#werewolf dib

[dvtchie]

2 Instagram halloween doodle requests in one

[werewolfulrich]

You have to pet him. It's the law.

Drawn with my mouse.

[tinyriver-neonlights]

So, if Dib became a Werewolf, Zim would recognize him and it wouldn't be too different for how he sees him normaly

Thinking about Monsterfucker Zim.

Like, to him, Dib is a big hairy sapient primate with too many fingers, freaky teeth, and weird alien junk that hangs out all the time and base, primitive mating instincts that Irkens don't experience (except when they do). To him, Dib may as well be a werewolf.

[4ddi3addie2005]

Anyone wanna buy a dog?? For cheap?? (Shout-out to his YT channel… the dislikes R from Nat n Trencil)

Close-up of this cuz I like ittt

[cherry-pop-elf]

Oh yeah shit I forgot to tell you I finished the HP movies!

Rubs hands together

Time for some drum roll please

Random Bill Weasley Headcanons!

Bill Weasley, as a curse breaker, has built up an immunity to curses and extreme magic. This is why he and Fleur were able to get along so well. Her Veela blood didn’t cloud his vision. It’ll also be the reason why he wasn’t properly turned when attacked by Greyback

Speaking of Greyback I have a theory that Bill was specifically targeted by him. One idea is that Bill was possibly working on finding a cure/some kind of new medication for werewolves given he’s a curse breaker and close with Lupin. The other idea was that he possibly smelled like Remus and it Greyback wanted to hurt someone close to the man, or at least leave a message. Either way I have a strong theory there was a reason Greyback chose Bill

He is SOAKED in protection ruin tattoos. And I do mean soaked. Much of it of Arabic origin given his stay in Egypt.

The reason Ginny doesn’t seem to have any long term trauma from the Chamber Of Secrets incident was because Bill took care of her. Definitely not just a plot hole or forgotten detail. No way. Definitely not

Also we all know it would hardly reach the third book if Bill was involved because he would know about horcuxes and how to destroy them and probably even as far as how to save Harry with out AKing him. Just saying facts

Greyback isn’t a sweetheart. We all know his face is not gonna have that anime scar treatment. Like sir? Sir is scars are less visible than Lupins. Lupin has an excuse of being a child and growing up with them, and Greyback’s whole purpose was to infect than kill. Bill would 100% have a blind eye and face be hella fucked up. Like exposed teeth and cut into his hair line. LET DISABLE PEOPLE BE DISABLED

All the goblins at Gringotts are just a bunch of old men that took Bill in as the community kid. He canonically was taken in to be a curse breaker after he finished Hogwarts. Meaning he was under some kind of internship before then. Wouldn’t be a surprise if he would be classified as the world’s youngest curse breaker even. Not even eighteen and working as one at Gringotts of all places. Think about it

He’s a victim of third parent syndrome. So expect lots of him being more of a parent than a brother, and the emotional and mental fatigue that comes with it

His old patronus was a lion but I morphed into a wolf after he was attacked

Bill is the mostly ‘muggle’ out of all the Weasleys. You could drop him in the middle of a muggle city and he would blend in rather well, and actually function relatively well. He’s still a pureblood, but if for some reason he had to hide out in muggle society he can successfully do it. Blame it on all the rock bands he’s gone to listen play live

Given he had lived in Africa for a while he already knew some French, so when he and Fleur met he had impressed her with what he knew. Was a good ice breaker to explain his curse breaking career

Like every Weasley man he likes his women that can kick his ass

Definitely a massive perk of living on the beach was eating all the raw meat he wants. Fleur 100% planned that but don’t let Bill know that. He’s self conscious enough about it as he is

He used to be relatively tanned because of living in Egypt, but a side effect of having werewolf blood is getting sickly. He also returned to working at Gringotts when the war was over so he was trapped underground a lot. At least he can blame that for being pale

Definitely uses it as a excuse to check in on George and Ron at WWW

Ever since the attack chocolate never tasted the same to him. Also gave him a morbid realization on why Remus seemed to ‘love’ chocolate. Poor guy

Much like all kinks they stem from trauma. And that means someone here has a thing for pet play. Whoopsies.

As if Fleur could ever companion. Dommy mommy over there

Guard dog rights am I right?

Definitely has a bad habit of chewing.

