#[ what'd you do to get a motel room ]

[creationtainted]

Right, right, he's got this. Totally under control. He's handled more complicated situations than this and come out on top all the same. How is this one any different? The Hotel might be out of the question, but he still needed a place to stay—somehow, he managed to talk his way into a cheap, seedy motel for the next couple days. It's a start.

He's got a nice container of ribs to keep him content for the moment, or longer if he decides not to inhale them all at once. Doors locked, curtains drawn, and the TV droning on somewhere in the background. It didn't quite drown out the general cacophony and discord happening outside his room, but it was something.

"Totally got this, homeboy," he murmurs to nobody in particular—there's nobody in the room to talk to, and that's almost just as disheartening as this situation as a whole. But it's manageable. If every other dirtbag manages to survive down here, then Adam, the Adam, can, too. "Just gotta... roll with the punches and see where it takes ya. You... got it."

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[supernaturalistthings]

Years

Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Summary: How Dean Winchester would finally admit his feelings to you after hiding them from you for years.

Warnings: soft core smut (heavy kissing and touching)

You were the human embodiment of the stars and moon that helped Dean focus on the roads on late nights. You had a fire that would roar to life like his beloved car while having a softness and comfort to you like the well loved leather seats. Every dream girl Dean had ever imagined paled in comparison to you. You were incredible in every way to him, mesmerizing.

He had for years longed to feel the softness of your face in his calloused hands. To feel your heartbeat directly against his. To run his long fingers through your beautiful hair. To finally feel what it would be like to be kissed by you. He could picture it, but he couldn't even begin to imagine what your gentle lips would feel like moving against his undeserving own.

On nights where he had a room to himself he would think of how soft your thighs must feel. How it would feel to run his hand from ankle to hip. How it would feel to hold you in his hands. To fit with each other like puzzle pieces. How you would look at him while he did it. You would look at him with that smile of yours, beaming eyes of adoration and warmth like he'd never felt before, and he would melt. Not even knowing what to do next, even though he had done this countless times with others. It would be different with you though, you were different. Not like anyone or anything he had ever encountered before. You were the love of Dean Winchester's life.

It pained him to not tell you, to keep something so big from you when he shared everything with you. He knew you'd be upset at knowing that he kept anything from you but, he couldn't bring himself to do it no matter how hard he had tried. It's like his breath was taken away every time he tried to utter the words to you. Everytime he was around you.

Yet here you guys sat on an old worn out motel couch, a movie roaring, green and pink neon lights streaming through the cracks in the curtains. He knew nothing about him had ever been close to perfect, until he met you. This was perfect.

You were sitting next to him, his arm slung lazily over the back of the couch almost as if he had his arm around you. You were focused intently on the screen, but he was more interested in the way you reacted to the movie rather than the movie itself. The way you'd jump a bit at some random scene, and blush at the couple making out in the next was Oscar worthy to Dean in itself. Best picture, by far.

“So what'd you think?” you say breaking him from his thoughts.

He looked at you, mind racing but all he could say was “it was alright” with a smile

“Oh c'mon you know you liked it” you would say with a smirk getting up and leaving the warmth of your presence behind to grab a beer from the fridge. You close it behind you and turn back around to see Dean deep in thought.

“Where's your head at?” you'd say cocking your head slightly to examine his contemplative state.

He stared ahead.

“Dean?” you'd say trying to gather his attention, which didn't work so you leave the bottle on the counter and slowly make your way over to him. You rest a gentle hand on his shoulder. He slowly starts to turn his head to look at you. You can see from his eyes that his mind is racing. He's almost breathless.

“You okay?”

“Not really” he’d huff out and shake his head as he turned his attention to the floor. This was it. Now or never. He couldn't stand the thought of never. He stands and meets your eyes once again and puts his hands on the curve of your waist while he slowly leans in keeping eye contact the whole time until the space between your lips closes. Both of your eyes flutter closed and you savor the new sensation of each other for a second before he pulls back looking at you questioningly. Awaiting some kind of reaction. He hoped that everything or even just some of what he was feeling was communicated.

You were speechless, breathless even. You were sure he could feel your heart racing. Never in a million years did you think that your feelings for Dean Winchester would be returned. That you could finally share the love you harbored for him, with him.

“Im sorry” he breaks the silence and continues, “i had to do that, even if it was just once” he says, slowly and tenderly lifting his hand to brush a strand of hair out of your face while searching your eyes for any sign of reciprocation. Anything that told him there was a chance his dreams could be real, that there was a chance. He had never felt so desperate for anyone or anything than he did in this moment. He was looking at you longingly when you finally broke yourself out of the shock. ,

“it doesn’t have to be just once…” you’d say looking into his green eyes trying to convey the desire you had to be his and only his that you’d had for years. You place your hand on his toned chest and run it up to the short hairs on the back of his head. Gripping and pulling him into a second kiss. Both of your eyes flutter shut once again and you start to slowly move your lips against each other. Feeling and breathing each other in.

Everything you needed to hear was painted beautifully from his lips onto yours as they moved in perfect synchronicity together. Both of your heads were racing with the memories of moments they thought they had read the other wrong and slowly realizing and accepting each other's feelings. No more “almosts”. Dean's hands traced from your waist up to the sides of your face, his hands rough against your smooth cheeks just like he had imagined and could now actually feel. He tenderly cupped your face in his hands, his arms flexed against the black t-shirt covering his broad chest. He held you there like he needed you to breathe, and in this moment he couldn't help but feel like he did.

“This is all i've wanted for so long” he breathes out against your lips and then unable to help himself keeps kissing you.

“You have no idea” You'd say in a whisper back and feel him smile into the kiss. Your lips were needy against each other, finally feeling what they had been desperately searching for. The weight of unspoken desires was lifted. With every touch came a new depth of connection and love. The silence filled with breathy kisses and the sound of clothes ruffling against each other's hands as you lightly caressed over each other, holding each other in all the different ways that had been desired by the both of you for years.

You were lost in each other, in a place where time had no meaning and no one else existed. You both savored each kiss, touch, and minute as if it were eternity itself. Any shadow of a doubt was gone.

You pulled back smiling, beaming at him. He looked at you like every girl wants to be looked at. You needed him. He had opened the floodgates by kissing you and you couldn't think of anything else you wanted more right now than to be one with him.

Your smile drops slightly as you slowly and you silently bring your hands to the hem of your shirt to lift it off yourself. Dean's hands reach gently to stop you, eyes dark looking into yours with concern. He takes your hands into his and looks seriously at you and says, “I don't want to rush things..” You look at him and tilt your head, smiling, taking the sides of his face into your hands.

“I've wanted this for years now Dean, I don't feel rushed at all.” you say breathlessly and filled with hope when you continue, “Do you?”

His face softens and he looks at you deeply, fully absorbing what you said when he realizes you're right. This isn't rushed, this is the perfect moment. A culmination of years of words unsaid, of touches missed, of glances held a few seconds too long.

“Not even a little” he says looking deep into your eyes with a soft smile and gently brushing your cheek, pulling you in once more. Sealing the space between the two of you once again. You leaned on your toes and gripped his toned upper arms while he slithered his arms around your waist and held you close. He slowly and affectionately moved his hands down your back and over your soft rear leaning over slightly to rub over the tops of your thighs, while you needily ran your hands through his short hair. The kiss was never broken even as he started shuffling your bodies nearer the bed on the other side of the motel room.

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[adaptacy]

Johnny Slaughter x Drunk!Virgin!Reader

It is angsty, and kinda sad, and very dub-con (practically non-con), and also just- Johnny with feelings? if streams of consciousness don't make sense, that's the point. also i'm tired so sorry for spelling mistakes or if i just use the wrong word sometimes LMAO

"Alright, I've gotcha." You were leaning all of your weight into him as he sauntered down the sidewalk, and you didn't let up even as he inserted the key he'd just received into the door, twisting the handle and opening it up into a half-assed room, typical for the cheap motel you were staying up.

"You really... mmbooked 'em just for... me?" You slurred, your head lazily flopping onto his bicep as he led you inside, closing the door behind him.

"Didn't tell me you were such a lightweight," the man sighed, helping you over to the white queen-size bed, which you didn't put up any fight against, collapsing onto the comforter and giggling. At what? You didn't know.

"We should, mhmhm, kiss." You blinked, slowly, up at him, seeing triple. Triple hot. Triple hunk. Triple gentleman. He was being so sweet. He carried you here, gave you a ride, he promised your parents wouldn't figure out that their golden child was getting wasted at some rural bar miles away from home. He was so caring.

Sure, you'd only known him for like two hours, but those two hours said so much. He didn't say much. Well, he did. Flirted a lot. Was he flirting? Did you misunderstand? No, no, he got you a motel room. Just for you. He was definitely flirting. He was like a guardian angel, wasn't he?

You made a mistake, a lot of mistakes, actually. A lot of shots. A lot of alcohol. Glasses and glasses of mistakes. But he was here to make sure you wouldn't be making anymore. He was protecting you. God, what a sweetheart. "What's your name again?" You mumbled, your tongue twisting around itself to form some terrible labyrinth.

"Johnny," he reminded, bending down over you and catching your lips in a kiss. His was gentle, but forward. Yours was sloppy, messy, hungry, dazed. You were sloppy. And messy. Oh, your parents would never forgive you.

"Johnny, I'm so... ugh, you're lovely," you complimented, your nose bumping against his as he tried to kiss you again, but you just had to let him know first. "So loving. We should get married," you giggled.

"Baby steps, darlin'."

"I'm your darling?" You hummed, smiling sweetly. Innocently. What the hell were you doing? No wonder the bartender warned you. But he paid for your drinks. He was just so generous. How could he possibly be single? You were so lucky to have him. "I think I love you."

"You're crazy," he laughed, the sound sweet and appetizing and so manly. You laughed too, because you wanted to be like him. Wanted to take care of people like he was. Wanted to be big and strong like he was. Wanted to be so sweet, wanted to kiss like he did. He was perfect. He kissed you again, and you kept giggling, your skin crawling with... excitement? nausea? you couldn't really tell the difference. "You wanna go through with this?"

With what? "Mhm," you hummed, closing your eyes for just a moment. Then you opened them again, and he was still there. All three- two? Four? All of him- them? Ugh. "Yuh-huh," you affirmed. If he wanted to, you'd do it. No clue what 'it' was, but he was a good decision maker. You were clearly, definitely, obviously, drunkenly not.

"You done this before?"

"Yeah." Done what? You'd done a lot of things. You hadn't gone skydiving. Or bungee jumping. What a funny word. Bungee. Bun-gee. "Bunnn, geeee," you announced, and Johnny squinted at you. You giggled. What'd he say?

"I'm gonna take yer shirt off now." He kissed your cheek, and you nodded. Was he going to get you into a bath? Oh, he was such a sweetiepie. Like a grandmother. But hot. and muscular. and young. and had a way deeper voice. and, actually, he wasn't like a grandmother at all. but he still made you smile.

He removed your shirt, and you tried to lift your head to kiss him, but your head was so heavy, and your muscles were so weak. Ugh, you wished you had muscles like him. he could lift your head. you definitely couldn't.

The best part was, he did lift your head. and he did kiss you. He was a mind reader, too? Was he even real? Men like this didn't exist. Not really. men as sweet, and loving, and gentle, and-

His hands were on your pants. Strange. He knew what he was doing. You trusted him. What was his name again? "Joey," you thanked.

"Johnny," he corrected.

"Mister Johnny," you slurred, brushing noses with him. He kissed you again, and he tasted like the bar. He'd been drinking too. He was like your drunk-buddy. Drinking buddy. And designated driver. A perfect package. Why are engagement rings so expensive?

"You alright?" His voice spoke again, and you blinked, finding that there were now only two of him. That you could see. Your vision was dark at the sides, but who needed peripheral vision, anyways? He was tugging your bottoms down your legs, and you looked up at him.

Somewhere, distant, faint, barely even present in your mind- somewhere, something clicked. Some puzzle pieces snapped together. You could make out the shape of the puzzles, the caves and the peninsulas, but they were blank pieces. There was no puzzle. It was blurry. Fuzzy. Like a puppy. Or a kitten. Or a squirrel.

"What?" you mumbled.

"Eyes on me, sweetpea. You alright?"

It was hard to focus on him since you'd have to focus on two images at once, but you tried your best. It only brought a headache. "Why... wouldn't I be?"

"You're awful' drunk."

"I'm knows," you scoffed.

"Do ya?"

"Obvs," you reminded, reaching up a hand and pawing at his face as you tried to boop him, grinning up at him. His hair draped over his pair of faces, and you wanted to bite it. Wanted to pull it. ugh, you were such a bad person. who made bad decisions. you hated alcohol. why'd you even stumble into that bar? your parents would be so mad.

Her eyes were almost crossed, and Johnny found it dizzying to try and gain her attention. She swatted at his forehead as she replied, and he pulled back ever so slightly. Gently, he pulled her hand down, trying to be patient with her. She'd been tipsy when he got there, but this was something else.

He tried not to think about it- This wasn't his first drunken sexual encounter, and wouldn't be his last. His lips pressed to her chest, his fingers caressing the insides of her thighs. She was warm, inviting, almost intoxicating. Then again, it could've been the potent taste of alcohol on her tongue. Stronger than his own. He swore she didn't have that much to drink, and she knew what to order- It wasn't her first time drinking, or so he assumed.

He'd hardly understood a word she'd bumbled on the way home. A ramble about her parents and treehouses here, another about college and service animals there. He didn't bother trying to decipher her codes. He was sure she didn't even have a clue what she was saying, so it wasn't his responsibility to figure it out.

Her fingers played with his hair, awkwardly tugging and scraping at his scalp, but he didn't mind. She mumbled something out, but the more time he spent with her, the less precise her words got. At this point, they were unintelligible, but she seemed happy while saying them. Oddly enough, it brought a smile to his face.

He reached down, unbuckling his belt. She continued with her string of corrupted vowels as he did so, and he ended his trail of kisses on her stomach before standing up straight once more. Her body was so... pristine. Shiny? It had this certain glow to it- a glow that her eyes lacked. They were stuck half-lidded, even feigning unconsciousness a few times, but he'd been proven wrong each time when she'd open her mouth to quickly inform him of how much she loved sunflowers, or to tell him an impossible-to-follow story about her first pet. He'd listened- not understood, but listened, to her, and then she'd fall back into silence for a few more minutes.

And even so, when she was so clearly destroyed by the liquor she'd been drinking like water, she looked so peaceful. She lay on the bed below him, completely flat, completely relaxed. Her arms casually positioned above her, her palms facing him. He wanted to hold her hand. So he did, and it brought a small smile to her face.

He wasn't going to stick around after this. He never did. He never wanted to. But she- she was so intriguing. So strange. He wanted to learn more about her, wanted to understand her. Wanted to listen to her stupid rambles and her whispered confusion. He wanted to see her frustrated, wanted to see her cry, wanted to see her confident, wanted to see her.

Shit. Maybe he wasn't all that sober. His hips leaned forward, and her eyebrows slanted, barely enough for him to notice. But he caught on, and his brows mimicked her movement. He was close to entering her, sliding between her folds, but he wasn't inside. Not yet. She looked confused.

"We're makin' love?" She asked, and Johnny narrowed his eyes, cracking a smile. That was a first. It was always fucking, or having sex, or getting laid, or some other degenerate nickname. Making love? That was for married people. Old couples. People with kids. People with commitments. Didn't she understand?

"Yeah, darlin', we're gonna make love," he replied, leaning down and kissing her neck. "Is that alright?"

"Mhm," she answered, and Johnny released a breath. She wasn't going back to his place. But he wasn't going to hers, either. Too innocent to be a victim, too drunk to be a partner. This was just another in his long list of mistakes. Another night that he'd forget after a few more bottles, a few more weeks, a few more stolen cigarettes, a few more kills. He always forgot them. He'd had too many. Needed a break far too much.

And she was surely the same.

And yet, when he pushed in, there was a tension, and then it broke. Something- something physical, something inside of her broke. And she whimpered, like he'd cut her. Her voice was light as she asked "What?"

Johnny couldn't move. He couldn't act. He couldn't continue. He couldn't speak. He wished he couldn't think, but that was all he did. When he looked down, his worst fears were confirmed. Dripping onto the white comforter were two marks of scarlet, and Johnny squeezed her hand.

No. No, no, no, no. No way.

Johnny held his breath. Wanted to wake up. He never felt bad. he never felt sympathy. He never regret things from his heart, only from his head.

but there was a singe in his chest. A poking in his lungs. And, despite her consciousness being continents away, she realized. Or, at the very least, picked up on his guilt.

"Please don't be mad," she whimpered, her voice breaking. And she cried. She held it back, but tears weren't easily disguised. He shook his head, trying to pretend that it was fine. Trying to pretend that this was normal, that he regularly took girls- drunk girls, pretty, innocent, completely wasted girls virginities.

But he didn't. And it showed.

"It's okay, I'm not mad," he assured, his jaw tight. He didn't know what to do. It was too late. Maybe she wouldn't remember in the morning. Maybe she wouldn't realize what she'd given up--

No.

What he'd taken from her. Stolen from her. Why would he assume? Why would he ever think this was a good idea? Why would-

"I'm sorry," she sobbed, and Johnny did something he'd never done before. Never even thought to do.

He leaned down, and he hugged her. She hugged him back- or, tossed her arms over his back, her drunken sobs hitting his chest like a goddamn bullet. He made girls cry on purpose. He made them scream, and sob, and bleed-

She was doing all of that. But he did not want her to. He shushed her, kissing the nape of her neck, running his hand over her back, all in an attempt to comfort her. He shouldn't care. He'd never cared. He had never shown any feelings towards anyone for any goddamn reason. He was not that person.

But he felt like a bad person. He'd killed people, but that wasn't the issue right now.

No, he was so much worse than that. She was sweet, and clueless, and couldn't handle her alcohol. She'd had a terrible night. No girl like her would be in a shithole bar if she hadn't. And he'd made it worse.

And come morning, she may not even be aware of it. She'd wake up, stranded, sore, sick, in a cheap motel, alone. She'd assume that she'd called a cab, she'd assume that she handled herself fine, but Johnny would know. He'd know the truth.

What was he doing?

Nancy was right. Running off and ignoring the family was a terrible idea. She'd sworn that he'd get himself into trouble, and while she'd definitely been talking about the law, or barfights, he felt like this was his karma. This was his trouble. Hell, it didn't even affect him. It shouldn't affect him.

But she was crying in his arms, and she didn't even fully understand why. And he held her, feeling a responsibility to care for her, to comfort her.

He was going to have to stick around, wasn't he?

Come morning, she'd wake up sore and sick, and with a stranger. And he'd be there. And he'd scare her, and stress her out, and hold her hair as she threw up tonight's mistakes, and he'd probably hug her again as she cried.

Johnny sighed, using his thumb to wipe her tears. She'd already fallen asleep. He laid her down, put her clothes back on as best as he could, and covered her up with the blankets. And he left the room.

He stood just outside, unpocketing a carton of cigarettes and putting one in his mouth, using a rusty black flip lighter to ignite the end.

He didn't know what he was going to do. But he felt a responsibility. An attachment. He didn't understand it. Maybe in the morning he'd lose all sympathy and be gone before she woke up, but he found that outcome unlikely.

He'd figure it out. He had to.

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[girls-alias]

Have A Little Faith - Dean Winchester P3

Title: Have A Little Faith - Dean Winchester Part 3

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Relations: Dean Winchester X Reader

TW: SPOILERS S1E12

Prompt:

Follows Faith Episode. Season 1 Episode 12.

Part 2

I pulled up to the motel and helped Dean to the door of Sammy's room. He knocked before Sammy opened it and let us in. "What the hell are you doing here?" Sammy asked, happy to see Dean again. He even smiled at me as I helped Dean take a seat.

