#tired mom of all these crazy ass supernaturals

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We got another one boys—

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[holylulusworld]

Dream a little dream of me (1)

Title: Dream a little dream of me…

Square filled for @howbadcanitbebingo​: Being trapped and sex must be ensue

Summary: It’s your birthday and one of your favorite fantasies comes true.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader, Soldier Boy x Reader, Jensen Ackles x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Words: 3.333 😂

Warnings: language, naughty dreams, fantasies, fangirling, RPF, smut, p in v, unprotected sex, taking turns, creampie, a hint of oral (male rec), breeding kink, cuckolding (kinda), I’ll label this slightly dub-con (not to me but before anyone complains…), spanking, I mention gunplay, mentions of anal sex (nothing happens, though), marathon fucking, Plot? What plot? it’s basically just fucking with Jensen Ackles’ characters

A/N: It’s my birthday and I do with them what I want to.

Dream a little dream… masterlist

It's a little past 1 am when you finally shut the TV off. You rub your tired eyes, yawning as you must get up for work in not six hours. Binge-watching all episodes of The Boys after you just had a Supernatural marathon wasn’t your best idea.

You can’t help it. Jensen Ackles will be the death of you, or rather his characters Dean Winchester and Soldier Boy.

“Fuck! That was intense,” you gasp as you remember every scene with Soldier Boy, your favorite actor’s new role. “He just killed a man using his shield. He’s a sexy and dark version of Captain America but so, so fucking hot!”

You wish there wasn’t an ache between your legs or that you already know another naughty daydream will keep you awake for much longer. “Maybe I should take care of you first. What do you say, little slut? Pink rabbit or the big guns tonight?”

“Fucking get up from the bed,” you mutter in your sleep as someone just kicked your bed. “Bitch, get out of the bed. Where am I and why can’t I leave this room?”

“Fuck, leave me alone, mom. I want to sleep some more,” turning around you wrap your arms around your pillow, hugging it tightly. “I just had the best dream. Get out of my room.”

“Miss, uh—there is no mom, and you are alone,” another voice reaches your ears. It’s a softer one, but still rough and low. “Miss, you gotta wake up. We need answers.”

“Just a minute longer,” hiding your face in your pillow you whine as someone tries to drag your blanket off of your body.

“Get out of the bed,” a third voice gruffly growls in your ear. You can feel his breath fan over your exposed back as he removes the blanket to expose your naked body to the others. “SONOFABITCH!”

“Hello there, the little kitten is a naughty one,” the first voice says while stepping closer to your bed. “Maybe I should have a closer look at her. I can imagine a thing or two I’d like to do to her to get answers.”

“Sir, I must ask you to not touch the woman. We just arrived here and I think she’s the only person able to help us get out of here,” the second voice tuts. “We shouldn’t hurt her, guys. I mean it. Let’s just talk to her.”

“I know what happened. She’s a fucking witch and summoned us. I swear if you hurt my brother you are dead, witch,” you blink your eyes open as someone pokes your arm. “Get out of the bed, sweetheart. We are going to have a long conversation. Don’t make me get my gun out.”

“Gun?” now you lift your head to look into familiar yet foreign eyes. “What? WHAT THE FUCK!” you jolt up on your bed, screaming as Dean Winchester, your favorite fictional character, stands right in front of you. “Dean Winchester from Supernatural? How’d you get out of my dreams and into my bedroom, dude?”

“In flesh and blood,” gasping you grasp for the blanket to cover your modesty. “So, how do you know me?”

“I-I just watched like ten episodes of Supernatural and this must be a dream…an odd one. Usually, you are naked and between my legs or on top. I guess this is another crazy dream. It’s just, I never smelled you before.”

“Stop talking to that bitch,” you squeak as someone roughly grabs your ankles to drag you off the bed. You land on your ass, grunting as another man stares down at your naked form. “If you don’t give me answers, I’ll force them out of you.”

“OH FUCK! That’s Soldier Boy,” fuck, you whimper like a needy slut as the supe roughly grasps for your arms to force you on your feet. “So strong and tall.”

“Fucking pathetic slut,” he pushes you around and roughs you up a little before you end up pressed against the wall. You can feel his suit rub against your exposed body and to your shame, you start to grind your ass into his crotch. “What’s wrong with you?”

“May I?” you whip your head toward the last man in the room, gasping as Jensen freaking Ackles stands next to you while the man behind you starts to fondle your tits. “Miss, we all saw a blinding light, and then, we were in your room. Do you know—”

“She’s a witch,” Dean barks. “Lemme get my gun out and press the truth out of her.” A whimper leaves your lips at his words. “Oh, you’d like that, don’t you? All those toys didn’t get you off, huh?”

“I will get the answers right fucking now,” Soldier Boy fumbles his pants open with one hand while the other creeps between your legs to toy with your clit. “She’s fucking wet.”

“That’s a lot of fucks,” Jensen complains. “Can we not just sit down and talk. Maybe she’ll help us on free terms. She doesn’t look like a kidnapper or killer.”

“I’m not, oh fuck me,” you feel the wide head poke your entrance. Soldier Boy forces you on tiptoes as he roughly shoves his length inside of your hungry cunt. “FUCK!”

“That’s a tight little cunt for me to enjoy,” Dean steps next to you, and hungrily stares at your chest. He licks his lips, debating to join the sins the man wearing the same face commits right in front of him. “Yeah, you will tell me everything for an orgasm, won’t you.”

You struggle to answer as Soldier slowly starts to rock his hips. He’s so thick you fear he’ll tear you apart if he goes any faster, or harder…or anything. “Please, I—you’re too big.”

“Nah, you’re not used to getting fucked by a real man, is all, my little slut,” he casually says while wrapping one large palm around your throat. He holds you against the wall, as he starts to move in earnest.

Soldier Boy is not the kind of man for foreplay or slow sex. No, he slams into you and makes you cry out at the force he uses just for fun. “She looks like…” Jensen stammers. “Fuck, she likes it rough.”

“Harder,” you can’t move or, even breathe right but a single word slipped past your lips. “P-lease.”

“You want it harder?” pressed against the wall you can only whimper in return. “Good girl. I’ll give you harder.”

“Don’t break her, man,” Dean growls now. His eyes glued to your blissed-out face he smirks darkly. “Or break her and I’ll ruin her completely after you are done.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Soldier Boy spears you open with every unforgiving thrust. He doesn’t care if you get off or suffocate. All he wants is to fill your cunt over and over again until you are a begging mess. “I fuck that whore now.”

“I want a turn too,” your eyes roll back as the man holding your life and body in a tight grip angles his hips. He rubs against your g-spot, making you moan loudly. “Move faster and get off. I want her on the bed, full of my cock.”

“Okay, this is weird,” Jensen huffs as you cry out with every thrust. You are nothing but a hole to the man fucking the life out of you. He roughly grips your shoulders and holds you against the wall all the while sledgehammering into your soaked cunt. “Usually, I don’t watch my characters fuck someone.”

“Get it in your thick skull, Ackles,” Dean grunts, “we are all here. I don’t know how, but we ended up in that little witch’s bedroom. Whether you help us weaken the powerful creature with our cocks or just sit over there and watch. I don’t care.”

“You mean…I can fuck her too?” Jensen hastily undoes his pants to get his aching cock out. He watches his latest role manhandle you like you are a ragdoll.

“I’m done with her,” Soldier Boy rams into you five, six more times until you feel his cum shoot into you. You don’t know if the orgasm he forced on your body is enough to sate your needs, but your cunt still cries for more when he pulls out and pushes you into Dean’s arms. “Here, you’re next.”

“I can hardly wait,” Dean twirls you around and pushes you onto the bed. You end up face first in the cushions and struggle to get back up. “Stay like this. If you move, I’ll fuck you with my gun instead of my cock.”

“Sonofabitch,” Jensen crawls onto the bed to fist your hair, he smirks darkly as you look up at him with wide eyes. Your lips part on their own and he doesn’t have to tell you to take his cock down your throat. He wouldn’t have, though. Jensen roughly shoves his cock into your mouth, slapping your cheek as you don’t start bobbing your head right away. “Get on your knees and suck my cock.”

“It’s my turn, not yours, Ackles,” the hunter growls behind you. He drags you off of Jensen’s cock, daring the actor to lay claim on you before Dean had his turn. “I’m gonna fuck her and you’ll watch me. After I’m done, you can have her sloppy hole.”

“I want to be next,” the actor tries to push Dean away, grunting as the hunter won’t budge. “You are only a role I played. I’m the main act here.”

“Can you not share?” you whimper as both men stare down at you. “I could suck Jensen off while you fuck my pussy.”

“No,” Dean pushes your face into the cushions and lifts your butt. “This won’t turn into a threesome. I fuck your cunt and later, he can have you.”

“And after the actor is done, it’s my turn again,” Soldier Boy runs his hand up and down his already half-hard cock. “Aw, look at you on the bed, waiting for another cock to use you. You’re a little slut, aren’t you?”

“YES,” you hiss when Dean roughly grips your hips to drive right into you. He’s grunting behind you, not missing that you moan at the fulness. “He’s thick too. Just like you, Sir.”

“Calling me Sir won’t get you anywhere,” you weakly lift your head to watch Jensen and Soldier Boy stroke their cocks. “Maybe if you take it up to your ass like a big girl, you are forgiven for bringing us here.”

“Don’t, witch,” you can only take Dean’s pace as she slaps your ass anytime you try to push back onto him. “You will take what I’m willing to give to you, whore. If not, your ass will be raw when I’m done with you.”

“Aw, he’s not nice to you, huh?” Soldier Boy mocks you while Dean slaps both of your cheeks with full force. You cry out but clench tightly around his shaft as the pain pushes you toward a much-needed second release. “Look at that slut. She loves to get slapped and used. How about you become my sex slave?”

Eyes glassy you look at Soldier Boy, nodding silently as a pair of rough hands spanks your ass until you cry. “Shut it. You’re nothing but a cum dumpster to me. I’ll kill you if you don’t get us out of here.”

“Not before I had my turn,” Jensen watches your weak attempt to rock your hips. You are painfully close to another orgasm and don’t want Dean to take it away from you. “Give her another orgasm. Don’t be cruel, Winchester.”

“Shut up, Ackles,” Dean slaps your cheeks roughly again. He smirks as you mumble praises into the cushions. “It’s okay, sweetheart. You took me so well, now cum.” The hunter grabs the back of your neck and holds you down as he starts to pump faster into you. “Right now, or never.”

“AH…oh…fuck,” you clamp down hard onto his thick length, dragging Dean with you over the edge. “So good…so fucking good. I’ll never let you leave my bedroom again.”

“I dare you to not let us go,” the hunter slaps your ass one last time. “Actor, your turn. After you are done, we will interrogate her.”

“Aw, look at you all fucked out and no rational thought left,” Jensen teases as he climbs onto the bed. “Now, how shall I fuck you? Bend over the bed, against the wall, on the floor like the whore you are…”

“Just get it done, actor,” Soldier Boy mimics Dean’s voice. “We are tired to watch you act like a man. You’re a pussy, too chicken to fuck her as a man should.”

“Shut up,” the actor growls. “I can fuck her better than any of you ever could. You’re only a tiny piece of the real me. An image, made up by some bad writers.”

You sneer at Jensen’s words. He can’t just ruin your favorite fictional characters for you. “I think little slut disagrees,” Dean says lowly. “Well, then, the stage is all yours. Show us how you can fuck her.”

“I bet he can’t even get his dick inside,” you giggle at Soldier Boy’s words. “Let me have her again. I don’t think Mr. Ackles can’t handle a girl like her.”

“Fuck off,” Ackles growls now. “Maybe I just force her on her knees and let her choke on my cock until I cum hot and heavy down her throat and she won’t get any.”

“That’s not how a man fucks,” Dean sneers. “You fuck her hard, spank her ass if she needs it, or call her slut, but you always make your girl cum.”

“Only if she was a brat you don’t make her cum,” Soldier Boy agrees with the hunter. “Fucking her like a man means to make her beg for more and take everything you have to give. Not to leave her hanging.”

“No fucking for you until you learned how to satisfy her,” crossing his arms over his chest Dean nods at Soldier Boy. “You will sit over there and watch us have our way with our slut.”

“Oh, fuck me…yes,” you whimper, feeling the ache in your cunt return. “But can I suck him off a little? I always wondered if Ackles is packing.”

“A little,” it’s Soldier Boy who grabs the back of your neck to bring you to your knees. He smirks darkly down at you, loving you are a helpless little lamb in front of the big bad wolf he is. “How about he fucks your cunt in this position. You will look at me the whole time he tries to get you off, kitten.”

“O-kay,” you feel Jensen’s cock slide through your folds the moment you agree. “Can you call me slut again?”

“Aw, she’s such a good little slut for us, isn’t she?” Dean muses as you stick your ass out to help Jensen lines his cock up with your slit. “Fuck her deep and hard, Ackles. Show us what’ve you got.”

“Hurry up, I’m rock-hard again,” you grasp for Soldier Boy’s cock, gasping as he tightens the hold on your neck. “Did I allow you to touch me?”

“N-no.”

“Don’t touch me before I tell you so, whore,” Jensen finally slides into you, hands pawing at your waistline to drag you onto his length. 

“Fuck.”

“That’s it. Take my cock so deep it hurts, slut,” he starts to move his hips, easily sliding in and out of your ruined cunt. “She’s dripping onto my balls.”

“That’s my cum,” the hunter smirks darkly as he watches your lips part. You hold Soldier Boy's gaze all the while moaning for the man behind you. “Maybe a bit of Mr. Fantastic’s cum too.”

“I don’t fucking care. I will fill this cunt up and breed her. She’s going to be my whore from now on. Everyone watching her walk around town will know Jensen Ackles put a baby in her womb,” you shudder at his words. “You like this, don’t you? Answer me!” He spanks your thigh, making you clench tightly around. “Slut.”

“YES,” Dean chuckles as you longingly look up at Soldier Boy. “Will you fuck me again, Sir?”

“I’m going to fucking ruin this pussy. No man will ever want to go for a ride as I destroyed your hole.”

“Man, I gotta say,” Jensen lazily thrusts into you, “she’s a damn good lay. I can feel her sweet cunt squeeze me tightly. Fuck. I’m gonna cum inside.” You are about to cum again when Jensen speeds up. He can’t hold it any longer and snakes one hand between your legs to furiously rub your clit. “You better cum, now.”

“Cum for me,” Soldier Boy smirks when you make an odd noise. “Now, whore.”

“YES!” the dam breaks once again, drowning you in pleasure as Jensen’s warmth fills your abused cunt. “Fuck, he wasn’t that bad.”

“Not that bad?” Ackles complains loudly. “That was a grand prime fuck.”

“Sweet little kitten,” you moan as Soldier Boy dips his head to greedily shove his tongue down your throat, “I’m sorry you had to endure his sloppy thrusts. I will fuck you again right now and you’ll cum over and over again…”

“Hmph,” you slowly blink your eyes open. “What an intense dream. Shit, even the room smells like sex and cum. That’s what I call a wet dream. It feels as if their cum is still running out of me.”

“Oh, it is, sweetheart,” Dean strolls back into your bedroom, grinning as you are still spread out on your ruined sheets. “Seems like with every orgasm we gave you, we were able to explore another room of your apartment.”

“What?”

“It’s like we reached a new level every time we fucked you,” Soldier Boy stuffs a sandwich into his mouth. A towel hangs loosely around the men’s hips and their hair is still damp from the shower. 

“We should get you clean now,” Dean carefully picks you up in bridal style. “I guess you’re not a witch.”

“No, only horny,” you hide your face in his neck, giggling. “I just don’t get how you ended up here.”

“Voodoo?” Jensen joins the party. “I made breakfast and checked on the internet. It seems like everyone knows I disappeared.”

“Same goes for me. Sam won’t stop calling, but I can’t take the call,” Dean grumbles. “I sent him a message.”

“I didn’t check on the news,” Soldier Boy shrugs. “I owe no one shit. If I can stay here and fuck our girl, I’ll adapt.”

“Did you try to leave my apartment?” you carefully try, glancing at the men in your bedroom. “Dean?” You look up at the hunter, searching his face. “Did you try?”

“Well, yeah,” he huffs. “I got out, sent Sammy a message, and got back in. You know, maybe I can stay here for a while.”

“You don’t even know where ‘here’ is, Dean,” you argue but the hunter won’t give in. “Guys, we should find a way to send you back to your universe.”

“I live in your universe,” Jensen clears his throat. “I checked and I am the Jensen Ackles from this world. Can’t say anything about the others, though. I’m not against staying here for a little while. We could try to send the others back while I try to get you full of my babies.”

“God, that wasn’t a dream?” rolling your eyes you groan. “Can we decide on taking a week off to have fun and after, we will try to get Dean and Soldier Boy back home.”

“No,” Dean mutters under his breath. “I’ll stay here. Maybe we can get Sammy here too.”

“I don’t want to leave this place. I like it here,” it seems like none of them wants to leave your apartment for the time being.

“Fine, let’s decide who can fuck me again the easy way,” you look up at Dean. “Don’t go for scissors again, Winchester…”

>> Part 2

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[glitxhwayventeen]

Main Character

Genre/Warnings: multi-member au (different scenarios), werewolf au, fantasy, smut, angst, fluff, potential blood mentions, violence, death mentions, made up universe, mentions of self-harm/suicide attempts, genocide, Any others will be put as warnings when future chapters are thought up/written.

Note: This is just how I picture the main character in my head. You can imagine them however you want. I do however use she/her pronouns so I also use them for the character. I also use Pink to distinguish this character from the other because Pink is my Favorite Color. It does make more sense to the story to picture them this way but again, it’s really up to you. And if it’s requested enough, I could always make alternative chapters with different pronouns :) Just let me know! This is all a work of fiction and what was thought up in my crazy head. I tried to research and make sure nothing was used in a wrong manner but so far I haven’t found anything bad about any of it. Please let me know if I’m wrong!!!

Past Life

Author’s Note: Before I continue further, I’d like you all to know that this store differs a bit based on which members story you read. In some, she lost her whole family, she has a mate currently alive, her personality changes, etc… I made her after my own personalities, and depending where I am on my emotional roller coaster, will depend on what her story is. It’s all for the cool ass stories I have in my head. So I’ve decided anything written in Green is mailable or able to be changed out. Bare with me y’all it will all make sense sort of maybe in the end!!!

Growing up:

Her father was the Chief of her people’s tribe. He was the head Alpha. Her Mom was the High Priestess (Shamaness) for their people. She grew up love and doted upon by her parents, brothers, and other tribe members. She grew up close with her big brothers. They taught her to fish, hunt, scout, track, and survive. They played in the glistening water of the riverbank when they wanted to cheer her up. They gave her their pelts when they thought she was getting too cold for the Arctic weather.

As the only ever known female Icyan Werewolf, her family and people were extremely proud of her. Her father would tell neighboring tribal chiefs “you may have daughter’s who can weave baskets, but I have a daughter that can Shift” with a huge smile on his tired face. Her dad imprinted on her mom when they were young. They used to say that they loved each other more than the tide loves the moon. It seemed it was that way again when Cyrus had imprinted on her the day she was born. He was five years old. He always protected her. One day her happy childhood of playing with her brothers and laughing with her neighbors turned into a blood bath. A few days after she turned 4, her village was raided by the Russians. All her brothers were at the river bathing. They didn’t stand a chance against the Russian guns pointed at them. One by one she saw her fellow tribe members slaughtered by the Russian invaders. Her father and the other Icyan Wolves tried to hold them off, but at this point, the Russians figured out that Silver was Lethal to them. Her father managed to get back to their hut just as they threw a Molotov cocktail to the exterior side of the sleeping area. Flames engulfed everything in their path. Her father refused to leave his tribe, he saw it as his duty to “go down with the ship.” Her mother refused to leave her father. She insisted a life without him wasn’t a life worth living. As her mother started using her magic to hold the invaders from entering their home, Cyrus came through the back opening of the hut wanting to save her family. Her father begged him to save her. She was frightened and was trying to hide wherever she could. Cyrus had no extraordinary power like many wolves. He was just a protector. But her father ordered them to run as fast as they could for as long as they could to get away. And that’s exactly what they did

They stopped trying to chase them after passing another five villages. By that point, Cyrus’s feet were bleeding and his breathing was hard. Yet he refused to stop. He refused to have any potential hard come her way again. So he ran through two other countries before he deemed it safe to rest in what was now the United Kingdom of China. By the time the Russians were done with their village, they had left nothing behind and no one alive.

Growing Older:

As she grew older, Ona stayed with Cyrus, her protector, her future mate, her best friend. He kept her alive for years. He taught her how to survive completely alone in case anything were to ever happen to him.

Little did they know their short time together would soon come to an end when Ona turned 16 years old. She was just old enough for the imprinting bond to take its hold on her too. When out hunting one day, they were spotted by a hunter who could tell from experience that they weren’t just regular wolves. When Cyrus went to town to get some supplies, he was attacked. They cuffed him in a prison cell for days. They tortured him to try and get him to tell them where the other wolf was. But he never said a word. Even when they started his final punishment, death by a thousand cuts, he never said a word to them about her. She promised him that she’d keep going. She promised that she would try to survive and be happy without him. But it felt like her heart had been ripped out of her chest and stomped on. She felt everything he felt. Every stroke of the knife, every punch in the gut. Her powers of empathy and her supernatural abilities amplified everything. She had lost her mate just when she started to develop romantic feelings for him. She felt him die. And She was absolutely devastated that she had just lost the only family member she had left.

Alone:

But she was true to her promise. She kept trying to live. No matter how hard she tried to die, or just stopped fighting to survive, she stayed alive. She decided to stay out in the wilderness by herself so she’d never have to go through the heartbreak of losing a loved one again. Next thing she knew, Centuries came and went in China as quick as lightening during a rainstorm.

She eventually found a boy. He saved her from herself. Or so she thought. He was a Teddy Bear some days and a Deadly Bear the next. But his pack kept her safe, she was “loved” in a way. The pull to him was strong, but honestly, her love for the other boys, who she thought of as her own children in a way, was what really kept her there. But this doesn’t mean she was weak. She still always tried her very best to maintain her strength. She always did what she could to defy him and fight back.

One day, when she had ran away again, she wasn’t feeling well enough to go hunting for something to eat. So instead she went to the market in a little town hoping she could swipe something to eat without anyone noticing. Of course in her state of hunger and delirium, she couldn’t control herself as well as she had in the past and had gotten caught. Luckily for her, there just happened to be a pack that was willing to help her nearby.

Author’s Note: If you want to know more about how mates work or how her tribe was ran, I’ll write another information piece about it. But as of right now it’s nearly 3am where I’m at and i need to sleep. How you guys are enjoying the series so far!

(Updated 8/15)

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just know that i’m already home

Amy and Jake bring their son home for the first time.

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It doesn't feel real to Amy until they're home.

   At that point, she’s nearing forty-eight hours of having a baby. Nearly two days now, she’s been a mom to someone who now exists outside of her body, but it still doesn't feel real until she walks over the doorstep of their apartment.

    The days at the hospital were a beautiful, exhausted blur, made up of trying to recover from an intense and painful event and learn her son’s signals while also seeing visitors and remembering to do other, suddenly deprioritized, things like eating and showering. Amy's certain she’ll never forget the nervosity and magic of those hours and hours spent curled up in her hospital bed just staring at their son, but at the same time, they seemed like something happening inside of a dream. Although she knows for a fact that Mac is very much theirs, that he lived inside and came out of her - she's reminded of that every time she stands up - she can’t shake the feeling that they're just borrowing him, and the hospital will make them give him back any second. When the doctor confirms that yes, everything looks perfectly on track for them to go home with their son today, Amy doesn't understand how they can just let them walk out of there.

  Still, they do. No one even stops them on the way to their car to say they don't know what they're doing, and together, Jake and Amy make it through the most nerve-wracking car ride of their lives. Not that it’s especially dramatic, or because traffic is any crazier than usual, but because in the backseat next to Amy, sleeping in the safest baby car seat all of New York had to offer, is their son. He's dressed in his fuzzy white jumpsuit with ears and he keeps pulling up his fists to cover his face even as Amy tries to adjust them, and he’s the most precious cargo either of them has ever been in charge of transporting.

They're silent for most of the car ride, stunned with shock and disbelief that this is at all happening, but at every red light, Jake glances back to exchange a smile with her, and each time, it brings the happy tears a little closer.

  They take the car seat first, anxious to get their baby home and not force him to be stuck in there any longer than he has to. Mac starts squirming in discomfort the second the vehicle stops moving, and by the time they've reached their door, he's close to crying. It physically pains Amy to hear - she gets that it’s related to the overflowing hormones, but she still wonders how the tiniest of cries can feel like a knife being twisted in her heart - and it's with some sort of supernatural speed that she kneels down the moment they're inside, unbuckling her baby from the seat and holding him close, close.

