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Down By The Lake - Part 4

Summary: It was only meant to be a stolen moment between you and your lover Daehyun and ended with him framed for murdering your best friend. With the assistance of your aloof friend Inspector Bang, could you find the real culprit called The Pauper, in time to clear Daehyun’s name?

Pairing: Jung Daehyun x reader ft. Bang Yongguk

Genre: murder mystery / periodic au / horror-ish

Warnings: murder / death / dark content given the nature of the storyline

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Following the pathway out to the lake, you noted the moon wasn’t as brightly lit tonight and it made you uneasy having the darkness follow you along. The air was cooler than it had been and you shivered, rubbing at your exposed arms gently.

You could tell you were spooked, heaven only knew what would wait for you at the end of this path. Your eyes were glued onto your surroundings for anything to jump out at you, knowing Yongguk was taking the other side of the garden right now. You could not even rely on him being in the shadows you passed by and if anything were to happen before you reached the lakefront, he would be too far away to save you.

Could you fight off a killer?

You were unsure of anything currently and the mere thought of rescuing Daehyun felt unreachable. Were you walking into a trap or had you baited Lord Wilsford enough to save yourself and the one you loved?

Your mind was troubled until you saw the water ahead. The lake was still, and you smiled, finding your motivation return.

You would not end with the same fate as your beloved Lucy had, and would catch the culprit responsible for ending her life short that night.

“Y/N,” Lord Wilsford breathed with a charming smile and you slipped into your well-rehearsed role once more.

“My Lord.” Giggling, you glanced around yourself as you stepped closer to him. “It is rather dark out here. Are you certain this would be the best place for our conversation?”

“Did I not tell you I would protect you?”

“And I do not doubt that you will. Still, I stood here just over three weeks ago. Perhaps I am weakened from that experience.”

“No, my love. You chose well to come to me,” he encouraged and you took a hold of his hand, nodding shyly despite his affectionate term making you burn inwardly with contempt. Lord Wilsford grinned triumphantly. “In fact, they all did.”

“They?” Glancing up into his eyes, you saw the predatory nature return, your smile falling short when you realised why you had been alarmed by this look last time.

Lord Wilsford gripped your hand more tightly, affording you no escape. “Of course, I am a man with many charms. And one by one, they came. Just as I expected you to. Now, I did have my doubts, my love, that I must admit to. You were always so adamant you would not fall for my endeavours and it was rather thrilling to keep priming you until you did.”

“Why, I do not quite understand what you are confessing to. I thought you were asking for my hand in marriage?”

“Now that would solve a great deal of my burdens,” he mentioned bitterly and you frowned as he raked a hasty hand through his hair. “Since I am merely a man with a title and nothing else to his name.”

“I do not understand, My Lord. You have everything and more, do you not? Your family has-”

“Been robbed of its rights and entire future!” he announced with a laugh that was evidently out of control. You shuddered and tried to pull away from him as he turned sharply to raise his free hand at you. Flinching away at his impending attack, you began to cry when his hand cupped your cheek instead. “Did you not know? My family lost its reputation thanks to an embezzlement ledger found by a man no other than your father. You made me lose everything I have, Y/N.”

“I have nothing to do with whatever you are talking about!”

“No, but your Daddy and Lucy’s father and Genevieve’s grandfather-”

“Please stop!” you begged, your legs losing their strength. You fell onto your knees and Lord Wilsford laughed victoriously.

“Just as they all had done, you too fall at my feet. Why Y/N, look at you now! Where has your confidence gone?!”

“You killed them!” you blubbered and then looked up to his thunderous expression. “You killed them all!”

“Now, why on Earth would I do that, you foolish girl?! It is laughable that you thought I would marry someone who was found here that night with a stable hand as a lover?! Your standards would never match mine.”

“Do you honestly believe I would want them to? You disgust me. You are The Pauper. That is your title, nothing more!”