"I checked myself out, I checked her out too," Dean replied trying to seem tough.

"You've been doing that since we met," I chuckled making Dean smile.

"Are you crazy?" Sammy asked Dean showing his concern.

"I'm not going to die in a hospital when I can just bring my hot nurse with me," He gestured to me making me scoff.

"You know this whole 'I laugh in the face of death thing, It's crap, I can see right through it," Sammy added making me smirk.

"Yeah whatever dude," Dean shrugged him off.

"Alright, so I guess I should be going." I piped up.

"Wow, wow wow." Dean stopped me. "Your shift isn't over, you're still my nurse," Dean smirked at me.

"I'm not your nurse," I rolled my eyes with a laugh.

"Would you like to be?" He added suggestively making me laugh. "Aw come on, you were the one to convince me to leave and now you're going back?" He questioned. I shook my head. Dean had an idea. "You're going to walk away from a dying man? denying him of the help he needs," He asked giving me a guilt trip.

"You suck, Dean." I gave in making him smile. I walked over and took a seat beside him. "Is that okay?" I asked Sammy.

"I guess so, I'm Sam," He added. I smiled and shook his hand.

"I'm Y/N," I replied softly.

"Yeah, so I've been scouring the internet and calling all the contacts in Dad's journal," He informed Dean.

"For what?" Dean asked adjusting his sitting position.

"For what'd help you," Dean scoffed but Sam was serious. "One of Dad's friends, Joshua, called me back, heard about a guy in Nebraska, a specialist." Sam was adamant that Dean could be saved and it was something I needed.

"You're not going to let me die in peace, are you?" Dean added making me giggle.

"I'm not gonna let you die, period," I smirked at this. "We're going,"

"Alright whatever, but first we sleep." Dean shrugged. "Y/N's sharing a bed with me in case I get cold," Dean cheekily added.

"I will not, Y/N is sleeping on the floor," I replied in the first and third person making Sam chuckle.

"You're going to deprive your patient of warmth and comfort?" He added acting shocked. I pretended to think about it.

"Yep," I quickly added making Sam laugh. Sam got up and went to the bathroom.

"I promise I won't do anything, just please stay in the bed with me. I don't want you being in pain on the floor and it would help to have you beside me if I need you to help me with the bathroom or something?" Dean explained in a concerned yet helpless tone. It was easy to see that he didn't want Sam to see how dependent he now was on me.

"Okay," I replied softly making him smile.

"You won't regret it," He added.

"I think I will," I commented with a chuckle making him slightly laugh. Sam came out of the bathroom and saw us both smiling.

"I thought you would have resisted him longer than that," Sam joked making me laugh.

"Me too but it's those eyes," I added with a laugh. Of course, I had noticed the angelic eyes of the angelic man. His green eyes are so precious and perfect yet the rest of him is roughed and handsome. It must be true what they say about the eyes being a window to the soul.

"Oh, so it's my eyes that you like?" Dean questioned with a smirk.

"Shut it, you've made two comments about my butt today and it's only 2 so you can't say anything," I retorted making Sam laugh.

"I like her," Sam chuckled referring to me. I looked at him confused but I still had a smile on my face. "I like anyone who can shut my brother up," He added. I was a little shocked to find out they were brothers but now that he mentions it I can see some similarities.

"You can wear one of my shirts to bed, my bag's just on you're left," Dean commented on changing the subject. I looked over to see a duffle bag on the floor I picked it up and put it between Dean and me. I pulled the handles away from each other and as the bag wasn't zipped up I saw a gun inside. I saw the guys share a glance.

"Nice, a double-barreled shotgun," I commented pulling it out of the bag. "It has a nice grip to it but it feels a little lopsided. Have you changed the choke?" I asked quickly from the concealed love I have for guns.

"You know guns?" Sam asked impressed.

"Damn, she's hot," Dean unknowingly slipped out but I chose to ignore it.

"Yeah, I got into them after my dad showed me his handgun collection," I shrugged and both of the guys looked impressed.

"If I live through this, I'm keeping you," Dean added making me laugh.

"Maybe I'll have to make sure that doesn't happen then," I said and handed him the gun making him smirk. I will admit I'm teasing him and playing hard to get but with a face, body, eyes, attitude and smirk like his you know he can get whatever he wants anyway. Dean put the gun aside and went into his bag. He pulled out a plain grey shirt and handed it to me before pulling out clothes for himself. I got up and offered him my hand. He took it and I helped him to the bathroom. I led him inside but before I left he smirked at me.

"You're not going to help me change?" He asked still smirking.

"I can't but I can ask the nurse Sammy if you'd like?" I teased so he glared at me. I walked out but stayed standing by the door in case I heard Dean struggling. I heard Dean groaning in pain quite a few times and I couldn't bear it. I lightly knocked on the door.

"Are you okay?" I asked but heard no reply. I slowly opened the door and stepped inside. Dean was sitting on the lid of the toilet with his head in his hands in just his boxers. I looked at him sadly. I got in front of him and knelt. I put my hands on his knees to assure him.

"I'll be okay," He softly spoke and you could hear so much pain in his voice. More than usual.

"Come on, I'll help you get dressed." I shrugged but he sighed.

"You shouldn't have to," He started.

"Hey, I'm your nurse now remember, I have to look after you," I added. Dean now looked at me and his eyes peered into my soul. He looked so glad but so grateful at the same time. I grabbed his PJ bottoms from the side and scrunched them to the floor so Dean just had to carefully place his feet inside. Once we did that, I stood and offered Dean my hand. I helped him up and smiled at him and I blushed at the height difference.

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[scarisd3ad]

i am back with an another request, because why not-

what about gn! reader that can cook and basically becomes Eddie's personal chef, because he never learned how to cook (as his uncle always does that), and eddie is just ✨ whipped✨ while watching his partner cut ingredients etc, and asks them if they could teach him how to cook? the image of eddie; with his doe eyes watching what his partner is doing in the kitchen and being amused makes me go BRRRRR

personal chef

pairing - Eddie Munson x gn!Reader

warnings - n/a

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every time Eddie Munson called me, I knew it was for either two things, for me to cook him something, or if I could come spend the night at his and both always ended in the other anyways. so, when I heard the familiar loud ringing of the landline in the kitchen, I started packing my things.

bringgggggggggg, bringggggggg

I didn't exactly know if it was him calling but I never really got any calls from anyone else, so it had to be him. I pick up the phone with my bag slung over my shoulder. "Hello?' I ask into the phone. "Hi babe, can-"

"I'm already out the door eds" I say before hanging up the phone and heading out of my house. Eddie had just bought an apartment with Steve (which I'm grateful for, it gives me way more cooking space) his apartment is about 6 minutes away from my house (which is also way closer than his uncle's trailer) when I pull up into the parking lot Eddie is standing outside with his elbows pressed against the railing, as he smoked a cigarette. he waves, with a big dorky grin on his face as I get out of the car. "what'ya want from me Munson!" I shout as I walk up the stairs to the second floor of the motel styled apartment complex. "Cook, please?" he asks with puppy dog eyed. I can't say no to him. "Sure. what are you thinking?" I ask as he stomps out his cigarette "homemade mac and cheese? I already bought all the ingredients" I giggle, I was in culinary school, and he always asks for the easiest thing "sure thing come on" I say grabbing his hand and start dragging him toward his apartment. I twist the front door open and push it open. Steve is sitting on the couch watching a basketball game. we walk past him and into the kitchen. there's a bunch of plastic grocery bags on the counter. Eddie hops up on the counter as I unload the ingredients and grab all of the kitchen utensils I needed. he always watches me when I cook, his eyes filled with adoration. as I cut up ingredients, and boil pasta he just watches me like I'm the only thing that matters. "You should teach me" Eddie says. "Hm?" I hum "you should teach me how to cook" he repeated. I nod "yeah? you wanna try now?" I ask. he shakes his head, "just wanna watch right now baby."

Eddie continues to watch as I prance around the kitchen. his eyes never leave, not even for a second. when I'm all finished, and the dish is plated Eddie hops off of the counter. he pulls me into his arms and presses his lips to mine. "I love you" he mutters against my lips. I laugh as I pull away "I love you too" I reply. he turns around begins to take a bit of the mac and cheese. "God this is better than the box shit" Eddie groans. "what'd they make!" shouts Steve from the living room. he hops up off of the couch and runs into the kitchen. both boys share the dish groaning in delights. "what's your secret?" Steve asks. I shrug with a smirk.

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There & Back Again : xreader addition (fem/afab)

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍: 8.7k words: (CW: No warnings needed this time. Shocking I know.....)

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In the early morning hours you awoke to a sudden cold touch, feeling as though ice had fallen against your skin.

Your eyes opened, and you exhaled in relief as you found you could move.

"No paralysis." you thought.

Your focus shifted quickly to the cold feeling once more, but the faint softly shaken breathing next to you took that focus away.

You turned your head to find Angel laying beside you. His eyes were shut tight as his body shivered almost violently. 

You sat up and looked around, "where is everybody?" you thought looking about the empty room.

The pale light from the dawn sky trying to seep through the cracks of the dusty motel room blinds.

"Angel?" you questioned, but he did not wake.

"How is he cold..." you thought.

The room was muggy and uncomfortable due to the faulty air conditioning unit. 

You laid a hand on his forehead, "no fever." you murmured, though you almost wish he did have one.

Instead, his brow was icy, as if he'd been laying outside in the snow.

You snatched the blanket from the unmade bed and threw it over him.

"Angel wake up, why are you so cold?" you tried to rouse him, giving his shoulder a gentle shake. 

Angel's eyes fluttered open, "h-he likes it c-cold." He stammered through chattering teeth.

"I-Its h-hot in here s-s-so...." Angel grimaced as he struggled to speak.

"He? Him again?" you asked.

Angel shook his head, "not him, the shadow." he corrected.

"It's s-stupid, it-it's just because I'm not strong enough to h-hold off the shadow. I-it's like a f-f-fucking paras-site." Angel shivered.

You slipped under the blanket and curled up next to him.

"Hug me." you offered.

Angel laughed through his shivering.

"I'm serious you are far too cold, we need to get your temperature back up," you said.

Without a word, Angel drew you close, his body both welcoming and rejecting the warmth.

"What's the shadow?" you asked.

"The th-thing in the window w-when we were in-inside the gate." Angel said.

"And what does he have to do with you?" you inquired further, he seemed hesitant to talk about it.

"He's apar-t-t of me." Angel stammered, "It w-was a piece of h-him, w-whateve-r they used to-to make what I a-am today." he explained.

You exhaled, "And he likes it cold?" you repeated, Angel nodded.

"So your body is trying to be cold for the part of you that's him or it, that now has a stronger hold over you because you're weaker now?" you summed up.

Angel nodded again. No matter how much you thought about it, it still made your head hurt trying to understand.

"So tell it you like it warm," you said, pulling the blanket around you both tighter.

Angel chuckled, "You're starting t-to shiver to f-fairy." He whispered.

"You're a living piece of ice, what'd you expect." you stated.

"They'll get the wrong idea should anyone walk in." Angel mused.

You rolled her eyes, "well at least I know your ok if that's what's crossed your mind." she murmured, "and you had me worried." 

"I'm so-r-rry." Angel apologized.

He hid his face in the side of your neck, the shivering dying down at a snail's pace. Your arm warped around his body, gently stroking his back as if soothing a child.

Angel's muscles relaxed and she could feel him sigh. Almost melting like real ice.

The pair of you stayed quiet and Angel hardly moved, focusing on the feeling as you made him feel small.

"You're..." he exhaled softly.

"Hm?" you humed, you hardly heard him at all, even though so close.

Angel laughed, "nothing," he said.

"The only one in years to hold me unafraid." He thought.

He could feel his heartbeat speed up as the shivers slowed down. 

"Thank you" he said, suddenly laughing, "I think you scared the monster away." he hummed.

"Fairies are terrifying like that I guess." He snickered, lightly removing his arms from you.

"You ok now?" you asked him.

Angel looked down at you with a gaze warmer than you'd remembered him ever having.

"Getting there, the blanket will be enough now." He said sitting up.

You followed suit and wrapped the blanket over his shoulders.

"And I thought it was tough facing the monsters back home. But at least they're just flesh and blood." you sighed drawing your knees to your chest. 

"No, those are the worst kind, they don't know what they are and can hide better," Angel said.

He turned a keen eye to you, "But what monsters have you back home?" He asked a small chilling smile coming to his face.

It made your stomach drop just looking at it.

"As nice as he can be, Angel can look pretty manic." you thought to yourself.

"Um...I'd rather not say," you uttered carefully.

Angel's smile fell, "You should let someone make your monsters go away." He stated.

"I only have to put up with them a little longer." you insisted, "they help my family, thrive."

Angel scowled, "At your expense by the sounds of it."

The Motel room door swung open, and Amy rushed in with arms full of little yellow items as she laughed with a huge grin on her face.

"That was amazing!" Kali cheered following behind her, Doris alongside with her arm around Kali's shoulders.

"The girl has got skill, poofing around like that," said Doris.

You looked at Amy with a brow raised, "Amy?" you sang with hesitation, "what did you do?" you asked.

Amy held up her arms showing a massive amount of...

"Twinkies?" Angel asked flatly.

"Yes! Amy cheered.

"How and....why?" you questioned.

"I phased into the  shipment truck 'cause the idiot guy left the door open," Amy said with a goofy grin.

"You like Twinkies?" you asked.

Amy nodded her head.

Kicking the door open again Funshine entered with a large box on his shoulder.

"She grabbed a whole case full." He chuckled.

"And that's after she poofed into the Kmart, while Kali distracted the early morning staff and raided the cashier's drawers," Mick said walking in whilst counting money.

Axle behind her with several duffle bags.

Your mouth dropped open in horror.

"Oh, don't look like that Sugarplum. How else are we going to get by hm? There's a lot we need to get before we can go after the big bad wolves." Axel said.

"Did they see your faces?" Angel asked.

"They never do." Kali boasted, clearly pleased as well.

Angel shrugged, "Then no harm done, at least, not to us. They're right. We can't pay for the things we need fair and square it would take us years." Angel reasoned.

"You want this, your hands are going to get dirty and often," Doris said.

You bit your lip, "Fine...how much did you come away with and...what are we going to need?"

"So far, about twenty-two hundred - which should cover guns, ammo, the four of you might be able to bust in places unarmed, but uh-" Axel pointed between himself, Mick, and Funshine.

"we can't." He said.

You got to your feet and stretched, you plucked at your shirt miserably, "I wish you'd picked up a-"

"Change of clothes?" Amy asked as Mick tossed balled-up fabric toward you.

You struggled to catch the falling clothing items.

"It's good to know you all think of everything I guess," you said in surprise, looking down at the jeans and t-shirt.

It wasn't anything to shout about. plain grey t-shirt, plainer blue jeans, but you could have jumped for joy. Not only were they clean, but they weren't the outdated dresses your parents bought for you.

"You can take a shower, I checked, no brown water." Doris said.

"Why would the water be brown?" you asked.

Axel gave you a flat dull gaze, "You've never roughed it a day in your life have you?" He asked.

You glanced down at the clothes in your hands.

"Depends on what you mean by 'roughed it'" Amy said dumping the Twinkies on the bed.

"You don't have to be broke to live hard," she added.

"I'm um...I'm gonna go and...yeah," you said pointing towards the bathroom, turning and heading towards it.

Angel sat on the floor glaring at Axel.

"Why's the creep looking at me like that?" Axel asked cautiously.

"You got a big ass mouth on you." Amy shot at Axel.

"What'd I do? I only said the truth." He said, "Why're you so mad?" He asked.

"For one because I know what shit she's got to go through because we survived it once together. And second, you're making me agree with Angel!" Amy raged.

Doris broke into laughter, "yeah that always makes me mad too." she said.

Robin dried her damp hair with a towel as she rushed into the living room a piece of toast hanging from her mouth.

"I can't believe I'm gonna be late for the first day of work!" she thought frantically.

"Of course anyone would forgive me being that my best friend and girlhood crush is god knows where out on her own possibly...looking for her family, who she might find and like better than the terrible one she's currently stuck with and -"

The toast fell to the floor as Robin's mouth tumbled open, "never comes back," she whispered.

For a moment panic sank in, "no," Robin said laughing at herself.

"No of course not. Not happening," she told herself, ruffling the towel over her head.

"At the very least she'd tell you first, come back, have old bad family meet new great family, and tell them all about her best friend ever..." Robin thought to herself. 

"I hope." she exhaled.

"Now on the hour, we have a story tied to a strange case many of you still might remember,"

The newscaster chimed through the television.

"10 years ago in 1976, eight-year-old ____ McKinney was found on the road by the McKinney family, who would later foster and adopt her that year. A little girl left abandoned and near death with the investigation on just what had happened to her left a mystery, that is perhaps until today."

Said the Newscaster.

Robin flung her towel away and rushed to the Tv, wide-eyed.

"What?" she asked.

On the screen standing in front of the mayor's office was Mr. and Mrs. McKinney. Dressed sharp but conservatively before the flashing cameras of the local news stations and papers.

"Today we learn that ____ McKinney who had been gone for a week now ran away from home after finding out information that could lead her to her birth family."

The Newscaster announced.

He turned to the pair standing beside him, Robin shook her head in disgust as she watched the plastic expressions on the faces of your parents.

"How is your family handling this news?" He asked them.

"We are taking it well, We love our daughter dearly and only wish to support her in her summer journey," said Mr.McKinney.

Mrs.McKinney leaned towards the mic, "Yes, when she called home to tell us we only had happiness and hopefulness for our dear little ____. She's a brave soul for taking this on and we wholeheartedly stand by our little girl." she said.

"Ugh, barf me out," Robin muttered glaring at the screen.

"Anything you'd like ____ to know?" The newscaster asked.

The two parents looked into the camera. "Only that we are very proud of you, honey." Mr.McKinney said.

"And you always have a home to return to, no matter what you find. We're your family, Hawkins is your family." Mrs.McKinney said in a voice sugary sweet as she played a role.

"You heard it here folks, the story of the summer. A girl on the road to find not only herself but the family she's never known and the Loving parents and town that will stand behind her. Here's to you ____ McKinney and godspeed."

The Newscaster said.

"I can not believe they are milking this." Robin scowled.

"What the hell...." Gareth murmured as he and Scott walked up the block heading for Jeff's house.

They stopped to stare at a family working together in their front yard.

The father and son stood on ladders hoisting a Banner across their roof with string. Below the mother stood with her hands on her hips, happily observing her boy's work.

"Looks great!" she cheered clapping. 

After reading the sign Gareth and Scott glanced at each other, faces twisted up in confusion.

"____ come home?" they asked simultaneously.

The words looked to have been drawn and colored in by children in a hurry.

The younger children surrounded the wife, "it's pretty!" cheered the little girl.

"Will she like it, mama? When she comes home!" called the little boy.

The wife giggled at her children and smiled, "I'm sure she would." she said.

"This is weird....how do they know ____"s gone and....what is with the banner?" Gareth asked.

Scott shook his head, "Come on, let's head to Jeff's house, maybe he knows." Scott said as the boy hurried up the street.

They'd only been home just under ten hours and things were only getting more confusing.

Joyce Byers stood in front of the Tv set, Jonathan slipped on his faded tan and navy blue plaid overshirt as he headed to the front door.

"Hey, don't you go to school with that McKinney girl?" Joyce asked, engrossed in the news story.

"Ugh, yeah." Jonathan hummed slowly.

"Why?" He asked grabbing his keys. 

Joyce pointed towards the tv, "well they're talking about her on the news." she said, turning back to Jonathan she smiled, resting her hand on her heart.

"She's gone off to follow a lead to her real family, isn't that sweet? They're calling it the summer adventure," said Joyce.

