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pop-culturereference · 4 years

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as long as i’m reflecting you

Summary: “I can’t believe you haven’t figured it out yet. I'm you, Hawks."

@hawksweek2020 day 1: Cliché

If you’d rather read on ao3 (or if you want to read my long rant in the chapter notes): https://archiveofourown.org/works/27203351

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Pairing: Gen

Rating: G

Characters: Hawks, Dabi

Dabi towers over Hawks as he lies there, helpless, blue flame licking greedily at his face and wings. He can feel himself shriveling under the heat, but perhaps the worst part is this:

Takami Keigo.

Dabi knows his name. Dabi knew all along what Hawks was doing there, knows more than even his friends do—his name.

Hawks panics at the sound of Dabi’s boots crunching on the broken shards of his visor—He can’t die here! The battle is far from over, and he’s the only hero ready and equipped to deal with the aftermath. There’s not much Hawks can do, at this point, but he does have one option. Dabi needs time between using his quirk in order to recover. Use conversation, distract him, draw him in. In Hawks’s experience, villains never pass up a chance to gloat and throw their self-righteousness in everyone’s face. Get a villain talking about themself, and they won’t shut up. Even closed-off Dabi will likely blab his life story, thinking Hawks is about to die. It’s worth a shot.

“The only members of the League I found nothing on were you and Shigaraki. I found everyone else’s background, their families—but for you, I couldn’t even find a name. Who are you?”

Dabi sets a foot on Hawks’s back, leans his weight into it. Hawks pushes himself up with his hands as much as he can to prevent his ribs from snapping. He’s miscalculated. Dabi will keep his secrets over his ego. Hawks accepts his death even as he fights and pushes against it; he can’t die, but he’s going to, and there’s nothing he can do about it. He’s expecting Dabi to burn him to death right there, and he’s already bracing himself and gritting his teeth against the heat. He is not expecting Dabi to crouch down, one foot still on Hawks’s back, and whisper:

“I can’t believe you haven’t figured it out yet.” There’s a warm huff of laughter on his ear that has Hawks cringing away, then— “I’m you, Hawks.”

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Hawks wakes up to the horrible smell of antiseptic solution and the annoying tug of compression sleeves on his leg hair. Then, of course, the swoop of vertigo that speaks of some Pretty Heavy Anaesthesia. He tries to cough the smell out of his mouth, but is met with a sore throat—more than sore, actually. It’s like someone’s taken literal sandpaper and dragged it down his entire esophagus. He gags, tries to sit up, is hit off balance by the vertigo, and promptly throws up over the side of the bed.

He leans back against his pillows and wallows in the agony his stomach acid has raked over his poor, abused, sandpapered throat.

“Can I get you anything?” asks a nurse holding a bucket. Oh, good. He’d vomited into a bucket and not all over the hospital floor.

Hawks gestures frantically to his throat with a plea in his eyes that the nurse hopefully interprets as “water,” or “cough drop,” or even, “please just slit my throat and put me out of my misery.”

The nurse hands him both water and cough drops. Hawks’s eyes water with gratitude. Well, either that or pain. Maybe both.

“Sorry, man,” says the nurse as he reaches to adjust Hawks’s blanket. “They had to do surgery on your wings, and you had a breathing tube.”

Hawks croaks in horror. “Wings!?”

“They’ll be all right. You also had some skin grafts for the burns.”

Burns. Dabi. I’m you, Hawks.

“Phone,” he demands urgently.

With his miraculously only-slightly-singed phone in his hands, Hawks shoos the nurse away and starts tapping and typing with frenzied vigor.

His google search shows him an article spotlight on him, featuring an interview with Tokoyami, who apparently saved him. Good kid, that Tokoyami. It also shows him that there were minimal casualties and that apparently the UA students were spearheading the clean-up and rebuilding of the battleground. Okay. Okay. Good, good. All of it good.

Now, what he really wants to know: Dabi.

To: VP HPSC:

get me every pic i ever sent u of dabi highest res possible asap

also the cam footage of lov hideout

To the number he’d found on Google for the news network he saw at the raid:

Hi, this is Hawks. I saw your news logo at the fight in Reika. I was wondering if you could send me any footage you managed to get of the villains. Thank you. Here’s a selfie for proof it’s me.

