#so maybe next time we'll try the trench again >.>

[afkintheark]

I started raising the basilisks again but then realized we were at 90% night so they got put away in favor of a surface run. And had a quick photoshoot with Midas in the process. XD

Didn't get anything good, only had one single drop spawn before I gave up. Also didn't see any fasos at all, which was frustrating. I went back home and finished raising my snake (the others can wait for our next breeding event >.<) and it was still 90% so I tried going to red ob instead of green, and it went much better.

No good weapons or rock drake saddles like I'd hoped but we have a saddle for Kel's bary and an ascendant hatchet, plus a few other goodies. I did have to dodge the reapers this time but it wasn't too hard. \o/

And I got a Dino Depot terminal up finally, plus I had the megalosaurs breeding again and we have our final perfect pair plus a few more for the army. I think we'll want another 3-4, then we just need to fetch our blueprint and get them all saddled. \o/

[donovanlizzie]

THE CORPSWOMAN

CHAPTER SIX - IT'S MORE DANGEROUS AT NIGHT

It was now night time, Eugene and Evangeline were lent against a cement pillar watching a young marine who looked about 19, counting. Evangeline then called over to him." What you doin' Daniels?" He looked over petrified, traumatised.

"Counting Japs " He timidly states then turned back around to continue what he was doing.

Evangeline  and Eugene both exchanged worried glances and she began to pick her nails.  Gunner Henny then went over to the poor boy and tried to order him to help 2nd  platoon load up but Heldaine stopped him. "Gunner, go find someone else, maybe Jenkins over the other side ?"  Henny nodded and moved away. "He can come with me, help me count the bandages and get himself some shut eye?" Evangeline offered looking over. Heldaine nodded slightly and crept forward taking the gun from Daniels. She  got up and wrapped her arm around the boy.  "Let's get you some sleep ?" She quietly  spoke once she had managed to get him up. " But there are so many to count" he spoke like a small child as she  led him to the sickbay. " I know sweetheart I know" Evangeline choked out, her  heart breaking for him, the poor soul.

By the time 08:00 came around everyone was moving out again, the cook was walking around with a pot handing out pork chops.  They weren't the best but after having to eat tinned shit for the last few weeks Evangeline was happy to eat something solid and not out of date. She ended up walking next to Eugene whist Shelton Parked himself next to him on the other side. "Saw you reading last night" he said looking over at Eugene slyly, " writing too"  "My bible?" Eugene replied glancing at Shelton wearily. " we ain't suppose to write shit down, give the japs valuable intale if they find it" Shelton carried on. "I guess I won't show it to them then" Eugene replied keeping his eyes forward and waking with the rest of the group. Shelton smirked satisfied with his answer. 

Evangeline's smile faded remembering the similar conversation she and Oswald had the night prior. 

"You got a smoke?" Shelton asked. Eugene pulled out two cigarettes, one for himself and one for Shelton. "Thanks Sledgehammer" Shelton grinned popping the cigarette in his mouth. " Sledgehammer?" Evangeline questioned grinning at the new nickname Shelton had given her friend. "I like it" She looked at Shelton and Eugene new deemed 'sledgehammer' and gave him a half smile. " you got it Raggedy Anne" Shelton winked making her  laugh " throwing your self around like a rag doll out there" . " Jesus Christ" Bill spoke up in amusement as he scurried up behind us along with Burgin. " don't worry Bill Layden , we'll call you bull-peen-hammer" Shelton called back. " A little hammer for a little man" Evangeline  chuckled making the guys laugh. " Alright rags .... snafu" Bill shot back," shit n ass .... fuck up". "Is that the best nickname you could come up with?" Evangeline  laughed. "Oh! A little joke from the little man!" Shelton, now deemed 'snafu' , joked back.

             K company  all followed Heldaine like lost puppies up the rocks, he said to them that they would be setting a perimeter for the Japanese soldiers. Evangeline had zoned out of the conversation he was having with Bill and Eugene, when the Japs has caught sight of us and began to fire. "Pull back! Let's go!" Hillbilly shouted dragging her by her bag pack (much to Evangeline's dismay) back down the slope to cover. By that point both Heldaine and Hillbilly , hell, the whole company  were all desperate to get a hold of coms, every attempt made was unsuccessful.

K company was stuck, sat in a small rocky trench trying to say as low as they could do theJaps wouldn't try to blow their heads off.       " I'm gonna have to go back , get more men up here and the orders changed" Heldaine finally announced. " Hillbilly if I don't come back the company's yours" He tapped Hillbilly on the shoulder and quickly ran off. " He's gonna come back right?" Eugene asked  " Disobey and you get  a court-martial" Shelton mumbled leaning back on a rock with another cigarette in his teeth.  Whilst they were waiting the marine who was in charge of handing out the post was wandering around.  " Sledge, Yoet, you two have something" he said handing the both of them their letters. " Thanks" Evangeline  stated bluntly noticing her mothers hand writing and putting in it her Brest pocket to read later.

__________________ It was now pitch black, Flares lit up the foxholes as k company  were now sitting in  darkness waiting for Heldaine to to come back. Henny was making the rounds telling everyone to make sure they had enough ammo and supplies for the night.  Gunner Henny was about 45 years old and had fought in world war 1.  He was part of the old breed, liked to do things the old way and stick to them.  " Did you hear the bullshit about the dog?" He grumbled leaning into our foxhole. " They think a dog can smell a Jap before I see one!" He scoffed.  " I have a dog back home" Eugene started quietly " his name is Deacon"  

Evangeline  glanced over at him and smiled as Henny ignored his input and contained; " if the Japs come through , high point with fixed bayonets and you nail em with H.E you got that?" He explained it like we were children, 

