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huntershelper25 · 6 years ago

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Path of the Chosen: Ch 5

Summary: Dean lay dying. There isn’t anything Brooke can do. She wrestles with some old memories and ultimately comes face to face with the death of an old friend.

A/N: I suck at summaries. Feed back is always welcome here!

Disclaimer: There are some direct quotes and scenes from the show. I do not own any of it. I only claim the character of Brooke and how she fits into the story. All else is credited to the writers and copyright holders of the show Supernatural

Warning: There is some smut thrown in randomly for the first few chapters as flashbacks to establish timeline, character building, and relationships, but after that the smut dies down to infrequently. I will let you know when it pops up. Also, let’s just assume condoms are implied. They aren’t mentioned, but let’s assume they are used.

Word Count: 3297

Pairings (through entire story): Dean/Brooke (OFC), Sam/Brooke (OFC)

Previous chapters

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

All chapters released on AO3 before shared on tumblr

Chapter Five

He looked so small lying in that hospital bed, hooked up to machines that were beeping and humming. The only time she had ever seen Dean in a hospital was when he had been scratched up something awful by a werewolf when they were just kids, but even then he only needed some stitches and bandages, nothing like the condition Brooke found him in as she stood in the hallway and watched a nurse examine the machines and take notes on a clip board.

Sam hadn’t said much before he and Bobby left for the impound lot, just that Dean was in bad shape and even that appeared difficult for Sam to say. She didn’t press him for details, just hugged him once more and told Bobby she was going to stick around and look in on Dean.

“Excuse me,” Brooke reached out and tapped the nurse as she passed.

“Yes?”

“How is he?” She turned and looked at Dean’s still form.

“Are you family?”

“He’s my…. Cousin.” It wasn’t really a lie.

The nurse sighed, obviously contemplating how much information she should divulge to someone who wasn’t immediate family, “He’s suffered some head trauma and is in a coma.” The nurse finally stated when she saw the sullen look on Brooke’s face. “Doctor’s won’t know the extent of the damage until he wakes up. If he wakes up.”

“If he wakes up? Are you saying there’s a chance he might not wake up?” She looked from the nurse back to Dean and was shocked at how much smaller he looked, how helpless he looked, and at how scared she was.

“I’m sorry,” the nurse said under her breath as she walked away.

Brooke stood in the door way watching his chest rise and fall with each breath. She couldn’t bring herself to enter the room. She felt that if she remained in the hallway that it would all go away, that she would wake up at Bobby’s at any moment and this would all have been a dream, but she didn’t wake up. It was real. Dean was lying in that hospital bed.

She took a deep breath and made a move to walk into the room when the hair on the back of her neck stood on end and a chill ran through her body.

“Damn it. I hate hospitals,” she said as she shook it off.

This sensation was nothing new to Brooke, just like with Meg. She had been able to sense the presence of ghosts and demons ever since she was 12. She never knew why it manifested itself at that age, but she remembered the first time it ever happened. She had been on her first hunt with her father and felt the same chill run through her body and got the sense that someone was watching them just before the spirit manifested itself. She hadn’t told her father because she thought it was a coincidence, but when she sensed her first demon she knew she had to speak up. Demons were different than ghosts, they made her slightly light headed and dizzy, almost like her brain was sloshing around in her skull. Sometimes if there were many demons involved it would cause her pain, almost like a dull, nagging head ache.

Because of this, hospitals had always made her feel uneasy, with all the spirits of the recently deceased floating around awaiting their reaper and of those that simply couldn’t move on. Prolonged stays in hospitals always made her feel schizophrenic with an extra dose of paranoia.

She took another deep breath and slowly walked into the room. She stopped at the foot of the bed and had to hold back tears. It was one thing to see his motionless form from the safety of the hallway, but to see him limp and lifeless up close was another story.

Brooke crossed her arms across her chest and sighed. For some reason all she could think about was that night five years ago. Dean was possibly dying right before her eyes and of all thoughts her subconscious decided to drudge that particular night up. What happened that night had impacted their lives more than anyone could have imagined and in usual Dean fashion he had blamed himself for how it had played out. But he wasn’t at fault, not entirely. She felt a tear roll down her cheek as she realized that this may be the last and only time to tell him this. To tell him she was sorry for her part. That he shouldn’t have blamed himself for any of it. That she was probably more to blame than he was. After all, she was the one that threw caution to the wind and walked across that hotel room.

Another tear fell. He had to know.

“Dean, I-“ she was interrupted by a soft rap on the door. She turned to find John being pushed in a wheelchair by an orderly.

She moved to wipe away her tears as the anger inside her grew but thought better of it. She wanted him to see the pain and devastation he had caused. All of this was his fault. Dean lying in that bed, Sam hurting inside and out, her father being killed, Caleb…it was all John’s fault.

“Brooke.” John said as the orderly excused himself and John wheeled himself into the room.

She didn’t speak, just glared. She was done letting him off the hook and using the excuse that he was doing what he thought he had to do. This was going too far. Putting his own children in death’s path was beyond reproach.

“I take it you made it to Bobby’s alright,” he continued as he pulled the chair up to the side of the bed.

She nodded.

John nodded his approval and turned toward Dean. Over the years she had learned what John looked like when he was deep in thought and expected to see that now, but what she saw was defeat. She was taken aback slightly. This was John Winchester and John Winchester was always on top of things, always one step ahead, always ready to run head long into a fight. Yet here he was looking like a lost puppy.

“So, what’s the plan?” she inquired.

“There isn’t one,” he replied, almost too quickly.

“What do you mean there isn’t one?” she had to strain to keep from yelling at him. She couldn’t believe he had no plan. “John, there has to be something-“

“There isn’t,” he tossed her the look he always gave to Sam that said the conversation was over.

Her heart was pounding and her hands were shaking. All the anger she felt towards him for everything he had done, not just recently, but everything, was building up. For how hard he rode Dean, for how he expected Dean to be the parent and watch over Sam, for how he would never listen to Sam, for how he chased Sam away, for her father, and for what he had done to her that night in Illinois. Dean was dying and he had no plan. Dean was dying and he wasn’t even trying. She suddenly had the strong urge to shoot something and at that moment John was that something. She moved her eyes from John to Dean and in her mind promised him she’d be back, then turned and walked out of the room.

She roamed the halls of the hospital trying to remind herself that despite the way she lived her life, she wasn’t a violent person. That right now, no matter what her feelings were about John, he was right, there probably wasn’t anything they could do for Dean. Every faith healer she had ever heard of always turned out to be a hoax, most hoodoo healers were a joke, and witchcraft always required a price that Dean wouldn’t want anyone to pay for his life.

She was used to feeling useless, her father was an expert at that, but she had never been helpless. There was honestly nothing she could do in this situation but wait and she hated that. She just lost her father, the only constant in her life, and she could possibly be losing Dean as she walked. Dean. One of the only people in the world she trusted with her life and there was nothing she could do to save his.

The words Dean left on her voicemail all those years ago popped into her head, “I promised I would always have your back and I let you down.” She sighed. He had never once let her down, ever. Especially not that night five years ago he had been referring to….

They walked into the motel room, shrugging off their coats, on a total high. They hadn’t bargained for the ghost to give them as much trouble as it had. It was supposed to be an easy job, but the ghost had tossed them both around pretty good. They each sported contusions on their arms and face. The deep gash above Dean’s left eye still trickled blood, it needed stitches.

The entire way back to the motel they had laughed and talked about each action and reaction they had taken earlier that night like it had been an epic football game.

“and when you cracked off that salt round point blank right into the back of her head,” he gave her a big smile, “awesome!”

Brooke couldn’t help but laugh at him. This was the first job either of them had done completely without their fathers’ help and he was blatantly excited that it had been somewhat of a challenge. “Alright,” she said taking the responsible adult role, “sit.” she pointed to the end of one of the beds and grabbed the first aid kit out of his duffle.

Dean sighed and rolled his eyes as he walked over to the bed, obviously frustrated that she was putting a stopper in the fun but knowing full well that he needed stitches.

She set the kit next to him on the bed and placed her left knee on the bed, in between his legs, to steady herself. He inhaled sharply when she placed an alcohol wipe on the cut. She knew it had to hurt something awful, it was a pretty nasty gash, but she also knew he would never let her know just how much. She finished cleaning the wound and readied the needle and thread. “You ready for this?” He cringed as he nodded, closed his eyes and placed his left hand around her waist to steady himself, as she had seen him do when Sam or John stitched him up.

While she stitched the cut, which was smaller than it originally appeared, she became very aware of his hand on her lower back, flexing and unflexing with each stitch. When she tied it off, he let out another long, heavy breath and his hand relaxed, but didn’t move. She glanced down at his face as she reached for some dressing, his eyes were still closed, and she realized that they were level with her chest.

Her heart raced as she became aware of their proximity to one another. She began to tape the dressing in place and became conscious of her shaking hands. She took a moment, closed her eyes and drew in a long steady breath. She adjusted her weight just slightly as she opened her eyes to return to the dressing, but when she did, she felt just how close to him her knee was. Her realization was matched by his when he swallowed hard and sighed, eyes still closed.

She told herself to relax and focus on the task at hand. ‘Dress the wound, stand up and walk away.’ She thought to herself. She proceeded to tape the dressing in place, slowly due to her shaking hands. In her head she pictured herself patting him on the shoulder saying, ‘All done.’ Standing up and walking away, but for some reason, beyond her understanding, she didn’t move. She couldn’t speak, she was afraid if she did her voice would crack. Her heart was racing so fast it felt like it was about to jump out of her chest.

She closed her eyes and gave herself a firm talking to, ‘Just stand up. Just walk away. MOVE! Do something!’

While she wrestled with herself, she felt his hand slowly move from her waist to her thigh. She gripped the roll of tape she still held in her hands tightly and forced herself to open her eyes, but instead of standing up and walking away, she looked down.

She looked straight into his piercing green eyes. Her heart began to pound at an alarming rate as she felt his hand tighten its grip on her thigh. There was a hitch in her breath when he reached his right hand and placed it on her cheek.

She closed her eyes, ‘This is not happening. This is not happening.’

Suddenly his lips were upon hers, soft and gentle as he coaxed hers into responding. She dropped the roll of tape, placed her right hand on his arm, and her left found its way to the back of his neck as she leaned into the kiss. Accepting it.

She had known Dean for years and she had always thought of him as being a little more aggressive, but she was surprised to find him so smooth and gentle. As she lowered herself to his level her knee shifted forward which resulted in a soft moan to be emitted from his lips. With this new closeness she became aware of the growing situation, especially his growing situation, and her mind switched back on. ‘This is Dean, what am I doing?’

She pulled away from the kiss, stood and took a few steps away, her back to him. This was Dean, the guy she had grown to think of almost as a sibling. She was scared. She was nervous. She had never been with a guy, not like this. She had always wanted her first time to be with someone she cared about, for it to be special, in that cinematic mushy way.

She heard the bed creak. She turned to see him walk to the table on the other side of the room and shove the kit back in his bag, his back to her. She watched as he just stood there. She watched his shoulders rise and fall with each deep breath he took as he raked his hand down his face. All the while she thought, ‘Your idea of this amazing love and this amazing person and losing your virginity in this amazing way is ridiculous. You know damn well that relationships in this life never work out. That you are never going to have that kind of love, never going to have that amazing night. So, the very least you can hope for is that the guy at least cares about you on some level, any level. And you know that Dean cares about you in his own way. He’s always had your back, he’s always been there to save your ass. Yeah, sure he has a reputation with the ladies, but isn’t that a good thing? It’ll just be another fun night for him, no expectations. It’ll be a win-win.’ She fought with herself as to whether it was a good idea to go forward or not, when he turned around and saw her looking at him. They both stood there, staring at each other, not saying a word.

“Screw it.” she said aloud as she walked across the room, threw her arms around his neck, and pulled him down into a kiss.

For an instant his body recoiled in surprise, but without tearing his lips from her’s he recovered, wrapped his arms around her back and pulled her in closer.

He was a little more aggressive this time, he grabbed at her back, ran his hand up into her hair and pulled out the elastic band letting her long hair fall around her shoulders. All while he slowly walked forward, forcing her to take a few steps back until her legs hit the side of the bed.

He pulled away and looked her in the eye. She sensed he was checking to see if she really wanted to go this far, to go down this road. She ran her hands down his neck and under his over shirt, pushing it back off his shoulders. He shrugged out of it and resumed their kiss.

