#the awkward moment when your instincts tell you to hunt your baby brother

[husbandohunter]

A Furry Predicament, but reversed (Reader turns into a cat)? Pretty please with a sweet lil cherry on top? (I recently stumbled across your blog and may I just say that I absolutely adore your works??) Thank youu and take care~~

A Furrier Predicatment [Genshin x Cat!Reader]

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Synopsis: It's your turn to be a cat after this incident.

Characters: Diluc, Kaeya, Xiao, Albedo, Zhongli, Childe, Venti

(A/n): Ah you did OwO that's very sweet of you. It's alot of fun to write, especially when your imagination is stunted and you just gotta spit out something silly.

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[Diluc]

Any beloved pet owned by Master Diluc would be under the most high quality and meticulous treatement. Mostly for cats since they tend to be calm while elegant...to some extent. If they were dogs then he'll ensure that they also serve as a partner for sniffing out trouble such as a certain bard who'd might've sneaked into the wine cellars. But you weren't either, so to say, you were both a beloved AND a cat.

As he picks you up gently into his arms, Diluc would be a little baffled on what to do next. He has no idea how to care for delicate creatures as he never had one (other than a pet tortoise but that's different) in which he needed to look for help. But who? The staff? Certainly not, no one can find out that his partner turned into a pet (imagine all the scandals he'll be in). Jean? Anything but the knights of Favonius. And most certainly not his brother.

So Diluc ends up figuring everything out by himself (old habits die hard). All the sweets and regular meals you craved were no long in your menu, you were forced to have a proper cat diet because he believed it was healthier. Half of the time he has no idea what he's doing, since you were a cat and all you could do was "meow" (which Diluc forgets. He tries to have a mundane conversation until you stare at him with feline eyes. That was when he remembered).

"What would you like for tonight's dinner, my love?"

"Meow." He has alot to learn.

Though Master Diluc often gets very tired and he attempts to take a quick nap before killing himself over the next set of duties. That is, until you could help it. Being a cat has it's furry and comfy advantages. So you leapt up to the bed as quietly as possible and onto the side of your lover, circling a few times to see if he was really asleep. When he was you snuggled close to keep him warm, hoping it would lull him into a rest even deeper. He slept like a baby.

~xx~

[Kaeya]

If the Cavalry Capatain were to own a pet, they would either be charmed by him or snaring their teeth because of his unreadable and suspicious aura. Animal instincts are quite powerful. But your case wasn't the latter, thankfully and he could feel himself growing fond of this new found relationship. Almost. What should he do with you now that you're a cat, Kaeya wonders.

Belly rubs and a lot of them. He absolutely adores the way your cute little nose scrunches up while he runs his fingers on the center of your tummy (though he knows when to stop, Kaeya is rather gentle with you nowadays). You found that he absolutely adores the shape of your nose, would pick you up and boop yours with his own somehow knows how to be his flirty self despite your unusual form.

There was this one incident where you saw something shiny flashing over the wall. Slowly you followed it as the bright dot moved futher and further away, evetually gaining speed. Little did you know it was Kaeya who was watching you swipe your little paws up and down against the wall while he was just cleaning his sword. How could he help it? You were often so headstrong and independent, now you were just an adorable little kitten that loves to play with yarn and shiny things. It backfired him though, now there were a bunch of scratchmarks marring the surfaces (which he had to pay for repairs).

Takes you out to Windrise so that you could get some fresh air (also for you to find somewhere else to shed your fur other than his humble abode). Kaeya sits back under a tree while you either chase a butterfly or start slapping against the dandelions (only sneeze when they fly into your face). He wasn't sure if you were aware of what you were doing right now, if you were then he'll have lots of things to talk about once you turn back into human. If not, then at least he had the opportunity to witness such a soft side coming from you.

~xx~

[Xiao]

If any animal were to go close towards the adeptus, they would run away. Xiao isn't very good at interacting with others, pets included, usually they would run into the alleyway or hide around the legs of their owners while he glaringly, blankly stares at them (Even though he wouldn't admit it, Xiao thinks to himself, how soft is cat fur?) Now he gets to touch your cat form and turns out that fur is very ticklish yet pleasant against his skin.

Would be the most awkward conversationalist, the poor yaksha was already terrible with his words (often coming out harsh so he prefers to either keep away or say nothing at all) and even with you sometimes, now it was almost impossible to communicate. Xiao is not very good at reading a cat's body language. When you want him to hold you again, you'd walk in circles. He assumes you were hungry and leaps out the window to go fetch some fish...for the nth time there was a pile of raw salmon stacking upon the floor. Xiao thinks that maybe salmon species weren't to your liking, hence he does out to find another one.

As he plays his flute, you'd magically doze off on his lap. (There was one thing that you both can communicate with at last). Slowly but surely, he comes to learn the different gestures you make for certain situations. You often rub yourself upon his leg which he had heard to be a cat's way of claiming their territory. That was when Xiao picks you up, FINALLY. Though the real reason why it took him this long was because he was hesitant to hold you. He never really held a pet so naturally he has no idea how to hold a cat. Ends up cradling you in his arms because it seemed to be a safer option <3

"I never thought I'd be able to hold you like this," Xiao softly says to your lazy form, observing the way your ears perked up at the sound of his voice, "But I...forget it. We can stay like this for the time being, if you'd like. If not, that's fine too."

You stay.

~xx~

[Albedo]

The only pets Albedo had were for his alchemic experiments (plus they were put in cages too). Fact be told, he would make a terrible pet owner with the lifestyle he has now. The alchemist would be so absorbent into his work that he'll most likely forget that he has someone to feed and by the time he realized it, they would have already starved to death. After hearing glass bottles crashing to the floor, Albedo bursts into the rooms as the smoke fills it completely, finding a cat lost between it. The cat was you. He knows because he made the potions.

Sometimes he'd a little too scientific for his own good. Albedo assumed that when you turned into a cat, you've gone into cat mode and ends up treating you as such. "No, don't go near any bodies of water. You wouldn't like it." He almost forgets that you were once human which is very much like him if you had to be honest. Though when he does find out that you still carried human traits, Albedo must find ways to adapt things to your liking.

He makes your food himself. He's not a cook but he sure is good at everything he does, even if it's something he never did before. This goes for other areas too such as the size of your bed, if you need a little couch to stay on or maybe some tools to play around. (The only time when he is a good pet owner). In his sketchbook he'd have a bunch of blueprints and contraptions of what to make next. There's something enjoyable when spoiling you, those little reactions when you're pleased, like the twitch of your whiskers or the lift of your tail. Albedo finds is very cute.

On top of all that, he could also make you a potion to turn you back into normal. It seemed that it was the last thing he thought of on the list. Albedo was too occupied with treating you like a cat that it all flew over his head until now. Time flies when you're having fun.

~xx~

[Zhongli]

Unlike Albedo, anyone who has Zhongli as a pet owner would be considered to be a very lucky animal. He radiates a calm and serene aura that gives the perfect environment to have infinite nap times. People look at this man and wonder why his pet never gives him any trouble, especially when cats were considered to be both fiesty and needy. But they just didn't know that the cat was you (not like it would make a difference, any animal would know that Zhongli was no ordinary man).

How on earth does he know what you're saying? Maybe it's because he was once an archon. You could meow and he knows exactly what you would like to snack on. You could tilt your head, he takes it that you were curious on what he was currently doing (which was exactly what you were wondering), you can say nothing at all yet as if he could read your mind, Zhongli comes over to pet you with his gloved hands.

"How can I tell? Indeed it is because you're my lover, of course. Throughout this time we spent together, I've come to learn the way you speak through your eyes. They seem to hold true no matter what form you take. It's rather comforting."

Though there were many moments where you sneak up behind Zhongli. His hair, his ponytail- so long. Must play with. As you jump up and down with his thin strand swings side to side, it'll take a few seconds for him to decipher what your were doing. The minute he turns around he catches you with his hands midair and laughs heartfully. Cats were very endearing creatures.

~xx~

[Childe]

Back home in Snezhnaya, Childe would probably have owned a dog or two. They were mostly meant for hunting purposes, big and large furry creatures with thick skin suitable to endure the harsh cold. He has dogs because cats hate him for some strange reason. They either hiss or snootly turn their backs on him, one time he picked one up as a kid but his face bleeding after the cat scratched him with their paws. But of course you wouldn't do that to him. You would never~ he was your cutie pie anyways.

He was an obnoxious hugger, not gentle at all. Childe forgets his strength as a human man and when he squeezes you tightly against his chest, you'd spike out on all ends because by the archons, you're suffocating. But it was your fault for feeling so comfy and warm! Similar to Kaeya, they're both obnoxious but Childe deemed himself to be even worse. He'd rub his face against yours, commenting on how sensitive it sways. Tonia once told him that she wanted a pet cat instead, maybe he should also bring you back to his homeland now.

Yes he would love to play with you. Bring in the cat toys...or not. This was the eleventh Fatui Harbinger, what were you thinking? Normal cat activities? Not here. He's gonna teach you how to hunt like how he taught his dogs to hunt in Snezhnaya. You gave him the most deadpanned and dissapointed look with your large feline glare. Not only was he disliked by cats but he certainly was not good with them.

Though he can take it down a notch sometimes and just indulge in relaxing activities. When there was nothing else for him to do or when he was just tired after a productive day, he'd sit by the kitchen and you on top of the table. While you yawned and leaned down for a nap, Childe plays with the small of your paws to the soft edge of your nails. If he taps your nose, your whiskers twitch. Your ears are nice, maybe he should get you a headband version once you turned back to human.

You immediately wake up when he touches your tail.

~xx~

[Venti]

Achoo!

You sometimes wonder how is it that the anemo archon was able to live through 2000 years without getting beaten up by a cat. If andrius was a large cougar than a wolf, maybe he wouldn't be an archon now. Which is why you are to stay miles far far away from him unless you want the whole of Mondstadt to be blown away by the wind.

Wears a mask (as if this were the covid19 pandemic), although it doesn't take away all his problems, at least it'll minimize it. Venti always has a box of tissues ready but you can tell by the puffiness of his eyes that he's been sneezing alot. He really tries his hardest to pitch in every once in a while when Albedo was working on a cure for you to go back to normal. Though acts as if he was quarantined by staying all the way at the other side of the room.

"Ahahaha don't mind me. It's your local bard of Mondstadt dropping by to see how things are going. I wanna make sure how long it will take for you to make the potion? Just curious!"

No hugs, cuddles or anything involving close proximity. This makes Venti very pouty and impatient. Albedo finds it very hard to concentrate with all the sniffling and sneezing that he had no choice but to kick him out. It didn't help that the location was Dragonspine, now he was sneezing even more.

[procrastinatorimagines]

I Would Never Hurt You

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warning/s: injury, violence, blood

Word Count: 2,169

Request:  Can I just send this as a fic request....? Perhaps with a request for a little angst...? 🥺

You were surprised to see Dean when you poked your head into the weapons room, the loud noises waking you much earlier than you would have liked, but still, you weren’t complaining that he was back early.

He didn’t notice you at first as you stood leaning against the door frame. ��Knock knock,” you said, rapping your knuckles on the door a couple of times to get his attention, smiling as he paused and turned to face you, a gun in either hand from the box he had been rifling through.

“Hey,” he blinked, clearly not expecting you to be there, “I didn’t think you’d be up.”

“I wasn’t,” you laughed softly as he looked around at the mess he’d made, realising that he’d woken you up with all his moving around.

“Sorry,” he shrugged, putting the guns in his hands down. He looked awkward, like he was unsure what to do with himself as he stood in the room, looking almost out of place.

“What are you doing?” You asked curiously, glancing around at the sheer amount of opened box and weapons strewn about in the room. “What do you need all those for? And at this hour? Why didn’t you come to bed?”

Annoyance seemed to flash across his face, “you’re asking a lot of questions,” he commented, not answering any of them.

“I’m just curious,” you replied, feeling the need to get a little defensive at his unnecessarily snappy attitude, “weren’t you on a hunt with Sam? What happened with the shifted?”

“Oh, yeah, killed it,” he answered, clearing his throat as his eyes darted away from you slightly. Okay, what was going on? You were the one who’d been woken up early, and you hadn’t had any coffee yet, so why was he the one in a mood?

“Yeah?” You tried, hoping he’d elaborate a bit. He still hadn’t told you why he needed more weapons if they’d killed the shifter, and where was Sam? There was something he wasn’t telling you.

“Yeah, that’s what I just said,” he snapped, practically growling at you as you straightened up, shocked at the tone he was taking with you. He didn’t seem to notice, or care, turning back to the box he’d been going through.

“Are you sure everything’s alright?” You asked again after a moment, DDean slamming the box lid down as soon as you’d asked it, looking back at you in frustration. 

“I-” he began, the force of the slam not only making you jump, but making what looked like a knuckle duster fall down from the shelf nearby as it rattled. 

Instinctively, Dean caught it, realising his mistake a second later as he gasped in pain, letting it go as it clattered to the ground. 

“Dean-” You went to check if he was okay, taking one step forward and then freezing in your tracks. That’s when you saw it, the burn marks on his hand where the knuckle duster had just been. The silver knuckle duster. 

“You’re not Dean,” you realised with a gasp.

 Your instincts kicked in quickly as Dean, or rather, the shifter, grabbed the nearest weapon to him, any pretence of pretending to be the man you loved gone as he snarled at you. 

You were already turning on your heels as he lunged for you, pulling the door shut behind you with a slam and running as quickly as you could, very much defenseless right now. 

You needed a weapon, and you’d just locked him in there with an arsenal.

Turning sharply into the nearest corridor you collided with the wall, kicking off your slippers so you could move quicker just as you heard a door behind you slam open and fast footsteps begin to approach. 

Where could you go? You could try to get to the kitchen, but you had no idea what weapons the shifter had taken with him when he started chasing after you, you’d probably be bringing a knife to a gun fight. 

Dean’s room was the closest now, you barefeet slapping against the cold floor as you kept your pace, the sound of the shifters echoing footsteps sounding through the empty bunker. 

“Y/N!” He yelled in Dean’s voice, so very much not Dean as you stumbled slightly. You knew the bunker like the back of your hand, but so did Dean, which meant so did the shifter. 

This fact became all too apparent as the sound of his footsteps began to recede, lulling you into a bit of a false sense of security as you slowed your own pace, still moving but a little breathless as you turned another corner, only to find yourself face to face with the monster. 

He grinned when you stumbled to a hault, realisation dawning on you that he’d gone another way around, kicking yourself for not considering the possibility. He did have Dean’s mind afterall.

You were so close to Dean’s room, if you could just make it... He’d have taken his gun, obviously, but you knew where he kept his backup knife, his silver knife. 

There was a moment where you both stood still, neither of you moving before a spell seemed to break and he charged at you, barely managing to turn on your heels and make it a few steps away before you felt a hand unceremoniously grab the back of your night gown, tugging you back harshly and sending you crashing to the floor.

He all but pounced on you as you kicked up, winding him slightly as you rolled over and tried to stand. He was only slightly inconvenienced though, a rough hand grabbing you leg and pulling you back to the ground towards him as you tried and failed to claw at the ground for something to hold on to.

A predator and its prey.

He flipped you back over and pulled a knife out from his belt, the look in his eyes and his weapon of choice telling you that he had every intention to take his time killing you.

You barely had time to react as he began to bring the knife down, the look of enjoyment on his face made a million times more haunting by the fact that it was painted onto your boyfriend’s face. 

A knee to the groin was always the best bet, whatever the species, followed by a well aimed strike to the face and knife missed it’s mark, barely. The pain as it sliced through your side was excruciating, and deep, but it wasn’t life-threatening, yet. 

Another shove and he stumbled back, clearly not expecting you to put up this much of a fight, a fact which you probably blamed on the fluffy bunny slippers he’d seen you sporting earlier. 

Step one was to get up.

You shuffled back on your butt and hands a little before turning and pushing yourself to you feet, meeting the hand that grabbed your wrist with a quick punch to the face, feeling bone crunch beneath your fist. 

Step two was run.

You certainly didn’t need any incentive, using whatever strength you had left to propel yourself forward, somehow surprising steady given the gash in your side. It was going to be hell once the adreneline wore off.

Step three was hide.

Dean’s door was just there, you could make it... And you did, pushing the door shut with a slam and locking it with slippy, blood covered fingers. It wouldn’t hold on its own though, so you shoved a unit in front of it with all your might.

“Bitch!” You heard the shifter snarl as it tried the handle, shoving the door with all its might as the unit shook. Mercifully, it held. This was the Men of Letters’ bunker afterall.

Step four was call Dean and Sam.

You made your way to the other side of Dean’s bed, shaky fingers tearing open his draw and pulling out one of his many phones, dialing the number you knew by heart and sending up a silent prayer that someone picked up.

They didn’t.

It went straight to voice mail. “Dean- Dean, it’s me, you need to get back, the shifter-” you looked down at the blood soaking your night gown and dripping down your leg, “-please hurry.”

Step five, most importantly, was survive.

You put the phone back and went to his bed, pulling the silver knife out from under his mattress along with one of his shirts, getting as comfortable as you could on the floor against the unit and applying as much pressure you could to your wound, other hand wrapped tightly around the knife as the banging continued. 

Right now, there was nothing else you could do. You just hoped Sam and Dean got back before the shifter found a way in, or you bled out.

-

You didn’t know exactly how much time had passed since the banging had subsided, but now you could hear yelling, faint at first but getting louder as more footsteps sounded in the hall outside the door, tensing in anticipation and wincing at the pain that flared again in your side. 

It was Sam and Dean, you realised, or at least, their voices, was it actually them? Or just more shifters? 

If it was them, they must have just gotten back, they’d probably seen the blood on the floor...

“Y/N?!” Dean’s voice boomed, angry and concerned as he banged on the door, “Y/N, oh god baby are you in there?!” 

“Dean-” You heard Sam try to console his brother, “maybe we have the wrong room, maybe-”

“Y/N!” Dean yelled again with strained despiration, ignoring Sam as he pounded harder. 

You gripped the knife in your hand tighter, pulling yourself shakily to your feet. The shifter hadn’t sounded like this, he’d been cold, cruel, there was emotion in Dean’s voice you didn’t think even it could mimick. Maybe it was a trap, you doubted it, but even if it was, you wouldn’t last forever in that room.

So slowly but surely, you shoved the unit to one side, hearing Dean pause on the other side as the boys waited to see who emerged from behind the door. It opened slowly, and nervously, taking a big step back and raising your knife when you felt hands push it from the other side.

“Y/N,” Dean sighed with relief. He tried to rush to you but you leveled your knife, not wanting him to take another step closer. Not until you were sure. 

His face when from one of joy and relief, to one of confusion, to finally one of concern as he caught sight of the blood, and the way you were clutching your side, fire flashing in his eyes. 

“Are you, you?” You asked him, wanting desperately to fall into his arms but still being too scared of what would happen if you were wrong, if this wasn’t Dean. 

“What?” He replied, not really listening as he took in your wound and pale complexion.

“Are, you, you?” You repeated, slower this time as he took in the silver blade you were wielding with an iron grip. It all clicked then.

“I- yes, Y/N it’s me, it’s me and Sam,” his eyes were soft, raising his hands to show you he didn’t mean any harm as he glanced back at his brother, who kept his distance to give you some space but put his gun away to show you the same. “The shifter, he was here?”

You swallowed tightly and nodded. “He looked like you- he-” you looked down at your injury subconsciously.

Dean clenched his jaw, “he hurt you, that son of a bitch-” he practically growled, “when I get my hands on him-” 

“Dean,” Sam warned, noticing how you flinched at the way his voice rose.

He focused his attention back on you immediately. “Y/N, look at me Y/N” he said softly, his voice catching a little as he made you meet his eyes, “I would never hurt you, you have to know that.”

It was all too much for you now, the knife feel like a tonne weight in your hand as you arm began to shake, letting it go as it clattered to the ground and collapsing with a sob. 

Dean caught you instantly, you arms instinctively wrapping around him as he held you, one hand gripping you tightly as the other stroked your hair. “It’s okay, shh, it’s okay, I got you, I got you...”

Dean looked to his younger brother, “I’ll go get the med kit,” Sam said knowingly, turning on his heals and hurrying. 

“Come on,” Dean muttered gently, moving one hand under your legs and picking you up with ease, “let’s go make sure you’re alright.”

“The shifter-” you began but he shook his head.

“-can wait, you’re more important right now,” he told you lovingly. 

“But we’ll get him?” You double-checked, feeling Dean’s muscles tense at the question.

“We’ll get him,” he promised, and a little part of you almost felt sorry for him. 

[loki-lover84]

We Missed You

A/N This is my first attempt at a Castiel oneshot it isn’t great but I hope you enjoy it none the less.

Ever since Castiel found out what it was like to be human he'd started to get a grasp on peoples issues, especially emotions. We'd always been close friends and I'd always harboured a crush on the fallen angel and when he was temporarily human I could've sworn he returned them. Dean's constant teasing toward the pair of us made me want to believe it more than I originally thought I did. Eventually it got to the point were Cas sat down and asked Sam and Dean about feelings and why he felt 'funny' when he was around me,  I remember Dean cheering and being overly enthusiastic about it and Sam was just being supportive for him and tried to give him sincere advice over Dean's typical remarks. Even after overhearing the discussion I still couldn't bring myself to act on anything with Cas.

It was not long after that, that Castiel was returned to fallen angel status and now I knew that any possible chance of a relationship together was out of the window and would be frowned upon but, I couldn't control my feelings. Each day they got stronger and stronger for him, what I didn't know was that the same was happening to him.  The feelings he'd caught had stayed with him and it wasn't until a hunt nearly ended badly and resulted in my near death that Castiel confessed.

"I knew that human life could be very delicate and short but... I don't like the concept of ever  losing you Y/n, it's painful not physically of course but emotionally. When I was a human Sam and Dean brought it to my attention that what I feel for you is commonly referred to as love, after tonight I believe they were telling me the truth." Castiel confessed gazing at me with his sapphire blue eyes whilst his hand gently rested on my cheek as he healed me.

I don't think that I could ever forget his confession even if a witch cast a memory spell on me, it was so awkward and so Castiel. Once I was healed I placed my hands on both of his stubble covered cheeks and pulled him in for a kiss, right then and there not caring that the brothers and a flaming corpse were present. Since then Castiel and I had become a couple. Dean would constantly make jokes and tease us Sam would join in occasionally but mostly just left us to it.

Castiel had joined the brothers on a hunt and they'd left me at the Bunker because I'd been feeling unwell feverish, fatigued, vomiting and dizziness. That was over two weeks ago I've spent my days scrolling through group photos missing everyone and having no social interactions fucking sucked I'd binge watched various shows on Netflix, read up about lore on random creatures and figured out why I was unwell because of that I was absolutely terrified.

I was pregnant. My fallen angel boyfriend was nowhere in sight. We were alone.

A few days later

A loud thud reverberated in the corridors of the bunker startling me out of my daydream. Instinctively I dove for my angel blade and caressed my stomach promising to protect my baby, not knowing what to expect I took a deep breath and hesitantly left my room. Staying against to walls I ventured round the bunker to dispose of the intruder or intruders.

"Where do you think she is?"

"Well you couldn't have just expected her to be sitting out in the open in her condition."

"It's been weeks, she should be over it for now."

They knew! Were they Angels, Demons or something else? Either way this isn't going to go well, one pregnant hunter versus multiple unidentified beings. They were in the library judging by the how loud they were from the distance away I am. I can sneak through the map room and see what I'm up against before making some kind of plan of attack. Peeking around the wall I relax at the sight.

"Whatever you say but I mean we did leave her alone for quite some time I'd be amazed if she hasn't gone crazy."

"Gee, thanks D." I say making my presence known, "It's great to see you too."

"N/n! You're looking a lot better." Sam smiles standing up for a hug.

"That wasn't a hard goal to achieve, I'm pretty sure my head was in a toilet when we last spoke." I retort hugging the younger Winchester.

Dean stood up and made his way over to us as we parted.

"C'mon it's gotta be my turn now, right?" I look over to him for a moment before hugging him as well.

After separating I took in their appearance the pair of them bruised, bloodied and battered still.

"Your hunt looks like it went well... Where's Castiel?" I ask looking around the room.

Why hadn't he healed them I understand his grace is limited now but he'd still at least try to heal them.

"Oh he's-"

"He's what Sam? Where is he?" I ask frantically.

"I'm here." I hear an all too familiar deep voice say.

