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#Mega Man's gotta be SO used to the disappearing blocks if he can just walk past them like that
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Its kinda funny seeing Sonic and Mega Man react to and utilize different elements from their games.
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ultraclops · 4 years
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Semi-live Blogging: Return of the Mao Mao Episodes
Before we start, is it just me or is the animation like 10x smoother than it usually is? Also like I said with Nakey, there’s a lot more good expressions too!
Lucky Ducky Mug
Adorabat drinks from sippy cup like baby
"What, Mao Mao's ridiculous mug?" says Badgerclops, holding a cheap plastic big gulp cup he probably got from the grocery store.
How did Adorabat not notice the Lucky Ducky sticker on the Aerocycle
"Don't touch it" (Badgerclops proceeds to slam the table to move it) Ah Badgerclops, ever the contrarian
I'M SORRY DID MAO MAO BLOW THE ROOF OFF OF HQ BY SCREAMING
I love the way Mao says "PROFESSIONAAAL SILENCEEE"
Badgerclops trying to make his mouth disappear and failing made me scream with laughter
Are they seriously reducing Ratarang to 'the funny lil Italian guy'? C’mon guys you’re better than this
Wait why do they think Kevin is Adorabat?? They've seen Adorabat multiple times?? "But they're both blue!" You FOOL Kevin is TEAL there's a difference
Everybody gangsta til Mao Mao's ears start speaking morse code
They're doing surprisingly good silent but it's probably not gonna be that way very long.
Thank you, Lucky Ducky Mug, for catering to my niche interest in characters with neon outlines on black backgrounds.
Mao Mao thinking: Normal thoughts
Badgerclops thinking: Musical-esque singing
Adorabat thinking: Literally just heavy metal
The Sweetypies seriously think they're just playing a really intense game of charades huh,,,
(Mao jabs BC in the stomach with the fire net) HAHA GET REKT
The scene with Badgerclops trying to give Mao Mao Penny's mug is the funniest shit in the world I couldn't stop laughing...or maybe I'm just sleep-deprived
So the Sky Pirates are so similar compared to the Sheriff's Dept. that they can think perfectly in sync? That's cool
SKY PIRATES SONG SKY PIRATES SONG
Why is Snugglemagne throwing a random tea party & why did he only invite the Sheriff's Dept.
Yep there goes the plan. Both of their plans.
Am I going crazy or did the skin on Mao Mao's mouth tear apart like it was sewn shut?! Also yay they're talking again
"It's not gonna stop charging, so I'm just gonna let it explooode..." Mood
"What about the mega laser tube made by mega Losers?" Fsfhkfh
Hey, everyone learned something new from this experience! Are the Sky Pirates gonna try that Hive Mind tactic from now on?
Awww, they fixed his mug with gold - GOD DAMN IT I KNEW THERE WAS A CATCH!!
Lonely Kid
(Sighs) ...I said (SIGHS)
"I literally can't relate to that problem at all." says Badgerclops, who joined a gang because he wanted people to like him.
Shin just dropped off Mao Mao at a summer camp and expected him to make friends? Why does this feel like the plot of Camp Camp
I'm sorry the Mao clan has a freaking PARTY AERO-BUS??
NOO GERALDINE
That BGM is DEFINITELY an extended version of "I Love You, Mao Mao" and I want the lyrics NOW
So Bao was literally just a stray that Mao took home?? Would make sense as to why he wasn't trained
I have a feeling the Flimborg is some sort of sacred being the townspeople worship for some reason
How in the hell did Mao tie that guy up and why didn't he bother to untie him
HOW'D HE SET THE ROCKS ON FIRE USING PAINT
"And then you become frien-" "BEES. IN THE EYES."
"Everyone knows bees are our friends!" "Uh, actually, they were wasps." "Friends to no-one!" Usually I'd agree with BC, but I read an article about someone befriending a wasp and her babies so.
So the Mao clan's just known as the "Golden Cat Family Up The Hill?" Huh. I thought they’d have more recognition, especially since Shin says he went to that same summer camp at the beginning.
Man those kids are jackasses
"Say hi to your mommy!" "I would if she was here..." Excuse me wHAT
Noo don't cry baby boi - tHEN BAO JUST TACKLES HIM ASFHDKDL
"Go away! I don't feel like laughing right now!"
Look. You can see the EXACT point Mao developed his adult personality
I know Mao Mao means well but that is gonna go terribly wrong.
"I AM A HERO! I WILL BE LOVED!!" Okay first of all OUCH, second of all THAT IS PAIN
This monster empty, YEET
Awww it was just a sweet little puppy-ish monster...and it was his BIRTHDAY
"Hi, Aunt Gloria!" (Pulls out pitchfork) BETRAYAL
He didn't feel bad about ruining the festival because he made a friend doing it I 💞💞💝💝💗💗
Thanks for that 'different times' comment cuz I don't want kids thinking being beat is normal.
"Just like you found me...and I'm your best friend!" Tbh I thought she was gonna say 'Me and Badgerclops' & that would make a lot more sense
Why are they fighting over who's his best friend they're obviously BOTH his best friends
I'm sorry did Badgerclops just call Adorabat a "little mutant"?? ARE THE SWEETYPIES MUTANTS??
Awww his friends love him sm...and he feels so loved too...💓💓💗💗💕💕
Try Hard
No one gives a shit about Pinky being kidnapped lol
"K for Copyright Infringement"
"You'll never be like me!" Oof a little harsh maybe?
"You've gotta learn to be your own kind of hero, in your own special way!" So THAT'S where it's from
"You just gotta...try hard." Hey, title drop!
Ngl the moment Mao Mao said "Badgerclops take the shot" I immediately thought of The Confession 3 by TomSka
"Up in a tree, little old me, about to do something...UGLY..." 7-year-old me sniping people on Halo 3 like
Why is he shooting them with gelatin tho? ...oh. Oh THAT'S why.
Tbh if I didn't have subtitles on I would've thought BC was saying "beep boop"
This badger and cat empty, YEET
Adorabat walking into the Skyship with only a walkie-talkie is giving me some sort of vibes...OH, Silent Hill! Or Tattletail
WHOOP HIS ASS SWEETIE
"Mao Mao would hide the body!" Very unsubtle there, wonder how it got past censors
"Ratarang, say something!" "Pasketti?" "THAT'S THE BRAT!"
Wait a sec, they can just use Badgerclops' arm to power the ship? Why didn't they try that in CapturedClops?
"Good thing my head is in here cuz I'm a-scared of heights!" Ramaraffe. Whose whole schtick is making herself taller. Is acrophobic?
"Because she's Sheriff's Department, that's how! >:3" "Also y'all tend to be pretty incompetent >X/"
Why does she keep trying to use the elevator when she can fly? Nvm she climbed up Badgerclops' arm
"Ooooh I'm also hereeee"
"JERK BUTT"
Why is the Omega Field just a bunch of broken glass? And why doesn't she just step around it?
"I can fly!" "She can fly!" "SHE FORGOT?!" Ooh that's why
"You're the best thing to ever happen to a bat like me." 💝💝💕💕💓💓
Wait she's talking through the walkie-talkie and her molts are there but she isn't there where is she?
Oh she was freeing the other two from the gelatin. No wonder Mao Mao almost threw up, it was bug flavored.
GET HIS ASS, HONEY!! ADORASLAP!!
I hope that 'Nah' means Adorabat's realized she needs to be herself instead of her just rejecting her individuality like I think it is.
Scared Of Puppets
Oh, so this takes place after Sleeper Sofa! Praying it's a fix-it episode...
"DISCARD ANYTHING THAT DOESN'T BRING YOU JOY!!" Fuckin Marie Kondo up in here
Oh no PTSD flashbacks. He's scared of them cuz one's head landed on his lap as a kid? Understandable have a nice day.
Who tf collapsed into a sobbing heap on the floor then leaps back up and insists they're fine? Mao Mao, apparently.
Hairless ape? Is that what they call humans or are they something different in general?
