.” Mary replies.

“I’m okay.” Bobby answers all of them grouping up again

“What the hell kind of werewolves were those?” Dean asked wiping the blood of his blade.

“Silver didn’t touch them.” Mary added Sam sighed all of them out of breath from these new monsters. A loud bang causes everyone to look towards the door as it opens revealing Michael, backlit in red light.

“Oh god.” Mary breathes out He slowly walks towards them raising his hand. Which she uses to grab a post and staggers into the light breathing heavily removing her cap as she does.

“Dad. It’s me.” You breathe out your voice shaking. Dean stares back at you tearing up. Dean rushes towards you as you knees give out and helps you sit down. Sam is sitting next to you with Dean in front of you.

“Y/n is it really you?” Dean asked looking over you

“Yeah, it’s really me.” You answer your hands are shaking trying to understand what was going on.

“Are-are you okay?” Sam questioned

“No, I’m not okay!” You yelled putting your face in your hands. Dean placed his hand on your knee making you look up at him.

“But you got Michael to leave.” Dean tried to reassure you that everything was ok.

But you shook your head. “No, I-I don’t...I didn’t.” You stated.

“What?” Bobby questioned looking at the younger Winchester. 

You look at your dad in fear, “He just - he just left.”

Dean squeezed your hands “Why?”

“I don’t know…” You shuddered, “I don’t know.”

[pretend-writer]

Down Below (Chapter 58)

Summary: After being sent down on Earth with the other prisoners from the Ark, Y/N Reyes faces series of events and learns about survival. With new things happening around her, she is now starting a new chapter in her life.

Pairing: Bellamy Blake x reader, Raven Reyes x sister!reader

Word Count: 2570 words

Warning: swearing, mention of killing and death

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Walking back to my tent, I sat down in the corner with my hands over my head. I wanted to cry and scream from frustration but I couldn’t. I had to be strong for Wonkru, for Octavia.

It was never intended to start an argument with Bellamy. He just didn’t understand the Wonkru way and how we handled things in our clan. We are one and if we are not Wonkru, we are the enemy. It has been and it will always be this way.

A light sting on my arm caused me to slap myself, thinking that it was perhaps a fly or a mosquito biting me. Instead the sting turned into a sharp pain, it felt as though something was crawling in my veins.

Instantly, I screamed as loud as I can. The pain was unbearable and it was escalating every second. Bellamy and Clarke barged in, saw me on the ground as they tried to identify what was wrong with me.

‘Get it out! It’s in my arm!’ I yelled, holding onto my arm while Clarke and Bellamy helped me up on a chair.

‘I see it, it’s crawling in her skin.’ Clarke quickly went in her bag and tied my upper arm, trying to keep the parasite from going anywhere else. ‘What the hell is that thing?’

Bellamy held onto my hand, 'I’m here Y/N. Don’t worry okay?’

Octavia walked in with Indra, 'I heard screams. What’s going on?’

'Clarke, get this thing out please!’

'It’s going to hurt, Y/N.’ She said before cutting my arm. The pain was nowhere near as bad as the parasite in me, I also just wanted this over with.

'Got it!’ Clarke shouted as she grabbed onto the parasite in my skin. She immediately pulled it out and stuck it in a jar.

Breathing heavily, I wiped the tears off of my face. Bellamy looked at me, 'Are you okay?’

'I feel like I’m going to pass out but other than that, peachy.’

'Where did it come from?’ Indra asked.

Mumbling, I answered. 'I was sitting on the ground and it just happened. I barely saw it but I guess I wasn’t paying attention.’

'It sounds like it came from the sands.’ Clarke sounded worried. 'Octavia, we have to retreat. Now. We don’t know how many other worms are out here.’

'Bellamy, this is Monty.’ The radio crackled as it started ringing. 'Diyoza is about to launch a missile.’

Whilst holding my hand for support and comfort, he answered the radio with the other hand. 'Missile?’

'They’re in the sky right now and they have eyes on you guys. You have to move, now.’

'Wonkru does not retreat, we cannot go anywhere.’ Octavia approached Bellamy.

'Octavia, your friend is hurt. For all we know this worm could’ve laid eggs in Y/N. We need a safe place and observe her.’

I shook my head, 'I’m fine. Besides, going back to the ruins of Polis isn’t safe. The sandstorm is that way.’

'The venom is still inside you, you’re in no condition to walk or go anywhere.’ Clarke said as she wrapped my arm with bandages she brought from her back pack.

'Clarke, I said I’m fine. Wonkru needs this valley and we’re going to take it away from them.’ I quickly stood up, but I probably got up too fast because I felt as though I was going to faint any second.

I started feeling light headed and my vision went blurry. Bellamy held on to me as I failed to keep balance. 'Reyes, are you okay?’

'Yeah.’ I mumbled, trying to process the path I’m trying to take to get out of the tent.

'You are not fine, Y/N. Please just sit back down and rest.’ Indra placed her hand on my shoulder.

'We can’t rest, we have to-’ before I was able to finish my sentence, my vision went from blurry to pitch black.

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My eyes shot open and I quickly got up, scared; the scenery was different but it was somewhere that I was too familiar with.

'Skafaiya is awake!’ Wonkru warrior who was standing beside me shouted.

'Y/N!’ Octavia rushed towards me. She sat on a chair next to the bed and flashed a smile,  'You’re okay.’

'I think I am okay. I’m just really confused, what’s going on?’ I asked her as she helped me sit up. ‘Why are we back in the bunker?’

Octavia looked around and sighed, ‘It doesn’t matter, okay? What matters is we’re Wonkru and we have each other’s backs. Now once you’re good to go we’re going to go for Shallow Valley. I need you in this.’

‘Of course. Me and you, always.’

‘Are you feeling okay?’ I heard Clarke’s voice from behind. I turn around and lightly smile at her. ‘Here, let me re-bandage your arm.’

I looked at Clarke as she took out the dirty bandage from my arm, 'Why are you being nice to me? After everything?’

'That was six years ago, I don’t see the point of holding that grudge.’ She cleaned my wound as she applied new bandages. 'I would understand if you’re still mad but I’m over it.’

'Ah. Well, thank you.’ I nodded, getting up from the bed. 'And no, I’m not mad at you anymore.’

So many things have happened since Clarke nearly shot me in the head, I almost even forgot that it ever happened.

Sitting on the bed while my legs dangled down to the side, I watched Clarke putting her medication supplies back into the bag. Thinking that this might be the chance to walk away before she stops me, I quickly exited out.

Laughters were heard through the hallways of the bunker, one glance made me realize it was two people I wouldn’t even thought would talk to each other.

'She’s awake.’ Echo was leaning against the wall with her arms crossed. 'How are you feeling? I heard you fainted.’

Eyeing Bellamy, I raised my brows. The last time I saw Echo and Bellamy together, he was practically tearing her head off. 'Is this one of your Spacekru family members? How nice.’

'You know, Bellamy saved my life.’ Echo murmured. 'Also, I wanted to thank you. I actually really wanted to for a long time.’

'What for?’

'You had every right to take the suit from me during Praimfaya but you didn’t. You, Clarke and Monty were the only ones who didn’t want me dead.’

Flashing back to that day, I relived the time where I thought I was really going to die. 'And yet here you are with Bellamy, laughing as if we’re not at war.’

Echo bit her lip but before she spoke, Bellamy butted in. 'Why are you acting like this?’

'Acting like that?’

'Just give her a chance, you need to get to know her.’

'I don’t “need” to do anything but save my people.’

Bellamy nodded. 'Well, Echo and I have grown to be good friends actually, so I thought it would be nice if my girlfriend took a little time to get to know her.’

Looking at both of them, I tried analyzing the situation. I couldn’t grasp why Bellamy would be okay being best friends with her.

There were countless times where she tried to kill his sister, even almost killed me. She even tried to kill some of us back in Mount Weather where Gina, Bellamy’s ex girlfriend was killed.

'I’m sorry to burst your bubbles but I’m actually busy trying to save my people and my sister, if she even is alive.’ I squeezed between them to continue walking down the hallway.

'You know, I miss you Y/N.’ Bellamy shouted across the hallway.

As I sighed, I turned around. 'You’re looking at her.’

'No, I’m looking at Skafaiya. Not Y/N Reyes.’

'You might be right.’ I spoke one last time before I walked away.

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'What is this?’ I said as I leaned on the desk, listening to Diyoza’s announcement that Miller had on the radio.

'While you were resting, things got a little bit interesting.’ Miller sighed.

Octavia got off her chair, walking around the office room in the bunker. 'Diyoza decided she’s going to try to help some of our people by luring them with food to get them on her side. She’s coming back to get the people who want to join her in a couple of hours.’

'I don’t believe that she’s willingly doing this on her own.’ I rolled my eyes, knowing exactly who came up with this plan.

'Kane, those are Kane’s words.’ Octavia agreed. 'We need to make sure we have guards around the ruins, no Wonkru is going with her.’

'Are you serious, O?’ Bellamy cut in. ’ We have to worry about getting everyone to the valley, not trying to find enemies within our people. We’re wasting time.’

Octavia took a deep breath, 'I’m trying to prevent traitors since we have enough of those. Besides, last time I checked Diyoza has our every move from the ship. How are we going to sneak into the valley?’

'I actually have an idea that could work.’ Monty took a step in, showing the radio to us. 'All I need is a computer and then some-’

'Hey, no offense but explaining it won’t help us understand at all.’ Clarke stopped Monty.

He coughed, 'Sorry. Uhm, basically I should be able to blind Diyoza. I just need few materials.’

'Miller, you help Monty. Once everything is in the go, come to me.’ Octavia stomped out of the room.

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Sitting alone in an empty room, I stared at the computer Monty set up to watch Diyoza’s moves. The door flung open behind me, 'Hey.’

Realizing Bellamy’s voice, I just gave him a nod. 'Surprise you’re talking to me.’

'We can’t ignore each other, Reyes. I mean we’re together so we’re going to have to figure things out.’

'Okay, talk.’

He exhaled with his hands on his hip and while he was looking at me. I felt judgement in his eyes, it was so obvious. 'You know Octavia banished Echo?’

'What does this have to do with our relationship?’

'The reason why we have so many issues is because the way you and Octavia have been acting. I get it, you guys are leading Wonkru but things are getting out of hand.’

Raising my eyebrows, I huffed. 'You don’t know what you’re talking about.’

'Oh, really now? Octavia is banishing Echo because of what happened six years ago. Six years, Reyes. On top of that, she sent her to Diyoza’s ship to get Monty’s system working.’

'Ah, is that why the computer doesn’t seem activated? We needed an inside man to go to Diyoza’s ship?’

'Y/N!’ Bellamy raised his voice, 'Your friend, my sister ordered Cooper to shoot the defectors that fleed into Diyoza’s ship. She shot her people that wanted food and protection.’

Scratching my head, I held in my anger. 'All I’m hearing is that Octavia had Echo sent away like she was supposed to. With that, she’s making herself useful by helping Wonkru blind Diyoza to take the Valley. Octavia then punished the traitors, the enemy of Wonkru. Sounds like a great plan.’

'I’m telling you this because I love you, okay?’ Bellamy sat next to me, 'Rememeber when I killed over 300 grounders while I was under Pike? You constantly told me it wasn’t right and I didn’t believe you.’

'You and Pike killed innocent people while we’re executing traitors from our clan. We’re preventing chaos.’

'That’s what we thought too, Y/N.’ He placed his hand on mine, 'I really believed Pike was making a difference for our people. I was blinded and forgot all my morals, you helped me realize that.’

I stood up, pacing the room back and forth. 'Blake, you really don’t know what you’re saying. So stop.’

