#yeah they know how to move around inside the GTO baby

[sammaggs]

4x04 Mojo Rising | Idiots

Hey, hey guys? Hey it’s actually faster and easier if you get out of the—okay, no, that’s fine too.

[betweenthefallandforever]

Waffle House Opera

The brightly lit waffle trap was a beacon of America’s mighty failures on that starry-skied morning. I was a bit too early for the early bird special, but just in time for the tweaker freak show. Already feeling hung over from my trip down memory lane with alcoholics unanimous, I gripped my glass of watertight and downed the rusty pipe sweat eagerly. The taste made my stomach cringe and the aforementioned freak show was spooling fast; taking its first swing at the night manager’s patience. ” I know the bathroom is usually reserved for customers only Padre but my ol’ lady has the runs see. Would you mind giving us a few minutes, she has a condition see.” The man waved his arms as if he were trying to flag someone down. The night manager gawked, and then hesitated. "Sir, you can use the restroom. If you’d like some coffee while you wait for your wife, it’s only $1.05." …I silently applauded the man’s grace while I appraised my meal that was on its way. It was being carried by an annoyed flash of a woman. She nearly threw my plate on the table, muttered something I supposed was the usual "Can I get you anything else?" type of gesture, but darted off before a reply could be even considered. I didn’t mind, the show was on. “I don’t have any cash see, but if you could spot me a few I’d be sure to get you back. My ol’ lady and I are actually a might hard up, we were on our way to the hospital ‘cause of her condition and all. We runt outta gas for we could even get there! Come to find out her mother is there as well! Can you figure that? What a night I’m having! “The man twisted around in a Michael Jacksonesque fashion and proclaimed his frustration with a howling "FUCK!" at the ceiling. Eggs nearly shot out of my nose. The manager wasn’t as amused. "Okay Sir, I think it’s about time you go check on your wife. I'm sorry about your situation, but this is a family establishment. I’m going to have to ask you to leave. If your wife needs medical assistance, I’d be happy to call an ambulance." Mr. Jet fuel didn’t bat an eye. "You’re probably right Pedro. I better go on and check on that cunt. For all I know she’s jobbing’ one of your bus boys in there.” He waived his finger toward the bathroom comically as his loose sleeves fell back; revealing tracked marked lightning bolts ornate with an oozing filigree of staph infection. By this time the kitchen staff had joined the audience. Once he was inside the restroom, the night manager began weighing his options. His hand sat over the phone, lip curled onto his bottom teeth as if trying to hide. I’m guessing the rest of him wanted to as well. But, before the saucer-eyed night manager could make a decision; Speedy Gon-Adolf appeared out of the lady’s room with a foamy-mouthed rag doll; a needle blooming out of the rose on the inside of her elbow. Her eyes were wandering and empty, twitching softly along with the abrupt cadence of a withered body. No longer in the mood for breakfast, I pushed my plate away and reached for my wallet. The manager's hand swept the phone of the hook so fast that the dial pad turned over, he recovered it with the opposite and began dialing frantically. "Hold it right there Jose! I got this handled! We don't need no lawman coming in here and wrecking these fine people's morning, do we?" A shining, recently polished and obviously stolen Colt 1911 appeared out of the man's waistline. "Hang up the phone! DO IT!" The manager clenched his jaw and accepted his lack of freedom to make any other decision. Speedy hastily ripped phone from the Host desk and exclaimed to the rest of the restaurant "Any of you Fuckers even think of making a move, picking up a cell, or running for the door, I have a .45 that'll be happy to take you to Hell!" The manager, stiffened and stuttered quietly, tried to control the situation the best he could, offering his assistance and promising that no one would call the police, he only wanted to help his wife. "This ain't really my wife you reject, just some whore I picked up along the way. She look like the marrying type to you?" He pointed the barrel at her feet. "But I ain't gonna have her die on me either. “YOU! Yeah, you!" Somehow the attention had suddenly crashed its way to my direction. "Look, you seem like a nice kid, trustworthy even. Not like the rest of these cockless monkeys in this heap. You do me a favor, and I won't rob you like the rest of'em...even give you a ride if you need it." He smiled. The shitbag was actually smiling. I hesitated, confused and shaken by the barrel now sneering in my direction. "Uh, yeah man. What do you need me to do?" I slowly started sliding my way out of the booth, my hands above my shoulders, palms open. "Just get your ass over here, give me your phone." He