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dreamersdivine · 3 years

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The orchard

Word count: 4k

Written: August 20, 2021

Warnings: Blood, Violence, Manipulation (?), Kidnapping, Cursing, Mentions of death, Implied mentions of torture, Yandere/Possessive behavior, Repitition of words/phrases, little bit of dreamxreader,

Something Sam x fem!reader (or gender neutral reader) maybe they started dating after dream got put in prison but as things seemed to keep getting more dangerous (Tommy’s death, ghostbur’s death, quackity’s torture, etc) Sam get progressively more possessive. Maybe he makes reader be by his side at literally all times or puts her on some type of house arrest or whatever, but reader goes against whatever rules he’s set and Sam just snaps. Kidnaps reader and puts her in the prison where some punishments might be endured because reader fights him and yells at him, that kind of thing lol

Your eyes softened when they fell upon the creeper hybrid sitting at the front desk. He seemed a little nervous, shuffling around a bit. Which was understandable, it was his first day and nobody else quite knew how to act with Dream gone. “Sam,” you called out approaching him. His head shot up to you, visibly relaxing.

"Honey,“ that nickname of his melted your heart.

You held up a basket, smiling. "I thought we could have a picnic,” you said. He smiled at the thoughtful action. Sam pushed aside some stuff on his desk allowing you to sit on top of it. Happily you sat upon his desk pulling out assorted foods for the both of you, your feet swinging.

“You know I didn’t think I’d be the one running this place,” he said looking down at his sandwich. He picked a piece of lettuce off, dropping it on his plate. “Sam, you built this place. You’re the most qualified to be in charge,” you assured him, a hand reaching over to rest atop his. He glanced up at you, smiling a sharp grin. Your confidence in him gave Sam some strength. “I love you more than anything (y/n),” you leaned forward pressing a soft kiss amongst his green freckles. A gentle blush appearing on his cheeks. The both of you repeated each other’s sentences as time went on. He loved you more than anything.

He was the most qualified to run through prison. When Tommy died something inside of Sam snapped. The prison was no longer safe to anyone. Sam wouldn’t let anyone in, even you. And when Tommy was revived he repeated it like a mantra. He was qualified. He was qualified? He was qualified. “Hey Sam,” you called out into your living room. “I’m going out,” there was a shift of something and in a second he was in the doorway. “Wait, where are you going?” He asked. He looked worried. “Im…going to hang out with George and maybe stop by Niki’s on the way back?” “Can I come with?” Sam asked. You were silent for a second before nodding.

“I suppose so, but isnt this your day off? Wouldn’t you rather be here and relax?” Sam had already been gathering his stuff and was ready to go as you finished speaking.

"Nope,“ he smiled. Shrugging you left,, Sam in tow. You had chalked it up to just missing you and wanting to be close. But this was just the beginning. Almost everytime you went out he wanted to come with, he never spoke to who ever you visited but always was on guard. Next Sam was always weirded out about Quackity. When you said you were going to check up on the beloved duck hybrid he almost screamed no at you. You had froze hand on the doorknob that day. Sam had never raised his voice at you. "Wait (y/n),” you moved past him shakily. “N-no it’s fine, I’ll just stay here,” you set your things down and went back to the bedroom.

Sam could only describe it as a wounded puppy. He had never yelled or raised his voice. No matter if he was upset by something you did or not. So what changed? It was only Quackity. But Quackity was dangerous and you needed to be kept safe. He didn’t mean to make you upset, but it was for your own good. “I don’t think you should go out at night anymore,” he had said in passing. You ended up dropping all the laundry you were about to do. “Move to the island with me,” you noticed on the way there just how far away it was from everything. “I think you should just stay here and I’ll bring your friends to you,” this is when you called it ridiculous. Enough was enough. Waking up one morning you decided that you were going to confront Sam about this behavior.

This house didn’t feel like home. It was almost like. A prison. You gathered some things and headed to pandora’s vault. He was at the front desk dressed in his usual warden attire. “Sam,” his head snapped up. “(Y/n)? You’re not supposed to be here you’re supposed to be on the-” “Island?” You cut him off. He stood slightly from his chair. “This crazy behavior needs to stop Sam,” you could see his eyebrows furrow under his helmet. Reaching up slowly he removed it from his head.

“It’s not crazy behavior (y/n), this is to keep you safe,"

"keep me safe? Sam all you’ve done is keep me prisoner on a faraway island. I miss seeing my friends, I miss being able to go have fun with them without you breathing down my neck. I want to be able to go out during the night and hunt mobs with them,” slowly he was coming closer. You hadn’t realized how much he towered over you until now. “You need to be kept safe, I’m doing this for you,” just as you suspected. Not a single word probably made it through. You scoffed before turning away.

“We’re done Sam. I’m not- I’m not dealing with this any longer, you can’t control what I do with my life like you do to Dream,"

"you’re not leaving this prison,” he said causing you to stop walking.

“What?"

"Im not going to let you leave this prison,” Sam’s voice had gone darker.

A bitter bite to his tone, like icey steel. He pulled out his trident. “I think you should stay here now, for your safety,” You couldn’t believe the words that came out of Sam’s mouth. “You cant- Sam that’s kidnapping,” slowly you back away. He studied the trident in his hands, tossing it lightly before catching it again.

“It’s the only way to keep you safe,"

when the trident was out of his hands again you took that fraction of a second he was distracted and bolted. You didn’t get far through the prison before you heard the whoosh of the trident. A choked gasp ripped through your throat. Sam had thrown the trident perfectly to pin you to the wall. The trident fit around your neck perfectly. You struggled trying to push the weapon embedded in the wall. "Sam,” you grunted trying to get free. Your fingers grasped the blue metal, it slipping out of your touch every time.

He approached looking down upon you. His hand gently brushed some hair out of your face. “I promise nothing will happen to you,” the trident moved from the wall and he pulled you into a headlock. “Sam,” you gasped, your airway being cutoff. “Shh,” he hushed you softly, pressing a kiss against the side of your head, but you could barely feel it. You clawed at his arm weakly, black spots appearing in your vision. Sam lowered you to the ground gently, your body finally going limp. “No harm will ever come to you again,” he said softly. Sam gathered up your body bringing you elsewhere. When you woke up your throat felt bruised and was on fire. You tried to rub the blurry vision out of your eyes. The room you were in was obsidian, no windows, and a single door.

“Sam?” Your voice croaked, it was incredibly soft. Almost inaudible. The door opened slowly. Sam appearing in your vision. He handed you something, without thinking about it you took it gulping it down. Water. Then the panic set in. You were in a cell in the prison. “Sam?!” Your voice now louder but still scratched. “Sam let me out right now,” “N-no you don’t understand (y/n) it isn’t safe out here,” Sam’s shaky voice came from behind the door.

He had left as soon as he had come in. “You can’t keep me in here, they’ll come for me,” You said stumbling out of the bed. Your hand on the wall for support. The obsidian was surprisingly cold to the touch. “Who will?” Sam’s question haunted you. You hadn’t seen friends in weeks. It was true he had kept you away from everyone. Nobody would notice you gone. “They’ll pass by the cell and know, they’ll know that I’m here,” you stood next to the door now. “This is a hidden cell, far away from the others, only I know where it is,” Sam finally said.

“Fuck you,” you could hear the heartbreak on the other side of the door. “(Y/n)-” “No, fuck you. Fuck you. Let me out right now,” your fist pounded against the metal door. It was silent on the other side. “Sam!” You hit your hand on the door again. “Sam let me out now, ” you screamed at him. You heard a small cough and the clear of a throat. But the only other person who was in the prison was “Dream?” You called out looking at your wall. You noticed a vent at the bottom of the wall.

“(Y/n), How are you in the prison?” He asked confused, his voice flowing from it.

"Sam put me in here, something about keeping me safe,“ it was quiet on the other side of the vent. In fact it was silent for days. You had taken his silence as a chance to search around the room. Sam had put all of your favorite things in here.

As your fingers traced over one of the books a bit of dust rubbed off. This book had been here for a while. How long had this room been here? How long had Sam been planning this? You sunk to the floor ready to vomit. Your door opened slightly revealing Sam. "Come on, we’re going on a walk,” at first you had thought that would mean outside the prison, but how foolish of you. It was just the courtyard. You had lost track of time already. Had it been two weeks? Three? After your walk with Sam you stood by the vent. “Dream I don’t want to be in here, please there’s got to be some way out,” you begged.

There was still no response. You took your shoe off your foot and threw it angrily at the wall. It hit with a small smack and fell to the ground. “Satisfying now. Boring later,” Dream hummed. “You dumb idiot help me get out of here,” you hissed. You did not have time for his games. He had obviously been in the prison longer than anyone else, he has to have a slight idea on how to get out. You didn’t know how much longer it was an hour, two, three, maybe fifteen minutes but Dream finally knocked slightly on the wall clearing his throat.

“Are you awake?” He asked softly. “Yeah. Why?” He sighed. “I think I might have an idea,” you scrambled from your sitting position over to the vent. “Will it work?” You asked. Dream hesitated for a moment. “I don’t know, but I want you to play along,” “Wait what?” You thought he was going to give you an actual plan. “He wants you safe right? Sam would never hurt you, he loves you too much. So he’ll want to keep you happy. Just play along for a while, and then that will be your time to strike,” he said. You leaned your forehead against the wall.

“Isn’t that manipulation?"

"Isn’t this kidnapping?” He shot back.

You internally agreed with Dream. You sighed and sunk to the ground again. The rock still surprisingly cold. “I can try, but get ready to witness my horrible acting skills,” you heard Dream shift around on the other side. “You don’t have to act though. You love him don’t you?” Did you? This was a difficult question. Of course you loved him but in love? After this? You couldn’t tell. “What I’m trying to say is, be yourself. Do whatever it is he wants. Within reason of course,” you smiled. “thanks Dream. If you weren’t such a manipulative asshole you might make a nice friend,” he snorted at your statement. “Same back at you if you weren’t a needy bitch,” you roll your eyes.

You leaned over to your bed grabbing the book you had left there this morning. Dream perked up on his side of the wall. He recognized that sound to be paper. He licked his lips slightly. “Is that a book?” Your voice was hesitant but agreed. “Yeah it’s a book I was reading, why?” “Could you- could you maybe read it to me?” There was a rustle of paper on your side, Dream waited for your refusal. To his surprise however you started reading the words from the very beginning.

Dream laid on the floor listening to you read. It was relaxing. Finally a moment of clarity and serenity in this hellhole. You must have fallen asleep like that, the book had slipped out of your hand. Dream’s words echoed through your head. You heard footsteps approaching your cell. Sam must have been bringing you some food. Your door opened and sure enough he was. He set down a plate on the table. “Sam?” He winced as if he already knew what you were going to say. “Thank you,” your voice was soft. Sam look up at you repeating what you said questioning.

“Yes thank you for keeping me safe,” gulping you continued, standing up off the ground.

“Although I don’t agree with being kept in the prison I understand you just want no harm to come to me,” Sam looked as if a bunch of weight had been lifted off his shoulders. “Of course,” in a few quick strides he was right in front of you. His hands cupped your cheeks gently, pressing his lips against yours. For a moment you were free, he felt like home. A reminder of what the good times had been like, but when he pulled away the reality of the situation came crashing down again. You had to get out of here. You heard the door click shut. Dream started talking the second he left.

“Hey (y/n)? Could we finish that book from last night?” He asked.

Shaking the thoughts away you pulled the book off the floor trying to remember where you had left off. With the help of Dream you resumed half way through the book.

When you had finished reading it there was some shuffling on the other side. “This bar seems pretty wide,” he hummed. Leaning down yourself you saw what he was talking about, and him. One of Dream’s glowing green eyes was looking back at you. But there was an unusual softness reflected in them. He coughed and lifted his head up. “Can you stick your hand through?” Dream asked. You blinked. “What?” “Nevermind, forget I asked,” “No, wait, I can try,” you were able to move your hand past the bar and to what you assumed was the other side of Dream’s cell.

You felt his hesitant touch. His fingers were a bit rough. You let him lock your fingers together. It was comforting. This became a new thing for the both of you. You would read books to him and he would hold your hand, giving comforting touches. There were days that Dream would tell you about the early days of the smp. Times he had with George and Sapnap. The early battles with Wilbur and Tommy. It was true Dream had done very questionable things but the person you were seeing here was a bit different.

“It’s late (y/n),” Dream whispered he started pulling away.

“No wait, please,” you desperately tried to grab his hand again. In a heartbeat his hand was in yours again. “Rest, please,” he murmured. You felt him shift your hand and he pressed a small kiss against your knuckles. You felt your cheeks heat up at the small action. “O-okay,” he let go allowing you to remove your arm from the vent. Dream made everything a bit more bearable. But you couldn’t live the rest of your life like this.

“We have to get out of here,” you whispered one night, trying to reach your hand through the little iron bars. “We?” With a small squish noise you fit through. Very gently his hand brushed over yours. Fingers locking “Yes, I’m going to get you out as well,” you felt his hand started to leave yours, desperately you grasped onto him. “(Y/n), you remember the apparently horrible things I’ve done. And I hope you know I’m just going to do more, I don’t plan on stopping. Not until I get what I want,” he said. You shook your head even though he couldn’t see it. “I don’t care. I don’t care at this point,” his thumb stroked over the back of your hand. “I might have an idea,” you said hesitantly.

“What is it?”

"I’m going to try and trap Sam in here,“ Dream’s movement froze.

"You think that will work?"

"One way to find out,” you replied.

You both said your goodnights. As you laid in bed you decided tomorrow would be the day, all you had to do was trap Sam and you both would be free of this place. The first thing that you noticed is that Sam did not accompany you for your walk today, it was Punz in his place. The next thing you noticed was the vent connecting your cell to Dream’s was gone. “No,” you rushed over to its previous spot. “No, no, no ” you continued muttering to yourself in disbelief. Your cell door opened.

“You took advantage of my kindness (y/n),"

"no, no, no, what did you do?"

You pointed at the missing vents location. The wall seemingly untouched, as if the vent had never existed in the first place. "He was filling your head with bad ideas, dangerous ones,” you whipped around on Sam shoving him. “Bring the vent back, let me speak to him, do it now,”. He sighed. “As your lover, I only care-” “you’re not my anything Sam, I don’t belong to you. We ended the second you started to control my life,” Sam was silent. The only movement in the room was the furrowing of Sam’s eyebrows.

He snapped his face mask over his mouth before grabbing you. “S-sam? What are you doing?” There was no answer. A glint of silver shone in your eyes, he was holding a small knife. In a flash Sam had you against the ground. “Get off! Get off of me!” One of his hands pushed your head against the ground, one of your arms trapped under his knee. Tears brimmed the corners of your eyes. You yelped as his dagger made contact with your collar bone.

“Please, Sam I’m sorry,” you begged he didn’t listen.

And began carving into your skin. God it burned. You felt the blood drip down your chest. Sam got up silently when he was done and left. Ignoring the sobs that came from you. Shakily you moved over to the mirror that sam had left, in the reflection you saw his name carved into your skin.

You took a spare cloth and attempted to dab up all the blood. He came back later that night having no apparent memory of this happening. “(Y/n),” he gasped setting your dinner down on the table near your bed. Sam tried to approach you but stopped as you flinched away from him. “Does it hurt?” He asked softly. You nodded stiffly eyes flickering to his helmet. Sam seemed to follow your line of sight and removed the netherite piece. He moved to sit on the bed next to you. You threw yourself onto his back hugged him from behind, arms lazily thrown over his shoulders. He relaxed into your touch.

“I hope you understand why I did it,” Sam spoke softly.

You nodded your head against him. He sighed happily as your fingers threaded through his hair playing with it gently. “I missed this,” he murmured. You hummed in response noticing his eyes had closed. Slowly you moved one of your arms lining it up with his throat. Sam didn’t even know what hit him.

Suddenly his air was being cut off as you locked your arms around him. Although you were much smaller than him and probably weaker, the way you had your arms locked guaranteed he wouldn’t escape. Sam kicked his legs struggling to breath until he finally stopped moving. With a grunt you pushed him off of you. You didn’t know how much time you had so you grabbed his key cards and keys. Slipping on your shoes you locked Sam into your cell and rushed through the prison attempting to get to Dream. It was a bit tricky seeing as how you had never seen the process of visiting the maximum prison cell but it was something neither of you would ever have to see again.

You pulled the lever allowing the lava to stop falling. You could see Dream on the other side. He seemed surprised to see all of you instead of just an eye or a hand. You sent to platform over allowing him to come over safely. Slowly Dream came to stand in front of you. He was taller than you remember. “We have to hurry I don’t know how-” his hand came up to cup your cheek. “just, let me admire for a moment,” he said. Dream stared at you for a moment before capturing your lips in a passionate kiss.

When he pulled away he smiled a bit. A genuine smile.

“Show me the way,"

you helped Dream maneuver your way out of the prison. With shutting some of the doors behind you there was no way for Sam to get out, at least not for a while. You gripped Dream’s hand closely, he was pulling you away from the prison deep into the forest. Both of you running for your lives. You slowed down after a while catching your breath. "Were you serious about continuing all of that stuff? all the manipulation and the fighting and-” the look he gave cut you off. “I will never do what Sam did to you,” he said. Dream brought you closer to him, his eyes drifting down.

You already knew what he spotted. “Did he-” “it’s fine doesn’t hurt anymore, can’t even feel it,” a glare upon Dream’s face, but it certainly wasn’t meant for you. “I should kill him,” his thumb gently ran over the wound. “Let’s focus on killing later and running now,” you suggested. Dream grinned pulling your hand in his again. You both bolted, deeper, hoping Sam would have no chance at catching up. A shadow passed the moon causing you to gasp. “Dream,” he stopped running, you gripped onto his arm. He must have used his trident. Sam was only a few feet away. A look of disappointment on his face.

God you hated when he looked like that, it made you feel so guilty. But that didn’t matter anymore. This was not the Sam you loved. “(Y/n)… I don’t understand. Why would you leave? After everything I’ve done for you,” your eyes narrowed at him. “Everything you’ve done? Everything you’ve done?! You locked me away. You took me away from all of my friends and pets. You tried to control every aspect of my life, carving this in me” you yelled at him, pointing at the scab of his name.

"What do you think Dream will do to you, (y/n)?“ Sam growled.

"You’ve let him free, now he’s just going to throw you away,” Dream was still half expecting you to agree, but was surprised when you pulled yourself closer. A bit of pride swelled in his chest. Sam’s eyes narrowed in on Dream’s protective stance and the way you clung on him. “I see…” Sam’s trident appeared menacingly in his hands. “I think it’s time I finally did as Quackity suggested,” he said. “Dream. Your final life is mine,"

#dreamwastaken x reader #dream x reader #mcyt x reader #onyx●scribbles #awesamdude x reader

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oceanivoxjoquainx · 3 years

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The Ungodly Hour (Sam x Joaquin)

Sam stirred on his side and slowly opened his eyes while rubbing them with his palm as they adjusted to the darkness that surrounded him. There was only one source of light and it was from a window right above his head allowing moonlight to land on an unknown location behind him. The red glow of an alarm clock was the first thing he could properly recognize.

3:35 AM

With a groan he turned onto his back and further studied his surroundings. They're were glowing stars on the ceiling and what appeared to be hundreds of little canvases on the walls, both finished and unfinished.

"Huh. Never knew he was an artist. Would ya look at that.", he muttered to himself before the realization of where he actually was hit him. Almost at the exact same time an arm shifted around his waist which caused Sam to curse.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!", he was NOT supposed to get this close him at ALL. In fact Sarah and Sharon told him explicitly NOT to go anywhere near the man! When Sam formed his Falcon team almost 2 years ago, they made it a rule not to sleep with each other. Of course there was chemistry between the all new Captain America and the man who was dubbed as the "New Falcon" before the team officially was a thing but nothing had happened then and nothing ever happened since they were one. Sam knew that Joaquin Torres was supposed to be completely off limits.

He gingerly removed the other man's hand off of his person as well as the thin sheet that covered him. He studied the pattern but could barely make out what it was in the darkness so he gave that endeavor up. He then shuffled his way out the bed as best as he could without waking up the other party.

His two feet landed on the hardwood floor of the ground and he stood up with barely a squeak from the bed. In light of his minute victory Sam decided to go a little dance before turning around and confirming his suspicions as to who's bed he was occupying.

Sure enough Joaquin was still peacefully asleep flat on his stomach with his face facing Sam and being washed in moonlight. Every dip and protrusion of his body was carefully mapped out by the sheet that covered him from his mid back to his feet. Even covered, Sam could see and visualize every part of that body he was holding onto and feeling just mere hours before. Every groan and moan made by the both of them. As he looked back at his face, specifically his lips, he remembered the deep first kiss they had that Sam pushed every feeling of wanting and longing into-

"Wow", was all Sam could muster, shaking his head to get the memory away before trying to find his way to a bathroom or a kitchen. He assumed it was Joaquin's apartment based on the decor of the bedroom but really had never been there before to know 100%. But still he was pretty sure. The next mystery was figuring out how they got there that night. And in that bed....

He finally reached a door and turned the knob hoping to be led into a hallway of some kind and not a closet. To his surprise that's exactly what he was awarded with! The door made more noise than the bed but after a quick look over his shoulder, the only movement Joaquin had made was turn his head away from Sam. After a sigh he pushed forward and closed the door behind him.

Walking down the hallway he saw two other doors. One was open and one was closed. The open door led to a bathroom while the closed one remained a mystery.

"Roommates?", he asked himself before walking into the bathroom and turning on the light. Looking into the mirror the first thing he noticed was a massive brown and purple bruise on his neck. "Damn, he got me good", he chucked to himself. "A little neck dragon on the loose, someone call the Avengers!" At this point he was making faces to himself and making himself laugh all in one go. He then bent down to turn on the faucet and splash some water on his face and it was here he noticed something else.