'No, I won’t stop because I know who you really are Reyes. Out of all of us, you were the only one that didn’t judge Lincoln for being Trikru. You’re the only person who understood right from wrong. It was you that always stuck us together all these years.’

'And now I’m helping Octavia with Wonkru.’ I took a step towards him. 'So unless you’re here to talk about our relationship, we’re ending this discussion about how we’re handling Wonkru.’

'Do you care about me? At all Y/N?’ Bellamy’s change of subject threw me off a bit, I didn’t understand why he even asked.

Of course I cared about him, there was never a day that I didn’t ever since we first kissed. It was a bit upsetting that he would even had to ask that question.

'Why is that relevant?’

'Because everyone is questioning you and Octavia. They think you guys are a threat. People are saying I’m wrong to be on your side.’

'What do you think? You think you’re on the wrong side?’ I held my breath, scared of the response I was going to get from him.

He shrugged, 'I don’t know. You’re making it really hard to be on your side. I want to, I really do. I’m already angry at Octavia for shooting the defectors and now I’m scared what you’re capable of as well.’

'Well, you’re either on my side or not.’ I starred right in his eyes sternly. This wasn’t the matter of whether or not who was right or wrong. I had to test Bellamy’s loyalty.

'I can’t choose, Y/N.’

'Choose!’ I shouted, holding in the tears I wanted to shed but I couldn’t. All these years, I never showed weakness because I was the strong one.

Bellamy just stood there, watching me as I looked right back at him. He shook his head, 'I’m not choosing.’

'Just admit that you’re against Wonkru. All the other warriors that died in the fighting pit did.’ I chuckled, 'Even Marcus said it straight to my face.’

'I love you, Reyes. I can’t agree with what you’re doing but I do love you.’

'Funny, Marcus said the same exact words. Look where we are now.’ I couldn’t handle this discussion anymore, I just wanted to leave the room.

'Don’t do that. Don’t try to push me away.’

Slamming the table, I showed frustration. 'I don’t push anyone away, they leave me! Everyone I cared about left me!’

'I’m not going anywhere, Y/N. I told you that!’ He looked at me with passion, he even seemed quite angry.

'Oh really? You want to bet?’ I laughed devilishly. 'I’ve killed down at the bunker with my bare hands, Blake. I got my hands dirty just like Cooper is doing right now.’

'You’re lying.’

I shook my head. 'I held the gun and pulled the trigger, right in their heads. Before all the fighting pit happened, it was all me. I was the killer everyone feared. Hell, the pit was my idea.’

Bellamy’s eyes were finally filled with tears, I was able to tell that he was holding all of it in. His hands were slightly shaking but I don’t blame him, I knew I was scary. All the Wonkru warriors made it very clear while we were stuck in the bunker.

'Reyes…’ Bellamy mumbled, watching me fall apart into Skafaiya that I’ve turned into over the years.

'You’re right about one thing though. That I’m not Y/N anymore.’ I huffed, 'She’s dead because I killed her too.’

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Her dress is the color of the sunset when it’s warm and bright and paints the world that pretty orange-gold. It goes well with her hair, her freckles, her eyes, her smile, and Six likes how light it all makes her feel. It’s not like Benny, not like House. She laughs and giggles and they walk arm in arm down the lit up streets. Six thinks about how Ronnie was in love once and wonders if it felt like this.

Cause she thinks she feels it, thinks she gets it. If love is a color maybe it’s orange. The dress catches the light in a way -- from orange to yellow to gold, and it’s better than any sunset, she thinks. She wants to tell Ronnie, too, but the butterflies in her stomach fly into her throat and she doesn’t know how to rightly say it yet. There will be time later.

There’s an... what’s the term? An Ellie Fant in the room. Six doesn’t know who that is or why her presence is so big, but she’s here and it is. Ellie is one they’ve both been happy to ignore. There were dresses to buy, drinks to be had. There was music and dancing and pretending like things were alright for a day. There was soft hair to rest their cheeks against, and the teasing of fingertips at calloused knuckles and sheepish glances that were safe from wry comments.

They paint the town red like Jane likes to say. They out-party the NCR troopers, watch people come and go and give them all a story which is usually the opposite of how Six likes to daydream. This is fun too, though -- to have a face and to wonder about all that is behind it. The sun is still waiting for its debut, but the horizon is turning a pretty light purple, and Six thinks that would be a pretty color on Veronica Santangelo, too.

Robert House is livid, still so livid, but Six still has run of the Lucky 38. Probably as an incentive. Probably because he knows she’ll go through with what he demands. Not on his terms, she thinks, Not when I’ve learned from Benny and fooled the Legion. Not when I could talk a dying man out of his last drop of water.

Her plan will work. It has to work. They sneak quietly down the hall in case any of their other companions are spending the night in their rooms. No doubt though their exaggerated whispers and giggling are louder than they think. Nobody bothers them all the same. Six turns the radio in her suite on, and Veronica looks around like she’s never been in here before even though she has.

Six loves that -- she does it too sometimes. One time they found a whole mess of old world coins in the couch cushions. Another time they found a time capsule of old world treasures hidden under a mattress. It’s fun to explore the places people haven’t gotten to in ages. Their party could keep going, but Ellie Fant is here and waiting, her arms crossed and Veronica is sick of her presence, too.

“Have you decided?” She asks with a conviction in her voice that Six is immediately aware that she’s practiced, “About what House said, I mean... you’re not going through with it, are you?”

Pretty brown eyes are staring her down. Six replies with a smile, though it’s demure. The Brotherhood’s got her all kinds of conflicted. She can’t imagine how much worse it is for Veronica.

“I don’t wanna kill your family, Ronnie. Family’s all we got out here.” That seems to put her at ease, “But Mr. House ain’t willin’ to listen to me. I tried. I’m thinkin’... I could talk to some caravans, get ‘em set up for supplies... There’s a whole mess of space between here and Tucson.”

Ronnie picks it up, and her appeasement shifts into a cold realization. Six bites her lip, gives her the best helpless look she can muster. Ronnie doesn’t bite.

“That’s not an option,” Veronica replies with a very pointed frown. There isn’t anymore happiness in her face even though it hasn’t been anything but fun this evening. Six sighs. Ronnie insists, “That bunker is our home, Six. It’s hard enough when we get sent out for supply runs under cover. Nobody’s going to help supply an entire chapter of the Brotherhood.”

That makes Six shake her head -- she has favors she can call in, but it’s time for a new approach, “Mr. House won’t listen to reason -- your Elder might, Ronnie. Maybe this is the push they need to adapt.”

“By making them homeless? By taking away the one place we can hide from the NCR, the Legion? By making them all open targets?”

“Better than all dead without a fightin’ chance,” And maybe those are the wrong words. Six takes a breath, “I wanna help you Ronnie, I do... but Mr. House, he --”

“Saved your life, I know. You know what else I know? That you’ve done whatever you had to do with that weird little poker chip he’s so obsessed with. You did your job. He might have saved your life, but why can’t you live it for yourself?”

'Cause she loves him is why. 'Cause she believes in him. Six keeps her mouth shut. She loves Veronica, too, misses the wrinkle in her nose when she laughs. Veronica continues.

“So what?” She fishes, and Six fidgets. Six can hear Benny tutting from whatever hole he’s crawled into, “You want my permission to... to banish the Brotherhood from the Mojave? Because your boss is a megalomaniac dictator?”

Elder McNamara is so much better, Six wants to say, Most the folks down there don’t like your attitude Ronnie, that’s another. Neither are kind, so she opts to say neither at all.

“Autocrat,” Six argues, steeled and frustrated and suddenly stone cold sober. Veronica can’t even look at her right now, “What he can do for the Mojave Ronnie... it’s a hell of a lot more than livin’ underground and hoardin’ weapons you don’t trust people with like you deserve the authority of who gets to have ‘em. It’s resource guardin’, it’s not safe, it’s --”

“Shut up,” Veronica mutters, “just... shut the fuck up.”

Six swallows. Bites her lip so hard she thinks it’s gonna bruise, and takes ten deep breaths. Veronica doesn’t say anything else. Six takes that as permission to speak again, “...I’m gonna get a drink, okay?” Veronica doesn’t answer. She’ll take it as permission, “...I’ll figure somethin’ out, alright? I promise. Nobody’s gotta die.”

Still, nothing. Six hesitates, a small step backwards before finally peeling her eyes away from that pretty orange dress and the woman wearing it. She moves to the kitchen. The medic in her knows water is what’s good. The hedonist in her reaches for a Sunset Sarsaparilla instead. the cap gets popped off and she takes a sip. The vice tastes good, but it’s not enough to make her smile. She’s gotta rethink her plan now.

The sounds of a pneumatic gauntlet rev up behind her. Six knows she can either turn around or duck, and she chooses to duck. Veronica cracks the door of the fridge so deep Six can feel the cold slipping through the crack where the door doesn’t line up right anymore.

“Ronnie --” Six gasps, turning around to see her winding her fist back up. Punches -- the gift that keeps on giving, “Ron, please, hang on. Please, don’t --”

“Shut. Up!” Ronnie screams, and Six is so afraid that someone who isn’t either of them can hear the shouting and the sounds of combat, “I won’t let you.”

The second swing comes, and Six feels it hit her hair just barely as she somersaults out of the way across broken glass and spilled soda and scrambles to her feet. The tiles on the floor shatter. She’s got a silenced .22 under her dress and it shouts at her in Benny’s voice -- never go into a casino unarmed, pussycat. You really fucked this one up, didn’t you?

“Please,” Six begs, and she can only turn around before Veronica tackles her, pins her down. Six kicks, tries to scramble backwards, tries to beg to get Veronica to listen. Veronica grabs her shoulder and sits on her, her gauntlet reeling back. Six struggles more as the first punch lands. She tastes iron, feels the hot sting of skin split open above her left eye. Veronica pulls her fist back and she paints the room red. Her grip loosens just a touch and Six isn’t sure when the gun made it to her hand, but it’s there and she pulls the trigger. Later she finds out it’s right through her heart.

“Don’t --” Veronica Santangelo says, and it’s her last word. There are a million things on her face. She looks... scared. Shocked. Confused. Scared. Scared, scared, so scared. Six gasps, and before Veronica falls on top of her entirely she pushes the still warm corpse to fall beside her instead, rolling away to rest her head against cool tile, and she closes her eyes. Just for a second, she thinks, but when she opens them again Boone is here and so is Victor. The sun is out and pretty shades of yellow and orange shine through the windows.

“Don’t touch her,” Six snaps, her head aching from the hangover. She spits blood out of her mouth.

“We’re just wantin’ to help you clean up a bit, Sugar,” the robot says, very placating, and when Six rolls over she sees he’s holding the body of Veronica Santangelo like a baby. Courier Six screams bloody murder. Boone helps her up. Walks her to the bathroom. Six can’t stop screaming.

She doesn’t know where Victor’s taken her as the sniper cleans her wounds. She never bothers to ask. She doesn’t know when she stops screaming, doesn’t know why she can’t cry instead -- probably because Boone is staring her down behind his aviators and she’s pretty sure she knows just how he’s watching her.

She blames the Brotherhood and slips on her vault suit. Blames them as she goes into Ronnie’s room to slip her scribe robes on top of her outfit. Six blames them as she walks to the Hidden Valley and slips in with the utmost care to be a shadow on the wall. This is a family and they know their people. The disguise doesn’t work if she stops, so Six doesn’t stop. Her head is down and she blames every single person in here for being so rigid, so stuck in their ideals.

