#maybe he holds it like a rosary in his pocket to think about his mom and Destiny Islands

[enigmaris]

Holiday Truce Gift!

Here’s my gift for @voidetrap. 

I hope you enjoy the fic! I’ve never written anything about Wes before so I hope I I met your expectations!!

The fic is Wes Weston vs. Jazz Fenton.

Check it out below the cut!

Why No One Believes Wes Weston:

Wes settled down into the chair, his heavy backpack clanking as he placed it on the floo beside him. He had to be careful, if he damaged any of his camera equipment, he wouldn’t have the chance to catch Fenton in the act. Last time Fenton had purposefully transformed in front of him when he saw that his camera’s lens was broken.

The bastard.

After Wes had confronted Fenton for the first time, Fenton had started messing with him consistently. Wes hadn’t gone to the rest of the school with his suspicions, and he wouldn’t until he had real evidence. Which is what the cameras were for. Soon enough he’d record the transformation and then it would be undeniable.

Not that Wes was planning on hunting Fenton down right then. No. He was here for a tutoring session. The tutoring sessions were held in one of the older classrooms, that went more or less unused since the ghost Poindexter had had his old locker moved in there by the principle and claimed it as his own. Despite this the ghost was hardly ever even there, but his haunted locker gave most everyone the creeps.  Other than the old locker the classroom was filled with wooden desks and chairs and an old dirty chalkboard. Wes had never actually been in this room before but it looked like most every other classroom in the school.

His grades in science were slipping and his teacher had promised him extra credit if he attended five sessions. She’d been offering that deal to every student, but most kids didn’t take her up on it because tutoring was the lamest way to spend an afternoon. Wes had done it to get his parents off his back. He didn’t know who was running the session, maybe one of the biology teachers, and he didn’t much care. He just had to get through an hour of this and then he could get back to following Fenton around for evidence. The door to the classroom opened and Wes looked up to see one other student walk in.

Jazz Fenton.

Dubbed the hottest senior girl by Wes’ gym class, Jazz Fenton was the anomaly of the Fenton Family. She wasn’t weird, she didn’t scream about ghosts or have to go to the bathroom constantly. She was also human and not a ghost masquerading as a human. She was beautiful, intelligent, and kind. People liked Jazz Fenton and Wes was no exception. He just wondered if she knew what her brother was. Was she even safe from him in Fentonworks?

“Oh!” She said. “Someone’s here.”

“Do people not normally come?”

“Oh, only around finals.” She joked. “What’s your name?”

“W…Wes. Wes Weston.”

“Alright Wes. What class are you in?”

“Chemistry.”

“Mrs. Anderson’s class?” She asked and Wes nodded in lieu of an answer. “Well great! I know what section you’re on then, open up your textbook and let’s get started.”

Wes pulled his textbook out of his bag and listened to Jazz begin to tutor him on stoichiometry. Wes sort of understood what that was but that didn’t mean he was any good at it. It relied on a lot of math that had never been Wes’ strong suit. He’d totally bombed the quiz on it last week and he was almost grateful to be getting the review. She wrote out a few practice problems and walked him through it very carefully. Wes followed along step by step, enjoying having her pretty eyes on him and listening to her friendly voice. Once she was sure he’d gotten it, she gave him a few to do on his own.

“So. Are you the only tutor?” Wes asked.

He wondered if he should tell her what he knew. Maybe then she could help him. Besides if her brother was dead then she needed to know. Living in denial couldn’t be good for anyone.

Wasn’t she all about psychology anyway? She’d love the warning!

“Yep. No one else wants to stay at school after hours since there’s more ghost activity in the late afternoons. Poindexter usually comes by but he and I have an agreement.” She answered. “I volunteered to do most of the afterschool work. It looks good on college applications too.”

“You know you’re pretty cool.” Wes said, trying to subtly warn Fenton’s hot and awesome sister that her younger brother was actually a ghost. “Normal, I mean. Danny’s a bit...”

The girl stiffened and then looked at the Wes with the fakest calm look Wes had ever seen. She looked frightened, as if Wes was threatening her.

“What are you talking about?” She squeaked. “Danny is the normal one.”

What?

Wes spent the rest of the tutoring session in a daze, asking questions and trying to understand why Jazz had reacted like that. Jazz spent the rest of it emphasizing how normal Danny was compared to her, just a normal boy with normal abilities.

She knew.

And what’s worse, she didn’t care.

If Jazz Fenton considered Danny normal then…

Then what was she?

When Wes got home, he started to frantically pace his room. Think Wes. Think. Jazz Fenton seemed normal. She wasn’t a ghost, Wes’ ghost detection equipment would’ve went off around her like it did Danny. So, then what? She was beautiful, pale, intelligent, and most people just got lost in her eyes when she talked. What if she was using some sort of mind control? What if people only thought she was pretty because she had something supernatural going on?

How deep did this thing go?

Wes put a picture of Jazz, taken from the online newspaper from the time she won the science fair, on his cork board and started sticking post-it notes around her, listing out everything he could possibly think of to describe Jazz. Mesmerizing. Strong. Capable. Smart. Welcoming.  As he muttered to himself, he started connecting various lists together using yarn. By the end of it, Wes looked up at his tangled mess and gasped.

“No. No. No.”

It can’t be.

He rushed over to his computer and brought up google. He typed in a search term and looked at the various Wikipedia articles that came up all while denying his conclusions.  

Strong.

Pale.

Beautiful.

Intelligent.

It was all there.

“Jazz Fenton is a vampire.”

He felt a trickle of fear run down his spine. Ghosts. Ghosts Wes could handle. Everyone in Amity knew how to handle ghosts. If you had ghost weapons you fired, if you didn’t you ducked out of the way and waited for someone who did. But vampires? No. That was new. That was dangerous. No one had vampire hunting equipment in Amity. Why would they?

They’d need them now.

Where were her fangs? Obviously, she wore fake teeth, or maybe they could retract to a normal length when she wasn’t feeding. Wes had seen Jazz Fenton fight ghosts with a whip, no one human could be that strong and that skinny. It was all coming together. The Fentons had adopted two undead teenagers and Jazz thought Danny was the more normal one because he was at least human half the time.

Now Wes just had to prove it.

The next day at school Wes snuck around at lunch trying to catch Jazz Fenton in the act of not eating or drinking blood or something. He didn’t even know where to start and he had to be careful. One false move and she’d be on his neck and then it would be game over. Wes couldn’t die, not when something as dangerous as a vampire walked among them. He didn’t see her in the lunchroom though. He also didn’t see Danny. He frowned and snuck out of the cafeteria. It didn’t take long to find the two Fenton teens talking to each other in an empty hallway.