“It’s okay,” she tells him, rocking slowly back and forth when the whimpers don't immediately cease. “You’re home, baby. We’re home.”

   That's when it finally, truly, hits her.

   They are home. The three of them, a family, and from this day on, they are going to live here together. They will sleep in the same room tonight, Mac hopefully in his crib at arm’s length away from her, and tomorrow, they will wake up together. They will have breakfast, probably take-away from the nearest bakery to celebrate, and maybe eat it in bed if they're tired. Jake will go buy it while Amy feeds their son, maybe listening to NPR in the background like she loves to do on lazy mornings. They will spend their day together, packing up their things and eating ready meals from the freezer, forgetting every priority except sitting on the couch and being mesmerised by their son’s every move. Maybe Jake will put on Die Hard and insist his son needs to get familiar with his namesake from a young age, maybe they won't be able to fend off another visit from Charles and they’ll spend an hour listening to more arguments for why his nickname should be Uncle Chi-Chi, and maybe they'll fall asleep on the couch all together in the afternoon when Mac naps. In the evening, they're going to go to sleep in their bedroom all together, and the day after that, they'll get to do it all over again.

   This is their home. This is where they will start their life together.

They’re a family, and now they’re home.

   Mac still doesn't seem too happy, though. Amy unzips her jacket, trying to hold him as close to her skin as she can and rock him to calm him down, but it's clear from the flailing fists and repeated cries that something is still bothering him.

“Do you think maybe he just wants to eat?” Jake asks her, and when she looks at him a little surprised, he shrugs and says, “All the books I read said to try that first when they’re upset.”

“He fed for forever before we left, though,” Amy mumbles, feeling the tears burn behind her eyelids just from listening to Mac’s clear unhappiness. “It just seems too soon. But I guess we could try.”

   She makes herself comfortable in the living room armchair, and Jake gets her the nursing pillow from the bedroom as she tries to manoeuvre the situation, still not totally used to the motions of handling a crying baby and unclasping the hook of her nursing bra at the same time. She's still skeptical, thinking that it feels way too short from when he last ate, but it only takes a minute of slight confusion for Mac before he latches on decisively and the fussy crying is replaced by the sweet sound of a slow, content, suckling.

   “You were right,” Amy whispers to Jake as he hands her a glass of water. “He was just hungry.”

“Of course I was,” he blushes. “Or, I mean. I took a chance. I guess it was mostly a lucky guess. But, I was right, so, y’know - bragging rights.”

“You don’t know what you’re saying, do you?”

“Nope, I don’t remember what sleep feels like. How are you still sitting up?”

“Hormones,” she mumbles. “God, I’m so tired. I must look like a mess.”

“You look badass,” Jake insists so quickly Amy wonders if it’s instinctive. She’s currently wearing maternity sweatpants and a stolen hoodie from her husband, she has one boob out trying to feed a baby and she knows from looking into the mirror this morning at the hospital that her nights of minimal sleep are showing. She’s certainly felt less badass, and yet Jake is looking at her with the same amount of love in his eyes as he had the night she agreed to name their son McClane. “You are badass.”

“I am?”

“I don’t know anyone else in this room who could give birth to a baby, without any drugs or medication, in a police precinct during a city-wide blackout. So, yeah. But it didn’t surprise me,” he grins. “You’re just that awesome.”

“The craziest birth story.” Amy smiles, putting down the glass of water so she can use her free hand to stroke the back of Mac’s head. “I guess it makes sense. I mean, if you think about our history as a couple. We had our first kiss undercover, we broke all the rules and slept together on our first date, and we gave a man a fatal heart attack from making out at work only in our first day as a couple. You proposed to me during a Halloween Heist. There was a bomb threat at our wedding and we ended up getting married outside the precinct. Mac just wanted to catch up.”

“For sure.” Jake laughs, reaching over to wiggle his son’s feet the way he’s done about a hundred times in the last few days. “I get it, buddy. You wanted to have a crazy-ass story, too. You know, we would still have taken you in even if you were born at a hospital under normal circumstances, but I get it.”

Amy giggles. “He just wanted to start in time. It’s okay. It makes for a fun story,” she yawns. “But the next time better be a hospital birth.”

She doesn’t realize what she’s said until she notices Jake freezing, staring at her in disbelief. “You’re thinking about the next one?”

“No! Maybe?” She grimaces. “Yes? A little. I’m just saying - some time in the future -”

“You’re insane, you know that?”

“I’m too tired to know what I’m saying!”

“We’ll see how we do with the first one,” Jake says, shaking his head. “And then we’ll decide. Either way, we are not talking about it tonight, that's for sure.”

“That’s fair,” Amy says, booping Mac’s nose. “Let’s start with focusing on our first perfect baby.”

“That I could do forever. Have you noticed how cute his cheeks are?”

“Every time I’ve looked at him in the past two days, and then again every time you or someone else have mentioned them, and then again every time I’ve taken a picture of him, and another time when I’ve looked at the picture.”

“They’re so good. I keep thinking I’ve settled on the cutest thing about him, but I keep changing my mind, because every single thing about him is just so perfect.”

“Yeah.” Amy strokes her index finger over Mac’s soft cheeks as he starts to pull away from her breast, stretching his hands out the way she’s noticed he will do whenever he’s full. “I think he’s done. How do you feel about being burped in the face by a two-day-old human?”

“Oh, it would be the greatest honor of my life, thank you.”

  Amy passes their son over to Jake, clasping the hooks of her bra back together and folding down her shirt while Jake holds their son in an already well-practiced grip, patting his back to help him get rid of the air he’s swallowed. She finishes the last sips of her water as she watches Jake snuggle his nose into Mac’s neck, breathing in the oh-so-addictive baby scent. Then it seems like he can't get enough, because he holds Mac so they're face-to-face while he presses kisses all over his son's face. Mac opens his mouth in what looks to be a yawn, and then, true to the words that were intended to be just a joke, he burps his dad in the face.

“Charming,” Jake mutters while Amy keeps laughing at his shocked expression.

“Well, I did warn you, babe.”

   Mac still doesn't seem content afterwards, though. He’s fussy, cranky, and not even being bounced in his father's arms seems to relax him as he makes tiny, jerking moments before letting out yet another upset cry. They try to see if he's still hungry, if he didn't actually eat until fullness, but that just makes him pull away his head and get even angrier. His little mouth twists in discontentment, making the saddest little upside-down U, and he manages to shatter Amy's heart with just one devastated look.

   Then she gets an idea, or maybe it’s instinct, but it feels more like a lucky guess. She adjusts Mac so that he’s laying upright on her chest, his nose against her neck and his heart beating against hers, and after one final shaking cry, it looks like Mac draws a breath of relief. Amy's hand strokes gently over his back, unbuttoning the top buttons of his little jumpsuit with green dots to maximize the skin-to-skin contact, and feels her son relax against her. The tension in their seems to melt away at the same time, and Amy feels like she could cry again from how natural, how fragile yet unbreakable, and how special it feels.

   Her son just wants to be close to her. Her heartbeat, her simple presence, is calming to him. This child knows he is safe with her, and his sudden calm in contrast to the earlier panic is the most beautiful love-letter Amy has ever received. She feels his exhales against the skin of her neck, warm and smelling like sweet milk, and for the one-thousandth time in the last two days, she falls in love.

She is Mac’s safe place, and when he lays on her chest, he is home.

“Is it nice to be home?” Jake asks her as she carefully moves to the couch with Mac, letting her husband throw her favorite soft blanket over the three of them before he rests his head on her free shoulder.

“Are you asking me or Mac?”

“Can it be both of you?”

“Yeah,” she smiles. “I think we're both enjoying it.”

Mac grunts like he’s trying to get involved in the conversation, and they both laugh.

“He definitely is,” says Jake, kissing the top of Mac’s head. “Welcome home, Mac. And you too, Ames.”

“Welcome home, Jake,” she whispers, watching him light up in an exhausted, but nevertheless incomparably bright, smile. “It's really, really good to be home.”

   Five minutes later, Jake falls asleep on her shoulder, holding his son's fist in one of his hands and drooling slightly with his mouth open. Amy sighs to herself, instantly realizing that she’ll have to wake him soon unless she wants to be stuck in this impractical position forever, but then she looks at the sight of her husband and son and feels her annoyance melt away.

   Her two favorite people in the world, sleeping on her because she's their ultimate safe place and home, and they're hers. She's home with them, and they're home with her, and they're all home in the apartment where they will begin their life together. Tomorrow, and the day after that, and then for many more days to come.

   Together, they're finally home.

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Nothing Like Family to Always Be There For You

Characters: Misha Collins x Niece!Reader, Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki

Word Count: 1,875

Warnings: mentions of false pregnancy, food posioning, mainly fluff

request by @whizzer1320​: Hey could I request a one shot if possible? Where your a Misha Collins niece and you visit him while he is at convention. Meet some of the cast, but while you are there you he thinks you are pregnant because he or some other cast member finds you throwing up, plus you are slightly bloated etc etc. Starts to act differently around reader, reader notices and asks Misha, he says he knows reader got a bun in the oven, reader laughs and says got mild case of food poisoning. Fluffly ending tar love.

Summary: You visit your uncle Misha on set as a surprise, but it’s not the only surprise he thinks he’s gonna get.

Beta: she wants to remain anonymous

Squares Filled: autumn for @spngenrebingo​ // pregnancy for @spnfluffbingo​

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Ever since you were little, your dad told you stories of his strange and unique brother who just loved to act. He landed the role of a lifetime when he got cast as Castiel in Supernatural. They both hold very high standards of each other, so when Uncle Misha called his brother screaming that he got the part, everyone celebrated. You never got the pleasure of meeting the cast members of the show, but you vowed that when you got old enough, you’d go visit him.

Luckily for you, when you turned eighteen, your uncle’s show was still going on. It took a lot of convincing on your mom’s part to let you go by yourself as your dad was already on board. You lived halfway across the country from Vancouver, but you had no trouble getting on a plane and flying there. No, the hard part was finding a ride to the set. Your visit is supposed to be a surprise for everyone, but you knew you’d never make it on your own.

Much to your displeasure, you had to call Jensen to come and help you. He promised to keep it a secret, but he wouldn’t be able to come until the following morning. So, he hooked you up with a hotel room and told you to “go crazy”. Your mother always told you not to take things for granted, so as much as you wanted the delicious room service, you took your own money and went out like every other person.

That was the worst mistake of your entire life.

The place you got food was a sushi food truck on the street. If the look of it didn’t set off alarm bells, then the presentation of the food should have. However, you didn’t have a lot of money and hoped and prayed that this was safe to eat.

It. Was. Not.

Despite the churning in your stomach, you still wanted to make your uncle’s surprise something he’d never forget. You didn’t want to spend it with your head in the toilet. Your only other option is to push down the sickening feeling and move on with your life. Jensen made it easier by distracting you with questions of your home and school life, what you’re going to do for college or where you’re going to work if you’re not into college, and everything else in between. You answered honestly and hoped he didn’t detect that anything is wrong.

When you get to the set, you’re distracted at how amazing everything looks. You’ve never been on a TV set before, so this is uncharted territory. Jensen took you to the main building where your uncle and Jared are filming right now. The director knows Jensen is out to get you, which is why he opted to film for the other two big actors. As soon as you enter the building, you can hear your uncle yell out, followed by a crash. Your amazing uncle is kicking some guy’s ass with a mixture of stage fighting.

As soon as the director calls “cut” you clap loudly for his performance.

“Y/N! What are you doing here? Your parents know you’re here, right?” Misha says and hurries over to you while the crew gets ready for the next set.

“No, I ran away in hopes you’d take me in,” you say with a deadpan voice.

“I tell you, you did not learn that sarcasm from me or your dad. Come here,” he grins and brings you into a tight hug.

Your stomach does not agree with his actions, and you pull away before you have the urge to throw up.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Your hugs are like death grips,” you chuckle.

“I’m just so excited to see my favorite niece!”

“I’m your only niece,” you say.

“Misha! We’re ready for you!” the director calls out.

“I want you to watch this. I want you to know what you think,” he says and leaves back to the new set.

It’s time for Jensen to star in this scene, so he left way before your uncle got to you. All three men are standing on their markers, getting ready for the big scene. You’re standing next to the snack counter, and you don’t register that fact until you smell beef. You look over to the table just as someone put down fresh pigs in blankets. Your face goes green, and you haul ass to the nearest trash can before you make a mess all over the floor.

Misha is doing his scene without any distractions until he hears you throw up. He pauses mid-sentence just as you come up for air. If you’re sick, then why did you come all this way just to see him? He doesn’t know when you got in, but he knew his brother wouldn’t allow you to leave if you are throwing up.

“Sorry! Let’s go again!” he apologizes and gets back into character.

He’ll have to ask you about this when he’s done.

When Misha got done with his scenes for the day, he makes finding you his first priority. Jensen gets out of the Impala before jogging over to Misha.

“Hey, I was thinking that we can go over our lines for tomorrow. I figured we get a head start so we can wrap up early.”

“I’m sorry, I have to find my niece. I saw her throwing up earlier. She might be in my trailer. If she’s sick, then why did she come here in the first place? Sasha wouldn’t have let her leave if she was throwing up.”

“Maybe it’s a stomach bug,” Jensen shrugs.

“Yeah, maybe. I’ll catch you later.”

Misha exits the set building and heads straight for his trailer. He didn’t know if you’re sleeping or studying, so he makes sure to be quiet when he enters. The trailer is quiet—too quiet for his liking. He slides back the door to see an empty bed. The sheets are tangled as if you were laying in it, but he can’t seem to find you anywhere. He’s about to call out your name when he hears someone coughing, then vomiting. He rushes over to the bathroom and swings the door open. You’re sitting on the floor with your head in the toilet. You really shouldn’t have eaten sushi from a sketchy food truck.

“Shit, Y/N, are you okay?” he asks.

He bends down to gather your hair in a makeshift ponytail to keep it out of your way.

“I’m okay. Really,” you nod and groan.

You look bloated, you’re throwing up, and it seems like you can’t hold down anything you eat. Either you’re sick, or you’re pregnant. Is that why you wanted to visit your uncle? It might be easier to tell him you’re pregnant instead of your dad? Are you running away? A load of thoughts rushes through Misha’s head, but he keeps his concerns to himself. He doesn’t want to rush you into anything, so he’s going to make sure you’re comfortable enough to tell him what’s been going on.

He hopes you’re not pregnant because you’re barely 18. You still have the world to see and things to do. If you absolutely want a child at this age, then he’s not going to stop you, but he hopes it’s all a misunderstanding.

The more the days pass, the more Misha is convinced that you’re pregnant. You only throw up in the morning, your appetite has changed, you’re tired all the time, and there are very monitor things that have Misha convinced you are with child. He wants to bring it up to you, but there is a reason you haven’t told him yet. Are you scared? Nervous? Ashamed? He won’t ever judge you, which is why he’s giving you all the time and space he needs. He hasn’t talked to his brother about this yet because he knows Sasha would have said something if you were.

You’re feeling a little better, but your stomach is still in knots. Sleep did help, but now that you’re up and about, it’s starting to hurt again. Your uncle has a lot of scenes to do today, so you’re going to watch and help out when needed. He has a break this weekend, and you want to spend as much time as possible with him before going back home. It’s amazing how the set can create something you’ve only seen on TV. The magic they put into this show just dazzles you. Seeing your uncle dressed up as Castiel makes you so proud.

As him, Alex, and Jared are acting, they realize they forgot a certain prop. The director called cuts and asked for the prop, only for you to realize it was right next to you. It’s a little bit on the heavier side, but you can manage to bring it to them. However, as soon as Misha saw this, he rushed over to take it from your hands.

“I got it,” he smiles.

“Oh, okay,” you frown and let him take it back to set.

Ever since you woke up this morning, your uncle has been treating you with extra care. Whenever you were carrying something heavy, he’d offer to carry it for you. When you needed water or something light to eat, he’d get up and get it even if he was busy. It’s like he didn’t want you to do anything. It’s as if he thought you’d break at the slightest pressure. You’re very suspicious, and if this keeps going on, you’re going to have to talk to him about it.

After the scene is done, you offer to help bring the prop away from set, but your uncle declines.

“No, you rest. I can do this,” he suggests.

“What are you doing? Why are you treating me like I’ll break?” you ask. He exchanges a glance with Jensen and Jared, who knew what Misha thought. They both knew Misha thought you were pregnant, but they weren’t going to say anything until Misha does. “What is going on?”

“I know,” your uncle finally says.

“Know what?”

“About you.”

“What about me?”

“Look, you don’t have to hide anymore. I understand you’re scared, and if you’re not ready to tell your parents, then I understand. Just know I’ll always be here for you.”

“Yeah, us too,” Jared chimes in as Jensen gives you a sweet smile.

“Uncle Misha, what are you talking about?”

“You’re pregnant, right?”

“What the hell? Where did you hear that?!” you exclaim in shock.

“Wait, you’re… not pregnant…?” he asks slowly.

“No! Where did you get that idea?”

“You’re throwing up every morning, you look bloated, and you’re visibly tired.”

“I had sushi from a food truck the night before I got here. I have food poisoning, that’s it,” you start to laugh.

“Now I feel like an idiot,” Misha chuckles, hiding away in embarrassment.

“No, don’t say that. Look, I’m not pregnant, and nowhere near the thought of it. But I know that I can always come to you. You’re my favorite uncle,” you grin and give him a loving hug.

“I’m your only uncle.”

“But you’re the best one a girl could have.”

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[gray-is-neutral]

Supernatural

a fan fiction pt. 5

Dean’s POV.

Jordan and I are secretly drinking buddies. Before Cas came home, I just wanted to escape. I went to a bar to find her at the counter, getting a drink. It wasn’t very strong, but still it was a surprise to see her there.

Turns out she had her own sorrows to drown. She didn’t go into detail, but she didn’t mind getting me drunk for me to talk to her. I had ended up passing out drunk and waking up in her living room. I remembered spilling my guts to almost a complete stranger. It was such an embarrassing and weird experience that I didn’t think to ask why she was here at all. She worked in a different state a week before.

“Look, I know this looks bad,” said Jordan. “But I promise, I never mentioned it because I don’t really hunt anymore,” she said. “Why did you stop?” Sam asked. “I was never all that into it to begin with. That was more of my sisters’ thing,” she said. “Sisters?” I asked.

She glared at me. “Yes, we were the Charlie’s Angels of monster hunting,” she said. “What about angels?” Cas said. “My sisters think a- friend for mine is possessed by an angel,” she said. “I low key thought that they were fucking with me,” she said. “God, this is making my head hurt,” she said.

“Well Kelly Garrett,” I said. “How about I take you home?” I said. “You don’t have to-“ she said. “It’s no problem,” I said. “I’ll clear some more things up on the way,” I said. That was our code. It meant, I want to talk to you. She smiled. “Alright,” she said. She had this pleasantness about her. It was weird. Hell, she’s weird, but for some reason, I trust her.

“It sucks I had to meet you in such a fucked way,” she said to Cas. “Let’s hope we meet again under pleasant and not terrifying situations.” Cas looked confused at her. “See you later Sammy boy, C’mon Deany-baby, I’m tired and I need to talk to my sisters,” she said, walking towards the front door.

How did she know where it was? I pushed that thought from my mind as we went from ear shot and she said, “Clear things up for me.”

I explained to her that Cas was an angel. “Your dead crush was an angel?” she said. “He was dead, but we brought him back,” he said. “What in the actual hell?” “How we did that is too long and it isn’t important,” I said.

“Then what is?” Jordan asked. “First that you never lie to me again,” I said. “That seriously pissed me off,” he said. “Noted, continue,” she said. “And I think that there’s more to your story than you’re letting on,” I said.

Jordan is a weird person, but I’m still weirdly comfortable around her. I trust her. Maybe it’s because she’s kind of like me? “Misery loves company,” she had said one time. I don’t think I’ve ever heard anything truer.

“So your sisters, are they-?” “One is a lesbian the other one is off limits. Quit trying to cover your homosexual love by hitting on my sisters. You’ve never even seen them before,” she said looking at me annoyed.

“Are you free tomorrow night?” I asked her. “I’m free now,” she said, thinking what I was thinking as we passed a liquor store.

The next thing I knew, I was drinking on her couch as she played a Bon Jovi song over the radio. “I love this song!” I said. “Hell yeah!” she yelled, taking a swig from a bottle that I couldn’t recognize. She threw a bottle of water at me.

I laughed. “You-you’ve gotta stay hydrated,” she said, drinking some water herself. “Are you sure you wanna do this? I can drink and cry without peeps here. Shouldn’t you be with the guy you raised from the dead?” she said. She was drunk, and so was I. I doubted either of us would remember this in the morning.

“I can’t,” I said. “I can’t face the guilt,” I said as she plopped next to me. “You have to-deal with the guilt before healing can happen,” she said, taking another swig from the bottle. Yes, I get my advice from an alcoholic with a doctor’s degree. Where does she get her advice from? No idea. I think she uses me to ignore her own problems, but when your drunk as Hell and in a safe environment, you tend to not care.

She made shots and said, “Let’s play a game.” “This shit is toxic, but look, it’s all bottled up! No big deal, right?” she said. “Right!” I said. “Wrong!” “You gotta take your toxic shit head on! I want you to name a toxic feeling or traight that is causing you emotions, then put that on the shot. Thus symbolically dealing with it, understand?” she said. I nodded, but to be completely honest, I don’t remember what happened after that.

...

We woke up in my room in the bunker. Apparently I wasn’t as drunk as I had thought. I was in a cold sweat. My heart was pounding. “Dean,” Cas said from the chair in front of my bed. “Cas,” I said, not startled. It was comforting for him to be here.

“You were having a nightmare,” he said quietly. “What time is it?” I asked. “Four in the morning,” he said. He sounded sad, and tired. “Dean?” he said. “Yes?” “Why haven’t you told me to get out?” he asked. “Cas, why would I tell you to get out?” I asked.

“It’s four in the morning. You have been drinking,” he said. I chuckled. “Are you still drunk?” he asked. “No,” I said. He looked at me. “Maybe a little buzzed, but not drunk,” I said. “How did I get home?” I asked. “She brought you home,” he said. “She and Sam are talking in the library,” Cas said. “How she was drunker than I was,” I said. “She said this detox helps,” he said, pointing to the large cup of green stuff on the table.

“That was, nice, what you did for her,” Cas said. “What?” I said. “She told us that she was panicking so you took her to get a drink. That you stayed with her because she was drunk and worried about her friend,” he said, convinced. “That was kind of you,” he said.

She lied let me save face. That story made her sound like a damsel in distress. “But could you call next time?” he asked. He was mad at me. I left him because I was feeling bad. Now I feel worse.

“Drink your un-drunkening liquids and go back to sleep,” Cas said. “Will you be here when I wake up?” I asked. If asked about it later, I could chalk it up to being drunk. “If you want me to,” he said. My face was warm. “Remember Dean, emotions make us human and trying to control them does more bad than good,” I remembered Jordan saying.

“Yes,” I half said, half breathed. “Then I will,” he said. He sat in his chair, but I patted the bed. For a moment I thought he had left. But then I felt pressure at the end of the bed. “This isn’t your normal behavior Dean,” he said. I pretended to be a sleep.

I wanted him to lay with me. I wanted to whisper that I loved him in his ear as he snuggled closer, but this was good for now. Maybe forever. I closed my eyes and slept until about 8:46am.

Cas was gone, but he wasn’t gone for long because the bed was warm where he had been. I got up and read a text from Jordan. “If they ask I was a crybaby last night and hella drunk. You were the kind soul who helped me. K?” I smiled. She was crazy. Stupid, but probably one of my best friends.

I walked out of my room into the kitchen. Sam quickly took out his phone and took a quick picture. “What the hell Sam?” I said. “Dean I think your pants shrunk in the wash?” said Jack. I looked down and to my horror, I was wearing a pear of black leggings that were a few sizes too small.

“So did you two swap manly stories or braid each other’s hair?” Sam asked, having a hell of a kick out of this. “I never thought my brother would be on the walk of shame,” Sam continued. “Any news on the angels that escaped the Empty?” I asked. “Jack said the ones that are a threat are handled. Those who aren’t are having a happy reunion,” said Cas.

He looked me up and down. He actually laughed. “Dean please put on your own clothes,” said Sam. “Those leggings are only so strong,” he said. “Shut up,” I said. This is embarrassing. I don’t even know how I ended up in her leggings. What happened to my clothes?

“Do you think she’ll want them back?” Sam asked. “I don’t know, they might be a little stretched out,” said Cas. They were just messing around, but this was not the best place to be in. “Back to the things that escaped the Empty,” I said. “No big bad escaped?” I asked. “Nothing we can’t or haven’t handled before,” said Sam.

I nodded, and I bent over to pick up one of my shirts when the leggings ripped. Sam started laughing his ass off, and soon, so was Cas. I didn’t find it very funny, so I left the room with my dignity in shambles in search of pants. “You might want to tell her she won’t be getting her clothes back!” called Sam. “Fuck off!” I yelled at him.

