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simp4cas · 4 years

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It Was Never Us

Dean Winchester × Reader

Chapter 0 | Prologue

Characters: Dean Winchester, Arthur Ketch, Charlie Bradbury and some dick angels :)

Summary: Dean visits the Acopalyptic Universe in search of Mary and Jack with Arthur Ketch. There he sees someone he hadn't seen in more than seven years.

Warning: Death

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Dean walks ahead of Ketch, ducking under the dead branches of trees and plants as he passes under the bridge, the stream beside him flowing quietly. Apocalyptic world was definitely no party- there was hardly anyone there and it gave him an odd feeling. He sighs at the decayed body tied to a tree with barbed wires, the rotting smell invading his lungs. This world wasn't as dark as his nightmares but it was scary enough.

The Winchester looks sideways at Ketch, already wishing Sam, his brother was here with him. Especially since Ketch was wearing a black tactical suit that made him look like an idiot.

"Well, this is quite the vacation spot, isn't it?" Ketch says and walks up to stand beside Dean as the two of them looked at the expanse of the forest before them, not knowing the way around the world. They didn't know where to go- Dean was hoping they would have seen someone- anyone to ask for help but it was barren.

"Yeah, if you had your heart set on Mai Tais, well," Dean pauses, taking a breath, "sorry." He turns to Ketch. He freezes for a second when he sees a few people walking on the bridge.

"Is this everyone?" The leader asks and another man answers with a, "Yes, commander."

"For high crimes for fermenting rebellion against the archangel, Micheal, these humans shall be executed."

Behind a few men dressed in camo, there were four people with black woolen cloths pulled over their heads and shackles around their wrists. "Down, down. Get down," Dean whispers and pushes Ketch back, them both hiding behind some dead bushes. He looks back up, noticing that each hostage had a man dressed in camo holding their arm. Finally, they come to a stop in the middle of the bridge and stop, the hostages forming a line in front of who seemed the leader of the men.

Angels. Obviously, it would be those dicks. The angel who looked like the 'commander's' assistant, walks towards one of the people.

Since the woman who's bag had been pulled off her head was standing the furthest from where Dean was, he could only see above her shoulders through the railings of the bridge. It was enough to see the angel place his hand on her forehead and burn her eyeballs out.

The woman's shouts makes something click inside Dean and he moves to stand up from his kneeling position and to open up the duffel bag at his side to get his angel killing bullets out. "Freakin' angels," Dean grits out. He had come to this world before but didn't think things would be that...bad.

But executions like these? He wondered what else angels- Micheal had done to them. Ketch's hand flies to Dean's arm, pulling the Winchester back down and shaking his head he says slowly, "Not. Smart." Gritting his teeth, Dean looks back up, his hands aching to kill the angels.

Another person's bag was pulled off and he was dead in a matter of seconds. There were only two left on the bridge now. Both women by the looks of it. The angel moves to the second last person, pulling off her bag too.

"No," Dean mutters, taking in the red hair, the cheekbones. It couldn't be. Dean looks on with wide eyes and heart thumping in his chest as the leader angel stops the other one from killing her. "Charlie?" Dean asks to no one in particular.

"I know you," the leader angel says, taking a step forward towards Charlie. "You're not the usual human scout."

Human scout?

"Not the sickest hookup line, Captain Charm," Charlie says back loud enough for Dean to hear. He could see the small smile playing on her lips.

"You're with the Resistance," the angel remarks again, enunciating his words carefully. "Inner circle." The angel turns back to look at his second-in-command, only removing his eyes off Charlie for two seconds. "She's met with the Nephilim and the other worlder- Mary."

Oh shit. She met with them. For some reason, Dean's heart soared with the words- maybe cause it meant that Mary and Jack were safe and alive.

"Micheal will want her at the Northern Camp for interrogation."

"Champ, when the Resistance crushes you, I'm gonna be there to shred your feathers and grind them into dust," Charlie grits out and Dean notices the woman standing next to her struggling with her shackles slightly before the angel lunges forward and chokes the red-head. Dean gnashes his teeth together, trying to get up again and make that son of a bitch regret touching Charlie when Ketch pulls Dean down again and says his name to him in a warning tone.

