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miserable-sarah · 1 year

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Bad Boy

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Pairings: Demon Sam x Reader

Warnings: Dark sex, NSFW, unprotected, fingering, dirty talk, language, Dark Sam

Summary: Sam is possessed, and hot af.

“I’m going to look for him” Dean mutters out

“Dean stop! He probably stopped somewhere. He’s fine”

“Listen no offense but you don’t know what’s been going on with Sam. He’s just-“ Dean stops talking

“He’s just what?” You cross your arms.

“He’s just not himself lately.” Dean says quietly walking out of the bar. You roll your eyes at him. Sam wouldn’t do anything stupid he probably stopped for food or beer. He’s not in trouble. You wipe down the tables in the bar and get to the bar counter, you here the door jingle.

“Sorry we’re closed” you yell out not even looking.

“I know” you hear a familiar voice

“Sam” you smile “where have you been Dean is worried sick”

“Oh is he?” He says walking up to you getting closer and closer you back up until your back is against the counter

“Y-yeah he is” you stutter

“Is be here?” He asks his chest inches from yours. You shake your head ‘no’

“No he left. He went looking for you” you say despite your mouth going dry.

“Oh he did” his is deeper and rougher. You swallow thickly. His body is pressing against yours “that’s a good thing isn’t it?” He says In a whisper. You shake your head yes. Sam flips you around so your back is pressed to his chest. His hand on your throat. “Yeah I thought so too” he pushes your face into the counter and holds it there by pressing down on the back of your throat.

“S-Sam what are you doing?” You choke out confused and extremely horny. He’s got you soaking right now and he has no idea.

“Having some fun. Giving into temptations” he says so calmly there’s almost something wrong with it. “You want this don’t you?” He chuckles “actually I already know you do. You slut” he’s harsh about it, which makes you even more wet. You wiggle your ass trying to feel him, he laughs at you. “Wow look how pathetic and desperate you are”

Where the hell did soft Sammy go who is this person. You’re not complaining but oh my god. He couldn’t be hotter. Sam lifted your your skirt showing off your lacy white thong. “Hmm white. For purity?” He says messing with the hem. You squeeze your thighs together trying to feel something. “Oh but there is nothing pure about you is there?” his words ring in your head, you can't even think straight. Your whole vocabulary went to "Oh my god, fuck me, I need you." He moves your thong to the side giving him access to your clit. He gathers some of your wetness and uses it as a lube, he rubs your clit, you bite your lip so hard you think you're bleeding you close your eyes tight trying your hardest not to move.

"You like this don't you" you can feel him smirking "Don't you" he says slapping your pussy causing you to jump

"Yes" you say barely audible

"I know" He says in a mocking voice you let out a shaky breath. Your body starts to shake, you close your eyes and let out a long moan. "Already close?" He chuckles "I haven't even put my fingers in you yet"

Your face is still against the cold counter, your breathing is picking up faster and faster. This entire situation is something you dreamed of you never ever thought it would be happening in real life. Sam this hot, this rough. It seems so unnatural but you don't care.

"Please" You moan not even knowing what you're asking for, you just want to feel something.

"Please?" he completely slides off your thong slowly.

"Please" You repeat. Sam chuckles darkly and enters a finger in you, he slides right in because of how wet you are. You let out little moans. Sam bit down on your shoulder, then kisses your back. He adds another finger, his other hand slides up your shirt.

"No bra?" he asks shocked "not so innocent" he teases your nipple, tweaking and twisting it. You try to move your head but he stops you.

"Sam" you moan

"Don't move." He tells you sternly. You bite your lip and try not to move at all. Your legs are starting to shake, you try so hard not to let them. Sam's grip on your neck gets tighter he shakes his hand a little. "Don't. Fucking. Move." He says through his teeth. Sam removes his fingers from you and shoves them in your mouth. You take them suck on them swirling your tongue. "Good girl" He says in your ear. You can hear messing with his belt and pants. You feel a hard something at your entrance you moan loudly just thinking of his cock inside you.

"I see you're ready, so needy. I bet you can't wait to feel so full of me you can't even think straight. You're going to get so cockdrunk you won't even remember your pretty little name." He says in your ear.

"Please Sam. Please fuck me" you beg. Sam slams into you without warning and keeps going, giving you no time to adjust. You scream out in pain and pleasure. "Oh my god, keep going" You grip onto the counter so hard your knuckles turn white. Sam stops. You let out a big confused breath.

"Don't tell me what to do. okay?" his hand squeezes your cheeks. You nod your head yes. "Good" Sam says roughly letting go of you. He continues to pound into you. Your moans are echoing off the walls in the bar. His grunts and groans only turn you on even more. You can feel your wetness going down to your thighs.

"God you're such a mess for me" Sam grabs a handful of your hair, he finally lets go of your neck. You arch your back and Sam pulls on your hair bringing your head back. Your moan gets even louder, Sam's thrusts get even harder and deeper. "Who knew, a girl like you. Always playing so innocent would love to be fucked like this" He whispers in your ear before nibbling on it. "I would, because I see right through you. You're a slut, a slut for a man with authority." You don't say anything, you just close your eyes and try really hard to cum all over him right now. "Oh getting close are we? I can feel squeezing my cock even more."

Your mouth hangs open just a little, you know you're making noise but you can't understand what's coming out of your mouth. You're starting to see stars even though you're trying really hard not to. You feel a sharp pain on your cheek.

"I asked you a question" Sam yells.

"W-what?" You ask sloppy not even sure he could understand you

"You're close to cumming all over my cock aren't you?"

"Yes" You moan out. "Yes, yes" Your legs start shaking and your entire body tenses up, you've never felt anything like it. "Oh my- Sam!" All you saw was black, you're screaming Sam's name. He holds you up and continues fucking you hard, and rough. You're screaming and trying to squirm away. Sam wraps his arms around pressing you to his chest keeping you still.

"You love this don't you, being used like a toy, being used so I can get all my anger out." you lay your head on his shoulder not even able to form words or think. "I'm going cum in you, fill you up even more"

You nod your head and little whimpers escape your lips. His thrusts become sloppy, his moans become louder. He squeezes his arms around you tighter so much it hurts. You feel Sam fill you up with his hot cum. He loosens his grip on you, you breath heavy and so does he.

"Wow" you say breathless. Sam pushes you back down over the counter, he slides up your panties and fixes your skirt, he fixes himself as well.

"Y/n" Dean busts through the door. He stops when he sees you and Sam there, your hair a mess, you breathing heavy, and your cheek red, your eyes glossy. "Sam" he says softly, he pulls out a bottle of holy water and splashes it on him, Sam has an immediate reaction. You cover your mouth gasping.

"He's a demon?!"

"Of course I am, pretty" He smirks at you.

"That's why he hit you, Y/n" Dean says keeping his eyes on him. Sam laughs loudly.

"That's not why I 'hit' her" Sam says walking towards Dean "I fucked her"

"What?" Dean says through his teeth, you stand there not knowing what to say.

"I. Fucked. Her." He says proudly "Oh and she loved it"

"Y/n is this true? Did he-?" Dean doesn't even finish the question

"Oh what Dean, still got that little crush? Well so does Sammy and he got to her first" Dean doesn't say anything. He watches as Sam walks out of the motel and he runs to you pulling you in for a hug.

"Are you alright?" You shake your head yes not even looking at him, your mind is racing, what just happened?

Hope you enjoyed it! I'm re-watching supernatural and something about season 2 Demon Sam gets me. Thanks for reading! Feedback welcome! Like/comment/reblog!

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holylulusworld · 2 months

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A virgin at a sex store (3) - Sweet seducer

Summary: Your great aunt bequeathed her fortune to you. Her successful store in town. Problem is – it’s a sex store and you are a virgin.

Pairing: AU!Dean Winchester x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, language, age gap (the reader is 25; Dean 34), cocky Dean, teasing, Dean being a tease, talk about sex toys, kissing (yes, that’s a warning if it’s Dean), fluff, menstrual cramps

A/N: It's been a while...huh?

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“Morning sweetheart,“ Dean lazily leans in the doorframe, smiling like the devil himself. Maybe he is the devil hiding behind emerald eyes. You never know with the cocky man stealing more than your heart. “Breakfast, yes or no.”

“Ugh…please don’t talk about food or stuff,” you grumble and lie back down on your couch. “I can’t even think about food without feeling nausea.”

“Did I…?” He steps inside your home to glance at you. “Damn, I’m good!” Dean exclaims. “I got you pregnant without stealing your innocence.”

“What?” You roll your eyes. “That’s impossible, and you know it.”

“Hmm…” Dean looks at your belly, frowning as you clutch your abdomen. “You are suffering from morning sickness, Y/N. I did get you pregnant. We need to marry.”

You snort at his playful tone. “Dean, I’m not in the mood for bad jokes. Aunt Flo strikes again, and I don’t feel good. I’m nauseous, got terrible cramps, and on top of all, my mom called.”

“OH!” He nods slowly and glances at your tummy again. “Wait, let me help you feel better.” Dean makes quick work. Before you can protest you end up in his arms, squealing as he carries you out of your apartment.

“Dean, where are we going? DEAN!”

“I’m working from home today. I need to finish a few ideas for new dildos, you know. I’ll bring you to my home, and we can work in my bedroom. I got a soft mattress.”

“I got a mattress too,” you huff. “At my bedroom, Dean. I can go to my bedroom and rest.”

“No, no. I’ll take care of you, sweetheart,” Dean pecks your cheek. “Good thing we are neighbors, and no one else is living next door.”

“Dean, you really don’t have to. I’m used to having cramps and to take care of myself when Aunt Flu arrives.”

“Yeah, but you don’t have to. I got snacks, ice cream and, if you get lucky, I’ll make you my infamous bacon burger for dinner,” he grins and carefully places you on his bed.

Dean didn’t lie. His mattress is soft, and you already get comfortable when he covers you with a warm blanket.

“I’ll get you a hot water bottle, some tea, and a toast,” he flushes a pillow and puts it behind your back. “Just relax. I’ll be right back with everything and then I can check on the design for the new dildos.”

You chuckle. Dean talks about sex toys like everyone else about the weather. It’s normal to him to talk about sex and the toys, you sell at your aunt’s stores. “Dean!”

“What? I know how to take care of my girl,” he raises his index finger to stop you from protesting. “Let me take care of you, sweetheart.”

“Fine,” you sigh and snuggle into his pillow. “After the discussion I had with my mother last night, I could need some nice company.”

“Nice company comes your way,” he winks at you. “Give me ten minutes and you will feel much better.”

Dean took good care of you. He brought you a hot water bottle, the promised tea, and breakfast.

While he checked on a few design ideas and talked about the website with the web designer, you watched him. He furrowed his brows or pursed his lips – making him look even more adorable.

You got lost in not-so-innocent fantasies while he worked. Lost in thoughts you didn’t notice Dean stopped working and called your name.

“What do you think, sweetheart,” he suddenly turned the laptop to show you the new pictures Charlie, the web designer added. “It’s the main menu. I think it rocks!”

“Hot damn,” you splutter. “Dean! That’s…that’s you and…” You lick your lips and stare at the picture. “You're on your car, and you’re holding the new Dean dildo in your hand.”

“Do you like it?” He grins because you can’t even think of an answer. “What do you think, Y/N? I want to hear your opinion.”

Your brain is busy ogling Dean lying on his car, chest bare, and with a cocky smirk on his lips. It seems like he looks directly at you. He lies on his car, legs spread wide, and a cocky smirk on his lips.

“It’s provocative but very sexy,” you try not to sound like a creep. You like Dean, and don’t try to objectify him. “I mean…the woman will love it, some guys too…or a lot of guys.”

“Awesome,” Dean laughs and slams the laptop shut. “My job here is done. We will sell a shit-on of dildos with my name on it.”

“I guess you’re right,” you bite your index finger while fighting the urge to open the laptop to look at the picture one last time. “But don’t you hate it when people objectify you, Dean?”

“It’s for the business, sweetheart,” he pats your thigh. “My pretty face sells a lot of sex toys. I’m not ashamed of my job. I love it, to be honest. Your aunt saved me, and my life back then. I owe that I do my job with passion.”

“She must’ve really liked you, Dean,” your smile saddens. “I wish that I stayed in contact with her. Only because my parents told me to stay away I abandoned her while she never forgot about me.”

“Hey, she knew that it wasn’t you. Martha adored you, Y/N. She always told us that it’s not your fault that you didn’t stay in contact with her.”

“I should’ve Dean! I loved her and didn’t see her again,” you sniffle now. “I’m an awful person for letting her down!”

“You’re the great woman Martha told all of us about. Never believe for one second that you are a bad person.” Dean tuts and wipes a tear off your cheek. “Now relax. I’ll make you some food and take good care of you.”

“Dean,” you sigh deeply. “My parents found out that Martha left me everything she owned. They want to know about the stores.” You bite your lower lip, chewing on it. “How can I tell them I now own sex stores.”

“With a smile,” Dean is quick to reply. He shrugs and winks at you. “Martha was proud of all the goals she reached in life. She left everything to you, sweetheart. Do not disappoint her by acting like owning her stores is a bad thing.” Dean gets up from the bed to put the laptop aside.

“That’s not what I meant,” you hastily say. “I’m just not sure they will understand that I took over Martha’s business. They are very…” You sigh deeply. “Old-fashioned. I think Daddy will faint if he looks at our website.”

“I bet he’ll go and buy condoms or a dildo,” Dean smirks cockily. “Whatever floats his boat, you know. Just tell them you took over Martha’s business. Who cares what they think about it?”

“You make it sound so easy,” you look at his laptop again. “You’re so self-confident, and always know what to say.”

“Ah, you’re already enchanted by me,” Dean dips one knee into the mattress. He dips his head to steal a kiss. “I’m the sweet seducer, Y/N. You should be careful, or you’ll fall for me.”

You cup his face to kiss him again. “Maybe I already fell for you, Mr. Winchester.”

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salchat · 8 months

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Secret Flowers - Chapter 29

The bathroom door opened and the ex-angel-of-the-Lord came out, clad only in his boxers, his hair ruffled and messy. Dean didn’t think it was possible to feel your own pupils expanding. But his were. Definitely. What a sight. What a beautiful sight. And then Cas met his eyes and smiled that small, soft, shy smile that Dean loved so much and, impossibly, he was even more beautiful.

"Come here, angel." He flipped back the duvet and patted the bed.

Cas got in, but he didn’t snuggle up to Dean. He sat with a little gap between them, his legs drawn up, held within the circle of his arms, which showed off his biceps very nicely.

"What’s up, angel?"

"That, right there," said Cas. "You call me angel. All the time."

"Oh. Well, yeah. And you're not an angel anymore." Dean rubbed the back of his neck. Shit. Had he been hurting Cas by calling him that? "Okay, I won’t-"

"No! Don't stop. I like it. I love it, actually." His eyes lowered and he smiled. "I'm your angel. You said that."

"Yeah. Of course you are, Cas. Of course."

Dean grabbed one of Cas’s hands and pulled it away from its tight grip around his knees and squeezed it. "So, what's up, then?"

Cas’s eyes met his, and the light from the nightstand hit them and went right into their blue depths. "What can I call you?"

"Oh. Okay. Well, I just like it when you say my name. I always have." Dean roughened his voice: "Hello, Dean." He grinned. That always turned me on. Even when I told myself it definitely, no way, no how, never-in-a-million-years did any such thing. Jeez, I was so dumb."

"No you weren’t. You just weren't ready."

"Well, anyway. You don’t have to call me anything different."

"I want to. But I don’t know what would fit."

Dean smiled.

"So let's consult the oracle, yeah?" He opened the laptop, quickly minimised YouTube and typed 'terms of endearment' into the search bar, predictably coming up with a whole list about the 1983 Jack Nicholson movie. He clicked on the only entry which seemed a likely hit and was rewarded with a list.

"Honeybunny," read Cas with interest.

"No, thank you very much," said Dean. "But, hey, maybe I could switch up angel with honey sometime? 'Specially if you're gonna be making it."

"Honey," said Cas, as if tasting the word. "I think I would like that."

"You got it, honeybunny."

Cas glared "I did not agree to honeybunny. "Except perhaps very, very occasionally. And we're meant to be looking for you." He leant toward the screen. "How would you feel about baby or babe?"

Dean grimaced.

"No? Hmm." He squinted at the list. Maybe Cas needed reading glasses too. "Oh."

His face did that thing that Dean could never quite put his finger on, when it softened somehow, going all melty and soppy. "What?"

"I don't know if you'll like it."

"You clearly do." Dean glanced at the list. "I hope it's not lovebug. And darling seems a bit… I don’t know - fifties? Like Grace Kelly and satin evening dresses."

"You'd look good in a satin evening dress."

Dean blushed and wriggled. There was something else he was pretty sure he looked good in. "What then?"

"Well, there's a few I might try out - buttercup, sugarplum, sweetie-pie."

Dean snorted. "Well, alright. But not in front of Sammy."

"I'll try not to. They might slip out, though. But anyway, the one I like most-" - his dark lashes covered his eyes - "is… sweetheart."

"Oh." Dean found himself studying the duvet, pleating the edge between his fingers. His face was hot. They really were like a couple of awkward teens, sometimes. "Uh, yeah. Okay, then."

"You like it?"

"Yeah. Think so." He cleared his throat. "I mean - it's really soft. And I'm, well, y'know, not really…"

A warm hand curled around his shoulder and then fingertips brushed lightly along his collar bone and up his throat to the point of his chin to gently raise his head. Then Cas’s lips were pressed to his, so light and careful, as if he were a precious thing

"You are soft, Dean. Soft and lovely - and my sweetheart."

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missacidburn928s-heathenhideaway · 2 months

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Moonlight & Fang Ch. 3

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Selene

Blossoming fields spanned the entirety of the land, broken up by a gently flowing river with several branches in the distance. In the heart of the green grasses, colorful flowers peeked out above and dazzled entire bee queendoms and brightly colored beetles. Above them birds soared high and far while a group of deer ran through the field in search of food or a place to rest.

A serene panorama with soft, floral scents accentuated by the warmth of a late spring's sun. Fortunately unbroken by the wispy clouds drifting by, provided any wolf with a perfect opportunity to rest both the body and the mind. The sight at night, both with a full moon and without, would certainly be worth waiting for.

But that was not why I was in the meadow today. I was foraging for herbs, which is a typical occurrence, for a tonic I needed to replenish. In doing so I seem to have stumbled upon a stranger wandering my land. Looking lost.

No, not just a stranger, but a wolf. Male and recently turned, as it may. As in the last 3 moon cycles or so. He smells vaguely familiar and quite delicious. But there is something about his scent that has my wolf growling in my head. Just a hint, but it smells of one of the hunters that murdered my father.

But that can’t be. I killed them all and feasted on their flesh to fill my little pup belly. Their bones do in fact decorate my greenhouse and entry way stairs.

Could it be a relative, a son perhaps. There is only one way to find out. I must scent and taste of his blood myself. But first I must lure him home where I may seek my answers with my mate at my side. Where my power is strongest and I have a direct link to the moon and her goddesses.

Dean

I swear there was a woman standing in the middle of the meadow but a moment ago. Did I dream her up? Have I been in the woods too long? These woods are cursed after all.

“Hello there.” A woman's voice whispers in my ear.

I spin on my heel, surprised someone got the jump on me, and grab the culprit. Slamming them against the nearest tree.

“Quick, reflexes. A bit jumpy though aren’t we?”

It’s the woman from the meadow. She’s smiling up at me as my hand is wrapped around her throat pinning her in place. Looking the least bit scared of me.

“You snuck up on me. I don’t like surprises.” I grit out.

“Hmm. Well I thought it only fair, since you were watching me from the shadows, to introduce myself. It’s not my fault that you were caught unawares.”

“You knew I was watching you?”

“I could smell you, long before your feet touched the ground a 100 yards out from my meadow. And what a wonderful scent it is. Alpha wolf isn’t always so pleasant.”

She can sense that I’m a wolf. She could only know that by being one herself. I need to be careful with this woman. No matter how tasty she smells. I came here to get answers about what happened to my father all those years ago. When he went on a hunt and never returned from these woods.

“Your meadow? These woods and everything that resides within it belong to a Hag. You look of no such hideousness.”

“Good to know you don't find me hideous, as you are in such close proximity. You know, since you're pinning me against this tree.” She chuckles. “For your information, to which I’m choosing to divulge, these woods did belong to the Hag. Upon my mothers passing they transferred to me.”

I grit my teeth and squeeze her soft throat. “So what are you then? I can smell you’re more than human. But there is more there than just Omega wolf.”

“Well, aren't you a curious thing? Wandering around in my woods and demanding answers from me. All while your hand is wrapped around my throat. A threat of violence just waiting to pass your lips.'' She tilts her head. “For now I will give you this one answer. To receive any further from me, you will need to follow me to my manor where my mate is waiting for my return.”

“Give me the answer first. That will determine my next steps.”

She sighs. Clearly annoyed by my antics. “I am a hybrid. A witch of Fae blood and wolf shifter. Unlike you, I was born with both thanks to my father being a strong Alpha. A witch I may be, but a hag I am not. Do not get that confused. Understand.”

“Noted.” I nod my head. “How can I trust that you mean me no harm?”

