#tryin to get back into my mojo

[bananashakexx]

bad day everyone

[ira-sturm]

Olgan came Sliding through a wall, upright and standing tall as the wall would fall down around her.    What was the reason for this sudden event?  Hard to say, but she was certainly putting a startle on those currently present in the building she decided to slam into!

[nowdrawingismystrongpoint]

..nhe, wut do u guys think

[heldtheline]

farmer + shane

Spotify link. 23 songs, 1:24.

For me, The Farmer & Shane are two sides of the same coin. They've both been beaten down and had their spirits broken but, with the help of others, they find a way to bloom anew.

frozen pizza and eggs (shane's theme); concernedape.

waking up slow (piano version); gabrielle aplin. i could be your friend but i'm unprepared oh, i've never felt like this

would you be so kind; dodie. oh, would you be so kind as to fall in love with me? you see, i'm trying i know you know that i like you, but that's not enough so if you will, please fall in love

tired and awake; oliver riot. but i know, it's a mistake falling in love, to make a friend stay disgrace, give me a break tryin' to die happy someday

flames; boy. and i call your name, but i can't get through when it's hard on me, then it's hard on you oh dear, love, if only i could find a way to ease your troubled mind

pyromaniac; blacktop mojo. i'm a powder keg of lies stand back before i ignite taste the sulfur in my kiss you can do so much better than this

helplessly; tatiana manaois. 'cause everywhere you go, i follow you i'll give you all of me, give me all of you i gotta go sometimes but you're always on my mind

little light (acoustic version); lewis watson. staring at the roots, nobody there to help me grow i was longing for the rain, you were the flood that made me overflow a stranger to my skin, but now i'm braver in my bones

fighting for you; us the duo. i'll be a hero, your protector i'll be a healer, and make it better i will always be everything you need and i will never stop fighting for you

the words; christina perri. i know that we're both afraid we both made the same mistakes an open heart is an open wound to you

need the sun to break; james bay. my luck could change been in the dark for weeks and i've realised you're all i need, i hope that i'm not too late

call you home; kelvin jones. you're the brighter side of things you're the lighter side of life and all the joy that you bring is why i need you in my life

atlas: two; sleeping at last. i just want to love you, to love you, to love you well i just want to learn how, somehow, to be loved myself

stand by you; rachel platten. yeah, you're all i never knew i needed and the heart, sometimes it's unclear why it's beating and love, if your wings are broken we can brave through those emotions too 'cause i'm gonna stand by you

say you won't let go; james arthur. i wanna live with you even when we're ghosts 'cause you were always there for me when i needed you most

the one; kodaline. when we are together you make me feel like my mind is free and my dreams are reachable you know i never ever believed in love or believed one day that you would come along

turning page; sleeping at last. i surrender who i've been for who you are for nothing makes me stronger than your fragile heart if i had only felt how it feels to be yours well i would have known what i've been living for all along

slumber; lewis watson & lucy rose. the faint smell of your clothes reminds me that i'm home

please keep loving me; james tw. you're beautiful more than i deserve

like i'm gonna lose you; jasmine thompson. so i'll kiss you longer, baby any chance that i get i'll make the most of the minutes and love with no regret

moon and back; alice kristiansen. when you go quiet, and won't let your guard down i hear through the silence that you're trying to figure it out you're trying to make me proud, believe me now baby, to the moon and back i still love you more than that

duet; penny and sparrow & stephanie briggs. i bet your shoulders can hold more than just the straps of that tiny dress that i'll help you slide aside when we get home i've seen 'em carry family and the steel drum weight of me

if we'd never met; gabe bondoc. if we'd never met, my hopes and my dreams they'd all be just beyond my reach if we'd never met oh it would be so hard to believe how easy love could be

[stardustintheabyss]

Headcanon kuroo x nekoma fem!manager reader

Kuroo thinks he's smooth. That is until you catch his eye

Warnings: swearing, pining?, kuroo being kuroo but in awkward

• We all know Kuroo is a relentless flirt/tease and is really fucking good at it. He won't lead someone on though. We stan a respectful and responsible king when it comes to the matters of the heart.

• That is until this boy catches the fEeLiNgS. BOOM he shy bb now. He still tries to flirt but comes off awkward af.

• So when y'all are at the summer training camp, seeing how sweet and tentative you are to everyone. He realized he caught the fEeLiNgS. And boy he was just like -oop imma simp now😍

• You stay at the practice after practice to help the guys(do they ever stop). Your a night owl and what else is there to do and you are a good manager dammit. Got nothing to do w/your crush on the nekoma captian ok? K.

• So there you are throwing balls for kenma to set and poor bb kuroo thinks he gonna be all flirty and compliment you. hahaha no

• He tried. He really did.

• "Y/n, you handle balls pretty well." Yeah he heard it. He cringed, you cringed, everyone cringed.

• F

• The ball literally hit Bokuto in the side of the head. Hey hey h-wat

• Kenma is just whatever. This boy KNOWS what's been going on.

• Tsukishima lips twitch trying to hold in a smirk

• Akaashi just face palms

• You being the sweet queen you are, "Um, thanks?" Everyone but oblivious kuroo notices the blush dusting your cheeks. 👀😳

• Practice resumes, slightly awkward

• After saying night to the guys you left and kuroos torment began. Well from Bokuto. Boy has zero chill.

• "YOU LIKE Y/N! My dude that was...somethin." hes wheezing.

• "What! No. Shut up! I hate it here."

• "Broski, the more you like a girl the awkwarder you are with your flirting and that was *makes crashing noises*" He is more perceptive than people give him credit for.

• Ever the dramatic, he slings his arm over his face. "I'm so fucked."

• Over the next couple days you notice kuroo has been avoiding you as much a captain/manager relationship can be avoided.

• Honestly ngl you miss his teasing and flirtatious ways

• So who better to ask what's up with him than his besties

• Kenma being a good friend comes up w a plausible excuse

• Bokuto? Ahaha can't keep a secret to save his life the little shit, here's the tea sis.

• "Wait, he likes me too? I-I mean what?" Nice save

• Kenma goes back to playing his game. He knows all this. Boy has spiderman level senses.

• Bokuto"You like him too?" Ok mayhaps not that perceptive

• This is your chance to get back at all the teasing and flirting. This is your turn to fluster him for once, the King of Flirt, Master of Tease.

• "I have an...idea." You say with a mischievous glint in your eyes and a sly grin

• Messing w/ kuroo? Bokuto is here for it.

• Next day kuroos sitting on the bench after a practice game drinking some water. Chilling with Bokuto.

• "Hey Kuroo, I see you Volleyball guys have a lot of stamina, do you need help testing yours?" You say innocently enough. 😈 hellooo Queen of Flirt, Mistress of Tease.

• Poor boy chokes on his water

• Bokutos tryin reeeaal hard to keep it together. He does. Barely.

• You pat his back until he quits coughing"Kuroo babe, I can't let you die on me before we go on a date."

• With a wink you leave this guy a sputtering blushy mess. "Um what just happened?"

• Bokutos just "idk what your talking about???"

• Your flirting gets a little ahem dirtier forward at the night practice

• At this point everyone knows what's going on. In fact they encourage you, they think it's about time he gets a little payback. Some even give you ideas

• Kuroo hits a serve with a nice thwack

• "Damn kuroo, I have something else that hand can smack." Your not even lying.

• You broke him. Whoops

• Everyone continues as if nothing happened. They all dying of laughter inside tho

• Your mans is still malfunctioning and promptly takes bokutos serve to his face

• You run over to him. Teasing forgotten. Gently brushing your fingers over the giant red mark on his face. "Are you okay?"

