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impalas-r-important · 3 years

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Love of my Life - (1) All's fair in love and snowball fights.

Pairing: Dean x reader(ish)

Warnings: N/A

Summary: You and Dean were inseparable from the moment you met; a true match made in heaven. You were killed in the big showdown with Lucifer and Michael (S5), but were brought back to life along side Sam. Heartbreak quickly took over your life after finding out that Dean had already moved on with Lisa so soon after your death.

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You sighed as you looked over at Sam and Dean. You and Sam had been doing research for 5 straight days trying to help Bobby out with a case. Dean would come over and help when he could. Sam was in the living room, his nose buried in a book and Dean was sitting with his feet up on the kitchen table, pretending to look studious as he fought off his heavy eye lids. You stood up to stretch your legs and wandered over to the window. It had snowed all night and all morning, leaving the outside world blanketed with pillowy, inviting flakes. The corners of your mouth crept up in a slight smile as an idea came to your mind. You quickly grabbed your jacket that had been slung across the back of your chair which startled Dean enough to wake him up. He sloppily wiped a bit of drool from his mouth and looked over to find an irritated Sam glaring at him. You jogged a few steps to the back door and pulled your boots on.

“Where are you going?” You could hear Sam ask from the other room.

“I’ll be right back!”

You stepped outside and the chilly wind instantly burned the back of your throat, but you didn’t care. You were just happy to not be looking at the worn pages of another lore book. You bent down and scooped the snow together in your hands creating 2 perfect snowballs. A mischievous grin spread on your face as you stomped back into the living room of Bobby’s house. Sam was your first target; he was so unaware of what was about to hit him. Literally. You pulled back your arm, took your aim, and launched the snowball, nailing him square in the face. The shocked look on his face was priceless.

“Hah!” Dean looked up and tauntingly laughed from the table on the other side of the room. His laugh quickly turned into a frown as you threw the second snowball at him. He paused and blinked a few times before wiping the snow from his face. He turned to look at you, and you couldn’t tell if he was angry or not. The three of you exchanged glances, a few seconds of silence passing while you all gauged the situation before Dean stood up giving you a perfect, playful smile.

“Oh, sweetheart, you don’t know what you just started.” He ran at you and you turned to run away, giving a squeal as you did. You were fast, but Dean was faster. You had a few good steps on him, but as you reached the staircase, he grabbed you by your waist, throwing you over his shoulder and marching out the door with you.

“Let me go!” You laughed as he tickled your sides.

“If you say so.” He ran across the yard and gently tossed you into a big snowbank, giving your system a shock. You shot up and tried to shake the snow out from your clothes.

“This means war, Winchester!” You shouted as you ran full speed at Dean, rugby tackling him into the few feet of snow piled up behind him.

Sam popped out from behind an icy car with an armful of huge snowballs. “Gotcha both!” He exclaimed as he pelted the two of you. Dean pulled you underneath him and turned his back to Sam, protecting you. You got lost in his green eyes for a moment as he pulled his face close to yours. “One, two, three!” Dean counted down and you knew exactly what his plan was, without needing to discuss it. The two of you had always been on the same wavelength, making you the perfect hunting (and snowball fight) partners. You both turned and ran at Sam, Dean grabbed your hand tight and extended his arm as the two of you clotheslined the taller brother, knocking him backwards. You stole the few snowballs Sam had dropped and threw them at the two boys.

“I thought we were on a team now?!” Dean grinned at you as he crouched down and began to form the snow in his hands. He cocked his arm back and launched it at you as you ducked behind a car. It just missed you. You sat with your back to the car door, catching your breath and looking on either side of you, waiting for one of the boys to jump out at you.

Dean had climbed on top of the car and jumped down in front of you. “Ha ha! I’ve got you right where I want you!” You laughed and slipped as you tried to get up, causing you to laugh even harder. Dean pulled you backwards by your feet. Kneeling on either side of you, he pinned you down with a snowball in hand. “Do you surrender?!” He demanded.

“Yes, yes fine!” Your stomach hurt from all the laughing. Dean dropped the snowball and huffed. He flopped down in the snow next to you, catching his breath and letting out a little laugh.

“That was the most fun I’ve had in a long time. I mean, the look on Sam’s face when you threw that first snowball at him. Priceless!” He turned to look at you, pulling you close to him. “Thanks, Y/N/N.” It had been so long since you had seen Dean smile a genuine smile like the one he was giving to you now. Your heart fluttered and memories of your relationship came flooding back the minute you looked into his eyes. He looked back at you and for a moment, nothing and no one else existed. This felt so right and so natural, like it had always felt with him when you were together. This was a joy that you rarely felt anymore, and you knew that the only thing bringing it to you was Dean. He brushed a stray hair behind your ear as his eyes wandered down to your lips.

“Dean?” A distant voice called. It was Lisa. You both sat up quickly. Overwhelming happiness quickly turned to heart break.

“Crap!” Dean said under his breath as he checked his watch. “We’re supposed to go to a neighbor’s house for dinner tonight. I should have been home 40 minutes ago. I just lost track of time.” He stood up and brushed the snow from his clothes.

“I’m sorry, this is my fault. I shouldn’t have started that stupid snowball fight.” You apologized.

“No, no I haven’t laughed like that in…” Dean paused, “hell, I don’t know how long. Don’t you dare apologize for that.” He reached out a hand to help you up, but you waved him off.

“I’m okay, you go. It’s probably better if Lisa doesn’t see me. I’ll stay hidden behind this old hunk a’ junk until you guys leave.” You patted the car behind you and tried to muster up a fake smile. Dean didn’t buy it. Lisa hated when your relationship with Dean was brought up, and she equally disliked you being around him.

“Listen, Y/N/N, I- “

“Dean?!” Lisa’s voice interrupted him. She was clearly getting angrier and closer.

Dean opened his mouth as if to say something to you, but instead just exhaled and looked at you with longing eyes. You broke the eye contact after a few seconds and moved your gaze to the ground.

“Bye, Y/N.” Dean muttered. You could hear his footsteps crunch in the snow as he walked away.

“Where the hell were you?!” You could hear Lisa demand in the background.

“Sam and I were just having a snowball fight.” Dean tried to explain himself. You noticed he had left your name out on purpose.

“I swear you two are children when you are around each other.”

You hated the way she talked down to him. Like he was some disobedient puppy on a leash. You heard another set of crunching footsteps approach you. Sam walked around the car and sat down next to you; you leaned your head on his shoulder. Your heavy heart had returned, and you felt empty again.

A few moments passed as you both waited to make sure Dean and Lisa had left. Sam broke the silence once he heard the back door close. “You know, you can talk to me, right Y/N?”

“Yeah, Sammy, thank you.” You looked up and gave him a halfhearted smile.

“No, not like this beat around the bush kind of talking. Like, really telling me how you feel. About Dean, about Lisa, about life. Anything and everything. You can trust me to keep your secrets. I feel like you and I are in the same boat right now. Neither of us expected to die, never mind come back, and it’s hard to see how life, Dean especially, changed while we were gone. I can tell this is all weighing on you. You’re not the same as you used to be.” He arched his neck to look down at you as much as he could. “If it makes you feel any better, I don’t like Lisa. Not at all. I don’t get what Dean sees in her. She has changed him into someone that I barely recognize, and I know you see it too.” Sam let out a small sigh of relief. “Man, I’ve been wanting to get that off my chest for a while.” His demeanor became more serious. “You know, I thought you and Dean would be together forever.”

His words helped you a little. “I thought we would be too. I guess I was just making our relationship out to be more than it really was.” You shrugged.

“What do you mean?” He questioned.

“I hadn’t even been dead for that long and he had already moved in with another woman. I’ve had a lot of time to think about this, and if the situations were reversed, then I would rather live the rest of my life alone than be with someone else if I lost Dean.”

“I don’t have an explanation for that, but I do know that you weren’t making it out to be more than it was. Dean was head over heels in love with you. I knew it from, literally, the moment we met you. And honestly, I think he still is. He just does a good job of hiding it.”

“Everyday hurts, Sam. Every time I have to see him with her.” You whispered. “Lately I’ve been asking myself why I’m still here. I mean, Dean asked us to stick around here and make a home base, but I don’t know if I can do that anymore.”

“You’re thinking about leaving?” He frowned.

“Yeah, maybe... I don’t know.” You traced circles in the snow beneath you. “What good am I doing here? Why do I keep putting myself through this pain? If I left, I could try and move on with my life.”

Sam nodded and waited a few moments before saying, “Well, I can’t stop you from leaving, or tell you how to live your life, but I’m going to miss you like hell if you do go. You’re literally my sister. But I understand where you’re coming from. I miss being out on the road and just living case to case. Domestic life isn’t for me, not right now anyway. But I could never leave Dean here by himself, so I’ll figure out a hybrid of the two.”

You didn’t say anything because you didn’t want to break down in tears. Sam could tell. “Let’s get back inside and change. It’s been a nice to take a break from research. We’ll go grab some hot chocolate and dinner before we dive back into the books. Deal?”

You smiled and nodded at him. Sam helped you up and put his arm around you as you walked back inside. “Sorry I hit you in the face with a snowball… multiple times.” You joked and elbowed his side a little.

“Oh, I’ll get you back for that at some point, don’t you worry. It was just good to see a glimpse of the old you again.” Sam smiled and held the door open for you. It felt good to vent to Sam, and it felt even better knowing that he was on the same page as you about Lisa. You didn’t want to hate her; you weren’t that kind of a person. But you just couldn’t help it.

Chapter 2

#dean winchester #dean x reader #dean x y/n #dean x you #supernatural #spn

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rusty-tetanus-nail · 3 years

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Never Look Away

Summary: Dean and Cas are forced to redefine their relationship as a decade old secret between them finally comes to light.

Dean jumps up, strangely offended.

“Okay, first of all, you’ve seen my browser history. Your true form doesn’t even make my top 10 weirdest things I’ve jerked off to, so that's a load of bull..."

Notes: This is the result of listening to Never Look Away by Vienna Teng for 10 hours gay.

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Careful not to wake him, Dean traces the outlines of Cas’s body illuminated by the reddish hues of the morning sun with his fingers. He can hardly believe it’s only been a year since they defeated God and pulled Cas out of the Empty with the promise of a love returned.

So much has changed in such little time. With the illusion of free will no longer binding Dean to a greater destiny and with Cas and Dean’s own feelings out in the open he finally allowed himself to want all the things he denied himself for so long, always prioritizing other people’s happiness over his own. Now he has it all. A house, a job, a family, a life, Cas. It was so hard at first, to stop looking for hunts and letting go of Sam so he too could start his own life with Eileen by his side, but in the end Dean had been too tired to fight his own desires any longer and gave in.

Fuck the voice of his father telling him his only purpose in life was to watch out for Sammy and fuck the man John wanted him to be. He helped save this world so he gets to live in it in whatever way he wants to and what he wants is to live his cheesy apple pie life waking up every day next to the man he loves.

Cas stirs in his sleep and Dean watches the translucent wings flutter against the light seemingly drinking up the morning sun. They used to be pitch black back when they first met. A beautiful sight, yet not quite fitting the man Cas would eventually become.

Then they burned and Dean could barely stomach to look at them knowing how much the culmination of all of Dean’s mistakes had hurt Cas so irreparably. And now the wings are whole again and even more awe-inspiring than before. Something about Dean rescuing Cas from the Empty or maybe a blessing from Jack has restored them leaving Dean with the desperate urge to touch the intangible. Watching one of the smaller eyes on Cas’ wings slowly flutter open Dean wonders if it would be rude to ask about the colour change and chuckles. The way the wings shimmer with all the colours of the rainbow is just so wonderfully, blatantly gay.

“What’s so funny?” Cas mumbles half asleep as a couple more eyes flutter open searching for the source of Dean’s amusement.

Dean leans over, one hand caressing Cas’ jaw and kisses him softly good morning.

“I just love you so damn much.” He whispers only inches away from his husband’s mouth and rests his forehead against Cas’.

Cas moves back to study Dean’s face questioningly. The familiar stare is so much more intense now that Dean can take all of Cas in without suffering through the burning sensation that always accompanied laying his eyes on something filled with angelic grace.

Dean swallows hard. Having all of Cas’ eyes so solely focussed on him and him alone is such a major turn on. He must be doing it on purpose. It’s unfair how such a simple action has so much of an effect on Dean.

“I don’t understand how that’s funny.” Cas says, one eyebrow raised.

“Then come and find out.”

Dean’s mind is already too far gone to care for the conversation and he pulls Cas closer by his shirt desperate to embrace the parts of Cas that he can actually touch. Now fully awake, Cas reciprocates the action enthusiastically pressing their lips together earnestly and climbing on top of Dean to explore his body with his hands and mouth. Not for the first time Dean curses his past self for not allowing himself to be loved by Cas years ago. There’s so much time they have yet to make up for. Luckily they’re both more than willing to try.

Dean’s musings are cut short when Cas’ attentions move downward as Dean’s legs get pushed apart and Cas presses against Dean’s growing erection.

“Fuck, Cas!” Dean groans and sees new galaxies forming inside Cas’ body. Always good to know that Cas enjoys this as much as Dean does.

The prodding stops and Dean lets out an embarrassing whine.

“Not yet.” Cas teases with a grin, all of his eyes’ attention once again on Dean alone. The bastard. Dean has half the mind to hit him upwards with his knee in retaliation, but soon gets distracted by Cas intertwining his hands with Dean’s and leaning down slowly to kiss the sensitive spot on Dean’s neck. He gasps and moves his neck so Cas can take him apart much easier.

In their closeness Cas’ celestial body engulfs Dean in his entirety and he is left again, breathless, by the unfathomable sight of his lover’s true form. Stars and skies in colours not named by men expand and swirl inside the translutient depths of the oceans and galaxies that make up the angels body as the golden halos’ luminescence submerges them both in it’s light. Dean would lose himself in the sight if it weren’t for the thousands of eyes, holding the knowledge of millenia, watching him unblinkingly in a way that is so Cas, so human, that Dean can’t see anything else but his stupid socially awkward self-sacrificing husband.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” Dean blurts out, giving voice to his thoughts.

Cas flinches away as if burned, his true form doing much the same. He wavers back against the bedroom wall as far away as possible from his vessel and curls in on himself. At least Dean assumes that’s what Cas is trying to do. Cas' true form, once taller than any skyscraper, has shrunk significantly with the absence of grace powering him up, but is still far too large to fit completely inside a house let alone a room.

“What’s wrong?” Dean asks sitting up.

Cas turns away, his eyes fluttering across the room looking for an escape. Dean gingerly places a hand on Cas’ shoulder and is relieved when he’s not pushed away.

“Hey, Cas, buddy. Whatever it is, you can tell me. I know it’s weird coming from me, but let’s not do this again. No more unnecessary secrets. Please.”

Cas takes Dean’s hand into his and nods. One slow measured breath and he starts talking.

“Dean, I- I know you can’t help seeing me this way, but I dislike it when you comment on my appearance.”

Cas’ vessel is still turned away, but out of the corner of his eyes Dean can see Cas, the real Cas, watching his reaction with interest.

“Well, uh, okay, if it makes you uncomfortable I can stop.” Dean starts awkwardly. “But let me assure you there is absolutely no reason for you to feel insecure about the way you look, you’re-” Dean trails off. You’re mind blowingly gorgeous and sometimes your beauty is so overwhelming that I’m scared I’ll cry if I look too closely.

At Dean's words, Cas finally turns to face him.

“I’m not ‘insecure’, Dean.” Cas bites out emphasizing his irritation with air quotes. “In fact my true form is counted as one of the most attractive among my brethren.”

Dean raises an eyebrow. No argument there. Cas is by far the prettiest angel he’s ever seen.

“And I am well aware that you find my vessel visually pleasing, but Dean, what you’re complimenting is not me. It’s Jimmy Novak.”

“Uh, Jimmy’s a good looking guy for sure, but the one who’s beautiful is definitely you.”

Instead of being reassured by Dean’s words Cas just sighs resignated.

“It’s kind of you to refer to my inner beauty, but we both know this is not what you meant. You see Jimmy’s face and call it beautiful. I don’t begrudge you for this but don’t like being confused with him.”

Oh Cas definitely has insecurities. How can he even think Jimmy fucking Novak is anywhere near as attractive as Cas himself?

“No, I meant exactly what I said. You, the you you, are fucking hot.”

Cas’ frowns, unhappy with Dean’s reply.

“It’s okay. I understand. It’s hard to keep Jimmy’s body and I seperate. There’s no need for you to backtrack to make me feel better. Let’s just stop arguing about this.”

“Oh no Jon Snow. Not so fast. Let me put this in terms even you and your insecure ass will understand.”

Dean takes Cas’ face into his hands and stares deeply into his eyes. The staring is a habit from back when Cas was still fully juiced up. With the angel grace making it near impossible to look at Cas’ true form without feeling like his eyes were on fire, the vessel's eyes were the only place Dean’s own could safely escape to.

“Your true form is incredibly attractive. Very sexy. Wings and all. If I could hit that, I would. Inner beauty not required.” He speaks slowly as if to a child. Apparently it was the wrong thing to do as Cas slaps Dean’s hands away unable to suppress his irritation any longer.

“Dean, you’ve never seen my true form and I can assure you if you had, its inhuman nature would stop you from ‘hitting that’.”

Dean jumps up, strangely offended.

“Okay, first of all, you’ve seen my browser history. Your true form doesn’t even make my top 10 weirdest things I’ve jerked off to, so that’s a load of bull and second of all…”

Dean grows quiet. What does Cas mean with Dean’s never seen his true form before? Wasn’t the ability to see angels part of being the Michael Sword or something? How could Cas not know? And even if he didn’t, they’ve known each other for over ten years. It must’ve come up at some point.

Dean rifles through his memories desperate to find the right one, but draws a blank and visibly blanches.

Cas had no reason to believe Dean could see him. Back when they first met, Cas made some assumptions and Dean didn’t correct him, not trusting the self proclaimed angel an inch. And then it’s always been the vessel Dean’s been talking to, never the one puppeteering it. At first out simple necessity, then out of pure habit.

Determined to rectify their decade old misunderstanding Dean makes his way through the bedroom and sits down right in front of what Dean assumes must be the angel equivalent of Cas’ face or maybe his hand. Either way the body part has enough eyes to have an honest conversation with and has been observing Dean and the vessel talk this whole time.

This is Cas. The real Cas. And it’s high time for Dean to stop averting his eyes.

Cas squirms under his stare.

“Dean, childishly staring at an empty wall won’t solve this.” Cas argues from behind Dean and Dean has to suppress the urge to turn around. The voice might be coming from the vessel, but the one talking is the angel in front of him.

“That’s not what I’m doing.” Dean says, looking directly into one of Cas’ bigger eyes. Cas freezes momentarily at the direct eye contact and then his eyes swirl around frantically trying to find whatever it is that Dean’s looking at. Dean's stomach tightens. It hasn’t been fair to make Cas feel as if he’s invisible just because it’s easier for his stupid human brain to talk to the vessel.

Dean reaches out attempting to touch the nervously fluttering wing next to him, but as expected his hand moves right through it. He smiles sadly.

“I’m sorry, Cas. It seems there’s something I’ve neglected to tell you. I thought you knew, but that’s not an excuse.” Dean pauses. “I’ve always been able to see you.”

There’s a storm brewing inside Cas, a tension. One wrong move and a star could explode setting off a supernova that is held at bay by nothing but a shimmering skin made of light and colours. His husband is nervous at the possibility of being seen, Dean realises and has no choice but to confirm Cas’ worry.

“When you were still full of grace I couldn’t look directly at you without fearing for my eyes, so I got used to looking at your vessel instead, but I’ve always known and seen the real you.”