"TAKE ALL MY MONEY!!" What did BC want an antique puppet for if he had no idea Mao was scared of them...
Mr. Din Dandalib!
"I...(eye twitch) love him too..."
IM SORRY DID HE FUCKING THROW UP OUT OF FEAR...holy SHIT
If I scared my friend and they threw up I would simply never do that again. RIP to Badgerclops but I'm different
(Badgerclops makes concrete blocks around the pothole) "Why didn't you just fill in the pothole??" "I AM TRYING MY BEST!!"
"I SIGNED YOUR DUMB CAST, NOW LEAVE!!"
...Illegal house plants? ...like marijua-
That was literally just that one video where a guy knocked out another guy in a mask jumping out of a trash can...
So it's a CPR class...AND a hair-styling class? How
I stg the moment Badgerclops walked in the door I knew he was carrying Mr. Din Danalin I SWEAR
"You're 10." "BUT I'M 6??" JFC Shin doesn't know his own son's age AND is partially responsible for his pupaphobia. And I called it on Mao Mao being six in the flashbacks
OH WIG
Can someone take the footage of the Annex exploding and add the ReviewTechUSA intro over it please
"How many Adult Learning Annexes have to be destroyed before you admit you're scared of puppets?!" is extremely funny without context
(Mao punches the wall cuz hes mad at himself for being scared) Kinkinkinkinki
How does one forget to drink milk
Oh shit the scene from the promo...
Yay he's starting to feel less scared - wait NVM it JUST STARTED TALKING??
OG SGUTVKC FGCJ OG SHKR OF DJCN JKKKKK
Oh it was just a dream - er, nightmare. FIRST NIGHTMARE SEQUENCE OF THE SERIES!
"I just gotta get my socks on...wait, I wear socks, right?" Dud e you wear NOTHING BUT A BELT...
"I KNEW SELLING THOSE HAIRLESS APE DOLLS WOULD ATTRACT DARK FORCES"
"There’s a lot of pu-" "PUBLIC DANGER"
Those puppets are alive I stg
"I'M A BIG BOI..."
Awwww she said what he told her at the beginning of the episode!
"I'M AFRAID OF PUPPETS" TITLE DROP YET AGAIN
Adorabat takes after Badgerclops sometimes I swear
Oooh shit sequel hook - oh NVM it was Badgerclops voice acting - NVM Mao Mao passed out. Dang
The Perfect Couple
Watermelon time babyyy
TRANSFORMATION TIME BABYYYY
Ah so he wanted to perfectly cut a watermelon in half, that's why he got so many?
"I need (counts on fingers) 600 more watermelons!" glad to see I'm not the only one who counts on my fingers
Why would Penny and Benny need 600 watermelons for their wedding? Also I called it on Penny & Benny being the couple
Mao Mao has to officiate the wedding? I thought priests did that
Please don’t throw up again Mao Mao
"I WILL BUY YOU A BAG TO HOLD YOUR STUFF..."
"A nondescript sack!!" Dude he just taking out the trash...
Nvm its just laundry
"I WILL TURN THIS BUSH AROUND"
Oh so THAT'S what Ramaraffe thought Kevin was Adorabat
"Why don't you buy me cake and do my laundry?" Are you implying you wanna marry Mao Mao, Badgerclops 👀
I lov Mao Mao's faces in this scene he legit looks like a bishouen anime protagonist
Nvm no transformation it's just his wedding outfit
Why did they invite Orangusnake and Boss Hosstritch to the wedding tho? What about when they hid in their moving truck and used their electricity - wait Badgerclops technically did that last one, nvm
Wait THEY DIDN'T TALK TO EACH OTHER BEFORE THE WEDDING?? What a perfect couple huh
Is Mao Mao having hallucinations just gonna be a regular thing now....
IS PENNY SERIOUSLY GONNA MARRY ORANGUSNAKE OUT OF SPITE ASFSDGFUK
Why did Mao Mao say "melons" in a Spanish accent I'm scared
"They're both terrible, so what does it matter if they get hitched or not?" They're definitely gonna change their minds now
"She lied because she wanted to protect his feelings! And he lied because he couldn't bear to hurt her!" Isn't that just the plot of The Truth Stinks?
OH SHIT HE CUT ORANGUSNAKE IN HALF HOLY FUCK
He made Orangusnake officiate the wedding as punishment lol
Why are they,,,stepping on the watermelons?? Damn right Badgerclops I'd cry over that too
"What's, uh, your credit score like?" "850. Why, is that good?" "It's perfect..." HE WANTS TO MARRY MAO MAO NOW ASDFHKL
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burtfurlong · 3 years
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A Dame to Fist For - part one
Forky sat with his feet on his desk. He was smoking a cigar and reading the newest issue of Hog Shooters, a magazine about murdering wild pigs. He was drinking scotch even though it was early in the afternoon. People like Forky drank scotch all the time, because they were detectives. Forky was a detective. Just then a dame walked in. Her name was Valma and her boobs were good. Valma came in and said, “Hey, you’re a detective, right?”
To which Forky replied, “You see the scotch, don’tcha darling?”
Valma threw herself dramatically on Forky’s desk, her real big cleavage deliberately bulging out of her dress, “You gotta help me Mr. Forky! Please! I’ve been kicked out of every precinct and investigator's office in the metro area! Oh, Mr. Forky! I’ve got nowhere else to turn!”
“Alright kid, stuff your udders back in your top and quit crying on my desk,” snapped Forky
“I’m as gay as the day is long and there’s nothing I like more than a bunch of dicks and cocks in my butthole and mouth shooting jizz everywhere, ya understand?”
Valma gathered her tremendous boobs back into her dress and wiped her eyes. Dejected, she turned to leave.
“Hold on kid!” called Forky, “Just because I like sucking dicks more than tits don’t mean I won’t hear ya out. Christ I’m a faggot, not a monster.”
“Oh, thank you Mr. Forky! Thank you, sir! I can’t thank you enough!” Valma was near hysterics.
“Calm down sister, I said I’d hear you out. Whether I take the case or not depends. Now what’s the scoop? out with it.”
Valma composed herself, “Is that scotch Mr. Forky?”
“The names Forky, private eye, you can drop the Mister. And that’s right, this is scotch. Gay scotch.” He picked up the bottle of gay scotch and poured two glasses, sliding one over to Valma. “Now try to relax kid, and tell me about the case.”
“Gay scotch Mr. Fork? I mean, Forky.”
“Relax kid, it won’t turn you gay. Now, the case.”
Valma took a sip of the scotch and set herself down in one of the offices leather seats. “I’m not even sure where to begin.” she said
“Start from the top kid. I’m gonna need every last detail before I decide if I’m gonna help you or not.”
“Okay sir.”
“Forky!” he snapped
“Okay Forky, but it’s might take me a while.”
“I’m all ears sister.”
“It’s my uncle,” Valma began, “He’s gone missing, it's like he just disappeared without a trace,” She said lighting a slim dainty cigarette. “I’m all he’s got. He doesn’t have any other family or children and he’s not married. When I ask people to help me Forky, some of them act like they never even heard of my uncle! like he never existed! Mr. Forky you gotta help me!”
Forky took a sip of gay scotch and leaned back in his seat. “What's your name kid?” he asked trimming the tip of a cigar.
“Valma.”
Forky lit his cigar, exhaled, and took another sip of gay scotch, ”what's your uncle’s name Valma”
“Tommy Kielbasi.”
Forky shot up in his seat, “Ya don’t say? What's your uncle do for a living Valma?”
“Well, I’m not sure really. I just know that he works for NecroCorp ltd. As a junior senior investment manager, but I don’t know what that means Mr. Forky”
“Means you’re gonna have to give me a hell of a good reason to take this case kid. A junior senior investor from NecroCorp goes missing, and you're telling me the police are acting like he never existed?” Forky stood up and began to refresh the ice in their glasses. Valma was pale and looked stressed. She waited to see what Forky would say next.