"Where the hell are any of my clothes?!?!" He was standing there fully naked. Asschecks exposed to the world.... well.... whatever little world this bathroom was. "I should probably find those if I want to leave here with my dignity in tact...", he muttered to himself.

"Orrrrrrrrrrrrr you could stay forever."

Sam jumped at the voice that creeped up on the side of him and was fully ready to throw the person over his shoulder before recognizing Joaquin's smug smile. A mischievous grin took over the shorter man's face as he realized he successfully got the drop on his target.

"What the hell are you doing up and slinking around here? You were thissss close to have a broken spine.", Sam sighed out.

"Pfft you would never. Plus I'dve ran far away before you could even reach out to grab me. But to answer your question Mr Sam Wilson, I was sound asleep until my arm was removed from its permanent resting place!"

"Permanent what?"

"I said what I said. And I fully intend to put it back there too", Joaquin declared, slowly making his way closer and closer to Sam.

"I mean um, I uh, But we uh, we we we can't right? We all ag-greed right? No hooking up?" Sam could barely get his words out anymore because Joaquin had placed a hand on his stomach and was slowly drawing it up his chest, over his shoulders, around his neck, and finally resting on his cheek.

"That rule was always dumb and besides what Sharon and Sarah don't know can't hurt them!"

"Yeah.... yeah.... you're absolutely right.", Sam replied before cradling Joaquin's head in his hands and meeting their lips in a slow and deep kiss. "I'm definitely changing that rule. I need you to publicly be mines."

"Oh? Yours? Are you asking me out Sam? Cuz this sure isnt what the movies told me this moment would be like."

The two were standing in a bathroom, one naked, one in sweat pants, holding each others faces in their hands and laughing like mad men.

"You watch too many movies then," Sam finally got out. "But fine. Joaquin Torres, will you do me the honor of going out on a date with me?"

"Sure but only after you take a shower. You smell like shit!"

Confused Sam stood there with his mouth agape before being pushed inside the shower and had the water turned on for him. "Hey!" he shouted, "Not cool!" After getting no response hearing the door close he shouted again, "You can't just push me in here and leave me by myself! And I still have questions!"

"Who said you were going to be by yourself?" Sam heard Joaquin say from behind the shower curtain. Said curtain was then pushed aside and Joaquin stepped in, lower body freed from the sweatpants. "Hand me the soap then! I wasn't lying about you smelling bad! And there are no questions. Only shower time!"

Sam laughed and pulled Joaquin into a hug, drowning out the sounds of protest and exclamations about body odor before pulling away and smirking down at a grinning Joaquin. After a quick kiss he handed Joaquin a washcloth and some soap and let him get work on the both of them.

He wondered how in the hell he could have denied himself this all this time and mentally ensured that now that he had it, he wasn't going to let it go.

#sam wilson #joaquin torres #sam x joaquin #tfatws #this is my first ever fanfic okay go easy on me #i just just having a little bit of fun sksksk #i cant wait to see what the ship names gonna be #samjoaq #falcres #samquin

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kyber-kisses · 4 years

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Southern Nights (3/4)

Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: a little angst, but mostly fluff🤷‍♀️

Summary: After a situation with the BMoL, Dean finds himself running towards the person he fears for the most besides his brother. But even when he finds her safe and alive, he can see that something isnt right.

A/n: So remember when I said it was gonna be two parts and then I switched it to three? Well now its gonna be four. . .Enjoy!

Part 1 Part 2

There is a split second after the words leave your lips that Dean thinks your joking, but then as he looks at you he can see you are dead serious. You don't make eye contact- instead you focus on the orange tabby still swatting at fireflies.

For as long as Dean and his brother had known you, you had loved hunting. You loved saving people. There was a method to your madness when it came to you constantly being on your feet and finding new cases. Keeping people safe, making the world better. That was what made you happy.

And Dean loved the hell out of you for it.

The older Winchester watched you with a concerned expression, your eyes still having yet to meet his. The glassy look in your pupils was the first thing he noticed though, even as you tried to avert your eyes.

You had been quiet because you were finding it hard to find the right words. The words that would help the person you loved so dearly understand. “You know-” You began, swallowing thickly. “I was supposed to leave her four weeks ago. Four. I was supposed to pack myself into my car and head off on a vetala hunt in Montana. I had my bags packed up and everything.” Taking a deep breath, you looked down at your hands, taking in the callouses and scars a lifetime of hunting had left behind. “And there I was- standing on the front steps, keys in my hand and bags at my feet. . .and I couldn't get myself to go. I knew I should, there was a job that needed to be done.” You shrugged. “But I couldn't do it Dean. I called a hunter friend, informed them of the case and went back inside. I guessed I had hoped the feeling would pass, that I just needed another day. But it didn't.”

Dean wasn’t sure which part broke his heart more, your next words and how your shoulders sagged as you said them or how your voice wavered and the tears finally raced down your face. Maybe it was both- either way it felt like a hot poker had been twisted into his gut.

“I'm crazy tired, Dean. . .and I think I have been for a long time.” Your voice cracked, eyes looking up from your hands and back to the front yard. “I think I’ve been running so hard and so fast for so long that I- that I didn’t realize how tired I was until I was burning on fumes. As much as I love hunting, I think I need to stop.” Your voice cracking once more before falling silent.

oh, Y/N.

“but if you guys need help with this men of letters stuff, I am one hundred percent there-” You quickly added, finally turning to look at him.

“woah, woah, woah hey pump the breaks-” he quickly shook his head as he rose from his spot next to you, only to move and squat down in front of you, his hands on your knees. “Don’t. Sam and I have got that all under control.” Sliding his hand into your own, he gave it a reassuring squeeze.

“But its not fair.”

Deans eyebrows drew together in confusion as he looked up at you. “Whats not fair?”

You inhaled another shaky breath, trying to find some sort of serenity in those jade irises. “I-”

“Take your time. I’m right here.”

For a moment you remained stagnant, gripping Deans hand tightly as if it were a life line. “That I decided to stop while you and Sam are still out there.” You paused when you saw the still clear confusion on his face. “ Dean, I know you're tired too. You even admitted it last night when I brought it up. Its not right that I should get the option to stop when you're in a similar boat. Its not fair.”

Dean couldn't believe the words coming out of your mouth. It was almost like you had stunned him into silence. “Are you saying you feel guilty for putting down your gun?”

“Yes!”

“Don’t be. Don’t.” He repeated, shaking his head again. “Sure I get worn out every once and awhile, sometimes worse than others- but I'm okay.” He gave you one of his soft reassuring smiles before placing a kiss in the center of you palm. “Sam and I can handle the monsters.”

“But-”

“No buts okay?” Slowly rising back to his feet, he extends a hand before pulling you up with him. Dean wrapped an arm around your shoulder before you could stop him, the hunter pulling you in close. Despite the still heavy feeling in your stomach, it fluttered at the feeling of being pressed against him. You sunk into the warmth of his side, appreciative of the simple gesture. “you deserve everything good in this life, Y/N.”

“So do you.” You mumbled, yawning half way through the words.

You're not sure, but you think you can feel Dean smiling against your hairline. Luckily you're correct, your words managing to make something in Dean crack wide open. He lets himself drown for another moment in the complete bliss that is having you in his arm before he prepares himself to pull away, the constant voice in his head reminding him : Arms length away.

Either time had frozen since he pulled you into that hug or you were much more tired than he initially realized, because as he shifted he could feel you sink further into his arms, cheek resting against his chest.

“You falling asleep on me?”

The only response from you was a sleepy mumble, earning a soft chuckle from the older Winchester as he bent slightly to hook an arm underneath your legs, hoisting you up into his arms.

“Alright, let’s get you to bed, Sweetheart.” He mumbled softly against your forehead, placing one last soft kiss there before resting his cheek on your hairline. Using his foot to wedge open the screen door, he slipped inside before softly shutting it behind him. Sam was already passed out on the couch when he passed by, the hunter eventually making it across the living room and into your bedroom before laying you down on the bed.

Dean gifts himself one last look at you before turning to head out the door. He can sleep on the other couch, you deserve to have your bed to yourself even if you rarely sleep in it, plus once again the little voice tells him to not get any closer. Its already hard enough to pull away as it is whenever hes around you.

“Don’t even think about going to sleep on that couch.” You suddenly mumble, face pressed into your pillow, hair already across your face. “Its half the size of you.”

“I thought you were asleep?”

“Nah. I just wanted you to carry me in here.”

That earns a slight chuckle from him, along with a shake of his head. “You sure you want me as a bunk mate? I’ve been told I’m a cuddler.”

“Who the fuck told you that?” You mumbled, slightly confused as to who Dean had been cuddling. You pressed your face further into the pillow.

“. . . my pillow.” Dean huffed as he toed off his boots and against all his better judgment he allows himself to fall into bed besides you. “But it hasn't complained.”

“Mmm, I wonder why.”

You could feel Deans soft chuckle rumble in his chest as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer, allowing you to snuggle into his embrace. You should have pulled way, kept some sort of distance between you . . .but you didn't. After a moment you could feel his fingers brushing through your hair, his attempt no doubt at trying to lull you back to sleep.

“I’m sorry this life has worn so much out of you, Y/N. I really hope you find some peace here.” He spoke softly, pressing another kiss to your temple.

“You could too, you know. Find peace here. . . With me.” You tried, twisting your fingers into the fabric of his t-shirt. It was another moment in which you shouldn't have said anything but you couldn't help it. Staying here with Dean? Now that would be heaven on earth.

“Oh could you imagine that? Me, not doing anything related to hunting? I might go insane.”

“Maybe you could do what Bobby did, give other hunters advice ya know?”

“Yeah, maybe.” You couldn’t see it, but Dean had a faint smile on his lips as he rested his cheek against your head. He had to admit, that did sound nice. A calm life. . . And with you? That was a picture of paradise if he ever imagined one.

“I mean, you already got the grumpy old man part down.” You joked, smiling when you heard Dean suck in air through his teeth.

“Oh, not gonna lie. That one stung a bit.” He grinned.

“I’m just kidding, you know that right?”

“Yeah, yeah I do. Now go to sleep.”

carding your fingers through his short hair, you give him one last sleepy smile through the dark. “Good night Mo Ghraidh.”

Dean hums under your touch, unable to stop himself from smiling when you speak. For all he knows you could be calling him some rude name as a long running joke with yourself, (Because lets be real, that is something you would totally do just to drive him mad.) But then again he wouldn't care if you were because the way the words roll off your tongue brings a sense of calm. Its something reserved just for him, whatever it means.

And he loves it.

“Goodnight Y/N.”

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Sixth Sense

Run, we need to get a way!

Guys run!

This isnt good, we need to get out of here and now!

LEAVE THEM ALONE!

Exploring places was something you had done since you were young, being the youngest and the only girl in your group of cousins, you wanted to show them you werent scared to explore abandoned places, or even haunted places. Your old home town was founded as an army base during the civil war and saw blood shed for the first give or take 100 years of its existence, which caused the places you and your cousins to explore to be haunted. Fast forward to present day, you no longer live in your hometown, but live in Santa Monica, California with a mundane job to pay for the overly expensive loft you were renting. You also had a small youtube channel, nothing too big, it was more of a way to record your adventures in California and a way for your parents to make sure you were okay. That is until you bumped into a very popular social media duo while they were trying to sneak into a ‘haunted’ location near where you lived. The warning you gave them, followed by a video by the duo a week later, caused them to contact you and to see if you wanted to join them for haunted location.

That was over a year ago, and now you regularly join them and TFIL for ‘haunted’ overnights. A majority of which were legit, you could feel the presence of spirits before you stepped foot on the property, while others were just people being a-holes and scaring you guys off. Thats one of the reasons why you joined the duo and TFIL for those adventures, you were able to sense a spirit near by, and were able to warn them when they went too far. This has been something you’ve been able to do since you were a kid, and wasnt an unfamiliar feeling either. That is, until Colby told you that he and Sam wanted you to join them for a haunted overnight in London, with Cory and Jake in tow as well.

With your luggage in tow and your new passport in hand, you and the guys were off to London for Sam and Colby’s new series. What they didnt tell you was, there were two locations you would be visiting, possible a third, but two for sure. The first location did a number on you and the group, the experts told you the stories associated with the room Sam and Colby and with the floor the five of you were staying on. Everything that went on during the night, and after the group went to their rooms for the night, shook the group, you especially. You weren’t one to have nightmares much less ones you could remember after waking up, but the dream you had stayed with you as you traveled to the second location.

“Hey, you okay (Y/N)? You look like you’ve been in a trance since we left the hotel.” Corey, who was sitting next to you in the backseat asked you as you looked down at your hands.

“Just thinking about what happened last night.” You murmured, your nightmare coming back to mind. “I didn’t want to freak you guys out while we were checking out, but I had a really intense nightmare that included all of us.”

“Nightmare? I thought you said you didnt have them?” Colby asked, looking at you through the rear view mirror, his eyes shifting from you to the road.

“Thats the thing I dont. I havent had one since I was a kid. It was after you came knocking at my door asking if I had called you guys, or even asking if I had left a voice mail. I fell asleep for an hour and I woke up from what felt like a never ending nightmare, I wasnt going to let myself go back to sleep so I sketched out what was happening in my dream. The only thing I could draw was the church, and its surroundings.” You explained grabbing your bag taking out a notebook you carried around with you, flipping it to the page where you drew the church. “The thing that stuck out the most was the graveyard that surrounded it, and the forest.”

~~~

“Hey (Y/N), didnt you say you had a nightmare about a church?” Jake asked from your right, shaking you awake from your short slumber.

“Y-Yeah, what about it?” You yawned, rubbing the sleep from your eyes, looking straight out the windshield. Both Sam and Colby were looking out to the left of the car, their camera recording on the dash straight at you.

“And that the church was surrounded by a graveyard?” Sam said this time, from his seat in the passenger side.

“Yeah, what of...” You started before you looked out the window to your left. “No, there’s no fucking way.”

“(Y/N) did you know what church we were going to today?” Colby asked, turning to look at you face to face. “Because that’s exactly the church you drew.”

“NO! You guys wouldn’t even tell us the name of the church! How was is supposed to know THIS was the church we were going to!?” You questioned the blue eyed brunette in the driver seat.

“I dont like this you guys.” Corey said from your left. “(Y/N) had a nightmare, a NIGHTMARE, about this place. And she apparently doesn’t even have nightmares, and she has one about this place, A PLACE SHE’S NEVER EVEN SEEN BEFORE!”

“Guys, off camera (Y/N) told us she had a nightmare, note she hasn’t had a nightmare since she was a kid, about us at a church surrounded by a graveyard last night after the phone call. She also said she drew out the church, a way to keep her awake until we had to check out this morning.” Sam explained to the viewers what was going on. “And this is what she drew, without knowing what church we were going to.” Sam grabbed the notebook from you and showed it to the camera.

“Which is the exact church we’re staying in tonight.”

~~~

“Okay, this is getting freaky. (Y/N), has called everything thats happened so far, from the crows, to the teeth on the graves. I dont think staying here is a good idea guys.” Jake said as the sun started to set over the woods at the back end of the church, giving the group less light to see over the graveyard. “She even called the fucking tombs in the church!”

“Come on Jake, shes also said by this time in her dream shit hit the fan, and we’re okay, we already have our blankets for the night, the camera is ready to record us for the rest of the night to make sure we capture everything we can. We’ll be okay.” Colby said trying to calm down the other skeptic in the group. You said nothing as Jake argued with Sam and Colby, all you wanted to do was get out of the place as fast as you could, and the only way to do that is go to sleep. Being unconscious was better than feeling on edge the entire time.

“What else did you dream (Y/N), was this in the dream too?” Corey asked taking a seat next to you, your back to the three other guys as you faced the front of the church.

“No, thats why I want to leave. With the dream I was able to pin point what not to do but now that its nothing like it, i’m scared that something might happen.” You confessed, still looking towards the front of the church, the tombs covered by darkness. “I’m not able to stop something bad from happening if something does go wrong.”

“I understand the feeling. Especially after what my little brother texted me yesterday, I feel like I cant help him if I dont know what im going up against. And its scary.” Corey whispered as the yelling behind the two of you started to quiet down.

“We’ve both had things happen since our childhood. You’ve been seeing things since your family used the Ouija board, and I’ve had the feelings since before I could remember. Believe it or not my mom once told me she could feel spirits when she was my age, and so did my grandma. They’ve both told me that they were able to feel spirits most of their lives, but they cant anymore.”

“What stopped them? Maybe you can do that and you wont be able to feel the spirits anymore!”

“I dont think it’s that simple.” You laughed. The dry laugh caught the attention of the three other guys in the church as well. “They stopped being able to feel spirits the day I was born.”

“Hey guys, I think this is a good time to head to bed.” Sam said this time, the harsh LED light illuminating dark half of the church. “The faster we get to sleep, the faster we’ll be out of here.”

~~~

Sam! Colby! Guys! Get back to the Church now! Jake, Corey, i’m going to go and get them, stay here.

You’re too late

No! No i’m not! Sam! Colby!

You cant protect them

I WILL!

The air was finally able to reach your lungs as you shot up from your make shift bunk. The cold air surrounding you caused steam to radiate of your person, and your deep exhales to create puffs of smoke in front of you. You looked around to see if your sudden movements woke anyone else up, thats when your heart dropped. Before you went to bed, Sam took the bunk closest to the door and Colby took the one to your left while Corey and Jake took the ones to your right. Both Sam and Colby’s bunks were empty.

“No, no, no, no!” You mentally yelled pulling on your shoes as fast and as quietly as you could, not wanting to wake the two other boys. As you got up, you heard one of the bunks shift and a loud gasp come from behind you.

“Did, did you shake me awake!?” Jake asked, his eyes wide. “(Y/N), did you shake me awake?!”

“No. Now quiet down.” You tried shooshing Jake. “You’ll wake Corey if you’re too loud.”

“Too late for that, what’s going on? Where’s Sam and Colby?” Corey asked, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. “Jake are you okay man? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“I woke up because it felt someone was shaking me awake! Then when I got up (Y/N) was getting up from her bunk.” Jake explained getting up from his bunk and flipping it over. “Where are Sam and Colby? Did they do this?”

“I dont know! When I woke up they were gone, thats when I got up and you woke up. Stay here, I’m going to look for them.” You said grabbing one of the extra flashlights.

“No! We’re not going to let you go out there on your own.” Corey said slipping on his shoes. “Whoa, wait what happened to you? You’ve soaked through your shirt.” Thats when you realized your sweater was completely soaked with sweat from the nightmare you were having before you woke up.

“My nightmare. No.” You whispered before you bolted towards the door of the church. “You guys stay here, I think somethings gonna happen, something bad. I have a big bag of salt in my backpack, use it to make a circle around the bunk area, and DONT leave it. Not for me, not for anyone okay? Unless you see us in person, dont believe your ears, okay?”

You stood at the door, the gates open behind you, leading out into the grave yard, Corey and Jake confused. “Things are going to get bad.”

“Bad? What do you mean bad? (Y/N), you can’t leave us in the dark, especially after everything thats been happening!” Jake yelled walking towards you.

“FINE!” You screamed back. This was probably the first time they heard you raise your voice in anger. “Fine! When I was younger, right when I was realizing that could feel spirits, a demon attacked one of my cousins while we were exploring one of the old hospitals in the area. My other cousins all ran away, too scared to think of a way to get the demon away from them. I stepped in and the next thing I knew it was three weeks later and I was in the hospital. I was in a coma after detaching the demon from my cousin who was in a coma as well. The thing is while I was in the coma I had a never ending nightmare.”

“What does that have to do with us!?”

“Because! I was having nightmares of this place! Thats why when I woke up today I was repeating the nightmare from all those years ago! Before tonight I had no recollection of what happened to me and my cousin, its almost as if it never happened. And because of the nightmare from yesterday and the eerie feeling from today, I was able to remember it. I texted one of my older cousins while we were out buying blankets and they said that it was true, but that the family promised not to bring it up to either of us. In my nightmare, from YEARS before I moved out to California, I had a nightmare of you four. I was trying to protect you guys, Sam and Colby. Now it’s actually happening, so I have to go and protect Sam and Colby.”

“Wait! Why do we have to stay here? If we go and look for them all together we might be able to find them faster!” Corey said this time, grabbing the camera from where Colby left it to record you all through the night.

“Because the safest place you can be is in this church. The salt circle will keep you extra protected, you coming with me will just put you in danger. Please, stay here. There’s still a couple of hours until sunrise, if we’re not back by then call the police.”

~~~

“SAM! What the hell are you doing man!” Colby yelled, finally catching up with his blonde best friend. “You cant just get up and walk out of the church and into the creepy ass woods by yourself.”

“Sorry, I have the camera as a light so its not that bad, but I kept hearing things. I wasnt sure if it was from inside the church at first, then I heard it outside.”

“What were you hearing? You could have woken one of us up. You cant be going out here by yourself.”

“SAM! COLBY!”

“Is that (Y/N)? What’s she doing up?” Colby thought pointing the flashlight he had towards the direction of your voice. As Colby was about to call out to you, the atmosphere around them grew heavy. “Whoa, did you feel that Sam?”

“Yeah-yeah, it felt like the air got heavy. I think its time for us to get back to the church Colby.” Sam said this time, the camera facing Colby, the look of fear obvious on their faces. “Wait, where’s (Y/N)? I swore I heard her voice!”

“SAM! COLBY! Jesus, there you guys are!” You yelled, running up to them from the woodwork. “We need to get back to the church now!”

“We were about to head back, but why are you soaked? What happened?” Before you could respond to Colby’s frantic questions, an unearthly screech cut you off. The three of you fell to the ground, hands covering your ears, the camera in Sam’s hand fell, the light on it flickering from the fall. “What the hell was that?!”

