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k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9 · 1 year

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ℌ𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔯𝔞𝔦𝔰𝔢𝔯 (յգՑԴ) 𝔟𝔢𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔠𝔢𝔫𝔢𝔰 𝔡𝔦𝔯𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔟𝔶 ℭ𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔅𝔞𝔯𝔨𝔢𝔯

#Hellraiser (1987)#Hellraiser #1987 #80's #80s #photography #british supernatural horror movies #classic horror movies #doug bradley #cenobite #cenobites #ashley lawrence #butterball #the female #pinhead #behind the scene photo #behind the scenes #clive barker

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moviesandmania · 17 days

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NIGHT OF THE DEMON (1957) Reviews of horror classic - Watch US version free on YouTube

‘Hell on Earth! Scenes of terror never before imagined!’ Night of the Demon is a 1957 British horror film directed by French-born Jacques Tourneur (Cat People; The Leopard Man; I Walked with a Zombie), starring Dana Andrews (The Frozen Dead), Peggy Cummins, Niall MacGinnis and Maurice Denham. The bombastic soundtrack score was composed by Clifton Parker. An adaptation of the M. R. James’ 1911…

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#1957 #British #Curse of the Demon #Dana Andrews #free on Plex #free on YouTube #free online #Jacques Tourneur #movie film #Niall MacGinnis #Night of the Demon #Peggy Cummins #supernatural horror

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glennk56 · 1 month

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William Hootkins in the 2000s

In 2001 William Hootkins worked with Director Peter Chelsom for the third time in the comedy Town & Country starring Warren Beatty and Diane Keaton.

He also appeared in vampire movie The Breed in 2001.

In January 2002, he appeared in TV Movie The Magnificent Ambersons.

These photos are from the Screening of The Magnificent Ambersons. Notice the difference in height between William Hootkins and James Cromwell. Hootkins was a foot shorter. 5'7" vs 6'7".

In 2004 Hootkins was in Blessed, a supernatural Horror Thriller starring Heather Graham. Filmed in Romania, November 2003.

William Hootkins was in an episode of The West Wing as a translator. Hootkins learned Mandarin at Princeton University and that is what most likely got him this job but he was never shown speaking Mandarin or even got a close-up. This episode was shown in December 2004, one month before he was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. I don't know when it was filmed but he must've been dealing with symptoms (pain, jaundice, worsening diabetes) at the time.

William Hootkins made 3 appearances on film in 2005. He was diagnosed with Pancreatic Cancer in January and passed away in October. There was the comedy film Dear Wendy that was shown at the Sundance Film Festival in January 2005 but it was filmed in late 2003. There was an episode of Absolute Power starring Stephen Fry that aired in August 2005. I don't have photos of these two. The last credit is from Colour Me Kubrick (photos above) which was shown in France at the Dinard Festival of British Cinema in October 2005, however this was filmed in early 2004. So his last appearance on film was either on the TV shows The West Wing or Absolute Power.

In 2003, William Hootkins played Alfred Hitchcock in Hitchcock Blonde in the London Theatre to great acclaim. Hootkins worked hard for this role learning Hitchcock's mannerisms and accent. There were plans to bring the production to Broadway in 2005 where he would've been eligible to win a Tony Award. This never happened once he was diagnosed with Cancer.

#William Hootkins #sexy fat actor #actor born in us and living in uk #2000s

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griseldagimpel · 2 months

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Media Recommendations for Harry Potter Fans

Alright. So you’re a Harry Potter fan. You’re a Harry Potter fan because you love Harry Potter and you love the community you’ve built with your fellow fans, but J. K. Rowling is using her vast fortune to harm people and she says asinine shit about how anyone who likes Harry Potter agrees with her transphobia, and you know that’s not true, but maybe you’re wondering if there’s a different fandom you and your friends could go to, where if nothing else the creator isn’t using a massive platform and massive amounts of money to harm transgender people. This is a guide for you.

You really wish you could have a Harry Potter that’s just not Harry Potter. You want a magical school and aerial sports games and fighting a tyrant and the equivalent of Hogwarts Houses.

Check out The Owl House. It’s about a girl named Luz who wanders into another world and attends a magic school.

You can watch it on YouTube: Link.

You like the idea of a modern-ish fantasy book series (British, pre-Smart Phone technology age) with a big, rambling world to play around in.

Check out The Chronicles of Chestomanci by Diana Wynne Jones. It’s set across a multiverse and follows the lives and trials of young magicians.

Start with Charmed Life, which can be purchased on Amazon: Link.

You want a fantasy series with chosen ones, suffering, and sacrifice where anyone can die. Also, you like magical animal companions.

Check out The Last Herald Mage Trilogy by Mercedes Lackey, which is part of the broader Valdemar series. It’s about the life of Valdemar’s greatest – and last – Herald-mage.

You can find it on Amazon: Link.

You love Harry Potter for the mysteries. You’d be fine with something for a bit of an older demographic, and you love supernatural horror and angst. You want to see the protagonist go through it. But you’d also love it if there was something akin to the Hogwarts Houses that you could define yourself by.

Check out The Locked Tomb series by Tamsyn Muir or The Magnus Archives. The Locked Tomb series is science-fantasy set in the far-flung future and has necromancy. The Magnus Archives is a podcast about an institute in London that takes down statements from people who have had encounters with the paranormal.

The Locked Tomb series begins with Gideon the Ninth: Link.

The Magnus Archives can be listened to on YouTube: Link.

Your favorite part of the Harry Potter series is the wizarding war, and your favorite house is Slytherin.

Check out The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation by Mo Xiang Tong Xiu. It’s about a necromancer who’s been resurrected. The necromancer in question is like 95% brat-turned-cool-uncle and 5% evil-necromancer.

The volumes are numbered and can be found on Amazon: Link.

There is also an adaptation entitled The Untamed that I have not watched yet, but it can be found on Netflix.

You really enjoy the social satire aspect of Harry Potter and think Hermione was right about House Elf liberation. Also, you’re okay with science fiction instead of fantasy.

Check out The Murderbot Diaries by Martha Wells. It’s about an enslaved cyborg finding freedom, making friends, and healing from trauma.

The first book is All Systems Red: Link.

You like Harry Potter because it’s comfort media. Life is rough, and you want a piece of media that’s engaging but gentle.

Check out the podcast Welcome to Night Vale. It’s presented as the community radio broadcast out of a small, deeply weird town in the American southwest.

You can listen to it on YouTube: Link.

If you want something in print form, there’s The Lord of the Rings: Link.

