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[stardustjill]

Salt & Steel: A Winchester Awakening.

Contexte et informations importantes : Dans cette histoire, les frères Winchester, Castiel ainsi que Bobby Singer ne sont PAS m*rts. Nous nous situons après que Jack ait pris la place de Dieu au paradis et après la destruction de celui-ci.

Chapitre 1 :

Abigail avait encore fait ce rêve étrange. Ce rêve qui au départ lui semblait anodin, revenait à présent chaque nuit. Chaque nuit, elle entendait la voix de Dean Winchester qui lui disait qu’ils avaient tous besoin d’elle. Lui, son frère Sam, Bobby. Chacun d’entre eux. Pourtant dans son monde à elle : tous faisaient partie de sa série préférée, Supernatural. Ils n’étaient que des personnages fictifs. Abigail est une très grande fan de cette série, au point où elle ne louperait aucun épisode. Mais ces derniers temps elle se disait que peut-être, pour apaiser ses nuits, elle devrait ralentir et essayer d’autres activités.

Abigail est une jeune femme plutôt solitaire. Elle vit dans un petit appartement en Pennsylvanie et travaille en tant que serveuse dans un bar. Elle a un fort caractère et c’est un atout pour son métier. Sa beauté attirait les clients, mais les hommes restent des hommes. Ils ont peu de considération pour les femmes qui comme Abigail, travaillent en tant que serveuse. Cependant, certains habitués l’apprécient assez pour prendre sa défense face à certaines énergumènes. Elle appréciait ce geste, bien qu’elle savait très bien se défendre et ce depuis toujours, sans même savoir comment et pourquoi elle avait tant de force physique.

Après avoir repris ses esprits, elle soupire en pensant à la journée qu’il l’attendait. Son sommeil qui avait été encore une fois peu reposant ne l’aiderait pas mais il fallait bien qu’elle se lève. Abigail sort alors de son lit, déjà agacée alors que la journée venait à peine de commencer. Sur sa table de nuit, le réveil affiche « 6h20 » : ce qui la fait râler une nouvelle fois. La veille, elle n’avait pas pu rejoindre son lit avant 3h du matin. Elle avait donc à peu près dormi trois heures. Embrumée, Abigail essaie de se frayer un chemin à travers le bazar qu’est sa chambre. Tout son appartement en réalité. Elle est du genre désordonnée et se laisse très vite dépasser par ses nombreuses affaires : des livres, des carnets de dessins, des vêtements… Un tas de choses.

« Je devrais vraiment ranger tout ce bordel sinon je vais me péter une jambe un de ces jours » se dit-elle.

Tout en baillant, elle se dirige vers sa salle de bain et arrose son visage pour se réveiller. Puis elle se regarde dans le miroir. Ses cheveux châtains étaient tout emmêlés et de larges cernes étaient présentes sous ses yeux bleus. Toutes les autres filles se maquilleraient pour cacher ça, mais pas Abigail. Elle détestait se couvrir de maquillage et préférait amplement gagner du temps sur sa journée plutôt que de passer une heure, voir plus, à se pomponner. Pour Abigail, c’était simplement une perte de temps. Aujourd’hui, elle devait rejoindre une de ses amies, June, dans un parc avant de commencer son service du soir. Il était encore tôt, et elle savait que son amie était encore en train de dormir à poings fermés. Il lui reste alors assez de temps devant elle pour prendre sa douche, son petit déjeuner habituel et de trouver une autre activité que de regarder sa série favorite… « - Ugh, pourquoi je fais ce rêve ? Ça n’a aucun sens. Je pourrais pas rêver d’autre chose… Je sais pas moi, comme les gens normaux ? ».

Abigail se parle à elle-même, comme souvent. June était sa seule amie. La seule personne avec qui elle arrivait à parler et à partager de bons moments. June était aussi la personne qui lui avait conseiller d’essayer de regarder d’autres séries, de faire d’autres choses. De s’éloigner le plus possible de cet univers qu’Abigail aimait tant. Parfois, cela provoquait même des disputes entre les deux jeunes femmes. Mais June trouvait toujours un moyen pour garder Abigail à ses côtés, pour la convaincre qu’elle voulait seulement son bien.

7h30 du matin. Il reste au moins deux bonnes heures à Abigail avant que June se réveille et que toutes les deux puissent se téléphoner, comme tous les matins. Pour changer, Abigail se dit qu’elle pourrait écouter la radio et essayer de dessiner quelque chose. Dehors, le temps est morose. Il fait gris, il pleut : comme dirait Abigail dont le langage est peu correct, un « temps de merde ». La pluie tape doucement sur les vitres des fenêtres de son appartement, dans un rythme presque régulier. Le genre de choses qui font divaguer la jeune femme. Elle augmente légèrement le volume de sa radio, sans qu’il ne soit trop fort. Elle ne voudrait pas réveiller ses voisins qui sont soit trop curieux, soit qui ne l’appréciaient déjà pas. Au son du rock’n’roll qui résonne doucement dans son salon, Abigail s’était posée sur son canapé. Carnet en mains, elle dessine quelques croquis de ce fameux rêve répétitif. Peut-être qu’un jour, elle aurait sa carrière d’artiste et qu’elle vendrait des fan art par milliers ! C’est ce qu’Abigail se disait souvent pour se réconforter. Tandis qu’elle était concentrée sur son dessin, sa radio se mit soudainement à grésiller, de plus en plus fort. « - Sûrement des interférences à cause de la pluie, ma radio est vieille », se dit Abigail. Mais à travers ces grésillements, une voix finit par se faire entendre. Abigail reconnaît cette voix et sous le choc : elle laisse son carnet tomber au sol. « - Bon sang qu’est-ce que c’est que ce bordel ?? ».

C’était la voix d’un de ses héros préféré : Dean Winchester. Pour être sûre qu’elle n’était pas encore dans un énième rêve, Abigail se pince, se mets une petite gifle. Mais cette fois-ci, ce n’était pas un rêve. Abigail était bel et bien réveillée.

« - Abigail, Abigail réveilles-toi ! C’est moi Dean. Ouais, Dean Winchester à l’appareil. Réveilles-toi bon sang. Tu sais cette série que t’aimes tant, Supernatural ? C’est pas pour rien que tu l’aimes autant. Tu en fais partie. Tu as été plongée dans le coma après qu’on ait affronté une bande de démons. Castiel n’arrête pas d’essayer de te faire revenir, mais il n’y arrive pas. Tu es la seule qui peut y arriver et putain, méfies toi de June. C’est elle qui te tient dans cet univers parallèle. Ce n’est pas ton amie, ce n’est pas celle que tu crois, elle… »

Sa voix s’arrête nette. Plus de grésillements, la musique de la radio était revenue. Abigail se demande si elle n’est pas en train de perdre la tête et reste scotchée sur son canapé. Qu’est-ce que tout ça voulait dire ? Faire un rêve récurant sur sa série préférée était déjà assez étrange pour elle. Mais maintenant, elle l’entendait même lorsqu’elle était éveillée ? Et si tout ça était réel…? Ses pensées sont coupées par la sonnerie de son téléphone, elle le prend et sur l’écran s’affiche le nom de celle qu’elle considère encore comme son amie malgré ce qu’elle vient d’entendre : June.

[ultrakeencollectionbreadfan]

Star Trek: Visit to a Weird Planet.

First published in Spockanalia fanzine volume 3, 1968.

Basically, SPN's "The French Mistake" before The French Mistake. They made ones for TNG and Voyager, too, but I haven't been able to find them. Any help would be appreciated.

[raptor-claw]

’the french mistake’ is just such a funny episode. the writers really went “let’s put supernatural in supernatural, so we can supernatural while we supernatural” and it’s amazing.

