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hotvintagepoll · 10 months ago

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THE TOURNAMENT IS OVER! Eartha Kitt lounges in her deck chair in the sun, dipping her toes in the pool with Toshiro Mifune and sipping a brightly colored fruity something with an umbrella in it.

Far below in the shadow realm, however, the fallen hotties dance in the dark—let's take a minute to look back at them under the cut.

PRELIM PRETTIES:

Claude Gensac, Silvia Pinal, Ewa Aulin, Rita Tushingham, Annette Funicello, Norma Bengell, Catherine Spaak, Brigitte Auber, Micheline Presle, Nanette Fabray, Libertad Lamarque, Vera Miles, Martha Raye, Catherine McLeod, Virginia Mayo, Elizabeth Allan, Belle Bennet, Virginia Cherill, Mary Brian, Ruth Chatterton, Agnes Ayres, Merna Kennedy, Marie Prevost, Corinne Griffith, May Allison, Virginia Brown Faire, Alice Brady, and Jetta Goudal

ROUND ONE WONDERS:

Angie Dickinson, Thelma Ritter, Geraldine Chaplin, Evelyn Preer, Vanessa Brown, Betty Blythe, Susan Hayward, Mae Clarke, Sally Ann Howes, Ossi Oswalda, Adrienne La Russa, Hermione Gingold, Barbara Bouchet, Melina Mercouri, Anna Karina, Edwige Fenech, Charmian Carr, Pina Pellicer, Marlène Jobert, Tsuru Aoki, Alice Roberts, Leila Hyams, Lady Tsen Mei, Geneviève Bujold, Dolores Hart, Anita Berber, Bonita Granville, Vonetta McGee, Claire Windsor, Zizi Jeanmaire, Tuesday Weld, Grace Darmond, Carol Channing, Deanna Durbin, Laraine Day, Mariette Hartey, Wendy Hiller, Candy Darling, Hermione Baddely, Valeria Creti, Ella Raines, Ann Miller, Dana Wynter, Dalida, Martine Beswick, Gale Storm, Simone Signoret, Cristina Gaioni, Mabel Normand, Stéphane Audran, Ruth Weyher, Anna Wiazemsky, Ann Sheridan, Sandhya Shantaram, Alice White, Anne Francis, Gena Rowlands, Lyda Borelli, May Whitty, Cathleen Nesbitt, Jessica Walter, Virna Lisi, Barbara Shelley, Iris Hall, Heather Angel, Anne Shirley, Joanna Pettet, Virginia O'Brien, Joan Collins, Greer Garson, Gracie Allen, Peggy Ryan, Frances Dee, Shirley Maclaine, Geraldine Farrar, Kathleen Byron, Margaret Hamilton, Eva Gabor, Francesca Bertini, Julie Adams, Olga Baclanova, Misa Uehara, Yvette Vickers, Milena Dravić, Jenny Jugo, Madeleine Carroll, Benita Hume, Olive Borden, Shirley Jones, Miyoshi Umeki, Dorothy Lamour, Gale Sondergaard, Mary Anderson, Charlotte Greenwood, Sybil Seely, Mona Barrie, Kathryn Grayson, Katharine Ross, Madge Bellamy, Rhonda Fleming, Sally Gray, Jana Brejchová, Debra Paget, Madame Sul-Te-Wan, Evelyn Brent, Zelma O'Neal, Marie Laforêt, Türkan Şoray, Beatriz Costa, Irene Zazians, Eleanor Powell, Susan Luckey, Patsy Kelly, Lil Dagover, Norma Talmadge, Dorothy Mackaill, Madge Evans, Virginia McKenna, Amália Rodrigues, Mamie Van Doren, Valerie Hobson, Isabel Jeans, Beata Tyszkiewicz, Claire Luce, Aleksandra Khokhlova, Nieves Navarro Garcia, Janet Leigh, Carmen Miranda, Jean Harlow, Aud Egedge-Nissen, Nina Foch, Jean Simmons, Piper Laurie, Katy Jurado, Jayne Mansfield, Anita Garvin, Frances Farmer, Lizabeth Scott, Joan Greenwood, Una Merkel, Arlene Francis, Ethel Merman, Doris Day, Suzanne Pleshette, Ruta Lee, Carolyn Jones, June Richmond, Eva Nil, Diana Dors, Anna Chang, Colleen Moore, Alexis Smith, Yvette Mimieux, Ruby Keeler, Viola Dana, Dolores Grey, Marie Windsor, Danielle Darieux, Jean Parker, Julie Christie, Acquanetta, Leatrice Joy, Ghita Nørby, Julie Newmar, Joanne Woodward, Sandra Dee, Eva Marie Saint, Simone Simon, Katherine Dunham, Birgitte Price, Lee Grant, Anita Page, Flora Robson, Martha Sleeper, Elsie Ames, Isabel "Coca" Sarli, Glenda Farrell, Kathleen Burke, Linden Travers, Diane Baker, Joan Davis, Joan Leslie, Sylvia Sidney, Marie Dressler, June Lockhart, Emmanuelle Riva, Libertad Leblanc, Susannah Foster, Susan Fleming, Dolores Costello, Ann Smyrner, Luise Rainer, Anna Massey, Evelyn Ankers, Ruth Gordon, Eva Dahlbeck, Ansa Ikonen, Diana Wynyard, Patricia Neal, Etta Lee, Gloria Stuart, Arletty, Dorothy McGuire, Mitzi Gaynor, Gwen Verdon, Maria Schell, Lili Damita, Ethel Moses, Gloria Holden, Kay Thompson, Jeanne Crain, Edna May Oliver, Lili Liliana, Ruth Chatterton, Giulietta Masina, Claire Bloom, Dinah Sheridan, Carroll Baker, Brenda de Banzie, Milú, Hertha Thiele, Hanka Ordonówna, Lillian Roth, Jane Powell, Carol Ohmart, Betty Garrett, Kalina Jędrusik, Edana Romney, Geraldine Fitzgerald, Kay Kendall, Ruth Hussey, Véra Clouzot, Jadwiga Smosarska, Marge Champion, Mary Astor, Ann Harding, María Casares, Maureen O'Sullivan, Mildred Natwick, Michèle Morgan, Romy Schneider, Elisabeth Bergner, Celeste Holm, Betty Hutton, Susan Peters, Mehtab, Leslie Caron, Anna Sten, Janet Munro, Nataša Gollová, Eve Arden, Ida Lupino, Regina Linnanheimo, Sonja Henie, and Terry (what a good girl)

ROUND TWO BEAUTIES:

