Supernatural- Hell House (1.17)
ʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ... ᴮᵃᴮʸ ,,, i’m SOFT
Pairing: N/A, Olive Winchester (OC)
Summary: John’s gone, and the siblings are itching for a hunt. They call on the Richmonds for an extra hand. Sam and Dean start their own war, and Olive is left in the middle once more. Things are not what they seem.
Warnings: cursing, blood, bloody mouth, mentions of suicide, murder, gross old man flirting, etc
Word Count: 10,100
“What are you doing?” I asked Dean through a yawn.
I had fallen asleep on his arm the minute we hit the road, but now he was reaching for something, and it had woken me up. Jinx shuffled around in the backseat.
“Shh. Go back to sleep.” He kept his eyes on the road as he dug around in the backseat.
I let my eyes fall shut as I leaned back into his side. The Daeva had left a nasty gash on my thigh, one that we wouldn’t be able to explain to a doctor. Dean stitched me up, which was fine because I trusted him with my life, but it hurt like a bitch the whole time. Sam had to take Jinx out for a walk because she wouldn’t stop crying.
“Do you reach my phone?” Dean whispered.
I huffed as I dug through his jacket pocket and flipped his phone open. He took it, aimed it at Sam, and snapped a picture. I groaned at the noise and looked up to see Sam asleep with a plastic spoon hanging out of his mouth. Dean tossed his phone in my lap before blaring the music and singing along. Jinx let out a bark.
“De!” I whined, covering my ears.
I had been feeling weak and cranky for the last week. Sam shot up at my voice, or the thump of the bass, and spit the spoon out of his mouth. It landed on my knee and I swatted at it, letting it fall to the floor. Dean grinned as Sam leaned forward and turned the music down.
“Sorry, bug. Didn’t mean to spit it out on your knee.” He cooed as he put his arm up, inviting me to curl up against him.
I only grunted as I leaned over and pulled my feet up onto the seat, making a deliberate effort to hit Dean’s knee with my toes.
“Haha, very funny.” Sam glared at him.
He chuckled, ignoring my prodding. “Sorry. Not a lot of scenery here in East Texas, kinda gotta make your own.”
“Man, we’re not kids anymore, Dean. We’re not gonna start this shit again.”
“What shit?” Dean asked.
“The prank stuff. It’s stupid, and it always escalates.”
“Aww, what’s the matter, Sammy? Scared you’re gonna get a little Nair in your shampoo again?” Dean teased.
“Alright.” Sam shrugged. “Just remember, you started it.”
Dean snorted. “Bring it on, baldy.”
“Please, no.” I fussed. “I always get caught in the middle of your stupid prank wars.”
“Swear we’ll leave Olive out of it.” Sam put a pinky up, and Dean side-eyed him.
“Do I look like I’m gonna pinky promise you anything?”
I shoved my pinky into his face, coming dangerously close to his eye.
“Fucking pinky promise to leave me out of it, you prick.”
Dean scoffed as he hooked his pinky around mine. “Fine, fine.”
“Where are we anyways?” Sam asked with a yawn.
“A few hours outside Richardson. We’ll stop in a bit to let Jinx use the bathroom. Gimme the lowdown again?” Dean glanced between us and the road.
“Uh, hold on.” Sam took his arm back and sat up straight, digging through his bag. “Alright, about a month ago this group of kids goes poking around in this local haunted house.”
“Haunted by what?”
“Apparently, a pretty misogynistic spirit. Legend says it takes girls and strings them up in the rafters.” Sam explained.
“Right, which is why we called on the Richmonds. Hunter will be our temporary Olive.” Dean spoke, then faked a gag. “God, I hate the sound of that.”
I rolled my eyes and leaned back into my seat. “Why can’t we just do this like any other job? Why’d we have to bring the Richmonds along?”
Dean eyed me. “Relax, short-stuff.”
“We’re not letting you walk into a death-trap, Ol.”
I snorted. “Oh, please, Sam. We’re hunters. You do realize we walk into death-traps for a living, right?”
Sam and Dean shared a look over my head. Dean said nothing, and Sam huffed.
“Anyways, this group of kids sees this dead girl hanging in the cellar.”
“Anybody ID the corpse?”
“Well, that’s the thing. By the time the cops got there the body was gone. So cops are saying the kids were just yanking chains.”
I yawned. “Maybe the cops are right. High school kids are fucking idiots.”
“Ollie, you are a high school kid.”
“No, I’m a hunter who happens to be high school kid aged. There’s a difference.”
“Either way, I read a couple of the kids first hand accounts. They seemed pretty sincere.”
“Where’d you read these accounts?” Dean asked, skeptical.
Sam cleared his throat and looked out the window, his tell of embarrassment. I giggled. He must’ve gone onto some pretty stupid websites.
“Well, I knew we were gonna be passing through Texas, so um… last night, I might’ve surged some local… paranormal websites.” He pushed out quickly before clearing his throat again. “And I found one.”
“Uh huh.” Dean looked over with a face that read ‘that’s ridiculous!!’.
I snorted. “And what’s it called?”
“Hellhounds lair dot com.”
“Oh, lemme guess, streaming live out of Mom’s basement.”
Sam cracked a grin. “Yeah, probably.”
“Yeah.” Dean sighed. “Most of those websites wouldn’t know a ghost if it bit them in the persqueeter.”
I giggled, and Sam groaned.
“Ah, grow up, Ol.”
“Oh, come on, Sams, it’s a funny word.”
Sam shook his head with a sigh. “Look. We let Dad take off, which was a mistake by the way, and know we don’t know where the hell he is. So, meantime, we’ve gotta find ourselves something to hunt. There’s no harm in checking this out.”
“Right, right, except that if Olive steps foot in the house she’ll probably die.”
I rolled my eyes again before turning to Sam. “Where do we find these kids?”
“Same place you always find kids in a town like this.”
***
“If she blocks me in, I swear to god.” Dean grumbled as Everett pulled in next to us.
She parked so close that Dean couldn’t open his door. He cursed under his breath, and Sam rolled his eyes as he opened the passenger door. I turned around and smiled at Jinx.
“We’ll be right back, girly.”
“Make sure you leave the windows down for her.” Sam reminded us.
“Alright, come on, De.” I tugged on his sleeve.
“Total bullshit.” He mumbled under his breath.
“I know, I know.” I climbed out through Sam’s side. “You coming?”
He let out a sigh as he climbed out, fixing his jacket.
“You really need to learn how to park, Winchester.”
“Bite me.” Dean spat.
“Alright, alright. Come on.” Sutton pulled her sister along.
Hunter stifled a yawn as he climbed out of their car, pulling a hoodie on.
“Nice dog.”
“Name’s Jinx.” I latched onto Sam’s hand and yawned, too.
“So how are we handling this?” Sutton asked.
“Reporters.” Dean called over his shoulder. “Come on.”
***
“It was the scariest thing I ever saw in my life, I swear to God.” The boy sitting outside tells Sam and Dean.
Dean tries hard not to roll his eyes. He focuses on Jinx instead, who had barked so loud they had to take her out of the car. The little dog is on her side, head on Dean’s shoe. He smiles as she looks up at him and wags her tail.
“From the moment we walked in, the walls were painted black.” The second boy speaks to Everett and Sutton through the serving window.
“Red.” The first boy says.
“I think it was blood!” The girl hisses at Hunter and Olive, who are sitting inside with her.
“All these freaky symbols.” The first boy shudders.
“Crosses and stars.” The boy at the serving window shakes his head.
“Pentecostals.” The boy outside says, and Sam and Dean share a look. Even Jinx tilts her head.
“Whatever, I had my eyes closed the whole time.” The girl smacks her gum.
“But I can damn sure tell you this much. No matter what anybody else says…”
“That poor girl.”
“With the black-”
“Blonde-”
“Red hair, just hanging there.”
“Kicking.”
“Without even moving!”
“She was real.” The girl reassures. Hunter and Olive sigh at each other.
“One hundred percent.” The boy nods at Dean vigorously.
“And kinda hot. Well, you know, in a dead sorta way.” The second boy smirks. Everett and Sutton look at each other, eyebrows shot up high.
“And… how’d you find out about this place anyway?” Sam, Sutton, and Olive ask.
“Craig.”
***
“Just stay separate.” Dean snapped at Everett.
“Relax, jackass.” I hissed as we stepped into the shop.
“Fellas.” The guy at the counter looked up. “Can I help you with anything?”
“Yeah, are you Craig Thursten?” Sam asked.
“I am.” He looked hesitant.
“We’re reporters with the Dallas Morning News. I’m Olive, this is Sam and Dean.” I smiled.
“No way.” He looked me up and down, and I cringed.
He was definitely Dean’s age, if not older. I could physically feel Dean struggling not to take a step forward and shove me behind him.
“Well, I’m a writer too. I write for my school’s lit magazine.”
“Well, good for you, Morrissey.” Dean hissed.
The bell rang, and I turned to see the Richmonds walking in.
“Oh, excuse me.” Craig sauntered to the edge of the counter, eyes honing in on Sutton.
Dean pulled me to stand between him and Sam.
“Can I help you with anything?”
“Oh, no, we’re just looking. Thanks.” Hunter forced a smile as Everett glared, moving to stand in front of Sutton.
I smiled. She and Dean were more alike than they realized.
“So, what can I do for you folks?” Craig came back to us, again staring at me.
“Um.” Sam cleared his throat as Dean stepped ever-so-slightly in front of me. “We’re doing an article on local hauntings and rumor has it you might know of one.”
“You mean the Hell House?”
Dean sighed. “That’s the one.”
“I didn’t think there was anything to the story.” Craig chuckled.
“Why don’t you tell us the story?” I tilted my head.