Jonathan looked towards the screen, "I don't know if I'd call it sweet, but I guess yeah it must be pretty exciting for her. Hawkins could use something positive to focus on. I guess." said Jonathan.

Leaning over he gave his mother a kiss on the cheek, "I'm off." he said heading for the door.

"Oh look Ted, it's the girl Nancy goes to school with!" Karen gasped as a picture of you was flashed on the Tv Screen.

"Sure is honey," Ted murmured, though his eyes never left his morning paper. 

Karen's face filled with concern as she listened, "Oh how sad, I hope she finds them, it'd be nice for them to form one big family wouldn't it?" Karen asked Ted.

"Mmm-hmmm" He hummed.

"Mom!" Max called out from her spot on the sofa, nearly spitting out her Count Chocula cereal.

"What is it, Max?" Susan called hurrying out from the kitchen, drying her hands on a dish towel.

"It's ____," Max said. With a hand on her hip, Susan draped the towel over her shoulder watching the Tv screen.

"So it is....that Robin girl was right wasn't she." said Susan.

"I hope she finds them," Max said glancing back at her mother, a small grin came to her face.

"It's pretty cool, I wonder where she's gone to." Max said focused on the Tv while she ate.

"What if she goes all the way to like, New York or Florida?" Max asked.

Susan giggled, "Don't send her all over the nation sweetheart." she said heading back for the kitchen.

ou can ask her all about it when she returns I'm sure." Susan hummed.

"The trackers going pretty crazy we must be close," Rick said from the passenger seat of his truck.

Gail was sound asleep in the back seat as Eddie was still at the wheel.

"Let's hope so, but I don't hear Angel's heartbeat getting any louder." Eddie said.

He side glanced with a large grimace, "it was racing early this morning though, which has me worried for a lot of reasons." Eddie murmured uneasily.

"Are we there yet?' Gail groaned sitting up and yawing wide.

"Well we crossed into East Side some time ago, but now we're just kind of driving around aimlessly." Rick stated guzzling a beer.

"When did you stop?" Gail asked, "not long after you clonked out." Eddie said.

Rick reached into a paper bag and pulled out a burrito wrapped in white paper.

"Here you go, it's not hot anymore but, you know." Rick said passing it back to Gail. 

"What's the matter can't seem to find them?" Gail asked, she quickly unwrapped the burrito and took a large bite.

"No, the tracker is a bit all over the place." Eddie said less than thrilled as he cast an irritated glance towards the homebrew radio on Rick's lap.

"It's like something is causing interference with it. Not sure what it could be it's been working just fine," said Rick.

Gail tilted her head and looked at Rick, "Anyone ever tell you it's kind of weird to see you serious and not high off your ass, Rick?" She asked.

"Hell it feels weird," Rick said.

As the old rusted truck rolled past a line of business down a simple lazy street, something caught Rick's eye. Behind the corner shop, with its sign slightly hidden behind an old lush tree, was a Motel.

And in that Motel's parking lot was...

"It's the van!" Rick shouted.

Eddie couldn't hit the break as it was a green light and he was well into the intersection.

"What?" Eddie asked.

"It was Kali's crew's van, you gotta make a U-turn!" Rick shouted. 

"You're sure? I didn't see anything?" Eddie asked.

"Uh yeah, because you got your peepers stuck on the road as any good driver should." Rick said.

"The tracker didn't pick anything up." said Gail.

"I know what I saw, maybe Angel stepped out somewhere else, or this damn thing is broken." Rick reasoned.

Eddie headed up the block until he could make a U-turn.

"Now slow down" Rick instructed.

Eddie leaned forward and squinted his eyes.

"You see that store, behind it in the motel parking lot." said Rick.

Gail looked out the small back window squinting herself, "I see it!" she gasped.

"Where?" Eddie asked, eyes darting around. 

"You're not that blind, there. Oh just turn here," said Rick.

Eddie did as he was told and turned down the side street. As they passed the corner shop the Motel came into view.

Eddie's eyes landed on the familiar beat-up white Van and he grinned.

"You were right," he said.

"Of course I was right," Rick said with a roll of his eyes.

Eddie parked his Van as quickly as he could.

"You're in two spaces." Gail said.

"Yeeeeah, don't care." Eddie said breathily.

He unbuckled himself from his seat and hopped out of the vehicle in a rush, Jogging towards the Motel. He scanned the rooms.

"It's got to be over twenty rooms here, how do we know which one they're in?" Gail asked.

"We can ask the desk," Rick suggested.

"I doubt they used their actual names," Eddie said.

"Well, we can give them a description of who we're looking for." Rick pushed.

"Rick, look at this place, I don't think they'll just give away the whereabouts of someone like that. They look like they might get shifty characters often." Gail reasoned.

"So knock on all the doors, right." Eddie said heading off.

"Aht! no, you don't!" Rick called reaching out to grab Eddie's wrist.

"What? It's the only other option." Eddie protested.

"Uh no, I shouldn't be the one thinking clearly here." Rick said, He pointed to the white van, "They gotta leave out that room sometime, we just sit out here and wait." he said.

"Rick's right, one of them is bound to stick their head out so to speak." said Gail.

Eddie heaved a big dramatic sigh, "fine," he groaned begrudedly.

"For the record, I hate just being stuck doing nothing, and it's becoming a bit of a habit." He complained.

Rick reached into the bed of his truck and tossed Eddie a beer, "Shut up and drink this, you need it more than I do." Rick muttered.

Meanwhile, inside the Motel room, you stood amidst the steam filled bathroom feeling born anew in fresh clothes. You smiled, even with all the bad that was happening around you, you could finally breathe.

you didn't have to worry about looking polished, and you could wear plain clothes that were easy to relax in.

Yes, you were still looking over your shoulder, "but your fears aren't living with you." you thought.

Wiping away the steam dew from the mirror your smile fell, "There are so many people missing though for this to feel right." you thought.

It wasn't the same without Robin, or the guys, or.....

You bit your lip, "people don't mean this much to you in a couple of weeks do they?" you thought side glancing.

"He makes me feel like a creep some days, he's never not on my mind." you thought with a sigh.

Leaning forward you looked intothe eyes of your reflection.

"I wonder where you are." you thought.

Turning your back to the mirror you gathered your towel and dirty clothes before exiting the bathroom.

"Feeling better?" Kali asked from her place on the bed.

You gave a grateful nod, "like new money."

Axel held up a stack of the money they'd counted and bundled "or stacks and stacks of old money." he said. 

You laughed lightly, "at least they're good company it's hard to be too upset around them." you thought.

"Who's next?" you asked.

"You and Angel are the only ones who really need to get dressed." Doris laughed.

You looked over your friends perplexed.

"Far too much has happened when you don't notice a whole room of people have changed clothes and smell worlds better." Amy laughed.

Angel tossed a towel over his shoulder and headed for the bathroom, "cut her some slack, she's been through some shit." He murmured before closing the door behind him.

"You know there is a diner across the street if your hungry." Mick said, holding a couple of bills out to you.

"Is it ok?" you asked timidly taking the stolen money.

"Oh you're just painful." Axel laughed. "It's fine, it's not like anyone can tell it's stolen, Sugarplum." He said.

"She's got a lot to learn ease up Axel," Mick warned.

"Is it ok for me to go alone? What if they're watching from somewhere?" you asked.

"Are you scared?" Kali asked.

You smiled and gave a nod, "I have no issues admitting I'm spooked as hell right now." you thought to yourself.

Kali sighed and got to her feet, "I can go with you." she offered.

"We should probably wait for Angel, he hasn't eaten either." you suggested.

You gazed at thesoft rays of sun coming through the window, "after being in that place and then next to Iceberg Angel, the sun would be nice." you thought before announcing, "I'll wait outside."

Below by the Truck Eddie leaned against the rusty bucket of a car and quietly drank his beer, eyes scanning the doors to the Motel. 

His eyes fell on a door as it slowly opened, "my luck is not that good." Eddie thought casting his eyes away.

You leaned on the black metal railing of the upstairs walkway and exhaled, breathing in the fresher air. It was the city, so it wasn't the greatest, but anything was better than the air in that room.

The warmth on your skin was rejuvinating in it's own way as well.

"That rooms actually pretty dusty. Maybe Kali will let me go out and buy a duster or...something." you murmured.

"Um...Eddie?" Gail questioned, tapping his shoulder from where she sat in the bed of the truck.

"Yeah?" He asked.

"You're slipping." She said with a snigger as she pointed over his shoulder.

"But soft!" she recited in a dramatic whisper, "what light through yonder er, Balcony? breaks?" Starting out strong it turned into a questioning act.

Gail caved, "Look I can't turn Shakespear into a roach motel setting at all" Gail said flatly. 

"Your Juilet is right over there Romeo." she said with a smirk.

Eddie quickly turned around, his eyes going up to the second level of rooms. It was only your back, but it couldn't have been anyone else.

Eddie's smile fell away from him as he whirled around to face Gail.

"What if she's not happy that I'm here?" He asked gripping the ledge of the truck bed. 

Worried eyes bore holes into Gail's face as Eddie leaned toward her in his panic.

"What if,  that's not even actually her? And I go up there and it's just some random girl and she calls the cops?" He asked.

Gail's gaze on him read "really?" as she rolled her eyes.

"Eddie it's clearly her. Alright. Yeah, she might be pissed to see you, but she's gonna be happy too." Gail said.

"You think?" Eddie asked.

"Probably...maybe." she said.

"Not comforting," Eddie sang in annoyance.

You turned to look over the horizon when your eyes fell on a tangled mop of deep brown hair and a black t-shirt that had been wrinkled to hell and back.

He stood speaking with a girl in the back of a truck, and your eyes became large. 

"Eddie?" you questioned shouting out to the parking lot.

Eddie's panicked questions cut to instant silence as he held his breath. Turning around sharply with his arms folded across his chest he leaned against the truck awkwardly, A sheepish grin painted on his face.

"Um..." He hummed untucking his hand from his arm he waved, "yeah," he called out up you.

A smile brightened on your face as you started to laugh lightly, leaning against the railing.

Eddie exhaled as his eyes fixated on that smile, "so you're not mad?" he called up to you, walking across the parking lot.

You shook her head, "I should be." you said.

Resting your arms on the railing you laid your chin down, watching him below you. A feeling warmer and more conforting than the sunlight settling over you.

"I can't be," you murmured.

Eddie gave you a tilted smile, "I brought a few other stowaways," Eddie said pointing his thumb over his shoulder.

You looked up to find Gail and Rick waving at you, you returned it and headed for the stairs.

Eddie walked along your path from the ground level to meet you at the stairs.

As you r feet hit the bottom step, you looked up at Eddie a guilty smile on your face.

Hiding his arms behind his back Eddie rocked on his heels, "If you just rush in and hug her now, it might feel desperate." he could almost imagine Gail's voice in his head. 

"Like you're not desperate," chimed a little devil on his shoulder in what was Rick's voice.

"Isn't that only supposed to be like....a cartoon thing, and...why don't they sound like me?" Eddie thought.

As Eddie mentally shook his head to clear out his thoughts, arms found their way around him slowly.

Your heart was racing, "you did not just...." your mind screamed while you rested your ear against his chest, hugging him lightly.

Biting your lip you tried to hold still the grin that threatened to form at the sound of his heart speeding up for the shortest moment.

Eddie's arms found their way around you as well, "You shouldn't run away if you're just going to miss me later you know." He teased quietly.

He gave you a squeeze, both happy and mortified for the contact.

"You've been cramped up in a truck and van for several days." Eddie thought to himself.

"And here she smells like fresh soap and...." Eddie took a sneaky sniff at your hair.

"Twinkies?" Eddie questioned out loud.

You giggled, "Amy stole a case full, the whole room smells like year-old dust and twinkies."

Eddie looked down at you and laughed a bit himself, "So you're saying I've missed the good shit?" he asked.

"____ where'd you -" Angel's voice called out, he fell silent as he peered over the railing to the stairs, hair dripping wet leaving droplets on the sidewalk below.

"- so you found your way." Angel murmured the emotion gone from his voice as he watched Eddie.

Eddie tightened his arms around you, "yeah, we did." He answered glancing back towards the Truck where Rick and Gail started to make their way over.

"Then come on up, I'm sure you smell like hell." Angel shot, turning back to head for the room.

Eddie rolled his eyes. and you covered your mouth as you tried to fight laughter.

"He's right isn't he?" Eddie asked sucking in his lips.

You gave a nod and the laughter came through, "I'm so sorry!" she said quieting it down.

You took Eddie's hand and lead him and the others back up the steps.

"So.....we're letting them stay now?" Axel asked

Gail sat poisedwhile she quietly munched on a twinkie and watched as Amy devoured several.

"It's like there's no actual bottom to the gut." Angel murmured.

You sat before Mick who worked to fix your hair. 

You suddenly felt little again, "I wonder if this is what it's like to have a sister?" you thought.

Eddie chuckled to himself at the content look on your face.

"I might have been a little too worried." He thought, watching how well you interacted with them all.

"She seems happy here." He thought.

"It's better now that you've shown up, funny enough,"

Doris said into Eddie's mind.

He looked at her with irritation,

"Do you just pop into people's minds without an invitation?"

He thought right back.

Doris shrugged,

"Hey sometimes you get free porn that way."

She thought to him.

Eddie just stared at her, "I don't even want to think about that." He muttered out loud.

"Think about that?" you asked.

"You don't wanna know." Eddie said quickly. 

You watch him confused and Eddie sighed, "Doris is being gross." He said.

Doris scowled, "I am not, if you could pop into people's minds you'd be doing the same thing." Doris said crossing her arms.

Eddie thought for a minute, "...yeah you're not wrong..." He muttered.

As your mouth opened to ask further about it, Angel shook his head, "leave it fairy, you don't want to understand." He snickered, yousimply shrugged.

"My question?" Axel chimed in.

"Huh?" Mick asked.

"Are they staying now?" Axel asked.

"That's up to ____. It's something she will have to live with more than any of the rest of us. They're her friends, and here for her." Kali responded.

You too a tenative glance at Eddie and Gail, loud poor singing came from the bathroom which caused you to giggle, breaking the weight you'd felt develope.

You didn't know Rick yourself, but in an odd way, he was growing on you.

Meanwhile, Eddie's eyes tried to shovel holes into the side of your head. 

Turning to look at him you held back a laugh.

"I'm gonna stare at you, just like this, until you say yes." He said his face void of expression as he trained his gaze on you in the form of an intense stare.

Something like a cat watching a moth flutter around.

"Eddie stop it." Gail warned.

"No." Eddie said dryly.

Funshine nearly choked on his drink, "Little man's not blinking or anything!" He laughed.

You frowned carefully, trying to mask the smirk that wanted to replace it.

"No, Eddie." you were blunt.

His eyes grew wide and his mouth fell open, "As in no, no? Or no Eddie you need to stop staring...no?" Eddie questioned, hopefully. 

You turned and looked clear through him, "as in No." you repeated.

Amy looked between you two nervously, as did Gail.

A pitiful look sqcralled Eddie's face and you started waving your arms about in front of you. He looked like he would cry at any minute.

"oh, nono no - don't look like that I was messing with you! I'm sorry!" you gasped words flying out so fast you swore you bit your tongue, twice.

Gail fell onto her back on the floor and held her gut, "Ah haha! poor little Eddie, oh my god that faaaace!"

Eddie's cheeks flush a soft shade of pink.

Angel smirked, "that was gold." He said.

"No one asked you Pete." Eddie muttered.

You got up from where you sat by Mick and gave Eddie a hug.

Eddie sat stiff and refused to return or accept it, turning his head to look away from everyone.

"Oh come on, it was a good one." you muttered.

"It was mean and you know it." Eddie shot, his eyes thinning into a halfhearted glare. 

You looked up at him, trying to read his face. part of you was sure he was trying to use your own trick against you. But the other half wasn't so sure, maybe you'd pushed it.

After all, you could still remember how it felt to leave him behind.

A moment passed and Eddie stole a glance your way and you caught him.

"Well if you're that mad you don't have to stay." Kali chimed a knowing smirk on her face.

"I didn't say that," Eddie said quickly.

"Well then what do you want? I said I was sorry," you asked carefully.

Angel rolled his eyes, "Enter terrible attempt at flirtation, in T-minus one, two...." He sighed.

Eddie leaned forward and placed a quick kiss on your lips.

It caused you to squeak, peering down at you Eddie grinned, "Even now." He said nearly purring as you glowered up at him.

"So," Eddie sighed.

"I can stay?" he asked his brows raising hopefully with a twinkle in his eyes.

You exhaled and looked into his eyes, "Eddie really shouldn't...remember what he made you see in that place." you thought. 

A vivid memory of your waking nightmare, you could feel the thud on the mattress and hear the sounds of pain, remember the color draining from his skin and -

You shut her eyes tight feeling them begin to water, "It wasn't real," you spoke in a craven whisper.

The twinkle in Eddie's eyes was quickly replaced with worry, "what wasn't real?" He asked carefully.

His soft question shook you free from the memory as you cleared your throat

"Nothing," you sighed, after hesitating for a moment longer you came to a decision, You, you can stay."

"You don't sound sure," said Kali.

You turned to her and shook your head, "because I'm not." you confessed struggling to smile.

"But if we don't let him he's just going to keep coming back." you reasoned.

"Like a bad cough." Angel muttered.

"Or a volatile itch," Doris added in.

"Like a toothache," said Amy.

"Okay!" Eddie shouted, "I get it!" he scowled.

You held your ear, his shout had been awfully close to it.

"Ow," you murmured. 

Axel looked towards the bathroom, "dude has been in there nearly thirty minutes." He said.

"Rick bathes like a teenage girl." Angel explained, "it doesn't help that he's probably blazing it in there as well." He added.

"He smokes in the shower?" Mick asked.

"Says it helps him contemplate life," Gail said.

"Says that's what showers are for," said Eddie as the three of them shared a short laugh.

"So what's the actual plan?" Gail asked.

"Well, first to reach Engelwood here in Chicago. We've an old hide out there, It's quiet, everybody minds their own business and it's perfect if we're going to work out ____'s abilities." Kali said.

"On the way, we gather more supplies, and we do the same thing in between gathering information on the Lab, Loxion, and training ____." Doris chimed in.

"H-how are you going to train her?" Eddie asked.

"Bad memories are usually the most effective. Nothing like what Franchesca was doing though. ____ just needs to call  upon a memory that makes her mad, or sad, and it, in theory, should help her tap into the part of her that she needs." Kali said.

"Admittedly..." Kali murmured.

"What?" Amy asked.

Doris sighed, "That only worked on Lab kids and Me. It should work on ____, still but we've no real way of knowing. She's natural not made." she said.

"So was I, you too." Angel said to Doris. "And it still worked on us. Anger is a powerful thing." He murmured.

"I'm not sure I want to have to rehash old wounds every time I want to tap into these powers." You said quietly, "That sounds like more harm than good."

"Music worked didn't it?" Eddie asked looking about the room.

"I might not have the full band anymore. But," He looked to Angel who raised his head, eyes slipping over to Gail.

"Angel can play and Gails got pipes and some experience in drums," Eddie said.

"Now when he says 'some' it's very much some." Gail muttered and then sighed, "but I will do whatever I can." she offered.

Angel smirked, "I'm more than happy to serenade the fairy into her strength." He said.

Eddie tossed him a look, "yeah and I'm the one with bad pickup lines." Eddie said with a hard roll of his eyes.

"I don't think a serenade would do anything, besides put me to sleep," you said with a sheepish smile.

"Our lady says make it -" Eddie drew in a deep breath.

"distance ____!" Gail shouted in warning, but she caught it too late. 

"Loooooooud!"

Eddie's voice shot up in a sharp songful roar of a scream.

You felt as if you'd become an Acme cartoon character, as your hair and skin blew back and stayed there.

You looked up at him with wide eyes, silently blinking.  Everyone in the room laughed.

