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Desert Rose

Chapter 29 ~ Shit happens

✧ Pairing : Daryl Dixon x Rose

✧ Era : Season 3

✧ Word Count : 6.1k

In this chapter ~ The group seems to come to some sort of alliance with the prisoners they had found, making some kind of trade that was fair for all of them. But in the midst of helping them clear a new cellblock they would be staying in, a lot more death was heading their way than they had anticipated.

We carefully made our way through the darkness as quickly as possible, the metal table squeaking wildly from behind us as Rick and Glenn tried to keep up while pushing it. I took out my knife, stabbing a few lone walkers that still lingered in the way as we pushed on towards the cellblock, following Glenn's arrows on the wall.

But we all seemed to stop in unison, turning our heads as we heard something come from the other end of the hallway, Daryl turning his flashlight towards the noise. Not a second later we saw the few shadows of the inmates getting closer to us, following a good distance behind as we moved. I whispered harshly to them to keep moving while moving towards the back, pulling my bow out again and putting an arrow in place in case any of them got too close. But there was no way we could stop moving and deal with this now. Hershel's life continued to hang on the line.

We all finally made it to the common room and Rick quickly yelled at Carl to unlock the door to the cellblock. I followed close behind them to make sure they had everything handled as they shoved Hershel past the door and towards the cells. They hurriedly moved him onto a bed as carefully as they could, and Carol frantically got to work with whatever she had, using some type of cloth to try and slow the bleeding down.

Beth's eyes were wide as she stood just outside of the room he was in, tears glistening in her eyes upon seeing her father like this so suddenly. The second I turned around to face her, she rushed over and crashed into my arms, holding me close as she sobbed over my shoulder, unable to take her eyes off of him.

"Is he going to die?" she whispered upon looking at his pale skin and darkened eyes.

The thought alone killed me as I pulled back and took her face in my hands, shaking my head, "No... they're going to do everything they can to save him, he's going to be fine." I reassured her, pulling her back into me as she tearfully nodded.

Maggie stood just a foot away from us, staring at Hershel the same way Beth was, a million thoughts running through her mind as she remained frozen. I only reached out to her, placing a hand on her shoulder. She looked back at me and placed her hand on top of mine, smiling the smallest bit in appreciation that I was able to be there, not only to help save him, but to comfort them.

We all watched Carol work hard with the white pillowcases she was given, all of them turning a deep red after only being pressed onto his injury for a few moments. I could only pray that I was fast enough, hoping that my hesitation didn't cost the man his life.

I stood still with them for only a few minutes before informing them I was going check on Daryl who was still in the common room. In reality I knew that he was fine, I just wanted to make sure those assholes still weren't following us, knowing that the rest was unaware of the fact that we weren't alone in here. But I would also be lying to myself if I said I wasn't turning away because I couldn't handle looking at Hershel's almost lifeless body anymore. And seeing his girls witness that was hard enough as it was.

I swung the door open again with a loud creak, seeing him loading his crossbow once again before turning his head swiftly upon hearing the noise. His eyes softened the second he saw me, walking over and discarding his weapon along the way, pulling me into him. I didn't realize how much I needed the comfort until I had it, melting into his touch as I wrapped my arms tightly around his waist.

"Ya okay?" he whispered against the top of my head.

"Yeah," I breathed, "Are you okay? God... so much just happened-"

"M' alright." he assured before pulling away to look down at me, "And he's gonna be alright." he said as he nodded towards the cellblock.

I breathed in and out deeply before I nodded hesitantly in agreement, his hand tucking my hair out of the way to plant a soft kiss on my lips. But the truth was, I didn't know if I believed that. How could I when the future was always so unpredictable. I found myself only nodding along because of how badly I wanted it to be true, trying not to be negative about the situation no matter how bad it looked.

"Those pricks were followin us, it's only a matter of time before they get here." he stated once he pulled away.

I removed myself from his arms as I pulled out my weapon again, "I got your back." I told him with a small smile.

He smiled back at me, nodding before turning around and loading his crossbow as he picked it up from the table, the two of us now aiming towards the door for when they finally made their way inside. My heart was beating fast in my chest, not knowing exactly what to expect from the random inmates that somehow survived in here for so long.

It felt like a long and painful silence before we started to hear their quiet footsteps coming closer and closer until the prisoner with the long, greasy hair made his presence known first. He peaked his head out from the darkness, staring at us momentarily, before glancing around at the rest of the common room, his friends only following close behind in a small huddle.

"That's far enough." I snapped.

The man with the long hair smiled at me as he pointed his finger towards the door behind me, "CellBlock C. Cell four, that's mine gringa. Let me in." he demanded.

Daryl's stance only tensed, "Today's your lucky day fellas, you've been pardoned by the state of Georgia. Yer free to go." he spoke lowly.

"What you got going on in there?" the tallest one asked.

"None of your fucking business." I spat.

"Don't be telling me what's my damn business!" the leader stepped closer while pulling out his gun again, causing my fingers to almost slip from my arrow while Daryl stepped slightly in front of me.

"Chill man, dude's leg is messed up. Besides we're free now, why are we still here?" the bigger one asked.

"Man's got a point." Daryl spoke with anger lacing his voice.

The tall one scoffed, "Yeah, and I gotta check on my old lady." he said.

The leader glanced back, looking towards the rest of them like they were stupid, "A group of civilians breaking into a prison you got no business being in...got me thinking there ain't no place for us to go."

"Why don't you go find out?" Daryl asked.

Mustache only stumbled a little over his words, seeing as Daryl and I weren't budging, "Maybe we'll just be going now." he said.

"Hey we ain't leavin!" the leader snapped.

"You ain't coming in either." T-Dog spoke suddenly, coming out of the cellblock with his gun raised towards the men the moment he saw the encounter going down.

"Hey this is my house, my rules. I'll go where I damn well please." the leader yelled.

"There ain't nothin left for ya here, why don't ya go back to yer own sandbox?" Daryl snapped.

The strangers began to yell in obvious protest, not liking that we were trying to tell them what to do, and all the noise quickly caught Rick's attention as he flew back into the room. "Hey! Hey, everyone relax, there's no need for this."

"How many of you are there?" the leader asked, eyeing everyone suspiciously, wanting to know the exact number he would have to deal with.

"Too many for you to handle." Rick replied coldly.

His gazed scanned around to all of our faces, "You guys rob a bank or something? Why don't you take him to a hospital?" he asked.

His comment only made us freeze, slightly glancing at each other in confusion. With them being locked up in here for however long, there was no way in hell they had a clue as to what was going on just behind the thick walls.

I slightly lowered my bow as I glanced at them in slight concern, "How long have you been locked in that room?" I dreadfully asked.

He shifted uncomfortably, "...Going on like ten months." the leader informed.

"Riot broke out, never seen anything like it." the big guy chimed in.

Mustache then said, "Attica on speed man."

The littlest then spoke up for the first time, "You heard about dudes going cannibal, dying and coming back to life? Crazy." he muttered to himself, not knowing how real it truly became.

"One guard looked out for us, locked us up in the cafeteria and told us to sit tight. He threw me this piece and said he would be right back." the leader informed us.

"And that was 292 days ago." the tall one said.

"94 according to my calculations-"

"Shut up!" the leader snapped.

The tall one spoke up again, "We've been thinking that the army or the national guard should be showing up any day now."

"There is no army," Rick said bluntly, "There's no government, no hospitals, no police...it's all gone."

"For real?" mustache asked.

"Serious." he replied.

They started to grow worried about their loved ones, their past that they desperately wanted to get back and started asking us if we had any phones to contact them. We tried our best to explain that there was nothing like that left anymore and there was no way they could contact their families. Subtly breaking the news to them that they might be long gone by now. They just didn't seem to believe it, especially the leader, so we took them outside to show them all of the dead bodies we had yet to burn, and the dead world we've come to know.

The big one walked up to one of the walkers and started to poke it with a stick, cringing a little at the sounds it made, "So what is this, some type of disease?" he asked me.

"Yeah, and we're all infected with it." I replied.

"What do you mean infected? Like aids or something?" mustache asked.

I turned to him with furrowed brows, "No...if I were to shoot an arrow in your chest, you'd come back as one of these things." I gestured to a walker right in front of me.

"It's gonna happen to all of us." Daryl added.

The leader scoffed, "Ain't no way these Robin Hood cats are responsible for killing all these freaks," he paused before looking back at Rick, "Where the hell did you even come from?"

"Atlanta." Rick answered.

"Where you headed?" he asked.

Rick shrugged, "For now, nowhere."

He stood there for a moment before pointing down to the field with a nod of his head, "I guess you can take that area down there near the water. Should be comfortable."

"We're planning to use that field for crops." Rick said.

"We'll help you move your gear out." he argued.

"That won't be necessary, we took out these walkers. This prison is ours." Rick said sternly.

The leader only laughed halfheartedly at Rick's protests, "Slow down cowboy." he advised.

I pressed my lips together tightly and ducked my head down to stop the snort of a laugh that threatened to escape in such a serious situation. It shouldn't have been funny, but it was. And the look on Rick's face was absolutely priceless. My eyes moved over to my right, only to find Daryl deeply clearing his throat, seeming to find it just as funny as I did. Glad I wasn't the only one.

"You snatched the locks off our doors." the little one then piped in.

Rick then chuckled, "We'll give you new locks if that's how you want it."

"This is our prison, we were here first." the leader said.

"Locked in a broom closet?" I suddenly asked, growing serious again at their stubbornness, "Last time I checked, we're the ones who let you out. I'd say the place is ours since we worked so hard to clear it, meanwhile all you assholes did to get in was commit a crime and get caught. And could we please not play the whole "my dick is bigger than yours" game because right now it's clear to me who's winning." I sarcastically smiled.

With his manhood being threatened, he quickly pulled out his gun again and aimed it right at my head, everyone else obviously tensing up. But I didn't even flinch upon seeing his sudden movements because in the back of my mind, I knew he wouldn't do it. With everyone else standing around me, he knew in the back of his mind he would surely be dead within seconds if he actually pulled the trigger. He just wanted to prove himself somehow, assert dominance like all men seemed to do.

Daryl however didn't take the action as lightly as I did, stepping in front of me on instinct while fixing the man with a glare, "Ya best aim that thing somewhere else."

The leader turned all of his attention to Daryl, keeping his aim on me as I watched a slow smirk start to appear on his face, "She your girl?"

Daryl didn't say a thing, not wanting to give the man any power over him, but his silence was a good enough answer. The man's smirk only grew, "So that's a yes...damn and I was hoping to have a little fun with her. Well... maybe I still will." he subtly threatened.

A chill ran up my spine at his tone, causing Rick and T-Dog to pull out their guns instantly while Daryl started to walk up closer to him with his crossbow still raised. My hand inched closer to one of my knives as I took the handle in my hands, pulling it out of place before a sudden voice distracted me.

"Woah, woah, nothing like that is gonna happen. And maybe let's try to make this work out so everybody wins." mustache spoke up.

"I don't see that happening." the leader said.

"Neither do I." Rick snapped, his finger inching closer to the trigger

He was silent for a moment as he looked around to all of us, "I ain't goin back in that cafeteria for one more minute." he said with a stomp of his foot like a child.

"There are other cellblocks." mustache suggested.

Daryl took another step towards him, "You could leave. Try yer luck out on the road while ya can, before I shoot a bolt through yer damn skull." he spoke lowly.

There was an awful silence that followed after that, the men weighing out their options as they tried to ignore Daryl's obvious threat. I could sense immediately that the leader was working out a plan in his head as his eyes panned back over to me, trying to find an opening where they could somehow stay.

But then he scoffed as he finally spoke up, "If these three pussies and their bitch can do all this, the least we can do is take out another cellblock." he suggested. "Atlanta here will spot us some real weapons so we can do this. Won't you boss?"

Rick's jaw tensed as he tilted his head at the man, "How stocked is that cafeteria?"

"There's only a little left." he informed.

"We'll take half." Rick said without any hesitation, "In exchange we'll help you clear out a cellblock. You pay, we'll play. We'll clear out a block for you and you keep to it."

"Alright." he agreed with a smug smile on his face, slowly lowering his weapon upon hearing the deal.

"But let's be clear," Rick continued, "If we see you out here anywhere near our people...if I so much as see you glance at her ever again," he pointed at me, "I will kill you."

He was silent for a moment, taking it all in before finally saying, "Deal."

After we came to a somewhat civil agreement, we started to make our way back into the prison to get our share of the food, trailing back towards the cafeteria. As we walked there Daryl walked close to me and tugged on my sleeve, silently asking if I was okay, to which I only gave him a small smile as I nodded my head. I knew he was still pissed about what that guy disgustingly implied, hell so was I, but we needed to be careful about how we handled this. We couldn't just go on a rampage without it getting messy. But believe me when I say, I was tempted.

We finally made it back to the room, heading through the door to look inside the pantry and my mouth fell open slightly at how much food they had left. Piles of it just stacked up as if they had hardly touched it since the outbreak. Daryl pushed past a few of them, beginning to look at our options as he spoke out loud to the inmates.

"This is what ya call a little food?" he asked.

"Goes fast." the leader responded.

"Mhm." Daryl mumbled sarcastically, starting to pile up our share to bring back to everyone else.

The leader continued, "You can have a bag of corn, some tuna fish-"

"We said half," Rick interrupted, "That was the deal, wasn't it?"

I stayed back and eyed the interaction, watching the rest of them gather around the food to help Daryl out while I continued to linger near the door. My eyes glanced over every inch of the room they had been trapped in, noticing the small doodles on the walls and some tally marks to keep track of the days. But my attention was brought to another closed door with a big X carved into the center, piquing my curiosity.

"What's in there?" I found myself asking.

This caught Rick's attention and he didn't wait for them to respond as he walked over to pull it open, ignoring the protests of the prisoners. As soon as he opened it, he started to cough and gag slightly, covering his mouth as he slammed the door shut again, turning a little green. I stepped back upon seeing that, not wanting to know anymore, though I could only assume.

"I can't wait for my own pot to piss in." mustache stated quietly to himself.

After the guys gathered up everything as quick as they could, we carried all the food back to our cellblock and Rick went in to check on everyone else; to check on Hershel. But I didn't dare follow him, not being able to handle looking at the man, seeing him in such a state. I felt utterly terrible about what happened, and I didn't know if I could stomach seeing him unconscious like that anymore.

But Rick was quick about the trip in to see the others, keeping his half of the deal as he came back out to the common room with a few weapons in his arms. He laid them all out on a table, spreading out each and every one so the inmates could take their pick for when we led them in to clear their new home.

With spending a few extra awkward minutes with them, we all knew them by name now. The leader with the gun's name is Tomas, the one with the mustache is Axel, the tallest one is Oscar, smallest is Andrew, and the biggest one is called Big Tiny. Ironic.

Tomas held up a crowbar, examined it closely while asking, "Why do I need this," he then pulled his gun out, "When I have this?"

Daryl huffed, already growing impatient, "Ya don't fire guns, not unless your back's up against a wall. Noise attracts em, really riles em up."

"We'll be in the front and behind you guys to cover you, show you how to do it first before you do it yourself." Rick said.

"Just don't try and run off, you could be mistaken for a walker and get an axe in the head." T-Dog informed them bluntly.

"And that's where ya aim. These things only go down with a headshot." Daryl added.

Tomas scoffed, "You ain't gotta tell us how to take down a man."

"These aren't men, they're something else." I corrected, "But it doesn't really surprise me you don't need any tips on how to kill a man. I know I never did."

The inmates all looked towards me, noticing Tomas really studying my expression as he tried to tell if I was really telling the truth, his eyes slightly changing once he figured it out. Although I didn't say my statement for no reason; I didn't want this Tomas guy to think he was intimidating us in the slightest. I didn't want him to think that the little comments and disguised threats had any effect on me or the rest of us, no matter how hot shit he seemed to think he was.

Though my disguised threat definitely caught his attention.

"Just remember to go for the brain." Rick reminded, before nodding for them to move, leading the way into the dark tunnels.

It was completely silent as we made our way through the thinner halls, and I could feel the fear radiating off of them. The anticipation killing them at how long it would be until we came across a walker, dreading the moment they would have to strike. I lingered in the back with T-Dog while Rick and Daryl were in the front with their flashlights once again, listening for any noise ahead of them.

The prisoners had their weapons raised and I could hear Axel trying to control his breathing from right in front of me. His hands shook slightly in fear, and possibly from withdrawal with how violent the shakes had become. He could barely hold his metal pipe straight out in front of him. But they all immediately stood perfectly upright at the familiar sound of snarls making their way towards us from the other end of the tunnel.

"It's coming!" Axel yelled in fear.

We all shushed him at the same exact time, his frantic voice causing two lone walkers to easily come around the corner as they clearly heard the noise. For a start it was pretty easy practice. The prisoners started to slowly walk up towards the front, Daryl holding out his hand and counting down, signaling when to strike. But before he could even get to three, the prisoners all started to yell and beat the shit out of the two corpses, ganging up on them easily.

They took their weapons and hit them everywhere but the brain, the chest, the legs, completely ignoring what we told them not even five minutes ago. The rest of us stood in a line slightly behind them as we watched the scene with annoyed expressions. I looked at the men in front of me, and then slowly panned to the ones standing right beside me, their eyes squinted and their mouths slightly parted in awe of how stupid they were.

Though Rick eventually got sick of their bullshit and stepped up to kill the two walkers effortlessly. But before anyone could say anything, more of them were coming at us only seconds after hearing all the commotion.

"It's gotta be the brain," Daryl reminded while shooting one, "Not the stomach, not the heart-"

"We hear you, the brain." Axel said.

"You sure you're not deaf?" I asked unironically while taking another out with an arrow.

Oscar stepped forward and smashed his weapon into the side of its head, spinning around and looking at us in approval, "Like that?" he asked.

"Mhm." Daryl hummed.

More and more then started to come at us when hearing the action, flooding from around the corner as the prisoners were now killing them correctly, getting the hang of it pretty fast. We all stood facing the walkers, killing any that got too close to us while watching each other's backs and it was working pretty well. But my attention was diverted away from the others, sensing movement from right behind me.

At first I thought it was a walker, but as I turned my head to actually catch a glimpse, I saw Big Tiny slowly backing away from the scene. I understood if it was too much for him to handle right now because it is a big pill to swallow, so I let him walk away, but not too far.

I turned back around to kill one more walker that was just about to reach me, before I heard the man suddenly scream out from behind me. I looked over my shoulder once more and saw he had two walkers on him at once, somehow they had snuck up behind him and were grabbing at his shoulders. My feet rushed forward to help him, but bullets quickly whipping by my head and caused me to flinch, the walkers falling dead seconds later with a thud.

Without even having to look I already knew which dumbass fired a gun, but he was close to killing me. I still spun around on instinct, storming up to the man and shoving his shoulders back harshly.

"We told you not to shoot!" I yelled at him.

"Yeah...but his back was against the wall." he shrugged with a smug smile.

I gave him a cold glare while stepping closer to him, pointing my finger in his face, "Your shitty aim was inches away from killing me instead prick."

"Well-" he started to say, but was then shoved out of my line of sight.

In a flash, Daryl took out his knife and held it up to the man's throat, pinning him up against the wall. The man struggled and tried to fight back, but couldn't move from the position he was in, causing all the remaining prisoners to step forward threateningly on instinct.

"Ya stay the hell away from her, you hear me?" Daryl snapped in Tomas's face, ignoring everyone else behind him as he glared daggers at the man.

"Daryl," Rick called to get his attention, "Not here."

He then broke eye contact with Tomas, looking over his shoulder slowly at all the prisoners with their weapons aimed at him, scoffing quietly to himself as he slowly loosened his grip and pulled the knife away. But right as the man smiled cockily, turning to walk away, he shoved him once so his back hit the wall harshly as he had his attention again.

"You ever try that shit again, I'll fuckin kill ya." he said lowly before finally backing up and letting him go.

My eyebrows raised as I watched the entire thing closely. Hot.

Tomas let out a breath of air and started to rub his throat where the knife was moments ago as he moved away from him. The prisoners slowly backed off while lowering their own weapons, eyeing Daryl with a glare, but what the hell did they expect? His dumbass could've fucking shot me.

Daryl then didn't waste another second as he quickly made his way over to me, gently putting his hands on my shoulders, "Ya okay?" he asked in a much softer tone.

I nodded, "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine." I assured.

He smiled small, and squeezed my shoulders but then a voice caught our attention, "Guys." Rick said, as he looked at Big Tiny with concern in his eyes.

We looked to see that he had a huge gash from the walker that had attacked him, right on his back. The claw marks were red and irritated, bleeding slightly as he tried to turn his head to get a better look at what Rick was nodding to. A part of me felt bad for the man, because I knew he didn't want to fight these things in the first place, and now he was suddenly losing his life because of it.

"I'm telling you, I don't feel anything it's just a scratch." Big Tiny insisted.

"I'm sorry man." Rick apologized sincerely.

"I can keep fighting!" he argued.

Andrew then came up, eyeing the scratches before clicking his tongue, "You cut that old guy's leg off to save his life, how's this any different?"

"Look at where the bite is." Rick pointed.

"Guys I'm fine!" Big Tiny said again, "Look I'm fine, I'm not turning into one of those things."

"Couldn't we just lock him up?" Oscar asked.

"Quarantine him?" Axel suggested.

Rick was growing annoyed, "I'm sorry, but there's nothing we can do."

"You son of a bitch." Andrew cursed angrily.

"I'm alright-" Big Tiny started to say, but was cut off when Tomas suddenly brought his weapon down harshly on the man's head. He paused for a moment, watching him fall fully to the ground before hitting him over and over again, Big Tiny's blood splattering all over his face.

Daryl subconsciously pushed me slightly behind him as we watched this psychopath beat his friend to death. I couldn't help but let my mouth hang open a little in shock at the sight. He did this like it was nothing to him, hitting him only one more time before slowly looking back up to the rest of us. His darkened eyes were utterly bone chilling. Just barely reminding me of Shane towards the end of his life.

None of us said a thing as he wordlessly headed towards the cellblock, and the rest of us had no choice but to follow him. But I waited until Tomas was a little bit further away before talking to Rick and Daryl, slowing our pace from behind him.

"Did you see the look on his face?" I asked them.

They both nodded as Rick started to say, "He makes on move-"

"Just give us a signal." Daryl finished.

We all nodded in agreement as we walked the rest of the way in silence. The next room we came across was an old laundry room, with clothes scattered around our feet, seeing the next door we needed to go through to reach the cellblock. But we all stopped short once we heard snarls and moans just on the other side and knew that we would have to take the many walkers out so we could continue moving forward. Daryl took out his keys from his pocket, tossing it towards the ground by Tomas's feet gesturing him towards the obvious.

"I ain't opening that." he stated.

"Yes, you are. You want this cellblock? Open the damn door." I spoke.

He stared at me, wanting to say something but Rick interrupted him, "Just one of them, because we need to control this."

He sighed and slowly bent down to pick up the keys and made his way over to the door, "You bitches ready?" he asked.

But he didn't wait for us to respond, he barely even waited for us to breathe before he swung open both of the doors at the same time, Rick's face turning red in anger.

"I said one door!" he yelled.

"Shit happens!" the man yelled back before stabbing the closest walker in the head.

None of us had time to argue before walkers were coming through both doors like a goddamn flood. But we still somehow managed with the amount of people we had, fighting them off before they could pile up. Tomas made his way over to stand in between Rick and I as he shoved a walker back, stabbing it in the head after it jumped back towards him, and I slightly faulted as I watched him. Although I couldn't move away from him because of the walker's extended hands coming towards us, I still couldn't shake the feeling I had as he only inched closer.

Though I remained focused on the dead ones coming at us, I saw out of the corner of my eye that Tomas swung his weapon harshly to the left, killing a walker, but just barely missing Rick's head by an inch. Rick luckily ducked out of the way before it hit him, but I didn't fail to notice. My gaze was torn away from the sight for only a moment, killing the next walker making its way towards me, but that's when I felt a sudden weight being practically thrown at my side.

My back hit the ground with a loud crack, as a walker crawled on top of me with its teeth snapping at my face. It didn't take a genius to figure out who threw it towards me, and anger quickly bubbled in my chest when I looked up and saw a brief glimpse of his face behind the monster's head. I groaned as I attempted to shove the thing off of me, reaching for one of my knives with one hand while my other arm kept its face away from my neck.

"T, mind the gap!" Daryl suddenly yelled as he ran over to me, instantly stabbing the walker in the back of its head.

He reached out his hand as soon as I pushed the dead weight off of me, helping me up quickly as the noise behind us died down. When we were face to face, his eyes scanned me over for any injuries and he opened his mouth to speak, but I didn't give him the chance. My eyes scanned around the room quickly before they landed on the long haired man, rushing up to him in an instant and shoved him back into a wall.

"What the hell was that?!" I screamed at him.

"It was coming at me." he said defensively, a ghost of a smirk crossing his lips.

I was fuming and I reached for my gun behind my back, but Rick quickly placed a hand on my arm, stopping me and lightly pushing me aside.

"Yeah, yeah, we get it." Rick said in an oddly calm tone, "Shit happens." he repeated.