It was bad enough that Cas came to my room last night and I had asked him to stay. Now I’m in ripped leggings and I’m too embarrassed to come up with a joke or come back. Dad would roll in his grave if he knew I ended up like this. What would he do if he knew I was in love with another man?

I tried not to think about it. I try not think about Dad when I thought of the impala. I try not to think about him when I thought about Mom, or Bobby, or Sam. I don’t like to think about him. I don’t have to think about him either. I don’t have to think about the first and last time I kissed a boy. I don’t have to think about the conversation, the trouble I was in. I’m a grown man now, and Dad is dead. I don’t have to worry about that anymore. I know this is true, so why do I always feel this constant dread?

I got some real clothes on, and I walked into the kitchen. “Hey do you want to go on a hunt?” Sam asked. “A hunt? Like now?” I said. “I thought it might be good,” said Cas. “Just a small, easy hunt,” said Sam. I thought about it and said, “Where?” I asked. “Ohio,” said Sam. “People are dying from suffocation,” he said. “What makes that us?” I asked. “They’re suffocating from flowers in their lungs,” Sam said.

“We think that it’s a curse,” said Cas. “Seems worth checking out,” I said. “To Ohio boys!” I said. “Don’t forget to pack your tights!” Sam said running off to get his stuff together. I hoped I wasn’t as red as I felt and went to get my things.

[missbellaswan]

Twice Bitten Half Turned - Chapter 3

Full Fic on AO3

When I woke up, Edward was gone. I found a note on my desk in his delicate cursive. I’ve gone to help Carlisle with the research, see you soon. I love you.

I didn’t mind that he was gone, I knew that he and Carlisle were doing their best to help me, but now I was unsure of what I was going to do with myself for the day. I didn’t want to get in their way or be a distraction, and I definitely didn’t want to sit around and listen to them talk about all their theories for what could possibly be happening to me.

Charlie had already left for work by the time I made my way downstairs for breakfast. I made myself a cup of tea and pushed my cereal around in the bowl until it was soggy. I got ready slowly, opting to wear a long sleeve shirt, even though judging by the sun streaming through my window it was going to be warm again today. I sighed as I eyed my small, and now almost entirely obsolete, wardrobe I had brought from Arizona.

Since it was summer and there was no school for me to distract myself with, I ran out of things to do sooner than I had hoped. I didn’t want to stay home and mope all day, so I grabbed my keys and started the truck before deciding where I was going.

Once I was on the road, I found myself heading out of town. I didn’t really want to wander around in the gloomy woods by myself today, so I turned off the main highway and headed toward the coast. A few miles later I hit the reservation and headed towards the Black’s house.

I wasn’t sure how welcome I would be there. Jacob and I hadn’t spoken much since his dad forced him to crash my prom. I wasn’t upset because I knew Billy was just trying to protect me. And I knew Jacob didn’t mean any harm, but my association with the vampires made our friendship a lot more complicated that I had anticipated. And now things were only going to become even more complicated than before.

I pulled up the dirt lane that lead to their small red house. I saw Jacob on the porch before I had even parked the truck. The engine of the truck must have given me away as soon as I hit the reservation.

“Bella!” Jake called as he jogged up the driveway to meet me.

“Hey Jake.” I said as I climbed out.

“What brings you to the res?”

Oh, nothing. I’m just avoiding the fact that I’m turning into some weird half vampire hybrid. “Just wanted to see you. Thought maybe we could do something now that I’m out of the boot.” I lifted my foot up to show off my newly freed lower leg. I wobbled a little as I tried to balance on one leg.

Jake laughed and tried to grab my arm to steady me. I pulled away instinctively, trying to keep my newly vampire-like appendage away from anyone it might hurt, but the movement caused me to tip backwards. I landed firmly on my ass and Jake busted up laughing again as he leaned down and pulled me back to my feet. I dusted myself off and frowned at him.

“Oh yeah, back at the top of your game I see.” He joked.

“You know it,” I said. I felt dumb for recoiling from him, but he didn’t seem to notice. Or didn’t seem to mind. He led me over to the garage around the other side of the house.

“Did you have something in mind for today?” Jake asked.

“Well what were you going to do before I crashed in on your plans?” I asked. I hadn’t spent any time here since I was a kid, so I really had no idea what I was doing here.

“I’ve been spending most of my time this summer putting the finishing touches on the Rabbit, but I know you’re not big on cars, so we could do something else,” he said, “we could go to the beach—”

“No.” I interrupted. I didn’t want any more contact with the sun than necessary. “Don’t change your plans for me. Let’s get this car finished.” He pushed the doors of the garage open and led me inside. I picked up a wrench and started waving around, threatening to start fiddling with things.

“Okay, but only if you put down the tools until you know how to use them.” He laughed and held his hand out for the wrench. I handed it over and found myself smiling wildly. His laugh seemed to have that affect on me.

“I don’t know anything about cars.” I admitted as I sat down on one of the rickety stools in the shop. Jake was already grabbing the tools he needed and heading over to open the hood of the car.

“That’s okay, I know lots.” He winked at me and bent over the engine. We sat in comfortable silence for a few while, and I found myself more relaxed than I had felt since the revelation in the meadow yesterday. I felt human here. I sat and listened to Jake hum to himself and bang around under the car for a while.

“Bella?” Jake called.

“Yeah?” I wandered over and found a seat next to where his feet were sticking out from underneath the car.

“Can I ask you something?” He slid out from under the car and looked up at me with big brown eyes.

“Yeah, sure.” I wasn’t sure where this was going, but I had no reason to suspect Jake was going to start asking questions I couldn’t answer.

“What happened in Phoenix?”

“Oh.”

“It’s just that I’ve only really heard from what Charlie told Billy, and while they can gossip with the best of them, they’re not the most reliable of sources.”

“There’s just not much to tell.” I said. Jake seemed to sense that he should drop it, and I knew he would it I asked, but I found myself wanting to tell this very human lie. “I fell out a window. You know how clumsy I can be.”

“Yeah, I know that, but why did you go?” Jake paused. “Don’t you like it here?”

I wasn’t prepared for that question. “No, I do. I was just missing my mom, and the sun,” I winced, “and I think I just went a little crazy. But I do like it here.” I assured him.

“Good, I like that you’re here,” he said shyly.

“Thanks.”

He went back to inspecting the car. He seemed happy enough with that response, and I was glad that that was all he was looking for.

“I have all the parts I need now. I got the master cylinder, thanks to you, so I just have to put it all together and I should be able to get this thing driving again.”

“That’s awesome, Jake.” I said. I had gone back to sitting and he was about to roll himself back under the car, but he stopped and looked up at me.

“Thanks, again, by the way.” He said. “For letting me crash your prom. My dad means well, he just takes all those stories really seriously. About the Cullens and all that.”

“I know, it’s okay. He’s just trying to look out for me.” I said. I tried to sound casual so I wouldn’t give away how my new skin was crawling as we discussed Billy and his hatred of the Cullen’s particular brand of supernatural, which I may or may not be a part of now.

“Yeah.” Jake seemed to sense I was done talking about that too and slid back under the car.

He tinkered around for the rest of the morning. Occasionally he would ask me to hand him a tool or hold something while he worked on it. I spent most of the time sitting on a stool by the car fumbling through different static filled stations on an old radio I found on the work bench. Every once and a while I would get the signal of a song that Jake knew and he would make me turn it up loud so he could sing along.

The sun was high in the sky when Jake appeared from beneath the car and wiped his hands off on an old rag.

“I need to get some food, do you want to come inside and have lunch?” He asked.

“I think I should probably head back home actually,” I said. As much as I was enjoying my new safe haven away from vampire drama, I had a feeling eating lunch with Billy wouldn’t be the relaxing escape I was looking for. And I couldn’t avoid my new condition forever, as much as I wanted to.

The decision to return to reality and head home reminded me of my promise to Carlisle I had made the day before to meet with him today.

“Shit,” I said under my breath as we headed back towards my car.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah, I just remembered I was supposed to do something today.”

“Well I guess you really better get home then.”

“Yeah, I should,” I said, “thanks for hanging with me today.”

“You’re welcome here anytime Bella, so you should come back soon. Or when this is done, I can come to you.”

“Yeah, definitely. I want to see this thing run.” He opened my truck door for me and gave me one last bright smile. I hopped in my truck and waved as I pulled back down the drive.

He waved back and then I saw Billy appear in the doorway and call him inside. I waved at Billy, but he just turned and went back inside.

I drove a few miles over the speed limit on the way back. I decided to head straight to the Cullen’s house. I felt guilty for forgetting about my meeting with Carlisle that I agreed to yesterday, but I found myself enjoying the humanness of my forgetful brain. I hummed a song that Jacob had got stuck in my head and squinted down the dim highway trying to find the turn off to the Cullen’s drive.

Once I found the turn, the drive was easy. The dirt road was always damp enough that it stayed smoothly packed down, and with the partial reprieve from the rain that the summer granted us, it wasn’t muddy and my truck had no trouble.

Edward was standing on the porch when I pulled up to the house. Just like Jacob, he could hear me coming from miles away.  He opened the door of my truck and pulled me into his arms once I had parked and turned off the rumbling engine.

“Where have you been?” Edward asked as he pressed a kiss into my hair.

“I went to the reservation to see Jacob.” I said, looking up at him. His eyes were darkening slightly and he seemed tired, if that was a thing that a vampire could be.

“Oh, I went by the house and you weren’t there. I was worried.” He said.

“I just needed a break from everything.” He took my still human hand and led me inside. I looked around, but if anyone else was home they were giving us the appearance of privacy.

“I understand, but I wish you would have told me where you were going.” Edward said. I wanted to be annoyed by his demands, but with everything that had happened since yesterday I understood the anxiety he must be feeling.

“I’m sorry, but I needed some space to process all this.” I held my hands up, indicating to both my own arm and the vampiric nature of our surroundings. He just smiled and nodded.

“Did it help?” He asked. I could tell he was still bothered by my disappearance, but I appreciated that he was listening to me.

“Yeah, it did. Did you and Carlisle find anything that might help?” I asked.

“We’re not entirely sure yet. Carlisle is in his study waiting for us, why don’t we go discuss this with him.” He said.

We walked up the stairs hand in hand and made our way to the doorway of Carlisle’s study just like we had yesterday.

“Hello, Isabella.” Carlisle greeted me.

“Hi, I hope you weren’t expecting me earlier, I didn’t mean to keep you waiting.” I sat down in one of the high backed chairs and Edward stood beside me with a hand on my shoulder.

“No, of course not,” Carlisle said, “I lose track of time quite often myself.”

“Have you and Edward learned anything about my… condition?” I asked.

“Not as much as I had hoped. We have been unable to find any reliable accounts of anyone else attempted what Edward tried to do in Phoenix. Rosalie and Emmett are leaving in a few days to spend the year travelling, and I have asked them to reach out to a few of my old friends. I hope that they will be able to provide some insight. For now, would you allow me to run a few tests of my own to see if we can determine the extent of the spread?” Carlisle stood up from behind his desk and indicated that he wanted me to join him by the exam table.

“What kinds of tests?” I stood up and walked over to the table, Edward followed closely behind me.

“Just some basic diagnostics to determine to what extent your biology remains human, and what has been altered.” He started turning on machines and laying out instruments on the table beside me. “Nothing too invasive, I assure you.”

“We just want to try to understand this,” Edward said. He helped Carlisle finish setting up and then sat next to me on the table.

I nodded and sat still as Carlisle began his exam. He mostly just examined my arm. He took my temperature in various places, checked my reflexes, my heart rate, blood pressure, he ran as many tests as he could think of all while making idle small talk with Edward and I. When he had done as much as he could, he looked up at Edward and Edward nodded in return.

“Bella, would you be okay with giving a blood sample?” Edward asked. Carlisle had clearly run it by him first, silently, and he had agreed to ask me.

“Sure.” I said. I held out my arm again and Carlisle prepped the needle. When he was ready he inserted the needle into my arm near the crook of my elbow. My skin seemed to resist the needle at first, but it gave way and Carlisle was able to draw a few vials.

“Your skin is clearly still vulnerable, though not as fragile as most human skin.” Carlisle said. “Most of the differences I have recorded would not be noticeable if one were not looking for them with a trained eye, but I must admit there are several definitive differences.

“Such as?” I asked. Edward already knew everything that Carlisle knew, but I was still out of the loop.

“The pale translucent appearance and your reaction to sunlight are the most noticeable, but the temperature of your arm seems to be dropping slightly and your reflexes and strength in the arm have been slightly improved by the venom. I wouldn’t be surprised if you started seeing these differences continue to spread. I do not, however, think the venom is strong enough to fully stop your heart and complete the transition.”

“What do we do?” I asked. No one had been able to give me much of a straight answer to this question so far.

“We keep an eye on the progress and try to find out anything else we can. My examination leads me to believe that you are not in any danger and unless this transition becomes painful, I am of the opinion that the best solution is to let this take its course and deal with the outcome as best we can.”

“Thank you, Carlisle.” I said. It may not be the answer I wanted, but Carlisle seemed confident in his assessment and I trusted him enough that the feeling that I might just die at any moment eased.

“Of course, Bella.” Carlisle said. “You are our family now, and we will do whatever is necessary to protect you.” He cleaned up the exam table and put away all his instruments. Edward helped me down from the table and held me tight to his side.

“Let’s go to my room.” Edward whispered in my ear. I knew Carlisle could hear him, but he pretended not to notice and continued to go about his tidying. I nodded and let him lead me out of the study and down the hall to his room. I felt the tears welling up in my eyes before we made it all the way down the hall.

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Hello, we are the Neighbours - 1/2

Heated Afternoons

Summary: Virgil and Remy have been close for years. Remy is rather shy with new people but supposed to introduce himself to the new neighbours - of course Virgil is around to help his friend! Turns out, the boring old neighbours have a hot adolescent and fae are pretty hot. Virgil uses she/her and he/him. Remy uses he/him. Emile uses they/fae.

tags: a LOT of swearwords, edginess, Teenagers scare the living shit out of me, weapon mention, hints at violence, slight creep factor, being salty at authority, lovingly insulting one another, food, piercings, kisses, bold moves, innuendo, visual puns, cigarettes (no smoking!), edibles, mentions of getting high, marijuana (implied), saying mean things about your mom but not really meaning it bc social anxiety ah Tumblr: next // ao3: all / 1 / 2 . // masterlist . My KoFi  - Support me ♥ or Commission me Story under the cut:

“I can’t believe she is doing that. This little bitch. I swear to fucking everything unholy, I will move out the second this stupid university accepts me.”

 Virgil glanced at his friend, the long man fidgeting wildly as he fumbled with his house keys.

 “You got them or not?”

 The addressed adult shot him an angry glare.

 “Of fucking course I do! Do you take me for an idiot, too?”

 The smaller one shrugged, his black and blue beanie moving a bit as if to shake itself in denial at the mean sound.

 “Do I look like I care that you are a crazy dog? I kinda stopped at some point, if you did not notice it before. Just for clarification, Riri.”

 Virgil flicked the rainbow button on his beanie heartlessly.

 “Can we go before your mom comes back and makes us bring these shitty biscuits, too? “

 Remy snorted in offence and pushed the little box with his elbow, not even sparing it a glance.

 “What-fucking-ever. Let us just go. Can’t take this shit with these two treating me like I am five. I am literally done with school and just waiting for an acceptance letter, I am even working and saving up and they still treat men like I am some fucking toddler who cannot even walk straight!”

 His friend rolled his eyes and pushed himself off the counter.

 “Yo, I am willing to babysit you, stop acting like that. I am allowed to baby you!”

 He heard a hissing sound when Remy sucked an annoyed breath through his teeth. His rainbow knee socks contrasted greatly with his sour mood. His whole outfit was about the opposite of everything people would expect from him. Except for his black combat boots. Those looked exactly like his knife-stabbing mood towards the whole world (well, safe for his friend Virgil. She would be safe for now.)

The young adult looked like the embodiment of sunshine and rainbows with the bright pair of knee socks hugging up his strong legs. His plain black skirt was lacy and lazy in the way it fell over his thighs. Askew, like the neon pink bow in his shoulder-long hazel hair. A white shirt saying “Sleep” in holographic block letters completed the odd look he offered. It was so huge, it was wearing Remy more than he wore it.

 Virgil shrugged, her unicorn/bunny onesie (“Virgil, this shit literally has a fucking tail like some of Bambi’s followers, not like a proud, rainbow-shitting creature to break laws and eat tears with supernatural ‘fuck you’ magic!” - “Shut up, maybe it was declared a unicorn because maybe this is what it feels like you intolerant moron”) called “Philly” largely encompassing her frame. It was white and pink - the little tail was as rainbow as the rest of his heart and mind.

..Even if nobody could see that.

 “You will get the biscuits if you are fast enough with me. Get your ass going!”

 Remy pocketed his keys at last and stuck his pink tongue out at his friend.

 “You were literally the one to keep dragging this whole thing out”, Virgil reminded him patiently, her hand digging into the soft pockets of whatever synthetic cheap-ass shit her comfortable dream suit was made of.

“You know, you got me and I look nice but I will fuck up a dude if he fucks with my little baby.”

 Something about her voice seemed to drop into a level of threat. Something... just something in his voice was so morbidly dark, it gave Remy chills for just a moment.

 He muttered, walking to the door.

 “I will not take you to the ice rink anymore if you flash a fucking knife, you silly bunnycorn.”

 Virgil followed, by now two unwrapped lollipops in hand. He stretched one into her friend’s direction, barely nudging his lips. It was coke and almost as dark as Remy’s raven, makeup on his mouth.

 “Bunnycorn sounds debatable. You may use it and I will refrain from stabbing you. Also, you know I dropped my butterfly into the fucking gutter. I will never get it out. Can’t exactly tell the cops I found an illegal weapon in there but want it out and in my possession. Too suspicious. They will get me locked up or some shit. I am not 13 anymore and they will fuck me up.”

 She shrugged.

 “Whatever. Eat the pop, bro”, he encouraged as she slipped the sweet ball on a stick into his mouth. The unicorn ripped the door open and swung it to the side so violently, the hinges cried and her body leaned in to follow the force her hand needed to contain.

 “Ooops, you are an eager piece of shit”

 Virgil shrugged and jumped down the little set of stone stairs. It was like these blocks of cobble stone. They were uneven and ugly. Truly hideous and useless.

A ramp would have been so much better, especially considering those were the flattest two steps of shit he had ever seen in his life. At least then Remy’s family would be able to get Remus in without carrying his stupid wheelchair - or needing to buy a fucking lift or whatever they usually did. Stairs sucked anyway. This house was on the fucking ground, not in the sky.

 “I fucking hate your parents sometimes, not gonna lie, dude.”

 Remy shrugged at that.

 “Feel that every day, pal.”

 His friend smiled patiently as he closed and locked the door behind him, careful not to break it further. The door was okay but Virgil*s consistently energetic treatment was not.

 “Okay, whatever. Let us get to those neighbours. I am ready for the real shit going down!”

 Virgil hopped on her bare feet, the jingles on her earring dancing and chanting happily.

Suddenly, she stooped and flinched, her hands immediately flying to undo her buttons.

 “Yo- Yo what are you doing? Stop ch- WH - WHAt the FUCK ?!”

 The small social reject nudged the other and pointed her wet lollipop at him. There was judgement in his determined eyes.

 “If you wanna introduce yourself to the neighbours, you gotta establish dominance. We are gonna out-weird these boomers! This is the perfect strategy to make sure they are gonna leave ya and your dummy thicc brother alone.”

 The unicorn happily danced.... or just prepared for a violent attack at something.. someone. She was charging her energy. The ketchup paint on her pink undershirt assembled to say “Tell Jesus to suck harder”. It was framing the upper and lower parts of the shirt, perfectly framing the upside-down paragraph on it.

 “We are going. I want my stupid biscuits because your mom does not use raisins. She used fucking sprinkles and chocolate. This is my fucking aesthetic.”

A shrug accompanied the statement.

“Who likes raising biscuits anyway, I mean - really? Those are sad ones and if you don’t have any better, you take it but we are all striving for higher things in life.”

 Remy rolled his eyes but softly approached his friend. There was something vulnerable in his step when he offhandedly looked at Virgil, no scowl or complaints hiding away the feelings in his face.

A little bit of pain seemed to paint his features, exceeding the simple level of discomfort. He stretched his arms out for a hug.

His trusty idiot of a friend immediately pulled him in, her arms wrapping around his middle. A sigh tickled his neck.

 “I will fight your feelings”, he mumbled.

The taller one shook his head before shrugging.

“Just stay...”

 The sentence broke off.

Maybe it was just Virgil but these two words were just a part of so much more he could and should have said.

 Instead, the tall dude stretched his shoulders enough to tug his arms away from Virgil’s strong hug. It was nearly suffocating but not him, his bad feelings.

Virgil had the most grounding hugs Remy had ever felt. This could be all due to the bunny costume he was wearing but this was not the first time Remy got her embraces and suddenly felt wiped clean of all the bad feelings.

 A small smile dared to fly the corners of his lips upwards.

 “If she bitches around, we will dip. I will doubt it, though. She’s gonna be busy with Remus because fawning over him will never get tired.”

 He shrugged. It was quick and unconvincing.

After the shrug, his shoulders still seemed pulled down enough to be identified as “burdened”.

Virgil noted it with an eyebrow raise. She was too wrapped up around the lollipop to turn this matter into a long and wild evaluation of this family and all its issues.

They were better off than his stupid shit relatives anyway.

 “Hey, hottie, did I tell you about Logan?”, he asked instead. Something in Remy seemed to drop and he brushed against Virgil’s side as he took one of her hands and squeezed it.

 “No, tell me while we walk. What about Logan? Who is this even?”

 Remy was tame when grounded. He was so tame and nice when you were nice.

The man was calm when you showed him it was okay to be calm and right to be composed without imposing it as standard he had to follow.

 “Okay, listen!”, Virgil started, his naked feet jumping into motion and leading them on to their destination just a few houses down, “so, my sib came out, right? And..”

 She made a wet sound, a squelching could be heard as she pulled the lollipop out for a moment. Remy was so close, he swore he could hear the tiny gremlin swallow. He chuckled and leaned his head against hers for a bit.

It was more symbolic than practical and he immediately retreated after Virgil pressed her head’s side against his.

 “And they were looking for a name. Just a few minutes before I got my ass over to yours, they came up to me and said they wanted to use “Logan” as preferred name, so I was like “huh? But that is your name, sibby” and they groaned but took it as acceptance.”

 The taller one smiled weakly.

Their destination came into view.

 “You are a good sibling, you know? Logan can be happy to have you throughout all of this.”

 Virgil shrugged as she dropped the shrinking lollipop into her mouth once more. He pointed at the moderately-sized house. It looked sort of regular, one big VR still parked in the front.

 “This one?”

 Remy’s eyebrows narrowed, huddling together. They were slightly plucked but still looked natural. Somehow, Virgil felt proud of this.

A nod indicated yes at last. It felt annoying - how could a nod even express annoyance?

The unicorn snuggled closer.

 “Enjoy your coke, bastard.”

 The younger one groaned, rolling his eyes as he - once more - used the stairs.

Virgil scowled at them while the male glared.

 “Literally, stairs are a pain and we should fucking bomb them away, honey.”

 Remy squeezed his hand.

 “Uh.. I mean,,.. fuck stairs but.. um”, he looked down, his eyes showing him just how much he was standing on a stranger’s doorstep, “fuck.”

 Discomfort pooled in his hear, making him feel cold all of a sudden. It tickled in him but in a way that made him feel like he was going numb.. maybe he would just faint.

Instead, he kept stuttering about the door, just repeating the nonsense echoing through his burning mind

 “It is okay, Remy. I can kiss it away!”

 She grinned at him and leaned in. The stuttering stopped at once.

Wide eyes stared into the curiously baby blue orbs Virgil’s face held.

Coming closer and closer and-

 “Yo, I really appreciate the company, but I really just wanted to go back inside.”

 A voice like dark sandpaper rubbed between them, sawing their intimacy away and making Remy jolt in surprise. Hot, bloody anxiety flooded back into his consciousness whilst Virgil closed the distance between them as the unicorn/bunny stepped back before her tall baby.

 “Okay, bitch, that is it, I will fucking FIgthT yOU!”, he screeched, bouncing up.

 Remy acted fast to pull the furious ball of rage back into place. At least the unicorn was so small, he could easily contain the raging bean.

 The new voice was more than voice, it was a person. Evidently, they already looked like friends, despite Virgil’s sudden threats and Remy’s gut-freezing anxiety. The styles seemed to unify them. They all looked like a bunch of social rejects old people would frown upon and little kids would point at. Brave teenagers would be scared and young adults would try to dominate then.

 A person with an actual body stood there, dismissively leaning against the nearby wall of the house. A beanie adorned their head much like Remy’s and in contrast to Virgil’s messy ginger head.