“I’m serious Danny. The guy asked so many weird questions.”

“It’s just Wes.” Danny scoffed. “He’s not going to figure it out.”

“What if he does? We can’t let this get out, what about our-”

“Jazz. I swear he’s not going to hurt you or anyone else. He’s harmless.”

Wes narrowed his eyes. He’d show Danny harmless.

“Okay. I just. With information like that he could really hurt you.”

“You should be worried about yourself. You’re the one who has to interact with him for hours at a time. Don’t let him get to you. Don’t give anything away.”

The two teens kept talking about but it stopped being interesting, so Wes snuck back without them being aware that he’d listened in from behind a corner. He sat back down in the cafeteria and pulled out his notebook. He grabbed a cheap clicker pen and started to write out on the top of a clean page.

How to hunt a vampire:

1)      Garlic:

      a.      Wear garlic necklace (or put garlic in pocket) to next tutoring session.                   Look for averse reaction to smell.

2)      Cross:

      a.      Borrow mom’s cross and hide it in palm, shake hands with potential                     vampire, look for burns

3)      Sunlight??

      a.      Are vampires weak to sunlight? Jazz Fenton never seen outside on                     sunny day, always studying? Potential hazard? Open blinds during                       tutoring?

            i.      Warning could be defeated by thick sunscreen, check for zinc smell.

4)      Holy water?

      a.      Need to go to church with parents.

            i.      Plan heist of cathedral???

5)      Mirror:

      a.      Test for reflection

6)      Invitation:

      a.      Does Jazz need to be welcomed into a home to enter?

            b.      How to test??

                       i.      Hold a party?

It was a start Wes thought. He could try the first two easily tomorrow at his next tutoring session.

Wes’ mom kept asking him why he needed the garlic in the pantry, but she let him have it and she didn’t even notice that he’d borrowed her rosary. Wes kept the garlic in his pockets all day and occasionally rubbed it on his skin just so that he smelt very thickly of garlic. People avoided him in the hallways which meant he knew it was working. When the tutoring session started, Wes held out a hand, rosary hidden in his palm. Jazz saw it though and paused.

“Is that a cross?” She asked instead of shaking his hand. “It looks nice.”

“Don’t like crosses?”

“I’m not very religious.”

Right.

Test 1 failed.

At least he still had the garlic.

He put the rosary back into his pocket and pulled out his work. He’d placed a fan in the room so that it was blowing air from him to Jazz, ensuring the scent of garlic was going directly to her face. She didn’t seem to notice at first. But within a few minutes Wes noticed her sniffing.

“Do you smell something?”

“Uh no?”

“Oh. Must be some phantom smell. My parents experiments sometimes smell horrible and it sticks with me for hours after.”

Her parents made her immune to garlic. Damn.

The next tests were also not very successful. He couldn’t get her to look at a mirror without it sounding weird and the classroom didn’t have any reflective surfaces. He asked his parents if he could hold a party and they said no, he had after all gone home covered in garlic and gotten her rosary tainted with garlic smell. He tried to get Jazz to touch crosses multiple more times, but she always managed to slither her way out of it.

Fenton noticed Wes’ suspicions and got really protective. He kept Wes from doing anything to Jazz outside of the tutoring sessions.  

It all came to a head two weeks after Wes’ discovery.

He hadn’t slept well in days. Nights were filled with fears and doubts about vampires and ghosts. If ghosts and vampires were real then what else was? Bigfoot? Werewolves? Mermaids? How many things were trying to kill people? How was no one else noticing this? Were they all blind?

He saw Jazz Fenton drinking a red liquid from a thermos during lunch and snapped.

“THAT’S IT!” He shouted loud enough to be heard throughout the cafeteria. Everyone quieted down. “EVERYONE LISTEN UP! I HAVE SOME IMPORTANT INFORMATION ABOUT JAZZ FENTON!”

Wes stood up and climbed onto the top of his lunch table. He struck a very dramatic pose and pointed at Jazz.

“She is a vampire!”

A beat of silence and then the entire school burst into laughter.

“No No! Look, she’s drinking blood!”

“It’s tomato soup.” Jazz denied. “Look.”

She thrust the open thermos over to one of her table mates who sniffed it and confirmed it was tomato soup.

“I’ve never seen you in the sun!”

“I’m on the school’s swim team.” She argued. “Get plenty of sun that way. Wait is that why you kept thrust a cross in my face?”

“Oh my gosh.” Danny said loud enough for everyone to hear. “You’re crazy next thing you’re going to be telling all of us that I’m a ghost!”

He then laughed loudly and the entire school followed suit, even Dash was willing to laugh along with Danny at the expense of Wes.

And from that day onward no one ever believed the boy-who-cried-vampire.

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[jawnjendes]

shawn meets... | sapphire(3)

SUMMARY: in the life of a rockstar, shawn mendes comes across some unique people. sometimes, things stray from the norm. (AU, shawn x every one of my oc’s)(continuation/spin off of goth gf)

AN: SPOOKY N SAD AT THE END. tryna get all the spooky out before @fourtristattoos spooky fest ends!! 

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previous chapter (this did not appear in the tags, so pls read if you havent done so already)

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Sam Doyle was five foot eleven inches of pure, Irish sex. There was no other way to put it, really. He wasn’t exactly great looking, but the sheer amount of confidence and chaotic energy he had upon arriving to Sapphire’s mansion was enough to get Shawn reeled in as well.

He had sparkling blue eyes, a man bun, and a decent amount of scruff. He was just how Sapphire had described him: clad in all back, several tattoos going up and down his arms, and very broody. He was a mystery, and it was like a bus that Shawn was hit with the realization that he actually does have a type: the mysterious, brooding loners who wear all black. Sapphire was the odd one out in the group of people Shawn has been interested throughout the last few years.

"Nice to meet you, Shawn," Sam said in a tone that matched his outfit. He had a strong grip as he shook hands with the singer. "Sippy wasn't lying when she said you're a looker." He winked.

"More than a looker," Sapphire said, leaning against the Irishman and hugging his arm. "He's a dream."

Shawn was not the type to get so flustered, but that was before he met Sapphire. He swore this entire house was changing his state of mind.

"Stop," he said in a voice more docile than expected. "You're way too nice."

"Just calling it as it is," Sam told him with a grin.

Sam Doyle kept Sapphire Lilith to himself for the first two days he was at the mansion. The two of them were holed up in the pink bedroom, not caring who heard or saw what was going on. Shawn had no part in it, he wasn’t the center of attention, and it made him feel some kind of way. He could have left the estate altogether, but Sapphire sent him periodical texts reminding him to stay. He couldn’t bring himself to disobey her.

