#and how Sam most likely caught himself looking for Leah on several

[crab-in-a-pocket]

reserved farmer headcanons + meeting the bachelors for the first time!

wanted to make some generally reserved farmer headcanons to kick off this blog and bc i see a lot of very friendly farmers out there and i... am not one of them LMAO

additionally, there's reference to a supposed volatile relationship with a (former?) loved one (projection time!)

also i forgot to open my askbox bc idk how to tumblr ?? i think it's open now (i hope).

tw: drinking and alcoholism, references to past trauma, one Bad Word (sh^t!)

when you first meet everyone, it's a quiet greeting and maybe a witty remark, but you don't stay for any chit-chat

close-lipped smiles are your signature move, along with the Man Nod whenever you run into someone

you are, of course, a nice and courteous person but you don't feel the need to say hello to everyone every damn time you pass by them because, really, you're too busy rushing to Pierre's for some seeds or lugging around foraged beach stuff

okay, maybe some of them think you're a little cold and an introvert who has... problems

but you're not! you are a strong and emotionally stable farmer who gets Shit Done and prefers to observe over participate and think over talk!

mayor lewis is extremely puzzled and almost mistakes you for someone else-- it's been over a decade and people change too much, too soon. he makes a remark about a wishing well your grandfather had built long ago (remember the well? how you fell in it that one time?) and you nod along politely (i didn't fall, i climbed in because i desperately needed my wish to come true)

it's nice to meet people who aren't as temperemental as the tides. maybe, for once, you could have a proper relationship with someone.

alex

easily the most annoying and extroverted person in town what with his obsession with sports and loud, brash personality but you two get along fabulously because you had that same passion for gridball in college before you were too busy being a corporate slave

he's a little surprised that you sit next to him at the saloon but he goes along easily and the conversation flows between the two of you easily, ranging from future plans (thinking of going pro... think i'll make it?) to the weather without sounding like you're making fake smalltalk (i wanted to play pro, too, and here i am now. if you really want it, you'll have to leave this all behind)

there's something genuine about him that's intriguing and it leaves you wanting to find out and see what the real alex is like inside because you can see through that wall he's made

and there's something enigmatic about you, who is reserved and quiet and seems to be a simple open book, when in fact, you are a very attractive onion with many, many layers

sam

you think he's immature. a wildchild, a manchild, a wildmanchild, really. sam, on the other hand, is drawn in by your calmness and how in-control you appear to be-- when you offer to play a game of pool when sebastian doesn't show up, he's delighted at the opportunity to know you better

okay, so he is immature and a wildmanchild but there is a softness in him that surprises you every time he shows it-- which is frequently around you

he has a soft smile to counteract his proud one and he's so in awe of how you get so much stuff done every day (i don't know how you do it, that's gotta be tough), every week, and every month (you'd like the responsibility, i think. to me, it's one big project i need to finish)

he has instant crush on you because you're so cool even though your line of profession really doesn't evoke much awe. i mean, you're  attractive, you are so in control of your life, and you have a really cute smile whenever he compliments you-- how could he not?

shane

bit bold of you to sit next to him at the saloon because every knows he's can be a real asshole, but he glances at you with a hint of awe and more than a hint of annoyance. you elect to ignore this and choose to order a whisky on the rocks (if you don't drink, call it apple juice)

whisky: shane's a touch impressed because you look like a lightweight. well, it's nice that someone can hold their liquor. he makes a remark about it (planning on getting drunk, huh?) and you raise a brow at him, looking a little haughty and tell him that it's your drink for the week. he's annoyed at your remark and starts an argument that surprisingly, settles down into a civil conversation

apple juice: he snorts at that and makes a remark about meeting penny for your lessons the next day. you play along and sip at your drink, making witty remarks (thank yoba for hangovers. it's the non-drinker's edge, really. just like not having liver failure). he's not sure if he should be annoyed or impressed at your cool-as-a-cucumber personality, not sure if it's too big city or too closed-off

you offer to buy him a pizza if you can take a away his beer-- at any rate, he looks like he'll end up with liver failure the way he's going. shane aquiesces and devours the entire pizza. your conversation is slow and punctuated with his loud chewing but you're pleasantly suprised that he's quite smart and well-read about whatever you're interested in

the fourth time you sit next to him, he turns down your pizza and doesn't say a word. neither do you and it's almost like it's back to square one until you realize that he hasn't made a single salty remark about anything. you decide to try again the day after tomorrow-- nothing comes too quickly to people like you and shane.