Evelyn Nesbit, Thelma Todd, Tura Satana, Helen Gibson, Maureen O'Hara, Rocío Dúrcal, Mary Nolan, Lois Maxwell, Maggie Smith, Zulma Faiad, Ursula Andress, Musidora, Delphine Seyrig, Marian Marsh, Leatrice Joy, Sharon Tate, Pina Menichelli, Teresa Wright, Shelley Winters, Lee Remick, Jane Wyman, Martita Hunt, Barbara Bates, Susan Strasberg, Marie Bryant, Diana Rigg, Jane Birkin, Rosalind Russell, Vanessa Redgrave, Brigitte Helm, Gloria Grahame, Rosemary Clooney, Bebe Daniels, Constance Bennett, Lilian Bond, Ann Dvorak, Jeanette Macdonald, Pouri Banayi, Raquel Welch, Vilma Bánky, Dorothy Malone, Olive Thomas, Celia Johnson, Moira Shearer, Priscilla Lane, Dolores del Río, Ann Sothern, Françoise Rosay, June Allyson, Carole Lombard, Jeni Le Gon, Takako Irie, Barbara Steele, Claudette Colbert, Lalita Pawar, Asta Nielsen, Sandra Milo, Maria Montez, Mae West, Alma Rose Aguirre, Bibi Andersson, Joan Blondell, Anne Bancroft, Elsa Lanchester, Nita Naldi, Suchitra Sen, Dorothy Van Engle, Elisabeth Welch, Esther Williams, Loretta Young, Margueritte De La Motte, Ita Rina, Constance Talmadge, Margaret Lockwood, Barbara Bedford, Josette Day, Stefania Sandrelli, Jane Russell, Doris Dowling, Zsa Zsa Gabor, Donna Reed, Ruby Dee, Diana Sands, Billie Burke, Kyōko Kagawa, Françoise Dorléac, Hend Rostom, Monica Vitti, Lilian Harvey, Marjorie Main, Jeanne Moreau, Lola Flores, Ann Blyth, Janet Gaynor, Jennifer Jones, Margaret Sullavan, Sadhana, Ruby Myers, Lotus Long, Honor Blackman, Marsha Hunt, Debbie Reynolds, Michèle Mercier, Irene Dunne, Jean Arthur, Judy Holliday, Tippi Hedren, Susse Wold, Vera-Ellen, Carmelita González, Nargis Dutt, Purnima, Harriet Andersson, Yvonne De Carlo, Miroslava Stern, Sheila Guyse, Helen, Margaret Dumont, Betty Grable, Joan Bennett, Jane Greer, Judith Anderson, Liv Ullman, Vera Zorina, Joan Fontaine, Silvana Mangano, and Lee Ya-Ching

ROUND THREE ELECTRIFIERS:

Jean Hagen, Sumiko Mizukubo, Mary Philbin, Ann-Margret, Margaret Rutherford, Claudia Cardinale, Eleanor Parker, Jessie Matthews, Theresa Harris, Brigitte Bardot, Alla Nazimova, Faye Dunaway, Marion Davies, Anna Magnani, Theda Bara, Myrna Loy, Kay Francis, Fay Wray, Barbra Streisand, Bette Davis, Hideko Takamine, France Nuyen, Claudine Auger, Miriam Hopkins, Maylia Fong, Samia Gamal, Maude Fealy, Machiko Kyō, Sharmila Tagore, Lucille Ball, Ginger Rogers, Juanita Moore, Anna Fougez, Waheeda Rehman, Ruan Lingyu, Nina Mae McKinney, Ethel Waters, Nadira, Olivia de Havilland, Abbey Lincoln, Louise Beavers, Agnes Moorehead, Lana Turner, Norma Shearer, Maria Falconetti, Reiko Sato, Marie Doro, Clara Bow, Margaret Lindsay, Catherine Denueve, Madhabi Mukherjee, Rosaura Revueltas, Hu Die, Mary Pickford, Fredi Washington, Louise Brooks, Leonor Maia, Merle Oberon, Paulette Goddard, Vivien Leigh, Francine Everett, Savitri, Tita Merello, and Meena Kumari

ROUND FOUR STUNNERS:

Judy Garland, Dorothy Dandridge, Yoshiko Yamaguchi, Marilyn Monroe, Irene Papas, Lupe Vélez, Pola Negri, Gene Tierney, Barbara Stanwyck, Gina Lollobrigida, Lena Horne, Nutan, Jean Seberg, Kim Novak, Gladys Cooper, Tallulah Bankhead, Linda Darnell, Julie Andrews, Carmen Sevilla, Gloria Swanson, Glynis Johns, Anne Baxter, Angela Lansbury, Anita Ekberg, Toshia Mori, Deborah Kerr, Hazel Scott, Chelo Alonso, Cyd Charisse, Nancy Kwan, Devika Rani, Shima Iwashita, and Anouk Aimée

ROUND FIVE SMOKESHOWS:

Setsuko Hara, Pearl Bailey, Joan Crawford, Madhubala, Marpessa Dawn, Keiko Awaji, Rita Hayworth, Veronica Lake, Ava Gardner, Greta Garbo, Grace Kelly, Xia Meng, Suraiya, Natalie Wood, María Félix, and Mbissine Thérèse Diop

ROUND SIX SEXY LADIES:

Marilyn Monroe, Sophia Loren, Vyjyanthimala, Jane Fonda, Katharine Hepburn, Josephine Baker, Elizabeth Taylor, and Ingrid Bergman

QUARTER FINALIST GLAMAZONS:

Audrey Hepburn, Marlene Dietrich, Anna May Wong, and Lauren Bacall

SEMIFINALIST ICONS:

Rita Moreno, Diahann Carroll

FINALIST FABULOSITY:

Hedy Lamarr

ULTIMATE CHAMPION OF THE HOT & VINTAGE MOVIE WOMAN TOURNAMENT:

Eartha Kitt

#fuck that old woman

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terrortwinunicorn · 16 days ago

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Call Me Sandy

Damian's POV

Y/N and I are getting ready to head to Demi and Matt's place for Storytime Tuesdays. It's the first one, and they're hosting us. Y/N and I were at her OBGYN earlier this morning, finding out we most likely conceived on Christmas Day, which makes sense as we made love most of that day since we were at the cabin for our first Christmas as a couple, and the baby is due on September 17. She's currently eleven weeks and five days pregnant.

She is putting on her makeup, and I watch her, sighing lightly as I can't believe my luck. Not only is my best friend my wife, but now she's the mother of my unborn child. She's happy and healthy, as is the baby.

When she sees me staring, a smile forms on her lips.

"Te amo mucho, mi amor hermosa," I say with a smile.

"Te amo mucho, mi corazón," she replies with a smile. "Luis?"

"Yes?" I ask.

"I have to tell you something," she says, her eyes lowered.

I walk over to her before kneeling beside her. I hook her chin, turning her face to me. But her eyes don't rise to meet mine.

"Whatever you have to tell me isn't bad. I can promise you that," I say. "Now please look at me."

Her eyes rise to meet mine. "I told Demi about our scare in two thousand and five," she tells me quietly.

"And?" I reply. "It's okay."

Her eyes fill with tears. "You're, you're, you're not mad at me?" she questions.

I shake my head. "I could never be mad at you, amor," I say, cupping her cheek. "Okay? Do you hear me?"

She nods as her tears fall silently. "Yeah," she answers quietly.

"I know it had to be when you took the pregnancy tests. All six of them, just like in two thousand and five," I chuckle with a smile.

She giggles lightly before a smile spreads across her face. "You bought them all," she points out.

I chuckle before kissing her forehead. "Hey, I was scared shitless. You could've been pregnant, and it was because of me!" I laugh.

"And I wasn't scared shitless? I took six pregnancy tests! Like one wasn't enough to tell me if I was or wasn't," she giggles.

"I mean, that's true," I chuckle as I kiss her lips and stand up. "Are you almost done? We have to be at Demi and Matt's at seven," I smile.

She nods. "All that's left is 'Killing Me Softly,'" she waves her favorite lip color.

"Mm. Weird that that's my favorite color," I say, standing over her.

"You don't say, Papi," she purrs. "Maybe later, I can leave my mark." I let out a deep chuckle. "Luis Berrios, do not chuckle like that. You know what that evil chuckle does to me."

I give her a cocky smile as I raise an eyebrow. "And if I don't listen?" I ask.

She rises to her feet as she runs a hand down my chest. "I will have no choice but to spank you," she purrs.

"Too bad we have to be at the Adams' at seven," I smirk.