If you like movies, there’s Jupiter Ascending: Link.

Don’t hesitate to ask if you want more information (such as content warnings) for any of the above.

#harry potter #long post #book recommendations #movie recommendation #podcast recommendations #television recomendations #media recommendations

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cantsayidont · 5 months

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Recentish movies of note, or not:

BOTTOMS: Ridiculous "teen" comedy about two gay high school losers, PJ (Rachel Sennott, who also co-wrote with director Emma Seligman) and Josie (Ayo Edebiri), who seize on a rumor about their having been in juvenile detention to start an after-school "self-defense club," in the hope that introducing the school's hottest cheerleaders to the cathartic thrill of girls beating the shit out of each other will finally give these hopeless (and ho-less) virgins a chance to score. So silly that complaining about the stupidity of the plot seems a tad churlish, but the story misses some obvious comedic opportunities, and despite the premise, the film eventually becomes far more interested in cartoonish violence than sex. If you dig the overall vibe, you might not care, but as a gay teen sex comedy, it's ultimately less successful (and less outrageous) than BOOKSMART, even though only one of the latter film's teen loser heroines is gay.

DO REVENGE: Black comedy homage to the teen comedies of the '90s and early '00s, inspired in part by the 1951 movie version of STRANGERS ON A TRAIN, about a disgraced prep school popular girl, Drea (Camila Mendes), who joins forces with gay weirdo Eleanor (Maya Hawke) to avenge herself on her former friends and find out who leaked her sex tape — a plan that involves giving Eleanor a makeover so she can infiltrate the popular kids. Hawke is a delight, Mendes is very good, and the homoerotic tension of their odd relationship makes the movie fun for a while, especially if you appreciate the many self-conscious homages to prior teen movies. However, a major reveal late in the second act makes hash of the already sloppy plot, and the finale is both nonsensical and as antisemitic as STRANGERS ON A TRAIN author Patricia Highsmith, which leaves a sour aftertaste.

IT'S A WONDERFUL KNIFE: Bizarre slasher movie pastiche of IT'S A WONDERFUL LIFE, about a teenage girl named Winnie Carruthers (Jane Widdop of YELLOWJACKETS), who kills the masked serial killer who's been terrorizing the small town of Angel Falls and murdered her best friend (Hana Huggins) at Christmastime. A year later, everyone in town seems to have gotten over it except Winnie, who's miserable. On Christmas Eve, she's magically transported into an alternate timeline where she was never born and the masked slasher has continued murdering people, including Winnie's brother (Aiden Howard). To set things right, Winnie has to stop the villain all over again with the help of Bernie Simon (Jess McLeod), the town outcast and the only one who believes her story. Not scary, gruesome, or suspenseful enough to be much of a horror movie, but there are enough grisly murders to make the comedic holiday fantasy aspects seem a trifle sociopathic, and a late reveal that the killer has supernatural powers beyond just stabbing or slashing people feels like one ingredient too many in an already convoluted plot. The main redeeming feature is that it's ultimately a gay love story, which I wasn't expecting, but appreciated nonetheless.

THE KILL ROOM: Uma Thurman, Samuel L. Jackson, Joe Manganiello, and Maya Hawke go slumming in this dumb black comedy about a handsome hitman named Reggie (Manganiello) who becomes the sensation of the art world after his mob intermediary (Jackson) concocts a scheme to launder Reggie's payments by selling his abstract paintings (under the nom de plume "the Bagman") through a burned-out, Adderall-snorting art dealer (Thurman). Intended satire of the cutthroat vacuity of the art world lacks bite and no part of the plot makes any sense, but sheer star power gets the movie through about half its 80-minute running time before the banality becomes terminal.

POLITE SOCIETY: Silly British action-comedy by Nida Manzoor (creator of WE ARE LADY PARTS) about Ria Khan (Priya Kansara, delightful), a Pakistani teenager who aspires to be a stuntwoman, and her quest to save her flaky art student older sister Lena (Ritu Arya, radiant) from marrying a handsome doctor (Ashay Khanna) who seems a little too good to be true. It looks great, and the characters are very charming, but the story waits much too long to clarify the stakes of the plot: Until the finale, we don't know if Lena is actually in any danger or if Ria is just letting her imagination run away with her, and that uncertainty becomes an unwelcome distraction in the later action sequences. As a result, it feels more like an update of the John Hughes perennial SIXTEEN CANDLES than the over-the-top action movie it obviously aspires to be.

SHIVA BABY: Low-key but vivid comedy of manners, written and directed by Emma Seligman, starring Rachel Sennott as Danielle, a bisexual 20something Jewish girl who secretly pays her bills as a sugar baby. When she goes with her parents (Fred Melamed and Polly Draper) to a shiva, she finds herself trapped with not only her most annoying relatives, but also her disgruntled ex-girlfriend (Molly Gordon), her current sugar daddy (Danny Deferrari), his gorgeous blond wife (Dianna Agron), and their new baby. Seligman milks every awkward nuance of this uncomfortable social situation for maximum dramatic effect, and the tension of the final scene (which is nothing more complicated than the characters trying to squeeze into the back of Danielle's father's minivan) will drive you right up the wall.

VOLEUSES (WINGWOMEN): Is it really possible for a 40-year-old Frenchwoman living in the 21st century to not know that lesbians exist? One wouldn't think so, but watching this jokey buddy-action movie suggests that director/co-writer/star Mélanie Laurent desperately needs some kind of educational intervention in that regard. This is for all intents and purposes a lesbian romance: Master thieves Carole (Laurent) and Alex (Adèle Exarchopoulos) live together, routinely sleep in the same bed, and plan to retire together; they constantly express their love and affection for one another, and when Carole discovers that she's pregnant (the hows of which are never explained), Alex immediately assumes that they'll be moms together. Nonetheless, the story not only attempts to no-homo this cozy domestic scenario, but also presumes that there's no way Carole and Alex's relationship could ever be the de facto marriage it obviously already is — indeed, a crucial story moment involves Carole tearfully wishing she were a man so she could love Alex the way she deserves! If the movie had been made 50+ years ago, this might be poignant, but in 2023, it's just weird, and the resulting cognitive dissonance largely overshadows the thin plot, which concerns Carole and Alex trying to persuade their bitchy, cheerfully murderous employer Marraine (Isabelle Adjani, barely recognizable beneath her big hair and oversized sunglasses) to let them retire, while training a younger woman named Sam (Manon Bresch) to become their driver and the ambiguously defined third in their domestic ménage à trois.

