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on-my-vigilante-sht · 11 months

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Home Sweet Home

Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Summary: Sometimes going home isn’t always a good thing. Especially when your hometown is obsessed with marriage and you have a secret boyfriend.

Warnings: Canon level violence, not beta’d, small town implications, mentions of mutilation, angst, offensive language, misogyny,

Word Count: 3.3K

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“Two couples have been found dead in their homes in H/T, H/S (home town, home state),�� Garcia reported.

Everyone looked at Y/N. That was her home town, the place she grew up. She was horrified to see the face of her babysitter mangled alongside her husband. “You okay?” Hotch asked, catching everyone’s attention.

“Yeah, just… that was my babysitter,” she sighed.

“You can sit this one out, stay here with Garcia,” he empathized. Inside, Aaron was genuinely concerned for his girlfriend’s well being. Going home was always kind of rough for her.

“No, no I’m fine. I want to go. Besides, no one in that town likes cops, much less feds. They won’t talk to any of you but they may talk to me.”

Aaron looked hesitant. “Okay, thank you. Continue,” he told Garcia.

“Yes, so two couples, the Jamison’s and the Thompson’s were found in their homes murdered. COD for the women is strangulation and husbands were shot execution style. All the mutilation you see on the screen was done postmortem. H/T is, as you know, home to our very own Y/N L/N with a population of 500 residents, almost all of whom have refused to cooperate with police.”

“Could it be bad blood within the town or within families?” Derek asked.

“To my knowledge it wouldn’t be but it has been 12 years since I lived there, 5 since I last visited. Police force consists of 5 officers and a sheriff and unless you’re directly related to one, everyone pretty much shuns them. They think any government job is a pipeline to socialism.”

“I see why you left,” Rossi joked.

“Yeah,” she laughed. “No one was happy that I went to college out of state but I’m your best bet for getting the locals to talk to you.”

“Okay, well wheels up in 30, we’ll talk more on the plane.”

“Okay, the strangulation is personal, he wants to feel control over the wives and torture the husbands but the masochism of the bodies indicates rage, like he’s devolving as the murders go on.”

“Well how is he controlling both of them? Are we looking at a team?”

“Not likely,” Aaron answered. “The strangulation is more likely to be a single unsub.”

“He’s probably using the wife to control the husband. You know, like ‘run and I’ll kill her.’”

“So what? Did these couples do something to him? Or maybe he perceives the couples as a threat.”

“Garcia,” Aaron called over to the screen, “see if either of the wives had ex-boyfriends with violent pasts.”

“Will do, catch you when you land,” she logged off.

“So we’ve got a guy obsessed with control and a lot of rage. And two dead couples murdered in their homes. Any connections between the vics?”

“Everyone’s connected,” Y/N answered. “It’ll be like finding a piece of hay in a haystack.”

“Alright, well we won’t really know anything until we’re able to talk to some locals. L/N, can I speak to you?” Aaron requested, heading to the back of the plane. I stood up, following as the others settled into their seats. “Are you okay? I know going home isn’t easy for you.” She had once told him how suffocating it was to go home. She felt like everyone was waiting to lock her up and never let her leave again.

“Yeah, I’m fine. This time I’m going with my hot-shot FBI boyfriend.” Aaron let the smallest smile tug at his lips, glancing around to make sure no one had heard.

“Well if you need anything or anyone makes you uncomfortable, talk to me,” he ordered, placing a comforting hand on her arm.

“Yeah, thanks,” she smiled before they headed back to their respective seats.

“Good to be home, Y/N?” Derek teased once they walked into the police station.

“Yeah,” she grumbled sarcastically.

“Is that Y/N L/N?” a voice shouted across the precinct.

The entire team turned, finding a tall officer with sandy blond hair approaching them with an ecstatic look. “Hey Stevie, nice to see you,” Y/N greeted. Before she or any of the others could react, he swept her up into a hug, spinning her around. Aaron clenched his jaw at the sight, it was clear that ‘Stevie’ had feelings for his girlfriend.

“How’ve you been? I haven’t seen you in like five years!” Despite Y/N’s feet being returned to the ground, the man was still clinging onto her shoulders.

“I’m good, been busy. This is my team,” she took the opportunity to back away.

“Ah, so you gonna introduce us?” he asked, stepping closer. Aaron was just looking for a way to intervene without tipping off the team to his relationship and pissing off the locals.

“Um yeah, these are SSAs Hotchner, Jareau, Rossi, Prentiss, Morgan, and Dr. Reid. This is a friend from high school, Officer Jonathan Stevie,” she introduced reluctantly.

“Oh come on, I’m more than a friend from high school, Y/N and I are exes,” he smirked proudly. “Was gonna marry this girl but then this smarty-pants just had to go to college out of state. Next thing I know she’s in the FBI. We just never got the timing right.” The entire team could see that Y/N was deeply uncomfortable.

“Officer, if you don’t mind, there are four dead victims and we fear two more are coming soon so if you don’t mind, we’d like to get started,” Aaron interrupted, protectively stepping closer to his girlfriend. If if he was any less professional he’d kiss her right there.

“Uh, of course, you can set up in here,” Stevie waved them over to the conference room. “I’ll get you the sheriff.” Aaron didn’t bother to thank him, just brushed past him.

As they entered the room, they began setting up the conference room. “Reid, you start working on the geographic profile. JJ and Rossi, talk to the sheriff, ask him to bring in family, friends, anyone who can give us insight into the victims’ lives and begin interviews. Morgan and Prentiss, head over to the Jamison house, L/N and I will head to the Thompson’s. We’ll meet back here in two hours.”

The entire team agreed, heading to their respective assignments. Hotch led Y/N outside in silence until they got in the car. “So will we be dealing with stuff like that the entire case?”

Y/N groaned. “God I hope not. Stevie and I went out for a month and were never exclusive. He just kind of latched on and started talking about marriage. I told him that I was moving away to college so he would finally stop asking me on dates.”

“Anyone else I should be aware of?” he asked, trying not to let jealously get the better of him.

“I mean, I dated a couple guys in high school. Usually one date means marriage here but it’s been 12 years, they should all be married now.”

“What about their wives? Any jealous new girlfriends we should watch out for?” he teased.

“Well if they are, I have a gun and more training,” she laughed. “Seriously, don’t worry about Stevie. He can be controlling but he’s harmless.”

“I’m not worried,” he brushed off.

“Oh, so just jealous?” she teased.

“No, why would I be jealous?”

“I don’t know why because he’s nothing to me. But I saw the way you clenched your jaw, you were also intensely focused on where he was touching me, the way you stepped closer to me, the fact that you were short with him, th-”

“Okay,” Aaron interrupted, “I get it. But I wasn’t jealous, I could tell you were uncomfortable.”

“So… possessive?” Aaron gave her a playful glare, not liking that adjective. Fortunately for him, she took the hint and changed the subject. “You’re in for a real treat, the second my mother catches wind that we’re here, if she hasn’t already, you’ll get to meet her.” Y/N froze in her seat. “N-not like that. I’m not suggesting we like meet her as like a couple, but just meet her. I know you’re not ready for that, I just-”

“It’s okay, I know what you mean. I’d be happy to get to know her a bit before I officially meet her as your boyfriend.”

Y/N visibly relaxed. “Really?”

“Yeah, of course. I know neither of us are ready to come out to the team. And based on what you’ve told me, if your mother knew, the entire continental US would know.”

“Yep, loved being raised by the town gossip,” Y/N responded dryly as they pulled up to the house. Seeing as there were no police, they just let themselves in.

“This was your babysitter’s house, wasn’t it?” Aaron asked as they walked into the foyer.

“Yeah,” she sighed sadly. “I know literally everyone says this but I can’t believe she’s gone. I find it hard to believe anyone would want to hurt her.”

“I understand,” Aaron sympathized. “Crime scene report says there were no signs of forced entry. So he either snuck in an unlocked door before they locked up for the night or used a ruse to get in.”

“In this town either is possible, especially if the unsub is someone who lives here which is very likely. Out-of-towners stick out like a sore thumb no matter what. Also, I would take the police reports with a grain of salt, hasn’t been a murder here in over 50 years, they have no clue how to handle a murder scene.”

“Yeah, I figured about that.”

We walked into the dining room, finding a set table. “Three place settings, the unsub was probably a guest then. This wasn’t in the crime scene report, right?”

“No, it wasn’t,” Hotch said. “They must’ve figured it was unrelated or maybe they’re covering up?”

“Neither would really surprise me. I’m surprised we were even invited here.”

“The governor had to override the sheriff,” he filled in. “Said that their refusal for help was making him look like a joke amongst the upcoming election.”

“Well for once politics are useful,” Y/N mused. “I say we give the locals as little information as possible. If we say we’re looking at one of their own, whether it be a cop or a citizen, they’ll hang us up by our shoe laces right where we stand.”

“Well if these people are prone to violence we just limited our suspect pool to all 500 residents.”

Y/N laughed before a ringtone interrupted them. She groaned as she looked at the caller ID, sending a look to Aaron before picking up. “Hi, mom.”

“Y/N! How could you not tell me you were coming back home?” she demanded gently. “I had to hear it from the Stevie boy. He told me that your boss is a real hardass, wouldn’t let him talk to you.”

“Mom,” she interrupted, “please don’t tell everyone I’m home. My team and I are trying to figure out who’s killing people and you know how people here feel about feds.”

“You don’t think it’s one of us do you?” she asked incredulously. “Y/N M/N L/N, you’ve known these people all your life! I can’t believe you’d go pointing your fingers at them just because you think you’re better than them. I knew you shouldn’t have gone to that uppity college in Washington-”

“Mom, no one’s pointing fingers. We’re not even looking at anyone in town, this is the work of an outsider.”

There was a pause. Clearly she was expecting Y/N to blame someone in town and she was eager to reprimand her. “How can you tell?”

“Well in profiling we look at everything. You never see post-mortem mutilation when the murderer knows the victims. It’s too personal.” Aaron laughed at her made up profiling, able to get an idea about what Y/N’s mom was saying just by her replies.

“Oh okay, well that’s good. I’ll tell Officer Stevie.”

“Wait he’s there?”

“Yes, you, him, and I are going to have dinner tonight. And don’t argue with me, you owe this to the both of us.”

“Okay first of all, please don’t tell Officer Stevie that. It’s important we maintain professionalism and if he hears about the profile before the others that can cause issues for us and we won’t be able to help them catch this guy. Second of all, What do you mean I owe you and Stevie dinner?”

That caught Aaron’s attention.

“Well after you broke off your engagement, and his heart. Twice.”

“Excuse me? Engagement? What are you talking about?”

“Oh come on Y/N, there may not have been a ring but you were practically engaged. First in high school when you ran away to college. And then when you visited 5 years ago, you just left again. Y/N, you’re 30 and still not married, it’s time you take responsibility for your actions.”

“Mom, we went on a couple dates in high school 12 years ago, that’s it. This is absolutely ridiculous, I’m not having dinner with the two of you and I’m certainly not sticking around to marry Stevie.” Aaron practically choked on his own saliva at that statement. “I’ll call you tomorrow and I’m happy to visit you but not with Stevie there.”

“Fine, but we’ll discuss your future marriage. I can’t have my only daughter becoming a spinster.”

Y/N just angrily hung up, rolling her eyes. “Everything okay?” Aaron asked.

“No,” she answered, stepping forward to hug him which he welcomed. A rare display of affection at work. “My mother thinks I owe Stevie marriage and said I’m basically embarrassing her by not being married at 30.”

“You don’t have to visit her. You can make me the bad guy and say I’m giving you too much work,” Aaron offered as they headed towards the door. His arm still wrapped around Y/N’s shoulders.

“No it’s fine. I’ll try to go see her tomorrow, assuming she doesn’t piss me off again,” she said, climbing into the car. “I don’t care what anyone says I’m not marrying Jonathan fucking Stevie and I’m not staying here.”

“I expect no less of you,” Aaron smiled, starting the car.

“So, Y/N, if you won’t marry the Stevie boy, is there at least someone else in your life,” M/N L/N begged.

Y/N hesitated for a second, unsure is she should tell her mom that she did in fact have a boyfriend. Even if she didn’t name names, her mother would surely blab all over town and it would get back to the rest of her team who would no doubt pester her for a name. “I‘ve seen a few guys, no one serious yet,” she answered with a shrug.

“A few guys?” her mother proclaimed as if her daughter had said she were cheating on her husband. “No, not a few guys. One guy, like Stevie.”

“Mom!”

“Okay fine, not Stevie. But you dated around in high school and you’re still doing it? Y/N, this is why you’re still single.”

“Mom, I like being single, my job kind of requires me to be single.” Unless you’re dating your teammate.

“Y/N, you need to grow up. DC is not the be all, end all. Family is important. I want you to move back home and settle down. I want you to have a good life rather than running around the country with no family.”

“Mom, I left this place for a reason. Can’t you see this place isn’t good for me? It’s suffocating. Everyone knows everyone, there’s no mystery. The only past time here is gossip. I’m going back to the station. I have a job to do.”

Y/N stormed into the station, steam practically coming out of her ears. “Woah, Y/N, you okay?” Derek asked, being the first to notice her.

“Yeah,” she brushed off, immediately picking up a file and throwing herself into her work. The rest of the team watched her nervously, knowing something was clearly wrong but wanting to give her space.

“Y/N,” Officer Stevie entered the conference room, brushing past the profilers. All of them already being annoyed by his presence. “Your mom just called me crying, saying you won’t marry me.”

Years of pressure and resentment snapped in that moment. “No, I won’t. Stevie, we went out for a month, twelve years ago for the love of god, let it go. I’m dating someone else now anyways. I know that according to this town we were supposed to get married the second we turned 18 and have lots of kids and never leave but that’s not what I want. And don’t say it’s because you love me, you’re in love with the idea of me and doing what your parents want you to.”

At her words, Stevie snapped too. In his anger, he grabbed Y/N’s upper arm in a vice like grip, glaring down at her. The BAU chief was on them immediately. In his anger, and wave of protectiveness, he wrenched the officer away from his girlfriend, placing himself in between the two. “Keep your hands off my agent or else I will have you charged with assaulting a federal agent and obstructing a federal investigation.”