sebastian

it was the necklace you wore that caught his eye. a shining teardrop stone hanging off a gleaming silver chain. he had spoken before he could stop himself and watched as you smiled and told him he was right-- it is supposed to be a Yeti's tear.

you're pleased to meet someone who is also a homebody and a touch more reserved than a lot of other people in town. he's easy to get along with (oh, you're kidding, you really have the signed edition?) and he's got pretty good taste when it comes to literature-- after all, who can refuse a good sci-fi book? (of course i do, i'm dedicated fan)

oddly enough, your conversation is quick and eager and not all reserved. instead of the companionable silence everyone assumes you two to have, you two nearly talk over each other because you finally have someone to complain to about everyone's over-friendliness and he finally has someone who understands what it's like to be trapped in a small world

you tease him about the corporate rat race and he fires back at you about being a part of it. you like sebastian and he likes you-- it's as simple as that.

elliot

he had heard of you through leah who had heard of you through emily who had heard of you through gus who had heard of you from lewis. it was a long grapevine and he's not sure how much of the truth was preserved and it's almost a relief to meet you because, to be frank, he's tired of being the town's newcomer.

first-- you're not peppy and overly cheerful at all. second, you are definitely not hot-tempered. and third, there's something so fascinating about you, something hidden under your calm, pragmatic character. he finds a kindred spirit in you, save for the flowery words and, admittedly, the vanity.

you're amused to meet a writer living on the beach. the cabin was built by one of your grandfather's old friends, a rather surly man who had taken a liking to you when you were much younger. while the hut is in no way fancy, you can't help but consider how pretentious and, contrastingly, humble the writer must be. pretentious in such a way that he thinks living in a sandy, damp shack is a way to beat writer's block (it's odd, it's rarely a choice people make) and humble in such a way that he accepts and bears with living in a worn house with little complaint (it's admirable, if not a little silly!)

you find yourself in his company late at night when you can't sleep and it's so easy to open up to him because he's kind, he listens, and most importantly, he's not embarassed to admit he's got faults, at least to you. you let him see past your collected facade and into your cracked heart far sooner than you think and elliot doesn't mind at all

harvey

you might be the most mysterious person in town simply because of the way you present yourself. he finds himself always stuttering a little whenever you're around because of the way you watch him, set in a relaxed stance, your gaze flat and cool. later, he realizes that it's your resting face. he wonders about what you'd look like if you smiled-- really smiled

he's touched at the fact that you buy him coffee whenever he had to patch you up-- which is frequently, given your liking for the mines. you're adorable when he gives you general anesthesia. he had run out of local anesthesia and you needed a fair amount of stitches and though you told him that you have a high pain tolerance (stitches are far more painful than you think. i really don't want to put you through that), he insisted and you let him (fine, fine. get on with it, doctor). you had let out several inappropriate jokes under anesthesia and your cheeks had hurt from laughing non-stop

harvey's entranced. there's no other way to put it-- he's bewitched by your bright character hiding under that collected facade. he never pries for your secrets because he's got secrets, too. you like harvey because he's sweet and compassionate and even though he has to put up a firm, professional affectation, he wears his heart on his sleeve.

you see him as a friend at first, all platonic and it seems to be the end of it. but one day, as you hand him a coffee, he laughs and smiles and hands you a coffee just the way you like it. you're falling for him so hard and fast you think someone's put a spell on you that makes you notice the minute expressions on his face and mull over the way he talks to you. you're in love with him-- you can only hope he feels the same way too

#stardew elliott #stardew harvey #stardew sam #stardew shane #stardew alex #stardew sebastian #stardew headcanon #stardew farmer #sdv hcs #sdv headcanons #sdv sebastian #sdv elliott #sdv harvey #sdv sam #sdv alex #sdv shane #sdv reserved farmer #sdv farmer #my phone hates me but here :D