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coffeewritesfiction · 18 days

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Welcome to Coffee Writes Fiction!

A Little About Me:

Hello! My name is Coffee, or Jason if you rather. I’m 32yo as of writing, he/him, living on the East Coast about 30 minutes from the ocean. I love cats, coffee and tea, roleplaying, horror games, researching whatever grabs my attention, vintage/nostalgia/kitsch, pretty photos, and a lot more.

This blog is both a place to dump my personal projects [both original and fanfiction] and a source of knowledge and inspiration for my followers! In addition to writing-related posts, you may see art, science, history, queer subjects, BIPOC topics, current events [within reason], poetry, inspirational quotes, really whatever seems like it would help or inspire someone, I’ll reblog here. There will also occasionally be reblogs from other tumblr users who need help, mostly financial. Hell, sometimes I even need help. It’s not easy being disabled in this era…

What I Write:

My fiction is dark, always has been. Most of my protagonists are trans men, because I write what I want to see. I apply content warnings where needed and I can think of them but please let me know if I miss something.

Here’s a list of my current WIPs

Farewell Vesperos: Book 1 of the gothic fantasy Runner Owen series. In a Victorian inspired world of eternal night, detective for hire Owen Rosedown must unravel the mystery of the destroyed Vesperos family and its missing heir before a killer strikes again. Series features ghosts, evil vampires, dangerous princes, and a gay villainous love triangle.

Hollywood’s Prince [working title]: Erotic Runner Owen standalone spinoff/au set in a fantasy 1950s Hollywood. While investigating a string of thefts, B-movie actor and amateur sleuth Owen discovers Hollywood’s favorite leading man, the tall dark and handsome Aurum, is a vampire. Concept still in development.

Lionheart: Concept under development but it's gonna be gay as hell. With unicorns that are tattooed punk assholes when human. And a 35+ year old protagonist.

Pharaoh Syndicate Investigations: my Cthulhu Mythos project! Features characters borrowed from my friends, with permission. Full summary tbd

Which Image: fanfiction for the super obscure retro-style horror/adventure video game series the Chzo Mythos. No familiarity needed. British gentleman thief turned supernatural government agent Trilby saves the life of a young American woman. It's just an average day for him. He has no idea everything in his life will be turned upside down within hours. Two stories out of ??? written.

[Some of] My Other Blogs:

@afterdarkwithcoffee : the 18+ original fiction and general adult content blog. No minors!

@runner-owen : a blog dedicated to my Runner Owen series and its spinoffs. Contains aesthetic images, reference material, and actual stuff I've written

Everywhere Else I Am:

Bluesky (trying to remember to use it)

Buttondown (ditto)

Tip Jar:

Kofi

Cashapp

Great to meet you! I hope you find something to enjoy here! ❤️

#writeblr #writeblr community #writeblr intro #intro post #from coffee #long post

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k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9 · 1 month

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ℌ𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔯𝔞𝔦𝔰𝔢𝔯 (յգՑԴ) 𝔴𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔫 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔡𝔦𝔯𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔟𝔶 ℭ𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔅𝔞𝔯𝔨𝔢𝔯

#Hellraiser (1987)#1987 #80s #British supernatural horror film #supernatural horror film #clive barker #classic horror movies #cube #text #quotes

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horror-aesthete · 5 months

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The Others, 2001, dir. Alejandro Amenábar

#horror aesthetic #horror movies #2000s horror #spanish horror #british horror #supernatural horror #haunted houses

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moviesandmania · 3 months

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INHERIT THE WITCH (2023) British family horror - preview with trailer

‘Evil runs in the family’ Inherit the Witch is a 2023 horror film about a family that discovers their occult pact with an ancient evil. Written, directed by and starring Cradeaux Alexander. The movie also stars producer Rohan Quine plus Heather Cairns, Christopher Sherwood, Imogen Smith, Elizabeth Arends, Max Dimitrov, Hugo Wilkinson, Graham Pountney, Fergus Foster, Michelle Hudson, Maddie Crofts…

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#2023 #British #Christopher Sherwood #Cradeaux Alexander #Elizabeth Arends #Heather Cairns #Imogen Smith #Inherit the Witch #movie film #preview #Rohan Quine #supernatural horror #trailer

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courtneysmovieblog · 3 months

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Trailer Bowl LVIII

Fine, not all these trailers were from the Super Bowl, but they came out this past month, so might as well take care of all of them:

Immaculate: Nun gets supernaturally pregnant with a demon. Yikes.

Road House (remake): Sorry Jake Gyllenhaal, you're not Patrick Swayze.

Ricky Stanicky: Zac Efron and his buddies hire John Cena to pose as the imaginary friend they made up to get away from their wives and families for the past 20 years. Oh, this better end with one of the friends getting divorced when the jig is up, but knowing it's a Farrelly Brothers movie, I doubt it.

Monkey Man: Dev Patel gets to be a vigilante, and it looks AWESOME.

Despicable Me 4: Gru has a baby now. And we get Will Ferrell as the bad guy.

Tarot: Yup, tarot cards get a horror movie now. Makes sense.

The Ministry of Ungentlemanly Warfare: True (albeit very fictionalized) story about British spies fighting Nazis. Hey, one of them is Henry Cavill, I'm game.

A Quiet Place Day One: Prequel where everyone learns that sound=death by aliens. Somehow, it doesn't feel the same. We already KNOW what happened...

Twisters: A sequel? Really? I heard about it, but I still can't really believe it, because it seems so unnecessary.

Wicked: I don't care if it's all green screen and split in half, I'm still excited for this. And Cynthia's "Defying Gravity" riff sounds fine, you're all just mean.

Deadpool and Wolverine: Darn, I was really hoping for "Deadpool and Friends" for the Garfield reference and to rip on Pratt's Garfield. But oh well, it looks like the MCU is going to get skewered nonetheless. Happy day!

#super bowl #trailers #deadpool 3 #prequels #scary movies #remakes #wicked #deadpool and wolverine

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popentertainment-moviereviews · 6 months

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DRACULA, A COMEDY OF TERRORS

Starring Jordan Boatman, Arnie Burton, James Daly, Ellen Harvey and Andrew Keenan-Bolger.

Written by Gordon Greenberg and Steve Rosen.

Directed by Gordon Greenberg.

Playing at New World Stages – Stage 5 – 340 West 50th Street – New York. Run: Through January 7th, 2024.