“Oh dear boy.” She lifts her hand and with the flick of a wrist is out of my hold and standing beside me. “You had no hold over me. I could have slipped your grasp at any moment. I chose to oblige your curiosity.”

I stare at her, mouth agape.

“Now. Are you going to come along peacefully to gain the answers you seek or will I have to do this the hard way.” She wiggles her fingers, nails transformed into claws and smiles. Showing off her sharp fangs. “I kinda hope you choose the hard way. I do love getting to exercise my power on more than just tinctures and healing.”

She clearly could have killed me many times over by now. I did venture here searching for answers. I am unsure about her mate, and my wolf is a bit growly about it knowing she is already claimed, but I am confident in my abilities to get myself out of the situation if it turns south.

“While you ponder over the risks. I’m going to gather my basket of herbs. Meet me in the meadow when you have decided to trust the fates or forge your own path.”

She winks at me and then saunters off. The sway of her hips is captivating, as her scent envelopes me. I could only catch a faint whiff of it earlier when I was making my way through the trees. Was she cloaking it from me? Not wanting to possibly influence my actions? Could she tell I barely have a handle on my wolf?

She is a mystery that I want to unravel. Mated already or not. I was a strong alpha male before I was bitten. So I know the Alpha wolf that resides inside me now is just as strong if not stronger. Who says I can’t challenge him and claim her for myself.

That settles it. I need to set my eyes on this mate. Plus I need to know more and she may be the only one that can help me find out what happened.

I hurry into the meadow. She lifts her basket from the ground, pulls her red hood forward and begins walking. Not sparing me a glance back. Confident that I will follow. “I’m not going to waste my energy teleporting us. So put those long bow legs to good use and get a move on before my mate starts to worry and comes searching for me.”

Selene

He follows behind me dutifully, as I make the familiar trek back home. I choose to hold off any conversation and hum a little tune. Remaining vigilant in my awareness of my surroundings. I still was unsure of this man’s intentions. What questions he was seeking answers for. Would the information make him a danger or something else? I have to assume this is the fate’s doing once more.

Why else would I find him in my woods, smelling good enough for my wolf to take notice. It’s not like we are not satisfied at home. On the contrary, our lustful appetites have been more than sated these last few months.

As we step through the trees into the clearing that houses the manor I hear a subtle intake of breath come from behind me.

“This is where you live?”

“Yes.” I respond. “Did you think I lived in some small little hovel in the big bad woods? I’m a powerful supernatural being. I have magic literally running through my veins. Of course I live in a manor fit for a Queen.”

“My apologies. I just…” He’s at a loss for words as he tries to fix the perceived slight.

“Am a simple man who has no need for extravagances. I get it. But not everyone lives like a hunter with only the things they can carry.”

“I never told you I was a hunter.”

“Didn’t need to, dear. It’s in the way you carry yourself. Not to mention your display of quick reflexes in the woods earlier and the weapons you have hidden on your person. The main thing though is the talisman hanging around your neck. It’s clan specific.”

“How do you know that?”

“To obtain that answer you are going to have to head inside with me. I need to put these herbs away and I’m quite over being on my feet.”

I make my way onto my porch where I am greeted with the door opening before I can reach it and Jax stepping out. He reaches forward, placing his hands on my cheeks and pulls me into a deep kiss.

He pulls away and runs his thumb along my bottom lip. “Bringing home strays now, are we little red? Newly turned ones at that.”

“What else was I supposed to do? He smelled divine and he found his way to my meadow while I was in it. Almost as if he was destined to.”

“Mmm. Alright, darling. So you brought him home instead of just claiming him in the woods because…”

“He has yet to be truly tested. There are answers he seeks, that I may be the only one to give. If they are what I think they are, I want to be protected in case it takes a turn. Plus it didn't feel right testing him without you present. He would be an addition, not a replacement. He needs to know that.”

“And where are we conducting this test?”

“The library of course.”

“Ahh. Where you are most powerful. Need I prepare anything?”

“Just make sure our strongest chair is available.”

“Oh this is going to be good.”

Dean

I watch her converse with who I can only assume is her mate. Not only because he kissed her, but by the way he looks are her like she is the entire moon and stars. I thought it would make my wolf angry seeing such a display, but the asshole practically purred in my head.

He didn't feel threatened. He wanted to join in. The word pack being repeated over and over in my head. Listen asshole, I don't know what the hell is going on with you, but I’m still in control and as much as that looks like a fun sandwich to be a part of, I still need answers. And she clearly has them. After I get what I want, then you can have a chance to get what you want. Understood.

He growled a bit but agreed to my terms, for now, and settled down.

Sensing their moment was over, I make my way over. Taking in the haunting beauty of the all black manor. Much like the haunting beauty of its owner. Who’s name I am yet to know.

As I make my way up the porch stairs she speaks. “This is my mate Jax. Like me, he was born a wolf. So please no Alpha funny business. For now at least.”

I nod my head in his direction. “Dean.” He nods in return and I turn my head in her direction. “Am I ever going to be graced with your name?”

“And here I was enjoying being mysterious.” She teases.

“Red.” Jax admonishes her. A hint of warning intoned.

“Okay, okay. I get it. Playtime is over for now.” She removes her hood from her head, a cascade of curls fall down around her. “Nice to formally meet you Dean, the hunter. I am Selene.”

“Your mother, the Hag, named you after a goddess?”

“It’s a long story. Better to be shared at a later date. Unless you are willing to wait on those answers you seek.”

“No. I have waited long enough.”

“Alright then. Let’s head inside to the library where we can get more comfortable.”

She walks off into the house. Removing her red cloak in the process. Revealing a midnight black dress that hugs her generous curves like a second skin. My wolf purred in my head once more and this time I had to agree with him.

I shook myself from my lustful thoughts just as I heard her Alpha chuckle. “Come on. I’ll show you the way.”

I followed behind the blonde man with a physique that rivaled my own. He clearly was a man used to hard labor and carried himself with a natural confidence. I can see why she chose him as her mate.

I scanned my surroundings as we made our way through the manor. Taking note of the skulls that adorned the handrails of the stairs. Upon making it to the library, I come to find even more macabre items scattered among the walls of books. As well as more bones of varying species.

It clearly is a special and well cared for room. I assume it is where she spends the most time.

She stands behind a large ornate black chair . “Please, have a seat.”

Without second thought I place my large frame on the armless chair. Before I have a chance to adjust and get comfortable, vines begin to sprout up around me. I start to fight them, but the more I struggle, the tighter they become. My arms and legs are bound. I am at the mercy of Selene’s magic.

“I apologize for using my magic against you. But I needed reassurance for this talk. You understand don't you?”

“I understand that you better have a good reason for it. It will be your only saving grace when I get out of them.”

“Tsk tsk, hunter. Always with a threat upon your tongue. Let’s hurry this along then shall we. Ask your questions.”

“How long have you lived in these woods?”

“My entire existence so far.”

“Have you ever encounter a group of hunters in the woods?”

“Of course. Numerous times. You’re going to have to be a bit more specific.”

“In your youth, did you happen upon a group of hunters wearing this same talisman?”

“Yes.” She calmly states.

I breathe a sigh of relief. “They never returned home from that hunt. My father was with them that day. Do you know what happened?”

“I do. Vividly.” She states with a hint of anger laced in.

“Care to elaborate sweetheart?”

She relaxes her face and looks off into the stained glass windows surrounding the room. “My father and I were foraging for supplies that day. Something we did weekly. The group of hunters you speak of happened upon us. They sensed that we were other and attacked us. Killing my father right in front of my very eyes.”

She turns to face me. Locking her dagger like gaze on me as she divulges the rest of the story. A wicked smile on her face. “I was but 9 years old. A pup, who had only really shifted in play. Watching your father bleed out in front of you and perish would leave anyone in anguish. But I am not just anyone. My wolf took over that afternoon. And I tasted human flesh for the first time. I tore through the entire party. Leaving no one alive. Justice was served by my fangs and I have no regrets. I keep their bones within these walls to remind me of how quickly life can be taken away.”

I stare at her with gritted teeth. Rage coursing through my body at the truth that she just revealed. “You killed my father?”

“Yes.” She succinctly states. “Only after he aided in killing mine first.”

A growl erupts from my chest. But it was not my wolfs doing. That was all me.

“Now, now. See why I needed the restraints. You’re not thinking clearly. I was, as a young child, just doing what you as a fully grown and newly turned wolf were looking to come do. To find answers and dole out justice. You, the man, may be particularly unhappy with this cruel turn of fate. But how does your wolf feel?”

“What does he have to do with this?”

“Everything.” She looks me deep into my eyes. “He’s what brought you to find me in the meadow. You may have been in my woods searching for answers, but he felt drawn here.”

“And you're sure of that?”

“Deadly.” She says with confidence.

We sit in silence for a moment. Never once breaking eye contact. My wolf paces back and forth in my head. But not from anger or bloodlust. No, he’s mad at me for not understanding her position. She is strong and resilient. The perfect mate for us, he says.

As my wolf and I argue, Jax walks over to where Selene has been perched on a desk. “Your body is practically vibrating with pent up energy, darlin. It’s not just rage either. I can scent the lust in the air.”

I watch as he runs his fingers along her cheek and throat. She leans into his touch, as if it's a soothing balm. “I can’t help the way my body reacts to the Alpha pheromones in the air. Try as I might to stay in my right mind until he decides his fate.”

That gets my attention. “Decide my fate?”

“Yes. It is no coincidence you are here, in my manor. Especially being such a newly turned wolf. I assume you no longer have ties to the world as you knew it before. Coming from a family of hunters, whose sole purpose is to eradicate supernatural's, you becoming one is not welcome. No matter how that came about. I’m surprised you’re still alive to be perfectly honest.”

“My brother.” She tilts her head, waiting for me to elaborate. “He helped me regain my health and escape before the first full moon came and my death was sealed. I can never return home.”

“Home is wherever you make it. You are not beholden to one place, Dean.”

“Seems as if you are beholden here.”

“I have always been able to leave these woods. I choose to stay. Not just because my magic is powerful here, but because this is where I took control of my own life and set in motion what was destined for me.” She turns to Jax and smiles. “And what a destiny it has become.”

“Red, if you keep looking at me like that, that dress will be gone and your legs will end up wrapped around my shoulders. Caring not of our audience.” He growls out.

“He’s not going anywhere.” She looks at me. “Besides, he seems the sort who might need a visual demonstration of what it’s like to be mated.” A devilish smile adorns her face.

“You wouldn’t dare.” I challenge.

“Oh, but she most certainly would.” Jax imparts as he grabs the center of her collar and rips her dress down the middle. She has not a stitch on underneath. Glorious, sun kissed skin is exposed to our greedy eyes. I can feel my wolf licking his chops as we peruse the soft flesh with our keen eyes. Making note of every dip and freckle that decorates her body.

Her thighs are soon thrown over broad naked shoulders. Her crimson colored nails tangle in his blonde locks as he pulls the most sinful of sounds from her throat.

She doesn’t even try to resist. She just succumbs to the pleasure and lays back along the desk. Her free hand skimming her torso until she reaches her heaving breasts. I bite back a groan as I observe her nimble fingers teasing along the goose pimpled flesh. She takes a hardened peak between her pointer finger and thumb and pinches. A pinch isn’t enough for this vixen though. With her firm hold she pulls on the flesh.

Throwing her head back, she moans. I notice movement in my periphery, and shift my eyeline to where her Alpha’s head is set between her legs. It is his wrist that is causing the movement. Clearly his fingers are aiding in making her come undone.

Unlocking a crescendo of moans to expel from her throat, that grows so loud it echoes off the walls with her climax. It is a magical sight. As I bask in the intoxicating pheromones suffocating the room, Jax rises.

He divests himself of his pants and lifts Selene off of the desk. Turning he sits atop its sturdy surface and spins the Omega to face me. He kisses her throat, as he spread her legs wide and slowly lowers her onto his large cock.

I can’t hold back the rumbly groan that escapes as I watch her tight little cunt stretch to accommodate him. I wish it was my thick cock splitting her open like that. I’m surprised to find that I’m not jealous of him touching her. It oddly feels right watching her Alpha worship her. If anything I just want to add to it.

She starts to squirm when he bottoms out. "Uh uh Omega. Don't rush me. You'll get what you want when I'm good and ready to give it to you."

She whines but stills. Her heavy lidded eyes make contact with mine. My already tight pants grow even more uncomfortable. If only I could get some relief.

She is completely at his mercy.

"There's my good girl." He whispers along her throat. She preens at the praise. "Your pussy is gripping me so tight. Don't want to hurt you, but I don't know how much longer my wolf can hold back."

"Do it Alpha." She pants. "Don't hold back. I can take it. I was made for it."

Pleased with her response, Jax purrs so loud that I can feel it vibrate in my own chest. Making my cock twitch. That’s a first. Before I can think too much on that, Selene is lifted up by his two large hands, and slammed back down on his dick.

“OH FUCK!” She shouts. Those are the last coherent words she utters before all that escapes her mouth are whimpers and guttural moans.

She gives in. Allowing him to control her body as he shows me just how much she can take. My eyes are transfixed, watching her tight little snatch swallow his cock whole. Her slick leaking down his heavy sack.

The next thing I know, she’s digging her claws into his thighs as she comes once more and his knot pops. But he doesn’t slam it inside of her. No, he leaves it right at the entrance. Close enough for her to feel it but not for it to catch as he fills her full.

The sight alone almost has me coming in my pants. I have to bite my cheek to refrain from making a mess of my own.

He slowly pulls out and places her on her feet. She leans into him, weak kneed, as he kisses her sweetly. A mix of their essences trails down her thighs. A whine escapes my mouth as I have the sudden urge to clean the mess with my tongue.

She or her wolf, maybe both, must like the sound because her demeanor changes from submissive and sweet to wanton and thirsty. She saunters over to the chair I am still bound to.

“Enjoy the show?” She teases, as she stares straight at my throbbing dick confined in my slacks.

I don’t even attempt to put up a front. I want this woman as much as my wolf does. “Yes. Very much.” I try to wiggle out of my bindings. “Untie me and let me show you just how much.”

She gets, what I can only describe as a twinkle of mischief, in her eye and pushes the top of the chair back so that I am now prone on the floor. She comes to stand above me, legs on either side of my chest and unbinds the vines holding restraining my torso.

Before she has time to pull another trick, I reach up, wrapping my arms around her thighs, sit up as best I can and latch my mouth to her clit. Fuck she tastes even more amazing then I imagined. I don’t even care that it’s mixed with her Alpha’s seed. I pull back, run my tongue across her thighs and make sure to clean up every last drop of essence that escaped before going to town on her messy pussy.

I’m quick to sink in two fingers and find that sweet little spongy spot that I know will have her seeing stars. It’s not long before she is screaming out, legs quivering and digging her claws into my shoulders as she falls apart.

Before I can continue my onslaught, she grips my hair and pulls me away. I give her the biggest smile as I lick my lips. I can feel just how soaked the lower half of my face is and I couldn’t be happier.

She releases my hair and with a twirl of her fingers, my chair begins to levitate back into a seated position.

She bends over and pulls my shirt over my head. Her fingers ghosting along my torso until she reaches the waist of my pants. She unlaces them and places her hand inside. Her small fist wraps around my rock hard length. Fingertips barely able to touch each other. She gives me a few strokes and then finally pulls me out. Exposing my heated flesh to the cool air of the library.

She straddles the chair and places herself on my thighs. With a look over her shoulder she leans forward, presenting herself to Jax. He licks his lips and makes his way over. His dick rock hard once again.

He takes two of his fingers and runs them along her cleft. Gathering up her slick and proceeding to use it as lubrication for her exposed puckered hole. He teases her before slowly sliding one and then two digits inside. Testing how ready she is to take him.

Clearly she was primed to go as he removes his fingers, coats his dick in more of her slick, notches himself at her tight ring of muscle and slips inside of her. She moans sweetly against my chest as he takes his time taking her apart once more.

I am not content to just observe this time around and my fingers find themselves playing with her nipples. It doesn't take long for her moans to escalate and just as I think she is about to explode she whispers, “Stop.”

Jax immediately stills at her words. I look for any signs of distress in her eyes. I find only lust.

With a panting breath she speaks. “Do you want me to ride you Dean?”

I swallow and nod my head. “Please. I’m dying here.”

She smiles. “Jax, be a dear and slide me down onto his dick.”

“Is my Omega not full enough with just my cock?”

“Why settle for one knot when I can have two stretching me opening?” she wiggles her ass.

“As you wish.”

He pulls her back against his chest, still remaining buried within her cheeks, and takes a few steps forward until her glistening folds are lined up perfectly with my cock. He lowers her down onto my thick girth.

We all gasp. The sensations of being joined together getting the better of us already. I can feel as Jax pulls back and slams himself forward. He fucks her so hard that she doesn't even need to move her hips to ride me. Jax is in control of both of us.

I’ve been on a hairpin trigger since I watched them come together on the desk. I can tell that she can feel the ring around the base of my dick begin to thicken. A signal of my knot getting ready to pop.

She grabs my jaw and makes me look her in the eyes. “Do you wish to be mine? A part of this pack. Even with everything you now know. Will you accept my bite?”

Whiney but still coherent, I answer honestly. “Yes. I want your bite. Make me yours.”

That’s all the permission she needs as she lets go of my jaw and bites down on my shoulder. Her fangs breaking the skin, laying her claim to my soul and setting off both our climaxes.

Instinctually I lean forward and sink my teeth into her collarbone, completing the bond, as my dicks paints her womb white. Not to be forgotten, Jax pulls out, strokes his dick and cums. Covering the both of us in his seed in a claim of his own.

She pulls away from my shoulder. Lips stained with my blood. Hair a disheveled mess. I have never seen such a beautiful creature in my life.

“Son of a bitch.” I blurt out.

“Feels good being bonded to her huh?” Jax asks.

“I feel more powerful. Like I could run all night without getting tired.”

She looks me in the eyes once more. Her amber orbs staring straight into my soul. “Do you regret it? Tying your life to the one who murdered your father?”

“Not as much as I thought I might. It’s like you said. He did kill yours first. You only did what I would have and was trying to do.”

“So we’re even then Alpha?”

“We’re good, Omega.” I give her my most charming smile. “We’ll be even better if you let me fuck you and be the one in control next round. I don’t even care if blondie over there participates or not.”

“Oh I’m not leaving you alone with her just yet. Once that knot of your deflates she’ll be stuck on mine next.”

“Now, now. There’s enough of me to go round. I am destined for 5 mates after all.”

“There’s 3 other assholes I have to share you with.”

“Well technically for now you just have to share me with Jax. The other 3 are yet to be found. So enjoy the peace and quiet. Because at some point that will all change if I am to restore balance to this land.”

“So there’s no getting around it then.”

“I’m afraid not.”

“Alright then.” I shrug.

“Just like that?”

“Just like that. I am but a simple man to please. I’ll take what I can get.”

“Lucky me.”

“Most certainly.” I pull her down and finally get to taste her lips for the first time. “Fuck, I could get addicted to that.”

“Wait until she uses that mouth on your cock.” Jax adds in, biting his lip and grabbing his semi erect dick. “Wicked with her tongue this one is.”

She just throws her head back and laughs.

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A Stranger

Dean’s just turned 24 and kinda got lost on the way. But one should never underestimate the power of an accident.

Dean was lying in his bed since morning. It felt like the day would suck anyway, why don’t feel sorry for yourself for a little bit.

It was his 24th birthday. No college degree, no work experience rather than a short mechanic internship he had before John had them leave the town to get on the road.

Alone in a stinky motel room. Freezing cold, with no idea what to do with his life. The heater broke a few days ago.

He hypnotised the ceiling with how hard he stared at it hoping he gets some answers from the blank space above him, but nada. Some girls he met at a bar months ago and became somewhat of friends with, kept saying he needed someone to care about. Well, they did became friends after he had come out as bi, so they did talk about guys most of the time.

But it was so naive to assume someone would come and rescue you.

And in 7 billion people? Man, it would be a real hard job to find the one, so might as well never start looking.

In three weeks, he went on a drive. To clear his mind, to find something exciting about life. So he stopped at some places he enjoyed, like a gun shop, and a small lake with fishermen, and cafeteria near the road to a pier. He ordered some pie and left a good tip for a lovely old lady who worked there and called him “son”. Going back to his car, he turned around to look at the water and ferry boats. It was calm there. He went up the stairs and saw a man looking somewhere in front of him where the sun had started setting. Dean coughed, not to scary the man and cut the distance. The man slowly turned his head to see the visitor while the sun shined on his face.

“It’s windy out there” Dean stood next to the man.

“Not as much as it usually is”

“You being here often?”

“Um, from time to time, I don’t actually live here”

“Me neither”

“Hmm”

They stood at the edge of the platform, looking at a ferry boat that was taking people to the other side of the river.

“You sure you’re not cold?” the guy’s hands were red and shaking from the freezing wind. “C’mere” Dean took his hands in his.

“Do you do this for all the strangers you meet?”

“I dunno. Just feels like the right thing to do,” Dean kept staring at guy’s eyes. God, they were something you could never forget.

“See something you like?”

“Very much”

“Can I guess your name?”

“What?”

“I bet I can guess your name”

“Uh, fine, whatever”

“Is it Phillip?”

“Yeah, you actually right”

“No, it’s not, isn’t it?”