[bobwess]

Ah so I’ll send it here, it’s a brioche lemon/vanilla french toast.

Honestly it’s so good, better than regular french toast for sure

I feel like it is rude not to share these french toast recipes people sent me for my Wait for the Ricochet SPN fic. I absolutely cheated and just breezed over the details of the recipes, but now YOU can make it.

[imaginaryprotagonist]

IT . IS . WRITTEN

F**k the Network! on A03 (teen audiences and up)

Enjoy!

@samwinjester, @cuntyqueerleondraisaitl, @babyjaans, @psyche-hero, @chevroletdean, @deanscrush, @letthemsayfuck, @ehgood-enough, @reyolfx, @thefamousspannerintheworks, @pingunaa

Fic prompt: The French Mistake but Dean realizes the network has tried to censor his bisexuality and he is PISSED!

[aylacavebear]

My Favorite Stories

I've read so many amazing stories on here by amazing authors. I've been meaning to make a post so I can keep them in one spot, and, of course, share them easily with all of you.

There were far more of you than I realized. lol Enjoy everyone and feel free to recommend any fics you think I might enjoy in the comments.

Supporting Writers <3

@spnexploration - Pack - A/B/O - Collared

@zepskies - Smoke Eater - first one of hers I read. - Dean Master List - everythings good.

@dean-winchester-is-a-warrior - Master List Dean - Green is My Favorite Color - Things Learned & Unlearned

@holylulusworld - Honestly, anything by them. Amazing writer. Lots of A/B/O stuff too.

@luci-in-trenchcoats - Master List Dean - Series lots to choose from. Read The Ranger first. Amazing series. A/B/O - Feral A/B/O - The Dark Lord

@artyandink - Old Fashioned - Amoralism

@queen-of-deans-booty - Right After All - Deadly Proposal Lots of amazing things to read on their master list.

@yet-another-deanw-girl - The Prophecy

@jollyhunter - Master List - Daily Dean Winchester

@ambiguous-avery - Chasing Shadows - A MUST READ!

@my-stories-vault - Dean Winchester Series Purgatory & The Supernatural Wars are amazing!!

@maddie0101 - Rodeo Nights

@kazsrm67 - Dean Winchester Series I have SOOOO many more to read on here. lol

@angels-silhouette - Ten Years Gone

@bewitchedfaeyrie - The French Mistake (I think is the title)

@jessjad - Rightfully Deceived

@girls-alias - Master List Dean Fics I recommend Dean's Dream - Djinn, which is excellent.

@stusbunker - Never Doubt The Best Man - Known

@k-slla - Master List Several excellent fics to read.

@waywardxwords - Master List Several excellent fics to read.

@deanbrainrotwritings - Master List Dean Fics

@julesthequirky - The Choice

@notinthislife50 - Dean Masterlist

@deanwritings - Master List - The Guest House I recommend Night Falls - Excellent. Lots to read though.

@impala-dreamer - Good Vibrations They have a lot of other great fics too.

@layce2015 - Supernatural Rewrite

@deanwanddamons - Mechanic & Mistletoe

@pink-sparkly-witch - Can't Fight This Feeling A/B/O

@nescaveckwriter - Paintbrushes & Romance I couldn't find the master list link for this story. It's beautiful and so worth the read.

@whimsyfinny - Master List Recommend both series they have written. Amazing.

@alexsoenomel - Dean Master List Pretty sure I read everything on here, lol.

@maximumkillshot - When You Call A/B/O I also read a lot of what they wrote. lol

@spnhunter4life - So Long

@meowmeow-motherfucker - The Fox & The Squirrel

@winchesterfanatic1967 - Master List - Recommend Picking Up the Pieces I've read a lot of these. Amazing.

@fanfictionalraven - Master List Recommend - Piece By Piece & Dream Warriors - excellent

@winchesterwild78 - Unexpected Hunter

@dwonfilm - Come Hell or High Water

@jawritter - When the Lights Go Out Other amazing fics on their master list, including A/B/O

@brightlilith - In Another Universe

@acreativelydifferentlove - Carry On A/B/O

@thelibrarylesstrektraveled - To The Victor A/B/O

@sofreddie - New World Order A/B/O

@lila-lou - Taking Her In

@kittenofdoomage - Neiras - oneshot but excellent

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[golbrocklovely]

outsiders // colin and penelope

A/N: i know this is unlike anything i've posted before on here. i'll be honest, idk how else to explain this other than i direly need to see luke newton play a vampire, so this is about as good as it's gonna get until then. this is also very vaguely based off of a tweet that said this picture of polin makes them look like a cunty vampire couple and you know what??? they ain't wrong about that lol i used direct lines from the show, particularly in the drinking scene with the boys and the carriage love confession (which will be in part two). there are also some quotes and line sprinkled throughout that are similar to those in the show/book. but most of the dialogue is not from the show/book directly. also this is the first time i've ever written a fanfic using characters rather than real ppl… well minus a spn fanfic i never finished. so, please be kind since it's all fiction anyway. hope you enjoy and lmk what you think :)

prompt: Colin is trying to deal with the fact that he is not only in love with his best friend, but that he is incredibly lost as to who he is as a person. It also doesn't help that he's a monster; a vampire. Pen just wants her freedom, her ability to be Whistledown without anymore people finding out. And in her mind, Debling is the solution to her problem. But one fateful night brings Penelope and Colin together in ways they never imagined.

trigger warning: jealous!colin, protective!colin, AU!vampire, the entire bridgerton family are vampire, colin's friends are dicks lol, formal english (but that's a given), vampire powers, manipulation, ANGSTY AS HELL, idiots to lovers (not until part two), somewhat of a cliff hanger but not really since the next part will be out soon, mentions of blood/blood drinking

word count: 3054

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Colin knew deep within himself that going out with Fife and the rest of his so-called friends was a mistake. Mostly because his mind was preoccupied tonight, many thoughts swirling around him; all of which pertained to a certain red head he had known since childhood. The mistake was thinking that he could relax while being around these exhausting men and their childish ways.

However he really did need some revelry after what he witnessed during the day.

When he walked into the library party and caught Pen with Debling, smiling and laughing at whatever he was saying, his blood boiled. A permanent frown etched into his face and had stayed there the entirety of the day.

"Say, what ails you, Bridgerton? Are you not enjoying your night?"

Colin turned to Stanton, blinking slowly. He took a swig of his drink, shaking his head. "I am well. Please continue with your story."

Stanton smirked, turning back to the table, "On my Grand Tour, I encountered this Greek girl in the Balkans. My bear leader..."

Colin zoned out again, unable to truly listen much longer to the men's stories of different conquests they had over the summer. His mind was still reeling, his thoughts ever consumed by the image of Penelope. Of their shared kiss. Of his constant reoccurring dreams of her and him. 

"She sounds like the young woman who made my time in the French Quarter worth the length of the voyage. Much to offer upstairs, and I do not mean her mind." Lord Wilding motioned with his hands, causing all three men to burst into laughter. Colin sighed, staring at the ground for a moment.

Fife looked up at Colin, "What about you, Bridgerton? You were gone for quite a while. I am sure the girls of summer made your trip quite... fulfilling?"

The gentlemen chortled, and Colin could feel them all eyeing him, waiting for an answer. "I did tell you my story of the contessa, did I not?"

"Yes, but you did not give details." Stanton whined.

Colin half-heartedly smiled, "Well, a gentleman must keep some things to himself."

Wilding pffted, "Oh, come now. I do not see a gentleman amongst us."