I turn to the direction of the voice and there I see him in the map room near the steps to the library. Quicker than I ever thought my body could move I ran over to him threw myself into his arms whilst kissing him. The kiss was deep, passionate and filled with love as he supported my body one arm around my upper back and his other supporting one of my legs.

An awkward cough sounded from behind me presumably from Dean causing us to stop the kiss, I stayed in his arms and rested my forehead against his.

"I love you." Cas whispered.

"We love you too and we missed you." I respond with a small smile losing myself in his oceanic eyes.

"What?" Dean exclaims.

"Is she? Y/n?" I hear Sam question.

Geez these guys are great listeners when they want to be. Cas hadn't responded which instilled fear in me.

"Angel radio was talking a lot about a possible Nephilim and I never once thought... Wow." Cas eventually responded with a smile on his face before kissing me sweetly.

"Does this mean we get to be uncles?" Dean asked excitedly.

Remaining in Castiel's arms he turned to his side so that I could look over at the brothers.

"Of course! I couldn't think of a better family for our child."I smiled sweetly at the enthusiastically giddy Winchester.

Later that night

I laid in my bed snuggled up to Cas being held in his warm embrace made me feel safer than I ever thought would be possible.

"Hey Cas, I was looking into Nephilim's and there weren't many cases but they all said that the mother died during childbirth... do-do I only have eight mo-months left?" I sniffled trying to hold back my tears.

"I won't let that happen if I can find out how to prevent it you'll live with me for all eternity." Castiel whispered back to me.

"But, I'm human I won't ever get to do that unless..."

"Unless what?" Cas perked up sounding hopeful that there was already a solution.

"You and the boys definitely won't approve but I'm willing to do it. There's always Rowena, she has a revival sort of spell that when she dies it brings her back but needs to be redone once it's revived you."

Castiel didn't do anything for a while until he pulled me closer to him.

"I don't trust her but, she could be our only hope we'll discuss it in the morning. Goodnight my love I'll watch over you two always." Cas hums kissing me on my forehead and resting his right hand on my so far unchanged stomach.

[atc74]

A Whole New World

Square(s) Filled: Body Swap for @spngenrebingo, Free Space for @heavenandhellbingo 

Warnings: Witch hunt, swearing, morning wood, fem receiving oral sex while sleeping, fingering, confused Sam, blissed out Cas, curious reader, amused Dean, mentions of blowjobs, implied grace kink, hint of Sastiel if you really squint, awkwardness, crack...

Summary: Weird things happen after a witch hunt when Y/N and Cas get hit with a spell. 

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Word Count: 2060

Written for: @spngenrebingo @heavenandhellbingo

Beta’d by: @amanda-teaches admitted this might be her favorite thing I have written and I am humbled. Thank you to @alleiradayne and I’m sorry about your laughing/coughing fit...(not really).

A/N: I didn’t want to do a body swap with one of the brothers, that has been done a few times already. I tried something different and it kind of went off the rails, but I am pleased and humored by the outcome. 

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“Freaking witches man!” Dean growled as they realized what they were up against. 

Hunting with the Winchesters had seriously upped Y/N’s game as a hunter. It wasn’t long into her tenure with them that she and Sam became an item. Falling into step with the brothers and their fallen angel was easy. Falling in love with had been less easy, but they made it work. And, it was worth it. 

“Okay, Sam and I will go in the back? Y/N, you and Cas will go through the front. We know the bitch is in that house somewhere, so we split up and find her. Put one of these between her eyes,” Dean emphasized, holding one of the bullets filled with witch killing brew in them. 

“Watch each other’s six,” Sam told her and Cas. 

“Gank the witch bitch and get the hell out without getting blasted by a damn spell this time,” Dean stressed, looking at Sam. 

“Hey, I’m not the one that got hit with a love spell” Sam retorted. 

“Whatever. Let’s do this!” Dean slammed the trunk shut and they spread out. 

~*~

“Y/N! Cas!” Sam’s voice boomed through the room as he found her and Cas out cold on the floor of a back bedroom, the witch dead on the other side of the room. All the windows had been blown out in the room and a cold wind whipped around them. 

“What happened?” Dean demanded, hot on his brother’s heels. 

“I don’t know. They’re both unconscious,” Sam knelt next to Y/N, pulling her into his arms, her hand still gripping her weapon. ���She’s alive. Let’s get rid of the body and get them back to the room.” 

“I’ll do it. You take them back,” Dean volunteered, striding across the room to the witch’s body, kicking her with his steel toed boot. “I’ll grab Cas, you get Y/N.” 

With both their friends loaded up in Baby, Sam took off to the motel while Dean returned to the house. He pulled up in front of their room and unlocked the door, bringing a still unconscious Y/N in first, laying her on the bed. By the time he got back outside, Cas was sitting upright in the backseat. 

“Cas!” Sam called out. “What the hell happened? Y/N killed the witch but you were both out. Did she hit you with a spell? Are you okay?” The questions were rapid fire from Sam’s mouth. 

“Sam, I’m fine. How is Y/N?” Cas inquired, getting out of the car. 

“She’s alive, but hasn’t woken up yet,” Sam filled him in. 

Cas crossed the room to her, pressing two fingers gently to her forehead. “Physically, she is fine. There seems to be no lingering effects of the spell. Not that I can sense, anyway.” 

“I’m going to get her changed into something more comfortable. Can you...just turn around, okay?” Sam told him and the angel turned his back to the pair. Sam quickly grabbed one of his shirts before gingerly removing her clothing. There was some minor blood splatter across her jacket and her jeans so he tossed them aside to clean up in the morning. Sam slipped his shirt over her head, laying her back on the pillows. He pulled the covers up to keep her warm. “You can turn around Cas. Thanks.” 

“I think I’m going to lay down. I feel drained and my grace needs to recharge,” Cas commented, removing his trench coat and loosening his tie. He practically crawled into the olive green sofa and closed his eyes. 

Sam watched with concern as Cas fell asleep. He was worried about them both, but Y/N more so. He showered hastily, but she was still out. Climbing into bed with her, he pulled her into his arms. He didn’t know if it was for her comfort or his own. 

~*~

Sam woke early the next morning, Y/N’s warm body pressed up against his own, making his morning wood very aware of her proximity. He glanced over at Dean’s bed to see his brother face down, snoring evenly. One look at the couch confirmed even Cas was still sleeping. But Y/N was nestled so close to him and she smelled so good, his instinct took over and he began rutting into her backside, the layers of cotton rubbing with delicious friction. His arm slipped around to her front, finding the warmth between her legs. 

It wasn’t the first time she and Sam had participated in extracurricular activities while one of them was still asleep, it kept the fire alive. And, it certainly wasn’t the first time they had done something like it with Dean asleep in the bed next to them. His hand started rubbing slow circles around her clit through her panties and he could feel a wet spot forming under his fingers. It turned him on immensely that he could give her that kind of pleasure even while she was still sleeping. Sam longed to feel her wetness on his fingers as he slipped two inside her panties and right into her tight channel, and he picked up speed with both his hand and his hips. 

Y/N moaned softly, rolling to her back and spreading her legs, giving Sam greater access to her soaked pussy. He should have been worried about her state given she may have been hit with a witches spell the night before, but all he could think of was getting his mouth on her. He slid down the bed and under the stiff sheets, pulling her panties with him as he sunk down lower. 

Sam’s hot breath fanned over the smooth skin of her mound and all he could smell was her arousal and it invaded his senses. He could feel it on his tongue before he even tasted her. Sam closed his eyes and descended upon her lips, licking through her sodden folds. Y/N’s hips jerked instinctively when the tip of his tongue ran over her swelling clit. Sam was relentless as he licked, sucked, and nibbled his way through her center, determined to get her as close to orgasm as he could before she woke, screaming his name. 

Two long, slim fingers slipped inside her, her slick easing their way. Sam sought out the treasure spot within that would awaken her and have her coming on his fingers and mouth in mere moments. He pumped his digits, curling them ruthlessly whilst he tongued at her throbbing clit. 

A hand shot out, grabbing a fistful of his hair and burying his face even deeper in Y/N’s pussy. Her hips rocked against his face. Sinful moans and unintelligible sounds fell from her pouty mouth. She was close and he felt her bear down on his fingers. Sam sped up his ministrations, Y/N plummeting to her end. 

“Samuel Winchester!” Cas’s deep voice broke the reverie. 

Sam’s head shot up from between Y/N’s legs to see Cas standing next to the bed, an angry and perplexed look on his face. 

“What the fuck Cas!” Sam whispered loudly. “We’re not into your voyeurism, Dude. Back off!” 

“What the fuck is going on?” Dean groaned from the other bed. Peaking one eye open, it appeared that Sam was eating Y/N’s pussy while Cas watched. Well, if that ain’t creepy. 

“That was amazing,” Y/N murmured. She laid naked, still underneath Sam as he tried to cover her with his body, Cas refusing to move. 

“Yeah, I know. Tell me about it,” Cas retorted sarcastically. “He’s got a talented mouth this one. And those fingers, reaching where only he can re-.”

“Whoa! What the actual fuck is happening right now?” Dean demanded, now wide awake. “Sam, have you and Cas…?”

“What? No!” Sam protested. 

“Then…?” Dean drawled, gesturing between Sam and Cas. 

“Because that fucking witch hit us with a body swapping spell. So while Sam thought he was going down on his girlfriend while she was sleeping, which is really hot by the way, babe, he was actually going down on Cas...in my body,” Y/N explained in Cas’s voice. 

Sam jumped up from the bed as if he’d been burned, staring wide eyed at the naked body of his girlfriend on the bed. 

“Holy shit! What was that? I feel so much lighter,” Cas marvelled, cupping Y/N’s breasts. 

“Cas, that was a mind blowing orgasm, courtesy of one Sam Winchester. You’re welcome,” Y/N relayed, pulling the sheet up her still naked body. She liked to think she was modest, even if she wasn’t really the one naked.  

“Thank you, Sam. Is it customary to thank your sexual partner after such an experience?” Cas wondered aloud. 

“Fuck yes,” Dean agreed. “But, we have more mind blowing things to worry about.” 

“Like how is my girlfriend in Cas’s body if the witch is dead?” Sam pointed out. 

“For starters,” Dean nodded. “Secondly, how is that Cas has never experienced an orgasm?”

“Before I met the three of you, I simply observed human behavior. I never engaged in it,” Cas reminded them. 

“The female orgasm is pretty fucking amazing, but the male one ain’t half bad,” Y/N remarked, crossing to the small kitchette to start a pot of coffee. 

Three heads, including her own, whipped around to look at her. 

“What? I woke up in the middle of the night and was curious about the morning wood Cas’s vessel was sporting. I will say this, Sam, babe, I have a whole new appreciation for your body now,” she smiled, turning back to the coffee pot. “This is a whole new world.”

“Sam, can we try this again once I have regained my vessel?” Cas looked up at Sam from the bed with his girlfriend’s face and eyes. 

“What? No!” Sam croaked, stepping further away from the bed. 

Dean rose from the bed, laughing. “I don’t even want to know.” 

“Cas, if it’s okay with Sam, I’d be happy to help you experience your first male orgasm,” Y/N said. 

“Oh, no, I don’t think so,” Sam objected, crossing his arms over his chest. 

“Oh, baby, don’t get jealous. I only have eyes for you, but you haven’t seen what this vessel is packing,” Y/N divulged. 

“Is it..is it bigger than mine?” Sam asked, his eyes sliding down Cas’s vessel. 

“No, it’s not babe, but still impressive,” Y/N admitted. 

“What about mine?” Dean called out from the bathroom.

“About the same, Dean!” Y/N answered. 

“How do you know how big my brother’s dick is, Y/N?” Sam demanded. 

“Strip poker, Sammy. She kicked my ass!” Dean interjected, opening the door to the bathroom and joining the others. 

“That’s my girl!” Sam cheered. “But can we fix this so I can get all of my girlfriend back?”

“I don’t know. I kinda like this body. Cas, can you teach me how to use your grace?” Y/N inquired.

“Are you going to use it to pleasure yourself, Y/N?” Dean smirked knowingly at his friend. 

“Hell yeah! I want to know what it feels like to get a blowjob,” Y/N confessed. “Can I use the grace to give myself a blowjob?”

“I’d be happy to show you, Y/N,” Cas offered. 

“Listen, we’re going back to the house to see what we missed. Y/N, you and Cas stay here and do...whatever,” Dean said. 

“Keep your hands off my girlfriend’s dick!” Sam pointed at Castiel. 

“I bet you never thought those words would come out of your mouth!” Dean roared. 

“This is gonna be so fucking awesome,” Y/N murmured, removing the suit coat she was still wearing. 

“Can you at least wait until we leave?” Dean asked. 

“Get a move on! I’ve got things to teach and things to learn!” Y/N cackled, removing the rest of the angel’s clothing. 

“This is so fucked up,” Sam mumbled, reaching for his clothes. 

Dean and Sam walked out of the room shaking their heads. “Sam, this isn’t even the most fucked up thing that has happened to us. But, at least Cas is getting laid.” 

“Dude, that’s my girlfriend!” Sam argued. 

“It wouldn’t be the first time one of us shared,” Dean smiled, climbing into Baby, leaving his brother staring in disbelief as he fumbled with the door handle.

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End of Benefits

Summary: Dean and you were friends with benefits until you need to protect your heart. (For more read the request under the tags.) 

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam Winchester, Charlie Bradbury, Jo Harvelle

Warnings: angst, unrequited love, mentions of loss of virginity, jealous reader/Dean, awkward situations, Sam is a good bro, smut, unprotected sex, tension, fun, implied smut, language

 “Asshole,” Charlie mutters watching you watching Dean flirting with another chick. It seems like he did forget about you, forget what happened not months ago.

“We are not a pair, Charlie. Dean can do whatever he wants to. It’s not that he wants more than my body on lonely nights.” You whisper bitterly seeing the chick touching Dean’s arm, whisper something in his ear.

You can see Dean licking his lips, giving her your smile…

“Dude! You let him take your virginity and go at it almost every night.” Jo grunts watching the chick grinding against Dean. “He shouldn’t do such a thing while being with you.”

A cracked smile on your lips you look at Jo, shaking your head. “We are only friends with benefits. I agreed after he took my virginity, believing Dean would change his mind one day. I was wrong, my bad.” Turning around you ignore the shrill sound of the chick’s voice or Dean’s laughter. He has a great time…

“I can cut his balls off!” Charlie is not giving up, already rummaging in her bag to find her knife. “I swear he will regret hurting my girl.”

“Charlie, it’s my fault. I shouldn’t have agreed to this kind of relationship. I’m not like that and knew I would end up getting hurt.” Sniffling you look over your shoulder to watch Dean whispering something in the chick’s ear.

“Y/N…” Jo can see the tears well up your eyes and slings her arm around your shoulders. Charlie moves in front of you to block the view on the scene.

“I think I’ll leave now. Maybe Sam is still up…”

----

Silently entering the bunker after you said goodnight to your friends you stop in front of Dean’s room. Lingering there for a moment you shake your head, remembering the night you fell in his arms for the first time.

Since then he came to your room almost every night, except for the ones you or Dean were injured after a rough hunt. Tonight is different. Tonight, he stayed at the bar with this foreign chick.

You can hear the TV in Sam’s room and silently knock at his door, hoping you can spend some time with your best friend.

“Come in.” The moment you enter the room Sam sees the hurting in your eyes and rushes to your side. He’s not asking what happened, he already knows. Charlie texted him, told him about Dean’s behavior. “Wanna watch a movie with me?”

“Thank you…”

----

Hours later you are almost asleep in Sam’s bed when you hear someone shuffling in front of the door.

Sam is fast asleep, so you grab your gun, to look who’s sneaking around in the bunker. Opening the door, you need to hold back a shriek seeing Dean standing in front of the door.

“There you are, Baby Girl! I was looking for you!” Dean mutters, trying to cup your cheek but you flinch away.

“You were looking for me? That’s a good one! You didn’t even recognize Charlie, Jo and I left hours ago. You were busy getting balls deep into that chick, I guess.” Words dripping with venom you cross your arms over your chest while Dean tries to charm you with his smile and words.

You don’t believe a single word…

“I want you, Y/N. Can’t keep my eyes off you…” Dean tries but this time you won’t give in.

“Why? Did the kid you were chatting up had to go home? Do you believe I will play your consolation prize tonight? No, Dean. I can’t do this anymore…” Looking up at Dean you shake your head. “Or rather I don’t want to…”

“What’s that suppose to mean?” Dean gasps, trying to touch you once again. 

Slapping his hand away you scoff. “That means end of benefits, Winchester. I’m going to sleep in Sam’s room. Goodnight. Look for someone else or call the slut. I bet she gave you her number…”

Dean is shocked when you walk back into Sam’s room, silently closing the door before you let the tears fall. You must protect your heart and can’t let Dean walk all over you ever again.

----

Weeks passed and you feel better. Slowly you started to run with Sam, to do something else than sitting in the bunker, avoiding Dean.

He tried to touch you, tried to lie to your face to get in your good grace again but you refused. You won’t let Dean hurt you anymore, so you slapped his hand away, telling him to never touch you again.

This morning you are ready for your next training with Sam. Wearing his training shorts, and a tank top Sam explains the next exercise.

“Wait…you want to do push-ups while I’m wrapped around you or something?” Scratching your head, you got no clue what Sam means.

“You lie on the floor and then you wrap your arms around my neck and your legs around my waist,” Sam explains while you still got no clue how he shall do push-ups while lifting you.

“Dude! I’m heavy, Sammy. I could crack your back.” Teasing Sam, you poke your finger into his firm chest, giggling.

“I can do it. You will train your muscles this way too. You have to hold tight on me for quite a while, Y/N.” Sam is not giving up, trying to convince you.

“Fine! I’ll do it, Winchester. If you hurt yourself, it’s your fault, not mine…”

----            

Sam is panting, lifting his weight and yours is way more exhausting but he can feel his muscles flex while you hold tight onto him like an ape. His face is contorted, sweat drips down Sam’s body while you try to not fall to the ground.

Your muscles ache, sweat is soaking your clothes. Sam was right, this kind of training is exhausting. What neither you nor Sam see is Dean watching your ‘odd’ training. 

He can see your sweat-slicked body, clinging to Sam’s, can heart the heavy grunts of his brother and you panting heavily. 

Dean’s mind drifts toward one night in which you were riding him for the first time. He let you handcuff his hands to the headboard while you rode him like a ‘stallion’.

“Damn, I think that was an awesome training…” Sam chuckles when you let go off him, just lying on the floor for a moment. “It was…” Panting you give Sam a thumb up before you gather enough strength to walk toward the showers.

Passing Dean, you press your lips into a thin line while your former lover watches his brother staring at your ass, trying to hide the bulge in his pants.

“Don’t even think about it!” Dean warns before he turns on his heels, walking out of the room, muttering insults.

He can’t see the smirk all over Sam’s face. His plan starts to ‘work-out’ as planned…

----

“Ready for your morning run, Y/N?” Sam asks watching you stretch your body. “Ready if you are, Sammy. I’m gonna…” Stopping in your tracks you see Dean standing outside the bunker in track pants.

“Dude, don’t hurt yourself.” Sam teases watching Dean stretching his body. “What are you doing here at that time in the morning?”

Dean looks flustered but he won’t give away he needs to make sure Sam keeps his hands to himself. “I want to become fitter too. I thought to start to run ain’t that bad, ‘cause we run for our lives most of the time…”

Ignoring Dean, you start running without waiting for Sam. The only time of the day you were able to avoid Dean completely and he must mess this up for you too.

----

“You know…” Sam pants watching his brother staring at your sweaty shirt glued to your body. “You could ask Y/N to help you with push-ups too. She’s a great training partner.”

Dean is busy running faster to get a glimpse at your tits, jiggling while you run. Sweat is soaking your shirt and he can see your stiff nipples.

“What did you say, Sammy?”

“Training…push-ups or how about squats?” 

----

“Alright, Y/N. Dean wants to train his legs some more. How about some squats while he uses you as weight?” Sam explains.

Nodding you jump into Dean’s arms, wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. Out of instinct, Dean grabs your ass, squeezing it tightly.

“Dude! Training doesn’t mean you can get grabby. Don’t touch me.” 

Clearing his throat, face flushed Dean glares at Sam who started laughing at his brother's pained expression.

“Back to training. You should do twenty squats, testing if you can do more. I’ll have some water meanwhile. If it’s getting too intense, stop the training. We don’t want you to get hurt, both of you…” Sam smirks walking out of the library while Dean is trying to find a position to get started.

Opening his legs slightly wider than his shoulder width, Dean bends his knees as far as possible while keeping his feet flat on the ground. 

You are holding tight onto Dean while he starts moving up and down. Dean starts grunting, feeling your breasts pressed tightly against his chest while you struggle with the fact you can feel his hard bulge pressing against your core.

Minutes feel like hours and you need to get away from Dean as fast as possible before he can feel your soaked panties.

“I think…” The pressure gets too much, you need to get off Dean as with every move he makes his cock is pressing against you even more. “That’s enough for today.”

Trying to jump off Dean you lose balance, but before you can fall to the floor Dean grabs your arm, making you stumble. Your boobs end up pressed against his chest, and one of your hands grabs his pants only to grope his cock.

“Guys? Is that what you call training?” Sam eyes the bulge in Dean’s pants, laughing as you walk toward the showers, glancing over your shoulder. “You coming?”

Dean’s eyes round and a dirty grin appears all over his face before he runs after you to drag you into the bathroom. The door barely closed behind you before Dean is on you, tugging at your clothing.

Weeks, fuck…I haven’t seen you naked in weeks…” Groaning against your lips Dean rips your top into shreds. “Get out of these clothes or they are history.”

Sliding your pants and panties down you chuckle watching Dean eagerly stripping his clothes off. A jiffy later he’s back on you, pressing you against the tile wall, claiming your lips while his fingers toy with your clit.

“You are dripping for me. Need to help you out, Baby Girl. God, do you know how much I want you to ride me? Want you to handcuff me and use my dick…?” Dean is slipping two fingers into you as you grab his hair, forcing him to look at you.

“Ride you?” Gasping you feel his digits brush over your g-spot, causing you to shudder. “Let’s see how good you can make me feel and later I’ll ride your dick…”

“I can handle you…anytime…anywhere…” Dean mutters retreating his fingers before you can fall over the edge. He grabs your ass, making you jump into his arms once again. “Gonna make some more squats with you right now.”

Arms around his neck, legs wrapped around his waist you watch Dean lining his cock up with your entrance, crying out when he slide right into you.

“Fuck!” Stretched to your limit, pressed against the cool tile wall you paw at Dean’s shoulder when his hips start moving. He’s cursing, while his cock rams into you.

“Need you…need you so bad, Sweetheart…” Grunts leave his lips while you try to not let go of his shoulders. 

Your nails bite into his muscles, your lips nip along his jawline while you take his punishing thrusts. 

“Dean��” Toes curling, your pussy already pulsing around his shaft you whine when Dean stops moving to pull out of you. ‘Dropped’ to the floor you squeal when he turns you around to bend you over, reentering you with one forceful snap of his hips. 

Gripping the edge of the bathtub you start pushing back onto his dick, not caring about the dirty noises you make. 

Sam scrunches up his nose, shaking his head as he passes the bathroom.

Dean, on the other hand, is fisting your hair, calling you his dirty girl. He’s holding you in a tight grip, feeling your walls start to tighten again.

“Come on my dick, Baby. Wanna feel you squeezing me tightly.”

Now you cry out his name, nails breaking at the way you grip the edge of the bathtub even harder. Dean grunts, feeling your slick gushing all over his cock.

Slowing down, only giving you shallow thrusts he let out a deep sigh before his cum floats your channel.

“Damn…I needed that…”

----

Awkward…no beyond awkward you let Dean gently wash your hair. A million questions on your tongue you try to find a way to ask Dean what you shall do now.

“I’ve missed you, Sweetheart…” His voice soft, apologetic Dean moves his arms around your waist. Placing a soft kiss to the sweet spot behind your ear he falls silent for a moment.

“I know you mean sex…” Bitterness in your voice you try to hold back the tears, knowing Dean will never feel the same.

“No, I’ve missed you. I’m bad at admitting my feelings and crap but I do love you, Y/N. I flirted with that chick to get you out of my mind but before she could give me her number I left…”

“Dean…”

“Please, let me show you how I feel for you…”

“Okay…”

-----

“Dude! I want a shower too.” Sam mutters watching Dean leading you out of the bathroom, grinning.

