#thanks mrs whatever for freaking me out so bad i passed out and caught myself against the floor with my front teeth

[munch-mumbles]

its been over five years since i blacked out and landed flat on my face and busted my teeth and theyre STILL FUCKED UP!!!!!!!! like the chipped ones got fixed but one of my front ones got completely knocked out of place and never healed right and TO THIS DAY it still gets sore easily if i bite directly on things with it too much THIS FUCKING SUCKS ASS

[proserpina-magnus]

hi! If you take requests can you write a reader x Remus fluff? where they are usually studying together and helping each other out, talking about books etc. it is obvious for everyone that they like each other, but not for them.

maybe the reader could be a little shy, but really positive? and Remus is completely smitten by her and also feels protective of her?

whatever you decide I’m sure it will be amazing, hope it’s not too much

thank you for your work, you’re truly amazing!

heyy, this has been in my inbox for weeks and I'm so sorry this took so long!! I loved how descriptive you where and I hope that you don't mind that I changed the plot just a tad. Remus kind of confesses to being a werewolf soo.. I hope you like it!! xoxo

Monsters Need Love Too [ R.L ]

word count: 2.5k

[ warnings: female reader, slight jealously, tears, slight possessive behavior/words, clothes sharing, first kisses, had holding, scars, slight talk about violence, Remus's friends embarrass him, flattering ]

editor: @breakingniconicokneecaps

Remus anxiously tapped his foot, you had promised him that you both would meet up for a study session before a big potions test. You had been running late, caught up with fixing your hair or finding missing quills.

Remus kept looking towards the library door, tapping his fingers on the wooden table. There had been cracks of brown throughout the wood, Remus watched eagerly towards the doors as his dainty finger traced over the dark spiral wooden pattern.

He felt his heart putter against his rib cage, a nervous sensation creeping into his mind as he started to worry about you. It had been 10 minutes since you both originated the time to meet up, Remus was just about to stand to go look for you, but you had just hurried into the library.

He watched your frantic state walk swiftly towards him, your hair pinned back with loose strands. He smiled, pushing the chair beside him open. You flopped yourself down onto the opened chair, your books and papers left a thud as you dropped them onto the desk.

"So sorry I'm late! I couldn't find my assignment, I might have to re-do it all," you stammered, opening your books with marked stamps. You sighed, before giving a smile towards Remus. "Oh well, at least I'll have a better understanding of the material,"

Remus looked lovingly towards you, rubbing his sweaty hands on his slacks. He looked towards his own opened book, moving his papers around as he passed you his finished assignment.

"If you want, you can take a look at mine," Remus suggested, but you only shook your head and looked back towards a student who sat across a few tables. The guy you smiled at was Amos Diggory, the captain of Hufflepuff's quidditch team. Amo's had combed back messy blond hair, a boyish grin on his face as he waved towards you. Remus followed your gaze, catching the small interaction. He felt a sense of urgency to have your attention back on him.

"That's alright rem, Amo said he would help me later. Let's work on potions shall we?" You said, guiding your attention back to your books. Remus gave a disgruntled sound, his leg bouncing as it tapped into yours.

"You alright?" You asked, knees twitching every time his own knocked into yours. Remus hummed, lips thin as he focused down on his book. You felt like you did something wrong, a frown forming as you flipped some pages.

After a few moments of awkward silence, your eyes travelled towards the taller male. He was hunched over his book, his hand in a fist that rested on his bouncing thigh.

"Did I do something wrong? Are you mad I'm late?" You mumbled quietly, leaning forward as Remus turned his gaze to you. He saw your pleading eyes, a sad pout on your lips at the thought of upsetting him. Remus concluded that you were just too cute to be mad at, not that he was prior.

"No, I'm not mad," Remus huffed, tearing his eyes away from yours. Truth be told, Remus had no idea why he was so upset. You mumbled at his lame lie, your fingers tracing his wrist as you glided your hand to open up his fist. Remus jerked at the faint touch, eyes pouring at the connecting hands.

"You seem mad," you whispered gently, trying not to cause attention in the silent room. Remus brought his gaze back to your face, seeing your beautiful eyes and a small welcoming smile on your lips. His fingers opened, your own wiggling between them.

"How could I possibly be mad when you look like that," Remus blurted, in a daze. You flushed red at the compliment. You wanted so desperately for him to kiss you, Remus felt the same exact way. Before a gentle kiss could be shared, you turned back around and faced towards your book.

"You flatter too much," you teased, your shoulder bumping in with his. You didn't dare take your fingers away from his, liking the way his scars felt rigid and warm against your palm.

"I don't think I flatter enough," Remus stated, his eyes still trained on your adoring profile. You flushed once more, a swirl in your stomach from his words. Remus gushed himself at your flustered state, denying himself the right to lean in and place a kiss against your red cheeks.

"You know what I think?" You ask, turning your head so you can take a long look into his eyes. Remus leaned forward, his nose almost brushing yours. "What do you think?" He asked in response, his voice a low hum.

"I think if anyone should be flattered, it's you. You're a very attractive young man, if I do say so myself Mr. Remus," you flaunt, a giggle on your lips as you close your eyes from the laugh. Remus smiles, watching the way your cheeks rose with your smile. He was absolutely adoring your giggle form, but it was soon to be crushed by his friends.

"Uh- hello! What's going on here?" Sirius's voice boomed through, the three boys marched over to you two. Your hand fell away from Remus's, a small frown on your lips before you replaced it with a smile.

"We're just studying," you say sweetly, turning around so you can get a good look at them. Sirius raises an eyebrow, a suggestive gaze in his eyes as he stares between you two. Remus grows anxious, wanting his friends to leave as soon as possible.

"Studying what? Human anatomy?" Sirius jeers, a smirk on his lips as he leans closer. James and Peter laugh, obvious to Remus's dire crush on you.

You turn to mush at the gesture, turning back to your book as you hide your glowing face. Remus notices, upset at the way they were getting you embarrassed.

"Leave it pads, go bug off, all three of you," Remus sends a low growl to the male, but the rest of the boys only laugh and continue to talk. James pushes a seat open next to you, Remus giving him a dangerous glare.

"She's very pretty" James gushed, one of his fingers poking your sides. You squirm, but decide to be polite and smile towards James. You can't even tell him a thank you before Remus is telling them off.

"Prongs, get up and piss off," Remus states, his hand wrapping around the leg of your chair as he scoots you away from him. You grab your stuff, placing it in front of you. James frowns, tilting his head to give Remus a puppy dog expression.

"Can I stay?" Peter asked his own pout on his lips. Remus sighs loudly, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose.

"No,"

"But moony!" They all chant at once, shushes and glares get shared between you all. Remus sighs one more time, deciding not to freak out and yell at all of them in front of you. The tall brunette collects his stuff, pushing it into his bag in a messy hurry. You frown, watching him pack up. You thought he was leaving with his friends, but Remus starts to take your own books and papers. With his empty hand grabbing yours, He pulls you up, tugging you out the door.

The rest of the boys shout behind him, trying to follow you both. Remus leads you down the hallway, a smile on his lips as he pats your shoulder for some comfort. "One second love, just wait here,"

Remus speeds over to the boys at the other end of the hall, far away enough for you not to hear them. They start to argue, hearing Remus raise his voice. Soon enough, the three boys look towards the ground and scoot away down the opposite hallway.

Remus jogs back over to you, smiling as he runs a hand through his hair. You bring out your hand, making a grabbing gesture. He places his hand into yours, taking the lead as he guides you down the hallway.

"Where are we going?" You questioned, stepping down the switching staircases. Remus turns briefly at the end of the steps, waiting for it to connect with another. "It's a sunny day, let's go sit on the dock,"

"What about our potions test?" You asked, following Remus down the now given steps. He steps onto the cobblestone floors, helping you off the last step.

"It's not until Friday, we have plenty of time tomorrow. You deserve a break," Remus states, pushing open a thin wooden door out towards the back of the huge castle. He takes you down the small hill, holding your hand to protect you from tripping.

"Watch your step," he says, stepping down the small steep hill. His other hand holds your waist, squeezing it between his fingers as he helps you down.

"You're my saviour," you whisper in gratitude, leaning more towards him. The air gets thicker and the breeze grows colder as you step towards the doc.

"You get pleased too easily," Remus comments, his hand squeezing yours. You turn your head, tilting it as you walk against the wooden space.

"Is that a bad thing?" You ask, Remus looked over at you briefly. He has an unreadable face before he shakes his head.

"No, unless you're thanking the wrong person," Remus explains, walking further along the doc. He helps you sit first, following suit as his legs sprawl out. He has much longer limbs, you giggle as he stretches.

"Everyone's so nice, who could possibly be the wrong person?" You wonder, head leaning against his shoulder. Remus sighs, answering that question quickly in his intrusive thoughts. You shiver, tugging your skirt down towards your knees.

"What? Do you think you're bad?" You ask, lifting your head to get a clear look at the boy. Remus lets his head lean down, a frown on his face. You hold a confused expression, your heart aching at the thought. Before you can think, your fingers tilt his head. Remus looks with wide eyes, seeing your saddened expression.

"Remus, you're the nicest person I've ever met," you explain, emotion in your eyes as you talk to him. Remus screams at himself, knowing you had no idea what he really was.

"You need to meet new people," he jokes, but you only shake your head with a deeper frown.

His heart beats quickly, your eyes guiding down to his chapped lips. He picks up instantly on your intentions and he has no remorse to stop them.

Your eyes shut on instinct, lips moving closer to his. Your head tilts, nose brushing against his as you connect mouths. Remus expresses a content sigh, his own eyes closed. His fingers lace through the back of your hair, pulling you closer.

"You don't understand," Remus sighs after the kiss, eyes whisking open. You flutter your eyelashes, sitting back on your legs. You frown, thinking he didn't like the kiss.

"Then make me understand," you tell him, heart hammering inside your chest so loud you might go deaf. Remus smiles, one of his hands still occupied with yours. His other hand cups your face, sliding it through your loose hair.

"You'll hate me once I tell you," Remus whispers, feeling tears burn his eyesight. He wishes he'd never got bitten, he didn't want you to think he was some sort of monster.

You shake your head, leaning closer as you kiss his lips once more. Remus pulls you in, addicted to the way your mouth tastes. He pushes you back slightly, feeling guilty for not telling you what he truly is.

"I'm a werewolf," Remus says, ripping off the bandaid. You blink a few times, not comprehending what he just said. Your eyes dangle down to his scarred hands, your soft thumb tracing a particularly big one.

"Does it hurt?" You quip, eyes looking back into his. Remus feels instantly loved at your small little reaction, his heart swelling as he realizes that you only care whether he's hurt, not that he turns into a killer creature every full moon.

"No," Remus lied, a tear falling from his eye. You nod, happy with his answer. Your cold fingers come to wipe away the lost tear. you lean in for another kiss, but Remus pushes you back.

"I'm a werewolf," he states once again, you nod in understanding. "I can kill you,"

"Do you want to hurt me?" You mumble, Remus feels worried build up from just thinking about it. He shakes his head, head falling as he lets out more tears.

"Then it doesn't matter," you finish, leaning down so you can get your much wanted kiss. Remus leans into it, another sigh on his lips as he pulls you closer. The waves crash against the doc, coating the wood just in front of you with seeping water.

"I can't control myself in that state, I could hurt you," Remus whispers against your lips, his arms wrapping around your sides as he pulls you in. You sigh, kissing the corner of his mouth.

"No, the werewolf would hurt me. It's not your fault, you can't control it," you tell him, sticking with your conclusion. Remus would never dare hurt you and you knew that.

"You're too good, what is a monster like me doing with you, hm?" Remus says, his fingers tilting your chin as he places a generous kiss against your cold lips. A smile decorated on your mouth, you shift closer to him. His body was so warm and you felt so cold, you were almost slipping under his coat for warmth.

"You're no monster," you whisper, Remus notices your shivering body. He felt sick for taking you out to the cold doc, tugging off his coat quickly as he props it on your shoulders.

"I monster wouldn't let his girl freeze to death," he contorts, rubbing your arms to get you to warm up. Your face heats at his words, you couldn't help but smile.

"I'm your girl?" You ask, leaning closer as you shift onto his lap. Remus's long limbs curl around you, bringing you closer as he protects you from the now vicious wind. His hair whips in every direction, the wind so tough you can hear it.

"Yes, you're my girl," Remus juts, standing up with ease as you cling onto him. He adjusts you easily, hiding you inside his big coat. Your head rests against his chest, his arms hiking around your bottom to carry you up the hill.

"All yours," you mumble, happy with the soft protection he was offering. Your arms link around his neck, not daring to let go as he opens up the wooden door once again. He carries you inside, looking around as he spots his friends. They all gap with their mouth wide open, pointing.

"All mine," Remus mutters to you, speeding away from his frantic friends. You keep your eyes closed, letting him take you to wherever he pleases.

[smells-like-mettaton]

Rating: T (for inherent neutral ending angst)

Summary: Toriel's old house feels like a mausoleum. She will gladly ignore chisp crumbs and lumpy mattresses for a place that feels more like home.  (Queen Toriel ending fic for Soriel Week 2021.)

Word Count: 5211

XXX

The bedroom was exactly how she left it. Her bed pushed up against the gray wall. A book about snails on the wooden desk. A knit sweater with the embroidered words "Mrs. Mom Lady" in the wardrobe.

Even after all this time, she could barely look at it without her soul splitting in two.

She'd known this wouldn't be easy. She hadn't seen this house in over a century. Still, she wasn't prepared for how Asgore had sealed up her old room like a tomb, a photograph of the day that everything went terribly, horribly wrong.

At least the last child was safe. They should not have had to take a life to save their own, but she doubted Asgore had given them a choice.  Her own soul felt more numb than anything.  To her, Asgore had died a century ago.

What was done, was done. And as usual, she was too late to do anything but sweep up the dust.

She backed through the doorframe, shutting the door with a quiet click. She would have to return eventually, but for now, she yearned for a place with fewer painful memories.

"Hey, Your Majesty." A voice startled her as she attempted to escape the foyer. Luckily it was a voice she would always recognize.

"Hello, old friend." She turned and smiled at the monster leaning against the stair railing.

He was smaller than she expected, with that deep voice. Not that that was a bad thing. As for him being a skeleton, that had been apparent from the abundance of bone puns.

"You know the formality is unnecessary," she told him softly.

"Is it?" He shuffled from foot to slippered foot. 

In all her time of joking with him through the door, she had never expected him to be so cute. 

"Didn't want to assume, old lady."

He winked, and she felt a weight lift from her chest. At least one monster would still treat her like a person, and not like a mythical figure returned to save them.

"Toriel," she introduced herself for the first time. He had to have heard already, but between rushing to the palace, scattering Asgore's dust, comforting their—her people… she hadn't had time to seek out her friend.

He seemed to feel comfortable walking right into her home, though. Did he ever visit Asgore when he was here? Her friend seemed like the type of monster who went wherever he felt like, and Asgore, for all his flaws, had never turned a monster away from his home.

"Sans." He held out a bony hand. "Sans the skeleton."

"Nice to meet you, Sans," she tested out the name and clasped his hand with her paw.

A loud pthbbbbbt echoed through the empty hall. Her eyes widened.

"Wow, Toriel. That's, uh, some way to make an introduction." He winked.

She squinted down at the inflatable object in his hand, the source of the farting noise. Then she pretended to ignore it.

"It certainly is. I was not aware that skeletons were capable of flatulence."

His eyelights gutted for a moment before he burst out laughing.

"Your jokes are even better in person," he said once he composed himself.

His laugh set her soul fluttering. In all their conversations through the door, he'd never laughed like that. Maybe she should have tried fart jokes sooner.

"I am always happy to tickle your funny bone." She smiled, and his face tinged blue.

"Happy to be tickled. But, uh. I guess that's not all I'm here for?"

Her breath caught in her lungs. Of course he would not visit without a reason. 

"I suppose not. Would you like to have a seat?"

"It's nothing that serious," he assured her quickly. "I just thought you'd want an update on the kid."

"You've spoken with them? They are still here?"  She tried to keep the hysteria from her voice.

How could they have taken Asgore’s soul and not returned home?  Had the Barrier proven too powerful?

"No—geez, I'm making this sound worse." He ran a bony palm down his face. "They’re definitely gone.  Papyrus tried to call them nonstop.  Besides that, you know the big stuff. The king's dead."

Her lips drew to a thin line, pulling tight across her fangs.

"I can hardly fault them for that."

"Right." He stuck his hands back in his pockets. "I gotta be honest. The way the kid looked when I last saw them… I don't think they did it."

Her brow furrowed. She was inclined to hope that the child had not chosen violence.  They had been so sweet, so eager to talk and joke with the monsters of the Ruins, so quick to hug her even after she’d fought them.  It was hard to imagine them striking down Asgore.

"But… then what do you think happened?"

Sans shrugged. "Wish I knew. I kept watch best I could, but…"

"I could not expect you to come between them and your king." As much as she wished he could have. She had hardly expected him to agree to watch over the human at all.

“Couldn’t have even if I wanted to.  These bones aren’t as sturdy as they look.  Maybe I shoulda listened to my bro and drank more milk...” He grimaced and glanced away.  “Anyway.  Like I said, I don’t know what happened.  Just.  Be careful, okay?”

“Careful?” She blinked.

“Yeah.  You never know.” His gaze flickered to a potted golden flower on the end table next to the stairs.

“Sans.  If I did not know better, that would sound like a threat.” She crouched down, so she could better meet his eyesockets. “Is there something you are trying to tell me?”

“Man. First I rip one in front of a lady, then I threaten her.  I’m makin’ a great first impression.”  He rocked back and forth on his slippers. “Look. Toriel. I don’t wanna scare you, ‘specially since today must’ve been hard. Real hard.”

His eyelights bored into her irises. She found herself needing to look away.

“It has certainly been… interesting. Moreso than any day since I last saw this place.” She suppressed a shudder.

Change. Her life had been constant for so long.  There would be no more of that, now. Hopefully that would be for the better, but only time would tell.

“Yeah. Being flung away from everything you’re used to… don’t imagine that’s a cakewalk. Don’t want you to worry about freaks hiding in the shadows on top of that.”

Somehow, she felt he made more sense when he was on the other side of a door. Knock-knock jokes had a formula. Just another normalcy she had forfeited, she supposed.

“Please, Sans. If you believe I am in danger, you may say so.”

“Fine. So.” He grinned, and she couldn’t help a snort.

“Alright, I suppose I walked into that one.” She smiled, despite his warning. “Under normal circumstances, I would say I could handle myself. But I must admit you are more updated on the state of the kingdom than I.  Do you have any information that could help?”

“...Not really?” His grin turned sheepish.  “You look like a tough lady. I bet my bones are rattling over nothing.”

“I would still humer-us you.”

He gave her a funny look. “You’re actually taking me seriously?”

“Why would I not? You are my friend.  Perhaps… my only friend, at this point,” she admitted.  It would be foolish to ignore a warning, even if it was based on gut feeling. Or, whatever skeletons had in place of a gut.

“Well.  Uh.  If someone, something, was behind the king’s… yeah. If it wasn’t the kid, whoever else it was might still be around. So.” He coughed. “Sounds stupid when I say it like that, huh.”

“It does not.  I think it is sweet that you are worried.” He wouldn’t be able to see her blush, thankfully. It had been a long time since anyone had looked out for her.

“Geez, Toriel.” He rubbed the back of his skull. “You’re gonna ruin my reputation.”

“What reputation? Are you typically a monster with a heart of bone?” she teased.

“Nah. I just don’t worry. Too much work.”  It was difficult to tell if he was joking.  “Guess I can make an exception this once, though.”

“Why, thank you, my friend.”  She had the sudden urge to reach out and squeeze his hand.  It would be more for her own comfort than his, so she did not act on it. “To be honest, your words are a relief. I do not mind the excuse to avoid this place.”

“Oh.” He sounded surprised. “You got somewhere else you’d rather be?”

She both did, and did not. How could she explain without sounding like a clinging child?

...Perhaps that was the wrong metaphor. She would have preferred her children to be a little clingier.

“‘Cause, uh, if you don’t mind a bit of mess… my door’s always open.”

She blinked at the offer. Had he felt the thoughts stirring in her soul?

She didn’t want to be alone. Not again. And she had told him the truth: there were unlikely to be any other monsters she knew still around. Perhaps Gerson; she and Asgore had always joked that he would outlive them.

That joke seemed awfully morbid now.

“Sorry. Was that too forward? Our friendship’s built off closed doors; guess we should just take 'em one at a—"

"No," she interjected too forcefully. “No. I would love to visit your home.”

Though she had never set foot there, she already suspected it would feel more like a home than this place.

“You really—? Great.” His skull tinged the faintest blue. “Just, uh, know that it’s nothing fancy.”

Toriel smiled. “‘Nothing fancy’ sounds wonderful at the moment.”

Perhaps wherever he lived would be out of the way enough that news of her return would be delayed. If she could be lucky enough to pass for an ordinary monster… well, that was likely too much to wish for. It certainly wasn’t becoming of a queen to hide from her subjects.

Stars, there was so much to get used to. So many formalities to reacquaint herself with.  She hoped such things would wait until tomorrow.

Sans returned her smile.

“In that case, I know a shortcut.”

XXX

She handled the shortcut well for a first-timer. No stumbling on the other end, no complaints of nausea or dizziness. Of course, she was a Queen. A Boss Monster. Why would a magic trick ruin her composure?

Sans wanted to laugh. All this time, he'd been joking with the Queen. She didn't seem to mind, but she could just be “humerus”ing him.

...Nah. She had every excuse to ignore him if she really wanted to. Instead she'd actually taken him up on his offer.

He almost forgot to drop her hand once their feet landed in the soft snow. Heh. Who was he kidding? It was just nice to feel her fur under his fingers. To touch her, and know that she was real.

"Oh!" Her eyes lit up, reflecting the gyftmas lights strung haphazardly around the house's columns. "I remember this place!"

"You do?" Sans's browbone furrowed.

"I saw it while travelling from the Ruins to…" she trailed off.  To stop the kid from fighting Asgore.

Sans felt stupid for not trying to stop them himself.  Not that a kid that determined would’ve listened, anyway.  Still… he’d believed in them.  Hoped that by some miracle, they’d get ‘em out of this mess.

Heh. That was too much pressure to put on a kid, even a determined one.

"Yeah." He coughed quietly. "Guess we're hard to miss. Papyrus did something to the Gyftmas lights—even when the CORE lights go out for the night, ours stay on. Never figured out how he pulled that off."

Toriel laughed before seeming to realize something.

"I will get to meet your brother!" She clasped her hands together. "I wish it had not come about for such an unhappy reason, but I am excited nonetheless."

He chuckled. Her excitement was contagious. That was something she and Papyrus had in common already.

He pushed the door open, called out for his brother—and noticed the monster sprawled out on his couch.

"Oh." Sans blinked at Undyne, who was snoring so loudly, he should've heard it from outside. Guess he'd been a little distracted. "Uh. This is awkward."

"What is it?" Toriel hung back, her head ducking through the doorframe. "Is your brother sleeping? I would not wish to wake him. You said he rarely sleeps, did you not?"

"Nah, it's not him. Forgot his pal's house burned down. Actually, I'm sure you met her. Undyne? Captain of the Royal Guard?"

"I… yes, we met." Toriel edged inside, closing the door behind her with a soft click. "She looks far more peaceful now than she did this morning. From what I understand, my ex-husband was something of a father to her."

"Something like that." Sans nodded in agreement. There hadn't even been a Royal Guard until Asgore created the position for her. Sans wondered if Toriel would keep it around now that Asgore was gone.

Welp. It wouldn't hurt, what with his suspicions about Papyrus's friend "Flowery." 

(Maybe Sans should let Toriel sleep on the top floor rather than the couch anyway. No dirt for stray flowers to get into up there.)

"Should we be staring?" Toriel said with a soft chuckle.

Sans shook his thoughts away. "Sorry. Just thinking. I, uh…"

There wasn't room on the top floor. Sans's lumpy, crumb-dusted mattress was out of the question. That left only Papyrus's bed, which while rarely in use, had too much sentimental value to give to Toriel without asking. Where was Papyrus, anyway?

"Undyne!" His brother practically kicked in the door. "I have returned with nutritious—oh!"

Papyrus's sockets blinked at Toriel. Then at Sans. Then at Toriel again.

(Undyne let out another loud snore.)

"Sans?”  Papyrus dropped his groceries on the table next to the pet rock. “Why didn't you tell me we had another guest??"  

Because he was an idiot who hadn't planned past one impulsive offer. His face went a little blue.

"I guest you would figure it out," he managed to joke. 

Toriel let out a bleating laugh at that. The suddenness of it was enough to jolt Undyne awake.

"NGAHH!!" She tried to leap off the couch, but ended up rolling onto the floor. "I'm here, Asgore! I won't—oh."

Her single eye blinked up at Toriel. 

"Papyrus?" Undyne hissed through her teeth. "Why didn't you tell me the Queen was coming??"

"Because I didn't know!" Papyrus replied brightly. 

"I, uh, promise I'm usually more professional than this." Undyne summoned an energy spear and used it to push herself to her feet. The attack left a small char mark on the carpet. "I am at your service, Your Majesty."

Sans thought she looked real professional in a pair of Papyrus's MTT-brand crop top pajamas. Toriel didn't comment on that though, instead opting for a matronly smile.

"There is no need for that, Captain. I am not here on business, but as a friend."

That smile turned towards Sans, and he fought back a blush.

"Yeah. I was just gonna, uh, make some dinner. Y'know, welcome our queen back with some Snowdin hospitality."

"Dinner?" Papyrus squinted suspiciously. "You don't cook dinner. I cook dinner."

"First time for everything, right?" Sans winked to hide his embarrassment. 

Of course Papyrus wouldn't buy his excuse. But he really didn't want his brother and Undyne worrying on top of Toriel. Granted, it was Undyne's job to worry about security threats… but she'd tear up the house's foundation if she thought an enemy might be hiding anywhere in a five-mile radius. 

"Sans," Toriel chided him. "You do not owe me that."

"Wowie! You must be a great influence on him, Bald Asgore!"

Toriel blinked before bursting out laughing. Sans's grin widened. 

"Her name is Toriel, bro."

"Of course!! Where are my manners?" Papyrus bustled past him to shake Toriel's paws. "I am the Great Papyrus! It's an honor to meet you, Queen Toriel!"

"The honor is mine. Sans has told me so much about you," she said, and Papyrus blushed pink.

"You? Know the new queen?" Undyne whispered to Sans while Papyrus and Toriel got acquainted.

"You know me. I know everyone." He winked.

"She came out of nowhere."

"Yeah. My bro and I know what that's like."

Undyne huffed, but Sans didn't offer a more thorough explanation.

Papyrus's affronted shout signalled that Toriel had dropped her first pun.

"I take it back! This is the worst day of my life!!" 

Sans met Toriel's eyes, and they both laughed.

"I suppose I will have to help Sans in the kitchen as my pun-ishment," she said with a coy wink.

"Normally I would object to a guest cooking, but in this case I will make an exception!" Papyrus turned on his heel and grabbed Undyne's arm. "We will clean up the living room in the meantime! Try not to corrupt the queen any further, Sans!!"

"Wouldn't dream of it, bro."

He gave a quick wink to Toriel behind Papyrus's back, and they moved to the kitchen.

"Did I actually upset him…?" She asked once they were out of earshot.

"Nah. He's just dramatic like that. He'll drop three puns per sentence when he thinks I'm not listening."

He turned away, rummaging through the fridge for something edible they could cook.  Discreetly, he tucked his empty chisp bag behind Papyrus’s spaghetti-filled tupperware.

“Oh, good.  I would not want to make a bad first impression.”

“Pfft. You’d have to try real hard to do that, Tori.  My bro sees the best in everyone.”  He smiled and pulled a “pupperoni” pizza out of the freezer.  It wasn’t anything fancy, but at least it would be edible.

He turned around, pizza in hand, and found Toriel staring at him oddly.

“What?”  His sockets widened.  “Uh, you’re not vegetarian, are you?”

She shook her head quickly, her gaze skimming off of his like oil from water.

“Pizza sounds lovely.  It has been quite some time since I had one.”