Only got worse after the attack

Just look at Fleurs neck. HEYOOO!

Only allows his family, and the goblins, to give him any kind of dog or wolf nickname. If anyone else calls him such he WILL bite you

That also means he loves scritches

Give him all the scritches. He’s earned them

He also will chill out at Dobby’s grave to do paper work or just enjoy the sun. A means to keep him company. If anyone has intense respect for the dead it’s the guy who’s dealt with mummies

And that’s enough from me for not because I’m tired, busy with college shit, and period is around the corner so I’m very depressed. Don’t ask how many drafts I have. It’s alot. Hope you enjoy/share your own headcanons!

Rolls away

[valeress]

okay putting this out for nobody ever but i will be making the most complex poly svu relationship chart (everyone is in love with olivia benson)

[hazbincalifornia]

Can’t believe it, Dib brings his daughters friends dad who is a DEMON to the Swollen eyeballs meetup unintentionally but worst, fear turns to annoyance because oh my gosh bathinee gosztfuker I’m a big fan, big fan!!!

The fact that I headcanon the DOHRKS and the Swollen Eyeballs are partnered organizations (with DOHRKS focusing more on demons while the Swollen Eyeballs are more generalized paranormal creatures, although the DOHRKS have actual funding and the Eyeballs are mostly normal people pooing a budget together) makes this even funnier, tbh. This dude massacred god knows how many people they knew, but they don't even pick up on it!

They take a selfie with him and only realize like five years later '……Wait a second…..'

[pasteltraitor]

Artfight time!! Join me on artfight here! Hopefully, I can find the time and energy to draw a lot this month!

[juleteinthrum]

Alder must have had a #WerewolfMoment that me and Dib are working on uncovering. Unfortunately Alder in headspace is a lot more covert and weird about stuff than he was in our past life together, as well as being unable to remember a lot of details.

Source memory stuff is so hard!!!! We're so fascinated though!!! And Clarence (working title for the new cheetah guy) is spending time in and near our cabin trying to find answers to his own questions.

[werewolfulrich]

Have you created any Invader Zim AUs?

Oh yes! I have a Dibwolf AU. It's an AU where Dib is a werewolf, and he's like Gretchen's pet at night. lol He loves to eat treats, play with chew toys, and attack Zim until he bleeds.

[craziechwiv]

RWBY Monster girls vs ...Jaune Pt. 2

(Continuation of this post)

When we last left off with Jaune, he was on a journey to continue his family's tradition on becoming, a Monster Hunter! And so far, his journey has been...unsuccessful to say the least. Albeit, he has faced two types of monsters, but has not slain them. More like, tamed them in a way?

Jaune: LIKE I HAD A CHOICE!

Right...anywho~! Let's see if Jaune's luck with any other monsters prove to be fruitful towards his goal of making his ancestors proud! Now, with two companions, a wraith girl and a female werewolf, his band of allies can't possibly fail against further foes!

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In a snowy and frozen ridden forest, our hero (and co) was fighting for their lives against a group of ghouls that have sprung from beneath the cold layer of white. Jaune managed to slice through a couple however was in a intense sword fighting session with another, who had their own weapon for a fair fight.

Meanwhile, Ruby and Yang we're busy trying not to be surrounded by a horde of the undead, with Yang using her claws to dig deep in their weak spots, hoping they stayed dead. As for Ruby, she used her ghostly appearance to get behind a few and forcibly snap their necks or dig out their entrails and brains.

As seemed lost for the three as the ghouls didn't let up the assault, until a harsh wind blew through the forest, with Yang, Ruby, and Jaune taking its random occurrence to flee from the fight and hide behind a large boulder. Surprisingly, none of the ghouls followed them, with Jaune peeking from behind their cover, seeing them all frozen solid. As Jaune was perplexed before he saw a figure come from beyond the snow, it was a woman, with dirty white hair and...bare above her waist. Her fingernails were like claws as she showed a row of razor-sharp teeth. She took a look at Jaune, and a look at the bodies of the frozen ghouls, with some being dismembered still on the snow bed, blood staining it red. She took a nice whiff of the stench of foul meat and then ran up to Jaune, sniffing him.

Mahaha!Weiss: Mmm~. You're strong~.

Jaune: S-Stay back! I won't hesitate to take another one of you ou-

Mahaha!Weiss: I shall claim you as mine!