“It’s no secret that the cops are in cahoots with every crime family and shady syndicate in the metro, so if they're acting like this guy ain’t ringing a bell. Well let's just put it this way kid, I like literal dicks up my asshole, not metaphorical ones.”
Valma’s eyes began to swell with tears. She bit her lip and stared at the ground. Forky stepped over to the chair Valma was sitting in and handed her a glass of gay scotch. “Now let’s hear it Valma, the part you’re not telling me.”
Valma began to kick her crossed leg nervously.
“Come on kid!” Forky exclaimed, “you got a learning disability or something? Unless you’re a dame with a giant cock hiding under that dress of yours you can drop the damsel in distress act and cut to the chase! Nothings free in this city. I got bills ya understand! I already told you, I’m gonna need allthe details before I take the case, if I take it.”
Valma began to cry, and the crying gave way to abject sobbing.
Forky had seen a lot in his career. He’d seen dozens of dames slide into his office thinking 12 inches of juicy cleavage was going to get them a free ride, and Forky was gonna drop his issue of Hog Shooters magazine without marking the page and hurry off to go snooping on the hypotenuse of a love triangle, no questions asked. The way Valma had begun to sob however, was proof enough for Forky of the girl’s genuine concern for her uncle. Whether she was naive or not didn’t change the fact. Like Forky had said, He was a faggot, not a monster. There was a time when Forky was a young police cadet, eager to uphold the law and protect the regular people of the city. While that may have been a lifetime ago, the code Forky lived by was still the same. Valma was a regular girl, and while she might have an uncle who was a junior senior exec at NecroCorp ltd. she was just a regular girl concerned about a missing family member. It didn’t matter how naive that meant she was.
The whole situation pleaded with Forky’s sense of justice, “You really don’t know anything else, do ya kid?” he asked.
“Honestly sir! That’s all I know! Oh, please sir! I have nowhere else to turn!”
Forky sighed and sat back in his chair. He flipped out a notepad, “Where did you see your uncle Tommy last Valma?”
“I last saw him at his hotdog cart four days ago. You see Mr. Forky, he was a vegetarian, so he didn’t eat hotdogs. So every day I would visit him at around noon while he was at work and bring him a vegetarian lunch, and ask him how his day had been.”
Forky took off his hat and rubbed his temples, “Kid, I thought you said your uncle was junior senior investment manager, Tommy Kielbasi. Whether you know it or not your uncle Tommy is a notorious white-collar criminal in the metro area. You ever hear of the Scungilli heist? Sure, he’s been under the radar for a while now, but that don’t change the fact that he’s a junior exec on the NecroCorp payroll. He ain’t selling hotdogs from a cart kid, and he sure as hell ain’t no senior citizen,”
Valma rose up. Her demeanor suddenly exhibiting more confidence, “Thats not true Mr. Forky! I swear! My uncle is an old man who worked at that hot dog cart for 60 years! It’s just that the Necrocorp building in the uptown area bought out all the vendors that worked within a ten-block radius of their building. He told me that people from NecroCorp made him sign papers saying he was selling his hotdog stand and accepting a position as junior senior investment manager. I know that my uncle didn’t like it, but he never wanted to discuss things he didn’t like with me. All he said was that he had no choice. He couldn’t really make sense of any of it, but the people at NecroCorp told him not to worry. They said nothing would change and that he could keep selling hotdogs; and now he’s gone missing and nobody knows a thing!”
“You telling me NecroCorp bought out a hotdog vendor with an offer he couldn’t refuse, or understand, just to let the guy keep peddling wieners? You saying It’s just a coincidence that he’s got the same name as a known corporate exec? So they just decided to give him a matching job title? You expect me to believe that?”
Valma’s eyes began to shimmer with welling tears.
“Look I’m sorry kid, it’s just a hell of a coincidence,” The more details Forky heard about the case, the less things seemed to add up, “where did your uncle live Valma?”
“Not far from here Mr. Forky. 25 Far West End.”
“Thats just a few blocks west. You stayed with your uncle?”
“No Forky, I have an apartment in the mega-complex on the east side, 44,019 Cherry Tower.”
Forky put his hat back on and started to get up, “I’ll tell you what kid, I can’t say I ain’t curious. How about I go take a look around your uncle's place and see what I can find.”
Valma shot up and threw herself on the desk again, instinctively squeezing her cleavage towards Forky with urgency, “You will sir?!”
“Keep your shirt on sister. I told you I’m sucking cocks for the opposite team. Let's just say you got my curiosity piqued. I’m gonna tell you right now, this case starts leading me in a hot direction and things get too dicey, I’m dropping it like a limp cock outta my stretched-out anus, no ifs ands or buts.” Valma stared at Forky like a worried puppy, “That being said, this ain’t how I usually like to do business, so I'm taking the case pro bono.”
“Thank you, Mr. Forky sir! Thank you so much! Oh, Thank you!” Valma sprang up and wrapped her arms around Forky’s neck as he tucked his revolver into his underarm holster, “Say! watch it when I’m handling the iron, sweetheart! I may be taking this case pro bono but a job’s a job, and when I go to work it ain’t funny business, ya understand? Now scram! You'll hear from me when I got news.” Valma thanked Forky profusely and left his office.
”25 Far West End. that’s by the docks,” Forky pulled on his trench coat. “Call me a grade-A circus clown dope, but when I used to suck Tommy Kielbasi’s cock he wasn’t no old-fogey. The guy always wanted to shove a hotdog up my ass though, every time. There’s gotta be some connection.”
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hamitome--imagines · 7 years
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Personal Protection Squad
Hamilsquad x Reader
Hamiltime
Requested by anonymous
Request: Could you possibly write a Hamilsquad x reader where the reader is one of the boys teenage sister (maybe Alexander or Laurens) and she really wants to join the war and stuff cause FREEDOM and the boys are super protective and it's super sweet bUT I gotta have some angst so the reader gets seriously injured or something and the squad gets MEGA UPSET
A/N: Let’s play ‘Spot the Doctor Who Reference.’ Also, screw writer’s block. I could not write anything. So sorry for no story lately. I will get to ships again. Lastly, I move into college again in a week. So give me a few days around that time to get resettled. And oops, the reader isn’t a teenager. Sorry…please forgive me. But I hope you still enjoy this.
PSA: Do not bind your chest like the reader. It’s not safe so look for safer alternatives.
Word Count: 5,493
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Your brother was always protecting you.  When you were learning how to walk, he’d toddle along beside you. Every time that you stumbled, he’d reach out to catch you. He was only two years older so he usually failed to keep you upright and walking, but every now and then he kept you from falling down.
Of course, the two of you did stupid things while growing up. You got into a lot of situations where you could’ve gotten hurt but John was always there looking out for you. There were times when you’d walk around the land of the family plantation, just looking for something to do. One of those times you managed to slip and fall. You injured your leg. John helped you get back home. And he helped you the whole time you were recovering.
Then, the two of you ventured to New York. In any other situation, you might have been scared but not with your older brother there. And then you met his friends, Alexander and Hercules and Lafayette, and they looked out for you just like your brother did. Which was actually how you had met Hercules the first time.
John had gone out for something, so you decided to go out and shop. Everything was fine until you passed one of the pubs. A man stumbled out as you walked past. “Well hello.” He slurred. You stilled and looked back at him and then you looked around to see if he had been talking to you. There was no one else around.
“Me?” You asked.
“Yeah you, pretty thing.” He walked closer.
“Uh…thanks?” You said, confused as if you should be thanking him or not.
“You got a name darling?” He asked. You stalled. You didn’t really want to tell him. You also didn’t want to anger him. He was drunk and you didn’t know what he might do.
“Hey. Sorry I left you shopping alone sweetheart.” A deep voice said. A large man came up and wrapped an arm around your waist before pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Who’s your friend?” He asked the man with a threatening tone to his voice.
“Uh, don’t worry about it.” The man said and backed off.
You turned to the man beside you. “Thanks.” you said.
“Don’t mention it. There’s a lot of creeps about. It’s not safe alone, you should have someone looking out for you.” The man said.