He ran his hands down her back and around to her sides, grabbed the hem of her shirt and slowly began to inch it up, clearly waiting for any sign of objection. She wished he’d stop expecting her to object at any second, it was frustrating, and the only way she knew how to show him that he would find no objections from her was to reach down and undo his belt.

He froze and looked down at her hands as they made easy work of his buckle, even as they shook, and began to pull the belt out of its loops. He brought his gaze up to meet her’s, a look of surprise on his face. He hadn’t expected prude little Brooke to be so forward. Once she had freed his belt, hands still shaking, heart still racing, she slowly removed her own shirt and looked him straight in the eye. ‘You can’t turn back now,’ she thought to herself.

She watched as he took in her shirtless body for the first time, before he brought his eyes back up to her’s. She could have sworn she saw a smirk twitch at the corner of his mouth as he removed his own shirt, wrapped his arms around her and put his lips to hers again.

At some point she had found a chair and sat leaning forward, face in her hands. That night, as innocent as it had seemed in the moment, was where everything had begun to fall apart. She leaned back, closed her eyes, and rested her head against the wall wondering if she hadn’t walked across that room, if she had just waited, that maybe, just maybe things would have played out differently and they wouldn’t be here. That Dean wouldn’t be dying.

“Code 500 to the ER. Code 500 to the ER.” Came a voice over the PA.

Ever instinct told her something was seriously wrong. She got up and started moving down the hall. She saw nurses and a doctor run into a room and her heart sank when it dawned on her, ‘That’s Dean’s room!’ she practically broke into a run as she fought her way down the hall through the mass of people that seemed to have come out of nowhere. She literally ran into Sam as he came into the hall from another room.

“Sam, it’s…” was all she could get out as she grabbed the sleeve of his shirt and pulled him down the hall. It didn’t take much effort because Sam was in a near sprint already.

They came to a sliding halt right outside Dean’s room and her heart fell out of her chest at the sight before them. The monitors were giving off a constant high-pitched squeal and the doctor was shouting orders at the nurses who were scurrying around plunging needles into Dean’s IVs, pushing buttons on the monitor, and pumping air into his lungs as another gave him chest compressions. The doctor stepped in and said, “Clear” just before shocking him. Brooke’s chest felt every jolt as she watched Dean’s body raise of the bed with each shock.

She reached out and grabbed Sam’s arm as they stood and watched this all unfold. This was all too surreal. Dean was dying right in front of them and there was nothing either of them could do.

Suddenly, the hair on the back of her neck stood on end again and her entire body was flooded with the sense of spirit presence, but it was different, this presence was almost familiar. “No,” she said out loud, she could have sworn the presence she was feeling was Dean.

Her grip on Sam grew tighter. She was mentally thrown suddenly when she felt Sam tense up and look around the room. Before she could ask him about it, she heard the monitors stop their constant high pitch sound and resume the soft rhythmic beeping of before.

“We have a pulse. We’re back into sinus rhythm.”

The energy in the room changed dramatically at that point. Both Brooke and Sam let out the breath they hadn’t realized they had been holding. Dean was okay. For now.

She found herself standing at his bedside as the hospital personnel filed out of the room. She scarcely heard the doctor say, “Let’s go speak with your farther.” As he led Sam down the hall. She was in a daze. He had flat lined. He had technically been dead for two whole minutes. She instinctively reached out to grab his hand but pulled back. Dean hates touchy feely crap. She looked down at his face. The face of a sleeping Dean, one she had seen a thousand times. Her heart clenched. This wasn’t a sleeping Dean. She ran a finger softly across the top of his hand then gently worked her fingers underneath his and closed her small hand around his as tightly as she could. For her.

She had forgotten how big his hands were, his strong capable hands. The hands that had pulled her out of the fire, figuratively and on a few occasions literally. The first hands that had ever really touched her.

Her pants had been discarded, kicked across the room, and she now stood before him in just her bra and panties. As he kissed her, he slowly slid his hand down her side and around the front. She sharply inhaled as he slid his hand between her thighs.

He brought his lips to her throat, planting soft kisses along her jaw line as he went, his free hand in her hair. She buried her face in his shoulder as his hand skillfully found its way beneath the thin cloth and found what it was looking for.

This sensation was nothing new to her, years of spending long nights alone in a motel with smut on pay-per-view has taught her a lot, but to have someone else do the work while she gripped his biceps and dug at his back with her fingers was something else entirely. And boy did he know what he was doing.

The hand that was in her hair moved its way to her chin and gentle pulled it upward, so she was looking him in the face. He held her gaze all while his hand continued its work. The combination was almost too much for her to handle, she let out a soft moan just as he put his lips to hers.

He stepped back, leaving her standing there panting. Arms idly at her sides she watched as his eyes slowly panned her body. When his eyes found hers again, he licked his lips then gave her a cocky smile as he kicked off his boots and unbuttoned his jeans. Leaving his boxers on he kicked his jeans out of the way giving her an eyeful of that growing situation she had felt with her knee earlier.

He stepped back to her and placed one hand on her shoulder, the other on her hip, and gently guided her on to the bed.

A tear ran down her cheek. The full reality of losing him began to sink in. She wished she could have the opportunity to tell him, just once, that none of it was his fault. That she was sorry for putting him in that position. She didn’t regret any of it, only that she wished she had handled it better. She was young and naïve. She didn’t know what it all would mean. She hadn’t been ready for that step, but she was glad that it had been him, someone who cared about her.

“Dean, I’m sorry,” She finally squeaked out as more tears began to fall. “I wish things could have been different. I wish I had been more adult about it. I wish I had had a chance to tell you…. To say that I…”

Just then she heard someone cough. She turned and saw Sam standing in the doorway holding a paper bag. She reluctantly pulled her hand from Dean’s and wiped the tears from her face.

“Hey,” he said bashfully pretending he hadn’t overheard, “this may sound weird, but I think Dean is here.”

“Like in spirit form?”

“Yeah.” He moved into the room.

“I felt something earlier-“

“I did too and so I thought maybe…” he pulled a box out of the bag and revealed a Ouija board. “I know it’s kinda lame, but I figured it was worth a shot.”

“No, that’s actually a great idea,” she said as she took the box from him and began to open it.

She saw him smile proudly out of the corner of her eye.

They sat on the floor side by side and laid the board out in front of them. Sam placed his fingers on the planchette as he asked, “Dean, are you here?”

They both jumped as the planchette began to move. Brooke followed it with her eyes as it hovered over the word Yes.

“It’s good to hear from you man. It hasn’t been the same without you, Dean,” Sam laughed.

The planchette immediately began to move again as Sam read the letter aloud, “H.. U… N… Hunting? Are you hunting?”

The Planchette moved to Yes.

“Is what your hunting in the hospital?” Sam asked.

“Do you know what it is?” Brooke asked at the same time.

They both let out a nervous laugh.

“What is it?” Sam rephrased.

The planchette began to move again as Brooke read the letters out loud this time, “R… E… A…P…E…R.”

Brooke and Sam exchanged nervous looks.

“Dean, is it after you?” Sam asked hesitantly.

Brooke inhaled deeply as the planchette moved to Yes.

“If it’s here naturally, there’s no way to stop it,” Sam sighed. “Man, you’re um...”

“Screwed,” Brooke finished for him.

Sam suddenly moved to stand up and began walking to the door, “No, there’s gotta be a way. There has to be. Dad will know what to do.”

Brooke sat on the floor eyes still on the Ouija board. A reaper. She had read about them but had never faced one. What she did know was that a reaper was a bringer of death. They collected souls of the dead. Dean really was screwed. Another tear got loose and ran down her cheek. She gasped when he cheek became suddenly cold as though someone with a cold hand had placed it on her face.

“Dean?”

Before she could say anything else, Sam was back.

“So, he wasn’t in his room,” he said as he sat on the edge of the bed, “but I got dad’s journal, so who knows. Maybe there’s something in here.”

He leafed through it, mumbling the words as he read them and turning the page when he didn’t find what he was looking for. Brooke stood over his shoulder.

“There. Go back.” She said.

He turned back a page to see the word Reaper written across the middle of the page.

Sam read the page aloud.

“There isn’t anything in here about how to catch one.” Brooke said as she crossed her arms and began pacing the room.

Suddenly she felt it. That under water feeling accompanied by slight nausea, ‘Demon.’

Sam’s attention still on the book, she walked out into the hall. She paced up and down trying to pin point where it was, but with all the spirit activity and the stress of possibly losing part of her family, her senses weren’t as sharp as normal. Panic set in as she realized this may be the demon they were after. The one that had gotten Dean here in the first place. She hastened her search, trying to calm her mind and focus on the sensation. Where was it the strongest? Where did it fade?

She wandered into rooms, garnering threatening looks from their occupants. The feeling was consistently stronger near the stairwell to the basement, she began to descend the stairs, one hand on the rail, the other pulling a flask of holy water from her pocket, when suddenly it was gone. The nausea ended and the dizziness vanished.

“HELP! I NEED HELP!”

She spun around. That was Sam. She broke in to sprint up the stairs and down the hall. When she rounded the corner into the room she stopped in her tracks. There were nurses and doctors bustling about like last time, but this something was different. She gasped when she saw him. Dean. Sitting upright in the bed trying to pull the breathing tube out of his mouth, fighting with the nurses as they tried to get him to lie back down. She saw Sam in the corner of the room and walked over to join him. Her eyes staying on Dean.

“He just sat up,” Sam said quietly, but with excitement, “He was lying there and then suddenly his eyes were open and he was sitting straight up. I don’t even know how it happened.”

Brooke reached over and took Sam’s hand in quiet celebration. Dean was going to be okay.

The nurses eventually got Dean to relax long enough for them to remove the breathing tube and convinced him that he needed further tests to make sure he really was okay. The Doctor informed them later that everything was fine. His brain swelling had vanished, his internal contusions had healed. It was as if nothing had happened. The three of them sat there in awe as the doctor left the room.

“Wait, so you said a reaper was after me?” Dean asked as soon as he knew that doctor was out of ear shot. Sam had spoken with Dean about what had all gone down while they waited for one of the scans.

“How did I ditch it?” He asked looking at Brooke.

“Beats me.” She said.

“Dean, you really don’t remember anything?” Sam asked.

“No, except this pit in my stomach,” He looked up at Sam with a scared look, “Sam, something’s wrong.”

There was a knock on the door, and they all turned to see John leaning on the door frame.

“How you feeling, Dude?” He said as he stepped into the room.

“Fine, I guess. I’m alive.”

“Well, that’s all that matters,” John replied.

“Where were you last night?” Sam asked with an angry look on his face.

John looked from Sam to Dean and back, “I had some things to take care of.”

“Well that’s specific.”

“Come on, Sam,” Dean sighed in annoyance.

“Did you go after the demon?” Sam accused.

“No,” John quickly replied.

“You know, why don’t I believe you?” Sam began to raise his voice.

It all makes sense. She HAD felt a demon last night. She stared at John wondering what he had done.

“Can we not fight,” John asked calmly as he stepped further into the room. “You know half the time we’re fighting I don’t know what we’re fighting about. We’re just buttin’ heads. Look, Sammy, I’ve made some mistakes, but I’ve always done the best I could. I just don’t want to fight anymore okay?”

“Dad, you alright?” Sam asked with a quizzical look and a tone of concern.

“Yeah,” John said with a smile, “I’m just a little tired. Hey, Sam would you and Brooke mind getting me a cup of caffeine?”

“Yeah sure,” She and Sam both said softly as the each turned to leave the room

Neither of them knew that would be the last time they would ever speak to John. They would return from the cafeteria to find John on his back on the floor of his hospital room. His heart had stopped. The doctors said that there must have been a complication from the injuries he had sustained from the accident. That they had no way of knowing, but Sam, Dean, and Brooke knew better. None of them wanted to admit it to each other or themselves, but they all knew it had something to do with the Demon.

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thethingwewrite · 7 years ago

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War Game (Part 3)

Summary: After Dan surprising visit. You had to pull yourself together and go on a date with Sam. What will come out of this date? Will you be able to make the boys leave as planned?

