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Koi no Yokan | 12

sorry it took so long to get this one out. i've been without a computer for the past two weeks and i finally got my new one in last night. slightly longer chapter to make up for it. things are finally starting to pick up ;D enjoy~

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Kagome tipped him another smile and parted her lips, but before she could say anything, she emitted a big yawn and she was left blinking. Inuyasha felt his lips twitch and he looked away before she could see his amusement.

Fuck, but that had been cute.

“It’s late,” he commented, looking out the window. “You should get some sleep.” He nodded at the chair a foot away. “I’ll sleep in the chair.”

Kagome bit her lip, deliberating. Then before she could change her mind she blurted out, “The bed’s big enough for both of us.”

He gave her a look and Kagome had to grin.

“Okay, so maybe not,” she giggled and he snorted, rolling his eyes. “Still, though. If you find you can’t sleep…” She shrugged, not without a blush, and scooted further down until she could roll onto her side. “I don’t mind sharing. And I…I know you won’t do anything. I trust you.””

“Noted,” Inuyasha drawled, shaking his head, though he was flattered that she trusted him enough to offer. He just hoped she wouldn’t be too trusting in the future with less than reputable men.

“Go to sleep,” he repeated even as another yawn escaped her mouth. “I’m gonna go wash off weeks old grime and dirt and maybe I’ll feel somewhat human.” He paused, then added under his breath, “Well, half-human,” but Kagome was too sleepy to hear, blue eyes blinking up at him drowsily.

“Sha?” she murmured and he paused on his way to the door. She smiled sleepily at him and whispered, “I know I’ve already said it, but…thank you again. For saving me. I’d probably be a lot worse off if…you hadn’t.”

Her eyes closed and she sighed before giving into the throes of slumber, content and trusting enough to fall asleep with a man she’d just met standing in her room.

For some reason Inuyasha’s heart clenched at the sight of her fast asleep, looking so damn small and fragile curled up on that tiny ass bed. He swallowed once, twice, the lump in his throat suddenly making it harder to breathe.

“You’re welcome, Koi,” he whispered before quietly leaving to go wash up, closing the door gently behind him.

He returned roughly thirty minutes later, stealing back inside just as quietly as he had left. A quick look toward the bed revealed Koi was still sleeping soundly. He actually did feel a lot better – god, that hot water had felt amazing – and it felt good to release his hair from the braid it had been in for the last…when was the last time he’d washed his hair? Two weeks? The washroom had even had some decent selection of soaps, and while most if not all were feminine, Inuyasha hadn’t cared because it was soap.

Now, feeling clean and warm and drowsy, Inuyasha wanted nothing more than to pass out and not wake up for a solid six hours. But instead of going to the chair, he found himself walking to the bed instead and slowly sinking down onto the edge.

Koi didn’t stir, her breaths even and deep. He felt that feeling in his chest again, an odd sort of ache, but it was almost…pleasant. She looked so peaceful with her face relaxed in sleep, lips slightly parted, strands of hair resting against the smoothness of her skin. Before Inuyasha even realized what he was doing, clawed fingers gingerly brushed back her hair, his touch lingering and he was rewarded with a gentle sigh from the slumbering woman.

It was ridiculous, and probably a little inappropriate, how fast he decided to screw proprieties sake and slowly lower himself down beside her. She had said she wouldn’t mind, and she was petite, besides. They could both fit on the sorry excuse of a lumpy mattress so long as he didn’t move around too much, which was unlikely given how damn tired he was. And you know what, fuck it. The bed, as thin and shitty as it was, was bound to be more comfortable than the chair and he was allowed to be selfish at least once, goddammit.

Besides, Inuyasha thought as he settled onto his back, putting an arm behind his head as he closed his eyes. I’ll probably never see her again after this, anyway. I can allow myself this thing. This small…nice smelling…thing…

With a sigh, Inuyasha finally drifted off to the land of nod, surrounded by the gentle scent of roses and vanilla.

It was still dark outside when Inuyasha was jerked awake to the sound of a deafening explosion that rocked the entire brothel, jostling the woman curled up against his side into wakefulness. Koi gasped and blinked at him in confusion, but Inuyasha ignored her as three things captured his attention simultaneously.

One, he heard people screaming and the unmistakable shrieks of demons. Two, he smelled blood. Three, dust and debris were raining down from the ceiling. Inuyasha had a split second to grab the woman at his side and hurl them both onto the floor before part of the ceiling collapsed onto the bed.

Koi was screaming, clearly terrified as the building continued to cave in on them as Inuyasha pushed himself up onto his hands with a colorful string of curses. What the fuck—?

“Get down!” he roared and threw himself over Koi, curling himself around her to protect her as the rest of the ceiling, along with some roofing, crashed to the floor right on top of them, the window shattering as half the wall went with it. Inuyasha grunted and grit his teeth as heavy wood and stone struck his back. He felt small arms wrap around his waist, the woman beneath him curling into him and trying to make herself as small as possible, sobbing and shaking in fright.

The building was still crashing around them, crumbling to the ground as the foundation creaked and groaned, threatening to give way. The prince knew they had to get the fuck out of there before they were buried alive. Preferably now and opening his eyes, he was met with the sight of wide blue eyes staring up at him, glistening with fright-induced tears from a face gone white.

With a grunt, Inuyasha heaved and dislodged the debris pinning them down. His back would likely be bruised and sore for a while, but at least he’d been able to protect Koi.

“We need to get out of here before we’re buried,” he shouted over the din, grabbing her arm and hauling her up with him.

“What—what—” she tried, clearly in shock, wobbling where she stood, and then looked down at the floor in horror when it started creaking ominously beneath their feet.

Inuyasha ignored her. With thankfully minimal difficulty, he managed to dig out both his suikan and sword before promptly shoving both into Koi’s arms and then sweeping her up into his own. She gasped and hid her face in his shoulder as he lunged through the opening in the wall just as the entire building collapsed into ruins.

The first thing Inuyasha was aware of as he landed on the grass outside was the village was on fire. The air was thick with smoke, people screaming and crying and running as they either tried to fight off the ravaging demons or escape for their lives. He set Koi on her feet and stunned, she just stood there, gaping at the collapsed ruins of building that had been her home for the past week.

“What the fuck is going on?!” he growled when suddenly Koi gasped sharply, dropped his suikan and sword carelessly to the ground, and took off.

“Sen!” she sobbed as the other woman, also crying, ran to meet her halfway. The two threw their arms around one another in a relieved, desperate embrace.

“Inuyasha!”

The hanyou prince tore his gaze away from the women to watch his second in command jog up to him, face grim.

“Explain,” Inuyasha snapped, scowling darkly and in no mood to fuck around.

“The village is under attack,” Miroku obeyed without question, voice curt. “It’s another horde of blood demons, although this horde is the smartest we’ve come across. Fire, Inuyasha. They’re setting things on fire and blowing things up. How—”

“There’s no time,” Inuyasha cut him off, watching his men strike down demon after demon, some of them half naked, some of them completely bare, but not letting that stop them from protecting innocents. “We’ll discuss what happened later, but right now we need to destroy these vermin and put out the fires.”

Miroku nodded and opened his mouth. Before he could say anything, however, the sound of his name, uttered in a shaky voice and just loud enough to be heard over the pandemonium of the village, had his gaze snapping around to land on an ashen face and wide maroon eyes.

Inuyasha followed his gaze and cursed. Sen and Koi stood a few feet away, arms wrapped around each other, and Sen was wearing Miroku’s purple suikan with nothing underneath. He exchanged a look with Miroku and nodded once. He didn’t know what happened to the Madam or the other girls, and to be honest he didn’t particularly care, but they couldn’t just leave these two here unprotected and vulnerable. Even though he hardly knew Koi, Inuyasha knew he’d never be able to forgive himself if something happened to her.

“Split the men, half on the fires, half eliminating the blood fuckers. I’ll take care of this and join you shortly.” He turned and put his fingers to his mouth before giving a sharp, shrill whistle that pierced the air for several seconds.

Miroku looked relieved and nodded once before taking off to do as he was told.

Stopping to collect his sword and suikan, Inuyasha shoved Tetsusaiga into place at his hip as he stalked toward the two women, holding each other and silently watching him approach. He could smell their fear, but it was strangely dimmed, and their confusion evident on pale faces. He didn’t miss the way Sen tried to push Koi back, obviously still protective of her and Inuyasha had to approve of that, even if it was unnecessary.

“I know you’re scared and wondering what the hell is going on,” he began and reached forward to drape his suikan over Koi’s shoulders. Her eyes widened and she flushed but said nothing, accepting it without question. “But I don’t have time to explain and if you wanna get out of here in one piece, you’re gonna have to trust me.”

Sen frowned, clearly skeptical, and she opened her mouth to say something. But then her eyes suddenly went very wide as she directed her gaze to something over his shoulder and he knew Entei had just landed behind him. Koi gasped and the look on her face was an endearing mixture of delight and awe.

“Entei will take you somewhere safe,” he explained as the large horse trotted up beside him and nudged his shoulder. “He’s not dangerous, and he does what I say without question. So when I say he’s to protect you two until I summon him back to me, he will. Understood?”

To his surprise, Koi nodded with a small smile and the fact that she trusted him already even though she barely knew him had something warm blooming in his chest. Sen, on the other hand, still looked like she was having a hard time processing everything, switching her gaze between him and Entei with a wary look on her face and biting her lip. She kept looking over her shoulder as if searching for something, and he knew she was looking for Miroku.

Inuyasha sighed, impatient, and before either of them could protest he grabbed Koi around the waist and effortlessly lifted her up onto Entei’s back. She gasped, hands fisting in his bright orange mane, and he turned to do the same thing to Sen. She went to step back but he didn’t give her the chance, snagging her around the waist and heaving her up behind Koi.

“Don’t,” he snapped when Sen looked about ready to tear him a new one, face red and brows low over her eyes. “I already said I don’t have time to argue with you, so just fucking trust me, alright? I’m trying to save your life, woman, so let me. Shut up, hang on, and don’t be scared of the fire. It won’t burn you.”

He glared her down and didn’t give her a chance to retort back. He glanced at Koi, who stared back at him with large blue eyes, before stepping back and gently slapping Entei’s rump.

“Get ‘em out of here,” he ordered and the demon horse snorted once before taking off, great hooves pounding into the dirt before giving a mighty leap and soaring into the sky. Predictably the women shrieked in surprise but Inuyasha paid them no mind, already turning around and unsheathing Tetsusaiga in the same movement. He stalked into the fray, ears pinned and scowling darkly.

He had some nasty blood demons to slaughter.

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The Airport

Part 24 of Seventy Percent

Series Summary: When you left on your trip to Vegas, you’d planned on letting loose for one last weekend before heading back to reality and getting your affairs in order so your best friend wouldn’t be left cleaning up your mess when your cancer finally ended your life. What you hadn’t counted on was waking up married to a celebrity who has a knight-in-shining-armor complex, connections with an oncologist, and amazing insurance…

Chapter Summary: You surprise Seb at the airport, eager to celebrate the good news from earlier. The next day, your demons rear up and send you spiraling again.

Word Count: 2,425

The crowd was making you nervous, but you tamped it down. It would all be worth it in a few minutes.

Sitting on the hard chair, you glanced up at the flight board, checking the plane arriving from Atlanta. It had arrived fifteen minutes ago and passengers were just now debarking. You tapped your fingers on the poster board Josselin insisted that you make. As soon as she heard you were going to surprise Sebastian at the airport, she ran out to buy supplies and the two of you (along with Brenda when she didn’t have patients) got covered in glitter and marker as you created your masterpiece.

Glitter now fell to the floor of the airport as you tap-tap-tapped the sign.

You knew there would be pictures. Your flashy sign with Sebastian Stan’s name on it was sure to draw attention. But somehow, you didn’t give a damn. You’d gotten good news this week and he wasn’t there to hold your hand. You weren’t about to waste another second without celebrating it with him.

Passengers started filtering out towards the bag carousel and you stood, waiting to see the short, dark hair you’d grown to love. As soon as you spotted him, you held the sign just below your face, not quite ready to hold it higher and draw even more attention.

Before he spotted you, he drew his phone to his ear and, a second later, yours started ringing. It was slightly awkward to hold the large poster board and grab your phone, but you managed it quickly enough.

“Hey honey,” you greeted.

“Hey. I just landed. I’m headed out to grab a cab. Should be home soon.”

“Cabs?” you asked, infusing your tone with disgust. “Aren’t those dirty? I bet you’d rather have Sean drive you, huh? Don’t wanna get that stylish tan leather jacket you have on dirty, do ya?”

His gait slowed and, even from this distance, you noticed his brow furl in confusion. It was a brief moment, then he started looking around. “You think this jacket looks good, huh?”

“I think the guy inside looks even better.”

You could see the exact moment he saw you. God, you wish you could have captured that smile on his face on film. Then his eyes slipped down to your sign and he let out a full-bodied laugh. Just the sound of it brought your own laughter and god it felt good.

The crowd between you was nothing as he pushed his way to you. A few feet in front of you, he stopped to study the sign. “Baby, how much glitter did you use on that Christmas tree?”

“Josselin,” you said, “Went a bit overboard. And pulled me and Brenda in with her. ‘Sides, I’m from Utah. You can’t go to the airport without seeing signs like these ones welcoming missionaries home. I drew on my memories of those. Glitter’s a staple in Mormon households and I had plenty of friends in the church.”

He chuckled, grabbed the sign from you to hold it to the side, and wrapped his other arm around you. “I love it.”

“I’m glad.” Pulling back just enough to look up at him, your smile took over your face. “I’ve been waiting to celebrate the good news Dr. Chowdhury gave us on Tuesday with you. Couldn’t wait for you to get home.”

“Can’t wait ‘til we get home either,” he murmured, dropping the thick poster board to the ground. It hit the floor and leaned against your legs with a wobble. Within the next moment, his hands were on your face, drawing it up to his.

There was a slight moment where you saw his eyes asking if you were okay with this, but you really didn’t give a damn about the paparazzi. You’d gotten good news and you were finally with the one person you wanted to celebrate it with. So you gripped his shirt in your fingers and raised up on your toes to press your lips to his.

You were never one for PDA, but you sure as hell weren’t one to break a kiss with Sebastian either. The entire would could go to hell for all you cared. You had a great shot at being cancer free in a month, a fuckin’ amazing husband to celebrate with, and life couldn’t get any better for you.