Jaune: I WILL NOT BE YOUR NEXT MEAL! Mahaha!Weiss: My new husband!

Jaune: Wait What?

Mahaha!Weiss: Eh?!

Wraith!Ruby: Oh, she's pretty! I take dibs on her~!

Werewolf!Yang: The that leaves me and the monster 'layer', ey Jaune~?

Jaune: Y'know what, I would rather die...

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

The Arcana Mini-HCs: Werewolf MC

~ as requested by @fox-daddy and anon :) ~

Julian: just a little bit too into the "dangerous" aspect of it. keeps asking you to bite him, "for science"

Asra: the least impressed by it overall (they've known you forever, it isn't new) but gives the best scritches

Nadia: regularly takes a day off to thoroughly shampoo, condition, detangle, groom, and perfume your coat

Muriel: likes knowing that you can be a friend to him and to Inanna. though he will silently call dibs on snuggles

Portia: thinks it's awesome but really wants to know if she can ride on your back like a horse. please. pretty please

Lucio: starts to ask why he can't transform into an intimidating animal figure and then remembers goatcio. sulks

[riddle-me-ri]

a/n: I'm sorry…but also not sorry this man has been rotating in my brain like a rotisserie chicken and I just need to get these thoughts and ideas done and out because hnngg. It’s gonna start off with normal relationship headcanons and then some added nsfw stuff further down the list. There will be a header for when the nsfw stuff starts.

Content Warning: mentions of sexually explicit content (genitalia, sex positions/habits)

Bigby Wolf - Relationship Headcanons (w/ some NSFW HCS)

- Congratulations! After much perseverance and patience…you've acquired a sheriff werewolf partner! 

- Once Bigby finally comes to terms with his feelings, it will still take time to adjust. 

- He's not used to being vulnerable and open, but if he was going to start…there was no better person than you.

- Bigby trusts you with pretty much everything he is and it means the world to him that you trust him tenfold with your own heart.

- Bigby can be very, very protective of you. He tries not to come off suffocating or controlling, it's just in his nature to protect those he loves. 

- He's not a huge fan of PDA. The most he will do is hold your hand or shoulder and/or maybe kiss your forehead if you guilt trip him enough to do it (poke out your bottom lip and do your best puppy eyes and he'll cave)

- There are many instances where Bigby would have liked to kiss you, but you'll likely have to be the one to initiate it and commit to it in order for it to happen.

- Sarcasm is one of your own love languages you share between each other. 

- Bigby may not be the best at remembering dates for certain things but he does remember the things you like/dislike especially if it has a distinct scent. 

- Speaking of his heightened senses, he's got them practically tuned into you most if not practically all the time. (Albeit again he isn't weird about it. It's just something that naturally occurs)

- If you're someone that has menstrual cycles he picks up on it earlier than you do and tries what he can to make the time of the month less dreadful. 

- Bigby is definitely hot blooded both figuratively and literally. Which makes him great for winter nights and a nightmare for summer nights.

- Speaking of which, he'll always have dibs on being the bigger spoon, you can try but not without Bigby being a smart-ass about it. 

NSFW Relationships Headcanons: 

- His favorite ideas for dates are: going for long walks to nowhere in particular (bonus if it's in the woods) and/or nights in at your place  (or his, but…considering the state it's in he feels more comfortable spending time in your home) with some take out food. 

- At the end of the day, Bigby may still screw up and make things messier than they were at his job but as long as he has you to love him unconditionally and smiling at him...he really couldn't ask for anything more.

- Bigby will primarily be the dominant one in your relationship.

- Even if he lets you take the reins every now and then, in the end he always reminds you he's always in control. 

- I hope you love a hairy man, cause with Bigby it's basically a given. Especially down there.

- Moderate length but very girthy dick that stretches and fills you perfectly to make you see stars.

- Not much of a tease at first but as you grow more comfortable in the newfound relationship he can be a bit of an asshole about teasing you.

- Especially when you know that he knows you're turned on from your scent alone and he does nothing about it. 

- Some encounters can get pretty intense and his eyes have glowed yellow and his claws have come out but he's never scared you or hurt you drastically. (Likely just turned you on more)

- He won't admit to many kinks outright but by all means please praise and validate this man, let him know he's doing something right. 

