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criticizing-blogger · 2 years
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It Will Always Be Okay
Pairing: none
Warnings: very gory details, close death experience, comas, beheading/killing vampires, cussing, weapons, angst, drugs, basically the whole nine yards.
Word count: 1.8+
A/N: I don’t remember where exactly I was going with this so…enjoy
“Fuck, Dean, look out!” I yell just as a vampire comes running at Dean, his back facing the monster. He didn’t turn around in time, his face and chest being slashed open, blood pouring out. Shit. I faced back around before another vamp could make its attack. My machete easily slices through its neck, beheading the fucker. I beheaded another before running towards Dean who lay on the ground bleeding out. 
My eyes roamed quickly over his body. His face had blood and bruises all over and an eye was swollen shut. His shirt was badly torn, showing the wounds on his chest. The slashes. Oh no. Shit, they looked deep. Blood by now slowly coming out which wasn’t a good sign. I took off my flannel and pressed it against his chest. A door suddenly slammed across the barn from behind me. I froze when my ears picked up the sound of footsteps.
I reached for the machete that sat next to me as the sound of the steps came closer. Slowly turning around as quietly as I could, five people, no, five vampires, were looking around, shock evident on their faces. I stayed still, hoping they wouldn’t notice me or Dean at all but I knew better. The man in front of the group spotted me. I gripped my machete tight as I watched him walk near. 
“Well, well, well.” he taunts, walking back and forth. “Look who we have here.”
His eyes trailed over me as he licked his lips. Then he noticed Dean, causing the man to stop in his tracks. “A Winchester, I see.”
Hearing that a Winchester is here caught the attention of the other four. A woman came to stand next to him. “What do you think we should do, babe?”
A wicked smile appeared on his face as he wrapped an arm around her. He turned his head to the three, “Kill her.”
I quickly jump to my feet, machete tightly gripped in hand, and I get ready to fight. All three, a man and two women, came rushing towards me. I was able to dodge two but one of the women scratched the hell out of my arm. I was able to cut the man's head off before a vampire jumped on my back. She bit into my shoulder making me scream out in pain. That had given a chance for the other woman to go for me, slamming into my stomach.
I fell on top of her, clutching my stomach as I groaned in pain. But I have to deal with it. I have to kill the rest of the assholes and get Dean help before shit really takes a turn for the worse. I rolled away from them and stood, setting some distance. The woman that jumped on my back hopped to her feet. She looked pissed. And hungry.
She and the other bitch ran for me. I dodged them both and managed to cut one head off. Anger and annoyance radiated from my body. I was covered in blood and just ready to end this shit. I caught the last of the three off guard and killed her. I watched as her head rolled in front of the couple that stood next to Dean.
My chest heaved up and down. “Get the fuck away from him.”
“Or what?” The woman vamp makes her way over to him, a large knife sliding out of the sleeve of her shirt and into her hand. My heart picked up seeing it glint in the moonlight. She bent down sliding the sharp edge against his bruised cheek, cutting it. Anger radiated through my body taking control of it as if the anger had a mind of its own.
I lunged for her. She let out a scream of surprise when my body met her. My head slammed against the ground but I didn’t have time to worry about that. Quickly getting it together, I straddled her hips. My machete had slipped from my hand when I lunged. It was too far away to grab it, but her knife was right there, shining in the moonlight, calling for me. It won’t cut her head off as it was not big enough. It’ll have to do.
I stabbed her in the neck, twice. Blood spattered on my face and clothes as she let out gurgling noises, her hands reaching for me. When I tried to stab her again, the knife was ripped out of my hands and thrown across the barn, the blade landing in the rotten wood. The next thing I knew, I slammed into a wall before hitting the ground. I felt a sharp pain in my side as my ears rang and my sight went fuzzy. A groan of pain escaped my mouth. Everything started throbbing from pain.
His blurry figure came into my view. I watched as he knelt down, his face coming into focus. He wore an awful, wicked smile, his eyes dark and malevolent. He grabbed ahold of my shirt and picked me up. I let out grunts of pain as he slammed me against the wall. He let out a laugh before dropping me and walking away. I looked out around as he had his back turned. I spotted my machete halfway across the barn but several feet from the head bitch vampire who laid still, hopefully dead. She must not have gotten any human blood recently to heal. A blessing in disguise I guess.
While he still had his back turned and talking about what, who knows, I quietly made my way to my weapon. Unfortunately, I only got halfway there when he turned around. It went silent. I could hear my heart beating and my blood pounding as I stood frozen in my spot, watching him for his next move. I watched as his eyes switched back and forth between me and the weapon. But boy, did he fail.
I ran and lunged for it just as he did the same. My body skid across the ground, my hand meeting the handle of the blade, quickly decapitating him. His head rolled off to the side as his body landed on me. I let out a loud groan at the impact, shielding my face from the blood gushing out of the remainder of his neck. With what strength I could muster, I pushed him off. My chest heaved up and down as I lay there. Fuck, it hurt to breathe. Everything fucking hurts. Dean and I thought this was supposed to be one nest of vampires. We were so wrong.
Dean. shit. I quickly got up and ran over to him. I set two fingers against his neck to check his pulse. It was faint. Quick on my feet, I stepped behind his head and grabbed his arms. There is no way I would be able to carry him to the impala. 
“Sorry, Dean.” I apologize even though he may not be able to hear me as I drag him out of the barn and to the impala. I clumsily manage to get him into the backseat, laying him down. I grabbed the keys from the inner right pocket of his leather jacket before rushing to the driver's seat. My fingers fumble trying to put the key in the ignition. Once I finally do, I haul ass out of the middle of the woods and to the hospital.
The second I parked the car, I ran into the building screaming for help. Doctors and nurses came rushing out with a gurney. I felt sick. The world around me blurred as I went deaf. Then I passed out.
* * * * *
When I came to, the room was mostly dark, except for the hallway light barely shining through. There was beeping coming from the machine next to the bed and ticking coming from the clock on the wall. One am the clock showed. I pushed myself up, loudly groaning out in pain. A rush of steps came into the room, the ceiling lights coming on, and I looked up. Sam. He laid me back down before sitting on the side of the hospital bed. I smiled widely at him, relieved he was here. 
“Hi, Sam,” I breathed out.
“Hey, (y/n).” he greeted back, a smile forming on his face. 
“How long have I been out?”
“A month,” he sighed.
“A-a month?! A fucking month?!” I shout. 
He nods. “Your injuries were really, really bad, (y/n). You had an adrenaline rush getting yourself and Dean here. You had a serious head trauma that put you into a coma. The doctors didn’t know if you were ever going to wake up.”
By the time he finished his sentence, tears were streaming down both of our faces. I started letting out sobs, Sam, carefully pulled me into a hug. I felt frustrated and angry and scared. So scared. “Am I going to be okay?”
“Since you woke up, yes, you’ll be fine.” A female doctor walked in with her clipboard, Sam letting me go. “We ran your vital signs at two pm yesterday and everything looked good. We just had to wait and see if you were going to wake up. I’m Dr. Mayfield.”
She handed me a tissue and I wiped my eyes. “I’m going to check your eyes with this little light.” She held up a light pen and checked. “Looks good.”
Dr. Mayfield wrote on the papers on her clipboard before looking at me. “How do you feel?”
“I feel okay. Just in a bit of pain.” I replied. 
She nods, writing more. “We can give you a dose of morphine. It may make you drowsy but you can sleep. We will have to wake you up every hour.” Dr. Mayfield looked at me with seriousness. “You were in very bad shape when you came in. You were littered with bruises, a large wolf bite on the shoulder, broken ribs, and a serious head trauma. It was a miracle you even survived! You saved your brother. Not many people can say that.”
I smile, noting she said wolf and brother. 
“I am going to keep you here under my surveillance for a couple of days just in case. Let me know if you three need anything else.” She smiled before leaving.
Three? I looked at Sam with confusion. He motions his head to my left. The second my eyes saw this third person, I broke out crying again. But in relief and joy this time. There sat Dean on the couch looking normal. As if he was never severely hurt. As if the hunt hadn’t happened. Sam moves as Dean stands to walk over. 
He sat in the same spot his brother was in and gently pulled me into a hug. I wrap my arms around his waist, so damn relieved that he’s okay. I was scared of letting go as if he was a ghost coming to say goodbye one last time before disappearing for good. But I know he’s not a ghost. Dean is here. Physically here. He is sitting on my bed with his arms wrapped around me, telling me everything is going to be okay. It will always be okay.
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queerstudiesnatural · 2 years
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i'm not the first one to say this but. what if dean had run into emma in purgatory. i can't think about this too much rn i can't handle it but. what if
#he hears a noise behind him and turns around with his machete in hand ready to behead a monster and it's. his daughter#and she's looking at him with wild inhuman eyes and her hair is a mess and she's all bloody and she's just standing there#staring at him with pain and hate and fear and confusion all over her face#and he's still holding the machete so he slowly puts it down and holds his hands up because holy shit that's his daughter#''emma? is that- do you-'' fuck he can't think right now that's his DAUGHTER#''do you remember me?''#and emma is still just staring and her lips are curled but she's not moving. not attacking.#and before he can think about it dean is pulling her against his chest like ok it's ok i'm not gonna hurt you we're ok#and they just kinda stay together. even though emma is still not saying a word#the first time she speaks to him is to warn him that vamps are approaching. then to say she's hungry.#then to ask who benny is and why dean is teaming up with a vamp. when he hated monsters so much he killed his own daughter#and dean freezes and he's like ''i'm. i didn't-sam-i'm so sorry emma. you-i guess you deserved a chance and i-i'm sorry''#and then they don't speak again for a few days or weeks#but they stick together and when they finally leave purgatory emma leaves with them#finding emma's body is a drag because he barely remembers where they buried her#but he does and emma mumbles a thanks and she goes to leave but dean is like hey where are you going?#you're coming with me. i mean...if you want. i- you could stay. please.#and emma has nowhere to go really so she does. seeing sam again is kinda traumatic and she growls at him and she never stays alone with him#she mostly sits around and waits for them in the car and in motel rooms. she slowly opens up. mostly to dean#she still doesn't trust sam. and one day they meet claire again and she likes claire. she talks to claire. she laughs with claire.#slowly she becomes a person again. she learns what she likes and doesn't like. she watches tv. she eats burgers and adds seasoning#bc dean has no taste. she finds clothes that feel like her. she doesn't call dean dad until one day she does and dean almost passes out#but then he's holding her close like holy shit that's my daughter. i'm a dad. holy shit#anyway that's the sort of thing i like to think about. for fun#rain posts#supernatural#deancore#emma supernatural#emma spn#dean and emma
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imagineslashers · 3 years
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First Words Soulmate AU
okay so i love this au, and i’m not sure if it’ve done it before, but i’m doing it now so enjoy! essentially, the first words you ever speak to your soulmate are imprinted on you somewhere and same for them, if you aren’t familiar with this au! x
WARNING for violence and death and swearing!
also sorry this is long yikes-
Jason
To be perfectly honest, you had lost all hope of ever meeting your soulmate, if going only by the words on your wrist - or rather, the lack of words. All you have imprinted on your skin is a dash, a wobbly line, and nothing else. From day one, you had merely accepted the fact that your soulmate was likely dead, or going to die, before you’d ever have the chance to meet them.
Your trip to an old camping ground was purely as an escape, to break away from all your friends who were happily in love and all met their soulmates. It was overwhelming, the joy they were suffocating your lonely self with, so you needed to get away.
Hiking through the cool afternoon air, your heart lays heavy in your chest, proving that even distance and ignorance can’t shield you from the pain. Anxiously, your fingers rub at your exposed wrist, and the crooked line across it. An owl hoots in the distant treetops, reminding you of your isolation.
You pause, taking a minute to breathe in deeply, stretching your sore muscles, and peering at the glimpse of the lake through the distant tree trunks. A slight sound distracts you, a brief snapping of a twig, and all the birds stop singing. A deer, perhaps? Your head turns slowly, taking in the surroundings. Even the insects seem to be holding their breath, the forest blanketed by a harsh silence.
The hairs stand up on the back of your neck and you exhale shakily, deciding to push on and try to reach a clearing where you may feel less trapped. It doesn’t help. The more steps you take, the more aware you become of the sensation, constantly looking over your shoulder. 
When your nerves are entirely fried, the sudden flight of a startled crow sends you into a fully fledged panic, bolting through the trees. The quiet snapping of twigs becomes a heavy thudding, trembling the ground and you no longer waste time by looking back, powering through the forest.
There’s a looming shadow that falls over you and your voice escapes in a shriek, realising the inevitable. You’re not fast enough. The world spins as your shirt is grabbed, yanking you backwards and throwing you off your feet. Rolling across the dirt for a few seconds, you’re finally stopped staring up at the hulking masked figure. There’s a machete in his left hand, and a shred of your shirt in his right. He steps over you, feet either side of your hips and pulls back his arm.
You instinctively lift your hands to defend yourself, turning your head away and gasping for breath. “P-please!” You whimper, heart racing like a hummingbird. “Please don’t!”
He freezes, pulls back, and blinks at you from behind his mask. After a few painfully slow moments, he rotates his arm holding the machete, and you’re able to glimpse three words inscribed down his arm. They’re the words you spoke.
It all clicks and you realise he doesn’t, or can’t, speak. You shakily lift your wrist to show him your mark. He appears bewildered, stunned at the thought of having a real soulmate as much as you, then finally extends a wary hand. You take it.
Bubba
The road trip was a stupid idea, you said that from the start. However, you had been dragged along by your friends to celebrate a few milestones in your lives, and so succumbed to their pleading. Now, you sit rigidly in the back of their car, waiting anxiously. How long does it take to pay for fuel?
Your mind is racing, it’s been nearly half an hour and you haven’t heard anything. You elected to stay behind to keep an eye on the car while they went inside to get snacks, but that shouldn’t take too long, right?
A light flickers in the back of the old gas station, and with it the sound of a machine, perhaps a chainsaw or similar tool. You try to shrug it off. It’s a dilapidated country station, they’re probably fixing something or working at the back.
However, you can’t ignore the screaming, or the sudden bursting open of the door. Your friend’s boyfriend comes streaking out, face ashen, bolting past you. You lean out of the window, eyes wide, calling his name but he ignores you. A whoosh of air rushes past your head and an axe lands squarely in the back of his head. You scream, jerking yourself back into the car before kicking the door open and almost falling out. 
You don’t have the keys, but running is obviously pointless. Instead, you bolt for the gas station, hoping to find a phone or a weapon or something! You don’t make it that far before the axe thrower steps out into the light, breathing heavily. He’s hard to make out, but you recognise the bloody apron and odd looking mask as immediately a threat, if you hadn’t already witnessed what he’d just done.
“Who are you? What do you want?”
Shocked by his appearance, you find your feet are sluggish and unresponsive. He notices you but doesn’t charge, instead making cautious steps towards you, dragging a large chainsaw. He mumbles something, just a string of sounds, as if trying to soothe you like an injured deer. It takes hearing more screaming for you to start stepping backwards quickly, unwilling to take your eyes off of him. Your back thuds into something solid and your hair is twisted into an iron grip, making you cry out.
“Got ‘em! Hurry up and finish it so we can go home already.” The man behind you reeks of blood and sweat, his accent almost masking his words. The one with the chainsaw makes a muffled noise of distress, closing the distance between you and shoves the one holding you backwards, releasing the grip on your hair.
“The hell, Bubba?” He growls, but the much taller male hisses, grabbing your arm and pulling you back with him. This captor, Bubba, starts desperately pulling up his pant leg, seemingly having forgotten where his mark is, but finally twists around to see the back of his calf. Your words in shaky handwriting are scrawled across his flesh.
Shocked, you pull down your shirt and try to inspect the nonsensical letters along your collarbone. Bubba makes a slight squeal, pulling you against his chest, delighted to finally have his soulmate! Still in shock, you allow him to lead you to their truck, your heart swelling but your head spinning. Oh well, not like you have much choice anyway!
Freddy
Bad dream would probably be an understatement, that’s what you think as you find yourself sprinting painfully slowly through a boiler room, steam burning your skin as you pass. Laughter rings out, bouncing off the walls and startling you. Bitterness creeps into your heart, a sour taste in your mouth as you try not to fall into the sick games you know are going to begin.
“Where are you, you prick?!” You yell, hands balled into fists, stomping your foot for effect. You’re terrified, naturally, but not going to die looking like a wimp or giving him the satisfaction. You know all about him from the teens in your neighbourhood.
Freddy comes bounding around a corner, looking expectantly gleeful and sadistic, his gloved hand dragging along the wall. His face breaks into a grin, but you recognise the flash of panic in his face, which confuses you all the more. Why would he be scared?
You step back, ready to throw yourself into a fight or flight, but he just looks at you dumbly, huffing, amusement fading. “What did you say?” Something clicks in his mind and he stalks towards you. “Say it again.”
You’re ready to tell him where he can shove his request when you understand the significance of his words. His first words to you. 
“Oh, shit, no way!” Your words leave you a breathless rush and it makes him laugh. He’s so badly burnt that your words have been essentially destroyed from his wrist, but he’d never forget what they said. You carefully roll up your shorts and expose the slanted writing wrapped around your thigh. Freddy looks a little stunned, and annoyed, but he finally sighs dramatically in defeat.
“Okay, guess you’re mine then, baby!” He resigns himself to it like a child having to do chores, grabbing your hand in his exposed one, pulling you with him.
Michael
Halloween is arguably one of the best holidays, but you don’t agree with that statement anymore as you’re creeping through the dark streets, trying not to be noticed. The news headlines were that the killer was on a streak, getting more creative with every victim, and you’re determined not to be the next one.
Unfortunately, you live in his neighbourhood, so you didn’t have any options when the television at your work lit up with a warning to stay home. And your car broke down, so you’re now stuck walking home, jumping at the sound of every meow and car horn. Pulling your coat tighter around your frame, you hurry down the street, passing under a streetlamp which illuminates your white knuckles wrapped tightly around your bag.
There’s a siren in the distance and that assures you, just a little, that perhaps the killer is being brought down right now. With that in mind, you let out a breath which escapes you in a puff of smoke in the cold air. Clinging tightly to your reassurances, you speed up a little, having reached your street. Relief washes through you, as well as embarrassment at how terrified you’d been.
You chuckle to yourself, rounding the corner to your house when you see him. A huge black shadow, stepping out from the neighbouring house, his knife stained crimson. You both stand in silence, staring at one another, before you decide to try your luck at running. 
You turn around and sprint the way you’d come, biting your lip so hard it draws blood. Your breath comes in short puffs as your body is pushed beyond the limits. He may have the advantage of being quicker, but you know this area. Ducking down an alleyway, you launch yourself onto a wooden fence, scrambling to get over. You’re just about to when a cold hand wraps around your ankle and yanks you back down.
The force of it knocks the wind from your lungs as you lay on your back, gasping. The stranger crouches over you, pressing the tip of his blade to the hollow of your throat. You squeeze your eyes shut. “Just do it!” You manage to force out.
The blade pulls away and you risk peeking one eye open to see the white mask. Your killer is shocked, looking almost like a stone figure, unable to move or breathe. He never wanted a soulmate, didn’t believe in it, but now you’re laying under him and he can’t kill you.
Angrily, he slams his fist into the concrete by your head and you flinch, eyes wide open now as he stares back at you. There’s a quiet word he mutters, just loud enough for you to catch it. “Fuck.”
You barely have time to question him, recognising that one word from the one that’s imprinted on your shoulder blade, before he’s hauling you up and carrying you off bridal style, one hand still tightly clutching his knife.
Beetlejuice
The motel room is kinda dingy- well, it’s very dingy if you’re honest, but you’re so exhausted you can’t bring yourself to do more than collapse on the bed. You’d been travelling for a few days on your way to a new town to start up your new career, passing through this idyllic little town. It’s cute, very homey, but the motel is pretty old.
Whatever, you just need to sleep. Rolling onto your stomach, you pull out your phone and check your messages. The television starts playing. Sitting up, you strain your ears but hear only some corny romance film. Rolling your eyes, you decide that you’re leaving as soon as the sun rises, but begrudgingly force yourself to walk into the living area to turn off the television.
Once you do, you put the remote on the coffee table, making sure it can’t fall or turn itself on again. Turning around, you start walking back to the bed when it turns on, louder this time. Your brows furrow in annoyance as you return and turn it off, smacking the side of the set for good measure. 
After staring at the black screen for a few seconds, you decide it’s done being irritating and once again try to walk back to bed. You’ve just collapsed on your side when it turns on again.
Gritting your teeth, you rub your eyes and contemplate how much effort it would be to walk back to reception to ask for a new room. You’ve just decided on getting up when you feel the bed dip behind you, fingertips tracing your arm. Your heart nearly bursts in terror.
“You don’t like this movie?” The words come out dripping in sarcasm and amusement from the stranger behind you. Immediately, your body reacts defensively and you leap from the bed, whirling around to punch the intruder. He yelps in surprise, hand over his nose.
“You asshole! Get out of my room!” You yell, barely able to contain your emotions, completely glazing over the realisation that those words are on your lower back. However, the intruder does notice and sits up excitably, eyeing you like a prize. You’re not sure where to look first, the green hair or the dirty striped suit.
“Well, I wasn’t expecting to find you in a motel room, but hey, can’t complain!” He grins, his expression resembling that of a wolf. He pops the buttons on his shirt and you’re stuck standing in confusion as you read back the words you just yelled at him, imprinted on his collar.
“No.” You point at him, then the door. “Not happening. Go away and come back at a decent hour.” He laughs, but then realises you’re serious, whining as he pulls himself from the bed. 
“You’re mean. I like it. See you in the morning!” He disappears in a hazy cloud of purple smoke, leaving you coughing and wondering if you hallucinated.
Billy & Stu
School sucks. Not only because of the obvious; preppy kids, bullies, annoying teachers, homework. No, you’re annoyed because everyone is falling madly in love with their soulmates, throwing it in your face. You’re a freak to most, because you don’t have your soulmate mark. You have two.
Wearing long sleeves is how you conceal it, but everyone knows you’re different, the rumours started as soon as you walked in the door. Irritable, you resign yourself to having to deal with not only the first day at a new shitty school, but also being the object of much taunting on said first day.
You manage to sail through most of your classes by ignoring everyone else, but by lunch time, you can’t avoid it. Your feet carry you to an empty table where you hope to just have a quiet meal. That, of course, can never happen for you.
Two rather imposing looking teens slink over to you, and you recognise them as the school’s bad boys, popular kids if a little weird, Billy and Stu. You look down and continue picking at a sandwich, hoping that if you pretend they don’t exist, they’ll do the same for you and move onto someone else.
Once again, that doesn’t happen for you. “Hello, gorgeous.” Billy sits in the seat next to you and Stu sidles up on the opposite one, both of them grinning. “Why are you sat alone, baby?” Stu purrs. You’ve had enough of being taunted today and you stand up, causing your chair to scream in protest against the tacky floors.
“Can everyone just leave me the hell alone?” You scowl, grabbing your bag and missing the look that the boys exchange in surprise. Billy nods, and Stu grabs your arm. 
“Hey!” You try to pull it back, but Billy takes your other one and they both pull up your sleeves. Sure enough, the words they just greeted you with are on your arms, one of each. Your cheeks burn with humiliation, and relief, at finding your soulmates.
Stu lets go first, practically bouncing on the spot as he lifts his shirt to show you what you said written angrily across his ribs. Billy’s next, he has the same words but wrapped around his ankle.
You’re in a state of shock when they coax you back into your seat, one hanging one each of your arms. There’s no way you’re getting away now, especially not with the way they’re looking at you like you’re their favourite toy.
The Man
The night was finally quietening down when you decided to sit on the porch for a bit, a hot drink cupped in your hands, listening to the crickets.
Your decision to live in a wooded area is probably one of the best you’ve made, or at least that’s what you believe as you enjoy the blissful peace of your surroundings. Blowing on your drink, you almost don’t notice the figure in the corner of your eye.
Expecting one of the neighbours checking in about something, you aren’t immediately alarmed, sitting up a bit straighter to try and make them out in the shadows. The stranger doesn’t speak, so neither do you, but the longer you both stare at one another, the worse the feeling in your gut becomes. Something isn’t quite right.
You’ve just decided to go back inside when he starts approaching. Coming nearer to your porch lights, you can finally see that he’s wearing a mask, and across his back he’s carrying a crossbow. Adrenaline shoots into your veins and you leap up, your mug smashing. The display of alertness doesn’t concern him, he continues approaching at a leisurely pace, dragging his hand across the side of your car as he comes up the driveway.
You walk backwards to the front door, making sure you can keep him in your sights at all times, your hand fumbling for the handle. He waves at you, and you sense he’s smiling under his mask, judging by the delighted, predatorial glint in his eyes. You simply scowl in response, attempting to hide the way your body trembles as you finally get the door open and jump backwards, slamming it shut.
He leaps up the porch steps and stands outside the door, his shadow spilling in from under the door. You step back, holding your breath. The shadow retreats with the sound of boots, leaving you frozen to the spot listening for him.
The silence becomes so painful that when he finally does make a noise, it startles you. Tracking it down, you find him stood outside your kitchen by the large window, head tilted as he peers inside at you, still jovial and content to be terrifying you. 
Unwilling to show him your fear any further, you point at the alarm system, indicating you can set it off to alert authorities. Yelling to be heard through the glass, your words get his attention easily.
“You better leave, or I’m going to make sure they haul your sorry ass to prison!”
He steps back, much to your surprise, and then lifts his mask. You’re taken aback by his face - attractive - and don’t notice him pulling up his hoodie. There in cursive along his hip is your handwriting, and the threat you just gave him. His face breaks out into a grin as he jumps back to his position right up against the glass.
“Show me yours!” His voice is elevated by his delight and you step away, warily lifting your arm to reveal his demand written along your outer forearm. Like a kid given candy, he knocks excitably against the glass. “Let me in! You’re so mine!”
The Blissfield Butcher
What a shitty day. You missed the bus trying to get home from work, and then it started raining. By the time you’d made it to the next operating bus stop, your clothes had been successfully drenched, leaving you shivering under the meagre shelter provided.
Cursing your boss for lecturing you and in turn making you late to leave, you hug your arms around yourself. A ping goes off from your pocket, then another, and another, until you give up on trying to warm yourself and fish around in your pockets to find the source. Your phone lights up your face in the darkness. An amber alert prompts all residents to stay home if they can, following a string of murders.
You exhale sharply, trying to centre your thoughts on anything other than the anxiety creeping into the back of your mind. Your gaze lifts from the screen and is immediately drawn to a passing shadow, which halts the second you look at it. Unsure if you’re seeing things, you put your phone away and squint through the rain, attempting to distinguish whether it’s someone you know.
Likely just a passer-by, you resume huddling under the shelter. The shadow moves away, and your anxiety with it. However, you can’t shake the feeling of being watched. After a few minutes, the shadow reappears and you realise it’s circling you from a distance. The reality sets in and you curse, chancing up your options. Glancing over your shoulder, you can see your workplace still lit up a few blocks down. You could run there, but you’re not sure how fast the figure is.
When you tear your eyes away from your distant workplace, you realise that looking away had been a mistake, the shadow significantly closer and now more obviously a male. A very tall male, in a mask. You curse under your breath and decide to risk it, your aching legs once again forced into action. The bitterly cold rain makes running harder, and it’s worse trying to see where you’re going as it starts to come down heavier, masking the sounds of your stalker.
You shoot a quick look over your shoulder, your heart jumping at how close he is, within reaching distance. Your mind makes a quick decision and you jerk to the side so his grab misses you, whilst you run down another street onto a local sports field, now dark and silent.
The wet grass clings to your feet, slowing you down, but you don’t have time to reflect on this mistake because your shoved from behind. The force of your momentum and the power behind the shove sends you skidding on your front, grazing your cheek. 
He’s on you before you can blink, pushing you onto your back, straddling your hips. His eyes are wild behind the mask as he uses one hand to keep your shoulder down, the other gripping a butcher’s knife. Your efforts at squirming are denied by his sheer weight and the force of his thighs trapping your lower half. Seeing no other option, you start to panic and gasp, the rain still soaking you both.
“Wait, please, don’t!” Your tears mix into the rain as your hands desperately push against him, one accidentally knocking his mask off. He’s distracted by this and you continue, your hands instead lowering to protect your face. “I know a lot of cops, I-I-” the excuse tumbles from your mouth, but cuts off when you notice the black writing on his neck. “Oh.” Your voice is reduced to a whimper, reading back what you’ve said to him.
He sighs, stabbing the grass and sitting back, looking at you expectantly. “Um, are you not going to kill me?” You curse the way your words shake as you look up at him. The ghost of a smile touches his lips and he grips your wrist, pulling you up. He doesn’t stop there, throwing you over his shoulder and stooping to pick up his knife. “I’m not gonna kill what’s mine.” He growls the words, sending a chill through you as those familiar words are etched onto your arm.
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evilzoldyck · 3 years
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Goosebumps
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You should have taken the offer to go through the Haunted House together with your friend. The ominously decorated attraction that appeared fun and harmless from the entrance now became unnerving as you lonely walked down the hall, hands gripping tightly to your chest. It was your friends’ idea to visit this low-key haunted amusement located in the middle of nowhere, deep into the woods and far from the metropolitan area where the main entertainment took place.
Initially, you were opposed to the idea as the infamous ‘Haunted House’ your friends extolled was too far away and thus didn’t carry any signal in the area. Also, the ticket fee for one was way too pricy that it was enough to sour your night despite one of your friends, Jay, offering to spot you in which you politely declined.
The drive was far and so the place was about to close up soon when you arrived and after seeing all your friends’ enthusiasm in the pursuit for adrenaline, you couldn’t help but feel guilty for bringing the mood down. In the end you acquiesced, paid the fee and entered the house at your own discretion.