She leans forward, putting her favorite lip shade, "Killing Me Softly," on her lips before rubbing them together and popping them. "Yeah, too bad," she smirks as she stands and looks at me with a come-hither stare. "Oh well, later," she brushes by me, and I watch as she sways her hips. Oreo follows her from the room, where she pauses in the hallway, looking over her shoulder. "You coming? Or am I telling my Sandy story alone?"

Demi had voted to hear about how Y/N landed the role of Sandy Dumbrowski, as that was her last name in the stage production. It was only changed for the movie because of Olivia Newton-John's Australian accent; they changed it from Dumbrowski to Olsson.

I chuckle. "No, I'm coming; I just have to grab the bottle of sparkling cider," I say, striding from the room and slipping an arm around her waist, my hand resting on her hip.

She smiles up at me. "And I can't wait for them to meet Oreo," she coos, picking him up. "Are you ready to meet Tia Demi and Tio Matt?" She smiles at the puppy. Oreo barks happily, and his tail wags.

I walk her to the door before kissing her forehead. "Stay right here. I'm going to grab the sparkling cider," I say. She nods as I quickly go to the kitchen, grabbing the bottle before returning to Y/N.

"Ready?" she questions as I put the bottle on the table in our small foyer before grabbing her black hoodie and holding it for her.

"M'Lady," I smile.

"Gracias, M'Lord," she giggles as she puts an arm through before placing Oreo in the arm that's already in the jacket's sleeve.

I grab my black hoodie, slipping it on before putting on my leather jacket. I grab my ball cap and put it on my head. I take the bottle before opening the door.

"Y/N," I smile as I usher her out the front door by the small of her back.

Pulling the front door closed, I lock it before taking Y/N's hand, lacing our fingers as we walk to her SUV.

"You do know I can still ride in the Corvette, right?! Baby won't get hurt," she teases playfully.

I chuckle as I look down at her, my 6'5" frame towering over her 5'6½" frame. "I know that. Do you want me to take the 'Vette?" I ask.

A smile spreads across her face. "I mean, the SUV will be where the car seat will be. We will only use the 'Vette on date nights," she points out. "Or if it's just the two of us. Besides, I can," I put a finger to her lips. I smirk.

"Mm. Leave your mark?" I smirk as I lean down so my face is level with hers, my eyes examining every inch of her face. I press a kiss to her lips. "Be right back," I wink before hurrying back to the house to grab my Corvette keys.

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Y/N sat in the passenger seat of the Corvette, with Oreo curled up in her lap. I smile softly as she looks at me.

"What?" she questions.

"Oreo reminds me of Simba when he's curled up in your lap like that," I say with a smile.

Y/N looks down at Oreo and pets him. "He really does, doesn't he?" Her lower lip quivers, and a fresh batch of tears falls.

"Miel. Lo siento," I sigh as I feel helpless, not knowing what to do. (Honey. I'm sorry.)

"Luis, there's something seriously wrong with me," she sobs.

"No, there's not. Honey, you're pregnant. Right now, your hormones are all over the place, but that's a good thing because you're growing our son or daughter," I lace our fingers as I take her hand in mine. I kiss her knuckles. "Now dry those pretty eyes. For me? Por favor?"

She sniffles as she dries her eyes with the sleeve of her hoodie. Well, it used to be mine, but she claimed it as her own about three years ago when she got cold at a concert we attended together, and I allowed her to borrow it. But that was my mistake. She gave me her best pout and puppy dog eyes, and I was toast. I allowed her to have it, even though it was and still is my favorite hoodie.

"I'm sorry I'm such a mess," she sighs softly as I stop at a red light. I turn slightly to her, cupping her cheek before kissing her forehead.

"Princesa, you haven't done anything wrong. Like I told you, it's fine. Your hormones are wreaking havoc on your body. Just know that every time you cry, you have these two," I shrug my shoulders one at a time, "shoulders to sob into. Okay?"

She looks at me with a small smile and nods. "Okay," she answers quietly.

“Good,” I smile, kissing her forehead as the light turns green. I press on the gas and head down the road before turning onto Demi and Matt's street.

“Babe?” Y/N inquires quietly.

“Yeah?” I answer.

“I love you,” she smiles as her tears dry up.

“I love you more,” I say, kissing the side of her head as I pull into Demi and Matt's driveway. “Ready?”

Y/N nods. “That, and I'm hungry, and I have to pee.”

“I'm sure that can be arranged,” I smile, kissing her forehead. “Stay put.” Y/N nods as I get out and head around the front of the Corvette, opening the passenger side door before offering Y/N my hand. “Y/N.”

“Luis,” she smiles as she puts her hand in mine, standing with Oreo tucked safely in the curve of her arm.

She walks forward, and I shut the door, slipping the keys into my jacket pocket. I wrap an arm around Y/N's waist as we walk up the walkway to the front door.

Demi opens the door before I even knock or ring the doorbell. Y/N hands me an Oreo.

“Hi!” she greets us cheerfully.

“Hi. Can I use your bathroom?! I have to pee,” asks Y/N.

“You know where it is,” smiles Demi as she steps aside, allowing Y/N in, and she immediately heads to the guest bathroom.

“Here, this is our offering,” I hand Demi the bottle of sparkling cider.

“Thanks,” smiles Demi. “Matt, can you grab this and pour us some sparkling cider, especially for our little mami?” she grins as Matt comes and grabs the bottle just as Y/N enters the living room after using the bathroom.

“Mami, I still can't get used to being called that,” giggles Y/N lightly as I put an arm around her shoulders, kissing the side of her head before helping her out of her jacket and taking it to the coat closet in the hallway.

“Babe, you better get used to it because you're gonna be a mami,” I smile, walking back to her, taking her hand and lacing our fingers as we follow Demi to the living room.

We sit side by side as I put Oreo down beside Y/N.

“Oreo, can you say hi to Tía Demi?” asks Y/N as she scoops Oreo up. Demi leans forward, petting Oreo's head as Barry, Luna, and Bella come over to investigate. Oreo barks at them. “Oreo, these are your cousins and friends,” Y/N says gently. “Be nice.”

“Here's the cider,” Matt grins as he sets the tray down with four flutes filled with sparkling cider. “For the mami-to-be,” he hands the first flute to Y/N. “Babe,” Matt hands one to Demi. “Luis,” he hands me one before grabbing the last for himself as he sits beside Demi.

Oreo lays down in Y/N's lap as Bella sniffs him.

“Bella, gentle! He is still a puppy,” says Matt.

Oreo studies Bella before looking at Y/N. She smiles and places Oreo on the floor beside Bella, who immediately goes into a play stance as Oreo barks. We all laugh before Bella takes off running, and Oreo follows.

Demi shakes her head. “Our kids are already best friends,” she laughs.

“I just hope Oreo will be okay when the baby comes,” says Y/N, placing a hand on her stomach.

“He will be. You heard Doctor Larkin. Talk with the vet to teach Oreo about the baby,” I smile as she looks at me.

“You're right,” Y/N concedes, raising her hand.

“So,” grins Demi, “when is the baby due?!”

“September seventeenth,” I grin proudly, “nine days before my birthday!”

“Almost halfway between your birthday and mine,” Y/N says. “He or she could easily be born on September twelfth, and they would be born exactly in the middle between you and me,” Y/N giggles as I press a quick kiss to her lips.

“I just know they're gonna be perfectly perfect like you,” I smile.