“Bitch!” Dean retorts giving his brother a wink. “Thanks, tho. I know you planned this, planned to bring us back together.”

“Only if you stop doing it in the showers, kitchen or library…”

Dean smirks, licking his lips. “Can’t promise anything but I can assure you right now…” Now he leans closer, chuckling. “My girl will ride me hard in my bedroom…”

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So dean takes reader virginity and became “friends” with benefits, she loves him but she thinks he don’t feel the same but he does. One night at the bar she see dean flirt with a girl so when they go back to bunker she go sleep with Sammy to watch a movie ending what her and dean have. Reader always run with Sam, and one morning after two weeks she refuse dean touches, dean enter the library finding her in Sam harms while his doing push-ups, dean see how she’s sweating with the ponytail moving 2 Hearing hers and Sam grunts and remember when she riding him. She jump of Sam and go to shower and when she’s out of sight D see S hard looking at her ass, jealous dean tell Sam do not ever think to lay a hand on her storming out of the room. The next morning D is waiting for her and S outside the bunker to go run with them, S jokes when see him but she just start run with the boys behind her, when they are running d can’t stop looking at her sweating and her boobs moving 3 S who knows his brother is to stupid to take a move on her he said reader to help dean doing the same pushups she does with him,when she jump on dean arms of instinct dean put his hands on her ass and she scold him that he don’t have to touch her he’s a little horny and embarrassed while Sam is laughing,after S tell him how to do he start moving and every time he moves her boob press on his chest and his bulge touch her core and he grunt,she’s a mess to because she can feel his hot on her core 4 when she jump on the floor she lost balance and she fall on the floor on dean lap accidentally brushing her core on him so dean stop her with his hands tighten her thighs, back at the bunker Sam can fell sexual tension and everyone notice dean big bulge, when she’s going to shower she turns around tell dean “you don’t come?” and dean smirk running behind her, when they enter the bathroom are kissing passionately and dean fuck on the floor telling her to ride him then he flips her on her back 5 and start fuck her hard releasing the two weeks without sex and Sam can eart how they are screaming, when they shower dean caress her and reveal his fellings for her, out of the bathroom dean thanks Sam for taking them back together officially. fluff, smutt hot, humor, angst bit

 Please consider I had to change a few things:

1.      I decided to use squats instead of push-ups. This way she can ‘jump’ up on Dean. That’s a bit difficult while trying to do push-ups. I didn’t get how she shall land on his lap after doing push-ups on the ground, hun. (I cut this scene out…)

2.      I changed the smut scene too. I wanted to include the ‘training’…

[changeling-rin]

Hi! I was wondering, what are your thoughts on the different Zelda games? Not a ranking or anything, just what did you like/dislike in each game/franchise as a whole? And how did you come up with the personalities of the characters for DL? Thank you!

Oof.  Oh, you’re gonna make me Longpost, aren’t you.  Yeah, okay.  You asked for it.

Skyward Sword/Gen 

-I both love, and hate, the motion controls.  On one hand, I have never felt more epic than when I personally stabbed my sword into Demise’s head.  On the other hand, I have never felt more frustrated when my wiimote would misinterpret my swings and I would subsequently die.  Contrary to popular opinion, I actually like Fi.  Her design is beautiful, her theme is gorgeous, and her goodbye to Link is one of the most beautiful yet heartbreaking moments in the entire franchise.  The origin of the Master Sword, in my opinion, might be one of the best things to come out of this game.

Gen’s personality came about mainly as the foil to Lore and Dusk’s pre-existing dynamic.  Lore is the spastic one, and while Dusk is definitely somewhat of the straight-man, he’s much more likely to roll with it unless it’s drastically damaging.  Gen, on the other hand, will avidly apply common sense to anything and everything, and since Lore very rarely follows common sense, Gen morphed into his ‘conscience’, so to speak.  His predilection for healing was a side-effect of me dying a lot in his game and spending more on Red Potion than probably anything else, and also because the group needed a medic and Gen was definitely the most take-charge character I had who would do that sort of thing.

Minish Cap/Speck

The Picori are the cutest things, oh my gosh.  I do, however, suspect their violent and painful end in BotW - if they’re the ones who put the Rupees and Bombs and stuff in the grass, and there’s no such things in BotW…  Aside from that!  I adored the concept of shrinking down and having the entire environment change on you.  It was such a unique way to make an old area new again.  On the flipside, I loathed the Kinstone sidequest with a passion.  I never did manage to match them all.

Speck was basically me saying to myself, ‘He’s a tiny person.  How do tiny people see the world?’  And then he turned into a quiet, shy kid who tries very hard not to be a bother and looks at problems from a completely different angle than most people.  This is why he always second guesses his words - he’s by far the most frequent user of ‘um’, ‘uh’, ‘ah’, ‘oh’, etc, and this is entirely on purpose.  Tiny people, by nature, will do whatever it takes to make sure the bigger people don’t get mad enough to smush them - a bit morbid, I know, but if you think about it…  This is also where his habit of stabbing the eardrum came from.  Where most people wouldn’t even think of it, Speck just saw a really good access point and a whole lot of convenient fabric handholds to get him there.  

Four Swords/The Four

I have actually never been able to get my hands on a copy of the original Four Swords game.  I know.  I’m a disgrace to the fandom.  However, I have done extensive research, and I can say that by far my favorite concept is being able to deploy a Bow-Wow in the direction of my enemies.  I literally cannot imagine it without cackling.  

The Four were the result of me having two sets of Four Sword Heroes and desperately needing some way to tell them apart.  It took a very long time for me to decide to play up the hive mind aspect, but once I did everything clicked for them.  Rather than being split individual aspects of the original Link, the Four are literally a copy-paste of OG Link’s personality with only tiny variations between them, which led to the decision to make them somewhat quiet and awkward about their synchronization.  People rarely accept what’s unfamiliar to them, and to be honest the Four probably have one of the more ‘tragic’ backstories.  They may or may not have been chased out of a town or two due to a couple misunderstandings about the source of their hive mind.  (My babies, I’m so sorry I did this to you I’m a terrible author whyyyyyyyy)

Ocarina of Time/Ocarina

By far, one of the most investing stories in a game.  Ganondorf is fabulously evil, 10/10 would thwart again.  Music, of course, is beautiful.  The travel mechanic, on the other hand, I am not a fan of.  Trying to get somewhere before getting the respective warping Song is tedious at best, and the sheer amount of time it takes for me to swap between Young and Adult Link is just… it’s a hassle, is what it is.  

Ocarina is a little kid in a Big Person’s body, and I write him accordingly.  He’s the wide-eyed boy in a brand-new world.  He’s naive to a lot of things and oblivious to several others.  He and Mask have a bit of an odd dynamic because of this - Ocarina will basically gravitate to wherever Mask is as a sort of unconscious instinct, under the unrealized assumption that Mask means protection.  The ‘Little Brother’ mentality, if you will.  

Majora’s Mask/Mask

THE MOON.  THE FREAKING MOON.  I will never be able to play this game without feeling vaguely stressed and unsettled the entire time and THAT FREAKING MOON is the reason why.  Very compelling plot, 10/10, but WHY.  Aside from that, the music is fantastic, Majora is Creepy To The Max and we so rarely get that in Zelda games so I am on board, the transformation masks are probably my favorite mechanic, and your heartstrings get yanked on several times with the Goron Lullaby quest and Mikau’s entire storyline.  

Mask evolved directly as the opposite to Ocarina, with the caveat that he is directly aware of Ocarina’s unconscious ‘Little Brother’ mindset - Mask just happens to be sincerely uncomfortable with the ‘Big Brother’ role.  He’s more knowledgable, more experienced, and this was done explicitly to be in direct contrast with the fact that he looks like a little kid.  He’s Ocarina’s opposite in every single way, and it’s fun to have them play off each other.

Twilight Princess/Dusk

Probably my favorite game, art-style-wise.  There’s some things that Twilight Princess does fantastically well artistically, not to mention that it contains one of my favorite characters of all time.  Midna is awesome and there’s nothing that will convince me otherwise.  I actually think the wolf mechanic is a really good way to make new problems within old areas - but I will admit, the bug hunts can be tedious.  And that one escort mission can go jump off a cliff. But I adore everything about the concept of a Twilight Realm, and even though Ganondorf comes in and kinda shafts Zant out of the way, he’s fabulous enough that I can accept it.  They are, after all, both marvelously evil.  

Dusk’s personality came from me thinking back on everything that happens in his game and promptly deciding that: he either went a little insane to deal with it all, or he had the lowest level of crap to give that I’d ever seen.  Obviously, I decided on the latter, and I’m very glad I did, because from there that allowed me to build the faux-duo-actually-triad leadership between him, Lore, and Gen that works so very well.  I kinda ended up putting a little of myself into Dusk, in that he’s very reserved and will think about what he says before saying it.  Of course, I had to incorporate the wolf somehow, and the way that was the most fun for me was to bring some of those traits over into his hylan form.  One of these was me interpreting the howling mechanic as Dusk being a naturally good singer, and we all know where that led.

Four Swords Adventures/Red, Blue, Green, and Vio

The loss of the Bow-Wow hits me deeply, but we do get horses so that helps a little.  Also, it surprised me a little how similar this game is to the predecessor, Four Swords.  There’s a couple plot differences, Shadow Link is a thing, but for the most part it follows a very similar pattern and I kinda wish something different had been done.  It’s fun having more than one weapon to swing around, but not quite as much without other people to play with.  The one thing I have to say about Zelda multiplayer games is that, without actual multiple players, it’s just… not as fun.

I freely admit that large parts of Green, Vio, Red, and Blue’s personalities came directly from the FSA manga - particularly, the subversion of color expectations by having Red be the timid one and Blue be the aggressive one.  You never see that nowadays, and I immediately pounced on it.  Vio and Green had slightly less large chunks of manga personality, but I basically ripped their inner-group dynamic wholesale.  Their individual interactions though, those are all me.  Blue and Vio just seemed like natural bicker partners.  Red’s Adorable Puppy face evolved out of the sheer amount of times the manga had him on the verge of, or shedding, actual tears.  And Green naturally needed to be the exasperated leader keeping them all in line.  It all just sorta flowed from there.

Link to the Past/Lore

The originator of such musical classics like Kakariko Village, the Dark World theme, and Zelda’s Lullaby, and I thank this game for making these songs so good.  I adore the way that the Dark World can take the entire freaking country of Hyrule and turn it into something completely new.  But there were some times where I wasn’t sure where to go?  I don’t know if it was me or not, and it could have been.  I might just be bad at inferring destinations.  

Lore is the direct result of being the target of four entire games, and me thinking to myself, ‘Now how does a normal person deal with something like that?’  The answer was, of course, that they throw normality out a window.  Lore is my way to have fun, and also to let out every random impulse I’ve ever had but never acted on.  In a way, Lore is me, but without all the inhibitions.  Sometimes he ends up being a direct conduit between my brain-thoughts and the page.  That aside, I also gladly seized the opportunity to bring something different to the group, which is how the different languages came in.  He’s the only Link who actively, within his games, visits other countries, and there was no way I could pass that up.  

Oracle of Ages/Oracle of Seasons

They remind me of Pokemon titles.  “Here’s these two games!  With the exception of some minor details, they’re exactly the same!  Combine them for a special surprise!”  I do think the Subrosians are adorable though.  And of course, shout-out to Veran, the only explicitly female villain the Zelda franchise has ever seen.  Maybe someday you’ll get a friend to help you out in that testosterone-filled mess.  Maybe someday. 

Link’s Awakening

Far sadder than I anticipated it being.  Also, the Bow-Wow returns!  Clearly the best thing in the game. On the bad side - I don’t remember which one it was - there was this one dungeon that just… for the life of me I could not get it to make sense in my brain.  I don’t know why.  I also don’t remember what the solution was.  Very engaging story though, the Windfish mystery kept me engaged right up to the Big Reveal.

A Link Between Worlds/Sketch

The painting mechanic is just.  It’s so clever.  The entire landscape is transformed with a single dimension shift and I loved it.  I was kinda skeptical about the same map as LttP, but then Lorule happened and I was pleased enough with that to accept it.  Ravio and Hilda are fine additions to the LoZ family and I wholeheartedly accept them - also, the Lorule Castle theme is one of the best songs in the franchise, fight me.  One thing I do remember is this one boss battle, I think with some sort of Manhandla plant?  It took me at least ten or so tries to get past that thing.  Really didn’t enjoy that one.

Everything intentional about Sketch evolved from his painting ability, this being his phobia of water, his tendency to use stealth in a confrontation, and his continued sidetracking with artistic ideas.  At some point though, he turned into one of the most sarcastic Links in the bunch, and I’m really not sure how it happened.  But it seemed to fit him for whatever reason.

The Legend of Zelda/Realm

I regrettably have not been able to get my hands on this one either, but I have watched a play-though.  My observations are as follows:                    Where is the map.  How did anyone figure out where they were going in this game.  I don’t understand how that wall was supposed to indicate it was bomb-able.  How did people play this game without getting too frustrated to continue.                                                                                       On the bright side, the dungeons seemed to be very well-laid-out, and the bosses, while repetitive, were pretty memorable.  I suspect I would get lost within the first ten minutes, though.

Realm is directly based off of my above observations.  I am firmly of the opinion that absolutely nobody can make it through the original LoZ game without getting lost at least once, and this resulted in Realm’s absolutely abysmal sense of direction.  Consequently, I made him hopelessly optimistic and cheerful enough to make the sun jealous, because the only person who could put up with those sorts of mishaps is the person who can just get right back up and keep going.  Also, the fact that I myself and severely directionally challenged means that writing Realm comes very easily.

The Adventure of Link

I have not played this one either.  I apologize.  That said, I dislike the switch from top-down to 2-D scroller.  In comparison with literally every other game in the franchise, AoL feels the least like a ‘Zelda’ title.  Though, for the invention of Shadow Link, I award at least few points.

Wind Waker/Wind

It’s adorable.  It’s somehow a very dark and serious game disguising everything behind a cute and cartoony art style and even though I can recognize it I don’t actually care.  The story is engaging, Tetra is the Best Pirate, and the ocean makes it feel so big.  I do think the sailing mechanic can be a bit time-consuming before the warp travel kicks in, and I actually feel like Ganondorf went down too easily, maybe?  

Wind is based off of sailing, basically.  I took the amount of time it takes him, in-game, to get places and decided that he has the patience of a saint.  Also the bafflingly ability to stay awake for three days straight, but that hasn’t come up in DL, so.  Because of this, he’s usually pretty content to let conversations evolve without much input from him, unless he’s got something important to say.  And of course, he’s got the Wind Waker, which resulted in me making up an entire magical classification system to explain why he’s so good at controlling the weather, accompanied by an entire chapter-length head canon about the relation between the weather and music.  Ironically enough, for all that Wind has no instrument of his own, the fact that he’s a conductor means he’s actually the most musically talented of the whole group.

Phantom Hourglass

I wouldn’t call it a worthy sequel to Wind Waker, but I honestly don’t think it’s too bad - with the exception of the Temple of the Ocean King.  First time, it was kinda fun.  Second time, less fun,  Third time, getting repetitive.  Fourth time, getting annoying.  Fifth time, and I was really done with that mechanic.  The remixed Sailing Theme was good though, and once I got past Linebeck’s surface personality I liked him pretty well too.

Spirit Tracks/Steam

I have never played this one, but the concept seems fun.  The riding-a-train song is amazing.  This Zelda is probably the most fleshed-out that the character has ever been, and I dearly hope she can take the position of ‘companion guide’ again someday.  Or maybe even ‘protagonist’, who knows?  I do dislike how vague Malladus is, because as the Final Bad Guy I feel like he should have been solidified more than just “Demon sealed a long time ago”.  And to be honest, why Trains?  It just seems so random.  

Steam, like several other Links, is based around his gameplay.  As an engineer, he’s a pretty hands-on type of person, which is why he frequently gets distracted with the inner workings of other Links’ items.  And due to the fact that Trains require very little input to control and a lot of travel time, he’s the least physical of all of them.  This basically means that he runs the slowest, hits the lightest, and will likely bring the least to the table in a fight.  This is one of the reasons I gave him the ‘I Like Trains’ summon, because even if he himself can’t hit very hard, his Train sure as heck can. 

Oh my gosh I think this took me a solid hour to type out, I hope you’re very happy with this response Anon ;)

[1stunseeliefaelass]

Darksiders Arthurian Tales Revisited

Chapter 9: Revelations

Death sighed, "In some ways it was, no need for a ruckus."

Meanwhile the Wendigo behind them began snarling as it transformed back into its 'normal' state. Death then approached it cautiously, Harvester still poised to strike it down.

The words it said next surprised everyone, "Thank you........"

All of a sudden Merlin popped into the space with seemingly no aid from a portal, "Ok I've finally figured out what this bastard. Oh hi." That last part being said in quite the nervous tone.

Morgen and Death looked at him surprised whilst Aspen shook her head, "Why is it everytime I get involved with others....YOU...happen to be involved with them?"

"Maybe because they're coming to a genius. Who just so happened to figure out what the hell that guy is. It's a Wendigo, kind of sort of....went on dream journey and got his mind fucked up. And then got fixed in poor fashion."

"Right.....and I suppose you have a plan to help with this?" Aspen asks him a bit untrusting.

"Well I mean....technically these things are omnivores. I dunno how to help this thing any further. Given the fact that it looks to be.....alright?"

Aspen facepalmed, "In other words, all you had was information about the creature and NOTHING ELSE. Ugh, probably got distracted by some lass or other."

"A, I was always fascinated at the fact that these guys are more amongst us druids than the brutish monsters most are accustomed to. And I also, no I haven't, I would've been stuck in my house for the past twenty-four hours, I am forty-eight hours exhausted."

"How marvelous. So what's the point of this information then?" Aspen inquires.

Merlin is unaware as Morgen approaches the Wendigo curiously but cautiously as well, and answers Aspen, "Meaning their cannibalistic tendencies are curbed..."

"Greatly.." The Wendigo hissed before Merlin could say it.

Morgen meanwhile felt a strong pull for some reason, only being stopped by Death and held back. The look in his eyes seemed to suggest concern, "What in Creation are you doing?"

"Something strong's calling me, quite incessantly in fact. It's just pulling me."

Death however grabbed her outstretched arm, "And where exactly is this 'call' pulling you? Cause to me this could be a trap."

The Wendigo looks up at him, "I won't bite....I know what's happening. Kind of....although it is rare to see one of your kind here."

Morgen looked at him quizzically, "What do you mean by...one of my kind...?"

The Wendigo suddenly paused with concern then told her quickly, "Crap....I have to go... if you need my help...I'll be in Alaska." With that he sprouts owl wings before flying into a portal he made. Once it shuts, Death notices Merlin examining Morgen up and down.

Aspen then grabs him by the ear and Death places Morgen behind him, "What the hell are you doing?"

"Owowowowow! What the HELL Aspen?" Merlin asked her.

"Asked the old pervy mage." Aspen sighs.

"I was NOT being pervy, just being fucking curious is all. Now would you please let go of my fucking ear?!" Merlin got out angrily.

"And you thought saying you were...'curious' was supposed to help your case?"

"I dunno, just seems a little bit off given what the Wendigo just said. Made me a little bit worried, and I just wanted to see what it was." Merlin pled.

"I did feel a strange pull towards the Wendigo, should I be concerned?" Morgen inquires nervous.

"I don't know yet. I need to do a further examination." Merlin insists.

Death holds her close on instinct, "Given her current history, that may not be a good idea."

Morgen was surprised at first but as Death didn't let go she started to enjoy it a little. Blushing all the more as she did so. Feeling his rough hands on her back was so soothing. After a moment she let out a satisfied exhale, which he felt on his chest quite easily.

Merlin of course says this gem before Death can say anything, "I think you're enjoying that a little bit too much over there my lady."

Death's own reaction, was to go red behind his mask, and go dumbfounded, "What exactly do you mean by that?"

"How long since you've been with a woman to have forgotten what THAT sound means?" Merlin questions him.

Death thinks on it briefly then looks down at Morgen, "Uhm......you wanna say something?"

"Well uh.......uhm.......ah......oh dear....." Morgen gets out in her massive embarrassment.

Death begins to back up, thinking that may help things. Letting Morgen go he tells her, "I'm sorry about that."

"I don't mind it, in fact I.....that is I......uhmmmm....." Morgen began before looking at Aspen and Merlin watching her, and she blurted out, "It was soothing ok?!"

Morgen then shuts her mouth quickly as Death looks back at her, "Uhmmmm well then I.....you're welcome...this is first time anyone's ever said that....about me."

Merlin gets a coy smile then tells Death, "I have something to talk with ya about. Now get over here before I start embarrassing ya even further."

Death quickly jogs over to him and goes on a walk, "Is there a reason that you wish to speak with me NOW?"

"Ok first off you do realize that's she's pining for ya right?" Merlin inquires only for Death to be silent, caught off guard by the question, "Oh my god....you don't. How daft are ya, I just need to ask."

"I can tell, believe me."

"Ok how long has it been since you've been with a woman? That has forced anything on you?" Merlin questions him.

"Uhm I.....I can't really seem to recall. That's why I'm here."

"Ooooooooh. So you need some memory magic eh? What exactly for?" Merlin asked him.

"I've been having visions, dreams, recollections, came here to see if they were memories or if they were just small dreams." Death explains.

"You do realize I could give ya a memory potion that could snap you back into normal recollections."

Death somehow...understands this, "So what you're saying is this potion will make me remember that which has been locked away?"

"Make ya remember all that you've lost? Yes. It helped me remember what happened while I was having a black out. Helped me avoid many an awkward conversation."

"Did NOT need to KNOW that. Of all things, THAT was the last thing I needed to hear." Death expresses in an uncomfortable tone.

"Look this'll help, trust me. If it helps me it'll help you." Merlin states before walking off then coming right back...,"Op nevermind, just in case something goes wrong."

"What?"

"Oh nothing to worry about Horseman, trust me. Just drink it." Merlin explains.

Death finally does so and ends up downing it all. Merlin tries to stop him but is too late. Death then begins to have a massive headache of pain, but somehow has the fortitude to remain standing. Which only concerns Merlin all the more as Death remembers all the locked up memories. The repressed ones with Lilith hit him all over again accompanied by him pulling through with only occasional growl in pain. Death then starts to weep softly, surprising all but Aspen. He sees Wren as the nurse that once saved his life, to the warrior she eventually became due to his advice to her, then when seeing the memory of her being dead he begins to weep harder. Then he actually begins to calm down a bit as he remembers his little baby daughter. The memories of holding her in his arms, when she was taken, and surprisingly when Absalom told him he searched for her and that she'd died.

"I need to go find her now!" Death shouted to his brother within the memory.

"It's too late brother. " Absalom begins whilst handing him a torn piece of the fabric Death had wrapped her in. It was bloodied as well, "This is all we found, what was left. Best to forget it, and move on. Besides her Mother was a Fae, nothing to be writing home about."

"You didn't look hard enough, you must've missed something." Death begged in a mix of denial and anger.

"Oh please, it was a Hag, since when do they leave anything behind."

"I promised to keep her safe! I promised! Not let me go! Let me go hunt! I can find her!" Death pleaded.

"Hunt all you want brother, you'll find nothing. I'm sorry for your...loss. But for the sake of us all brother, leave it in the past. It's nothing worth...crying about now."

Death shouted, "She was my child!"

"And I've had many children myself. The weak shall perish, only the strong shall survive. You don't see me mourning them do you?"

Death however finally just screamed at him, "SHE WAS MY FIRST ABSALOM! AND IT'S MY FAULT SHE'S DEAD! WHAT DO YOU HONESTLY EXPECT OF ME?! TO BECOME THE HEARTLESS MONSTER LIKE YOU ARE NOW?! TO NOT CARE JUST LIKE YOU DO?!"

Absalom puts the axe down and walks up to him, "You wound me for thinking I don't care. I think on what's best for our people. And right now I'm thinking about what's best for you. Let it go."

Death enraged, only shouted, "IF I FIND OUT, THAT YOU IN ANY WAY HAD ANY PART OF THIS...."

"Keep your threats to yourself Death, before you find them being shoved down your throat."

With that the memory ends as Death runs off in his rage. Death then comes to back in Aspen's forest. A mix of emotions going through his mind, particularly anger, as Absalom was indeed lying. And this time, Death could tell he was.

He immediately asked Aspen in a darkened tone, "Do you have any trees here that you need cut down?"