“Sean’s waiting outside,” you mumbled against his lips.

“Mmm… mentioning another guy… kinda kills the mood, sweetheart.”

With a giggle, you stepped out of his arms just long enough to direct him in the right direction. He wrapped an arm around your waist and grabbed your sign with his other hand. Your own arm found its place around his waist and you let him support most of your weight. Sure, you were still buzzing with excitement, but that didn’t negate the exhaustion your treatment was still causing.

“How’re you feeling? Feel up to grabbing dinner somewhere?”

“Mmm.” You considered for a moment. “Yeah. Long as I can get some decent pasta.”

He grinned down at your upturned face and pressed a quick kiss to your brow. “Anything for you.”

“Okay, girl, how are you and that sexy husband of yours so fuckin’ cute?”

Jasmin’s question made you laugh. “Did pictures from yesterday get posted?”

“I just sent you links. Seriously. You guys at the Met? At Thanksgiving? Now at the fuckin’ airport?” You put your phone on speaker and set it beside you. Maybe it was the exertion of surprising Seb at the airport yesterday, but you were so exhausted. Your entire body was pudding. Holding your phone up to your ear was hard enough. “Seriously, if I didn’t know better, I’d think you two got married for real. For, like, true love or some shit like that. Cause that’s what the pictures online make it look like.”

“True love. Like in Enchanted? Seb would be Giselle, and I’d be… whoever McDreamy plays. I forgot his name. Obviously I’m far too logical to be Giselle.”

“And Seb brought you into his wonderful, magical life of hope and optimism.”

“Oh, fuckin’ shut up. Don’t make this cheesy analogy worse than I intended it to be.”

“Since when are you two kissing, huh? Little Miss Independent? Little Miss I-Can’t-Let-Anyone-Into-My-Life-Because-I’ll-Ruin-Their-Lives? Little Miss I-Don’t-Need-Love—”

“Okay, okay, you can stop it right there.”

“Stop it right where?” She asked petulantly. “Right at looooove? Huh? Now why would you be touchy about that word? Gee, I wonder…”

“Okay stop this little bit you goin’ on. It’s not cute.”

You could just see her shit-eating grin from thousands of miles away. “Babe.”

“Babe,” you returned, glancing towards the door. Sebastian was working out. He wouldn’t join you at the hospital for another fifteen minutes at least. There was no way he would overhear this conversation. “I know what you’re getting at.”

“And?”

“And stop it. Look, I—” you cut off and took a deep breath to collect your thoughts and feelings. “I’m not stupid. I-I-I know this isn’t just… just a fake marriage anymore. Not really. There’s… there are feelings. And I’m not the best at feelings, but even I know that this isn’t really the best situation to, you know, develop actual feelings for people.”

“Shut up. Just shut up, Y/N.”

Geez. You’d never heard her so sharp.

“Look, Y/N. I love you. You know that. You’re my best friend—hell you’re practically my sister. And I know that the logical part of your brain has been analyzing every interaction you’ve been having with Sebastian and looking for any reason to yeet the fuck right out of his life as soon as you can to minimize damage, but take a fucking step back, babe.”

“To take a step back, I’d have to know where I’m actually standing.”

“Look at those pictures people posted from the airport, Y/N. Look at how Seb looks at you. How you look at him. He’s an amazing actor, but no one could fake that look.” She paused, probably for dramatic effect. “You know where you stand. Neither of you have the balls to say it yet, but you both know.”

You stared at the bag of chemicals being pumped into your body. What did it say about you that the only way to stay alive was to have chemicals pumped into your body that literally made your own cells attack each other?

“Babe?” Jaz’s voice broke through your thoughts. “You’re real quiet over there.”

“I’m just thinkin’.”

“Think out loud. I can’t help you if you’re silent.”

I think that’s the point. “I just guess I never really thought about what would happen when this is all over, you know? I let Seb con me into hoping it’d end well and that I’d have the surgery and I’d live… but I don’t think I ever really believed. Not until this week.”

“And? What do you want to happen?”

“I don’t k—”

“You do know. Y/N. You know. It’s just you and me here. What do you want to happen?”

“Jaz, it’s not that eas—”

“It is that easy, Y/N. After your surgery, what do you want to do?”

“I don’t kn—”

“Y/N!”

“I wanna stay here!” You gasped as soon as the words were out of your mouth.

“And?” Jasmin prompted quietly.

“I wanna stay with Seb,” you said, more quietly. “Holy shit.”

The silence was far too loud and, for the first time in this conversation, you were glad when Jasmin spoke. “Feels good to say it out loud, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah,” you breathed, closing your eyes against the sudden head rush. “Yeah it does. Fuck. Shit, I think I’m gonna puke.”

Jasmin had the gall to laugh at you. “I’ve been waiting for you to fall in love with someone forever. You’ll never make fun of me for eating ice cream and watching Criminal Minds for two weeks after a breakup again.”

Breakup?

“Though,” she continued, “I sincerely believe that you won’t go through a heartbreak with Sebastian.”

“I need you to shut up right the fuck now, Jaz.”

“Look, babe, you know I’m your guide to self-realization. You can’t—”

“No, seriously Jaz. Shut up. I-I-I don’t know if it’s the conversation or the tumor, but my head is swimming right now. I’m…” You took in a deep breath, hoping it would help. It didn’t. “I think I need to… take a nap, maybe. Eat some food. Forget about all this emotional shit for a hot minute.”

“You’re not gonna forget.”

“I’m gonna sure as hell try.” You considered how long that would last and rolled your eyes. The motion caused the pain in your head to spike and you immediately regretted it. “Until I see his stupid face, I guess. Then it’ll all come right back.”

“Mmhmm. Well, take it easy, okay? All joking aside, I’m super happy for you and you know that my number one priority is seeing that cancer eat its own ass, right? Whatever else happens in your life, we can handle. Good or bad.”

“Yeah, I know. You’re the reason I stayed alive long enough to actually get out of Wyoming. I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for you.”

“You’re makin’ me blush, Y/N/N. Take a nap, okay? When you wake up, you’ll be back to your anti-emotional, super-logical self and the world will be right again.”

Her words forced a soft laugh from you, even as your eyes stayed closed. “Yeah, okay. Hey, I’m sure we’ll talk before then, but if we don’t… I’ll see you on the twenty-seventh.”

“Celebrating New Years in New York, bitch!” She crowed, punctuating her statement with a loud Wooo!

“New Years in New York,” you agreed, lips pulling up into a smile. “Just like we’ve dreamt of.”

Jasmin was quiet for a minute before she laughed. “Dreams do come true. You just got my dream of marrying a celebrity.”

And your dream of…

“I’ve never really had a dream.”

“We both got out of that shitty town. That was your dream. You got away from your family’s chains.”

“Did I?” You asked bitterly. “Fuckin’ reporters brought up that drama as soon as they figured out who I was. ‘Sides, Jaz… I have blood on my hands.”

“You didn’t have a choice”

“We always have a choice.”

“Your father had a choice. And he made the wrong choice every damn day.”

“I still took that choice away from him. Just like he did to me and my sister.”

“No, no, no, no. Babe, you are not going down this road again. Not now. You got amazing news earlier this week. Stop letting your dead dad ruin it.”

“My dead dad is dead because of me, Jaz.”

“It was self-defense, Y/N. Self-fucking-defense.”

This was definitely not the way you wanted your mood to go today, but you had years of practice going into this hole and your few months trying a healthier way with Sebastian just faded away. There was no crying baby to draw you from your thoughts. “There was no imminent threat. Self-defense wouldn’t hold up in court, Jaz. He was asleep. I should have just run away.”

“And leave your mom with him?”

This was an argument you and Jasmin had many times. She was the only person who knew the truth. Well, her and your sister.

You huffed heavily, ready to repeat your lines in the scene. “Well, she killed herself a few years later, so what does it fucking matter.”

You killed your abusive father, your emotionally distant mother killed herself, and your sister, who abused her own sons, killed her own abusive boyfriend.

God, why did you ever think you would end up any different?

A brittle, bitter laugh escaped your lips, sending a spark of pain from your head down to your chest. “I’m gonna take that nap now, Jaz. See you in a week.”

“Y/N, we are not ending this conversation like—”

You hung up your phone and immediately set it on silent.

It was just your luck to find an amazing guy, a guy who actually made you fall in love with him, and then realize at the last moment that you would never be able to deserve him. You would always be walking on glass, waiting for some latent gene to spark and turn you into a monster.

Yes, you wanted to stay with Seb after the surgery… but you couldn’t.

The original deal was to get a divorce after this was all over.

You had to make sure that’s what happened.

You guys didn’t really think I’d keep everyone happy forever, did you? And what about that bombshell about her killing her dad? Anyone see that coming?? Where will they go from here?

CHAPTER 25: THE COLLAPSE

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PREVIEW: All I Ask - Chapter 2

NEW CHAPTER: JUNE 20, 2020

There’s a crackle as Steve’s body collides with the ground, but whether it’s from the gravel he’s landed on or his bones cracking from the force, he’s uncertain. Between the pain radiating from the gash on his leg and the deafening ring in his ears, he’s unable to focus on anything other than how heavy his body feels. The desire to stay down and succumb to the darkness that’s lurking in his periphery washes over him suddenly, becoming far too tempting as he struggles for breath, and as his eyes begin to fall shut, it’s almost irresistible.

But staying down isn’t an option. He knows it’s not, even when it feels like he has nothing left to give. It takes a Herculean effort, so much so that he can’t stop the wince from breaking out across his face, but he wills himself to roll ungracefully to his side.

“In all my years of conquest… violence… slaughter,” he hears Thanos say from yards away. “It was never personal.” The Titan takes a pause, and when Steve looks up, the smile on the monster’s face is nearly audible as he continues, “But I’ll tell you now… what I’m about to do to your stubborn, annoying little planet… I’m gonna enjoy it very, very much.”

The ground rumbles with the force of thousands of footsteps approaching, of ships landing, and weapons being drawn. His gaze sweeps across Thanos’ army filling the other side of the terrain, and he swallows hard at the sight. On his flanks, Tony and Thor are still out cold, and he can’t bring himself to think about what else has happened to everyone else. Whoever else they’ve lost.

He lets out a groan, loud and guttural, as he forces himself to his feet. He huffs out a breath, gritting his teeth as he fastens the strap on what’s left of his shield and begins to limp towards the fight. He’s all alone, all that’s left. One man with nothing more than half his weapon and his will to fight.

And it’s going to have to be enough.

“Steve,” he hears a voice whisper, soft and saccharine. “Can you hear me?”

He pauses, letting out a tired chuckle. The metallic taste of blood in his mouth must only be the tip of the iceberg as far as his injuries go. His mind must have gone long before, because there it goes, the one voice he wants to hear, drowning out the ruckus of the battalion before him. Perhaps this is a kindness - a gift from the world he had given his life to save once before, and, as it stands, again in this moment. If its demise is here, then so be it. But at least let this voice be the last sound he hears before he perishes along with it.

“Steve, it’s me. Can you hear me?”

A smile grazes his lips. You’re all I hear.

“Turn around, Steve.”

A spark cuts through the gloom of the battlefield when he looks back, growing bigger and glowing brighter by the second as he stares in astonishment. A figure emerges from the light, slowly and torturously so, and vaguely, he’s aware that the portals have multiplied, lighting up the field as if the sun has shone over them. But as he focuses on the shadow coming towards him, his heart stammers in his chest. Neither pain nor delirium could keep him from recognizing the poise and confidence in its gait. And as it moves forward, revealing itself, he’s filled with something he thought he’d never feel again – relief.

In the midst of the ruins of what was once their home, Natasha’s onyx suit gleams, and the light of her batons is as fiery as the one illuminating her emerald eyes. She turns to him, her smile as sweet and mesmerizing as the one she had sent his way before this nightmare had begun. “Hey, soldier.”

Steve bolts up in bed, his chest heaving as cold sweat drips down his temple. He feels around him, and when his hands land on nothing but the softness of the sheets, he inhales deeply in an attempt to get his breathing in order. It was just a dream. He repeats the words in his head, mouthing them silently. It was just a dream.

When his breathing slows, he takes in his surroundings. Even in the dark, he makes out the fading yellow of the walls, and the pictures in the frames littering the shelves before him with the faces of three young children remind him that he isn’t on the battlefield, but in the guest bedroom of Clint’s home. With a sigh, he rises to look out the window. The light of dawn lingers low in the Missouri sky, painting the landscape of the Barton family farm in tones of rich purples and oranges. But in spite of the impending sign of a new day, he feels his hands clench into fists at his sides, and before he can let his emotions get the better of him, he finds himself dressing and swiftly making his way out the back door.

The barn is empty, and he searches frantically for something – anything – to do, as if what’s left of his sanity might just slip if he keeps still, and he doesn’t even think twice when he sees the axe on the workstation. He picks it up, heading towards the pile of firewood on the side of the room, and as he strikes the blade against the wood, he can no longer keep his thoughts from running amuck. Now more than ever, he feels like there is a heartless irony to his existence. When they’ve come as close as they have to not witnessing another day, the opportunity to live a new one shouldn’t bother him and make his heart feel like a weight in his chest, but they do. And it’s without a scintilla of a doubt that he knows that it’s all to do with the costly price they’ve had to pay to forge this reality.

The end was supposed to justify their means. And in many ways, it does. Families are reunited. The Earth remains in orbit. Half of the galaxy’s life has been restored. But even so, their losses haven’t felt minimized to any degree. The world could sympathize with the fact that Tony would never see Morgan grow up or that Natasha would never get to live the life she fought arduously to deserve, but they won’t hear Pepper’s sobs at night. They won’t hear the anguish in Clint’s voice when he reminisces with Nathaniel about his namesake. And they most definitely won’t hear his screams when he dreams of the life he and Natasha could have had, only to have it ripped away time and again by morning.

The last thought causes him to grip the axe more tightly. It’s been days since their time heist and since they’d defeated Thanos and his army for good, and though sleep has been difficult to find, on the off chance that he did, he’s been haunted by this recurring dream and the subsequent affliction of waking up to find that it was indeed just that. The sacrifice hadn’t been undone. Natasha hadn’t come back to them, to him. And in a world where stealing time has become a possibility, it’s a cruel, twisted joke that just having another minute with her, is not.