Sans didn’t pry, but he couldn’t help wondering what her expression had meant.  Had he said something weird?

...Oh.  He’d called her Tori, hadn’t he?  He should know better than to use nicknames without asking.  Papyrus hated them.

“Please, allow me.”  She held out her paws, so she couldn’t be too upset.

He handed over the pizza, and he jumped when fire flared to life in her palms.  For a moment he thought the fire would scorch the pizza beyond recognition, but the flames were just pleasantly warm.  He’d never known a monster other than Grillby to have such careful control of fire magic.

“Heh.  I didn’t know you were so hot, Toriel.”

As soon as he said it, he clamped his jaw shut.  Geez, how stupid could he be?  Making bad jokes was one thing, but flirting with bad jokes?

The fire went out.  She looked up abruptly—er, looked away from the pizza.  He was still a good two feet shorter than her.

“Tori was fine,” she said, her voice soft.

“Uh,” he replied intelligently. 

She suppressed a giggle, and he was pretty sure his face burned hotter than her fire had.  He could stand to take notes from Alphys and throw himself in the trash.

“Or not.  Whatever is comfortable for you,” she reassured him.  “Now, should we eat dinner before it gets cold?”

Eating was hardly something he could screw up at.

“Sure,” then after a pause, he tested, “Tori.”

Forget her fire magic.  Her smile could’ve heated the pizza all on its own.

XXX

For once in a hundred years, dinner was a warm and energetic affair.  In addition to the pizza, Papyrus had tossed together a salad from his fresh groceries, and Sans had briefly stepped out to grab a few orders of wings and fries.  In the end there was plenty of food for four hungry monsters.

Papyrus apologized for the lack of seating, but Toriel didn’t mind sitting on the couch squeezed between Sans and Undyne, eating off of paper plates.  She couldn’t imagine anywhere she would have felt more comfortable.

Before long, though, the day’s fatigue caught up with her.  She supposed it was to be expected—she wouldn’t regain her social stamina all at once.  

Sans caught her eye, and he nodded towards the stairs as Undyne and Papyrus “owned” each other in an MTT-Brand fighting game.

“Sorry.  I know they can be a bit much.” Sans rubbed the back of his skull.  

“They’re lovely.  I wish I had the energy to keep up with them.”  She smiled.

He leaned against the banister, smiling down at them.  Papyrus had gotten the upper hand this time, and was punching the air with joy.

“Me too,” Sans said, still looking away.  “I was thinking.  If you want a place to rest for the night, my bed’s open.”

She blinked.  Her face seemed to catch fire.  That was rather more… forward than she was expecting.  Sure, she had enjoyed his lighthearted flirting, and much as she tried to deny it, feelings had been growing in her for a long time.  But to have him return those feelings? And so boldly? It was as unfathomable as it was unlikely.

“I can get ya some fresh sheets, and I’ll crash in the shed.  My bro set up an, uh, guest room there when the human was in town.”

Oh.  She rubbed the heat from her face while he wasn’t looking.  How foolish could she be, to think he would be implying…? Well.

“I would not force you out of your room,” she said.  “If your brother prepared a guest room, I am sure that would be adequate.”

He let out a quick laugh.  “Uh, you’re not used to my brother’s… decorating.  Seriously, I don’t mind.”

She sighed.  If he insisted, she supposed it would be rude to deny his hospitality.

“Alright.  Thank you very much, Sans.”

“Great.”  He smiled back at her, then went into his brother’s room.  She waited patiently, and only jumped a little when he suddenly reappeared from the right hand door.  Perhaps the two rooms were connected in the back by a bathroom.

“Hotel Sans, one vacancy.”  He winked while holding the door open.

She chuckled behind her hand.  “You really did not have to resort to this.”

“Heh, I wouldn’t call it much of a resort.  The bed’s not even queen sized.”  He rubbed the back of his skull.

The bed was smaller than she was used to, but it did have fresh sheets.  That was the only fresh thing about the room.  Chisp crumbs had been brushed under the dresser, and… that was a tornado.  A self-sustaining trash tornado.  Though at least there was a pine-scented air freshener suspended in it.

“Sorry, it’s… really not much.  Uh.  Probably kinda insulting, expecting the Queen to sleep—”

“It’s perfect.”

He blinked.  “Huh?” 

“I am no stranger to a few crumbs, Sans.”

She remembered days that bled into weeks that bled into months.  Months where she couldn’t bring herself to clean, could hardly bring herself to care at all.  Months that had grown fewer and farther between since she’d met a friendly voice behind a door.

“I would’ve vacuumed,” he said sheepishly, “but I suck at it.”

More embarrassingly loud laughter burst from her.  In front of Sans, though, she didn’t feel the need to curtail her joy.

“Thank you.” She poured as much sincerity as she could into her voice.  

“‘S no problem, Tori.”  A light blue tinge warmed his cheekbones.  How could he possibly look so adorable? “Bathroom’s down the hall if you wanna wash up or anything.  And Undyne’ll be on the couch, so this is probably the safest place in the Underground right now.”

Her brow furrowed.  Sure enough, there was no bathroom door inside the room—he must have used one of his “shortcuts” to move from his brother’s room to here.

“So, uh.  I’ll be in the shed—uh, guest room if you need me.”  He flashed one more tense grin before turning to leave.

“Wait.” She stepped towards him without thinking.  

He looked up, one brow ridge raised.  She found herself biting her lip, wondering if she dared ask what her soul wanted.  It was silly, really.  She’d been on her own for years, decades.

Maybe that was why she was so hesitant to lose this one taste of companionship.

“I would feel… safer, if you would stay too.”  Her face burned beneath her fur, but she projected her usual composure.

“...Welp. Can’t say no to that, huh?”

She was about to reassure him that he could say no—that she was asking as his friend, not as his queen—but the soft smile on his face told her he already knew.  

He briefly left to grab a few things, then returned with a few pillows and, for some reason, a dog bed.

“You are not going to sleep on that,” she said in disbelief.

He flopped the dog bed in the middle of the floor and started fluffing it.  “Why not?  Gotta throw a dog bed a bone, right?”

“Sans.”  

The outdoor lights dimmed, as if at her command.  Only the colored Gyftmas lights outside and one dim indoor bulb lit the room.

Her confidence waned with the light.  What had she expected him to do?  She’d asked him to stay.  Unless she wanted to…

Oh, to hell with it.  She was too old to be so shy about these things.

“If you are not opposed,” she swallowed, “we could… share this mattress.”

When he looked up, she couldn’t make out his eyelights at all.  Their glow returned slowly, like the rising of the sun from her memories.

“Heh… you sure?  You don’t even know if I snore.”

She laughed and sat on the bed, patting the space beside her.  “You do not know if I snore, either.”

“Fair enough, Tori.”

They took turns cleaning up in the bathroom—she was imposing on Sans enough without adding the smell of dirty fur to his bed.  Then she did her best to ignore the flutterings in her soul as he slipped off his hoodie and climbed up onto the mattress.  She insisted he stay under the sheets; her fur would keep her warm enough with just the light blanket on top.  

The sheets were a barrier in name only.  There was only so much space on the mattress, so no matter how he adjusted and apologized, she could still feel the curve of his spine against hers.

It felt amazing.  It felt terrifying.  It felt like a mistake.  It felt like the only thing she’d ever done right.

The one saving grace of the whole situation was that it didn’t stir memories of Asgore.  Her royal beds had been triple the size of Sans’s lumpy mattress. She and her ex-husband had rarely slept back to back, and if they had, the feeling would have much different.

“...Tori?” Sans’s voice was just above a whisper.  “You, uh, still awake?”

As if she could sleep while enduring the wonderful agony of friendly touch for the first time in a century.

“Yes,” she replied softly.  “Am I taking up too much space?”

“No, ‘course not. I was just, uh… geez.” He sounded embarrassed.

Risking their precarious balance, she rolled over to face him.  Or to face the back of his skull, at least.

“Are you alright?” she asked.

“Doin’ sans-sational.” He chuckled to himself.  “Sorry.  Never got to use that one with you before.”

She would have laughed, had she not worried about shaking the whole mattress.

“It was sans-tastic,” she joked back, and he laughed again.

Then abruptly, his laughter cut off.

“Thanks, Tori,” he said in a quiet but firm voice.

“What for?” She wished she could take his hand, see his face, learn what thoughts were passing through his skull.  Instead she gave him as much space as physically possible… which still was not much.

A long, silent moment passed.  Had he fallen asleep?

“I know it’s not how you wanted,” he finally said, “but I’m glad I got to meet you.  So.  Thanks.”

Warmth spread outward from her soul to fill her whole body.  Sans could probably feel it radiating from her.

“Thank you, Sans.  If I had to return, knowing no one…”

He rolled to face her.  His eyelights were mere inches from her pupils.

“You would’ve been fine.  All you had to do was tell a few of your amazing jokes, and the whole Underground would’ve been linin’ up to be your pals.”

She suppressed a laugh.  “I hardly think that would be appropriate, under the circumstances.”

“Eh.”  He shrugged.  “Plenty of monsters in town cope with jokes.  You’d just be relating to the common folk.”

She stared into his sockets a little too intently.  At this distance, it easily made her dizzy.

“Would you be included in that demographic?” she couldn’t help asking.

“When I first met you?  For sure.” His gaze darted away.  “But it’s crazy.  Between you and the kid… I’m startin’ to think there’s more to life than good food and bad laughs.”

“Really?”  She and the child had made such an impact on him?

“I know.  Don’t tell Papyrus.  He wouldn’t believe you, anyway.” He winked.

“My lips are sealed.” She smiled.

Silence hung between them.  It should have felt awkward, but she couldn’t bring herself to turn away.  In the end it was Sans who yawned in her face and then hurriedly flipped back onto his other side.

She laughed, and clearly she was exhausted too, because she pressed a kiss to the back of his skull without thinking.

He froze.  She froze.  There was no way to play that off gracefully.  And there was no way she could fall asleep and pretend that it had not happened.

“Heh… those didn’t feel very sealed to me,” he finally rasped out.

It took her a moment to process what he meant.  Meanwhile her embarrassment only burned hotter.

“I am so sorry—”

“I’m not.” When he rolled back to face her, his face was bright blue.  “You’ll still be here when I wake up, right?”

His question was tinged with desperation.

“Of course,” she answered automatically, despite the many responsibilities that she would have to attend to in the morning.  She was the Queen once more.  If she had to, she could adjust the schedule of meetings and speeches to accommodate… this.

Whatever this was to be.

“Remind me in the morning,” he squeezed her hand, “that this is real.”

His hand quickly went limp.  She was worried for a moment, before she heard the faint snore escape his nasal cavity.

She gave him a fond smile, and allowed her own eyes to close.  She did not know if sleep would come or not.  She did not know what challenges the new day would bring, or what old challenges would continue to rear their heads.

But she did know that she was not alone.  For tonight, that was enough.

[mrsacklesevansmgk]

Cursed - Chapter Three: Lana

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“The moon was so beautiful, that the ocean held up a mirror” – Ani DiFranco

“Hey Teeg’s, I’ve gotta go back to my locker…grabbed the wrong book,” I said, holding up my Classics book to show her, “You go on ahead and nab our seats.” I turned and walked back towards my locker, only realising once I got there, that I was supposed to be showing Adam around school and that included walking him to his next class, and in that moment, I felt bad. I dumped my English and Classics books in my locker, grabbing the right book this time and made my way towards Ms Kirkpatrick’s class. I walked into class still in a daze, found my seat next to Tegan and looked up into a familiar face. Adam was sitting there staring at me. I must have looked like a deer in headlights, as a smile quickly appeared on Adam’s face, which morphed into a chuckle when I didn’t smile back.

“Are you stalking me Adam?” I asked, while staring down at my books.

He chucked again and replied with a cheeky tone of voice, “No Lana, I’m not. But thanks for showing me around the school! I would have gotten lost otherwise.” The smile widened.

I tried my best to ignore him and his smile. But my teenage girl brain had other ideas when I felt my heart flutter a bit in response to his smile. “I uhhh…” I began. “You ‘uhhh’ what?” he replied. “Oh, you know, it’s Monday; it takes a while for the brain to kick in,” I said, nodding with commitment, hoping that the joke I had cracked at my own expense would be enough to break the tension I was feeling.

I pulled open my History textbook, again seeking solace in my schoolwork, I realised it was a crutch I used quite often in life; not that there was anything wrong with that. I pulled out my notes from last week’s class and started going over the key points from the lessons. I had this OCD way of taking notes. I would literally write anything and everything, then go back over the notes during study period or in the evening and make 10 key points, and colour code them based on whatever logic I had worked out for that class and then at the beginning of the next class I would go back over those 10 key points to refresh my memory.

As I read over my notes, my mind easily wandered away from recapping the French Revolution and towards the person sitting next to me. Without even noticing, I was no longer reading my notes, I was looking at Adam; not just out of the corner of my eye, but full on, body turned, looking at Adam. What the hell had gotten into me? Luckily, he didn’t look up. I couldn’t imagine how I’d be able to explain getting caught staring at him for the second time this morning. I did, however, manage to peel my eyes away from him and back to my notes, only to feel his eyes burning into me mere seconds later. There was something about his eyes. It felt like they were hiding a small little world behind them, and I was both intrigued and eager to find out more.

For the first time in months, History seemed interesting; not because of the topic, but because of Adam. We didn’t talk much, just random polite conversation, but there was something about him, something that I couldn’t quite pinpoint. Adam seemed genuinely interested in anything I had to say. Being the younger and much less-prettier sister of the amazing ‘goddess-like’ Eleanor, I was practically ignored by the majority of the student population, not that I minded. But with Adam, it was almost like ‘Eleanor who?’

Once again, the hour flew by, and the bell rang signaling the end of the second period. I stood and smiled a goodbye to Adam and joined Tegan as we made our way back to our lockers. The boys were already there, waiting, impatiently, might I add. I managed to open my locker and dump my books before Justin grabbed me by the elbow, pulling me into a nearly deserted classroom. What the hell? I thought, and I was just about to ask him when I saw the look on his face. Justin liked to pretend that he was easy going, that nothing bothered him and that he didn’t take life too seriously. But I knew him better than that. Something was really bothering him, and I was sure I was about to find out.

“Everyone is talking about you! Don’t you know?!” he said as his eyes blazed into me. He looked really frustrated, and like a storm was brewing inside.

I stood there dumbfounded. What was he talking about? Everyone was talking about Eleanor and her college celeb boyfriend, not about me, her unpopular, boring sister.

He stared at me with questioning eyes and waited for my response. I couldn’t even comprehend what he was saying, let alone have the ability to form an answer to his question. He took my silence as a ‘no’.

“They’re all talking about you and that new kid.” I continued to stare blankly at my one of best friends. He had never cornered me in such a way before, was he jealous or is it something more? I wondered.

“Who is talking about what?” I asked, still looking confused. “Yeah, the new kid, he’s in my class…I talked to him. Mr Lord asked me to show him around school, make him feel welcome…What’s the big deal?”

“Uhhhh,” Justin said. He looked frustrated that I just wasn’t getting what he was trying to say. “Just that he is the hottest guy this school has ever seen and that YOU seem to have caught his attention, despite Lydia, Marie and their clique throwing themselves at him every chance they got!”

I cracked a smile. This was one of the weirdest conversations that I had ever had with Justin…and that’s saying a lot because we talked about some weird things! “Pfft, what are you talking about? I sat next to him in a few classes, Mr Lord volunteered me to show him around. I barely know him. I don’t know him. People need to mind their business.”

Justin wasn’t really interested in hearing what I had to say. It was like he was on autopilot, filling me in on everything he’d heard about the new kid and myself over the past two hours. I had never, and I mean NEVER, been the topic of any gossip before at this school. Not with Eleanor around! I knew she wouldn’t be happy about this. Not only had she been relegated to “old news” in less than an hour, but she’d also been bumped from being the hottest topic by none other than her ugly duckling younger sister. Knowing her as well as I did, there was going to be hell to pay at home this evening...she would be unbearable! But also, I know that she isn’t going to stand for it. Her name would be back on everyone’s lips by tomorrow morning, she’d make sure of that!

As Justin continued rattling off an embellished version of events, my brain began processing what he was saying. It was a bit over the top, but that’s how rumours work. They start off innocently enough and then as they pass from one person to the next, the story morphs into something completely different, and the next thing you know, the rumour is so far removed from the truth. Justin was still rattling on, but I knew he’d have to stop and take a breath sooner or later, and that moment was coming.

“Justin! Stop!!” I rushed out! “You’re making such a big deal out of this. I never thought you’d be one to feed into the rumours and gossip around here; let alone, rumours about me. You should know me better than that!!” I said, “Nothing happened between Adam and me. We talked. We sat next to each other. Nothing more, nothing less. Now stop this nonsense and let’s go! I want to grab some morning tea!!”

I walked away, done with the conversation. Just as I was about to grab the door handle, I heard Justin say “Okay, okay! You’re right, I’m sorry I got carried away! It’s just that everyone was talking about it, and I felt like I was the last to know! I felt like I’d been left out of my best friend’s life...even if for only a few hours. But now I can see how things were blown wayyyyy out of proportion!!”

I turned around and gave him my biggest smile, “I’d NEVER leave you out of my life like that! The second anything noteworthy happens in my life, you’re the first person I tell!” He walked over to me, and I gave him a bit of a side hug, which was awkward considering how tall he was. “Now, let’s go!!” and I dragged him out of the classroom and back towards our group of friends. We had about ten minutes left before our next class, so I made a beeline for the cafeteria. There wasn’t much of a line, but the few minutes I spent waiting to be served resulted in at least a half a dozen random looks, followed by hushed whispers behind hands. Soon enough the whispers were no longer hushed, but loud enough for me to hear; things like “Ugh, why her? She’s so bland and boring!” or “Look at what she’s wearing. She’s such a freak!” It didn’t faze me though, I expected nothing less from the sheep at this school.

I was almost at the front of the queue, but I hadn’t decided what I wanted. I turned to Justin, who was also eyeing up the menu. We decided to split a fruit bowl. Justin offered to make the order while I waited outside, away from the staring, whispers and comments. As I waited outside of the cafeteria, the comments got louder and meaner; the sheep of the school weren’t hiding the fact that they had a problem that I seemed to have Adam’s attention. I looked over towards the field, I felt like I needed to be in an open space, less suffocating place. As I contemplated my next move, I looked up and seen Adam sitting at a nearby table. Obviously, he too could hear the comments and that was the tipping point. I needed to get out of here.

I dashed towards the field. “Wait, Lana!” I heard from behind me. But I ignored whoever it was and pushed past a large group. Luckily for me, most people were heading back to class. I rounded the corner by the gym, but I hadn’t been watching where I was going and ran straight into the last person, I wanted to see…Adam. Weird, I thought, how did he get ahead of me? I looked up, fumbled out an apology and attempted to dash around him but I wasn’t fast enough. He gently took my elbow and pulled me back to face him. His touch was similar to the way he had helped me earlier in class and much gentler than Justin had mere minutes earlier. I sighed heavily, mostly out of frustration more than anything. I didn’t want to be there; I didn’t want to be at school; I most definitely did not want to be standing here talking to Adam, because I knew this would just fuel more gossip. I could literally feel the eyes drilling into me. What I did want was to be back in the meadow, listening to the stream and the birds and staring up at the sky through the trees. I wanted to be in my safe place.

It was at that moment that Justin caught up with me, stopping just to the left of my shoulder and staring wide-eyed at Adam and then at Adam’s hand on my elbow. “Lana there you are!” Justin said, “What happened?” He continued to stare, and neither Adam nor I responded. “We’ve got class!” He prompted as he looped his arm in mine and pulled me away from Adam’s grasp. For the second time since I’d met him a few hours earlier, I looked back to see Adam standing where I’d left him, staring after me, with a look of pure confusion on his face.

Justin and I ran towards the Maths Department. Maths was one of my favourite classes, but that’s only because it was one of the few classes that I shared with Justin. And right now, I need my best friend, Justin! I don’t think I would have made it through class knowing that everyone would be staring and talking about me. For as long as I could remember, I was fine with being in the background and never being the centre of attention. We were just about to enter our classroom when we saw Lydia and Marie walking down the hall, whispering, of course! The closer they got, the more of their conversation we could hear. And surprise, surprise! They were talking about yours truly! They looked up at me and then towards each other and giggled loudly. I decided I was going to ignore everyone and get on with class; they were probably just jealous that they weren’t in the same classes as Adam or that he was being friendly with me and not them.

In class Mr Pattinson was rambling on about algebra or something like that. I tried to pay attention to him but with Justin there, I just wanted to talk to him like we usually did in class. I could feel everybody’s eyes on me, watching and waiting for something to happen. I grabbed a scrap piece of paper and scribbled a note to Justin in my sloppy handwriting.

Why is everyone acting like this is such a big deal? Just because he talked to me?! What’s so great ‘bout that?!

I quickly handed the note to Justin and watched him read it out of the corner of my eye. He picked up his pen and scribbled something and handed it back.

Maybe it’s because he is the new hot guy, and they want to know why he’s talking to you instead of fawning over them. I don’t know! Like you said, you were just talking, no big deal. It’ll blow over soon, don’t worry about it.

Justin was right. Well really, I was right. This is what I’d been saying all morning. It was nothing. No big deal. It’d all blow over by the end of the day.

The rest of the day went by quickly. I spent the lunch hour sitting in the sun on the field with Justin and Tegan as we watched Dillon and Felix play-wrestle not far from us. The heat from the sun felt good against my back, but I was regretting my wardrobe choices this morning; I was also kicking myself for not grabbing my sunglasses. After lunch I had Classics and I finished up my day with a study period. I sat through Classics feigning attention. I had long since mastered the ability to look like I was engaged and paying attention, when in reality I was completely zoned out. I paid no attention to the whispers, comments or looks that came my way and I didn’t notice if Adam was in any more of my classes. I didn’t even care at this point. If I wanted things to blow over then I had to stop feeding into the drama of it all, I had to stop waiting for him to show up and make things awkward again.

Independent Study was probably my favourite ‘class’ and it wasn’t even really a class. Pretty much we went to a classroom and sat in silence for about an hour because we were supposed to be ‘studying’ or catching up on homework. Usually, I spent the hour listening to music, writing in my journal or writing letters to my friends, but today I needed to actually get some study done. I settled into my usual seat at the back of the class and immediately switched playlists. I needed less ‘emo’ and more ‘calm.’ I needed to focus on my History essay. I quickly glanced around the room. One half of the mean-girls were here, Marie sitting 3 desks to the right, 2 rows ahead. She was far more tolerable with Lydia, but still had a bit of a mean streak. I got stuck into the essay – some days these things flowed out of me, today was one of those days.

I don’t know how long it took, but soon the essay had been forgotten and I was staring out the window daydreaming when something caught my attention out of the corner of my eye. I’d seen something white fluttering by. I glanced around the room but couldn’t figure out what had caught my attention. I picked up my pen again and re-read the last sentence I’d written when I noticed a small white folded piece of paper sitting on my desk. I glanced around the room again, with a look of confusion on my face, hoping to figure out where this piece of paper had come from. This time I noticed a familiar figure sitting a few desks away. It was none other than Adam. Why hadn’t I noticed him before now? Or had he only just turned up? I gently unfold the piece of paper before me.

Is it just me or is everyone here really nosey? They just keep staring at me as if I have a tattoo on my face! What other classes did you have today? Well, I hope you write back. It’ll give me something to do because it is quite boring having no study to do in independent study. - Adam

As I read the note, I could feel him watching me and laughing at my facial expressions. I looked up and he was looking at me then looked at the paper, waiting for me to reply. I picked up my pen and started to write: Yes people here are nosey, but you’re the new kid so it happens. I’m sure you heard the whispers at the cafeteria. You and I are the talk of the school. It’ll blow over, I don’t care what people think anyway. As for now I’m going back to my music! Enjoy the rest of your study time.

I finished writing and added a little smiley face at the bottom with its tongue poking out. I folded up the note and tossed it across the table to him then turned up my music and smiled to myself. Leaning back into my chair I let my music take me away. I closed my eyes and it felt like I was in my little meadow again lying in the grass.

[pinejayy]

Bad Guy ( Dr. Robotnik x Reader )

Anonymous asked: Hello! I just saw your One Shot about Robotnik and it was SO GOOD! I wonder if you could write a scenario where Robotnik kidnap (reader) to draw Sonic and Tom in a trap? But as the time passed by, they somehow Start to like each other? Maybe they realize it when they do a stupid thing like the dance from Robotnik? XD Thank you for reading!

Author's note: I'm glad you liked it! I hope you like this sorry if it sucks sobs.

Life was crazy at the moment your Best friend Tom and this Blue Alien?? Hedgehog?? Got into some trouble. You see there was a huge power outage and everyone was freaking out. And the government decided to send in this Government Wackjob. How did you know all this well let's find out.

You were walking around the small place of Green Hills, it was currently night time and you just wanted some fresh air. Until you got a phone call. It was an unknown number, you sighed and picked up. "Hello?" You said.

"Y/N! OH THANK GOD YOU ANSWERED."

You gasped, it was Tom. Looking around making sure no one was around you. You held your phone and walked somewhere more private.

"Why are you all over the news Tom!" You whispered yelled. "Where are you!"

"Look I don't have that much time to tell. But this Alien Hedgehog thing caused the power outage and the government is after it! But you have to promise not to say anything okay! Please don't say anything to anyone."

You sighed. "Okay Tom, but what are you saying this about this Blue Ali-" You were cut off since someone placed a gloved hand over your mouth. You tried to screaming but couldn't. The person held you close to their body. Snatching your phone away from you.

"Hello there Mr. Wachowski. I have your friend here. I suggest you turn yourself in and turn in that creature you have. Unless you don't want your little friend getting hurt. You have until tomorrow." Then with that the stranger hanged up the phone. Dropping the phone and stepping on it. "We don't want anyone tracking you down sweetheart."

You struggled but he had a strong firm grip on you. You then elbowed him on the stomach. He quickly let go of you. You turned around, fucking asshole ruined your phone.

Looking at him, he was dressed in Black with a strange looking mustache. He looked like that typical men in black. He just held onto his stomach. Trying to catch his breath. You just back away, about to run off until you bumped into someone else.

"Agent Stone grab her."

You began to freak out once again. And this Stone guy quickly grabbed you holding on to you. You struggle. As you you saw the other guy walk towards you. He has a Needle in his hand. He walked towards you.

"SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME."

The Agent who held you placed a hand over your mouth.

"Little brat, you dare hit me." The guy with the mustache said. He then grabbed your head and tilting it to the side. Expsoing your neck he quickly injected you with the Needle. You began getting tried all of the sudden.

"Agent Stone make sure to take her with us. She might be useful in something."

The last thing you herad before your body got limp.

You soon woke up after a few hours, you were on the cold floor. Groaning in pain, your head was dizzy. You looked around and you started to panic again. You didn't know this place! Where were you! You look around your surroundings. You seemed to be the this cage, it had no bars. It just looked like you were in a box, a glass box. It did have holes so you could get air. But you tried remembering what happened. Until you herad the door open of the room, seeing a guy dressed in black walk in. NOW YOU REMEMBER THIS WACKJOB WITH THE MUSTACHE TOOK YOU AWAY! He walked towards your cage.

"Who the hell do you think you are! Let me go!" You began yelling at him, getting up and you walked up to him, he just smirked. Knowing very well you couldn't hurt him or do anything since you were in a cage and he wasn't.

"How rude of me, let me introduce myself. I'm Dr. Ivo Robotnik but you can call me Dr. Robotnik. I work with the government." He said, taking a chair and placing it front of your cell. He took a seat and just smirked at you. "So.. Y/N L/N, did your friend tell you anything?"

You just looked at him, you just sat on the floor with your arms crossed over your chest. "I'm not saying anything to you, you wackjob."

Robotnik just looked you with a smirk, he started to tap his foot on the floor. "If you don't want your friend getting hurt I suggest you start talking missy!"

"Why should I! Tom is my friend! My Best friend, why would I throw a friend under the bus." You hiss at Robotnik. "A friend would never throw a other friend under the bus or leave them behind."