Eddie smirked down at you proud of causing the current expression on your face. The hair on your arms and neck stood up tall, and your heart pounded as if it'd ripped through your chest.

Angel scowled, "Shameless show horse," He spat.

Eddie looked up at him flashing a mockingly sweet grin, "You want me to prance about for you?" Eddie asked, "Once around the ring?"

Doris chuckled, "Now look what you've done, You might have shocked the life out of her." She said as you still sat quietly.

"It's not shock, or not...that kind of shock." you thought.

Eddie laughed lightly "Oh, that's not shock," He teased.

Ignoring the heated jitters that had taken over your body you scowled and gave Eddie a little push, "You Noid."

"I felt that," you muttered.

Eddie's eyes grew wide and then faded down into a grin. He looked you up and down, "Seriously?" He asked.

Amy glanced up to the top of Myrtle's hair, she snickered and pointed, "a few hairs are floating, look." she said.

You tried to smooth down the top quickly.

"You have to be careful, around her. Until she learns more about her abilities, it's very possible that they can be triggered or overcharged." Kali advised.

"Was it bad?" Eddie asked.

You glanced off, voicing stiffly, "no."

"It's just a little surprising." you said, "it doesn't hurt or anything, feelings vary. Like in the Hideout it was just...overwhelming. Like too much water in a kettle and it was going to boil over. And when you all helped me when I was behind the gate it was warm and soothing." you explained.

"And now?" Eddie asked trying to fight the smirk trembling on his face.

You glared at him.

"Your mean eyes are about as sharp as a butter knife you know." He laughed.  "Like-"

"I am rejuvenated! Let's get the day started!" Rick announced as he exited the bathroom.

"You're a moron." Gail shot.

"A clean and clear Moron." He hummed.

Along with the steam that floated out the bathroom door came the faint scent of Maraunja.

You tilted your head, "so he's always like this?" you asked.

"Pretty much." Angel sighed.

Eddie sighed and tore his eyes away from you.

"Not getting an answer then." he thought to himself. "She's great at avoiding answers." He thought mildly annoyed.

"We need to get food into ____ and Angel, they haven't ate yet," Funshine said. 

Amy reached for her stack of Twinkies.

"Nobody wants those things Amy." Angel shot. 

"She did." Amy said pointing at Gail who was quietly opening her fourth one.

"What...they're good ok? Can't a living dead girl have some sweets?" Gail muttered taking a large bite.

"I've never had one," You said and Amy appeared instantly mortified. 

"Those bastards kept you from twinkies!" Amy released in a horrified gasp. 

"What rock did you live under?" Mick asked.

You side glanced, "It was a house rule, no junk food in the house." She said.

"Lair," Eddie said.

"It's true." you pushed. 

"No, it's not you don't look at people when you lie." He reasoned.

Amy went off, "and you could have still had one outside of the house - Those mother f-" 

"Hey! Language!" Rick shouted.

"Fuck you, I'm 17 and will say what the fuck I want!" Amy raged.

Rick threw his hands up in the air in surrender.

Amy's eyes narrowed furiously, "Those mother fuckers, are keeping you fit for your... 'jobs' aren't they?" Amy asked, her voice lowered a few octaves as venting at Rick calmed her down.

"Amy." you spoke carefully, voice strained and gritting, "Drop. It." you warned.

Kali studied you carefully, "she's right. We all have things we want to keep in the dark. This will only work with all of us if we respect boundaries." she spoke out.

"Anyway, everyone take time to get ready we will head for Englewood in an hour or so." Kali had successfully diffused the situation.

Most people in the room were glad to avoid whatever had just happened, But Amy still held a long worried scowl on her face as she watched you get up and pull the money Mick had given you out of your pocket.

"Angel, you hungry?" you asked. 

Angel simply stood up.

"Eddie, Gail, Rick?" you offered.

"God, yes please, that cold burrito was nasty," Gail said hopping to her feet.

"I could eat." Eddie hummed.

The four of them looked to Rick, "Give me about ten minutes til the munchies kick in." He laughed.

"Then you can go get food on your own time, we're out," Angel said heading for the door.

In the diner, you hid behind your menu while the other three chatted with each other.

"Why are you hiding?" Angel asked. He'd taken notice some time ago, but he could no longer bite his tongue about it. 

"There's a bunch of old people looking at us." you said glancing in the direction of the elderly.

"I can't tell if we're  bothering them or...." you murmured.

Gail and Eddie looked about, "she's not wrong." Eddie said while Gail laughed.

"They're trying to figure out who's paired with who." Gail hummed.

"I know that look, my grandma used to watch couples just like that." she said.

"But none of us are," you said.

Eddie frowned, "Okay, ouch." He muttered, rubbing his chest.

You looked up at him "We're friends."

 "We kissed," Eddie said, "for, a long time." He added.

"That isn't 'together' that's just kissing." Angel jumped in.

Eddie's eyes thinned and the corners of his mouth tipped down, "We've got a date planned for when we get back home." Eddie said.

"Yeah? And that's not steady, is it? It hasn't even happened yet. If she thinks it's friendship let it be." Angel reasoned.

"You've got your hand in the ring, Angel, you have no say in this." Gail sighed, she turned to look at you, "But Eddie's right, you two crossed the friendship line already." she said.

You stole a glance at Eddie who held a dejected look in his eyes.  You could almost feel the silent grumbling in his head.

Eddie peered down at you with a blank gaze.

"Stop being moody," Gail told Eddie.

"Stop being bossy. I think I'm well within my rights to sulk." Eddie grumbled.

"I'm sorry," you said lowering your eyes to the menu.

"I don't know how any of this works. I'm not the dating kind. I've had crushes...well....a crush, and it wasn't a big one..." you confessed, "All I know about this is what I've read and-"

"And if I'm competing with the lovers of Middle Earth I've got nooo chance whatsoever." Eddie thought.

"Wait who was your crush?" Gail asked with a grin leaning forward.

"And there goes the queen of gossip." Angel sighed looking into his menu.

You glanced at Eddie, he was already upset and you didn't want to make it worse.

Gail followed your gaze and laughed softly, "oh forget him,  he's a big boy." she said waving Eddie off.

"I'm," He lulled almost bashfully, "kinda curious too, what kind of guy does ____ McKinney go for?" He asked.

You bit your lip, "S-steve Har-"

Eddie groaned loudly and fell to the side, laying on the seat of the window booth.

"Please be kidding!" He said with his voice raised.

"Please god be kidding." He muttered.

You watched Eddie with wide eyes. 

Angel looked nauseous at first but soon brushed his hair back and shrugged.

"Leaves me in better shape than you, Munson. At least I have the hair for it." He said with a smirk leaning onto the table.

Gail's eyes were screaming themselves.

"I-is his hair still" Gail stammered moving her hands around the top of her head as if trying to explain the way Steve's hair looked.

"Worse now," Eddie said still laying down, his hands now covering his face.

Your face tightened with embarassment. "It's not his looks ok, it wasn't a big crush. It was more like, I wanted the way he looked at his girlfriends." you tried to explain quickly.

"What like he wanted to get in their pants?" Angel snickered.

"Anyone can look at a person like that." said Gail

"N-no! not like that, that's not how Steve looked at them," you pressed thrown on the offensive.

Eddie sat back up and peered at you intently, "So explain?"

You tried to fight the embarrassment, "can't we order now?" you asked staring hard at your menu. "I know what I want," she added.

Angel rose his hand and flagged down the waitress, "You're not getting out of this." He said to you.

You sank into the seat with a soft groan.

Once the group had ordered and the waitress walked away all eyes turned back to you.

"Spill," Gail pushed.

You looked down at your hands and exhaled in defeat.

"So I had a crush on Steve because he always looks at his girlfriends like they're irreplaceable, precious you know? Yeah, he changes them quickly but you can tell he's looking for something. It really sank in around the time he and Nancy Wheeler became the thing. The way they look at each other - I'm sure plenty of guys have a crush on her for the same reasons now. To just have someone look at you that way." you rambled your confession.

Gail chuckled, "a look isn't always genuine." she said.

Eddie watched you in silence, "is that all?" he wondered quietly to himself, his gaze softened on you and Gail shook her head.

"You're pretty blind then aren't you?" Gail asked you as she looked at Eddie.

Angel's hands hovered interface with each other in front of his mouth as he too watched you.

You finally looked up as the food was set before them.

"Thank god I'm starving," Gail said quickly taking up her fork.

You gave a choked laugh as your eyes starting to water.

"Why are you crying now Fairy?" Angel questioned brows knitting together.

"I'm not crying," you stated quickly.

Eddie leaned to get a good look at your face, "you are a little misty there," he said.

You rolled your eyes.

"She's just sentimental," Gail said.

"Your own speech did that?" Angel snickered.

"No, it's not the- I was just thinking, this is nice," you muttered stuffing a fork full of food into your mouth.

"Can't talk with your mouth full." you thought hopefully.

The other three looked at each other in confusion but decided to shrug it off and continue with their meals.

You sat in the bed of Rick's truck letting your hand surf the wind as you rode along. Eddie sat beside you with his arm resting over your shoulders.

"I somehow expected Chicago to be more impressive," Eddie stated looking about.

"We're still not in the heart of it really," you said.

You laughed to yourself and looked around, "still more interesting than Hawkins."

"That's not a hard competition to win." Eddie said.

Leaning towards you, he smiled, "If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be?" He asked.

You thought hard for a moment. "Anywhere?" you asked.

Eddie nodded watching your facial expression change as you were busy thinking. It was more than amusing to him, and his smile grew with every new face you pulled.

"Don't think too hard." He laughed.

"That is a lot of placed to choose from." you sighed in defeat.

A lightbulb went off in your eyes as you turned to Eddie grinning, "Everywhere." you said.

Eddie laughed loudly, "I'm not sure that's possible." He said.

"Sure it is, I can backpack across the world, and stay long enough to earn the money to trek to my next home." you reasoned. 

"That actually sounds pretty cool." He said, "Got enough room for another wanderer?" He asked.

You smiled "of course," you said.

"Then where to first?" Eddie asked, resting his head on yours.

"The beach, I want to see the ocean for real, not just in pictures and on Tv. That endless horizon makes it look like everything is infinite," you said adding, "I want to smell it and feel it on my skin."

"Wiggle your toes in the sand and hope a little sand crab doesn't latch on." Eddie chuckled.

You shrugged, "Spiders like me, I don't think I'll have to worry about a few little sand crabs. They're cousins after all."

"You really like spiders don't you?" Eddie asked.

You gave a heartfelt nod, "They're so beautiful."

"I don't know about that." Eddie laughed, "But they're cool looking I guess." He said.

"Maybe that should be my next Tat." Eddie murmured, "what's your favorite spider?" He asked.

"Atrax robustus" you said.

Eddie looked at you in shock at how fast the answer came out.

"Um...what?" he asked.

"The Syndey funnel web spider. I've seen them in books, they're dangerous so, I don't think I'll ever see one in person. But - if I travel the world, who knows." you said.

"Dangerous? Worse than a Widow?" Eddie asked.

Much." you replied.

He shook his head, "Most harmless girl in the world has an affinity for creepy crawlies that can kill you - figure that one out." Eddie sighed.

"They're cute." you defended.

"The Atrax is this really shiny black or blood red, like they're made from leather, and they have big puffy pinchers," You said holding your hands up to your face to mimic them.

Eddie laughed, "Leather huh? Metal spiders?" he asked.

You held your head high, "I think they'd fit in a Black Sabbath audience just fine."

A small smile crept on Eddie's face, "and what would you know about Black Babbath?" He asked.

"Your mixtape." you shrugged.

Eddie blushed and rubbed his nose, "you gave it a longer listen then?" he asked.

"Uh huh to prepare for the trip." you said.

"And did you, well, did you like it?" He asked.

"Yes," you said turning to to face him "Can you play the opening to whatever track nine was?" you asked.

Eddie laughed, "Supernaut? My sweet turtle, I can play it in my sleep" Eddie boasted a puckish grin tilting on his lips and a confident sparkle in his eyes, which were a richer shade of brown in the mid-morning sun.

He wore his ego on his face, and it made heat flush into your cheeks and a whirlwind of butterflies everywhere else.

"You've been suffering from butterflies since he got here." you thought, turning to look away.

Eddie leaned forward and tilted his head to keep her gaze, "you know hiding won't make that feeling go away." He teased quietly. 

You looked at him from the corner of your eye, looking him up and down.

"That's not helping," you said, as his face was so close that the tip of his nose nearly brushed against your cheek.

Eddie's grin grew as he tilted his head more, "maybe I'm not trying to help." He hummed.

"Ease off Munson!" Angel called sliding open the little window from the back seat.

Eddie huffed and rolled his eyes, looking back into the window, He pulled you closer by your shoulders and rubbed his cheek against the top of your head, "or what Angel?" he asked.

"Petey jealous?" Eddie said in baby talk.

You internally screamed, "guys stop it!" you gasped pushing Eddie away carefully. You glared at both of them causing the guys to laugh.

"How much further do we have to go." you sighed sinking down into the bed of the truck, laying to look up at the sky before you covered your face with your hands.

"Ugh." You groaned,  "they're too much for one person." you thought with a sigh.

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30. Too quick, mumbled into your scarf - for whoever you feel inspired :)

Maybe read this one first, for some context. Back we go to the College!AU! ;)

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"Well, that was… an adventure," Theron said as he pulled into the student parking in front of the dorms. Thank every power that existed that the campus had cleared off the parking lot during the Christmas break in anticipation of students returning for the winter term. Xaja hadn't been looking forward to trying to dig out a parking spot for Theron's car.

"They say college is the best time to experiment with adventures like that," she cheekily pointed out as she started gathering up her things.

Theron snorted a laugh. "This is true. And the company for said adventure was good too. Convenient that we're both in Coronet City and can just carpool home for breaks."

"Reading week, we'll take my car instead," Xaja nodded with a grin. She eyed the temperature readout on her phone, then sighed and started wrapping her scarf back around her neck. "Have I mentioned how much I hate winter?"

"I think you bitched about all things winter during that night in the Motel Sketchyville," Theron laughed. "Please note that I wasn't disagreeing on any of your valid and accurate points." He turned the car off, and the sounds of Best Of Bon Jovi vanished, replaced with howling wind outside the car. "Honestly, I'm just pleasantly surprised we didn't get stranded there again on the way back to campus."

"What, you didn't want to spend another night cuddling away hypothermia?" Xaja asked with a grin, desperately hoping she was hiding how much she had enjoyed being in such close proximity to the cutest guy at school.

"You do make a good cuddle buddy," Theron smirked, although Xaja thought he was blushing for a moment. Maybe it was just the cold that lent a red tinge to his cheeks. "But I think any time spent there increases the odds of bedbugs."

"Ewww. Yeah, nothing is worth that risk." Xaja shuddered and adjusted her scarf in preparation for braving the January weather outside the car. "Still though, I think I'm in love with you after that," she added, her voice a quick mumble behind her scarf before she quite realized what she was saying.

Theron paused in the middle of opening his door. "Sorry, what was that?" he asked, quirking a brow.

"Uhh… I was just saying thank you for that," Xaja quickly said. "For the carpooling, and the hypothermia cuddles, and everything." She was grateful that the scarf hid how she was blushing as red as her hair.

"Oh! Yeah, don't mention it." Theron winked. "Happy to do anything for a good friend like you." He opened his door wide enough to step out, and promptly cussed as he set foot in an ankle-deep snowdrift. "Fuck blizzards!"

He just thinks of me as a friend, even after spooning me all night in that motel. And he didn't try to kiss me or anything… That shouldn't have hurt so badly, but it did. Xaja sighed and blinked back a tear of frustration, then opened her own door to exit the car. "Agreed," she grumbled. "And fuck Lana for taking the best parking spot by the door!"

Theron growled his agreement as he started hauling his suitcase out of the trunk of his car, followed by Xaja's bag. "Because of course she would. I got your bag, if you want to get the door."

"Thank you!" Hiking her backpack up over her shoulder, Xaja hurried to the dormitory door, swiped her access card, and held the door open long enough for Theron to wrangle both suitcases inside. "You got those okay?"

"Yep. What'd you pack in here, weights?" Theron grunted as he pushed both suitcases into the hallway leading to their separate rooms.

"Only the essentials – flat iron, hair dryer, backup shoes, a few books…" Xaja giggled at Theron's expression. "What?"

"All that for two weeks at home over Christmas? Yikes." Shaking his head, Theron let Xaja take her own suitcase back, then followed her down the hall. "I'm gonna call my dad, let him know we made it back okay. See you at dinnertime?"

"You bet." Xaja hesitated in front of her door, then impulsively stretched up to kiss Theron's cheek. "Thank you again for everything with this trip, Theron."

Theron seemed to completely short-circuit, blinking as he lightly touched his cheek where Xaja had pecked him. "I, uh… yeah, no problem. You're welcome in my car anytime." He gave Xaja a smile, then quickly let himself into his and Jonas' dorm room, leaving only snowy footprints in his wake.

Nicely done. You just completely fucked that up. Sighing, Xaja let herself into her own room. Kira wasn't back yet; it gave Xaja the chance to kick off her boots, flop across her mattress, and silently berate herself for being way too forward and pushy with a guy who only considered her to be a friend. If Theron liked her as more than a friend, he would have said something months ago, right? Or he would have made a move on her during their roadtrip. You completely just ruined things with a good friend, you idiot!

She didn't see Theron lean back against his own door once it had safely closed and touch his cheek again, then elatedly fist-pump in the privacy of his roommate-free room, fighting the urge to triumphantly yell that the girl of his dreams did like him.

Unless that was just something that girls did with their close friends of any gender… That thought made Theron pause and frown. Maybe Xaja did only view him as a good friend. If she liked him, wouldn't she have said something in the motel after their night of snuggling? He supposed he should just be grateful she'd let him spoon her all night.

But for now, he was going to embrace this elation, and entertain the thought of his crush returning his feelings for her.

#thanks for the ask! #kel answers prompts a million years later #honekitteh #theron/xaja #swtor #alternate universe #college!au #slow burn #mutual pining #mutually pining idiots #THESE TWO

[mesillusionssousecstasy]

TSITP 2x08 - "Love Triangle" : Quotes (part. III)

"- Fuck, it just added another half hour to our ETA. (Jeremiah) - Oh, my God, seriously? (Belly) - Maybe we should get off and take a back road or something? (Jeremiah) - Back roads will be worse. Once the storm band passes by, the roads will start to clear up. And, plus, I'm having so much fun. I don't know about you guys. (Conrad) - What do you want to do, Belly? (Jeremiah) - Yeah, what do you want, Bells? (Conrad) - Actually, I'm starving and I have to pee, and I'd rather not drown in this car. (Belly) - I changed my vote. Hangry Belly is a natural disaster that I think we might want to avoid. (Conrad) - Okay, great, right. I'll, uh, get off, I guess. (Jeremiah) (...) - Oh, my God. Fuck. Great. (Jeremiah) - Don't waste your money, buddy. She likes these better. (Conrad) - They're practically the same. (Jeremiah) -> Come on, her best friend of almost 20 years doesn't know what she likes. Doesn't make sense. - Not to Belly. She thinks Swedish Fish taste like candles. She likes sour. (Conrad) - Why do you even care? (Jeremiah) - I don't. (Conrad) - That's bullshit. (Jeremiah) - You still want these? (Cashier) - Ye-Yes, Yes. (Jeremiah) - Okay. I tried to warn him. (Conrad) - Why are you acting like this? (Jeremiah) - Relax, you big fucking baby. I'm just messing with you. (Conrad) - Nineteen seventeen. (Cashier) - Do you still like her? Because I do. All right? I like her and I never stopped. (Jeremiah) - You boys hear they're shutting down the highway? There's a motel down the road if you need a place to bunk up. (Cashier) - Thanks. (Jeremiah) (...) - What'd you get? Ooh, Sour Patch. My favorite. (Belly) - Oh, I could, uh... (Jeremiah) - No, no, it's-it's okay. I got 'em for me. (Jeremiah) - Okay. Is everything okay? (Belly) - No. Uh, the highway's shutting down. The guy inside told us. Um, he said there was a motel nearby if we wanted to stay there, instead of here. (Jeremiah) - Whatever. (Conrad) - Fine by me. (Belly) (...) - Don't know what to say. It's just the one room. If you don't want it, I have a trucker on hold that does (Hotel clerk). - No, no, no, no. Uh, we will take it. Thank you. (Belly) - You guys go ahead, I'll catch up. (Conrad) - What are you gonna do? (Jeremiah) - Just gonna make some calls. Didn't get a chance to say goodbye to anybody, so... (Conrad) - Okay." (Belly)

#tsitp s2 #tsitp #tsitp 2x08 #tsitp quotes #tsitp season 2 #the summer i turned pretty #belly x jeremiah #belly x jeremiah x conrad

[luke-o-lophus]

Fly Me to The Moon

(Marc Spector/gn!Reader)

TW: angst, comfort, canon-accurate conversation of suicidal behaviour, no y/n

Summary: For all you knew, Marc had died in Egypt in a mission gone wrong. Then he swoops back into your life, and tensions are high.