There was a long and uncomfortable silence after the all too familiar words before Rick took his machete and stabbed him right in the head, leaving the rest of us in shock. Andrew's eyes were wide as he watched Tomas fall limp to the ground, suddenly yelling with his raised bat in an attempt to hit Rick. But I quickly kicked him back harshly in the stomach, watching him tumble down towards the cement floor. Though he recovered quickly and got up, taking off out the doors with Rick right on his tail as he followed him.

"Get on yer damn knees." Daryl demanded, aiming his crossbow at the inmates that remained.

I followed his lead right along with T-Dog, watching them hesitantly lower themselves to the ground, a mix of shock and sadness crossing over their features. Their hands were raised in the air in surrender, Axel beginning to panic that he would die too right along with the rest of them.

"We don't have any affiliation to what just happened. Tell them Oscar." he pleaded.

"Stop talking man." was all Oscar said as he kept his head low.

It had been only minutes before Rick came storming back into the room furious, starting to aim his gun at Oscar's head while yelling at them that they knew what was going to happen the entire time; that they planned this.

"Sir please! Please listen to me, it was them that was bad it wasn't us." Axel said with so much emotion in his voice.

"Oh, that's convenient." Rick snarled.

"You saw what he did to Tiny, he was my friend. Please, we ain't like that. I like my pharmaceuticals but I'm no killer. We ain't the violent kind, they were. Please, I want to live!" Axel pleaded.

I felt my face soften when I was listening to the man, lowering my bow the tiniest bit. This man was close to sobbing, begging for his life, I couldn't kill him because I knew that what he was saying was true. I saw the look in Tomas's eye, we all did, Axel and Oscar were different. They looked like they just wanted a chance.

Rick moved over to Oscar and asked, "What about you?"

The man shook his head, "I ain't never pleaded for my life. And I ain't about to start now, so you do what you gotta do." he said.

Rick didn't falter, in fact I think I saw him grip his gun tighter, not seeing the same thing I was as he was so obviously blinded by rage. I hesitantly put my weapon away, walking up to him slowly to place a hand on his shoulder, bringing him out of whatever rampage he wanted to go on.

"Rick." I spoke quietly.

He looked at me from over his shoulder, and I gave him a certain look with a tilt of my head that he could read like a book. He stood there for a moment, weighing out his options, before slowly lowering his gun and placing it back on his hip. He only muttered something about following him to the cellblock, before he beelined it out of the room, almost embarrassed at the anger he felt.

I felt myself relax, nodding towards the door for the men to get up and follow as we all walked silently the rest of the way towards where they would stay.

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shattered

eighteen: wounded

chapter summary: After Steve is saved from the Demobats, Kate patches up his wounds

chapter warnings: language, canon-typical violence, canon-typical injury, canon-typical weapons, slight angst

word count: 3.4k

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STEVE THOUGHT HE was going to die.

That was until one of the creatures on top of him had been slammed a few yards away by something, flying away from him and into the flashing red sky.

He looked up to find Eddie, Robin, Nancy, and Kate holding an oar defensively. "Hey there."

Without another word, Kate slammed the other creature on his stomach away with the oar, and Robin held the other creature in place with her foot. "Quick! Hold it down, Robin!"

"I got it!"

Kate tried slamming it hard enough into the ground where it would let go of Steve's neck as he continued to try pulling it off of him, but there was no use.

"Get it!"

"Kill it! Kill it!"

"I'm trying!" Kate shouted, still slamming it into the ground.

Eddie and Nancy picked up the other oars whenever more creatures bayed, looking up above them as the bat-like creatures started to fly down to them.

"Shit!"

"Kate!" Robin shouted, still trying to hold the creature in place as it squirmed underneath her feet. She even started hitting it with the grocery bag flashlight she'd picked up on the way down "Come on, please!"

"Hopper, behind you! Watch out!"

Kate screamed out as one of the creatures latch onto her back.

"Kate!"

"Rob, get it off me!" she shouted as Robin helped her pull it off her back.

"I've got it, I've got it, I've got it!" Eddie shouted to Nancy, sending a creature flying away as he broke the oar. "Shit!"

"Let go!" Robin shouted.

"Go... to... hell!" Nancy shouted as she beat a creature down to the ground with her oar.

Steve pulled the bat with its tail around his neck close enough to him; he took a bite out of it, causing the bat to let go of his neck. He twisted around to try to stand back up, and Robin came around with another creature she held by the tail, slamming it into the ground. "Kate!"

"Die, asshole!" Kate shouted once she'd grabbed her oar again, stabbing it in the face.

"Come on, you son of a bitch! I said come on! Let's go!" Eddie stabbed a creature through the mouth.

Steve got to his feet again, slamming the creature into the ground head first. He slammed it back down again as it bled, finally pulling it apart with his feet across its spine. Once it was dead, he threw the other part of the creature behind him, spitting the chunk of its body out of his mouth and panting.

"Steve!" Kate shouted, running toward him. Once she'd gotten closer to him, investigating his body more, she took a shaky breath. "Oh my God."

"Jesus H. Christ!" Eddie shouted, slamming his oar into the ground.

"Are you okay?" Kate asked, looking at his back, though she already knew the answer to that.

He was riddled with scab wounds all over his back and his arms, his skin almost appearing to have been rubbed raw. She turned him around where she could look at his chest and stomach where he had multiple bite wounds from where the creatures had feasted on his skin, not to mention the thick red line that now appeared to be wrapped around his neck.

"Well, they took about a pound of flesh," he said weakly as Kate panted, investigating him more. "But other than that, yeah, never better."

Robin stood up to look at them both, still holding the flashlight in her hands. "Uh, do you guys think these bats have, like, rabies?"

"What?" Steve asked.

"It's just that rabies is, like, my number one greatest fear, and I think we should probably get you to a doctor like really soon because once the symptoms set in, it's too late. You're already, like, dead."

Kate gave her a horrified expression while Steve gave her an annoyed one. That was not what either of them wanted to hear right now.

Before any of them could reply, however, more of the creatures chittered in the distance, moving to guard the gate in the ground.

"All right. There's not that many," Steve said, protectively standing in front of the group. "We can take 'em. Right?"

As a swarm chittered from up above, even more creatures coming in their direction, they all looked above in horror. "You were saying?"

Kate turned around, looking into the woods behind them. The trees would at least give them an opportunity to hide from them. "The woods. Come on."

As she ran ahead, she took Steve's hand, the rest of the group following behind them.

"Great. More running," Robin said, trying her best to follow behind them.

When Steve, Kate, Eddie, Nancy, and Robin had found Skull Rock, they made a unanimous decision to hide underneath it for a while, hoping the swarm would stop looking for them.

Kate hadn't let go of Steve's hand yet. She didn't think she would be able to for the time being, not until those things were gone. Her heart still raced, and she felt like she was moments away from either an episode or a panic attack. Part of her thought that's all that this was, that she would wake up in the boat in just a minute and Steve would be sitting next to her, completely clothed and unharmed. Deep down, though, she knew that this was real, because when had she ever been so lucky?

When the swarm seemed to finally lose them, Robin stood up shakily, leading the line from under the rock. "Oh... Okay. That was close."

"Yeah," Eddie said shakily. "Too close."

When Steve stood up, he immediately felt dizzy. He let go of Kate's hand as he fell into the other side of the rock to catch his fall and support himself. "Oh, sh–shit..."

"Steve?" Kate called, immediately running over to him. "Jesus Christ, you okay?"

"I'm fine," he said, almost breathing the words as his voice cracked. "I'm fine."

"No, no, no. No, you're not," Kate said, starting to panic. "Stop... Stop doing that."

"Please, just—"

"No! I just... I–I can't lose you, too, okay?"

His heart broke. "Kathy—"

"You're losing blood. Like... Like, a–a lot of it, so can you please sit down so I can see it? Please?" As he started to move, she held him by his shoulder and his waist, trying to keep him steady as he slammed to the ground, grunting in pain as he stood on his knees.

Nancy and Robin moved behind her as Kate looked down at her body, realizing she had nothing on her to wrap his wounds with. All she was currently wearing was a tank top and jeans, which wasn't anything she could rip off of without looking even more ridiculous. Her eyes swelled with tears out of frustration. "Goddammit, does anyone have—?" Seemingly understanding what she meant, Nancy started to rip the bottom of her shirt as Steve groaned in pain. "Th–Thanks, Nance."

"Okay," Robin said, sitting next to Kate as she waited on Nancy's shirt fragment, "so the good news, uh... here, is I'm pretty sure wooziness is not a common symptom of rabies. But, um... if you start having hallucinations or muscle spasms or you start feeling really aggressive, like you wanna punch me or something, you should totally let me know, okay?"

"Robin," Steve said almost inaudibly.

"Yeah?"

"I kinda wanna punch you."

Robin laughed shakily. "Sense of humor's still intact. That's a good sign."

"Yeah," Steve said reluctantly, his voice breathy. He felt like his whole body was on fire. He felt weak, the pain starting to outweigh the adrenaline that had been pumping through his body. Even if the creatures weren't biting at his skin anymore, he still thought he was going to die with all the blood he'd lost.

He couldn't think of a time he'd ever been so hurt in his life. He'd been hurt before, sure, and Kate had patched him up about a hundred times, but it had never been like this. Steve didn't like to think about the fact that whenever Kate had been attacked by the Demodogs, she had lost even more blood, had had even worse injuries—he didn't want to think about how much pain she must've been in if he felt like this right now.

Nancy finally handed Kate the piece of her shirt, and she and Robin both stood back up, standing off to the side as Steve sat back up, groaning in pain in the process.

"Okay," Kate said shakily. She looked back up to him, holding the strip of fabric taut in her hands. "You ready?"

"Yeah," Steve said strained, holding his hands over his head. "Just do it."

A wet squelch came from his wounds as she wrapped the fabric around him tightly, and he stifled a groan.

"Sorry," she said, her voice brittle.

"It's okay." He ran his hands through his hair, trying to distract himself from the pain. Whenever she pulled it tight, almost ready to tie it off, he grunted again.

"Is that too tight?" she asked worriedly, looking back up to him.

"No, that's good," he said, groaning as he moved back against the wall.

"Okay." Kate wrapped it another time around his waist as he grunted again. "I'll, um... I–I'll fix the rest of them whenever we get out of here, okay? We'll fix it."

"Okay." Whenever she didn't say anything else, he looked back at her as she tied the fabric around his waist. "Is this how you felt?"

"What?"

"Whenever you got so hurt."

"Oh," she said shakily. "I, uh... I–I don't know. That's different."

He chuckled, almost sounding like a grunt in pain. "Yeah, you were way more hurt than I am right now."

She shook her head slightly—the laugh hadn't eased her anxiety. "I can't lose you, Steve."

"Hey," he said, trying to get her to look at him. "Hey, I'm not going anywhere, okay? I promise."

She nodded once, her voice almost cracking. "Okay."

Steve looked back at her as she tied off his makeshift bandage, and she finally seemed to notice his gaze. She looked back up to him whenever she'd tied it off, and at first, neither of them spoke. Even now, Steve couldn't help but look at her like she was the only thing in the world. "Thanks."

"Yeah," Kate said awkwardly, shrugging slightly. "I'm gonna help you up, okay?"

Steve nodded, letting her pull his arm over her shoulders and easing him up off of his knees. Once he'd gotten to his feet again, he leaned against the rock, trying to support himself.

Eddie climbed one of the smaller rocks in the area, watching a flash of lightning. "So, uh... this place is like Hawkins, but with monsters and nasty shit?"

"Pretty much," Nancy said. Eddie nodded, moving to step off of the rock when Nancy stopped him. "Wait, watch out for the vines. It's all a hive mind."

"It's all a what?" Eddie asked.

"All the creepy crawlies around here, dude," Steve said, touching the fabric around his waist with his fingers. "They're, like, one... or something. Step on a vine, you're stepping on a bat, you're stepping on... Vecna."

Eddie nodded uneasily as he carefully moved down the rock. "Shit."

"But everything from our world is still here, right? Except people, obviously?"

"As far as I understand it, yeah."

"That's what my dad told me," Kate added, checking her surroundings. "He and Joyce, they... they pulled Will out of here. They said everything was the same."

"So, theoretically, we could go to the police station and steal guns and grenades and whatever we need to blow up those bat things that are guarding the gate," Robin said.

"Yeah, I highly doubt the Hawkins PD has grenades, Robin. But, I mean, guns, yea, sure."

"Just to clarify, they do not have grenades."

"Well, we don't have to go all the way downtown for guns. I have guns in my bedroom," Nancy said, somewhat confidently.

"You, Nancy Wheeler, have guns, plural, in your bedroom?" Eddie asked, almost not believing her.

"Full of surprises, isn't she?" Robin asked.

"The Russian Makarov and revolver I gave you?" Kate asked, one of her eyebrows quirked upward.

When Nancy nodded, Steve moved to stand next to Kate. "Yeah, you almost shot me with one of those."

"I've apologized multiple times for that incident."

"Doesn't change the fact that you pointed a gun at me, Kathy. Twice, actually."

"Yeah, well, you deserved it the first time. Sue me," she said, her lips quirking upward slightly.

For a moment, he only stared at her. She thought she was so funny. Before he could think of something witty to respond with, something was thrown at his chest, making him take a step back as he held it in his hands. Kate looked at the object in his hands with furrowed eyebrows, finding it was none other than Eddie's vest. When they both gave him confused looks, Eddie gave them both an annoyed expression. "For your modesty, dude."

Before they could contribute more to the conversation, an earthquake sent them both tumbling, as well as it did Eddie, Nancy, and Robin. While Robin and Eddie took hold of each other, grabbing Nancy in the process as they took cover on the ground, Steve wrapped his arm around Kate, keeping them upright as they both held onto the rock for stability. She held his arm with her hand, gripping it as tight as she possibly could. She had no intentions of letting go of him.

Whenever the shaking of the ground stopped, they heard the sound of the bats again, them chittering in the distance. None of them had moved from their positions, not daring to stop holding onto one another.

"So guns seem like a pretty good idea to me," Eddie said.

"Yeah, me too," Robin agreed.

Steve finally let go of Kate to put on the vest that he somehow hadn't dropped. "So what are we waiting for?"

Without another word, Steve clicked his flashlight back on, doing his best to avoid the vines. Kate helped Nancy, Eddie, and Robin up, each starting to follow him. When Robin had finally gotten to her feet, she held onto Kate's hand, making her stop before she walked ahead. "What?"

"So are we going to talk about all that?"

Kate shot daggers out of her eyes, seemingly understanding what she meant as she gave her a pointed expression and walked ahead.

As she followed closely behind, Robin pressed her lips together, nodding. "I'll take that as a no."

Kate, Robin, and Nancy had walked in front of Steve and Eddie.

"I think we're getting close," Nancy said as they wandered the woods. "We're almost out of here, don't worry."

Steve had still been moving a lot slower than he normally would have been. With every step he took, pain seemed to shoot up his body, not to mention the fact that he was still barefoot, and the ground was absolutely disgusting. He didn't want to tell the three girls in front of him to slow down, partially because he knew that Kate would most likely start freaking out again. As much as he appreciated the sentiment, he didn't want to do that to her again.

He hadn't realized that she was serious about what she'd said the night before. He hadn't thought that she would get so worried about him getting hurt like this, that she would care so much. Steve had heard her say it the night before: "I still care about you." He hadn't realized how serious she'd been until now.

As the three girls walked ahead, Steve called for the boy not too far ahead of him. "Eddie."

Of course, he went completely unheard.

"Eddie! Hey, man, uh..." He jobbed for a second just to catch up with him as Eddie slowed his pace. "Listen, I just, uh... I just want to say thanks." He paused when Eddie gave him a confused look. "For saving my ass back there."

"Shit, you saved your own ass, man," Eddie said. "I mean, that was a real Ozzy move you pulled back there."

Steve hesitated to ask. "Ozzy?"

"When you took a bite out of that bat." When Steve's confused expression didn't melt away, Eddie continued on. "Ozzy Osbourne? Black Sabbath?" He paused when Steve started to look even more concerned. "He bit a bat's head off onstage."

"I don't—"

"You know?"

"No."

"Doesn't matter. It's very metal, what you did. That's all I'm saying."

"Thanks," Steve responded, still somewhat concerned. Who was this Ozzy and why did he take a bite out of a bat?

"Henderson told me you were a badass. Insisted on the matter, in fact."

Steve turned to face him again, almost surprised. "Wait, Henderson said that?"

"Oh yeah. Shit, kid worships you, dude. Like, you have no idea. It's kinda annoying, to be honest."

Steve stifled a laugh. He couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"I don't even know why I care what that little shrimp thinks, but, uh... guess I got a little jealous, Steve. I guess I couldn't accept the fact that Steve Harrington was actually... a good dude. Rich parents, popular, chicks love him. Not a douche? No way, man. No way. That, like... flies in the face of all the laws in the universe and my own personal Munson doctrine." Eddie paused, moving closer to Steve's face. "Still super jealous as hell, by the way."

"Great," Steve said, laughing awkwardly.

"Which is why I would never have jumped in that lake to save your ass. Not under any, uh... normal circumstances." When a branch snapped, both Steve and Eddie turned in the direction of the noise, Steve shining his flashlight over in that direction to not find anything. "Nope. Outside of D&D, I am no hero. I see danger and I just turn heel and run. Or at least that's what I've learned about myself this week."

Steve gave him a soft slap on the chest. "Give yourself a break, man."

"See?" Eddie said, pointing to the three girls in front of them and stopping in his tracks. "The only reason I came in here was 'cause those ladies came in straight after you. Now, I was too ashamed to be the one who stayed behind. But Hopper right there, she didn't waste a second. Not one second. She just dove right in." Steve looked at Kate in front of him, but back to Eddie when he spoke again. "Now, I don't know what happened between you two, but if I were you, I would get her back. 'Cause that... was an unambiguous a sign of true love as these cynical eyes have ever seen."

He looked at Kate in front of him, not knowing how to feel. He wanted to know what she had been thinking diving in after him like that, why she wasn't using her head. For once, he wished she would've overthought something instead of acting on instinct, which was seemingly how she had based all of her decisions recently. Just looking at her made his heart pound—maybe she did still love him.

"About Kathy," Steve started. "I, uh... don't take this the wrong way, but you should probably stop calling her by her last name, okay? Like, if you don't want her to kill you in your sleep or something."

Eddie gave him a mildly concerned look. "What?"

"You know, Hopper, her last name?" he asked. "She doesn't, uh... It reminds her of her dad. Makes her feel shitty. Just... don't tell her I told you, okay? Both of us would be dead."

Before Eddie could reply, another earthquake erupted once again.

"Goddamn it!" Steve shouted, falling to the ground.

Eddie hunkered down next to him, an annoyed look on his face. "Here we go again!"

Robin, Nancy, and Kate had also dropped to the ground, staying off of the vines.

"Second on my list of least favorite things, earthquakes," Robin said, slightly horrified. "Seriously, I'm unsteady enough as it is!"

Without another word, Nancy ran ahead through the woods, seemingly ignoring the earthquake.

"Nancy!" Kate shouted, standing back up and leaning on a tree for support. "Where are you going!"

"Nancy!"

When the earthquake finally stopped, Steve and Eddie ran up to Robin and Kate. Eddie helped Robin off the ground, and Steve put his hands on Kate's shoulders. "You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, you okay?" she asked, scanning his body for any more possible injuries.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm good. Where's Nance?"

She took him by the hand, making him follow behind her. "Come on, this way."

Once they'd found Nancy stopped in her place, looking ahead, Kate, Robin, Steve, and Eddie stopped next to her, watching as red lightning flashed ahead of them. In the distance, they could see a house: the Wheeler residence.

"Come on," Nancy said, leading the way toward the house, and more importantly some type of weapons to defend themselves.

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My Heart I Surrender

Dean Winchester x Reader

Chapter 6

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“Y/N!” Dean called for you from the front door, you were still upstairs getting ready for the day. “Rosita is here for you. Come on in Rosita. She will be down in a minute.”

“Thanks.” Rosita entered the house and looked around as she entered, still fascinated with the size of the houses. Even you were sometimes still shocked at how big the houses are.

“Coming!” Your feet carried you quickly down the stairs and you came to a halt in the entryway when you saw Rosita and Dean waiting. “Hi Rosita, how can i help?”

“I was hoping you could show me around today. A proper tour, not just me walking aimlessly around. For the past few days it feels all we have done is just cautiously stay out of the way or hide in the homes.”

“Yeah of course, i would love to. Dean would you like to join us?”

“I was hoping to find Rick actually, and talk to him. Are you okay being apart? Its not too sudden after what happened?” His brows furrowed in concern as he looked at you.

“I think today would be a good test of my stability. You and i have been working through everything and lets see how i do for just a couple hours. We promise to find help if anything arises.” Dean nodded understandingly and you smiled at him before kissing him on the cheek. “See you soon.”

“Dont worry, i can help watch over her.” Rosita waved Dean off as you both headed outside. She was sweet enough but some part of you felt a twinge of jealousy with all these new women around. Especially because they were all so beautiful and you were tainted. You hoped Dean would never be that shallow, but you would understand if he did ever leave you.

Shaking the thoughts from your mind, you brought yourself back into the present by focusing on the task.

“Alright lets start with the homes and i can point out who lives where and then i can show you everything else. The pantry and the school would be some good places to see. Also the armory and then lets see the lake at the end.”

“Sounds great. Oh hey, no one else was around when i came over, but we should see if anyone wants to join.” Rosita flashed you an award winning smile and that twinge of jealousy hit again.

“Okay.” You tried not to sound upset because there was no reason to feel that way. Maybe changing the subject will help. “So Rosita, are you with anyone?”

“Yeah, I have been with Abraham for a while. We met on the road. Hes better than most of the guys i used to see. Just a bunch of assholes, but i always learned some kind of skill from them.” Once she confirmed a little relationship background, you felt better about her and could see in her eyes it was the truth. Maybe shes not too bad to be around.

“I met Dean on the road too, he saved me.” You smiled at the memory of it.

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Flashback

You ran and ran. The darkness took over and your flashlight was dead. Not even the moon was out to lighten the sky. The dead were all around you but you remembered a building nearby.

Stumbling through the dark, you breathed heavily and started to feel rainfall on your face. It started slow and quickly picked up to a downpour. At least your scent would be washed away. Your arms reached out to feel for any structure nearby. It felt like you were spinning in circles and would never find the building, let alone a door.

A walker rushed you from the side but you missed its greedy bite and sent it to the ground. You didnt bother trying to kill it if you couldn’t see where it landed. Every so often you’d hear their growls so close to you, it felt like the last sound you would hear. Ouch! Finally, a wall. It had to be the place but now finding a door inside was just as challenging.

Travelling along the walls wasn’t safe for you if the walkers knew where you were, it would be easy to trap you in this position. Your hands blindly felt for any sign of a door, a hinge or knob. Feet stumbled along the ground and tripped over hazard items scattered about. How long had it been? Hours? Minutes? Would you even live to see daylight?

Soon your hand ever so lightly brushed against a metal piece that your heart practically jumped in your throat. You had to backtrack a couple steps and feel again for it exactly but you knew it to be a hinge once you found it. Yes! Now to find the knob and hope no walkers had snuck inside since you last were here and cleared it out.

The knob turned in your hand but the door felt stuck and wouldn’t open for you. Crap! You’d have to beat on it until it opened. The walkers would surround you from the noise. Determined to try and get inside safely, you rammed on the door with your shoulder. It took all the strength you had left and the ground was slippery from the rainfall that started.

BAM!

The door slowly started moving but you heard the growls nearing.

BAM!

Crap! Just a little more!

BAM!

The door finally swung open and you fell inside. Quickly scrambling back to your feet, the dead were face to face with you and you fought to close the door. Anything to keep them away from you.

After pushing for what felt HOURS, the door finally clicked shut and you saw a deadbolt on it. You clicked it locked and shoved some furniture in front of the door. It seemed quiet inside the building for now but it was too dark to see anything. You could hear the rain outside and it was coming down hard still.

This gave you a moment to fish inside your backpack for a flashlight. Thankfully it still had some charge to the batteries. You shone the light around once you threw your backpack on again.

The building was like a warehouse. There were shelves everywhere, scattered with boxes or items. Even with you not seeing any danger, you looked for a smaller room like an office or even a closet to hide in. You’d feel safer in a smaller space.

You came across what looked to be an office, maybe a staff room. It had some food that would still be edible(somewhat) and you shoved what you could find into your bag.

“If this is a warehouse…. There should be a first aid kit somewhere…” you said quietly to yourself outloud.

Soon you noticed how cold you felt from being out in the rain and your eyes felt heavy from a hard day. Time to find somewhere to settle down for some rest. A maintenance room! It had some cleaning supplies on the shelves but also a place to hang up your wet clothes. The door thankfully locked with a deadbolt and the knob. You found what you could to make somewhat of a bed to sleep on and turned off your flashlight to finally close your eyes.

…The next day…

POUND POUND POUND

The sound woke you up from a deep sleep and your eyes barely focused on anything. Was that a knock? Definitely wasnt the normal banging from a dead thing.

You slowly gathered all your stuff up and put your clothes back on, even though they were still damp.

POUND POUND POUND

Do you say something? Do you open the door? You couldnt risk it being a horrible person, you couldnt trust people most of the time. Thats why you travelled alone.