"Hm how interesting, are sure friends never leave one another behind?" He said, chuckling slightly. He stood up and walked closer to the cell, looking down at you. "I don't know I'm pretty sure your friend Tom isn't coming for you."

"You're lying! He's my best friend he would come and help me." You said, your voice cracking a bit.

Robotnik just pulled up a small screen device from his coat pocket, showing you that Tom was on his way to San Francisco and not here. You just looked at it, frowning. "You're still lying you asshole! He's coming! He's a friend! How would you even know you probably don't have anyone or A SINGLE FRIEND!" You yelled out, sobbing while at it.

Robotnik looked down at you, he didn't know why but he felt bad, almost awful seeing you cry. He shook his head. Raising an eyebrow, he just made a face. "You're right I have no friends or anyone since my mother and father decided to give me up when I was born. But who needs them anyways. They tend to let you down just like how Tom did to you."

Robotnik then clicked on a button from his glove and your cell door opened. He walked in the cell, you didn't seem to notice and he just grabbed you picking you up. You started to struggle.

"if you keep on struggling I won't hesitate to bring out that needle from last time, you wouldn't want that right?"

You just huffed, he forcefully sat you down on the chair. "Now be a good little girl and stay put there we are about to have fun." He said with a smirk.

You couldn't help but blush and make a face. He turned around and he was looking at a screen, you looked and saw Tom's car. You just gasped.

He turned around and smirked. You didn't want to anything what's going to happen. But the damn Doctor forced you to look, he would grab your face and make you look at the screen even though you were crying. You had to witness robots being sent to Tom, thankfully whatever was thrown at them was unsuccessfully. You smiled and he just let go of your face.

"Wow they are survivors." Agent Stone said.

Robotnik made a face and looked at you. "I will be back with you in a minute." He said. "And you, we could we have a moment." He said to Stone. And they walked off to the side.

You sighed and zoned out, you ran your hands over your face. You couldn't believe that Robotnik was right, that Tom wasn't coming for you. It really did hurt you, tearing up. You frown, feeling bad for what you said to the Doctor about not having anyone. And his response was really heartbreaking. Everyone deserves a friend right?

Just lay your head on the table, maybe this guy wasn't so bad. Maybe he just needed some kind of friendship. You thought to yourself. Then feeling a hand on your shoulder you jumped and turned around and to see Robotnik.

"Hm I can see you're not crying." He said.

"Why should I huh? You were right he isn't coming for me. I guess helping out an Alien or Hedgehog whatever he said it was is more important." You said. You know you sounded selfish, but come on.

Robotnik wanted to make a sassy and rude comment but he couldn't he didn't know why, was he being all soft? What no way! He just looked at you rolling his eyes. He then put a water bottle and a single apple on the table. "Here. You need some food and water in your system." And with that he was about to walk away.

You spoke up. "Thank you" you said. All you got was a small "Hmm." You look at the water bottle and apple. "And I'm sorry for saying those things about you..of having no friends. I'm sure you're an amazing guy it's just that most people suck." You said.

Robotnik just looked at you, he grinned and walked off.

After a few hours, you ate your Apple and drink your water. You laid your head on the table taking a small nap. You were shooting woken up to music. You tried to ingore it but you just couldn't. As you listened it was one of your favorite songs!! Where Evil Grows!

As you listened, you picked up your head and looked around. Until Robotnik caught your eye, he was dancing to this song. You giggle to yourself, it was cute actually. And you were pretty impressived that The Doctor had great moves. You just kept on staring at him. Until he noticed you looking at him he stopped the music and screamed.

You jumped and quickly looking away. Blushing. Crap crap. "I'm sorry!! I just love that song! And I just got distracted with your dancing." You said quickly.

He just walked up to you. "You actually like my dance moves."

You just nodded, and slowly looking up to him. You just stood up. "Yeah... I've never seen them before. They are unique." You say and look down.

Robotnik couldn't help but smile, he looked at you. Maybe she wasn't so bad he thought to himself. He couldn't help but admire you. "I never knew you were into great music and dance moves." He said, placing a hand on your chin and lifting your head up so you could look at him. "No one has ever complimented me and my dance moves. Everyone just calls me a wack job." He whispered.

"I'm so sorry for saying that, I really am." You whisper. You just placed a hand on his cheek and smile softly. Looking at him, yeah wasn't so bad he's just a lonely guy who needs someone.

You two just stood there, saying nothing. Until you guys looked at each other. You both in started to lean in, your lips got closer. Until you were interrupted.

"Sir! The quill is done!" Agent Stone said. Robotnik turned his head at him giving him 'Don't you see I'm busy here' look. Stone got the message and quickly got out of there. Leaving you two alone. He sighed.

You just smile, then crashing your lips against his. It caught him off surprise. He just stood there until he wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed back. You wrapped your arms around his neck bringing him closer to you. You soon after pulled away for air.

He buried his face into your neck. You giggle slightly. Because his mustache tickled against your skin.

"Something about you catches my interest. So I very appreciate that if we could give us a chance." He said.

You smile and nodded your head. "Yes!" You whisper at him.

He looked at you and gave you a kiss. You giggle between the kiss and he pulled away. "What's so funny?" He said rasing an eyebrow.

"Your mustache tickles." You say.

He smirked and grabbed your hand and placed a small kiss on your hand.

"Don't you have an alien to catch Doc?" You say

Robotnik looked at you giving you a smirk. "Yes I do."

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“Good night Josie,” My mother said to my walking into my room, I looked at her with a smile knowing not to freak out. “Have a good sleep, it’s your first day of summer, you’ll need it,” She smiled walking out of my room and closing the door.

I laid back down putting my hands on my head. “Wake up,” I hissed at myself jumping out of my bed and talking around. “Why am I here?” I asked myself looking around my room, my hair was brown, just like it was when I was awake, the last thing I had remembered was sitting on the train with the boys.

Hours passed and I walked around my room, again and again, looking around, knowing this was the longest I had ever stayed in one of my dreams before. “Just tell me why I’m here,” I whispered not wanting to wake anyone up. The sound of thunder rocked the house causing me to jump, I walked to the window looking out, rain poured down and someone was walking towards our house. “Sirius?” I questioned,  looking at Sirius who looked almost dead mentally. I looked down my hands that felt fuzzy. “Bad timing,” I huffed turning around, my eyes flung open and I was laying in my bed, everything smelt nice.

“Hey we’re at the station,” James said standing in front of me. “Good morning,” He chuckled, I rubbed my eyes smiling at him.

“Yeah good morning,” I croaked grabbing James' hand. “I don’t even remember falling asleep,” I chuckled following James out of the empty cart and towards the exit.

“It was between the part where Sirius was going full of himself and Remus and him fighting over who would win in a fight between the both of them,” James chuckled jumping off the train. “Look I see mom and dad,” He said grabbing my hand and helping me off.

“Oh look at your too,” Euphemia said bringing both of us in a hug. “How was your this year, you’ll have to tell me everything,” She chuckled then let us go. 

“Dad,” I smiled looking at my dad who just had a smile on his face, a second later my hands were wrapped around him. “I missed you,” I whispered making him chuckle.

“I’m starving, what's for supper,” James said as I dropped down from my dad, making the three of us chuckle.

“Oh James, you sound just like your dad,” Euphemia huffed turning around and walking towards the exit. “Come on now, home time,” She said making the four of us walk away with smiles on our face.

“This summers gonna be a good summer,” I whispered to James making him smile, remembering what I dreamed about, having a plan set in my head.

~

I sat in my room on the edge of my bed ticking my foot on the floor like a rabbi, waiting and waiting, soon getting impatient and crawling into my bed.

“Good night Josie,” My mom said walking in, I raised my head up to look at her, caught off guard. ““Have a good sleep, it’s your first day of summer, you’ll need it,“ She softly said smiling at then turning around and closing my door.

“Right, okay then,” I muttered jumping out of my bed. “Sirius Black I'm ready for whatever you have planned,” I whispered whipping my closet open, taking out two sweaters, two raincoats and a thermos. “Okay,” I whispered again sitting down on my bed, tossing the two sweaters and everything beside me, waiting and waiting.

Hours passed just like normal, I laid down looking at my roof, replaying my dream in my head, not remembering what triggered everything. Thunder rumble the house causing me to jump up and look at my window. 

I got up grabbing everything in hand and running to my window, squinting my eyes and spotting Sirius walking around with his head in the rain. Knowing everyone was asleep or in their rooms I walked downstairs tossing the leftover soup mom had made for supper in the thermos and walking outside.

“Sirius!” I called out walking towards him. “What are you doing here, miss me already?” I asked looking at the boy whose expression was all over the place.

“I did it,” He yelled out over the rain. “I ran away, I just snapped, what you said to me before we left, I just this was the first place I could think of going,” Sirius yelled, his hand were shaking and his clothes were wet.

“Oh Sirius,” I cried out dropping everything in my hand and running up to him, tossing my arms around his shoulders, his arms wrapped slowly around mine. “It’s okay,” I whispered in his ear as he started slowly sobbing. I dropped down and looked up at him. “Come on, come inside, I had soup for you, I can get you something to eat,” I suggested grabbing the stuff from the ground unsuccessful in my plan.

“That would be really nice,” Sirius said following me inside. “Don’t tell James I'm here yet, not until the morning, if that's okay,” He said as we walked inside. 

“If you say so,” I chirped tossing everything in my hands towards the hall, holding onto the thermos in one hand and grabbing Sirius’ with the other, bringing him upstairs and into my room.

“Nice room,” Sirius whispered looking around. “It’s nice,” He whispered turning to me. I turned my light on, pulling out one of James sweaters and a large pair of pants James has gotten me on accident.

 “Here, it’s the best I can do without waking the house up,” I chuckled tossing Sirius the clothes. “The bathrooms right there, just be quiet,” I whispered pointing to the door on the right side of my room.

“Thank you,” Sirius whispered grabbing the clothes and walking into the bathroom, I sat down on my bed looking around feeling a little embarrassed at my dirty room and the posters that were hung up. “How do I look?” Sirius chuckle walking out, the sweater almost looked like a perfect cropped sweater, showing off his abs.

“Looking good Sirius,” I chuckled standing up. “I can sleep in the guest room tonight,” I suggested standing up and smiling.

“I don’t think I’m going back to bed tonight, my head is spinning, and it’s your room I don’t want to intrude,” Sirius said rubbing the back of his neck. “What does this do?” He asked walking past me and picking up a snowglobe.

“You’ve never seen a snowglobe?” I asked walking past him. “Watch,” I whispered putting my hand on the bottom, the little houses lit up. “Shake it,” I said looking at Sirius’ face then back at the snowglobes.

Sirius’ hand shook up and down, a smile appeared from his frown. “This is so,” Sirius said watching the snowflakes fall down. “I love it,” he whispered looking over at me. “What's it called again?” He asked placing the snowglobe slowly back on the shelf he had gotten it from.

“A snowglobe, they’re pretty cool,” I smiled looking up at Sirius. “I got you some soup,” I mumbled prying my eyes away and walking towards the Thermos laying on my bed. “It’s warm still, I said pacing it towards him.

“Josie,” Sirius said looking at me. “Thank you, I owe you big time, for everything,“ He said opening the Thermos and taking a drink. “This is delicious,” He chuckled looking down inside.

“It’s homemade, my mom made everything,” I yawned looking around my room. Sirius smiled closing the Thermos. 

“You can go to sleep Josie, I can go wake up James, I don’t mind anymore,” He said walking towards me.

“It’s okay,” I yawned again sitting on my bed. “Don’t break anything in my room,” I whispered crawled under my blankets, slowly drifting off to sleep, feeling the bed dip at my feet but the darkness took over.

~

I shot up from my sleep, my hair fell onto my face, brown hair covered my eyes and my feet were still half asleep.

“Are you okay?” Sirius asked jolting me out of my thoughts, almost scaring me but remembering what happened last night. “Is that how you wake up every night?” He asked, I brushed my hair out of my face, looking at Sirius who was sitting on the end of my bed, with a book in hand.

“I’m fine Sirius.” I yawned fixing my hair. “Only when I dream or have a nightmare, I’ve gotten used to it,” I croaked looking around. Hearing my mom walk around.

“James knows I’m here, I went and saw him this morning,” Sirius said closing the book. “I hope you don’t mind, I was looking at your collection, this one caught my eye,” He chuckled showing me the cover.

“Oh didn’t catch you for the pirates and romance type,” I chuckled looking around, I bend down grabbed my sweater that hung on the side of my bed and tossing it on. “My parents know you’re here too,” I said crawling out of my bed, hearing my mother's thoughts. “She likes you,” I giggled walking to the door, Siris followed me down, trailing behind.

“Sirius dear, are you okay,” My mom said grabbing Sirius and pulling him into a hug. “James told me about what happened,” She said making my face turn red and feeling embarrassed.

“I’m okay Mrs.Potter, I’ll just be here only for a couple days until I find somewhere to go, I’m sure my aunt would take me in,” Sirius said rubbing the back of his neck as my mom let him go.

“No sense son,” Dad said walking into the room with plates in hand, I walked over grabbing a boiled egg off a shoving it in my mouth, getting a look from my mom. “You stay here for as long as you want, I’m sure berry won't mind preparing a guest room for you,” Fleamont said placing the plates on the table. “Our house is your house now, better for you in my opinion,” He said getting a look from James and me now.

“It’s okay,” Sirius chuckled looking at James and me. “It was bound to happen one day, my mom just snapped the line and I ran, thank you for letting me stay Mr. and Mrs. Potter,” Sirius thanked smiling.

“Sit down dears, I’ve gotten a lot planned for this summer, Berrys setting up your room right now, you’ll love it here,” Euphemia said pulling out all the chairs, I smiled at Sirius and sitting down between him and James.

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The Upcoming Tides (1)

this is a prequel to this story 

Chapter Warnings :language , smutty talk mentions of underage drinking 

A/N: let me know if you'd like to be added to the tag list , please do not plagiarize my work. Stay safe and feedback is apricated , Thanks - Meg

October 25th 1984

"Y/n , Y/n , Y/n wake up I've called for you three times" I rolled over before seeing my stepmother Jill who had my six and a half month old brother Peter on her hip , I sat up before saying "what time is it". Jill responded saying "Matthew already left so now I have to drive you , let's go" she walked out of my bedroom before slamming the door to my bedroom , now I know what your thinking what a shitty way to wake up in the morning but this wasn't uncommon for me. Before my dad married Jill life was a lot more different , my mom Emily was the absolute perfect mother , made everyday and every holiday special that was until she got sick. When I was eight my mom passed away which sent me practically spiraling , I didn't talk to anyone , I stayed in my room and just wanted to be alone until more recently in the past couple of year when I was slowly starting to break out of my shell. When It was just my dad and my brother Matt and I everything was different without mom but we had each other until my dad brought a friend of my mothers over for dinner and told Matt and I they were going to get married , Jill my stepmother had known since I was a little girl. I never really liked her but she was okay , she worked with my mother and would babysit us from time to time but that was all now she was my stepmother who treated me more like cinderella , I did most of the cleaning , I was practically raising Peter who was my father and hers son they had a year after being married and I was exhausted. I was up with Peter in the night , I had school and didn't go to bed till late meaning I was getting maybe three or four hours of sleep. I was tying my shoes when Jill walked into my bedroom , she spoke saying "Y/n lets go now please" I responded saying "I'm ready now Jill" she shook her head saying "what have we talked about you can't call me that it'll confuse your brother". I spoke again saying "I'm ready now mom" she nodded saying "good let's go" I hated when she did that , make me call her mom that isn't fair I have a mom and if she was here she wouldn't stand for this. Jill pulled up in front of the school before she spoke saying "come home strait away I need you to watch Peter this afternoon I'm busy" I rolled my eyes not being shocked before mumbling something under my breath. Jill of course caught me since she spoke saying "what was that" I shook my head as she added "Y/n what was that you said" I looked at the clock above the radio before saying "I uh I have to go or I'll be late and I have a biology test" she huffed before I got out of the car.

I walked into the school and quickly speed to my locker before bumping into someone and knocking whatever was in their hands , I spoke saying "I'm sorry I wasn't looking-" I cut myself off once I saw who exactly I ran into. Steve Harrington , most girls would've have just loved this and would've jumped up and down and squealed like a pig in mud but I was not like most girls. I hated Steve Harrington , a long time ago before my brain fully developed  I had a major crush on him up until I went to a party and woke up the next morning with a splitting headache and a passed out Steve next to me. I quickly dropped his books I was handing back to him before walking to my locker , after grabbing what I needed I finally made it to my first class. I walked in to Mr. Andrews History class to be greeted by the sight of my brother Matthew or Matt and his girlfriend of almost five years seated on his lap. I knew he and Colleen were affectionate (I sadly had walked in on that a couple times) but this was almost embarrassing , I shrugged that off and took my seat before Mr. Andrews walked in saying "Ms. Thomas could you find a seat other then on Mr. Paterson" everyone in the class chuckled except me since I didn't think that was funny before he started the lesson.

My lunch tray had just been filled with what appeared to be mixed vegetables , mash potato's and what they were trying to pass as meatloaf when I walked over and took a seat with my friends as well as bandmates. Yes you heard me I'm in a band , I play drums and sometimes sing backup it was what was getting me through high school and losing my mom and the only thing that was really helping besides art. I took the seat across from our guitarist Ross who was your typical bad boy from the wrong side of the tracks he was seated next to Francine or Franny who  was our lead singer and Ross's on again off again girlfriend. Oh and of course next to me was our keyboard player Brenda Sinclair who also wrote songs from time to time but never let any of us see or hear them since she was so shy. Ross spoke saying "Fran I'm not telling you again I'm not wearing a costume to Tina's party I'll look like an ass" she frowned saying "come on Ross it's Halloween and besides Nancy Wheller in my biology was talking and her and her boyfriend are dressing up , please Ross". He shook his head saying "no way and besides who cares I mean isn't she with the freaks sister" Brenda spoke saying "knock it off Ross he isn't a freak and besides she's with Steve Harrington" I gaged at the mention n of her name before Franny turned to me and spoke saying. "are you going Y/n" I shrugged as she added "you all are so lame come on Halloween of are senior year lets do something fun". Ross spoke again saying "we can do what we did last year" Franny rolled her eyes saying "if you mean getting drunk and going cow tipping then you can go alone" he nodded saying "sounds like fun Brenda you gonna join me" she shook her head saying. "Can't have to stay and watch my sister and wait up for my brother" Ross sighed before saying "Y/n my favorite drummer in the whole wide world" I shook my head as he scoffed saying "you know what you all suck" he got no response before a voice spoke up "Y/n" I looked up to see my brother's girlfriend Colleen standing there . She then added "can we sit with you guys or-" she was cut off by Ross saying "sorry no ex cheerleader allowed" that was low , even for Ross she then nodded before walking away from the table "what in the hell is wrong with you" Brenda said before Ross chuckled and looked at me saying. "What is wrong with you Colleen Thomas seriously you think little miss prim and proper thinks she can belong with us cause she's screwing your brother" I rolled my eyes before Brenda said. "You just think your so great don't you" he nodded saying "I'm the greatest thing that's happened besides that chick kicking Harrington's ass a couple years back" Brenda scoffed before he added "what you don't agree". I huffed saying "first jackass she broke his nose and second that was really shitty what you did to Colleen". Ross responded saying "oh whatever are you gonna do that Paterson thing and storm off or-" Ross was cut off by another voice "hey guys so what's going on" I looked up to see Jeffrey he took the seat next to Brenda before saying "so I got us a gig" we all nodded before he said "so Tina's idiot brother spilt a beer on the speakers so she's looking for a band and I may or may not have told her that the Pinheads are available that night and we have a gig she's paying us two hundred dollars so between the five of us that's forty each". We nodded again before he added "oh and we have to wear costumes" Ross of course rolled his eyes before Nathan continued to tell us about our upcoming gig.

I grabbed the final books I needed before walking out into the parking lot to see Jill's car , I got into the passenger seat before she spoke saying, "I need you to sit in the back" I rolled my yes saying "why" Jill responded saying "Peter fussed the whole time and I don't feel like running my errands with a fussy baby now get in the back". I rolled my eyes before picking up my backpack and sitting in the back seat , I hadn't sat in the back seat since I was ten and now I had to sit because of Peter. I loved Peter don't get me wrong but after the day I had I didn't want to sit in the back seat , I buckled my seatbelt before looking over to see Peter was fast asleep. Jill chuckled to herself before pulling out of the school , on the drive to who knows were I pulled out my Walkman before sliding a tape into it.

When we got to the register at the grocery store and the cashier began to scan the groceries Peter dropped his pacifier and began to fuss , thankfully I caught it before it could hit the germ infested ground and gave it back to him before he calmed himself down. The cashier spoke saying "adorable baby" Jill nodded since anytime someone had something nice to say about peter she agreed but when it came to Matt and I she completely disagreed and had something bad to say. The cashier spoke to Jill again saying "oh so are you grandma" Jill's face dropped before she spoke saying "I beg your pardon" the cashier then added "oh I just saw a young girl with a baby so I assumed-" Jill interrupted the women saying "no we aren't that charity case family trust me , we sadly live across from them , what a tragedy" I shook my head saying "mom really that's Matt's friend-" she cut me off saying "oh please you mean his side peice". I sighed before saying "mom can we just go your being really embarrassing" she shook her head before looking at the cashier saying "sorry about her it's probably her time of the month" my jaw feel before Jill paid for the groceries and we left.

We were sitting at the dinning room table my dad spoke saying "how was practice Mathew" he nodded saying "good we got a game Saturday" dad nodded before saying "how about you Y/n make anyone cry" I rolled my eyes before saying "fine". He nodded again before adding "how are your grades" I responded saying "their good dad" he sighed saying "good grades don't get you in to college great grades get you in , Matt's lucky cause he'll get an athletic scholarship but you need to focus on those grades do you understand". I nodded before Jill spoke saying "well you'll never guess what I heard today" Dad nodded to seem interested in whatever she was saying she then spoke again saying "I heard that the Buckley's are getting a divorce". Dad gasped saying "no kidding" I sighed before she added " I bet she's leaving him , I know I would" I shook my head before she spoke again saying "I'm sorry do you have a problem with that Y/n" I shook my head before saying. "Yeah I got a problem that's none of your damn business" she scoffed saying "young lady you won't talk to me like that , I am your mother". I shook my head saying "no you aren't my mother is Emily Paterson and your will never come close to her" I yelled , I had never yelled at Jill. Sure I've dreamed of it but I never really did it and it appeared Peter didn't like my yelling cause he began to fuss , Jill stood up and picked him up before walking out of the dinning room before my father spoke saying "Mathew get a head start on that homework , Y/n young lady you'll do these dishes" I sighed before beginning to take the dishes off the table.

I had just finished the dishes when I saw Jill standing in the doorway of the living room , she spoke saying. "Y/n your father want to talk to you" I nodded before following Jill in the family , Jill took a seat on the couch next to my father , he looked angry almost disappointed. I took a seat in the chair across before seeing there was an object on the table , it was a red flask. Dad finally spoke saying "Y/n is there something you'd like to tell me , maybe about were this came from". He then gestured to the flask , I shook my head before Jill spoke saying "Y/n honey I found this in your laundry hamper honey you can tell us , did somebody sleep over last night" I shook my head before she added "Y/n Matthew already told us he bumped into somebody coming downstairs , you don't need to be embarrassed okay your at an age where your going to start being interested in those things but you need to be carful". What in the actual hell was she talking about , I didn't have anyone over last night , dad spoke up saying "tell her what else you found Jill" Jill frowned before putting another object on the coffee table , I knew by the foiled wrapper exactly what it was. dad frowned before saying "your grounded for a month , I won't tolerate this in my house and your will start helping your mother with Peter" I sighed before saying "dad I-" he cut me off saying "your too young to drink and your too young to be doing any of that , doesn't that girl down the street scare you she's got a baby there is no way she'll have a future and I don't want that to be you". I scoffed saying "Matt has Colleen over all the time" dad shook his head saying "well that's different , now I want you to apologize to your mother and go upstairs do you understand" I huffed saying "no I'm not apologizing to her , she went through my stuff and she treats me like I'm a maid or her nanny I'm not doing it" I went upstairs before hearing my dad call for me a couple of times , I continued to walk upstairs and ignore his calls before beginning to knock on Matt's door. A moment later the door opened and before he could say anything I spoke saying "what the hell is wrong with you , you told dad so guy came out of my room this morning seriously" Matt shook his head saying "no I didn't okay dad asked me if I've ever seen some guy leaving here and I was honest and I told him the truth" I rolled my eyes saying "did you tell him it happened two years ago when he and Jill were on their honeymoon". Matt sighed saying "no I didn't actually cause he didn't ask" I rolled my eyes saying "well now I'm grounded for a month" he responded saying "well that's what happens when you sleep around I guess-" he cut himself off by saying "Y/n I didn't mean that I " I walked away before entering my bedroom and shutting the door.

I was seated on my bed looking through the box I kept under my bed , it was filled with pictures of my mom , Matt and I , some of just her and few other things one of them being a locket I had remembered her wearing when I was kid. For some reason something came over me and I felt the need to try it on , to wear it and maybe just maybe wearing it would make me feel something , realize something. I pushed my hair aside before putting the necklace around my neck and fixed the clasp on it before putting my hair back and began to feel like it was that cold winter night when I was six years old again. It felt like my mom was their , watching over me but if she was then why was she then why would she let this happen , I felt like cinderella but at the end of her story she got a prince and their no way that'll happen any time soon right ?

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[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Beautiful Loser

Summary: The Winchesters retired from hunting years ago after wiping the last traces of supernatural creatures from the planet. They’ve settled down, found homes and jobs, and Dean and the reader have created a family of their own. It’s not until they decide to take the family on a camping trip and their kids start to mention some strange things to them, that Dean and the reader start to wonder if the supernatural has found a way back into their lives…

Square: Family

Pairing: Daddy!Dean x reader (with Jason - 16, Lydia - 15 & Scarlett (Scar) - 6)

Word Count: 9,900ish

Warnings: language, angst, fluff, demons

A/N: Written for @spndeanbingo

���Hey,” you said from the kitchen counter, giving Dean and Jason a smile as they walked in around ten. “How’d the game go?”

“We won,” said Jason with a yawn, scratching his stomach as he went to the fridge and pulled out a piece of leftover pizza, chowing down on it as Dean stared at him. “What?”

“We literally just went through a drive through ten minutes ago. Also, wash your hands,” said Dean, Jason holding his up as he went to the sink, scrubbing them up and going back to his pizza. “I swear half the grocery bill goes straight to your stomach.”

“He is a teenage boy, Dean,” you said, sipping on your glass of wine with a tired smile. “You and Sam were once them...you know how it is.”

Dean hummed, giving you a look that he was glad you caught yourself. You knew when Dean was Jason’s age, food was still a valuable resource and there wasn’t always enough for him and Sam. Well, Dean always made sure Sam was taken care of at least.

“How’d Lydia’s game go?” asked Dean. You shook your head, Dean groaning. “Really?”

“Lost by one. Other team scored right before the buzzer. Lydia thought for sure they’d win and move on to playoffs,” you said.

“That sucks,” said Jason.

“She’s pretty upset about it,” you said.

“Well she is the goalie,” said Jason.

“I think what mom’s saying is maybe after you get washed up, go check on your sister bud,” said Dean.

“She’s that upset?” he asked, Dean and you both seeing all the little alarms in him go off you’d seen a million times in Dean. “I’m gonna need ice cream for this.”

“It’s in the freezer,” you said with a smile, Jason grabbing his gym bag and ice cream and heading for the stairs. “He gets that from you.”

“The overprotectiveness? I’ve noticed,” said Dean with a chuckle. “Lyd’s that bad?”

“Nah. I talked to her, told her about a game I lost in high school, said the same thing happened. She perked up, knows it’s not the end of the world,” you said.

“You didn’t play sports in high school,” said Dean.

“They don’t know that, Mr. I was the quarterback,” you teased, Dean narrowing his eyes. “Number 12, second string.”

“Someone passed the test,” he teased back, going to the liquor cabinet and grabbing some whiskey, pouring it into the empty wine glass you had out. He cheered his glass against yours and took a swig. “How’d work go?”

“Good. You?” you asked.