“Nope”

“Damn, I really wanted to impress you”

“Did you, huh?” Dean smiled blushing and giggling a little when the guy’s cold hands started tickling his palms.

“Wanna stay till the stars show up?”

“Man, it’s freaking cold out here,” he thought for a moment. This was strange, he didn’t know the guy, but he made him feel something, peace and excitement at the same time, “but I do have a car parked nearby, if you won’t think I’m some kind of a perv.”

“Can we watch the stars from your car then?”

“Sure”

_________

Dean was looking at the pictures of him and mom, him and Sam, Mary and John. The family he quit never had. He saw the picture of him at Bobby’s garage. He missed the old man. He was the first he ever came out to. Showed him support and respected his choice to leave the hunter life.

“Dean, how’s that boy you met some time ago?”

“You wanna discuss my love life now?” he really came to visit because he missed Bobby, not to get some therapy hours.

“Well, you know, you’ve never been chatty about your dates, but this one you did tell me all about on the phone. So I guess it’s…” Bobby was really accurate not to overstep, but it showed that he did worry about Dean.

“It’s nothing. We didn’t talk since that day. And… Uh, whatever, I don’t even know his name, so”

“Okay. Pass me the pliers?”

_________

Getting a dog was a good idea. Well, messy, a bit overwhelming, but a good one. Dean could now go for a walk every day, feel the fresh morning air, have company at dinner. Life was pretty good actually, he worked a Bobby’s, spent a lot of time in nature instead of the bar, even started eating (relatively) clean. The thing was he couldn’t forget a stranger he met a month ago. That was…not a big deal, necessarily. But lying in bed at night, imagining those eyes — well, it made things to Dean, things he did not realised had changed him.

So he went to a bar. One night out was a healthy thing to do, it was balance. He needed to blow off some steam and meet people, so when he came to the bar he could not believe that instead of chatting with pretty girls (or boys for that matter), he found himself sitting on the sofa in the furthest corner of the room with some old couple.

“Why are you here again?”

“Well, Grace here loves to plan us little dates, and it’s been 40 years since we married, can you imagine any place in this town we’ve never been to?”

“I think it’s a good way to spend time together, and also it reminds me of the day we met..”

“Come on, lovely lady, you think a boy here wants to listen to the sappy story of how I met the mother of my children?”

“Actually, I wouldn’t mind,” Dean really enjoyed the peace and quiet some people could give him, and this couple was amazing at this in the epicentre of the chaos that this bar was.

“The day we met, Robert was the only one waiting in line at the post office. I needed to send a letter to my friend in Ohio, and he waited there to send a box to his brother in New Jersey. I was wind up that morning, my landlord was a madman, and the bills were piling up—I was thinking I’m going to go mad, too. But at that post office? It was the calmest place on Earth for me,” she smiled looking at her husband, “He had a watch on his hand, and I asked if it’s old, because my father used to wear a similar one. Denis raised his watch so that I could see, and there was something engraved on it…”

_________

“If that would for some reason be my last night on Earth, I wouldn’t change a thing,” they were sitting in the car, watching the moonlight shine over water surface. The stars had started to show up in the dark blue sky.

“I wouldn’t, too,” Dean agreed without any hesitation.

There was a moment of comfortable silence between them.

“There’s a saying that someone you haven’t met yet, could change your life forever,” the guy almost whispered turning to face Dean, “I think I’m loosing contr—something”.

What the heck? What is he talking about?

“What do you mean?”

“I’m afraid I cannot change just yet, I’m sorry, I—“ and the guy just vanished from the car, never giving Dean a chance to do anything about it.

_________

Dean leaned in closer to hear the lady:

“There was an engraved phrase: “To a stranger I’ll love forever”. And then he told me that his mom gave this watch to his father whom she had met on the train when she accidentally bought the wrong ticket. And his father gave it to him.”

“That is a really sweet story.”

“Do you have a better half, son?” the man was really kind to him spending time in their company.

“Uh, no, I don’t”

“Oh, no worries here! Look at you!” the lady wanted to cheer him up a little bit, “What a handsome, kind young man. Your lover is somewhere out there, and someday he will change your life forever, I’m telling you,” she leaned to put her head on her husband’s shoulder.

“Yeah, I hope so,” Dean started to feel awkward taking up space, “I will leave you to your date, it was really nice meeting you.”

“It was nice meeting you, too,” the man reached out to shake Dean’s hand, “Wait, are you heading out of here? Our son’s supposed to pick us up, we can take a smoke outside while we wait, what do you think?”

“Yeah, yeah, that sounds good.”

Dean liked the view at the sky from here. The town didn’t have quite many lights to hide the stars.

“Promise me you text me on that number I gave you when you meet someone. You’re such I great guy, make an old lady happy one day from a text saying you’re happy, okay?”

“Yeah, absolutely,” it started to get really cold when the night came, so he put his hands in his pockets but he didn’t want to leave just yet.

“Honey, give me your hands, you’re cold,” the old man took his wife’s hands and was warming them up with his breath.

“He always does that when it’s cold,” the lady laughed and Dean smiled and blushed a little, but maybe it was just from the wind.

A car turned to a parking lot. It was beige, some old brand Dean didn’t think he’d seen before.

“It’s our son, would you like to meet him?” the lady was smiling genuinely.

“Sure.”

A man came out of the car. A silhouette in the dark that cannot be quite seen. When they came closer, the couple hugged their son and said something about being a very risky deriver.

Dean thought he would better disappeared through the floor right here and now.

The man turned his head while his mom was telling him about the boy they’d met.

He stared at Dean with those eyes of his.

Dean could not move. Then when the guy made a step forward, he could not help but turn around and start to walk away.

Unbelievable.

It’d be better if he stayed with Oscar the Dog that night.

What a stupid joke all of this was.

“Hey,” the guy put his hand on Dean shoulder.

“Hi, nice meeting you again, stranger, how’s it going.”

“Please, stop,” the guy was persistent, he stood in front of Dean, “Stop.”

“What?”

“Look, I’m sorry. For— for bailing out.”

“Oh, do not mind me, I’m totally cool, uh, can I go now? Thanks,” he tried to step out.

“Please, give me a chance to speak to you.”

Dean stopped. All of it was surreal.

_________

“Bobby, I cannot tell you what happened because nothing had happened! Just life is freaking miserable! The only person I’ve liked for the past, what, two years? Run out on me! Just jumped out of the car.”

“Dean, it happens, but you’re allowed to get mad, you hear me? Better than bottling it up.”

“Can I tell you something?”

“Sure.”

“I thought I would never care for anybody as much than I care about you and Sam. But God knows that day I felt like I would give up the world for this man. I dunno what’s wrong with me, maybe everything is freaking wrong with me, but I’ll recognise him among the thousands of people, I don’t know what this is…” he couldn’t stop the tears, blushing at how stupid it was. Bobby sat down next to him:

“Son, it’s called love. It might hurt, but it may fade away with time. Give yourself some time. That ain’t easy, but it’s healing. C’mon,” he embraced his shoulders to calm him down.

_________

“Have you ever been really scared in life?” Dean turned his head to the sky.

“Yeah,” the guy froze looking at Dean.

“I’ve been, too. Not that hard when my dad first pointed a gun at me, I did expect that at some point, not when I slept alone in the backseat of my car when I was 16. For some reason, it was when you got into my freaking car. I started to feel so scared that you will never ever sit on that passenger seat again,” Dean smirked, it did hurt him to admit that.

“I’m so sorry, let me just,”

“And then,” Dean could not help but laugh at the sudden will to cry in front of a stranger, “You did just that. What a bitch is fate, don’t you think?”

“I’m asking you, please, just—”

“No, you know what, screw you,” Dean turned away.

“I got scared.”

“Of me?” he looked at the guy.

“No, of course, not. Of me. I knew I was gonna kiss you in your car, but you…You are just such a nice guy, I would’ve ruined everything, and changed everything with no going back,” he covered his eyes with his hand, “I’m such a jerk. You don’t wanna see me now, and all I could think about all this time was you, and what were the chances to ever meet you again, but here we are…”

“Except you’ve already changed everything, stranger. Could’ve done it earlier,” Dean couldn’t stop himself from smiling seeing the cute little faces the guy was making while telling his side of story.

“Could’ve done what? This?” the guy stepped impossibly closer and kissed Dean cupping his cheeks. Dean felt weak at his knees, shocked and as whole as he had never felt in his life. He returned the kiss and swallowed the beautiful little moan that escaped from the guy’s throat. They stopped to get some air and then pressed their foreheads together. It was so good. So right.

The car behind them honked.

They laughed.

“I guess I need to text your mom now, she really insisted I do that when I found someone”

“Well, that’s funny ‘cause she said me the exact same thing earlier today”.

“Is your mom a witch?”

“Probably”

They laughed again. Dean kissed him one more time holding him by his chin.

“My name’s Castiel, by the way”

“Nice to meet ya, stranger. Dean”

P.S.

“Dean, are you alright?”

“Yeah, Bobby, I’m fine. Listen, you ever dreamt of a name while you were sleeping?”

“Like you hear something?”

“I think. It’s “Castiel”

“It’s a really strange name, Dean”

“Yeah, I know. Listen, I head out to a bar, you need help with anything?

“Nah, I’m good”

P.P.S.

“Ouch, Dean! Why couldn’t we fuck in a bed and not in the backseat, tell me again?”

“It’s for that first time you bailed on me. And I like having you in my car,” he started to tickle Cas to have him laugh and then whine again as he hit his elbow from the little space they had in there.

#deastiel #deancas #destiel headcanon #destiel drabble #dean winchester #castiel #dean x castiel #spn #supernatural #spnfandom #spnfamily #destiel au

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seriouslysam8 · 1 year

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D: Is there a song or a playlist to associate with [insert fic]?

There are certain songs I listen to on repeat when I write. There are certain songs I like to listen to when writing certain POVs. I don’t have like one big play list or anything like that. But Gasoline by Halsey is a good depressed Sirius song. I listen to that a lot when I write Sirius’ POV. I listened to How Do I Say Goodbye by Dean Lewis when I wrote Sirius finding James’ body in Backstabber on repeat. When I was writing my unreleased Regulus stabbing James scene for reference, I listened to Doin’ Time by Lana Del Rey.

M: Got any premises on the back burner that you’d care to share?

Umm… how much time do you have????

Let’s see… hmm… here’s one that only @bellmel and @funbunnypotter26 know about. I had an idea (before I started the Petrichor series and knowing I didn’t want to continue MIT any longer) where I had an idea for a modern Hinny Muggle college AU where Hinny meets at university. Harry grew up with the Dursleys but had weird memories of motorbikes and birthday cake and a man in a leather jacket and being happy. But it all seems like some fantasy he made up in his head until one day he gets a letter in the mail from a bank about how they’ve been trying to reach him multiple times about some trust account in his name with a man named Sirius Black listed as the legal guardian. Hinny go down a rabbit hole of playing junior sleuths where they find video of Sirius being arrested and a small messy-haired toddler with glasses crying after him in the background. Harry knows it’s him, that the odd dreams he had were actually distorted memories and Harry’s on a mission to figure out why Sirius was arrested, if he actually did what they said he did, gaining access to the prison Sirius was being held in, and figuring out what exactly Sirius’ relationship is to him.

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Ch. 19: The Beast

Fandom: Harry Potter (Hogwarts years 1-7) Pairing: Draco x OFC

taglist: @ocappreciationtag @arrthurpendragon @anotherunreadblog @maaaaarveeeeel @stareyedplanet @foxesandmagic

Story Masterlist // Romina’s Masterlist

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For Harry, taking Care of Magical Creatures was a dream compared to Divination. One class and he was already being sentenced to death (again!). He was beginning to regret his decision in the class, but no one like Hermione.

By the time the three Gryffindors arrived at Hagrid's Hut, most of the students were already there. Hagrid was merely ushering the last arrivals to follow him towards the paddock of the school. Harry could see familiar heads up ahead, including Dean, Seamus, Pansy Parkinson...and Romina...with Draco (alongside Crabbe and Goyle).

"Am I late!? Am I late!?" Harry heard Arden calling from behind. He, Hermione and Ron stopped walking to turn sideways and see Arden running breathlessly towards them.

"Arden, you're on time," Hermione smiled at the girl.

"Stupid Lilah couldn't find McGonagall's class," Arden rolled her eyes. "Has anyone seen Romina?"

With a sour face, Harry pointed a finger at Romina up ahead. When they followed his gaze, Hermione and Ron grimaced.

"Oh no he won't," Arden muttered, but not for the reasons the Gryffindors hoped for. "You know I got stuck with Draco as a Divination partner? He is absolutely the—"

"—world's biggest blabbermouth," Draco couldn't finish complaining to Romima about the Divination class he had just finished. "I thought Parkinson was enough but no, King actually won that title all in the span of an hour. I don't know how you stand her. I think I'd rather take Carolinha—"

Romina merely hummed to agree. She was holding her bag, well almost clutching it, due to the monstrous book inside trying to bite its way free.

"Actually, no I take that back. I can't bloody stand Carolinha," Draco said with a shudder.

"Watch what you say about my sister," Angel warned from behind them. Beside him, both Blaise and Theodore snickered. "Shut up!" Angel said.

"It's true!" Draco exclaimed. "Theodore was right there and Trewlawny sat King down next to me! It's horrendous! She's — Oswell, are you even listening?" Draco shot Romina a look, a suspicious one at that. "I just insulted King to and back and you haven't bothered to snap at me as usual. I look forward to it, honestly. Pushes me to be more creative with my responses."

"Hmm…" Romina went once again.

Draco tilted his head at her curiously, wondering if he really could just get away with anything right there. "...Arden's an annoying, little mudblood."

"Hmm."

There was a minute of full shock before Draco was berated for his words, but not from Romina.

"You're not so hot yourself you so-called 'pureblood'," Arden smacked him on the back before moving forwards to walk alongside Romina. "Actually, you're not hot at all."

"Don't touch me!" the blonde snapped.

"Then watch your fucking words!"

Romina finally blinked from her stupor with the two shouting at each other. She did, however, miss the Golden Trio passing by shooting curious, and yet disapproving looks, at them. "What are you two doing?" she asked Draco and Arden with a frown.

"Oh, now you talk," Arden made a 'done' motion with her hands. "At the rate you were going, even Crabbe and Goyle would have gotten their shot at me."

"What?" Romina, lost, glanced at the two mentioned boys. This time, they really were innocent.

Draco straightened up and gave her a look-over. "What the hell is wrong with you? I could have insulted the entire school with my favorite vocabulary and you wouldn't even have noticed."

"Am I supposed to?" Romina raised an eyebrow at him.

"That's not the point - what's wrong with you? What, did the new haircut cut off the oxygen to your brain too?"

"What — no!" Romina scrunched her nose.

"You're not yourself, Oswell."

"That..." A strange smile appeared on Romina's face, "That is good to hear. Thanks." She patted Draco's arm and kept walking, leaving him very confused.

"Didn't I just—" Draco shook his head. This was making less sense by the minute. He looked over at Arden, both simultaneously deciding to put away their differences and focus on the true problem: Romina.

They hurried after Romina and bickered along the way.

"Well don't look at me," the blonde began, huffing at Arden, "You're the one who lives next her, don't you? Fix her."

"Me?" Arden pointed at herself incredulously. "You're the expert pureblood wizard—like Romina —so you should know if this is some sort of high class witch problem."

"How do I know it's not muggle related? That's your business!"

"It's not! She's been like this all fucking summer—"

"Then it is muggle-related so it's your—"

"Would you two knock it off?" snapped Romina, finally showing some true emotions on her face when she turned around to them. "I'm not a project to fix between you two. Arden, for the love of God, I'm fine. I've been telling you this all summer. And Draco, honestly, what's it to you? You only care because I'm your potions partner now and you don't want me to spill anything on you again which" — she pointed at him — "I have already apologized for. Be honest, you don't care. Just leave me alone."

Draco once more exchanged glances with Arden, a bit offended this is what he got for actually giving a damn. Arden shrugged at him. "I don't know either," she said honestly and went after Romina.

Hagrid was ushering everyone around a clearing, making sure they stayed behind a specific line.

"Gather 'round. Find yerself a spot. That's it. Now, firs' thing yeh'll want ter do is open yer books—"

"And exactly how do we do that?" Draco practically demanded once they'd gotten nearer. He still had doubts about the assigned book, and truthfully so did everyone else.

It was then that Hagrid noticed none of the students actually had their books opened. He became a little disappointed. "Crikey. Didn' yeh know? All yeh've got ter do is stroke 'em. Look..." he reached for Hermione's copy of the book. He snapped the spellotape Hermione had put around it and, just as the book opened itself up and snapped its meaty teeth at him, Hagrid stroked the book's spine. Just like that the book calmed and it opened.

Awed, the students quickly tried to do the same with their copies while Hagrid went into the trees to retrieve the creatures for their lesson. Neville was having trouble with his book - not surprising anyone though - and went tumbling down the ground with the book shredding up his robes.

"You're supposed to stroke it, Neville," Romina sighed and went back to help the boy before his ear was bitten off by the monster book.

Neville wasn't the only one struggling. There were plenty of other students fighting their books to stay alive.

"God, this place is going to the dogs. Wait until my father hears Dumbledore's got this oaf teaching classes," Draco purposely commented to Crabbe and Goyle, instantly earning Harry's attention.

Harry turned towards him, already glaring. "Listen, you stupid prat..."

"Harry," Hermione quietly hissed at him to back down. The last thing they needed was for an argument to break out.

Unfortunately, Harry's response brought on the taunts from Draco and a few other of Slytherins.

"Seriously?" Angel cast a look over at Blaise and Theodore who were part of the taunters.

Romina had returned with a shaken Neville at her side and looked at the stand-off. "Oh God," she rolled her eyes. "Would you two—"

Draco had dumped his things into Crabbe's arms, startling the latter in the process as he scrambled to take everything into his arms. Draco then walked up to Harry who had taken the same steps as well.

"They're not going to fight, are they?" Romina heard Daphne's squeakish question behind her.

"Not if they know what's good for them," Romina said, though she did watch the two idiots like a hawk.

It seemed like Draco was going to say something but caught sight of something behind Harry. For a moment, Harry was confused as Draco jumped and stumbled a few steps back.

"Dementor! Dementor!" Draco pointed wildly behind Harry.

Harry jumped in his spot and turned around to where the Dementor would be, nearly falling back. Of course, there was nothing, but now he had a group of Slytherins laughing at him for it. It didn't stop until Draco and a couple more Slytherins pulled their robe hoods over their heads, making ghost-like sounds at Harry. The boy seethed with anger. Hermione grabbed Harry and pulled him away before something worse happened.

"You guys are that bored!? Seriously?" Romina yelled at the group and had half a mind to rip their hoods off to smack them each.

"Well, least that got you out of your stupid trance," Draco said as he fixed himself up after his joke.

"You're stupid," frowned Romina.

"Woah, what a great comeback. Got anymore back there?"

Romina balled her fists on either side of her. "Shut the—"

"Romina, save your breath," Arden came around her best friend's side. "C'mon, Hagrid's coming back."

Hagrid had indeed returned but not alone. He came with a strange beast with hind legs and tail like a horse but its front legs, wings and its head resembled that of an eagle. Most of the students were a bit scared while Hagrid got the creature in.

"Beau'iful, isn' he?" Hagrid called to the class.

"Scary," Daphne's voice was the only response he got.

"Not scary at all, Miss Greengrass," Hagrid assured. "But Hippogriffs are very proud creatures. Easily offended, they are. Don't never insult one, 'cause it migh' be the las' thing yeh do. Right then - who wants ter come an' say hello?"

Everyone looked around with wide eyes, no one daring to raise their hands. Each of them took a step back - well, Pansy Parkinson took two steps back to which Arden snickered at - and left Harry right in front.

Hagrid turned around and took that as his volunteering. "Good man, Harry!" Harry suddenly noticed he was the only one standing up front and shot Ron and Hermione betrayed glances. With no choice, he approached Hagrid and hoped for the best.

"This here's Buckbeak, Harry," Hagrid introduced the creature. "Yeh want ter let 'im make the firs' move. It's polite, see? Jus' take step forward, give 'im a bow, and if Buckbeak bows back, yeh're allowed ter touch him. Ready?"

No, Harry thought, but he nodded anyway. He took in a small breath and did as Hagrid had instructed: he bowed. From his eyelashes, Harry could see Buckbeak cocking his head and intently studying him. For a moment, it appeared like Harry was failing the task…

"Back off, Harry!" Hagrid urgently instructed. "Back off!"

Just as Harry stepped back, Buckbeak ducked his beak. Hagrid was quick to congratulate Harry on his task, looking pretty relieved himself. "Well done, Harry! Go on. Give 'im a pat."

Although Harry was still a bit nervous, he figured nothing else would happen now. He cautiously gave Buckbeak a gentle pat on his beak and smile when the rest of the class clapped for him.

"Look at that! I reckon he migh'let yeh ride 'im!"

Harry's smile vanished and was replaced with a heavy alarm. "What!?"

Hagrid didn't seem to notice it as he moved around. "We'll jus' set yeh behind the wing joint. Mind yeh don' pull any feathers out. He won' like that."

"Wait, wait, wait, wait—" Harry began but Hagrid had easily picked him up and dropped him over Buckbeak's back. With a slap, Buckbeak took off with Harry on his back.