There was no choice but to wander. Shawn used the gym as often as he pleased, mostly to get rid of the frustration. Sometimes he lounged in the library, find all sorts of books to get lost in. It was actually quite pleasant, even though there was a voice in the back of his head telling him that this whole situation was just a little weird. The voice sounded like Andrew, who actually called him.

"So, we're going back to Toronto tomorrow," he told his client. "Should I call a car for you?"

How is it that Shawn literally forgot he had been in London for work things… in the middle of his break. No, he would not be going to Canada today or tomorrow or anytime soon. He tells Andrew just as much.

"Why not?" he asked, clearly annoyed. "We have things to do before you get back to recording!"

"I'm supposed to be on vacation right now, I don't want to work," Shawn said, glancing up at the ceiling as he heard a rhythmic banging noise.

"You're still hanging around that socialite, aren't you?" Andrew guessed. "What, is she paying you to stay with her?"

Shawn scoffed. "No. I like her, and she likes me. I'm well taken care of here."

"For now. What about when she's done with you?"

The banging sound persisted, so Shawn walked out into the hallway, phone pressed to his ear. Walking up a flight of stairs, he realized he was getting annoyed as well. He didn't want to leave the Lilith Manor anytime soon, why didn't Andrew get that?

"When she's done, she's done," Shawn said, despite the fact that the girl in question had another person in her bedroom and he wasn't allowed to get in on it. "It's nothing serious, anyway."

"If it's not serious, then why are you so keen on staying with her?" Andrew asked. "Look, I heard about what happened with you and Brian. He's sorry about-"

Something went off, and Shawn snapped. "If he's sorry, he can come tell me himself!"

Andrew was silent for a moment. "I don't know what exactly happened, but you need to get it together. Are you really going to let one argument with your best friend stop you from going home?"

"Look, you're not my mom, so back off. I'll go home on my own terms."

"Hey-"

Shawn ended the call and sighed. He leaned against the wall, bumping the back of his head against it. He wasn't staying here because he was mad at Brian. That's stupid. It's petty. He was staying at the Lilith estate because he genuinely wanted to. Sapphire was kind and generous, and really unlike anyone he’s ever been attracted to.

He really couldn’t remember the last time he was into someone so feminine. So charming. Someone with such goddess-like energy… but god and goddess wasn’t the right way to put it.

It had gotten awfully quiet in the vicinity as Shawn wandered while on the phone. He peered into the room he was standing outside of and… Well, there was a time in his life where he wouldn’t question the sight of a skull or pentagram. Now, it was different and a little jarring.

The room was pink, just like any other. This one was decorated with a neon light in the shape of a pentagram hanging on the wall. Large blades with pink handles were hanging on either side of the gram, and a goat skull was hanging above it. There was a little table against the wall underneath all that. Shawn stepped closer, finding a little bowl and a closed pocket knife on the surface. He felt the hairs on his arms and back of his neck stand up, and a bizarre chill went down his spine. There was a slight burn under where his necklace hung and he looked down at his chest.

Maybe a pentagram and a rosary in the same room wasn’t a good mix after all.

Shawn turned on his heel, intending to leave the room and act like he saw nothing, but someone was standing in the doorway.

“Lookin’ for something?” asked Sam.

Okay, he was literally on the floor above with Sapphire. How could he move so fast and track Shawn down so easily?

Also, why did Shawn feel like he had been caught with his hand down his pants? He was just wandering, which he was allowed to do. He couldn’t help the heat rising on his face, or the stammering of his words as Sam’s blue eyes stared him down.

“Well? Spit it out, pet,” he pressed, but he didn’t sound playful anymore. His eyes got darker, literally. The irises turned black for a split second before returning to their brilliant blue.

It made Shawn’s heart pound in his ears. Did he even dare mention what he just saw? Did he even actually see that? He didn’t blink, did he?

“I was on the phone,” he finally replied, face heating up even more at the nickname. “Wasn’t paying attention to where I was going. I think I got lost.”

“Best to get lost somewhere else, then.” Sam trailed his eyes down Shawn’s body. “You need to get rid of that thing around your neck.”

He looked down at his rosary. “My grandmother gave it to me.”

Sam raised his eyebrows. “Huh. I guess you’re not as obedient as Sippy said.” He gestured for the other man to follow him.

On most occasions, Shawn wasn’t so docile. He would have asked more about this room and the problem with his rosary if it weren’t for the headspace he had been fucked into. He knew when and how to get out of it, but it was always looming on his shoulders. It just took the charm of some pretty people to get it out, and so far, that only pretty person was Sapphire.

He followed Sam up to Sapphire’s bedroom. Shawn ended up watching them fuck with his hands tied behind his back. It was a good way to forget about the black eyes.

~

The very next day, Sam had left the property, and apparently without warning. It was the first time Shawn had seen Sapphire break her bubbly demeanor.

“Come with me,” she said to Shawn after breakfast.

Like a lost puppy, he followed her down to the gym. Sapphire took off her silk robe to reveal the sports bra and leggings she had on. She approached the punching bag hanging from the ceiling.

“Hold it for me,” she commanded as she cracked her knuckles.

Shawn stood behind the bag, mildly weary. “Shouldn’t you put on some - oof!”

Sapphire punched the bag once, hard enough to make it lurch into Shawn’s body. He didn’t question her methods anymore and silently held the bag.

She was always the one doing the grabbing, pulling, and pinning down, yet only now was Shawn realizing just how strong Sapphire was. Every blow she delivered to the bag made Shawn’s stance against it falter. She didn’t even have any use for sports tape or gloves. Her bare, manicured hands and a crazed look in her eyes was all that was needed for her to get her frustrations out.

After her workout, Sapphire requested to be left alone. Shawn might as well have disappeared. He would have if he wasn’t so needy for her attention. It was like crack. Sweet, baby pink crack.

He did leave her alone for a few hours. But he knew she wasn’t feeling okay, and he didn’t want to let her wallow in it. He found her in one of the living rooms, curled up on the couch with her phone in hand. Sapphire was draped under a fluffy white blanket, the picture of sadness.

Shawn went to sit on the floor in front of the couch. He reached over and stroked the side of her face. Sapphire made a tiny noise at the touch, picking her head up off the pillow. When her glittery eyes opened, Shawn was not expecting to see bright red irises. He recoiled a little bit, remembering the recurring dream he had along with Sam’s black-to-blue eyes. Still, Shawn didn’t move his hand away..

“Contacts?” he guessed, feeling weary for some reason.

She nodded, still looking upset. “What do you want?”

“You’ve been tense all day, honey.”