Y/N rolls her eyes. “Babe, you,” she leans forward and presses her lips to my ear, “are already gonna get lucky later,” she whispers. “Don't lay it on so thick,” she nips my ear playfully before sitting back up.

Demi rolls her eyes. “You two are so cute, but wayyyyyyyy too sweet,” she playfully teases.

Y/N giggles as she leans against me before raising the flute to her lips and taking a drink. “I love my husband. What can I say?” she says as she gazes up at me.

“And I love my wife,” I smile at Y/N before kissing her lips. Demi and Matt both make a gagging motion. “I saw that,” I say as I look at both of them.

“Saw what?” smirks Demi before snickering. “How about we start the Sandy story while dinner finishes up?!”

“Babe, you wanna take the reins to start?” I ask, looking at Y/N.

“I mean, it is my story after all,” she says, a smirk on her lips.

I chuckle lightly, kissing the tip of her nose. “Well, our story. But mainly yours,” I smile as I cup her cheek and caress it. “Anytime you want, I can take over.”

“Can someone start?” asks Demi.

“Okay,” y/n giggles “Auditions took place almost as soon as school started.”

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Y/N's POV

Wednesday, October 7, 1998

I stood before the director of Grease, the music teacher for the high school, Mr. Hannibal, and his assistant director, the music teacher for the junior high school, Miss Gregory.

“Hi. I'm Y/N Y/L/N,” I introduced myself. “And I'm auditioning for the role of Sandy Dumbrowski. I'm singing 'Hopelessly Devoted to You' from the 1993 West End revival.” I nodded to the accompanist, Mrs. Marshall, and she began playing. I opened my mouth and began singing.

Once I was finished, I took a bow and smiled at Mr. Hannibal and Miss Gregory, awaiting their input.

“Thank you, Y/N. We will be in touch,” said Mr. Hannibal.

I nodded before exiting the stage. My boyfriend, Roger Murphy, was waiting for me outside the stage door.

“Roger?” I asked.

“What were you doing in there?” he quizzed.

“I was auditioning for Sandy Dumbrowski,” I told him.

“Why?” he asked.

“Because I wanted to. You have known about it since the beginning of the school year.”

Roger rolled his eyes. “Fine, but this better not interfere with our date nights,” he said, putting an arm around my shoulders.

“It won't. Rehearsals are after school; besides, you have football. Remember?” I said.

“Bad enough you go to the Bronx every damn summer,” he said, holding me tightly.

“Because I enjoy going to the Bronx. I have family and friends there,” I said.

“It’s the friends I'm worried about,” he said as we continued to walk to his car.

“Luis is my best friend,” I said. “Nothing more, nothing less. Besides, I can say the same thing about you and Holly Davis.”

“She's my best friend,” said Roger.

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“Yeah, best friend and mistress,” Luis fumes.

“Unfortunately, yes,” I say. “Maybe I should skip ahead.”

“Probably best,” says Demi with a nod.

“Okay, how about I skip to...” I began.

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Wednesday, October 28, 1998

The cast list was posted just after lunch. I went with my friend Kari Smythe, who had auditioned to be Rizzo.

“Good luck, Kari!” I said, smiling as we both approached the cast list posted outside Mr. Hannibal's room.

“Good luck, Y/N!” said Kari.

We held hands and looked at the cast list. We both gasped.

“I'm Sandy!” I said. “Oh my God!”

“And I'm Rizzo!” said Kari happily.

We both screamed and then jumped up and down, hugging each other as Mr. Hannibal opened his door.

“Oops, sorry, Mr. Hannibal,” I said.

“It’s okay, Y/N,” he said with a chuckle. “Since you girls are here, come get your packets for Grease.” We followed Mr. Hannibal in, and he handed each of us a manila envelope. “This has your script, rehearsal schedule, and time to meet with wardrobe,” he explained.

“Okay,” we said.

“I can't believe it! I gotta call Luis!” I said to Kari as we left.

“Why not Roger?” she asked. “I mean, he's your boyfriend, isn't he?”

“He is, but he won't be happy for me,” I sighed lightly. “He was upset with me that I even auditioned. He was worried about it interfering with our date nights.”

Kari frowned lightly. “I'm telling you, he is a walking red flag,” she said, shaking her head. “He has football practice and games, and yet he doesn't want you to do something that might interfere with date nights?! Y/N, please reconsider him as a boyfriend.”

“Kari, it's not that simple,” I said.

“Dear God, please tell me you're not knocked up by him,” she sighed.

“What?!” I said. “God, no. Okay, so yes, we had sex, but I'm not pregnant! It's just that I don't think I could find anyone to like me like he does,” I confessed, not realizing Luis was already head over heels in love with me.

“Oh, come on, I'm sure you will,” said Kari. “What about Luis?! I mean, the way you talk about him—” I held up a hand.

“He only sees me as his best friend,” I frowned.

“Oh,” said Kari her brows stitching together “Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” I sigh as we walked to our lockers.

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“But, but, but he didn't see it that way!” exclaims Demi.

“I know that now. But obviously, my ex had me so messed up,” I say as I glance at Luis, and he is seething. I squeeze his knee. “Amor?”

Damian's POV

“Can I take the reins?” I ask.

Y/N nods. “Of course. I'm sorry for bringing him up,” her eyes filling with tears.

“Hey. Hey,” I cup her cheek. “Please. Please. No tears,” I press a gentle kiss to her forehead. “Por favor, mi amor, no derrames ninguna lágrima. Lamento haberme enojado.” (“Please, my love, don’t shed any tears. I’m sorry I got angry.”)

Y/N sniffles lightly as I wipe away a stray tear. “No tienes nada de qué arrepentirte, soy yo quien lo siente. Yo sho,” I stop her by placing a finger to her lips. (“You have nothing to be sorry for, I am the one who is sorry. I sho.”)

“Shhh,” I whisper. “No. You had to.”

Y/N's lower lip quivers more, and she shakes her head. “No, I didn't. I could've said my ex or him; I didn't have to say his name,” she sobs before the dam breaks, and she bursts into tears.

I heave a sigh as I wrap my arms around her while she cries into my shoulder. “Baby, come on, calm down. You did nothing wrong,” I rub her back, trying my best to get her to calm down.

“Y/N,” Demi says gently, “you didn't do anything wrong. I promise.” She puts a hand on her shoulder. “Dry your eyes, please?!”

Y/N lets out a huge sob that shudders her entire body as the tears slow but don't stop. She lays her head on my shoulder as I sit back, continuing to hold her, rubbing her back and rocking her gently.

“You're good. I'm not mad at all,” I kiss the top of Y/N's head.

“I'm sorry I'm so emotional,” Y/N sobs.

“Y/N, you're not to blame for your emotions,” Matt gently says, leaning forward and putting a hand on her forearm. “You're a superhero. You're growing a whole 'nother human.”

Y/N giggles as she wipes away her tears. “Matt, you're a dork,” she says.

“You're just learning that?” laughs Demi.

Matt shoots her a look before sticking his tongue out at her, making Y/N giggle loudly and her tears disappear.

“There we are,” smiles Demi as the alarm goes off to signal that dinner is done. “Let me go grab that. We can eat and listen,” she glances at me.

I chuckle. “So, are we eating at the table or...” I wave my hands, trying to figure out where we are eating.

“Matt?” says Demi.

“I would prefer eating at a table,” he laughs.

“I can still tell a story at a dining table,” I laugh.

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Well, the story is on pause until after dinner, as we got too involved in talking about the baby, since Demi and Matt are literally the only two, outside of Y/N and me, who obviously knew Y/N is pregnant.

"I still can't believe you're gonna be a dad, Pendejo,” teases Demi.

