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Thunderstruck- Pt. 2

Hi guys!!! I’m finally back on track and working on this story again and I’m so happy about it! This chapter was a little dull in my opinion, but the next one will be more action-packed again, I promise! Hope you enjoy!! xoxo

Word Count: 2,087

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Pain I guess?? Nothing really

PART ONE

-Reader’s POV-

After struggling and fighting for three years, I didn’t think it would be over so soon. I thought I would have more time to kill, to run, to survive. As I lay numbly on the couch in the ramshackle house, I felt like I could feel the virus coursing through my veins, spreading to my feet, my hands, my head. I would turn on the boys soon, I needed to leave them, so I wouldn’t hurt them, and damnit if I didn’t want to hurt them it meant I was already attached to them.

After I was infected Dean carried me back to the house, while Sam grabbed the firewood. The older brother laid me down on the couch, covering me with a blanket, despite the air still being thick with heat and damp with humidity. Sam threw the old fence wood in the fireplace, and threw some matches on it, causing the fire to bloom to life. Then the boys told me they would be right back, which I’m sure means they’re discussing how they’re going to kill me. I just hope they do it quickly.

“Hey, sweetheart. I’m gonna make you up a bowl of soup and I’ll grab you some water, but you should try to get some rest,” Dean said softly as he re-entered the room. Sam was nowhere to be found as Dean played to role of my caretaker.

“I don’t need your pity. And if you guys are gonna kill me just do it, you don’t need to tuck me in and make me all cozy beforehand,” I snapped. I didn’t mean to sound rude, it was probably just the infection that was taking over my brain.

“Hey! You can’t think that way, you’re not going to die. We’re gonna find a way to help you,” Dean shot back, crouching before the couch, running a hand gently down the side of my face. I closed my eyes and leaned into the comforting touch, giving myself just a moment of peace. I couldn’t help the tears that rolled silently down my face as I squeezed my eyes closed.

“Hey, hey, none of that,” Dean whispered sweetly as he swiped a calloused thumb over my tears. His sweetness turned my tears into silent sobs that shook my body as I cried. I was going to die, and there was nothing we could do about it.

-Dean’s POV-

My heart sunk as I watched Y/n sob on the couch. The infection was setting in quickly, as it should. It usually only takes about four hours until the person is truly gone, giving Sam and I about three more hours to figure out what the hell that guy was talking about.

“I checked Dad’s journal, there’s nothing about any special abilities that are activated by the Croatoan virus. The only other thing I could think of would be if she’s a cambion and the sulfur in her blood from the virus would sort of activate her demonic side, but that’s a bit of a stretch,” Sam explained in a hushed tone as we stood in the kitchen.

“That could make sense but if she was a cambion don’t you think she would know? Or wouldn’t we be able to tell?”

“I mean I guess there’s one way to find out, go ask her,” Sam said encouragingly. I shot him a look before sighing and heading back to the living room. Y/n’s sobs had finally ceased and now she just laid there, staring blankly at the crackling fire. I approached her slowly, making sure she knew I was there. I kneeled in front of her, and pushed her sweaty hair out of her face, before handing her a bottle of water. I let her take a few sips before I settled in, glancing at Sam who stood behind the couch, he gave me a nod of encouragement.

“So, uh Y/n, do you mind if I ask you a couple questions?”

“Sure,” she answered flatley, still staring at the dancing flames.

“What do you know about demons?”

-Reader’s POV-

The minute those words left his lips I started bawling. Uncontrollable sobs wracked my body, a steady stream of tears running down my face, and dripping onto the couch below me.

“Woah, woah, easy there tiger. What’s wrong?” Dean asked defensively, he must think I’m crazy.

“Well, if you guys are asking me about demons, I have finally hit the psychotic stage of the virus, I must be going crazy,” I said in between sobs. Then to my horror, both the boys burst out laughing at me, which just made me cry even more because now I really knew I’ve lost my mind.

“Y/n, you’re not crazy, we just genuinely wanted to know if you knew anything about demons,” Sam said with a smile, as he took a place in a ripped up armchair beside the couch. I just stared at him in confusion, wondering if I teamed up with complete psychopaths.

“I think it’s time we have a little chat,” Dean said gruffly.

-

“Ok so basically what you’re telling me is that you guys are batshit crazy,” I suggested. I mean it was the only explanation, or I really am losing my mind from this virus. “Even if I were to believe you two, why are you even telling me this now?”

“I’m important for you to know about demons, because Manny is a demon, and clearly he has an interest in you, but we don’t know why,” Sam explained. I was still slightly in shock from the revelation that ghosts, vampires, demons, and every other thing that goes bump in the night is actually really.

“If he wants me so bad, why would he infect me if he knows it will kill me, or get me killed for that matter,” I questioned, still confused about this Manny character. Sam and Dean looked just as confused as I was, so I assume they don’t know either.

“Did you know your birth parents?” Dean asked.

“Um, yes, but they died in a car accident when I was seven, why?”

“Well we have one theory about why Manny wanted you to be infected. Was there any possibility your mother was possessed when she conceived and gave birth to you?” Sam asked hesitantly. I literally flinched at the question. There wasn’t a chance my mother was a demon, but then again how would I have known.

“I- uh, I’m not really sure to be honest, I mean I don’t think so,” I stammered. Twelve hours ago I was just trying to make it to South Carolina, hiking contently by myself, and now I was being drilled on if my mother was a demon. Boy do things change quickly around here.

“That’s okay, don’t worry about it,” Dean said quickly, he then gestured for Sam to head to the other room. That couldn’t be good.

A wave of nausea hit me, forcing me to lay back down. My head was spinning, and my muscles ached, I knew this virus was going to take over my body soon. I just hoped it wouldn’t be too painful.

“Hey, you should try to get some rest,” Dean urged. I hadn’t even noticed him return to my side. “I’m gonna take first watch and let Sam get some sleep.”

I just nodded, feeling too weak to say anything. I nestled into the couch, and let the warmth of the fire lull and the hum of the crickets lull me into a gentle sleep.

-Dean’s POV-

I watched Y/n slowly drift off, falling into a fitful sleep. Beads of sweat slowly formed and slide off her forehead. Her wound on her face was all dried up, some of it stuck in her damp hair. Even when she’s on the brink of death, covered in blood and sweat, she was still beautiful. I really didn’t understand how that was possible.

My heart ached for her, and I was physically nauseous thinking about having to kill her. There had to be some reason that he infected her, some reason that Manny wanted her. All we could do now was sit back and let the Croatoan virus run its course.

The waiting was torture. I had been on watch for hours, sitting and watching for any sign that the virus had fully taken over Y/n’s body. It should have by now, and maybe it had but she still needed sleep anyway. Maybe when she woke up she would try to kill me and Sam. I was anxious just thinking about the endless possibilities of what could happen. Just when I was about to head out to grab more firewood, I heard her scream at the top of her lungs.

I ran back to the couch to find her writing in pain, hands gripping the side of her head, mouth open and shrieking. I panicked, calling for Sam. I didn’t know what was happening, why was she in so much pain?

“Dean, what the hell?” Sam shouted as he took in the situation in the the living room. We both ran over to her, trying to pin her down, but even when we got her body to stop, the screaming continued. Her eyes were rolled into the back of her head, she was now soaked with sweat, and her body was still convulsing despite our best efforts to pin her down.

-Reader’s POV-

Blinding pain was all I felt. It sheeted through me with an intensity I didn’t know was possible. It suffocated me, filling my fingertips, my toes, my head. It was like every nerve in my body had burst into flames, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I could barely feel the strong hands that had pushed me down into the couch, holding my body still. I vaguely heard my name being shouted. I couldn’t move, the pain searing through my body kept me thrashing against those strong hands, paralyzing me into a pattern of convulsions. I was going to die, I wanted to die. I wanted to slip into the peaceful abyss just to leave the torture my body was currently going through. I finally felt my body starting to weaken, starting to fade. The pain was still there, still coursing through every bone and fiber in my body, but I knew I was slipping away, and I was thankful for it. My body slackened and I let the darkness close in on me until it took over.

There was a man in an old warehouse, standing inside, waiting. He was tall and thick, dark hair greased back, face slick with oil and sweat. He was holding a single knife, and he was alone. He knew we were coming, we were the ones he was waiting for.

Sam and Dean were approaching the warehouse, guns tucked safely into their back pockets. They knew who was waiting for them, this is the man they’ve been trying to find. Dean slide open the big door, slipping inside with Sam close behind. It was time for them to talk to Manny.

Fists were being thrown left and right, a grunt of pain as Manny’s knife sliced Sam’s arm. Dean yelling in frustration as he’s hit to the ground time after time while Sam lays unconscious in the corner. The man is too strong, Dean’s never going to make it. Dean accepts his defeat kneeling before the man, bowing his head. The man reaches into his pocket, pulling out a…

I’m snapped out of the vision before I could see what he would kill Dean with. I sat up quickly and forcefully, gulping down the air around me. What’s happening? Why am I alive? Why isn’t my brain turned into mush by the Croatoan virus? What did I just see?

“Y/n? Dean, she’s awake!” Sam shouted as he noticed I was awake. I stared at him with wide eyes, still gasping for air. The elder Winchester runs into the room just seconds later, a panicked look on his face.

“Are you hurt? How do you feel?” He asks, eyes running all over my body checking for any injuries.

“I’m fine, I mean I think, just a little confused. Why am I not a living zombie right now? And why did I see a weird vision thing while I was out?” I mumble. My body was shaking, still recovering from my earlier incident.

“Wait, what did you just say?”

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Tipsy

Hi guys!!!! Here’s just another super quick story I threw together, it’s nothing special but I hope you guys enjoy! xoxo

Pairing: Owen Grady x reader

Warnings: fluff, angst kinda, alcohol

Word Count: 1,318

I sat at the bar fuming still from my day at work, and from the fight with my boyfriend that followed. It seemed like it was all fun and games dating Owen Grady, but really he was just a big, selfish dick. He belittles me constantly for my job as the herbivore trainer, and when he wasn’t doing that he was being an overprotective freak. He either was making fun of me for training baby herbivores, saying how it's nothing compared to his job or how it’s so “cute” or “fun.” Or when something even slightly dangerous happens at my job he would freak out and tell me it wasn’t safe for me or that I couldn’t handle it. I know that at least some part of that anger comes from the fact that he loves me, a lot, but it’s hard for him to be so overprotective when he wouldn’t even listen to me when I tried to fuss over him when he got hurt on the job.

I was working with a baby Apatosaurus today, it was barely a month old, so it was essentially harmless. I was trying to do a follow-the-ball exercise with him when he whipped around too fast and his tail slashed my forearm. I got the smallest, shallowest cut from it, but for legal reasons they had to send me home early. After getting the cut cleaned and wrapped by the staff’s doctor I headed back to the bungalow Owen and I shared, and when I called him to tell him what happened, which I was hesitant to do in the first place, he flipped out. The man rushed home and went on a rampage about how I should find a desk job or work in one of the shops or restaurants in the park, completely ignoring the fact that I had a degree in animal behaviors and was going to become a veterinarian before I got offered this job. My skills lie with animals, not bitchy customers. Long story short Owen got really mad, making me incredibly frustrated, so now I’m at a bar.

“Another one?” The young bartender asked with raised brows. I nodded, giving him the silent confirmation he was looking for. He sloshed the clear liquid into the shot glass before sliding it my way. I grabbed it immediately and threw my head back as I tossed the liquid down my throat. I savored the burn, and then the warmth in my stomach. I sat there watching the bartender pour and mix drinks for the line of customers that sat at the bar. I sat in the far corner against the wall, back turned to the people around me so they knew I wasn’t to be bothered. I raised my hand to signal another shot and knocked it back quickly after the bartender delivered it. I was starting to feel a slight buzz in my head, and savored the feeling, letting it wash over me, before I signalled for another.

An hour or two later I was still sitting in the corner, but most of the bar had cleared out by now. It must be late then. I was several, several shots in and I was sure the bartender would’ve cut me off by now if it weren’t for the fact that I worked in the park. The room was spinning at this point, but at least I wasn't as mad anymore. Don’t get me wrong, I was still pissed at my boyfriend, but it wasn’t a rage so strong that it was taking over my thoughts anymore.

“I’ll have another,” I said to the bartender, hoping I got all of my words out correctly. He shot me a concerned look, which I returned with an icy stare. He hesitated slightly before pouring the shot and setting it in front of me. I grabbed it and tossed it back. It didn’t burn anymore.

“I figured I might find you here,” said a deep voice from behind me. I swiveled around quickly in my stool, but the motion was too fast and made me slide off my stool. A strong pair of arms caught me and hauled me up to a stand. I squinted my eyes and tried to focus on the person in front of me, it was Owen.

“Get away,” I slurred, trying to shove him off of me, but instead it made me stagger harshly to the side. I grabbed onto the bar for support and stared down my boyfriend. To my surprise he let out a loud laugh. “What?”

“Nothing, it’s just you are so incredibly drunk, wow,” he said, still chuckling. I tried my best to roll my eyes and give him an annoyed look but honestly I couldn’t even tell the difference between his face and his ass at this point. Oh well.

“I’m not even that drunk, jus a lil buzzed,” I slurred, giving Owen a pointed look.

“I’m over here babe,” Owen said, making me realize I was talking to the bartender. “How did you even let her drink that much liquor?”

“I’m sorry sir, she just kept asking for more and the first thing they taught us here was to never turn down a paying customer,” the bartender said, clearly flustered by Owen’s presence. I think Owen just nodded at him and then handed him some paper, or money maybe. He then made his way over to where I stood still clutching the lip of the bar. He slid an arm around my shoulders and another under my legs, scooping me up bridal style.

“Hey! Put me down! I can walk you know,” I yelled, hitting Owen’s chest.

“Ouch,” he said sarcastically. I was irritated beyond words now, so I just crossed my arms and stuck out my bottom lip in a pout. “Oh, so you’re going to pout about it now, huh?”

“Yes, until you put me down damnit,” I snapped. Owen let out a big sigh before setting me down on the paved path outside the bar. I looked around for Owen’s motorcycle, but instead saw a black SUV. He took my car then. I sauntered over to it, but the path must’ve been moving or something, it was harder than I thought to make it over there. Suddenly, I hit hard pavement. I looked down at my hands to see them scraped up and bleeding slightly.

“Damnit Y/n, this is why I was carrying you,” Owen said, rushing over to kneel beside where I sat on the ground examining my hands.

“You don’t have to do everything for me Owen! I’m not your little plaything to look after and protect, I can handle myself,” I said in frustration. He needed to hear this, I didn’t care if we had this fight on the ground outside of the bar, I was too fed up, and drunk, to care at this point.

Owen sighed loudly before quietly saying, “I know Y/n, I’m sorry. I just can’t help it, my natural instinct is just to look after you, to take care of you.”

“I know, but sometimes it’s just a little much,” I said softly, putting a hand on his face. He grabbed that hand and examined my scraped palms before placing a soft kiss right in the middle. He then did the same with the other one. My heart gave a little squeeze at the gentle gesture. “Let’s just go home.”

“Fine, but I’m carrying your drunk ass the rest of the way, no questions,” he said, jumping to his feet. He offered his hand to help me up, and then scooped me into his arms again. I giggled and planted a sloppy kiss on his lips. He gave me a soft kiss on my forehead before I rested my head against his chest. For such a bad day, this wasn’t too bad of an ending.

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Heat Wave

Hi guys!!! This is just a sweet little idea that popped into my head today. It’s super fluffy and fun! Hope you enjoy!!! xoxo

Paring: Owen Grady x Reader

Warnings: extreme fluff!!!!!

Word Count: 1,036

I sat at my slick, white desk reading through today's customer reports and complaints. I could feel sweat sliding down my back, and I was sure my face was sticky with sweat too. There was an unbearable heat wave passing through the island and it got bad enough to the point that our corporate buildings were no longer able to keep up with the air conditioning. So here I sat, at my very professional job, stripped down to my white tank top and skirt, hair thrown up in a messy ponytail just so I could get it off my neck. At least I wasn’t the only one who was stripping, almost every person in the office had their suit coats off, or even their button-downs underneath too. Everyone was a hot, sweaty mess today.

I looked up as I saw my glass door swing open to see my boss walking in. She was the only one in the building who hadn’t given in to the heat and taken off her hot jacket or shirt. Ms. Balding was very traditional, and very strict, which made the excessive clothing make sense. I did notice that her usual sleek, stick straight blonde hair was thrown up in a ponytail, which showed that she at least noticed the heat.

“Ms. Y/l/n,” she said in a way of a greeting, “I came to inform you that we will be closing down the office for the rest of the day. Go home, finish your work from there if you have anything urgent to complete.”

“Sounds good, thank you,” I respond. Ms. Balding then turns on her heel and walks away, and as she does I notice the sweat dripping down her neck, I stifle a laugh as I notice. Now I know why we’re shutting things down early.

I grab my purse and my pile of clothing from the chair in the corner and shut down my computer. I make sure I have no important work left to do before heading out. I was hoping Owen would be done, or close to done with work by now. Usually I come home later than my boyfriend, if only because customer complaints usually pile in at the end of the day before the park closes down, so we get backed up and have to stay late. Owen was always frustrated with how late I had to work, and I always reminded him that not all of us just get to play with raptors all day. Usually then he rolls his eyes before launching into how important and dangerous his line of work is, leaving me a heaping mess of laughter every time. I can’t take him seriously, especially when he wears his vests. Though I will admit he looks very attractive in them, not that I’d ever tell him that.

I shake my head and laugh quietly at the thoughts of my boyfriend as I head to the car that will drive me to Owen’s bungalow. Reluctantly I moved into the bungalow with Owen a couple of months ago. It was a little too similar to camping for me, but Owen insisted, it was important enough to him that I moved out of the modern apartment the company assigned me to and joined him. Now that I’ve adjusted to the move, I really don’t mind it, most of the time.

I thank the driver and leave the SUV once we arrive. I grab my phone from my purse to call Owen and check in, but the second I start dialing a stream of water hits me directly in my face. I cry out in surprise, and look up to see Owen in his swim trunks holding a water gun, with a big shit-eating grin on his face.

“Oh you’re going to pay for that Grady,” I say and run into the bungalow. He follows, continuously spraying my backside. I’ll admit, with the water being so cold, it does feel pretty refreshing. I drop my bag on the couch and peel off my now soaking clothes. I throw on a swimsuit and head outside, and I notice another water gun sitting on our little patio table. I grab it and start to hunt down Owen. I wander through our yard, and then look behind the bungalow. Eventually Owen sneaks up on me, from who knows where, and sprays me all over. I laugh and spray him back, and then we chase each other around the yard laughing and yelling.

“Oh it’s on now,” Owen says as I spray him in the face. I giggle and run away, needing to reload my gun with water. I head toward the dock so I can get to the water, but right as I reach the end I feel a strong pair of arms snake around my waist and pull me right into the lake. Owen and I plunge into the cool water, a mess of tangled limbs.

“I missed you babe,” Owen says as we surface. He leans in and plants a sweet kiss on my lips. I smile and wrap my arms around his neck, and he pulls me in closer. We stay like that for a minute, kissing deeply but gently, like we had all the time in the world to do nothing but this.

“I missed you too Grady, but the good news is we have the rest of the day to do nothing but this,” I say, breaking the kiss. He brushes my wet hair from my face and lifts my chin, connecting his lips with mine yet again. The kiss is more needy, more wanting this time. Full of passion and love for each other. Suddenly Owen scoops me up, and walks out of the lake carrying me bridal style.