A New Live Production, Dracula, A Comedy of Terrors, Reveals A High Camp Side to this Story of The Undead Count

One thing you can count on every Halloween is an appearance of Dracula or, at least, some form of a vampire added to the mix. That could mean a re-run of the many classic films with the undead count such as Universal’s original version of Dracula (with Bela Lugosi) or Hammer’s The Horror of Dracula (with Christopher Lee). But this scary season doesn't necessarily require an appearance of the original bloodsucker himself. It could include some resurrection of his character in a movie, play or live visual presentation in some haunted house.

In 1897, when Irish author Bram Stoker published his long-wrought novel Dracula for just six shillings, he didn’t realize that he’d created one of the most iconic figures of all time. Though this story of an aristocratic, undead mastermind was popular in its day, little did Stoker know that his blood-drinking, soulless monster of the night would become the source of countless permutations, reinterpretations, and re-examinations of this creature and its implications. There’s even a Bram Stoker Festival in Dublin which celebrates the Gothic, the supernatural, the after-dark and Victorian as well as the Count himself.

Of course, along with Stoker’s horror classic, the inevitable humorous satires, parodies, and various send ups cropped up. From a tale of the ageless Count needing to leave his ancient homeland to resettle in England to tap fresh blood, the original gothic narrative has often been revised with sometimes hilarious results.

Now, through Dracula, A Comedy of Terrors, this battle with the master of the undead receives an outlandish rethink. Enabled by a compact, five-person cast – Jordan Boatman, Arnie Burton, James Daly, Ellen Harvey, and Andrew Keenan-Bolger – this rapid-fire comedic reimagining of this archetypal tale garners guffaws and lots of snickering.

Taking off from the original’s classic characters, they’re transformed into these versions: sweet Lucy Westfeldt, vampire hunter Jean Van Helsing, insect consumer Percy Renfield, and behavioral psychiatrist Wallace Westfeldt, among others. Here they find themselves in a faux British country estate which doubles as a free-range mental asylum. With its cast of slapstick, quick change comics who switch roles with the aplomb of fast handed pickpockets, this Dracula not only makes you scream, but it does it with laughter. The show also exposes a fundamental ridiculousness that illustrates just how resilient the original concept is: it can take jabs even at its core of terror and still retain a certain majestic-ness.

Through its compact 90-minute show, elements of goth, camp, and variant sexuality are thrown into a gender-bending, quick-change romp. With all the wacky characters, a pansexual Gen-Z Count Dracula tops the list of existentially challenged characters.

As a buddy of notorious gay Victorian author Oscar Wilde, the actual Stoker was believed to be a closeted gay man in a repressive England, so his novel was rife with suggestive sexuality and gender reversals. Director/co-writers Gordon Greenberg and Steve Rosen’s send-up of this novel is meant to be viewed through a very contemporary lens.

Just as the book transcended other Gothic horror of its day, this comedy rises above being simple holiday fare. Make your way to the Westside’s New World Stages for a comedic jab at the jugular.

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#Dracula A Comedy of Terrors #2023 #Theater Review #Jordan Boatman #Brad Balfour #Youtube

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layce2015 · 11 months

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Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

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"Yeah. Okay. Thanks, Ellen." Sam said into his phone as I look at the wall in my safehouse that we decided to stay in. The wall was covered in maps, hand-written notes and missing posters showing Ava's face.

I sighed as Dean comes into the building, holding a drink carrier with our coffee. "What'd she have to say?" Dean asked Sam. "Oh, she's got nothing. We've been checking every database we can think of—federal, state, and local. No one's heard anything about Ava, she just...into thin air, you know?" Sam said as Dean hands over mine and Sam's cup of coffee.

"What about you?" I asked Dean. "No, same as before. Sorry, guys." Dean said and I look down, sadly. "Ellen did have one thing. A hotel in Cornwall, Connecticut. Two freak accidents in the past three weeks." Sam said. "Yeah? What's that have to do with Ava?" Dean asked as I give Sam a curious look.

"It's a job. I mean, a lady drowned in the bathtub; then a few days ago a guy falls down the stairs, head turns a complete one-eighty. Which isn't exactly normal, you know?" Sam said and Dean gives him a curious look. "Look, I don't know, Dean, it might be nothing, but I told Ellen we'd think about checking it out." Sam said.

"You did?" Dean asked, surprised. "Yeah. You seem surprised." Sam said, curiously. "Well yeah, it's just, you know...not the, uh, patented Sam Winchester way, is it?" Dean said and Sam gives an exasperated look towards him.

"What way is that?" He asked, mildly challenging. "I just figured after Ava there'd be, uh, you know, more angst and droopy music and staring out the rainy windows, and--" Dean said as Sam gives him a look. "Yeah, I'll shut up now." he mutters.

"Look. (Y/n) and I are the ones who told her to go back home. Now her fiancé's dead and some demon has taken her off to God knows where. You know? But we've been looking for a month now, and we've got nothing. So I'm not giving up on her, but I'm not going to let other people die either. We've got to save as many people as we can." Sam said and I give a small smile towards him.

"That was beautiful, Sammy." I said, faking tears. "Yeah, that attitude is just way too healthy for me, and I'm officially uncomfortable now. Thank you." Dean said and Sam ducks his head and laughs while I shake my head, smiling. "All right, call Ellen. Tell her we'll take it." Dean said to Sam and he nods.

We park the Impala in front of the inn, which looked like something out of a horror movie. You know the kind, the ones that look grand and beautiful and creepy all at the same time.

Dean gets out of the driver's side and looks at the building. "Dude, this is sweet. I never get to work jobs like this." Dean said. "Like what?" I asked as Sam and I get out of the car. "Old school haunted houses, you know? Fog, and secret passageways...sissy British accents. Might even run into Fred and Daphne while we're inside." Dean said then he closes his eyes briefly. "Mmm, Daphne. Love her." He said and I shake my head.

As we go up the steps, Sam notices an urn on the side of the porch. "Hey, wait a sec." He said as he inspects it more closely. "I'm not so sure haunted's the problem." Sam said. "What do you mean?" I asked him. "You see this pattern here?" He said as I come up to him and see him tapping at a five-point symbol engraved in the urn.

"That's a quincunx, that's a five-spot." Sam said. "Five-spot." Dean and I said, questioning. "Yeah." Sam replied. "That's used for hoodoo spellwork, isn't it?" I asked and Sam nods. "Right, yeah. You fill this thing with bloodweed and you've got a powerful charm to ward off enemies." Sam explains. "Yeah, except I don't see any bloodweed. Don't you think this place is a little too, uh, whitemeat for hoodoo?" Dean asked and Sam shrugs. "Maybe." He said.