"I concur with you there." Colin shook a finger at them. The gentlemen gave him a quizzical look, freezing him for a moment. "Oh, forgive me… But it is tiring, is it not? The necessity imposed on us to remain cavalier about the one thing in life that holds genuine meaning. Do you not find it lonely?"

Colin gazed upon the men, hoping to see agreeing eyes; but instead the table chuckled at his expense. He sat back in his chair, defeated.

"This wouldn't have anything to do with a certain Featherington girl, now would it?" Fife teased, his glazed eyes staring at Colin's face.

"You know, Bridgerton? Congratulations are in order. I heard that apparently Debling plans to propose to her." Stanton raised his glass, "The marriage mart whisperer actually made a match. Cheers."

"May God have mercy on that poor man's soul." Wilding whispered, finishing his drink.

Colin narrowed his eyes, "I beg your pardon?"

"I know you have a fondness for the girl, but I cannot fathom what type of wife she would be. I would never marry a Featherington, but especially Penelope." Wilding remarked, almost disgusted.

"Maybe that's why Debling plans to travel for years." Fife quipped.

"Well, like your lady in the French Quarter, she at least has a lot to offer upstairs." Stanton snickered.

Colin leapt to his feet, his chair slamming to the floor. His hands were clenched tightly at his sides as his anger raged through him. His red eyes shot up, glaring deeply into the gentlemen's souls, captivating them instantly.

"You will never speak about Penelope or the Featheringtons ever again. And if ever asked about them, you will say nothing but the kindest of words." Colin grunted, his gaze shifting from man to man, "If I ever hear you speak badly about her or her family again, I will tear your throat out with my teeth. Your trivial existence will be ended, and the ladies of the Ton will be better for it... Know this as true, but forget I said this."

The gentlemen blinked rapidly, clearing their throats and looking at each other confused. Fife glanced behind Colin, "What happened to your chair?"

Colin smoothed out his vest, calming himself, "Oh, it must have fallen over when I stood up. Goodbye gentlemen, I am growing rather tired of this night."

~~~

Colin had the privilege of being born a vampire; and with that privilege came the ability to manipulate those around him. However, there were only two types of people he couldn't manipulate: other vampires - which really only applied to his family since he knew of no others - and those he was in love with. That applied to all the Bridgerton siblings. It was their own little family quirk, as they so lovingly called it. In a way, it kept everyone in check. Because they knew out of everyone in the Ton, the people they loved couldn't fall victim to their ability.

But luckily for everyone in the Ton, the Bridgertons were a good family. Violet had taught her children to seldom use their ability, and the children all followed suit. Hyacinth and Gregory did occasionally use it on the maids in the house, so that he could get extra sweets or she, the latest issue of Whistledown before bed; but for the most part all of the Bridgerton siblings fell in line with Violet's beliefs. 

While most of the Bridgertons enjoyed being vampires, Colin did not. Maybe it was because he was battling with himself over who he truly was. All this did was make him feel even more like an outsider. He wanted to be normal, to be known and loved for who he is, but how could he? He was a monster.

And now this monster, deeply annoyed by the past couple weeks of events, was on the search for blood.

Colin did not enjoy hunting. In the day, when he couldn't hunt, it was easier to forget what he was. But at night, his cardinal urges always came to the surface. 

Hunting on the poorer side of London wasn't challenging. There was always someone out and about. And Colin only needed a little bit of blood. None of them ever killed; the rule was only take what you need and leave no trace. And they were all excellent at that.

The worst that could happen was being caught by authorities. Or even worse, somehow ending up in Lady Whistledown.

Colin lurked around a corner, waiting impatiently for a passerby. He glanced at the printer shop, the light inside telling him someone was there. He needed to move further away, in case those inside would hear his victim if they were to scream out suddenly.

He casually walked down the cobblestone street, his sense of smell picking up someone near. It was a woman; that he was sure of.

He knew he should have just drank from the prostitutes, the ones he couldn't even bring himself to sleep with tonight. But he didn't like the idea of drinking from them. They oddly had shown him kindness, something he couldn't even acquire from his friends.

A woman rounded the corner. She was young, and her dark black hair was slightly unkempt. Colin rushed over to her, their eyes meeting instantly. The only sound she was able to make was a small gasp.

"Don't be scared, Miss . This will be over quickly. I'm just so...." he swallowed hard, "hungry."

Colin cupped the woman's face, turning her head so her neck was more on display. His fangs grew, his mouth watering at the thought of blood. Her pulse had quicken when he rushed her, her blood now calling his name. He sunk his teeth in, moaning as the liquid poured into his mouth. He closed his eyes, his thoughts shifting slowly back to familiar ones...

Penelope. 

He hated admitting it, but he had wanted to drink from Pen. His dreams not only consisted of touching her in the most inappropriate ways or confessing that their kiss was all he thought about; it was how he longed to bite her neck, taste her salty skin and rich blood. He knew she would be heavenly, but he never allowed himself to ponder on it too long. These were fantasies after all. She would never, ever find out what he was. And he would not damn her to a life like this.

He groaned against the woman's neck, lapping up spilt blood. Penelope was haunting him, even in real life. How was it that he could smell her, even right now? Even with his mouth on a different woman's neck, drinking her life essence, was he able to feel Pen's presence? It's like he could hear her say his name.

Colin glanced up, the printer shop illuminating the archway leading onto the street. A short person stood frozen, watching him. 

He froze too, his eyes focusing on the figure. The woman in his arms slurred incoherently. His eyes connected with her for a split second, telling her to forget what occurred and to go home. He pushed her off down a separate street, his eyes remaining on the silhouette.

He took a whiff of the air, his eyes widening.

The person ran the opposite way, racing back towards a carriage nearby. Colin made it there long before they could, grabbing them by the shoulders and pushing them up against the wall. His hand covered their mouth instantly, staring deep into the blue eyes he was captivated by since childhood.

"Penelope?"

~~~

Penelope had known the Bridgertons were vampires for years. While she might have met Colin first, Eloise had been her closest friend; mostly because it took Pen a while to really strike up the courage to actually talk to Colin. But when Eloise and her were young, outside and playing in her mother's garden, El casually told her what she was. At first, Pen didn't believe her. Who would believe such a thing without proof? El suddenly waltzed up to a butler nearby and told him to start doing a dance for her, and he did. The girls laughed at the sight, and from that moment on, Pen knew.

She never asked questions, but she was curious as to what vampires were really like. El wouldn't confirm anything to her, understandably wanting to keep some things private. And once Lady Whistledown rose to power in the Ton, El was even more hush about vampirism. Pen could tell she was nervous about her family's secret getting out there. But Pen assured her that Whistledown would never write on such a thing, otherwise she would become the laughingstock of Mayfair.

And now with El completely ignoring her because of Whistledown, she hoped that El understood that statement still rang true. While she would write about what everyone was talking about, no one but her knew their real secret. She would never share it, even if her and Eloise were no longer close.

The carriage came to a stop, the footman opening her door swiftly. She stepped out, the newest addition of Whistledown in her hand. She smirked as she read it over, noting how many in the Ton were speaking on her and Debling's possible engagement. While Pen did not enjoy being the center of attention, she did enjoy knowing that the sniveling mamas of the Ton were wrong about her.

Not only was Penelope courted, she was going to get married. That is, assuming she accepted Debling's proposal. Or that he actually planned to ask her mother tomorrow.

A life with Debling seemed... fine, to her. And if that's all she could get, she would take it. She wanted a love filled marriage, that was true; but maybe time would change that. It's possible that Debling one day might love her. Or that she may grow to fully accept what she had.

Part of her hated admitting it, but her feelings for Colin were still there too. But she accepted that reality as a fantasy and nothing more. Somehow, vampires were real, but Colin reciprocating her feelings wasn't. 