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word count: 5634

Warning: Angst, smut, alcohol, dead of a character, a character in the coma, blood

Square filled : Trapped

A/N : Hey guys. Here is the third part of War Game. It longer then expected and my brain is dead currently so i don’t know when the fourth part will come out seeing i am writing it and this part took me more time then expected. It’s part of the SPNANGSTBINGO Card and part of @like-a-bag-of-potatoes Potato’s Power Ballad Challenge. I had the song Listen to your heart From Roxette. I hope it fit the fic. I am not sure anymore. Thanks to @aingealcethlenn and @mrswhozeewhatsis for betaing this. I hope everyone like it. Tell me if you need a little resume of One tree Hill Character to know who is who and not get confused lol. Again I had to google all the picture i found.

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Present Day:

Your hand moved before Dean had the opportunity to say 3, making his gun fly out of his hand. In other circumstances, you wouldn’t mind or back away from dying. Now, things had changed, things that you needed to take into serious consideration.

“Listen, Dean. You need me there. I know where Sam is and the place has an enchanted security system.” You gasped as Dean quickly grabbed you. He pulled your arms behind your back and placed a knife against your throat.

“Like hell I need you!” he growled. “You are not the only witch I know!”

You opened your mouth to say something, but someone else beat you to it. “Alright, Cowboy. Now put your weapon down,” Rachel’s voice threatened behind you.

“Sorry princess, can’t do that,” he groaned.

You couldn’t see it, but the fact that Dean growled made you think that Rachel held her gun against him. “Guess I will have to take care of you,” she said.

Three week ago : After the date

The disaster started after your date with Sam, even though it went the way you expected. The two of you only talked. Something stopped you from flirting with him. You didn’t know what it was, but you couldn’t and it kind of bothered you.

When the time came for you to kiss him goodbye, you sighed and kissed his cheek. “You know we could have had more fun but I guess your brother told you about me,” you whispered in his ear.

You could sense his discomfort when his body tensed, and you stepped back, chuckling, before turning and walking into your building. The minute you walked into your apartment, you knew by the wilted plant you had cursed that someone had been there. Without thinking twice, you went in your room to find one of your drawers open. Your journal was missing, the one you put everything inside although it was written in code. You slammed the drawers shut, upset and feeling stupid for falling into the Winchester’s classic trap.

The misery came the next day. You didn’t want them to know you knew about Dean being in your apartment, so you let them have a day ahead of you to prepare your revenge. Your first move was to cast a spell to find them before going there with your motorbike. When you got there, you blew the door of their motel room open, clearly surprising them as you walked in.

“Hey, boys.” You smirked and walked into the room, waving your hand at the only one there, pinning him to the wall. “Oh, Dean, where is your brother?” You faked a pout.

“Son of a bitch, (Y/N)! What the hell is wrong with you?!” Dean protested.

You jeered, “Hunter, come on. You came into my apartment. so I decided to make a surprise visit to you.” You winked at him, as you walked toward your journal on the table.

Dean frowned. “Little Witch. You are in so much trouble,” he said. “Now, how about you kill me or get lost.”

“Kill you? Why?” You asked. “That’s not fun.” You sounded amused by the whole situation.

Clearly too amused, as you didn’t hear Sam coming from behind you, then jumping on you, pinning you down while Dean fell face first on the floor. You fought off Sam, even though hand to hand combat wasn’t your thing, managing to kick him in the balls and get the upper hand. Dean soon ripped you off of his brother, though, and that’s when you’d had enough and used your power to throw them out of the room.

You chased them through the whole town, not caring about who might see you or even who was in the way. The minute you saw Dean turning around and pointing his gun toward you, you reacted. “LUX!” (Light) you screamed, as a glowing light blinded them as Dean shot, and you waved your hand away to deflect the bullet.

You made your way toward Sam, who was the closest. You didn’t know what you wanted to do with him, but killing wasn’t something you would do. Instead, you teleported him away, making Dean and everyone else think he died. You did the same to Dean, sending him away in a puff of magic. When he was gone, you realized the mess the town had become. You saw Lucas and Peyton on the ground, blood pouring out of a bullet wound in Peyton’s chest. Your heart pinched against your chest and you had to hold back tears as you walked toward them, only noticing Nathan watching at that moment.

You couldn’t face anyone in town after that and you also knew you had to face the council so you ran, not looking back. You were not able to face the consequences of your actions; you were not able to admit to yourself that all of this was your fault. You remembered the only place you had always felt safe: your parents’ old cabin. When you got there, you were welcomed by Dean’s sleeping body right in front of the door.

You frowned, marvelling at your luck that he’d ended up there, then grabbed him inside. He was heavy, not easy for you to carry. You couldn’t use your power, not even the smallest spell, or else the council or anyone else could track you down there. It took you at least a few minutes to put Dean on a chair and tie him up without somehow waking him up. That was when you started to wonder, where was Sam? Where did you send him? Why wasn’t he here? Or maybe it was a good thing, especially after making Dean believe that Sam died in pain and misery.

You were deep in your thoughts when the door slammed open then shut loudly, startling you and waking Dean. An upset and furious Dan stood there, the look in his eyes making you swallow hard. You froze, not able to do or say anything as he suddenly grabbed you by the arms. “You floozy stupid witch! I told you to stay away from MY family!” he yelled. “Lucas is in a coma because of your reckless and foolish actions!”

You had no words. No way to say anything that might calm him down or ease the situation. Your eyes found Dean. He was confused, sad, and upset at the same time. That’s when Dan saw him, his rage got bigger as he pushed you aside and walked toward Dean, he grabbed him by his shirt collar. “You piece of shit, you killed my son’s girlfriend!” He barked at him.

You fell on the floor, groaning in pain as your body hit the floor hard. This brought you back to reality, and helped you regain control of everything that was happening. “Leave him!” you gasped, through your pain.

Dan turned his face to you, the glare he sent you meant for you to shut up before he looked back at Dean. “I’ll take care of him,” you insisted.

Dan glanced back at you. “You will?” he asked skeptically, and let go of Dean as he walked back to you. “You want to get your hands dirty?” He grabbed your face harshly. “You better not disappoint me (Y/N). I will be back in 48 hours if you don’t show up at my house.” He leaned down, his breath wafting over your face. “I’ve got his brother you also need to take care of,” he whispered in your ear.

With that he left the cabin slamming the door. Leaving you more devastated than you wanted to be. However, with Dean around, you couldn’t let him see you weak. You needed to act tough, to pretend.

Dean POV

Even though he just watched Y/N get treated like she was worthless, Dean couldn’t bring himself to feel sorry for her. She killed his brother in front of him, and no one gets away with that. All he could do was try to make her see that she was wrong and wait for her to make a mistake he could use.

“You realize the minute he doesn’t need you or want you around, he’ll turn on you. Can’t you see that?” He glared at her.

He could tell his words hit home, but she pretended not to be hurt and laughed it off. “What I see is that he cares about me, differently,” she told him.

Now it was Dean’s turn to let out a sarcastic laugh. “Oh, sister, you are in so much denial. We both know he doesn’t care about you and would rather let you rot then help y-” Dean gasped, not expecting to receive a punch in the side from her.

“Let me tell you something, Dean. We won’t be flirting, today. I asked you to leave, and what did you do? You broke into my apartment, and now Nathan’s brother is hurt!” she barked, pointing her finger at him.

Dean scoffed. “After what you did to my brother, I wouldn’t go near you. As for your cousin, you did that, sweetheart. That’s not on me or Sam.”

Her act wasn’t fooling Dean at all; he could tell she was scared and worried, that she knew she would have to face the consequences of her actions. He was also watching her when she talked to Dan, and it seemed she was in denial about him, trapped in some kind of mentally abusive relationship.

On the second day of his forced stay at the cabin, he used the time she was out of the cabin to get rid of his ties and he laid in wait until she returned. Dean pinned her against the wall, the hate in his eyes pure rage screaming for revenge. Nothing would stop him. She knew that her time was up, and when she closed her eyes, his temper got the best of him.

“Look at me, bitch!” he barked, placing a knife against her neck. “After what you did to Sam, I am going to take my time with you.”

(Y/N) obeyed and opened her eyes. Inevitably failing to hide the fear in her eyes, she cringed, and a low whimper came out of her mouth.

Dean snorted. “Pretending to be something you’re not will cost you, Little Witch,” he mocked while grabbing her hair.

She grimaced a little. “Just do what you want. I don’t care anymore,” she almost whispered. “But know that I am not a killer. I didn’t kill you and I wouldn’t kill your brother. I just sent him away, the same way I did you,” she confessed.

“Where is he, then!?” he urged her.

“I don’t know,” you said, tears in your eyes. “I tried to look for him but Dan got a hold of him. I…I am sorry.”

Dean observed her, not sure if he should trust her, although he had to admit, she seemed sincere. Their eyes met, and with the evident defeat in her eyes, he tried to figure out his next move.

She scoffed with what seemed like the last bit of sass in her. “What, doubting, now? Tired of hurting me, or do you just want to have fun?” she teased with a weak smile.

His next move surprised the both of them, mostly him, as he threw the knife away and crushed their lips together. Dean didn’t control anything anymore. He knew he had the opportunity to do something, but he couldn’t. He gripped her hair tightly, making her groan against his lips. One by one, each piece of their clothing flew off of their bodies. Dean picked her up, not taking his time for any foreplay as he slammed into her and pressed her back against the wall.

Each of his thrusts made (Y/N) scream his name, so he pressed a hand against her mouth to keep her quiet. The sound of her moans could turn his heart, and would probably made the hate and anger he felt go away. When she reached her climax the first time, they were looking into each other’s eyes. Even though Dean was panting and sweaty, he didn’t stop there, needing more. He wanted to keep going because the rage he felt was coming up again. He turned her around, made her face the wall, and slammed into her harder than he’d ever done before.

He pressed his face on the back of her neck and bit every spot of her skin he could reach. He still didn’t let her moan, placing his hand against her mouth again, because he knew he would enjoy it more than he wanted to admit. He kept going until they both found their end and collapsed on the floor and fell asleep.

A few hours later, Dean was startled awake by Dan screaming. While Y/N was able to get up and throw some clothing on, Dean found that he was once again securely tied, but naked, this time. He didn’t know who had tied him back up, but the situation didn’t please him at all.

“You slut ! Is this how you take care of the issue?!” Dan screamed. “You are nothing but piece of shit!” he added.

“Let me-” she started, but Dan interrupted her once again.

“There is nothing more to say. If you weren’t Deb’s niece, I would have killed you, already! Now, get it together and kill him. And never come back in town or I will kill you myself!” He left, not turning back, not even caring about Dean anymore. Which made Dean wonder what the man had in mind. Why wouldn’t he kill him already? Why make her do the job?

Instead of killing him, though, Y/N just threw him his clothes and allowed him to get dressed before tying him back up again.

The third day they spent together, the change was obvious. Especially after what Dan had said, and (Y/N) stood there with her phone in her hand after a quick call she made. It seemed like she was on the verge of crying, but she pulled herself together when she noticed Dean was watching. She looked harshly at him, then came towards him. She grabbed his hair and pulled his head back as she placed a knife against his throat. “I am going to free you, and you need to leave without looking back. Understood?” she growled in his ear.

Dean swallowed hard, this was the wrong time to feel something between his legs, but the sound of her voice turned him on. The knife to his throat helped him regain some kind of control over himself. “Sorry, sister. I will not hesitate to kill you, so you better kill me now.”

“I can’t! I already have too much blood on my hands,” she professed. “You need to leave. If the council’s guard found you, they wouldn’t be nice.”

Dean rolled his eyes. “Don’t worry about me. I can handle myself with those guards,” he said as she stepped back.

Her eyes were worried as she gazed at him. “I am sorry, but you give me no choice.” She leaned forward, kissing him deeply.

The sudden move struck Dean, but somehow, without understanding why, he gave in. He kissed her back the same way, before suddenly, everything went black.

Dean’s eyes shot open, and he quickly sat up but instantly regretted it. A wave of nausea and dizziness washed over him. He held his head with one hand and wrapped an arm around his stomach, trying to keep himself from throwing up. It took him a few minutes before everything was back to normal and he could focus on his surroundings. How the hell did he get here? The question didn’t last long as the last memory of him and (Y/N) kissing floated back in his mind.

“Son of a bitch! (Y/N),” he mumbled as he rubbed his face. If she hadn’t lied about Sam then he had to save her first. She knew the town and Dan very well, so if she was afraid, and she definitely was, he had to save her. He stood up slowly, looking around, and he recognized her room. He shook his head trying not to remember the memory of their first night together.

Dean walked out of the room and made his way in the hallway, but ended up stopping when a redhead girl slightly taller than (Y/N) was coming his way. He saw her surprise, then an annoying grin spread on her face.