• y/n is toUCHING MY FACE. SO CLOSE, SHE SMELLS LIKE Y/F/S Bb is freaking OUT

• All he can manage is a nod

• You decide hes okay enough for some teasing "I could kiss it to make it feel better, yeah?"

• Even Bokuto is like damn gurl. Can you give this man a sec for his brain to recover from that last come on?

• What comes out of kuroos mouth next shocks all of you

• He breathes out a yes. Took all this mans courage to do so 😭

• You were hoping for that. Time for the shock and awe.

• You stand on your toes, hands on his shoulders. You move towards his cheek. At the last second you move one hand to the back of his neck twisting your fingers in his hair and press your lips to his.

• The moment your lips touched this boy got his mojo back. He grips your waist and pulls you closer, swiping his tongue across your lips asking for an invitation to a deeper kiss

• You give it to him. This boy can kiss. Your heart is pounding, stomach doing flips. Fireworks dance across your body. The world faded away. There was only you and him.

• That is until you hear overwhelming cheers from Bokuto. Way to ruin the moment thanks bro

• Kenma rolls his eyes. About damn time.

• Akaashi *proud dad noises*

• Tsukishima could not care less tbh

• Kuroo pulls back and rests his forehead on yours. "I could've saved face if I knew taking a ball to it was all it took, I would have made it happen a while ago."

• You cheekily smile up at him, "Naw, your too good at handling balls."

• "You wound me. I'm never gonna live that down am I?"

• You peck him on the lips. "Never"

• You two flirt/tease all the goddamn time now(can you two eve hold a normal/serious convo?)trying to see who can fluster who the most. The guys root for you ofc Kuroo: wth. I'm your captain?? Everyone: that is exactly why. Plus we love y/n more. Kuroo: that hurted

• The entire team finds it disgusting adorable.

[zepppie]

More Than Words

Author: zepppie

Word Count: 706

Characters: Dean x Reader

Warnings: fluff

Inspiration: Stay close to people who feel like sunlight.

Dean Winchester is a man of action rather than words.

Mess with the people he cares about, and he’ll shove his brown logger boots up your ass. Stop the tape while he’s belting out Zeppelin, and he’ll keep you in a headlock for the rest of the drive. Give Baby a bath—preferably in a white shirt that you get soaking wet—and he’ll turn you into a whimpering mess right there on her shiny, black hood.

You’ve come to expect these things from him.

But every now and then, Dean does something different. Something extra special. 

Like for your birthday last year, he told you to dress “like the kinda folks who own private jets and eat stuff with gold flakes in ‘em” and then brought you to an Olive Garden that smelled faintly of puke; it remains high on your list of great nights.

On the rarest of occasions, Dean could be a man of words too.

One particularly rough day you half-jokingly said the only thing that would make you feel better was the blueberry cheesecake you had at some diner in Sioux City. It took a day and a half to get there, and it didn’t even taste as good as you remembered it. “This really wasn’t worth crossing state lines for,” you frowned.

“It wasn’t,” he agreed, even though he’s licking his fork clean. “But I didn’t do it for this.”

He still has to work on it, though.

“What is this?”

“What do you think, dumbass?”

You raise an eyebrow at him. “Do you really think now is the time for pet names?”

“I’m sorry. Look, maybe this was a bad idea…” He moves to stand but you push his shoulders down and keep him firmly in place.

“Whoa, it’s too late to back out, Winchester. See this through.”

“I’m tryin’ to but you keep givin’ me a hard time!”

Now it’s your turn to apologize. You compose your face into one of seriousness and motion for him to continue. He shakes his head and mutters, “Knew I shouldn’t have done it today, knew I should have waited for--”

“Could you maybe not complain?”

“Okay, damn it, just let me--I need to get my mojo back, okay?” He fidgets uncomfortably and then clears his throat. “Alright, look. I’ve thought about doing this for a while. A really long while. It feels like the right move, but I ain’t gonna lie, it scares the hell outta me. My life is nothing but crap and darkness. But you… you’re the opposite of that. And losing you scares me even more. I don’t want to lose you.”

“Oh my god, yes already!”

“W-What?”

“Yes! So can you put that on so I can kiss you already?”

Dean looks at your outstretched hand then at the band he’s holding. Trembling, he slides the ring down your finger. You admire it for a second before you grab his jacket and yank him to his feet.

He smiles against your lips, and his hands move to your back so he can pull you closer. He can feel wetness on his cheeks, but he can’t tell if they come from him or you. In the grand scheme of things, it didn’t really matter.

A loud ring jolts the two of you apart. Your phone is going off in your pocket; it’s Sam. “Soooo,” he says when you answer, “how are things?”

“Dean called me a dumbass!” 

“Affectionately,” Dean stresses. “I said it affectionately.”

“Your brother’s lucky I like him enough to still say yes.”

At this, Sam laughs excitedly. “Congratulations! You know, he had that ring for months. I had to stash the Impala and threaten to run it through a car crusher if he didn’t ask you.”

You gasp and slap Dean’s chest. “How dare you. You did this under duress.”

“Baby was taken. I had to do something about it. What would Liam Neeson say?”

“I love it when a plan comes together,” Sam quotes while he does kind of a terrible Neeson impression. He chuckles proudly then stops when he realizes he’s not getting a reaction out of you. “Guys. Hey, guys? You two are making out right now, aren’t you? At least hang up fir--”

My A-Team: @babygabe @herecomestheday-tripper @jaderbugz @samtomydeanwinchester @lokissoldier1983 @galaxygrimes @sassyspn67 @supernaturallymarvellous @seenashwrite

A/N: Man, it feels good to be able to crank one out! This short piece was inspired by a friend who said that the quote at the beginning reminded them of me, and y’all, I was so touched and I ended up birthing this story at the wee hours of past midnight. As a future disclaimer from here on out, none of my fics are beta’d or edited (I really should sometimes I look back at my old stuff and yikes) so if you see any mistakes, feel free to point and laugh then gently tell me about it. Also, ask me any time you want in or out of my taglist! Thanks for reading, lovelies <3

[dxsole]

Drabble | Donny & Murray

@genrcsavvy​ asked for Donny being Murray’s wingman after a breakup.

Donny was about as well versed in real love as he was with brain surgery; the two rarely overlapped and he would never consider himself an expert on the matter. However, getting dates, picking people up, giving everyone in his general vicinity a boner of some sort? Donny has two PhD’s: in the art of the pick up as well as a pretty huge dick. 

But, then again, that may not be what Murray needs. Because the guy looked pretty bad, actually. The breakup hit him hard, hard enough that Donny was concerned about him. Now Murray’s fallen into such a spiral of loneliness and sadness that he’s eating less some days and then too much (even for Murray’s usual) on others. Plus his self-esteem seemed to take a major hit. Not that Murray’s self-esteem was record high to begin with but at this rate, the man was hitting rock bottom faster than Donny’s career as a neurologist. 

“Dude, get dressed.” Donny had been attempting to nurse his friend out of his slump for a while now but desperate times call for desperate measures. “I mean it. Put on your tightest shirt and hop to it.”

Murray of course groans and whines and fusses which is not the sort of attitude Donny is willing to deal with. Donny’s a shaker. A mover. So he moves to take hold of Murray and shakes him a little. “Murray. Yer my friend. I respect an’ care ‘bout ya and yer happiness and I am tryin’ to help ya get yer mojo back, okay?” Murray nods. “So, please, slick back yer hair, get a clean shirt on and be ready in five.” No more Mister Nice Beef. 

He needed to do something to shake Murray up. Even if it ended up with the two of them coming back a little tipsy to watch Catwoman (Donny is a big fan of Halle Barry and can you blame him?), Donny hopes a little change of pace, a little reminder that talking to people wasn’t as scary as he made it out to be, would be good for him. Plus, Donny would be there! If anyone can get Murray talking it’s Donny– his energy was infectious and Murray had yet to find a cure.