“Mhm,” he hummed.

“You hate being a paralegal, don’t you,” you said. Dean shrugged, chugging down his glass.

“I hate having to wear a suit everyday. I liked the garage much better,” he said.

“Then find another garage to work at,” you said.

“Yeah but Sammy’s firm pays good and they only make me work 40 hours and they’re super flexible with letting me leave and come back for the kids stuff,” he said. “This being a real adult thing sucks sometimes.”

“Tell me about it,” you said. You both sighed and poured yourself refills, trading your glasses with one another and taking long sips. “Scarlett didn’t want to go to sleep in her room tonight. She thinks there’s a monster in her closet.”

“I can 100% guarantee there isn’t,” said Dean with a chuckle. “Since we got rid of them all and everything. Did you get her to sleep?”

“Yeah. Eventually. Lydia said something last week about a weird noise in her room. I checked and didn’t find anything,” you said.

“No EMF?” asked Dean.

“Nothing. No signs of sulfur. No sign of anything,” you said. “I figured it was just the wind. The house creaks when it’s windy like that.”

“Yeah,” said Dean, grabbing your hand on the counter, running his thumb over the back of it. “Think we’ll ever stop being scared of it coming back?”

“No. I try to think of it as a healthy paranoia. It’s like when we let the kids go out driving by themselves for the first time or first days of school or first dates,” you said.

“Plus we got Scar to grow up all over again,” said Dean, resting his head on your shoulder. “We should go on vacation.”

“Kid’s are out of school in two weeks,” you said. “I can take off time whenever so it’s not an issue. Where do you want to go?”

“Camping?” asked Dean. “Take the kids, go hiking, exploring, normal stuff.”

“Remember our last camping trip,” you said, Dean laughing. “Freaking Wendigo ruined my favorite jacket ever. I was so pissed.”

“You were. You ranted about it the whole way home,” said Dean. “Whatever happened to that thing?”

“I think I left it at the bunker. Always meant to fix it but never did,” you said with a yawn. “Want to head up to bed?”

“I haven’t seen you since breakfast,” he whined.

“I said let’s go to bed, not to sleep,” you said, polishing off the rest of his drink, giving him a wink.

“This is how we ended up with Scarlett if you recall,” he teased.

“If you don’t think you can handle this, Winchester-”

“Oh, I’ll handle it alright,” he said with a smirk. “I’ll handle all of it.”

Two Weeks Later

“Guys, for the last time, your phones will not work out in the woods,” said Dean, leaning against the door to the SUV. Dean absolutely hated it but the thought of getting in a car accident with his three kids in a car built in the sixties terrified him even more. “Leave your phones at the car.”

“Fine,” said Lydia, shoving hers in the backseat, Jason following after. You watched Scarlett walk out of the bathroom area at the state park, walking over with a little smile, Dean giving you a smirk as she’d gotten more independent lately.

“Everyone gone to the bathroom?” asked Dean. He got a bunch of nods. “Backpacks? Boots tied tight?”

“Dad,” said Jason, rolling his eyes. “We’re good.”

“Alright,” said Dean, grabbing the bag from the backseat you knew the kids were going to spend the next hour grumbling about. Dean pulled out a few black strips and walked to each one of them, grabbing their wrists and sliding the bracelets on, the older two already complaining as you pulled one on for you and Scarlett. “It’s got GPS in it in case anyone gets lost. I got the tracker in my bag so-”

“Dad. It’s a state park. We’re not going to get lost,” said Lydia.

“And if your six year old little sister wandered off, you wouldn’t want to know where she went?” asked Dean. Lydia sighed, holding up her hands in defeat. “Jason, why don’t you take the lead?”

“Me?” he said, pointing to himself.

“Yeah,” said Dean with a smile.

“I thought that was always my job,” said Sam from around the side of the car, all three kids turning around with big smiles. “You guys didn’t think you were going camping without Uncle Sam did you?”

“Sammy,” said Dean, tossing one of the bracelets to Sam, Sam cocking his head before he slipped it on. Dean locked up the car and looked to Jason and then Sam. “Well somebody get walking. We aren’t camping in the parking lot after all.”

“Come on dude,” said Sam, nudging Jason’s shoulder as they started to walk into the woods.

“Scar, what’s the rule for you again?” you asked, Lydia walking next to her sister a few feet in front of you and Dean.

“Always be with somebody and no running off by myself,” she said.

“That’s right. Lyd?” asked Dean, Lydia glancing back over her shoulder with a smile.

“I’ll keep an eye on her for now, dad. Don’t worry.”

After a few hours of walking, you found a great spot to set up, Lydia and Jason setting up their tent, laughing as Scarlett kept trying to crawl inside before it was finished. Sam had his up like that, you and Dean taking a little longer, giving Sam a look to slow things down.

“Sorry. Sort of hard to turn it off sometimes. Even after all these years,” said Sam, opening up a cooler for some cold water.

“Trust us. We know,” you said, sitting down on the green cooler, Dean taking a seat on the other side, Sam chuckling as the kids finally figured out how to get the tent up. “Two of you are honor roll students. Don’t let us old folks beat you.”

“I’m on honor roll!” said Scarlett, your dad laughing.

“You graduated from Kindergarten. You’re not quiet at that stage in the game yet, Scar,” he said, walking over to help them secure the pins in the ground. “Alright. How about a little water and lunch break and then we can go exploring? There’s a lake not too far we can check out.”

“Mm, thank you, Scar,” said Dean, sitting on the shore of the lake in his swim trunks, one arm wrapped around Scarlett as they sat in the shallow water, only up to her waist. Scarlett popped another grape from her bag into Dean’s mouth, Dean laughing around it as she kept filling him up.

“Hey old man!” you heard Sam shout, Jason and Lydia laughing as they swam a bit further out with their uncle. “Yeah, you, grandpa!”

“Okay, honey,” you said, taking Scarlett off Dean’s lap and settling her on your own. “Daddy has to go tackle Uncle Sam now.”

Dean was off and out there in a matter of seconds, wrapping his arms around Sam and tackling him into the water, both men popping up from the water after a moment full of laughs. You smiled as you watched them play in the water, Scarlett content to sit still after the long walk. You traced your finger along the scar on her back, Scarlett giggling as you did so.

“Did we ever tell you we named you Scarlett because of this scar on your back?” you asked. She turned her head around and shook it, staring up with big green eyes. “You were a very sick baby when you were born. You had to have surgery right away. It all went okay but they told us you’d have this scar on your back and it’d get tinier as you got older.”

“Cool,” she said.

“You are your father’s daughter,” you said, kissing the top of her head as she polished off the rest of her grapes.

“I thought the scar was from the monster in the closet,” she said.

“Monsters aren’t real, Scar,” you said.

“The monster in the closet said he gave it to me,” she said. You tensed up, immediately trying to force your body to relax.

“Well that’s not true at all. You were sick and had to have surgery, like when Jason broke his arm a few years ago,” you said.

“The monster said he made me sick,” she said. You swallowed hard, resting your chin on top of her head as she started to play in the water a little, still wrapped in your arms.

“Dean,” you said, both his and Sam’s heads whipping your direction. They both got out, the kids oblivious to the tone in it. “Guys, let’s dry off before it starts to get dark out. We got a campfire and smores to make after all.”

“She said that?” said Dean quietly while the kids took turns with smores, Jason holding Scar in his lap. “She said the monster made her sick.”

“Isn’t that what the demon from when you were a kid did to you?” asked Sam quietly. You nodded, holding your arms around yourself. “She’s a kid, she’s just-”

“We never found it. What if it’s back? It never made any sense. I had two perfectly healthy pregnancies and so was Scarlett’s until right after she was born. I was the the third kid in my family, Sam. I have a scar on my back that I don’t know where it came from. I was six when he took me and killed my family,” you said, squeezing your eyes. “No. No. This isn’t-”

“Shh,” said Dean, placing both his hands on your face, taking a deep breath. “Calm down, Y/N. It’s okay. We destroyed everything supernatural on the planet.”

“Yes. On the planet. What if hell wasn’t part of that equation?” you said. “Just because we haven’t heard of any demon activity doesn’t mean one didn’t figure out how to come back. Of course it’d go after the hunters that shut everything down.”

“...Do you really think-“ said Sam, cutting himself off. “Jason mentioned when we were swimming...he asked if he was too old to be scared of the dark.”

“Jason was never that scared of the dark,” said Dean, rubbing his hands against his head. “He’s had his nightstand lamp on every night for the past month. I thought he was just tired and forgot to turn it off.”

“Guys. We gotta calm down. If this was a normal case, how would we work it?” you asked.

“We are not working a damn case,” said Dean, glaring at you and Sam. “These are completely rational things we’re blowing way out of proportion. She’s six. She has an active imagination. Lydia heard a weird sound because it was the wind and Jason probably watched a horror movie and got spooked. It’s all completely normal. We are normal. We made a deal that we would never bring kids into this life and we didn’t.”

He spun around, Jason and Lydia staring at him, Dean closing his eyes, realizing he’d started to raise his voice.

“Dad-”

“Sam, please take Scar in your tent tonight,” said Dean. Sam nodded, Jason handing her off as Sam grabbed her bag and shuffled the two of them away. Lydia looked to Jason, nudging him with her foot. “You two change into your pajamas and then come to our tent.”

Dean took your hand and guided the two of you inside your own tent, Dean practically shaking by the time you were inside.

“We don’t have to tell them,” you whispered. “We don’t.”

“But what if I want them to be normal so bad it puts them in danger? All of us in danger?” said Dean, closing his eyes. “I can rationalize it both ways.”

“If this were a case, we’d interview the witnesses. Jason and Lydia are old enough that we’ll get straight answers from them so let’s start with that before we tell them about our old lives. Agreed?” you asked. Dean nodded and seemed to relax a little. After a few minutes you heard the zipper of your tent be pulled down, Lydia crawling in, Jason not far behind. The both sat close to each other, both staring at you and then Dean.

��We’re going to ask you some questions and they’re going to sound strange but just go with it, okay?” you asked. They both nodded and you took a breath. “Recently, have either of you smelled sulfur? At home, school, a friends?”

“What?” asked Jason.

“Just answer the question for mom, Jason. Please,” said Dean.

“No,” he said. Lydia shook her head, Dean relaxing even more. “What’s-”

“Have any of your friends been acting strange? Anyone you know?” asked Dean.

“Besides you guys, no,” said Lydia.

“Show it to me,” you said. Dean tugged on his shirt collar, showing his tattoo to you.

“Your turn,” he said. You peeled down your shorts just so your hip was showing, Lydia dropping her jaw. “Good.”

“You guys have matching tattoos? That’s kind of adorable actually,” she said. “And since when does mom have a tattoo?”

“Lyd. Focus. They’re being weird, like super weird and I want to know why,” said Jason. You looked at Dean, thinking of how to best phrase the next question.

“Why are you sleeping with a light on?” asked Dean, looking at your son. Jason shrugged. “It’s okay. I’m a grown ass man and I don’t like the dark either. I just want to know why you suddenly got this fear.”

“I had a nightmare a month ago. It freaked me out and...it was weird. This guy, like a few years younger, he said to keep the light on to keep it away,” said Jason. “It was stupid but I just do it now. I don’t even know a Calvin.”

Dean whipped his head to you, everyone’s eyes on you as you tried to keep calm.

“Didn’t Calvin…” said Dean, your head nodding. “Hallie-”

“I had a weird dream with a girl named Hallie about a month ago too! She was like barely older than Scar is but...mom are you okay?” she asked.

“Not really, sweetie,” you said, looking to Dean. “We can’t go back to the house.”

“I know,” said Dean, closing his eyes, opening them again to give the kids a smile. “Guys...mom and I have to tell you something. It’s a big deal and it’s okay if it freaks you out and scares you.”

“Is this about how you guys lie to us about when you were younger?” asked Jason. You opened your mouth only for Dean to nod. “You guys don’t do it often but Lyd and I catch you screwing up sometimes. Like how mom said she lost a soccer game in high school but that didn’t make sense because she said she was a cheerleader too and they’re done at the same time.”

“At least we ended up with smart kids,” you said, rubbing your hand against your head.

“So...you guys like spies or something?” asked Lydia.

“No,” said Dean. “Your mom and me and your Uncle Sammy...we were hunters.”

“What’d you hunt?” asked Jason.

“Monsters.”

 About an hour later, both kids were sat staring blankly at you and Dean. You’d told them the important parts and about the demon from your childhood, about your siblings Calvin and Hallie and how you hoped they were reaching out to your kids to warn them how to stay safe this time around. But they were still freaking out as expected.

“A demon made you sick, murdered your family and kidnapped you?” asked Lydia. You hummed, her head shaking. “Well how’d you get away?”

“A hunter rescued me but this demon had been hurting me for a while so it made me a bit scared. The hunter couldn’t drop me off somewhere and he took care of me, nursed me back to health. He was super grumpy but he loved me like a dad. He was my second dad,” you said. “His name was Bobby.”

“Your grandpa was friends with Bobby which is how Sammy and me met your mom when we were kids. Y/N was my best friend growing up. She was a hunter’s kid and Sammy and I didn’t really know other ones. It was nice having a friend that you didn’t have to hide things from,” said Dean, giving your hand a squeeze. “We’ve known each other a long time.”

“So you guys all grew up to become hunters?” asked Jason.

“Basically. I went to college and so did Uncle Sam but we both came back to hunting, Sam sooner than I did,” you said.

“Why didn’t you go to college?” asked Lydia. Dean bit his bottom lip, glancing at you. “I mean, not everyone has to go to college. Right?”

“Dad didn’t have much of a choice on whether he wanted to or not,” you said, Lydia raising an eyebrow. “Your grandpa-”

“Was a controlling bastard that treated me more like a soldier than a son most of the time,” said Dean. “I’ve forgiven him for it all though. I am a crap ton of screwed up deep down but that’s not the important stuff to focus on. This demon is. It is very obviously back and you two need to be extra careful.”

“They could get tatted,” you said.

“For what?” they both asked.

“Anti-demon possession,” you said. Jason burst out laughing, your dad frowning at him.

“Why don’t you go ask your uncle how fun it is to have a demon wearing you as a meat suit and see how funny it is?” he said. Jason lowered his head and sighed. “I know this is nuts guys and we thought it was safe but it’s obviously not and you have to take this stuff seriously.”

“We will,” he said, Dean giving him a soft smile.

“How do we stop this demon?” asked Lydia. “If it’s like what happened to mom, it wants Scar, right? We aren’t going to let that happen.”

“No, we aren’t,” you said. “But your little sister is going to keep on thinking monsters are make believe for the time being. For her sake. We aren’t going to stop this thing either. We’ll kill it.”

“How do you kill a demon?” she asked.

“Angel blades, the colt. Your mom is a fan of the demon blade,” said Dean. “I gave it to her as an anniversary present.”

“It was very sweet of him,” you said.

“You guys are so weird,” she said, Jason holding up a finger.

“But how do you get close enough to use a blade on a demon?” he asked.

“You get close,” you said. “It’s scary but not as bad if you know what you’re doing.”

“No,” said Dean, giving you a side glance.

“I didn’t say anything,” you said.

“I know what you’re thinking and you are not being bait for this thing to come after again,” said Dean.

“The only things we know it has an interest in are me and Scar and she sure as shit ain’t being bait,” you said.

“...You can’t. I’m sorry but I won’t let you,” said Dean.

“That’s not your decision to make,” you said.

“If we screw up, our kids are not losing us both,” said Dean. “I can-”

“Oh, not this again, not in front of the kids,” you said. “Enough with the self-worth crap. You are not-”

“You’ve always been a far better mom than I’ve been a dad. They can get by without me,” said Dean.

“I said not in front of the kids,” you said, Dean snapping his jaw shut. You gave them both a glance, their eyes on Dean. “It’s summer so school’s not going to be a problem. I say after our trip, we take the kids to somewhere else to stay while we work the case. When the coast is clear, they come home.”

“They would be safe...there,” said Dean with a nod.

“Safe where?” asked Lydia. “And what is dad-”

“Where mom and I used to live before kids. It’s where Uncle Cas and your cousin Jack live,” he said.

“I thought they were always traveling so they didn’t have a house,” said Jason. “Has anything you’ve ever told us been the truth?”

“We love you,” you said, Jason rolling his eyes. “Jason-”

“I’m done for tonight,” he said, leaving the tent, Lydia giving him a glance before following after. You were both quiet for a moment, Dean sighing.

“We were so stupid,” said Dean. “We should have made sure.”

“This is my fault. The demon wants me,” you said. Dean cocked his head but you held up a hand. “It wants me, Dean. We both know it.”

“That is exactly why you are going to stay at the bunker with the kids and make sure none of them sneak out on us while Sam, Cas and I go hunt this thing down,” said Dean, taking a deep breath. “We’re on vacation. Let’s just try to be normal, alright?”

“We were never normal, Dean.”

“Hey, mom,” said Jason, taking a seat next to you on the shore of the lake, Dean out swimming with the girls, Sam hiking back to the car to put in a few calls to some old hunters that were still around. You gave him a smile, turning your attention back to the lake. “I’m sorry about last night.”

“You have nothing to apologize for, honey,” you said. “That was a lot to take in. We always knew it wouldn’t go great if we ever had to tell you guys.”

“To be honest, it’s not the monster stuff that pissed me and Lydia off,” he said with a shrug. “It was the lying. We just...we don’t know who you guys are anymore or what was real.”

“I understand,” you said, nodding your head.

“Dad won’t look at me,” said Jason. “Does he hate me?”

“No, no, Jason. He’s mad at himself, not you,” you said. “This was something we never wanted you guys to know about. We’re both upset about it. Your dad just deals with it in a funny way sometimes.”

“Did grandpa really treat him like a soldier?” he asked.

“You know how dad taught you how to play baseball? Or driving a car when you turned 16? Or helping you with your math homework? Grandpa taught your dad how to use a shotgun, how to research lore, how to scam at pool to make a quick buck for food. Dad and I never wanted our childhoods, our adult lives, for you guys. It wasn’t right but it’s why we lied. We wanted you to think we grew up normal too,” you said.

“You thought we’d think you guys were freaks?” he asked.

“We never wanted to scare you. We still don’t. It’s why dad and I talked last night and you and Lydia are on a need to know basis right now. We want you to stay as normal as possible,” you said.

“Why do you keep saying that? Like you think you and dad aren’t normal,” he said.

“Sweetie. We aren’t. Stuff that we’ve done...places we’ve gone...it’s not normal,” you said.

“Well you aren’t raging psychopaths and killing monsters sounds like something the good guys do so I really don’t get why you and dad are so scared of scaring Lyd and me,” said Jason.

“Jason. Our last name isn’t even Smith,” you said with a sad smile. “On paper, dad and I are technically dead. Uncle Sam too.”

“What is it?” he asked.

“Winchester. You’re a Winchester,” you said.

“Sounds cooler than Smith,” he said, giving you a smile. “So can I ask you a question?”

“You’ve already been asking questions,” you said.

“What’s the biggest monster you ever stopped?” he asked. You smiled, dipping your toes in the water. “Mom?”

“I’m not going to answer that, Jason,” you said.

“Why not?” he asked.

“I want you to keep your innocence. As much of it as you can as long as you can. There are things you’re better off not knowing,” you said.

“I already heard about the crazy demon that kidnapped my mom as a kid and killed her family. I don’t know how much worse it can get,” he said.

“Oh, that sucked, trust me. But sometimes, there are worse evils in the world than just demons,” you said.

“Like what? The devil?” he asked.

“Don’t mention the devil again,” you said.

“Why?” he asked.

“He destroyed you dad and uncle’s lives. He stole their chance at normal. They were little boys when that happened. Your father never got to be a child, Jason. He raised Sam for the most part. His favorite part of life has been you and your sisters, getting to watch you have those moments he didn’t get,” you said.

“What about you? You talk about dad a lot but stuff happened to you, right?” he asked. “Who takes care of you?”

“Your dad, your uncle Sam, even Cas and Jack,” you said with a smile. “We handle things differently. I didn’t have a little brother to watch out for and Bobby certainly did his best to keep me as normal as possible. Your dad has a lot of issues, Jason. Whether you knew it or not, you’ve helped him. All of you have.”

“So basically none of you guys got to be kids and have had to do a bunch of scary stuff and you want to keep us away from it until it’s safe again?” he asked. You nodded, Jason biting his bottom lip. “Me and Lydia will keep an extra eye on Scar. No demon’s gonna take our little sister.”

“I know they won’t. Especially when you guys are at the bunker,” you said.

“The bunker?”

“Whoa,” said Lydia, immediately taking off for the library the second you walked down the steps, Jason and Scar right after as Dean tsked them.

“Don’t wander off yet. It’s easy to get lost down here,” he said.

“This place is so cool,” said Jason, already moving around and picking things up, Dean rolling his eyes.

“Guys. No touching,” said Dean, Jack rounding the corner from the kitchen with a smile.

“S’okay, Dean. I went and cleaned up anything that might be bad,” said Jack.

“Thanks kid,” said Dean, getting a hug from Jack after yourself.

“Where’s Cas?” asked Dean.

“He’s trying to make dinner. It’s not going great,” said Jack.

“Shocker,” said Dean, whistling to get the kids attention. “Let’s show you your rooms.”

Scarlett wanted to run through the halls until cousin Jack picked her up, Jason following along with him. Lydia hung back though, swallowing as she looked around.

“I can see the gears turning in your head, Lyd,” said Dean. She spun around, looking you up and down.

“This stuff is why you always look younger than all my other friends mom’s, isn’t it,” she said. “This magic stuff.”

“Mentally I’m the age I should be. Physically, yeah, I’m about five years behind. I was on pause for a little while,” you said.

“Not exactly by choice,” Dean mumbled.

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“Nothing you need to know. Why don’t you go find your siblings and cousin?” you asked.

“Jack’s not really our cousin, is he,” she said. “Cause Uncle Cas looks a little older than dad but Jack looks moms age and-“

“Cousin Jack looks older but he’s...you know what? It doesn’t matter. That’s your cousin, alright?” said Dean.

“Don’t treat me like a little kid. I’m not Scar,” she said, rolling her eyes before she brushed past you both and went down a hall.

“She’s got a point Dean,” you said.

“I’m sorry. Did you want to tell her about what ‘magic’ did that to you?” he asked.

“No. I barely told you about it,” you said. “That is not happening to Scar. She is never-“

“It won’t. The kids are safe here. They got nowhere to be,” he said. You sighed but nodded, pausing when you went to head for the kitchen. “What?”

“Dean, we’re both supposed to be at work on Monday,” you said.

“Well...I’m covered. Sam’s in charge of the firm and he can put me on sabbatical. You…” he said.

“I didn’t like that job anyways,” you said, cocking your head. “Why do we even have those jobs? You should work on cars again, something you like. I can go work at that bakery.”

“Because those jobs don’t pay for our lifestyle. We talked about this years ago,” he said.

“Well now, I think we had some loaded distant relative and we start doing what we want,” you said. “If we figure out what’s going on that is.”

“Alright,” he said. “We will figure it out. Just another case. We could do this in our sleep.”

“I know. We’ll get it,” you said, taking a deep breath and forcing a smile. “I’ll go help Cas in the kitchen if you want to make sure the kids get settled.”

“Hey,” he said, catching your hand when you turned to leave. You looked over your shoulder, his thumb running over the back of your hand. “I’m not letting that thing get you either.”

“It can’t be back, can it?” you said.

“You’re speaking to a guy that’s died how many times?” he teased. “I don’t know but that’s what we’re going to find out. Until then, let’s try to keep the kids on a need to know, okay?”

“You died?” asked Lydia, poking her head around the corner. “Like died died?”

“Oh, looks who’s grounded?” he said. “Don’t eavesdrop.”

“But seriously though, you died?” said Jason, poking his head around too.

“Now I remember why we never let Jack babysit,” said Dean. “You’re grounded too.”

“We weren’t even allowed to leave in the first place,” deadpanned Jason.

“No internet. Two days,” said Dean. “Play with your sister or clean up your new rooms. Might as well make it feel like home.”

“This is really good Uncle Cas,” said Lydia, smiling at him as Jason dumped some onto her plate when she wasn’t looking at dinner that night.

“Your kindness is quite appreciated, Lydia but I’m aware it’s-“

“Garbage?” said Dean.

“Daddy, that’s not nice,” said Scar, slurping down the mess on her plate. “It’s yummy!”

“Are we sure she’s not possessed,” mumbled Dean.

“She likes burnt food. It’s not the end of the world,” you said. “Um, Cas we appreciate the effort and making the first night here so-“

“I ordered pizza and wings,” said Jack, coming back to the library.

“Excellent. I do not wish to attempt to have to cook again,” said Cas, your three kids raising eyebrows.

“Shut up,” mumbled Dean, kicking Cas’ leg under the table. “So you guys like the place? Think of it as like summer camp.”

“There’s no windows and Jason and Lydia won’t let me play outside,” said Scarlett, scowling at her older siblings.

“Well it’s rainy out today. Maybe you can play tomorrow if you ask your brother and sister nicely,” said Dean.

“But you said-“

“As long as one of the grownups or Jack is with you, then you can play in the garage, alright?” said Dean.

“Fine,” she grumbled.

“Hey, Scar, do you want to play legos after dinner?” asked Jack. She perked back up, both you and Dean giving Jack a grateful smile.

 After you got Scar in bed, you, Dean and Cas set about researching, a pair of quiet footsteps entering the library around ten.

“Guys,” you said without looking up. “Why don’t you go hangout in the man cave, watch some movies or something. This is boring anyways.”

“We decided-”

“No,” said Dean, lifting his head from a book. Cas made an excuse to leave, taking his research with him off to his room. Jason opened his mouth, Lydia making a face when Dean scowled. “We told you what you needed to know and that’s it. You two are normal teenagers and you ain’t learning this crap so get out. Now.”

“Make us,” said Jason, crossing his arms. Dean raised an eyebrow, Lydia looking at her brother and then you.

“Guys. Please. The less you know, the better,” you said. “Please?”

“What if that...what if whatever that thing is comes after Scar or us and you guys aren’t around?” said Lydia.

“You took a self defense class. You’re fine,” said Dean.

“I seriously doubt what they taught in health class will go up against a demon,” she said.

“You’re right. It won’t,” he said, shutting his book. “But the bunker is safe and nothing is getting in. Now go.”

“Stop lying to us,” said Jason, stepping closer. Dean stood up with a sigh, Jason getting in his face. “We aren’t little kids. Be honest with us for the first time in our lives. Mom told me our last name is Winchester. Is anything even real about you?”

“I am your father, Jason. Yes. my name is Dean Winchester and you are a Winchester and you will do what I say. Stay out of this,” said Dean.

“I said make me,” said Jason.

“Go to your rooms, both of you,” you said. Jason shook his head, Lydia getting a surge of confidence and stepping up behind her brother.

“No. You told us the other stuff, you can tell us more. You never even answered our question before on if dad had really died or not,” she said.

“Go to your rooms!” you shouted, all three looking at you.

“Mom, he-”

“Your father and I are trying to give you normal lives. We didn’t have a choice but you two do and you are not getting involved in this any more than you have to. Rooms. Now,” you said.

“We might as well have been raised by strangers,” said Jason, turning to Lydia. “These are who our real parents are apparently. A couple of deranged nutjobs. How do we even know they’re our parents? Maybe they took you and me and-”

“Jason,” said Lydia, looking at Dean. You saw it too, the little cracks buried deep down, the ones that had been filled in over the years, splitting open again. Jason looked back but Dean had spun around, his back to them both.

“I don’t care what you two think of me. I am your father and that is your mother and you are staying put. End of discussion,” he said.

“No. I’m leaving,” said Jason, Dean spinning around, a hardness all over his face. “I’m taking the girls and cousin Jack cause god knows where he came from and-”

Dean took a step closer to Jason, peering down into his face.

“I am not my father,” he said, taking a deep breath. “But if I have to throw you in the dungeon and have you think I’m a psychopath then fine, I’ll do it. But you are not leaving this bunker until that thing is dealt with.”

“You’re insane,” said Jason. “That’s not how you treat your kids.”