Tell me after. When we get our family and friends back. When we’ve restored half the universe. When we’ve won.

Her words from that night echo in his mind, her voice as sweet as it is in his dreams. But it only fortifies the bitterness coursing through his veins, intensifying the effort he exerts as he brings the axe to the wood over and over again. They were foolish to think they could leave the words they wanted to tell each other for a better time – as if they knew for certain that they had more than what they had at that very moment. And now here he was, back in his own fresh hell, alive if only to relive the vicious cycle of losing the person he loves. Though this time, he’d lost much more than the promise of one dance.

A pained groan slips from his lips as his restraint crumbles, and he sends the axe flying towards the wall, the blade embedding into the wooden panel. He brings a hand up to his face, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Fuck.”

“Might just be me,” he hears someone say, “but that’s looking a little too fine for the fireplace now.”

He looks down at his feet, and he has to blink away the tears he hadn’t realized had filled his eyes to see that he had turned the log into mulch. With the back of his hand, he wipes his tears away before turning to find Clint lingering by the work bench, his sweat-drenched shirt a reassurance that he’s not the only one that sleep has alluded. He sighs. “You can’t sleep,” he says, watching as Clint stares at him for a second, unsure if he should be surprised or impressed that his words had come out as a statement of fact instead of a trite question, but he only shrugs. Preamble meant little to him now.

“Every time I close my eyes…” Clint says, “I see her falling.”

He looks back down at the ground. He knows better than anyone what that’s like, to have a horror movie play in your head repeatedly without the power to shut it off. The image of Bucky falling from the train haunted him for years, and some nights, even when he knew his best friend had survived, it still did. But he doesn’t dare offer Clint any advice - damn if he knew how to make it stop.

“I think I’d be better off with nightmares,” he says, his voice steady even when his gut feels anything but. “Because at least they wouldn't be a lie. But all I keep getting are dreams that she’s not really gone.” He does not even look up to see Clint’s reaction as he adds, “I can deal with the pain of reality. I think it’s all I’ve ever really known since I came out of the ice. But this… hope? This feeling like there’s got to be some way to bring her back and I’m just missing it?” He shakes his head. “It’s a demon I don’t know how to slay.”

“It can’t be undone,” Clint says softly. “You know it can’t, Steve.”

“Do I?” he says heatedly. “God, what do I know? What do any of us really know? Every goddamn thing we thought was impossible turned out to be possible!” He steps forward. “So, tell me, Clint, after everything we’ve been through, everything that’s happened, what do we really know anymore?”

“I know she’s not here,” Clint says, throwing his hands up in frustration. “My best friend isn't here!” He scoffs. “She didn't choose to become what they made her, didn't get a say in any of it… But she atoned for those sins all the same.” His voice falls to a tormented whisper. “She deserved this win more than anyone I know."

His expression softens at the agony that pains Clint's face. "She fought to own her choices,” he says. “You couldn't have stopped her. Even I know that."

"Yeah, she fought for it,” Clint says, his chuckle devoid of any humor as he looks back at him. “You're right, maybe we don't know a fucking thing anymore, but what I do know is that she is not here."

“It had to be her.”

His head whips in the direction of the barn’s door, as does Clint’s, and they both share a look when they find Stephen Strange leaning against the frame.

“But I have reason to believe there is more to her sacrifice than previously thought,” Strange says.

Click here to read Chapter 1 on AO3.

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𝕄𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕚𝕥 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕜 (Ch.5: Wasted.)

A/N: This was a fic I’d originally posted on Wattpad last year. Hope you guys enjoy!

Description: Working for Mr.Yoo Kihyun was an absolute nightmare; Y/N hated everything about him, and was convinced he was either part demon or at least some sort of reptilian hybrid- never in a million years would she have expected to learn that he was, indeed only human, and even worse; that he might even be…likeable?

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I tossed and turned all night. How could I focus on sleeping when I just singlehandedly embarrassed myself like this? I couldn't even bring myself to reply to Kihyun's message.

The sun streamed in through my partially open curtains and went across my face. I never wanted to get out of bed, but today was especially difficult. My alarm sounded, but instead of turning it off, I just let it ring.

"What is my life..." I whispered, turning over in my bed.

Finally, I became annoyed with the high-pitched ring, and I decided to shut the alarm off and get out of bed. I stretched, and immediately felt the tension in my body. I let my arms hang limp at my sides as I walked over to my bathroom, lightly kicking the door open.

I got dressed quite slowly- much slower than I normally would. I made minimal effort to look nice- I looked just presentable enough to pass as an office worker. As I got to the door, my phone started ringing in my purse. I pulled it out to see Lizzie's name on the screen.

"Hello?" I held my phone between my cheek and my shoulder as I locked the door behind me.

"Just remember- it's not a big deal. Just tell him you thought the cupcake was pretty so you wanted to take a picture," She reassured me.

I shook my head, though she couldn't see me, "He'll know I'm lying. He always knows," I said.

"He will not- You act like he's your father or something," I could imagine her rolling her eyes as she spoke.

"Correction- my father is less scary than Kihyun," I said, stroking my forehead with worry.

I hopped in my Uber and headed to the office. On days when I couldn't wait to get to the coffee bar and see Shownu, the rides to the office seemed dreadfully long, but of course, the one time I could use a million-hour car ride is the day that traffic seems the lightest it's been in months. When we pulled up, I almost dragged my feet across the sidewalk.

I opened the doors to the building and kept my head low as I walked in. I spotted Shownu across the lobby and I slowly walked over to him. Usually, my heart would be fluttering in my chest at the sight of him, but all I felt was a sinking feeling in my chest from the fact that I would have to face Kihyun.

Before I could get to the counter, Tiffany beat me to my spot. I could only see the back of her, but judging from her tone of voice that she was probably smiling- maybe even blushing as she ordered her latte with extra foam.

The only thing keeping me from finding her completely annoying, was the fact that i was avoiding having to go up to the top floor for as long as possible. Today, I welcomed the interruption in my schedule.

As Tiffany chatted Shownu up (of course, he was much too polite to tell her to shut up so the next person could order, but I sure wasn't gonna interrupt her either), I heard a familiar clearing of the throat behind me.

My eyes slowly closed as I braced myself for Kihyun's death stare. I slowly turned around, and of course, there was Kihyun.

"I need to speak with you."

His expression was cold and intense.

"I-" I began before being interrupted by Shownu's deep voice.

"Y/N," He said with a smile, "You're up."

I looked at Kihyun and pointed at Shownu, "I gotta- excuse me," I said, walking up to the counter.

"No mug?" Shownu asked.

I smiled exaggeratedly, "Not today- can I get a large?" I asked.

"Do you even need to ask? I know your order by heart," He chuckled as he revealed a large coffee from behind the pastry display.

My heart fluttered a little bit, but it was interrupted by Kihyun's harsh voice, "Y/N."

It startled me, but I tried to play it off, "Thank you, Shownu," said, sliding the money over to him.

He looked down at the money, and then looked at me. Without a word, he took the money and set it off to the side, "Come again," He said, his smile fading slightly.

I grabbed my coffee and then turned back to face Kihyun.

"Let's go up to my office," He said, immediately turning to walk toward the elevator.

I trailed behind him, like a horse to the slaughter.

The elevator ride was silent, making it seem much longer than usual. He didn't even pull out his phone the way he usually would- he just stared straight ahead. His expression, however, did seem to soften a little bit.

He lead me into his office and he sat down in his seat. I closed the door slowly behind me, and I sat down in the seat directly in front of his desk.

"You...wanted to speak to me?" I asked.

He didn't answer me for a while. It looked like he was in his thoughts, so I didn't speak again.

"Y/N, I consider myself a very professional man. I do my best to not get too close to my employees- not just for my own sake, but to avoid making my workers feel uncomfortable. Do you understand?" He asked, his tone was much softer than it usually was.

I stared at him for a moment before nodding.

"I don't know if maybe you misread my kindness yesterday, and if you did, I sincerely apologize," He continued, "but I meant nothing by my gesture yesterday. I was going to get myself food, and I knew staying late meant you'd miss dinner," His eyes seemed to search mine.

"Damn it, Y/N, are you even listening?" He asked, irritated at my silence.

My heart started beating faster as I felt the familiar feeling of wanting to run away.

"I..." My voice was quiet, "I just thought the cupcake was pretty, and I meant to send it to someone else..." I said.

His eyes were fixed on me for a moment, "Hm, is that so?" He asked incredulously.

I nodded, "Yes."

He sighed, "Well, as long as that's the truth," He saiid sarcastically.

I looked down for a moment, "It is," I said as I stood up, "was that all?" I asked.

He didn't look at, or answer me. I took it as my cue to leave.

When I walked out of the office, I slowly made my way to my desk.

The rest of the day went by quickly, and soon, everyone was packing up. I wondered what it would be like staying late today. After the last people headed into the elevators, I turned my attention back to my screen and proceeded to look over the draft of the contract that Mr.Lee's father was going to sign.

Kihyun's door opened and he held an open file in his hands as he walked out. He glanced over at me and stopped in his tracks, "You may go home," He said, looking back down at the file.

I was confused, "But...don't you need me to stay to look over the-"

"Go home," He said walking over to a filing cabinet at the far end of the room.

My blood was boiling, but I held my tongue and grabbed my things. Without realizing it, i was stomping to the elevator doors.

I got to the lobby and started walking toward the door, until I heard my name being called.

"Y/N! Y/N!" I turned to see Shownu jogging toward me.

"Shownu?" I was surprised at his eagerness to reach me.

"Here," He said, reaching out his hand.

I reached mine out to see what he was trying too give me, and when he finally dropped it in my hand, I shook my head, "Wait, why are you giving this back to me?" I asked.

He smiled, "I could tell you were having a rough morning... here's my effort to make it better?" He said.

I smiled, "You can't just keep paying for my coffee," I laughed.

He smiled and shrugged, "Says who?" He asked.

I looked down, my face turning hot, "Well, thanks Shownu..." I said shyly.

He smiled and then, to my surprise, reached up to graze my cheek with his finger, "Don't worry about it," and with that, he turned around to walk back to the counter.

Though my day was absolutely terrible, at this moment, I felt like I was on a cloud.

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By Friday morning, I'd managed to finish everything up for the building permits. I was quite proud of myself. I put everything in order and knocked on Kihyun's office door.

"Mr.Yoo?" I called through the door.

"Come in," He said.

I walked into the office and walked to his desk, setting the stack of papers on his desk, "I'm done."

He glanced at the stack, "Alright."

I stood there, waiting for a 'thank you', but after realizing I wouldn't be getting one, I walked out of his office.

It's the weekend. It's the weekend. It's the weekend.

By the time 6:30 rolled around, I was already packed and ready to go home. As I stood up from my desk, Kihyun came out of his office and cleared his throat, "Y/N."

I held onto the strap of my purse as I waited for him to speak.

"I found some mistakes in the contract. I thought you had made a draft beforehand," he said, crossing his arms. Though he wasn't buff, the way he stood made his muscles bulge a bit through his dress shirt.

"Mistakes? I made sure there weren't any- I revised it like six time," I explained.

He sighed, "You'll need to fix the mistakes before Tuesday. Take the weekend," He said, putting the stack of contract information on my desk, and turning back to walk into his office.

I snatched the papers off of my desk and shoved them aggressively into my bag.

When I got to the lobby, I was so mad that I flew past the lobby and headed out to my Uber, all without a single glance back.

I was ready to get wasted.

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The Hart III: Secrets

Chapter Nine- Fever

Series Masterlist

Summary: Three months… Dean was gone for three months and now he’s back. He’s back and he truly has no idea how much things have changed. Life moved on while Dean was in Hell, and now things are complicated. With new faces and troubles right around the corner, will the trio find a way to come back together? Or has all hope been lost?

A/N: Okie dokie, the ep Monster Movie? I skipped it. Why? I loved the ep, don't get me wrong, but since my last chapter- seeing as Lizzie's taking some time away from the guys- I felt like skipping the ep was the most logical thing. Everything would have happened pretty much exactly like it did on the show, only Dean would have been pissed that he had no idea Lizzie had a boyfriend- which Sam had filled in the blanks about- and he wouldn't have stopped worrying about her either.

Warnings: Angst. Violence.

Bamby

EPOV

Taking a deep breath, I pushed open the door to the diner I'd agreed to meet the Winchesters at. It had been a few weeks since I'd run off with only a letter to assure them that I would be fine. During the time apart, Sam and I had shared a few phone calls, but I'd avoided all and any contact with Dean. Out of fear.

But now there was no running. No hiding. It was time to face him.

I saw the backs of their heads as they sat at one of the booths. They were silent, waiting. It made me a little more anxious, knowing that they were expecting me any second.

You can do this.

Walking passed, I slid into the seat across from theirs and looked up at them. "Hi."

Sam shifted where he sat on the edge, a light smile playing on his lips. "Hey, Lizzie."

Dean turned away from the window to meet my gaze. "Tristian didn't want to come in and introduce himself?" he asked. He wasn't happy, that was clear in his tone.

I sighed, having expected something like this. "He did, but I thought it would be best he meet the two of you under less tense circumstances."

Frowning, Dean looked from me, to Sam and then back to me. "You're telling me, you just spent the last few weeks doing God knows what, with a guy neither one of us have met?" He shook his head. "What the hell were you thinking, Liz? This guy could be a serial killer for all you know."

Rolling my eyes, I leaned back in the seat, feeling less tense and more annoyed. "One, I can take care of myself. Two, what I do is my business and not yours. And three, he is a killer... he's a hunter." Crossing my arms across my chest, I glared at Dean. "A hunter who doesn't mind that I have psychic powers, might I add."

This is what we were really doing here. This is what I'd met them for. To talk about how we were supposed to go forward, now that we knew my powers were growing just like Sam's were.

"Lizzie," Sam's smile slipped as he looked at my empathetically, "we don't mind-"

"Dean does," I noted, cutting the youngest Winchester off.

"No. He doesn't." Sam turned to give his brother a pointed look. "Right, Dean?"

Looking out the window again, Dean's jaw tensed as he hesitated a moment before speaking. "I'm not gonna lie, Liz. It scares the hell out of me." Turning his gaze to me, he went on, "But I know you don't have any control over what's happening to you. And I know you and Sam need support, not judgment."