slid his hands into his pockets and handed me his keys. "There's a shot of adrenaline in my car, if this bitch's heart stops we'll bury her, but I NEED that shot. But if you try anything funny, steal my ride, or try and get the cops. I'll kill all these damn people, and then come lookin' for you. Got me?!" His eyes seemed focused now, realizing, at least somewhat the corner he had put himself in. "I got you man, don't worry, no need to get excited. Which car is yours?" He seemed to think I was like him, maybe because I was white, had tattoos. I spoke as casually as I could, hoping he would trust me, and not shoot anyone, or me. "It's the shit-hot red GTO around back, the adrenaline is in the glove compartment." The barrel, cold against my forehead trembled, I prayed it wouldn't erupt. "If you EVEN THINK about stealing my baby, I have your phone, remember that. I'll kill your ol' lady, your kids, and your fuckin' mama! Don't mess with me kid!" His bloodshot eyes burned with truth. "Easy man, easy. I don't have any problem helping' you out brother. Let’s just get this shit over with before some cop shows up for breakfast and we end up at the farm, alright?" My words seemed to give him some sense of reassurance; like he had found a partner in crime. "Hurry up." I took his cue and walked out of the double doors, rounded the corner toward the back of the restaurant. My truck, just out of view of the last window on the side of the building was waiting. I could run, the idiot didn't even think to ask for my keys. I could go, right now and call the cops at the gas station just down the deserted road. No. That guy will really shoot someone. "I can't live with that". Instead, I listened for a moment, heard him screaming at customers to place their phones and wallets on their tables. He's pretty busy, I took the chance to make it to my truck, quickly opened the door and retrieved my 9mm out of the driver's side door and pulled back the slide. I shoved the conceal carry holster into my waistband and pulled my shirt down over, and shivered. On my way to the GTO I heard a scream. I pulled my gun out and reeled my head around, to see a couple fighting in the parking lot across the street. "Calm down dude, you're going to get yourself killed." I put my gun away and unlocked the car. The nearly mint Pontiac was littered with beer cans and fast food wrappers. This guy had either been on the road a long time, or had been living in it. I opened the glove box, retrieved the vial labeled "Adrenaline" and a syringe that looked unused. I had seen this done in movies; he was going to have to shove this needle into that woman's heart! Is that really how it's done? I shook the thought off and started back toward the double doors; mentally hyperventilating. When I got to the doorway, most of the people had found their way onto the floor with their fingers interlaced on the back of their heads. He seemed a bit steadier. But, I knew if I made the wrong move it would be the end of me. “Alright, bud. What’s the plan?” I extended my hand out to him, syringe and vial soaked with sweat in my palm. “First. Have you ever shot up before?” He leered at me as if he thought he knew I had. I’d had some training as an EMT serving as a volunteer Fireman while going to school in Washing State. But, I’d never been in any sort of situation like this. This woman needed a Paramedic. Now. I knew that I couldn’t tell him where I had gotten the little knowledge I had. I still needed his trust. So I lied. “Yeah. A few times, when I was like 17”. “Well, it’s time to jump back on the bike, kid. Fill that bitch up to about 15cc, and let’s see what happens.” His chuckle made the hairs on my arms rise up as if they were going to run from the gunfire that was sure to come if I said no. “Fuck.” I tore open the syringe wrapper and uncapped the needle. “There you go kid, just made it quick. We’ve got 500 horses of ‘Merican muscle waiting to spring us from this clusterfuck. Let’s just get this done, and we can go somewhere and have a laugh. Beers on me.”  I tried my best to ignore him as I inserted the needle into the vial and drew out the clear liquid. Is it too much? Too little? I don’t know. What the fuck is gonna happen? Should I be doing this? I filled it a little over 15cc and hit the plunger until it met what I hoped to be the correct amount. There’s no air in the syringe. Check. “Okay kid. Just jab that shit in her thigh, and stand back. She bites.” He reeled around with his gun and checked his corners. Making sure no one was trying to alert the police or find a way out. I took a deep breath, walked over to the girl. She was in the fetal position. Barely breathing. The thigh. I realized that it was as good of a place as any. And, the thought I had about the scene in the movie was just my mind reeling. Trying to escape. This will work. It has to. I pulled her shorts up, just a bit. And with one, swift motion I injected the needle and hammered down on the plunger. Waited.