[huntertales]

Part One: Don’t Give Up On Us. (Point of No Return S05E18)

Episode Summary: Dean begins to think the only way to stop Lucifer is to say yes to Michael, but the angels decide they don't need him anymore. The Winchesters and Castiel are horrified at the angels' new game plan and take on Zachariah to prevent an all out war on Earth. Meanwhile, the reader quickly learns making risky deals with Heaven and Hell have their consequences. Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Word Count: 5,692.

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Dear Sasquatch, (Aka. Sammy)  

If you’re reading this, then I’m long gone—and for God’s sake, please don’t come looking for me like a lost child. There’s a reason why I left. And why I decided to write you a letter instead of letting you worry that something happened to me. (I‘m fine. The Devil didn’t find me...yet.)

This is my version of a goodbye. I wish that I could’ve said it to you face to face, but you would have only stopped me from what I’m about to do. I can’t tell you much other than it’s for the greater good. And your own well being. Out of anyone I know, you don’t deserve the path fate have given you, you deserve so much more Sammy. You deserve happiness and a life that isn’t doomed for failure. All I have ever wanted was to protect you the best way that I can. You’re my best friend, the annoying little brother I never got the chance of seeing grow up. For what I’m about to do, at least I can be reassured you’ll live a long life with your brother. Like the both of you deserve.

Love your pesky best friend, Y/N.

They found the letters sitting on the motel pillow when it was time to leave Minnesota, the letters spread out with their names written neatly in cursive, and a waste basket filled with crumpled envelopes at your failed attempts of neat penmanship. You had taken the time in the middle of the night to write the boys a note before you left them for good. Sam read yours in the motel room by himself, trying to figure out what this meant. He wondered if this was caused by the conversation that you had with his brother that resulted in Dean becoming mute for the rest of the night and most of the early morning before they realized you were gone. What made Sam the most upset was that he didn’t understand why you would leave out of the blue. He read the letter almost a dozen times to figure out what it meant, but for the man being so smart, he couldn’t figure out why you ran away. Or what you were about to do.

+ + +

Dear Dean,

First off, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for the things that I said to you over the past few days and how neglectful I have been with your own feelings over the past several months—or years. I really don’t know when you have gotten so sad and hopeless. But you're a man who only shows me so much. I tried to understand about where you have been coming from. You're a child who had to grow up so fast and take care of everyone your entire life. And when it counts the most, you're tired of the fight. You’re tired of having to be the strong one who has to try and save the day. So don’t. Sit back and let me take care of this.

But don’t you dare stop yourself short of a happy life. I don’t care if you spend the rest of your days just cruising around in the Impala. As long as you and Sam are together, happy, then I’m happy. And say what you will about fate, about anything that brought us together. I was wrong. I do need you. I do love you. I loved you since we were little kids. And I love you still as I'm writing this note. What I'm about to do is for you, the man who I've always loved. My soulmate. Maybe one day we'll meet again in Heaven and share an eternity of blissful happiness. But we're not getting there for you to saying yes to Michael. I won't have that. For once, I want to save you.

Take care of your baby brother for me, make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid. And most importantly, please take care of yourself.

I love you with all my heart, Y/N.

Dean didn't read your letter until he decided that enough was enough, he ran away himself. Sitting in a motel room with a bottle of whiskey and a box filled with all of his personal items getting ready to be shipped off to Bobby, he sat himself down and gathered the courage to see what you had to say. He didn't know the reason why you ran off again. The first time was back when the demon deal was your only problem. He sold his soul to a crossroads demon to save his brother, you made another one with Crowley to take his spot in Hell. Just a few years later, Dean had a feeling history was repeating itself all over again. You had a trick up your sleeve that you thought was going to solve everyone’s problems. He crumbled the note and threw it to the ground. It was all he needed to hear to know what he had to do.

+ + +

Dear, Cas.