The guys nodded as he got up to walk away but then he bent back down and said " woof" and then walking away as normal. " what the fuck was that?" Shelton asked as the group all looked at each other slightly confused try to hold their  laughter in as it was noise discipline.  "Hey stove top boys - WOOF" Bill repeated mimicking Henny making them  laugh even harder, causing Shelton to wheeze.  _____________ Evangeline was sat next to Shelton as he slept once again, picking her thumbs, waiting for japs to make a move or a marine to hurt  himself.  "Remind me again why on gods earth you joined ?" Eugene asked again.  She turned to look at him with her eyebrow raised, " like I told you before, I want to help people, I was in need of a better paying job and to make my country proud" she replied. " And to find out how my brother died"  "Making your ma and pa proud?" He asked, looking over his shoulder at her. "Hopefully" Evangeline smiled slightly " That reminds me I have to reply to that letter that they sent me once I've read it" she mused tapping her breast pocket. "Read it" Eugene stated, " I wanna hear it ... if that ok?" He asked scooting closer to her. " sure" she  replied getting the letter out of her pocket. " Dear Evangeline," She began " your father and i are so happy to hear that you are doing alright where ever you are. Everyone in town is very worried about you but myself and your father know you'll be smart and safe. We hope-"     Evangeline's  reading was cut short by a small whimper that echoed through the foxholes. herself and Eugene carefully peaked put of the foxhole we were in as the cries got louder and louder. "What's that?" Shelton getting up , still half asleep. "Sounds like some guy having a nightmare" Eugene answered, watching Evangeline fold away her letter. "He'd better shut up before every jap on the island knows where we are" Shelton snapped now wide awake. "Quiet that man down!" Hillbilly whisper-yelled as the marines whimpers turned into wails.     Suddenly the man started screaming, wrestling any marine who tried to hold him down. "Yoet!" Hillbilly called over " get some morphine in him!"  Evangeline quickly grabbed her morphine needles and rushed over as more and more marines fought to hold the man down. "NO-NO-NO!" The poor man was yelling hysterically. "Give me his arm now!" She spoke as he flailed about. Once she had finally got hold of his arm and she was inches away from injecting him when he broke free, punching her  straight on the nose. Evangeline groaned in pain reeling back as blood now poured from her face. The marines were struggling again to regain control of the man.    The poor man was now begging for help as Henny began to punch him n a attempt to knock him out and shut him up. " Henny! Stop! Let me get to his goddamn arm!" She shouted in desperation trying to reach him once again. "Hit him with something!" Jay began to shout. Out of the corner of her eye, Evangeline  saw another young marine reach for the shovel he used to dig his foxhole with.  "No! Don't!" She tried to stop him but it was to late. The shovel hit the Boys head with a crack and he was finally silenced - lifeless. "God damn it" she breathed sitting back on the muddy ground and closing her eyes. "Everyone back in their holes" Hillbilly spoke eyeing Evangeline and her bloodied face. It was clear the poor bastard had broken her nose. " It had to be done Yoet, it had to " Hillbilly handed her a handkerchief. She thanked him and held it up to her  face to try and stop the bleeding and slunk back to the  fox hole. ———————————————————————————-

The next morning a blanket had been pulled over the young mans body.  "Rather him than all of us" Eugene spoke his eyes flickering between the body and Evangeline. "Sledgehammers right" Shelton answered " It had to be done".  The rest of the dead and wounded got piled onto trucks and tanks to be taken back to base to either be shipped to Australia to heal or sent back home to their families for their funerals.

Evangeline then walked over to Eugene. " You know, I think I'll take that cigarette now" She spoke breathing out sharply. "Here" Eugene stated putting a lit cigarette between her  teeth and taking the bloodied hankie form her hands. She  took a quick puff as he delectably wiped more dried blood from her face, making her wince slightly. "I'm no corpsman Rags, but you've got a messed up nose" he grimaced now fiddling with the grubby handkerchief. " Wow Sledgehammer, you really know how to talk to a lady!" Evangeline joked taking another puff of the cigarette.

"Na she ain't no Lady, A Lady wouldn't come to a place like this" Bill teased, walking past the two of them, puffing on a tiny stump of a cigarette butt before throwing it at Shelton's feet.

" Thank you" Evangeline mumbled taking the handkerchief back and tossing it to the ground, slightly laughing at Bills remark.

" Can it snafu" She quickly snapped, the group all walked on as Shelton began to snigger.

[bentosandbox]

in da fucking trenches

funny how the moment i thought 'ok i think life will be alright for now' my gut decides to like sisyphus' boulder tumble down the hill and back into the trenches except this time i also get full blown-out panic/anxiety attacks which is epic i guess (history of gut problems for as long as i can remember from my thyroid or something + uncle died few years ago of colorectal cancer at 50 + anxiety = not a good time)

started with like a dull ache(?) or something on my side and i thought oh maybe its because of the way i sit at my desk, went to a doctor (private one) and they were like hm well if its just the side it might just be a muscle thing but then after i went home i realised there was also this feeling of something under my rib that didn't exactly hurt but it had been there for a week already or so > went to the doctor again (public one this time) and they did blood tests and an x-ray and was like hmm yes you are constipated af (pointing at x-ray pic) 'your left side should look like your right' and gave me laxatives and was like come back 2 days later for the blood test results which i did but then it was a different doctor (public healthcare service) that didn't really explain the blood tests she just went hmm (calculates something on her phone and then doesn't say anything about them, though i did see the results myself and they were within the normal ranges for whatever it was) LMFAO, explained the x-ray to me again but for some reason they were yeah 'your right should be like your left' ??? and she said we'll try to get you an ultrasound sometime around this week (gets a message later saying its in 2 weeks) public healthcare system moment fr fr well surely if they didn't give me an asap slot it means its not serious and i dont have any alarming symptoms but then i also have to visit the digestive diseases department of my nearest hospital in late october or something so that's fun and totally not anxiety inducing the next 4 months will surely pass like a breeze

normally i would say 'could be worse' but i kind of dont want to say that anymore. it 'should be better' i think. i hope? anyway if i forgot to reply to anyone recently worrying over this is probably the reason why maybe artfight or ak anime s2 will fix me though

[medicinemane]

Woken up, don't know when, just that it's 8:25am now and I was tossing and turning trying to go to bed around 5am

Woken up cause my mom can't find her mouse

Well yeah, there's a trash pile next to her bed

So I get to work. Gross and frustrating, especially cause I've done this before. It's wet, I think from the gallon of sweet tea on its side, but have been any bottle of water or whatever. Mop it up with all the random tissue and napkins and paper towels

There's like a literal foot trench of trash on the bed frame between the mattress and the wall. I clean it up, no mouse, but I push the mattress actually on to the frame as far as it'll go (frame is a full and my mom didn't like... check when ordering the mattress, so it's whatever comes after full)

Begin grabbing stuff at the foot of the bed, another... inch deep minimum trench of trash, no visible floor. 4 foot ish pile of clothes in the corner of the room next to this new trench

I keep tossing recyclables and stuff to keep towards the door, it's a big pile by the time I was done, and... we'll get to that

Whole time my mom keeps interjecting with how guilty she feels. Don't feel guilty, don't apologize, stop doing this to me. I don't say that, at the end I just say to find a spot that works for the trash can, she says she could put recycling in there trash can so it doesn't need a liner. I say that's fine but uh... find a spot to put the trash, it's fine to use grocery bag liners, it really is