-James Kelley 2018, All rights reserved. (To be cont.)

[winchestersimagines]

The Hard Way

Characters: Reader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Demon!Reader

Summary: The reader is a victim of an Demon named Anastasia. The brothers try to save here, but the plan goes wrong.

Warnings: Language, Angst, Blood

Reader`s POV

Darkness, was all I see. I don`t know where I am. All I remembered is that I was on the way to the train station and then nothing, I woke up here again. I tried to look around but I realized that my hands are tied up to the ceiling. Inside of me raised panic and I tried to relieve myself. I gave up when I heared someone laughing.

“Keep trying but I dosen`t work.” a voice said but I couln`t see a face to that voice. “Who are you? And what do you want from me?” I asked with a slight panic in my voice. A person stepped out of the darkness and smiled my way. But it wasn`t a friendly smile it was more like a evil grin, I mean what do I expect? I am tied up in a fucking dark room, and I`m so scared and confused. “I am Anastasia a demon from hell.” she said. “No that impossible demos dosen`t existes.” I said in disbelive. She came nearer to me and looked me deep in the eye and took my face in her hand and pressed it very hard. “ Oh you innocent little girl,” she said and here eyes turned black. I took a stepp back and was so shocked. “What-what do you want f-from me?” I cied out. “You are my shill to get some hunters down here so I can kill them.” “Omg please don`t kill me” I said tears rolling down my face. “I have to think abut it.” Is the last think she said befor she punshed me really hard in my face. My head flew back and I think she broke my nose. Then she smashed here knee into my stomach. I cired the whole torture through. She did it as long till I blacked out.

I woke up a few hours later and I saw the demon already waited for me. “Look who woke up,” she laughed. I tasted the blood in my mouth that flow down from my broken nose. “I have something new to try out. We`re going to have a lot of fun.” “P-please no.” I whispered because I already was to weak. I saw here coming near my face with a knive in her hand. “Aw are you done with the nagging? I am trying to have some fun.” She said and cut through my skin from my cheek. I cried outl oud and tried gto get away. But she dosen`t like the idea that I move and kicked my knee so hard that I heard a loud crack and lost my balance from that leg, so that I stand on just one leg. “Ohh did I break your leg? I am so sorry….not. Because you are going to stay here if you want or not beacuse you are my toy, and nothing chance that.” She said laughing. THe next few hours she cutted though my skin all over my body that at some pont, I didn`t get the pain anymore and blacked out, once again.

3 days later

I don`t know how long I stayed here. I lost my sense of time. I could be days or even weeks but no one tried to find me. So I lost my hope, I even think that I am going to die here.

Dean`s POV

“Dean? I think I found a case!” Sam yelled through the whole bunker.When I heard that I stood up from the kitchen tabel and get directly into the libary where Sam sat with his laptop right infront of him. “What case?” I asked. “In Tacoma, Washington goes a Girl missing. Here name is Y/N Y/L/N. She goes every morning to a diner but since three days she hasn`t been there. Also here whole backpack was found in a litlle street near the train station.” He explained. “I don`t know Sammy that dosn`t has to be a case. She just could have runaway from home or something.” I said and wanted to go away but Sam stoped me. “I just forgot 4 people befor went missing and they were all found dead in a river near that Train station. Also there has been a lot of thunderstroms in the last few days and some people say they have seen black smoke. Sounds like a demon to me.” He explained. “Okay I am going to pack some stuff see you in 10 at the garage.” I agreed and walked to my room and packed some stuff.

Now we sat in Baby on our way to Washington  This is going to be a one day trip till we get here, if we don`t have to make alot of breaks.