You had long given up hopes of ever seeing Marc again, much less amidst the red sands of Wadi Rum desert. While you're faring poorly against a gang of arms smugglers. Alone, injured, near defenseless deep in Jordan, you weren't expecting Marc to swoop in like a literal knight in shining armour.

He fights with a rage you hadn't seen, and a near complete lack of self preservation. While you pant on your hands and knees, his figure has you wrapped in his silvery cloak while bullets and knifes dug into him. But when the mask unravels and both sets of eyes blow wide with recognition, they bear no signs of pain.

He gathers you in his arms before you can even gasp in surprise. "You're not supposed to lone wolf missions like this", he hisses, hand pressed to a series of bleeding gashes on your arm, white suit drawing back to nothingness. "And you're supposed to be dead", you snap back.

The ride to the motel is quiet, the tension so thick it's suffocating. Without a sound of protest, you let him lead you to a room, sit you down, and get his first aid box. But when he takes out an antiseptic swab and warns you of the sting, you can't take it anymore. "Stop pretending this is normal", you seethe, holding up a hand to stop him in his tracks.

"You will argue now, when you're risking infection?", his tone is incredulous. You snatch the swab from him and press it on your broken skin with unwarranted force,"I risked plenty of infections the past ten months, thanks for caring now."

He lets out a frustrated sigh at that, sitting down heavily. "You'd have been at more risk if you knew", he tries to reason, getting a sarcastic snort from you. "You keep telling yourself that", you hiss, dropping the swab and picking up a roll of gauge, trying to break open the seal with your teeth. "Let me do it", Marc approaches gently. You almost snarl at him and try to pull away, and he tries to grab it out of your hand. When you fight and try to scamper back, something in him snaps. "Can you, please, for one second stop this and let me do it? You're gonna either fucking bleed out or die of an infection so could you please not get another death on my fucking hands?", His voice is an enraged growl, palms pressed together.

You should be angry, angry at being yelled at when injured and at his fucking audacity, but you find himself offering your hand up quietly. Marc's shouts were often a cry for help, and you were so tired. You fall back into silence, letting him dress the wounds on your arm.

"I could tell you, but you won't believe me", he mumbles.

"Try me", you respond, marvelling his neat handiwork, looking up to hold his gaze. "I just saw a guy in a magic suit."

Marc cracks a tiny smile, his gaze soft. His fingers reach out to hold your chin, tilting your face aside to inspect the damage. "I didn't kill those people in Egypt", his voice is so soft it's almost inaudible.

"I know", you shrug with a simplicity that stops him in his tracks. "But I really thought...you were gone."

"I almost did", he sighs, voice dropping a chord. "Very close"

You gently pry his hand away from your cheek and hold it, playing with his fingers until he looks up to meet your eyes, and then you ask,"What'd you do, Marc?" He shakes his head; there seems to be denial, almost embarrassment in his eyes. You know him well enough to guess what he'd almost done. "Oh, honey", you are scooting closer, sliding off the couch onto his lap. Your hands thrown around him, you hold him close as if he's gonna unravel like his suit did.

Marc doesn't have an explanation for you. For a long time he hasn't been sure if he wants to live or die. Maybe as long as he remembers. But what he knew for sure was seeing other innocents die made him sick in the stomach, sick enough to push him to the other side of the knife edge he'd been walking for years. He couldn't bear the needless execution in Egypt. If he sees something like that happen to you, he's sure he'll spontaneously combust before he even has a chance to pull out his gun.

"I can't be near you", he mumbles into your neck, the irony lost on him, his body slumped against yours as it is.

"Talk to me, Marc", you urge, fingers slowly soothing his tangled curls.

"I'm serving the Egyptian God of the Moon. He saved me back there, now I protect the ...Well... Those who need help"

"And what about you?", Your voice is gentle, there's no bite or accusation. He lets out a long sigh at that. He has no answer, he's never had a moment to stop think about it. You tug his head away by his hair; his eyes stare into yours, half lidded. It takes some moments for your faces to move closer, noses touching, then rubbing slowly, until lips found each other. The kiss is slow, soft touches and many gentle pecks. When you part, the words spill out of his mouth before he can stop them,"God I missed you so bad"

You watch him kiss down your shoulder and arm, feather light touches on the many blemishes and bruises. Your throat hurt from holding the flood of words and tears that wanted to burst. You hold up your hand to his mouth, lips to your sore knuckles, and he readily peppers them with pecks. "I used to.. You know...Look at the moon", you say and shake your head with a humorless laugh. "And wonder if you're out there somewhere, alive, looking at the moon too." You scoot closer if that was even possible, whispering,"God, if I'd known you're the moon itself...." You choke on your own words, hiding your sniffles in his shoulder. "Stay, Marc...Please... I..can't lose you again"

Marc doesn't answer, but he pulls you closer. It's late, the last hours of the night. Soon enough the moon will set, and he'll have a few hours of break. He'll give himself that, he'll try to give you more. At least until the next night, the next moon.

#moon knight #marc spector #marvel #marc spector x reader #moon knight x reader #luke shares #marc is a softy #soft!marc #marc spector x gn!reader #gn reader

[bluepandastarfish]

She got it.

An AU for my friends OCs

Warnings: swearing, hinted one night stand, throwing things, mentions of being drunk, a child.

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"You should probably go now" 

And those few words broke Phoebe a bit, she had not expected such a cold tone from the woman she had just 'engaged' with. She pulled the sheet up to cover her chest, despite the fact that she had already put her top back on, as she felt a new type of uncomfortable exposure in front of Olivia. 

Speaking of Olivia, she was sat on the other side of the bed with her back turned to Phoebe and was rolling herself a cigarette on the flimsy nightstand. Phoebe opened her mouth a few times as if to answer but ultimately closed it again and just stared at the woman's bare back in confusion. 

She swallowed thickly and finally managed to get out "w-what do you mean?" She smiled nervously as the other woman sighed and brought the cigarette up to her mouth to lick the edge and roll it up. She stood without looking back at Phoebe and made her way to where her clothes were neatly draped over the back of the motel room's chair. "Olivia?" She was ignored as the woman shrugged her clothes on loosely and lit her cigarette. Phoebe sneered slightly "don't ignore me, please"

Olivia had to turn further away from the woman to hide her fond smile at her manners that she refused to give up even now she was upset. " Well, we did what we came here to do." She replied monotony taking a drag and then turning to look at Phoebe. "Let's be honest, Bee, nothing could happen between us two" she gestured between them lazily before sneering "not only are you one of Ghost's lackeys, but I'm no good for someone like you." She smiled sympathetically. 

Phoebe narrowed her eyes and her hair twisted around her head angrily. "So you just… I'm just supposed to leave?" She saw Olivia nervously swallow and take another drag before blowing out the smoke slowly as if to avoid giving her an answer. Phoebe waited patiently for the woman to answer her. 

"Yeah, pretty much." Olivia said with a tight lipped smile. Phoebe scoffed in disbelief and rushed to stand up and collect her clothes from the floor. 

As she frantically put them back on and tried to search for her other belongings she spat words of hatred at olivia. "Of course you'd be like this! what'd i expect from one of his-" she huffed and cut herself off before she could say something she'd regret, the other woman just watched in silence. Phoebe growled angrily when she failed to find her phone in her small handbag, she ultimately decided that she probably left it at the house before she left last night. she stomped over to the door and struggled with the handle for a moment before slamming it open and rushing outside, not bothering to close it behind her. 

Olivia waited a moment before stubbing out her cigarette on the bedside table and closing the door gently, she leant against it and pulled her phone from the pocket of her messy trousers, dialing the number and waited for no reply as she stated softly. "I got it" before hanging up and blinking back tears of self hatred. 

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Phoebe finally made it back to the house later that day after realizing just how far away the motel had been from her home. all 3 men in the living room were still in their clothes from last night with Ghost sat on the loveseat cradling his head due to his painful hangover, next to him Charlie lay passed out and snoring obnoxiously with his left leg hung over the back of the loveseat and his right resting in Ghost's lap. Noah seemed to be the only one in the room not suffering from symptoms of last night's party as he knelt in front of Charlie and was taking pictures of the drooling man with an evil smirk on his face. 

None of them looked at Phoebe until she slammed the door shut and spooked all of them enough for them to notice her presence. Charlie jumped from his slumber and knocked Noah's phone onto the floor in the process without realizing before he promptly groaned and slumped back into his sleeping position, somehow immediately emitting snores. Ghost flinched and made a small noise of upset without looking up and Noah just picked up his phone from the floor with his growing smirk before looking up at phoebe, who was currently flicking her shoes off into the wall. 

"walk of shame huh?" he chuckled before noticing how upset she seemed, Ghost now looking up at her as well. Noah stood slowly and made his way around the loveseat to lean on the back of it, he crossed his arms over his chest while watching Phoebe analytically. "What happened with Queen Crazy then?" He tried to lighten up her mood by calling the other woman but it only seemed to make her angrier as her hair wound in tight coils around her head. 

she only seemed to calm down slightly as hope stumbled down the stairs, having not seen her daughter for nearly 24 hours was hurting her a little bit inside. her hair visibly uncoiled and frew small daisies as hope came to the last step. "You were really loud last night" the girl complained with a yawn, looking mostly at her dad. 

Noah smiled, feeling slightly guilty. "sorry, kid. we weren't really in the right mind…" he trailed off while trying to think of a way to tell his kid he was drunk without saying he was drunk. she looked at him with a frown. 

"i know you guys were drunk" she said unimpressed, Ghost laughed under his breath which earned a glare from Noah. The girl walked up to her mum and hugged her waist tightly, phoebe hugging her back with both her arms and hair. "Mum, I decided I want to be called my superhero name like Ghost." she said with an air of finality. Ghost grumbled with displeasure, mumbling something about 'it's not a superhero name, we're not superheroes' which earned another glare from Noah. 

Phoebe let out a breath of laughter and stroked hoped hair gently "sure, sweetheart." for a moment  was quiet as hope quietly occupied herself with counting the flowers sprouting in Phoebe's hair. Ghost turned fully on the sofa, pushing Charlie's feet onto the floor. 

"so… how was Olivia?" he asked quietly, causing Phoebe's hair to coil frantically again in anger. she huffed and covered Hope's ears with her hands. 

"That woman is a bitch" she sneered as hope shoved the hands of her ears and looked at all the adults in confusion. "she just told me to leave! didn't exchange numbers or anything-" she stopped rambling for a moment and asked Noah "did i leave my phone here by the way?" he shook his head with a frown. 

"nope you took it with you when you both left" he tilted his head and looked at her with concerned wide eyes "you have it don't you?" Ghost stood and grabbed his own phone from the counter next to the door into the kitchen. Phoebe furrowed her brows and clung tighter to Hope as she shook her head, slowly coming to the realization of her own. Ghost suddenly threw his phone across the room causing it to shatter by Noah's feet. Hope flinched and buried her head into Phoebe's stomach which Phoebe held her even tighter. 

"i-i didn't think she would-" phoebe jumped to defend herself but Ghost just braced himself on the table and raised a hand to silence her. Noah stepped slightly closer to Phoebe and Hope just in case. 

Ghost sighed and tried to control his anger. "We didn't know she'd do this, it's not your fault." Phoebe still remained tense. "I shouldn't have invited her and I shouldn't have drank anything." his hands were twitching and Noah knew Hope should leave before he exploded. 

"go wait upstairs for mummy ok?" Hope nodded quickly and ran up the stairs. Everyone waited until they heard her door shut in a tense quiet. Ghost picked up the table and threw it with all his strength 

Noah and Phoebe flinched  and waited quietly for Ghost to speak. "It's ok. We can fix this. Noah gets void on damage control, she's asleep in her room still just telling her Phoebe's end has been occupied. Hopefully she can close any access Phoebe s to our system." Noah remained in front of Phoebe for a moment before gripping her wrist and rushing upstairs with her. 

Ghost lent his forehead on the wall in front of him and let tears run down his face. He rushed out of the room and outside, hoping to keep damage outside of the house. only then did charlie wake up, looking around him in tired confusion at the empty room and broken table. 

#angst #ocs

[ashtrayfloors]

Monday morning, early, heads throbbing and fuzzy from Maker's Mark and Jameson. A healthy breakfast at the Co-Op, coffees to go, and here we are, On the Road, again.

We drove west, then south, down through Illinois, down Route 66, Illinois country rutted and seedless and tough as its own scrub oak, in and out of cloudbursts. Raindrops and bug guts splattered on the windshield. I babbled, about heart-trouble, love-trouble, and the Devil, all my dreams of Lucifer and other fallen angels. Emchy was mostly quiet, interjecting here & there to say - Hey, Jess, lookit that. Illinois pigfarming country, and the railroad lines, ley-lines of the land, running in an endless straightline south south South.

When we crossed the Big Muddy, we lit cigarettes, because that is a tradition a buddy o' mine taught me years ago - lightin' up when you cross that river. That same boy said - Seeing the Mississippi is one of the only things that makes me feel proud to be an American. I knew what he meant, I know what he meant - that river, so roiling, a snake in the landscape that could divide, conquer, swallow us all; that river, huge as longing and deadly as lust, and it just never stops.

It was to be a full moon that night - the Full Harvest Moon - and we were playing a bar called Pop's Blue Moon. It was a good sign.

Our motel was way out in Maryland Heights, a dingy La Quinta far away from the action, cos it was cheaper that way. The elevator was slow as a dinosaur and smelled of death, and I joked - La Quinta: Spanish for creepy elevator. (Y'all must've seen those stupid ads before, the ones that say La Quinta: Spanish for free Internet.) When we got in the car to drive over to the show, I had to run back to the room for something I'd forgotten, and I got turned around, all the hallways looked identical to each other, a labyrinth of beige walls and crusty carpet and ice machines. I came out on the opposite side of the building, and for a moment before I figured out what'd happened, I was so disoriented, going - Where's my car? Where's Emchy? Am I in the Twilight Zone?

Pop's Blue Moon is in The Hill, which is the Italian neighborhood of St. Louis; a strange neighborhood mostly residential with the occasional trattoria or market thrown in here and there. We rolled up to the venue, checked in with the father & son team that run the place, then went to get food at a sweet little Greek/Italian joint. Then back to Pop's, to put on our make-up and soundcheck and begin drinking. I don't think St. Louis was ready for us. The crowd was loud and rude, chattering through most of our set and throwing us the evil eye, and one meathead of a dude called me a fucking freakshow, and he did not mean that in a complimentary way, when I sidled up to the bar for another drink. Fuck them. Our drinks were cheap and stiff, and we sounded damn good. And the people who worked at Pop's dug us, and Pete Kartsounes and Greg Shocket, the bluegrass half of the bluegrass & hobo night, got what we were doing. So we played for them, and for ourselves. Greg and Pete were total sweethearts, we all kept hugging each other and sharing stories about touring and places we've lived - turned out, me and Emchy and Pete are all from Michigan - and Greg and I bonded over a nerdy love of crossword puzzles. I thought maybe the audience would be a bit kinder to Pete and Greg, as their music is more mainstream accessible, and I don't mean that as a bad thing - it's just, well, I play music that tears itself apart. I need a catchy tune like I need a bullet through the heart. No, no, the bar patrons were jerks to them, too, maybe even more so; one guy actually got up and started playing pinball right next to the stage during their set. It is hard to concentrate on listening to a pretty bluegrass tune when you keep hearing clang! beep! ding! mixed in with it. So, like we had played for them, they played for us, me and Emchy cheered and raised our lighters when they covered "Wish You Were Here," and one of Pete's songs was so thick with loss and beauty that it brought tears to my eyes. I played accordion with them for a couple songs, first the Milton Brown and His Brownies' cowtown swing of "The Blues Ain't Nothing But A Good Man Feelin' Bad," and then Bob Dylan's "Buckets of Rain." And that was a glad thing; that is one of my favorite Bob Dylan songs. Maybe it was all the whiskey n' beer we consumed, but for me that fullmoon St. Louis night, life was a cabaret, and Emchy was such a gorgeous mess. When the crowd left, the bar staff let the four of us stay for one more drink before they kicked us out, and we traded CDs and all hugged one last time, and the payment was divvied up. We didn't make a helluva lot, but some bucks is better than no bucks. Yeah, the crowd were assholes, I said, but when it comes down to it, they still had to pay to get in, and we got paid to be here.

Half-drunk, Emchy and I looped around sleepy nighttime streets with the full moon bright and bonecold above us, drove down a street of big stone houses, tree-lined, that I recognized from the first time I was ever in the Gateway to the West, and I shivered with the body-memory of the boy I was with that night, his thin, beersoaked lips on mine and his fingers tracing my safety-pin-stuck-in-my-heart tattoo and The Clash on the tapedeck. We got a little lost, eventually found our way back to the motel (La Quinta: Spanish for way the fuck outside of the city), and though it was the wee hours and we were exhausted and had a long drive ahead of us the next day...well, of course we stayed up for a couple more hours, chainsmoking and writing. We are about as smart as a cat.

[excerpt from a longer piece, written in 2008]

#ashtrayfloors #jessie lynn mcmains #my writing #excerpt #2008 #friends #tour #thee hobo love tour #travel #road trip #illinois #sympathy for the devil #st. louis #hotels and motels #music #connections #nostalgia embedded within nostalgia #sigh forever

[aspenmissing]

𝙿𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 (𝙿𝚝 𝟷)

The walls of the motel room are covered in maps, hand-written notes, and a missing poster showing Ava's face. Sam is on the phone.

"Yeah. Okay. Thanks, Ellen," Dean and Y/N enter.

"What'd she have to say?" She asks.

"Oh, she's got nothing. Me, I've been checking every database I can think of- federal, state, and local. No one's heard anything about Ava, she just...into thin air, you know?"

"Huh," Dean hands over one of the two cups of coffee he's carrying to Sam, Y/N holding her own.

"What about you two?" Y/N shakes her head.

"No, same as before. Sorry, man," Dean says.

"Ellen did have one thing."

"Hmm?"

"A hotel in Cornwall, Connecticut. Two freak accidents in the past three weeks."

"Yeah? What's that have to do with Ava?" Y/N asks, sitting at the small table.

"It's a job. I mean, a lady drowned in the bathtub; then a few days ago a guy falls down the stairs, head turns a complete one-eighty. Which isn't exactly normal, you know? Look, I don't know, Guys, it might be nothing, but I told Ellen we'd think about checking it out," Sam says, as Dean takes his jacket off and sits opposite Y/N.

"You did?"