Anyway, no luck, so I sit down in the spot I've made in the foot of the bed trench and then just run my leg under the bed, stretched out ballerina style, and scape everything and shove it to the back and side. Pick up a bit more, then stand up (fucking hard from that confined position) and take my trash bag to the back of the bed

Another leg sweep to pull stuff closer. My mom says how she'll just drive and go get a new one. I say don't, too expensive for just a mouse (50 fucking miles yo)

No luck, find 2 wormies wiggling through the trash. Sorry wormies, can't have you in my house, hopefully maybe I didn't kill you pinching you with trash to put you in the trash. I am sorry, but you can't be here whatever larva you were

Scrape scrape as I make a new pile of not exactly trash at this end, recycle and keepers and stuff

Finally I see pink just as my mom's lamenting again that she doesn't know where it could have gone. Slam... no... set with flair on the table, just hard enough to click loud, you know

Still plenty of trash there under the bed, but I'm fucking done

Went to go give my cat antibiotics, see its not 1pm and that's good at least

Full to the brim trash bag from all this and there's plenty left

You see why this frustrates me?

Already done this before even after she got the bed. I got a trash pile next to my trash can... of shit I missed the throw with our recycle, it takes me maybe 5 minutes to fix, not... 30? Just to kinda clean

Just get tired of my mom's infinite trash, she just... she just fucking doesn't put stuff in the trash and she doesn't think. Tried to turn the tall trashcan I found into recycle, said no it's trash... and finally I'm not having to scoop overflowed filth into the bag every week, it's talk enough

Anyway... you can at least get why I'm writing weird, right? Woken up for a miserable task

But I did it, instantly woke up, trundled downstairs, made zero conversation as my mom lamented how terrible she is, got a trash bag out, bed pushed against the wall, and mouse found

Kill me, going to bed now, hope you all have a good whatever... wish I had pics of just how bad it was. Better than the trailer, but... that's like saying bleeding out from the throat is better than bleeding out from a punctured stomach... duh, still not nice

Take care

[cantteachanoldguardnewquotes]

Febuwhump Day 10 How Long Has It Been?

Warnings: war, injury

They were tired, so incredibly tired, nearly every inch of them was covered in mud, and their stomachs were growling so loud it could practically wake the dead. Still they pressed on, they had a mission after all, and people they couldn't let down. 

They crawled through the trenches, trying to reach the spot their commander had told them to be at. Both of them praying as they went that this war would be over soon. 

A grenade fell in front of them and before Joe could think better of it he jumped on it to contain the blast. 

He woke up slowly the pain being the thing he noticed first. He kept his eyes closed, terrified to see the damage. Next he became aware of someone holding him, and of course he knew it was Nicky. 

"How bad is it?" Joe asked, he still hadn't opened his eyes, he could feel the pain slowly ebbing away but part of him wanted to keep his eyes closed for the rest of the month.

"Same as it feels I'd imagine." Nicky said.

Barely a joke, that means it's probably worse than it feels, or maybe Nicky just doesn't have any energy left in him. 

"Oh this? This feels like a swim in the sea." 

Nicky tried to rub some mud off Joe's face, but only managed to smear it. "That refreshing, huh?" 

"Like I'm floating on air." 

"I think you're brains still healing." 

Joe smiled a little bit when he heard Nicky's lighter tone. "Is it safe to open my eyes yet?" 

"Yeah, all healed, at least on the outside." 

Joe blinked open his eyes looking up to meet Nicky's. "This sucks, huh?" 

Nicky snorted at that. "Joe, I think that is the biggest understatement of the century." 

"Yeah." 

They sat in silence for a moment they knowing they needed to move again soon, but for now what they needed even more was to catch their breathe. 

"Daydreaming?" 

"Hmm? Yeah, I was. Sorry, what was that?" Nicky had zoned out for a second and missed Joe's question. 

"Should we get going?" Joe repeated.

Nicky sighed.

"What were you dreaming about?" 

"Sunshine, food, fresh clothes. The usual." 

Joe nodded, it was definitely a familiar daydream. "Where this time? Anywhere in particular?" 

"Just somewhere by the sea." 

"Mm, we'll have to make it our first destination as soon as this hellish war is over." 

A pause passed between the two of them as they wondered when exactly that might be. 

"That would be nice." Nicky said, breaking the silence. 

"And we can have fresh fruit, maybe even some cake to go with it." Joe shook his head wistfully. "How long has it been since we've tasted anything like that?" 

"An eternity I'd say." 

 "Sounds about right." 

They stood up together, Joe was completely healed and they needed to move. 

"Soon, soon this will end." Nicky said.

It began to rain, soaking whatever wasn't already wet and mud covered before they had barely begun to walk.

"I certainly hope you're right." 

[literaticat]

I asked about the “no from one” policy, and your response is just… GAH it’s just so amazing. The fact that you listen to random writers online and consider their opinions just makes me want to work with ABLA even more. Just FYI, I’m in the trenches and have sent out maybe 30 queries—of those, only ABLA and Dystel have this policy. Most say to not query agents simultaneously, but if you receive a rejection you can query another. THANK YOU for everything you do for writers. We appreciate you.

Well, we have had the "no from one is a no from all" policy for a reason. The reason is, WE SHARE. A LOT. Like I think people think we don't actually share a lot? BUT WE SHARE. A LOT.

So it's annoying when people query us over and over and over again -- both because we already saw this, and because clearly they don't care about following submission guidelines.

That being said, clearly the policy doesn't even work, since people DO query us over and over again regardless. LOL. *dies* -- so that's why we are changing it. We'll still share internally -- but everyone can rest assured that they REALLY DID get seen by multiple agents.

FYI, the new policy will probably go live on the ABLA website next week. IN short, instead of "a no from one is a no from all", the policy will be "please choose ONE of us to query at a time, and no more than three of us total."

And do remember that we can see how many times you have queried, to which of us, when, and what the correspondence was. And we still do share. So please -- if three of us have said no, you can be confident that you've given it a real good shot and it's a no from the agency. (And if, down the line, you decide to do a deep revision or something, or have a new book, you can try again with the same agents or different ones.)

Best of luck out there!

[imaginestuffs]

Really Home- Castiel x Reader

Word count:2,227

Warnings: angst, angst, angst, slight fluff. Language maybe. I'm sorry some details may be off so please forgive me.

Summary: Castiel dies when Jack is born, and it hurts reader so badly but she takes care of Jack.