God had a very wicked sense of humor.

She walked down the street, turning the corner to the printer shop. When she raised her hand to knock, something caught her eye. She gazed down the street, two figures stood out in the open. It appeared to be a man and a woman. She squinted her eyes, watching them. The man cupped the woman's jaw, burying his face into her neck. Pen blushed at the notion. She had thoughts similar to that of her and Colin. Dreams, even. But to see two people doing something like that, so out in the open, was very scandalous to her. She wanted to look away, but curiosity got the better of her.

The couple swayed into the light unintentionally, and Pen's eyes widened.

The man's mouth was latched onto the woman's neck, and she was limp in his arms. It almost appeared like he was biting her. As she took in the man, she noted his dark brown coat. His tall stature and quaffed hair were familiar to her. It almost looked like...

"Colin?" She whispered.

The man looked up, locking eyes with Pen. She gasped, seeing his face for the first time. Dear Lord in Heaven, it was Colin. His mouth was stained red from blood and his fangs were prominent, even from such a distance away.

Her heart raced, and she knew she needed to get out of there, now.

She spun on her heel, running back to the carriage. Before she was able to get remotely close, her body was pushed up against the wall, her mouth covered.

"Penelope?" Colin hissed, his red eyes almost glowing in the dark.

She studied his face, taking in the features she had yet to see of him. His eyes were the most surprising, but his fangs were shocking up close.

"I am going to remove my hand. Please don't scream." He moved his hand slowly, her face feeling hot from his skin touching hers. "What are you doing out here?"

"I could ask you the same question, Colin." Pen argued.

"It is none of your concern, Pen. Whatever you saw..." Colin fought to speak, "was not what it looks like."

Pen suddenly became aware of the Whistledown papers in her hand, "Well, if that's the case, then I should be heading back home."

"You didn't answer my question. Why are you-" He began.

She cut him off, trying to sidestep him. "Colin, I need to-"

"What is that in your hand?" He questioned, pointing down.

Her blood ran cold. "W-What?"

Colin grabbed the papers from Pen's hands before she could stop him, her heart dropping instantly.

He gazed at the papers, reading over the words hastily. She backed up, her body hitting the wall. His stare hardened, eyes watering. "You're... Whistledown."

The hurt in his eyes, his voice, made Pen instantly tear up, "Colin, please I can-"

Colin backed away from her, "I cannot believe this. How could you?"

Pen wiped away her tears, "I am terribly sorry, Colin. Please let me expl-" 

"No, no. I do not want your explanation. What is there to explain? Clearly you are the one who has been writing such horrid things about my family. I cannot believe you would do this to us. To El." He choked out, "To me."

She begged, "Colin, let me explain myself."

"On top of being Whistledown, you come out here in the middle of the night to do your dealings. Unchaperoned, and presumably with no one knowing where you are. You could seriously get hurt! Not only could you ruin your reputation, but you could be harmed. How can you be so careless, Penelope?" He furrowed his brow, his eyes boring into hers.

Pen hated being talked down to. Who was Colin to act so scared for her safety, or her reputation for that matter? He was a vampire, for God's sake. She spat, "The only thing out here that seems to be harmful is you, Colin."

She knew she made a grave mistake. Damn her mouth.

Colin's eyes glowered at her, his body tensing. "What did you say?"

"I-I," Pen took a moment, gathering the courage to speak. "I saw you, Mr. Bridgerton. You weren't simply... caressing some random woman on the street. You were feeding on her. You're a vamp-"

He glared into her soul, demanding, "You are going to forget we had this conversation. You are going to forget what you saw moments ago. You are going to go home. Now."

Pen copied his gaze, shaking her head. "Who are you to tell me what to do? Have you gone mad?"

This was a terrible time to find out that Colin was, in fact, in love with Penelope. He knew he was, but the timing of it all really could not have been worse.

Colin growled, walking up to Pen's carriage door and opening it for her. "Get inside, Penelope. We will talk about this on the way back to your home."

"How can I trust to get in a carriage with you? Are you still hungry?" She sassed, her hands on her hips.

He lowered his gaze, his eyes darkening. "Do not make me force you inside."

Her skin felt hot suddenly, his tone hitting deep within her body. She had never seen Colin like this, and she wasn't sure what to make of it.

Her mind was cautious, nervous. But her body... felt something else entirely.

She sighed, stepping inside her carriage with the help of Colin. He followed her in, sitting across from her. He called out to the footman to go to the Featherington residence.

"Take the long way, please." Colin sat back against the seat, staring at Pen.

"Make a stop at the Bridgerton's house first... please." She called out. The footmen acknowledged their commands, and Colin rolled his eyes at her petty attempt of control. She squirmed under his gaze, unable to make eye contact with him.

He asked bitingly. "Should you start or should I?"

|| Part 2 >>

[seanwinchester]

20 Fanfic Author Questions

oh boy, thank you @quietwingsinthesky for the tag <3 this ought to be quick (and unentertaining) as I've only ever written a handful of fic, but here we go

1. How many works on AO3?

only 2 for now. I've got a couple more drabbles on my tumblr but that's it

2. Total AO3 Word Count?

1,843 (maybe one day I'll manage to write sth longer than 1,5k... dare I say even reach 5k? one can only hope)

3. Top 5 2 fics by Kudos

Brother? Brother. has more kudos than you're an angel, i'm a dog for less hits, which I suspect has something to do with the difference in filthiness level (lol)

4. What fandoms do you write for?

Spn/spn rpf only (though I've had ideas for other media, I've just never been passionate enough about those to write them)

5. Do you respond to comments?

I do! (it's not like I get thousands of them lol)

6. Angstiest Ending?

well between the two, definitely you're an angel, i'm a dog

7. Fic with the Happiest Ending?

... the other one. though both of these are one shots/single scenes and not full stories, so there's no real beginning nor end

8. Do you get hate?

not famous enough to <3

9. Do you write smut?

yep, one if not both of these are smut, and I've got a couple more smutty wips on the stove

10. Do you write crossovers?

I haven't yet but I've thought about it. I told @liamgallaghermpreg about a spn x shameless crossover idea once, and a couple years ago I wanted to write a spn x twilight crack fic but I never got around to finish it. I'm rewatching gilmore girls currently though, so that might be something fun to explore :)

11. Ever had a fic stolen?

not that I know of

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, but as I am a translator myself, I did think about translating my own fics. The only problem is... that writing smut in french feels awkward af lmao. I can't do it Also spn is just so American™ in my head that I can't think of them speaking french. It's too weird

13. Have you ever co-written a fic?

I haven't, but I'm open to try it if the opportunity arises

14. All time favourite ship?

you already know it, wincest my beloved <3. j2 is a very close second though

15. WIPs you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I have plenty of doomed wips on my phone and laptop but I've only ever posted finished stuff for now, so no publicly available ones

16. Writing strengths?

I think my dialogue is alright, or at least it's getting there (it really depends from fic to fic)

17. Writing Weaknesses?

intricate descriptions and emotions in english. It's like I always forget every word I know and suddenly I'm googling shit like "expressions for sad", "words to describe light", "how do you say [insert french word] in english" (> and I end up not liking how the equivalent sounds so I have to find another way to say the thing). a nightmare I'm telling u

18. Thoughts on mixed language dialogue?

not against it on principle, but it has to be done right. I probably wouldn't try to pull it off in a language I can't speak. I only remember reading one fic with mixed french and english dialogue and it felt weird and unatural bc the author clearly didn't speak french, and the words they chose to translate wouldn't necessarily be the kind of words french people would say in their native language when speaking english.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Spn, my one and only <3

20. Favourite fic you’ve ever written?

I was pretty proud of you're an angel, i'm a dog when I posted it, I think some lines in it are great, and it features a kink I've wanted to explore for a long time. Though I think my best fic is one I haven't finished yet

I really don't know who to tag for this lol. let's go with @liamgallaghermpreg, @according2thelore, @hellhoundlair, @allthebestcowboyshavedaddyissues, @spnyuri, @schizosamwincester and as usual whoever else wants to! took me so long to answer all these questions but it was fun and i'm curious to see what the mutuals have to say hehe

[roublardise]

tag game - 20 questions for fic writers

YAAAY thank you for the tag @dogearedheart i love talking about my own stuff 💕

i'm unlocking some secret fanfic facts about myself that only two people know about!!

