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It’s Complicated

A/N: Part 6 of Love on Lockdown - also filling squares Stalker for @star-spangled-bingo and Fake Dating for @marvelfluffbingo

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1574 (whoa!)

Warnings: swearing

Tony stood at the head of the table, arms crossed over his chest. “Any questions?” Everyone had an opinion and started voicing them immediately. The din rose as everyone talked over each other. “Gang… QUIET!” Tony gave each person a pointed glare. “There really isn’t a choice in this particular matter. You two,” pointing at you and Bucky, “are going undercover in Paris. It’s the city of love, ACT like it.”

“As for the rest of you. Nat and Sam, I need you to keep an eye on the lovebirds in case there’s any trouble. Steve, Clint, you two will be expected in DC in two days to brief Secretary Ross on this newest ‘threat.’ And by threat I mean a stalker that y/n picked up at some point. Did you tease the wrong person trying to get under Barnes’ skin?  And oh, by the way, can someone remind me why we can’t seem to take care of Rumlow these days? Anyway class dismissed!” Tony shook his head and exited the conference room, followed by Steve and Clint. You hung back, still glued to your seat, wondering how Tony decided to pair you with the one person you had half a mind to pummel into oblivion.

“Y/n, you awake over there?” Nat frowned as she gave you a once-over.

You blinked a couple of times before you glanced up at Nat. “I’m awake, just… stunned.”

Bucky rolled his eyes at your choice of words. “I’m guessing Tony has his reasons. It’s not like we can’t be professional, right?” His pointed look at you made you narrow your eyes and snear.

“SURE, professional. Like we have been this whole time so far?”

Two Weeks Ago

“Where’s my…?” Bucky scoured the shower but still couldn’t find his favorite shampoo. He sighed and knocked on the door leading from the shared bathroom to your room. “Y/n have you seen…” Sam was sitting on your bed, head thrown back in laughter at something you said. Your hand was resting on Sam’s thigh. Red colored his vision and Bucky turned back into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.

“It’s in the trash!” you called after him, not hiding the grin on your face. “You used it all the last time remember?” You turned to Sam. “He’s getting forgetful in his old age ya know.”

One Week Ago

You were starving; the whole day had been meeting after meeting for some Paris recon mission. No one knew what the plan was yet, or who the target was, or what the threat was, hence meeting after meeting. Your stomach protested loudly and you reached into the cupboard for your favorite Pop-Tarts. You frowned and felt around for the box; nothing. Exasperated you pulled out the nearby step-ladder and climbed the two steps to take a closer look. The cupboard was empty. Your stomach growled again; you climbed down, put the stool away and grabbed the last banana in the bowl. You made a face as you bit in; it was too ripe for your liking. A sudden whiff of chocolate tickled your nose and you whipped around. Bucky was lounging against the doorframe, Pop Tart in his left hand and a smirk on his face.

Three Days Ago

The team was divided. Nat waved the wad of $20 bills in her hand, fanning herself. Steve stood in a far corner shaking his head as the words bounced off the walls.

“Pompous jerk!” You paused then took a quick jab, connecting with his chin.

He rubbed at his chin with a smirk before trying to sweep your left leg. “Prissy little bitch!” You jumped to avoid his leg but missed his metal hand grabbing you around the neck. You groaned and tossed him over you as he unsuccessfully tried to put you in a chokehold.

“Fucking ass! You forget who taught me to fight!” Nat nodded once as you climbed the ropes. You jumped quickly and wrapped your legs around Bucky’s neck and swung around, keeping both his arms immobile, pinned to the mats. A bell rung and Nat merely grinned as she pocketed the money. Bucky scrambled up, fists drawn. “I demand a rematch!”

You slid off the ring, flipping him both middle fingers and putting an extra swing in your hips as you sauntered out.

You sulked in your seat as the plane descended. Tony was briefing all four of you one last time. “Let’s just get this guy and get home, okay?”

You huffed one last time before nodding curtly. Lately the only color you saw was grey; clearly, this thing with Bucky was getting the better of you. You knew you had to get past it if you were going to figure out who this stalker was. Bucky’s blue-grey eyes watched you closely. “Sure Tony,” he answered. You looked over the generic letters that had been sent to the Avengers facility for the millionth time; they didn’t give off any kind of vibes or colors which was unusual. Tony had pushed your powers to the limits, both in the lab with Bruce and on the plane, making you touch and analyze anything everything he put in your hands. You had drawn the line when Tony had suggested you sit in the cockpit and let the pilot sit on your lap. For that crass suggestion, you had given Tony the finger and a crack of a smile from Bucky.

The plane landed smoothly and you gathered your duffel bag from beneath your seat. Bucky approached you and took your bag from your shoulder. You glared up at him. “Look, if we have to play lovebirds, I’m gonna do things like this. Can we call a truce please?”

You sighed and let your shoulders relax. “Truce.” Then you paused. “Thank you.” Bucky let you get off the plane first, followed by Nat and Sam. You and Bucky took the car sitting on the tarmac while Nat and Sam talked strategies. You gave them a wave as the car pulled away.

Bucky kept his distance from you in the car, the bags piled between you as a barrier. “Are you sure you can do this y/n? We can ask Tony to bring in someone else,” he said.

You let yourself smile at the idea. “Tony would have both of our heads, at least mine. I can do this.” You forced yourself to relax some more while watching the French scenery fly by. The car ride was blessedly short, as it pulled up in front of the hotel. You both climbed out and stretched. Bucky grabbed both of your bags and grabbed the door, ushering you into the lobby. The check-in Tony set up was under a “Bonnie James & Clyde Buchanan;” you both had to chuckle at Tony’s continued lack of subtlety. You took the room key and you both rode the elevator to the top floor. Bucky dropped the bags in the foyer as you whistled. “I never get used to this shit,” you looked around in awe. The room shimmered in gold; you cheered to yourself that your power was starting to come around. You turned your attention to Bucky; his color was off, a muddled brown instead of the warm glow you normally saw. A knock on the door sounded; you peered in the peephole before opening it. “Sam, what are you doing here?”

Sam waltzed in, unaffected by the grandeur of the room. “Scanning for bugs, not seeing anything. So far so good. You guys have your comms ready?”

Bucky shook his head. “We literally just got here. Can we have a minute?”

He paused before going on. “We’re still going to the Tower right?”

“Yep, we’re ready when you guys are. But no dawdling and no… funny business,” Sam teased and waggled his eyebrows.

You smacked Sam as you ushered him out. “As if!” You could hear Sam laughing as the door shut. “Do I have time for a shower?”

Bucky’s hand was warm in yours; you tried not to think about the ‘what could be’s’ as you strolled around the Eiffel Tower. In keeping up the fake dating ruse, Bucky leaned over and brushed his soft lips against your cheek. A blush crept along your neck, as you turned away from him. You noticed a few people colored in yellows, greens, and an occasional pink, but no one that stood out or seemed threatening. You turned back to Bucky and gave him a kiss on the cheek as well. “I don’t see anyone,” you whispered.

Bucky’s heart stuttered at the feeling of your breath on his face. He steeled himself to calm down as he kissed the top of your head. “Nat, Sam, ya got anything on your end?”

Nat’s voice sounded in your ears. “Nope, do we call it a day?”

You had been walking around for three hours; despite the shower, you were tired from the trip. “My feet are barking. I say we call it for now. We can come back tomorrow.”

Sam barked and chuckled. “Okay, see y’all tomorrow.”

You and Bucky slowly walked back to the hotel; neither one of you dropped the other’s hand. Even though you were still heartbroken, you managed a small smile at Bucky. “Room service tonight? On Tony?”

His smile back at you was blinding and that glow around him seemed to be coming back. “Sounds like a plan, doll.”