"No Horseman, but perhaps Merlin can send you to a room or dimension full of things to destroy?" Aspen suggests gently.

"Uuuuummmmmm.....I've a training room you could like. It'll base the enemies on your memories. You know, if you're pissed off at someone, you can technically take care of em. Not the real deal, but it'll help." Merlin explains.

"Just send me in there." Death says simply with a growl.

Merlin does so, leaving Death to face a memory of Absalom.

"Remember what I said I'd do to you if you lied to me? I found out you lied about my daughter!" Death shouts already starting the barrage.

Morgen and the others wait for him to return for quite a long while. Morgen begins to grow worried as time goes on. Suddenly Death appears from the room after asking Merlin to bring him back. Morgen stands straight up and asks, "Are you alright?"

"I'm a lot better now than I was a few minutes ago. I need to take care of a few things, I'll take you back in case happens." Death tells her in a depressed state.

Morgen only nods and allows him to bring her back to Vortigern's home. Once they return she heads inside as Death hurries off into the northeast.

When she gets inside at last, she hears Strife ask her a bit coyly, "So how'd it go?"

"It went well, but I think the memories are....more painful than he expected. He's headed northeast from here, if you want to go check on him." Morgen explains somberly.

"So where is he now? Or is he being private about that?"

"He spoke no words on the way back, he just left without a word as well. Only heading northeast on Despair as I walked inside." Morgen replies.

"Great. Also, uhm...did you encounter any problems while you were out?"

"We finally took care of the Wendigo, he won't be bothering anyone now. He's gone home." Morgen says.

"Huh? Explain."

Morgen does so, and notices Strife getting confused at first. Then when mentioning the memories and how he screamed in anger at the end of them coming back to him, Strife looked worried.

"You hear any names being screamed at all?"

"Only once, and I heard the name Absalom. I don't know it, but he sounded severely angry and hurt by something he did. Something about a child." Morgen explains as best she can.

Wide eyed, Strife said, "Aw shit. So he's remembering that now, great."

"What's wrong with that memory exactly?"

"Not my place, that's something he needs to tell you. Whenever he's out of his moods." Strife tells her before heading outside.

Strife decides ultimately that Death should talk to somebody right now. That he needs to talk to someone. So he rides out with Mayhem to find Death. Tracking Death through the tracks Despair left behind. Before too long, Death managed to find a secluded cabin. One that had ultimately seen far better days. Hell it actually looked as though it had been vandalized recently. Death looks around for any missing valuables and finds a specific locket he gave to Wren long ago is indeed missing. He knew because it was usually hung above the fireplace. Then he hears something in the basement. He goes downstairs with Harvester, finding a typical bandit easily enough.

"If you wish to live, drop everything you've gained from here, and leave." Death growled to him.

The man did obey and quickly took off in a panic. Death then goes through the bag of stolen goods and begins to place them back in their proper places. Feeling happy memories from some, and sad memories from others. The locket he glances over for a time, and he chooses to look into it. This locket had Wren's memories of him within it, and he decides watch through them. And then he saw the memory Wren had of the last time he saw her alive. He saw the beautiful cliffside cave they'd been in, with a gorgeous aurora borealis in the sky. The memory went well, then Death heard the part he was dreading.

"I wish we could stay this way forever." He heard Wren say to him.

"Unfortunately forever doesn't seem to last that long."

Wren then sighed, "Death you could just stay here. You don't have to leave. No one's forcing you to..."

"I kinda have to. Responsibilities unfortunately, besides Absalom would drag me out of here and kill you if I ever abandoned everyone. I'm sorry, but unfortunately responsibilities have dictated that I need to go."

"Death please, you gave my life more purpose than being a warrior ever brought. Than being a lonely nurse in my home brought. I need you, please don't leave me." Wren pleads with him.

"Take solace in the fact that I will return. But I can't stay, I have to go. Now please, let's not this any harder, ok?"

Wren then holds him tightly, sobbing into his chest. This lasted for some time as he comforted her. Finally Wren told him softly, "Death, I love you. Please promise you'll return to me soon."

"I'll try." Death told her before gently kissing her, then Wren asked of him,

"Before you go, please do one thing for me. So I can bare this loneliness."

"What is that?"

"Impregnate me. Please." Wren begged him.

"Uh.....huh. It's gonna be a little bit different but, I think I have my ways." Death expresses with a chuckle before they got to it.

After this Death saw them have their moment of passion and how he left her at home at the end of the night. He closes the locket, and places his head in his hands.

"Staying was the choice I should've made. I'm sorry."

Suddenly he heard a light knock, and turned his head growling in an undetermined emotion.

"Hey cool it dude, it's only me." Strife calmly states.

"Why are you here? How the hell did you find me? And to top it all off, how much of that did you hear?"

"Small bit. Came here cause I thought you might need somebody to talk to." Strife tells him.

"Riiiiiight. And you didn't think I wouldn't be in the mood?"

"Uh huh. As for how I found you, got the direction you went in, and you didn't help things by not hiding Despair's tracks."

"Just.....just leave me to this. So I can do something I didn't do a long time ago." Death implored him.

"Hey, I'm coming in. And I'm not leaving, not while Uther's still running around. Besides, you shouldn't be alone while like this. If you want me quiet, that's fine. But I'm not leaving bro. I'm staying right here with ya."

"Fine, but silence is what I'm seeking now." Death calmly said.

Strife then sat down on a chair behind the couch Death was sat on. Remaining quiet as Death asked him to. Strife occasionally glanced his way, noticing the pain he felt in his current body language. Strife soon decided to do some maintenance on his guns to pass the time. Better than the ringing in his ears that often came with prolonged silence. While there was the occasional click of parts or a metallic tink, Death didn't seem to mind it. If anything he couldn't blame Strife for passing the time that way. He only kept staring at the locket for what seemed like hours, in fact it was quite a long time before Death finally sighed. Strife paused, listening intently for whatever his brother may say at last.

"Thanks, for being silent and being here."

"You're welcome. Feel free to stick around, I'm not done cleaning Mercy here." Strife told him.

Death nods then heads outside, finding a patch of gravestones nearby. He goes up to one in particular, looking at it in silent reverence. Then suddenly, he noticed the grave site itself had freshly disturbed dirt. As if someone had been digging recently. Slowly gaining a look of concern mixed with shock, then he turned Harvester into a shovel. He needed to see for sure that she was intact, that nothing was taken. That SHE wasn't taken. Then upon reaching the hollow hole where she'd been placed eons before, he found no body. Fearing the worst had been done, Death backs away in pure shock. Then upon collapsing into a sitting position, he heard Strife hurry outside.

"Yo you alright out here, what the hell's going on?!"

Death can only point to show Strife what's wrong.

Strife then hurried over and examined the exhumed coffin. Which currently had a hole through the top, as if someone had punched through it, "Ok, where did the body go? And what the hell happened to the coffin?"

"I left her here....I could've sworn it was right here."

Strife then walked up to his brother then kneeled, "Dude snap out of it.", shaking Death in the process.

"Waaaugh....What? What what?"

"Bro, coffin. Look at it." Strife tells him.

Death does so reluctantly and actually sees the coffin lid's hole. This only raises even more questions though, "How could there be a hole? Why is it looking as if it's from the inside? Did I bury her alive? No that can't be right, I felt no pulse on her.....she never breathed.....Maybe some weird version of a coma? No that's ridiculous. Uhm uh....."

"Wait a minute, what happened?"

Death takes a moment to breathe and asks Strife, "If I tell you this, can I trust you to keep quiet about it?"

"Remember Lilith? Kept my mouth shut about that. I still think you should Fury and War though."

"I'm still afraid that they'll try to avenge me. And end up as playthings, like I did."

"A, you don't give those two enough credit. B, you beat yourself up way too much. And C, War's way too smart for that." Strife explains.

"What about Fury?"

"Eh....mixed response to that one. But me and War will keep her 'calm' and in close proximity in case she actually does go after her. Trust me, you've got to worry about when it comes to those two, ok?" Strife assures him.

"You think they'll react to it ok? That they won't....be ashamed of me because of what happened to me?"

"They know just as well as us how fucked up Lilith is. How evil, twisted, and manipulative that BITCH can be. I also know they won't shame you for something that wasn't your fault. I didn't, and I never will. You didn't deserve that, not one second of those three days." Strife states calmly.

"Thank you."

"So you gonna start explaining this whole place to me?" Strife asks.

"Remember the fact that I, had a daughter once?"

Strife cocked his head skeptically, "You? Having a kid?"

Death only sighs and then tells Strife, "Remove the helm, I'll show you."

"A, it's a visor. B, give me a second to unhook it."

Once Strife got it off of him, Death then showed him the memories of Wren, the last time he saw her alive, his reaction to a letter she sent about her pregnancy, and the day he found her dead. Next came his memories of their little daughter. How he held her, the anklet she was given based on Nephilim tradition, the Hag that took her from him, and Absalom's bullshit towards Death. Only then did Strife remember for himself. He remembered how depressed Death had become. How he'd rarely eat unless forced to, almost never speaking, and just obsessing over the piece of fabric. Even to the point he wrapped it around a tiny felt doll made to look like an infant. He always kept it in a little box with a ring he'd made for Wren a long time ago. One he never got to give her. It was a pewter feather that wrapped around the finger with the vein of said feather being blue glowstone. Wren had once said it was her favorite.

"Dude, don't this the wrong way. I thought you were screwing around with her. I didn't know it was serious! If I knew it was, I wouldn't even have allowed Aspen to take your memories. Or even allowed to go attempt it." Strife expressed sympathetically.

Death only shook his head, "Not your fault, I just made the choice. But she's missing."

"Yeah, strangely. You don't think that she pushed her way out?"

"I don't know. I don't even see how that's even possible. She was dead, no pulse, no signs of life, nothing." Death stated.

"Well maybe it was so faint you didn't notice it?" Strife asks cautiously.

"I checked. I used my magic in order to see if there was life in her. I sensed NOTHING. No matter how many times I checked, or how many times I actually prayed. There was no life."

"Yeesh, talk about a horror story. Apparently somebody up and died and came back? Humans talk about crap like this." Strife remarked.

"Yes but those stories are about elderly people, and someone who's tied to the Creator. Not someone who's young and had no relations to him." Death insisted.

Course behind both Horseman, a young woman had just returned with a hand pulled wagon behind her. Upon seeing Death however, she quietly lowered the wagon down and began to back away towards the house. Not wanting to be seen, especially not now.

Death suddenly senses life nearby, "We're not alone."

He then turns around and nearly throws Harvester in that direction. Only to hear a familiar voice shout to him, "Wait! Death calm down!"

Death did so, slowly, and lowered Harvester. Once he did, he saw someone he never thought he would again. In his shock and disbelief, he dropped his scythes, "I uh....I...Wren?"

"Hello Death." Wren told him, looking as though nothing had happened to her.

Death immediately comes up and begins checking her over. He finds no signs of dirt, she isn't wearing the dress he found and buried her in, he then checks for any Necromancy. To his further shock, there are no signs of that magic having been used on her. He does notice her knuckles looked scratched up and a bit swollen, as if she'd punched something and broken them recently.

"I think you need to start explaining something to me."

"Yeah, last my brother knew, you were DEAD." Strife adds on.

Wren sighed and looked up at him, "I once told you I was a Fae, but that was a lie. I'm not a Fae at all, I'm an Arcaneian. From the realm once called Arcaena. You know of the race I'm sure, having fought them before."

"Yeah, one of your Generals nearly killed. In fact that's how we met."

Wren nods, "Yes, I recall readily. You came to me battered beyond all belief, a sleek sword through your chest. I even remember how many times you tried getting out of bed."

"Yeah....but how does any of that explain you being ALIVE?!"

"Calm down and I'll get there. Arcaneians have an ability to resurrect after a long time. For some it takes longer than others. The only catch, you can only do so a few times. Should you reach a particular age, you'll just die. You won't have anymore chances." Wren tells him calmly.

"Oh, are there any other things that I should know about?" Death inquired.

"We have tattoos that only reveal themselves on Arcaena. And should we indeed die we turn into a weapon that only has a shadow of our personality. What we were in life, is barely a memory, if even that. It's actually....kind of terrifying to think about." Wren tells him sounding a bit nervous.

"Oh GRAND....great, so.....that's a.....lot to take in actually." Death says being reminded of the Grand Abominations briefly.

"I know it's a bit like those....'devices' you were involved with. But it's not the same thing, it's different I assure you. It's only a scary concept for me."

Death sighed before asking, "So...how powerful are these weapons?"

"The Abominations were more powerful than them overall. But they can get to massive destruction levels if they're an old construct or weapon, if they're original body or soul is extremely powerful enough to boost them to that degree, or when they become mystically charged enough."

Death looks at her a bit wide eyed, "You have any examples of these?"

"Yes actually. Although I'm.....reluctant to bring them up." Wren told him nervously, staring at the graves of her family members.

Death observes them a bit and questions, "If I dig them up, am I going to find these 'things' you were talking about?"

"I would assume so....but please reconsider. Let's just leave them be please....." Wren pleads with him.

Death can see the fear in her eyes, and it's never been something he got used to, "We won't touch them. Why are you, terrified to begin with?"

"To look upon them......is to acknowledge my own eventual fate. And there's barely anything left of their original selves in those weapons now......It used to give me nightmares....about what may happen to me....and when I was stuck in that grave.....I had to listen to them.....speaking to me....." Wren tells him in a fearful tone.

Death hugs her, holding her closely, "If I knew, I would not have buried. I only need to ask one more question? What would've happened if I had cremated you on the pyre?"

"It wouldn't have done anything really, only made my recovery longer. And probably more painful too." Wren expresses simply, calming down a slight.

"Glad I buried you." Death states stroking her back, "So....how have you been doing these past few...eons now?"

"I only came out recently. Aside from being scared shitless in that dirt, I have been just gathering supplies and keeping a low profile mostly."

Death then thinks a moment, before asking Strife telepathically, "Would it be good to tell her about our daughter?"

"I dunno dude this is up to you. It may be a BAD idea, but if you wanna go for it then go for it. She's probably gonna find out on her own eventually anyway."

Death swallows hard, dreading what he's inevitably having to tell her, "Wren....I'm not sure if you heard me. But when I found our daughter......I promised you I'd keep her safe. Do you.....remember that?"

"I remember hearing your voice once. Although it was long ago, and you sounded devastated. That's about it. Why? What happened?" Wren questioned him concerned.

"I......I couldn't......I......I failed.....I failed you Wren......I failed our daughter......a Hag took her.....and I couldn't.....stop her......My brother refused to let me.....go find our little one.......I don't know her fate......but I.......I fear what it may be. I'm so sorry......I'm so sorry Wren....." Death told her falling to his knees.

"So she's gone? You've never found her?" Wren implored him.

"I tried everything.....I couldn't find her.....I even tried finding Hag, and I found no remains either. Given the current information I got.....I'm glad I never any remains or strange weapons. So there's some hope at least......I'm....I'm so sorry.....I....wish I could've saved her. Please forgive me...."

Wren knelt with him and this time was the one doing the holding, "We'll find her Death, one way or another. Just please don't blame yourself. You did all you could for her."

Strife turns around and walks off, clearly trying to hide his choked up voice, "I just need to....go over there for a minute.....I need a little minute to myself....got something in my eye....not going to be looking good. And uh....I'll help finding her too. Besides, she's family too right?"

"Yeah, she's family." Death expressed calmly as he stood up, "Also, when we get back to the others...."

"Don't tell em? Got it."

Death decides to wait until another time to explain the situation with Morgen. Wanting to wait to find out more about how he feels towards her. Wren of course has it in her mind to go hunting through various Hag nests.

Course Death has Despair come to his side and asks Wren, "Do you...want to come along? I know how you are about...being alone and all."

"You'd let me come along?" Wren asks surprised.

"It's the least I can do after essentially burying you alive....so yeah...Besides we've got decent food there." Death states.

"Very well, just let me grab some things from inside." Wren says hurrying to gather some belongings.

She takes the locket and naturally takes her current weapon. Course she also takes the sword that was in Death's back once. Having kept it because it asked her to. She then hurries out, with Death helping her onto Despair's saddle. Once Strife mounts up, they hurry off. Death wanted to ask what she brought, but chose to inquire on it later. When they finally returned, Morgen caught glimpse of them. When noticing Wren on Despair's saddle, she felt a twinge of jealousy coming on. If anyone was around they'd notice her eyes had gained a bit of emerald green alongside the usual amethyst purple.

Barrcus turned the corner and found her looking out the window. Seeing her eye color he asked her, "And who seems to be the holder of your jealous gaze?"

Morgen sighs, "The woman with Death there, she's probably important to him. I'm worried they might be....close."

"And what do you wish me to do, in order to help alleviate those emotions?"

"Nothing. Beyond maybe advice....if you have any council for me." Morgen requests.

"You should probably tell him at some point, about your feelings for him. That way it could give him a way of dealing with how he may be feeling. Or it could give him incentive to figure out what he's feeling. Either way, you'll know and either put your feelings aside or explore them. Just be patient, and don't go that fast. Just take it slow, for both of you."

"Thank you Barrcus. Would you recommend I speak with the woman as well? Maybe to get to know her and prevent resentment?" Morgen suggests.

"That indeed is a wise choice. As long as you keep your emotions in check. Just be the understanding woman I know you are."

"Of course, I'll be mindful of myself. Thank you." Morgen expressed with a sweet hug, which Barrcus reciprocated despite his pain.

[self-proclaimed-chaotic-good]

The Family Business | Adam Milligan x Reader (Oneshot)

Trope Prompt: First Time

Words: 1856

Fandom: Supernatural

Summary: Continuation of On the Road. Before you could look further into the disappearance of Sam and Dean and the reappearance of Adam, a nearby town had been attacked by a mysterious animal. Meanwhile, you and Jack start to teach Adam the basics.

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You and Jack curiously watched as Adam wolfed down two burgers while washing it down with beer. If he was really a Winchester, then it would explain the similar behavior he had with Dean. He paused mid-bite, his cheeks full like a chipmunk, as he looked up and saw the two of you staring. He grunted a question, to which you and Jack exchanged a look and waved it off.

The three of you were in a motel room at a town near where the road spat out Adam. There was some suspicious activities in the area, but it could most likely be unrelated. Jack was conflicted, deciding whether you should at least check it out or call in another hunter to deal with it.

Adam was given a much needed shower while you used the motel’s laundry mat to clean his clothes. At first he was wary of the two of you just as you were wary of him. Given his experience with angels, he couldn’t readily believe that anyone was a good or bad guy anymore. To build trust, you exchanged stories about Sam and Dean. He didn’t have much time to get to know them, what with the whole impending apocalypse and cage opening thing happening.

You told him how Sam and Dean found you after your town was attacked by a vengeful spirit. You had been working towards getting your own vet clinic after getting your DVM and working under a senior veterinarian.

Your friend had fallen victim to the spirit, leading you to go and investigate it yourself. You ran into the brothers and stubbornly tagged along. After the three of you solved the case, you realized that there wasn’t anything tying you to the town and you no longer wanted to continue on your current career path. They told you you were always welcome with them, and you’ve been a part of their little found family ever since.

Adam took a while to wrap his head around the fact that Jack was the antichrist. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting besides the Omen movies. You assured him that Jack was safe and that he was nothing like his real father. It was still awkward between the three of you, so you hoped that the new case could help with that.

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The kidnappings, drained bodies, and break-ins to the local blood bank all point to vampires, a monster you had yet to encounter, though Jack had. They could easily be dealt with. So, the two of you checked with the coroners and confirmed the bite marks while getting more information from the local police station. You had Adam stay behind in the car, as he didn’t want to be left in the motel, having him do research and reading through John’s journal to keep him busy.

After a few days of investigation, you and Jack had found the nest and were getting ready to deal with them. Adam was getting restless and wanted in on the action. You drove out towards the edge of town by the woods and led Adam to a clearing that you’ve found earlier.

“So,” you began, holding a shotgun, “I assume you’ve done your homework.”

“Yeah, beheading is pretty effective, sunlight makes them weak, and dead man’s blood helps incapacitate them,” Adam listed off.

“Know how to use a shotgun?” You handed to gun over to him.

Adam shrugged. “How hard can it be?” He took the gun from you and aimed at the makeshift targets Jack had set up. “It’s mostly spray and pray, right?”

“True, but we don’t want you accidentally hitting us and if you’re going to be joining us in hunting, you’ll have to learn how to shoot, how to fight, assembling guns, making bullets… all that good stuff.”

“Fun.”

Adam tried the shotgun first, but the recoil caught him off guard. He then moved on to the handguns, which seemed more manageable, but his aim needed work. When he missed completely three times in a row, you had to step in.

“Okay, stop that,” you said, walking up behind him, “You need to stand like this and have your arms like this.” You steadied his arms and adjusted his hold on the gun.

“This is not how I imagine recreating that scene from Ghost would be like,” Adam joked, tilting his head until his face was inches away from you.

You went to give a sarcastic remark when your eyes met his, causing you to be thrown off from the task at hand. He leaned in closer and smirked at the lack of reply from you. You stepped away from him, your cheeks heated as you cleared your throat. 

Jack tested his fighting skills, that were more instinctive and less calculative. You figured that it would take longer for him to learn that.

When it was time to find the vampire nest, Adam insisted on going with you. The plan was to talk it out with the Alpha first and if all else fails, kill them. Jack went into the den first, followed by you and Adam.

The Alpha was roaming around the house, purposely delaying the meeting, while the other vampires gathered around the three of you. Jack held out a protective arm in front of you, glaring at them.

“I mean, this was obviously a trap,” Adam muttered.

“Shut it, Adam,” you said, spotting the Alpha approaching.

The small group of vampires parted to make way for their Alpha. He stood tall and thin, wearing a raggedy old shirt and sweatpants that dragged on the ground. He eyed the three of you and huffed, moving over to the nearest chair. Once he was seated, one of the younger vampires brought over a wine glass of blood.

The Alpha sighed into the glass and drank. “You must be here because of Wilson,” he said, motioning to the other chairs.

“We’ll stand for now, but thank you,” you said. He shrugged and carried on drinking.

“It’s sad what happened to the Winchesters,” he drawled. Jack stiffened, his angel blade readied in his hand. You squeezed his wrist, reminding him to hold back. “I know many of our kind hated their existence, but some of us learned to just keep our heads low and not draw attention. I’m curious of how good the three of you are.”

“How much do you know about it?” you asked.

“Enough. That might be a reason why there’s been a big spike of activities across the country. That’ll teach the other hunters not to slack off and rely on the Winchesters so much, right? The three of you look like babies compared to them. Especially… you.” He points at Adam. Your head snapped towards him, sending him a warning look not to provoke the Alpha.

“I guess you could call this ‘Baby’s First Vampire Hunt’,” Adam said sarcastically.

The Alpha let out a laugh, raising the glass to him. “It’s shocking how much like the Winchesters you are. You even… smell like them. Tell me, are you one?”

“Wilson is the youngest?” Jack interjected, changing the topic.

The Alpha turned his attention back to Jack and leaned forward. “He just got out of control. I’ve never dealt with a new vampire like him before. The new ones are usually dependent on their Alpha and obey them. He knew the rules of no killing or anything excessive that would draw attention to us. We don’t kill and we don’t kidnap. We simply use the blood bank to get by.”

“Then why didn’t you deal with him before it got too far?” you asked with narrowed eyes.

He sighed again. “I just need to talk to him,” he insisted, folding his hands in front of him. “Give me time.”

“How many people are going to die before that happens?”

He paused for a moment, contemplating your words. “He hadn’t been back to the den for a while, but I know where he is.”

He agreed to help you with Wilson, describing him and giving you his general location. In return for dealing with Wilson, he’ll relocate the nest and be more discreet.

“That’s a whole house of vampires. Why not kill them?” Adam asked back in the car.

“They’re just surviving like all of us. If it’s just one vampire acting up, doesn’t mean the whole nest is like that. We or any other hunter could always come back and kill them,” Jack said.

The nearby bar was Wilson’s usual hunting ground. The plan was to draw him out and get him someplace secluded before killing him. The three of you took your places, you sitting at the bar while Adam and Jack were by the billiards. You casually looked around, locking eyes with Jack. You nodded at him, then continued on the act.

“I don’t like this,” Adam muttered as he set up the table.

“I don’t like it either, but we’ll be there to back them up when they need it,” Jack said. His eyes narrowed when Adam kept glancing back at you every few seconds. “What are you doing?”

“It’s just… nothing,” Adam said, shaking his head. “You really okay with your partner being bait?”