“Dearest, I wish I could revel in that title, and I must admit, it is exciting to be given a name. However, I have killed not a single one of them.”

“You did, who else would!” you exclaimed, crying as Lord Wilsford pulled you up to your feet by your hair and then tossed you into the trees.

He smirked. “Stay in the dark this time. The lake was a bit dramatic, do you not think?”

It was then when you realised he had not worked alone. Hands grappled at you, uncaring of their strength from within the shadows and you kicked about wildly, hearing the man groan behind you. You attempted to get to your feet and move out from under the dense trees but your captor was quick to contain you once again.

“Help! Yongguk!”

Biting down on the closest part you could manage, you stunned the killer just enough to scramble to your feet, moving back out onto the pathway. The man followed you, yanking on your hair and throwing you down on the ground. You yelped, feeling disoriented as a dark shadow loomed over you. Just as he went to plunge the weapon he retrieved from his coat into you, you felt a rush of air brush over you and heard the sickening crunch of knuckles sinking into a bone. Blinking off your haze, you watched as Yongguk apprehended the man, closing your eyes in relief.

You were safe and the real killer would end up in Daehyun’s place.

However, you were hasty in relaxing, snapping your eyes open when you were pulled back to your feet roughly. “You know, I did wonder if your easiness to concede to my desires came from a plan of your own. You little wench, I underestimated you.”

“Let her go, Wilsford,” Yongguk demanded and you attempted to fight off the strong arm around you. However, your energy was spent, and your head was spinning. You were certain you had knocked it in the fight to break free and felt a warmth seeping down your forehead. Reaching up blindly, you found the stickiness of your own blood and closed your eyes.

You were going to die tonight.

Despite everything, you grew limp. You accepted your fate, knowing at least with your demise Yongguk would have the authority to not only release Daehyun but name the real serial killer’s name. Although the man Yongguk wrestled with had done the dirty deed, Lord Wilsford had been wrong. The blood of all the women he had wrongfully killed stained him to the very core. He had orchestrated each move, coercing the girls to their deaths one by one.

Even you had fallen trap to his play now.

“Do you think I will? What are you going to do? Let go of the killer or come after me and Y/N? You only get one chance to do the right thing here, Inspector Bang.”

“I will go with him,” you declared, or at least you hoped you had out loud, slipping in and out of consciousness as the hold up continued. You felt yourself being dragged backwards, Yongguk’s cries following you until he fell away from your sight.

You could tell Lord Wilsford was taking you up to the hunter’s den by the way the ground grew hillier. The air was different up here, one you could never forget even if you were on the brink of death. You couldn’t help but smile, at least you would be laid to rest up here with the rest of your family when that time came. You hoped that it would be swift, the pain in your throbbing head making you struggle to stay alert. Eventually, you heard him open the door to the shack, dragging you over the threshold and then dumping you onto the stale bedding. It was colder than you anticipated.

“You ruined everything, you know!”

Opening your eyes, you attempted to focus on the man standing above you. “This is not how it was meant to go, Y/N.”

“Mm,” you hummed, smiling as best as you could. “I did warn you I held no interest in you.”

“Your improper conduct caused you to end up dying by my hands. You were never like the others. I once thought about taming that wild streak in you. Making you my wife and bending your will would have been quite the pleasure. It is a shame really; I won’t get to see the spirit of you leave you through years of entrapment. However, I will watch as it leaves tonight. Slowly, painfully, your body will lose all its life. Perhaps that will be enough for me to enjoy before I meet you in the underworld.”

“You know, I cannot let you do that.” The door slammed shut and you endeavoured to follow the movement within the room. That voice sounded all too familiar and you struggled against your incoherency to figure if you were dreaming.

If that was truly Daehyun, you had to accept you had already passed away now.