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Stay Alive

In which Jack struggles to deal with Gabe’s MIA status and has to teach a racist soldier a harsh lesson in being respectful. Based on events in the RP with @onlywhenwedream :)

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Friday, the mess hall. Soldiers lined up in droves, for today the cafeteria served its famous tacos. In times past, Jack Morrison stood among them, smiling helplessly as Gabriel Reyes, impatience defined, grumbled about the carnitas and how he’d, as he put it, ‘Wreck this fucking place if they’re out again. Only damn thing worth eating here.’ Jack would then secure said carnitas, if only to see Gabe smile- and to keep the mess safe from Gabe’s wrath.

Not today, though. Today, Jack sat alone, the food on his tray cooling as he read over reports of his unit’s latest exercise. At least, he should have been reading over it. The single piece of paper resting beside the pile, its message brief but carrying the impact of a gut punch, took precedence. Jack picked it up again with a shaking hand. He stared at the words, breathing hard, foolishly wishing the message would change.

Units dispatched for recon mission departed on time. 72 hours since last communication with Reyes’ team.

Missing. Gabe was missing. The message didn’t specify this directly, but Jack knew it was true. He felt it in his gut.

Jack gripped the tags at his throat. Gabe’s tags, given to him their first night in Mexico. The first of two promises they’d exchanged while there. The second circled the finger of his left hand, overhead lighting giving it a sharp, golden glow. It felt cold despite the warmth of his skin, cold from the fear now clawing at his heart. In all the weeks he’d been following Gabe’s activities, there’d always been that dread of losing him, quickly alleviated by the next report. Now there was no follow up to ease his mind. Gabe, his best friend, his rock, his inspiration, his husband of less than two months, gone. Just...gone.

He thought about their last night together, the desperate promise to stay alive echoing in his ears. Gabe’s grim determination to keep that promise. But even as he said the words, the part of Jack not reeling over their separation understood Gabe was realistic enough to know this might not be a promise he could keep. The regret in his eyes had been plain as day. Still, he had gone out of his way to make that night damn memorable.

Jack choked back a painful sound.

Oh, God- Gabe was missing.

His right hand clenched into a fist. Guilt and anger swelled within him. He was a goddamn fool. The oath to serve had lost its hold on him now that a stronger one took its place, yet he still did not consider leaving, even after Gabe asked it of him.

What was all the pain and suffering worth, the potential for good work here, when Jack’s anchor, the reason behind his struggles, might be gone for good? He’d have no one to blame but himself.

Jack’s body shook. He dug his fingernails into his palms until they bled. One of the nice little side effects of the injections manifested in extreme physical responses to emotional distress. Jack knew if he didn’t do something about this soon, he’d explode. Fortunately, he had options. SEP might be testing human endurance, but they made sure their subjects had outlets.

Decided, Jack swept the papers up in one swift motion, stopped by his room to change, then headed for the gym. Once he’d purged this energy from his body, he expected- hoped- the exhaustion would send him into a dead sleep. Allow him to be rational, reasonable, when making queries into the status of Gabe’s unit tomorrow. For now, he had no thought beyond taxing his physical limits.

Jack took to his routine with almost reckless abandon. When he paused to slurp down some water and catch his breath, he realized he’d unconsciously chosen the machines he and Gabe always used. The dent in the wall was Gabe’s fault. When he’d completed an intense rep of squats, he’d slammed the dumbbell onto the floor so hard, one of the weights popped off and struck the wall. Yet when the officer in charge of the gym questioned it, Jack was quick to take the blame. Disciplinary action included a gruff, ‘Watch the equipment, Morrison,’ and a strict policy regarding personal celebrations. They still laughed about it to this day, though it was Gabe’s smile immediately afterward that stayed with Jack. That conspirator’s smile, edged with affection and gratitude. A smile he’d do anything to see again.

The sound of raucous laughter caught his ear. A trio of soldiers emerged from the training room, towels around their necks and smiles on their faces. Jack secured the cap on his water bottle and started collecting his belongings. He was in no mood to be around others. Especially men he knew had been on training exercises with Gabe. Jack zipped up his well-worn duffel, slung it over his shoulder, and headed for the exit. His trek took him past the machines the three soldiers gathered around. He kept his gaze ahead, signaling his wish not to be disturbed. He didn’t have the luxury of Gabe’s reputation to ensure those who saw him would give him a wide berth. He also wasn’t blessed with a default sour expression. And, as one of the soldiers hailed him, Jack regretted this lack even more. Because he didn’t have it in him to be completely dismissive, even in a bad mood, Jack gave the soldier a short nod of acknowledgement and kept going. But the soldier, clearly not taking a hint, called out to him again. 

“Hey, Morrison- have you heard anything about Reyes?”

Jack’s grip tightened on the strap of his duffel. His close bond with Gabe was common knowledge around the base. Newcomers almost always demonstrated surprise at this. Had Jack been feeling anything but irritated, he might show some understanding. Not today.

“And why would I?” he asked.

“We see you hanging around the CO’s office,” the second soldier piped in. “We all know how tight you two are. We’re worried about him, too.”

The third soldier gave a sharp laugh at this. “Speak for yourself,” he said, selecting a pair of weights from the rack and setting them on the floor. “Guy’s an asshole. Chewed me out for the tiniest thing last time we worked together. Not too keen on takin’ orders from guys like him, either. Fucking beaner. Should be mowing someone’s lawn, not trusted with running a unit.”

There was a split second of absolute silence, the kind only brought about when someone said something truly, truly stupid. The next thing Jack knew, he was on the ground, the soldier pinned beneath him, a weight pressed to his throat. He stared up at Jack in absolute shock, no doubt understanding both his mistake and Jack’s intent.

Jack loomed over him. “Call him that again,” he said in gravelly tones. The rage had transformed his voice. He applied pressure to the weight, resulting in the soldier gasping for air.

Hands frantically grabbed at his shoulders. “Whoa! Morrison, calm down, man.”

Jack shook the other soldier off. Glared hard at the man beneath him, taking perverse pleasure in the fear in his eyes. “Go on,” he invited. “Say it. I want to hear you disrespect one of the best damn soldiers here. Say it.”

The man’s lips trembled. His face paled. Jack was almost certain the guy soiled himself. “…f-fucking beaner…”

Jack’s teeth flashed in a snarl. “Louder.”

“Fucking beaner!” Fear edged his words.

A tense silence passed. The other two soldiers circled them, apprehensive, shocked, by the display. At length, Jack took the weight away. He didn’t let the soldier catch his breath, for he grabbed him by the lower face, fingers digging roughly into the skin. His command was a whiplash comprised of pure anger. “If I ever hear you call him that again, I’ll make sure it’ll be the last thing you ever say. Do I make myself clear?”

The man furiously nodded. Disgusted, Jack released him with a curt gesture and stood. His friends were quick to come to his aid. He batted at the proffered arms as he pulled himself to his feet. He did not make eye contact with Jack while he gathered his things and made a hasty retreat. The scent of fear and urine clung to him. One of the soldiers hurried after.

The other soldier looked over at Jack, his expression of incredulity. “Jesus,” he managed, watching as Jack snatched his fallen duffel and arranged it over his shoulder. “I thought Reyes had a temper. Looked like you were gonna crush his throat.”

Jack didn’t admit it was what he wanted to do, more than anything. Instead, he went for a logical answer. “We’re all soldiers here. Can’t have that kind of attitude in our ranks.”

“I get that, but…” The soldier broke off, still in disbelief by what he witnessed. “Shit, Morrison- remind me not to piss you off.”

Jack said nothing. He only nodded and strode off. 

Once back in his room, he showered and changed, then stretched out not on his bunk, but Gabe’s. He’d taken to sleeping in it since Gabe’s departure. Despite his dutifully changing the sheets every day, he was convinced Gabe’s scent lingered. After that scene in the gym, he needed it more than ever.

Jack lay back on the bed he’d shared with his husband for one night, hand over the tags at his throat, fingers running along the raised letters of his husband’s name. Hot tears filled his eyes.

Outside, the drill sergeant gave the command for lights out. As darkness fell in the room, Jack’s hand tightened around the tags. “Gabe,” he whispered. Weeks’ worth of heartache and worry clung to the name. “Stay alive. Please.”

With that, he sighed and closed his eyes.