Shifting in my spot slightly, I felt a little uncomfortable with the weight of their gazes. Sam and Dean, they meant a lot to me. They're approval meant more than anyone else's. More than Bobby's, Ellen's and Jo's. The brothers were my best friends, and I wanted nothing more than they're support, loyalty and respect.

"Have you..." Sam cleared his throat, trying to figure out the best way to go on. "Have you, you know... figured everything out?"

"You mean, have I learnt how to control the fact I can now start fires with my mind?" Looking down at my folded arms, I shrugged. "Things are better."

"Have you been using the power?" Dean asked.

"No." Sighing I looked to each brother. "I'm not stupid. If the angels don't want Sam using his powers, they won't want me using mine. I know they came from a demon. I know they're meant for bad. So, I'm gonna try not to set things on fire. Try. But it's not like I'm a pro at controlling it right now."

"And your other power?"

My eyes snapped to Dean. "That power has saved all of our asses more than once. Castiel hasn't said anything about it, so as far as I'm concerned, it stays."

Dean and I sat there, staring at each other, almost glaring. The tension between us grew with each passing second. It was clear he wanted me to give up all of my powers, but just like with everything, compromising was the best we could do, because there was no way I was giving it all up.

Moving things with my mind wasn't as bad as setting things on fire. Besides, I'd been using telekinesis for so long, I was practically a professional now. When it first started, I could barely move a spoon in my coffee. Now? Now I could break trees, move objects like cars, and so much more. Restrictions were minimal to me now.

But none of that mattered to Dean. He wanted it gone, wanted me to stop. He thought it was dangerous, reckless, like playing with a ticking time bomb. His worry wasn't just about what I- or Sam- might do, but also about my safety. None of us knew what might come from me using the power so much, and that scared Dean, I knew that. But he didn't have to be a dick about it.

Clearing his throat, Sam spoke as Dean and I continued to stare at each other, "So, does this mean you're back? You're hunting with us again?"

"If that's what you boys want."

"We just want you safe, Liz."

"I can handle myself, Dean."

"You sure about that?"

"Okay." Sam smiled awkwardly, trying to soften the mood as he went on, "Well, Dean and I think we might have a case. So, you ready?"

Giving a short nod, I slid out of the booth. "Let's go."

DPOV

Liz, Sam and I stood in front of the coroner as he unzipped the body bag that sat in front of the four of us. "Agent Tyler, Agent Perry, Agent Whitford, meet Frank O'Brien."

"He died of a heart attack, right?" Sam asked.

"Three days ago."

"But O'Brien was forty-four years old and," Sam opened O'Brian's folder, "according to this, he was a marathon runner."

"Everybody drops dead sooner or later." The coroner shrugged. "It's why I got job security."

"Yeah, but Frank kicked it here," I noted. "Now, just yesterday, two perfectly healthy men bit it in Maumee. All heart attacks, you don't think that's strange?"

"Sounds like Maumee's problem to me. Why's the FBI give a damn, anyway?"

"We go where we're sent sir. Do as we're told." Liz gestured to the body. "And we were told to check out the results of Mr O'Brian's autopsy."

The coroner frowned at her, confused. "What autopsy?"

I gave him a quick smile. "The one you're gonna do."

...

Now dressed in the proper gear for an autopsy, Liz, Sam and I watched as the corner cut into O'Brian's chest with a scalpel. None of us reacted as the blade sliced through the skin. This wasn't even close to the worst thing we'd seen.

"First dead body?" the coroner asked without looking up at us.

I gave a short shake of my head. "Far from it."

"Oh, good. Because these suckers can get pretty ripe. Hey, hand me those rib cutters, would you?" He gestured to the table of tools by Liz. She did as he asked, not even thinking about what she was grabbing- she just knew.

It didn't surprise me. Liz, she knew a lot about a lot. I guess all those years with Bobby, she learnt a few things. Sometimes she even knew more than Sam, and he was the smartest person I knew. The two had a lot of similarities.

Like their powers. I didn't like that they could do these things, and I sure as hell didn't like that they did use the powers they had. But I knew there was no way I could keep them from doing what they wanted, what they felt was right, even though I was pretty sure what they were doing was wrong.

At least Sam had agreed to stop, and Liz was willing not to set things on fire with her mind. If she was willing to compromise, I was happy with the choice she made.

But I'd be happier if she stopped it all, completely.

As the coroner cut O'Brian's ribs open, I looked over the body, noticing a distinctive mark on one of the finger on his left hand.

"Is that from a wedding ring?" I asked, reaching forward to turn the hand so I could get a better look. "I didn't think Frank was married."

"Ain't my department."

"Any idea how he got these?" Sam gestured to the scratches that ran up and down O'Brian's arm.

"You know what? When you drop dead, you actually tend to drop. Body probably got scraped up when it hit the ground." The coroner paused, looking into the chest, seeming surprised or maybe confused. "Huh..."

"What?" Sam asked.

"I-I can't find any blockages in any of the major arteries." Reaching into the chest, he pulled out the heart. I had to hold back as I gaged, wanting to throw up. "Heart looks pretty damn healthy. Hold that a second, would you?" He gestured for me to take the heart.

Out of instinct, I grabbed it, but was filled with regret in an instant. I was wrong before. This was the grossest thing I had ever done.

"I've got it." Liz actually smiled as she grabbed the heart from me, looking it over curiously. When she noticed Sam, the coroner and I watching her, she looked up and shrugged at us. "I wanted to be a surgeon when I was little."

Looking impressed, the coroner got back to work, reaching into to cut more of O'Brian's insides. Only, as the scalpel cut into the next part, juice squirted out, right onto Sam's face.

"Oh, sorry. Spleen juice."

EPOV

I grabbed one of the plastic cups and bent down to fill it up with some of the filtered water in the waiting room of the sheriff's station. Reaching into my pocket, I grabbed one of my pills and popped it into my mouth, swallowing it just as one of the office doors opened.

"Hell's bells, Linus, have you seen my-" The man that had stepped out of the office stopped himself as he looked over at the brothers and me. "Who are they?" he asked the deputy as Sam and Dean stood from where they'd been sitting, waiting.

"Federal agents. I, uh-"

The sheriff cut Deputy Linus off, "And you kept them waiting?"

"You- you said not to disturb..."

Ignoring him, the sheriff gestured to his office. "Come on back, fellas, ma`am." Turning he started towards his office as Sam, Dean and I followed. Reaching the door, he stopped us before we could enter. "Shoes off."

Doing as he said, we all kicked off our shoes. I sighed as my heels sat next to Sam and Dean's shoes. Usually I didn't care about the height difference between the brothers and myself, but with how insecure I was feeling with Dean right now, I wanted those few extra inches.

Stepping into the sheriff's office, he offered each of us his hand to shake. "Al Britton. Good to meet you."

"You too." Sam nodded, taking the seats in front of the desk as Al gestured to them. "Thank you."

Moving to the other side of the desk, Al grabbed a bottle of sanitizer and poured a decent amount on to his hands and rubbing it in. I shared a look with Dean- who was equally weirded out- as he sat next to Sam and I sat next to him.

"Okay." Al sat down in his seat. "So, what can I do for uncle Sam?"

"Well, we're looking into the death of Frank O'Brien," Sam started. "We understand some of your men found his body."

Al nodded, leaning back in his chair. "They did. Me and Frank... we were friends. Hell, we were gamecocks." Dean gave a little snicker, causing me to elbow him in the ribs and for Al to give him a stern look. "That's our softball team's name." when Dean's smile fell, Al added, "They're majestic animals. I knew Frank since high school. To be honest, I just this morning got up the strength to go see him. Frank was... he was a good man."

"Yeah." Dean gave a nod. "Big heart."

I glared at Dean, wishing he'd take this seriously. O'Brian was a person, and Al was his friend. They deserved more respect than Dean was giving.

"Before he died, did you notice frank acting strange?" Sam asked. "Maybe scared of something?"

"Oh hell, yeah. Real jumpy."

"You know what scared him?"

Leaning forward, resting his arms on his desk, Al gave a short shake of his head. "No. Wouldn't answer his phone. Finally, I sent some of my boys over to check on him, and well, you know the rest," he started to cough then, taking a moment to stop before he reached over to grab the sanitizer again.

Dean and I shared another look, not understanding this guy's thing with the sanitizer. I mean, people aren't really like that, are they...?

Slathering his hands with the gel, Al looked to the three of us again. "So, why the Feds give a crap? You don't really think there's a case here?"

"No, no. It's probably nothing. Just a heart attack," Dean assured him.

...

"No way that was a heart attack," Dean stated as the three of us walked down the street, headed for the Impala.

Sam shook his head. "Definitely no way. Three victims, all with those same red scratches. All went from jittery to terrified to dead within forty-eight hours."

"So, what are we thinking? Something scared them to death?" I asked, looking to each brother. "Because, I mean... the list of things that can do that is practically endless."

Dean nodded, agreeing with me. "Ghosts, vampires, Chupacabra? It could be a hundred things."

"We make a list and start crossing things off," Sam suggested.

"Alright, who's the last person to see Frank O'Brien alive?" Dean asked.

"Uh, his neighbour, Mark Hutchins," Sam answered as we were about to cross the road, almost at the car.

Before we could cross though, Dean stopped us. "Hang on, hang on."

"What?" Sam and I asked at the same time.

Pausing a moment, Dean didn't look at us as he spoke. "I don't like the looks of those teenagers down there," he stated, causing Sam and I to look over at the group of teens standing between us and the car. "Let's walk this way." Dean gestured to the other side of the road, crossing it without us.

"Am I missing something? Did something happen while I was gone?"

Sam shook his head. "Not that I know of," he answered as we followed Dean.

SPOV

Lizzie, Dean and I sat on Mark Hutchins' couch, across from him and the snake he held. "Tyler, Perry and Whitford." He smiled at us. "Just like Aerosmith."

"Yeah, small world." I quickly went on, wanting to get back to the case. "So, the last time you saw Frank O'Brien?"

"Monday, he was watching me from his window. I waved at him, but he just closed the curtains."

"Hmm. Did you speak to him recently? Did he seem different?" I asked, before elaborating. "Uh, scared?"

"Oh, totally." Mark nodded. "He was freaking out."

"Do you know what scared him?" Lizzie asked.

"Well, yeah, witches."

"Witches?" I shared a look with Dean and Lizzie. It seemed we might be onto something here... "Like...?" I pressed.

Mark shrugged. "Well, Wizard of Oz was on tv the other night, right? And he said that green bitch was totally out to get him."

That's not exactly what I was hoping for... "Anything else scare him?"

"Everything else scared him. Al-Qaeda, ferrets, artificial sweetener. Those pez dispensers with their dead little eyes. Lots of stuff."

I looked over at my brother then, noticing the way he watched the room, his eyes darting to all the reptiles in their cages and around the room. It was like he was on edge, maybe even scared. Something was definitely up with him.

"Mark, could you tell us what Frank was like?" Lizzie went on with the questioning.

Mark hesitated a moment, not sure if he should answer or not. "I mean, he's dead, you know? I-I don't want to hammer him but, he got better."

"He got better?"

"Well, in high school he was, he was a dick."

"A dick?" I asked.

He shrugged again. "Like a bully. I mean, he probably taped half the town's butt cheeks together," he explained, causing Dean to chuckle lightly. Mark turned to him, unimpressed. "Mine included."

Clearing his throat, Dean dropped his smile, trying to be serious. "So he pissed a lot of people off. You think anyone would have wanted to get revenge?"

"Well, I don't..." Pausing a moment, Mark looked to each of us with a confused frown. "Frank had a heart attack, right?"

"Just answer the question, sir," I told him.

"No, I don't think so. Like I said, he got better. And after what happened to his wife."

"His wife? So he was married."

"She died about twenty years ago. Frank was really broken up about it." Looking over at Dean, Mark smiled lightly, seeing the nervous look on my brother's face. "Don't be scared of Donny." He pet the snake he was holding. "He's a sweetheart. It's Marie you got to look out for." He nodded to the couch, behind us. "She smells fear."

Lizzie, Dean and I looked behind us to see another snake coming up and over, heading towards us. Tensing, Dean looked away, making a noise of discomfort as he tried to ignore the snake. Lizzie though, she surprised us all.

"Hi there." Smiling, she reached over to run her fingers down the body of the snake. "She's beautiful."

I honestly could not believe my eyes. The snake slid over the couch, and onto Lizzie's lap as she continued to pet it. I'd known Lizzie had guts, but I'd never imagined she'd be that brave. All the while, Dean was doing everything he could to keep himself from completely freaking out.

EPOV

Sam and I walked up to Baby, seeing Dean in the front seat, scratching at his arm absentmindedly as he read the papers he was holding. The three of us had split up hoping we'd find something that might tell us what the hell was going on.

"Hey. Any luck at the county clerk's office?" Sam asked as he got into the front with Dean, while I climbed into the back.

"I'm not sure I'd call it luck." Dean handed over the papers he'd been reading. "Frank's wife, Jessie, was a manic-depressive. She went off her meds back in '88 and vanished. They found her two weeks later, three towns over. Strung up in her motel room, suicide."

Looking over Sam shoulder, I gave the article a quick read. "You think Frank might have been a part of it?"

Dean shook his head. "No, Frank was working the swing shift when she disappeared. Airtight alibi." He turned on the car before driving onto the road. "How was Frank's pad?"

Sam shrugged. "Clean. Searched it top to bottom. No EMF, no hex bags, no sulfur."

"So probably no ghosts, no witches, no demons," Dean noted. "Three down and ninety-seven to go."

"Yeah." Sam sighed as he looked over to Dean. I noticed him frown at something. "Dude, you're going twenty."

"And?" Dean didn't seem to understand Sam's confused tone.

To see for myself, I leaned forward to take a look, and sure enough Dean was going no more or less than the speed limit. "Dean... you never go the speed limit."

"What? Safety's a crime now?" He sounded offended as he continued to drive... through an intersection... passed our hotel.

Sam watched the building as we passed it. "Dude, where are you going? That was our hotel."

"Sam, I'm not gonna make a left-hand turn into oncoming traffic. I'm not suicidal," Dean told him as if that were obvious. But as Sam and I looked at him, confused, Dean seemed to realise what he'd said. "Did I just say that? That was kind of weird." He chuckled lightly.

A noise started in the back ground, getting our attention.