“Okay, so we need to get ya talkin’ to someone.” Donny began, his hand gripping hold of Murray’s arm so he couldn’t chicken out so easily. “And I’m just sayin’ to talk, okay? Today we’re just socializin’...puttin’ ourselves out there, okay? I promise. I won’t be bringin’ anyone home. Tonight’s not ‘bout me and my nightly hook up-- I’m here to hype you up, dude.” Donny squeezes him a little tighter, giving an apologetic smile to Murray as he winces.

The venue for tonight is a pretty chill party hosted by...well, Donny didn’t actually know but he’s pretty well-known in the neighborhood so he often crashes parties. It’s sort of like a gift, as he sees it; he can sign autographs, take pictures, act as security if needed, de-escalated fights, and drink his weight in free beer. Upon gaining entrance to the party, each given a complimentary red cup (you’ve seen movies) with their choice of drink. 

Every group of people within the party was eventually invaded by Donny’s charisma followed by Murray’s nervous chatter-- it was a lot of hit or miss. But Donny would not be deterred! Even if Murray kept muttering on about how his nerves couldn’t handle so much...interaction. Donny at least was supportive, any rude snicker or dismissive scoff was soon beaten down by Donny’s stink eye. Hey, Murray may be the most socially inept person he knows, but he’s also one of his best friends. And a good person. And Donny wasn’t going to let one prick ruin his night. All that would happen would be Donny flinging his arm around Murray and leading him to another group that would be a little more welcoming and a little less dickhead.

Murray, however, was quickly running out of steam. Sure, he could probably see that Donny was attempting to help, and he appreciated Donny’s care and concern but he felt like he was drowning out here-- he wasn’t made for parties! He was made for...cozy nooks and empty coffee houses and...and in the soft but strong arms of his ex. Sigh.

Or, you know, that was until they managed to find the one person who actually laughed at something Murray said (and not in a mean, dismissive way!). He made an obscure joke about some movie and she giggled, having to hide her laughter behind her hand. Both Murray and Donny seemed taken aback by the action seeing as how...well, Murray wasn’t exactly a comedian. Donny lightly elbowed Murray closer. “Heh, good one Murray-- that's why I love this guy, ya know? Funny guy-- a real fun guy, ya know?” The look Murray threw him clearly said, What? I’m not a fun guy! But Donny’s brows raised, chin directing his friend’s attention. “Hey, ya girls want anythin’? Refills? Hot wings-- I’m pretty sure I can score us some hot wings. Dude, I know you want wings.” With everyone's order, he heads out to see how the hell he’s going to manage to find hot wings. Eh, he could always order delivery; who’s going to stop him right?

Donny can’t help but hang back, quietly watching the two go off on a tangent. Mission: Get Murray Out of the House....Successful.

[stiffy97]

They were all alcoholics with good hearts

We stirred the pot, called upon lawn darts

Throw it up, not knowin how it would go down

Might be on my head, straight in the crown

Swear we got raped without a sound

Passed from generations without hesitation

Shouldn’t have had kids, we bigger babies now

Thinking maybe situations trigger us

But its trauma never communicated

My reservations make a sicker lust

The gratification of a simple safe haven

Always tryin to forget with a big ol bust

Wraps loaded with some of that sticky stuff

In the basement with the must, angel dust

Almost flew high and grew five more eyes

But I saw too much

Tryin to shift gears and I don’t have a clutch

Reality is too much

Everything makes me want to throw up

Brick on the pedal while breaking my cuffs

Cut off my hands so I can shake the cage that was made when I was young

Never asked to hold onto this stuff

Fracture my back so my spine becomes numb

Remember back when we could slack on a saturday

Watch cartoons, eat cereal, screamin oralé

Only because george lopez spoke that way

Middle class, house poor, facts I display

Could’ve been worse, par for the course played

Parents were too fucked up to speak love

Or stay together, so we go different ways

All I want is to communicate

All I want is to communicate

Silence sprays a disdain upon wires filled with violence

Its all disarray

I missed the ways shit changed, always in my tiredness

Sleeping all day

Its fine I guess to feel this way, normal’s the new fucked up anyway

Any BAE could get it when I quit smokin the potent

This is no joke, was so coked up I couldn’t see through the snow

Drink a fish underwater til I’m broke

Soaked in sweat everytime I get woke

Always feeling soso, missing goes the mojo

Sippin on soco, slippin in an old hoe when I get low

Feelin like a hobo when I distance me from the oh no’s

Can’t fly with the eagles, so I seperate from the flock

All alone in a space ship like I’m spock

Many men wish death upon my chops

Cut you off real quick when I take stock

[winedwords]

How are you?

Tired and a little depressed. but i’m trying. went grocery shopping and got all the good things. i’m cleaning and trying to self care. imagine requests are open to try and get my mojo back. tryin’ to make it a good day.

[ratherbewild-a]

ALL THE POSITIVITY I WANT TO READ ABT UR GOOD TIMES AND FAVES

     positivity meme. i love u tbh. and @starsforged for sending the same thing.

♥ What’s the absolute best experience you’ve had in RP?

     honestly i’ve been in rp for so long that this one is so hard. i would say maybe the first year or so of being in indie. i’d nearly quit rp altogether, i was struggling to churn out even a couple sentences and hadn’t roleplayed at all in months, and then ?? i joined indie all uncertain and intimidated by the drastic change in style from group rps, not sure if it was gonna get my mojo back, and i was like i’ll just rp w/ ilse until i find my footing, but i was immediately surrounded by such a solid, talented group of people. i had so many plots, i was writing so much, writing multi paras with an ease i’d never had before, and it was... so magical and so special and so important to me after struggling for as long as i did.

♦ What’s your favorite thing about RP, generally?

     getting to explore my muses and getting to help my friends explore their muses. just. all those layers and all that development it’s just !!!! the best.

♚ Have you ever made any lasting friends through RP?

     yes!! i’ve known @aardently , @msngs , and another bff of mine since 2013!! and while i may not still be super close w/ even older rp friends, there are several that i’m still mutuals with on social media and we do still talk a couple times a year.

⚜ Have you ever met anyone from RP in real life?

    yep!! i actually ended up in a long-term relationship w/ someone i met through rp lmao so like... duh --- but also i spent a week with @msngs last year!! my all time fav clubbing partner. never 4get. miss u.

✮ Do you think you’ve improved as a writer through roleplaying?

     y e s. because of roleplay, i’ve been writing somewhat consistently for the past eight years. from age and practice alone, improving was inevitable tbh. 

☄ Has roleplay positively affected your life in some ways?

     several ways! it gave me a safe space to explore my sexuality thru my muses when i was a scared lil kid tryin to figure shit out. it gave me friends when i was Sick and lost my IRL social life when i had to go into homeschooling and basically spent two years in bed. it still gives me friends tbh b/c i only rly have those see-once-every-few-months kinda friends irl and i’d be lonely af w/o rp folk. as said above, it’s wildly improved my writing, and encouraged me to stay creative when i probably wouldn’t’ve on my own. and i’m sure there’s more. i luv rp.

☯ Tell us all about your favorite muse you’ve ever written and why they meant so much to you.

     to no one’s surprise, it’s my boy sam. i just... relate to him on such a ridiculous, unexpected level, in both the smallest and biggest of ways, and he’s been a part of me for so long now that it’s just like... of course he’s my number one. where everyone else saw a comedy i saw a tragedy, and i just... wanna wrap my sad, hopeful, goofy boy up in a blanket and keep him safe. 

☼ Have you learned any new skills from being involved in RP (coding, editing, making GIFs, etc)?

     i was editing long before i started editing things for roleplay, but i’ve definitely gotten a lot better since, and started doing a lot more. i did, however, learn to code for roleplay, so thanks rp! also learned how to be professional, how to deal with hordes of people, and how to talk openly about shit going on ooc from being an admin and running a rph; i’d say that counts tbh. 