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You got out of the impala, slamming the door behind you. Sam and Dean both cringed,and followed suit. Jack sat there for a moment, not exactly understanding what was going on. He soon got out as well following the boys inside the bunker. As soon as you entered the bunker you all but ran to your room, holding back tears you had been dying to cry. 

-----hours earlier----- 

You were in the house with Kelly, and Mary. You had promised to be by her side when the time came and that's exactly what you did. You then went to the window to look out at the boys making sure they came back. Not seeing Crowely your heart broke. You had been surprisingly close with him and saw him as a good friend. 

You ran back to Kelly's side when she yelled for you. You were by her side in an instant. 

"(Y/n), go. It's ok. Thank you." She breathed heavily, and sobbed. You gave her hand a squeeze and kissed her head. "We'll keep him safe." 

You then ran down the stairs as quickly as possible and angel blade in hand. Just as your feet hit the dirt, you saw Lucifer appear behind Castiel. "Castiel, no!" You screamed. He looked at you for not even a second before a bright blue wave of light flashed. When it was over, you uncovered your eyes. Just in time to see his body drop to the ground. "Angel!!" You screamed out before running forward. Your heart completely shattered  at the scene before you. 

Dean and Sam looked at you with sympathy, but still keeping bravery at the forefront. You were about to throw yourself into a fight with the devil because of what he had done to Castiel. Before you could step forward Dean stretched his arm in front of you. "(Y/n), dont." He said sternly. You didn't fight him, knowing that if you died you would be breaking your promise to Kelly and to Cas. 

Lucifer looked at you all, "well, that was fun." You kept your tears in as you heard his words. "Really guys, points for trying." He said with a shrug. You wanted to rip that smug smirk right off of his, you wanted to kill him. You held yourself back though. 

For them. For Cas. For Jack. 

He looked directly at you and smiled wide. A wicked grin.

"You're the cute one that Crowely spoke about." You sneered at him.

"Aw, wait.. did I-did I just stab your boyfriend in the heart. Oh I did, didn't I  who knew blue eyes could get a girl." He said. This just brought more rage up to the surface and Dean had to physically hold you back. "Sorry Dear, he was just so annoying." He shrugs after his words. 

Before we knew it Mary came marching from the house. 

"Get away from them." She commanded. 

He had this barely visible look of surprise. You could tell he was intrigued though. 

"Mary, right? I've heard so much about you." He said scanning Mary slightly. 

"You, uh, are certainly living up to the hype." 

It felt like everything went in slow motion. 

The last thing she said stayed in your mind.

"I love you." 

The next thing you know Mary and Lucifer are gone. Just when you thought your heart couldn't shatter anymore. It did. 

You all just stood there for a moment processing everything that couldn't ever be truly processed. 

Sam then quickly moved away and into the house. Going to find the child that had been born moments ago. 

Once again you looked to the ground. You see Castiel lying there. No sign of movement. Just there. 

You fell to your knees next to him, Dean did the same. You shakily reached out to him lifting his head and resting it in your lap. Letting your tears fall, and sobs escape your lips. Dean was next to you wrapping an arm around you. 

You reached across Cas and wrapped your arm around his shoulders. Grabbing him and pulling him close to you. Crying while gripping fist-fulls of your boyfriend's trench coat. 

You pulled back from him you had no idea how it could be, but somehow he was still warm. 

You gave a watery smile raising your hand to his cheek, your tears falling on his pale cheeks. 

"(Y/n), we have to go. C'mon please sweetheart we have to go." Dean tried to persuade you away from cas' body. 

You fought against Dean holding on to Cas for dear life.

"No, Dean. No, I can't leave him. I'm sorry not leaving him. Just go, go. I can't leave him!" You sobbed at him. Dean finally let you go and let some tears fall before running back to the house. 

You immediately began to speak with him again. 

"Hey Angel, I'm here. I'm right here, I won't leave you." You stroked his cheek. 

"It's ok Angel, God-God will bring you back. Like he always does. He has to. You won't be gone for long." You tried desperately to reassure the lifeless body of the man you loved. When in all honesty you were trying to reassure yourself. 

You rested your forehead against his, closing your eyes.  Placing a hand on his chest, you sobbed once more. You no longer felt the steady rise and fall of his chest; you didn't feel his heart  underneath your palm. 

It was then that you noticed burn marks. You looked either side of you and saw the imprint of Castiel's wings. Those beautiful wings that wrapped around you when you were in danger, or just when you were cold. You let out a strangled cry gripping him tighter, and screwing your eyes shut.

"Castiel, Angel, come home." You pleaded once more. 

----after Jack is found---- 

You saw Jack and walked towards him, giving him a hug and then pulling back. 

Dean made sure it was a quick process wrapping up Cas and Kelly. You all gathered the wood and such, carefully placing them on top. You heard Sam speak but tuned him out. You stood a little further from the group. 

"Castiel, you are and always will be the love of my life. My angel, and I promise I'll make you and Kelly proud of Jack. I swear it." You said before blinking tears back and rushing back to the car. 

-----back to present----

You sat on your bed after closing the door behind you. 

Sitting there all you can think of is him. Just flashes of the scene play back in your mind. 

You hate yourself for not being there in time to save him. 

You place your head in your hands and quietly just sit there, tears not falling but your head heavy. Your entire body was heavy. 

Your world was heavy, but you knew you had to get up and be there for your new boy. For Jack, he needs you right now. You'll be there for him. 

That's exactly what you did. You were there for him. 

-----days later----- 

You had been taking care of Jack as best you could. Defending him against Dean. You even punched him once, he said that he would kill him himself. Hearing those words you walked right up to him and punched him in the face. 

"You touch him Dean Winchester. I'll kill you myself." You growled. You grabbed Jack's hand and walked away. 

Comforting the boy as best as you could. 

"I will never let anyone hurt you Jack. No one. You are good sweetheart. You're not evil, and he'll see that. You'll be ok Jack, I promise you." You said pulling the boy into a hug, kissing his cheek. 

-----the day----- 

You turned the corner and saw Jack reading at the library table. You smile at the boy walking over to him. You ran a hand through his hair and gently placed your lips to his head. 

"Hey Jack, how are you?" You asked softly. 

He looked up at you with a smile, "I'm ok (y/n), how are you?" He asked back kindly. 

"I'm alright Jack. Now what are you looking for?" You asked pulling out a chair beside him and sitting down. 

"Oh, I'm looking for a case." He stated. You looked down at the book and were about to speak. 