"Do you hear something?" Feeling around, Sam looked for the source of the noise, finding that it was coming from the EMF meter in his pocket.

Still frowning, Sam moved it closer to Dean. The beeping increased. When Sam pulled the meter away, the beeping stopped...

"Am I haunted?" Dean started freaking out, looking from the road to the reader and then back. "Am I haunted?!"

...

I sat in the back of the Impala while Dean sat in the front. We were waiting in the parking lot by the hotel, while Sam called Bobby to see if they could figure out what the hell was going on. That meant, I was stuck babysitting Dean.

Watching him I shook my head, reaching over to slap his shoulder. "Stop scratching."

Since last night he'd started scratching his forearm, right where we'd seen the scratches on O'Brian's arms...

He grumbled, dropping his arms as he turned to pout at me. "I can't help it."

Sighing, I climbed over into the front seat and sat next to him. "Turn around." When he opened his mouth to speak, I shook my head. "Just turn around." Once he did as I told him, his back now facing me, I reached over to turn the radio on before sliding closer to him as I rested my hands on his shoulders.

Eye of the Tiger started to play as I began to push my fingers into his shoulders, giving him a massage so he would relax a little. Sure enough, the tension started to lessen as he leaned back into me a little more.

"Oh, God," he groaned. "You're really good at that."

A smile played on my lips as I continued. "My mum used to make my sister and I give her massages after longs days at work. It didn't take me long to get good."

We sat there a little longer, Dean leaning into me more and more as I kept massaging his shoulders, my fingers getting in deep, really working all the tension out. Groaning, Dean relaxed completely, practically going limp. I couldn't help but chuckle lightly at how adorable he was being right now.

"You two okay in there?"

I jumped at the sound of Sam's voice, my hands flying off Dean as I pulled away from him as much as possible.

"Sam!" My voice was a little higher than usual. Getting out of the car, I moved to stand next to the younger Winchester. "I didn't see you there."

"Clearly." He grinned down at me.

Dean climbed out of the car as well, then, coming over to lean against Baby, standing next to me. "Dude. Look at this." He showed Sam's the scratches on his arms.

Sam sighed at the sight of them, not sounding happy at all. "I just talked to Bobby," he noted, handing Dean the box of doughnuts he held.

"And?" Dean asked, smelling the doughnuts before passing them to me.

Sam and I looked perplexed and surprised. Dean never ignored food. He was always thinking with his stomach... I guess whatever's wrong, really is messing with him.

"Um, well, you're not gonna like it," Sam started.

"What?"

"It's ghost sickness."

"Ghost sickness?" Dean actually sounded disappointed, as if he knew what that meant.

Sam gave a short nod. "Yeah."

"God, no."

I looked to each fo them. "Do you guys even know what that is?" When Dean shook his head, I rolled my eyes. "It's believed that certain spirits can pass diseases over to the living. It's why bodies are no longer displayed in homes during funerals and wakes."

Dean watched me, shaking his head, impressed and shocked. "How do you know all this stuff?"

"I lived with Bobby, Dean," I noted, a grinning playing on my lips again.

"She's right," Sam started. "Symptoms are, you get anxious..."

"Then scared, then terrified, then your heart gives out," I finished.

"But, we haven't seen a ghost in weeks." Dean noted, looking to his brother.

Sam shrugged. "Well, I doubt you caught it from a ghost. Look, once a spirit infects that first person, Ghost sickness can spread like any sickness through a cough, a handshake, whatever. It's like the flu. Now, Frank O'Brien was the first to die, which means he was probably the first infected. Patient zero."

"Our very own outbreak monkey."

"Right. Get this, Frank was in Maumee over the weekend. Softball tournament. Which is where he must have infected the other two victims."

"Were they gamecocks?" Dean asked, pushing off Baby.

Sam shook his head. "Cornjerkers."

"So, ghosts infected Frank. He passed it on to the other guys and I got it from his corpse?"

"Right." Sam gave a short nod.

"So now what, I have forty-eight hours before I go insane and my heart stops?"

Pausing a moment, Sam and I shared a look before he corrected his brother. "More like twenty."

"Super." Shaking his head, Dean leaned on the car again. "Well, why me? Why not you? I mean, you got hit with the spleen juice." He gestured to me. "You played with the heart."

"Yeah, uh, see Bobby and I have a theory about that too. Turns out all three victims shared a certain, uh, personality type. Frank was a bully. The other two victims, one was a vice principal, the other was a bouncer."

"Okay..." Dean nodded, waiting for Sam to elaborate.

"Basically, they were all dicks."

"So you're saying I'm a dick?"

A laugh escaped my lips before I could stop myself. When Dean looked at me, offended, I shook my head. "You're not a dick, Dean. But, I mean... Frank and the others used fear as a weapon..."

"Now this disease is returning the favour," Sam added.

The offended look only increased as Dean looked to Sam and me. "I don't scare people."

Sam scoffed, amused by this brother's denial. "Dean, all we do is scare people."

"Okay, well then, you two are dicks too."

"Apparently, we're not." Sam actually looked a little smug then.

"Whatever. How do we stop it?"

"Find and gank the ghost that started it." I shrugged. It really was that simple.

"We thinking it was Frank's wife?"

"Who knows why she killed herself, you know?" Sam shrugged before he gestured to the hotel behind him. "Hey, what are you guys doing waiting out here, anyway?"

Dean looked up the hotel nervously. "Our rooms on the fourth floor. It's... it's high."

"I'll see if I can move us down to the first." Sighing, Sam shook his head as he started to walk off.

"Thanks," Dean called after him.

Once Sam was gone, I opened the box off doughnuts, offering them to Dean. "You know you want one."

Carefully, he reached in a grabbed one, watching as I did the same. He didn't take a bite until I did, wanting to make sure they were safe.

This is gonna be a long day...

SPOV

I was headed for Dean's and my hotel room. Lizzie had insisted on getting her own room- which was still on the fourth floor. Neither Dean or I had liked the idea of so much distance between her and us, but at the same time, I understood. Things were still a little tense, Dean going through all of this hadn't changed the facts.

Lizzie's powers were growing, and it scared Dean. Dealing with me had been tough, but now he had both of us changing, I guess it was a little too much. The fact he was protective over her, and that she has a boyfriend he didn't know about and no one's met... well things aren't exactly running smoothly.

But I knew he understood that Lizzie was trying, and Lizzie knew he was trying. It was just a matter of getting used to the three of us being together again.

Opening the door to our room, I paused at the sight of a broken clock on the floor. Looking up, I found Dean sitting on the couch, a beer in hand and his feet on the coffee table.

"Everything all right?" I asked, moving to come sit on the single chair by the couch.

"Oh, yeah. Just peachy." He gave a sarcastic smile. "Find anything?"

"Yeah, Jessie O'Brien's body was cremated, so I'm pretty sure she is not our ghost." Lifting my feet onto the coffee table, I nudged his foot. "Hey, quit picking at that," I told him, seeing that he'd been scratching his arm again. "How you feeling?"

"Awesome. It's nice to have my head on the chopping block again. I almost forgot what that feels like. It's freaking delightful."

"We'll keep looking," I assured him, a moment before he started coughing. "You okay? Hey!" But instead of answering, the coughing got so worse he began to choke. "Dean."

Getting up, Dean hurried- as fast as he could while he choked- over to the sink. Leaning over it, he gaged and cough until he spat something into the sink.

Moving over to stand next to him, I looked down at the wood chip as he picked it up. "We've been completely ignoring the biggest clue we have, you."

He pouted. "I don't want to be a clue."

"The abrasions, this, the disease, it's trying to tell us something."

"Tell us what, wood chips?"

"Exactly."

DPOV

I hated this. I hated feeling helpless, and weak, and scared. Deep down, I knew everything I was doing was ridiculous. The real me would kick my own ass right now. But this disease was blurring everything, keeping me from taking control. I hated it.

What I hated more was the fact Liz was driving.

As she stopped Baby by the lumber mill, she still couldn't wipe the smile off her face. I'd wanted to drive, but she insisted that time was an issue and we could waste any with my slow driving. Sam hadn't even blinked as he gave her the keys while I watched, too nervous to argue.

Getting out of Baby, I looked up at the mill. "I'm not going in there."

Liz shrugged, moving to the trunk. "Fine, stay out here. On your own. If this place really is haunted, a scared lonesome man would be the perfect prey."

I swallowed hard, refusing to admit that her words had done exactly what she wanted. Now I was too scared to stay out here on my own.

Reaching into my jacket, I pulled out the bottle of whiskey I'd stashed in there earlier, and took a quick drink. "Let's do this." Moving to stand next to Liz as she unlocked the trunk, I looked at the building again. "It is a little spooky, isn't it?"

Shaking his head, Sam reached into the trunk and grabbed a gun, offering it to me.

"Oh, I'm not carrying that." I shook my head. "It could go off." Leaning into the trunk, I grabbed a flashlight. "I'll man the flashlight."

Sam chuckled lightly. "You do that."

Grabbing a gun for herself, Liz grinned as she turned to me. "Stay close, okay?"

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

Her grin simply grew. "More than you could possibly imagine."

EPOV

Walking around the lumber mill, we had been moving in silence when the EMF meter in Sam's hand started going off... because Dean had moved closer to his brother.

Dean chuckled lightly, looking up at his brother. "EMF's not gonna work with me around, is it?"

"You don't say." Sam sighed, putting it away. "Come on."

Before either of them could take a step though, I noticed something on the ground. Lifting my hand, I sent the object to my palm, startling Dean as I did. "'To Frank. Love, Jessie.'" I looked to the brothers. "It's Frank O'Brien's ring."

Dean frowned, moving over to check it out. "What the hell was Frank doing here?"

I shrugged, pocketing the ring. "No idea."

Continuing, we walked into a room full of lockers. We could hear rustling coming from further into the room. Following the noise, we stopped by one locker in particular. Sam reached forward without hesitation, and opened the locker.

A cat jumped out, causing Dean to scream louder than I'd heard anyone scream before.

"Oh, poor baby." I stepped up to the locker, grabbing the cat. "Hi there." I smiled, scratching under its chin. "You didn't mean to scare the big baby, huh?" Looking over at Dean, I gave a cheeky smile.

He looked from me, to Sam, seeing the amused looks on our faces. "What? It scared me."

Shaking my head, I started to walk out of the room, still holding the cat- who was purring, and cuddling into me. Sam followed close behind, with Dean catching up after him. As we walked into the next room, we each moved in opposite directions to look around.

Petting the cat's head, I wandered around, not really finding anything off use. The place was a mess, abandoned, dusty and dirty. The sheriff would have a fit if he had to come here. I chuckled to myself.

"Luther Garland," Sam read from an I.D. card he'd picked up from the desk he was looking over.

"Hey, this is uh...this is Frank's wife," Dean noted, pointing to a drawing on the desk he stood at.

Moving over to his brother, Sam took a look. "Plot thickens."

"Yeah, but into what?" Dean asked, grabbing the picture, tearing it from where it had been stuck to the desk.

The moment the picture had been ripped off, all the machines turned on

"Well... that can't be good," I noted, putting the cat down on the ground as I grabbed my gun from the back of my pants, getting ready for whatever might pop up.

Looking over at the brothers, I spotted Sam turning just in time to see his brother run out of there faster than I'd ever seen Dean run. Both Sam and I looked over at whatever had Dean dash off, finding ourselves looking at a large, scary looking guy in the corner, dressed in a janitor uniform and not looking happy at finding us here.

The thing started towards Sam, who raised his gun the same time I did, the two of us shooting the ghost before he could reach Sam.

Once the ghost was gone, Sam and I hurried after Dean to make sure he was okay. We found him hiding behind the Impala, taking another drink from his whiskey. He was shaking in fear, like a terrified child.

Sam looked down at his brother, showing us the I.D. card he'd grabbed from inside the mill. "Guess we got the right place."

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Abomination Ch. 04

Summary: What happens when the girl sent by the king of hell falls in love with the Winchester who refuses to love. What happens when she gets rejected by the older Winchester and she releases her inner demons. What’ll happen when the boys find out shes really a demon/angel hybrid after only finding out herself shortly before. Even being raised by the king of hell to know you were at least half demon didn’t prepare you for the roller coaster of loving and hating Dean Winchester. You only just begun to realize how much of an abomination you really were.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

Chapter 4: Sexual Tension is a Bitch

Word Count: 8159

Warnings: Strong Sexual Content, Swearing, Mentions of Cheating

Your POV:

It took another 3 hours to get back to the bunker, totaling a 7 hour drive from where the hunt had taken place to home. You couldn’t wait to get back into your own clothes after taking a hot shower, maybe relieving some stress yourself. Especially after you encounter with Sam at the gas station.

When the impala finally pulled into the garage you were out the door before it was even in park. “DIBS ON SHOWER FIRST,” you chuckled and gave them both the finger while you entered the bunker to run to your room.

It only took you a few minutes to make it to your room and as soon as you opened the door you saw your blue eyed angel sitting on the bed with a laptop. You couldn’t help but smirk at him and walk over to your dresser. “Heya Cassie,” you opened your top drawer in search for a pair of panties.

“Welcome home, (Y/N),” he glanced your way slightly and then looked back to the screen on the computer. “Bees are so fascinating don’t you think?”

You shook your head and laughed softly. “You and those damn documentaries,” you turned your attention back on the drawer you were searching through to find your black cotton panties. You needed comfort more than confidence right now. “I’m going to take a long hot shower before we watch any of those movies, okay?” you quirked your eyebrow waiting for a response.

“That is fine, I can continue watching this film about how honey is really made,” you hummed your response and threw your panties to the bed when you found them and continued to your next drawer to find a shirt. You were so preoccupied you didn’t realize that Castiel had been watching you intently, taking in your body as you swung your hips back and forth trying to make up your mind.

You finally decided on a long black shirt that normally would sit just above your knees, covering what it needed to. You grabbed it and quickly shut the drawer turning to face Cas, who looked almost guiltily at you. “Whatcha think Cas, pants or no pants tonight?” you giggled as his eyes shot open wider. You never really minded changing or being around Cas in minimal clothing, he never really showed an attraction to you nor did seem to mind.

“Whatever you think will be most comforting to you, (Y/N),” he quickly looked back to the screen to continue watching his documentary.