You thought it was ridiculous that company made you sign a contact beforehand, something about promising not to sue or whatever. You knew it was all just an act to heighten the customers’ anxiety instead of an actual legal precaution. Things wouldn’t be so bad inside as it was policy that their employees mustn’t directly touch or use an object to make physical contact with the customers.
However as of right now, you wished you could take those words back. For an underground seasonal business, they’ve managed to pull off an incredible event. The house was situated like a maze in which each room had a different elaborated concept which sometimes included your participation to get to the next stage.
The last room included a very convincing Witch with decent prosthetic makeup on her face and a shrilling laugh concocting a death potion in her black rusty cauldron. She instructed that you bring her the eyes of a goat, toad spit and a rotting tooth in return for your life, which generally meant she’ll show the exit. The challenge was a bit stress inducing as her ‘un-dead servants’ kept trying to grab at you while she wickedly reminded you to hurry up or else she would feed you to them.
In just a few minutes you’ve managed to collect all the ingredients, thankfully the spit and the eyes came in a jar. She begrudgingly took them from your hands and pointed to you a hidden exit before her servants came running at you in full speed, making you stumble into the small door and closing them shut. You could still hear her laughter through the door as you heaved out a sigh. Though your blood was pumping and your heart was beating out of your chest, it was a scare that left a smile on your face. Perhaps you now saw the appeal of haunted houses and rollercoasters.
In the end of a long narrow corridor was a red door. The sign underneath a glowing green exit read another in ‘blood’ to push hard for the ghosts in the mansion wishes to keep you here forever. You let out a small laugh and began to push at the handle, frowning when it wouldn’t budge. Putting all your weight against the door you whined when you made no progress.
Feeling chills down your spine, you grumbled at your Halloween costume, it didn’t help either that the place went crazy with the AC and the fog machine. Fixing your bloodied nurse outfit down and rubbing your arms to soothe the biting cold, you turned around and jumped back slightly in surprise at the sight of someone else with you.
A tall and large-build man stood imposingly from behind you. He wore dark pants and a single sleeveless shirt that was so thin you could make out the shadows of his bulging muscles and pectorals which made you blush and look away for a second. Either he was very serious about his character concept or he was just built like a Greek god. You cleared your throat and reverted your gaze to see that he was holding a large blood stained machete and a mask to cover his face.
“Um could you help me?” while pointing at the door you managed to ask guessingly. “What do you need to me to?” You asked once again, figuring out this was supposed to be the last challenge. However the man didn’t say anything, he just stared at you through the mask and though you couldn’t clear see his line of sight, you felt him raking his eyes up and down your body.
Growing uncomfortable at the stifling silence, you see a glint in his hand which revealed to be a key that he was holding. “Is that the key?” you hopefully questioned as you reached out for the key, knowing you won’t get a response anyway. “May I-“ you gasped when he held it out of your reach suddenly. You wore a tiny smile as you played this rather childish game, reaching out and jumping on your toes as he held it high above his head. You could feel the deep reverberations of his chest as he chuckled at your feeble attempts.
It was at that time you noticed you were far too close to him. Letting out another sharp gasp, the man pulled you close to him by the waist. With your hands to his chest, you could feel his strained muscles from underneath his shirt; his thumb softly rubbing your hips. You were sure this guy just violated one of the rules of this place.
When you were about to push him away, he brought the key close to your face finally allowing you to take it. Squeaking out a small ‘thank you’, you felt his grip reluctantly loosened as you turned back to the door to hastily unlock it. You noticed he was still boring his eyes into you as you closed the door from behind, not making a single movement as he stoically watched you close it. Stepping into the cool night air, you shrugged the strange the interaction off and decided against reporting him to the place. You didn’t really want to deal with the confrontation.
You heard a call of your name from the distance and smiled in relief. Reuniting with your friends around the car you joyously shared tales of your experiences inside. “I don’t know how you did it alone, I was with Mina and I almost went crazy.” Your friend Leigh-Anne exasperated, holding her hand into her still pounding heart.
“You should have gone with us!” Mina quipped. “I nearly socked the clown when he came out of the box- and when he came charging towards us I swear I nearly fainted.”
“Well you were fine enough to run and leave me behind!” jested Leigh-Anne, “you closed the door while the clown was still chasing after me. My heart was about to burst at that moment.”
“For real we were screaming so much you’d think an actual murder was taking place.” She sighed. “But it’s not as crazy as you two,” Mina pointed to you and Jay. “How could you both go alone?” you shrugged at her question and replied that you wanted to make the experience scarier for you as Jay agreed. Now thinking about it, maybe going as a group would make it more fun.
“The last one though,” you trailed. “Don’t you think it was a little weird?”
“The Witch?” Jay asked, raising a brow.
“No the last one, just by the exit.” You clarified to your friends, pointing at the door where you just left. However their expressions didn’t shift. “You know the guy with the machete and a mask? He was the one that held the key.” Your friends continued to look at you like you grew a head. You furrowed your brows in confusion. “You couldn’t possibly miss him he was so tall and huge.”
“There was no one there,” Mina laughed. “The exit was unlocked anyway why would there be a key?”
“I didn’t see anyone either on my turn too, the Witch just pointed the way out then it was over.”
“Holy shit, did you see an actual ghost then?”
“What? No, no he was real.” You awkwardly chuckled along. “Are you guys being serious right now?”
“That’s three to one, you’re being haunted.” Leigh-Anne made spooky noises and played with your hair teasingly as you rolled your eyes light-heartedly. When the lights finally shut from the establishment you all made a move to get inside the car.
“He was there.” You enunciated once more before getting inside.
“I believe you,” playfully sang Jay from the drivers seat.
The moon was at its peak, shining so brightly it made the drive just a bit easier without the streetlights to assist. Your friends were still happily engaging on sharing the stories of the place, occasionally making jokes at you and the mysterious ‘masked ghost’. Waving them off you returned your attention back on the window, it just came to you how deep inside the forest you were as trees were all your eyes could see. Not a moment later the car suddenly stopped as the engine sputtered and died out.
Jay cursed and propped the hood open before letting out another curse. “Um I’m going to go back and get help. Something wrong with the battery.” He quickly explained as he retrieved a flashlight from the glove compartment, getting ready to sprint.
“Wait! I’ll come with you,” you offered, getting out of the car. Jay refused, saying it would be quicker if he went alone. “You calling me slow?!” you called out as he was already far into the distance.
“There’s a reason why I was school’s best track and field and you weren’t!” you heard his faint yet breathy voice retaliate back at you as you scoff out a laugh at his remark.
Half an hour went by and you all started to get worried when he didn’t return. “I’m going after him,” you finally stated, getting ready to get out and run. Mina stated that she’ll go too while Leigh-Anne stayed back, suggesting that someone should stay in the car in case he came back.
Trekking down the road with your hand in hers MIna suddenly asked, “you know when you said you saw someone else in the Haunted House back then,” you hummed back in reply. “You were just joking right?” She gripped your hand tightly as you looked at her worried face. “It was just a joke to rile us up, there wasn’t actually a huge masked man with a machete?”
Knowing full well what she wanted to hear you replied back, “yeah of course.” Nonchalantly shrugging it off like it was nothing. “It was a poor joke now that I think about it.” Guilt tugged at your insides but you knew you couldn’t scare her even more, now that you were all at an extremely unpredictable environment.
You heard her sigh in relief and hugged your sides, “I knew it. You’re such a bad liar.” You weakly laughed at her jest and tried to push the thoughts of the strange man away. When you finally arrived back to the place it looked like a proper abandoned house. All the lights were off, you should’ve expected that as it was way past their opening hours, but all the cars that you assumed were the employees’ were gone too. You and Mina knocked on every door and window to get a response but your own voices echoed back at the empty place.
What’s stranger is that you couldn’t find Jay anywhere too. His flashlight, however, was found on the ground near the exit of the house. You figured there was no way that he could have went inside for all the doors and windows were barricaded shut. After a good twenty minutes of searching around the perimeters of where he could have gone, you and Mina decided to get back to the car with a heavy heart. The walk was fast but silent, neither of you had anything to say to each other.
It was when you saw the car with one of the door opened that you two began running towards it. “Leigh-Anne?” Mina gasped at the sight of the empty car. “What’s going on?” she exclaimed, tears springing up her eyes and as you were about to reply, you finally saw him. The masked man from the Haunted House with his machete freshly coated in blood, stalking leisurely towards the both of you. Mina turned and widened her eyes at the sight, grabbing her hand in yours you both made a run for it into the woods.
Breathing heavily through your nose you could hear his boots thumping against the ground, his speed gaining close to you both. At one point you both let go of each other’s hands to run faster and soon you couldn’t hear or see her anymore.
 Knowing better than to call out her name and give out your location you began to look at your surroundings but it was so, so frustratingly dark. The kind of darkness that made your head ache from trying to see anything. The moonlight couldn’t offer any help for the trees’ thick foliage covered it all. Your eyes couldn’t make out anything and only when you heard Mina’s terrifying screams and a sudden silence through the dense forest did you find the strength to keep running.
Tears stung your eyes while your lungs burned like fire from overexertion. Tripping on a rock, you sobbed out a pathetic weep as you crawled forwards, not doubting that your knee was badly scraped in the process. Seeing as you were grabbing onto rocks, you glanced up to find a raging river in front of you.
Thick pairs of hands grabbed at your sides making you scream in response, kicking away at your assailant and scratching at his arms. The man grunted as he pinned your arms down with one hand swiftly and locked your legs together with his thighs. It was only then could you see your perpetrator clearly, his green eyes wide and dilated as he took in your form. Your breath was caught in your throat at how truly menacing he was up close. There was blood sprayed on his white mask and the smell of him thick with iron and sweat. For a moment you were paralysed with fear as he studied your face, fingers trailing your wet cheek softly along with your lips and nose.
The man came closer and placed his head between your breasts, breathing in the scent of you deeply. He must’ve lost himself in you for a moment as he caressed the curves of your body, relaxing his other grip on your hands. You made a quick decision to grasp onto a nearby stone to hit him straight on his temple. The man grunted in pain from your attack but didn’t fall in the end, your heart was at your throat when you realised you had messed up perhaps your only chance to escape. He glared angrily down at you and when you attempt at another swing, he blocked it by capturing your small wrists in his strong calloused ones.
“Agh!” you cried when he broke it with a simple squeeze, letting the rock fall from your hand. Nevertheless, that didn’t relent you from trying to fight him as you squirmed in his powerful hold. It was as if he knew that you weren’t planning to stop fighting him did he pick up the same rock you used to hit him with to successfully knock you out in one swift strike.
Groaning softly in pain, you feel yourself move through the air by a pair of secure arms. Looking ahead of you with your blurry vision, you saw the man stare ahead at a light that slowly came into view. There was a cabin dimly lit inside, tucked deep into the forestry and not that far from the river. You couldn’t bear to take a guess of what’s to happen to you the next time you woke up and so you let sleep cloud your consciousness instead.
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sams-sass · 4 years
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The Way You Love Me
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Happy Friday!! I have been wanting to write this for a while and had the day off, enjoy!! 
Summary: You and Sam against the world 
Pairings: Sam x Reader
Warnings: Language, fluff, angst, smut* (I sectioned it off in case you didn’t want to read it). 
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You were crouched outside the old barn, your knees sinking into the soft earth beneath you. The moon was full in the sky, its milky light shining against the water droplets on the leaves on the trees. The air was clean and clear, it was a cool summer night. Your gun was in your hands and a knife was slipped into your boot. You took a deep and calming breath into your lungs, listening to the insects sing their song before advancing towards the barn. There were noises of movement inside, voices and footsteps echoing around the old wood. You listened for a moment, trying to decipher how many there were based on the voices you heard. It sounded like five, a pack. You checked your gun again, closing your eyes against your fading hope. You kicked in the door and watched as they all turned towards you, menacing smiles on their faces. They began to change in front of you, claws extending and pupils dilating. Their smiles twisting against their overgrown teeth. You raised your gun, aiming straight at them. They stalked towards you, muscles bulging. You began to shoot at them, your aim precise and practiced. One swung at you; you were able to dodge it quickly. However, the other fist took you by surprise, hitting you directly in the gut. You wretched forward, the air leaving you. One of the wolves knocked the gun out of your hands. You weren't going down without a fight. Your fists swinging and legs kicking. You managed to pull the knife out of your boot and tried to stab the silver into them. A fist hit you directly in the jaw, your body crumpling with the force. You stood back up, your chest rising and falling with heavy and fast breaths. You hardly noticed the loud and sudden bang in the barn. Two men walked in with guns aimed and ready. Some of the wolves charged them while others stayed with you. You were able to gain control with less of them. Your knife sunk into one of their hearts. You heard the gunshots ringing from their guns. The other wolf dropped next to you. You looked over at the two men, the taller one had his gun raised.  
“Thank you.” You said through your ragged breaths. You wiped the back of your hand over your mouth, feeling the sticky and warm blood.  
“I’m Sam and this is my brother Dean.” He said stepping towards you.  
“Y/N.” You were feeling the adrenaline leaving your body, your racing heart relaxing in your chest.  
“What were you thinking coming in here all on your own?” Dean asked.  
“We’re hunters...is there any other way to do it?” You asked them, holding your side where the wolf had punched you. They both looked at you and then at each other. Dean’s face was hard while Sam wore a look of concern, his hazel eyes holding yours.  
“Here, let's get you some ice for that.” Sam pointed to your jaw. They lead you out to their car and Sam cracked an ice pack over his knee. You reached out your hand, but he overlooked it and placed it directly against your jaw. The fingers of his other hand curled around your shoulder.  
“Thanks.” You mumbled against the ice pack. Sam stifled a chuckle and sent a smile your way.  
“You did good in there.” He said, his eyebrows knitting together on his forehead as he checked the rest of your face for more injuries. You just stared at him. No one had ever complimented you before. Your heart rate picked up again and a short breath left your mouth. You were so lonely. Some nights the world seemed to swallow you whole into its chaotic center. You felt like you were in a constant battle for your heart and sanity. You didn’t know how much longer you could go on like this. Completely and utterly alone. There was a constant and overwhelming ache in your chest for the touch of another.  
“So did you.” You smiled at him with the side of your mouth that wasn’t covered with the ice pack. He looked into your eyes then, really looked into them and you felt the wave of heat wash over you. You shifted slightly feeling warm and cloudy under his gaze. He licked his lips and smiled, showing off dimples and his pink tongue.  
“Do you..uh do you wanna grab a drink?” He asked, taking the ice pack off your jaw, holding your eyes with his.  
“Yeah. I think I would like that, Sam.”  
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You were sitting on the windowsill in the motel. Hot and heavy tears fell down your face and into your pajama shirt. The moon was a small sliver in the sky, leaving the rest of the world in darkness. You sniffled and wiped your nose with your shirt.  
“Hey.” Sam whispered from his bed. You looked over to see him propped up on one elbow, his shaggy hair falling into his eyes. You lowered your head and covered your face with your hands, trying to hold back the fresh wave of tears. Sam climbed out of bed and walked over to you, placing his hands on your shoulders and pulling you to him. You buried your face in his massive chest and let yourself feel it. Fell all of it.  
“I couldn’t save her.” You whispered, your chin still shaking. Sam ran his hand over your hair and wrapped his other arm protectively around you.  
“You did your best. It's so hard to know we can’t save everyone, but that doesn’t make it hurt any less.” His voice was low in his chest. Before you could respond, he slid his hands down your body and hooked his hands under your thighs. He lifted you to him, placing you against his chest. You wrapped your legs around his waist and nuzzled your face into his shoulder. He walked back to the bed and sat on the edge, you in his lap. The two of you stayed like that until your eyes dried slightly and your body relaxed. He laid you down in the bed and smoothed his hands over the blanket, making sure you were comfortable. He kissed your forehead and then climbed into bed next to you, pulling you into him. He listened to the sound of your breathing and waited until it was completely steady before allowing himself to fall asleep.  
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You ran as fast as you could through the woods, hearing the blood pumping in your ears. The vamp was fast behind you, silently catching up to you. Your lungs were burning in your chest, your arms pumping by your sides. It had been bad; the hunt was a straight ambush. They came at you from all sides, one of them chased after you when Dean lit the house on fire. You turned and reached for your machete on your hip. The vamp caught up to you and grabbed you, violently yanking you towards him. His teeth sunk into your neck, pulling the blood through the wound. You let out a scream and pushed him off you with all your strength. He fell back with a smile. He was stronger now that he had fed. He stepped towards you again and with every ounce of energy you had left you swung your machete hard. His head falling to the ground before his body. You collapsed then too. Your vision getting fuzzy and your heart pounding in your chest. You tried to catch yourself, your hand leaning on a tree. It was too late and you had lost too much blood. You swallowed and felt your head tilt back before your knees gave out and you fell to the ground. You thought you heard Sam’s voice in the distance. It was too dark and you were too tired.  
Sam found you laying in the middle of the woods. The wound on your neck was bleeding profusely. He quickly took his jacket off and pressed it to your neck, trying to stop the bleeding. He cupped one side of your face with his hand, trying to get you to wake up. Your body was twitching slightly and your eyes were rolling in your head. He quickly gathered you into his arms and ran through the woods. He felt your hot and thick blood on his shirt as he threw himself into the impala.  
“Drive!” He yelled to Dean. They fishtailed out and raced back to the motel. Sam was trying to remain calm, trying to tell himself he could fix this, but you had already lost so much blood. He couldn’t lose you. You were his everything. You were the love of his life. He needed you for the good, the bad, and the ugly. You were his happiness. You were his peace and calm. He couldn’t get through another night without knowing you would be there next to him. He didn’t want to wake in the morning if he couldn’t wrap you tightly into his arms.  
Sam carried you into the motel room and laid you down onto the bed. He took a pair of scissors and cut your shirt open, ripping it from your body. He grabbed the dental floss and needle and held you down as Dean poured whiskey over the wound. Then Sam slowly and gently stitched you up, being as careful and as diligent as he could. His long fingers giving him the cleanest and neatest stich they could. He wiped down your wound with a cloth and warm water, wiping away all the blood. He taped gauze over it and waited for you to wake up. Your chest was coming in long and steady breaths. Sam sat beside you and checked your pulse regularly. He held your hand in his, running his thumb over your skin. Your eyes fluttered and rolled before opening. You moved your head and immediately winched in pain and tried to grab your neck. Sam stopped you, holding both your hands in his.  
“Hey, don’t move too much. You lost a lot of blood.” He said softly, trying not to scare you.  
“Sam.” That was all you said, his name and Sam’s chest tightened.  
“Y/N. You scared me so bad. I thought I lost you there for a moment.” Sam laid down next to you, looking into your eyes. You smiled at him, you looked weak, tired. He reached over and ran his fingertips along your cheek.  
“I thought I was gone for a moment too.” You whispered, your eyes closing at his touch.  
“I love you.” The words fell out of his mouth. Although he had thought it many times, this was the first time he had said it out loud. Your eyes shot open and your lips parted.  
“I love you too.” You said, your voice breathy.  
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Sam was behind you; your back was arched into the bed. His hips snapped against you forcefully. A covering of sweat coated your entire body. Your fingers gripped the sheets as pleasure completely consumed you. Sam twisted his hand into your hair, taking a fistful between his fingers. He yanked you up to him, your back pressed against his chest. His hips rolled and your mouth hung open at the new position. His mouth worked over your neck and shoulder. Teeth nipping at your hypersensitive flesh.  
“I love you so fucking much.” His voice was so deep it made his chest rumple against you. You let out a loud moan, his touch and words driving you over the edge. His mouth was right next to your ear. His breath on your skin made a shiver run down your spine.
“I love you too, Sam. So much.” Your voice was high pitched, your head tilted back against his shoulder.  
“Come for me, baby.” He commanded. That was all it took. Your eyes closed and a strangled sound left your mouth. You clamped down on him, pulling a low grunt from him. He came inside you, filling you with him. He held you tightly in his arms as he laid the two of you on the bed. His chest rose and fell with heavy breaths. Your heart was pounding in your chest. He wrapped his strong arms around you and kissed your back and neck.  
“Don’t ever let me go.” You said, turning your head to look at him.  
“Never.” He whispered, molding his lips to yours.  
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A sound in the hallway is what woke you up. Your face scrunched and you rolled over, not finding Sam. You sat up and ran your fingers over his side of the bed, your eyebrows furrowing on your forehead. You got up and walked into the bunker. You rubbed your eyes and yawned against the morning air. You walked into the library, expecting to see him hanging over a book. He wasn’t there. You made your way into the kitchen, not there either. Your hunter senses kicked in and you raced back to your room to grab your gun. Your hand caught the edge of the door frame and you skidded into the room. Sam was standing in the middle of the room, a shy smile on his face.  
“Happy Birthday.” He said, his smile growing wider. You stopped and took in a breath. He was holding a tray in his hands, your favorite breakfast on it.  
“What's all this?” You asked, taking a step towards him.  
“Baby, it’s your birthday, this is all for you.” He placed the tray down on the bed, sitting next to it. You smiled and crawled on the bed next to him. You shared the breakfast with longing stares and shy smiles.  
“Thank you for all this.” You said after you were both done eating.  
“One more thing.” He pulled a jewelry box from his pocket and handed it to you. You looked at him for a moment before opening the box. Inside sat a simple chain with two stones on it.  
“Our birthstones.” You whispered, your fingertips running over the necklace.  
“Well...yeah.” He was nervous, you could tell by the way he rubbed the back of his neck.  
“I love it. It’s perfect.” You looked him directly in the eye and felt yourself melt.  
“Yeah?” He perked up slightly, a wide smile spreading across his face.  
“Yeah. Thank you so much, Sam.” You took the necklace from the box and undid the clasp.  
“Here, allow me.” He took the necklace from you and waited for you to turn around. He laid it over your chest and did the clasp in the back. His hands ran down your arms, squeezing your skin slightly. You touched the necklace and looked up at him. This was it. This is what people talked about. This was love, real and passionate love. A love that stopped time. A love to cross oceans for. You jumped on him, wrapping your arms around his neck and held him tight. He laughed slightly, but quickly wrapped himself around you, holding you even tighter.  
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You were in your chair, a sweater draped across your shoulders. You set your cup of tea down on the table and turned the page in your book. A hand fell on your arm. You leaned your head back to see Sam standing behind you. His once chiseled and muscular body now lean and slightly wrinkled with time. You reached up and covered his hand with yours. A smile warmed your whole face. His fingers played with a strand of your graying hair.  
“Did you know your still as beautiful as the day I first saw you?” He said.  
“Well now, that’s a lie.” You laughed, watching the crinkles around his eyes deepen with his smile.  
“I mean it, Y/N. You and me. That’s all that matters.” He knelt in front of you, his hand coming up to touch the necklace he got you all those years ago.  
“You and me.” You agreed.
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slashersins · 3 years
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so i posted this little thing about getting abandoned in a cemetery . and it’s fuck up and all . but i was thinking after i wrote it that it’d be the ( almost ) perfect way to meet one of the slashers . here me out , 
so you’re a thirteen year old kid who’s been abandoned by a group of people at an old cemetery . that’s already the start of some horror movie . but like . . . fuck just . . . 
think of young and up and coming snuff film maker jesse cromeans . he’s out in some back water town looking for easy prey . maybe he’s already in the process of making a little movie . chasing some piggy into dense woods he’s previously scoped out . he gets creative . he makes sure her screams are the loudest when thunder rumbles and booms out shaking the earth . he’s bloodied , his little piggy all dead . and now he just needs to get rid of the body . easy enough , he knows there’s an old cemetery near by . but when he shows up there’s just . . . this kid . a kid who isn’t supposed to be in this place , especially not this late at night and especially not when it’s storming . and jesse is observant . he sees how you sob and shake and desperately try to open the gate , he sees how it’s been bent to stick in place , and he knows you didn’t do that yourself . some part of him feel for you . but he doesn’t approach . the corpse forgotten by the outer egde . 
he waits , seeing if someone will come to get you but after fifteen minutes pass no one shows up . so he moves closer . soon he’s on the outside of the gate . and you’re looking up with puffy red eyes and fear . jesse knows he’s intimidating with his height and mask , he knows you’re scared . so he’s slow with his movements . carefully undoing the makeshift lock and letting the gate fall open . he expects you to run , but you stay in the mud , sniffling as you stare up . he stays with you , keeping lookout for someone who might be coming for you , making choices of whether to just get his car and take you to some gas station so you can have help finding your way home . of leaving you here alone . but the way you looked at him tells him that you need him with you . so he stays until he hears the sound of a car and sees the shine of headlights . he’s gone but watching , making sure you’re inside the car before he’s taking the corpse he’d left outside the gate and goes back into the wood . waiting for a clearing so he can dump the body and leave . 
maybe a few years later . maybe a lot of years later , you’re working at some coffee shop or something , and a tall man walks in , ordering his coffee on his electronic text to talk . you smile up and tell him it’ll be a few minutes .and something about your face tugs at him . it brings up an old memory . be blinks down at you , watching you , his eyes glance to your name tag , memorizing it for later . you make his coffee , serve him , all with a smile . all while jesse has been googling you , searching , looking at old pictures and his suspicions are proven true . you’re the kid who was abandoned . all grown up . he’s curious . wondering about you . and maybe , just maybe he’ll stop by the coffee shop again . he remembers you , but to you remember him ?
or or or or or , this take !
same situation . but this time it’s painfully close to the land that surrounds camp crystal lake . you’re supposed to be in the near by town on vacation with your dad . you’re still taken and cruelly left alone in a cemetery . but even more lost as you don’t know anything about this area . you’re panicked , so fucking scared . more than likely your step sister and her friends going to fuck around on camp crystal lake . you don’t notice the lumbering undead giant watching you . you’re technically on his land , which means he has every right to kill you . but something about the way you cry and sob and desperately claw and shove at the gate reminds him so much of drowning . feeling abandoned and alone . 
he isn’t sure what to do , but he won’t let you suffer . not like he had . so he moves , slowly and quietly . you don’t notice him until lighting hits and you look terrified as he raises his machete . it breaks his heart to know that you’re terrified of him , that he’s causing you so much fear . but he swings his blade down , breaking the gate for you . he opens it , and takes off his ratty jacket and puts it over your shoulders . offers you his hand . you’re panting and scared , slowly reaching out for his hand . then the bells ring . someone’s on his land . 
he makes a motion for you to stay there and then heads towards camp . he finds two boys and two girls , drunk and laughing . he’s stalking forward , ready to end their lives when one of them mentions a kid they left at the cemetery . it makes jason want to kill them more , but he pauses . if he kills these teenagers then it’s likely you wont have a way home . you’re already cold and soaked to the bone and suffering . so instead of murder jason decides he will scare them off . it’s the first time he’s let anyone drive off his property . but no sooner are they in the car does jason take off towards you . he wants to make sure they get to you , that they don’t forget you . 
he’s satisfied that the teens show up , screaming at you to get into the car . he sees how you looks back , searching for something , searching for him , hands holding his jacket tightly around you . he supposes , that just this once it would be fine . so long as he could help someone in a way he never was . 
year later when the bells rings again , like the always have and always will , he goes to inspect . he doesn’t see a group . just one . it will be easy and quick . he watches , waiting for the right moment when they see the intruder pull out an old ratty jacket that looks familiar . 
you smile down at it , brushing your finger tips over the worn fabric as you look around the camp . you don’t really remember if the man had been real not . but you had proof . didn’t you ? 
memories flood jason as he sees your face , and remembers the small shaking child that made his chest clench . he can’t stop his feet as he walks forward , looming over you , gazing down . you jump slightly , started as you stare up at a familiar face . but your shock turns to awe and excitement . a gentle joy on your features . you take the jacket and hold it up in offering . you never got to tell him thank you . and now you could .
BUT THEN THERE’S THIS ?
bubba being out and causing a ruckus with his brothers . they’re young and silly , bubba not yet wearing the face of someone else but a full face thin leather mask that fits awkwardly and has his hair pointing out in all directions . 
he hears your cries through the storm . he’d been on his way back to his house with nubbins and chop top . but he’s pulled towards the noises of distress , some of his own filling the night air . he stumbles through trees and mud to find the place where these sounds come from . he’s even more worried when he sees you there . trapped and almost caged like a farm animal  but you’re just a kid , younger than he is . his inner mother hen comes out , rushing towards you babbling and squealing , trying to convey that it’s all okay . 
his normal skittishness is gone as he forces open the gate . getting on his knees and tilting his head , babbling at you curiously , trying to calm your sobs . you’re barely able too . and he sneaks up closer , making a soft noise . it’s gonna be okay , he might be able to do much but he’ll help . somehow it calms you and you scoot up , closer , cold and feeding off of the stranger’s warmth . 
bubba makes a quick decision to take your hand . he’ll walk you to dratyon’s gas station . it’s warm there . you let him guide you , stumbling a bit , but bubba never lets go of your hand . dratyon’s pissed when bubba shows up , starting to yell until his attention is taken by you shaking and soaked and muddy and all sobbed out . now he’s cursing for a different reason . blankets and a warm drink are given as bubba fusses over you and whines and whimpers . he’s angry . he’s worried . you looked so lost and scared . 
your step sister and her friends show up , frantic , asking if drayton has seen any kids come in or - he points to you . and they sigh in relief . they take you home , bubba hovering . you manage to get out a thank you before your shoved into the car .
it’s been a few years since you been this far out . here to visit your dad . when you pass a familiar gas station , it makes you pause . so you turn the truck around and walk inside .the old man behind the counter hasn’t seemed to change much over the years . and you wave and smile , asking if he remembers the girl who came in late one night worse for wear . he barks out a laugh that he does , and asks if you’re that girl . you smile and nod . then you ask about the older kid who’d helped you . and drayton pauses , thinking to himself . he admits that it’s been his youngest brother . and asks if you’d like to come over for dinner to see him . you beam and nod your head yes . it’s be nice to see him again . 
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samdeancass · 3 years
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Vampire Life
Requested by: Anonymous
Pairing: Enzo x reader, Dean x reader
Genre: Angst, Fluff
Characters: Enzo, Y/N, Dean, Sam
A/N: Part 2 to Augustine
Description: Y/N hasn’t seen the Winchesters since she was turned into a vampire. Upon chance, the Winchesters end up in the same town as her and Enzo. 