“Glad I don’t need to wake you up, Cowboy,” she teased,

Dean frowned. “Who the hell are you?”

She giggled. “Doesn’t matter, Dean. I am here to babysit,“ she replied with a wink.

“Sweetheart, I don’t need a babysitter since my brother turned 14. Now, how about you let me go.” He tried to move past her, but she grabbed his arm, pulling it behind his back, surprising Dean by the strength and speed she had.

“Oh, you need one, Cowboy. (Y/N) doesn’t want you to leave, so sit and maybe think about retirement and other ways to extend your life expectancy.” She pushed his head against the wall and knocked him out.

Two days later: Trial time

(Y/N) Pov

Once Dean was safe, you had decided to just turn yourself in to the council. After being taken by the guards you were kept in a cell in town for two days before they took you to the council. Here you were, standing in a hallway outside the council’s chambers. Ordinarily, you would come here once in a while to give your report. This time, it was different. You needed to explain your recent failure and behavior to them.

Mainly because of Lucas, Dan’s older son, being in a coma, Peyton having died, and some property damage you caused in town, you needed to defend yourself. You tried to hold back tears, as you waited for your fate to happen. It was the only time in 10 years that you’d felt lonely and lost. You needed someone to bring you back this piece of heaven turning into darkness in your head.

Memories flew back into your mind, your heart ached as you remembered the surprise visit from Dan yesterday, the way he was silent, controlling his temper until the guard left both of you alone. The second the guard had left, he was a different man, the man you always thought he wouldn’t be. He pushed you against the wall, grabbing your throat in his hand and squeezing it. He yelled at you about how he warned you that he would kill you himself if you came back. Now that you were the reason HIS son got hurt AND Peyton had died, he wouldn’t think twice.You didn’t remember much, except for the part where you heard someone screaming for him to stop while you fainted.

You were brought back to the present when a door opened, catching your attention, and you stood up as you heard your name. You took a deep breath before walking toward the door reluctantly. As you walked into the room, you noticed how dark the room was, except for a spotlight. This was different from when you came to deliver your monthly report. You knew that on rare occasions this room held trials. This wouldn’t be like a normal trial, though, where a jury would judge you, based on the proof they saw.

This was different; you had to explain yourself in front of the wisest and oldest members of the town. They would ask you questions and make a ruling. They had a very diversified way to give their punishments, from hanging to banishing. If they allowed you to stay, it wasn’t without incurring some physical pain.

Once inside of the spotlight, another one turned on in front of you, too bright to allow you to see anything. You had to put a hand on your face to block the slight pain until you were used to it.

“Miss Morris. You are here in front of your peers because of the following charges,” announced an echoing voice.

You pulled your hand down, and in front of you were the shadows of at least five people. You held your breath as another echoing voice read the list of charges.

“Using magic in a public place, injuring a potential witch, causing the death of a civilian, and jeopardizing the town. We won’t be looking into the obvious guilt of your actions, but we want to understand your motivation and give you a proper punishment.”

With your head bowed and your shoulders hunched, you didn’t face them. Well, you couldn’t see them, but you weren’t able to be brave or cheeky after what happened to Lucas and Peyton. This was the price to pay for letting the Winchesters put their noses where they shouldn’t and having to use magic in public.

“Miss Morris. Explain to us the reason why you attacked Lucas Scott and Peyton Sawyer,” a female voice ordered.

“I…I didn’t mean to hurt them. Hunters came into town, and I needed to make them leave….” you began.

“You are not allowed to take care of anyone unless one of the council members gives you an order or agrees to it!” a male voice boomed with the reprimand.

How were you going to get out of this? You knew the rules well, and with Lucas in the coma, there was no way in hell Dan would back you up. He might have before, but not now. “I…I know….” you tried to say.

“And yet you still did it. Causing damage in town! Hurting innocent people! You’re putting this town in danger!”

“I…I thought I was doing the right thing,” you blurted out “I was told to–”

“Who told you, Miss Morris. I am fairly certain none of us did!”

You felt trapped now, more than ever, and if you said more, you would need to tell them about your work with Dan Scott. You couldn’t do that! You couldn’t betray your family! After that, you decided to follow what your heart told you and be quiet, which wasn’t to your advantage because the council had already decided your fate. Although they wanted to discuss a proper punishment for you, guards took you back to your cell while tears fell down your cheek.

Dean POV

Images flashed, (Y/N) had Sam pinned against a wall, hurting him like she was enjoying it. Sam screamed Dean’s name, who ran toward him. But he was too late. (Y/N) made him blow up into dust, then she smirked at him. “It’s your turn, now.”

Dean’s eyes shot open; he was sweating and panting in (Y/N)’s bed. This had been his nightmare for the last few days, the image of his brother dying was still lingering in his mind. Dean rubbed his face, then groaned in pain as he tried to sit up. His side was still hurting him. The past two days had been hard. He was trapped in (Y/N)’s apartment without his brother, his car, or his weapons, while he figured out how to get past (Y/N)’s friend, Rachel, and save Sam. He wondered idly how he even got into so much trouble. Not that it was the first time, but this time he wanted to try something he would never have expected to consider. He rubbed his face, before grabbing the whiskey bottle from his nightstand. He drank the last bit of the bottle, before putting it back down. At least he was trapped in an apartment that had alcohol.

He stood up holding his side. The loss of his brother made him need revenge, but the time he passed with (Y/N), those three days were very intense. He still didn’t understand why she sent him to her apartment when she knew the council guards were coming for her. Couldn’t she have gotten some points in her favor by turning him in? Maybe he did get into her mind or her heart? He hoped he made her see what was going on around her.

Walking around the apartment, he discovered that Rachel wasn’t there. Deciding to make a run for it, Dean walked toward the door after grabbing his jacket. He needed to find (Y/N) and to take care of her. When he reached the door, he barely had time to touch the handle before it flew open, Rachel standing on the other side with a sassy smirk on her face.

“What’s the rush, Cowboy? Thought you liked the place?” she taunted, pointing Dean’s Colt at him.

Dean sighed. At least he now knew where one of his guns was. She was supposed to be (Y/N)’s friend. With her around, he felt like (Y/N) had been playing him all along. He stepped back and put his hands up. “So, what’s your plan sweetheart? Are you my bodyguard, now?” he cross-examined.

She had a sardonic smile on her face. “If it weren’t for (Y/N), you would be dead by now.”

Dean glared at her. “Listen, sweetheart, I will go out and kill her, anyway. So, you better let me go, now,” he said harshly to her.

She sneered. “You will be kind of late. The council will handle her. She gave herself in two days ago.”

Dean narrowed his eyes. He didn’t want to hear any of her lies, so he moved fast, grabbed his gun from her hand, and knocked her out with it. He held his side, groaning a bit before getting out of the apartment without looking back.

Nathan POV

Eyes swollen and red, Nathan sat on a chair next to Lucas’s bed. He watched the various pieces of medical equipment that kept his brother alive. Knowing that without all of those devices Lucas wouldn’t be able to survive made his heart shatter in pieces. He rubbed his face, wishing he could have saved him, or at least moved when he saw the fake agents running in the street as if something had chased them. He never expected (Y/N) to act the way she did.

After a glowing light had come out of nowhere, blinding him and everyone on the street, there had been the sound of gunfire. His eyes had burned from the light and he’d rubbed them, wondering what the hell had happened. He had finally been able to see after a few minutes, only to see his brother unconscious. That wasn’t what had caught his attention, though. It had been the blood pouring down next to him. He’d immediately reached forward to see Peyton had had a hole in her chest. Shock had controlled his body as tears had begun to fall down his face. A scream had made him turn his head to see (Y/N) with her fist closed, while the tall agent with long hair had been shrieking in pain.

He hadn’t understood what she was doing, or how she was capable of making someone suffer without even touching them. He’d been too scared and shocked to understand when he saw Dean disappear. When Y/N turned and approached him, his heart had raced and his face had paled, fearing he’d be next.

Nathan swallowed with difficulties while trying to hold back another burst of tears. Nevertheless, Dean’s entrance interrupted his thoughts. Nathan widened his eyes and stood up, not sure what was happening. “How…” Nathan began, but stopped when he saw Dean’s weapon.

“Shut up, kid! Where is your cousin!?” he hissed, pressing his gun against his temple.

Nathan froze, not able to speak. He had no idea what to say, didn’t know where she was, and he didn’t think Dean would believe him if he told him. Dean pinned him against the wall, and the pain in his back as it hit the wall hard brought him out of the trance. “I…I swear I don’t know! I would tell you if I did,” he stammered.

After looking into his eyes, like he was searching for the truth, Dean grabbed him and made him face Lucas. “Look at your brother! Is this how you want to end up, too!?” he fumed.

Nathan shook his head. “N…No, please don’t hurt me. I…I don’t know,” he quavered, thinking Dean would hurt him, too.

“Then help me find her! She needs to be stopped!” Dean demanded.

Nathan widened his eyes and turned to face him. “She didn't… She wouldn’t do that.” He felt he needed to defend (Y/N), even though they never really got along.

“You saw what she did to my brother! What makes you think she didn’t do that to yours?!” Dean growled.

With that, Nathan’s mind raced. A part of him thought of all the possibilities and even tried to find excuses for her actions. But no excuses were good enough to quiet the part of him that knew what she was capable of. Not to mention the fact that everyone knew what she was. He glanced from his brother to Dean for a second, then slumped his shoulders. “Fine. I don’t know where she is, but I know who might,” he replied with tears in his eyes.

Later that day

After talking to his mother while Dean was waiting in his car, Nathan had found some shocking information he would’ve never imagined hearing in his whole life. When he came back in the car, he gave Dean directions to (Y/N)’s possible location, but he barely spoke. It seemed that Dean didn’t bother for a little while, but eventually turned to him, concerned.

“You OK, Kiddo?” he questioned.

Nathan turned his head away from the window in his direction. “Hmm. Yeah, I am,” he sighed. “Please stop calling me kiddo.”

Dean nodded. “Can’t promise I won’t,” he said. “Listen, Nathan. I need to know you are on board with the whole killing (Y/N) thing. I get that it’s not easy for yo…”

Nathan rolled his eyes. “I am on board, Dean. I want her to pay for what she did to Lucas. Trust me, I do,” he informed him.

“But?” Dean queried.

Nathan frowned. “Don’t get me wrong; she is evil. But I just can’t shake off the idea that we could try and save her.” he explained.

Dean sighed heavily. “Ki… Natha…”

“Look, Dean. I get it. She needs to be taken care of, but you said yourself she kept you for two days without even hurting you. She had all the chance to, but here you are, free as a bird. Don’t you think…?”

“Shut up, Kid! There is no chance in hell I would let her go after what she did to Sam! Now, I don’t care what you have in mind, but she will pay for that!” Dean growled as he lost his temper.

With his harsh and dangerous tone, Nathan decided to stay quiet and turned his head back to look out of the window. He didn’t want to say anything else that Dean could misinterpret. At that point, Nathan was sure that what he learned from his mother wouldn’t make Dean change his mind. There he was, torn between saving her or letting Dean have his revenge. Should he listen to his heart or his reason?

(Y/N) Pov

Laying down on the metal bed of your cell, the memory of you and Dean ran in circles in your head. Maybe he was right about Dan, about you, and probably about everything else in this town, but now, it was too late to do anything. Soon, the council would make a decision, and you knew it wouldn’t be pretty for you. Just the mere thought of what they were capable of was giving you chills, and you held your necklace like you always did when you were stressed, nervous, and frustrated.

You couldn’t help but smile as the memory of the night you two spent together creeped in your mind. It was nice, until you woke up a few hours later with an upset Dan yelling at you and you had to make sure Dean was dressed and tied up again. With all those thoughts you didn’t hear the footsteps until they were in front of your cell. You sat up quickly, then stood up as the guard barked orders at you. You couldn’t use your power because of the bracelet you wore on your wrist; it was a cursed bracelet, something that blocked any creature from using any ability or strength they possessed.

The only option for escape that you had was to try to win using hand to hand combat. However, the guards were the best at their position; their training prepared them to act in all circumstances. So, you just followed them towards the trial room, wholly trapped and not able to do anything

“Miss Morris. We, the council, have made a decision concerning your fate,” said the same echoing voice, once you arrived in front of the spotlight.