"Jack, (y/n)!" You heard Sam call. You both looked up, and smiled. "Hi Sam, how did it go?" You asked softly. He smiled. "It went great." Chirped Dean. You looked up and gave a smile to Dean. Sure you were pissed but you couldn't help loving these boys and being overly grateful when they came home safe. 

"That's great boys... I'm glad you're home safe." You said to them getting up to give them each a kiss on the cheek. 

Yet every time they came home from a hunt, and each time, you realized that Castiel wasn't going to be with them. You wouldn't get to run into his arms or kiss him for coming home safe. Your eyes began to sting slightly so you turned away from the boys hastily wiping your eyes. 

You didn't know, but they noticed little things about you had changed. They could see how broken you were now. You could barely look at them after coming home, they knew why. It was because you knew that there was one person less to walk through that door. That one person who was your everything. Your Angel. 

This time though. This time, things had changed. There was that one person. Your Angel came home. 

He saw you from the corner and his eyes glistened with tears, and knowing that Jack was also waiting for him. His heart skipped a beat. 

Sam gestured for him to come over. He knew it was time to see you again. 

He walked out slowly, your back was turned but you turned at the sound of a voice. His voice. 

"Hello (Y/n), Jack." He said. 

Jack quickly got up, and he walked to him. They wrapped each other in a hug, both smiling. They pulled away and you stood there with watery eyes. Tears clouding your vision to the point where everything looked different. 

Cas did the Same. 

"Castiel..." you whimpered. He nodded and you ran to him, jumping into his arms. He caught you and held you like everything hung in the balance if he let go. 

"You're home angel, you're home." You cried into his shoulder and he whispered in your ear. "Im home 

(Y/n), I'm home." You pulled away slightly to rest your forehead against his. 

His skin was no longer pale, his lips were their usual shade of pink. His wings wrapped themselves around you like they did before. It was him, your Angel.. he came back to you. 

The rest of the night you spent with him and Jack. Lying in bed after Jack decided to go to his room. 

It was just you and him now. He wrapped his arms around you holding you tightly. 

"I really thought you were gone. Your wings they were just burn marks in the dirt, I couldn't feel your heart. I couldn't see you breathe. 

I couldn't leave you, I begged for you. I cried for you, I watched you die, and I couldn't do a damn thing." You said to him looking at him. You were facing him and he you. His eyes were tearing up at the thought of you in so much pain. "I'm so sorry (y/n). I'm so sorry." His voice broke. "It's not your fault Angel, it's not your fault." You said wiping the tears away. 

His large warm hand rested against your cheek and sighed in content, letting a few tears slip. 

You placed your hand against his chest and gently pushed him onto his back. You crawled into his lap and straddled his waist. Looking down at him he smiled up at you and held your hips. He let out a small laugh at your actions which caused you to laugh as well. 

"You're so beautiful." You whispered looking down at him and seeing that his wings were wrapped around you once again. He let a blush dust his cheeks and he moved his hand to the back of your neck. He tangled his hand in your hair pulling you down to let your lips touch. "So are you..." he whispered against your lips before fully pressing them to yours. He slowly sat up and pulled you closer. 

Your hands cupped his cheeks then moved to run through his hair. His hand moved back to its original place on your hip along with the other one. 

You sighed against his lips, at the feeling of his scruff scratching gently along your face. It was a feeling you had missed so much. His chest was pressed against yours, and you could feel it. 

There they were. His heart beat against yours, and you could feel his chest move up and down with each breath. 

He pulled back and lied back down bringing you with him. You smiled and slid back to his side. You faced each other once again, looking into his bright blue eyes again. 

"You're really home?" You asked once again. He pressed his lips to your forehead. "I'm really home." 

[verobatto]

Destiel Chronicles

Vol. LXXXVIII

It was a love story from the very beginning.

The Empty is Coming (Part. II)

(12x18)

Hello dears! How are you feeling for tonight's episode? I'm not ready...

Okay, i had to make a whole meta for this episode for the huge symbolism related to Sacrifice and the Empty.

Castiel walking on the Empty, a prelude...

When episode 12x18 starts, we have another dar forest, representing the Empty, and a young guy named Jorred walking on it...

If you pay attention, he wears a brown coat, blue pants. Is a blatant Cas' mirror, and the obscurity surrounding him, symbolizes the Empty.

Jorred gets trapped and then dies.

Where's Cas? Is reaching a high level of worrisome

Dean tries to call Cas but... He can't. So, all theses days he didn't have news about the angel and he is reaching high levels of worrisome.

I wrote an entire meta about this episode time ago, I don't want to be repetitive, so i will be quoting here things I already put in that meta. You can find the analysis here.

DEAN: Come on. Cas, it's me. I've been trying to get ahold of you for days. I don't know what's going on, but we got a line on Dagon...And we got our asses handed to us, even with the Colt. So...Could really use the backup. Call me back.

Dean is mad at Cas, first because he is pointing at he have been days trying to get ahold of him (remember Dean praying to him every night in Purgatory?) and then he is mad because he doesn't know what's going on with Cas. So basically, he is mad because Cas is not calling. Is not giving living signals.

SAM: So no luck with Cas, huh?

DEAN: Yeah, still AWOL.

SAM: All right, so let's find him.

DEAN: I've been trying, Sam. The GPS on his phone is turned off, and there's nothing in the system about some weird guy in a trench coat getting arrested or turning up dead.

This is the thing here, he reveals another details of why he is mad and worried, because Cas turn his GPS off! That means that maybe he doesn't want th to find him. And then, Dean is saying HE SEARCHED FOR HIM IN HOSPITALS AND POLICE INFO LIKE? Yeah... A little kind of desperate.

And if you pay attention bro the pic, you wikl find how worried is Sam watching his brother in that shape.

SAM: Right. Dean, it's Cas. I mean, this isn't the first time he's dropped off the map, you know? And whatever's happening, he'll be fine. He always is.

DEAN: Yeah.

This scene is very rich in body language. Also Sam assuming Cas will always be fine, is like settling the idea that something could take them by surprise anytime about the angel.

But watch Dean here while Sam tries to comfort his brother...

I will quote here what I wrote in my meta about this episode:

"Priceless... Avoiding Sam's eyes, looking to a side, dimples of discontent, that sniffing is like... He is so mad... He just can't stand it. Can't stand CAS not answering his phone calls, not being there for weeks. Not knowing if he is dead or alive. Makes feel so uneasy, he can't control what he is feeling... He is mad, but worried at the same time."

How do I fill this emptiness?

Not being able to have any hint of Cas, and feeling he was being rejected by him, the unrequited love idea hits Dean again.