Sleep eluded Jack that night, as it had many nights before it.

Elsewhere in the world, another lay in bed, one hand propped behind his head, the other stroking the name embossed on the tags at his throat. Sleep did not come for him, either.

[wyntersriddle]

Characters: Barry Allen, Leonard Snart, Iris West, Cisco Ramon, Eobard Thawne | Harrison Wells, Lisa Snart, Wally West, Mick Rory, Hartley Rathaway, Mark Mardon, Shawna Baez, Ray Palmer, Felicity Smoak, Oliver Queen, Joe West, (more characters to be added as more chapters are added)

Additional Tags: Inspired by Miraculous LadybugAlternate Universe - College/UniversityAlternate Universe - Different PowersBarry Allen is a cinnamon rollBarry Allen & Leonard Snart are the Same AgeThief Leonard SnartCisco Ramon is so DoneLeonard Snart is chat noirBarry allen is ladybugNew Ladybug Miraculous HolderI Will Go Down With This ShipFluff and SmutEventual SmutEventual Happy EndingPre-RelationshipOther Additional Tags to Be Added

Language: English

Summary:

When Barry Allen finds a small black box he ends up getting superpowers of creation from a little red bug called a kwami. Similarly, Leonard Snart steals another box and gets his own superpowers of destruction. Together, they must fight through evil monsters, awkward lunch dates, and save Central City while still trying to graduate college.

Inspired by the show Miraculous Ladybug

Barry huffed out a breath when he finally collapsed in his seat for first period a few minutes past 10am.

He was already late as it was and lugging around his thick textbooks and laptop did nothing but hurt his lower back. The class was a good size, not too cramped or empty, the lecture was interesting enough, and all Barry could do was squirm in his chair the whole hour and a half. College life was sure could be exhausting.

Central City Academy housed the greatest legends to date and Barry wanted to meet them all. Teachers like Martin Stein, head of the criminology department, David Singh, head of the detective agency, and Sara Lance, the Dean for almost 15 years, were all on his list to attend their seminars. The creme of the crop though was Doctor Harrison Wells, the lead field expert in all technology and science. If Barry could somehow meet him, he would be on the top of the world and could die happily. Even if nothing else came from today, at least he could say he walked on the same sidewalk Dr. Wells drove past every morning.

Barry’s first class was taught by Martin Stein, an older gentleman with white hair he could see a mile away. He took notes diligently, asked questions, and before walking out introduced himself. Professor Stein was elated to find out Barry’s major was in Forensic Science, the “modern prosperity of the future” as the professor put it, and even went so far as to invite Barry back for coffee in the next coming weeks to discuss participating in some experiments of his own.

Barry basically skipped out of his class, not bothering to look forward until it was too late and he collided head first into someone wearing huge glasses hiding half their face. Something hot spilled all over Barry’s jacket and he shrieked, dropping his textbooks and messenger bag in a heap on the floor.

“Ow! Omg I’m so sorry—“

The person reached forward to prevent the hot drink from spilling any further, instead knocking the sunglasses off her face. She dove into her bag and brought out a napkin.

“Here, let me help you with that. I’m such an idiot for forgetting the lids.”

“That’s alright,” Barry said, already peeling his hoodie away from his body before his t-shirt could get wet. The smell of coffee hit him head on. “I didn’t like this jacket anyways.”

Truth be told it was his favorite jacket, the only memento Barry had of his dad in prison and his mom before she had passed away from cancer in the beginning of the year. By that time, Barry had already graduated high school, done his first two years of college, and moved to Central City to start his Bachelors that fall, wanting to put his past behind him and start from scratch somewhere new.

“Hey, wait.” The lady put her hand on Barry’s sleeve when he bent to get his stuff. “Do I know you from somewhere?”

The young woman could have come out of a fashion magazine with her dark skin, long black hair, and dress that hugged her curves in all the right places. Now that Barry looked at her, like actually looked at her, she was familiar too, even if he couldn’t place her from where.

“I don’t think so?” Barry said instead, reaching for his bag and wincing where he heard something shift. “I’m sorry but I really gotta get to class.”

“Right.”

She helped stack up the remaining books into his arms, watching out of the corner of her eye so Barry didn’t topple and fall from the added weight.

“Wait a second.”

Barry was pushed forward and then he almost did land on his ass. The books held up in their pile and he shot the woman a look of exasperation.

“Barry Allen? Like as in the Barry Allen? It’s me, Iris.”

“Iris?”

Barry was finally able to cram the textbooks next to his laptop in his bag and watch as Iris grinned back at him.

Oh...that’s why he had thought she was a model.

“Hey, it’s you, Iris.” Barry rubbed his neck, fighting a blush. “Long time no see.”

“It’s been forever,” Iris chatted. Barry could now smell the sweetness of her perfume. “How are you? Last time I saw you you were pushing the swing behind me and making those really weird experiments in middle school. Damn it’s been forever.”

“Yeah...It really has.”

Iris West, Barry’s childhood crush was staring at him and only remembered those lame volcano projects he had done. How convenient she didn’t remember all the valentine letters or the chocolate bars for Secret Santa he would leave at her desk, not to mention all the time he had spent staring at her yearbook photo before he had given up his freshmen year when she had transferred schools.

“You look good,” Barry continued, his heart in his throat. “You go here?”

Iris did that cute hair flip she had perfected at the end of 8th grade where her hair had only gone up to her shoulders. Long hair really worked for her.

“Yeah, I’m majoring in journalism so I can finally run my own news stand in the future. Still haven’t given up just yet.”

Ah yes, Iris had always been obsessed with journalism and creative writing, even making her own club in middle school. Barry had wanted to join but never had the guts to ask.

He really had to go before he fell further into the rabbit hole that was Iris’s big brown eyes.

“I...Uh,” Barry stuttered, motioning with his hands. “I gotta—Class.”

Iris must have gotten the message because she moved back to give him space. “Right.”

Barry nodded.

They said their goodbyes and Barry retreated out of there faster than a cheetah on steroids. Iris had promised coffee one of these—something he would have to psyche himself up for later—and he had said yes, like an idiot.

Although it had been good to see her...

Barry snapped his brain back to the real world. Iris was unattainable. She was attractive, bold, smart, the total package. Never, in a million years, would she want to go out with someone like him, neighborhood geek whose ideal date was staying home marathoning Stranger Things on Netflix and taking a nap.

A breeze swept leaves up into the late September air, carrying the scent of fall. The tree colors were changing from their typical green to golden brown and burgundy, Barry’s favorite time of year. It was automatically calming, even without the thin protection of his jacket the autumn sunshine turned his hair light brown.

The next class was short, a lecture on the introductions to the psychology of the human brain. It wasn’t as interesting as Barry would have thought with a lot more PowerPoint explications then talking, but he would make do. He also made sure his laptop wasn’t cracked or broken before placing it carefully back in his bag and jogging to the food court to find something to eat.

Barry had the all in one meal plan since he lived on campus. Having the ability to eat anything he wanted without gaining too much weight always had its perks, especially when he ordered the juiciest burger he could find and munched on it in one hand while holding a large vanilla shake in the other.

It was around 2pm and the food court was a bustle of activity. People gathered to sign up for clubs or talk to their peers about their assignments. Jazz music filtered from a sit down Italian restaurant, while across from it a huge crowd waited their turn for homemade pizza slices. There were vending machines, snack stands, and even an ice cream parlor tucked in the corner. At the center of it all the library stood proudly, the only place where food wasn’t allowed past a certain point. There was even a system to rent entire rooms for the day for people to sleep, study, or scream because of finals.

Barry moved onward, trading the shouts and loud noises for the quiet outdoors where again another breeze caught his attention. A blue bird twittered down at him from its nest, a squirrel chittered, and lizards liked the lips from across the treetops.

Barry had to seriously watch where he was going because for the second time that day he collided head on with another person, this time a young dude heading the same direction.

“Whoa, I’m so sorry. Wasn’t payin’ attention.”

“That’s okay, man. It’s cool.”