Ever since Dean could remember gigantic and intangible creatures taller than skyscrapers with wings that could pierce the heavens have been watching him from a distance, their countless eyes following his every move. Scary, yet unimaginably beautiful. As a child Dean would try to describe them and ask what they were, but apart from his mom there was never anyone trying to hear him out.

“Children and their imagination.” Adults would say and ruffle his hair whenever he tried to ask about them and by the time he was four he realised that he’s the only one who could see them.

Then his mom died and all his questions and curiosity were left behind in the ruins of their broken home. Dean learned quickly that John had no use for children and their imaginary friends. He needed to grow up and become a soldier for his family’s sake. So he followed the orders, and pretended not to see these watchers following him around.

Later, when Dean was a teen and John was gone most of the time, Sam often dragged him to libraries and Dean would do his own research on the creatures in secret, too scared to ask anyone for help. John made it pretty clear he didn’t want Dean talking about them and Dean feared that if he told someone and didn’t have proof of their existence Dean would be sent off to a mental ward for seeing things that were simply not there. In the end it took dying and coming back to life to find his answers.

Despite having seen these creatures all of his life, when they summoned the one named Castiel, Dean needed a moment to figure out what he was seeing. He’s never been this close to any of them and the proximity was overwhelming. Dean was suddenly acutely aware just how Pamela's eyes could've been burned out so easily by the creature's visage.

In an attempt not to suffer the same fate as her, Dean averted his eyes and spotted a man entering the barn, his body connected with small tendrils to the large creature around him. A puppet, Dean thought, one he could touch and subsequently kill, so without another moment's hesitation Dean took the first shot. And then the second, a third. Neither the puppet nor the creature were faced by his attempts to fight, merely curious. As if Dean was nothing more but an ant trying to fight a giant.

“I’m the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition.” The puppet finally said, inhuman in everything but his appearance and so Dean stabbed him as a thanks for the introduction. Next thing he knew, Bobby was down and the guy began claiming to be an angel.

“There’s no such thing.” Dean said, but the voice of his mother telling him that angels were watching over him thought differently.

The man’s body straightened and the creature, Castiel, stood up, his form ending far beyond the barn’s roof and he spread his wings. Bolts of lighting exploded into an array of mesmerizing fireworks and Dean was left breathless before the angel. His terrifying beauty nesting deep inside Dean’s heart and he knew he was lost.

“No, you must be lying.” Cas says as his body trembles under Dean’s stare.

“I’m not.” Dean replies, leaving no room for debate and moves closer to Cas, who seems to be trying to escape through the bedroom wall. “So believe me when I say that you’re fucking beautiful and only thinking about you watching me with your many many eyes is enough to make me hard.”

Cas sputters incoherently and his body changes colours rapidly, eventually settling on a pinkish sort of hue. Oh. That’s new. Dean grins.

“Cas, Huggybear, are you blushing?” Dean teases, taking immense amusement in this new discovery. Cas swirls him around in an attempt to make Dean look at his vessel again, but with a true form as big as Cas’ it’s not hard to find a new part of Cas’ body to focus his attention on.

“No.” Cas growls defensively. “Stop looking.”

“Make me.” The reply is a bit cliché but Dean isn’t trying to win an Oscar. He’d much rather film a porn instead.

In the blink of an eye Dean is encased possessively in Cas’s wings and pushed onto the bed with urgency. Fuck yes.

#supernatural #spn #destiel #deancas #trueform!cas #time to sleep

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mysteryartisticwriter · 4 years

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I Tried // Adam Milligan X Reader

A/N: I remember seeing Jake Abel in ‘Percy Jackson and the Lightning Theif’ and loving him. Then when I found out he was in Supernatural about a few years ago I flipped bro. He didn’t deserve all those years stuck in the cage, I feel so bad for him :(( bUT NOW HE’S BACKKK

TAKES PLACE DURING 15x08 (SPOILERS IF YOU HAVENT WATCHED IT YET)

REQUESTS ARE OPEN BTW

Requested: No

Warnings: Mild angst, some talk about death, cursing

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Five years ago...

You sat at your computer in the bunker’s library. The library was dark, the only light being emitted from your screen. It was almost 6am and you weren’t getting anywhere with your research. You angrily closed a tab in your computer and rubbed your face, fighting sleep.

You took a deep breath and went back to your research. Just then, the lights of the library turned on, making you jump. You looked over to one of the entrances and saw both Winchester brothers standing in the doorway.

“(Y/n)?” Sam asked. “What are you doing up so early?”

You stammered, trying to look for an excuse or right words to say.

“I-I was looking for a case. We haven’t had one in at least a week so I-I figured I would do you guys a favor and search for one.”

Dean sighed, knowing you were lying.

“Hey,” The elder brother pulled up a chair next to yours. “What’s going on?”

“I already told you. I’m searching for a case-” You lied.

“Tell us the truth.” Sam pressured.

You sighed in defeat and pushed your laptop over to the men. They were able to see the many tabs you had pulled up about different types of spells for something.

“Do you remember what day it is?” You asked them.

Dean suddenly looked at you in panic. “Oh god, it’s not your birthday, is it? I could have sworn it wasn’t for a couple more months-”

“No, Dean. It’s not my birthday.” You interrupted him.

Sam, who was still looking through the tabs on your computers, looked back to you.

“Then what day is it?”

You gulped, forcing any upcoming tears or sobs that were trying to make its way out.

“It’s May 13th, the day that Adam was thrown into the pit with Michael.” You told them.

A harsh silence echoed throughtout the whole bunker. The three of you stared at each other while you waited for an answer from the two brothers. Sam could see memories flashing in his mind about the day that he threw himself, Lucifer, Michael and Adam into the pit. Guilt wallowed inside of him, remembering that he and Dean were forced to leave their half-brother in the cage.

They never really tried to get him back, thinking that they couldn’t bring him back or save him at all. It’s been five years now, and not a day didn’t go by when you didn’t think of the boy.

You had only known each other for a couple days before he said yes to the archangel. He was a sweet and funny guy even if he did have that Winchester attitude, the two of you got along very nicely since you were just a couple years younger than him. You weren’t together, but flirtations were exchanged, it was definitely one weird relationship.

When you were told by the brothers that they couldn’t save Adam too, you were crushed. It was strange, you barely knew Adam but your heart still ached knowing that you couldn’t save him.

A small tear slid down your cheek until you wiped it away as fast as you could, pretending as if nothing happened. You grabbed your laptop back from Sam and went through a couple tabs.

“It’s been five years now, and we haven’t brought him back yet. I’ve been up for the past few nights trying to search for another way to bring him back...”

“(Y/n)...”

“I know that I’m this close to finding the solution to getting him out of the cage, I swear it. I just need more time to find it and-”

“(Y/n)!” Dean called out to you, causing you to turn your head to him.

Dean had a guilty and bleak expression on his face, Sam looking at the floor, away from you.

“We can’t bring him back, you know that.” His words sympathic.

You shook your head. “No, no we found a way to bring Sammy back, didn’t we? If we brought Sam back then we can find another way to get Adam.”

“(Y/n), we were lucky to raise Sam out of Hell. You heard Cas, one person out and that’s it.” Dean insisted.

“We got Sam out! We can get Adam back out too! We have to get him out of there, he’s been there for five years now and...” You choked out, shielding your tears from the boys with your hands.

Sobs came from you and the two men slowly, but surely, wrapped their arms around you in a hug to comfort you. Tears cascaded down the two brother’s cheeks as well, a heavy pit in their stomachs from the constant guilt.

“He’s never coming back, is he, guys?” You whispered in between sobs.

Sam and Dean took glances between each other, sadly.

“No. No, he isn’t, sweetheart.” Sam admitted.

You felt like a failure. You were the one who was supposed to keep Adam away so he couldn’t say yes and now he was stuck in the cage for the rest of his life. He’d be totured for eternity all because you couldn’t save him.

The only sounds in the bunker were your cries.

Present time...

Somewhere inside a small diner, Jaci’s Red Wagon, a man sat at a booth waiting for his food. A waitree brought him his first order, a cheeseburger with fries. She sets the food onto the table and left the man to eat.

The man, Adam, grabbed his food and took a large bite into the burger, hungrily. He moaned in satifaction at the taste and happily chewed on his meal.

“You know that stuff will kill you, right?”

“Worth it.” He replied to the voice. “Michael, I haven’t seen a burger in 10 years.”

A hand from the other side of the booth grabbed a french fry from his plate and inspected it. Michael, inside of Adam’s mind, chuckled a bit and set the fry back on the plate.

“Go for it, kid.”

“You know, I know I don't need to eat. It just tastes so damn good.” Adam said as he picked up a fry and ate it.

“I wouldn’t know. I don’t know much about any of this. You'll be my guide.” Michael looked around the diner to all of the people eating and talking to people.

Adam saw the same waitress come back with a pan of pepperoni pizza, pushing his burger plate aside to make room for the pizza. The lady gently set the food onto the table in front of Adam, whose breath hitched at the sight of the delicious food.

He quickly thanked her and she responded with a smile and nod. Once she walked away, the blonde boy sniffed the amazing aroma of pizza and started to shake on some parmesan cheese and pepper.

“So, what about you? You gonna go back to heaven?” He asked the archangel.

The angel inside Adam’s head pursed his lips.

“I don't know. My brothers are dead. My father never returned. In so many ways, I'm alone.” He answered.

Adam thought about his own family. His mother and father were dead, and his half-brothers that didn’t even care about him.

“Yeah. Same here. It’s not like I have family waiting to see me.”

“You have the Winchesters, your brothers.” Michael added, a little confused on why he didn’t think of them first. “I met them once, and they let me rot in Hell.” Adam corrected him, wiping his mouth with a napkin.

“What about the girl? (Y/n) (L/n)?” The angel pondered.

Adam remembered the kind (h/c) hair colored girl who was a close family friend to the brothers. She was about his age, maybe a couple or few years younger, but he remembers liking her a lot. (Y/n) always made sure he was comfortable and occupied, and man did he feel guilty about disobeying her to say yes to the archangel inside him now.

“I...I don’t even know if she’s still them. Most likely she is since she was friends with them first but,” Adam thought carefully about his next words. “I doubt she even remembers me anymore. It’s been 10 years, anyway.”

Adam and Michael looked at each other knowingly. Both having similiar situations and because they had been left in the cage for so long, the two had become almost like friends. They’d created a sort of relationship within each other, neither completely taking over the other.

“Family.” Michael scoffed.

“Family sucks.”

A little while later after finishing all his meals and then ordering some cake for desert, Adam laid back in the comfy booth, looking around at all the people. He glanced over to some of the waitresses working, picking up plates and cleaning tables for their job.

“Maybe I should pick up some kinda little job.” He blurted out.

“A little job?” Michael asked, a little confused.

“Yeah. Yeah, I mean, these are the same clothes we went to hell in. We're gonna have expenses, right? And whatever change I had, I spent on food, so, it's not like I can go back to college,” Adam chuckled. “Not with an archangel inside of me.”

The man hadn’t noticed someone sneaking up behind him, and a hand rested onto his shoulder. Adam looked up to the person and saw a blonde haired woman smiling down at them.

“Hello, Michael.”

Adam’s eyes glowed a bright blue, signifying that he was no longer at the wheel, but instead the angel.

“Lilith.” He growled.

The woman let go of his shoulder and walked over to the other side of the booth.

“You’re dead.”

“Was. Now,” Lilith turned to him and swung her hips. “I’m back, baby.”

She sat down at the other seat, her face turning serious. “And I’ve been sent to fetch you.”

“I'm not accustomed to being fetched. Who sent you?” Michael questioned, his voice low.

“You have to ask? Your daddy. God. Yeah, he'd like a word.” Lilith answered him, Michael’s expression turning to mild shock and confusion.

“You're lying.”

“Really not.” The demon took a finger full of cake frosting into her mouth.

“Then why would he send you, a demon, a speck of infernal bile?” He spat at her.

Lilith’s face turned mockingly sad and offended. “One, ouch. Two, maybe because we worked together before. Remember? Setting off the Apocalypse?”

“To try and bring God back.” Michael corrected her.

“Right. Didn't work then, but then he came back on his own. So, win?”

Michael’s face grew closer to her but remained emotionless.

“If that's true if...he can come talk to me himself.”

The female demon just rolled her eyes.

“Yeah. Except, I'm not supposed to leave without you.” Lilith told him, staring into his eyes.

“Get out.” He threatened, voice dripping with venom.

“Michael,” Lilith reached over and grabbed his wrist firmly. “I can’t fail him.”

Michael stared hard at the hand at his wrist then turned to face Lilith, eyes glowing blue once more. The demon started to glow a bright yellow and bright light, enveloping the whole diner.

Once it had disappeared, all that was left in Lilith’s place was a piece of black clothing. Michael carefully looked around the resturaunt to see everyone staring at him in awe. People started to whisper about what had just happened and the archangel sighed.

“Remember nothing.”

With that, he snapped his fingers and all the customers and workers went back to doing what they had done before, as if nothing had even happened. Michael and Adam pushed away the plate of cake, no longer hungry.

Michael and Adam could hear Castiel praying to them, well mainly Michael but technically it was both since they shared a body. Michael felt himself get angry at Castiel’s words about his father. He believed that God, their father was their enemy? The archangel could only scoff at that.

Still, he sent a message to Castiel through the angel radio. He told him to meet them at a warehouse, someplace where they could talk alone and privately.

The trenchcoated angel was walking around the warehouse, waiting for his brother. He could sense that he was near, but not visible yet.

“Michael?” Castiel called out.

The sound of flapping wings came from behind him so he turned to find Michael, still inside Adam’s body, standing there.

“Thank you. Thank you for coming.” The archangel only stared at him. “Do you remember me?”

“You called me ‘ass-butt’ and set me on fire. And then you helped send me to Hell.” Michael replied, menacingly.

Castiel looked down awkwardly at the floor, remembering the moment. “I did.”

“And now what? You've come to tell me that God, my father, creator of all things, is my enemy?” Michael glared hard at the angel. “Or maybe you just came to beg for forgiveness.”

Castiel lightly smirked.

“Oh, I didn’t come to beg.”

A lighter flicking open in Cas’ hand caught the man’s attention. He dropped it onto the floor of the warehouse and a ring of fire began to burn around Michael, trapping him inside.

Michael looked around the fire in a slight panic before returning his gaze to Castiel, whose face showed slight regret. The sound of plastic curtains moving made him turn towards the entrance, three figures emerging from the dark.

Adam and Michael could see the figures turn into Sam and Dean Winchester, but what caught Adam’s eye inside of his own mind was the (h/c) short haired female standing beside them. (Y/n) had definitely aged, but not too much, still looking as beautiful as the day he met her. Her hair much short and a little taller than before.

Your breath hitched as you saw Adam, or Michael since that’s who was in control at the time. Ten years and he hadn’t changed that much. Older, yes but he still looked like the boy you left in Hell all those years ago. Keeping a straight face, you held up a pair of angel cuffs and showed it to him.

Knowing what was about to happen, Michael turned to his brother with a sneer.

“Castiel, what have you done?”

After capturing Michael and taking him back to the bunker in cuffs, you all stood in one of the interrogation rooms. You could feel the tension was so thick that even an angel blade couldn’t cut it. The four of you stood on the opposite side of the room, facing a powerless archangel as he stared back at you.

“Even for you, especially for you, this is stupid.” Michael commented.

“Good to see you, too Mike.” Said Dean, sarcastically.

Michael looked at each one of you, looking at Dean then to his brother.

“Sam. You look well. Last time I saw you in the Cage...”

“Yeah, it doesn’t matter.” Sam said in an almost whisper.

You could feel Michael’s eyes on you as he came closer to you all. There was a brief silence as you felt his eyes staring down at you. All you could do was just look away, wanting to see Adam, not Michael.

“We need your help. God-” Sam began to say until he was interrupted by the archangel.

“I’ve heard. Repeatedly.” Michael glanced over to where Cas stood as he sat down in the chair.

“Well then you’re aware-”

“I’m not aware of anything. You're asking me to trust you. You, who doomed me, you, who let Lucifer walk free while your own brother sat in hell.” He barked, feeling protective of the youngest Winchester he grew close to.

You were close to crying. You had tried for years to get Adam back but failed. Eventually, the brothers had convinced you that there was no way of getting him out. Dean looked down at the floor in guilt.

“Doing what we do, we've had to get used to losing people.” Sam tried to tell him.

“Probably a little too used to it.” You added, speaking for the first time.

Cas glanced over to you in concern, but you just looked to him with your lips in a thin line then back to Michael. Adam, inside his own head, could feel himself getting a bit jumpy inside after hearing your voice after so long.

“With Adam, we said goodbye because we thought we had to. We were wrong.”

Michael stared down the man with hard eyes. He always wondered if the brothers ever tried to get Adam back, but apparently not. But if the Winchesters didn’t try, did (Y/n)?

“Well, don't tell me.” Michael said, shaking his head. “Tell him.”

You all stared at him, confused, not understanding what he meant by that. Suddenly, his eyes flashed a blue glow, his body straightening up. Adam glanced to Dean, to Sam, then finally you. He pulled his lips into a short smile.

“Hey, (Y/n),” He then looked to his brothers. “Sam, Dean.”

Your lips formed into a wide grin, happy to hear the real Adam’s voice. It was deeper than when you first met him but that didn’t matter. You just wanted to go up to him and give him the tighest hug ever then never let go.

“Adam.” You said in a small whisper.

You were just about to go run up to him when you were stopped by the arm of Castiel. His eyes telling you stand down and wait until they were done talking first. Hesitantly, you silently agreed. Adam felt a bit upset, he wanted to hold you more than anything as of right now.

“Adam?” Asked Sam, trying to confirm it was really him.

Adam jokingly raised his hands, pretending as if he was about to attack. You would have laughed if it weren’t for the current situation.

“Wait, Mic-Michael lets you talk? I mean, he lets you be?” Questioned Dean.

You were actually just as surprised as the boys, remembering when Dean said yes to Michael to kill Lucifer and he ended up being overriden by the angel for a while.

“Uh, yeah.” Adam nodded. “In the Cage, we came to an agreement. We only had each other.”

Needless to say, you were kind of impressed, actually. You’ve never seen an angel and a vessel come to an agreement or be at peace within each other. It was always the angel being the one at the wheel, never really the vessel.

But it also pained you as you heard Adam’s words. It was just the two of them for so many years, only them in the cage after Sam and Lucifer left. If you had tried harder, maybe they both could have gotten out earlier.

“Adam, look, I know we bailed on you, okay, and there is nothing that we can say to fix that.” Dean admitted to him.

The blonde just sighed.

“How about an ‘I'm sorry’?”

After being trapped in Hell for so many years, all he wanted was an apology from his family. Your heart broke, thinking of the toture he must have gone through and how much pain he felt about being abandoned. Adam was strong, a humble man for only wanting an ‘I’m sorry’.

Adam’s eyes glowed blue for a moment and he grunted, moving around in his cuffs and seat. Michael was back now.

“Enough. Why am I here?” Michael questioned.

Cas spoke up after being quiet for a while. “Michael, we needed to speak with you because God is back. You didn't think the Cage just opened on its own, did you?”

“If my father is back, he will usher in Paradise.”

“No, he won't.” Michael turned to you. “Because Paradise is boring, and your dad...he's just looking to be entertained.” You explained, recalling about when Chuck killed Jack.

“Which means we're his puppets. All of us, especially you.”

The archangel stood up furiously, his face brooding.

“I won't hear this. You're lying.” Michael pointed each and every one of you. “I don't know what your agenda is, but you're lying.” He swore, not wanting to back down on his loyalty to his father.

“Michael...” Cas began to say until Adam managed to switch back with the archangel.

“Hey. It's Adam.” He chuckled, you smiling softly at him.

“I'd give it a rest. He's not listening.”

You and the boys sighed in defeat. Michael was too loyal to his father, not wanting to believe anyone who questioned God’s orders. This was going to be tough.