“Hercules!” You heard your brother shout. You turned to look in confusion, you briefly registered that the man still had his arm around your waist. “Care to tell me why you have your arm around my sister?” He asked.
The man, Hercules, smirked before pulling you closer. You squeaked in surprise. He leaned down and whispered, “Just play along. It’ll be fun.” He looked back at your brother. “This cutie is your sister?” He asked.
“Yes, and I’d appreciate it if you’d let her go.” John said. Hercules removed his arm and took a step away.
“Relax John.” He said.
“Hercules helped get some creep away from me.” You explained.
“Oh, you did?” He asked his friend. Hercules nodded. “Well thanks. You know, I actually wanted to introduce you to Hercules. Well him and Alexander and Lafayette.” So later that day, you met the rest of the boys. And they also made sure to protect you, just like your brother. Even when you didn’t want them to.
“Absolutely not.” John told you.
“Why not?” You argued with your older brother.
“Because, I’m supposed to protect you while we’re here. Dad would be pissed if I let you join the rebels.” He fought back like it was obvious.
“You’re gonna enlist!” You shot back.
“Well I’m older.” He said and crossed him arms.
“By two years.”
“And I’m also a guy.” He added. “And I agree that it’s stupid that women can’t fight, unfair, but then at least other women, and you, will be safe from the fighting.”
“John, you know as well as I do that I can hold my own in a fight. Hell, I could kick your ass. And I’m about to if you don’t let me join.” You threatened.
“You can sure try.” John said condescendingly. “But you aren’t joining. And I am.” He stood to go leave and do that.
“John.” You said, starting to plead now.
“Y/N, we want you to be safe. Me, Alexander, Laf, and Herc. We all want you to be safe. So we’re fighting for your safety and on your behalf.” He said. He gave you a hug and slipped out the front door. Next time you saw your brother, he’d be a soldier. And you’d be a girl stuck waiting for her family and friends to return and you’d be powerless to help them.
You stormed to your room although you have no one at the house to avoid anymore. As you entered your room you paused in front of a mirror. You studied your reflection. Your features weren’t overly feminine. With just a bit of tweaking, you could easily pass as a man.
You made a list in your head. You’d need to cut your hair to be shorter but you’d save that for last. You didn’t know when John would be home next but if he came home unexpectedly you’d be unable to hide it. You needed find a way to compress your chest. Lastly, you needed something besides dresses, pants mainly.
You went to John’s room and rummaged for a pair of pants that you knew he wouldn’t miss. Next you found one of his shirts. They were rather large but that wouldn’t be a problem. You lived with little siblings. They had a habit of ripping their clothes. They also had hand-me-downs that needed altered to their sizes. Not to mention your mother dying a few years ago. You had become the family seamstress. You could easily hem the pants and take in the shirt.
So you set to work on that. The hardest part was getting an accurate measurement. Once you did that, you got to work cutting and sewing. After two weeks, you had men’s clothes that fit you rather well. A pair of boots that you used to wear on your plantation would be good enough to pass as men’s shoes.
Next problem was your breasts. You took and old dress and cut it into strips. You tied them together and set to work winding them around your chest. You kept it loose enough that it was breathable but tight enough that your boobs weren’t so noticeable. If you kept your shirts loose enough, no one would notice.
A few days later, you had a sheet on your bedroom floor and were standing in front of your mirror with a pair of scissors. You grabbed an small portion of your hair and held it out away from your head. You brought the scissors up, took a deep breath, squeezed your eyes shut, and closed the scissors. You heard a snip and felt the resistance in the hair disappear. You let your eyes opened and dropped the length of hair. The first cut is always the hardest.
After a bit more snipping and cutting, you had a sloppy but short hair cut. A bit of it still hung down, but too short to do anything with. You tied the cloth around your chest and pulled on John’s old clothes. You knew Hercules had left a hat at your home at least once. So after searching for a short time for found a grey hat. You slipped it on and positioned it how Hercules usually wore it.
You would easily blend in with the other soldiers.
So you went to the closest recruiting officer. The very first thing he did was check your height. Apparently you needed to be a certain hight to fight. You thought that was bit stupid with the lack of man power. However, you were fine—apparently you were tall enough. A physician looked you over. He made a comment that you were a bit thin but the recruiting officer deemed you to be passable. You signed your false name, James Laurens, you expected you’d just be referred to as Laurens on the battle field. And then you took an oath before a magistrate. “Alright Laurens, a group of new soldiers will be leaving for Boston in a few days.”
So all that was left to do was wait. You, and a group of other men, took a two day ride to Boston. You were all given blue jackets before you reached camp. Once you arrived, you blinked and looked around as you looked at the encampment. Well, you had no idea where to start. You knew you weren’t hiding from the boys so you sought them out. You walked up to a solider. “Excuse me. I’m looking for a few friends of mine that I knew who recently enlisted. Alexander Hamilton, John Laurens, and Lafayette. Do you know where I could find them?” The solder directed you to a tent near the center of the camp.
You heard them from inside before as you walked closer. You peaked inside. Three cots. As long as they didn’t murder you for enlisting, you could bunk with them. Less chance of being caught in your lie that way. You took a deep breath before walking into the tent. “Excuse me.” You piped up.
John and Lafayette were both reading, focused on the plot of their books. Alexander was writing as usual. They were all wearing the same coat as you. Alexander spoke up, not looking up from his desk. “Yeah? What’s-” Then he looked up. His friends looked up as well at his silence. They all recognized you instantly, your disguise not working on them since they knew you.
“What. The. Fuck.” John growled. He stalked passed and looked out the tent, making sure no one was close by. “What are you doing here?!” He shouted. “I told you to stay home!” The two other men sat silently, not sure what to do as their friend reprimanded his younger sister.
“And I told you I didn’t want to.” You shot back, glaring at your brother. “I wanted to help fight. You said no but I decided I didn’t care.”
“Dad is going to kill me. You realize that right?” He asked.
“Dad doesn’t need to know.” You told him. John snatched the hat off your head. He tossed it back to Laf who set it on his desk with a bunch of paper, you assumed that was to be delivered back to Hercules.
“So how will you explain your new haircut?” He asked. “Or your sudden absence from Manhattan? What if he drops by for a visit?”
“If he stops by, he’ll probably write to you at camp asking where I am and you can just tell him I’m visiting some friends. As for the hair, this is a three year enlistment. I’m sure it’ll grow a bit before we’re done here.” You argued.
“Y/N…I just wanted you to stay safe.” John said, sounding a bit defeated.
“We all did.” Alexander piped up.
“And I don’t want to be useless. I don’t want to sit around hoping that you guys come home safely. I can’t stand the thought of being stuck under the rule of that pretentious king any longer. If you guys want me to safe, you’ll have to protect me alongside you on the battle grounds.”
“We could tell Washington.” John argued.
“Hell no.” Alexander said.
“That is a bad idea mon amie.” Lafayette spoke up for the first time.
“Look, I’m trying to prove myself here.” Alexander said, standing from his desk. “If we tell Washington your little sister enlisted, then we’ll be accused of knowing about it. And even if we didn’t, Washington may never really trust us.”
“Please guys…” You pleaded.
John sighed. “Fine. You can bunk with us. Did you use our last name?” You nodded. “I’ll speak to Washington, tell him that we’re cousins and our family prefer that we be stationed together.” So after a few days, John came back from his meeting with Washington. “Well, Washington is willing to keep us stationed together. For now it’s basic stations. If you prove your skill then we can actually rise up and get important positions.” John huffed and sat down on his cot.
“Thanks.” You said. He looked up at you. “For getting us stationed together and for not telling Washington about me.”
He chuckled. “You didn’t give me much of a choice.” He said. “You really are a pain in the ass, you know that?” He asked, but he was smiling at you. “But I’d still do anything to protect you.” He stood up and gave you a hug. When Alexander and Lafayette walked in.
“Group hug!” Lafayette shouted. The other two men came running up and joined the embrace. You knew it would have been a long war without these boys.
