#SHE WAS SO MAD THO SHE WAS SO UPSET SHE COULD NOT FATHOM IT

[legends-live-in-memories]

“How Did All This Happen?”- A Memoire by one Marinette Dupain-Cheng 1

Soooooo I decided to write this. much longer than the other things i posted, also very tonally different. I will definitely continue that other fic tho. I was just brainstorming and now this exists. Yeah.

 without further ado

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People Fucked Up and Now It’s All Marinette’s Mess to Clean Up I

This was not how Marinette planned for her night to go. Granted, she also could not envision it going literally any other way. The woes of making a deal with the hell-raiser himself, John Constantine, she supposes. She truly hoped Adrien was having a much better time than her with his cousin in London. After the circus that was the past three years, he deserved some reprieve, even if it was with his bratty doppelganger. Regardless, Marinette. Was. Not. Pleased. No matter how many times she thinks over her plan, recalculates every step and decision, she could not fathom this night ending well for her, or anyone really, but mostly her. And no amount of old Ladybug or Guardian luck could help her. Now, if one were to wonder what kind of tragedy had befallen Marinette on this disgraceful night, a brief history of the last three months could enlighten such a person. Or better yet, let’s start at the beginning. The Real Beginning.

So, things existed. Obviously. First there was nothing, and then, something. And as more things began to exist, as new schools of knowledge and concepts and ideas began to, well, exist, Kwamis formed as well. Each Kwami was the physical manifestation of these ideas or abstracts. Creation was the first, coupled with Destruction. And as more things began to exist, more things began needing to be protected. Thus, the Kwami of Protection. This went on. For a while. Soon thereafter there were Kwamis of all types. Jubilation, Time, Strength, etc, etc, and etc. Now these Kwamis did not linger in one spot. They roamed across the far stretches of existence and interacted with the life they found.

Some Kwamis decided to form a magical pact which intergalactic historians would later dub the Emotional Electromagnetic Spectrum. Sounds familiar? The Kwamis themselves were completely blissfully unaware of this title, lest they would have explained to these beings, Maltusians they were called, that they were not in fact, electromagnetic but more so a part of the Powers that Be. Kind of. But this side-story involves the formation of a few universally known Lantern Corps, and that is a barrel of monkeys our exasperated narrator does not want to touch with a ten-foot pole. Or ever.

Other Kwamis, who stuck close to what would become known as the Milky Way, were discovered by a mage who granted them the ability to interact with humans. This mage— and Marinette was silently cursing his descendants, herself included, for if it weren’t for this absolute mad lad, none of the subsequent events of this night would have transcribed—had bound the Kwamis to magical jewelry called Miraculouses. An interesting side effect of these Kwamis being bound to the miraculouses was that the wearer could call upon the powers of the Kwamis for their own usage. The mage feared what could become of the world if this kind of power became so easily accessible, so he created the Order of the Guardians. The Order was dedicated to training young mages to protect, wield and harvest the powers of the miraculouses. The Order swore to true neutrality; wishing not to impose their will on one side or the other, to maintain balance and to not upset the natural order of the world. 

This went surprisingly well for a few millennia, that is, of course, if you ignore the sinking of Atlantis, the extinction of the dinosaurs, the Black Plague, the creation of the Lazarus Pits, Pompeii, to name a few completely egregious instances—not necessarily in order of course—and well, the point stands that it could have been astronomically worse. Until it was.  

One young mage and Guardian in training had caused the downfall of almost the entire Order of the Guardians. All the centuries of history, teachings, artifacts and even the people at the head temple, were lost to the calamity. Dozens of Miraculous Boxes were lost, destroyed in the fray. The Kwamis themselves were relatively unaffected, being immortal and all, but the magical jewelry binding them to the earth were broken, thus those Kwamis were lost to mankind once again. Only one singular box, and the young mage himself, survived. The new Guardian of one miraculous box was left to scour the earth in solitude. Well, about as much solitude one could have with 17 pocket gods as company. The fact that the only box that survived was missing two more miraculouses caused the already stressed guardian to grey further. But that tidbit of information would be a problem for later. And for someone else entirely too. Oh joy.