The stranger regarded Barry with a smile. He had long, wavy hair all the way to his shoulders, and a pair goofy 3D glasses balanced on the tip of his nose. The vintage Revenge of Sith t-shit and paint splattered jeans made Barry feel at ease.

“Is that real?” Barry asked when his gaze fell to a NASA pin on the corner of the stranger’s collar.

“Limited edition, baby,” the guy said. “Got it at San Diego Comic Con last year. 25th Anniversary Apollo 11 pin in the flesh. Had to trade my complete Star Trek playing card set just to even be considered bidding for it.”

“They make Star Trek playing cards? For real?”

“They make playing cards out of everything.” The stranger held out his hand and Barry shook it. “I’m Cisco by the way. You catch my vibe?”

Barry grinned. “Bartholomew Henry Allen. My friends call me Barry since it’s shorter and a lot faster.”

“Like Barry Sonnenfeld,” Cisco exclaimed, and then persisted to sing and snap the Addams Family theme. Barry snapped with him in the last chorus. “Far out, man. That’s wicked cool.”

Cisco’s good mood was infectious, Barry couldn’t help grinning and walking in step with him.

“Where you headed?” Cisco asked. “I got one class left and wouldn’t mind talking to someone with good tastes.”

Barry laughed. “Same here, then I get to unpack. I’m in G66, at the Northside.”

“Awesome-sauce, I’m there too! Is this a match made in heaven or what?”

They continued to walk and talk under the trees, Cisco describing his schedule in details even Barry could barely wrap his head around, but they still laughed and talked about stupid stuff like they hadn’t just accidentally head butted each other.

Barry’s phone chimed, signaling he had only 10 minutes to get to his next class before he would be considered late, and he blanched.

“I’m gonna be so late,” he groaned into the sky.

“No you’re not.” Cisco’s cheeky grin lit up his face. “I know a shortcut. This way.”

They cut through the grass to the other side of campus toward the statue garden Barry had been meaning to check out. Crossing two things at the same time always had its perks.

The statues of past teachers and deans stood proudly among the foliage. Their perfect white skin was like marble and so lifelike Barry had to breathe out a sound of wonder. He recognized Professor Stein among them, a younger version of himself, and Dean Lance with her stern expression. At the center stood Doctor Harrison Wells in all his glory, a perfect replica. It was hard not to stare.

“He’s a legend, ain’t he.” It was Cisco standing next to Barry.

“Beyond a legend.”

They grinned, going in through the back of the building where the auditorium was already packed with people. There were only two seats left in the front row facing the doors and Barry made a beeline straight towards him, Cisco on his heels. They sat down just as the clock stuck 2:45 and the lecture started.

The place felt like a can of sardines, and Barry had to fight to put his laptop on the table in front of him. The auditorium easily housed over 200 people and everyone held their breath at the same time waiting for Professor Rip Hunter to walk through the doors.

Barry looked around for a few seconds, catching the faces of others doing the same. The place even had a dark corner where the more reserved students sat. Barry could feel one of their eyes on him now, hidden enough so when he turned his head he slightly could only make out a navy blue jacket.

People exclaimed when the doors opened and instead of the walking Professor Rip Hunter, Professor Harrison Wells rode in on his wheelchair. People gasped and some clapped. A girl even fainted, falling out of her chair with a heavy THUMP on the floor.

Doctor Wells was here, in the flesh, in front of Barry!

Barry almost squealed from his seat, only stealing his breathing when Wells clapped his hands to have everyone’s attention.

“Good morning, students.”

There was more cheering and snippets of disbelief.

Professor Wells chuckled. “I’m sure you all know who I am. I will be subbing in for Professor Hunter for today. Rest assured this is a treat for all of you as well as me, in fact I’m a little rusty with my teaching so forgive me.”

Wells cleaned his glasses on his sleeve. Even the gesture made Barry’s eyes go wide. He could practically see the individual stitches from where he was sitting, the slight wear and tear of the professor’s shoes, and even the individual hairs on Well’s perfect head.

“I will be here if you all have any questions, but for now let us begin.”

XXXXX

College life sucked ass.

College classes sucked even more.

College professors, now they were the real dicks.

Leonard Snart rolled his eyes for the fifth time that hour. If he rolled them any further back he could probably find not only his brain, but the professor’s too.

The class was beyond drab, History of the Assembly Line, and the poor bloke who had to teach it was even older than the source material. Rest assured, Len would be skipping this class and probably the next one, and if he had a third he would skip that one too.

Math and science had been his forte since diapers, that was why he’d ended up in this stupid college in the first place. ‘The home where lawyers and DND geeks could party like the days of yore.’ Leonard had to laugh. Whoever thought college was fun clearly hadn’t seen the bill at the end of the semester.

At least the campus wasn’t all that bad. With its slick rooftops, starch white walls, and peaceful serenity that seemed to envelope whole environment, Leonard could see himself staying there until the late hours of the day, ducking into the library or one of the swinging tables littered across the greenery. There was also a garden in the middle of campus where all the famous crack heads and hippies could mingle and smoke until they passed out for the week. It was a paradise for some, a prison of books for others.

The nerds were lively this year. Leonard had passed at least 7 clubs all asking for his vote to sign this or end that. He had given his favorite finger to most of the people that passed him, saving his breath for whoever tried to chase him down when he speed walked away. A piece of paper wasn’t going to abolish world hunger anytime soon, even with Len’s signature mixed in the middle.

His next class was halfway across campus so he took the long way, making sure to breathe in the chilling air and watching the leaves dance as they fell from the trees. People didn’t appreciate nature as much as they should’ve, but this campus showed the importance of clean air. The grass was green from the constant sprinklers, the smell of dirt intoxicating in its own way.

Leonard arrived at class too early for his liking, deciding to stick around for a little while longer as a few people passed him by. He had missed lunch, wasn’t hungry, but a girl holding a sandwich made him stomach churn so he looked away and headed inside to hide his appetite.

There was still 32 minutes and 15 seconds left for class to start so he surveyed the area, stopping to tie his shoe to look under the tables too. No one paid him no mind as he made his way to the back, swiping pens and pencils and the occasional phone he would misplace later so the person could find it. Leonard never kept what wasn’t valuable, even now in a college setting when most of these students could afford the best of the best.

A shiny black jewelry box caught his eye from another student sitting next to him, next to an expensive looking leather wallet. The blond boy smiled, all hearts and roses, but when he bent to take out his laptop for the lecture, Len swiped the box and wallet off the table and pocketed it without anyone noticing. Jewelry was always worth a pretty penny and the extra cash would certainly help pay for dinner.

The professor walked in through the double doors, or rather rolled in. He practically screamed pretentious asshole in Len’s direction with beady eyes behind his designer glasses, his Prada suit pressed without a wrinkle, his wheelchair spotless. The lecture started like all the other classes, boring and dull while Leonard tried not to drool in his sleep.

For being such a random topic like quantum physics, the class was beyond packed with some students standing on the sidelines and others pausing by the door while they mixed up their schedules. Whoever this professor was, he was clearly a big shot. In fact, if Len squinted he could see all the nerds in the front row hanging onto his every word, writing things down so fast their hands would fall off.

Leonard tipped his head back and stared at the ceiling. He got what he paid for, all for a degree in engineering that would be obsolete in a few years when tablets or smartphones would take over mankind or their jobs would be taken over by machines.

Time ticked at a snails pace and he caught himself glancing at his watch more than once every minute. It really sucked that he could barely afford lunch, much less a laptop. Maybe if he played his cards right he could get a loan or steal some other sucker’s when they weren’t looking. Writing on his hands would have to do for now.

The professor asked question after question only the people in the front row understood. The whiteboard was wiped clean by another student and soon Leonard’s head rolled to the side.

Class ended and he woke up with a jolt. People were already heading out and half the auditorium was empty when he decided to get up and stretch. A few stragglers had stayed behind to fan over the professor, each more wide eyed and excited than the last. Len didn’t need to stick around for that snooze fest, he quietly saw himself out, dumping the wallet in the trash when he saw how many credit cards were in there. There was over $200 in cash.