“Alrighty, thanks for the input Cassie,” you walked over to him to gather your panties you had previously thrown on the bed. “I’ll be back soon, don’t start that pizza man movie without me,” you shot him a quick grin and kissed his cheek, accidentally hitting the corner of his lip. You had felt a spark on your mouth but quickly ignored it and left the room.

You walked quickly to the shower room and shut the door, not caring whether or not it was locked. You looked up into the mirror and stared at your reflection. “What the hell is going on today, first Sam said something almost defiantly and I could swear Cas was staring at me, almost hungrily,” you said to yourself and shook your head. It was all just your imagination, right?

You sighed and started to undress. As you got the shirt off and unhooked your bra, having a feeling as though you could breathe again, you remembered the radio you had put in the bathroom. You decided music may help your mood too.

You quickly turned on the radio and went over to turn on the shower, you had the radio on so loud you didn’t even hear the door open and shut.

When the shower was to your liking you pulled down Sam's sweatpants you had been wearing and got in. Just as you thought you heard a footstep the radio changed songs and you were instantly back to paying attention to your shower, singing along with whatever you could.

As you washed soap from your hair you had an uneasy feeling that you were being watched, but you quickly dismissed it as paranoia.

Dean POV:

Dean had finally gotten to his own bedroom and flopped down on his bed with a loud huff, landing with his face in his pillow. Mumbling something about how great it was to come back to his own memory foam bed, it always seemed to do a great job of remembering him.

He quickly let out a sigh and rolled over onto his side, staring at the empty spot on the bed. He could still smell you on the bedding and pillow. He couldn’t help but think about how much he enjoyed sharing the same bed with you after long nights of hunting and even longer nights of exploring your body. He wished he could man up and tell you how much you actually meant to him, but he knew he couldn’t. He had to keep you at arm's length in order to keep you safe. Sure you could handle yourself, better than any other hunter he had come in contact with, but he was poison. Anyone he openly loved died. He couldn’t lose you.

Dean quickly sat up and stretched, allowing him to crack his back and let out a content groan. He decided to keep being selfish, letting himself have you even if it wasn’t in the intimate way he wanted. Hell, he didn’t even know if you felt the same about him other than the physical attraction.

He knew you were beautiful, everyone knew you were for that matter. He’s seen how people look at you, even his damn brother and Cas looked at you like you were the most beautiful thing they had ever seen. How he had ever gotten so lucky as to have been the one you chose to give yourself to he would never know. You practically knew everything about him and yet you still looked at him with innocence, almost as though what he’s done didn’t scare you.

Dean stood up and started to walk towards his door, he needed a drink in order to keep all of these feelings buried. All he wanted to do was take you in his arms, kiss you with enough passion to make your knees weak and tell you he loved you. He just couldn’t do it and yet he couldn’t end the late night booty calls with you.

Dean had exited his room and was making his way to the kitchen when he heard a door close behind him. He quickly turned and saw Sam exciting the shower room.

“What were you doing in there Sammy?” Dean raised his eyebrow, questioning his brother.

“I thought I left something in there, turns out I was wrong,” Sam quickly turned and walked the other direction to avoid any more confrontation with the older hunter.

Dean huffed and watched him walk away before quickly making his way over to the room his brother had just exited from. When he was about to open the door he was quickly taken aback by you quickly opening the door.

“DEAN!” you exclaimed loudly, clutching the fluffy white towel you had draped around your body with one hand and holding a black shirt in the other. “Jesus Christ, you scared the crap outta me,” you quickly hit him with your shirt laughing. Your (Y/H/C) was still damp and was sticking to your face and neck. “Wait a second, are you what I heard while I was showering? You know if you wanted a quickie in the shower all you would have to do is ask, sweet cheeks,” you winked and pushed past him to go back to your room.

“What do you mean you heard something?” Dean quickly followed behind him, feeling his chest ache with something he was all too familiar with. Jealousy.

“Hmm, maybe I was just being paranoid,” he looked at you questioningly even though your back was turned to him and you couldn’t see him. “Coulda swore I heard footsteps over my music, guess I was wrong if it wasn’t you trying to be a perv.”

Dean stopped walking and clenched his fists at his side. He knew instantly what you heard. Sam had been watching you shower. He was so drawn by his anger he barely heard you talking to him. “As much as I love talking to you in just a towel and panties I have a date with my favorite angel and a stack of movies. Our little play date I promised is gonna have to wait handsome,” he looked up at you in time to see you give him a suggestive smirk before walking into your bedroom and shut the door.

Dean growled softly and started walking to his original destination, the kitchen. He would just have to confront Sam later, when the mark wasn’t burning as hot.

When Dean finally got to the kitchen he knew instantly he needed something stronger than a simple beer. He cracked open a bottle of whiskey and sat down at the table.

---

Dean didn’t know what time is was when he finally decided to go back to his room to turn in for the night, he just knew he was good and drunk.

He ran his hand through his hair as he made his way down the hallway to his room, only stopping when he heard something off. The sound seemed to have been coming from your room, he just shrugged and started walking again only to stop when he was right outside your door. Then he heard it again.

There was moans coming from the other side. He quickly shrugged it off, figuring it was just a scene from the movie you and Castiel had been watching. When he was about to start walking away again he heard a louder moan and then a scream. He instantly knew the scream was yours. The next thing he heard made his blood boil.

“CASTIEL!”

Your POV:

You had simply just been enjoying watching the porno with Cas when a very intense scene had come on. Making you blush brightly.

“(Y/N), are you blushing?” Castiel looked at you with his head tilted to the side.

“What!?! No, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m just hot it all,” you chuckled and fanned your face with your hand.

“I know you’re lying, why are you blushing? Is the pizza man slapping the babysitters rearend making you uncomfortable?” he looked at you more seriously, squinting his eyes slightly.

You looked down to your lap where you were sitting with your legs crossed. “No Cas, it’s not making me uncomfortable at all. I’m just hot,” you chucked softly. You weren’t exactly lying, you just weren’t exactly telling the truth either. How were you supposed to explain to an angel that it was turning you on.

“(Y/N),” Castiel said sternly. “Just tell me, or I’ll simply make you,” he looked at you with a deviant smirk spread on his lips.

“I’m telling you the truth Cas, I promise,” you looked him in the eye.

“Alright, you asked for it,” before you had a chance to respond Castiel had you pinned on your back on the bed. His legs were over your own in a straddling position on your thighs and his hands were on your side. “I’ll give you one more chance to surrender and tell me why you were blushing,” he looked down at you with a small smile that you could see in his eyes. When you looked into his eyes you could see his pupils dilate slightly and he almost looked hungry.

Before you could answer your breath caught in your throat as his hands ghosted over your sides through the thin shirt you were wearing. You could feel something tightening in your stomach as warmth spread throughout your body and before you could realize it your cheeks were an even brighter shade of red. “Cas…” you swallowed thickly and shook your head slightly. In the dim light from the laptop and your lamp on the nightstand you couldn’t help but notice the way it bounced off of his perfect skin. The way his lump, slightly chapped lips looked when he smiled down at you. How incredibly beautiful his baby blues were even while they were being swallowed by blackness. And who could forget his messy raven black hair that looked so tempting to run your hands through it.

He didn’t give you a chance to say anything else before he was grabbing at your sides, tickling you without mercy. You couldn’t help but letting out a scream while trying to push his hands away, all but begging him verbally to stop. “I warned you,” he growled slightly.

He kept moving his hands and you screamed out his name. “CASTIEL!” you kept trying to squirm out of his grasp when all of a sudden you heard a loud slam of a door. Castiel immediately removed his hands from your sides and sit up quickly, just before you heard the sound of glass shattering. Castiel glanced at you and then back at your door before quickly disappearing.

You huffed and pulled yourself up on your bed. “Well this can’t be good.”

...

It had been a few days since you had last saw or even heard from Castiel. You only assumed that it had something to do with his heavenly duties, if only you knew what happened after he left. Dean had also started getting distant, well more distant than normal. Normally by now he’d be trying to get into your pants, again. Your angel and the man you loved were both practically ignoring you, and you had to admit it hurt like a bitch. You never did understand why you felt human emotion considering what you were, half demon and all, but you did and you couldn’t stop it.

So here you were sitting in your hotel room that you would be sharing with both Sam and Dean while on this hunt. The dingy eggshell colored walls were stained with cigarette smoke. The gross puke brown colored carpet looked as though it had seen its fair share of stains. There were two queen sized beds in which you assumed you’d be sharing one with Dean. You just happened to take it upon yourself to claim the one closest to the door, you always felt safest near the exit, just incase you had to make a quick getaway. There was a little fridge in the corner of the room right next to the bathroom door. The small table in the opposite corner already had all of your notes for the hunt scoured acrossed it and their duffle bags were sitting atop the two chairs. Yup, this place was a dump. At least the beds weren’t too stiff, nothing like Dean's memory foam one though.

You layed back on your bed and pulled your phone out of your pocket hoping you’d received some form of message from any of the boys. The only message was from Sam asking what you wanted to eat from the diner they had gone to when Dean got to antsy to sit and do more research on the case. A simple salt n’ burn was what they said but we still hadn’t figured out where the ghost had been buried to burn the bones.

“Nothing, not hungry,” you sat your phone down on your chest and waited for it to beep with a response.

A few minutes passed until it finally beeped. You pulled it up from your chest and looked at the screen.

“Are you sure? I haven’t seen you eat anything for a couple of days,” you couldn’t help but laugh softly, Sam was always the one who tried to look out for your health. Truth was you didn’t need to eat with what you were, of course you did occasionally to keep them of your back even if it wasn’t something you enjoyed.

“Positive, I had some chips earlier,” you hated lying to him but you also needed him off your back.

“Alright (Y/N), just don’t want you to pass out on us while we’re out hunting is all,” his response was almost instant.

You decided to tease him a little, just to make him feel better about the situation. “Sammy, I’m fine. Really. Besides when did you pay attention to what I stuff into my mouth?” you couldn’t help chuckling a little at that.

While you were waiting for a reply you decided to get back to your research. You stood from the bed and went over to the table leaning against it, shaking your butt slightly while reading the spread out papers. You were so into the reading you didn’t even hear the door to the motel open and shut. You were lost in reading one of the obituaries you had missed when you heard someone clear their throat, causing you to jump slightly.

When you turned around clutching your chest you were greeted by two distracted Winchesters. If you did know you were wearing a pair of faded blue jeans and a black tank top you would’ve felt naked under their stare. “You know it’s not nice to sneak up on a girl like that boys,” you huffed slightly and ran your hand through your hair.

Dean just rolled his eyes and walked into the bathroom, barely acknowledging your presence. You glanced towards the now closed bathroom door and then back up at the younger Winchester, raising one of your eyebrows at him in question. “Don’t even ask, he’s been like this the past few days, I’m sure he’ll mention what’s bothering him eventually,” he looked at you with those soft eyes you’ve come to love. “And (Y/N)?”

You looked down at your feet scratching the back of your neck, something you always did when you were uncomfortable. “Yeah?”

“Nice blue thong,” he smirked at you and took a few steps towards you, grazing his hand on your arm softly before walking past to the table.

You felt your cheeks heat up at the comment he made and quickly walked to the other side of the room. You didn’t realize that it your shirt had ridden up while you were bent over like that. ‘Great’ you thought, probably the reason behind Dean so rudely walking into the bathroom. Then again why did he have the right to be upset about anything, the man has barely said to words to you. He didn’t even argue with you when you brought a backpack with spare clothe like he normally did. He just gave you a side glance and continued to ignore you.

“Hey, (Y/N/N),” Sam said abruptly, dragging you out of your train of thought.

“Hmm,” you hummed your response while going and grabbing your hoodie from your bag.

“I think this is just what we needed to find the body,” he said while holding the paper you hadn’t finished reading above his head. “Says here the the ghost we’re hunting was buried on a farm about 10 miles from here, she was murdered and they dumped the body there. The family decided to just bury her where she lie I guess,” he shrugged setting the paper down, getting up to grab his jacket he had thrown on the bed he would be claiming for the night.

“Well, let’s grab your brother and go,” you smiled at him while you slipped your hoodie over your head, not realizing you gave him a great view of your cleavage when you lifted up your arms.

He coughed, trying to clear his dry throat. “DEAN, LET’S GO,”

Dean quickly opened the bathroom door still completely dressed and walked straight for the door, opening it and running off to the impala. This was going to be a long night.

…

“DEAN,” you screamed trying to hit the ghost with your iron rod. “HURRY IT UP WILL YA SKIPPY,” you turned around just in time to be thrown across the field, hitting your back against a tree, hard.

“I’M TRYING, FUCK WOMAN,” Dean yelled back while he and Sam tried to pull out all of the remains from the grave.

You groaned in slight pain, pulling yourself up from the tree, thanking your dad you healed quickly. You luckily had moved away from the tree in time before the ghost hurled some sort of farming at your head. “WHY DO I ALWAYS GET GHOST DUTY YOU ASSHATS,” you quickly ran at the ghost hitting it with your iron bar quickly, making it disappear, giving you a short window before it would come back.

“BECAUSE I’M THE PRETTY ONE,” Dean yelled back while dumping the salt on the bones while Sam doused them in lighter fluid.

“I WAS BEING RHETORICAL YOU MORON,” you ran towards them, before you even got a chance to see it the ghost threw Dean away from the grave while moving towards Sam. “I GUESS YOU’RE NOT SO PRETTY ANYMORE,” you couldn’t help but laugh at him. He landed in a giant mud puddle face first and his ass was sticking up in the air.

You made it over to Sam in time to see him swing his iron at the ghost again causing it to disappear, giving you time to pull out your lighter and light the bones on fire.

You stood next to Sam out of breath watching the ghost become engrossed in flames. “You alright?” you huffed turning towards Sam.

“Yeah, are you? You really took a beating,” he looked you up and down placing a hand on your cheek.

“M’okay, just outta breath, the bitch was feisty,” you chuckled and smiled up at him, in which he quickly returned with a full dimpled smile.

“YEAH I’M OKAY TOO,” Dean yelled while pulling himself up from the ground covered in mud and grass.

You looked away from Sam and quickly made your way over to Dean. “Are you hurt?” You looked him over and placed your hands on his cheeks, holding his face while you looked him in the eye.

When you attempted to wipe the mud from his face he pushed your hands away roughly. “Just fine,” he replied through clenched teeth and shoved past you. “I need a drink.”