I chuckle. “Neither can I,” I say, smiling as I place a hand over Y/N's. She smiles at me. “But honestly, I can't wait. I have waited years to be with this beautiful woman,” I say, smiling at Y/N. “And now, not only can I call her my wife, but also the mother of my child.”

“I love you, Luis,” Y/N says with a grin. “And I'm incredibly lucky to call you not only my husband but also the father of my child. I know full well he or she will take after their Papá.”

“I love you, Y/N, and no, they're going to take after their Mami,” I say, making Demi roll her eyes.

“You two can be absolutely nauseating, do you know that?” she asks.

“We know,” Y/N and I laugh as we look at each other.

Demi smirks. “And I can't wait to spoil him or her rotten,” she says.

“As we expected from Tía Demi,” says Y/N with a grin.

We finish up dinner and head into the living room.

“Okay, time for the story to continue!” says Demi, giddy.

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I'm doing homework on the evening of Wednesday, October twenty-eighth, nineteen ninety-eight when my phone rings. I picked up the phone.

“Hello?” I said.

“LUIS, I DID IT. I'M SANDY!!” Y/N yells happily into the other end of the phone.

“You did?!!! Oh my God, congratulations, Y/N. I'm so happy for you!!! When is your first performance?” I asked.

“You mean opening night?” she giggled.

“Whatever it's called,” I laughed as I stood and then laid on my bed, thankful for my cordless phone. I put an arm underneath my head. “When is it?”

“Friday, March fifth, nineteen ninety-nine,” she gushed. “Kinda sucks you don't live closer to come see me. Since, aside from my parents, I know I probably won't have anyone else show up,” she sighed.

“Yeah. I wish I could come,” I said, already formulating a plan to get my Pops to agree to show up to see her opening night performance.

“Thank you for helping me this summer with me constantly singing 'Hopelessly Devoted to You.' I had to be so annoying,” she said.

“Not at all,” I replied with a smile.

“Oh, Pookie! I can't believe it! I'm Sandy Dumbroski!” she squealed. “I had to read the cast list five times before it actually clicked,” she laughed lightly.

I felt my heart flutter at her laugh. “Well, Squish, I had no doubt you would be Sandy. And I know everyone will fall in love with you. It's hard not to, Y/N.”

“Luis, stop! I'm blushing,” she said. “Thank you for being excited. I just hope Roger will be. He was upset I even auditioned; he is worried rehearsals will interfere with our date nights, but he plays on Fridays or Saturdays with football, and he has practice almost every day.” I can tell she is rolling her eyes. “So my rehearsals literally coincide with his practices. I guess he's pissed I'm not going to be in the stands with all the other football girlfriends, but Holly is always there anyway, so it's not like he is going to—” she stopped. “Sorry, Luis, I know you're not Roger's biggest fan.”

“You don't know the half of it,” I said as I felt my blood boil. I hated, with a capital H-A-T-E-D, Roger Murphy with a passion. He treated Y/N like a dish rag. She definitely doesn't deserve that at all!

“Y/N!!” I heard Mrs. Y/L/N call on the other end of the phone. “Roger is here!”

“Oh, Luis. I gotta go. If I don't come right down, Roger will be convinced I'm cheating on him. Bye,” she said.

“Bye,” I said as we hung up. I heaved a sigh of dread, and then I got angry, throwing my cordless phone against my bedroom door, where it landed with a loud thud before breaking.

Two seconds later, Pops was at my bedroom door, opening it.

“Luis? Are you okay?” Pops asked.

“Yeah,” I sighed as Pops came in and sat on the edge of my bed.

“Luis. Come on, tell me,” he said.

“I talked to Y/N.”

“Did you two have a fight?” he asked.

“No. She called to tell me she got the role of Sandy,” I said. “But,” I heaved a sigh, “she told me some stuff about Roger,” I said his name like it left a bad taste in my mouth. “Pops, I'm worried.”

“Is he hurting her?” he asked.

“I hope not, but I think he is treating Y/N like a dish rag, and I don't like it. But if I say something, I might lose my best friend.”

“Do you want me to talk with Y/N?” he asked, picking up my broken cordless phone.

“GOD NO, POPS!” I said, sitting up. “Please don't!”

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“Positive, but umm, Pops, can I ask you something? Something that I know will make Y/N smile,” I said, “and be there for her, unlike Roger.”

“Okay. What is it?” he asked.

“Well, the opening night of Grease for Y/N is March fifth of next year, and well,” I began.

“And you want to be there for her on opening night?” Pops finished for me.

I nodded. “Yeah, but I know I have school that day and all, but—” Pops held up a hand, stopping me from talking.

“Let me talk with your mother, and maybe, just maybe, you and I can take a weekend to go to Buffalo and be there for Y/N's opening night,” Pops smiled.

“Really?!” I asked, actually shocked that Pops was willing to allow me to skip school for a day.

“Yes. Now pick up the rest of your phone and throw it out, and if you want a new one, you have to pay for it yourself. Maybe next time, just hit your punching bag,” Pops gestured to my punching bag in the corner of my room.

“Got it,” I laughed as Pops handed me some of the broken phone and patted my shoulder before leaving my room.

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“I can't believe you threw the phone,” Y/N says, shaking her head as she looks at me.

I laugh lightly, rubbing the back of my neck. “Yeah, it was stupid, and Pops was right; I probably should have just hit the bag instead of throwing my phone against my bedroom door,” I smile. “Not my proudest moment.”

“Can we skip to opening night?” asks Demi.

“Of course,” I smile as I nod. “I was going to.”

“Opening night was the first Friday of March. I was scared stiff. I mean, rehearsals were grueling but fun, and I got along splendidly with my castmates, especially with Kari and my male lead, the one playing Danny Zuko, Alexander Sullivan, but we called him Lex. Roger was extremely jealous of him, but Lex is and was gay. So it's not like anything was happening between us, but now, hindsight being twenty-twenty, Roger was projecting, and he was actually cheating on me with Holly,” explains Y/N.

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Friday, March 5, 1999

Pops and I arrived at Y/N's high school, meeting Mr. and Mrs. Y/L/N at the entrance.

“Y/N is going to be so excited, especially since Y/N said Roger told her he had to work all weekend,” Mrs. Y/L/N explained.

Pops shook his head. “Her own boyfriend couldn't take one night off to support her?” he asked.

Mr. Y/L/N scoffed, his lips set in a thin line. “He never wants to support her. He only ever wants to support himself. Ever since they started dating, he has never supported her,” he said, his anger evident. “But she never listens to Dad.”

“Sorry about that, Y/D/F/N,” said Pops.

“Thanks, Luis,” he said, looking at Pops.

I checked my watch. “We better go. It's almost showtime,” I said.

Mrs. Y/L/N checked her watch too. “Yes, we better,” she said, handing Pops and me our tickets.

“Thank you, Mrs. Y/L/N. How much do I owe you for Pops and my ticket?” I asked.

Mrs. Y/L/N waved her hand. “Don't worry about it. Our treat,” she said with a smile. “It’s a pleasure to help surprise Y/N,” she told me as we walked towards the auditorium of the school. Both sets of doors that faced the foyer of the school were open, and four teachers stood by taking tickets. I handed one my ticket as a student waited on the other side to take me to my seat.

“Oh, you're right here,” he said, his voice cracking at the word "here." He gestured to the seat to his left. It was in the back of the auditorium, as is Pops, but that's the best because Y/N won't see us. I sat the bouquet of white and pink roses I brought in the seat as I shrugged my jacket off before I put it over the back of the seat. I grabbed the bouquet before sitting. Pops shrugged his jacket off and flung it over the back of the chair before he sat. Mr. and Mrs. Y/L/N were closer to the stage.