It was past 6 when he kicked off his motorcycle and rode home, past the slums and the trailer homes to his little modest house on the outskirts of Central City. It was a good 40 minute drive but Len didn’t mind, not when he had the open dirt road all to himself and the wind drowned anything from reaching his ears.

His house wasn’t anything special, just a roof over their heads until Len could move out and take his sister Lisa with him. He had left once in his lifetime and the look of betrayal on her face told him she would never get over it, and he would never let himself forget it.

Lisa had two moods: absolute flirtation or extreme anger. With the first one she could charm even the moodiest king cobra, seduce them into marrying her, and then promptly have them cut off their own head off with the bat of her eyes. The second mood was so bad the devil himself could come down and Lisa would smite him with her glare.

There was one final secret mood only Len knew about and once he entered the house he immediately tried to beeline to the door, knowing the onslaught of questions would want to make him donate his ears to charity.

“Lenny,” Lisa called in a sing-song voice. “I know you’re here, big brother. How was your day?”

Rather than answer, Leonard stuffed his collar in his mouth and bolted up the stairs. He didn’t get far however, because Lisa smacked the door to his room wide open before he could lock it.

“Come on now, don’t be like that.”

“My day was fine. Classes are fine. Everything is peachy.”

Lisa hid her grimace with a tight smile. “Make any new friends? Got a hot date and that’s why you won’t tell me? Come on, Lenny, I’ve been cooped up all day slaving away to rich pricks and exchanging fake numbers I’ll have to burn in my memory. How was your first day?”

Lisa worked at the Saints and Sinners Dinner, an appropriate name considering it was in the sleaziest part of town where their father did most of his gambling. The customers were asshats, but at least the tips were good, letting Lisa finish her last year of her GED so she could hopefully follow away from Len’s footsteps and make a name for herself one day.

Her super short skirt covered little to the imagination and her makeup was always as pristine and flawless as her hair. Today she wore a modest coverup over her work uniform, the last birthday present Len had gifted her when she had turned 18.

“Where’s the old man?” Leonard asked instead of answering. “If you behave I’ll tell you all about it over dinner.”

It was a rhetorical question, they both knew where he was. Leonard also knew his father, Lewis Snart, wouldn’t be back until the early hours of the morning, long after Lisa had gone to work and he would make himself scarce.

“What’s for dinner?” His sister asked, smoothing down Len’s leather jacket with her fingertips.

“Pizza. My treat.”

“Pizza?” Lisa wrinkled her nose. “I can’t pay tonight. All of my tips went to the electric bill this month.”

Of course they did.

“My treat,” Leonard repeated. “I said I’d pay last time. Now, do you want to go get it or have it delivered?”

Lisa didn’t hide the way she stared hopefully at the door. That told Len everything he needed to know.

He took the jacket from her fingers. “Come on then.”

Even through all of Lisa’s pestering, she was silent most of the ride to The Tower of Pizza diner, a locally owned business that knew both siblings by name. They could also get a discount on the best garlic bread in Central City.

The diner was practically empty when they arrived, only a few customers milling around the checkered red and white booths. They said their order to the cashier and piled into a single booth, Lisa going first and Len facing her.

“So,” Lisa started. “Now are you going to tell me how your day went?”

“If you want, fine.”

Leonard told it like it was, he didn’t sugarcoat anything anymore for Lisa. She was a big girl, wiser than most people in their 30s, and she knew the law of the land better than anyone. Len described the open campus and the even more open people with their clubs and their acronyms and their frat parties. Her eyes went wide with every description, picturing it all in her mind’s eye. Before long there pizza arrived, half Hawaiian half veggie lovers, and Lisa stuffed her face while Len continued.

“The library is bigger than anything I’ve ever seen, a whole 9 stories of books and computers. You can find anything you want in there.”

“Are there any sororities? What were they like?”

Len shrugged. “How should I know? You want me to join one and tell you about their slumber parties?”

Lisa sighed into her pizza even though she did chuckle at the joke. “I wish I could join a sorority. Do you think it would be fun, Lenny?”

“Matching clothes and banging the school mascot. What’s more fun than that?”

Lisa shoved her crust into his mouth before he could say anymore. The pizza almost choked him but Leonard swallowed it whole, coughing it down.

“You’re a jerk you know,” Lisa snapped. “You didn’t even want to go to college and yet here you are, taking it for granted.”

“Jesus, Lize.” Leonard drowned his watery soda. “If you’re so hurt about it why don’t you go in my place? The classes are fine, I just...”

His voice trailed off and Lisa said nothing. The garlic bread was starting to taste bitter.

“Are you going to leave me too, Lenny? Is that it?”

Leonard almost choked again. “What are you talking about?”

“You can’t stand your little sister anymore because I hold you back. Come on, we both know you didn’t want to stay in Central. You only stayed because of me!”

“That’s not—“

Lisa waved the last slice of her Hawaiian in his face. “Don’t you lie to me, Leonard Snart. I’ve been getting lies all my life.”

Len said nothing, couldn’t say anything to that statement. Lisa was right in a lot of things, but he didn’t want to believe her.

“Let’s just go home.”

He left a hefty tip because he could and they were off, this time the ride less comfortable. Lisa only held on when she had to and Len purposely turned harder in order to feel the contact. They got to the house and before he could even put his helmet away he heard the sharp closing of the door to Lisa’s bedroom.

Leonard didn’t bother, letting his sister cool down was the best option, even if it took a week for her to talk to him.

He threw his jacket against the wall, punched the dresser, and watched as an angry gash formed on his knuckles. He punched the wood again and again until the pain was so bad it was no longer grounding.

Leonard fell to the floor, head in his hands. He would have to clean up the blood from his clothes before his dad made it home, but for now he just sat there, wallowing in his self pity. It wouldn’t help anything and yet he still did it.

Something nudged his foot and Len opened his eyes slowly to spy the little black box he had swiped in his last class. It was barely the size of his fist now that he looked at it, hardly special.

Yet something was calling him to open it. He needed to open it. BADLY.

He took it in his hands and the wood was polished against his fingers. The blood had stopped flowing from his cracked knuckles, but Len still managed not to get a spec on the black box.

Opening it was...normal. Actually it made him feel worse. A single sterling silver ring blinked up at him and he almost, almost threw it aside to continue to sulk.

Except a small voice that was not in his head spoke next to his ear and almost half scared him to death.

“If you get blood on the ring I’ll kill you.”

XXXXX

Barry was high as a kite when he left Well’s class. Cisco had excused himself to go to the bathroom, claiming he almost peed himself when the professor had rode in like a knight in shining wheelchair parts, and if Barry was honest with himself he had probably peed himself from excitement too.

The walk to his dorm room was shorter than he could have imagined, but then again he had skipped the whole way.

Barry’s dorm room was a modern, quaint apartment complex that had a basketball court on one side and a pool on the other. It was the kind of place frat parties would be thrown on one night, and then the other would be the annual board meeting where all the professors would gather over coffee on the bottom floor. There was complimentary breakfast, rose shaped soap, and even towels that looked like swans when Barry wheeled his luggage in and dropped it at the foot of the bed.

The room was a good size, single bedroom like he had requested with another person across the hall where he would share a kitchenette and bathroom. The window overlooked the campus, all the trees changing colors right before his eyes. There were clean sheets in the closet, simple and white, and the walls were burnt orange to contrast the dark furniture.

Barry threw his hands up and whooped loudly. Today had been amazing, even if his jacket was stained with coffee and his classes gave him more homework than he could imagine, he had met with his idol, his world.

Barry unpacked his photographs and camera equipment first, taking the time to organize them on the shelf overlooking his bed. Then he hung the few science posters on the wall he had managed to stuff into his bag and left his high school soccer trophy on his desk next to his laptop and books.

There wasn’t much else to put away besides clothing and enmities so Barry let them be, instead fishing for his phone in his messenger bag. He came up empty so he turned the whole thing upside down on his bed and watched as a bunch of pens, papers, and a notepad flew out. Still no phone? What was wrong with this bag!