…

You sat a booth in a stuffy bar that happened to be next to the motel you had been staying at. You hands held your head while you looked down at your glass of whiskey. You couldn’t understand why Dean was being so cold to you, sure he was before but lately it was just too much. When you tried to sit at the booth with him he quickly got up and made his way to the bar and sat on a stool. Was he regretting everything that happened between the two of you? Fuck, why did he have to be so difficult, oh yeah he’s Dean fucking Winchester that’s why.

“Hey, you alright?” you felt a hand on your shoulder and you quickly looked up into the familiar hazel eyes you loved.

“Yeah, Sam. At least, I think so,” you smiled at him but it obviously didn’t reach your eyes.

He quickly sat in the booth across from you and reached out to grab your hand softly. “Anything you want to talk about?”

“Not really,” you sighed as you felt him rub comforting circles across your palm.

“Well, you know I’m here any time you want to,” he gave you his signature dimpled grin and suddenly that's all you could think of.

You nodded. “I know,” you looked around the bar to see if you could find Dean but he wasn’t sitting at the stool he was a little bit ago. “Any idea where your moron brother went?” you looked back over to Sam.

“No idea, bathroom probably,” he shrugged and pulled his hand away from yours, almost immediately making you miss the warmth he offered.

“Probably,” you looked back down at your drink before taking a quick drink to finish it off. “I think I’m gonna head back to the motel, get some rest before the drive home tomorrow. Do you think I could share the bed with you tonight?” you looked at him before standing up.

“Of course (Y/N/N),” he stood up with you. “I’ll head over there soon, I’ll see if I can find Dean and let him know where we went as well as paying the tab,” he pulled you into a side hug.

“Thanks Sammy,” you smiled up at him.

“It’s no problem,” he leaned down and kissed the crown of your head quickly before letting you go. “Might be nice to cuddle with something that isn’t a pillow or my brother,”

“Now who said we would be cuddlin’, Winchester?” you smirked slightly and shook your head.

“That’s the only way you're sleepin’ in my bed (Y/L/N),” he chuckled.

“Fine, just be prepared for my cold feet,” you reached up and patted his cheek.

“I can deal with it,” he gave you a smile and winked before walking off to find Dean.

You just hopped sleeping in the bed with Sam wouldn’t upset Dean more.

...

It only took you about 5 minutes to walk back to the motel and your room. When you got closer to the door you could swear you heard a creaking noise and soft moans. You just pushed it aside, it was probably just coming from one of the other people staying here.

When you got to the door to your room and unlocked the door you weren’t prepared for what you were about to see.

You only got the door open halfway before you heard a grunt and a soft scream. Your instincts made you quickly reach for the gun you kept in your waistband, but when your eyes adjusted to the darkness of the motel room your hand quickly went from your gun to cover your mouth.

Dean was on the bed balls deep in a bottle blonde bimbo with big tits. He was kissing her, something he never, not once did with you. You wanted to scream, cry, and shoot someone. You instantly realized neither of them had realized you opened the door, probably didn’t hear you over her moans.

You quickly shut the door and pressed your forehead against it. How could he? How could he do this to you? Sure you weren’t dating and never talked about being exclusive, but couldn’t he see how you felt. Obviously not.

You clenched your fists so hard your nails started to cut into your palms, you could feel the blackness taking over your eyes. No not now, you wouldn’t lose yourself because of him. You backed away from the door and started walking away from the room. You couldn’t control it anymore. You swing your fist into the first solid substance you could find, which was a door a few rooms away from yours. “GOD DAMN IT,” the punch was hard enough to break the door off the hinges. You took a deep breath, luckily no one was staying in that room, or else you’d have to explain how one punch took down a door.

You quickly made your way to the impala, you weren’t sure why but Dean had parked it in the back of the parking lot, even though there were little to no other cars around. Then again after what you just witnessed you didn’t give a fuck about what he thought or did anymore. You just needed to calm down before Sam came back, he was probably still trying to find Dean.

When you made it to the impala you leaned back against the hood, even if it was Dean's baby, it always had ways of calming you down. You ran your hand through your hair and back down your face, trying to calm yourself down. ‘Control, you need to keep control.’ you kept saying to yourself in your mind.

You took a deep breath and held your palms to your face. You could feel the tears as they ran down your cheeks. “God damnit, you will not cry over that asshole.”

“(Y/N)? Are you alright?” that sweet voice brought you back from the edge quickly. He always had a way of soothing you, without even trying.

“Yeah Sam, I’m alright,” you kept your hands over your eyes until they finally returned to their normal color.

“Why aren’t you in the room?” he came up to you, only standing about a foot away.

“Dean decided to bring back some company,” you sniffed softly, if he hadn’t been so close, he probably wouldn’t have heard it. “He’s in there fucking her right now,” you ran both hands up and through your hair.

Sam leant down slightly and put both hands on your cheeks, cupping your face. “Are you sure you’re okay? I know what you guys had wasn’t exactly a relationship, but he shouldn’t have done that,” he moved his thumbs over your cheeks to wipe away any missed tears.

“It is what it is Sammy,” you smiled up at him softly. “I should’ve expected it to end sooner or later, you know. He never even kissed me,” you chuckled softly.

He pulled you into a tight hug, holding you to his chest tightly. “You know Deans an asshole, mostly due to the mark, but an asshole nonetheless,” he kissed your head softly.

“Yeah I guess so, I didn’t really get to know him too much before the mark, but I know he’s still good inside. Somewhere,” you smiled into his chest. “Hey Sam?”

“Hmm,” he hummed in response as he rubbed soothing circles into your back.

“You never answered my question in my text earlier,” you pulled away from him slightly took look him in the eye.

He looked down at the ground and rubbed the back of his neck, leaving his other hand resting on your waist. “You’ll laugh at me.”

“I promise I won’t, tell me please,” you put your hand on his cheek to draw his eyes back to you. You even gave him the best puppy dog eyes you possibly could.

“I like you (Y/N), I care about you and your well being,” Sam explained, sighing softly while leaning into your hand. “As for paying attention to what you stuff in your mouth, I can’t tell you how many times I’ve wanted to kiss you, among other things,” he let out a soft chuckle.

You leaned into him slightly, leaving only about 2 inches of space between your mouths. “What other things, Sammy?” you used the hand not on his cheek to move up his chest.

His eyes glanced down at your lips before making eye contact with you again, “I can’t help but wonder what your lips would feel like against my body,” he moved closer, his lips brushing against your cheek before whispering in your ear. “About how they’d feel wrapped around my cock while you suck me off. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you (Y/N), Dean’s an idiot for taking you for granted.”

You could feel the warmth burn through your body with need, Sam Winchester wanted you and you wanted him just as bad. You couldn’t think of anything more than the arousal that pooled between your legs and how badly it ached. You knew in the back of your mind this was wrong, you loved Dean, but he also just proved to you he didn’t feel like that about you.

You knew that if it weren’t for Sam right now you may have let the blackness inside consume you, you may not have been in love with him but you still did love him. Dean caused you to almost lose control, Sam helped wrangle it back, however the demon in you needed more. You needed more. You needed the release to ease yourself back to the ground, you needed control again.

You leaned back slightly looking up at Sam, his pupils were blown with lust and you knew he wanted it just as bad. You quickly grabbed the collar to his shirt and pulled him to you. You pressed your body against his tightly, ghosting your lips over his. “Then what’s stopping you?”

He didn’t waste another second before crashing his lips to yours in a hungry, needy kiss. One of your arms wrapped around his shoulders pulling him closer while the other grasped his hair tightly. His tongue ran across your bottom lip and you immediately opened your mouth granting him access. Your tongues battles for dominance in which you gladly gave to him, letting him run his tongue along the insides of your mouth.

One of his hands pressed into the small of your back firmly, keeping you tightly against him, while the other rested against your neck. When the need for air finally caught up to you, he pulled away slightly, breathing heavily. His beautiful hazel eyes almost completely consumed in the blacks of his pupils. “Are you sure (Y/N)?”

You nodded, breathing heavily. “Yes Sam, I want you,” you smiled up at him, showing your perfect teeth.

He ran his hand up into your hair and gripped it tightly, pulling your head back and exposing your neck. “Question is, where do I fuck you senseless baby girl?” he bit down on your neck sharply, kissing and licking the mark to sooth it.

“Well, the moron is in the room so why not use his precious baby?” you smirked, loving your idea to taint that assholes most prized possession, because let's face it you were beyond the point of caring anymore. All you wanted to do was feed your demons so you could keep them at bay, didn’t care where he fucked you into oblivion.

Sam smiled wickedly and chuckled. “I don’t have the keys, so where do you suggest? The hood?”

“Why not, it’s late. No cars have driven by in the past hour, not to mention we’re at the back of the parking lot. No one would notice,” you licked your bottom lip as you ran your hand across his broad shoulder. “Even if they did, doesn’t mean they wouldn’t enjoy the show.”

“You have no idea how sexy you are right now,” Sam pulled your hair again, nipping and licking your jaw.

You reached up and put your hand on the nape of his neck, quickly pulling him down to kiss you again. This was slower, more deliberate. By the time his tongue was back in your mouth, his hands were on the backs of your thighs. He quickly lift you and set you on the hood of Baby.

You smiled against his lips and pulled him between your legs by his belt. “I know we can’t get completely naked, but there’s always next time,” you mumbled against him while you unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants.

He hummed in response pulling away from your lips to kiss and nip at your neck. You moved back a little to pull off your hoodie while he worked on unbuttoning and pulling off your jeans. You lifted your hips to make it easier and when you came back down you were greeted with the cold metal against your hot skin, but at that moment you just didn’t care.

Sam quickly pulled the straps to your tank top down so it could pool around your waist. He took a moment to gaze down at your almost naked form, you took it upon yourself to removed the straps of your black bra and pull the cups down to give him a better view.

He moved his hands up your sides and rested them just under your boobs. You nipples hardened as the cool breeze blew against your skin. You closed your eyes and leaned back against the hood, which earned you a groan from Sam. “God, you’re fucking beautiful.”

Before you had a chance to respond and open your eyes he had started kissing down your collarbone to your left breast. Licking and nipping the sensitive skin around the nipple, avoiding the one place you wanted his mouth the most. You arched your back up to his touch as a soft moan left your lips.

He moved his hand to your right breast and started to knead it softly, rubbing his thumb across your nipple, causing another moan to fall from your lip. “Sam..” you couldn’t help the slip of his name when he finally took your nipple into his mouth sucking and biting it.

When your hand snaked its way into his hair and pulled slightly he groaned in response, the vibration causing more pleasure to work its way into your core.

Sam let go of your left nipple and kissed his way across the valley of your chest to your right, taking it into his mouth and running his tongue against it. You were so lost in the feeling of his mouth on your chest you didn’t notice his hand move lower until it pulled your little blue thong to the side.

He gently ran his finger along your slit, causing you to gasp at the sudden contact. “Mmm, already soaking baby girl,” he said before he ran his tongue from the center of your chest up to your neck. “Do you want me to fuck you with my big cock?”

You couldn’t help the whimper that left your lips when he slid a finger into your entrance and gently nudged your clit with his thumb. “Y-yes,” you also couldn’t help how wrecked your voice was.

When he pulled his finger out he quickly replaced adding another as well while he kissed up your jaw to your ear. “You’re so tight baby,” he whispered in your ear as he began scissoring his fingers inside of you.

You wrapped your arm around his neck, using the other to keep you steady on the hood. “Ugh, Sam. Take your pants off, please baby,” you said with a slight whine in your voice.

He nipped your jaw lightly and added a third finger inside of you, curving them into a come hither motion, immediately hitting the sweet spot inside of you. You couldn’t help the loud moan of his name slip your lips. He worked you quickly into an orgasm, what threw you over the edge completely was the sharp bite to your shoulder.

Sam worked you through your orgasm and used his other hand to keep you steady on the hood of the impala. When he finally pulled his hand out of your entrance you made quick work of sitting up and started tugging at his pants. “Please baby, need you inside of me.”

He grabbed both of your hands roughly and pushed them behind your back. “Eager much?” he chuckled while bringing the hand he used to finger you up to his lips, putting them into his mouth and humming, keeping your hands pinned behind you with the other. “You taste better than I could imagine. Next time I’m eating you out right.”

You groaned in response to him tasting you on his fingers. “Please Sam,” you whimpered softly.

He quickly crashed his lips back on yours again and used the hand not holding yours to push down his pants and boxers just enough to release his hard length. He pressed the head against your clothed pussy causing you to whimper against his lips.

Before you had time to react he tore your thong off of you in one quick movement with one hand and put them on the hood. “I’m keeping those,” he mumbled against your mouth when he released your hands. “You ready?”

“God, yes,” you moaned when you felt the head of his dick graze you swollen clit.

You moved one hand down between you and grasped him tightly, lining him up to your entrance, groaning at how big he was. ‘What was it with Winchesters and being so big’ you thought to yourself.

He slowly pushed himself into you, groaning as each inch made its way in. “Fuck, you’re so tight and wet baby girl,” he growled into your ear as he pulled one of your legs tightly against his hip.

“All for you Sam,” you moaned when he thrust the rest of the way into you. He let you adjust to his size for a moment before slowly pulling out, causing you to whimper softly as the loss of feeling him stretch you.

He licked up the pulse point on your neck before slamming back into you, causing you to scream softly. “You take my cock so good baby,” he continued slamming into you at an unforgivable pace.

You quickly wrapped one arm around his neck holding him close to you as he kept slamming into you. He quickly raised your leg higher on his waist, hitting your g-spot almost every time. You felt the coil in your stomach tighten, causing you to clench around him tightly.

“Fuck Sam,” you moaned out and moved your other hand into his hair, pulling it roughly, earning you a groan from him and an even harder thrust.

“Cum for me baby, I know you’re close. I wanna feel you cum on my cock,” he growled into your ear before biting the pulse point on your neck. His thrusts started to falter rhythm and you knew he was close too

“Cum with me,” you moaned out throwing your head back.

He grunted in response. A few more thrusts and you could feel his hot release inside of you, triggering your own orgasm. “SAM!” you screamed.