“Thank god for the heat wave,” Owen says as he carries me to the bungalow. I laugh and give him a quick peck before resting my head against his strong chest. I was in for a night of trouble that’s for sure, but at least it was with Owen. I smiled up at him and he grinned back, a wicked grin that told me what was about to happen. Yep, definitely in trouble, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.

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IM BACK!!

Part two to thunderstruck and some new holiday supernatural and jurassic world fics coming soon!!!!

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Thunderstruck- Pt. 1

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 3,064

Warnings: swearing, shooting, injuries 

Hi guys!!! It felt so good to finally have time to write again and this is going to be a little series based out of season two. This is so different from what I usually write so I hope you guys enjoy it!!!! Let me know what you guys think!! xoxo

-Reader’s POV-

It had been three years since the world I once knew was destroyed. Three years since I dragged myself to work on a Monday morning, or since I had went out with friends on a Friday night. My friday nights full of booze and loud music were replaced with food hauls and supply runs. Monday mornings full of shoot outs and machetes slicing through half-rotted flesh. Three years ago the United States as we knew it, was overridden by the Croatoan virus.

It was a pretty quick change throughout the country, almost overnight. One minute I was just living a normal, 21 year old life, working at an unfulfilling job during the week, and bar hopping with my girlfriends on the weekends. The next, a rifle was shoved into my hands and I was forced to pack all my belongings into a single backpack. Scientists still don’t know what caused the disease’s rapid spread, and they have yet to find a cure. Over 21% of the population was killed in the first six months of the outbreak. After the first year, half of us were gone. Now, three years from the first outbreak we don’t know how many people are still alive, there’s no longer news reporters or doctors around to report the status of our country. Most uninfected people who are still out there don’t surface much, only long enough to find food or medical supplies. Most infected people that are still alive aren’t hard to miss, and usually only last long enough to keep the disease alive.

After the initial outbreak, many groups started to form throughout communities, people supporting each other and protecting one another. Most would do weekly supply runs, and teach members of their groups to use weapons in order to look after each other. The whole system actually worked out well, until an outbreak would reach their basecamp and wipe out every last member. At least that’s what happened to my group.

Our dysfunctional group was thrown together about three weeks after the original outbreak. Located just north of New Orleans, a pastor in our small town threw together a group of about 25 us, operating out of his church. We worked together to send out teams to stock up on food, weapons, and other basic necessities. We converted the basement in to our general sleeping spaces. Old, stained mattress covering the ground, piles of blankets and pillows skewed around. We didn’t sleep much, most of us too anxious to get more than a few hours, but we managed. The whole routine with the group worked decently for about three months, until a young boy, Jimmy, came back from a food haul with a rancid looking bite mark on his neck. The minute I saw the wound, oozing with blood that was probably already infected, I raced out of that town. One thing I learned about the Croatoan virus was once one person got infected, everyone is gonna get infected, it doesn’t spare anyone.

After I left that group, I started travelling on my own, remaining in Louisiana, staying in old elementary schools or abandoned houses. I’m currently hiding out in an old gas station in northern Louisiana, which will soon lead me to the people who will forever change my life.

It was a warm day, the air thick with humidity, bugs swarming everywhere, a typical southern day. I had decided that morning it was time for me to move again, I was hoping to make it toward the east coast. My plan was to make it across seas to Europe, but it was incredibly difficult to do as all other countries around the world sealed their borders to the US. A couple weeks ago I heard a whisper from people I had passed by about a group who has been sending survivors on a boat over to some island near Spain. I just needed to make it over to the Carolinas and I would be set, but it would be quite a hike.

I rolled up my makeshift bed, my army jacket and a couple of shaggy blankets, shoving them into my backpack. I stuffed in a couple of water bottles and a box of granola bars from the supply shelf to my left, then I zipped it up and headed on my way. I was using a map I snagged off of a man I killed about two weeks ago, I didn’t exactly know how to read it, but I figured out enough to direct me east. Following worn down street signs and the direction of the sun, I made my way to the coast.

I had been hiking for about six hours as far as I could tell, so I decided it was time to stop for a lunch break. I noticed a Walmart across the street, and headed inside. I slipped in through the automatic doors, which were jammed open, and headed back to the grocery aisle. I was staring at a half empty shelf of canned soups, beans, and rices when I heard a soft crash from behind me. I felt my muscles immediately tense up, and I gripped my gun tighter as I headed toward the registers to find out who had joined me. Gun aimed and ready to fire, I stepped out from behind the shelf and pointed my gun toward my potential attacker. I was shocked, and a little scared to see two tall men standing behind the barrel of my gun.

-Dean’s POV-

Sammy and I had been hiking for about a day and half without eating anything but a granola bar and a pack of jerky. We were both dragging, we both needed a hot meal and a long nap, and probably a shower too. We weren’t exactly sure of our location, Sam guessed we were somewhere in eastern Louisiana, but we didn’t know the exact location. We were passing through an empty town when I spotted our holy grail, a Walmart on the corner of the street. We decided to stock up for the next couple of days as we headed toward Georgia to track down a demon that could supposedly give us more information about the Croatoan virus. As we entered the store, and headed toward the grocery aisle, we met an unfriendly looking visitor.

She appeared from around the soup aisle just seconds after Sam knocked an old box of cereal off of its display shelf. She was short, with a very, very small frame, but the sheer look of determination on her face made up for her small figure. She had long, thick hair that was pulled back into a disheveled looking ponytail. Dirt smeared on her face, skin dampened with sweat from the humidity, eyes full of what was probably meant to look like ruthlessness, but I could see the fear there too. Fear that we were infected, or that we wanted to hurt her. She might have been one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen, despite the dirt and grime, and the rifle pointed as us.

“Woah, woah, easy there girlie, we’re not infected and we’re not gonna hurt you,” I said with a nervous laugh. Her eyes darted between the two of us, like she was trying to get a read on us. Her face slackened slightly, but her muscles were still tense and her gun was still aimed right for Sam’s head.

“And why should I believe that?”

“Because you should, ‘nuff said,” I said gruffly, she may be hot, but she was still pointing a gun at my brother’s head. She stared at us for a couple more seconds before letting out a sigh and lowering her gun. “Better.”

“So what’s your guys’ deal anyway?” She asked hoarsely, if she was travelling alone she probably wasn’t used to talking.

“Well I’m Sam, and that’s my brother Dean. We’re survivors, like you, and we’re tracking down a man in Georgia, we just stopped for some lunch,” Sam explained calmly, as I took in her reaction as he spoke. She didn’t trust us, but she still tolerated our presence for some reason, something about us gave her a reason not to shoot us both and take our supplies.

“Well, I’m Y/n. Now that I know you’re not going to shoot me I’ll just grab my food and go,” she rasped out before turning to head back to the food aisle.

“Hey, hey, wait!” I said, running after her, “You’re gonna leave just like that?”

When she ignored me I grabbed her elbow and spun her around to face me, only to be met with a rifle pressed against my sternum. Damn she was a fiesty one.

“On second thought, maybe I will shoot you guys,” she snapped, a look of ferocity in her eyes I’ve rarely seen throughout my lifetime. She must have been through some stuff to be this vicious and untrusting. But something about her made me not want to let her just walk away from us.

-Reader’s POV-

As the stranger’s hand firmly gripped my elbow, I pressed my gun to his chest, staring him down. It was hard to keep a straight face as I looked into his eccentric eyes, somehow bright and curious even  in this time of war. I don’t how someone could still have that look in their eyes, after everything this country has gone through, and I think that’s what intrigued me about the man. Just when I was about to break the silence, he gripped the end of my gun, and spun it around, flipping me around so my back was pressed against his front, and his arms were wrapped around my body, holding me in place. I squirmed against him, but it was useless, he was too strong.

“What do you want?” I shot at him in frustration, I wasn’t used to so much human interaction and I was started to get irritated from hunger.

“I’m just gonna need you to calm down, and put the gun away sweetheart. No one’s shooting anyone here,” he whispered into my ear. I rolled my eyes at the pet name, but stopped struggling against him in defeat. As he felt my body relax he released me, and I strapped my gun back over my chest as I turned to face him and his brother.

“Y/n, we can help you get to wherever you’re headed to, there’s strength in numbers,” the taller one, Sam I think, said softly. He was definitely the peacemaker of he pair, and much more tame than his brother.

“I don’t work in groups,” I said instantly, thinking back to my past history working with others, it was well, tragic. Sam nodded in understanding, but Dean just stared me down, face hard and questioning.

“Yeah cut the crap princess. We get it you’re tuff and you’ve been through some shit, but we all have. Now you know it’s safer for you to work with us, I can see it in your face, so now let’s just move this show along and go,” Dean spat at me. I almost flinched at his words, but refused to let myself do anything more than just blink at him. I knew he was right, but now more than ever I wanted to leave them. My logical side was beating my stubborness though, and I knew I would be better off with the pair.

“Fine, but I’m headed to South Carolina, so we part ways in Georgia whenever you guys find this man you were talking about,” I said with a sigh. I either just made the best or the worst decision of my life.

“Let’s stock up and head out then,” Dean said with a smirk.

After filling our bags with cans of assorted soups, beans, and energy bars, we left the store, heading on our way. We hiked for about four more hours before we decided to find somewhere to set up camp for the night.

“You know, you can talk to us, we don’t need to completely ignore each other. Especially if we have a week’s hike ahead of us,” Dean said as he approached my side, falling in step with my smooth stride.

“Ask away then,” I responded bitterly. I decided in order to not get attached to these men I would interact with them as little as possible, the less words spoken the better in my opinion.

“Why don’t you trust people?”

I snorted at the blatant question, he really wanted to dive straight into the deep stuff. “I guess ever since the original outbreak, I found that most people I learned to trust either died on me or turned their backs when things got rough. I learned it’s easier just to be a one man show and do things my way.”

“Yeah, I hear ya on that one,” Dean said with a humorless chuckle. We were now waiting outside an old house as Sam scoped out the inside for any unwanted visitors. “Ok, now you get to ask me a question.”

“Who is the man you guys are tracking down?”

“He uh, he’s an old friend. Someone who we’ve been wanting to get in touch with for awhile,” Dean explained flatly, looking toward the dilapidated house as he spoke.

“I know that’s not the whole truth, but I’ll let is slide anyway,” I shot back, exposing Dean’s obvious lie. I would’ve asked him what the truth was if Sam hadn’t motioned for us to enter.

The inside of the house was cozy, a quiet little home, but clearly damaged from the last couple of years. The floors were slick from the dampness in the air, the furniture was worn out and ripped in some places, and the kitchen was completely torn apart. Old cereal boxes strewn about, cans and wrappers tossed everywhere, good thing we brought our own food.

“It’s getting late, we could start up the fire place for some light and then try to catch some Zs,” Dean said as he took in our new surroundings. Sam nodded his approval, keeping to his quiet demeanor.

“Perfect, I’ll go get some firewood,” I said cheerfully, suddenly excited by the prospect of sleep.

“Not by yourself you won’t, I’ll help you while Sam gets some beds made up.”

I rolled my eyes, but accepted the help as it was almost completely dark out now. Dean and I headed through the fenced in backyard and to the trees beyond in order to grab some kindling for the night. Dean headed toward the neighbors yard, claiming he spotted some old wood fencing, and I head deeper into the trees to find smaller twigs and branches. My hands were full with little broken branches and sticks, when I heard a rustling from behind me. I assumed it was Dean coming to get me, but I quickly learned I was wrong. A pair of strong arms grabbed me from behind, wrapping around my torso so I couldn’t reach my gun, causing me to drop my collection of firewood. I struggled against my attacker, but like Dean, he was much stronger than me.

“Dean! Dean, I need help,” I cried out, hoping I wouldn’t get killed for it. I heard heavy footsteps running toward us, snapping branches and rustling leaves as he approached.

“Shit,” was all Dean said as he saw the situation before him.

-Dean’s POV-

I saw Y/n writhing against the man who was wrapped around her, struggling to get out of his grip, but it was no use, she was too small.

“Hey pal, any chance you wanna release my friend there?” I asked tentatively, hoping this man wasn’t infected.

“Funny, Dean Winchester.” I perked up at the sound of my name, muscles instantly tensing as I reached for the pistol in my back pocket. “Manny sent me, he heard that you and your brother were looking for him, and he highly suggests that you stop. But, now that you found the girl, you might be of more interest to him.”

“What do you want with me?” Y/n yelled in frustration, panic starting to creep into her eyes at the mention of her.

“You should know how valuable you are,” the grimey man said with a chuckle. I was confused by what he was implying. Was there something Y/n hadn’t told us about herself? The look of pure terror on her face told me otherwise, she didn’t know what these people wanted with her, but the problem was neither did I.

“Look buddy just hand her over and no one has to get hurt,” I practically growled. I didn’t know what he was planning on doing with her here, and I was starting to panic, when I saw the flash of silver in Y/n’s hands. With her limited mobility she drove the blade into the man’s thigh, causing him to cry out and release her long enough for her to scramble away. Before I could rush over to her, he pounced on top of her, tackling her to the mossy ground. With one hand pinned on her throat, crushing her airway, and the other hand pointing a gun at me I was frozen in place. My mind was racing to find someway to help her, but that damned gun was aimed straight for my heart.

“Clearly you guys don’t what this bitch can do, so let me show you,” the man said, voice full of amusement. I watched in horror as he lowered the gun just long enough to swing it across her face. She cried out in pain as it made contact, drawing blood with the laceration it left. I finally realized what he was doing as he reached down and dipped his hand into his wound before smearing it all over the fresh wound on her face. She screamed in horror as she realized what was happening, while the infected man just laughed at her.

His laughter was cut off by the ringing of the gunshot that was fired straight through his forehead. I had noticed Sam approach about thirty seconds prior to the blood sharing, but he fired too late. Now Y/n laid on the ground sobbing in terror as the virus flowed through her veins, and there was nothing I could do to help her.

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HI GUYS!!!!

Sorry I’ve been on a break because of school stresses but i’m BACK and hopefully tonight I will have the first part to a new series I’ve been working uploaded!!!!! This one is a supernatural fanfic which will be Dean x reader!! hope you guys will love it as much as i do!!!!!! ((hint: it has something to do with the gif below!!))

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Upcoming Stories!!!

Hey guys!!! I’ve uploaded a couple different stories in a relatively short period of time so I’m gonna take some time and slow down on these upcoming ones. First of all because school starts next week so I’ll have less time to write and also because I want to focus more on the quality of my writing!! So here is a little preview at what will be coming in the next couple of weeks!!! xoxo

-Owen Grady series

The reader has always hated Owen, but what happens when she starts to see him for who he really is?

-Sam Winchester series

The reader is an assassin hired to kill Sam and Dean Winchester, but when she meets Sam her plans get a little thrown off.

-Owen Grady one shot (smut)

Owen picks up the reader in a bar and gives her a night she won’t forget.

-Owen Grady one shot

This one will be a mix between a one shot and a drabble, basically describing the reader and Owen’s first and last kiss.

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Summer Nights (Owen Grady x Reader)

Summary: when the reader’s new job turns her into a workaholic, Owen decides to take measures into his own hands. 

Pairing: Owen Grady x reader

Word count: 1600

Warnings: maybe some swearing?? but mostly just lots and lots of fluff

This was just a short, sweet little story that popped into my head today, enjoy!!! xoxo

Everything was a mess right now. Owen was busy with the raptors and Hoskins, my best friend Maya was back in California visiting her sister’s baby, and I just got promoted to overseer of all herbivore exhibits. Basically I was swamped every night, and so was Owen so we had no time to see each other anymore, and my best friend, and roommate, wasn’t even here to talk to about everything. I desperately needed a twelve hour nap and a bottle of tequila.

I slammed my phone back on the receiver, frustrated with the incompetent interns. All I asked for was for them to get the security team to sedate and relocate the sick triceratops, but for some reason the kid couldn’t figure out how to complete the simple task, and a tourist got hurt because of it. Now my ass was on the line for a stupid mistake an intern made. At least I would have the wicked pleasure of firing the kid.

“Here is the paperwork regarding the issue in sector seven today,” my boss said, dropping a thick stack of papers on top of my desk.

“Wait, Ms. Dearing, what happened in sector seven? I thought sector three was the only one with issues today,” I replied quickly, before she could walk out of my office.

“A worker took a bad hit to the leg from an apatosaurus tail, he might have a broken femur,” she responded with a smirk, clearly she was enjoying my drowning in paperwork. Claire and I used to have a better work relationship, until she found out Owen and I were dating. I don’t know if she was jealous or angry or what, but I honestly think the only reason she gave me the promotion was to dump twice the amount of paperwork on my desk as before, preventing me from ever getting home in time to see Owen.

“I’ll get right on it then,” I mumbled, she nodded and exited my office. I stood up and closed the door behind her, before returning to my desk and calling the number for my favorite takeout place. I knew it was going to be another late night.

“Babe it’s nine p.m, when are you planning on coming over for dinner?”

“I’m sorry Owen, it’s just the triceratops scared the tourist, and now the worker broke his leg, and I have a whole stack of paperwork to finish, on top of the weekly reports I still have to file, I just don’t think I’ll make it over tonight,” I explained sadly. I could hear him sigh at my excuses on the other end of the phone.

“Alright, but will I get to see you tomorrow night at least? It’s saturday night, you can’t be working that late again,” Owen whined, clearly as frustrated as I was about my new workload.

“I’ll try my best to get out by seven, at the earliest, but no guarantees.”

“Well, seven is better than nothing, I’ll see you tomorrow. I love you,” Owen told me sweetly.

I smiled as his words before telling him I loved him too and hung up. I stared back down at the mountain of paper below me, already feeling a headache coming on. I just sighed and took two advil before resuming my work.

-

The next morning I woke to the sound of a door slamming. I jumped up, realizing I fell asleep at my desk, again. I rolled my eyes as I looked at the clock, noticing it was only seven a.m. I got up to refill my coffee cup, before settling back into my chair, beginning my busy work once again.  

My day was filled with staff meetings, memo letters, and dealing with people who were unable to do their jobs. I fired two interns by noon, and had to deal with three visitors who claimed to have been attack by a baby brachiosaurus, which quite frankly, I didn’t think was possible. I could feel my body tense up with more and more stress as the day went on, and I really just wanted to see my boyfriend. I was also dealing with a lot of homesickness at the moment.

Summer was always my favorite season at home; days filled with sand and sun and salty hair, evenings occupied with bonfires and s’mores and night swims. Even though the weather was always summertime weather here, I still knew that it was mid-July, and my evenings should be filled with stargazing and drinking around the fire, not paperwork and unnecessary customer complaints. I just wanted to have my freedom back, I craved the feeling of not having a care in the world as I skinny-dipped with friends, or took night rides in the jeep with all the doors off.

“Miss Y/l/n, someone’s here to see you,” my assistant said from my doorway, snapping me out of my thoughts. I nodded and dismissed her, looking up to see Owen walk through my glass office doors.

“Owen! What are you doing here?”

“I came to bust you out of this place,” he said with a confident smirk. He walked over to where I sat at my white desk, pulling me out of my leather chair.

“But, I’m not done yet, and if I don’t get these reports in my tonight Claire will have my head on a stick,” I rambled on, before glancing down at the time on my computer. “Holy shit, it’s eight-thirty already?”

“Yes, which is why I decided to take immediate action and go straight to Claire. You’re good to leave for the night, I have a fun evening planned for us. You need it anyway, I’m starting to get concerned for your health,” my boyfriend said with a laugh as he eyed me up. I rolled my eyes at him, even though I’m sure I did look like shit, and then took his hand as he dragged me out of this dreaded building.