The cop looked reluctant and angry, but was smart enough to realize there was no winning this. “No use in trying to save a whore,” he spat. Aaron was nearly seeing red at that comment but Y/N’s gentle grasp on his arm kept him from punching the officer. “Why are you even protecting her? She’s a good for nothing bitch who does nothing but whore around with guys.”

“Stev-” Y/N tried to cut him off.

“No!” he shouted. “You say you’ve got a boyfriend, but I know you. You’re up in DC fucking any guy who so much as looks at you.”

“Don’t talk to my girlfriend like that,” Aaron intervened again, furious. His admission shocked everyone, most of all himself, Aaron “Professionalism” Hotchner.

Fury consumed the cop’s expression. “You-” But before he could do or say anything to make it worse, Derek had him by the back of the collar, dragging him out the door.

Aaron turned back to Y/N. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, he’s just an idiot. Thanks.”

“Of course.”

“So it’s official? You guys are dating?” Rossi asked, a knowing smile already creeping up on his face.

“Yes, yes,” Y/N dismissed. “And I’m guessing based on your expressions you all already knew or had your suspicions?”

“Yep,” JJ answered. “So how long?”

The couple looked at each other, like any relationship that was a loaded question. “Well we first started getting closer about 6 months ago? He officially asked me out three months ago.”

Emily smiled victoriously. “Pay up!” Everyone except her groaned ad Aaron let out a soft chuckle next to me, slipping an arm around my waist in a rare display of affection in front of the team.

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springdandelixn · 1 year

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This gif speaks for it’s self….

Imagine dark lee with reader. And Lee being a big mean belly baddy saying “you’re amazing, really. but i love them. not you.” 🫦

No One Special

Summary: You were never special to Lee. To him, you were simply one of them.

Warnings: noncon undertones, cheating, unwanted touching, hurt, and no comfort, physical abuse, Lee is a mean bastard.

Characters: Dark!Lee Bodecker x F!Reader

A/N: Thank you for this request, Bubba. My love for this belly daddy is truly through the roof and it was such a pleasure to finally explore his character. I hope you like it!

A drabble this may be, your feedback is highly appreciated. Likes are great but reblogs would be amazing! I hope you guys enjoy!💙

Your eyes begin to burn with tears as you stare from across the street.

You were going all over town just to look for him, even putting on a brave face when you headed to the station, asking his whereabouts from the other officers and looking at them in confusion when they simply chuckled and looked at you in amusement.

“Sheriff ain’t here, lil’ missy.” Officer Thompson said, a playful grin on his face as he looked up at you from where he sat.

“Left about an hour ago.” Another deputy added. “Probably at Ler—”

He stopped when Officer Thompson elbows him in the stomach, annoyance on his face as he glared at the deputy. He didn’t have to finish his sentence for you to know what he meant. You just hoped that he was wrong, that they were simply messing with you. He wouldn’t be hanging around that place, he doesn’t even patrol that route; he told you himself. But the way they smiled at you sent a terrible feeling down your gut.

But they were right.

You watch as his eyes close in sheer bliss, Lorianne’s hand out of view and her eyes darting down at his lap. You already know what she was doing to him for you’ve done it so many times before. It’s what he taught you when he first invited you to ride in his cruiser, how to properly aim in the Pepsi cup so as to not make a mess of the seat.

You want to flee, to hide from the man you thought saw you as someone special since you were the only girl he rode around town with. Openly showing everyone who owns you and who owns him. But seeing him now, pleasure painting his face as his shoulders heave from the heaviness of his breath, all you can think is how much he’s been lying to your face. That you even start to wonder how many of Leroy’s girls he brings into his car at night just to do what Lorianne was doing.

A gasp escapes your lips when you catch Lee’s eyes on you, shock radiating through his face that slowly shifts into amusement. He smirks, his arm around Lorianne tightening as he pulls her closer. You watch her try to kiss him but he only shifts his face away, her lips pressing against his cheek instead as his mouth drops open and his eyes shut tight once again. You don’t stay to see how their coupling ends and turn away to head back home.

Along with the spring chill that howls through the night, you hear the shatter of your heart in your chest. The sheriff you knew and have come to love is not who you thought him to be. You were made a fool and you don’t doubt the other officers and girls of Leroy’s bar know what a fool he’s made of you.

“You alright?” Your brother asks when you get home and just give him a nod.

He doesn’t ask any more questions though you don’t doubt that he knows you’re upset. He bids you good night when you run up to your room, whispering one back that he cannot hear. The door slams and the tears fall instantly from your eyes, your body shaking as the pain runs through your veins.

Fuck you, Lee Bodecker! Fuck you!

You wipe the tears away. You won’t cry for that asshole, even if he’s the law around these parts. You won’t let him step on you and continue making you look like an idiot for the whole town to laugh at. Yes, you’ll show him! Tomorrow, as the morning comes, you’ll march right up the station and show him that you aren’t one to play with.

You stir from your sleep when you feel a tingling sensation run up your thigh. You move your hand to grab your blanket, wanting to shield yourself from the chill that you think is brushing against your skin. But your eyes open wide, the sleep leaving you all at once when the blanket is tugged away, leaving you exposed in only your night dress on the bed.

The hand returns to your thigh and you sit up, startled when you see Lee kneeling on your bed. There’s a playful smirk on his lips as he continues to push his hand underneath your nightdress.

“What are you doing here, Lee?” You say in a rush, your throat raspy from sleep and your hand pressing down on his to stop him. “How’d you get in?”

“Aron let me in.” He says sweetly, eyes trailing down your body before meeting yours. “And seein’ as you were upset when you stormed off earlier, I thought I’d pay my girl a visit.” He grins, his hand flicking yours away before continuing his trail and stopping at the curve of your ass, squeezing. “Make ya feel good.”

The sound of pain rings through your room as you slap your hand across his cheek. He’s shocked and so are you, his body still yet his breathing heavy. But you waste no time leaping from your bed when his nose flare and he snarls in anger.

“Fuck you, Lee!” You spit as you stomp to the door but before you can even open it, the air is knocked out of your lungs as he pushes you against it. “Lee!” You groan, feeling his weight press against your back, his hand circling around the back of your neck, and gasping when he squeezes.

“You fucking put your hand on me, girl?” He snarls, his hot breath fanning against your cheek. “I could bring you in for assaulting an officer!”

“You hurt me!” You cry and wince when he squeezes your neck again. “You don’t love me!” You try to speak but his weight only suffocates you further, making it entirely hard to breathe.

“Love?” It’s almost a whisper as he says the word, gasping for air when his hand leaves your neck but only moves it to press it against the door, trapping you still. “When’d I say I loved ya, girl?” He laughs darkly, moving to turn you around and having you face him. “You’re an amazing fuck, sweetie, but ya ain’t that special.”

His words prove to be more painful than any of the physical pain he’s given you. You should have known from the start, should have seen the signs. How the officers would chuckle when you show up unannounced at the station, how they would snicker when Lee would take you to his cruiser. Even that one time you saw Natalia smiling at him while you both were at the market shopping for berries for his pie.

You only realize you’re crying when Lee reaches up to brush the tear from your face. You turn away and will yourself to stop, not wanting to give him the satisfaction that he’s gotten under your skin.

“Then go to one of your whores and leave me alone.” You cry and try to push him away but he only cages you again, pressing his stomach against you as his hand drops down on your shoulder, wincing when he gives it a hard squeeze.

“I’m already with you, ain’t I?” He smirks and you freeze in terror when you hear the jingle of his belt buckle, the sound of his zipper ringing loudly in your ears. “Now be a good whore and make me feel good.” He hisses, a whimper leaving your lips when he pushes you down to your knees, his other hand fumbling with his pants as he pulls his cock free. “And if you do well, I might even call you my favorite.”

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layce2015 · 8 months

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Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

Dead Man Don’t Wear Plaid

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"Bobby, listen, when you get this message, call! Okay?" Sam said into the phone as we get out of the Impala. "Is he still not home?" I asked him and he shakes his head. "How far could he get in that chair?" Dean asked as we enter the diner to meet a man who saw a murder by a man who was supposed to be dead.

"So, what do we do?" Sam asked. "Well...Guess we just do it ourselves." Dean said as we sit down at a table opposite a man. "Mr. Wells, why don't you tell us what you saw in your own words." I asked the man. "Call me Digger." Mr Wells said.

"Digger? Who gave you that name?" Dean asked him. "I did." Digger said. "You gave yourself your own nickname? You can't do that." Dean said. "Who died and made you queen?" Digger asked Dean and I snorted at this.

"Okay. Uh, why don't you just tell us what you saw?" Sam asked Digger. "I saw Clay Thompson climb into Benny Sutton’s trailer through the window. Couple minutes later, Clay walked out, and Benny's dead." Digger explained and I hold up a photo of Clay. "And, uh...Is this the guy you saw?" I asked him. "Well, he was all covered with mud, but, yeah. That's Clay." Digger said as I put the photo away.

"And you are aware that Clay Thompson died five years ago?" Sam asked him. "Yep." Digger said. "And you're positive that it was this guy." said Dean as he points at the photo. "You calling me a liar?" Digger asked, offended. "No, no, no. Of course not." I assure him but he looked at me, not like he was believing me.

"Look. Can you think of any reason why Clay Thompson, alive or dead, would want to kill Benny Sutton?" Sam asked him. "Hell, yeah. Well, five years ago, Benny's the one that killed Clay in the first place." Digger said. "Is that a fact?" Dean asked. "Well, yeah, so-called hunting accident. Now, if you ask me...Clay came back from the grave to get a little payback." Digger said.

"Go on." I said, intrigued, but then Digger looks over out shoulder. "Heads up. Fargo." Digger said as a female officer comes up to us. "Digger." she greets. "Sheriff." Digger said then she turn to us.

"Gentlemen. Ma'am. I'm Sheriff Jody Mills. I don't believe we've had the pleasure." Jody said. "Agents Dorfman, Neidermeyer and Flounder. FBI." Dean introduced us. "Welcome to Sioux Falls, gentlemen and ma'am. Can I ask you what you're doing with Digger here?" Jody asked us. "They’re doing their job. They believe me, Sheriff." Digger said to her.

"The FBI believes a dead man committed a murder?" Jody asked, giving us a suspicious look. "Look, we're just asking a few questions, Sheriff. That's all." I said. "Of course, if a dead man didn't commit the murder, then, uh, who did?" Dean asked as Jody eyes us.

"What'd you say your jurisdiction here was again?" she asked. "Our jurisdiction is wherever the United States government sends us." Dean said. "Oh, yeah. How 'bout me and your supervisor have a little chat about that?" she asked. "Absolutely." Sam said and he hands her a business card and she calls the number on the card

"Agent Willis, this is Sheriff Jody Mills…" she said after a moment of silence then she stops. "Bobby? Is this Bobby Singer?" she asked and the boys and I give shocked looks at this. Honestly, I was feeling a bit nervous, when people call Bobby it usually works but somehow this woman knows who he is.

"Bull crap." Jody said into the phone, hangs up and turns to us. "FBI, huh?" she said. "So, uh...So you know Bobby Singer?" Sam asked, nervously. "That is...a fun coincidence." Dean said as he chuckles nervously. "Here's what I know about Bobby Singer. He's a menace around here, ass-full of drunk-and-disorderlies and mail fraud. You understanding me?" she said to us, firmly. "I think we all can agree that you've made yourself perfectly clear, yes." I said to her, nodding.

"So, whatever the four of you are planning, it ends here. Now. Ten-four on that, Agents?" she asked. "Yeah." Dean said and Jody glares at us.

"You know how many times we called? Where have you been?" I asked Bobby once we made it to his house after Jody let us go. "Playing murderball." Bobby said. "What's that smell? Is that soap? Did you clean?" Dean asked as we walk in deeper into the house.

"What are you, my mother? Bite me!" Bobby yells. "Bobby, seriously." Sam said, exasperated. "I been working. You know, trying to find a way to stop the devil." Bobby said, defensively. "Find anything?" Dean asked him. "What do you think?" Bobby sneers.

"Bobby, it's just…there's a case less than five miles from your house." I said. "What, the – the Benny Sutton thing? That's what this is about?" Bobby asked. "You knew about this?" Dean said, confused. "Hell, yes. I checked into it already. There's nothing here." Bobby said. "Except a witness who saw a dead guy commit murder." Sam said.

"What witness? Digger Wells?" Bobby asked. "Yeah. So?" Dean said. "So, he's a drunk." said Bobby, like it was obvious. "Well, what about the lightning storms? They look like omens." I pointed out. "Except in February in South Dakota in storm season. Guys, I thought it was something, too. Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar." Bobby said.

"So who killed the guy?" Sam asked. "Take your pick. This Benny Sutton guy was a grade-a son of a bitch. There's a list of the living a year long wouldn't mind putting a cap in his ass." Bobby said.

"So, you're telling us...nothing?" asked Dean. "Sorry. Looks like you wasted a tank of gas on this one." Bobby said. "Great." Dean grumbles and I sigh at this.

That night, Dean parks the Impala near St. Anthony’s Cemetery and I turn to him. "What's up?" I asked him. "Isn't that the graveyard back there?" Dean asked. "Yeah. So what? Bobby already checked it out." Sam said. "And? What, Bobby's never wrong? Come on. We'll take a peek, and then we'll hit the road. Can't hurt." Dean said and I look over at the backseat at Sam, who just shrugs.

We walk through the cemetery until I see a grave with overturned soil. "Hey." I said as I point at the grave. We walk up to it and see that it is Clay Thompson’s headstone. "That look fresh to you?" Dean asked as he gestures to the overturned soil. "Yeah, actually." Sam said and I nod then we begin to dig up the grave.

Minutes later, we get to the coffin and open it to find it empty. "What is going on here?" I asked the boys. "I don't know, but something stinks." Dean said.

Later, we break into Clay Thompson’s house and began looking around when someone jumps on me. "(Y/n)!" I hear the boys shout as I fight the person and I push him to the ground. "Don't shoot me! Please! There's money in the safe." the man pleads. "We don't want your money." Sam said and I was able to get a better look at the guy and realize it was Clay.

"What do you want? Anything. Please..." Clay said, frightened. "You're Clay Thompson, right?" I asked him and he nods and looks between the boys and I. "Who are you?" he asked. "Um, FBI." Sam replied.