It’s their fault that Veronica became disillusioned with them. It’s their fault they are not willing to bend. It’s their fault they are ruined. She sprints out of the Bunker as the sirens go off, throwing the caution and stealth she had been using to the wind along with the burlap hood and robes. The ground rumbles, and she can’t blame them anymore.

It’s not their fault. It never was.

It’s hers.

[the-abominable-hulk]

jack kline having two older siblings -- kevin tran and claire novak [like, im bringing kevin back to l i f e because the writers are always doing him wrong] and they sneak out at night and the tree of them sleep in a shared treehouse together sometimes and and and they'll have a really nice car [i'll probably take one from the fast and furious movies]

I can 100000% get behind them being siblings! (Also sorry I didn’t get to this yesterday, but I had many thoughts and wanted to actually take the time to write them out skdjsk)

• Kevin lives before this by banishing Gadreel instead of Gadreel killing him. Because he deserved better than that!! They really did do him so dirty ://

• Once things settled down with the tablets Kevin had a lot more freedom, so he probably travels between the bunker, and his mom’s home. Taking turns staying at both. (He would go on a few hunts with the Winchester’s at one point + be completely useless and end up staying at the bunker and helping from there instead but that’s not of import for the Jack + Kevin + Claire headcanons).

• The first time he meets Jack it would be before Castiel returned. I like the idea of Jack chilling in the library or war room watching some sy-fy movie that he found on Netflix or Sam recommended and Kevin just welcomes himself like usual

• The Winchester’s are much too self involved and probably didn’t bother telling Kevin that Jack had been born, even though he knew that Lucifer was having a son and that was terrifying to him.

• ”Hello. I’m Jack”

“Lucifer’s son?!”

Kevin internally: “you can’t just ask people if they’re the son of Satan. C’mon man”

• Kevin’s lowkey terrified at first considers leaving then and there, but ends up staying and is fairly distant from Jack.

• but then Kevin hears the way Sam seems to truly believe in him. Sees first hand that Jack is truly terrified of being like his father, and that makes the kid a lot more likable

• plus maybe Kevin found seeing Jack struggle to tie his shoes before he got his Velcro’s to be endearing. He seemed more like a kid than evil.

• The first time they actually talk is in the kitchen while Jack is eating cookie crunch at like,,, 3am

• it’s canon that Jack doesn’t require much sleep + I headcanon that Kevin has major sleep troubles after everything with the tablets, so maybe they make midnight snacking/movies a thing they do together on the regular?? And that’s when they really start to bond?

• and Jack learns to cling onto anyone who doesn’t seem to immediately hate him because of how quickly Dean made his mind up about him

• Also I like the idea that Sam does try to like tutor Jack on some school stuff like math/reading/history etc so he has a better understanding of the knowledge if it ever does become necessary, but a lot of the times he just,,, doesn’t have the time to. And Kevin would really pick up the slack and probably teach Jack what he could

• By the time that Jack met Claire I imagine that Castiel would be back

• At first I imagine things between them would be really strained— or at the very least from Claire’s end it would be

• Seeing Castiel father someone else (because he’s possessing Jimmy’s vessel) MUST be painful af

• She probably takes her anger about the situation out on Jack to an extent despite it not being his fault

• Jack’s upset thinking that there’s something wrong with him/she doesn’t like him when that’s really not the case

• Castiel probably has to explain to Jack why she’s upset, and Jack takes it a lot less personal after that

• Insert Claire & Castiel heart to heart as well about how Cas cares immensely about her & that she should try to go easier on Jack

• She offers Jack a 3 musketeers as a peace offering and Jack is ECSTATIC that things seem to be going better

• they still have their moments of being tense/Claire struggling with it but for the most part things are in the right direction

• it takes awhile for things with Jack & Claire to get to a good place, but I could see them texting one another fairly often and not seeing each other in person much at first— maybe they facetime? Claire teaches Jack about memes— he says “OK Boomer” to Dean because she told him to it’s DEVASTATING for Dean— Sam and Kevin would be SO ENTERTAINED— If Castiel is there he’s confused as to what it means/why Dean seems angry

• Also Jack and Claire??? Mlm wlw solidarity (bc Jack is gay and no one can take that headcanon from me— like he’s not really interested in anyone but I love the idea of him having a fairly innocent crush on some guy he meets and wanting to hold his hand yknow?)

• When Kevin and Claire first meet they’re both kind of indifferent/tolerate each other because of Jack

• Kevin would lowkey feel left out because Claire and Jack are both like Castiel’s adopted kid to an extent

• Claire lowkey feels left out because Kevin and Jack already seem fairly close

• so it’s just,,,, kind of awkward at first Bc theyre not trying to do this high school jealousy bullshit because they’re adults (even though at moments they are kind of still childish because they can be with one another and that ability was ripped from them so early)

• Kevin and Claire eventually would probably be able to bond about having a normal life at one point only to have it ripped away from them

• they’re both v snarky at times, and probably bicker about EVERYTHING— because of the way they bicker sometimes people comment about Claire and Kevin being like an old married couple/a good possible couple and they’re both DISGUSTED IMMEDIATELY when they hear that

• Claire has always considered herself the “cool” person and is lost as to how to she ended up being so close to these nerds— like she has an existential crisis while watching Kevin and Jack bicker about Star Wars (which she actually does enjoy once she watches)

• The three of them are really protective of one another— specifically Kevin and Claire over Jack because he’s the youngest, and most often in serious danger— but he’s just as protective over them and Kevin & Claire are protective over each other a lot too

• Everyone around them is so PLEASED they get along like they do because they all had their childhoods ripped from them and deserve some sort of friendship/happiness

•They also probably have a group chat that they text each other on constantly when they can’t see each other in person

• Claire and Kevin’s favorite pastime is to playfully make fun of Sam & Dean— Jack is confused at first but learns that it’s all in good fun quickly

• also something I want to add is that while Castiel doesn’t view Kevin his kid the same way he views Claire and Jack

• Castiel feels protective of him because Kevin’s a prophet of the lord. It was heavens job to protect him and they failed MISERABLY. So now he takes it as his personal duty

• and tbh I could see Castiel in time especially when he sees how close he is to Jack and Claire feeling a more fatherly protection over him too (Bc I love dadstiel)

Okay so for the treehouse what were you thinking??

Like did you imagine like,,, they build one or they find an abandoned one somewhere or Jack sees a treehouse on TV and decides he wants one so he snaps his fingers and suddenly he creates one or??? I like the idea of a treehouse and I’d love to hear more of what you had in mind for that!!!

[dontshootmespence]

Inner Peace

Summary: There is never a dull moment in the life of the Winchesters, but when you and Sam have two seconds to breathe, can you sneak in a little alone time?

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 1,274

Warnings: Impala sex, riding, all the touching, slight fluff and angst with smut blanketing the whole lovely thing, some funnies, fairly generic sexy times, Sam’s massive cock, you know, the usual!

A/N: For those of you 18 and over! This fulfills my “impala sex” square for @spnkinkbingo. Set in episode 13.19, Funeralia, with some details changed slightly to fit my idea.

After banishing the Mark of Cain, settling the worst case of sibling rivalry in existence between Chuck and Amara, and Sam and Dean’s mother coming back from the dead after 30 years, one would think the group deserved a break, but apparently not. 

“Why don’t Cas and I go to the gallery where Elizabeth died and the two of you can go lore crazy, or whatever it is you nerds do,” Dean said exasperatedly, desperate for a break from the ongoing madness that was their lives. 

“Fine,” you huffed, sick of being foisted upon the lore despite your love of books and not stop pursuit of supernatural knowledge, “But you two take Cas’ car, we get Baby.”

If Sam had suggested it, he would’ve laughed it off, but as the woman who was keeping his brother at least somewhat happy and free from drowning in his own misery, he tended to give in to you. “You’ve got me over a barrel and you know it.”

“I do,” you laughed. “We’ll meet you back at the bunker later. Keep us updated.”

                                                              -----

The ride back to the bunker was mainly filled with silence until some random chick appeared in the back seat forcing you and Sam off the road. Apparently, her name was Jessica, a reaper sent by Billie to keep on eye on them. Once she explained that people were dying before their times and that they could call on her for assistance if need be, she disappeared, leaving you and Sam to finally return to the bunker.

As Sam pulled Baby into the garage and cut the engine, he took a deep breath, brows furrowed in sudden anxiety. “You okay, babe?” You asked, stepping out of the car. 

“I’m just...tired,” he replied, combing his fingers through his hair. “We need a break. We...we deserve a break, don’t we?”

Nodding, you walked around the car and wrapped your arms around his waist, leaning into his muscled chest and just allowing yourself to be, if only for a moment. “We should get going,” you said after a moment. 

When you moved, Sam pulled you back, desperate for more than just the slight reprieve. “Just another minute, please.” His voice cracked ever so slightly and it broke your heart. 

One moment slid into the next as you breathed each other in and shut the rest of the world out. You all needed a vacation, but you wanted to take Sam away to a far off island and distract him from all the bullshit. Tipping your head upward, you dragged your lips against the stubble on his jawline. With all the running around, he’s barely had a chance to shower, eat and sleep, no less shave, but you don’t mind. The coarseness sends a shiver down your spine, causing you to arch into the fullness of his body in a search of some sort of inner peace. Maybe if he’ll let you, you can forget for a few moments.

“We should really get inside,” he said, voice straining as his cock pushed against the confines of his jeans. 

You ran your palm down his chest and underneath his shirt, playing at the hemline of his jeans, teasing as your fingers danced around his leather belt. “Maybe we should, but maybe we deserve two seconds of a break...Sam, let me help you forget for a minute.”

Testing your boundaries, you begin to undo his belt. He fought his desire for a moment longer before giving in, cupping your face in his hands and opening your mouth with the intensity of his soft lips. 

Without care for the crappy fluorescent lights of the bunker’s garage or the slight tang of your sweat-slick skin, you push Sam back against Baby’s frame and slip your hand underneath his boxers, slowly palming at his length until he’s putty in your hands. “Y/N, we...”

“Shhh, love. Just let go and let me take care of you.” You step back and pull your shirt up over your head, tossing it into the front seat before opening the back door and crawling inside.

Eyes glazed and mind dazed, Sam followed behind and pulled the doors closed  before gathering you into his lap. You grind down in desperation, not realizing just how much you need this too, the friction and the material between you becoming almost unbearable. 

Sam smashes his lips against yours, devouring your taste as you shimmy his jeans down and push them around his ankles. His length pulses in your hand as you tease the head, lubing him up with a mix of spit and pre-come. 

A guttural moan leaves his lips as you slid down onto his length, watching him as he watches himself disappear inside of you. He palms your breasts, roughened hands scratching deliciously across your nipples, finally allowing himself the moment’s reprieve you both deserve. 

Breaths become heavy when you grind down onto him, his thumb resting gently against your clit so that with each circle of your hips an electric pulse of pleasure snakes its way up your body. 

Sam dips his head down and takes a nipple into his mouth, wrapping it in the silkiness of his tongue, so warm, so wet. “God, baby, I’ve missed you.”

You haven’t been apart for weeks, but you know exactly what he means. This kind of intimacy tends to slip away during times like these. “I’m here, baby. Let go. Fuck me.”

He wraps his enormous hands around your hips and holds you down, thrusting his cock into your pussy in a desperate search for solace. He closed his eyes and pulled your head into the crook of his neck, keeping up a steady pace until he was crying out and you were shaking in his arms. You kissed the sweat off his skin and tightened your walls around him, shaking as hot spurts of come coated your insides. “Sam-”

“I love you,” he whispered, resting his forehead against yours as he softened inside you. A small smile emerged after what seemed likes weeks away. “Thank you for that. I think I needed that.”