You heard the struggle between the men, the newcomer kicking Lord Wilsford until he was firmly upon the ground. “You see, I will not let you take my love away from me. Nor should you have the right to choose when you meet your death, my Lord. That will be at the mercy of police commissioner. You are lucky that I have just enough willpower within me to maintain that you stay breathing right now. If it were up to me, I would send you to hell myself.”

“Please, sp-spare me!” a gurgled plead filled the room and with a final kick, your saviour successfully knocked Lord Wilsford unconscious before working on tying his hands and feet together.

He then crawled over to you and dropped at your side, scooping you up into his arms. You didn’t need clear vision to know it was Daehyun holding you now, and you relaxed into his shaking embrace, vaguely aware of his tears raining onto you.

“Do not give up on your battle, Y/N. You fought this hard for me, now let me get you to safety. Keep breathing!”

You tried to reach out for him one last time, but your world grew dim, your hand falling short as you slipped away from him.

_________________ Part 5

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tempinksailblog · 6 years

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pale breathes his potentially last words, his face as cold and impassive as ever. the revolver, which glimmers in the moon's light, cast through a golden filter to birth an artificial sunshine, clicks like a final bell toll. his grip is steady. "This is hell’s territory, and I am beholden to no gods." ///kingdom au but i challenge u to use pale!!! >:3c [represent or use the dialogue doesn't need to use the extra input inhfhdhdhdgd]

Intruders of Secrets

It’s been almost a week since Ink’s game assassination prank, which was an attempt to scare Template into anger and it clearly worked. He would talk to Ink less and smile almost not at all. Slowly his eyes drooped as the cold winter hit the area, and he seemed half starved after a time. His bones looked brittle, as if he could fall apart and dust at any moment.

Yet, even so, he could still somewhat hold his own for a few minutes while they sparred. He never gave a plea for more food either, not even by looks. The days became very depressing after that point compared to the earlier times. Ink’s “plaything” slowly started to be morning to mess with, so he stopped trying. If Template wanted to eat at the table with the lonely king, he let him, so at least he stopped looking or sounding so starved eventually. Template was better than inviting over nobles to fill the space. They nagged Ink and offered brides to marry, Ink only guessing they wanted power more than anything. As much as Ink didn’t care for much and he didn’t plan to fall in love at least, he didn’t want a nagging, stuck up daughter of a noble. Even if he did end up marrying one, and a noble forced it just for power or riches, an assassin wouldn’t be able to take him down. That was something he felt sure of. Maybe too much so.

· · ·

A figure dug his knife into a castle maid’s back, keeping the weapon there until he hid the body somewhere safe for it to properly bleed out. He didn’t want to leave any traces yet, not until he was at his final destination of the king’s room, then he’ll start the war.

By his observations it was after dinner, and the king moved to his room to be alone. Not even his “pet” would be there. This should be an easy mission.

Once he was at the door, he slowly opened it to not alert the king. He didn’t know if his target was sleeping or just in his room, so he tried to play it safe. Yet, he found Ink on the balcony expanding off the king’s room, looking out into the night.

“I see you’ve finally arrive.” The king unexpectedly spoke, making his assassin taken aback. “Pale, was it?” The assassin didn’t respond, as creepily correct as it was. Pale just started as Ink turns his head to look at the person that planned to kill him. He waited for Pale to respond, but chuckled lightly when he didn’t. “What? Shy to face someone with more power than you?”

Pale just closed the door before breaking into a sprint at the king. Ink let Pale force him to the edge of the balcony, giving a wide grin when the blade stained in his servant’s blood pressed against his neck.

“I’m surprised you haven’t asked how I know so much.” Ink almost laughed, now not expecting a response from his blank attacker, so he continued. “You’re not very good at hiding, you know I can tell when you were stalking me daily since a month ago, you stolen citizen. Error is really bad at training you apparently. Was he like God to you when he killed your parents years ago because you seem like the perfect killer?” Ink sounded mocking, but seemed to be stalling too.