"FBI?" Clay asked then his eyes widen in realization. "Oh, my God. This is about Benny." He said. "Wha…what about Benny?" Dean asked him. "He killed me! He shot me in the back! I'm supposed to let him get away with that?" Clay exclaims.

"Hold up. Are…are you confessing?" I asked. "Please. I'll go with you. Just…just don't wake my kids." Clay said. "Y-you'll go with us where?" Sam asked him, confused. "Jail." Clay replied, plainly. "Let me get this straight. You're Clay Thompson, and you died five years ago?" Dean asked. "Yes." Clay replied.

"And three days ago you climbed out of your grave, and you killed Benny Sutton?" I asked him. "Yes." Clay said. "So you are, in fact, a dead guy." Dean said and Clay shrugs a bit. "I guess. I – I – I don't know what I am." Clay said when a woman, presumably his wife, enters the room.

"Clay? I called 911." she informed. "It's okay, honey. These men and lady are the FBI. They're here about Benny." Clay tells her. "Why don't you come with us, Mr. Thompson? I think that'd be best." Dean said. "Dean." Sam said, exasperated.

"He's a monster." Dean growls. "He's a soccer dad." Sam said. "What do you want to do with him?" Dean asked Sam, who looks over at Clay.

Later, we walk out of the house with Clay when Jody and another officer intercept us. "Freeze! Drop your guns!" Jody demands and we raise our hands. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. All right. Hey." I said. "Remember the guy you said that was dead and couldn't possibly commit murder? There he is." Dean said as he nods to Clay.

"And?" Jody asked. "And? And you're welcome – for catching the undead killer zombie." Dean tells her. "Whatever he is or isn't that don't give you the right to shoot him in the middle of the street." Jody said then she handcuffs Dean.

"Shoot me?" Clay asked, confused and shocked. "You're free to go, Mr. Thompson." Jody tells him. "Free to go?!" I exclaimed, upset and confused. "I can't believe you were gonna kill me." Clay yelled at us. "You're a zombie!" Dean yells. "I'm a taxpayer!" Clay screams back as Sam and I get handcuffed.

"So, what? Sheriff's on the take?" Dean asked us as we sit in the jail cell. "Yeah. No. The zombies are paying her off?" Sam asked while I look through the cell door and see Jody and Bobby talking in the police station.

"Hey." I said to the boys and they look over at me. I nod towards Jody and Bobby and they look to see what I was seeing. "So, what? Now they're friends?" Dean asked, annoyed.

Surprisingly, Bobby was able to get us out of jail and we left the station and made our way to Bobby's house. Once we arrived, we get out of the car and head into Bobby's house, Sam pushing Bobby's wheelchair.

"Bobby, I thought the sheriff hated you?" Sam asked him. "She did till five days ago." Bobby said. "What happened five days ago?" I asked him. "The dead started rising all over town." Bobby replied and we all look at him.

"So you knew about this?" Sam asked him. "Yep." Bobby said, nonchalantly. "I think what Sam meant to say is, you lied to us?" Dean asked him, angrily. "Look, I told you there was nothing here. And there isn't. Not for you." Bobby said. "There are zombies here." I said, annoyed.

"There are zombies...And then there are zombies. Come with me." Bobby said and he leads us to his kitchen. "You want to tell us what the hell…" Dean started to say when we stop and see a woman wearing an apron walks to the table carrying a plate.

"Oh, hey. I didn't realize you were bringing company." she said. "It’s four a.m., babe. You didn't need to cook." Bobby said to her. "Oh, please! I’ll get some more plates." the woman said and she walks over to the cabinets.

"Who was that?" Dean asked Bobby. "Karen. My wife." Bobby replied. "Your new wife?" I asked. "My dead wife." Bobby replied and my mouth fell open.

"This is incredible, Mrs. Singer." Dean said after taking a bite out of the pie Karen had made. "Thank you, Dean." Karen said, appreciatively, while Sam and I give him a pointed look. "What? It is." Dean said, defensively. "It's great, Karen. Thanks. Could you, um, just give us a minute?" Bobby asked her and she leaves the room.

"Are you crazy? What the hell?" I asked Bobby, quickly. "(Y/n), I can explain." Bobby said but Dean jumps in. "Explain what? Lying to us? Or the American girl zombie making cupcakes in your kitchen?!" he asked, angrily. "First of all, that's my wife, so watch it." Bobby threatens.

"Bobby, whatever that thing is in there, it is not your wife." Sam said. "And how do you know that?" Bobby asked and I give him a look of disbelief. "Are you serious?" I asked him. "You think I'm an idiot, kids? My dead wife shows up on my doorstep, I'm not gonna test her every way I ever learned?" Bobby asked.

"So what is it? Zombies? Revenant?" Dean asked. "Hell if I can tell. She's got no scars, no wounds, no reaction to salt, silver, holy water..." Bobby lists off. "Bobby, she crawled out of her coffin." I said, firmly. "No, she didn't. I cremated her." Bobby admitted and I was taken aback by this.

"Somehow, some way, she's back." Bobby said, looking down. "That's impossible." Sam said. "Tell me about it." Bobby grumbles. "You bury her ashes?" Sam asked. "Yeah." Bobby said. "Where?" Dean asked. "In the cemetery. That's where they all rose from." Bobby replied.

"How many?" I asked him. "15, 20, I made a list." He said and he hands the list to Sam. "Uh, there's Karen...Clay...Sheriff Mills – her little boy came back." Bobby said. "And there were no signs? No omens?" I asked him. "Well, there were the lightning storms." Bobby said.

"That's what we said. What else?" Dean asked and Bobby pulls out a book and starts to read from the Book of Revelation. "And through the fire stood before me a pale horse. And he that sat atop him carried a scythe, and I saw since he had risen, they, too, shall rise, and from him and through him." he reads.

"So, what, Death is behind this?" Dean asked. "Death, Death? Like Grim Reaper death?" Sam asked. "Yeah." Bobby mutters and I scoff. "Awesome. Another horseman. Must be Thursday." I said, sarcastically.

"Bobby...Why would Death raise 15 people in a podunk town like Sioux Falls?" Sam asked, curiously. "I don't know." Bobby said, shrugging. "You know, if Death is behind this, then whatever these things are...it's not good. You know what we have to do here." Dean said. "She doesn't remember anything, you know." Bobby said.

"What do you mean?" I asked him, confused. "Being possessed, me killing her...her coming back." Bobby said and I give him a sympathetic look. "Bobby..." Dean said and Bobby shakes his head. "No, no, don't Bobby me. Just...just listen, okay?" he said and we could hear Karen humming.

"She hums when she cooks. She always...used to hum when she cooked. Tone deaf as all hell, but...And I never thought I would hear it again. Look, just read Revelation. The dead rise during the apocalypse. There's nothing in there that says that's bad! Hell, maybe it's the one good thing that comes out of this whole bloody mess." Bobby said. "And what would you do if you were us?" Dean asked him. "I know what I'd do. And I know what you think you got to do. But...I'm begging you. Please. Please. Leave her be." Bobby pleads to us and the boys and I share a glance.

"So, what do you think?" Sam asked us as we leave Bobby's house. "There's nothing to think about. I'm not gonna leave Bobby at home with the bride of Frankenstein." Dean said. "Then what do you want to do? Just walk in there in front of Bobby and blow her skull off?" I asked Dean. "If she decides that Bobby's face is the blue plate special, I'd like to be there." Dean said. "Fine. See what else we can find out." Sam said and he begins to leave while I stay with Dean.

Dean and I were leaning up against the Impala, parked outside of Bobby's house, as I sat there thinking. This whole thing with the dead rising is creepy but then I start to think what if my parents came back. Would I be like any normal hunter and shoot them where they stood or would I be like Bobby and do everything in my power to keep them safe?

"You okay?" Dean asked me and I turn my head to him to see he had a concerned look. "Sorry, you looked like you were in deep thought." He said and I shrug. "I was just thinking..." I said. "About?" Dean asked me. "This whole ordeal with the dead rising...and Bobby and his wife....I'm just wondering, what would you do in that situation if John or Mary came back." I said and Dean stares into my eyes.

"Where is this coming from?" He asked me and I turn my head away from him. "I'm just...sitting here and thinking...if my dad or my mom ever came back from the dead, I don't know what I'd do. Part of me thinks I would take them out but...another part of me is like I'd never do that." I said then I turn to him. "What would you do?"

He thinks on this for a moment and says. "Honestly, dad would be pissed if I didn't waste him. And mom, I don't think I could harm her."

"What about me? What would you do?" I asked and I could tell he clenched his jaw at this and he looks down for a moment and looks up but jumps slightly back. I turn to where he was looking to see Karen next to me.

"Oops. Did I scare you?" She asked. "No. No. No. There's...nothing scary about you at all." Dean said. "Feel like some lunch?" Karen asked. "Uh...I'm good. Thanks." Dean said. "Yeah, I'm good too." I said. "Come on, there's more pie." Karen said.

"I don't think that Bobby wants us inside." Dean said. "Guess it'll have to be our secret, then, huh? Come on." Karen said and we follow her back into the house.

After getting inside, she gives us a slice of pie each even though we were basically surrounded by other pies. "I'm gonna go out on a limb and guess that you like pies. Did you bake all these?" I asked Karen as Dean eats his pie. "I don't know what it is. Since I got back, I can't stop baking." she said.

"Yeah, when do you have time to sleep?" Dean asked her. "I don't. Must be the excitement." Karen replied. "Or being dead." Dean said, bluntly, and I look over at him and give him the what the hell? look. "I know you two don't trust me." Karen said.

"Why would you say that?" I asked her as I turn to face her. "Come on, (y/n). That's why you two are here, isn't it? Keeping an eye on me? I know who you two are. Just like I know Bobby's not the same mild-mannered scrap dealer I married. You hunt things. I – I'm a thing. I get it." she said.

"So then you know that me, her and Sam would never let anything happen to Bobby. That he's like a father to us." Dean said to her. "I understand. And he's lucky to have you looking out for him, Dean. But you're not the only one." Karen said. "Is that so?" Dean asked. "I remember everything, you know. When I died. That demon taking over my body...and the things it made me do. And Bobby having no choice but to...Well, you know what he did. But I can see it in his eyes when he looks at me. The guilt. It weighs on him." she explains.

"So why don't you just tell him you remember?" I asked him. "He's my husband. My job is to bring him peace...not pain. If you were in my shoes, wouldn't you do the same for Dean?" Karen asked me as she gestures to Dean and Dean and I share a look at this.

"Keep your damn voices down. Karen's upstairs." Bobby tells us after Sam came back and told us how he went to Mrs Jones' house and found her gone full-on zombie and killed her husband. "Oh, I'm sorry. We're a little tense right now. Who's old lady Jones?" Dean asked Bobby, annoyed. "The first one to come up." Bobby replied. "First one to go bad." Sam said. "Ah, she was always a nutty broad." Bobby said, dismissively.

"Nutty how? Nutty like the way she ate her husband's stomach? Was that the level of nutty she was in life?" I asked Bobby, getting annoyed and angry he wasn't taking this seriously. "No." Bobby said, shocked.

"Look, Bobby, I feel for you. But you have got to acknowledge that you're not exactly seeing this straight!" Dean yells at him. "Bobby, whether you admit it or not, these things are turning. We have to stop them – all of them." Sam said and, immediately, Bobby pulls out a gun and rests it on his lap.

"Time to go." he threatens and I stare at him, shocked. "What?" Dean and I said, confused and shock. "You heard me. Off my property." Bobby said. "Or what? You'll shoot?" Sam asked. "If Karen turns, I will handle it my way." Bobby said.

"This is dangerous." I said and Bobby cocks his gun. "I'm not telling you twice." He growls at us and the boys and I leave.

"He's crazy." Dean grumbles. "It's his wife, Dean." Sam said. "So he goes Full Metal Jacket on us? We're his family, Sam." Dean said, angrily. "Look, honey. Bigger fish, okay? I mean, we got a bunch of zombies about to turn this town into a giant chew toy." I said to him. "Yeah, and he's alone in the house making pie with one of 'em!" Dean said.

"All right? So?" Sam asked. "So! I'm gonna have to go back there and…and…and kill her. That's the only thing I can think of." Dean said. "If he sees you, you're a dead man." I said to him, worried. "Well, then, I guess I won't let him see me." Dean said.

"Okay. (Y/n) and I'll...head to town and rescue everyone – should be easy." Sam said and I nod. "Sounds like..." Dean said. "We're gonna need some help." I said. "What about the sheriff?" Dean asked her. "Uh, last time I checked, the sheriff was pretty pro-zombie." Sam said. "Well, I guess you'll just have to convince her." Dean said.

"How?" Sam and I asked. "I don't know. You're just gonna." Dean said and I give him a concerned look then I lean up and kiss him. "Be careful." I tell him as I pull back from the kiss. He nods and kissed me, lightly, on the lips again then I go over to Sam and we head back into town.

Sam and I make it into town and go to Jody's house, where we heard some screams coming through. We burst through the front door and see Jody looking at her son in horror, whose mouth was covered in blood, and we could see a dead man behind the boy.

"Let's go!" Sam yells at Jody as he grabs her and pulls her away. "No!" she screams. "Go!" I shouted as we drag her out of the house. "My husband!" She cries as I shut the door behind us. "Leave it! He's dead!" I tell her as we run.

"That was not my son!" she exclaimed, upset, and we stop and turn to her. "You're right. It wasn't. Listen, Sheriff. Your town is in danger. People are in danger, and we need to help them now. Can you do that for us?" Sam asked and she shakes her head. "Can you focus for us, Sheriff?" Sam asked but she doesn't respond as she still looks dumbfounded.

"Sheriff?" I said and she looks over at me. "How do we put them down?" she asked us. "Head shot." Sam said and Jody nods. "We're gonna need weapons." she said. "We can start by rounding up everybody we can find. Where is there a safe place we can take people?" I asked her. "Jail." she said. "Right. Just, um..." Sam said as he takes out his gun. "...give me a minute." he said and he goes back into the house.

Jody looks at me and looked like she was about to aya something when we hear a gunshot. She closes her eyes and tears pours down her face. I give her a sympathetic look and place a hand on her shoulder and she wipes away some tears with her hands.

After comforting her, Jody helps us lead the citizens to the police station then she takes guns out of a cabinet as the people gathered around. "All right, if we hand you a gun and you see a dead person, I don't care if it's your friend, your neighbor, or your wife, you shoot for the head. That's the only way we survive." Sam said to the people.