☀ Have you ever joined a new fandom that you only discovered through RP?

     i don’t do fandoms anymore but lmao. i literally started watching the magicians b/c of you and ilse. watched one day at a time and cruel intentions b/c of ilse. was motivated to watch the oa sooner than i would’ve on my own b/c you IM’d me about oa!sam. && there’s a shit ton of other shows (supernatural, even) that like... i didn’t necessarily ‘discover’ through rp or start watching for rp reasons, but i started watching because someone i met through rp was a fan and got me interested.

♨ What unlikely, ‘only possible in RP’ ships have you enjoyed writing with your muses?

     i’ve done every ship under the sun in the years i’ve been playing sam lmao, but... the crossover ships are the Obvious Answer. exploring how two muses from entirely different worlds would work together, and throwing them in aus just to make it possible for them to even meet, it’s... so good. 

❀ What is your favorite thing about your current fandom or RP community?

     again, i don’t do fandoms, and i don’t get like... actively involved in specific rp communities, but i’ve?? got a nice lil group of friends here and i love that!! it’s been a minute since i’ve had something like that and i just... luv the luv.

✉ Say something nice about someone you follow!

     @starsforged is my Newest Friend so i’m gonna talk abt her!! she’s. so unbelievably sweet && creative && enthusiastic. it’s rare that i meet people that i can like... immediately have relaxed, comfortable conversation with. there’s usually that stiff small-talk beginning or that period where you both try too hard to avoid the stiff small-talk beginning, but when i started talking to em, it was just... so natural and easy, and we clicked so fast, and it was beautiful. and she’s so talented!!! both at writing and her freaky psychic p/nterest abilities. bless her tbh. she’s gr8.

[beatmyaudio]

Number One Spot Song Lyrics – Ludacris

Number One Spot Song Lyrics

Number One Spot Song Lyrics From Popular Hollywood Artist Ludacris from Album.

This song is sung by singer ” Ludacris ” in Year 2005.

Lyrics of Number One Spot :

im never goin nowhere so dont try me my music sticks in fans veins like an iv flows poison like ivy oh they grimy already offers on my 6th album from labels tryin to sign me respected highly hi mr oreilly hope all is well kiss the plaintiff and the wifey drove through the window the industry super sized me now the girls see me and a rivers what they cry me im on the rise so many people despise me got party ammunition for those tryin to surprise me surprise its a celebration and everyone should invite me roll with the crew or meet the bottom of our nikes blaow explorer like dora these swipers cant swipe me my whole auras so mean in my white tee nobody lightskinded reppin harder since icet you disagree take the tyson approach and bite mewhoa dont slip up or get got why not man im comin for that number one spot alright rappers swearin they on top nuh uh uh uh but im comin for they number one spot alright man scheme scheme plot plot say what im comin for that number one spot woo hey keep it goin it wont stop what you doin man im comin for that number one spotyes indeed ludacris im hotter than nevada ready to break the steerin column on yo impala if i get caught bail out popo i tell em holla in court i never show up like austin powers fazha father father and hey i love gold but can buy anything i want from the records ive sold jacuzzis hot cristal is so cold neighbors catch contacts from the blunts that ive rolled a pig in a blanket a smoke and a pancake drop albums nonstop once a year for my fans sake i crush mics until my hand breaks then shag now and shag later til these women cant stand straight the ludameister got em feelin so randy im doublexl so i call em my eye candy brush my shoulder and i pop my collar cause im worth a million gazillion fafillion dollarswhoa dont slip up or get got why not man im comin for that number one spot alright rappers swearin they on top nuh uh uh uh but im comin for they number one spot alright man scheme scheme plot plot say what im comin for that number one spot woo hey keep it goin it wont stop what you doin man im comin for that number one spotcausin lyrical disasters its the master make music for minimes models and fat bastards these women tryin yo get me out my pelle pelle they strip off my clothes and tell me get in my belly stay on the track hit the ground runnin like flojo sent back in time and ive never lost my mojo ladies and gentlemen ah boys and girls ludacris sent down to take over the whole worldwhoa dont slip up or get got why not man im comin for that number one spot alright rappers swearin they on top nuh uh uh uh but im comin for they number one spot alright man scheme scheme plot plot say what im comin for that number one spot woo hey keep it goin it wont stop what you doin man im comin for that number one spot

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Introductions || Mac and Dean

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The brick exterior and multi-paned windows eluded to times long past. She could smell the rot and mildew inside the walls, even hear the shifting of the building as age settle into its bones further. A decrepit location for rest, though the usual tenants were likely as decrepit as the walls. Except for one, the one she had come to see.

She’d had to wait. He worked like clockwork, she knew, always needing to escape his housemates to sate the thirst of the blemish to his flesh and soul. The thing that made him even more dangerous and terrifying than even before, which many would day was saying quite a lot.

Her knock was light, but loud enough do he’d hear. She knew he was awake, so she had no concern for waking him. Her concern was the weapons she knew would be trained on her and at the ready even before he opened the door.

It had gotten bad again, way more quickly than the last, which had induced a tightening of his chest that threatened to choke him from the inside out. Panicked that his end was racing towards him like a wildfire, but even more so at the thought that no one could stop him before it became too late.

He had been struggling to focus on his laptop’s screen for about a hour, at least. The blood rushing in his ears, the fast pounding of his heart, was making it difficult, but what really broke his attention was a timid knock at the door. It was like a switch turned on, drawing him to his full height and unsheathing his weapon as his Hunter instincts took over. He knew, just by the knock alone, that it wasn’t Sam, which lead him to his next conclusion, but looking through the peephole-- instead of a brunette-- stood a blonde. His brows furrowed. “Ya have the wrong room, Sweetheart,” he informed through the crack in the door.

“That would be impossible, Dean Winchester.” She gave a sad smile as she lifted her hands to show she was unarmed. “I don’t make such mistakes.” She glanced past him into the room, what she could see from the small opening he had made with the door, then back to him. “I have come to offer some support, if you’ll allow it.”

The blood drained from Dean’s face out of habit, hearing his name come from the unknown girl and putting him at a disadvantage. He didn’t like it. He adjusted the angel blade in his fist, ready to use it if need be, even though her stance shifted into an even less defensive one than before. “Support?” he questioned, doubt-filled and suspicious. “I ain’t runnin’ a charity.”

Her lips pressed together in a thin line.  “I’m aware help from my siblings has been minimal... At best.” She also knew many who had offered their assistance in the past had done so for their own selfish and not entirely well meaning needs. “Castiel is not well accepted by many, but those who do accept him wish to follow his lead. In doing so, I’m here to offer whatever I can provide. Including information.”

The girl let slip of what she was by a familiar phrase, paired with the way she spoke, making Dean’s mind jump to Cas. It didn’t take much time after that for her to confirm his suspicion. “Uh huh,” he said, glancing behind the girl before returning. “Cas send you?”

She hesitated, biting her lip at the question he directed at her. She didn’t communicate with her brothers and sisters much. Cas knew of her wish to help, to specifically get involved with the Winchester brothers, but she had yet to speak on this with him. That was probably something to have been done before this moment. “Not exactly. But he’d vouch for me were you to ask him about my intentions and loyalty. You’ll find I’m not much like my siblings.”

The hesitation gave him the answer before she even opened her mouth to reply. He glanced out into the hall again before he stepped back opened the door further to let her in. “Not sure if that’s as comfortin’ as you’re tryin’ t’make it sound.” Once she was in he shut the door behind her, re-locking it. “So which Bible-thumper are you?” he asked turning to face her. The blade remained in hand but it was now held more loosely than before.