Pale breathes his potentially last words, his face as cold and impassive as ever. His grip is steady on his blade. “This is hell’s territory, and I am beholden to no gods.” Ink’s smile grew more as he heard that and felt the knife press a bit harder. The king reacted quickly by grabbing Pale’s wrist, noticing the hesitation within the little assassin and taking advantage of it. He twists Pale’s wrist and him around and pins him onto the floor, taking the blade from the other’s hand.

“Least you’ll die smart.”

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Template sighed as he finished cleaning the dining table. Usually servers came to clean it up, but they didn’t show up this time so he just did it for them. Where could they be? They know what happens if they miss a bit of the rountine.

Template just made his way to Ink’s room, not feeling up to questioning it too much today. Yet, when he opened the door to the room, he had a rush of a feeling similar to when Ink faked his death. Ink had a blade up to what looked only like a preteen’s neck, even if Ink didn’t look much taller. Ink wasn’t tall to start with.

“What are you doing, Ink?!” Was he trying to paint himself as a killer now, Template wonders, by killing a kid? Ink at least looked up and loosened his grip on the preteen, but keeped him pinned. Pale also looked up and over, since the blade wasn’t so hard against his neck any more, and made Template able to recognize him.

“Defending myself, what else?” Ink made the snarky reply, his voice sounding cold. As much as Template didn’t really like Pale or his morals, trying to teach him better before Template had reached the castle, but he was at least still a learning kid either way. Only twelve last he heard.

“Kids make mistakes and can follow the wrong path without wanting to! Just let him go, it’s not worth it.” Template mumbles, shaking his head a bit as he tries to make a pleading argument. Ink had listened, but didn’t seem to care as he goes for Pale’s neck again and makes Template panic. “He didn’t choose to do this! He grew up in the same system as I did!” He yells to add on.

Ink slowly looked up, taking in the words. “Error’s system?” Template nodded quickly, covering his mouth. Ink thought for another moment, glancing down at Pale below him, before tossing the knife across the room to land flatly on the floor. That explained the fire in Template’s eyelights that seemed to burn, and how he was the way he was. Ink just got up from the floor, letting Pale go.

“Error said once that he would at one point send his best assassins to come kill you…” Template mumbles out, a bit muffled by his hand. “I just didn’t know this soon or him…” Template gestures at Pale. “Yet now it makes sense with my absence and… His lack of care…”

Ink nodded his head slowly, thinking of something. “I guess this rebel group’s project is bigger than I thought.” The king looked at Pale, who was just sitting up with a dead expression. He knew what would happen if he failed, succeeded, or died. In two may the castle get more defensive than before, and in one it falls apart. “So if he wants to send gifts our way, then we’ll take them or kill them.”

Template was a bit frightened, but didn’t say anything until he looked at Pale. “Then what do we do with him?” Ink grows an evil grin and looks at the preteen.

“He can choose. Be loyal to us or Error. Which is it, kid?” Ink’s smile had a hint of bad intentions if Pale chose bad. Yet, the kid just shrugged.

“I guess with you guys is fine.” Pale didn’t really expect the outcome, but it worked for him either way. Ink’s grin didn’t go away, though.

“Perfect! I’m sure you’ll be useful! For now, I know just who to give you to!” Ink seemed too excited. “Follow me!” The king starts to head off. Pale didn’t question it and got up to follow, while Template stayed behind to calm himself. He can ask anything later.

· · ·

A figure moved from the hall corner that had been previously cleared of people. “I see how it is.” They mumbled as they watched Pale leave the room with the king. “I guess we’re going with our second plan.” Then, they walked away as if they were never there in the first place.

· · ·

Ink knocked on a door, waiting for an answer. Pale stood in wait nearby, not having spoke since he made his choice. The door soon opened though for the two, and a tall skeleton stepped out.

“Yes, Ink?” The skeleton didn’t seem fully pleased to see his king.

“Hello, Time! Got you another kid!” Ink states, gesturing to Pale. “Teach him and stuff for me, okay?” Time squinted at him.