"Uh, you mind telling us who the hell you are?" one guy asked us. "Friends of Bobby Singer's." I said. "Town drunk." the man said, questioning. "No, I – I thought..." Sam said then he nods at Digger, who was among the crowd. "...he was the town drunk." Sam finished.

"Who told you that?" the man asked. "Bobby Singer…." Sam replied while I passed out guns to the people. "Stay sharp." I tell the people. "I'll watch the front door." Sam asked then he goes and opens the door then looks out. He closes the door again and shakes his head at me and Jody.

*3rd Person POV*

Dean opened the front door of Bobby's house and enters the building when he heard a gunshot. "Bobby?!" Dean exclaims as he runs in the house and goes into one of the rooms where he heard the gunshot. There he finds Karen, dead, and Bobby holding her hand.

Dean couldn't help but feel bad for Bobby as he watches the man grieve. "You know, Bobby, if you want to sit this one out..." Dean said to him but Bobby shakes his head. "Let's just get going." Bobby said until they heard a noise.

Dean goes to investigate through the salvage yard while Bobby sits in his wheelchair. "Dean? Dean!" Bobby shouts and he fires at a zombie, which tackles Dean to the ground.

Dean punches the zombie and tries to reach his gun. "Dean?" Bobby calls out then he shoots at and kills a zombie as it runs at him, then shoots at another zombie which is moving behind cars. Dean finally gets to his gun and shoots the zombie that attacked him.

"Dean!" Bobby yells again just as multiple zombies attack both Dean and Bobby. One of them throws Bobby out of his wheelchair onto the ground. Dean shoots it. "Little help here?" Bobby calls out and Dean helps Bobby back into his wheelchair and picks up his gun.

"Guns?" Dean asked him. "Yeah. All right." Bobby said and both he and Dean shoot zombies as they hurry back into the house.

"Got any more ammo? I'm low." Dean said to Bobby once they get inside. "Yeah, we got plenty. Just run back past the zombies. It's in the van, where we left it." Bobby said, sarcastically. "A simple no would have been fine." Dean grumbles. "What are they all doing here, anyway?!" he asked Bobby. "I think I get it." Bobby said. "What?" Dean asked but then Zombies begin to break in through the roof and windows.

"Oh, that ain't good." Bobby said as he and Dean fire their guns a few more times until it clicked, indicating no ammo. "I'm out." Dean said. "Me too." Bobby said. "Come on!" Dean said and he and Bobby run and lock themselves in a closet, fighting zombies on the way.

"Kind of a tight fit, don't you think?" Bobby asked Dean as zombies pound on the door. "It's all right. They're idiots. They can't pick a lock." Dean said then the pounding stops and the door handle moves. "Don't you ever get tired of being wrong?" Bobby asked Dean, annoyed. "I'm making this stuff up as I go. Sue me." Dean growls.

The closet door opens and Dean hits zombies with the butt of his shotgun. "Get down!" A male voice said and Dean looks over and sees Sam, (y/n) and Jody standing nearby and they shoot all of the zombies.

They lower their guns after all the zombies die and (y/n) looks over at her boyfriend. "Are you okay?" she asked him and he nods.

*(y/n)'s POV*

"Well, if there's any zombies left out there, we can't find them." Dean said as he and Jody join me and Sam in front of the massive funeral pyre at the cemetery. "How are the townspeople?" Sam asked Jody. "Pretty freaked out. Hell, traumatized. A few of them are calling the papers. As far as I can tell, nobody's believed 'em yet." Jody tells him.

"Would you?" I asked and she shakes her head. "How are you holding up?" I asked and she shrugs, unsure. "Is that everyone?" Dean asked. "All but one." Sam said.

We make our way back to Bobby's house and join him in front of another funeral pyre. "So, thinking maybe I should apologize for losing my head back there." Bobby tells us. "Bobby, you don't owe us anything." Sam said and Bobby looks down and I place a hand on his shoulder. "Hey, at least you got to spend five days with her, right?" I said and he nods, slightly.

"Right. Which makes things about a thousand times worse. She was the love of my life. How many times do I got to kill her?" he asked, upset. "Are you gonna be okay, Bobby?" Sam asked and Bobby sighs.

"You three should know...Karen told me why Death was here." Bobby said and I look over at him. "What do you mean?" I asked. "I know why he took a stroll through a cemetery in the sticks of South Dakota. He came for me." Bobby said.

"What do you mean, you?" Dean asked him. "Death came for me. He brought Karen back to send me a message." Bobby said. "You? Why you?" Dean asked him. "Because I've been helping you, you sons of bitches. I'm one of the reasons you're still saying no to Lucifer, Sam." Bobby said.

"So this was like a hit on your life?" I asked. "I don't know if they wanted to take my life or...my spirit. Either way, they wanted me out of the way." Bobby replied. "But you're gonna be all right. Right, Bobby?" Sam asked him but Bobby doesn't respond.

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Sweet Child of Mine Part 3

Series Summary: You’re Eddie’s former best best friend. The two of you drifted apart freshman year of high school and now you’re more enemies than anything else. Despite the hostility between the two of you, you still come around to help out with his eleven-month-old sister, Emma, who he and Wayne keep most of the time due to his father being in jail and his mother being an addict.

Pairings/Characters: Eddie Munson x Female Reader, Wayne Munson, OC characters Emma Munson, Wendy Munson and Greg Thompson.

Chapter Summary: Eddie panics when he wakes up and Emma isn't there, not knowing that you took her while he was sleeping. You two fight again, as usual. Eddie slips up and reveals more to Wayne than he means to about his feelings for you.

Warnings: Eddie injures himself accidentally, Eddie is upset, I don't think there's anything else.

Word Count: 2.2k+

Part 1 |Part 2|Part 4|Part 5|Part 6

Eddie stirs in his sleep, rolling over to check the clock. It's almost noon and Emma hasn't started fussing yet. Usually she'd be wide awake by now, screeching for a bottle and cuddles. Something must be wrong.

Eddie slings the covers off and hurries over to her crib. Other than her blanket and a stuffed doll, it's empty.

He panics. Has she figured out how to climb out?

"Emma? Emma! Where are you, sissy?" He calls out, searching the room trying to keep the fear from his voice so he doesn't scare her. "Are you hiding from your big brother?"

He sprints down the hallway, checking the bathroom. Oh God, what if she got into some cleaning chemicals or something?!

He trips over a pile of clothes as he charges into the kitchen. "Emma? Emma?!"

What if Wendy took off with her? What if she got outside?

She's not in the house anywhere. He flings open the front door. "Emma! Emma, come here, baby!" He calls frantically, jogging through the trailer park. He's barefoot and the gravel cuts into his feet, but he doesn't register the pain.

One of his nosy neighbors, Mrs. Birch comes down from her porch. "Edward Munson, why are you screeching like a crow and disturbing the whole park? Have you no respect for your neighbors?"

"Have you seen Emma? Have you seen my sister?"

Her mouth drops open. "You've lost your sister? Oh, good gracious. That's what happens when you make a teenager play parent. Do I need to call the police?"

Eddie ignores her, sprinting back to the trailer. She has to be hiding here somewhere, she has to be!

He checks under his bed, in the bathtub, flings open all the cabinets.

She's gone. She's gone.

He chokes back a panicked sob and snatches the phone off the receiver. He's halfway through dialing the sheriff's office when you come through the front door, holding Emma on your hip.

"And then we'll wake your Bubba up and get some lunch-"

You stop in your tracks when you see Eddie standing by the kitchen counter, shirtless and sobbing.

He snatches Emma from your arms and buries his face into her hair, hugging her so tightly she squeals in protest and tugs on his curls.

"What happened? What's wrong?" You ask, bewildered.

He glares at you over her head. The rage on his face is unmistakable.

Oh shit. You take a step backwards and he cocks his head, looking even angrier.

You wait nervously while he settles Emma on a blanket in the floor with her cartoons and a sippy cup of juice. He grips your elbow forcefully and tugs you down the hall into his room.

"Eddie, that hurts a little." You protest, trying to snatch your arm from his grasp.

He yanks you closer to him, his eyes dark as he glares down at you.

"You bitch. I should have you arrested. You think you can just take off with my sister whenever you want? It's fucking kidnapping!"

You push at his chest but he doesn't release your arm.

"I told Wayne I was going to take her to the park today! When I got here she was starting to fuss and you were sleeping so I didn't want to wake you! I left a note on the counter, did you not see it?"

"You should have woken me up before taking my sister anywhere! A fucking note, seriously? What the fuck is wrong with you?"

Under the anger and fury, you can see the panic. The fear. There's tears in his eyes and he's sweating.

Fuck. He was so scared.

Your own temper immediately dissipates. "I'm sorry. I'm really sorry, Eddie. I shouldn't have taken her without making sure you knew first."

He blinks. Normally you'd be screaming at him by now, telling him to stop being such an ass.

You lay your hand over his hand that's still clenched around your elbow. "She's fine, Eddie. She's safe. I would never let anything happen to her."

His bottom lip trembles. "I thought she'd gotten out of the house and got hurt. Or Wendy had snatched her again. I thought-”

He takes a deep breath to choke off a sob.

Fuck, I am so insensitive. I'm so stupid. It was nothing for you to take off with your nieces and nephews when you wanted to, nobody batted an eye. But Eddie and Emma didn't come from the same background as you. Of course Eddie panicked and assumed the worst.

"I swear, I will never take her anywhere without making sure you know first, okay?"

You wait for him to tell you that you aren't taking her anywhere anymore. You hold your breath, knowing at any second he's gonna tell you to get out and stay gone.

To your surprise, Eddie sighs and nods, tilting his head back to look up at the ceiling.

Your gaze drifts down to his neck and you become all too aware that you're practically smashed into his bare chest from where he had jerked you against him. Eddie didn't like being touched, but when he was angry with you he always pulled you against him so he could glare down at you, to be more intimidating, most likely.

You step back and he releases his grip on your arm. He's still staring upward, his hands coming up to rest on top of his head.

"Eddie, she's fine." You say softly. "She's safe."

He looks down at you then, his expression unreadable. You have to fight the urge to smooth his hair out of his face, to cup his cheek and reassure him.

Instead you glance down and gasp when you see the state of his feet.

"Eddie, you're bleeding!"

"Huh? What- oh." His eyes follow your gaze. "I'm fine. It doesn't hurt."

"What did you do?"

"I was looking for Emma outside without my shoes. I said it's fine."

"Oh Eddie, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I wasn't thinking."

"You never do." He replies dryly, but there's no malice in his tone.

"Can I help? I'll get some water and we can clean your-"

"I got it." He waves a hand dismissively at you.

You hear Emma let out a shriek.

"She's probably getting hungry. I'll feed her before I go."

"I got her, too." He limps toward the bathroom.

You roll your eyes at his back.

"Don't roll your fucking eyes at me." He throws over his shoulder. "I know you too well."

You head back into the living room and scoop Emma off the floor, changing her diaper. You fasten her in her high chair and spoon-feed her some yogurt, cooing words of encouragement to get her to eat more.

Emma sneezes and yogurt splatters all over your shirt. You dab at it with a paper towel, hearing Eddie snicker as he comes into the room, having cleaned his feet and gotten dressed.

"I have plans in half an hour, I don't have time to run home and change." You groan.

"She didn't do it on purpose." Eddie grumbles.

You smile down at Emma and kiss the top of her head. "Of course she didn't. She's too sweet for that, aren't you Emmy?"

"You can borrow one of my shirts. Just bring it back." He offers, surprising you.

"You sure you don't mind?"

He shrugs. "It's just a shirt."

"True. Um, thanks."

"The clothes on my dresser are clean."

"I know, who do you think washed them?" You retort.

"I didn't ask you to."

You sigh. Well he was nice for all of twenty seconds. "Never said you did, and you're welcome by the way." You snap.

"You act like you're my girlfriend or something. It's weird. You don't have to do my laundry or cook for me or anything else."

He really has no idea how much I do for him. He takes me for granted.

"Fine." You kiss Emma's cheek and head for the door.

"I thought you wanted to borrow a shirt?"

"Wearing your clothes? That's a little girlfriend of me, don't you think?"

He rolls his eyes. "Whatever. I couldn't care less if you go to your plans smelling like sour milk."

You know you shouldn't. You know you're asking for trouble. But you stroll back into the kitchen, dip your fingers in Emma's yogurt, and smear it on his shirt.

Emma squeals and claps her hands gleefully, then dumps the rest of the yogurt over her head.

"Now we can both smell like sour milk, you ass." You hiss at him.

Eddie jumps up and you shriek, running for the door. He scoops a handful of yogurt off Emma's highchair and slings it across the room, pelting you in the back.

"I'm gonna kill you!" You rush back to him, grabbing a soda off the counter. You give it a quick shake and open it, dousing him in Coke.

Eddie snatches the can from your head and turns it towards you, spraying you in the face.

"Oh, you dick!" You squeal, knocking it out of his hand.

Emma laughs, shaking her head and sending yogurt in all directions.

Eddie is laughing, too. For a few seconds it's almost like you're friends again.

There's a honk from outside and Eddie stiffens, glancing out the window with a frown.

"It's your little boyfriend. Must have got tired of waiting for you at your place."

"I'm not…he isn't."

"I couldn't care less who you date. Just keep them out of my fucking driveway."

"Eddie-"

"I need to bathe Emma." He lifts her from her highchair and heads down the hall without another word.

You wipe soda off you with a dishcloth, ignoring the horn beeping outside again.

There's no saving your shirt at this point, so you take Eddie up on his offer and go into his room, snatching a t-shirt off his dresser and changing into it quickly before leaving.

Eddie emerges from the bathroom shortly after with a clean Emma, tucking her into her crib for a nap. He turns and notices your dirty shirt crumpled up on the floor.

Scooping it up, he catches a whiff of your perfume and scowls when his heart speeds up. You always smell so damn good.

He wonders which shirt of his you borrowed, wondering if it's one that's obviously his, like a band tee. He can imagine the look on your boyfriend's face when you climb into his car, sporting one of his shirts.

Emma whimpers and he makes her a bottle, patting her bottom until she falls asleep.

He cleans the mess from the kitchen and checks on Emma once more, content that she's sleeping peacefully.