“We need to get back to the church now!” The crack in your voice scared the duo. For as long as they’ve known you, you’ve never been one to be scared by the spirits, but this was a different story. “Please, we need to get back to the church!”

Grabbing the camera, you pointed it at the duo in front of you, the light still flickering, but it was the only way to keep you in your line of sight. “I can’t lose sight of you guys, so please lets get back to Corey and Jake.”

“What’s going on (Y/N)? Why didnt you bring Corey and Jake with you?” Sam asked coming to a stop near the edge of the woods.

“Yeah, and did you feel that shift earlier? What was that?” Colby asking this time.

“There’s no time for questions, we need to get to safety, please!” You were pleading with them at this point. The sinking feeling in your stomach was getting worse. “Please we need to leave!”

“No! Not until you tell us whats going on!” Colby yelled at you. It didn’t phase you, it was a high stress situation and yelling in normal. Taking in a deep breath you told the duo what you told Jake and Corey back at the church. You could tell as you were reciting the story that they knew this was serious.

“So, we need to get the hell out of here and back to the church where its sa-” You started before the light on the camera Sam still had in his hand, went out.

There’s no place to run, you were smart to leave the other two in the church, but these two are mine.

“Don’t you dare get near them! I’m the one you want! I’ve beat you once before, I can beat you again!” You yelled at nothing. “Whatever you guys do, do not talk to him. You guys acknowledging him will only make it worse.”

“Right.” The pair whispered. As your eyes adjusted to the darkness, you grabbed onto Sam and Colby, “We need to get back to the church, follow me.”

Not so fast (Y/N), you dont think it’ll be that easy?

“Sam!” A familiar voice yelled from the darkness. “Sam please help me I’m hurt!”

“Ka-” Sam started before you let go of Colby to slam your hand on Sam’s mouth.

“It’s a trick! Don’t trust your ears, they’ll trick you.” You explained. “Same goes for you Colby, no matter who you hear, it doesn’t matter who, if you cant see them, do not trust the voices you hear.” You grabbed Colby’s jacket, pulling him and Sam back towards the church. “I’m sorry you guys.”

“Why are you apologizing? It��s not your fault this is happening, you didn’t know that this thing was going to come back.”

“Yeah, if anything its our fault that we didnt listen to you, after you were predicting everything that happened.”

They’re right, they should have listened to you, just like your cousins should have listened to you when this happened all those years ago.

“We were children! You had the balls to attack children! That just shows you how weak of a demon you are! It makes you even weaker when a child was able to exercise you from a the body of another child!” You yelled into the darkness. “You thought you were powerful because of the place we were in! Your worshipers used the hospital as your portal! You were using my cousin as a scapegoat!”

You werent strong enough to get rid of me the first time. What makes you think you’ll be strong enough now?

As the demon started to laugh, the ground shaking with every cackle, the moon showed itself from behind the clouds, the graveyard lit up with the light. In the middle of all the graves was a massive being, a mix of human and a crow.

“You were always here weren’t you? You were hiding among the crows.” You said letting go of the duo. You faced this demon once before and lived, you can face him again.

“(Y/N)! Don’t!” Colby whispered as you walked towards the demon. “We need to get to the church!”

“Come on, (Y/N)!”

“No. Not anymore, if I dont get rid of him now, I’ll have to live with this asshole following me!”

Oh, I’m not planning on letting you live, (Y/N). You arent going to live to see tomorrow.

“And im not letting you go, Raum.” With that the creature, screeched at you, stepping back away from you. “I’m no priest, or exorcist but I’ve researched how to get rid of demons!”

“(Y/N) what are you doing!?” Colby ran up to you, blocking your path to the demon. “We need to get back to the church! We’ll be safe their.”

“Sam, grab Colby and haul ass towards the Church, Jake and Corey will be waiting where the bunks are in a circle of salt, that’s where you’ll be the safest. If I don’t make it back by sunrise, I’ve already told Corey and Jake to call the police. Hell maybe call a priest too.” You explained looking between the two again. “Please, im begging you.”

“Come on Colby.” Sam whispered, grabbing onto Colby’s arm pulling him towards the church. “(Y/N) can do this, we’ll only hold her back if we’re here.”

~~~

“Jake it’s been hours and they still aren’t back, and what the hell was that sound!?” Corey asked the only other person in the circle. The yelling and screeching that came from outside the church were something out of a horror movie, it didnt seem real.

“I dont know, and all the cameras cut out when the first screech happened and they havent been able to record since then. Even the cell service has been shit.” Jake groaned sitting on one of the bunks in the middle of the salt circle they drew after (Y/N) ran out the church.

“What if it doesnt come back by sun up? How are we going to get help?”

“We’ll just go to someone’s ho-” Jake started before the doors to church doors slammed open. “Sam? Colby? Is that really you?” Before they could answer Jake grabbed the nearest bottle of holy water and sprayed the duo as they walked towards the bunks.

“Really Jake? Was that necessary?” Colby asked shaking off the cold holy water.

“Sorry, had to make sure. Hey, where’s (Y/N)? And what was that sound from earlier?” Jake asked realizing the person who forced them to stay in the church wasn’t with the duo.

“(Y/N) stayed outside. Remember when she told us when she was younger how her cousin was attacked by a demon back in her hometown?” Colby asked looking between Corey and Jake as the screeching continued in the graveyard, scaring the group.

“Well apparently the thing out there is the same one from her childhood. She told us to come to the church and wait for either her or for the sun to come up. And for us not to trust our ears, that the thing out there might try to get us outside, he almost got me by sounding like Kat.” Sam explained as more screeching and roars sounded from the darkness outside. “And to add salt to the wound, I dropped the camera when the first roar happened so I wasn’t able to get any footage of the demon outside.”

“Right when the first roar happened all the cameras in here went out too. There’s still battery in all of them but they wont record. And, WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU LEFT HER OUT THERE?” Corey yelled at the best friends. “You’re letting her go against that thing ALONE!?”

“We had to! If we stayed there the demon would have used us against (Y/N), and she’s gone against it before and lived, shes got this in the ba-” Sam started before another roar cut him off, the lights in the church flickering as a scream joined the roar.

“COLBY, I CAN’T DO THIS ALONE!”

“Its not (Y/N)! Dont listen to it!” Sam grabbed Colby before he sprinted out the door. “You know for a fact she wouldn’t call out for us! In any of our investigations, has she ever called for us? No. Don’t listen to him!”

“COLBY HELP! PLEASE I CANT BEAT HIM!”

“COLBY YOU BETTER NOT! DONT YOU DARE LISTEN TO HIM!”

“See that’s (Y/N)!” Sam said tugging Colby back into the salt circle, “We have to trust in her.”

~~~

“It’s been two weeks since the church and we haven’t told the fans what happened, what are we going to do?” Sam asked looking up at Colby, from his seat next to (Y/N). It had been two weeks since the church incident, and they were still in the UK. The night took a turn for the worst when the sun had finally come up and (Y/N) hadn’t made it back to the church. It took almost two days to find her somewhere in the middle of the wood miles away from the church the group stayed at.

“I know they deserve answers, but our main concern is to make sure (Y/N) is alright. We already contacted her family and they’re aware, which is the most important part. Maybe us staying and Corey and Jake leaving was a bad idea.” Colby muttered, pacing around the hospital room. (Y/N) hadn’t woken up from the coma she was found in almost two weeks prior, and it was concerning the boys. (Y/N)’s parents told the boys that the last time she was in a coma like this it lasted almost a month, and that the boys shouldn’t worry about (Y/N), shes stronger than she seems. “I wish (Y/N) would give us some sort of sign that shes okay.”

“Why does it feel like its out fault? Like if we hadn’t come to London none of this would have happened? Or what if we had stayed in the church? Maybe then we would have been back in LA planning our next adventure.” Sam whispered, rubbing his face with his palms.

“Damn it!” Colby finally yelled after a few minutes of silence. “Why the fuck did this happen to (Y/N)? What if we had stayed there? Maybe it would have been one of us instead of her! Fuck!”

“Quiet down please. We’re in a hospital for fuck sake.” The whisper caught the duo off guard. It was the small smile on the patience’s face that brought them to tears as they hugged the person on the hospital bed. “Okay, I can’t breath guys.”

“Wh-what? When did you wake up? How are you feeling? Do-do you need anything?” Colby asked as Sam ran out the room going to find a doctor or nurse.

“When you guys started to blame yourselves for what happened. Raum was going to come after me one day, it just chose the church because of all the spiritual energy that we were carrying from the hotel the night before.” You, explained before a doctor, nurse, and Sam ran into the room. It was a week later that the trio was on their way back to the States, when you noticed something.

“Hey Sam, Colby.” You started as you made your way across the London airport to your gate. You stopped and looked around, something was different.

“What’s up (Y/N)? Do you feel something?” Colby asked coming up to (Y/N)

“That’s the thing, I dont feel anything.” You said looking around the airport, every place you’ve ever visited had some sort of spirit lingering around. Good or evil you were able to feel them almost 80% of the time.

“What do you mean you don’t feel anything?” Sam asked the camera in his hand pointing at you and Colby. The three of you had agreed to release what footage you had onto their Youtube channel since you felt like their fans needed some sort of explanation. They just needed to film the last bits of them leaving London before they would do a sit down segment back in LA explaining what had happened at the church.

“I dont feel any spiritual presence, like any. It wouldn’t have bothered me but I had felt a presence when we first landed here. Now there’s nothing.” You said looking back at Sam and Colby. “Maybe me winning cost me my ability to feel spirits.” That statement became even more true when you landed back in LA and did a quick visit to places you knew were haunted, you couldn’t feel anything in any of the locations.

“Hey, maybe its a good thing? I mean people who have some sort of power are usually targeted by demons or evil spirits.” Sam said as the three of you walked up to the first place the three of you met.

“If it keeps you safe, maybe its a good thing that you lost your ability.” Colby said this time.

“But now I feel like I wont be able to protect you guys.” You said looking back at the best friends, tears welling up in her eyes.

“But, we’ll be able to protect you. When you would tell us to back off during an overnight we started to notice how certain things would happen around the time you would speak up. We’re able to tell if somethings going to happen because of all the times you brought it to our attention that something was wrong.” Colby said walking up to you, giving you a small smile. “Anything to protect you even if you dont have your sixth sense.”

#sam and colby fanfic #sam golbach #colby brock #sam golbach fanfic #colby brock fanfic #sam and colby AU #sam golbach AU #colby brock AU

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leinawosaf · 4 years

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missed connections

a/n: this was supposed to be different, I’m not particularly proud of this, but it is what it is. It took me so long to write so I’ll be posting it anyways.

summary: Having Steve gone on missions so frequently has always left you blue.

pairing: Steve rogers x reader

WARNINGS: angst, depression and anxiety, and also fluff at the end

word count: ~1.5k

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A steady knocking woke you from a fitful sleep. Looking around your room in a daze, you peered at the digital alarm clock hiding behind a few bottles of water on your nightstand. Your eyes strained to make out 7 p.m. illuminating an angry red color through the darkness. The once consistent knocking on your door paused for a few moments as if to decide if the person should be there before it started again. You silently wished it would go away and that you could go back to sleep. After what seemed like forever to you, the person behind the door gave up on knocking and decided on just opening the door.

It has been almost two weeks since most of the other avengers had gone on their mission. You missed Steve more than you cared to tell anyone. Since then, the avengers tower had been sullenly quiet, and the few that were here always seemed to leave you in the tower alone. The stress of your everyday life and responsibilities only seemed to intensify the worry you had while Steve was away.

Recognizing Bucky’s serious face from the doorway, you watched as his eyes traveled around your room with slight surprise. Soft embarrassment lit up your cheeks because you never intended on him seeing your room as messy as it was. You watched him stand for a minute as he searched for you, hidden in the shadows of the room and your blankets. The clutter in your room had slowly accumulated for a few days, and it had seemed too impossible for you to get out of bed to clean it.

Bucky looked at you quizzically, as if to be asking if he could come in further. “Come in” You said quietly, watching him move indecisively around the room. Acknowledging his discomfort, you bent and pushed some clothes off of the opposite side of your bed so that he could come and sit comfortably.

“I haven’t seen you out of your room for two days.” Bucky said, worried tone in his voice.

“I left it, you just missed me I guess.” You said, trying your best not to make eye contact.

“Well, I’m glad. But I brought you some water and some crackers” He handed you a plastic bottle of water and a box of saltines he had in his hands.

“Did you go to the store for this?” You asked, taking a sip from the cool water to quell the irritating dryness in your mouth.

“Yeah. Earlier.” He dropped his hands into his lap, and watched as you drank the water.

“Thank you. You didn’t have to get me anything, let me pay you back.” You said, looking around the room for your phone so you could transfer him a few dollars.

“No, its fine. A thank you is enough.” He replied, letting an uncomfortable silence fill the air after you decided not to reply. You two sat quietly for a minute as you ate a few saltines. Not talking seemed good, though.

Eventually, he decided he had enough of the silence and cleared his throat. You eyed him suspiciously, his flesh hand fidgeting with a small portion of fabric at the bottom of his shirt.

“Everything okay?” You asked him, watching him fidget uncomfortably.

“Yeah. Steve told me to check on you.” He said, looking you directly into your eyes.

“Why did Steve send you to check on me?” You said, pulling your comforter up over your stomach and sitting back.

“He said that you haven’t picked up a few of his calls for a few days and he said he was worried for you.” You sent back a guilty nod, trying to hide the frown on your face. In all honesty, you couldn’t find the energy to do almost anything recently, nonetheless pick up calls. You felt bad for not calling Steve back, but you knew that he wouldn’t pick up your return call anyways because he would have been busy with his mission.

“Anyways, I didn’t want to overstep any boundaries with you. Sorry.” He replied, noticing the face you had made in response to his words.

“No, thank you. I appreciate you bringing me some food and water.” You replied, setting your hand on his for a moment as to show your gratitude. He nodded, and sent back a curt smile.

“Um, they will probably be back soon. He said that the mission ended earlier than they expected” He said as he stood up and walked toward the door.

“Okay. Thank you, Buck.” You replied, not paying him much attention as you grabbed your phone from the nightstand. He left the room but lingered in the doorway for a moment. After taking one last glance around your room, he turned and shut the door behind him as he walked away.

You checked your phone to see four missed calls from earlier this morning and later last night. It would be so much easier to talk with Steve if he would text you, but he always insisted on calling you. As much as you hated talking with people on the phone, you always gave in to Steve and called him.

Quickly dialing his number, you decided to call him back and apologize. You pressed the call button and waited for him to pick up. Twirling your hair, you anxiously listened as the phone rang a few times. After five rings and what felt like a wait of thirty minutes, you were sent to voicemail.

You sighed and laid back in your bed as the voicemail bot talked through her spiel about leaving a message. Eventually, the beep sounded and you could start speaking. Taking a deep breath, you started to speak. “Um. Hey baby, I’m so sorry. I apologize, I feel so bad. Um, I hope everything from your mission went well. I’m proud of you, always. Anyways, I can’t wait to see you soon. Call me back when you can- or just see me in person. I love you” Words spilled out of your mouth like word vomit. Your eyes started to water with guilt. You really did feel bad for not talking to him.

Hanging up the phone, you decided to seize the momentary clear headspace and energy to take a shower. Having Steve see you like this seemed terrible, you knew he would overreact and make everything a big deal.

You walked toward the bathroom connected to your room. Everything seemed unreal, the light too bright, the room too cold, and like it had been forever since you had seen the bathroom. You turned the on the shower water hotter than you normally would have. You showered in near silence and slowly lathered your body with plain bar soap you had when you were too overwhelmed for your normal scented one.

Time in the shower seemed too short, and before you knew it you were out and toweling off slowly. Working your way around your legs, you made sure you were thoroughly dry. Sitting on the cold bathroom counter, you applied lotion to your legs and arms, and inhaled in the subtle scent of the artificial coconut.

You quickly stepped down onto the floor and opened back into your room after hearing commotion from somewhere else on the floor. You picked up Steve’s shirt from by the bathroom door, and slid it on. The shirt was generously over sized on you, but it was comforting even if his scent was wearing off. Putting on some black sweatpants, you decided that was good enough and that you were proud of yourself for taking a shower today.

The commotion outside seemed to die down, and you heard somebody walking down the hall. You made your way toward the door, and breathed heavily with a hand on the doorknob. Leaning against the door, you faltered for a moment as if to decide whether you were ready to go out and see everyone again. Eventually though, you decided to go for it and cautiously opened the door.

You stepped slowly out of your room, as if you knew you were walking into your impending doom and you were trying to stall for as long as possible. The joyful chatter became increasingly louder as you approached. Eventually you saw Sam’s joyous smile at the end of the hall, speaking loudly.

He turned to his side to see you slowly walking down the hall, and decided to nearly holler down to you.

“Hey! No way, its Y/N. I thought you would never come out of hiding.” He called to you, and you rolled your eyes in fake confidence and shuffled along.

Reaching the end of the hall, you saw the other Avengers who had arrived from their mission. Your eyes scanned the room quickly as you looked for Steve. Upon spotting him, your face lit up. His smile was captivating, and you could stare all day. His eyes seemed tired, but he was happy to be back.

You stepped toward him and he looked you up and down. “Nice shirt” He said, instantly recognizing it as his own.

“Thanks” You said, and your face became hot as you were blushing. Usually, you were confident and sassy, but being with Steve always made you flustered.

You stepped toward him and slipped into his warm arms, hugging him tighter than you realized. He kissed the top of your head in greeting. You smiled into his chest, and mumbled a small hello.

Almost forcing you off of him, you giggled sheepishly.

“And thus, the lovebirds are reunited” Tony said, mocking you two playfully. You rolled your eyes in response, and held Steve close. Having him back in one piece never failed to make you happy.

#steve #steve rogers #captain america #steve fluff #steve rodgers imagine #steve rodgers x reader #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers fluff #marvel #marvel fluff #avengers #marvel angst #marvel fanfiction #avengers fanfiction #marvel x reader #domestic avengers

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naturallysuperbullshit · 4 years

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S2 E21: All Hell Breaks Loose, Pt. I

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Sure has been a while since they even MENTIONED the psychic kids and know they're just throwing us right into the thick of it, huh? I mean, Ava's disappearance was in episode 10 and we haven't heard shit about it since then.

How did the demons know the boys would stop at this little cafe in the middle of nowhere tho

Jdjshdhdhd the shot of Sam looks like it belongs in the fucking Maze Runner - he's the fresh meat from the elevator lmao

What IS this place anyways it looks like a goddamn movie set. Did the demons build this place for atmospheric tension

Jdjsjshdhhs Andy oh my god "what are you doing here?!?! What am I doing here?!?!?!?!"

Hey how did Ava lock herself in there? Did she make a demon do it? Is her telekinesis that good now?????

Ava is a very good actress lmao

"Gay porn, all hours of the day" that's just Tumblr and AO3 Andy, you aren't special lmao

Poor Lily is like... Rogue from X-Men but 2 degrees worse in terms of powers

FUCK YEAH ASH we deserve more Ash content he's so fun

Ah fuck this is the ep where Ash dies and the Roadhouse gets burned down isnt it :(

Wow they're really just leaving Bobby's truck along the side of the road huh

Jake is either insanely stupid or insanely brave - or both. That little girl didn't just move away from the door she fucking VANISHED and he decides to OPEN THE DOOR?????? BRO

God why are the children always the creepiest monsters

SINCE WHEN IS A DEMON DISPELLED BY SWINGING AN IRON POKER THROUGH IT LIKE A GHOST ARENT DEMONS SUPPOSED TO BE SOLID BECAUSE THEY INHABIT VESSELS?????

So now there's different kinds of demons, cool cool cool when the FUCK was this gonna be explained huh?

"I've seen that bell before -" fucking WHEN good god a little backstory would be GREAT i wish the writers would stop just flinging exposition and jumpscares at us and actually show that Sam has this knowledge for a REASON

Hey fuck the ENTIRE group of people involved with this script for giving us a canon lesbian and having her kill her own girlfriend offscreen and then having her be the first of the psychic kids to die in this episode - really taking bury your gays to a new level

God I knew it was coming but it's still sad to see the Roadhouse gone and knowing Ash and all those hunters were killed

Ava really is a very good actress like... damn.

God of course Dean signs his name as "D. Hasslehoff" what a fucking dork

Dean brushes off the pseudo-vision right away but like... I mean would it be that weird? His little brother is a psychic, after all. And Andy's brother Webber had the same powers as Andy - sure, they were twins, but still, i think Dean tries to brush it off a little too quickly

Good thing Bobby has the same encyclopedia in his head that Sam does lmao

Jake's great, honestly. That's a solid character right there and we've got, what, less than 10 minutes of screen time with him so far? I wish he could have stuck around.

"The size of what's coming - it's bigger than anyone's ever seen" Sammy you don't know the half of it

Ah and here we have the first of many instances of The Big Bad popping into Sam's dreams for a chat

"Well... there's other generations, but lets just worry about yours." Yeah hey do they ever go into that? There was that one baby that the boys saved ages ago, but seriously.... does this tangent ever get explained?????? Probably not

Ahhh finally we see the demon blood! Also I wanna point out that drinking something, even blood, does not mean it enters your bloodstream. "Does this mean i have demon blood in me?" no, Sam, you pissed it out a few hours after it happened. Literally.

:( poor Andy

Oooh Sam finally putting it together

How many psychic children were out there??? Like if three or four more psychic kids show up every few days - even if it's stretched out to every week - that's a hell of a lot of people over the course of 5 months. I mean, my math could be wrong here, but that's like... 70-ish people????? How many fucking kids did the demon bleed all over??????