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The scent of blood flooded your senses as you neared your prey. The closer you crept, the stronger the scent became. You felt your fangs protrude from your gums and your eyes blackened as your vampire side took over you.
Slowly you crept up behind your prey, stalking their every move, and pounced, their legs buckling underneath them. Your fangs pierced the neck and you began to suck, the metallic taste of the blood hitting the back of your throat.
"Well done, my love." You stood up and wiped the excess blood off your face before walking over to Enzo, wrapping your arms around his waist. "Not bad for a first time, eh?" You winked at Enzo before walking away from the scene, leaving him to clean up the remnants.
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It has been a few weeks since you met Enzo and began your new life as a vampire. At first it was tough trying to deal with your heightened emotions and the excruciating hunger for blood, but Enzo had gotten you through it. He had been your rock through your transition and you couldn't thank him enough. Because of your previous life as a hunter, you outright refused to feed on people so Enzo had been helping you to hunt and feed on animals.
The only regret you had was leaving Sam and Dean, especially Dean. They had been part of your life for so long. You had meant to visit the boys, but you had been so caught up with adjusting to vampirism that you hadn't even called them. Secretly, you were hoping that you would bump into them, just so you could tell them how amazing your experience had been.
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Sam was sitting at the library table with his fingers dancing over the laptop keys whilst Dean was rummaging through some box that he found in the storage room.
"Dean, I think I've found something." Sam turned the laptop around expecting to see Dean at the other end of the table ready to read about the new case. Instead, he was met with Dean's backside still in the air with half of his body emerged into the box.
A small smirk graced Sam's face as an idea popped into his head. He jumped up from the table and quietly walked around to Dean. He laughed quietly to himself before kicking Dean's ass, causing him to fall head first into the box.
Sam fell on the floor laughing with tears falling down his face at the sight of Dean's flailing legs above the box. "SAMMY! Get me the hell out!" Between laughs, Sam managed to muster the strength to pull him out of the box, revealing a very red-faced and frustrated Dean.
Dean shot Sam a death glare before spotting the laptop on the table and walking over to it, whacking him on the back of the head. His eyes scanned the screen and widened when he spotted some worrying words: 'bodies drained of blood'.
He looked at Sam and a silent message was sent between them. "You don't think it's Y/N, do you?" Sam shook his head and placed his hands on his hips. "I'm not sure, Dean. We don't know how Enzo has influenced her. He could have made her into a monster."
A sinking feeling filled Dean as he thought about having to kill you, his best friend. He leant on the table and banged it in frustration. "Godammit! Why does this always happen?!"
Sam patted his brother on the shoulder and began to make his way towards the Impala. "I'm sure we'll be able to sort something out with her. After all, she is our best friend." A sense of doubt was evident as Sam finished speaking. Truthfully, he didn't know how you were going to react to he and Dean rolling up and confronting you.
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In the distance, you could hear a sound that you thought you would never hear again: the distinct rumble of a 1967 Chevrolet Impala. You jumped up out of your seat and ran out of the diner towards the sound, leaving Enzo sitting alone and confused.
When the Impala rolled up outside of the diner, heightened excitement coarsed through your body. You had a feeling that the Winchesters would be in town due to the number of dead bodies that have been found, but you never thought that they would arrive so soon. Usually they waited a little while to gather as much information as they could about a case before they headed out.
Sam got out of the car first and walked over to you, a shocked expression on his face. He picked you up in his arms and twirled you around, placing a small kiss on the top of your head. Dean, on the other hand, didn't seem so pleased to see you. As Sam ventured into the diner, you walked towards Dean with your arms outstretched to him.
"Hey, Deanie." He looked at you and scoffed before closing the car door and walking straight inside, completely ignoring your attempt to hug him. Your eyebrows knitted in confusion at his odd behaviour before following him inside.
You took your seat next to Enzo whilst the brothers sat opposite you. You engaged in a conversation with Sam, telling him about the new exciting things about your life and how Enzo has been supporting you. Enzo took your hand and kissed it, much to Deans’ misery. 
Throughout the conversation, he had kept his eyes on the both of you, especially Enzo, and looked extremely displeased when you told the brothers about drinking animal blood. The brothers looked at each other with questioning looks and excused themselves to talk outside. You pecked Enzo on the cheek and followed the Winchesters, ready to question their weird behaviour.
Stepping out of the diner, you noticed Sam and Dean huddled over the hood of the Impala having a serious conversation. You began to sneak up behind them quietly, eager to eavesdrop on their conversation. Thanks to your heightened hearing, you didn’t have to move far before you tuned in.
“Dean, if she’s drinking animal blood then it’s not her dropping the bodies. We need to talk to her and see if she knows anything.” Dean leaned closer into the Impala, taking in a deep breath. “I don’t know if I can, Sam. Seeing her with him, drinking blood. I just don’t know if I can trust her.” Sam placed his hands on Deans’ shoulders in an attempt to comfort him. “She’s still the same person, Dean. The only thing that’s changed is what she eats. Y/Ns still our best friend and nothing will ever change that. Let’s just go and talk to her.”
When both of the brothers turned around they spotted you standing in the entrance to the diner, blocking their way. You narrowed your eyes and walked towards them, slow and steady. They began to back away until the backs of their legs hit the Impala. You stopped right in front of them before pointing your finger in Deans’ chest.
“You know, Dean. You could have just asked me about what was going on, I would have told you that it wasn’t me. After all that we’ve been through together I would have thought that you’d be able to trust me, vampire or not.” You backed away before looking at Sam. “I’m willing to work with you two on this case, but when it’s over, you best get the hell out of town.” 
You walked back into the diner, leaving Sam and Dean standing in shock. 
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Working with the Winchesters was harder than you cared to admit. You knew that Dean still harboured those feelings for you, so you could immediately sense the tension between him and Enzo. After what happened in the parking lot, you only really talked to the brothers in relation to the case. You did regret what you said to them both, but you were still a little angry that they didn’t trust you enough to ask outright what was going on. 
After a little investigating, you had managed to find out the group of vampires who were dropping the bodies and decided to put together your abilities to take them out. 
The drive down to the building was a quiet one. Tension was very evident in the air, especially between you and Dean. You could tell that he was sorry but due to his stubborn nature, he wouldn’t apologise to you. Both you and Enzo were sat in the back of the Impala, holding each others hands. You had told him about what had happened between you and the brothers and he was nothing but supportive of you.
Once you arrived at the destination, all 4 of you exited the Impala and made your way towards it. You didn’t know how many were in there, so you all had decided to split up: Sam with Enzo, Dean with you. It seemed logical to have vampiric strength on each side, but you would have rathered go with Sam, at least he was more understanding. 
Sam and Enzo headed around the back of the building whilst you and Dean headed towards the front. Dean walked in front of you, taking his usual protective stance. He stopped at the front door and turned around, opening his mouth to speak. “Listen, Y/N....” 
You placed a finger to his lips and leant your ear up to the door, listening for any signs of movement. “Not now, D. There’s about 5 of them in there. If we go now, we’ll be able to catch them off guard.” Dean moved out of the way when you opened the door and followed you inside, closing it behind him.
Sounds of scuffling already filled the room when you walked further in. Both you and Dean looked at each other before running towards the sound, only to find Sam and Enzo pinned down on the floor by 3 vampires. You readied yourself into a fighting stance and baring your fangs whilst Dean took the machete out of its case and holding it out in front of him. 
“I thought you said there were 5.” Both Dean and you looked around the room for any sign of the missing vampires. You managed to tune out any background noise and tried to focus your hearing on anything out of the ordinary. You picked up on heavy breathing coming from behind you and turned around, pouncing on the vampire. Dean did the same, slashing and stabbing at the vampire. 
Blood and guts covered both you and Dean once you were finished. You both turned around to rescue Sam and Enzo, only to find them standing up with the vampires hands around their necks. You growled in anger at the threatening stances whilst Dean began to storm forward towards his brother. 
The vampire holding Sam dug his nails into his neck, causing blood to come to the surface. Dean stopped in his tracks, slowly raising his hands in surrender and backing away. You managed to gain Enzo’s eye contact. You could tell that he was a little worried about the situation. You nodded in an effort to calm him down and let him know that everything was going to be OK.
Slowly, you grabbed the knife that you kept in your waistband and threw it at the vampires, piercing ones shoulder. With the vampires distracted, Sam and Enzo managed to get themselves free and readied themselves for a fight, machete and fangs at the ready. 
One of the vampires lunged themselves toward you, only to have their head chopped off by Dean. Dean gave you a charming smile and ran over to help his brother. You ran over to Enzo just as he ripped the vampires throat out, embracing him in a hug. You looked deep into his eyes and kissed him, pouring all of your feelings and emotions into it. 
Clearing of throats is what pulled you both away from each other, a little embarrassed about the PDA. “If you’re done snogging each others faces off, we need to dispose of these bodies.” You rolled your eyes at Dean before heaving a body over your shoulder and took it outside to the back of the building to burn it.
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The Winchesters didn’t stay long after ganking the vampires. You were upset to see them leaving, especially because you had unfinished business with them. Pulling them both aside tears began to travel down your cheeks, the emotions of the last few days finally showing themselves.
Sam took the lead first by wrapping you up in his arms and kissing you on the head. “We’ll see each other soon, Y/N. That is, if you still want to see us.” You nodded your head and gave him a small smile before he headed over to the Impala. 
This left you and Dean standing awkwardly in front of each other. Both of you opened your mouths to say something, but nothing came out. Instead, Dean opened his arms to invite you for a hug. You walked straight into them, the familiar scent of leather and whiskey enveloping your senses. Dean pulled you away and looked down at you, winding a stray hair behind your ear. 
“I’m so sorry, Y/N. I should have trusted you. I should have known that you wouldn’t have been the one killing those people. I think my emotions got the better of me and I wasn’t thinking straight.” You looked up into Deans eyes and gave him a comforting smile. 
“It’s alright, Deanie. I overreacted. I should know by now how your mind thinks. It’s being a vampire, it heightens everything.” Dean stiffened at the word ‘vampire’ but soon softened when you rubbed comforting circles into his palm. “You’ll get used to it soon enough.”
Dean nodded and kissed the top of your head in goodbye. He began to walk away before stopping and turning his head back. “If Enzo does anything, and I mean anything, I will grind his bones into dust before ganking him, OK?” 
You rolled your eyes and pushed Dean away, smiling a little at his over-protective nature. “You’d have to get in line.” Dean laughed before waving goodbye and getting into the car. The rumble of the Impala filled the air and you watched as the car rolled off into the distance, a small tear sliding down your cheeks. “Take care my boys.” 
You felt two strong arms wrap around your waist and a pair of lips attach themselves to the back of your neck. You smiled and turned yourself around in his arms, attaching your lips to his.
“Shall we take this inside, my love? Your all tense and I know a perfect way to ease it.” Enzo broke the kiss, took your hand and led you inside, ready to ease all of the frustration coursing through your body.
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rrickgrrimes8 · 3 years
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Normality is Death
Chapter Four ~ Atlanta and the Vatos
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It has been a few days since Addie last spoke to me but it's for the best really. We're not supposed to be together and it took me a while to figure that out but now I know and I won't ever forget it. I know she's been avoiding me since we almost kissed and I guess I've made my peace with that but today that ends. Today, we have to go into Atlanta for a supply run. It was a normal thing for me and Addie to go on a run together but today I felt different. I don't know whether or not it's because of my nerves or maybe something completely different all I know is that I'm scared more then I would be usually. I guess I could put it down to the reckless asshole that put the biters on high alert. What happened was that Mitchell said he saw some dude enter Atlanta on horseback and be surprised by the biters and got cornered in a tank or something. He's probably dead now though, everyone thinks it as no one makes it out of Atlanta after making that much noise and I'd be very surprised if he was alive. 
The supply run should be easy today as we gave it a couple of days before going out and just so they wouldn't be on such high alert. I haven't spoken to Addie about coming with me but she hasn't spoken to me either so I guess she's still planning on joining me.
I stepped out of my shared house, ignoring the blazing Atlanta heat and walked over to Mitchell, "Still going on a run today, right?" I asked him to which he nodded. "Yeah. Addie's waiting for you at the gate." I smiled at him and span around mentally preparing myself to face Addie.
"Oh and Jacey?" Mitchell called after me.
"Yeah."
"Stay safe. I know somethings going on between the two of you I don't want that to cloud your judgement. Be smart about it, alright?" I nodded at his words internally sighing and walked away.
I approached the gates seeing Addie stood there nervously and holding a rifle and my machete and handgun. "You ready?" I asked her snapping her out of her daze she nodded curtly before motioning the people on watch to open the gate. 
"Well this is going to be fun," I muttered to myself before taking my weapons and leaving camp.
Upon arriving in Atlanta you could tell that the biters had maybe doubled in numbers since our last run. I sensed Addie's fear to which I just looked at her and smiled, "We'll be okay, we always are." She smiled back and relaxed slightly before taking the lead and heading into the city centre careful not to cross closely to any biters. I pulled my hood up as we passed through the numerous remains of what once were people and kept close to Addie before turning into the first alleyway. 
"So what's the plan today?" She asked looking over her shoulder for biters and then back to me.
"Just the usual. Hit the mini markets and then see what we get," I shrugged at her before continuing, "Oh and Mitchell mentioned the other day to get some more clothes if we could." She smiled softly and nodded.
"You ready, Grimes?"
"Always, Smith."
We said to each other before running out of the alley and across the street ignoring the reactions we were getting from the many biters we crossed.
Addie and I got to the other side easily and snuck into the first shop. We shuffled quickly through each shelf grabbing what we needed and leaving everything we didn't. It was all going so well until we heard voices. Neither me nor Addie spoke we just watched through the window closely. The voices couldn't be more then a store away from us and we probably wouldn't have been able to hear them if they weren't being so damn loud. 
"You got a lot of balls for a Chinaman." One of the men remarked in a deep southern accent. I rolled my eyes at his words and looked over to Addie, who looked terrified. 
"I'm Korean." The other man, who sounded more youthful than the other man, corrected him. I looked back over to Addie and mouthed 'I'll be right back. Don't move.' She attempted to call after me as I left the shop but I ignored her and discreetly followed the voices, finding them in an alley. 
Still hidden around the corner I heard one of them say, "Whatever." I walked away from the pair hoping that they hadn't seen me yet. 
I was about to leave for good until I heard a small familiar scream pierce the air, "Jacey!" I span around to see a biter almost taking a piece out of her neck. I got my gun out quickly not thinking about the sound it'll draw and shot. It hit the corpse perfectly and Addie ran back over to me. 
"Hey! You two!" a hushed voice called to us from the right. I looked over to see one of the men from the alleyway before. He was a younger man wearing a t-shirt and a cap and holding a bag of guns with the bold lettering of 'SHERIFF' on the side. 
"What the hell are you thinking, setting that off?" I rolled my eyes at him and got ready to retort but he interrupted, "Forget it you've gotta follow me it's not safe out in the street." 
"Yeah well it's probably not safe with you neither," Addie snapped. 
"Just follow me, okay? The way you came from is blocked off now this is the only option." I looked behind me and sure as hell, he was telling the truth, about a dozen or so biters clambered across the street towards us. I heard Addie gasp in shock causing me to grab her wrist and pull her in the direction the man told us to. 
Once we get into the alley I see the mans friend on the floor being beaten by what looks to be a metal pole. The two men who were beating him pushes me to the ground and one of them hits me across the face. I hear Addie scream and I look up to see those pricks grabbing both her and that guy, attempting to throw them in the back of the truck. I spat out some blood and looked to my side grabbing a crossbow and shooting at the guy, who had Addie, in the ass. I pushed myself up and ran after them but missed them by a mere second as they drove away. 
"No Addie!" I shout after the car and got ready to run after them but was pulled back by two arms. 
"Stop struggling yer damn bitch," He growls to me before throwing me next to a younger boy. 
The redneck picks up his crossbow and aims it at the pair of us, "Tell me where they jus' took ma friend." The boy next to me looks scared but I just roll my eyes and grab my gun aiming it right back at him. 
"I don't fucking know," I hear voices call for the man to stop but I ignore them and push him out the way and ran back into the now biter filled street. 
"Hey get back here woman!" I hear him shout before one of his friends closes the gate between us. 
"No can do asshole. See ya in hell!" I walked away from the group setting myself down in the closest store. I had to fight back the tears thinking about what they could be doing to my girl right now. She could be dead already for all I know and it would be my fault. My thoughts drifted back to the man that was taken with Addie. He was nice - unlike his friend - maybe he's protecting her like he was trying to do before. I bow my head thinking about all the places I know of in Atlanta hoping to have any clue of finding them. 
I've got to save them.
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Rick paced around the room slowly, looking back and forth between the boy, whose name he learnt to be Miguel, and Daryl. Daryl was angry it had been clear since the start of this endeavour and Rick could almost fear that. He understood that a man could do a lot of damage on anger alone. 
"Those men you were with, we need to know where they went," The officer spoke down to the boy. 
"I ain't telling you nothing," He spoke sternly and with as much confidence he could muster causing Shane to sigh and sit back on to one of the tables. 
T-dog looked over to Daryl and asked, "Jesus, man. What the hell happened back there?" 
Daryl looked up at him and sneered, "I told you, this turd and his douchebag friends came out of nowhere and jumped me." 
"You're the one who jumped me, puto, screaming about trying to find his brother like it's my damn fault." Miguel sassed rolling his eyes at Daryl's madness. 
"They took Glenn n' that other girl too. Coulda took Merle as well," He justified a hint of sadness in his voice once he spoke about his brother. 
"Merle? What kind of hick name is that? I wouldn't name my dog Merle," Miguel laughed at him causing Daryl to try and kick him which Rick intervened. 
"Damn it, Daryl. Back off." Daryl moves away sitting in the background still giving the boy a dirty look. 
The redneck looked over to Miguel once again and moved over to his back, unwrapping his brother's hand, "Want to see what happened to the last guy that pissed me off?" Daryl dropped the cold hand onto the boy's lap making him freak out. Shane picked up the hand and put it back in the bag ignoring the laughs he got from Daryl, "Next imma gonna start with the feet."
After the boy calmed down T-dog looked over to Daryl and inquired, "Hold on you said they took some girl, who was she?" 
"Yeah, and who was that girl you were shouting after?" Shane joined and looked at the redneck. 
"Don't know who they are. They were just with Glenn," He shrugged. 
"Then why the hell did you point your crossbow at her? She could've helped us." Rick scolded him. 
"I thought she might've been on their side," Daryl attempted to explain, "She was a bitch anyway, doubt she woulda helped shit." 
"She was just a kid, puto, a badass one but still just a kid," Miguel added seemingly almost fully recovered from seeing that hand and the threats Daryl made afterwards. 
"How do you know?" The brunette man asked. 
"Dunno she just looked it. Couldn't be more than 15." Both Rick and Shane's heart seemed to sink at his reply - she was just a kid. A kid that was the same age as Ricks daughter when she died. Knowingly Shane looked over to his brother, a sigh getting caught in between his lips as he looks at the face of sorrow and grief he had on. 
"She was only 15, Daryl!" Rick snapped at Daryl, "And you were prepared to kill her for nothing!" Both Daryl and T-dog looked at the man in shock and if he was honest with himself he was shocked too. Why all of a sudden did he care so much for a girl he had never met. Shane sped over to his partner and pushed him back slightly, "You gotta chill brother." Rick looked at him with a death glare and then back at Daryl.
"Chill man she had her gun on me anyways. Was kinda askin' for it." 
Shane rolled his eyes ignoring Ricks anger towards the man and moved back over to Miguel, "The men you were with took our friend. All we want to do is talk to them, see if we can work something out."
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Addie faced the wall not daring to make a noise as the man she met from earlier sat closely as if he was ready to protect her. She felt herself begin to cry letting the bad thoughts of what these people could do to them take over. But the worst one she could think about was that she'd never get to see Jacey again. 
"Hey, it's okay. Please don't cry," The boy next to her whispered, "My friends will get us out of here. I promise." Although she weakly smiled at him they both knew it was fake - they were both terrified there was no denying it. 
"Thanks for what you did back there," He looked over to the girl confused, "For trying to help me and my friend. She'd hate for me to admit this but you really saved our asses even if it brought us to this."
He smiled at her and said, "Its no problem really. I mean I'm guessing you're only young it would've been wrong to leave you with a ton of walkers. My names Glenn by the way."
"Addie. I would shake your hand if I weren't tied up," Glenn laughed, "and yeah I guess were younger I'm 16 and my friend is 14."
"14, Jesus. She's so young and I mean so are you but she's like just started high school," Glenn muttered sadly, this world was too hard for a girl that young. 
"If you got to know her you wouldn't expect her to be that young. She's pretty badass."
"I could tell. She shot that Walker and you know didn't miss. Whenever I try it takes me a few times," Addie laughs at his embarrassed face.
"I think she's had practise though. Our leader taught her a lot but her dad was a cop before all of this and he taught her some stuff."
"Another cop, Jesus, do they grow on trees," Glenn whispers inwardly but Addie still hears it.
"What do you mean?" she leans her head back onto the wall, still looking at him.
"Oh we just have two cops in our group and you guys have another one. It's kind of stupid saying out loud I understand lots of people are cops I just... I honestly don't know nevermind," They both laugh, him doing it more out of embarrassment rather than humour.
Addie sighed sadly, "Her dad isn't in our group though. He died before I even met her."
"I'm sorry to hear that. Do you know how?"
"Gunshot." She stated simply remembering back to the conversation they had about him.
"Wait, no way! No was one of the cops in our group! He got left behind or something but reunited with his wife and son. They all thought he was dead," He excitedly yelled, still remembering the tearjerking reunion.
Addie looked shocked at the man's claim and was about to answer with a bombardment of questions but was interrupted when the door slammed open.
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The four men enter the hideout guns raised and moving in a way best described to be as a troop of soldiers. Rick took the lead, a shotgun in hand, and a look of pure determination to get his friend back, alive. Miguel shakily walked in front of them, arms tied behind his back. 
"You sure your up for this?" Shane looks to the group. 
"Yes," T-dog replies as Rick starts to nod. 
As if it was on cue, a group of older men, some that Daryl could recognise from earlier, came pouring out of the building. The leader, Guillermo, walked ahead of the group and up to Miguel checking out any bruises he may have, "you okay, little man?" 
In response, Miguel shook his head biting his lip softly, "They're gonna cut off my feet, carnal." 
"Cops do that?" He asked him looking over at the group, eyeing Rick's sheriff hat and Shane's cap. 
"Not them. This redneck puto here. He cut off some dude's hand, man. He showed it to me." Guillermo looked at Daryl his eyes grazing over his crossbow. 
"Shut up," He spat roughly. 
Out of nowhere, another man came out of the building his gun raised to the group of men, "Hey where's that puto? The one that shot me in the ass with an arrow?" The man looked over the group men still not spotting the girl that did this to him. 
"Chill, ese, chill. Chill. This true? They want Miguelito's feet? That's pretty sick, man," Guillermo looked at the group scoffing. 
"We were hoping for a calm discussion," Rick clarified. 
"That hillbilly jumps Felipe's little cousin, beats on him, threatens to cut off his feet and some girl shoots Felipe with an arrow in the ass and you want a calm discussion? You fascinate me." 
"Heat of the moment. Mistakes were made from both sides," He said looking over at the redneck. 
"Where is that girl anyway? Hiding in the bushes to ambush us?" Felipe gulped as Guillermo spoke and looked at the nearby bushes. 
"No. She's not with us. Was just in the wrong place at the wrong time and so was her friend," Shane spoke up. 
Guillermo nodded still unsure and looked over to Daryl as he spoke, "You got my brother in there?" 
"Sorry, we're fresh out of white boys. But I've got an Asian and an African American. You interested?" 
Rick stepped forward looking at Guillermo intimidatingly, "I have one of yours, you have two of mine. Sounds like a good enough trade." 
Guillermo shook his head looking back at Rick just as fiercely, "Don't sound even to me." 
"G, come on, man," Miguel begged. 
"Not only do my people got attacked but you offer an unfair trade. Where's the compensation for their pain and suffering? More to the point, where's my bag of guns?" 
Rick shrugged, "Guns?" 
"The bag Miguel saw in the street. The bag Felipe and Jorge were going back to get. That bag of guns." 
Shane looked to the man who was still eyeing Rick suspiciously, "You're mistaken." 
The man shakes his head saying, "I don't think so." 
"About it being yours. It's my bag of guns," Rick shares. 
"The bag was in the street. Anybody could come around and say it was theirs. I'm supposed to take your word? What's to stop my people from unloading on you right here and now and I take what's mine?" 
"You could do that or not," Rick says pointing back to T-dog, who was hidden behind a wall, a sniper in hand. Guillermo looks to T-dog and back at his group and nodded to them. 
Seconds later, two men appear on the roof dragging behind them a girl and a man with bags over there head, "I see two options. You come back with Miguel and my bag of guns, everybody walks. Or you come back locked and loaded, we'll see which side spills more blood." The gang turned around heading back inside the building and leaving Rick, Shane, Miguel, Daryl and T-dog behind. 
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Rick say down the bag of guns in front of the group and thought silently for a moment. He starts to divide the guns up causing Daryl to scoff, "Them guns are worth more than gold. Gold won't protect your family or put food on the table. You're gonna give that up for them kids?" 
T-dog joined in looking at the angry Daryl and conflicted Rick, "If I knew we'd get Glenn and the girl back, I might agree. But you think that Vato across the way is just gonna hand them over?" 
"You calling g a liar?" Miguel almost shouted, drawing Daryl over to him. 
"Are you apart of this? You want to hold onto your teeth?" Daryl threatened, slapping him sharply. 
"Question is do you trust the man's word?" T-dog questioned. 
"No, question is what are you willing to bet on it? Could be more than them guns? Could be your life? Glenn and some stranger worth that to you?" Daryl countered looking at Rick. 
"What life I have I owe to him. I was nobody to Glenn, just some idiot stuck in a tank. He could have walked away, but he didn't. Neither will I. And let's not forget that stranger is just a kid. If that was your own kid you wouldn't leave her behind, would you?" Shane looked at the man and felt his heartbreaking. Maybe Rick knew she was left behind maybe Lori didn't even tell him. To Shane, it didn't matter he saw that the man was struggling. 
Daryl ignored the question and continued, "So you're gonna hand the guns over?" 
"I didn't say that. Nothing is keeping you three here. You should get out, head back to camp," Rick directed at them. 
To which T-dog shook his head, "And tell your family what?" 
"Come on, this is nuts. Just do like g says," Miguel tells them the fear evident in his eyes. 
Shane looked to Rick again and whispered, "Brother I think you should go back to camp." 
Rick's head snapped to him upon hearing his words, "What?" 
"I think you need to leave. All this," He paused looking back at the hideout, "It's getting too personal for you." 
Rick sighed, "Glenn saved my life. I'm not leaving him." Rick sat up from sorting the guns and went to the window. 
"You know full well this is not about Glenn," He snapped causing him to bow his head, refusing to look at his best friend. 
"That girl, whoever she is reminds you of Jacey. I get that, of course, I do b-but it's not her," Shane told him, "Jacey's gone, man, and that fucking sucks but there's nothing we can do about it." The officer shut his eyes fighting off tears. 
"I'm sorry Rick. I'm so sorry but you need to leave. You just found out Jacey is dead you can't be here. Hell, you shouldn't have come out, to begin with." 
"I'm fine. I can deal with it," He attempted to convince Shane. 
"No you can't," He sighed, "You snapped at Daryl earlier for pointing his weapon at some kid just because she was around Jacey's age." 
Rick slid down the wall leaning his head against the rough bricks, "When he said that she couldn't be more then 15 I guess uh I thought what if it was her. I thought that I might get my angel back," He confessed breaking the silence between the pair. 
"She's gone, Rick," He said causing Rick to cry to himself quietly. 
"Head back to camp okay, take T-dog with you. Just be with your family okay? It's what you need right now," He looked at him unsure, "If not for you, do it for Carl. He misses his sister more than anything. And no matter what I tell him he doesn't believe she's dead," Rick nodded sadly, standing up and wiping away any sign of tears. 
"T-dog you go back with Rick. Take the spare car," T-dog nodded but looked confused at the teary-eyed male. 
"I'll see you back at home, brother," He said to his friend hugging him tightly. 
They left soon after leaving Daryl, Shane and Miguel in the room. "What the hell? You just sent away half of the group. How we supposed to protect ourselves?" Daryl snarls. 
"We'll be fine." Daryl glared at the man unsatisfied with his answer but remained silent.
"Why'd he leave anyway?" Miguel asked curiously as if he weren't the hostage. 
"He lost his kid. I didn't want him to lose it when we're facing them and lose his life too," Daryl nodded to the man almost sympathetically despite the obvious hatred between the two. 
"We ready to do this shit then?"
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Day 13: Ladies
Word Count: 2601 
Summary: I don’t know why I want the rest of the prompts to follow a big story line now cause this is after day 11 & 12. So read those first or don’t. Jack goes to visit his sister Claire because Dean and Cas need alone time in the bunker. 
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It started with Sam stumbling back into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes and running his hands through his hair. He walked over to where Jack was sneaking in some of Dean’s cereal and held both his shoulders to look him in the eyes.
“Jack, don’t go into the garage. Don’t go looking for your Dad or Dean tonight, okay?”
“But Cas said we-”
“Promise me, Jack.”
“Oh.” Jack nodded then with a smile. “I promise.”
Sam patted Jack’s cheek with a sigh of relief. “Good. Good. I need…I need to wash my eyes out with soap now.”
The next morning Sam had stopped Jack from walking into the kitchen. “Nope! Get dressed Jack. We’re going out for breakfast.”
“All of us?”
“No, just you and me. Cas and Dean are a little,” Sam shivered as he was pushing Jack back towards his room. “Busy at the moment.”