As we enter, looking around at the quiet interior, a woman enters briskly. "May I help you?" She asked us. "Hi, yeah, I'd like a couple rooms for a couple of nights." Dean said to her as Sam and I move in and a little girl darts in front of our legs. "Hey!" The woman shouted at the girl then she turns to me and Sam. "Sorry about that." She said, apologetically.

"No problem." Sam said and I nod. "Yeah, that's fine." I said and the woman looks between us. "Well, um, congratulations, you could be some of our final guests." She said and we give her a curious look. "Well...Sounds vaguely ominous." Dean said. "No, I'm sorry, I mean we're closing at the end of the month." She said then she looks between us.

"So...is it you two or...?" The woman asked as she gestures between Dean and Sam, this makes me chuckle. "No, it's me and him." I said as I take Dean's arm. "These two are brothers and we're just on a cross-country trip together." I said. "Oh. Oh, I'm so sorry. So, one king size and a single for the other room." She said and I nod at her.

"It's okay." I said. "You know, you have a really, really interesting urn on the front porch. Where did you get that?" Sam asked her as Dean pays for the rooms. "Oh, I have no idea, it's been there forever." The woman said as she hands two keys to Dean. "Here you go, Mr. Mahagov." She said. "Thanks." Dean said and the woman dings the bell.

"You two will be staying in room 237. And he will be staying in room 238. Sherwin, could you show these three to their rooms?" The woman said and we turn to see an old, balding man in a black blazer shuffling up behind him.

Sometime later, Sherwin drags Dean's clunking duffel bag behind him, up the steps, as we follow. "I could give you a hand with that bag." Dean said to him. "I got it." Sherwin said. "Okay." Dean said.

"So the hotel's closing up, huh?" Sam asked him. "Yep. Miss Susan tried to make a go of it, but the guests just don't come like they used to. Still, it's a damn shame." He said to us. "Oh yeah?" I asked him. "It may not look it anymore, but this place was a palace. Two different vice-presidents laid their heads on our pillows. My parents worked here, I practically grew up here. Gonna miss it. Here's your room." Sherwin said as he slips the key in the lock and opens the door, handing the key to me as I brush past him.

"And your room is here." Sherwin said as he turns to Sam and leads him into the room next to ours. Dean turns to shut the door and Sherwin comes back to our door, his hand extended expectantly. "You're not gonna...cheap out on me, are you, boy?" He said to Dean and I chuckle as Dean pulls out his wallet.

Later, Sam had come in our room and starts sifting through papers. I help him as Dean paces around the room. "What the—" Dean said, shocked. "What?" Sam asked. "That's normal." Dean said and he gestures to the wall and I look up to see an antique wedding dress displayed on the wall.

"Huh?" I muttered. "Why the hell would anyone stay here? I'm amazed they kept in business this long." Dean said and I shrug.

"All right. Victim number one: Joan Edison, forty three years old, a realtor handling the sale of the hotel; and victim number two was Larry Williams, moving some stuff out to Goodwill." Sam said. "Well, there's a connection: they're both tied up in shutting the place down." Dean said. "Yeah. Maybe somebody here doesn't want to leave, and they're using hoodoo to fight back." I said.

"Who do you think our witch doctor is, that Susan lady?" Dean asked us. "No, doesn't seem likely. I mean, she is the one selling." Sam said and I nodded. "So what then, Sherwin?" Dean asked. "Don't know." Sam and I said as we flip through some more papers.

The boys and I poke around the hallways until I see another urn and picks it up. It too, has a quincunx inscribed. "Hey. Look at that. More hoodoo." I said as I show them the urn.

Then we approach a door marked PRIVATE and Dean knocks and Susan opens the door a moment later. "Hi there." Dean greets. "Hi. Everything okay with your rooms?" She asked us and the boys and I talk over each other.

"Yeah. Yeah, yeah, everything's great. Yeah." We said and she looks between us. "Well, I was, I was just in the middle of packing." She said and Dean looks past her. "Hey! Are those antique dolls?" Dean asked and Sam and I look over to see a shelf full of antique porcelain dolls.

"Because this one..." Dean said as he gestures to me. "...this one here, she's got a major doll collection back home. Dontcha, honey?" Dean said to me and I give a quick look at him before I give a fake smile.

"Big time." I said and Dean chuckles. "Big time. You think she could come — or we could come in and take a look?" Dean asked Susan, who looked a bit uncomfortable. "I don't know..." she said, unsure.

"Please? I mean, she loves them. She's not gonna tell you this, but she's, she's always dressing 'em up in these little tiny outfits and, um, you'd make her day. You--" Dean said he turns to me. "She would, huh?" Dean asked me and I glanced at him again then said. "It's true." I said, giving a fake smile again.

"Okay. Come on in." Susan said as she opens the door wider for us. "All right. All right!" Dean said as he goes and slaps my ass. I turn to him and I raise an eyebrow at him and he shrugs. I give a playful scoff as I turn to face the shelf and look at the dolls.

"Wow. This is a lot of dolls. I mean, they're nice, you know. Not super creepy at all." Dean said and Susan chuckles. "Yeah, I suppose they are a little creepy. But they've been in the family forever. A lot of sentimental value." She said.

"What is this? The hotel?" Sam asked as he points at this very large dollhouse which did look alot like the hotel. "Yeah, that's right. Exact replica, custom built." Susan said as Sam leans down then stands up and holds up a broken doll. "His head got twisted around. What happened to it?" Sam asked.

"Tyler, probably." Susan said as the little girl, from earlier, runs in. "Mommy! Maggie's being mean." Tyler said to Susan. "Tyler, tell her I said to be nice, okay?" She said, in a nice but firm voice.

"Hey Tyler. I see you broke your doll. You want me to fix it?" Sam asked her. "I didn't break it. I found it like that." Tyler replied. "Oh. Well, uh, maybe Maggie did it." I said to her. "No, neither of us did it. Grandma would get mad if we broke 'em." Tyler said. "Tyler, she wouldn't get mad." Susan assured her.

"Grandma?" Dean asked her. "Grandma Rose. These were all her toys." Tyler said. "Oh. Really. Where's Grandma Rose now?" Dean asked. "Up in her room." Tyler replied as I turn to Susan. "You know, I'd, I'd uh, I'd really love to talk to Rose about her incredible doll —" I said when Susan speaks, quickly.

"No. I mean, I'm afraid that's impossible. My mother's been very sick and she's not taking any visitors." She said, quickly.