"Looking forward to it," the angel replies and looks to the last hostage on the bridge before turning to one of the angels standing behind her and saying, "Kill her." With that, he and a few more left with Charlie, leaving behind only the last woman and an angel. Dean needed to save Charlie. He would save her this time. But he also had to save the woman on the bridge.

The dark-skinned angel pulls the bag off the woman's head and Dean's heart stops. The whole world seemed to stop as he took in who was standing there. Someone he hadn't seen in more than seven years. "Y/n?"

"Do you know everyone here?" Ketch whispers irritatedly but Dean ignores him. He takes another breath in.

"He's going to kill her," Dean grits out and this time, Ketch doesn't stop him from getting his gun out and standing up.

"Hey, I'm part of the Resistance too," Y/n says, taunting a reaction from the angel with his hand a few inches from her forehead. "Inner circle." Dean took a step forward, not wanting to let the angel know he was there but to get close enough to get a clean shot at the man and not at Y/n.

The angel didn't react- didn't have a chance to before Dean shouted, "Y/n! Duck!" Not even questioning it, Y/n drops to the ground, as if she knew someone was going to save her- shout those words.

Three bullet shots echo in the air, the loud bang making Dean's ears ring slightly. He sees the angel fall down and without waiting for Ketch or turning back to get his duffel bag, he ran. He ran, clawing the barks of trees to run up the steep slope to get to the bridge. If it was actually Y/n who he saw then...

Taking a deep breath, he takes a step forward onto the concrete bridge, steps faltering when he sees Y/n standing up, the chains on her arms restricting her movement. She immediately spots him standing there and takes a step back from him. Dean knew his mouth was hanging. He knew it yet he didn't close it. He knew his eyes were widened yet he made no move to narrow them. He didn't know what to do except for looking stupidly at her. A part of him frowned at how she didn't say his name in the way he loved, soft, and happily. But she didn't know him. Didn't know about them. How they were before...

Meanwhile, Y/n was assessing the situation. She looked between the gun in the man's hand and the dead angel's body sprawled on the bridge along with the other two people. "Who are you?" she finally asked, taking a deep breath when she realized that the man had saved her. But the way he was looking at her made her uncomfortable and she took a small step back, suddenly feeling weak and vulnerable with no weapons and handcuffs on her wrists.

"My name is Arthur Ketch." Dean turns back, breaking away from his trance to see the ex British Man of Letters walking towards them, hands up to show he had no weapons. Dean turns back to Y/n, frowning when he sees she was standing further away from them, face showing fear but her posture straight and almost dominating. "Do excuse my friend," Ketch resumes, helping Dean since he'd forgotten how to speak. "His name is Dean Winchester. Gets quite shy around women," Ketch sighs and Dean rolls his eyes, not bothering to turn back and give him his bitch face.

Y/n glances warily between them, taking another step back when Dean steps forward. She wasn't completely facing them as she took a defensive stance. Knees bend slightly, feet firmly planted in the ground. He widens his eyes, forgetting that she didn't know him. She looked the same as she did all those years ago. The way dug her nails into her palm to calm herself down- as she or Dean's Y/n had. Her lips were parted as she breathed out, eyeing the Winchester.

"Let us help you," Dean says, turning his lips into a small smile to show her she could trust him. She looked frightened though, like prey surrounded by predators.

"Help with what?" She asks and her voice was strong and loud, her eyes slyly looking to the side towards the forest behind her.

"We'll help you save Charlie," Dean answers with no hesitation.

"Dean-" Ketch starts off but Dean puts his hand up to stop him from speaking. He looked as Y/n's eyes widened and she frowned. That meant that she knew Charlie- might've been friends with her too.

"How do you know her?" Y/n asks, taking another small step back.

"We know you too," Dean says before thinking, wincing inwardly when Y/n's eyes narrow. "Y/n Y/l/n. Your parents were Y/m/n and Y/d/n Y/l/n."