You held your breath, expecting the worst from them. “We concluded with your past actions that you are a dangerous witch for this town. So we decided t-” the voice stopped for a few seconds. You couldn’t see anything, but you could hear that someone came in to speak to them. “In the light of the unexpected pregnancy, we need to have a few minutes recess.”

You raised an eyebrow, not understanding, but slowly, everything started to sink in. Your hands automatically took place against your belly, and your eyes widened, not believing anything that was happening.

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Girlfriend- Part 7: The Mission

Series summary: Sam’s suspicious behaviour has you and Dean curious enough to follow him, to find out he is meeting with a Demon in secret leaves you both in shock. Based on S4 demon blood story line with a darker ending.

Pairings: Dean x Reader, Sam x Ruby, Sam x Reader (Platonic)

Chapter summary: Operation: bring Sammy home! This is a bit longer than usual, but it has a lot of action! I really enjoyed writing this chapter, possibly my favourite one. Hope you enjoy reading it!

MASTERLIST

"Everybody understands what they're doing?" Dean spoke to you, Bobby, Garth and Cas as you all prepared your weapons in Bobby's front room. You all answered yes in unison, Dean had gone over each step of the plan in great detail 5 times already. You couldn't blame him for acting so erratically, this was his baby brother. Or at least it used to be, and you were hoping that inside his body, there was some part of his soul that didn't have black smoke filtered through it.

Everyone got up and got to their cars, you and Dean took the impala, Bobby and Garth took a van and Castiel agreed to fly and meet you there in a few hours. The car ride was tense and Dean's body was a statue. He had no music on, wallowing in his frightened thoughts about his kid brother and what he had become. He blamed himself entirely for Sam, he believed that he should've put a bullet in him as soon as his dad even mentioned it, but how could he? Sam was his world and his dad drilled it into him from day one to take care of him, Dean never thought those words would have a different meaning.

"Baby?" You asked softly.

"Hm?" He didn't move his pursed lips to respond and his body stayed stiff with two tight fists on the steering wheel.

You slid over closer to him, and rested your hand on top of his that was on the wheel. It relaxed slightly under your touch and after a brief moment he landed it in your lap where you laced your fingers with his and traced over his knuckles with your thumb.

"I know you don't want to talk, I don't either. But I just have to say this." You took a deep breath before speaking. "None of this is your fault." You began when you felt his hand tense up in protest against your words. "Listen to me. It's not. You raised Sam well, you looked after him. But he's nearly 30, he makes his own choices, and in this case he's trusted the wrong people." you spoke lowly afraid of startling the anger in Dean that was on the brink of explosion. "But please don't blame yourself. We just need to focus on the plan, and try and get him home, ok?"

"mkay" He replied. You knew he wasn't accepting your words, but that would never stop you from telling them to him like a broken record.

It had been two months since you saw Sam, and from all of your sources he hadn’t yet completed the ritual to summon Lilith. This brought comfort to you, you thought that meant there was still a lot of humanity in him and that he wasn’t willing to kidnap and harm an innocent human. However, after torturing a few demons you learned that he was in fact just waiting for another eclipse. There had been one the night you met up with him and Ruby, and there was another tonight. You and Bobby had been torturing demons for weeks, attempting to gather intel. You had figured out where Sam was holding up, however he had a lot of black smoke on his side now.

An hour and a half later, Dean’s impala pulled up to the agreed meeting place before everyone else. He clambered out of the car and charged straight to the trunk where he checked over his weapons bag once more. You followed him, not really knowing what to say or do in this situation. This was something you’d never gone through before and Dean was a lit fuse ready to explode at any minute.

He dropped his duffel at his feet and slammed the car boot down. He leaned both his hands on it an bowed his head, sucking the air through his teeth to keep his breathing under control. You moved beside him gently slid your hand across the car and landed on to his. As soon as your hand touched his, his teary eyes met yours. You put your back to the car and leaned your body against it, keeping his hand and spinning him round to stand side by side with you.

“You have to keep it together Dean, just until we get through this,” You spoke softly.

He took his hand from you and raised his arm over your head before gently laying it on your shoulders, pulling you tight into a side hug and nestled a kiss into your hair.

“I need to thank you, y/n” Dean started with his trembling voice.

“Stop.”

“No seriously. “ He caught your eyes. “We don’t know what could go down in here, I need to tell you a few things”

Your soft eyes gazing into his own prompted him to continue.

“I’ve been such a mess these last months, i’m crying, i’m angry, i’m not even me half the time.” His gaze returned in front of him as his words got deeper. “But you have been my rock, you’ve been so patient dealing with my sorry ass and you’ve kept my head above water.”

“Dean-”

“Y/N, you’ve been incredible and I want you to know that. A man couldn’t wish for more. I love you.” He said the words and they meant more to you than they ever had. You both had said ‘I love you’ before, but it never felt like this. It never made your breath catch in your throat like it just had. You planted a brief kiss on his lips, enough to let him know that his words meant everything to you, but not enough to distract from the mission at hand.

“You’ve helped me through so much too, Dean. I appreciate it so much” You stood in front of the hunter with no room between you. His face was still tense, but there was a hint of a smile threading to come through at your words of appreciation. You cupped his stubbled cheeks. “I love you too.” He pressed his lips gingerly to yours to seal the confessions, the corner of his lip tugged up into a smile as he pulled away, but his eyes were telling a different story. A story of defeat and exhaustion. You just needed this mission to be over and done with.

Castiel flew in at the exact moment that Bobby and Garth pulled up to the lay-by. You let Dean stay by the car to gather his emotions before the mission, and took lead in getting the group ready.

“Got everything?” You asked the men as you walked the few feet to the van. Garth’s head was buried in the back trying to find all his equipment. Bobby was fiddling with his revolver, his shaky hands were struggling to get the bullets in. The gun expert who had been loading guns for longer than he hadn’t all of a sudden couldn’t put a simple six bullets into his favourite gun.

“Balls!” He yelled as he dropped them all, he raised his hand to chuck his gun but he stopped himself.

“Hey.” You said softly as you picked up the bullets and gently took the gun out of his hands. You loaded it and returned it, closing his hand over it and offering him a comforting squeeze. He looked at you with eyes filled with almost as much worry as your boyfriend’s. Dean had wandered over to the group and handed you your shot gun, and you gathered everyone close.

“Kill every demon in sight and get this boy home. Stick to the plan as best you can. Be careful everyone.” You gave a final pep talk to the group before you all broke. Dean squeezed you from behind and placed a quick peck on your cheek, wishing you good luck as you split up. Cas, Garth and yourself headed off down the road, just ahead of the small rest stop where you had left the cars. Dean and Bobby jumped over a fence to the right which led to a field. There was one acre of grass and crops to cut through before they reached the back entrance to the old farm where you knew Sam was held up.

Castiel few you and Garth to the front entrance of the farm after the agreed time to ensure you arrived at the same time as Dean and Bobby. The atmosphere was tense, no-one was talking. Not even Garth spoke a word and he loved to chat. The stakes were too high here to become distracted, every ounce of concentration was on getting into this farm and locating Sam, and bringing him home.

The three of you creeped stealthily through the entrance to the farm, ahead of you was a block of 4 stables and with a swift examination as you slinked past you could see there was nothing worth stopping for. To the right was a large barn that Bobby and Dean were heading towards the back of, and off to the left there was an old cart shed that needed checking. You signalled to Cas to check it for Demons as you and Garth continued quietly along the path. You both crouched behind a few old hay bales in front of the barn and remained silent until Cas got back. You seen the cart shed briefly glow, and then again a few seconds later. Cas arrived at your side after that.

“2 demons. Dead.” He mouthed.

“Ready?” You moved your lips with no sound. You could hear noise in the barn there was definitely people in there and you didn’t want them to hear you. Cas looked up at the barn and his face hardened. His eyes traced over something that you were unable to see, and when he looked at you with pursed lips and shook his head you realised there was angel warding on the barn.

You motioned your hands for him to stay put, afterwards pointing at yourself and Garth and then to the barn. Both men nodded their heads and you gripped your salt-loaded shot gun tightly as you stood up from behind the bales and edged along to the barn door. You peered through a gap in the structure and your face drained, the sight in front of you brought the tears you had been holding back all this time to a fore front and you snapped your head away from the view. Garth placed a hand on your shoulder an gently patted, but you both knew there was no time for emotion because Bobby and Dean were on the other side of the barn ready to ambush. You drew a deep breath to compose yourself and nodded at Garth who busted the barn door open.

As soon as Bobby and Dean heard the sound of you entering, they took their own entrance in through the back. You scanned over the situation while simultaneously fighting the demon that was manning the entrance who jumped you instantly. You could see at least four in your immediate line of sight, and as you shot a round of rock salt at the one at the door, you immediately felt another grab you from behind, knocking your gun out of your hands. You had just enough time to kick the first demon out the door where Cas would be able to smite him from outside which he immediately did, before throwing his angel blade through the open door and into the head of the demon that had just grabbed you. You nodded your head as a thanks before turning back to grab the angel blade from the demons skull when a foot on your wrist stopped you.

Your body dropped to the ground as the pressure on your arm heightened. You traced the foot right the way up as you winced in pain. Your stomach turned as your eyes met those of Ruby’s who laughed as she stomped on your arm, breaking your wrist, causing you to yell out in pain.

“Y/N!” Dean yelled from the other side of the barn when he heard you scream which grabbed your attention. You looked at Dean who had a struggling demon at his feet, and Bobby was in the corner flinging holy water into another demon’s face in such a torturous way it caused him to smoke out and the meat suit to drop.

You snapped up, pushing Ruby off you. She stumbled slightly giving you an opportunity to grab the angel blade from the demons head. You had it in your grip, pacing threateningly towards her, adrenaline taking the pain in your wrist away momentarily when you heard Dean scream. The demon he was fighting had got the better of him and he needed a weapon. Bobby’s holy water had ran out, and his salt rounds that he was firing were only causing the demon to flinch. Meanwhile, Garth had just dropped the demon he had been struggling with.

You launched at Ruby slashing her face, causing her to shriek in pain and fold over. You took advantage of her stance and pushed her down, as she dropped to the floor your eyes caught the sight of her magic knife on her hip. You slashed her once more as she started to squirm on the floor and grabbed her knife from her belt.

“Help him!” You looked over your shoulder to Garth as you slid the angel blade across the floor to him. He dashed across the barn and plunged the weapon into the back of the demon who was beating Dean near half to death.

You pulled Ruby up by her hair and she shifted around under your grip trying to get free. You back her into the wall and put the blade to her throat and drove it in enough to draw blood, which had her begging to stop.

“Where. Is. Sam.” You asked sternly, you weren’t going to ask again. You heard a few creaks above your head and the shuffling of feet and your eyes wandered up to the hay loft of the barn to see the man stood with a gore-covered white shirt and blood dripping from his chin.

“Here I am.”

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sammy-moo · 5 years ago

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The Hunter’s Son Pt. 11

Characters: Sam x Reader, Jonah

Words: 2,319

Warnings: Smut lies ahead.

~Masterlist~

You were stunned by your son’s wish as he sat behind his cake, a big smile on his face.

Sam was practically mirroring the same expression you had before you moved into action of cutting the cake.

Thankfully the kids just talked about how cool it would’ve been had his wish came true, while the few adults there just gave you and Sam a look.

Your brows knit together as you passed out the cake and ice cream, looking to the closest mom when you were done. “What? I don’t understand that look everyone is giving us?”

“Because we’ve all been there. Well, more or less. My daughter wanted a sibling when she was three. Or at least she thought she did. Once she found out she was getting a sister, her world was over. Jonah just thinks he wants a sibling, but once it happens he may feel differently about it.”

You paled at that, “Well that’s okay. I doubt Sam wants another kid anyways.”

“Uh huh,” she said folding her arms. “Tell me that again when you realize the way he looks at you. He’s crazy about you. You’d be crazy not to see that he’d want another one. I mean, what’s more special than creating a child with someone you love?”

Color began to flood your face all at once. She couldn’t help but laugh and walk off, leaving you at the counter completely flustered. Thankfully you were able to work the blood back through your body as you had to help gather up the dishes when the children finished eating cake and ice cream before Jonah would open presents.

With Jonah, the presents zipped by along with the hours the children played. And before you knew it, you and Sam had the house all cleaned from Jonah’s 7th birthday party and plopped onto the couch with a sigh.

“It’s so much quieter now with all the kids gone.”