But before that sequence of events, aptly named “Marinette’s Trial by Fire,” however, the young guardian had a couple more life mistakes to make before he reached his internal quota apparently. Rather than travel to another sector of the Order on the other side of the earth, this young mage stumbled upon another organization, one similar in architecture and hierarchy but a pendulum swing in the total moral opposite. Yes, that’s right, the guardian found himself upon the League of Shadows, led by Ra’s Al Ghul in his endeavor of global cleansing; by acts of ecoterrorism, but who sweats the small stuff, right? There, the young guardian, who adopted the name of Wang Fu, met his first love Ming Hong and they had a son. The son had a daughter he named Mei. Now Mei was only a few weeks younger than Ra’s Al Ghul’s grandson, Damian. Now with an appropriate heir, and someone to procreate with said heir, Ra’s Al Ghul gained a special interest in the small Fu family that originally flew under the radar of the League. 

Now this is where things continue to go downhill, but not until much, much later in this story. Ra’s Al Ghul, despite his radical ambitions, was particularly good at playing the long game and understood when he couldn’t accomplish a task directly. This being said, he recognized that, due to prolonged exposure to the Lazarus Pits, his soul could not bear the strain of being a wielder of a miraculous and so he waited. Waited until a suitable heir was sired and could copulate with an heir to the guardian of the miraculous box, desiring to create a bloodline of genetically suitable successors and wielders who were loyal to him and his cause. 

Ra’s ordered for the Fu family to have a place on his court and ordered for Mei Fu to be trained in mastering the secrets of the miraculous. And master she did. By age 6 she was fluent in the coded language of the magical text, or as fluent a 6 year old can be in any language, and she had mastered 7 out the 17 miraculouses. By age 10 she was as skilled as the grandson of the Demon Head in combat and could handle simultaneous wear of 3 miraculouses. Her training, however, had to be put on hold as somebody thought usurping the Demon Head was of the utmost importance that glorious Tuesday and staged a coup. She wished Deathstroke had lost more than an eye that day, but a girl can dream she supposes. Mei and her grandfather were separated from the rest of the League and journeyed west. Somehow they ended up in Paris, France. After one too many run ins with the authorities, Mei was removed from her grandfather, who was deemed too unfit to support her. It was a miracle he wasn’t deported. 

Mei was put into protective custody where she resided until she was 13. Recently adopted, and thoroughly done with the plebeians of her daily encounters, Mei Fu became Marinette Dupain-Cheng, daughter of the best bakers in Paris. All was well and good for the new Dupain-Cheng until the start of the new school year. 

She met her grandfather again. And apparently he had a job for her and her soon to be new partner.

Hawkmoth, that bitch, had somehow acquired the two last surviving miraculouses and the only surviving grimoire and thought domestic terrorism was on the agenda for the next few years. Why? Because investing in a family therapist was too much of an inconvenience for local recluse, Gabriel McFucking Agreste, Marinette would shortly learn. 

After dealing with all of that and juggling between her reignited guardian training, and ‘normal’ girl life—because her parents don’t know that she’s a magical girl in the making—, Marinette was ready to sleep for a thousand years. Or commit murder. Whichever gave her enough serotonin to complete her current passion project. But, alas, no rest for the totally-over-it or however that saying goes. Because after declaring Paris safe once again, sending off her brother-in-arms, Adrien Agreste, to family in London (marginally decent but anything beats the abusive prick of a sperm donor), in waltz one drunken John Constantine.

Ah yes. Him. That absolute bastard who doesn’t deserve nice things in life. That guy.

This unpleasantry approached Master Fu and Marinette, who has been regulated to errand-girl in lieu of training, with a job that he proclaimed that only one blessed with magic, and specifically NOT connected to the Justice League could accomplish. Apparently, a group called the Cult of the Kobra resided on Santa Prisca and was in possession of a dangerous magical artifact that had been the backbone of their organization for years. Constantine came to them asking them for assistance in retrieving it as the Justice League could not interfere in the Caribbean due to new UN legislation. It was a mission of utmost urgency for he feared the cult leader, Kobra himself, was planning on enacting a ritual that could bring calamity to Earth. Which is just what the doctor ordered. Not. In exchange, he agreed to add to her magical training as while master Fu was good, he was still young when he ran away from his problems the first time and thus was limited in his magical knowledge.