Y/n blinks several times but Dean still saw them shining. She licked her lips- once, twice. He wanted to take a step forward and hug her but the situation was to delicate to pull stunts like that. Finally, after what felt like forever to Dean's thundering heart, Y/n meets his eyes, distrust and vulnerability flashing in them.

"How?" It was all she asked, her voice breaking slightly. It was just one word but Dean knew what she meant.

The Winchester turned back to face Ketch for a second before looking back at Y/n, not knowing where to start.

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donttellpeterparker · 4 years

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HSMTMTS Part 2

Summary: Coming into Junior Year things were going to be different. With my handsome and sweet Senior boyfriend on my arm, I could do and be anything I wanted, nothing was going to stop me... except... of course... maybe him.

Requested: Yes, I'm absolutely loving this request! Thank you! x

Word Count: 2.4k

Warning(s)?: A little more angst, sorry (Italics in quotation are lyrics), Written in third and first person which is something different, Yes this is following the script from the show so please no comments about how it's exactly like it because... that's kinda the point :)

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''You know, I'm actually kinda bummed that we don't have any competition here. It would make getting the leads so much sweeter'' I wanted to slap his arm for saying something like that. So I did, softly.

''Would you stop tempting fate?'' I asked, an amused smile across my lips. My boyfriend just smiles back, winking.

''You know what, you're right. Whatever'' I threw my hands up in the air and smiled to myself in the mirror. EJ, my boyfriend, lent down and kissed my cheek tenderly, sending me a warm smile as well. I enjoyed sweet moments like this with him, and loved that he was able to calm my nerves in stressful situations. Straight after the announcement in gym, all the drama geeks and me where going crazy over the new musical. We were going to recreate High School Musical and honestly, I'm the most excited I've been for a musical ever.

I've always dreamed of landing the lead role, being center staged while I performed with my heart and soul but reality came crashing in. I had stage freight, bad. Not only that, I hate being the center of attention and that was what the lead was all about, in another life, I'd nail it, in this one... I'm not so sure.

A loud knock on the door caused us all to stop chatting, all of us turning our heads to face the opened door.

''Okay, theater people. Let's do this'' Our new Drama teacher claps her hands. I turn to both EJ and my best friend, smiling nervously as I hoped out of the chair, reaching to hold EJ's hand as we walked out of the dressing room and into the theater.

Waiting backstage was even more nerve racking then actually performing. Trying to size up the competition was always the most stressful part of auditions for me.

''She's good'' I sighed to myself, admiring one of the girls dancing with her group. I could hear EJ huff from beside me, his hands reaching for my shoulders to spin me around to face him.

''Don't psych yourself out Y/N, you got this, you always had'' He cheers me up, cupping my chin. I smile up at him, feeling myself grow slightly less nervous. What would I do without him.

''Okay, thank you final group! Now we'll move onto to the solo auditions!'' Mrs Jen, our drama teacher, called out loudly, her voice echoing around. EJ grabs my shoulder in encouragement before stepping out along with the others. I took a moment to gain my composure before walking out as well.

She got us all to stand up and in a line, assigning us roles she thinks we are best suited for. I tried to tune her out as I focused on my breathing, trying not to shake on my spot.

''Chad... definitely'' The teacher says, smiling as she hands the excited Junior his script. She's only two students away...

''Mrs Darbus... you're giving me deceased vibes'' I eyed her curiously, finding her growing a little weird with each passing minute.

''Yep'' Was all the deflated student replied with, taking her script with a sigh. She then stops at the girl beside me, smiling brightly.

''Gabriella''

''Of course'' The girl beside me beamed with pride, the choreographer behind her going to hand her a script.

''Don't worry, I'm already off-book'' The girl proudly stated earning impressed looks from both the teacher and the student choreographer.

''And how about we have you read for... Kelsi'' Mrs Jen flicks through her papers on her clipboard, glancing up to me with a smile afterwards. My smile falters, my fingers playing with each other in nerves. EJ looks at me from further down the line, mouthing at me to 'own it'.

''Um... I was kinda hoping to read for Gabriella''

''Oh, okay'' She said, the student behind her handing me a script for the part. I smiled proudly to myself, glancing down to the script in my hands. The auditions continued on, most of the students going before me or EJ.