“I’ll say,” Sam said happily. He turned his head to look at you, resting against the plush backing of the couch. “About Jonah’s birthday wish tonight….”

And suddenly you were going to die from blood not getting to your heart again.

He bit his lip as he looked away, “I mean, I’ve never really thought about it. I never really thought I’d be a dad to begin with but this past month getting to really know Jonah, and the last half year being with you and him…. I kinda want that. I want another kid with you. I wanna,” he let out a pained sigh before adjusting, turning his body to face yours as he rested his elbow against the couch, head in his hand. “I wanna be able to experience what I missed.”

You had to do something. You had to move, breath- pretty much anything.

You gulped and adjusted, “I want another kid with you Sam, I really do, but I want to make sure this is something we really want- something Jonah really wants. I mean, he didn’t have you growing up for pretty much six years of his life. There were things you missed that I know he wanted you there for. I don’t want another child getting those things he missed and him being jealous or angry with you for it. So can we please just talk with him before we start trying?”

Sam nodded and got up, “How about we go talk with him then?”

“What? Now!?”

“Well yeah,” he scoffed playfully. “I haven’t had you all to myself yet and this really gives me an excuse.” He smirked and walked towards Jonah’s room, leaving you to follow.

You nervously left the couch and followed behind him, going through the hall and into his bedroom.

Jonah was playing with his new toys while Riot took the foot of his bed, just laying there watching him.

“Jonah, can we talk with you for a moment?”

His actions stopped as he immediately plopped onto his bed. “Sure!”

Sam bit his lip as he stared at his son.

How the hell was he supposed to do this??

You moved in more, stepping in front of Sam and closer to the bed, taking the open spot between Jonah and Riot. “About your wish tonight… Do you really want a brother or sister?”

Jonah hummed then nodded. “Yeah!”

“Well you do realize it’ll be a long time before you can play together right?”

He frowned a bit. “No but that’s okay! I have other friends.”

Sam moved closer and knelt down. “Still. Friend aside, I’ll be around for a lot. Stuff that your sibling will get that,” he let out a sigh. “That you didn’t get growing up. We don’t want you hating me or your sibling for it. With that in mind, are you sure about this?”

Jonah blinked. “You think I won’t get to experience it? I get to live it through them! I’m gonna be there for it too!”

You sat next to your now 7 year old in shock, wondering just when he had become so wise. And part of you was ready to question if it worked, but then you remembered the amazing things Jonah brought back into your life. Things that lost their magic years ago because to shine again, and you got to experience how amazing the little things truly were. So it was definitely possible he would get to experience something similar with his sibling.

You looked to Sam and smiled, “Alright. We’ll make sure that wish comes true.”

Sam shared a smile and looked to Jonah. “It’s gonna take a while though okay? We gotta….” He quickly thought, “We gotta call the stork to make sure they deliver the best sibling you could ask for.”

Jonah smiled big, “Tell them I want a brother!”

“We can’t control that but we’ll try,” laughed Sam. He straightened up, “That’s all we wanted to talk about. Your mom and I will go call right now.”

Jonah nodded and you rose up, following Sam out.

“Do you want another boy?”

Sam laughed and pulled you into the room, kissing you. “While I’d love one, we already have Jonah. And I want a little girl. Maybe if we’re lucky she’ll be a spitting image of you.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle, “Yeah with my luck though she’ll look like you too.”

Sam rolled his eyes at you before pecking your lips with his in a quick kiss. “Is this what you want? Because if not, then we don’t have to do this. We can just tell Jonah the stork said this isn’t the best time?”

It was your turn to roll your eyes as you let out a small chortle. “Sam, I want this. I’ve always wanted to have this family with you when I had Jonah. I longed for it and knew it wouldn’t- couldn’t happen… But now? It’s all I want. I just want us to have this happy little family.”

It was like a flip switched on in Sam. It was like all he had been thinking about since Jonah opened his mouth was having you in his arms.

He moved like you were his prey as he pulled you back into his arms, keeping your body so close it was like he was crushing you into becoming one. His teeth gently pulled at your bottom lip, leaving you gasping. He took that chance to deepen the kiss, his tongue practically dancing with yours as he pulled a low moan from you.

He’s giant hands slid down to your ass, sliding further to lift you up into his arms. Your legs snatched around his waist in an instant as he walked you to the bed. He dropped you back, the air you got immediately leaving your body as your face flushed. You looked up at Sam with darkened eyes, watching as his eyes scanned over your body.

You sat up to kiss him but he stopped you to remove your shirt, sending it crashing onto the floor. His fingers quickly fumbled with the button on your jeans, pushing the denim down. With a little help from you he quickly sent those to the floor. You scooted further onto the bed, eyes never once leaving him. Within a second his shirt was tossed with yours, his chest rising hungrily as his fingers quickly popped his belt and jeans. Once they were heading down his thighs his cock sprung free from its denim prison.

Before he made his way for you, you quickly discarded your bra, making Sam freeze in his movements. His eyes scanned your body once more, taking notice of all the imperfections you developed since the last time he saw you like this.

Stretch marks decorated parts of your body, and your stomach still had that little bit of baby weight you never had the ability to lose. Years ago you never had those lines etched into your skin, or that bit of extra weight, and your breasts were a little smaller. But now? You were perfect just as you were back then.

His eyes fell back on yours, your teeth drawing in your bottom lip. In a flash he was over you, lips pressing hungrily to yours and down to your neck. You threaded your fingers into his hair as he focused on your pulse point, making you arch into him.

Your body tingled wherever his lips touched as he made his way down, ripping your panties away from your body.

He groaned at the smell of you, wanting nothing more than to taste you and having you cumming from just his tongue. But he needed to feel you.

Instead he peeled his boxers away, finally fully freeing his cock from any confines. He wedged himself between your legs and brushed his cock through your folds, making you whimper, “Sam please. Fuck me. Put a baby in me.”

Sam snarled and kissed you, pushing into you in one swift movement, swallowing your moan at the way he stretched you.

The burn was delicious as he pushed his member fully into you, his moan erupting from him.

He pulled back slowly before thrusting back in, a soft moan leaving you. Sam began to fuck into you roughly, your moans fueling his movements like a drug. He wanted to make you scream, but with Jonah in his room it would have to be saved for another time.

You pulled grunts and moans from him as your nails dug into his skin, meeting his thrusts. Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him in even further.

“Fuck Sam…. You feel amazing…”

“Bet you forgot what it felt like having your pussy stretched like this,” he snarled. “Bet no other man has filled you up this much. But I’m gonna fill you up even more.” His teeth dug into the flesh of your neck before his lips made their way to your ear. “Gonna pump you so full of my cum. Gonna be pregnant with my baby again.”

You whined loudly, blushing by just how loud it was, “Sam… Please.”

“Please what?” He stopped his movements, making you whimper.

“I wanna cum.”

Sam hummed. “Doesn’t sound like you want it that badly.” He began to thrust slowly, dragging his movements as he’d push back in and brush again, striking the right spot.

Your legs trembled around his waist, inching closer and closer to your release that still felt so far away.

“Sam please….”

Sam smirked and pressed a hand between your bodies, his thumb pressing against your bundle of nerves. He began to rub at your clit just as slowly as he thrusted, making you whine in frustration.

It was driving you crazy.

“Sam please let me cum… I need to. Cum with me and fill me up, please!”

His eyes darkened even more, practically becoming black holes absorbing any color from his iris as he snarled, thrusting and brushing his cock right against your g-spot. His thumb pressed and rubbed your clit, egging you on as he leaned closer, his lips brushing yours as he spoke, “Cum,” before colliding and eating up the moans that came from you as your body shook.

Your legs tightened around his waist as your walls fluttered and clutched around his member, pulling his own orgasm from him as his thick, hot seed coated your walls.

He slowly pried his lips from yours, panting and sending his hot breath fanning across your face.

You looked into his eyes, finding the color slowly escaping. “Sam.”

You watched as a quick worry came across his face, “Yeah?”

“I love you.”

He chortled in relief before kissing your lips gently, “I love you too, Y/N.”

You wanted to scream, instead you laid underneath him with the goofiest and happiest grin. But that was soon replaced with a whimper at the loss of him as he rolled to lay beside you, his chest glistening with sweat.

“You’ve gotten better with age.”

He laughed and rolled his eyes, “I can say the same about you. Next time though, I’m going to make sure it’s just us.”

It was your turn to laugh as you rested your head on him. “We can’t fall asleep. One of us has to be sure Jonah goes to bed.”

Sam immediately put his finger to his nose, a giant smirk on his face as you huffed and slid from bed.

Just as you put your weight on your feet and attempted to get dressed you quickly crumbled.

Sam laughed and got up from bed, “Kidding. Let me do it. You need to stay in bed anyways. Keep those chances high. Unless you want round two?”

“Just get out,” you peered playfully as you tossed his boxers at him.

Sam quickly dressed before darting out.

Meanwhile you collapsed back into the bed, a smile on your face as you placed your hand on your bare stomach.

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everything1506 · 6 years ago

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Wearing His Shirt (Dean Winchester Fluff)

Summary: You wear Dean’s shirt hoping to spark something between you to and your plan might just work.

Author Note: all mistakes are my own please share if you liked it but give me credit, comments and likes are loved so much, give me a shout out if you want and thanks for reading.

You were home at the bunker when you had an evil idea, tease Dean. Your relationship with him was complicated, it was filled with lingering hugs, longing touches, flirty conversations and banter. You liked him even loved him but he never seemed to show whether he had the same feelings towards you. It was getting annoying so why not find out for sure.

So here you were in the bunkers steel kitchen in just one of Dean’s flannel shirts and a lacy pair of pants (panties for you Americans). You had got this shirt from the laundry room instead of risking getting a shirt from his room, it was a red, white and grey and was mid-thigh length for you given that you were a foot shorter than his 6″1 frame.

The shirt clung to your boobs and hugged your figure pretty well for a oversize shirt, you had the first two buttons undone leaving your chest slightly exposed. You had been making chocolate chip pancakes for yourself and the boys, although Sam did mostly only eat ‘rabbit food’ as Dean would say he loved a good chocolate chip pancake on a sunny Saturday morning, not that he would know because we’re underground.

You turned around with a shock as you saw Dean mouth agape stood by the breakfast bar. This was your time to play, “Something wrong Dean?” You stood there the most innocent look you could conjure on your face as you stared at him, his eyes racking over figure.

“N-no, nothing just wondering why you were wearing my shirt,” he stuttered but soon regained his Dean Winchester charm and confidence. You smirked to yourself not showing it of course, years of pretending to be a FBI or newspaper writer has taught how to not show any real emotions. “I can take it off if you want,” you said, innocent and sorry, going to the hem of the shirt ready to lift it up.

“No sweetheart your alright it looks better on you than it ever would on me anyway.” Your heart fluttered at the pet name and at his words. You moved your hands away from the hem and let them fall at your sides, “Well I’m not sure about that Winchester because you look damn hot when you wear this shirt.” He blushed at that and it made you smile.

“I made chocolate chip pancakes for breakfast if your feeling hungry,” you said plating three up and handing them to him. “Sweetheart have i ever told you i love you?” You were shocked to say the least.

“Dean shut up.”

“No Y/N I’m serious i love you, you do so much for me and Sam and you never blame us although most things that happen are because of us and your just amazing.” There’s tears in your eyes, he was being serious he felt the same as you.

“Well Dean Winchester I love you too, more than words can say.” You stifle through tears as he comes up and wraps his arms around your waist and gives you the sweetest most tender kiss you have ever had.

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that-lost-one · 5 years ago

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This is so sweet❤️ I actually felt sad that the string kept disappearing and then fading back into existence, even though I knew what was happening to Sam. Very well written

The Red String of Fate

Sam x Reader

The red string of fate ties you to your soulmate, no matter the twists and turns life takes.

Created for @spnkinkbingo Square Filled: Soulmates and for @spngenrebingo Square Filled: Free Fluff.

Warnings: Flangst. WC: 882 On AO3 Thanks to @letsby for reading this over, so helpful and supportive as always!

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⋘ ──── ∗ ⋅◈⋅ ∗ ──── ⋙

One summer afternoon when you were ten your grandmother sat you down at her kitchen table, poured you a glass of her sweet strawberry lemonade, and told you about the red string of fate.

“You see dear, the gods tied a red string around the little finger of those that are destined to be soulmates. The string between you two can get twisted and knotted, but it will never break as long as both mates are still living.”