That was three months ago. Three months of planning, training, and convincing her parents that letting her go on an extended retreat for an undetermined amount of time with her mostly absent biological grandfather was totally reasonable for the seventeen year old to do. Like, come on. She’s almost old enough to drink, almost ready for university and has been praised for her independence and self-sufficiency for years. She’ll be fine is what she told her parents and she was almost able to convince herself of that too. She would be perfectly fine. Right?

Wrong.

Marinette was anything but fine. She was stressed, she was tired and she was abso-fucking-lutely pissed at anything that even breathed in her direction. Why? Well that brings us back to the beginning of the story when everything on this mission did not go according to plan. So here she was along what was once upon a time the eastern coastline of Santa Prisca. Oh and look. The Junior Justice League has arrived.

Purrrrfect. 

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Pages and Paragraphs (Cody Carson) - Part 2

word count: 947 requested by: little-kimmy on wattpad (x) pronouns: she/her warnings: mention of emotional abuse fandom: set it off au type: regular summary: cody has a lot of baggage from his previous relationship, but you’re prepared to help him carry it inspired by: “Pages & Paragraphs” by Set It Off (x) authors notes: a lil continuation blurb bc someone wanted a part 2 even tho it took like 15 years lmao other parts: one / two

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One year later

Anyone who said they enjoyed arguing with their partner had to be either lying or seriously messed up. It was hard to fathom how someone could look at their partner and just pick a fight about seemingly nothing or get some sort of thrill from making the other person feel bad over something pointless.

Or maybe you only felt that way because of your boyfriend's past.

To his credit, Cody had been getting better. He was a lot more vocal about things he'd like to do for date nights or what he'd like to eat for dinner or what he wanted to watch on TV, now realizing that he should never have been reprimanded for those opinions in the first place.

But there were still times where he'd recede back into the mindset his ex-girlfriend had put him in.

The two of you hardly ever fought, so it was rare to see that behavior from him anymore. You would bicker a tiny bit here and there – he would throw his clothes at the hamper and miss and then not pick them up or you would leave an empty water bottle somewhere – but it was never anything huge.

So when Cody started a full-blown fight about another bottle on your nightstand, you were understandably surprised.

But if he wanted a fight, you were happy to give it to him.

It was a regular fight – he argued about the things you did that annoyed him and vice versa. Neither of you were yelling, really – just over-exaggerating the eye rolls and the sarcastic comebacks. So it really threw you off when he took a picture of the two of you from the table nearby and slammed it face down, causing it to slip onto the floor and to shatter.

"Cody!" you shouted with your jaw dropped, rushing over to pick up the broken glass before someone stepped on it, "I know you're mad, but did you really need to do that?! It's just a goddamn water bottle!"

"I didn't mean to..." his voice lowered drastically, making you look up at him.

"Why do you do that?" you rolled your eyes, "Why do you do something that makes me upset and then when I yell at you, you start acting like a kicked puppy?"

"I don't-"

"Yes, you do! You do it every time!" You were practically begging for an answer at this point, but Cody's next statement nearly broke you.

"I am a fuck up..." he whispered, more to himself than to you.

"Cody..." you breathed out, slowly standing up, "I didn't say that..."

"B-But you want to!" he didn't even try holding back his tears anymore.

You thought back to the few times you would argue before and he would immediately retreat into this state of feeling guilty even if he wasn't the one at fault. You remembered Marshall briefly telling you about his ex and the way Cody reacted the last time you brought her up and you knew that's who was in his head now.

"Cody..." you repeated a bit more slowly as you made your way to him, doing your best to avoid the rest of the glass. Cody flinched slightly but didn't move from his spot.

You placed the photo on the table where it used to be in the frame just before you got to your boyfriend. You cautiously brought your hands up to his cheeks and wiped his face with your thumbs. He opened his eyes to see a mixed expression of confusion and concern on your face as you barely stroked his cheekbones in the hopes of calming him down.

