#and zoe HAS no shoes to fill. she just has the shadows of her past of too many lost loved ones way too fuckin young w a

[abiik]

i am.mm. THINKING aboutt bffs jayzoe

#h talks. #oc: zoe huang #they make me so 🥺🥺🥺 #they literally bring tears to my eyes im gonna :((( #tiny robin jay & rowdy ruff zoe #lil giggly vigilantes who just wanna do the best they can do #jason's filling big shoes but the shadow he's filling is so estranged it's so hard to do so #and zoe HAS no shoes to fill. she just has the shadows of her past of too many lost loved ones way too fuckin young w a #they both have no legacy of their own & like. also a billion ppl telling them who they need to be & who they DONT need to be #u know #they also have an abundance of paths they can go down if they want even if the ppl they're being influnced by r narrowing those options #they're just kids tho & they have such STRONG opinions #they wanna make a difference they wANNA do things they WANNA change the world THEY think what they're doing is DOING THAT #they're kickin ass and puttin bad guys away #damn jason look at that shiner! #oh fuck z look at that hole in the wall you broke that dude's whole face! he deserved it tho! #like. UGH idek if im making sense they just make me very EMOTIONAL and i have a lot of incoherent thoughts about them #bc like. i have a lot of thoughts about JASON. alone. separate. from zoe. that i then take and PUT INTO my universe WITH zoe #but havent like talked about on main for several reasons #ekdkoeldoel #IM JEICIEOKDD I CANT MAKE SENSE EVER #and then i also wanna just think about them as KIDS as TEENS who just do stupid shit and have sleepovers and shit #but like. they rarely even. got that. bc jason.......you know.....

[mostlywritersblock]

Dracula 2019 fic

Part 1

****

Is this a dream?

Of course it is.

You’re drinking my blood.

But my blood is deadly to you.

Yes.

So you’ll die.

So will you.

After all this time

Did you think I’d let it hurt?

****

Dracula awoke.

It was disorienting, not because of any lack of vision but simply because he had awaken.

Something he’d thought he’d never do again.

By all rights, he should be dead.

Well, dead-er.

He was laying on his back, comfortably mind you, staring up at the ceiling when a familiar voice punctured his thoughts.

“I thought it might happen today, or rather I’ve been telling myself that for the past two weeks.” The woman from the foundation spoke.

Bloxham was it or something other?

“Just so you’re aware it’s been a total of 19 days since your attempted suicide”

Attempted suicide? Is that what happened?

“Your lawyer has been dutifully notified of your condition and current occupation of our facility. For more economical reasons I’m sure you can see why you’ll be staying here instead of a hospital until we can safely monitor your progress and rehabilitation.”

Progress? Rehabilitation? What was wrong with him?

“What is wrong with me?” The statement came out far weaker than he intended, and by god was that really his voice? Such a pitiful thing!

Bloxham stared at him blankly. “I just told you, attempted suicide.”

She stepped out of view but he could still hear her. “Now that you’re awake I’ll have the doctors come examine you. Try not to hold back on anything, the more information you provide the better.”

A series of scenes played out suddenly before him, ripping his focus away from the present to-

A flash of light, so intense, like the sun itself-

The sun.

Agatha.

He could hear retreating footsteps.

“Wait.”

Bloxham hesitated. “Yes?”

“Aga-Dr. Helsing. Zoe, where is she?”

There was a long pause.

“She’s alive, I’m not allowed to say anymore on the subject.” And she briskly walked out of the room. Dracula listened as the soft hiss of the door sealed behind her.

Ah.

So he was back in the glass cage. Wonderful.

****

The doctors poked, prodded, and took blood samples for a sum of 75 hours before Dracula got fed up and snapped one of their necks. The rest quickly fleeing the room as he viscously bit into the dying mans jugular. It was delicious.

Keep dangling a carrot in front of a starving rabbit and they’re bound to take your finger along with it.

****

The blood seemed to have done some good, and he wasn’t the only one to notice. The next following days consisted of Bloxham gathering up as many volunteers as she could to start giving him blood. It wasn’t the greatest thing ever but he felt he should play by the rules just for a little while longer.

Just until he had regained his strength.

****

By the gods. He was going to go mad of boredom. He’d requested -what - at least a dozen times by now, for some form of entertainment. A book, magazine, some new eletro-technological gizmo. Anything. But it was as if his request fell on deff ears. Which wasn’t possible. Which meant they were ignoring him.

Dracula sighed dramatically. He’d also requested for his lawyer, though he now supposes that won’t be happening anytime soon either.

****

He kept seeing her.

Not in his dreams - because, well, that wasn’t really possible at the moment- but in the shadows of his cage.

Agatha.

He hadn’t heard anything more since he’d first asked about her. It was as if the topic of one Dr. Zoe Helsing was taboo, classified, unmerited information that he was definitely not privy to.

No matter. He was counting down the days now.

Soon.

****

He’d surmised he’s been held prisoner at the foundation for a total of 39 days, 14 hours, and 45 minutes when the alarm sounded throughout the corridor. An unnecessary red light bouncing about the walls.

He slid the key card into place and a mechanical hiss sounded as he pushed the the final door open.

Fresh air rushed to great him. Along with twenty or so armed guns.

Dracula didn’t bat an eye as he rushed them. The sun grinning down on him when he slaughtered them all.

***

All that time in the foundation and no one had been one step closer to discovering how he was still alive. The one mystery he was actually hoping they’d solve before he jumped ship. Oh well. Now to find the real answers, with the only person who could possibly provide them.

He hoped at least.

****

He was surprised to find that Zoe was not actually where he had expected her to be.