Yes. I'm writing a letter to you, too. I know over the past few years our friendship has been a bit rocky. I mean, I did stab you in the chest when we first met...to be fair, I thought you were a demon. Maybe first impressions are everything. (And here is my terrible attempt at humor you probably won't get. It was a joke, I hope that made you laugh a bit. I know you’ve been feeling a bit down lately with everything that has been happening.) Despite our difference and bumping of the heads, you are a part of this family. A very dysfunctional, unhealthy obsessed people who are willing to sacrifice themselves for the greater good. And you did that when you rebelled against Heaven. For us. I don’t think I ever got the chance to say thank you. For everything. I don’t know what the boys and I would do without you. I’m going to miss you.

If this works, I want you to do something for me. Please take care of my boys. Make sure they don’t do anything dumb and kill each other in the process. And have a bit of fun yourself—but lay off the alcohol. (Again, another joke...made me chuckle at least. And God knows it’s been a while.) I don’t know if you would consider our very up and down relationship as anything, but I think of you as my family. And that’s why I’m doing this. Because you’re my friend Cas, and like the Winchester way, I’m doing this so you don’t get yourself hurt or caught in the crossfire. Please take care of yourself, buddy and don’t get into too much trouble.

Love from your friendly half-demon to her pesky angel from above, Y/N.

Cas read his letter when he gotten better after what Leah, aka the whore of Babylon, had done to him. He vanished himself far away after the brothers began fighting about what the right thing to do was. Sam wanted to look for you, Dean was too caught up in his own self destruction to think about anything but himself. It was strange to see you had disappeared out of thin air, there was no new leads on how to stop Lucifer, but he had a feeling if you had gotten a clue, you would take it without informing them. The angel was still learning about human emotions, but he understood the bond between you and the brothers. It was like any other he seen before. What the three of you were willing to do just for each other’s safety. The angel had a feeling that’s why you had ran away. You were about to do something very stupid.

+ + +

Home is where the heart is. You called some little hotel at least a few dozen states away from where you last ended up as the place where you would rest your head for now. It was a fairly small town that barely had any books in their library that weren't religious or some crappy book that they decided was pure enough for them to read. You didn't pick this place because you wanted to read banned fiction like The Catcher in the Rye or Fahrenheit 451. It was because in small towns like this, where everyone carried around a pocket sized bible, is where you would find all the good contents of religion. And in your time of need, you needed just about any kind of scripture that dated back two thousand years ago. You scoped out the library for every old testament, new testament, book of revelation and content that was dated back to the days when God was still around. The librarian who had helped you out looked at you a bit funny, you told her it was for a very detailed project.

It wasn’t a lie. You had been spending the past two weeks on your own, running from just about anything that would put a crimp in your plan. This was a fine line you were walking here after you made a fate you couldn’t run away from. You had said yes to the Devil. What for? Too much, that's what. You had promised Lucifer himself that when the time came, you would be all his. You agreed to becoming a demon for the sake of his own personal obsession. And the cherry on top of it all. Instead of Sam being his vessel for the big fight, you said you would. You were going to be Satan's prom date. But that was just the beginning of the mess you were about to get yourself into. There was so much more than you bit off.

You decided that changing Lucifer’s vessel wasn't enough, you changed one more detail. Something that would forever make you feel terrible for dragging someone who you'd never personally met before into this mess. Dean was supposed to be the vessel for Michael, but instead, you given a different name. Adam Milligan. The illegitimate son of John Winchester, but he was still blood. It would work. At least, that’s what Zachariah promised in that dirty bar. Both of you were down on your luck. He’d gotten kicked to the curb after not closing the deal of a lifetime. You had decided to throw your entire life away for the sake of saving three people.

Over some cheap whiskey, you and him discussed the fate of the world and moving to that neat little thing called paradise. Maybe you were becoming a demon, because you were making a lot of deals. And you were being very manipulative. You had discussed with Zachariah the new game plan you had been thinking about. Say you became the vessel for Lucifer after you turned yourself into a demon so you could be strong enough. How would that benefit Heaven? In so many ways they didn’t think about. While you had been possessed by Lilith, you were in some control of your own body. You could have stopped her, but you chose not to. You proposed the idea that you could rig the fight so Michael could come out as the champion and Lucifer would return back to the cage where he belonged. Problem solved. At least, that’s what he was lead to think.