DEUS EX JAKE

:((((( very unfortunate that Jake is going full "for the greater good" here

He just killed Ava with his bare hands and you really thought him putting down an iron bar was a show of good faith? Sammy.... you're an idiot.

WHY DIDN'T YOU PICK UP THE FUCKING KNIFE I S2G SAMMY, DEAN DEFINITELY TAUGHT YOU BETTER THAN THAT

>:(

God Dean just keeps rambling about how he's gonna fix Sam and my heart is BROKEN

Honestly I don't even care too much that Sam is dead bc 1) I know he gets better and 2) both boys have died so much i cannot bring myself to care, but the emotion in Dean's voice is palpable

"All Hell Breaks Loose, Pt. I" final thoughts: coming hard and fast on the heels of the Djinn episode, this one fucks me up. I do like Ava's mind games, and Jake's character is super interesting! I wish he was able to break free of the demon and just become a hunting buddy :(

#s2e21 #all hell breaks loose pt1 #spn s2 #supernatural #supernatural notes

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celawrites · 4 years

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Day 11

Mondays. I hate them. Like whoever has the name Monday is an automatic joy kill. I’m not too sure about that fact but I hate Mondays. I’m not sure when I started to have them, but I guess the idea of going to school again after 2 days of rest is just pure annoying.

I skip a proper breakfast today and grab a bag of turtle chips I bought yesterday. Cooking could wait. I start the car and get out of my neighborhood. A call comes in.

Sun is calling…

“My oh my Sun? Whatever could you be calling me at 7:00 for?”

“Can you drive me to school today?”

“Are your parents not home?”

“No, it’s just my brother had a morning class today and took the car with my parents”

“So you’re home alone?”

“Essentially”

“Send me your address. Do it quickly too, I was about to get on the freeway”

“Sent”

“Alright~, See you later! Love you!”

“I literally haven’t said I like you back yet and you’re already saying you love me?”

“I say it to everyone darling. I like you is my term of endearment, because love you sounds more natural after a conversation”

“You make no sense”

“Neither do my grades”

“Alright see you in 5”

“See you”

The drive to his house is. Chaotic. I’m having a crisis comprehending that he would call me of all people to carpool with. Pebble had a car, lived closer to him, and he probably could’ve carpooled with her? But then again he doesn’t like her that much. Probably because I’m tolerable or something. What if he likes me back? No! That is the most irrational thought I’ve ever had wtf. Who in their right mind would like me? My thoughts are interrupted when I end up at his house.

“Get in loser, we’re going to school”

“Sounds boring.”

“Says our Valedictorian”

“Will you stop calling me that?”

“Mm. No”

“Remind me why I decided to ask you to drive me to school again?”

“Because you loooooove meeeee” A look of disgust from him.

“I’m joking. Because I’m the only tolerable one in our class”

“Pretty much yeah”

“So. Got your eyes on any of our juniors?”

“No I’m not attracted to any of them. I have decided my last crush was enough”

“Oh come on. Clinging onto the past isn’t good for your mental health you know”

“Says the one who still can’t let her feelings go”

“oK IN MY DEFENSE I GREW EXTREEMLY EMOTIONALLY ATTACHED TO HIM”

“Clinging onto the pAsT iSnT gOOD fOR yOUr MEnTaL HEAltH yOU kNoW”

“Stop quoting me!”

“Wise words from someone who doesn’t even follow them”

“I’ve been attacked. Remind me to never drive you to school again”

“Does that mean you’ll finally stop texting me at 3am to go to McDonalds with you?”

“Nope. 3am and 7am hit different. They don’t vibe the same”

“You make no sense”

“Good to know you finally caught my vibe”

“Remind me how you managed to publish a book?”

“I don’t know. I wish I did sometimes”

“How’d you even publish one?”

“I ran a blog. Which no one at our school knows about, and someone contacted me to publish the story I was writing”

“I’ll make a mental note to find your writing blog”

“Have fun trying”

“You use the same username for literally everything, it’s funny how you think I won’t be able to find it”

“. you got me there”

“I could always text your public school friends and ask them about it”

“Only one of them follow the blog. And like the rest of them don’t even know about what I do”

“Why?”

“The Canadian friend. The last time I went to visit him, he asked me if they were really my friends. I had told him about how they told everyone my secrets”

“Ah. Well.”

I look at him in the corner of my eye.

“I know I may be emotionally constipated.”

“pFFt”

“Let me finish. But I really wanna repay you for being there for me when I needed someone. So if you have any successes or things you wanna vent about. Uh. You can come to me?”

“I’m touched. This is why our school questions our friendship”

“Because you’re the only girl I hang out with?”

“Yeah. You’re such a softie too!” I coo. “I wonder what our classmates would say if they found out that you’re so emotionally vulnerable!”

“I would never hear the end of it”

“But honestly. I feel like all the students in our school tend to put up a facade. No one ever mentions having anxiety or being anxious or paranoid about things. I only found out about that vulnerable side when I had left”

“Being anxious is normal. It would be unrealistic to be emotionally stable”

“You’re only saying that because you’re emotionally unstable. I honestly think you’d be more stable if you had a girlfriend or something”

“You’d let me?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Only if it’s me~” I laugh immediately after.

“Hopeless romantic as always”

“hEy! LEt me live in my fiction!”

“Whatever floats with you”

“I’d rather drown-”

“Your humor has gotten so dark-”

“Whose fault is that?”

“Yours”

“No my dad’s”

“Your dad?”

“My public school one. The father figure that I lack”

“I was gonna say. I didn’t take you for one who would get a boyfriend”

“Ok. No one wants to date me. I’ll just end up as the cat lady”

“If you do end up getting a cat, I call dibs on naming them”

“No. My precious baby” I pout. The school is in view now.

“You don’t even have a cat yet?”

“Still. My precious baby”

“You’re boring”

“Mm” I hum in agreement. I’m parking the car at this point. It’s 7:25 and we arrived at our normal time. He wasn’t one for a morning snack, and I wasn’t particularly hungry either.

“Are you not going to go grab breakfast?”

“Why would I?”

“You literally had a bag of chips for breakfast”

“So? It’s not like I’m gonna pass out from lack of nutrients or something”

“It’s not good for your health”

“When has my health ever mattered”

“Since now. Swap seats with me I’ll take you to Starbucks for a sandwich or something”

“No”

“What do you want?”

“You-” I cackle and he flushes red. “I’m jOKING JKSFGW I’M SORRY SUN”

“Ok but what do you actually want”

“I’m not hungry.”

“Even if I take you to Paul’s Place?”

“hHHHHH. I’m not h-hungry”

“Let’s go. We can walk over”

“We literally have like 20 minutes. That’s not nearly enough time to grab food”

“Then you’ll let me raid our school’s kitchen. There has to be some sort of leftover food there”

“You’re telling me to whAT?”

“I know you have the keys to every room at school. Don’t think I didn’t see you asking the principal for them so you could arrive here at 5am in the morning huddling in a classroom for vibes”

“I’m hurt”

“Open the kitchen for me. I’ll make you a sandwich or something”

“Aww. You’re gonna cook for me?”

“Would you rather do it yourself?”

“I’d rather starve”

“I-. You’re insufferable”

“Thanks, I get that a lot”

“What do you want for breakfast”

“A hug”

“That’s illegal”

“nO THE CONTRACT JUST SAID NO DATING I HAVE A PHOTO HH”

“No hugs until you eat breakfast”

“So you’ll hug me if I eat breakfast?”

“We’ll see”

“bREAKFAST HERE I COMEEEEE”

The kitchen was pretty much empty other than the sauces. There were a couple leaves for a salad, and the ranch dressing that I had grown to hate but I had to eat what I could. There was no way I was allowed to run off. He had kept me within the inner side of the kitchen where I couldn’t leave without him trapping me in.

“If you take any longer people are going to think that we’re doing the deed in here”

“You’re disgusting”

“Ok but like you’re gonna get teased either way”

“We are not going to do the deed in here”

“If this were public school then someone has definitely-”

“BUT THIS IS A CHRISTIAN PRIVATE SCHOOL SO NO HORNY”

“hiSSS”

He glares at me for another couple of seconds while I start to scarf down my salad.

“dON’T CHOKE ON IT. YOU’RE GOING TOO FAST”

“lET ME CHOKE ON MY SALAD. I SHALL GLADLY EMBRACE DEATH”

“nO?”

“yO wHAT ARE YOU TWO UP TO IN HERE?” Someone’s head popped in.

The two of us screamed. And I ended up choking on the salad. Helping me regain my breathing, he gazed at the person who had burst in.

“Is there ever going to be a time when you don’t just burst into the room I’m in?”

“Nope. But I’ll probably stop if you move out for college”

“I swear”

It’s his brother. I offer a smile and throw the now empty plate away.

“I hate ranch. If I have to eat that anymore I’m going to kill someone” I cough.

“As much as we know how to hide a body, I don’t exactly want to be an accomplice in a murder”

“Don’t worry about it Z. If anyone’s going to jail with me it’s your brother”

“What did I do???”

“Become my friend and partner in crime. You know, the usual”

“Can’t you get Sam to hide the body for you?”

“What’s the fun in that? You know more about the human body”

“oH?” His brother wiggles his eyebrows.

“The first bell’s rung. Let’s get to class”

“See you later Z!”

“See you!”

So class starts again. The day is calm, welcoming, serene. The day passes and I’m home again. Today’s supposed to be a McDonalds night but I end up waking up late for the 3am run.

Clown: I’m late today McDonalds?

Sun: Z wants to go But I want sleep

Clown: I’ll pick him up Tell him I’ll be there in 10

Sun: Got it

Seen at 4:03

My car starts and I drive towards his house. I’m already in my school uniform and my bag is in the seat next to me. My lights are dim so I don’t wake anyone in their home. I see his brother open and close the door, then slide into the seat next to me.

“Ready to go?”

“Yea. McDonalds right?”

“Yea”

The drive is quiet. He looks out the window while my music plays softly in the background. He probably isn’t as awake. Their dynamic at school is reversed at home. I never understood why.

“Is something bothering you?” My voice is soft. And he sighs.

“Are you sure you want to listen?”

“Always”

“I met this girl online. I thought we hit it off really well too. She was flirting and everything with me. I found out a few days ago that she had a boyfriend. It turns out she only started to talk to me because I had a rank that she wanted to be in. She broke off contact with me yesterday. I guess it hurts. I really thought she could be there for me for high school too”

“Don’t let it drag you down. It sounds rude to say that, but you have your whole life ahead of you. One small bump along the way won’t matter to you in the future. So focus on what you want to do and reach for it. If you ever need someone to be there for you my number is always there. Text me whenever you need, I’ll always try to be there.”

“One bump along the way…Thank you. I kinda get why E’s always going to you for help”

“It’s not much. The least I can do is listen to your worries.”

“But you aren’t obligated to do that”

“Yeah. But it doesn’t matter. I want to be of some help.” I pull up at the McDonalds drive through.

“Hey darling!”

“Hey. Can I get the usual and then… Do you want ice cream?”

“Wait the machine works?”

“Yes or no.”

“Yes please”

“And a large M&M McFlurry?”

“lARGE?”

“Of course darling! Did your friend go through the breakup blues?”

“More like got emotionally attached to one of those internet bunnies”

“Holy. That’s the worst. It’s on the house then”

“yOU caN’T JUST DO THAT”

“I DO WHAT I WANT I’M THE MANAGER”

I gawk and drive up to the second window. He shoots me a grin and hands me the food. I pull out my card to pay but he’s already gone.

“That little piece of sh-”

“Thank you” Z mumbles silently.

“Ah. Don’t worry about it! It’s the least I can do as your driver.”

“But you didn’t need to?”

“Internet bunnies are the worst. I would know”

“I’m not gonna ask how you know”

“Haha” I laugh. “Welcome back Z”

“A moment of weakness”

“3am hits different. Don’t worry about it. We’re all emotionally fragile”

“Especially the three of us”

“I would guess.”

“Ready to go?”

“Let’s”

And the rest of the night passes with laughter, smiles, and jokes.

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#fluff #angst #bc theres actually angst this time #writing #fiction #365 days of rejection #365 days of writing #projects #quarnatine projects #i hope this helps with college admissions lmAO #my ocs #365 days

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skelestuck · 4 years

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– Skeleton-Designated-Hooman [Human] joined the Bone To Be Wild DiscordChum Server chat! –

-- ya like jazz [stretch] is already online! -- -- hentai smasher [nightmare] is already online! -- -- rUwUs [rus] is already online! -- -- f [red] is already online! --

human: wtf our alexa started playing meme songs outta nowhere

rus: our? where’re you human

human: im at sans and paps house human: sans says it wasnt him

rus: Might I inquire as to which songs it played? rus: This is Black, by the way.

human: oh hey black human: and uhh like baby shark and never gonna give you up but it kept switching

red: lol wtf what did you tell it to do.

human: nothing! we were just talking about our lives when bam! annoying memes

nightmare: it’s possible you might have a virus

red: wha red: a virus that plays baby shark??

nightmare: yeah there has been one going around at first and please stupid songs and then it infiltrates your files and takes them hostage nightmare: blaze no place plays. yeah plays nightmare: and once they are taken hostage you have to pay ransom to see them again

human: what?? are you serious?

nightmare: yeah I am. do you know what it’s going to ask you to play hey hey hey with a p it’s vay pay yeah that’s it

human: no

red: whats this bullshit nightmare. red: you still usin’ speech-to-text??

rus: wait go on im interested

nightmare: pay a whole box of 20 chicken nuggets

rus: no way never giving up my nuggies

human: im confused

red: let’s just ignore him aight?

rus: Nightmare, that sounds very unfortunate.

nightmare: I’m telling the truth

stretch: uhhh it sounds like someone got into your system, OP.

human: op? and what???

stretch: well youre the one who raised the issue so you’re OP

rus: opiuyghjbngas go back to reddit loser

red: yeah like ya didnt come from the depths of 4chan yerself asshole

-- sam’s [sans] joined the chat! --

human: okay, whatever, you were saying someone got into my system? and it’s been turned off now

sans: heya. actually i just muted it. it’s still going.

rus: sup sams

stretch: look, is your alexa even password protected?

sans: uhh…

rus: @ red its not my fault, im a reformed citizen

stretch: sans tell me your password wasnt ketchup

sans: ……………

nightmare: reformed citizen my oily ass you are still major idiot

human: sans did you seriously…

rus: ay can we respect peoples origins in here

stretch: alright, just reboot the whole thing maybe

rus: No don’t let them. [message deleted]

red: dont let em what?

nightmare: I’ll respect people’s origins when they come from Angola not when they used to discuss whether or not when was best girl

human: what are you talking about red

red: black just sent “no dont let em” and deleted it

rus: look hanako is bestest of best girls

nm: you mean the crippled game?

rus: Don’t say things like that, Nightmare. rus: And I don’t know what you’re referring to, Red.

red: dont give me that shit who ya talkin to

rus: Nobody other than all of you people. rus: yes katawa or the “cripple game” if youre a huge asshole

stretch: what game is this?

nm: yeah huge asshole you mean like Emmys up to the lemon and cident

human: uhhh wha??

sans: were we supposed to understand this

red: black my man its ‘kay ya can tell us yer talkin’ to yer sweetheart on the side.

rus: I don’t have any sweetheart on the side!

red: dude. red: don’ even try this time. red: ive been recording my screen fer reasons so i got video of yer message.

rus: Fuck.

stretch: what’s going on?

red: dumbasses on the same computer or somethin’ idfk.

nm: are you having two sessions on the same computer

rus: yeah it… saves power rus: anyway heres the link to the game rus: https://tinyurl.com/2fcpre6 rus: like jic ya wanted to hanako to be best girl too

stretch: why don’t i want to click that

red: godfuckingdamnit i fell fer it

sans: wait red were you actually interested in the game?

human: what the hell the music just started up again even though it was muted

sans: wasn’t me or paps that did it

human: its one of all you fuckers, isnt it >:?

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Blink Twice if You’re Okay

Chapter Summary

Finally, a sunny day for vacationing, Ariel suggests the crew should head to Bora Bora. Sam and Ariel have some alone time.

Pairing(s): MOC!Soulmate!Lucifer x Ariel, Platonic! Sam x Ariel

Warning(s): Implied R*pe, HEAVY Angst, Mild Language

A/N: Here is my filler episode. I am really excited about it because it's the first chapter/episode where I have a free creative range. Sam x Ariel content. Let's see what I can do! Also, feedback is appreciated.

Beta'd by no one

Word count: 6,954

OUTFIT 1 OUTFIT 2

Hi before anyone goes into this chapter, I wanted to put a trigger warning for R*pe. It isnt heavily detailed but I just wanted to let you lovely people know. If you ever need anyone to talk to just message me or leave a comment and i will message you. ♥ There will be another TW further in the chapter just in case some of you skip this long-ass warning.

Ariel stood in the motel window, watching the people pass by.

Days like these, she really missed Castiel and her many other angel companions. It was wrong of her to abandon her garrison, but what 'Heaven' stood for was not right, and the Winchesters deserved better.

Humans deserved better.

The archangel decided to read a book called 'Percy Jackson & the Olympians: The Lightning Thief.' It was a lovely book about a prepubescent boy and his destiny. She felt like the Winchesters could relate, defeating a rising evil and saving the world.

Ariel slammed the book closed once she heard a breathy voice come from the motel room entrance.

"Morning, Ariel. Have you been up all night?" The voice asked.

"Angels don't sleep, I've told you this." She put it. The woman turned to set her eyes on where the voice came from. It was from Sam, coming in from a morning jog.

A small smile formed on her lips. She was fond of Sam, and his big decision to end his demonic activities made it easier to look at him. His soul lightened by a tremendous amount, and it was almost as if he could be his own sun.

"So like you're always awake? What is that like?" Sam questioned.

This was probably the longest he and Ariel had a conversation. He wasn't dumb, he noticed that she always avoided looking at him like his presence was a disease. It made him feel already closer to being a monster, but he was sure she was doing it for a better reason.

Ariel just let out a small giggle and made her way across the room to sit on Sam's bed. "It's not like anything if you have never experienced sleep before. And it isn't like I will ever be close to being human because of my grace, it basically refills." She paused and fixed her gaze on the wall mirror across from Sam's bed.

"Being an archangel has its perks, but the closest to being human I can get is being empathetic and participating in activities. Like eating, drinking, and sex." Ariel concluded.

The tall hunter peeped his head out of the bathroom when she mentioned sex. He began talking with his toothbrush still in his mouth. "Wait, Angels have sex?" Sam had a slight look of amusement and disbelief.

Ariel glanced over at Dean, who was stirring in his sleep. Man, he was still asleep? The ginger nodded. "It isn't permitted," She returned her gaze back to Samuel. "But the rebellious angels do..." Her voice drifted as she thought about all those years of Angels rebelling and her having to execute them.

"I wouldn't really know..." She added

Rushing water filled the silence momentarily, followed by spitting and then more silence. The brunette male leaned himself against the door frame. He didn't have an immediate response to that, so he just examined her and picked apart her vessel's features.

It was decorated in freckles and beauty marks. Her eyes were a crystal blue and her lashes were long which complemented the round shape. Ariel's entire being was very alluring.

Sam cleared his throat and started, "What are you reading?-"

Ariel cut Sam off. "Do you guys usually sit around and wait for a case?"

Dean's groggy voice came from her side. "You got a better idea?" He ridiculed while rolling over onto his back and stretching.

"You both talk too much. Have you not heard of sleep?" Dean snapped.

"Well, no one told you to go to the bar and drink yourself half to death." Sam countered while taking a seat next to the celestial being.

The gentle giant had many more questions to ask Ariel, but not around Dean. He just wanted to know everything she knew and if he could redeem himself.

The 30-year-old man groaned as he moved to the edge of the bed. "Yeah, well, sue me for having fun." He drawled while sitting up.

This comment made Ariel cringe.

The idea of drinking yourself under the table and flirting with an endless amount of women, being fun, was an overstatement. Not too long ago, she and Dean were sucking face in Jack's house, and nearly two weeks later, they were strangers again.

Ariel avoided Dean as much as she could, and whenever Sam tried to get them to talk, it backfired.

"We could vacation." Ariel suggested.

Sam clenched his jaw at Dean's inconsiderate response. Maybe Ariel didn't sleep or eat, but she did display some emotions. She cried, laughed, and obviously, she loves. He hated how clueless his brother could be.

"Yeah, let's just hop on a flight to Bora Bora. Oh, wait, with what money? We barely had enough to stay at the motel." Dean queried. He knew what he was doing, pushing Ariel away.

Feelings are what Dean tried to avoid in this life, but Ariel made it so much harder for him. Whenever she was around him, he felt the need to protect and hold her in his arms, and he wasn't sure if she had the same feeling.

Ariel scoffed and gestured to her back. "Did you forget that I have wings, dumbass? I can fly us there and maybe whip up some clothes but that's about it."

"Hanging out at the beach actually sounds nice, Dean." Sam interjected.

Maybe bathing in the sun could take his mind off things, or perhaps it would give him the personal time with Ariel he wanted. The hazel-eyed hunter pressed his lips into a thin line and glanced over at Ariel, who was just waiting for a response.

"Or...We could go without you." Sam added, which earned a questioning look from both Ariel and Dean.

That suggestion made Ariel's heart flutter. Alone with Sam? She never thought about it, but now that she has, she didn't object.

Dean's face contorted to the thought of his brother alone with Ariel. He hesitated before speaking. He was not good for Ariel, maybe Sam could give it a shot. Sam was smarter and more considerate.

"Sure, Go ahead. I'll just go to Bobby's," Dean asserted, nonchalantly.

Ariel could tell it bothered him, she could sense the tension in the air, and it only made her want to leave.