Barry dug his hand until he felt a hidden pocket where his phone had been lodged in between two zippers. He also felt something else in there, foreign to his fingers, but it felt small enough that he pulled both objects out at the same time.

The thing turned out to be a small black box that when it caught the light had swirling designs on the sides. Barry started at it and opened it without a second thought. A set of simple black earrings stared up at him, two little dots against the cushioning.

Where had these come from? Barry had never worn earrings in his life besides the one time he had dressed as a pirate in grade school.

He was about to toss them aside to take them to lost and found, but a bright light exploded from inside the box and Barry helped, taking cover under a pillow.

“Hello there, master of creation. My name is Tikki and—“

Barry screamed and fell face first onto his bed, slamming his head on the wood. It hurt like hell but it didn’t matter, he lay still.

He must have passed out because a knock on his door almost caused a Barry to knock his head a second time on the floor.

“Yo, dude!” There was more knocking and Barry half stumbled half crawled to the door to open it. “Everything okay?”

It was a boy younger than him, dark skinned with curly hair, wearing only a towel around his waste. Water was still trailing down his face.

“Yeah, sorry about that.” Barry averted his gaze politely.

“I heard screaming.”

“I...slipped.” It was such a lame excuse. “I didn’t mean to bother you.”

The boy looked him up and down, clearly not buying it, but didn’t press.

“Alright sure. If you need anything I’m Wally by the way.”

Barry nodded. “Thanks, man. I really appreciate it.”

Barry shut the door without another word, then he groaned. He hadn’t given his name!

Barry opened the door quickly just as Wally was closing the door to the bathroom, probably going to change.

“I’m sorry, that was rude. I’m Barry.”

Wally cracked a small smile and they went their separate ways.

The door being shut made Barry’s skin crawl. He looked around the room and everything seemed normal enough. His books and laptop were still on his desk so there hadn’t been a break in. His clothes were still unpacked, the bed was messy where he had fallen.

He could have sworn he had heard a voice. Barry checked under the bed, in the dresser, but found nothing.

“That was quite a scare,” a frilly voice said. “You should be more careful.”

Barry yelped, grabbing the nearest object to defend himself. It happened to be the desk lamp and he yanked it out of its socket, plunging half the room into darkness.

Just great.

“Whoa whoa. Please don’t hurt yourself.”

Barry could barely see but from what he could make out there was a tiny bug-like creature floating close to his face. An alien. Oh he was so screwed.

“I’m Tikki,” the floating thing said—hadn’t it already said that? “And you’re the new master of the miraculous.”

Barry could faint, or wait maybe he did faint again. The Tikki bug thing was talking to him. It was a real alien!

“You’re...YOU’RE—“

“Tikki. And you are?”

“Barry Allen?”

“Barry Allen.” Tikki nodded their head—her head? Its head?

“What are you exactly?”

“I’m a guardian of the miraculous of creation, a kwami,” Tikki supplied, zipping over to and on the desk. “You were chosen to wield my powers and become a superhero.”

“Superhero?”

Tikki nodded. From the looks of the little antenna poking out of her reddish, almost pink head, and her trill voice Barry could guess she was a girl. She almost resembled a little ladybug.

“Are you ready to transform and see what I’m talking about?”

Transform...?

HOLD THE PHONE.

Barry stumbled to Tikki, dropping himself in his rolling chair.

“Wait wait, start from the beginning. You’re a miraculous. What even is that?”

“Miraculous are beings of pure energy sent to guard the hope and virtue of humanity. We have existed for centuries in secret with only a few people in the history of time that have ever documented us. Those are called guardians, and there is one right here in Central City. I was sent to find you so you could help him save the world.”

“Save the world.”

Apparently Barry was a dumb idiot because all he could do was repeat whatever Tikki was saying. He was probably getting pranked, yeah that was it! Pranked by Wally across the hall to usher him into his new year at the university.

“Thanks,” Barry said slowly. “But I’m good. I’m no hero. Cue the cameras, this prank is over.”

Tikki’s gaze darkened, her blue eyes turning bluer. “This is no joke, Barry. I really am a miraculous. And you’re my new master. We should start your training immediately.”

“No. What you are is a figment of my imagination!” Barry threw his hands in the air and whirled around. Maybe if he closed his eyes he’s wake up from this dream.

He ended up finding Tikki poking his nose when he opened them.

“Come on, come on,” she rushed. “Your partner must be waiting for you.”

“Partner?”

Tikki nodded like it was obvious. “You wield creation, your partner wields destruction. Together you are ying and yang.”

“Right...”

Barry chewed his bottom lip. On the one hand he could turn in this little bug creature over to the authorities and be done with it, maybe put it to good use. The lab always needed to resources to find cures for cancer or the common cold, maybe this was it. On the other hand, he could see where this was going, stick it out for as long as he wanted. Hell, he could be a superhero according to this thing.

“Okay.” Barry nodded slowly, then more firmly, deciding his mind. “Okay, I’ll do it. What do I have to do exactly?”

“I have to pierce your ears. Please hold still. I’ll explain everything once you have the earrings on.”

If Wally heard a Barry scream again he didn’t knock on the door a second time.

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“You Have No Idea Who I Am, Do You?”

Summary: Sam and Dean learn they have a sister and she helps them hunt a siren. I’m already super great at summaries

Characters: Dean, Sam, Castiel, and sister!Reader

A/N: So this is my first ever attempt at writing fanfiction, so everyone please go easy on me. This is for @casbabydontgoineedyou​ ‘s 1K Follower Celebration. I’ve had the idea for this fic floating around in my head for a while now, so when I saw this prompt on her challenge I knew I needed to just take the leap. I’ve tagged her and a few of the other fic writers I follow just to get feedback. I hope that’s ok. Any feedback (but especially the positive kind) is welcome. Also, it’s kind of long. Sorry, my hand slipped. 

Warnings: Angst, language, canon-level fighting. Also no smut (sorry?)

Prompt: “You have no idea who I am, do you?” 

(gif from google) 

Sam’s POV

Dean pulled the Impala into the bunker’s garage. It felt good to be home after the long drive from North Dakota. You, Dean, and Cas had just finished up a run-of-the-mill vengeful spirit. You couldn’t help but laugh a little at the thought of a vengeful spirit being “run-of-the-mill.” What a weird life we lead.

“Cas, you’re welcome to hang out for a bit. I’m going to hit the sack,” you stretched out satisfyingly. The familiar halls were comforting, and your bed was calling you. You shuffled through the war room towards the library. The walk from the car to your bed always seemed laboriously long.  

Quickly and silently, a figure came out from behind the wall to stand at the top of the library steps, gun raised in a practiced stance. Behind the weapon was a (tall/average/short) (y/h/c) stranger. Just as quickly, you were awake again. We raised our guns in reply and Cas’s angel blade was in his hand.

Suddenly her shoulders softened as her gun lowered.

"Oh thank god you're here," she sighed. "I was in the hotel room when some grey suited guy came up to me and painted some crap on the wall. There was a bright light and next thing I know I'm in this Cold War hideout. I think we're underground. Are we underground? How’d we get here? Where's dinner?"

We exchanged glances again as our guns stayed up. A demon, maybe? But how did it get in here?

"Oh god –" the stranger’s voice wavered – "you guys have no idea who I am, do you?"

"Enlighten us, kid," Dean snorted.

A look of grief washed over her (y/e/c) eyes, "I'm your sister."

Reader POV

"Listen, kiddo," Dean began. "We don't have a sister."

You felt sick to your stomach. Your older brothers and some trench coat wearing stranger were standing – guns still drawn – looking between themselves and back at you with utter confusion. You were just as confused as they were. Less than an hour ago, you were in another crappy motel in Oklahoma hunting a ghost. They had just left for the usual beers and burgers.

The confusion must have shown on your face. Sam showed his hands and began to lower his gun, "okay, okay... let's all just take a minute here," he suggested. He was always the one to calm your fights.