I smiled as I looked at the curtains that were drawn closed. The Grease logo was on the curtain.

“You good?!” asked Pops as he looked at the Playbill.

I nodded as I looked at the Playbill, opening it and finding Y/N's profile, and I immediately read it.

I honestly still can't believe I'm playing Sandy Dumbrowski. She has been one of my character idols since I was a kid and saw Olivia Newton-John's portrayal of Sandy in the movie version. Playing Sandy has been a dream come true for me, especially since I have normally always been a background player in all the other school musicals. But now, the LEAD! I want to thank my mom and dad for their continuous support and love. I love you both so much. I also want to thank my best friend, Luis Martinez, for his continuous love and support. Even though he lives in the Bronx, he has always been my biggest cheerleader since we met six years ago, and he was the one who encouraged me to go out for this part. He spent much of this past summer listening to me sing "Hopelessly Devoted to You" for hours, and every time, he would applaud. Luis, I know you will read this once I send you the Playbill, but thank you for being a friend traveling down the road and back again. Ha. Ha. Gracias por ser mi mejor amigo. ¡Te amo!(Thank you for being my best friend. I love you!) To my castmates, let's GO GREASED LIGHTNING!!

Hopelessly Devoted To You All,

Y/N Y/L/N

I smiled as I felt my heart thud against my chest when I saw in print, "Te amo." Pops chuckled beside me.

“Mi hijo, if you blush any deeper, you're gonna be mistaken for a tomato,” he said.

I chuckled lightly. “Pops, stop,” I said. “I'm not blushing.”

“Uh huh, sure,” Pops chuckled. “As soon as you read 'Te amo' written by Y/N in her profile, you blushed a very bright red,” he observed.

“Yeah, sure, Y/N loves me as a friend,” I said. “She's grateful for my help, that's all,” I pointed out.

“And yet she never once thanked Roger Murphy,” he said.

I swallowed hard, knowing that was a brave thing Y/N had done. But I also smiled because she knew who supported her.

I was smiling like an idiot as the lights dimmed, the doors closed, and the music began.

Watching Y/N be Sandy made my cheeks hurt because I was smiling so much; I could see how happy she was playing Sandy. At intermission, Pops and I joined Mr. and Mrs. Y/L/N at the refreshments.

"Y/N is really lighting up that stage,” said Pops as he drank his pop and ate a cookie.

“She really is a shining star, isn't she?” smiled Mr. Y/L/N.

Pops nodded, “She really is, Y/D/F/N,” agreed Pops.

“I'm so proud of her,” said Mrs. Y/L/N.

“I am too,” I said, drinking my orange pop. “I knew she would land this role as I watched her rehearsing 'Hopelessly Devoted to You' this summer.”

Soon it was time for the second act, and we headed back into the auditorium. My smile never left my face as I watched Y/N perform, and all too soon, the musical ended. I am sure I was the first one on my feet, clapping and whistling. My heart was so overwhelmed with love and pride for Y/N that I felt my tears fall as Y/N took her bow by herself.

As soon as we had the green light to go to the cast, Pops and I found Mr. and Mrs. Y/L/N as they waited for Y/N to change into her street clothes.

Y/N came out laughing with her friend Kari, who played Rizzo. Her eyes fell on me.

"LUIS?!” she gasped as she ran across the stage and leapt into my arms. Her legs wrapped around my waist as we hugged.

“Hey Y/N,” I said.

"What? How?!” she asked as I set her on her feet before she realized, “Oh, sorry, Mom. Dad,” she hugged them as they handed her a bouquet of red roses, and I handed her mine as she looked at me. “How?!” she asked me again.

“Pops,” I said.

“Oh, Señor Martínez. Sorry. Thank you for coming,” she hugged him.

“You're welcome. You did fantastic,” he said.

“Yes, Y/N, you did,” said Mr. Y/L/N.

“Kari. Lex. Come meet Luis!” she waved them over and introduced me to them before they went to see their families.

Y/N grabbed my hand. “I still can't believe you're here!” she grinned.

“All weekend,” I said.

“You mean you can see all my performances?” she asked.

“I plan on it,” I said.

She squealed before hugging me again. We didn't even realize when my Pops and her parents left.

“When do you leave? Maybe you can be my guest at the cast party on Sunday,” she grinned at me brightly.

“We actually leave Monday. I don't have school on Monday because of Staff Development Day,” I said.

She squealed again, “So you will come with me to the cast party?!!” she asked.

I nodded, “Of course,” I said, making Y/N whoop before hugging me again.

“Yippee!!!” she said.

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“Oh my God, how sweet,” says Demi with a giant grin. “So did you go to the party?” I nod. “Ooh, skip to that, skip to that!!!! Por favor?”

I laugh, as does Y/N. “I mean, she did ask please,” Y/N smiles.

“So the cast party took place on that Sunday following the matinee performance,” I said.

“Amor, there was only a matinee performance on Sunday. Saturday was the double performance,” Y/N giggles.

“Well, the party took place after the Sunday performance,” I explain.

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Sunday, March 7, 1999

Y/N and I were in the gymnasium where the cast party was taking place, where family and friends of the cast milled about. Y/N and I were talking to my Pops and her parents.

“Y/N, you were absolutely amazing in all four performances,” said Pops, as we attended all of the performances.

“Yes, Luis is right,” said Mrs. Y/L/N. “Y/N, I always knew you were a shining star, but this weekend you really showed it.”

“Thanks, Mom,” said Y/N. “Thanks, Señor Martínez.”

“You're welcome,” they said.

“Do you plan on doing another musical?” asked Pops.

Y/N shook her head. “No. Next year's musical, I think I will be too busy studying, as it will be my senior year. I mean, I might, but definitely not the lead. I got the only lead I have ever dreamed of doing, so I am satisfied,” she explained.

“I still can't believe you and Luis will be seniors next year,” said Pops, shaking his head. “Then college.”

“Uh,” I said.

Pops looked at me. “What do you mean, uh?” he said.

“Pops, please, not here. We will discuss it later,” I said.

"Oh, we will. Tonight. Tomorrow on the plane. Tomorrow when we get home, and then with your mother,” he said.

“I get it, Pops. We will be talking about it until the end of time,” I said.

“I was kinda hoping we could've attended the same college, Luis,” pouts Y/N.

“I was planning on starting wrestling school,” I said.

Y/N's eyes lit up. “Really?!” she asked.

I nodded. “Yes, really,” I said.

“Cool!” exclaimed Y/N, making me chuckle, but not so much Pops or her parents, who all looked disappointed in me.

“Señor Martínez, Mama, Dad, come on! Luis is doing something he loves! You know we love it! And besides, I think he can make it,” she grinned up at me.

“You do?” I asked.

Y/N nodded. “Of course I do. I believe in you like you believe in me,” she smiled. “I always will.”

“And I always will believe in you,” I said, kissing her forehead.

“And just know I will be front row, screaming my lungs out when you win your first title,” she hugged my arm.

I chuckled. “I know you will,” I said.

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“And you were in every organization,” I smile as I look at Y/N, who smiles up at me.

“Like I said I would be,” she smiles as I press a kiss to her lips. “Luis, I have believed in you from day one. And I always will. Just like you always will with me.”

Demi smiles. “So I take it your pops and mom were not exactly fans of you foregoing college?” she asks.