Your curiosity got the best of you because you wanted to know why there was pounding on this door. You prepped for the worst by ensuring your gun was loaded, safety off, and ready to shoot. Pack slung on your back and you unlocked the deadbolt, but no one could use the knob yet because it was still locked. Then you quietly and quickly unlocked the knob and crouched back and aimed your gun up.

Feet shuffled about outside the door and then the knob rattled a little. Your breathing quickened and some deep breathes tried to calm it down but it was so loud in your ears.

The door burst open and a man held a gun towards you and you held yours up.

“Shit.” The man noticed you and the gun, then slowly lowered his weapon. “Hey, i wont shoot. Promise, im just going to slowly put it away okay?” He started to slowly put his gun in the back of his waistband and you slowly lowered yours. You never took your eyes off him though.

“Are you okay? My name is Dean.” His eyes never strayed from you and his voice spoke slowly and calmly. It was your first encounter with a man who didn’t immediately attack you.

You simply nodded at him and stood up to show some strength.

“How long have you been in here?”

“I think only a day. Just needed some rest. Rain was bad and the dead were everywhere.” Your hands gripped the straps of your bag and the man, Dean, was casually leaning on the doorframe. Yet, it wasnt in a way where it blocked you from leaving. He actually was partially outside the room and it made you feel comfortable.

“My names Y/N, why are you in this building?”

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“Well he seems to really love you, Y/N. You’re lucky to have found each other.” Rosita seemed to force her smile a bit and it made you wonder if she was truly happy.

Dean and you never really spoke of that before… whether you loved each other. You knew though, that you did love him.

“How are you all settling into the houses?” The subject needed to be changed because the air felt awkward suddenly.

“Its okay. Still weird honestly because this doesnt feel right. Just being in a place like this and being away from each other. We slowly divided into the two houses though. I think Rick and Maggie were just trying to get us to try it.”

“Dont ever feel forced though. I know Diana is giving some of you jobs and it feels overwhelming though. I remember that feeling all too well.”

“Whats your job?”

“Oh its not much. I just go where I’m needed during the day. She wanted me to be a ‘community helper’ if you can believe that. Its nice sometimes though, some of the older folks have things to teach and I’m willing to learn.”

“Rosita!” A girl approached you both, she had a ponytail and a kind face. You think her name is Tara.

“Hey whats up?”

“Can i hang out with you and Y/N? Not much for me to do right now.”

“Sure! We are just doing a more in depth tour of the place and getting bearings better.”

The three of you spent the rest of the day doing just that. Meeting and greeting other people in Alexandria, and learning all the streets and buildings. Honestly you felt like these two women could potentially become friends for you. They were so sweet and down to earth.

“Do you want to meet up again tomorrow? We have a nice back patio set up and i can make food?” You were worries about asking them because they might still be too uncomfortable for that.

“Actually yeah, thatd be great.”

“Sounds good to me, i could use some relaxing.”

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Derek- Unlikely Allies

A/N: Hey guys, this is a rewrite of something I made a really long time ago. I wanted to mess around with some old concepts that I feel I didn’t flesh out enough. Let me know what you think, or if you want a part 2 of this one!

You raced through the pitch black corridor, shining your flashlight back and forth. You caught glimpses of grimy cement as you ran, narrowly dodging debris on the floor of the old rail depot. It was littered with rusted metal and broken glass, no doubt remnants of Beacon Hills’ abandoned subway cars.

It was fitting for Derek to have his hideout here, you thought. He seemed to have a habit of living in abandoned places. It must have been working pretty well, because finding him had been difficult. You had torn up your father’s office trying to find the place, knowing Allison must have discovered Derek’s location somewhere in the maps cluttering his desk.

Your father had narrowed down a couple locations, one of them being the abandoned rail depot on the outskirts of town. When you took a chance and drove out there, a glimpse of Allison’s car out front confirmed your suspicions. She was here to kill Derek.

You cursed yourself as you searched the depot, wondering if you could have stopped Gerard from getting into her head. Maybe if you had paid more attention, you wouldn’t have had to try and reverse the damage your grandfather had done.

A light up ahead caught your attention. There was a staircase to your right, dimly illuminated from the floor below. You clicked the flashlight off and crept closer.

“Wait, stop. You don’t know what you’re doing.”

That was Derek’s voice.

“Shut up!”

And that was Allison’s.

You swore under your breath. As you crept down the stairs, you saw Allison standing in front of one of the old subway cars. She had her crossbow raised, and Derek was lying on his back in front of her. He held one hand up defensively, while the other gripped an arrow that was sticking out of his right thigh. Blood was pooling around the wound, which wouldn’t be able to heal until the arrow was removed.

“You killed my mother!” she spat. Her voice was trembling.

“Your family’s little honor code killed your mother,” Derek snapped.

You rolled your eyes. Leave it to Derek to still be an ass, even with a crossbow trained on his chest.

Allison’s finger moved onto the trigger, and you bolted down the stairs. “Wait!”

She glanced over her shoulder, and when she saw you approaching, her brown eyes widened. She turned back to Derek, keeping the crossbow steady.

“You shouldn’t have followed me, Y/n.”

“I’m trying to protect you,” you told her.

She let out a bitter laugh. “From what? The monsters? I think we’re past that.”

“Allison-”

“You hid this from me!” she spat. “And now you want to try and protect me? Mom is dead. Maybe you should have protected her.”

You looked down and met Derek’s eyes. He knew that Allison was willing to pull the trigger and so did you. He seemed to be asking the same question you were. Could you stop her?

“I’m trying to protect you from yourself. Killing him won’t bring her back, Allison.”

“No, but it will make me feel better.”

“You sure about that?” Derek asked.

“Yes,” she snarled, moving her finger back onto the trigger.

She might have actually pulled it if you had given her the chance. You couldn’t have been sure, but you weren’t willing to risk it. Derek was an ally that you needed, whether Allison knew that or not. If saving him meant Gerard would be stopped, you had to do what you did next.

Allison froze at the sound of you cocking your gun behind her. “Put it down.”

“Or what?” she asked bitterly. “You’ll put me down?”

A chill ran down your spine. It was the same thing your father had said to Kate on the night she was killed. Allison’s words brought back the bittersweet feelings your aunt’s death had caused.

“If I have to,” you finally said.

“I’m your sister.” Her voice was uneven, as if she was trying to stop herself from crying.

“I don’t know what you are anymore. All I see right now is the monster that Gerard created.”

Her hands were trembling. The crossbow was shaking in her grip. For a moment, you wondered if you had said the wrong thing.

Then the weapon fell from her hands, clattering to the cement floor. Allison bolted, running out of the room and up the same stairs you had come down. You could see the tears dripping down her cheeks as she left. Guilt washed over you, but you knew you couldn’t go after her.

You holstered your gun and walked toward Derek.

“I’m sorry,” you apologized, holding out a hand.

Derek glared up at you from the dirty floor. He yanked the arrow out of his thigh with a grunt. He didn’t take your hand as he got up, but he did mutter gruffly “You’re not the one who shot me.”

You watched as the wound in his leg began to close up, leaving nothing but a bloody stain and a slight rip in his jeans. He began to turn away from you, heading toward one of the rickety subway cars.

“I need your help,” you blurted out.

Derek paused, and turned to raise an eyebrow at you. “With what?”

“I need to kill Gerard.”

“You think that’s gonna save your family?”

You didn’t falter under his gaze. “It’s going to save Allison.”

He crossed his arms over his chest, staring at you for a moment. You looked exhausted, and the dim lights of the old subway station hollowed out your face. Your eyes were still full of life though, sharp and gleaming. Derek could see how desperate you were.

“What if it can’t?” he asked. “What if she…?”

“What if she turns into Kate?”

He nodded solemnly.

“Then I’ll kill her myself,” you said softly. “But she doesn’t understand that he’s manipulating her right now. She thinks she’s doing what she wants.”

“And how do I know I can trust you?” he asked.

“We have a common enemy. And right now, I couldn’t care less about you being an alpha. Bite as many kids as you want. Hell, bite me if you want to. I just want my sister back.”

Derek’s lips twitched. Was he actually smiling at you?

“You’d let me bite you if I helped you?”

You felt your breath catch in your throat. “If that’s what it takes.”

Derek raised his eyebrows. “Really?”

“Yes.”

“Fine. Give me your arm.”

You cautiously held out your left arm. He reached out and took it, stepping toward you so that your chests were almost touching. He raised your arm to his mouth, and his teeth were so close that you could feel his breath on your skin.

He gazed down at you and grinned, revealing his abnormally sharp canines. You swallowed, and suddenly, he chuckled. That broke the stillness in the air, and you realized he was only messing with you.

You wrenched your arm out of his grasp as he laughed. “What the hell is the matter with you?”

He grinned. “You should have seen the look on your face.”

“You’re such an asshole,” you spat. “Forget I asked.”

You turned to go, but he grabbed your wrist. “Wait. If you want to stop Gerard, we need to talk to Scott.”

You turned back, shooting him a skeptical look. “Why Scott?”

“Because we have a plan,” he told you. “And it might be the only chance you have to save your sister.”

“How do I know you’re being serious?” you questioned.

He shrugged. “Like you said, we have a common enemy.”

“And after that?” you asked.

“We can go on hating each other. Just like old times.”

He was right. The werewolves helping you kill Gerard didn’t necessarily mean you would continue to be allies. As soon as he was dead, you could go right back to the vitriol and violence.

Deep down though, you knew things in Beacon Hills were shifting. Without Gerard at the helm of the Argent empire, maybe fighting wouldn’t have to be the only option.

“What if things could be different?”

“Like if we didn’t hate each other?” Derek asked.

“I’ve never hated you.”

“I can’t say the same,” he admitted. “But...I don’t hate you anymore.”

“There shouldn’t always be a war going on between us.”

Derek tilted his head. “That’s the way it’s always been.”

“Maybe...maybe it doesn’t have to be.”

Derek’s gaze was skeptical, and you suddenly felt embarrassed for saying it. Of course the idea of peace sounded ridiculous to him. Then he spoke, his words catching you off guard.

“We’ll see,” he said softly. “Hey, what’s wrong with your arm?”

You glanced down, just now noticing the purple bruising that was blooming along your right forearm. It was throbbing with pain, but in the chaos of trying to stop Allison, you had barely noticed.

You had been headed out of the house after her when you ran into Gerard in the foyer of your home. He was blocking your exit, and when you tried to move past him, he snatched you by the arm. His fingers had gripped you so tightly that you swore the bone was about to break.

“You’ll never catch her in time.”

“Let go of me,” you spat at him.

Gerard had simply stared at you with those dark eyes of his. “You’ve always been my greatest disappointment.”

Without a second thought, you slammed your knee between his legs. “Good.”

He had grunted in pain, and his knees buckled. You wrenched your arm out of his grasp and ran. You sped all the way to the rail depot, paranoid he would chase after you and stop you.

“It’s nothing,” you told Derek. “I’m fine.”

He wasn’t buying it. “Did Gerard do that to you?”

“Does it matter?”

“Here,” Derek told you, reaching for your arm.

“What are you-”

“Trust me?”

You didn’t say anything more, and he took that a yes. He placed one hand under your wounded arm to steady it, and the other one over the bruise. His movements were tender and soft, something you wouldn’t have expected from Derek. You gasped as the veins in his arm began to turn black, and you realized your pain was ebbing away.

When you looked up, there was a hint of a smile playing at his lips. “I bet the hunters never told you we could do that, huh?”

You shook your head, still stunned as he gently held your arm in his hands. “Why did you do that?”

“Maybe you’re right,” he said softly. “Maybe things can be different.”

You looked into Derek’s green eyes, and for once, you saw something similar inside of them. You and Derek were both struggling under the weight of your families’ bloody past. You both needed to prove them wrong. If anyone could understand you, it was him.

You pulled away, but a part of you hesitated for a moment. Something was stirring inside of you, but you refused to acknowledge it while there was so much going on. By the way Derek was looking at you, you could tell he felt it too.

Finally, you cleared your throat. “So we need to talk to Scott?”

“Yeah,” he said, awkwardly bringing his arms back down to his sides. “We’ve got a homicidal maniac to kill.”

For now that was the plan. Kill Gerard, take back your family, and save Allison. After that, maybe you and Derek could be something more than unlikely allies.

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The Untamed, a brief summary [Part 2/6]

Part One: Sword Wizard School

Part Two: The Search for the Yin Iron and the World’s Worst Summer Camp

Ext, Somewhere

Lan Wangji is looking for the yin iron. Wei Wuxian catches up with him and makes some bondage jokes. Lan Wangji is clearly warming up to him, as he doesn’t punt him into the stratosphere.

Jiang Cheng, still incensed that his brother snuck off, goes to look for him. Jiang Yanli packs him a sack lunch and tells him to be careful.

Wen Qing is stuck with Wen Chao, following Lan Wangji, and looks like she wants to throw herself off a mountain.

Ext, Tanzhou [Yiling]

Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian run into Nie Huaisang, who apparently decided not to go home after school, presumably due to his grades. Yiling is nowhere near Qinghe. When Nie Huaisang decides to fuck around and find out, he goes for it.

In Tanzhou, there is a magic florist. She has a piece of yin iron, but they’re too late. Wen Chao has already taken it. I will forget that this happened in 90% of my fanfics.

Ext, Dafan Mountain [Yiling]

The three of them end up at a creepy village. There’s a woman mumbling something about a statue. Everyone else is missing except one creepy dude at a shrine to said statue, whose purpose is to give exposition. For some reason they decide to sleep in the weird cave with the creepy statue outside the abandoned village. Kids, amirite?

Ext, Somewhere

Jiang Cheng runs into Wen Qing. She purposefully picks a fight with him and he looks like someone kicked his puppy. But oh ho! It was just a ruse so she could tell him that his brother is in trouble at Dafan Mountain without anyone overhearing. He thanks her and takes off.

Interior, A Creepy Cave [Yiling]

The statue comes alive and attacks them! It keeps going for Lan Wangji. Wei Wuxian makes a joke about it having a crush on him. They seal it to keep it from moving.

Outside, a mob of villagers who look the same as the not-a-corpse guy attack them. Nie Huaisang posits that he would like to be excluded from this narrative, of which he never asked to be a part. Wen Qing shows up and uses a magic flute to subdue the mob. She will never use this flute again despite countless times doing so might come in handy. Jiang Cheng turns up too but is too busy roasting Wei Wuxian for running off to do anything useful. Wen Qing tells Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian that the mob is powered by a shard of yin iron that Wen Chao has in his ‘dire owl’ which is a bird made out of shadow that could not possibly look less like an owl.

Wei Wuxian uses a nifty golden net spell that he will never use again despite countless times it might come in handy to protect the others while he and Lan Wangji fight Wen Chao and kill the absolutely-not-an-owl. The villagers are released from the spell.

Wen Qing tells them that this is where she and Wen Ning grew up. The statue had a piece of yin iron in it, and when Wen Ruohan came and took it, the statue went berserk and killed a bunch of people, including her parents. It also stole part of Wen Ning’s soul and that’s why he’s weak and sick. Then she goes back to Nightless City despite that this is clearly a terrible idea, because Wen Ning is there. Jiang Cheng asks her to stay, but she won’t, and Jiang Cheng is sad. Somehow nobody thinks to point out that she’s serving the man who got her parents killed.

Ext, Yueyang [Qinghe]

Somehow they’re all the way up towards Qinghe now. Please don’t ask questions about travel times. It’s my worst nightmare in my fics.

Nie Huaisang says that Meng Yao is meeting them here. Why? Who knows. My best guess is that Nie Huaisang knows he’s going to be in Big Trouble for sneaking off and thinks Meng Yao can protect him.

They stop at an inn. The waiter tells them something weird happened at the Chang house and now nobody’s there but they hear noise every night. The yin iron starts clamoring to be let out of its pouch and gives Lan Wangji heartburn.

Ext, the Chang manor [Qinghe]

Xue Yang has killed every damn person. It’s fucked up.

ENTER SUPERMAN and BATMAN, like seriously, imagine you were in a DC Comic and those two just dropped in for cameos and nobody bothered to explain who they were because they figured you would already know. Their names are Xiao Xingchen and Song Lan, and by the time they show up again, you will have forgotten that.

They’ve been tracking Xue Yang for All the Crimes and want to arrest him. There’s a fight. Xue Yang loses and enjoys it way too much.

Wei Wuxian asks him questions about the yin iron. He acts like a little punk. He doesn’t have any yin iron on him even though he obviously used it for Carnage, and they can’t find it anywhere.

Meng Yao and Nie Huaisang show up. They agree to take Xue Yang back to The Unclean Realm to be tried for All the Crimes.

Xue Yang cheekily says, “Don’t forget me!” to Xiao Xingchen, who immediately forgets him.

Exeunt Superman and Batman, while Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian both stare after them longingly, clearly wishing that they too could hunt monsters and criminals instead of dealing with political bullshit.

Ext, The Unclean Realm [Qinghe]

Meng Yao shows them in and tells Nie Huaisang that the Wen sect has demanded each sect send an ‘inner heir disciple’ for ‘indoctrination’. Nie Huaisang remembers that he’s the only inner heir disciple sect in the Nie sect and panics. Meng Yao laughs at his histrionics. To be fair, they are indeed funny.

ENTER THE WORLD’S MOST BADASS MUSTACHE

This is Nie Mingjue. He is the head of the Qinghe Nie sect. He carries an enormous sword and has the title ‘Red Blade Master’. Every molecule of this man exudes big dick energy.

Nie Mingjue decides to immediately execute Xue Yang. Meng Yao steps in and counsels that maybe execution shouldn’t be their go-to, being rather permanent and all. Xue Yang can give them information and they shouldn’t waste their chance to get it. Nie Mingjue agrees. The others admire the fact that Meng Yao is clever and persuasive, and Wei Wuxian makes a comment about how Meng Yao’s biological father (the head of the Lanling Jin) is an idiot for not realizing he could make use of such a talent.

Nie Mingjue orders Xue Yang put in prison and the guard strengthened. Meng Yao delivers this order to the Captain of the Guard, who decides he’s going to be a giant prick about it. He’s too good to take orders from the bastard son of a whore. Meng Yao puts on his best retail smile and says that he’ll make do.

Meanwhile, the others are discussing the yin iron and the Wen sect’s demand to send disciples. Nie Mingjue says Lan Xichen has written to him and he thinks Lan Wangji should go back to Cloud Recesses. There’s only one piece of yin iron left unlocated and Xue Yang clearly knows where it is, so they’ll take it from here. Wei Wuxian reluctantly agrees that he and Jiang Cheng should probably head home too, to see how their father wants to handle the Wen sect’s demands.

Int, Cloud Recesses [Gusu]

Wen soldiers have showed up. It’s bad. Lan Qiren tells Lan Xichen that he should take their most precious knowledge and run away. Lan Xichen tries to argue but Lan Qiren insists.

Ext, The Unclean Realm [Qinghe]

The Captain of the Guard is still being an asshole to Meng Yao, this time while drunk.

Wei Wuxian, also drunk, has decided to sleep on Lan Wangji’s roof like any well-adjusted person would.

Lan Wangji gives him a longing stare and says ‘farewell’ under his breath like the stoic repressed gay he is, before heading back home.

ENTER MINIMUM WAGE REPRESENTATION MAN

The next morning, Wen Chao shows up with his Head Henchman, Wen Zhuliu. He’s clearly there because Wen Chao can’t find his ass with two hands and a flashlight. They demand the release of Xue Yang and grandstand a lot. Nie Mingjue tells them to fuck off.

There’s a big fight, mostly between Nie Mingjue and Wen Zhuliu.

Someone shouts that Xue Yang has escaped. Nie Mingjue makes it to the prison and finds Meng Yao standing there with a sword through the gut of the Captain of the Guard. We all take a moment to wish that we could stab the people who have bullied us. Nie Mingjue, however, does not agree, and is very upset. Meng Yao hilariously says ‘Xue Yang did it’ even though he’s literally got his hand on the hilt of the blade. Nice going, Meng Yao. I spend the next ten months wondering if that was a translation error.

Wen Chao (or maybe Wen Zhuliu? I don’t remember tbh) throws his sword at Nie Mingjue. Meng Yao leaps in front of it and gets lightly stabbed. Then Wen Chao talks a lot of shit about how much the Nie sect sucks and also the Lan sect sucks and his brother has taken men to go burn Cloud Recesses to the ground. Everyone is upset. Wen Chao gallantly agrees he’ll let them off the hook for the day, but if they fuck with the Wen sect again, they’ll regret it.

Nie Mingjue drags Meng Yao inside and they have a messy breakup. Meng Yao tries to explain that the Captain of the Guard was a big douchebag, bullied him for years, and took credit for his accomplishments. Nie Mingjue points out that this was not an excuse to murder him. Because Meng Yao just saved his life, he says he won’t execute him, but exiles him from Qinghe.

Meng Yao bids farewell to Nie Huaisang, who is upset and tries to get his brother to reconsider, but Nie Mingjue is adamant. Everyone seems to forget that Meng Yao just got fucking stabbed. He’ll walk it off.

So who released Xue Yang? This question is actually never answered! Did the captain of the guard do it for some reason, and Meng Yao stabbed him because he caught him in the act? Did Meng Yao do it? If so, why? Did he have nefarious purposes? Or did he do it because he thought it would make the Wen sect withdraw and stop attacking The Unclean Realm? Did the Wen soldiers get to him and let him out? Did Xue Yang just escape on his own? You may believe any canon that you wish. (My personal head canon is generally that Meng Yao released him to try to get the Wen soldiers to withdraw, but I’ve also written some variations.)

Ext, Lotus Pier [Yunmeng]

Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian are home. Yay! They reunite with Jiang Yanli. It is cute.

ENTER A PAIR OF EXTREMELY BAD PARENTS

So here’s the tea on the super dysfunctional family that basically drives this whole story. Jiang Fengmian is the head of the Yunmeng Jiang sect. His wife is Yu Ziyuan. He didn’t really want to marry her, mostly because he was in love with another woman named Cangse Sanren. However, the leaders of their two sects were pushing them to marry for alliance reasons. Jiang Fengmian kept refusing, but then Cangse Sanren married a guy named Wei Changze, who was one of Jiang Fengmian’s close friends. Since she was no longer an option, Jiang Fengmian then agreed to marry Yu Ziyuan. They hate each other.

The two of them had two kids, Jiang Yanli and Jiang Cheng. Jiang Yanli is not a strong cultivator and seems to have some health issues, although these are never detailed. Therefore all the sect responsibilities fall to Jiang Cheng, and Jiang Yanli was betrothed to Jin Zixuan (whose mother was the sect sister of Yu Ziyuan).

Meanwhile, Cangse Sanren is what we call a ‘rogue cultivator’ ie a cultivator who is not formally part of any sect. Wei Changze was a servant at Lotus Pier. They had Wei Wuxian and went to fight evil. When Wei Wuxian was four, they were killed by a monster. He lived on the streets for about three years before Jiang Fengmian found him and adopted him.

Yu Ziyuan is super pissed that Jiang Fengmian adopted the child of the woman he was in love with. She’s also super pissed because Wei Wuxian happens to be a more powerful cultivator than Jiang Cheng. Jiang Fengmian is very indulgent of Wei Wuxian’s behavior because, you know, his parents died, and Jiang Fengmian loved his mother and was friends with his father. Yu Ziyuan constantly accuses Jiang Fengmian of loving Wei Wuxian more than he loves their own son, constantly abuses Wei Wuxian for having the audacity to exist in her home and be a good cultivator, and constantly berates Jiang Cheng for not being as strong as Wei Wuxian and says he’s not going to be a good sect leader. Meanwhile Jiang Fengmian can’t be arsed to reassure Jiang Cheng that yes, he does love him very much. Jiang Yanli basically raised both the brothers which is probably the only reason they turned out as well as they did.

tl;dr this is a super toxic environment for everyone involved

Ext, Cloud Recesses [Gusu]

ENTER A MAN WHOSE POSITION IMPLIES HE SHOULD BE IMPORTANT YET PLAYS LITTLE ROLE IN THE STORY

Wen Xu, the first son of Wen Ruohan, is coordinating the attack on Cloud Recesses.

Lan Wangji arrives in time to find most of his sect rushing to shelter in the magic cave because the Wen troops are slaughtering everyone there.

A bunch of disciples are trapped outside because only members of the Lan bloodline can get in. Wen Xu starts murdering them all until one will tell him how to get in.

ENTER A 2 WHO THINKS HE IS A 10

A disciple named Su She, who incidentally is the guy who lost his sword in the lake like a dumbass while fighting the water demon, tells Wen Xu that only members of the Lan bloodline can get in and he could do it if he had one of the Magic Ribbons.

Lan Wangji emerges from the cave to try to fight off Wen Xu and a zillion guys single-handedly. Unsurprisingly, this does not work and he is captured. Since he’s got the yin iron, Wen Xu decides that’s good enough and they take off. Everyone left behind presumably calls Su She a jerk.

Int, Lotus Pier [Yunmeng]

They’ve received the demands from the Wen sect. Jiang Cheng is the inner heir disciple and he has to go. Wei Wuxian says he’ll go too. Yu Ziyuan tells him nobody gives a shit what the son of a servant does.