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bensonstablers · 4 years ago

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tagged by @mego42 to talk about my fic Why don’t we go to Venus? (thank you kindly, my dear 🥰)

Oh boy, this got long 😭😭💀 so I’ve put some of what I had to say plus who I’ve tagged and the rules below the cut!

Okay, so, the actual plot/storyline of Why don’t we go to Venus? came about because of The Expanse which I finally got around to watching s1-4 of back in August 2020. Basically, I was either lazing about or drifting off to sleep? I can’t remember for sure but regardless, I started thinking about the idea of Rio killing Beth but getting to reunite with her (in a way in which he doesn’t die to do so) and that was all thanks to the meeting/reunion scene between Miller and Julie in 2x05 (which refused to leave my mind because it’s so beautiful).

Now, at this point, I had already written another fic — Until Long After She Takes Her Final Breath — where I got to break the surface of exploring the ‘what if’ of Rio killing Beth towards the beginning of s3 and it definitely opened the floodgates. Flashforward a little and thanks to The Expanse, I suddenly had an opprortunity to properly explore Rio’s grief and the death of a favourite character in a way I hadn’t before. It also seems in the show (at least to me) that Rio knows what to do get himself through killing someone so I thought it’d be interesting to see him post killing someone like Beth especially when in Why don’t we go to Venus? (as well as in canon) he’s pretty in denial of how much she means to him lol.

So I had the core/main thing but the following bullet points were things I knew I wanted to include in the fic. Things that were pretty much on the table in the very early stages of planning/figuring out how I was going to write the story without it being a) bland and b) too much like the Miller/Julie story in The Expanse, haha. Anyway:

Removing the alien side of things was an instant decision. I’m very picky about AUs and it can take me a while to warm up to certain ones so explicitly bringing aliens into Good Girls was just not my jam at all. I didn’t want to step too far away from those vibes though which is why I had the superantural elements.

I definitely wanted Rhea and her friendship with Beth as well as her history with Rio and how that would kind of put her in the middle of being loyal to him but also greiving over Beth.

Marcus and his friendship with Jane which would be an added factor of the consequences of Rio’s actions.

(Also, Rhea’s thoughts on the Boland kids and what they’re up to since Beth’s death. This is why I had the funeral and also why I mention that Annie is in therapy and Ruby is using Stan’s contact to get info on the investigation in Beth’s death. All to show the full scope and complications of Rio’s decisions).

Outside of them, Mick and Gretchen were really the only characters I was pretty confident would make appearances (if they made any at all).

I wanted to use drinking as a coping method for Rio and increase it as the story went on, going from it being something he can’t help but gravitate towards to something he deliberately seeks out.

Nightmares (and dreams) were always going to be a way to showcase Rio’s greif and build up his guilt and were the first hint (I guess you could say) to the supernatural elements prior to deciding to have Rio see/hear Beth around his apartment.

For the actual writing of it... The nightmare of Rio following Beth down a corridor in chapter 3 and the stuff in her bedroom that follows was orginally going to be the fic in its entirity (a one-shot) but I kept having to put a lot of (terrible) exposistion in to explain how and why we were at that point so that’s when the idea blew up into nearly 40k words and 3 chapters so I could build up to those scenes instead, haha. I also think it works way better and allowed me to fully explore Rio’s emotions and actions in a way that makes those scenes in Beth’s bedroom more satisyfing.

After that, it became basically about keeping things balanced and focused.

Also, Rio hearing Beth’s voice and seeing her around his apartment and stuff was based on Miller seeing/hearing Julie leading up their meeting/reunion in 2x05. And the chapter titles are quotes/a conversation from The Expanse 2x05 that really stuck with me but it also made me decide that I didn’t want Beth and Rio’s version of the story to end with as much finality (or rather the same finality) but I still wanted it to feel like a conclusion to the story nonetheless. 😌

tagging: @xstrawmari to talk about ‘lets put on a show’ (or the ‘bucket list’ series as a whole), @medievalraven to talk about ‘in the dark’, @sdktrs12 to talk about ‘Touch (without leaving a trace)’, and @blainesebastian to talk about the ‘plans wrapped in rubber bands’ series (or a particular installment if you have a fave!) — also if any of you have been tagged for these stories, feel free to use this as an excuse to talk about another fic you’ve written 👀

questions under the cut!

recently I have become really fascinated with fanfic authors and what exactly was rumbling around in their brain that inspired a fic?

Was it a line of dialogue you couldn’t get out of your head?

A scene you wrote WAY in advance and then crafted the whole story around?

An image in your mind?

Inspiration from another form of media?

Maybe someone suggested something to you and it just TOOK off from there?

What is the root of your fic? The cornerstone -what is it all built around? The idea that started it all?

Tag an author & their fic. Let’s hear about what sparked your story. What exactly got your booty movin’ shakin’ motivated and writin’

#long post #tag games #i know i was tagged to talk about it #but i feel like this is A Lot 😭😂#and it was so much longer than this until i released i basically repeated myself a couple of times 😂😂#either way 'why don't we go to venus?' was one of my favourite things to write so i'm very happy for the opportunity to talk about it #so again... thank you for tagging me!! 🥰

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thethingwewrite · 7 years ago

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War Game (part 2)

Summary: Things are moving forward with Dean knowing who you are. How exactly will everything go after that night?

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 3992

Warning: Angst, anxiety, thought of ending the pain.

Square Filled: Free Space (social pressure/need to be the way someone want you to be)(not sure if it’s good)

A/N: Hey guys, here is part 2 of War Game. It will be part of the SPNANGSBINGO; the third part too, I am not sure for the other part though. I will let you know in time and need. I hope you guys would enjoy this, let me know how you feel about that by giving me feedback. Thanks to @mrswhozeewhatsis and @aingealcethlenn for betaing this fic. For some reason the gif tumblr doesnt want to work so i had to found the gif on google.

Tag: @like-a-bag-of-potatoes, @dr-dean, @helvonasche, @wevegotworktodo, @thorne93, @aprofoundbondwithdean, @faith-in-dean, @roxy-davenport, @fangirl1802, @percywinchester27, @bloodysideofhell, @girl-next-door-writes, @kittenofdoomage, @supernatural-jackles, @mysupernaturalfics, @izawrites, @jelly-beans-and-gstrings , @ariannnawinchester, @thing-you-do-with-that-thing, @jensen-jarpad, @secretlyfurrydragon, @bloodysideofhell, @wonderfulworldofwinchester

Masterpost fic

SPNANSGTBINGO Masterpost

Back to the present day

(Y/N) POV

Your heartbeat raced against your ribcage while many thoughts rushed through your mind. You made an effort to remain calm, tried not to show him you were scared. “Sam… Sam, he isn’t dead. Dan took him to have leverage on you,” you said.

Dean glared at you. “Where is he?!“ he barked, pressing his gun against your temple.

You swallowed hard. “Or what? You’ll kill me! Do you really believe you would be able to save him alone?”

“Sam is my brother. Nothing will stop me from saving him,“ he simply answered.

You scoffed. “Dan is a dangerous man. If you are a threat to him, he will be the only one taking care of you and your brother.”

An evil grin appeared on Dean’s lips. “Sister, you don’t know me,” he asserted, unlocking the safety. “So I’ll give you three seconds to talk.” He nudged the gun pressed against your head. "1…2…”

Three weeks ago: Morning after sex

You’d been up for a little while, now, busy making breakfast while wearing Dean’s shirt with a black bra and matching underwear. The music and cooking had your full attention, so you didn’t hear him walk in the room until he coughed. You turned to see him standing against the doorframe with his arms crossed. His expression told you that he was battling with himself at the sight of you.

He sighed. “Mind giving me my shirt back?”

“A little. What else would I wear?” you chuckled.

Dean shrugged. “I am sure you will figure something out.”

You grinned and turned off the stove. “Really? What’s the rush, Hunter, afraid of a little witch?” you teased, grabbing the pan, then putting the eggs and bacon on two plates.

Dean barely glanced at the plate before raising an eyebrow at the nickname you gave him. “Well, little witch, I have a job to do.”

You rolled your eyes and shook your head. “Hunters, always in a never-ending job,” you said, grabbing the plates. “Well, as you can see I made breakfast, but I guess if you have to…” your voice trailed off.

Dean narrowed his eyes, unsure if he was supposed to trust you. “You’re not trying to poison me, are you?”

You scoffed. “Really? Who do you think I am? A Gypsy?”

Dean pushed his plate toward you. “How about you eat my plate first?” he suggested.

“Boy you really have trust issues,” you said, somewhat amused by his behavior. It didn’t bother you and you knew why. You didn’t trust him either, so you thought of something as you took a bite of the food. “See no…” You started to cough falling down holding your throat.

Dean widened his eyes and rapidly came towards you. “Hey (Y/N)! Hold on I got you!” He looked panicked as he started to look for a hex bag all over the kitchen.

“De… Dean,” you called him, almost like a whisper, and extended your hand to him.

Dean stopped in his tracks, glanced back at you before quickly coming toward you. He kneeled next to you and held your hand, “I’m here sweetheart. I need to find it,” he said, concern written all over his face. He tried to move, but you gripped his hand.

“Ple… Please stay,” you said with difficulties.

Dean sighed, but nodded, not liking that he had to watch you die without helping.

“K… Kiss me.”

Dean rubbed his face and leaned down to kiss your lips gently. His lips touched yours and you pulled him into a deep and rough kiss. Dean frowned and pulled away, glaring at you while you stood up chuckling.

“You should have seen your face!” You laughed, imitating his panicked reaction, which only made you laugh more.

Dean stood up and took his shirt off of you. “You are a bitch. You shouldn’t take this lightly.”

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, I am a witch,“ you pointed out, crossing your arms. “No one is that stupid to go after me.”

“You should stop being one,” he said putting his shirt on. “It’s a warning,” he said firmly.

“Or What? What are you going to do about it?” you asked, stepping closer to him. However immediately stepping back because of the glare he sent you. If his eyes could kill a witch, you would be dead by now. This didn’t make you feel comfortable, somehow. You didn’t expect that coming from him.

Dean shook his head and started to walk out of the kitchen, but stopped at the door. He turned to face you, “Did you know Keith Scott?”

You nodded. “Yeah. I did. Why?” You leaned against the counter.

Dean rubbed his face. “Any chance you know who is behind his death?” Dean asked.

You shook your head. “No I don’t. But I have a little advice for you. Stop looking into Keith’s death. Nothing good will come of it. Especially not for you.”

Dean frowned. “Sorry sweetheart. Can’t do that given what I am,” he said. “I hope, for your own good, that you are not involved.” With a sad smile, he grabbed his things and walked out of the apartment.

You pressed your lips together. Once you were sure Dean was gone, you grabbed your phone and dialed Dan’s number. You had to wait a few seconds before he answered the call.

“(Y/N) (Y/M/N) Morris!” said a rough and upset voice.

You froze, cold sweats forming on your back. You knew you somewhat screwed up in a way, but you didn’t know what you had done this time. “Huh Dan, you sound upset,” you said, suddenly nervous.

“What gave it away?” he said. You swore you could hear his eyes roll, “Do you know the definition of discretion (Y/N)?”

The sweat slid down your back. You knew Dan’s approach too well; he was trying to punish you, to make you realize your mistake in the worst way possible. You were just glad you weren’t in front of him because his humiliations were painful to live through. “Ehm. Yeah, I do.”

“Do you? Then why did Nathan come to me last night? Blaming me for sending you?!”

“Sir… De… the hunter was at your garage. I…I was just doing my job.”

Dan scoffed. “This sounds like you did more than your job. Come to the office. There are few things we need to fix,” he said before hanging up the phone.

You were left there hearing the end call signal on the phone. You put the phone down on the counter, but it turned out that your hands were still shaking. All you wanted now was for your anxiety to go away. You were worried about losing your job and anxious for your life. You sat down at the counter taking a deep breath to try to regain yourself again, but it was not that easy. It was a long process of telling yourself that you could do this, that it wasn’t your fault, and you were good at this.

2 Hours later

Nathan POV

(picture found in google)

Nathan walked toward the main entrance of his house, and he greeted his mother. He had called her the previous night and asked her to come in that morning to talk about (Y/N).

“Listen, Nate. (Y/N) is under his grip. She is the only one of us who doesn’t see his bad influence at the moment,” Deb said, sitting down at the kitchen table.

Nathan shook his head. “Mom, I think she knows and enjoys it.”