-

After we arrived at Owen’s bungalow, I showered, threw on a swimsuit and one of his old t-shirts, per Owen’s instructions, before joining him outside. When I saw what was waiting for me, I was about ready to burst out in tears.

There was an old loveseat sitting next to a crackling bonfire, pillows and blankets were piled on the cozy looking couch, making it look very warm and inviting. An open cooler sat next to it, stocked with beers, and a tray with all the fixings for s’mores sat on the picnic table. Old rock played softly in the background, coming from Owen’s ancient radio he fixed up. But that whole setup wasn’t even the best part.

I looked past the bonfire to the dock that led into the lake. Candles lined the dock, all the way to the end, where my boyfriend stood. The water surrounding the dock was sprinkled with lilies and lily pads holding more candles. Owen stood at the end of the dock with his swimsuit on. I laughed out of pure happiness as I ran to where he waited for me. I practically jumped into his arms, and he swung me around, chuckling at my enthusiasm.

“You really did all of this for me?”

“What kind of question is that. Of course I did this for you,” he replied as I looked up at his face. At his answer, my tears really did start to fall. He brushed the away with a swipe of his thumbs, before pulling me in for a sweet kiss. I melted into him, letting everything other than him slip out of my mind in this moment. I pulled away long enough to strip down into my swimsuit and yell, “Last one in the lake has to cook breakfast tomorrow!”

Owen suddenly grabbed my waist, and pulled me into the water with him. I let out a playful scream as we hit the water, falling in all tangled with each other. The water was warm and silky on my skin, feeling very refreshing. Owen and I roughhoused and swam in the water for a while, it could’ve been minutes or hours but I couldn’t tell, there wasn’t any measure of time in this moment.

After drying off and changing into clean clothes, we snuggled into the loveseat. The fire was still hissing and crackling, and the coals were nice and hot, making them perfect for roasting marshmallows. We both slid a marshmallow on the end of our sticks, and roasted them to perfection. Except perfection according to Owen was burnt to a crisp. We laughed over his inability to even cook a simple s’more, and then we stuffed our faces with the gooey deliciousness.

“How you managed to get marshmallow on your nose is beyond me,” Owen laughed at me, wiping the tip of my nose. I just smiled up at him and planted a sticky kiss on his cheek. I laid back on the couch, curling into him as he wrapped his arms around me. He pulled me in close, and kissed my forehead before leaning back and looking up at the night sky.

We laid in each other arms in silence for what seemed like hours, just watching the night sky. Thousands of twinkling stars glittered above us, and even the occasional shooting star made an appearance, making us both shout out ridiculous wishes everytime. As I lay there I listened to the lull of the music, the crackle and pop of the fire, and the chirping crickets off in the woods, the night truly couldn’t get anymore ideal than this.

“I love you Owen Grady, thank you for this, I really needed this,” I told him, breaking the silence.

“I love you more Y/n Y/l/n,” Owen said back softly. He leaned over to kiss me deeply and swiftly, sending tingles down my spine and butterflies in my stomach. He pulled me in closer, making me feel safe and warm. Quite honestly, I would be content just to lie out here in Owen’s arms forever.

#owen grady #owen grady x reader #owen grady fanfiction #owen grady fic #jurassic world #jurassic world fallen kingdom #jurassic world fanfiction #fanfic #chris pratt

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Papercut (Owen Grady x Reader)

Summary: The reader gets injured on the job, but tries to hide it from an overprotective Owen.

Pairing: Owen Grady x reader

Word count: about 3100

Warnings: blood, injury, swearing

I wrote this at two am when I couldn’t sleep so it may be a little rough, but I hope you guys still enjoy!! xoxo

I was a natural at my job. I had always loved animals since I was just a little girl, and growing up I always had such a deep connection with our family pets. So naturally I majored in animal behaviors and got a job at a private zoo right out of college. I worked with larger cats, imprinting on them at birth, and studying the way their minds and bodies worked as they grew up. I was very good at my job, and I had even published a few research papers on tiger imprinting and social skills. So when Jurassic World first opened, they needed someone who could help imprint on baby dinosaurs and teach them social skills. Unfortunately, by the time I responded to their call, all the cozy trainer jobs were taken up, like the triceratops or raptor positions. Which left me with the t-rex babies.

~Six months ago~

“You’re delusional! You can’t just move thousands of miles away to some jungle filled with dinosaurs, you’re gonna get yourself killed,” my roommate and best friend Lily shouted at me. She had always been super protective over me, especially with my tendencies to be impulsive and reckless.

“I’m going to be just fine, they’re just like any other animal I’ve trained,” I retorted as I continued to crumple clothes, tossing them into the suitcase laying on my bed.

“But they’re not animals, hell they’re not even natural. Some wack job scientists just cooked them up in a lab and tossed them on an island. Plus, you don’t even like lizards,” she said, frowning at my messy suitcase.

“Lily, they’re not lizards and I will be completely fine, you know me I can handle anything. I’ll call you every night and we can Skype whenever you want. It’s not like I’m just falling off the face of the earth,” I explained, giving her a look that told her I’m going whether she liked it or not.

She sighed, and shook her head before saying, “Fine. But I don’t like it, and I expect lots of pictures of the overgrown reptiles.”

I laughed and gave her a big hug, happy that she was finally conceding. I would’ve gone without her support, but I felt much better about the whole thing with it.

“Now stop packing like an animal and fold your clothes,” she scolded, dumping out the pile of clothes in my suitcase, helping me reorganize. I smiled sadly at her, thinking about how much I would miss my best friend.

~Now~

I worked as a baby t-rex trainer for about five months before they offered me a “promotion.” It certainly came with a pay raise, but also a much more dangerous workload. Instead of working with the tiny, harmless babies, I would be working with more adolescent dinosaurs. They put a halt to breeding t-rexes due to overpopulation and not enough room on the island, so they needed me to begin working with the “teenage” t-rexes, which is usually the age that I stopped training them. It would definitely be a risk, but I think I may just be crazy enough to do it.

“Absolutely not. You are taking that job over my dead body,” Owen said with a scowl. I had been dating the raptor trainer for about four months now, and I just broke the news about my new job, but he wasn’t exactly happy.

“I mean I didn’t plan on committing a felony today but…” I said with a laugh. Owen just glared at me and continued getting dressed for the day.

“It’s not happening. I mean you could barely handle the baby t-rexes some days, so how do you plan on handling them when they weigh two hundred pounds more, and are three feet taller than you?”

“Your raptors are taller than you, and they weigh a hell of a lot more than you too,” I shot back angrily. I was starting to get really frustrated with him. I get that he is protective and just wants me to be safe, but it’s my career and my choice.

“That’s different. I’ve bonded with my girls since they hatched, you haven’t. The bond won’t be as strong so they’ll be less trusting of you, and harder to control,” Owen explained as he pulled on his boots.

“Owen, please. I can handle myself, I’ll be fine. Just trust me,” I pleaded, my tone softer now. He stood up and walked over to me, placing one hand on my waist, tangling the other into my hair.

“Fine, but if anything happens to you, and I’m talking even a papercut, then you’re done,” Owen said gently, but passionately. I just laughed at him and stood on my toes to place a sweet kiss on his lips. He pulled me closer and kissed me deeper, more intensely before releasing me and saying goodbye as he left for work. Even after four months he still gave me butterflies every time he kissed me like that. Like I was the only thing that mattered. I snapped out of my thoughts and headed out for my first day at my new job.

When I arrived at the t-rex cage my excitement and nervousness both increased tenfold. I wanted to prove to Owen that I could do this, but I was also nervous that I wouldn’t be able to. What if I couldn’t control them? What if I did get hurt? I pushed those thoughts to the back of my mind as I entered the cage. I had a couple of exercises to try out with them, but the first week or two would mostly be about establishing a bond, and more importantly trust.

“C’mon girls, I know you’re out there,” I called out, waiting for them with a bucket of treats in my hand. I heard the ferns rustle in front of me, and a large head peaked out from around a tree. I tried not to be scared, but she already looked bigger than I was expecting. Plus there was going to be two of them.

“I see you, c’mon,” I said encouragingly. I needed her to trust me again, for them both to. I trained both of the dinosaurs until they were about four months old, but then they go too big and moved to this new cage. It had been about a month since I’ve seen them, so I’m concerned our bond may have been weakened.

To my surprise, they both came stomping out of the bushes at the sound of my voice. The slightly bigger one was named Daisy, and the smaller one Bunny. Owen laughed at the names when I first told him, saying they were “too soft” for such an aggressive species, but that’s what I liked about them.

“Did you girls miss me?”

The first day flew by smoothly. The girls were shy at first, but our connection was still completely there. They weren’t aggressive at all, especially for their age, and Daisy only growled at me once. I could tell I was going to like my new job, as much as I was going to miss snuggling with my little babies.

“And then Bunny just kicked the ball right after I showed her, without me even having to bribe her with treats. Isn’t that amazing?”

“Yeah babe, that’s great,” Owen called out from the bedroom. I was currently in his kitchen, making us stir-fry for dinner to celebrate my first day. I was humming to myself as I was mixing in the sauce when I felt two large arms wrap around my waist from behind me. Owen planted a kiss on both my cheeks, and I leaned back into his warm body.

“That smells absolutely incredible,” Owen mumbled onto my neck. I leaned my head back, giving him better access and he placed a light kiss there before pulling away. “Do you want beer or wine tonight?”

“Beer,” I grumbled, sad to lose his touch that I craved so much. He cracked two beers and placed one on the counter next to me. I turned to him and grabbed the front of his shirt, pulling him down for a deep kiss. His lips were warm and soft on mine, making me feel very safe and at home.

“You know I’m really proud of you,” Owen said breaking our kiss, gazing down into my eyes. “And I bet you looked really sexy out there today.”

I laughed and hit him playfully before returning to the stove to finish cooking. I knew I wouldn’t be getting much sleep tonight.

-

It had now been a week that I have been working with my t-rexes. Everything was going perfectly, and they obeyed me completely. Today I had decided to focus less on training exercises and more on fun. I wanted them to be able to play and roam around today, making it a more relaxed day. The two girls were eyeing up a giant inflatable beach ball curiously as I watched from behind them. They were always so funny when I gave them new toys, acting so tentative at first, before becoming completely enamored with it.

Bunny kicked the ball away from Daisy, basically stealing it from her, which pissed Daisy off. Daisy whipped around to steal it back, but when she swung her tail behind her, it caught me right in the torso, knocking me to the ground. She didn’t even notice, and the two of them stomped away, chasing after their ball.

“Shit,” I breathed as I felt the stinging on my side. I looked down to see my tank top torn, and bleeding underneath. I groaned and started to panic when I thought about what Owen would say when he saw this. Maybe it was better if I didn’t tell him, I mean it looked like a pretty shallow cut, I could definitely take care of it on my own. I got up and opened the gate to exit the exhibit. I walked to my car and opened the trunk to grab my first aid kit. I rolled my tank top up to my chest and took at look at the cut.

It was pretty shallow, but long. It started right below my armpit and wrapped down to the front of my ribs. It was bleeding lightly, but it definitely looked worse than it actually was. I mean it barely even hurt, it just stung a little. But as I was about to clean it, I heard Bunny growl impatiently from the cage behind me and I looked down at my watch to see that it was their feeding time. I knew they would get very crabby if they didn’t get fed on time, so I just grabbed two big bandaids and threw them over my wound before heading back into the cage to feed my impatient girls.

-

I was able to get away with keeping my injury effectively hidden from Owen for the past couple days. I stayed late at work both nights, and left early in the morning before him, which was very early. Tonight would be harder though, he decided he wanted to cook for me, and I knew what followed after meals like tonight. I would just have to find a way around it somehow.

I arrived at the t-rex cage early today, as the sun was just beginning to paint the horizon. I decided it would be an easy day today, because I wasn’t feeling the greatest. I woke up with a fever and I was even a little light-headed. I decided it was probably just something going around the park, and pushed through it. To my dismay, the girls decided to be quite hyper today, and really wanted to play. I took some advil to help with my sickness, and because it was the only thing I had in my first aid kit. I ran the girls through all sorts of games like soccer, tug-of-war (with their mouths), and who can hunt down the treat first. The latter was always their favorite. I would hide a dead mouse somewhere within the patch of trees in the cage, and on my command they would take off, searching for it. Whoever found it first, usually Bunny, would get to eat it, so it was a very competitive game. Toward the end of the day though, I was starting to feel really shitty. My whole body felt like it was on fire, I was starting to develop a splitting headache, and I was feeling extremely dizzy and lightheaded.

“Bye girls,” I called out on my way out the exhibit. Right as I reached the other side of the gate, I really started to fade. The sides of my vision were starting to be brushed with black, and I was seeing lots of spots in front of me. My cut felt like it was on fire, white hot pain was now tearing through the entire right side of my body. I tried to make it to my car to grab some water, but right as I opened the door, I collapsed.

~Owen’s POV~

I stared down at Y/n’s limp body panicking. This couldn’t be happening, she had to be okay. When she didn’t make it home on time for dinner I got a little concerned and drove down to the t-rex exhibit. When I got here she was laying unconsciousness next to her car, and I felt my stomach drop right away. Something was wrong but I didn’t know what.

I kept shaking her limp body, but she wasn’t coming to. Her entire body was slick with sweat, and her face was very pale, too pale. All of a sudden I noticed a wet spot on her tank top, on the side of her torso. I practically ripped off the thing, and what I saw made me sick to my stomach. She had a huge gash across her ribs that was half-healed, but the wound was reopened and was now actively bleeding and there was puss coming out too.

“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath as I noticed the infection. I scooped her small body into my arms, and threw her into the backseat of her car, deciding I could come back for my bike later.

I ran her inside the minute I got home, and laid her on the bathroom floor, a towel underneath her. I grabbed the first aid kit and found alcohol, gauze, and some sort of pain medication. I also grabbed an ice pack and put it against the back of her neck, because she was burning up more and more by the second. Right as I was about to start cleaning her wound, she came to.

~Your POV~

I woke up to Owen calling out my name. I felt like shit and I could barely keep my eyes open, but the desperation in Owen’s eyes woke me right up. I must’ve been worse off than I thought.

“Damnit Y/n, what happened?” Owen demanded once he saw I was awake. He was fumbling with some gauze, dabbing it on my wound to soak up the blood.

“It’s nothing, just a little papercut,” I said with a laugh, hoping to make him feel a little better. He just gave me a pointed look, and told me to explain. “Fine, I was doing some exercises with the girls, and as Daisy turned around her tail swiped my side. It was nothing at first, but then today I didn’t feel good, and now I’m here I guess.”

“Why didn’t you tell me? I could’ve helped you,” Owen asked aggressively.

“You were just so protective about me getting hurt, I didn’t want to concern you with a silly little cut,” I whispered, feeling my body start to weaken again.

“Don’t ever think that I wouldn’t want to help you,” Owen said softly. I smiled weakly, and closed my eyes, feeling the darkness starting to take over my body again. “Hey, hey, eyes on me Y/n. Look at me, you don’t get to close your eyes yet, damnit.”

My eyes fluttered open at the panic in his voice, and I stared up at him lovingly. I really loved this man, even if I haven’t got the chance to tell him yet. I would tell him now, but I was just so tired, I just wanted to close my eyes.

“Okay, Y/n, you’re really gonna hate me for a minute here, but I’m gonna need to clean out your wound, so just stay with me here,” Owen told me as he opened a bottle of antiseptic alcohol. I flinched at the pain I knew was about to come, and I reached out to grab Owen’s hand. He gave my hand a squeeze and kissed my brow before pouring the liquid onto my side.

I screamed out at the burning in my side, arching my back as my muscles tensed up. I knew Owen was shouting at me in the background, but I couldn’t hear him through the pain. Tears fell from my eyes as my weakened body still burned. I felt a calloused hand snake around the back of my neck to comfort me, but I could feel myself slipping away as pain still shot through my body. I let my head roll to the side and I finally let my eyes close.

-

I woke up surrounded by blankets and fluffy pillows. I knew I was in Owen’s bed from the scent of him alone. It smelled wood and moss and citrus. I inhaled the intoxicating smell deeply before opening my eyes and attempting to sit up, which didn’t work out too well. As I tried to pull my body up, a flash of pain shot through my side, and I cried out.

“Woah, woah, easy there. You’re not going anywhere for awhile,” Owen said immediately, rushing to my side. He laid me back down, and helped me settle into his cozy bed again. He then walked around to the other side of the bed, and got under the covers with me. He laid beside me, and I rested my head on his shoulder as I looked up at his smiling face.

“I guess you’ll just be stuck in here with me for a couple of days then, you know for protection,” I said with a smirk. He returned the smile before leaning over to kiss me. The kiss was filled with hope and relief, and it was the perfect amount of sweetness and neediness. I pulled away and ran a hand along the side of his face. I built up the courage to tell him how I really felt about him, but right as I said it, he blurted out “I love you.”

We both burst out laughing at the timing of our confessions, but then he looked at me more seriously before saying, “I really do love you, and man it scares the shit out of me, but I just can’t help myself.”

“Thanks for fixing my papercut,” I replied sweetly, pulling him in for another kiss as he chuckled. I then settled into his arms, and laid back happily, thinking about how much I really did love Owen Grady.

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Safer with Me (Owen Grady x Reader)

Pairing: Owen Grady x reader

Word Count: about 4300

Warnings: verbal and physical abuse, swearing, injuries, blood, anxiety

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It started out as only one time, which I figured I could handle. I mean I was the one who messed up the shipment. I accidentally ordered for 50 goats instead of 500, which would mean a lot of dinosaurs wouldn’t have gotten fed that week. I decided to just tell my boss straight away, instead of him finding out on his own, even after I would have corrected it.

I timidly walked into his ornate office, mentally preparing myself for the incoming verbal abuse. I just never expected it to get physical.

“Um, Mr. Hoskins, sir,” I said as I stood outside his open door, knocking lightly on the frosted glass door.

“Just walk the fuck in for once, and you know what I think about the word um. It’s for the weak, so I guess I should expect you to use it,” Hoskins snickered as he aggressively gestured for me to come in. I shuffled in silently and sat in one of the leather chairs that was perched in front of his glass desk. The whole office was very modern, all glass and white and metallic. I could tell it was specifically designed to show the money and power this man thought he had. I snorted at the thought.

“What’s so fucking funny?” he asked, looking up from the paperwork he was currently working on.

“Oh, nothing sir, I ju-”

“Nevermind. Now just spit it out,” he interrupted, “What did you fuck up this time?”

“Look it was just a simple number error, I was just about to call the shipping company to fix it, but I figured I should inform you first,” I sputtered, looking down at the white tile floor. Mr. Hoskins didn’t like when I made eye contact too much. He said my y/c/e were too ugly and dull, and that it was disrespectful to stare at him too much.

“YOU DID WHAT?” He shouted, immediately standing up from his leather chair, causing it to go crashing into the white cabinets behind him. He stormed over to the door and slammed it shut, and he then walked behind me and pulled down all the window shades with a ferocity I’ve never seen before. “If you could just do one fucking thing right in your entire useless life I would be incredibly ecstatic. But no, all you do is sit around on your fat fucking ass and fuck up all my orders, reports, and emails. You know what, stand up, stand up, Y/n.”

I was confused, and more than a little concerned, but I knew better than to disobey my boss. I’ve seen what he does when I do, and I think if he yelled anymore, the vein popping out of his forehead might just burst. So I quickly stood from my chair, and turned to face him, and I dared to lift my gaze to meet his, which was my mistake.