“Well, supposedly back in the thirties, this farmer, Mordechai Murdoch, used to live in this house with his six daughters. It was during the Depression, his crops were failing, he didn’t have enough money to feed his own children. So I guess that’s when he went off the deep end.”
Sam and I glanced at each other, and he turned back to Craig. “How so?”
“Well, he figured it was best if his girls died quickly, rather than starve to death. So he attacked them. They screamed, begged for him to stop, but he just strung them up, one after the other. And when he was all done he just turned around and hung himself. Now they say that his spirit is trapped in the house forever, stringing up any other girl that goes inside.” He eyed me again. “I’d steer clear if I were you, Ol.”
Dean’s nostrils flared and I shook my head. “Don’t call me that.”
“Where’d you hear all this?” Dean all but growled.
“My cousin Dana told me. I don’t know where she heard it from. Ya gotta realize, I… I didn’t believe it for a second.”
“But now you do.”
“I don’t know what the hell to think, man. I, I’ll tell you exactly what I told the police, okay? That girl was real. And she was dead. This was not a prank. I swear to God, I don’t wanna go anywhere near that house ever again, okay?”
Dean nodded, grabbing me by the shoulders and pulling me away from Craig. “Thanks.”
Hunter immediately went for me, taking me from Dean and throwing an arm around my shoulders. “What’d he tell you?”
I shivered. “Enough to know that it’s probably just a spirit. Simple salt and burn should work. Just have to find where he’s buried.”
Hunter looked over our shoulders at Craig and sighed. “He better not be caught up in this. And he better never look at you like that again.”
I snorted. “I can take care of myself, ya know.”
“I know.” He looked back at me. “And so does Dean. But just in case.”
***
“Can’t blame him.” Sam scoffed as we walked up the muddy road to the house.
“Yeah, so much for curb appeal.” Dean snorted as Jinx tugged at her leash.
“Got an-”
“Yeah.” Sutton cut Everett off and pulled out an EMF reader.
“Come on, let’s circle the house.” Dean reached out a hand for me.
I giggled and took it, swinging our hands back and forth like a little kid. He rolled his eyes, but couldn’t suppress the smile growing on his face. Jinx yapped, pulling us around the house.
“Don’t laugh at me, kid.”
I giggled again. “Sorry. You’re just… so protective.”
He snorted. “You’re not allowed to turn this into a chick-flick moment.”
I smiled. “I love you too, De.”
He rolled his eyes again, this time with a huge grin on his face. “I love you too, sweetie.”
“Hey, De?” I swung our hands again.
“Yeah, pumpkin?”
“Would you ever do that?”
“Do what?” He furrowed his eyebrows.
I looked up at him with puppy eyes. “Mercy kill me.”
He blinked, shocked. He stopped walking, and I had to stop with him. Jinx practically choked on her leash, confused as to why we weren’t still moving.
“Baby girl, I would never.”
A small smile grew onto my face. “Make me fight it out to the end?”
He grinned. “Yeah. Side by side, wouldn’t give you a choice.”
I squeezed his hand and started walking again. “Thanks, De. I wouldn’t mercy kill you either. Couldn’t stomach it.”
“Anything?” I asked Sam as he held the EMF out.
“Yeah. A little bit.” Sam squatted to scratch Jinx behind the ears.
“They won’t be any good.” Dean sighed.
“Why?” Sam and I looked up at him.
Dean nodded up at the powerlines. “I think that thing’s still got a little juice in it. It’s screwing all the readings.”
“Yeah, that’d do it.” I sighed.
“Yeah. Come on.” Dean tugged me back to the front of the house.
“So what’s the deal here?” Everett asked, arms crossed over her chest.
Sam sighed, and Sutton shrugged at him. Did middle children have a way of communicating with each other or something?
“You guys stay out here, make sure Olive sticks with you. Keep Jinx with you, too. We take Hunter in there and make sure we know what we’re dealing with.” Dean instructed as he walked me over to them, placing me between Everett and Sutton.
I sighed. “I still think this is stupid.” I took Jinx’s leash from Dean’s hand.
Dean smiled at me. “I still don’t care.”
“Alright, you ready?” Sam asked Hunter, hand on his shoulder.
I smiled. Sam was a big teddy bear.
“Yeah, I think so.” Hunter nodded as Dean gave him a rough pat on the back.
“Guys.” I called as they began to trudge up the steps.
All three boys turned back, Dean in attack stance and Sam with big puppy eyes. I ran up the steps and threw my arms around each brother’s waist. Jinx jumped around, pawing at the boys’ legs.
“I love you guys.” I whispered into Dean’s jacket.
They both sighed and hugged back.
“We love you too.”
“Be careful.”
“Always.” Sam kissed the top of my head before I backed away, stepping back down the steps.
“Hey, Winchester.” Everett growled.
Dean rolled his eyes. “What?”
“If my kid brother comes out of there with a single scratch-”
“Yeah, same goes for you. I want my baby back in mint condition.” Dean snarled at her.
Everett snorted. “Can’t give her back in mint condition if she’s already a disaster.” She mumbled.
I rolled my eyes. “Just go.”
The boys headed inside the house, flashlights up. I sat down on the curb with a sigh. Jinx snuggled onto my lap as Sutton sat down next to me.
“You alright?”
I shrugged a shoulder. “Don’t like the idea of my boys going in there without me.”
She nodded. “I know. I wasn’t too sold on Hunter going alone, but I know he’s in good hands with Sam and Dean.”
I snorted. “Look, I love Hunter, but I don’t trust him to keep my brothers safe.”
She nodded again. “I get that, too.
I closed my eyes with a huff. Jinx let out a small bark. A floorboard creaked, and I shot to my feet, confused.
“Olive? What is it?”
Another floorboard, and then a giggle. It wasn’t Sam’s, it wasn’t Hunter’s, and it most definitely was not Dean’s. Something that sounded like an EMF meter went off, and I turned to the house. Jinx started to go crazy, barking like there was no tomorrow. A bark turned into a growl.
“Shit.”
“Olive?” Everett waved her hand in front of my face.
“There’s someone else in there.” I tore past the siblings and up the steps.
“Dean?” I hissed, blinking to adjust to the dark.
They didn’t answer, but the same floorboards creaked. I cursed under my breath and went down the hallway. I heard Jinx howl from outside.
“Olive.” Dean hissed, and it came out like a strangled bark.
“What the-”
“Shh.” I cut them off, holding a hand up.
Something in the next room thumped, and the boys looked at each other wide eyes. Hunter went for my wrist, and I pulled away from him, standing in front of the door with my shoulders squared. Sam and Dean looked at each other, and Dean sighed. He looked at me. I nodded, and so did Hunter. Dean busted through the door, and a bright light hit our eyes.
Danger.
Blood began to drip from my mouth, a drop landing on my shoe. I bared my teeth.
“Oh, cut! It’s just a couple of humans.”
My eyes rolled into the back of my head and I threw my head back with a growling scoff. Dean snorted, looking at me over his shoulder. Two guys were standing in front of us, one holding a camera, and the other holding… an EMF meter?
“What are you guys going here?” The one with the EMF meter asked.
“What the hell are you doing here?” Dean hissed.
“Uh, we belong here. We’re professionals.” EMF meter laughed.
“Professional what?” I asked through gritted teeth, swallowing blood.
“Paranormal investigators.” EMF shoved business cards into Sam and Hunter’s hands.
He tried to give one to Dean, but my older brother only stared with arched eyebrows. He turned to me, and I shook my head, trying to ignore the blood that had made its way down my chin.
“You’ve gotta be kidding me.” Dean groaned.
“Ed Zeddmore and Harry Spengler?” Sam read off the card.
“Hellhounds Lair dot come.” Hunter sighed. “You guys run that website.”
“Yeah.” EMF grinned.
“Oh, yeah, yeah.” Dean nodded. “We’re big fans.”
I closed my eyes, trying to hold back an annoyed laugh.
“And uh, we know who you guys are too.”
My blood ran cold and St. Louis ran through my head.
Dean.
My mouth began to bleed again, and my eyes began to water.
“Yeah?”
“Amateurs.” EMF scoffed, and I suddenly felt lightheaded.
Dean watched me go pale and came to my side, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. I leaned into him with a sigh, and a second stream of blood went down my skin. Dean sighed and wiped at it with the sleeve of his flannel.
“You alright?”
I nodded. He gave my arm a squeeze and gestured to Hunter.
“Keep her standing.” He whispered as he handed me off and turned back to EMF and camera boy.
“Gonna be okay?” Hunter asked in a hushed tone.
I nodded again. “I think so. Just a lot of back and forth.”
“St. Louis?” He asked.
I took a breath, closing my eyes. “Yeah.”
“So if you guys don’t mind, we’re trying to conduct a serious scientific investigation here.”
“Yeah, and whatcha got?”
“Harry, why don’t ya tell them about EMF?” Idiot One grinned.
I leaned my head back into Hunter’s shoulder and groaned.
“Well…”
“EMF?”
I smiled, knowing Sam was playing dumb and knowing he was biting back a grin.
“Electromagnetic field? Spectral entities can cause energy fluctuations that can be read with an EMF detector. Like this bad boy right here.” Ed flicked the EMF meter on.
Dean turned to me with a shit-eating grin, and I turned my face into Hunter’s neck, struggling not to snort.
“Whoa, whoa! It’s 2.8 mg!”
“2.8. It’s hot in here.”
Dean let out a low whistle, and Sam mumbled something.
“Huh.” Dean huffed. “So you guys ever really seen a ghost before, or…”
“Once. We were, uh, we were investigating this old house and we saw a vase fall right off the table.”
“By itself.”
“Well, w-w-w-we didn’t actually see it, we heard it. And something like that, it uh… it changes you.”
“Yeah.” Dean nodded, a serious look on his freckled face. “We should go, let them get back to work.” He looked over his shoulder at me.