He had thought, naturally, that with all the secrecy that obviously whatever information they had was not of the positive sort. Meaning he assumed he’d find her half dead in a hospital riding out the tale ends of her cancer.

Not. Outside a cheap flat lounging in the shade with a beverage smelling strongly of alcohol.

When Zoe finally noticed his chilling presence she gifted him with a small smile.

“Took you long enough.”

*****

He was to say very bluntly. Not pleased. Not pleased at all to discover Zoe did Not in fact have all the answers.

He was pleased however to note that she had miraculously been somewhat cured of the cancer. A miracle they were both certain he had a hand in doing.

Another piece of the puzzle yet unsolved.

She’s currently undergoing chemo, a last ditch effort by her doctors to make sure the cancer never comes back. But Zoe says everyday she feels a little stronger, a little less like the poison is in her veins.

Dracula supposes he’s happy for her.

Happy to have the company now that they’re not constantly at each other’s throats.

But he’s still a vampire, a fact they’re both acutely aware of as time passes by.

Dracula leaves sometime in the night, Zoe’s warm body curling into the space he previously occupied.

It’s not goodbye. But he needs sometime to collect his thoughts and -

He needs to feed.

****

Zoe finds him not even two days later.

“You know running off in the middle of the night is not going to solve any of your problems.” She states taking a seat in his temporary domicile.

Dracula rolls his eyes, “It doesn’t unsolve them either, Zoe. I’m driving myself mad with explanations, scenarios that make no sense and facts that don’t add up.”

He paces a few steps. “By all accounts I should not be here. I should dead, not undead.”

“Careful it almost sounds like you’re regretting being a vampire.”

Dracula frowned. “You know that’s not what I’m saying. I just wish to understand, nothing like this has happened before.”

Zoe sighed, “ Look it’s not like you went around drinking sick blood all the time, or for the length you drank mine. Who’s to say you can’t die from it. Maybe it just severely weakens you, like a vampire kryptonite.”

“Like a vampire what?” Confusion crossed his face as he tried to distinguish the strange word. And here he’d thought he was doing pretty well in this century.

“It’s Superm- you know what I’ll get you the comic sometime. Anyway, we really don’t know what kind of effect sick blood may have.”

Dracula scoffed. “Oh and me practically dying isn’t effective enough for you?”

“Not when you can come back good as new, no.”

Dracula smiled dangerously, “There’s the cold nun we all love to hate. Don’t suppose you’re hoping I’ll try it out again and stay dead next time.”

“One can only hope.” Came the distinctive foreign reply.

“Well I’m not, so there’s another dead-end for you.” He sneered. Zoe took in a deep breath

“Look, I want to get to the bottom of this just as much as you do, but you ran away from the one place that could possibly offer some kind of scientific explanation.”

Dracula released a low growl, “I’m not going back there.”

“I’m not asking you to I’m just-“

A loud buzzing filled the room, Zoe frowned sharply before tearing into her purse to dig out her phone. She glanced at the screen briefly before answering.

“Yes? What is it now?”

Dracula stared intently at his shoes trying not to grow impatient.

“Again? This is the third time this month, yes I know he escaped twice thank you Margo. Yes. Yes he’s with me. Yes I’ll tell you. Look, now isn’t a good time, I’ll call you later. Tell Florence to just reschedule their meeting, I won’t be in tomorrow. Thursday? Fine, yes, whatever works. Yes, goodbye.” Zoe let out an exhausted sigh as she lightly slammed her phone face down onto her lap.

“Trouble in paradise?”

“Trouble you caused.”

“Oh what have I done now?” Dracula mock pouted

“The contributors - our sponsors are reviewing the foundation, again. Apparently the fact that you escaped twice puts us under strict scrutiny.”

“Ah, I don’t blame them, for the price they’re paying I’d put your organization under strict scrutiny too.”

“It’s your bloody fault!” Another deep breath, “And it isn’t my organization, I just help run it.”

“What happened to early retirement?”

“I’m not dying now, why should I give up when we were really starting to see a breakthrough.” She quipped sarcastically.

Dracula chuckled, “Point taken.”

****

Turns out running an organization that your not legally obligated to run takes a lot of time and effort, both of which Zoe was finding hard to balance, especially with an over demanding, narcissistic, ego-centric vampire breathing down her neck. Oh and she also wasn’t trying to kill him, or capture him, or run test on him this time.

So.

There was that.

Zoe figured her sudden lack of animosity towards the man remained largely on the fact that he saved her. Or rather drained the sick right out if her.

So now she can’t help but feel a little obligated to offer aid in this troublesome mystery. Even if that means lying to half her staff the whereabouts of Dracula’s location.

However, the animosity spikes at certain moments too.

They usually coincide with Dracula’s feeding habits.

*****

TBC

#I’M SORRY IF THERE ARE SPELLING ERRORS #I tried my best but I wrote this weeks ago at like 3am #dracula #agatha van helsing #dracula 2019 #johnathan harker #part1 of idk #takes place after the last episode bc I was not happy with said ending #my boy harker gonna get a better story this time just you wait and see #this is probably going to be Dracula/Harker eventually js #but maybe Zoe/Drac if you squint reaaall hard #zoe van helsing

[7-wonders]

Shatter pt. 7

Summary: It’s time for your second interview Langdon, and luckily for you, you’re finally going to get some answers. 

Word Count: 2338

A/N: Hey hey welcome back to another part of Shatter! Hope you guys enjoy; like, reblog or leave a comment if you liked it. My inbox is always open if you want to drop me a message or chat. 