“Oh now you’ve fucking done it!” I watched it all happen as if I was in slow motion. I watched his hand swing toward my face, and connect with my cheek, leaving it red and swollen afterward. I cried out and grabbed my face in some attempt to stop the stinging. The next hit caught me off guard though. His fist connect with my side, hard, making me tumble back into the metal bookshelf. I slammed my head against the corner of the bookshelf, causing a couple books to tumble down, one of which connected with my forehead.

My vision was swimming but I was still able to see Hoskins stomp over to where I laid slumped against the shelf. He gripped a fistfull of my hair, and yanked me to a sitting position, causing me to wince hard, but I bit my lip to keep from crying out again.

“Now listen to me very carefully. You are going to let your hair down to cover your face, and you are going to run home for the day. If anyone asks you what happened, you took a tumble down the stairs on your way down to the lobby,” he spat, his practically purple face was only inches from mine. I tried to keep my tears from spilling as I nodded vigorously. “Good, then get out of here.”

I scrambled up from the ground, taking a moment to let my hair down and straighten my clothes. Without looking back, I opened the door and ran for the elevator. Once I got down to the lobby, I practically sprinted out the doors, tears now steadily streaming down my face. I turned the corner heading for the road that would lead me to my small apartment, but I got nailed by a very solid force, knocking me to the ground.

“Holy shit I’m so sorry, are you okay?” The man asked, offering a hand to help me up. I ignored him, not even bothering to look at who it was, and just used the wall to my left to help myself up. I muttered a quick “sorry” and tried to walk away, but the man grabbed my arm and spun me around to face him.

“Woah there, you aren’t going anywhere until I make sure you’re okay,” he demanded gently. I just continued to look down at the ground, letting my long y/h/c spill over my face. I felt a rough hand slip under my chin, lifting my head, forcing my gaze to meet his. “Oh shit, did I really make you bleed?”

“I’m not bleeding, am I?” I asked, reaching a hand to my forehead. To my dismay, my fingers came back slick with bright red blood. “Oh shit.”

“I can’t believe I did this to you, and I don’t even know your name, I’m so sorry,” he rambled on, clearly upset by the whole situation. He lifted a hand toward me, but I flinched away, thinking he was about to punish me for making eye contact, but he quickly let his arm drop back to his side.

“Oh uh, sir, it wasn’t you. I had a little incident with the stairs in the lobby, you know how slippery they can be,” I said quickly, throwing in a forced laugh at the end. “I’ll just let you be on your way.”

“Hey, hey, wait. Can’t I even get your name? Or help you get to the medical center?”

“Y/n, and no, I’m just going to take care of this at home,” I told the nice man quickly as I started to walk away.

“Well the name’s Owen Grady, nice to meet you, Y/n!” Owen shouted from behind me as I sped away. I tried not to think about the way my name rolled off his tongue as I walked toward my place.

When I finally reached my apartment, I ran up the stairs, taking two at a time, rushing to tend to my throbbing wounds. I burst through my door and let it slam behind me as I rushed to the bathroom. And I was shocked to see what stared back at me in the mirror.

First off, there was a sizable gash across my forehead, and a thin stream of now dried blood making it’s way down my face. I looked to my eyes which were red and puffy from crying, my mascara was smeared all around my face. One side of my face was red and splotchy from where Hoskins hand connected with my skin. And my lip was surprisingly busted open and bleeding a little, which must have been from biting it so hard. Owen Grady must’ve thought I was fucking psychotic by the look of me right now. I winced at the thought of the handsome, kind man seeing me in this state. I was still breathing rapidly, anxiety setting in from the events that took place in the last thirty minutes. But I finally decided on a hot shower and a cup of tea to help myself calm down.

The hot water rolled down my skin, hot enough that would’ve been painful for me on any other day, but today I needed the warmth. I think my body may have been slightly in shock from the beating, since I couldn’t stop shivering. I pressed the handle all the way to the left, setting the water to as hot as it can go, savoring the steaming water beating onto my skin. I grabbed my bottle of face wash and scrubbed my face until it hurt, making sure all the blood, mascara, and tears were washed away, though it stinged my cut to do so. I then shampooed and conditioned my hair, massaging my scalp which felt marvellous after my hair being yanked. After a few extra minutes of just savoring the water, I finally brought myself to turn off the water, and snap back into reality.

After drying off, brushing my hair, bandaging my forehead, and putting on some comfy clothes, I made my way to my small kitchen. I set my tea kettle on the stove, and waited until the water boiled before pouring it into my favorite mug that held a green tea bag. I grabbed the mug and made my way over to my couch, settling in with my softest blanket. I sighed and took a sip of my still-too-hot tea, savoring the warmth as it filled my stomach. After finishing off the mug, and a second, I decided on going to bed early tonight.

I settled into my cozy mattress, feeling warm and safe surrounded by all my fluffy pillows, causing me to drift off in minutes.

-

I woke up early the next day, I knew that before I even opened my eyes. When I finally brought myself to roll out of bed, I glanced out the window, noticing the sun was just beginning to rise. I grabbed a sporty tank top and shorts, deciding to go for a run to keep my mind distracted from the events of yesterday.

Running has always been something I’ve done when I was stressed or anxious, I think I was subconsciously running away from my problems, but I didn’t care because the exercise was good for me. I ran throughout the park, downtown through the shopping district, and past all the restaurants that weren’t open yet. I then ran deeper into the park, toward the dinosaurs exhibits. There was one in particular that I had always been curious to see, but work has always kept me too occupied to make it over there. I ran toward the raptor paddock, slowing to a jog as I approached it. I noticed a staircase tucked around the corner, and decided to let my curiosity get the best of me. When I reached the metal catwalk at the top, I made my way to the center, to get a better look at the scene below me. I let my arms rest on the metal railing below me, still breathing heavy from the run. I rolled my neck around and stretched out my legs as I watched for the creatures below. I heard a rustling from the trees that sparked my attention, and then I gasped as I watched the beautiful animal emerge. I was completely awestruck at the dinosaur below me, she stared back at me intently, head tilted as she tried to figure out who I was.

“Funny seeing you here,” a voice said from behind me, causing me to jump so badly I almost fell over the railing and into the paddock. A large hand grabbed my waist, in an attempt to keep me from falling to my death, but instead it grazed right over the spot where Hoskins hit me. I inhaled sharply and jumped away from the man’s touch, as a dull pain shot over that spot.

“Sorry, I uh, didn’t mean to intrude or anything, I didn’t think anyone else would be up this early,” I stammered, trying to distract the man from my jumpiness. I glanced up to see the man I ran into yesterday standing in front of me, looking very concerned.

“Ah, don’t worry about it, I was actually surprised to see someone here before me,” Owen replied with a deep chuckle. “But are you sure you’re ok because you ju-”

“I’m fine,” I shot at him, cutting him off before he could ask anymore questions. “I’ll just be on my way then, sorry for disturbing you.”

“Wait, don’t leave! Why haven’t we met before? I thought I knew just about everyone around here,” Owen asked curiously, with a mischievous spark in his hazel eyes. I tore my eyes away from his, figuring I’ve been making eye contact for too long.

“Well I’m relatively new here, I’ve only been here for about three months, I’m Mr. Hoskin’s new assistant.”

“You work for that bastard? Man I’m sorry for you,” Owen laughed dryly. Clearly there was some history between the two men, which made me even more intrigued.

“Oh you don’t even know the half of it,” I responded with a forced laugh as I tried to push the abusive memories out of my head. I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts as I looked back the man in front of me. He was staring at me intensely, like he was trying to figure out all my deepest secrets. I just laughed and shook my head at him, before a sudden yawn overtook my body. I stretched my arms overhead as I yawned, savoring the feeling of my already aching muscles being loosened, but as I felt my tank top ride up I realized my mistake.

I watched Owen’ eyes rake over my stomach, and to my side, where I’m sure he saw the bruise that was beginning to form from yesterday. His eyes shot up to mine as he gave me a furious look. I immediately dropped my arms and backed away and he took a step toward me.

“Um, I have to go,” I said quickly, as I turned and ran for the stairs. I ignored Owen as he called out my name behind me, and I sprinted home. I burst into my apartment, breathing heavily and gulped down a few big breaths as I tried to calm myself down. I walked to the bathroom to figure out exactly what Owen saw.

I lifted my tank top and gasped at what I saw. I didn’t realized that a bruise could set in so fast. On the side of my body was a large bruise spanning from my ribs down to my hips. It was dark purple in the middle, and yellow and red around the edges. It looked like someone took a baseball bat to my torso. I hadn’t even realized that Mr. Hoskins hit me that hard. I could only hope that Owen wouldn’t question me about what he saw.

I quickly dressed for work and scarfed down a piece of toast, before grabbing my bag and heading out the door.

-

I entered my work building, glancing at the watch on my wrist to find out that I was fifteen minutes early. Satisfied with myself, I walked across the granite floor, and to the elevator, but before I reached it I felt a hand wrap around my upper arm. I knew who it was before I even looked at him, and dread filled my stomach as he marched us off to a nearby stairwell. Owen used his access card to open the door, and let it click shut behind us before he whipped around to look at me. I flinched at the rage I saw in his eyes, and let my eyes drop to the floor, waiting for my punishment, but it never came. Instead a gentle hand raised my chin, so that I was forced to meet his eyes.

“Look at me, Y/n. Who did that to you?”

“Look, Owen, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I rambled, hoping he would just let it slide.

“No, don’t give me that shit. I know that someone hurt you, and I want to know who,” he demanded, eyes still filled with hate, which I’m sure I deserved.

“It’s probably just from my little tumble down the stairs from yesterday, but really I’m fine. I am,” I said smoothly, impressed with my ability to lie. But unfortunately Owen saw right through it.

“Was it Hoskins? Because Y/n, I swear to god if it was I’ll kill him, I’ll kill him with my bare fucking hands,” Owen spat at me. I flinched and backed away until I hit the cold wall behind me, tears welling in my eyes. I willed myself not to let them spill, but I couldn’t help it this time. “Oh no, I’m so sorry, I didn’t meant to s-. I’m sorry forget I said that, but Y/n, will you please just talk to me. I’m worried about you, and I can protect you, but I just need you to tell me what’s going on.”

“Why do you even care? You barely know me,” I shot back, through the steady stream of tears that now flowed down my face. I could feel my legs starting to give out from my anxiety, so I walked over to the stairs and took a seat. To my surprise, Owen followed and took a seat next to me. He went to reach for my hand, but I quickly moved it away. I squeezed my eyes shut in embarrassment at my inability to let people show affection, but I’m just so used to Mr. Hoskins hurting me every time he touched me. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do that.”

“Don’t worry about it, but Y/n I know that someone is hurting you. I was in the Navy I know what hand-to-hand combat bruises look like, trust me I’ve had plenty, but it’s not just that. You flinch every time I move toward you, you ran out of this building bawling and bleeding yesterday, and you won’t even look at me. Now I know those aren’t all from falling down the stairs, so do you want to tell me what’s been going on?” Owen explained gently, scanning my face for any reaction to his words. I wanted to prove him wrong by looking into his eyes, but out of habit I just lowered my head and started sobbing. I felt hands brush my shoulders and I refrained from flinching too harshly. He waited a minute, to see if I would tell him off, but I was silent, craving more of his affection. He noticed my consent and wrapped his arms fully around me, they were large enough to engulf most of my small body. I leaned my head against his thick shoulder and let the sobs take over me, savoring his warmth.

A few minutes later once my sobs slowed and I finally got my breathing to calm down I decided to just tell Owen everything. I mean maybe he could protect me, or help me, and if not then I’ll just have to face the consequences. I just hoped Owen wouldn’t be too disgusted by me after all of this was over. I took a deep breath and then sighed, preparing myself for what I was about to share.

“It’s only happened a few times, but this last time was the worst. He can’t help it, he just gets so mad, and really it’s my fault, I’m the one who usually messes up. And plus it’s only usually verbal, it’s only been physical a couple of times, just please don’t say anything to him Owen, I’m begging you,” I spit out, looking away from his face down at our shoes.

“Y/n, look at me,” Owen instructed calmly, and I hesitantly looked up at his face, knowing there would be fury and hatred in his eyes, but what I saw was so much worse. Pity. “Y/n, I’m going to need you to tell me exactly what happened yesterday and who did it, and don’t you dare justify what he’s done to you.”

“Well, I accidentally messed up a food order for the dinosaurs yesterday, so I went and told Mr. Hoskins, but he uh, didn’t take it too well. He um, slapped me across the face, so I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out, which busted it up, but that was my fault. Then he punched my side, which is where the bruise is from. That knocked me into the bookcase, and then the books fell which cut open my forehead, and then the hair pulling, but I guess that’s not really noticeable, so its fine…” I trailed off, noticing my justification. Owen’s eyes snapped toward mine. “Well and Mr. Hoskins doesn’t like when I make eye contact, he says my eyes are too dull to look at him, but I think it’s mostly just a business thing he does.”

With that Owen stood abruptly and stormed out of the exit door behind us without another word, slamming the door after him. Leaving me to start crying all over again. I knew I shouldn’t have told him anything, now he just hates me. And to think I actually liked this guy! But now he’ll never look at me ever again, he’s probably off telling everyone how pathetic I am right now. I knew I would regret it, but I decided to just go home. I was already an hour late after that whole conversation, so there’s no point of even showing up to work, I’ll be punished either way.

-

I was lying in bed, comfy clothes on, crying about the events from the last two days, when I heard a light knock on the door. I froze in place, thinking it might be Mr. Hoskins here to deliver my punishment early, so I pulled the covers over my head and silently prayed he would just leave me alone.

“Y/n! It’s me Owen!”

At the sound of his voice I sat up quickly. I jumped out of bed, stopping at the bathroom on my way to the front door. I cleaned up my face a bit, and threw my messy hair up in a bun, making myself look semi-presentable before cracking the door open.

“What do you want?”

“Jesus Y/n, will you just let me in please. I want to talk to you,” Owen said softly, giving me a pleading look with his eyes. I sighed and unlocked the door, letting him all the way in. I offered tea, but he refused and instead we settled into the couch.

“Look Owen, I’m so-”

“No, don’t you dare start apologizing to me, you have nothing to be sorry about. I’m the one who needs to apologize. I-I shouldn’t have stormed off like that today, especially after you opened up to me like that, I just couldn’t take it,” Owen explained, shaking his head at the ground as he spoke.

“Couldn’t take what?” I asked.

“When I heard about what he did to you, I really thought I might kill him. I needed to get away from that building, away from him, otherwise I didn’t know what I might do,” Owen said, still staring furiously at the ground. Now it was my turn to guide his chin up to look at me. His gaze softened at the gesture and he searched my eyes, like he was looking for something.

“I just don’t understand why you care so much, you barely know me,” I whispered, staring into his eyes for an answer.

“How could I not care? I mean for one, no one deserves to be fucking abused, verbally or physically. Second of all there’s just something about you that intrigues me, something that makes me care, so that’s why I went to the board of directors after I calmed down this afternoon,” Owen said.

“You did what? Holy shit Owen, Mr. Hoskins is going to kill me!”

“I will never let that filthy pig of a man lay another hand on you as long as I live. And damnit Y/n, you have the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen, there’s just a spark in them that I can’t stop staring at,” Owen said fiercely, gazing deep into my eyes. And then suddenly his lips were crashing onto mine. The kiss started out desperate and rushed, but as I melted into him it slowed down, becoming softer and more genuine. I didn’t want it to stop, but he pulled away long enough to say, “The board, they fired him effectively immediately, and he’ll be off the island by tomorrow morning.”

I started crying all over again, but this time out of relief, and happiness. “So he’s really going to be gone? Wait, but what about my job, I’ll have to leave too I suppose.”

“No, no, you’ll be working with me from now on,” Owen told me with a smirk. “My co-raptor trainer.”

I practically jumped onto his lap, engulfing him in an unnecessarily big hug, his large arms wrapping around me, pulling me in tighter. I let go only long enough to kiss him again, this time more passionately, but equally as tender and sweet.

“And listen,” Owen said, pulling out of the kiss, to my disappointment, “I’m here for you always, whenever you need to talk, whenever something happens. I’m not gonna let anything bad happen to you anymore, you’re safe with me.”

I wrapped my arms around Owen, and he hugged me right back, delivered a kiss to my forehead as I settled into the couch beside him. I snuggled up next to him, never leaving his arms, and I decided that this new beginning for me wouldn’t be half bad at all.

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MASTERLIST

DEAN WINCHESTER

Gone

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Moonlight and Magic 

Imagine: Meeting Dean in a Grocery Store 

SAM WINCHESTER

Stand by Me

Part 1 

Part 2 

Imagine: Meeting Sam in a Bookstore

Flat

OWEN GRADY

Fading

Safer with Me

Papercut

Summer Nights

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Fading (Owen Grady x Reader)

This fic takes place during Jurassic World: Fallen Kingdom, right after the team finds Blue and shoots her. CONTAINS SOME SPOILERS

Word Count: about 2,300

Pairing: Owen Grady x Reader

Warnings: swearing, shooting, blood, anxiety/panic

Hi guys I’m back!!! This is my first Owen Grady fic so I’m sorry if it’s horribly awful haha! I hope you guys enjoy :)

“Owen, move,” I screamed at him as I watched the tranq dart leave the gun, aiming straight for his chest. I watched as Zia ran to him as he fell to the earthy ground, as I buck against the men restraining me. I’m finally able to break free of one of their grasps, giving me enough freedom to deliver a swift kick below the other’s belt, setting me free. I start to run to Owen, who is now losing consciousness fast, but before I can reach him I heard a gunshot, stopping me dead in my tracks.

It took me a second before I could register the pain, and once the burning sensation kicked in, I looked down to see the blood running from my thigh. Blood has never bothered me, but the sight of the gaping hole in my leg was enough to cause me to stagger backward, grabbing a tree for support. My hand hit a solid, rough surface, scraping it up as it slid down the trunk, giving me a little support before I hit the ground in a semi-unconscious stupor.

The smell of burning plants is what snapped me out of my unconsciousness. I could tell it was still off in the distance, but close enough to give me a surge of adrenaline that woke me right up. I couldn’t see the lava yet, but I still knew I needed to work fast. I started by taking in my surroundings. I was slumped against a mossy tree, with a sizable fern covering most of my body. About ten feet in front of me was Owen lying completely passed out on a bed of leaves. A throb of pain caused me to remember that I had been shot, bringing my attention to the bleeding wound in front of me. The dark blood was flowing steadily from the uneven hole in my leg. I debated for second whether or not I should try to pull out the bullet, but then I decided against attracting any nearby dinosaurs with my screams of agony. I slipped off my button up shirt, leaving me in a white tank top and khaki shorts, and twisted it up. I then took the twisted shirt and wrapped it around my injured thigh, a couple inches above my wound. I gave myself  half second to brace for the pain before I yanked the makeshift tourniquet as hard as I can. I bit my lip so hard, to keep from screaming, that I could feel the skin break, my mouth filling with the metallic taste of blood. I then tied one knot before grabbing a thick nearby stick and placing it on that knot. I then twisted the tourniquet with the stick, causing me again to cry out in pain. I finished tying it off, making sure it was secure before I tried to stand.