- Nothing motivates him more than hearing you moan, beg, and scream his name and how good he feels.

- Bigby has a preference for sex positions that have him above you in some capacity, he wants to have full access to all of you. 

- He can go slow and steady or fast and passionate, given his job it's more likely you guys have to learn to settle for a quickie. 

- Sex has also become a way for Bigby to relieve his stress and of course being the doting partner you are, you're more than willing to help him. 

- He's fairly caring in after care. He'll ask if you're okay (especially during your first encounters, he'll worry about being too rough or carried away please reassure this man) and/or if you need anything.

- He has no qualms about you cuddling up into his side or resting your head on his chest as he likely wraps his arm around you in return as he nods off to sleep soon after the moment is over. 

[gabessquishytum]

Hi Gabe and welcome back 💖💖 I’ve got a particularly delicious ask for you hehe

So TJ-Dragonblade and Delta-Pavonis both wrote incredible fics on the concept of immortal gigolo to the supernatural, Hob Gadling, and Dream finding out about said occupation in modern day.

But what if Hob had the opportunity to service Dream in 1389? Then 1489, and 1589…you get the gist. 

Maybe Hob is the token mortal at the agency who happens to become immortal because Dream just finds him so irresistible and he wants to fuck this mortal way past his normal lifespan. Or maybe Hob’s already met Death and gotten immortality another way from her, and now he’s heard all about Dream and is eager to please.  

Maybe they both think at first this is just a nice arrangement, a good way to get a mindblowing orgasm once a century but oops, Hob’s caught feels! And Dream has too but he’ll be the last to admit that.

Anyways, how do you think their 1789 meeting REALLY went in this scenario? 😏😏😏

Hey beloved seiya!!! Thank you for this ask - I have been thinking about immortal gigolo Hob SO MUCH. My brain immediately went to 'Hob started the agency and is like the brothel madame and only very occasionally takes on special clients'. The idea of Hob as a somewhat morally grey person who takes in supernatural waifs and strays and kind of grooms them into the perfect escorts really tickles my brain. Of course when he sees Dream, Hob immediately calls dibs on him because he's so fucking pretty no one else is allowed to have him.

As for their 1789 meeting, I have so many thoughts about Hob getting dressed up beforehand. I mean it in the nicest possible way but he looks like such a tart at that meeting (in all fairness so does Dream) so I can't help but imagine all the other employees helping Hob get ready for his big date - he's got a selkie coiffuring his hair, a couple of ghouls helping him with his garters, a werewolf giving him a manicure. It's like cinderella getting ready for the ball. Hob books the private room for them to have their little tete a tete... and of course he doesn't forget to specify that he wants a bedroom.

How can Dream resist this particularly tasty morsel? Hob looks better than ever in 1789, he's really made a go of it in the business world... Dream may disapprove, but he appreciates the results. Add the fact that Hob is so eager for him, so clearly prepared and thrilled to be fucked by his mysterious stranger... well, Dream has an ego. He's only too happy to sprawl back against the mattress and allow Hob to suck him off - not once, but twice. His hair comes lose from his pretty ribbon and Hob doesn't look so different from 1389, long haired and dishevelled and grinning. Dream is about 30 seconds from taking him off to the dreaming forever. Why limit himself to once a century, when he could have this every night?

Alas, they are interrupted.

Instead of accusing Hob of being the Wandering Jew, Lady Constantine calls him the Devil's Whore. She's not exactly far off. Lucifer is a client of the agency, but Hob never serves them personally. In fact, Hob only serves Dream. But Dream doesn't need to know that. He believes that Hob spends his immortal days in the debauched company of many, many beings. Believing anything else would be admission of something special between them, and Dream can't allow that...

Not for another 250 years or so, anyway!

[lght-roastcoffee]

Let Me Take Care Of You

prompt: Winter Flu

pairing: Sam Winchester x fem!Reader

wordcount: 1.1K

warnings: slight language, established relationship, mentions of violence, fluff

˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ 𝘯𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹

I woke up with my body hurting the most it has after a hunt in quite a while. We got back to the bunker late last night after finishing a hunt close by. I started getting reports of a rogue werewolf a few days ago and with it being so close, Sam, Dean, and I decided to check it out. Turns out, the one werewolf was part of a pack that had gone off, but the pack didn’t take too kindly to some hunters poking around in their business. 