When we get there I drove straight to the nearest motel and booked us a room. “Okay we are going and change into the FBI look and asked a few quesions to the witnisses. Alright?” I asked “Sure.” Sam answered. So we changed our flannel and jeans look to a fancy suit. We drove to the diner ere the girl has been last seen. We came in and looked around for a woman with Black hair. When I saw here I let Sam know by tip him on the arm and pointing to the Woman who  talked to some customors. We walked directly to here and already picked out our fake FBI ID out of the pocktes. “Good Afternoon are you Betty Smith?” I asked as friendly as I could. “Yes, and who are you?” she asked and looked confused. We showed here our fake ID and said “My name is agent Stuward and this is my patner agent Lautner, we are from th FBi and we like to ask you a few questions about the missing girl Y/N Y/L/N.” I asked. “Yeah sure, please take a seat.” She said and we all took a steat at a tabel in the middle of the diner. “So Mrs. Smith you were the one who file the missings person`s report, why?” Sam asked the woman. “I know that sounds weird but she came here every day to by some food for the last 2 month, but when she didn`t came here anymore I was worried. Seh was very kind and I like her alot. I am jsut worried.” She explained. “We understand Mrs. Smith.. When was the last time you saw her?” I asked. “It was four days ago in the evening. She was later than usual, nomal she came in the afternoon. She buyed alot more food with the little money she had. I tought she would go away again and so came here the food and she already gone again.” “But when you think she gone away why did you called here missing?” I asked confused. “Because she didn`t had any bags by her side. Also I saw her going into a small alley, in this alley is no way out, But she never came out. I looked for her but all I found was her backpack laying in the connor with some sleepin stuff next to her.” “Okay, thank you very much for your help. When you have some questions or need help you can call us. Have a good day.” Sam said and layed down our visit card on the tabel.

After that we gone back to our motel room and changed our outfit. I decided to get some food from the nearest fast food restaurant while Sam does the research. While I waited that my food is ready I heard two guys discuss. “I swear to god that I saw black smoke coming out of a men and got into another woman.” One of them explains. “you saw alot to much horror movies, it was just your fantasie, belive me.” Said the other one in disbelive. “If you don`t belive me I wil find someone else who does.” Said the man and ran out of the restaurant. Exact that moment came our food, I took it gave the man the money that I was pretty sure was to much and run after the man.

“Hey excuse me. Can I ask you some questions about the black smoke?” I asked and held up my FBI ID. “Sure but why dose the FBI concerns something like that?” He asked. “Hey I asked the queston okay? So where did this happend?” I asked.  “It happend down the old mine. I was there because it`s a popular place to make out with your girlfriend.” He explaines. “Yeah I don`t wanna hear about that.” I commented. “Yeah, sorry, But I definitely saw a man appers from nothing and a black smoke coming out of his mouth. The man fell to the ground and I think he was dead. Later a woman came out and trew the man into the river. After that she looked around and I hidded behind a tree. But I definitely saw black eyes.” He explains. “Where is that old mine?” I asked. “Down the harckley street, deep in the woods.” He said. “Thank you.” I said fast and ran to baby. I drove to the motel again and ran into our room.

“Whats wrong?” was the first thing that Sam asked. “I know where that demon is and where she holds the girl.” I explained. “Where?” “At the old mine. Go pack some stuff and meet me in 5 minutes at baby.” I said and ran out. I got to the trunk and opend it. I opend the second box and took out the demon knive, a gun and some holy water. At that time Sam came and sit down at the passanger seat and waited for me. “Do you have a plan?” He asked. “I am working on it.” Was all I answered.

After some minutes we came to the old mine. But the old mine was so big that we can find he demon befor the sunrises again. We decited to split up and search for the demon. Sam was going down the mine and I was about to go into the main buliding. After an hour we didn`t find anything but when I came to the storage bulding I heard someone talking. It was a woman`s voice. I called Sam and he was about to come to my location.

Reader`s POV

“I am suprised that you are still alive. THe most people I did this to are already dead.” She said and laughed. “It must be sad that no one tries to help and ave you.” She walked around my broken body. “Let`s see how long ypu are going to live befor you die.” She laughed. But a quiet sound stopped her from tortureing me. “Wait her not that you have a choice.” She whipered in my ear and walked away. A few minutes later she came back. “Suprise some hunter are here to save you. But I didn`t make it easy for them.” Is all she said befor black smoke out of here mouth came and forced it down my throat. After that I blacked out. But came back two minutes later. But something was different. I couln`t move my body or anything else. “Don`t try to hard, it`s not gonna work. I have controll over your body now.” Said the demon in my head. I was trapped in my own body.