“I mean, at first, not really, but thanks to Y/N being in my corner and her pointing out that she knows they only want to see me happy and that pursuing wrestling would make me happy, that's all that mattered, wasn't it?” I explain. “And they agreed.”

“You two are going to be great parents,” Demi surmises.

“I hope so,” Y/N says.

“You will. You two support and love each other, like you always have and always will,” Demi says. “And honestly, I can't wait to see you two as parents.”

I smile as I look at Y/N, who smiles as tears fill her eyes. “Thanks, hermana,” I say.

“Thanks, Demi,” Y/N smiles brightly, even though she has tears in her eyes. “Demi is right, babe. Together we can accomplish anything. I can't wait to see you as a daddy.”

“And I can't wait to see you as a mommy. You're right; together we can fly to the moon. And seriously, I can't wait to begin this next chapter alongside you.”

She leans up a kisses my lips “But now we have to figure out how to tell everyone that we are expecting,” she says as she absentmindedly pets a sleeping Oreo who is sound asleep in her lap.

“We will but for now. I think we go home. I can see the sleep slowly creeping into your eyes,” I say.

“I'm,” she yawns.

“Not tired?” I chuckle.

“Okay. So maybe I'm a bit tired,” she laughs.

I laugh. “Yes, and it's our turn to host you guys,” I say.

We say our goodbyes before heading home. Yes, this first Storytime Tuesday was fun, and honestly, I couldn't wait for the next one. But now, Y/N and I have to figure out how to tell our families we are expecting a baby in September. For now, it was home and sleep for mi amor and me.

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Summary: In a moment of frustration and after a hunt gone wrong, your anger leads you into the clutches of demons; using you as bait to lure the Winchesters.

cw : fem!reader, hurt/comfort, fluff, alcohol use, typical injury and blood, no use of y/n, characters Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, f!reader wc: 2941 famdom: Supernatural

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"When someone says 'I got it' that usually means they got it." You huffed your way out of the impala, slamming the door behind you.

"Hey hey hey, take your anger out somewhere else, not on baby" Dean half heartedly joked, stroking the roof of his car.

"Listen, I didn't hear you, I was trying to help." Sam struggled out of the car, wincing in pain as his shoulder slowly seeped with blood. "May I remind you, you shot me?" He raised his brows, trying to make a point, losing the argument.

"Dude." Dean gave him a look; something along the lines of, keep your mouth shut, you're making it worse.

"C'mon its not like it was all my fault!" Sam hurried after you into the motel, determined to not let the night end in a failed hunt and a fight.

You threw your stuff down on the shaky wooden table, and turned to face Sam, with your hands in the air. "Listen, I know I'm not as trained, or as knowledgeable as you two are for hunting, but Sam. I HAD that Vamp. You knew I did. You stumbled in the way trying to get it before I could. And it got away because of you." Your teeth gritted, flickering between Sam's eyes and his wound. "I'm not in the wrong Sam - just admit you are." You couldn't help but feel the anger rising up inside you - you wanted to get away to cool off.

"Alright I'm - I'm sorry, but I still think ---" Sam was cut off by his brother brushing past him and giving him a death stare. Again, silently warning him to just shut up and call it a night.

"Sam!" you shouted. I don't care what you think right now, I'm pissed, I'm annoyed and I just want to get as far from you as I can." Your words stung as they came out but you knew you meant them. The air, thick with silence, Sam just shook his head in agreement and let you brush past him out the door. "Hey where you going?" Dean shouted after you.

"For a drink." You yelled back.

"Can I come?" He pleaded, not wanting to be left behind with his brother. "No!" You yelled back, finally having walked far enough away down the road to not hear his reply.

"This is your fault. I don't get to go drink because of you." Dean huffed past Sam into the motel room, and threw himself on the bed. Sam concluded he wouldn't see you til the morning and went back inside to nurse his wounds.

After walking for around 20 minutes you finally came across a dirty old trucking bar that seemed more lively than it should have been for a Tuesday night. The giant neon sign outside, flicking sadly against the cool air read "Stella's Place" - it probably ran as a bar, but made most of it's money off lonely truckers wanting to find someone to bed for the night...at the right cost.

You found your way inside, pushing through too many bodies huddled together on the dance floor - loud music pumping, the bass in your chest evening out your breath from the anger you had raged earlier. Finding an empty seat at the bar, you managed to quickly order a shot of jack, and then settled to stay with that drink for the night. Once the alcohol had warmed you, you felt your body relax, tension from your shoulders, and jaw dissipating. Your thoughts slowly coming back together as you ran, and re ran the scenario of tonights events back in your head, confirming you were in the right and that Sam was wrong for ruining your shot. Letting out a loud sigh you closed your eyes, and threw back the rest of your drink, the bartender coming back to fill it again. "Long day?" A man had slid into the open seat next to you - leaning away from you, as to not intrude on your space.

"You have no idea" You state flatly, throwing back another shot.

"Let me buy you another round, and you can tell me all about it." He said - his dark hair, dark eyes reminded you vaguely of Dean...but this man was not as muscly, and had a sharper features than Dean's.

"Just so you know I don't 'work' here." You stated, putting the word work in air quotes. "I am not, a lady of the night" You said smirking.

"I hope not or my wife would kill me." He quipped back, grabbing the glasses from the bartender and raising one to you for a cheers. "I'm purely here to let off steam and help strangers do the same."

It could have been the alcohol, or the atmosphere of the place, but you didn't seem to mind this mans presence. You took the other glass and clinked it to his and you both downed your drinks.

You continued taking shots, at a much slower pace since you were already tipsy - the man and you talked back and forth about work and friends, relationships - just getting everything out on the table and letting each other off load their own pains and woes about your lives.

Your phone vibrated on the glossy bar top, bringing you back to reality after laughing loud - the alcohol failing to filter your noise levels. "Uhg." You grimaced disgustingly at your phone - a text from Dean asking when you'd be back as you had a job in the morning.

"Boyfriend?" The man asked, intrigued and full well knowing he'd get a truthful reply in your current state.

"One day maybe." You said - you even surprised yourself at that reply. "But no - coworker. Reminding me we have a job in the morning." You looked at the time on your phone. 2:23am. You replied hastily to Dean, not sure if you'd even made sense in your text. you 2:23am - cimnhg hime soon Dean 2:23am - Can you walk? you 2:24am - Illl b find Dean 2:24am - Call me if you need me to get you you 2:24am - no

You threw the phone back down on the bar, upside down so you wouldn't see if he replied back. Another sigh left your chest - you eyed the rest of your drink, knowing if you finished it you wouldn't be able to walk back to the motel.

"I can always take you back to the motel if you need. I was about to head out too anyways." The man offered, starting to get up out of his chair and putting his jacket on. "No, really that's fine. I'm a stones throw from the motel anyways, I need the cold air." You smiled back at him. "I appreciate you talking to me... I never got your name?" You questioned him

"Ah, no no. No names. It ruins the whole 'anonymity in the name of alcohol' thing... Or at least that's what I tell myself." He sounded like Sam when he said that. You furrowed your brows - annoyed but also grateful.

"you got it." You said back. He made his way out of the bar as you watched the crowds thin out more over the next half hour. You managed to chug down two glasses of water before deciding to slide off the bar seat and out into the cool night air. The parking lot was nearly empty, and you could see the faint glow of the orange motel sign just down the road - far enough away to be a task for you to walk to intoxicated - tempting you to call Dean for a ride.

"Hey, I didn't know you knew the Winchesters." A voice rose from the fog that veiled the cars in the parking lot - the voice you had been talking to for the last 4 hours.