She smirked at his verbiage, always amused by the differences in speech from one human to the next. “Machidiel. You can call me Mac.” She replied easily. She moved into the small room, gaze rolling across the walls a moment before she found a chair and sat, one leg crossing over the other automatically. “I don’t mean to cause alarm. There’s a lot-- including plenty you have no knowledge of-- happening, now. It’s simply time I take my stance, and I’ve chosen you, the hunters, as my side to align with.”

Her name didn’t ring familiar, but that didn’t mean much, nor did it give him any hint on whether or not she was lying. His instinct was, of course, to assume she was, but he’d give her the benefit of the doubt-- for now.    Dean watched her stroll into the room before planting herself on a chair, sitting straight and proper, the kind of rigidness that came from being an Angel. She spoke then, claiming her presence wasn’t cause for alarm but that she was simply choosing a side. “Well, that’s great an’ all,” Dean replied, unable to keep the skepticism completely out of his tone. “We’ll be sure t’send ya the starter pack, but, uh... Is there a reason why you’re here? Or how you even found me, for that chance?”

“It wasn’t easy, and it’s doubtful any my siblings could find you without help. So no, you don’t have to worry about a sudden flood of angels at your door.” She smirked at the thought before she continued. “Your journey has been long and difficult, not unlike others before you. The courage and strength you expel daily, especially in your current condition, is exceptional. I only offer my help and guidance to those who show they are worthy, as you have.” Her lips pursed. “I want to try to help you with the Mark of Cain, since Castiel is wrapped up in things he shouldn’t honestly be worrying about.”

Well, that was reassuring, he guessed. Angels, who weren’t Cas, didn’t seem to see eye-to-eye on anything, and that level of frustration was probably the last thing he needed right now. And this ‘Mac’ character didn’t seem much of a contrast to her ‘siblings’ as she had first claimed. But maybe that was just because he was judging too quickly, stereotyping her on the few similarities she held because of what she was. He needed to take a step back before he did something rash and possibly unnecessary. So instead he listened, trying not to pick her apart by the way she moved or said something but actually absorb what she was saying. Initially, it proved difficult, but then she mentioned the Mark of Cain and he was all ears. He had to blink a few times before he could answer. “You-- wanna help-- me?” he asked. Was the disbelief too hard to hear? “Seriously?”

Her brow furrowed at his response. Was he stupid or just surprised? She could assume both from what she’d seen and heard, but she’d behave herself. For now. “Seriously.” She confirmed. “Castiel is busy, and you clearly need more guidance on the matter before you destroy everything and everyone that matters to you. I watched Cain do it, I don’t want to watch you do it, too.” The last was said with conviction, though she’d admit (only to herself) that she feared she was too late. Still, it was worth a try. Cain had never had angelic support, and maybe that had been why he’d ended up the way he had. Of course, she was more understanding of things than most angels, so that might have had something to do with it. Then, she had been forbidden to involve herself. Now? She made her own decisions.

The Angel, of course, seemed confused when he didn’t jump for joy at her offer out of nowhere from someone he had just met two seconds ago, and Dean couldn’t but see Cas in the confusion. It might’ve sparked a smirk had the girl not turned the conversation dark by focusing on the obvious. His stance had become slightly defensive unconsciously, the matter just a bit too personal for some unknown Angel to speak so openly about. “No offense, uh-- Mac, was it? But last I checked your angel mojo couldn’t touch it.--So unless you’ve got the updated weapon pack I don’t see what you can really do.” His face had fallen into despair, hopelessness filling every crease; the look of a man who had clearly already given up.

She watched the emotions play through his features in the brief silence that settled between them. When he spoke again, his tone was that of the Dean Winchester she had come to know so well from the stories and watching him from afar. “You’re right, our Grace does nothing to the Mark.” Her lips pursed. “But last I checked, your pet angel hasn’t been around to help you much. I’m not Castiel, but I’m not useless. And from what I can tell, you’re low on options.”

Machideiel validated his knowledge, that, probably all, he assumed, Angels couldn’t remove or alter the mark residing on his arm, but also added that the usual angel on his shoulder was off dealing with his own problems and therefore not available to help, unlike she, apparently. Her reason: because she decided to join Team Hunter. At least according to her, but only having just met her Dean had no reason to trust her and believe anything she said. Unfortunately, however, she was right about one thing: he had low to no options, and his tightened jaw said that he wasn’t happy about it. “Fine. I guess,” he said, gruffly. “Maybe some unfamiliarity is a good thing...”

A smug look crossed the angel’s features and she sat a little straighter. No one ever said living among humans for so long hadn’t had any affect on her. “Glad you could come to your senses.” She said with a bright smile. “Oh, I almost forgot. I’m pretty sure I can help with another problem you’re having. No promises, but--” she shrugged. “I’m pretty good.”

Dean rolled his eyes. “Yeah, whatever. You’re only a substitute, so don’t get too comfortable.” He’d much rather have Cas, the two of them having gone through much together that he trusted him wholly, but as she said, Cas already had his hands full.    Dean’s brows furrowed when she mentioned another problem he was dealing with and how she could help. “Okay, settle down there, Blondie,” he told her, not missing the arrogance like she was his literal gift from heaven. “What other problem?”

“Oh, I’m aware. As any of my siblings would be.” She noted, his anger at her not being Castiel clear in the way he spoke. His demeanor shifted again and he threw that famous sarcasm and attitude her way. She quirked a brow. “Auryon.” The woman herself was a problem, never mind what she had become in the last year or so. Mac hadn’t been part of Heaven or its workings, but she knew when to pay attention. And when the King of Hell dragged a hunter back from Hell reeking of his power, everyone paid attention. The fact that that simple hint of power had since turned into something she knew even Crowley himself was growing wary of was something to definitely pay attention to. No matter what he had done to her, that power would destroy the woman if Crowley-- or someone else-- didn’t do something soon.

As long as she understood her position, and that he only agreed because of his dire need for help. And that his desperation didn’t mean he trusted her, neither. Although he was sure that was conveyed with how he stood rigid in front of her, and how the weapon in hand still remained unsheathed.    Dean asked her what other problem she was referring to and the single-worded answer she gave had his defensive stance faltering, unable to help it. “You can help her? Free her from Crowley?”

Her lips pursed as he eyed her, his thoughts and feelings on her clear in so many ways. Fine. She hadn’t expected easy, not with a Winchester. His question came with a swift chance to his demeanor, to his entire attitude. “I may,” she admitted slowly. “I have been on earth a very long time and observed things my siblings have not. I believe I know for a way to help her. But I will not promise anything; nothing is guaranteed.” She knew her answer would anger him but also hoped he would see she was trying not to mislead him. That would end worse than anything, se knew.

A spark of hope ignited in him at the angel’s maybe, to which he fought ardently to stomp out. Maybe’s were not guarantees, and false hope did nothing other than disappoint in the long run. And the woman basically said as much, but a maybe was better than sitting around on their asses, doing nothing. “I want you t’help her,” he said firmly, his expression hardening. “Ya wanna help? Fine. But I want your efforts focused on helpin’ her.”

Her lips pursed as she eyed him quietly, weighing the words she wished to use. Finally, she nodded her agreement. “May I ask you something, though?” She inquired carefully. It was something that truly bothered her, along with a few others like her. Maybe an answer would help her feel better about everything.

Following his decree, the young and blonde appearing angel stared at him with a pondering look, and Dean could only imagine what she was thinking. Angels were much harder to read than humans. After a moment, though, she nodded her consent, but her condition was an inquiry. Dean fave a short pause, but eventually said, “Yeah. What?”