Moments later, we exit the room and started talking in hushed voices. "Well, what do you think? Dolls, hoodoo, mysterious shut-in grandma?" Dean asked us. "Well, dolls are used in all kinds of voodoo and hoodoo, like curses, and binding spells, and..." Sam said and I nodded. "Yeah, maybe we've found our witch doctor." I said to them.

"All right, (y/n) and I'll see what we can go dig up on boomin' Granny. You go get online, check old obits, freak accidents, that sort of thing, see if she's whacked anybody before." Dean said. "Right." Sam and I said. "Don't go surfing porn -- that's not the kind of whacking I mean." Dean said and Sam rolls his eyes while I give Dean a seriously? look and Sam turns back to the room as Dean and I leave.

After digging around the hotel for alittle while, we make it to the front lobby only to see a coroner vehicle in front of the door. The two of us meet Susan as she comes back in towards the inn. "What happened?" I asked her. "Oh, the maid went in to turn down the sheets and he was just...hanging there." She said.

"That's awful. He was a guest?" Dean asked and she nods. "He worked for the company that bought the place. I don't understand." She said. "What?" Dean and I asked her. "Had a lot of bad luck around here. Look, if you'd like to check out I'll give you a full refund." Susan said and we shake our heads at her.

"No thanks. We don't scare that easy." Dean said to her and she makes a small smile towards us.

Later, Dean and I enter Sam's room to see he was sitting alone in the dark. "There's been another one. Some guy just hung himself in his room." Dean said. "Yeah. I saw." Sam replied, darkly. "We've gotta figure this out, and fast. What'd you find out about Granny?" Dean asked him. "You're the boss." Sam said and Dean and I look at him, surprised.

"What?" Dean and I asked. "You're bossy. And short." Sam said to Dean and he laughs sloppily. "Are you drunk?" I asked him. "Yeah." Sam said, laughing. "So? Stupid." He said and Dean and look around to see several empty bottles on the floor.

"Dude, what are you thinking? We're working a case." Dean said, angrily. "That guy who hung himself. I couldn't save him." Sam said, tearful. "What are you talking about? You didn't know, you couldn't have done anything." I said to him then he shifts his gaze to me.

"That's an excuse, (y/n). I should have found a way to save him. I should have saved Ava too. We should've saved Ava." Sam shouts and Dean approaches him. "Yeah, well, you can't save everyone. Even you said that." Dean said and Sam slams the table.

"No, Dean, you don't understand, all right? The more people I save, the more I can change!" He shouts. "Change what?" Dean asked and Sam leans forward and places his hands to his chest. "My destiny, Dean!" He said. "All right. Time for bed. Come on, Sasquatch." Dean said and we lean over and haul Sam up by the shoulder.

"Come on." I said as I help carrying him to his bed. "I need you to watch out for me, Dean." Sam said. "Yeah. I always do." Dean replied. "No! No, no, no. You have to watch out for me, all right? And for (y/n). And if we ever...turn into something that we're not...you have to kill us." Sam said.

"Sam." Dean said, dismissively, and Sam shoves Dean to face him. "Dean! Dad told you to do it, you have to." Sam exclaims. "Yeah, well, Dad's an ass." Dean said as Sam frowns in confusion. "He never should have said anything. I mean, you don't do that, you don't, you don't lay that kind of crap on your kids." Dean said.

"No. He was right to say it! Who knows what I might become? Even now, everyone around me dies!" Sam said. "Yeah, well, I'm not dying, okay? And neither are you and (y/n). Come on, Sam." Dean said and we push Sam onto the bed but he stays seated. He reaches up and clutches Dean's jacket as Dean's right hand curls in the fabric at Sam's shoulder.

"No, please! Dean, you're the only one who can do it. Promise." Sam pleads. "Don't ask that of me." Dean said. "Dean, please. You have to promise me." Sam said and Dean stares at him then at me before he says. "I promise."

"Thanks." Sam said as he reaches up and grabs Dean's face with both hands. "Thank you. You are..." Sam slurs as I said. "All right. Come on." And Dean bats Sam's hands away and we shove him back on the bed.

Sam falls back, then turns over on his stomach to plant his face in the pillow, hugging it with both arms. Dean rubs a hand over his face and I chuckle then we leave the room.

*3rd Person POV*

"He's gonna have one helluva hangover." (Y/n) said and Dean chuckles. "Yeah, he'll get over it." Dean said and she chuckle a bit before her smile falters. The two stood in silent, both in their own thoughts, as they walk down.

(Y/n)'s mind starts to wander as she starts to think what Sam said about how he was worried about him becoming bad and honestly, she was too. But not only that, she also found out this past month that she had developed a new power.

Not only could she get visions, she could move objects without touching them. Right now, she could only move small objects, she hadn't tried bigger objects or humans. She hadn't told them and now she started to think maybe she should tell Dean. She knows she can trust Dean as much as she trusts Sam; but she feels once she tells Dean about her newly discovered powers, it would make him worry even more. And she didn’t want to burden him with what’s been happening to her.

Dean, however, knew she was holding something back, he could tell on her face that she was in deep thought. And usually when she was in deep thought, she had something on her mind. He was concerned and wanted to know what’s going on but he didn't want to force her to tell him. He trusts her to open up to him when that time comes but something in the back of his mind was eating away at him.

"Something wrong?" Dean asked her, cautiously. "Just thinking." She replied, quickly. "About?" He asked. "About what Sam said..." She said and Dean let's our an exasperated sigh. "Oh brother, don't you start." He growls. "No, no, it’s not like that." She said.

"Well, what is it?" Dean asked her, worried, and she sighs then looks down a bit. "As I was saying before you rudely interrupted me." She said as she gives a pointed look to Dean, who rolled his eyes. "What I meant by when I said I was thinking about what Sam said, was that I was scared..." she admitted and Dean raises an eyebrow.

"Of what?" He asked. "I'm scared of what lies ahead for my destiny, when that time comes. What my powers could do when that happens. I don't know what could happen. I mean what happens if I lost control and I end up hurting innocent people or you or Sam or both of you?" She said as she looks over at him and he gives her a slight frown at this.

"God, just thinking about it makes me feel sick to my stomach. What if there's more to what I think it is. I'm still figuring out what the hell's been happening to me, Dean." She said to him. "What do you mean by that?" Dean asked her and she sighs once again. "I-I...This past month, I found out that I can move objects." She replied and Dean looks st her, shocked.

"I'm sorry, what?" He asked, shocked and confused, then she looks up at him. "Y-You've got a new power?" He asked and she nods. "Seems like it." She said. "And when exactly were you gonna tell us about this little information?" Dean asked, alittle angry but it was more out of fear for her than him being angry.