You fired another shot. Red coats all around. A pony tail of curls to the right of you. You knew where your enemy was and you knew where your brother was. In the heat of battle that was all you tried keep straight. Where to fire and where to look for help. After the first few attacks, John stopped being overly protective and was more confident in your ability to hold your own. He’d still stay close but was more concerned with taking down the British than protecting you.
The line of redcoats advanced, causing the rebels to fall back. You took a step back before realizing you had lost sight of John. You did a quick scan and found him behind a tree as a poor attempt of cover. His gun was clearly not working and he had no one close enough to cover him. You raced over to his side. “What are you doing?” He asked. “Get out of here.” He ordered you.
“You first.” You said. “You have no gun and this is all the cover you have. So I cover, you get out, then I follow.”
“I don’t like that idea.” He countered. Then a gunshot hit the backside of the tree. Luckily the tree was thick and not hollowed out so the bullet didn’t get through.
“It’s the only one we have.” You told him then gave him a shove. “Now go!” You leaned around the tree just enough to fire a shot. And saw there was a large group of redcoats advancing quick. Back behind the tree, John was still here. “Go!” You shouted.
“Leave no man behind.” He said. “Especially not family.”
“I have my gun. I’ll be fine. I’m quick, I can get away. We both don’t need to be put in danger. And if something happens, you’ll save me.” You gave a small little smile. Ease his worries.
“Make sure you get your ass back to base in one piece.” He ordered. You nodded. With that, John ducked and ran to group back up with the rest of the army. You fired a few shots before cutting further right and trying to go and circle back to your men. You lost the large group of British firing at you. There was still the distant sound of gunshots behind you but you knew it was the two armies.
You spun when you heard twigs snapping behind you. Gun poised to shoot, you found three British soldiers. Two with their guns trained on you. “Shit.” You grumbled under your breath.
“Seems we found a lost little rebel.” One man sneered. He stepped forward and pulled your gun from your hands. He looked down at the musket and then back up at you. In one quick motion, he brought the butt of the gun up and hit you in the face. You instantly blacked out and fell to the ground.
John pushed his way into his tent and let out a deep breath. “That was awful.” He said.
Alexander looked to his friend. “Where’s Y/N?” He asked.
“She should be coming back soon. She saved my ass back there.” He said. “She was pretty brave.”
“How long are we waiting before we worry?” Lafayette asked.
“We aren’t worrying.” John said. “She’ll be back.”
“I know you like to think that but we have to consider that she might not get back.” Alexander said cautiously. “She could end up in trouble.”
John paused. “We wait three hours.” He said. And those three hours quickly passed. “Now what?”
“Go to Washington?” Alexander suggested.
“I will, but then I’m going to look for her.” John said.
“Mon amie, she’ll be in enemy hands if she’s alive.” Lafayette said. “You won’t be able to get to her alone.”
“Good thing we have an army then huh?” John said before ducking out of the tent.
You groaned as you woke up. You head hurt and your nose was unbelievably sore. You brought a hand up to it. “It’s broken.” A voice said. You sat up, the motion making light-headed, and faced the sound of the voice. Another solider. Not from your camp but he was recently captured too. His clothes were still fairly clean and he wasn’t too disheveled yet. “Your nose.” He said. “It’s broken. There’s dried blood and it’s clearly crooked.”
“I guess that’s what happens when a gun smacks you in the face.” You said. “Where are we?” You asked.
“No idea. The windows are boarded over. Where were you fighting?” He asked. You told him. “Well, we couldn’t be far from there if they got you here while you were still blacked out.” You nodded in agreement. You looked around the room you were in.
The windows were boarded over but the boards had slits and holes in them. Not low enough or large enough to see through, but enough to let in sunlight. The floor was bare but along the back were a few benches. Or at least they used to be benches, now they were broken and useless. A closer look confirmed they might have been church pews.
“Are we in an old church?” You asked.
“I think so. Weird place to leave men to die huh?” He asked. It was indeed full of men. Union soldiers to be more precise. Some of them sleeping, passed out, or maybe even dead. Some were awake, merely sitting around and waiting. Many seemed to have been here for a while. “Seems starvation and poor sanitation are their favorite methods of killing.” He said. “You got a name?”
“Laurens.” You answered. “Uh James Laurens but I usually just go by my last name.”
“Smith.” He said. “John Smith.”
“So…what now?” You asked.
“We sit around and hope we’re rescued before we die of starvation or disease.” He said.
“Great.” You replied sarcastically. A few days later was when it got worse. You woke up, light coming in through the stain glass and openings in the wood and shining in your eyes. You sat up and looked around. Some of the men were already up and awake. You felt discomfort in your stomach.
You felt bile rise in your throat. You leaned to the side and expected to throw up but ended up dry heaving. You had no food and very little water to throw up. Your coughing and retching woke up Smith who had fallen asleep near you. “Are you alright Laurens?” He asked.
You gave him an unamused look when your fit passed. “Does it seem like I’m ok?” You asked.
“Well no, but will you live?” He asked.
“For a day or two more, probably.” You said. It was hard enough to stay hydrated, the British hardly even sparing more than a cup of water for prisoners each day. Now if you were sick, you would be vomiting up any and all water you take in. “I must have contracted something from one of the other soldiers. And if this disease doesn’t kill me, then the dehydration will.” You told him. “John is either going to be pissed or crushed, I’m not sure which.” You said.
“John?” Smith asked.
“Uh family member.” You said. “We enlisted within days of each other. I got captured trying to make sure he got to safety.”
“You’ll pull through. I’m sure of it.” Smith said. “Hell, I’m sure John is trying to save you right now.”
“Fuck!” John shouted the minute he got back into his tent. “Washington said that since we have no idea where the prisoners are being held, we can’t  have a rescue mission yet.”
“What do you want to do?” Alexander asked.
“We’re gonna look for her.” John said.
Lafayette smiled. “Allons-y!” He said. So then men took off their blue coats and shrugged on their old brown coats. Alexander grabbed a messenger bag and tossed a few things in there that they may need. They started walking around town. “So, what’s the plan mon amie?”
“Well, we look for British soldiers. I imagine they’d have guards stationed wherever they’re holding prisoners.” John said, thinking aloud. “If we see soldiers somewhere that doesn’t make sense, then we investigate a little.”
After a whole day of looking, the three men collapsed on a park bench. “We have nothing John. Look, this is a huge city. We have clue where they’re being kept.” Alexander said.
“My dad let us come up here only under the promise that I protect her. He didn’t even want her to come out here. But she told me how much she hated being at home. How much she wanted to see New York. So I talked to Dad, promised I’d look out for her. Look, how great of a job I did.” John said. “I screwed up. I can’t sit around right now.” With that, he stood. “If you want to go back to base, I get it.”
Alexander stood up too, but he had stopped listening to his friend. “That church closed it’s doors like three years ago right?” He said and pointed to a church down the road. “It was falling apart and didn’t have funds to rebuild?”
“Oui.” Lafayette replied. “Why do you ask?”
“Cause I just saw a British solider walk out.” Alexander said.
“Let’s get closer.” John said. The men slipped into an alley near the old church. “Alexander, did you bring a spy glass?” Alexander pulled one out of the bag and handed it to his friend. He looked through it. “Huh, looks like the windows are boarded up. We can’t see inside.” He lowered the spy glass.
“Well, prisoners can’t see out.” Lafayette reasoned. “Keeps them uncertain as to where they are being held.”
“But we need to be sure.” Alexander said. “There’s a opening up there.” He pointed up to where there was a rather large break in the boards. “If we can get up there then we can look down and through the window.”
John looked around. “How to you purpose we do that?” Alexander wandered deeper down the alley.
“Here.” He called his friends over. There was a ladder on the side of the building. They climbed up. The building was easily two stories allowing them to see down into the church next door. He used the spy glass and looked in the church.
“We got them.” He said with a smile. He handed the spy glass over. “A room full of union soldiers in there.”