When they came back, they took Cas’s car instead of the Impala because Sam says it was too soon for him, Sam yelled out that they were home. He said it as loud as he could from the top of the stairs and Jack looked at him confused because they never announced it before. The loud squeak of the door was an indicator of someone walking through the front door already.
Sam sighed in relief when he noticed there was nobody in the map room but then when they dropped their left overs and shopping bags, Sam took him shopping for a new jacket for two hours, in the library they heard…noises. 
“Nope!” Sam took Jack’s head and turned him around so his face was hidden against Sam’s chest. His too big hands covered Jack’s ears but he could still hear Sam yelling. “No! Not where the kid can see you! What the hell is wrong with both of you?”
“Sammy!” He heard a muffled Dean but Jack didn’t dare move from where Sam was holding him. “We thought you were gone.”
“We’ve been gone for 5 hours, Dean!”
Now Jack was sitting by Sam’s side in the kitchen table with beers all around while nobody made eye contact. Jack didn’t mention how Cas and Dean were now holding hands on top of the table either, he couldn’t fight back the big smile he had but he didn’t say anything about it. Mostly cause he didn’t really know what was going on and didn’t want to say the wrong thing.
“I’m giving you a week. Jack and I will go stay at Eileen’s while you two…go at it like rabbits. Get it out of your damn system cause I don’t want Jack to be scared for life like I am now.”
“We’re going to stay somewhere else?” Sam only nodded but Jack looked back at Dean and Cas. “Can I stay with Claire?”
“What?” All three of them said, Cas more in a happy tone than the two brothers. 
Day 1 with Wayward Daughters
“Hello.” Jack held his hand up to say hello to Jody who opened the door. She looked surprised by his presence and he scrunched up his eyebrows as he asked, “Did Claire not tell you I was coming over?”
“No. No, she didn’t.” Jody placed her hands on her hips as she called out for Claire. Then she opened the door wider and motioned for Jack to come in before giving him a quick squeeze hello. “Judging from your stuff this is an extended stay?”
“A week.” Jack informs her. “I believe Cas and Dean have been like rabbits. Well that’s what Sam calls it.”
“Oh.” Jody smiled as she raised an eyebrow, her arms crossing while she leaned closer out of curiosity.
Jack nods as he smiles innocently at Jody. “Sam tells me they’re in their honeymoon phase. I’m not really sure what that means but he told me to leave the bunker for a week.”
“Gross!” He turns around when he hears Claire walking towards him. “Please don’t talk about our Dad doing it while you’re here.”
“Claire!” Jack drops his stuff on the floor and pulls his big sister, a self declared role Claire took upon herself that Jack was grateful for. “I missed you!”
Claire chuckled as he patted Jack’s back. “I just talked to you on the phone a few hours ago, dummy.” She pulls away and helps pick up Jack’s bags off the ground. “Come on! You’re sleeping in my room.”
“Dinner will be ready soon!” Jody calls after them.
“Thanks Jody.” Jack turns to smile at her before he walks into Claire’s room. “Wow, your room is so bright. Must be nice to have windows.”
Claire laughs as she drops the duffle and backpack Jack had brought on top of her bed. “I guess. Kaia would be home from school soon but Alex and Patience are at work until late.”
“I don’t think Patience likes me very much. Every time I visit she hides away.”
“Neh, dude, that’s only cause she thinks you’re cute.”
Jack perks up. “She does!”
Claire reaches to squish Jack’s cheeks together. “Yup but no flirting with my friends. You suck at flirting anyways.”
“Dean, says I’m good at flirting.” Jack frowned at her while his face was still in her hands. “The waitress gave me her number.”
“That’s cause you’re cute, dummy, and she felt bad for you but not cause you’re good at flirting.” She dropped her hands and pointed a finger at him. “Now as the new God-”
“Shh! Nobody knows about that.” Jack sighed. “I only told you because you said siblings don’t keep secrets from each other.”
“Honestly, when I asked for your deep dark secret I thought it would have to do with murdering someone but being the big guy upstairs is really…something. But as God’s sister it’s my job to teach you all the big sister stuff.”
“Which is?”
Claire shrugs. “Hell if I know but I am gonna teach you how to be a normal millennial. Maybe actually listen to music people your own age listen too.”
“But Dean said-”
“I know what that old man says.” Jack laughs as he sits on Claire’s bed. “But he’s old and he doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”
“You know,” Jack whispers. “Dad listens to Lizzo and Beyonce behind Dean’s back. We listen to it on our hunts.”
Claire laughs as she falls back on her bed. They spent the next few minutes laying on her bed and exchanging experiences. They were both lying on the bed facing the ceiling hugging the stuffed animals Cas had gotten them, Claire had a grumpy cat while Jack had a Chewbacca. They both talked about their Mom’s and whatever Claire remembered about her father, Jimmy. 
It was nice to have someone Jack could talk to that understood his weird family dynamic. 
“Jack! Claire! Dinner’s ready!” Jody called out to them and they both looked at each other with a smile before getting up to eat.
Kaia was already setting up the table. Saying she got home a while ago but wanted to give them some sibling bonding time. Claire kissed her girlfriend hello before Jack gave her a hug.
Patience walked in half way through dinner and ended up sitting next to Jack, both of them feeling awkward especially now that Jack knows she thought he was cute. Dean never did finish giving him the talk. Claire teased them both and Kaia luckily stopped her before Jack flew away in embarrassment. He really didn’t want to be….angel-y? While he was staying with Jody. He wanted to be a normal young adult. Even though he was 5 years old. Well 5 and a half.
“Donna is going to visit later this week so maybe we can have a family day out or something.” Jody tells them as Jack dried the dishes and Kaia washes. Patience went to take a shower while Claire put the leftovers in Tupperware containers for Alex when she came home.
“I would love that.” Jack tells her and she smiles back, motherly and warm. He hasn’t had that since Mary or his actual mother and missed it.
Day 2
Claire told Jody they were going to see a movie but she took him to a bar. He realized that was the reason she wanted him to bring his fake ID. He told her he didn’t like lying but she reminded him it was part of their job. He reminded her that they weren’t on a job. 
“Then let’s find a quick one!”
They ended up finding a couple of vampires and Claire had told Jack to use his hunting skills instead of his powers. He was busy swinging a machete to the last vamp that towered over them both, when Jody walked in. Calling their names in a Mom voice that made them both freeze. The vamp shoved Jack out of the way and threw Claire across the room but Jody chopped his head off before he did any further damage. 
Now they sat in the back of a cop car, bruised and covered in blood, while being lectured all the way home about being irresponsible. 
Day 3
They talked all night, Claire from her bed while Jack slept on the floor because he hogs the blankets. They talk about what they wished they would be doing if they were normal. They talk about how every time Cas talked about life lessons or whatever to them it makes them feel guilty because they never want to let him down. All he wants is for them to be happy and they can’t even get that right.
Claire talked about her found family here and about her relationship with Kaia, who was sharing a room with Patience for the week.
Jack was jealous as he talked about wanting to find someone special.
“Hey it took our Dad how long to find Dean?”
“I don’t want to be alone for thousands of years!”
“Thousands! Wow, Dad’s old. Gross.”
In the morning they had chores before Claire drove Jack to Alex’s work to “bother” her. Really, it was to bring her some lunch and have Jack create a miracle or two on some patients. Alex didn’t freak out, just smiled warmly at him and it made him feel proud of his power.
“Thanks man.” Alex patted his shoulder. “You’re welcome to come by anytime but leave the little brat at home next time.”
“Hey! He’s my little brother. We’re kind of a packaged deal now.”
Alex rolled her eyes fondly before telling them to leave. “Go bother your girlfriend at the school or something.”
So that’s where they headed off next. Bothering Kaia was much different than bothering Alex because Kaia was in a classroom where they couldn’t go in. So Jack and her waited on some outside table while he watched students walk from building to building. 
Claire talked about how boring it was to be just a student. Blind to the world of the supernatural but once again Jack was jealous. He had that option taken away from him and while he loved his family, he wished they would have given him a different career choice. 
Kaia comes out and grins at them both. They all go out to have a late lunch and it felt so normal.
Day 4
Patience was still hiding away from Jack and he felt bad that he made her feel awkward in her own home. Especially since the place was way smaller than the bunker so the only place she could hide was her room.
“Patience! Jack wants to know if you wanna see a movie with us on the couch.” Claire called out to her and before Jack could say anything she continued with, “Come on, you can stare at him the whole time if you want!”
“Claire!” He covers his face in his hands in embarrassment but Patience comes out to join them for the movie anyways. Jack sat in between them on the couch, unable to pay attention to the scary movie Claire has picked out for them to watch.
Luckily Patience hugged a pillow while Jack jumped into Claire’s arms during a jump scare. He also did manage to blow up the TV but he quickly fixed it before Jody got home.
That night Jack text’s Dean. Asking him how he should flirt.
Day 5
Donna came over and gave him a big hug. He liked her and the dinner table was crowded while they talked about their lives. Hunting as well as their regular everyday lives. They all seemed to have a nice mix of both while Jack’s every day was the hunting life. The fixing heaven and hell life. The whole monster-fighting and being the new God life. 
So he instead opted to just listen to the women talk and enjoyed the familiar family banter. He missed his Dads.
Day 6
Jody and Donna took them to the lake.
Jody talked about how Bobby, not the other world Bobby but her Bobby, used to take Sam and Dean to the same lake as kids. They were far enough from anybody seeing them that Jack decided to maybe show off just a little. Doing normal stuff like walking on water or parting the water so Patience can grab that nice rock she wanted. Nothing major.
He also found out he liked when someone plays with his hair. Claire has been doing it when they talked and he rested his head on her lap but now he likes it more when it’s Patience because she’s cute to look at. She finally talks to him, feeling comfortable talking about her own psychic powers. She has visions and feels energy around her.
“Your energy is so big it honestly made me feel queasy the first few times I was around you.” She laughed and Jack frowned at her feeling bad that he made her sick but she continued. “Now. I kind of like it. It’s soothing and warm.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” She smiled and Jack felt his heart race in excitement. 
Lightning struck down and hit a tree setting it on fire. Nobody could prove it was him that caused it cause it was night time and the sky was…clear. Yeah, maybe it was him but he got nervous!
Claire was the only one that knew it was him and  made him put the fire out. Then pulled him to her instead so he won’t cause another natural disaster. He pouted a lot as he rested his head on Claire’s shoulder but watched Patience the whole time.
Day 7
“You know you’re always welcomed here, Jack.” Jody was hugging him goodbye as Sam gave him the all clear to come back. “Even if you just want to hang out and get away from your crazy Dads for an afternoon. Just pop in whenever.”
Jack hugged her back and thanked her.
Then he was hugging Claire, “Stay at the bunker some time. Dad misses you.”
“I text him all the time!” She rolled her eyes when she pulled away. “But I’ll stop by more.”
He hugged everyone goodbye, even Patience let him hug her. Before he flew away from the living room.
“Dads! I’m home!” He calls out as he appears in the bunkers kitchen, dropping off the Tupperware containers on the counter. “Jody made you guy’s food!”
“Hell yeah!” He hears Dean before he sees him walk into the kitchen. Cas trailing behind him with a warm smile. “Hey, kid!”
“Hello, how was your honeymoon?” Jack asked and Dean choked on mashed potatoes.
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Loretta's First Lesson
Heart racing, she dropped the parasol and took the machete from where it had clattered onto the floor. She swung it up, high over her head, standing above two men locked in a deathly struggle.
The blade sliced through the air and hacked into the skull with much more ease than she expected, yet still sending painful shockwaves into her wrists with the impact, preceding how the blade slowed and stopped.
Squelching sounds accompanied its removal, yanked out of the wiry old man's head from whatever bone and brain matter gripped it tightly. The train's freight wagon rattled and shook rhythmically, the steam locomotive howled.
Pushing the dead man aside, the other man—whose life she had just saved—stared up at her. Though one eye focused on her, piercing and smoldering, the other—the dead eye—caught her attention for far longer: framed by a claw-torn scar and a milky-white iris where color should be. Their gazes met in that moment, and she cracked.
She turned and ran.
The doorway did not take her to the next train car, but into a dark room. A quiet place. A single cone of light shone down from a blinding little hole in the ceiling, bathing a small green statuette in its cone of illumination.
The fist-sized object sat on the obsidian floor before her, staring at her like the marshal. It looked hideous, like a small jade gargoyle hugging its own clawed legs, enveloped in its bat wings, and with what looked like tentacles where a mouth should be.
It whispered incomprehensibly. Words that pierced her thoughts and she understood instinctively without knowing the language.
Take me, it pleaded. Take me and run far away. Take me to where I belong.
Take me to where you belong.
She knelt by the little statuette and her trembling hand reached out. Instead of a cool surface, it felt hot and silky, like living skin. It had a pulse.
She awoke. Snapped right out of her nightmare, startling awake where she sat in the train, as it rhythmically rumbled and rolled and shook, heading down the tracks from Dead End to Louisville.
Loretta Charlotte Brubaker had been running away from everything for a while now. She had run away from her overbearing and violent husband several days ago, traveling out west from the coast to escape that life with whatever money she had stolen from him.
She had abandoned the last vestige of that mental prison, having now even abandoned the last fancy dress to adorn her lithe figure, which she had still owned when she met the U.S. Marshal one day prior, on the train, on that fateful day.
Now, she was running from Dead End and that same U.S. Marshal. Some other purpose drove him, but she was not going to stick around and wait for him to find out about her and arrest her once he knew. She had seen wanted signs posted before, and always expected to see her name and face appear on one. Anytime now.
One mere night she had spent in that rugged frontier town, recovering from the shock of helping the marshal kill that crazy old man in the train car. The sound that accompanied her pulling that machete from his skull still haunted her. First time she ever killed man.
The marshal checked in on her on the eve of arrival, but she dismissed him immediately and had no interest in talking. A terrible nightmare arrived on the wings of her next slumber, and now it returned the moment she dozed away in the next train, right back out of town.
That very same day, she had abandoned her old clothing and started dressing as a man, drawing a driving cap deep over her brow to obscure her feminine facial features. A conductor already addressed her with "mister" when she boarded the train, which had left her both surprised—and feeling oddly comfortable. Maybe she could assume a man's identity to start her new life.
For now, one of the other passengers gawked at her with an arched brow from the seat across from her. Even though he looked pale and frail and unthreatening—hugging a heavy black bag and a pair of thick spectacles resting on his nose—she avoided eye contact once she recognized the curiosity inherent in his stare. Likely wondering about her gender.
The world outside the train's window trailed by. A beautiful landscape by any measure, the horizon comprised of a forest's thick canopy danced under the late morning sun. Thin white clouds streaked across a sky shaping up to be a deep blue, like the ocean.
Noticing how the monotony of that landscape rolling past them almost had a hypnotic effect, Loretta blinked and rubbed her tired eyes with a thumb and a finger alike. The nightmares had afforded her little rest and she was not inclined to experience another one by dozing off again.
She got up and took a stroll through the train, eventually stopping at an open window where she could stand and lean out. The cool breeze enveloping the moving train washed over her, sweet with the smell of steam that billowed out from the locomotive's stacks.
Although tears had once blurred her vision as a stranger consoled her after that harrowing experience of killing a man with her own two hands, it had all been so recent. The image of the world around her had etched itself into her memory, and she looked to the woodlands around her to see if she could spot any landmarks that caught her eye.
They were getting close to the place she sought. Her nightmares were guiding her. The statuette wanted her to find it. To take it. Whenever she closed her eyes, even in waking moments, she saw this object that she herself had never laid eyes upon. She knew without knowing that it once rested in that cargo car.
The one the marshal had decoupled and let loose from the end of the train, moments before it turned into a fireball with a deafening thunderclap.
Smooth and indestructible, the jade statuette had survived the blast somehow, untouched, sitting in the wreckage before greedy hands found it first and whisked it away. She had seen all this in her dreams.
In her nightmares, she saw many things. Many people. Sensed she needed to get that statuette before it stayed in wrong hands for too long. For what it might summon.
The patches of woodland narrowed around the tracks, beginning to resemble the region where the freight wagon exploded. The train tracks had been cleared, but she could spot scorched earth around them from afar.
It was time.
She returned to where she had left her satchel in the booth with the skinny, scholarly-looking man. He flashed Loretta a nervous smile but then immediately avoided eye contact like she had before. She ignored him and snagged her bag, shouldered it, and headed farther down the train, crossing through sets of doors, crossing from wagon to wagon through the connecting little bridges exposed to the air.
The new revolver in her satchel burned a hole into it. Out of the rest of her meager belongings and the money, it weighed the most, bobbing up and down as she walked, and making itself acutely felt with each of her steps.
Her heart began to race once she exited the final door, arriving behind the coal container of the train's locomotive engine. No more easy walking from here on out.
Loretta swallowed her fear as her eyes scanned the sides of the front. Stories of bandits taking over trains surfaced in her thoughts. Her mind's inner eye played back imagery of how she envisioned this to play out.
Grappling with thin handholds turned out to be scarier than she initially thought. The noise of the machinery churning the metal wheels drowned out everything else, though her own heart hammered against her rib cage like a drum. She held onto the side of the coal cart for her dear life, dreading what might happen if she fell off the side. She inched closer and closer towards the front, where a conductor managed the machinery, his back turned to her while he shoveled coal into the furnace, and oblivious of her slow but steady advance.
Gaining foothold in the conductor's front cabin, she paused to catch her breath and calm her nerves.
"What in the blazes do you think you're doin' here?" shouted the conductor at her. Either due to anger, or because of the deafening noise all around them.
The conductor had finally noticed her. He held a large wrench in his hands, clearly ready to use it like a club. Goggles hid his eyes and smears of grit and coal stained his cheeks, but his face was unmistakably contorted in anger. That mien changed instantly when she whipped out the pistol and shoved its muzzle into the skin under his chin.
"I need you to stop the train, now," she ordered him through gritted teeth, then repeating it in a shout, both for emphasis and so he could hear her clearly over the noise.
"W-woah, woah—slow d-d-down—alright," he stammered away.
As he backed away, his hands raised in surrender, she stretched her arm out straight and kept the gun trained on him.
"I have no quarrel with you," she said to reassure him. "Not stealing anything, either. I just wanna get off before we reach Louisville."
The locomotive howled and steel screeched as the train came to a halt. Holding him at gunpoint all the while, she observed carefully and believed she could operate a train herself now, if she put her mind to it. The realization that she was going to have to hike out of the woods around here once this train carried on only now started to dawn on her.
She had not thought this through.
Hopping down off the side, she maintained her aim on the man all the while.
"Alright. So long," she shouted up at the conductor.
She backed up and stumbled over a tree's root, tripping backwards. All that he and other passengers on the train must have seen, now leaning out of windows, and watching, was how the forest swallowed her whole.
Branches snapped and whipped at her as she walked into the woods. The train's howl pierced the air again, carrying on without Loretta. Once it had vanished down the winding tracks, she left the fringe of the forest again and doubled back.
She returned to the spot where the grass around the tracks had turned bald from scorching. Yellowed and dead. Scrap heaps of twisted metal littered the edges of the forest on both sides around the tracks, framed by where the fire had spread, but miraculously never managed to fully reach the tree lines.
Several people had cleared the tracks with tools and moved most of the wreckage out of the way so the train could safely pass again. Where flames and crushing weight had not ruined the lonesome patch of nature, shoes and men had trampled it down.
A singular set of human tracks left the site of the destroyed car, heading into the dark depths of the woods.
Loretta had always been drawn to the outdoors. Growing up with her family outside of Boston before they wed her off to that son of a bitch, Thomas Brubaker, she always felt more at home in the forest, anyway.
Knew all the tell-tale signs. The trails that people left behind. Broken twigs here and there, branches bent and caught upon others where a grown man had marched.
And way too deep into the woods for it to have been one of the laborers clearing out the tracks. Not just someone walking out there to relieve himself or get some peace and quiet, but someone who had emerged from the woods—and returned to them.
Loretta had heard many stories about things in the unclaimed, untamed wilds. Superstitions ran rampant even in her family, but owed to her childhood, she believed in none of them. Although she had sometimes heard strange things in the forest, she had never seen anything out of the ordinary, always felt at home in such places.
Here, she felt out of place. Felt watched.
But whenever she blinked, she saw that jade statuette before her inner eye. That awful little gargoyle, sitting in darkness, staring back at her. Beckoning her to retrieve it.
She watched back. Knew she had to find it.
So she marched, following the stranger's trails.
With no way to track the time, she could only guess that her wandering must have taken hours. Long enough for her to realize that she had come here ill-prepared, with no supplies. Though she knew how to find water, and had an inkling on what things she might eat and what she might avoid out here, the realization really set in.
The realization that she really had not thought this through.
Panic stayed at bay, but it trailed behind her only far enough that its little brother, fear, crept up on her. A revolver and some bullets were all she had. She feared less the thought of unnatural things that may dwell in such remote abodes of nature, and feared more of men, bereft of sanity, living out here alone.
For it was the trail of one such man that she followed into the woods while the sun began to set. Not a native, either, for he plodded along without any semblance of being in tune with his environment; an oaf who stumbled about like a fish out of water.
The chirping of birds made way to the chirping and buzzing of insects. The occasional snap of twigs nearby heralded the arrival and departure of woodland creatures, always just out of sight, avoiding her as much as she wanted to avoid them.
She froze. Stared into glistening, intelligent eyes. A deer stared back at her. Then the animal bolted, darting away between the trees with little sound and leaving only the stink of fear behind.
Loretta continued and twilight engulfed the forest. The canopy suffocated the last rays of light. But the glow of fire drew her. A camp in a not-so-far-distance awaited her, in the direction of the tracks she followed.
The statuette had to be there.
Soft voices reached her from that camp. Between small tents and around a bonfire, a little group of men spoke with a drawl, native to the white man settling in this region. Language she might understand once she snuck close enough to decipher the words.
They all wore white pointy hoods, roosting atop long white robes emblazoned with an odd cross each. Together, they performed some sort of ritual around the fire. Where she understood fragments of sentences here and there, she failed to comprehend whatever they chanted next. Something foreign that sent chills down her spine.
From her hiding place behind the mound of a massive, uprooted tree, she watched. They side-stepped around their bonfire, conducting their strange rite, their ringleader singing off-key in that awful tongue.
Then he held it up.
His meaty fingers clutched the green statuette, wrapped around it as he held it high above his head. Chanting that gibberish.
Loretta first deemed it nonsense, but it sounded too clear, too deliberate. Patterns that grated on her nerves, guttural and sharp sounds enunciated with enough precision to unsettle her.
She waited till they stopped.
"Now, brothers, we sleep," said the leader.
And she would wait longer, biding her time.
They shuffled about. One went to urinate in the woods, dangerously close, but blind to Loretta hiding nearby. One of them spat and ate something that made him chew a lot. They removed their hoods and none of them looked alike. Not a family; all possessing different hair colors and facial features. Some looked filthy, others cleanly. One splashed his face with murky water from a wide tub.
The leader removed his hood with one hand, still feverishly gripping the statuette in his other. Black rings lined his eyes, and his face was sullen. Haunted. He was first to disappear into one of the tents.
One by one, they all retired into their makeshift living quarters.
At the saloon, Loretta had heard that some of the locals of Dead End had driven the Klansmen out of town due to some recent incident. Paying no mind at the time, she now wondered why.
First time seeing the death cult in person, their entire presence and mannerisms left her with an uncomfortable sinking feeling in her gut. She stayed in hiding. She would wait until the right moment to strike. To get that statuette.
She rubbed dirt and soil between her hands and smeared it onto her face. Fearing her pale complexion might give her away once any of the Klansmen's eyes adjusted to the dark, she hoped to camouflage her skin somewhat. Gratitude greeted her at the thought that she had gotten rid of her fancier clothing with its bright whites and garish colors, knowing the muddy brown and black tones of her newly acquired attire served her well in this unexpected situation.
Whiling away the time, she waited like this, peeking over the edge of her hiding spot at the camp. The more she studied its layout and denizens, planning her approach and getaway, the more it became clear that these six men had not been living out here like this for long. Clothing and strips of game had been draped over racks, haphazardly fashioned out of branches and prone to draw vermin and disease.
Tubs and buckets, likely filled with what had to be stale or even unclean water from a pond or stream somewhere nearby, served them as supplies for drinking and washing. Two heavy chests stood outside, stacked in between the tents, and the one on top was packed to the brim with kitchen supplies and expensive-looking silverware.
And they all looked like "gentlemen"—for the lack of a better word. The clothing they sported underneath the stark white robes was too fancy for rugged folk who lived off the land, the figure on a few of them suggested a life of being well-fed by gilded spoons.
One of them loitered around by the campfire as the height of its flames waned. The hours dragged on and Loretta cautiously shifted her weight every now and then to prevent her own limbs from falling asleep. The only thing to keep her company were thoughts of the recent days—how her life had taken another drastic turn after already taking before that—and her fear of being discovered by these men.
Although her muscles screamed for oxygen, so much so did she force herself to breathe shallowly and quietly, she had no intention of leaving without the statuette. Every time she blinked, there it was, staring back at her. Admonishing her for taking this long. Whispering to her to claim it.
Deep down, she knew it to be in wrong hands here. It was the first time that she saw Klansmen up this close. Her family had taught her to stay away from them for their brutal ways, and these men before her eyes gave off an even worse impression. They lived out here, not like animals—more like parasites. Every one of them exuded an air of menace. Two of them especially moved like they owned the place, oozing unearned confidence and irreverence with their every motion.
One of them stirred in his tent and exited it, stumbling around in a drunken haze. He wandered away from the camp, finding a place between the trees, on the edge of the fire's glow—and too close to Loretta for comfort. There, he dropped his pants and groaned as diarrhea exploded out of his behind.
Loretta covered her mouth in disgust and squinted, trying not to watch the abhorrent spectacle, but unable to look away. He panted and groaned and eventually ripped off some leaves to wipe—from an ivy bound to give him a rash, no less, cementing her impression of a lack of outdoors savvy.
As if life itself conspired to sabotage her, and out of all the worst possible times for this to happen, Loretta's stomach growled. The man grunted and pulled his pants back up. She gritted her teeth and nestled against the dirt and roots nearby, hoping her clothing was dark enough to not be perceived.
Diarrhea man peered out into the darkness of the woods. The dancing flames cast just enough light to eerily outline his silhouette, but not enough to indicate where his gaze swept through the shadows, scanning, and looking for where a sound might have come from.
His stomach emitted a similar noise and he groaned again as he buckled his belt back up. He returned to the camp and Loretta waited several moments before she allowed herself to breathe again, ignoring the silent screaming within the walls of her tortured lungs.
The diarrhea man approached the watchman by the fire and murmured a few words in exchange with him. Diarrhea man waved a hand dismissively and hunkered down by the fire while the other retired into another tent.
Loretta waited yet longer, praying for the sickly watchman to fall asleep on the job. His eyelids drowsily dipped every now and then and she could watch his exhaustion quickly creeping up on him.
She would have to move fast. She produced the pistol again, cradling its cool grip in her palm, feeling gravity and the weight of its deadly charges join forces to drag her hand down.
Soon, she kept reassuring herself. Soon, he would slip into the dream realm and she could sneak in there, grab the ominous statuette, and sneak back out. She had no clue about where to go, but her thoughts returned to the marshal and Dead End. If she could make her way back there without stopping, she might be able to broker for the lawman's help or protection before the sun even rose.
Word traveled fast, but what were the odds of him having heard of her criminal background already? Impossible, she wagered. The marshal had at least made the appearance of genuinely being concerned about her safety and the well-being of the other people on the train they had arrived in Dead End on.
Not once did she stop to question why she felt compelled to retrieve the statuette from a wagon that he had decoupled from said train, detonating it with whatever had been on board back there.
Or how it survived the blast and the fire.
Diarrhea man's head slumped down, and his plump jawline wrinkled with fat. Loretta waited longer until she heard the sound of sawing wood erupt from his nose, and she let him snore away for several minutes before deciding that he had passed out.
With careful steps, she crept ever closer to the campsite, curving around the perimeter, and targeting the leader's tent. She only needed to get the statuette. In drawing closer, she now heard more snoring, sawing faintly from the other tents.
First, her muscles screamed, then her lungs, as she held her breath almost entirely again, ensuring she made no sound whatsoever. Paces away from the camp, a stench hit her nose, so foul that it almost made her knees buckle and nearly provoked her to retch. A strange smell of decay and death permeated the air.
How could these madmen tolerate this?
Her eyes darted up and down, to and fro, always carefully looking where she stepped, to not make any noise when she moved, and eyeing the single watchman and the tents while the sheer suspense painfully knotted her stomach.
With trembling fingers, she opened the tent flap and felt the statuette's presence. Almost there. Almost out of here.
Her eyes transfixed on it, she crawled inside the tent, prowling like a cat, quiet as the thief she was. The stench waned in power in here, perhaps attached to one of the other men outside or to something about their camp she had not yet discerned.
The leader had curled up into a fetal position, his back turned to her and most of his body covered in fuzzy blankets. The statuette lay on a fine little carpet of unusual beauty, sitting there and staring at her. Just like in the dream. The thin beam of light from the campfire, pouring in through the crack in between the tent flaps, landed on the small green object with uncanny symmetry.
She took it. Grabbed it. Just like in the dream—the nightmare—it felt warm and silky-smooth to the touch, like snakeskin. Not like what a small green stone object should feel like.
The leader's body spasmed, as if he had jolted awake from a dream of his own. Loretta froze and hoped he might not be awake enough to sense her presence. His head swiveled and his eyes burned into hers as they locked gazes.
His eyes carried the air of something hopeless. And something deeply troubled. The glint of campfire reflecting in them accompanied the flames of fury bubbling up, flaring up in his visage.
In a flash, she had gritted her teeth and jammed the revolver into his face with such force that she heard a sickening crack. Her imagination painted a future in which he cried out in pain and alerted the others.