"Yeah. You seem surprised."

"Well yeah, it's just, you know. Not the, uh, patented Sam Winchester way, is it?"

"What way is that?" Sam asks, mildly challenging.

"Yeah Dean, what way is that?" Y/N says sarcastically.

"I just figured after Ava there'd be, uh, you know, more angst and droopy music and staring out the rainy windows, and—" Sam gives him a look "yeah, I'll shut up now."

"Look. I'm the one who told her to go back home. Now her fiancé's dead and some demon has taken her off to God knows where. You know? But we've been looking for a month now, and we've got nothing. So I'm not giving up on her, but I'm not going to let other people die either. We've got to save as many people as we can," Y/N and Dean look at each other surprised. They then look to Sam.

"Wow. That attitude is just way too healthy for me, and I'm officially uncomfortable now. Thank you," Sam ducks his head and laughs.

"All right, call Ellen. Tell her we'll take it," Y/N says.

==

It's not raining, but the roads are wet and the air misty as Y/N parks the Impala in front of the inn. Y/N gets out of the driver's side, followed by Dean from the passenger side and then Sam from the back.

"Dude, this is sweet. We never got to work jobs like this," Dean says.

"Like what?"

"Old schools haunted houses, you know? Fog, and secret passageways...sissy British accents. Might even run into Fred and Daphne while we're inside," Dean closes his eye briefly "Mmm, Daphne. Love her."

"Trust you to love a cartoon," As they go up the stairs, Sam notices an urn on the side of the porch.

"Hey, wait a sec," Sam inspects it more closely "I'm not so sure haunted’s the problem."

"What do you mean?"

"You see this pattern here?" Sam taps a five-point symbol engraved in the urn "That's a quincunx, that's a five-spot."

"Five-spot," Y/N says.

"Yeah."

"That's used for hoodoo spell work, isn't it?"

"Right, yeah. You fill this thing with blood weed and you've got a powerful charm to ward off enemies."

"Yeah, except I don't see any blood weed. Don't you think this place is a little too, uh, white meat for hoodoo?" Sam shrugs.

"Maybe." As they enter, looking around at the quite interior, a woman enters briskly.

"May I help you?" She asks.

"Hi, yeah, I'd like a room for a couple of nights," As Sam moves in, a little girl darts in front of his legs.

"Hey!" The woman turns to Sam "Sorry about that."

"No problems."

"Well, um, congratulations, you could be some of our final guests."

"Well. Sounds vaguely ominous," Y/N says.

"No, I'm sorry, I mean we're closing at the end of the month," The woman appraises them "Well, let me guess. You guys are here antiquing?" Dean, Sam, and Y/N share a 'why not' look.

"How'd you know?" Dean asks.

"Oh, you just look the type," Dean looks vaguely uncomfortable.

"So, uh, king-sized bed?"

"What? No, uh, no, we're, we're...three singles. We're just siblings."

"Oh. Oh, I'm so sorry," Y/N gives her a smile.

"It's okay. It happens a lot."

"What'd you mean that we look the type?" Dean asks. The woman has trouble articulating an answer.

"You know, speaking of antiques, you have a really, really interesting urn on the front porch. Where did you get that?"

"Oh, I have no idea, it's been there forever," handing Dean a key "Here you go, Mr. Mahagov."

"Thanks," The woman dings a bell.

"You'll be staying in room 237. Sherwin, could you show these gentlemen and lady to their rooms?" As she says this, Y/N turns to see an old, balding man in a black blazer shuffling up behind her.

"Let me guess. Antiques?" Sherwin drags Dean's clunking duffel bag behind him, up the stairs, as the siblings follow.

"I could give you a hand with that bag," Y/N says.

"I got it."

"Okay."

"So, the hotel's closing up, huh?" Sam says.

"Yep. Miss Susan tried to make a go of it, but the guests just don't come like they used to. Still, it's a damn shame."

"Oh yeah?"

"It may not look it anymore, but this place was a palace. Two different vice-presidents laid their heads on our pillows. My parents worked here; I practically grew up here. Gonna miss it. Here's your room," Sherwin slips the key to Y/N as he brushes past and Sam follows in. Dean turns to shut the door and Sherwin is standing there, hand extended expectantly "You're not gonna...cheap out of me, are you, boy?" Dean shrugs, looks annoyed as he pulls out his wallet. Later Sam is sitting, sifting through papers, Y/N is sitting next to him, and Dean is pacing. He chuckles as he approaches what appears to be an antique wedding dress displayed on a wall like a ghost.

"What the-"

"What?" Y/N asks.

"That's normal," Dean says, gesturing to the dress. Y/N shrugs "Why the hell would anyone stay here? I'm amazed they kept in business this long."

"All right. Victim number one: Joan Edison, forty-three years old, a realtor handling the sale of the hotel; and victim number two was Larry Williams, moving some stuff out to Goodwill."

"Well, there's a connection, they're both tied up in shutting the place down," Y/N says.

"Yeah. Maybe somebody here doesn't want to leave, and they're using hoodoo to fight back."

"Who do you think our witch doctor is, that Susan lady?"

"No, doesn't seem likely. I mean, she is the one selling."

"So, what then, Sherwin?"

"I don't know."

"Of course, the most troubling question is why do these people assume we're gay or one of us is with each other or all three of us."

"Now that's a question I want to know," Y/N says.

"Well, you are kinda butch. Probably think you're overcompensating," Dean mocks a laugh.

"Right."

"That still doesn't answer why people think I'm seeing one of you or both of you," Y/N says, and Sam shakes his head.

"That I still don't know."

==

Sam, Dean, and Y/N poke around the hallways, Y/N sees another urn and picks it up. It too, has a quincunx inscribed.

"Hey. Look at that. More hoodoo." They approach a door marked 'Private,' and Dean knocks. Susan opens the door.

"Hi there."

"Hi. Everything okay with your room?" Dean, Sam, and Y/N talk over each other.

"Yeah. Yeah, yeah, everything's great. Yeah. Very comfortable."

"Well, I was, I was just in the middle of packing."

"Hey!" Dean looks past her "Are those antique dolls? Because this one," Dean looks to Sam "this one here, he's got a major doll collection back home. Don'tcha? Huh?" Sam shoots Dean a look.

"Big time."

"Big time. You think he could come- or we would come in and take a look?"

"I don't know..."

"Please? I mean, he loves them. He's not gonna tell you this, but he's, he's always dressing 'em up in these little tiny outfits and, um, you'd make his day. I mean when I was younger, he loved playing with my dolls. You- she would, huh? Huh?" Y/N says, trying to keep her laughter in. Sam looks slightly sick.

"It's true."

"Okay. Come on in."

"All right. All right!" Dean slaps Sam on the back, and he and Y/N share a shoulder nudge as they laugh quietly and they follow Sam in as he shoots them a death glare.

"Wow. This is a lot of dolls. I mean, they're nice, you know. Not super creepy at all," Y/N says.

"Yeah, I suppose they are a little creepy. But they've been in the family forever. A lot of sentimental value."

"What is this? The hotel?" Sam asks, and Y/N walks over.

"Yeah, that's right. Exact replica, custom built." Y/N leans down and picks up a broken doll. She frowns.

"His head got twisted around. What happened to it?"

"Tyler, probably." A little girl runs in, presumably Tyler.

"Mommy! Maggie's being mean."

"Tyler, tell her I said to be nice, okay?"

"Hey, Tyler. I see you broke your doll. You want me to fix it?" Y/N asks.

"I didn't break it. I found it like that."

"Oh. Well, uh, maybe Maggie did it," Sam says.

"No, neither of us did it. Grandma would get mad if we broke 'em."

"Tyler, she wouldn't get mad."

"Grandma?" Dean asks.

"Grandma Rose. These were all her toys."

"Oh. Really. Where's Grandma Rose now?"

"Up in her room."

"You know, I'd, I'd uh, I'd really love to talk to Rose about her incredible doll collection," Sam says.

"No. I mean, I'm afraid that's impossible. My mother's been very sick and she's not taking any visitors," Susan says suddenly. Sam, Dean, and Y/N exit the room, talking in hushed voices.

"Well, what do you think? Dolls, hoodoo, mysterious shut-in grandma?" Y/N asks.

"Well, dolls are used in all kinds of voodoo and hoodoo, like curses, and binding spells, and..."

"Yeah, maybe we've found our witch doctor. All right, Me and Y/N will see what we can go dig up on boomin' Granny. You go get online, check old obits, freak accidents, that sort of thing, see if she's whacked anybody before."

"Right."

"Don't go surfing porn -- that's not the kind of whacking I mean," Sam rolls his eyes and turns back to the room as Dean and Y/N leave.

==

Sam stares through a lace-curtained window as droopy music plays. He watched the coroner cart away a body; Dean and Y/N are outside, and meets Susan as she comes back towards the inn.

"What happened?" Y/N asks.

"Oh, the maid went in to turn down the sheets and he was just...hanging there."

"That's awful. He was a guest?" Dean asks.

"He worked for the company that bought the place."

"Hmm."

"I don't understand."

"What?"

"Had a lot of bad luck around here. Look, if you'd like to check out, I'll give you a full refund."

"No thanks. We don't scare that easy," Y/N says. Sam is sitting alone in the dark, framed by the half-open door with the key askew in the lock. Dean and Y/N enter and shut the door behind them, all business-mode.

"There's been another one. Some guy just hung himself in his room."

"Yeah. I saw," Sam says darkly.

"We've gotta figure this out, and fast. What'd you find out about Granny?"

"You're the boss," Dean looks at Y/N surprised then to Sam.

"What?" Dean asks.

"You're bossy. And short," Sam laughs sloppily.

"Are you drunk?" Y/N asks.

"Yeah," Sam laughs "So? Stupid." Y/N and Dean look around and see several empty bottles.

"Dude, what are you thinking? We're working a case," Sam is staring at nothing, tearfully.

"That guy who hung himself. I couldn't save him."

"What are you talking about? You didn't know, you couldn't have done anything," Y/N says. Sam shifts his gaze to her.

"That's an excuse, Y/N. I should have found a way to save him. I should have saved Ava too," The twins approach Sam.

"Yeah, well, you can't save everyone. Even you said that," Sam slams the table.

"No, Dean, you don't understand, all right? The more people I save, the more I can change!"

"Change what?" Sam leans forwards, hand to chest.

"My destiny, Guys!"

"All right. Time for bed. Come on, Sasquatch," Y/N says and she leans over and hauls Sam up by the shoulders, with the help of Dean. "Come on."

"I need you two to watch out for me."

"Yeah. We always do."

"No! No, no, no. You have to watch out for me, all right? And if I ever...turn into something that I'm not..." There is a short pause. "you have to kill me."

"Sam," Dean says, dismissive. Sam shoves Dean to face him.

"Dean! Dad told you to do it, you have to."

"Yeah, well, Dad's an ass," Y/N says. Sam frowns in confusion.

"He never should have said anything. I mean, you don't do that, you don't, you don't lay that kind of crap on your kids."

"No. He was right to say it! Who knows what I might become? Even now, everyone around me dies!"

"Yeah, well, we're not dying, okay? And neither of you. Come on. Sam," Y/N says and pushes Sam onto the bed, but Sam stays seated, reaching up and clutching Y/N's jacket. Her right-hand curls in the fabric of Sam's shoulder. Dean comes to help but Y/N shakes her head.

"No, please! Y/N, Dean, you two are the only ones who can do it. Promise."

"Don't ask that of us," Dean says.

"Y/N, please. You have to promise me." There is a short pause.

"I promise," Y/N says.

"Thanks," Sam reaches up and grabs Y/N's face with both hands "Thank you. You are..."

"All right. Come on," She bats Sam's hands away and shoves him back on the bed. Sam falls back, then turns over on his stomach to plant his face in the pillow, hugging it with both arms. Y/N strokes Sam's hair then goes over to sit on a chair. Dean rubs a hand over his face and looks to Y/N.

"Go and get a drink, I'll watch over him," Y/N says.

#supernatural #older sister winchester #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural fandom #reader insert

[kerleyfries]

the third man (6.03) is so underrated. i forgot how fucking fun it was when everything revolves around cas and his absolutely insane behavior. he looks where he intends to go, the camera pans, and there he is, looking back at where he had been standing. wonderful. dean and sam are useless in this episode. also wonderful. "people skills" are "rusty" and i have spent the last "year" okay i'm kissing your forehead you fruit. dean's "what'd you do that for?" followed by cas' deadpanned "portability" with accompanying match cut zoom to bring them back to the motel room. i need myrhh. he needs!! myrhhh!! not to mention when he busts out the window and caves in the top of sam's car. which he deserved. i cannot get enough of this guy

[trekkiehood]

“Home is Where the Hurt Is” (Part 2) - SPN Fanfic

Title: “Home is Where the Hurt Is”

Fandom: Supernatural

Part: [1] 2/3

Words: 1.4k

Setting: Preseries- Teenchesters / “Bad Boys” / Ridley’s Brotherhood AU

Characters: Dean, Caleb, Sonny, John, Mac

Ship: None

Ao3 Link

Summary: Dean is happy at Sonny’s. Maybe for the first time ever. A freak accident and a trip to the ER and an unfortunate meeting with Mackland Ames pulls Dean away from his normal life and back into the world of hunting. Caleb is horrified about what happened, the remembrance of his own experiences causing unwelcome feelings. Dean feels guilty for not wanting to return to the life, causing the others to draw the wrong conclusions about his time at Sonny’s.

Trigger Warnings: References to self-harm, References to suicide, References to child abuse, Stitches, Injury, Blood

Authors Note:

And now we move on to Caleb :)

I really hope you guys enjoy this!

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Caleb had just pulled into the motel parking lot when his phone started ringing. He sighed, looking over at the food in the next seat over. John would be ticked if it was cold. Caleb stopped when he saw the caller ID.

"Bobby?" He asked surprised.

"Caleb?"

The man in question frowned. "Sam?"

"Caleb! Have you heard from my dad?"

"Yeah, runt. I'm on a hunt with him. What's wrong?"

"You're with him?! Have you found Dean yet?!"

Caleb stopped, feeling his heart-rate speed up. "Dean's not with you?"

"No! Bobby won't tell me anything and I can't get a hold of Dad!"

"Sam, when did you last see Dean?"

"In New York. Dad said that Dean got lost on a hunt and that he was going to go find him but that was two months ago! I'm really scared, Caleb." The twelve-year-olds voice was soft like it hadn't been in years.

Caleb was officially panicking. Two months was a long time to be missing. Especially when the entire Brotherhood thought that Dean was at Bobby's.

"Don't worry, Sam, I'll get Dean back."

Sam sighed on the other end, putting his complete trust in Caleb. He only hoped it was deserved. "Thanks Caleb."

The food now forgotten, Caleb stormed into the motel room.

"What happened to you, Junior? The waitress turn you down?"

"Where's Dean?" He growled.

"Bobby's?" John said, watching him carefully. "I already told you that."

"No he's not. Sam called. He's worried sick because Dean has been missing on a hunt for two months!"

John sighed, "Should have known Bobby couldn't keep him away from the phone."

"What's going on, John?!"

"Dean got into some trouble up in New York."

"On a hunt?"

"No, with the law."

Caleb felt his heart beat faster. "John, where's Dean?"

"I left him up there."

"Where. Is. He?"

"Probably still sitting in the county jail. I didn't have time to deal with it, Caleb. I couldn't just drop the hunt-"

Caleb didn't let him finish, slamming John against the wall. "You've let him sit in a jail cell for two months and didn't even think to mention it to anyone."

"I didn't mention it," John said, pushing the younger man's hands away, "because I knew you would react like this.

"What'd he do that was so bad that you'd let him stay in police custody for months?!" Caleb had had his fair share of police run-ins. None of them pleasant. The idea of Dean staying in custody for months with no one knowing or caring brought back memories of waking up screaming and white padded walls. He knew it wasn't exactly the same thing, but his mind didn't care.

"He got caught, Caleb. That's what he did."

"Caught doing what?!"

"He was stealing. Stealing bread and peanut butter. Do you know the kind of questions they were going to ask? How much trouble I would have been in?! I couldn't afford that so I took Sam and hightailed it outta there. I couldn't risk losing both of them."

Caleb felt his blood pressure rise with every word. "So your son was so hungry that he was stealing food, so hungry that he got caught! Dean's been a pro at stealing for years and if he got caught there had to have been a reason. And he gets caught. And instead of bailing him out or even showing up you leave him in custody for months?! Why didn't you go back after you dropped off Sam? Or talked to Dad?! He could have done something!"

"Don't tell me how to run my family, Junior. You're not me. You don't know what's best for my kids!"

"I know better than to leave a sixteen year old in jail! What if they sent him to a state penitentiary? Or decided to make him a scapegoat for all 'trouble youths'!?"

"He's fine. He knows how to take care of himself."

"He shouldn't have to!"

"Now you listen to me-" John's tirade was interrupted by a phone going off. With a growl, he whipped it out, glaring at Caleb. "It's Jim."

"Yes?" He didn't succeed in keeping the growl out of his voice.

Caleb could hear Jim's voice from the phone and he knew that whatever was going on, he was ticked.

"No, I didn't but I don't think- I don't need you- an order? Fine, sir. We'll be there by the end of the week."

"Looks like you and your father are getting your way."

Caleb crossed his arms, "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Mackland called Jim. Turns out Dean has been moved."

"Where." He growled.

John looked away, guilt setting in his eyes. It made Caleb feel sick. If John was feeling guilty, whatever he was going to say couldn't be good.

"They put him in the system."

Caleb could feel the color drain from his face. "You let them put Dean in the system!" He shouted. His knees nearly gave out at the idea of his little brother stuck with any of the foster parents he'd had.

"He's in a home up there. Some farm for troubled kids."

"A group- he's in a group home?!" Not to mention that the ones for 'troubled kids' were always ten times worse. He'd known some kids to take a prison sentence before allowing themselves to be sent to a troubled kids home.

"He'll be fine, Caleb. They said all I have to do is show up and I can take him. Jim wants me to get him and bring him to his farm. I'll pick up Sam then head to New York."

"You get Sam, I'll get Dean."

"No. Mac already tried, it has to be me."

"Fine. But if you aren't there in a week I'm breaking him out myself."

Caleb grabbed his bag, slamming the door on his way out.

He sat in his jeep, leaning his head against the steering wheel, trying to slow his breathing. He needed to get it together. For Dean if for no other reason.

He ran a hand through his hair, taking a deep breath before pulling out of the motel parking lot.

Five miles down the road had him pulling out his phone to call his dad. Mac was the one who drew it to Jim's attention.

"How's Dean?" The words were leaving his mouth the moment the phone connected.

"He's fine, Caleb. What have you heard?"

"That he got arrested up in New York and John abandoned him there. A group home? Really?"

"Unfortunately it's true. I ran into Dean while in negotiations for a new children's wing in Hurleyville."

"He was in the hospital?!"

"It was the ER. They wouldn't let me talk to him for long but he seemed okay. I'm not sure exactly what happened. I know he got stitches in his arm and he couldn't have been there very long. How did you find out? I told Jim not to tell you. I knew this topic was… sensitive."

"I'm on a hunt with John. Sam actually called me right before Jim called. Sam was told that his brother was lost on a hunt. Two months Dad. He's been in that… place for two months!"

"Dean will be fine, Son."

"But what if he's not? Did you meet the guy he's staying with? Did he say anything?"

Caleb could hear the frown in his father's voice. "He wouldn't let me talk to Dean. He was not very pleased that I was there. All reports I've received about him are positive but-"

"The worst jerks are always the best at fooling people."

Mack sighed, "We'll just have to be there for Dean when he gets back. He seemed okay, he told me not to tell you. He was afraid you'd worry."

"Just like Deuce, worrying about everyone but himself."

"I assume you're heading towards Jim's?"