Jack frowned. “(Y/n) is more than capable of handling themselves, Adam. I thought you would have known this by now.”

“Yeah, but, you know, another guy is going to be hitting on them. Doesn’t it bother you?”

“Of course it would bother me if someone were to harm my family. I don’t understand where you’re getting at.”

Adam wanted to correct him, but instead said, “So, wait, you guys aren’t dating?”

“No. We’re family. What gave you that idea?” Jack cocked his head to the side in confusion.

“Nothing. Never mind.”

They continued on playing until a man meeting Wilson’s description approached you. The man was invading your personal space, leering at you as you put on an act and laughed at his jokes. You put a hand on his leather covered arm and leaned in, suggesting to go somewhere private. It made Adam’s blood boil to see someone else looking at you and touching you inappropriately. Once look towards Jack and he knew that he was just as angry.

You and Wilson left the bar and headed outside, an extra sway to your step. You looked over your shoulder at Jack and Adam, then walked out the door. They started to move, weaving through the crowd as fast as they could.

Wilson led you behind the bar behind a nook that was out of sight of any passerbyers. He cornered you with a smirk, licking his lips until he opened his mouth wide to show rows of sharp pointed teeth retracting from his gums. He grabbed your wrist and pinned it against the wall, but you didn’t flinch.

Just in time, he was effortlessly yanked away by Jack while Adam brought the machete around and hacked his head off. Jack rushed over to you, making sure you were okay. When you assured that all was fine, you turned to Adam and smirked.

“Not bad for your first time.”

[classic80sand90smovieloves2]

Meeting and Dating Edgar Frog~

(Not my gif)(requested by @marajadeuniveres )

(This is gonna be a bit short because half the things I can think of are gonna be the shit I wrote for Alan)

(Also Sorry if this is really similar to Alan’s it includes some of the same things, it’s hard to remember what I wrote for him)

- You met Edgar through Sam; your older brother. He had told you all about the crazy encounter he had with the brothers when he first met them and you and him went back and forth joking about it for a while.

- That was until everything started happening with Michael. You went with him to the comic book shop to ask for help and we’re not expecting the “crazy brothers” to actually be cute. Edgar watched you the entire time Sam was trying to convince them to help.

- Throughout the whole Michael ordeal you had several awkward and embarrassing moment with Edgar. You usually ended up being paired with him whenever you guys had to split up, you continuously accidentally hugged onto him which he really enjoyed. You ended up on top of or under him when the two of you fell which he also really enjoyed.

- Finally after a day or two of knowing each other and having pretty obvious crushes on each other he quickly kissed you while everyone was turned away while planning. When the brothers came over for dinner he kept winking at you and you had to try your best to act natural

- The next day when everything was over and done with he took you out to the beach and the two of you talked for hours, tanned and swam in the sea. You guys considered yourselves to be dating after that

- You kept it a secret until Sam caught you and him kissing at the comic shop. Sam refuses to accept it at first.

- Even after you give him hell about how you can date whoever you want and he agrees to not interfere there’s still a lot of tension when they’re in the same room. You can practically hear the old western showdown music playing.

- Your dates are usually crashed by Sam and Alan. Mostly Alan because he’s lost without his other half.

- Visiting him at work. You bring food and he’ll he take a break so the two of you can eat together. 90% of the time Alan comes over and steals food from you two.

- Ruffling his hair. It’s so soft and fluffy, you can’t stop yourself once you do it.

- Fiddling with his chokers and bandannas. Whenever you’re hanging out alone.

- Stealing his flannels.

- He either barely sleeps or sleeps during the day because he wants to ‘always be ready for those bloodsucking shitheads’. Whenever he stays the night he usually ends up staying up while you sleep and “protects you”.

- Sam has walked in on you making out and is scarred.

“MY BABY, UNHAND HER!”

- Your mom thinks he’s a little weird but likes him. Although she likes everyone so it’s not much of a surprise and besides once you get past the superstitions he’s a pretty cool guy.

- He’s always over for dinner and spits out facts about vampires throughout history. His vast expanse of knowledge in the subject is almost impressive.

- He probably makes you guys matching bracelets out of leather. Alan makes fun of him and questions why he’s missing his friendship bracelet whenever he forgets to wear it. Alan’s jealous.

- He’s quick to action. You need to stop him from just jumping to killing something and have an actual plan.

- You’re one of the only things that make him “normal”. He tells you this one night when he’s really tired and you’re “tucking him in”.

- If someone bumps into you he instantly confronts them or just glares at them for an unreasonably long time.

- Kisses on the back of your neck and on any injury you get. You return the favor.

- You get waken up by him in the morning more often than not, he usually stops by your house and your mom just tells him to wake you up for breakfast.

- He tries to teach you about vampires but most of the time his facts sound so ridiculous you start to laugh. He does not appreciate you not taking it seriously.

- He borderline thinks you’ve been bitten by a vampire whenever you’re on your period or at least the first time he was around you when you were on it.

- Wrestling. He does fake karate/fight moves to make you laugh. He kisses you constantly while you guys pretend fight; he likes to catch your fist before kissing your wrist

- He opens up around you, he’ll drop the usually glare and his face will soften.

- Whenever he’s got a serious face on you kiss his cheek and you can see how he struggles not to smile.

- He trails his fingers on your skin whenever you guys are just sitting together. Tracing shapes and designs, if he actually tried it he’d probably be a good artist.

- He tries to impress you with his stories of vampire slaying. Half of it is probably made up to be entirely honest.

- His handwriting is awful (he can’t even read it half the time) so 90% of the time you write it down for him whenever he needs to remember something. Usually he’ll be talking about vamps or reading something aloud and you’ll be copying it for him.

- He instinctively looks out for you whenever you guys go anywhere, he makes sure he knows where you’re going at all times because he trusts no one.

- He usually sneaks into your room after he’s been out vampire hunting/gets hurt vampire hunting.

- He’s not a big or little spoon; he’s a knife. He honestly can’t cuddle. He can’t sit still long enough, he just keeps fidgeting until you give up.

- Steals blankets but not on purpose, he’ll move in his sleep and accidentally pull the blanket with him. You still give him hell for it (jokingly of course).

- Reading comics together, you argue over who would win in a fight.

- You guys probably have matching superhero shirts.

- Having to deal with his pleads for you to do stupid shit in the name of safety against vampires.

“Edgar I’m not putting garlic around my neck while I sleep.”

“What the hell would a cross do for my Edgar except make me look like some devout Jesus lover? Does that scare away the edgy teen vampires? A catholic?”

- Watching action movies together. You guys definitely have competitions on who can catch the most popcorn in their mouths. He win most of the time because his reflexes are surprisingly good.

- A few well timed compliments here and there and a couple of ‘I love yous’ sprinkled throughout the week just to show he cares.

- Making sure he actually takes care of himself and doesn’t get killed. You’ve most likely threatened to break up with him more than a few times because he’s done stupid impulsive shit and worried the hell out of you.

“I swear to god Edgar if a vampire doesn’t kill you I will!”

- He’s more scared of you than the vampires.

- The kind of guy to make a dirty joke in front of your parents and not give a single fuck.

- He’s pretty jealous but like an insecure jealous. He doesn’t mind guys finding you attractive or you hanging out with friends but he always has a nagging feeling that you’d like to date them instead.

- No one really cares to give the crazy frog brothers the time of day. He’s scared that you’ll leave him and then he’ll be single again which he’s realized he really doesn’t like all that much.

- He fully believes you’re the only girl that would put up with his (and his brothers) “crazy ass”. You’re probably going to be his first and only girlfriend.

- Getting into a vampire business with him after highschool seeing as you’ve seen firsthand that they’re very real and very dangerous.

- You guys definitely get married and Sam makes a typical big brother ‘if you hurt her’ speech while Michaels more laidback yet more intimidating.

- You guys stick together through thick and thin and have each other’s backs no matter what.

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Daddy’s Little Peanut

; Wolf Shifter!Hoseok x Rabbit Shifter!Reader

; Genre: Fluff, angst

; Word Count: 7.2k

; Warnings: A little self doubt from a little girl

; Synopsis: Life with your mate is pretty great when you’ve got an adorable little girl and boy, with a third on the way. But what happens when Hoseok and you discover that your daughter isn’t as happy as she makes out?

; A/N: No smut in this as it’s mainly focused on Hoseok, the reader and their daughter. This is a mini-sequel (because in my head 7k is a mini-sequel!) to say thanks for 2k followers! There will be a later sequel as well outlining the readers heat. Probably not for a while but...I hope you all enjoy daddy wolf!Hoseok!

; Run Little Rabbit Trilogy

Run Little Rabbit 

Daddy’s Little Peanut Big Bad Wolf

; RLR Drabbles

Choices

Concerns

-

The expansive yard of the pack house is busy today, with Hoseok’s pack invading for the monthly barbeque. Since leaving college 8 years ago, he’d inherited the position of Alpha of a local pack that had died off, leaving him with the large house that you both occupied today.

As the Alpha wolf, he not only led his pack and encouraged them, but he had to have a home that was large enough to care for them if necessary. That meant that your doors were always open to his pack and their mates, and there had been many times when you’d come home from work to find some pack member lounging on the couch.

While it meant you often had your intimate times interrupted, it always meant that you both nearly always had babysitters on hand to look after the kids if you wanted to get away. It also meant that you both had a ridiculous amount of space to raise a family in.

The backyard in particular was huge, with the green grass extending out far until it met with the imposing forest. It was a long held fact that most packs tried to have their pack house close to a wooded area, as wolf shifters used the tall trees to hunt when in their wolf form. Seeing a pack of wolves in a forest seemed natural, seeing them run around a city? Not so much.

It wasn’t surprising to have your mate disappear for an hour or two in an evening and come back looking meek before you’d had your daughter, Yuna. Those days, he’d slink into the house to go brush his teeth before slowly idling up to you, curling up next to you wherever you were and being more touchy and affectionate than normal.

He’d never explained his behaviour to you, but Jimin and Jisoo had. The mated pair, who were your best friends, had looked a little awkward with each other at the time, but admitted that he’d go hunting. As they lived in the next house over, it meant they would often go with him.

The days he got meek were the days when he’d hunted and killed a rabbit, and obviously he’d remembered this when shifting back and felt guilty. After all, he was eating the animal equivalent of you.

While it had turned your stomach at the time, you didn’t say anything to him about it to make him feel worse. There would be no point anyway. Hoseok didn’t go around wanting to eat a rabbit, his wolf did. It was just a purely instinctual thing for his wolf nature to chase after the small mammals and eat them after.

That was one of the main reason’s that you didn’t shift around him very often, because no matter how in control of himself he was, his wolf would come out if you shifted and ran. He wouldn’t eat you of course, his wolf would recognise his mate, but it would likely terrify you.

It had all changed though when you’d both had Yuna. Six years ago, your tiny bundle of joy had been brought into the world and Hoseok had been absolutely ecstatic. He’d bragged to everyone who he’d met that he had a beautiful little daughter, and she really was the prettiest baby.

It had been when her animal had begun to make itself known that you’d become worried. Shifter couples of different species struggled to conceive compared to couples of the same species. If you had been a wolf, it’s likely that you both would have a whole litter of kids by now as you’d both decided on a big family.

But the different species often fought each other, making conception hard. It was why in 8 years, you only had Yuna, Taemin and the little one in your belly right now. Jimin and Jisoo already had four kids; two sets of twins.

For children born of different species parents, their animal form only became known after a few months. During this time, they had to be carefully fed a neutral diet if they were born of a combination of predator and prey. It had been with a sinking stomach that you’d inhaled your baby girl’s scent one day and scented rabbit.

You’d been so worried about what his reaction would be. He’d convinced you long ago that he wouldn’t care about having a prey baby, but the reality of that was entirely different. And so you’d watch with trepidation as he’d picked her up to cuddle her and his nose had suddenly began to twitch slightly, leading him to frown and inhale deeply.

“She’s a…” He’d trailed off at the time, looking at you with shock. You’d bitten your lip and he could immediately see the nerves on your face, causing him to laugh quietly. He’d looked down at his little girl and simply hugged her close, nuzzling his nose to her downy soft hair. “Looks like daddy is going to be surrounded by rabbits huh?”

It had been when she’d first shifted though that things had changed for him when hunting. She’d been eight months old, and one second he’d been holding a human baby and then next he’d been holding a tiny rabbit with brown fur that had a reddish tinge. He’d been momentarily shocked before gripping her tighter with a tentative smile.

He’d gone out hunting that night with the others, and had burst into the house only an hour later to go vomit in the toilet. When you’d followed him in, panicking that he’d hurt himself or something, he’d looked up at you with tears streaming down his face as his lips quivered. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it.”

Turned out he’d hunted a rabbit, only Jimin had told you that when he’d killed it, he’d simply stared at the body before staggering away. Jisoo suspected it was because both he and his wolf didn’t see a wild rabbit at that moment, but his tiny daughter instead.

He’d never hunted a rabbit since.

Your son, Taemin, had arrived four years later and he’d proved to be a wolf. It had pleased you to know that Hoseok had a wolf child at last, but you’d worried still. And you still worried, because your little girl was not acting the same lately.

Right now, she was playing with her big crush, Jungkook. The young wolf knew about her little feelings and he indulged her frequently, letting her cling onto him and always having a story to tell her. It was kind of sweet to be honest.

Hoseok was sat on the grass with Jimin while they both play wrestled with Taemin and Jimin’s eldest two, Minjun and Sejun. All three boys were howling with delight, even if Hoseok was being extra careful to hold his power at bay.

You on the other hand, were sat on the porch in the shade and sipping on a frosty glass of lemonade. Jisoo was next to you, her own swollen stomach far bigger than yours. It was triplets this time, which truly boggled your mind.

“I swear, I love Yuna’s crush on Jungkook. The boy gets more awkward than a nun in a brothel around girls yet there he is, giving the good old college effort.” Your jaw drops and you gape at her in simultaneous disgust and shock.

“Jisoo! She’s six! Please! Jungkook is awkward around grown women, not the little girl who’s basically his niece. Besides, it’s adorable how shy she gets when we tell her he’s coming around. Hoseok is never letting it go, I swear. She’ll be 50 and he’ll tease her about it.” You muse, lips turning up in a smirk.

“Jimin is convinced with Minjun has a crush on his kindergarten teacher. He does the same thing and goes bright red whenever he’s around, it’s so cute. Argh, why are they so cute? I just want to squish them and never let them grow older. Especially Yuna! I’ve never seen anything so adorable as when she shifts. Her rabbit is so small! And she’s the perfect colouring mix of you and him.” She coos, clapping her hands together with excitement.

You laugh and nod, acknowledging what she was saying. Whereas your son was apparently a black wolf, with a solid head of the purest black hair which translated into a beautiful glossy coat, your daughter was the mix of your tan rabbit and his russet wolf.

Unlike wolves though, rabbit colouring doesn’t affect your hair and so she simply has a head of dark hair like her brother. “She is pretty cute isn’t she? You should see how she used to sleep on him, she’d shift and sprawl out in his lap for her afternoon naps.”

There’s no need for you to explain why you’re telling her this. Rabbit shifters by their nature are fearful of predator shifters, and despite growing up with a wolf father and a constant menagerie of wolf shifters in the house, she still maintained her jumpy instincts. Even you still jumped at the others.

But not with daddy though. You weren’t sure why, but there was zero fear when it came to her dad, even if he was an Alpha wolf. If anything, she saw him as a protector, which was why she was so comfortable shifting into her vulnerable form and sleeping on him.

Jisoo takes a bite of her hamburger and nods with a sweet smile. “God, I wish I could see that. Next time she does it, please take a picture. We all want to see Hoseok with a tiny rabbit on him, I bet it’s the cutest thing ever.”

Taking a large bite of your own veggie burger, you chuckle and agree to her request. Casting an eye out, you watch as Taemin leaps at the larger Sejun and laugh as he gets rebuffed. Moving on to Yuna, you note her stood by Jungkook’s legs as he eats what looks to be a burnt sausage.

Eyes widening as he offers her a bite, you sit up straight and shout out immediately. “Jeon Jungkook! Don’t you dare feed my daughter that sausage! She can’t eat meat remember!” At your words, the wolf cowers and looks over at Hoseok with an apologetic look on his face.

It had been a hard learning exercise for the pack to realise that prey shifters were vegetarians for a reason and not by choice. While you could handle things like eggs and milk, actual meat simply couldn’t be digested properly. When Yuna had been younger, one of them had accidentally given her a burger and she’d been sick for days after.

Hoseok had never gotten so angry before.

The little girl in question looks over at you with wide eyes that go glassy at being denied something, and even from here you can see her lips wobbling. A soft sob leaves her and you sigh softly, knowing that she’s probably going to have a tantrum now at not being allowed the sausage.

She may be six, but she was unfortunately pampered by everyone.

The sound she makes inspires an entirely different reaction in Jungkook though, and despite the fear that slices through your body, you’re immediately standing to protect her. Even if your limbs are quivering with fright.

You don’t blame the wolf, a tiny prey shifter had just made a sound that would set off any predator instincts and he’d reacted without thinking. Yuna’s tantrum is immediately thrown off course as she cowers at the fierce growl that erupts from Jungkook’s chest.

Letting out a wailing shriek, she begins to run away in fear and you see almost every wolf take a step forward before forcing themselves to stop. Hoseok’s head swivels around immediately with wide eyes and he spots his daughter running away in fear.

Without question, he opens his arms and you watch as within the space of a step she shifts into her tiny rabbit form and frantically hops to him, leaping up into his arms and nuzzling her head as far into the space between his arm and body as she can. Waddling over to the two, you crouch down next to them and stroke your daughter’s little furry body, soothing the frantic twitches as she breathes so fast.

Hoseok watches her for a moment before looking up at Jungkook with anger firing in his eyes, every ounce of his lean body primed to protect. Scanning his eyes over the rest of the pack, he lets out a loud snarl that has his teeth baring, the sound rumbling out of his chest furiously as waves of dominance roll off him.

All the wolves immediately cower with the exception of the babies, still too young to be affected by him yet.

“My daughter is not for eating. Remember that.” He hisses, each syllable vibrating with an Alpha’s dominance and a father’s protection. Everyone lowers their head in acquiescence and Jungkook is practically on the floor, soft whimpers leaving his mouth as he tries to please his Alpha and apologise.

The rest of the barbeque passes with the tone lowered a little, the panic that Yuna had gone into muting the happy mood from earlier. Hoseok spends the rest of the day with her in his arms, and you muse to yourself that at least Jisoo is getting her wish of seeing him with a little rabbit.

-

It’s hard to get your two children to sleep that night, with Taemin still bouncing with energy around the room from his extensive playdate. Yuna on the other hand, is quiet and subdued. As Hoseok takes care of your son, you put her to bed and sit next to her as she lays under the covers, her hair splayed prettily on the pillow while she looks up at you with wide eyes that look so much like his.

There’s something that she’s not happy with, and you can tell. All afternoon she’d not been her usual happy self and had stuck close to Hoseok even when she’d shifted back eventually. Stroking a hand through her hair, you give a soft smile and watch her for a moment.

“What’s wrong peanut?” You ask quietly, using the nickname that Hoseok and you had begun using when you’d been pregnant with her. She may only be six, but you often thought she’d been inhabited by an old soul sometimes.

Yuna stays quiet for a little longer, small hands playing with the ribbons on her covers before she meekly speaks. “I’m sorry I shifted mommy. I know I’m not supposed to with wolves.” The words are so soft, yet layered with sadness and your heart breaks.

Moving around, you lower yourself to the bed and make sure that your pregnant stomach doesn’t become an annoyance before resting a hand on her chest lightly. “It’s okay sweetheart, you got scared! You’ll learn to not do that as you get older, and I’ll tell you a secret. Even mommy shifts sometimes when she’s really scared.”

Your little girl doesn’t smile or laugh though, and instead a thick film of tears appears almost immediately. Almost instantly, you feel a wave of motherly protectiveness and despair rise. “Daddy doesn’t shift when scared. Daddy’s brave.” She says, lower lip puckering out as it trembles.

Letting out a sigh, you cup her cheek and smile at her. “Daddy’s a wolf, and he’s a strong wolf. He doesn’t get scared very often, but that’s good because then he can protect you!” You say brightly, trying to cheer her up.

It seems to be the wrong thing to say though, as fat tears slowly begin to roll down her face. “Daddy doesn’t have to protect Taemin then?” She asks and your heart wrenches. You have a feeling that you know why she’s so upset now, and bringing up her younger brother just cements it.

Cuddling closer, you tug your little girl into your arms and kiss her hair gently. “Daddy will protect Taemin just as much as you. It’s his job, it’s my job too. That’s what we do, and even when you’re old and grey, we’ll still protect you if we can.” You cajole, voice sweet and loving as you run your hand down her back in soothing motions.

A tiny hiccup comes from her and you swallow thickly, trying hard not to cry yourself. “Do you think daddy doesn’t like me? Because I’m a rabbit and not a wolf?” Her words are quavering and thick with tears, causing you to immediately cuddle her tighter and make negative noises to her.

“No baby! No! Why do you think that? Daddy loves you so much, so much. You’re his special little girl!” You coo to her, fingers running through her soft hair to console her. She lets out a keening sob and you glance at the door, hoping Hoseok’s not overheard. This would break his heart.

“At school...they say daddy doesn’t love me. That daddy eats rabbits like me.” She sniffles then, getting snot all over you but you don’t care. “Is daddy shamed of me? Does he love Taemin more cos he’s a wolf?” Her words are like tiny knives into your heart and you choke quietly on your own sobs.

“No peanut! No! Daddy loves you, and he’s not ashamed of you. He’s so proud of you. He doesn’t care if you’re a bunny or a wolf, he just loves you.” You’re not sure if the words are getting through to her though, as she simply keeps crying until eventually, she’s breathing heavily and the tears are drying on her face.

It takes a lot for you to pull away from your daughter, but you eventually do after wiping her face clean and tucking her in. With a heavy heart, you head downstairs to your mate, Yuna’s words ricocheting around your mind like little tiny bullets of hurt.

Hoseok is sat on the couch, one foot hooked over his knee as he flicks through Netflix idly. He glances over at you and gives a soft smile, hand reaching out to tug you into his side gently. Once cuddled with him, he hands the remote to you and rests his own hand on your stomach, thumb stroking gently.

“Are you okay? You were gone a while. Is she okay?” He asks, concern in his voice. It’s only then that he takes a closer look at your face and frowns. “Why are you crying? What’s wrong? Is there something wrong with Yuna?” Immediately he’s looking towards the staircase and you pat his thigh to calm him.

You didn’t want to mention anything to him, but the memory of hearing your little girl cry at the thought of him not being proud of you has the words blurting out before you can even realise it. “Are you ashamed of Yuna?”

He recoils at the words and looks at you with wide eyes, disbelief etched into every space while his jaw drops open. “Ashamed? Why would I be ashamed of my daughter?” Hoseok is incredulous in his response, looking around to try and figure out what caused this. “Is this because she shifted at the barbeque? That wasn’t her fault!”

Shaking your head, you take his hand and entwine your fingers together firmly. “It’s not, I don’t think. I mean maybe? I don’t think you are but she...she…” It’s hard to get the words out, particularly with the knowledge that it’s going to hurt him a lot to find this out.

“She what?” He asks, facial expression grave as if he’s not sure if he should be asking this. Inhaling deeply, you let it out slowly to try and centre yourself before squeezing his hand.

“She thinks you don’t love her as much as Taemin. Because she’s a rabbit and he’s a wolf. She thinks you’re ashamed of her.” There’s absolute silence from your right, and when you look over you see his jaw dropped open while a look of absolute distress has taken over his face.

Brows creasing in upset, he looks forward as his eyes rapidly shift to the familiar wolf amber you’re more used to during intimate times. He goes to speak a few times, only to find he can’t get the words out before he’s letting go of your hand and leaning forward, running his fingers through his burnished hair.

“She thinks I don’t love her?” He whispers softly, voice quivering with probably a million emotions that are firing in his body. If it had hurt you to hear it, you knew it was probably hurting him far more to know that he was the cause of his daughter’s pain and low self-esteem.

“I love her so much. I don’t care if she’s a rabbit or a wolf, she’s my daughter. I’d love and protect her just as much if she was a wolf.” He pauses and looks at you with a distraught expression. “Do I seem like I don’t love her enough? Do I not pay her enough attention? Or do I do things with Taemin more? Am I doing it wrong?”