Ext, The Indoctrination Bureau, which may or may not be in Nightless City. It sure seems like it is but then later it sure seems like it isn’t [Qishan]

Wen Chao has lined all the disciples up outside so he can insult them and brag about how great he is. Wei Wuxian is worried because Lan Wangji isn’t there at first, but then he’s escorted in, clearly injured and trying not to show it.

Wen Chao forces them all to surrender their swords. Surprisingly it’s Jin Zixuan who picks a fight about this.

ENTER A WOMAN WHO IS NOT PAID ENOUGH FOR THIS SHIT

Jin Zixuan’s retainer, a woman named Luo Qingyang but who everyone calls Mianmian because of how cute she is, calms him down and reminds him that Jin Zixuan’s father told them not to make trouble. He’s pissed but hands his sword over. So does everyone else.

(A note on swords: there are strong implications that the swords are semi-sentient and connected to their bearers on a spiritual level. I’m sure I would know more about this if I was more familiar with xianxia. But the long and the short of it is that taking their swords is a Big Fucking Deal.)

Wen Chao tells them all to memorize ‘The Quintessence of Wen’, basically the rules of their sect.

Ext, somewhere nearby [Qishan]

Wen Ning is excited that Wei Wuxian is in Qishan and asks Wen Qing if he can go outside and play. Wen Qing says no because Wei Wuxian is supposed to be their enemy. Wen Ning uses sad puppy eyes. It has no effect.

Ext, The Indoctrination Bureau [Qishan]

Wen Chao tells them to recite the Wen stuff. Lan Wangji refuses. Jin Zixuan refuses.

Wei Wuxian eagerly volunteers, and then like the chaos gremlin he is, starts reciting the Lan principles instead. Wen Chao is pissed. Lan Wangji is smitten. Even Jin Zixuan thinks it’s funny. Jiang Cheng is upset that Wei Wuxian is causing trouble but he also thinks it’s funny and just won’t admit it.

Wen Chao punishes Wei Wuxian, Lan Wangji, and Jin Zixuan by making them do some menial labor involving buckets of dung. Jin ‘never done a day of actual labor in his life’ Zixuan is the most upset about this.

Wei Wuxian takes the opportunity to try to talk to Lan Wangji about the yin iron and what happened at Cloud Recesses and why he’s injured. Wen Chao gets even more pissy and throws Wei Wuxian in a dungeon with a terrible CGI wolf monster. Wei Wuxian nearly gets eaten but Wen Qing intervenes by using long distance acupuncture to knock the monster out with throwing needles. Wen Ning brings him some medicine to stop the bleeding from his multiple wounds.

The next day, they’re still reciting the stupid Wen stuff, or at least pretending to. Nie Huaisang either falls asleep on his feet, passes out, or decides this is bullshit and pretends to pass out, and is dragged back to his guest house.

The rest of them go on a field trip.

ENTER THE HUMAN VERSION OF PERIOD CRAMPS

Wen Chao has a girlfriend, somehow. Her name is Jiaojiao and she is the absolute worst.

They head off to a mountain where bad mojo is going around. Wen Chao is clearly planning to use all these cultivators as cannon fodder, because he’s a fucking asshole. Wen Zhuliu accompanies them, presumably because Wen Chao will trip over his own sword and die if left to his own devices. Wen Qing also comes along, even though she’d clearly rather not. Wen Chao keeps hitting on Mianmian and it makes Jiaojiao jealous.

Lan Wangji is limping badly. Wei Wuxian wants to help him. Jiang Cheng tells him they’ve got their own problems and they shouldn’t get involved in other people’s business. Wei Wuxian says, ‘but consider: I do what I want’. He offers to carry Lan Wangji, who refuses. So instead Wei Wuxian uses a little paper talisman to ask Wen Qing if she can help them out. She calls for a break so they can get some water.

Wen Chao tells her she’s too soft-hearted. She tells him he thinks too much, which seems vastly inaccurate.

Int, Muxi Mountain [Qishan]

They find a cave and go inside. There’s a steep drop off and nobody wants to go see what’s at the bottom, so Wen Chao pushes Wei Wuxian over the edge. Everyone is pissed about this, and they all have to climb down.

They’ve discovered an underground lake and the home of the monster! But it’s nowhere to be found. Wen Chao wants to string someone up and cut them to attract it. Jiaojiao suggests Mianmian. Wen Chao clearly doesn’t want to because he has the hots for her. Jin Zixuan tells him to get his grubby eyeballs off his friend. For the first time in the show, we feel a jot of respect for Jin Zixuan.

One of the other disciples tries to grab Mianmian anyway, Jin Zixuan intervenes, and there’s a big fight.

Wei Wuxian tells Wen Chao that using his position to bully others means he should be executed, using the words they had to memorize from the Quintessence of Wen. Wen Chao doesn’t recognize their own principles. Everyone laughs at him, and Wen Zhuliu looks like he’d rather be flipping burgers at McDonald’s than have this stupid job.

While Wen Zhuliu is distracted mentally updating his resume, Wei Wuxian grabs Wen Chao, puts a sword to his throat, and jumps to a rock in the middle of the lake. He tells Wen Chao to make all his guys lower their blades. But then, uh oh! Turns out the rock he jumped to is in fact the monster, which is a terrible CGI turtle snake thing.

There’s another big fight. Jiaojiao decides that this is an ideal time to punish Mianmian for being pretty near other people, and tries to burn her with a hot iron. Wei Wuxian jumps in between them and gets hit with it.

At some point, Wen Chao decides fuck this. The Wen soldiers all retreat, dragging Wen Qing with them, cut the ropes to the bottom of the cliff, and seal the entrance.

They find an underwater exit from the cave. While Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian fight the monster and keep it distracted, the other cultivators escape. But they don’t manage to make it out themselves. They’re now trapped in a cave together, soaking wet and wounded. Thank you, Untamed.

Wei Wuxian teases Lan Wangji and is too stupid to realize he’s flirting. Lan Wangji prays for patience. He tells Wei Wuxian that he went back to Cloud Recesses and that his uncle is injured and his brother is missing. Wei Wuxian covers Lan Wangji with his robe while he sleeps. We all swoon.

In order to get out, they have to kill the monster. Wei Wuxian goes inside it and we all very studiously do not ask which entrance he went through.

The inside of this monster is very gross. There’s a black sword inside it which emanates evil energy. Wei Wuxian grabs it because he is sixteen and stupid. He hears lots of screaming ghosts and such, but hangs onto it anyway because he is sixteen and stupid. They kill the terrible CGI turtle snake thing but it collapses on top of the exit so they still can’t get out. Wei Wuxian is badly injured. Lan Wangji sings to him and there is a montage of their significant moments together up to this point, because the Chinese censors apparently weren’t looking.

Ext, Muxi Mountain [Qishan]

Wei Wuxian wakes up to find he is outside. Jin Zixuan and Jiang Cheng have rescued him. Lan Wangji has already left to go back to Cloud Recesses to look for his brother. Wei Wuxian is still holding onto the creepy sword. They awkwardly thank Jin Zixuan for helping out with the rescue. Jin Zixuan awkwardly accepts their thanks and then bounces. Wei Wuxian and Jiang Cheng head back to Lotus Pier.

Nobody ever mentions how Nie Huaisang gets out of Qishan, and for some reason I find this very funny.

~end part 2~

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sweetness47 · 3 years

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Almost Too Late

This is for @idreamofplaid and @girl-next-door-writes for their ‘They Belong to Us Now’ Challenge. Hope you guys like it! Congrats on your milestones btw.

Warnings: Swearing, death mentioned, dark spirits, kissing at the end, pining I’m going to say PG-14

Prompt #16: If You die, I’m going to kill you.

Theme: AU Castle

Pairing: Sam x reader

Life was good, or mostly. My friends and I hunt monsters, save people from the things that go bump in the night. This isn’t what your thinking though. We don’t drive places. Most of our travel is done by horseback or hiking. The industrial revolution came, left, and is in the process of being reborn, but it’s very slow going.

Every day is a new adventure. It’s just four of us: me, Dean, Sam, and my friend Charlie. Oh, and spoiler alert…I’ve had a major crush on Sam forever! Like seriously. I mentally drool when he talks to me, stands close to me, and my underwear is a sopping mess by the time the day ends. It’s super hard being so attracted to him, especially since he has no clue. I hesitate to bring it up, my worst fear is that confessing my feelings would ruin what we have.

That would kill me.

So I suffer silently. Charlie has noticed my pining, and has tried to get me to admit my feelings to him. But I’m terrified. If I lost him because I chose to share my attraction, I’d never be able to live with myself. I would lose the one thing in my life worth living for, besides friends, and that would kill me, literally.

I’ve pictured all the different ways I could approach the subject. I could casually just walk beside him and slide into my feelings. I could just jump him while everyone’s sleeping (my personal favorite…for obvious reasons) but what if he rejects my advances? I just can’t find an outcome where I’m not overthinking, where I don’t see chances of disaster, of rejection, of heartbreak.

Ugh. FML. Seriously.

Our travels bring us to a long abandoned castle. It’s creepy as fuck, but if properly fixed and cleaned up, it could actually be a really good home for us to work out of, a place where we can just hold up and crash, seek safety, keep our belongings we don’t usually need on hunts.

It’s really big, in an intimidating sort of way. I shiver as I walk closer and touch the stone walls. There’s a presence or two here, things that are tethered to this ancient land, to this castle. It’s dark, and dangerous.

And it knows we’re here.

“Guys? We’re not alone here.”

Sam, Dean and Charlie all turn towards me, and wait. They know I’m able to feel things, so if I say to be careful, they listen.

I continue. “I don’t know if there’s more than one, but whatever is in here is dangerous, like deadly. And it already knows we’re here. The good news? It hates light. Bad news though…the sun will be setting in a couple of hours. We won’t stand a chance if we don’t make a plan.”

“Is it worth us even staying? I mean, we could always find another place to shack up.” Dean’s voice tells me he’s going against his heart. He really likes this place as much as the rest of us, but he also knows not to take my feelings lightly.

“Maybe, but how often do we come across such a magnificent place? A lot of castles have long since been destroyed by one disaster or another. With some work, and luck, we could make this our home. I love the idea of having a solid place to rest once in a while.”

I love Charlie. She’s never one to beat around the bush. Straight forward and honest. I nod in agreement, but as I stare at the dark looming windows and the ancient structure of the castle, I can’t help but wonder if Dean might have a point. I personally have never felt something this dangerous before and frankly, I honestly don’t know how to deal with whatever dwells inside.

The human called YN is correct, something dark and dangerous does occupy this castle. Me. I am the biggest threat here, the banshee that recently sought refuge here is nothing compared to my dark power.

I am a void, a darkness, sentient and silent. I feed off fear and humans, the ones that are foolish enough to try and remove me from my home. Many have tried. None have succeeded.

I am near indestructible. I revel in the power I possess. I will never let anyone take it from me.

I used to be malicious, hell bent on finding the next willing victim to feed my hungry darkness. Then my brother entity, the one hunters dubbed “the Empty” made a deal with an angel, where the angel would help save what was left of this world and then go willingly into that void.

The anguish I felt from those the angel considered family was horrific. They mourned. I hated the idea that the one like me could be so cruel. We were made for harbouring souls, ones that had no other place to go. We were made to feed on those dead and lost, to grow and suck the life from them. But we were never to make deals to take a willing live being, no matter the end game.

That was what our creator told us. My brother didn’t listen.

I did.

I left because of that. And was punished for it.

Now I am tethered to this stone building. I’ve been here for a long time, and have grown quite fond of the peace and quiet. Most of my energy is gotten from stray animals, or the occasional human. But I absolutely refuse to leave.

So I prepare to fight. I won’t lose this home.

Sam peeks through the door and down the dark hall. “Sounds like fun. Shall we?” He grabs a flashlight and steps over the threshold. The moment he does, I feel the change in whatever has possessed this place.

I grab his arm. “Sam, be careful.”

He nods. “Always.”

I snort at that response, because for as much as I love the brothers, they have had a tendency to get into some stupid situations.

Dean follows Sam, then Charlie and I step inside. I’m blown away from what greets us. The first archway we encounter opens to a massive foyer, large enough to rival a grand ballroom, with corridors leading off in all directions, as well as a grand wide staircase, gleaming with gold accents and dark cherry wood railings. All I was missing was the fancy ball gown and a crowd of ballroom dancers to complete the picture.

Honestly it felt like we’d stepped into a fairy tale, but the danger looming in the background dispelled that notion pretty quick. And now that we were inside, I could definitely sense more than one. The first one, the dark presence that resided in the walls, it was intelligent, and it didn’t feel as threatening as the other. Spirit number two was restless, malevolent, and downright deadly.

“Guys, just a heads up. There’s two different entities here, both are dangerous, but one of them is more so than the other. Be careful. We go in pairs. Watch each other’s backs.”

Everyone nods, and Dean whisks me down one hall while Sam and Charlie explore the other. The moment we’re alone, Dean calls me out on what I didn’t say.

“Ok hotshot, spill. What aren’t you telling us?”

I sigh. Dean knows I have a thing for his brother, and has encouraged me numerous times to tell Sam how I feel. He also knows I have a habit of keeping important information from the others when I feel like it could jeopardise an outcome.

I stop and face my friend. “It’s just a feeling Dean. Honest.”

Dean purses his lips as if trying to figure out if my words are the truth. “Ok. But the moment that changes, you tell us. None of this hero bullshit you usually pull. I saw the look in your eyes. Your spooked. And you never get spooked like this.”

He’s right. It’s one of the reasons I’m good at hunting the things that go bump in the night. I don’t scare easily.

I nod. “I know. I promise to tell you if the feeling becomes more. Ok? Can we drop it now?”

He does, but only because I have a tendency to blow a fuse if I’m pushed too far. And I need to be on top of my game if I want to stay ahead of the dark.

An ear-splitting, high pitched scream echoes through the entire castle, the walls vibrating as it bounces off everything it touches.

Dean and I look at each other and say at the same time. “Banshee!!”

We radio Charlie and Sam. They confirm they heard the creature as well, and promise to keep a close eye on their surroundings. I can’t shake the heavy feeling in the pit of my stomach though. It’s almost like someone’s going to die…

FUCK!

“Dean! We have to find Sam and Charlie now!”

He takes one look at my facial expression, and whatever he finds there is enough to convince him not to argue. Another banshee scream fills the halls, and we take off back to the main foyer as we try to radio Charlie and Sam. They don’t answer, so we head in the direction they took when we split off.

The horrible feeling grows with each step, and when we stumble upon a broken two-way radio, I swallow hard. Dean calls out, but neither answer. I look at the elder Winchester, who’s grim looks mirror my own.

Suddenly, we’re thrown across the room by the high pitched wail, having been too distracted to notice her presence. I recover quickly, my need to contain her is great, she is a road block in my quest to find my friends and make sure they are all right. I summon my will, and I throw everything I have, everything I am feeling, at my nemesis. Her screams fade as she disintegrates before our eyes.

It’s then we see Charlie and Sam, both of whom are lying on the ground, motionless. Charlie is moaning and attempting to open her eyes and sit up, but my focus is on Sam, or rather his lack of movement. I’m paralyzed by fear when I notice his shallow breathing, the struggles he has just trying to breathe.

I fall to my knees beside him. “Sam? Baby, talk to me.”

He coughs and smiles weakly, blood trickles out of his mouth with each wheeze. “You called me a pet name. I knew you liked me.”

Tears fell as I smiled at his attempt at humor. “Asshole! Don’t you dare try and distract me. I swear Sam, if you die, I will kill you. Do you hear me? I will fucking hunt your ass down and kill you!”

His answer is to chuckle, but it quickly turns to another bout of coughing, and more blood oozing from his perfect lips. He never gets to say what he’s thinking as his lungs give out, and he stops breathing.

My worlds stops. I can’t breathe.

A gasp leaves my lips, and quickly turns into a strangled cry. I fall over him, hugging his still form, begging him to wake up, to come back to me. I can’t live without him.

Why the hell did I pair with Dean? Why? I could have protected him! I’m such an idiot! And now I’ll never be able to tell him I love him, I’ll never hold him again, or kiss him the way I’ve always imagined.

Because he’s gone.

That’s when I feel the other presence, the heartache that mirrors my own. The entity within the walls is feeling my pain, which is weird in itself, like it’s mourning my loss.

So I engage it in conversation.

You…why do you mourn my loss? I ask it in my head.

There’s no delay in the answer I receive. I have felt human loss before, it saddens me. What makes this human special?

I love him. He is everything to me…the air I breathe, the life in my body. He’s my reason for living. Is my answer.

This time there is considerable pause before it talks to me. I can bring him back for you. All I ask in return is to be allowed to stay in these walls. I have grown to like it here.

Deal. If you can save him, I will not harm you. But you can never harm me or my friends for as long as we live in this place.

The entity agrees, and I feel it join with my mind, it’s darkness seeping into my body, taking my power and my connection to Sam. I involuntarily move my hands to hover over his chest, and close my eyes as power is released from me into him.

Sam’s body shudders and suddenly he gasps, sitting upright, his lungs taking in gulps of fresh air. He coughs then looks at me, eyes wide.

And I fold my arms around his neck and kiss him.

It takes about two seconds for him to kiss me back, parting my lips with his tongue. Kissing Sam is everything I imagined and more, he tastes sweet, like cotton candy. I’m crying again, but it’s tears of joy. I eventually tear my mouth from his, needing to say three words.

“I love you.”

His response comes immediately. “I love you too YN. Always have.”

He kisses me again, leaving Dean and Charlie cheering and teasing us to get a room. I look up, and a shadowy figure smiles in my direction. The entity.

Thank you. I manage.

It nods, then fades into the walls.

@idreamofplaid @girl-next-door-writes @drkcnry67 @lyarr24

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jawritter · 4 years

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Right In Front Of You...

Request: Dean x Reader. The reader is hunting with Sam and Dean, and she is constantly getting annoyed at every single thing that Dean does. And she always acts very bad with Dean with this making dean think that she hates him. And that makes me very sad because he has feelings for her but when Dean saves her sacrificing himself from hunting gone wrong. She starts to develop feelings for him.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Reader is a bit of an asshole, language, a little bit of fluff, Implied alcohol abuse, SPN level violence. I think that’s it.

Word Count: 2300

A/N: As always all mistakes are mine! Please do not copy my work! Feedback is golden! Hope you all enjoy this one!

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You had been hunting with the Winchester now for six months, and man it had been a long six months.

You were used to hunting alone and having to hunt with people, two people to be exact, was an adjustment for you that you weren’t exactly handling all that well.

It wasn’t exactly in your nature to have to look out for two other people around you. You didn’t know how to handle the fact that there were two other possible casualties beside yourself, and it made you on edge, to say the least.

Sam keeps telling you that you will get used to it, that after a while it would become second nature, and it’s just something you would adjust to, and once it does being alone would be strange for you. You on the other hand weren’t so sure.

Sam, you probably could get along with. He wasn’t as... well…clingy.

Your problem seemed to be with Dean.

He was dominant, he was controlling, and he always acted like his idea was the best idea. He was always trying to run around acting like the Alpha male or something.

It got under your skin, you had been hunting just as long as Dean, you knew how to survive without him, and for some reason, he just treated you so fragile, at first anyway.

After about three hunts he figured out quickly that you knew what you were doing, and back down.

Some anyways.

Then it was the constant following you around, sitting next to you, wanting to always talk to you, well trying to talk to you anyway, Dean never was very good at holding a conversation with anyone, so usually, he just stands there staring at you, which honestly you found a little weird.

You didn’t like being close to people, because if you got close to people you always ended up having them ripped away from you. So it wasn’t like it was second nature to just sit and hold a conversation with someone.

Thankfully he’d finally stopped following you around like when you jumped down his throat one night after a hunt. He was trying to hover over you, wanting to help you stitch up a small cut on your arm, you were tired, and just at the end of your rope.

Maybe you shouldn’t have lost it like that with him, but at the time, you just couldn’t stand the clingy behavior anymore, and just wanted to be alone.

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“Sweetheart, let me do that, please? I’ll get it cleaned out, and stitched up if you will just let me help you.” Dean pleaded, his voice soft and honestly, it made you feel things that you didn’t want to deal with.

“No Dean, I’ve got it. Go get some food or something," you mumbled, trying to ignore him.

Dean knelt down in front of you, placing his hand lightly on your knee, you stopped what you were doing, giving him a death glare.

"Get your hands off of me, Dean,” you warned, not sure what he was doing, but you were ready to take him out if you needed to. You didn’t like how he was always so touchy with you, because that was just you, always expecting the worse, and always on the defense.

“I just want to help.”

“I DON’T WANT YOUR FUCKING HELP, DEAN!!!"

Dean shot back like he’d been slapped in the face. Literally landing on his ass.

"I don’t need you, want you, or anything else that involves you! I’m not some damsel in distress that you need to save! I’m not Sam! I can take damn care of myself, and I don’t need you to do anything for me, or because of me! For weeks now you’ve been stuck under my ass, and it’s getting on my goddamn nerves, so back the fuck off!”

Dean sat there on the floor at the foot of one of the beds in the dingy motel room, looking at you like you’d just kicked his puppy. Getting up slowly he said nothing, just grabbed the keys to Baby, avoiding making eye contact with you, and leaving you to your work.

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That was the last time Dean Winchester ever spoke to you, and that was two weeks ago.

From then on if he needed something he sent Sam to ask you for it, or to check on you. He bought himself a separate motel room when you had to stay overnight in a town for more than one day. He wouldn’t even look directly at you, at least not while you were looking at him.

He did what you asked him to do, left you alone.

It bothered you, but you couldn’t put your finger on why.

You did notice him drinking a lot more than he usually did, but hell, you all drank in this job. Getting drunk enough to go to bed at night, and hold the nightmares at bay was just part of the job description.

He became more and more distant from you as time went on, which brings you to where you are right now.

In the middle of an old abandoned house, walking up the stairs, an angle blade, and a flashlight in front of you, with Dean about three paces behind you, walking backward, and looking down the stairs.

You both knew that the demon had been taking small children, and you were both pretty sure that he was trying to either make some kind of new demon army spawned in the local town’s people’s children, or he was a really sick fuck. Either way, he needed to die.

When you made your way to the top of the landing you turned the knob on the door slowly, opening the room up at the top of the stairs. It was dark, damp, and seemingly empty. You Look behind you at Dean to see if he saw anything from his angle. Just as you turn to look at him, Dean’s eyes widen, and you feel the air shift behind you.

Before you had time to even turn to see the damn thing face to face Dean was already pushing you against the sidewall, throwing himself in front of you, just as the demon threw the angle blade in his hand, impaling it into Dean’s stomach.

Before you could even react Sam rounded the corner with Ruby’s knife, stabbing the damn thing in the neck, effectively killing it as it’s body flashed and fell to the floor.

You turned and made your way over to Dean, who was now laying on his back, a blank look threatening to cross over his face, the angel blade laying on the ground next to him that he’d obviously pulled out of his own body.

“DEAN!” you yelled, slapping the side of his face, attempting to keep him awake, your hand pressed over the profusely bleeding wound in his stomach as his piercing green eyes searched for you through the darkness that threatened to try and overtake him.

“Y/N?” he asks weakly before reaching out to you, finding the side of your face, tears streaming down it now that you didn’t even notice, grabbing the hand he had stretched out to you. His skin was pale against yours, you vaguely hear Sam yell for Cas, but nothing really registered aside from the fact that you were about to lose Dean.

Your mind was mush as you looked down into the eyes you never really allowed yourself to look into before.

You realized now how stupid you were. All this time you refused to see what was right in front of you. You pushed him away, and all he was trying to do was show you how much he truly cared about you.

“Dean, you stupid jackass why didn’t you just let it kill me?” you ask, putting your hand on the side of his face, and with the last little bit of strength he seemed to have in his body he leaned down into your hand.

“Because I couldn’t watch the woman I’m in love with die, even if she does hate me," Dean said, one big tear rolling down the side of his face. Fighting to keep his eyes open he looked at your shocked expression.

Something inside of you always knew, but for some reason your own fears and insecurities made you push him away, and now you were standing here wondering if it was too late.

"Dean, I’m so sorry. I didn’t see what was right in front of me,” you mumble to him through your own tears.

Dean’s eyes were being too close, and his skin became paler, he was losing the fight to stay conscious as Sam desperately tried to contact Cas.

“Dean wake up!!” you screamed, slapping him in the face a little harder as he struggled to look at you.

“You don’t get to tell me you love me, and then just lay down and die!”

With that, a flutter of wings sounded behind you, and two long fingers pressed down on Dean’s forehead, a blinding light appeared throughout the room.

For a moment you all thought Cas was too late until Dean’s eyes fluttered open with a deep breath.

Wrapping your arms around him as he set up on the floor you held him to you as close to you as you could, tears flowing freely now down your face as relief washed over you, you almost lost what you so stupidly pushed away, but you were never going to do that again; from now on you were going to let him in.

No one had ever given their life for you before, and you had a lot of making up to do with Dean.

You’d hurt him, you see that now, and you were determined never to do it again. You were wrong, and you almost let the best thing that ever happened to you die. One of the things you wanted the most but were too scared to let him in. It was right in front of you, it always was. Yet you almost lost it out of your own bitterness, and stupidity.