Lucifer thought you were going to join his side, the angels had faith in the idea you were going to let them win. Neither of them knew what you were scheming in privacy. You might have been a half demon, you might be putting yourself in a compromise that you could never bring yourself out of. But you were trying. You knew there was a way to put Lucifer back in the cage. You just needed to find the answers and keep everyone at bay. Just for a little bit longer. The marking on your ribs kept you hidden from all angels, and the devil's trapped you put on the floor was an added precaution for any sort of demons that were trying to get on Lucifer's good side. But you knew the biggest obstacle standing in your way was the Winchester boys.

You made it back from the library with at least three different books you found that seemed decent enough to figuring out more answers than bible passages that made no sense. You fetched a hand inside your jean pocket to pull out your key and shoved it into the lock of your hotel room door. Twisting it and hearing the lock click back into place, you pushed open the door with a free hand and stepped inside. You reached out to switch on the light and look around the room to see that things were as they were when you left them. But you noticed something was different. You could feel the books that you had been holding come crashing to the ground as your face dropped into a panicked expression.

Somebody was sitting at the desk that you had been using earlier this morning and going through all the research and notes you had gathered over the past several days. The stranger was Sam Winchester, and from the look on his face, he was upset about having to find you like this. He flipped your notebook shut and looked up at you, "Doing some research without me?"

"H—How did you find me?" You managed to form a question as you blinked, a bit taken back from how quick he managed to track you down so quickly.

"I've been running around since I was a kid, Y/N. I know all the tricks we taught you." Sam answered you. His tone was calm, but you could see in his expression this conversation was about to turn south. He wasn't here to see how things were going, he wanted to drag you back home. You watched as he pulled something out from his pocket jacket and threw it to the desk. It was the letter that you had wrote for him. It seemed that wasn't enough to keep him satisfied. "You know something, don't you? You get like this when you try to solve a problem. You push people people away and go straight for the kill without thinking about the consequences."

“It doesn’t concern you or your brother, Sam.” You told him with a strong tone. Your voice was growing harsher from the way he was treating you, like a child who had no clue of what you were doing. “I know a way out of this. Just leave me alone.”

“So that’s why you broke up with Dean?” Sam's question made you stop from bending down and grab the books that you had previously dropped. You slowly looked up at him and looked a bit surprised at the information that you doubt his brother would have willingly given up. "Stopped by Lisa's place on the way here. Funny thing was, Dean didn't stop by her place when he ran off himself, but she did get a letter in her mailbox—written by you. Wasn't too hard to connect the dots after I read it for myself."

You were taken back from hearing the news that Dean had run off himself shortly after you. It wasn't much of a surprise there, you had a feeling he was a flight risk just waiting for the right push to send him off the edge. But it seemed your words of advice to go after another woman didn't work. Nervously swallowing, you began wondering if he was about to do something stupid. Like say yes to Michael before you got a chance to find a way out of this.

“So, this is how you want things to end?” Sam asked you, his voice growing harder as he stood up from the chair. You looked away from him when you could see the sadness starting to creep into his eyes from the position you had forced the young man into. His brother had been on the edge, and you had made things only worse. “You’re gonna push everyone away and run away? How could you do that to us?”

“How could I? All you've ever done is run away! And I’ve done nothing else but supporting you! Stanford, the demon blood, Ruby, accidentally letting Lucifer out of the cage. You thought you were trying to help us, Sammy. I never looked down at you for what you did. Unlike your own brother.” You told him, as if he didn’t know about his past mistakes. You let out a sigh, realizing how it must have come across like it was a bad thing. “Look, I think I found a way to put Lucifer back in the cage.”

“Then why didn’t you tell me? Why did you run away?” Sam asked, hoping you would give a straightforward answer. You crossed your arms over your chest and looked away from him, as if you were trying to standing your ground. He scoffed quietly underneath his breath as he shook his head from how you were behaving. "You know I have to stop you, Y/N."