Sapphire had a little pout on her cute little lips. She wasn’t as stubborn as other girls that Shawn has dated, and she sat up after a moment, patting the space next to her.

“Lovers don’t mean shit, right?” she said when Shawn was sat next to her. Her voice was oddly soft and innocent.

He blinked. “Define lover?”

“I don’t understand the concept of love,” she said. “I understand companions. Friends. Sex. All of that for fun. I enjoy the company of others, even if I don’t sleep with them. I enjoy the company of my staff, I don’t sleep with any of them, nor do I intend to.”

“Well,” Shawn said, “you care about them, right?”

Sapphire nodded.

“You want your friends to be happy, live their best life and everything?”

“Yes.”

“That’s love.”

She paused for a moment, scrunching her brows. “Well, I understand that! It’s just… going on dates? Holding hands? You can do that with your friends. Spending the rest of your life with one person? I can’t see that.”

Shawn understood now. “Oh, you don’t feel romantic attraction? Not even for Sam?”

“No. He and I have been together for years, and it’s always been open. We’re each other’s best friends, tied for life. I was something else before I met him.”

“People come and go from your life, no matter what. And you’re always, always changing. Nothing’s permanent.”

The blonde looked down, a pensive look on her face.

“Or…” Shawn trailed off. “Has, has Sam hurt you? Is he not good to you?”

Sapphire looked up at him. “He and I are fine. She - I love spoiling him. And we have all seen what he’s like in bed. Like I said, it’s for life. I just don’t love him the way a wife would love her husband.”

“Does he know that?”

“I’m sure he does. He does this a lot, just runs off whenever he pleases without so much as leaving a note. It hurts a bit when he does that.” She paused. “I even have to send Kat to see if he ran off with my Tesla! That thing was custom made!”

So what’s the problem then, other than Sam’s departures are painful?

“He’ll come back,” Shawn reassured, “if he cares, he’ll come back.”

Sapphire scoffed. “In a hundred years perhaps. Fuck’s sake, why can’t this stupid little brain realize she’s being used! Stupid little boyfriend doesn’t love or care! He just fucks!”

Shawn wasn’t sure what she was talking about, and he was too afraid to ask. Not to mention, Sapphire just confirmed she was okay with just being friends with Sam. So he tried a different approach.

“Why don’t we forget about all of this for a while, eh?” he asked gently, offering a smile.

He really should have started with that.

~

There’s animalistic sex, and then there’s whatever that was. It was hot, sure. But Shawn had a few too many scratch marks right where his heart was and nowhere else on his body. Well, apart from the restraints around his wrists that kept him bound to the headboard. Sapphire was especially harsh this time, and all she did was ride him.

She made all sorts of noises that probably wouldn’t normally come from a typical human. A type of guttural growling that didn’t match her sweet voice bubbled out of her throat several times, and she didn’t say anything to her partner. There were no words of praise or coos of his name. Just… borderline demonic sounds.

They were both sweating by the end of it, and Sapphire’s noises sounded more like herself, but distressed. She whimpered like she was in pain as she rolled off of Shawn’s body. Her body collapsed next to him and she curled up into a ball, panting softly.

It worried him. She was never like this after sex, had something gone wrong? He turned his head, watching her body shake slightly, and he tugged on his restraints.

“Saph? Honey, what’s wrong?” he asked, but received no answer. “Sapphire, hey. I need you to untie me.”

She hiccuped and listened to him. She sat up, keeping her head down, probably knowing that Shawn was watching her face, as she reached over and untied the rope from his wrists. As soon as he was free, Shawn sat up and scooped the blonde into his arms, gently shushing her.

“I know, it was really intense,” he soothed. “You really got into character, eh? Those contacts give you power or something.”

Again, she didn’t respond. Sapphire merely leaned into his chest, trying to make herself as small as possible. Shawn planned on holding her for as long as she wanted, but even that was interrupted.

A rapid knock sounded on the door, followed by Kat’s voice. “Ms. Lilith?”

“You don’t have to-” Shawn was about to say, but Sapphire was out of bed in the blink of an eye.

She picked her robe up off the ground and put it on before opening the door a crack. Shawn sheepishly got back under the covers, shielding his modesty. He heard the two women speak to each other in hushed tones, and he noticed that Kat was panicked. Her composure was nowhere to be seen. Then Sapphire gasped.

“Oh… oh, I see.” She closed the door once again and then went to her wardrobe.

“What happened?” Shawn asked, watching her as she stripped off her robe and pulled on a pink nightgown.

“Nothing, darling,” she replied, keeping her back to him as she pulled out another piece of fabric from her wardrobe. It was sheer and black, another robe. She put it on, and it trailed along the floor as she swiftly went back to the door. Then she turned to him and quickly blew him a kiss. “Just get some sleep, alright? I have things to tend to.”

The last thing he heard in the hall was Kat scolding her employer for “changing clothes at a time like this.” He sat there on the bed, naked and confused. That weird chill went down his spine, like when he was in the pentagram room. Some type of anxiety formed in his chest as well, something was telling him to deny Sapphire’s request.

Shawn got dressed as quietly as he could, trying to make out the voices out in the hallway. He pressed his ear to the door, and heard Kat’s heels come to a stop. Just as Shawn placed his hand on the knob, he heard Sapphire’s voice right outside the door.

“Darling?”

He answered the call, meeting Sapphire’s blue eyes once more. Her face was full of worry, and she was playing with the fuzzy ends of her sleeves.

Wait. Her eyes are blue.

“Your-” Shawn was about to say.

“Darling, your friend came over,” Sapphire said over him. “And, er, there’s been an accident.”

Her eyes are blue.

“What?” he asked, his mind being pulled in every direction. “What? Wait, I- what friend?”

“Red hair.”

“Brian?” He and the team left for Toronto yesterday. There’s no way he could be here. “Where is he?”

Shawn was about to step out of the room, but Sapphire placed her hands on his chest. She still had that concern on her face, and it wasn’t exactly reassuring.

“There was an accident,” she repeated.

“What happened?”

But Sapphire didn’t answer. As if on cue, she stepped to the side to reveal Kat, who had been in the hallway. Her face was much more composed than how she sounded a few minutes ago. She stepped forward, looking Shawn directly in the eyes.

“Your friend was let in earlier tonight,” she explained calmly. “It was presumed he was looking for you. He was walking up one of the flights of stairs, and he slipped. He fell backwards, into a glass table.”

“What the fuck? Is he okay? Where is he?” Shawn made another move to leave the room, but both women stopped him.

Kat continued, keeping the same cool tone. “He somehow crashed into the table neck first. An ambulance was called and is on the way, but I couldn’t find a pulse. I’m sorry, Mr. Mendes.”