I nodded, feeling sick.
“Yeah. You should.” Ed snipped.
“Sam. Hunter, Olive.” Dean ushered us out the door.
“Yeah, work!” Ed called after us as we made our way down the hallway.
“Why did you run in?”
“Why didn’t you bring a shotgun?”
“Are you gonna stop bleeding any time soon?”
I giggled at Hunter, but Dean cut me short, grabbing me by the waist and throwing me over his shoulder.
“De!” I squealed, hitting his back.
He dropped me in front of the steps of the house and glared at me.
“Why the hell did you come inside?”
I sighed, shoulders dropping. “I heard something.”
Sutton and Everett ran up, Jinx on their heels. She yapped, jumping at the boys.
“I’m so sorry! We tried to stop her!”
“I told you-”
“Stop.” I cut Dean off as he went for Everett’s throat. “Stop, I ran out.”
“Why?” Dean barked at me.
I shrunk back with a flinch, and Sam pulled him back. Hunter grabbed his sisters and dragged them away. Jinx sat at our feet with a whine.
“I could hear them moving inside the house.” I whispered.
“What?” Sam tilted my head.
“I could hear them. The floorboards, EMF’s giggle. The EMF meter itself. I could hear them from the curb, De.”
He sighed. “Okay.”
Sam sighed too. “Don’t ever do that again.”
“I know. I’m sorry. I was just worried. I wasn’t sure what it was.” I pouted, my head feeling tingly.
They sighed, and Dean brought me into a hug. “I know. It’s okay. Just try to take care of yourself too, baby.”
I nodded, letting my head drop against his chest. “Okay.”
“Go to sleep, Sammy’s got ya.” He gave me a squeeze.
I nodded again. Sam picked me up by the waist and set me on his hip. I yawned and wrapped my arms around his neck.
“Love you.”
Sam chuckled. “Love you too, bug.”
***
“Hey.” Sam sauntered down the steps.
“Hey!” I called Dean as he met us halfway.
“Whatcha got?” He asked.
“Well, we couldn’t find a Mordechai but we did find a Martin Murdoch who lived in that house in the thirties.” Dean let go of Jinx’s leash, and she came running.
“He did have kids, but it was two boys. And there’s no evidence he ever killed anyone.” Sutton finished as Sam picked Jinx up.
“Huh.” Dean huffed.
“What about you?” Hunter asked.
Everett turned back to the cars, and we followed her.
“Well, the kids didn’t really give us a clear description of that dead girl but I did hit up the police station.” Dean sighed.
“No matching missing persons. It’s like she never existed.” Everett shook her head.
“Look guys. We did our digging. This whole thing’s a bust. For all we know, those website freaks made this whole thing up.”
“Yeah, he’s got a point.” Sutton put her hands on her hips.
“Alright. We can split then, I guess.” I shrugged.
Everett grinned. “I’m fine with that. Let’s go!”
“I say we find ourselves a bar and some beers and leave the legend to the locals.” Dean winked.
Sam wrapped an arm around my shoulder and pulled me away from Dean as he made his way to the car. He held Jinx to his chest with the other arm, tucking her under his jacket.
“Wh-”
“Shh.” Sam whispered.
I waved to Hunter and Sutton as Everett started their car. Dean got into the car, and Sam pulled me toward the window with a smile. Dean turned the key, and latino music began to blast. Dean hit the radio, but the wipers began to go off instead. He tore the key out with a jump. Jinx barked, scared.
“What the fuck?”
Sam giggled as he held the door open. I stared with wide eyes as I climbed into the car. Sam licked his finger and marked a ‘one’ in the air before pointing to himself. He got into the car and I inched closer to Dean, still a bit startled. Jinx circled between me and Sam before laying down, and I stared at him. I thought for sure that Sam knew better than to mess with Dean’s car.
“That’s all you’ve got?” Dean gave him a dirty look. “Weak. That is bush league.”
I curled my arms around one of Dean’s.
“Can we go home now?”
He smiled down at me. “Of course we can, sweetpea.”
***
“Hello?” I asked as I flicked my phone open.
Sam and Dean had left me sleeping in the motel room while they went to a diner to pick up dinner. Jinx was asleep at the feet of Sam’s bed. She loved him the most.
“Olive, have the Richmonds left town yet?”
“No. I just got off the phone with Hunter. Everett is asleep and Sutton went out to get them dinner. I thought maybe you guys would run into her.”
“Well, we haven’t. Look, call him back. We missed something. We’ll call Sutton, tell her to meet us back at the Hell House.”
“Okay… De, what happened?”
He sighed. “A girl’s dead.”
“For real?”
“Yeah. We saw her. It was real.”
I sighed again. “Does this mean I’ll have to hold onto your belt loop the whole time?”
He snorted. “You bet your ass it does.”
I scoffed. “Okay. Love you guys. Be careful.”
“Always. You too. Love you.”
“Bye.”
“Bye.” Dean made an obnoxious kissing noise before hanging up.
I sighed as I dialed Hunter’s number again. I put the phone between my ear and shoulder as I got off the bed.
“Hey.”
“Hey, Hunt.” I sighed and dug through our communal bag.
I had already changed into my pj’s and shoved my clothing into the duffel.
“What’s up?”
“Look, Sam and Dean said we must’ve missed something. Dean wants you guys to meet us at the Hell House.”
Hunter sighed. “What happened?”
“A girl’s dead, and he sounded agitated.” I put him on speaker and tossed the phone aside.
“Alright. Everett is still out, she’s probably hungover. But I’ll wake her up and make sure she gets ready.”
“Make sure she doesn’t cut your head off.” I tugged off Dad’s old sweater and yanked on a black shirt.
“Haha, very funny. Are those website guys still suspects?”
I pulled on leggings and snorted. “I kinda hope so. I’d love nothing more than to cut EMF freak in two.”
“I still can’t believe you barged right in there without a gun. I’m surprised Dean didn’t shoot you on the spot.”
“Oh, shove it.” I laced my boots up. “Dean loves me. Would never shoot me.”
He snorted this time. “Yeah. Right, sure. Alright, I’ll let you go. I’ve gotta wake Everett up.”
I giggled. “Good luck. See ya.”
“Bye, Ol.”
***
I shushed Hunter as we crouched in the bushes.
“I guess the cops don’t want anyone else screwing around in there.” Sam whispered.
There was a cop car parked on the curb, and they were standing around the porch.
“Yeah, but we still gotta get in there.” Dean sighed.
Somebody else whispered, and I turned to glare at Everett. She wasn’t talking. I looked around, slowly edging out of our hiding spot. Jinx would’ve barked, so we left her at the motel. Lucky for us, she was still sleeping when Sam and Dean picked me up.
“I don’t fucking believe it.” Hunter growled.
“What?” I looked at him, and he helped me move forward without being seen.
The two idiots from earlier. Hunched over, wearing stupid gadgets, whispering and shushing each other. I inhaled to let out a snort, and a hand clapped over my mouth. I looked down to see that it was Dean’s hand, and I licked him. He flinched, pulling me back to sit.
“Ohh, De.” I turned to him with a huge smile. “I got an idea.”
He smiled. “Go ahead.”
I shuffled to rest on my knees. I cleared my throat before cupping my hands to my mouth.
“Who ya gonna call!”
Idiot One and Idiot Two stumbled, confused. The cops spotted them, and began shouting orders. The idiots ran back the way they came, and the cops followed.
Everett chuckled. “Nice move, Winchester.”
I grinned as Sam pulled me onto my feet. We followed Dean up the sidewalk and into the house. We were laughing, and I let out a snort.
“Alright, alright.” Sam tried to quiet us down.
“Everyone settle.” Sutton smiled.
“Okay.” Sam swung the duffel bag off his shoulder and onto the floor. “Olive.” He handed out rifles as he did a head count.
Dean was next to get a rifle, then Sutton. Hunter, and Everett last.
“Where have I seen this before?” Dean shone his flashlight at the walls. “It’s killing me.”
“Alright, come on. We don’t have much time.” Sam called.
He led the way down to the basement. Him first, then Dean, and me, of course, stuck behind Dean. Hunter, then Sutton, and then Everett.
“Oh, look at that. That’s funky.” Hunter pointed at a shelf full of jars.
“Oh, nice.” I strayed from the group and went straight for them.
Dean followed, picking up a red one. He sloshed it around and turned with a grin.
“Hey, Sam. I dare you to take a swig of this.”
“What the hell would I do that for?” Sam furrowed his eyebrows.
I grinned up at Dean, and he mirrored it.
“I double dare you.”
Sam shook his head with a snort. I looked through the jars, seeing one that looked like it had an eyeball in it. I pushed it away with a groan of disgust. Hunter laughed from beside me, and something thumped in the cabinet in the corner. Hunter stood in front of me and clutched his rifle. Sutton positioned herself behind Sam, and Everett behind Dean. Dean and Sutton’s rifles went up as Everett’s flashlight turned on. Hunter squared his shoulders and glanced at me. I stood on my toes, resting my head against his shoulder. Dean nodded, and Sam yanked the door open.
A few rats squeaked and ran away from the light. Dean groaned and lifted his feet.
“I hate rats.”
“What, you’d rather it was a ghost?” I giggled.
“Yes, actually.” Dean squinted at me.
I dug my fingers into Hunter’s arm as a figure appeared behind Sam.
“Ev!”
“Sams!”
The four older hunters turned around. I shoved Hunter out of the way and cocked my rifle. Mordechai rose an axe above his head, aiming at Sam.
“Duck.” I ordered before taking my shot.
Nothing happened, and I shot him again. Someone else shot at him, and he finally misted away.
“What the fucking hell?” I hissed, running to Dean.
He wrapped an arm around my shoulders and looked around.