Is big, cold, hole inside of him, and it needs to be filled immediately. And what Dean does, which will be the last time he does it? He hooks up with random waitress. Why? Well. I will quote here again my insights from the other meta.

"... and I know the fandom had pointed the "Castiel coded coat" this waitress is wearing... Like... "YEAH I'M JUST AN ASSHOLE FOR BEING IN LOVE WITH MY BEST MALE FRIEND WHO WILL NEVER LOVE ME BACK, HE ABANDONED ME AND DOESN'T' GIVE A FUCK IF I'M WORRIED OR NOT. LET'S JUST HOOK UP WITH RANDOM WAITRESS HERE AND HEY! THAT COAT REMINDS ME TO CAS DAMN!"

I want to add the waitress is not just dressed with the coat but with a pink dress too. The pink color will be very called in the incoming seasons. Is a symbolism of happiness. Related to Castiel's deal with the Empty made in season 14, and the ultimate Sacrifice for love and Castiel's love confession in season 15. But in this case, it talks about Dean. Dean's happiness is Cas and viceversa.

Another thing Dean did in this episode to fill the emptiness of his Unrequited Love was eating too much. As he always does. It maybe wouldn't caught our attention if Sam wouldn't watched him with disgust and scolding face.

Sheriff Barret Bishop and the Black Bill legend. (Cas and Empty mirrors)

Look how Sam describes the legend of Black Bill at first:

SAM: And when the fun was over, the satyr would, "feast upon the flesh of his victims until his belly was full to bursting with their moist, slippery meat."

I find this very interesting, because he talks about a party, something they celebrate (an orgy) that could be related with lust, the thing that will taken as a forbidden feelings in Castiel's POV in episode 14x15. And the punishment is became the monster's food. But but, is not the first time we see a monster feeding of people or energy in legends. In episode 14x17, the one that gave me the spec about Dean rescuing Castiel from the Empty, they talk too about this legend and how the mosntrrs feed from his prays. So, is this the Empty's story then? Is he feeding with energy from dead angels and dead demons? Hahaha just a few days and we will know.

Then, Castiel's mirror trying to do his best to change things, but by himself.

Sheriff Bishop: Moloch used his power to make us rich. After my father died in '97, I put a stop to all of that. Look, I couldn't...I never killed anybody. I just wanted to help people to make up for all the bad we've done. I wanted... To leave a legacy. - I kept him locked up. Hoped he'd starve to death.

Okay, this is kind of the idea of what Chuck did with the Empty. The thing is... The monster scapes.

And then we have the Sheriff saying "It was on him"

Sheriff Bishop: You should go.

SAM: No, sheriff, uh, we can help clean up.

Sheriff Bishop: No. This...I'll take care of it. It's on me. This? This is my legacy.

Again a Cas mirror doing the dirty work. It's on me. Is the same thought in Castiel's mind, and we will see it in the next episode.

Winchester's legacy:

SAM: But the people we saved, they're our legacy. And they'll remember us and then I guess...We'll eventually fade away, too. That's fine, because we left the world better than we found it, you know.

DEAN: I wonder what's gonna happen to this place. After we're gone, you think some hunter'll move in, keep fightin' the fight?

SAM: Yeah, I hope so.

DEAN: Yeah. Me, too.

Dean gets out his knife from his pocket.

SAM: What are you doin'?

DEAN: Leaving our mark. Here.

This is a parallel to 15x19, the fake bro ending. The dialogue is also a representation of THE FAMILY BUSINESS.

But you know what they did in 15x19, they carved Cas and Jack names too.

And you know what happened in episode 12x19: THE MIXTAPE OR THE WAY DEAN USED TO EXPRESS HIS ROMANTIC FEELINGS FOR CAS. So, this is another clue for us to think Cas will come back after bro only ending to hear Dean's true love confession. (I'm talking about tonight's episode.)

To Conclude:

More than another foreshadow of the Empty and Castiel's dead, we had once more Dean Winchester's unrequited love inner fight.

This is another proof Dean feels the same way as Castiel. He really feels his love is Unrequited and he will never be able to have Cas in the way he wants.

Even with Castiel's speech in the barn in 12x10, giving Dean some hopes and gifting him with the Mixtape, as a representan of his romantic love for him, Dean is facing now that maybe that confession was totally platonic. And it hurst him. That's why he behaves by trying to fill that empty with sex and food.

But it won't go away until both men complete their love circle.

Hope you like this, see you in the next one!

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[broughtdawn]

      HERE  LIES  THE  FIRST  TIME  YOU  WERE  WRONG . ( x )

BEFORE    ––   how  far  would  you  go  to   right  the  wrongs  wrought  to  your  blood?  you  and  your  red  right  hand  of  vengeance  are  wound  up  and  itching  to  strike  before  you  can  even  place  a  face  or  a  name  to  your  target.  fury.  fury  in  the  way  your  body  shakes  at  night  under  a  cloak  of  invisibility.  how  many  sleepless  nights  does  it  take  to  alienate  yourself  from  everyone  who  ever  knew  you,  to  ward  off  anyone  who’d  ever  try?  you  hide  behind  your  coping  mechanisms  that  do  more  harm  than  good,  and  willfully  blind  yourself  in  doing  so.  you  would  do  anything,  anything,  anything,  to  make  it  right.  would  he  be  proud  to  see  you  bloody  both  hands?  would  that  make  it  right?  potter,  when  those  rose-colored  glasses  come  off,  what  do  you  see?  

AFTER    ––   the  truth  spills  out  in  bittersweet  twists  and  torrents.  almost  everyone  you  knew.  everyone  you  loved.  everyone  you  ever  loved.  and  you,  jerked  around  between  them  like  an  unwitting  jester.  did  they  have  to  try  hard  to  stifle  a  laugh  when  you  spoke  to  them  in  confidence?  they  made  a  mockery  out  of  you,  out  of  him,  but  you  helped  them  do  it.  the  game  is  over  because  you’ve  overturned  the  board.  a  finality  payed  for  by  the  ruin  of  your  old  life,  your  old  self.  you  roll  onto  your  back  and  stare  into  the  sun  for  the  first  time,  truly  seeing.  make  peace  with  lady  death,  and  let  her  come  to  you  on  her  own  terms.  you  live  for  yourself,  now.  rise  from  the  ashes,  dawn  bringer,  and  realize  :  unless  you  fight  for  something,  you  will  die  for  nothing.