"What are you gonna do? Throw me over your shoulder?" You gave a presumption as you let out a quiet chuckle, Sam shrugged his shoulders at the possibility. Your lips stretched faintly into a smirk at your own advantage from the public setting you were in. "You might be bigger than me Sasquatch, but you’re not taking me out of here.  I'll scream on the top of my lungs if you so dare touch me."

“Fine. Whatever. I really don’t care.” Sam said as let out a sigh from how you were making this a little more complicated than it should have been. “But just so you know, I brought help.”

You furrowed your brow slightly from what the younger Winchester said, wondering for a moment about what he meant by that. But the sound of fluttering wings behind you, meaning only one thing. You slowly looked over your shoulder to see Cas, the angel who always entered the room by coming out from thin air, was standing right behind you. You opened your mouth to try and get them to change your mind, but before you could, the angel put his index finger on your forehead, sending the three of you far away from the hotel.

+ + +

Much as they politely asked, you didn't give up what sort of trick you had up your sleeve. You sat on the cot with your back pressed against the wall and your arms crossed over your chest, staying completely silent after being brought back from Bobby's against your will. Sam and Cas worked together into tracking down where you had ran off to, his older brother also. You were a bit taken back to see Dean again, and while he seemed pissed off himself at being brought back like a small child, the both of you were thrown into a different loop of emotion at just laying eyes on one another. Your lips attempted to give him a warm smile, Dean seemed relieved to see that you were in his sight once again without a trace of harm on you. But it was only a matter of time until the room sank back down to anger. He couldn’t forget that you had broke up with him, that you pushed him away.

“Yeah, no, this is good, really. Eight months of turned pages and screwed pooches, but tonight— tonight’s when the magic happens. Yeah, only if Y/N opens that big mouth of hers and tells us her great, big plan." Dean paced back and forth around the room, making his frustrations clear to everyone who was trying to block his pessimistic attitude out. Bobby and Sam at at his desk to look over some books as Cas leaned against the wall, his eyes narrowed on the oldest Winchester. You looked away from the wall you had been staring at and up slightly to see that Dean was staring at you, his lips stretched into a grim smirk, as if you were going to admit your master plan. You scoffed quietly underneath your breath and looked away. Bobby tried to get the man to calm down as Dean decided to stop pacing for a moment and lean himself against the wall right across from where you were sitting. "If you don't want me around, why don't you let me get out of your hair, then?"

Bobby tried his hardest to ignore the oldest Winchester’s behavior. But he thought the young man was only acting like a fool for how he was treating everyone. He tossed the newspaper article he had been reading to the desk and looked at Dean, “What the hell happened to you?”

“Reality happened.” Dean answered the man with a sharp tone. “Nuclear’s the only option we have left. Michael can ice the Devil, save a boatload of people.”

“But not all of them.” Bobby pointed out the small fact that the young man seemed to have forgotten about in his selfish way of thinking. “We got to think of something else.”

“Yeah, well, that’s easy for you to say,” The oldest Winchester muttered, brushing off Bobby's words that were supposed to be supportive. But the man’s one minded track wasn’t making him think of the end game if the worst happened and the enemy won because he was too late to solve the problem. “But if Lucifer burns this mother down and I could have done something about it, guess what—that’s on me.”

Silence filled the room after what Dean had said. He knew what would happen if he continued to say no to Michael. The world would end in complete chaos and an outbreak of the nasty croatoan virus would reign most of the population into monsters. His brother would say yes to the Devil and the woman that he loved—Dean corrected himself, the woman who pushed him away, would turn into a demon. But he could stop all of it from happening if he just said yes to the archangel. Then he could finally let someone else take a hold of the fight he was tired of trying to win. But his ideal thought of how it would all end only lasted a few moments when a voice broke the tension that had fallen over the five of them.

"Dean Winchester, the man who has to do everything himself." You spoke for the first time since arriving back at Bobby's. You could feel four pairs of eyes shifting to you at what you had said, followed by a small chuckle that escaped afterwards. Slowly, you removed your gaze away from the wall and to the man who was hovering over, wondering what you meant by that. "Ever come to think that we can solve this problem without having you do all the heavy lifting?"