“I think we both did.” You removed yourself from his lap and slide to his side, curling in underneath his arm. “Let’s just stay here for a few more minutes. Then we can go lore crazy.”

In the silence, you both nearly fell asleep until you heard someone exclaim from outside the car. “What the fuck?!”

“Dean?” You called out, rolling down the window with a sheepish smile. “Didn’t think you’d be back so soon.”

“What the hell is going on?” 

“Do I need to give you the birds and the bees talk Dean? I know it can be a little complicated.”

Cas looked over the car and turned to Dean. “It appears they’ve pulled a Titanic.”

Snickering, you closed the window and put on enough clothes that you wouldn’t be flashing your basically brother-in-law and your friendly neighborhood seraph. 

Sam let loose a laugh much needed when he heard Dean and Cas bickering outside the car. “Metatron downloading every single pop culture reference into your brain is literally the worst thing that’s ever happened to me!”

As you slid out of the car, you tapped his shoulder. “No, I think the worst thing is the knowledge that Sam’s bare ass has been on your back seat.”

Dean did what felt like a quintuple take between the back seat and the two of you running away. You’d both get it from him for a little while but Cas couldn’t help but join you in laughter. It was hard to come by these days.

[kittenshift-17]

66. I won't let you get hurt. Would you please write something for the 100 for King Roan and Clarke

“What the hell are you doing?” Clarke hissed when Roan yanked her behind a tree, boxing her in with his arms, his much larger body caging hers and making her feel claustrophobic. He stood so close that their pelvises touched, and she could smell the musky scent of him. After the day they’d had, the rusty stink of blood mingled with earth, gunpower, and sweat wasn’t a surprise to her; though she was surprised that the scent didn’t offend her nose so much as it appealed to her.

“I won’t let you get hurt, Wanheda,” Roan muttered, his voice by her ear as an arrow whizzed by them in the fading afternoon light. “Run that way after he fires the next arrow. Go between those two pines and around the rock. Watch the ground-trap on the middle of the deer path under the moss, next to the blackberry shrub.”

He tilted his jaw to her right before peeking around the tree without looking at her as though her proximity had no effect on him. Clarke wondered if maybe it didn’t. She hadn’t seen the appeal of a man - any man - since she’d been forced to murder Finn. When Roan first taken her prisoner so long ago in the Trading Post, she’d sensed he was attracted to her, but she’d been so into Lexa and Niylah at the time, maybe Roan had dismissed her as only preferring girls, instead of being fluid either way. It wouldn’t be the first time that’d happened to her since people learned of her and Lexa. Clarke was surprised, standing there pressed against him, to find herself attracted to a man once more.

Roan hissed, jerking back so quickly that his jaw knocked her temple before an arrow thunked into the bark of their tree.

“Go!” he growled, shoving her sideways and stepping out, his bow notched with an arrow that he let fire at their assailant. 

The wet thwack of the point into human flesh followed by a pained groan told her that Roan had hit his mark, but she didn’t turn back to look. Racing through the trees, she danced around the ground-trap he’d mentioned, accidentally knocking the edge hard enough to crumble it, but avoiding the stakes below before she kept running. Another arrow whistled past her, thunking into a tree while she weaved and Clarke skidded around the rock he’d spoken of with Roan on her heels. 

“That way,” he pointed to a trail through the forest - nothing more than a deer-track. “Until you hit the river.”

“What about you?” she asked when she’d run a few more steps and turned to find he hadn’t followed her. Instead he drew his knife and crouched behind the rock. 

Roan looked over his shoulder at her, that fierce expression on his scarred face that she grown so accustomed to since meeting him.

“Go!” he growled, eyes narrowed before their attacker rounded the rock, an arrow sticking out of his chest while he wheezed. 

Roan leaped at him immediately, fighting hard and Clarke frowned but turned and ran where he’d told her, wondering where she was supposed to go once she’d reached the river. He’d pushed her all day long as his fellow Grounders pursued them. Primfaya hadn’t been nearly as destructive to the human race as they’d been led to believe, and a number of the Grounders left outside who’d survived wanted Clarke’s head.  

They wanted Roan’s head too, thanks to his failed death at Luna’s hand. He’d survived, though how he’d done so, Clarke still didn’t know. She’d seen the wounds on his chest, stomach, and arms where Luna had cut him. How the Black Rain hadn’t melted his flesh - how the air of the Death Wave hadn’t choked his lungs, Clarke still didn’t know. She only knew that they were both alive, and Bellamy and Echo and all the others had rocketed into space while her mother and Marcus and Octavia had burrowed into the bunker, and they were left outside.

She looked back, wanting to help Roan; wanting to fight. She couldn’t, she knew. Climbing that tower to get her friends launched into space had nearly killed her and she was still blistered and probably disfigured after the Primfaya exposure. Roan wasn’t. He was only wounded from the conclave fights. She didn’t understand that either, since she had Nightblood and he didn’t. At the river, Clarke watched the fast running water race by over the rapids, and she glanced toward the skies. The sun was setting; the light failing, and soon they would be pitched into darkness where it would be that much easier for their pursuers to sneak up on them. Soon the night creatures that prowled – those that survived - would be hunting, too. 

Clarke waited impatiently, gasping and clutching her side where a stitch burned. She was weak, and she wasn’t sure how much further she could run.  Sitting down on a rock by the water, she tried to catch her breath and waited, hoping to hell Roan would win the skirmish. Honestly, she was so tired and so heartsore to have been left behind and locked outside that if Roan didn’t survive the fight, she didn’t imagine she’d be long out of her own grave.

“Wanheda,” Roan’s voice impeded as darkness fell completely while she waited and Clarke jerked around, seeing him limping out of the forest, a fresh cut on his cheek and new blood staining his hands.

“Oh, thank god,” Clarke sighed, wilting in exhaustion and relief. 

“Get up,” he said as he limped over. “It’s not much further.”

“Where are you taking me?” she asked, looking up at him as she struggled to her feet.

“Home,” he murmured, his voice so soft and the chatter of the river so loud that she almost missed it. 

She frowned, wondering if that meant the Ice Nation, or somewhere else; wondering if he’d ever truly had a home. Clarke hadn’t. It was a sad realisation, but it was the truth. The Ark had been both her home and her prison, and ever since they’d landed back on Earth, she’d been running and fighting and hiding, always on the move, never stopping in one place for long. She didn’t ask him where ‘home’ was. She was too tired to bother, and honestly, as long as she’d be able to rest when they got there, that’d be fine with her. Her body was working overtime to combat the radiation in the air, and she could tell it was straining Roan, too, but he didn’t complain. 

In silence, he led her along the river’s edge for almost a mile before reaching a spot where a large tree lay across a fast flowing, deep section of the channel. 

“Over you go,” he said. “Shuffle along on your arse if you have to.”

He limped out onto the trunk carefully before hissing when he tried to taking another limping step on his wounded leg and almost lost his balance. Before he could topple, Clarke was right behind him, clutching a wayward branch, her hand on his shoulder to steady him. He looked back in surprise, his brow furrowed.

“I won’t let you get hurt either,” she murmured by way of explanation when his confusion flickered across his features. “Go. I’ll follow.”

She nodded him across the log and he limped slowly, resorting to turning sideways and practically dragging his wounded leg behind him. Clarke frowned when she saw the dark stain of blood smearing across the wood as he did so. He was badly hurt then. Shit. She didn’t say anything, but when they were both safely across, Clarke caught Roan’s wrist, guiding his arm over her shoulders and relieving some of the pressure on his leg. 

“That way,” he said after a long minute of watching her face for some hint that she meant him ill. 

They shuffled into the trees, and though it was tough going, half a mile into the woods, they came across a rocky outcrop. 

“Inside,” he murmured, his voice low and pained by her ear as he led her up a very faint trail and to a door, roughly hewn - Clarke realised with surprise - from the same tree they’d used for a bridge.

“Home?” she asked when he pushed the door open.

It was a small cave, boasting a forgotten fireplace and a bedframe crafted from stripped pine saplings and tightly woven river reeds.

“Home,” Roan told her quietly. “Home, after they banished me. No one else knows where it is. No one comes here.”

“Why?” Clarke frowned, helping him to the edge of the bed and setting him down before moving toward the small woodpile in the corner and the woven basket of kindling beside it to begin building a fire to keep away the predators.

“I killed any who tried,” Roan admitted quietly. “And the beasts have free reign out here. This is no-man’s land between Kru territories. The big cats aren’t the only creatures calling this part of the world home, and most human who might find it don’t make it across the river.”

“Will the cats come prowling?” Clarke asked, worriedly.

“Probably,” Roan nodded. “Trailing fresh blood to the door will lure a few of them. Some of them know me, after all this time. You live alone in the wilderness long enough, you develop a respect for the wildlife, but they’ve developed a respect for me too. They don’t like my fire, and they know I’ll kill them if they don’t kill me.”

Clarke nodded, crossing back to the door he must’ve spent days cutting, closing it firmly and noting the barricades tucked into an alcove behind it to hold it firmly shut.

“What’s out there?” she asked. 

“Whatever escaped the zoos and survived from before the end of the world,” Roan shrugged. “Bears. Wolves. Lions. There’s a few tigers and some of the bigger primates. There’s a herd of elephants that passes through every year around this time, and there’s a couple of hippos that made their home down around the bend in the river. This corner of the world is where all the forgotten creatures come to carve out an existence.”

Clarke glanced up at him as she arranged the fire and got it smouldering, lighting up the blackness of the cave and illuminating that once upon a time Roan must’ve made quite the home for himself here. There were drying racks for meat and bundles of herbs hanging from the ceiling, furs piled on the bed, and all the tools for survival arranged around the large space, as needed. Weapons, baskets, storage containers.

“I suppose it’s been a while since you’ve been back?” she guessed.

“Not since I caught you,” he nodded. “Might still be some apples in the cache though. Over there, behind that fur. Go down the stairs.”

“Stairs?” Clarke frowned. 

“Take a knife,” he said. “Never know what might’ve found it’s way in here.”

Clarke frowned and nodded, pulling her knife from her belt and struggling across the cave and behind the hung bearskin. She was shocked to find stairs dug into the soil, compacted into hard mud and lined with stones to keep the shape. She followed them down into a cellar he must’ve dug himself, and even more items were stored therein. Piles of furs and salvaged things from blankets, tarps and ropes to what looked like an old kitchen sink; reeds, baskets of apples, sealed containers of dried meat. He was well stocked to survive in this place.

A few mice skittered away from her as she approached, but she located the apples and some jerky that looked alright before returning above. She found Roan had removed his boots and was in the process of wriggling out of his pants to get at the wound on his leg. His knife was stuck in the flames, heating, ready to cauterize whatever wound he’d endured. 

“Need a hand?” she asked, putting down the food items and shuffling closer. 

“I got it,” he said. “Eat. Rest. I know you’re tired, Wanheda.”

Clarke frowned. 

“I can help,” she said. “You got hurt protecting me.”

“I got hurt fighting,” he argued. “Don’t be a martyr.”

“You fought him for me. You specifically said you wouldn’t let me get hurt.” She frowned. 

“And I won’t,” he muttered, hissing and almost falling as he stepped out of his pants, revealing pale, hairy legs, strong and toned with hard muscle. One was sticky with blood from a gash on his upper thigh. It’d avoided the artery, but it was bleeding heavily just the same, a long, deep cut bitten into the meaty flesh. 

“Roan,” she frowned.

He ignored her, reaching for the knife he’d set in the flames and lifting it, ready to do what needed to be done. She noted that it wouldn’t be the only burn on his skin. He’d done this before, many times over. He hissed and a low groan escaped him when he pressed the red-hot blade to his skin. The sizzling of human hair and skin filled her ears, and the stink of it filled her nose, but Clarke didn’t look away. 