His voice goes meek then, and it tugs at your heart as you’d never heard your powerful and dominant mate sound so vulnerable before. “I’m gonna be honest, I don’t really know how to parent a rabbit. I mean, I don’t know how to parent anything properly but...it’s hard to know if I’m doing things right with her. Am I doing it wrong?” He asks softly, those beautiful golden eyes glassing over with unshed tears.

Wrapping your arm around his back, you nuzzle his shoulder firmly as you try to assuage his fears. “You’re not doing it wrong! You’re an amazing father Hobi, you’re so good. And I know it’s probably hard for you to raise a rabbit daughter, especially given you’re an Alpha wolf, but god you do it so well. You saw today! At the first sign of danger she was hopping into your arms for protection.”

He lets out a choked noise and his body shakes for a moment. “If I was doing a good job then my daughter wouldn’t be thinking I’m ashamed of her when she’s only six years old.” Hoseok sounds dull now and the way his shoulders drop let you know that he’s probably having a moment of self-loathing, something which is rare for him.

Sighing deeply, you reach out and tug him into your arms as you sit back against the couch. He rebels for a moment but you can see his worry about hurting you or the baby causes him to stop and he practically slumps against you, head buried into your neck.

“It’s not your fault Hoseok, okay? I mean, I’m sure she’d have had these worries anyway given what you are and what she is, but it’s the idiots at her school that are feeding it. You’ve never shown her anything other than love and affection, and I think she just needs to remember that above the voices of her classmates.” You run your fingers through his soft hair, shifting slightly so that your nose is buried in the red strands.

Breathing in deeply, you inhale the scent of your beloved mate. The smell of wolf has your rabbit quivering slightly but above all that, you just smell Hoseok, the mix of earth from his constant ventures outside and peppermint from his beloved tea. Smiling, you squeeze his shoulders a little tighter as you press your lips to the crown of his head firmly.

“You’re an amazing dad Hobi. Please don’t take this to heart too much, just...work with her to show her that what you say and think is more important than her silly friends. She’s six and always surrounded by wolves, there’s no surprise she’s feeling like this but it’s not your fault. You knew what you were getting into when you let me into your room.” You giggle, referencing back to your last year of college when you’d gone to Hoseok in his heat, spurring on your relationship.

He’s quiet though and doesn’t respond for a few minutes, instead just stroking your belly softly. When he finally does speak though, it’s with words that are sad and make your heart clench. “I hope the baby is a rabbit too, then she can have someone else like her.”

It’s the first time he’s ever specified what he hopes one of your children will be and your stomach drops slightly to hear it. “I hope they’re just healthy and happy.” You murmur into his hair, trying to stave off the tears that want to fall at the dejected tone in his voice. Hearing him get so down has made you officially realise that you don’t like your bubbly wolf being sad.

A groan leaves him as he pulls away from you and rests his elbows on his knees, head flopping into his hands. “I want that too obviously but...if she’s like this now with Taemin...what happens if the baby is also a wolf? She’s gonna feel even worse.”

You go to put a hand on his shoulder but he’s suddenly standing and pacing, long legs eating up the ground and you can practically feel the agitation rolling off him. Years ago it would have had you cowering at him, but now all you want is to make him happy again.

“Hoseok…” You start, but he shakes his head abruptly and runs his hand through his hair, messing it up even more. Looking at you, he reaches out before pulling back and making a frustrated noise.

“I need to go out, I need to...I need to run or something. I’m sorry. Please don’t stay up for me, go to bed when you get tired. Please? I just...I need to think and my wolf is going crazy.” He strides over and cups your cheeks between his hands, vibrant amber eyes looking into your own so closely it’s like you can literally see his wolf, before he leans forward and seals his lips to yours.

When he pulls away, you see so much love and affection in his eyes that it chokes you up for a moment. “I love you, okay? I love you and I love rabbit you, even if she doesn’t come out very often.” His eyes flicker down to your pregnant stomach, which he watches with a fond smile. “And I love our family, even if people find it strange. I love you and our kids so much, don’t ever stop believing that okay?”

With that, he’s presses another quick kiss to your lips and leaves before you can even formulate your response to him. Once he’s gone, you simply stare at the space in front of you before letting out a long sigh.

Relationships and families seem a lot easier and more fun when you’re younger and idealistic, but the reality is that they require a lot of work. Days like today are just proof of that. Standing, you take his half empty mug of rapidly cooling tea and go to clean it up in the kitchen, watching the dark forest out of the window as you do so.

It’s a futile thing to hope that when you wake up tomorrow, everything will be back to normal. But you still hope for it anyway, for both your little girl and your disheartened mate.

-

The days after finding out about Yuna’s concerns are odd. Everything seems normal on the surface, but underneath you can feel the subtle shudders that indicate the tectonic plates of your relationships have shifted ever so slightly. The worst thing is that you don’t know how to fix it. How do you make the Earth shift back into place?

Yuna gives no indication that she’s told you this world shattering secret whereas Hoseok doesn’t seem to know what to do with himself. There’s been so many times that he’s gone to hug Taemin or console him before stopping himself, hands hovering over his head while a look of concern or doubt crosses over as he glances at Yuna.

And he’s starting to overcompensate for it as well. Spending so much time and attention on his little girl that Taemin is beginning to notice, despite him being so young. It makes your heart twist in sympathy for your mate, knowing that he doesn’t know how to resolve this situation properly.

But you know he’s not doing it right though. In his attempts to please and reassure Yuna, he’s pushing Taemin out. And god forbid your unborn child end up a rabbit too, or poor Taemin may grow up with not only the middle child complex but also feeling that perhaps his father isn’t as proud of him because he’s a wolf.

It’s an incredibly messy situation, to the degree that you even begin to self-doubt yourself. Wondering if, perhaps, he regrets mating with a rabbit and causing all these issues years down the line. After all, it’s easy to simply fall in love but it’s hard to think of the potential problems in the future.

A week after you both find out, you finally decide that enough is enough and corner Hoseok in the kitchen. Given the lovely summer evenings, he’s called for another pack barbeque and is busy preparing the food for tonight. Others will bring food too, but as the Alpha he always makes sure to have enough food for everyone to eat.

Right now, he’s cutting a range of vegetables and marinating them in various sauces for you and Yuna, making you smile softly. Hoseok is rapping to the music blasting out of his phone, body jerking as he dances smoothly and you watch fondly. Even after eight years together, you’re still not the biggest fan of his music choices but you accept them and accept that he loves them.

Just like he puts up with your love of rock music. Relationships are always about compromise.

Walking up to him, you gently run your hand down his back and enjoy the feel of his toned muscles underneath his black and yellow hoodie. He doesn’t jerk out of surprise, probably having scented or heard you as soon as you walk into the kitchen but he doesn’t respond either, simply letting you lay your head against his arm and watch as he finishes up.

“Think it’ll be good?” He asks, lifting up the container of skewers to your nose to let you smell. Inhaling, you take in the combination of delicious spices and herbs before smiling in confirmation. He grins back happily, the sight of it making your stomach flip even after all this time

“Good. I made sure to put some red peppers on, I know you’ve got a thing for them lately. But there’s some without aubergine as I know Yuna doesn’t like it.” Pulling away from you, he stores it in the fridge and you spy a series of tupperware containing various veggie-friendly items. He makes no comment about it but you can’t help the way your eyes look at him with just a teeny, tiny bit of sappy love.

If you were a gif, you’d be that ‘heart-eyes motherfucker!’ gif.

Shaking your head, you sigh softly as you remember what you have to discuss with him. He’s already pulling out some steak from the fridge, along with his specific spices to make his famous grilled steak. Resting a hand on his arm, you tug him to a stop before running your hand down to his, gripping his fingers tightly.

“Sweetheart. I need to...we need to...you need to stop.” Is all you can get out, not sure how you can broach the topic to him. His eyebrow come together in confusion while his mouth draws up as he watches you quietly. “I know you’re upset about what Yuna said but...you have to stop. You’re overcompensating sweetie. You keep rejecting contact with Taemin now because you’re afraid of hurting Yuna. But now you’re hurting Taemin.”

Your words make him physically recoil and that awful look of despair crosses over his face as he crosses his arms defensively. “I’m not rejecting Taemin. I love him, you know that. It’s just...Yuna thinks I-”

You cut him off then, pressing fingers to his mouth while you shake your head. “No, you’re doing it. You just don’t realise. I know you don’t mean it, but you’re pushing him away because you’re afraid that if you embrace him, you’ll just reinforce Yuna’s feelings. But that’s not it. You can’t push away one child for the other.”

Hoseok opens his mouth to protest, anguish flashing and your heart squeezes for him. Parenting is hard and you know that he’s struggling to figure out what to do here. “What happens if the baby is a rabbit too? Are you going to favour them over Taemin as well because you’re worried they’ll be upset too? He’ll end up resenting being a wolf.”

He’s looking down at the floor now, a well of tears in his eyes that make his eyes go glassy. “I don’t know what to do. I feel like I’m doing everything wrong.” Hoseok admits quietly, his voice quivering.

“I know this is hard Hoseok, but you need to confront it I think. Be honest with her, talk to her. But don’t push your son away too.” Taking his hand, you squeeze reassuringly before gesturing for him to put the meat away. He does so slowly and allows you to tug him into the living room. Taemin is down for his afternoon nap upstairs while Yuna is sat playing quietly with her toy pegasus and unicorns, a set he’d bought her one afternoon.

“Talk to her Hoseok.” You whisper softly, tugging him down slightly to press a loving kiss on his lips before pushing towards Yuna. He pauses, looking back at you, and you can feel the fear he has. But he doesn’t back away, instead taking a deep breath and sitting down next to her, cross legged.

If he really didn’t want to confront her, then you wouldn’t make him. But you couldn’t help the soft breath of relief as he takes the initiative with her.

There’s a brief pause of uncertainty before he reaches out and takes one of the plastic foals with a horn, making it dance towards her. “Why is Hercules out here on his own peanut?” His voice is soft, the way it always turns when he’s talking to the kids. It’s a far cry from when he’s disciplining the pack.

Yuna’s quiet for a moment before shrugging, two hands making a big unicorn and a big pegasus gallop around. “He just is. Don’t worry daddy, he’s okay.” Hoseok glances at you for reassurance, which you give in the form of a soft smile. Sitting on the couch, you watch them both quietly.

For a few minutes, he just plays with her, a doting smile on his face before he finally takes a deep, fortifying breath. “Hey, do you think Hercules is sad because he isn’t a pegasus like his mommy?”

Yuna pauses for a moment, looking at the plastic unicorn before glancing to the pegasus in her hand. “Probably. Pegasus are cooler than unicorns. He probably wishes he was one too.” Her words, innocent enough, make a flash of pain crossover Hoseok’s face.

“Why are pegasus cooler? I mean...unicorn’s have the cool horn? That’s pretty great too.” He plays with the foal in his hands slowly, watching her reaction intently. She’s quiet before she pushes the big unicorn she’d been playing with over abruptly, the movement far too intense for a simple game.

“Unicorns are dumb. They’re stupid. Pegasus can fly! Hercules would be way cooler if he could fly.” She pouts softly and Hoseok’s face crumples slightly before he calms himself.

“Yuna...I think Hercules should be happy to be a unicorn too. He can’t help what he was born, and unicorns are just as important as pegasus. Pegasus might be able to fly, but unicorns can use magic. And I think that’s just as cool.” He says softly, giving an encouraging smile.

Yuna simply sits and watches, a tiny pout on her lips that looks so like him that you can’t help but smile and look away, despite the seriousness of the moment. You’re not sure how long he plans to keep up the facade, but he surprises you by being honest and abrupt.

“Peanut, do you feel like Hercules does? Do you wish you weren’t a rabbit?” At his words, Yuna’s face starts to fall and you feel the same parental despair wash through you that you witness in Hoseok.

He carries on though, voice getting softer. “Do you think...do you think I don’t love you because you’re a rabbit?” That’s what makes her start to cry, tiny little sobs from your beautiful little girl that make your heart crack horribly. Almost immediately, Hoseok starts to tear up in response to her.

He reaches out and scoops her up into his arms, her body still so tiny even at six and you bite your lip at the sight of them both. “Yuna, peanut, sweetheart. Daddy loves you okay? I don’t care if you’re a rabbit or a wolf, I just want you to be happy and healthy! I’m so proud of my little girl, you’re such a good girl. So good with your little brother and you’re a good girl for me and your mommy.”

His hand is stroking through her hair softly and each time he presses a gentle kiss to the soft strands. “Did you know Yuna...when you first shifted into a bunny, I was so proud! Because you were like mommy, and I knew that mommy wouldn’t be alone as the only rabbit. I love your mommy so much, and I love you just as much.”

Yuna’s little face is almost bright red with her tears, trails of snot dirtying up his hoodie but he doesn’t care. “But Taemin is a wolf like you. And everyone else is wolves too. Rabbits are dumb and get scared.” He lets out a shaky laugh before kissing her forehead.

“Taemin is a wolf, and I love him just as much as you. But I don’t love him more than you okay? You’re my daughter and I don’t care what you are, because I love you so much. And everyone else loves you too! Rabbits aren’t dumb, they’re cute and important! Are you saying your mommy is dumb?” His eyes flicker over to you, causing you to scowl at him bringing you into the conversation like that.

Immediately Yuna gasps, shaking her head rapidly. “Mommy isn’t dumb! Mommy is pretty and kind.” He grins at that, lips spreading in a pretty, wide smile as he looks at you with watery eyes.

“She is pretty isn’t she? And she gets scared like you, but I don’t love her any less because of that. In fact, I think she’s so brave because she faces things that scare her. Just like I think you’re brave. A tiny bunny with the heart of a wolf.” He taps a finger against her chest at that, causing her to giggle through her tears before making a cute growling noise.

Immediately Hoseok looks amused, kissing her head again before nodding. “Yeah, just like that. You’re daddy’s special little girl okay? I love you, and I’ll do anything for you. Please don’t think I’m ashamed of you, because I am so proud of you. Proud of everything you do, proud of what you are. Daddy loves you so much okay?” He whispers, causing her to look up at him through wide eyes that shine with tears.

She doesn’t respond, and you wonder if she’s going to reject his words, but instead she observes him for a moment. Taking in how upset he looks before she suddenly wraps her arms around his neck, squeezing tightly. “I love you too daddy.”

He stares at the floor for a moment, blinking rapidly but not able to stop the tears from falling down as he swallows thickly. Wrapping his arms around her small body, he hugs her to him tightly and gives a trembling smile.

The sound of shuffling from upstairs distracts you and you stand quietly, going to sort out Taemin while leaving the two to reconcile with each other. As you climb the stairs, you’re not sure if everything is completely resolved but you console yourself with the fact that at least they’ve started.

By the time you come back down the stairs half an hour later, Taemin in your arms as he blinks sleepily, you note the silence of the house. Frowning, you reach the living room and note that you can’t see them anymore. Maybe they went outside to play or something?

You begin to head towards the back door before you hear a quiet snore, the sound very familiar to you. Turning, you inch around the couch before taking in the sight in front of you fondly. Laid out on the floor is a big, russet wolf, his form lean and long legged while his fur gleams in the sun that comes in the from the window.

He’s on his side, breaths puffing out quietly and you roll your eyes in amusement. The sight would have inspired terror in you years ago, but you’re long used to the fact that your mate enjoys napping in his wolf form. It’s only when there’s a tiny flicker of movement that you noticed something that makes you internally ‘aww’.

Hoseok’s head is stretched out, his fangs just visible as he sleeps, but underneath his neck is a soft bundle of brown fur with a red tint. Inching closer, you note your daughter sleeping contentedly against her dad in her shifted form. She’d stretched out along the underside of his neck, one long, velvety ear twitching against Hoseok’s jaw while a back leg jerks in her sleep.

Taemin begins to wriggle violently in your arms and you let him down, carefully avoiding your bump and watch as he shifts into a tiny black wolf pup immediately. He runs too fast, his little legs catching each other and practically falls into Hoseok, who shifts slightly, one eye opening before closing lazily.

It only takes your son two turns to curl up in a ball next to Hoseok and Yuna, his nose buried into his tail in happiness. Laughing quietly to yourself, you shake your head while snapping a picture for Jisoo before moving into the kitchen to finish preparing the food Hoseok had started.

Neither of you might know what you’re doing when it came to parenting, but you wouldn’t trade anything for your patchwork family. Rubbing your belly lovingly, you look down with a smile. “Please don’t cause too much trouble for us little one, we’re still trying to find our way okay? But we love you already and I can’t wait for you to meet everyone, even if we’re a little dysfunctional.”

[saltandburnsis]

Long Lost Sister

Characters: Reader, Dean, Sam (mentioned,) Lisa & Ben (mentioned)

Age: 26

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2,264

Summary: Feeling like it was the best step for yourself, you left your brothers behind after your father’s death. But, five years after the fact, you find yourself having to face up to what you did and who you left behind.

Square filled: Long Lost Sister

A/N: Written for @waywardrose13 2K Follower Challenge. This takes place between season 5 and 6, while Dean is living with Lisa and Ben.

Everything had changed when your father died. Your brothers became different people, shells of who they used to be. Sam became hyper-focused on the job, and you had to walk on eggshells around Dean to avoid setting him off. Between ensuring you were careful enough around them to keep the awkward peace, dealing with their anger when either one set the other off, and working as hard as ever on each new hunt, you never really had time to properly grieve the loss of your father. After weeks and weeks of burying your feelings to spare your brothers, you’d finally had enough. You couldn’t live like this anymore.

And so, half a year after the death of your father, you told your brothers you’d found an easy case you could take care of on your own, packed up all your stuff, and drove away from everything you’d known in one of the few functioning cars in Bobby’s junkyard. You were careful not to do anything that would allow the hunting world to seep into your new, normal life. You cut all ties with any contacts you had, ditched every electronic device that could be used to trace you, and created an entirely new identity for yourself, one that your brothers would never be able to guess. You got a decent job, found an apartment for yourself, enrolled in some classes at the local community college, and even started therapy to work through everything—making heavy edits to your life’s story to avoid a stay in the psych ward, of course. It was a complete 180 from your hunting life, but you were fine with that, because you were finally starting to feel happy again.

5 years later

Cicero, Indiana wasn’t exactly a small town, and Dean only frequented to a handful of locations. So, when he continued to see a face in his peripheral that looked just like you, only to lose you when he turned to look, his hunting instincts kicked in. He always only caught a glimpse, though, and by the time he reached where he’d noticed your presence, you were gone--vanished into the air. In the five years since you’d left, he’d never had this happen. Sam had always believed you’d died on that solo hunt, but Dean never thought that to be the truth. You were smart, and you knew how to hide better than anyone. He never sided with Sam until now, anyway. There had to be a reason he couldn’t escape you, and with him always losing you in the blink of an eye, he was starting to believe Sam might have been right. You never mentioned where that case you’d found was--or even what you were hunting. Maybe you had underestimated what you were up against, and it had gotten the better of you. Did that mean your ghost was stuck between two worlds, haunting the town until you became the hunted? His heart hurt at the thought. He’d been so angry when you left. He felt as though you’d just up and abandoned the family just after the three of you had lost your father, and so he refused to go looking for you. Had his own bruised ego kept you from having a proper hunter’s funeral, and allowed you to become a lost spector?

After Sam’s death during the showdown between Michael and Lucifer, Dean had left the hunting world in his rearview mirror. He was happy in his new life with Lisa and Ben, living the life he never had. But still, he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he didn’t do something for you. And so, he started to do his research. He scoured through the newspapers from five years ago to find any relevant articles with viable information. He traded in his beers with Sid for long nights at the library after work. Still, after a few weeks, he’d made it through the archive and had nothing. No leads, no new information, absolutely nothing. He put his head in his hands for a moment, defeated, before rubbing his eyes and looking out the window.

You walked out of the store with a few friends, laughing at Allie’s comments about the cashier and how much she wanted to go home with him. A chill went down your spine as you felt eyes on you--a now common occurrence over these last few months. You looked around, unable to find the perp as per usual until you looked into the window of the library across the street and found a familiar pair of green eyes staring back at you.

“I’ll catch up with you guys later. I have to...take care of something.” Your eyes were still locked with Dean’s, neither of you moving.

“Do you know him?” Jane asked, eyeing Dean suspiciously.

“You’d better introduce me if you do. Look at him,” Allie commented with Lizzy adding a “damn,” and a wink after. You shook your head, your eyes still on Dean.

“It’s, uh...that’s my brother,” you admitted.

“You’ve never mentioned a brother,” Jane replied, her suspicion still clear.

“Never thought it’d come up. I’ll call you guys tonight.” With that and a deep breath, you crossed the street and entered the library. Dean was standing at his table, watching you with his arms taut across his chest. You reluctantly made your way over, stopping a few feet from your brother. “Hey, Dean.”

He was silent for a moment. Your braced yourself for five years of anger, but instead, he wrapped his arms around you in a tight hug. It took you a moment, but you soon returned the hug, closing your eyes as every bottled-up emotion from the past five years came back. All too soon, he pulled away to look at you. You cleared your throat and spoke before he could.

“Where, uh, where’s Sam?” Dean looked to the ground.

“Let’s find somewhere else we can talk.” He quickly packed his belongings away.

“There’s a 24-hour diner a few minutes from here,” the two of you spoke simultaneously. You looked at him with a furrowed brow but followed him out of the library and over to his truck.

“What happened to Baby?” you questioned, stopping short of the vehicle while Dean piled his things inside.

“Not using it,” he answered simply before motioning for you to get in the passenger side. You obliged, feeling right back in the same place you were five years ago. Fifteen minutes later, you were sat across from Dean in the corner booth, two weathered menus on the table before you.

* * * * *

“He’s gone?” You repeated in disbelief after Dean finished recapping his past five years. Your heart was in your stomach. The thought of your brother dead, let alone in hell with Lucifer himself, felt more than you could handle. Was this what you’d put the two of them through after your sudden disappearance? You felt the guilt you’d pushed down from the moment you drove away that night begin to surface.

“Yeah. Going on 7 months now.” Dean looked down at his mug of coffee and fell silent. It took you a moment to find your voice.

“So, what brought you here? I haven’t heard of any mysterious deaths or strange happenings in the area,” you asked.

“I’m not here for a case. Not exactly hunting anymore. I’ve got a job in town—”

“Living that apple pie life now, huh?” you interrupted jokingly. He scoffed but nodded.

“Oh, yeah. A nine to five, backdoor barbecues, a lawn to mow, helping with homework. The whole nine yards.”

“Homework?”

“Yeah. My, uh, my girlfriend has a kid. I’m living out here with them.” He took a sip of his coffee. “What about you? What are you doing here?”

“I stopped here for awhile while I was trying to figure out where to go, and I never left. I got a job, found an apartment and started taking some night classes. It’s been nice, you know? Having roots, a place to call home at night that’s all your own, not having to look over your shoulder every five minutes.” Dean hummed in agreement and the two of you fell into a comfortable silence. The sounds of clinking silverware and hushed conversations filled the air. Dean shifted in his seat, trying to find the best way to approach the next topic.

“Y/N. Why’d you leave?” The inevitable question you’d been dreading. You took a deep breath and a long sip of your coffee before answering.

“It felt like the only thing I could do to keep my sanity intact. I was as hurt as you and Sam were about Dad, but I didn’t feel like I could grieve properly trying to juggle keeping the peace between you two and make sure I wasn’t doing anything to set either of you off. I thought disappearing was the only way to maintain my sanity.”

“Y/N—”

“Dean, you can’t tell me we were in a good way, or that I could have come to you or Sam. You shut everyone out and freaked whenever anyone mentioned Dad when you weren’t going to others to fill the hole, and Sam turned into Super Hunter. No one was about to start talking about their feelings.”

“Are you kidding? That’s all Sam wanted to do.”

“Yeah, with you. He never once asked me how I was doing like he did you. He was way more concerned with making sure you were alright. And, I mean, I get it, you know? I at least showed that I was hurting, you were like a robot, just working away on the car. Everyone was rightfully more concerned about you.” Dean fell silent again, his head turned to look out the window. You cleared your throat and began playing with a loose thread on your sleeve as you spoke again, this time in almost a whisper.