They lured us to an abandoned building in the middle of winter in a blizzard to try and catch us off guard. It was a pretty easy kill, though, cause they were all rookies, but the chill, snow, and surprise caught us off guard and it took a little more effort than we realized.

We got back, covered in blood, dirt, and grim and I couldn’t be any more happier to get in the warm, steaming water of the showers - to get out of the snow-soaked clothes clinging to my body. Last night, when I came out, Sam was in the library sitting at one of the tables with two cups of hot tea which I couldn’t have been more happy to see. I sat down next to him, taking the warm mug from his waiting hands and taking a sip, taking one of his bone cold hands in mine.

He told me that Dean had called first dibs on the shower. I had told him he should change, but he said it was fine. When Dean came out drying his hair with a towel, Sam got up to go shower and I took the chance to go to our shared bedroom and get under the blankets, passing out almost instantly.

Remembering last night, I turn around on my side, expecting to see my handsome man, but his side of the bed is empty. Worrying that he may have been kept up by nightmares again, I sit up, sliding my legs off the side of the bed and my feet into the fuzzy slippers Sam had gotten me when we first found the bunker, and wrapped a blanket around my frame. There was a chill to the air, probably meaning the heat was on the fritz again. I’ll have to get Dean to fix it. 

I walk down the hall where the rooms are and peek into the kitchen, but Sam’s not there. I walk in anyway, turning the electric kettle Sam got on and prepping two mugs with Sam’s favorite tea. When that’s done, I take the steaming mugs and walk towards the library, knowing Sam will be looking over something from the Men of Letters archives. 

And my deduction was right. There, in the middle of the library, Sam is sitting looking over an ancient looking book with his laptop and notebooks open taking notes and researching the contents. Not only that, but there’s dozens of used tissues surrounding him. As I walk closer, I can hear him sniffling as he reaches for another tissue from a box sat in front of him.

“Oh, honey,” I say quietly to not startle Sam, placing the two mugs down on the table. 

Chocolate brown eyes turn and look at me, his eyes swollen and puffy from irritation. His nose is red and his lips hang open slightly from his congestion. I go to place my hand on his forehead, but Sam stops me, lightly grabbing my wrist and pulling it away. 

“I’m fine, just a little blocked up,” Sam says, his voice sounding nasally. 

“Honey, you’re not fine,” I say, grabbing the sides of his face with both hands. “Not to sound like a jerk, but you look bad.”

He scoffs, a slight smile pulling his lips upward. “I promise I’m fine, sweetheart.”

“Let me take care of you,” I whisper, my thumbs rubbing against his cheeks. “You deserve it, baby.”

Sam sighs, leaning into my touch. I reach over and push his laptop closed and mark his place in the books splayed across the library table. Then, I slide my hands down and take his giant ones in mine, pulling him up and guiding him back towards our room. Sam follows close behind, his frame sagging ever so slightly. 

When we reach the room, I sit him down in bed, pulling the covers over him and sitting next to him. Sam lays on his back, watching me as I work to make him comfortable. Once satisfied, I lock eyes with him, leaning forward and brushing his bangs out of his eyes. 

“I’m gonna go get some more tissues for you and make that soup you like, okay honey?” I say while running my fingers through his hair. “You get some rest. You’ll need it if you wanna recover.”

Sam hums, eyes falling closed at my soothing touch. I watch as his breathing evens out and his lips part ever so slightly as he falls asleep. Once asleep, I stand up and go prepare the soup for him.

About an hour later, while I’m working on the finishing touches of the soup, my back turned to the entrance to the kitchen, I feel hands touch my waist, causing me to jump and spin around in shock. Sam stands there, a quiet, breathy laugh leaving him. 

“Sorry,” he quietly says. “Didn’t realize how focused you were.”

I sigh, shaking my head at him, a smile forming on my face. “You should be resting, baby.”

Sam huffs, wrapping his arms around my waist fully while mine reach up to rest on his arms. “I woke up and wanted to find my pretty girl.”

He leans down, nuzzling into my neck, pulling me in closer. He starts swaying with me, placing a soft kiss to my shoulder. 

“Soups almost ready,” I softly announce. “Sit down and I’ll make you a bowl.”