“What kind of spirit is immune to rock salt?” Sam asked as we moved.
Dean and I ducked behind the shelves of jars, confused. I looked around, trying to figure out what was going on.
“I dunno, but we should get outta here right now.” Everett grabbed Hunter by the wrist and yanked him toward the door.
Mordechai came back, and his axe came down on the shelves. The jars shattered at our feet, and one hit my head.
I crawled out from under the metal as the Richmonds pulled the shelf up.
“Fuck.” I hissed, hand going to the back of my head.
“Go!” Sam shouted as he took on Mordechai. “Get out of here!”
“Hey, cunt!” I screamed, waving my arms and aiming my rifle.
Mordechai turned to me, and I felt my chest clench. He swung at me, and I ducked and rolled. Sam plucked me off the ground as the axe slammed an electrical box. Sparks flew everywhere, and Sam tossed me over his shoulder.
Everett led the way up the stairs, and Sam and I brought up the rear. I yelped as we ran through the hall and out onto the porch. Sutton fell first, and it was a domino effect. I ended up on top of Sam, legs caught under Hunter.
“Ow!” I howled.
My arm cracked as I shifted, and I felt my bones throb.
“Go, go, go!” Sam shouted, trying to untangle himself from the mess.
Hunter rolled off of us and helped me to my feet. I yanked at Sam, then at Dean. Dean grabbed my arm, and I yanked away with a yelp. Idiot One and Idiot Two were standing there, camera on us.
“Get that fucking thing outta my face.” Dean smacked them away.
“Go, go, go!” Sam shouted.
“Sweet Lord!”
“Of the rings! Run! Go!”
“Come on.” Hunter grabbed my hand and yanked me along with him.
***
“Hey, baby girl.” Dean shot up from the bed as I opened the door.
“Hi, Deano.” I smiled.
“How you feeling?” Sam looked up from his laptop.
I shrugged a shoulder. “Fine. Hurting, but fine.”
Sutton sat down next to Sam as Everett shut the door. “She’s gotta take these for the pain, and the cast has to be changed in a month, maybe two. You’re gonna have to be on top of her doctor’s appointments, because Dean’ll forget.”
“Hey!” Dean scoffed. “I would never forget about my baby’s health.” He turned to me. “C’mere.”
I sat down next to him with a huff. Jinx padded over to my side and gave me sad eyes.
“My arm is itchy.”
He laughed. “Sorry, Babes.”
“Can you sign it?” I looked up at him with puppy eyes.
He smiled and nodded. I pulled out a sharpie and handed it to him. He threaded his fingers through mine and signed his name onto the plaster.
Dean Michael Winchester, written in ugly, scratchy handwriting. Below that, Olive, my baby. I love you so much. Sorry your arm broke 🖤🖤
“So, what’ve we got?” Hunter asked, sitting on the couch.
“Not much.” Sam scratched the back of his neck. “Haven’t really started.”
Everett scoffed, and Sutton shot her a look.
“We were worried about Olive!” Sam defended himself.
“What the hell is this symbol?” Dean groaned, picking up a pad of paper from his side. “It’s buggin’ the hell out of me. This whole damn job’s buggin’ me. I thought the legend said Mordechai only goes after chicks.”
“It does.” Sam snorted.
I pulled out my laptop and started it up. I stood and stretched, groaning at the dull pain in my arm.
“Alright. Well, I mean that explains why he went after Olive, and you. But why me?” Dean leaned back.
“Hilarious.” Sam rolled his eyes. “The legend also says he hung himself but did you see those wrists?”
“Yeah.”
“What about them?” I asked as I got onto the Idiot2 website.
“They were slit.” Sam threw his head back with a groan.
“That doesn’t make sense.” I scrunched my nose up and settled next to Hunter.
“The axe doesn’t either, actually.” He noted, throwing an arm over my shoulders.
“I mean, ghosts are usually pretty strict, right? Following the same patterns over and over again.” Sam sighed.
I made a grabby hand at him, and he moved to sit on my other side.
“But this mook keeps changing.” Dean scoffed.
I got onto the and refreshed the page on Mordechai Murdoch. “Okay, the story definitely said… wait a minute.” I blinked. “What the fuck?” I asked, turning my laptop to Sam.
“What?”
“Read.” I pointed.
Dean looked up at me with an eyebrow raised.
“Someone added a new post to their site. Read it out loud, Sams.
“They say Mordechai Murdoch was really a Satanist who chopped up his victims with an axe before slitting his own wrists. Now he’s imprisoned in the house for eternity.” Sam squinted.
“What the hell?” Everett tilted her head.
“I don’t know. But I think I might’ve just figured out where it all started.” Dean tossed aside the pad of paper.
***
“Hey, Craig. Remember us?” Dean asked as we sauntered into the shop.
He looked up with a sigh. He looked depressed. The Richmonds followed us in.
“Guys, look. I’m not really in the mood to answer any of your questions, okay?”
“Oh, don’t worry.” Dean waved him off. “We’re just here to buy an album, that’s all.”
He flicked through a stack and picked one out. I eyed it and looked up at him with a smile.
He was a genius.
He slung an arm around my shoulders and walked us toward the counter. “You know, I couldn’t quite figure out what the symbol was, and then I realized that it didn’t mean anything. It’s the Blue Öyster Cult logo.” He turned to Craig. “Tell me, Craig. You uh, you into BOC? Or just scaring the hell outta people?”
“Why don’t you tell us about the house again?” I narrowed my eyes.
“Without lying through your ass this time.” Dean pulled a bitchface.
Craig sighed. “Alright, uh… my cousin Dana was on break from TCU. We were just bored, looking for something to do…” He sighed. “So I showed her this abandoned dump I found. We thought it would be cool to make it look like it was haunted.”
Hunter snorted from behind me.
“So we painted symbols on the walls, some from albums, from Dana’s theology textbooks. Then we found out this guy Murdoch used to live there, so we… we made up some story to go along with that. So we told people, who told other people. And then these two guys put it on their stupid website. Everything just took on a life of its own.”
Sutton squinted, and Everett mumbled something to her.
“I mean, I thought it was fun at first, but… now that girl is dead, and… it was just a joke! Ya know, I mean… none of it was real. We made this whole thing up. I swear!”
“Alright.” Sam spoke softly.
“Okay.” Everett pulled Sutton and Hunter along.
I sighed and looked up at Sam. “If none of it was real, how the hell do you explain Mordechai?”
Sam looked at me and shook his head. “I dunno.”
***
“Wake up, pumpkin.” Dean’s voice broke me out of my sleep as he rested a hand on my hip.
I groaned as I rolled over onto my back. “What?”
“Hey, I’m back.” He called out to Sam, who was in the shower.
“Hey, where were you?” Sam asked as the water turned off.
“Picking up orange juice for Ollie.” Dean winked at me as he sat down next to me.
I yawned as I sat up. I smiled at him and threw my arm around his neck. He laughed and hugged me back, pressing a kiss to my head.
“Thanks, De. I fucking love orange juice.”
He chuckled. “I know.”
“So Ollie might have a theory about what’s going on.” Sam called out.
“Yeah?”
“She still asleep?”
“Just woke her up.” Dean brushed my hair back.
“Yeah, what is Mordechai is a Tulpa?” I asked.
“Tulpa?” Dean repeated.
The door opened and Sam came out, hair dripping wet and a towel around his waist. I closed my eyes with a scowl on my face. Dean turned too, a bit grossed out. Jinx tilted her head at us, and I giggled. She was like a little human, only confused all the time.
“Put on some clothes.”
Sam picked up a pillow and threw it at me. It hit my juice and I pouted as it spilled over.
“Dean!” I whined, throwing my head back against the wall.
He took the cup and grabbed a few tissues, wiping the juice off my hand. “Sorry, Babes. Sam, don’t be a dick.”
“Just… Tulpa.” I hissed at Sam.
“Yeah, a Tibetan thought form.”
“Ah, yeah, I know what a Tulpa is. Hey Sam, why don’t you get dressed. I wanna grab something to eat. I gotta take a leak.”
I laid back down and pulled the blanket over my head. “Wake me up when we’re ready to go.”
***
“There you go.” The server put six coffees on the counter.
“Thank you.” Dean and I smiled as we took the cups and walked back to Sam and the Richmonds.
Sam was grimacing and trying to fix his pants. I cringed, and Dean eyed him.
“Dude, what’s your problem?”
“Nothing, I’m fine.” Sam brushed him off.
“You sure?” I asked as I sat down next to him.
“Yeah.”
“Alright, keep going.” Dean took a seat. “So, these Tulpas?”
Sutton looked up and sighed. She took her coffee and yawned. Hunter leaned forward on his elbows and yawned. Everett put her head in her hands.
“Okay, so there was this incident in Tibet in 1915. Group of monks visualized a golem in their head. They meditated on it so hard they brought the thing to life. Outta thin air.” Sam glanced at his computer.
“So?” Everett raised an eyebrow.
“That was twenty monks. Imagine what ten thousand web surfers could do.” Sutton scowled at her sister.
“She’s right. Craig starts the story about Mordechai, then it spreads, goes online. Now there are countless people all believing in the bastard.”
“Okay, wait a second. Are you trying to tell me that just because people believe in Mordechai, he’s real?” Dean’s nose scrunched up.
“I dunno, maybe.” Sam shuffled again.
“People believe in Santa Claus… how come we aren’t getting hooked up every Christmas?”
“Because, Dean, you’re a horrible person. And because of this.” Sutton turned Sam’s laptop toward us.
One of the symbols from the Hell House was on his screen.
“Lemme guess, that’s the Tibetan spirit sigil?” Hunter asked.
“On the wall of the house?” I added.
“Craig said they were painting symbols from a theology textbook. I bet they painted this, not even knowing what it was. Now that sigil has been used for centuries, concentrating meditative thoughts like a magnifying glass.”