Read Part One HERE | Read Part Two HERE | Read Part Three HERE | Read Part Four HERE | Read Part Five HERE | Read Part Six HERE

There’s a certain phenomena that occurs whenever thunderstorms roll into an area. Of course, there aren’t any thunderstorms anymore, and if there were, the rain is probably acid or something. When there used to be thunderstorms, though, a person could tell almost before the ominous clouds even formed. The electricity that builds and builds in the air reaches a point where it’s a palpable feeling, one that raises the hair on your arms and leaves you feeling nervous towards something that you can’t yet see. You have an odd sense of deja vu right now, but there’s no thunderclouds around.

The adrenaline that came from volunteering to sacrifice yourself still hasn’t worn off, leaving you jittery and restless. Knowing that you have to meet with Langdon in a matter of minutes makes it basically impossible for you to sit still, so you’ve been pacing back and forth down the hallway in front of Langdon’s office for an hour. Thirty minutes into your nervous pacing, the doors had burst open and Mallory ran out of the office, eyes wide and body shaking.

“Mallory, what’s wrong?” You had asked, grabbing your friend by her shoulders as the doors closed behind her.

“I shot fire and Langdon’s a demon!” Mallory stuttered out before stumbling away and leaving. You wanted to ask her more questions, but the wild look in her eyes had you wondering if she was just finally cracking under the pressure.

Even when there was yet another perimeter breach, Venable and the Hand were too preoccupied with whatever had gotten past the gates to worry about chasing residents to their rooms. After eighteen months of absolute monotony, the past two eventful days have left your head slightly spinning. Finally, the large sliding doors open themselves. You’re not sure if it’s because Langdon trusted that you would be here at the appointed time or if he knew you were outside for the past hour, but you enter anyways.

He’s not sitting at the desk like he was yesterday. Instead, Langdon’s standing in front of the fireplace, and you watch momentarily as the shadows of the flames make his face look even more severe than it already is. He doesn’t turn around when you start to approach him, but his posture does change as your shoes click against the floor.

“I am glad to see that you made it here without attempting to save the day again.” Langdon quips, his large rings clacking against each other as he clasps his hands behind his back.

“Yeah, well, couldn’t find anyone in need of saving.” You fire back, standing a few feet away from him. “Thank you, for stepping in earlier.”

He’s silent for a few moments, and you’re not sure if he’s trying to think of something to say or if he just enjoys making you squirm. Probably the latter. Eventually he turns towards you, those cold blue eyes making all of your tensions melt away.

“It was nothing, truly. It seems that Venable has been creating her own rules, and though I am certainly not opposed to people being killed, I would prefer that there be a reason behind said killing.” He says nonchalantly.

“How did Timothy and Emily find out that she was making rules up?” Langdon’s lips twitch in a mixture of amusement and disdain.

“Those two have a penchant for searching through things that do not belong to them.” A smile fights its way onto your face at the knowledge that they must have gone through Langdon’s personal items.

“Can you blame them, though?” Langdon stares at you, and you’re more than surprised at the appreciation in his eyes.

“No, I suppose I cannot.” He extends an arm towards the chairs in the middle of the room, both facing each other. “Have a seat. Can I get you a drink?”

“I already had my rations for the day.” You explain before taking a seat in the armchair.

“Hmm, but I was not offering you your rations.”

Langdon turns around with a smirk, holding two cups of steaming tea. Your eyes widen in delight when the scent of your favorite tea hits your nose. He hands you the cup, your hands warming from the heat transfer. You can’t help but to inhale deeply, closing your eyes and momentarily letting nostalgia take over. The first few weeks after you woke up with no memory, Gallant tried anything to cheer you up and make you feel better. He had wanted you to try a new tea that he picked up and thought you would like. To the shock and surprise of both of you, the smell was extremely familiar. It brought tears to your eyes for the memories that you didn’t have, but the tea was desperately trying to conjure up for you.

“I apologize for the lack of choices, I hope that this is sufficient.” He watches you closely as you take a sip, smiling at the familiar taste.

“This was my favorite tea before the blast.”

“Remind me,” Langdon takes a seat opposite you, placing his own cup to the side before he even takes a sip. “Where had we left off last night?”

The smile falls off of your face as Langdon gets down to business.

“You were telling me that I know who I really am, and I was asking you if you knew who I was before I lost my memory.”

“And have you discovered who you truly are?” He asks.

“No.” You mutter angrily, looking down at the liquid moving in your cup.

“Would you like help?” You sit up straight before leaning forward in your chair, intrigued.

“You can help me? How?”

Langdon holds his hand up, a small vial suddenly appearing within his grasp. It’s filled with some sort of silvery powder, and it sparkles intoxicatingly at you as you study it. The mere sight of it is tantalizing, even though there’s a part of you that scolds you, telling you that there’s no possible way that this powder can help you.

“What is that?” You ask.

“The key to unlocking your memories.” He tosses it from hand to hand, and you’re sure he’s deliberately teasing you. “That is, if you would like to.”

“What kind of a question is that? Of course I want to.” You scoff, rolling your eyes.

Langdon chuckles before falling to his knees in front of you. Enraptured, you watch as he uncaps the vial and pours the powder into the palm of his hand. He draws a foreign symbol into the substance before reaching with his free hand and drawing what you assume is the same symbol on your forehead. He smiles at you, reassuring you when he senses your sudden nerves.

“I’ll be right here, don’t worry. Are you ready?” You nod, gripping his free hand tightly.

“Do it.” With that, Langdon blows the powder into your face.

You gasp as the powder invades your lungs, coughing and hacking in an attempt to remove the foreign substance from your body. Your eyes go wide and your body stiffens as your mind is assaulted with images, before you fall into Langdon’s arms.