“Washington will be thrilled to hear about this.” Alexander said. “Tell ya what, I’ll even let you have the credit.” He poked fun at his friend and their mutual want to rise up in station.
“Gee thanks but getting my sister back alive would be enough at this point.” He said. “Let’s go talk to Washington.”
You managed to stay hydrated thanks to Smith. He’d take a few drinks of his water before giving the rest to you. It helped but you still had no food left in your system to fuel your vomit. It was mostly water, which was disgusting. But as the sickness went on, you got more and more hungry. It was getting harder to stay awake all day. It was getting to the point that you’d only be awake to throw up. Then you’d slip back to slip.
“Laurens.” You felt someone kicking you. “Open your eyes.” It was Smith. “I know you’re exhausted but you have to stay awake.” You groaned but didn’t open your eyes. “Open your damn eyes Laurens.” He ordered.
You slowly pried your eyes open. Smith helped prop you up. “I’m tired.” you complained. You were tired, your throat was raw from the acidity of throwing up, the cloth around your chest was getting to be painful since you were wearing it constantly, you were hungry and thirsty, your whole body was sore. You wanted your brother to rescue you.
“I know. But unless the sun is down, I need you to stay awake. You’re sick and malnourished. The risk of you closing your eyes and not opening them is too high.” He said. Smith asked you pointless questions to keep you awake and alert. The same thing the next day. It was the third day that the question weren’t enough to keep you awake. “Dammit Laurens.” Now Smith resorted to shaking you. You blearily blinked and looked up at him.
“Stop the shaking or you’ll end up covered in puke.” Smith immediately stilled. You sat up. “I don’t know how much longer I can go through this.” You said.
“Hey, you have family looking or you. Think of them.” He reminded you. “They’ll be here soon, I’m sure.” But you fell back asleep, a deep sleep.
“Wake up Laurens.” Smith said, lightly patting the side of your face, trying to rouse you from sleep. Then the door was flung open. There was the sound of fighting. But hand to hand combat mostly. A few gunshots but not many. The British did have guns but after one shot they’d have to reload. If a group of Union soldiers came and surprised them, they could have gotten the guns from them. “Please let that be the rescue committee.” Smith pleaded and glanced back down at you. The door to the narthex was opened and a few soldiers rushed in.
Then a man rushed over. He had a curly pony tail and freckles. “Y/N! Shit!” He dropped in front of you.
“Who?” Smith asked. John froze. Shit. “His name is James, James Laurens.”
“Yeah I know that. Uh…Y/N is their middle name.” John bullshitted. “We’re cousins.” He said. “What’s wrong with them?” He asked.
“Uh, a few days ago he got sick, started throwing up. I did all I could to help him stay hydrated but we didn’t get any food. He’s sick and malnourished.”
“Damn.” John grumbled. “There are enough soldiers here to help clear out the rest of you.” He slipped one arm under your legs and the other under your torso before lifting you up bridal style. The other soldier stood too. “You good?” John asked him.
“Good enough.” He said. “Let’s get him to safety.” John nodded and headed off. They had a wagon but it was for the other prisoners. John looked at the horses. He smirked when he noticed Lee’s horse.
“I never liked him anyway.” With the help of Smith, he got you draped over the horse. Then he climbed up. “Take a horse.” John said.
“Am I allowed to?” He asked.
“Why not? I’m sure Washington won’t care if you needed a horse. After all, the other men are healthy. You’re not.” So the two men sped back to the camp. John dropped you off at your shared tent.
“Don’t you want to take him to the medic tent?” Smith asked.
“I’ll have the medic come here. I’d rather they be where I can keep an eye on them.” John reasoned. “You should go see a doctor.”
“Yeah. I’ll uh…I’ll come back and check on them.” And Smith was gone.
“You stupid idiot.” John complained. “You could’ve starved to death. Hell, I think you are.” He fused over getting you laid on your cot on your back. Lafayette and Alexander returned shortly after. “Laf, you gotta get her checked out. I can’t take her to the medic’s tent. Oh, and Alexander can you scrounge up some extra food and some clean water?”
“On it.” Alexander left.
Lafayette did a rudimentary check. “As soon as this sickness passes and she gets some more food, she should be alright. But she’ll need some medicine.”
“Can you go get some?” John asked.
“Oui. If the médecins don’t, I’ll just sweet talk the nurses.” He said with a smirk. Alexander came back with some water and a small plate of food.
“Alrighty Y/N. Time to wake up.” Alexander said. He shook you but you didn’t wake up. “Ok.” He took the some of the water and dumped in on you. You sputtered and sat up. You tried to say something but ended up coughing then throwing up again.
Someone was rubbing your back and holding a glass of water in front of you. You blinked in confusion. This was not the church. You looked up and saw Alexander holding the glass. “Alexander?” You asked. He smiled. You looked beside you and saw your brother. You flung yourself at him and held him in a hug. “You saved me.” You said.
“Yeah. Now drink some water.” He said. So you did and then ate some of the food Alexander brought.
“How did you find us?” You asked.
“I saw a soldier walk out of the church and knew it was really being used anymore.” Alexander said. “So I’m really your knight in shining armor here.” He teased. You rolled you eyes.
“Well, I carted you out of there and Lafayette is getting you medicine, so in a way we’re all your hero.” John argued.
“And I’m thankful for all of you.” You told them. Lafayette brought back medicine and you got some sleep. You woke up to John talking to someone.
“Thank you for look out for them.” He was saying. It was Smith. He glanced over.
“Oh hey, you’re alive.” Smith teased.
“Thanks to you I think.” You said. “Thank you so much. I owe you my life.”
“No. I’m just doing what a soldier should.” Smith said. “For his fellow man…and women.” He added with a knowing smile.
You furrowed your brow. “How did you know?” You asked.
“Your stature, form, voice. You got sicker and dehydrated quicker, as is usual for women. Then this guy here,” he gestured to John, “shouted a different name then you gave when enlisting.” He explained.
“Way to go.” You told John.
“Siblings?” He asked. The two of you nodded. “The secret is safe with me.”
“Thanks.” John and you said in unison. Smith smiled and walked out. You grimaced and messed with the binding on your chest.
“You ok?” He asked.
“Uh not really. Turn around.” You ordered. Usually the guys would set up a screen of some sort but you were too weak to stand or wait for that. So John turned around and you quickly took the bindings off. “Better now.” You said.
John sat on a crate near your cot. “You scared us.” He said. “At first I was worried you were killed. Then I was worried you were captured. Washington wouldn’t let us use man power to look around. So us guys looked on our own.”
“Well thank you.” You said.
“I should’ve stood up to you a few times. Shouldn’t have let you enlist. Hell, I shouldn’t have let you come out to New York.” He said.
“Hey, I’m glad you did.” You said.
“You almost died.” John said. “I could’ve stopped that.”
“Remember how you told me not to enlist?” You asked. He nodded. “I did it anyway. John, even if you didn’t let me move to New York with you, I would’ve come anyway. And I’d look for you because I knew you’d protect me.” You told him. “You always did.” You smiled at him. “Look, I was scared for a bit when I was captured. I was worried about dying. But I kept thinking, knowing, my big brother and his friends would save me. Like always.”
“You know this just shows that you should listen to me more.” He said.
“No chance.” You told him.
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Route 666- Part 3
Pairing: Eventual Dean x Reader
Word Count: 1,596
Warnings: Typical Supernatural violence, angst, language, minor character death, blood, you know the usual
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The Day Cassie Broke His Heart
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After what you said to her, she was more distant with you and the boys. You wished she would go away but that was short lived when she called Dean, scared out of her mind about a truck outside of her house. So, you and the Winchesters rushed over to her pace to see what was going on. You walked inside and she tensed when she saw you. Apparently, she wasn’t over about what you said to her.
Dean immediately rushed to her side and sat next to her, putting an arm around her.
“You didn't see who was driving the truck?” Sam asked.