“So people are on the Hellhounds website, staring at the symbol, thinking about Mordechai… might be enough to bring a Tulpa to life.” I shrugged.
“Would explain why he keeps changing.” Dean sighed.
Sam shuffled again. “Right, as the legend changes, people think different things. So Mordechai changes.”
“Like a game of telephone.”
“That would also explain why the rock salt didn’t work.” I sighed.
“Because he’s not a traditional spirit.” Dean frowned.
“Yeah.” Sam fidgeted again.
“Okay. So why can’t we just, uh…” Everett pinched the bridge of her nose. “Get this spirit sigil thing off the wall and off the website?”
“Well, it’s not that simple.” Sutton shook her head. “You see, once Tulpas are created they take on a life of their own.”
“Great. So if he really is a thought form…” Dean scowled. “How the hell are we supposed to kill an idea?”
Sam began to move again.. “Well it’s not gonna be easy with these guys helping us. Check out their homepage.” He nodded toward Sutton.
Sutton hit something on his laptop and a video started to play. I groaned. It was the footage from last night. The Richmonds crashed down the stairs, followed by a crumbling Dean, and Sam. Me, crashing to the ground, Hunter over my feet, me shouting as my arm snapped.
“Since they’ve posted the video, their number of hits have quadrupled in the last day alone.”
I tensed. “De, if anyone recognizes you…” I sighed. “We’re screwed.”
“Hmph.” Dean’s lip curled up. “I got an idea. Come on.”
“Where are we going?” Sutton asked as Dean stood.
“We gotta find a CopyJack.”
I got off my stool with a yawn. Hunter followed, and Sam wiggled as he got to his feet. He grumbled something to Dean, and Dean only laughed. Sutton and Everett looked over their shoulders, confused.
“You did this?” Sam asked.
Dean only laughed harder.
“You’re a fucking jerk.” Sam hissed at him.
“Oh, yeah.” Dean grinned.
I rolled my eyes. Sam and Dean went for me at the same time, and I ducked away, pacing myself with Hunter. Sam blinked sadly, and Dean stuck his tongue out at me. I stuck mine out back.
“Brat.”
“Prick.”
***
Dean pounded his fist on the door of the trailer.
“Who is it?” Idiot Two asked.
“Come on out, guys. We can hear you in there.”
Jinx let out a little growl, and I bit back a smile.
“It’s them!”
The door opened and they stuck their heads out.
“Ah, would you look at that. Action figures in their original packaging. What a shock.” Dean snorted.
“Guys, we need to talk.” Sam sighed.
“Yeah, um… sorry guys. We’re ahh, a little busy right now.” Idiot One shuffled.
I slammed my hand against the door as he tried to shut it. “Okay, well we’ll make it quick. You need to shut down the website.”
“Man, you know, these guys got us busted last night, spent the night in a holding cell…” He laughed.
“I had to pee in that cell urinal. In front of people! And I get stage fright.”
“Why should we trust you guys?”
“Look, guys. We all know what we saw last night, what’s in the house.” Everett crossed her arms over her chest.
“But now thanks to your website there are thousands of people hearing about Mordechai.” Sutton rested all her weight on one hip.
“That’s right, which means people are gonna keep showing up at the Hell House, running into him in person.” Hunter dead-panned.
“Somebody could get hurt.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
“Ed, maybe he’s got a point. Maybe…”
“Nope.” Idiot One shook his head. “We have an obligation to our fans, to the truth.”
“Well I have an obligation to kick both your little asses right now-”
“Ev, Ev, hey, hey, hey, just forget it, alright.” Sutton pulled her back. “These guys…” She sighed dramatically. “Probably bitch slap them both, we could even tell them that thing about Mordechai, but they’re still not gonna help us.”
“Sutton’s right. Let’s just go.” I sighed, readjusting my grip on Jinx’s leash.
“Yeah, he’s right.” Dean sighed as we began to walk away.
“What’d you say about…”
“Hang on a second here.”
“What thing about Mordechai?”
“Don’t tell em, Sutton.” Hunter begged.
“But if they agree to shut down the website, guys…” Sutton trailed off.
“They’re not gonna do it, you said so yourself.” Dean sighed.
“No, wait. Wait. Don’t listen to him, okay? We’ll do it. We’ll do it.” Idiot One stepped out of the trailer.
“Look, it’s a really big deal, alright? And it wasn't easy to dig up. So only if we have your word that you’ll shut it all down.” Sutton leaned in.
“Totally.”
“Alright.” Sutton nodded at Dean.
He pulled a few papers from his jacket.
“It’s a death certificate. From the thirties. We got it at the library. Now, according to the coroner, the actual cause of death was a self-inflicted gunshot wound.”
“That’s right. He didn’t hang or cut himself.” Dean added.
“He shot himself?”
“Yep.” Sam nodded. “With a .45 pistol. To this day they say he’s terrified of them.”
“Matter of fact, they say if you shoot him with a .45, loaded with these special wrought-iron rounds-”
“It’ll kill the son of a bitch.” Dean cut me off.
Idiot One snatched the paper, and Idiot Two smiled.
“Alright, we should head out.” Hunter grabbed me by the wrist and tugged me away.
Sam and Dean followed. Everett spat on the step of the trailer, and Sutton smacked the back of her head before walking away.
***
Hunter: be safe. sorry we had to abandon you guys
I smiled as I typed back a response.
Olive: we always do great without you guys anyways. just don’t get yourself killed
Hunter: will do
The Richmonds had left town. A case that seemed like werewolves had popped up in Oklahoma, and we were the closest hunters around. Dean was determined to take Mordechai down, so Everett decided they’d peel out. I yawned as I leaned against Dean. He wrapped an arm around me as he reached up. I watched as he pulled the cord on a mechanical fisherman holding a large fish. The fisherman’s mouth moved and an obnoxious laugh played. Sam yanked on the cord, and the laugh stopped.
“If you pull that string one more time I’m gonna kill you.” Sam promised.
We had been sitting in the cafe for the last two hours, and Dean had pulled the cord so many times that I would have nightmares about the laugh. Dean blinked, deadpan. He maintained eye contact with Sam as he pulled the cord again. Sam’s hand immediately went back up and he stopped it. He glared at Dean. I yawned again, this time snuggling further into Dean’s side. I wanted to go back to the motel, take Jinx for her nightly walk, and go to bed.
Dean snickered. “Come on, man. You need some more laughter in your life. You know, you’re way too tense.”
Sam only gave Dean another dirty look. Dean sighed, and I huffed.
“They post it yet?”
Sam spun his laptop around to us and began to stab at his salad, angry.
“We’ve learned from reputable sources that Mordechai Murdoch has a fatal fear of firearms.” Dean read off the scream.
“Alright, so how long do we wait?” I asked.
“Long enough for the story to spread and the legend to change.” Sam spoke with a hand over his mouth. “I figure by nightfall iron rounds will work on the sucker.” Sam swallowed and reached for his beer.
I grinned and grabbed my glass of juice. Dean lifted his own and the three of us tapped our drinks together.
“Sweet.” Dean grinned before taking a long chug.
A smirk grew on Sam’s face and I shrunk into Dean’s side. He was up to something. Dean put his bottle down, but it stuck to his palm. My eyes widened as Sam broke into a cackle and Dean stared at his bottle, confused.
He looked up at Sam. “You didn’t.”
Sam laughed harder and held up a bottle of super glue. “Oh, I did!”
Dean’s eyes narrowed. “Bitch.”
“Jerk.” Sam wheezed.
“Oh my god, you’re both fucking pricks!” I hissed, pulling away from Dean. “Why do you always have to go so far?”
“Why are you mad at me?”
“Because now I’ll have to rip that bottle off of his hand!” I groaned.
“Ollie, it’s okay.” Dean held his other hand out.
I scowled, smacking it away. “Get up. There’s some acetone in the car.”
Dean sighed. “Okay.”
***
“Okay, come on.” Dean shut the trunk and led us up the porch steps.
He cleared his throat, and I put my back to his. I was left without a flashlight. A gun with one hand was risky, but I was a good shot, and Dean wanted me to be able to protect myself. We started with the hallway. Dean readjusted his gun with a hiss.
“I barely have any skin left on my palm.” He groaned.
“I’m not touching that line with a ten foot pole.” Sam snipped back.
Dean stopped us in our tracks and shone his light in Sam’s face. Sam winced and turned away. Dean, satisfied, moved into another room.
“So. You think old Mordechai’s home?” He whispered.
“I dunno.”
“Me either.”
The three of us jumped, guns pointing at the noise. I scowled. Idiot One and Idiot Two.
“You fuckers.” I growled.
“What are you trying to do, get yourself killed?” Sam hissed.
“We’re just trying to get a book and movie deal, okay?” Idiot One whined.
A sound like knives being sharpened came from the basement, and I cringed as I readjusted my grip on my gun.
“Oh, crap.”
Sam and Dean shot them identical looks as they crowded us, camera on.
“Ah… you guys, you wanna… you wanna open that door for us?” Idiot One asked.
“Why don’t you?” Dean spat over his shoulder.
Mordechai burst through the door with the same axe from before. He let out an other-wordly shout, and I shot first. Sam and Dean shot over my shoulders, shooting until they were out of rounds. Mordechai stared at us, and then disappeared again. My chest clenched as we waited. He was gone. Dean stood in front of me and nodded for us to follow him into the next room
There was a thud in the next room, and my phone began to buzz in my pocket. I flicked it open, seeing that it was Hunter.
“What?” I hissed as Sam put his back to mine and Dean ran back to the idiots.
“Their server crashed.”
“What?” I repeated.
“Their server crashed! Nobody got the story. Guns won’t do shit! You guys gotta get outta there!”