“I’m so sorry, Dean,” you whispered to him as you clung to each other as if either let the other go, then you’d both lose everything.

“Y/N s'okay, I’m stubborn too,” Dean said before a clearing of a throat behind you made you both break apart, and look up at each other.

“So, can we kill the chick flick moment, and get our asses out of here before we get caught?” Sam said, looking around you saw that Cas was already gone, leaving just the three of you.

Dean stood to his feet, still a little wobbly, but otherwise fine. You wrapped your arm around his waist to help steady him as you both made your way to Baby.

It was a quiet ride back to the motel room, and you brought Dean to your room instead of his own so that you could keep an eye on him. You didn’t want him to be away from you, now that you almost lost him you didn’t want to let him get out of eyesight.

Once you were both cleaned up and changed Dean laid down on the bed next to you, and for the first time you laid your head down on his shoulder, and let him wrap his arms around, pulling you tightly to him.

“So does this mean you don’t hate me now?” Dean asks carefully, afraid that he’d mess things up for himself again.

You looked up into the olive green eyes that you were very quickly falling in love with, or maybe you always had been, but you just wouldn’t let yourself feel it.

“I don’t hate you, Dean, I never have, I was just too afraid to let you get too close. This life that we live, it’s not really built for relationships, and everyone I’ve ever let get close I’ve lost.”

Dean looked at you knowingly. He’d lost a lot too, and you never really let yourself see how it affected him, selfishly you were only worried about yourself.

“Sweetheart, there’s a high chance one of us may die tomorrow, but we can’t be afraid to get close to people just because we’re scared to lose them. I’ve lost just about everyone I’ve ever loved, but I can’t not love you, I have since the moment I met you, and I will as long as I’m breathing.”

You swallowed hard, trying to think of what to say.

“I love you too Dean, but I’m going to need time to get used to this, whatever it is that we are."

Dean pressed his lips lightly to yours for the first time in a soft, gentle kiss that spread warmth through you like you’d never felt before, and peace washes over you for the first time in years.

"We’ll take it one day at a time, there’s no rush,” he said to you as he pulled the covers tighter around the two of you, exhaustion of the day getting the better of the both of you.

You didn’t know what tomorrow will bring, you may get him ripped away from you before the sun comes up, but he was right about one thing, you could take it one day at a time, for as long as you had. Even though it wouldn’t be easy, it would be worth it.

You loved each other, and he’d already proven that he’d die for you, so you weren’t going to be an idiot and let him slip away. This was it, this was where you were meant to be, right here in his arms. This was the home you were looking for, and it was always right there in front of you.

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fallinfor-youreyes · 4 years

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14, 46 or 47 from brightwell please? ♥️ help a girl out during quarantine please, your writing is my saving grace

46. Argument leading to kissing

Happy quarantine babes, I hope everyone is staying safe and healthy!

“You can’t keep doing this,” Dani says, her eyes scanning down his face and across his shoulders, down, down, down until they fall on his trembling hands.

“We caught the guy, didn’t we,” Malcolm tries to offer her a smile but her glare only grows. Before she can say anything else the EMT scrambles over and starts shining the world’s brightest fucking flashlight in his eyes, and someone else is gently probing his sprained wrist, and when his eyes finally settle back down, Dani is gone.

But Gil is there, disappointment and worry clear on his face, and Malcolm thinks he might be getting too used to that look on Gil’s face.

Which does make him feel a little bit guilty.

“You okay, kid?” Gil asks, and Malcolm shrugs.

“Wrist hurts. Concussion. But we caught the guy.” He tries to sound optimistic, but Gil’s frown deepens.

“We’ll talk about this when your head is better. I’ll get Dani to take you home.” Gil puts a hand on shoulder, and Malcolm’s guilt somehow grows from the gesture. “You have to stop doing this, Bright.”

“I know,” he lies, because it’s what Gil needs to hear, but Malcolm knows if he can help save someone’s life, he would put himself in danger again and again.

“No.” Dani is suddenly there, and she still has a smear of blood on her cheek, but her arms are crossed and she’s glaring so hard at Gil that Malcolm is almost worried for him.

“Get JT to do it, or you do it. I’m not his keeper, I’m not taking him home, again.” Her eyes slide over to him, and somehow her glare intensifies, but there’s also something else behind her eyes, something he can’t quite place, but she’s back to fighting with Gil before he can catalog it.

“Dani, please. JT is already taking the culprit back to the station, and I have to stay here to smooth things over with the news crews, I promise this is the last time I’ll ask.”

Malcolm watches her worry her teeth over her bottom lip before rolling her eyes. “I’m not doing this again,” she says, and then she walking right past him to her car.

Gils sighs and rubs his hand down his face before waving to Malcolm. “Go get some sleep. Try not to annoy Dani into murdering you, please.” Gil helps him over to the car, and then grabs his shoulder again. “I mean it, Bright, you have to stop doing this.”

Malcolm nods, mainly because he doesn’t have it in him to lie again. And then, he’s in the car and Dani is refusing to look at him, so instead he stares at his hands, and they are silent the entire ride.

He knows she’s mad. In the same way that Gil is mad, because he doesn’t care about his own safety, because he willingly puts himself in dangerous situations because a part of him feels like he deserves it, because she told him to wait for her, but he went in alone anyway.

She pulls to the curb outside his house and she still won’t look at him, and he knows he deserves this, knows this is his fault, knows she has every right to be mad at him, but part of him is still stuck on that look in her eyes he wasn’t able to catch. The part of her that might not be as mad at him as the rest.

But his head hurts. His brain can’t focus and his wrist is also mad at him for getting hurt again, and she’s mad enough at him that he knows he should leave it be.

So he does, because, maybe, he’s starting to learn a little bit of self-control.

“Thanks for driving me home,” he says, pasting on a smile that he hopes doesn’t look deranged.

Dani cracks her knuckles but is still staring straight out the windshield, so he nods and fumbles with his seatbelt and then the door, and he still cannot get his thoughts in order. He thinks he should apologize.

He thinks that might make her even more upset.

“I’ll see you when they clear me. Drive safe.” He gets out of the car and sighs, trying to force his brain into an active state, but all is does is hurt.

He’s halfway to his door when he hears the car door slam shut and then Dani is standing next to him, arms crossed and eyes still staring straight ahead. “Gil would be pissed if I let you fall down the stairs and kill yourself.” She stuffs her hands in her pockets. “Lead the way.”

Malcolm can’t help the little bubble of relief building in his chest, but he tries his best not to show it.

They make their way upstairs and he fumbles for the lights before shrugging off his coat, pausing to let Sunshine out of her cage as Dani just hovers at the door, twisting her fingers and staring at the space between them.

He’s inside, and he’s safe, and she’s done her job, but she’s still standing there and the look in her eyes that he’s unable to place is back.

Malcolm pulls out everything to make some tea, and he hear Dani sigh and drop her coat on the back of the couch and then she’s standing in front of him, anger rippling off her.

“Why don’t you listen when Gil says to wait?” There’s a slight tremble to her voice, and she’s pressing her hands together hard enough that he’s almost afraid she’s going to hurt herself.

“I’ve never been good at listening,” he says, trying to keep his voice light, trying to make this anything but what it is.

He doesn’t know how to lie to her.

He doesn’t know how to tell her he deserves the pain he goes through.

“No, fuck Bright, no. That’s not what this is about!” She runs her hand through her hair and then she’s on the other side of the counter. “You do this on purpose. Every time you put yourself into danger!”

“If we wait, someone else could get hurt.”

“If I’m too worried about keeping you safe, they can hurt anyway!”

“You shouldn’t worry about me, Dani,” he says. Her face falls, the fight slipping right out of her features, and he knows they are sort of having an argument right now, but the look in her eyes makes him want to give her a hug.

“But I do, you asshole.” She half heartedly pushes his shoulder, and then he’s pulling her closer, until she’s close enough that he gently presses their foreheads together, and she’s still not looking at him.

“I’m sorry. I’ll try to get better at listening.”

Dani rolls her eyes, but the anger is no longer there. “You won’t. I don’t know why you do it, or why you won’t talk to me, but I know you, and I know you won’t.” She presses the tips of her fingers against his chest, and she takes a shaky breath. “I don’t want to worry about you, but you make it literally impossible not too.”

“I know i’m infuriating. I just never learned any differently.”

Dani rolls her eyes again. “Bad excuse. Try again.”

She’s pressed against him and he can feel her heartbeat through his fingertips against her wrist, and they are technically still fighting, but he wants to kiss her. He wants to kiss her and promise that he will do better, that he will try to take his own safety into account, if that’s what it takes to make her happy.

He doesn’t want to lie to her. He doesn’t want to lie to Gil anymore, or his mother, or even to himself.

“I never wanted to learn any differently,” he says, the truth soft and foreign in his mouth.

“What changed?” she asks, eyes wide and too close for him to not be able to read. She’s worried about him.

The something he wasn’t able to catch earlier. She cares about him. And she doesn’t know what to do with that.

You.

He can’t say that. He knows he can’t say that because she literally was yelling at him not 5 minutes ago, and whatever they are is fragile.

But she cares about him. And he cares about her. More than he would ever admit.

“Someone decided to take away my free rides home if I ever get hurt again, and I think I’m allergic to ubers,” he says, pulling away from whatever this could be.

“Oh, my god, you idiot,” Dani says, taking his cue and pulling away as well, but as she does, he realizes he’s not ready to let her go just yet.

Malcolm’s hand catches her sleeve and the smile drops from her lips, her eyes finding his in an instant.

“You’re such an idiot,” she says again, but this time she’s moving closer and her hand comes up to cup his chin, and the next thing he knows he is kissing Dani Powell in his kitchen, and he thinks she might still be mad at him, and he knows he needs to work on being less of a danger to himself and the team, but Dani’s mouth is on his and he cannot think about anything else.

She pulls back too soon, inhaling a shaky breath before running her fingertips down his cheek.

“I’m still mad at you for putting yourself in danger.”

He nods, and she knocks her nose against his, her other hand knotting itself in his sweater.

“I know.”

She slowly, carefully presses her mouth against his again, and he’s pretty sure this is going to be what kills him.

“And I’m still not driving you home when you hurt yourself again.”

He smiles against her lips, and her fingers tighten around his shoulder.

“What about when I don’t hurt myself?”

She gasps, and he can’t help but use that moment to scoop her onto the stool.

“Malcolm, I’m never driving you home again,” she teases as he pulls away so he can start to kiss his way down her neck.

“Noted. I’ll keep that in mind.”

She wraps her legs around his and tugs him close, pulling his face back up to hers.

Dani stops, just before their lips connect again, her hands sliding down his jaw. “Malcolm.”

“Dani.”

“I hate arguing with you.”

He swallows, and her eyes trace the movement, and the moment feels too soft, too fragile to do anything rash. So he kisses her forehead, and she sighs, tugging him closer again.

“I know.”

She sighs again, and taps her fingers against his cheek. “I hate that i worry about you.”

He squeezes her hip, once, twice.

“I know,” he says, a smile threatening to split his face in two. “I want to try to be better.”

Her eyes find his, wide and scared and just a tiny bit full of something he thinks he can catalog as caring.

“I want to try for you.”

Dani rolls her eyes, and he thinks he could fall in love with her eyes rolls, but then her lips are back on his and he’s not going to let himself worry about anything else for the moment.

Because he is going to try. He wants to try.

Because Dani thinks he can be a better partner, a better friend, a better man.

And damn if he isn’t going to try to prove her right.

#prodigal son #prodigal son fic #brightwell #brightwell fic #malcolm bright #Dani powell #pson fic #pson #anonymous #asks #anon you make me smile :)#will i ever write a fic that is not in his apartment? the world may never know #also argument is used lightly here i can't actually write fights #accidentally got longer than expected #my fic

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shirtlesssammy · 4 years

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6x01: Exile on Main St.

Then:

The Apocalypse that didn’t stick

Now:

One year later, Dean’s living his apple pie life.

We get a glimpse into that life: Cut with memories of Dean’s former life, we see Dean make breakfast for Ben, work construction, share brewskies with neighbors, show Ben the ropes of car maintenance, and check the perimeter of his home (because that’s what war veterans do when they have severe and unchecked PTSD.) He’s got a very soft life, but he still keeps a shotgun and holy water under his bed.

He’s out having a beer with his neighbor, and his neighbor wants all the details of his life before suburbia. Dean gives a cover story of “Pest control.”

The waitress gives Dean her number (and who can blame a girl for trying?), but Dean’s taken and he tears the number up. Later, when leaving the bar, Dean hears a scream in the distance. With a flashlight in hand, he goes to investigate.

It’s pigeons! No, wait, there are claw marks and blood on the wall.

Later, he’s scanning the police dispatches and on the phone with the cops. Lisa walks in and Dean covers by saying he’s setting up a poker game. At 11:30pm.

Dean checks the perimeter before going to bed.

While driving the next day, he sees claw marks on a telephone pole. He pulls over and finds shredded sheets in someone’s backyard. He heads for the garden shed, gun drawn. It also has claw marks, and something is inside.

It’s Dean’s #1 Nemesis, a Yorkie!

The dog takes off, and Dean’s neighbor sees Dean with a gun. His cover this time: “Possums kill.” Good one, Dean! Dean then sees sulfur on the shed floor.

He rushes home to load up on supplies. Lisa walks into the garage, and Dean acts like he’s just grabbing a hammer. She asks about the dog, and then asks if he’s hunting something. He admits to his OCD about this situation, asks her to go to the movies with Ben, and he’ll do one final check in the area. He’s definitely downplaying what he thinks is happening.

After Lisa leaves, he starts looking through his dad’s journal, but stops when the lights start to flicker and he hears a noise. He turns to see Azazel right beside him. Azazel mocks Dean and tells him that God brought Cas back, why not him? “Add a little spice to all that sugar.” Wow, never paid attention to that line before. Dean shoots him but it does nothing. Azazel puts Dean in a choke hold. “You can’t outrun your past,” he tells Dean. And just before he passes out, Sam (!) comes behind Azazel and stabs him with a syringe of something.

Dean comes to in a derelict building and Sam, or something looking like Sam is with him.

Sam tells Dean that he was poisoned and what he’s been seeing isn’t real. He’s real though. Of course! He goes through the silver/holy water/salt routine and passes with flying colors.

Dean hugs his brother. He doesn’t quite believe it though. Sam has no clue how he’s back. “Was it God, or Cas?” Dean wonders. Yes.

Cas isn’t answering Sam’s prayers.

Sam then admits to being back about a year. EEESH. Something seems off about our Moose. Ahem. He tells Dean that he deserves a regular life (YOU BOTH DO.) and that he’s been hunting this whole time with --family. Dean meets Gwen, Parker Lewis Christian, and Mark...Campbell. They’re all distant cousins of Mary’s. And then the real surprise walks in: Samual Campbell, Mary’s long dead father.

Every now and again, I have to stop and take a moment to think about the fact that Walter Skinner is Sam and Dean’s grandfather and my little fandom mind just explodes. It’s like that time that Sam Beckett dated Murphy Brown. I swear.

Dean needs a moment too, because multiple unexplained resurrections in one day is A LOT.

Dean is 100% freaked out by all the revelations. Sam adds one more to the pile. A few days prior, he was attacked by a djinn and they think the same djinn is after Dean. Oh, and djinn totally blend into all of humankind now - visible markings are now optional. Samuel happens to know a cure for djinn poison. “Stick around and I’ll show you tricks your daddy never dreamed of!” Samuel promises chirpily. Aaaaand suddenly I gain a greater understanding of the kind of bullshit posturing Mary put up with from the men in her life. Dean realizes that djinn gunning for him means that Lisa and Ben are also in the crosshairs. He and Sam race back to Lisa’s house.

Outside the house, Campbell cousin #??? sits dead in his car. The door to the house stands open and nobody answers Dean’s calls. Dean’s busy ascending to the ninth plane of freaked out when Lisa returns. Dean gives her a MEGA hug and then orders everyone to pack their bags for a little trip. Lisa is shocked to see Not-At-All-Dead Sam. Welcome to the supernatural, Lisa!

Bobby answers his door with a soft “damn it” because he knows that Dean’s presence means things have gone cockeyed.

Bobby shoos them upstairs where they have “plenty of Reader’s Digests” on hand to entertain them. JUST LIKE THAT I am transported to my grandma’s farmhouse and the stacks of Reader’s Digests we’d go through during our visits. Thanks for being so goddamn old, Bobby!

Bobby and Sam greet each other casually and Dean realizes that those two yahoos have been keeping the truth of Sam’s resurrection from him for...A YEAR. A yeAr.

Bobby explains that he was thrilled that Dean escaped the life and tried to do whatever he could to let Dean keep that. (Crying noise crying noise) Dean reveals that his apple pie life was anything but...he drank too much, had nightmares, and researched lore like crazy to find a way to spring Sam from the cage.

Lisa heads downstairs and Dean tells her he’s headed back to the house with Sam to hunt the djinn that attacked him. He apologizes to Lisa for bringing monsters back into her life. “You can’t outrun your past,” he says and she immediately sees through the lines.

“You’re saying goodbye,” Lisa surmises.

Readers of this blog know that I am TEAM LISA, which means that I love her very much and wish her every happiness in life. She stands up for what she wants. “You're always so amazing with Ben. You know what I wanted more than anything was a guy that Ben could look up to...like a dad. So, you're saying it's all bad, Dean? 'Cause it was the best year of my life.” Oof.

Sam and Dean return to Campbell headquarters and the Campbells are just a tiny sea of smug assholes. They needle Dean about his time away from hunting. Dean takes this needling EXTREMELY WELL, and offers himself up as bait for the hunt.

At Lisa’s house, the Campbells scoff and smirk at their various belongings. A magazine! A framed photograph! What frivolity! Such decadence! Sam discovers golf clubs though, and even I have to take a moment to drink in the image of Dean on a golf course.

Samuel approaches Dean (who is very much on guard at this point) and tells him that Dean reminds him of Mary. She wanted a normal life too. Excuse me while I cry in your FACES. Samuel also drops that the supernatural world has been going bonkers lately. It’s keeping hunters busier than ever. If Dean joined the hunt again he could really make a difference.

Dean heads outside for a status check with Campbell cousin #?!? and learns that there are three djinn lurking in the distance. They won’t approach until Sam and Dean are alone, so Dean orders the Campbells to clear out.

Sam uses the wait to ask Dean how he’s doing.

Dean’s NOT GREAT but he still asks Sam how Hell was and if he wants to talk. Great idea! Keep the conversation light and nontraumatic for both of you! Sam pushes away those concerns - he’s FINE. Just then, Dean happens to glance out the window and sees djinn attacking his neighbors. Dean rushes the antidote over to Sid and his wife, but two djinn grab ahold of him, smash the antidote, and start to poison him. Dean falls to their thrall.

Sam beats the stuffing out of another djinn with a golf club only to find himself confronted with the other two who’d attacked Dean.

Meanwhile, Dean’s busy trying to sort out reality from djinn-soaked fiction. He sees the djinn confronting Sam in the house next door and outside he spots Lisa and Ben. Azazel suddenly appears to spice up the pot.

Dean “wakes up” in Ben’s room. Lisa gets drawn to the ceiling to suffer Azazel’s favorite kill while Ben drinks his blood. The room explodes in fire.

Dean continues to do VERY POORLY while Sam works to fight off the last two djinn. Samuel arrives and kills a djinn. He shoos Sam off to help Dean and he and another Campbell capture (but don’t kill) the last djinn. We’ll see her again near the end of the season!

Later, Dean tells Sam that he’s going to head back to collect Lisa and Ben. Sam’s doubtful about this plan. He tells Dean that he’ll put them in danger if he stays with them. Besides, Sam wants Dean hunting by his side again. Dean “cares” about helping the victims and Sam “wouldn’t even think to try.” This makes ZERO sense to Dean, but Sam insists that it’s true. Dean shakes it off and hands Sam the keys to the Impala. “She should be hunting. Take her.” Sam turns it down. OUCH.

Sam heads out to hunt with his band of merry Campbells, and Dean is FINE with it.

I’m Still Hallucinating These Quotes:

Did you almost shoot a Yorkie?

Careful's my middle name

If you're here, something's wrong

You can't outrun your past

The guy that basically just saved the world shows up at your door? You expect him to have a couple of issues

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dopescotlandwarrior · 4 years

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Unforgettable-Chapter Six

Also on AO3 A special thanks to @statell for all your help

Chapter Six

Jamie’s eyes slammed open. What the hell was that, he wondered. He wasn’t familiar with the local fauna, but he was quite sure something just crawled off of his arm. Christ, is it climbing on Claire?

Jamie pulled his mini light and rolled onto one elbow to check Claire. He moved the light over her arms, stomach, and legs but saw nothing crawling on her. He moved the light up her body and almost dropped it when he saw her eyes open.

“Sassenach! I came to get ye, don’t be afraid, it's me, Jamie. Joe, and Kevin are right here. Can ye say somethin to me?

He waited and tried to look relaxed and calm but watched her eyes. She stared at him with growing recollection and then closed her eyes and sobbed. Her hand latched onto Jamie’s arm in a death grip and rolled toward him crying into his upper arm. Jamie carefully moved closer to her and put the light between them so he could hold her with the other arm. He let her cry and told her everything was alright, he would get her out, not to worry.

She looked up at his face and tried to touch his cheek with her good arm, but her hand shook violently, and she put it down. They just looked at each other for a minute before her eyes closed again and she was asleep.

Waking up was hugely important, a genuine improvement in her prognosis. Jamie checked her heart rate and it was improving as well. She needed to wake up and drink, that became his mission for daybreak. He laid down touching her side with his.

John stretched his neck and noticed his headache was finally gone. The heavy drinking the night before, followed by the mad dash to the rendezvous in Mexico had taken a lot out of him and he needed to sleep or would be of no use for Jamie tomorrow. It took almost an hour, but he secured a tight string lacing it through the rocks on both sides of the entrance that lead back to his position, then tied it to his finger. His rifle was set on its stand in front of him. He laid back against a rock and closed his eyes and was gone in under a minute.

Before dawn, four men moved quietly toward the hill and climbed to the level of the cave without making a sound. They were given the directive to kill the escapees or be killed themselves. The man in the lead tripped the string and John’s eyes opened and focused in seconds, moving silently forward the laser sight was turned on the men giving him precious seconds to count them and shoot three while the fourth dove into the cave.

Jamie heard the spit of John’s gun and was ready if one of the men breached the cave. He let the man get closer before running his flashlight up his body and directly into his eyes followed by his boot driving into his neck, crushing his larynx and dropping him. Jamie pulled the man up by his head and broke his neck. John’s flashlight beam moved to the dead man.

“Sorry, I got three of them, but this asshole just dove in.”

“It’s good John, I heard yer first shot, I was ready for him. Including these, how many?”

“Fifteen.”

“They arna done, they may never be done throwin lives at us to cut down until we run out of bullets. We need to move to a new location tonight. I will search for a place at sunrise and we move as soon as its dark.”

Jamie looked at John and remembered he was falling down drunk not thirty hours ago. “Get some rest John, ye must be dead on yer feet.

John popped a Dexedrine in his mouth and swallowed with water from a canteen. “I got a few winks. I set up a trigger line and it worked perfectly.”

“Glad to hear it friend. If I was commanding that group, I would send a second wave, close enough to watch and learn before moving on us. I’d expect them soon.”

“Now that my trip line is broken, I’m glad I have these.” John pulled his night vision goggles on.

“You watch the entrance, I will watch the other side and above. I’m runnin a razor wire along the top as far as I can, and I’ll take any man close enough to reach. Two whistles, they’re comin from above ye, one, they’re comin from the other side.”

Jamie pulled his night vision goggles on and left.

John moved his flashlight along the cave floor and saw three people sleeping. “We are impressively quiet if I do say so myself.”

The only good thing about a pitch-black night is it’s easy to move around without being seen. Jamie was able to run the wire in a short time before taking a position on the other side of the hill. There was something coming, he could feel it, he was ready for it. He looked down and saw five men moving toward the hill on his side. Alerting John would take his eyes off the entrance. Jamie went low in the dark and waited for them, ducking when their flashlight beam swept the rocks. He let them turn toward the cave before he grabbed the last man in line, then the next, and another. One sharp whistle and John’s laser sight picked off the other two.

Jamie and John pulled the weapons and bullets from the dead. The man in the lead was draped in grenades and one in his hand. The weapon pile was growing.

Joe heard Claire crying and felt his way towards her, whispering he was there. She kissed his hand over and over saying she thought she was alone and had dreamed Jamie was here. Joe held her hand and spoke quietly asking her to be silent. He laid down next to her and spoke close to her ear.

“Jamie is here Claire, he will get us out. He treated your wound and saved your life. He came with another guy named John, he’s a sniper and basically shot their way into us. I don’t think they’re in the cave so there must be rebels out there. Please don’t make a sound.”

Joe was happy with his explanation, but Claire was utterly confused. Her physician boyfriend, mild-mannered, shot his way into the jungle to save her? She heard footsteps coming and started to shake. When the cave lit up, she closed her eyes and remained still. She heard Jamie talking to Joe one minute then his large warm hands were on her cheek the next. He pulled her wrist to him and spoke to someone else while his finger pressed her pulse point. She was able to see the others and when she looked at John, he winked at her.