He sighed when the wound was cauterized, throwing down the blade and sitting heavily on the edge of the bed once more. Clarke offered him the apples and the jerky she’d brought up from below before carefully sitting down on the bed beside him. Silence reigned between them before he laughed humourlessly and bit into his apple, shaking his head. 

“What happens now?” she asked after they’d eaten. “My people are back in space, or all in a hole in the ground. From how much I’m still struggling with the radiation, even with Nightblood, they won’t be able to survive the surface for a while. How are you even surviving it?”

Clarke frowned as Roan rose from the bed, still barefoot and pantless, to feed a little more wood to the fire.

“I have no idea,” he shrugged his shoulders. “Might be the effect of that blood oath we swore. Might be my body and those of the other surviving Grounders has had longer to develop antibodies and mechanisms to better withstand radiation. We’re not all born with Nightblood, but we’ve been surviving the toxicity of the surface since clawing out way out of bunkers and other survival holes from the End. You live and breathe this shit long enough, you build up a tolerance, or you die. Skaikru didn’t have the chance up there.”

He pointed toward the ceiling and the sky beyond it before meeting her gaze across the flames. 

“We’re alive,” she said. “So what happens now? My people are gone. I don’t know how many of yours survived.”

“They all want my head,” he reminded her. “Want your head, too.”

“I noticed,” Clarke sighed. “So what are we going to do?”

Roan shrugged, looking around the cave like he couldn’t decide if he hated the place, or was happy to be back. 

“You remember when we were on our way to trying to develop a cure from Luna’s juis?” he asked. “In the car?”

“You asked what happens if we survive,” Clarke nodded. “If we just keep killing each other.”

Roan tipped his head to look at her, his blue eyes intense as they fixed upon her from across the fire. Clarke could decide if they gleamed with anger or sadness.

“Seems we do,” he said quietly. 

She sighed. “It seems so,” she agreed. “I just... I wanted so badly for everyone to just... get along. I thought if we could all survive, we’d find a way.”

“No,” Roan answered. “You said the difference between us was that I didn’t care who survived if my people didn’t win the conclave, while you only cared that people survived. Was that true?”

“Yes,” Clarke said solemnly. “I don’t know why it matters to me. Maybe it’s an effect of living on the Ark for so long; or because I was raised inside the important circles governing Skaikru aboard the Ark and their primary effort was always about the continued survival of the human race at all costs, but it’s what I hoped for. Many of my people made it into the bunker. Many of yours did too, it seems. Many from all thirteen clans, if those people back there who survived the death wave are to be believed. They all went in with the intent of surviving, even at the cost of the people outside.”

“The ones outside are angrier now,” Roan told her. “The ones outside want to kill the ones inside even more, now.”

“I know,” Clarke sighed. 

For a long time, only the sound of the fire crackling and spitting filled the air between them and Roan watched her in that way of his that always seemed to disarm her; to see right through all her bravado and all her bullshit, and Clarke looked back at him, wondering what in the hell they were supposed to do now.

“When you said that to me,” Roan said quietly, rising to his feet from where he’d crouched to feed the fire. “Something became clear to me.”

Clarke frowned, watching him round the fire and cross back to the bed. It wasn’t late enough for bed yet; not really, but he jerked him thumb to have her rise so he could pull back the furs and blankets piled on it before clambering into bed, stopping only to rip his shirt off over his head, leaving him in just underwear. 

“What?” she asked when he moved further across the large bed to make room for her so that she might climb in beside him, making no fuss about having her in his home or sharing his bed with her because there were no other options, and he was not a man who gave a damn about pretence when faced with cold hard facts.

“You were right,” Roan said quietly when Clarke shimmied out of her outer things, bloodstained and messy as they were. “I didn’t give a damn what happened to anyone else if Azgeda didn’t win. But I also realised... I didn’t really give a damn about Azgeda surviving, either. Luna’s speech was radical and complete bullshit, for the most part, but she was right that the killing had to stop; that it wouldn’t stop, as long as the clans survived.”

“You don’t think the killing would’ve stopped if only Azgeda had made it into that bunker?” she frowned at him. 

“I don’t think any two people can coexist without wanting to kill each other,” he replied. “Look at you and me. How many times have we wanted to kill each other?”

Clarke frowned, supposing he had a point. She’d never wanted to kill him, but she would be lying to say she had never conceived it and never attempted to do so.

“I hated this place, when they banished me,” he confessed quietly, rolling to his back and staring up at the ceiling of the cave. “I cursed it every night I went to sleep, and I cursed it again every time I woke up. I was obsessed with finding a way back to my people.”

Clarke listened quietly, surprised he would share so much when he’d proved, thus far, to be such a private man. 

“When I became the King of Azgeda... that first night, after they crowned me; after everything I’d done to get there; everything we’d done, to put me there.... I went to bed that night in that fucking tower, half a mile above the ground in a big feather bed with all the comforts and luxuries I could want. And all night long, I tossed and turned and wished I was here.”

Clarke reached out, putting her hand on his shoulder and offering silent comfort, unsure what to say in the face of his admission.

“Roan...” she began, though she had no idea how to continue. He cut her off before she could. 

“In Allie’s bunker, we spoke about it being a hard day... do you remember what you said?” he asked, turning his head back to look at her.

“They’re all hard,” Clarke whispered, nodding.

“They don’t have to be,” he told her. “When I was banished, living in this damn cave all alone, I thought the days were hard; made harder by my isolation and needing to do every damn thing myself just to survive. But after dealing with people; being in charge of people; being their King... I prefer this. It’s going to be a long time before your people inside that bunker can survive on the surface. Might be even longer while the remaining Krus try to figure their lives out now when all the important people are down there. But I don’t want any part of it, Clarke. I don’t want to be their king. I don’t care if they survive or how they survive or how the govern themselves. I don’t care if they fucking kill each other. I just want to live here in peace. I want to live well.”

Clarke frowned when he waited a moment, his eyes holding hers, before he rolled away, turning his back to her and revealing the scars, like wings, burned into his flesh. They glowed stark white compared to his tanned skin by the light of the fire, and Clarke was struck again by their beauty. 

“Goodnight, Wanheda,” he murmured, and Clarke sighed.

“Goodnight,” she whispered in reply, exhaustion claiming her.

She wondered if maybe he was right. Maybe their time was done. What the other survivors on the outside of the bunker did with their lives was up to them. She couldn’t deny that those days when she’d been on the run had been some of the easiest of her life; when she only had herself to please. Maybe she could have that again. Maybe this cave could be home for her, as it was home for Roan. Maybe she could just exist in peace, without worrying about everyone else for a change. 

Maybe, until that damn bunker opened again and she had to face her mother and Marcus and the others, once more... maybe until then she could learn how to live well, too. 

Read on here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25334275

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Are you still taking sensory prompts? If you are, how about 46 for Mads please?

The waver in a person’s voice when they’re stressed

Deacon x Madelyn Hardy (Agent Charmer) 

because one day I’ll write a fic where Deacon calls Mads by her actual freakin’ name right? 👀

1417 words (under a cut because I have no shame) | Ao3

Deacon could still see the smoke on the horizon as he stoodoutside the Old North Church, wispy plumes of grey floating up into the eveningsky as he stared Northbound. Bunker Hill—while the Railroad had beensuccessful in keeping the escaped synths alive and out of the Institute’shands, the battle was far from a walk in the park. No, it was more like a walkin a minefield, with a mass of teleporting Gen-1s and Coursers—oh—andthe Brotherhood of Steel. How they managed to find out about the battlewas beyond him, but it turned an already sticky situation nearly to disaster.

More Railroad agents were lost to both the Institute and theBrotherhood. While Bunker Hill had been saved, it was no longer a viablelocation for the Railroad. Worse yet, whatever undercover operation Charmer hadbeen working on within the Institute walls was no longer a possibility. She haddisappeared from the battlefield—out of Deacon’s sight—reappearing at Railroadheadquarters not too long afterward looking completely dejected. She didn’toffer much to Desdemona, only that she had been banished from the Institute andthat the Railroad’s in, was out.

Their only hope now was to work with the Minutemen—a groupCharmer had long been supportive of to begin with. More than that, she was theirGeneral for Christ’s sake. Desdemona more than encouraged it, seeing thealliance as the golden opportunity the Railroad needed to end the Instituteonce and for all. Then again, the boss was always good at seeing things bigpicture.

Perhaps selfishly, Deacon wasn’t happy—at least in themoment—and decided that the best thing to do was to quietly remove himself fromthe room before he said something stupid in front of Charmer. The last thing hewanted was to hurt her with mean-spirited words when she was already visiblyupset. No throwing a tantrum or dramatic words for this guy—boy, had hechanged—Des was bound to be suspicious, if she wasn’t already. It wasn’t untilhe was outside, defusing himself with a cigarette that he realized walking awaymaybe wasn’t the best idea either. Charmer didn’t deserve to beabandoned, not right now, when she was at her most vulnerable.

Jesus—he was a terrible boyfriend—lover—whatevertheywere.

He inhaled deeply, letting the gentle sting of nicotinesettle in his lungs for a few moments before breathing out. Charmer, if she wasthere, would rather he not smoke and so after one last huff he flickedthe stub to the ground, snubbing it out with the toe of his boot. Just in time,he noticed a familiar shade of blonde hair out the corner of his eye slinkingalong the church sidewalk. For once he allowed her to sneak up on him, turningslightly towards her so she knew he wasn’t completely blocking her out,despite his earlier exit.

“Hey,” she said, quietly, testing the waters.

Deacon was suddenly very nervous. All with one word—shetruly had him wrapped around her finger—but did she even know it? He nodded ather, reining in his emotions. “Hey.”

Charmer’s expression was difficult to read. Even after allthe time and emotional strife they had shared, she was a chameleon, soperfectly good at masking what was truly running through her mind. But hefocused on those stormy blue eyes, the same he had been steadily falling inlove with for months now. She was clearly troubled over the day’s events—moreso from her conversation with Shaun, than what transpired at Bunker Hill. Atleast, Deacon was guessing there was a conversation with her son, or at least adisagreement, or else they wouldn’t be here now.

“Are you okay?” she asked next, and there—subtly, hecould hear it in the tone of her voice. She was asking him the questionbut oh man—Deacon could’ve choked on the guilt he felt rising in hischest.

Charmer shouldn’t be the one checking up on him when she hadbeen the one doing the brunt of the emotional legwork for the Railroad.Institute infiltration? Zapped in and out without a clear indication of hersurvival? Running around Bunker Hill in a field of enemy soldiers and synths? Yeah.Comparatively, Deacon’s qualms were tiny. Minuscule. Practically nonexistent.Made him wonder why he was so resistant to helping the Minutemen in the firstplace. Weren’t they…on the same side?

“Woah now,” he started, reaching out his hands to rest onher shoulders, giving them an affectionate squeeze before shifting to brush afew fallen curls back behind her ear. His fingers lingered along her cheek andhe offered a small, sympathetic smile. “I should be asking you. Aftertoday—”

He stopped, hating the way the words sounded and decided to startover. Even Charmer seemed momentarily confused by his pause, blinking at himuntil he spoke, “Hey, I’m sorry for storming out.”

“Is that what you call storming out?” she questioned, theslightest glimmer of amusement returning to her features. “I would love to seewhat a full-blown Deacon-diva breakdown looks like.”

He smirked, threading his fingers through her hair in softlittle sweeps. “Shouting from the rooftop, extended monologues, broken glass…ohand nudity.”