I knew standing would be the hardest part, but I hoped my adrenaline rush was enough to keep at least some of the pain away. I squatted on my good leg, and braced the tree behind me for support, before pushing off the ground and guiding myself up to a stand. I nodded, satisfied with my achievement, before testing out my bad leg. I hesitated for a second before setting that leg on the earth floor, testing it out with a bit of weight. I winced at the sudden ache of pain that shot through my leg, but the sound of exploding rock gave me another surge of energy. I hobbled over to Owen, hoping that he would be semi-conscious by this point, but to my dismay he was still out cold. I assessed how I would try to move him before glancing back at the woods behind us. I could now see the slight orange glow in the distance, which sped up my decision making process significantly. I decided on dragging him by his legs, thinking that would be my easiest way to move this giant of a man. I bent over, grabbing each of Owens legs, trying to ignore the increasing throbs of pain shooting through my leg and now lower back. I started to pull him across the dirt and grass, following the tire tracks out of the woods.

I watched as Owens head bounced along the jungle floor, flinching whenever he hit a rock or stick. I had made it about 1,000 feet at this point, fast enough for me to forget about the lava as this point, but not fast enough for me to get us out of here before I go under again. I could feel the edges of my vision start to blur, ignoring the black dots beginning to float around the jungle scene in front of me. As I was continuing to pull Owen I felt a light twitch in his leg, causing hope to shoot through me, reenergizing me all over again.

“The hell... Y/n? What’s going on?” I heard from the ground behind me. I stopped dead in my tracks, practically throwing Owens legs on the mossy floor beneath us.

“Owen?” I whipped around to see the raptor trainer half sitting up, testing out his regained strength in his fingers and hands. “Owen, oh my god you’re awake!”

“Yeah, but what exactly are you doing. And what the hell happened to your leg?” Owen frowned as his eyes swept over my figure in front of him. I barely heard him though, my focus more on keeping my mind from shutting down completely. I stumbled backwards, my hands reaching for a tree to support me, but only finding leafy plants and ferns.

“Hey, hey, hey, Y/n! Stay with me now,” I think I heard Owen say in the background, but I couldn’t tell for sure as my vision slowly slipped away and my legs finally gave out, causing me to collapse to the muddy jungle floor.

 -

A screeching roar caused me to jolt awake. I was still groggy and now quite confused as I looked around. It took me a moment to realize I was in Owen’s thick arms, one wrapped under my legs and the other around my upper back, pressing me close into his toned chest. Close enough where I could smell his scent; earthy from laying on the ground, yet also quite masculine like leather and wood.

I snapped out of my trance to finish taking in  the rest of my surroundings, we were running in an open field, I saw Claire and Franklin running ahead of us, and I think I knew what followed behind us too. I dared to peek over Owen’s shoulder, he glanced down and flashed me a concerned look before sending his attention back ahead of us, what I saw behind us scared me down to my core. All sorts of dinosaurs stomped behind us, followed by an erupting volcano and lava creeping in. Ash danced and floated throughout the air around us, lightly dusting Owen’s head and shoulders.

 Owen came to a sudden stop in front of a gyrosphere, gently placing me on the ground, careful of my injured leg. Before I could turn and say anything, he was picking me back up and throwing me into the glass ball, shoving Claire and Franklin in behind me.

“Owen, let’s go!” I shouted at him, gesturing him to hurry in, but before he could make any movements I felt the ground shake aggressively. I turned around to see a Carnotaurus approaching us and my stomach dropped as I looked back at Owen, who was now staring at me with panic and desperation in his eyes. Before the monster could attack Owen, it ran off to fight another dinosaur, causing us both to sigh in relief. The feeling of relief was short lived as a hit to the glass sphere from a T-rex's tail caused the door to close, sealing us off from Owen. We made eye contact again as I screamed his name, but another hit to the ball sent us rolling off. Between the anxiety of leaving Owen behind, and the pain from my leg setting in, I could feel myself fading. But the sudden descent off the cliff woke me right up. Claire, Franklin, and I all looked at each other, screaming as loud as we could as we hit the water with a thud.

“Ok, ok, don’t panic, we’re going to be fine,” Claire said through rapid breaths. But as the words left her mouth, water started to leak in, pooling around our feet. Franklin started screaming again as a rock hit us from above, causing sea water to rush in. Claire and I both frantically started looking for a way out. I took off a shoe, pounding it against the glass, but it was no use. As the water seeped into my wound I let out a cry of pain, doubling over and clutching the hole in my leg. Claire and Franklin both looked at me concerned.

“Did you get shot?” Franklin screamed, “Oh my god you’re gonna die, we’re gonna die!”

“Franklin! Calm down! We’re gonna be fine,” I shouted, reassuring myself as well, but as we all gulped down the last of the oxygen I really started to panic. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a figure approaching and my panic was changed to hope as I saw Owen swimming toward us. But I started to give up hope once again as his bullets failed to break the glass enough to release us. Owen came back and took out a pocket knife which helped pop the glass door off. My lungs were starting to burn, and the edges of my vision were touched with black. I pushed Claire and Franklin out, and fought my unconsciousness as we swam for the surface.

“Owen,” I mumbled weakly as we broke the surface, coughing up water and sucking down air. Though the fresh oxygen wasn’t enough to keep me awake as I gave into the darkness, drifting back down into the water.

 -

“Y/n! Y/n!” Owen whispered at me, shaking my shoulders fiercely. My eyes fluttered open, taking in my change of surroundings. I was laying on the floor in some sort of tented area. Zia, Claire, and Franklin stood around a table with Blue strapped down, and Owen kneeled before me, staring at me intensely.

“Owen?” I rasped out, my throat thick with smoke and salt water. “W-what happened? Where are we?”

“Oh thank god you’re awake,” Owen breathed out, grabbing the side of my face with a calloused hand, the other one pressing gauze on my thigh. “I thought I lost you for a second there.”

A flash of white hot pain shot through my leg, up my back, and into my head. My muscles tensed up and my back arched in pain as I let out a cry.

Owen’s hand pressed me back down to the ground, and then went to stroke my hair soothingly as he said, “Zia it’s not looking good over here, we need to hurry it up.”

“Well it’s not looking good up here either, Owen, so you’re going to have to make a decision here,” she shot back.

Owen glanced up at the hemorrhaging Blue, and then back down at my pale, sweaty face. “Save Y/n, she’s always the priority,” he said with a ferocity that sent shivers down my spine. I would have been more touched if it weren’t for my increasing pain.

“Franklin, come put pressure on this wound, and Claire bring me my bag,” Zia instructed as she came to join Owen and me on the floor. She took a look at my leg, assessing the wound. I tried to ignore her wince as she examined.

“That bad?” I said with a shaky laugh, through my shallow breaths. She ignored me and started to go to work.

“Ok, this is gonna hurt. Here put this in your mouth,” Zia told me as she shoved my bloody shirt into my mouth. I braced for the pain, and Owen wrapped a comforting hand around the back of my neck, letting the other wrap around my hand. I then felt cold metal dig into my wound, causing me to scream as it moved around. I thrashed and screamed into the shirt as Owen moved to push my shoulders back onto the ground. My breathing was rapid and fast as I felt the bullet slide out of my leg. I then felt a needle press into my skin, hopefully filling my blood with some sort of pain medication.

“Hey! Look at me, look at me,” Owen said calmly, pulling my attention to his face. I took my focus away from the pain filling my body, and looked into his eyes. His hazel eyes danced around my face, filled with concern for me. I reached a hand up to the side of his face, and pulled him toward me. The minute his lips connected with my own, I could feel the tension leave my body. His lips were soft and gentle on mine, making the kiss very tender and sweet. My hands ran through his sweaty hair, and our lips disconnected as I let my hand drop to the floor.

“I needed that,” I breathed out, still staring into his now glowing eyes.

“Me too,” he said with a smile, and I could practically hear Claire roll her eyes behind us. I didn’t care though, my pain meds were setting in, and Owen settled in next to me, re-positioning me so he was perpendicular to me. He placed my head in his lap, and leaned back against the canvas wall as he looked down at me once again. My head was feeling fuzzy as I was letting sleep wash over my body. Owen leaned down and placed one last passionate kiss against my lips, and I felt my body relax, and my eyes droop. He let an arm fall over my waist protectively, and let the other tangle into my messy hair. I then drifted off, feeling safe and warm in Owen’s arms.

#owen grady #owen grady x reader #jurassic world #jurassic world fallen kingdom #owen grady fanfiction #owen grady fic #claire dearing #fanfic #jurassic world fanfiction

[jurassicwinchesters]

Moonlight and Magic

Word Count: 3,794

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: violence, witchcraft

The moon casts a bright, silver light over the garden as I carefully pick a handful of leaves from the leafy plant. After plucking several of the soft leaves, I take one last glance around the garden to make sure there’s no other herbs I’ll need. The garden is one of my proudest accomplishments. It’s in the small backyard of my even smaller house. My peeling white fence encloses the small space filled with various herbs and plants. Fairy lights decorate the edges of the fence, and doorway above my backdoor. My neighbor’s large dogwood tree intrudes my backyard, hanging over the far end of my garden, brimming with white flowers that spill all over my sweet, little garden. Surrounding the border of the fence and concrete patio are many, many pots filled with different herbs for my practice. From flowering hawthorn to lush basil to delicate caraway, each plant is equally important in protection against the supernatural. 

I take one last appreciative glance at my compact garden, and head back inside, with a fistful of hawthorn for my client.

“Almost ready?”

“Yes Ms. Bandel, I’m just finishing the mix, then you can be on your way,” I reply to the sweet, but impatient old lady. Many of my clients around this area are old ladies looking for protection against the stories they’ve heard about the things that go bump in the night. Down here in Georgia, folktales and legends are commonly passed down through generations, so the people that are smart enough to believe the stories come to me for protection. Ever since her heroic militant husband passed, Ms. Bandel became one of my best customers, she says since Roger isn’t around to protect her anymore, she needs some way to look out for herself.

I bring the fistful of hawthorn I just plucked to my grinding bowl. I toss the leaves in the bowl along with the beady aspen seeds, plump blackthorn berries, and prickly holly. I grab my stone pestle and mash up the mixture, carefully but efficiently, all while listening to Ms. Bendel blab on about what her knitting group is working on. When the herbs have been grinded into a sticky paste, I transfer it into a small condiment container for Ms. Bendel.

“Here ya go ma’am. Just apply this paste as three small dots above your right eyebrow before you go to bed, it’ll be sure to protect you against the vampires you heard about,” I gently explain to my elderly client.

“Yes, yes, thank you sweetie. You really are so gifted, just like your auntie was.”

I flinch at the mention of my recently deceased aunt, feeling a surge of emotions rise up. I push it to the back of my mind as I lead Ms. Bendel through my very cluttered house, and out my creaky door.

As I walk back toward my kitchen to clean up, my thoughts keep going to my aunt. She died about three months ago, and I’ve taken over her practice as an herbal witch since then. My dad was never in my life, and my mom died a quick, painful death of lung cancer when I was only two. My aunt raised me, against my mom’s dying wishes. My mom was pretty uptight, living a more “lavish and expensive” lifestyle than my aunt ever did. Basically my mom was a rich, entitled woman who spent her summers at the country club and winters skiing in Aspen whereas my aunt lived in the small house I currently live in, growing herbs and practicing witchcraft. It’s safe to say their lifestyle rift caused a minor disliking between the two sisters. Somehow after my mom passed, I still got sent to live with my aunt Marley. Since a very young age I was homeschooled and taught the ins and outs of herbal witchcraft. Most kids grow up learning about the mitosis and the civil war and how to solve algebraic equations. I grew up learning which herbs protect against which creatures, and how to keep plants alive and growing in the cool Georgia winters. It was more of an untraditional upbringing, but I’m happy with it nonetheless.

After my aunt’s passing, things haven’t been the same. I’ve been lonely and sad and every day I’m constantly aching for her to come back. I feel like the other half of me was lost, and I can’t stop looking, and waiting for it to come back. Every night I wake up sweaty and confused as I try to drag myself from the horrible nightmares forcing me to relive Marley’s death. I’ve dealt with them every night since she died, an endless, vicious cycle of struggling to fall asleep, suffering through the terrible dream, then waking up horribly scared and unaware of my surroundings. After three months, I’m still waiting for them to get better.

Once I finish up cleaning and putting away the tools I used for my clients of the day, I head to my bedroom. I slip out of my sundress, and into pajamas, and head to the bathroom. After washing my face, and brushing my teeth, I finally slip into bed. I sink into my mattress, and pull my covers all the way up to my chin, trying to settle into a more comfortable position. I start the painstakingly long process of falling asleep, thinking about my clients from the day. As I’m reviewing all the serums, powders, and herbal pastes I made today, I start to slip into a light, uneasy sleep.

-

I hear the familiar chanting of the incantation start, faintly at first, but I know it will get only get louder and louder. Then I hear the first scream. I’m sitting at our small table, tucked into the nook of the kitchen, sipping on tea with a book in my hands.

“Marley? What’s wrong?” I yell out, concerned for my aunt. I stand up from the table and start to cautiously look for her. I already know what’s going to happen next, but my body keeps taking me through the motions.

I creep down our narrow hallway, the old wood floors creaking beneath my feet. The chanting from outside has become louder now, filling my head with the foreign language, temporarily distracting me from what I’m about to see. I hear my aunts ragged breathing and gasping breath from her bedroom. I burst into her room and see the familiar scene unfolding before me. Marley lying on the ground in the corner of the bedroom, breathing heavy, clutching her bleeding stomach. Ruby red blood spilling from her abdomen, then all over my hands as I shakily try to help her.

“Marley! No!” I scream through my terror.

“Get out! You have to go Y/n! They’ll come for you too!” Marley rasps out, trying with all her dying might. The incantation is now being shouted, the strange words making the setting even more eerie.

“I c-can’t leave you. I love you, please don’t leave me,” I breathe out, barely more than a whisper as I see the light quickly leaving my aunt’s eyes. She reaches up to cup my face, giving me one last look of admiration, before the last of the brightness leeches out of her emerald eyes. Suddenly the chanting stops, and before my sobbing starts I’m pulled from the nightmare.

I sit up with a gasp, blinking my surroundings into existence. I immediately feel a surge of my dinner rising up, I run to the bathroom before I can even remember where I am. I sink onto the cool tile flooring, barely making it to the toilet before I empty the contents of my stomach into the bowl. Over and over again, my stomach heaving and heaving. There are tears streaming down my face, and I feel my anxiety quickly rising. Once my stomach has been emptied I sink back against the wall, focusing on the coolness of the floor. My mind is still groggy, but I can start to identify where I am. This is how it goes every night: fall into a light sleep, being forced to relive my aunt’s death, then being ripped out of the dream to find myself throwing up in the bathroom.

After giving myself a little more time to recover, I decide I won’t be able to fall back asleep. I get up and shower, and start my day at the lovely hour of five in the morning. After getting dressed, I wander over to my kitchen to make breakfast. I whip up some toast with eggs and a big cup of ginger tea.

As I’m sitting and enjoying my tea and a book about the benefits of basil I hear hands pounding at my door. I glance at the clock skeptically, it’s six-thirty. I quickly grab a small kitchen knife for protection, and pad lightly to the door and glance through the tiny hole in the door to see who my visitor may be.

Two men stand on my concrete doorstep. One unnaturally tall with long locks, the other shorter, but more traditionally handsome with emerald eyes and soft, pink lips. I immediately get a queasy, butterfly feeling in the pit of my stomach as I see him. Deciding they look trustworthy enough, I unlock my many locks, and peer around the white door.

“Uh, how can I help you boys?” I ask cautiously, nervously.

“Are you Y/n?” The tall one asks uneasily. “I’m sorry we’re here this early, I hope we didn’t wake you, but we need your help.”

“Oh, uh sure, come on in,” I say, opening the door to let the strangers in. I apologize for the clutter of plants and books, and lead them to my kitchen nook.

“Have a seat,” I explain, gesturing to the table, “Can I get you boys anything? Tea? Coffee?”

“No thanks,” the handsome one says with a smirk. I feel heat start to creep up my neck into my cheeks, so I quickly turn away and busy myself.

“So, uh, what brings you guys here?” I ask, finally sliding into a chair across from the two of them.

“Well, we need your help with a case we’re working on, we’re hunters,” the big one explains. I immediately tense up at the mention of hunters. Technically as a witch I’m supernatural, or at least involved in supernatural practice, so hunters should be hunting me.

“I’m not so sure I can help you, I don’t typically work for your type,” I explain anxiously.

“No, no you can,” the cute one explains, “Look, Y/n, we know you’re a witch, and we know you have a small practice. We also know you’re one of the good ones, and we really need your help.”

“Ok well maybe, just tell me what you need help with first. And names, what are your names?”

“I’m Dean, and this is my brother Sam,” Dean explains, and I instantly jump out of my chair. These are the Winchesters, and that realization sends a chill down to my bones.

“You need to leave. Now,” I say sternly, ushering the boys out of their chairs.

“Wait, wait, what’s happening?”

“I can’t be seen helping you two. Hunters are bad enough, but the Winchesters, if I helped you two that would practically be a death wish!” I exclaim, as I steer the boys out of my kitchen and to the front door.

“Why? Y/n we can help you! We can protect you from whatever is making you so jumpy! We’re hunters, just let us help,” Dean says, giving me a look that nearly makes me melt into the floor. I consider it, the risk of helping the Winchesters. I already have a huge target on my back because of my practice. A supernatural being helping protect humans against other supernatural beings, especially witches. There are many covens, high covens, hunting me for what I do. If these covens ever heard even a rumor of me helping the Winchesters, I’d be dead in no time. But at the same time they may be able to help me. The Winchesters may be able to protect me as they said, and they could help me avenge my aunt.

“Fine. I’ll help you guys, but there are some conditions. First, I can’t meet with you guys here, there’s too many watchful eyes around this area, plus I’ll have to take some precautions before I meet with you again. Second, you need to uphold your part of the bargain by protecting me, and I need your help with something,” I finally say after my careful consideration. I watch excitement spark in Dean’s eyes, and relief in Sam’s.

“Thank you, thank you so much Y/n. This means so much to us,” Sam gratefully says.

“So I need to know what exactly I can do for you boys, so I can do it and then bring it to you in another location,” I explain.

“Well, we’re on a case involving a small coven of witches, only about two or three we think. We just need help locating them, we’ve been tracking them for weeks and we know they’re around this area, but we can’t pinpoint their location. Do you have anything that could help us?”

“Well locating people is actually kind of tricky. I don’t have much experience in the spell side of witchcraft, but I’ll look through the books and see if there’s something I can do. But there is a bigger risk for me working on a case of witches…” I say quietly. Partly because I’m embarrassed about my lack of skill when it comes to spells, and partly because I’m concerned for the case. As an herbal witch I typically just work with herbs and plants, and I can take small amounts of natural energy from the plants to do minor spells. Going against a coven is dangerous because I’m not nearly as powerful as dark magic witches, I don’t mess with the devil and demons, too creepy for me. “I’ll give you guys a call if I figure something out, then we can meet somewhere where I’ll be able to help you.”

After getting their numbers, and walking them out the door I finally let out a big sigh and take a seat in my favorite reading chair. I searched through my stacks of books and finally found an ancient looking spell book that should be able to help me.

-

It’s been about two weeks since I started working with the Winchesters. Since then, not much has happened. I’ve meet with the boys only a couple times, taking the necessary measures before doing so. Marley taught me at a very young age to mask myself, a simple blend of herbs and a short incantation that will keep me hidden from any witches or magic within a ten mile radius. Every time I went to meet the Winchesters, I used the spell, just in case.

In the last two weeks I’ve also learned a location spell. I started by reading up for hours and hours on one particular spell involving a map. Then I started to practice, first locating myself, then the Winchesters, until I knew it was perfect. Now today is finally time to locate the coven, hopefully.