To: Dabi (Villain):

hey ik its a bit of a long shot but like i would love an explanation thanks xoxo <3

He knows Dabi’s claim is ridiculous. He knows, all right? What he’s actually hoping to find is some connection to Endeavor. There’s definitely something familiar about Dabi, and that, paired with the fire quirk, could explain it.

The first replies he gets are the pictures and footage from the Commission. Hawks zooms in and examines Dabi’s hair. He always knew it was dyed.The roots come in a lighter color, which would make his hair look perpetually greasy if it laid flat; but instead, it makes his spiky hair look just the slightest bit detached from his head. As he looks at the pictures, he’s surprised to realize that he was already biased toward his Endeavor explanation in his head: he was thinking Dabi’s hair was white, like the color of Todoroki Shouto’s ice side, from whoever was Endeavor’s wife. Closer scrutiny shows that it’s actually a dark blond, like Hawks’s own hair.

That doesn’t mean anything, though.

Dabi’s aesthetically stapled under-eye bags are right in the spot where Hawks has his natural eye markings.

The one picture he managed to find of Dabi shirtless (It’s okay, Hawks reminds himself. I’m a creep with a noble cause. It was for the intel) shows that the stapled purple skin covers the part of his back where Hawks has his wings. If Dabi had wings and they were removed, purple skin grafts or whatever those were would cover up the evidence quite nicely.

And… what Hawks learned during the raid. Dabi’s weakness is his own quirk. Fire. That’s Hawks’s own biggest weakness. That’s almost too much to be a coincidence…what if…?

As he’s looking over the Commission’s images, he almost drops his phone in surprise because Dabi (Villain) texts him back.

Every intelligent thought in his head evacuates in favor of wtfwtfwtfwtf.

It’s a selfie—a close-up of Dabi’s face, right behind a hand that’s flipping him off. It’s just the puzzle piece that he needs, because the small gleam of light catches on the telltale glint of a contact lens, and Hawks can see where the edge of the blue goes lighter where it’s not covering the colorful iris underneath—Dabi’s eyes aren’t actually blue. And, what Hawks has always thought of as edgy eyeliner looks suspiciously similar to his other eye markings.

Another quick text to: Pres HPSC, VP HPSC:

i dont have any sort of long lost twin brother right??? or like an evil clone or smth??

Almost instantly, he receives a No.

It should be a relief, but his mind’s still going haywire. Dabi…is him? He is Dabi? Dabi is Hawks? Does Hawks is Dabi who? Shut up, brain, you didn’t connect shit. It Dabi, Takami Keigo Dabi Hawks… if Hawks? Who Takami Dabi… he…

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Maybe I shouldn’t try thinking when I’m high on painkillers, he thinks when he wakes up.

As he looks around, he realizes he’s been moved to a more long-term room. Instead of curtains, it has a door, and there’s a TV and a nightstand. His phone is dead and he’s not about to call the nurse to come plug it in for him, so he switches on the TV instead, not sure how much he can trust his conclusions on the outcome of the raid if he convinced himself that he was somehow Dabi in the same 10-minute timespan.

The first thing that shows up on the news channel is a report about Hawks, and he’s greeted with the atrocious selfie he took to prove his identity to the news channel. His hair is a devastated battleground and missing completely on his burned side, he’s covered in gauze and medical tape, and his smile looks half-crazed. What was he thinking?

“Hawks is recovering in an unknown hospital, but he looks to be well. The real question is, will the Number Two Hero still be able to charm without half of his famous wind-swept hair?”

“I don’t know, Motome-san. Let’s look at some footage of the battle. I’m sure any lady—or gentleman—would be charmed by someone willing to go so far to protect them.”

Hawks rolls his eyes and scowls, but doesn’t turn off the TV. If they show his fight with Dabi—if he could get a quick glimpse of him—he could turn off the idiot switch in his brain that won’t shut up.

Instead, what he sees is a streak of red that flies into Dabi’s hand. That’s one of his feathers. Dabi controlled one of his feathers. Dabi has control of Hawks’s Fierce Wings.

To hell with his pride! Hawks repeatedly jams the help button on the side of his bed, and a nurse arrives soon after, out of breath. Hawks feels a little bad for scaring the poor man, but he needs to charge his phone. As soon as it turns back on, he sends out the text to almost every single one of his contacts.