He reluctantly lets go, letting me guide him to the table to sit down. When he does, I rub his shoulders, placing a kiss to the crown of his head before letting go and walking back to the stove. Grabbing a bowl out of a cabinet, I dish out some soup and walk back over to Sam, placing the bowl and a glass of water in front of him before sitting next to him. I sit and watch him eat, admiring his features. Dean walks in at one point, makes a joking comment on Sam’s looks, grabs himself a bowl of soup, then walks back out to wherever he’s been all day.

Once Sam finishes, I grab the bowl before he can, rushing over to the sink. He chuckles. “You know, I’m sick, not helpless.”

“So he admits that he’s sick!” I tease, turning to look at him. He laughs softly, shaking his head at me. I walk back over, taking his hands in mine once more. 

“Thank you,” Sam says, eyes locking onto mine, showing the affection and appreciation within them.

“I’ll always take care of you, Honey,” I reply, leaning down to kiss his forehead, watching his eyes slip closed at the contact. “Even when you refuse it.”

[holdinggrudges]

the chain — time after time

start from the beginning

pairing: sam winchester x reader

content: supernatural rewrite; canon-typical violence. rated MA

word count: 25k

summary: Following Jessica's death, the three of you head out to Blackwater Ridge, chasing John with the coordinates he had left for Dean in Jericho. Sam's grief comes in flashes of anger and belligerence, his sleep plagued by nightmares. Your sleep is plagued by strange dreams of your own.

notes: the note on ao3 is extremely long and i am not going to copy paste the entire thing here, but the important thing is that the preview here does NOT encompass the entire first section on ao3, only about half of it. ALSO, i made an edit to the first chapter that is very much plot relevant that i thought i had added in when i first wrote it, but apparently not. so if you read the chapter the day i posted it and maybe up to a week afterwards, or if you read the preview here and skipped it on ao3, you probably missed it. it's been a while since it was posted, so if you want to reread it, i'd encourage it, BUT if you just want to get into this chapter ASAP, here's the section with the line that was added in bold: You’re almost surprised when you wake, head pounding and body aching. You thought for sure you’d died when you hit the wall, but instead, you open your eyes to the metallic smell of blood. Your hand comes up to your neck, and you feel the puckered skin of a scar spanning the width of your throat—a scar you didn't have when you went to bed.

Read chapter two, time after time, on AO3!

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“If you fall, I will catch you, I’ll be waiting time after time.” — Time After Time, Cyndi Lauper

Dallas, Texas—2002

You’re 19 years old and fresh off a grueling werewolf hunt in Shreveport when you stumble into a grimy, 24 hour diner on the outskirts of Dallas, just barely stashed in the city limits outside Mesquite. The hunt in Louisiana was long and dead boring; half the two weeks you spent there was just staking out the pack, making sure you wouldn’t miss any when the time came. But in case of the off chance you did, you got the hell out of Dodge before the last body even hit the floor. 

Of course, that means you’re hungry, and tired, and probably a little gross, too, by the time you roll into a dimly lit parking lot at nearly one in the morning. You check yourself in the visor mirror to confirm you’re not visibly covered in blood or any other sort of incriminating grime before climbing out of your car and locking it behind you. 

It’s late, so the diner is relatively empty when you walk in. There’s a few stragglers at the tables—most likely people like you, looking for a place to stop while they’re passing through. Or they’re high. Actually, that one’s probably more likely. 

The older woman at the counter is the only one who looks up when the bell above the door signals your entrance, and she offers you a warm smile. “Welcome in, sugar. Take a seat wherever you like; I’ll have someone come take your order in a minute.” Her voice is warm and southern and nostalgic and your heart pangs with it, just a twinge of grief.  

You shoot her a tired smile of your own before plopping down at the closest booth and pillowing your head on your arms. You’re going to have to stop somewhere tonight and sleep that hunt off, but you think you could make it a couple more hours, maybe pop by Waco on your way to Austin. Bobby had sent you a tip about some cattle mutilations down that way, mostly just because he knew Ellen had sent you down to Shreveport. Still, you don’t exactly have anything better to do than check it out. 