Her eyebrows raised with a small smile as she hooked herarms gently around his waist. “Nudity works,” she paused, releasing a longsigh. “Today was…not how I wanted things to go.”

Deacon nodded, allowing her all the time she needed to workthrough what she wanted to say. Charmer’s brows furrowed, and she frowned. “Afterall the time I spent searching for my son, whatever I had hoped to find,whatever relationship I had hoped to build with him—all I have isdisappointment. The Institute—”

She broke off, eyes glazed over with tears that she blinkedaway. Her fingers twisted against the leather of his jacket as she shook herhead. “I can’t blame him for the circumstances. He’s still my son, I still lovehim, I always will. But I can’t stand by and let him destroy the Commonwealth.”

Charmer didn’t say anything else, just settled herselfagainst his chest as she hugged him, arms wrapping tightly around his middle.Deacon didn’t speak either and did what he could to comfort her in the momentand just held her, caressing her hair and running his hand down her back insoothing circles. Even if she was quiet about it, she was trembling in hisarms, clearly crying, her hands clenching the back of his jacket as she hid herface in his shoulder.

How long they stood there, he wasn’t certain, but Deacondidn’t move until she did, slowly peeling away to glance up at him with a shakysmile. “Ugh, I’ve got snot all over your shirt.”

He reached to push at his sunglasses, so they rested on hishead, snagging along his pompadour wig. Only Charmer got to see him like this, intheir private little moments, but more and more he felt like the action was becomingnatural. He softly chuckled at her half-hearted attempts to wipe at hischest, catching her hand in his.

“Is this an inappropriate time to make a joke about bodilyfluids?”

Charmer’s laugh was a joyous relief, echoing out into theNorth End neighborhood night. She gazed at him, soft eyes just saying more thanshe ever needed to, those red stained lips curled up in a secret smile savedjust for him. She rested one hand on his cheek—a gentle touch of her soft skin asshe leaned up to kiss him—gingerly at first but it never stayed that way, notwith them.

“You need some gum to chew on,” she teased him between heatedkisses, tasting the smoke that lingered on his lips and tongue. But she didn’tstop, grinning against his mouth when he wedged her between his body and thechurch wall.

“No,” Deacon insisted, tucking her closer to himself. “Ijust need you.”

More kisses, more laughter and then it was just the two ofthem, stronger than ever, ready to face whatever the world was to throw atthem.

“Where to next?” Deacon asked, knowing she had a plan.

Charmer shook her head, hugging him closer as she nuzzledher head into the crook of his shoulder. “Nowhere. At least not tonight,” shereplied in a soft voice. “Tonight, I think we should just be.”

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Make you let me go: part 4

Part 1  

Part 2  

Part 3

"Y/n?"

You turn around to see Dean. Of course they always used Dean's image.

"So what's it going to be today? More torture? I've already told you, you sick bastard. I will never take your deal! So let's just get on with it!"

Shock crossed Dean's face before he stepped towards you. He missed you so much and all he wanted to do was hold you. But when he reached for you, you flinched back.

"Don't fucking touch me you demon ass hole!"

He puts his hand on your shoulder and you punch him in the face before flipping him over. He lands hard on his back.

"Come on you black eyed bastard! Aren't you going to fight back!"

"Y/n, it's me. You're back. God I've missed you so much." Tears start to stream down his face while he stands up. You cock your head to the side, this was a new one. You took a hesitant step towards him, you knew it was another trick to make you think the boys saved you before they would start the torture all over again. But you've never saw the demons with such heartbreak in their eyes. When you got close enough Dean wrapped his arms around you sobbing.

"How could you leave me like that? Why would you give up your soul for me? Why? I've been a wreck without you."

"Dean? Is it really you?"

"Yes, oh sweetheart I'm so sorry. I should have told you everyday how much I love you. I have missed you so much "

"You love me?"

"I have loved you since the day we met. I just never got the courage to tell you, then it was too late. When I saw you laying in that morgue my heart shattered into a million pieces."

"You weren't supposed to find me. I didn't want you to know. How did you find me?"

"Sam and I were looking for you when he read about..about..a body found, torn apart. We were hoping you would be on the same case but when we got there...." his voice cracks and he can't finish.

His grip on you tightens and tears are streaming down your face too. You hold each other for a long time before you break apart.

"Where's Sam? What did you do to free me?"

"It was Amara, we were going to kill her. Rowena put a bomb made of souls in my chest but I didn't need to use it. Her and Chuck made up and left but before she left she said she was going to give me what I needed most. She gave me you. We need to get back to the bunker, Sam thinks I'm dead. He will be so happy to see you."

The whole way to the bunker Dean doesn't let you go, his hand in yours or his arm around you. Like he's afraid if he does you'll disappear. When you get back to the bunker you see blood and an angel banishing symbol. Sam is gone. You hear the bunker door open and Cas walks in.

"Cas!!!" You tell running to him and wrapping your arms around his neck. He sees Dean standing behind you.

"Y/n? Dean? How are you alive, what about the darkness?"

"It was Amara, she healed Chuck after they made up and she brought y/n back for me. Where's Sam?"

"I don't know, when we got back a woman was waiting, she blasted me away."

After hacking the traffic cams and following the trail you finally find where Sam is being held. Dean wants to go in alone. He doesn't want to lose you again. You roll your eyes but wait by the car with Cas. When Dean doesn't come back you start to worry. You run towards the house and sneak in. You hear voices coming from the basement and you pull out your gun. When you get down the stairs you see a woman torturing Dean, Sam is bloody too bound to a chair.

"Get away from them bitch!!"

Sam looks up, "y/n?"

"Yeah man, she's back." Dean say with a smile.

After fighting the woman you free the boys. Sam stands up and quickly hugs you. "I've missed you so much. Don't ever do that again."

Once you are all back at bunker you finally relax. You have nightmares every night but Dean is always there to help you. You start feeling that everything is gonna be alright.

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I’m very proud of the writing I’ve done this week! Mortal Truth; and You Wish You Didn’t Ask the Question came out on Sunday; You Are Dead, My Life, and I Still Breathe came out yesterday; and I just posted the fifth chapter of The Sands of Titan! This week has been very productive! To celebrate (and because I want to know what people are interested in reading next), under the cut I’m putting the titles and short synopses of fics I’ve got on my to-do list. Message me if you want more information/want to weigh in on what to write next.

If Even Death Were Grace: “we begin in the dark/and birth is the death of us,” Anne Carson, “antigonick.” Anthony Stark, son of Howard Stark, Titan of the Forge, and Maria Carbonell, Titaness of Family and the Hearth, God of Invention, finds himself like Iphigenia, a sacrifice—a pawn—to placate the furies of other deities, for transgressions he didn’t commit. Nevertheless, he holds his chin up and walks the path to Hel, averting a war and agreeing to a marriage both. Better this than the alternative. Frostiron, retelling of Persephone and Hades (at least inspired by) with Tony in the place of Persephone and Loki as Hades.

I’m Not Playing God: (All this time, I’ve been playing human.) Frostiron, ThorBruce. Tony Stark walks out of the abandoned bunker in Siberia having awakened, realizing he was a god born to walk with humans. Rewriting from about the end of Ragnarok to Endgame.

I Hear You Whisper underneath Your Breath/I Hear You Whisper You Have Nothing Left: Tony wakes from nightmares of a life he can hardly imagine, a life where he’s left behind in a freezing bunker by an enemy wearing Steve Rogers’ face. Loki tries to comfort him, to distract him from these visions, but they become harder and harder to ignore—until something has to give. Frostiron.

Desiring More Yet: Harley Keener is always hungry, always starving, always looking for the next thing to drive his teeth into. He burns through ideas, through petty lovers, through inventions and motivations and addictions, looking for something—anything—that will satisfy him. He was hungry before leaving Rose Hill, his hunger driving him to New York, and he's still hungry even now, even cared for and loved by Tony and Pepper, even in this place that was supposed to be everything that he wanted. Perhaps it was some kind of idle dream, expecting thing new place to be all that he wanted, all that he needed.It did, at least, provide more distractions from his hunger than Rose Hill, Tennessee did. Peter Parker is content with what he has. Most of the time, at least. Sure, sometimes he's a little lonely—but Aunt May, Ned, MJ, Tony, Pepper, they're all there for him, just a phone call or a text away at their farthest. Sure, sometimes he carries this guilt from not doing enough, not being enough, failing people—but he's Spiderman, and he can't afford to get too down, because he's got other people counting on him. He pulls through. Sure, sometimes, the night is so big and dark and he feels like it's so empty it's going to swallow him whole, but Karen's in his ear all night, keeping him going. He's fine. Really. Maybe he's not as fine as he wants to be. Parkner.

One-Part Sadness, Two-Parts Tragedy: a Harley Keener character study told in three parts: the first is his time in Rose Hill, the second his transition from Rose Hill to NYC with Tony and Pepper’s help, and the third NYC post-Endgame. Major character death, no happy ending.

Warfare and a Man at War: a Tony Stark character study that will be a series, beginning with Warfare and a Man at War, followed by Of Gods and Men and concluding with In Hope and Fear. Warfare and a Man at War will focus on human conflict, the struggles of human war and its effects. Of Gods and Men will be the introduction of aliens and Other threats, justified paranoia, and how one fights an outmatched battle to win. In Hope and Fear will conclude the series; it will be the end results, the conclusion, what happens to civilians once the threat is “gone.”

Brinesoaked Bodies: mermaid!au. Chapter titles: “Left Broadside onto Breaking Seas;” “The Black Hurricane;” “Worn by Winds on Every Sea;” “The Whole Uproar of the Great Sea Fell Silent;” “Serenity that Calms the Weather;” “Brinesoaked Bodies.”

Insensible Shades: a Rapunzel/Tangled au meets Orpheus/Eurydice. Harley is the stolen child of King Anthony and Queen Virginia. Peter, a thief/vigilante dubbed “Spiderman,” is on the run from the kingdom’s guards—a misunderstanding, he insists—and comes across a tower. He takes Harley to see the lanterns, initially rather unwillingly, only to accidentally drag Harley into the mess of his non-legal affairs. Peter sacrifices himself to save Harley; Harley, in turn, becomes like Orpheus and travels to Hel to trade for Peter. Parkner, angst with a happy ending.

Boyfriend Clothes: Harley Keener lives in the same dorm as his friend, Peter Parker. They aren’t the closest—Ned Leeds and Michelle Jones definitely take up more of Peter’s time than Harley does—but they share physics and engineering courses, and both work as personal interns for Tony Stark—which is kind of code for Tony pseudo-adopting the young geniuses. Harley’s best friend is Shuri. She laughs at how Harley gushes over Peter—so long as he isn’t around. In turn, Harley teases Shuri for how she stammers around MJ. They’re both disaster gays. One night, Harley sees Peter walking to/from the bathroom (or something similar in the dorm) in pajama bottoms (shorts, which barely come past the shirt he’s wearing over them) and a giant fleece button down. It reached down almost to his mid-thigh and hung off his shoulder a little, the top button undone so the shirt was open to about his mid-sternum. Harley took this as obvious evidence that Peter now had a boyfriend (maybe even staying in his room that very night) and had to get to the bottom of it; he had to at least know who Peter was with—if only for the purposes of moving on. Parkner, college!au, no powers, silly fluff & humor, shenanigans.

Untitled #1: In order to keep the Time Stone from Thanos, Stephen Strange liquefies it (the way that the Reality Stone becomes Aether) and places it inside the only one on Titan who has withstood an infinity stone before: Tony. Thanos retreats temporarily to plan again; Tony must learn to use his newly-gained magic before he returns in order to save the universe.