Later, after the you and boys had left Adam and Michael, Adam, still in the angel cuffs, tried to convince the archangel about joining his brothers.

“So, I've been thinking. Maybe they're not lying.” Adam said as he sat down at the desk in the middle of the room.

Michael, standing on the side, scoffed at his words.

“H-Hear me out. Sam, Dean and...(Y/n) try to be on the right side of things. They actually do. They tried to talk me out of taking you on, for example, out of all of this.” Adam began.

“So, you forgive them?”

“Oh, hell no! No. But that's not what this is about.” Adam faced Michael. “It's...look, if they tell you something's off with God, it's because they believe it's true. And if they believe it, it probably is true.”

You were about to come into the room to talk to Adam with a couple beers, you could hear him talking to someone. But you knew no one else was in the room because no one was replying to him, it was just his voice. You paused before entering, waiting.

“You and I have been together for years. My father and I have been together for eternity. I exist because he willed it.” Michael exclaimed, though you couldn’t hear it.

“So he's having a mid-eternity crisis!” Adam turned to his friend. “Or!...Or, maybe you don't know your dad as well as you think you do.”

You snickered under your breath, now realzing he was probably talking to Michael in his mind. He made a point, Michael didn’t know his father all that well, just like how you and the Winchesters thought you knew him too.

In the room, Michael was about to go off on Adam but instead just turned to face the wall. He walked up the small pairs of steps up to the upper floor.

“The point is parents keep secrets, right? Does it hurt to ask the question?”

Gripping the railing tightly, Michael snapped.

“Yes! It would! It would mean that I doubt him. The good son, the favorite, doubts his father.”

Adam leaned in as close as he could to Michael.

“You still care about that? After he left you in the Cage?”

Adam knew he had truly set off something inside of Michael. He could see his nose flaring from anger and his neck began turning a slight red. Hearing no more talking, you took your chance to enter the room.

“Glad to know that at least one of you believes us.”

Adam looked away from Michael to see you entering the room, two beers in hand. He straightened himself up in his seat, smiling slightly.

“I brought some beers, hoping we could maybe talk.” You asked, setting the alcohol onto the table.

“Yeah, I guess I could use a beer after not having one for 10 years.” Adam teased you.

It wasn’t very funny to you, though. Ten years without Adam, ten years he had suffered. Five years ago when you officially gave up on trying to bring him back, you remembered Sam and Dean telling you how nothing could be done. You lived those next five years thinking you would never see him again. And now, here he is.

“Adam-”

“Did you ever try?” You looked up to him, his expression more serious. “Did you at least ever try to get me out?”

“Oh Adam, if you knew the amount of times I tried to make a deal, looked up a spell- hell anything that would even have the slightest chance to get you out of the Cage...” You stopped for a moment. “I didn’t give up until Sam and Dean had to get me out of my spunk. I spent so many nights of research for you that I still have the eyebags.”

Adam laughed at your joke, you joining him as it echoed throughout the room. When it died down, a comfortable silence replaced it. You and the blonde male just took a moment to stare at one another, taking in each other’s presence.

“I tried, Adam. I really did. But...it was never really enough. I was never enough to save you. I am so, so sorry.” You cried softly.

A tear escaped down your cheek and your controlled breathing was the only sound. Adam could see it in your eyes, you really did try. His brothers, the ones who didn’t even try, were the ones who convinced you otherwise. Out of the corner of his eye, Michael stood behind you, looking at the blonde. He lightly smiled and nodded.

“Well...you did try more than I think my brothers could,” You peeked at Adam through your tears. “I forgive you.”

You stared at him in shock, he just forgave you that quick? If that were you, it would have taken probably years to accept an apology from being left in the Hell. Adam was really something.

“Now, you gonna share a beer with me or are we just gonna sit here all day?”

You giggled. “You’re still in the angel cuffs. Am I gonna have to hold the beer for you?”

“Or you could just hold my hand and I hold the beer.”

The two of you laughed together, you blushed at his words.

“Then you wouldn’t be able to drink, idiot.” You countered.

“Any excuse to hold your hand is fine to me.” He winked.

“You’re so weird.”

“You love me, anyway.”

You smirked. “Of course I do. I didn’t wait for you for 10 years to end up not loving you.”

“You love me?”

You haulted in your tracks. Fuck, you really just outed yourself didn’t you?

“Yes.”

“Well then,” His mouth formed into a grin. “I guess I love you too.”

A/N: Tbh, I don’t really like how this ended but it’s the best I’ve got so deal with it lol. Stay safe, loves!

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dreams-madeof-strawberrylemonade · 5 years

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Sound of Nature- Part 1

Warnings: Slight drinking and swearing Word count: 1945 Josh Kiszka x Reader

Part 1- By the Fire

After a couple of hours, you finally got to the destination. To be completely honest, hearing Josh and Jake arguing every 15 minutes annoyed you the most and you were already tired of hearing them argue. Vic had fallen asleep on the road, her legs propped up against the chair Sammy was on.

You finally hopped out of the car and stretched your legs. You look around at the wonderful view surrounding you: a large lake was extended nearby, and almost on the shore, was a small treeless portion, ideal for camping. Over the lake, you could see the shape of the mountains forming. You take a deep breath in and enjoy the silence around, which was interrupted only by the occasional sound of leaves being blown by the soft, chilly wind and the light chirps of the birds nearby.

“This is going to be a lot of fun, don’t you think?” Josh spoke up, approaching you. You turned your head to see him better and the image in front of your eyes was looking like an art piece. You took a moment before answering, to take in the sight- Josh’s soft curls being slightly ruffled from the wind, his smile that always brightened your day and the landscape behind, made it all seem like too much. You have obviously fallen for him quite a while ago, but you wouldn’t admit that because you knew it would only break your heart to hear the truth- that you were only friends and the possibility to be anything more than that didn’t exist.

“It definitely will be, if you and Jake wouldn’t argue as much as you did on the road,” you laughed sassily, trying to hide the slight pink tint that your cheeks got.

“Hey, who said that I will argue with Jake? I could argue with Sam, or Danny if that will make you feel better,” he laughed, showing his perfect set of teeth once again.

You grinned a little and walked towards the car. You started helping the unpacking. You unloaded the snacks from the trunk while the boys started fighting the tents.

It took them quite some time to set up all your tents, but once they were done, everything looked perfect. The sun just began to set and the last of its shiny rays made the lake water sparkle like jewels. You admired everything- the lake shining for the last minutes that day, the camp finally set up, the wooden logs set around the place where soon a fire will be lit, and most importantly, your best friends laughing.

“Should we light the fire?” you ask. “It’s starting to get dark.”

The boys stopped unpacking the drinks and snacks they brought and looked at each other and the smile from their faces slowly faded away.

“You forgot to get wood, didn’t you?” you raised an eyebrow, barely holding back a laugh.

“What are you looking at? Go get some! Meanwhile, me and Y/N need to have a talk.” Victoria pitched in, pointing at you.

The boys slowly approached the shallow forest behind our small camp.

“Y/N, this is your chance,” Vic said as she approached you. “Tell Josh how you really feel about him.”

You blinked and tried to play dumb. “And how do I feel about him?” Victoria has been your best friend for years now, but since your last relationship, you still had trust issues with anyone, her included. You didn’t confess to anyone, ever, what was on your mind, love-related. You liked to keep these things to yourself. But seems like Victoria saw right through you this time.

“Come on, don’t start this. I am not going to force you, but all I am saying is that if you were looking for the right time to talk to him about this, this is the moment. I see the way you look at him, it’s obvious,” Vic tried to talk you out of keeping things to yourself.

You promised Vic you would think about it, but didn’t promise you would say anything. Just in time, Danny returned to the camp, shortly followed by Sam, Jake and Josh. They sat down the branches they brought.

“Who’s ready to get fucking drunk?” Josh let out a shout, a shout that turned into a song. Everyone cheered as he held two bottles of alcohol up.

You all got your drinks in small quantities, and you started having a good time. Jake took out the guitar and played a couple of his favorite songs and Josh picked up his new hobby- storytelling. He told you stories from the tour they just got back from.

You were sat cross-legged on the log across the one where Josh was, braiding Danny’s dark hair and listening to the stories Josh told you. Vic was sitting next to Sam, playing cards, and she was beating him.

Slowly but surely, everyone got a little drunk.

“How about we play a truth or dare game?” Vic suggested. Your eyes moved from your fingers tangled in Danny’s hair to Vic’s eyes in an instant. You knew what she was trying to do.

“Dare,” Josh started, his lips curved up in a grin. You stopped for a moment from doing anything and looked at Josh. It was cruel- this feeling you had. Even though you grew up with the boys and they were your best friends, you were still feeling guilty that you couldn’t tell any of them about how you felt about Josh, not even him. Even though you knew they had always helped you with any kind of problem and you knew how supportive they have always been, you still couldn’t tell them anything. You couldn’t tell them the way your heart skipped a beat every time Josh smiled, laughed or hugged you.

You spaced out for a while, and snapped back to reality when you heard Josh’s loud laughs coming from the lake. Vic dared him to jump in fully clothed, and Josh, being Josh, obviously agreed. He soon returned to the fireplace, water dripping off of him. Once he got a fresh change of clothes, he took back his place on the log, by the fireside.

“You’re next,” he said pointing at you. Your cheeks slightly light up, thank God it was dark outside and no one could notice.

“Truth.”

“What’s your favorite memory, ever?”

Every single one we have together you wanted to say, but stopped just in time. After a moment of thinking, you picked a particular one. “When we all went on the 4th of July at a barbecue in the countryside and then went to a pool, three years ago. Do you remember that day? The dog of the old lady living nearby our barbecue spot started chasing us and he chased us for a long time, until we gave up a vegan sausage, which it didn’t eat, but at least it left us alone.”

The boys slightly laughed at the memory of that day as you resumed, this time, unbraiding Danny’s hair. His hair was even frizzier than before and it made you chuckle as you played with his hair. Sam filled everyone’s glasses once again as the game continued.

The game continued for quite some time, but the boys were starting to get tired. You weren’t tired, you were actually having a good time, so you decided to stay outside until sunrise. Everyone but Josh left in their tents. Josh drank the rest of his drink and motioned with his hand to come next to him.

Your heart skipped a beat, as usual. You sat down on the log next to him and admired the landscape for a moment. Josh laid down on the log, head in your lap and his eyes moved from the starry night sky with red hints from the upcoming sunrise to your face as his lips parted and eyes slowly closed.

“Y/N?” he asked after a while, as if to check if you were still awake. You just hummed as a response. “Do you know which is my favorite memory?”

“The memory that you were born 5 minutes before Jake?” you joked and managed to earn a laugh from Josh. His eyes opened and looked straight at you.

“That too. But I wanted to tell you that the moment you came for us at the airport, last week,” he answered as his eyes closed again. “We have known each other for what- 15 years now? When we met for the first time I would have never imagined that we will still be best friends after so many years. I am thankful for having someone like you in my life.”

This made your heart skip a beat and you remembered the day you met Josh and Jake for the first time.

They were both eight, as were you. You just moved in the neighborhood, and your mother insisted you go with her and meet the neighbors. When Karen Kiszka opened the door, you could see the two boys fighting over the remote, in the room behind her. They stopped when they saw you looking at them and they approached the door. Karen invited you and your mother into their home.

Josh approached you and extended his arm. “I am Joshua Michael Kiszka,” he said and you grabbed his hand and shook it.

“Y/F/N, nice to meet you Joshua Michael,” you smiled.

“I am Jake,” Jake said as well and did the same gesture as Josh.

“Do you want to see our dad’s record collection?” Josh suggested shyly and you nodded eagerly.

You followed the boys and spent hours with them. They played you all their favorite records and by the end of the day, Karen served you all with fresh cookies and hot chocolate, and you then met Sammy, who was three years younger than you and the twins.

As the days passed, you all started getting along better and better. Some years later, when Sammy met Danny, you all met and got along perfectly.

Your eyes teared up a little bit at this memory. You quickly wiped the tear off your cheek, but Josh had already noticed it.

“Hey, what happened?” he quickly stood up and put a protective arm around your shoulder. He has always done this, since you were kids. Every time you fell in the park and hurt your knee or your arm, Josh came next to you and comfort you.

“It’s nothing, Josh,” you lied and faked a smile. You stood like that for a moment, in silence.

Josh obviously didn’t fall for your fake smile. “Y/N, what’s going on? Is it something I said? I am so, so sorry, I didn’t think it would make you sad-”

“No, Josh, it’s alright, really. I just thought about this, about us. How time passed and we still remained best friends even though we’ve been through so much bullshit together and had our fair share of fights, and-“ you started but stopped just in time. And I like you, Josh, but I don’t want to mess up our friendship- that’s what you wanted to tell him.

“And?” he insisted. He pulled you into a hug, a reassuring one. A hug that said I am here for you, through good and bad.

You hugged him back and finally let it out, in a whisper. “And I like you.”

He pulled away from the hug and looked you straight in the eyes. The sky behind you got a red and orange color, while the clouds remained dark-colored and the fire beside you was giving off heat was lighting up Josh’s facial features. But his eyes remained unreadable.

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forever-your-soldat · 5 years

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After Blackwood Mountain

Photo and characters are not mine.

Mike

Entering the oddly silent room, Mike looked around for anyone that might be around, grabbing an umbrella before he carefully shut the door behind him. “Babe? You here?” He called out as he took cautious steps further inside, his heart hammering against his ribs as he tried to locate his girlfriend’s whereabouts.

Every creak made his skin crawl as he grew anxious with every passing second. ‘Where the hell is she?’

And a thud from upstairs made him flinch before he started walking toward the stairs. His grip on the umbrella tightened as he hurried over. When he saw where the sound was coming from, his heart rate picked up, seeing as the sound came from his girlfriend’s room.

With slow steps, he began raising his weapon while his free hand reached for the door knob and slowly twisted it. When he saw that it wasn’t locked, he pushed the door open, ready to swing when a squeal met his ears.

“Mike!”

The male pauses as he takes in what’s happening in front of him. Y/n was there, on the ground with a dog on top of her. As soon as their eyes meet, Mike breathes out before rubbing the bridge of his nose. “Babe, what are you doing?” He asks while placing the umbrella by the door and Y/n sits up while rubbing the dog’s head.

“Were you seriously about to hit me with an umbrella?” She sassed playfully as the dog on her lap barked. “I thought something happened to you. I was calling out but you weren’t saying anything!” He defended before kneeling down and examining the pup.

“Where did you get this?” He asks before reaching his hand out for the dog to smell. When the dog started to lick his hand, he couldn’t help but smile. “Well, since I get really anxious when I’m alone, my parents thought why not? I can take care of you, so they’re sure I’m more than capable of taking care of a dog.”

Mike raised a brow at this. “Mind you, you’re the one who’s a handful.” He stated, causing Y/n to gasp. “Michael, I cannot believe what I’m hearing.” She lightly smacked his arm, triggering a laugh to bubble from his lips.

“Better believe it, hon.”

Chris

“Come on, Chris! Work those skinny legs!” A groan echoed among the laughter and Chris huffs as he tries catching up with Y/n, Sam, and Mike. “For the record, my legs aren’t skinny.” He quipped as he caught his breath. “That’s all muscle down there.” And Sam can’t help but roll her eyes at the remark since she’s heard it once before.

“Then put it to use. My grandpa can jog faster than you.” Y/n teased, earning a small glare from the boy and Mike placed a hand on his shoulder. “She’s only playing with you man.” He laughed as they all continued walking.

“So, after this, what are you guys planning to do?” Sam asked as she draped an arm on Y/n’s shoulder. “I don’t really have plans after so I might head back home.”

Hearing this, Mike smirked at the other male and lightly nudged him. “What?” Chris asked as he looked over and Mike gestured over to the two girls. “Go ask her out already.”

Hearing this made Chris choke on air as he looked at Mike as though he’s grown a second head. “Are you crazy?” He asked him, though Mike only shrugged. “What? It’s not like she’ll say no.” He told him.

“Come on, Mike. After the shit we went through, a relationship is probably the last thing on her mind.” Chris was quick to dismiss him, but Mike was insistent as he continued to match his pace. “Oh come on. It doesn’t have to be a relationship right off the bat. Just take her on a few dates then see where it goes from there.” He suggested and Chris sighed while shaking his head.

“Maybe this is the perfect chance even! Take her on a date and help get her mind off everything that happened.” Mike continued and Chris couldn’t help but groan before he noticed both Sam and Y/n were staring at them.

“You guys, we can hear you from here.” Sam giggled, making Chris pale and Mike’s jaw dropped a bit as he looked at Chris. “Crap.”

“Chris, if you want, we can go to the arcade or something.” Y/n grinned before she turned back to Sam and proceeded with their walk, leaving both boys stunned as they watched from their spots.

“Well, at least you got a date.”

“Shut up, Mike.”

Matt

“I’m making a wild guess that Em is still talking shit about you.” Y/n chuckled as she sat down across Matt, who had his head down on the table’s flat surface.

“This is Em we’re talking about. She doesn’t just let things go.” He answered plainly, making the girl chuckle as she pulled her notebook out. “Well, are you going to let her go on and harass you whenever she sees you breathing?” She teased before Matt picked his head up and rolled his eyes. “Very funny.”

“I was just saying.” Y/n defended before she met his gaze. “You gotta man up. Talking back to her so she knows she was in the wrong too doesn’t mean you’re disrespecting her.” She told him before resting her chin on her hand. “Correcting her is different from disrespecting based on how you intend to deliver it.”

“Why are you right?” He sighed while rubbing his face. “I deal with Jess a lot of times, Em too when we were all still close.” Y/n answered softly as she smiled. “I just know them like that like how I know you.” A smile finally reaches his face before nodding his head. “Yeah, okay.”

Matt knows he’ll be seeing Emily again. They go to the same school and live in the same neighborhood. It was bound to happen. Though what he wasn’t expecting was to find Y/n being cornered by her. “Em, you know that I would never do that.” He heard, but it only fueled Emily’s anger.

“Yeah, right. You were just waiting for Matt and I to breakup so you could snatch him and play hero.” She snapped but Y/n shook her head. “No! Em, both of you are my friends. I wouldn’t do that!” She told her as Emily took a step closer.

Matt was quick to intervene as he stepped between the two. “Emily, that’s enough. Leave Y/n alone.” But this only directs her anger to him as her eyes narrowed on him. “So now you show up. Just as I was getting to the good part.” This seems to anger Matt as he steps forward.

“Em, just back off already! You can’t keep blaming everyone else for everything that happened. Y/n has been nothing but kind and understanding to both you and me. So cut her some slack.” He told her. And when he saw that she was about to retort, he beat her to it.

“Also, you broke up with me and you were the one who kept acting like a spoiled brat. You’re too controlling and you only think of yourself! For once in your life, think about how you’ve been acting before you start messing with someone else.”

Both girls were stunned by Matt’s sudden burst of confidence as he pulled Y/n away. When they were finally far away from Emily, Y/n looked up to Matt and grinned. “Holy shit.” Was all she could say and the boy smiled before kissing her forehead.

“For real.”

Josh

Josh is alive here. Shut up.

Y/n smiled lightly as the door opened and both Mr. and Mrs. Washington let her in. “How is he?” The teen asked while the Washington’s looked over their son, who was curled up on the couch in their living room. “He seems to be a bit better now. He’s been trying to talk to us the whole morning.” Mrs. Washington said as she watched her son.

“We don’t know how we can thank you enough, Y/n. If you hadn’t gone to look for him...” The girl quickly shook her head as she smiled at the two. “It’s okay. Josh means a lot to me and despite what he did, I understand. I didn’t want to just leave him there.” She answered while glancing over the living room.

“We really appreciate it.” Mr. Washington said before he stood up. “Go ahead and talk to him. We’ll be upstairs.” Y/n nodded and quietly walked over to where Josh was sitting as to not startle him. When he turned his head to look at her, a smile broke out on his face. “H-Hi.”