Instead, he displayed no such pain, only rage. He screamed at the top of his lungs.
"Someone has come to take our treasure! Come! Come to me, brothers!"
In a split second, she knew she could not take him hostage to get out of here. In a snap decision, she shot him in the face. This did not silence him forever, instead leaving him in a helpless heap on the ground inside the tent in a growing pool of blood, orchestrated by gurgling sounds as he twitched and moaned in pain.
She tumbled back out of the tent, only to stare into the faces of three of the Klansmen. One of them held out a knife at her. The other balled his hands into fists, raising them to fight; and the third grabbed a small wood axe from the fire. The remaining two emerged from their tents, surprise written across their faces.
All of them stared at Loretta and her eyes darted back and forth between them, letting the aim down the sights of her smoking barrel follow her nervous gaze.
"Stay away, gents. I have enough bullets for every one of ya," she said.
Only problem was with how she delivered that threat. Her voice quaked more and more with every subsequent word until the last of the sentence died a croaking death in her throat.
And these men, well—they had murder in the eyes now.
The pistol cracked as she fired more shots, possibly missing here and there while backing away, but it was too late. They lunged at her, some of them were hit but did not go down yet, and the weapon clicked ineffectively after several pulls of the trigger.
The forest grounds cracked with breaking twigs and turf getting kicked up as she fled in a hopeless dash from the Klansmen's camp while they gave chase.
Loretta tripped, stumbled, and a hand grabbing her forearm slid down the length of it, yanking the spent pistol from her palm and causing her to tumble sideways through the bushes. She emitted a clipped yelp and then started screaming as three of the men converged on her.
She swung and flailed about but several hands grabbed hold of her and wrestled her down to the cold forest ground.
And that stench.
That awful stench, it had fully engulfed her. Made her eyes water, and her nostrils burn like fire.
They must have smelled it too, for their faces crinkled. But not enough to quell the anger. Loretta barely noticed that the other two had collapsed before they could give chase on her short and failed escape, but the remaining three were two too many for her to handle with an empty gun.
That's when she saw the eyes. Through the blur of her tears, despite her field of vision narrowing, they stared at her. Piercing, yet hollow. Yellow, but dead. Looming far above the three men on top of her, while they pushed her down.
Behind them. She almost wanted to warn them of it.
A face that vaguely resembled the face of an owl, opening its beak. Hungry.
Between the trees, she could barely see its slender frame and spindly limbs. Tall. Standing taller than any of the men, as tall as a house. Arms like twigs reached out, creeping up closer behind the men, who were fully engrossed in pinning her down and strangling the life from her.
Loretta thrashed even harder against their grip, tried to throw them off—wanted even more desperately to escape that thing behind them than the men themselves—but to no avail. A filthy hand pressed down over her mouth and she bit into it, but he held it there, muffling her screams. Screams of pure terror.
That owl-like face crept closer. Hands like thin knives sunk down, ever deeper, treacherously close to the men on top of Loretta. So busy were they with unleashing their vengeance upon her and uttering threats of things they intended to do to her that they failed to see where she was truly looking.
One of the men began to gurgle and shriek and violently convulse. Only with tremendous delay did the other two rear their heads and slowly notice what was happening.
Claws as long as swords had pierced the convulsing man's torso and blood dripped from their sharp tips where they emerged from his ruptured chest. When those claws vanished, withdrawing back inside of him, warm hot fluids sprayed out in every direction, showering Loretta and the other two men with buckets of blood.
The man's screams pierced the air, and the other two soon joined him. Violent yells of pain became a chorus of panic. One of the Klansmen stumbled away, crawling, and tripping, and eating dirt as he fell again before he could get back up on his feet to run away. The other rose to his full height, still dwarfed by the thin giant with the owl's face. Paralyzed with fear, his yells died in his mouth.
It grabbed him and lifted him off the ground as if he weighed nothing.
Loretta screamed at the top of her lungs as she watched the creature wrench one of the man's arms from its socket, connected only by the wet threads of sinew and tendons from which more showers of blood exploded, splattering onto the dry forest grounds and onto the shrieking woman. Then the creature fully removed it, severing those fleshy threads.
Backing away, she crawled best she could through the dirt without averting her eyes from the creature, until a sharp pain shot through her skull: the result of bumping her head into a tree's trunk.
The third man did not get far. The thin giant needed barely move to lurch forward. Its arms could cross a street with how long they were, allowing it to sink its claws into the third man's chest with frightening ease. Gliding like a hot knife through butter.
The owl's beak opened, and a gleeful cackle escaped it, echoing through the woods like a thousand voices. A puff of smoke billowed out in its company and it began tearing the third man into ribbons. His screams took far too long to cease under the torturous dismemberment.
None of them would survive as the thin giant with the owl's head always cut them short from escaping, dragging them back into the shadows where they had piled onto Loretta, and removing limbs or piercing them with the blades of its fingers, all so freakishly gaunt that they looked dangerously close to snapping under pressure, yet displaying sheer strength that defied anything natural.
It raised a torn-off human arm to its beak and shoved twitching fingers inside. Instead of gorging itself fully on the digits, the sounds that followed resembled more suckling and slurping.
Loretta stopped screaming, terrified by how the giant seemingly ignored her, but fearing for her life as she knew that she only needed to draw its attention to suffer the same fate as the Klansmen.
As if on cue, it turned its head and stared at her through its dead eyes. The yellow in them did not glow, glassy and corpse-like, instead swallowed by the shadows of their sockets, barely visible save for the faint glow from the campfire reflecting in their corners.
The arm in its skinny claws shriveled up and desiccated before her eyes, blood stopped dripping from the severed stump, and the creature drained it of all life as it continued to stare at her.
The statuette. It was what had brought her here, and her quest was to remove it, come heaven or hell. Some part of her knew that if she could not let it stay in the hands of these men, then she sure as hell could not leave it with a monstrosity such as this.
Tears still blurred her vision and stung in the scratches upon her cheeks, but she had regained some composure. Desperation overrode the urge to scream.
She thrust her fist out at the monster, gripping that jade statuette in her hand, and holding in front of her like a holy cross being wielded to ward off a demon.
The owl-giant began to chew on the severed arm and the crunch of bone sounded almost like the snapping of twigs underneath Loretta, only wetter. More revolting.
It suddenly shoved the length of the human arm into its maw, offering a glimpse of rows of tiny sharp teeth clamping down on it. As it gorged itself upon the arm, it chewed, and crunched and swallowed.
And the thing grew even larger, looming over Loretta, rendering its thin limbs even more grotesque to behold. It closed in on her, not at all deterred by the jade statuette in her hand, slowly, but surely.
Her knuckles turned white as her grip upon the object tightened and her entire body quivered with dread.
The monster emitted another cackle, another chorus of tortured souls. And up close like this, its dead eyes betrayed something else.
Pure evil.
Ancient, all-knowing. Like it had watched mountains rise from the dirt, and oceans dry out, while sucking the marrow from the bones of giant beasts before they bleached under the eternal sun, and all turned to dust before man walked those plains.
It spoke. What at first sounded like hissing and snapping noises almost made sense. Formed patterns.
Like the words of the Klansmen's now-dead leader. A dead language, something alien. Something Loretta could not comprehend, invading her mind with every syllable, and feeling utterly wrong in its entirety.
The creature stopped closing in on her, but it snorted, and a gust of fog billowed out from its beak, like steam from the stacks on the locomotive, clouding her vision and enveloping Loretta in ghostly mist.
Through it, she saw those dead eyes surface, piercing the fog and staring into her soul.
Gravelly, growling, it spoke again. Unsettling all the while, like someone who tried to speak while inhaling. Yet each word poured out from it as slowly as tar, as it said, "You—you may leave."
The mist refused to dissipate, trapping her inside this suffocating tunnel of swirling fog. She felt incapable of tearing her gaze off the dreadful stare of this creature.
"W-why me?"
More cackling, like hundreds of voices and riding on the backs of muffled screams—including her own, mimicking her shouts of terror from mere moments ago—all echoing between the trees and causing the mist to roil.
"Why? You are as thin as I. And you have left me plenty upon which I may feast."
A thin blade pierced the fog. The tip of one of its fingers. It took Loretta moments to register the shape of its claws balled up, like a human hand forming a fist but pointing at the statuette with its index finger.
The bony tip, black and dripping with blood, it clicked as it connected with the green statuette.
"This is a thing of the deepest seas. It belongs not here. It belongs far away, to which you must take it," spoke the creature.
It withdrew its finger and had it not been for the pained sounds of a man sobbing in the vicinity, crying for his mother, then silence would have draped itself long enough over the creature and Loretta for her mind to race with a multitude of disjointed thoughts.
"Once you remove it from here, you return. Then, I teach. Then I teach you my ways," it said.
No—it commanded.
Where Loretta offered no response, her stomach growled in her place.
This elicited more cackles from the monster. Its face withdrew, swallowed by the unnatural bank of fog around them. The dead yellow of its eyes remained, and the overpowering stench of death faded.
"If you hunger, then find new feasts. This one—this one is mine to take from you, and yours to offer, little one," the thing spoke, reaching her ears in seven calm voices simultaneously.
The man's sobbing turned into a whimpering not unlike a dog's, then rose sharply into higher-pitched territories until a snapping sound turned him silent.
Loretta would not be warned twice.
Kicking up turf behind her as she fled through the forest, stumbling through patches of ivy, breaking through brushes, she refused to stop until she could see no light of a campfire anywhere.
Her lungs now on fire, her skin burning everywhere from myriads of scratches into which sweat had trickled, she finally dared to pause. She leaned against her knees to catch her breath, wheezing, and looking around in a persistent panic. The blood still rushed in her ears and the adrenaline still filled her every fiber.
She looked behind her, unclear on where she had gotten lost in the woods. If she continued to gain more distance from that… that thing… then she might live. She had to get out of this forest quickly. Back to Dead End.
The jade statuette in her hand throbbed. Only ever so briefly.
She lifted it to her face to peer at it through the veil of night, wondering how much more trouble this eerie object would get her into.
She tore her eyes off it and looked back in whatever direction she believed to have run from. She could see no thin giant, no owl's face, no yellow eyes. No strange mist that smelled like bad breath, no putrid odor that reeked of death.
Yet she felt watched. Like it continued to stalk her. Like the six dead men it could feast on would never sate its voracious appetite. Like she might be next if it only changed its mind.
Loretta continued her nightly odyssey. She wrapped her jacket more tightly around her and hugged herself, only now feeling the cold. Alone in the dark woods, she marched on. Always looking over her shoulder, wary of the thing out here, feeling like it followed only steps behind her. Looking up, to see if she could spot its ghastly outlines lurking between the trees.
The night would be long, and she would never stop until the sun rose. And even then, she would continue marching on, not taking a break until she had crossed the invisible borders between this merciless wilderness and re-entered the rugged frontier town.
For a moment, when her stomach growled, her mind flashed to the sight of those men being torn asunder, and to the sounds that revealed how the creature devoured them, piece by piece. She shook her head and perished those invasive thoughts. They fed on her hunger, unlike her own mind, feeding dark urges for her to sate herself upon human flesh so the hunger would subside.
She winced and forced those thoughts away. She had no intention of returning here whatsoever.
Never again.
Some part of her told herself—whispers aloud which she only noticed herself muttering to herself after the fact—that she need not pay heed to any words from such unnatural beings. That whatever lessons this thing may have offered to impart on her, that its every word was poison. She sensed it in her bones: this creature spoke treachery fluently.
Such ancient evils always did.
This was only the first of many lessons for Loretta to learn.
—Submitted by Wratts
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Chapter 13: The Gate
Pairing: none for the moment (currently Jonathan Byers x Platonic!Henderson!reader)
Prompt:  You always thought Hawkins was the most boring town of all, stuck in a vacuum void of excitement and entertainment. Well, it seems that way until the world decided to flip upside down, literally.
Chapter Summary: You were stuck on the bench, and after deciding to try and do something to help Will, you had secretly wished that you had stayed at home. But at least people say dumb things when they’re dying, and other people say even dumber things when the person they love is dying.
Warnings: ANGST TO THE MAX, maybe like a hint of fluff, language, some vivid descriptions of gore, violence, just get ready to sob
Word Count: 9323 (holy SHIT)
A/N: And season 2 has come to a close in the saddest fucking way possible (just read it and you’ll see). I highly advise grabbing some tissues for this chapter. I hope you guys enjoy! As always, the taglist is open!
Tags: @just-my-fandom​, @nightbu-g​
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Mike immediately ran forward, taking Eleven into his arms and pulling her into a tight hug.
“I never gave up on you,” Mike told her, pulling away to look at her. “I called you every night. Every night, for-”
“353 days,” she completed his sentence. “I heard.”
“Why didn’t you tell me you were there? That you were okay?”
“Because I didn’t let her,” Hopper spoke up, stepping forward. Mike stepped away, and Hopper took Mike’s spot in front of El. “The hell is this? Where you been?”
“Where have you been?” Mike repeated as Hopper pulled El into a hug. “You’ve been hiding her.” He grew angry, shoving Hopper. “You’ve been hiding her this whole time!” he shouted.
“Hey!” Hopper shouted back. “Let’s talk. Alone.”
Hopper took Mike into Joyce’s room, leaving everyone in the living room to digest what just happened. 
You stepped forward, setting your machete on the floor before stepping over to El, who seemed to be distressed. You could hear Mike and Hopper shouting from the other room as you rested a hand on her shoulder. “It’s not your fault, okay?” you told her. “You haven’t really learned it yet, but men get angry really easily. Don’t worry about them.” She nodded slowly and you pulled her into a hug. “It’s good to see you, sweetie. I’m glad you’re okay. And I kinda dig the outfit.”
She smiled at you as you stepped away from her, allowing Dustin and Lucas to give her a hug. “We missed you,” Lucas spoke as the three of them hugged.
“I missed you, too,” she whispered.
“We talked about you pretty much every day,” Dustin told her as they pulled away from the hug.
She looked between the two boys before stopping at Dustin, reaching forward. “Teeth,” she stated, touching his mouth.
“What?”
“You have teeth.”
Dustin grinned at Lucas. “Oh. You like these pearls?” He chuckled before making a purring-type noise, making El look at him confusedly.
“Eleven?” Max spoke up, stepping forward between the two boys. “Hey. Um, I’m Max.” She held out her hand. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”
Eleven stared at her for a few moments, blinking, before brushing past her and rushing over to Joyce, who immediately pulled her into a hug. They spoke for a few moments before Joyce led her into Will’s room.
“Don’t take it personally, Max,” you told her, stepping over to her. “Eleven doesn’t really know how to... socialize.”
From the corner of your eye, you saw Eleven leading Joyce into the kitchen, stopping at the kitchen table.
“You opened this gate before, right?” Joyce asked Eleven, pointing to the scribbled letters on the back of the notepad.
“Yes,” El answered gravely.
The group began walking towards the kitchen, listening in on the conversation.
“Do you think if we got you back there, that you could close it?” Joyce voiced with urgency and a hint of hope.
El looked over at Joyce before staring off for a moment. “Yes.”
***
“It’s not like it was before,” Hopper explained with a sigh, trying to shut down the idea of having El close the gate. “It’s grown. A lot. I mean, that’s considering we can get in there. The place is crawling with those dogs.”
“Demo-dogs,” Dustin corrected, turning to Hopper.
“I’m sorry, what?”
“I said, uh, demo-dogs. Like demogorgon and dog. You put them together, it sounds pretty badass-”
“How is this important right now?”
“It’s not. I’m sorry.” Dustin closed his mouth and turned around as quick as he did before.
“I can do it,” Eleven broke in, looking over at Hopper.
“You’re not hearing me-” Hopper began.
“I am hearing you. I can do it.”
“Even if El can, there’s still another problem,” Mike argued. “If the brain dies, the body dies.”
“I thought that was the whole point,” Max said.
“It is, but if we’re really right about this... I mean, if El closes the gate and kills the Mind Flayer’s army.”
“Will’s a part of that army,” Lucas connected.
“Closing the gate will kill him,” Mike concluded.
Everyone was silent for a moment, letting Mike’s words sink in. 
“But those creatures,” you began, thinking through your words, “they’re individual parts of the Mind Flayer. Will is just a vessel for the Mind Flayer. His life isn’t dependent of the Mind Flayer. So, if we kill off the Mind Flayer, I don’t think it will kill Will. It’ll just kill off the part of the Mind Flayer that’s inside of him.”
“I mean, I guess,” Mike sighed. “But do you think it’s safe to risk it?”
Silently, you shook your head, slouching slightly. 
Joyce rose to her feet from her seat, walking from the kitchen and into Will’s room. Everyone followed behind her, like a silent parade of worry and fear.
You felt your stomach churn when you saw Will laying still in his bed, his skin damp with sweat despite the harsh chill of the room.
“He likes it cold,” Joyce spoke.
“What?” Hopper answered, looking at her confusedly.
“It’s what Will kept saying to me. He likes it cold.” She moved to the open window, yanking it closed. “We keep giving it what it wants.”
“If this is a virus, and Will’s the host, then...” Nancy said, looking down at Will.
“Then we need to make the host inhabitable,” Jonathan completed her thought.
“So if he likes it cold-”
“Then we need to burn it out of him,” Joyce concluded.
“We have to do it somewhere he doesn’t know this time,” Mike informed, trying to avoid what happened the last time.
“Yeah, somewhere far away,” Dustin agreed.
Hopper stepped forward from his spot against the wall. “I know a place,” he claimed as he wrapped the comforter on the bed around Will’s body, scooping him up into his arms. “Come on.”
Joyce and Jonathan followed behind Hopper as he rattled off directions, carrying Will out to Joyce’s car.
“We’ll need to find heaters, radiators, anything that would heat up a room,” Nancy instructed.
“There’s probably something in that pile of stuff we pulled out of the shed,” you told her.
She nodded, and the two of you hurried out into the backyard, Steve following close behind. Steve shone his flashlight on the pile of trash, the three of you quickly starting to search through it. 
“You guys should go with him,” Steve spoke up, pulling a radiator out of the pile.
“What?” Nancy voiced, shining her flashlight on the pile as you rifled through it.
“With Jonathan.”
“No, I’m not just gonna leave Mike.”
“Or Dustin,” you added. 
“No one’s leaving anyone,” Steve corrected. “I may be a shitty boyfriend, but turns out I’m a pretty damn good babysitter.”
“No, you’re not taking my title of babysitter.” You stood up straight. “I’m staying here. Nancy, you should go with Jonathan.”
Nancy looked between you and Steve. “Are... Are you guys-”
“No!” You and Steve shouted simultaneously. 
She sighed, looking down. “But Y/N, you and Jonathan-”
“Trust me, Nancy. He likes you a lot more than he could ever like me. It’s okay.”
She turned to look at Steve. “Steve...”
“It’s okay, Nance. It’s okay.”
She stood there silently, tears welling in her eyes. “Go, Nance,” you told her, patting her shoulder. “He needs you. We’re gonna be with the kids.”
You gathered the few heating materials you could find and carried them over to Jonathan’s car, blinking away the tears in your eyes. You set them in the backseat of the car before closing the door and walking up on the porch. Nancy climbed into the passenger seat and you gave them both a small wave before they drove away.
***
You had been sitting on the couch since everyone but the party and Steve had left, staring off into space and letting yourself wallow in your own pity.
“Alright, I think it should fit now,” Dustin announced, his voice startling you back to the present. 
With a huff, you pushed yourself to your feet and walked over to the kitchen, letting out a sigh of frustration when you saw the mess on the floor Dustin had made. Behind him Steve stood with the demo-dog in his arms, which was wrapped in a blanket.
“Is this really necessary?” Steve grumbled.
“Yes, it is, okay? This is a ground-breaking scientific discovery. We can’t just bury it like some common mammal, okay? It’s not a dog.”
“No, it’s a creature from the upside down. And I don’t know if you remember this, but we could be killed if we even talk about this to anybody,” you reminded Dustin, pointing to the limp creature.
“They’ll never know. Everyone who works there is probably dead now anyway.”
“It’s the government, Dustin! It’s not like it’s a singular entity!”
“Alright, alright,” Steve spoke up. “We’ll just keep this in the fridge until we know what to do with it. Sound good?” 
You nodded silently. “Fine. But you’re buying the Byers’ a new fridge.” You turned to Dustin. “And you’re explaining this to Joyce.”
Steve stepped forward and began to try and shove the creature into the fridge, only to smack its head against the side of it. “Christ, help me out here!”
“What am I supposed to do!” Dustin argued.
“Get the door, man!”
Steve wedged the creature into the fridge, all while grumbling profanities, and Dustin closed the fridge door behind it.
From the other room, you could hear Lucas and Mike bickering, but you were too focused on the creature in the fridge to decipher exactly what it was about.
“Listen, dude, a coach calls a play in a game, bottom line, you execute it. Alright?” Steve broke in, stepping into the living room.
“Okay, first of all, this isn’t some stupid sports game,” Mike snapped. “And second, we’re not even in the game. We’re on the bench.”
Steve stammered for a response, feeling defeated by Mike’s argument. “So my point is...” He stopped, searching for the words to say. “Right, yeah, we’re on the bench. So, uh, there’s nothing we can do.”
“That’s not entirely true,” Dustin claimed. “I mean, these demo-dogs, they have a hive mind. When they ran away from the bus, they were called away.”
“If we get their attention...” Lucas voiced.
“Maybe we can draw them away from the lab,” Max finished his thought.
“Clear a path to the gate,” Mike concluded.
“Yeah, and then we all die,” Steve countered, shutting the conversation down immediately.
“That’s one point of view,” Dustin hummed.
“No, that’s not a point of view man. That’s a fact.”
“I got it!” Mike exclaimed hurrying out of the room and into the kitchen, kneeling down in front of a certain point on the map of tunnels. “This is where the chief dug his hole. This is our way into the tunnel. So...” He pushed himself to his feet, running over to another spot on the map. “Here. Right here. This is like a hub. So you got all the tunnels feeding in here. Maybe if we set this on fire-”
“Oh yeah. That’s a no,” Steve attempted to shut down.
“The mind flayer would call away his army,” Dustin continued.
“They’d all come to stop us,” Lucas added.
“We circle back to the exit!” Mike joined in.
“Guys-” Steve warned.
“By the time they realize we’re gone,” Mike ignored Steve.
“El would be at the gate!” Max finished.
“Hey, hey hey!” Steve shouted, clapping his hands. “This is not happening.”
“But-” Mike whined.
“No, no, no, no, no. No but’s. I promised I’d keep you shitheads safe, and that’s exactly what I plan on. We’re staying here. On the bench. And we’re waiting on the starting team to do their job. Y/N, help me out here.” He turned to look at you.
You shrugged, pursing your lips. “I mean...” you sighed. “Maybe it would work?”
Steve scoffed, running a hand through his hair.
“This isn’t a sports game, Steve. This is someone’s life, someone who I care a lot about. I don’t think I can just sit on the sidelines and wait.”
Just as Steve was about to argue, the sound of a loud engine revving echoed from the silent night outside. Max got up and ran over to the windows to investigate, everyone else following behind her.
“It’s my brother,” she announced. “He can’t know I’m here. He’ll kill me. He’ll kill us.”
You wrung your hands together nervously. “Okay, you guys get out of sight. Steve and I will try and talk to him,” you instructed before you and Steve hurried onto the front porch, closing the door behind you.
The car lurched to a stop and Billy got out of the car, a cigarette between his lips. “Am I dreaming or is that you, Harrington?” he shouted from his car, smoke falling from his mouth like a dragon.
“Yeah, it’s me don’t cream your pants,” Steve huffed, his hands on his hips.
“And who’s that little lady who’s with you? That your new girlfriend, buddy?”
“No!” you and Steve shouted simultaneously.
“Why does everyone think that?” you grumbled, crossing your arms over your chest.
Steve just shook his head, walking over to Billy as Billy shucked his jacket off. “What are you doing here, amigo?” Billy questioned.
“I could ask you the same question. Amigo,” Steve scoffed.
“Looking for my stepsister. A little birdie told me she was here.”
“Huh. That’s weird. I don’t know her.”
“Small. Redhead. A bit of a bitch.”
“Doesn’t ring a bell. Sorry, buddy.”
Billy pulled the cigarette out from between his lips. “You know, I don’t know, this... This whole situation, Harrington. I don’t know. It’s giving me the heebie-jeebies.”
“Oh yeah. Why’s that?”
“My 13-year-old sister goes missing all day. And then I find her with you in a stranger’s house. And you lie to me about it.”
Steve chuckled. “Man, we’re you dropped too much on your head as a child, or what? I don’t know what you don’t understand about what I just said. She’s not here.”
“Then who is that?” Billy pointed to the window, and you all turned to see all of the kids’ heads peeking through the window.
“Oh shit,” Steve sighed. “Listen-”
Billy grabbed the Steve’s jacket before shoving him to the ground. “I told you to plant your feet.”
Steve groaned out in pain, and Billy kicked him in the stomach before stomping past him and up the porch.
“I’d advise you to back up, and go the fuck home,” you hissed, squaring your shoulders as he stepped up onto the porch.
“Aw, that’s cute. Now if you wouldn’t mind scooching over, that’d be real great,” Billy hummed, his eyes dead as he bent down to your level.
“Go fuck yourself.” You picked up your foot and kicked him in the knee, making him stagger for a moment.
“You’re a feisty bitch, aren’t ya?” He stood up straight and grabbed your shoulder, squeezing it tightly before shoving you to the side, pushing you away from the door. You fell onto your hip, letting out a hiss of pain as he stomped through the front door. It slammed shut a moment later, and you scrambled to your feet.
You pushed the door back open, seeing that Billy had already backed all the kids into a corner. “I thought I told you to stay away from him, Max,” Billy hissed.
“Billy, go away,” Max begged.
“You disobeyed me. And you know what happens when you disobey me.”
“Billy-”
“I break things.” Billy turned to Lucas and grabbed him by the lapels of his jacket, backing him up into the kitchen and shoving him up against a cabinet as everyone shouted at him to stop.
Billy got in Lucas’ face, hissing something you couldn’t quite make out, and a moment later, Lucas shoved his knee into Billy’s groin, making Billy stumble back in pain.
“So dead Sinclair! You’re dead,” Billy growled.
Steve popped up behind him, grabbing his shoulder and turning him around. “No, you are,” Steve huffed before swinging his fist, having it connect with Billy’s nose.
“So you’re abusive and racist, huh, Billy?” you hissed, stepping forward so you were next to Steve.
Billy stood up straight, laughing maniacally. “Oh sweetheart, I already knew you had some fire in you. But it looks like Steve actually has some fire in him after all! I’ve been waiting to meet this King Steve that everyone’s been telling me so much about.”
“I mean, we could, but I think all that hair muffles your hearing a little bit, bud,” you growled.
Steve held his hand out, signaling you to stop, before he gently shoved Billy back. “Get out,” Steve stated simply.
Billy stared at him for a moment before swinging a punch, which you and Steve effectively dodged. Steve swung and landed another one on the left side of Billy’s face. You stepped forward and elbowed him right in the ribs, making him hunch forward. Steve landed a few more punches as you stayed back and guarded the kids. 
Billy was backed up against the sink, and he grabbed a plate and broke it over Steve’s head, making Steve stagger. You immediately hurried forward to try and block Steve, only for BIlly to shove you to the side and land a punch to Steve’s face. 
Billy stomped forward and held Steve up by his jacket. “No one tells me what to do!” Billy shouted in Steve’s face before colliding his forehead with Steve’s, sending him flying. 
You ran up and hopped onto Billy’s back, wrapping your arm around his neck in a chokehold as you tried to yank him back. With your other hand, you pulled at his hair with all your might. Billy surged forward, flinging you off his back and sending you tumbling to the ground.
You laid there limply and watched as Billy knelt over Steve’s body and mercilessly landed punch after punch to Steve’s face. From your peripheral, you watched Max approach him, a syringe in her hand. She stabbed the needle into Billy’s neck and injected him with the tranquilizer that was in it.
Billy froze, the syringe sticking out of his neck as he registered what had happened. He stumbled to his feet and turned to face Max, a look of shock on his face. He yanked the syringe from his neck, looking between it and Max. “The hell is this?” he slurred. “You little shit, what did you do?” He swayed for a few moments before falling back onto the floor.
Max grabbed Steve’s bat from the floor and held it over her head. “From here on out, you leave me and my friends alone. Do you understand?” she growled.
“Screw you,” he mumbled.
Max swung the bat down, landing it in a space on the floor just between his legs. She ripped it from the floor and held it above her head once more. “Say you understand! Say it! Say it!”
“I understand.”
“What?”
“I understand.” He finally succumbed to the drug, and Max stepped forward to grab the keys from Billy’s pocket.
Dustin immediately rushed over to you, helping you to your feet. “Do you think you can drive?” he asked.
You scoffed. “I can barely drive normally. There’s no way. I can barely see anything. I think I have a concussion.”
“I can drive,” Max announced.
“Alright,” you mumbled, too tired and out of it to argue. You followed her into the car, sitting down in the back as all the boys attempted to carry Steve’s limp body.
*** You were all nearly to the hole when you heard Dustin talking beside you. “Is he awake?” you grumbled, lifting your head from the car window. 
“What’s going on?” Steve grumbled. “Oh my god!”
“Just relax, she’s driven before,” Dustin reassured Steve, trying to keep him calm.
“Yeah, in a parking lot,” Mike argued.
“That counts!” Lucas defended.
“They were gonna leave you behind,” Dustin continued.
“Oh my god!” Steve shouted again.
“I promised that you’d be cool, okay?”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, what’s going on?” Steve cried out as Max picked up speed. “oh my god. No! Whoa! Stop the car! Slow down!”
“I told you he’d freak out!” Mike shouted.
“Stop the car!”
“Everybody shut up! I’m trying to focus!” Max chided.
“Shhh! My head hurts and you’re all being too loud!” you whined, clutching your head.
“Oh wait, that’s Mount Sinai! Make a left!” Lucas instructed.