My mind began travelling back to all my other auditions, analyzing what techniques to use for this one. I just had my fingers crossed, hoping I would get my dream part. EJ, had his arm around my shoulder, having me lean into him as we stood and waited backstage.

''Hey, I could really use some last-minute tips'' I spoke up to EJ, growing nervous all over again.

''Just do your thing, You went on for the lead this summer with only 20 minutes notice, not missing one beat. Honestly, there's nothing you can't do'' I smiled thankfully up to him, leaning up to peck his lips.

''I can't stop my hands from shaking and my voice keeps going extremely high and-'' EJ grabs my hands, laughing slightly to himself.

''You're being an absolute weirdo, but you're real, that's probably why I'm in love with you'' My smile fell, my mouth widening slightly. Unfortunately, his words just triggered a memory I thought I had long buried. I turned away from him and tried to smile again, hoping I haven't hurt or upset him before being called out onto stage.

As I walked out my head was swirling. EJ and I have only been dating for a month and yet he... said that he loved me. How could he? I was no where near feeling that was towards him yet. Maybe this was how Peter felt when I told him I loved him...

''Okay, whenever you're ready Y/N...'' I took in a deep breath but flinched once a loud thud echoed in the air.

''Am I too late? Am I too late?'' I looked up confused, seeing Peter in the distance. He began running down, his guitar case moving with him.

''We're all set on Troy's but we're low on Chads'' Mrs Jenn calls out to him. I bit my lip and frowned, anger beginning to boil inside me. Why the hell was he here? And of course... he was late to this too...

The lights began flickering around me, most of them shutting off. I glanced out and saw Mrs Jenn fusing around with the controls. Great.

''Okay, let's just wait for the lights to come back on, I don't want this to throw you, sweetie'' Mrs Jenn soothed, still fussing around a little with the controls. I sighed to myself, taking another deep breath.

''I'm not thrown'' I gulped, growing more and more nervous. Yep, I was going to do this...

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''Living in my own world, didn't understand... That anything can happen, when you take a chance...'' I stopped once I saw a light shining on me. My gaze followed to see Peter standing not too far away, his phone held up with the light switched on. My eyes fell onto him as I continued.

''I never believed in, What I couldn't see... I never opened my heart...'' There was another light. I turned to face EJ now, a smile growing on my face.

''To all the possibilities, Oh, I know that something had changed... Never felt this way... And right here tonight... This could be the start... Of something new... It feels so right to be here with you... Oh... and now I'm looking in your eyes... I feel in my heart... The start of something new... I never knew that it could happen till it happened to me... Oh, yeah... I didn't know it before but now it's easy to see... Oh... It's that start of something new... it feels so right to be here with you.. Oh... And now I'm looking in your eyes... I feel in my heart... The start of something new'' I stopped on the last note, a ghost of a smile crossing my face.

The lights shortly came back on, both Peter and EJ lowering their phones. I tried not to look at either of them and instead straight ahead towards Mrs Jenn.

''Okay, thank you Y/N, I only needed 32 bars. But I appreciate your commitment'' She said glancing down towards her clipboard.

''You, late boy'' She glanced over towards Peter, him freezing in the process.

''Let's do the Chad sides'' She said, ushering him on stage. I began walking off to the corner where everyone else was, sitting down beside EJ. He wrapped an arm around me again, pulling me closer.

''Hey there, I'm Peter Parker. I'm a Junior. And, uh... here goes'' He looks down at his script.

''I don't get it, Troy. What kinda spell has this elevated IQ temptress-girl cast that suddenly makes you wanna be in a musical?'' He falters slightly. He glances down and scrunches it up in his hand, sighing to himself.

''I don't know. Maybe it's the way Gabriella always had your back. And maybe you can't stop beating yourself up for totally blowing it with her. And look, Troy. Even if you never said the L-word to Gabriella, 'cause that's, like, not even a word you've heard your parents say to each other... that doesn't mean that you don't. Maybe it just means you were waiting for the right moment, so that everyone could hear it. No. So that she could'' I bit my lip, hating the effect he was still able to have on me. My eyes were becoming watery and there was nothing I could do about it. I shook my head, wiping my hand across my face before leaning further into EJ, letting his body warmth calm me down a little.