Wayne comes home with his arms full of groceries. Eddie helps him get them inside, putting them away while Wayne sits at the table.

"I hear you put on quite a show for the neighbors this morning."

"Yeah, well, you can thank Y/N for that. I didn't know she took Emma so I freaked out when I woke up and she was gone."

"Please tell me you didn't give that girl a hard time when she got back."

Eddie busies himself with putting cans in a cabinet, but Wayne catches the guilty expression on his face.

"Son, how many times have I asked you to be nice to Y/N? She does so much for us, for Emma."

"You pay her to do that stuff."

"Twenty bucks a week isn't nearly enough for all she does. She goes above and beyond."

"No one asked her to."

"You're right. She does it out of the goodness of her heart. She's a good person. I know you've had your differences-"

"Differences? She got hot over the summer before ninth grade and completely ditched me freshman year to wave pom-poms and drool over the jocks that she used to mock and defend me from."

"Yet she's still here every other day, helping out. Helping you out."

"Hey, I'm your blood. Who's side are you on?" Eddie protests.

"Emma's. She loves Y/N and Y/N is good to her. She needs a female figure in her life."

"You could always marry Mrs. Birch." Eddie quips and Wayne can't help but laugh.

Eddie finishes putting the groceries away and flops down at the table in front of Wayne.

"I can't help it, you know. She knows exactly what to do and say to make me absolutely crazy. She gets a kick out of pissing me off."

"You make it too easy for her."

"Yeah, well, she infuriates me."

Wayne hides his smile. "Gets in your head, does she?"

"Yes! Ugh, I hate thinking about her. I hate that she's always on my mind."

Wayne cocks an eyebrow and Eddie instantly backtracks. "I mean, she's so annoying, you know? I can't stand her."

"I see."

"I mean it. She's the worst."

"I'm sure she thinks the same of you."

"Well, good."

Emma starts to fuss and Eddie hurries down the hall to her. "Hey, sweet girl."

He brings her into the kitchen and Wayne reaches for her, bouncing her on his knee.

"I gotta get to band practice, shouldn't be more than an hour or two. If you need me-"

"I can handle my niece just fine, thank you. I'll remind you who took care of you most of the time when you were this age. You have fun with your friends. Me and Emmy are gonna watch cartoons and eat all the junk food, aren't we sweet girl?"

Eddie leaves.

Wayne nuzzles his nose against Emma's.

"What do you think, Em? Are Eddie and Y/N madly in love or what?"

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mcyt-amber-tftsmp · 3 years

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Hallo hallo-! Ngl i got giddy when i noticed that you do tales from the smp stories!

Can I ask a smol Headcanon with Sheriff Sherman Thompson (my beloved-) who just really wants to retire and spend the rest of his days with his s/o (just fluff cuz i oddly find him adorable for some reason lol ^^;;)

And if you can maybe his s/o interacting with the others?

Also idk if you do the anon things but imma be 🌻 anon cuz i really like your work so far and I think imma stick around! ^^

Oh yeah sure! I do anon stuff considering its a free place for anons and such!

Sherman isn't part of my character list but I'll make exception and try to do it! ^^

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➶ 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐟 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ➴

The minute Sherman retired, not only was he glad happy to leave his job after taking care of the bandits for good, he was also very excited to see you.

He was literally a week away from retirement so leave him alone cause he was getting pretty impatient to see you again.

He loves you very much and it worth the retirement cause he would be able to spend more time with you.

He was very happy when the minute he got home, he got hugged by you cause this man missed you a lot more than you think.

"I very happy to see you." You said as Sherman smiled.

"Me too Y/N/N (Your nickname), me too." He said.

You knew that he took his job as a sheriff very seriously and you supported him all the way.

He would always write you letters and you were pretty worried as to why he didn't recently and when you saw the reason you were very happy considering he came home.

While you're cooking dinner for the both of you, he would come up and help you after giving you a small kiss on the side of your forehead.

He told you about the events that took place not too long ago at the town he worked as sheriff in and you were practically shocked but glad that the bandits were taken care of for good.

Though you basically comforted him when you saw him sad over John's death which happened during the standoff.

Sherman is pretty protective of you and you know it very well and you have told him multiple times that you can take care of yourself but he's just worried.

He basically shows how much he loves you by helping you around the house considering his love language is acts of service.

He would mostly give you small kisses on the side of your forehead to show affection this way as well.

He's a simple guy and whatever he gives you as a gift, you love it even if you didn't ask for it.

When it comes to having pets around the house, you two have a German Shepherd as a dog which Sherman brought over last year and his name is d/N (Dog's name).

He just loves you too much to even think about losing you cause that's what he fears the most.

Both of you would go on evening strolls around the place you both live in and it's one of your favorite things to do together.

Lastly, he just loves seeing you happy and smiling cause it makes him happy to know you're happy.

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I hope you liked this considering I don't know what to write about him much but I tried and I hope I did justice to your request and if it's not your expectations I am really sorry! ^^;;

#sheriff sherman thompson #sheriff sherman thompson x you #sheriff sherman thompson x y/n #sheriff sherman thompson x reader #fluff #headcanons #tales from the smp #the wild west

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noridoorman · 3 years

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Honestly gimme some of that Hillbilly, Huntress, and Frank (Legion) content and I will be the happiest girl :D

Okidoki, Have some Hillbilly, Huntress and Frankie Pankie content. Btw. I take content as “Do whatever the hell you want as long as it involes those characters with the reader” so if you wanna have some specific things, you can say it and I’ll do it.

Frank’s part will have obvious hints at my Frank Morrison x Reader fanfiction I’ll publish soon on Wattpad and then hopefully on AO3 too.

Hillbilly, Huntress and Frank | Meeting them pre-Entity

The Hillbilly - Max Thompson Jr.

• Growing up, Hillbilly hasn’t been shown any love or affection. But the worst thing? He knew everything he was missing out.

• Going to school, making friends, playing games with your family or finding love, he’d see it all on the TV but never got those things. He knew exactly what was missing in his life. But why? Why couldn’t he live like the others? Why did his parents hate him?

• Growing up, he’d dream about walking down the hallways of schools, greeting teachers and his friends, going to class and answering every question his teachers ask and even making them proud.

• You had been wary of the Thompson family since day one. You can remember clearly that 18 years ago, they announced that they were going to have a kid. It was the talk around the town, everybody was excited. But where is that child now

• You had asked the Sheriff about it several times but every time, you’d be met with stern and judging looks. Through them, though, were also guilty looks. They know something but don’t want to say it. They know something bad. Something horrible.

• In the end, you decided to investigate things for yourself. The feeling in your stomach grew the closer you were at the barn. A never seen before room caught your eyes. You tried to convince yourself that this is a storage room for random things but the closer you got, the louder became the already silent sobs and whimpers.

• When you opened the door, there you saw him. A boy tied with his leg to the wall, sobbing in the corner of his prison. He didn’t even notice your presence and the more you analyzed his condition, the more your blood started to boil.

• He backed away in fear after seeing you, thinking you’re here to hurt him too. After all, you were fuming with anger and it clearly showed.

• “’Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you.” You took one of your pocket knives and cut the rope. You stretched your hand out for him to take and after a few seconds, he hesitantly takes your hand.

• “I’ll take you somewhere safe!” You dragged the boy away from the Coldwind Farm into a forest. There was a cottage you lived in. You brought him to the cottage and he shivered upon feeling the comforting warmth.

• “My name is (Y/N)”

• “...” He doesn’t answer. Maybe he’s still a bit shy?

• You and him lived together for a while now, his eyes still widened as if he’s seeing everything for the first time. Even things like muffins or cookies.

• He takes some while to open up to you and when he did, you were shocked. He told you the horror stories of Coldwind Farm and how his parents would always torture and abuse him every day.

• That’s when you did something he never expected to get.

• A hug.

• You and him opened up about your life’s and as time progresses, realized you two had feelings for each other. And while you were confident and wanted to confess to Max what you felt, he was always afraid that you’re going to reject him for his face.

• Max was probably one of the happiest guys out there when you told him how you felt. Even though the Sheriff and his parents look for him every day, you two will always live together, happy and isolated from everyone that’s out to hurt you.

The Huntress - Anna

• Anna had to endure a lot as a child, including the death of her own mother.

• Isolation was a big thing in her life, nobody dared to approach her territory as they would get impaled by several hatchets and left to choke on their own blood.

• So when you decided to explore the red forest on your own to investigate the myth of the woman with the bunny mask, everyone though you were nuts.

• Despite the pleas of the elders in the village, you felt some sort of connection to the woman with the creepy humming that echoes throughout the forest. It’s like a spirit that wants to guide you to her.

• Swallowing down your fears, you took careful and quiet steps into the much dreaded forest and slowly approached her territory.

• The humming of the woman grew louder making your entire body shudder. Your steps became less confident and were riddled with hesitation and fear. The noise of the crunching leafs became uneven, thoughts fought with each other if going further is really a good idea or more a death sentence.

• The battle in your head was interrupted when you heard the leafs crunching behind you and you know damn well that wasn’t you. And only then is that you noticed the humming is far louder than before. Slowly turning around, there stood a woman with a bunny mask.

• “ кто ты?”(Who are you?) You ask despite knowing the answer. She’s the myth, the woman with the bunny mask that supposedly eats children. And despite your fears and terrors, a calm voice whispers to you that you need to approach her. You recognize that voice to be the one belonging to the soul that told you to go to the red forest in the first place.

• She didn’t respond but did not attack you either. Instead, she gripped on her axe with only one hand and walked towards you. Your fight and flight response kicked in but the soul whispered more soothingly words in your ears about the woman.

• “Anna” She answers with a thick Russian accent while walking to you. All your questions caught in your throat, something about her voice made you abandon your survival instincts and go towards her too.

• Years had passed now, (Y/N) was recognized as another victim of the myth and a character told in a story why little children shouldn’t go into the forest.

• But the opposite happened. (Y/N) is not held captive or was killed. They have been living together with Anna in the cabin every since she walked in the forest.

• Their love blossomed after a long time, after hunting several times together. Anna was hesitant and treated you almost like a baby until you reassured her that you wanted to learn to protect yourself!

• She kills people til this day but you never did. Despite what she says, you can’t see the people as intruders but rather lost souls that need guidance.

• And despite that, Anna loves you to death and swears she will always protect you.

The Legion - Frank Morrison

• The Legion was the closest thing that was family to Frank but there was something else he yearned for the most. Something he wanted to see one last time. Or rather, someone.

• You see, Frank has some history with a person. A very specific person who stuck to his side the day they both soiled their diapers. Or more specifically, when (Y/N) was told not to approach the weird smelly boy in kindergarden but they still did.

• Frank Morrison was out-casted by the world on day one and hated by everyone. How did all that start? Well... It started with a smell

• Frank stunk. He stunk of everything imagenable and nothing at the same time. His smell caused headaches and weird behavior in other children. Frank Morrison didn’t mind that at all, it seems. He never acted as weird as the other children did. And neither did (Y/N).

• Despite hating his smell, you felt naturally drawn to Frank for some reasons. Could it be your morbid curiosity after everyone told you to stay away from him or the fact that you always hung out with weird people? Your uncle was far from normal, he’d disappear often and speak in riddles so how bad can Frank be?

• He’s aggressive, spiteful and somewhat reserved, to him, you were one of the many people here to judge him. However, unlike the others, he could actually feel some sort of pure aura from you. Like you’re not here to judge him but rather to be nice to him and maybe even be his friend.

• Talking to him was a challenge, that’s for sure. Your conversations would be often awkward and one-sided. Over time though, you grew closer and closer and somehow formed this weird bond. Glued by the hip, you never left his side and he never left yours.

• Frank visited you a lot, you constantly had sleep overs and your uncle treated Frank sometimes like his own child. Watching movies became an everyday thing.

• And despite growing older and your personalities straying even more from each other, he never left your side. And overtime, something stronger bonded between you too and everyone could see that.

• Associating yourself with Frank has gained you a lot of bullies. All which Frank managed to scare away in an instant. Nobody dares to mess with him, he gained somewhat of a reputation that could be seen negatively.

• But not to him.

• And so your days would continue like usual until one things leads to another and... I’ll save that one for the actual fic ;)

#dbd x reader #dead by daylight x reader #dbd #dead by daylight #huntress x reader #hillbilly x reader #max thompson jr x reader #legion frank x reader #frank morrison x reader

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obsessivelyloved · 3 years

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Sheriff Thompson x secret male reader??

"You best not be treating me like a scared little damsel, Sheriff. Let's not forget who won that shoot out."

"of course not, Darlin'. Maybe it's best you not forget who knows what's underneath that dress, pretty thing."

Do you mean like trans reader????

#sorry little confused

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queen-of-deans-booty · 4 years

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Dead Men Don’t Wear Plaid: Part One

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,797

Warnings: typical supernatural violence, language, angst, blood, you know the usual

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. Any and all comments on these are appreciated. I really want to hear what you guys think about this one!

Feedback is the glue that holds my writing together.

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“I know what you did,” Amara stated.

She appeared behind you once she knew it was safe to do so. Standing on top of a small hill, you looked down below at the park your mind created for you, and watched the children laugh and play. Your dreams were filled with children lately, only reminding you of what you done. Your uterus was empty, growling in hunger for what could have been. The children down below laughed and ran around with huge smiles on their faces. In order to not go crazy over this, you had to remind yourself that your child wouldn’t be smiling and laughing—they would be crying and scared.

“I don’t need you to remind me.”

“Why’d you do it?”

“I can’t raise a child in this world. Not now, at least. We have so much to deal with, and frankly, you’re not going to leave me alone any time soon so there’s that. I won’t raise my kids as hunters. It’s what Mary said, but I won’t do it.”

“You wanted this child. It would have been a baby girl,” she said, and the tears fell from your eyes unwillingly.

“Yeah, so what?” you asked, turning around to face her. “Let’s say for some reason my baby wasn’t raised into this life like I was. Let’s say for some reason that the world isn’t going to shit when she is born. Why would a kid want me as their mom? Even if the world suddenly became good, I’m a still a witch, and I’m stuck with you. No child would want that. Plus, Dean is the only good thing that happened to me, and I am not going to ruin it by bringing a child into this world! He doesn’t want that either, so I think we’re on the same page here.”