“It seemed to be no one. Everything was moving so fast and then it was just gone. Why didn't it kill us?” Cassie asked, looking over at her mom who was seated beside her.
“Whoever was controlling the truck wants you afraid first.” Dean said.
“Mrs. Robinson, Cassie said that your husband saw the truck before he died.” You said, ignoring the way Dean was holding Cassie.
“Martin was under a lot of stress. You can't be sure about what he was seeing.” Cassie’s mom shrugged. She was hiding something.
“Well after tonight I think we can be reasonably sure he was seeing a truck. What happened tonight means you and Cassie are marked. Ok? Your daughter could die. So, if you know something now would be a really good time to tell us about it.” Dean said, looking at her mom.
“Fine, yes. Yes, he said he saw a truck.” The woman sighed.
“Did he know who it belonged to?” Sam asked.
“He thought he did.” She slumped her shoulders.
“Who was that?” You asked her.
“Cyrus. A man named Cyrus.” She said, getting up from her seat. You saw the brothers look at one another and Dean pulled out a newspaper clipping of a man. He showed it to Mrs. Robinson, looking up at her.
“Is this Cyrus?” Dean asked.
“Cyrus Dorian died more than 40 years ago.” She said.
“How do you know he died, Mrs. Robinson? The paper said he went missing. How do you know he died?” Sam asked in a soft voice.
“We were all very young. I dated Cyrus a while, I was also seeing Martin... in secret of course. Inter-racial couples didn't go over too well back then. When I broke it off with Cyrus and when he found out about Martin, I don't know, he, changed. His hatred was frightening. There were rumors of people of color disappearing into some kind of a truck. Nothing was ever done. Martin and a... Martin and I, we were going to be, uh, married in that little church near here, but last minute we decided to elope as we didn't want the attention.” Mrs. Robinson started crying now and you couldn’t help but feel bad for her.
“The day we set for the wedding, was the day someone set fire to the church. There was a children's choir practicing in there. They all died.” She continued.
“Did the attacks stop after that?” You asked.
“No! There was one more. One night that truck came for Martin. Cyrus beat him something terrible. But Martin got loose. And he started hitting Cyrus and he just kept hitting him and hitting him.” She cried.
“Why didn't you call the cops?” Dean wondered.
“This was forty years ago. He called on his friends, Clayton Soames and Jimmy Anderson, and they put Cyrus' body into the truck and they rolled it into the swamp at the end of his land and all three of them kept that secret all of these years.”
“And now all three are gone.” You said, sighing.
“And so is Mayor Todd. Now he said that you of all people would know he is not a racist. Why would he say that?” Dean asked.
“He was a good man. He was a young deputy back then investigating Cyrus' disappearance. Once he figured out what Martin and the others had done he... he did nothing, because he also knew what Cyrus had done.”
“Why didn't you tell me?” Cassie said, looking at her mother.
“I thought I was protecting them. And now there's no one left to protect.” Her mother cried.
“Yes there is.” Dean said and everyone looked at Cassie. You sighed and knew this would happen. Here was Dean, rescuing everyone like he was supposed to do. You got up and decided you needed fresh air and that is what you did.  You walked to the Impala and leaned against it, letting the tears fall where they may.
“Y/N, please don’t be upset.” You heard Sam say, walking to you.
“I can’t help but be that.” You wiped them away and watched as Dean walked out of the house.
“You know, my life was so simple. Just school, exams, papers on polycentric cultural norms.” Sam said, changing the subject and looked at Dean.
“So, I guess I saved you from a boring existence.” Dean chuckled.
“Yeah, occasionally I miss boring.” Sam nodded.
“Well this Cyrus guy. Evil on a level that infected even his truck. When he died, the swamp became his tomb, and his spirit was dormant for 40 years.” Dean said.
“I think the construction on his house. Or the destruction of it is what woke his spirit up.” You said.
“Right. Demolition or remodeling can awaken spirits, make them restless.” Sam agreed.
“You know we're going to have to dredge that body up from the swamp right?” You said, mostly talking to Sam. Both boys nodded and Cassie walked out of the house and to the small group.
“Hey. She's asleep. Now what?” Cassi was sure as hell not coming with you.
“You can turn around and walk right back where you came from. We got it.” You said, crossing your arms. Dean turned away from you and Sam and said something low to Cassie. She smiled and leaned up, kissing him on the mouth. If hearing about it broke your heart, seeing it was 10 times worse.
“I can’t watch it.” You let some tears fall and got in the backseat, thankful that the car blocked most of the gross couple. You didn’t know what his would mean for you and Dean. When you finally did see them move apart, you were a mess of emotion.
Dean and Sam got in the car when they were ready and Cassie walked back to her house. You wouldn’t look at Dean but you could feel his eyes on you as he drove away from her house. Tears were still slipping out but you couldn’t help it anymore. You were done.
When you got to the swamp, Dean managed to get a tractor that would help get the car out of the swamp. You watched as Dean did all the work and watched as a big ass black car was pulled from the water. Dean stopped it when it was far enough out to where you could get to the driver side door.
“Nice.” Sam said. You followed the boys to the trunk and Dean opened it.
“Hell, yeah.” Dean smirked.
“Now I know what she sees in you.” You froze at their words and you thought they forgot you were there since you haven’t said a word.
“What?” Dean said, rummaging through the weapons.
“Come on man, you can admit it. You're still in love with her.” You let more tears fall. You didn’t want to hear about this. They were breaking your heart and they didn’t even know it.
“Can we focus please?” Dean asked, not wanting to get into it.
“Alright. What am I getting?” Sam wondered.
“Gas, flashlight, sweetheart, you okay back there?” You wiped your tears away and sighed. You still loved it when he called you that.
“Fine.” Your voice cracked and you didn’t know if they knew it.
“Okay, let's get this done.” Dean said, closing the trunk. You and the men got to the front of the truck and opened it up, jumping back when a decaying body fell out and onto the ground.
“Alright let's get to it.” Dean said. The boys salted and burned the body, watching it go up in flames.
“Think that will do it?” Sam wondered. You gasped when the ghost truck appeared, shining his headlights on you and the Winchesters. It started to rev the engine.
“I guess not.” Dean sighed.
“So, burning the body had no effect on that thing?” You asked, looking at Sam.
“Sure, it did. Now it's really pissed.” Dean said, answering for his brother.
“But Cyrus' ghost is gone, right Dean?” You asked, looking up at him. Your eyes were still shiny from the tears and you knew Dean could see since the light was in your face.
“Apparently not the part that's fused with the truck.” Dean said, looking into your eyes and walking away from you.
“Where are you going?” Sam asked.
“Y/N and I are going for a little ride. Come on, Sweetheart.” You sighed and walked to the passenger’s side door and looked at Sam who was flabbergasted.
“What!” Sam said.
“I’m going to lead that thing away. That busted piece of crap, you gotta burn it.” Dean said, opening the door.
“How the hell am I supposed to burn a truck Dean?” Sam said, confused.
“I don’t know. Figure something out.” He shrugged, throwing Sam a bag of stuff that might help. You got in the car as Dean did and he was off, the ghost truck following him instantly.
Part Four
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\Reconciliation: Test of Skill/
“This looks like an arena.” Nate observed, scanning the somewhat enclosed area. It ground was surprisingly flat, despite the fact that the surrounding cliffs had many dents, holes, and cracks in them. It looked natural, yet artificial at the same time. Yet this was on a part of the Island that was on the opposite side of any civilization. Heck, they had to climb up a small cliff to even get here! It was… definitely strange for Nate to see, especially since Riley hadn’t taken him to his part of the island before.
“You’d be correct,” Riley answered, “It is, made by the local pack of Lucario.” The aura guardian dusted off himself, then walked over to a spot in the floor. Placing his hand on it, he channeled his aura into what revealed to be a strange glyph, which in turn activated several other glyphs in the surrounding area. “It is also a location where Lucario and I practice various aura techniques. The runes here channel the flow of aura into the surrounding area, reinforcing the rock.” The guardian summoned an Aura Sphere in his hand and pointed it towards one of the cliff sides. Without any hesitation, he fired it off like it was a cannonball, forcing the sphere to collide into the rocky wall and explode, creating a gust of wind that forced both Nate and his Lucario to cover their eyes, expecting any possible debris. Yet, there was none, not even a cloud of dust. The wall was completely intact, without even a scratch. “Now we can battle safely without worrying about damaging the environment.”