She weighed his tone a moment, knowing her words were some that others had probably asked. But it was something she wanted to know the answer to herself, before she did anything. A soft clearing of her throat and the angel focused again on the hunter she had decided to help. “Why don’t you think you’re worthy of saving? Heaven itself-- God himself-- has found you worthy many a time. And yet you ask me to help only a woman you care for and not yourself.”

The woman seemed, again, hesitant, like she wasn’t sure what kind of reaction her words would cause, and she was smart to be so but the slowness also sorta bothered Dean. He wished she’d just spit it out and hurry the moment along. Time was not his friend, never really had been, but even more so lately, that he did not like to waste it. Eventually, she asked her question, one he didn’t expect, and again, he felt exposed with her hitting too close to home. Stupid perceptive angels. He scoffed under his breath, shaking his head, before answering. “I need Ry safe. Alright? Away from Crowley. That’s all that matters. Everything else...” He swallowed, looking down for a second and then back up with a weak smile plastered on his lips. “Well, let’s just say I’ve accepted my fate.” The smile vanished as his determination came back. “But Ry’s fate is not sealed. Not as Crowley’s-- super suit. No. She deserves better.”

She listened to his words, heard and saw the emotions. For the most part, he seemed sincere and devoted to what he said. But she had been on Earth a long time, had spent decades of her existence among humans. During that time, she had found that every man, woman and child had a will to live that never went away. So while Dean was honest in his declaration, she could see he was not so fully committed to that acceptance as he would like to believe.    Love did that to people. His love for the woman, Auryon, and for his brother while we were on the topic, overwhelmed everything else. But it was that love, she could tell, that kept a part of Dean Winchester from really, truly accepting his fate. A fate that she wasn’t so sure he was doomed to.    “I’ll help her to my fullest ability,” she promised when he finished speaking. “But I’m not giving up on you so easily. Castiel has not, therefore I will not either.” Not that Cas would know her as anything other than a sibling. But it was difficult not to know of and about all that Castiel had done and was doing.

If Dean knew what she was thinking, and what she had concluded, he would’ve repeated himself about angels being perceptive. Because, yes, she was right, he couldn’t actually fully accept that his time was up. He wanted to, it’d make things easier, and he could actually have some peace of mind, but there were two things stopping him. And he needed to know they were safe and that they would be okay before he could finally let go.    Mac promised she’d help with Ry, but that she wasn’t going to give up on him either. “Fine, whatever,” he said after a moment, not as comforted by that as she may think. “But only after you’ve done everything you can t’help her. She comes first.”

She accepted his gruff agreement of her words with a small smile, giving him a nod in response to his final demand. “Of course,” she agreed softly. “She will be my foremost concern, Dean. You have my word on that.” She knew her word, to him, would mean little. But it was the most important and strongest promise and bond she could offer. It was not something she gave lightly, and never had. In all her time, she could count on her hands the number of humans she had truly offered her binding word to. But, of course, he would not know nor care for this fact.

Dean allowed himself a deep breath, nodding. He still needed to check with Cas, make sure this angel was who she said she was before he could actually trust her to do anything, but if she could really help... Having another angel on their shoulder was something they could use. “I want you t’promise me somethin’ else, too,” he muttered after a moment, looking back at her. “If I--” He swallowed thickly but continued all the same. “If it becomes too late for me... I won’t become that thing again. So I, uhm-- need ya t’take me out. Just in case Cas isn’t around. Do whatever you have to, but... Don’t let me come back with black eyes. I can’t...” He shook his head, trying to escape the memories that had formed. “I won’t relive that.”

She allowed him to get his request out, keeping her gaze on him but her mouth closed. His demeanor had changed enough that she knew his words held a deep importance. Once he finished, she pressed her lips together thoughtfully, nodding slowly. “Again, my word. I would not wish that on anyone.” She assured. But she felt a sharp jolt within at his request. She truly hoped it wouldn’t come to that; she didn’t truly know if she’d be able to follow through. A normal demon, sure. A Knight was harder. Especially one that also happened to be Dean Winchester. “You have nothing to worry about.”

Dean stared at her intently, making sure the importance of his request got through to her and searching for any flicker of deception on her host’s face. A moment later, satisfied, he dialed it back and scoffed dryly at her assurance that he didn’t have to worry. “No, but you will if you don’t stop me,” he replied, again giving her a meaningful glance before he dropped it, pawing absently at his arm with the blade still held loosely in his fist. “Do ya keep your ears on or do I need a number to get a hold of ya?”

She had to force herself not to sigh at him as he got that final comment in. She knew Castiel was busy with other things, such as Heaven, but she also knew he’d never neglect helping Dean. Especially with a situation such as this. And she’d do her best to assist.

“I have a phone,” she confirmed, “But I also listen for those who need me. I’ll give you my number, however, just in case.” It was best he had more than one way to call her, anyway. That way he’d be sure to get her attention when he needed it.

“Phones are better for me anyhow,” Dean admitted, still not comfortable, even through the years, with praying, and fished out his phone from his pants’ pocket. He pressed a couple of buttons, the phone beeping as he did so, before he held it out for the young blonde to take. “I hope you’re more familiar with technology than the rest of the God Squad.”

She smiled at his phrase ‘God Squad’. “I know my way around it.” She chuckled, punching in her number. “I’ve been around Earth a little more than most of the others.” She added as she handed the phone back. “Is there anything I can do for you while I am here? I have some time, and I know Castiel is busy.”

Well, that was refreshing to hear. Training Cas hadn’t exactly been easy, to say the least, and he still didn’t fully comprehend the voicemail function. “That’s a relief,” he uttered, taking back the tiny machine and re-pocketing it. The angel-- Mac asked then if she could do anything for him while she was there, like she was a new maid he had just hired.    “Uh.” He hesitated, again wanting to run her name by Cas first, but... “Ya know of any cases in the area?”

She squinted thoughtfully at his question, sending out her senses to fell for anything unnatural around them. A few docile beings, but nothing causing a disturbance. Not in the immediate area, at least. As she pushed herself further away, she caught the sensation of a demon. Strong, dangerous. Wreaking havoc. She snapped back to the tiny room with Dean and focused on the hunter. “There’s a demon.” She said softly. “Three towns over. Been there a while, somehow keeping under the radar. He’s powerful.” She locked her gaze on the man. “I’d take great pleasure in helping you destroy him.” She was aware of the change in her tone and demeanor. A danger to her seeping through that she often kept in check. Nothing alarming, just a reminder of the soldier of war she had been created to be and escaped long ago. But certain things brought it out. One of the worst of demons se’d encountered in a while happened to fall into that category.

It was like a switch as she searched the surrounding area with her Grace or whatever; her face went idle, her eyes glossing over, and reminded Dean of a loading screen. He waved a hand in front of her face; no reaction. Not even a blink. Dropping his arm back to his side he waited impatiently through the next few seconds before the angel rebooted and came back online, focusing on him.    “Well?” he asked, eyebrows in anticipation, and she informed him that there was a demon, a strong one, infesting a town not far from where they stood. Not being able to rely just on her word, not yet, and needing to see some kind of proof to back up this claim Dean moved over to his laptop and started typing away.    He was about to ask her the exact town when she locked eyes with him and let out her shocking statement. He was slightly taken aback, but also knew, through past dealings, that some angels could be quite ruthless. Mac just hadn’t come across as one. But that might of had something to do with the fact she was sporting a young woman, barely out of her teens. “Okay, settle down there, Buffy. Just tell me what town he’s in.”

The reference was lost on her, bus she chose not to comment. Instead she simply watched the hunter do what he was best at doing. She rattled off the town the demon was in, now constantly aware of the creature at the edge of her senses. “I don’t mean to sound eager about killing,” she said after a moment of thought. “But this particular demon has a dangerous habit that many avoid. I’d much like to ensure he’d taken care of.”