Dean POV:

Dean laid back on the motel bed with his arm over his face just listening to the sounds of clothes shuffling and feet moving around the room. He had no idea why he did what he did, he just knew that he was angry and when the first person who had a nice face and a decent pair of tits flirted with him, he made the choice to fuck his anger out. He just had to go and ruin the moment when he moaned your name, he knew the blonde woman told him her name but the only thing he could think of was you. Why did he have to be in love with you, after what he heard in your room with Cas he knew you didn’t feel the same way. So, why were you still the only thing he could think of even when he was balls deep inside another woman.

“You know, whoever that (Y/N) is, you might want to tell her how you feel,” the blonde said, breaking him out of his thoughts.

He moved his arm away from his face and sat up in the bed. The only thing covering his still naked body being the then sheet of the bed. “Look, I’m sorry about that. I jus-.”

The blonde quickly cut him off. “ Look, Dean was it? You don’t have to explain yourself, in all honesty I didn’t care much because you were a good lay,” she smiled at him genuinely.

“But?” he raised his eyebrow in question.

“If you want my advice, don’t push away a good thing. You moaning her name practically the entire time just showed you didn’t really want me or anyone else for that matter,” she had already finished dressing and was putting on her shoes at this point. “Take it from someone who knows, I pushed away a good man and now I’m just doing the one night stand thing so I don’t get caught up in feelings again,” she stood quickly and slung her bag over her shoulder. “I’m guessing the fact you were fucking me you guys aren’t a thing currently, don’t lose the chance honey. Life is short, take any chance you can get, especially if you love her.”

“Uh-” he ran his hand through his hair and looked down at his lap. Before he could say anything else she interrupted him again.

“If by chance if doesn’t work out though and you happen to be in town again. Look me up,” she winked at him before quickly exiting the room.

He laid back down on the bed with a thump and groaned to himself. “FUCK,” he yelled. If a chick from the bar could tell how he felt before he came to accept it, maybe she was right. You were perfect and all he was doing as pushing you away. You weren’t exclusive or anything when he heard what he did so maybe if he told you how he felt, you felt the same way. Be damned if you fucked Cas, who wouldn’t want to be with you. You were a fucking goddess.

Dean sat up quickly and got out of bed. “Damnit,” he stood quickly and looked for his clothes that had been thrown around the room. He needed to talk to you about how he felt before he lost you for good.

He found his jeans and tshirt and decided he would just go commando, hopefully you were still at the bar with Sam. He sighed and quickly slipped his boots on before grabbing the keys to Baby and his wallet, just incase you weren’t there.

He rushed out the door, grabbing his jacket and phone that were resting by it. His stomach was in knots, there was no denying he was nervous.

As he made his way down the hallway with his head down to stare at the ground trying to think about what he was going to say to you. That’s when he heard hushed voices coming from a little further down the hallway.

“How the fuck did the door end up like this?” a man with a baseball hat whisper yelled.

“How am I supposed to know? I was doing rounds when I noticed it,” a woman dressed in a maids uniform answered.

Dean couldn’t help but stop behind them to see what they were talking about. Luckily they were both shorter then him so he could see past. The solid oak door that would normally match the others were hanging just barely off the hinges. It was splintered and almost broken in half. Whatever did that must have had decent strength, if he had tried to do that it would’ve taken him a few good kicks, on a good day. It was a good thing no one occupied the room or else they may have had a heart attack.

It took him a moment to compose himself before quickly making his way down the rest of the hallway and down the stairs to the parking lot. ‘Maybe it was something of the supernatural sorts that broke the door’ he thought to himself and shook his head. If it had been then it would’ve been the door to their room that had been smashed because most things that hunted them were smart enough to go to the right room. “Probably just some domestic,” he chuckled to himself as he made his way to the bar.

As he was about to cross the street to the bar he heard a grunt followed by a moan. He looked around quickly trying to place where the sounds had been coming from. “What the hell?” he quickly reached to his waistband for his gun only just now realizing he had left it in the hotel room. “Fuck.”

He turned back towards the parking lot and began walking back quietly. Maybe he could make it to baby to grab a weapon if it was a monster. The closer he got to the car however the noises grew louder.

He attempted to keep in the shadows as best he could as he moved closer. That’s when he saw Sam standing next to the hood of the impala with his pants around his thighs and legs around his waist.

He inwardly groaned to himself and whispered quietly. “Fucking gross, Sam,” he had to keep himself from gagging as he watched his little brother plow into whoever he picked up from the bar. ‘Wait, if Sam’s here where’s (Y/-’ his thoughts were cut short when he heard your voice.

“Fuck Sam,” Dean instantly felt his heart drop. You were fucking his brother. First Cas, and now Sam.

He almost felt like crying with how much it hurt, then again he was just having sex with some blonde he just met. His brother though, that was low.

Dean began walking away from the impala. He needed a drink, or ten. You were fucking his brother, on his goddamn car. He didn’t even realize it when he made it back over to the bar, the only thing that brought him back to reality was when he heard you scream.

“SAM!”

Chapter 5

Masterlist

#dean winchester/reader #dean/reader #sam winchester/reader #sam/reader #Castiel/reader #Cas/reader #daddy!crowley/reader #crowley/reader #clueless cas #Communication is important #multiple points of view

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I Will Survive [Beta] - Chapter 3: Caught Ya Napping

[A/N: Not much to say about this one other than I’m pleased with how smoothly the writing went. ^^]

[Summary: In which Sean tries to record Bio Inc. again and then gets interrupted by Ma- ahem, “Mark.”]

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Jack,

I know you probably don’t expect me to say this, but I believe you. I trust that you and Signe wouldn’t make this shit up, and really, it’s too weird to be a coincidence. If I see anything suspicious or out of the ordinary on my end, I’ll be sure to let you know. I also promise not to tell anyone about this, unless you tell me otherwise.

However, I don’t think there’s anything I, or you, or anyone can do about it right now. There really isn’t enough information (at least from what you’ve told me) to go by. And if it is supernatural, I don’t think we can really stop it. Or if we can, I don’t know how.

Again, thank you for trusting me. Be safe.

-Robin

Well, that was a pleasant surprise to find between games. Sean honestly didn’t think that Robin would be this calm about it. Then again, it was all in writing. Who knows what faces he made as he read the email.

It was exactly Sean’s concerns, though: not enough information. Too many questions and no answers to go with them. Is it related to the Anti stuff? Is it supernatural? Will it happen again?

Sean was becoming as much frustrated as scared. Of course he didn’t want more shit to happen. He didn’t want anyone to worry, or be in danger. But fuck’s sake! He wouldn’t die happy unless he got to the bottom of this, he just knew it.

Bio Inc. If he tried Bio Inc. again, he might get and answer. He’ll do his second game right now, and then go through Bio Inc. after that. That would be the plan - that would have been the plan regardless. Bio Inc. may have to come out slightly later than anticipated. That was fine; he could find some way to pass it off as all part of the plan. He could incorporate that into the game and Anti’s monologue or something.

Grrrrr...

Whoa. God damn. First things first: get some food to make his stomach happy. It didn’t seem to want anything in particular. Maybe it would change its mind once it saw the contents of the kitchen. Something quick and easy. That was all his brain was in the mood for, anyway.

As he passed through the living room, he spotted Signe lying on the sofa, face towards the back. Sound asleep, as evidence by some light snoring. Sean chuckled to himself. That wasn’t quite the level of “taking it easy” he was thinking of, but whatever works for her. Whatever helped her relax and recover from seeing whatever demonic monstrosity she saw - that’s all Sean cared about. Maybe he’d even spread a blanket over her. She got cold pretty easily.

You know what? I’m gonna do that.

It was a lot of back-and-forth trips through the house - but hey, it was exercise. Back up to the bedroom - with the sandwich he threw together. He set it down temporarily on the nightstand and grabbed one of the blankets off the bed, the really soft and fluffy one. Her favorite. Sean brought it back out to the living room, paying attention to and minimizing the sound of his footsteps this time. He waved it over Signe and let it fall. The blanket gently drifted down to cover her, minus her feet. Didn’t even faze her, though Sean wouldn’t bother trying to mess with it too much for fear of waking her up. Whatever, it was fine; she’d mess it all up herself in her sleep anyway.

He couldn’t resist the temptation to press a kiss to the back of Signe’s head. She fidgeted a little, yanking some of the blanket closer to her face. Called it.

This was it. This time, he made it through. Nothing had happened. No nightmare. Just Jack and ze good doctah having a bad time, all as originally planned. Now Sean just had to tackle Anti’s segment. He supposed it wasn’t too late for anything bad to happen. If it was somehow tied to Anti, this would be the moment for it to happen.

...No time to be thinking about that.

Sean fluffed up his hair in the bathroom mirror, trying to nail the look he wanted. Damn it, this still looked a little too soft. He spritzed some water into his hand and combed his fingers through. There. A little better, a little rattier. Throat “sliced,” gauges in, he was set to go. And the knife. He was using a newer, bigger one this time around. He could envision his reflection in the wide, stainless-steel blade. Heh heh... No wonder everyone got so hyped about him. Sean did, too. Running his fingertips along the edge thrilled him. So in-character. Maybe a little too in-character.

But these kinds of characters were so much fun!

“Guess who’s back, back again,” Sean softly sang to himself as he walked down the hall. “Anti’s back, everyone knows already.” He laughed. Ah, the theorists. Nothing escaped their collective eagle eye for more than half a second. But then again, how easy was it to hide from 16 million people and counting on the Internet?

Back in his office, Sean stood in the middle of the room, in front of his camera. What should he even say? He still had to pin down exactly what kind of mood he wanted for the scene. Something a tad more aggressive. Something threatening. Something that showed he really wasn’t fucking around this time.

“Well look who’s back!” He gritted his teeth in his best “psychotic” smile, and the classic evil giggle willed itself through. “You all thought you had him back. But this...” He dragged the dull side of the blade across his throat. “...will never end!” The tip poked him as he finished speaking. “Ow. That actually kinda hurt.” He laughed at himself. Can’t get through an Anti video without hurting himself in some way, whether burning his arms on candles or outright stabbing himself. Jeez.

“Well, I hope you’re happy...” He already used that line before. Was that all right? “I do,” he continued, breaking character. “I do hope you’re happy. Anti hopes you’re happy. He may be a character, but he’s got a good heart. He wants you all to feel spe-”

Buzz.

“Agh. Shut up, phone!” Good thing he didn’t have to do all the lines in one shot. Whatever. At least it was bugging him during a line that was meant for the outtakes. “Who’s texting me? ...Fucking Mark. The hell does he want?”

Sean predicted it was probably something stupid.

Though jokes on you jack :P wasn’t exactly the kind of stupid he was thinking of.

“The fuck?”

What the fuck did that mean? Couldn’t have been a wrong number due to the “Jack” at the end. Unless he sent some other message earlier and it just got eaten or something? Yeah, that was probably it. Or something like it.

Sean wouldn’t get the chance to ask any questions or get any answers, as the phone buzzed again in his hand, startling him. Another one from Mark. This one was an image-

“Jesus Christ!”

Thud. Somehow the phone resisted breaking against the desk.

Sean instinctively backed against the wall, hands balled up into fists and pressed against the sides of his head. “Oh my God... What the fuck?” Morbid curiosity urged him to check again, to make sure he wasn’t freaking out for no reason. But his legs didn’t want to take him anywhere but far away. As far away from that phone as he could possibly get.

He took several deep, calming breaths, overriding the paralysis and slowly walking back towards the spot on the floor where the phone landed. It wasn’t going to hurt him. Was it? Only one way to find out.

He picked it up again, feeling a burst of vertigo from bending over. His eye twitched like mad again, and he started feeling uneasy in his gut. Good God, it was getting worse. Everything was getting worse. Why was he suddenly this sick? Either that was one hell of a sandwich, or...

What the fuck was happening?

Sean managed to tap Mark’s name despite the visible tremble in his thumb. No, he wasn’t seeing things. It was definitely Mark’s blackened body - exactly what Signe described happened to Sean while he was navigating the nightmare. Mark’s mouth was gaping open as well, and his limbs were splayed out. He was definitely outside on the grass, near a building wall - most likely his house.

The unease in Sean’s stomach transitioned into all-out nausea.

Somehow, it was even more unnerving than waking up in the nightmare himself. Something about this hell happening to someone else was so much more terrifying. Perhaps it was the lack of control. The inability to communicate to Mark how to get out. The not knowing if he would be in the mindset to experiment around with the dot-ghost the same way Sean did - or the luck to land near it and find it at all. Now he fully understood Signe’s breakdown earlier.

Should he wake her up and tell her? She hadn’t come up to his office despite the obviously-unnatural screaming. This would be important for her to know, Sean felt, and yet what a rude fucking wake-up call. At the very least, he could tell Robin. He had to. He would. Right now.

Robin its happening again. But now its Mark. Got the freakiest fucking text from him. Pretty sure its not him.

Sent. Now he had to wait. Oh God, now there was nothing to distract him from his upset stomach. Don’t puke, don’t puke, don’t puke... Deep breaths. Willpower. His eye still twitched periodically. Come to think of it, he’d made Jack have nausea at least twice now in response to Anti. That and the eye twitching...

Holy fuck. Maybe it was somehow...

Buzz. Robin’s response couldn’t have come too soon. Sean opened it up.

What? Is he okay? Can you text him back?

Text him back? Really? Would that work?

I’ll try.

Sean switched over to “Mark.” Who the fuck are you???

The stomach upset was growing. He was confident puking was inevitable.

A buzz surprised him. From “Mark.”

someone who doesn’t like being mocked

Sean switched back to Robin. Hey got a response back from him surprisingly. Will send you screenshots later.

“Mark” sent another one on his own. u feelin ok jack? ur not actin like urself

Sean wasn’t going to fuck around with this. Just cut to the chase. Are you Anti?

what do u think ;)

Where’s Mark?

i think u kno lol

Man, Anti was even more of a fucking asshole than Sean envisioned him. Why Mark? What did he do?

hes guilty as u r

What, the Dark vs Anti thing?

wow ur slow...

God fucking dammit. So Anti wasn’t a fan of that video. Figures. But that wasn’t seriously the reason he was-

Sean started salivating. Fuck. He shoved the phone into his pocket and bolted for the bathroom, and just so happened to encounter Signe, awake and apparently heading the same direction.

“Hold on, Signe, gonna puke.”

“Sean?”

He slammed the door shut, a little harder than he probably should have. The phone buzzed one more time as he knelt over the toilet. He pulled it out of his pocket.

just try to save him

Sean lost it.

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