Y/n waved before she sat in front of him. “Hey, you. How are you feeling?” She asks while Josh rocks slightly back and forth but he doesn’t respond to the question and just calls her name. “Yeah, it’s me. I’m here, Josh.”

Y/n can’t help but feel the sadness that swells in her chest before she shifts closer. “I’m so sorry I wasn’t able to help you out in the past. I swear, I’m not going anywhere anymore.” She murmured before she slowly reached out to touch his cheek but pauses, waiting to see if he’d let her too close. But Josh shows her a small smile as he clasps her outstretched hand with his own while pressing his cheek against the palm of her hand.

His skin is warm against her own and she knows that they’re both alive. All that was left was to help pick him up and get better.

Sam

“I think you lost me there.” Sam laughed when Y/n furrowed her brows as she stared at the map on her phone. After a few months that they’ve been rescued from the mountains, Sam decided that it would be a good idea to finally go out and explore. And what better way to do that than dragging her not official girlfriend with her?

"Trust me, Y/n. I know where we're going so calm down." The blonde laughed while she focused on the road ahead of them. Ever since the incident, she's noticed how wary Y/n has been when going to places. She's always looking around. Paranoid.

And somehow, Sam feels bad that she had to go through all that and she was barely there the entire time. The only time they finally found each other was when Sam had gone to find Mike and as soon as she saw the girl, she could see the look of pure terror on her face.

"It's a really nice and relaxing place. Please just trust me on this." Sam pleaded as she glanced at the girl beside her.

Y/n stares at her side profile before she let out a sigh and leaned back on her seat. "Fine." She muttered as her arms crossed over her chest while she settled to just stare out of the window.

Once they've finally reached the place, Y/n blinks in confusion as she sees that there's only a cliff waiting for them. "Sammy, I know that I can get annoying but I didn't think you'd want me dead." She mused, earning a strange look from the other girl.

"What the hell are you talking about?" She asked before taking the other's hand and directed her closer to the cliff, and Y/n sees the blanket, pillows and basket. "Oh."

Sam couldn't help but laugh at the look on Y/n's face before she brought her over so they could lay down.

"So you took me all the way out here for a romantic little date?" Y/n chuckled while looking up at the blonde and Sam smiles before kissing her forehead. "Not entirely." Now this confuses Y/n as she lifts her head to get a better look at the other.

"Well," Sam begins as they sat up. "I wanted to ask you if we could maybe... make it official?" She asked carefully. "I know it's been months, but will you be my girlfriend?"

A smile broke out on Y/n's face before nodding. "I would love to, Sammy." And for the first time, Sam leaned over before their lips met into a soft and gentle kiss.

Jessica

A ringing resounded inside the confinements of Y/n's room as she picks her head up from the ground. Reaching for her phone, she checks the caller ID before furrowing her brows in slight confusion.

Why is Jess calling?

They weren't exactly the closest, but they did talk before they had all gone back to the mountains. After that, everything just seemed to fall apart.

"Jess?" There's silence before a small voice greets her ear. "C-Can you come over?" It wasn't a simple question. By the tone of her voice, it was almost like a plea and Y/n was on her feet in seconds, grabbing her things and heading out. "I'll be there in a couple minutes. What's wrong?"

Though this time, a sob is what answers. "Hey, Jess, you're okay. You're fine." Y/n coaxing her as she got on her car and started the engine. "I-It's not that... it's Mike." Now this is confusing. Was something wrong with Mike?

"Okay. I'm already on the way, so hold on." She kept the call going until finally reaching Jessica's doorstep. It was immediately thrown open and Y/n catches the blonde that basically lunged at her, face buried to her shoulder while her arms wrapped tight around her waist.

Y/n wraps her arm around the other's shoulders before she maneuvers them into the house, lightly kicking the door close before they walked to the living room.

"Jess, what's wrong? What happened with Mike?" She asked as soon as they were seated, but Jessica has yet to let go of her.

But she's quiet. Did she fall asleep?

Just when Y/n was about to speak again, Jessica cut her off. "He broke up with me."

It's a sad and broken whisper. Y/n could actually hear the pain laced in her words that it causes her to hold the girl tighter.

"He said that... he couldn't do it anymore, that I wasn't the me he loved."

Now that was bullshit.

"Jessica, look at me." Y/n gently pulls away to hold the blonde's face in her hands. "What Mike did was wrong. If he really did love you, he would have understood what you're going through. If he really did love you, he wouldn't just give up on you like that. If he did love you, he wouldn't care if you were super confident or shy or scared or whatever, okay?" Tears pricked at Jessica's eyes but Y/n brushes them away.

"You are fine just as you are and if Mike can't see that, I'm afraid he's lost everything he could have asked for." Once she's finished speaking, she pulls Jessica back into her arms and lets the girl rest.

"Thank you. I don't know what I'd do without you."

Ashley

"Ash! What are you doing?" Said girl looked up with a small pout as the taller girl entered the room. "Hey Y/n." She greeted casually, pulling the streamers off of her then placing them down on the table, making the h/c to raise a brow.

"Don't hey Y/n me. What the hell were you doing? You could have gotten hurt." The slightly taller girl scolded as she walked closer to inspect the items on the table.

“I just wanted to surprise you!” She defended while crossing her arms. “You’ve just been so busy and stressed and I wanted to maybe make you feel better if you saw that I got to decorate the place on my own.” Ashley explained as she glanced over the few decorations she had hung up.

Y/n stared at her before smiling as she shook her head. “That’s really thoughtful of you, but I’d rather you don’t hurt yourself in the process.” She teased before earning herself a smack on the arm.

“Ow! What?” Ashley glared before grabbing the box on the table and marching off. “Ash, I was just kidding!” Y/n laughed as she caught the girl by the arm and pulled her back, though Ashley wasn’t giving in so easily.

“Come on, Ash. I’m sorry.” Y/m continued to pester her, poking her sides that eventually led to a smack on the head as a retort. “Okay. Ow!” Y/n rubbed her head as she released the latter. “That one actually hurt.”

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to hit you that hard.” Ashley ran to the kitchen and grabbed and ice pack before hurrying back to Y/n. “I’m okay, I’m okay.” She winced while waving a hand then taking a seat, Ashley following beside her as she rubbed her head.

“Well, I guess now we’re even.” Y/n laughed and Ashley stares at her in disbelief. “Can you not joke around right now? You’re hurt!” She exclaimed, but Y/n cuts her off with a light kiss on the lips.

“I’m fine. Let’s go do those decorations.”

Emily

A small yelp, followed by some items being dropped to the ground caused Emily to turn around, sighing when she sees Y/n clumsily picking the bags up and trying to put them back where they should be.

It was Y/n’s first time being in Emily’s house without any friends around. Actually, it’s her first time being here as her girlfriend so she felt all her nerves going haywire.

“Everything alright hun?” Emily asks when she sits on the bed and Y/n makes sure they don’t fall again before she moves away from the rack and sits next to Emily with a bit of distance between them.

Y/n isn’t scared of Emily. She was far from that. Right now, she’s just unsure how to act while in the latter’s house with no one else but them. She knows that Emily’s been with so many other guys. And that’s what bothers her.

She isn’t a guy.

What if this was a mistake or she messes up and Emily thinks that maybe she actually is straight? I mean, she was with Mike and Matt just a year ago. She just ended her relationship with how many months back even.

Was Emily even sure?

“Y/n. Are you still there?” After not receiving a response, Emily called out to her again and this time she snaps out of her thoughts. “Y-Yeah. Yeah, I’m okay.” She answered and Emily stares at her face before her gaze softened.

“You know, it’s not that hard to tell what you’re thinking.” She muses and Y/n blinks rapidly at the statement. “What?” A small smile reaches Emily’s lips before she reaches for Y/n’s hand and gives it a gentle squeeze. “Y/n, you have to relax. There’s nothing for you to worry about.”

Y/n smiles awkwardly before she stares at their joined hands. “I’m sorry. It’s just... there’s so much going on in my head and I can’t seem to just shrug them off.” She sighs and Emily gently picks her head up, smiling as she scoots closer. “Look, I know that I’ve been the biggest bitch, but I really mean it when I told you how I feel.” She murmured softly as she caressed her cheek.

“At first I thought I just didn’t want to lose you because you’re my friend. But I kept thinking back on how I could have lost you at the lodge and I just...” She shook her head. “It kept replaying in my head until I realized that I couldn’t live in a world where you aren’t in it.”

Y/n’s eyes softened as she stared at Emily before she pulled her into a hug. “You aren’t losing me, Em. I’m right here for you.” She whispered while Emily buried her face to her neck.

“You better.”

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hey rick tell me. abt your aubergine man. show will to the world

you got it ;)

@bunnyworme

IT’S HIM, THE STINKY BASTARD MAN. he’s meant to look like michael because, y’know, sister location. for reference, here’s my mikey boi! there are some differences here and there, though (i.e. deathly pale, darker hair, sliiightly different haircut, green eyes, bigger nose, etc. also before / when he first opens fredbear’s he’s a LOT chubbier but he uh…loses a lot of weight after certain events. we’ll get into that tho!).

LET’S GET INTO TIMELINE AND PLOT…

SO what’s really important to me here is the stuff just before and after fredbear’s/freddy’s and the afton family, mainly because i haven’t thought up much stuff before then (though i really should - i don’t really even have a solid character in mind for his wife at the moment).

anyhow, william’s family consists of himself, mrs. afton, michael, and elizabeth. william is FAR from the best father, and certain incidents where he lashed out at his own children (particularly michael) led his wife to threaten to leave him at certain points. but william is nothing if not a good manipulator and convincing pathological liar, and he convinced her to stay for a good while before she ultimately did gather the courage to leave. she pleaded for michael and elizabeth to come with her, but elizabeth - desperate for her father’s attention, and always unharmed, unlike michael - chose to stay instead. and being the protective brother he was, michael chose to stick with his sister, despite wishing he could do otherwise. once the divorce was finalized, though, she got custody of them every so often - weekly, which left william feeling…conflicted. that being said, this situation takes place over the course of time, in tandem with the fredbear’s/freddy’s stuff.

at some point in this part of his life, he met henry - a small-time inventor who was incredibly talented, but toiled his days away on miscellaneous small projects, either toys for his children or crafts he could sell for a small fortune (which, sometimes, were toys that his kids had rejected). william, by now, was a bit of an entrepreneur who was looking for a new project - and although it wasn’t obvious at this point, he’d struck gold. over time, their friendship grew, with william wrapping his new acquaintance around his little finger (both intentionally and unintentionally, due to him genuinely growing attached - over time, he grew to admire henry in all sorts of ways). and in the end, some time after learning of his buddy’s talents…he decided it was time for a brilliant idea.

they were both struggling a bit financially, but if they sunk all of their savings into this idea, he was certain it would pay off. “fredbear’s family diner” (although it wasn’t titled at the time, merely a concept) - a family-friendly diner, featuring costumed mascots, like a dinner theater. when henry nervously said that there was no way they could support the salary of costumed workers, william eagerly suggested that they could play the roles, to which henry protested again - they didn’t have the time, especially not if they would be managing the business! eventually they settled on a compromise. henry would be designing a suit that could double as a costume AND an animatronic, like the robotic toys he developed for his children…a springlock suit.

it took ages, with henry tinkering until he developed the first springlock, then a prototype suit, then designs of characters until he and william could both agree, then suits of fredbear and spring bonnie. the two characters who would lead the restaurant. by now, henry was thrilled by this idea and the delight it would bring to not only his kids (who were already excited by the characters he’d been creating) but the kids around their town, and william was simply in it for the money right now (and ultimately, nefarious purposes). still, the two of them smiled on their (henry’s) work at the end of the day, and eagerly started work on the restaurant.

another long while passed, and the financial struggles that its construction caused stirred serious turmoil in the afton family that william had to fan down. henry had similar troubles, but finally, the diner was COMPLETE. the stage was set! his two springlock suits were brought in and placed, and the diner opened the next day. they had a rough time getting word about the diner out, but once it did, it spread like wildfire. it was New to everyone around, especially because of the way the mascots could “change” their styles of dancing. they could even sing! people were impressed, and it was a good thing too, because they really needed that cash.

time passed, and the diner’s popularity grew, and william was pretty happy with how things turned out…for the most part. by now, his familial troubles were getting really rough - things were settling down now, but he wasn’t a better person at home whatsoever. his wife was getting ready to leave (for real) and That was tearing him apart on the inside, despite what success he had from fredbear’s, which was all he seemed to care about now anyway (aside from his relationship with henry). when she finally did leave, he started to snap for the first time and started to lash out at everyone, especially henry. it was the first time the two of them had ever had a real argument, since william had endeavored to keep himself on his “best behavior” because he didn’t want to lose him - and yet here he was, projecting his feelings for why his wife left him onto his best friend, and yelling at him for his unfounded fear that he would leave him too.

the next day, william outwardly gathered himself for henry’s sake and apologized, then explained the situation at home (but twisted the story so that it favored him - it wasn’t his fault she was leaving him, she was the one who manipulated and abused him, etc). and upon hearing all that, being the empathetic soul he is, henry was ofc like “oh worm im so sorry????” and wound up trying to COMFORT him bc he’s baby. and once again, william had him wrapped around his little finger.

now, when his divorce was finalized and his custody of the kids got kinda fucked, and his wife got her first week with them, he snapped yet again. only this time, it was MUCH, MUCH worse. yet again, his meltdown involved henry (or rather, his family), and it was meant to be a cathartic moment - if my family can’t be happy, if i can’t be happy, neither can he. so when one of his henry’s twins wound up locked outside of the diner, he smiled at her - a familiar face for her, as henry’s best friend, and comforted her for a moment…just before stabbing her. and as she bled out on the pavement, he felt no remorse or sadness…in fact, his only concern was that henry might be nearby, since one of his damn kids was. so he haphazardly dragged her toward the back, near the dumpster, barely concealing her under some trashbags, and smiled as he loomed over her pathetically covered corpse. henry would be just as miserable as him now.

william changed into his “professional” outfit in the car, then scrubbed his hands clean in the bathroom the first chance he got, despite wearing gloves at the time of the murder. not even a few hours into the work day, he was being pestered by henry about the whereabouts of his daughter - he didn’t even know a parent could be so paranoid. master manipulator that he was, he assured his friend that she must’ve been around somewhere, probably playing with sammy or one of the other kids, or heck, maybe even playing hide-and-seek. kids are unpredictable! that seemed to ease his worries just enough for the time being, but in the meantime, he just chuckled to himself, knowing what a fool the man was and what panic and misery would ensue the second he knew what fate his daughter had met.

as anticipated, over the next few days, henry’s misery drastically intensified - she went from “missing” to “found” in what felt like a matter of moments, and all the while, william was his only pillar of support. and he was loving every second of it. being able to comfort him on his darkest days, hearing the weak “thank you”s every time he listened to the pitiful man’s venting, the long and anguished hugs. of course, it wasn’t because he was being a friend to him (although part of him did yearn for a closer relationship with henry like this) - it was because he was towering over him in a position of power, because now he was the one “on top.” henry was the one suffering now, moreso than him, and he would never be able to recover. in fact, william was doing better than ever - killing charlie seemed to instill him with more confidence than ever, and he LIKED that feeling.

henry became more and more disheveled, showing up to work in stained flannel and mussed up hair, bags under his red eyes because he’d been crying all night. this pattern continued for a long time, but the crying eventually stopped, though his sorrow was replaced by a deeply-seeded paranoia regarding his own diner. he feared the place, and feared his kids ever visiting it, despite him practically opening it up for them. and yet…none of his suspicions were placed on william. not the one person who’d comforted him in his darkest days, no. not his best friend. that man would never betray him.

eventually (after a bit of an expansion, thanks to some convincing on will’s part - new characters would make the place brand new, make him forget), the diner claimed another victim, and it wasn’t even by william’s own hand, much to his own surprise. another one of henry’s kids, funnily enough (from will’s perspective). he had to witness the man’s grieving process all over again, and support him all over again, all the while trying not to smirk as he towered atop him - when henry suffered, he felt higher than ever before, even though he loved the man to death.

with this death, however, henry officially decided that it was high time that the diner closed down. he couldn’t bear another death on his hands - not another child of his, especially. he’d grieved enough, and he only had one left. even so, william wouldn’t give up. he convinced henry to create another restaurant, finally, but henry refused to make the animatronics himself…he didn’t trust himself anymore.

and so marked the first time that william invented animatronics of his own, with henry’s help. and once again, his ego soared, as he took to the inventing game rather rapidly - even henry remarked that he was impressed. his models were plastic, unlike henry’s fuzzy and soft ones, and he insisted that they would be more “kid-friendly” and fitted with safer technology to keep him happy. so, the 1987 restaurant was opened, and the toy models took over while the withered animatronics rotted in the back room.

in the meantime, william got to Killin for realsies. charlie was like…a warm up, but this was the real deal. he got sloppy, though, not realizing that his own tech would recognize Him as a criminal if he killed in front of them. in fact, it shouldn’t have been technologically possible. one of his creations - the toy version of foxy, and what would ultimately be the prototype of funtime foxy (mangle) - even recorded audio of him in the act. so, to keep them all in order, he tampered with their facial recognition software. then, he dismantled the mangle beyond repair, then passed it off to everyone around him as something the children did.

although william didn’t have much of a real motive for killing this time around, his interest was piqued when he overheard henry’s oldest son - an employee of the establishment - discussing issues with the current night guard, and how he complained about the animatronic’s behavior during the night. it might not mean much to anyone else, but the way they acted made it seem like they were aware. sentient, perhaps. and their behavior over the ensuing weeks made that possibility feel more and more likely - they stared at staff almost maliciously, and adults in general, but behaved normally around kids. and that caused him to wonder if there was any chance whether the spirits of the kids themselves could’ve tethered themselves and possessed the things.

regardless, when henry realized that more kids were going missing in this restaurant, he started to lose it again. he couldn’t keep it together anymore - and eventually, he managed to figure out just who was behind it all. and although william did his best to keep it together, and sway him otherwise, and smooth-talk him out of it, henry continued to push and push until he snapped and called him out for the liar and the monster that he was. with that, henry truly DID leave him - in fact, he’d left a suicide note, but he just disappeared. no body was ever found.

but despite everything, all the misery william put him through, all the intentional torture, william found himself absolutely devastated by that loss. and for once, he seemed to be genuinely saddened by it; instead of lashing out at others, as he was wont to do, he seemed to lash out at himself. he was a pretty rotund lad back in the day of fredbear’s and the 1987 freddy’s restaurant, but he grew incredibly, deathly thin in the months after henry left. a few new scars had gathered on his wrists by the end of the year. he grew more unkempt, just as henry had just after his losses.

but in time…he recovered. he grew to turn his sorrow and saudade into unbridled hatred. he didn’t need henry, he NEVER did. and to prove it, he made his own franchise and his own robotics company in 1990 - “circus baby’s pizza” and “afton robotics, llc.”, respectively. when his daughter’s interest was piqued after seeing him work on circus baby for the first time, he even encouraged her by telling her that circus baby was being made for her. that wasn’t the case, obviously, but it made her giddy and it would ultimately make her excited enough to possibly spread the word about the upcoming restaurant to her little friends.

finally, circus baby’s restaurant was open to the public - and unbeknownst to them, it was essentially a haven for child murder, just as william had planned for it to be. each of the animatronics had their own mechanisms for luring children away and for ensnaring them, and essentially all he had to do was watch the chaos unfold. this time around, it was an “experiment” of sorts - he wanted to see whether the kids really would possess the robots if they were killed inside of them, test out different methods, etc. as toy chica would say, though, “there is only one thing that could possibly go wrong…”

although william hadn’t been the best father, there is some part of him that did care about his kids. especially elizabeth, his “favorite” child. he may have ignored her - a lot - especially in favor of his work, as of late, but he did love her. and so when she ignored his constant warnings, his incessant pleading for her to stay away from circus baby, only to be snatched up the second she walked up to her…well. he was devastated, yet again.