“I want you to be a kid!” shouted Dean, taking a step back, glancing at the floor as he calmed down. “I want you to be a kid, Jason. Mom and I didn’t get to be kids. We had three dead parents and two dead siblings between us by the time we were six. My father did his best and I have forgiven him for the rest but no, I didn’t get a childhood. We didn’t go to sleepovers. We didn’t go to football games or soccer practice. We didn’t go to the mall or hangout with friends or do homework at the kitchen table. We did this. You will never do this. You won’t. We will tell you what we have to but please for the love of God, don’t leave this bunker.”

“Okay,” said Lydia, grabbing her brother’s hand. “We won’t, right, Jason?”

“I want one free question to ask,” said Jason after a moment.

“Then you stay put,” you said.

“Fine but I want a question,” he said.

“Ask your question,” said Dean dryly.

“When you die, where do you go?” asked Jason.”Because you definitely died.”

“Heaven or Hell,” said Dean.

“What’s heaven like?” asked Lydia. Dean closed his eyes but smiled. She spun back around to you. “Dad totally went to heaven, right? Like no way he-”

“I’ve been to both,” said Dean. Jason opened his mouth but swallowed hard. “I made a deal to bring your uncle Sam back to life after he died. When a year was up, I went to hell.”

“What’s it like?” asked Jason after a moment. Dean paused, looking away.

“They call it hell for a reason,” said Dean. “It’s where demons are made, just like the demon that maybe is after Scar, is after you two and mom and all of us. If you go outside and it gets ahold of you…”

“It will hurt you,” you said quietly. “I know you are both upset and you can be pissed at us for ruining your summer vacations but you need to stay here. Take it from dad and I. We’ve been on the receiving end of what a demon can do before. We’ll die before we let that happen to you guys.”

“Lyd, can you give us a minute?” asked Jason. She nodded, turning and leaving, Jason waiting until she was gone to speak. “Teach me.”

“No,” said Dean.

“What if you’re right and no one is around to protect them but me? They’re my little sisters. It’s my job to protect them,” said Jason.

“Jason,” said Dean, resting his hands on Jason’s shoulders, giving him a soft smile. “I understand the urge to protect your little sisters. The things I have done for Sam...I understand. But you are their big brother and that’s it. You don’t have to be a mother and father to them, that’s our job. You keep them safe by keeping Scar out of this and keeping Lyd feeling okay. She looks up to you, even if she calls you a loser all the time. You keep calm and set an example for them. That is how you protect them right now. Okay?”

“I know I’m not as strong but-”

“Jason,” you said with a sigh. “Be a big brother. That’s your job while we get through this, okay? That’s it.”

“Please Jason,” said Dean, letting his hands fall away, moving one to rest on top of Jason’s head. “Please kiddo. For me?”

“Alright,” he said quietly, looking back at you with a nod. “But I want to know-”

“Jason,” you said.

“I want to know more about my parents,” he said, looking at the both of you. “Like real stuff. Like obviously your first date story wasn’t real.”

“Actually it was,” you said, giving Dean a shy smile. “Your father is a bit of a hopeless romantic.”

“Well your mom told me when she was six she loved me and was going to marry me someday so…” said Dean.

“You told me that, dork,” you said.

“Uh, I recall a very giggly girl during coloring time saying something along those lines,” he said.

“Uh huh,” you hummed, rolling your eyes. Jason relaxed a little, nodding to himself. “We’re still mom and dad, Jason.”

“I know. Just a lot to wrap your head around,” he said. Dean smiled and Jason returned a small one. “I’m sorry.”

“That was pretty tame for some of the arguments that have happened in this room,” said Dean, gazing around. “It’s okay. This is big stuff. Please watch your sisters and if you have anymore weird dreams, let us know.”

“Okay,” he said, turning to go. “Mom?”

“Yeah, honey?” you asked.

“Calvin was your brother right?” he asked. “He said something that didn’t make sense to me that first night.”

“What was it?” asked Dean.

“Well he said to keep the light on to keep it away but a light doesn’t actually stop a demon, right?” he asked. “Why would he say that then?”

“I don’t know,” you said. “We’ll get it though. Try to get some sleep.”

“Night,” he said.

“Night. Love you,” you heard Dean say with you, Jason nodding his head as he left.

“He’s got a point about the light. Demons aren’t afraid of light,” he said.

“Calvin was only twelve when he died. He might have been confused,” you said, shaking your head. “Cas. Cas can go up to heaven and ask Calvin what he meant.”

“Alright but you and I are checking the spell and making sure it’s not worn off or something like that,” he said. You sat back down, both your heads popping up when the front door opened, Sam trucking down the steps with his backpack. “Sammy. What are you doing here? It’s late.”

“You think I’m sleeping at home with a demon after us again?” asked Sam, setting his bag down on the table. “I took care of work for us, mail, that stuff. Swung by your house, grabbed your go bags along with Baby.”

“You see anything there?” you asked. Sam shook his head. “Alright. Coffee’s already made in the kitchen if you want a cup. Let’s work this.”

Three Days Later

“Hey Cas,” you said, catching him entering the kitchen. “You just get back?”

“Yes,” he said, grabbing your arm and tugging you to the library.

“Cas…” you said, scowling when he wouldn’t let go. Dean and Sam lifted their heads out of their books, Cas coming to a stop in front of them. “What?”

“Calvin did not mean a physical light source,” said Cas, shoving you down in a chair. You glared up at him, Dean sighing. “She is the danger.”

“What?” you said, shaking your head. “Cas, I-”

“The demon that kidnapped you, you never found it, correct?” said Cas. “You did not escape. It let you go. You were too young and frightened to remember properly that you self-inflicted those wounds by the demon controlling you.”

“What...well what did Calvin mean?” you said.

“It is a shadow demon,” said Cas.

“A what now?” asked Sam.

“Shadow demon. It is a demon but not a demon. It’s created from within a person, a very long time ago. It’s a shapeshifter offshoot, from the Alpha,” he said.

“But Scar-”

“It’s not in her. It’s simply chosen her next. It moves from person to person in a line. Calvin was referring to light as a warning so the children would be aware,” said Cas. “I spoke with your other family members. They believe it’s now in you. It has been all this time.”

“But...I’ve been tested a million times. I’m not a demon,” you said.

“No. It’s not a real demon so we wouldn’t know. It’s just buried within you, like when Dean kept Michael locked away,” he said. “When it saw you start having children, it started to move down the line. It’s likely going to move to Scarlett very soon.”

“Put me in the dungeon. Now,” you said. Dean nodded and grabbed your arm. “Don’t you let me out until you figure out how to kill it.”

“Daddy?” asked Scarlett, skipping into the room. “What’s going on?”

You opened your mouth, Dean dropping his hand away from you as he tilted his head.

“She hasn’t complained once about not playing outside the past three days,” said Dean. Scarlett made a face, a completely wrong kind of smile crossing the six year old’s face. “You’re in her, aren’t you.”

“To be fair, been in here since she was born,” she said with a tiny shrug. “There’s a bit of an incubation period before I can wake up which just so happened to be a few days ago. I’m not much of a talker and I don’t take much. Just every so often I need my fix. For old time sake’s Y/N, I won’t hurt the kid and I’ll go have some fun with some random people. I’ll be back in a few days, the kid will never remember and it’s no problem.”

“Except for the killing people part or the fact you’re in my daughter or until Scar has kids and you move down the line again,” you said. “You were in my mom, weren’t you.”

“Yeah...got impatient and killed the family. I’m not making that mistake again so everyone here is safe as long as I’m free to go, got it?” she said, scowling at you. “Mommy?”

You stepped forward, Dean throwing out an arm to push you back.

“You won’t hurt her?” asked Dean.

“Cross my heart and hope to die,” she said, giving him a smile. “Pinky promise, daddy.”

“You are not my daughter,” he said.

“If you want her back in one piece and the other two to stay that way, I get to leave. I will return her to the front door in three days. Try anything and what I do to her, you’ll be begging it was only what I’d done to Y/N. Understand?” she said.

“Why’d you hurt me?” you said, taking a step forward. She shrugged, glancing at Dean.

“You were strong, stronger than the rest of your family. As I said, I was impatient and didn’t do things right. You were fun,” she said.

“You tortured me for five years,” you growled. “For fun?”

“Well your mommy didn’t follow the rules and tried to get rid of me before the third kid. I told her the kid would pay for that. Now you seem smarter than she was being a hunter and all. I’m leaving. She won’t remember and it won’t be your problem,” she said.

“Wait,” said Dean, Scarlett raising an eyebrow, a shudder running down your back. “You can get much farther in me. Take my body.”

“Not how it works, daddy. Kids only,” he said. “Y/N, don’t you remember killing your family after all?”

“I did not-”

“No, I suppose you wouldn't. I can bring the little brat into the equation and let her watch what I do. I don’t guarantee you get a fully functional person back though,” she said. She turned and headed for the stairs, Dean staring back at you.

“W-what if there was another kid?” you asked. She paused, spinning around in her velcro sneakers, smiling darkly.

“Y/N?” asked Dean as you stepped forward past him and over to Scarlett. You bent down, getting at her eye level.

“How does it work? Tell me,” you said. “Do you have to be in me already?”

“To pass to the baby, yes,” she said, looking you up and down, smirking at you. “You’re pregnant again, aren’t you.”

“You’re pregnant?” said Dean.

“I took the test this morning. That night a month ago...what if I made you a deal?” you said. You glanced back at Dean, hoping he understood what you were doing. He only stared before you turned back to the thing in Scarlett. “What if you get back in me and then when the baby is born, you can have it. For good. It’s always yours. Do what you want with it but you leave Scar and the rest of our family out of it. Deal?”

“You’d really do that?” she asked.

“Yes,” you said with a nod. “Leave my girl alone and take whatever this is forever.”

“Alright. Deal,” it said. Scarlett fell down onto her bottom, her eyes closed as you got a wicked headache and your back burned where your old scar was briefly.

“Take care of Scar,” you said, pointing at Sam as you stood up, staring at Dean. “I’m not pregnant by the way. Now get me in the dungeon.”

 Two Days Later

“Lied to me, Y/N,” growled the demon in your head. You kept a strong face as you sat on your mattress in the middle of the devil’s trap, staring at the back of the closed bookcases. “I want my baby.”

“Tough luck,” you said.

“How long can you go without sleep? It’ll kill you at some point and then I’m free to wander right back into the kid and I’m going to save Dean for last. Let her gut the rest of ‘em and make daddy watch,” it said.

“Big talk. Now shut it,” you shot back, hearing the door open, the bookcases pull back. Dean gave you a smile. “Idiot in my head admitted it’s stuck in me until I’m dead. I’m pretty sure it can only hop up or down the line which is why it said no to you.”

“Sucks for it since we’re pretty sure we got a cure to kill it,” said Dean. “It’s gonna hurt like a bitch though.”

“Kids gone?” you asked, Dean nodding.

“Jack took ‘em someplace safe,” he said. “You ready to do this?”

“Yeah, I’m ready to get back to normal.”

You woke up in your old bedroom of the bunker, Dean flipping through a book when he saw you stirring.

“Hey, take it slow,” he said, helping you sit up. “How’s your back feel?”

“Alright. Cas heal me?” you asked.

“Yeah. Sorry about all that burning and everything,” he said.

“No, no. It’s fine. I’ll take a little pain to get rid of that thing,” you said. “It is gone, right?”

“Yeah. No more can be created because of the monster wipe out spell. That one just happened to still exist. Pretty sure it was the Alpha of it’s kind,” he said.

“Good. How’s Scar? She okay?” you asked.

“Perfect. She’s been running around like a maniac so normal,” he said, giving you a kiss. “Big kids are okay too.”

“We should have known when she wasn’t trying to get outside. She was quiet too. I can’t believe we missed it,” you said, rubbing your hands over your face. “We should have-”

“She’s alright,” he said, cupping your cheek. “Are you?”

“Yeah. I would never have given that thing our baby,” you said. He chuckled and nodded.

“I know. Good bluff. Saved Scar,” he said.

“It’s funny. I missed this place but I miss home even more,” you said.

“Let’s go home then, sweetheart.”

Two Days Later

“Well, I officially gave my notice at work,” you said, plopping down on the couch with Dean after getting Scar down for bed. “Oh, where are they this time?”

“Dallas. Nutjobs are looking for a butler’s pantry on a budget the size of…” he trailed off, a pair of footsteps walking into the family room. “Hey guys. Everything okay?”

Lydia nodded, nudging Jason forward. He scowled back at her, Dean grunting.

“Out with it guys. It’s a little late to be going out to friends if you were looking to ask,” he said.

“Well...now that everything’s over…” said Lydia.

“We still want to know about our parents. Really. Even the scary stuff,” said Jason.

“I thought we told you two we want you to be kids,” said Dean.

“Yeah but you guys like saved the world. That’s kind of cool,” said Lydia.

“Oh, kinda cool? I got a cool for letting her stay out a half hour past curfew once. World saving though…” you teased, Dean shutting off the TV.

“Sit down,” he said. They both hopped into their usual spots, Lydia pulling out a sheet of paper. “Oh, they brought questions. Nerds like Sammy.”

“You’re a nerd,” you said, slapping his chest. “Alright, alright. Ask away. It goes without saying we don’t tell Scarlett any of this.”

“Yeah, totally,” said Jason, taking the sheet from Lydia. “Okay so first one…”

“The...and...said…hm…” said Jason, putting his head down.

“Oh and dad was a demon!” you said, giving them a smile. “We fixed it though so totally cool. He did have some amazing hair during that though. Miss that hair...”

“You’re skipping again,” said Dean. “We were only up to meeting Cas.”

“Uncle Cas is an angel,” said Lydia, standing up and shaking her head. “That’s enough for one night. Okay.”

“And Jack’s a-”

“I don’t need to know right now,” she said with a nod. “Come on Jason. I’ve got enough information to filter through.”

“One more,” said Jason.

“Yes…” said Dean.

“You said you’d never bring kids into that life so...did you end the monsters before you had me?” he asked.

“That’s a great question to answer tomorrow night,” teased Dean. Jason rolled his eyes and stood up, Dean chuckling. “No, Jason. You were after. All this was after.”

“Okay,” he said, mumbling to Lydia. “Told you so.”

“Agree to never tell them but we have the coolest parents ever,” she whispered as they cut through the kitchen, both you and Dean smirking.

“Of course we don’t tell them,” whispered Jason. “We’ll come up with more stuff to ask tomorrow.”

“Night guys!” called Dean.

“Love you!” you said.

“Love you too!” they said back, their voices dying out as they headed upstairs.

“I can only imagine what they come up with next,” you said, resting your head on Dean’s shoulder.

“I think they took that better than expected,” he said. “Hey, I was thinking since our vacation got cut short, we head out again next week, have it actually be relaxing this time.”

“Yeah, I’d like that,” you said.

“Me too, sweetheart. Me too.”

[sweetness47]

Risks

Pairing Dean x Vampire!Reader

@heavenandhellbingo​ – Silver/Salt/Holy water

@spndeanbingo​ – vampire

@spngenrebingo​ – enemies to lovers

@spnkinkbingo​ – purgatory! Dean

Warnings!!! MATURE 18+ READERS ONLY!!! Smut, angst, language etc…

Summary: Dean’s in purgatory, and in trouble…but from the monsters or his own heart? Written from Dean’s POV.

Jesus, the monsters were never ending! I’d lost track of Benny, but managed somehow to stay alive. There was no rest, no time to relax. Just hiding, running, fighting. I was tired, but I couldn’t give up. I had to find a way back home, back to Cas, back to Sam.

I didn’t hear the damn leviathan come up behind me, but he wasted no time in trying to tear me apart. I barely managed to avoid the teeth, squirming constantly in a vain attempt to get myself out of his powerful grip. I could feel my ribs begin to bruise, they were close to breaking, but he was so strong, and I was tired.

Just as I begin to lose consciousness, she came out of nowhere, ramming into the huge monster, knocking all of us to the ground. The leviathan scum focused on the new threat, his growl menacing, trying to scare her. But she stood and stared him down. He charged. She evaded. He charged once more, she grabbed his arm as she sidestepped, and ripped it right off it’s body. The creature howled in pain, mixing with the anger he felt as he attempted once again to attack. She easily avoided his charge, then did a quick turn around, thin blade in hand, and decapitated the creature.

I did a double take. This was too good to be true. A hot chick, and I mean H.O.T!!! Even with pain in my chest from the ribs, my dick was more than willing to test her features. But, after watching her fight and take that thing down, I was hesitant. While she cleaned her blade (it was one hell of a blade by the way), I pulled a flask of holy water from my jacket and poured some on my hand.

She reached out to help me up, and I accepted the offer, first using the regular hand. She was way stronger than a human, there was no strain at all as she helped me to my feet.

“Thanks for the assist.” I managed, holding my torso.

“No problem. I was in the neighbourhood.”

My cock twitched. Her voice was something out of a fantasy dream. Soft, pliable, sweet like honey.

Fuck!!

“I’m Dean.” I said, holding out the test hand, the one with the ‘water’.

She reached to grab it. “YN.”

A hiss escaped her lips as her hand made contact with the holy water. “Fuck!” She jerked her hand back and looked at the blistered palm.

My saviour was a freakin’ vamp.

I raised my blade. “Why did you help me?”

She sheathed her katana. “Easy. I’m not looking to kill you. I might be a vampire, but I didn’t choose this life. I hate what I am. I kill these freaks here for fun. And I’ve never killed a human.”

I raised a brow. “Ever drank blood?”

“Only the occasional lycanthrope. I hate the taste. I drink only when I find my energy is low.”

“Huh.”

If she was lying, she was doing a damn good job of it. I believed her. And it wasn’t just because I thought she was hot.

Leaves crunching broke the awkward silence. “We should move. I know a place where we can hide out.” She motioned me to follow her, and since the options were rather low, I went.

My ribs were aching something fierce, but I kept the pace, knowing the dangers we could potentially run in to. By the time we got to her safe location, I was all but wheezing. I was sure one of the ribs were cracked, possibly more.

She saw my discomfort as we entered the shelter. “I need to look at your ribcage, and bind them. You need to rest.”

I gave her a sideways glance. “I suppose you’re a doctor?”

She nodded. “Yes, actually. Before I was turned, I was an emergency doctor.” When I didn’t move right away, she added, “I promise I won’t hurt or bite you.”

I sighed carefully and nodded. She helped me remove my jacket and shirt, then examined my torso. I looked down at the bruising. It was bad. I winced as she felt them, checking for breaks. The last one made me actually grunt and pull away.

“This one is definitely cracked Dean. Wait here, I’ll grab something to bind them.”

I wasn’t going to argue. Truthfully, it felt good to sit, although I was pretty sure sleep would be non existent. Purgatory didn’t have any pharmacy stores. So I was shit out of luck for Tylenol. She came back with some ripped up blankets and did my ribcage up nice and tight.

She helped me lay down, removing my boots for me. Then she went and grabbed me some food. It wasn’t overly lavish, but it was filling. I tried to relax, ignore the pain, but it was really bad. Then, as if hearing my ribs screaming, YN produced a bottle of T3’s, and a bottle of Jack. I looked at her in awe, and she only shrugged.

“I was on my way home from the store when I got sent here.”

I took two of the pills, and a long swig of the whiskey. The burn felt good. “Thanks.”

YN smiled. “Your welcome.”

“I’ll make a deal with you. We’ll help each other for now. You watch my back, I watch yours. But if you turn against me or try to bite me, I end you.”

Nodding, she agreed. “That’s fair.”

She moved to her makeshift couch to lay down, and I hated the idea that she’d be sleeping on that piece of shit. “You could lay here beside me. There’s plenty of room.”

YN looked over at me. “You trust me not to hurt you?”

I nodded. “If you really wanted to, you’d have done so already. So, yeah, I trust you.”

She came over to where I was lying down and joined me. I tried again to close my eyes, desperately willing my body to relax. The whiskey/Tylenol mix was starting to kick in, taking off some of the edge, but it still hurt like a son of a bitch.

“You ok?” she asked.

“Yeah, just waiting for the drugs and alcohol to kick in.”

She laughed. “That’s probably not a good combo, but I’m not judging.”

I chuckled, and grimaced. “YN? Thanks again. I would have been monster chow if you hadn’t shown up.”

She leaned in and kissed my cheek. “Your welcome.”

I stiffened at the gesture. She immediately apologized. “Oh my god, I’m sorry.”

Shaking my head, I replied, “No worries. No harm done.”

My body moved on it’s own then, turning gently on my side to face her, then my hands pulled her close, lips seeking another kiss. She responded, moaning into the lip lock, hands roaming over my stomach, lightly grazing my torso. She stroked the hard bulge in my jeans, and it was my turn to groan. I went onto my back once more as she removed her clothes, then my jeans and shorts. She straddled my groin, and my hand guided my throbbing erection to her waiting entrance. She sank slowly onto my shaft, and I swore I’d gone to heaven.

She was so tight, but man it felt good. She took my entire length, adjusting to my girth, her walls stretching to accommodate. I would have sworn she was a virgin.

She rocked her hips back and forth, doing the majority of the work while I enjoyed the benefits. There was mild protest from my ribcage, but it was slowly dulling, drowned out by the beautiful goddess riding me like a stallion. We climaxed together, her cries and mine mixing in the air.

I slept then, and woke feeling somewhat better. YN was already up, and had some more food waiting for me. I ate after she helped me sit up, then we made love once more before dressing.

I never thought I’d ever go near a vamp for anything other than to kill it, but she was different. If her story was to be believed, she wasn’t given a choice about it, and hated herself because of it. We ventured out with caution, making sure there were no unwanted visitors. We needed to find some firewood and some more food for me.

Our hike was interrupted by footsteps. YN pulled me down behind a large boulder covered by moss and bushes, and we held our breath, waiting for whatever it was to pass by.

It was Cas.

YN tried to stop me, but I went anyways. “Cas!” I yelled.

Cas turned. “Dean, thank heaven. Sam and I have been worried sick. Are you ok?” he asked as he embraced me. His senses didn’t miss the grunt of pain as he hugged my ribs. “You’re hurt.”

“Mostly bruised, one is cracked I think.”

Cas put his hand over my chest area, dispersing healing angelic light from his palms. YN stood in awe. “What is he?”

Her question had me back on the reality train. “Sorry, Cas, this is YN. She helped me bandage my ribs up. YN, this is Castiel. He’s an Angel.”

Cas went to shake her hand, but she hesitated. I explained. “She’s not human Cas. She’s a vampire.”

An angel blade appeared instantly, Cas’s body taking a defensive position. “Relax. She’s ok. She helped me. I promised to take her back with us.”

Castiel lowered his blade but not his guard. “Dean, it could be a trick.”

I nodded. “True, but she’s had plenty of opportunity to turn against me, yet she’s kept her word about not attacking me. I already had a talk with her about what happens if she does.”

The angel mildly relaxed and stowed the blade for future use. “I have an open rift for us to get out of here. YN, you can come as well, but any betrayal…”

She finished the sentence, “I know, will be the end of my existence. Trust me, I have no intention of hurting anyone, least of all Dean.”

We began walking briskly toward the rift, home. Then we heard company behind us, and not the friendly kind. This wasn’t Mr. Roger’s Neighbourhood. We took off running, and got about 10 feet from the rift before they caught up with us. I unsheathed my blade, and watched as Cas and YN did the same. The three of us stood back to back, while the rift floated like a vision just mere feet away.

There were a lot of them, all kinds, shapes and sizes. And they weren’t here for tea. We began slicing and stabbing what we could, all while keeping an eye on the way out. It began fizzing and sputtering shortly after, and we knew it was closing.

“You and Castiel have to go! I’ll hold them off!”

I shook my head. “No! You’re coming too!” I yelled back.

“Dean don’t be a stubborn ass! I’m not even human! I’m a monster for fuck sake! You have a life, a purpose! Don’t fucking throw it away because of me! Let me help!”

The rift fizzled again. “C’mon Dean. We have to move!”

Cas pulled my arm as I took one last look back at YN. She yanked a large werewolf back by the scruff of the neck, tossing him far from the shimmering opening. I could hear myself calling her name as I was dragged through before it closed. She looked back once more, smiling, then horror replaced the smile as a group of leviathans took huge chunks from her side.

I couldn’t get her off my mind. I’d only known her for a day, but it felt like a lifetime. She will always be in my heart. My YN.

@akshi8278

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Friday

A Weekend at the Josephs | Series Masterlist

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2778

Author’s Note: Yes! A new miniseries. This will run from today through Saturday (a little confusing because of when the story is set, I know) and then posting will return to normal :) also this totally had an author’s note the entire time. I don’t know what you’re talking about. Enjoy the chapter! (picture credit)

I idly tapped my fingers against the edge of the car door as I looked out the window at the passing trees. My parents were talking quietly in the front seat, going over their flight details and what they would do when they arrived in Oregon. The radio was playing, although I could just barely make out whatever pop song was on over the sound of their conversation.

“I don’t understand why I can’t just stay at home,” I said, interjecting myself into their conversation.

My mom sighed, having already heard this same argument from me three times this morning. She turned slightly over her shoulder so that I could see her face, but kept her attention on the road in front of her.

“It just gives me peace of mind to know that you’re with the Josephs, sweetheart. Staying home alone overnight can be scary. Besides, aren’t you and Tyler close?”

“But I’m twenty, Mom. I’m more than capable of taking care of myself now.”

“It’s only a weekend. It’s going to be over before you know it,” my dad added.

“Exactly. It’s just a weekend,” I mumbled.

“I know you’re capable of taking care of yourself, but I would rather you don’t have to worry about it.”

I crossed my arms and turned back to the window, deciding there was no point in fighting anymore. The argument had been lost the moment that I got into the car with my parents.

“Aren’t you excited to spend a weekend with Tyler?”

“No.”

“Why not? He’s your best friend.”

“Yeah, when he’s not too busy with his band.”

I could just make out the hint of a frown on my mom’s face, but she didn’t press the matter any further. It was probably for the best; my frustration about having to stay with the Josephs paired with the hurt of Tyler prioritizing his band over me would only lead to me talking my parents’ ears off about the entire situation, and I would rather not be pissed when I came face to face with Tyler’s family.

“I’m sure you’re going to have fun this weekend, darling. Have you made any plans with Sav?” my dad asked.

“Not yet.”

“You should do that.”

“I will.”

Our conversation came to a stop as my mom turned off the main road and into an all-too-familiar neighborhood. I tried to ignore the steadily growing feeling of discomfort in my stomach as we grew closer and focused on the comments my dad was making about renovations some of the families had done to their homes. Despite the distraction, I still felt like I might pass out by the time we pulled up outside the Joseph’s house.

“Are you going to be ok getting to the door by yourself?” my mom asked.

“Yeah, I’ll be ok,” I lied, not wanting to create more of a hassle for them.

My mom held out her arms and I awkwardly leaned over the center console to give her some semblance of a goodbye hug. My dad did the same shortly after, but gave me the added bonus of a kiss on the head. I scrunched my nose as he did so.

“We’ll be back Monday morning to pick you up. Make sure to send texts so we know you’re alive. Behave for Kelly and Chris. And, um, just try to have a nice time with Tyler, ok?” my mom smiled.

“I’ll try,” I said as I pulled my duffle bag into my lap. “Say hi to Aunt Nancy for me.”

“Will do,” my dad said.

There was a chorus of “I love you”s as I stepped out of the car and closed the door behind me. I waved to my parents through the window before turning and walking up the stone path that led to the front door. If they had driven away, I hadn’t heard it. My mind was too focused on getting to the door and getting inside without making a fool of myself.

Kelly opened the door shortly after I knocked with my shaky hands, obviously expecting my arrival. She smiled and ushered me inside, already telling me how nice it was to see me and how excited the family was for me to stay with them. I just returned her smile and tried not to get dirt all over the rug.

Her chatter eventually died down and I managed to chime in with a, “Thank you again for letting me stay here.”

“Oh, it’s no problem. We always enjoy having company and you’re no exception, Kae.”

“Thanks,” I smiled.

“Here, I’ll show you the guest room so you can set your things down.”

I readjusted my bag on my shoulder and followed Kelly up the stairs. Years of running around this house with Tyler and his siblings had already given me a pretty good idea of where everything was, but I was glad that I wouldn’t have to go wandering around upstairs until I found the right room.