Hi all, this is Hawks. I’ve figured out the identity of the villain Dabi. It should help you lure him out and take him down. DABI IS ME. Text me with any questions. Go after him with fire, if you can.

Within three minutes, Hawks has rejected 7 calls. Text me with any questions, he said. Not call. He won’t be speaking with his sandpaper throat for at least the next month if he has anything to say about it.

Someone with enough manners finally texts instead of calls. It reads: omw to kill you right now. should have finished the job last time.

Oh, shit. Did he really send that message to Dabi?

Yeah. He did.

SOS this is not a joke, he sends to the HPSC. Dabi just texted me says he’s going to kill me right now. i’m in the hospital, can’t fight. PLEASE send someone

He answers the next call from Pres HPSC. “Can’t talk,” he rasps and tastes blood on his tongue. The president talks to him and he gives one tap for yes, two taps for no.

“Do you really want us to send someone?”

One tap.

The president sighs. “Hawks, as soon as you can speak, I expect the most thorough, detailed, in-depth report you’ve ever given in your life.”

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With Hawks’s warning, they capture Dabi easily enough. He shows up at the hospital directly and comes face-to-face with Endeavor, who, knowing about his weakness to fire, easily takes him down.

When Hawks visits Tartarus a month later to interrogate Dabi, he wonders how he ever missed it. Without the dye and the contacts, there’s no denying that Dabi is Hawks. He’s left wondering, though.

“Why did you text me at the hospital that you were on your way to kill me? I immediately got Endeavor there. I thought you were a little smarter than that.”

Dabi just shrugs, his newly-regenerated red feathers rustling with the movement. “Obviously not. I am you, after all.”

#hawksweek2020 #hawks #it's a day early but im pretty busy tmrw so i;m posting it now #this is so so stupid. extremely stupid.#WHY did i use so many italics they are a PAIN #here it is. the dumbest thing i've ever written.#and ive written some pretty dumb things in my decade on this hellsite #the only thing i will ever name with a song lyric #bnha #manga spoilers

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malewifeharrystyles · 7 years

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I Was Tagged In A Long Ass Thing