The boys and I will meet at a predetermined location, our towns botanical garden. We chose this place because surrounded by plants puts me at my most powerful. Once we’re there, I’ll perform the spell, hopefully locating the coven. From there, Sam and Dean will proceed to that location, and kill the coven. Then from there we’ll work on avenging my aunt’s death.

In a small backpack I pack a small amount of herbs that will help give me strength and power, my spellbook, a map of the county, and a knife just in case. Then I throw on some grey jeans, a white shirt, a green army jacket, and boots. I throw my long hair in a braid to keep it out of the way. I grab my keys and double check I have everything I need in my backpack, then head out.

When I get to the garden Sam and Dean are already waiting. We decided to meet in the rose garden because they are linked to strength and protection.

“Hey boys, ready?” I say with a confident smile. Dean throws back a smirk that makes me blush, and Sam just nods his head. “Let’s get started then.”

I grab my herbs and place the leaves of hydrilla, maral root, and bay in a wide circle around an empty patch of dirt in the garden. I then apply a swipe of balm of gilead above both my eyebrows and down my neck for extra strength. The boys stare at me wide eyed whilst I do all this, but I ignore them and focus on what I’m about to do.

“Ok, it’s time now,” I say more to myself than the boys. I take one reassuring breath, and enter the circle of leaves. Then I kneel down and spread the map before me. I close my eyes and place my hands on the map and start my incantation. “Salva me locate, locate adiuva me, suscipe me in locis ubicumque habitant. Sequuntur versus me et eripe me de Coven.”

As I continue the incantation, the wind around us starts to blow, rustling the flowers surrounding me, but my circle of leaves stays put, grounding me. I dig deep inside of me, down to the well of power and I tug at the power, urging it to be released. I feel the power travel up through myself, until it travels down my arms, down to my hands on the map. A faint flow spreads beneath my hands as the map starts to heat up, shrinking around the edges, narrowing down the location. Right before I feel my energy deplete the fire suddenly stops, leaving a circle containing the location of the coven.

“Woah,” Dean breathes out under his breath. “Did it work?”

“Yeah, I think so,” I say shakily, feeling weak from the spell. I grab the small section of the map left, and let out a gasp. “I know this neighborhood, it’s only a few blocks from here.”

“Great, all the easier for us then,” Dean chuckles. He then walks over to me, offering me a hand to help me up. I hesitate for a moment, looking into his sparkling, forest green eyes. I snap out of the trance he always seems to put on me, and take his hand. A shiver goes through my body as our hands meet, and I look away as I feel the heat creep into my face.

“Oh, well uh I better get going then. Um good luck with the witches,” I mumble as I snatch my belongings, and speed off to my car.

As I drive home I can’t help but think about how much of an embarrassment I am. Why can’t I just act normal around Dean? Why does he cast such a spell on me? It’s so frustrating, I’m usually so confident with guys, but there’s just something about Dean that makes me so shy and nervous. I’m still thinking about Dean as I pull into my driveway and stroll into my house. I wander over to the kitchen and fill my watering can with water and sea urchin powder, the secret to keeping plants growing in the brisk winter months. As I’m in my garden, watering my plants, my mind drifts back to Dean’s chestnut hair and plump lips. These silly thoughts keep me from noticing the woman holding the knife until it’s at my neck.

“You silly child, you silly, ignorant child. Didn’t your dear old aunt teach you better. Well too late now, since we killed her,” the woman says sharply from behind me, keeping the cool blade pressed against my neck.

My heart sinks with the realizations coming to me. First, I’m about to die. Second, the coven Sam and Dean was hunting wasn’t a small little coven, but one of the most powerful covens in history. The coven that killed my aunt, and that’s about to kill me. And the coven leader, Circe, is the one holding a blade to my throat.

“H-how did you find me, I- the spell, I used the invisibility spell,” I stammer, still in shock. The coven leader now shoves me through my back door and into my house, pressing the dagger harder into my neck with each step. As we enter the house, a scene I was not expecting unfolds before me.

Sam and Dean stand in my doorway, guns held high pointing toward the two other witches standing in my kitchen.

“Y/n! You bitch, let her go,” Dean shouts, whipping his gun toward the woman behind me.

“Dean no! Stop, she’s too powerful, you can’t do anything,” I explain defeatedly. Sam and Dean look at me confused, and I just silently shake my head.

“Finally, the first smart thing that’s ever come out of your mouth,” Circe says with a scoff. “There are two ways this can go down; Y/n comes willingly with us, and we kill Sam and Dean quickly, or the three of you attempt to put up a fight, and we kill you slowly, then take Y/n.”

“The second way!” Dean yells. My heart sinks at the thought of losing Sam or Dean, and panic starts to creep in.

“No! Listen Circe, I’ll go with you, just please don’t hurt them, I’m begging you,” I plead, tears starting to fall.

“Do you think I’m a fool you impish child? Let these hunters go just so they can track my coven down and kill us, though they sure did have trouble finding us the first time,” Circe says triumphantly.

Before I can respond, the first shot is fired, hitting one of the lesser witches, Jadis, in the thigh. She lets out a scream and while Circe is temporarily distracted, I whirl out of her hold on me, knocking the silver dagger out of her hand. Sam and Dean take this opportunity to fire again, but before they can hit anyone they’re thrown against my living room wall by an invisible force. Circe then pins them against the wall, keeping them in place. I try to run at Circe with the knife, but with a simple flick of the wrist the dagger shoots out of my grip.

“What a sad, sad attempt at saving Y/n. I expected more, especially from the Winchesters. Well too bad I can’t stay for the fun, but Y/n and I have places to be,” Circe articulates, every word making my heart sink further and further into my chest.

“Stop, stop! We’ll do anything, just let her go!” Sam shouts furiously, normally I would be touched by the attempt to save me, but all I can think about is Dean’s slow death at the hands of this coven. I start bawling, distracting me from the words Circe is now chanting. Then the pain sets in. I let out a scream of agony as every nerve in my head starts on fire. I can faintly hear Sam and Dean yelling in the background as I fall to the ground in pain, my head slamming against my wood floor. My whole head is white-hot with a searing pain. The edges of my vision start to go black, but none of that matters. The pain is all I can feel, consuming my entire body. I pray and pray for death, hoping something will stop this torture.

“STOP! STOP! SOMEONE HELP ME!” I scream through the searing pain, “SAM, DEAN HEL-” My sentence is cut short as I slip away into a sweet, sweet darkness.

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[jurassicwinchesters]

Stand By Me Part 3??????

I left part two pretty open-ended and I was wondering if y'all would want a part three or no?? Or would you rather have me move on and write other imagines and series with different pairings??Leave a comment or dm and let me know!!

#stand by me #spn fanfic

[jurassicwinchesters]

Stand By Me Pt. 2

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: anxiety, depression, violence, fighting

Word Count: 6,083

Tags: @deanilostmyshoe @super-not-naturall @sammy-salamander @ducksorclowns

Here is Part One if you haven’t read it yet! 

This one is a little slower, so I’m a little nervous to hear what y’all think of it. Hopefully you guys like it!! 

There is an eerie silence, and not just because I’m in the middle of nowhere. There has been an eerie silence for the past two days, since Sam died. It’s like my life has gone quiet, my days no longer filled with laughter and teasing, my nights no longer filled with snoring floating down the hall of the bunker, even my body, my mind has gone silent. Ever since Sam died, a light has gone out, he was my light, and now darkness surrounds me.

The sound of gravel crunching beneath my boots fills my ears; the air has a chill to it, from the autumn wind; it’s pitch black, and even the moon and stars decided not to make an appearance tonight, like they knew what was about to happen.

I don’t bother spraying a devil’s trap for when the crossroads demon appears. I light the ingredients in the metal bowl on fire, bringing some light to the area. I say the incantation that will lure the demon here, and then I wait.

“We’ve been expecting you, Y/n,” a voice declares from behind me. I spin around to see a man standing there. He is short and bald, with skin as dark as the night around us, and eyes as black as the empty night sky.

“I’m sure you have. And I’m sure you know what I’m here to do,” I reply flatly, not bothering to beat around the bush. He knows what I want, and he knows the price I’ll pay for it.

“Yes, I do. You want Sam back, alive, but you know there’s a price to pay.”

“There always is. What do you want? I’m assuming my soul,” I respond. I came here knowing what the demon would ask for, so I’m prepared for what he says.

“Yes. I’ll give you six months to live before the hellhounds come for it ,” he replies boredly, like he already knew how this conversation would go.

“Fine, deal. Now let’s seal it and be done,” I murmur, not looking forward to sharing a kiss with a demon. He walks over to me, and places a gentle kiss on my lips.

“There, it’s done. I’ll be back to collect your soul in six months, Y/n. Unless we run into each other before then,” the demon promises with a smile, then he’s gone before I even blink. I turn back to the trail, and make my way back to the road where the Impala waits for me.

Dean will never notice that I took his car, for the past two days he’s spent his time filling himself to the brim with liquor. I haven’t seen him without a bottle in his hand, even when he’s passed out. When he gets mad he smashes his bottle, with a heap of other items like chairs and dishes, then he makes his way back to the liquor credenza, and grabs another bottle. It’s an endless cycle filled with rage and grief. I have my own ways of dealing with my grief, including selling my soul. Soon, Sam will make his way back to the bunker and help Dean out of his drunken state, but by that time I’ll already be gone.

I don’t plan on spending these last six months of my life with the Winchesters, I actually plan on being as far away from them as possible. I already lost Sam once, I don’t want to lose him again, even if it’s me that’s dying this time. I also don’t want to spend my last six months on this earth watching Sam and Gina be happy together, I’m done watching them together. Over the next half a year, I’m going to be knee deep in blood and monsters, I’m going hunting.

I speed down the highway, pushing the Impala to it’s highest speeds. I don’t care if I get pulled over, I don’t care if I crash, I don’t care if I die. Sam is back, but nothing will ever be the same. I’m trying to get back to the bunker to get my stuff out before Sam gets back, I think I have about an hour to do so. The crossroads isn’t far from the bunker, so I make it back in no time, especially at my speed. I quickly make my way to my room, hoping I can get out of here as soon as possible. When I enter my room, I don’t feel the same joy and comfort that I used to. Now it all looks as dull as everything else around me. I grab my duffle from under my bed, throw all my clothes it in, which is a surprising amount for a hunter, then pack my favorite books inside, and my toiletries. I grab one pillow and a spare blanket for nights I may have to sleep in my car, then I’m on my way.

On my way out I take one last look at Dean, who is blacked out on the couch. I’m going to miss him, he’s always been the brother I never had. But, I don’t have time for goodbyes, or feelings like that, I have to move on. I quickly make my way up the stairs and head out the door of the bunker. When I get outside, I realize I can’t take the Impala if Sam is coming back. I settle for the only other car parked outside. It’s a black 2016 Ford Taurus. It’s not the Impala, but it’ll do. Also, it’s Gina’s car.

Gina’s way of grieving Sam is much different than mine and Dean’s. She has spent the past two days laying in Sam’s bed, unmoving. I tried to talk to her, but she wouldn’t talk. I tried giving her food, but she wouldn’t eat. She’s depressed, and I don’t know what will happen to her when Sam comes back. And quite frankly, I don’t really care.

I pick the lock of her car door, and once I hop inside, I hotwire it until I hear the engine start. Then, I’m on my way. I won’t need her car for long, I’ll drive it until it runs out of gas, then I’ll find a new car to steal, or maybe I’ll buy a new one. I’m only around for six more months, why not make my time interesting.

After about four hours of driving, her car is finally out of gas. I pull over at the nearest gas station and head in for some snacks. I grab a bottle of water, some licorice, gum, and a bag of jerky. After checking out, I scope out the cars in the parking lot, and take my pick, though there aren’t many choices. I settle on a red 2015 Toyota Corolla. It’s ugly, but it’ll do until I get to Georgia. I’m currently in Missouri, I crossed the border about a half hour ago. I’m slowly making my way down to Florida. I chose Florida for two reasons. One, I’ve never been there, and two, I’ve heard the state is crawling with demons. I want to hunt, I want to get my hands dirty, and most of all, I want to kill some sons of bitches.

After an entire day of driving, stopping for gas, and stopping to eat, I finally arrive in Georgia. Tonight, I’m staying in a grimy hotel in north Atlanta. I walk into the motel to find the usual tacky wallpaper, itchy comforters, and stained carpet. I throw my bag on the desk, and climb into the bed, exhausted from all the driving and traffic. Just as I’m starting to drift off, my phone rings.

“Hello,” I say after answering, too tired to look at who’s calling.

“Y/N? Where are you? What’s going on?” Oh no. It’s Sam. Why didn’t I look at who was calling. Is it easier for me to hang up now, or tell him I’m leaving?

“Hey, Sam. Listen, I had to leave for personal reasons, and I’m not coming back. It’s easier for me and for you two if I do this. Please don’t come looking for me,” I reply quickly, trying to make this unexpected conversation as fast as possible.

“Y-you left? But why? Are you ok?” Sam mumbles, obviously hurt by what I said. This is why I wanted to avoid this conversation, I can’t hurt him, not again.

“Yes, Sam. Now please don’t look for me, or call this number,” I snap. I need to keep emotions out of this, this is strictly business.

“Well… If that’s what you want Y/n, then ok. Be safe,” he responds, then hangs up.  I can’t help the silent tears that slide down my face. I love Sam, I’m in love with Sam. I didn’t want to have to talk to him at all, I knew it would be harder for both of us. The feeling churning in my stomach right now… It’s making me sick. I’m heartbroken, that’s what it is. I’m guilty for leaving them like this, I’m sad it had to be like this, I’m scared for what’s coming in six months, and I’m heartbroken. I have to leave the man I love behind, and I had to leave us with such a rough conversation. But, that’s in the past now, I need to move on. The time for feelings is over, I just have to push them away. So, I lay back down, and fall asleep with the feeling of warm, salty tears sliding down my face, dripping onto my flimsy motel pillow.

-

I wake up at sunrise, and decide to get going, hoping to arrive in Florida by the afternoon. When I step outside of the motel, my breath was taken away.

It’s the prettiest sunrise I’ve ever seen. Orange and yellow mix and layer around the sun, melting together perfectly. Pink touches the sky above the sun, blending perfectly with the other colors. The morning light reflects beautifully off the soaring skyscrapers that make up Atlanta, making the whole scene very serene. This is what the city looks like as it wakes up from the night, this is the peaceful side of the city that everyone misses. Sam would’ve loved to see this… But I can’t think about him anymore. So I hop in my car, and continue on my way.

It takes me another full day of driving, but I arrive to a little motel across from the beach in Bradenton. It’s only three in the afternoon, so I decide to start tracking some demons. I take a quick, steamy shower, blow dry my hair, and throw on my grey FBI suit. I drive to a nearby bar for some food, and hopefully some information.

“Hey there, how can I help ya?”

“I’ll take an ice water, and a burger,” I reply, sliding into my seat at the bar. I get a little panicky and nervous sitting at a bar again, because it takes me back to the night Sam died, but I shake it off. I know this is different, Sam’s alive again, and he’s far, far away from here. For now.

The bartender comes back with my drink, and the best-looking burger I’ve seen in ages.

“Thank you, sir,” I say.

“No problem. I have to ask, what brings a businesswoman in here at this time of day?”

“Oh, I’m actually not in business, I’m in the FBI,” I reply, with a quick flash of my badge. “Speaking of that, have you heard anything about the woman who killed her husband and son?”

“Oh, well I heard the story, but haven’t heard any details. I do know someone that may be able to help you. That man over there,” the old bartender says, pointing to a man at the end of the bar, “He’s been here, with a drink in his hand every day from the minute I open this bar, to when it closes. I think he had some relation to the family, talk to him. If you can.”

I thank the kind bartender, finish my juicy burger, then prepare to talk to the man. He looks like he’s in his late 50s, his hair is gray, peppered with white, and so is his beard. He’s wearing a flannel and dirty light-wash jeans. The man’s face is lined with wrinkles and worry-lines, a sure sign he’s been through some stuff in his lifetime.

“Hello sir. I’m Agent Clemens with the FBI, I’d like to ask you a few questions about the recent murder, if that’s ok,” I explain, hoping he’ll help me. I need to find these demons as fast as possible.

“I already talked to the FBI,” he shoots back, his words laced with a heavy southern accent.

“I know, but those were just routine questions. I have some other questions. I’m not like the other agents, I’m more… More interested in some of the unnatural things you may have notice from the murder, if you get what I mean,” I respond, hoping he’ll get what I’m trying to say. He turns and stares at me, for a good thirty seconds, before speaking.

“The woman, who murdered her family, she’s my daughter,” he explains, “I know she didn’t do it ma’am. My daughter was the kindest little girl you’d ever meet, she has been her whole life, and then one day… Boom! She just murders her family? No, no I don’t believe she did it for a second, my little Abby would never do such a thing. Oh! Can you help me? Can you prove she didn’t do it?”

I take in everything he just told me. It adds up to demonic possession, but I will have to go to the house, just to make sure there’s signs of demons.

“I’ll try my best, sir. I’m going down to the crime scene, to see if anything is out of place. Thank you very much for the information you gave me, I know it must be hard to talk about,” I tell him softly. He nods, and then slams the rest of his drink. I leave a tip for the bartender, who is helping a man who just walked in the door, and then head over to the house.

When I pull up, there are several cars parked outside the house. The house is a normal looking house for this area. Small, painted in a bright color, the paint chipping significantly, and brown, dry grass in the lawn. I walk up to the door, and head inside.

“Oh, I didn’t know there was anyone else coming. Who are you?”

“I’m Agent Clemens, with the FBI,” I tell the police officer, flashing my badge, “I was sent here to investigate the murder of the family. Though, I don’t have any files or real information yet. The hospitality down south is not all it’s cracked up to be…”

“Oh, I’m so sorry Agent. I’m Officer Gomez, I’m the head of the police department here in Bradenton. I’ll have my men send a file to you right away. Where are you staying?”

“Over at Motel 5,” I reply flatly. I need to play my part of the bored FBI agent as best I can. “So, what’s going on here?”

“Well, I’m sure you know that Abigail Brown murdered her husband, Michael Brown, and six year old son, Devon Brown. She stabbed them both multiple times with a kitchen knife, she then stabbed herself. Right now, we’re just taking another look at the furniture and crime scene to make sure nothing looks out of place or unusual. Feel free to take a look around,” Officer Gomez explains. He seems like a nice man. Probably in his late 30s, he has cropped black hair, and deeply tanned skin. He wanders off to talk to another policeman so I take a look around. I examine windowsills, rugs, and any crevices that might have sulfur in them. I don’t find anything. It’s getting late, so I head back to the motel.

Once I arrive back at the motel, I decide to take a shower before heading to bed. I walk into the dirty bathroom, and turn on the shower, setting it as hot as it goes. I strip off the business suit I was wearing, and hop in.

The steaming water burns my skin at first, but eventually I get used to it. There is no worse pain I’ll ever feel than when I lost Sam. He’s back now, but something is still off. I feel like he’s still gone. Nothing will ever be the same. I let the hot water wet my head, then I shampoo my hair with the cheap motel shampoo that smells like fake lavender. I lather my hair until it’s foamy, then let the water rinse it away. My mind keeps drifting to all the events of the past few days. Sam dying, Dean going to his dark place, me selling my soul, then me running away from the Winchesters. Maybe I’m a coward for leaving them. Maybe we could’ve found a way around the deal. Either way, it’s too late now, I can only focus on the present.