“Is he, though? Have you even asked him what he thought of this?”

“You know what? Go fuck yourself, how about that? Just leave me alone,” you snap.

It’s only been a few days, but the guilt of your decision was weighing heavily on your shoulders. Sleep doesn’t want to come to you, and when it does, your dreams were filled with Amara and children. Your appetite hasn’t been all there, and the brothers are starting to notice you’re not doing the best you can do. Only Sam knew what was going on, but like he promised, he kept his mouth shut no matter how many times Dean asked him about it. Your panic attacks were coming more often, and you tried to have them when Dean wasn’t in the room.

Everything is going to shit, and with each day that passes, you regret getting rid of the one thing that could make this situation just a little better. Yeah, you could go and make another child and Dean would never have to know, but the secret alone is what is killing you inside.

There were still cases to handle even if you felt like shit. Your dad hasn’t been answering his phone, and when you found a case in his hometown, you thought you could use his help. However, he wasn’t answering his phone at all which was strange since he always answered for you. Regardless, the case still needed to be worked on, and you got out of the car slowly. Your hair was a mess and bags settled underneath your eyes.

Things weren’t going well for you right now.

“You look like hell,” Dean muttered as he rounded the back of the car.

“Thanks,” you whispered.

“Is everything okay? You haven’t been yourself lately.”

“There’s a case, Dean. We need to focus on that,” you straightened up, walking into the diner where your potential witness was waiting.

“Bobby, listen, when you get this message, call! Okay?” Sam groaned as he left yet another message for your father.

“Is he still not home? How far could he get in that chair?” Dean asked, walking into the diner with his brother.

“What do we do?”

“We work the case. We do it ourselves. Come on,” you stated, approaching the booth where Mr. Wells was waiting.

“Is she okay?” Dean whispered.

“She’s working through something. Just give her time.”

“Do you know about it?”

“No, she won’t talk to me either,” Sam covered up his tracks easily.

“Mr. Wells, why don't you tell us what you saw in your own words,” you began, crossing your legs.

“Call me Digger.”

“Digger? Who gave you that name?” Dean wondered

“I did.”

“You gave yourself your own nickname? You can't do that.”

“Who died and made you queen?” he snapped.

“Okay. Uh, why don't you just tell us what you saw?” you interrupted.

“I saw Clay Thompson climb into Benny Sutton’s trailer through the window. Couple minutes later, Clay walked out, and Benny's dead.”

“And, uh,” Dean held up a picture of the supposed murderer, “is this the guy you saw?”

“Well, he was all covered with mud, but, yeah. That's Clay.”

“Are you aware that Clay Thompson died five years ago?” Sam asked.

Your eyes began burning from the lack of sleep, and you widened them in an attempt to stop the burning. Digger watched with a confused look but turned to the brothers hesitantly.

“Yes.”

“And you're positive that it was this guy?”

“You calling me a liar?”

“No, no, no, of course not. Look, can you think of any reason why Clay Thompson, alive or dead, would want to kill Benny Sutton?”

“Hell, yeah. Well, five years ago, Benny's the one that killed Clay in the first place.”

“Is that a fact?” you groaned, placing your fingers on your temple.

He gave you a weird look again but shook it off and answered the question.

“Well, yeah, with a so-called ‘hunting accident’. Now, if you ask me, Clay came back from the grave to get a little payback,” he began to tell the story, but was interrupted by the bell on top of the door sounding when the Sheriff of the town came walking in with her phone attached to her ear.

“Owen, put down the cupcake and pick up an apple… Okay? Okay. I love you,�� she said right before hanging up.

She noticed Digger with you three and headed over immediately.

“Digger.”

“Sheriff.”

“Gentlemen, Lady. I'm Sheriff Jody Mills. I don't believe we've had the pleasure,” she introduced herself, holding out her hand for a shake.

The brothers both gave her one, but you just gave a small wave and a painful smile.

“Agents Dorfman, Neidermeyer, and Walsh. FBI,” Dean stated.

“Welcome to Sioux Falls. Can I ask you what you're doing with Digger here?”

“They’re doing their job. They believe me, Sheriff,” Digger answered.

“The FBI believes a dead man committed a murder?” she scoffed with a smile.

“Look, we're just asking a few questions, Sheriff. That's all,” you stated, looking into her eyes.

“Of course, if a dead man didn't commit the murder, then, uh, who did?” Dean asked.

“What'd you say your jurisdiction here was again?”

“Our jurisdiction is wherever the United States government sends us.”

“Oh, yeah. How 'bout me and your supervisor have a little chat about that?” she asked, and Sam pulled out a card and handed it over to her.

“Absolutely,” he smiled.

Jody called the number that was routed to your dad’s phone, and you hoped that he would pick up.

“Agent Willis, this is Sheriff Jody Mills… Bobby?” she asked, her eyes widening.

“Shit,” you muttered.

“Is this Bobby Singer?... Bull shit. FBI, huh?” she asked, looking at you and the brothers.

“So, uh... you know my dad?”

“Dad?” she gasped, apparently in the dark with that piece of information.

“That is... a fun coincidence,” Dean groaned.

“Here's what I know about Bobby Singer. He's a menace around here, ass-full of drunk-and-disorderlies, and mail fraud. You understanding me?”

“Hey, watch your mouth,” you glared, about to get up and smack her, but Dean put a hand on your shoulder to calm you down.

It didn’t work.

“I think we all can agree that you've made yourself perfectly clear, yes,” Dean chuckled dryly.

“So, whatever the three of you are planning, it ends here. Now. Ten-four on that, Agents?”

“Yeah,” Sam nodded, moving to get out of the booth.

She watched as you left the diner, got into the Impala, and drove off. Your dad’s house wasn’t that far from here, and since he answered the phone, it meant he was home which is where Dean was headed.

“You know how many times we called? Where have you been?” Dean asked when he walked into the house.

You were the last one in, and immediately, your dad knew something was up.

“Playing murderball. You okay?”

“Don’t bother, she won’t say anything about it,” Dean scoffed.

“I’m fine,” you glared at him.

“Right. What's that smell? Is that soap? Did you clean?”

“What are you, my mother? Bite me!”

“Bobby, seriously,” Sam sighed.

“I been working. You know, trying to find a way to stop the devil.”

“Did you find anything?” you asked.

“What do you think?”

“Bobby, it's just… there's a case less than five miles from your house.”

“What, the—the Benny Sutton thing? That's what this is about?”

“You knew about this?” you gasped.

“Hell, yes. I checked into it already. There's nothing here.”

“What the hell are you hiding? What are you not telling us?”

“You wanna tell me what you’re hiding?” he counterargued, and you shut your mouth. “That’s what I thought.”

“Except a witness who saw a dead guy commit murder,” Sam added.

“What witness? Digger Wells?”

“Yeah. So?”

“So, he's a drunk.”

“Well, what about the lightning storms? They look like omens.”

“Except in February in South Dakota in storm season. Guys, I thought it was something, too. Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar.”

“Then who killed the guy?” you asked.

“Take your pick. This Benny Sutton guy was a grade-a son of a bitch. There's a list of the living a year long wouldn't mind putting a cap in his ass.”

“So, you're telling us... nothing?”

“Sorry. Looks like you wasted a tank of gas on this one,” he shrugged.

“Great,” Dean sighed.

Both brothers left your dad’s house with frowns on their faces, and just as you were going to go, your dad stopped you.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” he wondered.

The look in your eyes were broken, and your bottom lip wavered as if you could cry at any moment.

“I’m fine,” you whispered.

Leaving his side, he watched as you joined the brothers. He knew something was wrong, but he didn’t know what it could be. He hated seeing you this way; it was the dad in him.

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samantha-rae-velcher · 2 years

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Warmth of the sun and the man beside me

Eli Thompson x Fem reader

Warnings: Fluff, Smut! mention of injuries.

A/n: 18+ NSFW! If you don't like the warnings please don't read! I love Eli, he's an amazing character. My favorite quote from him has to be "What is he? King fuckin Neptune?"

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"How is she doc?" Eli asked.

"She'll make a full recovery, but be patient with her. That bullet wound needs time, she will be in quite a bit of pain."

With that, the doctor grabbed his shit and left the house. Eli walked over to Y/n's bed side and pulled up a chair. He leaned forward resting his left arm on her pillow above her head, while he gently ran his right hand through her hair.

"Wake up, honey." He whispered.

Y/n opened her eyes and smiled. Leaning in Eli pressed his lips to hers, he rested his forehead against hers and just took in her scent.

"I thought I was gonna loose you, Nucky wasn't gonna do a damn thing and I-"

"Shh, it's okay." Y/n cut him off with a hushed tone.

He smiled and brushed her hair back kissing her forehead.

"I just love you so much, all I heard was a gun shot and you....you were laying on the floor. I didn't know what to do....I thought he killed you."

"Elias, I'm okay. I'm not gonna die."

All Eli could think was that he nearly lost the woman he cared most about. There was a sudden hunger in his eyes, the thought of this being the last time he could touch her feeding his arousal. Eli crashed his lips to hers and slipped his hand under the blankets.

"I need you, Honey." He whispered.

Y/n let out a quiet gasp and arched her back when she felt Eli slip his fingers inside her. He groaned at how wet she was, he attacked her neck, biting and sucking. Pumping his fingers in and out of her while rubbing her clit with his thumb.

"You like that huh? You crave my fingers inside you?"

He smiled at the sound of her moans, watching her squirm under his larger form.

"I-Im gonna cum." She choked out.

"Cum for me baby, just let go."

He felt her hot liquid pour over his fingers, she let out a whimper making him smirk.

"Good girl." He got up and headed for the door.

"You're not leaving are you?" She then heard the click of the door locking.

He turned back to her. "No, we're not done yet."

THE END ❤️

#fyp #fanfic #foryou #foryoupage #x reader #smut #eli thompson #eli Thompson x Fem reader #elias Thompson #sheriff thompson x reader #sheriff thompson #eli Thompson x reader #boardwalk empire x reader #boardwalk empire

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the-masked-artist05 · 1 year

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Been super busy recently, but I've managed to doodle some mermaid! Thompsons and a lil' alternate design i came up for him! (I'll make a full image of that soon)

#art #my art #digital art #eddsworld #eddsworld fanart #saloonatics #ew sheriff thompson #merman #eddsworld au #long hair thompson my beloved #also someone suggested that i do a x reader bullet point list for him like i did with Nyx #lets see if i can get that done!

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slashingdisneypasta · 4 years

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For all of you who are here for Slashers and Horror villains, I’m working on a headcanon’s post where a horror protagonist is confessing their feelings for the reader but the horror villain that is secretly in love with you notices and interrupts. Full of funnies and general Horror Villain x Reader goodness.

Horror Villains involved:

Billy Loomis

Bubba Sawyer

Mayor Buckman

Carrie White

Chop Top Sawyer

Chucky / Charles Lee Ray (In doll form)

Drayton Sawyer

Freddy Krueger

Jason Voorhees

Jennifer Check

Sheriff Hoyt / Charlie Hewitt

Michael Myers

Patrick Bateman

Pennywise (OG)

Stu Macher

Thomas Hewitt

Horror Protagonists involved (Due to the use of the WheelDecide website, the horror villain and the protagonist do not coincide by movie):

Ace Visconti (Dead By Daylight)

Adult!Alice Johnson (ANOES Franchise)

Adult!Andy Barclay (Childs Play Franchise)

Anita ‘Needy’ Lesnick (Jennifer’s Body)

Bill Overbeck (Left 4 Dead / Dead By Daylight)

Chrissie (TCM: The Beginning)

Dr Harding (The Midnight Man)

Eric (TCM: The Beginning)

Erin (Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2003)

Adult!Laurie Strode

Nancy Thompson (ANOES Franchise)

Teen!Randy Meeks (Scream Franchise)

Sally Hardesty (Texas Chainsaw Massacre)

Adult!Sue Snell (Carrie)

Middle Aged!Sydney Prescott (Scream Franchise

Vanita ‘Stretch’ Brock (Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2)

Who got who is a surprise XD

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heylookafanfic · 5 years

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AUTHOR’S NOTE: The reader is college aged, so about 19-26 years old :). I’m also going to try my best with making all my imagines gender neutral! I might accidentally forget in the future so, please don’t hesitate to remind me via inbox! Enjoy!

Pairing: Jim Hopper x Reader, Robin x Reader

brief summary: You and Hopper are dating but after a conversation with Robin at work, you start to feel a bit insecure bc of the slight age gap in your relationship.

word count: 1,911 words requested: no, this one came to mind warnings: age gap, mention of abuse, mention of anxiety, mention of depression (drinking and smoking as a coping mechanism), but mainly fluff!

You worked at Scoops Ahoy with Steve and Robin as a summer gig. College is expensive and textbooks aren’t going to pay for themselves. You actually enjoyed working in there because it was in the mall which meant after you got off for the night, you got to grab a large piece of gooey pizza from the food court. The absolute highlight of your day.

12:45pm - Lunch time.

Steve offered to stay out front and sell ice cream while you and Robin ate lunch in the food court. You sat down and began eating a bagged lunch that Hop packed you.

“What’s that say? Robin asked

There was a Post-It note taped to the side of your lunch

She pulled it off and mockingly read: "Have a great day pumpkin!”

“Pumpkin???” she chuckled

“What? Your mom doesn’t call you little pet names?” you defensively joked

The note was obviously from Hop but you quickly played it off like your mom wrote it.

“My mom and I are on a first name basis - the only thing she calls me is Robin” she chuckled

“You should call her Batman so you guys will be Batman and Robin” you laughed

“Yeah, never happen– woah”

Robin looked past you which made you turn around

“What?” you asked

“Tammy Thompson. Floral romper. Next to Taco Bell”

“I see her but, what about her?”

“ ‘Grade school crush’ Tammy Thompson”

“OH” you said as you caught on

“Dude, she got hot! Like, she was always cute in grade school but she’s gorgeous”

“Is she still your type?

"I don’t know. I don’t really have a type Y/N”

“I find that hard to believe. You think Phoebe Cates is– and I quote, ’outrageously hot’ ” you joke

“SHE IS!” Robin laughs

“What about you Y/N? You got a type?”