"Well, I'm telling you now!" She said and Dean scoffs and rolls his eyes. "I was scared, Dean, and I didn't want to burden you with this information. I just...I saw what Max Miller could do and that scares me..." (y/n) said and Dean places a hand on her shoulder and makes her face him. "(Y/n), look...you're not gonna become a monster, alright? We'll figure this out together. I'll protect you and Sam." Dean assured her.

(Y/n) stares at him for a moment and realized, oddly enough, that his words gave her comfort and it calmed her down her nerves. She nods then smiles at Dean. "Thanks, Dean." She said and he nods then the two began to walk again.

Dean and (y/n) go down to the antique, empty bar to see that Sherwin is behind the bar. "Evening, lovebirds." He said and Dean and (y/n) share a glance then they look back at Sherwin as they now remember that they were acting like a couple.

"Evening." Dean said as they go and sit down. "Have a drink." Sherwin said to them. "Yeah, thanks." Dean and (y/n) said and Sherwin pours a drink for the two. "So, poor guy, huh? Killing himself?" Dean said to him. "That kind of thing seems to be going around lately." Sherwin said. "Yeah, yeah, we heard about the other ones. It's almost like this hotel is, uh, cursed or something." (Y/n) said.

"Every hotel has its spilled blood. If people only knew what's gone on in some of those rooms they've checked into." Sherwin said to the two. "You know a lot about the place, don't you?" Dean asked him. "Down to the last nail." Sherwin said. "We'd love to hear some stories." (y/n) said. "Honey, you should never say that to an old man." Sherwin said, smiling.

*(y/n)'s POV*

Sherwin leads me and Dean up the wide staircase, showing us some old framed photographs on the walls. "This is little Miss Susan, and her mother Rose. Happier days." Sherwin said. "They're not happy now?" Dean asked him.

"Well, would you be, leaving the only home you ever knew?" Sherwin said to him, questioning. "I don't know. I never really knew one." Dean said. "Well, this is Rose's home. It's been in the family over a century. Used to be the family estate. And now she gets to live in some senior living graveyard, and they tear this place down." Sherwin explained.

"Yeah, that's too bad." I said and we start down the stairs. "We hear Rose isn't feeling well, either." I said to Sherwin. "No, she isn't." He said.

"What's wrong with her?" Dean asked. "It's not my business to say." Sherwin said. "Oh." Dean and I said, nodding. Then Dean looks at another photo of two little toddlers. "Who's this?" He asked as I look at the photo.

Sherwin picks up a yellowing photograph of a girl sitting on a chair with young black woman; the woman has a quincunx necklace. "That's Rose, when she was a little girl." Sherwin replied. "Who's that with her?" I asked. "That's her nanny, Marie. She looked after Rose more than her own mother." Sherwin said and Dean and I frown in concern as Sherwin replaces the photo.

The next morning, after staying up and doing some more research, Dean and I walk into Sam's room to see him kneeling, miserably, in front of the toilet, his hair hanging in his face. "How you feeling, Sammy?" Dean asked, loudly, after he grins over at Sam, who groans. "I guess mixing whisky and Jäger wasn't such a gangbuster idea, was it?" Dean said as Sam groans again.

"I'll bet you don't remember a thing from last night, do you?" Dean asked, hopeful. "Ohh, I can still taste the tequila." Sam groans and Dean smiles in relief.

"You know, there's a really good hangover remedy -- it's a greasy pork sandwich served up in a dirty ashtray." I said and Sam starts heaving. "Oh, I hate you." He said with a groan as Dean laughs then he and I high-five each other. "I love you, Sammy." I said and he groans.

"Hey, turns out when Grandma Rose was a tyke, she had a Creole nanny who wore a hoodoo necklace." Dean said to Sam. "So you guys think she taught Rose hoodoo?" Sam asked. "Yeah we do." I said. "All right." He said and he stands up. "I think it's time we talked to Rose, then." Sam said as he walks towards the doorway. "Oh. You can brush your teeth first." Dean said, grimacing, and Sam glares at him.

Later, we approach the door marked PRIVATE and I knock on it. "Hello? Susan?" Sam calls out and Dean and I look around furtively. "Clear?" Sam asked us and we nod at him.

Sam kneels before the door and picks the lock. We enter the creepy doll room and go to the door in the back; it's open, and we go through to find a dimly lit staircase. We creep upstairs and to the end of another hallway, into a small room whose door is ajar.

Rose was seated in a wheelchair facing the rainy window, her back to us. And we approach cautiously. "Mrs. Thompson? Mrs. Thompson?" I asked as I see her trembling, and staring at nothing. "Rose? Hi, Mrs. Thompson, we're not here to hurt you, it's okay—" Sam said but she does not respond, just trembles harder.

"Rose?" Sam said then turns to us. "Guys." He said, quietly, as he draws us over to the side. "This woman's had a stroke." Sam said. "Yeah, but hoodoo's hands-on, I mean, you've got to mix herbs, and chant, and build an altar." Dean said. "Yeah. So it can't be Rose. Hey, maybe it's not even hoodoo." I said, shrugging

"Or she could be faking." Dean added. "Yeah, what are you gonna do, poke her with a stick?" Sam asked and Dean frowns then nods. "Dude! You're not gonna poke her with a stick!" Sam exclaimed at him.

"What the hell?! What are you doing in here?" Susan's voice growled and we turned to see her coming into the room and we talked, quickly.

"Oh, we just wanted to talk to Rose..."

"Well, the door was open..."

"We're so sorry..."

"Look at her, she is scared out of her wits. I want you out of my hotel in two minutes or I'm calling the cops." Susan said to us, firmly, as she goes over to Rose and we leave without hesitation.

We packed up our things and loaded it up in the Impala then drove away.

We didn't actually leave as we knew that that ghost was gonna do something, so we stayed behind but hid from Susan. We came back just as she was staring at swingset, which begins moving on its own.

She approaches the playground cautiously; all the playsets start moving, and we hear her car, behind her, started behind her. She lays a hand on the teeter-totter to stop it while we get out of the car and Sam starts to run.

Everything starts moving faster, and suddenly the car revs its engine and comes straight at her. At the last moment Sam tackles her out of the way just as Dean and I run out of the Impala towards them.

"Are you okay?" Sam asked Susan. "I think so." She said. "Come on, come on. Let's get inside, let's go." Dean orders and we help her into the inn then guide her into the bar and to a table.