Untitled #2: Disturbances occurring in the magical “ley lines” or Circumstances lead to Stephen investigating the multiverse; the disturbances aren’t coming from within this universe, or perhaps even any specific universe. They seem to be coming from all universes and none of them at the same time; it’s the roots of Yggdrasil, shaking with anticipation for whatever is on its way. A horror lurks in the void between Yggdrasil’s roots, and Stephen has to locate and banish it. Frostironstrange, Ironstrange, multiple universes, alternate timelines, horror/lovecraftian horror.

Untitled #3: Space pirates. The Ironfam (Tony, Pepper, Rhodey, Bruce, Peter, Harley, Morgan) are on the run from the imperial rule of the SHIELD system upon Tony, Rhodey, and Bruce discovering the way their military employers maintain and gain power. They’re pursued by a small task-force (Steve, Natasha, Clint, and Sam; Phil is their handler) from SHIELD and the Winter Soldier, a ship from the HYDRA system (once a colony of SHIELD which revolted and is now in the throes of a Reign of Terror, French revolution style) commandeered by a (brain-washed) captain proficient at hiding his ship using comets and ice rock fields. (The Winter Soldier is captained by James Barnes, a spy sent by SHIELD to keep an eye on HYDRA, only to fall into their hands.) The Winter Soldier has commands to capture Tony, Rhodey, and Bruce for their military & scientific knowledge. Yggdrasil is a system far enough from SHIELD and HYDRA that neither know of it; it’s ruled by Odin, king of Asgard and conqueror of Jotunheimr, Vanaheimr, Alfheim, Muspell, Svartalfheim, Niflheim, and Nidavellir. Loki was taken from Jotunheimr when it was the last planet to be subdued by Asgard, being the furthest planet from the system’s star; Odin intends on making Loki the ambassador for the Jotuns, knowing that they still mourn the loss of their prince. Loki doesn’t take this well when he finds out; his mother Freyja helps him to flee. Odin sends Thor after him to capture him “on grounds of treason.” Stephen Strange flees the Sanctum Sanctorum System when his planet, Kamar-Taj, is invaded by the rapidly-spreading empire Dormammu. The Ancient One had been grooming Stephen for taking her position as the protector of Kamar-Taj once she had stepped down, but Kaecilius, a jealous pupil of hers, aided Dormammu in infiltrating Kamar-Taj’s defenses as what he saw as retribution for being looked over for the position. The Ancient One, worried for the fate of the people she protects (not necessarily governs, though almost every government on Kamar-Taj recognized her as an influential power), sent Stephen away, having one of her trusted advisers, Wong, take him from the system. Kaecilius hears of the plot to sneak Stephen off the planet before the Dormammu forces could invade, and he attempts to prevent their escape. This fails, but Stephen does gain the favor of the Cloak of Levitation in this fight. Stephen and Wong escape, bringing the Cloak. Stephen intends on someday returning to rid Kamar-Taj of Dormammu rule, but he has a lot to learn from Wong and the universe first. All of these plotlines intersect, threading through, around, and with one another. Polycule: Tony, Pepper, Rhodey, Bruce. Eventual additions of Frostironstrange and ThorBruce

Untitled #4: sick!fic; I have the list of headcanons/ideas here. Parkner. Cute & fluffy, featuring trans Peter with an unidentified but minor sickness and Harley being a good boyfriend.

Untitled #5: Stardust!au. Part One: Tony Stark leaves Wall to explore the land beyond it which beckons him, but only for a short time, with people depending on him back home. He falls for an imprisoned fae, attempts to free him, but ultimately fails and must return to Wall. Not long after, the watcher of the wall brings him a child in a wicker basket named Harley. Part Two: Eighteen years later, Harley Keener is infatuated with a girl named Victoria. He, trying to win her hand over her other suitor, E.J., promises to bring her a star that they see falling from the sky. He expects something like a precious stone; he, instead, meets Peter. They get dragged into an adventure running from star-eating warlocks, meeting lightning-catching pirates—who always make sure to dock frequently, so their captain can see his alchemist spouse—and a wild scramble for a throne that seems to have no viable heir. (Whether the fae is Loki or Stephen, I haven’t yet decided. Weigh in if you have a preference.) Parkner, ThorBruce, either Frostiron or Ironstrange.

Beyond these, I have my NaNoWriMo story (rough hands//soft hearts) and my Clint Barton Bingo card.

[lost-in-men-of-letters-bunker]

World's Collide: Chapter 2

A/N: Hey everybody welcome to Chapter 2 of World's Collide! Remember if you need to just look in my tags and search by the name of the title and you will find the chapters to this series!

*Language warning*

Chapter 2: It Can't Get Worst...

Samantha's POV

By the time we got to the Bunker, “Cas” had disappeared from the car. The Winchesters and I walked down the stairs and my eyes widened in wonder. A TV show could not do this place justice. It just seemed so much bigger than I previously thought.

“Wow, this place is amazing!”

Sam and Dean chuckled and we entered the library. As a book nerd I was just in Heaven at this library.

We all sat down at the table and I said, “I know a lot about myths and folklore. If you ever need help with research of any kind I can help. Plus, I’ve learned a thing or two from watching the show.” Sam said, “We’ll keep that in mind, it’s appreciated.” Dean then got up and said, “I can show you a room where you can stay so you can adjust around here.” I nodded and followed Dean down a hallway. This place was a fucking maze how do they navigate it so damn well!? Dean opened a door and turned on a light. The room was relatively big, definitely bigger than the one I had back home. It had a desk and bookshelf with some lorebooks on it.

“Mine and Sam’s room is just a four doors down the hall. If you need anything we’ll be in the library for awhile.”

“Great thanks. I’m uh also gonna need some clothes.”

“Don’t worry, Sam and I will take you out tomorrow and introduce you to Jody, Claire, and Alex. They’ll take you shopping and fix that.”

I smiled, “Great thanks, Dean.”

“No problem kiddo. I’ll leave ya to get adjusted.”

He left the room shutting the door. I pulled my phone out and then my charger from my back pocket and plugged my phone in. It was my only link back to home…I didn’t want to lose it if for some reason I never get home.

“Hello, Samantha.”

I jumped and nearly fell off the bed. I looked over at “Cas” okay remain calm try to act like you don’t know anything about him.

“Geez Castiel, don’t you know not to sneak up on people like that?!”

“You can’t fool me kid…So drop the little act.”

Well so much for that…

“Alright Lucifer, what the hell do you want?”

“I want you to do me a little favor. Find out or just tell me where the Hand of God is before telling the boys out there.”

“Hmmm pass.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me, Crispy Wings.”

I need to learn to keep my sassy mouth shut sometimes. I am sassing the last person I should be sassing right now. He clearly was getting pissed at me now.

“Samantha, I’m not playing any games here. You clearly know more than you let on.”

I shrugged and said, “Yes no maybe so? Why would I tell you. You can’t do anything to me cause if you do Sam and Dean will find out something is wrong and then your little secret is not so secret anymore, asshat.” I swore his eyes flashed red then he got in my face and growled, “You have any idea who you are talking to?”

“Whiny winged suck-up with daddy issues sounds about right.” and I smirked at him.

He gave me a death glare and then said, “Okay…this is how you wanna play.” In the blink of an eye he teleported out of the room. I let out a breath I didn’t even know I was holding in. I just told off Lucifer…and lived. That was the most reckless and stupid thing I’ve ever done in my life. But it felt good to freaking tell him off! “Hey Samantha, can you come down here?” said Sam from the library. I yelled back, “Yeah, hang on!” I left the room shutting the door and managed to not get lost on the way to the library. I saw Casifer with them, I wanted to glare but couldn’t risk the boys noticing. I sat down and said, “You wanted to see me because…”

Dean asked, “Exactly how much about us do you know?”

I said, “Like stated before, ever since you went to Stanford and picked up Sam to go find your Dad.”

Casifer said, “It seems to me you know more than just that.”

Mentally I was thinking, Okay Crispy Wings...I see what you’re trying to do and you’re gonna pay for this!

Sam asked, “Well…do you know more than we do?”

The looks I was getting from the brothers was not helping. They paid more attention to me than “Cas” and he was smirking I know he heard what I just said in my mind.

“Samantha…” Dean said.

I sighed and said, “Okay okay…Yes I know more than I am letting on. For me with what’s going on is Season 11 of currently a Season 13 show.” Both of then yelled "WHAT!?" simultaneously while I cringed and gave Casifer a look. Which they didn’t seem to notice. Casifer was getting a kick out of this.

“Why didn’t you tell us before?” Asked Dean sounding a little hurt. I said, “Well…You guy’s have heard of the whole Butterfly Effect right?” Sam said, "Yeah we have." Dean shook his head and said "What does that have to do with this?" I sighed and said, “Listen if I told you something about your future. It could have drastic changes to your timeline. Stuff that should happen might not and vice versa. Basically it’s like playing Russian Roulette with time and space if I told you anything.”

Sam said, “Like when Balthazar kept the Titanic from sinking.”

I nodded, “And when Anna went back in time to kill your mom and dad so you two couldn’t be born therefore no true vessels for Michael and Lucifer.”

Dean nodded his head and said, “Ah yeah I get it the whole Back to the Future type deal.”

“Cas” then said, “But you do know where a Hand of God is yes?”

Well I did…that required going back in time though and in all honesty it wasn’t going to work out. The boys were giving me expecting looks dammit it’s hard to lie to them!

“Well…yeah I do.”

Mentally I said, Oh screw you!

“Cas” said, “Then tell us so we can get it. The sooner Amara is stopped the more people that would be saved.” Dean said, “He’s got a point, Samantha. You don’t have to tell us anything else if you don’t want to but…Maybe tell us where this Hand of God is?” I was so done and had enough with Lucifer’s game. He was not turning me into his little pawn so I was gonna make this backfire on him really bad. I said, “You know what, I will start telling you guys stuff. First things first…That’s not Cas.”

“What?!” yelled Sam

I got up as they warily moved away from him. I said, “It’s Lucifer, Cas said yes to him that day when you were in Hell talking to Lucifer about how to stop Amara!” The boy’s eyes widened and Lucifer gave me a such a glare that if looks could kill I would be in Hell by now.

"Why you little brat!"

"He threatened me in my room and tried to get me to tell him where the next Hand of God is before telling you two!"

Dean glared and said, "You son of a bitch!"

Lucifer dropped the Castiel act and really started to act like himself now. He gave a nervous smile and said, "Cat's out."

He then sent Sam and Dean flying into chairs and tables. He then had me pinned by my throat a few inches off the ground against one of the pillars.

"Now tell me what I want to know, Samantha."

I struggled to breath and stuttered out, "B-Bite me!"

He sighed annoyed, "Spoken like a Winchester. Hmmm let's see here..."

He dropped me and I fell to the ground and gasped for air and coughed. He stood in front me and then snapped his fingers and I started to cough horribly and then proceeded to cough up blood. The pain was excruciating and I certainly never felt anything like it before.

"Now, you either tell me or you cough up blood until you die. I'm being more than generous here Samantha."

I coughed and spit blood out and said, "S-Screw y-you!"

I needed to keep his focus on me so the boys could do something.

"You are really trying my patience."

"It's a g-gift. I-I'm just good a-at pissing y-you off!"

"HEY DOUCHEBAG!" yelled Dean. I glanced over as Lucifer rolled his eyes and turned to look at Dean.

"Oh what is it now you-"

Dean had his bloody hand over a banishing sigel. He then smirked and slammed his hand on it sending Lucifer out of the Bunker in a bright flash of light. I stopped coughing up blood and slowly tried to stand up but wobbled around not really standing.

"Samantha!"