“Not really. If the right person comes along, then whatever happens, happens” you shrugged

“You liar, I see you hangin’ around that sheriff dude all the time. You can’t tell me you don’t have the hots for him”

“What?! No! Never in a million years. Hopper’s a family friend and only a family friend”

“Are you sure about that because, every time he stops by the shop, I see the way you make googly eyes at him” she said

“Googly eyes? Maybe that’s you making googly eyes at him Robin!” you laughed

“I like girls, remember?” she laughed

“Well, that’s good news because I was about to say, he looks quite a bit older than you” she continued

You continued eating your lunch but still listened to what Robin was saying

“Like, imagine dating some dude old enough to be your dad. Like, he’d hold your hand while you cross the street and he’d read a bedtime story before bed and you gotta get permission to leave the house and think about what it be like having– christ, I’m gonna vomit!” she laughed

You were secretly hurt by what Robin said because little did she know, she was right about you and Hopper except it’s not a crush– you and Jim are going on 8 months in a serious relationship. It all started after fighting off the demidogs with the kids, Jonathan, Nancy, Steve, and Hopper. Jim offered you to stay with him and El until things died down but you declined because you still had college courses to take care of. Although lab experiments are pretty much running rampid through Hawkins, school wasn’t going to close down for a snow day, let alone Demidogs. College was 2 hours away from Hawkins but that never stopped Hop from driving the distance to “check in” on you. Flat tire? Hop was on the way. Need a space heater for your dorm? Hop wouldn’t let you spend a dime on buying one, he’d be on his way with one in the back of the truck and maybe a little homemade meal prepped by yours truly. Basically, he found any excuse to come and see you. After a heart-to-heart one day after ranting about being a bit homesick, he asked you to move in with him and El.

*Flashback*

“You’ll be in Hawkins and even if it means waking up at the crack of dawn to drive you to class, it’ll be worth it.” he said

“Hop, I don’t want to inconvenience you at all. I mean, it’s a 2 hour drive there and back, that’s a lot of gas, you still have to go to work and is El really going to be okay by herself for a few hours?” you questioned

“Gas isn’t a problem, the truck uses it regardless of where I’m going, and yes, El will be perfectly fine. The kid survived this whole time without me and did you forget she has–”

“telekinesis” you both said

After saying your good byes to your dorm mate and packing your things, you were officially a resident of casa de Hopper. He was thrilled that he’d get to see you everyday. Nothing was official yet but he had a hunch that maybe things would move a long a bit. He apologized for not having a room for you but you didn’t mind the little area of the cabin he prepared for you. You had feelings for him from the jump but after seeing him out of uniform and being an amazing dad to El, you were absolutely sold. Being able to see Hop put this whole 'tough guy’ persona away behind closed doors and being vulnerable at times, had you wishing he’d actually ask you out.

One night, you were sitting on the porch, letting the sounds of the surrounding woods serenade you, when he sat beside you. He brought you a coffee and just sat in silence. The way you looked as you admired the stars– you literally had a twinkle in your eye. Taking a deep breath, he went for it. The man just full on let his heart out to you before quickly regretting it. You looked at him and chuckled. In that moment, he was sure he ruined your friendship, you’d want to move out and never speak to him again. You told him that you have the same feelings for him but never had the courage to say anything. He let out a sigh of relief and cracked the biggest smile. Things went quiet again until he asked if he could kiss you (consent first!). You nodded and you two lovebirds did a passionate but sweet kiss.That smile quickly went away. He pulled back and took a breath. You asked him what was wrong and he simply said

“It’s not right”

“What?”

“Us”

“Huh?”

“Me and you Y/N. I feel like I took advantage of you”

“What?! No, of course not. In what way?” you asked

“You’re in your 20’s, I’m in my 40’s. There’s an age gap”

“Okay– I don’t see how that’s a problem though”

“When everyone sees us, they’re going to think I’m only using you for sex. Come on, you know if a guy my age is with someone your age, there’s obviously something going on there. The younger person is never the 'secretary’ or 'assistant’.” he said

“Hop, are we or are we not 2 consenting adults?”

“Yeah”

“Do we both have honest mutual feelings for each other?”

He nodded his head

“So, what does it matter what everyone else thinks? We’re both happy. I haven’t been truly happy in a while but when you’re around, the world isn’t so bad” you said

He cracked a smile again.

“Listen, if it makes you feel better we don’t have to tell anyone about us. We can tell them when we’re ready. Deal?” you continued

He put his pinky finger out.

“Oh, so we’re pinky promising now?” you chuckled

“I guess you can say we’re getting pretty serious” he laughed

*End of flashback*

7:00pm– Closing Time

Hop pulled up to the front of the mall and waited for you.

7:00 was his favorite time of the day because that meant he got to see his whole world walk out of the doors of the Starcourt Mall every day. He was blasting “You Make My Dreams” by Hall & Oats with the windows rolled up. It was the song to your realationship but, he’d rather be caught dead than be caught listening to Hall & Oats.

You walked through the doors, yanking off your “AHOY” hat when you hear

“Y/N!”

Getting in the car, you plop down in the passenger side and put your seatbelt on.

Usually “You Make My Dreams” would have you dancing in your seat but you were offaly quiet.

“You okay?” he asked as he turn the music down

“Yeah”

“Now, when you say 'yeah’ ,you’re obviously lying. Seriously, is everything okay?”

You sighed

“Remember when we 1st got together, and we talked about our age?”

“Mhm”

“Robin and I were talking and she mentioned how dating a 'guy old enough to be your dad’ is gross.”

“Did you tell her about us?!” he panicked

“No, of course not. She brought age gaps up when we were talking about crushes and I have anxiety over it now. Are we–”

Hop put his finger up to his lip and shh’d you. He knew you overthink too much and that lead to your anxiety triggering. He took your hand in his, rubbing his thumb over yours.

“Y/N, the minute I laid my eyes on you–”

He paused before choking up a bit

“–I felt the same feeling I felt when I first met Diane. After Sarah passed, we divorced and I never thought I’d be happy again. I turned to cigs and alcohol for help but I dug myself deeper in this hole. Meeting Joyce gave me hope, but I saw how happy she was with Bob and– I wanted what she had. Coming home to someone who gives a damn about you every day. All the stress from fighting the demagorgon and being a dad again, I was ready to throw in the towel. Then, I met you. You were so laidback and carefree and had this aura I can’t describe. You always knew how to light up a room. When I got to know you better and you told me about the hell your dad put you and your mom through, I saw how strong you were and I needed that in my life. I needed someone who can keep me grounded when life becomes too much. That was you. You went back to college and I felt my life falling apart again. That’s why I came to see you so much. When you said you wanted to move in, I drove home that night on top of the world. I told El and we drank hot chocolate the whole night as a celebration. You wanna know the best part, that night we started dating was the absolute best night I had in years. I felt like kid again. Like, my playground crush just said yes to swinging together. Y/N, you are the best thing to happen to me in a long time. Like you said, 'what does it matter what everyone else thinks? We’re both happy’. ”

He kissed you and that kiss had to be at least a minute long.

“You feel better?” he chuckled

“No” you said

“Seriously?”

“I’m kidding, yes I feel better” you chuckled

“Good, now let’s go home” he said with a side smile

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huntertales · 7 years

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Part One: Eye For an Eye, Tooth For a Tooth. (Dead Men Don’t Wear Plaid S05E15)

Episode Summary: Sam, Dean and the reader investigate Bobby's home town where the dead are rising from the grave but instead of attacking humans, they are happily reuniting with their families. Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Word Count: 4,817.

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It'd been two weeks since you and the boys departed from Bobby Singer's house after No matter what, Bobby was always there when you needed him. He'd welcome the three of you back when Sam was strung out of his head from demon blood and you gotten yourself knocking on death's door after losing most of your blood in your body, along with going a few rounds with two demons. Bobby didn't say anything. He let you use what you needed to get back to normal and hit the road where you had spotted a case just a few states over to occupy your time. Nobody had said anything what happened. You kept on going like nothing was wrong, like always.

You got back into town yesterday when you noticed some strange activity was going on in your very own Sioux Falls. It seemed there might have been a possible zombie case from a person’s eye witness they gave to the police. And it wasn’t everyday someone someone decided to rise from the dead and kill a random townsfolk.

"Bobby, listen," You stepped out from the backseat of the Impala with one hand pushing open the door as the other held your cell phone to your ear as you tried to contact a hunter who shouldn't have been hard to contact. During these stressful and trying times, he should know to keep his damn phone on him. "When you get this message, or the other five I left you, call me!"

You let out a frustrated sigh as you ended the call before shoving your phone back into the pocket in your skirt. Slamming the door shut behind you, you looked at the diner ahead of you, growing a bit happy that another case had fallen into your lap to help keep your mind off things. "Is he still not home?" You turned your gaze away from the diner's sign to Dean, who was growing a bit worried himself at Bobby's lack of communication with all of you. You shrugged your shoulders and followed behind the boys as they headed for the entrance. "How far could he get in that chair?"

Apparently pretty far, you thought to yourself. You mumbled a thank you when Sam held the door open for you as you quickly slipped inside the heated place that felt glorious compared to outside that was freezing with winter still sticking around. You crossed your arms over your chest as an attempt to get warmer and looked around the small diner, taking notice outside that it started to lightly snow. “So, what do we do now?” Sam asked you and his brother.

“Well, guess we just do it ourselves.” Dean said, nodding his head in the direction to the back of the diner when he spotted the witness who claimed he saw a dead man walking. The three of you walked over and introduced yourselves, giving him the usual speech before you got yourself comfortable in the booth with Dean, leaving Sam to pull up a chair. “Mr. Wells, why don’t you tell us what you saw—in your own words.”

“Call me Digger.” He said, you let out a bit of a chuckle from the unusual nickname. From his scruffy looking appearance, it worked on him, but it made him curious as to who exactly gave him the nickname in the first place and the story behind it. Most nicknames do. Dean liked to call you Nancy Drew for your research skills, and how you always poked your nose in things where it didn’t belong. And you called Sam Sasquatch for his giant frame that towered over most people, yourself included. But it seemed there really wasn’t much of an explanation behind the clever nickname. “I did.”

“You gave yourself your own nickname?” Dean asked, trying his hardest to be polite about what he was hearing. You rolled your eyes from what he said next, seeming to feel the need to tell the man about what he thought was a bit weird. “You can’t do that.”

Digger gave the man a dirty look, “Who died and made you queen?”

“Okay. Uh,” You jumped into the conversation before things could escalate into an argument when Dean found the man’s origin of his nickname unnatural and stray away from the reason why all of you were here in the first place. “Why don’t you tell us what you saw.”

“I saw Clay Thompson climb into Benny Sutton’s trailer through the window.” Digger explained the story that he’d given the police. “Couple minutes later, Clay walked out, and Benny’s dead.”

“And. Uh,” Dean reached inside the pocket of his suit jacket to pull out the photocopy of the driver’s license that you found of the murder suspect to show Digger. “Is this the guy you saw?”

“Well, he was all covered in mud, but, yeah.” Digger said. “That’s Clay.”

“And you are aware that Clay Thompson died five years ago?” Sam asked.

“Yep.” Digger answered, seeming sure of himself of what he’d seen that night.

“And you’re positive that it was this guy?” You asked yet again for clarification, pointing to the face in the licence photo. Digger looked at you with narrowing eyes, wondering if you were accusing him of lying, you raised a brow at him in curiosity. "You tell me, buddy. Can you think of any reason why Clay Thompson—alive or dead—would want to kill Benny Sutton?"

“Hell, yeah. Five years ago, Benny’s the one that killed Clay in the first place. It was a so-called ‘hunting accident.’ Now, if you ask me, Clay came back from the grave to get a little payback.” Digger's story seemed legit enough for you to be interested in hearing more about what he could give you. And while he seemed all for telling more, the man looked away from you to someone from the front of the diner, locking eyes with a familiar face. His smile slowly drifted off his face as he let out a faint sigh, almost seeming disappointed at who he saw coming forward to the table without your knowledge. "Heads up. 'Fargo.'"

"Digger." You looked over your shoulder slightly when you heard a female voice come from behind. You noticed right away from her uniform that she was an officer, a sheriff from Digger's greeting as he attempted to keep his focus solely on the table. You gave the woman a polite smile as she looked the three of you over, a bit curious to see who all of you were. "I'm sheriff Jody Mills. I don't believe we've had the pleasure."

“I’m Agent Dorfman, these are my partners Agent Knox,” Dean introduced the three of you as he pulled out his own badge to show the sheriff first as you followed after. He nodded his head to you before pointing a finger at his little brother. “And that’s Agent Niedermeyer. FBI.”

“Welcome to Sioux Falls.” Jody greeted the three of you with a warm welcome, but it seemed that wasn’t the reason why she paid a visit here. She stuffed her hands into her jacket and gave all of you a bit of a curious look. “Can I ask you what you’re doing with Digger here?”

“Well, they’re doing’ their job.” Digger remarked. “They believe me, sheriff.”

Jody gave the man a bit of a smirk from his sarcasm that she thought was the least bit amusing. She looked away from him and to the three people she didn't know just yet were the real feds. But a woman like Jody seemed like not much could pass by her from the question she asked. "The FBI believes a dead man committed a murder?"

“Look, we’re just asking a few questions here, sheriff.” Sam defended himself as he tried to give the woman a polite smile, hoping that be’d enough for her to leave all of you alone. “That’s all.”

“Of course, if a dead man didn’t commit the murder, then who did?” Dean asked the sheriff with a bit of a sarcastic bite in his tone. The man didn’t particularly handle authority well, and it seemed from the look on Jody’s face, she didn’t like it when people talked to her in that tone.

“What’d you say your jurisdiction here was again?” Jody questioned the man.

“Our jurisdiction is wherever the United States Government sends us.” Dean answered for her.

"Oh. Yeah. How 'bout me and your supervisor have a little chat about that?" Jody asked, deciding she had enough of this fooling around. Sam happily gave her the bogus card with the number that would only lead back to Bobby, who always was the one who fixed things like this. That is, if he was home. Jody busied herself by punching in the number and waited for someone to answer, and to your surprise, she gotten an answer. “Agent Willis, this is sheriff Jody Mills—Bobby?” But it seemed your luck had ran right when the man answered the phone. You should have expected a small town like this, people might recognize each other. You bit the inside of your cheek as the man tried his hardest to lie, but Jody was one sneaky woman. “Is this Bobby Singer...Bull crap.”