The trainer and his partner stood in awe, amazed that something like that could be accomplished. Yet when Nate realized what this meant, he started to get pumped! “Wait, we’re battling right now? In this cool arena? Holy shit that’s awesome! Isn’t that great Lucario?” The trainer beamed towards the pokemon, only for him to react rather sheepish grin. Would the pokemon loved to battle with Nate here? Of course, yet… he was nervous. He still was upset from what happened earlier, and he knew that this would affect their synergy. Still, maybe this was going to be fine. Most of their battles, the two of them were able to set their differences aside and work together, so why not this time?
“Yes, both of you will be facing Lucario. I will be monitoring from the sidelines.” Riley took a step back towards one of the walls, as the more powerful Lucario took his place. “You will have to use your training if you wish to pass. I suggest the two of you work together if you plan on landing a hit.”
“Landing a hit?” Well that sounded familiar; didn’t that old man in Kalos give them the exact same challenge? Or well, similar, since it was more like a regular pokemon battle. Still, was this a common thing for Aura users? Well, they managed to land a hit back then; the Lucarionite proved that! Surely it can be done again, especially since Riley was implying that his Lucario would be going literally two on one! “Alright then, how about it buddy? We beat this kind of challenge bef”
Lucario looked at Nate and let out a sigh. He wasn’t liking his odds, especially since she was obviously much stronger than what Nate seemed to comprehend. If he had more training he would at least be taking this more seriously. Still, maybe they could pull it off…
The trainer and his partner assumed a fighting stance, waiting for the other Lucario to assume a stance, though instead she only nodded to Riley. “Alright, begin!”
Taking a moment to think up a situation, Nate realized that his buddy would have the best chance for this to happen, leaving him to think of a diversion! Quickly, Nate rushed over towards his opponent with Aura boosted speed, throwing a punch at the last possible moment! The powerful Lucario dodged with ease, taking advantage of that moment to sweep at his legs, only for her to sense Nate’s Lucario rushing in with a Bullet Punch! Ducking down just in time, she jammed her palm up into the opponent pokemon’s stomcach, activating a powerful Force Palm that sent Nate’s Lucario flying upwards.
No time to look surprised Nate! With that, Nate tried to sweep at Riley’s Lucario, forcing her to flip out of the way. “Lucario! Now’s your chance!” Nate yelled, and Lucario took the option, charging up an Aura Sphere as he locked onto her Aura. Her aura was powerful, and even though she started to move like she was dodging out of the way, he knew that she couldn’t run or dodge from it. Her only option was defense!
Lucario quickly hurled the Aura Sphere, which curved around and down to follow her path, yet what Lucario didn’t realize that was she was rushing towards Nate, and fast! Before Nate could even react to dodge out of her way, she quickly grabbed the trainer, using him as some sort of object to twirl around! Once she was in the right position, she kicked the nearly dumbfounded Nate away… right into the path of the Aura Sphere! He barely had any time to block, let alone set his balance right. The blast of the aura sphere threw him backwards, forcing him to land on his side as the fragile aura barrier disappeared.
Nate’s Lucario landed with a thud, his feet taking the brunt of his drop, his teeth baring as he started to growl. If Nate had better training he would have at least detected that and reacted to it better, and she was obviously taking advantage of that! He was looking like a complete idiot because of that now!
Still, Nate seemed to be just as confident as they got back up, which only made Lucario more upset. Was he not taking this situation seriously enough? “Well then, I guess it makes sense that you’re so strong now. Which means we gotta do better, right bud-“
“RAAH” Lucario rushed in with another Bullet Punch, which Riley’s Lucario dodged effortlessly, leaving Nate surprised in the wake. Still, Lucario didn’t relent, this time coming at her with a Bone Rush! With little effort, Riley’s Lucario dodged the first strike, then caught the next, using Lucario’s own move to swirl around her opponent, setting him off balance, then pushing him with another Force Palm!
Lucario landed at the wall with another thud, only for him to get up and rush toward his opponent again! This time with a powerful Close Combat! However, no matter how hard he tried, it was impossible to land a hit, which made him even more frustrated! It was in that fury that he found himself forced back once again with another Force Palm, this time into Nate!
Nate let out a grunt as he hit the ground, forcing himself to get back up. “Lucario, come on buddy. We need to work together.” Unfortunately, that went of deaf ears, as Lucario began to get up again and rush towards his opponent. Panicking, Nate tried to think of a way to get them to work together, only for him to remember his keystone! Of course! Mega Evolution would give them the edge and might help Lucario snap out of it!
Quickly, Nate clutched the Keystone in the palm of his glove, as rainbow energy escaped from his fist. “Lucario! Snap out of it buddy! Let’s do this together with Mega Evolution!”
The energy began to take over Lucario; the two of them were had a strong enough bond to do it. Despite that, the Aura Pokemon could feel the more ferocious side of him taking over, feeding off of his anger… something that he realized he did not want. It was that same anger that he fell into when Nate fell unconscious once while Lucario was still mega evolved. It was too dangerous. Too scary. The beast inside him looming over him, and it was at that moment he needed to get out!
With a loud roar, Lucario broke free of the Mega Evolution, stopping it in his tracks and leaving Nate surprised, and concerned. The aura dog began to pant, catching his breath as he used much more energy than he desired. Yes, that did seem to stop him in his tracks, but it only made Lucario much more furious because Nate had made such a STUPID decision!
“WHAT DID YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING?” Lucario yelled, turning towards Nate in a fit of rage.
“What do ya mean? I was tryin to get ya to stop!”
“We were not in sync! You know what happens with Mega Evolution when we’re not in sync! If you had been actually PAYING ATTENTION today you would have realized that!”
“I’ve been paying attention! You’ve been actin weird this whole battle!”
“And you’ve been acting like a fool Nate!”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“You should have been better prepared for this! Master Riley wanted to test our capabilities, yet you haven’t even realized what’s been going on! Arceus you can be so self-absorbed sometimes.”
“What has been going on is that you’ve been acting weird all day! First you ran away, and now you’ve been all pissed for no reason!”
“I’ve been pissed because the first thing you do when you came to Canalve was not to go see Master Riley, but court and then mate with another damn human!”
“What does me getting laid have to do with-“
“AND THEN YOU DID IT WITH FIVE MORE! IT’S LIKE YOU COULDN’T STOP! YOU KNOW HOW THAT MAKES ME FEEL!” With that, Lucario roared out and unleashed a burst of aura energy towards the wall, so powerful that it created a crack in the barrier.
“That’s enough you two.” Riley finally piped up. He had seen and heard enough to make his own conclusion. “I suggest the two of you separate and calm down.”
Lucario took a moment to pause, and then let out a frustrated sigh. He hated that he was angry at Nate for all of this, and that he let himself get that far. It was probably for the best that he calmed down by himself. Turning to look at Nate for a moment, Lucario sighed again before jumping down from the arena, heading off on his own.
Riley’s Lucario looked at her trainer in concern, as if she wanted to make sure he was ok. In return, Riley gave her a nod. The Lucario in turn nodded back, and then turned to follow Nate’s trusted partner.
Turning towards Nate now, Riley put his hand on the somewhat shaken trainer’s shoulder. “He’ll be fine. He cares about you a lot.”
“I know, but… I didn’t know that’s what he was mad about. I knew it made him uncomfortable, but still…”
“Well just be glad that he managed to tell you before things got even worse. Telepathically no less.”
Nate paused, rather surprised at the words that came out of Riley’s mouth. “… Telepathic? Like a powerful psychic type?”
“Yes. I’ll explain more at my cottage. Let’s go back.”
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