Sam and Dean ran over to me and helped me over to the nearest chair. I wiped the blood from my mouth. "Are you two okay?"

"Kid we're fine. You were the one coughing up blood." said Dean. I couldn't help it I was always a little more caring about others rather than myself if something happened and even if I got hurt. I waved it off and said, "I-I'll be fine. Listen I do know where this Hand of God is but those won't stop Amara. But I know how this ends. How you can get on the right track to stopping her. You'll need some people though..."

Sam asked "Okay, who do we need?"

"Well we do need Lucifer, Rowena, Crowley, quite a few Angels, some demons, a few witches, and uh...God."

"God?! No way nope." said Dean.

I don't blame him though...with everything that's happened that he'd lose faith. "I said yeah and the new Prophet of the Lord named Donatello. You see Amara is suppose to kidnap Lucifer to get God's attention. You guys have to save him cause obviously Cas is still in there."

"But...God? Seriously?" asked Dean.

I said, "Yes, seriously. Now we need to-"

Sam's POV

"Dude where did she go!?" yelled Dean.

Then it hit me and I got worried, "Dean...I think Amara just took her, cause she sees her as a threat. We need to find this new Prophet and fast!"

Samantha's POV

I didn't even finish my sentence when I found myself in a place I did not want to be...

"So you must be Samantha."

I whipped around and came face to face with Amara. She must think I'm a threat to her bond with Dean and her plans. After all I did know how she could be stopped and she didn't obviously know full details. But I was terrified now...Sam and Dean wouldn't be rescuing me any minute now.

"A-And you must be Amara..."

"I brought you here because I want information from you. You're also a threat to my plans."

"L-Listen, I know what your brother did upset you. Y-You have every right to be mad."

She aggressively yelled, "Why can't I read your mind?!"

I froze where I stood. How could she not? Lucifer did but he clearly didn't get far in information wise so...

"My brother must like you then...You're a favorite. In that case I'll just torture you until you give the information I want."

My eyes widen in fear, this was not suppose to happen I'm not suppose to be the one here at all...

A/N: I leave you all with that cliffhanger for this chapter. As always let me know if you want to be tagged in this story so you don't miss out on any of the new chapters or updates about the series!

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thank you for rising to the bait my beloved <3

Faerlin Taric is a Dragonborn Paladin, and under ‘appearance’ on his charcter sheet I just have “gold dragonborn” and “nice jock himbo vibes” which are really all you need to know but i have terminal yelling brain so! you will learn more

his big sister was the coolest city guard and he always wanted to be just like her, wanted to help the city and do good and be a paladin! his whole life was building up to it! then he got the job and was put as a prison guard instead because someone held a grudge against his sister.

faerlin met Misdemeanor Jones, (oh no i have a brand in throwaway last names) a tiefling who claimed to be unjustly imprisoned. He hadn’t done any crimes, but he was a tiefling and so he was blamed anyway. Faerlin believed, him, trusted him, and he wanted to make things right and so broke Misdemeanor out one night. They shared a kiss, and that was the last time Faerlin ever saw him.

The very next day, the most important relic of the entire nation was stolen, and Faerlin was banished from the only home he ever knew. he went about adventuring, trying to do his best, taking the hits and helping where he could because despite it all he still truly wanted to help people. He wanted to make things right, wanted to be able to go back home someday, and couldn’t see any way other than being an adventurer.

the campaign was an attempt to find a cool magic sword in an ever shifting dungeon that also gave visions sometimes and it was a blast. In the first room he got a vision that involved a coin flipping between a happy and angry face, and when he went down one of the two tunnels he got a vision of Misdemeanor sneaking into the building where the relic was kept. He was so convinced that maybe just maybe the other tunnel might have a vision of a good timeline, if this was the bad one, and made everyone turn around. He touched the wall of the other tunnel and fell unconscious for 4 hours because he was wrong <3 (the dm was not expecting him to galaxy brain and the other tunnel did nothing but after how he hyped it up she had to do something and so she knocked him unconscious and didnt tell anyone why)

At one point, he bared his past to his party, told them the most shameful thing that had ever happened to him (mentioned above), and then one of them threw it back in his face with a joke and he fell big into a bad headspace of ‘the only thing that i can do for them is take the hits’, which led to him immediately touching a cursed rune to see what it would do so people would stop discussing how to deal with it and then getting cursed to be ‘sluggish’ which i RPed as fantasy depression. excellent rp but also took a toll on my own brain ALSKDJF WHOOPS

(fun fact faerlin later got more visions, revealing that the only reason misdemeanor ever stole the relic was because he was threatened, but more importantly, faerlin was threatened. guilt! also misdemeanor is dead rip to a legend)

partway through the campaign, faerlin asked what everyone else would want to do after it was all over, and no one was quite sure but he spoke through me and said he wanted to be a baker because bakers made bread and no one was ever sad if they had bread. and i then had to go ok youre right but time to readjust your character in my head then!!! he ended up asking a lady how yeast worked and my dm got upset because she hadn’t prepared just how much baking science was known in this world alsdkjf

after the end of the campaign he starts up a bunkery (bakery over a bunker) with the rest of the party (minus the one who betrayed them). they give discounts to adventurers who come in and tell stories, and faerlin gets the chance to get better, he gets his curse removed, they got the relic back, but he is able to make people happy which is what is important

also fun fact he didnt have tear ducts and when swapped into someone elses body (a bad time, his fantasy depression on top of losing the one thing he was good for (taking the hits)) the very first thing he did was start crying. my beloved <3

anyway yeah himbo rights. love my 19 year old 6′5″ son

[id: a picture of a HP bubble on a piece of paper with many written and erased numbers and an ‘85’ still written off to one side /end id]

Is your character even a paladin if you don’t have to switch where you write your HP so you don’t wear through the paper

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The Apple Pie Life (pt.3)

(Dean, Reader, Sam)

WARNING: language, smut …

You reached your hands into the air stretching. You sit up and looked around. At first confused at where you were, you remembered being with the Winchesters. You also remember what you did to Dean last night.

“This outta be funny.” You giggled as you got outta bed.

You were walking around the bunker, following the sounds of Dean and Sam talking. You were hopping not was coming from the kitchen, which in fact it was. As you walked in you saw the pot of coffee.

“How’d you sleep Y/N?” Sam asked standing up. He was wearing sweat pants and a sweatshirt, ready to start his day.

“Fine” you said, “so if here’s anything that you want me to do sense I’m staying here for a while please just let me know.” You said turning with a mug of coffee in your hands.

“What’s important right now is for you to just feel better. But I’ll let you know if anything.” Sam said.

Dean hadn’t said anything to you. He was just sitting there eating his cereal. You could imagine him being a little angry at you from last night, but it made you giggle.

“Uh Y/N, I’m gonna go on a run wanna come?” Sam asked heading towards the door.

“Ew no.” You spat back, scrunching your nose. Dean laughed.

“Suit yourself.” Sam added leaving the kitchen.

You sat down across from Dean. It was awkward, no one was saying anything.

“What’s on your mind?” You asked.

“What do you mean?” Dean asked still not looking at me.

“I mean your not even looking at me. You haven’t even said anything.”

“I just did. Oh look and right now too.” He smirked.

“Dean…”

“You” he started. “You can’t just leave a guy hanging like that. Getting him all worked up and then bail.” He huffed.

“That’s what this is about? Really. I was just messing with you Dean. It was funny watching you get all worked up…” you lifted your leg and rubbed it against Deans leg. “Watching you go crazy from my hands… traveling all over your body..” you continued leaning closer to Dean.

Before you could finish Dean jumped out of his seat and sat you on the cold kitchen island. He slammed his soft lips against yours, causing you to melt into the kiss. Your hands moving all over, his back his chest. He was moving his hands up your thighs, causing a wet pool to form in your underwear. He moved his hands over your underwear, teasing you.

“You like these underwear sweetheart?” He asked breaking the kiss. You couldn’t manage to get anything out so you just shook your head no, causing him to tear your underwear off. Damn was that hot.

He started teased you, tracing his fingers over your folds; just causing you to get more wet then you already were.

“Dean please.” You said airy as you squeezed his bicep.

“Ask and you shall receive.” He said slowly pushing one finger into you. You moaned as he thruster his finger in and out. Adding another finger, then another finger; never breaking the kiss.

“Dean in gonna-” you started.

“Is that so.” He stated.

Just as you were about to let go, he pulled his fingers out. He was smirking.

“What the hell Dean!” You yelled punching his shoulder.

“Hmm. How does if feel to be left hanging Y/N?” He asked.

Of course. He was just trying to get even. But damn were you enjoying it. The way your bodies were close together, the way his lips felt on yours.

“Fine” you said hopping off the table “I’ll just go finish what you started in my room” you winked.

Deans smirk fell into a bitch face. You shrugged you shoulders. And left, grabbing your underwear that was near the door. ______

20 min later, Sam still wasn’t back from his jog. You had no idea were Dean was so you just decided to explore.

Most rooms were empty, nothing but a few boxes with files. As you rounded the corner, you ran into a firm chest. It was obviously Dean.

“Have fun?” He asked smiling.

“Oh you have no idea Winchester.” You said, causing his face to go red.

“Squirrel, whose your friend?” A voice asked. You turned around unsure of you said that, only to see no one was behind you.

“Uh, where did that come from?” You asked.

Dean turned around, hinting for you to follow. You stopped when you got to a pair of doors, Dean opened them and there you saw a man chained to a chair.

“Welcome to Deans sex dungeon, can j get your name.” The man asked smirking.

“Shut up Crowley.” Dean yelled. “Y/N, Crowley, Crowley, Y/N.” Dean said walking in.

“Ah your the one I heard in the kitchen.” Crowley laughed.

“Guilty.” You snapped back.

“Feisty. Don’t let this one go squirrel.” Crowley added.

Dean rolled his eyes and looked at you. “Just watch him for a sec.” Dean said walking out.

You turned to Crowley and sat down near the devils trap. “What’re ya here for?” You asked.

“Well, they think they can make me have feelings.” Crowley laughed. “It’s for the trials. Moose, or as you call him Sam; is doing this to ‘banish’ all demons.” He said.

“Well that’s good… I guess.” You said shrugging.

“Mmmm, not so much. Considering what these trials are doing to Sam.”

“What do you mean? What are they doing to Sam?”

Before Crowley could finish Dean walked in Sam right behind him, with a syringe.

“Thanks Y/N, you can go.” Dean said.

Sam smiled at you awkwardly and you tilted your head looking at him. You shook your head and left.

You sat in your room wondering, what Crowley could’ve meant when he was saying what the trial would do to Sam.

“It’s you.” A voice said from the corner of the room. You screamed, grabbing your gun and pointing it at the man.

“Who the hell are you?” You asked.

“I’m Castiel, Angel of the Lord.” He said with a serious face.

You lowered your gun. You knew angles were real but you never met one before.

“What do you mean it’s me?” You asked.

“Well, you and Dean-” Castiel was interrupted by your door being kicked down. Dean came in with his gun ready to shoot at whatever.

“Come on Cas, what have I told you about sneaking up in people like that!” Dean said.

“To not do it.” Cas nodded.

“Y/N come on.” Dean said holding his hand out. You were confused but you agreed. Dean leading you to the library. What the hell was Castiel talking about. _____

You were walking to your room when you heard Cas and Dean talking. You went to go walk in but something Dean said made you stop.

“You can’t tell her Cas.” Dean whispered.

“And why is that?” Cas asked.

“Well, cause it could freak her out or something.”

“I don’t understand how that would. You guys are soulmates.”

“I know. I just think it’s wrong, I don’t think she feels that was man.”

“It’s fair Dean. From what I could tell she is a great girl.”

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