The rest of the students rushed closer to the paddock's gate in hopes of seeing the creature flying above them.

"I want a go next!" Arden laughed ridiculously loud, super excited at the prospect of getting a turn. Romina's lips twitched but a full smile never happened.

When Harry returned, he was exhilarated from the ride.

"Oooh, that looks like fun, doesn't it?" Arden fervently clapped and nudged Romina to say something about it. "C'mon, you know you want to smile. Hmm…? Just a little bit?"

"Yeah, alright…" Romina gave a light shrug of her shoulders, "...Harry can do that."

From behind them, Draco rolled his eyes. He moved around them and pushed past any other students in his way. "Give me a go at that thing. If Potter can do it, it must be easy!" Ignoring Hagrid's and Harry's looks, he skipped the bowing ordeal and went to touch Buckbeak. "You're not dangerous at all, are you, you great ugly brute—"

"Malfoy! No!" Hagrid was too late to stop it. Buckbeak made a growling noise and slashed his talons down on the blonde who screamed on the spot. He was knocked on his back on the ground.

Harry ran forwards when Buckbeak was about to strike again and managed to get the creature to stop midway.

"It's killed me! It's killed me!" Draco cried from the ground, clutching his arm.

"Calm yerself! Yer fine... jus' a scratch…" Hagrid rushed to the boy.

"Hagrid!" Hermione called, "He's got to be taken to a hospital. I'll go with you, if you like—"

It was clear Hagrid was just as lost as they were but he wouldn't let anyone do his job for him. "No. I'm the teacher. You all...you all just...class dismissed!" he effortlessly picked up Draco and carried him off towards the castle.

Arden and Pansy watched with mixtures of emotions as Hagrid left, but the two (as well as the rest of the class) had to follow. Arden groaned and shook her head. "Way to go, Draco, ruining my chance at riding Buckbeak! I fucking hate him — Draco, not the Buckbeak."

Pansy looked at her indignantly. "Are you insane? That beast just hurt him!"

Arden rolled her eyes. "Relax, he just got a cut. Pomfrey can fix that in a snap," she snapped her fingers for show.

"He could get infected!"

Arden snorted, making Pansy grow angrier by the second.

"Girls, there's really no need to argue about this," Daphne said as she came up beside them.

"Ha!" Arden laughed. "The day I fight over Draco Malfoy with Pansy is the day you can bury me 6ft under."

Pansy's face was reddening. "Arden, you are so—"

"Pansy, watch it," Daphne said warningly.

Arden didn't seem to care whatever insult Pansy was going to hurl at her. "You're being ridiculous. He'll be fine. Romina, tell her she's being ridiculous."

"That seems hard for her right now," Blaise's drawl drew the girls' attention behind them. He, Angel and Theodore were walking beside Romina, each of them glancing at her with the same bemusement.

Romina had both her hands pressed to her nose, covering her mouth. They could hear soft, muffled chuckles.

Pansy looked even more offended. "Are you laughing, Romina?"

"Oh my God, she is," Arden laughed herself. "Well, at least Draco managed to do something right today! Somebody should give him a gold star. Do you guys do that here?"

Blaise and Theodore looked at her, confused but amused at the same time. Pansy growled at them.

"He really shouldn't have done that," Angel sighed. "I'm sure Hagrid will get into trouble now."

"Maybe he shouldn't have started with a huge creature like that," Theodore shrugged.

"That, and Malfoy should've watched his fucking mouth but that'll never happen," Blaise said and snickered with Theodore. "It's actually kind of — Oswell, is it really that funny to you?"

Romina was still trying to suppress her giggles behind her hands. "It's just — why is Draco so dramatic? At best, he got a few scratches."

"There was blood!" Pansy exclaimed. "How are you laughing?"

"I'm not — honest, I'm not laughing at him but...well...he shouldn't have done it!" Romina said, trying to be stern but every now and then, her lips would twitch with a smile.

"Lay off, Pansy" Arden snapped. "If she wants to laugh, let her laugh! She hasn't laughed in weeks! I might give Draco the gold star myself for this!"

Pansy refused to hear any more and raced back to the castle, no doubt heading to the hospital wing.

"I shouldn't be doing this…" Romina tried taking in a deep breath to calm herself down. It was actually very rude of herself to be laughing at someone who got hurt.

"Doing what? Laughing?" Arden snorted again. "Why not? You gotta admit it was funny. Draco was asking for it."

"I don't think he was asking to be injured…" Romina lowered her head as her lips began to stretch into another smile, "...but it was a little funny. Oh god, I'm terrible."

"I might like you a little bit more," Blaise remarked.

"That settles it," Romina said immediately, flinging a finger at Blaise. "We need to apologize."

"What?" frowned Arden as Romina's eyes landed on her. "What is this 'we' nonsense?"

"Daphne didn't laugh," Romina said, pointing a thumb at Daphne who was very serious about the matter.

"I'm not doing it!" Arden said, but it wasn't the end of the conversation.

All the way to the castle, Romina insisted that they should at least go see Draco and make sure he was okay. Angel, Blaise and Theodore seemed to agree with her albeit not for the reasons she wanted to visit. She still had the idea she needed to apologize. The boys got a head start and headed up to the hospital wing.

"I am not going," Arden said loudly and put her hands on her hips, attracting the attention of Harry, Hermione and Ron. The trio were coming in behind their group.

"What's going on?" Hermione asked them curiously. Arden seemed to be the most upset between her, Romina and Daphne.

"Romina, here," Arden gestured to the girl, "laughed at Draco and now she wants to go and apologize to him."

"Are you serious?" Ron flatly asked Romina. "Malfoy deserved it! He was just trying to up Harry and failed."

"I still shouldn't have laughed," Romina persisted.

"It wasn't very nice," Daphne ultimately agreed.

"I agree with you," Hermione said, earning crazed looks from Ron and Harry. "But I don't think you need to apologize, Romina. He was too busy screaming his head off. I'm sure he's wailing upstairs."

"Well I would be too if some creature cut my arm," Romina shrugged.

"Rom…" Harry tilted his head, absolutely horrified with her perspective. "He does not deserve your care, much less your guilt."

"I'm going," Romina grabbed Arden's arm, "And so are you. Daph?"

"Yup!" The blonde girl nodded cheerfully.

"I don't want to go!" Arden complained even as she was dragged off between Romina and Daphne. "He called me names during Divination! I hate him! If anything, Buckbeak should've bitten him or something!"

The three Gryffindors watched the girls head up the stairs.

"I always did like Arden," Ron said after a moment, getting an agreeing hum from Harry. "She just gets me."

Harry laughed.

Hermione rolled her eyes at both of them and left them.

~ 0 ~

Romina was amazed at how long Arden could complain about a one single person. She forgot about that natural skill during her time locked up in her room. It didn't help that when they came into the hospital wing, Pansy was still there. Granted, so were Angel, Blaise and Theodore.

Arden sucked in a deep breath, making a motion that she was going to calm down. "You owe me big time for this," she warned Romina as they walked in.

"C'mon," Romina grabbed Arden once more by the arm in case she ended up running off.

"Oh, now you come," Pansy snapped at both of them. "Do you know she was laughing at you, Draco? Romina? She was. A lot."

"I'm sorry," Romina moved over to the blonde who was now shooting her sharpened looks. He seemed to be resting pretty comfortably on his bed to be that seriously injured.

"So my dangerous injury was a source of amusement to you, Oswell?" He scowled.

"Hardly an injury," Arden muttered. Romina elbowed her on the side. "What?" Arden shot her a look.

"Shut it, King," went both Draco and Pansy.

"Why are you even here?" Pansy asked them.

"I'm here because Romina dragged me here," Arden didn't hesitate to say, "Think I'd like to see your face more than I have to? And Daphne's just too kind to you guys."

"And you, Oswell, why are you here?" Draco curiously, yet discreetly casual, asked. He didn't like knowing she'd basically been laughing at him but if she was here, then it meant she did want to see him...right?

Romina eyed his injured arm and shrugged. "I just wanted to apologize for laughing, and to see how you were doing."

Half satisfied, Draco began to complain about his arm. "It's that stupid beast's fault - no, hold on, it was that 'professor' Dumbledore geniuously thought would suffice."

"C'mon, you and I both know Buckbeak only acted out because of what you said," Romina gave him a look. "Hagrid clearly told us what not to do around a Hippogriff."

"I mean, who can really understand him—"

"Draco," Romina deadpanned him.

"What? It's true!"

Romina shook her head. "Why'd you even go up to it anyways? Arden was hellbent on going next and you don't exactly strike me as someone who would've liked to take a ride on that thing."

"Trust me, he isn't," Blaise said all too smugly.

"Shut the fuck up, Zabini," Draco promptly said.

"Why'd you do it?" Romina insisted to know.

Draco opened his mouth to respond but quickly shut it when he realized the answer was directly related to her. As if he would ever say it.

Romina took his silence and mad her own presumptions. "See? Even you don't know! I bet you don't know why you do half the things you do! You got lucky that Buckbeak didn't actually hurt you that much—"

"Excuse you?" Draco frowned. "That thing nearly killed me!"

"Draco, it scratched you at best. And I'm sure that under that sling you're wearing, the gash is on its way to fading."

"Oh, sure, act like that then!"

"Act like what?"

"I bet if it had been Potter instead, or any one of his other little friends, you would've been worried sick about them!"

Romina was startled with the accusation. "I wouldn't — you're not even that hurt! By tonight, you won't even have to wear that stupid sling anymore!"

"Quit being so insensitive," snapped Pansy.

"How can I be insensitive to an injury we can't even see!?" Romina practically shouted, instigating Madame Pomfrey to shush her from the desk.

"Nice to see where your loyalties are, Oswell. Feel free to close the door on your way out," Draco spat and purposely scooted closer to Pansy's side.

Romina's mouth hung open with surprise. "What?"

"Get out," Draco ordered her with the coldest eyes Romina had ever seen. She certainly had never seen them against her.

She blinked a few times, still unable to believe what was going on. She looked around at their friends, feeling quite embarrassed as they looked between her and Draco. She definitely had not planned on arguing and much less to the point where Draco felt like the only solution was to kick her out. Even then, Draco's hard expression had not lifted. He meant every word and intended for her to leave. So she did.

Without saying a word, Romina turned and walked towards the door. She heard Arden say a couple of curse words then felt her rushing after her.

~0~

Transfiguration was set just before lunch. The class was wild with what happened in Care of Magical Creatures, but others were a bit more tuned into what happened in Divination. It only occurred to Romina that something was wrong when Harry chose to sit at the back of the class. She dropped in her usual seat beside Hermione and noticed several students giving Harry weird looks.

"Did I miss something?" she asked curiously.

"Lots," Harry corrected. "You've been out of it, Rom—"

Romina raised a hand and stopped him. "Yeah, I've got it. So what's everyone looking at you for? Is it for Buckbeak?"

"Haven't you heard?" Ron said, dead serious. "Earlier, Divination class was a—"

But at that moment, McGonagall had started the class. Everyone shifted in their seats to face her at the head. Still, being a little more alert now, Romina caught several people in the class looking away from McGonagall to stare at Harry. Was the previous year about to repeat itself again?

"Really, what has got into you all today?" McGonagall stopped her class when she had enough of the shifting looks. "Not that it matters, but that's the first time my transformation's not got applause from a class."

Her answer came in the form of everyone staring at Harry. The boy wished he had his cloak now to disappear. Finally, next to Romina, Hermione raised her hand and spoke.

"Please, Professor, we've had our first Divination class this morning, and we were reading the tea leaves, and—"

"Ah, of course," McGonagall cut Hermione off, looking already done with the situation despite not hearing the entire story. It appeared like she knew the ending. "There is no need to say any more, Miss Granger. Tell me, which of you will be dying this year?"

There was a dead silence in the room until Harry spoke up.

"Me."

Romina whirled around in her seat, flabbergasted. She got confirming nods from Ron and Hermione.

"I see," McGonagall looked at Harry with the least bit of concern. "Then you should know, Potter, that Sybill Trelawney has predicted the death of one student a year since she arrived at this school. None of them has died yet. Seeing death omens is her favorite way of greeting a new class. If it were not for the fact that I never speak ill of my colleagues —" McGonagall took a moment to pause, probably to calm herself some students murmured, "Divination is one of the most imprecise branches of magic. I shall not conceal from you that I have very little patience with it. True Seers are very rare, and Professor Trelawney…" but she stopped once more, probably about 'not' speaking well of the subject. They started over again with what she considered the most important thing. "You look in excellent health to me, Potter, so you will excuse me if I don't let you off homework today. I assure you that if you die, you need not hand it in."

There was a scurry of laughter, one that even Romina couldn't hold back. After class, she still had questions regarding the famous divination class.

"Is that seriously a class, though? Like...properly certified and stuff?"

Hermione huffed her doubt. "Apparently. But I just voice my disagreement—" Ron cut in warning her not to start again with her threat to drop the class.

Romina figured they were like Arden and Pansy, only less aggressive...and with no actual hate. "Well, I mean it all comes down to one thing doesn't it?" Romina asked, meaning to cut off that argument.

"What?" the three Gryffindors waited for her to answer.

"I mean, Harry, have you seen a great, black dog anywhere lately?" Romina managed to joke, only to get a very serious answer instead.

"Yeah, I have. I saw one the night I left the Dursleys'."

Ron helped and nearly fell forwards if Hermione hadn't grabbed him by the robes. "Oh calm down, it was probably a stray," Hermione dismissed the matter.

"Wait - you left the Dursleys?" Romina blinked. "When did you do that?"

"Hermione, if Harry's seen a Grim, that's — that's bad. My — my uncle Bilius saw one and — and he died twenty-four hours later!" Ron continued battling with Hermione.

"During the last bit of summer," Harry nonetheless answered Romina, and calmly too.

Romina understood perfectly why she'd missed it. "Oh. And...where did you go?"

Harry didn't bother throwing her an accusation of not offering her place seeing as she was battling something herself. "I ended up at the Leaky Cauldron. That's where Mr. Weasley told me about Sirius Black."

Once again, Romina went pale. "Y-yes."

Noticing it, Harry jumped in to say what he hadn't been able to earlier. "Rom, look, I know it's tough when it comes to talking about your parents—"

"They're not my parents," Romina sharply corrected. "I don't know them and I don't want to know them. Look, Harry, can we not talk about that stuff? I actually feel terrible apart from all of this."

"Why?" Harry tilted his head at her.

Romina didn't know if she should even bother telling him nor Ron and Hermione what happened with Draco in the hospital wing. But of course, Harry had already asked and he wasn't going to let her go. So, she told them and as expected, both Harry and Ron made it clear that she should not feel an ounce of guilt towards Draco. Romina didn't bother trying to explain herself, and she wasn't going to until something strange happened.

"You're both so insensitive," Hermione's reprimand startled Harry and Ron. Their head snapped in her direction, as did Romina's eyes. Hermione's face grew pinker and pinker within seconds. "Well, I only meant — it had to have felt terrible getting kicked out in front of your friends like that."

Harry scoffed. "Romina's not friends with Malfoy."

"How do you know?" Hermione challenged him. Of course that only led to all three Gryffindors turning to Romina for her answer.

Romina regretted telling them anything right now. "It's...well...it's complicated."

"It shouldn't be," Ron said curtly. "He's a prat. Git. Take your pick."

Romina sighed. "You know what? I'd rather not. I don't plan on arguing with anyone else today. I got a lot on my mind as it is. I'll see you guys later." She walked around them and had all the intentions of going back to her room to do some homework and, who knows, make sure she looked as different as possible.

#ocappreciation #fd: harry potter #draco malfoy #draco malfoy fics #draco malfoy imagines #draco malfoy x oc #harry potter fics #harry potter imagines #hp #hp fics #hp imagines #oc: Romina Oswell #fic: Legacies

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wench-and-jezebel · 1 year

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Dark Angel Reaction: Female Trouble

Jezebel (@typicalopposite) reacts [with occasional asides by Wench (@scripted-downfall)]

(tw for discussions of canon suicidal thoughts)

[Oh god the title tho] 🤣🤣🤣🤣 [I think this is Big Drama ep btw. And, if so, I *think* that I really HATED Max in this one. She's so selfish/oblivious if so] Well here we go

Already don’t like her (half-kidding) [She has called him 'His Holiness" and "the messiah" in the space of two seconds]

She stands like a doll. Like, really stiff

See this guy doesn’t seem like it a therapist [I think they forgot what his initial role was alkdsfj] 🤣🤣🤣 One of the writers is a me… “Why is he here again??” “I dunno just write him lines”

Place is dirtyyyy. I would not be getting naked in there! Buddy, you’re gonna get sepsis. [You sound like Dean] 🤣🤣🤣 Dean be making sense

[She's annoyingly biased. Isn't she supposed to have a good bedside manner?]

😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨 that’s a buncha money

Poor Logan… Poor buddy is as unlucky as Ackles in just having bad luck just with health for him [Should I be concerned for Tony?]

… ooooohahhhhhh (opening song)

[Poor OC dealing with Max's BS] Right!?!

*she says with heavy attitude*

Buddy 💔💔💔

She plays bitchy too easy… must just come natural (cough cough I’ve heard bad things about Alba) [This is true! Though I must say... she gets better in other roles. "Sin City" and "The Eye"? I can't remember her being as bad] Ack, The Eye! She wasn’t bad in Fantastic Four either

[I love how she acts like his whole life is her, though. Like. Hmm, he's not answering the phone. HOW DARE HE GHOST ME.]

I mean… In Sketchy’s defense… ☠️☠️☠️ she opened the door with no bra!

I have never walked with a cane…. And apparently neither has Weatherly! ☠️☠️☠️ Buddy’s not a bad actor, but his body acting is a bit off! ☠️ been meaning to mention it since he started walking again [That does seem to be true] His arm is the one struggling more than his legs ☠️☠️☠️

I wouldn’t like needles that size either… Ack

Ooopp and she done stuck the mammoth needle in the struggle arm

[The sign that says "Hell" behind her tho] ☠️☠️☠️☠️ If I couldn’t find coffee or packaged chicken, I’d think it would hell too

Wtf did they cut with that big ass knife

[Oh, lovely: Max stalking her boyfriend. This is great. Very healthy] I could have overlooked her coming to see what he was doing… but the attitude is killing me.

What condition…? I mean, I get he’s walking, but buddy was paralyzed like… two days ago. That condition is still there

[Doctor's an idiot if she hasn't figured out that Max is Manticore yet]

Bum bum bummmmmm! He knows

[Flowers for Algernon-coded.]

She says things that should sound caring… so uncaringly

[Awkward-ass acting, just saying. Looks like she’s getting her wish about "I want his ass to stay crippled so he needs me"] Very true. Also that. Was… *sigh*. Her throwing the jacket at him. I’d lose it.

[Neuropsych = PsyOps btw] That’s what I thought!

This scene is still too deep to comment on ☠️ It’s like. Oddly deep [We’ll talk at midpoin- Oh, wait, that’s now… pause] Okay

– – –

Jezebel: But, no, usually deep or sad or serious scenes can be mocked to an extent, and that one I had nothing. 🤣 And I didn’t want to just repeatedly type ooooof

Wench: Yeah, I follow... There wasn't much content there, though, so it makes sense

Jezebel: This episode feels short!? Like it does not feel like midpoint already… But, I mean, literally two things have happened, minus the intro of another sibling who just scurried off again ☠️☠️ hopefully she comes back just so it doesn’t feel as pointless as the last sibling

Wench: The last sibling definitely comes back, btw. Well, at least, if I remember her right Her name was Tinga, right? (Last sibling)

Jezebel: Yeah

Wench: Then, yeah, she becomes important at the end of this season

Jezebel: Ok good! What about the one in this ep?

Wench: Uh... not fully certain... I don't really remember her to the same degree. For what it’s worth, though, I think this episode is gonna pick up in terms of stuff going on... at least if I'm right about where this episode is heading. But, regardless, this is definitely the one I mentioned as being the *real* start of my Max dislike. Like, she'd aggravated me before, but this is the first time I *really* hated her

Jezebel: Yeah her attitude is so amplified

Wench: Also, there's some serious Logan development starting in this episode, so it's pretty significant that this is her reaction to an episode about him going through seriously hard times. And he's definitely got issues but a) they haven't developed those yet, and mostly won't until s2, largely because I'm pretty sure they were developed in response to Weatherly's actions during the filming of s2 and less about his actions during the filming of s1; and b) it's funny to me because his flaws in s2 are basicallyyyy what she's doing in this ep

Jezebel: ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️ Oof!

Wench: Yup…

Jezebel: Other than that! I think that’s all I have for a midpoint there just isn’t too much else to comment on

– – –

[Sister be back as requested] Sister be murderous [Well, yes, but that's not surprising… She’s related to Max] Oh, look, sis, I can flip too

Oh SNAP

The doctor has the patience OF A SAINT

["X5 males are routinely dosed with birth-control meds" Well, that's changed by s2, that's for damn sure]

Ooooof Jace… You done done the devil’s tango

[Oh, Max, you'd be right if you weren't so wrong (*stares at s2e1*)]

MaaM. She’s like 2 seconds pregnant ☠️ she’s not too attached I don’t think using the baby as persuasion works just yet

[Thus are you seeing the power of PsyOps btw]

Shit that doesn’t belong in your body tends to do that

Max just in the background scowling

[Max has no clue about biology, I see laksjdf "Baby moving?" Bitch, baby's a kidney bean rn] ☠️☠️☠️

Oooof he’s getting fired

[Oh, that's interesting... "You’re happy out here? In a world that’s dirty…diseased…corrupt?" Alec-coded. Who is, in turn, Dean-coded] ☠️☠️☠️☠️

– – –

*pause for a conversation*

Jezebel: I think I know why I can’t comment easy… Because the episode has a less humorous plot line. (It’s kinda deep) And I can’t crack jokes at it… I’m getting invested and just watching ☠️☠️☠️

Wench: That’s fair!