The scenes play before your eyes like a movie. Suddenly you can see the faces that have been hidden from you for years, names being matched and relationships being reformed. The white house surrounded by cast iron gates is Ms. Robichaux’s Academy for Exceptional Young Women, otherwise known as your second home. You remember your friends: Madison Montgomery, the so-called ‘bitchy’ former movie star who was actually just in need of love and support. The kind young woman with the honey hair and soulful eyes, also known as Zoe Benson. Queenie and Nan, Misty and Mallory, all of them come back to the forefront of your memory.

With these memories comes the memory of the woman who got you into this predicament in the first place. You can see Cordelia Goode’s patronizing smile as she assured you that she knew best multiple times throughout those tumultuous last few weeks. It was Cordelia who assured you that cutting off all contact with Michael would be for the best of the coven. Cordelia had been the one to tell you that Michael was pure evil, and had been the reason why you were kidnapped in the first place. The rift between you and Michael had been caused by Cordelia, who had then decided that it would be best if you just lost all of your memories too. Her reasoning? So that your bond couldn’t be used for Michael to find you.

Michael.

The man who had haunted your dreams for years turned out to be the love of your life. With the perspective that you’re now gaining, you really don’t blame him for kidnapping you. You would have preferred that he not kill your friends, but that was a conversation for another time. You watch all of your memories with him; the quiet days spent together in his dorm, the spontaneous adventures, the kisses and the cuddles and the pure, unadulterated love that the two of you shared. Your mind, which is working overtime to compensate for the sudden influx of information, connects the dots between two sets of the same icy blue eyes and the two heads of beautiful blond curls that you so vividly remember. Langdon and Michael are one and the same, although the last name is now a dead giveaway for you.

You come back to the present with a loud cry, chest heaving as you try to catch your breath. You’re shaking like a leaf from the immense amounts of power suddenly flowing through your veins where you lay, which turns out to be in Langdon--no, Michael’s arms. He’s staring down at you, a disbelieving smile on his face while tears make tracks down his face. You reach your hand up to touch his face, fingers reflexively remembering every inch of his face.

“Did you not think it would work?” You tease, surging up to wrap your arms around his neck.

“A part of me didn’t think it would.” He admits, holding you tightly. “I’ve missed you so much, (Y/N). I never stopped looking for you, even after the bombs dropped. I knew you had made it to one of the Outposts, but I didn’t know which one or if you were still alive after so long.”

“I missed you too, Michael.” He hums happily, rubbing his nose against yours.

“Say my name again.”

“Michael.” You coo while running a hand through his hair. “Michael, Michael, Michael.” His name comes out of your mouth in a sing-song tone, both of you giggling at the sheer ridiculousness of this situation.

“You have no idea how hard it was to keep myself from holding you and never letting you go when I first saw you again.” Michael finally kisses you, and you sigh into the gesture. It’s just as sweet as you now remember, and his skilled lips mold easily against yours.

“You’re such a drama queen!” You laugh, remembering his nighttime visit last night. “You came into my room in the dead of night to give me a dream of one of the times we snuck out to the forest just to make sure I wasn’t lying?”

“I had to see you! Besides, that’s one of my favorite memories of the two of us.” He defends. You roll your eyes jokingly, but let the dramatics slide.

“You let your hair grow out!” You note in appreciation, leaning your forehead against Michael’s.

“Do you like it?” He asks shyly, and you’re suddenly reminded of the unsure boy you first fell in love with.

“I love it.” You grin. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

“I’m so sorry for running away from you.”

“I don’t blame you for running away. I shouldn’t have kidnapped you, and I’m sorry about that.”

“Michael, I know you have a vendetta against all the witches, but Mallory wasn’t involved in anything. She was as clueless as I was when it came to Ms. Mead and their plot to take you down.” You explain, eyes silently pleading with him to drop this grudge.

“She won’t be harmed for the actions of your coven, then.” You sigh in relief, kissing him gratefully.

“Thank you.”

“That does lead me to an important question, though: do you know what Cordelia’s planning? It would make sense if she had just erased your memory, but to erase Mallory’s as well? There’s got to be a bigger plan that this ties into.”

You have to think for a moment, wrinkling your nose while you try to figure things out.

“Right before she blew the powder in my face, she had mentioned that mine and Mallory’s powers were too strong and that they would act as a beacon. That’s why we couldn’t be buried in the swamp with the surviving coven members.” Michael’s nose wrinkles in disgust as he nods slowly. “What?”

“Cordelia and her accomplices survived the blast.”

“Which means?” You ask for some clarification.

“They’ll be coming to ‘free’ you and Mallory and give you back your powers. After that, I assume they’ll try to kill me or attempt a spell to reverse the apocalypse.”

“I won’t go back to them, not after what they did to me and you. Mallory won’t, either; they held her down and took her memory against her will, too. I love you, Michael. It’s the two of us now, always.”

“Always.” He repeats, kissing you again.

“Can I stay here with you tonight?” You’re not willing to leave your lover now that you’ve found him. The mere thought of it physically makes your heart hurt.

“Oh, my darling, now that I have you again I’m never letting you leave.” If it was anybody but Michael saying this, they’d sound like a creepy stalker. Instead, it brings you immense comfort, and you giggle when he stands with you in his arms and walks with you towards his bedroom.

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[thefragileblackdahlia]

I Know What You Did Last Summer: Part three

Chapter Summary:

Ruby, Sam, and Dean look for a girl who hears the angels. Castiel and Uriel return.