TRACKLIST   –– 

001  red  right  hand  :  laura  marling    ––   on  a  gathering  storm  /  comes  a  tall  handsome  man  /  in  a  dusty  black  coat  /  with  a  red  right  hand 

002  in  your  world  :  muse    ––   i'm hurting you again / too lonely to pretend / like everything is new / i promise you to / blow it all away / in your world / no one is crying alone / in your world / no one is dying alone

003  one  way  or  another  :  until  the  ribbon  breaks    ––   one  way  or  another,  i'm  gonna  find  you  /  i'm  gonna  get  you  /  one  way  or  another,  i'm  gonna  win you  /  i'm  gonna  get  you,  get  you  /  one  way  or  another,  i'm  gonna  see  youI  /  i'm  gonna  meet  you  /  one  day,  maybe  next  week  /  i'm  gonna  meet  you,  i'm  gonna  meet  you

004  bloodhail  :  have  a  nice  life    ––   can't  you  see  it's  all  flown  out  of  my  hands?  /  and  our  clothes  are  all  too  often  ripped  /  and  our  teeth  are  all  too  often  gnashed  /  and  it  lasts  as  long  as  it  possibly  can  /  but  i  just  don't,  but  i  just  don't  accept  this  /  i  just  don't  accept  this  at  all  /  and  i  just  don't,  and  i  just  don't  accept  this  /  i  just  don't  accept  this  at  all

005  hiding  :  pianos  become  the  teeth    ––   and  i  know,  you  can't  stay  angry  forever,  or  so  i'm  told  /  but  the  house  gets  so  quiet  /  sitting  here  wishing  for  just  an  hour  or  two,  alone  with  you  /  well,  it's  always  too  personal,  /  always  too  close  to  comment  /  they  all  mention  how  tired  you  look  /  and  you  realize  you  haven't  said  a  word  in  hours  /  i  guess  it's  the  things  that  i  don't  say

006  telefony  :  have  a  nice  life    ––   if  science  is  half  the  man  it  says  it  is  /  then  i  can  build  it  /  the  machine  that  snaps  /  all  of  time  in  half  /  i  can  break  its  back  /  i  can  break  its  back  /  i  can  build  a  door  /  and  i  can  travel  through  /  you  don't  see  it  much  anymore,  but  /  but  surely  i  /  but  surely  i  /  if  i  could  just  hear  your  voice  /  if  i  could  just  hear  your  voice  /  but   i  don't  think  i  have  the  choice

007  stare  at  the  sun  :  thrice    ––   i  am  due  for  a  miracle  /  i'm  waiting  for  a  sign  /  i'll  stare  straight  into  the  sun  /  and  i  won't  close  my  eyes  /  ‘til  i  understand  or  go  blind

008  should  have  known  better  :  sufjan  stevens    ––   i  should  have  known  better  /  to  see  what  i   could  see  /  my  black  shroud  /  holding  down  my  feelings  /  a  pillar  for  my  enemies  /  i  should  have  wrote  a  letter  /  and  grieve  what  i  happen  to  grieve  /  my  black  shroud  /  i  never  trust  my  feelings  /  i  waited  for  the  remedy

009  never  is  a  promise  :  fiona  apple   ––   you'll  say  it  looks  as  though  i  might  give  up  this  fight  /  but  as  the  scenery  grows,  i  see  in  different  lights  /  the  shades  and  shadows  undulate  in  my  perception  /  my  feelings  swell  and  stretch,  /  i  see  from  greater  heights  /  i  realize  what  i  am  now  too  smart  to  mention  to  you  /  you'll  say  you  understand,  you'll  never  understand  /  i’ll  say  i'll  never  wake  up  knowing  how  or  why  /  i  don't  know  what  to  believe  in,  you  don't  know  who  i  am  /  you'll  say  i  need  appeasing  when  i  start  to  cry  /  but  never  is  a  promise  and  i'll  never  need  a  lie

010  backyard  skulls  :  frightened  rabbit    ––   here  lies  the  first  time  that  i  was  wrong  /  and  there  is  no  more  sign,  no  x's  mark  this  spot  /  the  ancient  encounters  with  foreign  skin  /  all  but  perished  by  now,  but  you  can't  erase  the  grin

011  ever  after  :  marianas  trench    ––   apologies, i'm  not  myself  but  i  can  guarantee  /  that  when  i  get  back,  you  won't  believe  /  that  you  knew  me  well  /  don't  want  to  think  about  it  /  i'm  fuckin'  tired  of  getting  sick  about  it  /  now  stand  back  up  and  be  a  man  about  it  /  and  fight  for  something,  fight  for  something,  fight  for  something

012  the  deepest  sighs,  the  frankest  shadows  :  gang  of  youths    ––   so  say  the  unsayable  /  say  the  most  human  of  things  /  and  if  everything  is  temporary  /  i  will  bear  the  unbearable  /  terrible  triteness  of  being  /  alone  in  my  house  /  frozen  away  /  but  don't  get  me  wrong  now,  honey  /  i'm okay

013  tonight,  tonight  :  the  smashing  pumpkins    ––   and  you  know  you're  never  sure  /  but  you're  sure  you  could  be  right  /  if  you  held  yourself  up  to  the  light  /  believe,  believe  in  me,  believe  /  in  the  resolute  urgency  of  now  /  we'll  make  things  right,  we'll  feel  it  all  tonight  /  we'll  find  a  way  to  offer  up  the  night  tonight  /  the  indescribable  moments  of  your  life  tonight  /  the  impossible  is  possible  tonight  /  believe  in  me  as  i  believe  in  you,  tonight

014  underneath  the  sycamore  :  death  cab  for  cutie    ––   we  were  both  broken  in  our  own  ways  /  sifting  through  the  rubble  for  the  wrong  things  /  i  know  you've  got  a  vengeful  heart  /  i  cannot  be  stopped  soon  as  i  start  /  but  you  have  seen  your  darkest  rooms  /  and  i  have  slept  in  makeshift  tombs  /  this  is  where  we  find  our  peace  /  this  is  where  we  are  released  /  we  are  the  same

[the-writer0456]

Orders

Sam x daughter

Might turn this into a series

"Josephine plat has been terminated." Y/n said into her head set. Staring down at the bloody body of her victim.

565 the assassin. That is what everyone she knew called her. "Well done 565. Move an to next mission, kill Sam Winchester." A robotic voice said to her. "Will report when mission is complete." Y/n replied. "Don't fail 565 or you will be terminated." "Yes Commander." Y/n said.

     In her mind she was an assassin, trained to kill anyone her commander told her to. So far she had killed over 35 people. She didn't ask why or even question who the person was. If the commander said so they would be killed.