All I could do now was hopeing that someone could save me from that nightmare in my body.

Dean`s POV

We came into a dark room where just one light shines. I looked around for any signs for the demon. But all I saw was a dead woman on the floor and a Tennager that is tied up to the ceiling. Sam ran towards her. I checked if the woman was still alive, but it was to late. I ran to Sam. “Is she alive?” Was all I asked. “Yes, but very weak. Can you help me get her free?” He asked. “Sure, I hold her and you slove the bonds.” And thats what we did. Wen we got her down she opend her eyes. “Hey everything is okay, we are here to help.” But she just laughed. I looked confused to Sam.

But in exect moment she throw us against the wall. “Suprise. I am the demon:” Was what she said. “Get out of her.” Yelled Sam. “Ehm let me think. Nope.” She walked to a small table and picked up a small knive. After that she walked toward me and held the knive at my neck. “You know that was my plan, to get some victim that is this little innocent girl that is too naive for the world. My plan is to kill every hunter. But you know I decided to kill just one of you so somone of you has to tell storys about me. And the pain that the other died is torture enough.” She explains and laughed. “So who wants to die? You or your brother?” She asked me. “Go to hell.” Was my responds. “Been there wasn`t that funny you know. But you are the one who dies.” Was what she said. She raised the knive an wanted to stab me but Sam stared talking.

“Exircizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica. Ergo, draco maledicte, ecclesiam tuam securi tibi facias libertate servire. Te rogamus, audi nos.” Was all he said and the black smoke came out and got back to hell. We fall free from the grip that held us. “Thank you.” Was all I said befor we ran to the Girl that laied on the floor.

Reader`s POV

All I heard was the sound of a moving car. I shut my eyes open and sat up. Panic raised in my chest and all I wanted to do was jump out of the car. The driber saw that I was awake. “Hey you are awake.” He said. THe other man turned around and talked to me. “Everytihng is okay, we saved you. You are save here. We gonna bring you to the hostpital. My name is Sam and this is my brother Dean.” “No hospital.” Was all I said. “Why not?” Asked Dean. “Ehm I am uninsured.” I said and cried out in pain. “Ohh but you need help you have some bad injurys. We can`t help you at that point.” He said said sad. But Sam talked between. “I know how we can help you.” Was all he said and told us his plan.

At the Hospital

“Help me my daughter is injured.” yelled Sam and ran into the hospital. Two nurses came running with a wheel chair.

After a few hours I came out of the hospital with a gypsum around me leg and nose, some crutches, bruises around my eye and body and some stiched wounds. Sam and Dean waited for me at their car. “Hey, how are you?” asked Sam. “I am fine.” Was all I answered. “I know you had to learn about monsters and all that shit the hard way.” Excuses Dean. “Can you just bring me to the nearest train station?” Was all I asked for. “Sure.” answered Dean. So we drove there.

At the train station, Sam gave me all my stuff and I walked up the stair. The brothers right behinde me. “Where are you going know? Home?” Asked Sam. “I don`t have a home I live on the street.” “Why?”wasn all Dean asked. “I ran away years ago. I couldn`t live any longer with my parents. But that is a long story.” I told them. “How long exactly?” “For three years now. But you know I love it and I wouln`t change a thing about it.” At that moment the train drove into the station. “THank you for everything, I own you one.” I said and hugged them both. Dean pressed me some dollars in the hand. “I think you need it.” Was all he said. I smiled at him and got in the train. “I hope we see you sometime.” Yelled Sam. “I hope we don`t.“ Was all I said befor I couln`t see them anymore. I sat down at a window and was in my own thoughts, as the train drove off.

Dean`s POV

Me and Sam laughed when she said that. We watched as the train drove off. “Do you think she`ll be fine?” Asked Sam. “Yeah she is a strong,brave and indipended woman, she`s gonna be alright.” Was what I said befor we walked down the stairs and back to baby. We we`re back on the road on our way back home.