Pairing(s):  Eventual Dean x Ariel, Ruby x Sam

Warning(s): Steamy Kissing, MAJOR Angst, Alcohol Consumption, Typical SUPERNATURAL Violence, Mild Language

A/N: The story isn’t over yet don’t fret. Haha. Kinder surprise egg! ♥ ♥  Also about Dean and Ariel’s relationship, They do like each other to the point where they might kiss and have sex but I won’t consider them canon until one of them asks the other one out. Cause it’s pretty clear that they feel for each other.

When the kissing starts you will see *** feel free to skip it.

Please feel free to leave feedback.

Beta’d by Zoe (a friend)

Word count: 4,720+

(Ariel’s definite season 4 outfit.)

Grunts and soft groans filled the room as the light died down to reveal a red-headed woman, in a black leather trench coat. She rolled her shoulders back and flexed her black and golden wings; a black shadow splayed across the attic walls from a human perspective. But for Dean, he got the full view of the sun beaming down on her glittering obsidian wings.

It was indeed Ariel.

Everyone stared at the archangel in awe and fear.

Ruby wanted to get out of there as soon as possible while Anna felt calm and unnerved. The female demon snatched Anna's hand and pulled her toward the exit.

Sam rolled over onto his side and looked up from his position to see Ariel standing over him the same way she was that day in the gas station. He gathered his brows in anguish as he couldn't keep his emotions at bay.

It had been a month, a very hard month without her and all the guilt of not honoring her wishes weighed down on him.

The tall hunter scurried to his feet, "You're here..." He breathed.

"You prayed," Ariel affirmed, aware this was just like Missouri.

Dean's mouth set in a hard line as he shook his head in denial. "No...can't be," He choked out. He pushed himself to his feet, avoiding eye contact with the angel.

Each time Ariel took a step forward, Dean took a step back. It was obvious he was hurt but she didn't think it'd be this bad.

The angel flew behind Dean and placed a wary hand on his shoulder, "I'm here." She cooed.

Dean shut his eyes at first contact. Never in a million years, he thought he would be able to feel her hands on him again. He tried to fight every urge to pull her in close but couldn't any longer.

Whipping around on his feet, he pulled Ariel into a crushing embrace. Dean buried his head in the crevice between her neck and shoulder, inhaling her vessel's natural scent; He would say she smelled like cherries and vanilla.

Dean breathed, "God- I've missed you." He tightened his hold on the woman, sliding his hands underneath her shirt and digging his fingertips into her hips.

Ariel's breath hitched in her throat as Dean's touched her skin. She tilted her head back and carded her fingers through his hair before craning his neck down so she could give him a kiss on the forehead.

Who knows what might have happened if Ariel hadn't shown up.

Sam stumbled over to his family, embracing both of them tightly and had no intention of letting them go any time soon.

That was all that it took to send Ariel's emotions into a spiral. She inhaled a considerable amount of air before exhaling, a few laughs seeping through. The heartfelt reunion overwhelmed her, bringing tears to her eyes. She has never felt more loved or welcomed in her life and she owed it all to the Winchesters.

"We're glad you're back," Sam mumbled through his strangle sobs. He pressed his lips to her forehead and shut his eyes. "We don't know how- but we're glad." The giant added.

Dean finally let go of the woman, pushing her away gently and taking a step back so that he could see all of her. "How are you- I thought-" The tired man pulled his lips into a tight line and shook his head, "You were gone."

Ariel averted her gaze to the floor,  "I did- I mean I was..." She nodded her head. Wiping whatever tears that were left, the angel put on her best smile. "I don't know how- but all I remember is hearing your prayer, Dean."

Sam shifted on his feet and slipped his hands into his jean pockets, "Are you- Are you God?" It was a random question but Sam had to know whether or not Ariel was God. She probably wasn't but how else could she be here right now?

"What?" Dean's head whipped in Sam's direction with a puzzled expression. "No- She is not God." He squinted his eyes and shook his head at his brother's inane question. "You aren't right? 'Cause then this would be a little awkward." The hunter gestured between himself and Ariel who just burst into fit laughter.

Barely able to contain her laughter, she gazed up at the green-eyed hunter with a soft smile. "I think that if I were God, I'd make your lives a bit easier." She affirmed with a small giggle.

Sam set his eyes on the ginger, a small smile on his face. "Only a bit easier? " He murmured.

"How else would you guys get all this good character development." Ariel joked.

All while Ariel and Sam talked, Dean stood to the side, admiring her beauty. The way the sun beamed down on the side of her face, highlighting her small freckles and sunspots. He tilted his head as he now noticed that one of her vessel's eyes had specs of green in them.

Dean didn't snap out of his transfixed state until he heard Sam mention Anna. All traces of happiness faded as he listened in.

"Right," Ariel smiled. "I would offer to fly you there but I need to conserve grace. I left too soon and there's no quick way to refill unless... I steal from other angels." She looked off into the distance as she thought about it. It would take a lot but it might work; She would have to steal from angels that attack the boys.

Sam glanced at the angel, worried that maybe she has been corrupted. Something about her felt different and it was clear in her smile. Dean may have been blind to it but to someone who wasn't a lovesick fool- they could see that her smile was hiding something.

The trio left for the exit. The plan was to get back to the motel room and contact Ruby.

MOTEL ROOM

NIGHT

The drive back to the motel was tense. There was chatter here and there but there wasn't much to talk about. Dean had lots to say but not in front of his brother and Sam avoided looking at Ariel.

Something was wrong.

When they arrived, Ariel exited the impala and perched herself against the side of the car. She stared at the sky, presumably listening to whatever her brethren were saying at the moment.

They had no idea.

"Red," Dean murmured. The hunter walked around to her side of the car and took his place on her left side. "You seem pretty out of it. Everything okay up there?" He asked quietly while pointing his eyes toward her forehead.