"Yeah, it's about a day's drive. John's going to pick up Sam from Bobby's first. But I swear if he's not at Jim's by the end of the week-"

"He'll be okay, Caleb. Dean knows how to take care of himself. He'll be okay."

"Everyone keeps saying that but he shouldn't have to take care of himself! I can't believe John would do that! He didn't even care what happened! It was bread Dad! The idea of those kids being hungry enough to steal- it's not right."

"I know, son. But he'll be okay. We'll all be there for him. I'll see you at Jim's."

"Yeah. I'll see ya." He slammed the phone shut and pounded on the steering wheel. If anything had happened to Dean he was going to kill John.

~TH~

I really wanted Caleb to freak out about it. His time in the system wasn't the greatest and I think the idea of Dean spending any time in it would freak him out. And I decided to write John not knowing that he was there because it felt better and I also doubted he was regularly checking in on Dean but I don't know.

Please let me know what you think!

God bless,

Jamie

#MY FIC #SPN FANFIC #HOME IS WHERE THE HURT IS #HURT DEAN WINCHESTER #EMOTIONALLY HURT DEAN WINCHESTER #EMOTIONAL HURT COMFORT #IMPLIED ABUSE #IMPLIED SUICIDE #IMPLIED SELF HARM #SPN BROTHERHOOD AU #RIDLEYS BROTHERHOOD #CALEB REAVES #JIM MURPHEY #SONNY'S HOME FOR BOYS #SONNY SPN #MACKLAND AMES #FOSTER CARE #part 2

[babygirlkiki1016]

Dead in the water

Me and Dean sat on the edge of the bed like two teenagers in trouble as Sam was pacing the room, trying to think on what he should say. Finally he stops and looks at the both of us with his arms crossed.

"So let me get this straight, you tell her you wanna wait till she's eighteen but then you decide screw it?"

"....Sammy-" Dean begins to say but Sam cuts him off.

"Dean if your gonna be with her then you can't have sex till she's eighteen."

"Your ove- wait...what? So hold on your ok with this?"

"Yeah, I mean it was gonna happen sooner or later. It's hard for you to stay away from a beautiful lady anyways." I blushed at Sam's comment.

"Well that's new." Dean mutters and he grabs a lock of my hair, making me look over at him.

"What?"

"Your hair it's pink and purple."

"So two emotions at once? I'm guessing pink is love....and purple is fear. So your nervous and feeling loved at the same time!" Sam grabs his laptop and begins taking even more notes.

"Aren't you guys afraid if me?....I mean this isn't normal, don't you guys think I'm a monster or something?" I wondered, was I a monster? Is this what happened to me years ago? Is this what dad was talking about, about how he didn't trust John because...something happened to me?

"Well you certainly have powers, but you can't control it besides you don't know what's going on."

"And you haven't killed anyone." Dean adds.

"But why is this happening now? When I was at home none of this was happening....maybe I should call dad..."

"No, we can't risk him finding us, the next time you call him he'll probably be ready....and I don't want you to go..." Dean admits, while scooting closer, I could tell he wanted to kiss me.

"You two get a room! Wait no, don't do that." Sam laughs, "Alright love birds we need to get back to the subject at hand." He starts researching about the case we're working on, Dean was still staring at me. "Dean!" Sam yells, catching his attention. "Day dream later, work now, you need to take Y/n to get a few things."

"Like what?" He asked.

"Tattoo, gun that kind of stuff, if she's gonna be a hunter then she needs to have the supplies."

"W-Wait what tattoo?" I stutter and Dean points to the pentagram on his chest.

"It's so we don't get possessed, don't worry I'll be there with you."

"Ok, and a gun? I mean why not just use the ones we already have in the back of the impala?"

"Cause you need your own, one that you can carry with you at all times." Dean gets up, puts his shirt back on then grabs the keys to baby. "C'mon we'll get you prepared while Sam does his nerdy thing." I chuckle and follow after him, while grabbing his hand to hold it. He didn't even question it, he pulled me in and kissed my lips, making me yearn for more. Sadly the kiss didn't last long, if we stood there any longer Sam probably would've come out. When we got in the car, the whole drive to the tattoo parlor we were jamming out to eye of the tiger. Which I was still humming it while I was sitting in the chair getting the pentagram on my (wherever you decide to put it.)

"That's a pretty good spot." Dean commented, as he sat next to me.

"Thank you." I grinned, he smiled but it slowly faltered over time, making me grab his hand, squeezing it. "You ok?" I asked worriedly.

"...What happened at the motel can't happen again." He didn't even look at me it was like he was ashamed, did he regret what we did?

"Why not?" He didn't answer, I grabbed his chin and made him face me. Sighing he scoots closer as he lowers his voice.

"Your seventeen Y/n...."

"So? We only have (how many months until you birthday.) I'm technically eighteen already."

"One I don't wanna get arrested and two, we met about about three weeks ago. Don't you think we're moving a little to fast?"

"According to Sam you bone a girl on every case, or at least try to, and your saying it's a little to fast?"

"Good point, but....I just want you to be sure this-" He points to himself, as if himself was a problem. "-is what you want."

"....You are what I want, if you weren't I wouldn't have kissed you. Although if you wanna wait....I respect your decision." That made him smile, he leaned over and kissed my forehead.

"Thank you, now I believe your tattoo is done." I looked down at it, it was sexy as hell. After we payed for it, we went on the road again. When we crossed over the bridge I asked Dean if we could stop to see the lake and look at the sunset. Hesitantly he agreed and pulled over, I got out excitedly. The lake was a dark blue mixed in with pink and orange from the sun, it made me sad to think it was gonna be gone soon.

"It's beautiful isn't it?"

"Not as beautiful as you." Dean flirted making me blush as he pulled me closer by the waist. He started to lean in, those rough lips covering my soft ones.

"I thought we couldn't do this again."

"I meant almost having sex, kisses are something we can definitely do." He smirked and leaned back in again, and as his lips brushed against mine his phone rang. Angrily he sighed and answer it, it was probably Sam.

"What? No we're not!" The look on his face made me giggle as he looked over at me. He started moving his hand, pretending it was Sam who talks to much. "We'll be there in twenty minutes Sam, we still gotta get a gun. Sam, Sammy we're fine....alright we'll be there as soon as we can. Mhm ok bye."

"He's certainly a talker huh?"

"It's a nightmare on how much he can talk...now where were we? Oh yeah I remember." He pulled me back to his side. "Might as well steal as many kisses I can get before we head back to the kiss police." He smirked and smashed his lips against mine once more as his arms wrapped around me. This time it wasn't just a normal kiss, I fought for dominance, my tongue asking for entry. Biting his lip he pulled back, "Y/n keep doing that and I just might say screw it again.." As he said that he slipped from my grasp. "No I promised myself I can wait...c'mon let's get back to Sam." Sighing in disappointment I got back in the car, I guess he's really serious about this.

~~

"I found something." Sam says as we sit next to him. "So there's the three drowning victims this year."

"Any before that?" I wondered.

"Uh, yeah." Sam has a browser window open to The Lake Manitoc Tribune. "DROWNING TAINTS ICE FISHING FESTIVAL." It says, he clicks, and another browser window comes up, again The Tribune: 12-YEAR-OLD Girl DROWNS IN LAKE, Second drowning in 6 months at Lake Manitoc. "Damn, so six more spread out over the past thirty-five years. Those bodies were never recovered either. If there is something out there, it's picking up its pace."

"So, what, we got a lake monster on a binge?" Dean jokes as he grabs a beer, he hands the both of us one.

"Dean no." Sam tries to take it away from me.

"Aww c'mon Sammy one beer won't hurt." Dean winks at me, both of the boys stare at me as I take a sip without any reaction. "See what'd I say? She's fine."

"So this whole lake monster theory." I try getting them back on track. "It, it just bugs me."

"Why?" Sam looks at me in confusion.

"Loch Ness, Lake Champlain, there are literally hundreds of eyewitness accounts, but here, almost nothing." Sam looks at the Tribune homepage once more.

"Whatever it is out there, no one's living to talk about it." Sam states as he scrolls to the comments section of an article, I point to one.

"Wait, Barr, Christopher Barr. Where have I heard that name before?" I remember that name, I thought, it's so familiar. Sam reads from the page.

"Christopher Barr, the victim in May." Sam clicks a link, opening a new page. "LOCAL Man IN TRAGIC ACCIDENT." The picture loads and it shows a police officer with Lucas. "Christopher Barr was Andrea's husband, Lucas's father. Apparently he took Lucas out swimming. Lucas was on a floating wooden platform when Chris drowned. Two hours before the kid got rescued." Sam clicks the picture for a better look, then scratches his head. "Maybe we have an eyewitness after all."

"That kid must be so freaked out. Watching one of your parents die isn't something you just get over....." I felt bad, but so far Lucas is our only lead, hopefully he'll help us. We headed to the park planning to talk to Lucas who was our only witness. Kids are laughing and playing as Andrea sits on a bench and watches her kid. Who is at another bench coloring and playing with toy soldiers.

"Can we join you?" Sam asks and Andrea looks up.

"I'm here with my son." She says as I spot Lucas and so does Dean.

"Oh. Mind if we say hi?" Dean asks, and he lightly grabs my arm signaling for me to come with.

"Why are you bringing me with you?"

"Cause of he doesn't talk, then hopefully you can convince him." We approach Lucas, who's drawing a picture.

"How's it going?" Dean kneels down next to the bench where Lucas is coloring, when Lucas doesn't even look up, Dean picks up one of the toy soldiers.

"Oh, I used to love these things." Dean imitates guns and explosions, I chuckle as he tosses the toy soldier down.

"I think crayons is more his thing Dean. That's cool, besides I like to draw myself, including painting." I noticed that he has a pile of drawings on the bench. Dean takes a look, the top one is of a big black swirl, the second one is of a red bicycle.

"Hey, these are pretty good. You mind if we sit and draw with you for a while?" Dean asks, he picks up a crayon. "I'm not so bad myself."

"Oh really?" I ask.

"Yea I'm a pretty good artist."

"Mhm...we'll see." I grab a crayon and a piece of paper, and start drawing. "Can you draw a bird?"

"Oh so this is a competition? Your on."

Dean sits on the bench, picks up a pad of paper, and starts drawing. "You know, I'm thinking you can hear me, you just don't want to talk. I don't know exactly what happened to your dad, but I know it was something real bad. I think I know how you feel. When I was your age, I saw something." Dean says to Lucas. "You don't think anyone will listen to you, or believe you. I want you to know that I will. You don't even have to say anything. You could draw me a picture about what you saw that day, with your dad, on the lake...hm?" I say, Dean sighs. "Okay, no problem. This is for you." Dean holds out to Lucas the picture he drew, it's stick figures. "This is my family." Dean points at each person in turn. "That's my dad. That's my mom. That's my geek brother, and that's me, then a little birdy in the sky-" Dean stops talking as he sees my drawing, which was a lot more detailed than his.

"I thought you could draw Dean." I giggle.

"All right, so I'm a sucky artist...." Dean waits for any sign from Lucas, hoping he would chime in but nothing. "Well see you around, Lucas." Dean heads back to Sam and Andrea, I smile, he seems really good with kids, I thought.

"Here." I place my drawing next to Lucas. "You can keep it...just know of you need anything, I'm here." Him still not responding, I make my way to the others.

"Lucas hasn't said a word, not even to me. Not since his dad's accident." I hear Andrea say.

"Yeah, we heard. Sorry." Dean says softly.

"What are the Doctors saying?" I ask.

"That it's a kind of post-traumatic stress." She explains.

"That can't be easy. For either of you." Sam intervenes.

"We moved in with my dad. He helps out a lot. It's just...when I think about what Lucas went through, what he saw..."

"Kids are strong. You'd be surprised what they can deal with." Dean smiles and looks over at me, making me roll my eyes.

"You know, he used to have such life. He was hard to keep up with, to tell you the truth. Now he just sits there. Drawing those pictures, playing with those army men. I just wish-" Andrea goes silent as Lucas walks up, carrying a picture.

"Hey sweetie, you ok?" I kneel and smile, he hands me the picture. "Thank you..." It's a picture of the Carlton house....

~

Me and Dean are inside the motel room, I'm sitting at the table and Dean is sitting on a bed. Sam went to the library to get some books so we were alone.

"Y/n? Here." Dean suddenly speaks, he pats the seat next to him. I slowly walk over and sit next to him.

"You ok?"

"Yeah...About earlier, on the bridge...."

"Dean..."

"It's not that I don't want to I do trust me I do...."

"Don't apologize, it's ok I understand..." He glances over at me, his eyes showed a little bit of lust. We both started to lean, this feels wrong, I thought, but yet so right. We've only known each other for a few weeks, yet I wanted him more as his lips brushed against mine. Our lips connect, making me scoot closer but Dean pulls back again.

"We can't..." Yet he kisses me again muttering over and over one more. I slipped onto his lap, straddling him while pulling closer. Before we could possibly go any farther Sam opens the door and comes in as we quickly seperate.

"So, I think it's safe to say we can rule out Nessie." He says, unaware of what was going on.

"What do you mean?" I questioned, Sam sits across from me and Dean.

"I just drove past the Carlton house. There was an ambulance there. Will Carlton is dead."

"He drowned?" Dean asks.

"Yep. In the sink."

"What the hell? So you're right, this isn't a creature. We're dealing with something else."

"Yeah, but what?"

"I don't know. Water wraith, maybe? Some kind of demon? I mean, something that controls water...water that comes from the same source."

"The lake, that's the source." I chime in. "Which would explain why it's upping the body count. The lake is draining. It'll be dry in a few months so whatever this thing is, it's running out of time."

"And if it can get through the pipes, it can get to anyone, almost anywhere." Sam says as Dean stands up.

"This is gonna happen again soon. And we do know one other thing for sure. We know this has got something to do with Bill Carlton."

"Yeah, it took both his kids." Dean growls.

"I've been asking around. Lucas's dad, Chris, is Bill Carlton's godson."

"Let's go pay Mr. Carlton a visit."

~

We left to go to the Carlton house a s spotted Bill sitting on the bench on the dock. Sam speaks "Mr. Carlton?" He looks up, wondering who we are

"We'd like to ask you a few questions, if you don't mind."

"We're from the, the Department-" Bill cuts Dean off.

"I don't care who you're with. I've answered enough questions today."

"Your son said he saw something in that lake. What about you? You ever see anything out there? Mr. Carlton, Sophie's drowning and Will's death-we think there might be a connection to you or your family." I explain.

"My children are gone. It's...it's worse than dying. Go away. Please." Realizing we weren't gonna get any where we decide to head back to the car.

"What do you guys think?" Sam ask.

"I think the poor guy's been through hell. I also think he's not telling us something." Dean guesses, Sam leans on the Impala.

"So now what?" I ask, Dean goes still "What is it?"

"Huh...." Dean is looking at the Carlton house. "Maybe Bill's not the only one who knows something. Y/n do you have the picture Lucas gave to you?" I nod and pull it out, the picture Lucas brought him, which is of the Carlton house.

~

"I'm sorry, but I don't think it's a good idea." Andrea says, we decided to give Lucas another visit hoping he'd talk to us.

"We just need to talk to him. Just for a few minutes." I plead.

"He won't say anything. What good's it gonna do?"

"Andrea, we think more people might get hurt. We think something's happening out there." Sam explained.

"My husband, the others, they just drowned. That's all."

"If that's what you really believe, then we'll go. But if you think there's even a possibility that something else could be going on here, please let me talk to your son." Dean looks at her, hoping she'll say yes. Silently she agrees leads us into Lucas room with Sam and Andrea behind us, he's coloring, toy soldiers standing around him. We enter and Dean crouches down by Lucas. "Hey, Lucas. You remember us?" I notice Lucas has drawn two more pictures of a red bicycle. "You know, I, uh, I wanted to thank you for that last drawing. But the thing is, we need your help again." Lucas is drawing a person in water. Dean opens the house picture and puts it down in front of Lucas.

"How did you know to draw this? Did you know something bad was gonna happen? Maybe you could nod yes or no for me." He ignores Dean and keeps coloring. I slowly walk over and sit down in front of him. "You're scared. It's okay. I understand." Dean told him. "See, when I was your age, I saw something real bad happen to my mom...I was scared, too. I didn't feel like talking, just like you. But see, my mom-I know she wants me to be brave. Cause she taught me to be brave. And I do my best to be brave. And maybe, your dad wants you to be brave too...its ok if you don't want to, but I really need your help." Lucas drops his crayon and looks up at Dean then at me. He hands me a picture of a white church, a yellow house, and a boy with a blue baseball cap and red bicycle in front of a wooden fence.

"Thanks, Lucas." I smile, which he returns making me fill with happiness. After we left Andrea's house the three of us are standing infront of the Impala, Sam examining the church picture.

"Andrea said the kid never drew like that till his dad died." Dean speaks.

"There are cases-going through a traumatic experience could make people more sensitive to premonitions, psychic tendencies." Sam groans.

"It's all part of the process." I chime in. "Whatever's out there, what if Lucas is tapping into it somehow?"

"You mean magically?" Dean asked, confused.

"Yeah, I mean he might be connected but he doesn't even know...but what does the church have to do with this?"

"I don't know, but the only problem is there's about a thousand yellow two-stories in this county alone." Sam looks at the picture. "See this church? I bet there's less than a thousand of those around here."

"Oh, college boy thinks he's so smart." Dean comments.

"Well what about the church we passed by when we drove into town?" I wondered  which the boys thought it wouldn't hurt. So we drove to the white church shaped like the one in Lucas's picture. There's a yellow house next to the church and a wooden fence near the house. When we got to the door, I knocked and a woman answered. We told her we were FBI, at first she was hesitant but eventually let's us in.

"Im sorry to mother you ma'am, but does a little boy live here, by chance? He might wear a blue ball cap, has a red bicycle." I ask.

"No Ms, Not for a very long time. Peter's been gone for thirty-five years now." She sighs, and I notice a picture of Peter on the side table. "The police never-I never had any idea what happened. He just disappeared." Sam points out to Dean a number of toy soldiers on a table. Just like the ones at Luca's house, I thought, so I was right. "Losing him-you know, it's...it's worse than dying." She explained, however I felt someone staring at me, it was Dean. When we make eye contact he looks away, cheeks burning.

"Did he disappear from here? I mean, from this house?" Dean asks.

"He was supposed to ride his bike straight home after school, and he never showed up." Sweeny answers, I start to walk around and pick a picture off the mirror. There are two boys in the picture, one Peter with a bicycle. I read the back of the picture, the words made my eyes go wide. "Peter Sweeney and Billy Carlton, nineteen seventy." I mutter, after the visit with Mrs. Sweeny, we decide to go talk to Bill again. "Mr. Carlton?" Sam calls out as we walk up to the house, we hear an engine roar. We run around the house to see Bill going out on the lake in his boat. "Hey, check it out." Dean says, pointimg towards the lake. We start to run to the end of the dock, yelling. "Mr. Carlton! You need to come back! Come out of the water! Turn the boat around!"

He ignores us and keeps going, the boat was to far out, all I could see was the water rising up, making Bill's boat flip over.

~~

After the accident me, Sam, Dean, and Jake walk in the door of the police station. Andrea looks over, "Sam, Y/n, Dean." She stands up, putting the bag and a container on her chair. "I didn't expect to see you here."

"So now you're on a first-name basis." Jake says. "What are you doing here?"

"I brought you dinner."

"I'm sorry, sweetheart, I don't really have the time."

"I heard about Bill Carlton. Is it true? Is something going on with the lake?"

"Right now we don't know what the truth is. But I think it might be better if you and Lucas went on home." Lucas looks up and whines, looking stricken. He jumps up and grabs my arm, pulling and tugging.

"Lucas, hey, what is it?" I kneel down, it was like he was trying to get a message to me but couldn't form the words. "Lucas?"