I blinked, then grabbed Sam.
“Dean!” I shouted. “Guns won’t work!”
“Great.” He growled as we ran back into the room.
“Any ideas?” I asked Sam.
“We are getting outta here.” One of the idiots grabbed the other as they broke into a run.
They pushed past Dean into the other room. We paused as they screamed. They ran back to the front, trying to get the door open.
“Jesus Mary and Joseph!”
Mordechai came after them, and Idiot One began to scream.
“Hey!” Sam called. “Come and get it, you ugly son of a bitch!”
Mordechai attacked Sam, pinning his axe against his neck.
“Get out of here, now!” He ordered.
Danger.
“Sammy!”
“Come on!” Dean grabbed me by the hand and yanked me along. “We gotta burn the place down!”
“But Sam!”
“Ol-”
“Sammy.” I whined.
“Ollie.” Dean grabbed me by the shoulders and shook me. “Sam’s in danger, you’re scared.”
I nodded. “Sam.”
“Use that. Get that door open, get to the car, get kerosene.”
I shut my eyes and heard Sam yelp. My teeth began to ache, and I spit blood out. Dean turned me by the shoulders and gave me a squeeze. I let out a grunt as I kicked the door. It didn’t move. Sam yelled again, and I let out a scream as I went at it with my shoulder. It splintered off its hinges.
Jinx was going mad in the backseat of the car, circling and barking and growling. She saw me coming and stuck her head out the window, letting out a howl.
I went for the car, was careful to flip open the trunk, and yanked out the gallon of kerosene. I ran back into the house, and Dean took the container away from me, pouring it on every possible surface. My mouth was throbbing, and I heard Sam from the next room.
“Dean! Olive!”
“Hey!”
I turned to see the Richmonds running up the steps, spray cans in hand. Hunter tossed me one. I grunted as I tore off my sling and went through my pockets. I flicked on my lighter, letting the flame catch. I threw the can onto the floor and went for Sam. A growl ripped through my throat, and Mordechai disappeared. Sam fell.
“Come on!” I pulled him off the floor.
Dean helped me get him to his feet. Sam grabbed his throat and coughed.
“What are we doing?”
“Improvising.” Sutton grabbed Sam’s arm and tugged it over her shoulders.
Everett flicked her lighter on and threw it into the other room. Flames went up, and Sutton helped Dean yank Sam out of the house. I hissed as someone bumped into my arm. Hunter dragged me out of the house, and Everett was the last to follow us out.
“This is your solution? Burn the whole damn place to the ground?” She scowled at Dean.
“Well nobody will go in anymore. I mean, look. Mordechai can’t haunt a house if there’s no house to haunt.” He huffed. “It’s fast and dirty but it works.”
I sat down on the front lawn and groaned, holding my arm. Hunter took his flannel off and fashioned a sling out of it. I was too tired to try and stop him.
“What if the legend changes again and Mordechai is allowed to leave the house?”
“Well…” Dean sighed.
“Then we’ll just have to come back.” I spoke through a mouthful of blood.
Sam plucked me off the ground and set me on his hip with a sigh. I hissed, spitting over his shoulder.
“Kinda makes you wonder. Of all the things we hunted, how many existed just ‘cause people believed in them. Right, bug?” Sam asked.
I nodded. Dean helped me control it inside. Pushing me in the right direction, telling me what to do. It helped. Sam would keep me awake afterwards. It was draining, and I was so tired, but I needed to be ready for the day my brothers wouldn’t be there to carry me to the car right afterwards.
“You guys came back.” I whispered, staring at Hunter.
He smiled, and Sutton sighed. Everett only rolled her eyes.
“You guys would’ve done the same for us.”
Dean snorted as he pulled out the car keys. “Like hell we would’ve.”
I sniffled. “Can we go now? My arm hurts.”
Sam grinned as he gave me a squeeze. “Yeah. Let’s go.”
***
“Why are we here?” I asked with a yawn.
Jinx circled at Sam’s feet before finally laying down in the shade of the picnic table. Dean grinned as Idiot One and Idiot Two came along with arms full of grocery bags.
“Gentlemen. Lady.” Idiot One nodded his head at us.
“Hey, guys.” Sam smiled.
I couldn’t help but grin. He was so polite. Such a sweetheart. A big teddy bear. I blinked. My pain meds were making me loopy.
“Should we tell them?”
“Hey, might as well. You know, they’re gonna read about it in the trades.” Idiot One scoffed.
“So this morning, we got a phone call from a very important Hollywood producer.”
I smiled, leaning into Dean’s side. “Oh yeah, wrong number?”
“No, smart-ass. He read all about the Hell House on our website and wants to option the motion picture rights. Maybe even have us write it.” Idiot One spoke as they loaded the groceries into their car.
“And create the RPG.”
Dean blinked. “The what?”
“Role playing game.”
“Right.” Dean nodded, lips pursed.
“A little lingo for you.”
“Anyhoo, excuse us. We’re off to lala land.”
“Well, congratulations guys. That sounds really great.” Sam smiled.
“Yeah. That’s awesome, best of luck to you.”
“Oh, yeah. Luck. That has nothing to do with it. It’s about talent. Sheer, unabashed talent.”
We looked around at each other and nodded. Idiot One threw up a peace sign.
“Later.”
They got into their car and drove off.
“I have a confession to make.” Sam turned to me with a huge grin.
“What’s that?” Dean turned with a smile.
“I uh… I was the one that called them and told them I was a producer.” He scratched the back of his neck.
I giggled, and Dean threw an arm around my shoulder. “Yeah.” He laughed. “Well, I’m the one who put the dead fish in their backseat.”
I giggled again, and the boys broke into laughter.
“Hey, boys?” I looked up.
“Yeah, bug?”
“What is it, baby?”
I gave them puppy eyes. “Truce? Please?”
They sighed and looked at each other. Sam shrugged, and Dean nodded.
“Yeah, truce.”
“Truce.” Sam smiled.
“At least for the next hundred miles.” Dean winked as he got up.
“Let’s go home.”
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More R76 discord plotting with firesonic152. ^^
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/03/17
lol
oh--had a quick prompt idea earlier: Jack as a gruff nurse at a hospital that caters to wounded vets. He was a field medic, but got sent home after an explosion that nearly killed him and left him scarred. Gabe is one of hte patients at the hospital, newly returned from the front and very prickly, though Jack catches glimpses of a passionate person beneath the face Gabe presents to the world.
firesonic152 – 09/03/17
OMG
gabe gets along well with jack bc jack is too grumpy to care about stuff like pity or sympathy
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/03/17
^^ they start up a stitch n bitch in the rec room
firesonic152 – 09/03/17
LOL
jack is very good at ranting angrily about things which means there isn't that awkward dynamic of the nurse trying to start a conversation and gabriel having to decide how much info he really wants to share
jack just. launches right into something and gabriel listens along
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/03/17
when Jack works doubles, he'll sometimes sneak in a nap next to Gabe's bed if he's really really beat, 'cause he knows Gabe'll chase people off if it's not an emergency.
firesonic152 – 09/03/17
omg QwQ
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/03/17
maybe sometimes when Jack gets too tired or stressed it begins to affect his vision, so it's important he rest when his body tells him he needs to
firesonic152 – 09/03/17
QwQ
we need to contrive a reason for jack to sleep IN gabe's bed at one point >w>
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/03/17
someone stole all the chairs. XD
maybe he goes to sleep in a chair, but wakes out of a nightmare and Gabe basically hauls him into bed and forces him to lay there and relax?
like, not necessarily a panic-attack inducing nightmare, but just something sad
firesonic152 – 09/03/17
omggg
and it's the first time gabe's seeing him sleep in an actual bed and he absolutely melts when he discovers how jack likes to curl up in a little ball
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/03/17
Jack totes wears dinosaur scrubs. like, the first thing he says when he meets Gabe--not even making eye contact with him--is just: 'don't let the dinosaurs fool you. i'm not nurse sunshine. here's your meds.'
firesonic152 – 09/03/17
OMG
gabe instantly likes him
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/03/17
Gabe looks at this big, buff, scarred dude who is more interested in his chart than him, and asks 'That really something you get often enough that it has to be part of your greeting?'
Jack finally looks at him and smiles very faintly. 'You would be surprised.'
firesonic152 – 09/03/17
arrow right to the heart
gabe's already down
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/03/17
XD
firesonic152 – 09/03/17
just fuck him Right up
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/03/17
lol much much later on in this one, Jack comes in wearing owl scrubs, and before Gabe can ask, he's just: 'I needed a new set, and they were out of dinosaur ones.'
firesonic152 – 09/03/17
AWWWW
gabe says "i was just gonna say owls are my favorite animal" with a tiny little smile
jack knows. that's why he picked them god gabe
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/03/17
Jack knows. Gabe has mentioned this before.