Skin darker than a slight tan, eyes green like a miracle and so deep, deeper than the forest and every treasure.

A few strands of different colours could be seen to defy the beanie, They proudly stood out in the sunny light of a comfortable Sunday afternoon. Remy could identify a colour akin to pumpkins and different shades of green as if sculptured by nature personally.

 Unnatural colours for hair but still, the stranger wore them as if this was the most natural of all occurrences.

Was this a bit of light blue? It contrasted with the row of shiny piercings in the stranger’s ears -- they all looked like little cartoon items of food? And that nose ring was to die for...

 “And you wanna fight me, why?”

 Virgil hissed, his jaw snapping together but only biting air before the newcomer.

 “Ff-f-ucking ffforg-get it”, Remy jumped in, still mesmerised by how ripped someone’s jeans could really get. They were not revealing but fitting with a bit of space while being scratches and patched at any place he could identify.

 Virgil came back to life at this comment, vocalisations of all the threatening kinds were thrown like from a feral animal.

The “suck the right butts” shirt with a human cartoon butt next to a burning cigarette seemed to tickle Virgil a bit into a level of slightly less intense readiness to throw hands. At least the weirdo had some style.

 “Alright. Would you step away, then? I want to go back inside and eat my pancakes.”

 Something within Remy died as the person said that.

Oh fuck.

Everything that did not matter seemed to matter an this point.

 “You are the new neighbour?”, Virgil blinked dismissively and waved, “overrated.”

 The stranger clicked a tongue impatiently, one blonde brow quirking up in question without him repeating his words.

 “That b-bitch is on fucking coke o-or some ssshit! Don’t mind him!”

 Remy pushed Virgil to the side, his arms still wrapped around him as to not let her fall down these miserably sad stairs.

 Virgil huffed.

 “Coke? You fucking picky shit, You can have cherry if you want it! I took it only because I love you more than I like coke flavour and you fucking thank me like this? I wanted to be nice and you are being a dumb butt again!”

 He pouted.

 Emile looked as uninterested as ever. If there was a sleeping stone on the porch, maybe there would be a chance this person would be more interested but right now? Not so much. The person was unimpressed, forest eyes blank in apathy.

 “Listen, you two are very entertaining but -”

 Remy cut this speech off in a.... honestly, there was no words for what exactly this special piece of human did at this point.

For some anxiety-logic reason (and for this “reason” only), he smacked Virgil’s furry thigh and let out an inhumane screen before pushing himself in front of the door and pushing his hand between him and the new neighbour. Or whom he deemed to be that person.

 Virgil was next to him instead of before him and looking less smug or feral, just a tad confused at best. A reaction like this had her blink and swallow the cherry flavour of her saliva that came from the generous lollipop in her mouth.

He could not complain about that.

 Well, maybe Emile would complain.

 “Excuse you?”

 A blonde eyebrow rose up. The stranger looked at Remy as if he was nothing but a mortal insect to the mighty deity this person was.

 Remy was not shaking but his heart was uncontrollably sweating, swirling around his chest cavity and basically running in circles at an immense speed. Great panic ruled his existence and left him gasping and shaking his head for a moment.

 “I- I am bit- REMY!”, he started, “I AM REMY”

 He basically screamed his personal introduction at Emile. Panic regulated the tone of his voice and make his further screeches even more incoherent as Virgil just stood by, awestruck and frozen at this... this event of uncommon occurrence.

 Honestly, she would lie if she claimed to have ever seen this sort of behaviour before. This was pretty much a first after considering just how anxious Remy was around strangers. Maybe the gayness in the air was just overriding the last bit of influence his braincell had?

Virgil appreciated the feeling but did not share the sentiment (which is a lie). He really did not (LIE). He REALLY did NOT!! (cheap lie. Read: he very much did but pretended not to care as much while his eyes tried not to shape into tiny hearts for how attracted she was to this new person).

 Holy shit those two needed some more social contact other than each other.

 “I am Emile. Fae/faer and They/them. I am not not really-”

 Fae sighed, interrupting faer own sentence.

 “My grandparents lived here for longer. I am the only new one here. I came here for a summer job only, so you don’t have to deal with me for long. You can just go back and make out in front of your own house now.”

 Virgil blinked, underwhelmed.

 “Shut up.”

 Remy immediately drew in a gasp of air. It was loud, audible and more than just intrusive to anyone on the street. This sound could have been heard by everyone in the entire neighbourhood.

 “Virgil, you insolent prick, shut up yourself, you wanted to be nice and help! You are not getting knife privileges, you .. you.. sucky.. fucky.. me-mean...”

 He stumbled over his own words, suddenly finding himself at a loss of words as he was faced with the situation he was in.

This was too much. What was this even?

This was absurd, this is what it was. It was absolutely confusing and weird and not as it should have been. He should have given some stupid biscuits to some stupid neighbours and just bad-mouthed his mom for a bit longer because of how salty he got at the forced social interaction. Instead, he was caught in the gay panic that was this.. this fucking mess!

 “If you don’t say “yes”, tell us to leave”, Virgil growled as he leaned in.

Emile did not back away even by an inch.

 Actually, fae even leaned in, fae leaned in so much, fae could whisper right against Virgil’s lips. The thought of a word was lost on their lips as they moved and pronounced just enough of a “yes” for her to shoot forward and press their lips together.

 Within seconds, hands got caught up in fingers, in strands of hair and articles of clothing.

Virgil brushed over the beanie, trying to find something to hold onto as he pulled down the giant of a faeling for a good session. There was no real grip there. Instead, she opted to do the one good thing she could be doing instead.

 The unicorn tugged Emile down, pushing them against the door - right next to Remy who squealed in reply at the sudden crash.

They groaned into the kiss, hands looking for more roughness in the endlessly silkiness of a onesie. The push against the door was not even minded with as much as a mental note or even ...anything, really. The groan might have been nothing but pleasure.

 But as soon as Virgil, The Storm (TM), has come, as soon he left again. She pulled away, clicking her tongue.

Somehow, she must have lots her lollipop.

If he had even half a mind for anything but getting more of Emile, she might have realised how she had dropped it in the moment their lips had crashed. How else would lips get that close in the first place? Lollipops were a good way of policing closeness - too good. They prevented kisses too much.

 Virgil stepped back a bit, looking at Emile and Remy in satisfaction. Her curious eyes switched between one tall to the other tall pal.

 “So... you two gonna shake hands now and say the whole neighbourhood shit? I did not come here for nothing.”

 She shrugged, looking away as if to look for something. Sure, she found it on the ground. The pink ball of lollipop she had dropped in the excitement of sweeping in idiot up in a storm of a sudden kiss, the winds of passion and electricity of pleasure and excitement meeting.

 Nonchalantly, the unicorn picked up the piece of trash and threw it into the trash in front of the house.

All the while, Emile and Remy watched her quietly.

 “I told you to do the societal bullshit thing, so we can be nice and steal your biscuits Remy’s mom made.”

 She rolled her eyes.

 “I am Virgil, by the way. I am a unicorn and you would not dream to dream of me even in your wildest dreams.”

 Fae nodded.

A new sense of knowledge - respect - was in their violently green eyes.

Remy simply shook his own head into waking his brain up.

 “Remy, he/him. Virgil uses she/her and he/him.”

 He cleared his throat, voice weak but not exactly recovering even after his little treat to his throat. He swallowed his coke-flavoured lollipop liquids.

 “Sorry about ..”, he gestured towards his friend who cuddled up next to him as if he had done nothing more but given her mom a hug or whatever trivial thing like texting a bro, “that.”

 Virgil huffed but said no more, only leaned into his side and sighed, sounding surprisingly void of energy.

 “Do you want to come inside?”

 Remy flinched at the question. The hot neighbour was pulling this fucking beanie off their head, revealing their colourful hair. Green and blue, orange-ish and purple were easily spotted in the mess of a dyed paradise. Faer hair were curled like clouds. Exactly like clouds. It was probably the most balanced state between curled up and simply wavy hair.

 Virgil shrugged.

 “Nah, did you not hear us? We came here by force because we hate life but adults think you gotta be nice to new neighbours. So imma go to Remy’s and eat these fucking biscuits his mom made for you because they will be great and you cannot have them. You can dream of them.”

 She hugged him as if to prove a point.

 The neighbour shrugged.

 “Just wait a minute. I want to give you something. You guys.. you guys need it - you deserve it, you know?”

 They pulled the beanie back over their head.

 “Re- Remy? Can you move, I gotta get inside for a moment.”

 Fae gestured towards the door and Remy quickly pushed against Virgil enough to straighten up his slouching friend a bit and give way to Emile.

The feral idiot seemed.. pretty much asleep at this point. Was there any point in even trying to wake her up? Probably not.

 Anyway, the deity of a neighbour disappeared inside for a few moments and quickly came back with a little box.

 “Biscuits”, fae stated rather bluntly. So much about them was just so blunt and straightforward without being straight in the slightest.

“I don’t think mine are better. I know it.”

 They winked before disappearing into the house again, the door clicking shut with a loud and definite sound. For now, this was the last bit of interaction they would be able to squeeze out of faem.

But..

 Virgil shook awake at the sudden impact of the door slamming back into its frame and pushing the lock until it clicked and closed as it was supposed to act. Instead of staying awake, his eyes switched from shot-open to rolling up to reveal white only until his lids had the mercy of blanketing these pools of eyes.

Her head travelled upright against the door with a dull “donk” and immediately lost all support from her neck, therefore rolled back against Remy’s shoulder.

 “Virgil! Virgil, hey! Food!”

 The bunny mumbled and turned closer to hugged Remy from the side. His arms reached around the entirety of the barely dressed man, a few curious fingers started tugging at his short skirt.

 “Virgil!!”

 The naughty friend groaned at the loud noise as if she had room to complain with even a bit of ground to stand on.

 “Nooooo”, he whined. His body pulled back, forced by the magic of friendship to respect the boundaries of Remy’s super important message or whatever the shit,

He just wanted a nap and biscuits, man.

“Fuck..fuck you..mm”

 Virgil was still busy rubbing her eyes when the taller man pointed at the box.

 “We got more biscuits for you”, he informed the feral cryptid, “and it is in a box - Emile’s box. You know what that means.”

 The onesie-clot bitch shrugged, shaking his head. A moment passed while Remy hugged the box, a dirty grin appearing on his lips.

 “Wait~”

 He lifted the lid just enough to reach into the box and get the first biscuit. Instead, there was a little.. piece of paper?

Remy pulled at it until it was in proper vision to see. He skipped down the stairs while Virgil sluggishly stumbled down the miserable excuse of stupid stone stairs. Literally those shits should be forbidden and aborted. Everyone would just trip over stairs but not on ramps.

Ramps were cool. Get ramps, kids.

 “Vi, you h-”, Remy held his breath, stopping himself from saying anymore. Instead, he passed a note to a rather tired and moody baby of a bunny.

 >>Get high with me tomorrow? xx xxx xxxx xxxx - HMU, you two are cute. BTW, love the shirt.<<

 The awakening pal patted his own thigh suddenly, then the box and eventually reached up to Remy and pulled him into a kiss as if his lips depended on it.

It was much shorter than the wild session of kisses he had shared with Emile.

 Again, as soon as Virgil came, as soon she was gone again.

With that, she grabbed the box and ran off.

 “You bitch won’ be gettin’ any coke nor any COCK without me!”

 He jumped around the corner, back to where the two had come from.

 “You owe me a few cherry kisses yourself, Virgil!”

 Remy promptly ran after her, cheeks ablaze, baked from the sun of a thousand kisses, heart flying on the wings of compliments and mind thriving on the warming and tickling light of hope.

 Inside, Emile peeked out of the windows enough to see the two chasing down the block. Littering was bullshit but these two surely were some good.

 The new neighbours were not so bad after all.

[ace-angel-judas]

I need to see Melody and a Christian in legacies..

“Clara! Did our schedules get mixed up?!”

The werewolf looked up with a tired expression as the fairy came dashing over to her, holding out a piece of paper. Digging through her bag, Clara pulled out her own schedule, comparing the two.

“Hmm, no,”

“Look!” Melody pointed to a red box, “It says I’m meant to go to a defence class, I’m a fairy, we’re passive,”

“I got that class next too,” She sighed, “They probably took in the fact that your dad’s a vampire and it got you signed up for the class, Hayoon’s brother and father are witches so she has to take spell class,”

Groaning, Melody threw her head back. Curse the weird side of genetics that played in supernatural beings. Her brother was born a vampire, while she was a fairy like her mother. With that being said, they did share some traits. Melody could live off blood if needed and her brother, well Vernon had a lovely streak of pink in his brown locks.

“Look, I’ll warn you, the teacher is a hard ass,”

—-

Melody had a frown on her face as she shuffled into the gym, looking at the all the students. Vampires, werewolves, the only dragon in the school, hardened super natural beings took up the seats of the class. They all reflected what they were, bigger and stronger in size.

While Melody was this small little pink haired flower among them.

Suddenly, all the students stood up as a male walked into the gym. He wore sweat pants and a tight black shirt, Melody froze as she watched him. Something called out to her, it hummed in her chest and ached her finger tips.

Clara snapped her out of it, grabbing the fairies arm and pulling her up. Melody frowned, rubbing her arm softly before looking ahead.

“Partner up,” The male spoke, “Start your drills,”

As everyone began to partner up, Melody was left awkwardly on the bench. The teacher looked up, sighing deeply. He just looked overly tired and done with this class.

“You!”

Melody pointed to herself.

“Your the only one standing there,” He stated.

She shuffled forward towards him, Christian towered over her in size and mass. Melody looked up at him.

“Are you lost?” He asked.

“No,” Melody held out her schedule, “This is my class, I’m a fairy though, we don’t fight-“

He cleared his throat, dragging over one of the werewolf boys. Melody stared at this teacher like he was crazy, he expected her to fight?! A werewolf?!

“Spar,” He demanded.

“I, I don’t,” Melody shook her head, “I can’t!”

As this werewolf came closer, Melody flicked out her hand and froze the male. Christian shook his head, Melody slowly releasing the spell. Shaking slightly, Melody tried her best to get into a defensive position.

In moments, she was pulled into a head look by the werewolf and crying out for help. Christian shook his head, glancing away for a moment. Fear suddenly flooded Melody’s system, something taking over.

Black veins appeared on her cheeks, eyes going red and she reached up, grasping the werewolf by the shoulders and throwing him across the gym. The werewolf smacked into the wall, Melody gasping for air as she dropped to the ground and held her neck.

Christian stared at her, “You said you were a fairy!”

“I am!” Melody cried.

“You just threw a werewolf across the room!” Christian yelled, “That’s no fairy trait!”

Fear flooded through her again, her eyes going red and the black veins wiggling onto her cheeks again. Christian took a step back, his brows furrowing together in confusion.

“She’s a fairy,” Clara stepped in front of the scared girl, “She really is, her mom is a fairy, her dad isn’t.., leave her alone,”

Sighing, Christian waved his hand, “Get her out of here,”

[ourloveisforthelovely]

Truths Part 2 Finale

Supernatural AU 

Link to Chapter 1 

Words: 5,551

Pairings: Gabriel x Reader

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You followed Gabriel out of the bedroom. Neither of you said a word to the other. To you, Gabriel didn’t seem to care that your soul was basically crying out to him. You were tired of being just a sex object of bed warmer to him. What if there were others he was seeing when he was away? It would make sense as to why he didn’t want to fully commit. The thought of someone else touching Gabriel made you feel almost crazy! Maybe it was time to put your foot down and say no more? Maybe it was time to show Gabriel just how crappy that he was making you feel? The archangel couldn’t just always have what he wanted. Your mind drifted back to a comment that Dean made one evening after an argument with Gabriel

“Y/n, this is your life. This isn’t Burger King. Gabriel can’t just have everything his way!”

You barely noticed Gabriel looking over his shoulder at the negative thoughts coming from you. Gabriel frowned immediately hating that he was making you feel this way. He was dying to tell you that you were his only one. He loved you in a way no one else could. Gabriel loved you in a way no mortal could understand! Maybe that was why you didn’t understand what was going on with him?

He reached back going for your hand but felt nothing. Gabriel hadn’t even noticed you walk away from him to take the cup of coffee Dean was holding out.

“Y/n, almost time to watch Jo get married. Are you planning on catching that bouquet?”

Dean asked with a smile. You rolled her eyes not even looking at Gabriel. That was a real hoot!

“Won’t do me any good.  That is never going to happen to me.”

Dean gave Gabriel a look. He was pleased to see the angry expression on the archangel’s face. To Dean, Gabriel needed a good kick in the ass!

“You never know.”

Dean said with a smirk. Y/n nodded.

“Oh, I know. I’m either going to die before I have the chance to get married or be a cat lady. You have to have someone love you before they marry you. People don’t just marry other people for kicks.”

You heard Gabriel mutter something like “what- fucking- ever” under his breath. You were pleased that you had struck a chord with the archangel.

“In all seriousness though I am happy for Jo. Alexander seems to be a good guy. I just want Jo to be happy.”

Dean sighed. He had started to ignore Gabriel and just focus on you. He didn’t like seeing his childhood friend looking so down on herself. Any guy would be lucky to have you! If the two of you didn’t know all of each other’s bad habits and it wouldn’t be like marrying his sister, Dean would be more than happy to date you.

“You deserve to be happy too.”

You shrugged.

“Well…it is what it is Dean. Come on we need to get going.”

You turned walking to the Impala without another word.

Once in the car, you settled yourself between Cas and Gabriel. You knew that Gabriel heard every word of your conversation with Dean and was almost afraid to look at him. His words of I’m an archangel not your fucking pet seemed to always ring in your mind when you wanted to be a dick to him. He could easily end your life. Whether he would or not would be another story. That sentence always sounded like something Lucifer would say…not Gabriel.

A hand sliding onto your thigh pulled you from your thoughts. You looked down at Gabriel’s hand with a sad sigh before laying your head on his shoulder. Was this his way of offering to makeup for a less than stellar attitude?

“Can we talk later?”

He asked softly. You nodded ignoring Dean’s watchful gaze.

“Yeah”

You let Gabriel continue to stroke your thigh. He leaned his head over on yours to nuzzle his face into your hair. Gabriel knew it would be so easy to say “I love you cupcake.”  It wouldn’t be that hard to say those words that he knew you were longing for. But for some reason, Gabriel couldn’t make them happen. Gabriel couldn’t help feeling like a caged bird at points. This is one of those times he wished his communication skills were better. He also wouldn’t mind not being an angel today. Maybe he could be a better lover.

Arriving at Bobby and Ellen’s, you smiled seeing your mom sitting on the porch with a smile on her face. Ellen immediately stood as you got out of the car.

“Darlin about time you got here!”

She said cheerfully pulling you into a hug. Right away Ellen could tell something was bothering you. It didn’t take being your mom to know that something wasn’t right in your world.

“Hi mamma.”

You said with a smile as Ellen kissed your face before moving to hug Sam and Dean. Ellen kissed both of the boys before hugging Cas and ruffling his hair. You had walked back to Gabriel’s side until you were literally knocked to the ground. Looking up you smiled seeing your sister on top of you.

“Y/n, you’re finally here! I’m so glad to see you!”

You coughed as the breath was slightly knocked out of you.

“Jo, damn, I missed you too. Can you let me up?”

Jo chuckled standing and pulling her you to your feet.

“I never thought you were going to get here. I need to make sure your dress fits you!”

You looked back at Gabriel. You were wanting nothing more than to see what he wanted to talk to you about but that was going to be put on the back burner. Jo smirked.

“He’ll be fine without you for a moment.”

Jo hurriedly pushed you into your childhood bedroom without another word.

For the next half an hour you tried on multiple dresses that Jo had picked out. Finally, Jo decided the emerald green deep v neck one was the way to go.

“I think that one is perfect. It makes you look so grown up.”

You rolled your eyes as Jo looked at you happily.

“So what’s happening with you and the archangel?”

Jo asked calmly. You sighed and sat down beside your twin with a tired sigh. How were you supposed to tell your own sister that your life was in a tailspin that you didn’t even know how to even control anymore?

“I honestly don’t know. One minute I am convinced that he loves me and actually wants to be with me. The next we are as far away from a couple as one could possibly get.”

Jo reached out taking your hand in hers.

“He watches you like you are something to eat. Maybe he doesn’t know how to accurately handle his feelings. I know he’s been on earth for a long time but maybe there is something preventing him from ...going forward.”

Lily laughed.

“I think you get him more than I do Jo. That’s probably all of the other girls that he sees that is preventing him from committing. I think that I am just wasting my time.”

After affirming the dress would be a fit, you followed Jo outside where Cas and Gabriel stood on the porch. Dean, Sam, and Bobby were looking at a car that Bobby had been fixing up. Gabriel turned to look at you as you finally got back to his side.

“Boys and their cars…I would say boys who look at cars like they are naked women but figured that wouldn’t be appropriate.”

You rolled your eyes as Gabriel wrapped an arm around your waist. That sinking feeling of despair returned like a freight train. You should have been happy but the way he was doing it no one could see they were even touching. As usual, it was Gabriel keeping things hidden. For once, you wanted him to be himself. Be the Gabriel that flirted with you nonstop until he got what he wanted. If it was that particular moment in time, he couldn’t have thought twice about wrapping his arms around you in front of everyone.

“Hasn’t stopped you before.”

You said with a smirk. Gabriel raised an eyebrow.

“Someone is feeling sassy.”

Feeling a little braver, you put a hand on Gabriel’s hip and stepped closer to him. His golden eyes were watching you with a wide lust-filled expression.

“Wait until you see the dress I’ll be wearing tomorrow. You will be able to see a lot of here.”

You motioned to your breasts making Gabriel’s eyes get even wider before he gave you that eyebrow wiggle.

“Now you are just getting wild.”

Before the little exchange could continue a voice caught your attention.

“Y/n?”

You turned to see a face that you hadn’t seen since the day you left home for good at age 18.

“Nathan?”

It was definitely Nathan Parker…the Nathan that you had a major crush on all the way through middle and high school. Here he stood 6'1, tall dark and handsome like before. The only difference now was he stood dressed in a nice suit and his jet black her fixed into an elegant hairstyle.

“Yeah, it's me. I heard you were in town for Jo’s wedding. I couldn’t wait to stop by and see you. Wow, you haven’t changed at all. You still look so beautiful.”

You could feel Gabriel tense. For a moment, you were afraid that the archangel was going to jump-start the apocalypse or smite Nathan one. You wrapped your hand around Gabriel’s keeping him from snapping his fingers. Gabriel was trying to get his hand free but it wasn’t about to happen!

“Uh thanks, Nathan. So what are you into these days?”

You tried to think of anything to get the conversation off of flirting. Nathan smiled.

“I own a chain of restaurants. I just bought myself that car your father is fixing up. I needed something fun for the weekends. So what are you doing out in Kansas these days?”

You blinked and tried to think of some grand tale. The last thing she wanted was for Gabriel to get all “holier than thou” and smite Nathan in mid-conversation. You remembered your mother telling you that Nathan was rolling in the money now and it was clearly evident.

“I uh…uh…I do writing.”

Nathan nodded seeming impressed.

“How about we go for a ride? I would love to catch up.”

You knew teasing Gabriel was wrong and that you would pay for it later. The cold angry glare on his face showed all of his feels at that moment. Maybe this was what Gabriel needed. Maybe he needed to see that you could move on to someone else.

“I would love to.”

You said with a smile before feeling Gabriel’s hand tighten on yours. You carefully got your hand away from the archangel’s not daring to look at his face.

“I’ll be back soon, Gabe.”

You spent the afternoon with Nathan. To your surprise, you hadn’t heard from Gabriel at all. You sent him a few texts only to receive nothing in return. You sighed, knowing that you would have one angry archangel to face later.

Around 7, you agreed to have dinner with Nathan before he would take you home. Walking into a quiet cafe, Nathan chose a table in the corner. You sat down across from him looking over the menu. Nathan smiled. Neither noticed the angry golden-eyed archangel in the corner watching like a hawk.

“So what’s with the guy whose hand you were holding? Are you two serious?”

You took a sip of the water in front of her.

“We ...I…uh…I don’t know. I really don’t know how to answer that.”

Nathan raised an eyebrow.

“Looks like he’s quite a bit older than you too. What’s his angle?”

You swallowed. How were you supposed to answer any question when it came to Gabriel? You couldn’t just say that your boyfriend was an archangel.

“He doesn’t really have one. Gabriel is a good man. He’s been really good to me. He is actually really funny. There is just a lot of stuff that…”

Nathan sighed.

“Look Y/n, I’ve known you for a long time. You know that I adore you. If you were with me, you wouldn’t be guessing at what our relationship was about. Gabriel sounds like he needs to get his priorities straightened out. “

You looked down uncomfortably. Nathan just summed up everything perfectly!

“Yeah. He does.”