“Darrell, I got it—I swear to God, Darrell, I called dibs. Take your break or something, damn.” There’s a scuffle somewhere off to your right. You lift your head mostly just to make sure no one is pulling a gun, but you’re frozen in your tracks by the sight of the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen in your life. She looks to be around your age, maybe a year or two older, with curly hair tied up in a bun on the top of her head. The apron tied around her waist tells you that she works here, and the indignant teenager she’s arguing with tells you she’s the one causing the scuffle you’d heard. “Go. Go! I’m serious, go.” You don’t want to get your hopes up, but it doesn’t seem like she’s just angling for a good tip. 

Your eyes follow her as she makes her way over to your table, and you hope your staring is at least a little subtle, though you’re too tired to do much about it either way. 

“Howdy, stranger,” she greets, one hand on her hip. “Haven’t seen you around here before.” 

You glance around at the tired patrons, maybe three in total aside from you. “You remember everyone who comes in?” you ask her. 

She shrugs. “Most everyone who comes in are regulars, yeah. Besides, I’d have remembered you.” Oh, so it’s like that, huh? “I’m Lydia. I can take your order, if you’re ready.” 

You don’t have to introduce yourself. Normally, you wouldn’t. “____. Just a coffee, thanks.” You’re pretty sure she’s flirting with you. But maybe you’re so tired you’re hallucinating. It’s hard to tell. 

Lydia’s brows raise. “You know it’s one in the morning, stranger?” She knows your name, but she still uses the one she gave you. Point one for flirting. “You sure I can’t get you an omelet or something?” 

You shake your head. “No, I’ve, uh—I’ve got some more driving to do tonight. Just popped by for a pick me up. And a break.” It’s not a lie. The monotony of I-20 and your exhaustion had really not mixed well. You’d been fighting to keep your eyes open for 30 minutes by the time you stopped. 

“I see,” she says, tapping her pen against her notepad. “So…you’re just passing through, then?” You don’t think you’re imagining the disappointment in her voice. Point one and a half for flirting. 

“Yeah. Just passing through on my way to Austin.” 

She nods, her lips pursing in a rueful little twist. “Pity. I’d have loved to get to know you.” Okay, you may be sleep deprived and delusional but there’s no way you’re reading that one wrong. “I’ll get you that coffee, then.” 

True to her word, she disappears into the kitchen. You flick your phone open to read over the text Bobby had sent you a couple days ago. ‘Cattle mutilations near Austin. Maybe check it out while you’re down south. Be safe.’ Normally, you’d let him know you were on your way there. Your eyes flick to the kitchen door. 

‘Left Shreveport a couple hours ago, stopped in Dallas. Thx, you be safe too’ 

‘I’m not the one hunting wolves, kid. Let me know when you touch down.’

The soft clunk of a mug on the table draws your attention to Lydia, setting down a cup of coffee and a plate of pancakes in front of you. You eye them, and, despite your confusion, a smile starts to make its way onto your face. “I didn’t order those,” you tell her. 

She grins. “Oh, come on. You think you’re gonna leave a Texas diner without getting fed?” She crosses her arms over her chest, her hip cocked, and she looks so much like a scolding mother that you have to laugh. “It’s on the house. Eat ‘em, you look like you haven’t had a good meal in days.” 

You shake your head, amused, but it’s not like she’s wrong. It’s easy to get hyper focused on the hunt, forget to eat or sleep; at least when you were riding with the Winchesters, you had someone there to remind you. Still, you’re better off alone than you were with John, and you remind yourself of that everytime you linger on Dean’s contact. “Thanks.” 

Lydia turns to leave, but hesitates at the last second. “You know, my, uh…my shift ends in about ten minutes. If you wanted some company.” She extends the offer like a proffered hand, and you know you really shouldn’t take it. You should say no. You should finish your coffee and eat your pretty privilege pancakes and leave. Nothing good ever comes from making connections like this; you’ve learned that lesson a million times before. But Lydia is standing there, smiling at you sweet and shy, and for the first time in a long time, you want to stay. Maybe that feeling is worth the inevitable heartbreak. 

“Is Darrell gonna be taking over, then?” you ask, reaching your metaphorical hand across the metaphorical gap to take hers. Metaphorically. 

She laughs, surprised, like she hadn’t known you’d been listening to that argument. It lights up her face and then your stomach in turn, waking up fluttering wings that had spent a year or so gathering dust. “He should be off his break by then, yeah.” 

“Okay.” You bite back a grin, ducking your head to avoid the full force of the smile on her face. “I guess I have time to sit a while.”

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