All the directions his mind was going in suddenly halted. Only one thought that passed through his suddenly foggy brain: Her eyes are blue.

next chapter

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[nitewrighter]

Seye running into Marti on the anniversary of her mother's death.

To be fair, he was only 75% sure it was her when he saw her walk into the church. There were a few seconds where he was in the street, outside Dorado’s city hall, before he quickly crossed the street and entered the church. It’s probably not her, he thought, Probably. But he was lying to himself a little.  He looked around as he pushed the church doors open, and saw her lighting a candle in the alcove off to the left of the church’s entrance. She didn’t notice him. Unlike her. He watched as she rifled through the pocket of her jeans and pulled out a string of beads—a rosary, he realized. Her back was to him and she pulled her arms inward. Praying? A part of him felt as if he was violating something just by seeing her like this. He turned on his heel to exit the church. It probably wasn’t safe for them to talk anywa–

“Seye?” her voice bounced off the stucco of the walls and the earthen tiles of the floor and he stopped.

He glanced over his shoulder at her and her eyebrows raised slightly. Her hand reflexively went to her other pocket for her comm.

“I’m not here on a mission,” said Seye.

She furrowed her brow at him skeptically.

“Ogundimu Prosthetics wants to open up a factory here,” he explained, “I was just here with some shareholders surveying possible sites.”

She scoffed. “Rich boy,” she muttered, her hand slipping from her pocket.

“Errand girl,” he returned calmly, with an almost-smile.

“Not here on a mission either,” said Marti, stepping away from the alcove, “Just… remembering someone.”

“It’s a little early for the Festival De La Luz…” Seye murmured, looking at the candles behind her.

“Didn’t lose them in the Crisis,” said Marti.

There was a beat. “Oh—” Seye started, “Your mother?”

“Yeah,” said Marti. A long pause passed between them and she huffed a little. “Hey, walk with me?” she said, heading toward the exit of the church.”

“I can go if you need more time—” Seye started.

Marti shook her head and pocketed her rosary. “I could use someone to talk to, come on,” she said, pushing the door open.

It was a temperate evening, cooled by the wind off of the water. They walked side by side. Seye gave a glance to Marti’s hand drifting past her hip as she walked.

“Easier for your auntie to get me in her scopes, huh?” said Seye, glancing around the open air.

“Tantine hasn’t done that crap on one of my dates since I was 15,” said Marti, rolling her eyes.

“This is a date?” said Seye.

“I didn’t say this was a date,” said Marti, “This is walking and temporary armistice.”

“I like Off-Mission Marti,” said Seye.

“Well all it takes is one wrong move for you to get Mission Marti, so watch yourself,” said Marti.

Seye snickered and they continued walking through Dorado’s streets.

“I’m surprised you know about that,” Marti murmured after a while, glancing off, “About my mom.”

“The Canches Incident? Only from Talon’s perspective,” said Seye, shrugging, “They said it was one of the biggest tactical disasters in Talon’s history. Pretty much irreparably damaged our alliance with Los Muertos.”

“Poor poor Talon,” said Marti, glaring at him.

Seye caught himself and looked down, “I–sorry. What I mean is… that’s all I know about it.”

“And what was I in that story?”

“’’An asset imperative to Los Muertos and Talon’s continued collaboration,’” said Seye, with a slight boredom as if he were quoting some kind of textbook, “All that fighting over one little girl though… When I was a kid, it almost made you seem like a princess.”

Marti snorted.

“Don’t worry, I know better, now,” said Seye with a grin.

“Rude,” said Marti, smiling and bumping her shoulder against his as they came to a stop and took a seat at a bench overlooking the cliffs of Dorado’s bay. The boats glittered out on the water, little yellow lights set in deep blue.

“We should catch each other off-mission more often,” said Seye.

“What about ‘Only through conflict do we evolve?’” said Marti, folding her arms.

“Implying flirting with you isn’t an uphill battle,” said Seye, smiling.

Marti reddened and scoffed a little, glancing off and fidgeting with her braid. “You know we’re stupidly risking a lot just… being like this,” said Marti, leaning forward on the bench, looking out at the horizon.

“It’s not stupid to me,” said Seye, tucking a loose bit of Marti’s dark hair back. She caught his hand and he was ready to withdraw it, but she just held it there, as if she wasn’t sure what to do with it, still staring out at the water. After a few beats, she brought his hand down, still holding it and leaned her head on his shoulder.

“You ever wonder what we would look like if it weren’t for this stupid fight?” asked Marti.

“I wouldn’t know you if it weren’t for this ‘stupid fight,’” said Seye.

“So conflict is a good thing because you know me,” said Marti, flatly.

“Conflict is conflict,” said Seye, “It makes things happen. It’s reaction. It’s cauterization. It’s catharsis.”

“It hurts people.”

“Everything does.” 

“Cut the Doomfist rhetoric–” said Marti, bringing her head off his shoulder, “What do you actually want?”

“It’s not that simple—” Seye started.

“What do you want, Seye?” Marti said again.

“I know I don’t want oblivion,” said Seye, “I don’t want to see the people of this world cowering in corners and sending out heroes to die for people who don’t have the guts to fight for themselves. I don’t want to see you—” he caught himself and glanced off.

“Seye…?” Marti was staring at him.

Seye was frowning, staring out at the boats glittering on the water.

“Do you know what your name means?” he said after a long silence.

“…Girl Martin?” said Marti.

“Servant of Mars. God of War,” said Seye, leaning back against the backrest of the bench.

Marti huffed. “I’m not anyone’s servant.”

“You’re fighting Jack Morrison’s fight because he’s too old,’ said Seye.

“I’m fighting my fight because Talon took my mom,” said Marti, “But what does that make you? Do you see yourself being anything other than the next Doomfist? Do you?” said Marti.

“If I don’t, someone worse will,” said Seye. There was a flatness in his voice.

“The first Doomfist was a hero, wasn’t he?” Marti’s voice softened.

Seye scoffed. “That’s all propaganda Adawe spun up to keep humans and omnics from killing each other when Numbani was first founded. You don’t actually think I could—”

“I do,” said Marti.

Seye paused and blinked in disbelief for a few seconds before clearing his throat. “It’s not that easy,” said Seye.

“’It’s not that easy.’ ‘It’s not that simple.’ It’s conflict, isn’t it?!” said Marti, putting a hand on his shoulder and turning him toward her, “I thought you didn’t shy away from that.”

“You’re obviously just goading me at this point,” said Seye, staring into her brown eyes.

“So are you going to back down?” said Marti, leaning in slightly.

“…angry mutinous pep talks and batting your eyelashes aren’t going to make me defect, you know,” said Seye, leaning in as well.