“I get the educating, though surprising someone looks right off the streets, but what was that first part supposed to mean?” Time grumbled, two teens popping up behind him as if they had heard Ink. One was dressed in mostly yellow and one was mostly in purple.

“You already have four kids, one more shouldn’t be so bad, right?” Ink had a wide, yet bad meaning grin. Time seem mostly annoyed at Ink, though. “Even if one’s pretty moody.” The purple kid pouted quickly at that.

“That’s not how it works. That’s like comparing a warrior of years of training to fifty new ones and taking them on for training.” Time responds, letting out an annoyed sigh. “But fine, I’ll take him under my care anyways. If it makes you happy at least.”

“Good! I’m sure he’ll be fin to deal with.” Ink’s smile grew and then he spinner around to walk off. “Oh, and…” He stopped suddenly. “People may come for his life or just to use him again. Watch out for that, will you?” With that, Ink was walking away. Time could tell he was at least serious for that last bit.

“I see.” He mumbles, looking over at Pale. “Well welcome to the group, I guess. It may feel a bit over the top at first.” He explains, before starting to walk back into the room. That’s when the yellow teen stepped from behind, while the purple one followed Time back in.

“So what’s your name?” Yhe bright teen asked, beaming a smile. Pale was a bit surprised, not use to the friendly interaction type, but just slowly gave a smile.

“Pale. You?”

“Dream! It’s nice to meet you, Pale!”

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Aaaa a. A a a I finished it! It took a day to type it all up so oof, but I tried a page a day or so to get it done. Kinda my writing goal to get through everything. Finally out of school so I can finally post this too woo! My back hurts so I’m gonna take a break then do some homework

but thank you for the challenge, using my little to no words type of guy until you get him excited excited. :D he was fun to add in, and I used your prompt thingy anyways, just adjusted a bit

~Mod Taco

#mod taco #thank prompt friend #also on status of mod sick look up how the philippines is doing #her school system is kinda shitty too btw #ink sans #template sans #pale sans #dream sans #time gaster #kingdom au #ask prompt #tw blood mention #tw death mention #anonymous

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i4z-0892-il · 7 years

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Eggshells 6

Author: Jena @i4z-0892-il

Summary: AU Serial Killers Sam and Dean Winchester find themselves in a bind when the Reader gets caught in the cross-hairs of their plans.

Pairing: Sam x Reader, Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,001

Warnings: dark!fic, NSFW, 18+, Very graphic descriptions of violence, mature themes, death, mentions of death, torture abuse, language, assault

A/N: This has been one of my favorite fics to work on and I’m pretty proud to share it with you guys, so if you felt something please let me know. I literally survive off of your feedback.

Inspired by my girl @alphvjensen’s incredible story Sex and Violence

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Red droplets splattered across your hands had your eyes transfixed, relinquishing you to a state of catatonia,your mind shutting off in the horror of the sensory overload you'd just endured. You just killed a man. The circumstances didn't matter, none of it made sense. You just killed a man. He was just alive, screaming for help and you killed him. The wet thud as the ax buried itself deep in his clavicle echoed in your head. The warm spray of red on your face was a sensation straight out of a nightmare, but you weren't dreaming, no... If you had been dreaming you'd wake up safe and sound in your bed. Instead you were trapped,Dean's words barreled through your head, you were one of them. He was right, you couldn't leave now, what would you say to the police if you did manage to get free now? You murdered a man, to save your own life. If you hadn't you'd be a dust red stain on the floor too.

“He didn't deserve to die...” You muttered meekly. You didn't deserve to live, not after that. “I....I killed him.”

“Yeah sweetheart, you did.” Dean said, as he crouched at your side admiring your handiwork. “You know, I wasn't sure if you'd do it or not.” He stated, unlatching the magazine from the hilt of his pistol.,“but a killer will always recognize another one.” He finished as he dropped the clip into your dirty hands.