Jezebel: What did you want to say?

Wench: I just… this is such an important conversation to bear in mind for s2. Like, this is verging on spoiler-y, but we've already talked about this some, so… Max: “Because what they don’t tell you is that you’re more than just a soldier. You’re a human being, with free will.” Jace: “Easy for you to say. You’re not in restraints.” Max is paying attention because she views Jace as a sister, but this is exactly what happens with Alec.

Jezebel: Alec isn’t an X5 right?

Wench: Nah, he is. He's X5-494

Jezebel: So she didn’t know Ben was a twin

Wench: Right

Jezebel: Ahhh!

Wench: And she's sitting there with her moralistic view --- "you're a person not a soldier; how can you possibly go to Manticore when they're manipulating and controlling you; you're such a pawn and need to learn to think for yourself; Manticore is wrong" etc --- and he's coming back with "it's easy for you to say that, but you left, you don't know what it was like, and you don't know what it's like to not have the luxury of morals when we're just trying to get by." She's paying more attention here, but that's only because Jace is an X5 from her unit; she doesn't afford the same consideration in s2.

Jezebel: Ohhh ☹️☹️☹️ oooof

Wench: And it's also interesting because both Jace and Alec are talking about the dirtiness of the world, the crudity of it as opposed to Manticore's sterility... and it's kinda interesting to see that it's clearly part of their programming to think that way because this is across seasons, across units, and yet it's the same thought, and almost the same wording. He says "You spent half your life out there in filth and degradation. I could catch something." instead, but it's the same thought as the quote I pulled out earlier

Jezebel: Yeah I see it 👀👀👀

Wench: Anyway, that's just something interesting I noticed that wouldn't be especially spoiler-esque because... well. I already spoiled it alksdjf

Jezebel: 🤣🤣🤣 Fairrr

Wench: The parallels are interesting, and they'll probably end up brewing in my head... Don't be surprised if I keep mentioning stuff

Jezebel: I don’t mind 🙂 Oh, also, there was something I wanted to ask about the show… Did the Pulse happen after the escape or before?

Wench: After

Jezebel: And what was it?

Wench: Do you know what an EMP is?

Jezebel: I was about to say what Dean made himself…. But that’s… EVP right?

Wench: He technically made an electromagnet too, but I think you mean EMF

Jezebel: ☠️

Wench: An EMP is an electromagnetic pulse, and it basically takes out electronics/tech. The Pulse was a large scale electromagnetic pulse, which took out all of the infrastructure/electronics/technology

Jezebel: Sooo what they should was gonna happen in 2000?

Wench: This show was made in 2000, so idk what you're talking about but it would make sense if so

Jezebel: ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️ That- 🤣🤣🤣 OMG THAT MAKES SO MUCH FUCKING SENSE NOWWWWW (To sum up… There was an end of the world fear that when we hit the year 2000 this would happen. All technology would stop working and basically apocalypse. It was like really scary. Like 2012 apocalypse level fear.)

Wench: Oh, damn… Then yes!

Jezebel: That is fucking hilarious tho… The show makes so much sense now! And now I’m ready 🙂

– – –

Lintlickerrrrr *squinting emoji* [btw, Nitro emojis don’t work on Tumblr alskfj] *squint* ☠️👀🤣

“It’s nothing personal” ☠️☠️☠️☠️

[Oop- innuendo]

DOUBLE CROSS… LE GASP

[“Maternal instinct.” Y'ALL. It's. A KIDNEY BEAN] ☠️☠️☠️☠️ ["I know what she's going through. I trust her." Bitch, you don't know shit; you've never been a pregnant, post-brainwashing X5 who broke out to rejoin her previously-escaped sibling] ☠️☠️☠️☠️

Poor Jace

Tf ☠️☠️☠️

Oooop double crossed double cross

Welp, there goes Logan’s legs [Guess Max got her wish]

[JAM PONY!] More bike tricks [Sketch got better at the bike thing!!!]

☠️☠️☠️☠️

[I told you he was lying about the bip-bip-bip-ing] ☠️☠️☠️☠️

Double cross x3 [We've got a count developing]

Omg, the second half just went hard af [I told you it would :)]

QUAD CROSSSSSS OMG THE CRISSS CROSSS APPLESAUCE

[Btw, the card they are playing? Is absolutely the "the kidney bean convinced her" card] Ahh the maternal instinct… “My baby spoke to me *angels singing*” [No, you're forgetting… "My baby revolved in my eye and I knew I couldn't let them die"] ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️

The little hint of a smile tho… Lintlicker you dog

[I swear, these past two or so episodes have had Jam Pony scenes only consist of transition scenes, which makes me sad :(] I KNOW 💔💔💔

Mexico and Canada gonna be protected af

[Max is being. So. Oblivious. just btw] “This is gonna be ok… you need me again.. I’ll take care of you… The way it should be” [I swear I saw a Criminal Minds with this plot… The one with the inspirational speaker chick who kidnaps and tortures anyone who actually becomes self-sufficient enough to not need her help]

[Also… Did I mention Max was oblivious? How did it take until now for her to register the whole. You know. Suicidal bit.] ☹️☹️☹️☹️ Ooooof

[I'm gonna put a trigger warning for this one btw. idk how in depth we'll go, but just in case] Definitely

Poor buddy

[Now she's worried about him]

He scrunched up her hair and I thought he was about to yank her off

[At least *one* of the unit siblings got a decent spotlight]

“I hope Logan will be ok. Actually, I know Logan will be ok” [CIRCLES]

[Also, her explanation of "I know Logan will be ok" being because "I'm in his corner"... bitch, wot. You didn't pay your boyfriend enough attention to catch that he was suicidal] “I’m in his corner… Sometimes… When I’m not busy”

*sigh* But like at least Jace got away

– – –

Wench: So now you see what I mean by Big Drama

Jezebel: Yes. Very big. Much drama. That was heavy. Does it get talked about more? Or is he over it next episode (kinda hope that’s not the case, that’s not how depression works ☠️)

Wench: The suicidal bit? I don't think so. Could be wrong, but I don't remember it being addressed again.

Jezebel: Oooof... Not that I’d want him to be suicidal in more eps but like... yanno that’s a big thing to say he is and then just never touch on it again yanno.

Wench: Yeah...

Jezebel: Anyway... The criss-crossing this ep was giving me whiplash

Wench: Yup, agreed

Jezebel: Also I can’t help but think Lydecker almost looked happy they got away

Wench: *whistles*

Jezebel: 🤣🤣🤣 But other than that! I don’t have much else to say ☠️

Wench: Yeah, there's not much to comment on… Most of this was character development.

Jezebel: And now they have the new level of Manticore: Babicore

Wench: alsdkfj Oh you ain't seen nothin' yet... Babicore doesn't come in until s2

Jezebel: ☠️☠️☠️☠️

Wench: Still hate Max tho.

Jezebel: I can see why y’all do for sureeeee

Wench: It gets worse! Because later, she's directing it towards Alec, (who's basically Dean, for context). Like, you've seen enough to know that Jackles doesn't act them the same, but they're so close that it's kinda bonkers that they're so clearly different characters.

Jezebel: I can’t wait!!! Well I can for the bitchiness but not the ackleesss 💕💕💕

Wench: Well, 'til next ep then!

#dark angel #dark angel reactions #reactions #episode reactions #s01e14 #female trouble #max guevara #logan cale #jezebel (pr)

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scruffyssketchbook · 9 months

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Hm… I guess what you said about Icedrop being delt a bad hand is really fair. So how about we try somethin’ different? Let’s say that each of the brotherhoods all got the same amount of stuff. None of them are actively drowning, but they also aren’t on a luxury cruise ship. Instead, GP and ID both join LF on the life raft (metaphorically speaking). If all three of them did have the same amount of resources to work with, which brotherhood would become the most stable? Would ID get better results?

If all of them had the exact same resources, it’s genuinely hard to imagine which would be doing the best, because the reason why all of these issues started in the first place is because of the amount of resources each of them get. So let’s look at the leaders of each brotherhood when it started.

Both Blizz and Dusk took great care of their group of eevees at the start. Blizz was seen as one of them, while Dusk always positioned himself as an older brother figure. Bolt always was preoccupied with the main boys so he was very absent in the development of his brotherhood in the beginning. (And even now tbh)

All 3 leaders had events that affected how they led their brotherhoods. In Dusk’s case, he started isolating himself and distancing himself from everyone (but he still made r the vees happy), in Blizz’s case he distanced himself from the eevees (but still worked very hard in the background to give the eevees things and help them), and in Bolt’s case he completely stopped leading for a long while, leaving the eevees to do things themselves. (Not like he did much to begin with tbh)

Honestly with this in mind, I feel like Lightfire would be in the worst shape. If all 3 leaders were given a leveled playing field, Dusk actually may flounder as well due to how controlling he can be, and how he throws tasks he doesn’t want to do towards Night. But Icedrop would be in much MUCH better shape. I don’t think there would be such a big bullying problem, and if this is the case, Vay would also care about the eevees at this current point in time.

I assume level playing field also means that each leader has the same level of education. If that’s the case then both Dusk and Blizz would be pretty leveled. Both can be very intelligent, the issue is really that Blizz hasn’t gotten much education.

Hmm. Also, there is something else that might affect things actually

Dusk plays favorites.

Even in his Brotherhood, he plays favorites. He gives more things to certain eevees than others. If they had less resources, I feel like this will be noticed more.

Meanwhile, Blizz would treat everyone relatively equally. You could say he give’s Eve special treatment, which he does, but that’s only really because she is the only eevee friend he has mixed with her being part of Icedrop. Like. If he hears that any of the Icedrop eevees need something or has an issue, he’ll immediately try to solve it. >…> his problem is that he doesn’t talk to the eevees. But he suggested the representative position to help with that, as the job of the rep is to help bring in the voice of the eevees to the leaders

And that suggestion is what really helped Lightfire honestly. Without Dean, Lightfire is down and out. But the thing is, by the time Dean officially comes into play, both Greenpaw and Icedrop would prolly be ahead of them.

But anyways, excuse my rambles lmao

Idk who’d be higher. I’d think Icedrop because of how Blizz was leading (he stepped down due to feeling like he was messing things up, but that was really due to the lack of resources they had to begin with) but Dusk is very diligent with Greenpaw, so it could be them too.

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sarah-dipitous · 11 months

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Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 163

Heartache/A Good Man Goes to War

“Heartache”

Plot Description: Sam and Dean investigate a string of unusual murders in which the victims were all recipients of organs from the same donor

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: well, hmm. I wouldn’t be out running alone late at night…..or at all. So, maybe??

I don’t know what it is but this feels like a much older episode

You’re allowed to produce shop, Dean. It’s good for you. Don’t get mad at Sam for wanting fresh, organic apples

This officer HATES Dean lol

I wanna be mad at Dean every time he makes remarks about Sam’s year off, but I’d be the same way

Oh thank god Sam was recording that guy’s babbling. Ah, damn.

How…did Sam just get access to that dude’s medical records??

How did I know they’d reverse the expectation for that next murder. Good for her

I can’t believe we’re back on the Sam wants out of the family business conversation AGAIN

I shouldn’t be…so…at her smearing blood on her face and taking a bite of a human heart

Do we know for sure that Eleanor is his mom though?? Oh. OH. OHHH. The football player drove off the road to end his deal with the Mayan maize god.

And she wasn’t his mom!!! Betsy from the letters IS Eleanor

I can’t tell if she…….DEAN. Anyway. Eleanor and Brick’s story is beautiful and sad and horrifying all at once

I would let her rip out my heart and eat it in front of me

It’s literally so weird that they forgot Sam was there, too. All three focused so much on Dean, and all Sam had to do was bash one of them over the head with a beer bottle?

Oh. Sam’s gonna try to leave again…

“A Good Man Goes to War”

Plot Description: it’s the battle of Demon’s Run, and River Song has something to tell the Doctor

The way Amy and Rory constantly get torn away from each other…

AND the way they keep trying to make us think Amy’s in love with the Doctor ALL THE FUCKING TIME

It’s exhausting

I’m sure these like…space station grunt workers will tie into the grander scheme at some point but I can’t bring myself to care about them…yet…?

Is this the Silurian woman who becomes a…not companion, but frequent ally of the Doctor? (The way my brain went through V names and tried to convince me her name was Vriska as if I’ve even read homestuck) it IS her because that’s Jenny. Jenny, right?? Yes.

Oh to be fighting with laser guns but dressed like you’re in Pride and Prejudice. That’s such a good way to stage a scene

Why DO they even attempt to keep River locked up? Or is it mostly self-imposed out of some sense of penance

Knowing what we eventually find out about River and hearing her tell Rory that it’s her birthday 😭

Ohhhh…the space station grunts are the underlings to the people who kidnapped Amy.

They really made the headless monks Sith Nazgûl huh?

I do like the interspecies lesbians

It’s interesting to think about this episode in contrast to The Pandorica Opens (if that was the first of the Pandorica episodes). We have a lot of the same elements, but now the Doctor has gathered a group of different alien species to do the attacking. It’s kind of no wonder the one grunt talks of him as a dark legend

The pirate crew??????? Hell yeah!

One, the Colonel Run Away speech is powerful but two, you being angry isn’t new, Doc. You can pretend you’re a silly little muppet man all you want but….no

Oh I like that bit of dialogue too “the anger of a good man is not a problem. good men have too many rules” “good men don’t need rules. Today is not the day to find out why I have so many”

Noooooo, after that really touching reunion I’D FORGOTTEN THAT THEY REPLACED MELODY TOO. THAT’S NOT THEIR REAL BABY

I can’t believe he’s putting a time limit on Amy and the Doctor hugging…..

That would be so unbelievably traumatizing. If your newborn child liquified in your arms.

No matter what it is that River says here, no matter how right she is, part of the reason she couldn’t come here til now was because she shouldn’t cross her own time stream

#hellsite nostalgia tour 2023

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mlobsters · 3 months

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supernatural s13e19 funeralia (w. steve yockey)

this angle makes her look tinier than usual, just put her in my pocket

CASTIEL We must assemble our most powerful allies to rescue our family and confront the Archangel Michael. Now, he's in an alternate universe so-- ROWENA Ah, the handsome angel is there, isn’t he? Hello tweety pie. CASTIEL Um, hello.

well that made me laugh, how awkward he got. also thanks for the plot quick reference, because with all the stuff included in the recap i get confused. too much stuff i don't care about makes brain go zzz

SAM Rowena, are you at a... party or something? ROWENA I am, but I’m surprised you recognise the sounds of a party, seeing as how you're all work and no play

literally. i know i know, but like we've spent so many hours with them lol and no fun!

CASTIEL You know, she’s right. You never go to parties.

LOL well we're on the same page

(this from the recap, i don't remember this at all!)

rowena setting someone on fire magically in full view of a crowd is a choice

CASTIEL Yes. Yeah. This would be something of a Hail Mary. DEAN Hmm. CASTIEL It’s a sports term, like slam dunk or, uh... ball handler. DEAN That’s, uh… Mnh-mnh. No, I don’t think it's a good idea.

ok, but ball handler is a sports term that you could use without it having any double entendre 😞 (obviously can too but) weird choice.

CASTIEL Well, Dean, we don’t have any good ideas. DEAN Okay, just... let’s just not barrel through with that like, uh, you know, like the Donatello thing. CASTIEL We had our disagreement, but we got results. DEAN That don’t make it okay. CASTIEL I hear your concerns, and yes, the angels loathe me, and there’s going to be dangers, but Heaven doesn’t want the world to end any more than we do.

appreciate the reminder that they had a disagreement and donatello's brain got zapped by cas because i definitely forgot.

SAM We don’t know what this is yet. Maybe she had a reason to-- DEAN Doesn’t matter what the reason is. That’s not okay! SAM Okay, I said if Rowena goes bad again I’d deal with it, so I’ll deal with it. DEAN You better. Cas, you wanna try this angel thing, then go for it. Just don’t get dead again.

i mean, in their world there could definitely be a good reason, just wouldn't necessarily expect rowena to have one. dean's being kind of an ass to everyone. though i suppose he did have that little tantrum at the end of the last episode so, ~continuity~

LOL was that a heavenly brownout? mid-series heavenly politics was a guaranteed blanking out on my part but like. i just haven't really cared about the main plot in so long it's all getting kind of blanked out unless it's sam and dean specific

DEAN Yeah, she’s a reaper. She tried to take me into the light. Didn’t work out. JESSICA It really didn’t. And honestly it’s been a little sad watching you go this long without telling Sam about me. SAM Hold on a second. What do you mean "watching?"

obviously the watching is the big creeper factor but also i guess was a little surprised we didn't get a reaction to the dean didn't tell sam something bit

JESSICA Well, after Dean’s little trip to the Veil, Death asked me to keep an eye on you two, in case. DEAN In case of what? JESSICA This, I guess. I don’t ask Death questions. Never goes well. SAM So what, you-- you’ve just been... hovering around us, invisible, like a-- like a baby sitter? JESSICA No, no more like a baby monitor.

or stalker

SAM And-- and you’ve seen, um... JESSICA Oh, everything. DEAN You mean, like, everything everything? JESSICA I’m especially fond of Sam’s impressive… extensive array of hair products. [looks at Dean] Not to mention, the three day old bacon cheeseburger in your room, or the VHS tape hidden under your bed labeled "Sweet Princess Asuka Meets the Tentacles of Ple--"

like teehee gonna allude to a sam has a big dick joke, and out dean's specific kinky porn preference (which didn't we just have this tentacle conversation) - where. i know, this isn't real life, it's some whatever the fuck a reaper is (i thought they were a type of angel but then i feel like a recent episode they said they weren't) and maybe if it's cas who just still seems mostly mystified by humans despite being one for a hot minute, it wouldn't be as creepy. but she's talking like she clearly understands why what she's saying is a huge invasion of privacy and upsetting. and okay she's not on their side, maybe she is tired of being the baby monitor for the dumb humans. but as someone myself who's been monitored against my will in what should be private spaces, that really doesn't sit well with me. i get it's just supposed to be a joke, but no thanks. sigh

JESSICA If just one person dies before their time, a lot of things that were supposed to happen, don’t. The ripple effect from just one early death can affect hundreds of lives. And changing their fates changes even more fates until things just become sincerely unfortunate, and we have to hit the reset button. SAM What does that mean? JESSICA Usually? A mass kill off. Like the Black Plague or a mid-sized war. Something to wipe the board clean. So… your help in avoiding that would be greatly appreciated, by everyone.

sure. combined with the world-destroying-aspirations of au!michael, whatever the fuck is going on with heaven having too few angels, lucifer doing who the fuck can remember, needing to rescue everyone in the au, we also need to do something or ELSE plague/war/extinction event. exhausted

and the reunion tour continues.... fucking naomi, great. why not

CASTIEL No, no we didn’t, because you stole my memories, and you threatened to "tear me apart," and you made me repeatedly act out Dean Winchester’s murder, and you killed many, many people.

let's hear it for not forgetting/immediately forgiving someone's awful deeds

NAOMI That's right. We're all... Every angel is like a walking, talking battery. [the lights fluctuate again] And that is what happens when we run out of power.

ok. before it was the human souls that were batteries, back in ye olde s6 (i even included morpheus and the coppertop in a recap)

NAOMI Well, then, let me make it divinely simple for you. There are a grand total of nine angels in Heaven, present company included, and one or two on Earth, and... that's all. We are the last men and women and divine waves of light still standing, as it were.

excuse me WHAT. NINE??? listen, ok. you know i have zero religious experience, i've never been to church. however, this song by johnny cash, when the man comes around (a banger, truly) i know it took from the bible and (via wikipedia):

The chorus indicates that these events will be accompanied by trumpets (as in Revelation 8, 9, 11), pipers (Rev. 18:22), and "one hundred million angels singing". The voice of the Lord in Revelation is often likened to the sound of a loud trumpet (Revelation 1:10; 4:1; and 8:13). Revelation 5:11 states that John saw that there are millions of angels in Heaven.

so i'm like, this is my knowledge of just how many angels there are 😂 and we're down to NINE!!!

NAOMI Without him, in time we’ll burn out. Heaven will crumble, and all the souls that have been entrusted to our care will fall back to earth. Picture it, Castiel-- billions upon billions of ghosts unleashed upon the world. All that chaos, all that death.

🙄add it to the list of impending catastrophies ✅ (they need some soul to angel battery converter)

rowena is trying to get crowley back....? hokay

DEAN Where the hell is my brother?!

never gets old

SAM No. Rowena. I know what you went through and I know how much you lost and I realize how much you want your family back. But don’t do this. This... this... This is not you. Not any more. ROWENA What happened to me, those were my choices. But Fergus never… It wasn’t fair.

what.