Their unhealthy dynamic and the fighting, somehow, she was always in the middle of two brothers. That is how it started, and that was how her story would inevitably end.

"Alright." She mumbled before disappearing.

Sam was about to address Ariel, but she just up and left. He immediately looked at his brother and shook his head.

"You ignore her for weeks...she offers a vacation day in Bora Bora, and you act like an ass. " Sam scolded.

Now Sam had to find the archangel, apologize for Dean and possibly give her a hug for Dean. The tall being pushed himself off of the dingy motel bed and started for the door.

This radical reaction made Dean angry. "What- I mean, you're practically taking her on a date." He paused. "Why not just kiss her in front of me- Lay her down gently and go to town." The bow-legged hunter stepped to Sam as he spoke.

It was obvious Dean was jealous, but Dean literally had the opportunity to take Ariel to the beach and enjoy a day in relaxation, but he fucked that up moments ago. Sam took a minute to think and then just grabbed his coat and scoffed.

"Y'know. With you acting like this- maybe I will." Sam sneered and left the room to search for their angel friend.

Dean was taken aback by his brother's forwardness. He did not expect him to say something like that, which meant Dean really messed up. The surly hunter stood in the doorway as he watched his brother leave.

Fuck.

LATER

A soft rustling sound filled the air.

"Samuel? I bought us swimwear!" Ariel exclaimed as she arrived in the motel room. Her eyes darted around in hopes of finding the tall man, but all she was met with was silence and a glowering look from Dean. "Sam?"

Dean rolled his eyes and sighed. "He went out- looking for you." He slammed the lore book closed and grabbed his duffle bag.

Just then, Sam entered with a case of beer.

"Hey, I couldn't find Ariel, but- Hey, where'd you go? I looked everywhere for you." Sam asked with a laugh. He searched everywhere for her, the diner, the pool he even stole a car and drove to the strip mall, yet here she was, standing in the room with her arms full of clothes.

"What's all this? Where'd you get the money?" Sam chuckled.

Ariel smiled and wigged the bunch of pool noodles. "Clothes! I saw in the movies that people bring a big wardrobe on vacation, even if it's for a few days. I also picked out swimwear. I wasn't sure what your favorite color was- because I know humans become peeved when you forget their favorite things. Like when I forgot Dean's favorite pie flavor-" She started rambling.

"Ariel?" Dean cut her off.

Ariel glanced at Dean, "huh?"

Dean shoved his arm's into his leather jacket. "You're rambling."

"Sorry, I'm just excited. Angels were never allowed to come to earth, and the only beach adjacent place I visited was The Garden of Eden...and when I was there- Lucifer-he uh. " Ariel stared off into the distance, her nails softly digging into the plastic bags.

She tried to fight the impending flashback, but it won.

"Why do you love them and not me? Those apes are flawed beyond comprehension, but us, Little one- We're perfect. You're supposed to love me. We are soul mates!" Lucifer rutted his body against Ariel's, a loud cry erupting from her throat.

The archangel cleared her throat and looked at Sam who's brows were furrowed. "Nothing good happened to me when I was in the Garden. So sue me for looking forward to one good day." She muttered, with her hands visibly shaking.

Her words silenced the boys. Sam was fascinated by how old she was. And Dean was bothered by the fact that Lucifer had done something to her.

The Garden was supposed to be this sacred place. God was supposed to be watching over everything, right? How could God of all beings let that happen to her? Dean felt like an asshole.

Sam clenched his jaw and sat the beer down on the tv stand. "It's okay, here gimme that." He stretched for the bag of swimwear but recoiled when he saw Ariel flinch.

What could Lucifer have done that scarred an Archangel of the lord?

"No, it's okay. Let's go, I want to go." Ariel breathed and grabbed the toys and the beer. "Bye, Dean. See you tomorrow." The redhead smiled wanly at the older Winchester.

"Have fun." Was the last thing the two heard before Ariel transported them to the Resort.

LOBBY

They arrived in the resort lobby: Conrad Bora Bora Nui.

"A little warning there next time." Sam laughed from the ground.

The male was buried underneath many plastic bags. He let out a low groan and gestured to the front desk concierge, "Go check us in our room while I gather this stuff."

"I've never interacted with...other humans before, I mean- I never spoke to anyone else. Even at the store I just gave them the money." Ariel whispered while kneeling by Sam's head.

The only humans she interacted with were at the store, and that didn't go too well. They asked her if she were a robot and why she was dressed like the 70s 'threw up on her.' She did not like that.

"Here, it's okay, just help me up, and I will book it," The long-haired hunter tossed the things aside as he saw Ariel stretch her hand out for him to grab. He grasped her hand and pulled himself up.

"Thanks."

Ariel grabbed the clothes and whipped up suitcases out of thin air for their clothes. She looked down at her attire. With a thought, the woman was now dressed in a short, red sundress. She smoothed down her now straight hair and glanced up in time to see Sam ogling her.

"Here, You look like you just came from a marathon- maybe this would suit you better." Ariel murmured as she snapped her fingers and changed Sam's clothes. He now wore a Hawaiian button-up with pale gray shorts and male sandals.

Sam snorted and looked down at his outfit.

The hunter appreciated the gesture, but he felt more comfortable in his running clothes. He didn't want Ariel to use up all her grace just to have him in some fancy luxurious person clothes.

"This is a bit much, don't you think?"

Why did the Winchesters never accept anything good? It bothered her.

Ariel gave the human a small pat on the arm. "It's okay. I want the full experience. I saw that people dress like this in the movies."

"Really?" Sam chuckled at Ariel's ignorance. It was a delight to be with a celestial being that had no idea how humans worked. He wondered if all angels were like this.

"Let's go." Sam murmured while taking his hand in hers and pulling her toward the front desk.

PRESIDENTIAL DELUXE SUITE

Once the two were situated in their suite, Sam strolled out on the balcony of the Villa and spotted Ariel, leaning over the edge. She looked at peace with her red hair blowing in the breeze.

If someone had told Sam years ago that he would be in the Bahamas with an Archangel, he would have told them that they were crazy.

Ariel shifted onto her other foot and glanced over her shoulder at the hunter standing by the doorway. "Thanks for coming with me, Sam."

"You don't have to thank me, who would pass up the Bahamas? I mean, I like researching, but I guess I kinda needed a break." As he chatted, he inched closer to his speaking partner.

Sam perched himself on the wooden railing, next to the woman, and resumed talking. "I- I kinda wanted to get you alone, so I could talk to you about...me? I mean, I want to know more about you too." He rambled.

"Sam, It's okay. I already know." Ariel laughed at Sam's nervousness and placed a light hand on the human's forearm.

This sweet gesture caused Sam to tense up. He wasn't used to someone other than Ruby touching him, and to have an Angel caress him, it made him uneasy. Ariel overlooked Sam's body language and flashed him an alluring smile.

"What do you want to know?"

"Everything," Sam replied and moved closer to her. A small voice in his head screamed at him to move the hell away from her, but he couldn't. There was something about her energy that drew him in, and Sam felt safe. He knew that he was in good hands, and he'd be damned if he would let something like this fall into the hands of someone else.

Ariel slowly pulled her hand back and motioned over to the white sofa on the deck. "Well, there isn't much I can tell you." She paused and plopped down on the cushion and patted the spot next to her. "But from what I do know, we should sit."

The tall being shuffled over to the couch and cautiously planted himself next to the angel. He fiddled with his fingers and kept his gaze on Ariel.

"Okay, well as far as I know and what I've been told by my older brother- is that you have been trying to track down Lilith and you've been using your powers but- You're drinking demon blood...that stuff is bad Sam."

Ariel moved her hand onto Sam's and gripped it tightly as she told him all she knew. "I know you mean well, but nothing good will come of this if you sacrifice your humanity just to kill one demon." She paused. "You tell yourself, it's to save people but if you have to risk the light in you, then does the end really justify your means?"

Sam averted his gaze once she brought up the blood-drinking. He was saving people. That was all that went through his mind when he thought about using his powers. It was the only way he could cope.

"I... what she did to Dean- She's breaking the seals and you're telling me you don't want her dead? I can kill her, I just have to get strong and then I can kill her." Sam choked out.

Ariel regarded the man with an expression that was inscrutable when Sam spoke.

It took him a while to gather the courage to look Ariel's way, he felt like the dam behind his eyes was going to collapse at any second.

"You remind me of someone..." The angel whispered.

Ariel recommenced, "Sam, this isn't the way to go, and if you continue down this path...I cannot promise you I will stay to protect you."

"Y'know, I can perceive the human soul and yours is very, very bright." Ariel raised her palm to the hunter's face and cupped his cheek. The agony emanating off of his being overwhelmed her and drowned her. She could feel her chest tightening with every breath.

"It's beautiful." The archangel murmured before moving incredibly closer and shifting onto her knees. Ariel raised her fingertips to Sam's temples and sent surges of her grace into him. She wanted him to see what she saw.

The hunter could feel the tears coming and just as Ariel sent the surge of grace, they fell over the precipice. Samuel's eyes glazed over, resembling Ariel's grace-charged eyes.

Sam's face contorted as she sent the many images of himself into his mind. His eyes darted from side to side as he saw himself but behind there was a bright, nearly blinding light behind his figure. His ears perked once he heard her dulcet voice.

"You could be your own sun, that's how bright it is. So don't worry about some darkness within you, there is none. You and your crusade, to kill Lilith- It leads to darkness." Ariel whispered.

This exchange was intimate for them.

There was a long pause before Sam pulled Ariel into a crushing embrace. He nuzzled his head against her neck, tears streaming down his face.

Sam could not for the life of him tell what it was about this strange woman except that she just reminded him of something, someone, of Jessica. If Sam could see Jessica in her, he only wondered who Dean saw in her. Maybe mom?

"You can't be real." He whispered. Samuel's hold on her tightened tremendously. "Someone like you can't be real." The troubled man repeated, more for himself than her.

"I am real and I'll be here for a long time...I hope." Ariel smiled and gave her human companion a kiss on his forehead. She lingered until her vessel reminded her of Dean.

Dean, Ariel missed him. She missed comforting him and watching the stars. A soft buzz filled her ears.

Sam sniffled and lightly nudged the angel. "Sorry- Okay, so, tell me about you. You must be very old. I'm guessing 5 billion years old."

"Close, but no cigar. I'm 10 billion years old give or take a few. Thanks for making me feel old." Ariel playfully pushed Sam away, which was followed by a small sigh.

This caught Sam's attention.

Sam looked out to the sea, watching the sunset. "Was it lonely?"

"Not at first... I have- well, had four brothers; they are also Archangels. There's Gabriel, Raphael... He did this to me." She gesticulated to the scars that were now fading.

"Then, Michael, he is the oldest. He says I ruin everything."

Ariel gave a sad laugh and shifted in her seat. She turned to her side, raised her legs, and laid them across Sam's lap. Then, she relaxed her head on the back cushion.

"Y'know how a younger sibling comes in and knocks over all the blocks..."

Sam chuckled at her analogy. "Yeah, I think I get it. Sounds like a horrible family." He fixed his hazel-eyes on her sapphire eyes.

When she got down to the last name, her eyes seemed to gloss over. It wasn't often Ariel cried or showed any other emotions besides joy or anger, but Sam did notice when she disassociated.

Sam laid his hands on her calves, and he gave them a small squeeze to let her know he was listening.

"Then there's Lucifer..." Ariel breathed. Just saying his name made her wings tense up.

Sam started. "We can talk about movies if you want-"

Ariel shook her head and chuckled. "No, it's okay. I'd rather tell you than Dean. He...would not handle it well." She paused and began telling her story.

"Father, he made me a part of Lucifer and So that sort of made us more than just archangels created by the same thing." Ariel pulled her knees to her chest and hugged herself.

The celestial being fingered the frills on her dress hem, sadness clouding her features. "Him and I, we were God's favorites. We were left alone most of the time. We were a pair- two peas in a pod...but then one day that changed."

"Well, It started with the conception of you- humans. I was okay with not being a prized possession, but Lucifer..." Ariel's voice cracked.

"So, when Lucifer wanted me to rebel, begging me to join...I said no. He said I was a part of him and that he didn't need permission..." Ariel closed her eyes and shook her head once she began having flashbacks of The Garden.

Trigger Warning: Implied R*pe (read with caution) Please do not progress if this may trigger you. After this flashback, there will be a short summary of what happened.

FLASHBACK

The sun beamed down on the greenery, morning dew trickling down the blades of grass. In the distance, there were animals grazing.

"Gadreel, please!" A disembodied voice came from somewhere near the Garden.

"I cannot, you know the rules. I'm sorry, Little one." Gadreel held his military position as he eyed the girl in front of him.

It was Ariel.

"I am so much older than you, not fair of you to call me that. Please, I promise I won't do anything. They're arguing again...I just want to be alone with the trees." Ariel pleaded with the guardian angel.

Gadreel opened his mouth to speak but stopped, his face contorting. A line appeared between his brows as his eyes darted from the archangel to heavenward. He seemed to be listening to something or someone but Ariel couldn't discern who.

"Maybe don’t go in the garden today..." Gadreel whispered.

Ariel was taken aback by his anxiousness. "Why not? You would let me in any other day."

The guardian seemed fixed on something else as he gazed at the beauty before him. He had an inscrutable expression that teetered between pitying and haunted.

Something was wrong.

"Okay, be careful." Ariel's guardian companion huffed.

"Always," The archangel squealed and gave Gadreel a light peck on his cheek before flying into the Garden.

When she disappeared, a disembodied voice echoed throughout Gadreel's mind.

'Good. Now, Leave your post.'

The angel hesitated for a moment, glancing back over his shoulder at his friend settling down but the river."I'm sorry, Little one."

Gadreel flew away.

Ariel resided near the stream and stretched her vessel's limbs before laying on her back. She only came into the Garden when they put her in the middle of things. Again, Lucifer put her on display for everyone in the garrison to see; Asking her to join him. When she declined, most of the angels snickered, embarrassing Lucifer.

He did not like that.

For years, Lucifer had been throwing a tantrum of the creation of humanity, amongst other things. It greatly affected the whole Archangel family, but Ariel never said a word about how she truly felt.

Deep down, she knew that she wasn't made to serve heaven, and once she finally saw humans for the first time, her heart was set. Humans were to be loved, cherished, and above all things, protected. And after his last act of aggression against her, she wanted no part of her other half.

This made Lucifer more vehement.

No one agreed with him, and those that did were never outspoken.

"I knew you'd be down here, Little one." A sultry incorporeal voice came from behind her, frightening her.

Ariel's body tensed at the way he put emphasis on 'little one.' She did not like this nickname- or at least when it came out of his mouth. When others said it, it was like a term of endearment, but when Lucifer said it, it made her being crawl.

"Are you cloud watching?" He addressed her again, starving for attention.

She would not give it.

"You could at least look at me when I'm talking to you." Lucifer growled.

His explosive temper instilled fear into the young angel's heart. It was not fair; he was older, and stronger by so much. She felt helpless in this situation, and it wasn't like her other brothers would step in and make Lucifer leave her alone. God was no better, but still, she loved her Father.

Ariel finally set her vessel's eyes on his.

Lucifer's eyes were distant. They held nothing in them but possessiveness and wrath. "Why did you leave me like that?" He asked coldly.

Ariel perched herself up on her palms while keeping her eyes locked with his. "You always shout over the same things. I won't be on display with you asking such inane questions."

"My questions aren't stupid, it's important and lesser angels don't think for themselves like we do, they're meant to follow. Now if God's two most favorited Angels rebelled because, well who cares of the because- They would follow us..." Lucifer took a seat next to his sister and crossed his legs.

"What you'd be leading them to is damnation and i will not join that. Your logic is skewed and Father won't appreciate us defiling his creation he took so long to make." Ariel countered while pushing herself to her feet.

Lucifer's expression hardened as he listened to her. "Damnation? I'd be leading them to triumph. Imagine what you and I could do together..." The man's word fell off as he shifted onto his feet and made an advance on her.

"What we could make..." He murmured as he disappeared.

"You and I will do nor make anything. Why can't you get it through your thick skull that- I. Will. Not. Join. YOU!" Ariel set her eyes on the gate ahead, seeing that Gadreel was not at his post as usual.

Lucifer reappeared behind the angel placing himself betwixt her wings. "Why can't you get it through your thick skull, that I'm not doing this without you." The corrupt being roughly set both hands on his sister's shoulders and squeezed them tight.

"And I'm done asking for permission." He whispered in a breathy voice.

"You're insane!" Ariel breathed as she tried to pull herself away, but he just dragged her back to him.

"No... I'm actually not." Lucifer growled, dipping his arms under her feathers and pressed his body against hers. His archangel blade appeared in his hand; the pointed bit pushed lightly into her chest.

The color drained out of her face as a high-pitched ring filled the air, besides their heavy breathing.

The nefarious being led her over to a nearby tree, shoving Ariel against the tree.

"Luci... This isn't the way..." The ginger's voice broke as she said the word 'this.' Ariel tried to flap her wings to get away but with him pressed so hard against her scapulars it was agony if she even tried moving an inch.

"Please, We can talk this out..." She panted.

"Fuck his Garden. Fuck his Creation. I'm way past talking." Lucifer muttered through clenched teeth, lifting the blade to her neck. He dipped his head down, pressing his cool lips against her vessel's warm neck.

It invigorated him. The thrill, her fear.

Ariel's eyes filled with grace, donning their rosy color; This was her fighting back. She set both hands on the bark and pushed away from it, but failed to overpower his hold.

Lucifer let out a wry laugh and resumed leaving marks all across her neck. The offender ran his vessel's calloused hands over the curves of her waist.

Ariel began weeping, "Michael!" She tried, but her prayer was cut short when Lucifer slit her throat, her grace seeping out of the cut. Her knees buckled as her essence was stolen.

"Mmm" Lucifer moaned as he inhaled her grace, his once rosy eyes slowly shifting to a more blood-red undertone. "Now, for the best part..." He cooed in a honeyed voice.

"NO! " Ariel shut her eyes and reopened them, filling them with more grace, but it just poured out of her neck like a faucet. She wriggled under his hold like a worm, her wings flapping causing moans of agony to exit her mouth.

At this moment she wondered where Gadreel was, where was Castiel? Where was her big brother Michael? Where was Dad?

"Please..."Ariel knew nothing about intercourse or how humans managed to get it done, but she knew this was not how things went. There were steps to take, and her vessel did not appreciate the way the monster was treating her.

Lucifer brutally capped her mouth with his calloused hand, muttering a "Shut up." He hastily lifted her dress and grinned.

"It will be alright." Lucifer sang to his little sister.

It's safe now ♥ Continuing with Sam x Ariel

Sam held the sides of Ariel's face and searched both her eyes. He wasn't sure what to say. By what he put together from her broken words were that Lucifer had defiled her in the Garden.

To add to that, no one came to save. Not even God.

"Don't worry. I'm here. Dean's here, and we won't let him get free." The hunter pulled the tired archangel into a tender hug, giving her a hard kiss on her forehead.

Sam cradled her for hours, partly wishing Dean was here because he could have probably changed her mood by a great deal.

Soon, Sam fell asleep with Ariel still conscious in his arms.

A light breeze blew through her scarlet tresses sending a light scent of cherry shampoo past Sam's nose. The giant stirred in his sleep and tightened his hold on the angel.

Sam slowly opened his eyes and let out a low groan and stretched his body. "Is it morning already? I didn't mean to fall asleep." He murmured.

On the horizon, the sun met the sea, casting a beautiful glow on the sky. The sunrise was always one aspect of earth that Ariel loved. All the colors and sensations made it so winsome.

With her ear pressed against the giant's chest, she could feel every heartbeat.

"It's okay. I didn't come to just swim. I came to bond." Ariel murmured.

The archangel stretched her wings and draped them over her and Sam; They were large enough to hide the duo. A light shadow to be seen over their bodies.

The hunter glanced down at the shadow and furrowed his brows. He never wished more to see her wings then- to see the sun glistening and painting her feathers in the purple and pink hues. Dean told him a few times what they looked like but that they look scarier in person. He said to 'imagine white bird wings and dye them red.'

Dean wasn't very descriptive.

"What is heaven like?" The hunter watched the sky as he imagined heaven. He was hopeful yet terrified because if they banished an archangel for helping humans, could heaven really be a great place? Sam concluded it was better than going to hell.

Ariel tore herself from the human and rose to her feet. "Heaven is one, but many." The angel didn't really want to talk about home, she ran away from there. Heaven to her was like an abusive home, full of innocent angels being manipulated by a person convinced they are doing good.

"What does that mean?" Sam got up from the white couch and followed the angel. It wasn't like he meant to prod but he needed to satiate his curiousness.

Ariel whipped around and glared at the tall man. "It means just what I said. Now please, stop asking me." She let out a shaky breath and turned away. "I understand you are a curious human, but it is still a sensitive topic for me." Ariel murmured.

"I didn't mean to- I'm sorry." Sam drew his lips into a thin line and clasped his hands. "How about we go check out the restaurant?"

The angel's mood switched almost instantly, a smile danced across her lips. "Yes! I want to try whatever a mimosa is." Ariel laughed and flew into the hotel room to change her clothes.

"A mimosa? Can angels even get drunk?" Sam laughed as he walked into their suite. He assumed she went to change her clothes or at least wait for him to change. The hunter grabbed the suitcase that Ariel gave him and opened it to find a bunch of clothes, tailored to him.

Sam rummaged through the clothes and found a suitable outfit and waited for his angel companion in the loungeroom of the suit. The service wasn't ideal in this area but he still attempted to send Dean a message that they were okay.

RESTAURANT

There was a small flutter of wings that startled Sam until he looked up to see Ariel standing in front of him, beaming.

"Is this attire appropriate? I've been alive for a long time and I value humans’ idea of fashion. I wasn't sure if these shoes were alright with this dress..." Ariel rambled, twiddling her fingers as she talked about her passion.