“I really missed you, Dean. You and Sam. I felt terrible for leaving, and part of me always wanted to go back but…” You sighed. “How do you just show up out of the blue after leaving like that? The way I did what I did was shitty, and I’m sorry for that. I—”

“I drove after you, you know,” Dean interrupted. his gaze still focused on something outside. “That night. I don’t know...you going off on a hunt on your own just brought me back to when Dad left, before we went and got Sam. So, I went after you, just to be sure. But as soon as you stopped for gas and dumped your phone, I turned and went back. I figured what you were doing, and I was pissed. I wasn’t about to go beg you to come back or anything. Never told Sammy, though. I don’t know if it was me not wanting him to go after you, or if I thought it best for him to believe the lie you’d crafted—or maybe a mix of both. I never told him. Hell, I started believing the lie myself when I started seeing you around town but couldn’t ever catch you. Started to think that maybe you dumped your phone ‘cause you needed a new one, and I’d just jumped to conclusions.

“Is that what you were doing in the library?” you asked softly. “Trying to see if there was a record of my death on the archives?”

“That, some article that’d give me a clue as to what you were here hunting. Anything, really. I—” He was cut off by his phone ringing in his pocket. He quickly retrieved it, cursed, and answered. “Hey. No, no. I’m sorry. I didn’t realize how late it got. No, I’m...I’ll be home soon. Yeah. Alright. Love you. Bye.” In less than a minute, his phone was back in his pocket, and he had his wallet out, counting his money.

“That was your girlfriend?” Dean nodded, continuing to count out enough for the bill and tip. You made a move to grab your wallet, but Dean held his hand out to stop you, setting the money on top of the bill placed on at the end of your table half an hour ago. You say back, Dean’s sudden change in mood prompting you to assume the worst—you’d damaged your relationship irreparably and would soon be met with a “See you around” and your brother’s retreating figure exiting the establishment. But, instead, he turned to look at you expectantly after he stood.

“Coming?” He asked. You couldn’t stand and follow him out to his truck fast enough.

“So, do you need to be somewhere, or do you want to come back to my place? Ben should be in bed, but you could meet Lisa.”

“N-no, no. I don’t have anywhere to be. I’d love to meet her,” you smiled, clipping your seatbelt in as Dean pulled out of the parking lot.

Given the late hour, your stay at Dean and Lisa’s was short, but certainly not the last. Making up for lost time, you and your brother spent most nights together, reminiscing (though ensuring you doctored the stories enough to keep Ben in the dark) and reveling in having each other back in your lives. Anytime Dean called you over to help him out with something, or Ben called you “Aunt Y/N,” you couldn’t keep from beaming. You felt more whole than you had in years, but something was still missing. Something in the shadows that was soon to shatter both your and Dean’s newfound lives and happiness.

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[hiddenfaegarden]

Don't Go.

Dean x Reader.

Word Count: 1.5k (give or take)

Warnings: Angst, Fluffy fluff, Some Cussing, Hurt/Comfort.

Summary: You and Dean got in a fight after a hunt. You snap, and let it all out. Feelings are hurt, but then there's some super fluffies to make it better.

Note: Bold Italics are a flashback.

You sit quietly, staring blankly out of the raindrop covered window in the back seat of the Impala. You were on the way home from a stressful hunt with the boys. Dean stares intensely at you through the rearview mirror every few miles to check on you, when he thinks you're not looking.

The two of you had a huge fight earlier in the day, and haven't spoken a word to each other since. Sam occasionally broke the uncomfortable silence with some random fact, or to point out some cool abandoned place he saw on the way home. He knows how much you love to explore cool abandoned places, so he thought it would cheer you up.

It was a sweet gesture, but you were too distracted with intrusive thoughts from your fight in the motel room with Dean. The two of you had fought before on numerous occasions, but never like this. Your heart ached, as you replayed the argument in your head the whole ride home.

“You shouldn't have jumped in the way, Y/N! You almost got yourself killed.” Dean sternly raised his voice, while stitching up the massive gash on your stomach.

“So, what was I supposed to do? Just let you die? Again!?!” You yelled back, swallowing hard and trying to stifle back the tears forming in your eyes.

“If it was my time to go, it was my time to go! You don't get to just swoop in and act like a fucking hero.” Dean stood up, using a towel to wipe the blood from his hands as he'd finished stitching your wounds.

“I wasn't going to lose you again. Sam needs you. I need you.” Your voice cracked, as you felt the hot tears beginning to run down your face. The tears stung, as they reached the small gash across your left cheek.

“It wasn't your decision to make, dammit! I'd rather die than….” He stopped mid-sentence, feeling himself choke on his own words. He turned away from you before continuing, “Nevermind. You wouldn't understand.”

“Try me, Dean. Do you have any idea how fucking hard it was for me to watch you die last time? Sam ditched out, because he couldn't deal with his feelings. I was completely alone. I couldn't sleep. Because any time I fell asleep….I saw your lifeless body in my arms, and watched the light leave your eyes. I woke up in cold sweats, screaming; Every night for a YEAR. So, before you go getting pissed at me for saving your ass; Maybe stop and think that you're not the only person with feelings. I'd die a thousand times before I'll ever let myself go through that kind of hell again! This has nothing to do with heroism, and everything to do with the fact that I can't stand to lose you again. I REFUSE. You don't have the right to be mad at me for that. You left me alone, Dean. I hate you...” The tears fell harder as you stood up and grabbed the keys to the Impala.

You turned around to look at Dean once more before heading to the car. He was speechless, as tears rolled down his face. His piercing green eyes meet yours briefly, with a look you'd never seen before. You've seen every side of Dean, but not like this. He looked like a sad, lost puppy dog that couldn't find his owner.

You couldn't stand to look at him for another second. So you grabbed your bag and left the room, slamming the door as hardly as you possibly could on your way out.

It was now 2 AM, and you'd been asleep for a couple of hours. Dean pulls Baby up to the bunker, and takes the keys out of the ignition. Sam immediately gets out of the car, and grabs his bag with his laptop and clothes.

“Do you want me to grab Y/N?” Sam asked his older brother, closing the passenger side door as quietly as possible so he doesn't wake you.

“No, I've got her. You go get some sleep, man.” Dean responded, opening his door and stretching for a moment before opening your door. Sam nods, and makes his way inside.

“We're home, sweetheart,” he whispers softly as he picks you up bridal style, using his leg to push both doors of the Impala closed before carrying you into the bunker.

He walked down the long hall, passing your room and going straight to his. He laid you down on the bed gently, and sat his duffle bag in the corner of the room on a chair. He kicks off his shoes, and finds some clean clothes in his dresser to change into.

He tried to be as quiet as possible, but you heard the sound of him shuffling around the room. You rolled over to face him, as your tired eyes slowly fluttered open.

“Dean…?” Upon hearing your voice, he immediately turned around to face you.

“Hey... we're home. Sorry, I was gonna bring you to your room but you're always making cracks about how my bed is more comfy. I was just gonna change clothes and find a different room to sleep in tonight.”

Awkward silence filled the room for a moment, as he continued his search for something comfortable to wear.

“Dammit,” he muttered to himself, before shutting one of the drawers shut rather hard. “Where did all of my favorite sleep shirts go?” He faced you again, to find you grinning like an idiot.

“When you died, I used to wear your shirts a lot. They smelled like you, and it made me feel closer to you. I know that's really silly, but…” you shifted your gaze to the floor, as you felt tears forming in your eyes again. You closed them, taking a deep breath before exhaling shakily.

“Y/N…. I'm sorry. I didn't realize how much of an impact my death had on you. I shouldn't have acted the way I did today, and you had every right to tell me off.” Dean sat down in front of you, as you sat up to make space for him. He lifted his left hand to your cheek, using his thumb to wipe away a stray tear.

You grabbed his hand with yours, letting out a small sigh of relief as the tears continued to roll down your face.

“You have nothing to be sorry for. I was way out of line. I don't hate you, Dean. It was wrong of me to act that way. You were only concerned about my safety, and I'm sorry for scaring you.” You sniffled, nuzzling your cheek against Dean's rough, calloused hand.

“I wouldn't blame you if you did hate me. I left you alone. Sammy left you alone. None of this was your fault, and you've had to deal with this by yourself for so long. I'm honestly surprised you didn't crack sooner,” he frowned, and used his free hand to brush the stray hairs out of your face, tucking it behind your ear so he could see you better. “I'm here now, Y/N. I'm not going anywhere, I promise.”

“How can you know that for sure? We're hunters, Dean. Shit always hits the fan when we least expect it. Our job... it's dangerous. One wrong move, and it's over. You being here right now should be physically impossible, but here you are. You've been back for two months, and I should be happy. But, I can't shake the feeling that you're going to slip through my fingers at any given moment. I still have nightmares about it, Dean. I can't lose you again.” The tears fall harder as Dean wraps his arms around you.

You felt safe in his embrace, like nothing could harm you. The rest of the world could fade away right now, and nothing else would matter. His scent is intoxicating. The shirts you “borrowed” from his room helped a little while he was gone, but they were nothing compared to Dean, himself.

After crying for what seemed like hours, Dean gently unraveled himself from your hug and rests his forehead against yours. You can feel his breath mingling with your own, as he brushes your hair behind your ear again.

“Y/N…I think it's high time we stop pretending. I can't sit here and play buddy-buddy with you anymore, when deep down... It's so much more than that. I feel it, and I know you feel it too.” Dean whispered softly, resting his hand on your cheek.

“I'm scared, Dean. I'm terrified that I'll let myself fall harder, and you'll go away again. I love you, and I---” Hearing those three words were enough for him to cut you off. He closed the distance between you by tenderly brushing his lips against yours. You instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him back like your life depended on it.

His lips were soft, and you could still taste the coffee he'd drank on the way home. You'd played scenarios in your head for years of what it would feel like to kiss him. Not a single one of them compared to this. You both hesitantly broke away for air, still resting your foreheads against one another.

“I love you too, Y/N. I promise, I'm not going anywhere any time soon. You're stuck with me.” Dean smiled, wiping away the remainder of your tears.

“Good, because if you do…. I'll summon your ghost just to kill you again for good measure.” You both chuckled, as you rubbed your left hand on his cheek.

His stubble felt rough against your skin, but you didn't care. Dean Winchester was finally yours. He kissed you again, and the rest of the world faded away.

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Supernatural AU: Episode 6 - Shadow

Part 2

When she met Meg for the first time, Bobbie had a bad feeling. Her being here again just brought it all flooding back – the uncertainty, the general unease. With mysterious kills in the area and Meg showing up in the same town as them at the same time…it couldn’t be a coincidence. Could it?

Reaching out, Meg wrapped her arms around Sam’s neck and gave him a hug. In his body language, Bobbie could tell Sam felt weird too. He tensed and almost instinctively pulled away. “I’m good,” he said hollowly.  He wondered if she could see through his attempt at small talk. “I’m visiting friends.”

“I only see your sister.”

“Well, they’re not here right now,” he replied with a short laugh, shuffling awkwardly against the sticky bar floor. “What are you doing here? I thought you were going to California.”

Exactly. This was way too weird.

“I did. I came, I saw, I conquered. I met some famous actor there, Jared- something or other. A friend said he was on some show called Gilmore Girls.”

As her brother and Meg traded a few words, Bobbie stood in shock. Coincidences happened, sure, but not one this big and not to them. She had a million and one questions but stood back to let Sam ask them; if she did, the questions would be laced with readable distrust and if there was actually reason to distrust her, she didn’t want Meg knowing it.

At her back, Bobbie felt Dean place his hand on her upper arm and the two exchanged a glance. Even more so than she and Sam, she and Dean could read each other without any words at all – the benefit of hunting with him for years, just the two of them. One said ‘duck’ the other did it no questions asked, knowing that they’d have each others’ backs. With just a few quick glances, full plans could be formed.

“California got really old, really quickly, so I’m living here for a while.”

“You from here?”

“No, Andover, Massachusetts. I may have been born to a bunch of country hicks, but I’m a city girl at heart.” It was the first thing she said that rang true to Bobbie’s ears. “Gosh, what are the odds we’d run into each other?”

Probably fairly low, Bobbie thought to herself. So why are you here and why are you fixated on my baby brother?

“Seriously, I thought we’d never see each other again.”

“I’m glad you were wrong,” she said softly. The way she spoke to him made Bobbie’s skin crawl, and it wasn’t some ‘nobody is good enough for her brother’ bullshit. There were plenty good enough for him; this was something else entirely.

Not at all smoothly, Dean coughed, interrupting the forced and sickly sweet moment that passed between the two of them. “Dude, cover your mouth,” Meg replied.

Sam turned to Dean. “This is my brother, Dean.”

“Oh, so this is Dean?” For a second, Dean smiled. He always liked being the center of attention. “I’ve heard of you – the way you treat your brother like luggage.”

Bobbie’s blood boiled. It was entirely likely that Sam had said something to that effect to her when they’d first met – he and Dean had just been in a blowout fight - but her bringing it up was something else all together. It was none of her business.

“Sorry?”

She even had the gall to keep going. “Why don’t you let him do what he wants? How about you stop dragging him all over God’s green earth to-“

“It’s okay,” Sam interrupted.

She was trying to butter him up and Bobbie hated every second of it.

Excusing himself for a drink at the bar, Dean shot a look to Bobbie, figuring they should give Sam and Meg a moment alone. She would sit at the bar with her eyes glued to them the entire time. No way in hell was she leaving her brother alone in that woman’s clutches.

Once they left, Meg gave her attention back to Sam. “I don’t like the way he treats you.”

“He means well.” And Sam meant it. No matter how much Dean and to a lesser extent Bobbie were pains in the ass they did always had his best interests at heart.

He needed to get more information on her so he could look into her. Showing up right now didn’t sit right with him. Just before he was going to ask her for her number, she asked him instead and they hurriedly exchanged numbers. “I never got your last name.”

“Masters,” she said, adding quickly, “so you better call. I hope to see you around.” If it weren’t for this unsettling feeling in his stomach, he would’ve appreciated a line like that, but the acid of uncertainty ate away at his stomach.

With a quick goodbye, Sam walked away and met Bobbie and Dean outside of the bar, walking passed hoards of drunk people who still hadn’t managed to find their way inside the bar. “Who was that?” Dean asked, picking up the pace as he crossed the street.

“I only met her once. Seeing her again, now? It’s weird right?”

“Could be,” Dean said curtly, not giving Bobbie the chance to comment. “What was that comment about? I treat you like luggage? What, were you bitching about me to some chick?”

“No, it was when we were separated and before Bobbie showed up. Now-“

“Well, is there any truth to it? Am I keeping you against your will Sam?”

This was their issue – one of the many anyway – they were always at each other’s throats. They spat words first and used their heads later, which led to instant harm with some good later on if they could get their heads out of their asses.

“No, of course not,” Sam said. “I said that shit in anger when we were separated. Now would you listen?”

“What?” He asked, frustrated.

“Bobbie and I met her once and that was weeks ago. Now she’s here at the same time we are and we happen to meet at the same random Chicago bar just as these possibly supernatural cases are happening? It’s all too coincidental.”

“Yes!” Bobbie replied exasperatedly. It was hard to get words in when they were at each other like that. “I don’t like it.”

“Could be a fluke.” Dean didn’t even believe his own words.

“Could be, but it never is for us. There’s something weird about this I can’t put my finger on.”

Dean wiggled his eyebrows and smiled. “I bet you want to though.”

Rolling her eyes, Bobbie poked Dean in the shoulder with two fingers. “Really man?”

“I need you guys to look into her. See if there’s a Meg Masters in Andover, Massachusetts. And see if you can find anything about that symbol we found on the floor of Meredith’s apartment.”

“And what will you be doing?” Bobbie asked.

“Watching Meg.”

Dean slapped Sam’s shoulder. “Yea, I bet you will.”

“That’s not what I-“

“No need to explain. We’re going.” 

Bobbie yelled back as she and Dean made their way back to the motel. “Don’t be creepy, Sam! And you, if I ever see you sitting creepily outside a girl’s apartment when it’s not for the purpose of a case I will cut you.”

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“You think Sam is gonna go for it with that chick?” Dean asked, slamming the door behind him. Honestly, Dean thought he should. He needed to let loose.

“No fucking way!”

“Why?”

“Because there’s something up with her. Something icky. He knows it too.”

“You two are just overreacting,” Dean said rather unconvincingly. 

If only she was. She didn’t have goosebumps per se, but she felt her skin crawling, like thousands of tiny ants were marching along her arms and legs. Even if no one was watching them at the moment, someone, somewhere, knew what was going on in the lives of the Winchesters. She’d bet her life savings, which at this point included her leather jacket, her gun, and the 43 dollars that sat in her wallet, but still. Dean flicked on the light and she followed behind turning it right back off. “What’s that for?”

“Dean, I told you. I have a bad feeling.”

Rolling his eyes, he sat down at the computer and told her again how much she was overreacting, but his body betrayed him, his stomach doing flips as he pulled up the search engines to start on some research.

A quick search told them what they needed to know about Meg, but the symbol proved harder to research. “We should call Caleb,” Bobbie said, brushing her hair and getting a waft of cigarette smoke that choked her.

“Dad’s friend? Do you have that little faith in me? I can find what we need. Why don’t you go shower?”

Did she really smell that bad? Dean and Sam were always convincing her to take showers. “Are you sure?” When he nodded, she made her way toward the bathroom and turned on the water. Peeking her head out of the door, she called out. “If you don’t have anything by the time I get out, we’re calling Caleb!”

“Fine! Take a long shower,” he said softly. He wasn’t the research guy, but he could do this while Sam was out getting some.

About fifteen minutes later, Bobbie stepped out of the bathroom with a towel around her hair, the scent of orange blossom filling her nose as opposed to the smoke. It was the small things in life that she clung to. “See now you smell better,” Dean teased. “And, I found what we’re looking for.”

“I knew you would.”

A slightly awkward silence hung between them. Dean never did know how to take a compliment. For all his outwardly cocky demeanor, he didn’t feel worthy of praise. Sam might have been the research expert of the three of them, but Dean was by no means incapable.

Dean’s phone rang and broke the silence. “Hey Sam. You outside that poor girl’s apartment.”

“Put it on speaker,” Bobbie chided. One would think he’d be used to this by now.

“No…yes.” Rain was still streaming steadily down the Impala’s windshield when he pulled up to the apartment. This wasn’t what he wanted to be doing, no matter what Dean might have thought.  

“You’ve got a funny way of showing her you like her. You always did. Not at all smooth. Right, Bobbie?”

Not at all. Sammy always looked down at his feet when he was younger and tripped over his words. As he got older, he got a little smoother, but to her he’d always be her dorky baby brother.

“Bobbie, say nothing. Either of you find anything on her?”

“There is a Meg in Andover. Everything you mentioned about her checks out. Now my suggestion is you get your geeky butt out of that car and go invite her to a poetry reading or a chess competition of whatever the hell it is you do.”

“He’s not that bad, Dean,” Bobbie chuckled.

“Both of you can kiss my ass. Anything on the symbol?”

“It’s ancient,” Dean started. “Like 2,000 years B.C. old. Zoroastrian. It’s for calling a daeva.”

Bobbie and Sam asked what the hell that was at the same time. “How do you do that? Say the same thing at the same time in the same way. Stop it. It’s creepy. Anyway, a daeva is a demon of darkness, a shadow demon that can be summoned by other demons. What’s worse is that it doesn’t need a host to attack people. That’s why it’s also called a shadow demon.”

“Well, that would explain why the victims’ apartments looked completely untouched,” Bobbie said. “Because they were. No physical evidence from a shadow.”

“Wonderful, isn’t it?” He asked sarcastically. “They’re savage, animalistic - like demonic pitbulls.”

“Who calls them?” Sam asked, glancing up at the window to Meg’s apartment to find it still empty. “Does anyone need to?”

“Yea, they have to be summoned and considering how ancient these bastards are, whoever is calling it must have a reward waiting on the other side that outweighs the risks because there are a lot of ‘em. They tend to bite the hand that feeds.” Yet another supernatural thing they had no experience with…cool.

“How’d you find all that out?” Sam teased.

“Hey, you might be the king of lore, but I can get by when I need to, or when you’re otherwise preoccupied.” Sam could hear the smile in his brother’s voice and wanted to punch him.

“Seriously, Sammy,” Bobbie laughed. “He found the answers while I was in the shower. But we need to get on top of this. That kind of ancient power means someone in this town knows their shit.”

“Now go give that girl a private stripper-gram,” Dean laughed.

“Bite me.”

Dean and Bobbie spoke at the same time. “No, bite her.”

“Not too hard Sammy!” Bobbie called out with a laugh as Sam hung up on them. “We just did it too. That speaking at the same time thing.”

“Yea, it’s weird. Stop copying me.”

“Stop copying me,” she mimicked.

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Everything was going according to plan. She had Sam hook, line and sinker. Sure, he and his damn brother and sister didn’t really trust her, but that was good on their part; she wasn’t to be trusted.

Sam pulled up outside moments earlier, so she let him linger before heading into her bedroom. She knew he’d be watching. She needed him to be watching. The overall picture was playing out agonizingly slowly, but it was what father wanted, so in the meantime she’d have a little fun toying with the human.

Turning on the light, she walked in front of the window, her black bra holding her vessel’s ample cleavage in place. The moment her skin tingled she knew his eyes were on her. Oh the power a simple pair of boobs could hold. Men were so simple; played like fiddles.

When she spun around and pretended not to look, she snickered to herself. Sammy boy got himself caught by a woman and her husband on the sidewalk. She couldn’t exactly make out what they were saying, but undoubtedly he was getting called out for being a pervert.

Though this was fun, she had places to be and quickly pulled the rest of her clothing on before running down the stairs and out of the building. When she saw Sam’s car move out of the corner of her eye, she smiled. She walked toward the trap, assured that the mouse would chase the cheese.