he should’ve seen it coming, really, especially after telling her that he’d created circus baby “just for her.” but of course he hadn’t thought it through, and now she was gone. it was like he was reliving what he’d done to henry, wasn’t it? karma’s a bitch, ain’t it, afton.

he closed down circus baby’s after that single incident, and started working on an underground facility for the animatronics to be stored while his own mental state started to deteriorate more and more, since he was in almost complete isolation - not even his own son came to see him anymore now that he was entirely independent by now.

around this time, the next freddy’s opened up - the owner just so happened to be henry’s oldest son, the only apparent survivor of the tragedies that befell his family. this IMMEDIATELY caught william’s attention, and reignited the grudge he felt toward henry and his family all over again. he’d get “revenge” for what was done to him, and even to his daughter - at least, that was how it was justified in his twisted mind.

he applied for a job as a dayshift worker under an alias, since he would be recognized otherwise. thankfully, his appearance had changed SO drastically over the years that even henry’s kid - who’d spent so much time around him back in the day - couldn’t piece his identity together. not at first, anyway…but by then, it was too late. he got to work with his usual pattern - luring kids away with the suit they kept in the back room, then stuffing them into the animatronics.

fortunately for him, this could be the experiment he missed out on when he lost his daughter and closed his own restaurant down. and he didn’t have to pay the price for it - henry’s franchise, son, and overall legacy did. he kept a keen eye on the animatronics’ behavior both before and after the children were killed, and he was fascinated to find that they were indeed haunted. something about the semi-conscious bodies being tethered to metal caused their souls to become tethered, too - which led to events like this.

in fact, their behavior got so aggressive that they started hunting night guards - most of them either quit to keep their lives or mysteriously went “missing” in the night, but william knew what happened. he could see their clumsily stuffed bodies in spare suits in the back. the animatronics were getting revenge for what happened to them, and he was intrigued. but at the same time, he was given a new hope…

he decided to re-dedicate some of his attention to circus baby and her friends with these new discoveries in mind. his resources went to staff and machinery that would allow the bunker to be automated for them - and once that was sufficient (despite a few losses here and there - what can you do? the animatronics Were designed to be killers, after all), he even started up a rental service for them. it wasn’t big, but it was a side project. and in the meantime, he contacted his son about a job offer.

it took some convincing, especially since this offer was coming from a father who had never treated his son well, but because it was about his sister - and despite the supernatural circumstances surrounding the situation - he ultimately accepted. his son would take a job at the rental place as a night technician, but his actual goal would be to find elizabeth and “put her back together.”

with all that settled, this particular freddy’s inevitably closed down FOR GOOD. after all, plenty of grieving parents had come forward, alongside customers complaining about blood and mucus seeping out of the animatronics, and the owner himself had “gone missing” during the night shift (after taking the place of his last willing night guard). and so william went in the abandoned restaurant one last time to dispose of the evidence. after dismantling all of the animatronics and retreating to the safe room, however, he was met with the ghosts of the children he’d killed - and one of them in particular started to approach him.

he wasn’t sure what they could do, but he was frightened enough to back away until he locked eyes with his springlock suit in the corner - and he suited up one last time, positive that once they saw him as “spring bonnie,” the cheerful character that they’d loved and trusted before they died, they’d leave him alone. he made one fatal mistake, though - in his surge of confidence, he laughed to himself the second he put the suit on, which triggered the springlocks. and once one of them went off, all of them started to go off, one by one, inflicting a quite painful death - or what ought to have been one. william always comes back, y’know.

the safe room got sealed up - william never knew who did it, or why, but it seemed like a premeditated arrangement by henry’s son - and 30 years later, fazbear frights opened up and william was Pissed. he’d been locked up all that time and he was itchin for revenge…and since the emily family was gone, he was ready to take his anger out on the world around him. except there was no escape from this attraction, all over again - and there was only one person around. a “guard.”

only, when he approached the makeshift office, what did he find? the “guard” this time around was none other than his goddamn son - except that his son was barely recognizable now, deformed, corpsey, and boney. if it weren’t for the wig and the make-up to make his skin resemble…skin, he Wouldn’t have recognized him. william was a confused and angry stinky, rotting bunny.

every time he managed to make it up to the window pane just in front of the office, he slammed his animatronic paws on it demandingly and tried to speak to michael through severed vocal chords. michael, on the other hand, would wince and desperately try to lure him into another room by distracting the suit he was inside of (which still had a mind of its own, even with him being somewhat dominant) with those damn balloon boy giggles, and he would be unwittingly forced to leave.

the miserable pattern continued for a week until michael set the place ablaze, trying to get rid of the franchise’s worst mistake - william himself. of course, he failed, and william survived…and now he had a new target. his son himself. whoops. and that leads us into the final freddy’s restaurant.

a freddy fazbear’s pizza joint that michael himself opens up, to salvage all the final pieces of the fazbear franchise and get rid of them once and for all, to make sure that everyone is set free. william is, of course, one of these final pieces - and despite realizing that this must be a trap, this piques his curiosity, and he’s confident that he’ll be able to escape again. that’s what he did before.

unfortunately for him, the construction of this place was too clever for him to anticipate - a carefully-constructed labyrinth that would endlessly lure him and the others in a circle, up until the final day, where they would all meet their end in a fiery grave.

and, of course, there’s the end - where william meets his ending in hell, surrounded by the animatronics he’s gotten to know so well; some of which he’s created, some of which henry has, some of which are haunted by his victims, some of which are a product of circumstance, and some of which…are him himself. and the one orchestrating it all just so happens to be henry’s boy…sammy, represented by golden freddy, one of the most vengeful spirits there.

NOW. uh. i’m sure you’ve gotten a taste of it throughout all of this, but we can talk a lil more about his personality and stuff?

william is a very mentally ill boio, but i really like to hone in on the fact that he’s a bpd bastard because i feel like there were lots of hints about that in the books. maybe that’s just me though. i mean, the fact that he wrote stuff about henry that ranged from the dude being his idol and him loving his work to him almost hating his guts and being consumed by jealousy for his talents kinda sealed the deal for me on THAT headcanon?? so he’s got like - a debilitating fear of abandonment, acts kinda recklessly / impulsively, is INCREDIBLY antisocial, hostile, and irritable, has mood swings a-plenty, is actually VERY insecure even though he’ll never show that to anyone around him, and is really self-destructive even if he doesn’t fucking realize it. like, this man will shrug off ANY self-blame until the cows come home.

and straight down the line, i think william meets all the criteria for having antisocial personality disorder, too. disregard for right and wrong, persistent lying to exploit others, disrespecting others, manipulating others for personal gain, arrogance and a sense of superiority, CRIMINAL BEHAVIOR, impulsiveness and failure to plan ahead, hostility, aggression, violence, lack of remorse, dangerous behavior, abusive relationships, failure to consider negative consequences or learn from them, and being consistently irresponsible and failing to meet work obligations.

so he’s obviously manipulative and cruel, and a pathological liar. but well, he can be…nice when he wants to be? it’s usually when he’s first starting his relationships, but it’s never quite “right” - there’s a moment of peace while he struggles to find what his new friend/partner wants in somebody, and he’ll do anything to meet their expectations and keep them happy until they’re content enough for him to start showing his true colors.

in his wife’s case, he was a perfect gentleman who did anything for her, but then he started getting upset with her very easily over the littlest things. things escalated drastically over time, but he apologized every time and assured her he would be better for her, bought her candy and flowers, anything to remind her of that perfect guy he was at first. and that sort of pattern continued up until they were married, and she miserably stuck with him through the arguments and bruises and incidents with her children until she finally had enough.

on a similar note, he really did care about henry (before it all went astray) - henry was his closest friend and it really showed in just how intense his attachment was to him. his depression over henry’s loss was far more intense than what he went through after his divorce. unfortunately, his affection for henry just manifested in an INCREDIBLY twisted way, with his jealousy and bitterness often taking hold more than any actual kindness he might possess.

there’s also his kids - even though michael got the short end of the stick, william did occasionally show…some shred of affection toward him. let’s just say that a lot of the ways that michael was mistreated, beaten, and kicked while he was down was how william was treated as a kid, and those patterns took over once he had kids of his own. when he wasn’t taking out his anger on his family, he did act like a real father every so often, treating his kids to Good days at the diner and letting them play alongside henry’s kids, or playing with them himself, or just tucking them in at night and doing little things to show he did care, even a tiny bit.

and as for elizabeth, the favoritism was real. when william was working on his bigger projects, like starting up fredbear’s or actually designing and creating animatronics - those for circus baby’s pizzeria in particular - she got ignored a lot more, which always upset her, but other than that? she got PLENTY of attention. love from her dad (though his “i love you”s were always spoken so haphazardly to both of his children, whether he intended for them to sound that way or not), playtime (though he always seemed bored), and he would take her out every so often to get ice cream (her favorite). circus baby might not actually have been made for her, but one aspect of her design was certainly inspired by her - the ice cream dispenser. her father’s attitude was always what made her insecure - and there were other things behind the scenes too, like the way he threw out her drawings when she wasn’t looking (she always found them in the trash later on).

#bunnyworme #rick's handy dandy fnaf au tag #there's my fnaf au tag there u go #im not brave enough to put this in official tags tho #ALSO: MEGA LONG POST UNDER THE READ MORE YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED #also lots of triggers in here WHOOPS #abuse /#child death /#self harm /#suicide ment /#ask to tag /

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ssa-montgomery · 5 years

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Fighting For You (Cas x Dean)

Word Count: 2009

Summary: Cas comes face to face with Michael while he is in control of Dean’s body. Will Michaels words break Cas?

Characters: Cas x Dean, Sam (Mentioned), Jack (Mentioned)

Warnings: Angst and some blood.

A/N: I had this posted on here a while ago under another name but I did some rewriting and thought I’d share it again :) I know we’re past the Michael storyline now but I hope you still enjoy it.

Feedback and Reblogs are greatly appreciated

The sound of Cas's shoes echoed off the high walls when he stepped inside the old empty warehouse. It seemed like it had been untouched for years, the windows were broken and the ones that were left were covered in dirt or spray paint. Graffiti was scattered across the walls and the floors were cover in rubbish left behind by drunk teenagers. His eyes scanned the room before settling on a shadowy figure in the corner of the room, they were covered by the dark and Cas couldn't make out the details of the person. He tried not to get his hopes up. Most of the time it just ended in disappointment but part of him couldn't help it. He thought maybe, just maybe it could be him. He pleaded to whoever would listen. Please, let it be him.

The figure finally turned around and walked into the beams of light that were cast across the floor from the broken window above him. The temperature in the room seemed to drop, Cas's heart dropping with it. The face he recognised all too well. It was Dean. As much as he wanted it to be him Cas knew it wasn't truly Dean. Dean's usual casual flannel and jeans had now been replaced with a black suit. A black vest and red tie decorated with gold hung over a white shirt. His bright green eyes that Cas had stared into so many times before were now glowing blue with grace. The soft expression Dean always had when he looked at Cas was a stone cold glare. This was not the Dean Cas knew.

"Hello, Castiel." A sly grin spread across his face as he spoke.

"Michael," Cas said coldly.

"I really didn't expect you to show up," Michael admitted.

"Either did I."

"Well, then again I know you can't resist any chance to see your lover boy." Michael teased taking a few steps towards Cas.

Cas drew himself up to full hight. He knew what Michael was trying to do. He was trying to break him and Cas had no intention of letting that happen. He had fought too hard to get to this point only to be broken by his older brother.

"Or am I wrong? I mean I don't know what's going on up there." Michael pointed to Cas's head before continuing. "But up here? Oh boy, it's just Cas this and Cas that ALL the time. Honestly, it's like he'd die if he stopped thinking about for more than a second. Cons of sharing a body I guess."

"You're not sharing a body. You're in control, Dean has no choice. No say." Cas snapped, his hand tightening into a fist. His nails dug into his palm so hard he was surprised it didn't draw blood.

"Now, now Cassie no need for that tone of voice."

"What do you want from me, Michael?"

"Well, I thought maybe it was time to finally fill you in on the plan for this world," Michael stated turning his back on Cas, to examine the wall behind him.

"I don't give a damn about your plan. You'll be gone before you get to do anything. I'll make sure of it." Cas threatened.

Michael spun around, the movement so quick Cas only saw a blur before he had hit him full force in the stomach. The blow knocked the air out of his lungs sending him stumbling backwards. He gasped as he hit the floor. He started to cough as he tried to regain his breath.

"What is your problem with authority Castiel?" Michael hissed. "Did no one ever teach you respect?"

"I learned that free will is an option." Cas spat back.

"I had a good chat with Lucifer before he took me to this world. He talked about how you droned on about that whole "free will" thing all the time. It's an illusion, you'll never be truly free. It is time you learned that you are a soldier Castiel. Nothing more, and you will never be anything more. Not even to the Winchesters."

This wasn't Dean. No matter how much it sounded like him it wasn't Dean. Dean would never say anything like that. But it sounded so much him like him.

"I mean you don't really think they care about you, do you? They just keep you around for protection. A personal attack angel. What is better than an angel to protect you from all that is evil in this world? Especially when it is blindly devoted to you. I mean they'll probably abandon you soon, you're powers have been running a bit low lately, haven't they? You're starting to become more of a burden to the Winchesters."

It wasn't Dean.

"And that whole "you're our brother" thing is bull. They don't give a damn about you and never will. You are not family to them, and they are not yours. Your family is in Heaven. You know, your brothers and sisters that you turned your back on and let die out. Do you know how many Angels are left? You killed us off Castiel. No one can make more except for God and there's no sign of him. All so you could save one human. I mean you said you did it all for heaven but it wasn't. It never was. It was for him." Michaels words were dripping with venom as he spoke.

It wasn't.

"Screw. You. You're lying! You know nothing about the Winchesters or my relationship with them."

Cas tried to push himself off the floor only to be met with Michael's shoe against his cheek. The kick sent him back to the ground again. His face stung from the force and a drop of blood trickled down his face from the cut that now ran across his cheek.

"You're broken Castiel! They are manipulating you and you don't even know. I mean they are better friends with the King of Hell than you. Do not get me started on Jack either. He is Lucifer's son, not yours. He only accepted you because he was defenceless and would have died without you. He will leave you once he can survive on his own."

"Dean!" Cas cried trying to ignore the words coming from Michael but it was getting harder. Each word hit him harder than the last. They picked at everything that Cas had feared since he fell all those years ago.

"Dean!" Michael mocked Cas's desperate voice just like Lucifer had done when it was Dean crying out for him.

Is this how it had felt for Dean when Cas had let Lucifer in? Had he felt as useless as Cas did now? Cas suddenly felt consumed by guilt. His stomach twisted in knots, the urge to cry suddenly taking over. He had never meant to hurt Dean that much, he had just been trying to help. Now karma was catching up.

"Do you really think Dean actually loves you? He has the pick of practically every girl he sees, so why would he settle for a broken angel? Even if he did you know what heaven would do to him. The love between a human and an angel is forbidden. They would kill him. You could never be together."

Cas kept his eyes trained on the floor. He wasn't going to let Michael bully him into giving up but he was afraid if he looked up if he saw Dean's face he'd break completely. Hearing those words come out of Dean's mouth was breaking him. Whether it was Dean or not he didn't know how more he could take.

"What too scared to fight back? Maybe you are a Winchester after all because not one of you seems to be able to fight against the ones you love even when they're possessed. Be it by an angel, demon, the devil himself or archangel!" Michael gestured to himself at the last part.

Michael grabbed Cas by the tie forcing his head upwards. Taken by surprise Cas looked into eyes almost forgetting why he had been looking away. He could see the rage burning in his eyes and he flinched away. Cas had only seen that look in Dean's eyes once and he never wanted to remember it. Dean could have killed him that day. He almost did.

"So the threat of losing it all doesn't scare you but Dean Winchester does?"

Cas finally managed to push himself off the ground, Michael didn't try to stop him this time. He pulled himself up straight trying to hide what he was truly feeling from Michael. He rubbed his cheek smearing the blood from the cut across his face.

"Dean doesn't scare me and either do you and I won't sit here and be bullied into giving up on him. So if you're going to kill me just do it."

Cas closed his eyes and waited to feel the all too familiar coldness of an Angel Blade pierce his chest. Instead, he felt the weight of someone collapsing into his arms. He felt their hands gripping his trenchcoat trying not to fall. His eyes instantly snapped open and he collapsed to his knees, the sudden weight sending him off balance.

"Cas." Michael panted.

Except his voice was softer now and sounded more broken, cracking halfway through the word. He was weak, barely able to stand and just about in control. Cas remembered the feeling, how weak he'd felt when he took control again. How defenceless he felt.

"Dean? Dean is that you?" Cas asked desperately pulling him into his lap.

"Cas I'm so sorry. I thought I was helping, I just wanted to get Sam and Jack back. I thought we could trust him but he lied. I should have know better." Dean cried his hands twisting into the front of Cas's shirt.

"Dean it's okay. You did the best you could." Cas reassured him. "You helped but now we need you back. You have to expel him."

"I- I can't. I'm not strong enough."

Cas could tell that even this was taking everything Dean had. If he even tried to expel him in this state it wouldn't end well. Dean's eyes snapped shut for a second and he brought his hand to his head. It almost seemed like he was in pain.

"Cas I don't know how long I can keep control. You have to run. If he killed you if I had to watch my own hands do that to you. I couldn't live with myself."

"Dean I don't want to leave you like this."

"I'll be okay Cas. I'll make it back, I promise. Tell Sammy I love him will you? And make sure he doesn't do anything stupid. If he gets himself killed, I'll kill him again once I get back."

"I will." Cas nodded tears burning his eyes.

Cas reluctantly went to stand up again but just as he got to feet Dean grabbed his sleeve. He pulled Cas back onto the ground next to him. Cas was confused for a second before Dean gently wrapped his hand around the back of Cas's neck and pulled him into a kiss. Dean's lips barely brushed against Cas's before he pulled away again. Cas sat there, shocked. He tried to speak but the words were trapped in his throat.

"Go." Dean smiled weakly at him.

"I won't stop fighting for you," Cas said finally.

"You better not."

Cas turned his back on Dean and within seconds he was gone with nothing more than the faint sound of wings. Once Cas was gone Dean got to his feet, he was barely able to stand and the ground felt like it was swaying under his feet. His vision blurred and within seconds everything around him went black. He fell, his head hitting the floor hard.

"Now Dean you know we can't have that." Michael's voice echoed in his head a sarcastic edge to his words.

He was in control, and Dean wasn't getting it back anything soon.

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waywardrose13 · 6 years

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A Lost Soul

Request from Anonymous: How about an angsty fic where the Winsister!reader lost her soul and tells Sam and Dean that they aren’t her real brothers and that she blames them for Adams death (her real brother) or something like that

Summary: After the reader loses her soul, her deep seated blame for her twin brother’s death comes to light, and she wants to avenge Adam in the only she knows how: to kill the reason he’s dead, which just so happens to be her half brothers: the Winchesters.

Pairing: Winchesters x Half-sister!Soulless!Reader, Adam Milligan x Twin-sister!Reader

Word Count: 2427

Warnings: Angst, language, soulless!reader, character death, self loathing, blood, *Trigger Warning- Suicide*

A/N- I asked y’all to send me some angsty requests and man did you deliver. However, so did I. I’ve been in the angst mood (when am I not?) and so I got a bit carried away. This was supposed to be only 1k words or so but it’s not and I strayed a bit off the path. I wrote something completely different than I had originally planned. It just sorta came out and uhm... Yeah so... Enjoy? And don’t read if you’re triggered by suicide.

A/N 2- Also, I couldn’t really come up with a great idea of how the reader lost her soul. It’s an okay idea but not my best so bare with me. It’s not really the main point of the story anyway.