“Good morning sunshine!”

Jamie’s head whipped toward her and his smile was blinding. He kissed her hand and set it down before grabbing a canteen.

“I’m gonna help ye sit up, very carefully, so ye dinna start bleedin. I think we were able to save her arm, but it must stay still. Once yer up, ye must drink as much as possible from the canteen. Alright Sassenach, here we go.”

Jamie pulled her up slowly and asked Joe to sit back to back behind her. She raised the canteen and drank greedily from it. When it was empty she was still terribly thirsty and reached out for more.

“Not yet Sassenach. You need more but ye must keep that down first.”

Jamie could see her blood pressure bottom out but had her firmly in hand before she passed out. He laid her down and wrapped the deflated cuff of his field sphygmomanometer around her arm to monitor her blood pressure. She had to start drinking, and soon.

Jamie left as soon as the sun came up, to scout a new location. He knew Claire would be limited in how far she could walk but it had to be far enough to give them just a couple more days. He planned to get the group to the ocean where they could hire a boat that would take them to Mexico. Jamie cursed the timing. His attempts to get support from his own group had fallen on deaf ears. The commander had gone dark eight days ago, so the request was sent up the chain of command. He knew why they were stonewalling his request because it was a rogue mission. He knew punishment was coming but, in the meantime, send a god damn helicopter, he reasoned. Jamie scanned the area, looking for anything that might shelter the group. The movement in his peripheral vision made him crouch into the vegetation and focus on the area.

Ten minutes with no more movement pushed Jamie to continue. It might be dangerous to have the company of an unknown man, but there was little time so he would take his chances. An hour later, he was ready to turn around when he saw a perfect place and almost collapsed with relief. An abandoned barn with a second story hayloft built up against a wall of rock that was at least one hundred feet. It was an odd landmass to see out here like it didn’t belong, but it eliminated one side of entry for the enemy and he would take it. He ran to the structure finding a burned home on the property and not a speck of trash or graffiti that would suggest other people were here. It was perfect.

He turned and sprinted back, watching for movement ahead and slipping into thoughts of Claire that overshadowed his caution making him an easy target for the one waiting in the shadows. Jamie ran right by the man and was out of sight in minutes.

The man stood from his crouch and turned around running smack into Jamie’s chest. Strong arms moved around him so fast he was completely helpless in seconds. Jamie spit on his finger and rubbed the man’s neck.

“Yer Caucasian under all that filth so I’ll give ye three seconds to say yer name before I break yer neck. Times up.” Jamie grabbed the man’s chin and he screamed out to stop him.

“Anderson! I’m doctor Cutter Anderson, American, field hospital staff, please!”

Jamie let him go and stepped back. “My apologies doctor Anderson.” He looked straight ahead giving the man a moment to collect himself.

Claire opened her eyes in the dimly lit cave. She looked around and held her hand out to Joe who came to her immediately. He checked her heart rate and skin response, pleased at both.

“Thirsty, Joe, drink now.”

“Ah crap, c’mon Jamie, hurry up. Claire, I don’t know if it’s safe to drink more yet, Jamie said to wait.”

“Jamie.”

She looked so confused Joe’s heart broke watching her struggle.

“Claire, Jamie is here with another soldier who’s a sniper. John, the other guy, said they’ve killed twenty rebels who were trying to get to us. We’re being hunted Claire because we are witnesses to the massacre. We need to move from here tonight and Jamie is looking for a place to go. He will be back soon. Oh, no, Claire don’t cry baby, please. We’re gonna be okay so don’t cry.”

Joe held her good hand and told her stories of his youth, just to get her mind off their dire circumstances. If he looked at her eyes it threatened to break him inside, so he didn’t look. When Claire fell asleep again Joe went looking for John. He stood outside the entrance in the sunshine and waved his arms until he heard a thump behind him and spun around to see the dark eyes of John Grey. He was pushed unceremoniously into the cave with angry eyes a few inches from his own.

“Do you want to be shot you idiot? They know where we are, they want us dead, they’re waiting for dark unless they get lucky and someone steps out and waves his arms. John brought Joe’s face right next to his with an arm around his neck. “Can’t you feel it, Joe? The air is electric, like static electricity, multiplied by the number of killers who lay in wait to gut you.”

Joe pushed away from John with murder in his eyes. He didn’t want to know. He couldn’t cope with knowing and he was losing it. Kevin grabbed him and pulled him away giving a sharp eye to John who pulled a piece of jerky from his pocket and started chewing. He sauntered toward the opening and walked outside.

Jamie stood in front of the stranger, eyes forward, a granite chin, and waited for three minutes.

“I must inform you that I will interrogate you. Answer me falsely and I rip yer throat out. If ye are no who ye say ye are I will send ye to hell in under a minute. Are ye ready sir?”

The man looked scared out of his mind but nodded yes.

“The name of yer hospital?” “The date of the attack?” “How did ye get away?” “Who was yer scrub nurse?” “She had two friends, who were they?” “What is the baby’s name?” “Your nurse had a man who helped her, what was his name?”

“James Fraser, but how could you ever know if that is true?”

“Because sir, I am James Fraser.”

Instantly Jamie’s body relaxed, and he made eye contact with the doctor shaking his hand. “We will all want to hear about yer miraculous escape but first we need to get back.”

“Back where, who is we all, what are you doing here Doctor Fraser?”

He could see the unbridled hope in Cutter’s eyes. Hope that someone else ran to freedom.

“Claire, Joe, and Kevin are not far. It’s time to run so keep up.”

Joe and Kevin stayed close to Claire giving her what comfort they could. She cried most of the time making them both feel completely helpless to calm her.

“Cutter. Where is Cutter?”

Joe ran his hand down her arm and held her hand. “I’m so sorry Claire.”

Her moan sounded like a wounded cat and both men pleaded with her to keep silent. Her sobs were racking her body, but she kept them quiet. Finally, her exhaustion took her away from the horrors in her head. Joe sighed in relief when he saw her eyes close. Kevin pulled him to the ground and held him still until he relaxed. They slept with Claire.

Jamie was anxious to get back to Claire and his sprint was more than Cutter could sustain. Jamie knew the moment he fell and finally stopped. He walked back to Cutter and pulled him to his feet.

“We’re close to the cave, so we walk silently.”

Jamie looked at Cutter’s pale face and sunken cheeks. “We have food and drink, ye’ll feel better before we put life and limb on the line tonight and bug out. He pulled the doctor along, very anxious to see Claire. Jamie whistled three times through his teeth and started the climb to the cave. Cutter looked up just in time to see a body drop down from the rocks, nose to nose with Jamie.

“Where have you been? Dinner is cold and the kids have been horrible, I’m going to my mother’s.” John spun on his heel and marched the small party into the cave. All three people inside looked up at Cutter wondering who he was and hoping he was here to get them out. Jamie dropped to his love and looked at her eyes trying to assess her presence of mind today.

“Thirsty, Jamie, tell Cutter to hand me a canteen, please, so thirsty.”

Joe and Kevin stood up and looked closer at the stranger. After hearing Claire they had to look.

A white smile spread across Cutter’s face and he grabbed them both laughing as quietly as possible. Incredulous faces, huge smiles, and shaking heads. Jamie pulled Claire up slowly and asked Joe to give her support, then eased her down on his back. Cutter dropped to Jamie’s side and winked at Claire.

“I’ve never been so happy to see three goofy nurses in all my life, especially you sweet pea.”

“No thanks to you, we had to escape on our own.” Claire suddenly stopped, Kevin saw them shoot you, how…how are you here?”

“A story for another time pea. Your boyfriend got the drop on me and seconds before he killed me, asked me some questions about you three. An experience I will never forget.”

Claire drank greedily from the canteen and Jamie’s hand pulled it away every other minute. When John called him, Cutter took the canteen from him. Jamie felt hollow watching Claire and Cutter and he kept them in his peripheral vision. Knowing Claire’s sexual appetite, he assumed Cutter was her lover and he needed to pound into the rock until he felt only the pain in his hands.

“Steady brother. Are we leaving tonight, and will there be a duel for the lady?”

“Yes, we leave tonight. Claire won’t make it without resting. You take the others and I will hunker down with Claire, even if she has to sleep for several hours, we’ll get there and it will flush them out.”

“I’m down for another ten, just stay hidden and move when you hear the spits.”

They both knew there were eyes on the group every minute of the day. The fact Claire would move slower and build the distance between her and Jamie and the rest of the group, would facilitate them getting away without leading the enemy to their new door. Problem was, Claire was in the cross-hairs while she limped along. By the time the rebels were tired of her pace, they would need her alive because they lost the others. John would circle back and kill them all, leaving no witnesses to their direction. In a perfect world, this would work.

Jamie was conflicted and had to clear his mind or lose it, before an impossible mission.

“Cutter, come with me, I’ll show ye the route we’re takin. John, can we get some cover?”

“Better than the arms of angels gentlemen.”

It was starting to sink into Cutter’s reality, what Jamie wanted. He was a brave man to ask for a truth that could break him, but there he stood, just as courageous as he did against the enemy.

“I need to know Cutter. I have nothin to forgive either of ye, we have never been exclusive. So dinna fear, she isna mine. I half expect her to follow Joe to his next post and wave goodbye at a Mexican airport. Please, don’t leave me to my imagination, it will be far worse than the truth.”

Cutter looked at Jamie, standing straight, eyes forward braced for the pain. In that moment, his admiration made it easy to tell the story of having Claire glued at the hip for the past nine months.

“She was my scrub nurse Jamie, we spent more time together than any two people on the base. I was blown away by her skill and courage in the OR. My wife, who left me about three months before I came to Honduras, made contact and we pledged our lives to each other again. I love that woman more than my own life and I am near coming out of my skin waiting to get home. Ten Claires dancing naked in front of me could not pull me away. Have you ever loved someone that much?

“Aye.”

This was not what Jamie expected and he exhaled but remained steadfast. “Are ye sayin ye never touched her? You dinna love her?”

“Oh no, can’t say that. I remember seeing her, arms full of boxes, trying hard not to drop one on her way to the supply room. I couldn’t resist the opportunity, so I ambushed her, kissed her right on the mouth. Before I could get a safe distance, the boxes were dropped and she swung at me with a closed fist, almost knocking me down. She loosened one of my molars! She didn’t even say sorry, just stalked off to her room. The next day she glared at me through a very long shift in the OR.”

Jamie wasn’t feeling murderous now, he felt bubbling happiness and pride in the spitfire.

“The next time I kissed her,” Jamie leveled a stare at the man that suggested he was about to lose his life. Undeterred, Cutter continued. “I really believed I had enough time to move away from the fist. So I ambushed her again, from around a corner, laying a smacker on her lips and ducking quickly. I didn’t expect her lower leg would make contact with my balls and this time she put her nose in the air and left me on the floor.”

Jamie couldn’t help himself, he laughed at the image in his mind. He was flooded with relief and love for Claire that almost hurt. He looked at Cutter with such gratitude.

“For the hundreds of minutes not accounted for in my little story, we were a team, I knew where she was every minute of the day. Aside from the two love birds she’s attached to, Claire spent her time with Luna, and came to terms with her feelings for you. Don’t sell her short Jamie. She has a wild spirit that wants to tether itself to the one man she sees as worthy. Let her come, don’t push her away. Are we good?”

“We’re good sir and thank ye.”

Jamie led the way to the cave and suddenly pushed back against Cutter to stop the progress inside. He entered silently and stood behind a man screaming at Claire to get up. Joe and Kevin had their hands in the air. Jamie slipped a garrote out of his pocket and when the man bent over to scream at Claire it slipped around his neck and slowly strangled the life out of him. The man was pushed along by Jamie’s knee as his body thrashed and his eyes bugged out.

“Gentlemen, this maggot came here to kill ye, have ye got something to give for his troubles?”

Joe smashed his fist into the man’s face and blood gushed from his mouth. Kevin gave an impressive kick to his groin that pushed his balls painfully into his body and the man collapsed from the pain. Jamie dragged him outside and looked up for John while he strangled the rebel.

Jamie heard John drop behind him.

“Jesus Christ Jamie, you were twenty feet from the entrance, I used the time to scout. How the fuck did this idiot get into the cave?”

Jamie gave a powerful tug sinking the wire deep into the man’s neck before he dropped him.

“It’s my fault, John. I was distracted, it’s my fault.”

Claire had three men sitting close to her trying to cheer her up, but she kept her troubled eyes on the entrance to the cave. When she saw Jamie come in her body relaxed and she smiled at him. It wasn’t lost on her friends who moved away to the other side of the cave.

Jamie looked into her eyes that were smiling along with her mouth. He had so much to say and he pushed back on that impulse with herculean strength.

“We need to move tonight, Claire, or they will overpower us and kill us all. We dinna have a choice. You will move slower and need rest breaks as we go. I’ll be right there with ye but there's somethin you need to know.” Jamie cleared his throat. “There will be men watching our every move. They will follow to see where the next hiddin place is. You are the one that will hold them back from the others because they want to stay hidden. Yer first two stops will be tolerated but they will figure out they have lost the chance to follow the others. They will have a choice. To let their anger win and shoot ye in the back, or wait it out and follow ye to the others. John will circle back and kill them all.”

“Unless they give in to their anger, right?”

“Listen to me, Claire. If you dinna want to do this I will hide ye in vegetation. They will follow the others and we will have the same fight on our hands as we do now. I’m sorry mo chridhe. It’s your call love.”

She looked up at Jamie, “who do you put your money on?”

“Us. By the time they figure out they have lost the others, they will be forced to follow ye, so no killin.”

“Okay then.” She took a deep breath. “This will require its own chapter when I write my memoirs.”

“No, Sassenach.” He touched her cheek and looked sad. “John and I are invisible to the public, so is everyone I work with. I’m sorry for this but ye will be threatened with the pain of death if ye ever speak of it. Nothin I can do to protect ye from that. I know ye’ll be fine once ye realize this secret will go to the grave with ye.”

“The crease between her eyes meant she understood this was way bigger than her, “it’s okay, I’m not much of a writer anyway,” she whispered.

An hour after sunset, John swooped into the cave shaking his head no and pulling off his goggles. The food and water were distributed among the men to carry and quick instructions were given. There was so much tension in the air John decided to move them out before they imploded. Claire and Jamie were at the back.

“I feel good Jamie,” Claire whispered with a smile. An hour later she was clinging to Jamie with her one good arm and lurching forward from exhaustion. Jamie pulled her into the brush making her lay flat, head on his lap. After resting for an hour, he asked if she could go on. Claire knew she couldn’t. She was filled with fear she would get everyone killed. She struggled against her tears and bravely took a step forward.

Jamie heard her sniffling and it broke his heart. As soon as he heard the spit of John’s rifle, he pulled Claire into his arms and ran until something stopped him. A clump of large bushes by the feel of it. He pushed into them and sank to his knees. Claire dropped her legs to either side of his lap keeping her head down. Jamie felt safe here for the time being. He whispered to Claire she could rest here. He felt her forehead press against his lips and he froze, not wanting this contact to end.

Jamie felt Claire lift her head toward him. He remained a statue. Holding her against him willing her to rest. He felt her lips against his throat. Lightly, tentatively, she kissed him there. She pressed her face against his neck, and he held her to him. Two hearts ramming against each other she felt his hand come up her back, into her hair. Claire looked up at where his face would be bringing her lips millimeters from his. Jamie struggled not to lose it. To stay vigilant against the enemy while the siren straddled his thighs and held him to her.

Claire knew his face was close to hers, so she leaned in and felt the glorious warmth of his lips pressed against hers. Like two sculptures made of marble, they pressed into one another but could not let it go. Jamie held Claire’s hair and his lips puckered around hers so lightly. He heard Claire gasp for air when he pulled back. She followed his lips and held his head to hers.

“Kiss me, Jamie. I want you to kiss me, please.”

That request broke through his barriers and he pulled her flush to him, pulling her pelvis forward and crushing her to him. Their kisses were slow, warm, and so loving. He felt her tongue softly run across his lip and he breathed in sharply.

“Again, Sassenach,” he whispered.

She wanted so badly to see his face, so she held his cheeks and explored the surface of his eyes, nose, ears, and neck with her fingers. She pulled him to her mouth, and he felt her tongue slip into his mouth where it danced with his. For what seemed like hours they gorged on each other’s kisses, lost to the battle, the injuries, and the dire circumstances they were in. The warm soft kissing trumped everything until Jamie heard the spit of John’s rifle and saw the dirt explode inches from them.

Jamie kissed Claire hard to stifle any sound that might give them away. Rolling to his back pulling her down on top of him. His hand felt along the dirt until he found a stick that might be long enough for a signal of where they were hiding. While he kissed Claire with unbridled passion, he waved the stick in the air, above the bushes for as long he could before her mouth became his everything.

John couldn’t help laughing as he followed the laser sight and picked them off one at a time. Thank God the sniper rifle was not widely available in this part of the world. He sat back on his heels knowing there were one or two at least that stayed down, pissed as hell, but wanting the location of their hiding place. He knew he was out of range for their guns. He pulled out his flashlight, dropped his drawers, turned around and slapped his butt cheeks while illuminating his vile gesture. So predictable. Shots came in from two shooters and John had rifle up, and eyes focused. When the laser sight flicked across a body he shot with deadly accuracy.

John buckled his belt and hoisted the rifle over his shoulder as he walked silently back to the barn.

Jamie sat up with a Sassenach attached to his lips. He held her close and whispered it was time to go. She reluctantly stood up and they walked silently to the barn. Jamie helped Claire up the wooden ladder to the hayloft and pulled a mound of old hay into a pile for her to lay on. He pressed a canteen into her hand, and she gulped the water until it was gone. She laid down, looking at Jamie until he laid down next to her.

Jamie and Claire clung to each other. They said nothing and felt absolutely everything.

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rizlowwritessortof · 4 years

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Maybe I’m Amazed

This fic is for @rockhoochie ‘s Love Supernatural Style 1K Followers Writing Challenge - congratulations!! This went a whole different direction than I was expecting - hope y’all enjoy it! My song was Maybe I’m Amazed by Paul McCartney and Wings.

Pairing: Dean and unnamed female OC

Word count: 3200

Warnings: Nothing but some angst and fluffy angsty shit, my usual, (except no smut this time)

“Shit! Shit, shit, shit! Oh, God… Baby, please… Please...”

She could hear him calling her name, the desperation obvious in his voice, but the sound was muffled, far away, as if she were under water. It was dark, so dark… Where in the hell was she? She tried to speak, but no sound came out, and before the fear that was beginning to bloom could fully emerge, it all faded away…

~~~~~

She ducked, swinging upwards with the fireplace poker in her hand, temporarily disintegrating the spirit clawing at her shoulder. Dean was doing the same in another part of the room, the sounds of his battle joining with hers. “Come on, Sammy, we can only do this for so long!” he half-shouted, then landed on his back with a grunt of pain.

Firing a salt round behind her, she sprinted to the other side of the room and took a swing at the ghost that currently had its gnarled hands wrapped around Dean’s throat. “Fuck off!” she swore as it dissolved into a cloud of dusty smoke, and Dean climbed to his feet, his eyes searching for the next threat.

“Thanks.” His eyes widened as she was lifted from the ground, pulled backwards by an apparition that had materialized yet again, and she cried out in agony as its jagged claws pierced her shoulder. The creature slammed her against the wall, and she slid to the floor, half-conscious as it approached her for the kill.

Dean fired his sawed-off, scrambling to reach her, but as the vengeful spirit sank its claws into her again, a horrifying shriek filled the room. The spirits all became visible, glowing red and then turning to ash before disappearing before their eyes. She groaned, rolling to her side and slowly sitting up, looking up at Dean with a grimace of pain. “Ow. That sucked.”

He couldn’t help but smile as he reached to help her to her feet. “You okay? Let me see that shoulder.”

“It’s fine, really.”

“Let me see.” She sighed with a rueful smile, and stood, compliant, as he pulled her shirt to the side. “Can I?” he asked, reaching for the buttons. She nodded, her face warming as his fingers worked at the top two buttons of her shirt, then pulled it to the side to expose her shoulder. “Damn it. Might need a couple of stitches.” He looked down at her, and his brows drew together in concern. “You need to sit down? You look a little...”

“I’m okay. Just – adrenaline, you know? I’m all… wound up.”

His eyebrows raised, a faint smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. “Yeah? Well, sometimes when a hunt gets a little crazy...”

“Tension kind of builds up.” She looked at the floor. “Yep.”

“Sometimes the best thing to do is – ah – release the pressure.” His hand was still touching her skin, and he was closer now.

“Hmmm.”

“I could handle blowing off a little steam, too. You – uh...” Before he could finish, she threw her good arm around his neck and kissed him, both of them grunting as they lost balance and she bumped into the wall behind her. He pressed the full length of his body against hers, lips sealed in a searing kiss as his hand drifted down to her breast.

“Hey, guys,” Sam’s amused voice startled them apart, and Dean turned his back, swiping the back of his hand across his mouth.

“Took you long enough,” he grumbled as his brother laughed softly.

“Well, you’re obviously not dead.”

“No, but keep it up and you might be,” Dean muttered, and she couldn’t help but smile a little. He turned back towards her, one eyebrow cocked. “To be continued.”

~~~~~

Maybe I'm amazed at the way you love me all the time

Maybe I'm afraid of the way I love you

She smiled, listening silently as Dean sang, just a little off-key, with Paul McCartney. His voice cracked a little as he sang the last line, and her smile faded. “Dean?” He turned slowly, his face the picture of barely contained anguish. “Dean – what’s wrong?” His face seemed to move farther and farther away, slowly vanishing…

~~~~~

She walked, almost ran, until her legs burned, her vision blurred with her tears. “You don’t belong here!” he had shouted at her, “Why don’t you just go back home! Before you get yourself killed!” And then he had turned around and walked away from her, Sam staring after him with his mouth gaping, speechless at the force of Dean’s anger. Before he could even move, she had run up the metal stairs and out the door, not even bothering to close it behind her.

They had been eradicating a wolf pack, business as usual. When a straggler came home, finding the rest of his pack slaughtered, he had gone straight for her, pinning her to her back and going for her throat. Her pistol had been pinned beneath him, but she forced the barrel upwards as much as she could manage and fired, praying it would blow him back enough to keep his fangs from sinking into her flesh.

The monster had yelped as the silver burned into his gut, the heat from the shot searing her skin, but at least she hadn’t been bitten. Sam had appeared above her, lifting the yowling werewolf and tossing him to the floor, where Dean had fired four, five more shots into its chest.

“Did he bite you?” Sam had asked, frantic, and she was shaking her head as he pulled her to her feet. She had looked towards Dean, who had closed his eyes in relief, then opened them and stared at her, his jaw clenching, before turning his back and stalking out the door, slamming it behind him.

Sam had glanced her way, the confusion on his face mirroring her own. Dean had come back in, gas can in hand, snapping at them as he began dumping fuel over the bodies. “Come on, let’s get this shit cleaned up and get the fuck outta here.”

No one had spoken on the drive home, the air humming with tension. She had sat in the back seat, nervously picking at her fingers, afraid to even look up and meet Dean’s eyes in the rear view mirror. She had never seen him this angry, the muscles in his neck taut, his hands in a death grip on the steering wheel. She had mentally reviewed every step she’d taken, every move she’d made, trying without success to pinpoint what had set him off. Sam, for once, hadn’t even attempted to talk him down, and that, in itself, was frightening. And when they had reached the bunker, they had barely gotten out of the car before he had turned on her, furious, leaving her shaking and destroyed.

She stumbled blindly through the shallow ditch, dropping down beneath the nearest tree. She had no idea how long she’d been walking, how far she’d gone. She wrapped her arms around her knees, the damp cold of the autumn day beginning to steal the heat she had built up from her headlong flight from the bunker. Maybe she should call Sam, ask for his help. Or maybe she should just stay here. Because where was she going to go?

She heard, almost felt the rumble of the Impala’s engine before she saw the lights shining from some distance away. A flashlight shone out the driver’s side window, scanning the side of the road, searching for her. Sam must have come looking. At least she’d be saved the humiliation of a phone call.

The car was only about a quarter of a mile away when she heard Dean’s voice calling her name. He had actually come after her, she was shocked. She was shivering steadily now, cold to the bone, forcing herself to her feet as the Impala drew near. His flashlight beam drifted closer, passed over her and then came back to hold steady until the engine cut off and the door opened with its usual creak.

He was pulling his coat off as he climbed out of the car, meeting her halfway and draping the already warm jacket over her shoulders. He didn’t say a word, just ushered her to the passenger side door and helped her in, then circled back around, his face drawn and pale in the wash of the headlights. “Dean...” she began, but he held up a hand, stopping her, and she bit down on her lip almost hard enough to break the skin, afraid of what was coming.

“We have to get you warmed up.” He cranked the heater fan to high, and she stole a glance, her head hanging low. He was just sitting there, hands on the wheel, staring straight ahead. He took a deep breath and began to speak, his voice soft and subdued. “I’m sorry. I don’t… I’m such an asshole. I was… I was so fucking scared when that wolf took you down, I didn’t think you had a chance, it happened so fast. I thought you were gone. I thought we lost you. And then, when you were okay… all that fear just turned into – I was so pissed. Only not at you. At myself.”

She looked up in confusion. “Dean, it wasn’t your fault.” He turned to meet her gaze, his eyes full of guilt.

“The wolf – that wasn’t anybody’s fault. Definitely wasn’t yours. I was just so fucking mad because I tried so damn hard not to feel the way I feel about you.” She stared back at him, eyes wide and filling with tears, and he resisted the urge to look away, his expression almost pleading. “I know the last thing you wanna hear from me is how much I care about you, after I practically chased you away. Sam went looking for you right away, but he headed the wrong way, drove all the way to town before he gave up and came back. Then I took this way, hoping like hell that you were okay. I...”

She let her tears overflow, moving across the seat and silencing him with her lips on his. When she pulled back, he opened his eyes slowly, taking her face in his hands and kissing her again. “Dean...” she whispered, and he brushed her tears away with his thumbs.

“Let’s get you home.”