The moment Nathan reached out to take your hand in his, the glass of water fell over sending water spilling all over his lap. Nathan jumped back hoping to stop the flow of water. Once he got the mess back into control, Nathan grinned.

“Boy, that was unexpected. Anyway, let's eat.”

Nathan went to put some salt on his food only for the entire salt shaker to empty all over the steak in front of him. You frowned. This was all happening way too conveniently.

“Gabriel, if you are here please stop. You have nothing to worry about. You don’t have to challenge him. Just come out in the open and take me home.”

When no golden-eyed trickster of an archangel appeared, you sighed. Gabriel was really upset! For him to not appear when you prayed to him was completely out of character.  You were so lost in your own thoughts that you didn’t notice the newest thing that was happening.

A woman screaming got your attention. You looked at a woman, a few feet away, who was swatting at a frog that was in her soup. Nathan meanwhile, was dealing with a pesky fly that wouldn’t get away from him.

“What the hell is with this place? Is this like the biblical plague restaurant?”

You groaned knowing 100% that Gabriel was behind all of this now. Putting a hand over her face, you looked down at your lap. Before you could say anything else there was a loud explosion in the kitchen and all of the sprinklers overhead began to go off. You sighed.

“Nathan I would really like to go home. I’m feeling really tired.”

Nathan nodded putting money down on the table. He too was less than pleased with the way that his date turned out. Nathan had all the intentions to try to woo you into staying home in South Dakota with him. Now he was almost positive that you were ready to run right back to Kansas with Gabriel.

Walking into the parking lot, Nathan yelled the moment he saw that he had a flat tire and a large key mark down the side of his car.

“What the hell?”

He squealed. Your eyes were wide as you looked almost embarrassed. This was getting all too amusing! It also showed you that Gabriel actually was serious about the relationship and wasn’t afraid to fight for what was his.

Arriving back to your parent's house, you walked in feeling a mixture of annoyed and flattered. Bobby and Ellen sat at the table playing poker with Dean and Sam. Cas was sitting on the couch watching a nature documentary on the Discovery Channel. Ellen smiled.

“Well look who finally came home. Did you have a fun time with Nathan?”

You smirked.

“It was interesting to say the least. Where is Gabriel?”

Dean grinned. The eldest Winchester looked totally happy as a clam.

“He’s in your bedroom pouting. I call him a baby in a leather jacket right now.”

You shook your head before turning and walking upstairs to your childhood bedroom. When you walked in Gabriel sat on the bed frowning at the TV.

“You made your point tonight.”

Gabriel turned looking at her coldly.

“What point? Have fun on your date?”

You took off your sweater laying it over your desk’s chair before turning back to Gabriel.

“It wasn’t a date, Gabriel. Nathan and I have been friends since we were kids.”

Gabriel gave you a glare.

“Fucker had a lot more than friendship on his mind.”

You shook your head in annoyance. There had to be some way to get through to Gabriel.

“Maybe he wants me for more than sex.”

The lights flickered in the room, cluing you in that you had hit a nerve with the archangel. Gabriel stood walking to you. For the second time that day, you were wondering about your safety when it came to the handsome archangel.

“What WE have isn’t just sex! I wish you would get it through that thick skull of yours.”

Losing your temper, you reached out and shoved Gabriel away. He elegantly regained his balance before giving you a confused expression. You began to pace.

“How the fuck do you think I am supposed to think anything different, Gabriel? All we do is have sex then you ignore me until you want another fuck. How am I supposed to think that you actually care? What you did tonight was the first actual hint of you remotely caring!”

Gabriel blinked.

“I’ve cared for a long time, sugar.”

“Right. You sure have a funny way of showing it!  I don’t know everything that happened before we got together. I’m sorry your past wasn’t perfect but the way you are handling us is telling me that you want to be alone forever. This is just like the night I asked to see your wings and you went ballistic on me. You know what, I am not having this conversation. Just go bug Cas or something. I need to get some sleep so I don’t look like a horrid maid of honor.”

Gabriel’s golden eyes were full of pain as he turned and walked from the room without a word. You immediately regretted your choice of words as you climbed into bed.

The next morning, you were awoken by your mother gently shaking your shoulder.

“Good morning, sweetie. Time to get you up and get you going.”

You yawned looking around the room.

“Where is Gabriel?”

Ellen shrugged.

“I think with Cas and Sam. Did you two have words last night?”

You sighed.

“Yeah, I bet you all heard everything too didn’t you?”

Ellen nodded sitting down.

“Your daddy wanted to come in here and knock his head off of his shoulders.”

You smiled, thinking of Bobby going into protective father mode.

“Well, it was mostly me, mom. I was doing the yelling. He was kind of just standing there. I didn’t even give him a chance to fight back before banishing him.”

Ellen reached out tucking one of your curls away from your face.

“Sweetie, I’m not going to pretend that I understand how hard your relationship with him is because you know I don’t.”

You sighed again.

“It’s beyond hard, mom! I am so in love with him. There is so much stuff he is keeping from me and I know that is what influences his actions in our relationship. I just wish that he would talk to me.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Baby, you know what it sounds like to me? No matter the species ...males do not communicate well.”

Ellen stood to walk to the closet to get the dress out but stopped looking back at you.

.“Sweetie, he loves you. You should have seen the look on his face when you took off with Nathan. I thought he was going to end the world. It took Cas and Sam to calm him down. I used to have my doubts about you dating an angel, especially an archangel at that, now not so much. Just talk to him later, sweetie.”

After an hour of getting ready, you were finally ready. You stood in front of Jo’s floor-length mirror looking at your appearance. It wasn’t often that you got dressed up like this.

“Hello, gorgeous!”

You turned seeing Dean and Cas at the door dressed in suits. Dean grinned as he motioned to his chest.

“Liking what I’m seeing!”

Cas gave Dean a look before focusing his attention back on you.

“You look beautiful.”

You smiled. You were used to Dean hitting on you from time to time. It had been that way since the two of you were young. Cas apparently still had to get used to that one.

“Thanks, guys. Have you seen Gabriel by any chance? I haven’t seen him since I threw him out of the bedroom last night.”

Dean chuckled.

“He’s with Sam. Probably still bitching about Nathan. He didn’t say anything about you but he was bitching about everything this morning. It started with me eating powdered doughnuts near him then went all the way to the help I have fallen and can’t get up button commercial.”

Cas winced.

“There was also the fact he was super annoyed with the Sock Slider commercial.”

Lily blinked, obviously confused.

“What?”

Dean laughed again.

“Okay, so it was one of those infomercial things where they want to sell you shit you don’t need. Well, this one was a device that helps you put your socks on. Like you don’t have to bend over or anything…you just slide your foot right in. Gabriel was bitching that just encouraged people to be lazy.”

You sighed turning to put the pearl earrings that Ellen had bought you in.

“Sounds like Gabe. One thing pisses him off and everything under the sun will bug him in some way or another. I figured he would have left after what I said to him.”

Cas and Dean exchanged frowns before Cas stepped forward.

“He wouldn’t leave. Go off and pout somewhere yes…but leave you no. As you have been told, my brother really loves you.”

You smiled at the angel in front of you.

“Thanks, Cas. Now come here and let me fix your hair.”

The wedding began without any major disasters. Thankfully Jo wasn’t a bridezilla either! You stood beside your sister as the ceremony began. As discreetly as possible, you scanned the church for any signs of your archangel.

When you finally found him, he was sitting beside Cas in the back of the church. His golden eyes met yours the instant that you found him. He gave you a half-smile that made your heart pound. You could feel your heart calling out to him. Unfortunately, he didn’t respond. He just kept his eyes glued to you.

You focused your attention back to your sister and soon to be brother-in-law. This service seemed to be going on forever and a day. You did whatever you could to keep your attention from going to Nathan. He sat about two rows in with his family and was doing whatever he could to get your attention.

“Can this get any longer?”

You thought miserably as you looked around the church. At the moment, all you wanted to do was get out of the emerald dress and flop down in her bed. The thought of Gabriel sitting in the back was driving you nuts. You wanted nothing more than to clear up what happened the previous night. There was also the fact that you wanted to get the archangel out of the button-down black shirt he was wearing. Sighing, you tightened your thighs trying to calm down the ache in your body.

Finally, the wedding was over and it was time for the reception. You wandered around the room looking for any sign of Gabriel again and avoiding Nathan at the same time. Just like at the wedding, Gabriel disappeared into the oblivion. How could someone so obvious just disappear like this?

“Come on Gabe.”

You muttered as Sam walked over.

“You good?”

You shook your head.

“If that stubborn archangel would just show up where I can get a hold of him I would be stellar.”

Sam handed you a glass of wine with a sheepish smile.

“Figured this may help.”

You downed the glass in one sip. Sam smirked as he noticed Nathan walking over. You clearly noticed it too.

“Shit! You have no idea where I am going.”

Sam smirked as you ducked under a table and out of sight.

“Never seen you before in my life.”

Sam went back to the beer in his hand as Nathan walked over. He smiled casually at Sam.

“Where did Y/n go? I just saw her.”

Sam shrugged.

“Said something about going to find her boyfriend. You know the one that she’s been with for a while…he’s around here someplace.”

Nathan nodded.

“So they are pretty serious?”

Sam looked thoughtful.

“Oh yeah! He’s crazy about her and the other way around too.”

Nathan smirked.

“I get the message.”

You meanwhile, had finally crawled to the other side of the table and crawled out successfully only to be grabbed by one of your cousins.

“Come on Y/n. Jo is about to throw the bouquet.”

You immediately winced.

“Nah, good luck with that!”

Your cousin shook her head.

“Oh no! You are totally coming! Jo will be so sad if you don’t try.”

You winced thinking about all the things that you had done for your sister. This was definitely one of those up there things that you did not want to do!

Standing in the group of your female cousins and other assorted people that you didn’t know, you felt miserable. You glanced around finally spotting Gabriel standing beside Cas. He gave you a smirk and was clearly amused by the expression on your face.

“Get me out of here.”

You mentally pleaded.

“No way, sugar.”

You gave Gabriel another glare.

“Now you decide to answer! Really?!”

Gabriel gave you a shrug before going back to talking quietly to Cas. You groaned as Jo turned her back to throw the thing. Looking at all the other girls around you, you decided to let them go for the prize and simply step out of the way. You winced as Jo started to throw the bouquet.

“Go away! Go away! Go away!”

You thought miserably as the cursed floral device landed directly in your hands. Blinking a few times, you winced as Jo began to giggle with delight.

“You’ve gotta be shitting me.”

You muttered as Jo ran over pulling you into a hug.

“Uh, Jo….can we do this again? I think cousin Mitzy is bound and determined to get Phillip to propose to her. You know I’m going to be a cat lady soooo….”

Jo shook her head.

“Oh no! It’s yours!”

“Son of a bitch..”

You muttered looking around for Gabriel and of course, he was MIA again!

For the next hour, you tried your best to have a good time but you mood had gone downhill ever since the disastrous bouquet catching. When you were finally able to slip away from your crazy relatives, you went outside to get some air. You jumped the moment a set of arms wrapped around you.

“Easy, sugar. Looking for me?”

You relaxed hearing Gabriel’s voice.

“I have been all damn day.”

Gabriel chuckled as he nuzzled his face into your curls.

“Sorry, I was trying to make sure you had a nice day.”

You frowned. It was time to unload!

“It’s been AWFUL! First, I have to wear this god awful dress. I haven’t been this naked in public since I came out of a uterus. I’ve had to play avoid the guy who wants you with Nathan. I had to crawl under a table to get away from him. Do you realize how difficult it was in this dress? It was BAD! I caught that damn bouquet and now Jo won’t leave me alone. All I wanted damn it was to be with you and you keep playing trickster and vanishing. God damn it, I just want to go home!”

Gabriel’s arm tightened around you.

“Being a little dramatic are we?”

“No, I am not!”

You growled as Gabriel kissed your shoulder.

“I’m sorry, sugar. I didn’t realize your day was that awful.”

You pouted harder.

“I’m a hunter not some party girl and I am sure as hell not wife material.”

Gabriel froze at that for a moment.

“I think you are.”

You pressed your lips together. You couldn’t say anything at the moment due to being almost 98% positive that if you did you would start sobbing. Gabriel sighed and held you tighter against him.

“Y/n, I love you. I don’t tell you enough and you deserve to hear it. I guess in ways I was scared to admit it. I’m not now. Everything you said last night was true and I needed to hear that. You wanted to know why I am the way I am…I’m ready to tell you everything now. There’s something else ...since you caught that bouquet…I want to marry you…”

Your eyes widened as you turned in Gabriel’s arms.

“I swear Gabriel if this is one of your tricks I’m going to slug you!”

Gabriel smirked.

“No tricks. It’s all serious. I want you all the way baby.”

He said with an innocent smirk watching Lily’s face for any signs of rejection.

“So sugar….”

You smiled again. Maybe this whole shitfest of a day was worth it after all. He knew that you wouldn’t want some skeptical made out of it. Plus Gabriel didn’t to be the whole down on one knee kind of guy anyway.

“Yes!”

You said as you stood on your tiptoes cramming your lips to the archangels. The two of you didn’t part for a moment once the kiss ended. It was just quiet cuddles.

“Get us back home.”

You whispered against his lips. Gabriel glanced over his shoulder, making sure no one was watching. He didn’t want to have to modify anyone’s memory at the moment. He was too preoccupied.

“Don’t you want to stay with your family for all of this ...stuff?”

You shook your head.

“No, and I don’t have to have something like this when we get married. I’m cool with Vegas.”

“You deserve more than that.”

Gabriel replied.

“You know I am no show-off.”

You said as you twirled one of his curls around your index finger. Gabriel raised an eyebrow.

“You may not be but I am. I want to show off what’s mine.”

You gave up and pressed your lips back to his.

“Can you get us home now?”

Gabriel smirked.

“You got it, sugar.”

He snapped his fingers and the next thing you knew the two of you were in your bedroom. Gabriel quickly pulled you on his lap. His face was back to the serious archangel as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Before we get too occupied I want you to know everything that happened before. Years ago…I was with another girl. She wasn’t at all like you. Lucifer found out about her and threatened to kill her. I thought breaking up with her would keep her safe. I thought it was the best thing to do. Damn, I was a jerk to her. I told her that I didn’t love her and that she bored me. Long story short I missed her too badly. I couldn’t stand being alone again. I went to talk to her…to tell her that I was wrong and everything that I said was a lie. When I arrived at her house the door was open. Right away everything felt wrong. She was dead when I found her. It wasn’t Lucifer that killed her but some common thief. If I had been there she wouldn’t have died. She was the only human I had ever let see my wings. I never planned on falling in love again. In fact, I swore I wouldn’t…then I found you. You haven’t deserved any of the venom that I have given you since we got together. I think deep down I was afraid that I would get you killed like her. Before you say anything I know that you are more than capable of taking care of yourself. I just…do not want to lose you.”

Your eyes had softened as you reached out cupping his cheek.

“Gabriel, you have been keeping me healthy since we got together. Nothing is going to happen to us.”

Gabriel smiled.

“I know. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

You leaned forward and pressed your lips to his.

“I’m still cool with Vegas.”

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My beloved daughter

Request: I was wondering if you would do a one-shot where Jensen's daughter is diagnosed with an auto immune disease like lupus? If you've heard of it?

Pairing: Jensen x Daughter!Reader, Jensen x Danneel

Warnings: angst, talk about autoimmune disease lupus, scared/sick reader,  comforting, medical procedures, language

“How about a movie night and some pizza?” Glancing at you Jensen wonders why you are silent. Something is bugging you; Jensen can see it written all over your face. “Kiddo, what’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing, dad.” Rubbing your left leg, you try to hide the pain or that you are scared something is terribly wrong with you.

“Y/N, I know something must be wrong. Does mom know?” Sitting next to you Jensen pats your thigh and you hiss in pain. “Okay, you are in pain, Sweetheart. What happened? Did you fall or did someone hurt you?”

“I don’t know…” Whimpering the words you nervously rub your arm. “Something is wrong, daddy.”

“What do you mean? Y/N, tell me what’s bugging you right now.” Brushing your hair aside you show Jensen a bald patch at the back of your head. “Y/N…”

“That’s not all, dad. Lately, I have joint pain and my muscles ache too. Worse than after a hard work out. I feel like I am tired all the time.” Sniffling you rub your eyes.

“You lost weight too, Y/N. Why didn’t you tell mom so?” Blinking the tears away you wipe your nose with the sleeve of your shirt.

“JJ was sick, and mom was so worried as the doctor told her it might be her appendix. I wanted them to have a nice weekend at the spa. I lied and said there’s a party at Sharon’s place.” Nodding Jensen takes your hand in his, squeezing it gently.

“I’ll get the car and we will drive to the hospital right now. No more hiding anything, Y/N. Wait here and daddy makes sure you will get help.”

On his way out of the house, Jensen needs to take deep breaths. With shaking fingers, he dials his wife’s number.

“We will need to make a complete check-up. Sarah over there will take some blood samples and I will call my colleague to let him have a look at the case of your daughter too. Mr. Ackles, I assume I know what your daughter is suffering off and if I am right, we need to talk about treatment and medication.”

Wide-eyed Jensen watches the doctor talk to the nurse. He can see the pity in her eyes as she takes several blood samples of you and his throat tightens.

“How worse is your assumption?” Voice trembling Jensen holds your hand as the doctor swallows hard.

“If I am right, and I hope I am not, its an autoimmune disease called lupus. But let’s hope my colleague will prove me wrong, Mr. Ackles. If you want to stay with your daughter, you can do so. I’ll be back as soon as we have the results.”

“Which tests will you do to find out if it’s this lupus thingy?” Looking at the doctor, scared the tests will hurt you squeeze your fathers’ hand.

“Don’t worry, Y/N. First, we will do an antinuclear antibody blood test. ANA is a type of antibody directed against the cells' nuclei.” Confused you look at the doctor, not understanding a single word he says.

“Let’s say this specific antibody is present in nearly everybody with active lupus. We use this test as a screening tool.”

“I don’t think I understand what you are saying but if it means we find out what’s happening to my daughter, we are all in, doctor.” Jensen stammers, holding your hand tighter.

“Don’t worry, Mr. Ackles. We will explain the tests more precisely later. For now, we will just name them, okay.” The doctor looks at you, a warm smile on his lips. “We will do more than one antibody test to be sure. We also will run some urine tests.”

Hours later Jensen paces around the hospital room. “Jensen, calm down, Baby. I know you are worried; I am too but we need to wait for the results. I searched for lupus and its…” Sniffling Danneel looks up at Jensen holding out her hand.

“I know, Danny but it drives me crazy to not know what’s wrong with Y/N. All those tests and the doctors running around, taking samples of my daughter.”

“Dad, I am scared…” Sniffling you look at Jensen and Danneel gets up to sling one arm around your shoulders. “We will get through his, Y/N. Everything is going to be alright.”

“What if I got this lupus thingy?” The door opens and you can see it in the doctor’s eyes. Whatever you have, it must be awful…

“Lupus…” Falling into a chair next to your bed Jensen holds back the tears. “My beloved daughter has an autoimmune disease?”

“We are sorry to tell you, Mr. Ackles but we are afraid it is lupus. We should talk about treatment, medications and what we can do to make Y/N live her life as normal as possible.”

While the doctor talks about how to ease your symptoms, bring down inflammation and how to prevent organ damage or other health problems you sniffle silently.

“Shhh, …we will make sure we find the best treatment, Y/N. You are not alone, Sweetheart. Mom and I are here, JJ too. Let’s listen to the doctor, okay.”

Nodding you lean your head against your fathers’ shoulder, listening closely to the doctor’s explanations. With every word leaving the doctor's mouth you become angstier.

Weeks ago, you were a healthy girl and now you suddenly feel like you are going to die or never be able to live the life you imagined.

“Don’t worry, Y/N. We will be going to kick that diseases ass…” Jensen whispers and you chuckle lightly. “Whatever you need, mom and I will make sure you’ll get it…”

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[feelingsdusk-writes]

Fides

Chapter 3

Stiles hasn’t slept a wink. His head is pounding a little bit and his eyes are tight and stinging. He’s been thinking about what to do and he still feels conflicted even after so many hours mulling over it. He turns in bed to glare at the glowing numbers of the clock in his nightstand. The alarm will go off in less than an hour and he resists the need to growl in frustration.

He just doesn’t understand. He’s a good kid. His room is clean and tidy, hell, the whole house is. He does the laundry, buys the groceries and cooks. He has either the best or one of the best grades of his whole year. What twelve-year-old does all that? What's more, what twelve-year-old with ADHD does that? And ok, he sometimes hacks to dig dirt and take revenge when people mess with him, but that’s just self-defense, because he’s never gone after anyone that hadn’t gone after him first. More importantly to the case at hand, he’s never been caught, not even when he acted all crazy when he was eight and his schoolmates behaved like it was the hunting season of the one-of-a-kind specimen named Stiles. Whatever he does, he always makes sure that there’s no way it could be traced back to him, that he has such an airtight alibi that it would be absurd to think it was him. Which means that his dad doesn’t know about that and he’s never been called to the school before yesterday. So why? Why is he so ready to not trust Stiles? If he hasn’t given him any real reason to distrust him, is it because he’s a cop and that general attitude is always seeping through the cracks until it taints his personal life too? He doesn’t understand and it’s exhausting, because letting all those assholes at school walk over him until nothing remains is not an option and he doesn’t know what else he can do to make things better with his dad.

(And, honestly, he’s starting, slowly, very slowly, to not give a damn.)

(Even though he doesn’t want to even contemplate that terrifying possibility because his dad is the only one he has left.)

One part of Stiles (the part that is brimming with resentment and anger about how things have been since his mom died) wants to just defy his dad with a cynical oops, sorry, I forgot to set the alarm. That part of him also wants to just send everything to hell and start giving his dad a real reason to distrust him, forcing the man to feel deeply the absence of everything that he has been overlooking or maybe taking for granted every single day ever since Stiles started taking care of almost everything around the house.

The other part of him (a colder, calmer and more practical one) knows how to pick his battles and also that this isn’t one that he can win. That part of him also realizes that if the general situation he lives in (with only those little sporadic fights against his dad) exhausts him, being in constant battle would be unbearable. Especially since he’s not on equal footing and his dad holds all the power. It would be like one man going against an imperium, and even though in movies that works, he’s more than mature enough to know who would win in his case.

Still, it rankles that there’s no way he can turn the whole situation in his favor unless he gets the twins to confess. Even if he aces the exam today, his dad is so convinced that he cheated that he’ll think that he busted his ass off studying and then left the textbook back on the kitchen table just for show. Or if he doesn’t think that, he’ll see his face this morning and think that he spent the whole night awake studying. He regrets so much not getting up to throw the textbook out of his room… except that wouldn’t have gone well either because it would have been like a declaration of war.

One thing is for sure, even if he can’t get the twins to confess, he’s going to make them regret it with every fiber of their beings.

Hah! Who is he kidding? He’s so pissed off that he’s going to do that either way.

Stiles sighs and reaches to turn off the alarm before it can even sound. He rubs his face frustrated and then heaves himself up with a grunt. As he does so, small dimly glowing dots start coming from inside the terrarium. A tiny part of him wonders about the magic they’ve used on the terrarium that makes it so that the glow they emit can’t be seen when they’re inside, but he dismisses the thought, too tired to care about that right now.

Odette barrels into his face and it takes him a moment to process that she’s hugging him. Ehaldun hovers behind her shyly, prompting a fond smile out of Stiles. He raises his hand and the kid first pries his sister from Stiles’ cheek and gives him a quick hug before making her sit with him on his palm.

“How are you?” he murmurs softly as he crosses his legs to sit more comfortably. “Did she hurt you?”

“Thankfully it was nothing but a scare, Stiles,” Eglantine interrupts before they can answer, gliding closer until she stands on his palm too. She keeps reaching to touch her children, as if to reassure herself. “We arrived before she could do more. But you need to be careful, she’s really dangerous.”

“I gathered that,” he nods frowning. Just what he needs today, more problems. Awesome.

“She’s a huntress,” Lorelle interjects as she comes near with Aelfdene in tow. Both elders look grim and wary. They keep exchanging covert looks that put Stiles instantly on edge.

“A huntress… of supernaturals, you mean,” he guesses instantly and the elders nod. And that’s bad news because if Stiles is really a spark, that means that he’s a supernatural too, and therefore that places him within their sights. “Is it some kind of sport for them? Or a crusade?”

“For some it’s both. We’re abominations to them,” the elder sighs, world-weary and just her tired expression makes her look way older than she already is.

“An abomination, wonderful,” Stiles sighs, sarcasm thick, and rubs his eyes tiredly with his free hand. Then it dawns on him. “Just some?“

“Most old families have a code of conduct they’re supposed to follow that forbids them to attack innocents.” Aelfdene snorts at Lorelle’s words and he’s echoed by many.

“Supposed?”