"What did that girl do to you?" you murmured.

"What girl?" he asked lowly.

"You know what girl, Cody," you said softly but firmly at the same time.

"You wouldn't understand," he sniffled, his hands finding the bottom hem of your shirt so he didn't have to look at you anymore.

"Then help me understand," you shook your head, "I get that it's a hard thing to talk about, but I can't help you unless you let me in."

And so you both went back to the couch so he could explain everything.

He told you about the fights and the countless hours he would spend trying to convince his ex-girlfriend that he would change even though there was absolutely nothing wrong with him in the first place. He told you about the times she would make him sleep on the couch and the times she would give him the silent treatment until he figured out what he'd done wrong that time.

By the time he was finished, he was curled up in your lap with his head on your shoulder as you ran your fingers through his hair, pressing soft kisses to his forehead every now and then.

"You know I'm not her, right?" you asked softly, your voice slightly muffled due to your lips being pressed to his head. Cody shifted, looking up at you. You carefully wiped his wet cheeks, not wanting him to think you were going to hurt him. "Sure, we get mad and we fight and we say things we don't really mean, but that's not gonna change how much I love you. I'm never gonna be that girl, Cody," you promised him, "Never." He looked at you for a moment before hugging your waist tightly and burying his face back in your neck.

And maybe it would take a lot longer than you both hoped for him to get to the point where he gained back that belief in himself.

But you would both get there together.

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dunno if you saw ep 26. but my heart! for ozannnn. (spoilers) omg i didnt think chag could be so psychotic and evil. which was my mistake... like, take his 'daughter' from him? like, why is she so obsessed that she would go so far to take him hostage as her 'husband'. i get what you were saying before about him not being able to divorce till now. esra owns him and his heart. was kinda pissed at esra for blowing up at him. i think her lying about atlas is much worse than his impulsive marriage to chag. also, what is up with esra's marriage to chy? like, how does that even work? for 5 yearssss dont mind the new brother. hes cute. but omg the scene with zumrut. my heart just shredded uppppp. when she and ozan were crying. omg i died. this show does the angst and emotion really well. esp ozan <3

Hey hey my friend <3 a very happy new year to you! Wishing you a year filled with love, good health and prosperity 💕

IKR! I’m so heartbroken for him 💔 his entire storyline is so flippen tragic and it upsets me so much 🥲

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She is so insane 😐😐 it’s honestly so heartbreaking to watch Ozan be separated from Ela like this and him have zero control over what happens 😭 this entire plot is pretty realistic 😩 99% of the time, no matter how bad of a mother someone is, they are often given custody of the child purely based of the fact that their are the mother/a woman. Courts often make decisions based on stereotypes rather than what’s the best interest of the child 🥺💔 so I’m glad ami is somewhat highlighting this point (no matter how crappy the execution is).

Tbh, I don’t think she’s obsessed with Ozan/loves Ozan! As esra mentioned, if she was so in love with him … she would have done something about the cheating or even felt a specific way about it. The only time we see C somewhat get bothered is when Esra is in the picture, so like E said, I think that C obsession is with Esra and the need to beat E and be better than E 🙊

As I’ve mentioned, C was only nice to E at the start bc she saw E as inferior … a poor and uneducated intern, who needed to be saved (v similar to how the twins see ozan too, minus the uneducated part) 🤷🏽‍♀️ she is unable fathom that someone like Ozan would be in love with ‘someone’ like E 🥴 and expects ozan to be in love with her (C) bc she’s beautiful, rich, well traveled/ educated etc. … like ozan currently is. As such, C never saw E as competition. Plus, the twins are so used to always getting their way and winning … and the introduction of E is probs the first time C didn’t get what she wanted (well that and Mert ditching her at the alter lmao).

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YESSSSSS! I agree with you a trillion percent. Esra is annoying me so much. I literally cannot stand the character 🥴🥴 and it’s really ruining the experience of the show for me lol.