.

1. how many works do you have on ao3?

17 i can't believe it.... only 6 on my spn pseud which is my main one at this point

2. what's your total ao3 word count?

107 433 😳

3. what fandoms do you write for?

i only write for spn rn. the 11 other ao3 fics are from my vld era, and they keep getting kudos it means so much to me.... tho it's not my best works lmao i'm glad it still resonates with some people especially bc i wrote them for trans & autistic teenagers and like, you go ily

now, here's the secret facts: before ao3 and writing fics in english, i wrote many things in french. my main fandoms were Yuri!!! on Ice (i was in the french trenches!!) and Notre-Dame de Paris (the book & musical)

4. top five fics by kudos

i'm done taking the vld fics into account, so it's only spn stats:

You therefore must be perfect, as your heavenly Father is perfect

It's new - the shape of your body

The Way Home

amidst ashes and feathers

here come the fallen, here come the failed ones

5. do you respond to comments?

i can't really say i do 😔 i TRY to, and sometimes i DO!! i used to reply to some on ff.net and i loved discussing with readers & other writers, but it's very time consuming and i already don't get much writing time anymore

so i take a while especially to longer comments bc i wanna give it justice? idk. i already struggle a lot with responding to my besties' texts so yeh ao3 comments aren't my priority unfortunately. they do mean everything to me and i screenshot them and read them and reread them and read them again like 😭😭

6. what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

hmmm i think it's my unfinished french Yuri!!! on Ice fic lmao. the ending is still in the drafts but it's very bittersweet bc the main relationship doesn't like, fall in love together and all. i play with that trope of "i'm not gonna fall in love!! *does anyway*" with an aro character and they will not, in fact, fall in love.

but the other character will with someone else and so it's this change of relationship that can get pretty heartbreaking still, bc something is still ending. well, more like evolving into smth else but a huge part of what they've shared is kinda lost and it's sad (<- fic written by a situationship survivor)

7. what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

amidsts ashes and feathers TO ME!!! The Way Home's pretty happy as well but blablabla they kiss romance whatever, it's an easy answer.

now my Mary's fic is about finding community and she starts to collect every part of herself to be herself and she finally feels welcome somewhere 💕 pretty open ending and it's not much about reconnecting with dean & sam it's about taking steps yipeee

8. do you get hate on fics? i haven't gotten any so far!

not a big enough fanfic writer for this

9. do you write smut?

i've never done it in english.... YET 😏 if/when i drop my bela x meg you'll see. things happen!

i can't really say i've done it in french either tbh bc i never went super explicit but i did write many kinky scenes at this point so it's like. very sensual at least.

10. craziest crossover?

i don't do crossovers

12. have you ever had a fic translated?

not by someone else, but i've translated a few of my own things from french to english!

13. have you ever co-written a fic before?

yes!! i wrote a three-chapter thingy with @littlehaize that i think we deleted bc it was 10 years ago LMAO. it was very fun to do!

14. all-time favorite ship?

well...... no one will ever be destiel. however it's a fanfic ask and i do not write them much, so my fondness goes for sapphic ships and ships that are not canon. always been a rarepair girlie (gn)

15. what's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

oh for sure my dean & sam portraits. i had actually started a kind of sequel to You therefore must be perfect, as your heavenly Father is perfect, that was like, "From the same soil we've grown and yet he doesn't know"

GOOD stuff in there, but it was back in 2021. since then my spn takes have changed so even if i took it back up i'd have to rewrite it from scratch + i'm not super interested in it anymore. i started this at a specific time in my life, and now i'm onto new things, different issues, same themes but different takes!

16. what are your writing strengths?

poetic prose!! it's about creating emotions and imageries.... lots of my fics are character studies for a reason, i just like exploring ideas and that's what i've been doing for the longest time

17. what are your writing weaknesses?

worldbuiling LMAO. do NOT look too closely into my fics' timeline and chronology, i try my best but there's also a point where i stop trying. sometimes everything is vague bc it says smth with the story and/or bc it goes with the genre, but also bc it's vague in my own head

18. thoughts on dialogue in another language?

i did that!! i think sometimes it's a better choice depending what the story is saying, like slipping some foreign language than one character speak and not the other to say smth (show what a character is still too afraid to say / it's hot / etc). in The Way Home i tried to insert actual ASL in some dialogues, and it felt important both for the disabled rights and bc like, bilingual life sometimes you have the right word in one language and not the other (and again, it says smth)

sometimes it's not quite relevant to actually write it down in the language, just mentioning what it is is enough. different choices for different contexts and stories 🤷‍♂️

19. favorite fic you've written?

The Way Home 💖 i love amidst ashes and feathers so much i have to mention it as well. but ultimately i have a fondness for longer stories bc i have very few of them!! The Way Home is a first in that regard, longest finished work of mine. i spent 3 years with this story and it's gonna be forever with me just like the city i left behind when i posted the last chapter :) it means a lot on a personal level

20. tagging: @littlehaize 🫶

[self-loathing-angel-of-thursday2]

Beautiful Spouse’s Rewatch Thoughts SPN 13x19 Funeralia 

“Oh hey bitch” “Did we see her last episode?”

“Her drink is purple” “Who the hell is this guy? He’s fkn stacked” laughter

“Um hello” laughter

“Her phone has a headphone jack. I wonder what it is. iPhone 6 maybe?” “what the fuck is happening? It’s not her party, but she’s the only one dancing. I don’t understand what’s going on” “wait. That’s the person she gave the purse to. Is the purse ok? I want to know what’s in the purse.” laughter “ok” “what time is it anyway?” “he went from drinking coffee to drinking beer.” “wait a second” laughter

“How does he not plow through a ball handler joke without laughing at himself?” “you done swallowing yet Sam? Fuck he swallows everything he sees” “middle aged man walking through a child’s playground with a knife. Excellent” “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone ride a rail like that.” “that’s not ominous” “He’s fkn coping on that horse thing” “It’s almost like heaven is only 2 sets” “what the fuck” “I didn’t realize Idaho is the Gem State” “idk if I’ve ever been to Idaho.” “that’s not creepy at all” “why would you keep a warm cheeseburger? Put that in the fridge” “is she watching them jerk off or what?” “Maybe the reapers are into that sort of thing. Idk” “is he like a robot or some shit/“ “LaVeau is the Frenchiest name I’ve ever seen” “Just channel your inner angry French man and pronounce the name. You end up grunting since there’s nothing left to pronounce.” “CFO? Fuck her. SHe’s worth too much money anyway. Eat the rich” “how do we know that?” “You just happen to pull that out of your ass in that exact moment? Quite the ass” “Jessica has the same timbre as Eileen. She’s also unique to look at” “that’s a lot of blood” “She’s burning people she doesn’t like and the reapers coming to get them?” “His name was Collin” “That skirt looks really soft’ “Go wash your fkn hair bro” “I thought she said she’ll text you in a dress not an address” “Is this dude a golem or something?” “just knife this bitch. Come on now” “a few holes? Like your eyes and your mouth or what?” “paperwork” “9? We’ve killed them all? It’s that easy?” Keep in mind that Cas killed like thousands of angels