“If you need anything to help you sleep, like a fan or something, don’t hesitate to let me know! I’d be happy to grab it for you.”

“Thanks, Mrs. Joseph. I appreciate it.”

“Of course. Oh, and Tyler should be getting home soon. He was out with friends this morning, but he said he would be back in the afternoon.”

Tyler. I had been so caught up with getting inside the house and talking to Kelly that I hadn’t even noticed his absence. At least I had some time to figure out my plan of action before he got back to the house.

“Ok,” I said, forcing a smile.

“Alright, I’ll leave you to it.”

Kelly turned and walked out of the room, closing the door most of the way behind her. Once I heard her walk down the stairs, I collapsed back onto the bed and buried my face in my hands. I had been here for all of five minutes and I already felt stressed beyond belief. 

How was I supposed to survive a whole weekend of this?

*     *     *

I lost track of how long I spent in the guest bedroom, messing around on my laptop and just generally hiding out from the family. Tyler seemingly hadn’t returned home yet either, giving me all the more reason to not interact with anyone for awhile longer. There would be plenty of time for the stress of that when dinnertime rolled around.

A text popped up in the corner of my screen as I was scrolling through Tumblr. The mere sight of Sav’s name was enough to make me smile; she was one of the few people that might actually have the power to get me out of the house for awhile. Another message followed shortly after.

Sav: sorry my shift just ended!!

Sav: what’s going on?

I had texted her awhile ago, saying that I was stressed out and already tired of being “here”. She had already heard me rant about my parents forcing me to stay with family friends while they went out of town for awhile, although I had never actually confirmed that I had lost the debate with my parents over it.

Kae: i’m stuck at tyler’s house for the weekend and i’m stRESSED. like his parents are so nice but it still makes me anxious, you know??

Sav: you’ve got this though! things with tyler might not be as awkward as you expect them to be

Kae: yeah, you’re right. i think i’m just going to be freaking out until he gets home. i haven’t seen him in like a week

Kae: also, before i forget, do you want to do something tomorrow? i’d really rather not be stuck at the house all day

I switched back over to Tumblr while I waited for her response. Downstairs, I could hear some commotion as someone arrived home. My heart was quick to start pounding in my chest, but I tried to ignore it and focus on the gifset that was currently looping on my screen.

Sav: i have plans with josh, but he said it’s cool if you want to tag along with us! we were just planning to get smoothies and hang out or something, there wasn’t really a plan

Kae: are you sure? i don’t want to ruin your date

Sav: yes, it’s totally ok! josh wants to see you anyway so it’s a win/win

Kae: ok :)

Before Sav had a chance to say anything else, there was a knock on my door. I immediately pushed myself into an upright position and switched from Tumblr to a new tab.

“Yeah?” I called.

The door pushed open slightly, revealing Tyler on the other side.

“Hi,” he smiled. “I was just coming to see what you were up to. My mom said you’ve been up here since you got dropped off.”

I closed my laptop and slid it off my lap, hoping it would distract from the blush on my cheeks. Tyler was now casually leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed, waiting until I fully invited him into the room.

“You know how I am,” I laughed. “I get stressed easily.”

“I know, it’s not a big deal. Do you mind if I come in?”

I looked around me for a moment, as if I needed to check if there was enough room for Tyler to sit. “Uh, yeah. Sure.”

I scooted over a little, leaving plenty of open space next to me for him to sit. He walked over and practically fell onto the bed, making both of us bounce. From where he was sitting, I could just make out the smell of his cologne. He had a bad habit of going a bit overboard with it when he hung out with his friends.

“I just wanted to catch up. It’s been awhile since we’ve seen one another and I figured, since you’re stuck here for the weekend, we might as well, right?”

My eyebrows furrowed for a moment, but Tyler didn’t seem to catch it. “And we’re best friends?”

“Right, that too,” he said, but he didn’t meet my eyes.

I took a moment to study his profile while he was busy looking at the ground. His eyelashes curled so nicely, highlighting what I could see of his chocolate brown eyes. My eyes slowly followed the line of his face, along the curve of his nose and down to his lips. He must have felt me staring, because he turned and met my eyes, bringing the blush straight back to my cheeks. I turned and looked at a plant that was sitting on a nearby dresser.

Now I remembered why it always hurt so bad when Tyler chose the band over me. It was deeper than just the fact that he had been my best friend for years, although I couldn’t deny the role that played in my feelings.

More than anything, it hurt because of the massive crush I had developed on him a few months ago.

“So what have you been up to lately?” Tyler asked, placing his hands behind him so he could lean back. “We haven’t really seen much of each other.”

“Yeah, because someone has been busy trying to get famous,” I said, lightly poking him with my foot. I hoped that making a lighthearted joke about the issue might open up some serious discussion.

It didn’t.

“I know, I know,” he said. “I’ve been meaning to make time for you, but new things just keep popping up all over the place. Not to mention the band drama.”

“Not the band drama,” I gasped. Tyler rolled his eyes at me.

“It’s serious, Kae.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know.”

“I know and that’s my fault. Anyway, I asked what you had been up to.”

I shrugged, “Not much. I’m just killing time until school starts up again, I guess.”

“What about your writing? Have you been doing that?”

“Well, yeah, but you already knew about that.”

“Are you ever going to let me read it?”

“Maybe one day.”

“But not today?” Tyler smiled. Me not letting him read my writing had become a running joke between the two of us.

“Not today.”

“Maybe I’ll stop letting you read my song lyrics until you start letting me read your stories.”

“Not fair!” I laughed.

Tyler made a confused face, only making me laugh harder. It was weird how quickly I had forgotten my frustration with him once he was sitting in front of me, but part of me was glad that I hadn’t kept my guard up. At the end of the day, he was still my best friend, even if sometimes I wished he was more.

There was a knock on the door, and a moment later Kelly had popped her head into the room.

“Dinner is ready,” she smiled.

“Ok, we’ll be down in a second,” Tyler said.

She closed the door, once again leaving just the two of us.

“Ready?” Tyler asked, turning to me.

“I think so.”

He reached out and placed a hand on my shoulder. A smile threatened to overtake my face, but I directed my attention elsewhere and put my energy into not doing exactly that.

“Don’t worry, I won’t let it get too awkward.”

“Thanks, Ty.”

“Alright, let’s go.”

*     *     *

I waited for Zack to finish washing his plate before stepping in front of the sink and cleaning my own. Most of the family was in the living room now, watching TV or talking to one another, and I was currently trying to decide if I would join them or slide back up to my room once again. Before I had a chance to come to a conclusion, Tyler joined me in the kitchen and leaned up against the counter.

“What are your plans for tonight?” he asked. 

I held back a laugh, knowing that he most likely hadn’t intended for his question to come off as a joke.

“Not sure yet,” I answered as I stuck my plate in the dishwasher. “Why do you ask?”

“I was just wondering if you wanted to hang out. You know, like chill in my room or something.”

I was relieved that Tyler’s offer gave me an excuse to not sit with the rest of the family in the living room, plus it gave me another opportunity to really talk to Tyler about the whole issue with him ditching me lately. He had already made it obvious that he was aware of it, but I wasn’t so sure that he really understood how badly it upset me. 

“Yeah, I’m down.”

“Sweet.”

I closed the dishwasher and followed Tyler up the stairs to his room. He immediately collapsed back onto his bed, but I stood in the middle of the room and took a moment to look around the room. It looked almost identical to the last time I had seen it - which was almost three months ago now - aside from the addition of unorganized stacks of lyrics and sheet music. There were also some half-colored sketches thrown in and stacks of CDs that he hadn’t yet gotten around to selling.

“You can sit, if you want,” he said.

“Right.”

I pulled his desk chair out and sat in it, spinning around to face him. He was leaned against the wall now, idly letting one hand run along the opposite forearm. Although I was looking at him, his gaze was still directed towards the ground.

“There’s something that I want to talk to you about,” he said.

I took a deep breath to calm the increase in my heart rate once again. “What is that?”

“What I said earlier, when I was talking about making more time for you, I just want you to know that I mean that. I know I’ve been really, really bad about it lately, and I can explain the whole story later, but I’m going to start making an effort. You’re just as, if not more, important to me and you deserve to be shown that.”

“I was actually going to talk to you about the same thing, so I appreciate that.”

“I’m actually, uh, hoping that this weekend will help make it up to you.”

“Do you have something planned?”

“Maybe,” he grinned.

I wanted to press him a little further, but assumed it wouldn’t lead to anything. When Tyler wanted something to stay secret, it stayed secret.

“And what’s the plan for tonight?”

“Video games, snacks, and staying up way later than we should.”

I smiled, “I think I can get behind that plan.”

Maybe this weekend wouldn’t be so bad, after all.

[sheabutterjezebel]

Bahamas Birthday Cruise 🇧🇸

June 15, 2019

I write this to you sunburned and happy with my life. I just got back from a 5 day 4 night cruise to the Bahamas with my long running “vanilla”, we are going to call him Mr. O. He’s 23 and has never let me lift a finger or pay for anything. I’m not going to lie I was skeptical too considering he is so young but I actually met him at work.

We left Monday from the Miami Port and it was so gloomy. I was so freaking nervous because I’ve never been on a trip with a man before and I knew I wouldn’t have service for awhile. However, the gloom and my nervous energy went away as the sun came out. We were on the 3rd deck with a large ocean view window. After he invited me he tried to upgrade but was informed that the cruise was at maximum capacity of 4,000 people holy cow.

This was the view right above the bed and honestly it seemed like the perfect spot. I had no motion sickness and would find myself staring out the window for most of the night after he drifted asleep. Due to the cruise spanning over my birthday he constantly asked if I was okay, if I was enjoying myself and even insisted that I get a massage on the boats 12th deck spa. I obliged because I wanted to soak up every part of the boat and not miss a moment of exploration ( kind of dumb but I still had fun).

The next day we hit Nassau at about 6:30 am. We got off the boat around 8 and for some reason we decided to walk from boat dock all the way to Atlantis. It was a good 2-3 miles, but we got to see the real deal Bahamas and not just what they show in the pictures.

Before I got too drunk and had to catch a taxi back to the boat I was able to catch some gorgeous pictures of Nassau, we went to Atlantis Beach Bar and they had us right with the drinks. He handed me about $200 for drinks as we were getting off the boat but then they told us you can only use your credit card so he said whatever and handed his card over.

The drinks were amazing. I ordered two drinks at a time because I’m extra and don’t give a fuck if I waste his money. The drinks did upset my stomach after I had about 4 because they were so strong and they ended up telling him to get me a club soda with lime to settle my stomach or make me vomit and considering my stomach condition it was the vomit route. He felt so bad we immediately caught a cab back to to the boat. I fell asleep in the cab but when I woke up and finally made it back to the room he was eager to give me something to make me feel better.

It was a gold link and some cash 😭. It was then that I realized I am sexual aroused when men gift me things on top of already giving me what I want. We literally had some great sex after this (with the chain on). We went from being fully clothed in the shower to sopping wet sex on the bed (with protection of course). After we finished we both passed out and went to sleep. I woke up before him and found myself staring at the window thankful for the immense amount of growth in my life. The next day day was spent at the cruise lines private island near the Bahamas. We went jet skiing, in a hot air balloon and we almost went zip lining but decided to pass because people kept getting stuck.

This man took me on an all expense paid cruise, bought all of my clothes for the cruise, gave me spending money that I did not spend and catered to my every need. We will not settle ladies, the world is our oyster. I’m a thick Black Sugar Baby that will succeed.

We are moving forwards not backwards ladies.

-Jezebel 💕

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Animal Instinct (Tony Stark x Reader)

Request: Hi! Could I request prompts 64 and 90 for Tony Stark? Thank you!

Words: 1836

Characters/Pairings: Tony x reader, Bruce Banner, Wanda, Vision, Animals

Warnings: A little angst, fluff, cursing

(Y/N) lounged in the comfy daybed nestled in the corner of the bright, spacious room. A book was resting on her knees and flowers danced in her hair. The room was designed to fit her personality – and powers. 

“Mr. Dougal, I already told you, I just fed you.” Her voice rang through the air like wind chimes.

“But Celia ate half!” A tiny voice buzzed from a glass tank on a stand next to the bed. 

“And I feed you both enough to split it,” She told the ornery Leopard gecko. A small humph sounded, along with the scuttle of claws on the basking rock. (Y/N) chuckled before returning to her book.

Animals and plants. That was her power. Talking to animals had come as naturally to her as it had with talking to people. Her parents had pulled her out of school at a young age, for the fear that their child would be ostracized. 

Not long after, she was sprouting flowers from nowhere. Flowers grew in any space they could. From the walls of her bedroom to the banister of the stairs. That was when her parents realized their daughter wasn’t just imaginative. She was a freak. 

   The first chance they had, they shipped her off to some facility for the mentally disturbed. It was there, seventeen years later, at the age of 26, did Tony Stark and Steve Rodgers find her.

   The two heroes showed up when they caught word that the headmaster of the facility was using some of the residents with gifts like hers to rob high profile banks. They saved her. Gave her a home. Gave her a reason to live.

She smiled to herself as she recalled that day when the metal door to her dark cell opened to reveal her salvation.

“Smiles like that might make someone think you're trying to seduce them.” An arrogant voice called from the doorway. She smirked. It took a long time for her to even be able to smile, let alone smirk.

“Only you, Mr. Stark. You’re the only one I’d try to seduce.” Flirting had only just become a part of her social arsenal. “Now, what is it you want? You never come to my room unless you want something.” She set down her book and leveled him with a steady smile.

“You know me too well…” He rubbed a hand over the back of his neck. “Listen, it’s for science.”

She rolled her eyes. “It’s always for science, with you.” Nevertheless, she stood from her bed, the cat lounging next to her giving her a disgruntled glare.

“I was comfy.”

“Too bad, your Majesty.” The woman waved the Russian Blue off. Turning her attention to Tony she said, “Lead the way, Mr. Stark.”

“How many times do I have to tell you to call me Tony? Mr. Stark makes me feel… I don’t know. Old.”

She chuckled and linked her arm with his as they walked down the hall to the elevator. “Just a few more, Mr. Old Man Stark.” He grunted at her.

Bruce was already waiting for them when they arrived at the lab. He gave (Y/N) a kind smile and thanked her for coming.

“So, what do we have in store for today?” She tilted her head. Bruce observed the slight color change on Tony’s cheeks as the bachelor watched his female companion, their arms still linked and he breast lightly brushing his arm. Bruce hid his smirk by taking a quick sip of coffee.

“Just some normal stuff, hooking you up to some machines and monitoring the energy waves around you when you use your powers.” Tony stiffly removed his arm from her hold. A small frown took over her face at the awkward action.

“Okay, need me to undress?” She asked Bruce. Next to her, Tony was as still as a board. His heart racing in his chest, hoping she couldn’t sense it with whatever power she had. She could.

“Yes, please. There are some gowns in the other room you can change into.” Bruce waved her to the door to their right. Giving him a nod, she made her way to the room, wondering what was wrong with Tony. 

Once she was gone, Bruce whipped around to smirk at Tony. The man raised a brow at his friend’s strange look.

“What? What?” Tony crossed his arms, shifting from foot to foot. He looked everywhere but at Bruce.

“You know what, Tony! You like her!” Bruce laughed.

“I do not!” Tony scoffed, “She’s like a sister to me!”

“Last I checked, brothers don’t usually drool at the idea of their sisters undressing.” Bruce sassed back.

Tony sputtered, searching for a comeback but failing. What could he say? That the girl he saved just a year ago ended up being the reason he got up in the morning? Just so he could see that sunshine smile and glittering eyes that lit up his world.

“Hey, man, don’t worry about it. She likes you, too.” Bruce reassured him, noticing the increasing panic in the genius’ eyes. Tony’s head snapped up.

“S-she does? Well- well should I- should I ask her out?” Never before had Tony Stark felt so nervous but excited at the same time. Normally, he’d be suave and seductive, but all of that was replaced with butterflies when he thought of the gifted woman.

“To be honest I could care less,” Bruce shrugged. “I just want these stolen glances and longing sighs to stop.”

“What do think this is? Some sappy, low-budget romcom? Or a fanfiction written by some lonely 19-year-old girl?” Tony tightened his stance, biting his lip.

“Okay, that was oddly specific, but no. Just tell her how you feel and get it over with.”

Tony was going to reply when the door to the other room opened. (Y/N) stepped out dressed in the stiff, boxy hospital gown, not showing an ounce of the curves Tony loved so much. She gave them a smile and hopped onto the examination table.

Bruce gave Tony a look and moved to the machine. “Alright, (Y/N), Tony’s going to hook you up and we can begin.” Tony’s head whipped to Bruce, who simply smiled. 

Tensely, Tony took the stick nodes and began sticking them to her temples and chest, careful not to touch her skin.

She noticed his aversion to touch her. When she linked arms with him, and now when he was fixing her up to the machine.

“Are you alright, Mr. Stark?” She asked, tilting her head to look up at his shadowed face. He grunted in reply, not an affirmation but not a denial. Her brows furrowed.

After setting her up and a few tests, (Y/N) was dressed again and storming to her room, slamming the door. It could be heard around the entire compound.

“Jeez, who was that?” Wanda asked as she enters the kitchen with Vision, Tony, and Bruce already there. Bruce just glared at Tony who only looked down at his bowl of cereal.

“Ugh! Who does he think he is? Every time I try to get closer to him, past flirting, he just shoots me down! Like, if you don’t like me, then just tell me! Rather than just letting me hope needlessly that we would ever be anything!” (Y/N) was pacing her room, animals watching her move from their tanks and perches.

“Maybe he’s scared of you?” Harper the crested gecko spoke.

“Or he’s just shy.” Nesta the Hedgehog piped in.

“Hah, Tony? Scared, shy? Not likely!” (Y/N) chucked a stuffed flower at the wall, a gift from the matter of debate. She paused, staring at that smiling cartoon face adorning the flower. 

“You like him, don’t you?” Mr. Dougal asked.

“I do… I like him a lot…” She hung her head. “I’ve never felt this way for anyone before. I’m scared of the outcome should I ever admit my feeling to him.”

The animals were silent as she slumped onto a beanbag chair, her head hanging back.

Hours passed with her staring at her ceiling, thinking about that damn billionaire, playboy philanthropist. Her animals had long abandoned her for their warm cubbies and hiding holes. The flowers growing has also closed up for the night.

A knock at the closed door had her finally looking away from the white ceiling, her eyes burning a bit. She hefted herself up and dragged her feet to the door, not really in the mood for company.

“Yes?” She asked tiredly.

“Hey…”

She stopped at the sound of his voice. She took a step back. 

“What do you want? Here to show me how much you actually don’t like being around me?” She sounded so pathetic to her own ears. But she couldn’t hide the disappointment anymore.

“Wha- no. No, of course not. Why would you- why would you think that?” He was shocked. Was that what she really thought of him? That he doesn’t like her?

“Well, you’re always stiff and awkward and you never want to… touch me…” She sniffed rubbing a hand over her nose, hiding her face with her hair. “I thought we were- I thought you wanted something more, from all the flirting… But I guess I was wrong…”

“(Y/N) …” Tony reached for her but hesitated. Would she even want to be touched by him? Maybe not… But… Tossing caution to the wind, Tony pulled her into a tight embrace. 

“I know- I know I’m not the most pleasant guy to be around. But you’re always so… caring. You care more about me than I do for myself. And I – I love that about you. I don’t hate you… in fact… “He took a deep breath, “I love you so fucking much.” He buried his face in her hair, refusing to see her expression.

“T-Tony…” Tears leaked from her eyes, dropping like liquid diamonds into his chest. His arc reactor seeming to glow brighter. Her arms constricted tighter around his torso, her lips pressing into his neck.

Her hair, running his fingers down her spine. Goosebumps rose in their wake. She shook her head, pressing herself closer to his body.

“It doesn’t matter anymore… Just knowing the man I love, loves me back… it’s enough.” A small smile grew on her face. His fingers brushed her cheek, drawing her to look up at him. His eyes were like fire and the intensity burned her to the core.

His eyes dropped down to her lips, his gaze causing her to lick her lips. Biting her lip, she rose closer to his face. It was all he needed to crush his lips against hers in a searing kiss that imprinted both of their souls.

Down the hall whispers and cheers could be heard. 

“About time!” Sam’s voice called. Breaking apart, Tony rolled his eyes and tilted his head up, talking into the room.

“JARVIS, set off the sprinklers in the hall.”

“Yes, sir.”

Screams filled the hall.

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TVD fanfic 9X03 (part 2) Hope you enjoy!=)

Cut to – next day, Alaric’s office. Caroline and Alaric talking.

ALARIC: What? How is that even possible, Caroline?!

CAROLINE: I know it sounds crazy, that’s why I wanted to tell you myself. Also, so you wouldn’t freak out if you saw him…

ALARIC: He is alive?

CAROLINE: Yes, Lexi too. Unfortunately, so is Katherine, she took one of the house rooms but don’t worry, we locked her in last night; so, she isn’t going anywhere.

ALARIC: I still can’t understand… how?

CAROLINE: Well, seems like when Bonnie linked to the source she linked to everything in existence… and some lost, or unfulfilled souls caught a ride back with her… I guess? I really can’t understand it either… but, they are in fact back and very much alive.

ALARIC: I have to talk to Bonnie… this can’t be good.

CAROLINE: Didn’t you hear me? Stefan is alive, how is that not a good thing?

ALARIC: I did hear you Caroline, and I’m happy for you, but you know that there are always horrible consequences with these types of things…

CAROLINE: Not always Ric, and we don’t even know what “these types of things” really are, so, I would appreciate some positivity and support.

ALARIC: I’m sorry, this is just a bit much for 8am. Have you told the girls?

CAROLINE: Not yet, I want us to tell them together. I asked them to meet us here after their first class.

ALARIC: So, where is Stefan now?

CAROLINE: He’s still asleep in my room.

ALARIC: And Lexi?

CAROLINE: She took off early this morning.

ALARIC: We’ve been through some pretty crazy things before, but this definitely tops it… Have you told Elena?

CAROLINE: Not yet, she went back to Whitmore last night, and I really don’t think this type of news should be given over the phone, so I’ll drive up to see her in a couple of days.

ALARIC. Make sure you get some drinks in her first…

CAROLINE: Oh, for sure!

ALARIC: Listen, Radka talked to the student’s parents, asked them if they would be fine with us having a memorial…

CAROLINE: Yes, of course!

ALARIC: They want nothing to do with us, don’t want us at the funerals, don’t want to hear or see us ever again…

CAROLINE: What? Why?

ALARIC: Can you blame them? I mean, if their kids hadn’t come to this school, they would probably be alive…

CAROLINE: We don’t know that; they were targets to that freakshow of a cult, they would have gotten to them here, or anywhere else.

ALARIC: Well, whatever the case, we have to respect their wishes.

CAROLINE: I know, but we are still having a memorial in their honor.

ALARIC: Radka said the same, she’s already prepping everything, the ceremony will be tomorrow evening.

CAROLINE: Good… (they hear Bonnie screaming, they run out).

 Cut to - Bonnie sleeping in her room; she is screaming; Damon runs in and finds her shaking and elevating, along with everything in the room.

DAMON: Bon-Bon? Bon? Bon, wake up!

 Bonnie wakes up, everything drops back to normal.

 DAMON: Bon, are you O.K? 

BONNIE: I’m fine, what are you doing in my room? I was sleeping…

DAMON: You were screaming so I came to check on you. Found you and everything else in this room floating… You scared me half to death...

BONNIE: Sorry, must have been having a nightmare… had way too many shots last night…

 Stefan comes running in, Alaric and Caroline briefly after.

 STEFAN: What’s going on? Bonnie, are you O.K?

CAROLINE: What happened? We heard you screaming…

BONNIE: Just a bad dream is all.

DAMON: Oh, it was more than that, Bon! The entire room looked like a scene from the exorcist!

BONNIE: I’m fine Damon, so drop it.

DAMON: Literally what happened with everything, including yourself, when you woke up, Bon…

ALARIC: Do you remember anything? Any images, flashes?

BONNIE: Nothing visual… all I remember is having a terrible feeling that something was very wrong…

CAROLINE: Oh my god Bonnie! (Hugs her) Listen, I think that what you need is to rest, and some good old-fashion pampering; you haven’t had any downtime after everything you just went through…

BONNIE: I really don’t feel like sleeping after this…

CAROLINE: You don’t have to sleep, just rest, OK? I’ll bring you some breakfast in bed, we can watch some T.V, just tune out for a bit…

BONNIE: That actually sounds kind of nice… but what about our little roomie problem? Not to mention our little “where is Waldo” situation. We really need to deal with that.

CAROLINE: Don’t worry about Katherine, we’ll make sure she stays put, and, we’ll deal Mr. MIA later. For now, let’s just take a breather.

DAMON: I agree with Blondie, Bon, let’s take some timeout before the Avengers reassemble…

BONNIE: Well, guess there is nothing wrong with taking some downtime…

CAROLINE: Great! These guys (referring to Alaric and Stefan) and I will go make breakfast. (They leave the room).

DAMON: (Puts on the TV) OK, Bon, so what’s it gonna be? GoT?

BONNIE: (Gives him a smirk) You know me too well… (Damon gives her a wink).

Cut to Salvatore kitchen – Caroline and Stefan are making pancakes, Alaric is attempting to help.

 ALARIC: (To Stefan) So, welcome back…

STEFAN: Thank you, Ric, not sure you would be too thrilled by it…

ALARIC: Hey, we are passed all that, I really am glad that you are back (bro hug). (To Caroline) So, I talked to Radka, her and Sergei will help run things while we figure this whole thing out.

CAROLINE: That’s great; Bonnie needs our full support. Can you even imagine what she is going through?

ALARIC: Not even a little bit. Having that much power…

CAROLINE: And dealing with what that asshole almost made her do. Never thought I would ever say this but, we should’ve listened to Damon.

STEFAN: Anyone care to fill me in? I was dead for quite a while…

ALARIC: Didn’t you guys do that last night?

CAROLINE: We decided not to go into that and let this (referring to Stefan being back) sink in first; it’s not every day a person comes back from the dead. Listen (kisses Stefan), what do you say if, later today, you and I go to our spot… I’ll put you up to date then.

STEFAN: That sounds great.

CAROLINE: For now, let’s have breakfast and binge some GoT, which I’m sure is what Bonnie and Damon are watching… and we’ll take it from there.

STEFAN: Can I have an aspirin first? Forgot about this nasty human side-effect…

ALARIC: Here, take one of these (opens a counter, gives him a pill), works for me every time. (To Caroline) What about the girls? I thought we were talking to them after first period.

CAROLINE: I was thinking that we can talk to them after school instead? We can hide Stefan for a few hours.

ALARIC: Sounds like a plan. You guys mind if I leave after breakfast? I need to keep researching this source thing…

CAROLINE: Of course, the more we know about it, the more we can help Bonnie.

Cut to – Matt and Khuyana at their house. They are lying in bed.

 MATT: I’m so happy you are back, I missed you so much (kisses her). You have no idea how crazy these past days have been.

KHUYANA: I can only imagine… from what you told me, sounds straight out of a horror movie. I’m really glad you are O.K, but promise me you will be careful, this is dangerous ground you’re walking on…

MATT: I promise…

KHUYANA: Tell you what, let me go make us some breakfast, we’ll eat in bed.

MATT: That sounds amazing, I’ll come with you.

KHUYANA: No, it’s fine, sleep for a bit, you need it. I’ll be back in a few. (kisses him and leaves, Matt gets a call).

MATT: Hello Mayor, is everything O.K?

EDWARD POWELL: Sorry to disturb you on your day off Sheriff, just wanted to let you know that the “situation” has been handled, I’ll brief you in detail tomorrow morning.

MATT: Thanks for letting me know.

EDWARD POWELL: It’s my duty, Sheriff. I’ll leave you to rest now, you’ll need it for what is coming… Good day.

 Matt hears Khuyana scream and sounds of a struggle; comes running down with his gun. Finds her arm locking an intruder on the floor, he is faced down.

 MATT: (Pointing his gun at the intruder) Don’t move! (To Khuyana) What happened?

KHUYANA: I came downstairs, found him in the kitchen so I arm-locked him… (to the intruder) not on my watch!