Sam listened to her ramble for about five minutes before he just decided to stop her; He was starving. "You look beautiful, don't worry." The human pushed himself to his feet and gestured to the door. "We should maybe walk instead of teleport."

"Perhaps." Ariel hummed and started for the door.

Together they walked down to the restaurant for breakfast.

"How long have you known this Castiel?" Sam asked with his mouth full of uncooked spinach. He preferred the healthier diet, claiming that you can't hunt if you have cholesterol problems.

Luckily, Ariel was an angel and didn't have to worry about that.

Ariel's eyes widened and she put up her finger. "Don't, It's like jinxing yourself. If you say an angel's name too much they might show up." The archangel looked around, tightening her hold on the wineglass. She didn't want to see Castiel.

The last time she saw him was nearly a week ago and she probably frightened him and the rest of the host.

"Are you avoiding him?" Sam mumbled while sipping some of his water. He drew his lower lip between his teeth as he hadn't considered other angels potentially showing up.

A line appeared between Ariel's eyebrows at his question. It wasn't difficult but it wasn't easy to answer. "No, It's just..." Her words fell off as she looked heavenward. "When I escaped, something happened to my eyes-." The angel paused and brought her hand to her cheek, gesturing to her eyes. "One turned red, like...Lucifer's. It may have frightened him along with the rest of heaven."

"Red? Why does it matter what color they are? You are nothing like him." Sam frowned.

Ariel shook her head, "We are one in the same, yet opposite ends of the spectrum and so if-"

Sam spoke out of turn, interrupting her. "If he's bad, then you're good? What happens if he's good?" His eyebrows rose at the thought of Ariel potentially turning bad. It was something he could not imagine.

"I don't think that would ever happen. Lucifer is corrupted, his grace is red and there no turning back from that." The archangel spouted in a brittle tone. She could not see herself becoming corrupted even after the years of being locked away.

The friendly giant tilted his head in speculation. He wasn't one to pry or be pessimistic but if red grace meant a corrupted angel- what did that mean for her?

Ariel gazed at her companion with wide eyes. "The seals." She murmured. "The weaker the cage becomes- if he gets out..." Her eyes drifted off to the side, then down at her mimosa. She raised the glass to her glossed lips and took a long sip.

Sam surveyed Ariel's grimace for reluctance before stretching his arm over the table and cupping her hand. It was a small gesture but the comfort probably meant a lot to Ariel. His mouth curved into a wan smile. "We won't let him."

"Just listen- okay? This is crucial." The celestial being inhaled deeply and gazed into Sam's hazel-eyes as she parted her lips to speak. "Promise me, you won't hesitate."

"What?" The longhaired males asked, his face shifting from a puzzled look to a doleful one. Sam immediately got up from his seat once he realized what she meant. His small disturbance grabbed everyone's attention in the near vicinity.

The archangel quickly intertwined their fingers. She flew them to an empty part of the beach and let out a small sigh.

"We didn't pay..." Sam murmured before glancing to his side and seeing the sorrow-stricken angel.

"Tell me why I have to kill you, now." He demanded in a low tone.

"Because I can feel myself withering away!" Ariel shouted. "There is this darkness encompassing me with every turn and no matter how many humans I aim to protect and save- it never goes away. It grows every day- I can feel his wrath already, Sam..." Her tone was wobbly, indicating that her vessel was bound to weep.

At first, Sam was taken aback but then his features softened as she revealed what she was going through.

If she could sense his wrath already, then how far gone was she and how much longer did they have with this sweet version of her?

Sam's eyes glazed over, he fought back his tears as best he could.

"Promise me..." Ariel whispered whilst caressing his face. Her fingertips grazed the light stubble on his jaw then ran over the few bumps on his cheek.

Sam's lips quivered as he tried so hard to hold in his sobs but a strangled sob escaped his throat. His entire body trembled as he thought back to two years ago and his interaction with Madison and how he had to shoot her in the heart.

This hurt equally to that or maybe even worse. He'd grown to like Ariel in the past days since he has met her that day Travis died. It was hard for him to even think about killing her, how would he even be able to, she was an archangel.

"How?" Sam choked out.

Just then there was a blade in Sam's hands, with curved edges. He studied the sword, his fingers tracing over the Enochian inscriptions. The distraught hunter gripped the hilt with care and let his arm fall to his side.

"Why not Dean? Why me?" He spoke in a quavering voice.

"You're strong..." Ariel whispered, wrapping her dainty hands around his large mitts. She aimed the pointed end above her left breast, showing him where she wanted it to happen. "And- You'll be the only one close enough." She finished.

Of course, Sam had no idea what she meant, but if Lucifer was set free, the hunter would be the only one close enough, strong enough to break from Satan's hold.

"No..." The long-haired male shook his head in defiance.

"No, If i can fight my darkness, you can too. I won't let you- I can't." Sam took a moment to gather himself before speaking through choked sobs. "Dean, He would tell you the same thing... If there is good in you, then maybe-"

"Abel..." Ariel leaned into Sam's warmth, swiping the blade from his palms. Her eyes moved from side to side as she talked, almost as if she was experiencing something entirely different.

Sam stared at the angel. Why did she call him Abel? Was she having a flashback? He opted not to say anything and let her finish.

"I tried to lead you to the light..." Ariel whispered in a chagrined manner. "Just promise me, Abel." She squeezed her eyes shut and rested her forehead against his chest.

"I promise." Sam murmured in a husky tone.

The human pulled Ariel into a crushing embrace, gazing out into the horizon. "I promise." He affirmed more clearly, resting his chin on her head.

For a vacation, it wasn't that all relaxing. His nerves were constantly yo-yoing and his eyes were puffy from crying. Ariel, of course, looked perfect, even when she cried.

"Ready to go home?" Samuel questioned.

"Yes."

Their home wasn't a conventional home, they traveled from place to place, slept in dingy motels yet they always had one constant in their lives; The 1967 Chevy Impala.

That was home for the boys. And now it was Ariel's as well.

SERIES MASTERLIST

#dean winchester #sam and dean #dean fanfiction #dean winchester fanfiction #Dean x OFC #Sam Winchester #sam x ofc #spn lucifer #spn fanfiction #spnfamliy #spn raphael #spn ruby #SPN #spn angst #spn angels #masterlist

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Lena Luthor and her lack of support no matter what she does.

Long post. Not really Kara friendly, but its past events.

Soooo, losing myself down a Youtube rabbit hole of Supergirl clips, i have concluded that Lena Luthor does not receive any kind of support from her friends andor/significant other if whatever she is doing doesn't fit in with their ‘hero code’ that for some reason she still isnt really privy to or involved in. Despite the fact that she has saved the world and Supergirl MULTIPLE times!

It really does play out like this:

Lena, ‘I am going to invent......

Super friends ‘NO Lena you are not allowed to invent that because WE dont think its right!’

Lena, ‘I am pro..

Super friends ‘NO Lena! You cant’ support that because its the opposite of what we think’.

Sooo yeah, basically no matter what Lena does, unless it supports the Superfriends and it has their seal of approval she is some how wrong. Why? Because she has a mind of her own and isnt a senseless drone who believes a smile and hope will fix the worlds problems.

Lets look at some examples:

1. Lena invents the alien detection device, because she believes that humans have the right to know if an alien is among them. Kara, against this purely because she is an alien, actually struggles to come up with an argument against it. But when Lena turns around and says if aliens want to live in America thats their right and if humans want to know who they are than thats their right to, Kara, without a second thought destroys Lena’s device! Lena of course changes her stance at the end of the episode (and Kara does a little to) but even if she hadn't, it doesn't make her a bad person.

Lets review:

Kara went to the sister of Earths biggest alien hater to ask her view on the Alien Amnesty Act. Kara didnt like what she heard, she struggled to actually come up with a decent argument that didnt involve ‘I am an alien’. She then destroyed something that Lena probably spent months of hard work and millions of dollars on because ‘it didn't meet with Kara’s approval’. (Im actually really happy Lena got this working again to use it on Rhea!)

2. Lena manufactures Kryptonite to help save the life of her friend Sam who came to her for help. Now lets remember that Sam did actually go to Alex for help at the DEO and Alex found nothing. So it wasnt like Same didnt have options. But she clearly felt safer with Lena. To be frank,who wouldnt? I wouldnt want to knock on the DEO’s door and be like ‘hey! Im Reign, the murderous alien you've been looking for, but its not my fault’. I digress! Lena made Kryptonite to help Sam!

So, when Supergirl/Kara finds out that Lena has kept Sam a secret and had the nerve to have Kryptonite,(we learn later she made it, but told Kara it was Lex’s) what did she think? Well it was ALL about Kara! Sam wasnt even given a second thought. Kara doesn't agree that Lena should be allowed to have Kryptonite because she doesnt approve and apparently everything Lena does now needs the Super seal of approval. I mean, even Alex was sound with Lena after Lena explained.

Lets review, Lena has Kryptonite and used it to help keep her friend contained so she wouldnt go out murdering people. All this at Sams request, but the first thing Kara thinks of is Kara, because SHE isnt happy and wasnt involved . Because for some reason Kara has to know and be involved in all things and they have to have her seal of approval or Lena is some how bad.

3. Lena approaches Kara/Supergirl telling her she has something for her to help fight Reign and not to be alarmed because its in a lead lined case. Kara instantly alarmed because apparently that super hearing is useless and she is so lost in her current prejudice towards Lena that she has forgotten that Kryptonite can’t hurt her when its encased in Lead. Something that Lena JUST TOLD HER! Supergirl ‘is that Kryptonite?!’ ugh..duh Kara! Anyway, Lena tells her its to help her fight Reign, you know since NOTHING Kara has done so far has had any impact, but Lena (angel that she is) offers her the solution. Kara, ignoring what Lena just said gets pissed and tells Lena she has gall lying to her face, Lena finally sick of Kara’s bullshit and rightfully so, tells her she didnt lie. she made the Kryptonite. (OK i know she did lie, but you saw Kara’s reaction to Lena simply having what she thought was Lex’s kryptonite, could you imagine what she would have said if she knew Lena had made it to begin with? I can promise you one again Sam wouldn't have even factored into it.) Lena tells Kara she made it, and she super charged it for Reign. Kara, once again ignoring the possibility of defeating Reign, saving Sam and the world takes this personally and is like ‘You what?!’ Because once again Kara is the only person on the planet that matters right now. She then ORDERS Lena to give up her formula and anything Kryptonite related and give it to Alex and the DEO and tell her she is never going to make Kryptonite again because errr... KARA says so! I do love how Lena is just rolling her eyes at her. Lena tells her she thought she would be grateful, Kara once again thinking only about Kara doesn't understand how she should be grateful that Lena made the once substance on Earth that can kill her. Errrr because it can stop Reign you selfish, self involved, self righteous Kryptonain arse hole! Lena then tell her lots of things can kill humans but you dont see us being whiny arses about it.

Lena tells Kara she has a God complex, in this situation she isnt wrong. Kara goes off on one about the effects of Kryptonite and a smug Lena tells her thats exactly what she needs to subdue Reign. Kara, realizing that she does in fact need this Kryptonite because she has failed to come up with a solution herself, picks it up and even has the gall to turn around and say to Lena ‘even if we were on the same side’. No Kara! You are on the same side! Lena has been helping, keeping Sam safe and has come up with the solution you need

Lets Review, Lena told Kara she had something and not to be alarmed to which Kara was instantly alarmed. Kara got pissed at Lena for learning to make the one substance that could in fact save the day. She ignored the fact that it could in fact help Sam and thats why Lena made it. No it was ALL about Kara. Kara even told Lena they were not on the same side, even though Lena has done more to help Sam/Reign that Kara has and no one else seems to have an issue with Lena at all. It was all about how this would effect Kara and how wrong Lena was for making it. Once again Lena is in the wrong because Kara doesn't agree, it didnt have karas’s seal of approval, hence forth Lena is in the wrong.

4. While Reign is locked away in Lena’s cell, Lena uses a forcefield that blocks out Reign seeing them, even X ray vision. Kara,who literally just heard Lena say it blocks Reign looking at them decides to try to look through, because reasons i guess? Of course it hurts her and she gets pissed. Even though she just did that to herself! Then she decides to get pissed at Lena (AGAIN), Lena tells her the shock of looking through it keeps Reign in check. But of course that part goes over Kara’s head and it becomes all about Kara. She tells Lena they ‘talked about this; and if Lena made any weapons that could hurt Kryptonians she would tell her. Can i interject that this is Kara’s supposed ‘best friend’ and she immediately jumps to every bad conclusion she can? Lena says its not a weapon and then puts Kara in her place by telling her she will tell her about Kryptonite but she doesn't think about her while she makes other things.

Lets review, Kara who was just told by Lena that the force field blocked out Kryptonians decides to look through it anyway and gets in a mood and all offended because it hurt. Shocker! Lena tells her its to keep Reign (the murderous alien who just threatened to rip out Lena’s spleen, in check). This once again goes over Kara’s head and she immediately jumps to the conclusion that the force field is a weapon that can be used against her and how dare Lena even think of making something without informing this random super hero she barely knows who has no authority other than what she has given herself and from a secret government organisation Lena isn't even supposed to know exits! Kara is going no thought what so ever to Sam (again) or that Lena’s spleen is being threatened. Why? because Lena had the nerve to something without Kara’s approval or thinking about Kara first and we cant have that because the world revolves around Kara. Henceforth Lena is bad.

5. Kara, not trusting Lena at all asks her BOYFRIEND to break her trust and break into her vault to see if there is more Kryptonite there. Kara once again thinking of only Kara, thinks its OK to betray your best friend by getting her boyfriend to break into her personal vault. Kara then gets pissed at James because he suddenly grew a conscience at the very last second, after already breaking into L Corp and getting to the door of the vault, but not going in. Kara is annoyed that James decided to tell Lena what Kara/Supergirl asked him to do. Why? He literally just made the situation worse to score points with Lena. Lena will later learn that Supergirl did this and is notably pissed. Kara meanwhile is surprised by this.

Lets Review, Kara, once again thinking only of Kara, asked her best friends boyfriend to break into her personal vault and betray her trust because Kara is paranoid. Kara may have had a reason to be paranoid, but once again thinking only of Kara she manipulated James into betraying his girlfriend, Kara's best friend. (I dont care if he didnt go in, he still broke into L Corp. If my partner broke into my home but then decided not to steal something i would still be pissed and call the police!)

There are so many other things i could write about, like how Lena saved James’ ass from the DA but he treated her like crap for it. Lena helped to get rid of the Daxamites, but because Kara didn't like the method, one again it was ALL about Kara and her happiness with Mon El, because f**k the fact people are dying. Its technically not just Lena who brought the Daxamites, but Kara and Mon El’s selfishness.(Rhea didnt even attack until Mon El refused to go back with her) Kara not willing to let go and Mon El not willing to give up a cushty life to actually go and help his people become better people) Lena had to suffer the cold shoulder for weeks!)

But lately. its Lena and her idea to give people super powers and work with the government, James is instantly against it because it doesn't fit in with his moral code even though he told Lena he was fine with what she was doing. Until it involved the government. So once again Lena is the bad guy.

No one has a problem using Lena when she is needed though, Like when she saved Supergirls ungrateful ass from Kryptonite poisoning. Or when she created harun el to save all the people of Argo city. Or when she pilated the ship and helped Kara and Mon El fight Reign. Or when she managed to get her and Mon El to safety on the daxamites ship. Or when she saved all the aliens from being poisoned. Or when she brought cat co. Or when she killed the man she loved to save Supergirl etc etc.

Lena, does not receive support unless she is fitting in with other peoples ideals. She has got to have their approval or she is deemed the bad guy or questionable. At this point its a wonder she hasnt gone mad and simply become a villain already. She wants to save the world her way, she does in fact save the world a good few times. But because she doesn't kiss Supergirls ass and look for approval she is seen as the one in the wrong. Oh and Kara, as much as i do love her, can be the most self involved person on the show! Poor Lena proves herself over and over again, but she is never given full approval or trust. The poor girl can not win no matter what she does. Id like to say that Kara’s attitude has gotten better, she has been the one to support Lena defend her, but ONLY if it doesnt effect her directly. This latest season she has barely said two words to her, so only time will tell.

#lena luthor #kara danvers #anti james olsen #anti guardiancorp #supercorp #anti kara #anti mon el #(but only for a second)

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The Daughter of a Righteous Man- Chapter 23

*SEQUEL TO THE LOOK IN HER EYES*

After her husband is drug to Hell, Ava Winchester and her brother in law Sam try their best to do right by Dean and raise her daughter, only to find that good intentions aren’t always enough. Loving someone isnt always enough.

Chapter Twenty-Three, My Heart Beats for You

Ava

Present

"Dean," I whispered, holding his hand. They'd put him in a medically induced coma. He was beaten so badly this week that he had swelling on his brain, but they assured me he would be awake soon. Castiel had wooshed into the cabin and told Sam and I what happened. I wasn't happy, to say the least. I'd been at the hospital for the last eleven hours. He was supposed to be waking up within the next hour. They'd need to wean him off the medication, and then he should wake up. Should.

"Hey," Sam said, poking his head into the room. "Look who came to visit."

He walked in holding Nel against his chest. I couldn't help it, I started to sob. I stood up and took my baby in my arms. "Hey little one. Daddy is going to be okay." She reached up and touched my wet cheek with her pudgy little fingers, as if she was comforting me.

"He will," Sam promised, wiping my tears.

"We shouldn't have left." I sniffled, rocking Nel in my arms. She tugged on my hair, but I barely noticed.

"From what it sounded like, it wouldn't have made a difference. They took him."

"Fucking angels.." My eyes perked up as I saw the familiar beige trench coat in the corner of my eye. "Castiel," I growled.

"How is his condition?" The angel asked flatly.

"Can we talk outside?" I asked with my jaw tight.

He nodded quickly, and I looked to Sam, signaling him to stay by Deans side.

I pulled Castiel into the hallway and shut the door behind me.

"You need to heal him," I said insistently. "Now."

"It isn't that simple, Ava."

"Bullshit. He is hurt because of you. He didn't ask for this."

"I know. Dean’s fate is out of my control."

"Do I get an express trip to Hell if I bitch slap an angel?"

Castiel frowned. "Dean is a good man. This was not my choice. I did not want to involve him."

"Then why did you?"

"It wasn't my call."

I pursed my lips and looked at my daughter that was sucking on her hands. "Do you see her?" I asked, turning her out so he could see her face. "I am grateful to you, Castiel. You brought my husband back. Now our daughter gets to know her father. I will never be able to thank you enough for that, but don't you dare tell me you brought him back just to dangle him in front of me, and let him die now." I freely let my tears escape my cheeks.

"He is a wonderful man," I continued. "He deserves to know his daughter."

Castiel winced at my words. Maybe he was more human than I gave him credit for.

"Please help him," I begged.

His eyes flickered to mine. "It is not ethical for me to heal all of his injuries."

"But?"

"But I will take care of the serious ones. It was Uriel that allowed him to be injured. I will take responsibility for that oversight."

Cas started to walk into the room. I grabbed his coat sleeve. "Cas, listen to me. I know all about fate. I know about people expecting things from you," I said low, just to him. "So does Dean. You can think for yourself, you know. The moment you start doing what you want to do, that's when you can be a honorable man, and honor means a lot to my husband. There isn't much he won't do for those he considers family, for those who fight alongside us." I let go of his sleeve, but he still seemed frozen in place. "Just something to mull on."

I walked back into the room, following Cas. He walked to Dean, and slowly pressed his palm to Deans forehead.

"What is..." Sam began.

I reached for his hand, to silence him.

Castiel closed his eyes and a warm light came out of his palm. The monitors attached to Dean seemed to even out. The beeps beam more methodic and less strained. He removed his hand, and I let out a sob of relief as Deans eyes slowly fluttered open.

I let go of Sam's hand and hurried to his side.

"Ave?" He asked, sounding pretty drowsy.

"It's me," I said gently. Nel reached for him with her fat fist and he smiled, taking her small hand in his.

“There's my girls."

I heard Sam and Cas leave, but I didn't see them. I couldn't take my eyes off of Dean. He was okay. "You're such a drama queen," I said, blinking away tears. "Always have to be the center of attention.."

"You know me." He smiled easily. Guess his jaw was fixed, too. "Hey,” he murmured wiping a tear from my cheek. "Don't cry, sweetheart."

"I'm just happy you're okay. We both are."

He leaned forward and kissed Nels face, and then paused. "You're back."

"I'm back back.” I put my hand in his. "There's no one else for me, Dean. My heart beats for you," I said, accepting how lame it sounded.

"You just sayin that because I'm hurt?"

"Cas healed you," I said with a smile. "You're not that hurt."

He frowned and sat up slowly. "He did what?"

"He healed you. He said he couldn't heal you completely, because the angels would be angry... but yeah. He saved your life."

"At what cost?"

"Honor." I smiled a bit.

"Honor?"

"Need to get your ears checked?"

"Maybe." He smiled, and opened his arms. "Come 'ere."

I crawled into his arms, and Nel and I laid against his chest, between his legs.

"You sure you picked the right Winchester?"

"There was never any choice," I murmured against his chest. "From that first day in the bar we were supposed to be together. Look at our family, Dean." I gestured to the baby that had fallen asleep in our arms. "She is all the proof I need." I kissed his chest, over his heart. "The fact that you're here, is all the proof I need. Sam is my best friend. That's it. That's all it ever was. All it ever will be."

He smiled and leaned down to capture my lips in his. I smiled against his lips, feeling the warmth of his chapped lips against mine. He tasted like hospital, but when his tongue touched mine I felt a shock I run through me. We were alive, and we were together. Maybe the world would burn down around us, but when the three of us were curled together like this, I felt invincible. Nothing else mattered.