“Oh I haven’t even started yet,” said Marti as his fingers wove into her dark hair. The distance was closing. She could feel his breath on her nose. “For the record… this is.. really stup–”

Seye’s comm rang and both quickly flinched away from each other.

“Do your people have eyes on us!?” said Marti, looking around.

“What? No! I don’t need babysitters!” snapped Seye, answering his comm, “What?” he spoke into the comm, “No, I’m fine—Yes, I’ll still make it to the transport….No, we’re still deciding—” he cut himself off and glanced over at Marti, “Yes, I’m still making the rendezvous–I’ll call you back.” He clicked the comm shut and looked back at Marti. “I…” he trailed off.

“Rich boy stuff,” said Marti.

“Yeah,” said Seye with a shrug. Both sat in silence. “That… that got weird for a minute, huh?”

“We’re both in a fight that started 30 years before either of us were even born. There’s nothing about this that isn’t weird,” said Marti. 

“Yeah…” Seye itched at his jawline.

“You never answered it, you know,” said Marti.

“Answered what?”

“What do you think we would look like if there was no Talon? No Overwatch?”

Seye thought for a moment. “I don’t know… stuff like this maybe… walks in the city… watching martial arts movies with terrible dubbing… an apartment with solar panels and a vertical garden someday… maybe a dog…”

“I���m more of a cat person,” said Marti.

“Then clearly we’re destined to be in conflict forever,” said Seye. 

Marti snickered.

“Well…” Seye shrugged and moved to walk off, “As you say, I’ve got rich boy stuff to attend to. ”

“Hey–” Marti caught his arm, then stood on her tiptoes, only managing to land a kiss on his jawline. “For the record, I like off-mission Seye, too.”

Seye brushed his fingers against the point where her lips had touched, then gently placed his and on the back of her head and pulled her in slightly to kiss her forehead.

“Until next time, Martina,” he said, walking off.

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[ohprettyweeper-moved]

Open Your Eyes (Part 3)

Chapter Summary: Everyone heads home for the holidays.  Pairing: Tyler Joseph x OFC, Frank Iero x OFC Word Count: 2020 Warnings: None? A/N: I needed something fun and cute to write with low pressure so that I could stop worrying about a more serious piece I’m working on for a bit. This five-part crossover series was the result! It’s cheesy and fluffy and is probably akin to something you’d see on the Hallmark Channel, but that’s how I intended it to be. Thanks to @razor-tothe-rosary for your help and encouragement! Enjoy reading, everyone!

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Emerson normally hated flying, but today she didn’t mind the airplane ride. She was heading home to Jersey to celebrate Christmas with her family and help her mother execute the perfect wedding. Not only was she reuniting with her family for a less hectic schedule over the next few weeks, but Jeff had agreed to come for Christmas. They had resolved their differences, and he was going to meet her in Jersey after his trip to Orlando.

She stepped off the plane and headed right for baggage claim. There was no reason to dawdle when Jeff should be waiting for her. After two phone calls, though, he didn’t answer.

Emerson told herself not to panic; he was on a business call or waiting to see her, or had forgotten to take his phone from airplane mode. She walked confidently through the crowd until she got to the carousels dealing out suitcases as they were unloaded from the airplanes.

When she had her bags and had moved on to the sidewalk, she still hadn’t spotted Jeff. Sighing, she found her phone and called him again.

“Em, listen, I can’t talk long. I’m in a meeting.”

“A meeting? Jeff, you’re supposed to be in Jersey. Remember? Christmas? With your girlfriend?”

He sighed. “I’m sorry, I don’t think I’m going to make it. Listen, I just -- maybe this is better. We’ve been fighting and our lives are going different ways. Maybe we need some time apart.”

Emerson choked back tears and swallowed down the lump in her throat. “So you don’t think you’re going to make it, or you knew all along you weren’t going to make it? I mean -- did you even buy a plane ticket?”

Jeff sighed. “I’m sorry. I’ve really got to go.”

Emerson held the phone up to her ear for another few seconds, even after the call disconnected. She didn’t know what to do. If she called her mother, Tanya would be upset and dramatic, and Emerson couldn’t handle that right now. Who else was she going to call?

Frank had told her he would be in Jersey for Christmas, too, maybe he was available. She bit her lip, trying to decide if it was too early in their acquaintance for a cry for help. Finally, after a few minutes of looking at her phone and dropping it back into her pocket, she exited out of her Uber app and dialed Frank’s number.

“Emmy,” he greeted, smile evident in his tone. “You back in Jersey?”

She swallowed hard. “Um, yeah, I am. I don’t want to bother you -- if you’re busy, I totally get it. It’s just -- I’m stuck at the airport, and I can’t get a hold of my mom. Are you available?”

“Yeah, of course. Give me about thirty minutes, okay? Be there in a flash.”

“Thank you,” Emerson said, breathing a sigh of relief. “I’m on the sidewalk outside of baggage claim.”

Frank described his car so she would know who to look for, and also promised to call when he got close.

Emerson sat down on a bench and finally let the tears fall. Her career was at a great point, but she was homesick, even being on Jersey ground. And her love life … she had known for a while that Jeff was pulling away, that things weren’t good, but she had thought it was just a rut. She never expected for him to leave at all, let alone like this.

She hadn’t heard Frank call her, she was crying so hard. Next thing she knew, an arm was around her shoulders. She looked up to see Frank sitting next to her, so she quickly swiped the tears away.

“I’m sorry, my phone was in my bag, and I --”

Frank interrupted her apology. “Don’t worry about it. Wanna tell me what’s got you so upset?”

She pursed her lips together. “Jeff’s not coming. He was supposed to meet me here at the airport, but when I called him, he told me he wasn’t coming. I think it’s over.”

Frank’s arm tightened around her shoulders. “He wasn’t really nice to you, from what I know. Not that we know each other well enough for me to be saying this, but maybe you’re better off.”

“You may be right, but that doesn’t make it hurt any less.”

“Fair enough. C’mon, we’ll hang out before you go home. Then your mom won’t freak out -- which I’m guessing is really why you didn’t call her?”

“Busted.”

Frank took her hand in his left and pulled her suitcase with his right. “Stick with me, Emmy. We’ll get you through this, together.”

Through her lingering tears, Emmy smiled. Together didn’t sound so bad coming from Frank.

Vanessa, Americus’s agent followed Americus around her room while she packed to leave for Ohio.

“I told you. I haven’t felt grounded in months. I need to go back to Columbus. Need, emphasis on need.”

The other woman groaned, leaning against an open space on the wall. “But you have two shoots before Christmas, and one before New Year’s.”