XD
firesonic152 – 09/03/17
LOL
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/03/17
lol whoops
firesonic152 – 09/03/17
>w<
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/03/17
Jack a little too roughly insists that that has NOTHING to do with it. Gabe swears that his cheeks went a bit pink before he booked it out of the room.
firesonic152 – 09/03/17
jaaaaaack
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/03/17
Gabe starts calling him Nurse Sunshine and Jack just grimaces every time and threatens to switch Gabe's meds if it catches on.
firesonic152 – 09/03/17
omgggg
gabriel goes all flirty and says "okay how about just sunshine then because you're the light of my life" and jack straight up smacks him
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/03/17
XD
Gabe, he has a carefully cultivated reputation to maintain here.
firesonic152 – 09/03/17
..... HOLY SHIT
NURSE JACKIE
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/03/17
-'.'- Sorry?
firesonic152 – 09/03/17
I THINK THAT'S A TERRIBLE TV SHOW ABOUT TERRIBLE PEOPLE
I remember my mom watching it XDDD
LOL YEAH
it's a super like. depressing show about a nurse in a shitty hospital and she's always drinking and stuff
well
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/03/17
haha no thanks :D
firesonic152 – 09/03/17
yeah not for me either ^^;
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/03/17
okay but--if Gabe got sent back for losing his legs, and he's in a wheelchair while he heals up before they get him prosthetics and into the rehabilitation exercises and what not--him and Jack fucking with each other. Gabe trying to run Jack down in the halls, Jack parking Gabe in a corner and sticking a door stop behind his wheels so he can't move the chair and Gabe's just shouting at him as he walks away 'JACK YOU FUCKING FOSSIL I AM A GODDAM WAR VET IF YOU THINK THIS IS GONNA STOP ME YOU GOT ANOTHER THING COMING I'LL CRAWL AFTER YOU AND BITE YOUR LEGS OFF SEE HOW YOU LIKE IT'
firesonic152 – 09/03/17
AHAHAHA
he starts stealing lines from monty python
JUST A FLESH WOUND JACK!!!!
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/03/17
He's got HUGE...tracts of land!
firesonic152 – 09/03/17
LOLLLLL
jack: are you. flirting with me. through monty python
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/03/17
HAVE BEEN FOR A YEAR BUT THANKS FOR NOTICING
firesonic152 – 09/03/17
LOL
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/03/17
Jack is just: '...Gabe, I have a face like a pickax accident and I threaten your life almost daily. What the fuck, bro?'
firesonic152 – 09/03/17
XDD
gabe gives jack flowers and jack just kinda stares at them and says "it feels pretty backwards for a patient to give a nurse flowers doesn't it"
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/03/17
he got Jack a balloon shaped like a brontosaurus, too. ^^
firesonic152 – 09/03/17
OMG
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/03/17
Jack puts the flowers in a vase in Gabe's room. Looks at him, and goes: 'I'm keeping the balloon.' and leaves.
firesonic152 – 09/03/17
EEEEE
gabe sits back grinning. jack kept the balloon. mission accomplished.
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/03/17
and Jack left the flowers to be sure Gabe would have something cheery nearby. -^^-
firesonic152 – 09/03/17
THE FLOWERS WERE A DECOY!!
awwwww!!
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/03/17
big ol' softie
firesonic152 – 09/03/17
does gabriel ever try the cheesy af "kiss it better" thing
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/03/17
I WOULD BE DISAPPOINTED IF HE DIDN'T
((also, momentary kinda sad suggestion--when Gabe is eventually discharged and gets to go see Jack's apartment, the place is pretty bland for the most part and lacks color and personality, but Jack's room is particularly dim and messy...except for the still-inflated dino balloon Gabe gave him which is sitting on top of his clothes chest.))
firesonic152 – 09/03/17
QOQ
AHHHHH
does jack get to move in with gabriel qwq
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/03/17
vice versa, prolly. Maybe Gabe doesn't have any family that can put him up, so Jack offers his couch while Gabe looks for a job and a place, but he just never ends up moving out bc they get together <3
firesonic152 – 09/03/17
<33333
and gabriel insists on brightening up the place
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/03/17
YES
firesonic152 – 09/03/17
hangs up pictures and paints walls and everything
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/03/17
the day he moves in, he brings Jack a whole herd of dino balloons
firesonic152 – 09/03/17
turns out he's very good at reupholstering furniture too
awwww!!!!!
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/03/17
Jack is just: '...i can kill you in your sleep.'
Gabe: Then who would refuse to put up with your bullshit? Here, go find them nests in your crap or whatever.
Jack tries to not, but he can't resist.
firesonic152 – 09/03/17
qwq
and when gabe initially moves in they're not quite boyfriends yet
they kinda know they like each other but they haven't REALLY done anything yet
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/03/17
-^^-
firesonic152 – 09/03/17
and so boundaries and stuff are very confusing
at first gabe sleeps on the couch (jack offers him the bed but gabriel insists)
and it takes almost no time for gabe to move into the bed with jack
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/03/17
((but but--the bed thing being an ice breaker. Gabe comes into Jack's room at dark o clock one morning and wakes Jack up and says 'Your couch is crap.' and Jack just grumbles back 'Couch store is closed.' Gabe doesn't move, so Jack sighs and lifts up a corner of the blankets and Gabe sits down & takes off his prosthetics to curl up and go to bed. He reaches out to pinch Jack's toes, and jokes 'Jesus, Jack, your feet are colder than mine!' Jack grumbles at him and reaches out to swat him, but it turns into something more like ruffling his hair as Gabe settles in. Turns out they're both cuddlers.))
firesonic152 – 09/03/17
AHHHHHHHHHH
and jack did his napping in gabe's hospital bed before but it's not at all like this
gabriel wants to kiss him SO badly but he can't tell if that's an okay thing to do yet
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/03/17
<3<3<3
Jack's all full of mixed signals in this one XD
Oh! When Gabe gets back from his job the next day, there's an owl-shaped pillow waiting for him on the couch. Jack looks at him, then glances away. 'Just wanted to make sure you saw it,' he mutters and heads back for his room, leaving the door open. When Gabe comes in to put the pillow on the bed, Jack doesn't have any objections.
firesonic152 – 09/03/17
AHHHH
CUTE
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/03/17
as thanks for all the dinosaurs -^^-
jack doing his best to be sweet
firesonic152 – 09/03/17
BOY
KISS HIMMMM
hhhhh when do they kiss for the first time
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/03/17
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaai don't know o_o;;;
firesonic152 – 09/03/17
maybe jack is going off to work and gabriel is like "bye babe<3" and jack gives him that silent blank stare, gives him a quick peck on the corner of his mouth, and leaves
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/03/17
what if Jack keeps clumsily trying to return the affectionate gestures Gabe makes? Like, Gabe usually cooks, but Jack attempts to make them dinner one night, burns part of it, doesn't get one of the side dishes done till half an hour after everything else, burns his fingers, makes a mess of the kitchen and swears a bunch--fuck ups like that
firesonic152 – 09/03/17
omggg
I LOVE THAT
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/03/17
and finally, Gabe is just: 'here, look, if you're trying to tell me something, let me see if I got the message.' and smooch
firesonic152 – 09/03/17
eeeeeeeeee
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/03/17
aaaaaaaaaaaaah!! Jack just out of the blue like that!!! XD
Gabe was just kidding around and didn't expect the kiss!
firesonic152 – 09/03/17
I LIKE BOTH
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/03/17
SO DO I
firesonic152 – 09/03/17
maybe jack does that thing and then neither brings it up again. until gabriel goes in for the Real smooch
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/03/17
Jack does the thing, and Gabe rationalizes it as more of his twisted sense of humor, plus he was just coming off a double and there's no one at the hospital to be sure his sleep isn't interrupted anymore
so he might ahve just been sleep addled
there was that weird long pause just before. it was probably just another joke, right? RIGHT?
meanwhile, the rest of Gabe's brain is setting off fireworks and popping champagne bottles
maybe Gabe gets home from work that night and it's when Jack has made dinner and Gabe kisses him for realsies
firesonic152 – 09/03/17
QWQ
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/03/17
XD 'cause Jack fucked up the kiss, too!
firesonic152 – 09/03/17
DAMMIT JACK
YOU SUCK AT THIS
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/03/17
everytime Jack tries to be sweet it comes of as at least slightly awkward
firesonic152 – 09/03/17
I LOVE THAT
SO MUCH
so does gabe apparently
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/03/17
XD
he tries so hard, bless his heart
firesonic152 – 09/03/17
gabe has such heart eyes
actual image of gabriel: :heart_eyes:
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/03/17
XD
firesonic152 – 09/03/17
NOTHING BAD HAS HAPPENED IN THIS ONE
IT'S JUST BEEN SMOOTH SAILING START TO FINISH
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/03/17
uhm.
gabe lost his legs
firesonic152 – 09/03/17
.... WELL YEAH BUT IF HE DIDN'T LOSE HIS LEGS HE WOULD HAVE NEVER GOTTEN MARRIED
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/03/17
YOU MISSED THE CHANCE FOR ANOTHER PYTHON REFERENCE
HE GOT BETTER XD
firesonic152 – 09/03/17
LOLLLL
NOOO!!!
lmao imagine jack hadn't seen monty python and didn't get all the reference gabe was throwing at him
he thought gabe was just saying nonsense
so gabriel has to sit him down to watch it
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/03/17
eeeeeee!
firesonic152 – 09/03/17
he
OOPS XD
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/03/17
also, also--when it comes time to propose, Jack gets the rings, but he just shoves the box at Gabe and says 'You do it' 'cause at this point both of them know he would fuck it up somehow. XD
firesonic152 – 09/03/17
kjadnadsjfnKJNDF
CUTE
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/03/17
so Gabe gets to plan a big romantic proposal and Jack can just relax and accept
firesonic152 – 09/03/17
qWq
also back to the monty python thing. gabriel spends the whole movie watching jack and is delighted when jack actually laughs at some of the jokes
jack is such a stone faced bitch in this one LOL
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/03/17
!!!!!!
<3<3<3
HE IS AND I AM GETTINGA KICK OUT OF IT! XD
firesonic152 – 09/03/17
ME TOO
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/03/17
actually, we've had several lately I've really enjoyed. I need to go back and save these soon. ^^
firesonic152 – 09/04/17
>w<
now i'm thinking about jack lovingly riding gabriel in this one lol
bc gabe doesn't feel like wearing his prosthetics anymore, he wore them all day and his legs are achey and he just wants to lie in bed
so jack settles on top of him and takes care of it
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/04/17
aaaaaaaaaaaaa jack crawls on top of him wearing his resting bitch face as he kisses all up Gabe's thighs and stomach and chest, right up to his lips and he just grinds against Gabe for a bit, then he sits back, and he's still all stone faced, but that starts to soften as he works himself open, and it disolves away completely as he takes Gabe in
firesonic152 – 09/04/17
EEEEEEEEEEEE
gabriel is so gone. he falls in love all over again.