Ella

About 16 years later

"I have a surprise for you," Claire said, leaning against the doorway to my room.

"Oh?" I looked up from my book I was reading. I was laying on my stomach with my feet in the air.

"Yup,” she said walking to me. She crouched in front of me and held out a rose corsage.

"What the fuck, Claire?" I grabbed it from her and stumbled to sit up. "What is this?"

"It's a corsage." She blinked her beautiful blue eyes at me like duh.

"I know, but why?"

"Well, homecoming is coming up..."

I scooted to the end of the bed and took her hands in mine. "Claire Novak I told you I don't want to go to stupid homecoming. I don't need to wear a dress and be all vapid and take photos and dance. It's all so... pointless."

"Babe,” she said with a mischievous grin. "Do you think I don't know you at all?"

"Is that a trick question?" I asked, eyeing her.

"Yes." Claire grinned. "We aren't going to homecoming."

"Thank god. Then why did you get me the flower?"

"Because, I convinced the Three Stooges that although you don't want to go to homecoming, you'd like to have some kind of homecoming. I asked if they could make themselves scarce so we could have homecoming alone in the bunker. They're surprisingly romantic." She grinned.

I eyed her. "So what? We are going to spend the whole night in bed?"

"I thought we would actually ransack the bunker for clues about your mom." She wrapped her arms around my waist, leaning in to kiss my neck. "But if you'd rather stay in bed, I could get behind that plan."

"Claire!" I grinned, tackling her on the bed. I pinned her arms down. "This is the best thing I've ever heard. You're a genius."

"Yes I am." She grinned widely. "Now kiss me, Winchester."

"Yes, mam." I leaned in and pressed my lips to hers.

"Now the only bad news is, they're decorating," Claire said gently when we finally pulled away for some air. "So we may actually have to get dressed so they can take our pictures."

"I thought the perks of not having a mom would be not having to do all the embarrassing pictures."

"The three of them are so much worse than a mom," Claire said, squeezing my hand. "But they love you, so I'm not mad about it."

I rolled my eyes, but I couldn't help smiling. She was right. "What am I supposed to wear to a bunker homecoming dance?"

"This," Claire said, walking into the closet and pulling out a dress that she must've stashed earlier in the week. It was green and made of tulle. The back was low and the top was a deep v.

I raised my eyebrow. "Did you pick that out?"

"I can appreciate the finer things," Claire said, pretending to be offended. "You look beautiful in green."

I rolled my eyes and smiled. "What about you?"

"Don't worry about me."

"I swear, Claire Novak, if you show up wearing jeans and a T-shirt I am coming for you."

"Promise you'll come for me?" She grinned tossing the dress on the bed before wrapping her arms around me.

I rolled my eyes, but my smile was growing on my cheeks. "Later," I promised giving her a quick kiss. "Let's get ready so we can kick them out."

"Deal," Claire said, making her way to her bedroom. She had her own room, but she spent all of her time in mine. Dad was just happy she couldn't get me pregnant, so I don't think it really bothered him. From all the stories I hear about him, he shouldn't be the romantic he is. He should be a player, but I see him differently.

I sat in front of my vanity and plugged in my curling iron. I barley ever did my hair and makeup, it seemed pointless to waste time on something so shallow. People found Claire and I so odd. We were opposites. I was a nerd and she was a badass. She liked dark makeup and cool edgy braids. I barely did anything to my appearance. She had the classic biker, badass clothes and I wore sweaters and nerdy T-shirt's exclusively. We didn't make sense to the world, but we made sense to each other.

I wasn't going to go crazy with the makeup, but Claire was doing a really amazing thing for me. I wanted to look nice for her. I put on my foundation, which was starting to dry out from lack of use, and I thought about my Mom.

I wondered if she liked dances when she was young, or if she thought they were lame. I put the nude lipstick on and fluffed my eyelashes with mascara. I looked like a different person. I looked kind of pretty.

I twisted my hair in the iron, burning my fingers. "Fuck." I shook my hand.

"Hey sailor," Dad said, poking his head in.

"Hey Dad. Sorry for the F bomb."

"You are my kid." He shrugged.

"Thanks for letting us have the place. It's really cool."

"You deserve it. You work really hard."

I turned and looked at him, deciding to test the water. "Sometimes I wish mom was here for this stuff."

"Me too,” he said, his jaw tight. "She never wanted you to grow up without her. She grew up without her mom just like me, and it was really hard for her."

I met his eyes. He was in pain. "Can you curl the back?"

"Sure,” he said relieved of the subject change.

He always did my hair when I was little. He would braid it, and when I got older he learned the hot tools. He effortlessly fixed the part of my hair I couldn't reach. "I'm going to put a braid in,” he said, focusing. "I think it'll look nice."

I shrugged, and he braided my hair back. He showed me in the mirror and I grinned. "If hunting doesn't work out you should be a hair dresser."

He grunted, as he turned for the door. "Yeah, you're welcome."

"Dad," I said grabbing his hand.

"Huh? Yeah?" He turned to me.

"I don't mean to hurt you by bringing her up. You know that, right? I wish she was here, but it isn't because you aren't enough."

His eyes softened and he smiled. "I know, El." He leaned down and kissed my head. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do tonight."

"You got it." I winked at him.

I got into my dress and made my way out into the dinning room that was transformed. My three Dads really missed their calling. They should start a party planning business. They strung Christmas lights around to make the whole room sparkle, and there were clear and black balloons littering the ground. Music was playing over the speakers, and to my surprise it wasn't classic rock. I raised an eyebrow at Dad and he gestured to Sam.

My eyes finally landed on the most spectacular thing in the room. Claire. Her hair was down and rolling in flawless curls down her back. She had let out her braids and it made her whole expression a lot softer. Her lips were red as she smiled widely at me. Her dress was tight, short, and black. She was wearing heels. "Wow." We both gasped at the same time.

I walked to her and took her hands. "My girlfriend is hot." I grinned.

"So is mine." She squeezed my hands.

We leaned in and kissed and Cas applauded. "Young love is very nice."

We turned to him and busted up laughing.

"What?"

"Nothing," I said with a smile. "Nothing at all."

"Get together," Dad said, holding out his phone to take a photo.

We put our arms around each other and he took a few. "You look great." He smiled out of the corner of his mouth. "Novak, take care of my girl."

"Always, old man." She smiled.

He frowned, looking annoyed. "I am not old,” he grumbled.

"Alright," Sam said, picking up his duffle bag. "We are checking out a haunting in Iowa, so we should be back tomorrow. We will be in touch if it's longer."

I studied the men. A haunting. I wondered if they were lying. If they were really finding a solution for Micheal. I hoped they were.

"Sounds good," I said forcing a smile. I walked to Dad and wrapped my arms around his middle. "Be safe," I breathed.

When I was a kid it was so hard watching him go. I would cry and scream.

"Hey, kiddo. You're okay. Dad will be back."

"But the monsters..."

"Monsters are scared of Daddy. I am a monster hunter." He poked my nose. "Don't you worry, kiddo. I'll always come home to you."

"Always?"

"You got it."

"You got it." He smiled, kissing the top of my head.

We watched them go and with the click of the door I met Claire's eyes. "Operation Mom is a go."

Claire kicked off her heels. "Wanna see the best part of this dress?" She said, eyeing mine.

"Yeah."

She grabbed the waist and pulled out a string and with a tug the skirt came off, and I stood in a green satin romper. "This is awesome." I grinned. I felt the legs of the romper, but I figured it was just modest.

"I know my girl,” she said, placing a kiss on my lips. "Now lets do this shit."

Claire found the blueprints for the bunker in a desk in the corner. "Now, if I was Dean Winchester and I wanted to hide something...where would I do it?"

"Well, its not under his pillow or mattress. I already checked," I said, chewing on the inside of my cheek.

"What's this?" Claire asked pointing to a door at the end of a hallway. The hallway Dad's room was in. "Isn't this a dead end?"

My eyes flickered to hers. "Yeah, it is."

Claire grabbed her knife and we made our way to the hallway. I knocked on the wall, listening intently. There was an echo. "It's hollow."

Claire ran her fingers along the wall until she found the groove. She jimmied her knife into the edge and it swung open. "Secret passageway,” she mused. "Just when I thought this place couldn't get any cooler."

It lead to a set of stairs that we descended. It was dark, but as we passed by the lights flickered to life. It was just a set of boxes in a big empty room. I walked to them crouching, and sure enough, we found the fucking jackpot. "Claire look," I said, blowing dust off a framed photograph. It was of my parents on a beach. They were kissing. My dad looked so young it made my heart squeeze. "I think this is there wedding." I ran my fingers over the picture. Uncle Sam was in the background, and he was grinning widely and clapping. The photo seemed like it could be from another life. I guess it was.

"They look really happy Ella," Claire said gently. "I can't believe that Dean Winchester is on a beach." She squinted at the photo.

"Right?" I smiled, touching his cheek on the photo. "He loved her, didn't he?"

"I think he did," Claire said with a nod.

I sat down the photo, and dug back into the box. There were photos all throughout the box. Some of me as a baby, one from the hospital when I was born. I squinted, pulling them out one by one. Uncle Sam sat behind my mom, his arms around her. She held me in her arms. She looked like she was crying. Maybe Dad was behind her?

"What'd you find?" Claire asked, raising her eyebrows.

I handed her the photo. "Do you think Dad took this photo?"

She frowned and looked over the photo.

"It's weird right?" I questioned, looking over her shoulder.

"Yeah," Claire admitted. "It is kind of weird."

I reached into the box and pulled out a folded piece of paper. I unfolded it to find a letter written in what I had to assume was my moms handwriting.

Dear baby,

Your dad asked me to marry him today. He's an idiot. He made a choice for us without consulting me, but don't worry we aren't fighting about it. I know he did it for the greater good. He saved us, you and me. He traded his life for ours, and I will make sure throughout your life that it wasn't made in vain. We will make him proud.

I've talked about him a bit to you, but let me tell you in a little more detail, since you won't get to meet him.

He is strong. You can tell physically by looking at him, but it is so much more than bronze. I've seen him make hard choices, impossible ones. When he isn't looking at me it's like he's seeing into his past, but he doesn't let it break him.

He is funny. He has these annoying one liners. Sometimes they're a little hit or miss, but the thing is that your Dad is funny. Even when his jokes aren't, he gets this proud look on his face. He laughs at himself, and that's a skill everyone needs to survive in this world.

He loves his damn car. I promise that I will keep it around so when you learn to drive you can learn on that same 67 Chevy Impala, just like he would want. It was your Grandpas and then it was your Dads. He loves that car.

He has the biggest heart of anyone I've ever seen. I can see it when he looks at me. He would die for us, and for Uncle Sam. He puts himself on the line every day to protect the innocent. He is a hero.

So, maybe you're wondering why I didn't marry him. Why I said no. Why I said he's an idiot.

Well, he is.

He thinks a ring can erase what's to come. I wish I could protect you from the darkness, baby, but you are a Winchester. So I have a feeling darkness will always come for us. There is some coming already. By the time you read this that will be passed. You will be big, and strong just like your Dad.

A ring is just a circle. A wedding is just a party. It doesn't define anything. It doesn't put a price on how much I love him. It doesn't make any of this any easier. It won't bring him back to us.

I always want you to know, that even if we can't see him, your Dad is always with us. I carry him with me, in my heart, where I will also carry you. I want you to know that I love him. I always have, and I always will.

I ran my fingers over the smudge on the word define. "Claire," I whispered. "There's something going on." Why wouldn't I have met him? What the fuck is going on? I showed Claire the letter and she frowned. "He's been lying to me. She didn't think he was going to make it. What do you think she meant by trading his life for ours?"

"She said she wasn't going to marry him," Claire said slowly. "But we know she did." She reached into the box and pulled something out. She opened her fist to show me a ring in it. I took it out of her hand. A pair shaped diamond.

"She said he wasn't going to be here when I grew up, but he's here and she's not. She said she wasn't going to marry him... then she did. What changed?" I asked, rolling the ring in my hand. "I know it hurts him when I ask about her. I know he doesn't like it... But I can't do this shit anymore, Claire. I have to know what happened. Something changed after she wrote this. I have to know."

"You deserve to know," Claire said, putting a hand on my shoulder.

I met her eyes. "I'm so worried about him, Claire. What if this ruins our relationship? He obviously doesn't want to talk about it for a reason..."

"He loves you. There's nothing you can do to ruin your relationship," Claire said, looking a little annoyed. "You're his kid, Ella. It's not up to you to worry about his feelings. He shouldn't keep your mom from you. It's selfish. You have what you need, and when he comes back you need to talk to him. It's time that you get the answers you need."

Dean

About 16 years later

"El we're back!" I said, walking in the door. I rubbed my head, I could feel Michael pushing against my skull, begging to get out. I shook my head. "El?" I walked back to her room.

"Hey kid," I said, poking my head into the room. I stopped in my tracks. She sat crisscrossed in the middle of her bed. She was surrounded by papers and photography. She was wearing Ava's favorite sweatshirt.

I swallowed hard.

"Dad we need to talk,” she said looking up at me.

I knew her whole life that eventually she would ask about her mom. That I would have to tell her everything, I just kind of hoped I'd be on my death bed when it happened.

She held out a piece of paper, and I walked to her, taking the paper from her. It was the letter from the night that I asked her to marry me. The night she agreed to be my wife. I blinked away a tear that threatened to escape me.

"Dad what is this? I deserve to know. I can't take anymore lies from you."

I looked at my daughter. She was the spitting image of Ava. I couldn't help but smile. "Okay," I sighed. "Truth?"

"Truth."

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Boxed bird

//So Kit's been writing the most beautiful wing whump over on @thewhumpbuffet , and I'm such a slut for that shit, so here I am hopping on her bandwagon like a asshole. I was gonna pretend that I'm not whumping Sam, but like. Let's be real, my other ocs are all too sweet to ever be whumped. Right? :)

Tw: blurring awake and asleep, claustrophobia, exhaustion, trauma, nightmares, abuse, physical and mental abuse implied/mentioned. Let me know if I missed any <3

Sam was so fucking tired.

She hadnt gone flying in weeks, so her wings were aching and a bone-deep restlessness had settled after the third day. But here she was, sitting in a too-small car, driving through a dark and empty desert instead of flying, because Hailey and Jackie were worried about her safety or whatever.

Apparently their last big fight with Emily had led to Jackie being revealed, and Hailey had been attacked at their apartment out of uniform, so Sam getting revealed was only a waiting game at this point.

She understood their concerns, truly, she did, but the stars twinkled so brightly from either side of the car, and the crescent moon smiled so warmly at her, begging her to join in a dance.

"Just one, Sam. A few minutes, that's all I ask," she seemed to say, and Sam glanced down at the GPS.

She was supposed to be at the rendezvous point by midnight, and her current ETA was 11:32.

Fuck it.

She pulled over to the side of the highway, making sure to pull fully off of the shoulder and lock the car before she looked around to make sure no other cars were coming. Why would they be?

She was in Bumfuck, Nebraska, the most forgotten state in the middle of nowhere, impossibly far from any tourist destinations or hotels or gas stations or literally anything other than snakes and dirt.

Satisfied with her mental vent/roast, she unfurled her wings slowly, letting the bones adjust to the movement again, her joints creaking and aching, the way her knees did after sitting cross-legged for too long.

Once they had reached their full 13-foot span, Sam beat them once and ended up several feet in the air. They held fine, not hurting even with the sudden weight, so she continued upwards, not looking down as she started forward, catching a small breeze and soaring towards the moon, her grin matching the pale goddess'.

The ground was a dark blur far beneath Sam's body; the sky was a warm blanket that simultaneously cooled the feverish skin beneath her feathers. In short: she felt safe and comfortable and rested, for the first time in close to a month.

Distantly, she saw lights along the ground, bright blue-tinted lights that didnt register until long after they turned off.

Sam didnt remember seeing the red of taillights, so she assumed the blue lights had been stars she had seen while disoriented. That thought scared her a little, leading her to bow out of her moon dance, the moonlight seeming to brighten enough to illuminate her way back to the car in thanks.

She landed on the asphalt with a soft grunt, her knees still accustomed to being weightless and soft. She stretched out her joints, both in her regular body and wings, before turning to the car.

The handle gave way easily, and confusion flitted through her, before strong arms wrapped around her throat and her waist, the elbows of which were digging into the covets of her wings at angles that had her whimpering.

Sam clawed at the arms, yanking desperately at fingers and muscle, trying to fly and kick and elbow and duck her way out of the grip.

Her vision dimmed further with every failed attempt, her mouth wide open as she gasped for breath, but there was none to be had. Soon her vision fully blanked, her mind went silent, and her body went limp.

She came to on an uncomfortable cot, her eyes snapping open to find cement walls surrounding her. The cot was too small for her whole 5'4" body, and there was almost no space between the cot and the wall opposite. Sam's relatively small body couldnt fucking fit in the tiny gap, and she had similar luck at either end of the bed. She could technically stand by the door, but her head brushed against the ceiling.

She was struggling desperately to not panic, to keep calm and breathe, but she couldnt hide how high she jumped as the door clanged.

A small window opened near the top, revealing Emily's falsely bright smile. "Hey there Sammy! Sleep well?"

"Wh-" Sam broke off in a cough, quickly remembering she had been fucking choked out, so her throat was undoubtedly bruised and dry.

Emily waited patiently for her to recover, her smile slipping down to a sadistic smirk that remained after Sam looked back up with teary eyes.

"Where am i..?"

"Oh, silly me! You're back in New York, in my basement. You like your room? It was special made just for you," Emily smiled like she knew something she shouldnt, and Sam tried not to confirm that.

Still, she couldnt help but stand up and approach the door, not as intimidating when she was curled over, wingless, and teary. She rested her palms on the metal on either side of the window, leaning forward until her forehead was against the top of the opening.

"Emily, this isnt going to go the way you think it will.."

"Oh, I know full well you had a tracker on you, that was supposed to be in some location by midnight three days ago. It started beeping not long after-"

"Wait, three days? What? How-"

"Its rude to interrupt people, Sammy. Did your parents not teach you manners?" Emily was frowning, an exaggerated frown that still had Sam's heart freezing.

"Sorry, continue..?"

"Good girl! Where was I? Three days ago, started beeping, oh right! We removed it, disabled the bluetooth temporarily so you cant be tracked, and now we're working on reversing the signal so we can track Jackie and Hailey. But it would be so much easier if you just told us where they are."

"No." There was no hesitation after Sam gathered the information dump Emily gave her. She wasnt giving up her new family, her new parents. Not a chance in hell.

Emily's face fell into a disappointed scowl, before she shrugged. "We'll see how you feel in a few days. Sweet dreams~" the window shut in Sam's face, the girl recoiling so it didnt hit her nose.

She habitually stood back, her head hitting the roof as she straightened. She fell back onto the cot, her hand pressing against the spot that had been hit gently.

She had assumed Emily had been exaggerating about being in here a few days. She had hoped it had been, but the shadows had closed in forever ago, and she couldn't keep track of days. The room, if it could be called that, was cold and quiet and small, and she couldnt stop remembering her time in the basement. Her nightmares blended into her memories, until she coulsnt tell if she was awake and remembering Letty locking her in a cage similar to this, or she was asleep and dreaming of Kason kicking at the bars. There were sounds from outside the box, helping sell the disorienting illusions.

She knew she was curled up, the ground was so cold, she wanted to beg mom for a blanket, but she knew that speaking would mean another day in this fucking box, and her wings were aching again.

That same restlessness from before had come back tenfold, until Sam couldnt stop twitching, whether awake or asleep.

She was so fucking tired.