Empty.

You met his eyes mortified by what you'd done, and by what was left unspoken between the lines. The stench of copper and death hung heavy in the stagnant air leaving you little room to breathe. “Oh my god.” You whispered the world spinning around you threatening to pull you under. He took your face in rough, large hands, and pressed his forehead to yours.

“God doesn't exist Y/n. And if he does, he doesn't care. Not about you, not about me, not even about devout Jimmy over there. There is only one power in this world, and now it lives in your hands.” Dean said almost lovingly. You shook your head in defense not willing to even entertain the ideas he was trying to sow in your head.

“No.”

“Yes, Y/n.”

“No!” You shouted, everything around you, the world as you knew it scattering like ash in the wind. Any chance at living a normal life after this forever dashed with once fell swoop.

“Yes! Tell me you didn't feel powerful. Tell me that you didn't feel more alive than you'd ever felt!” He demanded, searching for the truth in your eyes, when you couldn't respond he got his answer. “You're a killer Y/n. Just like me.”

“No!” You snapped. “I'm not like you! You made me!”

“I didn't make you do anything, you have proof in your hands-you were never in any danger.” He said softly, his thumb running over a dot of blood and smearing it across your cheek.”You look beautiful in red.” He said before standing and leaving you alone in the cellar with your corpse.

“You what?!” Shouted Sam angrily. He'd never felt such heat course through his veins in his life.

“I said I took care of it.” Den said nonchalantly as he pulled a swig from her beer; number 8. Who gave a shit how the problem was solved as long as it was solved. You hadn't left the cellar, hadn't even tried, he knew he'd won. There was no need for restraints anymore, you were stuck there now.

“No, Dean, you didn't take care of it. You forced her into this, she had no other choice.” Sam spat venomously.

“She had a choice, and personally I think she chose right.”

“You made her believe you were going to shoot her in the head if she didn't!” Sam shot back. “Dean you've done countless stupid things in the past but this one takes the fucking cake. I told you to wait until I figured out our next move! Not to fill her head with your gas lighting bullshit!” He couldn't even believe he was having to explain just how wrong the entire situation was. “You know, maybe we should have let her go, maybe it's time you were caught.” Sam said, knowing that even if he could go back in time he would have still followed Dean's lead. There were times though, that he wished he was just a little stronger, strong enough to say enough was enough, to just fess up and tell the police everything. But it was Dean, the only flesh and blood he had left in the world, and without him... He couldn't even imagine what life would be like without his brother. This was different though, this was too far, and he couldn't even stand to look at him.

“What would you have done if she'd refused? What then? We'd have two people to deal with because you can't fucking think things through!”

“She wouldn't have refused.” Dean said too nonchalantly. “And it wouldn't have mattered if she did anyways, the guy would still be dead, and not my problem.” Without another word Sam turned away from Dean and walked out of the house. “Oh Sam don't go away mad, just go away.” Dean called after him. The door slammed behind Sam leaving Dean alone again in the home that haunted him. He sat in silence for what felt like an eternity, his eyes trained hard on the floor. His stomach twisted into tight knots,a sickening fog creeping in around the edges of his sanity. There was little light left there, and after what he'd done today he wasn't sure if there was much hope for any of the light returning. Sam was right, he'd gone way too far this time, he couldn't allow himself to admit it, he was not only too stubborn and prideful to admit he was wrong but if he did, how could he ever look at himself again.? The smell of vanilla settled around him easing the tension in his mind. He turned his eyes to the side, not wanting to move too quickly, knowing just how elusive she was, but he needed her there with him more now than ever before.

“Dean what are you doing?” He could almost hear her whisper a cool breath against his cheek.

“I don't know Lis...” He muttered his voice straining, desperate to feel her touch, to have her sweep away his troubles. “I miss you so fucking much Lisa, I don't know what Im doing without you” He should have never put you in that situation, it was too late for regrets now though. Nothing could undo the things that had been set in motion, and no amount of mourning could have brought her back.“She reminds me so much of you. I don't know what to do without you, and she- she's changing everything.”