Dean typed the town into his computer’s search engine and began scanning the news, looking for any tragedy that could be the handiwork of a demon. He was in the middle of a promising article when his company-- someone he almost forgot was still there-- added onto her earlier comment, about not meaning to sound eager when it came to killing. “First off, when it comes to killing demons-- Ain’t nothin’ wrong with some eagerness. Just as long as it doesn’t get ya killed. Being able t’dance on their graves is definitely a perk of The Job,” he told her, glancing up from his screen. “Secondly-- How much experience ya got with demons? ‘Cause I ain’t gonna hold ya hand.”

She let him respond, amuse by his verbiage. She so enjoyed the differing ways humans used their languages. She was more amused by his question, however, and smiled at him as he finished. “I think I can manage,” she replied without hiding her amusement. Not all angels were accustomed to facing demons, but they could all stand their ground with the use of their blades and their Grace. Mac had been on Earth for a millennia, and had faced her fair share of demons during that time.

While Dean knew that Angels had, yes, been around much longer than he had, there was no guessing how much field work and how recent this particular angel had logged. Especially when he knew that it had only been a few years now that they had come down from their perches on the observation deck. He just didn’t want her in the way. He needed a kill, his body taut with the undeniable urge, and this demon had just made top of the List. “Uh huh,” Dean replied after squinting slightly at her once again expressed cockiness. Over-confidence could often be an issue when it came to hunting. “Well, if I decide t’say yes to God as my co-pilot... Just-- make sure t’stay outta my way.” That wasn’t said out of over-confidence but rather a warning, knowing just how badly he needed this, and the Mark wasn’t picky whose blood it fed on. “An’ that you follow my lead.”

She wasn’t ignorant to the sensation of pure need that came from him. She was aware of the cause and what the need was. She had done well to ignore it. If she was honest, she normally would have pushed the subject until the other snapped. But this was different. She had seen what it made Cain into. That Dean had withstood for so long was something to be said for his strength. But no on was completely unbreakable. Clearly he had found ways to sate the bloodlust, but that didn’t make it safe. In fact, it could be quite the opposite if they weren’t careful. “Right,” she replied with as much cheer as she could muster. “You’re the boss.”

Dean nodded once, satisfied and somewhat relieved that she chose to comply instead of argue. While angels were usually prone to following Mac had already said herself that she had chosen a more independent, lesser traveled path to walk. But she had seemed keen on helping him... Leaning back, away from his laptop, he reached across the bed to grab his phone off the nightstand. A notification showed a text from Sam, but Dean ignored it for now and went to his contacts, clicking on Cas’s name. He shot him a text, asking him about Mac and what he knew about her, before throwing it back over his shoulder. “So, Mac,” he started, looking towards the screen and to her. “What made you decide t’go rogue?”

A smirk formed at his question. that was a long story that they didn’t have time for. Luckily, she had a shorter version. “I’ve been on Earth for a very long time. Since about the time the vikings rose up.” She shrugged. “You could say I was a bit of a rebellious teenager. I thought humans had more to offer than my siblings did. I wanted to be among them, to learn about them... and I just never went back.”

Controlling family meets rebellion; that’ll do it, as Dean knew too well. “So, basically you’re The Little Mermaid,” he summed up for her, and as an afterthought hoped she didn’t understand that reference. “Do you regret it?”

She lifted a brow at his reference. “I suppose you could say that. But instead of giving up my voice, I gave up everything I knew. And no, I don’t regret it one bit.” She should be surprised that she didn’t have to think, just answered, but after so long she should be able to answer that question with ease. Still, she would always have that little nagging feeling in the back of her mind.

To be fair Dean hadn’t actually watched the Disney flick but just happened to stumble across its plot lie when browsing the internet for research on sirens. It was a strange thing for him to retain, but strange is what usually stuck with him. That didn’t stop the slight reddening of his face, however, when she gave him a peculiar look.    He cleared his throat, looking back at the screen. “Good,” he commented. He didn’t need an angel who wasn’t fully committed. And as soon as he heard back from Cas, he could actually begin to trust her, if only just so.

Dean clicked on a few articles before deciding that it was enough to go on and shut his computer. He got up and started packing up his few loose items, but was still careful around the woman.

She had to hide the small smirk that formed at his small display of embarrassment. It didn’t even phase her but he was able to reference a children’s movie. Hadn’t every human seen it? The short response was again not unexpected. She was just glad he hasn’t tried to kill her yet.    As he moved around the room, packing up his items, she took the time to look around and get to know the type of person he was. Neater than she expected, but not so neat that it was unusual. Any human that was particularly tidy was not always as they seem.

“We’re taking my car,” he informed, leaving no room for argument, as he finished his task. “That means no zapping. You’re gonna sit your ass in the vehicle an’ you’re not gonna whine about it. Also, there will be no touching of the radio.--Now I’ve sent word to Cas, an’ if you don’t sit right by him then you won’t by me either. You can go find some other Hunter to flock with. We understand each other?” He wasn’t unkind as he spoke to the young woman, but merely stating that that was the way things were gonna be.

Her brows lifted, but she didn’t argue. In fact, she had to fight not to let her smile of glee show. She loved cars. Sure, they were slower than flying, but they fascinated her. The mention of her brother had her nodding. She was sure Cas remembered her and knew she was not a danger. But she couldn’t help the tinge of worry she had that, for some reason, he had forgotten her or that his feelings had changed. “I understand,” she stated. “Like I said; you’re the boss.”

Dean took a moment to pause, searching her expression thoroughly as he was trained to do, but seeing no deception he nodded once, satisfied. “Yes, I am,” he murmured as he moved past her, opening up the door. His manners kicked in then, as he stood to the side and waited for her to exit first. He’d also feel better to have her in front of him, instead of behind, as they made their trek to Baby.

She offered a sweet smile as he held the door for her. “Thank you,” she added as she passed and exited the room. She blinked at the change in light and the shift in the sounds around her. “Is there anything specifically you’d like me to do when we get where we’re going?” She wondered.

Dean acknowledged her thank you with a curt nod but no comment, shutting the door behind them.    Once outside he squinted, repositioning his bag across his shoulder, and gestured towards the shiny black Impala just across the tiny parking lot. The Angel took the time to ask an inquiry as they walked the cracked, worn pavement. “Don’t die,” was the first thing that came to mind. If the demon was as powerful as she suggested he’d need the backup. “Oh, an’ don’t let me die.” With a squeak, the trunk opened and Dean unloaded his crap before shutting the hatch again. “Though, it would be funny t’see the demon’s face when I resurrected...” He had a small, amused smirk playing on his face before it dawned on him that imaging that wasn’t funny.    Giving Mac a side glance he walked over to the driver’s side and got in.

She watched him go through the motions as a man who had done this countless times before. A ghost of a smile crossed her face, fleeting though it was, because it was moments like this that were her favorite part of being among the humans. They were, whether they were noticed or not, private moments. Small peeks into who the person was and what they loved most. This man was made for this job, and he knew that he was. Despite all that he had been through, all that he had lost, he had embraced his life.    “It would certainly be amusing, yes.” She commented with a chuckle. Following his lead, she opened the passenger’s side and climbed in, closing the door once she had settled into the seat. The dashboard seemed miles away from her vessel; clearly a much larger person had sat here before her. “And I won’t let you die.”

Dean had leaned over the bench seat in attempt to open the passenger’s door as an afterthought but only managed to get it unhinged before the small blonde swung it open fully.    Repositioning himself back in his seat he watched her follow suit. The girl she was in seemed so young, almost too young, and it made him wonder about her; if she was still even alive in there. Frowning he looked away, focusing out through the windshield.    After a moment, she’d said that she wouldn’t let him die, to which he nodded and started the car.