"And she speaks. What's your big plan, sweetheart?" Dean asked you with a bit of a curiosity, but his tone of voice was nothing short of cold and cruel. "You gonna push people away and go waltzing off to the sunset with the Devil? I'm sure he's a better match for you. I mean, the two of you are a match in Hell. The only reason why you’re alive is because of him.”

"You know, I take everything I said back. I hope you die miserable and alone. Because the only person that you care about is yourself." You pushed yourself up from the cot to stand in front of Dean, giving him the fuel to continue on this fight that never seemed to have ended between the two of you. While it had been done behind closed doors, the three men witnessed how you and Dean had crumbled into a pair of people they didn’t even recognize. “You sad, sack of sh—”

Before you could wipe the smirk off Dean's mouth, someone grabbed a hold of your wrist, stopping you from letting this escalate to levels that you didn't need to go right now. You were broken out of your thoughts when Cas shook his head at you, as if he was giving you a warning not to do something you would only regret later. You let out a quiet sigh and stepped away from Dean to give yourself some space from him. You avoided any eye contact with Sam or Bobby as they stared in astonishment from what had unraveled right in front of their eyes.

“It wasn't too long ago the two of you were doing were walking around here with that puppy love of yours. You would do anything to save one another. Hell, you have. Now you're clawing at one another's throats and saying some pretty stupid stuff.” Bobby said, trying to be the voice of reason here. You crossed your arms over your chest and looked around the room. You knew the man was right. But it was hard when the oldest Winchester wouldn't cooperate. “Both of you need to snap out of this. And you can’t give up so easily, son.”

“You’re not my father.” Dean responded to the man’s words with a few that were the worst of all that he could ever speak. You looked at him with an astonishment form what he had done. But the oldest Winchester seemed to have no remorse. “And you ain’t in my shoes.”

You scoffed underneath your breath and tightened your arms around your waist a little bit more. Sam looked over at this big brother and stared at him with anger, he shook his head in disappointment from what he was doing without any sense of how his words were affecting the people he loved. But he knew. Dean tore his gaze away and stared straight on, he swallowed and tried his hardest not to show any sort of emotion any other than frustration for how this situation was working out.

Bobby had done a lot for the three of you. He’d been there since the brothers were kids and tried to give them at least a little bit of normalcy when John dropped them off for a hunt. He had been there when you had been tracked down by Meg, sold your souls to a few demons and then tried to save you from Hell. He had been there when Sam was strung out of demon blood and had no idea of what to do. Bobby was still here at the result of being paralyzed from the waist down after being possessed by a demon. And he was still here, trying to find a way to stop the apocalypse that the three of you had caused which each step that you took. But the older hunter decided to prove Dean’s hurtful words wrong.

You looked over to the desk when you heard something heavy land on top of an open book that Bobby had next to him. The man pulled out a revolver from a drawer and placed it for everyone to see. He then took a bullet from the pocket of his flannel shirt and made sure Dean could see it clearly. Dean asked him what that was for.

“That’s the round I mean to put through my skull. Every morning, I look at it, and I think…‘Maybe today’s the day I flip the lights out.’ But I don’t do it. I never do it. You know why?” Bobby asked the younger man. But he didn’t wait for him to answer, he wanted to be the one to tell him as his tone matched his anger from how he felt. “Because I promised you I wouldn’t give up!”

Dean was stricken silent from the words that he heard. Out of anyone in this room that was a risk of taking the swan dive, it was Bobby. After his incident with the possession, the one where he had stabbed himself to save you and Dean, he had been vocal about ending his own life, thinking he couldn't be a hunter with no working legs. But the man carried on to this very day because he knew it wasn't worth it, his actions would deeply affect you and the brothers. You found yourself staring at the bullet Bobby had placed down on the table. All though you hadn’t told him your plan, you had a feeling he would react the same way as he did to Dean. Yet you knew there wasn’t a better option for this.