The woman smiled faintly, her eyes drifting to Dean's shoes, "I don't know." She whispered.

Dean wasn't sure how to respond to that. Should he ask her what's bothering her or just let it be? What if what was bothering her is important? He chose to put it aside for later.

Bad idea.

"You're back for good, right?" The human asked while pushing himself off Baby. He turned around to face the angel as he walked backward toward the motel room, with his hand still holding his side.

Ariel looked up at her human, confused by his arm position but realized that he must be in pain. The question he asked had many answers and none of which was the answer he wanted to hear.  

"We should go inside." She whispered.

"Ariel," Dean said her name quietly, grabbing her full attention. He held up a hand to prevent her from walking any further. "No more secrets."

"Back for good." Ariel lied. She sported a wan smile as she walked past the hunter and into the room.

Sam had been sitting on the bed, sewing up a cut that he must have acquired during the fight.

"Hey," Sam greeted the angel without looking up at her. He was focused on mending his wounds.

Ariel sat next to Sam on the bed and lifted her hand to Sam's arm but he pulled away. She furrowed her brows at his absurd action, mostly confused as to why he would do such a thing.

It was a minor wound, Why did he reject her help?

Dean entered the room shortly after Ariel, a sour look on his face as he couldn't determine if his angel's reaction to his question was a genuine one. He knew for sure something was different about her but he was so happy she was alive.

It was for the best if he just put his suspicions aside.

The surly hunter snatched a bottle of alcohol sitting on the desk and made his way to the bathroom.

Sam finally made eye contact with the angel and pulled his lips into a tight line, debating whether or not he should be honest. He chose the former; honesty right now could wait.

"You need to save your grace." The giant groaned as he felt a sharp pain shoot through his arm. "Maybe Dean needs help." He groaned through clenched teeth as he resumed sewing up his cut.

"Right..." Ariel murmured as she turned her attention to the short-haired male that was hunkered over the bathroom sink with his left arm still at a bent angle. It was obvious he was hurt and when she used her abilities to search his bodies for injuries, his shoulder was dislocated and he had a few bruises.

Dean straightened and caught a glimpse of Ariel in the mirror; their eyes met for a brief moment before he closed the door and returned to whatever it was he was doing in the bathroom. He turned the faucet on and snatched a cup from the counter. Once the cup was filled with warm water, he took a big sip and held it in his mouth then spat it out.

All he could think about was Ariel lying straight to his face. He told her no more secrets and she lied to his face.

A soft flutter of wings was heard but not comprehended. Ariel stood behind Dean, waiting for him to turn around and acknowledge her presence. The hunter turned his body only slightly, seeing Ariel's piercing blue eyes in the mirror and nearly leaping out of his skin.

"I told you- you can't just do that-" Dean grumbled. "I could have been pooping- or- or y' know human stuff." As he spoke he took a few swigs of the alcohol, building up the courage to face her after the serious conversation outside.

The corner of Ariel's lips turned up into a lopsided grin, "I had a feeling that you weren't," She nodded toward his hurt shoulder and raised her hand, "Let me, I can tell you're hurt."  

Dean raised a brow at the angel and glanced down at his shoulder. "I forgot about that- Look, Sam...He can just set it back." The bruised man slowly stepped away from Ariel but was stopped by her grace pulling him back to her.

"You've been avoiding me since the car...Was it something I said?" The archangel placed a soft hand on Dean's injured shoulder causing him to wince. She slowly ran her hands over the ripples on his clothed chest and pushed the overshirt off of his body.

"I regret not telling you about the seal..." Ariel mumbled with an alluring gaze.

The righteous man clutched the bottleneck in his hand, staring at the angel with hooded eyes, a line appearing between his brows when she mentioned the last seal. Unsure if he should let her continue but curious to see where it might lead, he watched her carefully.

Dean shook his head, "You lied to me. I said, no more secrets." He whispered.

The doleful man went to take another swig of the whiskey but when he raised his hand, the bottle was gone from his hand, now sitting on the counter.

"Hey, maybe I wanted that..." He whined.

Ariel paid no mind to his burning gaze, she continued to peel the overshirt from his body and smiled furtively when it hit the floor.

There was a loud popping sound as she set his shoulder back into place. Her sudden movements earned a loud grunt and a hand swat from the human.

Dean groaned, "Fuck,"  As he rotated his shoulder to make sure that it was working as intended. "That doesn't make us square- I'm still upset." He pointed his finger at Ariel who donned a complacent smile.

"Dean, I didn't mean to lie to you..." Ariel whispered as she fingered the hem of his sleeve, tracing her thumb over the raised skin. With closed eyes, she admitted why she lied, "I am just scared."

The hunter eyed the worried angel, "We weren't gonna make fun of you for being scared. Hell- I'm scared too, never know what's gonna do me in..." His words trailed off as he didn't want to become frustrated with her. He took a deep breath.

"Just- no more secrets or lies." Dean asserted

"No more..." Ariel murmured as she opened her eyes and locked gazes with him.

Silence filled the room as Dean contemplated whether she was being truthful. He assumed she was being completely honest. He chose not to verbally respond, he nodded.

Ariel smiled warmly at the human.

Sadness clouded Dean's features as he thought about how sweet Ariel was to him. She was patient and never once lost her temper because of his stupidity. And what did Dean do in return? He yelled at her, pushed her away and sometimes on his good days he would accept her love and affection with open arms.

He didn't deserve her.

"Why did you fall from Heaven for me?" Self-hatred reeked from Dean's being.

It wasn't uncommon for Dean to repeatedly ask this, he did every so often they were alone and every time Ariel would reassure him.

She started, "You're strong," Ariel kissed his jawline.