#//i wrote a thing on the car ride back home #//and it kept me from going crazy!#Sam #Emily #Jackieboy man #Hailey #Dragonfly #Letty #Kason #Sam writes #tw// trauma #tw// abuse #tw// claustrophobia #tw// exhaustion #tw// nightmares #whump #wing whump

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What Makes a Family

Chapter 4: Introductions- Part 2 Three hours later they were headed to Bobby’s. “Hey, Dad, can I give Brooke a french fry?” Sam asked, munching on his chicken nuggets. John looked at him in the rearview mirror as he turned down a street “Put a little bit on her lip. Make sure it’s cooled off before you do it.” He instructed. Sam nodded and grabbed a fry from the bag, breaking it in half. “Here you go, sissy” He smiled, putting a tiny piece on her bottom lip. As soon as Brooke got it in her mouth she cooed happily, giving Sam a toothless grin. “I think she likes it, Dad.” Dean chuckled, looking down at her. John smiled slightly, glad that his boys took so well to their little sister. Another three hours later they were pulling into Bobby’s driveway “Alright, boys, get your stuff out along with the formula and the diapers.” John instructed. The boys nodded “Yes, sir” they said in unison, grabbing the bags and getting out of the Impala once he parked behind Bobby’s truck. There was a two-year-old Rottweiler puppy chained up in the yard “Hiya, Rumsfeld!” Sam exclaimed, kneeling down to the yipping puppy while Dean made his way to the porch. The eight-year-old desperately wanted a dog but John always told him no because of his line of work; which Sam didn’t get. What was so dangerous about being a traveling salesman? Bobby opened the door with a four-year-old girl on his hip “Finally, you’we hewe!” She exclaimed, throwing her hands up in celebration. Bobby chuckled as John made his way up the stairs “Shouldn’t you be in bed, Vanessa?” He asked, ruffling her hair as he walked into the house with Dean. “She heard about y’all coming so I let her stay up,” Bobby explained, setting Vanessa down. “Who that?” The three-year-old asked, pointing to the bassinet in John’s hand. “This would be Sam and Dean’s little sister, Brooke,” He said, setting down on the coffee table. “I hold Wooke?” She asked, toddling over to the couch. John nodded “Yeah. Dean, show Vanessa how while I talk to Bobby.” He instructed, turning to look out the front door “Samuel, leave the dog alone and get inside” He said sternly. “Yes, sir” Sam said, putting Rumsfeld down and walking inside with the diaper bag. John headed into the kitchen with Bobby, shutting the big double doors “Alright, so what are we looking at?” He asked After going over the witness reports and the evidence they concluded it was one or two vampires. Nothing they couldn’t handle by themselves. “Alright let’s go.” Bobby said, putting the last stake into his duffle. “Hey, before we go I need to show you something.” John said, pulling the letter from his jacket pocket and handing it to Bobby. His friend took it from him and started reading it’s contents. “John, you have got to tell the boys” Bobby said, looking at him. “Why?” He asked, taking the letter back and putting in his pocket. “Because they deserve to know. This isn’t something you need to keep from ‘em.” Bobby reasoned. “Sam doesn’t even know about what we do, Bobby. This is a secret that stays between us.” John said, grabbing the bag off of the table. “And what if they find out?” Bobby asked, crossing his arms. “They won’t. The only way they’d find out is if we went to Hawaii, which will never happen. Now let’s get going.” John said, opening the double doors and walking out. Bobby shook his head and sighed before walking out behind him. “Alright, Nessa, I gotta go with Uncle John so come give your pops a hug.” He said, kneeling down to her height. Dean gently took Brooke from her so she could get off the couch. Once she got down she ran straight into Bobby’s arms, putting her little arms around his neck. “Love you, Daddy” She grinned, kissing his cheek. Bobby smiled, rubbing her back gently “Love you, too, kiddo.” He said, kissing her head. Vanessa looked so much like her mom, Karen, except her hair was a little bit of a darker blonde. The girl’s mother had died when she was one so she didn’t remember her very well aside from the pictures Bobby had shown her. Bobby stood back up as Vanessa toddled her way to the couch “Dean, do you mind putting her to bed?” He asked, nodding to Vanessa. “Course he doesn’t, Bobby. Behave you two” John butted in, pointing to the boys before walking out the front door. Bobby shook his head at John and turned back to Dean “Thanks in advance, kiddo. If you kids get hungry there’s some leftovers in the in the fridge. I’ll see y’all later.” He said, walking out the door and to the Impala. Once he was in the car John backed out of the driveway and drove off. Dean picked Vanessa up off the couch “C’mon, squirt, let’s get you to bed.” He said, heading to the stairs. “Wookie come too?” Vanessa asked as they headed up to her room. “I gotta feed her first but when she’s done I’ll bring her up” He promised, opening her bedroom door. “Otay.” She grinned as Dean laid her on her blue race car bed “Can I have a stowy?” Dean smiled, tucking her in “Sure. What do you wanna hear?” He asked, sitting on the side of the bed. John parked behind some trees that were in the back of a run-down cabin where they tracked down the two vampires. “You know the plan, right?” He asked, cutting off the engine and looking at Bobby. His friend nodded “Yup I make a distraction and you go in from the back door.” He said, getting out and shutting the door quietly. John got out and went to the trunk, grabbing two machetes once he opened it. Bobby took one from him and put it to the back of his belt. “Ready to roll?” He asked as John shut the trunk quietly. The latter nodded “Yeah, let’s go.” Bobby headed toward the front of the cabin and knocked on the door while John made his way toward the back door noiselessly. After Bobby knocked the door opened to reveal a young woman around her early twenties with medium blonde hair and brown eyes “Can I help you?” She asked. Bobby smiled politely at her “Sorry to bother you, ma’am, but my car ran outta gas and I was wondering if you could give me a ride to the nearest gas station.” Before John could get close enough to put his hand on the doorknob the door flung open and a man charged him, shoving him into the tree. The impact caused the tree to shake and prompted him to drop his machete. “Thought you could get the drop on us, did ya, John?” He grinned as his fangs dropped from his gums. John couldn’t help but wonder how they knew they were coming since it couldn’t have been the men’s scent. They had dusted themselves with a scent-blocking mixture before they left. The vampire started leaning over toward the side of John’s neck, not budging no matter how much John fought him. All of the sudden the vampire’s head was chopped off and his body fell. The man leaned down to catch his breath, putting his hands on his knees. “Are you alright?” A woman’s voice with a slight Spanish accent asked, putting her hand on John’s shoulder. He nodded, looking up to see a middle aged woman of Spanish descent. “Yeah. Yeah, I think so. Thanks.” The woman smiled “No problem. Let’s go see if they need any back up” She said, nodding to the cabin. They both headed to the front after John grabbed his weapon. Once they got there they saw Bobby and Martin Creaser, another one of John’s friends, talking. Martin turned to look at them “I see you’ve met Estella” He smiled. “Yup. She killed the one that had me pinned to the tree. I think he was the leader” John nodded. “He is by the looks of it. Seems like it was the beginning of a nest.” Bobby said, moving away from the door to reveal four decapitated including the blonde woman. “How in the hell did they know we were coming?” John asked, looking inside. “Well, that fella over there is the store owner I spoke with yesterday” Bobby said, pointing to a dead vamp in the corner. “My guess is that this was supposed to be a trap.” John shook his head “It’s a good thing we had surprise backup. Alright, let’s light this thing up. Estella, do you mind taking care of the one by the tree?” He asked, looking at her. Estella nodded “On it.” She said, grabbing a can of gas and heading off to the back of the while the others salted the bodies and put gas on the house. Once she was by the body she looked to see if any of the men could see her. Thankful she wasn’t being watched the woman poured some salt and gasoline on her hands, rubbing them together. Estella then put her hands out to the body, watching the flame flow from them as the body burned along with the cabin. Happy with her work the woman pulled her hands away and put them together, cleaning them of the mixture she made. Estella grabbed the can and headed back to where the men stood “All done.” She said, setting the can down with the others. “Great. Hey how about we all go back to my house and I’ll fix up somethin’ for us?” Bobby asked. They all agreed and headed back to their own cars, following John’s Impala as they drove. Soon they were pulling up in Bobby’s driveway. Bobby unlocked and opened the door “We’re home, kiddos!” He called out, shutting the door after everyone walked in. “We’ll be right down!” Came Dean’s voice upstairs. “Alright we’re making burgers and fries” Bobby replied, putting his keys on the rack “Do y’all mind making them while John and I grill?” He asked. Martin and Estella nodded “Of course not. You’re feeding us the least we could do is help.” The woman smiled. Bobby smiled back “C’mon, I’ll show y’all where the potatoes are.” He said, walking off with them to the kitchen. John waited for the kids to come down. Sam came down first, holding Vanessa’s free hand since they both held bowls of macaroni, then came Dean holding Brooke while Rumsfeld happily followed behind them. “Sam take your sister and Vanessa to the kitchen to see if Uncle Bobby needs any help.” John said. The boy nodded, letting go of Vanessa’s hand and taking Brooke gently “Yes sir” He said, heading to the kitchen with Vanessa in tow. John looked at Dean “I want to speak with you outside.” He said, opening the door. Dean walked out with John behind, feeling a little nervous. The man shut the door and turned to his son “Why weren’t you keeping watch?” He asked, crossing his arms. Dean looked up at him “I wanted to keep Sam and Vanessa entertained, da-sir.” John shook his head “You know the rules, son. It doesn’t matter if you saw us from the window. I’ve told you about shifters, haven’t I? Do you want to get your siblings and Vanessa killed? Do you want that on your head?” He was in his face much like a drill sergeant would be. Tears threatened to fall from the twelve year olds candy apple green eyes but he didn’t let them fall “No, sir. I’m sorry” He said, his lip quivering. That killed John. He hated being tough with them like this but they had to learn. “Do ten laps around the perimeter then come inside. You can have your burger when you’re done since you already ate with Sam and Vanessa.” John said, turning him around pushing him lightly to get him going. Dean started running as fast as he could. Truth was he didn’t eat with Sam and Vanessa. There was only enough for two bowls so he gave it to them. Dean pushed himself, ignoring the hunger pangs and hoping John would be proud. About a twenty minutes later Dean was sitting on the porch taking a quick break. He jumped up when he heard the door open. “It’s alright it’s just me” a woman’s voice said. Turning around Dean saw Estella holding his plate of food and a root beer. “Sit back down and I’ll hand you your burger and soda.” She said, handing them to him once he did. “Thank you, ma’am” Dean smiled, taking a big bite out of his burger. “No problem and don’t call me ma’am, call me Estella” The woman said, smiling back at him. Dean nodded, munching happily on his burger “Okay Miss Estella.” She chuckled “Mind if I sit with you?” Dean shook his head “Of course not” He said, sitting down on the porch steps with her and looked at her “Miss Estella did you grow up in Hunting, too?” He asked, opening his can of soda. Estella looked at him and nodded “Yup. I grew up in a family of Hunters in Spain.” Dean took a swig “Was it hard?” The woman nodded “For awhile until we immigrated to Seligman, Arizona when I was your age but I think it’s different for everyone.” “How was it different for you?” The boy asked, munching on some fries. “My father had a cabin built.” She explained and told him about how her father had more cabins built for other Hunters to rent and now she runs the whole thing. “Really? That’s cool” He said, finishing his food and drink. “Hand me your stuff and wait a few minutes to come in” She advised, standing up. Dean stood up and handed his stuff over “But I didn’t finish my punishment” He pointed out.

Estella waved her hand “What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him” She smiled, winking at him and walking inside. Dean concluded that Estella was just about the coolest person he had ever met besides Bobby. But what he didn’t was that John sent her out there when he found out he hadn’t eaten anything. When he walked into the house he was greeted by Bobby “Thank you for watching Vanessa for me, Dean. I appreciate it.” The man smiled, holding out his hand for the boy to shake. Dean smiled, taking his hand and shaking it “No problem, Uncle Bobby.”

The boy looked down at his hand when they pulled away and saw a crisp twenty dollar bill. “Thanks, Uncle Bobby” Dean said, grinning up at him and putting it in his jeans pocket. The former smiled, nodding “Don’t mention it, kiddo.” He said, patting him on the shoulder. The man always did this kinda thing whenever they were over. But a lot of the time the money ended up going to food and other essentials so the boys didn’t get a chance to spend it on what they wanted.

Sam ran into the room “De, Dad said get packed so we can get going.” He informed his older brother. Bobby turned to look at the middle Winchester “Before y’all do that I wanna get some pictures of y’all.” He said, grabbing a camera off his desk and heading to the living room. Both boys followed the older hunter. “Why aren’t you boys getting packed?” John asked as he held Brooke. “Because I want some pictures” Bobby replied “Sam, you take Brooke and sit next to your Dad. Dean, put Vanessa in your lap and sit on the other side” He instructed. “Make sure I get copies” John requested as the boys sat on either side of him. Bobby nodded, taking a picture once John out his arms around his boys.

After he got the pictures he wanted the boys went to get their stuff. Estella walked over to John as he put Brooke in her bassinet “Stop by if you’re ever in Arizona and need a place to stay.” She smiled, handing him a business card. John took it from her and looked it over.

On it was the name of Abaroa Cabins, est. 1960, 916 Clarksburg Park Road. Abaroa is Spanish for ‘refuge’ and is also Estella’s last name. The man looked at her and smiled, putting the card in his jacket pocket “Thank you, Estella” He said as the boys came back from packing up. Estella smiled back “No problem.” She said, looking over at Sam and Dean “You boys need any help?” Sam nodded “Yes ma’am, do you mind carrying the formula out?”

Once they got everything in the Impala the boys told Bobby, Estella and Vanessa bye. “I come with?” Vanessa asked, toddling up to the car. John looked down at her “Fraid not, kiddo.” He said, ruffling her hair “We’ll come back though, okay?” Vanessa nodded, smiling “Otay, Unca John” She said, toddling back to Bobby. John chuckled, getting into the Impala and starting the engine. The boys waved at them as John back out of the driveway. By the time they reached a motel it was dark and the boys were exhausted. John looked at them “You two stay here while I go get a room.” He said, opening the door. The boys nodded “Yes, sir” they said in unison.

John shut the door and headed to the lobby “Sammy, will you feed Brooke?” Dean asked. Sam nodded “Sure, but I’m not burping her” He replied, opening the cooler and grabbing a full bottle. Dean chuckled “Deal” He said, picking his little sister up from the bassinet. Their dad came back just as Brooke was handed to Sam “I’ll feed her just grab your stuff and follow me.” He said, taking the bottle and Brooke from him gently. Grabbing their stuff the boys followed John up to the second floor. He opened the door “Go ahead and get ready for bed, you two.” He said, shutting and locking the door. “Need help with Brooke, Dad?” Dean asked as he headed into the kitchenette. John shook his head, putting the bottle on the stove top “No I got this. Get to bed. Night, kiddo” He said, heating the bottle up.

Dean nodded “Night, Dad” He replied, heading over to one of the beds. Both boys dropped off to sleep as soon as their heads hit the pillow. “Out like a light” John chuckled quietly, setting Brooke in the bassinet and getting the bottle with some tongs. Once it was cool enough to handle he tested it on his skin “Perfect. Ready to eat, babygirl?” He whispered, picking his daughter back up gently and heading over to the little loveseat. John chuckled as Brooke suckled on the bottle happily, guzzling it down “Was that good, sweetheart?” He asked, putting the bottle on the table once she was done. He put her to his chest and patted her back gently “Good job, angel. That was a big burp.” He praised, putting her back in the crook of his arm. Brooke cooed, squirming around a little. “Not tired yet? Even with your full belly?” He smiled, poking her tummy gently and making her giggle.

“How about if I sing to ya? Would that help?” He asked, booping her nose gently. “Alright here goes nothin’, darlin’.” He said, clearing his throat a little and starting to sing Songbird by Fleetwood Mac. In all honestly he was pretty good. His bass baritone voice was soothing to the ear.

“For you, there'll be no more crying. For you, the sun will be shining. And I feel that when I'm with you, It's alright, I know it's right. To you, I'll give the world. To you, I'll never be cold. 'Cause I feel that when I'm with you, It's alright, I know it's right. And the songbirds are singing, like they know the score. And I love you, I love you, I love you, like never before. And I wish you all the love in the world. But most of all, I wish it from myself. And the songbirds keep singing, like they know the score And I love you, I love you, I love you Like never before, like never before, like never before.”

Brooke was fast asleep by the time he finished singing. John smiled, kissing her little forehead “Night, darlin’.” He whispered, going to get so he could put her in the bassinet. Brooke stirred, opening her eyes slightly. “Looks like I’m sleeping here.” John said quietly, leaning back “But you’re definitely worth it” He smiled, shutting his eyes and holding Brooke close to his chest.

#Supernatural #Brooke Winchester #Sam Winchester #Dean Winchester #Bobby Singer #John Winchester #Winchester sister

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Para || A Glimpse ||

Who: Charice, Trey Watkins

Where: Charice’s House, Manhattan

When: Saturday Evening

What: We get an update on Charice’s life through a glimpse of her Saturday night

Charice was always working, always taking care of the kids, always taking care of her friends but tonight she had no one to take care of but herself. The kids were spending the weekend with Dylan and she had finished up a few meetings and emails early last night so she cracked open a bottle of wine, picked up her phone and made a call. Dating was never going to be her forte. She was never going to be great at it. She was a full time working divorced mother of 5 kids and she was just 28. She didnt have time for a man. At least that’s what she told herself when Trey Watkins walked into her life. He was a 6’2 tall drink of something model who she met during fashion week. She took one look at him and knew he was trouble. And after giving in to some shameless flirting and a kiss or two in Paris, she figured she would never see him again. And then he sent flowers to her office. And when she didnt respond, he sent more flowers until she had no choice than to tell him that she was a busy woman. She had fun with him but she had kids and a job and an ex husband. She didnt have time for a boy toy. He’d made it clear right off the bat that he wasnt a boy toy and he wasnt looking for some play thing either. He wanted pure, unadulterated love. Something that Charice had forgotten that she also wanted. So she gave him a chance. They went on a date and that date turned into a second date, which turned into a 7th date which eventually turned into them dating for 6 months. He was different than she was used to. He was kind and gentle and so funny she nearly peed whenever he made her laugh. And he respected that she put her kids and family before anything else. She was nervous to introduce her kids to a man when all they had known was Dylan. That was who they had seen her love and be with but with Trey it was different. She was nervous about how the girls would react. Especially Mariayah who still had a mean streak. So she was waiting for the right time to tell them that she was dating and falling for a man that wasnt Dylan. She would wait until a weekend when they were out of town and Trey would come over and spend the days with her, either in bed, on the floor, or wherever they landed after they got handsy. She thought things would slow down after dating for so long but nothing was slowing down, not yet anyways. And even better, her friends liked him. Santana wouldnt stop talking about how hot he was and Brittany would turn red whenever Charice would share the scandelous things they would do together. Even Chris was drooling whenever she brought him around. So everything was perfect. Except now, it wasnt. Because as much as she tried to forget that two people she loved the most had shut her out, she just couldnt. Trey came over and in an hour they were stripped, out of breath and sweating on her living room floor. Charice licked her lips and laughed, her eyes closed. “Am I a bad mom? My kids play on this floor.” “We’ll clean it up,” Trey smirked, sitting up and leaning against the couch. He gently caressed her bare leg and kissed the top of her knee. “You want some wine?” “Water,” she asked with a nod and watched him get up, not a stitch of clothes on him. She smiled in content, his muscular back glowing from the lights of the fireplace they were laying in front of. He looked just as good coming back as he did walking away, his confidence oozing off of him as he sat back down and handed her a bottle of water. He started to rub her feet, a small groan coming out of her mouth. “God, you treat me so right.” “Damn right,” he teased. “So wait, what was it you were texting me about yesterday. Your cousin was back in town?” Another groan. “Please,” she sucked her teeth. “I dont even know where to begin.” He nodded. “Well you told me about her dating your brother in law, which I’m pretty sure is incest.” “Shut up.” “And you told me that he was cheating on his fiancee with her and she disappeared but that was it.” Charice nodded, taking a sip of her water. “That’s pretty much it. Except she came back. She was in Vegas or something with her ex-girlfriend and has been there for a year. I’ve been trying to talk to her, to reach out to her, anything. Cedes was like my damn sister. I loved her more than anything and she just dropped me like I was a bad habit… and then she had the nerve to come back and reach out to me for forgivenss. You believe that shit?” “Yeah… I do.” “What?” “Charice, you said her leaving was heartbreaking right?” Charice nodded. “So why wouldnt her being back be the opposite of that? Why wouldnt it be something that makes you happy? She left, yeah. And it was a bad bet but wasnt it you that told me you were over all the drama?” Charice say up, removing her feet out of his hands and cocked her head to the side. “This isnt drama Trey. They cut us all off because they’re fucking selfish. Look you dont know Sam and Cedes like I do. Their shit is nuclear and it sucks everyone in even if their lives are fine. And then we try and fix it and get our lives fucked up too. I’m over it. And I’m over them leaving and coming back and acting like shit’s clear now. Half of me is okay that she left. Like them being together is all kinds of bad news. They’re just the worst for each other.” Trey nodded, not meaning to upset her. He licked his lips and pulled her back over to him. “Come here, looking all mean and small. I’m not trying to step on your toes or nothing, okay? I get it. Family is hard and they’re assholes sometimes but what do we have without family.” “More money, less headaches, less drama,” Charice listed, giggling as he kissed her neck. “No dummy, you’re supposed to say nothing,” he teased. “We need them, even if they are a mess.” Charice shook her head. “It’s her fault I have all these crazy ass white people in my family now,” she said, trying to hide her smile. “You love ‘em…. Nah but speaking of family… ” “Oh no,” she said, knowing where this was going and grabbing her blanket to wrap it around her. “Charice.” “I know where you’re going and you know where I stand.” “No, I know where I stand. I know how I feel about you. I know that I sneak around like a high schooler just to see you because you think the kids arent ready but Charice I feel like I only have half of you. I told you when we first started that I’m not in this for games and some ass every once in a while… no matter how good the ass is… but I want all of you. Even the parts you try to hide.” He reached over and tucked a stray curl out of her face. “You dont mean that,” she shrugged. “Men always say they want all of it. All of this but in reality all of my bullshit is insane. It’s not just kids it’s so much more.” “And I want it.” “No you dont.” “Hey,” he said, placing his hands on her shoulders and forcing her to look at him. “I’m not him. I’m not your ex husband who’s gonna hurt you and lie to you and hide from you. Look, you’re not the only one in unfamiliar waters right now. I’m not used to this. I’m not used to falling for someone this fast but what I do know is that I want all of you. If you really think the kids arent ready then fine, I’ll back off but I need you to think about the fact that it might not be the kids that arent ready for someone new.” “What?” she frowned. “I’ve moved on with my life. I’m ready for someone new.” “Yeah in your life but maybe not in your kids life. Look the last thing i want is to step on any toes. Talk to your ex and see how you feel about introducing significant others to the kids. Then think about what that might look like. Really think about it because once I’m in there’s no going back for me.” Charice sighed, searching his brown eyes and kissed his lips. “You’re too fine to be this smart.” “Rude,” he shook his head. “I went to school for engineering okay? I just happened to get discovered making some extra cash on the side. It’s not my fault.” “Ya damn right,” she nodded. “It’s your parents fault. And God. God did this.” Trey smiled, his perfect white teeth and dimples making Charice swoon. “Stop looking at me like that woman.” “Like what?” “Like you wanna sit on my-” She cut him off with a kiss, smiling against his lips as he kissed her back. “Bedroom. Now.” She got up, dropping her blanket and practically ran to the back of the house. “Yes ma’am,” he muttered to himself, getting up and following after her.

#para: A glimpse #dyfam rp #ooc: have I used trevante yet #am I insane for not using him #because damn he is fine

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