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prompt #18 with sabriel please? i love your work ❤

‘Aw c’mon Sam, it’ll be fun, it’s just a few pranks!’ Gabriel pleaded, clasping his hands together in a mockery of prayer, which Sam found ironic and quite funny coming from an actual angel.‘This is without a doubt the stupidest plan you’ve ever had.’ He paused for effect, Gabriel’s best puppy dog eyes boring into him. ‘Of course, I’m in.’ Sam grinned down at him as he whooped in delight.Sam laughed at his reaction, shaking his head slightly. It was good to see him happy again.‘Just be warned that Dean gets pretty relentless during prank wars, one time he put Nair in my shampoo bottle.’ Gabriel gaped at him.‘Bet you were pretty pissed about that, Rapunzel.’ He snickered as Sam glared at him, holding up his hands in surrender. ‘Are you, or are you not obsessed with those luscious locks of yours?’ When the glaring only strengthened Gabriel dissolved into laughter, leaving Sam sighing. When he recovered from his laughing fit his face lit up with a memory.‘Hey, actually, if I’m remembering correctly, Cas pulled something like that on me back in heaven. He was only a fledgling at the time, but he covered all my combs with bleach and then offered to help me groom my wings. You can imagine what came next.’ It was Sam’s turn to gape then, as he stared at Gabriel’s back where his wings would be and tried to imagine them spotted with big patches of white.‘You must have looked ridiculous, like an angel mixed with a cow.’ Gabriel tilted his head at him in question. ‘My wings aren’t black Sam if that’s what you’re implying. That’s just the shadows of them that your tiny human mind can comprehend. Nice try though.’ If Sam didn’t know better he’d say the archangel looked offended. ‘Nice try at what?’ Sam was confused.‘Insulting me? Not gonna work. Anyway, where’s your sense of team spirit? It’s supposed to be me and you versus them, but with all this friendly fire I’m starting to doubt our alliance.’ Gabriel pulled out a chair and sat down, crossing his arms over his chest as he did. Sam laughed at him easily and shrugged off his pouty demeanor. ‘It’s not ‘friendly fire’ Gabe, I wasn’t trying to insult you. I had no idea angels were so sensitive about their wings.’ He poked him playfully on the shoulder to emphasize that he was still joking and pulled out the chair next to him.‘Now let’s get down to business and prank our stupid brothers.’ Gabriel stuck out his tongue at him and straightened his arms.‘Alright but next time you step outta line I’ll be the one putting depilatory cream in your shampoo bottle, kid.’ Sam snorted at him. ‘Message received! Now, can we get to planning?’Gabriel nodded. ‘So how do you wanna get Dean back for his attack on your precious hair? Super Glue on bottle labels is out and if you key the Impala he’ll likely murder you so let’s aim for a middle ground between those two.’‘Well actually, drawing inspiration from Cas’ prank, I was thinking that instead of Nair I could put bleach in a shampoo bottle.’‘Does Dean-O even use shampoo? I would’ve thought he washed his hair in a river and dried it with animal pelts like a True Man™.’ Sam laughed at the image and shook his head. ‘Did you have to say the trademark bit out loud?’ Gabriel nodded proudly. ‘And while usually, I would agree with that assessment of my brother, I know for a fact that he steals my hair stuff.’‘Well then, prank number one: turn Dean Winchester into a bottle blonde, is officially in action.’ Gabriel stood up.‘What about Cas?’ Sam asked, pushing out his chair from the table and standing too.‘I’ll need a bit of time to think of a comeback for my little brother, but he’ll get what’s coming to him, you rest assured. But for now, I think we’ll both enjoy the look on Dean’s face when he walks out of the shower looking like Britney Spears.’Sam nodded his agreement. ‘Good point. Seeing as we don’t exactly stock the kind of bleach that’s skin-safe, I’m gonna head to the store to get some, you need anything?’‘Honestly? What I need right now is to get out of the bunker for a while. Mind if I tag along?’Sam shook his head and gestured up the steps to let Gabriel ahead of him as he swiped the Impala’s keys off of the map table.‘Dean’ll probably have a stroke at the thought of you in the passenger seat of Baby, but that kind of sweetens the deal when it comes to pranking him.’ Sam called up to Gabriel, who grinned sadistically.‘I’ll send him a picture with my feet up on the dash.’—–They didn’t get their chance to pull off their plan until a day later, after a particularly messy but quick woodland hunt which had Dean shoved down into a muddy ditch by a werewolf.After Cas had healed his sprained ankle and disappeared Dean had finished his beer and grunted something about dirt being in places he hadn’t even known had existed before he shuffled off to the showers.As soon as he left the room Gabriel whipped around to face Sam with a look of mischievous anticipation on his face.‘Would it be too much to wait outside the showers for him to come out?’ Sam thought about it for a moment. ‘Nah, let’s go, I so need to get a picture of his face.’—-After waiting for what felt like an eternity of waiting, the door to the showers cracked open.Sam readied his phone camera off to the side as Gabriel held up a mirror directly in front of the entrance.The sight the two pranksters were met with was only half of what they expected though. For example the sight of a furious Dean with platinum blonde hair and a towel around his waist was expected, Castiel standing beside him in a similar state and trying to calm him down, was not.Sam sheepishly snapped a picture of the two of them on instinct then dropped his phone into his pocket as he tapped Gabriel on the shoulder to lower the mirror.When Gabriel caught sight of them together in all their blonde ridiculousness and towels, he immediately burst into laughter, which prompted Dean to lunge for him and almost lose said towel. Cas caught him by the shoulder with a sigh and yanked him back with one hand, the other catching a hold of his wayward towel.  Sam averted his eyes from the awkward scene and cleared his throat. ‘So, how long has,’ He gestured to the pair dripping water into the hallway. ‘This, been going on for?’‘Shut up Sam.’ Dean grumbled, quickly forgetting his desire to kill the archangel still laughing at him in the face of questions about his love life. In fact, as he pushed past his younger brother determinedly, Sam could have sworn he saw Dean go bright red. Even Castiel was looking a little flushed as he quickly excused them both and ran after Dean.‘Okay, that was amazing. Please tell me you got a picture of them?’Sam smiled and nodded, taking out his phone and pulling up the picture. Their brothers looked hilariously like deer caught in headlights.‘That is brilliant! I now know what my prank for Cas is gonna be, I’m gonna print this a gazillion times and leave all the copies around the bunker.’Sam nodded in approval and high-fived him as they walked away from the scene of the crime, both of them still laughing every time they looked down at Sam’s phone.

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▬ Set Requirement: Doesn’t matter, just make sure it has your faceclaim. Other than that, make whatever kind of thing you want! Square, rectangle, moodboard, magazine cover, whatever you want my nerds!

♛ Daenir Échon ♛

pronounced: Day-nir

♛ B A S I C⠀S T A T S ♛

▬ Full Name: Daenir Échon

▬ Nickname(s): Dae

▬ Title(s) and/or alias(es): The High Sorcerer

▬ Age: Roughly 27 summers give or take a few years

▬ Gender: Male     

▬ Species: Witch -  Isahor

▬ Occupation: Sorcerer of Veotis {currently} // Assassin/Witch Hunter {formally}

▬ Kingdom of Birth: Calia

▬ Kingdom of Residence: Veotis

♛ P H Y S I C A L⠀A P P E A R A N C E ♛  

▬ Face Claim: Matthew Daddario

▬ Hair: Black

▬ Eyes: Blue-Grey

▬ Height: 6 ft 1

▬ Body: Scared perfection

▬ Any Scars/ Marks?: Several scars over his body, the most prominent of those are the shiny silvery marks around his wrists

▬ Any Tattoos/ Piercings?:

- A black and white dragon entwined over his heart

- Black wings across his back

- Protective runes across his ribs

- An unknown symbol on his upper left thigh

- A magical brand on his neck given to him by his mother

▬ Other: Nothing for now

♛ P E R S O N A L I T Y ♛  

▬ Overview: Headstrong, stubborn and full of snarky wit and dry sarcasm, Daenir prefers to push people away to keep them from getting underneath the shields he has perfected over the years. Whilst generally he looks out for himself and acts like he’s been put out when people gather for his attention, underneath all those layers, Daenir does enjoy helping people. Due to years of abuse at the hands of his father, and the years of his imprisonment thanks to his mother, Daenir is known by the court to suffer moments of mental instability. Despite this, the King and the Advisory Council hold the man in high esteem due to his years of service to the kingdom and former apprenticeship to Master Cedric. Deanir is a warrior and most of the time is known to have unshakable focus in all of his tasks with little to distract him. His singular drive is to do better for the world he lives in even if he can only do it one bit at a time.

▬ Strengths: His stubbornness - but it can also be a weakness; his inability to give up on someone or something; his desire to make things safer for witches

▬ Weaknesses: Hates, and I mean HATES dark places, has to sleep with the fire going due to his imprisonment; extreme awkwardness in social situations; overuse of his powers can result in severe dehydration, often occurs when he spends too long in combat; inability to share his feelings to avoid being called weak

▬ Habits and Quirks: Daenir has been known to spark when he is annoyed or frustrated, likewise he can lose control of his lightning based abilities when in a state of arousal

▬ Likes: Hot places, warm weather, soft music, reading, painting, drawing, being left alone when he needs to be, gardening, tea of all kinds, libraries, old stories, archery, horse riding, knives, outsmarting stupid nobles, Aldir and Ryo, his apprentice and likewise his former teacher, spicy food {the hotter the better}, traveling

▬ Dislikes: Animals that have no point, being called damaged, being coddled - he is NOT a child, foolish religious people, having other’s ideals forced onto him, discrimination, fighting for the sake of fighting, moronic little assholes, people who use position to gain what they want, bullies, being touched without permission, flirting {if you want someone, just fucking tell them stupid}, sweet food, cold weather, snow, parties

▬ Hobbies: Painting, drawing, collecting old tomes, pissing off his parents, building models, gardening, brooding spectacularly, outsmarting stupid nobles

▬ Character Tropes: Dark and Troubled Soul; When Dad Met Mum; Abusive Parent; Byronic Hero; The Quiet One; The Wild Card, Parental Issues; Parental Abandonment; Daddy Issues; Mum Is A Bitch {if that is not a trope is bloody well should be}, Big Brother Instinct; Bi The Way; Archer Archetype; Death Seeker; Jerk With A Heart of Gold; Friend To All Children; Tall, Dark and Handsome; Tall, Dark and Snarky; Badass Bookworm

▬ Additional Information: Will literally lose his shit at being called an animal. Daenir spent twenty years of his life being likened to an animal by his father and his mother, the first one to treat him as an actual human being was Cóven VI

♛ A B I L I T I E S ♛  

▬ Pyrokinesis: an ability often associated with war. Most witches born in Veotis are born with an affinity for either earth, air or water, Daenir’s ability with fire is frightening and at the same time another way to show that he is not a Veotis native.

▬ Electrokinesis: Daenir barely has a grasp on this ability as it is. It is mostly responsible for the tangled, chaotic mess the sorcerer calls hair. He can create, shape and manipulate electricity

▬ Hardening: This skill is inherited from Daenir’s father, whilst he hates the man, the skill itself allows him to turn his body into a living weapon. There is one weak spot but Daenir has only told one person and that is the King

▬ Armed and Unarmed Combat: the skill is self explanatory but Daenir excels more with knives and the bow than he does with a sword  

▬ Able to fumble his way through any conversation with a shy smile and incomprehensible mumbling

♛ F A M I L Y ♛  

Fucked up. There is no other way to describe it. Feredir and Malrin consummated their love to hate your guts relationship after a drunken encounter in the middle of a storm. The Witch Hunter stole away with the child when he was barely a week old and turned him into a weapon that hunted his own kind. Feredir wants his weapon back, Malrin wants her son dead, Daenir just wants to train his apprentice, keep witches safe and stay loyal to the king.

▬ Feredir Havel || 49 || Father || Karl Urban || Witch Hunter

If ego had a proper name it would be Feredir Havel. He is a prideful, manipulative, charismatic man who takes pleasure in twisting others to his cause. He dislikes witches and the freedom they have, often taking great joy in killing or imprisoning them.   

▬ Malrin Échon || 46 || Mother || Charlez Theron || Head of the Witches Guild

Meaning lady crowned with gold. Malrin is the Head of the Witches Guild and seen as the most powerful witch in Veotis second to none until Daenir comes into his full power. She dislikes the fact that he can outdo her in just about anything without trying, the fact he spent the better part of six years actively killing and hunting his own kind might have something to do with it. Malrin cursed her son to hear the dying cries of those he has killed for the rest of his days

▬ Caladwin Échon || Deceased ||  Sister || Kaya Scodelario || Witch

She’s dead, nothing else to say

♛ B I O G R A P H Y ♛

Born the only son of Feredir Havel and Malrin Échon, Daenir spent the first years of his life being nothing but a tool to his father’s endgame. Feredir and Malrin consummated their love to hate your guts relationship after a drunken encounter in the middle of a storm resulting in the birth of Daenir a month earlier than normal. When he was barely a week old, Fereldir had his hunters kidnap his son and bring the baby back to Calia where he would spend the next fourteen years being raised as an ‘unofficial’ weapon to hunt his own kind.

Daenir committed his first hunt when he was a few months shy of fifteen, whilst it was widely known that the hunt went spectacularly wrong in every way possible, the truth being much bloodier than that. False intelligence was given which resulted in the death of a young witch and her parents, an act that would only serve to fuel the boy’s hatred of his own kind {and come back to haunt him years later}.

Whilst Feredir kept up his charade as a respectable Witch Hunter who kept to the law, he continually sent Daenir out into the world in order to rid the world of ALL witches. This carried on until Daenir was eighteen and came to the attention of his mother, now head of the Witches Guild in Veotis. Daenir killed the wrong witch who happened to be his half-sister and ended up spending the next year running from the wrath of his own mother, a woman he didn’t even know.

The hunt ended back in Veotis in the heart of the Aedis Forest where Daenir was taken down by the combined effort of the entire Guild. A curse was laid upon Daenir to hear the cries of his victims until the day he died, and then he was locked away into the darkness of Aedis Prison with a single warden who would be rotated by Malrin every month. Whilst the woman didn’t want her son to die just yet, she didn’t want him to be free to go about his life like he hadn’t caused harm to his own kind. That was her revenge for the death of her dear daughter.

When Cóven and his royal guard found the prison hidden in the Aedis Forest, Daenir was near feral from being chained and locked away for so long. With the assistance of Cedric Ebe, Cóven was able free him from the magical bindings and take him back Aecor and the Summer Palace to try and help bring him back from insanity, helping him heal along the way.

With the assistance of Lady Helaena from Astronia and her apprentice Lady Everleigh, Daenir was able to come back to the world a bit at a time until his mind could function properly. After four years in darkness, he found it hard to trust anyone, first opening up to Cóven and then Cedric after he took up an apprenticeship with the Royal Sorcerer. The feeling of trusting someone was so unfamiliar but the knowledge that he actually belonged somewhere was something that Daenir accepted even if his mind told him no.

After meeting his mother in the middle of an Advisory Council meeting, Daenir was forced to come clean with his past, he half expected to be thrown back inside the darkness of the prison and his own mind. Instead of rejection, Daenir found acceptance from both his master’s and soon found himself inheriting the title of Royal Sorcerer when Cedric decided to retire. During the years he has been active in his current role, Daenir has taken to trying to right many of wrongs committed in his earlier years and bring peace to the world a little bit at a time.

♛ O T H E R ♛

▬ Has a pet Nyrk gifted to him by his father when he was a child. Aldir {named after the God of War} is incredibly aggressive to everyone but Daenir and the King. Ryo, a rare Panthera in Veotis, was a gift given to him by the former King, the beast is loyal and far more friendly than his counterpart Aldir

▬ Daenir is basically Fenris and I will fight you if you say otherwise

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S’mores

Summary: A fall bonfire leads to some unexpected developments.

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam x Eileen (because I’ll go down with that ship with @because-imma-lady-assface)

Word Count: ~2300

Warnings: Fluff, fall fluff, Saileen fluff, Dean fluff, all the freaking fluff

A/N: This is for @d-s-winchester’s Fall in love with Fall Challenge. My picture prompt is below. I had a lot of fun writing fluffy Dean again and I hope y’all enjoy it too. Unbetaed, so blame my tired teacher brain for any mistakes.

When your best friend, Eileen, had gotten together with Sam Winchester, you’d been beyond happy for the two of them. You loved Sam almost as much as you loved Eileen, and they’d both been through such heartache and pain in their lives, that they, more than anyone, deserved to find happiness. You, for one, were so glad they’d found it in each other.

So, when Sam came to you and told you he was thinking of planning a romantic getaway for him and Eileen, you’d been all for it. Your best friend deserved some alone time with her man, and they both needed some time outside of the bunker to be together as a couple, without you, Dean or Cas getting in the way. You quickly volunteered to help him plan it, but things seemed to keep getting in the way. Between Lucifer and the crazy British Men of Letters chick, it seemed like the universe never wanted this weekend to happen.

But, you finally caught a break in early November. Everything seemed to have calmed down for the time being, and you were living in a time of relative quiet, which was rare in this life, so now seemed like the perfect time to get the getaway plan in motion.

You happily helped Sam pick a cabin Eileen would love out by the lake. It was isolated and beautiful, and it’d be a perfect fall escape for the two of them. Once all of the plans were finalized, Sam surprised Eileen with the trip.

Just as you knew she would be, she was beyond happy, signing so quickly and excitedly that even you had trouble keeping up. You couldn’t help but smile when you saw the joy that came over Sam’s face at her reaction. He loved her so much that just making her happy was enough to make him happy. That was everything.

But, just like with everything in your lives, something was bound to go wrong eventually. This time, it waited until the week before the trip.

Sam and Dean got called away on a routine werewolf hunt. They were supposed to gank the monster in plenty of time to make it back, but they ended up getting delayed by an early November snowstorm blasting Minnesota. Unfortunately, that meant that they wouldn’t end up making it back in time for Sam and Eileen’s cabin getaway.

Eileen was crushed, but you weren’t going to give up that easy. You were determined to find a way to salvage the weekend for your best friend, even if Sam was stuck in the ridiculously snowy Minnesota. So, that was how you ended up sitting in the living room of the cozy two-bedroom cabin trying to turn Eileen’s ill-fated romantic getaway into a fun girl’s weekend.

“Come on, Eileen,” you insisted enthusiastically, “we can still have fun. The cabin’s already paid for, so we should try to enjoy it.”

Eileen frowned at you and responded, her words punctuated by half-hearted signs. “No offense, Y/N, but you weren’t exactly the person I envisioned when I pictured this weekend. So, you’ll forgive me when I say I’m not exactly in the mood for fun.”

You were about to respond with another argument in favor of a fun diversion when the sound of a knock at the door silenced both of you. You let all of your thoughts fall away as years of hunter’s instinct instantly kicked in, with both you and Eileen drawing your guns at the exact same moment. 

You moved as one to the door, perfectly in sync, with Eileen taking the lead. You steadied your gun and held your breath ever so slightly as she reached for the doorknob, ready to cover her against whoever, or whatever, was on the other side.

The tension quickly drained out of you the second you recognized the familiar, shaggy-haired man standing in the doorway. You breathed a sigh of relief as Eileen leaped into Sam’s arms and lowered your gun.

Once the two lovers had properly reunited, they pulled apart, creating enough room for Sam to step into the cabin. It was only then that you noticed Dean standing behind him, looking ridiculously sexy in his green canvas jacket, flannel, and faded jeans, jeans that showed off his bow legs a little too well, not that you were complaining. You swallowed and pushed away your distracting thoughts, replacing them with a genuine smile.

“Hey, what are you two doing crashing our girls weekend?” you proclaimed jokingly.

Sam grinned, looking at you for the first time since he’d arrived. “Technically,” he said, grabbing Eileen’s hand as he spoke, “you crashed our romantic weekend.”

“After you bailed,” you said, softening your joke with a smile that he happily returned. Dean, on the other hand, did not look nearly as amused.

“Yeah, I wish we’d been able to bail. Then, I wouldn’t have had to drive through a freakin’ blizzard to get here by tonight. But, no…... Sammy here was so desperate to see his girl that it was worth my Baby getting pelted.”

Sam rolled his eyes, not even bothering to look back at his brother. “The car will be fine, Dean.”

“Oh, yeah? Why don’t you tell her tires that!” He scoffed and stepped into the cabin, slamming the door shut behind him. “You owe me some new ones, dude.”

“Uh huh,” Sam muttered before turning his full attention back on his girlfriend. “I’m so sorry we almost didn’t make it, babe.”

“It’s ok,” Eileen assured him. “All that matters is that you’re here now and we can have our weekend.” She leaned up on her toes for a kiss, and you laughed as Dean made an exaggerated grossed out face behind their backs. Unfortunately, Sam noticed.

“Speaking of which, don’t you two have somewhere else to be?”

“Not after that drive, Sammy,” Dean grunted, throwing his bag down and collapsing into the chair you had been occupying mere moments before. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back wearily. “I’m staying the night. Your romantic weekend will just have to wait.”

You turned to Sam and Eileen and shrugged sympathetically. “I can drive the two of us back if you want…”

“No, don’t!” Eileen reassured you with an easy smile. “The two of you are welcome to stay the night. We can wait until tomorrow for some alone time. Can’t we, Sam?”

“Yeah, sure,” Sam agreed unhappily, with a disappointed frown that was almost comical. You could already tell that, for him at least, tomorrow couldn’t come soon enough.

Dean, on the other hand, had no such reservations. “Great!” he announced enthusiastically from his spot on the chair. “A night off in the woods. What should we do first?” He opened his eyes and winked at you. “We could always go skinny dipping.”

“Ha ha,” you whispered sarcastically, but you couldn’t help the blush that covered your cheeks at his suggestion. You’d always had a thing for Dean, ever since you’d started working together. After all, who wouldn’t? He was gorgeous and hilarious and tough and sexy. It was natural for you to be a little attracted to him, or a lot attracted to him. But, despite the jokes and innocent flirting, you knew he wasn’t interested in you like that. Somehow, you’d found a way to be okay with that. But, that couldn’t stop you from blushing.

“There’s a fire pit outside,” Eileen said, interrupting your inner monologue. “We could always light one. Maybe make some s’mores?”

“Sounds perfect,” Sam said. He leaned down and placed a gentle kiss to the top of her head. She leaned into him slightly and you couldn’t help but feel a twinge of longing as you watched them. You were beyond happy for them, and not jealous at all, but you couldn’t help but want what they had. That security, that love, was a rare gift.

“Let’s do it!” Dean yelled, jumping up with a sudden burst of energy. He walked towards the door, grabbing your hand and pulling you along as he passed. “Come on, Y/N/N. Let’s get our s’more on.”

You laughed and let him pull you along, happy to just feel the heat of his hand in yours for the moment. You knew you could never have Dean Winchester but, in moments like this, you let yourself imagine what it would feel like. And boy, did it feel good.

Dean pulled you outside into the crisp fall air and over to the fire pit. When he let your hand go to kneel down by the stack of wood, you instinctively pulled your jean jacket tighter around you.

Dean let out a small chuckle and addressed you without even turning around. “Cold, Y/N/N?”

“I’m fine,” you whispered firmly, but your chattering teeth betrayed you.

“Here,” Dean muttered. He finished building the roaring fire and stood up, quickly pulling his canvas jacket off before placing it gently on your shoulders. You pulled it close to you, inhaling the unique scent of Dean- whiskey mixed with a little gunpowder and leather.

“Thank you,” you breathed, suddenly distracted by the brilliant green eyes that were staring directly at yours. After a few heart-stopping seconds, Dean opened his mouth to say something, but he was stopped by the arrival of Sam and Eileen.

“Got the s’more supplies,” Sam announced, holding up a bag full of marshmallows, chocolate, and graham crackers. Eileen echoed his excitement and quickly held up four matching sticks.

“Great,” you said quietly, plastering on a smile and moving away from Dean. You settled down on the blanket-covered log next to the fire and reached your hand out for a stick. Eileen handed it to you along with a marshmallow. As you placed your marshmallow on the edge of the stick, Dean settled down next to you. You ignored the heat rolling off of him, instead desperately trying to focus on getting the right toast to your marshmallow.

A half a dozen s’mores, and a few beers, later, your awkwardness was long forgotten as you struggled to contain your laughter at the latest story of the early, prank-filled days of Dean and Sam’s storied hunting career. Dean had his arm wrapped around you effortlessly while you laughed, and you leaned into him as if it was the most natural thing in the world, loving the feel of his soft, muscled body against yours.

Around midnight, when Sam and Eileen finally called it a night, you and Dean decided to stay behind for one last s’more. As Dean held his marshmallow over the dying fire, you closed your eyes and leaned your head back, enjoying the slight, fall breeze that washed over you. You tipsily smiled into the sky, content to just be in the quiet moment.

When you opened your eyes, Dean was staring right at you with a strange, soft look on his face. “What?” you asked with a laugh. “Is there something on my face?”

“No,” he whispered gruffly, his voice wracked with an emotion you couldn’t quite identify. It instantly sobered you up.

“Dean?” you whispered, leaning closer to him. “What is it?”

He slowly brought a hand up to rest on your cheek. “It’s nothing,” he muttered quietly. “But being here with you has me thinking about something I’ve been wanting to do for a very long time.”

You could almost feel your heart stop beating. “And, what’s that?”

“This,” he whispered a second before his lips captured yours. He pressed lightly at first, a little unsure, a little unsteady, but the second you started to respond, the kiss ignited into a wildfire with Dean taking control and you giving as good as you got.

By the time you finally pulled apart, Dean was breathing just as heavily as you were. You were pleased, and a little proud too, to know that the kiss had affected him that much. Apparently, Dean Winchester was just as attracted to you as you were to him.

“Well,” you teased lightly, “that was certainly something.”

“Yeah,” Dean said, his eyes already back on your lips, “that was something all right.”

You unconsciously licked your lips, drawing a soft groan out of Dean. “So...what now?”

He grinned devilishly. “Now, we go test out that second bedroom.”

Your joy-filled laugh was cut off by Dean swiftly pulling you back towards him, his lips once again connecting with yours. He effortlessly picked you up and all but ran to the cabin, both of you desperate to spend all night long seeing just how much further this kiss could go.

The next morning, Sam came out of his room before dawn, gently rubbing the sleep from his bleary eyes. He’d gotten up a little early, determined to get the coffee ready before Eileen woke up. He didn’t even think about where his brother or you had slept in the two bedroom cabin, practically moving on autopilot as he got the coffee beans out of the cupboard.

Just as he was about to turn the coffee maker on, he heard quiet giggling coming from behind the closed door of the second bedroom. He stopped, focusing his eyes on the door when he heard it again. He barely had a enough time to register the sound when the door burst open and you and Dean came barreling out, hanging all over each other and quietly laughing. Dean was shirtless, wearing only his boxers, but that wasn’t what surprised Sam the most. What surprised him the most was the only thing you were wearing: Dean’s shirt.

“Um, guys?” Sam sputtered out, drawing surprised glances out of both of you, “WHAT THE HELL?”

Dean smiled and wrapped his arm around your waist, making you squeal as he pulled you close. “You may want to wake Eileen, Sammy, ‘cause Y/N and I have something we should probably tell the two of you. Spoiler alert: there’s going to be a few changes in the Bunker.”

“Yeah,” you affirmed as you wrapped your arm around Dean’s neck to pull him down for a kiss. “Some very happy changes.”

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