“What do you think happened to our home?” Beriadan snaps but Stiles doesn’t take it to heart, knowing it’s not directed at him. She isn’t even looking at him, her gaze lost as if she’s seeing things that aren’t there.

“Was it her?” he asks calmly instead.

“We don’t know,” Lorelle sighs again. Aelfdene's face is pinched, he obviously still doesn't want to rely on Stiles this much but knows that there's no other way. For the better or the worse, at this moment they depend on him to survive.

“It happened too fast,” a man to her left adds, pained, echoed by others that speak too softly for Stiles to understand.

“We were… and suddenly there was fire everywhere,” a girl chokes out as she embraces another girl. “When we tried to fly out…”

“Whoever they were, they sprayed something on us and it was like poison,” the other girl finishes.

“The ones of us that managed to fly further and hide survived,” Lorelle takes over. “We managed to regroup after we regained consciousness, even though we were incredibly sick. It took days before some of us felt good enough to sneak in to search for any other survivors. There was nothing left.”

“Could the hunters have taken anyone with them?” Stiles asks immediately and both Lorelle and Aelfdene shake his head. “Are you sure? You said you were unconscious for a while…”

“We have our ways, Stiles. None of them survived,” Aelfdene’s response is needlessly harsh, sharp and unequivocal. In the face of that, Stiles holds his tongue and nods.

“I’m sure that she didn’t see me but I’ll be careful,” he concedes simply as he lowers his hand onto his nightstand to let it’s occupants get off.

“But are you completely sure?” Eglantine prods gently.

Stiles gets it. He saved the kids and they’re grateful, so they don’t want anything bad to happen to him. But also, if that woman even remotely suspects that Stiles is involved, what stops her from simply breaking into the house when he’s at school to check it out? His address is on his record, and she probably has access to that. Moreover, the terrarium is not exactly inconspicuous. A normal person would see the ewok village and wouldn’t even think to associate it to fairies, but she is a huntress, not a normal person. And in the remote possibility that she didn’t immediately associate the terrarium as a fairy village, Stiles still has the box he stole from her in his closet.

There are four things that could get him caught: the traffic cameras, his fingerprints, the printer and the glittery box.

If that huntress has access to the traffic cameras or can get her hands on the feed from the shops that have cameras too, she won’t find anything. Stiles knows the blind spots of the town like the back of his hand and unless someone installed a new camera on the last twenty hours that he doesn’t know of, he’s safe. He’ll check it out just in case.

As for the fingerprints he may have left while sneaking around school, his hands were covered by his sleeves both when he snuck in and out and when he opened or closed the doors as he searched around. If he slipped up without noticing, there will be so many other fingerprints that his will be lost. Maybe this precaution seems too much, but in Stiles’ opinion it never hurts to be careful and in the slim chance that she checked for fingerprints, it would have been a problem if his fingerprints appeared on every door of the school. Even with his heart pounding with fear and adrenaline at that last moment, he had the presence of mind to cover his hands with his sleeves as he climbed out the window. The only time he forgot himself was when he checked the box, which is why he didn’t leave it behind.

And now the only doubt left is if he left some kind of trace when he hacked into the printer or not, because he didn’t use his backup phone for that. Yesterday he used a very simple code to hack into the printer, basically giving it orders to print indefinitely the last archive in its memory. He revises the code mentally and yes, no one will be able to link him to it. If they check who sent the order to print, it will show the owner of the last printed archive. And even if that hunter suspects foul play, because Stiles can see that the printer turning on just before the captive fairies disappeared is too much of a coincidence, no one knows that he has that kind of skill or even suspects. He started learning after he lost all his friends and he has never flaunted it. And when he uses it to get revenge it’s because he can’t do it any other way, which means that enough time has passed and people on the receiving end of it, whom also expect a more hands-on approach from him, don’t link it to back to Stiles.

“Yeah,” he replies. “Once I get rid of the box, we’re clear. But it never hurts to be careful, so you should strengthen your wards and maybe… place something on the doors and windows that alerts you if anyone other than me or my dad comes in? That way you can hide? Is that a thing?”

Lorelle and Aelfdene exchange a short glance, seemingly debating silently about something, before the first talks. Again Aelfdene's expression sours, clearly against sharing more information that could be used against them but letting Lorelle have her way. “We can place some magic to alert us if anyone enters the house but… we can’t be as selective as that. Besides, if she is the one that attacked us, she already knows how to circumvent it and it would only serve to confirm our presence to her if she came to investigate on a hunch.”

Stiles hums as he gathers a change of clothes. “And what about placing a sentry? You have those communication runes, right? Place people on guard to alert you of intruders and that will give you enough time to hide in case of an emergency. At least until we can think of a better solution.”

“We can do that,” Eglantine nods, echoed by Beriadan and some other guards, and then sighs. “It’s such a shame, though.”

“Eglantine!” Aelfwine admonishes.

“What! I’m only saying…”

“What? What is a shame?” Stiles asks, frowning.

“I swear, Eglantine! You have no shame! We can’t have him more involved…”

“This has nothing to do with shame! And he’s already involved, there’s no turning back!”

“She’s right, Aelfwine,” Beriadan interjects.

“He’s done more than enough and we’ve already put him in danger by moving into his home!”

“We know that, but leaving him defenseless would be doing him a disservice,” Beriadan answers calmly.

“Exactly! It is more than enough reason for him-”

“You only want-”

“Don’t insult me! All of us would benefit from-”

“Eglantine, Beriadan, Aelfwine, that’s enough,” Aelfdene cuts in sharply, Lorelle sighing exasperated beside him.

“Explanation, please?” Stiles demands crossing his arms and frowning.

“Spark magic is stronger in those kinds of wards,” Beriadan answers plainly, ignoring Aelfwine’s protests, “but you’re not trained and we don’t have that kind of knowledge.”

Stiles sits on the bed mulling over that. He gets why Aelfwine is protesting but he likes Eglantine and Beriadan’s direct approach more. So, the way he sees it, the situation is like the following. He doesn’t owe them anything but he’s letting them stay and he still risked himself to go looking for the kids, possibly placing himself on the radar of the hunters by doing so. This has made the fairies in general (especially Eglantine and her kids) warm up to him. Still, some of them fear that since they can’t offer him anything in exchange, he’ll change his mind and kick them out, which, admittedly, would be the sensible thing to do. Eglantine owes her kids’ life to him and she’s deeply grateful, which is why she wants him to be as prepared as he can just in case. Beriadan is more practical about the whole issue: if Stiles knows more magic, he can protect himself and the fairies (which she assumes he would do, because he has already showed the inclination to do so) better. Aelfwine, on the other hand, thinks that they should cut his involvement to keep Stiles safe. And Aelfdene is trying to shut them up because he fears that he’ll make them leave if they confirm that they can only give him information about the supernatural world and no real training.

While he appreciates Aelfwine’s concern, out of the four he likes Eglantine and Beriadan’s approach the best. Lorelle and Aelfdene, while he understands, he's not very happy with.

“Okay,” he starts after a moment, “let’s be clear: I hate when people lie to me. It pisses me off like you wouldn’t believe. So don’t lie to me or try to manipulate me, period. Apart from the moral part of it, which I don’t care about,” he makes a dismissive gesture with his hand, “want to know why in this case? Because I could have been trying to guess how my powers work ever since you told me what I was, instead of waiting for you to teach me the way more safely. And now that we need it, I don’t have even the foggiest clue on how to use them. Don’t get me wrong, I understand that you were looking for your people in extreme circumstances and you didn’t know me, but I think that by now I’ve proven that I’m at least a little bit trustworthy, haven’t I? When you chose to come here you said that my magic marked it as a safe place, right? So something in it must have told you that I wouldn’t harm you? In any case, trusting me or not, you have to decide if you’re going to work with me or not, because I’m not going to harm you, but I’m not going to get harmed because of you either, just because you knowingly kept things that I needed to know from me. Think about it.”

Stiles doesn’t push it anymore. If the situation was reversed, he knows it would take more time for him to trust them, but he’d be willing to give the benefit of doubt after what happened yesterday. He leaves them to chew on the bone he’s left them and starts getting prepared to leave for school. It’s very early still, but it’s not like he has anything else to do.

First he makes sure to hang all the clothes he used yesterday and then he looks at the box, thinking about how to destroy it. It’s cardboard, so he decides to wet it until he can just make a ball (making sure the glitter stays in the center of it) to throw to the trash. He sneaks into the kitchen silently to grab the cleaning bucket and then he leaves the box soaking hidden inside his closet while he takes a quick shower.

When he finishes, most of the fairies have gone back to the terrarium. Only the elders remain, and neither of them talk as he makes a ball with the soaked box and puts it inside a plastic bag to throw out hidden among other trash. He also throws the water from the bucket to the toilet and makes sure that there’s isn’t any glitter left on either of them.

“We can teach you the runes. The basics are the same for everyone, it’s the way of using or activating them that varies,” Lorelle says finally. Aelfdene remains stony at her side but he looks resigned about the whole thing, even though he obviously still doesn't like the situation one bit. “Of course there’s more to spark magic than just runes, but apart from stories about it that may or may not be truthful, sadly we have nothing more to give you. We can share general knowledge about the supernatural world too, but, again, it may be incomplete or off the mark without our knowledge.”

“Ok, I can work with that,” Stiles replies simply as he goes to pick up his bag. He waves goodbye to a wildly gesturing Odette, whom is peeking over the top of the crystal wall of the terrarium, copied more sedately by Ehaldun. When he receives some verbal goodbyes from the rest of the fairies, he answers to those too. “If you’re going to place those sentries, remember to wait until my dad leaves… or hide very well.”

“We will.”

He looks at the textbook still lying where it fell beside the bed and then sighs tiredly as he bends to pick it up. It’s going to be a long day.

(But at least he’s finally getting somewhere with the fairies.)

—

By the time he makes it to school, the cold and crispy morning air has taken care of the last vestiges of drowsiness that had remained stubbornly even after his cold shower. He has taken his Adderall, but it’s not magical, so he’s welcomed the cold weather on his way there.

It’s too early and still dark, so he locks his bike and prepares to eat the pop tarts that he prepared before leaving, not wanting to see his dad today. They’re cold by now, but he doesn’t really care. There are some cars in the parking lot, including the ones he assumes to be the huntress’ and the security guard’s. He debates for a moment as he munches a tart and then he decides to try the entrance door to see if it’s open, because the cold was nice when he was moving, but right now it’s a bit too much. He doesn’t think he’ll have a problem because he does have a legitimate reason to be here this early… Well, not so early, but he has enough indignation and anger about the whole situation to draw an excuse from, so he decides to risk it. With any luck, this will help cement the idea in the huntress’ mind that he has nothing to do with her disappeared hostages.

Stiles pushes on the door and it opens easily. He finishes the first pop tart as he crosses the hallway leisurely and when he takes the stairs he’s halfway through his second. As he climbs them, he wonders if Eglantine’s runes are still there. This morning he didn’t think of it, but should he try to erase them? They left three marks before they had to beat a hasty retreat. He’ll have to ask Eglantine later because if the hunters found a way to evade their wards, maybe they can see their runes too? In any case, he’s not going to do anything right now, because, one, he can’t see them himself and he only remembers vaguely where she put them on the door and the stairs, and two, he can’t risk getting caught doing it. If that huntress knows they’re there, she’ll be keeping an eye on them and Stiles is not going to fall into that trap. Besides, unless the huntress knows how to track the residual magic that Eglantine may have left on them, it’s not like they’re very incriminating. They actually help Stiles because she may think that only other fairies were involved in the rescue.

Just as he’s turning to leave the stairs a hand falls harshly on his shoulder, making him choke with a mouthful. “Well, well, what do we have here?” a woman’s voice says. “Did you forget something, mmm?“

And of course the very first thing that happens to him is that he crosses paths with the huntress. Still, he has more pressing things to care about right now, like not dying because he choked on a pop tart. Well, at least this answers the question, doesn’t it? She can somehow see the runes because, if he recalls well, there’s one on the door behind her and another one on the wall just beside him. Too much of a coincidence that she’s waiting right there. Stiles reminds himself that he hasn’t done anything that indicates that he was looking for the runes to erase them. In other words, she’s fishing and taking advantage of having surprised him to see if he spills anything.

“Oh, my god, you nearly killed me,” he lets out in a strained voice when he finally stops coughing his lungs out. His heart is still rabbiting in his chest and he tries to control his breathing. He throws at her a wary look, like he would to any stranger that grabbed him out of the blue, and he tries to escape her hold. She not only doesn’t let go but tightens her grip.

“Ah, ah, ah,“ she tuts, and her smile is really unsettling. “No escaping for you. Name?”

“You’re hurting me, let go,” he grumbles as he glares at her heatedly. Then he purposely raises his voice a few notches. “Ok, this is officially the worst day ever. First my dad grounds me and now this? This is the worst! But, hey, why not? Punish me for something I didn’t do too and join the club!”

“What?” the woman says, clearly surprised.

“Ms. Sterling, is everything okay?” A male voice reaches them. Score, Stiles thinks when he recognizes the night guard. “Another one?”

“So it seems,” she answers and then she starts pulling him in the direction of the principal’s office. “I’m going to get this one to the principal too.”

“Need any help?”

“I can manage, don’t worry.”

“Maybe just in case…”

If she’s not happy with the night guard dogging their steps, Stiles can’t tell from her expression, but she does stop trying to puncture his skin with her fingers, even if she keeps her hand on his shoulder to steer him in the direction of the principal’s office, so Stiles is thankful for his presence. Stiles just keeps the facade of a disgruntled child the whole way there and ignores the conversation the two adults maintain.

She knocks on the door firmly but doesn’t wait for the principal to bid them in. She pushes Stiles into the room, just as the security guard leaves with a wave.

“I have another one for you, Emily,” she says.

“Stiles?” Mr. Andrews exclaims before the principal can get a word in.

Stiles takes stock of the room quickly. The twins are there, along with whom he thinks are their parents, Mr. Andrews and Mrs. Callahan, the principal. He doesn’t know what’s happening, but hell if he’s not going to take advantage of this.

“You know him then?”

“He’s one of my students,” he replies sighing.

“I caught him sneaking in-”

“I wasn’t sneaking in,” Stiles interrupts with an angry face. “You told me to be here to retake that exam and here I am. But for the record, I didn’t cheat and it’s really stupid to think that I would when I always have good grades. This is unfair and the only reason I’m here now is because my dad will ground me for forever if I’m not. And I can prove that I wasn’t the one cheating and it will be even more unfair if you don’t let me do it. And just so you know…“

“You can,” Mr. Andrews says sounding more interested than Stiles expected.

“I can?” Stiles blinks for a second. “I mean, yeah, I can.”

“Prove it, then. There’s not going to be a better time than this, now that we’re all here.” When the twins and their parents start to protest, he raises his hand, successfully silencing them. “If they didn’t cheat, they shouldn’t be worried. They did get a 98% after all. So Stiles, do go on.”

Okay, this is going way better than Stiles expected and it’s a little confusing, but he’s not going to let this opportunity pass, so he shakes it off quickly and barrels on. “Ask me anything and I’ll answer.”

“That just proves that you studied for today, Stiles.”

“I know, but I bet you anything you want that if you ask any of them,” he answers triumphantly, savoring how pale the twins are becoming by the minute, “they won’t have the answers.”

“And if they do?”

“I know they won’t, or not enough to get a 98% anyway.”

It turns out that Stiles is right and they don’t. With Mr. Andrews grilling them and the added pressure of their parents and the principal’s presence, the twins break halfway through. Everyone knows that Mr. Andrews always grades the exams two or three days after they take them, so they snuck into school to rewrite their exams because they had done pretty badly. When they were doing it, they had the idea of copying Stiles’ exam to make it seem like Stiles was the one that had cheated. And it worked, but then they caught wind of Mr. Andrews letting him retake the exam because they heard their parents talking about it. Not knowing what else to do, they decided to sneak in yesterday night again to try to steal the new exam from the teachers' room, because even though only Stiles had to retake the exam, they were worried that he’d do so well that it would make Mr. Andrews suspicious and he’d make them take it again too, and there was no way they could cram everything in just one afternoon to get a similar grade a second time. Stiles nearly cackles when he hears it, but it turns out they got caught because the printer suddenly turned on. Of course, Mr. Andrews grew suspicious after Ms. Sterling and the night guard caught them trying to steal the second exam, which is why he let Stiles try to prove his innocence.

Karma. The name is Karma. Very nice to meet you.

What’s even better is that the twins don’t even get to spread rumors about Stiles cheating because they’re getting suspended for the rest of the week for doing exactly that and trying to incriminate Stiles and an entire week in addition to that for sneaking into the school to steal the exams, which is going to be on their record permanently.

Mr. Andrews apologizes as he guides him out of the office and promises to call his dad, which at this point, to be honest, he doesn’t care much about, because this is nothing but a bittersweet victory and it doesn’t make everything okay again. An apology isn’t going to erase how deeply his dad’s refusal to even listen to him or to let him prove his innocence hurts. This is just the best outcome he can get out of this all around shitty situation because at least his father will now have proof that he didn’t cheat and Stiles won’t get punished for something he didn’t do.

“I’ll take him,” Sterling offers when Mr. Andrews talks about getting him at least a cocoa from the kitchens to make up for having to wait nearly an hour until class starts, and no. Just no.

“You should try to sleep for a bit, Kaitlyn, you were awake all night, after all…”

“Kate, please,“ she smiles and why is Stiles so creeped out by it? Mr. Andrews seems to like it quite fine.

“Kate. Charlie, then, please.”

It’s like that tale about the spider and the fly, and Mr. Andrews is falling so hard for the act that Stiles is nauseated. He wonders if it would be too obvious to just let himself fall to the ground and then crawl the hell out of here before she devours him too… But of course it would be and he has watched way too many cartoons.

“Charlie,” she lilts as she smiles coyly, taking the man’s hand to shake it. “And I don’t mind taking him because I could use one now too.“ And then she winks, of all things. “Besides, I don’t have class until fifth period and I can take a nap after I take him to the cafeteria.”

“If you’re sure you don’t mind…”

Farewell Charlie Andrews…

“I don’t.”

“Here, then,” he nods as he passes her the keys to open the kitchen’s door.

… may you rest in peace.

“Come on, Stiles,” she says as she passes her arm over his shoulders. Just for a second, Stiles feels like a little mouse cornered by a snake and he shudders. He’s pretty sure her smile acquires a shark edge to it in response and has to stomp on the urge to tell her what exactly his father does for a living and yes, he does carry a gun and knows how to use it, so get your damn paws off me lest you lose them. “Let’s get you something warm,” she adds as she rubs his arm comfortingly.

She doesn’t talk again until they’re sitting facing each other at the nearest table with a mug full of cocoa each. Stiles doesn’t let that get him nervous or lure him into a false sense of security, even though if outwardly he makes it look like the latter.

Maturity wise, Stiles is pretty advanced for his age. It’s not only because of what happened with his dad, but because the better he got at hacking, the older the crowd he moved with got, so he learned fast about topics that a kid his age should have no business knowing about to pass off as a much older person on the net, or he wouldn’t have been taken seriously due to his age. If it wasn’t for that, he’s sure one Kaitlyn Sterling would have him for breakfast very easily and then ask for seconds. Even so, as things are now, he’s not sure if he’s going to get out of this conversation unscathed, and he can’t afford to make any mistake in this.

“Rough night?“ she asks commiserating, and when Stiles just shrugs and keeps looking at his mug fixedly, she reaches to touch his hand. “You have panda eyes.”

He has to throw her a bone or she’s going to continue digging until she gets a reaction out of him. Either he controls where this conversation goes or she’s going to eat him alive. This is nothing like interacting with his peers or even stupid teenagers, where he has to be careful with what his face is giving up but not overly so, because it’s how he twists his words that gets him what he wants. Not even the people he talks to on the net, whom are much older and experienced, are this difficult to manage either, because he doesn’t have to worry about what face he’s making when someone surprises him or nearly gets the upper hand. Sterling is using a tactic Stiles has used before, where she gets information whether he talks or not. So right here, right now, he has to have an almost impossibly tight control of his facial expression and his body language on top of what comes out of his mouth, to avoid giving up anything.

“My dad didn’t believe me when I told him I hadn’t cheated,” he mumbles before she can push more.

“So you couldn’t sleep.” When he just nods in answer, she continues unfazed by his closed off attitude. “I understand, you know? After all you didn’t cheat and he didn’t believe you.“

“Yeah. I tried to prove to him that I hadn’t cheated but he wouldn’t listen.” His fingers clench around the mug unconsciously and she pats his hand.

“That must have been so frustrating…” she nods, removing her hand from where it was still resting on top of his.

“It was. I haven’t done anything to them and they keep coming after me.”

Her expression turns completely serious. She’s good, so good at this, and if he didn’t already know that she’s basically a murderer, he’d be fooled. “I hope you aren’t thinking about getting into trouble to get revenge, though, Stiles. I know it’s tempting after what they’ve done but-”

“Why would I?” he interjects. “I never thought about that,” she raises both eyebrows skeptically but keeping her amicable expression, and he flushes before he can control it. Damn it. “Ok, maybe I did, but that was only if I couldn’t convince Mr. Andrews about letting me prove that I hadn’t cheated or making them repeat the exam too.”

“Seriously?” she asks, keeping the same skeptic yet friendly face.

“They’ve gotten suspended and grounded, and on top of that they won’t be able to spread rumors about me,” he shrugs. “It can’t get any better than that and I don’t want my dad to tell me off again. Or even worse, ground me.”

“I used to argue a lot with my mom too. It pissed me off so much! Sometimes I was so angry that I would climb out the window and disappear for the whole night. I was such a brat,“ she laughs self-deprecatingly as she explains what she used to do on those nights.

“Oh my god, my dad would kill me if I did that.” He feigns an earnest expression to cover an alarmed one. She suspects him all right and he doesn’t know why. Judging by the line of questioning she’s taken, maybe she’s just shooting in the dark because of this whole exam robbery thing. Because if she has heard about him before, she knows he likes to get back at the people that cross him and sneaking into school to get the twins caught wouldn’t be too far off. He has the feeling, though, that she doesn’t think that he rescued the fairies or her questions wouldn’t be this obvious… or amicable for that matter. Maybe she thinks that he saw someone else and she’s trying to get it out of him? Still, she wants to talk? Okay, they’re going to talk, but about her. “What did your mom do?”

“Ground me, of course,” she laughs and Stiles snickers before he can think of it. “What else? But she couldn’t take away the fun I’d had already,” she adds with a wink, making him smile back unconsciously again.

One thing is for sure, if it wasn’t because she doesn’t think him guilty and she’s going in with kid gloves, she’d have caught him very easily, and Stiles needs to brush up those skills pronto if these conversations with her are going to be a thing. And unless this particular conversation serves to prove to her that he has nothing to do with the fairies’ Houdini act, he’s pretty sure they are until she gets what she wants from him.

“I’d never dare, you know? My dad is the sheriff and all his deputies have known me since I was a baby. I’d be brought back home by the ears not even five minutes after leaving home. I wouldn’t be surprised if my dad had put in one of those pet microchips with the way he always knows where I am and what I’m doing.” She starts laughing and he scowls as he mumbles. “Not funny.”

“It kind of is, though.”

“No it’s not,” he pouts and she laughs harder.

“Well, kiddo, that just means that you have to be craftier about it, that’s all.”

“Are you seriously telling me to misbehave? What kind of teacher are you?”

“A fun one?” She joins Stiles when he snickers and then she yawns spectacularly. “And a dead one too. Sorry to cut this short, kiddo, but I’m going to hide in an AV room and sleep for a couple of hours at least. Do you mind if I leave you alone? I can…”

“That’s ok,” he cuts in. “I don’t mind, I’ll just read for a bit.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yeah.”

“See you around then.”

“Sleep well.”

Somehow he’s dodged the bullet. Unbelievable. Now he’s not going to move at all from his seat for the next twenty minutes at this obvious trap. And unless Eglantine tells him that those marks can be used to track her, he’s going to forget they even exist.

—

He gets through the day trying to not fall asleep every minute and succeeding mostly, even though he loses the count on how many times he has to splash his face with cold water to help himself. He doesn’t see Sterling again but he can’t shake the feeling of being watched, so he mentally cheers when the last bell sounds and he can go home.

“I’m home!” he calls as he enters, feeling a little weird, because he hasn’t said that in a long time. Still, it’s a way to let the fairies know it’s him and he takes note mentally to work out a code with them so, in case something is wrong and they have to hide, he can let them know beforehand and without being suspicious. “Hi, Beriadan,” he greets her as he takes a look around. Another fairy pops out from behind a picture on the shelf near the door to the backyard and waves at him, which he responds in kind.

“Hello, Stiles. Rough day?” she asks with a wave as she glides near. “Any problems?”

“More like long,” he answers sheepish, rubbing the back of his head with a sigh. “A really long, long day. And nope, no problems so far but we’ll see how that goes. It’s too early to tell. Everything fine here? Anything suspicious?”