“You’re all a bunch of dicks, anyway. It’s fine” “sounds like a whole other show. Hell yeah brother. Let’s see it. I want that show” “Anyone ever turn that into fanfic?” “This looks like some random bar in Vegas” “Would Crowley be stuck in another dimension’s empty?” “really?” “Ya’ll be through so much together. You’re going to point a gun at her/“ “who the fuck are these people?” “what the hell is this pink dumpster?” It’s Portland dude

“You’re fucked now, asshole” “well that was easy” “not even going to stay for the speech? Come on now” “That gun is small enough to fit in a purse. Come on now” “it’s like a purse gun” “man that skirt looks really soft” “it’s gotta be that soft velvety material” “what are we doing? Stabbing his ass?” “Can’t we just kill Death instead? I feel like that’d be easier” “I didn’t see that coming. She tried” “what’s with the South Park moral of the story?” “She didn’t make the cloth noise when she left.” She’s not an angel

“Oh I didn’t realize only angels made that noise” it’s the feathers

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhh” “Didn’t they have millions of angels at one point? If there were millions and they can keep the power on with 9, I’m really impressed. Are they trying to make the case for small government, because it’s not working for them” “you disrupted the natural order of things” “Given the chance, wouldn’t anybody kill Sam?” “Is this some fkn religious cult now with forgiveness and shit? Oh yeah Lucifer” “what’s up with Sam’s swallowing? ALL THE TIME? You’re not going to rehydrate off your own saliva”

[samanddean76]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Supernatural (TV 2005), Supernatural (TV 2005) RPF Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki Characters: Jared Padalecki, Jensen Ackles, Castiel (Supernatural) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - The French Mistake (Supernatural) Fusion, Kinktober Prompt: Free Space, Episode: s06e15 The French Mistake (Supernatural), Confused boys, What Happened To The Real Jared And Jensen, deserted islands, Barebacking, eating ice cream, Bottom Jensen Ackles/Top Jared Padalecki, Soulmates Series: Part 32 of SPN Kinktober 2023 Summary:

Everyone knows what happened to Sam and Dean when Balthazar sent them into the non-angelic alternate universe, but what happened to Jared and Jensen?

@spnkinkevents  #SPNKinktober2023

[youchangedmedestiel]

Confession time

It has been 6 months (more or less) since I joined Tumblr and AO3 and I finally told my friends. I couldn't not tell them because it has become a big part of my life now, especially writing fanfics. A year ago I wasn't even writing a single word in my native language. And NOW I can't stop writing. Like it's a new hobby. And I think I just can't live without it anymore.

It took me a long time to tell them because I was scared of their reactions to be honest. I know they are open because otherwise we wouldn't be friends but still. I was scared they find that ridiculous or worse that they didn't understand how important it is for me and how much it changed me.

And man, they reacted sooo well. One already read fanfics since high school and loves Dean and Destiel. Plus I already send her some of my fics. The second one hasn't watched SPN and doesn't know a thing about Tumblr and fanfiction. And the last one is a Sam girl and is not really into reading fanfiction but still wanted to read what I wrote about Destiel. So I picked one, that wasn't easy to choose but I did and I hope she likes it or at least doesn't throw up while reading it.

Anyway, their backgrounds might be different, but all of them found it awesome and asked me why I haven't told them before. And I told them that it was also because I had to process the whole thing on my own, because it FUCKING changed me and the perception I had of myself. But that's also why I had to tell them, because it changed me that much and if they didn't know about it, it's like they would know me anymore.

So if you don't know how to talk about it to your friends but want to and you need inspiration then here below, this is what I sent them to explain. It might not be everyone's experience though but there this is mine:

"I should tell you because it's been 6 months now, so I've had plenty of time to accept it. You know how abnormal I am about Supernatural and especially Dean and Cas. Like, it never did that to me with any show before and when I say THAT you don't know what I'm talking about because I didn't tell you. The THAT: I created a Tumblr account, where I follow people, people I don't know follow me and I post stuff on it on SPN, on Destiel. I also created an AO3 account. Where I read fanfics but not only. Hold on tight. Me, who didn't like French or English classes when we were at school. You know me, I've never been literary, let alone in another language. But now I write fanfics in English and I LOVE it. It's my new passion, it's become a big part of my life and I think it helps me on a daily basis, I'm sure it does, like it helped me a lot especially when I had nothing to do all day when I was unemployed and it still helps me. Because it's a way of expressing myself and when I'm inspired it's an incredible feeling, I've never really known that before (except maybe when I was drawing) and I can't live without it now. I spend a lot of my free time on it and it's still not enough, which is also why I get frustrated when my weekends feel too short. It's because I'd like to take more time off to work on all the fanfic ideas I have. Because I can't always write between my evening shower and preparing dinner because it's too short, sometimes I need to take time to be able to sort out my ideas. But sometimes it just comes to me, like Saturday morning when I was just waking up in bed, I wrote a few hundred words because an idea popped into my brain. So I wanted to tell you because it's important to me. It may sound ridiculous to some, but I don't care because the feelings it gives me when people like what I write or comment that the characters sound like themselves or that I've made them cry make me happy (yes, I do like making people cry, apparently lmao). Yesterday I wasn't doing too well, I couldn't get any work done. I must have PMS going on or some crap like that, I felt empty and I didn't feel like doing anything because I couldn't see the point, whatever. I wrote a few cute words about Dean and Cas, my loves, and it made me feel better. It's kind of magical. I feel like my writing has improved a bit in 6 months. I don't think I can live without writing anymore anyway, and I never thought I'd say that one day. Here you know everything, it frustrated me that you didn't know, because it's cool to share it with strangers online but if my friends don't know about it, it doesn't make sense 😘 especially given the role and place it has in my life."

[noej0se]

Welcome to my corner of the internet ! *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

here's some stuff abt meeeeee

my name is noé (noah or n work too!) 🐶

he/him ✌🏽

i'm 21, in college and studying studio art 🖼️

i'm audHD, so i will definitely be ranting/fixating on here 😁

i speak eng/spn, little bit of french and learning ASL and korean 🕵🏽

my interests include but r not limited to: kpop (kbands too), star wars, stranger things, supernatural, fnaf, sanrio, anime, manga, genshin, lotr, the hobbit, percy jackson, warrior cats, dnd, bl dramas, young royals, good omens, fanfic, marvel, sherlock, youtubers and plenty more ! 😗

dms r always open but i may take a second to reply 🙈 hope to make some friends <3

[ivoirloup]

IT'S HERE !

Well, the beginning is here

Writing a crossover SPN/TeenWolf were Stiles is Dean son is also seen Dean becoming what John never was.

I'm having fun.

[jourquet]

i remember when i looked for a spn general fic about the french mistake episode. there weren't any at the time (with the lore concept of actors in the tv show and characters in ours). i was specifically looking for a multi chapter fanfic too. so i just picked up the pen and made it myself. what fanfic i'm talking about? that's WEAVER.

[orchidshark]

So I cant write in a linear fashion so heres a quick draft of when the oc!child character meets gabriel in my SPN fanfic. ENJOY

~~

It had been almost a month since Emmy Parker joined the Winchesters, and she was loving every second of it.

Her whole life she’d felt, well, alone. Her parents only spoke to her if it involved hunting, anything else, and the eleven year old was on her own. No tucking in at bed time, no checking over homework, no family bonding. At family dinners, she was supposed to give reports on what she’d researched so far and any cases nearby, her parents beaming with pride when she would find valuable information. Yes, she missed her parents, of course she did. But she didn’t miss the fact that they cared more about hunting than about her.