Feedback is encouraged and greatly appreciated! It’s what keeps me motivated and it always makes me smile:)

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The crinkled picture sat heavy in her hands, the smiling faces haunting her. Her eyes were distant, cold; cloudy with the memories of what once was. The old her stared into the camera, eyes bright, arms around her twin brother’s neck as he gave her a piggyback ride.

If she saw this a week ago, she would have cried.

But now she hardly felt anything. Her chest didn’t ache for him, didn’t long to have him beside her. No. Instead, she just felt the bloodlust, the absolute rage towards the men who caused him to die.

She stood suddenly, eyes looking up and locking with her reflection. Jaw set, eyes hard, nostrils flared. She looked downright terrifying. And now, she no longer felt the remorse for the buried feelings of the men whose blood she wanted to spill. Now, because of what had happened, she didn’t feel anything.

She bent down and retrieved the long knife, the one the eldest had given her. The blade gleamed in the moonlight that streamed through the open window, the breeze blowing the curtains and her hair, the cool air soothing her hot skin. Rolling her shoulders, she shoved her gun in the back of her jeans, slipping a second blade into her belt and twirled the knife, making her way out the door and into the night.

***

“Anything?” Sam asked, walking into the library. Dean shook his head.

“Nope.” Sam sighed.

“This makes no sense,” he said. “Why would she trade her soul for something? What did she trade it for?”

“I don’t know,” Dean said. “But obviously, she didn’t get what she wanted.”

“So her soul is gone… for nothing?” Sam said. “Who did she trade it to?”

“An angel,” Cas said. Dean raised a brow.

“How do you know?”

“It’s been all over angel radio. She wanted to trade her soul for another life, but they retrieved her soul before holding up their end of the deal.”

“Why would an angel do that?” Sam asked.

“Desperation,” Castiel answered. “Heaven is desperate.”

“Wouldn’t put it past those dicks anyway,” Dean muttered. Cas shot him a look.

“It still doesn’t make sense. Since when are angels making deals?” Sam questioned.

“They aren’t. That’s what I’m saying,” Cas said. “They tricked her.”

Dean opened his mouth to reply but the sound of the bunker door opening had the men’s heads snapping in the direction of the sound. Their breaths hitched in their throat at the sight of Y/N at the top of the balcony, face stone cold, each hand holding a long blade.

“Hey, brothers,” she said cooly. A small smirk appeared on her lips, a smile that made shivers go down the men’s spines. “I’m home.”

She slowly walked down the stairs, her eyes keeping themselves on Sam and Dean. Her hand was tightly latched to the blade’s handle, and when she reached the bottom of the stairs, she made her way to the middle of the war room, twirling the blades in her hands.

“Take it easy, Y/N/N,” Sam said, holding his hand out.

“Don’t call me that,” she said harshly. Her voice was smooth; low and angry. Dean swallowed thickly.

“Why not?” Dean shot at her. Her lip twitched, eyes narrowing.

“Because I said so, dick,” she hissed. Dean’s eyes widened a bit, his left foot moving back slightly.

“Y/N, just put down the knife,” Sam said. “Let’s figure out how to fix this together.”

“Together?” She whispered. She scoffed, shaking her head. “I don’t want anything to do with you two. I never have. You killed my real brother. You fed him to the wolves.” Her voice raised to a full on shout, face red. “You didn’t do anything to save him! You two only care about each other! You never cared about him or me! He was my brother! My twin! And you two got him killed.” He held up the knife, pointing it at them. She took a few steps forward, head tilting. “And I’m here to avenge him.”

“We tried to save him, Y/N,” Sam said slowly. “Truly, we did.”

“Lies!” Y/N screeched. “All lies! If you tried, you would have saved him! You’re the fucking Winchesters. You two saved the world. If you really put your mind and heart to it, you could have saved him.” Her voice dropped suddenly, lips curling back over her teeth. “But no. You chose to save each other instead. You always have, and always will. Adam was my brother. You two… never have been, and never will be. You’re pathetic, self sacrificing, dicks who just so happen to share my father-” She jerked her arms out to the sides. “And newsflash!” She yelled, making the brothers flinch. “He was just as much a dick as you two.”

Castiel walked towards her, eyes glowing blue.

“Oh, Cas,” Y/N said. The angel didn’t flinch at her patronizing tone, just kept walking. She smirked, reaching down. “You really shouldn’t have answered their call.”

She ripped her angel blade from her boot, slashing it through the air towards Cas. He jerked, and she missed his heart, but the blade still sunk deep into his chest. He groaned, falling to the ground, clutching the burning wound.

Her tongue ran over her teeth as she lifted her head to her brothers. “Come on boys. Lets dance.”

She raised the blade, sending it soaring through the air. Sam dropped to the ground like a brick, but Dean wasn’t quite fast enough, the knife lodging itself into his arm, handle deep, the blade coming out the other side. He let out a yell, gripping the handle and pulling it out of his arm with a hiss.

“That’s it,” he growled, throwing the blade to the ground. “If you want to fight, then don’t do it like a little bitch.”

She reached behind her, pulling out her gun and aiming it at his head. His eyes widened, and he ducked just in time for her to take a shot. The brothers both rolled behind the pillars opposite sides of the steps leading into the library. She let out an angry snarl, walking forward and picking up her discarded blade.

“Come on, boys. Don’t be a bunch of pussies,” she said in a sing-song voice. She laughed, using one of her fingers to run through the blood that was coated on the knife. Bringing it up to her cheek, she used it to make it look like a bloody tear trailing down her skin under each of her eyes. She wiped the knife off on her jacket sleeve before sprinting up the steps and leaping onto the library table, whipping around to see the brothers with their own guns trained on her.

They cringed at the sight of Dean’s blood on her face. His arm throbbed painfully, and the stickiness of the blood was uncomfortable. He hardened his features and put on a good facade, one that Y/N easily could see through.

“Look at this,” she said. Her body was crouched, like a coil ready to spring. Her gun was in one hand, the knife out in the other, a demented smile on her face. “The Winchesters manning up to their little sister.” She put on a fake pout. “You wouldn’t hurt a little girl, would you?”

“You’re not a little girl,” Dean said slowly. “You’re a grown up bitch.”

Smile fading, her lip raised into a disgusted snarl. “That’s rich coming from you. How many people have died because of you? How many failed relationships have you had? How many innocent people have you killed by killing demons?” She held her hand up to her ear. “Can you tell me?”

“Fuck you.” Her head turned to Sam, an almost impressed smile on her face.

“Look at you, Sammy. Using big boy words.” She shivered, shaking out her arms, pursing her lips and furrowing her brows. “Does that make you feel powerful. Oh boy, Sammy is all tough and angry.” Her words dripped with sarcasm and were condescending, making Sam’s fingers twitch in annoyance.

“Y/N, this isn’t the real you,” Cas’ voice came from the war room. He stumbled to his feet, hand pressed against his wound.

“How would you know? With my soul, all my real feelings were hidden away behind self loathing and guilt.”

Sam and Dean stole a glance at each other, hearts dropping.

“So… You’ve always felt this way?” Sam asked, voice low.

Y/N scoffed. “Well, yeah. Because it’s true. Adam was my brother. My twin. He was with me since birth, the person I could always count on and always had with me. He was my soulmate.” She shrugged. “My literal other half. And then he died. Turns out a ghoul was copying his face. But the angels brought him back. He contacted me first, and I was so happy he was back. I dropped everything for him. That’s when the three of us met for the first time. But you two assholes were tied up in the apocalypse, and you made Michael take over his body. How do you think it feels for your best friend… Your soulmate, to be in the cage with the devil himself? Hm? I don’t have my other half, and it’s all your fault.” Her eyes weren’t glassy like they usually were when she talked about Adam. They were blank, and that’s what scared the brothers the most. “I’ve warmed up to you two over the years, sure. But underneath the smile, the hugs, I still had some buried anger towards you two.” She bit her lip. “I’ve always felt guilty about it. Because you two really aren’t as bad as Adam and I once thought. But now, I don’t have to feel guilty about it.” She smiled, making the brothers frown deeply. “Now, I can freely feel what I feel. Not having to worry about a conscience or any of that shit. No. Now, I can do what I want, and not have remorse about it.”

She lifted her gun, face going stone again, firing off a round at Sam’s head. He dropped like a brick, making her humph in annoyance.

“Jesus, Y/N!” Dean yelled. He lunged at her, falling off the table with her in his arms. He grunted at the pain in his knife wound, trying to contain her wriggling figure. She head butted him, slipping from his grasp and kicking him in the face. “Shit!”

She rolled away from him, getting to her feet and crouching down. The knife was still in her hand, but the gun had been lost in the fall, sliding under the table.

“Y/N!” A new voice called. She stiffened, standing up straight. She turned slowly, narrowing her eyes at the newcomer. She tilted her head in confusion.

“Who the hell are you?” She asked. Sam helped Dean to his feet, the eldest hunter sporting a broken and bloody nose. He was gripping his arm, the blood flowing a bit faster now.

“God,” he said. “Well, Chuck.”

“God? Really?” She laughed. “Named ‘Chuck?’”

“You don’t really want to kill your brothers, do you?” He asked. She raised a brow.

“Yes. Yes, I do. They had Adam killed,” she said.

“No they didn’t,” he told her softly. He took a few steps toward her, a small smile on his face. “You’re scared.” She tutted, rolling her eyes. “You always needed someone to blame, because deep down, you always blamed yourself.”

Her jaw dropped. “That’s not true!”

“Yes it is. You had premonitions, didn’t you?” He asked. She shifted uncomfortable, her jaw clenching. “You saw Adam’s death before it happened. You saw his resurrection, you saw you’re reunion, you saw Michael take over him. You saw it all happen, yet you didn’t stop it. You didn't know how.” The Winchesters glance at each other in horror.

“Shut up.”

“After they all came true, you blamed yourself. But it was easier to blame your brothers, wasn’t it?” Chuck said, getting closer to her.

“They aren’t my brothers.”

“Yes, they are. And you know it. You don’t want to face the truth, even when you don’t have a soul.” He was only a foot in front of her now. “But I’m here to tell you… It wasn’t your fault, nor was it their fault. You’re free of your burdens, little one.”

She took a deep breath, lifting her chin. “You sound like a fortune cookie.”

He let out a shaky breath, looking over her shoulder to the brothers. “I have something for you, Y/N.” He reached into his pocket, retrieving a small, blue and white orb of light. “I rescued your soul.”

“I don’t want it,” she said. Chuck shrugged.

“I’m not asking if you want it. I got it back, you’re going to have it.”

“No.” She shook her head. “I hated… Feeling the way I did. I refuse to take it back.” Before she could turn away, Sam gripped her arms, holding her still. “Dammit, Sam! Let me go!”

“Y/N, this would be much easier if you complied,” Chuck said. She reared her head back, bashing it into Sam’s nose. His grip loosened, and she twirled away from him, dropping to her knees and sliding across the floor to her gun under the table. She popped up on the other side, raising it to her head.

“What are you doing?” Dean asked. Her eyes flickered to his.

“No matter how much I want to deny it, dickwad here is right. And I know that if I get my soul back, everything will go to shit. My guilt will eat away at me for attacking you two and… Adam’s death. I won’t do it,” she said.

“Put down the gun, Y/N,” Chuck told her. “If you do it, I’ll just bring you back.”

“No you won’t,” she whispered. “You’re God. You know how I feel. What I truly want. You know how I wanted this for a long time. And even if you did bring me back, I’d just do it again.”

“Y/N… Please,” Sam said. She rolled her eyes.

“Oh please. Don’t worry about me, Sammy. Hell, you’ll see me again soon, I bet. Thanks for… something. I don’t know.”

“Why are you so chill about this?” Dean asked, eyes wet. She shrugged.

“No soul. Kinda does something to ya.”

“Don’t do this, Y/N,” Sam pleaded.

She took a deep breath, giving him a smile, and said, “Too late,” before pulling the trigger.

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Part One: Don’t Give Up On Us. (Point of No Return S05E18)

Episode Summary: Dean begins to think the only way to stop Lucifer is to say yes to Michael, but the angels decide they don't need him anymore. The Winchesters and Castiel are horrified at the angels' new game plan and take on Zachariah to prevent an all out war on Earth. Meanwhile, the reader quickly learns making risky deals with Heaven and Hell have their consequences. Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Word Count: 5,692.

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Dear Sasquatch, (Aka. Sammy)

If you’re reading this, then I’m long gone—and for God’s sake, please don’t come looking for me like a lost child. There’s a reason why I left. And why I decided to write you a letter instead of letting you worry that something happened to me. (I‘m fine. The Devil didn’t find me...yet.)

This is my version of a goodbye. I wish that I could’ve said it to you face to face, but you would have only stopped me from what I’m about to do. I can’t tell you much other than it’s for the greater good. And your own well being. Out of anyone I know, you don’t deserve the path fate have given you, you deserve so much more Sammy. You deserve happiness and a life that isn’t doomed for failure. All I have ever wanted was to protect you the best way that I can. You’re my best friend, the annoying little brother I never got the chance of seeing grow up. For what I’m about to do, at least I can be reassured you’ll live a long life with your brother. Like the both of you deserve.

Love your pesky best friend, Y/N.

They found the letters sitting on the motel pillow when it was time to leave Minnesota, the letters spread out with their names written neatly in cursive, and a waste basket filled with crumpled envelopes at your failed attempts of neat penmanship. You had taken the time in the middle of the night to write the boys a note before you left them for good. Sam read yours in the motel room by himself, trying to figure out what this meant. He wondered if this was caused by the conversation that you had with his brother that resulted in Dean becoming mute for the rest of the night and most of the early morning before they realized you were gone. What made Sam the most upset was that he didn’t understand why you would leave out of the blue. He read the letter almost a dozen times to figure out what it meant, but for the man being so smart, he couldn’t figure out why you ran away. Or what you were about to do.

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Dear Dean,

First off, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for the things that I said to you over the past few days and how neglectful I have been with your own feelings over the past several months—or years. I really don’t know when you have gotten so sad and hopeless. But you're a man who only shows me so much. I tried to understand about where you have been coming from. You're a child who had to grow up so fast and take care of everyone your entire life. And when it counts the most, you're tired of the fight. You’re tired of having to be the strong one who has to try and save the day. So don’t. Sit back and let me take care of this.

But don’t you dare stop yourself short of a happy life. I don’t care if you spend the rest of your days just cruising around in the Impala. As long as you and Sam are together, happy, then I’m happy. And say what you will about fate, about anything that brought us together. I was wrong. I do need you. I do love you. I loved you since we were little kids. And I love you still as I'm writing this note. What I'm about to do is for you, the man who I've always loved. My soulmate. Maybe one day we'll meet again in Heaven and share an eternity of blissful happiness. But we're not getting there for you to saying yes to Michael. I won't have that. For once, I want to save you.

Take care of your baby brother for me, make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid. And most importantly, please take care of yourself.

I love you with all my heart, Y/N.

Dean didn't read your letter until he decided that enough was enough, he ran away himself. Sitting in a motel room with a bottle of whiskey and a box filled with all of his personal items getting ready to be shipped off to Bobby, he sat himself down and gathered the courage to see what you had to say. He didn't know the reason why you ran off again. The first time was back when the demon deal was your only problem. He sold his soul to a crossroads demon to save his brother, you made another one with Crowley to take his spot in Hell. Just a few years later, Dean had a feeling history was repeating itself all over again. You had a trick up your sleeve that you thought was going to solve everyone’s problems. He crumbled the note and threw it to the ground. It was all he needed to hear to know what he had to do.

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Dear, Cas.

Yes. I'm writing a letter to you, too. I know over the past few years our friendship has been a bit rocky. I mean, I did stab you in the chest when we first met...to be fair, I thought you were a demon. Maybe first impressions are everything. (And here is my terrible attempt at humor you probably won't get. It was a joke, I hope that made you laugh a bit. I know you’ve been feeling a bit down lately with everything that has been happening.) Despite our difference and bumping of the heads, you are a part of this family. A very dysfunctional, unhealthy obsessed people who are willing to sacrifice themselves for the greater good. And you did that when you rebelled against Heaven. For us. I don’t think I ever got the chance to say thank you. For everything. I don’t know what the boys and I would do without you. I’m going to miss you.

If this works, I want you to do something for me. Please take care of my boys. Make sure they don’t do anything dumb and kill each other in the process. And have a bit of fun yourself—but lay off the alcohol. (Again, another joke...made me chuckle at least. And God knows it’s been a while.) I don’t know if you would consider our very up and down relationship as anything, but I think of you as my family. And that’s why I’m doing this. Because you’re my friend Cas, and like the Winchester way, I’m doing this so you don’t get yourself hurt or caught in the crossfire. Please take care of yourself, buddy and don’t get into too much trouble.

Love from your friendly half-demon to her pesky angel from above, Y/N.

Cas read his letter when he gotten better after what Leah, aka the whore of Babylon, had done to him. He vanished himself far away after the brothers began fighting about what the right thing to do was. Sam wanted to look for you, Dean was too caught up in his own self destruction to think about anything but himself. It was strange to see you had disappeared out of thin air, there was no new leads on how to stop Lucifer, but he had a feeling if you had gotten a clue, you would take it without informing them. The angel was still learning about human emotions, but he understood the bond between you and the brothers. It was like any other he seen before. What the three of you were willing to do just for each other’s safety. The angel had a feeling that’s why you had ran away. You were about to do something very stupid.

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Home is where the heart is. You called some little hotel at least a few dozen states away from where you last ended up as the place where you would rest your head for now. It was a fairly small town that barely had any books in their library that weren't religious or some crappy book that they decided was pure enough for them to read. You didn't pick this place because you wanted to read banned fiction like The Catcher in the Rye or Fahrenheit 451. It was because in small towns like this, where everyone carried around a pocket sized bible, is where you would find all the good contents of religion. And in your time of need, you needed just about any kind of scripture that dated back two thousand years ago. You scoped out the library for every old testament, new testament, book of revelation and content that was dated back to the days when God was still around. The librarian who had helped you out looked at you a bit funny, you told her it was for a very detailed project.

It wasn’t a lie. You had been spending the past two weeks on your own, running from just about anything that would put a crimp in your plan. This was a fine line you were walking here after you made a fate you couldn’t run away from. You had said yes to the Devil. What for? Too much, that's what. You had promised Lucifer himself that when the time came, you would be all his. You agreed to becoming a demon for the sake of his own personal obsession. And the cherry on top of it all. Instead of Sam being his vessel for the big fight, you said you would. You were going to be Satan's prom date. But that was just the beginning of the mess you were about to get yourself into. There was so much more than you bit off.

You decided that changing Lucifer’s vessel wasn't enough, you changed one more detail. Something that would forever make you feel terrible for dragging someone who you'd never personally met before into this mess. Dean was supposed to be the vessel for Michael, but instead, you given a different name. Adam Milligan. The illegitimate son of John Winchester, but he was still blood. It would work. At least, that’s what Zachariah promised in that dirty bar. Both of you were down on your luck. He’d gotten kicked to the curb after not closing the deal of a lifetime. You had decided to throw your entire life away for the sake of saving three people.

Over some cheap whiskey, you and him discussed the fate of the world and moving to that neat little thing called paradise. Maybe you were becoming a demon, because you were making a lot of deals. And you were being very manipulative. You had discussed with Zachariah the new game plan you had been thinking about. Say you became the vessel for Lucifer after you turned yourself into a demon so you could be strong enough. How would that benefit Heaven? In so many ways they didn’t think about. While you had been possessed by Lilith, you were in some control of your own body. You could have stopped her, but you chose not to. You proposed the idea that you could rig the fight so Michael could come out as the champion and Lucifer would return back to the cage where he belonged. Problem solved. At least, that’s what he was lead to think.