~~~~~

“Why are you arguing with me about this, Sam?!”

“I’m just worried about you, Dean. You’re not eating, you’re not sleeping, you won’t leave long enough to...”

“I told you, I’m not leaving her.”

“They’ll call us if anything changes.”

“I’m gonna be here when she wakes up.”

A muffled, tinny voice sounded over the PA system, interrupting Sam’s futile argument. “Dean Winchester, you have a phone call at the nurse’s station. Dean Winchester...”

~~~~~

“Dean Winchester!! You are in deep shit, mister!” She was drenched, hair dripping in her face, shirt clinging to her body, rivulets of soapy water trickling down her back and between her breasts, soaking slowly into her jeans.

Dean was holding his belly with one hand, hooting with laughter, almost unable to stand upright. “Oh, honey, you look like a drowned kitten,” he choked out, dropping his now-empty weapon of the moment. The five-gallon bucket clattered to the ground as he tried to calm himself and catch his breath.

“I’m going to kill you.” Sounded like she meant it.

His face twitched with the struggle to stifle his laughter. “Baby, I’m sorry. I’m really sorry, I just couldn’t stop myself.”

“Bullets or fire? Or I could just beat you to death. Your choice.” She wasn’t really mad – not any more. But he really owed her some groveling, at the very least.

He approached her slowly – very slowly - his hands out, palms up in supplication. “I really am sorry. I’ll help you get cleaned up. Dried off. Y’know, whatever you need, sweetheart.” His puppy eyes were on full power as he struggled to control the suppressed mirth playing on his lips.

“You know, I was going to use that water to wash the Impala.”

“I know. I don’t deserve you.’

“Damn straight you don’t.”

“Come on, let’s get you some dry clothes.” He reached out, extending a careful hand, but instead of coming with him, she jerked him closer and jumped up into his arms, pressing her soaking body against him and sharing the wealth. Now it was her turn to smile.

“Hmmm. Looks like I’m not the only one who needs dry clothes.”

“Nice.” He stared into her sparkling eyes, his smile slowly fading as he touched his lips to hers, melting into her as she responded. She drew back a little, brushing her nose against his, looking into his eyes.

“Maybe I’m amazed at the way you love me all the time,” she sang softly, and he kissed her again, dry clothes forgotten.

~~~~~

“Maybe I’m amazed at the way you help me sing my song, right me when I’m wrong...” Paul McCartney sang softly, background to Sam and Dean’s voices.

“Dean, I’ll stay with her every second. I promise. Just go grab a shower and an hour or two, at least.”

He let out an exhausted sigh. “Okay, Sam. You win. Two hours, no more. You’d better wake me up.”

“I promise, Dean. She’s gonna be okay.”

“She’d better be.”

She walked into the library, following the voices. Where were they? She was almost to the kitchen when Sam walked into the room. “Sam? Is everything okay?”

“Everything’s fine. Dean just needs to get some rest. He’s exhausted.”

“I keep telling him he’s got to take better care of himself! He always worries about everyone else...”

“He’ll be okay. I’m here. I’ll be here if you need anything.”

She looked at him, confused. “Ooookay...”

He sat down at the table, a book in his hands. “I thought maybe I’d read to you for a while. I know you were in the middle of this one...”

“Sam? What’s going on?” Sam completely ignored her, beginning to read, one hand on the opposite page, his voice fading slowly along with the room around her.

~~~~~

“Lord of the Rings? Or Harry Potter?”

“Duh. Both!”

“Okay.” He looked up at her from beneath bunched brows, his expression grave. “Twilight?”

She made a gagging noise. “God, no!!”

“Good. That was a test.” Sam was grinning now, and she laughed.

“Cute, Sam. Cute.”

“Sorry, but you had to pass the test before I let you help with the Men of Letters library.”

“Well, I’m glad I lived up to the challenge. So, what are we doing?”

“Updating the card catalogs, for one. My goal, someday, is to have the books all listed on a database, find what we need without going through 15 shelves.”

“That would be sweet.”

“I know, right?” Sam’s voice echoed weirdly at his last word, and she squeezed her eyes closed as darkness closed in again.

~~~~~

“Mr. Winchester, we’ve done all we can. The surgery repaired the internal bleeding, and the swelling in her brain has gone down. It’s up to her now. She will either wake up on her own, or...”

“She’ll wake up.” Dean’s voice was rough with exhaustion, and with absolute conviction.

“I just want you to be prepared...”

“Thanks, doc, but I know her. She’s a fighter, she always has been. She won’t quit on me. She’ll wake up.”

The door closed softly. Weary footsteps, and then the bed shifted a little as he leaned on it, his hand closing around hers, his head on the pillow beside hers.

“I need you to wake up, sweetheart. Sam needs you to wake up. I mean, my bad-ass girl is not going out like this, from a fucking drunk driver? No way. You’ve killed monsters. You’ve fought beside me and Sam and never once quit. No way this stops you.” His breath caught in his throat, and he stopped for a moment, his voice wavering a little as he continued. “And I need you, damn it. That damn song you listen to all the time... You know the part where it says ‘maybe I’m afraid of the way I love you?’ Yeah, well, I used to be. I used to be scared to death of how I feel about you, but no more. I love you, and I fucking need you, and you have to come back home. Please.” He buried his face in her pillow, squeezing her hand.

It was more of a whisper than singing, but he heard it. “Maybe I’m amazed at the way you love me all the time.” Dean raised his head, his eyes shining with unshed tears at the sight of her eyes, open and looking back at him. “So thirsty.”

“Holy shit…. I’ll get you some water, and the doctor, hang on, baby, I’ll be right back,” he blurted out in one long breath, rushing to the door and calling out. “Nurse! Doctor, somebody, she’s awake!” He left the door ajar and came back to grab the ice water they had kept filled for her just in case, helping her take a few swallows before the medical team barged in.

A couple of days later she was on her way home, seated between the boys in the front seat of the Impala, and she couldn’t stop smiling. She was tucked into Dean’s side, head on his shoulder, the two boys were joking and talking and laughing and it was wonderful.

She stood in the library after they got inside, basking in the smell of books and coffee and maybe a little whiskey. Home. She yawned widely, and Sam grinned, coming over to give her a gentle hug. “Welcome home. And I gotta say, I’m not gonna miss that damn song playing 24/7. Dean had it on all the time for you at the hospital.”

“I heard it. I heard pieces of things the whole time, but then I’d – sleep, or pass out, or whatever and dream, almost like reliving memories. It all got kind of mixed up in my head, I guess.”

Sam stepped back and Dean took his place, hugging her close and kissing the top of her head. “I think we should get you to bed. And me. Damn, it’s gonna be good to be in my own bed tonight, and have you there with me.” He leaned back and bent down to kiss her, soft and lingering, then rested his forehead against hers. “Just one time for me, okay?”

She smiled, her eyes stinging a little at the love shining in his, and sang quietly. “Maybe I’m amazed at the way you love me all the time…” His smile made her breath catch in her throat, and then he was leading her from the room.

As they passed Sam’s door, he shot her a wicked grin and belted out part of the song at the top of his lungs, off-key and full of the pure joy of torturing his brother. “Maybe I’m a man, maybe I’m a lonely man who’s in the middle of something that he doesn’t really understand...”

“DEAN!”