After I condition and rinse my hair, I turn off the shower, and step out. I grab the small white towel that’s provided, and dry off my freshly washed skin. I comb my hair, and then make my way to my bed, where I pass out with Sam on my mind.

-

It has now been a week since I arrived in Florida and started this case. I have made very little progress, and I’m very frustrated. There has been no physical signs of demons around the crime scene, but what people have been telling me points right to demons. I’ve decided to take a break today, so I start off the day by walking to one of the local diners.

“Hello ma’am, I’m Judy, how can I help ya?” A sweet old lady says as I walk through the door, bell ringing when it opened.

“I’ll take a table for one please,” I respond. As she leads me to a table, I take a look around. Same old diner scene. Dirty, stained floors, beat up booths lining the big windows, sweet old ladies waitressing, just like they did in their glory days. I admire diners like this, they have a way of taking you back in time, to much simpler times.

“Here ya go, a table for now. Now sweetie, what can I get ya to drink this morning?” I flinch when she says sweetie, it reminds me of Brent, and the night Sam died.

“Oh, uh, sorry… I’ll just take a black coffee please,” I reply, embarrassed that I’m so flustered.

“Sure thing, sugar,” Judy responds, clearly sensing my discomfort at the nickname. I just shake it off, and take a look at the menu. As I’m reading over the breakfast meals, I hear the bell ring, indicating another customer has arrived.

“Hey there, I’ll be with y’all in just a moment,” I hear Judy say.

“Here ya go, miss. I’ll be back in just a sec for your order,” Judy explains, setting a sizable mug of steaming coffee in front of me. She then leaves to help the new customers.

“Right this way boys, here’s a perfect table for y’all. Should be plenty of leg space for the big fella,” Judy tells them with a laugh. Her description of them sounds a little familiar to me, too familiar. Two men, one clearly with long legs. What am I thinking? Sam isn’t the only tall person in this world! I silently scold myself for being so paranoid, and return to sipping my fresh coffee.

“So, what can I get y’all to drink?”

“We’ll both take black coffees please,” one of the men orders, and at the sound of that voice, my heart stops.

This is not happening. How is this possible? Why are they here? In Florida of all places! I can only hope and pray that I go unnoticed.

“Okay honey, what would ya like to order?” Judy asks as she returns to my table.

“Um, I’ll take the ham and cheese omelet, hash browns on the side please,” I whisper.

“Sorry, I didn’t quite get that, can ya speak a little louder honey. I’m hard of hearing,” Judy replies with a laugh. I’m afraid if I speak too loud, Sam and Dean will hear me.

“I’ll take the ham and cheese omelet, hash browns on the side, please,” I repeat, barely any louder.

“Alright, I’ll get that right out to ya, darling,” Judy responds with a smile, grabbing my menu as she goes. I then hear Sam and Dean order. Sam healthy toast and fruit, and Dean bacon and eggs with an extra side of bacon. Since the diner is relatively empty, my meal comes out shortly after I ordered.

“Here ya go, sugar. Enjoy,” Judy says, setting down a steaming plate of food. The meal actually looks delicious. A large omelet, filled with ham, cheese oozing out both ends. A side of perfectly cooked hash browns sits neatly next to it, a pad of butter sliding down off, melting from the steamy side. It’s a good-looking plate of food, but I’m so sick to my stomach I can’t eat, especially when I hear the next conversation.

“Hey, Judy! Can you point me to the john please?”

“Sure thing sweetheart, it’s all the way to the back, in the right corner,” Judy replies to Dean. The back right corner is right past my table. Now I know I’m in trouble.

I try to shrink into my seat, hiding myself from Dean. I let my hair fall over my face, and I duck down, forcing myself to eat my food. To my surprise, he walks right past me, without even looking at me. Maybe I’ll go unnoticed after all. I continue to keep my head down until he walks by again to his table. I see the bathroom door swing open, and Dean walks back to his table. I guess I did manage to go unnoticed. Some small part of me hoped I wouldn’t. I push that thought to the back of my mind, and return to my food. Some of my appetite has finally returned.

“All done, honey?”

“Yes, thank you, Judy,” I respond as Judy takes away my dishes. She returns shortly after with my bill. After paying and tipping her generously, I get ready to head out the door. I peek over my booth to confirm Sam and Dean have left. Once I’ve made sure they’re gone, I thank Judy one last time, and head out the door. I walk down the sidewalk, heading back for the motel. It’s a nice day outside, the warm Florida sun warmi-

My thought is interrupted when someone pops out from the alley in between the diner and the post office, and snatches me into it.

“What the he-,” I start, but then I recognize who snatched me. “Dean? Sam? Um, what are you two doing in Florida? How did you find me?”

“Well obviously we saw you the minute we walked in that diner. And more like what are YOU doing in Florida, Y/n?” Dean asks furiously. “What, you think you can just sell your soul, and then run away from us?”

My breathing hitches as he spits out those words at me. They know. Of course they know who am I kidding.

“Look, I just didn’t want you guys to be mad, and well… I just didn’t want to have to deal with leaving you guys…” I say quietly. I can’t even look them in the eyes when I speak.

“Y/n, come on,” Dean says, softer this time, “We could’ve helped you. We still can help you. How much time did they give you anyway?”

“Six months.” I reply flatly.

“Wait, what? They only gave you six months?” Sam cuts in, finally deciding to say something.

“Yes, and I’ve had my peace with it. You should too because there’s nothing any of us can do about it now,” I snap. “Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like to get back to my case.”

“Actually, it’s our case now. We checked in with the police department last night. Your partners Agent Mack and Agent Johnson checked in to help you crack this case,” Dean tells me smugly.

“Are you kidding? You guys are not working this case with me. End of discussion. Now I’m leaving, have a nice life you two,” I spit at them, turning away to leave. As I start to walk away, Sam grabs my arm and spins me back around.

“You can’t leave, Y/n. Look,” Sam starts, looking at me with his puppy dog eyes, “I will never be able to thank you enough for what you did for me, I’m eternally grateful. But you’re also family Y/n, you can’t just leave us without saying goodbye. Please, I’m begging you, just let us work this one last case with you. After that, you’re on your own, we’ll leave you alone.”

I consider his offer for a moment before saying, “Fine. But just this one case, then I’m gone.”

“Fine, deal,” Sam responds, and just like that, I’m hunting with the Winchesters once again.

-

The three of us meet back at my motel room to go over what we know, and do some research if we need it. We sit around the small, circular dining table that is in most motels. There are case files spread all over the table, papers and pictures spilling out onto the oak table. All three of us are in casual flannel and jeans, opting for being comfy while we work. This feels just like the old days, where life was much simpler. We would find a case, roadtrip to the town, do some research, then gank the monsters. But, unfortunately, those days are behind us.

“Ok, why don’t you two go over what you’ve got so far,” I tell them, not expecting it to be much since they only got into town last night.

“We’ve gone over the police files and read all of their notes, and looked at the pictures of the crime scenes. Last night, we stopped in a bar and ended talking to Abigail’s father and he basically described possession. So, after that we drove over to both the crime scenes, and took a look around. At the Brown house we did find sulfur, confirming it’s demons. We found nothing at the Chavez house,” Sam explains, while reading over Abigail’s file again.

“Wait… What do you mean there’s two crime scenes?” I ask. The policemen at the station never mentioned two crime scenes, and neither did the folder they sent to me.

“Well there’s the Brown house where Abigail stabbed her husband and son, and there’s the Chavez house where she stabbed herself,” Sam tells me, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“What? I was never informed of this! We need to go to the Brown house right away, I need to check it out,” I exclaim. It only makes sense for me to take a look at both scenes, to get the full picture, even if Sam and Dean have already seen both.

“Fine, grab your things, and we’ll go,” Dean says reluctantly. We all grab our coats, and weapons, like always. Then, we pile into the Impala, and head to the Brown house.

We pull up to a house very similar to the Chavez house. It has the same tacky, peeling paint, dirty windows, and crunchy lawn. We walk to the door, and Dean has to end up picking the lock to get us in. Probably because it’s ten at night. The day really got away from us after we left the alley as we went out for lunch to talk about the past week and a half, even though that was the last thing I wanted to do. Then we went back to my motel, and went over the case information, and now we’re here.

“Ok, Y/n, just go in and take a quick look around, then we’re out of here,” Dean whispers.

“Yeah, yeah, I got it,” I reply in a hushed voice. We don’t want to wake the neighbors, and we can only hope they don’t see our flashlights.

“Hey, the family was killed in the kitchen,” Sam tells me, pointing toward the small kitchen, “Why don’t you start there.”

I give him a quick nod of understanding, then creep over there. The kitchen is small, and almost everything in it is painted bright yellow. The fridge is covered with pictures of their family, Devon’s sports pictures, and Devon’s school work. There are plants spread out throughout the kitchen, including on top of the fridge, in the corner, on the table, and on the island counter. It makes it feel sort of tropical in here, which makes sense given we’re in Florida. It looks like a totally normal kitchen, until you look at the back corner. There is yellow police tape closing off the area. Inside the tape is a large butcher knife, still stained with blood, along with many blood stains that someone tried to scrub away. I do a sweep of the kitchen, after investigating the knife and blood, and I find sulfur on the windowsill, and in the corner by the plant. So, it is for sure demons then, just like I thought. While I’m looking at the sulfur, I heard a loud noise and a small shout from the living room. Oh boy, what did those two break now… I walk into the living room, getting ready to scold them, but right as I enter I find a knife to my throat instead.

“Well, well, well, look who decided to join the party,” Officer Gomez says, while holding a knife to my throat.

“Officer Gomez? What are you doing here?” I ask, confused, “Why are yo-... No! They got to you too…” It takes me a minute but I finally get it. The demons got to him, and now he’s going to try to kill us. Great.

“Wow, the stupid bitch finally gets it. Impressive considering you never figured out about this crime scene,” Officer Gomez laughs, clearly enjoying this. “We sent you one of the case files, but not the rest, knowing these two would come find you eventually. Then we sat back while you struggled to find evidence we were here, until these two arrived. Then we gave them all the case files, and waited for them to bring you here. Isn’t it a good plan?”

I look over to Sam and Dean who are being held back by two other officers, who are also both possessed. All of a sudden something hits me hard. The way this one demon speaks, like he knows everything already… Like he knows how this conversation was going to go down. No… It can’t be. I look at him, at those black eyes, and I have a bad feeling I’m right.

“Ding! The lightbulb goes off. You finally realized it’s me again!” Gomez exlcaims cheerily. Now I know I’m in trouble.

“Y/n, what’s going on?” Sam asks, receiving a yank of his long hair in return for speaking.

“This is the demon I sold my soul to… And know he’s going to take it,” I reply quietly.

“That’s not possible, you said he gave you six months,” Dean yells out, ignoring the jab in the back he gets in return.

“Ah, actually I told her I’ll collect in six months, OR the next time I see her. Which happens to be, right now! She was too depressed and stupid to even notice when I added that part into our deal,” the demon explains. In this moment, I’m completely helpless. I’m about to die, and there’s nothing I can do about it. Until I hear the first punch thrown.

Sam spun out of the demon’s grip on him, punching one in the jaw, and kicking the other in the gut, before getting his knife out. Dean then proceeds to headbutts the one who is still standing. Then they’re in a hand-to-hand fight.

“Don’t even try, you stupid bitch,” Gomez whispers in my ear, pressing the knife further into my neck. He then uses his demonic power to fling Sam into the china hutch, and Dean into a family portrait hanging on the wall. Sam is now unconscious, but Dean tries to get back up, but Gomez has him pinned against the wall where he’s sitting.

“Your time has come, Y/n. We can do this the easy way, or the hard way you chose. And before you ask, the easy way is you come with me and I toss you to the hellhounds then. The hard way is I bring the hellhounds here, and they get to chase you around for a little while, before they kill you. The choice is yours,” Gomez explains with a sadistic grin.

“Hard way,” Dean rasps out from where he’s sitting.

“Shut up,” Gomez yells at him, now putting pressure on his throat, choking him, so he can no longer speak.

“The hard way. I want to do it the hard way,” I tell Gomez, going with what Dean said. Maybe he has a plan, and can help me get out of this.

“Fine, suit yourself,” Gomez says. Then with a snap of his fingers, him and his demons are gone, and are replaced with growling from outside the house.

“Come on, Y/n, we need to get you out of here,” Dean says, rushing over to me.

“Wait, Dean. Maybe I should just let them have me. There gonna get me eventually, so why run from them,” I explain quietly. What’s the point of running if they’re gonna catch up with me.

“Y/n, don’t be stupid, let’s get you upstairs,” Dean says, trying to pull me upstairs, but I stand my ground. Sam is now up, and trying to get off the ground, and over to us.

“I’m sorry, Dean,” I tell him, pulling him into a hug, “I have to do it this way.” I then walked over to Sam, who is trying to stand up.

“I’m sorry it has to end like this Sam,” I say, looking into to his confused, hazel eyes.

“What are you talking about?” He asks. The hellhounds outside give an impatient bark in response.

“I have to go, it’s easier this way,” I tell him. We both look out the window, to the dark land outside, and then to the moon, the only light out there. I pull Sam into a hug.

“Promise me one thing,” Sam says, while hugging me tightly.

“What’s that?” I ask, tears now threatening to spill.

“Don’t be afraid,” he says with a forced smile. I pull out of our hug just enough to be able to look at his face.

“As long as you promise me one thing,” I reply.

“What’s that?” He asks.

“Stand by me,” I tell him, looking deeply into his beautiful hazel eyes, moon reflecting in them. He pulls me into another long hug.

“Always,” he whispers in my ear, and now my tears are falling. I pull away, and look at his face one last time, wishing I didn’t have to do what was about to happen. I turn and look at Dean one last time, and give him my bravest smile. He gives me a nod in return, and then I turn to go outside. I slowly walk to the door, and head outside, fear and nerves churning in my stomach. I hear a growl, and then they come. The hellhounds pounce on me, tearing at my skin as they knock me down. I scream in pain as my head hits the ground with a sickening crack, then I scream some more as the hellhounds rip at my skin, tearing into my flesh. Every nerve in my body is on fire, and there is a white-hot, searing pain throughout every inch of skin that covers me. But I’m not afraid. I look up to the moon, and endure the pain, unafraid, until it’s too much, and my vision starts to fade. And as I’m dying, I think of Sam, and how I’m not afraid, as long as he’s standing by me.

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Part Two!!!!!

Stand By Me part two is already in the making, I’ll hopefully have it done in the next couple days!! Here is the link to Part One is you have’t already read it!

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Stand By Me Pt. 1

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: swearing, violence, drinking, fighting

Word Count: 5,228

This series has been a long time in the making, so I hope y’all enjoy it!!

It wasn’t slow and over time, like the movies say, when I realized I was in love. It all hit me in one moment. It wasn’t a big, special moment, when I realized, it was at seven in the morning, during our morning coffee.

He had just rolled out of bed, his hair sticking out in every possible angle, his clothes still wrinkly from the night of sleep, his eyes still heavy and sleepy.

“‘Morning, Y/n,” he mumbled as he walked into the kitchen of the bunker.

“Good morning,” I replied with a smile. He shot me a lazy grin as he shuffled over to the coffee pot. He poured his coffee, the dark liquid steaming in the cup, and then took his place at the kitchen table. He opened the local newspaper, looking for possible cases, as he cautiously sipped on his hot coffee. It was in that exact moment I realized I was in love with that man. Sleepy eyes scanning the paper, hair ruffled and messy. He looked up at me, hazel eyes meeting mine, giving me another sleepy half-smile. It was in that moment, I knew I was in love with him, in love with Sam Winchester.

The memory of realizing I’m in love with Sam is a great one, at first. After Sam finished his first cup of coffee, he stood up for a refill. He walked over to the pot, and as he was pouring his coffee,  he turned to me. His eyes finally not so sleepy, ran over me. Of course I didn’t look good. My hair was thrown up in a bun, I was tired from lack of sleep, and I was in an oversized sweatshirt and shorts. I blushed under his gaze, and as he opened his mouth to speak, a visitor wrapped their arms around him. That visitor being his girlfriend…

“Good morning,” she said sweetly to Sam.

“Good morning, baby,” Sam replied as he turned to her, leaning down to brush a soft kiss on her lips. I watched from my seat at the kitchen table, trying to box my jealousy away with a heap of other emotions about the couple. When the two first became a couple, I wanted nothing more than for them to break up. But now… Now I just want Sam to be happy, and if that means him being with Gina, then I’m ok with it.

I snap out of the memory with a jolt as Dean slams a large stack of books on the table.

“Easy Dean, books aren’t indestructible you know,” Sam says, protecting the bunker’s archive of books.

“I know you nerd, I’m just frustrated.”

“We are all, and we’re all stressed too, but it shouldn’t be much longer until we have a plan,” Sam explains while scanning the book in front of him. It’s something about monsters and Halloween. Halloween is in only three days, and we have to make a plan to protect the area surrounding Cold Oak, which is said to be one of the most haunted towns in the country.

“Hey guys, I might have something here,” I say, looking up from the newspaper I’ve been scanning.

“Finally,” Dean says with a sigh.

“This article says something about a girl who went missing after being at a new club,” I say scanning over the article.

“So what, hot chicks go missing from clubs all the time, there’s old creeps everywhere,” Dean says contradicting me.

“I know, I know, but I just feel like there’s something off about this. I mean the club just opened up and oh look! The club is just north of Cold Oak in a town called Benton, which is a little fishing town filled with lakes.  I mean that has to mean something, it’s just before Halloween, near Cold Oak, let’s just check it out,” I explain, hoping the boys will agree to check it out.

“Fine, we’ll check it out. But, if you’re wrong, you buy us a round,” Dean replied.

“Alright, deal.”

“ Well then, we should go pack our things, we have a nine hour drive ahead of us,” Dean sighed, gathering up his books.

“I should probably go talk to Gina, tell her about the trip,” Sam explained.

“Yeah, well I should go pack too I guess,” I said, rounding up the newspapers and books.

“We leave in an hour,” Dean yells from the hall. I follow him down the hall and head into my room.

My room is basically my pride and joy. Living in the bunker with two boys gets exhausting, so I made my room my escape. My large, plush, queen-sized bed is centered against the wall opposite of my door. Two dark wood nightstands are on both sides of the bed, and a matching dresser is across from the bed. A decent sized desk is in the corner of the far wall, with a very full bookshelf to the right of it. My walls are light gray, and my sheets are matching, topped with a white comforter, and army green throw pillows and throw blanket to add some color. The boys always give me crap for going all out in my room, but I think it looks nice.

I grab my duffle bag and throw some flannels, long sleeve shirts, and jeans in it. After packing clothes, and toiletries, I move on to the fun part, the weapons. I first go to my weapon of choice, my set of silver daggers. There’s something so satisfying about throwing a nice dagger. I then throw in my pistol and some salt and holy water in, even though the Impala is stocked with all the essentials. I check the time and realize it’s probably time to go.

When I get out to the Impala, Dean is packing the trunk, and Sam is saying goodbye to Gina. I throw my bag in the trunk, and hop into the back seat.

“Let’s go, lovebirds,” Dean calls out from the driver’s seat. Sam shoots Dean a dirty look and turns back to Gina. He leans down for a goodbye kiss, her long hair spilling down her back as she reaches up to  return the kiss. She is a beautiful woman. Her black, glossy hair nearly reaches her waist, her plump lips are perfectly pink, and her upturned eyes are a deep brown. All her features blend together perfectly, her and Sam make a nice couple together.