"Lucas." Andrea calls.

"Lucas, it's okay. It's okay. Hey, Lucas, it's okay. It's okay." I say and was about to comfort him when Andrea pulls him away from me and leads him outside. He doesn't look away from me however. Jake throws down his jacket and goes into his office. The three of us follow behind. "Okay, just so I'm clear, you see...something attack Bill's boat, sending Bill-who is a very good swimmer, by the way-into the drink, and you never see him again?" Jake summarizes, Dean glances at me.

"Yeah, that about sums it up." Dean mutters.

"And I'm supposed to believe this, even though I've already sonar-swept that entire lake? And what you're describing is impossible? And you're not really Wildlife Service." Dean looks surprised. "That's right, I checked. Department's never heard of you three."

"See, now, we can explain that."

"Enough. Please. The only reason you're breathing free air is one of Bill's neighbors saw him steering out that boat just before you did. So, we have a couple of options here. I can arrest you for impersonating government officials and hold you as material witnesses to Bill Carlton's disappearance. Or, we can chalk this all up to a bad day, you get into your car, you put this town in your rearview mirror, and you don't ever darken my doorstep again."

"Door number two sounds good." Sam says but I was about to protest.

"That's the one I'd pick." After that we left, packed our stuff an left. I was pissed, there is something happening here and we're just gonna leave? The three of us are in the Impala, waiting at a traffic light. A sign says I-43 North to Milwaukee is to the left. The light turns green, but the Impala doesn't move, after a few seconds Dean turns right.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Thats what I'm wondering to. Dean, this job, I think it's over." Sam tells him.

"I'm not so sure." Dean says.

"If Bill murdered Peter Sweeney and Peter's spirit got its revenge, case closed. The spirit should be at rest."

"All right, so what if we take off and this thing isn't done? You know, what if we've missed something? What if more people get hurt?"

"Deans gotta point, I don't think this is over either." I agree.

"But why would you think that?" Sam questioned.

"Because Lucas was really scared."

"That's what this is about?" Sam groans.

"I just don't want to leave this town until I know the kid's okay." Dean agrees.

"Who are you? And what have you done with my brother?" Sam chuckles and Dean glances at Sam.

"Shut up."

~~

We arrived back at the Barr's and stood out there for at least a good five minutes.

"Are you sure about this? It's pretty late." Sam asks us, Dean rings the doorbell. At that moment, Lucas opens the door, desperately afraid.

"Lucas? Lucas!" I yell but he takes off. We follow him to the hallway, water is pouring out from under the bathroom door and down the stairs. Lucas starts pounding on the bathroom door again. Dean pushes him over to Sam and I kick in the door. Lucas grabs Dean and me, so Sam runs into the bathroom and sticks his arms in the tub, trying to pull Andrea out. She is pulled back under, and Sam is struggling, so I run over and help him out. The force is strong but not strong enough, we keep pulling until Andrea is all the way out. As soon as she's out she starts coughing up water, later Andrea is sitting in the living room, dry and wearing comfortable clothing.

"Can you tell me?" Sam asks, who is sitting next to me.

"No." She answers. Dean and I were looking through notebooks on bookshelves, to see if anything that is happening would relate to the situation.

"It doesn't make any sense." She starts crying. "I'm going crazy." She puts her face in her hands.

"No, you're not. Tell me what happened. Everything." Sam pleads.

"I heard...I thought I heard...there was this voice."

"What did it say?"

"It said...it said 'come play with me'. What's happening?" Dean pulls out a scrapbook that says "Jake - 12 years old" and opens it, flipping pages. He closes it again, nudges me and we go over to Sam. He puts the book down in front of Andrea, open to a picture of Explorer Troop 37. "Do you recognize the kids in these pictures?"

"What? Um, no. I mean, except that's my dad right there. He must have been about twelve in these pictures." She moves her finger over to another picture of Jake as a child, he is standing next to Peter. Dean looks at Sam, then me.

"Chris Barr's drowning. The connection wasn't to Bill Carlton. It must have been to the Sheriff."

"Bill and the Sheriff-they were both involved with Peter." I muttered

"What about Chris? My dad-what are you talking about?" She asks, I look over to Lucas. "Lucas?" I call, he is staring out the window.

"Lucas, what is it?" Dean asks, Lucas opens the door and walks outside. We all follow him, he look determined.

"Lucas, honey?" Andrea calls as he stops and looks at the ground, then at Dean. "You and Lucas get back to the house and stay there, okay?" Dean says and Andrea pulls Lucas back to the house. Dean and Sam presumably fetch shovels from the Impala, before they start digging. After five minutes later I hold out my hand.

"Here Sam, I'll take over, why don't you go inside?" He nods and heads inside after handing me the shovel, so now it's just me and Dean. It was silent for a little while, until I spoke. "So, we gonna talk about it?" Dean glances at me.

"About what?"

"...The kiss, that Sam sort of ruined." He laughs.

"Well uh...what is there to talk about?" He stops, making me stop as I walk over to him, lightly placing my hand on his. "Dean I...Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why kiss me? I mean do you...love me? Or is this just a fling." He goes silent for a second, but speaks.

"I don't know what I feel...however when I'm with you I'm happy..." I smile, I make him happy, I thought. "Y/n...I know your seventeen, but I want to be with you. So will you be my girlfriend?" Quickly I nod which makes a flower bloom on his features. He slams his lips against mine. He drops the shovel and wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me closer. Sam clears his throat while laughing silently and we pull away, both of our cheeks red. "Am I interrupting?" I chuckle and we go back to digging as awkwardness fills the air. My shovel clanks against something, and me and Dean dig with our hands, pulling out a red bicycle.

"Peter's bike." I whisper.

"Who are you?" Jake growls from behind us, pointing a gun.

"Put the gun down, Jake." I tell him.

"How did you know that was there?"

"What happened? You and Bill killed Peter, drowned him in the lake and then buried the bike? You can't bury the truth, Jake. Nothing stays buried."

"I don't know what the hell your talking about."

"You and Bill killed Peter Sweeney thirty-five years ago. That's what the hell I'm talking about." Just then Andrea runs up yelling. "Dad!"

"And now you got one seriously pissed-off spirit." Dean mentions.

"It's gonna take Andrea, Lucas, everyone you love. It's gonna drown them. And it's gonna drag their bodies God knows where, so you can feel the same pain Peter's mom felt. And then, after that, it's gonna take you, and it's not gonna stop until it does." I tell Jake, he scoffs.

"Yeah, and how do you know that?"

"Because that's exactly what it did to Bill Carlton." Sam explains.

"Listen to yourselves, all of you. You're insane."

"I don't really give a rat's ass what you think of us. But if we're gonna bring down this spirit, we need to find the remains, salt them, and burn them into dust. Now tell me you buried Peter somewhere. Tell me you didn't just let him go in the lake." Dean begs.

"Dad, is any of this true?" Andrea asks, voice shaking.

"No. Don't listen to them. They're liars and they're dangerous."

"Something tried to drown me. Chris died on that lake. Dad, look at me." Jake does. "Tell me you-you didn't kill anyone." He looks away in shame. "Oh my God." 

"Billy and I were at the lake. Peter was the smallest one. We always bullied him, but this time, it got rough. We were holding his head under the water. We didn't mean to. But we held him under too long and he drowned. We let the body go, and it sank." Jake tells us and Dean glances at Sam. "Oh, Andrea, we were kids. We were so scared. It was a mistake. But, Andrea, to say that I have anything to do with these drownings, with Chris, because of some ghost? It's not rational."

"All right, listen to me, all of you. We need to get you away from this lake, as far as we can, right now." Dean warns, but Andrea turns her head and spots Lucas going down to the lake, she gasps. We turn to what she's looking at, "Lucas!" I yell and I run up to the dock. Lucas is leaning over the side, reaching for a toy soldier in the water. "Lucas!" Dean yells.

"Lucas! Baby, stay where you are" Andrea yells. A hand comes up and pulls Lucas into the water. The adults have reached the edge of the lake. Jake stops as Peter's head is visible, Jake recognizes him. We keep running to the end of the dock.

"Oh my God!" Andrea yells. She takes off her jacket to jump in.

"Andrea, stay there!" I say and I jump in, I could hear Andrea trying to get to Lucas.

"We'll get him! Just stay on the dock!" Sam pleads. I could see Lucas at the bottom and I swim down there to get him. He was being dragged down, I swim faster, what I didn't understand is Lucas was let go and started floating upwards. Did the ghost just let him go? That doesn't matter, I grab Lucas and swim back to the surface. I emerge while holding Lucas, who isn't moving.

~

The three of us walk out of the motel, Dean opens his car door and Sam tosses a duffel in.

"Look, we're not gonna save everybody." Sam says, he was referring to Jake who died to save Lucas.

"I know." Dean sighs.

"Sam, Dean." Andrea walks up with Lucas. "Hey." Me and Dean say at the same time. "We're glad we caught you. We just, um, we made you lunch for the road." Lucas is carrying a tray of sandwiches.

"Lucas insisted on making the sandwiches himself."

"Can I give it to them now?" Lucas excitedly asks.

"Of course." Andrea smiles and kisses his head.

"Come on, Lucas, let's load this into the car." Dean says.

"How you holding up?" I ask Andrea.

"It's just gonna take a long time to sort through everything, you know?" I sigh. "Andrea, I'm sorry, if I knew-" She silences me and shakes her head.

"You saved my son. I can't ask for more than that. Dad loved me. He loved Lucas. No matter what he did, I just have to hold on to that." I smile as Dean walks up to me with Lucas.

"All right, if you're gonna be talking now, this is a very important phrase, so I want you to repeat it one more time."

"Zeppelin rules!" Lucas laughs.

"That's right. Up high." Dean holds his hand up for a high-five. Lucas obliges, grinning.

"You take care of your mom, okay?"

"All right." The both of them leave, Dean smiles and gives me a peck on the lips, then goes around the car.

"Sam, move your ass. We're gonna run out of daylight before we hit the road."

"Yeah yeah ok." Sam chuckled as we all got in, continuing with our adventure.

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The Road So Far (pt. 2)

Sweet Pea x reader

Summary: Y/n Winchester and her two older brothers go to the small town of Riverdale for a case, and meets Sweet Pea on tbe way.

Riverdale + Supernatural Crossover

Word Count: 2006

Chapter 1 • Chapter 3

Sweet Pea handed Sam the drinks, and you stepped inside. "Dean." You said. He reluctantly gave you his gun that he was hiding behind him. "C'mon dude." You put the gun on the table as he closed the door.

You and Sam sat down at a small table and started eating. "So, what's up with Mr. Nice Guy?" He teased.

You smiled and looked down at your food. "I don't know. Almost everybody seems afraid of him, but he's been nothing but nice to me. I asked around about him to see if he's a player, but everyone says that he's scary or that he's loyal."

"Why do people think he's scary?"

Mm, probably because he's in a gang, and has a neck tattoo, and rides a motorcycle, and is known for hating the Northside, and his name is Sweet Pea." He stared at you, amused. "But I'm just guessing. Could be wrong."

"So it's like he's a scary mafia leader who's respected by his people but feared by everybody else, and also protects his girl and treats her right despite everybody's warning about him to her."

You sat there in silence, taking in the truth that he was saying. "I don't see the comparison at all." You said quietly, picking at your food while Sam laughed.

Meanwhile, Dean and Sweet Pea were having a conversation that was not as lighthearted. "What's your game here?"

"What?" Sweet Pea asked nervously.

"Why are you trying to get into my little sister's pants? Don't think I don't know the kind of guy you are."

"I'm really not trying anything bad." Although Dean was tall, Sweet Pea was still taller, and Dean hated the fact that he had to look up in order to face him.

Dean didn't believe him. "You know we won't be here for much long right? A week max, and the three of us will be on the road together, just like it's always been."

"Yeah, and she deserves more than that." He stepped closer, gaining some new found confidence to the Winchester. "She should be enjoying the things that's in front of her, not just saying 'Who cares, I'm gonna be gone soon' like she has been. She deserves a life, and she's not getting that."

Dean looked away and wiped his mouth with his hand in frustration. Maybe he was right. Maybe the hunting life wasn't for you. "Look, if I see or hear about you trying anything with her-"

"You'll shoot me?" He asked, some of his confidence gone.

"Oh, no, I'll be standing right next to you watching while she shoots you." He smiled at patted him hard on the back, going back inside.

"So, how'd it go?" You asked with a teasing smile.

"Where's my food?" You and Sam looked at each other. If he avoided the question, that meant that he came to a conclusion he didn't like.

You silently put his food in front of him on the table, and he pulls up a chair to eat. "Oh, by the way," you said. "After dinner I'm gonna go out to Fox Forest with a few other people from school. They have a lead."

"Sure, as long as we tag along." Dean didn't look up from his food.

"What? No." You whined. "It's fine, I can handle myself."

"And what about your friends?" Sam caught on to Dean's bitter tone. He understood that Dean didn't like it that you were attaching yourself a little too much to a town that you will be leaving.

"They've been in a lot of dangerous situations before. Jughead and Betty have caught this kid's murderer, a serial killer, and have figured out a lot of sketchy crap that goes on in this town. They're good at solving mysteries, and have stayed alive in the process."

Sam looked from you to Dean. "That's... actually impressive."

Dean ignored all of that. "Jughead? What kind of a name is Jughead?"

Your face fell. "Is that all you got from that?" He sheepishly looked at you. "I'm going. Don't worry, if anything happens I'll call. Promise."

Sam and Dean looked at each other. "Fine."

You hugged Dean, to which he grumbled and hugged you back. You then took the pie out of the bag and opened the packaging, handing Dean a plastic fork and kissed him on the top of the head in a fun manner, ruffling his hair. "It's cherry."

A small smile came onto his face as he excepted your rare, playful love. You put on your jacket, put your knife in your pocket, and headed out. "Love you guys."

"Love you too." They both called out as you close the door.

You then head out to Fox Forest, meeting with the other three. You all search around, finding nothing for a while. Once you're deep into the forest, you found some tents. "Hey guys." You said. "Over there."

We all hid, trying to see whether someone would come out or not. Someone did. "It's a Ghoulie." Sweet Pea whispered, with Jughead nodding.

"A Ghoulie?"

"It's a rival gang." Betty explained. You breathed out a small laugh. Until they shifted into their true form. You were hoping that this stake out was going to be false, but that wasn't the case. "Oh my God." Betty whispered.

You took out your phone, quickly calling Dean. "Who are you calling?" Jughead whispered harshly.

"My brothers. Trust me."

As he answered, Jughead ended the call. "No. That won't help."

"Let's all just go before they see us." You said. "We need to think about what to do next." They all agreed, swiftly leaving.

The four of you stood in the cold near the bridge. "Okay, I need to process this." Jughead said. "We'll all meet up tomorrow to talk about what we're going to do."

Jughead and Betty left together, leaving you and Sweet Pea alone. "Hey, you okay?" He gently touched your arm.

"Uh, yeah. Still processing. Are you?"

"I'm a little freaked by it, but we have to do something so I guess I should try to be calm right now. Come on, I'll give you a ride."

You both got to the motel, and you stopped him from leaving. "Wait." You put your hand on his, causing him to stop. You then take off the ring you've been wearing. "Here."

He smiled at it and put it on, taking off his dog tag and putting it on you. "I know this was a scary ass night, but I'm still not letting you get away from me. Hope you feel better."

You blankly stated at him before giving him a light hug. "Thank you. I hope you feel better too." He then took off.

You put the dog tag underneath your shirt and went inside. "So," Dean said from his bed. "How'd it go? You called me but hung up right after."

"Heh," you nervously laughed. "So funny story-"

"You saw the werewolves." He uncrossed his arms. You nodded. "What'd you do?"

"Nothing. We decided to figure out what to do about it tomorrow."

"Damnit y/n." He sighed.

"I thought it would be a dead end." You defensively said. "I didn't know that they actually knew what they were doing."

He scooted over. "Well go to sleep. We have to go to school tomorrow."

The next day at school you prayed to Chuck that Sam and Dean wouldn't do anything while you were at school. It was then that there was an announcement that you, Betty, Jughead and Sweet Pea were to go to the principal's office. Damn you Chuck.

The four of you were all sitting down in Mr. Weatherbee's office, and as soon as the principal left your two giant brothers came in. "Aren't they your brothers?" Jughead asked.

"I wish I could say no." You gave them an embarrassed look.

"Hi." Sam said. "I'm special agent Hoff. This is my partner, special agent Hassel."

You let out a snort. "I'm sorry, is there something funny?" Dean asked.

"Wow guys, that's good. Special agents Hassel and Hoff. David Hasselhoff. Nice."

Dean sighed. "Really?"

"Dean cut the crap, they know what they saw."

"You two aren't agents." Betty stated.

Sam sighed. "Y/n's right Dean. They're smarter that they look."

Jughead leaned in his seat. "Why would you two have different last names when we know that you were brothers?"

Your two brothers were silent. Dean then looked at you. "You wanna give your smart ass friends the hunter's talk?"

You looked down. "Not really." You felt Sweet Pea stare at you, but you refused to look at him. He'd want to stay far away from you now, you were sure of it.

Sam and Dean finished explaining everything. The three teenagers sitting next to you were staring at you. You kept your gaze on the floor. "So that's why you all have to stay away from that place." Dean said. "At least until we take care of them."

"No." Betty said.

"Wha- were you not just listening to what they were saying?!" You exclaimed.

"You need more people, because knowing the Ghoulies, the whole gang's probably werewolves."

"Betty's right." Jughead nodded. "Strength in numbers. You need the Serpents."

"Serpents?" Dean looked at you for answers. You put two fingers to your neck pulse. He understood that you were talking about Sweet Pea's tattoo. He huffed. "This ain't some game for kid 'gangs'."

"The Serpents aren't a kiddy gang," Jughead protested. "They're a family. And my dad is the serpent king."

You knew it was supposed to be serious, but you couldn't help but find it a bit funny. "Well shit." You said, smiling. "This town is so weird, and I love it."

"Y/n, you can't be serious." Sam said.

"Well, we have to take out a big nest. You heard them, there's about 70 Ghoulies. We need all the help we can get." You then turned to Sweet Pea. "Doesn't your gang have a law about unity or something?" You cocked your head, a smile on your face.

He nodded, feeling pumped up. "In unity, there is strength."

"In unity, there is strength." Betty and Jughead echoed.

Dean huffed. "Fine, I'll call Cas."

"I'll call Crowley." You perked up.

"No." Both your brothers said.

"Why?" You whined. "He's changed. Now that he's got human blood in him, he's good. And he has a soft spot for me. Admit it." They didn't respond. "Silence is acceptance. I'll call him right now."

"Who's Crowley?" Sweet Pea asked. "And Cas?"

"Um, they'll probably introduce themselves when they get here." As Dean left the room to call Castiel, you shifted towards Sweet Pea. "Hey, uh, I get it if you don't want to talk to me anymore. People usually stay away when they find out I'm a hunter."

"Are you kidding?" Sweet Pea asked with a smile. "You're a total badass superhero! That just makes me want to spend more time with you."

You gave him a huge grin. "Really?"

He nodded, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. He began to lean in, and your lips were about to touch before Sam cleared him throat. "You should call Crowley now."

You felt heat spread on your face as you nodded, taking out your phone and calling The King 😈. He put that as his contact on your phone.

"Hey Crowley. Whatcha doin'?"

...

"Sounds boring. So, I was wondering if you'd wanna help out on a case. Please?"

...

"No, not demons. Werewolves. About 70 of them."

...

"As soon as Cas is here, so about two days."

...

"Perfect! You're the best Crowley."

...

"Don't get too cocky on me now. I'll let you know when he comes. Bye!"

You then hung up the phone. "He's coming!" You happily said. "So while we wait on Cas, we have two days to help these Serpents to become a hunter."

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