Sam and Dean were different. They would talk with her about anything; movies, video games, music. You name it and one of them would start talking about it, or Sam would start looking it up. They did more than just hunt. Dean drove them all night to go see a late showing of the Fast and Furious movie, Sam would play soccer with her in the motel parking lots. They acted like a family, and she got to be a part of it. It seemed too good to be true, which is maybe why she hadn’t fully opened up yet with them. Still quiet and reserved, sparing only a few small smiles or a laugh under her hands. Still waiting for the other shoe to drop.

They had developed somewhat of a routine by now for when they would get a new case. First get a motel room and check in with Cas and Bobby. Sam always liked to call it a “homebase” for whatever town they were in, a safe spot to wait for them if anything went wrong. The brothers would make a game plan for the day with Castiel while Emmy did homework, she's not allowed to do anything regarding hunting until real world work is done. (And even though she wants to join in, Emmy’s kinda glad that hunting doesn't have to come first for her.) Then the boys fill her in on the plan and head out, always ending with the same lines, “Anything happens you call. Something strange happens, pray to Cas and he’ll get us to you. We’re here.” Sometimes, Emmy thinks Sam is trying to reassure himself with this. With them on a case, Em would go exploring the towns they visited, often finding herself at either the library for homework and (secret) research or in a park running around, often being asked to join in other kids' games. Sam noticed that she seemed to make friends wherever she went without even meaning to.

Emmy was in the exploratory phase of her day, wandering about the small town of Mattituck. She passed by the diner the four had breakfast in that morning and smiled. She’d recently taken to trying to get Cas to try food. He’d said it was unnecessary and the green eyed girl took that as a challenge, teasing him with Dean until the angel reluctantly ate a pancake. The shops were dreary, but had splashes of color from arrangements for the town's upcoming harvest festival, giving the town a warm glow. One collectables shop, two clothing stores in a row, oh hey a toy store, a bait and tackle shop. Same old, same old.

Towards the end of the street though, a flash of blue caught her eye. She walked a bit more swiftly than before and came to face a bookstore. The entirety of it was painted a french blue and had irises and snapdragons in front. Chapter & Verse, huh. She had told Sam earlier that she was hoping to find a bookstore in town, use some of the money she’d grabbed from her old house to find a new research book for Bobby as a thank you. Sam smiled and told her to keep her allowance. He slipped the kid a 20 and said to get a book for herself too. “A kids book, Em. Not a research book. And hey, you might just find one you like.”

Sam’s words echoed in her head as she opened the door and entered the store, a bell ringing above to signal the door. The inside was all mahogany, rows of shelves lined the walls, with books spilling off of every surface. Knicknacks, maps, and posters were scattered amongst piles of tediously stacked books. It was a disaster. It was perfect.

She looked around and found signs nailed to the walls pointing to the different locations of genres, like the ones they have in amusement parks. Following the signs she made her way over to the occult and religion section, much preferring to stick with what she knows first. The children’s sections always overwhelmed her. That there was so much she never read and had no clue where to even start.

Fingers brushing over books as she passed, Emmy found the occult section in the wayyyyy back of the store, as expected. What wasn’t expected was that it was just as filled as the rest of the shop. Usually places only had a few various tomes picked up over time, but this was an entire three shelving units filled to the brim. 

Emmy pulled out a few that she knew she hadn’t seen at Bobby’s and sat on the floor, back against the shelves, and began to skim through the heaviest of the stack. She’d finished her homeschool work at the diner early that morning, leaving the entire rest of the day free. She found a section on skinwalkers and settled in. The quiet chaos of her surroundings was surprisingly comforting, like there was nowhere else in the world that she could belong than on the floor reading that book.

“Now… What's a kid like you doing reading a book like that?”

A shorter man stood at the end of the aisle, leaning against the bookshelves with a bag of m&m’s. The first thing she noticed when she whipped her head around was his eyes, golden and shining. With the blonde hair and smirk plastered on his face he looked like he was up to something. How long had she been reading for?

“Research” she said shortly, turning her head back to the book. She didn’t like new people and didn’t trust them either. Her parents' voice was still whispering in the back of her thoughts “Emily, if people know they could get hurt. It’s better to keep to yourself. No friends.”

“Research? Well then let me see if I can’t help you out.” The man pushed off the wall, the smirk still on his face, and turned towards the books. “What exactly are you looking for? Monsters to slay? A princess to rescue? A Sunday school teacher you want to impress?”

“I’m not supposed to talk to strangers.” She turned back to him.

“Well then it’s a good thing I own the bookstore.” His golden eyes narrowed as he looked down at her. Green eyes meeting gold. “I might just be the only one who can find their way around this place, although you did pretty good yourself.” He’s right, even with the signs the store seemed like a never ending maze.

She sat there, eyes still locked on him. What’s his angle? This guy owns a bookstore? She wasn’t going to be the first to look away.

Suddenly, at the roll of his eyes, the man leaned back against the bookshelf opposite her and slid down, joining her on the floor. His mouth now in a soft smile but his eyes stayed narrowed, curiosity evident in them. He stretched out one of his legs in front of him, his elbow resting on the raised knee of the other leg. “Skinwalkers, huh?” His honey colored eyes flicked down to the book in her lap. “Rare… but boring. Definitely boring.” He lifts up his hand and grabs a book from the shelf above without looking. “Hmm…” He looked thoughtfully at the cover before tossing it over to Emmy. “This should be more your speed.”

She leaned forward and caught the book with the tips of her fingers. Her green eyes rolled at the man as he snickered at her catch. The book was old, water marks staining the cream colored hardcover. It had no discernable title but the spine of the book was adorned in what looked like golden vines. After quickly glancing at the man, still looking at her curiously, she opened the yellowing pages of the book and started to skim through.

“It’s about angels.” This was a game changer. One comprehensive guide to the hierarchy of heaven and it even seemed to contain names. This could give them a leg up if the angels pull anything on them.

“Oh good you can read. I was worried you were going through the last book for the pictures.” Sarcasm dripped through his voice. “How old even are you? Eight?” He popped an m&m in his mouth.

Emmy couldn’t hold back her laugh, “HA! Eight? I’m not that small!”

“Could’ve fooled me short-stack.” The smirk was still on his face but not as severe. “But yes– angels. Maybe a bit more kid-friendly than whatcha got in your stack.”

“I wouldn’t be too sure about that.” The words flew out of her mouth before she could stop them. This random bookstore guy was already suspicious enough before he recommended a book on angels, she didn’t need to let on that they actually existed. And how did he even know it was there, he wasn't looking when he grabbed the book. How could he have known? Stop, she thought to herself. If she’d learned anything in her time with Sam and Dean so far, it’s that not everyone was out to get you. And what had this guy done that was so suspicious before? Offer to help her look for a book? Admit his store is kinda a disaster? It was a coincidence the book was on angels, and to be honest any adult would agree that angels are a much better topic for an eleven year old to be reading than skinwalkers. 

“Yeah, not wrong about that, kid.” He looked sad, his eyes a bit unfocused as he stared off in thought.“I mean, if kids like you are looking up Skinwalkers and crap like that, we need some new guardian angels out there.” He laughed, even the smile on his face couldn’t hide the sadness in his eyes. There was definitely something strange about this guy, she couldn’t deny that, but he wasn’t a threat. He knew more than he let on, maybe he could help them?

“Well anyways-” The man clasped his hands together, the smirk back on his face and his golden eyes shining. “Thought it might help.”