She has had zero character development. Plus, I feel as tho she really undermines Ozan 🙃 and she never takes accountability for her role in everything that has happened. I’m so so mad at her for allowing Atlas to think of Ci as his father … like it’s one thing to hide a child (dont condone it) but it’s a whole other horrible thing to forcefully replace a able + willing parent 😐😐 it’s sick.

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With regards to e marriage to Ci, a lot of people mention that he took advantage of her being in a vulnerable situation etc. and ‘tricked’ her into marrying him 🤔 idk how I feel about this take, but all I know that her marrying him + the whole atlas dad thing is RIDICULOUS 🙃🙃

It seems like they’ve been living together for five years and acting as a married couple in front of atlas (well kinda) and the public 🤔 and once they are alone they purely “friends”.

I really hate how they’ve written E 😐 she is so so so so submissive to Ci! He makes every decisions concerning her and atlas … it’s insane to me … especially given how she always fought ozan with regards to stuff like this. It’s like I’ve said, they’ve written Ci to be her weak spot 🤷🏽‍♀️ she literally listens to everything he says.

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YES! I love the new brother! He is such a fun villain 😍🤩

Omg yes yes yes! That scene was so well executed! It brought tears to my eyes 🥺

Yup yup I agree with you! ilhan is such a wonderful actor! I hope we get to see ozan experience some type of happiness soon 🥺

#ask mantik intikam #ami ask #dizi ask #I’m so sorry for the late reply 🥺❤️ #I’m currently on holiday 💕💕

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In reference to your Asher live blogs he made good points. Michaela is the only person he has left in terms of family and the whole reason he fell out of touch with his father were the lies that he told him so it’s kinda of like this person who he has left is lying to him and sneaking around and it makes sense why he would be mad like I feel like that can’t really be invalidated also I the person to really blame overall is Laurel for how she acted

Michaela didn't tell him anything and lied to him so he wouldn't get murdered. I feel like maybe that was something he could maybe have considered in his assessment of the situation once he got past his gut reaction. Like, it's not like Michaela didn't tell him because she thought he was boring to be around, or something superficial. She was genuinely trying to keep him safe and alive. One of her main thoughts throughout this was actually his safety. Unlike his main thought on this. Which is, you know, all about him. And instead of worrying that his girlfriend whom he "loves" was doing something that could get her killed, his biggest issue was that he wasn't told about it, which suddenly morphs into his biggest problem being that she kept the wedding dress she never got to wear, because like, OF COURSE Michaela is supposed to have no emotional connection to her past at all!!! because as always, this is only about Asher! Michalela only gets to have emotional attachments to the parts of her life he's in. Michaela doesn't know best about her own family life and past. Michaela just doesn't get it!!! like dude, what the fuck. She loved a guy, she's allowed to have a past and remain attached to that past without it meaning she doesn't care about him. If he honest to god thinks that Michaela keeping that goddamn dress means he doesn't mean enough to her, he's not even marginally mature enough to be anywhere near her. She's not some inexperienced 18 year old girl, she's a woman with a past and romantic history, and she's allowed to have that without being manipulated to think she's being unfailthful or straight up not good enough for him because she has feelings and emotions regarding that past. But again, all of this goes back to the fact that all of this is about him. I don't begrudge him being pissed off, it's a natural instinct, it's how his anger demonstrated how much of a self centered bag of dicks he still is that i am disgusted at. He's not mature enough to be in a relationship with her, he demonstrated that by not being able to handle that she wasn't quite ready to let go of a wedding dress that she had absolutely NO intention of wearing for her ex-fiance. Hell, fuck, she's not loaded, he didn't even know if she was keeping it to wear for when she did eventually get married, which honestly wouldn't surprise me from (formerly) rich white guy who got given everything by dad. And then, instead of stopping Michaela from throwing $20,000 down the fucking drain, he straight up lets her destroy the dress. For nothing but his babyish ego. Last I checked she was supporting them both, in her own apartment, while he does nothing, and he can't even retract his own head from his ass long enough to put his own shit to the side for a second and say 'you know what, don't destroy it, we don't have a lot of money and it means something to you' or fuck it (this is still fucked up and emotionally manipulative tho) take her willingness to destroy it as proof of her caring. and i'm not even gonna go into everything being Laurel's fault, that's absolutely bullcrap. They're all adults, is laurel being shady as fuck right now? Yeah, she is, but she's not the one who murdered her boyfriend and started this all, and she's also not the one hiding secret cameras in women's apartments to spy on them. So at least she's not a total creep, i guess. Unlike somebody. He's a goddamn self-centered creep who cannot possibly fathom the world not revolving around him. Him reacting annoyed and upset WAS valid, sure, right up until the point he told everybody WHY he was upset and invalidated, that's when we found out he was full of crap.Peoples emotions can make sense and still mean they're full of crap. I totally buy that this would all, in Asher's head, be all about his own feelings. You seem to think that to disdain him, i must misunderstand his emotional reaction to this. No. I disdain him actively because I do understand him and find him utterly worthy of scorn because of it. He's not learnt anything at all. He's still the priviledged, annoying straight white guy from the pilot at heart, this just showed it fully. (and for the record, the only character on this show i properly actually like is Annalise, do don't @ me with favoritism, they all annoy the crap out of me a lot of the time, but asher just takes the cake tbh)