Ariel gave him a small kiss on his cheek, "You're caring."

Dean furrowed his brows deeper each time she presented him with a kiss. He let his arm fall to his side and averted his gaze to their reflection in the bathroom mirror.

There was a beat.

The archangel raised both hands to the human's face and cupped his cheeks, lowering his head so he could see that she meant every word. She searched Dean's eyes for permission and saw no hesitation.

Holding her breath as she inched closer to his lips, Ariel pressed her lips against Dean's but the gesture was not returned.

Dean's jaw tightened as he locked eyes with the red-head. "What I did- I practically gave up...I don't deserve this- ...You." He shook his head as he couldn't fathom that someone, as broken as him, deserved love too. The human shut his eyes.

"Just stop for a minute," Ariel breathed while gripping his shoulder. "Look at me," She cooed.

Dean swallowed hard and gazed at the angel with hooded eyes. The look was indecipherable.

"You don't give up without putting up a good fight," Ariel lifted her right hand to his chin and tilted his head down further, to get a good look at his emerald eyes.

Ariel closed the space between them, "You're a good man, Dean Winchester." She breathed. The angel set her hand on his chest, massaging the left pec, where his heart would be.

***

His movements weren't very sudden. Dean brought a hand to the side of Ariel's face and sensually devoured his angel. Letting his hands fall to her shoulders, he slowly peeled off her heavy trench coat. 

It made a thud as it hit the floor.

Ariel gradually returned his touches, wrapping her hand around the hunter's neck and tugging him downward. Her chest fluctuated as Dean's hands traveled down her body and landed on her hips.

The hunter dug his nails into her bare hips and lifted her from the ground. It prompted Ariel to wrap her legs around the hunter before he shoved her against the bathroom door; Her head hit the door but she couldn't care less.

Dean kept her pinned with his hips pressed to her center.  He lifted his hands to her head and squeezed it tightly as he slipped his tongue into her mouth.

Somewhere in between the vociferous caresses and heavy panting, Dean moaned, "Fuck."

As the kisses grew more intense, Ariel's vessel began reacting accordingly. She had never experienced something so passionate, her mind went in a complete spiral. Heat pooled between her legs followed by her stomach tightening.

Dean nudged her head to the side before burying his into her neck. He ran his tongue over his lips as he took in her scent. The aroused man planted soft kisses across her collar bone, running his hands down the curves of her body and stopping at her hips.

Ariel involuntarily bucked her hips, her vessel craving friction of any kind. She clutched his shoulders, her hand fitting over the raised handprint she left.

The hunter smirked her at neediness. He pressed the forming bulge in his jeans onto her denim-clad center, grinding his hips upward. Dean's head shot up once an audible moan erupted from Ariel's throat.

***

There was a loud knock at the door, startling Dean.

"Hey, uh...I'm still here and we still have to find Anna." A disembodied voice came from the next room. The two aroused lovers almost forgot about Sam.

Dean shut his eyes. "Damnit," He mouthed and lifted his head up to help project his voice. He cleared his throat, "Right, we'll be out- just- just give us a minute."

The hunter glanced down at the woman he had pinned to the door and gave her a sheepish smile.

There was shuffling heard behind the bathroom door before it opened to reveal a disheveled Dean and a wild-haired Ariel. Sam observed the angel, a flush creeping up his face as he noticed her lust blown pupils and puffed lips.

Ariel glanced between the boys with red cheeks.  She whispered, "Something's wrong with my vessel..." And glanced down at her lower abdomen and pelvic area.

Sam raised a brow at the angel, confused at her statement but then realized what was wrong and burst into a fit of laughter.

Dean stared at Ariel with wide eyes but glared at Sam when he started laughing. "It's not funny, Sam."

"I mean, you gotta admit it's pretty funny. You think 'cause they sit up there all day watching us, they'd learn a thing or two about our bodies." Sam laughed. The smile fell quickly from his face once he noticed that Ariel was not amused and neither was Dean.

Ariel's eyes bounced between the laughing psychic and the peeved older brother. She didn't understand what was funny but just chose to leave it alone. "Do you still have the demon-killing knife?" She smoothed down her trench coat.

Sam returned to his position, and let out a heavy sigh. "No. Uh, I lost it saving Dean's ass." He panted while rolling down his bloodied sleeve and peering over his shoulder. "Who the hell was that demon?"  He asked his brother with an agonized grimace.

Dean glanced at Ariel for a brief moment and then looked down at Sam and shook his head. "No one good."

There was a long pause as Dean thought about Alastair being topside. He glanced up to the ceiling and then at Sam's bloody arm. "We got to find Anna."

"Ruby's got her. I'm sure she's okay." Sam turned his body to face Dean, avoiding any eye contact with his angel companion. He felt ashamed to say Ruby's name in the presence of Ariel. She never wanted Sam to go down this path yet he hadn't listened.

Ariel sat silently on the bureau, tapping her fingers on the wood to a song in her head. She halted all movements when she heard Ruby's name; She honestly forgot that Ruby had been in the church attic when she descended to earth.

"You're speaking with Ruby again?" The red-head queried, really hoping it wasn't true but she should have known that in the month she was gone, Sam must have fallen down the wrong path.

The tension in the air grew thick as Sam dreaded this question and Dean wasn't going to help him either. He could feel her soft cerulean eyes boring holes into the back of his head.

"Sam?" Ariel murmured, pushing herself to her feet and walking over to where Dean stood so Sam could properly see her. "I'm not mad...just disappointed. I told you Ruby is bad news."

It was obvious that he had spoken to Ruby but it was Ruby that gave them the tip that Anna was being hunted. The giant clasped his hands together and twiddled his thumbs as he wasn't sure how to respond. He decided that Ariel needed to stop discriminating.