Sam finally breaks away from Gina, and he enters the passenger seat, slamming the door behind him.

“The troops are all here, let’s go gang,” Dean says, pulling away from the bunker.

Most of the drive is rainy and dark, and also really boring. Dean is jamming to some classic rock like usual, Sam has a flashlight and map out trying to give Dean directions over the loud music, and I’m stuck in the back, trying to formulate a plan for the next couple days. When we check out the club, and nothing is suspicious, then we can just head over to Cold Oak and stay in that area until Halloween has passed, to make sure nothing fishy is going on. But if something is up with the club, then we’ll have to take care of that matter first, and still try to get to Cold Oak by Halloween. It’ll be tricky to do both, but we’ll manage. As I continue to stress about our time the smooth driving of the Impala, the blare of the music, and the darkness outside make the perfect combination to put me right to sleep.

I don’t know how much time has passed when I wake up to a large hand on my shoulder, shaking me out of my sleep.

“We’re here, darling,” Dean says with a grin. I shake myself out of my sleepiness and take in my surroundings. The usual grimey hotel, with a too bright sign and a line of doors leading to filthy rooms.

“I’ll grab us a room, you two can grab our bags,” Dean says to Sam and me as I hop out of the car.

“Did you have a nice nap?” Sam teases with a smile. I laugh and playfully punch his arm.

“It was great actually, thanks for asking,” I shoot back as I grab my bag out of the trunk.

“Well, you didn’t miss much. The drive was just boring corn fields and farms for the most part, plus it was rainy the whole way,” Sam explains while grabbing his and Dean’s bags.

“Wow, how exciting,” I say sarcastically, heading over to the room Dean just entered. I throw our bags onto a bed with tacky, floral bedding.

“I call not sleeping on the couch,” I declared, before I got stuck on the small couch.

“Me too!” Dean replies, leaving Sam glancing sadly at the tiny couch. His huge frame, and long limbs won’t come close to fitting on the old thing, but oh well.

“Fine,” Sam sighs, “I get stuck on the couch again, like always.”

I laugh and climb onto my bed, trying my best to get comfortable with the flat pillow, and scratchy comforter.

“Don’t bother trying to get comfy, we’ve got a club to go to,” Dean says, grabbing the keys.

“Dean, it’s two in the morning,” Sam argues.

“Exactly, it’s the prime clubbing hour,” Dean says as he walks out the door. Sam and I just look at each other and sigh as we follow him out the door.

The drive was short and sweet, the club was just ten minutes north of our hotel. We pull up to a packed parking lot, glaring lights shooting out from the roof, and music so loud we can hear it from the car.

“Well, here we go I guess,” Sam mumbles as we approach the doors of the club. The bouncer let us inside, and the three of us enter a wild scene.   

The club is dark, but bright strobe lights ignite the bar and dance floor. The dance floor is densely packed with young adults, drunkenly dancing the night away. Dean looks around, eyes devouring the pretty girls in short dresses. Sam is looking around wide-eyed, like this is the last place he wants to be. I am all business, I just want to investigate so we can decide if this is a case or not.

“I’ll start by interviewing, uh, that girl,” Dean says, selecting a blonde with long hair and a short dress.

“I guess I’ll look for any clues, like sulfur, cold spots, etc,” Sam shouted over the blaring music. That left me to go talk to the bartender. He’s a normal-looking young guy. Dark hair, blue eyes, chatting up the customers in hope for better tips.

“What can I get for you, miss?”

“Uh, I’ll just take a water please,” I reply, deciding it’s best if I don’t drink.

“Oh come on, it’s Saturday night, live a little,” the bartender says with a charming smile, “I’ll even give you your first drink on the house.”      

“Ok, fine,” I say, it’s easier if I just go along with him. A minute later he sets a very orange looking drink in front of me.

“It’s called a hurricane,” he tells me with a laugh.

“Oh yes, I’m very familiar,” I reply. This drink takes me back to my 21 birthday party. A hurricane is a mix of vodka, gin, rum, amaretto, orange liqueur, different juices, and it only leads to bad decisions. But since I’m going along with the bartender, I cautiously sip my drink anyway.

“Isn’t it good?”

“Oh yes, definitely,” I reply. The bartender helps a few other customers, before returning to where I’m sitting.

“So, tell me about yourself,” he says.

“I mean there’s not much to tell… My name is Y/n, I come from a really small town in Minnesota, and I travel a lot for work, which is how I wound up here.”

“Nice to meet you, Y/n. I’m Josh,” he replies. We then dive into a long conversation about our lives growing up, and school and college. Before I know it, I’m two and a half hurricanes in, and I’m pretty drunk.

“Ya kno what, Josh, y-you’re the bes man ever. Y-you wouldn’t jus abandon me for y-your stupid Asian girlfriend. Righ?” I slur to him. All this talk of Sam makes me think of those dreamy hazel eyes. He’s exactly what I want in a man. Gentle, caring, intelligent, and don’t even get me started on his looks. Those pink lips, hazel eyes, long hair that I just want to run my hands through… All of a sudden Josh’s voice snaps me out of my thoughts.

“Of course not,” Josh says with a reassuring smile. “It looks like you’ve had enough to drink, let’s get you a cab, and get you home.”

“No, no, I came here wif my friends, bu I don’t see them. Huh, maybe they wen home,” I utter, looking around and not seeing either Winchester through my drunken haze.

“Yeah, yeah, we’ll just take you to a cab then, there’s one waiting outside already,” Josh tells me. He supports me with one arm, while guiding me out to the front of the club. But once we get out there, I don’t see a cab anywhere.

“Heyyy, where the cab,” I exclaim to Josh.

“Oh, right. It’s uh, just around the corner. Come now,” Josh says, guiding me toward the back of the building. Just before we turned the corner, a familiar voice calls out.

“Hey, Y/n, there you are!” I turn to see Sam and Dean walking toward Josh and me.

“Heyyy, those are me friends,” I slur to Josh. My vision is now starting to go black at edges.

“We’ve been looking everywhere for you Y/n. Come on, we’ll take you home now,” Sam says, trying to guide me away from Josh.

“Oh, I was just taking her to a cab. You two just go home, don’t worry about Y/n. I will get her home safely,” Josh protests. For some reason he really wants me to go to a cab, but I just can’t think of why.

“No, that’s ok buddy, she’s with us, we’ll take her off your hands,” Dean says while forcefully grabbing my arm, and yanking me out of Josh’s grip.

“Well all right then. Just a warning, she ordered one too many hurricanes, so good luck with her,” Josh says informing Sam and Dean of the night I’ve had. The boys don’t reply as we walk to the Impala. I try to keep up with their fast pace, but I keep stumbling and tripping.

“Come on, darling,” Dean says as he helps me into the back seat of the Impala, “Just don’t throw up in my baby.”

“Why would I throw up? I’m not even d-drunk,” I giggle. The only response I get is a laugh out of Dean, and a sigh from Sam. Why doesn’t Sam love me? I think about confronting  him about that when we pull into the motel parking lot. I guess I’ll talk to him later.

“Come on, Y/n, let’s get you some water and in bed,” Dean says, guiding me into our room.

After downing a glass of water, throwing on my comfiest sweatshirt, and snuggling into my not-so-comfy bed, I finally have time to think about my night. Why did Josh want to take me to a cab so badly? Why did he lie about me ordering drinks? As I’m pondering these questions, I start to drift off into a deep sleep.

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I slowly come out of my slumber, tired eyes blinking out of sleep. Buttery rays of morning sunshine bleed into the room, through the crack in the curtains, spilling down the wall. I roll over, turning to the nightstand to check the time. It’s only seven-thirty. Dean is wearing the same clothes he was last night, asleep on top of his bed. I glance to the couch, the blanket Sam used is folded neatly next to his pillow. He must be out for a run, or getting coffee. I decide to get up and try to find him, but the second I sit up, my hangover hits me.

It’s like I’m honestly, truly dying. My head is pounding with the force of a thousand horses, I feel like I’m about to throw up my entire stomach, and the morning sunshine is a million times too bright. I groan, and push through the pain, and get up anyway. I throw on a pair of jeans, and head out the door. I start to head down the sidewalk, when I hear a familiar voice.

“Y/n?”

“Hey Sam, what are you doing out here?” I say to Sam who’s sitting on the sidewalk with only a bottle of water.

“I just got done with my run. I didn’t think you’d be up for hours,” Sam replies with a laugh.

“Ha, ha, very funny,” I say sarcastically with an eye roll.

“Not gonna lie, you were pretty hammered last night. You’re lucky you made it to your bed before you passed out,” Sam teased, hazel eyes meeting mine as he gestures for me to take a seat, “Come, sit.”

“There’s a couple things I was thinking about, from last night,” I start, after sitting down next to the younger Winchester.

“Like what?”

“Well, the bartender, Josh, really wanted to take me to a cab. But when we got outside there was no cab… Also he told you two that I ordered too many drinks, but he was the one who kept putting them in front of me, I never ordered one,” I tell Sam while thinking of possible explanations to the weird night.

“Yeah, Dean and I were talking about that last night. I think we should go back tonight to further investigate,” Sam explains. All I could focus on while he spoke were his soft lips, and the morning light shining onto his brown locks, the light reflecting in his eyes, making them look more green this morning. I snap out of it and manage to come up with a response.

“Y-yeah, that sounds, uh, good,” I mumble.

“Are you ok, Y/n?”

“Uh, yeah I’m good. Just a little sick after last night,” I respond.

“I’m sure,” Sam replies with a laugh, “Let’s go get some food and coffee into you.”

Sam and I head back into the motel room, after picking up some coffee and donuts. We walk in to find Dean awake, and fresh out of the shower. We talk to him about our plan for the night, and how we think it’s best to go back to the club tonight. We then spend the morning, and most of the afternoon prepping for the night, going over our plan, and packing weapons and other important tools for the night. Then, we got dressed and ready and headed out for the night.

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When the three of us arrived at the club later that night, it was the same scene as last night. Blaring music, so loud you can barely hear the person next to you talking. A stuffy smell from the mix of sweat and alcohol. Different color strobe lights dancing and flashing in all directions. We all split up and took our places.

“Hey, you’re back,” Josh says as I take an all too familiar seat at the bar.

“Yes! Last night was a good time, so I decided I have to come back for more,” I reply, trying to spark his interest.

“What is your drink of choice for this fine evening? Another hurricane?”

“No, I’m thinking simpler tonight. A martini will do just fine,” I answer. Josh then goes to work mixing up the cocktail for me, before setting the drink in front of me.

“Enjoy,” he says with a rather creepy smile. He then returns to his bartending duties, and while he does that I take my first action of the plan. I quickly dump the clear drink into a nearby plant, and replace it with water before Josh comes back. I finish my last sip of the “cocktail” just as he arrives.

“Done already? I’ll make you another,” the bartender says. Thirty minutes later, and three “martinis” in and I begin my next phase of the plan, acting drunk.

“Ya kno Josh, I jus really like you. You’re such a good bartener, you make yummy drinks,” I slur to him.

“I know, I know. Hey, did you come here with friends again?”

“No, this time I lef ‘em at home, they’re too un-fun,” I giggle. Hopefully he will buy my act, and try to take me to a cab again just like last night.

“Let me help you get home, you may have had a little too much to drink again,” Josh tells me with a fake smile.

“Okie dokie,” I say with my best drunk smile. Josh then comes around from the bar, and begins to lead me away, but not out the front club doors. He starts to lead me to the back of the club, into a different room. This is not part of our plan. I start to get nervous as we walk through a set of double doors to a room in the back of the nightclub, and before I have time to assess my surroundings, everything goes black.

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The pounding in my head is like nothing I’ve felt before. It’s deeper than the usual headache or migraine, and more sharp. My vision comes back in patches, in a flutter of blinking and blur I see a group of men standing around. In the next patch I notice a warehouse type building I’m in. Finally, my vision is fully coming back.

“Well, well, well… Someone’s finally awake I see,” says a tall blonde man that I don’t recognize, “Good morning, Y/n.”

“Who the hell are you? Where am I?” I know they’ll never answer my questions, but I can’t help but blurt them out anyway.

“Well sweetie,” I cringe at the nickname, “My name is Brent Barlow and we are in the warehouse of the club. Any other questions?”

“Why am I tied up? What do you want with me?”

“Well, now we’re getting to the good stuff. You’re tied up so you can’t hurt us, because you’re obviously a hunter. We did strip you of your weapons by the way. What we want with you… That’s what we’re debating about now.”

“What do you mean?”

“We basically have three options: hold you as a hostage until your hunter friends come to find you, use you as our little plaything, or we could eat you.”

“Hey boss,” a dark-haired man calls out, “Why not all three?”

“That’s not a bad idea. Since you came up with it Jakob, you can get the first bite,” Brent says with a wink. I try to contain my fear, not only for my life, but for Sam and Dean’s too, but it’s not working too well.

“How do you know if I even have hunter friends coming?” I ask, trying to buy Sam and Dean some time.

“Well sweetie, we saw the tall one sniffing around the club last night for demon trails, and we saw them tonight setting up all sorts of traps for us. Hah, silly humans, we Encanto have been around for thousands of years, we’re smarter than that.”

Encanto are originally from the Phillipines, but they eventually migrated here. They’re a monster who are disguised as normal, rather attractive-looking men. Encanto typically live around large bodies of water like oceans or big lakes, and they prey on humans, usually women. Our original plan was to use me as bait and have Josh lead me to the “cab” and then have Sam and Dean waiting to capture him and make him lead us to their nest. Then we’d wipe them all out, and move on to Cold Oak for Halloween, which is now only a day and a half away.

“While we’re waiting boys, let’s have some fun with our new toy, before we taste her,” Brent says with a hungry smile. I start to sweat and trying even harder to break my zip-ties, but they’re too strong. The men circle in around my chair, and Brent approaches, his hand finding a spot on my thigh. Right as he starts to move it upward, he gets interrupted.

“Boss, I think they’re here,” a fine-looking brunette says from by the door.

“Sorry for the interruption, Y/n. Don’t worry though, we’ll be back for our playtime in no time at all,” Brent informs me, I say a silent prayer that Sam and Dean make it out of here safely.

I flinch at the first hit I hear. I don’t know who was hit, where they were hit, or how hard. My mind immediately goes to Sam… I need him to be ok, I know he will be ok. He is a very skilled hunter, so is Dean, this is nothing for them. But for some reason I can’t shake this bad feeling in my stomach.

“Sam, go find her,” Dean grunts, clearly in pain. I then hear more hitting, yelling, and gunshots. A silver bullet through the brain is what is needed to kill these monsters.

“You’re not going anywhere, sweetie,” an all too familiar voice whispers in my ear. Brent then wraps his arms around my body, and starts dragging me, chair and all, to the back of the warehouse.

“Y/n! Where are you Y/n?” I hear Sam yelling, I hope he doesn’t find me, Brent is different than the others. He is their leader, their “Boss,” I just have a bad feeling about him.

“If you say anything, I’ll stab you in the stomach, and while you slowly bleed out, you’ll watch me carve up your little friend,” Brent threatens. I can tell he’s  getting nervous, and I am too, so I do something that may end very badly. I yell.

“Sam! I’m back here, Sam!” I scream with all my strength. That’s when Brent plunges his dagger right into my thigh. I scream from the intense, sharp pain. All the nerves in my leg are on fire, pain shooting up my leg, making the pounding in my head even worse. Tears silently slide down my face, and I bite my lip to keep from screaming again.

“Grace, there you are,” Sam says in relief as he rounds the corner and finally finds me. I look at him, eyes wide with a mix of shock, fear, and relief. Hair disheveled and wet with sweat, and probably blood too. He has a small cut, probably from a punch, above his right eyebrow, blood trickling down his face. Sam also has a cut on his left arm, his shirt and jacket torn through. I can’t help the flow of tears that fall as I see Sam. They’re a mix of relief that he’s here, sadness because he’s hurt, and anger for who hurt him.

“Sam, wait. He’s here, he’s around here somewhere, be careful,” I rasp out, I can’t let him get hurt because of me. I love him, he can’t ever get hurt.

“Y/n, what happened?” Sam says as he sees the knife still sticking in my thigh, blood now seeping out the wound.

“That’s not important. I’m telling you Sam, he’s around here somewhere, I don’t know where he went. He’s stronger than the others, he’s the leader,” I whisper as fast as I can, hoping Sam will be somewhat prepared for when Brent leaps out from wherever he’s hiding.

“It’s nothing I can’t handle,” Sam responds with a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes, “Now let’s get you out of here.”

“Sam, I’m sorry, I ju-,” I don’t get to finish my sentence before Brent sneaks up behind Sam, and casually puts a knife to his throat.

“Listen here you two, we have a little bargaining to work out. So, I’m hungry and I need a snack, Y/n, we’re gonna take you, fuck you, then eat you, got it? Now, your friend here won’t get hurt, if you just calmly give yourself to us,” Brent says calmly to Sam and me.

“Don’t do it Y/n, please,” Sam chokes out through the pressure on his neck, “Please, Y/n.”

“I’m sorry Sam, I have to. I can’t let you get hurt because of me,” I reply to Sam, I then look and Brent and say, “Ok, I’ll go with you. Just let Sam go, and Dean too.”

“Y/n, no!” Sam barks out, but it’s too late, the deal is done.

“Well, now that we have a de-,” I thought my fate was sealed, but Dean thought otherwise. He slams the butt of his gun into the base of Brent’s skull, making him drop the knife from Sam’s neck.

“You bitch,” he sputters from the ground. Sam is already to me, cutting my zip-ties off. In the background I hear Dean and Brent in hand-to-hand combat, throwing punches left and right. Sam finally cuts off the last tie, and scoops me into a hug.

“I’m so sorry, I’m sorry,” I say over and over.

“What are you sorry for?” Sam asks.

“It’s just, uh, I cau-” I’m interrupted by a grunt from Sam, “Sam, what’s wrong?”

“SAM, NO,” Dean screams. I’m confused at first, but now I see why. Before I can react, from where he’s standing, Dean picks up his gun and aims right for Brent’s head. With perfect aim he shoots Brent straight through the head, but it’s too late.

“Sam,” I sob, and he slowly slides out of our hug, to the ground, trying to press his large hands to the wound on his back.

“Shh, it’s ok Y/n, I’ll be fine,” Sam rasps out. I sit there unable to move, unable to even comfort him in his last moments, frozen by the shock of it all.

“Y/n, help him! Sammy, don’t worry, we’ll get you to a hospital, you’ll be fine,” Dean cries out, as he kneels over Sam. I snap out of my shock, and run over to Sam.

“Sam, no, this isn’t it. You don’t get to die here, open your eyes,” I plead, as his eyes start to drop. He’s breathing is becoming more shallow by the second, and there’s a growing pool of blood under him.

“Sammy, damnit, no!” Dean cries. I press my hands to the wound on his lower back, but too much blood is steadily flowing out.

“No, there’s too much blood. Why is there so much blood?” I wonder. I can feel him slipping away, I can see it in his eyes, which are barely opened anymore.

“I’m so sorr-” Sam rasps out, even in his last words he’s thinking about us instead of himself.

“Sammy, SAM NO! DAMNIT SAM OPEN YOUR EYES! WAKE UP SAM!” Dean screams while shaking Sam.

“No, this isn’t… This wasn’t supposed to happen. This can’t be real, what’s happening?” I mutter. But this is in fact real, this is 100% real, and I didn’t even get to tell him how I really feel.

But it’s too late now. He’s already gone, the man I’m in love with, is dead.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      

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