BILLIE You were never going to kill him. There was a time you would've, but not now. I can see that. ROWENA I don’t know what I’m doing

BILLIE Sometimes life is unfair, and sometimes we lose things. And sometimes we make mistakes. And some of these things can never be fixed, no matter how powerful you become. Some things just are, and everyone has to live with that.

what? we're supposed to buy this sudden personality 180?

ROWENA I fought Death and lost. I feel tired. Weaker. I don’t know if it’s forever. Sam, what have I done? SAM You had a chance to kill me and you didn’t. I’d call that progress. DEAN I’d call that a miracle. [Dean and Rowena exchange looks] SAM You know, what happened with Crowley? That wasn’t your fault. ROWENA He never had a chance. DEAN He made his choices, just like we all do. Look, every one of us has done something that we have to live with, that were trying to make up for. Every one of us. SAM Even without all that extra juice, you’re still the deadliest witch around. ROWENA Flatterer. SAM Yeah, well, we, um... we may need your help. To save our family. To… hell, to save the world. DEAN You wanna be redeemed? This would be a pretty big step. ROWENA And do you think I still can be? DEAN Yeah, I do.

i mean. who cares about character development, let's just slam through this redemption and reconciliation arc in a big showdown in one episode? unless there's some long game, this is just. hard to swallow

#supernatural #spnwatch #spn 13x19 #steve yockey #spnwhinge

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holylulusworld · 12 days

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Ready for harvest

Summary: You and your alphas play another game.

Written for @spnkinkevents SPN Omegaverse Week – Day 6 – Friday, April 19 – Slick

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x fem!Reader; Alpha!Sam Winchester x fem!Reader; Alpha!John Winchester x fem!Reader

Warnings: implied smut/light smut, somnophilia, use of a sex swing, implied taking turns, blindfolds, use of a safe word, aftercare, consensual degrading, daddy kink, a/b/o, a/b/o dynamics, established polyamorous relationship, fluff

Catch up here: Hungry like the wolf

A/N: The story takes place in Season 10. John is still alive for my storyline.

Words: 1,3 k+

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A snowstorm ruined your plans, but it offered a new opportunity. While stuck at the bunker with your alphas, you came up with new ideas to kill time.

Strip poker. Chasing a fake monster. Strip charade. Naked cooking contests.

Five days later you’re still stuck in the bunker, unable to leave it because of the snow masses blocking all exits.

Luckily you’re always prepared and got enough food, because and men around to survive for even for weeks without leaving the bunker.

“Good thing I bought all the good shit before the weather decided to fuck us over,” John grins at you. “What do you say, Y/N? Do you want to try it out? I got it in our playroom.”

You chuckle at his eagerness. It was his idea to turn one of the rooms at the bunker into a playroom for you and your alphas.

“Okay, show me what you bought,” you lean closer to whisper in his ear, “Daddy.”

“Careful or I’ll take you right here, in the hallways.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time,” you grin, remembering the night John pounced on you after you sneaked into the kitchen for a late-night snack. He fucked you right there, on the floor for his sons to watch. “It was so hot and dirty.”

“Because we all took turns,” Sam suddenly stands behind you to grope your ass. For a man his size, he’s fucking stealthy. “So, what are we up to today? Can I sort the books at the library, or did we find something more interesting to do?”

You smirk at Sam.

“I think our omega wants to play,” John snickers. He unashamedly cups his crotch. It’s only you and his sons, and all of you have seen all of him over the years. No one around to judge you for being a pack’s omega.

“Hmm…” you run your fingertips over the sex swing hammock John decided to buy. You feel the soft leather to check the quality. “It looks nice.” You’re unsure for the first time.

“If you don’t like it, we can just chase you around the bunker and play hide and seek,” Dean joins the party. “We thought it’d be nice if you played pillow princess and just enjoyed the ride.”

“Pillow princess?” You snort. It’s not your style to just take it. “How will this work?” You tug at the straps to test the stability of the hammock. “Me?”

“I want you to wear this,” John purrs and holds a blindfold in front of your face. “We want to play guess the cock.”

“You’re kinky, Mr. Winchester,” you snatch the blindfold out of his hands. “Black silk, huh?”

“For special occasions, sweetheart,” Dean looks at the blindfold in your hands. “We want to give you a special night.”

“You want to get your dick wet,” you playfully slap his chest. “You horny bastard.”

Dean chuckles. “You know me so well, baby.”

“I know all of you,” you smirk darkly. “Every dirty little secret and every kink.”

“Do you trust us?” John cups your cheek. “We’d love to give you a new experience. But only if you want it.”

“Only if you promise to not tease me,” you poke your finger into his chest. “Last time you edged me for too long and then, you didn’t let me cum!”

“That was sweet punishment,” Sam taunts. “And we will do it again.”

“If you play your cards right,” you purr and step toward Sam to fist his flannel, “I allow you to massage my feet after you made me cum, Sammy.”

Your alphas smirk as you shimmy out of your panties and fling them across the room.

“Let’s test this nice swing…”

Your alphas helped you into the shamrock. Your men made sure that you were comfortable and felt safe. John asked you about your safe word and kissed you softly before using the leg and arm straps on you.

It feels like floating. “You look ready to get eaten, doll,” John whispers in your ear. He tweaks one of your nipples, causing you to shudder. “If you guess the cock right, you get a special gift after we are done with you.”

Dean kneels in front of the shamrock to teasingly run his tongue over your clit. He grips your legs tightly, enjoying you cannot close them when he playfully sinks his teeth into your clit.

“DEAN!” you grunt. He’s a teasing little shit, and you will pay him back. “I dare you!”

“How does she taste brother?” Sam watches his father and brother tease you with little licks and touches. “Dean?”

“She’s slicking for us, Sammy,” Dean growls against your flesh. “Y/N is such a good omega for us.”

You mewl at his words. Your chest swells and your body goes lax. “Daddy…”

“I’m here, doll,” John whispers in your ear. “Can we begin, baby doll?”

“Hmmm…” you nod.

“Do you remember your safe word, Y/N?”

“Papaya,” you murmur. “I’m all green, daddy.”

“Of course you are,” he replies and nods at his sons. “If you want us to stop, you will say it. Remember that you are the one in control.”

John’s features darken as he steps next to his sons. He cracks his neck and stares at your exposed body, ready for them to use you. You’re completely at their mercy, and his primal side loves it.

“Ready sons.”

“Ready if you are,” Dean and Sam say in unison.

“Yes…” you whisper lowly. “I want to play a game with all of you…”

You feel his hands on you seconds later. His touch is tender at first, but his hands get more demanding. He gropes your tits, roughly pinching your nipples. You know it’s Sam because he’s hiding the beast so well, but not with you.

“Fuck me,” you challenge. “Now!”

They don’t speak when they start using your body for their pleasure. It’s part of the game.

Sam is first. He’s rough, and demanding, but he pulls three orgasms out of your body.

You recognize Dean next. He takes his time to tease you, fingering you until you cry and beg him for an orgasm, but he will let you wait, and you’ll only find release with his cock inside of you.

John is last. He’s rougher tonight and calls you his whore, and slut. Your alpha was on the edge for weeks. One hunt had gone wrong, and he feared he’d lose another mate.

“Look at this, a whore to go,” John taunts you not only with his cock driving into you in abandon, but his voice making you shudder.

He’s unstoppable. Pulling orgasm after orgasm from your spent body. You’re sore and tired, your safe word on the top of your tongue but you don’t use it. John needs to get this out of his system, and you won’t stop him.

Even if it’s against your alphas’ rules.

In the morning, you wake to John fucking wildly into you. You’re usually more than happy if he slips inside of you while you’re asleep, but this morning is different.

You cry, and whimper. John grunts into your neck, believing you’re into it as you wiggle underneath him.

“John,” it pains you to do it, but you cannot take more, “Papaya.”

He stiffens and immediately slips out of you. “Doll,” he nuzzles you. “I’ve got you doll,” John whispers. “You did so well. We are proud of you.” He wraps his arms around you and cradles you in his arms. “I’m gonna get you clean and take care of you.”

John picks you up to carry you inside the bathroom. “I’m sorry, daddy. It was…too intense.”

“No. I’m sorry,” he pecks your hair. “I was a bad dominant today. I should’ve seen your distress and ended the session last night. It was too much, and…” He sniffs. “Please forgive me.”

“I’m fine, John,” you hide your face in his shoulder. “You’re good alphas.”

John isn’t convinced. He calls for his sons, asking them to help him with you. “We need to do more aftercare. It was too much.” He admits, ashamed.

“We’re here, sweetheart,” Dean whispers. “We will take care of you now…”

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floralcyanide · 5 months

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― 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚎 (nsfw)

⌯ pairing: coriolanus snow / fem!reader ⌯ warnings: mentions of death, mentions of hanging, smut, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, fingering, oral (f receiving), nipple play, biting, mutual orgasm, angst ⌯ word count: 5.6k ⌯ summary: coriolanus snow is your best friend, and you know everything there is to know about him, except for one thing. and, when you find out what it is, it shocks you more than anything. ⌯ author’s note: I wrote half of this last night and the last half today and honestly I don't remember a thing. I was fr possessed by the writing demon. so I have only proofread the first half lollll. sorry if it flows oddly because of that. but this is my first coryo fic and I'm excited to post it. I read the book 3 years ago and finally saw the movie a few days ago. anyway, if you enjoy please lmk! please reblog and like to support me (:

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ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ, ʀᴇᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇ, ᴏʀ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀs ᴏɴ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ, ᴀᴏ3, ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴘᴀᴅ, ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴡᴇʙsɪᴛᴇ.

You try to remind yourself that people do bad things all the time. Terrible things, even. But it doesn’t make everyone bad or terrible people.

This rings true for your best friend, Coriolanus Snow. It doesn’t take a genius to know that he’s no saint. It’s even more apparent when he returns from District 12. You know immediately something is amiss. He always keeps to himself and only speaks when spoken to or when he feels he has something important to say. But now his words are fewer and farther in between. Coriolanus is patient and thoughtful on the outside but keeps how he truly feels hidden away inside. He can think about how much he wants to eradicate someone while putting a face on. But you can always see right through his poker face. Coriolanus’s silent but deadly demeanor has only intensified since he returned to the Capitol. You know every inch of his brain, his mannerisms and behavior, and how he thinks- so you know he has done something. You just don’t know what. You do know, however, something went down between him and the songbird tribute from 12. Lucy Gray Baird. The girl with dark features, a brilliant smile, and a heavenly voice. The girl that Coriolanus had seemed to have fallen in love with. It was painful to watch, but you pushed through. Coriolanus had told you everything throughout the days before the games. Despite knowing him through and through, you had no idea that Coriolanus never had any romantic feelings toward Lucy Gray. Instead, his feelings were aimed toward someone else. But, for now, you didn’t know this. Coriolanus takes pride in knowing that you don’t, in fact, know everything about him. But he would never let that on.

Coriolanus is meeting with Dean Highbottom tomorrow to return Sejanus’ things to him rather than to the Plinths. Your best friend feels he needs a great way to start the conversation with Highbottom about his experience of District 12, and nothing is better than a small metal box with things that Sejanus cherished. It was definitely going to be a statement.

“Coryo?”

“Hmm?”

“What did you do?”

Coriolanus tenses up from where he’s standing in his bedroom, tinkering with something out of your sight on his dresser. You’re laying on his bed, flipping through a book of his you’ve read many a time already. Your eyes are burning holes into his back, expectantly waiting for his response. You know he will give you the run around until he has nowhere else to go.

“Care to be more specific, darling?”

You roll your eyes at the nickname he uses for you when he feels he’s in trouble, “No,” you sigh, “Just tell me. What’s bothering you?”

Coriolanus hesitantly turns around, blocking the view of the dresser with his body as he braces himself against it, still not saying anything. You close the book and set it beside you before getting up from his bed and walking over to your best friend. Coriolanus crosses his arms, looking down at you with that plain, empty stare of his. You heavily exhale through your nose, blinking up at him, crossing your own arms mockingly. There’s an intense glaring contest between the two of you for a few moments until Coriolanus eventually folds, pressing his lips together impatiently.

“Sejanus,” he says, shrugging as his eyes bore into yours.

You closely study his face, eyebrows furrowed in concentration. Sejanus. You know he had been hung for his crimes. It didn’t seem like Sejanus to do something that rebellious, but stranger things had happened.

“What about Sejanus?”

Coriolanus opens his mouth to speak before closing it again. He thinks for a moment, wondering if he should truly tell you. He tells you everything; if he doesn’t, you eventually figure it out alone. Sometimes, he thinks you’re smarter than him, and it scares him. Before Coriolanus can dwell any further, the sharpness of your stare gets to him, “I recorded him.”

Coriolanus’ words bounce around in your head, and slowly, you begin to put the pieces together. That’s when it dawns on you. Coriolanus had inadvertently killed Sejanus. Your face softens, your arms uncrossing and falling to your sides.

“I don’t know what to say,” you bite your lip.

“You don’t have to say anything,” Coriolanus says, returning to his activity on the dresser.

There’s a pause, silence hanging in the air thickly. He’s right. You don’t have to say anything. And you don’t. Instead, you snake your arms around Coriolanus’ waist, pressing yourself into the curve of his spine. Your cheek presses into his back, and the familiar smell of rose wafts through your nose. It isn’t often the two of you embrace. Neither of you are fans of hugging per se, but there are times when you do wrap up in one another. You feel right now is appropriate- Coriolanus probably had to process his best friend’s death on his own. Both of you have gone to each other about these kinds of things since childhood.

Coriolanus relaxes at your touch, hanging his head slightly. He almost almost feels a twinge of guilt for not confiding in you. But he knows how smart you are. As mentioned before, you always figure it out in the end. Coriolanus places his hands on top of yours. He still has nightmares about the sound of Sejanus’ neck snapping and the mockingjays calling out his final cry for his friend’s help. Coriolanus doesn’t feel bad for causing the demise of Sejanus, nor does he feel anything about the two people he killed in District 12. He believes that’s just life, that people do bad things because they’re all inherently bad. Coriolanus knows he’s not a good person because of what he’s done, and he doesn’t care. You have to step on others to climb to the top. And Snow always falls on top.

“I know why you did it, Coryo.”

Coriolanus’ head snaps up at that, but he tries to remain cool, “Really? And why is that?”

“You want to succeed more than anything. I know you do,” you pull away, prompting Coriolanus to turn around and face you, “And I know you’d make sacrifices for it. Just like you did for Lucy Gray.”

Coriolanus cringes at the mention of Lucy Gray, and you frown. Coriolanus takes notice of this.

“I never,” he begins to say, but then shakes his head as if to get rid of his train of thought.

“Never what?” you ask.

“Nothing important,” Coriolanus goes to turn around again, but you grab him.

“There’s still something you’re not telling me,” you say accusingly, your fingers wrapped tightly around Coriolanus’ wrist, “And if you don’t say something now, I will find out. And you won’t like it when I do.”

“Is that a threat?” Coriolanus tilts his head, yanking his arm from your grip as he steps closer to you, his breath hitting your face.

Unphased, you simply look up at him, “What if it is?”

Coriolanus scoffs, standing up straight and nodding to himself, deciding to toy with you a little as he casts his eyes down to yours, “Don’t play with me, little one.”

The blonde knows how annoyed you get when he teases you. He only does it if he wants something. In this case, you figure he wants you to leave it alone.

You grit your teeth, “Coryo,” you say threateningly, “I just want to help.”

“You can help by stopping where you are,” Coriolanus growls, not wanting to think about how every time he looked at Lucy Gray, he saw you instead.

He didn’t want to think about how Lucy Gray was in the arena that night. How he watched the screen like a hawk, waiting with bated breath for it to be over. Or how she sang to him at the cabin, and he wished it were you in his embrace instead. And least of all, Coriolanus didn’t want to think about how Lucy Gray vanished into the woods, never to be seen again. He had lost her, and he didn’t want to lose you, too. But the difference here is that he loves you, not the songbird. Coriolanus has ruined enough in his life, even if there’s a light at the end of the tunnel for him despite his mistakes. He doesn’t want to ruin his lifelong relationship with you and risk not being rewarded for it like everything else. You’re too precious. And despite the darkness and the damning anger constantly brewing inside him, when he looks at you, it all stops for a little while.

You bite your tongue, inhaling sharply as you take a step back from Coriolanus, “Fine.”

Before he can react, you’re heading for the door. When you walk out of his bedroom, you glance over at the dresser curiously to see what he had been tinkering with and see three small bottles of morphling. A small container of white powder sits next to them. Your eyes flicker up to Coriolanus’ without a word, and he knows you’ve seen. But he also knows you won’t say anything. As quiet as a mouse, you close his bedroom door behind you.

It’s been days since you’ve seen Coriolanus.

Sleeping has been challenging, and eating is difficult. Your best friend is everywhere you look and go. You see him in everything. Dean Highbottom is dead, and the Capitol is in shambles over it. Immediately after hearing the news, you knew Coriolanus had something to do with it. He and Highbottom had never been on good terms, and now that Coriolanus had the upper hand in the Capitol as a Gamemaker, he could do whatever he saw fit to get to the top. He always has.

You’re alone in your small apartment, only a lamp providing ambient lighting against the dark rain clouds outside. Curled up on your couch, you’re reading a book you borrowed from Coriolanus long ago. You had loved it so much that he had let you keep it. You’ve lost count of how many times you’ve read it, but it brings you a strange form of comfort every time you do. The story's climax is about to happen when there’s a subtle knock on your front door. You heave a sigh, closing the book and getting up from your comfy spot. You grab a robe from the coat closet and wrap yourself in it, not knowing who could be at the door. When you swing the door open, you’re shocked to see Coriolanus.

“What are you-”

“I’m sorry,” he blurts out, and you look at him with a stunned expression. He’s never been one to apologize.

You brace yourself against the door, arms crossed, as you motion for him to continue.

“I know you only care about me and want to make sure you can be there for me properly,” Coriolanus says, his eyes darting around your face, “And I appreciate that. And you.”

You nod understandingly, standing up straight before widening the entrance for Coriolanus to enter. Carefully, he walks in, and you close the door behind him. Coriolanus is right behind you when you turn around, with a white rose in hand. He snaps half the stem off, taking the other half with the rose and tucking it behind your ear softly.

“We’re able to grow them again.”

A small smile graces your lips at that. Coriolanus tucks hair behind your other ear, gently tracing your cheekbone with his knuckle. The tender gesture shocks you, but you just stare up at him and watch him study your face.

“I never,” Coriolanus says before pausing momentarily, just as he did the other day.

“I never loved her.”

“What do you mean?” your face scrunches in confusion.

“I never loved Lucy Gray,” Coriolanus shakes his head, bringing his gaze to yours, “I already have love for someone else.”

You try to keep your face as neutral as possible, letting your best friend’s words fully sink into your brain. Coriolanus was in love. If not with Lucy Gray, then who?

“If you had not told me, I would’ve never known. You could’ve fooled me,” you lightly chuckle, almost unable to look him directly in the eye.

Coriolanus hums, a surprised look on his face, “You, of all people, haven’t figured it out already?”

“Figured out what? That pretending to love Lucy Gray was your big plan to win?”

“Not only that,” Coriolanus says, moving his hand to grasp your chin, “But you still haven’t figured out who it is that I love most in this world. That’s rich coming from you, my dear. It’s the most obvious, and you’ve yet to see it.”

At this point, it’s almost insulting for him to assume you know who he’s in love with. Yes, you can look at his emotionless expressions and know something is off with him. You can tell by his mannerisms when he’s in a good mood or a bad one, and you know by the look in his eye when he’s enthralled with something. But you’ve only ever seen him have that look a few times. So it’s not like you can know for sure this time. You narrow your eyes at him, his hand warm against the skin of your face. His eyes are gleaming with mischief and something else you can’t put your finger on. Then, it clicks. You do see it. You shakily take a step back from Coriolanus, your eyes not leaving his as you accidentally bump into the table by the door. You let it fall pathetically to the floor as the sound of it cracking against the hardwood echoes in the foyer.

“Whatever game you’re playing now isn’t funny, Coryo,” you mutter, your eyes burning with angry, embarrassed tears.

Coriolanus steps toward you, a smile growing on his usually empty face, “You see it now?”

“I’m not sure what I see,” you say through gritted teeth, fighting hard to blink back your emotion.

Coriolanus lets his smile falter, briefly looking down at his feet before darting his eyes to yours, “It’s you. It’s always been you.”

You shake your head, the rose falling from your hair and to the floor, “Why?” you ask, your voice trembling, “How?”

Your best friend’s hands slowly move from his sides to rest against your hot, angered cheeks, bringing you closer to him, “You see things in me no one else can. You see things in me I can’t even see in myself.”

You don’t say anything, tears now falling from your lashes. Coriolanus quickly brushes them away with his thumbs, “And believe it or not, I can see things too. In you.”

“What things?” you ask, your voice still blanketed in anger and hesitance.

“I’ve never understood what love looked like until I saw the way you look at me,” Coriolanus’ lips curl into a small smile, a rare occurrence,

“And how do I look at you?”

“The same way you look at the children playing in the street,” he says, “And how you look at books and paintings. With this wonder and appreciation, and hope.”

You close your eyes, silently crying, as you realize Coriolanus has never spoken like this before about anything. Not to you or anyone else about anything or anyone else.