“Not that we noticed. We placed the sentries after your father left like you suggested, but we haven’t dared to place proximity runes on the perimeter. At this point, seeing what happened, doing that might actually give our presence away rather than help us.” Stiles hums in answer, frowning, but before he can get a word in, Beriadan continues speaking, obviously opting for the direct route. “How did the exam go?”

He clears his throat feeling pretty uncomfortable about the fact that probably every fairy listened to the delightful conversation he had with his dad yesterday. “I didn’t have to take it in the end. They caught the ones responsible before that.”

She looks at him for a moment, gaze penetrating. “You don’t seem too happy about that.”

“I am. It saved me the hassle of having to find a way to make them confess,” he shrugs flippantly and her lips twitch reluctantly. “Is Eglantine upstairs? I need to ask her something.”

“Yeah,” she replies simply, letting the matter go. Stiles sighs inwardly in relief and advances towards the stairs. “At the library, I think. She was trying to compile everything for your lesson.” When she sees the smile that stretches on his face, she rolls her eyes. Then when that same smile vanishes, she frowns. “Is everything okay?”

As he expected, there’s an apology brownie waiting for him on the kitchen counter. He can see it from where he stands and he has to stomp on the desire to throw it through the window. He manages to contain himself by very little. “Yeah. Everything’s cool.”

“Sure?”

“Yep,” he says, mustering a smile. “Talk to you later, Beriadan, I need to talk to Eglantine,” he adds as he climbs the stairs, ignoring the brownie altogether.

Stiles nods to the two guards outside the terrarium (Alvara and Fafnir, if he recalls well) as he enters his bedroom, letting his bag fall beside his desk chair. Just as he’s bending to untie his sneakers, Odette comes barreling out from the terrarium and into his face like this morning. Stiles can see already that this is going to become a thing and he can’t decide if he likes it or not. Ehaldun comes right behind her with a shy wave and then grabs his sister’s shirt to pull her away from him, obviously noticing his discomfort. Stiles sighs inwardly, battle already lost, before reaching to pull the kid near, so he can follow his sister’s steps too. The little boy’s flush shouldn’t be this cute, and Stiles has just found out that maybe he’s a sucker for little kids. He lets Odette babble about anything and everything as he opens his laptop and turns it on, only intervening to pull Ehaldun into the conversation when he notices he wants to say something but he’s too shy to interrupt.

“Is your mom available?” Stiles asks after he finishes the quick check of the security cameras but finds nothing new. Unless someone put a personal camera with no intranet or connection to the Internet, he’s safe. “I need to ask her something.”

“I’ll get mom!” Odette exclaims happily before she rushes into the terrarium.

Stiles catches a strange expression on Ehaldun’s face as she leaves before the kid can cover it. Ever since he met the two siblings, the boy hasn’t let his little sister out of his sight. In fact, this has been the first time he hasn’t trailed after her after she’s moved farther than an arm’s length of distance from him and also the first time he’s seen him alone. It doesn’t take a genius to know the cause of this behavior, after all that’s happened to them. First the attack on their colony and then the whole failed school trip debacle. It’s no wonder that he doesn’t want to let her out of his sight. Odette doesn’t seem so affected by what happened to the colony (as opposed to her encounter with the huntress, which left her shaken), so Stiles guesses that either she wasn’t present or she was too young to fully understand what was happening.

In any case, Ehaldun wasn’t so lucky.

“Wanna play a game?” Stiles asks because the kid looks deeply uncomfortable with the silence and it’s almost painful to watch.

“A game?” Ehaldun repeats softly, his voice almost inaudible. He looks interested, though, so Stiles counts that as a win.

“Here, this is fun,” he replies as he opens the Minesweeper and starts playing a round to show him how it works. “It’s a puzzle game. You see that board?” Ehaldun nods, flying to hover Stiles’ shoulder to watch what he does. “You have to clear it. Under each square there are either mines or a number. If there’s a number, like here,” he points to a two he’s just uncovered. “This means that there are two mines around that square. You have to avoid those mines. If you hit them, it’s game over.” Stiles continues playing and the kid finally relaxes enough to sit on Stiles’ shoulder and starts piping suggestions on where to click. It’s almost too adorable the way Ehaldun jumps, startled when they make a mistake and the mines go off. “Wanna try?” Stiles offers, trying not to snicker at his pout and determined look.

“Yes, please,” he replies, nodding eagerly.

“Can you move the mouse? If it’s too difficult I can set it up with the keyboard. Try first and we’ll see.”

“Okay.”

Stiles mentally pats his shoulder, satisfied. Admittedly, he doesn’t know the kid much, even though Odette has dragged him almost daily to watch Stiles do his homework or other things, but this is the most excited he’s seen Ehaldun since he’s known him. He normally sits back and just observes with a closed off expression, only answering to his sister when she badgers him.

“Keyboard, it is,” Stiles says when it’s obvious that with the mouse it’s too awkward. “Gimme a moment.”

“Sorry,” Ehaldun mumbles, face red in shame.

“What for?”

“I-I…”

“You don’t,” he replies simply to what he knows the kid is going to say. “Here you go. Use the cross here to command the selection up, down, right or left. To select the square you press the enter.”

“What’s that?” Odette cries happily, Eglantine coming more sedately behind here. “I wanna play too. Can I? Please? Please?”

When Ehaldun looks like he’s about to let his sister go at it in his place, Stiles intervenes. “Here, Odette,” he stops the boy as he speaks, making him a gesture to keep on playing. He opens a duplicate window with the same game and explains to her the rules quickly before letting her play with another part of the keyboard. Stiles tunes them out as he turns his attention to Eglantine. There’s a strange expression on her face but he dismisses it to get to the matter at hand. “Remember where you left those two runes at the door of the hall that connects the two buildings and the stairs?” She nods. “When I got to school this morning, that huntress was waiting right at that exact place.” She startles and he rushes to explain what happened, distractedly reaching to help Odette when she seems to get too frustrated. “It could be a coincidence, sure, because, strategically, that’s a place where I would hide to catch someone. You can control a bigger area there. But I think that it confirms that Sterling either can see those runes somehow or rune magic leaves some kind of sign and she knows what to look for. Now my question is: if she can see them, can she trace the user or can she just see them if they are on her way?”

“That’s impossible.”

“Well, obviously…”

“No, Stiles. I mean it, it’s impossible,” she interrupts vehemently. “There are two ways of doing runic magic: either you use some kind of ink to write the rune or your own innate magic. If I had used ink, sure, a smidgen of the caster’s energy always remains on it, because it mixes with that ink or whatever you used to write it no matter how much you try to avoid it and makes it impossible for the array to consume it. But I didn’t do that, I used the second method. It takes more energy to do it, but the moment you stop feeding the runes magic, they disappear.”

“Does that happen immediately?” he asks after a moment of consideration.

Eglantine frowns, crossing her arms contemplatively. She smiles warmly when Odette lets out a startled scream when the mines go off, followed by a happy giggle as she starts another round. Ehaldun smiles triumphantly when he clears the board and Stiles smiles back, making the kid flush. A couple of older kids come out, obviously drawn out by the noise they’re making. They settle for taking turns without Stiles’ intervention so he turns his attention back to Eglantine.

“I don’t know the exact time, but I think it takes a bit for the runes to consume the remaining energy once you stop feeding them. A couple of minutes or more depending on the array? In any case, whether it is traced with ink or magic, the array converts the magic, acting as a filter, essentially changing it’s nature and leaving it unrecognizable. We’ve tried tracking it before and it’s impossible.”

“And are you completely sure about that?” She nods and he hums in response. “Can we do an experiment? To see how long it takes for a communication rune to fade, I mean. Maybe Sterling saw them before they faded?”

Eglantine places the array on the table. After approximately the same amount of time that she kept them up at the school, she stops feeding them. It takes about twenty minutes to fade. They make more tests with various different arrays and it turns out that depending on the one used, it needs more or less energy to function.

Conclusion? It’s possible that the huntress found them before they faded. So, either, best case scenario, it’s pure coincidence that she’s was right there waiting for him (which means that, if she was the one to destroy the colony, she was lucky, she crossed paths with a fairy and then she followed them home) or, worst case scenario, she can see runic magic, or the signs left by it somehow. In any case, seeing that Sterling can’t track a magic that is long gone by now, it’s better that Stiles does his best to not raise her suspicions. The sooner she forgets about him, the better.

With that out of the way, since they’re already talking about runes, they work out a schedule for the lessons. Eglantine will start with the basics, since she’s the one that usually teaches that to the kids. When he masters that, either Beriadan or Aelfwine, depending on their availability, will take over to teach him the rest. The elders will impart their vast knowledge about the supernatural world in between those lessons. If any of them is otherwise occupied, other fairies will take over the lessons.

At dinner time, his dad calls to tell him he will be late and to apologize, in that order and very awkwardly.

Stiles does throw the brownie into the trash in the end.

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Amazing Quotes from the comics

Below are some of my favorite quotes from each person. Sorry this list is long. 

Bruce Wayne/Batman

- Death is powerless against you if you leave a legacy of good behind. Death is powerless against you if you do your job. My father saved the lives of over four thousand people, one at a time... with his bare hands and his mind. Death was with him the entire time.

-  Clark, I'm sure anywhere you go in the universe, you'll find stupid people.

-  You don't know how I question myself and everything I've become. The right of it. The wrong of it. Not allowing myself any reward for the good. Damning myself for every mistake. Thinking of everyone who's sacrificed themselves in my war. Everyone close to me. Everyone who cared.

- Our greatest glory is not in ever falling, but in rising every time we fall.

-  Sometimes it’s only madness that makes us what we are.

Selina Kyle/Catwoman

- Live fast. Love hard. Die young. Leave a good-smelling corpse.

-  A long time ago, before I put on this mask, I was afraid of everything

-  "Your ex-lover, a murderous psychopath who has repeatedly made our lives a living hell, nearly burns my new home to the ground and all you can say is 'gross'?!

-  Show a man what he expects to see, and he won't look beneath the surface.

Alfred Pennyworth

-  I fear sometimes, dear boy, that if you don't give this up, you'll have nothing. You can't have darkness and light at the same time, Master Bruce..

-  Everyone has a vulnerability

-  Hnn. At least when Master Richard snuck out, he had the decency to construct a pillow dummy.

-  Pirate Stories-why did I love them as a boy? Because at heart they're about children who rebel against their parents to create new lives for themselves. They're stories of defiance. But the trick is, when you look at them as a parent, you see, they're actually written as cautionary tales. The child comes home in the end, just before doom strikes the ship. But in this tale, Bruce, the one I've helped make for you, Batman...I worry it has gone on too long...that I've kept it going with you long past it's natural end. That's what I was screaming about when you were on the wrecked submarine. Not the ways you've failed me but the ways I may have failed you.

Kate Kane/Batwoman

-  You coming? Or do I have to smash this bitch in the teeth all by myself?

-  You think I'm afraid of you? Any of you? You gave me a bulletproof suit, you morons! What can you do to stop me?

-  You will never get these years with her back, and a daughter needs her mom. I know I did. And I would've done anything to have more time with her. I can't be the reason for doing that to another kid. I can't

- So there is someone new in town ... Who the hell wears white?

Luke Fox/Batwing

-  I really should lead with the knockout gas instead of conversation.

-  You're leading me around through this nightmare like it's business as usual. Like I'm supposed to accept the supernatural. I accept it, okay? And now I'm going to kick its ass!

-  This night sucks. And now I have no choice but to run and hide because "Mary Psycho Poppins" just handed me my ass.

Dick Grayson/Nightwing (including his time as robin)

-  With you guys, it seems like I'm hot stuff … a know-it-all … but I've been back with The Batman again, and next to him I feel like I'm a stupid kid repeating fifth grade … for the third time.

-  Try to understand our position here, Batman. You began training to be a hero as a young adult. For me and a lot of the other Titans -- like Vic -- that training shaped and influenced most of our childhood. Unlike the JLA, the Titans aren't just about a promise to the world -- it's also about a promise to each other … to ourselves. We swore on our childhood nightmares that we'd be there for one another. If I don't honor that I don't honor who I am.

-  Sometimes I'm surprised I can even stand on a high ledge after what happened to the Flying Graysons. Boss Zucco could have sabatoged Haly's Circus any number of ways to drive down business and get his protection money. Instead he gave the crowd that night a show they'll never forget. I know I won't. When my mom and dad died, attendance actually went up.

-  Okay Mom and Dad, your 'Flying Grayson' is about to take the great leap. Or as they say in French, Le Grand Saut. Down, down, and away. I'd say I wish you could see me now, but I know you're watching me - I can feel angels on my shoulders. And probably a bat too. You said some records aren't meant to be broken, Bruce. But more than anything, I wish you were down there right now watching with Alfred and Tim as I break this one.

-  I had a good teacher, except for the interpersonal skills and the ability to work with others. That was me.

Barbara Gordon/Batgirl/Oracle

- A little over a year has passed since my old life ended, since I died and was reborn. The shadows remain, but only to give contrast to the light. I am no longer a distaff impersonation of someone else — I’m me, more me than I have ever been. I embrace it, and the light, with a deep, continuing joy.

-  Gotham should be safe again. Well, until the next thing. There’s always another thing

-  Wait for a hero? Barbara Joan Gordon -- Be your own damn hero

-  I'll wake up, learn from my mistakes and ultimately win the fight. I always do.

Jason Todd (including his time as robin)

-  I'll be damned if my best friend is going to die ... because he was dumb enough to trust me

-  Someone tell me I'm not having a heart-to-heart with a reanimated assassin

-  Trust? You...? I'll... give it a try, guys. But I'll tell you right now... I'm probably going to screw it up.

-  I'm sorry, I'm never going to be the hero you want me to be. I have every confidence in you--that you'll stay the hero I know you are

Tim Drake/Red Robin (including his time as robin)

-  The weight of the future... all of our futures... it just presses on me sometimes. And lately, it's been crushing, and I've been too afraid to ask for help. But I need to, Bruce. So this is me, asking for help.

-  It’s not smart to blackmail the wrong people

- That’s what we are. Not just a team, but a family. One day we might be the Justice League, but for today we’re the Teen Titans. 

-  I had a plan. That plan just went to hell

Stephanie Brown/Spoiler (including her time as batgirl and robin)

-  How come every time I try to do this different than Batman, I end up doing exactly what Batman would do?

-  I am who I choose to be.

-  I just watch two guys stealing TVs run into one another. Sadly, both televisions were lost... On the bright side, they'll each have a friend in jail.

-  Here's the deal, I'm a 'punch first, ask questions later' kinda gal. Him? He's a stabber.

Cassandra Cain/Orphan (including her time as batgirl/black bat)

-  I don't kill. But I don't lose, either.

-  Gotham City. Gotham. City. That just... sounds right. Mailbox. Van. Razor. It's strange how naming... changes things. I've walked these streets... every inch of this city... but I never had the words. I never knew the names. Now... it's like it's all changed. All new. Or maybe... Maybe it's me that's changing.

-  A special ability to predict my opponent's moves. That doesn't begin to describe it. Time... ran together. The future... blending... into the moment. A blink of an eye... the knife thrust that follows... both one. It was like... like I could predict my opponent's moves. Okay, that does describe it. But it doesn't do it justice.

Damian Wayne/Robin

-  Father, I'm sure you'll be angry with me for disobeying you again but I don't care, I will not let you fight Leviathan alone. You need me and I will always be at your side. Because it will be hard for me to say these words face to face, I want you to know that Mother may have givenme life, but you taught me how to live. Love and respect your son Damian

-  I don't want to end up like Ducard... without a moral compass... I don't want to turn into a NoBody... I want to be like you. I've always wanted to be like you.

-  I'm sure you didn't leave your hole tonight thinking you'd get your ass kicked by a ten-year-old!

-  I'm not the one in a ship filled with alien freaks, so how about shutting up and letting me work on keeping you safe, father!

Duke Thomas/Signal

- Someone told me that the problem with youth is the inability to accept your own mortality. I wouldn't consider this one of my problems

-  Sometimes you're wrong. Sometimes there is a place for you at the table. Some mysteries may never be solved by you alone. Sometimes you don't have to prove yourself repeatedly -- because you're confident about your purpose. And sometimes you just have to get to work for everything to work out.

-  not to mention you tire stealing genius, i’m not robin!

-  My career of choice has crazy hours, bad benefits, and doesn't pay. But it's the dream I never knew I always had. Mom, dad... I'm going into the vigilante business. I hope I live to tell you all about it.

Harper Row/Blue bird

-  I want training. Proper training. Tim's great at the tech stuff, but so am I. I want to know how to karate chop someone in the neck so their eyeballs pop out. I want to know the cool stuff.

-  Sometimes all it takes is a few words to change your life. For me it took seven. Seven words, spoken in the dark.

-  And you thought "Oh, Hey, I'm going to just talk to the scariest-looking bastard in the Narrows and see what he thinks"?

-  I never had a choice - but only because this is what I want, more than anything. And I was going to do this. I've told you that, again and again

Jean-Paul Valley/Azreael

-  You aren't asking if I'm okay, Lucas. You are asking if I can fight. I am angrier than I have ever been in my life, and I am sharing my mind with one murderous AI, and another one modeled off the world's most dangerous vigilante. Yes Lucas. I am ready to fight

-  Nomoz...he’s the one who came for me...he’s the one who broke me. For the greater glory of God

Feel free to add onto this list. I would love to know everyone’s favorite quotes. 

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Family Remains- Part 2

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,266

Warnings: typical supernatural violence, language, angst, blood, you know the usual

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. Any and all comments on these are appreciated. I really want to hear what you guys think about this one!

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Once it was nightfall when the ghost would be likely to come out, you headed back to the farm only to see the new family had already moved in.

“Shit,” Dean sighed. “So, what now?”

“We could tell them the truth,” you suggested.

“Really?” the brothers asked as they looked at you.

“No, not really. Joke,” you said. “Drive closer to it, maybe we can convince them to leave? I can be a pretty good convincer if I say so myself.”

“No, you’re not,” Dean laughed although he did as he was told.

“I convinced you to date me. Look where we are.”

“You didn’t need to convince me at all,” he muttered as he got as close as he could to the house. Once parked, you got out of the car only to lean on it as you thought of something to do.

“Maybe we wait until we hear a scream or something. They’d believe us then if we told them the truth.” Sam and Dean leaned on the car, and only a few minutes passed before you heard a blood-curdling scream come from the house.

“You’re like a wizard,” Dean said as you rushed up the stairs. The door was unlocked, so you barged in to see the whole family huddled together.

“We heard screams. What's going on?” you asked the family. Kate was surrounded by her family, and you had a feeling she was the one who saw something.

“Oh, you three! Did you touch my daughter?!”

“What? No,” Dean scoffed.

“Who are you guys?” Brian demanded to know.

“Relax, please. You have a ghost,” Sam sighed, taking your suggestion to just tell them.

“I told you!” Kate exclaimed.

“It’s the girl!” Danny, the young boy, said.

“Both of you, relax. What are you guys playing?” Brian crossed his arms.

“Your family's in danger. You need to get out of the house now,” you urged just as the lights in the house went off, leaving you in the dark. The best thing to do is not to panic, but the family didn’t know that.

“Nobody move!” Dean yelled. The house was silent until you heard a dog whimpering in pain. It continued until Danny yelled out his name.

“Buster!”

“Stay here, okay?” you said in a gentle voice before you, Sam, Dean, Brian, and Ted ran outside to find the dog. Running down the stairs, you ran towards the car only to see the words “TOO LATE” written in blood on the moving van.

“We are not the bad guys, but you're in danger,” Dean said.

“First thing's first. You got to get your family out of here,” Sam instructed.

“What is going on?” Looking up, you saw the mother and her children run on the porch.

“Listen to me, we know how to handle this,” you said to Brian who looked at you. “You’d just get in our way. Trust me.”

“Come on, we’re getting out of here,” Brian said to his family just as the rest of them joined you on the lawn.

“Head to the motel I was talking about. You'll be safe there,” Dean said.

“What are you three gonna do?” Brian asked as you approached the car. Whoever the hell this ghost was, didn’t want you leaving. All the tires on Dean’s car were slashed.

“Oh, no! Oh, come on! Oh, come on!” Dean yelled as he checked them. Sam ran to the trunk only to find all the weapons were gone.

“Dude, the guns are gone. So is the... Basically, everything is gone.”

“Truck's no good,” Ted said as he returned from the moving truck.

“Both tires slashed,” Brian talked about his car.

“What kind of ghost messes with a man's wheels?!” Dean yelled into the night.

“What's going on? What's going on?” Kate started to panic.

“Kate, listen to me,” you said, putting a hand on her shoulder. “With us here, you have nothing to worry about.” Kate nodded before shifting her gaze to just behind you. She suddenly screamed loudly which made you swiftly turn around, but nothing was there.

“She's there! She's there!”

“Where?!” her mother asked.

“She was right there in the woods!”

“What's a ghost doing outside?” Dean asked as he shone his flashlight to the trees.

“You want to stay and find out?” you asked.

“Everybody inside!”

“Are you crazy? We need to get the hell out of here!” Ted asked.

“In what?! This ghost is hunting us! Everybody back inside now! Move!” The family didn’t ask any more questions as they returned back inside the house.

“Salt, where is your salt?” you asked them. Once they told you, you rushed to get the can and handed it to Sam so he could put a ring around the family.

“Whatever's outside, it can't get in this circle. As long as the salt line is unbroken, this is the safest place to be,” Dean explained.

“Safe from ghosts?” Brian asked, clearly not a believer.

“Yes, as a matter of fact,” you scoffed.

“Okay. I'm not listening to this anymore. Come on. I got to get my family out of here. Let's go.”

“Sir, please. This is what we do. Just... trust us,” Sam sighed.

“You hunt ghosts?” Danny asked in curiosity. “Like Scooby-Doo?”

“Better,” Dean smirked.

“You saw her outside, right? Okay. Does she look like either one of the girls?” you asked Kate as you showed her the pictures.

“Her. She was paler and a lot dirtier, but that was her,” she pointed to the daughter.

“That's the girl in the walls,” Danny confirmed.

“So, it’s the daughter?” Sam asked you and Dean.

“So, what, the maid got her story wrong? Rebecca wasn't cremated?” Dean asked in a low voice.

“Unless her spirit's just attached to something inside the house.”

“She hung herself in the attic, right?” you asked. “I’ll go check it out. You two stay down here.”

“Okay,” Sam and Dean nodded.

“Look—I don't care who hung themselves where. Maybe something is going on here, but—”

“It's a spirit, man,” Dean interrupted Ted.

“No, it's just some backwoods hillbilly bitch, and I'm not about to sit around here waiting for her to go all Deliverance on my ass.”

“Well, nobody's leaving the house,” you said.

“Stop me,” he said to your face before walking past you. Chuckling, you rushed in front of him before throwing him to the wall. Your magic flowed out of your hand to his body, making him frozen where he stood. No one saw the magic, but he felt it, and he stared at you with wide eyes.

“Listen, piss me off and you might walk out of here with a broken nose. Piss that ghost off, you’re not walking out of here. Do you understand me? Get your ass back in that circle,” you threatened before letting him go which made him unfrozen. He nodded quickly before returning to the circle.

“You cool?” Sam asked.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine,” you said before walking up the stairs. The attic was always the place to start things, so you hoped you would find something up there that would help. Creeping up the stairs, you pushed open the attic door which revealed a ladder. It was too damn dark up there, but you left your flashlight elsewhere. Using the next best thing, you put your hand out, palm up, just as a ball of blue magic formed. Lowering your hand, the ball stayed where it was. That would have to be your source of light.

Taking the ladder up, you entered the attic only to cough at how much dust was up here. As you walked, the magic ball floated by your side, lighting your way. Nothing was up here except old junk that the previous owners left. However, you found a diary sitting on one of the boxes. Looking at the name scrawled on it, you snatched it before deciding to leave. This attic was too damn creepy to be up here for long.

Taking the ladder downstairs, you were about to turn the corner when you ran into someone. Screaming loudly, you were going to throw the ball at them until you heard his voice.

“Sweetheart, it’s me.”

“Dean, you fucking scared me!” you breathed a sigh of relief.

“Magic ball?” he asked as he pointed to it.

“I didn’t have my flashlight,” you said as you waved your hand which made it mist away. “What happened?”

“Turns out, it’s not a ghost. She’s a human girl.”

“Come again?” you asked in surprise.

“Come on, we need to get out of here. She’s in the walls, somewhere,” he said as he took your hand. Rushing down the stairs, you ran out of the house to join Sam who was waiting.

“So, it's not a ghost. It's not just a girl. It's psycho Nell. I'm telling you, man—humans,” Dean said to his brother.

“So, who is she, then?” Sam asked.

“I don't know. Maybe it's the daughter, Rebecca. Maybe she didn't hang herself.”

“Dude, no. She'd have to be like fifty years old by now.”

“Well, I don't know. What'd you find in the attic?” Dean asked you.