They had gotten a few miles down the road, music filling the silence, before Dean turned it down a bit and asked the obvious question. “So... What makes you think you can help me?”

“Which situation do you ask about? Because my answer depends on what you’re seeking information on.” She glanced at him, trying her best not to read emotions that she could see filtering through his green eyes. He was expressive through them, especially when she could tell he was trying to hide all emotion. His curiosity was tinged with more emotions than she wanted to put words to, but especially doubt and suspicion. Both of those made her feel uneasy. Not because she feared him or what he could do to her, because let’s not be ignorant, he could most certainly do plenty to her even without killing her. No, the uneasiness was because she knew that if she didn’t deliver what she was promising she was letting someone else down. And Dean Winchester was not someone you wanted to let down.

Okay, so he thought it was the obvious question. But she did have a point. She had offered to help with more than one problem. “Well, I guess in general,” he answered. “As you know I’ve already for angel help.” An angel he trusted with his life, and knew that if he was able to help him he would have. “An’ no offense or anything, but you don’t strike me as anything special.” And she had already admitted that her power couldn’t touch the Mark, and he knew that it couldn’t sever the link between Ry and Crowley either because Cas had already tried. “Not that having another angel in your corner ain’t useful...” Especially when headed into a fight, like they were now.

She hesitated long enough to think about it. She knew her answer, but she needed to be sure. “I have seen more of my brothers and sisters die than I’d like to count. I haven’t been a part of the inner workings of Heaven for-- a very long time. But I know that it is chaos there, and that Castiel has a lot of work ahead of him.” She paused to lick her lips and pressed them together a moment. “I have seen you, and your brother, come out of situations most would have long failed at. I tend to like to support those I think are the strongest, the winning side. And that’s you, Dean.” She let the words for a few moments while she gathered in the emotions she suddenly felt. She knew she’d said more than he was expecting, but it was needed. She cleared her throat before she finished what she wanted to say. “I’m not the strongest of my kind, certainly. But I’ve been on earth long enough to know more than most. I can offer a different outlook, and I want to do that to help ensure you are able to come out of this standing, again.”

There was a pause, and Dean looked over to see the calculations practically play out in her expression. He wasn’t sure if the hesitation should give him comfort or not. Developed instinct automatically had him doubting, but the woman hadn’t done anything yet to put him totally off to her. So he tried to stow his paranoia for when she did answer he could focus on what she told him.

A little further down the lane she broke the silence and went into a monologue. At first, he was confused at where she was going with it, since it seemed unrelated to what he had asked, but as she continued her thought process connected. Though, if he was being honest, her speech didn’t do much to provide him with the hope he had been subconsciously seeking.    “Well, that’s...very ambitious of you,” he concluded. “If not a little misguided.” But beggars can’t be choosers.

Her gaze snapped to him, and she had the decency to look embarrassed. “Sorry, I got carried away. And while that’s all true-- I also just want this shit to be over with. I’m tired of watching people and Angels die. And you’re the only ones that I know of that can end it. So, I’ll do everything I can to help you.”

Dean frowned and was silent for a moment, wondering if he should say what was lying on his tongue or to just let it slide. He chose the former after clearing his throat. “I uh, know you guys are all about faith or whatever...but uhm-- you may be placing a little too much in me an’ my brother,” he admitted. “I mean, yeah, we’ve taken a few names, but not without costs. We never come out on top. Not really. I can say, looking back over the years, that Death honestly follows us around. I’d hardly refer that to the ‘winning side’.”

She couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped. She knew that that was how he felt but it still baffled her to hear him say it. “People die, Dean, every single day. They die of natural causes, they die from accidents, from monsters we can’t catch, and so many other reasons. It’s going to happen no matter what you do, and you can’t control that. And the costs that you speak of? Those are going to come with every situation no matter what side you’re on. But what you and Sam have done? The amount of people that are still alive because of the things you’ve done completely outweigh those that were lost in battle to get there. Of people knew the things that you did, the lives you saved, you would be much more than just Heroes. So you may not see yourself as the winning side, but there are many that do whether you realize it or not.”

His brows furrowed at hearing laughter come from his passenger, when he wasn’t trying to be funny but serious, and he looked over at her, his expression a confused scowl. The angel went on, not explaining her reaction but telling him her side of things, how she saw it. Honestly, most of it, he had heard before, but none of it ever stuck with him, and wasn’t any different. Maybe once he had considered himself a hero, but not anymore. Not after all the crap he’d done and gone through. Not with this brand on his arm.    Dean scoffed under his breath. “Well, sister, then they are just as delusional as you,” he muttered.

She rolled her eyes at his response, sighing and leaning her head back against the headrest. “Delusional or not, you’re stuck with me.” She noted. “Whatever you want or need, just say the word. If Cas isn’t available, I will be.” She knew that meant nothing to him now, before he knew her, but eventually she would be sure he understood the weight behind those words.

Dean was starting to get that, when she said he was stuck with her. At least if she was telling the truth. Again, she hadn’t done anything to cause suspicion, but Dean wasn’t exactly the most trusting of people. Especially as of late. And Angels were no exception. In fact he was probably even less trusting of them than actual people. Given his history, it was understandable.    Suddenly his back pocket vibrated, alerting him of a new message. Maneuvering with ease, while keeping the car straight on course, he dug out his cell. “Speak of the devil,” he murmured, smirking slightly at an afterthought, and opened up the text from Cas.

She didn’t say anything when she noticed his phone go off and that he looked at it. Even if he was driving and looking at his phone, she assumed he had practice on it whereas she certainly did not. She stayed silent and waited for him to speak again, his muttered comment making it clear that her sibling was the one contacting him.

Dean read through the text quickly, ignoring the scattered, and numerous, emoticons throughout it, and while it wasn’t exactly a shining recommendation he was searching for, it was good enough. At least for now. He’d know more about what she was really like after this excursion together. “Good news. Your ass gets to stay planted where it is. At least for now,” he informed. “Your final grade won’t be available until after we close the case, however.”

She quirked a brow at his words, smirking slightly. “Sure, okay. I can live with that. My ass is pretty comfy, anyway.”

“That’s cause that’s where my Sasquatch of a brother usually sits,” he informed. “Definitely been broke in a few miles back... Probably wouldn’t like it too much if he knew you were sittin’ in it though.”

She smiled brightly. “I’m sure he’d change his mind once he got to know me.” She replied, feeling that Sam would be the easier of the two to bond with.

Dean glanced over at her briefly, knowing she was probably right. “Demons are more his type,” he mumbled, a bitter taste in his mouth leaving a sour look on his face.

Mac pressed her lips, knowing the situation that was being spoke of. She hadn’t known that Dean still held on to that he prayed in frustration so tightly. “I didn’t mean in that sense,” she said with a sigh.

“I know what you meant,” he muttered in reply. “An’ you’re probably not wrong. Sammy’s more trusting than me... A little too trusting sometimes. Especially when it comes to the supernatural...and women. Double especially if its both.” He shook his head before he returned his attention back to his cell, pausing for a moment to decide something. Eventually he sent Ry a text to meet him at the town they were headed to.

“Well, you and I both know that he’s not stupid, despite his willingness to trust easily. I’m sure he can muss out whether or not I’m worth trusting.” She certainly hoped that, by then, Dean trusted her, too.

“Yeah, maybe,” Dean said, but he had someone else on his mind to help him determine that. Someone who was a little more hardened like himself; the same person he had just messaged to inform them of a change in plans. “For right now, that doesn’t matter. Like I said your official stamp of approval will be decided at a later date.” Actions spoke loud than words, after all. “In the meantime, we listen to some tunes.” He reached for the dial to turn it on.

Her lips pressed together, and she nodded as the music switched on. She listened for a few minutes, then turned her attention out the window and her thoughts for the remainder of the drive.

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