MATT: (Points the gun to the intruder’s head) Listen, you piece of….

TYLER: Matt, Matt! Don’t shoot, it’s me…

MATT: Tyler? What the…

Cut to – some weird old mansion library.

 MAN’S VOICE: Well, that didn’t go as expected… I’m quite disappointed, I thought you had everything under control?  

DARIUS: Everything is under control, granted there were some unexpected twists, but I will handle it.

MAN’S VOICE: I trust you will, we are running out of time, and I’m running out of patience.  

Cut to – Salvatore mansion, Katherine in her room.

 KATHERINE: (To herself) It’s a beautiful day to be alive! (Admires herself in the mirror, gives her self a smirk).

Rebirth agrees with me, I look so young!… (lip signs as she is looking at herself in the mirror) H-O-T (winks at her reflection). God, I’m starving! Wonder what these losers have in their fridge… (Tries to open the door and realizes she is locked in). Those little…

Cut to – Bonnie’s room, the gang is having breakfast and watching GoT. Caroline gets a call from Matt.

 CAROLINE: (Before she picks up…) Guys, it’s Matt, should I tell him about (looking at Stefan) well, you know?...

BONNIE: I think it’s better if you ask him to come over, we’ll tell him in person…

CAROLINE: True. (Answers the call) Hey Matt! How are you?

MATT: Care, I really need you to come by my house…

CAROLINE: Is everything O.K?

MATT: Everything is fine… I think, not sure…just, please come over.

CAROLINE: I was about to tell you the same thing… we really need to talk to you too…

MATT: Care, I can’t right now… I’m in the middle of a very strange situation, it’s either that or I’ve gone completely mad…

CAROLINE: What happened Matt?

MATT: Care, really, if I could tell you over the phone I would, but you can’t say these types of things over the phone, plus it would help if you see for yourself, and verify that Khuyana and I are not insane…

CAROLINE: (Putting the pieces of the puzzle together) Wait… does this have to do with… well, let’s just say, Night of the Living Dead thing? (Pause for a bit) How did you find out about Stefan?

MATT: Wait, what? Stefan? What about Stefan?

CAROLINE: You know… Lexi and Katherine too…

MATT: What?! No, wait… I’m talking about Tyler…

CAROLINE: Oh my god! Tyler too!!!

MATT: So much for not talking about this over the phone… What the hell is going on?

CAROLINE: Tyler is alive!!!! (To the gang) Guys, Tyler is alive!!!

 They all look incredibly happy, except for Damon who seems a bit more worried than happy.

 MATT: Wait, so Stefan, Lexi, Katherine, and Tyler are alive? … Wonder if anyone else rose from their tomb… Listen, we definitely need to talk about this in person, all of us, we’ll head to the mansion.

CAROLINE: Perfect, see you soon. (Hangs up).

DAMON: So, wolf-boy caught a ride too… good for him, he was gone way too soon (everyone gives him a look).

BONNIE: You are lucky no one seems to remember exactly how they died… except for Katherine for some strange reason…

CAROLINE: Speaking of, we should check up on our little house guest…

 Cut to -Katherine’s room, she is desperately trying to open the door. The gang walks in, Caroline sustains her.

 DAMON: Should have gone for the window Kitty Kat, I’m sure you would’ve landed on all four…

KATHERINE: Let me out of here! I just needed a night’s rest. I’ll be on my way now.

CAROLINE: Not that I would want anything more, but there is no way in hell we are going to let you out until we figure this whole thing out.

KATHERINE: What is there to figure out, Barbie? I was dead, now I’m alive, there is justice in the world, the end! (To Stefan) By the way, didn’t get a chance to tell you last night, but you are looking fine! (Gives him a smirk)

STEFAN: Listen, Katherine, you need to tell us what you remember…

KATHERINE: I thought I made it clear last night, you and Damon… (shakes her index finger) bad, bad, bad… And don’t even get me started on you Bonnie, except you, get a free pass for the ride.

 Alaric comes in the room.

 KATHERINE: Oh great, professor Xfailure is here…

ALARIC: Bonnie, I found something… you need to come with me.

BONNIE: Sure.

DAMON: I’m coming with, my allergies are starting to kick in (gives Katherine a look. Alaric, Bonnie, and Damon leave the room).

STEFAN: (To Katherine) You are going to need to stay put for a while, so, just kill some time… you can look at yourself in the mirror all day, I know you love to do that. We’ll be back.

KATHERINE: (As they are leaving and locking her up again) Stefan, don’t you dare! Stefan! (In resignation, stands in front of the mirror admiring herself).

Cut to – Salvatore mansion library

 ALARIC: (Hands Bonnie an old book) Look at this…

BONNIE: Ric, this can't be real…

DAMON: What’s going on, Bon? Let me see…(Reads) No… this is impossible…

ALARIC: I think we are way passed impossible by now…

 Cut to - Salvatore living room, Caroline and Stefan coming down the stairs. The doorbell rings.

 CAROLINE: That must be Matt and Tyler!

STEFAN: That was fast…

 Caroline opens the door.

  KLAUS: Hello, love...

TO BE CONTINUED...

TVD Fanfic 9x03 (part 3) coming soon! Hope you stop by, read and enjoy!=)

[bamby0304]

The Hart III: Secrets

Chapter Five- 1973

Series Masterlist

Summary: Three months… Dean was gone for three months and now he’s back. He’s back and he truly has no idea how much things have changed. Life moved on while Dean was in Hell, and now things are complicated. With new faces and troubles right around the corner, will the trio find a way to come back together? Or has all hope been lost?

Warnings: Angst.

Bamby

EPOV

The sound of someone moving around the hotel room had me roll on the couch so I could face whoever it was. But I hadn't needed to turn to know who was moving about. I'd known it was Sam.

"You're going, aren't you?"

He froze at the sound of my soft voice, looking at me as if he were a deer caught in headlights. "Uh... yeah..."

Sighing, I threw my blanket off and sat, looking up at him. "And what do you want me to tell him if he wakes up?" I asked, nodding to Dean.

Glancing briefly at his brother, Sam shrugged. "You'll think of something." Tugging his jacket on, her started for the door.

I found myself focusing on a stain on the ground as I spoke again. "When are you going to tell him? About Ruby? The demons? Everything?"

He paused at the door, his hand on the handle. "When are you going to tell him about your boyfriend?"

Tensing, I fell silent as I watched him walk out without another word. What we'd said was too heavy to really respond to. There was no right answer we could provide. Both of us knew that our secrets weren't good. They weren't all bad but they definitely weren't good.

Sam knew Dean would disapprove of his extracurricular activities. He knew his brother wouldn't like that Ruby had been by his side, helping with said activities for months now.

At the same time, I knew telling Dean about my boyfriend… well it was complicated.

I'd always said I wasn't the type to settle down, commit, find someone and decided to stay with them. I'd been the kind of girl to go from person to person, and I enjoyed the ride. Having no strings attached seemed like the only way for me. Until him. Tristan.

At the thought of him, I was reminded of the ache inside me. For the last few days it had been getting worse and worse, almost making me sick. Part of me was wondering if it was because of all this distance from him.

Groaning, I reached over to my bag and grabbed the small bottle of pills that sat in the front pocket. Getting to my feet, I moved over to the bathroom to get a drink and wash my face, hoping the pills might help me get some sleep.

DPOV

Screams, everywhere. I could hear them all. Feel it all. It was like I'd never left. Like I was cursed to repeat it over and over for the rest of my life. Torture from the torture I'd already gone through.

Hell.

When Meg- while in Sam's body- had described Hell, I hadn't really understood what she meant. But now I did.

There was nothing on Earth that I could compare Hell to. Nothing so painful or terrifying. There was no way I could adequately describe what it was like there.

Pain, blood, screams, all the horrors you could imagine and so much more. All of it plagued my mind as I tried desperately to get some kind of sleep.

I woke up with a start, covered in a thin layer of sweat, my breath come out ragged and faster than usual.

"Hello, Dean."

At the sound of someone's voice, I sat up and turned quickly, finding Castiel sitting on my bed.

"What were you dreaming about?" he asked, turning to look at me, a knowing look in his eyes.

Instead of answering I shifted into a more comfortable sitting position, shoving my jacket- that I'd been using as a blanket- off. "What, do you get your freak on by watching other people sleep? What do you want?"

"Listen to me. You have to stop it."

"Stop what?"

But just like how I'd dodged his question, he didn't answer. Instead he raised his hand and pressed two fingers to my forehead. I'm exactly sure what he did to me, but suddenly I was out like a light.

EPOV

Drying my hair with the crappy hotel towel, I walked out of the bathroom only to come to a stop.

Sitting there, on Dean's bed, was Castiel. But that wasn't all that was different. Now Dean was gone. Which meant I was alone, with an angel...

"Where's Dean?"

He rose from the bed and walked around to stand in the middle of the room, now facing me completely.

If he wasn't so powerful and intimidating, and I wasn't taken, I probably would have tried flirting with him. They guy was hot. I mean, hot. Tall, dark and mysterious. The slight shadow of hair growing on his face- too short to be shaved yet- and the way his clothes sat haphazardly, it all just added to his attractiveness.

"Dean's gone."

His answer pushed my nerves down as an annoyance grew. I knew Dean was gone, I wanted to where he went. "Where is he?"

"It's none of your concern."

Taking a step closer to the angel, I glared at him, ignoring the fact my mind was telling me to back off. "Look, I don't care who you are, and I certainly don't care about whatever plans you have for this war you should be fighting yourself." Dean had told us what Castiel had told him about Lucifer and Lilith. "Dean is my concern. He's my friend. He's family. So, you will tell me where he is."

He seemed so unfazed as he looked down at where I now stood barely a step away from him. "Or what?"

"Or I'll do whatever it takes to makes sure Dean doesn't do what you want him to do. I'll convince him to hate you and your kind, to distrust you all, to never believe a single word that passes through your lips." When he opened his mouth to respond, I went on, "And before you say I can't... there isn't much I can't do once I set my mind to it. So, tell me where he is. Now."

DPOV

"Move it buddy. You can't sleep here."

My eyes shot up as I woke and sat up. I was outside, the sun bright and shinning down on me to a point where I could hardly see as my eyes adjusted.

Standing by me was a cop, looking less than impressed with me.

"Okay..." I had no idea what the hell he was going on about. "Sleep where?"

"Anywhere but here." He gestured to where I was lying before walking off.

I sat up and frowned at the bus stop bench I'd been asleep on. Whatever Castiel did to me, he sent me somewhere that clearly wasn't my hotel room. Which meant he left Liz and Sam there without me and they had no idea where I was.

Pulling out my phone, I went to call them but found I had no signal. "Perfect." With a groan I got up and walked across the road, heading over to a place called Jay Bird's Diner.

Walking in, I looked around the joint. There was some kind of old music playing in the background as people sat around eating food and drinking coffee. It was like any other diner.

Moving to the counter, I took a seat next to a guy, looking over at him. "Hey, where the hell am I?"

He turned to me, answering. "Jay Bird's Diner."

I knew that. "Yeah, thanks. I mean, uh... city and state."

The corner of his lip rose a little before he filled in the blanks. "Lawrence, Kansas."

Sighing, I faced the counter again. "Lawrence." Great...

"Hey, you okay buddy?"

"Yeah, tough night."

Nodding, he gestured to the waiter behind the counter. "Hey, uh, coffee here, Reg."

Pulling out my phone, I showed it to him, hoping he could help me with the signal problem as well. "Can you tell me where I can get reception on this thing?"

"The USS Enterprise?" he gave a short chuckle, turning back to the newspaper in front of him.

The waiter came over then, placing the coffee in front of me. He was dressed like he'd just stepped out of a cliched '70s hippie movie. With the moustache, shaggy hair and flared pants, the whole outfit screamed flower power.

"Thanks... nice threads. You know Sonny and Cher broke up, right?" I grinned into my cup, taking a sip.

"Sonny and Cher broke up?" the guy next to me asked, sounding genuinely shocked. Even the waiter looked surprised.

Wait... what?

Turning around, I gave the place a better look, and only just realised what I'd miss before. The bad hair-dos, clothes, music. Even the furniture and style of the place seemed off, out dated. It was like...

Looking to the guy next to me again, I glanced at his newspaper, reading the date. Monday, April 30, 1973.

Son of a bitch. Castiel sent me back in time.

"Hey, Winchester."

I turned to see an older man walking into the diner, headed straight for the counter, moving to the guy next to me.

"Son of a bitch." The old guy shook his hand. "How you doing, Corporal?"

The guy next to me smiled. "Hey, Mr D."

"I heard you were back."

"Yeah, a little while now."

"Good to have you home, John, damn good."

John. "Dad?" I muttered to myself, still watching the exchange.

"Well, say hello to your old man for me." The older man gave John a pat on the shoulder as he started to head over to another table.

"You got it, Mr D," John called before he shifted to face his paper again, only to notice me staring at him. "Do we know each other?"

With wide eyes, I took a moment to respond as I tried to not freak out. "I guess not," I managed to say as I reached for my coffee again.

After a beat, John grabbed his jacket and started to get up. "Take it easy, pal," he told me before moving for the door.

"Yeah." I nodded, watching him.

The moment he was out the door I was up and following him. There was no way in hell I was letting him go that easy. I mean, it's my dad after all.

I was following my dad- the younger, 70s version of him. Keeping a distance that meant I could duck away and not be seen if he turned, but close enough so I could keep track of him. That's what I wanted, to keep track of him. To make sure he was okay. Safe.

As I walked around the corner, I'd been expecting to see dad walking, but instead I found myself almost bumping into Castiel and Liz.

"Whoa." Liz lifted her hand to her head as she tried to stay standing.

I stepped forward to grab her arm and help keep her steady. "You okay?"

She nodded gently, moving closer to me as she closed her eyes to shield them from the light. "Just need a minute."

Shaking my head, I turned to glare at the angel. "What is this?" I asked, gesturing to our surroundings.

His voice was as flat as it usually was when he answered. "What does it look like?"

"Is it real?"

"Very."

"Okay, so what? Angels got their hands on some DeLoreans? How did I get here?"

"Time is fluid, Dean." He turned away from me, looking around us. "It's not easy, but we can bend it on occasion."

"Well bend it back or tell me what the hell we're doing here!"

He nodded to Liz. "She's here because she's demanding and annoying." Liz flipped him off in response, while he just went on, "I already told you why you're here. You have to stop it."

"Stop what? Huh? What, is there something nasty after my dad?"

A car horn went off, catching my attention. I turned to see what was going on and then turned back to Castiel, only he was gone.

"Oh, come on! What, are you allergic to straight answers, you son of a bitch?!"

"He's a dick." Liz sighed, stepping away from me a little, still rubbing her temples. "But he sent you here for a reason, so let's just get to work. Okay?"

"Okay." I nodded, following as she started to walk down the path in the direction I'd been going before. "You sure you're all right though?"

"I'm fine Dean."

EPOV

Walking next to Dean, I followed him into a car dealership. In a moment or two I spotted her. The Impala. She was as gorgeous now as she was in the future.

Smiling widely, I stepped up to her and crouched down, running a hand over her hood. "Hey, Baby."

Dean chuckled as he stood next to me. "I swear you love her almost as much as I do."

"Can you blame me?" I asked, grinning up at him.

"A fine young man like yourself, just starting out? How about I take off another two hundred and fifty?" a man asked from a car close to baby. It was a 1967 Volkswagen Samba Bus, cream and white. Nice, but no Impala.

The young man he offered the deal to thought about it for a moment before nodding with a smile on his face. "Let's do it."

I stood, looking the guy up and down, seeing the resemblance almost instantly. "That's your dad," I noted in a hushed voice as I leaned a little closer to Dean.

"Yeah. That's my dad." He nodded, shifting so he was leaning on Baby's hood. Once the car salesman walked off towards the office, Dean spoke up, getting his dad's attention, "That's not the one you want."

Startled, John turned to us before frowning accusingly at Dean. "You following me?"

"No, no, I was just passing by," Dean lied as he pushed off Baby's hood. "I never got to thank you for that cup of coffee this morning. I was a little out of it."

"More than a little." John grinned.

Dean gestured to me. "Found my friend, so things are looking better." Turning back to his dad, he went on. "Let me repay the favour." He gave Baby's hood a pat. "This is the one you want."

"Oh yeah, you- you know something about cars?"

"Yeah... yeah, my dad taught me everything I know." Dean nodded with a nostalgic look in his eyes. "And this. This is a great car." Pushing off the hood, I turned and opened her up as Dean and John came to take a look inside. "Three-twenty-seven four-barrel," Dean started.

"Two hundred and seventy-five horses," I added.

"A little TLC and this thing is cherry," Dean finished.

"You know man, you're right." John nodded. Just looking at him, you could see the admiration he had for the car. I could tell why he'd bought it all those years ago- or, now, I guess.

Dean gestured to her van behind us. "Then what are you buying that thing for?"

Pulling away from Baby's hood, John shrugged. "I kinda promised someone I would."

"Over a '67 Chevy?" Dean chuckled. "I mean, come on, this is the car of a lifetime. Trust me, this thing's still gonna be badass when it's forty."

After considering it for a moment, John pulled back and offered his hand to Dean. "John Winchester. Thanks."

Dean shook his hand. "Dean Van Halen, and thank you." He gestured to me. "And this is-"

"Elizabeth Rose Hart." I smiled, offering my hand to John. "I just want to thank you as well. For helping Dean out this morning."

"It's no problem," John assured me.

"I was in pretty rough shape this morning, huh?" Dean chuckled.

Grinning, amused, John moved to Baby's open windows, taking a look inside. "No kidding."

"I've been hung over before but, hey, I was, I was getting chills in that diner. You didn't feel any of those cold spots, did you?" Dean asked, trying to keep it casual.

John shook his head. "Nope."

Dean kept trying. "I swore I smelled something weird too, you know? Like... like rotten eggs. You didn't happen to smell any sulfur by chance?" Either he was trying to figure out if John was a hunter, or if something was after him.

"No," John answered, still checking Baby out.

"There been any cattle mutilations in town recently?"

Before John could respond or freak out, I quickly spoke cut in, "Sorry about him. It's his hangover, I swear. Alcohol does weird things to him."

John calmed slowly, looking from me to Dean. "Yeah, okay."

"I'm gonna go get some food into him. But, uh, take care of yourself okay, John?" Offering him a smile I started backing up, grabbing Dean's hand to drag him along.

"Yeah, sure," John called to us as we left.

Once we were out of the dealership, Dean turned to glare at me. "What the hell? We can't just leave him."

"We're not. We're gonna follow him. Without being seen." Walking up to a car parked on the side of the street, I nodded at the car door, opening it with my mind. "Now get in."

DPOV

Liz parked a couple house down from where dad stopped. The two of us watched as he got out of Baby- which he just bought- and leaned against her, waiting. Not too long after a woman around Liz's age came out of a sweet, blue house, rushing over to John with a wide smile on her face.

I frowned, taking in the exchange between dad and the woman. It didn't take long for me to realise who she was.

"Mum?"

Liz shifted in her seat, leaning forward to try and get a better look. "That's your mum?"

"Yeah..."

We'd followed mum and dad to the diner again. It was dark now. The two of them were seated at a booth inside, drinking milkshakes, on a date. Liz and I were outside, watching through a window, hiding in the shadows.

"Sammy, wherever you are, mum is a babe," I muttered to myself. Liz chuckled beside me. "I'm going to hell... again."

"You're not wrong. She's gorgeous," Liz noted as she continued to watch my parents. "Both of them. I can see why the Winchester are so irresistible."

I turned to her then, grinning down at her. "You think I'm irresistible?"

Slowly she looked up at me. She didn't say anything, but the look in her eyes told me enough. I could practically see what she was thinking as her eyes searched mine, and surprisingly, I didn't see the desire I was used to seeing.

If I was being honest, there was desire there. But it was as if there was something else pushing it away, smothering it, telling her not to feel that way. There was a conflict in her eyes, and it worried me.

EPOV

"Why are you following us?"

Dean and I only had a moment to turn to Mary- who was now behind us- before she attacked.

Going for Dean first, she kneed him in the stomach and then grabbed me, pushing me to the wall before lifting her fist to punch me. But before she could, Dean shoved her away from me. Her attention was back on him now as he tried to dodge all her punches and kicks.

"Are you crazy?" he panted, dodging yet another one of her punches.

"You've been trailing us since my house."

He managed to grab her arm before she could hit him. "I don't know what you're talking-"

Cutting him off. kicking him in the stomach again. "Really?"

As Dean stumbled back, leaning forward, I could see she was about to get him again. I stepped forward now, grabbing her arm and pushing her against the wall before she could hurt Dean anymore.

"Be careful," Dean warned me.

"I am," I assured him. Mary struggled against my hold, drawing my attention to her again. "Look, you can either keep fighting or-" My eyes landed on her charm bracelet. Her silver bracelet with protective charms hanging from it. Pulling back, I waited for her to turn and face me before I asked, "Are you... are you a hunter?"

Dean and I stepped out of the shadows by Mary's house once we heard John drive off.

"Dean and Elizabeth, right?" Mary asked as she watched as move toward her. "I'm not sure you should come in."

"You can trust us," Dean assured her. "I mean, come on, we're all hunters, right? I mean, we're- we're practically family."

I could only imagine what this must feel like for him. I knew it would be amazing, to see his parents like this, alive, young, happy and healthy. But at the same time, it must be torture, having to hide who he is. Tip-toeing around every conversation and move he makes, not wanting to mess anything up. It had to be hard.

Mary shook her head. "Yeah, thing is, my dad, he's a little, um..."

"Oh, I gotta meet him." Dean was excited, but I understood why.

Mary frowned, confused. "You've heard of him?"

Dean hesitated a moment before giving a short shrug. "Clearly not enough."

Sighing, she shook her head again as she started for the house. Dean and I were a step behind.

I leaned in closer to him, talking so she wouldn't hear us. "Are you sure this is the best idea? Couldn't this mess up our whole future? Shouldn't we just be observing or something?" I'd seen enough sci-fi movies to know travelling to the past was never a good thing.

"Castiel sent me here to stop something. Can't do that from the shadows," he noted, sounding so sure of himself.

DPOV

Mary had brought us into her home, and lead us to the living room where her father sat on a recliner, reading an old lore book. She'd introduced Liz and I to him, but he clearly wasn't interested.

"So, you're hunters? Well, tell me something, you kill vampires with wooden stakes or silver?" he asked.

"Neither," Liz answered.

"You cut their heads off," I finished, causing Mary to smile a little from where she stood on my other side. "So, did we pass your test?"

"Yep," he answered shortly, closing the book and setting it on the table next to him. "Now get out of my house."

"Dad!"

"I don't trust other hunters, don't want their help, don't want them around my family," he explained.

Honestly, I understood what he was saying. Most hunters we came across, I wouldn't trust them either.

Mary's mother was in the other room, setting the table. "Knock it off, Samuel," she called to her husband.

"They're hunters," Samuel argued.

His wife walked into the room, not caring for his excuses and reasons. "Who passed your little pop quiz, and now I am inviting them to dinner." She turned to Liz and me. "Are you hungry?"

I gave a short nod. "Starving."

Liz smiled at the older woman. "Could eat a horse."

"Good." She smiled back at the two of us. "I'm Deanna, you've met my husband Samuel, now wash up," she ordered before walking back into the dining room.

I looked from Deanna to Samuel and then to Mary. "Samuel and Deanna?" She gave a short nod. "Really?"

EPOV

I sat between Deanna and Dean, enjoying an actually home cooked meal. I couldn't remember the last time I'd eaten something that wasn't from a packet or heated in the microwave. This was pure bliss.

As we all sat and ate the delicious meal, Deanna turned to Dean and me, breaking the silence. "First time in Lawrence?"

Dean shook his head. "Well, it's been a while. Things sure have changed... I think."

"I've been a few times, but mainly just driven through," I added.

"You working a job?" Samuel asked.

Looking away from his grandmother, Dean shrugged at Samuel's question. "Yeah, maybe."

"What's that mean?"

"It means I don't trust other hunters either, Samuel." Dean gave a light grin.

I bit my lip, trying not to laugh as I looked down at my food. In the corner of my eye I could see Mary doing the same, as Deanna gave her husband an amused glance, while Samuel's lips turned up in a slight grin as well.

"Hey, um, so why were you following me and John?" Mary asked, looking from Dean to me.

"Oh, uh, we thought something was following your boyfriend," I answered causally. "Kept track of him for a while, but we're pretty sure we were wrong."

"John Winchester mixing it up with spirits, can you imagine?" Deanna chuckled lightly, causing Samuel to sigh.

Mary rolled her eyes at her father. "I saw that."

"What?" He turned to us, playing dumb.

"That sour-lemon look."

"Now hold on, John's a really, really nice... naive civilian."

Mary scoffed. "So what? You'd rather me be with a guy like this?" She nodded to Dean.

Dean nearly chocked on his food. "What? No, no. No."

"Oh, no, I didn't-" Mary quickly looked to me. "He's a great guy, I'm sure. He's just not my type, and I'm sure you two are happy." She gave me a quick smile.

I hadn't even had a real moment to think about what she'd just said to me, but I was pretty sure she thought Dean and I were together. As in, boyfriend and girlfriend, in love, dating, an item, a couple, partners, lovers. She thought what Dean and I were, was what she and John were.

Before I could correct her, she turned to her father again, her smile gone. "Anyway, is that the kind of guy you want me dating?"

Samuel shook his head. "Mary, of course not, it's just that I-"

Deanna cut him off. "That's enough, both of you, we have company." She gestured to Dean and me.

Clearing his throat, Dean changed the subject. "So, what about you, Samuel, you, uh… working a job?"

"Might be." The older man shrugged.

"He's working a job on the Whitshire Farm," Mary told us, earning a disapproving look from her father.

Dean frowned, as if he couldn't remember something, but knew there was something to remember. "Whitshire, why does that name sound familiar to me?"

"Well, it's been all over the papers," Samuel explained. "Tom Whitshire. Got tangled up in a combine a few towns over."

"That kind of thing happens," Dean noted.

"So why was he on it in the first place when his crops are all dead?"

"Demonic omens?" Dean and I said at the same time- which Mary smiled at.

Samuel gave a short nod. "That's what I gotta find out."

"What about the rest of the town? Well, did you find anything on the web?" Dean quickly realised his mistake and corrected himself, "Of information that you have assembled."

"Electrical storms maybe," Deanna answered. "The weather service graphs should be here on Friday."

"By mail?"

I turned to smile tightly at Dean. "How else would they get it, Dean?" I asked, trying to remind him of where- and when- we were.

"Right..." He nodded, once again seeing his mistake. Looking over at Samuel, he shifted in his seat slightly before speaking, "You know, it sounds to me like we might be hunting the same thing. You know if we go in there in numbers, we could take care of this real quick."

But Samuel still wasn't on board with the two of us hanging around. "What part of 'we work alone' do you not understand, son?"

DPOV

Liz and I had slept in the car we'd stolen before making our way over to the Whitshire farm in the morning. She'd managed to steal us some clothes while I got us some breakfast. She'd grabbed a priest out fit for me, and a modest church-goer's outfit for herself.

Unfortunately, while questioning Mrs. Whitshire about her husband's death and the days before it, she offered no real help. There was nothing she told us that could help us figure out what we were dealing with.

The three of us were headed for her front door, Liz and I ready to leave. As I opened the door, about to say good bye, the three of us paused, surprised to see someone standing on the porch. But it wasn't just someone. It was Samuel.

He was dressed as a priest as well, and surprised to see Liz and I. "Father," he gave me a tight smile, "I see you beat me here."

"The Lord is funny that way." My smile was lighter than his. As I stepped out of the house, I gestured to Mrs Whitshire. "Beth Whitshire, this is my associate, our senior, senior priest, Father Chaney."

"Please accept our deepest condolences on behalf of the county diocese." Samuel offered her what looked like fruit cake.

Mrs Whitshire accepted the gift. "Thank you."

"Mrs. Whitshire was just telling the father and I all about Tom." Liz smiled at Samuel, playing on her sweet side she often used during cases. "She told us all about how normal and ordinary things were the day before his death."

Samuel nodded. "I see, so you didn't notice anything unusual, ma'am?"