“What?” Max voiced, beginning to panic.
“Make a left!”
Max immediately jerked the wheel, taking out a mailbox as she swerved slightly before turning sharply into a field. She sped quickly through the field before screeching to a hard stop right in front of the hole. “I told you, zoomer,” Max hummed before parking the car and hopping out.
You all filed out of the car and headed to the trunk, pulling out the supplies the boys had packed away before you left the house. You all quickly slipped on your goggles and bandanas before grabbing your gear. 
“Hey, where do you think you’re going?” Steve voiced, trying to find his footing as Mike rushed past him. “What, are you deaf? Hello?” Steve looked around at everyone else who was already suited up. “We are not going down there right now. I made myself clear.” Steve turned to you. “Hey, there’s no chance we are going to that hole, alright? This ends right now!” Steve grabbed Dustin’s bag from his hands and threw it to the ground.
“Steve, you’re upset, I get it,” Dustin soothed. “But the bottom line is, a party member requires assistance, and it is our duty to provide that assistance. Now, I know that you promised Nance that you would keep us safe, so keep us safe.” Dustin grabbed Steve’s backpack from the trunk and handed it to him.
You grabbed your machete and patted Steve shoulder. “So suit up, loverboy,” you hummed, brushing past him.
He sighed before reluctantly taking the backpack and putting on the mask and goggles Dustin had brought for him.
Once he was ready, he stepped in front of the group and stared down the hole, letting out another sigh before helping everyone down into the hole. He hopped down afterwards, pausing for a moment to take in the new atmosphere.
“Holy shit,” he breathed out after a moment.
“Yeah, I’m pretty sure it’s this way,” Mike instructed, referring to the quick makeshift map he had copied from Will’s drawings.
“You’re pretty sure, or you’re certain?” Dustin urged, looking in the same direction Mike was facing.
“I’m 100% sure. Just follow me and you’ll know.”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey. I don’t think so,” Steve argued, stopping Mike in his tracks.
“What?” Mike huffed.
“Any of you little shits die down here, I’m getting the blame. Got it, dipshit?”
“Steve,” you scolded, arching a brow at him.
“Sorry.” He let out a breath. “From now on, I’m leading the way. Come on, let’s go.” He began marching forward, trying to get this done as quick as possible. 
It had only been about 20 minutes or so when the strange ashy substance in the air grew thicker, acting as a fog of sorts..
“God,” Lucas stated incredulously.
“What is this place?” Max pondered, slowing her pace to look around.
“Guys, come on. Keep moving,” Steve commanded.
Everyone continued trudging forward, but froze in fear when they heard a shriek coming from a few feet behind them. “Shit!”
You all hurried back, seeing Dustin stumbling around blindly and screaming for help. 
“What happened?” You urged, falling to your knees in front of him.
“It’s in my mouth! Some got in my mouth! Shit!” he screeched, pulling his bandana down from around his face and spitting on the ground. A few moments later, after effectively expelling all the spit in his mouth, he took a deep breath and looked up at everyone. “I’m okay.”
“Jesus Christ,” You grumbled, pushing him by his forehead before you got to your feet.
After Dustin got to his feet, Steve continued marching forward. “Y/N, you’re manning the rear from now on!” he shouted from his position at the front.
“Yes sir,” you grumbled with an eye roll before stepping to the back of the line.
***
“Alright, Wheeler,” Steve announced after another few minutes of walking. “I think we found your hub.
You all stepped closer, closing the line up into a small cluster so you could all observe the large clearing Steve was referring to.
“Drench it,” Mike instructed, and everyone immediately got to work spraying weed killer, kerosene, gasoline, and any other flammable substance on the large clearing filled with strange-looking vines.
You all had made quick work of covering the surface area of the clearing, making the entire area reek of chemicals. 
The six of you were backed a few feet into the tunnel you came from, with Steve sitting in the front, his lighter in his hand. “I am in such deep shit,” he sighed before flicking the lighter on and tossing in into the pit, watching as it instantaneously burst into flames. 
“Okay we gotta go before the demo-dogs get here,” you instructed, pushing yourself to your feet and quickly ushering everyone past you before taking your spot at the end of the line. Everyone’s pace quickened into a run as you tried to get out of the tunnels as fast as possible.
You had only made it a few hundred yards into the tunnels, however, when Mike stumbled and fell to the ground. You reached your hand down to help him up, only to see the vines quickly moving and snaking around his ankles. “Shit, shit,” you whispered, moving to try and pry them off him. “Guys! Guys, get back here!”
Everyone came running back, quickly working to help Mike get out. Steve raised his bat above his head and swung down in an attempt to crush the vines that held Mike captive, only for them to flinch and continue.
You shooed Steve out of the way and swung your machete down, severing the vines and watching them fall limply off Mike’s ankles. Dustin and Lucas quickly pulled him up and you all turned to hurry off.
You let out a sigh of relief and moved to follow behind them, only to feel a tight grip on your ankles. Panic rose in your throat as you felt them tug, yanking you to the ground. You fell hard on your back, all the air leaving your lungs as your body thumped silently to the ground. Through blurred vision, you watched the group walk forward, not realizing that anything was wrong. Your eyes flickered down to your ankles, now trapped in two snaking vines that began slithering up your body. 
Bile rose in your throat and you kicked with all your might, only to have one vine snake around your waist and arms, holding you down. Another vine wormed around your throat and contracted, cutting off your air supply. Tears welled in your eyes as you struggled to breathe, to move, to speak. You watched as one last vine slipped under your goggles and handkerchief, exposing you to the toxic environment. Your vision slowly began to fade, all of your senses quickly diminishing as you felt your body slip away from consciousness.
Then you heard the stampede.
Demo-dogs trampled over your near-lifeless body, clawing at your clothes and skin as they went. Blood began to well from the cuts, letting out a silent scream when one clawed straight down from your forehead to your cheek and sliced your eye.
Blood flooded into your eyes and your nose and your mouth as everything slowly fell dark and silent.
***
Steve hoisted the last boy up before he tugged himself out of the hole, letting out a tired huff as he landed on the soft earth. His eyes searched around the group, doing a mental count.
And then another one.
“Guys?” he voiced, body filling with worry. “Where’s Y/N?”
“She’s right-” Dustin began, turning around only to see that you weren’t standing behind him. “Shit.”
Everyone’s eyes grew wide and Steve immediately sat up, adrenaline already coursing through his veins. “Okay, when was the last time we saw her?”
“At those vines,” Mike said, his voice wavering with fear. “Oh my god.” 
Steve looked down into the hole before looking back at the group. “You guys stay here. I’m gonna go find her.”
He tugged the handkerchief over his mouth before diving back into the hole and sprinting down the tunnel.
“Y/N! Y/N, where are you?!” His heart was pounding in his chest as his mind raced with all the possible scenarios that could’ve happened, all of the things that could’ve happened to you. 
Then he heard the soft whimpers.
He froze for a moment, listening. Then he ran faster than he ever had before, faster than when he was being chased by the demogorgon, faster than he thought possible.
“S-Steve,” you choked out, voice strained and shaky. You had only woken up moments before, the grip on your neck now gone.
“Oh my god.” His stomach twisted at the sight of you when your body came into view.
Every inch of your body was covered in cuts, blood, bruises, and vines. Your hair was matted and coated in a thick layer of dirt and gore, your eyes drooping so low he couldn’t tell if they were open or not.
He knelt down beside you and grabbed your machete that was lying just out of your reach, immediately slicing through the vines that kept you pinned to the ground. The moment you were free of your restraints, he scooped you up into his arms with the gentle touch that he would use to hold a baby, minding your wounds. “You’re okay, Y/N. It’s okay.”
“Hurts,” you cried. “I can’t see.”
“I know. We’re gonna get you to a hospital. You’ll be okay.”
“D… Don’t let Dustin s-see me. Please.”
“I won’t. Promise.”
After a minute, which felt like hours to you, you arrived at the opening. “Dustin…”
“I know.” He looked up, seeing the clear starry sky. “Hey Dustin, I need you to close your eyes, bud.”
“Wait, why? Is Y/N okay?” Dustin shouted back leaning over to peek into the hole.
Steve immediately stepped back, hiding your body from view. “Please, dude. Just for now.”
Dustin, noting Steve’s panicked tone, nodded and stepped back, covering his eyes with his hands. “Okay, they’re closed.”
“Okay, guys, I need you to help me get Y/N up and out.”
The two boys and Max peeked their heads in, their stomachs lurching at the sight of you. “Holy shit,” Lucas whispered. Immediately, they all reached down and pulled you up as Steve lifted you. They dragged you away from the hole and fell back, panic in their eyes. “What do we do?”
“We get her to a hospital.” Once Steve got his footing, he scooped you back up and carried you out of the pit. “Can someone radio Jonathan and Nancy and Joyce?”
“It’s in the car,” Max admitted, voice shaking with fear. “Okay, we need to go. Try to get ahold of them.”
As the group stepped towards the car, the headlights began to shine brightly, blinding them for a few moments from the sheer power of it. “Eleven,” Mike whispered. “She did it.”
Once the lights faded, Max hurried to the car and hopped in the driver’s seat, starting the car and speeding off once everyone was inside and you were safely situated.
Mike grabbed the radio from off the seat and began to search for Hopper’s radio at once, trying to recall the channel Hopper had told Jonathan earlier. Once the radio stopped buzzing with static and was now filled with silence, he pressed the button and began to shout for Jonathan. “Jonathan, this is Mike, do you copy?” 
“Mike?” Jonathan’s voice came through the machine after a few moments of silence, his voice crackly and tinny. 
“There’s an emergency. Y/N, she…” Mike cleared his throat, images of your torn up body flashing through his mind. “She’s not doing good. We’re on our way to the hospital right now.”
“W-What happened? What do you mean she’s not doing good?”
“She got hurt. Really bad. Just… Just come to the hospital as soon as you can.”
“Okay. I’ll be there soon.”
***
As soon as Max pulled up to the hospital, the flash of Jonathan’s headlights shone into the car. He sprinted out of the car before it was even parked correctly, leaving the keys in the ignition. 
He could get a new car. Buy a new battery. He couldn’t get you back if he lost you.
“Jonathan,” Steve said, noting his presence with a breath of relief. “I’m gonna get the kids inside. Can you get Y/N?”
Jonathan nodded, feeling as if his mind and heart were detached from his body, running further and further apart with each moment.
Once he made sure the kids were inside, he yanked the front passenger seat down to get to you.
At that moment, his body, heart, and mind collided, bringing him to the shocking present. The feeling could be compared to being dunked in ice water, every part of your body and soul being forced into fight-or-flight mode while you still hadn’t comprehended what was happening.
“J…” you muttered, eyes fluttering open to search for him.
“Hey, hey, it’s me. You’re okay,” he whispered, gently scooping you up and getting you out of the car.
“H-hurts.”
“I know. Don’t speak, it’ll make you weaker.” 
The moment your body was fully exposed to the cruel and unforgiving fluorescent lights of the hospital, he felt as if he was going to faint. 
Your blood had already began to congeal, caking onto your skin and making your clothes cling to your body. Your right eye had a large gash through it, your eyeball scratched and possibly split. “I’m so sorry, Y/N,” he choked out, walking through the doors of the hospital. He knew he should’ve been looking ahead, searching for a nurse or doctor to help you, but he couldn’t take his eyes off of yours. “I’m sorry.”
With every last bit of energy that you had left in you, you reached up and cupped his cheek, cracking a small smile. “It’ll be okay, Johnny Boy.” A harsh cough ripped through your body, making blood trickle down your lips. “I...I love you.”
With that, you were taken from his arms and placed on a gurney, whisked away from him, leaving him to drown in his own thoughts.
***
“She’s awake,” the doctor announced the moment she stepped into the waiting room, effectively drawing everyone’s attention.
“Can we see her?” Mike asked, eyes pleading.
“Only one at a time, but yes.”
Everyone looked to Dustin. “She’s your sister, you should probably see her first,” Max explained, nudging his shoulder.
Dustin nodded and stood up, taking a deep breath before following the doctor into your room. “Be fairly quiet, she may have a slight migraine from the blood loss.” With that, the doctor left the room.
“Hey Dusty,” you choked out, voice hoarse and crackly. 
“Hey, Y/N/N,” he spoke, a scared smile on his face. “How are you feeling?”
“Mmm, high right now. Probably feel like shit later. They gave me a ton of painkillers.” You tried to flash him a small smile, but winced from the pain that shot through your face when you did so. “How are you feeling?”
He shrugged. “I-I’m okay now. I was kinda scared.”
“I’m sorry. I-I should’ve called for help before it got too bad. I just… Thought I could handle it.”
“It’s not your fault.”You nodded. “How are we gonna explain this to mom?” you joked after a moment of silence.
“We’ll say you got taken and they had some dogs attack you.”
“How long have you been thinking that through?”
“Ever since we got here.”
You let out a chuckle, shifting slightly with a small wince. “So, have they told you guys what all is wrong with me, or are they just waiting for me to find out myself?”
“Well, they said that you have a bruised windpipe, a few broken ribs, a concussion, your eye got cut, and there were a lot of cuts on your body.”
“God, they really did a number on me, huh?”
He nodded, letting out a small chuckle. You couldn’t tell if it was real or if it was just to comfort you, but it calmed you down nonetheless. “The doctors said that you get to come home once you’re stable. They said in about 2 days, if everything goes okay.”
“I’m excited to be home. Gonna eat all the rest of your Halloween candy.” A cough rattled your body, causing you to shiver for a moment afterwards from the feeling of your organs seizing up. A small dribble of blood dripped down your lips, but you quickly wiped it away before he could see.
“Everyone’s excited for you to be home. They’re all outside waiting for you.”
“Really? Why aren’t they in here?”
“The doctor said only one person could come in at a time.”
“Fuck what the doctors say. Tell them to come in here. I wanna see them.”
Dustin flashed a genuine smile this time, running out of the room to grab everybody.
***
Jonathan thought that the most heartbreaking thing he would experience was him losing his little brother, knowing there was virtually nothing he could do to help him.
But when he saw you laying in that hospital bed, half of your body covered in bandages with wires sticking out of your body, he knew that that sight was an extremely close second.
A wide smile spread over your face when you saw everyone flood into the room. “Hi guys,” you rasped.
“Hey, Y/N/N,” Nancy whispered, tears springing to her eyes. “How are you feeling?”
You shook your head slightly. “I’m okay. I-It doesn’t matter.” You searched around the room. “Where’s Will? Is he okay?”
"He’s resting at home,” Mike explained. “He’s okay.”
Questions and concerns were voiced by every person, all eyes on you as you consoled them and reassured them that you were fine. The doctor came in about 15 minutes later, instructing that everyone leave so you could get some rest. Everyone did as they were told, stepping out of the room to give you space.
Well, almost everyone.
Jonathan stood in the corner of the room and waited until the room was cleared out to sit down in the hard plastic seat next to your bed, remorseful eyes trained on your face.
“So, are you an exception to the doctor’s orders, now?” you teased, reaching out and giving his shoulder a weak squeeze. 
“I-I’ll leave if you want,” he said, sitting up slightly, ready to leave at any moment.
You shook your head. “No, stay. I missed you.”
He let a small smile crack on his face, his hand slipping into yours with a cautious touch. “I missed you too.”
“Are you doing okay?”
“I should be the one asking you that.”
“Jonathan, like I told everyone else, I’m fine. It doesn’t matter.” You squeezed his hand, wincing slightly at the tug on your broken skin when you did so. “You basically witnessed your brother get exorcised. I… I wouldn’t be okay if I saw that.”
He let out a sigh. “I’m not okay, but I will be. He’s okay now, that’s all that matters.” He squeezed your hand in return, smoothing his thumb over your knuckles. “Besides, that’s not really what’s on my mind.”
You tilted your head, confusion furrowing your brows and scrunching your nose slightly. “What’s on your mind, Johnny Boy?”
Another sigh, followed by him shifting in his chair. “Do you remember anything when you got to the hospital?”
You shook your head. “No. I-It’s all kinda fuzzy. I guess blood loss and oxygen deprivation does that to you.” You let out a small chuckle, silencing when you noticed the distressed look on his face. “Why?”
“Steve…” He bit down on his lip, thinking of what to say. “Steve told me to bring you in while he took care of the kids.” You stayed silent, allowing him to continue. “When I carried you in, you…” He brushed a hand through his hair. “You told me you loved me.”
Your breath caught in your throat, eyes growing wide for a split second. “Well, I do love you, Jonathan. You’re the best friend I could ever ask for. Even after this week.”
“And I’m really sorry about that. Truly. I… Doing that to you is one of my biggest regrets.” He let out a sigh, eyes darting back and forth as if he was reading from an imaginary script. “But you... You said it like-” A frustrated huff. “Like you loved me, romantically.”
Your lips pursed, silent as you searched for a response. “Like I said, I was on the brink of death.” A shrug. “Besides, it doesn’t matter. You’re with Nancy.”
“But it does matter!”
You shook your head. “It doesn’t, Jonathan. You’ll learn this eventually, but what I feel doesn’t matter on the grand scale of things.”
“It does to me.”
“Why are you so hung up on this? I was almost dead! Forgive me if I say some stupid shit!”
“Because I love you too!”
You closed your eyes, taking a few deep breaths before letting out a small chuckle. “Jonathan, th-this isn’t funny.”
“You’re right. It’s not funny. I love you, and I’m serious.”
“If you do love me, like you say you do, then you wouldn’t have pined after Nancy so much. Maybe you do love me, but definitely not as much as you love Nancy-”
“Y/N-”
“It’s okay, Jonathan. Like I said, what I feel doesn’t matter.” You squeezed his hand once more, feeling tears spring to your eyes. “If you’re happy, then I’m happy.”
“But I’m not happy if you’re not happy.”
“But I just said that I’m happy if you’re happy.”
“Well, I’m not fucking happy-”
“But you are, Jonathan. You seek out happiness, and you found it with Nancy.”
“But I found it with you too.”
“But who did you choose in the end?”
Silence.
“Exactly.”
He shook his head, letting out a scoff. “Don’t just ‘exactly’ me.”
“What do you want me to say? That you should break up with Nancy and be with me?”
“Yes!”
“Then you really don’t know me at all, do you?”
He clenched his jaw, fingers of his free hand curled into a fist. With a puff of air through his nose, he pushed himself onto his feet and leaned over you, pressing a gentle but firm kiss to your lips. Your eyes widened in shock, but you couldn’t force yourself to pull away.
He broke the kiss a moment later, squeezing his eyes shut and letting go of your hand. “Just give me some time, please?” he whispered, taking a few steps towards the door.
“Don’t I always, Byers?” you choked out, feeling a tear slip down your cheek.
***
Dustin had stepped through the doors with a big smile on his face and even bigger hair. You leaned over and waved at Steve in his car before stepping over to your brother, pulling him into a side hug and hovering your hand over his head. “Hey, don’t mess up the hair! It took me like 30 minutes!” he squealed, prompting a laugh from you.
“God, you’re getting more and more like Steve every day,” you teased, giving his shoulder a squeeze before letting him go and going back over to Nancy behind the punch bowl.
With a sigh, you leaned down and rested your elbows against the table, keeping your face cast downwards to avoid scaring the kids too much.
No matter how many times you had begged your Principal, the PTA manager, even the teachers setting up the dance to dismiss you from your chaperone responsibilities due to your injuries, they denied because “it was your choice to volunteer in the first place” and “maybe you can scare the kids straight.” Yeah, just wonderful.
“You look beautiful, Y/N,” Nancy told you once again, nudging your shoulder before pouring a glass of punch for a kid.
“Yeah, this gigantic gash on my face sure does go well with my hair and makeup,” you huffed snarkily, waiting until the kid had walked away to sit up straight and turn to face her. “Besides, you don’t have to reassure me all the time. I know I look scary. It’s fine. I’m accepting it.”
She let out a sigh and shook her head. “You’re so stubborn, you know that? Can’t you just accept a compliment?”
“I don’t accept things that aren’t true.”
“Hmm?” She voiced, turning to you. Of course she wasn’t listening to you. Why would she when she had someone else she could pay attention to.
You shook your head, pursing your lips as you stared into the punch bowl. “You know you don’t have to hang out with me the whole time.”
“Y/N-”
“Go. Hang out with Jonathan. I really don’t care. Besides, I don’t think serving punch requires two people, anyways.”
She was silent for a moment. “Are you sure?”
“Positive, Nance. Go have fun. One of us needs to have some.”
She left your side the second the last word left your mouth, immediately hurrying over to hang out with Jonathan. You blew out a long breath through your slightly open lips, eyes glancing over the crowd of middle schoolers before returning to the punch bowl, staring at it as if it held all the secrets you needed.
The song changed and you listened to the shuffling of feet along the gym floor as everyone searched for someone to dance for, or they were retreating into a corner to avoid confrontation at all costs. You drummed your fingers along the table and chewed on your lower lip, finally sitting up straight and staring into the crowd directly. A smile tugged at the corner of your lips when you saw that Will and Lucas were already swept off into the crowd. You knew Mike was waiting for El, so you didn’t worry about him. Dustin, however, was a different story.
You watched as he stepped into a crowd of girls, only for them to ignore him, and then laugh at his attempt to woo them. A small pit of dread settled in the pit of your stomach, but you watched as he pushed on. Only to be rejected again. He then retreated over to the bleachers, his gaze focused on the ground.
You searched the crowd and, after deciding that no one would come over to the punch table for a while, headed over to Dustin. “I guess this isn’t either of our nights, huh?” you voiced, plopping down next to him. With a sigh, you reached over and grabbed his hand, squeezing slightly. “Don’t take it personally, Dusty. Middle school girls are assholes.”
“You weren’t,” he huffed, still staring at the floor. “And El and Max aren’t.”
“Popular middle school girls are assholes.” you nudged his shoulder. “You’ll find someone, I know you will. You just have to give it some time. You’re gonna be like the new Steve when you get to high school. You’re gonna get all the girls.”
“You think so?”
“I know so.” You two sat in silence for a moment before he spoke.
“Why aren’t you talking to Jonathan?”
You furrowed your brows, shaking your head slightly. “What do you mean? We-we always talk.”
“Will said you’ve been avoiding Jonathan. Besides, it’s pretty obvious, Y/N.”
“I’ve just been busy.”
“Manning the punch bowl while Nancy talks to him?”
“They’re dating now. It’s fine.”
“Well you don’t look like you’re fine with it.”
“Do you have to be right all the time?”
“It’s a curse.”
You let out a chuckle before sighing, eyes glancing up at the couple for a moment before going to the floor. “There’s just not a point in trying anymore. They’re happy. I can’t compete with Nancy. It’s better to just… Let it go.”
Another pause. “Jonathan really likes you, you know.”
You shook your head. “He may have used to. Any feelings he has for me are strictly platoni-”
“Everyone saw him kiss you at the hospital.”
His words made you choke on your spit, your heart nearly stopping right there. “... Please tell me you’re joking.”
“Well not everyone. But the party saw it. And mom. And Joyce. And Hopper. And Steve.”
“Oh my god.” You buried your face in your hands. “You couldn’t have told me then? Or at least at a time other than now?” Your toe nervously tapped against the wooden floor. Then, in a small voice, you asked, “... Did Nancy see?”
“Not that I know of. I think she was getting snacks at the vending machine.”
You let out a breath that you didn’t know you were holding. Then another silence.
You didn’t even notice the sound of approaching footsteps as you were too wrapped up in your own thoughts, your heart nearly stopping once more when you saw Nancy’s shoes come into view. “Hey Dustin,” her voice rang clearly.
Dustin looked up, offering her a shy smile. “Hey.”
“Wanna dance?”
“What?”
Nancy reached her hand out. “Come on. Let’s go.”
Dustin took her hand with hesitance, glancing over at you. You gave him a nod and a big smile, letting go of his other hand to let him go with her. “Like I said, Dustin. Ladies man,” you teased.
He gave you a big smile in return and rose to his feet, letting Nancy lead him to the dance floor. Nancy turned to glance back at you, and you mouthed a ‘thank you’ to her. She nodded and flashed you a smile of her own before disappearing into the crowd of people.
As soon as the two of them were out of eyesight, you slouched back down in your seat, smoothing your hands over the tulle of your dress. You let your eyes flutter closed as you listened to the music, trying to keep yourself in the present to avoid your emotions from going haywire. That was a bad idea, however, as the moment you closed your eyes, you saw flashes of that horrid night in the tunnels. Your eyes snapped back open a moment later, and a heavy sigh fell from your lips.
“Hey.”
You looked up to see Jonathan standing there, his arms crossed over his chest and a sheepish look on his face.
“Hey,” you hummed, mirroring his sheepish look. He sat down next to you, his arms unfolding so he could clasp his hands together and rest them in his lap. “You look nice. You should wear suits more.”
He scoffed, playfully nudging his shoulder with yours.
“What, I’m serious! You look nice!” You turned to face him, letting a smile grow on your lips.
“You look nice, too. Seriously.”
You let out a sigh. “You don’t have to say that, you know.”
“Why not?”
“You don’t have to lie to make me feel better.”
“But I’m not lying.”
You chewed on your lower lip, your smile almost completely faded away. “Did Nancy send you over here?”
“Why would you think she did that?”
You shrugged. “Pity? That’s one of her strong suits.”
“What if I told you that I came over here because I wanted to? Because I missed you and I wanted to see you?”
“Then I’d say that you’re lying.” You held back another sigh, staring him straight in the eye. “Jonathan, you really don’t need to baby me or pity me. I already get enough of that from everyone else.”
“I’m treating you like a normal human being, not pitying you-”
“But I’m not a normal fucking human! Look at me! I look like a fucking monster!”
He let out a huff and unfurled one of your hands that was tightly gripping the fabric of your dress. He rose to his feet and grabbed your now-unfurled hand, pulling you to your feet as well. “Come on.”
“Jonathan-”
“No, no whining. Come on.” He led you past the crowd and past the bleachers, over to the exit. He pushed past the doors and walked down the hallway, stopping in front of the stairs.
“What are we doing? We can’t leave the gym-”
“Y/N, just be quiet for once. Okay?”
You nodded, watching him as he pulled a tape from out of his pocket. He let go of your hand and stepped behind you, placing the tape into the tape deck of the stereo you had failed to notice. There was a small gap of static as the tape wound before the familiar notes of “Melt with You” by Modern English began to play.
A smile graced your lips once again, eyes twinkling with joy and appreciation. He stepped back over to you, taking both of your hands into his. “Is… Is this okay?”
You let out a chuckle, nodding immediately. “It’s perfect. Thank you.” You slowly slipped your hands away from his so you could snake your arms around his neck, pulling him into a tight hug. His hands wound around your waist a moment later, his head resting against your shoulder.
“Anything for you.”
You sniffled slightly, leaning your head against his chest as you two slowly began to sway along to the music.
The song stood out to you, but you couldn’t quite place it. “I didn’t know you could stomach putting this song on a mixtape,” you teased.
Then it hit you.
“Isn’t this song also on your mixtape for Nancy? That ‘For Her’ mixtape?” You pulled your head away from his chest to look up at him.
He sighed. “Y/N, that mixtape wasn’t for her. It never was. I… Hold on.” He stepped away from you and crouched down by the stereo , grabbing the plastic casette case. He traced his fingers over the words on the index card that was taped to the inside for a moment before getting back up and handing it to you. “Read the songs.”
“I-I don’t know how this proves-”
“Just read them. Please.”
You sighed, but obliged. “One, ‘Melt With You’ by Modern English-”
“The song you’d play in my car on a loop when it first came out.”
You pursed your lips slightly before continuing. “Two, ‘Love Will Tear us Apart’ by Joy Division.”
“Your favorite song off of their album.”
“Three, ‘This Must be the Place’ by Talking Heads.”
“The song you said reminded you of us. That as long as we’re together, everything is okay.”
You skimmed over the rest of the song list. “So all these songs make you think of me?”
He chuckled. “Well, everything makes me think of you. But these songs are yours. It’s your playlist.” He stepped forward, taking your hand in his. “Everything I do is for you. I guess it just took me a while to realize it.”
Tears welled in your eyes, and you looked down at the ground to avoid his gaze. “I... I don’t know what to say.”
“You don’t have to say anything. I just... I wanted you to know.”
You nodded slowly, lifting your gaze to meet his. A small smile rested on your face and you squeezed his hand before wrapping your free arm around him. “I do really love you. And I know that it’s too late, but I just don’t think I can keep it in anymore.”
He nodded, slowly beginning to sway to the music once again. “We’ll figure this out. We always do.”
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Not just a Monster
Warning: violence, blood,
16: life or death
We were both shaking, even though if Eun-Yoo did open up the door for Ji-Su to use the restroom she still would have passed out. " come on help me lift her!" I pleaded to grab her one side while she got the other.
We both counted to three lifting her. Pulling her arms around our neck making our way out of the girl's restroom. I called for help,  not knowing if anyone knew what to do.
Seeing Eun-Hyuk and Jae-Heon they ran over to us. Jake-Heon took Ji-Soo first. " what happened?" Run-Hyuk questioned. I was about to answers until Eun-Yoo did. " she collapsed in the restroom."
There were tear stains on The girl's face, " she been acting like her side has been hurting her for a few days now haven't you all noticed?"
" we've asked but she just denied it." I bit my lip, " what are we going to do?" Eun-Hyuk shook his head " take her to a couch, she needs to lay down so we can figure out the problem."
And we did just that, laying her on the couch moving some of the pillows and blankets off them. She groaned while we were doing this. " how much does it hurt?" We have all gathered in behind.
" I'm fine." Ji-Soo Urged but Eun-Hyuk put his hand on her side and pressed down. She cried out in pain, " I'm going to lift my hand now." After he did she cried out more. " I think it's appendicitis?"
Ji-Soo repeated after him,
" Appendicitis?" She asked not knowing what he was talking about. " Your appendix." Everyone started whispering, " appendix, how does he know that?"