“Look at me,” Coriolanus whispers, and you open your eyes to see him closer to your face than before.

Now you really see it. The thing you couldn’t put your finger on before. That peculiar way Coriolanus stares at you- you only ever see it when he looks at his family or when he thinks of something brilliant. Whenever he smells roses, his blue eyes soften that way, too- joy, comfort, and safety.

Coriolanus watches as realization falls upon you, and your expression becomes more open. He knows you finally see in him what he sees in you- a mutual understanding and feeling of love for one another. Coriolanus never noticed how you looked at him until he saw Lucy Gray look at Maude Ivory or Sejanus when he looked at the bodies of the fallen tributes in the arena. He never had that feeling for anything, he had thought. Coriolanus only knows hunger- for not just food but for power. And he thought that’s all he’d ever feel until he met Lucy Gray and saw you. He saw you fighting for your life in that arena and trusting him even when you probably shouldn’t. Coriolanus watched you save his life. When he lay there in the ruins in agony from his burns, he realized ever since you were children, you had been saving him all along. He wanted to hate you for it like he hates everyone and everything else. But Coriolanus couldn’t. And here you are before him, your face in his hands, the world- his world, in his hands. He loves you, and you love him, and despite everything that’s happened, that’s all that matters to Coriolanus.

The silence in the apartment stings in your ears, and the dim lamp casts shadows of Coriolnaus’ eyelashes on his cheeks. But you don’t move or say anything. You just breathe in the blue of his eyes. You almost don’t notice him tilting his head slightly and brushing his lips against yours. Coriolanus is hesitant, but he knows he needs to feel you in a way he has never done before. You let him press a soft kiss to your mouth, your eyes fluttering shut. His palms still rest on your cheeks, holding you like you’re fragile. As you kiss back, your hands slide between his arms to gently hold his neck. When you open your mouth slightly to gasp for air, Coriolanus slips his tongue inside. A groan bubbles up your throat as he takes control of your embrace.

“How about we continue this elsewhere,” Coriolanus whispers against your lips, and you nod.

A short walk to your bedroom and the closing of the door sends the man into overdrive as he backs you against it. Capturing your lips again, he doesn’t hold back this time. Coriolanus’ hands find themselves on your waist, his fingers pressing into the material of your shirt underneath the robe. Yours creep into his now short hair where it’s just long enough for you to comb through it. An unfiltered passion hangs in the air as the kiss becomes more desperate, your bodies pressed to each other as firmly as possible as your hands begin to explore. Coriolanus pushes your robe off your shoulders, letting it fall to the floor in a heap as his fingertips slide under your shirt and over your uncovered breasts. You’re fighting for dominance over the kiss as Coriolanus learns the crevices and gaps of your mouth with ease. A moan escapes you when he brushes over your nipples softly, making your attempt at dominating slowly diminish. Now Coriolanus has control over your open-mouthed kiss, but he soon gives it up and opts to leave small kisses along your cheek to your jaw. You breathe heavily as Coriolanus begins kneading at your breasts as he nips along the underside of your jaw, running his tongue over the small reddening spots he’s leaving.

He inhales the smell of your skin, his thumbs flicking your sensitive buds simultaneously as he travels further down the column of your throat. As much as you wish to continue here against the mahogany door, you take an opportunity to break from Coriolanus to grab his wrist and pull it from your shirt. Before he can ask if he’s done something wrong, you walk him to your bed, where you lay down against your pillows. The usually light blue of Coriolanus’ eyes darkens to an unrecognizable shade as he unbuttons his shirt from the edge of the mattress. His lips are agape as he watches you peel off your shirt, revealing your torso to him fully. Climbing over you, Coriolanus wastes no time attacking your lips as he holds himself up effortlessly. His body is far more toned and muscular than it used to be because of the Peacekeeper training. You drink in his almost god-like appearance as he leaves hot kisses on your neck. Coriolanus moves down, resting his body against your thighs to make himself comfortable. He gazes up at you while his kisses slow down around your bare breasts, asking permission to go further. You squirm underneath him, wishing he’d do something already.

“Tell me what you want, dear,” Coriolanus drags his lips against your tender flesh almost tantalizingly.

“You can touch me, Coryo,” you smile, carding your fingers through his blonde hair, “I want you to.”

Coriolanus wastes no time wrapping his warm mouth around your nipple, lapping at it before letting his teeth graze upon it. You shudder at the sensation, humming in contentment when he begins to suckle the skin lightly. Coriolanus’ other hand squeezes your other breast as he works to overstimulate the one he’s currently focused on. Warmth begins pooling in your lower stomach as Coriolanus pulls the sensitive bud with his teeth, making you whimper. He decides he wants to hear that again, so he repeats the action. This time, your hips buck up into Coriolanus's, and he chuckles.

“Easy, now. I want you to enjoy this as much as I am. Be patient, little one,” he says, twisting your nipple between his fingertips to test how sensitive it’s become.

You whimper again, and Coriolanus admires how angry the soft, peaked flesh is from his mouth. Now, he moves on to the other one, and your hips buck into him again. This time, you feel a bulge beginning to grow in his trousers, and a sense of satisfaction fills you. You relish in the fact Coriolanus is getting turned on just by exploring your body. He bites, sucks, and teases your nipple until you’re whimpering and unable to stop moving underneath him. Coriolanus sits up on your thighs, running his palms over your hardened buds before letting his hands roam your stomach and waist, sending shivers through you. His fingers eventually hook themselves beneath the band of your lounge pants, pulling them down while he moves from where he was sitting, to your side. You kick off the pants when they reach your ankles as Coriolanus unfastens his trousers, removing them with his underwear to join the growing pile of clothing. To say your best friend is well-endowed is an understatement.

“Beautiful,” Coriolanus climbs back onto your legs, letting his hips press against your shins as he settles himself between your legs.

His thumb carefully traces along the growing wet spot on your underwear before barely brushing against your clothed clit, making your hips tremble.

“So wet already,” Coriolanus says, resting his cheek on your inner thigh, “You’ve probably wanted this for so long, hmm?” His dark eyes meet yours, the mischievous gleam still present despite his enlarged pupils.

“I won’t lie and say I haven’t,” you say shakily, nervous for him to see you completely bare.

“Well,” Coriolanus says, pressing a kiss to your covered clit, “I know I have.”

He then pulls your underwear down enough to have full access to you. He takes a moment to take in the scent of your arousal before spreading your lips to reveal your hardened clit. Coriolanus admires how your body reacts to his touch and craves to find out just how far he can go. He lets his index finger tease across the bundle of nerves before he attaches his mouth to it. The warmth of his tongue against where you need him most provokes a relieved moan from you. Coriolanus tortuously circles your clit with the tip of his tongue, allowing it to flick the bud every few circumferences. He knows how incredibly wet you must be getting, so he gauges just how much by dragging a finger up your slit. Coriolanus groans at the amount of slick that covers his digit, letting it prod at your entrance before slowly pushing in. He can only imagine how soaked it’ll feel around his cock when you’re ready for him. He curls his finger inside you, finding the spongy area of your cunt. Coriolanus fucks into it with his fingertip, lightly grazing it each time, making your hips jump as you cry out.

“Can you take two?” Coriolanus pulls away from your pussy for a moment, “Oh, who am I kidding? Of course you can take two. You’re a good girl, aren’t you?”

A high-pitched moan leaves your lips at Coriolanus’ sassy tone and the feeling of two fingers pressing into your g spot. He resumes his assault on your clit as his long fingers scissor and stretch you out deliciously, the burn subsiding with each thrust. They beckon inside you as Coriolanus begins to suck your bud hungrily. His eyes meet yours, and he doesn’t dare break the intense stare as a third finger is easily pushed into your cunt.

“Doing so good for me,” Coriolanus praises, his free hand busying your clit as he speaks, “You’re going to take my cock just fine.”

A dizzying wave of pleasure washes over you as he fucks you with his fingers at a jarring pace, the sound of your wetness around them filling the room along with your pitiful moans.

“I need you, Coryo,” you whine, “I need you to make love to me. Need you so bad.”

Coriolanus runs his hand along the skin of your hips soothingly, slowing his fingers before removing them. He licks them clean as he takes in how fucked out you already are. You’re still staring at him with that look only the two of you share. Sitting up, Coriolanus pulls away from you and wraps his hands around your thighs, pulling them apart. He continues holding on to them as he makes his position comfortable before using one hand to grab his length. Coriolanus strokes himself with the precum that’s leaked out, preparing to line up with your entrance. When he does, he pauses.

“You want this?” Coriolanus asks you, his fingers stroking the skin of your inner thighs, “After this, there’s no going back.”

“I don’t want to go back,” you rest your hand upon his chest, “I just want you. All of you.”

Coriolanus patiently pushes himself into you, guiding his length through your wet, velvet walls. You throw your head back into the pillows at the stretch. Even with three of his fingers to prepare you, Coriolanus’ girth is intense. He stops moving to allow you to accommodate his length as well, your tightness squeezing him. When you’ve adjusted, you push yourself further down his shaft and eventually bottom out. The two of you stay like that for a moment, allowing yourselves to get used to being connected this way. Coriolanus leans down, running his hand through your hair as he kisses you. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him as close as you can while he begins to move inside you slowly. He pulls out almost all the way before thrusting back in. You pull away from the kiss to catch your breath, your nose pressed to Coriolanus’ as he pulls himself out again to slam his hips to yours. You’re both panting into each other’s mouths, with foreheads flush against one another as Coriolanus picks up a steady rhythm. He steadies himself with his hand pushed into the pillows by your head, his other still lightly gripping your hair. Temporarily removing his hold on your hair, Coriolanus lifts your legs onto his shoulders to get a better angle. He presses your thighs against your chest, his body weight fully on top of you as he thrusts into your weeping cunt even deeper than before. You can’t help but moan loudly, not caring about what your neighbors are hearing. Coriolanus grunts every time his tip hits your cervix just right as sweat beads on his hairline.

“Taking me like such a good girl,” he gasps as you purposefully clench around him, “My good girl.”

“I like hearing you say that,” you whimper, chasing his lips with yours before capturing them.

Blonde hair sticks to Coriolanus’ forehead as he feels himself getting lost in you like he’s needed to for so long. You’re the only place he doesn’t mind losing himself in because he trusts you. He doesn’t trust anyone but you. You know every inch of his brain and every thought that goes through his head, and now you know every inch of his body and soul, too. And he knows yours. Coriolanus doesn’t wish to know anyone else how he knows you for the rest of his life.

“I’m so close,” you whisper, focusing on how heavy Coriolnaus’ eyes are as he lifts them to look at you.

“I know,” Coriolanus whispers back, now fucking into you as fast as he can, “I can feel it.”

You bite your lip, moving your legs off his shoulders to spread them apart. Coriolanus pulls away from you to push your knees flat to the bed, letting his weight keep them pinned down. He’s now moving as deep as he can go into your warm and desperate pussy, his hips snapping forward. Your moans have become yelps as Coriolanus hits that spot inside you dead on.

“Right there, don’t stop,” you cry out, your hands holding onto his biceps fervently.

The sounds in the room are explicit- from the squelching of your ridiculously aroused cunt being fucked, to the slapping of skin, and you and Coriolanus’ screams of pleasure bouncing off the walls. Coriolanus now opts to hold your hips, his fingernails digging into the supple flesh. You move your hands from his arms to your breasts, toying with your nipples as more warmth spreads to your core. Coriolanus uses this opportunity to spur you on even more and begins pressing his thumb to your clit, rubbing hard circles into it. You let out an animalistic groan, your legs reflexively moving to snap closed. But Coriolanus quickly pins one down again, not letting up on playing with your hard bud as you approach your orgasm.

“Oh, Coryo,” you gasp, your back arching as your clit presses harder against his thumb and his cock delves deeper into you.

The most intense orgasm of your life rips through you as Coriolanus loses control of himself, your cunt squeezing around him with a vice grip. He cums with desperate moans as your body convulses underneath him. Both of you ride out your highs, still rutting against each other as the white-hot pleasure eases away into bliss. Catching his breath, Coriolanus carefully pulls out of you with a wince. You absentmindedly motion to your closet, where you keep the washcloths. He returns with one and cleans you up gently before cleaning himself up. As he’s discarding the cloth, you manage to weakly pull the duvet out from the pillows and envelope yourself in it. Coriolanus joins you, delicately wrapping his arms around your body as if he’d break you. He presses his nose into your shoulder, watching your relaxed expression.

“That was intense,” you speak up finally, and Coriolanus nods.

“Making up for lost time,” he says, and you turn around to face him fully.

You press yourself into his chest, wrapping an arm around him as he does the same to you. Staring into his now lighter and calmer blue eyes, you let a smile grace your lips as you can almost read his mind.

“You aren’t going to hurt me, you know,” you say.

Coriolanus’ typical blank, emotionless expression doesn’t give away anything to allude to what he’s thinking, but you know how his thought process goes. He doesn’t say anything; he just stares down at you.

“I know you think you’re some kind of monster for the things you do. And in a way, you are,” you say, “But everyone is, and it doesn’t define you. It won’t unless you allow it to.”

Coriolanus maintains his poker face as he plays with your hair, “You’re the only proof I have that evil isn’t rooted in everyone,” he says, “And I’m still grappling with it.”

“No one is born evil, and you most certainly weren’t, whether you believe that or not,” you rest your hand upon Coriolanus’ cheek, “You can choose to accept that, or you can keep trying to prove you’re evil. But just know that I wouldn’t associate myself with you if I knew you could do terrible things on purpose.”

Coriolanus flinches but realizes you’re right. Yeah, he’s a little fucked up. You know it, he knows it, everyone knows it. But he had a choice at every step of his grand plan to win the Plinth Prize. And he chose to make the negative ones. But here with you at this very moment, he knows those choices weren’t guaranteed to be made. He could’ve chosen to do right and didn’t. However, you are guaranteed. Because he loves you, and you love him. And that’s the only sure thing.

“I love you,” Coriolanus suddenly says without thinking, which isn’t typical of him.

“I love you, too,” you smile.

Despite the darkness that looms inside Coriolanus Snow, you can see something within him that no one else can. And you can’t be sure of how he decides to live his life- whether it’s in a good way or a bad way. But you are sure that as long as you’re with him, whatever decision he makes will be a logical one. Hopefully, that will be enough for Coriolanus in the end.

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Fate Strikes Twice? The Pizza Shop

I turned the multi-chapter fic into a series. I repost former Chp 1 and 2. This would have been three. I really think I'll like this format better. I have a couple of ideas for their next adventures in their path to getting to know each other.

The Pizza Shop

Saturday morning dawned much earlier than Dean would have liked. It took strong, black coffee and a shower to make Dean even begin to feel like a real human. It was paperwork day. He hated paperwork, but as he was a business owner, it was necessary. Numbers weren’t really his thing. Nevermind he had an MBA. He could run a business, but taxes? No way. That’s what an accountant was for.

“Boss, how long are you in for today?” Charlie, his tech guru, best friend, and found little sister asked. "I wanted to know because I have some new social media ideas and website designs for you to look over."

Dean strolled toward his office and shook his head, “Not that long Charlie. Probably only five hours or so. Time to get inventory done, make sure all the appropriate orders, and payroll are taken care of. That’s it. I have to be out of here by 3:15.”.

While numbers were out of his sphere, he craved having control over inventory and making sure all the restoration cars were getting the best he could afford. Client cars were easy. He was a simple man; he ordered what was needed and then applied the mark-up to make payroll, etc. The best days were when he wasn’t in the office at all but waist deep in a junked car working to bring out its beauty.

“Handmaiden, you rarely leave early, plus you’re in nicer clothes than your usual old shirt and jeans. Do you have plans you aren’t telling me about?” Charlie practically shrieked as she slid across the floor to gaze right up into his eyes.

“What did I tell you about calling me that here at work?” Dean admonished her, blatantly ignoring her reference to the date part of the exclamation.

“That doesn’t answer my question. And fine, whatever,” she said, tapping her toes while looking expectantly.

“Ok, but just the basics, because I don’t know much at this point myself,” Dean acquiesced. “Remember the pie I took to family dinner last night? I’m meeting the owner of the shop this afternoon. He wrote his number on my coffee cup when I was in the bakery earlier this week.”

“Oh a date!” Charlie squeed as she jumped up and hugged Dean’s neck. “I’m so happy for you. It’s been too long since you did something for yourself.”

He wasn’t going to get his hands dirty working with that beautiful ‘67 Mustang as early as he wished, but given his meeting with Cas this afternoon at the pizza shop, he was glad he wasn’t getting dirty today. It wasn’t the easiest thing to get the grease and old stains and smell off.

“I’ll give you a pass," Charlie agreed, "because I know you haven’t met anybody in ages. You’ve made every game night, so I know something’s off, but I want deets tomorrow while we play”

“Gotcha, now I have work to do and so do you.” Dean left her in the foyer of the shop and headed for his office.

~~~~~~

On the other side of town, Cas always rose with the birdsong instead of waiting for the alarm to go off and had a cup of tea before heading to Pies by five. He liked opening in the morning. It allowed him all the smells of fixing the sweet fillings, then smelling the product baking.

“Good morning, Gabe. Here's my plan for the morning.” Castiel brought out his list. He already had his chef’s whites on and was ready to get started. “Apple, cherry, blueberry, mixed berry, for mini and large pies to get started. As usual, I thought I’d leave the accompanying treats and quick breads for you. Alfie and Kevin the cookies and other sweets that don’t take that long to make.”

Gabe took a minute to think about it. “Hmm, banana and strawberry-almond for quick breads, our usual assortment of muffins, a variety of scones based on the berries you are planning to use, plus chocolate because I can’t resist. And then the other two can choose what they want to make when they get here.”

“That sounds fine. I’ll have some of the more popular pies ready by late morning – probably pecan, pumpkin, and a quiche of some flavor. Remember, I have to leave at three o’clock today,” Castiel reminded him, while fidgeting with the note paper in his hands.

“Why’s that Cassie? You are never one to leave the bakery early, especially on a Saturday,” Gabe prodded. “Finally going to loosen up a bit?” He ribbed as he grabbed his chef whites.

“Because I have something I want to do this afternoon, I do ask that we all keep each other informed when we want or need to leave, but I’m not your ten year old brother anymore,” Castiel countered and grabbed the flour. “I believe when I asked you to open Pies with me, it was because we were discussing the opportunities of it being a family business, not so you could lord over me our age difference any more.” Castiel was still irritated.

“Ok, ok, it’s too early to be all uppity. You just don’t ever lead off the morning discussion of goodies with, ‘by the way, I’m leaving early’,’” Gabe tossed out as he turned away to change.

“This is true.” Castiel softened his voice. “I will admit, Gabriel, I am meeting someone at the pizza restaurant at the end of the block later today.”

“You mean I was right!” Gabe slapped his thigh and spun around to face his little brother. “What brought this on?” he asked.

“Earlier in the week when I was working the front counter, a handsome gentleman came in during that torrential rainstorm we were having. He was pleasant, both in voice and appearance, and I wrote my number on his coffee cup.” Castiel waited, not knowing what his brother’s reaction would be.

For once, Gabe didn’t make a joke or try to needle his brother about asking someone out. “I’m happy for you, Bro. Opening this bakery has been your dream and your goal for years. I think it’s great you saw someone and acted on it.” After a pause, he added, “You deserve it.”

This time when Gabe turned around it was for good, and the morning baking began.

Castiel began on his pies. The act of getting his hands into the dough always brought him comfort. As he mixed, chilled, and rolled out the dough, he reminisced about growing up baking beside his mother.

“Remember son, the secret to a good pie crust is cold butter and ice-cold water,” Cas heard his mother’s voice in his head. He remembered her teaching him to make the dough, fillings, and even the decorations that would go on top. He thought about how far he’d come. He had made his first dessert at five years old, proudly presenting the apple pie after supper that evening. Nobody said anything when the crust wasn’t flakey or had too much salt. The filling wasn’t even set. When he mastered making a perfect lattice his mom smiled down on him with such joy in her face. Those days were the best days.

Castiel finished his baking for the day, plus his front counter duties, and retired to the office to change for his date with Dean. He was very thankful he had several sets of extra clothing at the bakery because his chef’s whites were filthy. He set off at 3:20 for the short walk down the block to the pizza place. Uncharacteristically, Gabe never said a word, just wished him well and expected a full report later.

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Dean finished up with the inventory and reports about 2:30. Confident that every car in his care would have every part it needed this next week, he closed his computer. Checking his appearance in the full length mirror, Dean thought to himself that this wasn’t a meeting, it was a date. A date. He hadn’t had one of those for long enough that he was nervous. Sure, Cas made the first move by leaving his number on the cup, but it was Dean who followed though.

“Charlie, I’m outta here. Hold down the fort until closing time?” Dean called as he closed his office door.

“Cool beans. Nothing to worry about here,” she replied, giving him the peace sign as he walked by. There were only a few more hours of their normal work day. Most of the mechanics had gone home and if anything, there would be walk-ins or calls for a tow. Charlie had been with Dean since they met in college. He had total trust that his business would be in good hands with her.

Zeppelin blared from the speakers as the Impala pulled out of the parking lot. The lyrics reminded Dean that he hadn’t met anyone new in a very long time. “You can do this… You can do this,” he told himself.

He arrived at the restaurant right at 3:30. He was raised not to be too early, and not to be late. Today he wanted to be there right on time.