     The real version of this is she was trained by her father and uncle on how to fight for the world and defend it against monsters but she was kidnapped and brain washed. So she had no memory of her family. Or that she's about to try to kill her father.

     The monster who kidnapped her knows. That's what all of the killing is leading up to. Y/n killing her father.

     People have tried to make y/n kill her family but every time she was snapped out of it before she could do any real harm. This time was different this time she would succeed, or so her commander thought.

     "565 what is your status." The robot voice asked. "I have located target and will terminate tonight." Y/n replied. "You must be carful with theses targets they are hard to kill. Can you handle it." Robot asked. "Yes commander." Y/n affirmed. "Good report to H.Q when mission is complete." The commander said before turning off.

     Y/n watched Sam and his brother from the camera she had installed while they were gone. She had also set up a van full of tech to track them and any other victims.

     "I don't know Sammy a ghost maybe it's a goul." The one called dean argues. "A goul that killed over 35 people, really dean. Gouls eat dead people." Sam replied. Wait a minute they were talking about her. Why would they be talking about her.

     Y/n looked back at her laptop screen and the younger Winchester was gone. Good Sam Winchester was making it easy for her to kill him.

     Y/n saw Sam go to a vending machine and get 2 knockoff cokes. Sam scoffed and rolled his eyes, reading the ingredients.

     Y/n crept up behind him gun in hand but she felt something hard and metal hit her head. Successfully knocking her out.

     "Are you sure this is the girl that been following us." Dean asked looking at 565 unconscious form on the ground. "Yeah it's her she's been following us since wheeler." Sam nodded his head back towards the roads that they had just driven on. "Do you know what she wants." "No I don't." Sam frowned He was always able to find info on cases they were on. "Well we just leave her here." Sam said. "Fine you get her." Dean walked back into the motel room. "Ugh fine." Sam grumbled. When Sam got a closer look at 565 he saw himself in her. Could this be his daughter that was kidnapped over 5 years ago. There was one sure way to find out her tattoo. Surly enough when Sam lifted her shirt there it was. In the same place as his daughters.

"Y/n." Tears were forming in Sam eyes. He had finally found his daughter. Sam quickly brought her back into the motel room. "D-dean it's h-her." Sam cried.

"Who." Dean asked. "I-it's y/n." Sam smiled. "What." Dean Face was surprised. "L-look at her tattoo." Sam lifted up y/n's shirt just enough to her anti-possession tattoo. "Oh god it's her, it's my y/n." Happy Tears started to form in deans eyes too. His smile was huge but it quickly left. "She was trying to kill you Sammy. Why would she do that." Something was wrong why would Sams daughter try to kill him. His once sweet child a killer Sam couldn't face that.

"What's wrong with her?" Sam wipes his tears. "She was just a kid when they kidnapped her. A lot of shit could've happened." Dean said. "Well we have to know what happened so we can help her." Sam added. He was trying to be strong for y/n. The only thing he knew how to do right now.

     Dean put a chair in the middle of the room and closed the blinds. So no one would think anything was happening in the room.

     Sam put y/n the chair and tied her hands behind her. Her feet were soon tied to.

     "Thing that will hold her." Dean asked. "I hope so." Sam frowned. This was hurting him and it was showing. His baby girl tied in a chair in front of him.

     "She'll be ok Sam." Dean griped Sam shoulder. "Yeah yeah I know." I broke his gaze on her. "I guess we just wait until she wakes up." Dean said. "I guess." Sam looked down.

     Dean knew this was hurting Sam but it was hurting him too. After all he helped raise y/n. Dean has been through the ups and downs. He loves her just as much as Sam does.

     While they were waiting Sam began to search y/n bag. In it he found her phone which had his and deans number but also a number that he didn't know. It was labeled commander.

"Hey dean look at this." Sam brought the phone to his brother. "What." Dean said. "Look at this." Sam replied bringing the phone closer to him. "Who's commander." Dean questioned. "I don't know we'll have to ask y/n when she wakes up.

     2 hours later y/n started to stir. She groaned because she had a massive headache. Which was understandable she did get hit in the head with a gun.

    "Hey hey y/n it's me dad." Sam touches her shoulder. Y/n growled. Sam removed his hand. "Sam Winchester must be terminated." Y/n said not breaking eye contact with Sam. She started to struggle against the ropes. "Sam Winchester must be terminated." She repeated.

     "Why sweetheart." Sam asked. Y/n remained silent. "Is it because of your commander said so." Dean asked. Y/n looked up but didn't say anything. "I'll take that as a yes." Dean said. Y/n glared at him.

     She was trained on how to survive torture. She was guessing this was one of the times she would  be tortured.

"Baby girl do you remember us." Sam asked. Terminate Sam Winchester. Is all that was going through y/n's mind. "Y/n!" Dean yelled. Her gaze shifted to him. She growled.

"We need to call Cas he'll know what to do." Something sounded familiar about the name Cas, cas Castiel That's it why does she know this. Y/n mind was becoming fuzzy. Suddenly her head had searing pain go through it. Y/n screamed. "Who is Castiel." Y/n gasped out before her head exploded with pain.

Soon Castiel appeared. "What is the problem dean." Cas asked. Dean pointed at y/n. "You found her." Cas exclaimed. He began to walk towards her. As he got closer y/n started to notice everything about him. His plain trench coat, his blue tie and eyes to match.

     All of the pain was her memory's coming back. Y/n started to struggle against the ropes again. "M-make it stop." She cried out. "Sam, dean what wrong with y/n." Cas asked. "We were hoping you could tell us." Dean said. "I see what I can do." Castiel put his pointer and index fingers on y/n four head. She tried to move her head but it was no use. Cas touched her she was unconscious.

Castiel removed his hand. "Well." Sam asked. "Sam y/n's mind has been tampered with. It is beyond my ability to heal her." Cas looked down her unconscious form. "I'm sorry." He finished. "I-it's fine." Sam rubbed his face with the palm of his hand.

     "You'll just have to slowly make her remember all of memories she lost." Castiel said. Then he vanished. "We should get her back to the bunker." Dean said moving towards y/n. "Ok I'll get everything ready." Sam walked off. If y/n wasn't fixed soon he would go insane, not literally.

     After the motel was put back together the Winchester's headed back to their home. Aka the bunker.

     She'll be fine. Sam kept telling himself. He wished it were true hopefully it was. For y/n's sake and Sams.

So this I'm proud of I hope you like it.

Yours truly Rebekah.