Lucifer thought you were going to join his side, the angels had faith in the idea you were going to let them win. Neither of them knew what you were scheming in privacy. You might have been a half demon, you might be putting yourself in a compromise that you could never bring yourself out of. But you were trying. You knew there was a way to put Lucifer back in the cage. You just needed to find the answers and keep everyone at bay. Just for a little bit longer. The marking on your ribs kept you hidden from all angels, and the devil's trapped you put on the floor was an added precaution for any sort of demons that were trying to get on Lucifer's good side. But you knew the biggest obstacle standing in your way was the Winchester boys.

You made it back from the library with at least three different books you found that seemed decent enough to figuring out more answers than bible passages that made no sense. You fetched a hand inside your jean pocket to pull out your key and shoved it into the lock of your hotel room door. Twisting it and hearing the lock click back into place, you pushed open the door with a free hand and stepped inside. You reached out to switch on the light and look around the room to see that things were as they were when you left them. But you noticed something was different. You could feel the books that you had been holding come crashing to the ground as your face dropped into a panicked expression.

Somebody was sitting at the desk that you had been using earlier this morning and going through all the research and notes you had gathered over the past several days. The stranger was Sam Winchester, and from the look on his face, he was upset about having to find you like this. He flipped your notebook shut and looked up at you, "Doing some research without me?"

"H—How did you find me?" You managed to form a question as you blinked, a bit taken back from how quick he managed to track you down so quickly.

"I've been running around since I was a kid, Y/N. I know all the tricks we taught you." Sam answered you. His tone was calm, but you could see in his expression this conversation was about to turn south. He wasn't here to see how things were going, he wanted to drag you back home. You watched as he pulled something out from his pocket jacket and threw it to the desk. It was the letter that you had wrote for him. It seemed that wasn't enough to keep him satisfied. "You know something, don't you? You get like this when you try to solve a problem. You push people people away and go straight for the kill without thinking about the consequences."

“It doesn’t concern you or your brother, Sam.” You told him with a strong tone. Your voice was growing harsher from the way he was treating you, like a child who had no clue of what you were doing. “I know a way out of this. Just leave me alone.”

“So that’s why you broke up with Dean?” Sam's question made you stop from bending down and grab the books that you had previously dropped. You slowly looked up at him and looked a bit surprised at the information that you doubt his brother would have willingly given up. "Stopped by Lisa's place on the way here. Funny thing was, Dean didn't stop by her place when he ran off himself, but she did get a letter in her mailbox—written by you. Wasn't too hard to connect the dots after I read it for myself."

You were taken back from hearing the news that Dean had run off himself shortly after you. It wasn't much of a surprise there, you had a feeling he was a flight risk just waiting for the right push to send him off the edge. But it seemed your words of advice to go after another woman didn't work. Nervously swallowing, you began wondering if he was about to do something stupid. Like say yes to Michael before you got a chance to find a way out of this.

“So, this is how you want things to end?” Sam asked you, his voice growing harder as he stood up from the chair. You looked away from him when you could see the sadness starting to creep into his eyes from the position you had forced the young man into. His brother had been on the edge, and you had made things only worse. “You’re gonna push everyone away and run away? How could you do that to us?”

“How could I? All you've ever done is run away! And I’ve done nothing else but supporting you! Stanford, the demon blood, Ruby, accidentally letting Lucifer out of the cage. You thought you were trying to help us, Sammy. I never looked down at you for what you did. Unlike your own brother.” You told him, as if he didn’t know about his past mistakes. You let out a sigh, realizing how it must have come across like it was a bad thing. “Look, I think I found a way to put Lucifer back in the cage.”

“Then why didn’t you tell me? Why did you run away?” Sam asked, hoping you would give a straightforward answer. You crossed your arms over your chest and looked away from him, as if you were trying to standing your ground. He scoffed quietly underneath his breath as he shook his head from how you were behaving. "You know I have to stop you, Y/N."

"What are you gonna do? Throw me over your shoulder?" You gave a presumption as you let out a quiet chuckle, Sam shrugged his shoulders at the possibility. Your lips stretched faintly into a smirk at your own advantage from the public setting you were in. "You might be bigger than me Sasquatch, but you’re not taking me out of here. I'll scream on the top of my lungs if you so dare touch me."

“Fine. Whatever. I really don’t care.” Sam said as let out a sigh from how you were making this a little more complicated than it should have been. “But just so you know, I brought help.”

You furrowed your brow slightly from what the younger Winchester said, wondering for a moment about what he meant by that. But the sound of fluttering wings behind you, meaning only one thing. You slowly looked over your shoulder to see Cas, the angel who always entered the room by coming out from thin air, was standing right behind you. You opened your mouth to try and get them to change your mind, but before you could, the angel put his index finger on your forehead, sending the three of you far away from the hotel.

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Much as they politely asked, you didn't give up what sort of trick you had up your sleeve. You sat on the cot with your back pressed against the wall and your arms crossed over your chest, staying completely silent after being brought back from Bobby's against your will. Sam and Cas worked together into tracking down where you had ran off to, his older brother also. You were a bit taken back to see Dean again, and while he seemed pissed off himself at being brought back like a small child, the both of you were thrown into a different loop of emotion at just laying eyes on one another. Your lips attempted to give him a warm smile, Dean seemed relieved to see that you were in his sight once again without a trace of harm on you. But it was only a matter of time until the room sank back down to anger. He couldn’t forget that you had broke up with him, that you pushed him away.

“Yeah, no, this is good, really. Eight months of turned pages and screwed pooches, but tonight— tonight’s when the magic happens. Yeah, only if Y/N opens that big mouth of hers and tells us her great, big plan." Dean paced back and forth around the room, making his frustrations clear to everyone who was trying to block his pessimistic attitude out. Bobby and Sam at at his desk to look over some books as Cas leaned against the wall, his eyes narrowed on the oldest Winchester. You looked away from the wall you had been staring at and up slightly to see that Dean was staring at you, his lips stretched into a grim smirk, as if you were going to admit your master plan. You scoffed quietly underneath your breath and looked away. Bobby tried to get the man to calm down as Dean decided to stop pacing for a moment and lean himself against the wall right across from where you were sitting. "If you don't want me around, why don't you let me get out of your hair, then?"

Bobby tried his hardest to ignore the oldest Winchester’s behavior. But he thought the young man was only acting like a fool for how he was treating everyone. He tossed the newspaper article he had been reading to the desk and looked at Dean, “What the hell happened to you?”

“Reality happened.” Dean answered the man with a sharp tone. “Nuclear’s the only option we have left. Michael can ice the Devil, save a boatload of people.”

“But not all of them.” Bobby pointed out the small fact that the young man seemed to have forgotten about in his selfish way of thinking. “We got to think of something else.”

“Yeah, well, that’s easy for you to say,” The oldest Winchester muttered, brushing off Bobby's words that were supposed to be supportive. But the man’s one minded track wasn’t making him think of the end game if the worst happened and the enemy won because he was too late to solve the problem. “But if Lucifer burns this mother down and I could have done something about it, guess what—that’s on me.”

Silence filled the room after what Dean had said. He knew what would happen if he continued to say no to Michael. The world would end in complete chaos and an outbreak of the nasty croatoan virus would reign most of the population into monsters. His brother would say yes to the Devil and the woman that he loved—Dean corrected himself, the woman who pushed him away, would turn into a demon. But he could stop all of it from happening if he just said yes to the archangel. Then he could finally let someone else take a hold of the fight he was tired of trying to win. But his ideal thought of how it would all end only lasted a few moments when a voice broke the tension that had fallen over the five of them.

"Dean Winchester, the man who has to do everything himself." You spoke for the first time since arriving back at Bobby's. You could feel four pairs of eyes shifting to you at what you had said, followed by a small chuckle that escaped afterwards. Slowly, you removed your gaze away from the wall and to the man who was hovering over, wondering what you meant by that. "Ever come to think that we can solve this problem without having you do all the heavy lifting?"

"And she speaks. What's your big plan, sweetheart?" Dean asked you with a bit of a curiosity, but his tone of voice was nothing short of cold and cruel. "You gonna push people away and go waltzing off to the sunset with the Devil? I'm sure he's a better match for you. I mean, the two of you are a match in Hell. The only reason why you’re alive is because of him.”

"You know, I take everything I said back. I hope you die miserable and alone. Because the only person that you care about is yourself." You pushed yourself up from the cot to stand in front of Dean, giving him the fuel to continue on this fight that never seemed to have ended between the two of you. While it had been done behind closed doors, the three men witnessed how you and Dean had crumbled into a pair of people they didn’t even recognize. “You sad, sack of sh—”

Before you could wipe the smirk off Dean's mouth, someone grabbed a hold of your wrist, stopping you from letting this escalate to levels that you didn't need to go right now. You were broken out of your thoughts when Cas shook his head at you, as if he was giving you a warning not to do something you would only regret later. You let out a quiet sigh and stepped away from Dean to give yourself some space from him. You avoided any eye contact with Sam or Bobby as they stared in astonishment from what had unraveled right in front of their eyes.

“It wasn't too long ago the two of you were doing were walking around here with that puppy love of yours. You would do anything to save one another. Hell, you have. Now you're clawing at one another's throats and saying some pretty stupid stuff.” Bobby said, trying to be the voice of reason here. You crossed your arms over your chest and looked around the room. You knew the man was right. But it was hard when the oldest Winchester wouldn't cooperate. “Both of you need to snap out of this. And you can’t give up so easily, son.”

“You’re not my father.” Dean responded to the man’s words with a few that were the worst of all that he could ever speak. You looked at him with an astonishment form what he had done. But the oldest Winchester seemed to have no remorse. “And you ain’t in my shoes.”

You scoffed underneath your breath and tightened your arms around your waist a little bit more. Sam looked over at this big brother and stared at him with anger, he shook his head in disappointment from what he was doing without any sense of how his words were affecting the people he loved. But he knew. Dean tore his gaze away and stared straight on, he swallowed and tried his hardest not to show any sort of emotion any other than frustration for how this situation was working out.

Bobby had done a lot for the three of you. He’d been there since the brothers were kids and tried to give them at least a little bit of normalcy when John dropped them off for a hunt. He had been there when you had been tracked down by Meg, sold your souls to a few demons and then tried to save you from Hell. He had been there when Sam was strung out of demon blood and had no idea of what to do. Bobby was still here at the result of being paralyzed from the waist down after being possessed by a demon. And he was still here, trying to find a way to stop the apocalypse that the three of you had caused which each step that you took. But the older hunter decided to prove Dean’s hurtful words wrong.

You looked over to the desk when you heard something heavy land on top of an open book that Bobby had next to him. The man pulled out a revolver from a drawer and placed it for everyone to see. He then took a bullet from the pocket of his flannel shirt and made sure Dean could see it clearly. Dean asked him what that was for.

“That’s the round I mean to put through my skull. Every morning, I look at it, and I think…‘Maybe today’s the day I flip the lights out.’ But I don’t do it. I never do it. You know why?” Bobby asked the younger man. But he didn’t wait for him to answer, he wanted to be the one to tell him as his tone matched his anger from how he felt. “Because I promised you I wouldn’t give up!”

Dean was stricken silent from the words that he heard. Out of anyone in this room that was a risk of taking the swan dive, it was Bobby. After his incident with the possession, the one where he had stabbed himself to save you and Dean, he had been vocal about ending his own life, thinking he couldn't be a hunter with no working legs. But the man carried on to this very day because he knew it wasn't worth it, his actions would deeply affect you and the brothers. You found yourself staring at the bullet Bobby had placed down on the table. All though you hadn’t told him your plan, you had a feeling he would react the same way as he did to Dean. Yet you knew there wasn’t a better option for this.

You were torn away from your personal thoughts when Cas suddenly was stricken down with a headache. Your face scrunched in concern as you watched the angel clutched his head and groaned quietly in pain. All of you stared at him, not sure what was going on.

“Cas, you okay?” You asked him with concern. The angel shook his head no as the pain seem to have gotten worse for a moment or so longer before he tried to return back to normal. “What’s wrong?”

“Something’s happening.” Cas whispered.

Dean tried to ask the angel where it was, but before he could get an answer, Cas left in a hurry, a burst of wind followed behind as a few papers slowly drifted into the air before falling to the ground. You stared at the spot where Cas had been previously staring at, wondering yourself of what was going on—and if it had to do with the little plan you had set up for them.

+ + +

Cas was gone for what felt like forever. You spent the time in the kitchen with your nose buried in a book that you had spotted buried underneath a few others on his desk. While you kept yourself occupied for the time being, your mind kept wandering back to what was going on with the angel. Zachariah had promised to keep his word about the plans. What if he didn't? You tapped your foot against the floor and turned the page, forcing yourself to read about the fall of Lucifer, but your attention was quickly ripped away when you heard Bobby’s voice echo from the library.

“Boys! Y/N!”

You pushed yourself up from your chair and shut the book you were reading to follow behind the brothers to see what was going on. Stepping back into the library, you noticed right away that Cas had come back with some luggage with an unconscious body lying over his shoulder. You could feel your heartbeat starting to pound harder in your chest when he tossed him down to the cot and stepped away to let you see who it was. It was a young face that you had seen only once before, but it was the kind of face that made your mouth part open slightly. He was dirty and didn't move a muscle, but Adam Milligan was the boy who had been brought back from the dead. They did it. The angels listened to your plan.

“Who is it?” Bobby asked as he wheeled himself over to the bed.

“That’s our brother.” Sam answered with a quiet voice.

Bobby was confused himself at seeing the young man in the flesh again after hearing about the first encounter that didn't end well. The one you had met was of a ghoul who had killed him and took his form as some revenge. The boys shrugged their shoulders from what was going here as they stared at the youngest brother with absolute confusion. Dean looked over at Cas, wondering himself of what the hell was going on here. Cas placed down two blades that were meant to kill only angels, he didn't have any helpful answers, but he knew one thing was for sure. The kid was a red flag for his fellow brothers and sisters who would be searching for Adam soon as they realized he was missing from his grave where he crawled out from.

“I know one thing for sure.” Cas said. “We need to hide him now.”

Cas placed a hand on Adam's chest and used the same trick like had on you and the boys by carving in some enochian sigils into the man's ribcage. The feeling of an unknown force burning into his bones made Adam wake up from his long sleep. He inhaled a deep breath as his eyes shot wide open. The young man was quick to sit himself up on the bed when he took notice of Bobby, a man he had never seen before. He stared at the five of you with almost a panicked expression as he began asking of where he was.

“It’s okay. Just relax.” Sam reassured him with a calm tone. “You’re safe.”

“Who the hell are you?” Adam asked.

“You’re gonna find this a little—a lot crazy,” Dean corrected himself at what he was about to say to the man. “But we’re actually your brothers.”

“It’s the truth. John Winchester was our father, too.” Sam said, backing up with what his brother had mentioned as he tried to introduce himself. “See, I’m Sam—”

“Yeah, and I’m sure that’s Dean. And you’re for sure that you’re Y/N. They warned me about you.” Adam said. His gaze turned away from the boys that were his own flesh and blood to you from what spoke of last. The brothers looked over at you, wondering what Adam meant by that. You licked your lips, thinking they must have given him a description that wasn’t so nice to make sure the fight was even as possible. “Now, where the hell is Zachariah?!”

“Hot damn. Those sons of bitches did it.” You muttered underneath your breath. You found yourself lost in your own personal thoughts of what was going on here. All though for you it was some kind of miracle, the boys didn’t think so from what they heard you say. You looked over to see they were rather confused as to why you were so happy. “Oh. By the way...Did I forget to mention? The Devil and I had a nice, long talk. And I'm his new vessel."

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Discovery Trip - Chapter 3/3

Masterlist of Discovery Trip HERE

Fandom : Supernatural

Relationships : Sabriel, Destiel

Words : 5016

Summary : After Sam broke up with his girlfriend, Dean and Castiel decided to bring him with them to France, at Cas’ brother house.

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Chapter three : Let there be love

What the hell is wrong with me ?!

Sam was leaning against his door, his hands covering his face. He had no memory about him deciding anything before his mouth moved on itself. He stood there until his back hurt and headed to his room. He had some packing to do.

What the hell have I done…

Gabriel was leaning against Sam’s door, his hands covering his face. He didn’t plan to ask Sam out in the first place. When he first arrived at Cas and Dean’s flat he felt a pain in his chest seeing that Sam wasn’t there anymore. His heart had beaten faster when Cas had told him where Sam now lived, and after hours wandering through town he knocked on Sam’s door and asked him out to… What ? To talk ? Talk about what ? The last time he talked to him he had told him a lie because he was just a coward who couldn’t handle feelings and who was too scared to open his heart once more after what happened back in college. He stood there for almost an hour and left only when the old lady next door threatened to call the police if he didn’t get the hell out of here. He then went back to his brother’s flat. They had left him a piece of pizza on the kitchen counter, but the memories it reminded him cut his hunger off. He laid down on the couch, looking through the window, wondering if it was Sam’s building out there. When he finally closed his eyes, the sun was already up.

***

"Knock Knock Knock !"

"I’m coming !" Sam yelled through the door. He didn’t sleep that much -didn’t sleep at all- and his hands were shaking as he finished to pack some clothes. When he opened wide the door he was happy to see his brother, but he looked down to his feet hearing the worried sigh he made seeing him.

"You look like crap, Sam," said Dean slowly, taking his brother’s bags so he was sure the little big one wouldn’t fall under their weight. "You’re sure you wanna do that ?"

Sam nodded, not really sure if it was really his own will or if it was just his tired muscles shivering too much. "Yes, yes… I guess."

Dean pressed Sam’s shoulder. "If you want to stay here there’s no problem. I can stay with you if you want, Sammy," whispered softly Dean with a soothing big bro tone. "I know you didn’t really made it through what he has done to you. Don’t you even try to deny it."

Sam nodded once more. It was definitely his muscles acting on their own. "I can deal with it," he replied.

Dean waited a moment to be sure his brother wouldn’t just collapse on the ground. He knew that Gabriel did destroy his baby brother, and he let him sleeping on his couch only because of Cas. To him it was just another bastard who had played with his brother’s heart, no matter what Cas said about a guy having broken his own brother before. Gabriel did hurt Sam. Dean couldn’t think about one valuable excuse.

Dean drove to the airport and Sam took advantage of the short trip to sleep a few minutes. Cas and Gabriel were already there. Sam finally realized what he was about to do, and froze.

"I don’t even have a proper suit," he said to Dean a few meters away from the Novaks.

"I know. Cas and Gabe had bought you some stuff this morning. Don’t even try to pay them back, they won’t let you," answered Dean, doing his best to hide his panic at the idea to go on a plane as he was only focused on Sam’s good health.

They let their suitcases on the carrousel and headed to their plane. Cas and Dean sat in the middle, Gabriel and Sam at both sides. The flight didn’t take long and soon their cab let them in front of a huge luxurious hotel.

"Here you are !" Micheal Novak, dark hair, perfect skin, big white -fake- smile, welcomed them.

"Hello Micheal," said Cas with a polite yet cold tone.

" ‘Mick…" nodded Gabriel.

"And you must be Sam and Dean ! I’m glad to meet you !" It was obvious that Micheal wasn’t glad to meet the Winchestersat all. He didn’t shake their hands or anything, just nodded from a respectable distance. He led the four guys across the great hall.

"You’re free tonight. The hotel’s restaurant is open until midnight. However, I hope you will not be awaken by then," the smirk he made was all despising. "We will all meet up at eleven o’clock tomorrow. Private cars will drive you to the ceremony’s place, and then we’ll get back here for the reception. You’d better not be late." Micheal’s last words made no secret of his being angry at his two brothers and their companions. He left them at the reception counter, pleading in some polite words that he had better things to do.

"Well, it’s about 6 p.m., what do you think about a drink ?" asked Cas, willing to change his mind. They all agreed. The alcohol seemed to be the best cure for what they were going to go through.