~~~~~~

Castiel was already seated in a booth when Dean walked in. There was no mistaking Dean’s tall, bow-legged walk. Nor was Cas likely to forget the green eyes that made such an impression the first time he saw them.

Cas watched as Dean searched the restaurant when he walked in. He could see when Dean saw him. He waved Dean over as discreetly as he could.

“Hello, Dean, I was almost afraid you would cancel meeting me here today.” Cas rose as he shook his hand. “I’ve already ordered drinks for us, I hope you don’t mind.”

Dean returned the hand shake and slid into the booth facing Cas. “No, I don’t mind at all. Thank you,” he said. Dean took a minute to observe that Cas’ hands were large, but soft. It surprised him because he knew how rough being in a kitchen could be on skin. He noticed while his own hands were more slender, they were rough and calloused all over, from knuckles to palm.

‘I was afraid you’d cancel.’ Cas said.

“I almost did,” Dean chuckled, but he made sure there was a hint of mirth in his voice. “I wasn’t sure I could meet someone unless I was satisfied they were a competent baker.”

Rendered speechless, Cas wavered between being angry and dumbfounded. “What do my baking skills have to do with this?” He was finally able to vocalize. “The fact I *own* a bakery should show you that I am capable of producing a highly delectable product. I’ll have you know I worked for years to perfect my pies.”

“Just because you own a bakery doesn’t mean that you can make a mean pie,” Dean responded. He then realized that Cas didn’t hear the lightness in his voice. “I’ve been in plenty of restaurants and bakeries that say they have the best of whatever, but it’s not. And as you can see, you make a mean pie or I wouldn’t be here.” Dean followed up with, hoping to soothe the ruffled feathers he’d made. He hadn’t meant to upset Cas, he was trying to banter, but obviously Cas didn’t get his humor.

“I’ll have you know I went to culinary school for baking and pastry, as did my co-owner and head pastry chef brother,” Cas said, his voice sounding pained.

“Cas, calm down. I meant that as more of a joke,” Dean spoke as he played the silverware in front of him. “I ate the entire blueberry pie when I got home. It was awesome. And the cherry pie was a hit at family dinner last night. I didn’t even get to bring any home.” He made sure he whined a little at the last part. “I really do love pie, Cas.”

“But why does my baking skill have anything to do with you choosing to go out with me?” Cas still didn’t understand Dean’s point in bringing it up. He still wasn’t confident he shouldn’t get up and walk out. He knew he wasn’t “up” on all the modern slang and didn’t “get” jokes like other people did. He was concerned he had made a wrong choice to put his name on that coffee cup.

“Slow your roll there. I bake too. I have since I could stand on a stool next to my mom in the kitchen. Pies are the best thing ever invented. But I love to do breads, international recipes like pasties, and well, basically anything with a crust,” Dean replied. “I also like to cook, use spices, and experiment with different cuisines and recipes. But I’m not a chef.”

Cas had ordered Cokes for both of them. Their drinks were delivered and in that small bit of silence, Cas realized Dean was just trying to start the conversation, not make him upset.

Cas was relieved and pleased that his baked goods were received so well. “Since it appears you are not a professional chef, what do you do?” Cas asked inquisitively as he took a drink.

“I am a mechanic and specialize in car restoration. I have a shop that has both a regular repair side and a total restoration side,” Dean proudly responded as he put a straw in his own Coke. “I've worked there since I was in high school and took over after the owner retired.

“That must be very time-intensive, having a total car care business,” Cas came back, surprised.

“It was much worse balancing the two when I was in college. I started as a mechanic in high school, but I really loved restoring cars,” Dean explained. “I wanted to find a way to do both. You see the shiny, black muscle car right in front of the restaurant? That’s mine.” He preened as he pointed out Baby through the window.

“That’s your car?" asked Cas, awed, rising up a bit out from the bench seat to take a better look.”

“Restored her myself. She’s a ‘67 Chevy Impala I named Baby. I got her in a salvage yard after she’d been in a head-on collision with a semi. She was my first total reconstruction and I’ll never let her go,” Dean excitedly rambled on.

“I also learned baking standing with my mom at our kitchen counter,” Cas happily told Dean about his childhood baking experiences. “Anytime she wanted to make anything, I was right there next to her. I couldn’t learn fast enough.”

Dean half-smiled as he saw Cas’ hands mimic working with dough as he talked.

“Mom taught me to bake and before I went to college I had most pies and sweets down.” Dean nodded to Cas. “Breads, not so much. I still had a lot to learn.” He laughed. “I did learn a few more recipes from her, but most everything after that I had to figure out on my own.”

Cas understood the struggle to master baking breads. “We learned about every kind of pastry and baking technique in my culinary classes. I learned there was so much more to bread to make it come out with the right texture and crust,”

Dean laughed, “When I was away for my undergrad I finally mastered breads, but only after so many batches of killed yeast, bad experiences with rising times, and let’s not even talk about the resulting batches of cooked bread I had to throw out!”

Dean caught one of the wait staff’s eye and had a second round of drinks brought.

“I think the most treasured memory I have is the day of graduation from the Pastry/Baking Certificate program. My mom passed down the family recipe box to me,” Cas said, remembering the feel of the antique box, the faint smells that had soaked into the wood, and running his fingers over the old cards. “It contained recipes that went back at least three generations. I can’t tell you how honored I was to receive a gift that had my great-grandmother’s recipes in it. I use those same recipes today.”

“I hear that. I was so proud to be able to bring Baby home to Uncle Bobby and say ‘I did this’ and he slapped me on the back and told me I did a good job,” Dean said proudly. “My dad’s a cop and my mom stayed home. With a baby brother going to school to be a lawyer, they were happy for me, but it didn’t mean as much because they weren’t as into cars as I was.”

Cas nodded, turning his drink glass in his hands. “After graduation, we took on jobs as line-cook, sous, and assistants to earn enough experience to one day open my own shop. Gabriel, my brother, had been to culinary school too. He had more experience since he has a full degree in culinary arts, but found his love in sweets.”

“So he’s the one who makes everything else in your shop?” Dean asked.

“Yes, he’s better with hand-held pastries than I am. He likes to experiment with flavors,” Cas agreed. “I make all the pies, he makes the sweets, including the cupcakes and quick breads. He made up all the cookie recipes too… Well, those that weren’t already in our family box. We let our other employees make the cookies since they take less time.“

Cas smiled proudly. “The division of labor seems to be working well. Gabe and I work the longest hours in the kitchen, but we take a turn at the counter too.”

“It’s hard to turn over important things. I worked my way up the chain at my uncle’s shop, so I guess I had more time to get used to it. ” Dean said. “I was a plain ol’ mechanic all through high school. Bobby taught me all the basics, and we planned that I would go to school for a four year degree in Automotive Technology.”

“I didn’t know they had that degree.” Cas sounded surprised. “By the way, you refer to your uncle by his first name, that’s not usually accepted. Why do you do it?”

Dean shrugged. “Bobby is really laid back. He doesn’t like titles. He’s just Bobby, he just happens to be my uncle as well. As for the degree, yeah, it’s not all that common, but I was able to find a good program only a few hours from here. It had a focus on restoration too. I jumped at it.”

“Looking at your car I can see why,” Cas nodded toward Baby on the other side of the window.

“The whole plan was that I would eventually take over the shop. Bobby didn’t have any children and my brother and I were close to him. His wife died of cancer early on and he didn’t remarry. He said he enjoyed being an uncle to us,” Dean explained.

“Gabriel and I had a plan too. We used the years working in other restaurants and pastry shops to teach us how to run a business, and save money to open Pies together,” Cas said. “It’s now been open for three years.”

“My Capstone project for my degree was to do a complete restoration from the ground up. Baby was sitting in a graveyard of cars in a salvage yard because she was mangled from the wreck. The school bought her dirt cheap on the condition that if I passed, I could buy her for the salvage yard price and she’d be mine.” Dean took a long sip of his drink.

“That’s really amazing Dean,” Cas said, and meant it.

“The work really began once I got home,” Dean remembered the long hours, greasy shirts and torn jeans. “I worked full time as manager of the repair shop and started the restoration side. We had about 5 other employees at the time. The big thing was Uncle Bobby had a condition for me inheriting the shop. I had to have an MBA.” Dean said. “He didn’t believe I could successfully run it in today’s world without one. While I was doing all my other duties at the shop, I went to school full-time. I can already see the advantage it’s given me in the daily running of the business.”

“Yes, I can see how it would,” Cas nodded. “All the years working in the business watching shops and employees get run into the ground because of bad management made a huge impact on my brother and me. We didn’t want our business to close because we made too many mistakes. We took everything we learned, including getting a professional to help us with the accounting side, to try to start Pies off right.”

“About 5 years ago Bobby finally turned the whole business over to me. I turned a profit on the restoration business in two years. I was always able to convince people to trust me with their prize cars when I showed them Baby.” Dean gestured toward the Impala. “We gained a following by word of mouth, mostly. My best friend Charlie made a bunch of stuff to show off our work.” He pulled up their website on his phone and turned it to show Cas. “That’s all our show pieces so far.”

Cas nodded appreciatively. “That’s wonderful Dean! We are just now showing a profit at Pies. I know it had a lot to do with the business acumen Gabe and I learned while working other jobs. I still share an apartment with him to save money.”

“I was able to buy the business right out from my uncle thanks to the whole operation running smoothly. I live in a bungalow in one of the older areas of town and it’s not far from the shop, which is nice because I spend much of my time there. And that’s the story,” Dean finished, raising his hands, palms out.

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“Dean, do you realize it’s been over two hours and we haven’t eaten yet?” Cas said. He hadn’t eaten lunch and his stomach was letting him know.

“Seriously, Dude?” Dean’s eyebrows rose. He too hadn’t eaten more than a sandwich, knowing he was going to a pizza restaurant. His drinks were gone as well.

“We’ve been at a restaurant without eating for longer than I ever have been. Now that’s wrong.” Dean spoke as he rose. “Come on, let’s get something. My stomach is growling.”

Cas rose, and couldn’t quite meet Dean’s eyes. “I knew I was meeting you and, to be honest, was too nervous to eat,” he softly confessed.

Dean heard that revelation and his heart stopped for a moment. Surely Cas wasn’t as tied up in knots as he was?. Thankfully they hadn’t ordered yet. He was sure the wait staff was pretty miffed at that, but it wasn’t crowded, so he didn’t care. Dean had an idea and went with his gut.

“Hey, Cas,” Dean suggested, “Why not just get out of here and I’ll make you dinner?”

Cas looked at him and replied, “No, Dean, you don’t have to do that. We can just order pizza and keep talking.”

“Do you really want pizza for dinner?” Dean asked, playing a hunch

“Not really. If it wouldn’t be a bother, I’d love to have dinner with you,” Cas replied sincerely. “I’ve had a fascinating time with you so far today. I don’t want it to end yet.”

“Then let’s hop in Baby, hit the store, and we’ll go back to my place. You’ve been baking all day, and all I did was business paperwork, so you can put your feet up and we can talk while I cook,” Dean said, seizing the moment. “I’m not ready to say goodbye either, and I want something more substantial than a couple of pieces of pizza.”

“That’s good. Let’s swing by the bakery and see what’s left over. Get a sweet or two for dessert,” Cas supplied helpfully, happy they were extending their date into the evening hours. This was beyond what he was expecting when he walked down to the pizza restaurant earlier that afternoon. Cas ran into the bakery and walked out with an apple and cherry pie. “I thought these would go well with whatever cuisine we have,” Cas held up the boxes.

Dean laughed. “Alright then, let’s see what kind of trouble we can get into.”

What was supposed to be an afternoon “meeting” at a pizza restaurant, had now turned into a full-blown date. Neither of the men knew what to think of that. They rode in silence, Each was lost in their own thoughts about how the rest of the night would go.

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Deja Vu

Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Reader is on a hunt with Sam and Dean that brings back some dark memories. While trying to make sure the outcome they know doesn’t happen again, Reader gets themselves into an unfortunate situation and can only hope the brothers reach them before its too late.

Warnings: Childhood trauma, blood, mention of death, injury, hospital

Word count: 2,002

This is my first attempt at anything like this so feedback would be appreciated!

The scene before you was all too familiar. The perfect family home, with the white picket fence and the porch swing. The white picket fence torn apart, the porch swing hanging from one rope. You knew exactly what lay behind the front door because you’d lived it before. And so had Dean.

“Y/N, search upstairs for any kids. Then get them out of here.” You knew exactly what he was thinking. You both knew how messed up it got for kids if they witnessed that kind of trauma.

Sam busted open the door, gun at the ready. It was too late, of course. The parents, probably the same age as the brothers themselves, slaughtered in their own home. The smell made you gag. It always did. You sprinted up the stairs, calling out for anyone there. “Hello? Is anyone up here? It’s okay, I’m here to help.” A door on your left creaked open. “Hey, you. You alright?” You offer a kind smile to the girl hiding behind it. She couldn’t have been any more than six. The same age you were when your parents were murdered. The girl just stood there, sucking her thumb. “Where’s my mama?” she whispered.

“Your parents sent me to come check on you. They don’t want you to stay here anymore, you’re going to move somewhere much nicer. In the meantime, how about we go on a little adventure? You ever stayed at a hotel?” The little girl shook her head. “Great! Well, this will be a fun story to tell everyone at school!” You tiptoe forward and slowly scoop the girl up, careful to position her so she wouldn’t see the sight downstairs as you walked past.

As you reached the front door, you glanced over at Dean. He was pulling a blanket over the bodies, frustration on his face. You knew he’d be beating himself up for being too late. Sam was on the phone, probably to the police. He tilted it away from his ear as he saw you. “Just the one?” You nodded. “Poor thing. Get them straight back to the motel. We’ll be there as soon as the police show up”. You took one more glance at Dean before taking a deep breath and heading out the door.

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The motel was only a short walk away – on the way there, you chatted to the girl, showing her the flowers in people’s front yards, trying to make at least something seem normal. You prayed to God that she hadn’t seen too much, that it wouldn’t torment her for the rest of her life. Watching your parents get murdered is one thing but watching them get torn to shreds by a demon is another.

“This is us! Number 6. Do you know what number 6 becomes if you turn it upside-down?” You fumble in your pocket for the key as the girl confidently piped up “9!”

“That’s right!” You give her a high-five as you open the door. “I bet you’re a whizz at maths, huh? Come on, you must be tired. Or hungry? We could get pizza, hmm?” The little girl walked in slowly, taking the big orange room in. Damn these horrible motel rooms and the tacky décor, you cursed. How the hell was this supposed to be homely?

Still, you gave her a smile and pulled the curtains across as she sat perched on the bed. Once the boys got back you could hand her over to the police – but until then, you just had to not freak her out. “So, pizza? Or do you want to skip straight to ice cream?” You turn around and stopped in you tracks. The bed was empty. She was gone.

There wasn’t enough time for the panic to set in before you felt the knife plunge through your back, bursting your left lung like a balloon. You tried to cry out in pain, but you couldn’t quite gather the breath. As your legs buckled, you glanced up at the little girl above you. The little girl with oil black eyes.

“You thought it was that easy, huh?” The demon cooed, tilting its head to the side. “You were lucky that night, all those years ago. You got out before I could get you, but I’ve never forgotten. I never leave the kiddies behind”.

“You’re sick,” you spat, only to get slapped over the head with the demon’s palm. For the size of a little girl, it was surprisingly powerful. Your eyes stung as you tried to catch your breath. You knew those slashes on the parent’s bodies had been familiar. So familiar you didn’t want to acknowledge it, but now you had to. Anger tore through you as you faced the demon that killed your parents.

“Go back to hell. And leave that girl alone, or I swear to God…” The demon just laughed. “To God? Trust me, he’s not going to do anything. Me, on the other hand…” You flew backwards, slamming into the wall, the knife pushing even further in. You grimaced in pain, desperately trying to free yourself from the suspension. You had to do something about this knife before it shredded your lung to pieces.

“You were the one that got away, Y/N. But not anymore.” A flick of the wrist and a gash tore down your leg, crimson blood shooting out. Then another, this time across your cheek. The demon’s laugh was echoing in your ears as you tried not to scream. The last thing you needed was to be interrupted by other motel visitors who would only be walking into their own death trap.

The demon was rambling. About what you weren’t sure, the room was spinning, and you were too busy focusing on staying conscious to care. But it was a talker, that’s for sure, and you only hoped that would be its downfall.

You were right, which gave you some satisfaction amid the pain. The motel door ripped off its hinges and a shot ran out as the little girl screeched and collapsed to the floor. You fell with her, the demon’s control dying with it.

“Y/N!” Dean ran forward, skidding on his knees as he reached you. You gave him a soft smile as Sam came over and kneeled next to him. “Hey…I’m sorry…I should’ve checked she wasn’t…posse…” You could hardly get the words out your chest was so tight.

“No, no, it’s okay. You were just looking out for the kid. C’mon, let get you cleaned up.” Dean leant over to pull you up. “Dean, wait.” Sam’s voice was sombre as he motioned towards the patch of carpet rapidly darkening beneath you. You felt Dean’s hand reach back and you winced as he brushed over the wound.

“I-I’m sorry” you breathed, barely sure it even came out. “Hey, no, none of that.” Dean’s face might have been a blur, but you could hear the worry in his voice. “It’s just a scratch. We’re gonna get you cleaned up, okay?” Sam had already moved round to your back with the first aid kit. The wound was neat, just the one stab. But it was deep – really deep. He tore some gauze and pushed it tight against your back, feeling the pulsating blood desperately trying to get through. “Dean, we can’t manage this. We need to get them to a hospital,” he was trying to keep his voice low. Not that it mattered; you were slipping away quick. It was a funny feeling, almost like you had opened a dam and were letting the blood flood out with the momentum of a tsunami.

Dean was panicking. He was already worried being back in that situation would hurt you mentally, but he hadn’t even considered the physical risk. You’d got the kid out. He’d killed the demon. Things had gone fine. Except now you were lying on his lap, white as a sheet, eyes blurring. “Hey, Y/N, look at me. LOOK AT ME!” You were trying, really trying, but he just seemed so far away. “Sammy, get the car round. I’ll take over.” Dean reached round and placed his hand on the gauze behind you back, pulling you up slightly into his arms as he did.

“You’ve got to say with me Y/N, alright? No ifs, no buts.” You heard the door slam as Sam ran out and you tried to focus on Dean. Finally, you had an excuse to stare into those forest green eyes without it being weird. “De…” you tried to croak. “Shhh, shh now. It’ll be alright. Sam’s getting the Impala, and we’ll get you to a hospital and they’ll be able to fix you up, okay?” You felt something wet land on your cheek as Dean’s tears mixed with your own. It was really getting hard to breathe now. Every inhale stabbed, every exhale burned. Your mouth tasted like metal, but you forcefully swallowed the blood down before Dean could realise.

Your eyes were becoming increasingly heavy just as you felt your body jerk upwards, forcing you awake. The lights of the Impala blinded you as Dean carried you out the motel and carefully fed you through the open back door. The smell of whiskey, sweat, and gunpowder was strangely comforting. Dean lifted your head onto his lap, stroking your hair, refusing to take his eyes off you. “Sammy, put your foot down” he growled. He knew Sam was already going almost double the speed limit, but that didn’t stop the words coming out of his mouth. The younger Winchester shot a worrying glance in the mirror, not sure if he was more torn by your fragile body or Dean’s broken desperation. He finally saw what it must be like for his brother when Sam was hurt.

They reached hospital after what felt like an eternity. Sam had almost chewed through his bottom lip, and Dean’s hand was numb where he had it clamped tight against your wound. “Y/N, we’re here, okay. C’mon baby, I’ve got you.” Dean shook you lightly and you groaned. You weren’t even sure if you were still alive, if this was all just in your head. You took one weak inhale of Dean’s shirt as he lifted you up before you sunk into darkness.

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The first thing you felt was an itch, right at the centre of your back, but you couldn’t figure out how to move your arm to reach it. You peeled your eyes open, blinking quickly as you realised how bright the light was against your shockingly dry pupils. The room was mostly white – or rather, it was entirely white. Hospital. Of course. The itch wasn’t an itch – it was a damn stab wound.

You turned your head despite the throbbing pulsation running through it and smiled when you saw Dean sitting beside you, head on the duvet, hands clasped around yours. You gave them a small squeeze, barely a movement, but he shot up. “Y/N” he had been crying, that much was obvious. “Y-you look like s-shit, Winch-chester” you croaked, your throat feeling like sandpaper. Dean laughed a tired laughed as he bought your hand up to his cheek. “God Y/N, you scared the hell out of me. Don’t you dare ever do that again, okay?” You nodded with a slight wince, growing increasingly aware of the pain you were in. Dean saw it too. “I’m gonna go get a nurse, and I’ll find Sam, tell him you’re up. Don’t go anywhere, ‘kay?” You smiled as you leant back on the pillow and watched him leave. Despite the pain, you couldn’t help but let out a breath of relief. Dean was there, and he wasn’t going to leave you. Neither of them would have let you die. You’d seen both brothers go to the ends of the earth to save each other, but you never thought they’d do the same for you. Yet they had. Because although you’d always seen them as your family, you finally knew for sure they did too.

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