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/04/17
<3
firesonic152 – 09/04/17
and jack does that silent stare but this time his face is soft and open - not smiling, but relaxed and in love
gabriel has to kiss him
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/04/17
he's so eager about it that Jack actually laughs--just a short huff of breath, really, but it goes straight to Gabe's heart.
firesonic152 – 09/04/17
gabriel is so ready to cry. "stop making me fall in love with you," he admonishes jack. "it's not fair"
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/04/17
'How is it not fair?' Jack sounds almost offended, and Gabe lets go just long enough to get a good look at his face and realize that what the awkward love of his life probably meant was: 'You do the exact same thing to me.'
firesonic152 – 09/04/17
AHHHHHHHHHHHH
I'M DEAD
THIS IS JUST NONSTOP SUGAR
THIS IS LIKE.. FUCKIN PIXIE STICKS
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/04/17
=9
they're war vets. let them be happy.
firesonic152 – 09/04/17
GAHHHH I LOVE IT SO MUCH BUT MY IMPULSE IS TO BREAK IT
STOP ME
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/04/17
...break it how?
firesonic152 – 09/04/17
IDK
WHY WOULD YOU ASK ME THAT NOW I WANNA COME UP W SOMETHING
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/04/17
last time i recall asking you to tell me one thing, you told me the opposite XD
firesonic152 – 09/04/17
XDDD
the only thing i can see ruining this is jack's self-loathing tbh
like after some particularly bad days he gets it into his head that gabriel deserves better and all that. but it's okay bc gabriel isn't scared of jack's attempts to drive him away!!
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/04/17
ah, so the colorful dino scrubs were a clever attempt to mask the crippling self loathing after all? XD
firesonic152 – 09/04/17
NATURALLY
have you SEEN his apartment??
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/04/17
lol p sure i suggested it XD just wasn't sure how deep we wanted to go down that particular rabbit hole
firesonic152 – 09/04/17
yep XDDD
jack tries very hard to convince gabriel to leave him
but gabriel figures out very quickly what he's doing and just kinda shrugs it off
not very effective!!
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/04/17
Jaaaaack. What are you doing?
Ohhh...you know what? He really could get serious about that and kick Gabe out of his apartment. Like, he wouldn't do it unless he was sure Gabe was financially stable, I think, but that's an option.
firesonic152 – 09/04/17
ahhhhhhhh QoQ
he does it after gabriel finally confronts him about trying to drive him away
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/04/17
SHIT HE'S ONTO ME
firesonic152 – 09/04/17
gabe is like "i see what you're trying to do jack but it's not going to work. i'm in love with you and i'm not going anywhere." and jack just kind of snaps in a fit of madness and tells him to get out.
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/04/17
ohhh jackie. if you weren't in a downward spiral before... =(
firesonic152 – 09/04/17
:((((((
gabriel has to go and stay with ana for a little bit
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/04/17
my brain is already trying to skip ahead to the make up argument XD
firesonic152 – 09/04/17
LOL
i'm caught on the part where jack is spiraling in his dark empty apartment
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/04/17
oh dear
what if Gabe keeps calling him? and, like, the only sound in there with Jack is the phone ringing. and he's curled up in bed with his arms over his ears and his fingers clenched in his hair, listening to it ring and hating himself for sending Gabe away and hating himself for not even being able to end that properly and hating himself for not wanting the phone to go silent and cut off that last, fragile connection. And also kinda hating himself for being too chickenshit to answer.
firesonic152 – 09/04/17
AKSJNFSAKJNF
THAT HURTS
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/04/17
So he finally picks up, and Gabe starts talking, saying that they need to discuss this, but Jack just mumbles kinda tonelessly 'I'm not good enough for you.' and Gabe snaps back 'Who are you to say what's good enough for me??' and that starts to get a rise out of Jack, because he was there when Gabe was first brought in, and he saw him hurting and struggling and fighting and staying positive through it all and Gabe fucking shines. Jack wasn't hurt nearly as bed, but he's just a shut down shell of what he used to be. And he snaps back 'I'm your doctor' and almost hangs up, but Gabe is quick with his response. 'The hell you are! You're my friend Jack, and more than that if you'd stop letting your fears lead your life for you!' There's silence for a minute, before Gabe tries for a bit of their old humor. 'Besides, you're a nurse, not a--' Jack hangs up.
firesonic152 – 09/04/17
GABRIELLLL
JAAAAAAAAAACK
gabriel has to be jack's nurse this time!!!
take care of him gabriel!!!!
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/04/17
lol
Maybe Gabe starts hanging out in the rec room at the hospital or something?
firesonic152 – 09/04/17
((side note: jack spends much of his time in bed curled around the owl pillow))
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/04/17
Gets a couple of the patients rooting for him. One of them lets him know when Jack has borrowed a spare bed for a nap, and Gabe goes to sit in and play watchdog like he used to.
firesonic152 – 09/04/17
awwwwwwww qoq
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/04/17
((ohh Gabe left it for him ;u;))
firesonic152 – 09/04/17
omg jesse is there bc he lost his arm! he's gabe's best wingman!!
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/04/17
((it was Gabe's favorite thing--he would bring it into the living room to hug it on the sofa when they watched stuff))
GO JESSE!! =D
firesonic152 – 09/04/17
Jesse is very good at figuring out where Jack is napping and tipping off Gabe
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/04/17
Jack wakes up one day and asks Gabe tiredly why he keeps following him around there. And Gabe's just 'Well, I could go home with you. I still have my key, you know.' He hasn't used it because he's not trying to take away all Jack's hiding places.
'Give it back,' Jack says, but there's no heat to the words, and he turns his face into the nest of his folded arms.
'Do you really want me to?' When Jack doesn't answer for a minute, Gabe tries a different question. 'Do you still have all those stupid balloons?'
Jack nods.
'You looked pretty happy when I gave them to you. And I was pretty happy being able to give them to you. That's worth something, isn't it? Making each other happy?'
'I'm not--'
'Don't bullshit me, Jack. You saying I don't deserve to be happy?'
Jack's head shoots up. 'No! You do! I--It's me that--'
'You make me happy, Jack. Let me do the same for you.'
firesonic152 – 09/04/17
KAJNCSXKJNAKSXJN QOQ
YEAH JACK!!!! LET HIM BE HAPPY
Jack huffs and retorts, "Am I making you happy now?" and Gabe says "Well not right at this very second but-" Jack cuts him off and says, "Exactly, Gabe, I do shit like this and I'm gonna hurt you even more."
then gabe gets to give him a speech about how life is full of both happiness and misery and if you're gonna inevitably be miserable at some point, you might as well take what happiness you can get
"Wouldn't you rather be miserable sometimes and happy other times than just being miserable all the time?"'Gabriel asks evenly, "I would."
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/04/17
;u; gaaaaaaaabi
firesonic152 – 09/04/17
It does seem so simple when Gabe puts it that way. But Jack knows unending misery turns into white noise after awhile, just a numb blandness that settles over everything. It's more bearable than having happiness taken from you. It's like a white hot knife with serrated edges sawing out your lungs.
It's so much easier to just accept a gray world.
But....
Jack already knows before he makes his decision. It's worth it.
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/04/17
TTuTT atta boy jackie
firesonic152 – 09/04/17
cries
Jack tries to have sex with Gabriel that night but they end up just snuggling
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/04/17
ohhhhhhhhhhhhh ;u;
firesonic152 – 09/04/17
He gets on top of Gabriel and starts grinding and stuff but he just,.. he just wants Gabe to hold him
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/04/17
did i ever send you the lyrics for Signal i the sky by Matt hires, 'cause it's good for this one. ;u;
firesonic152 – 09/04/17
omg you didn't!!
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/04/17
https://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/matthires/signalinthesky.html
firesonic152 – 09/04/17
I'M EMOTIONAL
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/04/17
TTuTT
firesonic152 – 09/04/17
hold him tight gabe qoq
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/04/17
and then, of course, lots of hard work coming to terms with emotional issues, but also lots more silly gifts and awkward but heartfelt reciprocation
firesonic152 – 09/04/17
qwq
like uhhhh question for jack WHY ARE YOU SO SET ON EVERYTHING GOING BAD
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/04/17
um. dude? my friend?
that was all you XD
it was good. it was fine! XD
firesonic152 – 09/04/17
oh yeah
oops
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/04/17
Jack was a grump, but it was all happy and sweet. XD
firesonic152 – 09/04/17
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/04/17
i mean, i guess you could have just had him get hit by a bus or go blind and have to cope with that.
firesonic152 – 09/04/17
oH MY GOD DUDE
WE SHOULD DO THAT LOL
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/04/17
that second one in particular might cost him his job at the hospital, which is his livelihood and also something that makes him feel like he's still making a difference
five times jack was miserable in this au bc one of the writers wasn't happy with the sweet version. XD
firesonic152 – 09/04/17
XDDD
AND THE ONE TIME I LET IT SLIDE
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/04/17
lolololol
i'm up for it, but i think more contributions from my end are gonna have to wait till tomorrow
firesonic152 – 09/04/17
yeah i'm tired too
bed tiiiime
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/04/17
=u=
firesonic152 – 09/04/17
let the gay old men rest for now
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/04/17
let them watch over each others sleep ^^
firesonic152 – 09/04/17
>w<
cuuute
SuspiciousPopsicle – 09/04/17
and with that sacchrine nonsense XD
night night <3<3<3
firesonic152 – 09/04/17
<3333333
gn!!!!
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