You were torn away from your personal thoughts when Cas suddenly was stricken down with a headache. Your face scrunched in concern as you watched the angel clutched his head and groaned quietly in pain. All of you stared at him, not sure what was going on.

“Cas, you okay?” You asked him with concern. The angel shook his head no as the pain seem to have gotten worse for a moment or so longer before he tried to return back to normal. “What’s wrong?”

“Something’s happening.” Cas whispered.

Dean tried to ask the angel where it was, but before he could get an answer, Cas left in a hurry, a burst of wind followed behind as a few papers slowly drifted into the air before falling to the ground. You stared at the spot where Cas had been previously staring at, wondering yourself of what was going on—and if it had to do with the little plan you had set up for them.

+ + +

Cas was gone for what felt like forever. You spent the time in the kitchen with your nose buried in a book that you had spotted buried underneath a few others on his desk. While you kept yourself occupied for the time being, your mind kept wandering back to what was going on with the angel. Zachariah had promised to keep his word about the plans. What if he didn't? You tapped your foot against the floor and turned the page, forcing yourself to read about the fall of Lucifer, but your attention was quickly ripped away when you heard Bobby’s voice echo from the library.

“Boys! Y/N!”

You pushed yourself up from your chair and shut the book you were reading to follow behind the brothers to see what was going on. Stepping back into the library, you noticed right away that Cas had come back with some luggage with an unconscious body lying over his shoulder. You could feel your heartbeat starting to pound harder in your chest when he tossed him down to the cot and stepped away to let you see who it was. It was a young face that you had seen only once before, but it was the kind of face that made your mouth part open slightly. He was dirty and didn't move a muscle, but Adam Milligan was the boy who had been brought back from the dead.  They did it. The angels listened to your plan.

“Who is it?” Bobby asked as he wheeled himself over to the bed.

“That’s our brother.” Sam answered with a quiet voice.

Bobby was confused himself at seeing the young man in the flesh again after hearing about the first encounter that didn't end well. The one you had met was of a ghoul who had killed him and took his form as some revenge. The boys shrugged their shoulders from what was going here as they stared at the youngest brother with absolute confusion. Dean looked over at Cas, wondering himself of what the hell was going on here. Cas placed down two blades that were meant to kill only angels, he didn't have any helpful answers, but he knew one thing was for sure. The kid was a red flag for his fellow brothers and sisters who would be searching for Adam soon as they realized he was missing from his grave where he crawled out from.

“I know one thing for sure.” Cas said. “We need to hide him now.”

Cas placed a hand on Adam's chest and used the same trick like had on you and the boys by carving in some enochian sigils into the man's ribcage. The feeling of an unknown force burning into his bones made Adam wake up from his long sleep. He inhaled a deep breath as his eyes shot wide open. The young man was quick to sit himself up on the bed when he took notice of Bobby, a man he had never seen before. He stared at the five of you with almost a panicked expression as he began asking of where he was.

“It’s okay. Just relax.” Sam reassured him with a calm tone. “You’re safe.”

“Who the hell are you?” Adam asked.

“You’re gonna find this a little—a lot crazy,” Dean corrected himself at what he was about to say to the man. “But we’re actually your brothers.”

“It’s the truth. John Winchester was our father, too.” Sam said, backing up with what his brother had mentioned as he tried to introduce himself. “See, I’m Sam—”

“Yeah, and I’m sure that’s Dean. And you’re for sure that you’re Y/N. They warned me about you.” Adam said. His gaze turned away from the boys that were his own flesh and blood to you from what spoke of last. The brothers looked over at you, wondering what Adam meant by that. You licked your lips, thinking they must have given him a description that wasn’t so nice to make sure the fight was even as possible. “Now, where the hell is Zachariah?!”

“Hot damn. Those sons of bitches did it.” You muttered underneath your breath. You found yourself lost in your own personal thoughts of what was going on here. All though for you it was some kind of miracle, the boys didn’t think so from what they heard you say. You looked over to see they were rather confused as to why you were so happy. “Oh. By the way...Did I forget to mention? The Devil and I had a nice, long talk. And I'm his new vessel."

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