“Is that so bad?” He heard her this time clear as day, but when he turned to face her she was gone, leaving nothing more than the faint smell of perfume, and the room somehow colder, and emptier than it had ever been. Beer was no longer a strong enough solution for his problems, he stumbled to the kitchen breaking out the whiskey. He paused for a moment deciding whether or not to drink himself to death or not.

Long legs carried him to your side swiftly, Sam knelt at your side. You hadn't moved all day, your eyes firmly on Jimmy's lifeless body. “This wasn't your fault.” He said softly, you turned to him and held the barren gun clip to him.

“I did this.” You choked.

“No Y/n, don't let him get in your head, he did this.”

“I could have done something, I could have fought back. I could have freed him, I could have chosen to let him live. I- I killed him.” You admitted, the flood of everything coming out by saying it out loud. “Sam I killed him!” You sobbed, your body going limp as you caved. He pulled you tightly to his chest as your hysterics reached critical mass. No matter how much you didn't want to believe Dean he was right. Something in you had surged with a terrible excitement, even if it was only a fleeting moment, it was there, and you had no idea how hungry it could be.

He simply held you as you rode out the emotional train wreck that wreaked havoc on your entire self. In the moment Sam became a solid grounding rock, one you hadn't needed in the past, but in the whirlwind 72 hours you weren't able to even comprehend how far off the reservation you'd flown. He held you tightly an with just enough pressure to force some sanity back to a mind past the brink. It'd never occurred to you what you might actually do to survive. Everyone likes to think they'd do the right thing, after all isn't self-sacrifice the most noble thing a person can do? You'd always thought of yourself as a humanitarian, willing to help and learn, if someone was injured you figured you'd try your best to help. But thinking of yourself as a good Samaritan was easy, the doing in the face of your own demise on the other hand- an entirely different matter.

For a moment time hung still in the air as the razor-edged blade of the ax sliced through the air carving through flesh and bone like butter on a warm day. The spray of warm red sizzled electric across any exposed skin; a shock of thunder had quaked your very core as soulful blue eyes locked unreadable on yours. The life drained from him and into you through your fingers, the dangerous might of power coursed through your veins triumphantly. It was the single greatest, and most shameful high you'd ever experienced in your life. It churned your stomach, but not for the reasons it should have, you were disgusted not by the fact that you'd murdered that man, but because you'd enjoyed it. Dean's words crashed through your head like a freight train uprooting your foundations, forcing you to question everything you'd ever known, everything you'd ever thought about yourself.

“You're one of us now.”

Sam watched you lose yourself, the thousand yard stare on your face driving him beyond reason. He couldn't justify Dean's actions anymore, and he couldn't continue to stand idly by and allow the disease of death that followed his family infected and suffocated yet another innocent life. His mind was set and he ran through his plan quickly. He shook you gently, rousing you from your thoughts.

“We're leaving.” He said taking you by the arms to help you stand. A cold chill shot through your body as you started to pull away involuntarily shaking your head.

“No Sam, he said he'd kill me if I tried to leave again.” You pleaded.

“No, no I won't let that happen. I promise Y/n. He won't lay a hand on you again, ever. We're leaving.” He coaxed easing you out of the cellar with as much patience as one could possibly have while in a hurry. He tucked you into the passenger seat of his sleek black charger. He slipped in and backed away carefully, silently. Your heart thumped erratically in your chest as you waited with nervous gaze to the house expecting Dean to crash through the door and shoot you both before you even leave the drive way. Through all of your frazzled nerves Sam remained calm and unmoved, he gripped your hand almost immediately quelling your anxiety. That was just Sam, collected in everything he ever did- careful, methodical. The second he felt he was far enough from the house he hit the gas and tore down the road.

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