Peter sighed to himself, his eyes never leaving her for a moment. He hated the way she was with her new boyfriend, he wanted to go over and rip his arm off of her but he couldn't.

''Okay, kiddo, time to sing'' Mrs Jenn cuts in, clasping her hands together. Peter reaches down towards his guitar case and pulls the guitar out, strapping the belt around him. He began to strum the chords softly, humming a little.

''Oh, no, he is not doing this'' I frowned once I heard the familiar tune. I turned my head and burrowed it into EJ's shoulder, trying to control my beating heart.

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''So much has happened think of what we've done... In the time that the Earth has traveled around the Sun... Winter, Spring, Summer and we're back to Fall... We've been together hand-in-hand through it all...'' EJ's arm loosed around me, soon pulling away altogether. I lent forward and held my head in my hands, growing more and more humiliated by the second.

''It's just three little words, Yeah it's not a big deal... It's not like I can help feeling... All that I feel... Any by now, I'm sure you're thinking it's so obvious... But just in case it's not what I'm saying is this... What I'm saying is this... I think I kinda, you know... I think I kinda, you know... Like the way that we flow... Like the way that we go... And I love... I think I kinda, you know... I think I kinda, you know... You know... You know... You know how we can talk all night... And not run out of things to talk about?... It's rare that something feels this right... it feels so right... I think I kinda, you know... I think I kinda, you know... You know... You know... I think I kinda, you know... I think I kinda, you know... You know... You know... I can't help dreaming of you... Guess I'm saying I don't not love you... You know... You know... You know...'' I wanted to slap and kiss him right then and there. It was unfair the way he could still make me feel, even when I thought I had moved on.

What was he trying to prove? That he could still hurt me?

I hated him, I hated him, I hated him. I hated him so much that I-

''Love him! That was amazing sweetheart!'' Mrs Jenn cheered along with everyone else. I could feel EJ tense beside me, glaring daggers at Peter. I shook of the hurt and other feelings before leaning back into EJ, my hand circling around his with a small squeeze. He squeezed back, holding my hand tightly. But the anger was still boiling up inside...

I waited about 30 seconds after Peter left before racing after him, wanting to give him piece of my mind.

''Hey!'' I called out once I saw the back of him and Ned. They both stopped, turning to face me. Ned patted Peter's shoulder before walking away.

''What are you doing here?'' I asked, crossing my hands over my chest.

''I'm auditioning''

''You hate Musicals'' I stated.

''That's a little harsh''

''We got kicked out of The Greatest Showman because you kept yelling, 'That's not realistic!' at the screen'' I pointed out.

''That was the old me'' Peter tried, placing his hands up.

''That was 5 months ago'' I countered back.

''Well, the new me thinks that Musicals are... awesome?'' I scoffed and rolled my eyes.

''Okay. Well, let me tell you about the old me. All right? the old me had her heart broken. Okay? and then she went away, and she found herself. And you don't get to show up now, just to try and... confuse things'' I breathed out. I hated how vulnerable I was feeling in front of him, the same as I was 2 months ago.

''You think that's why I'm here? No, no, Y/N. I always believed in you. In us. Even if I sucked at showing it. That's why I'm here'' Peter finished, his eyes softening near the end. I screwed my lips shut, hoping not to let another tear fall because of him.

''Well, it's a little too late'' I harshly wiped my hand across my cheek, removing the lone tear that fell.

''Clear!'' We could hear the sound of multiple footsteps approach us. I turned to look away once my best friend grabbed my arm.

''Carlos is posting the cast list!'' She said excitedly, pulling me away. She gasped once she looked up, beginning to squeal beside him. I could have sworn my heart stopped once I read my name... next to Gabriella Montez.

But it dropped once I read Peter's name next to Troy Bolton.

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A/N: Here's part 2! Lemme know what you guys think! Vote and comment and definitely leave suggestions if there's any particular scenes you want me to write! Love you lovelies xx

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