"Whiskey." Susan said, breathless. "Sure. I know the feeling." Sam said as I go and pour her a glass of whiskey. "What the hell happened out there?" She asked us. "You want the truth?" I asked her. "Of course." She said and the boys and I exchange a look before Dean speaks.

"Well, at first we thought it was some sort of hoodoo curse, but that out there? That was definitely a spirit." Dean said as I hand her a glass of whiskey. "Here." I said to her. "You're insane." Susan said and I chuckle. "Yeah, it's been said." I said.

"Look, I'm sorry, Susan. We don't exactly have time to ease you into this, but we need to know when your mother had the stroke." Sam said to her. "What does that have to do with any—" Susan asked but Sam talks over her. "Just answer the question." He said and she thinks.

"About a month ago." She replied. "Right before the killings began." I said and Sam turns to Dean. "See? So what if Rose was working hoodoo, but not to hurt anyone. To protect them." Sam said to him. "She was using the five spot urns to ward off the spirit." Dean said. "Right, until she had a stroke and she couldn't anymore." I saud and Susan looks between us, confused. "I don't believe this." She mutters.

"Listen, sister, that car didn't try to run you down by itself, okay? I mean, I guess it did, technically, but, but the spirit can — forget it." Dean said to her before Sam interrupts him. "Look, believe what you want. But the fact is you and your family are in danger, all right? So you need to clear everybody out of here: your employees, your mother, your daughters, everyone." Sam said.

"Um, I only have one daughter." Susan said and I give her a confused look. "One? I thought Tyler had a sister named Maggie." I said to her, questioning. "Maggie's imaginary." Susan replied and the boys and I look at each other again.

"Where's Tyler?" Sam asked her and she gives us a terrified and worried look to us.

Later, Susan leads us up to the room with all of those dolls. "Tyler!" Susan yells as we go into the room; only to see that the floor is littered with broken dolls. Susan starts to panic. "Oh my God. Tyler!" She yells as she runs out of the room. "Tyler!" She yells as the boys and I look around the room. Then Susan comes back. "She's not here!" She said, panicked.

"Susan. Tell us what you know about Maggie." Sam said to her, as calmly as he could. "Uh, not much. Um, Tyler's been talking about her since Mom got sick." Susan replied. "Okay, did you ever know anyone by that name?" I asked her. "Uh, no..." she said, shaking her head.

"Think, think, I mean, somebody that could have lived here, might have passed away?" Dean asked her and Susan's eyes widen "Oh my God. My mom. My mom had a sister named Margaret. She barely spoke about her." She replied.

"Did Margaret happen to die here when she was a kid?" I asked her. "She drowned in the pool." Susan said and Dean looks at us. "Come on." He said and we run out of the room then out of the building.

We run through the gardens to the pool house and reach the door, I go to open it but it was locked. "Damn it!" I said and the boys started pounding at the glass to break it.

"Tyler!" Susan shouts as the boys kept pounding at the door. "Tyler!" Susan shouts and a moment later we hear a scream. "Is there another entrance?" Dean asked Susan. "Around back." She said. "All right, let's go." Dean said then he turns to me and Sam. "Keep working." He tells us and we nod at him.

As they run around the building, Sam and I continue to pound at the door; he looks back and comes back with a heavy pot. "Stand back." Sam said and I step aside then he starts pounding the door with it.

He does this for a few more moments until finally he breaks through the glass and we wriggle through the opening. Without hesitation, Sam and I leap over the railing and into the pool. We pushes past the plastic covering the pool to reach Tyler, both of us lift her up, and I notice she is unconscious.

We get her out of the pool just as Susan and Dean run in and we set Tyler on the edge of the pool. Susan starts to gasp, tearfully, as all of us give a worried look towards Tyler until she starts to cough and wake up.

"Thank God! Thank God, thank God." Susan said, in frantic tears, while Tyler looks over at her. "Mommy!" She cries and Susan goes to hug her. "Yeah, baby, I'm here." She said.

"Tyler, do you see Maggie anywhere?" I asked her once her and Susan pull out of the embrace. "No, she's gone." She said and we all give a confused look.

Later, we make it back to the hotel and Susan holds Tyler close to her as we go up towards Rose's room. "Don't worry, honey, we're leaving in two minutes, we've just got to get Grandma." She said as the boys and I stay back.

"I don't get it, did Maggie just stop?" Dean asked, confused. "Seems like it." Sam said. "Well, where the hell did she go?" Dean asked but before we could reply, Susan screams.

The three of us share worried looks and go running up to Rose's room to find her slumped in her wheelchair, dead.

Minutes later, the paramedics came by and did some test on Rose before the coroner came by and took her body away. Susan was talking to them before she come over to us. "Paramedics said it was another stroke. Do you think...Margaret could have had something to do with it?" She asked us.

"We don't know." Dean said, shrugging.

"But it's possible, yeah." Sam said.

"Susan, I'm sorry." I said to her, apologetically. "You have nothing to apologize for. You've given me everything." Susan said just as Tyler comes out of the house.

"Ready to go, kiddo?" Susan asked Tyler. "Yeah." Tyler replied. "Now Tyler, you're sure Maggie's not around anymore?" Dean asked her and she nods. "I'm sure. I'd see her." She said.

"I guess whatever's going on must be over." I said to the boys, as we walk over to the taxi near us, and Dean nods while Sam holds the taxi door for Susan. "You two take care of yourselves, all right?" He said.

Before getting in the taxi, Suaan turns and gives Sam a full-body hug and Dean and I smirk. "Thank you. All three of you." She said and she gets into the taxi then Sam shuts the door behind her.

"Think you could have hooked up some MILF action there, bud." Dean said and Sam scoffs and I shake my head. "I'm serious, I think she liked you." Dean said to Sam. "Yeah, that's all she needs." Sam grumbles. "Well, you saved the mom, you saved the girl. Not a bad day. 'Course you know, I could have saved 'em myself, but I didn't want you to feel useless." Dean teased and Sam scoffs. "All right, I appreciate it." Sam said and I chuckle.

"Hey, I helped saving Tyler." I said and Dean pats my shoulder. "You did good, too." He said and I roll my eyes. "Feels good getting back in the saddle, doesn't it?" He asked. "Yeah, it does. But it doesn't change what we talked about last night, Dean." Sam said.

"We talked about a lot of things last night." Dean said, feigning ignorance. "You know what I mean." Sam said as he gives us a knowing look. "You were wasted." I said to him. "But you two weren't. And you promised, Dean." Sam said and we all share a look before we go into the car then pull away from the inn.

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