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Crowley x Reader x Cas Series

Hello this is the second chapter of my Crowley x Reader x Cas series. Sorry this one is considerably longer than the first, but I wanted to make sure all the important information is there. I promise there will be some full-on, bona fide (insert boner joke here) smut in next couple of chapters. Comments and constructive criticism are appreciated.  

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Pairings: Reader x Crowley, later Reader x Cas

Summary: After Cas agrees to keep Y/n and Crowley dating a secret, a fight breaks out between Y/n and her brothers, Sam and Dean, and Cas attempts to comfort her. Dean tries to act like the cool big brother, but Sam just wants to take care of Y/n like they used to. Even so, something strange starts happening in town and Y/n needs to think fast. (~2,270 word)

Reader Gender: Female

Reader Sex: Female

Warnings: Swearing, alcohol consumption, descriptions of violence and injury, Jealous Cas, little bit of dirty talk, Implied Past Cas x Meg and Cas x April (only like a sentence tho), over-protective Sam and Dean.    

Chapter 2:

A Big Misunderstanding

Crowley smoked out immediately before the boys could see him. Just as Sam and Dean opened the door they witnessed the earnest embrace between you and Cas. You were far too caught up in all the emotions and adrenalin from the last several minutes to notice their arrival. Castiel did notice the brothers however, the warmth of your embrace far surpassed the social expectation of a greeting.

Dean cleared his throat loudly to alert you of his presence. “Oh!” You released your hold on Cas to see Sam looking away, rubbing his hand behind his neck awkwardly, and Dean giving you a mildly questioning look. Cas glared at Dean for interrupting the moment. You wiped the remaining tears from your eyes and looked around to room to see if Crowley was still there. Giving a small sigh of relief, as you realized he must have left before they got here. “We brought you a burger, if you’re hungry.” Dean’s voice caught your attention and you turned around to face them. “Uhh… Thanks Dean, I was starting to get hungry,” you said grabbing the greasy paper bag from him and sitting down at the rickety table in the corner.

You hoped to distract your brothers from the awkward atmosphere of the room. But right as you sat down Sam started walking towards you and rested his hand on your shoulder, “Y/n…. are you doing ok?” He had noticed your red crying eyes, and looked worriedly down at you. You chewed on that single bite for much longer than would be considered normal as you tried to think of a way to divert his attention. “I assume you were able to find the witch?” Castiel asked, unknowingly diverting the attention away from you. You silently thanked him in your head and resumed eating your burger in relative silence.

“Yeah Cas, its just like you thought. She’s been right in front of us the whole time,” Dean replied to Cas’s question, “We’ll head out tomorrow morning to finish the job.” You perked up hearing what had happened. They were hunting a witch and even though they brought you along for the ride, they were still worried about you hunting on your own. This always happened. Part of it because you were the youngest and part of it was probably because you were a girl, either way it was total bullshit. You hopped up from you seat and put on your best puppy dog face, “I could help.” “Y/n, no....*sigh* we already told you this was too dangerous for you right now. You can hang here with Cas and research for the next case in Oregon.”