“So, uh,” You tried to strike up a conversation with the woman as Sam awkwardly grabbed the business card back from Jody as he slipped it back into his wallet for safekeeping. “So you know Bobby Singer? That is...a fun coincidence.”

“Here’s what I know about Bobby Singer.” Jody said, crossing her arms over her chest as your smile began to slowly fade from the things you were about to hear. "He's a menace around here—ass-full of drunk-and-disorderlies and mail fraud. You understanding me?”

“I think we all can agree that you’ve made yourself perfectly clear, yes.” You agreed with what the sheriff had said, trying your hardest not to get the three of you anymore in trouble.

“So, whatever the four of you are planning, it ends here—now.” Jody ordered. You looked away from her when she made her point even clear by looking all of you straight in the eye. “Ten four on that, agents?”

You simply nodded your head to the woman when you looked up just in time to look at her straight in the eye and see the threatening glare she was giving the three of you. She tossed one over to Digger before making her way out, seeming satisfied with the point she driven home. You looked over at the boys and shook your head from the way they handled the situation, as if it was their fault that you had gotten your ass handed to you by the sheriff.

+ + +

“You know how many times we called? Where have you been?”

When you had gotten clear evidence that Bobby was back at his house thanks to Jody Mills, you and the boys didn't waste a second in heading back over there. You followed behind him as you asked him repeatedly to figure out why he'd been dodging your calls all day. Bobby replied with yet another sarcastic answer, causing you to roll your eyes in frustration. You inhaled a deep breath from the lack of answers you were getting from him, while you were expecting to smell the usual scents that graced the Singer household, you were thrown off when you gotten hints of something that you've never had before here. And come to think of it, you looked around the library, taking notice that the place was completely spotless. No papers were out of sight, all the books seemed to have been neatly placed, and there wasn't the usual thick layer of dust that always caused your allergies to act up.

“What’s that smell?” You asked yourself, taking yet another whiff to see if you could identify it from your memory. “Is that soap? Did you clean?”

“What are you, my mother?”

"Excuse me, you grumpy old man—"

"Bite me!" Bobby seemed to be full of emotions today when he lashed out at you. You narrowed your eyes on the man, wondering if he wanted to try again with his remarks. Sam, however, tried to regain control of the conversation when he spoke the man's name in a serious tone before an argument could break. "I’ve been working. You know, trying to find a way to stop the devil."

“Find anything?” Dean asked, trying to be helpful.

Bobby looked at the man, “What do you think?”

“Bobby, it’s just there’s a case less than five miles from your house.” Sam said, letting out a quiet chuckle as he walked over to the small table in the middle of the library to lean against it.

“What, the Benny Sutton thing? That’s what this is about?” Bobby asked the three of you. It seemed that the man was one step ahead of you. You looked at him with a bit of confusion and asked him if he knew about this already. “Hell, yes. I checked into it already. There’s nothing here.”

“Except a witness who saw a dead guy commit a murder.” Sam pointed out a small fact that the man might have forgotten, and it was the reason why you even looked into it in the first place.

“What witness? Digger Wells?” Bobby wondered if that’s what you were talking about. Dean was the one who nodded his head, wondering why the man didn’t sound so intrigued to see what he had to say. “So, he’s a drunk.”

“Well, what about the lightening storms?” You asked. “They look like omens.”

“Except in February in South Dakota in storm season.” Bobby said. You didn’t know why, but you felt confident enough that this might have been another case for you. But it seemed that Bobby was the unfortunate one to burst that bubble. “Guys, I thought it was something, too. Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar.”

“So who killed the guy?” You wondered.

“Take your pick. This Benny Sutton guy was a grade-a son of a bitch. There’s a list of the living a year long who wouldn’t mind putting a cap in his ass.” Bobby explained the situation a little bit more to all of you.

“So, you’re telling us...nothing?” Dean asked, as if he was playing it safe.

“Sorry.” Bobby apologized, shrugging his shoulders at the lack of things he could do more for the three of you. “Looks like you wasted a tank of gas on this one.”

+ + +

You and the boys headed out of town later that night, deciding that Bobby was right, there really wasn't much concrete evidence to prove there was something supernatural going on here. You were a bit disappointed at how the situation turned out. Part of you wanted something to work on, other than the massive agonizing struggle of the apocalypse that loomed over your head like a dark rain cloud. And the other half of you wondered, for whatever reason why, Bobby was lying to you. Why would he? In all the years you'd known the man, Bobby was the kind of hunter who shot first and asked questions later. And...he wasn't that particular about how his house was kept. And you'd never seen him without that trucker hat of his. Not to mention, the man had put some effort into how he looked yesterday. Perhaps Bobby had a lady friend he was interested in, that's why he went all this way to clean himself up. But Bobby didn't seem like he enjoyed anyone's company lately, he seemed to enjoy his time alone.

Maybe you were thinking too much about this situation, but it seemed you weren't the only one with a strange feeling about this. You knew the way out of Sioux Falls like the back of your hand, but the route that Dean was taking was way off. You turned your head slightly to look out the backseat window to see the sign for St. Anthony's cemetery pass by your view before disappearing behind you. Furrowing you brow in confusion, it only took you a moment to realize that Dean was heading into the cemetery to take a second look for himself. He parked the Impala against the side of the road and shut off the engine, Sam took notice a moment later, but didn't quite guess of what his brother was up to.

“Isn’t that the graveyard back there?” Dean asked, looking over his shoulder slightly to stare at the sign again to see if he was correct.

“Yeah. So what?” Sam wondered. “Bobby already checked it out.”

“And, what? Bobby’s never wrong?” Dean pestered his little brother with a few sarcastic asks of his own. Sam gave the man a bit of an annoyed glare from what he was being dragged into when Bobby had given his word. “Come on. We’ll take a peek, and then we’ll hit the road.”

You didn't disagree with the plan that Dean had decided to strike up, you were a bit curious yourself to see what was going on here. You and the boys headed out into the cold night with a couple of shovels and flashlights to help navigate the grounds a bit easier. You wrapped one arm around your body to try and block out the cold temperatures as you began looking at tombstones, wondering which one was the particular name you were looking for. You looked at a few names as Sam trailed off in front of you and Dean casually strolled around, whistling quietly to himself. It took only a few minutes of looking before you spotted Clay's grave. And from the texture of the grass, it seemed pretty fresh looking. Not something you would see in a grave that was buried a little over five years ago.

The boys did the honor of shoveling up the grave, you stayed back and kept guard. Soon it was just Sam in the grave as Dean was crouched on the ground, watching as his brother shoveled a few more scoops of dirt before coming across a coffin that didn’t look like most. You peered down to see that someone had busted it up pretty good, leaving you with the impression that a person might have attempted to dig up a corpse and break the coffin up. Or someone managed to pull an Uma Thurman and crawl their way out from the ground. It took a bit of an effort from Sam until he managed to open up the top. You should have seen something that resembled a skeletal remain of Clay Thompson. Instead, you stared into an empty coffin.

“I’ll be damned.” You muttered underneath your breath. “That son of a bitch lied to us.”

"What is going on here?" Sam asked, not needing anymore proof to know there was in fact a dead body roaming around town.

“I don’t know,” Dean said. “But something stinks.”

Your nose wrinkled slightly, hoping someone this Clay was returned to his normal self. You'd only dealt with a zombie case once, and the woman's body was still warm when she was exhumed by a guy who wanted to kindle a romance with deadly consequences. She went off the deep end and killed her cheating ex boyfriend that lead to her death in the first place and then after her friend who was the one keep the man’s bed warm. You had a feeling there might be a second repeat of this kind of behavior if you weren’t too careful. First it would start with getting revenge on the person who killed him, and then Clay could move on to just about anybody in town that even looked at him wrong. The more time that you let pass, the more rabid he would become. It was one of the effects of becoming a zombie.

+ + +

Clay Thompson's house felt like an appropriate next stop. Dean spent a moment unlocking the door before granting you access, all of you headed inside quietly as you could to take a look around the place. While the man might have been dead for the past five years, it seemed that his wife hadn’t gathered the courage yet to take down the pictures. You wandered around the place and stepped inside to what appeared to be the living room. Your flashlight went over to the fireplace to see there was an array of photos on the mantel. A few of the couple happily together and one of their baby, who at least had to be at least older than six from how long Clay had been gone. But nothing screamed murderous zombie to you. So, you kept looking.

You continued on your way through the house, soon finding yourself in what appeared to be the family room from what kind of furniture you spotted around the room. A couch was on one side with a few different types of framed artwork hanging up on the wall. What caught your attention was a desk pushed up against the wall. Most of the contents that you spotted were just an open planner and a few bills lying around, nothing of much interest. As you turned around in your spot to find something more interesting to discover, it seemed you had perfect timing tonight.

All you took notice of at first was a blurry figure, but then your brain remembered that one little thing, about how you were breaking into someone's house, and the owner might get a little bit angry. Before your head could be smashed in with a baseball bat, you managed to duck when the stranger swung at you, taking aim at a picture frame from the sounds of glass breaking. Before they could recover, you managed to be quick enough by swinging your arm back and throwing a punch directly into the person's gut, knocking the wind out of them and making them stumble to their feet. You stood up straighter and waited a second to hit them again after you heard the baseball clatter to the ground. Sam noticed the ambush and quickly aimed the shotgun at the stranger as Dean pointed the flashlight to see who your attacker was. Down on his knees, it seemed that Clay Thompson wasn’t a skeleton or a decomposing body, that was for sure.

“Don’t shoot! Please!” Clay pleaded for his life as he covered his arms with his face, afraid you might try and punch him again. But you stood over him, a bit perplexed with what was going on here. “There’s money in the safe.”

“We don’t want your money.” Dean reassured the man.

“What do you want?” He asked, still a bit fearful as he lifted his head up slightly to make eye contact with the three of you for just a moment. But it gave you enough time to inspect his appearance when it wasn’t what you were expecting. You noticed that he was far paler from his licence or the photos around his home. And the bags underneath his eyes were a bit frightening. He looked undead. “Anything. Please.”

“You’re Clay Thompson, right?” You asked, just to be more on the safer side here. Maybe Mrs. Thompson had remarried to someone that looked a bit familiar to her husband as some sort of comfort thing, the possibilities with hunting, and life in general, were endless.

"Who are you?" Clay asked, seeming a bit more comfortable with looking at what he thought were intruders straight in the eye now that he realized you knew his name. He still appeared a bit guarded, wondering himself of what was going on, and why you were standing in his house with a loaded shotgun at him.

“Um,” Sam cleared his throat, deciding to go with the same angle as earlier today, despite the warning the sheriff had given you when she called your bluff. “FBI.”

“FBI? Oh, my God. This is about Benny.” Clay mumbled, making you a bit more confused when you asked him what he was talking about yet another dead guy. “He killed me! He shot me in the back! I’m supposed to let him get away with that?”

“Hold up. Are—are you confessing?” You asked him, wondering if this was really happening.

“Please. I’ll go with you. Just—Just don’t wake my kids.” Clay was making your job awfully easy tonight. You furrowed your brow as you looked away from the dead man and to the boys, wondering if this was really happening. The brothers seemed a bit confused themselves at what was going on here. You looked over at Clay, and a bit slowly, you asked him where he exactly meant you were going to take him. "Jail."

"Let me get this straight. You're Clay Thompson and you died five years ago?" You asked the man, Clay answered with a yes. "And three days ago you climbed out of your grave, and you killed Benny Sutton? So you are, in fact, a dead guy who committed a murder on someone who happened to have killed you. This is very...code of Hammurabi here.”

“What? I guess.” Clay said, seeming a bit overwhelmed himself from what you were saying. “I don’t know what I am.”

"Clay?" You quickly looked over to the other side of the room when you heard a female voice break up the conversation the four of you were having. You noticed right away it was Mrs. Thompson, she seemed a bit unsure of what was going on as she came prepared with a bit of unsettling news from what she did. "I called 911."

"It's okay, honey. These people are the FBI." Clay reassured his wife when he noticed she was a bit nervous from the scene alone of three strangers and a gun. "They're here about Benny."

“Why don’t you come with us, Mr. Thompson?” Dean asked. “I think they’d be best.”

Clay didn’t seem to mind the plan one bit, as he still believed you were the authorities. You had to work quick before the real cops could get here and bust your plan. But you gave the man a few moments to put on some pants and a jacket before you embarked into the cold winter night and somewhere a bit more secluded to figure out what was going on. Clay lead the way down the porch steps as he began heading for the Impala after you instructed him to. Sam followed behind the man as you walked in sync with Dean, who thought the loaded shotgun his brother was carrying didn’t seem to be enough. You looked over in his direction at the right time to see him pull out his own gun from his jacket. Before he could do something stupid, you hissed his name as you lowered the gun out of the other man’s direction.

“He’s a monster, Y/N.” Dean whispered to you.

You scoffed at his analogy for the man, “He’s a soccer dad, at best.”

“What do you want to do with him?” He asked you, but you didn’t get to answer his question.

“Freeze!” Your eyesight was quickly blinded by a light being flashed directly in your vision, catching you off guard. You didn't need to hear the voice again to realize it was sheriff Jody Mills, and without having to hear her warning for the second time, you drew your hands up in defeat to show that you were empty handed. "Drop your weapons!"

"All right. Hey. Remember the guy you said that was dead and couldn't possibly commit murder? There he is." Dean said, feeling a bit proud of himself at how he thought that he might have pulled a little told you so to the cops. Jody, however, didn't seem so convinced when she saw Clay Thompson, a man she had presumed was dead, was standing just several feet away from her. "'And'? And you're welcome—for catching the undead killer zombie.”

“Whatever he is or isn’t—that don’t give you the right to shoot him in the middle of the street.” Jody said, not seeming to be the one to be persuaded by a story that was true. You rolled your eyes in frustration when she pulled out a pair of handcuffs, and started with you. “You’re free to go, Mr. Thompson.”

“I can’t believe you were gonna kill me.” Clay said, shaking his head at the three of you.

“You’re a zombie!”

“I’m a taxpayer!”

"So am I!" You yelled back at the man, giving him a dirty look as he passed you by at back to his house after he realized the three of you were not what you’d told him. You let in a deep breath as you looked over at the boys, a sour look settled across your face at the situation you were put in. "I hate the both you. You know that, right?"

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