Americus sighed. “It can’t be about shoots anymore, Ness. It can’t be about shoots and parties and meetings and appearances. I don’t know who I am anymore, but it’s not this -- this person who plays the part of the elite crowd.”

“How much of this has to do with you running into that guy you know from when you were a kid?” Vanessa asked, frowning as though she might have been on to something.

“None of it,” Americus answered. She rolled her eyes. “Not all of it. I’ve been feeling this way for a while and seeing Tyler just cemented that I need to do this. Tell them I’m sick, tell them I quit -- whatever you have to do. But I’m not going to be there for those shoots, and I’m not doing anymore appearances and interviews until I figure some things out.”

She zipped her bag and shouldered it, grabbed her camera bag and her backpack, then turned to Vanessa.

“The sooner you get me to the airport, the sooner I can get home and figure out what I’m doing with my life.”

Vanessa groaned again but followed her client out to the car for the drive to the airport.

Emerson checked the time on her phone. “I should get going. I can only convince my mom of a plane delay for so long.”

Frank smirked. “You ready for that?”

“I don’t know,” Emerson sighed, setting her head against her hands. “I don’t know if I’m ready to deal with Christmas and a wedding and a break-up.”

“So don’t deal with it yet,” Frank replied, matter-of-factly. “Come hang out with me. I know a killer record store not far from here, you can crash in my guest room. Nothing shady, I promise.”

Emerson surprised herself by how appealing she found his offer. She licked her lips and thought about it before slowly nodding her head. “I mean, maybe my flight gets re-scheduled. Or something.”

“Or something,” Frank laughed, “that’s a good one. What do you say, Emmy?”

She loved that he called her that. No one had ever shortened her name to anything but ‘Em’ before. “Okay, fine. But I don’t want this getting out, okay? We have to keep a low profile. I really don’t want anyone thinking we’re hanging out to boost up my career or anything.”

Frank rolled his eyes and gathered his keys. “C’mon, let’s get out of here.”

Emerson grabbed for her purse and followed Frank to the car. The record store sounded exciting, right up her alley -- and who knew what else the night would bring.

“Okay. This one,” Frank said, pulling Bon Jovi’s Keep the Faith from the stacks of records. “Best record Bon Jovi ever made.”

Emerson rolled her eyes. “No way! Slippery When Wet.”

“No way,” Frank said, waving her off and sliding the record back into the pile.

“Seriously? Are you even from Jersey? Like, for real?”

Frank laughed. “You’re funny. Genuinely funny.”

“I am,” Emerson nodded. “Thank you. You’re fun to hang out with.”

Frank smiled. “Yeah. I am.”

“Well, I’m going to buy these, and then we can get you home, if you want. I’m sure you have family to hang out with or something.”

“I’ve got a free evening, actually. When you called -- I, uh, sort of canceled the plans I had with my friends. So if you needed me …”

Emerson’s cheeks hurt, she was trying so hard to keep her smile reined in. “I appreciate that.”

“Sure.”

It took some deep breaths stepping up to the register, but Emerson managed to stamp down the butterflies and her nerves, remind herself that she had just broken up with Jeff that day, and that there was plenty of time to get to know Frank -- and she also reminded herself of exactly what she had told him, that she wasn’t going to get involved in anything that might make it look like she was trying to climb the fame ladder.

Americus had been in town for a couple of days and decided it was time to get some Christmas shopping done. After two days of doing absolutely nothing but hanging out with her father, and it was time to get out in public.

Once she was seated behind the wheel, she dialed Tyler’s number. He answered on the second ring.

“Hey, kid. Didn’t expect to hear from you so soon,” he greeted.

Americus couldn’t help but smile to herself. “Yeah, well, I didn’t expect to be back in Columbus so soon. I’m going to do some Christmas shopping, and my dad said he saw you at church last weekend. So … yeah. I’m calling to see if you’d like to go Christmas shopping with me.”

Tyler chuckled. “Christmas shopping?”

“Yes,” Americus relied confidently. “What’s so funny about that?”

“I don’t know. Just picturing the new you going Christmas shopping. Figured you had someone to do that for you.”

Americus rolled her eyes. “Are you in or not?”

“I’m in.”

“Good. I’m already in the car. I’ll come pick you up.”

The mall was packed, but Tyler and Americus hardly noticed anyone else. A few fans approached the both of them for pictures and autographs, but it didn’t ruin their hometown reunion. They laughed and joked, just like it was old times, all the while crossing things off their Christmas shopping list.

“What do you want for Christmas?” Tyler asked her when they sat in the food court to take a break.

Americus shrugged. “Being home is pretty much all I wanted. Getting back on the ground, figuring out who I am.”

Tyler sipped from his soda. “C’mon. There’s gotta be something.”

“I don’t know. What about you?”

Tyler took a deep breath. “I want you to come on the next leg of the tour with us. Mark will handle the video portion, and I want you to do our photography.”

Americus’s mouth dropped open. “Ty … you haven’t even seen any of my work. Just because I said I like to take pictures, it doesn’t mean anything.”

“Except that it does. I don’t have to see your work now, I saw it when we were in photography class in high school together. You were always taking pictures, of everything.”

“It’s not the same.”

He leaned forward. “You asked what I want for Christmas. I’m telling you. I’m offering you a job behind the camera.”

“How about I’ll consider it. Honestly, genuinely consider it. How’s that?”

Tyler pursed his lips together. “I’ll take it as a stocking stuffer. In the meantime, how about you and I go to Josh’s Christmas party together next week? Not like, together-together, but you can come with me.”

Americus smiled. “Okay. I’m in. Do I get to wear an ugly Christmas sweater?”

“If you want to,” Tyler laughed.

“For my Christmas present, will you wear one too?” she pleaded.

Tyler shook his head. “Only for you.”

Americus nodded and smiled. She had a lot to think about, but it was going to be a very good Christmas.  

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[queen-of-deans-booty]

Long-Distance Call- Part 4

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,381

Warnings: Typical Supernatural violence, language, angst, blood, you know the usual

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The next day, you got a call from Lanie, the teenage girl who said her dead mom has been talking to her. You wanted to stay with Dean and research with him so you sent Sam to go talk to her. He stepped out of the room to talk with her while you researched with Dean.

You told Sam about your mom and John and what they said. Sam had a hard time believing you but the look you gave him shut him up. You were so full of hope for saving Dean, he didn’t want to take that away from you. Sam finished up with his call with the teenager and walked back into the room.

“What happened?” You asked Sam, worried for the girl.

“Her Mom's ghost spooked her out pretty bad last night.” Sam sighed.

“That sucks.” Dean said without looking up from the laptop.