" you should know that we were poor but he still went to med school." Eun-Hyuk explained, " so what do we do?" Su-Yeong wonder, " she'll be okay." Mrs. Cha rubbed the little girl's head.
" the golden hour is running out on both sides." Hye-In implied I frowned, staring at her. I don't know if she was going to be alright? What if we ran out of time on the golden hour?
Soon Eun-Hyun, Jae-Heon, me, and Eun-Yoo were talking amongst ourselves while everyone was in the day-Care-Center.
" if her appendix burst it'll become Serious. In her peritoneum, she could get an infection and Bacteria can spread out through her entire body."
I leaned back on the hall, thinking this over, it wasn't good. " she'll need surgery?" Jae-Heon pronounced, " there's nothing we can do here," I heard Eun-Yoo grumble. " and I'm not sure if I know how?"
Well knowing some medical stuff is better than not knowing at all. " so you're saying you're not going to do anything about it!." Eun-Yoo got up fussing at her brother.
" We can't just let her suffer?" I butted in but I understood, that he was put in a difficult situation. Someone's life was in his hands with just a little experience. " do whatever you can do because I need to get even with her!" Eun-Yoo demanded.
I bit the inside of my lip my nerves her racking up as we got done talking about what was going to happen. Now here comes the hard part. " so there's a chance I might die?" Ji-Soo admitted.
Eun-Hyuk nodded, " yes." I felt bad for her and I don't know how she was taking the news. Probably not well. " there's a higher chance of dying than surviving... It's your call."
He told her, but it didn't take long for her answer because she murmured a yes. " if I don't, there's no chance of surviving at all." She was set with her answer that and Eun-Hyuk left the room.
Everyone was in here even Hyun-Su, " I'll perform surgery. I need antibiotics, anesthetics, saline, and surgical instruments." Eun-Hyuk informed, " I'll go," Jae-Heon Volunteered, it was nice of him but it would be trouble since she's only got one good arm.
" are you trying to die?" Sang-Wook walked up, " you'll just be a burden in that state." That was kinda harsh.
"Okay, I'll go too." I looked over towards Yu-Ri, " no you. won't." Gil-Seob declared, " there are dozens of surgical tools unless you're going to bring the whole hospital, You need someone who we will get the right equipment."
Gil-Seob stood up walking over towards Yu-R, she nodded her head as If saying I'll be okay. " please help us." It was Eun-Hyuk you couldn't tell by his face but he was serious.
So we all began working on getting ready for Ji-Soo surgery. Wiping down the table with hot water, disinfecting everything that was gonna be used. Like the Surgical tools. Hanging up plastic around the room.
Once I was done helping I grabbed my duffel bag, knowing I'll need it for the medical tools. And my machete Du-Silk fixed it to where a bat was Screwed into it.
It was pretty badass, going over to the back seat of the newly reinforced car I opened the door throwing in my bag about to get in when a hand grabbed my shoulder Stopping I look over to see who it was.
Eun-Hyuk stood in front of me, " if things go south just go to the hospital. Getting food is optional Saving Ji-Soo is the main goal." I nodded, " we'll be back soon." I got in and closed the door.
It was great to know he was thinking about others' now and not being so selfish. When everyone that was going got in the vehicle Sang-Wook who was driving started the Engine and we took off. Hyun-Su decided to come with us even I didn't want him to.
Thinking about going outside again, we're it all began. We're I survived with no one, because of what I didn't mean to do. I knew I was still responsible but Did I want to live with the Constant guilt?
That's what I use to think, not knowing when my time would be up if I went out on a run wondering if I might not come back alive. Dying from hunger or dehydration or anything else in this damn world that would do the job.
I didn't want to though at least not know or ever. Yes, I would have to live with it there death but keeping their Memory alive is what I want. To be able to never forget my loved ones.
Going down a dark tunnel I saw the exit and bright sunlight And clear blue sky's it gave me hope, knowing the group I was with is my new friends possibly family and for some reason, I couldn't leave them.
It's maybe because I found a connection with Hyun-Su that we both have held out for this long it's August 25 year twenty-twenty. I have passed the 15-day mark since the 8th of monsterization.
You could say I was holding out but I haven't been fainting having no nosebleeds, or Hallucinations. It's not that I was worried about not having those things I'm just worried when IT comes back I wouldn't be able to contain the monster and finally turn.
I was a ticking time bomb, to say the least. As we rolled out on the ground the ground began to rumble. Feeling the car shake I Gripped my weapon looking outside.
I didn't have time to react because are were rammed into. Feeling the impact of the hit on my side I felt the door close in as we were thrown through the air. Screaming could be heard as the glass was flying everywhere.
Crashing landed on an enormous pile of sand rolling down it the car flipped over a couple of times until it stopped. Blood was dripping from my face clouding my vision as if it was blurry enough from my head swinging back and forth.
I yelled out it see if the others were alive. But I didn't hear a response. Please God don't let them be dead I thought, trying to get out of my seat. But where the door was caved in on me and that my seatbelt was completely stuck I couldn't free myself to help anyone.
Yu-Ri was laying on the roof of the car that was upside down, blood was all over her face passed out so was Sang-Wook searching around I couldn't find Hyun-Su he was in the front passenger seat but he wasn't there.
Looking around Frantically I saw his body lying outside on the ground he wasn't moving. Tears began to fall from my face, I needed to get out and help them. I didn't see my machete bat anywhere to cut myself out.
But there was a large piece of glass stuck in my leg it was big than my hand. I had to pull it out, taking ahold of it I clenched my teeth jerking it out real fast. I cussed sucking in a breath, that fucking hurt.
Taking the seatbelt, I Started to saw on the thick material moving it back-and-forth. Then then the rumbling came back. My breathing quickened as I was trying to cut faster.
" come on you stupid piece of shit!" I mumbled Anxiously, I was finally able to cut myself free slowly I made my way down until I got on the ground. I took my hand shaking Yu-ri but she wouldn't get up. Signing Looking through the car's window I saw Hyun-Su waking.
I was afraid the giant monster get to him before he would have time to react. I screamed out his name to get his attention. " Hyun-Su!!! Get up!!!" I Cried seeing him glance over to me eyes wide when he saw the monster warning him about.
He got up staggering a little bit, grabbing his spear. He Launched at the monster trying to stop it in its thigh but it was no use it ended up flinging its hand hitting Hyun-Su sending him flying crashing into more sand construction equipment.
I screamed out, and the giant monster looked down at me and smiled with its bloody mouth. It picked a concrete cylinder and checked it at Hyun-Su. But he dodged it just in time.
I let out a shaky breath, there was a movement in the front seat it was Sang-Wook he pulled himself out of the car. I began to smell smoke inhaling the fumes, making me cough It was going to catch on fire soon.
I hurried to cut Yu-Ri's belt, hearing I banging noise. Sang-Wook jerked open the door. I soon was able to cut her free, heaving her up I dragged myself over to the opening Sang-Wook made.
It was a tight space so I laid Yu-Ri in front of me first so he could grab her. " here take her, I'm fine."  I stated not needing help. I was about to crawl out but then remembered my Field guide journal with my family picture in it. I found it near the front.
I was close enough to reach and unzip it, searching around my hand to touch the cover of the pages. Getting it out I held it close to me while dragging my Injured leg that was bleeding heavily out.
I clutched my leg adding pressure as I got up limping, to get away it was going to blow up any minute. But my leg was in too much pain, I fell to the ground, landing on my side.
I grunted cussing out,  " damn leg!" Trying to get up but then I smelled gas. My eyes widened trying to pull myself up again.  The smell was getting thicker and stronger.
I didn't know where Sang-Wook went with Yu-ri but I hope they were safe. Off in the distance, I heard someone calling out my name. Looking up it was Hyun-Su, he was running.
I hadn't noticed the big red fire truck that had come in all this ruckus. The person that was driving it was ramming the monster with it. Just then I began to feel the heat and something grabbing me yanking me out of the way when the car exploded.
Knowing it was Hyun-Su he wrapped his arm around me as we tumbled to the ground. Making a thud sound, I landed on him my face got shoved in his chest.
I stayed there for a minute taking short hard breathes, I could feel his arm tighten around when I started to move. " Are...you alright?" Hyun-Su breathed out.
Wondering if I was okay, I was quiet for a minute but then answered. " I gashed my leg open, but I'm fine." I wiggled out of his grasp sitting up, he did also.
Seeing the huge slash that was oozing a lot of blood by the minute. " can you try and stand?" He asked, but I shook my head. " no, I can walk." Hissed in pain when I moved it.
" Okay, " was all Hyun-Su said grabbing my arm he wrapped it around his shoulder. " I'm going to lift you, can you get on my back," he added, I nodded as he Crouched down.
Climbing on it, I wrapped my arms around his neck, giving the clear he stood up and walked back to the apartment building. Feeling tired I laid my head on his shoulder.
This is kinda long but I hope you enjoy it!! ☺️✨
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Short story from class years ago that i found. i am going to keep it as close to the origianl that i have written so that i can rewrite it and see how my progress has come since then. comments and suggestions are welcome.
Dean and his little brother, in age only, Sams had been talking about closing the gates of hell forever and somehow getting the angels back into heaven on the front of their, well when I say their I mean Dean’s, beloved 1967 Black Chevy Impala. She’s been through everything with them. They were staking out a vamp’s nest that had been active for the last couple of days hoping to catch a glimpse of someone walking in or out so they could get in without arousing suspicion but so far everything was a little too quiet for Dean’s taste. He had never known a hunt that was this easy so far. Sure they had some, but never vampire cases, except for the time with Benny and when he had the Mark of Cain. Know that was a whole other story to be told but that can wait. What usually happens is they would get caught and ruffed up a-bit but so far no one had come in or out of the so-called abandoned building. Suddenly Dean could hear some shouting that was coming from inside the building with what sounds like a female and male voices.
In an instant, the fight burst out of the abandoned building and into the woods that surrounded the nest. Dean was quietly watching the unfolding chaos in front of him as the two began to roughly fight each other. Dean and Sam continued to watch in rapt attention as the female appeared to get fed up with the other and attacked with her fangs out for the three men to see. The two men in the the car were slowly getting their machetes out when suddenly there was a sharp pain in his neck . His vision had black spotsthat were steadily getting bigger and darker. He could hear Sam turn and yell for him before also getting hit. Right before he blacked out he turned to the fight from earlier and saw the two staring at them and grinning. “Shit, this was a setup.” was Dean’s last thought before he finally slipped into the nothingness that beckoned him further into the recesses of the inky blackness.
When Dean finally came to he was sitting down, with his hands behind his back, tied to a pole with his clothes on but he couldn’t feel the extra weight of his other weapons that he carried on a hunt. The only time he ever took them off was when he was safe at the bunker, at home, with Cas and Sam looking for more hunts. He knew he kept a small blade sown into a mini pocket in the back of his leather jacket that thankfully the vamp’s decided to let him keep on. He quietly signaled for Sam to do the same and he understood. Sam started to make some weird noises that if he didn’t know better he would have been extremely worried for him. Dean used that time that they were distracted to cut at the rope holding his hands hostage. While Dean was concentrating on that he failed to see the guy from earlier punch Sam a few times and go back to the table where the weapons were laid out. Fortunately, Dean glanced over at the vamp advancing on his brother with the gun he always had on him.  
By the time Dean had mostly done the cutting and all he had to do was to snap the rope by himself with all the strength he had. The other vamps must have heard the rope snapping because when they looked back at where Dean was supposed to be he was missing. They whirled around only to have their head cut off with a ‘thud’ as the head fell to the ground by a very ticked off older older brother. No one but Dean was allowed to mess wtih sam! Before Dean had the time to process what happened Sam was shot in his leg and he let out a wail of anguish. Dean stormed over to the laughing vamp obviously having fun and not hearing his nest mates dying behind him.
Dean chopped his head off before he could look behind him to see a furious Dean coming towrads him with a vengence. “Sam! Are you ok?” Dean asked as he starts to hack at the ropes holding his brother captive to the pole. “Yea so far. I’m doin’ good. You?” Sam managed to wheeze out beforehis eyelids started to droop.”Hey! Hey I’m talking to you! you can’t just fall asleep.You know how rude that is. If you don’t wake up right now I’m going to trash your computer! I will do it. You know i will.” Dean said getting desperate. He quickly and as carefully as he could, he picked up Sam and kicked the door open as he startes to carry Sam all the way to his car.
He quickly put Sam on the hood as he went to go open the back seat door to put Sam in. After he sucessfully put Sam in the back, he wrapped his wound as best as he could with the limited materials he had. Dean could closed the backseat door and went to the front seat door and started up the car and peeled out of there and made his way back to the bunker which thankfully only thirty minutes away from the nest. He called Cas to make sure Cas would have all the things ready for when Sam and Dean got there. He also informed Cas that Sam was hurt.
At the bunker Cas was freaking out like a chicken with it’s head just cut off because what if Dean wants Cas to heal Sam and he can’t. Cas forgot to mention to Dean that he was no longer an angel and can no longer heal sam since he gave up being an angel a couple weeks ago when the battle between him and the Hunters against the angels. He knew he wouldn’t be able to get over all the deaths of all his brothers and sisters since he had been forced to kill because they didn’t understand that he didn’t want to die as an angel. He wanted to be able to grow old and cranky and be like Bobby, informing the other hunters where there were potentials hunts and informing the on how to kill them and with what to kill them with. That’s all Cas wants, he is so tired of killing his brothers and sister angels because they didn’t understand. All the blood on Cas’s hands is too much for him anymore.
‘knock knock knock’ Cas snapped out of his flashback when he heard the tell tale sign of Dean knocking on the metal warded door of the bunker. Cas swiftly moved up the stairs to open the door for Dean holding his brother in his arms. “Cas help me here. I can’t hold him for very much longer.” Cas quickly picks Sam up from Dean and carries him to Sam’s room then puts him on the bed before rushing off to get the first aid kit they leave in the kitchen. As he was coming back into the room he saw Dean stand and come over to the get kits from him. “Ok Cas. You can work your angel healing mojo on him now.” Dean says as he put the first aid kit of the bedside table and looking up at Cas expectantly.
Cas looks down at the ground ashamed before whispering that he can’t heal him because he’s no longer an angel and he meant to tell Dean but he just didn’t have the right time or place. “Cas why didn’t you tell me you weren’t an angel again? You know you can trust me or has the last years of out lives as friends and allies meant nothing to you at all?” Dean said accusingly. “Don’t worry Dean. i can just get another angel to come and heal him.” Cas says as looks pleadingly at Dean to not blame him for this miscalulation on his part. As Dean’s about to say something to Cas to let him know he doesn’t blame him, there comes a bright white light and the ringing that always leaves ringing in your ears. Chuck steps forward out of the light and confidently walks up to Sam and placing a hand on Sam’s leg and closes his eyes as he slowly felt the bullet leave Sam’s body and the wound healing where the bullet had once been. Once the bullet would was all healed he turned around to face Cas and Dean who were staring at him with their mouths dropped open.
“Well are you gonna stand there looking shocked, or are you gonna see if your brother is gonna wake up soon?” Chuck, aka god, said looking expectantly at Dean. Hesitantly looking at Chuck he cautiously made his way over to the bed where Sam was looking better than he had in a long while. All the while, Cas is walking slowly over to Chuck and hesitantly touching his shoulder to see if he was actually there or not, or just a figment of his and Dean’s imagination in a twisted up shared dream. “Yes Castiel. I am here.” Chuck said reading Castiel’s mind. “Father? I’m sorry for all the destruction i caused to heaven and the earth and how i thought myself a God when i wasn’t one. Please forgive me.” He said as he fell to his knees and began to weep at his father’s feet. Chuck kneeled down next to him and put a hand on Cas’s shoulder and began to reassure him that all was ok. “And before you begin to ask Dean i decided not to reveal myself to you all those years ago for a reason.” Chuck said without taking his eyes off of the weeping Ex-angel at his feet. “Cas I came to heal Sam and to ask you a question. Would you like to come back to heaven with all the angels because i’m gonna lock them up there and make sure they can’t come back down to earth. Only souls will be able to come back in.” Chuck said focusing intently to Cas.
As Cas stopped his weeping, he answered by shaking his head and looking at Chuck throught blurry eyes. “No. I want to stay down here with the hunters and be apart of their family. Because family doesn’t end in blood.” Cas said standing up to look over at Dean with a smile on his face. “Alright my son. If that is what you want.” Chuck said standing up and smiling as he dissappeared in a flash of light and returned to heaven. Once he got to heaven he took back his throne and brought all the angels back to heaven and sealed the doors and spent the rest of his time watching over his now hman son. He saw all that was and thought it was good. He smiled when Dean and Sam, and Cas died because he made a heaven for them to all share.
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yourlocalslasher · 4 years
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Dawn - Bo Sinclair
More self insert stuff because I can’t control myself. I had this dream last night that I went hunting Boseph Sin-dum dum and it was really sweet so I’m gonna write a short fic and yOU’RE GONNA DEAL WITH IT. And also I’ll keep the hunting terms down to a minimum since they can be confusing ;-;
“Alright now, I’m gonna unpack my shit an’ you follow my lead, sound good?” You nodded to Bo, closing the car door before pulling your hat down.
He’d brought you to a nice woody area to start off deer season, waking you up at the crack of dawn to get ready. You’d gotten to down one cup of coffee, and yet you still felt extremely tired.
It was freezing cold outside, the sun not even up yet. You shivered beneath your camo attire, shuffling over to Bo with your shotgun. He made his way deeper into the trees, going to get in farther before he settled down.
You kept following him, leaves crackling under your feet as you did. Hearing something scamper by, you rushed to stand right by his side. Bo went on walking, smiling to himself when he felt your hand fumble to hold his.
He dragged his thumb over your hand, attempting to warm it maybe even a little. You’d pressed your body close to his, continuing to shuffle into the darkness. Bo had a flashlight in his empty hand, the limbs on the ground casting frightening shadows.
His shotgun was slung over his shoulder with a strap, which he took off when he found a quiet place to sit. Of course you did the same, setting your own gun down at your side.
Bo was setting up, huffing to himself while he bitched about the cold. You were technically already ready, your gun in your lap with your back against a tree. Bo was sitting right next to you, adjusting his hat.
You were a little more awake now, a little more conscious of your surroundings. The sun was going to be up soon, the sound of crickets being replaced with ones of birds singing.
He leaned towards you, smearing some black and green greasepaint on his face. “An’ now we wait.” It was barely even a whisper.
This was your least favorite part of hunting. Waiting for an hour, if not more, just to maybe get one kill. Your feet had almost frozen to the point of being numb, your fingertips doing the same. Sometimes you really couldn’t believe you were in Louisiana.
Everything had gone silent now, deathly silent. Bo had turned down the flashlight, leaving just enough light for the both of you to be able to see in front of you.
Seriously, you half expected Jason Voorhees to come running through the forest with his infamous machete. The atmosphere was eerie, that’s when you recalled that you hadn’t been to this part of the woods before.
More time passed, and you’d drifted back into your sleepy state. Now you could clearly see a faint yellow-ish orange aura past the trees. There still wasn’t much noise, but it had gotten a bit warmer.
You turned to look at Bo, giggling softly to yourself once you saw he’d passed out. Bo had such an innocent sleeping face, it was cute. You’d never know he was one of the toughest guys in Louisiana if you judged him by it.
His mouth was hanging open slightly, making very little noise at all. The temptation was strong, you just wanted to smash your lips onto his. But you knew that would make the leaves crackle, waking him up only to be pissed that you might’ve scared off nearby animals. So you kept to yourself.
5 more minutes went by, and that’s when you finally heard something. Some leaves in front of you crunched, and your head jolted up. You quickly picked up your gun, nudging Bo with your elbow.
“Hm-?” He blinked a few times before turning to you. “Shh...” Hushing him, you nodded towards the deer that peered out from behind a tree.
Bo finally understood, hurrying to get his gun back in place before the deer wandered off or got spooked. You got so caught up in watching him, you’d set your own gun down.
He raised it, using every ounce of energy he currently had to focus on his target. With a bang, the deer dropped to the ground. You remained silent, waiting for Bo’s signal.
“I hit’a vital organ I’m sure. ‘S fine c’mon.” He raised his voice now that the animal was down, standing up to walk to it. Bo kicked it with his boot, making sure the animal was done for indeed.
You decided to stand, walking to the deer corpse. Bo bent over, looking it over. “It’sa beauty ain’t it?” He seemed so happy with himself. You smiled, happy that he was happy. “Damn sure is.” 
Then you looked at your watch, hesitant to end the fun but you knew he wanted to be up in Ambrose before Vincent and Lester got up. “Shit- its almost 8:30 Bo we gotta go-” You bit on your lip while you awaited his response.
Bo sighed long and hard before looking back to you. “Help me carry this fucker back to the truck, an’ lets head on back home.” You instantly bent over, crunching leaves under your boots.
Once you grabbed one end and Bo had the other, you started to head back to the truck. He chucked it into the back, shaking the whole truck. Bo’d gone around to his side of the truck, and you’d come around the front to meet him.
The greasepaint smeared onto your face, your lips curling. A surprise kiss, one of Bo’s favorites. His hands found a way to the sides of your face, and you pressed harder. When you both ran out of air, he pulled back and gave you a quick forehead kiss.
“Mm, thanks darlin’.”
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supernaturaldesires · 3 years
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A Descent Into Insanity - Chapter One
Based on request by @sweetpotato-97
Could ask for a fic of Yandere Dean with a reader who sees him as a best friend and a form of brother for them, of course in the beginning Dean was not a yandere but he changed with the passage of time?
Note: the reader in a way is innocent and does not know that Dean is in love with them.
Pairing: None (yet)
Characters: Dean & Sam
Warnings: none, other than a slightly protective Dean
Word Count: 1,802
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One Year Ago
As you pulled up to the old abandoned shack, you checked against the photo in the newspaper on your passenger seat. This was the place, without a doubt. You had stopped about 150 yards away to avoid drawing any attention or raising any alarms within the shack. If the stories you’d heard from the townsfolk were true, you were expecting just a couple of vamps, max three. It appeared to be a relatively new nest since the attacks only started a couple of weeks ago, out of the blue. You reached into the backseat, grabbing your machete and hip-flask. You took a swig of whisky from the flask for good measure before shoving it in the glove compartment and heaving yourself out. 
There was a gravel path leading up to the shack, but you opted to walk along the grassy verge in an attempt to keep as quiet as possible. When you were about 50 yards from the shack though, you noticed a ‘67 Chevy Impala tucked behind some large shrubs, just off the path. Strange. It wasn’t a large town and all of the attacks happened within a couple mile radius of the shack, so you couldn’t imagine much need for the vamps to have a set of wheels. Nevertheless, you pushed on.
As you approached the front porch, you noticed that the door to the shack was already open, creaking back-and-forth with the breeze. It was at that moment you heard a blood-curdling scream, followed by shouting. Armed with your machete, you launched through the front door towards the noise.
Two beheaded bodies already lay on the floor, and ahead of you there were two figures wrestling on the ground. “Sammy!” Shouted the man who was pinned to the ground, trying to fend off the snarling vamp with his bare hands. His machete lay on the ground nearby, but just out of reach. Without a second thought, you flew forward, thrust your machete down on the vamp, slicing clean through its neck. The head bounced off the man’s shoulder, to which he jumped up, shuddering and wiping himself down. “Hey, thanks man-” He looked up at you for the first time and blinked. “Oh, my bad. Sorry, didn’t mean to assume.” You lowered your machete, wiping the blade on the clothes of the dead vamp. “No biggie,” you shrugged in response. “You get used to it in this line of work.” You flashed him a knowing smile.
Another man entered the room through a second door, to which you instinctively raised your weapon again, but he immediately stopped and raised his hands in self-defence at the sight of you. 
“He’s good,” the first man said. “That’s my brother. All good, Sam?”
“Yeah,” the tall man said, running a hand through his shaggy hair. “There was another one in there but I managed to catch him off-guard.”
“Sweet. Well, this young lady saved my ass before I became a vamp snack,” the first man chuckled. “Thanks for that, by the way, um...?”
“Y/N,” you said. “As I said, no biggie. I wasn’t expecting such a big nest, so if you guys hadn’t got here first, I’d probably have been the meal anyway.”
Both men laughed at that. “I’m Dean, this is my baby brother Sam. Come on, let me buy you a drink to say thanks.”
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Present Day
“Dean, can you please put a different tape on now?” Sam moaned for the fifth time. “I swear this is the tenth time I’ve heard this song.”
“Sorry Sammy, you know the rules,” his brother smirked. “Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole.”
Sam turned in his seat to face you in the backseat, hoping to get some back-up but he knew he was outnumbered when he saw you playing air guitar.
“She’s got eyes of the bluest skies, as if they thought of rain,” you sang along gleefully. “C’mon Sammy, how can you get tired of Guns ’n’ Roses? I could listen to this all day!”
Sam groaned, shifting back to face forward and slouched grumpily against the car door. “Don’t encourage him, Y/N,” he grumbled. “And I’ve told you, not even Dean’s supposed to call me Sammy, you’re definitely not allowed.”
You leaned over the back of the front seat, throwing him a pout before motioning a tiny violin between your thumb and forefinger. Dean roared with laughter as Sam grunted, folding his arms with a strop. “Tell me we’re nearly there, at least.”
“Only another 50 miles to go, little brother,” Dean hummed. He shot you a cheeky look and you knew exactly what was coming next. You both sang at the tops of your lungs:
“WoooooOOOoooaahhh sweet child of mine!”
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As you arrived at the bunker, you jumped out of the car and stretched your legs before hauling your overnight bag out of the backseat. “I’m jumping straight into the shower, I still stink of werewolf.” 
“Yeah I know,” Dean remarked, scrunching his nose comically. You punched him playfully in the arm, which he then clutched in feigned agony, staggering. 
“Whatever, tough guy,” you huffed as you made your way into the building. 
After showering and feeling refreshed, you pulled on a pair of joggers and an oversized hoodie and made your way to the kitchen. Sam was already sat at the table, staring intensely at his laptop screen and scribbling notes.
“I’m feeling pancakes, Sam, you want some?” The tall man just shook his head, his eyes not moving from the screen. “You know you’re allowed to relax every now and then, right?”
The elder Winchester sauntered into the kitchen then, also looking much fresher. “Did I hear pancakes?”
“Yep, you know where the ingredients are,” you smirked, plopping down into the chair opposite Sam.
Dean threw an irritated look at you before reluctantly rummaging through the fridge. “Asshole,” he muttered.
“Jerk,” you retorted without missing a beat. “You boys up for a drink tonight? I fancy going out, celebrating our victory in taking out that pack.”
“Sure,” Dean answered. “Let’s get some grub in us, then we can head over to the bar.”
Sam continued tapping away at his laptop. “You guys go ahead, I’ve just found this interesting article about this new legal case over in Wisconsin. Check it out, so this guy-”
“Yawwwn,” Dean interrupted. “Sometimes I wish I’d just left you at Stanford, you nerd. Anyways, Y/N and I are gonna go have some fun. Maybe you can look up the definition of the word sometime, Sammy.”
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You and Dean had settled at a table at the bar, chatting about everything and nothing for about an hour, already four drinks in. You couldn’t forget that impressed glint in his eye when he first realised that you could not only hold your drink, but could also keep up with him quite easily.
You were howling with laughter as Dean told you a story of Sam losing a rabbit’s foot and the chain of unfortunate events that followed. “So I’m there on the phone to Bobby and I could tell Sam was mucking around behind me doing some stupid shit but I wasn’t really paying attention. Next thing I know, I turn around and he’s looking at me with that goofy puppy-dog face. ‘I lost my shoe,’ he says. Dropped it down a damn drain, the dumbass.” You wiped the tears of laughter from your face, shaking your head and taking a swig of your drink. “Anyway, gotta go empty the tank. I’ll be back.” Dean pushed away from the table and headed off to the men’s room.
One of your favourite AC/DC songs came on the jukebox, so you started tapping your foot and bopping your head along with the music. You didn’t really notice the stranger approach you until he helped himself to Dean’s seat. “Hey there, little lady.” You looked up at the guy, he was your typical jock-type, wearing a football jersey and a baseball cap. He was a little broader than Dean, but several inches shorter. “Can I get you a drink?”
“No thanks,” you said, smiling politely. “I’m here with a friend, just having a good time.”
“Yeah, I saw your friend,” the guy scoffed. “I promise you, come with me and I can show you a real good time, sweetheart,” he said with a wink.
You sighed and rolled your eyes. “I said-” your tone was harsh now, your words sharp. “I’m here with my friend. I’m not interested.”
“Aw come on sweet cheeks, I saw the way he was looking at you. He ain’t interested in you like that. I mean, he’s a fucking fool for it, but I’d be happy to step into the shoes if he’s too much of a pussy to fill them.” He tried to wrap an arm around you then, and you were just about to shove him off when his whole body was suddenly ripped away from you, and the next thing you knew, he was on the floor. 
Dean towered over him, his eyes sparking with anger. “Did you not fucking hear her when she said she’s not interested?” By now, the rest of the bar had fallen silent, all eyes on the unfolding scene. 
“Hey, dude, chill out,” the guy muttered. “It’s not like you were making a move.” 
Dean grabbed the collar of the guy’s shirt in his fist, getting right in his face. You jumped up, preparing to intervene. “What I do is none of your fucking business, if you come near her again, I swear-”
“Dean!” You shouted, grabbing his other fist which had raised, ready to take a swing. “Leave it.”
“Oi!” The manager peeked out of the backroom, having heard the commotion. He jabbed a finger at Dean. “Get out of my bar, now!” 
You could see the fire in Dean’s eyes redirect towards the manager, but you tugged at his shirt. “Dean, please! Just leave it. Come on, let’s get out of here.”
Dean paused for a moment before releasing the guy’s shirt, letting him fall roughly to the floor. He turned his attention back to the manager, eyes like daggers. “You oughta get some better clientele in here, mate, instead of little bitch boys.” You hooked your arm through Dean’s and dragged him out the front door. He let you pull him away, but all the while throwing glaring looks between the manager and the man who had tried hitting on you.