"Thanks, Sammy," you cracked a relieved smile before a sudden splash of water hit your face. You blinked a couple times and spat out the bit that landed in your mouth, "Was that… holy water?"

"Just a precaution," Sam shrugged. He seemed a little surprised you guessed holy water.

You breathed a slow calming breath out your mouth as you bent down to reach for your ankle. You lifted up your right pant leg to unsheathe the small silver blade you kept there.

"Hey, whoa whoa whoa," your eldest brother said with his gun still trained on you.

You held your hands up to show you meant no harm. Then, with a quick move, you sliced into your hand and held it back up. "Not a monster either," you said confidently.

“So you know about monsters?” Dean questioned as he stole another glance at your other brother and the stranger.

“Of course,” you gave an exasperated sigh. This was all bordering on annoying. “I’ve only been hunting my whole goddamn life.”

That answer seemed to make Dean feel better because he finally dropped his gun and holstered it. There was an awkward silence as all four of you attempted to find the right questions to ask. Sam found it first.

"Wait – you said a guy in a grey suit came up to you, drew something on the wall and you saw a bright light?" Sam looked at Dean and the dark haired stranger, "Sound familiar?"

"Alternate universe?" Dean said more calmly than you thought those words should sound.

"An alternate one where you have a sister, apparently," the stranger's voice was gravelly. "But what would angels stand to gain from bringing her here?"

"Angels?" that word caught your attention. "Like halos, harps, and white robes?"

"More like assholes in suits," Dean scoffed.

"We're not all –" the stranger hesitated at his next word – "assholes."

"We?" You made eye contact with him and noticed, for the first time, how blue his eyes were.

Sam clapped a hand down on the man's shoulder. "This is Castiel. He's an angel, too, uh..." he looked sheepish at his realization, "I'm sorry, but we don't even know your name."

"Y/N. Y/N Winchester," there was a strange formality in your voice. How bizarre to introduce yourself to the two people who knew you best in the world. You rubbed your hands down the sides of your thighs. It was a nervous habit your older brothers always made fun of you for. But there were no comments about it today. You waved an arm towards your taller brother and added, "I'm two years younger than you, Sam."

Sam and Dean looked surprised at that statement. "S-so mom didn't die?" Sam stuttered.

It was your turn to be confused. You spent the next hour sitting with the boys, each taking turns sharing your stories. They told you how your mother died when Sam was a baby and only recently came back to life. Your dad died after years of seeking revenge for her death. Apparently the boys themselves even died a few times each. They were also legacies for some secret group called the Men of Letters and you were currently sitting in their bunker. Dean killed Death and this Castiel guy killed a reaper. Also God was real – or at least realer than church had always led people to believe. He was short and had a beard, a sister, and a love for crappy folk songs.

You always thought you lived an interesting life, but compared to their stories it seemed so normal – boring almost. You took your turn to tell them about the three of you being raised as hunters, and how Mom retired as best as possible after your dad was killed by a werewolf pack.

"Now it's just the three of us hunting down the things that go bump in the night," you shrugged as you finished.

"The family business," Dean chuckled weakly and swigged the beer he had fetched for himself.

"Yeah," Sam breathed out as he took a swig of his own. Mid-sip a realization seemed to dawn on him. “Oh god –” he gasped – “what if they need another vessel?”

“A what?” you took a hard gulp on your own beer now.

“For what?” Dean asked at the same time as you.

“It could be possible. It’s the one thing that makes sense,” Castiel stared at you intently as if you held the answer on your face.

“A what?” you ask again.

The boys proceeded to tell you all about angel vessels. About Michael and Lucifer – as in the devil himself – and how they stopped the apocalypse. According to them, the Winchesters had something special in their bloodline, at least in this universe, which made you guys the perfect vessels for them.

Before the conversation could go further, there was a ping from Sam’s cell phone. He looked down at it and frowned, “We’ve got another case. The Hobbits found a possible siren problem in Illinois.”

“Hobbits are real, too?” you sighed exasperatedly as you slapped your hands on the table in front of you. “What sort of Twilight Zone shit did I get sent to?”

Sam and Dean chuckled softly at the fact that your limit seemed to have been reached. At least Castiel seemed to take you seriously. If you didn’t know any better, you would almost say he seemed just as confused with the name as you were.

“No,” Sam explained, “it’s a nickname for some guys we’ve been working with. I can tell you more about it when we get back.

“Oh no, I’m going with you,” you said above the loud noise of the chair scraping along the floor. You stood from your seat, “Alternate universes and angels? I might not get those things. But monsters? Monsters I get. And the last time you guys…” your thoughts trailed off at that phrase. These weren’t your guys. You collected yourself fast, though, “…well, the last time my guys dealt with a siren, I had to save their asses.” You chuckled at the thought that Dean’s perfect girl was apparently a lot like the girl from a pie commercial you would always see on TV.

“Was it at least a girl siren that time around?” Dean asked. Sam laughed at his brother’s question.

“O-of course it was. W-why would it… not be –” for some reason that was the question that threw you off the most out of everything you had heard over the past hour.

“– no reason,” Dean stood and cut you off before you could finish inquiring. “Alright kiddo. If monsters you get, then it’s monsters you will get. We leave in five,” he announced to the group with a rap of his knuckles on the table and walked down the hall.

Sam’s POV

I have a younger sister, you thought to yourself. The thought just kept washing over you like waves on the beaches you always dreamed about. You had a younger sister, who had a mom who lived to raise her. That meant you had a mom who lived to raise you, too. It was like finding out someone else lived out your dream life and that someone else was also somehow you.

You couldn’t help but keep stealing glances at Y/N, this woman who didn’t exist just a couple hours ago. You could see bits of your mom and dad on her face as she spoke. She moved like Dean, too, which was strange to you. They swigged their beers the same way; she even had the same annoyed look on her face when you splashed her with holy water. You wondered what she did that looked like you.

You had so many questions to ask her, but you knew now wasn’t the time. After you finished this hunt, you would help her get back to her universe. Back to her brothers.

Once you had arrived to the small Illinois town, it was evident that Y/N could handle herself on a hunt. She knew what to ask and how to act. You would even dare to say she was better than both you and your brother.

Three husbands and one boyfriend killed their wives and girlfriends. After talking with them all, you discovered that they had all been frequenting the same restaurant – the type of restaurant with a proclivity for hiring beautiful waitresses to wear tight shirts and short shorts.

“Another breastaurant with you two. This is definitely something that feels familiar,” Y/N said wryly as the four of you entered and surveyed the scene.

You looked at her with a confused expression. “We go to these together?” you ask her.

“Well, it’s not always my turn to pick dinner. I had to work at one of these before for a case, too. The worst week of my life…” her voice trails off as she walks toward a table.

“Ugh, things like this aren’t as much fun with a sister,” Dean grumbled as he goes along with her. You and Cas followed in their wake.

Reader’s POV

After spending the day talking with the local police and vetting leads, the four of you decide to split up. Sam would go talk to the victims again while Dean and Castiel would go back and check out the restaurant. You decided it might be best for you to just take a short walk and collect your thoughts, maybe even pick up a change of clothes, since you weren’t sure how long you would be in this universe.

After about an hour of walking aimlessly, you decided to head back to the motel room for a quick nap. You hadn’t slept for the past 24 hours and it was now hitting you like a semi.

“Hey kid,” Dean said as you entered the motel room.

“I thought you were going to go check out the restaurant one more time,” you questioned as you peeled your jacket off and threw it on the bed with your shopping bags.

“I thought it’d be easier for Cas to go it alone. He tends to not get as affected by seduction crap like this since he’s you know…” he waved his hand in a circle in front of his face signaling you to fill in the rest of the thought yourself.

“Right, angels and all that jazz,” you rubbed your palms on the sides of your thighs again as you sat at the end of the bed closest to the door.

“You’re just in time for a drink, though,” Dean held up the motel tumblers and a bottle of whiskey. He flashed a toothy smile, “Join me, little sis?”