Apparently, shots were a Novak’s stuff. The two Winchester brothers lost the count before both Novaks decided that they were both too well-trained for one of them to win the contest.

"How is this even human to drink that much and not pass away…" wondered Sam looking thoughtfully at this beer.

"College, Sammy-boy, it’s called college," said Gabriel with a wise tone.

"But I’ve never learnt to drink that much. And college’s almost over for me," replied Sam with jealousy.

"That’s because you’re too studious, Sammy," declared Gabriel with emphase, the alcohol taking over him after all.

"I hope he’s studious," interrupted Dean. "One of us has to. Obviously I don’t."

"Stop underestimating you, Dean !" said Cas panicking - maybe this last shot was too much. "You’re the best person I’ve ever met. You’re passionated, sweet, skilled, you worry about people and you make sure everyone around you is alright, but Dean you really have to care about yourself a little more." Cas was breathless at the end of his soliloquy, and he didn’t have time to inhale some fresh air that Dean’s lips were on his, leaving him no time to get oxygen back to his brain. Sam and Gabriel shared a confused look, not really knowing what to do as their brothers started to make out badly just in front of them.

"Hum… Guys ?" tried Gabriel, in vain. "It’s embarrassing."

"Shut up… and… go… away," managed to say Cas between two moans.

Sam and Gabe laughed loudly as they got back to their room. The moon was high in the sky and they remained on the balcony as long as their tiredness allowed them to.

"I’ll go on the couch," said Sam abruptly once they got in.

"Why ?" asked Gabriel, "I mean… We can both sleep in the bed. If you’re ok with it, of course. If you don’t wanna share the bed with me…"

"If you’re ok with it I’m too," replied quickly Sam - too quickly ?

They fell onto the bed, and as Morpheus took them away from reality they got closer, protecting each other thoughtlessly.

***

Sam was the first one to wake up. He was resting on Gabriel’s chest, and he could feel his arms around his waist.

It felt good. Too good. He remembered the night he spent with Gabe in Brest and he suddenly felt the need to either run away or take Gabe right here right now. He got out of the bed and jumped in the shower. He could definitely not rethink about what he thought was happening between him and Gabriel. He couldn’t sooth himself with the idea that he may have the chance to get something real with him. No way. Not after how he got thrown away. He was there only because Gabriel didn’t want to show up alone.

He quickly got out of the bed and started to get prepared. When Gabriel woke up, Sam barely said ‘Hi’ to him, doing his best to look as distant as possible. Gabe’s heart hurt badly as he headed to the bathroom. He wasn’t this surprised, yet he couldn’t help feeling sad.

The four boys were downstairs by eleven. They all got into the same car, Sam trying to put as many distance as he could between him and Gabriel. The way to the ceremony’s place was quite long and they spent it in an uncomfortable silence, and later the way back would be no different.

The ceremony was more about signing a contract than celebrating love. Michael’s new wife Lydia was Dick Roman’s daughter, the man at the head of many huge companies around the world. This wedding seemed to be nothing less than an investment, and apparently, it pleased everyone.

"Congratulations, Micheal," said Cas when it was is turn to lie to his brother.

"All the same, Mick," blurt out Gabriel in a hurry to leave this damn wedding even though he knew he still had to made it through the night.

"Gabriel," started Micheal with a mean look, "did something happen between you and your… companion ?"

"Micheal…" warned Castiel in a will to defend the only brother he loved, but Gabriel put a hand on his arm to keep him backward.

"I saw Dean looking for you," mumbled Gabe. Cas gave him a worried gaze, but left after all.

"And since when don’t you need your precious Cas to defend you ? You’ve grown up so fast…" started to laugh Micheal before Gabriel grabbed his arm with more strength than necessary.

"I brought Sam here because you and father didn’t want me to show myself alone," he whispered with a fake grin and a threatening tone, "And if you keep going that way I hope Luc will bring his ass here ‘cause you’re gonna need a damn shield."

Gabriel let Micheal flee to his ‘wife’ after the meanest gaze he ever gave to anyone. He was out of his mind, feeling the blood rushing through his veines as he tried to calm himself down. It was a huge failure, and the only way he found to avoid yelling around the place was alcohol. Maybe not the best solution ever but, well, it worked.

"Gabriel, please, don’t tell me that you’re drunk," asked Castiel with a begging tone, "the meal didn’t even start yet !"

"We’re sitting at the meal table, bro," said Gabriel with a wave of his hand. In fact, someone who didn’t know Gabriel wouldn’t be able to say that he had already drunk enough alcohol to kill a cow, but Castiel knew him well. Too well, maybe.

"Please, behave," Cas begged, "I don’t even want to think about what father would do to you if you show yourself with more alcohol than blood in your organism."

Cas had won the argument, and Gabriel put down the glass of wine he was about to empty. He looked around to see a bunch a people in fancy clothes talking with fancy words and moving infancy ways. He then turned to his own table, where Cas, Dean, Sam, himself, and another dude he didn’t know were sitting. Dean’s presence obviously made the reception more entertaining to Castiel, distracting him with some shitty jokes and soothing squeezes on his hand. Sam, on the other side, seemed as interested by the reception as a child would be by a book of a thousand pages about economy. He didn’t turn his head when Gabriel tried to talk to him, only waving vaguely and doing his best to end up the conversation right before it even started.

That was too much. Gabriel had tried to rebuilt what he thought he had broken between him and Sam, but apparently he just imagined things.

The meal was delicious -what Gabe found sad, because he wouldn’t be able to say a single bad thing about it-, and the dessert was all fat and sugar as he liked it.

Then came the moment to dance.

Dean led a laughing Cas on the dance floor, starting a hypnotizing waltz - they looked way better than the actual married couple of the day. Of course, Sam didn’t move from his seat, just saying a quick and angry ‘no’ to Gabriel after he offered to go too.

Fair enough.

Gabriel stood up from his seat and started to walkamongst all the fancy folks.

"I thought you and this… giant boy were together. Was I wrong ?" asked someone behind Gabriel with an unusual accent.

"I thought too. I guess we were both wrong," Gabriel replied, discovering that the guy who just talked to him was the unknown dude at their table. He wore a black tux that suited him perfectly, and Gabe’s head got dizzy seeing him this close.

"What a shame," said the guy with a smirk. "I’m Crowley, I suppose you are Gabriel Novak," he said, shaking quickly Gabe’s hand as a reflex. "Would you allow me to ask you to dance ?"

Gabriel first thought he had heard wrong, but the inviting hand Crowley gave him was tempting, and he held it a second after. They started to dance slowly like the other couples.

"So…" started Gabriel, "I guess you work with my brother or father ?"

"No," answered Crowley with a small laugh. "In fact my presence here is only due to the fact that I’m still resisting. They hope this reception will help me make a decision about that."

"And what have you decided so far ?" asked Gabriel.

"Well… First : you’re the first person who really paid attention to me since the very beginning of all this… I don’t even know how to call this ‘wedding’ ; and second : now that there’s an alliance between the Novaks and the Romans, I will definitely fight harder so they won’t get a single stock in my business. Between me and this… Dick, it’s personal."

The two of them kept on dancing slowly, and soon Gabriel’s head was resting against Crowley’s shoulder, and everything felt good - or was it the alcohol speaking ?

Who kicked a hole in the sky so the heavens would cry over me?

Who stole the soul from the sun in a world come undone at the seams?

Sam didn’t get his eyes away from Gabriel the whole time. His stubbornness had pushed him to ignore the Novak all day long. He didn’t want to get used and thrown away once more. And apparently, he was right. Gabe was already wandering around for another toy.

Let there be love

The guy that sat at their table talked to Gabriel and now they were dancing slowly one against the other, close, too close.

I hope the weather is calm as you sail up your heavenly stream

Suspended clear in the sky are the words that we sing in our dreams

Gabriel was now resting his head on this guy’s shoulder. If he wanted to get laid and then thrown away, fair enough. But Sam wasn't able to handle the view anymore. He stood up.

Let there be love

Sam headed to his -their- room. Hopefully he was the one in charge of the key. He kicked the door wide open and started to pack his little stuff. He looked down on himself and his tux. He put it off and put on clothes of his own. He didn’t want anything from Gabriel on him.

Come on baby blue

Shake up your tired eyes

The world is waiting for you

May all your dreaming fill the empty sky

"Gabriel, may I talk to you ?" asked Castiel, pulling his brother away of Crowley’s arms.

"What, Cas ? What’s wrong this time ? Everybody in this fucking family wants me to have someone ! This guy is rich and it will even please father ‘cause I may find a way so he will sell him some stocks, so what’s wrong ?!" yelled Gabriel once they were out of the main room, far away from the guests.

"Since when do you care about what father wants ? And since when are you this stupid ?" said Cas, loosing his calm.

"What the fuck do you mean, Cas ?" Gabriel was breathless, outraged.

"What I mean is that he wanted to start something with you but you were too stupid to realize that because you only think about yourself !"

But if it makes you happy

Keep on clapping

Just remember I'll be by your side

And if you don't let go, it's gonna pass you by

Gabriel was now running through the corridors, reaching his -their ?- room in just a few second, but it was already empty, all Sam’s belongings gone. He ran backwards, and only had time to see Sam walking through the hall to go outside.

"Wait !" he yelled.

Who kicked a hole in the sky so the heavens would cry over me?

Who stole the soul from the sun in a world come undone at the seams?

Sam heard Gabriel’s voice but he didn’t turn his head nor slow down. He kept walking, his cab already waiting for him.

"Sam, please wait !" yelled Gabriel once more, running after Sam in the cold of the night.

Let there be love

"Sam ! Please Sam I beg you, please ! I…" the sound of the slammed door cut Gabriel’s sentence off.

Let there be love

The car drove Sam away from Gabriel, breathless, his chest aching, his head spinning.

***

Gabriel left the second after Sam’s leaving. He bumped into Cas in the hall.

"I got some work in France, I’ll text you," said Gabe, leaving no time to his brother to argue.

Gabriel didn’t sleep during the entire trip. He forced himself to smile whenever he had to interact with a human being, and was glad when he finally got back to his home/villa/too big mansion.

"Home sweet home…" breathed out Gabe as he let his bags fall down, knowing that the maid would take care of them.

He then spend days in his office, sinking himself willingly in his work, resting only when he wasn’t able to see a thing anymore and eating only when he felt too weak to do a simple gesture.

At a time, his personal phone rang, the one he threw away the second he came back home.

"Gabriel ?" Cas’ tone revealed how much he was worried.

"I’m alive, can I get back to work now ?" And before Cas could answer Gabriel threw the phone against a wall, breaking it definitely. His brother’s voice had awaken memories that he had methodically buried far away in his brain during his trip back home. Now he felt the castle of glass breaking and his headache got worst.

"Fuck it !" He screamed all around the house until he couldn’t hear his own voice. Work wasn’t enough anymore for him to block his thoughts. He ran to the entrance to take a leather jacket and went to his garage, took one of his most eyes-catching car and drove straight to the first night club he found. He grabbed some drinks and it didn’t take long before girls and boys got closer to him.

All he had to do was to take the hand of one of his many pretenders.

***

"What do you mean ‘no party’ ??" Sam had to pull the phone away from his ear as his brother was yelling on the other side.

"What I mean," tried to explain Sam with as many calm as possible, "is that I don’t need to get drunk and to feel dirty tomorrow morning just because a paper certified that I listened in class."

Dean was now as quiet as a corpse and Sam was actually concerned about his brother’s mental health.

"Dean are you sure you’re alright ?"

"And you, Sammy ?"

Sam’s happiness crashed down on the floor.

"Yes, of course ! I mean… I just graduated. Yeah, everything’s alright for me…"

Dean remained silent a few second, doing his best to not yell at his brother what he knew was wrong.

"Ok Sam, no party, but at least come have a drink at home, I’ve been keeping a bottle of champagne in the fridge for a while now, it’s time to drink it," proposed Dean.

It was Sam’s turn to be quiet, considering the offer. "Ok, I’ll be there by 6."

They quickly said goodbye, and Sam got back to his gloom, keeping an eye on his watch even if it was only noon.

"Sam, congratulations !" said Cas, opening the door.

The bottle of champagne didn’t last long with the three thirsty boys, and quickly the table was covered with bottles of -too- many sort of alcohols.

"Shit…" mumbled Sam, his head in his arms, "I really can’t drive home in this state."

"Our couch’s all yours, Sammy," laughed Dean, his arm resting on Castiel’s shoulders.

"What’s that ?" asked Sam as he picked up a colorful paper on an edge of the table.

"It’s a birth announcement from my brother Micheal," answered Cas.

"Wait…" Sam froze. It’s been 9 months ? Nine months since the wedding ? ‘Cause the bride definitely wasn’t pregnant at this time.

"If you call that a wedding," replied Dean, and Sam suddenly realized he spoke out loud.

"Nine months…" whispered Sam as a lot of memories came straight back to his head.

"I think that the reason why you didn’t realize that it’s been nine months since the wedding is because you did your best to sink yourself in your work so you forgot about Gabriel and the mess you’ve both made," declared Cas with a confident psychologist’s tone.

"What are you talking about ?" said Sam, not knowing how to react, his brain messing around because of the alcohol.

"My brother was clearly attracted to you, reason why he came back here. He wouldn’t have come to the wedding if it hadn’t been an excuse to see you."

"But…" Sam was lost. "An this… This… random guy…"

"The Scottish guy ?" asked Dean in disbelief. "Do you remember how you behaved all day long ? If I was him I would have think you didn’t give a shit of me either. He was just a way to forget."

"Wait… Are you saying that I was the one to fuck it up ? He is the one who screwed me and threw me away the day after !"

"I’m not defending him, Sam," said Dean with a softer tone, "and I would already have smashed his damn ass if he wasn’t Cas’ brother, but he came back for you and you threw him away."

It was definitely too much for Sam who went straight to the couch and passed out.

***

Ground control to Major Tom

"Dammit…" Gabriel had a serious hangover and the walk to his phone was painful and way too long.

"Shit." On his way to the kitchen counter where is phone was were laying two brunette twins. He did his best to not wake them up and went outside to answer.

"Castiel, it’s been a while !" Gabe didn’t know if he was trying to convince Cas or himself of his well being.

"Gabriel, are you drunk ?" Gabriel couldn’t guess if the tone was concerned or accusing.

"No, actually I’m facing a big bitch of a hangover," answered Gabe with a small laugh.

"Gabriel, please, be honest with me. How are you ?"

He knew, Gabe thought. And yes, Castiel had made some researches -a private detective, but he will never admit it- to have informations on his brother’s state, and what he learned scandalized him. It’s been months now that Gabriel changed of bed partner every night, got himself drunk everyday, and he was seriously destroying the fortune he had built.

"I’m alive, Cas. As far as I’m concerned it’s all I need," replied simply Gabriel.

"It’s not what I call a life, Gabriel. You’re destroying yourself."

"It’s not like I’ve been the one to destroy myself in the first place," said Gabe, bitter. He heard Castiel sighing.

"Is it true that you threw him after you two laid together ?" asked Castiel with a very serious tone.

"What are you talking about ?" said Gabriel, thinking seriously about breaking this other phone. Wait… "And how did you have this number anyway ? I changed two weeks ago !"

"I have my sources," replied Cas with a guilty tone, "and don’t complain : you are the one who forced me doing this. Digging into your privacy isn’t my favorite activity but as long as you can’t act like an adult I have to be the one in charge."

"I don’t wanna talk about Sam," whispered Gabriel, not having the strength to argue.

"So you threw him away, right ?"

"I didn’t…" started Gabe, " I mean… I panicked, ok ? It was great and everything but I didn’t want to…"

"To be the one thrown away ?" asked Castiel softly. "Gabriel… I understand that after what your ex had done to you you have trust issues, but you can’t spend your life alone only because of one asshole who broke your heart back in college. Don’t you think so ?"

"Castiel… You don’t get it. He doesn’t want to have anything to do with me. Remember how he was at the wedding ?"

"Speaking of that…" started Castiel, but his brother cut him off.

"I fucked up because I’m fucking selfish and all. I get it. I’m not trying again. I can’t afford that. I’d rather live this life." Gabriel then hung up.

"Who was that ?" said the brunette twins, getting closer to him.

"No one," lied Gabriel. "Thanks for the night. It was… Great. Really. You’ll find your others clothes in the bathroom. Call Anthony When you’ll finish, he’ll drive you back home." Gabriel then fled this freaking awkward situation. He usually wasn’t there when his night partner woke up, leaving the task to Anthony of dealing with them.

He fled to his office where he started working -again-, having some contract to examine. However he couldn’t stop thinking about the conversation he had with his brother. And he definitely couldn’t get Sam Winchester out of his head. But it was to late, now, Gabriel thought. He had his chance and he messed with it. There was definitely only one thing with what he was skilled, and that was trade.

"Woups…" laughed Gabriel when he then saw how he had dilapidated his money account.

***

A few weeks after their very first true conversation since the wedding, Gabriel decided to take his life back together. Castiel was happy to know that his brother was doing great once again -he stopped paying a private detective to get some news-, and even if he wouldn’t ever admit that Gabriel was glad to have someone to talk to about everything and anything.

"It’s not a freaking hotel here, you know that, right ?" said Gabriel laughing.

"Please, Gabe," begged Castiel on the other side of the line, "my friend really need somewhere to sleep and I know that he can’t afford an actual hotel."

"What did you say he had to come in France for ?"

"For a congress," answered Castiel. "If it’s really not ok for you, fair enough, but…"

"Ok, Cas," gave up Gabriel. "When did you say he’ll come ?"

"Tomorrow night," said Cas, an obvious smile in his voice. "Thank you very much, Gabriel.

"It’s just a room, Cas," laughed Gabe. "Anyway, how are you doing ? And how’s Dean ?"

"I got hired in the editing house I talked to you about, and Dean, well…"

"Well… what ?" asked Gabriel, curious.

"He asked my hand. Few days ago," said Castiel, clearly doing his best to not jump all around the place, "and I said yes."

"CASTIEL NOVAK," yelled Gabriel, not giving a damn about the look the waitress gave him, "why on earth didn’t you tell me earlier ??"

"You are the one who insisted about me calling only once a week cause ‘you can’t tolerate over-protective brother."

"Have you already decided on the date ?"

"Not yet. I think I still haven’t really realized yet," said Cas with a small laugh. "Anyway, I’m sorry but I got to go. It’s already midnight here and I don’t want to be late for tomorrow morning. Bye, Gabe !"

"Good night, Cas !"

The two hung up. Gabriel got back to his too-big-for-himself-but-he-will-eat-it-anyway lasagna plate. For the first time in months he was back to his favorite Italian restaurant. The last time he came there was with Cas and the Winchester brothers.

Time could heal injuries after all.

***

"Knock Knock Knock !"

Gabriel was watching Sherlock when he heard the knocks on his door. Cas’ friend, surely. He paused the show and headed to the door. Once the door wide opened, he froze.

"I forgive you and I apologize. For everything."

Gabriel stood still when Sam Winchester hugged him with despair, as if he was scared that Gabe could disappear at any moment.

"I missed you…" whispered finally Gabriel as he hugged back, pulling Sam closer to him, burying his face in the giant’s neck.

After some long minutes they got away, and Gabriel started to laugh.

"So you’re Cas’ mysterious friend. Is there a real congress at least ?"

"Yep, really real. Lawyer stuff. My boss sent me," answered Sam. His eyes locked on the television. "Are you watching Sherlock ?"

"Yup. I’m starting it all over again. I just started episode one, actually. Wanna go back to the beginning ?" asked Gabriel with an uncertain tone, not knowing himself what he was talking about.

"Yes," whispered Sam softly, taking his hand. "Yes, let’s go back to the start. »

This is the end of Discovery Trip ! I really had a good time writing it. Writing the last chapter I had an idea for a sequel, let me know if you'd want me to write it down !

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