You really did love your new life with the Winchesters, basically considered them your brothers now, but they tended to find their newfound protective role a little too seriously sometimes. You decided it wasn’t worth an argument this time, instead letting Dean cool down as you both made your way back to the bunker.
Chapter Two =>
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Last year I finished all my @gwenvidweek​ prompts like a week ahead of time, and that's why they were really good and not rushed. That didn't happen this year, so if this ending seems like it was slapped together by a very tired bean who hasn't eaten dinner yet and it's almost bedtime, that's because it was. Be gentle. 
(I like the title a lot, though.)
Gwenvid Week, Day 2: Exploring/First Aid
“Gwen! David! Look what I found!”
Gwen took a deep breath, forcing her caffeine-jittery nerves to relax. She emphatically did not want to look what Nerris had found, because whatever Nerris found was almost certainly going to mean work for them -- or her, really, since David had such a great talent for fucking off and leaving her with the hard jobs. She’d already unclogged a toilet, lectured the campers about what could and could not be flushed down a toilet, and she had a pile of bills to pay this afternoon, plus a spider had gotten crushed in the pages of her magazine and she couldn’t read about the Kardashians without staring at bug guts.
So, no. She was not in the mood to deal with anyone’s bullshit today.
David jogged past, catching her by the wrist and tugging her along. “Gwen, didn’t you hear Nerris? Let’s go check it out!”
Speak of the bullshit. She sighed and trudged along behind him, dragging her feet as much as she could without him noticing and giving her a speech about how a good attitude leads to good things. She loved her co-counselor, she really did, but her patience with him was pretty thin at the best of times, and today was not what she’d call the best of times.
Nerris led them to the far edge of the campgrounds, where the shore of Lake Lilac turned into algae-slimy boulders before seamlessly transitioning into dense forest. David opened his mouth, clearly gearing up to give her a stern lecture about safety and the buddy system, when she pointed at a dark spot in the brush. “I think it’th a cave,” she said, her voice hushed and awestruck, “but I can’t really tell.”
Part of her wanted to ask Nerris who cares about a stupid cave, but the part of her that’d been a camp counselor for half a decade knew it would take exactly two and a half seconds for Nikki to decide to explore this if she knew about it. “Thanks,” she said instead, giving Nerris an awkward pat on the shoulder. “Don’t tell the others about this, okay? We don’t want anyone getting hurt.”
“Duh.” She rolled her eyes with an uncharacteristic amount of disdain. “None of them are a high enough level to explore a dungeon thith far from a checkpoint.”
Gwen looked to David for help, and he just shrugged. “Sure. Whatever. Thanks again.”
Once she was gone, David tugged a butterfly knife from his pocket -- it was a shimmery iridescent pink, of course -- and carefully stepped toward the cave, balancing carefully on the slick rocks dotting the sandy dirt.
She rolled her eyes. “What’re you gonna do with that, Crocodile Dundee? Give whatever’s living in there a paper cut?”
He turned to face her, pouting. “We need to take a look before we can block it off from the campers. If there are animals living in there --”
It didn’t look big enough for anything to live in there, as far as Gwen could tell. Just the perfect size for a dumbass camper. “Fine, take a look.”
The butterfly knife wasn’t equipped to deal with clearing brush, so she waited for almost ten minutes, watching a squirrel have an existential crisis and generally zoning out. Finally she heard David’s voice: “Oh! Gwen, this is . . . it’s a lot bigger than it seems.”
No way in hell was she going over to take a look, not when she’d just watched David battle his way through. “Neat.”
“I can’t see the end of it!” He emerged from the cave and picked his way back to her. His legs and arms were lined with tiny scratches, and the red pouf of his fringe was beginning to droop. “I think we need to get a better look.”
Oh, great. This was shaping up to be a whole big thing. “Come on, Daniel Boone,” she said with a sigh, turning to head back. “Let’s get you ready to go exploring.”
David couldn’t go alone, obviously. Even if he wasn’t the most accident-prone person on the planet, Gwen had co-taught enough Wilderness Survival camps to know that letting someone go off on their own was a terrible idea. And after his nightmarish experience getting lost in the woods last summer, she wasn’t happy to let him explore this cave at all, let alone by himself. No matter how fine he said he was -- or maybe especially because he insisted he was fine.
Mr. Campbell was the obvious choice, considering his experience, but he was still very much on probation, and if the Millers showed up for one of their surprise inspections before he got back, Gwen would be the one who’d have to explain to angry secret agents why their top prisoner had fucked off into the wilderness.
(It was actually Mr. Campbell who came up with this objection. Even though it was clearly because he’d rather sit in the Mess Hall watching TV than trudging through a dark cave, his logic was totally sound; she suspected he actually got smarter when he was trying to weasel out of something.)
QM volunteered . . . and the less said about that, the better. The short version was a unanimous “No” at varying volumes and degrees of alarm.
Which left . . . Gwen.
Awesome.
“Isn’t this exciting?” David asked, adjusting his backpack as he bounded along at her side. A ceaseless fountain of exuberance, he had a simple pattern of keeping in step with his co-counselor: skipping ahead a few feet, hopping up onto the balls of his feet once or twice to shake out a bit of excess energy, then whirling around and making a quick lap around her before falling into step for half a second, then hurrying ahead again to repeat the entire routine.
It tired her out just looking at him. “David, it’s just looking at a cave. Shine a flashlight in there, make some noise to scare out anything dumb enough to live in there, and then board the damn thing up and never think about it again.”
“I don’t know, Gwen. It looked like it might go pretty deep!” He clasped his hands at his chest, his eyes practically sparkling. “This is a real, honest-to-goodness adventure!”
“Uh-huh.” She was allergic to adventures, unless they involved shirtless human-adjacent dudes. Not that it mattered.
Of course, David was carrying all of the exploring gear Gwen expected would be absolutely useless -- first aid kit, flashlight, food, a goddamn machete of all things -- leaving her to carry the actually important tools they’d be using to close off the cave to camper access. The boards weren’t all that heavy, really, but they were extremely awkward, and anything got uncomfortable to carry when you had to bring it half a mile in the blazing-hot sunlight. Plus she was pretty sure the damn things were giving her splinters, and her fingers were cramping from the uncomfortable and unsteady grip.
David noticed exactly none of this, either due to total obliviousness or a semi-conscious decision not to. “When was the last time you’ve had a chance to explore somewhere new?”
“Uh . . . never?” Okay, so she was obsessed with urban explorer Tumblr pages, but even though her neighborhood was full of abandoned buildings ripe for discovery, Gwen’s sense of self-preservation was way too high to actually check any of them out.
“Golly, really?” He beamed at her, skipping backwards a few feet so he could maintain eye contact. “I’m so honored to be your first!”
Did she want to tell him how that sounded? She deliberated for half a second before deciding god no, she wasn’t having that conversation again; instead she bit back a laugh and mumbled some bullshit about new experiences.
His enthusiasm was like a puppy, and on a good day she thought it was pretty adorable how he could bounce along from disaster to disaster without ever letting it wear him down.
But god, when she was already on her last nerve . . .
“There we are!” He leapt over the straggly line of mossy rocks and began hacking a path through the undergrowth with his machete (which, okay, was more useful than she’d assumed).
Gwen threw down her stack of boards -- they were damp and disturbingly spongy, which was neither improving her mood or her faith in this whole dumb enterprise. Shaking out her arms to try and get rid of the “I was just holding rotten wood” feeling, she then stepped back until she was in the full glare of the sun, closing her eyes, tilting her head back, and pretending she was lying on a lounger by the world’s nicest pool. (Her happy place was essentially the Love Island villa; it had all her favorite things -- beautiful morons, lots of alcohol, functional indoor plumbing, and no kids. A bit basic, but she’d made her peace with her own boringness a while ago.)
“Gwen! Let’s go!”
And there went her happy place. She groaned, opening her eyes. David was wrestling his backpack off, trying to simultaneously dig through it and mostly flailing like an idiot.
She sighed, unbuckling the toolbelt around her waist and letting it drop onto the pile of boards. “Remind me why we can’t just block the mouth of this cave off and get on with our very busy day?” she snapped.
“Because there might be something living in there,” he said, tilting his head to the side and crossing his arms -- his bag forgotten at his feet. “We don’t want to trap it inside!”
Even Gwen had to admit she felt a little squeamish about potentially leaving some cute little furry creature to starve to death in the darkness. But that didn’t mean she had to be happy about it. “God, fine. Let’s just get this over with and --”
As she crossed the beach toward David’s makeshift path, her foot landed on a patch of slick algae; her ankle buckled and she collapsed with a yelp, her knee scraping the side of the rock as she went down.
“Fuck,” she hissed, scrambling away from the stupid rocks and assessing the damage. Nothing dire -- her ankle was a little twingey but nothing was sprained or broken, and the scratch on her knee looked worse than it was thanks to the grimey green staining her skin from the algae -- but it was just painful enough to piss her off. “Great start.” She climbed to her feet and brushed herself off. “Super fucking -- what’s the word? Auspicious? Yeah, totally auspicious omen right there.”
“Gwen?” He was watching her anxiously, either because of the blood staining her sock or because she was muttering to herself like a crazy person. He fumbled in his bag and pulled out the cookie tin that housed one of their First Aid kits. “Gee, are you okay? That looked like a rough fall!”
The last thing she needed was David squawking around her like a mother hen. And for some reason, the thought of smoothing one of their cutesy bandaids over her stupid knee and spending the rest of the day looking down at Mikey Mouse’s dumb face (the ripoff bandaids were cheaper than the real Disney ones) irritated her more than just leaving it. “It’s fine,” she said, smearing away the worst of the blood and dirt with the heel of her hand and wiping it off on her already-stained sock. “It’ll stop in a minute anyway.”
He didn’t reply, but his face was like a neon billboard most of the time, and right then it was flashing the words, “I wish you wouldn’t do that, but you’re way too scary in this mood so I’m not going to say anything.” If her cut got infected, she’d be treated to the smuggest “I told you so” in history.
But that was a risk she was willing to take, because stopping and asking him for a band-aid now would be even worse. “Are we going spelunking or what?” she asked, forcing something resembling enthusiasm into her voice. Judging by the strange, slightly horrified look he gave her, she wasn’t pulling it off well, so she dropped the front with relief. “Let’s get it over with already.”
---
The mouth of the cave reminded Gwen of the hole the White Rabbit led Alice through, in that it was small, slippery, and way longer than she’d initially thought.
And that she fell down it.
It was only about ten feet, to be fair, but it was ten feet down a steep incline lined with muck (and one exposed root that she was positive left a bruise on her butt), and the bottom was just a big mud puddle, swarming with buzzing flying bugs. And she landed ass-first into the puddle, after sliding ass-first down into the cave, and in general neither she nor her ass were having a very good expedition so far.
“Be careful,” she called up, frowning at the hole ten feet up and wondering if she could possibly climb back the way she’d come. She didn’t have the survival skills to be a mole person, she just knew it. “It’s really sli --”
“Whoa!” David breezed past her, skidding down the incline with his arms out to the side like a surfer and coming to a graceful stop a few feet away, kicking up a small wave of puddle-water that somehow didn’t get splash back onto him. He turned back to her, beaming, and untied the end of a rope from his belt. “Thanks for the warning, Gwen!” he said, and she realized the rope led back up out of the cave. “Though I wish you’d waited until after I secured the rope to come down here -- but I guess you were just too excited to get adventuring, huh?” There wasn’t a trace of sarcasm in his face and voice.
That fucker.
“How . . .” She gestured at him; between the two of them, he should’ve been the one bleeding and covered in mud! He was the clumsiest person she’d ever met, and here he was looking like a Generic Hiking Magazine cover. “How?”
David didn’t seem to notice her question, looking around the cave with his hands on his hips. “This is even bigger than it looked from the surface,” he said admiringly, nodding to himself. “It looks like it keeps going that way! Here we go!” He took her hand and dragged her toward the back of the cave, each step sending water sloshing against her legs and soaking through her boots.
The mud made an obscene sucking sound as they walked through it, clinging to their boots like quicksand and only letting go reluctantly. It was damp and dark, the anemic yellow light of David’s flashlight flickery and unstable, darting around at a speed that made her feel kind of sick. Once she lifted her hand to brush some hair out of her face and touched something furry that was hopefully moss but probably a bat. And the ground kept sloping down, forcing them to lean back to keep their footing and creating the dizzying illusion that they were making their way deep into the center of the earth.
All in all, zero out of ten on the Camp Campbell Cave Tour, as far as she was concerned.
David, of course, was having a great time. “Isn’t this beautiful? We don’t usually get to experience nature like this, but life exists in so many different forms in the forest, even if it’s not green and sunny! It’s great to get a chance to see a new perspective, don’t you think?”
“Hnnh.” (She realized a few minutes in that he didn’t need encouragement to keep talking, and would carry on whether she was listening or not. Mostly the vaguely-affirmative noises were to make sure her voice muscles didn’t atrophy as they continued their eons-long underground journey.)
“I don’t think I’ve had a chance to explore a cave like this since Jas -- in a good long while! Not since I myself was a Camp Campbell camper.”
“Mmn.”
“You know, I sometimes wish --” He cut himself off with a gasp, the flashlight jerking in his hand before he steadied it. “Wow, a fork! That’s exciting. Which way do you want to check first?”
He had to be kidding. “‘Which way’?” she repeated, snatching the flashlight from him and angling it so they could see each other’s faces. “How about we don’t go wandering into a goddamn maze and get lost with -- oh, let me check --” She pulled her cellphone out of her damp, grimy pocket and waved it around above her head. “-- yep, no signal? Instead let’s just assume there’s nothing living here, because we’ve been walking for almost half an hour and seen literally zero signs of life, and go back to the real world, with sunshine and fresh air and a hundred percent less bat shit. Which fucking way, David? The only way that definitely won’t get us killed: the way back!”
He grinned, shaking his head; normally she thought he had a nice smile, but right then it made her skin crawl. “Now, Gwen, I don’t think you’re really embracing the Camp Campbell spirit of adventure.” He took her wrist and gently tugged her toward the fork. “How about we go left and --”
“Goddamn it, David!” She yanked her hand back, stepping out of his reach. “You’re not even listening toooaaaagh!”
The cave floor had firmed up as they walked, the mud replaced with uneven stone and stagnant pools they had to step or even jump over, and as she moved away she stepped into one of these pools, her foot gliding for half a second on the slimy edge before plunging into the water. The pool was surprisingly deep, freezing groundwater closing in up to her hip -- until she toppled over and skidded several inches down, her entire right side scraping against the rocky wall of the pool. At its deepest point the pool was too narrow for both feet, so Gwen found herself half-crouching in icy black water up to her chest, one leg touching the bottom and the other bent and braced against the wall like a flamingo; her arms were still above the water, holding onto the edge for dear life, and the splash from her fall had soaked her hair, several strands of which had escaped her ponytail and were dangling dripping in front of her face.
For a moment the only sound was her ragged breathing. Then she looked up at David, who was watching her in frozen shock, and jiggled her nearest arm as well as she could without losing her precarious balance. “A hand?”
“Oh!” He hurried over and took both her arms, hauling her out of the water like a ragdoll -- which would’ve been impressive if he hadn’t accidentally dragged her against the wall of the pool pulling her up. When she looked down, the front of her clothes were black with stringy slime. “Are you all right?”
“Peachy,” she snapped, twisting to see how badly she’d hurt herself. The entire outside of her leg was covered in slime as well, and when she wiped it away pain lanced through her like her fingertips were made of sparks. She recovered the flashlight from where it’d landed a few feet away and shone it on herself; her calf was mostly protected by her boots (which were basically ruined now), but from the knee up, her outer thigh was marked by a thick red streak of what looked like road rash, scraped bloody and raw. It stung when she extended or bent her knee, but she’d be able to walk. “Let’s just get the hell out of here and you can board this cave up while I take a nice long shower.”
He frowned. “What? But we haven’t finished exploring yet!”
She opened and shut her mouth a few times, but was struck speechless. “Come again?” she managed after a moment, her voice raspy from disbelief and exhaustion.
David gestured toward the left-hand fork. “What if I went this way and you --”
“Go back to camp? Because that’s the only thing I’m doing right now.” She turned to stomp back the way they came -- and promptly tripped over one of the buckles of her boots, which had come undone sometime between falling in the pool and being pulled out of it; she windmilled her arms desperately, but only served to smack her knuckles against the narrow cave walls before landing face-first on the ground.
She’d barely pushed herself to her knees when David chuckled. “Wow, Gwen, it really hasn’t been your lucky day, has it?”
“That’s IT!” She scrambled to her feet, ignoring the pain singing down her thigh and blooming, deep and throbbing, where her cheekbone had smacked against the floor. She whirled on him, feeling a vindictive sense of satisfaction as his eyes widened and he took a step back. “We are getting the fuck out of here before anything else goes wrong. No, no -- you know what?” she snapped, cutting him off as he opened his mouth to argue, “Shut the goddamn hell up, David, you’re the entire reason we’re in this stupid mess, so I hope you’ve enjoyed reliving your childhood and this stupid quarter-life crisis is completely fucking out of your system, because today is over, okay?! I’m bleeding, and cold, and wet, and I think I touched a bat earlier and any one of those should’ve been enough for us to go back because a good friend wouldn’t have been so self-absorbed to keep dragging their supposed C-B-F-L --” (she clapped for each letter, raising her voice to speak over the echoes each slap of her wet palms made bounce off the walls) “-- deeper into the pits of hell! But you didn’t notice, because you didn’t care, because you were having too damn good a time pretending to be six years old again -- but you know what? You’re a fucking adult, and you wouldn’t know how to be responsible if your fucking LIFE depended on it --”
“Gwen --” he began, eyes darting around with alarm, but she ignored him. Her throat was starting to hurt from yelling, but it felt good, too, the kind of pleasurable burn that came from a killer workout, and goddamn if her voice didn’t deserve a workout right now.
“You are the WORST camp counselor I’ve EVER seen, and the WORST friend I’ve EVER HAD, and I am SO! DONE! Dealing with your complete and utter -- childish -- stupid -- selfish -- BULLSHIT!”
The last word came out as a scream, possibly the loudest she’d ever given, tearing her vocal cords bloody and making her ears ring. As the sound ricocheted around the cave, the walls seeming to shake and groan with the force of it, she slumped her shoulders and dropped her chin, taking a full breath for the first time since before she fell in the water.
And it was a good thing she took that breath, because she had exactly one second before David lunged forward, grabbing her hand with a shout and yanking her toward him.
“Gwen!”
There was a massive crack, and then the sky fell down around them.
---
For a few minutes all she could do was curl up on the ground and cough, the air so thick with dust it felt like a pillow filled with ashes pressed against her face. When it had settled enough that she could inhale without choking, she pushed herself to her knees, ignoring the way both of them shrieked in pain from her half-dozen various falls, and tried to look around.
“David?” she said, rubbing dust out of her eyelashes and tearing up from the sting. The flashlight had gone out, and she was in complete darkness. “David?!”
“Over here.” His voice came from her left, faint and trembling. “The flashlight isn’t working.”
“Yeah, I kind of figured.” She crawled over in his direction, sucking in pained breaths with each movement. “Are you okay?”
There was a slight rustling, very close. “I think I dinged my wrist a little bit,” he said, a weak echo of his usual brightness but still a valiant effort, “but otherwise no worse for the wear!”
Her hand hit canvas, and after a few seconds of sightless probing she realized it was his backpack. “Is there a spare flashlight in here?” she asked, already fumbling with the zipper.
“Front pocket. No -- that’s my front. When I’m wearing it. It’s actually the back pocket.”
Eventually she found it, and the sudden brilliance was almost painful. The first thing the light fell on was their path back.
Or more specifically, not their path back. “Oh my god.”
The way they’d come was completely caved in.
She flicked her light all over the wall of boulders, trying to see a crack that might be a way out, but there was nothing. “Oh no, oh god -- no, no, no . . .”
“Gwen,” David said softly.
She tossed the flashlight to the ground and drew her knees to her chest, putting her head between them and trying to breathe. “Oh my god, we’re gonna die here. We’re trapped and we’re gonna die and it’s my fault, I always thought I’d kill myself but never on accident -- ”
“Gwen,” he snapped, louder and stern like she was a disobedient camper. “That’s not funny.”
She lifted her head to stare at him incredulously, because of course it wasn’t funny, nothing was funny because they were dying. But her eyes landed on his wrist, cradled against his chest with his other arm. It was purplish-brown almost all the way down to his elbow, and starting to swell badly enough that he couldn’t bend it. “Oh my god, David!”
“It’s fine,” he said defensively, pulling it closer and then letting out a little shriek of pain. “I landed on it funny, that’s all.”
“We’ve gotta wrap that up.” She grabbed the flashlight and dug through their backpack until she found the cookie tin, popping it open with one hand and reaching for his wrist with the other. “Here, give me --”
“No, I’m --” He tried to wriggle away, but he was sitting with his legs stretched out in front of him so his mobility was limited.
She grabbed his good arm and scooted closer, balancing the first aid tin on his lap. “Stop being stupid and hold this.”
He acquiesced with a huff, turning his face away as she wrapped the sprain. The only splints they had were for fingers, but she taped a few together and declared it good enough, at least for starving to death in a cave. “I wish we had some ice,” she said once it was done, popping out a couple painkillers and holding them out to him. “Can you swallow these dry?”
“There’s water in the middle pocket,” he said, still not looking at her, and she handed him the water bottle and the pills. After an uncomfortable moment of silence he added, “How’s your leg?”
She shrugged, suddenly tired. “Does it matter?” She pulled out her phone to check again for a signal, but apparently it’d had just as bad a day as her because it was completely dead. Hopefully David would let her look up how to undo water, mud, and impact damage on his phone when they got back to camp. Slumping down next to him with a sigh, she tilted her head back, closed her eyes, and prepared for the sweet release of death.
The sweet release of death was interrupted by a loud metal clattering, and she opened her eyes to see David scooching on his knees to her other side, then trying to pry open the first aid kit one-handed.
“What are you doing?”
“Trying to be a good friend,” he muttered, jumping as the lid suddenly popped open. “Lay down on your side, please.”
Gwen lowered herself to the ground, shivering as the cold stone pressed her wet clothes against her skin. A moment later there was a soft thump as he draped a sweatshirt over her like a blanket. “Thanks.” His only response was a quiet huff, the fingers of his good hand deftly cleaning her wounds, and all of the anger building up that day collapsed in on itself. “I’m sorry I said all that stuff.”
He shrugged, and she couldn’t tell if he was deliberately avoiding eye contact or if he was just intently focused on patching her up. (It was more her area of expertise, thanks to half a nursing degree she’d acquired in 2014. Plus he only had 50% of his usual hands.) “Why? You meant it.”
“Hey, take the apology and don’t be a brat about it.” Which was probably the worst way to conclude an apology, but she figured she deserved extra leeway on the grounds that she was buried alive.
Sighing, he sat back on his heels and snagged the gauze. “You’re right, Gwen,” he said, winding it around her knee; she held out her hand and let him position it so he could continue wrapping up her leg. “I should’ve had us turn back sooner. I’m sorry I haven’t been a very good friend to you today.”
“I’m used to it.” He flinched and she realized how that sounded. “I mean, you’re really passionate about stuff. That’s a good thing.”
“And it always ends so well for everyone,” he replied with uncharacteristic sarcasm, gesturing to their surroundings.
She rolled her eyes and waited as he finished, sitting back up. “For what it’s worth,” she said, feeling stupid even as the words left her mouth, “I wouldn’t pick anyone else to die in a cave with.”
David frowned. “Are you saying you want me to die?”
She rolled her eyes. “Okay, I changed my mind. I wanna trade you out for David Boreanaz.”
“You want to spend your last hours on earth being rejected by the guy from Buffy?”
That startled her into laughing, and she pawed at the air with a meow. “Does imminent death always make you this catty?”
“Only when my wrist hurts,” he muttered, digging through the backpack, but a little smile played at the corner of his lips.
Gwen figured if there was any time for an olive branch, this was it. “How about this: if I ever had to spend my last hours being rejected by a guy named David while we died together in a cave, I’m glad it’s you.” It seemed to take him a second to parse that sentence, but she chose to blame it on him being delirious from pain and not because she worded it badly. (She was great at wording things, and there were tens of readers on Ao3 to prove it.)
“What makes you think I’d reject you?”
He said it quickly, absently, and in the moment it took her to absorb what he said he seemed to hear it himself, looking up at her with something like horror in his expression.
“That -- I didn’t -- !”
She tried to muster up an appropriate response and came up short. “Huh?”
“I don’t know why I said that,” he said quickly, holding up his hands like she was brandishing a weapon at him. “It was a joke, I’m sorry.”
“Those two sentences don’t work together.”
“Say, did you know we have three different kinds of granola bars?” He pulled them out of the backpack and waved them like a magic trick. “Which flavor is your favorite?”
There was no way she was letting him get away with that, especially when her waterlogged brain was still struggling to connect the dots. “Were you saying you want me to hit on you?”
“I think I like peanut butter best, but it sure does make you thirsty so it’s not good unless you have something to drink with it!”
“David.” She leaned forward, trying to catch his gaze (and nearly getting hit in the nose with a granola bar as he inelegantly threw it toward her).
“I do enjoy mixed berry, though . . .”
She didn’t know what to do, so she relied on a trope all her favorite romances used and pulled him into a kiss. He squeaked against her mouth, going still and unyielding, but after a moment his mouth softened against hers -- not really kissing her back, but enough of a relaxation to send a shiver through her.
When she pulled back he was staring at her with big eyes, deathly pale and streaked with dust and sweat. (And really, she should’ve known she was screwed every single time he looked like total shit and she was still attracted to him.) “W-hy did you do that?” he asked, his voice wobbling like he was going to cry.
She shrugged, trying not to look like her heart had just dropped into her stomach from that heartbreaking little wobble. “Maybe because I felt like seizing the day, if this is gonna be one of the last ones I get,” she said as lightly as possible. “Or maybe it’s because I’ve wanted to do that for longer than I realized and finally got the balls to go for it.”
(It was the second one, but she didn’t wanna make it too easy for him.)
He swallowed hard, looking down at the ground before hesitatingly, flinchingly meeting her eyes. “But you were so mad at me,” he said, then gestured toward her leg with his good hand. “And I’m the reason you’re hurt. Why would you want . . .”
“I got you back,” Gwen replied. “And then some, so I think we’re pretty even.” He just stared at her, doubt etched into every line of his face, and she wanted to kiss him so she did. And this time he sighed, a little dreamy one she’d never heard before instead of his usual “I’m irritated but trying very hard not to show it” sigh, and forgiving him was instantly, impossibly easy. “But seriously,” she said, pulling away just enough to talk, “you’re gonna have to do some serious groveling if we get out of this alive.”
David’s smile caught the light, warm and sparkling like his eyes. “I can do that!”
“You were a dick today.”
He pressed his lips together, looking torn between smiling and giving her a disapproving frown. “I wasn’t as considerate as I should’ve been.”
“Close enough.” She started to stand up -- might as well make an effort to survive; her monkey ancestors were probably watching her and yelling -- but he put his hand on her arm.
“I really am sorry, Gwen.” He caught his bottom lip between his teeth, worrying it absently as he looked away from her. “I don’t want to be that kind of person. And I don’t want you to have to spend time with that kind of person. So I’ll do my best to be more . . . thoughtful. And observant. Of your needs.”
Less of a dick, you mean. He didn’t quite stick the landing, but it was still one of the sweetest things anyone had ever said to her -- in no small part because she could count on one hand the number of times David had willingly admitted being wrong about something. “I’ll hold you to it,” she said, covering his fingers with her own. “Every time you’re a dick I won’t kiss you, how’s that sound?”
“And when I’m not . . . um, so unpleasant to be around?”
There was only one way to answer that, so she did. “How do you feel about cave sex?” she asked as she broke the kiss, enjoying the way he jumped like she’d poked him with a cattle prod. “Because if my last time is faking an orgasm in the bathroom of a Chipotle -- that’s depressing even for me.”
David climbed to his feet, holding out his hand to help her up. “It’s not going to be,” he said, the sudden bright determination in his voice jarring in their little rock prison. Just as she was trying to figure out how she felt about having injured cave sex with Camp Counselor David at his most camp-counselor-est (surprisingly okay with it), he added, “We’re getting out of here.”
---
It took three hours to find another way out of the cave, according to David’s phone. That was too damn long for Gwen and her abused legs, but he cheerfully reminded her how fortunate they were not to have to stay in there overnight, as well as to have emerged in a part of the forest he recognized, and that things could’ve been much worse if they’d taken the right fork instead of the left.
(He was very proud of himself for having picked the correct path on the first try. He insisted it had to do with wind currents and the slope of the cave floor, but she thought it was just a lucky guess.)
“Thank god,” Gwen said as they approached the shore of Lake Lilac. “I never thought I’d be so happy to see a pile of crappy boards in my entire life.”
David was already heading down the beach when he realized she wasn’t beside him and turned back. “What’re you doing?” he asked, watching her bend down and loop the toolbelt around her waist.
“You go ahead,” she replied, grunting as she hoisted a board across the mouth of the cave. “I plan on never coming back here for the rest of my life, and there’s no way in hell I’m risking any of our brats getting stuck in the hell-cave.”
He returned anyway, and there wasn’t much he could do with only one arm but he helped her as best as he could. And those quiet minutes of everyday, boring camp-counselor duties convinced Gwen that this -- whatever this was -- it was worth trying to make work.
“You do know we’ll have to block off the other entrance, right?”
She groaned. “Die in a fire, David.” He laughed as she grabbed the remaining boards and followed him to where they’d escaped the cave, and he made her laugh as she nailed the boards in place, and as they walked back to camp he took her hand in his, lacing their fingers together, and it was nicer than anything Gwen could remember in a while.
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