“Thank you.” She meant it. They sat in silence for a moment.

“That book-” She nodded her head to the book she was reading before, now placed on the floor beside her, “Is for a friend. I’m not really supposed to be researching this stuff right now. My…well I’m supposed to look for stuff for me first, this after.”

“Well thank god. Someone had the sense to tell the literal child to stay away from monsters.”

“Hey, you thought I was eight before, what do you know about monsters?”

“More than you know, kid.” He said sharply. His eyes were narrowed and eyes bright as ever, the smirk wasn’t playful anymore. “Not around kids too much. Place like this isn’t the most kid friendly, even though its got a pretty kick-ass children's section. Little ones tend to get lost.”

They sat locked in a staring contest for a few moments at that. His eyes filled with mischief and warning, waiting to see how the kid would react. Her green eyes were wide and unyielding. He wasn’t going to hurt her, she wasn’t sure how she knew it but she did. Some gut feeling within her said he could be trusted. Suddenly, he laughed, his face lit up in a smile, “ You're something kid, that's for sure. You’re not gonna let anyone push you around. Good. Hold on to that.”

She felt a small smile creep on her face as he sat up, moving to sit criss-cross, “Now what about you?”

“What about me?”

“Come on kid, haven’t you had enough of the back and forth,” he joked. “A book for you! Not a research book, sorry. Can’t let you go out thinking that's your only choice for fun reading. Like I mentioned before, kick-ass children’s section.” 

“I’ve only really read these types.” She gestured to the shelves around them. “I got recommended some by…some friends. And I read some at the last library we stopped at, but I don’t really know where to start.” The admission made her feel like a load was off her chest.

The man looked sad again, but still smiled softly at her. “I think I know one that might be just the thing.”

Suddenly, there was a book in his hands. That hadn’t been there before, had it? No, he must have pulled it out from somewhere, or had it on him before. He tossed it to her a bit more cautiously than the last book, changing his aim so that it basically fell right into her hands this go around.

“A Wrinkle in Time. A personal favorite of mine, but don’t let that sway you.”

She hesitated, turning over the book in her hands to glance at the blurb on the back.

“You think the things people made up in those monster books are nuts, just wait until you read this!” The man laughed, the light glinting in his eyes. 

The bell signalling the door rang sweetly, and the pair sitting on the floor turned their heads towards the noise. “Whelp, duty calls!” The man said, picking himself off the floor. “Been waiting all day for this. You should head out, kid. Shop’s closing soon.”

Emmy got up from the floor, picking up the three books. It was only noon, why would the store close now? “How much for the books?”

“For you, kid? Free of charge.”

“W-what?”

“You heard me, enjoy. Expand your mind, or whatever.”

She looked up at him. He was shorter than Dean, much shorter than Sam, but to Emmy, everyone looked tall. The light from the ceiling made his hair look like it was glowing. And though he sounded annoyed, he was still smiling, his eyes still sad. She wanted to give him a hug. 

“Thank you. Really.” She put all the gratitude that she felt in her voice then. 

“I know, kid. I’ll see you around.”

And with that he was gone, disappeared behind the stacks. She turned to follow him, to ask what he meant, but it was as if he vanished into thin air. She heard the man who entered before wandering around nearby, grumbling about being lost. 

Emmy placed the books in her backpack, and made her way out of the store, the journey seeming much shorter this time around. The signage must have been clearer on the way back. As she walked back down the street towards the motel, she thought of the bookstore owner. He knew something, and he wasn’t going to give it up that easily. He was guarded, like her. She liked his eyes. And there was something about him that felt… safe? It was the same way she felt about Sam that day they found her, like she could trust him. It scared her. Who was this guy? She didn’t even know his name! How did he seem to know so much but give up nothing at all? Why did he help her? Why was he sad? Maybe one day, they could come back here, and she would have the courage to ask this man what he knew. Maybe she could help him like he just helped her.

Then she was back in the parking lot of the motel, Sam was waiting outside the room for her with a smile.

“Hey! We finished up the case, –just got back five minutes ago. Dean and Cas are de-briefing, wanna play a quick game?” He kicked the soccer ball towards her. Emmy raced across the parking lot towards it, kicking the ball back towards Sam, who was moving to the other end of the lot. This was one of her favorite parts of being with the Winchesters, just spending time with others. Watching Sam point out where the imaginary goals were in the lot made her think of when she would play alone back at home. Kicking the ball against the side of the house as if it was another player.

“So, whatcha do today? I was about to go out and find you.” Sam called out after they each made a few goals, kicking the ball back towards her.

“Went exploring. Found a bookstore.” Even though it had been almost a month, Emmy wasn’t completely comfortable or open with anyone, much less the Winchesters at this point. Sam was the easiest to talk to though, and the most understanding. 

“Did you find a book for Bobby?” The afternoon sun shone brightly behind him as they got into a rhythm of kicking the ball back and forth between them idly. 

“Yep. Had a pretty cool chapter about skinwalkers in there.” Emmy didn’t miss the grimace that flashed across Sam's face. He thought she’d already researched enough about the supernatural for a lifetime, and was hoping she would take some more steps into acting like an eleven year old, not a hunter. Sam quickly replaced the worry on his face with a smile.

“Nice! I think he’ll really appreciate it.” He stopped the ball under his foot. “You know you don’t have to thank us all the time, right?”

“Huh?” Her green eyes met his hazel ones.

“You thank us all the time and you don’t need to. You’re a kid. We’re adults. We’re supposed to take care of you, it’s our job. Speaking for myself, I’m happy to look out for you, Em. I’m here, and you don’t need to thank me for it.” 

She felt her eyes water and a lump form in her throat. Suddenly, she ran to Sam, wrapping her arms around his torso and hugging him. The hunter stared down at her in pleasant surprise, she hadn’t hugged anyone since that first day they found her. And it had been Sam she hugged that time too. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close. After a few moments, she pulled away and craned her neck to look up at him, “You are really tall.”

“Yeah? And you’re really short,” he laughed.

Dean and Cas took that moment to leave the motel room.

“Come on, kids!” Dean yelled as he swung his duffle bag over his shoulder, making his way across the lot towards them, “Time to get movin’! Car’s already packed.” As he passed by, the older hunter stopped to playfully shove Sam away and then ruffle Emmy’s hair. The two let out a chorus of, “Hey!” “What was that for?!” only for Dean to respond with a loud laugh towards the impala. 

“I found a book too.” Emmy said, as they followed a bit behind Dean.

“Oh really? Which one?” Sam was trying to play it cool, but she could hear the excitement and curiosity in his voice at the mention that she picked out a book for herself instead of them for once.

“A Wrinkle in Time. Someone there recommended it to me.” She was still a little suspicious of bookstore guy, but she didn’t know enough to want to bother Sam about it.

“Really? That’s great! I haven’t read that one in years.” He looked back at her as they rounded to the doors of the impala, Dean waiting impatiently inside, “Made a friend at the bookstore?”

“Something like that.”

“Good. It’s good to have friends.” He smiled for a moment before getting into the passenger seat of the car, Emmy getting into the back seat behind him. Cas would meet them back at Bobby’s.

As the car pulled away, Emmy settled into the backseat, AC/DC playing over the speakers. She reached over to her backpack and pulled out the cream colored book. She looked over it, the gold designs on the spine shining brightly. It was very old, probably the oldest she’d ever held, the entire book being handbound together as if from centuries ago. Opening it, she saw something begin to slip out from the pages and opened to the page. Two pressed flowers, a freesia and a wildflower, were used as a bookmark. Looking closer, it was in the section about the archangels, marking the page for Gabriel.

Huh, Gabriel. That would be the name for her new friend.