You nodded and closed your eyes in quiet contentment as he poured the two glasses. You wouldn’t be able to explain it to him, but this was the most at home you felt since you were sent to this universe: drinking a couple fingers of whiskey in some crappy motel room with your oldest brother.

He proffered your glass with another smile and you sipped happily. The burn felt good as it made its way down your chest and settled at your core.

“Thanks,” you chuckled weakly. You lifted your glass and nodded towards it, “this was definitely much needed.”

“Stop doing that, Y/N/N,” he pointed his glass at your hand that was still rubbing its palm up and down the length of your thigh. “You’re always doing that when you’re nervous. You don’t have to be nervous here.”

The familiarity of the whiskey and the motel room had thrown you off your senses. You didn’t flinch when Dean called you by the nickname that your Dean would always call you, but this universe’s Dean wouldn’t know about your nervous habit like that. You realized something was wrong, but just as quickly, you could feel your brain giving up control. You felt like clay: malleable and soft. You knew you’d do anything this Dean would tell you to do.

Dean stood up and stretched his arms out above his head, “oh Y/N, you should really pay more attention when people give you drinks.” He walked in front of you, bent at the waist and met your eyes. “Someone could put something in them. Didn’t your brothers teach you better than that?” he frowned and tucked a stray strand of your hair behind your ear.

“W-what did you do?” but you could feel yourself not care about the answer. You just wanted to hear him talk. No, you needed to hear him talk.

He sucked in a quick breath through his clenched jaw, “well, technically speaking… I spat in your drink. I know – gross. But then, what are brothers for?” he sat on the opposite bed and leaned back on one elbow with a smug look. “You know,” he pointed at you, “I usually only go for men but you…” he sat back up and placed his elbows on his knees as he leaned towards you, “you were just dripping with longing. It radiated off of you. It was so… so…” he waved his hands around as he struggled to find the right word, “…intoxicating. Once I saw you I just knew I had to have you.”

You couldn’t focus properly. Every cell in your body just needed to be around Dean. Your insides screamed out their desire to have your brother back. To have more of those simple moments like the ones you shared before, drinking whiskey in motel rooms or singing along to Led Zeppelin in the Impala. Something was telling you that this Dean could give you that.

“Come on, Y/N, think about it. It could be just like it used to be. The two Winchesters against the world,” it was like he read your mind. “We’ll get Sammy, hop in the Impala, and just drive,” he extended his arm out beyond him with a little whoosh noise. “Doesn’t that sound good?”

“Yeah, that sounds great,” you smiled. Relief washed over you. Happiness flooded in. It was like sinking in to a warm bath. You had your Dean back. He got to this universe, too. You thought. We’ll get Sammy and be a family again. We’ll be normal again.

“But kiddo,” Dean pouted, “there’s one thing you got to do first.” He leaned forward to whisper in your ear. “You’ve got to kill this Sam and Dean. Otherwise, they’ll stop us from being a family again.”

Your blood began to boil. No one was going to stop you from having your family back.

Suddenly the door opened and Sam’s tall figure filled the doorframe. He stopped short at the sight of the siren’s Dean.

“What the –” it took Sam a moment to process what he was seeing – “Y/N, what’s going on?”

“Sam, you’re just in time,” you smiled up at him. “My Dean is here. He found me. It’s all going to be okay again. We’re going to be a family again. There’s just one thing left for me to do,” you dropped your glass, stood up and simultaneously grabbed your knife from your ankle.

“Y/N, please don’t make me fight you,” Sam walked into the room with his hands raised.

His words made you laugh heartily, “oh Sam, we’ve been fighting each other since I was eight. I can kick your ass.” As you finished the last comment, you quickly spun under his outstretched arm, hopped on the dresser, and had your knife at his throat. You gripped his hair with your other hand to bare his neck for the attack.

“Do it, Y/N/N,” the siren Dean encouraged as he stood up. “We’ll be together again. Think about it: you’re nothing without your brothers. You’re nothing to these three.”

“That’s not true, Y/N,” Sam gasped from under your blade. “He’s not your Dean. Don’t listen to him. It’s the siren just trying to use you.”

“No, it’s my Dean. He’s come here to get me because he loves me,” your voice was bordering on madness now. “You’re not my Sam, so you don’t know. We’re going to get my Sam. You, Dean and Castiel can’t get me back to them. You don’t even know what you’re doing, and you certainly don’t love me.” Your words had venom in them as gripped onto his hair tighter. Your blade nicked his neck and drew a small bead of blood.

“That’s it, Y/N, take him out and you’ll just have two more to finish,” siren Dean was beaming with excitement. “Where are the people you love now, Y/N? Kill him and you’ll be that much closer to having them back. We’ll be back together. You’ll be with all the people who love you.”

At that moment, the real Dean and Castiel were at the still-open door. Dean took in the scene and yelled as he ran towards you and Sam.

You answered back with a yell of your own and shoved your brother at Dean to stop him. There was so much commotion as you dodged and weaved from their fists and attempted to slash at them. Years of practice fighting with them along with the passion to end their lives made it easy. You were high on the adrenaline of the fight and finding your real brother. Nothing was going to stop you.

You swept at this universe’s Dean’s legs and pinned him down once he reached the ground. There was a mad grin on your face as you reached your knife above your head to plunge it in to his heart. Before you brought down the blade, a sharp pain radiated from your shoulder and you screamed out to the ceiling. Castiel had stabbed you in the shoulder and threw the knife to Sam just in time to sink it deep into the siren’s chest.

“No!” you screamed as you watched your Dean sink to the floor then, almost in the blink of an eye, turn into its true form. It was a pale and disgusting creature with teeth bared in a lip-less mouth. You could feel the siren’s hold on you release as you realized your knife was still poised to attack Dean.

You pushed yourself off of him and began shaking with sobs. “I’m so sorry!” you wept and crawled backwards towards the wall. “I’m so sorry!”

The ride home was silent. You sat in the backseat of the Impala and willed yourself to go to sleep, but to no avail.

“Well we both had sirens that wanted to be our siblings, so maybe we really are related,” Dean chuckled in an attempt to ease the tension.

It didn’t work. You gave a half-hearted laugh out of politeness as you brought your knees up to your chest. You could feel Castiel staring at you as you focused on the horizon beyond your window. You felt sick to your stomach for what seemed like the millionth time in the past two days. You were disgusted with yourself for being so easily won over by the siren.

Next thing you knew, you were back at this strange bunker. Your mind must have finally quieted to allow yourself some rest.

“I’m going to drink a liquor store,” Dean mumbled as he walked toward the kitchen.

Castiel and Sam sat at a table in the library and Sam rubbed at his temples. You could see the dried blood on his neck from your cut and it both enraged and sickened you.

“Who’s hungry?” Dean had returned with a plate of sandwiches and a case of beers.

Sam gave a groan of approval as he reached for his own. "Join us, Y/N!" Sam patted the chair next to him invitingly.

"Thanks, Sammy," you flash a weak smile, "but I think I'm just going to hit the hay." Waving a weak goodnight, you made your way down the narrow hallway to your new room.

You were in a new universe. You thought about the one you came from just a couple days ago. With the siren hunt, you were able to push the thoughts out of your mind. You were in a universe where almost everything was the same. Everything except the most important thing – you didn’t exist here. There were no traces of you. You thought of your brothers. Not the ones sitting down the hall together with their best friend, laughing and enjoying the lives they built for themselves here, but the two you were taken from. What happened when they came back and saw you missing? You were sure they were looking for you. You knew more than anything else they tried to protect you from the horrors of the life you three led. They would be up worrying themselves sick. Your mother would be broken with grief.

You were taken from them for god knows how long and you still didn’t know why. You felt used. The siren’s words kept creeping in to your thoughts. You’re nothing without your brothers. You’re nothing to these three. Where are the people who love you now?

You could feel the heat on your cheeks and a lump grew in your throat as you closed the door to this foreign bedroom behind you. As you turned and leaned your back against the door you choked out a quiet sob. You covered your mouth quickly so as not give away your secret as you slowly slid down to the floor to continue weeping.

Where are the people that love you now?

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