“What the Hell Dean! Why do you guys even bring me on these cases if you don’t think I can handle it! I’m perfectly capable of holding my own on a simple witch hunt!” “Y/n,” Sam called out reluctantly, “It’s not that we don’t think you’re capable, we’re just worried that we’d be too distracted by the hunt, that if it turned out too much for you…. if something happened to you….” Sam trailed off sighing. “Look, Y/n we just want to make sure you don’t get hurt. Despite what you might think things don’t always go as expected for us. You’ve seen how beat up we come back sometimes. We just need to be one-hundred percent sure that you ready for whatever comes your way.”

“Fine, whatever,” you said walking out the door and slamming it, “I’m going out.” Sam plopped in the rickety chair sighing and rubbing his forehead. ‘Why doesn’t she understand we just want to protect her,’ he thought to himself.

You walked briskly against the cool night breeze, deciding to see where your feet take you. After several minutes of walking you find yourself in front of a rundown-looking dive bar. “Works for me,” you said shrugging your shoulders and walking inside. You took a seat on an old, worn stool and ordered a beer from a bar tender with dead-looking eyes. ‘That’s…. strange,’ you thought to yourself, but you shrugged it off in favor of taking a swig of cheap beer.

You replayed the last forty-five minutes in your head, only making yourself feel worse. Just as you were about to finish your first bottle of beer, you saw your best friend and fallen angel, pop in behind you. “Ah! Cas, don’t sneak up on me like that,” you said looking around the bar to see if anyone saw Cas pop in, but to your surprise all the patrons seemed inattentive to any of their surroundings.

“My apologies, Y/n.”

“What are you doing here?,” you said turning back to Cas.

“You seemed upset, I thought it best to make sure you were ok.”

“Thanks, Cas. You’re a good friend. And…. Sorry about earlier, I really appreciate you keeping it between us.”

“Of course….. Y/n?”

“Yeah?” you said turning towards the raven-haired man as he sat in the stool next to you. “How long have you and Crowley…. been…. intimate?” “Umm, about three months now,” you replied reluctantly. You felt like it was only fair to tell him seeing as he was keeping all this under wraps for you.“I see,” Castiel replied with a slightly irritated look.

               You ordered a second beer and the two of you sat in stale silence for several minutes, when your phone started ringing. It was none other than the King of Hell himself. Standing from your seat and turning to Cas you told him you were stepping outside for a minute to take a call, you really didn’t want to make things any more awkward with him. Stepping out into the cool air you swiped on the glowing screen to accept the call.

“Hey babe. What’s up?” “Just calling to see how things panned out? Sorry for leaving like that, but staying would probably be much worse,” Crowley responded sympathetically. “It’s ok, I don’t think the boys suspect anything,” you reassured him. His gruff voice suddenly cut through, “I can’t stop thinking about how earlier could have gone earlier without feathers interrupting us.” “Yeah, like what?” You asked sultry, lowering your voice. “Mmm… I’d have on the bed whimpering and begging for my touch. I’d slowly drag my hand up your thighs, and kiss your neck.” “Yeah? And I’d pull your hands down to me and make you touch me already. And I’d grind up into your hands and start biting your ear.” “Oh? Someone’s misbehaving now isn’t she.” “Yes,” you dragged out leaning against the side of the building, you clenched your thighs in an attempt to get some relief from the growing heat in your core, “I think you’re gonna have to punish me, baby.” “If only I was there right now princess, the things I’d do to you.”