I was tagged by @saysweartogod and @ihaveabadreputation and idk how many people I have to tag? 20? But I think everyone I'd tag has already been tagged so I'm tagging anyone who wants to do this!! the last 1. drink: mmmm apple juice. I drink that shit a ridiculous amount.  2. phone call: my friend Catherine  3. text message: "friendship cancelled" to the groupchat with my friend group lmao  4. song you listened to: Guinesses by MF Doom ft. 4lze & Angelika (V GOOD SONG) 5. time you cried: uhhh not yesterday but the day before! Yeet 6. dated someone twice: what does this mean dated someone twice? Wording is weird but I'm currently dating someone so like  7. kissed someone and regretted it: mm not really ever? My first kiss was with a total douche but it was drunk at a party and I wanted my first kiss over with so it's fine  8. been cheated on: never god bless 9. lost someone special: I lost my grandpa (step grandpa technically I guess) just over a year ago and he was really special and kind and treated my Oma (who has dementia and Alzheimer's) really well and he was v special 10. been depressed: hey right now!!! Yeet!! 11. gotten drunk and thrown up: I've never actually thrown up from being drunk!! Surprisingly!! 3 favourite colours 12. Forest green 13. Pale blue 14. Lavender in the last year have you 15. made new friends: Yep!! 16. fallen out of love: never been in love in the first place!! 17. laughed until you cried: literally so many times and it's my favourite thing in the universe 18. found out someone was talking about you: LMAO yep 19. met someone who changed you: mmm yeah  20. found out who your friends are: I already knew :') 21. kissed someone on your Facebook list: like Facebook friends list????? I haven't been on Facebook in like a year idk who I have on there anymore but considering I've only kissed two different people I don't think so general 22. how many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: uhhh idk majority of them?? 23. do you have any pets: a dog named Winnie :') 24. do you want to change your name: no I like my name!!  25. what did you do for your last birthday: lol I was on a plane home from Alberta woohoo 26. what time did you wake up: like... never. Around noon but I always end up back in bed.  27. what were you doing at midnight last night: I think I was just in bed lol 28. name something you can’t wait for: hmmm GoT tomorrow night? I think my GoT buddies and I are gonna get drunk on rum while watching it lol also I'm going to a cabin with my family Wednesday and Thursday ALSO my friend might visit over winter break. Omg also all the grade 12 graduating stuff I get to do this year yeet 29. when was the last time you saw your mom: uhhh I just took a v solid nap but about 5 hours ago before said nap 31. what are you listening to right now: nothing right this instant but in general MF Doom a lot 32. have you ever talked to a person named tom: yeah I know a Tom he was in a few of my classes he's cute and German and doesn't know certain words like "bean" which is weird because he's lived here since he was like 7 lmao 33. something that is getting on your nerves: hmm nothing really #blessed 34. most visited website: unfortunately Tumblr smh  35. hair colour: brown 36. long or short hair: long 37. do you have a crush on someone: lol yeah and I'm dating him yeet  38. what do you like about yourself: hmm I'm creative and very accepting and #woke and I try my best to advocate for the things I believe in 39. piercings: two on each ear but I want more on the cartilage  40. blood type: I have no fucking idea 41. nickname: Lulu, Lu, Loops, a million others 42. relationship status: unofficially dating someone?? Idk how to answer this 43. zodiac: the least Capricorn Capricorn you'll ever meet! 44. pronouns: she/her 45. favourite tv show: game of thrones, breaking bad, broad city, Atlanta, mad men, the get down, a million others?? 46. tattoos: none yet, but i really want to get some  47. right or left handed: right 48. surgery: I had jaw surgery like 3 years ago 50. sport: I hate sports tbh but watching the Olympics is fun and basketball is fun to watch and I used to play club volleyball and was really good at it lol 51. vacation: I really want to go to Japan and Holland and I'm going to Holland in march!!!! 52. pair of trainers: idfk I wear the exact same shoes everyday of my life MORE GENERAL 53. eating: motherfucking gnocchi  54. drinking: apple juice or milkshakes lol 55. I’m about to: get off the toilet :) 56. waiting for: tomorrow cause I wanna get drunk and watch game of thrones with my friends and boy 57. I want: mmmm some gnocchi  58. get married: yeah 59. career: film director or author or something in either of those fields  WHICH IS BETTER 60. hugs or kisses: mmm I enjoy kisses  61. lips or eyes: eyes 62. shorter or taller: taller 63. older or younger: older 64. nice arms or nice stomach: mmm arms but not too much  65. hookup or relationship: relationship  66. troublemaker or hesitant: hesitant tbh  HAVE YOU EVER: 67. kissed a stranger: nope 68. drank hard liquor: ya boi 69. lost glasses/contact lenses: no! 70. turned someone down: kind of? Not directly but he was looking for something other than friendship and I was like mmmmm no thanks  71. sex on the first date: nope 73. had your heart broken: not yet but I'm omw woohoo  74. been arrested: nope 75. cried when someone died: yeah 76. fallen for a friend: I mean I guess we started out as friends but it was always on it's way to dating so idk if that counts  DO YOU BELIEVE IN: 77. yourself: eh 78. miracles: nah 79. love at first sight: no 80. santa claus: lmao 81. kiss on the first date: depends!! 82. angels: nope  OTHER: 84. eye colour: bluish green with hazel around the pupil 85. favourite movie: SO MANY uhhhh moonlight by Barry Jenkins, in the mood for love by Wong Kar-Wai, Mommy by Xavier Dolan are probably my top 3

#this was a lot of work #but there ya go folks #this is me

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houseofglass · 7 years

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ABO Virus: Pack Life Chapter 11 - Emergency

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Cas woke slowly. Since becoming human he did not do mornings very well and was thankful the brothers seemed to respect that. The new bed was deliciously comfortable so it was easy to snuggle down into the divot he'd created. That was, until his mind sent out feelers to his pack. He found Sam quickly – still asleep but not deeply – but no Dean. Refusing to panic, he set out a wider net. Still no Dean. That was enough to force him to be fully awake long before he would have liked. He sat up in bed, held his breath, and used every ounce of his connection to search. Nothing. “Sam. Wake up,” Cas said urgently, shoving at him.