"What?" You whipped around, your soul feeling completely sober, but your eyes failing to catch up to how fast you turned around.

"I said, I didn't know you knew the Winchesters." The man from the bar had gotten up from sitting on the front of a car and was making his way towards you.

"I don't know who you're -- " Before you could finish your lie, the man took out your phone from his pocket, wagging it in front of you.

"Hey, that's my phone" You stated flatly. Your heart began to race, you felt a chill run up your spine. You were too intoxicated to fight this man and you felt helpless.

"Obviously. I mean, I knew who you were from the get-go. But it's great to know you have such a secure line to the Winchesters." He dangled your phone in front of you, smirking evilly. This was definitely not the same man you had talked to for the last couple of hours.

"Who are you." You asked, beginning to back away in the direction of the motel.

"Oh, like the man said, names don't matter. I think this one specifically-" he gestured to himself "I think his names Marcus. A business manager from Sacramento. Truly does have a wife, but he's been missing for a few days now." He clicked his tongue and advanced slowly towards you, while unlocking your phone and opening your messages. "Good timing too." He started, turning your phone screen towards you, showing you texts he had sent to Dean, feigning to be you.

you 3:20am - come get me Dean 3:21am - your texts seem fine, you finally sober? you 3:21am - sober enough to know i need a ride, not enough to stop myself from saying Id give you a kiss for it Dean 3:21am - fine

Your eyes darted to the time on the phone; 3:30am It would take Dean no time to come here and get you.

"why did you call him here - what do you want?" You were determined to find out what he wanted. His black eyes flickered briefly. You heart sank.

"I really just want him to see you...disappear...." Just then, two more men appeared from behind the vehicle, both with starkly black eyes. The Impala crawled into the parking lot around the corner, the head lights shining on your back as you turned to face Dean, hoping to warn him before he left the car. The men walked to the front of the Impala and drew their guns, pointed directly at Dean Dean's eyes shifted from them, to you, and back, showing his hands in the air, unaware of what he just walked into. The man from the bar then came up from behind you, knife at your throat and began walking you backwards towards his car. "HEY!" Dean boomed from the impala. "Let her go!"

"Oh, Mr. Winchester, I would, but it seems you have been evading us for too long, and this is really the only way I can get your attention fully. So - be on standby, I will be reaching out to you shortly." The man yelled back Tears welled in your eyes, and your stomach was doing flips. You felt stupid, and naive. The fact that you had been talking to a demon for the past few hours and not realized it - letting him into your life and walking Dean right into his grasps. You eyes locked onto Deans for a last moment before you were hit in the head and you blacked out.

"Sam get up we got to go." Dean rushed into the motel, flipping on the lights and throwing Sam's clothes at him on the bed.

"Whattime isit" Sam stuttered out, waking quickly from a deep sleep - his eyes glancing over to the clock on the bedside table. 3:45am. "I thought you said we didn't have to get up til later" He mumbled, slowly fumbling his way out of bed

"Yea well plans change when's Demons get involved." Dean grumbled, grabbing everything in the room and throwing it into a bag.

"What?" Sam rubbed his face, and started pulling up his jeans, scanning the room and noticing your absense. "She never came back from the bar." He stated flatly. "Dean where is she." Panic rose in Sam's voice - he was scared for you, and scared at the thought that your fight with him was the last interaction he could have had with you.

"She was about to - but apparently the Demons got there before she had the chance. They took her before I could get to her." Dean was done grabbing everything and stood towards Sam. "Meet me in the car. They got about a 20 minute head start but I know we can find her."

You wake up in darkness... disoriented and dizzy. The sharp pain in your head is the first thing you register, a throbbing pulse that matches the erratic beat of your heart.

Your eyes flutter open, but you find yourself in a small cage inside a damp concrete room, with a small window only letting in a sliver of early daylight. You try to move, but the chains biting into your wrists send a jolt of panic through you, their cold, metal cutting into your wrists and ankles.

Something warm, sticky, and wet trails down your cheek; you taste the salt of blood in your mouth. A chill runs down your back as you realize you are barely clothed - your shirt and pants hanging, shredded from your body on the floor.

Screams bubble up in your throat—raw, desperate—before you can even think to stop them. “Let me out!” Your voice cracks, hoarse from the earlier screams, but you shout anyway. You have to.

A low chuckle breaks your echoing screams; thick and grating, from a corner of the room. You smell sulfer and in the blink of an eye, Marcus has joined you in your cage, kneeling beside you with a smirk playing on his lips.

“You think Dean's coming?” He sneers, and the words drip like venom. “He’s not. You’re nothing but a sacrifice.”

The chains rattle against the stone floor as you attempt to shudder free of them, lunging at the Demon, but failing. The chains tighten, pulling you up by your wrists, stretching you, forcing you to stand, hanging your body by your wrists out like piece of meat. A scream claws its way out of you, but your throat is raw, no longer able to give it the strength it needs.

The demon continues mocking—whispers from the shadows. “Sacrifices don’t get saved. Not this time.”

"What do you think I'm a virgin?" You try to delay the inevitable. "Sorry to wrong you there guy, but you can't sacrifice a non-virgin!"

You begin to get lost in your thoughts “Dean…” you manage, your voice barely a whisper, but it's the only word you can say. Where was he? Was he safe? Did they capture him too?

You recall his face. His rough laugh. His stubborn streak, the way he’d rush into danger without thinking, because that’s just who he was. Always a hero. Always your hero. You remember the way he’d looked at you, soft eyes behind that hardened exterior, the way he never let you go into a hunt alone. You couldn't help but flood memories of him in your mind, thinking you were on the verge of death.

They drag you out of your thoughts. “Oh not, a virgin sacrafice - a baited sacrifice. For the Winchesters." He breaths low - he knows they will do anything to protect one of their own.

A sudden rush of cold sweeps through the air, the sharp crack of something—someone—approaching, and for a second, a stupid, desperate hope flickers in your chest. But then you hear it: the familiar sound of a blade being unsheathed, the echo of a heavier footstep.

The demons tense. They know what’s coming.

It isn’t enough to make you feel safe.

You tug harder against the chains. “Dean!” you scream again, hoping that somehow, someway, he’s out there, just beyond the shadows. You don’t know if it’s possible. You don’t know if he can hear you. But you can’t stop calling.

The demons are still laughing, but they’re growing quieter now. The silence that follows is thick, and heavy.

Then you hear the unmistakable sound of a voice—gruff, deep, and unwavering.

“Let her go.”

You don’t even realize you’re crying until the tears blur your vision. The relief crashes over you like a wave, hot and fast, the raw edge of panic finally easing.

The demons growl, low and dangerous, but Dean’s voice rises over them, fierce and commanding. “I don’t care what kind of hellspawn you are. You want a fight? You’re gonna get one.”

And then you hear it—a sound so familiar that it makes your heart race with hope. The sharp crack of a shot. A demon screeching, followed by another. And another. The unmistakable sound of a fight unfolding.

You struggle against the chains again, your body aching, your mind racing. You need to get out. You need to fight. You need to—

And then you hear his voice again, this time so close it feels like he’s standing right next to you. “Hold on. I’m getting you out of here.”

The last thing you remember is the feeling of Dean’s rough but warm hands wrapping around your bare waist, his grip steady, pulling you through the darkness toward the light of safety. "I'm never drinking again." You stutter through the darkness of the concrete room as Dean guides you out "Not without me sweetheart." His green eyes flash down to yours, a smirk plays on his lips. "Now, about that kiss..."

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