"You mean like my husband's guts fertilizing the back forty?" Mrs Whitshire asked, a little too harshly. But I didn't mind. It actually amused me, seeing the shocked look on Samuel's face.

While he was still stunned into silence, I gave Ms Whitshire a short nod and smile. "Excuse us."

Before Samuel could react, Liz and I walked off, heading over to where Mary stood with the Whitshire son. They stood by a tree, the boy leaning against it as he spoke to Mary.

As we approached them, Mary turned to Liz and I for a moment before focussing on the boy again. "Charlie, would you like to tell the Father here what you just told me?"

Charlie turned his attention to me, looking a little scared as he spoke. "Dad drank sometimes. Sometimes he got rough with mum."

"And that's when the stranger came?" Mary pressed- though she did so gently.

He nodded. "I just thought he was some Bible thumper, like you all. He showed up about a week ago."

"And what did he say?" Liz asked.

"Did I want the beatings to stop? I just thought he was crazy, I didn't think-" He cut himself off for a moment before going on. "And the next thing I know, dad's dead. Am I going to jail?"

"You didn't do this, Charlie," Mary assured him.

"Did the stranger want something in return?" I asked.

He shook his head. "He didn't want anything."

"Come on, Chuck, he wasn't just handing out freebies now, was he?"

"He did say something about comin' a callin' ten years from now. Maybe he'd want something then."

That did not sound good. "Something like what?"

"I don't know, okay? Look, I told you he was nuts."

Gently, Mary grabbed my arm and lead us a few steps away. Liz followed, coming to stand with us as our backs faced Charlie.

"What do you think?" Mary asked the both of us.

"I think he just pimped his soul to a demon and doesn't even know it."

Liz nodded. "Dean's right. I don't see any other option here."

Looking from Liz and me, Mary nodded as she turned and moved back to Charlie. "Charlie, do you remember what this stranger looked like?"

He nodded, answering as Liz and I moved over to stand with them again. "Yeah, he was about 5'10, white, normal looking really."

"Anything else?" Mary questioned.

"There was one thing."

When he didn't go on, I urged him to tell us. "What?"

"It's just, the light hit his eyes in a weird way and... for a moment I coulda sworn-"

I cut him off, "What? That they were black? Or red maybe?"

He shook his head. "No, they were yellow. Pale yellow."

Bamby

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Overcome / Numb (G.D) part 1

"Woah, hey, please stop working yourself up. Breathe. No like really, deep breath in. Hold it. Now let it out slow. Okay. Good. That's really good. Tell me what you're thinking, Sky, please. Don't keep whatever it is you're feeling in. Please?" Grayson was sitting across from me, hands on my shoulders.

Skylar Martins has been going through a lot, mentally and emotionally. She’s lost in her own head. Everything is getting worse for her and she feels like she’s all alone, even when people are asking her if she’s okay. Feeling like a burden and a problem, she’s set on her life being like this from now on because there is no way out for her. That is until an old friend pops back into her life, seeing through her lies and getting her to see there’s more to life than what she’s doing. 

A/N: Sooooo I’ve been going thru some rough stuff and this is the first time in a while I’ve written something. It’s been even longer since I posted any writing on the internet. Depression and anxiety are talked about. Suicidal thoughts are mentioned so trigger warning for that. Also, I’m not sure if this is going to be a friend!Grayson or like a relationship. heck I’ve always been bad at continuing stories so who even knows how far this will go. All depression and anxiety writing is from my own experience, I’m not trying to romanticize it or anything and i’m definitely not trying to make it that Grayson “cures” the main character. Let me know what you think, just please go easy on me <3

"Skylar, are you getting out of bed today? Don't you have work?" My mother asked from my doorway.

"Called out." I mumbled under my covers.

"You okay?" she asked, concern filling her voice.

"Yeah, I'm just tired and have a migraine."

"How are you tired? you've been in bed for the past 3 days. AND you've called out one day each week for the last month just to stay in your room. Do you even have sick time anymore?"

"Yes mom. Dont worry, I have enough hours. I just need to rest."

"Okay, we'll see when you lose your job for missing too much work. This isnt working Skylar. What’s going on?"

"Nothing. I'm fine." Lies. Truth was my depression was the worst it's ever been. I haven't had any energy to do anything.

"Have you been taking your pills?"

"Yes." Lies. I don't care to anymore. It's ridiculous that I have to depend on stupid pills to be a normal human. If this is who I'm supposed to be. What’s the point.

"Bullshit." She rolled her eyes and slammed my door. I heard her go down the stairs and the front door slammed shut also. Nice. Very mature, mother. See, I'm so miserable and annoying my mother doesn't even care anymore. Just leaves me here to rot. I sighed and rolled over, looking at my phone. It was 2 in the afternoon. This is what my life has come to at 23 years old. Alone. Stuck in my room.

I used to try. I used to have energy to try and fight this. But recently its gotten harder and harder to get out of bed. I can see everyone's worried looks and heads shaking with disapproval, but its like there's this wall between what I know I should do to help this and myself. I'm stuck in this cloud of self doubt, self hatred. I hate that I'm like this. I see myself getting worse and yet I just can't put myself out there to say anything to anyone or express what I'm feeling.

To be honest, I'm not even sure what I'm feeling. Numb, mostly. I'm just sick of being alone. I've always felt like I'm the third wheel in all situations. Always in a group of three friends, but the other two were closer and there was me. I've always been a shy person but after high school and stuff I went through in my first year of college, it got worse. I get nervous meeting new people, but I'm also nervous talking to people I haven't seen in awhile. I mean yeah, I have my family and even though I was that third person with friends, I still had friends. I'm also so close to my family. My cousin's been one of my best friends since I was born. But she's gotten pretty serious with her girlfriend so I'm pushed to the side once again. Not to mention they're talking about moving to the other side of the country. It's just gonna get worse.

I sound so selfish. But these are the thoughts that run through my head constantly throughout the day. Its all consuming. I'm alone. I'm alone. I'm alone.

With everyone in the house gone, I go downstairs and grab some cookies in the cabinet and sit in front of the tv. I'll be here for the next few hours until my parents and/or brother come home and then I'll head back upstairs. This is how it's been, avoiding everyone and eating junk to try and make myself feel less numb than I have been. I was switching on netflix when my phone buzzed.

"Hey Skylar, haven't talked to you in awhile. how have you been?" It was a text from Grayson. One of those friends I haven't talked to and don't freaking know how to talk to anymore because I'm a mess. I re-read the message a few times and wonder what I should respond with.

oh ya know, just wondering if I'll finally grow the balls to end my life or keep living in the hell I've created for myself. Oh yeah, that'll  go down swimmingly.

"Hey, I've been fine, just working. How are you?"

"Oh are you working today? Could use a hair cut haha ;)" people only talk to you when they need something from you, they don't really care about how you're doing, silly.

"I'm actually off today, Gray." I turned back to the television, desperately trying not to dwell on the thought that he only wants to know what I'm doing just so I can do his hair. I understand with being a hairstylist that people want me to do their hair but its like. Even the people I see constantly do this, they see my behavior has changed, I'm not the happy person I was before. They've asked me how I'm doing -- at the most inopportune times, mind you. But if you think there is something really wrong, you shouldn't want to ask me while you're on hold with our supervisor, this conversation WILL end up with me sobbing and I really really don't think you're ready for it, Margaret so of COURSE I'm going to say I'm fine. A few minutes later, my phone lets out another buzz.

"Do you want to hang out?" That's different. No one's asked me that recently. Not that I'm the best person to hang out with right now, with the buzzkill I've become. I don't answer. Let's add "flaky" to the long list of flaws I've developed over the passed couple of months. Sometimes it's just easier to act like nothings happening. I turn over on the couch and fall asleep.

..only to be woken up 20 minutes later to the doorbell ringing

The hell? We live on a secluded dead end, no one ever comes here unless its planned, like ever. I open the door to reveal Grayson Dolan on my doorstep with a small grin on his face.

"Gray, what are you doing here?" I ask opening the door more for him to step inside.

"When you didn't answer my text, I figured you fell asleep because you've always loved your naps" he chuckled, since he could tell from the look of confusion on my face that is exactly what happened.

"ohhh" I'm not sure what else to say, honestly. I told you I haven't been the best with conversations lately.

"Hey, are you okay?" He asks, taking in my disheveled appearance and greasy looking hair. Greasy looking because I haven't showered in days. Ya know, the things that happen with depression the internet and media don't tell you about when they're glorifying it for their aesthetic.

"Uhhh yeah. I haven't washed my hair in a few days. Look Gray I don't think--"

"No Skylar, really, are you okay? I was scrolling through twitter, saw one of your tweets and it's concerning."

"oh uh.. it's nothing, its just shit that comes to mind at night when I can't sleep." I say, hoping he doesn't press anymore. When I feel really low and don't know what to do, I let it out on twitter, no ones ever said anything before about it so I thought it didn't matter or they didn't care or whatever. It's been like this for years, so this really caught me off guard.

"Are you sure?" no.

"Yes." He gave me a look that definitely said he wasn't convinced, but shrugged anyway.

"Okay, so what are we watching?"

"Oh um, I'm catching up on Supernatural."

"Nice!"

"Gray do you even watch Supernatural?"

"No, but if you're watching it, I'll watch it with you. I wanna hang out and you're not busy. I miss you, so let's go! press play already." I gave him a weird look, this is different. Usually Grayson is really busy between doing stuff with Ethan and/or filming.

"What's going on? Where's Ethan? You two are inseparable."

"He's doing some stuff today. Tattoo and other errands. He'll be gone until tonight."

ahh, so he's just here because Ethan is busy and has nothing better to do

"What was that?"

"What do you mean?"

"You just got this disappointed and annoyed look on your face. What are you thinking, Sky?"

"It's nothing."

"Listen, I know we haven't talked in months but this is not the Skylar I've known for years and I know you're not okay no matter what you're saying behind that fake smile. I'm not going to push it. You don't have tell me right now. But I'm here for you, even if we just sit and watch TV, okay?" My jaw dropped a little, I was not expecting this. Especially since we haven't talked in a while. But Gray has always been able to sense when I'm feeling off. So I'm not too surprised. But to still want to hang around me even if I don't want to talk, like damn, that's so sick of him.

"Thanks G." I say, smiling slightly and lean into his shoulder, a small gesture to show my appreciation. We focused in on the tv and got lost in it for the next few hours.

I didn't notice how many episodes we got through until the front door opened and my mother stepped in.

"Wow. You're out of your room AND someone is here? I'm shocked." She said sarcastically and turned to Grayson. "Hi honey, are you staying for dinner?"

"Hi Mrs. Martins. I'd love to."

"Good! I'm glad someone's been able to get her out of bed." my mother comments as I roll my eyes and continue to focus on the television. I could feel Grayson gaze on me though, I kept facing forward, hoping he would let it go and thankfully, he did. I couldn't focus back into the show though. He knows somethings wrong. But like he really knows. And I'm gonna have to tell him something soon or he'll just be wasting his time and get sick of me just like everyone else. I started biting my nails as I watched forward feeling anxious and sick of myself.

"hey do you still have your PS4?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"Do you wanna go play some before dinner?"

"I don't really have any two player games."

"That never stopped us before. We can take turns doing stupid stuff on GTA?"

"Wow I haven't played that in the longest time."

"Lets go!" He said, standing up and waiting for me to follow him upstairs to where we have the playstation set up. I slowly stood up and went along with him. "Remember when we used to play online all of the time?" He asked as I set it up.

"Yeah, remember how angry Ethan would get when asshole twelve year olds would kill us before we could even do anything in the game and I had to figure out how to start a server for just us?"

"Oh man, back when we were living in apartments our neighbors would get PISSED at how loud he would yell."

"And I'd be up here swearing, thinking no one could hear me but one day my mother came up here PISSED because I dropped the f bomb like a million times in a minute."

"She lectured all three of us the next time me and E came over." We both laughed at the memory.

After some time, my mother called up, letting us know dinner was ready. My brother and father were both home now and we all sat down for our meal.

“Grayson! It's been so long since you've been over! How are you and your brother doing?" My father asked

"We're good, Mr Martins. We're working on some new video ideas and Ethan is getting stuff for it today."

"That's great to hear. Its nice to see Skylar out of her room and have company over for once. She's just been in her room for months."

"Dad. seriously?" I ask, do we have to talk about how I'm fucked up at dinner?

"Well she doesn't help herself if she's not taking her medications." My mom comments not looking up from her plate.

"Mom!"

"Skylar why aren't you taking your meds?" My dad turns to me, everyone turns to me actually. I feel my face start to heat up with all of the unwanted attention. My anxiety rising for being put on the spot like this when Grayson was here, or anyone actually.

"And we wonder why I'm finding excuses to not sit out here with you guys all of the time?" I say, rolling my eyes before standing up and hurrying up the stairs to my room.

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I go into my room and throw myself on my bed, staring up at the ceiling. Now he's definitely gonna know I'm not okay. He's definitely gonna walk talk to me about that and probably try to help. He'll stick around for a week or two, see how annoyingly sad and stubborn I am and give up. Just like everyone else has when I've been like this in the past. As if he could hear my thoughts, I hear a knock and Grayson quietly say my name, trying to not disturb the silence.

I look up but don't make a move.

"Sorry you had to awkwardly witness all of that." I mumble. He comes in, gently shutting the door behind him. He lays next to me, also looking up at the ceiling.

"You know they're just worried about you, right?"

"I know," I sigh.

"You also know I'm worried about you, right?"

"Don't be."

"How can I not? Your tweets are literally screaming that you're not okay. You aren't taking care of yourself and distancing yourself from everyone trying to help you." My eyes start filling up with tears and my breathing start to get heavy. My skin is on fire, feeling like hot pins and needles are stabbing me all over. "Skylar?"

I can't say anything. It's like the floodgates have been opened. I dont feel numb anymore but I feel everything. Hurt, sad, angry and frustrated. All I do is curl into a ball, sobbing and gasping for air. I feel Grayson try and pick me up to bring me closer to him but I push him away. It feels like I'm being smothered with nothing touching me at all. I know he means well but when I'm like this, touching doesn't help. I feel him start to pull away, probably to get my mother since somethings wrong and he doesn't know what he should do. but I grab his hand and shake my head.

"Panic attack. Stay. Give me a few minutes." I manage to get out between strangled sobs. He nods, staring at me with worry. I'm not surprised he's freaked out. Usually when I have panic attacks like this I'm not around anyone, so he definitely hasn't seen me like this before. My mother has only heard me have them because I used to call her when I was in college. That was when they started to get really bad. He doesn't let go of my hand though, it would be hard to with me squeezing it, trying to ground myself while focusing on my breathing.

It feels like an eternity, but it was probably just a few minutes later when my breathing slowed and the pins and needles sensation had left. I let go of Grayson's hand and wipe my face, groaning once it really hit me that I just had a panic attack in front of someone for the first time in so long.

"I'm so sorry about that Gray"

"Did you just have a panic attack?"

"Yeah, again, so sorry"

"Don't be! You know I have panic attacks too. I've just never seen you have one and you've always been okay with hugging and stuff so that just threw me, I didn't know how to help you."

"I usually have them at night or I'm not near anyone when they do happen. Uh, I uh feel like I can't breathe and my skin feels like it's on fire and I'm getting stabbed with hundred of needles all over my body so I freak out even more when people try to touch me when they happen.

"Jesus, Skylar. Why don't you tell anyone you're going through this?"

"I don't know" I shrug, "I don't like to bother people."

"Are you serious? You wouldn't be bothering anyone, you just need to tell people how you're feeling when they ask, because I know they've been asking. They're really worried. I'm really worried."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry. I just need you to take care of yourself."

"That's really hard right now, G."

"Then let me help, let someone help, stop locking yourself away and thinking you need to go through this by yourself." Tears are now streaming down my face and I'm quietly sobbing. He brings me in for a hug and kisses my forehead. We stay like that for awhile. "We're gonna get through this. I promise."

For some reason, that just makes me cry even harder. Why can't I take care of myself? I used to be strong and independent. Now I'm weak. I need people to take care of me at 23? What is this? What the fuck is wrong with me?

"Woah, hey, please stop working yourself up. Breathe. No like really, deep breath in. Hold it. Now let it out slow. Okay. Good. That's really good. Tell me what you're thinking, Sky, please. Don't keep whatever it is you're feeling in. Please?" Grayson was sitting across from me, hands on my shoulders.

"I, uh, okay." I take a deep breath again. "I'm just so fucking weak. And helpless. You shouldn't have to be making these promises and be worried about me." I paused for a moment to gather my thoughts and take a few more breaths. "Like this is sad. Ridiculous. How did I get myself in this situation. I don't get it. I don't know or understand myself anymore and I don't know how I got like this." My panic was turning into anger now. Anger at myself. The world. God or the universe or whatever seems to be in control of all of this.

"Stop beating up on yourself for like two seconds to see that people care about you and love you. Sometimes life gets hard and we need help. If I was in this position I would want someone to help me. I can't stand seeing you like this. I WANT to help. Life got busy and I was a shitty friend that grew distant. But I'm here. Your family is here. I know for a fact that if Ethan was here he'd be agreeing with me. We've known each other for years. I know you ARE strong. You just need a little help right now. The only question is if you're going to accept the help or stay stuck." He got a little louder, was it because it's Grayson and he's just loud or wanting to make his point come across clearly? both, probably. I took a few deep breaths, really calming for the first time in hours.

"Okay."

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Peach Candy: Chapter 4

~ I have been standing in front of Rosa’s front door for at least 15 minutes now. Every time I brought my hand up to knock, it only hovered next to the wooden door. A couple of weeks have passed since my time on the roof with Castiel and I’m finding myself more aware of my appearance. I’m wearing makeup again and showering on a regular basis. It wasn’t much, but it was a start. I was caring again. Now all I need is a wardrobe update. So here I am, in front of Rosa’s house, trying to muster all the courage to ask her for help.

I once again brought my hands down and cursed at myself as I turned around to walk away. I stopped midway down her walkway, and giving myself no time to think about, marched back to the door and knocked hard three times. I waited a moment, praying that she was home and not somewhere else with Leigh.

I could always try the shop? It might be more convenient anyway…

Just when I was about to start heading to Leigh’s shop, the door opened and there stood a dazed Rosa. At this point, I was probably the last person she was expecting. We both stared at each other while I tried to find the words to say. Rosa’s eyes narrowed and she crossed her arms over her chest. I’m sure her guard was up.

Just say sorry! I’m sure she’ll forgive you.

“What are you doing here?” Unlike her expression, her tone was gentle. She probably didn’t know how to handle this situation yet.

“Umm…” My voice got caught in my throat. My nervousness increased as I shifted weight on my feet. I’m having an internal freak out thinking that she was going to slam the door in my face at any moment.

“Everything okay, Rosa?” Alexy came into view and his eyes widened when he saw me standing on the other side of the door. His eyes sank in sadness when he registered that it was, indeed, me at the door. “Hey Candy…what brings you here?” I was freezing up. I wasn’t expecting them to both be here. I guess it would be like killing two birds with one stone…but I wasn’t ready for this.

“Sorry…I just wanted to see if…you would go shopping with me?” I whispered the last part, finding it the only to get it out. Rosa leaned in a bit closer to me.

“What?” There was a snap to her tone. This wasn’t going well.

“Would you go shopping with me?” I said it almost in a shout this time and prayed to whatever entity that would help me. “I need a new wardrobe…since I threw basically everything that I own out.” I actually only shoved most of my clothes in garbage bags, planning on throwing everything out. I just never go to the throwing out part, but I needed an excuse to talk to the two of them again. I held my breath when I heard the door slam on me.

“Rosa!” I heard a disapproving Alexy muffled from the other side of the closed door. I couldn’t believe it. She slammed the door in my face. I placed my open hand on the door as if doing so would magically make it open again.

“Rosa?” No response. She must have moved away. Regret started to settle in my stomach and I couldn’t bear the thought of losing her as a friend for good. “Rosa! I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” I bent my elbow that was stretched out so I could lean my forehead on the door. “I was selfish and didn’t think of yours or Alexy’s feelings. I was only thinking of my own…or lack of feelings from me. You were only trying to help…but I was an awful friend…” The door swung up and almost took me with it. I had to briskly take a step forward to stop myself from falling down. I looked up to see Rosa with her purse resting on her arm, hand still on the door holding it open. Alexy was behind her still, smirking like the devil.

“Well…are we going shopping or not?” She stepped past me with a smirk growing on her face. I looked back to Alexy to see him still grinning.

“Good to have you back.” He also exited, closing the door as he locked arms with me.

I have no idea how long I’ve been standing in front of my full body mirror. Debating about taking the outfit I worked so hard on, off. I’ve been slumming it down for so long now, it feels completely unnatural to be wearing a skirt again. I even shaved my legs! I’ll just lose the skirt. I’m comfortable with my top, even if it does show a little bit of my tummy. Alexy picked out a cute pair of shorts the other day that I could replace the skirt with.

“Candy, if you want me to drop you off at school you need to be down here in 5 minutes!” My mom called for me from the bottom of the stairs.

“I’m coming!” I yelled back as I pulled the shorts over my butt. I checked myself out in the mirror as I buttoned and zipped them up.

Good enough.

I gave a small, nervous smile to my reflection before grabbing my backpack and ran out of my room to meet my mom downstairs.

As if I wasn’t nervous enough for today, the car ride with my mother put me over the top. She kept dropping not so settle hints of how nice I look today. Maybe doing so much all at once was a bad idea. I stood at the front gate seriously contemplating about running home again to put on a plain t-shirt.

“Candy?” I jumped when I heard Armin’s voice behind me. I slowly turned around to see him looking at me in confusion. “Oh wow, it is you. At first, I thought we got another new kid.”

“O-oh?”

“Why are you standing out here? Aren’t you going to class?”

“I am, it’s just…”

“Weird.”

“What?” Is he going to say something about my outfit?

“Just haven’t seen you talk to anyone other than Castiel for the past month. Kinda weird to hear you talking to me.” He gave me his goofy smile. I guess he has a point. “I feel like I’m the chosen one! Like a magical being is going to float down from the sky and profess a prophecy to me.” I couldn’t help but laugh at his ridiculous statement.

“It’s just me Armin. It’s not like I’m some princess locked up in a tower asking for a champion to come save me.”

“True, why be a princess when you could be a warrior.”

“Exactly.” This felt weird, and by that I mean, not weird at all. It was strange that I was able to talk to Armin like I wasn’t blatantly ignoring him last week. I hope it would be this easy with everyone else.

“Well, you coming or what?” Armin started walking into the courtyard, looking back to see if I was following. I smiled to myself, thinking that maybe, just maybe, today wouldn’t be so bad.

Cancel that thought. Armin went his separate way leaving me in plain sight. I did my best to keep my head down until I reached my locker. I quickly unlocked it and immediately stuck my head into the open door. It even helped out with drowning out the murmuring that I swear was happening all around me.

Just breathe. Everything is going to be fine. You’re not alone. It’s all in your head.

“Who could that beautiful creature be sticking her head in her locker like an ostrich?”

“Shut up!” I peeked out to find Alexy standing next to me. He laughed when I stuck my head back in.

“What are you doing?”

“This was a horrible idea.” I had a feeling that my voice was amplified by my locker. I was trying to talk quietly, but still loud enough for Lexy to hear me.

“What was a horrible idea?” He was amused. I could hear the smile in his voice.

“My outfit, my make-up, just…everything! I feel like everyone is talking about me.” Alexy didn’t say anything to my paranoia. I heard him let out a soft sigh.

“If anyone is talking about you, it’s because you look like a weirdo with your head in your locker.” I rolled my eyes still determined to stay hidden. “Do you want me to ask someone if you look ridiculous today?”

“No!” I pulled my head out to make sure he wasn’t already on his way to fetch someone. He was still next to me with a stupid grin on his face. “I don’t want to make a big deal out of this.”

“Except you are making a big deal.”

“I know! I just…” I stuck my head back in when a few students walked by. “I feel vulnerable. I don’t know why, but I do.” That’s a lie. I know exactly why I’m on edge today. I’m worried that he won’t even notice. It took me a few days after my time on the roof with Castiel to realize that all I was trying to do, was to get him to feel guilty. A pathetic attempt, to force him to talk to me and failing at that. In reality, all I was doing was hurting myself. He didn’t care and never will.

“Hey Iris, come here real quick.” Alexy grabbed hold of both my shoulders and before I knew what he was doing, he pulled me out of my locker.

“What are you doing?” I saw Iris who must have been on her way to class, change directions and was coming right for Alexy and me.

“Hey Alexy, hi Candy, you look really cute today.” Iris gave me a shy but sweet smile.

“Doesn’t she? Not at all ridiculous, right?” His tone was mocking me and I was already thinking of several ways to get my revenge on him.

“Not at all! I really like your top and the way you did your hair today.”

“Tha-thanks…Iris.” I mumbled to the floor.

“Yes, thank you, Iris. We’ll see you in class.” Alexy said finally letting go of my shoulders. Iris gave a small wave with a smile before heading towards Mr. Faraize’s class.

“That doesn’t count. Iris couldn’t say anything mean anymore that Violette can.”

“So I need to go get Castiel and ask what he thin-”

“Don’t you dare!” I quickly turned around and lightly pushed him. He didn’t even budge from his spot in front of me. I knew I was in trouble when he started laughing.

“Why are you blushing?”

“I am not blushing,” Lexy’s eyes looked off to the side as if he had spotted someone, “ and even if I was, it’s probably because…”

“Oh, hey Castiel.” Alexy looked above my head. I almost fell for it and turned around. I gave Alexy a triumphant grin knowing that he didn’t get me.

“Nice try, Lexy but I’m not that gullible.”

“Hey Candy.” My heart both dropped and accelerated hearing his voice behind me. I whipped myself around to see Castiel pulling something from his back pocket. “Here’s that CD you wanted to borrow. Just make sure you don’t scratch it up.” He stopped right in front of me; holding out the clear disk case. His expression never changed but the fact that he was just staring at me had me shifting on my feet nervously.

“What?” There was a snap in my tone. He raised an eyebrow, curious to my defense.

“You gonna take it or not?” He moved the case up and down, forcing my attention on it.

“Oh.” I need to calm down. Of course, Castiel isn’t going to say anything about my appearance. He didn’t care before, so why would he care now? “Thanks.” I took the disc from him and placed it on the empty spot in my locker.

“Return it whenever. I have it downloaded on my MP3. No scratching it up though.”

“I heard you the first time. Do you think I’m that irresponsible?”

“More like you have a weird tendency to end up in unfortunate situations. I don’t need my CD being one of them.” The fact that I couldn’t argue had my eye twitching with annoyance.

“I’ll take care of your CD, don’t worry.” I said as I closed my locker in frustration. I saw a certain blonde hair in my peripheral vision, drawing my eyes to him. My heart tightened making it seem like time had slowed down when he locked eyes with me. I was expecting him to quickly look away like he always did, but this time his gazed lingered. My heart quickened knowing that this has been the longest he has kept eye contact with me in what seemed like forever. I was the one who was forced to look away with Castiel placing his hand on my head and messing up my hair.

“Hello, earth to Candy!”

“Knock it off!” I swatted his hand away, glaring at him as I fixed my hair. I tried to see if he was still looking but he was already down the hallway, entering Mr. Faraizer’s classroom. “What do you want now?” I brought my glare back to Castiel, not happy that he completely messed up the first moment that I had, had with him in months.

“I said, I’ll see ya around.” Castiel said as he started backing up down the hallway.

“You’re not going to class?”

“I got better things to do.” He finally turned in the direction he was walking, keeping his back to me.

Fine! Don’t say anything about my appearance, jerk. It’s not like I haven’t been nervous all morning or anything.

“By the way…” Without changing the pace in his step, he glanced behind him to shout the rest. “Looking good today, ironing board.” Everyone who was still standing in the hallway looked from him to me. My heart pounded hard, making my face heat up instantly. Alexy had no luck with stifling his laughter.

“Shut up! No one asked you!” I shouted back at him. He only smirked before looking back down the hallway, listening to whatever it was that Lysander was telling him. The only thing that had me concerned for the rest of the day, was the fact that Castiel’s words had my heart fluttering.