Back at the motel room your brothers pondered what exactly they had walked in on between you and Cas. “What do you think that was?” Dean asked. “What are you talking about, dude?” “You know what I’m talking about, Y/n, when we got back, and Cas. You didn’t that seem a little weird?” “Yeah, I guess that was pretty strange, I mean Y/n and Cas are pretty good friends, but it did seem a bit odd.” “Exactly!” Dean concluded walking from his spot on the bed to take a seat next to Sam at old wooden folding table. “I’ve never seen them like that before. Wait….do you think that Cas and Y/n are… going out?” “What? No. Cas is as socially illiterate as they come, I can’t see him wooing anyone, much less our sister,” Sam replied in disbelief. “I don’t know man, there was that reaper, April. He and Meg were pretty chummy for a while. Now that I think about it he’s actually hooked up with a lot’a chicks, considering the amount of time he’s been on Earth.” “Dude I can’t believe you would even suggest that, this our sister we’re talking about. And now you’re going on about how our friend might be banging her behind our back. What the Hell?”

“I’m just being realistic, Sam. They’re always really close, and he’s probably the only real guy she’s been around long enough to want to date.” “*sigh* I don’t know man, I just…. can’t fathom Y/n being with someone like that,” Sam said exasperated. “Dude, she’s not a little kid. I started dating girls when I was like thirteen,” Dean said trying to reason with Sam.

“Yeah, but she’s not like you Dean, she’s -she’s.”

“Just face it Sam, you only think she’s ‘not like that’ cuz you don’t want to accept that she’s not a little kid anymore. You’re just mad ‘cuz you can’t take care of her like old times.”

“Aren’t you?”

“I mean – yeah – kinda, but I can accept that she’s an adult now, and not treat her like a feakin’ baby!”

“Oh really,” Sam replied sarcastically, “Then what was all of that earlier? Telling her she can’t hunt with us! Telling her she’s not ready! Admit it, you and me both just want to take care of Y/n like we used to!

Back at the bar you decided to end your call with Crowley, unsatisfied and bothered, but you didn’t want to abandon Cas for too long. Walking back into the establishment you realized Cas had already left, you now worried he might be mad at you. You didn’t think you took that long. ‘What if he decided he didn’t want to keep your secret anymore? What if he went back to tell Sam and Dean?’ You quickly plucked your phone from your pocket to dial Cas, but you got his answering machine twice in a row. You decided to call Dean and see if he knew where Cas was, but right as you were calling his number the weird bar tender suddenly tackled you to the ground. Your phone slid under a table as you fell. Looking up you saw two of the dead-eyed bar patrons also holding you down.

“Y/n Winchester I presume? Glad you came, had to get rid your little angel friend without you noticing, but that seems to have worked just fine. Now that I’ve got you all to myself, we can finally meet one on one. What do you think hmmmm? Ready to play bate?”

This must have been the witch the boys were hunting, she was standing right above you, obviously she had these people bent to her will. What were you gonna do? ‘I don’t have any witch killing bullets on me. I guess I do have that pocket knife Sam and Dean got me for my birthday a couple years ago. But that’s not gonna be any good on a witch. How am I even gonna get close enough to do anything if I’m pinned down by all these people too? I can’t hurt them. Its not their fault, they’re being mind controlled!

You struggled and squirmed under the three-person pile up on you, but to no avail, and in response their grip on got stronger, now bruising your body all over. Suddenly the witch laughed out and started walking toward the table next to you, her heels clacking rhythmically as she went. Bending over she picked up your phone, you could hear Dean and Sam shouting on the other end. “Hello boys,” she spoke tauntingly, “I think you should get here soon, who knows what might happen to your precious little sister and her angel friend if you take too long?” she said hanging up the phone.

“Speaking of which bring out the little cherub, slaves!” she said snapping at a group of dead-eyed zombies. And soon they emerged from the back room holding Cas up by the arms and dragging him towards where you were being held down. He looked entirely drained and had bruises and cuts all over his face and chest. They threw him on the floor and he laid limp, awake but deadly still, he furrowed his brow and closed his eyes wincing in pain. “Y/n I’m sorry...I didn’t” “Quite!” the witch interrupted, and you realized it must have been a spell. You could open your mouth, but no sound would come out.

You suddenly felt a wave of panic and started falling under the witch’s zombie-slaves, you were actually able to move them some, but the bar tender realized what you were doing and quickly punched you in face and knocked you out. As your consciousness faded, you heard Sam and Dean bust through the door, but you couldn’t fight the fading lights and dizziness as you blacked out completely.

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