"Is it 'cause she's a demon? 'Cause that's pretty discriminatory of you. Just because you're an angel doesn't mean you have some kind of leverage. You could be manipulating Dean for all we know." Sam responded out of anger, mostly because he was tired of people accusing Ruby of manipulating him.

After Ariel came back she had been giving off a weird vibe and he wasn't sure what was wrong but whatever it was, he didn't want Dean anywhere near it.

Dean stepped to his brother and held out a signal for Sam to stop. "How about you take it easy. She saved our lives." He glanced back at Ariel who had stilled after he called essentially called her a liar.

It was unlike Sam to have snapped at Ariel because of a Demon but it was clear that Ruby meant more to Sam than his own soul and that bothered Ariel.

The red-head nodded slowly, "No, it's okay."  She flashed the two humans a dispirited smile. "I'm sorry, you're right- 'cause not all demons are bad, right? " Ariel thumbed the hem of her sleeves as she decided whether or not to go further into the scolding session.

The angel slowly backed away from the seated hunter. "Because Hell is definitely a place where good-hearted people go." The words dripped from her lips like poison, and Ariel didn't give a damn if she offended the human.

"I lost everything for you, and if you gave it all up to a Demon, then my death means nothing in the end." As she finished her statement, she folded her arms over her chest and turned to leave.

"Let's just stop before we all say something we don't mean." Dean stepped between her and the door, gently nudging Ariel back against the dresser. He gave her a stern look and then pivoted on his heel to face his brother. "You sure about Ruby? 'Cause I think it's likely she used us to find radio girl and then brought that demon in to kill us."

"No," Sam retreated back to his original veiled state, reaching for the motel towel and holding it to his injured arm. He was angry, furious that no one trusted his decisions. Who cared if Ariel was an archangel...it was clear something was wrong with the angels so Sam shoved the ginger into that category.

"She took Anna to keep her safe." He finished.

Ariel sat on the edge of the desk, tapping her fingers against the wood. It was clear that she didn't want to stay to see where this conversation was heading. Sam was more patient with Dean than her and she was starting to believe that maybe Sam doesn't like her anymore.

Dean blocked Ariel from Sam's sight, to create less of a problem if Ariel had any facial reactions to the topic. "Well, why hasn't she called to tell us where she is?" The older brother trudged across the room and rummaged through a bag to retrieve a new overshirt since the other one was covered in blood.

"Because," Sam started with a peeved tone. "That Demon is probably watching us right now, waiting to follow us right back to Anna again. That's why he let us go."  He placed more pressure on the towel he was holding and glanced over at Ariel whose eyes were fixed on his body.

Sam raised a brow, mostly confused as to why she was staring at him like that. A part of him felt guilty for treating her the way he did but she inexplicably came back from the dead and is not acting strange. To him, it felt like she was hiding something but ultimately she was depressed and trying her best not to break down at any minute.

The weight of everything fell down on her shoulders and there was no vessel inhabitant to tell her that it'd be okay or a voice commentating over everything she did. Ariel somehow felt comfort from that but now she was actually alone and it was an unsettling feeling. The vessel worked as intended but she felt horrible that Camille had to die. She promised to keep her safe.

Dean rotated his shoulders as he slipped into his new shirt. The green-eyed hunter chuckled, "You call this letting us go?" He rubbed the newly set shoulder, there was still a faint stabbing pain. This prompted Dean to search for the icepack and place it on his shoulder.

Ariel observed this action, tempted to get up and heal him but she realized that she doesn't have that much grace to go around healing at every whim. Her eyes set on the tall man as he responded with slight anger. Everything about him just seemed angry.

"Yeah, I do." Sam chortled, "Killing us would've been no problem to that thing. If Ariel hadn't shown up who knows what might've happened." He turned his body to finally face the red-head. Sam never had any problems with outwardly apologizing but Ariel just went on a limb and assumed this was his way of apologizing.

"That's why, for now, we just gotta lay low and wait for Ruby to contact us" It was like opening up to Ariel had changed his mood completely. Sam was overcome with a sense of comfort and ease.

Ariel inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly at that response. It was annoying at how much he trusted a demon. A demon of all things in the supernatural world. She could accept a shapeshifter, a vampire, a werewolf but a demon?

It was clear they were to not be trusted from the get-go yet he chose one over his own family and best friend.

"How will she contact us?" The ginger pried.

Sam took in a considerable amount of air before deciding to not open that can of worms. "You're the angel."

Dean stalked into the room with the bottle of whiskey from earlier and set it down on the small table with a loud clank. He set down two glasses and peered over his shoulder at Ariel who had her eyes still set on his brother. It was like she was studying him, or maybe his soul. Whatever she was doing, she seemed focused.

"Red," Dean addressed the archangel, sliding a glass over to the other chair opposite of his. "Do angels drink?"

The question was random but appreciated. Ariel felt like she might have gone crazy the longer she stared at Sam's ever-changing soul. "Um, our vessels can but it takes a great amount for us to 'feel' it."

Dean looked upward at the ceiling and smirked at the thought of a drunk angel. "Wanna try?" He asked as he gripped the bottleneck and pour a half-cup of whiskey. After he was done pouring her a decent amount, he poured his own glass and took a seat.

Sam watched the exchange, a bit confused by the sudden change of topic. He raised a brow at his brother's question, wondering if Dean was trying to get Ariel drunk but then realized it was to get her off his back. He hadn't noticed her staring holes into him until he looked up at her.

"So, why do you trust her so much?" Dean queried.

There it was. The question again.

FINAL PART

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