Sam was awake instantly. Hunting will do that to a man. Being shaken just added to the urgency. It took a moment for his sleepy brain to catch up as they'd stopped hunting some time ago and he was expecting to sleep in today. “Cas, what.” He ran his hands through his hair and froze when he saw the look on Cas' face.

“Dean.” Cas concentrated again, still nothing.

Sam was confused. He finally registered that the bed was missing one person, so he sat up and cast a line to find Dean but couldn't even get a feel for him. “Where's Dean?”

“Good question.” Cas got out of bed and started towards the washroom, thinking maybe Dean was just blocking them. He felt a worm of panic that he was trying to deny; he also couldn't scent Dean anywhere.

Sam watched Cas jog towards the washroom for a moment before getting out of bed himself. Since Cas went that way, Sam went to the kitchen where he found the note. He immediately sent a calming message to Cas – he was still not as practiced at it – and re-read the note.

“Sam,” Cas rushed into the kitchen. He got the message about calm and safety, but there was still no Dean. He read the note that Sam was holding: Woke up, went for a drive, back soon, Love D.

Sam and Cas did little other than pace, text Dean, and worry. They took turns in the shower so that one would be available if Dean called or texted back. But there was only silence. They ate only because their bodies demanded it, but tasted nothing. After what felt like a small eternity, they each received the same text: Driving omw. Both exhaled for what felt like the first time since they woke up.

“It's been too long,” Cas decided, “the text came in hours ago. Where is he?”

“I don't know. He does drive when he needs to think. He's been away a long time, though,” Sam conceded.

“Why would he need to think? Did he give you any indication? Is something wrong,” Cas worried.

Sam just shrugged. He had literally no clue. Luckily, Cas' phone rang so he didn't have to try to answer. “Is it Dean?”

Cas stared at the call display. He suddenly couldn't read or talk.

Sam's eyebrows bunched up while Cas stared at his phone. Sam glanced down and saw it was a hospital. Since Cas didn't seem to want to answer, Sam swiped for him and hit the speaker button. “Hello,” he croaked.

“Is this the contact number for a Dean Winchester?” came a voice surrounded by general noise.

“Yes. This is Sam and Cas Winchester. You are on speaker,” Sam managed. He noted Cas' fingers were white where they gripped the phone.

“This is the emergency department at Lebanon Hospital. There has been a car accident involving Dean Winchester, who is currently being treated.”

“Is he ok?” Cas almost yelled.

“Please come to the emergency department as soon as you are able,” the voice said.

“But is he ok?” Cas demanded.

“Do you need the address?” the ridiculously calm person asked.

“No, we have it. We'll be right there,” Sam interjected and hung up the phone. “Get your shoes on,” Sam ordered, already checking to make sure his wallet was in his pocket along with his phone.

The two tripped over each other to get to the garage, Sam mentally checking which of the vehicles had gas and were insured to drive. The second he saw that awful pickup truck Cas had acquired, he decided that one was it. Thankfully, the keys were in the visor. “Get in,” he barked to Cas who was already opening the passenger door. They didn't speak for the duration of the ride.

After the nightmare of traffic and parking, Sam and Cas strode into the emergency department. Cas scoped the area out, honed in on the visitor booth, and made his way there. “Dean Winchester,” he demanded.

The security officer immediately started typing to find Dean's location. She found it, handed over two brilliant orange visitor stickers and before she could speak, Dr. Jones was beside them.

“Put the stickers on and follow me,” Dr. Jones instructed. She didn't wait, she simply started walking towards the trauma doors.

“How is he,” Cas demanded. His hands shook so hard his sticker was pretty mangled by the time it was on his jacket. Sam's wasn't much better.

She didn't answer right away. Instead she took them behind the doors and away from the crowd. After a short distance she stopped and turned around. “Dean has been in a car accident. It appears the other driver was at fault, running a stop sign at high speed. Dean arrived by ambulance and has not regained consciousness. He has multiple injuries but nothing serious aside from the head injury.”

Sam sagged in relief along with Cas. “How bad is the head injury?” Sam shook out.

Dr. Jones hesitated. “It's hard to tell at the moment. We really need him to wake up and it would be better if he did it on his own.” She assessed the two of them. “Things have changed with the virus. I see he now has two claiming marks which means he's connected to you two. When you go see him, be careful to send only calm messages. Love, affection, that kind of thing. If possible, keep the worry out.”