Deb frowned. “I doubt she is enjoying it, Nathan,” she said. “Now, I am not trying to find excuses for her behavior. It’s just, she wants to impress him. Like you did before.“

“Impress him!? God, Mom, she is not a child anymore. This honestly looks more like she has Stockholm syndrome,” he exclaimed with an exasperated sigh.

Deb sipped on the coffee her son had given her. “Well, I figured it was time for a little intervention,” she informed him.

Nathan tilted his head, but before he had time to say something, the doorbell rang. He immediately frowned. “Oh, Mom. What did you do?” he asked, walking towards the main entrance.

He was just glad Hailey, his wife, was with her best friends Peyton and Brooke, at that moment. He didn’t want her around (Y/N), and both didn’t actually get along. This a good thing, well for Hailey; for him this improvised intervention sounded more like a pain in his neck.

“Hello, cousin,” (Y/N) said, walking into the house pushing past him.

Nathan massaged his temple as he followed her, barely listening to anything she was saying. He crossed his arms as he watched (Y/N) and his mother interact with each other. (Y/N) seemed really different, he could tell she was never faking with her, or at least that’s what she wanted to show. With his father, it was something different, it seemed like she was walking on eggshells and afraid to do wrong. A little like he used to be, always wanting to please Dan, to act like him, and he did become, at some point, someone he wasn’t. He was just glad Hailey was in his life.

“Not that I mind seeing you, but you mind telling me why I am here. I got a job to do,” (Y/N) said, bringing back Nathan to the current situation.

Nathan and Deb looked at each other, then Nathan nodded to his mother to talk first. “(Y/N) sweety, there is something important we need to discuss,” she said.

She raised an eyebrow. “Important? So you didn’t just want to see me?” she said. Nathan swore she sounded hurt by that. He wasn’t sure. It had been too long since they were last close and he believed anything she said.

Deb appeared to catch that, maybe better than him because she came closer to her. “It’s not about a job, it’s really about you. About what you do for Dan,“ she said softly.

(Y/N) sneered. “Right. Don’t tell me your son convinced you that my job was clearly bothering him,” she said, glaring at Nathan.

Nathan glared back at her, not impressed at all. “Keep believing that what you are doing is because you actually love it,” he said.

“What’s the matter, Nate? You jealous?” she said in a mocking tone. “Can’t handle the fact that your daddy doesn’t care about you anymore?”

“You think he gives a shit about you? That if anything happens to you, he would make the world a living hell just to get revenge?!” he spat.

“Kids. This is not what we are actually here for,” Deb stepped in between the two who were almost chest to chest.

“I’m sorry Aunt Deb, but your son has only been a jerk to me since I came back,” (Y/N) deplored and started to walk out of the kitchen.

Nathan stopped his mom from going after her. “Don’t, Mom. This is what I thought. She is in denial,” he postulated.

Deb frowned. “Maybe. We need to figure out a way to make her realize that. I’ll talk to Dan later.” She sighed, mostly because of the main door slamming shut.

Dean POV

When Dean came back to the motel that morning, he told Sam about (Y/N), about what she was and what she told him. Feeling more like it was a threat than advice, they both decided they would check out her apartment later. Sam suggested that they should go to the city hall to talk to Dan Scott, Keith’s brother, first.

At the city hall, the hardest part was Dan’s secretary. This chick was a pain in the ass for Dean. Apparently not affected by his flirting or Sammy’s puppy dog eyes, she only cared about her job. She gave nothing away and didn’t even want to let Dan Scott know about their current situation, claiming she simply did her job. Thankfully for them, Dan decided to walk out of his office with papers for her to copy and asked if his assistant already arrived or not.

Dean took the liberty to introduce himself to Dan. When their hand shook, Dean had a bad feeling about Dan. Something about him made him cringe and want nothing but to stay away from the arrogant dick. Yeah, Dan Scott was a dick, and the way he talked to them made Dean believe that he was hiding something.

A few minutes into the interview, the office door opened, letting in (Y/N), who quickly left when she saw Dean and his brother. Dean frowned at the sight of her. He knew he shouldn’t have trusted her because this Dan guy wasn’t telling the truth. That’s what his gut was telling him. They had been looking for a clue about Keith’s strange death, barely finding anything. His friends and family never wanted to talk to them. Dean was sure one of them was behind this, so he turned his attention back to Dan.

“Like I was saying, Agent. My brother’s death is terrible, and it hurt me a lot, but he never had any enemies, unlike me,” Dan said.

Sam nodded. “Do you think maybe someone tried to scare you off by doing this?”

Dan pretended to think for a few seconds. “Could be anyone in this town.”

Dean rubbed his face. “Right. Makes sense,” he said under his breath.

Dan frowned. “Well, you could still ask my assistant. She will be pleased to assist you with your investigation,” he offered, but didn’t let them answer as he took his phone to call you. “(Y/N), Come in please.”

The door opened again to let in (Y/N), but she stood at the door like she was worried to come closer. Only then did Dean fully pay attention to her outfit. It was obviously different from the previous night. There was no indication in her outfit she was an assistant, but it seemed professional enough and showed a different side of her. She actually looked vulnerable and innocent, and he never would have expected that. He was lost in his thoughts the sound of her voice brought him back to earth.

“You wanted to see me, sir?” she asked, sounding confident and clearly avoiding eye contact with Dean.

Dan nodded. "Yes. I want you to assist these agents in their investigation, take them anywhere they need to and give them any information they need,” he ordered her.

She nodded. “Alright. Gentlemen, will you follow me please,” she said to the boys. Dean frowned, then looked back at Sam, who seemed more willing to follow (Y/N). Dean stood up and reluctantly followed them out.

For the rest of the day, the situation was a bit tense between Dean and (Y/N). They were avoiding any talk and anything that could show they’d had a thing the previous night. The only issue that Dean had was the fact that she was openly flirting with Sam like she wanted Dean to have some reaction. She even got Sam to agree to a date that night! Sam seemed to be open to her advances and Dean felt his blood boiling. It wasn’t that he was jealous about the situation, it was more about the fact that he knew what she was and didn’t want her to hurt his brother.

He needed to talk to his brother alone as quickly as possible, except they hardly had the chance to be alone for more than a minute. On the other hand, he had one chance to be alone with her. When Sam went to talk to the school janitor because he thought he had a lead on something, Dean asked her to show him around the school. She didn’t appear to think it was a bad idea, and he followed her. After a few minutes of walking and being sure they were out of Sam’s earshot. Dean turned to her.

“You need to stay away from Sam,” he advised.

An enigmatic grin formed on her lips, and automatically Dean knew he would regret warning her away from Sam. “Oh? Why is that?” she teased.

Dean pressed his lips together. “You know why.”

“I know? Hmm,” she said, thinking about it, or she pretended to think. “Well, you know I can’t do that. Given what I am.”

Dean glared at her. “Leave Sam alone!” he said, slightly raising his voice, “or I will bury you.”

She laughed. “But your brother likes me. He wants me. I can tell,” she said, stepping forward and reducing the space between them.

Dean swallowed hard as she used the same technique as the previous night. She grabbed the two sides of his jacket and his eyes darkened with lust.

“He’s my brother, (Y/N),” he growled and pushed her against one of the lockers. “Stay away from him,” he said, looking into her eyes.

For a second, he swore he saw fear in her eyes, but he couldn’t be sure. A sound distracted him, so he stepped back from her and grabbed his gun. Dean sighed when he saw Sam coming, who raised an eyebrow, not understanding what was happening.

“School is over man. You are not supposed to come that way.” Dean shook his head and put his gun away.

Sam rolled his eyes. “Are there other places we could see?” he asked (Y/N), ignoring his brother. (Y/N) nodded before leading him out of the building.

In the afternoon

As Sam and Dean came back in their room, Dean was quieter than usual; he didn’t even make a joke which started to worry Sam. He looked at Dean as he got ready for his date with (Y/N).

“You ok, Dean?” he asked.

Dean looked up from his computer. “Yeah, I am fine,” he said. “I just don’t think you should go.”

Sam raised an eyebrow. “Why not?“ he asked.

Dean rubbed his face. “She is the witch I slept with last night.” he confessed.

Sam frowned. “Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

“I know I should have, but I talked to her and tried to make her stay away from you. I guess it wasn’t enough,” he said. “Also, we needed her in a way.”

Sam stopped his actions. “If she is a witch, she’s probably behind Keith’s death, too,”

Dean sighed. “I thought about it. I am pretty sure she wants to mess with us, the same way she did with me this morning,”

“You mean like she wants us to argue with each other?” Sam suggested.

“Pretty much,” he said, before pinching his nose. “I think maybe you should go. I have a plan.”

(Y/N) POV

You glanced at the three different dresses in front of you, not sure which one you would choose. Sam was supposed to take you to a nice restaurant. You tilted your head and pressed your lips, having Sam in your mind and the kind of guy he was. He was nothing like his brother was. Where Dean was all cocky, Sam was wise. Where Dean was all sassy, Sam was down to earth. And where Dean was sarcastic, Sam was oblivious. It was a different contrast that clearly made you doubt he would appreciate or enjoy the way you dressed, but would care more about your mind. Which was what happened the whole time you talked to him earlier. Sam seemed to be the brain of the two hunters, although you suspected Dean just let Sam be smarter, for some reason.

This is why you naturally chose the pink mini, off-the-shoulder straps and flattering vertical seams to its textured fabric and swingy cut. You put on a simple necklace and some light makeup, lighter than you usually did when you went out. You looked at yourself in the mirror smirking. You were going to have fun tonight, planned on having it, and it would be another kink of yours: bang two brothers at different times. Both were so hot and sexy, how could anyone resist them?

You smirked wider when you heard a knock at the door. You went to open the door but swallowed hard when instead of Sam, Dan was there. You froze and stared with widened eyes not expecting to see him. It took you a considerable amount of willpower to move aside.

“Oh hey, Dan,” you finally managed to say.

Dan walked in and shook his head. “Not the one you expected to see,” he said with a tight-lipped smile.

You played with your hair, something you always did when you were alone with him. You knew this didn’t mean a pleasant visit from him. “I…I actually have a date with Sam Winchester,” you confessed.

Dan’s eyes glanced at your dress, and raised an eyebrow. “So you need to have the other brother too? One wasn’t enough?” he said, sounding slightly judgemental.

You swallowed and looked down. “I…I always need more,” you said, your confidence slowly leaving you.

Dan rolled his eyes. “Yeah, I know you do,” he said. “I am not here to talk about your sex life, just what you know about those hunters.”

You crossed your arms. “Not much. I had the time to make some calls, and by the sound of it, those boys are the best out there.”

Dan stepped closer to you and placed his hand on your shoulder, applying a little pressure on it. “Now, (Y/N), Let’s not make them trap you. We don’t want to start a war around here,” he said. “Make sure you don’t make another mistake like yesterday with Nathan.”

You could only nod. With his other hand, he gently lifted your chin to make you look into his eyes. He seemed to enjoy seeing the fear in your eyes, and a little grin formed on his lips. “By the way, I heard about your little show this morning at Nathan’s. I will suggest that until those hunters leave town, you don’t meet with any members of my family anymore,” he said, stepping back from you, but his hand was still on your shoulder.

You stood there having difficulties swallowing. He didn’t acknowledge you as his family. Why did it still hit you hard like this? Why did you still believe it? It wasn’t the first time he said it, nor would it be the last time, but it still hurt. No words were able to come out. At least, nothing that would help you in this situation. “I don’t want to send you away or to punish you in public, but I will if anything happens to them. Understood?” he said, pressing harder on your shoulder this time.

This sent an electrical charge through your brain, and you stepped back from him and nodded. “Understood. But you should probably leave. Sam will be here any minute, now.” Your voice was low and still not confident.

Dan sent you a dark glare. “Don’t disappoint me, (Y/N),” he threatened before disappearing.

You closed your eyes and released the tension Dan always created in you. Your legs were too heavy to carry you anymore, and you were barely able to reach the couch one step away. A tear fell down your cheek while you curled into a ball. Dan was the worst with you. He was putting so much pressure on you, and he was the reason why everyone hated you. You acted like him with everyone else just to get his approval, have him to tell you that you were part of his family. Whenever he spoke to you like that, it was like someone has stabbed you, each time you felt like you wanted to end it, to make the pain disappear.

The doorbell brought you back to reality, reminding you that you had a date and a mission to accomplish.

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