“Nothing useful, some old junk. But, I did find Rebecca’s diary. Thought something might be in there.”

“I wish you'd found a howitzer. Listen, we got to get this family safe. I mean, it's just a human so they can make a run for it. We just got to hold her off.”

“We’re okay,” Susan said as she and her family appeared behind you.

“Danny! Ted! We got to go!” Brian yelled. Ted ran out from the other side of the house, but Danny was nowhere to be found.

“Danny, buddy, we got to go!”

“Told you it was some crazy bitch,” Ted said to you which made you glare.

“Still doesn’t mean you won’t walk out of here,” you scoffed.

“Head to town. We'll take it from here, okay?” Sam said.

“Danny, come on, baby! We're leaving!” Susan yelled. After a few moments of silence, you knew something was wrong. “Brian, where—where is he?”

“Danny!” Brian yelled, but still no answer.

“Suse, Suse, Suse. We will find Danny, I promise you,” Brian comforted his shaking wife. “Take Kate and go now. Now, while you still have a chance.”

“Not without Danny,” she sniffled.

“We will find him,” you assured her.

“I am not going out there with Mom alone,” Kate declared.

“She's right. Until we find your son, the safest place for you right now is in the shed,” Dean instructed.

“I am not going in there either.”

“Yes, you are. It is the best defense. The windows are boarded up. It's got one door. It's our best shot right now. Trust me.”

“Suse. Kate. Go. Go,” Brian said and thankfully they listened.

“Alright, you, me, and Dean will take the outside,” Sam said to Brian before turning to you and Ted. “You two take the house. Let's go.” Dean handed you his flashlight since you didn’t have yours.

“Thanks,” you muttered before doing as you were told. Rushing up the stairs, you entered the house with Ted.

“Listen, how did you do that earlier? I was frozen, I couldn’t move even if I wanted to.”

“Trust me, Ted, you don’t want to know,” you sighed. “Where did she come from? I heard screaming.” Ted pointed to a closet which you opened. He found a box labeled kitchen and reached inside, pulling out a butcher knife.

“What are you doing?”

“She's human. She had to come from somewhere,” you answered before feeling the wall. Seeing one of the boards loose, you looked at Ted before prying it open. The stench that hit you made you scrunch your face up, but that wasn’t anything new.

“You smell that?” Ted groaned.

“Every day,” you sighed, taking the knife from his hand. Shining the flashlight inside, you didn’t see anything but knew you had to go investigate.

“Come on,” you whispered to him before entering the hole. Ted followed as you shuffled through the walls before stumbling upon a hole in the ground.

“You're not going down there,” he said which made you look at him.

“Like you will? I’m the only one who fits. I can handle it,” you said before dropping straight down in the hole, pencil style. Landing on the ground, you shone the flashlight only to see a bunch of blood and bones from corpses. Looking around the room, you stumbled upon the dog who was torn to shreds. It’s what she must have eaten.

“Find anything?” Ted asked.

“Yeah, her kitchen.”

“Her what?”

“She has to eat somewhere, right?” you asked as you stared at Ted from below the hole. “Stay there, let me see if I can find Danny.” Leaving his sights, you walked around the room, but nothing was there. Looking at the wall, you saw stick figures drawn in blood, probably what the girl does when she’s bored. Suddenly, you heard the girl scream from above, and then Ted’s. Rushing back to the room, you saw Ted’s head come through the hole, and you knew he was dead. The girl must have stabbed him or something.

Quickly pressing yourself against the wall, you turned off your flashlight so she wouldn’t see the light and come down here. You held your breath until you heard the patter of feet run away. Only then you knew it was safe. Turning on the light, you sighed sadly to see Ted dead. How were you going to tell his family this?

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all the playlists !

did this a while ago, but my spotify changed so much that i decided to do it again, and also because i have a lot of new followers! thank you & thank you if you follow my playlists! Be sure to check the list out bc i have a playlist for almost every genre & mood!

● ✧･ﾟ*✧･ﾟ* existential crisis:  everything i have that is sad ● 2019 ; letz getit: music i discovered so far in 2019 / music that is important to me in 2019 ● 20(18)GAYTEEN: every album that came out in 2018 (at least of artists i like) ● 20(19)BITEEN: every album that came out in 2019 (/artist i like :) ) ● 5sᴏs ; complete: i think the title says it all ● ａｌｉｅｎｓ: a mix full of alt. songs. dope. 10/10 recommend to aliens ● all of it ; alternative ?: stuff that is alt but not quite, pop punk but not quite, rock but not quite, etc! ● all of it ; emo music: EVERYTHING YOU NEED. EVERYTHING SAD. EVERYTHING ANGRY. EVERYTHING GUITAR. pop-punk punk-rock emo/rock indie/alternative ● all of it ; k-pop: all the k-pop music that I listen to, stuffed into one mix. ● ᴀʟʟ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ʟᴏᴡ ; ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ: all of all time low’s music ● angry k-pop bops: a playlist that was inspired by district 9 of stray kids ● autumn, baby: perfect songs for fall! ● back to the future: idk some albums that i love listening to that go really well together ● bandito tour ; twenty one pilots: a playlist for an upcoming concert ● b͓̽a͓̽n͓̽g͓̽ ͓̽c͓̽h͓̽a͓̽n͓̽: a playlist for my bias of stray kids! ● ʙᴀɴɢᴛᴀɴɢ sᴏɴʏᴇᴏɴᴅᴀɴ ; ʙᴛs: all of bts’ music in one playlist ● best intro's, no argue: okay but really 505 is one of the best songs ever don’t fight me on that one ● bi bops: actually it doesnt matter if you’re gay, straight, pan or bi, these all work. just bops. ● b-sides, : songs i tend to forget about because i mostly listen to other songs on the albums... but they deserve the world so there you go ● 𝖇𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝖒𝖊: kinda angry, kinda alternative. ● bon voyage: i listened to this a lot when i went to paris and when i have to travel a lot. travel worthy. ● bop that Bussy ; emo version: FAV EMO JAMS AND BOPS AND BANGERS ● bring me the horizon ; complete : all of bmth’s music ● bts amsterdam 13.10.18: SETLIST ly tour amsterdam but also europe. i miss them a lot & wanna thank them for one of my best nights ever

● calm my anxious ass: what i need when i’m breaking down & alone again ● chanyeol (っ◔◡◔)っ: a playlist for my exo bias, mostly english sung songs though ● chilly billy doobop: so nice to have as background music or for when there’s a friend over. just ever so fckn CHILL ● classical // piano: classical music, mostly piano ● current mood: songs i’m probably listening to right now (lmao still) ● daniel james howell: a playlist for my fav youtuber!!! ● daydream: my playlist with music that makes me dream for a better version of me ● ᴅᴀʏ6 ; ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ: every day6 song ever. stan talent stan day6 ● death / school mix: songs about dying & other relatable stuff for school, ha ha ● dizzy tummy: stuff i listen to strolling through the city or being in a specific trainride ● dope on a rope: no, this isn't a playlist for the growlers' song, it's old beats. ● emo & alternative: sum emo tunes! totally random *insert that one crazy emoji with the tongue out* ● energize this tired bub: upbeat tempo music that really energizes me ● energetic appleflap: playlist for a friend (that i have crush on) ● eɴ���ᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴛᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀᴘᴀʀᴋꜱ: music i  listened to before & after my waterparks concert + every waterparks song ever & the setlist ● ᴇxᴏ ; xᴏxᴏ: exo complete. please give us a ot9 comeback ● exploring: stuff i have yet to listen to ● fᴀʟʟ ᴏᴜᴛ ʙᴏʏ ; ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ: all of FOB’s music. can you believe i’m still emo trash? ● frickity freck!: fresh alt-ish music ● fuck me up: a ReAlLy gOoD aLterNaTiVe / IndiE / eMo playlist? ● funky dunky business: the bass in these is mostly really mcflipping good ● geez, morty: playlist for fake friends ● ɢᴏᴛ7 ; ᴀʜɢᴀsᴇ: all of got7 their music ● ɢʀᴇᴇɴ ᴅᴀʏ ; ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ: all of green day aka my fav band their music ! every.thing. ● grrr. : just metal and grunge. heavy shit ● guitars: really good guitars like guns ‘n roses & beatles and just guitars that i love??? ● guns  n' roses setlist: setlist g ‘n r Europe 2017 ● halsey: indie artist, all her music in a playlist ● happy vibes: music that makes me smile!! ● hoe anthems (k-pop ver.); k-pop bops that make me go wanna hoe the heck out ● homework // calm: music i listen to when i make homework ● hug me pls: acoustic songs i wanna listen to while cuddling ● i’m a mess: a good, short playlist i- lol- unironically made when i discovered Michael Clifford had a girlfriend lmao i hope theyre happy they deserve it ● i, an intellectual: a nerd: music from movies and series i really dig ● interactive introverts: music they played and i listened to before interactive introverts ● jae = bae: this one goes out to jae, guitarist and vocal legend in the band day6 ● jazzin' away: jazz, my friend. ● j-pop ; rock 'n soul: my favourite j-pop songs!! yes, that includes all one ok rock songs. ● journal writings: i attempt to keep up a journal. this gives me vibes. sometimes a bit more uptempo, but mostly a bit softer ● judith.eliza: for a friend ● jughead's tape: for jughead jones, of riverdale ● just guitars, nothing else.: just acoustic guitars of some of my fav songs, really good for while studying i think ● k-grooves: korean r&b and indie ● k-pop ; essential jams: my favourite k-pop songs, which are quite a lot! ● k-pop ; girls: all my girl groups’ music ● k-rock ; you make myday: all my favourite k-rock songs, yes that includes every day6 song because they are just that good sorry ● last young renegade tour: music i listened to before & after my all time low concert + the setlist ●  letters to you: songs that made me think of my crush. i think people can realate? ● let there be luf: some new alt, sum songs about love ● lilacskyjimin ; fav: playlist for a friend ● lone hours: in: feeling lonely? we do, too, dont worry. youre not alone. ● mama: stuff i grew up with / stuff my mother and i both like ● marina & the diamonds: apperantly she’s only called marina now? one of the best female singers i know, indie as f*ck ● ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ; 5sos:  playlist for the 5sos concert, setlist and the songs in between! ● micmicbudgee ; fav: playlist for a friend ● mom jeans, tired eyes: mostly 70s and 80s BOPS ● ᴍᴏɴsᴛᴀ x ; ᴍᴏɴʙᴇʙᴇ: all of monsta x’s music in a playlist ● muse ; complete: all of alt rock band muse their songs ● my chemical romance ; complete: emo rock band mcr all of their music ● my youngblood chronicals: alt rock songs. the reason why i’m still fighting ● nederlandse bodem: my favourite Dutch songs! ● ɴᴇᴏ ᴄᴜʟᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴛᴇᴄʜɴᴏʟᴏɢʏ ; ɴᴄᴛ: nct complete, in a playlist ● nienisneckdeep ; fav: playlist for a friend ● nights: songs i like to listen to before going to sleep ● noa.myg: fav: another playlist for a friend ● non-english bops: jewish, french, spanish, swedish, irish and celtic music like omnia (which is partly english but i think it fits here so tough luck) ● one ok rock ; complete: one ok rock is a japanese rock band that sings in english in their latest work ● ᴘᴀɴɪᴄ! ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪsᴄᴏ ; ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ: all of panic! at the disco’s music in a playlist ● paramore ; complete: paramore was a punk rock band with a female singer, and now they make alt rock ● paris: a playlist for a city that i miss, a time that i miss ● ᴘᴇɴᴛᴀɢᴏɴ ; ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ: aka all of k-pop group Pentagon their music in a playlist ● pizza punk: waterparks, neck deep, with con and music like that. perfect for skating eheh ● power vocals: beautiful voices ! voices that make me jealous ● problems with sleeping: lovely alt songs, some of them are about not being able to sleep ● queen discography: you know that movie, bohemian rhapsody..? ● rad activist shit: end gun violence. black lives matter. abortions should be legal, pedophiles and rapists should not be able to walk free. oh and love is love, get over it. angry songs, songs about revolution. ● rainbow: love songs, some sad (rain), some ever so happy (sun). together they make a rainbow ● red hot chili peppers: the red hot chili peppers are rock band and if you dont know them, look them up!! ● revolution radio 2017: music i listened to before & after my green day concert + the setlist ● rev up my spaceship, bois: modern hard rock in a playlist! ● sad boi o’clock: another sad playlist, you can never have enough of these ● sᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ; sᴇᴠᴇɴᴛᴇᴇɴ: seventeens (k-pop) complete music discography ● skylinn ; khaleesiqoyi: first playlist i made for a friend: my best friend ● slytherin headgirl: this is what the people in slytherin listen to, i swear ● socrates would deffo stan: indie and alt, only for intellectuals (i’m just kidding) ● soft; rock™: soft (old) rock ● soft; k-pop: for if you wanna weep along with exo, bts,, etc ● soundtrack of my life 🌙: the basics to my music ● space jams 🚀: most songs are about wanting to run away, perfect for when you’re in space ● spoopy rave: i secretly listen to this through the year, idec ● starry skies, snazzy beats: mostly cute beats, perfect for studying or staring at the sky ● sᴛᴀʏ ; sᴛʀᴀʏ ᴋɪᴅs !: all of stray kids songs, go stan them already and please stay ● stranger things: songs that give me a stranger things vibe ● supernatural ; rock & grunge: stuff Dean Winchester would listen to, blue oyster cult, aerosmith, black sabbath, stuff like that ● tae tae: a playlist for v of bts, one of my biases ● the 1975: an alt band, latest work: an brief inquiry into online relationships ● the neighbourhood: very chill music. kinda rap, kinda alt ● these physically turn me on: really, really good songs, or nice vocals, idk how to explain ● tits out for harambe: the closest thing i have to pop music / rap i guess, with khai dreams, frank ocean, childish gambino, ari, troye, ya know ● tokyo: a playlist for dreaming about the feeling of a city ● travel back in time: 50s, 60s music, stuff i listen to with my grandpa but also alone cuz its fun ● twenty øne piløts ; complete: all of twenty one pilots their music ● underappreciated alt songs: alternative songs that i think deserve (even more) hype! ● waterparks ; complete: nice new pop punk band that deffo has a lot of talent! ● when the week ends: a mix for the weekend ● wubbalubbadubdub: old bops that make me forget about my sadness ● year in review: 2018: music i discovered in 2018 / music that was important to me in 2018 / songs that came out in 2018 ● yoongi: songs where you can sing yoongi really clearly and songs that make me think of him ● you’re making me feel miserable: songs i listened to after i confessed to my crush and he turned me down sksksksk

please reblog, it helps my blog a lot, tysm

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14x08 Commentary

Zeta and Giuls scream together, and then die.

Me & Zeta will watch together season 14′s episodes as they come out and we’ll do our commentary while watching.

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14x08 Byzantium

Guys I don’t know if I can be funny this episode.

-....HER?! WHAT. ....oooooh they are gonna do something stupid aren’t they?

Zeta: can I not see Jack like this please?

- “please don’t be sad”

Zeta : Sam? Not sad? ..lol

-is Dean there to choose an album ? wth ...also damn son can you all stop looking like pain in the flesh?

- the oxygen tank?....naaah fam I’m good, bye I can’t. Zee give me the strength to keep going because I’m gonna throw myself out the window 

- oh shit...the scene....the promo scene that killed us all.

Zeta : Cas doesn’t know who to worry about anymore.

- Everyone but himself that’s for sure

-Oh my god SAM, omg Jared you and your eyes are gonna kill me this season.

Zeta : “what happens next?” 

-oh shit I didn’t think about it.

both: we are gonna die too

- “an adventure”

Zeta : is he serious?!?!

-Oh Dean really doesn’t want to be there.

Zeta : LOOK AT ALL THE HURT

- D: “I can’t..”  bitch me too the fuck

- ..pAiN

- C:” He NEEDS you “

- S:”He’s gone” 

-asgajsvdaksdasdh WHAT

- I can almost taste the guilt seasoned with pain right there.

Zeta : the fuck?!

- THAT WAS FAST . U KIDDIN’ , WHAAAAAAT THEEEEE FUUUUCK

Zeta : I’m speechless. I can’t even focus on the bowlegs.

- Dean talking about the hunter’s funeral and Sam can’t fucking take it

-OH I love Sam’s stance, beautiful.....aaaaand he’s gone.

-My soul and whole being is hurting but boy that was an amazing Destiel moment and that’s the shit I wanna see.

- Damn, Cas is spiriling 

Zeta : Cas is obliterated

-.... OF COURSE THERE IS A VOICEMAIL. Dean’s annoyed af face at his mom’s voicemail is giving me life, and look....my skin is already clearer. 

Zeta : Like the bitch cares

- Castiel clutching Kelly’s pic , probably thinking he failed yet again.  lol I wanna die....it would hurt less.

- SAM NO

Zeta : where is he going??

-I hope not doing anything stupid

Zeta : I can’t watch them like that bitch

-CASS IS DRIVING!, CASS IS DRIVING , WHAT. HOW. WHAT. I love that is Cass who is driving

Zeta : Dean’s not driving??

- FUCK YEAH

- Probably Sam took Baby and Dean was like....listen babe I’m not even gonna touch that suburban mom’s steering wheel I don’t wanna feel dirty. Baby could smell it and you know how jealous she is.

-”Why did you let him leave?” WELL HE DID AS U ASKED BITCH

- AND HE’S WEARING THE SEAT BELT!!  my European's ass is singing ( is it true that y’all americans don’t have to use it? because....wild and also why. Here if they catch you without the seat-belt they skin your ass)

- kill me with that axe

Zeta : something’s wrong here.

-Yeah...they are hurting so much, I hate it. What the fuck is it with everybody’s eyes, fuck me.

Zeta : I think n.1 dad was Sam

-Nah....Cass is #1 Dad , Sam related to Jack. Dean is the step dad who didn’t think could love the kid and now he’s fucked because he love him too.

Zeta : “Taken before me”

Zeta : We get loaded

- omg do we get to see them drunk? omg yes.

Zeta : Please call help

- Is THat NOugAt?

-OMFG 

Zeta : bitch

-AAAAAAAAAAAH CAS SMILE AND LAUGH THAT IS JUST SO MISHA OMFG.

- But Castiel entering the room a bit unsteady and with two bottle ? FUCKING MOOD.

Zeta : I love drunk Dean

-WHAT

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.WHAT WAS THAT LOOK BETWEEN THEM . WHAT.

my soul....hurts stop it.

-Awe Sam....lol weak.

- Cause of death : Dean slurred drunk sad voice, “We did everything we could right?” 

Zeta : HIS VOICE

-”I’m gonna teach you how to read a map”

I can’t deal bitch

-THe DoubLE StRaws

-someone needs to change that lightbulb.

Zeta : Heaven

- THe fuck

Zeta :...Hell..?

- what’s up with shining there

- Dean’s dying groan in the morning: MOOD, SAME.

Zeta : you got old

- Cass and Sam looking fresh and stylish as always .

[enters Dean] the trashcan is heeeeere

- rebooting Dean.exe 

Zeta : he can’t even english

-shhh

- oh....no

both: PASS

- but what is the priiiiceeee

Zeta : simple as that

- ...well I mean...fair. I guess she wants to meet her daughter and shit 

Zeta : seriously?

-Well we already saw Osiris.

Zeta : Major Dick

-When god left - sorry long story- .

-Oh...no who ARE YOU

Zeta :he does that thing with the eyes.

-WHATSAHFDBF

Zeta : What the hell

- I wanna cry. I am crying

Zeta : thanks, the last part of my heart just withered and died

- Oh no wait until she realize he’s dead

Zeta : aaaaaand

- ...here it comes

- Boi this season is painful

Zeta : Peach, it rhymes with bitch

-oh he really doesn’t like her

- S: “ Taking risks , making crappy deals. The family business “

-”AWESOME”

- “ MORE AWESOME”

Zeta : Was that black goo Lucifer?

- I can’t tell honestly, maybe him and the Empty made a path or something IDK.

-I don’t like when Castiel leaves alone. Bad things happen .

-Sam head tilt lol.

Zeta : forced smile much. 

Zeta :look at him ( Dean)

- AH TOLD YA

-Heaven looking nice as always

- I do like seeing Castiel in heaven

Zeta : natural habit and I do love angels clothes

- yeah....50 shades of gray

Zeta : hello Bitch

- *gritted teeth* Naomi

Zeta : He was THAT annoying

- THAT ACCENT THO

- Naomi : Give it what it wants

Cas: 

- Cass: “ NO”

-no bitch , Jack he’s everything wtf.

- So Nick woke up the Empty then? *dean’s voice* AWESOME

So now there are 2 big baddies ?

*dean’s voice* MORE AWESOME

- SNAPPY

Zeta : pushing pencils , damning souls

-MY KIND OF WORK

-oh u going down that’s what

Zeta : I’d prefer the scale and the feather

- but the abacus has more sense tho...like....counting good deeds and bad ones, like in the good place right? Can we see the Winchesters using that? I bet the thing would explode.

Zeta : that went well

- Sorry bitch what did u expect

- oooooh what was that little chuckle Castiel stop killing me this season. It burned

Zeta : it stung

- “I failed you” 

 K: “ you didn’t....Jack...he’s wonderful “

*bawling* YES HE IS 

- Misha need to control that eyebrow or so help me god.

Zeta : he needs to control his whole face bitch

- I fucking hate where the angels goes when they die ok

Zeta : fuck

- OH BITCH. *dramatic zoom*

- “He’S OuR KiD”

KIIIIID

*bawling*

Zeta : look at Dean

-MY GOD

both: don’t do this to us

- Empty : “SToP iNteRrupTinG!”  Damn bitch, pipe the fuck down

Zeta : crazy ass bitch

  I     LOVE     HER

- I love how she’s doing the Empty. like....*slow clapping*

Empty: “Where I’m taking you is worse than Hell” 

oh well you are definitely selling the place

- Empty:” Oh god they look scared. Does that hurt you?”

- *Cass brandishing his angel blade* .... 

me already knowing where this is going: oh honey...no

-Puppy Winchesters eyes always wins

Zeta : He can’t hear you.....oh he can

- .... Is that how he is every time Dean pray to him?

When Dean prays:

SAME

me seeing Castiel getting up :

Castiel: TAKE ME

Zeta : take me instead

- he’s so.....snarly....

Zeta : I bet you are drooling

- I am.

 A dumb fucking angel: “You want me”

me: I do

A dumb fucking angel: “I would go now and I would go willingly “

me: no u don’t

-NO , NO DEAL, FUCK YOU, FUCK U.

Empty: “ oh “ creepy chuckle “but not now” sharps intakes of breath “ no no no, you see ...what I meant....I want you to suffer . I want you to go back to your own life and forget about this and forget about me and when you finally give yourself permission to be happy...and let the sun shine on your face ...that’s....when I’ll come. That’s when I’ll come to drag you to nothing”

Zeta :She’s goooood

- Castiel: “I accept”

oh look it’s me when I’ll meet Misha ^

and now for an out of context gif: 

-She’s so good. I love her BUT FUCK THE EMPTY

- “Because I love you Jack”  CRYING CRYING.

- C: “ They don’t need to know what happened”

Zeta : of course they don’t.

- Jack: “ I won’t tell them” 

OH so now Jack drove the Impala, snacked on burgers, has hunted, has died and now he has to lie and keeps secret?

CONGRATULATIONS YOU ARE NOW A 

- ...

NO 

FUCK , CASS YOU DAMN SELFLESS BITCH.

IMMA SMACK HIM.

hold me back bitch because imma smack his face

Zeta : control yourself bitch

-NO IMMA SMACK HIS ASS

Zeta : I can’t wait for the gag reel of this part.

Omg Kelly babe . I’m so glad they met .

-WHAT WAS THAT FACE AGAIN CASTIEL

Zeta : dEAD

- J:”Good, I feel good”

WELL I DON’T *hiss*

-oh that hug. omg my heart

- oh well....uh look at dat I fucking bet that the sacrifice got her heaven watch that.

HI LOOK HOW FUCKING HAPPY HE IS TO BRING HOME SO MUCH WIN ?!?!

friendly reminder that he just like...sold his” soul” to the Empty, tell me again that Castiel doesn’t care.

-...Naomi you bitch why couldn’t you tell that before?

Zeta : because she’s a bitch

- D: “ And we know where Michael is, not sure how you pulled that one off “ *side eyeing Cas* 

me: *HISS*

- don’t make me think about the fact that Dean cooked those burghers ( as you can see from the counter) while he looked happily at his family reunited . lol *sobs*

- There is a warm happy feeling in my chest right now. I don’t like it, can’t wait for the writers to rip it off my chest pretty soon.

Zeta : is he wearing the dead man’s robe?

. ....yep

Zeta : I’m dead inside

- Dead with a slither of happiness that will get choked out of us, just you wait.

...

...

WAIT A MINUTE 

*goes back*

wHAT IS THIS SHIT OMFG DEAN 

IT’S FINE

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