“No problem. Where is he?” Cas demanded.

“There's something else,” Dr. Jones hesitated again. “It appears as though he's in the middle of a miscarriage. There has been a great deal of blood loss and it is doubtful the pup would have survived. We will know for sure in a few hours. I am sorry.”

They were dumbstruck and it showed.

Dr. Jones caught on. “You weren't aware of his pregnancy?”

Sam spoke first. “He woke before us and went for a drive. I don't remember scenting a pup when we went to bed.”

“He's on birth control,” Cas added barely audibly.

“Well, if he skipped a dose or two at the right time then it can happen. It's not completely effective with men. Not yet. Also, his body may have changed with his second claiming, making the birth control less effective. Omega bodies really want to have pups.”

“But...” Cas sputtered, “Dean wouldn't have forgotten. Not after the last pregnancy.”

Dr. Jones took a deep breath. “Did you notice any change in his scent recently? Has he been exhibiting any nesting behaviour?”

Both men stared hard at each other. “Shit,” Sam spit. “Yes,” he turned back to the doctor, “he scented a bit sweeter and he actually built a nest of pillows to nap in.”

“Ok. We've been seeing this lately. It's very possible that Dean forgot to take his birth control.” She held up a hand to silence them both. “Not consciously. His body wants a pup and it will do whatever it needs to in order to get pregnant. This includes deliberately forgetting the birth control and engaging in frequent sexual relations.”

“But,” Sam started, trying to get his thoughts in order, “he got pregnant instantly last time. This time I'm sure he wasn't pregnant when we fell asleep.”

“Last time was his first heat, correct?” Dr. Jones confirmed. “Science is a bit slow to catch up here, but so far they've found that new Omegas produce a startling number of eggs during the first heat. It's suspected that's one of the reasons it's so painful for them. If you imagine, it used to be that a woman would enter puberty and her body would begin releasing about an egg per month. But with Omegas, their presentation creates the eggs, almost as if the body thinks that is the only chance to get pregnant. This time, well, it's possible the egg was released several hours after intercourse due to the birth control.”

“I wish I'd known,” Cas sobbed quietly.

“Nothing can be done about it right now. Dean needs to wake up so we can assess the head injury better. He's stable right now. Please, take the time to get any negative emotions out before seeing him. When you see him, fill him with comfort,” Dr. Jones advised. She gave them the room number and left them to it.

Sam pulled Cas into a hug. The instant Sam's arms were around him he started outright bawling. He had a pup. Again. And lost it. Again. And Dean may not know his pup was gone.

Sam picked up on Cas' jumbled thought process. “Cas, we can work out how to help Dean get through this after he wakes up, but we need to get him to wake up.” For the life of him, Sam could not stop the tears from flowing down his cheeks. “He's stable, that's really good news. He's alive and he's got us. We'll figure everything else out one step at a time.”

After they both had a good, long cry, Sam pulled away and helped Cas clean his face with the tissues that were in every pocket of every jacket he had. When Cas was as clean as he could be, Sam reminded him that Dean was alive and he needed his pack.

They both found the room, Dr. Jones had pretty much led them right to it, and stepped in. Dean was laying on the bed, looking horribly small, and hooked up to various lines. He was breathing on his own so there was no respirator – thank Chuck for small things – but he was battered and bruised.

Cas let out a cry before he could stop himself. Dean looked helpless and broken. On autopilot he moved to the bed and took Dean's hand in both of his. He had no idea what to say, so he tried the channels, finding only darkness. “Dean,” he whispered as he felt something bump against the back of his legs. He turned to see Sam had pushed a chair up to him, so he sat down heavily.

Sam found a second chair and put it on the other side of the bed, holding Dean's hand in the same way as Cas. He also checked the channels, finding Cas' panic and Dean's darkness. While he was staring at his brother's face, he sensed something in the channel. A light of some kind. He glanced at Cas to see his head bowed as he clutched Dean's hand. Sam followed suit, bowing his head, closing his eyes, and flooding the channel with as much comfort as he could find while Cas kept a light on for him.

#spn #supernatural fanfiction #ABO Virus #a/b/o/ dynamics #alpha castiel #beta sam #omega dean #miscarriage

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