“G’night, Sam!” she called out behind her, Dean laughing as they continued down the hall.

~~~~~~~~~~

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tessatechaitea · 4 years

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Justice Society of America #3

In this issue: old guys versus monkey monsters! I don't know how this issue didn't win a Harvey.

This comic book might have won a Harvey. What am I? Wikipedia? An adult capable of doing research? No, I'm a lazy, cynical, piece of shit who purports to be a comic book critic but who really just uses the medium as a confessional. And most of my confessions are lies to make me sound cooler than I really am! Which is still pretty cool, actually. This issue begins with an old guy stowing away on an Ultragen train car while suffering from sever cramps or possibly even a heart attack.

Is this a super hero comic book or an Alfred Hitchcock movie?

Now that I'm an older man (not old! Just older!), I don't fetishize old men like I did when I was five. But I'm guessing, at 21, I still had a bit of that zest for old man content. What else could drive me to purchase ten issues of this comic book about old men whose glory days are long past but they keep trying to relive them as their wives sit at home rolling their eyes? The stranger stumbles into Doctor Mid-Nite's offices. I guess he's named that because his medical practice stays open all night? The man has something wrong with his stomach. Judging by the strange colored splotches all over his clothing, I'd say he ate too much chili. Or he's bleeding out from a gut shot. Both are probably pretty painful but I can only speak for one. You'd be surprised which one. No you wouldn't. I was just trying to sound cool again. The mystery man from the end of the last issue was Johnny Quick and, judging by how much I'm now yawning and how my head keeps nodding forward, I'd like to apologize for claiming that revealing his identity would have been more exciting and sold more of the third issue. Len was right to conceal his identity. While the Justice Society were keeping Ragnarok from happening, Johnny Quick got a gig endorsing nutritional supplements on late night television infomercials. He was laughed at by scientists when he tried to figure out why his nonsense formula made him so fast. They were all, "You know that's idiotic, right? We can do actual science tests to find out why you're fast. It's probably the Meta(l)gene, you know?" But Johnny didn't want to hear their scientific mumbo-jumbo (which might make him an ignorant jerk in our world but he lives in the comic book world where science can't explain everything and I sometimes why it even bothers to try to explain anything. I mean, X-ray vision? The power of flight? Helmets that grant magic powers by possessing the wearer with an ancient Great Old One of Order? Batman visiting heaven and Constantine visiting Hell? It's like an Anti-Vaxxer's dream reality come true). Instead, Johnny decided to visit a bunch of religious kooks who deal in utter nonsense every day. Unlike the scientists who needed proof and evidence of how his power worked, they were happy to say things like, "Oh, yeah! Your formula is a magic mantra that focuses your chi!" and "It's a message from God to grant you magic speed powers for being such a morally upstanding human being!" and "What exactly do you want to hear and how much will you pay me to hear it?" So after realizing that his super power came from believing in himself, Johnny Quick decided to tell everybody else to believe in themselves too! Did he invent The Secret? Because, as a narcissist, I understand why The Secret is so compelling! Doesn't everybody want to believe that they themselves are the reason all the best things happen to them and also want to believe that everybody who is poor or sick or devastated by random tragedy did it to themselves like big dumb suckers who just weren't strong enough to believe in themselves?! Obviously the only reason I didn't fall out of a tree and die when I was twelve years old was because I believed so strongly in myself and not because I was just another lucky asshole who somehow survived childhood. That's enough about Johnny Quick for the entire ten issues of this comic book that I own. I'm never fucking mentioning that jerk again. I don't care if he becomes super important to the plot! I'm erasing him from history right now! Although I'll probably still discuss Jesse Quick when she turns back up because she's hot. Oh what the hell. One last parting shot at Johnny!

Maybe if you spent less time trying to find the secret to your nonsense formula and more time trying to find Libby's clitoris, you'd still be together! By the look on Ted's face, I bet he could have helped!

Doctor Mid-Nite arrives to let everybody know that their favorite jazz musician died in his arms last night because he was too blind to save him. Probably. But what he discovered was that the man, Reggie, had signed up to become a test subject for Ultragen! He was locked away with a bunch of half-man, half-animal creatures as Ultragen searched for a drug that could make people youthful again. Apparently what the writer is saying is that corporations are the new Nazis. Maybe that's why I bought ten issues of this comic book! Because I was all, "Yeah! This analogy is so apt! Fucking corporations think they can get away with whatever they want! Where's my current girlfriend so I can mansplain this shit to her?!" I don't want to get too cynical here but what else am I supposed to do when a comic book asks me to just buy into this whole Doctor Mid-nite thing. So he goes blind when a grenade goes off in his face. But he discovers he can still see in the dark because, you know, fuck you and comic books and all that shit. We've already established that science doesn't live here. But I don't have a problem with that! Okay, great! So he can see in the dark but not in the light. His reaction to this is, "I should use this new power to fight crime! I just have to wait until a bank robbery happens in the middle of the night with a new moon perpetrated by a bunch of robbers who forgot their flashlights and whiz bang! I'll have the advantage!" I know, I know! He invents dark glasses so he can see while pretending to be blind. I guess that helps him catch muggers who prey on blind people. And then he created smoke bombs which are conceivably his best idea, creating pockets of dark where he would have the advantage against the criminals. But it's not like his eye-sight based super powers gave him the ability to fight well or gave him invulnerability in case of a lucky shot in the dark or allowed him to protect other people at the scene of the crime from stray bullets fired wildly out of the area of effect of his smoke bomb! Doctor Mid-Nite's whole deal is so implausible that it breaks even my capacity for disbelief while reading super hero comic books. It simply makes me think, "This guy sounds like a bad idea from a desperate writer looking for another big super hero hit." Which is what it was! Which is why it breaks the entire comic book! I'd be okay if it simply made me think, "This guy's an idiot with a dumb idea! It's going to get him killed! Ha ha! That'll probably be funny!" While Doctor Mid-Nite is conferring with the Justice Society about what to do with Ultragen, Ultragen is raiding the his free clinic. Luckily Johnny Thunder just happened to be stopping by, probably to get a check-up on his genie. He gets shot and his genie appears to help when a young girl comes up and is all, "Oh hey! I recognize that genie! It's a Badnesian Hex Bolt!" And the genie is all, "Yes, I am! Do you want me to inhabit you for awhile so I can get rid of this old guy (who isn't that old for some reason? Probably a reason that has to do with me living inside of him?)" I just feel like, with Jesse Quick appearing earlier, this series is headed toward creating a younger JSA so the older members can simply fall into the role of mentors. The Atom, Wildcat, and Doctor Mid-nite head off to investigate Ultragen's experimental laboratory and they make a discovery that causes me to literally kill myself because I was too stupid to call it.

This is Grunion Guy's assistant Pickle Boy. I think I'm supposed to make a naughty joke caption here? Like, um, "What is that guy's pee-pee doing inside that kangaroo?!"

Justice Society of America #3 Rating: Does anybody know how to get blood out of shag carpeting? Also, if a person's will is found written on used tissues (hopefully for his nose), is it legally binding because I don't want to inherit this blog and all of its debt.

#Justice Society of America #DC Comics #DC #Len Strazewski #Mike Parobeck #Mike Machlan

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Hungry Like A Wolf

Title: Hungry Like A Wolf

Author: tiddly-winx

Fandom: The Dirt (Motley Crue Movie)

Summary: The reader is bitten by a big dog, but she's in for more than just an infection.

Warnings: Swearing, Blood, Gore, Sickness, Smut. Animal Death, Werewolves

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It was Halloween, the band's favorite holiday. You guys went all out, decorating the apartment, making your costumes with whatever you could find and throwing them together last minute. Of course you stocked up on candy-both for you all to eat and to pass out to the kids in the building. You and your boyfriend Tommy were handing out the candy, and when the trick-or-treating hours had concluded, the real tricks would start.

Nikki had bought five dozen eggs a month ago and let them rot, planning on having you all throw the putrid stink bombs at adult passerby who happened to be roaming around. You all had it planned out-two on the left, two on the right and one sitting in a tree or on the roof. You were with Tommy on the right, Mick and Vince to the left and Nikki up high. You bombarded a few groups of teenagers who were bullying younger kids for their candy. The little bastards deserved it.

The stink exploded on impact, causing the pizza faced boys to gag and scatter. "That's what you get for bein' mean to little kids, assholes!" Nikki shouted from up top. The teenagers all cursed and vowed revenge, but you all knew it was an empty threat.

When all the eggs were spent, you kissed Tommy on the cheek and said "Go on back to our room, Babe" you said winking "I gotta go pick something up for your treat tonight" he grinned, knowing full well that he was getting a special sex session tonight.

"Why didn't you just have it delivered or pick it up earlier?" he whined, not wanting to wait for his Halloween Treat.

"Because" you eyed them all "Most of you guys like to try and ransack my drawers for my underwear" except for Mick, they all nervously laughed and glanced down. "And I didn't want the surprise to be spoiled" you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him tenderly. He of course returned the gesture with aplomb.

"Hurry back, Y/N" he said, not wanting to let you go but he had to.

"I will, Tommy" you blew him a kiss, to which he caught it and sent it back. Nikki and Vince made mock gagging gestures and Tommy laughed at that.

You were on your way to the shop that was open late tonight when you had to cross the park to make a short cut. It was like Central Park in New York, but considerably smaller. You could see your destination just on the other side when you heard a rustling in the bushes. You turned and saw a rather large dog, you didn't think anything of it and tried to go on your way, but a supernatural force pulled you back to stare into it's eyes.

Your heart rate slowed down and you entered a dreamlike state. The dog's eyes were yellow and looking at you like you were it's next meal. You were in a trance, the creature having reared up and walking on two legs like a human. You knew you should have been terrified and run off, but the power keeping you there made that impossible.

You could smell and feel it's hot steamy rank breath as it exhaled on you. It's fangs were dripping with saliva and you could see it's mouth twisting into an ugly snarl. It then howled and lunged at you, knocking you over. The sudden movement snapped you out of the trance and you screamed for help. The thing clamping down on your arms with its jaws and scratching at your belly with claws so sharp it could cut diamonds.

It would have killed you if someone hadn't blown it's brains out just as it was going in for the kill. Your neck was exposed and it was about to bleed you dry when you heard a crack of thunder and then a pink misty cloud of blood and brain matter splattered the white rose bushes, painting them a brilliant red. The shooter stepped forward, a young teen boy right after him. "What should we do about 'er Pa?" asked the boy in a nervous tone.

"Let's put 'er outta 'er misery" the older man cocked the shotgun and pointed it at you.

You had tears running down your face as you tried to speak "Please no..." when you heard more people coming your way with flashlights.

"Damn it!" the older man cursed "Grab the beast boy and hightail it outta here!" The son did as his father bade, and they left you to bleed. It wasn't long however when a group of police officers came to your aid and radioed for an ambulance.

In your blood loss induced state of delirium, you asked "Why did they paint the roses red? They're gonna lose their heads..." before you finally passed out.

Back at the apartment, they were all getting worried. They knew where the sex shop was-they all frequented it for condoms and various other sex novelties. It didn't take two hours to get there and back. Tommy was pacing around in circles cracking his knuckles."Where the fuck is she?" he felt the worry puke coming on.

"Relax" Nikki tried to reassure him "Maybe there's a long line at the check out counter or something..."

Then the phone blared. An ominous pressure filled the room as they all stared at it. When the phone rights at two in the morning, nothing good ever happens. Tommy picked it up and said "Y/N?"

"No" an unfamiliar voice answered "Is this Tommy Lee?"

"Yeah" he had to steady himself on the table. From the expression on his face, they all knew it couldn't be good. They waited in uncomfortable anticipation for more information "Who're you?"

"I am Doctor Finkle from L.A. General. Do you know a woman by the name of Y/N L/N?"

"Yeah she's my girlfriend" his voice cracked "Is she okay?"

"I cannot say exactly" the sound of papers shuffling "from the police report, it states that she was attacked by a large animal in the park and was just bought into our operating room for emergency surgery. Please get here as quick as you can..." it sounded like you didn't have much time left, and Tommy bolted for the door without even hanging up the phone or putting shoes on. The rest of the guys followed him and he filled them in on the way in the car.

When they finally got there, Tommy ran in, knocking over a nurse with a cart full of medicine. "Y/N L/N!" he wheezed, out of breath "Is she still in surgery?!"

The receptionist typed in your name and your status was stated next to it "Yes, she is. The O.R. is on the fourth floor. Please fill out a visitors-" he wouldn't let her finish, him sprinting to the elevator and pressing the buttons repeatedly. His rational mind knew that pressing the same buttons over and over again wouldn't make the damn thing go faster, but his emotional side was nervously twitching.

"Come on, damn thing..." the others caught up to him as the doors opened and he went in, repeating the previous motions of button mashing the fourth floor button.

A passing orderly was unfortunate enough to be within reaching distance of Tommy's arms. He grabbed the poor unsuspecting young man and shook him violently "Y/N L/N! Where is she?! Where's the fuckin' doctor?!"

Dr. Finkle heard the voice he had spoken to fifteen minutes ago and came out in scrubs, fresh from surgery "Mr. Lee?"

Tommy's head snapped to him and he said "Dr. Finkle?!"

"Yes, that's me. If you'll stop terrorizing my orderly I can fill you in on your lady friend's condition" Tommy let the trembling man go, offering him an apologetic look. "The consultation room is this way" he motioned with his hand to a small room that could only fit two maybe three people.

Tommy went in and sat with him while Mick, Vince and Nikki watched from the waiting room trying to read their lips. Dr, Finkle looked haggard, he had been working all day on idiotic drunkards who had gotten themselves into ridiculous situations. Most of them were minor injuries, cuts and scrapes that the patients INSISTED were broken bones. But this woman was the real deal, her blood tests showed no alcohol or any other substances in her system. She was just a poor soul in the wrong place at the wrong time.

"How is she, Doc?" Tommy's voice cracked, on the verge of tears.

"She's stable" the doctor answered. Tommy breathed a sigh of relief. "She lost a lot of blood, but we were able to stop the bleeding and replace what she lost. She'll be alright, she just needs a few days in here to recover and to make sure she didn't get any diseases of whatever animal attacked her" he took a deep breath and rubbed his eyes.

"What's the damage?" Tommy wanted to be ready for what he was going to see.

"She has extensive bite marks on her arms-most likely defensive wounds-some deep. She also has claw marks on her chest and abdomen, but those are superficial. They're not much concern at this time."

Tommy swallowed hard and asked "When can I see her?"

"In about ten minutes. She's being settled into her room right now. The anesthesia may last longer than that, but that's to be expected" he took off his glasses and added off the record "you can stay as long as you want. I recon that you'll be the first person she wants to see when she wakes up..."

"Thanks Doc" he was very appreciative and shook his hand "For taking care of my girl..."

"She's in room 509 on the recovery floor" the doctor added. She should be settled by the time you get up there" they then parted ways, Tommy grateful for the man who saved his lover's life.

The others got up when they saw him come out, the waiting game being too much for them "How is she?"

"She'll live" Tommy said flatly "Go on back to the apartment, I'll stay with her" they looked at each other uneasily and agreed.

"Do you want us to get you anything before we go?" Mick asked, being uncharacteristically empathetic.

"Nah, I'm good. I'll just have the shitty coffee and snacks to hold me over" he tried to smile, but it was very weak and unconvincing. They reluctantly left but they knew he needed alone time with his girl.

You were still in your drugged sleep when he came in. He thought he'd mentally prepared himself for what he might see, but he was wrong. Most of your upper body was bandaged up like a mummy, but your head was still visible. He let out a few whimpers before breaking down like a lost child. "Y/N...Baby..." he took your hand and held it. "I'm so sorry...I never should have let you go alone..."

You were starting to wake up then, saying "Don't beat yourself up, Tommy" he jumped, startled at your quick recovery.

"Y/N!" he was both happy and perplexed "How are you awake so soon?!"

"I heard you crying and thought I'd wake my lazy ass up and see what's going on" you smiled at him, still groggy from the drugs. He was just so happy that you were okay, that he leaned down and gave you the sweetest, softest kiss he ever did.

"I love you" he confessed through his sobs, snot dripping down his face.

"I love you too, Tommy" you reached up to try and clean his face, but you were seeing triple and couldn't tell which Tommy to wipe.

"I got it, Babe" he laughed and wiped his face.

All the tests came back negative for any animal borne diseases, and you were clear to go back to the apartment. Tommy was there by your side all the while, the guys bringing him clothes and toiletries so he could be clean. He hated being able to smell himself and it was nasty.

The guys had a small party when you came home, just the five of you and a little welcome home cake. You thanked them and had a few beers, Tommy leading you away from them to make love to you in a proper fashion. He gingerly touched your scars and kissed them, You tried to shy away from his touching them but he insisted "They're a part of you now, and I love everything about you..."

"Tommy..." you sighed a ragged breath of carnal desire. "Fuck me..."

"Don't gotta tell me twice" you were already so wet from just him touching you that he didn't need to do anything like oral or fingering. He was rock hard too, so he just slid inside easily. He let out a gasp of pleasure and commented "Oh fuck baby you're tighter than usual..."

"Well, I have been out of practice for a week" you whispered into his neck before kissing it. You then felt a strange savage second nature begin to wash over you. You smelled his blood pumping through his veins. You wanted him. His flesh. His meat. You were able to push the urge down and he continued to fuck you.

"Jesus Fuckin' Christ" he moaned into your mouth "You feel hotter too..." he grunted loudly "my dick's on fire...fuck" he had you against the wall, holding onto you tightly. You turned your ass to him.

"Do me from behind Babe" you groaned and dug your nails into the plaster. He happily obliged, liking this new angle. You could hear his balls slapping against your ass gently, serving to draw the both of you closer to your climax.

"Oh God" Tommy gasped, bucking his hips wildly "I'm gonna fuckin' cum..." you quickly pulled away from him and took him into your mouth, deep throating him as he pumped his seed down your gullet. He held your head in place, his own falling back in exhausted pleasure.

After you had swallowed his semen, you looked up at him and said "Was that hot for you baby?"

"So fuckin' hot Y/N" he was panting "I could feel your nose against my stomach..." he gulped hard "I love it when we try new stuff in the bedroom..." he picked you up and kissed you tenderly. He was spent, but you hadn't finished. You didn't care about that, you had your man with you and that's all that mattered.

The next morning, you smelled the sweet aroma of frying meat. It lulled you out of bed and into the kitchen where Tommy was making breakfast. "Mornin'!" he greeted, but you didn't answer. You smelled the raw bacon on the counter and couldn't take your eyes off it. Your mouth began to water, just the thought of tasting fresh meat driving you mad with ravenous hunger.

You scooped up the raw meat and tore into it like a wild animal, your teeth making it easier to shred than before. Tommy watched you in amazed horror, then put a hand on your shoulder to stop you from eating raw meat. You snarled at him, your eyes full of pure rage at having your meal interrupted. "The fuck you want?!" your voice wasn't just your own, but a deep throated. rolling growl. You were so pissed that he'd interrupt your meal like that! You imagined ripping out his esophagus and making his intestines your meal but you realized how fucked up that was and calmed down.

He was actually scared to respond at first but he said "Dude, you're eating raw meat...that's got bacteria in it..."

"Erm...right..." you put down the raw meat and looked down "sorry..."

He gave you a strange look, but let it go.

Things went back to normal for a few weeks, then exactly one month after the attack you fell ill. First, you were burning up and sweating buckets. Then the vomiting when you had nothing in your stomach. Everyone thought it was just the flu and they stayed clear of you, Tommy bringing you soup and some crackers.

Then your insides started burning, and the vomiting turned more violent. It was when you saw blood in the toilet that you started to panic. "Tommy! I need-" a new round of blood vomit came but this one actually hurt. It was then your skin started to itch-like tiny bugs were crawling all over the surface. You started scratching.

Tommy had heard you call for him, and when he came in the bathroom, he saw you clawing at your arms "Y/N, what the fuck?!" he grabbed a towel "You're bleeding!"

"I'm just so itchy..." you brushed him off and continued to scratch, drawing more blood from your body.

"Fuckin' stop!" Tommy grabbed both your hands to keep you from doing more damage.

"Tommy what the fuck's going on in there?!" Nikki shouted.

He didn't have time to answer, you had stood up, whipped your head back and headbutted him, breaking his nose. Nikki and Vince burst through the door when they saw the carnage. They stared speechless, Tommy knocked out on the floor and you bloody with your muscle meat on display. "T-Bone!" Nikki went to his fallen friend, and you had thrown up blood all over him.

You were then on the ground twitching. They thought you were having a seizure and Tommy was trying to help you, but then they saw your features begin to change. Your bones began to break on their own, your skin tore away from your frame, the largest organ of the body unable to contain the new growth. In it's place, coarse fur and animal skin grew. Your nose elongated into a snout, fangs protruding where your teeth once were.

Nikki and Vince didn't wait around to see what was happening next, instead grabbing Tommy and dragging him out of the apartment and hauling ass out of there. You-or whatever version of you that was followed them down the hallway on all fours. "Holy shit!" Tommy had woken up and was staring a behemoth of a dog in the face.

The thing had leapt up, ready to completely devour them all when a soft whistling was heard, then a yelp from the animal and then the thing skidded across the floor. They looked up and saw Mick with a hunting rifle, but a tranquilizer dart in the animal's thigh. "What the fuck was that?" Tommy asked.

Nikki and Vince looked at each other, unsure to what to say. They knew what they had saw and weren't on anything that would make them see that. Mick spoke up and said "That's Y/N. She's a werewolf" as easily as saying "Pass the fuckin' potatoes".

"What the fuck?" Nikki whispered.

"How do you know?" Tommy looked at Mick.

"Shut up and watch, Drummer" he said, and you started shrinking back to normal size.

"H-how is this possible?" Tommy stumbled back, his broken nose the least of his worries.

"It was on Halloween when she was attacked. A few of my buddies heard about werewolf activity in the area and decided to check it out" he pulled the dart from your thigh, you giving a small yelp of pain as he did so.

"How do you know all this shit?" Vince questioned "Werewolves and all that crap are just myths!"

Mick took a long while to respond, but when he did "There are things that go bump in the night, boys. I'm one of the ones who bump back" he grabbed you by your foot and began to drag you across the floor.

Tommy got up and shouted "Hey! Where you takin' her?!"

"To a place where she can turn and not hurt anybody" he took you down the stairs, being careful not to smack your head against them.

"You're not takin' my girl anywhere without me!" Tommy grabbed a hold of his arm, but Mick gave his signature glare and he backed off.

"You really want to be around the thing who just tried to eat you?" he asked sarcastically.

"She's not a 'thing' Mick! She's my girlfriend!"

"Get that nose looked at first, then I'll come back and take you to her. I promise..."

Tommy let him go, Nikki and Vince having been shell shocked into silence. After he got cleaned up, Tommy waited for Mick to come back, When he did, he kept his word and took him to the police station. "Mick why the fuck are we here?"

"To see Y/N" he gave an unfamiliar hand gesture to a guard and he let them in a secret passage. At the end of the passage, there was a group of fortified cells with all sorts of giant dogs in them of varying colors and ferocity. Then at the very end, they saw you in your human form, still knocked out from the drugs.

"What did you shoot her with?" Tommy asked, caressing your face.

"Wolfsbane" Mick answered "It reverses the transformation and makes them sleep it off. Too much will kill them though" he slipped a freshly dead goat into your cell, to which Tommy gagged.

"How do you know about this Mick? I mean really?"

"My family have been monster hunters for generations" he washed his hands of the blood "Going all the way back to Abraham Van Helsing and Dracula" he loaded his shotgun with a round of silver bullets and waited.

"Hey, what are you doin'?" Tommy protested.

"If she wakes up and turns again, then there's no hope for her. I'm going to put her out of her misery" he cocked the gun.

You woke up a few hours later, still your normal self. You were confused about your new surroundings. "Good! You're awake and you!" Mick smiled warmly.

"What happened?" you asked "Why am I in this dank cell?"

They had explained what happened, you not believing them until you talked to Vince and Nikki, then seeing the damage of the bathroom for yourself. You certainly didn't want to die or kill anyone, but you couldn't resist the transformation. "What do I have to do?"

"Keep track of the lunar cycle and lock yourself up in the cells when the full moon comes around" Mick answered "eat all the raw meat you can get to control the hunger."

You looked at Tommy and started to cry. "Baby what's wrong?" he hugged you close to him.

"I tried to kill you guys" you sobbed into his shirt "I can't be around normal people anymore!"

"Are you breaking up with me?" Tommy whispered quietly.

"No, but I understand if you want to break up with me..."

"Babe, the thought never crossed my mind" he pet your hair.

"You sure?"

"Of course! If I wanted to leave, I'd be gone by now!" he smiled down at you. "We just got to get used to the new you..." he grinned into a kiss. You remembered how great the sex was the last time you did it with him, and that seemed to quell the beast inside you for a moment, but you knew that at any time, your inner wolf could strike and you counted on Mick to put that silver bullet in you before you could harm anyone.

#motley crue #mötley crüe #the dirt #tommy lee #mick mars #nikki sixx #vince neil #motley crue imagine #mötley crüe imagine #tommy lee imagine #submission #not mine

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movienotesbyzawmer · 4 years

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Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker

May 4: Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker

(previous notes: Star Wars: The Last Jedi)

Source: UK 3D Blu-ray

I saw this at pretty much the very first available showing, and haven't watched it since. But since I had the other Disney-era ones in 3D, and I still have the capability to watch 3D movies at home, I decided to complete my Blu-ray collection by ordering the British 3D Blu-ray, like I'd done with The Last Jedi. So now I'm going to see it at home for the first time, in 3D for the first time, and take notes like I've been doing.

My reaction when I saw this on opening night was that it was a lot of fun. I didn't think it was as good as The Last Jedi. Overall it feels like a trilogy where the first priority was to avoid the mistakes of the prequels, and the second priority was to have them be fun movies. Mission accomplished, but the actual story of this trilogy is only marginally satisfying. But I left that opening night screening excited about all the neat things I'd witnessed. And now I shall press play and do some re-witnessing…

Emperor Palpatine, the opening crawl tells us. He wasn't someone we were expecting to be part of the plot of this movie, was it?

First scene after the opening shot is a slow-mo land battle, visually different from Star Wars movies in general. Dude kills 100% of everyone then plucks a mysterious relic from a mysterious relic. He's on a Tomb-raider-y treasure hunt.

It takes him to a Tomb Raider-y lair… and there are creatures in green liquid ahhh!

"…some consider to be… UNNATURAL", that line from Episode III. Very love it. Good reference.

The image of all those Star Destroyers is super super super cool.

And now after a calculated bit of lightness in the Millennium Falcon, the good guys arrive at a super neat looking planet thing. Not even ten minutes in and we've seen three inventive new planet environments.

And now a chase, "lightspeed skipping", and each skip is a cool space place, all different, one of them has a big monster! They are tuned into what's good about Star Wars movies, these Rise of Skywalker makers.

Also, Finn and Poe seem to have settled into their roles as funny supporting-character buddies. The first movie really seemed to be beginning a more dramatic arc for Finn, but it doesn't feel like that's happening any more.

0:15:36 - Rose Tico sighting! Her arc blunted as well. Be nice if she joined them on this mission they're about to leave on.

Really kind of surprising how much footage there is of Carrie Fisher, who died years before this came out.

Okay now we're back with Kylo Ren on this planet that's the equivalent of that orc-factory in Lord of the Rings. What's he doing? Collaborating with some ukky beings. Fixing his helmet. Hm.

Bit of humor in the conference room scene, again calculated.

Back to our heroes and they're on another neat new planet with color clouds & celebratory visuals, pleasant.

0:23:40 - Very cinematic Rey-Kylo cross-galaxy conversation, cool.

Lando saves them from stormtroopers, and is therefore given the honor of the "I've got a bad feeling about this" line.

0:28:00 Speeder chase in the desert, and the stormtrooper speeders launch them up and they fly! Cool!

Hah, there's a gag where Rey fires up her light saber and Poe tries to do that too but his is just a flashlight, cute.

Okay, here's this scene I like where there's a serpent monster in their Tomb Raider cave, and Ray figures out that the monster just needs to be force healed so she does it and it helps them. Sounds corny but I like it.

0:36:00 - we see the Ren gang on a plateau and here a new music theme. I'm not much noticing the new music themes in the Star Wars movies of the 2010s, but there's one.

This scene. The Kylo/Rey meeting in the desert. It was heavily teased in the trailer and it would have been more effective if we hadn't seen so much of it in the trailer. Also there's a who-can-magic-harder duel that ends up killing Chewy, except that we don't have to believe that very very long.

"Let's do that!" about wiping C-3POs memory, John Boyega's exceptional comic timing on display again.

0:45:40 - We're on this new planet now, which is so Poe can find the person that can do a memory wipe of 3-3PO, right? It's fast-paced, this movie.

"We sent out a call for help at the battle of Krait, nobody came" says Poe. Am I forgetting that drama from The Last Jedi? I know he's talking about that final battle from that movie, but I didn't remember a despairing "no one is coming", at least not like it was a huge, shocking letdown.

I like the little Babu creature but we don't get much of it, do we

Poe is all "did she do that to us" when he sees her Force-hypnotize the stormtroopers, haha

0:58:10 - Pretty unique shot, dollying backwards facing Poe & Finn shooting stormtroopers we can't see until they fall in front of the camera

"Your parents were no one… they CHOSE to be" here's where it starts to seem like this movie doesn't like where the last movie was going & made it be different. If this were an improv class the teacher would be like, "remember the principle of 'yes AND…'"

Okay, this bit coming up where General Hux saves them & says he's the spy. It's… funny? And dumb? Maybe? Sort of a tawdry end to this character in the trilogy maybe?

"You.. Are a Palpatine." Dun dun dunnnnnnn. Okay sure I guess. This isn't what I'm into Star Wars movies for; I wouldn't have had it be about this.

They get to the new planet and Rey figures out how to use the knife tool to find where to go, it's so like a Tomb Raider game that I feel like I'm reading a cheat guide on GameSpot

Now Finn is bonding with the girl on the planet who is also a stormtrooper deserter, makes that whole Finn subplot make more sense.

Rey swiped a cool watercraft to go to the wreck of the Death Star and I just want to point out once again that I like the vehicle design in Star Wars movies.

1:13:10 - overhead shot of said vehicle is the first notable example of something that looks good in 3D in this movie. I'm inclined to say you really shouldn't feel like you're missing out if you're seeing this in 2D.

She's in a vision cave on the wrecked Death Star. She fights HER OWN SELF for a second, and bad-Rey rawrs at her in a way that reminds me of when Bilbo does that in the first Lord of the Rings movie. I liked it there and I like it here.

1:18:05 - First bit of my beloved "Han Solo and the Princess" theme, so lovely

Now Rey and Kylo are saber dueling all over this wreck with waves everywhere and it reminds me of the big climactic duel in Episode III where it seems like the duelers are going out of their way to duel in a cool looking place.

Everything gets all dramatic in a way that doesn't really get explained - Leia very deliberately says "Ben", then dies, but it affects Kylo allowing Rey to kill him, but then she un-kills him with Force magic because "I did want to take your hand" and then bounces. And it's not over with this kind of thing, because Kylo has a not-really-real conversation with his played-by-OMG-Harrison-Ford father, and he symbolically hurls his awesome saber away. So where are we now? We're in some drama, that's where. I miss cool vehicles and inventive creature design!

1:27:45 - Modded-up Star Destroyer emerges from lightspeed and it's another cool 3D effect.

And then it blows up the planet where Poe's ex-girlfriend was and it looks cool, but we could have used her to be around more. Wait, does she not-be-dead later or something? Probably.

Okay, very corny sequence happening now, it's the pep talk between Rey and ghost-Luke, it ends with a smirking Luke raising up an X-wing like he couldn't do in Empire Strikes Back, so I guess that plot point is tidied up.

Okay, we got past that drama and now there's a very simple Saint-Crispin's-Day speech riling up the troops so they can go to that mystery planet for the final battle, and interest level has picked up.

1:41:28 - Hey a shot of Rey going through a wall gap is a reference to the earlier cool-in-3D shot of the watercraft & the Death Star wreck.

And here's something that internet assholes picked on - they ride horse-things on the Star Destroyers. Lighten up comrades, maybe this just isn't your kind of space adventure movie.

Rey gets in the mystery-edifice and holy hell it's creepy! There's an audience of thousands of cultists in black stone bleacher seats, chanting in perfect unison! It's downright Kubrick-y!

They really had fun with the lighting in the Palpatine room. Also, there are red stormtroopers on the Star Destroyers and aren't they pretty.

Palpatine is trying to convince Rey that she should embrace hatred and hill him and rule the galaxy in ritual hatred with a chanting congregation of hooded dipshits. Will it work? He does have a very compelling speaking voice. But here comes Kylo! He has had a change of heart or something!

"The life force in your bond," he narrates, and then bad-magics them super hard! We never could have anticipated that evil force spells could thwart their plans.

1:54:20 - very satisfying shot of a giant fleet of good guys coming to save the day. They hit us with the idea of no one coming to save them, and just like when Han Solo swooped in in the first movie, it feels good that this time someone else did show up. And yes it includes Poe's girlfriend and that charismatic little varmint!

Super cool to see Star Destroyers get blown up.

Also cool when Palpatine super-zaps lots of good guy spaceships. Sound is neat on that also. This intense visual/aural experience is what I was thinking about for a while after first seeing this movie.

Rey beats Palpatine by having that surprise second light saber. Whatever, this is a super cool looking scene with all the bad guys in that chamber getting wasted.

Other cool battle climax imagery happens up in the sky, even though it's kind of hard to see what exactly physically happened to save Finn and those guys on the crashing Star Destroyer.

Kylo… what??? Didn't die when he just disappeared into a crevasse??? Quel surprise! He's super-reformed now and heals Rey up with his tender love for her. They kiss, their carnal desires overtaking them, they are high on the most ethical lust the galaxy has ever known! And he dies and disappears, but is visibly satisfied. I feel okay mocking this because I suspect no one likes it. And then it moves on to really cool aftermath visuals that are crazy fun to watch. They are experiencing the great victory in other planets from the other movies, and to the tune of John Williams themes from movies past.

Maz presents Chewy with a special medal, am I supposed to know what that's about? They're giving it major gravity.

So the movie, the trilogy, and the Skywalker Saga ends with a scene of Rey returning to Tatooine to bury the two important light sabers, but also whip out another one she had, and then tell a townie that she's named Rey SKYWALKER, and the final moment is of her gazing at the two suns with the Binary Sunset theme playing us out. What I like about that is that it sends the message that that moment from the original Star Wars, elevated to greatness largely by John Williams stirring theme, is the pinnacle of cinematic experiences that were brought to us by this series.

I like this movie less than any of the Disney-era movies for sure, and I think after watching it a second time, it lacks some specialness that could have allowed it to hold up better against the best Star Wars movies. But I wouldn't say it's bad, and I certainly wouldn't advise against seeing it.

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Weekend Review

Long, boring and mundane, as usual, but I find it relaxing.

The last two grocery orders for my Mom were only about 1/3 to 1/2 full, and I knew that wasn’t going to hold her very long. Food is readily available in the stores, it’s just that the stores are no longer doing substitutions for out-of-stock items, so if there are six versions of a given item available online you have to hope that the one you pick is one they have in stock, otherwise you’re not getting anything at all. Your only choice is to keep ordering and ordering and ordering or physically go into the store. Ugh.

There’s a Grocery Outlet up the street from us, and we decided Friday afternoon would probably be less crowded than a Saturday morning, and took our chances going out. We wore masks and gloves, to be safe, and I left most everything home -- purse, glasses, phone. I didn’t want to have to decontaminate more than I absolutely had to.

It went pretty smoothly, all things considered. We have a full decontamination area in the pantry now: drop cloth on the floor, rolling rack with a bleach-water solution, washable wipes, clean grocery bags and gloves. So we bring everything in through the back gate, I spray everything down with bleach (or SimpleGreen, if we’re worried about bleach getting on it) in the pantry, let it sit, then Marc wipes it dry and transfers it either to our own cabinets or into clean bags for my Mom. Produce gets transferred directly to the sink where it’s washed with warm, soapy water and then dried.

Is it enough? I don’t know. It’s certainly a whole process, which makes me feel like we’re doing some amount of good, but I suppose you can’t really know for sure right now.

Saturday morning we had our breakfast biscuit sandwiches and coffee, then packed up (what we thought was) all my Mom’s groceries and drove them over. En route she texted me to ask for Splenda (*sigh*) and a flashlight, because Jim uses a flashlight to navigate to the bathroom at night. By then it was too late, but it turns out we’d forgotten all her frozen items anyway, so I told her I’d bring it the next day.

Dropped everything off with her and then went to Lowes to pick up garden soil and some drainage rock. It was still cold and cloudy out, but warm enough that we got a good hour or so of work done in the back yard -- mostly cleaning up the winter muck.

A few months ago we bought a stack of old icing buckets from a baker ($1 each!) and Marc drilled holes in the bottom and layered them with rock and soil. He also dug up one of the original three blackberry beds which we decided to retire. I’d planned to just toss the canes, but they were already greening up so nicely that he took the chance they could be salvaged and transferred them to three new planters. To my surprise they don’t seem shocked at all, so we may be able to keep them going in a better location!

Marc is debating what to do with the retired bed, but we’ll probably use it to dry firewood or store things off-season.

I went over the blackberry bushes and cut off all the old winter growth and one or two dead canes. They’re greening up beautifully, and one of them has thrown FIVE NEW CANES, two of which have sprouted in the little gap between beds. Complete assholes. I rocked off the gap so it is now unofficially our new third berry bed, and gave it a stern talking-to about behaving itself from now on. I swear to God those canes grew more since just yesterday.

The raspberries are greening up, but not so vigorously. I need the time to get them back in order, frankly -- we have to completely redo the training wire. There’s fucking thistle everywhere, I want to scream. The harder you try to get rid of the stuff the more aggressively it spreads.

Blueberries are greening up as well. I acidified the soil as best I could, but we’re giving them just this year to prove themselves. If they can’t grow berries I can’t spare the garden space, and frankly it’s just too much work trying to acidify their beds. The blackberries and raspberries would literally kill their mother to take over that space, and I’d love to try some gooseberries or something else new and different.

I pulled last year’s baby maples from their winter bed and gave them a once-over. They’ve got tiny little buds on them, it looks like they all made it -- a good five or six at least! I’ve got them in the sun now, anyway, to see if we can coax them fully back to life.

After choring I cleaned litter boxes, showered, then came downstairs and completely tore the pantry apart -- mud room, cabinet pantry, and the two sides of the kitchen island where we normally keep canned goods.

We normally keep a very well-stocked pantry, but I wanted a better idea of everything we had, and it was starting to get cluttered in a way that made it hard to get everything. I spent a good few hours -- and Marc even got into it, and was a huge help -- taking everything out, combining items, moving some bulk goods to air-tight containers, and then sorting it all back new spots.

I had a bunch on hand that was more than we needed, and offered to bring it to my Mom with her frozen stuff. In exchange she offered us some polenta and a few frozen items that neither she nor Jim would eat. Good trade.

I’ve run past Marc the idea of organizing his tool chest as well, which is currently a six-foot-tall column of absolute madness that I have to avert my eyes from, but it seems like that’s going to wait until tomorrow. Ah well.

Had tacos, watched Onward (I wasn’t expecting much but I actually really liked it), played some Animal Crossing and went to bed. Good day.

This morning Marc made chocolate chip waffles and then we popped back out again. The plan was just to drop the groceries off at my Mom’s, but we managed to get a few other things done: brought over the old tiered planter so she can use it for herbs and annuals, and set up the frame for a raised garden bed so she can grow some veggies (with my help, no doubt). Later this week I’ll go over and lay down some weed blocker for her and fill it with soil. I’ve got more than enough broccoli sprouts to spare and I’m sure the same will be true with the peppers, so she’ll have that if nothing else.

Afterwards we hit Lowes again, picking up a few more bags of top soil, bird seed, and more buckets.

Today was absolutely beautiful, cloudy on-and-off but warm and good for gardening. We did a bang up job!

Marc gathered all the old wood paneling and other crap that’s been accumulating and got it into one spot so we can call a haul-away company. He also cleaned up most of the leaf litter from around the yard and helped me organize the little collapsible greenhouse we got for free late last year. It’s really handy, we’re already talking about replacing it with something more permanent.

I planted some of the broccoli sprouts and put them out in the sun. Here’s hoping! The three onion bulbs I planted a few weeks ago were sprouting up green so I got those into a planter and plugged most of the rest of the bulbs into biodegradable containers to see if we can get them growing as well. Onions seem complicated, but I’ll do my best.

I’ve been saving every kind of little container I could get my hands on, these past weeks, and I filled them all up with soil and got some eggplant seeds going as well. The bell peppers are just now starting to sprout, they need a bit longer, but I think they’ll get there. Also planted some pinto beans and cat grass. I’ve still got some baby spinach and pumpkins to get going, but I’m holding onto those for just now.

We sorted the “guest” patio chairs off into the side yard, as we don’t really anticipate having anyone over this summer. We can always break them out again if we need to, it’s easy enough, but right now I’ve got almost every single sunny spot dedicated to something we can grow and eat.

We’ll have tomatoes at some point, too, but I’d prefer to buy them as seedlings. I’m already unsure just how well the current round of babies is going to do. I’m so worried about that broccoli, but I guess at some point you have to just let it do its thing and hope for the best.

I hope everything comes up. I’ve read everything I can, but sometimes it all gets confused and muddled, so at some point I just sort of have to... hope. Supposedly last year’s corn should return, but man... I don’t know. We’ll keep an eye on it. If it hasn’t come up by the time seedlings start appearing in the store we’ll just pull them up and replant. That was a wonderful exercise last year.

We also put out more clover seed in the front (last year’s clover is BOOMING), and spread some wildflower seeds around as well. Marc filled up the bird feeders, hosed off the patio and set up the chairs. We’re going to buy a better pressure washer than the old electric one we have from the old house, both for our use and so my parents don’t have to keep hiring someone to clean their siding. That will make a big difference.

It’s amazing what a difference an afternoon of work made in the back yard -- it looks and feels so much better. Afterwards we got showered up and changed, and then a little bit ago I made some veggie fried brown rice with steamed veggie dumplings. A little later on I’m going to make us some sakura lattes and maybe something light to snack on for dessert.

And how are you?

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