“Yeah it does. What are you doing?” Sam asked. You told him about what your mom and John told you and at first, he didn’t believe it. He still believes it’s not really John and your mom. But you knew your mom and this was her.

“I think Dad's right. I think the demon is here. Check it out.” Dean said, handing Sam some papers.

“What is this, weather reports?” Sam asked, looking through it.

“Omens. Demonic omens. Electrical storms everywhere we've been for the past two weeks.” You answered for Dean.

“Ahh... I don't remember any lightning storms.”

“Well, I don't remember you studying meteorology as a kid either. But I'm telling you, that bastard's been tailing me... wearing some poor dude's meat.” Dean snapped.

“And it's following you because…?”

“I guess I'm big game, you know. My ass is too sweet to let outta sight.” Dean smirked. You rolled your eyes but stayed silent.

“Okay. Sure.” Sam said unenthusiastically. You frowned, getting up and snatching the papers back.

“Don't get too excited, Sammy. Might pull something.” Dean said sarcastically.

“Dean, look, I wanna believe this man, I really do…” Sam started.

“Then believe it! if we get this sucker, it's Miller Time.” Dean stated.

“Come on, Sam. This is huge for us. We finally have the demon that holds his contract and we have a way to kill him.” You said gently.

“Yeah, that's another thing. Our dad and your mom rattles off an exorcism that can kill a demon? I mean not just send it back to hell, but kill it?”

“I've checked it out. This is heavy duty Dark Ages. Fifteenth century.” Dean said with a nod.

“Yeah, I've checked on it too Dean. And so did Bobby.” Sam said quietly.

“Okay, and?” Dean shrugged.

“Look. It definitely is an exorcism, okay, there's just no evidence it can kill a demon.”

“No evidence it can’t.” You pointed out and Dean nodded.

“Come on, guys.” Sam sighed.

“Hey, as far as I'm aware the only one of us who has actually been to hell is Dad and apparently Y/N’s Mom. And maybe they picked up a couple of tricks down there, like which exorcisms work.”

“Maybe it does. I hope it does too, but we gotta be sure.”

“Why aren’t we sure?” You argued.

“Because I don't know what's going on around here! I mean, some guy blows his brains out, a little girl is scared out of her wits…” Sam said.

“Wow, a couple of civvies are freaked out by some ghosts. News flash Sam, people are supposed to be freaked out by ghosts!” Dean yelled at his brother. Both brothers stared at one another for a long time before Sam sighed and Dean stopped his head in frustration.

“Dad tell you where to find the demon?” Sam asked.

“I'm waiting on the call!” Dean shouted. You put your hand on his shoulder to calm him down but it only worked a little bit.

“I told Lanie I'd stop by.” Sam sighed.

“Oh, good yeah. No you go hang out with jailbait. Just, uh, watch out for Chris Hansen. Meanwhile I'll be here getting ready to, you know, save my life.” Dean said sarcastically. Sam turned to move to the door and that only made Dean angrier.

“You're unbelievable, you know that? I mean for months we've been trying to break this demon deal. Now Dad's about to give us the fucking address and you can't accept it? The man is dead and you're still butting heads with the guy!” Dean kept yelling at his brother.

“That is not what this is about.” Sam said, turning his head to Dean.

“So what is it!?”

“The fact is we've got no hard proof here, Dean. After everything, you're still just going on blind faith!” Sam yelled back. You sighed and wanted to break this up but you were siding with Dean on this one.

“Yeah, well, it’s all we got, Sam.” You spoke up, making your side clear.

“Please. Just please don't go anywhere until I get back. Okay? Please.” Sam begged but you and Dean said nothing. Sam sighed and left the motel room to be with Lanie. Dean sighed and moved to the couch and sat on it. You frowned and moved towards him, taking a seat next to him, grabbing his hand.

“We’re going to find this demon, Dean. We’re going to get you out of your deal.” You whispered and he nodded, squeezing your hand. You and Dean day in silence for 5 minutes but then Dean’s phone rang. He immediately snatched it up, answering it.

“Dad?” He asked and by the look on his face, it was John. You frowned, looking at your phone. You have yet to get a call from your mom.

“Where’s the demon?” Dean asked. He wrote down whatever John said and hung up. “Come on, we’re going to finish this.”

“Without Sam?” You asked.

“He doesn’t want to be a part of this. He made that clear.” Dean said, getting the things he needed.

“Okay. I’m right by your side with this.” You said, helping him put the supplies in the bag.

“That's my girl.” Dean smirked, walking to his car. You followed and got inside it. Once you and he were in, he took off to the place John told him about. Dean pulled up to a house on a suburban street. He pulled up to the house and got out, you following his actions. You took the weapons bag while Dean grabbed some other materials. You looked around and walked with him to the house.

Dean picked the lock and you crept in behind him. You listened for anything but there wasn’t anything going on. You sighed but kept walking when there came a creak coming from the second floor.

“Hello?” Dean called out but of course, no one answered. “Alright, sweetheart, let’s do this.” Dean reaches in the weapons bag and pulled out a rosary and handed it to you. You knew he wanted you to turn your water bottle into holy water.

“What are you going to do?” You asked. He took out a paint can and shook it. You nodded and let him out devils trap all around the house while you said the incantation to turn the water holy. It took some time but soon, you and Dean were finished with the place. Now you just had to wait.

“How long do you think this will take?” You asked Dean but he shrugged, a hard look set on his face.

“We’re going to get this guy, okay?” You whispered and took his cheeks in your hands. You kissed him softly but the kiss was cut short by car headlights. You pulled away from Dean and got into position with him. You heard a car door slam and you removed the lid from the bottle of holy water. There was a noise coming from the back of the house and you and Dean frowned. You heard the car come from the front of the house but moved to the back nonetheless. You looked at the front door while Dean looked at the back.

Just then, the back door busted open and a man appeared with a rifle, firing immediately. Dean grabbed you and leaped out of the way which made you drop the holy water. You watched the water drain from the bottle and cursed under your breath. You listened to the man firing and waited until the man reloaded and that is when Dean got up.

Dean jumped at the man, slamming him into the wall. He threw him a few punches and kneed him in the groin. You got up and ran to the water bottle but it was empty by the time you got to it. You looked over at Dean just in time to see the man grabbing Dean and slamming him into a table where he hit Dean. You frowned and ran at the man, head butting him in the side. He grunted out in pain and let go of Dean. He looked at you with a confused look before Dean got up and kicked the man in the stomach a few times.

The man coughed and grabbed your legs, pulling them. You yelled out as you fell to the floor and the man got up, running at you with an angry look on his face. Dean rushes at him to protect you from the demon and slammed him through a glass door. You gasped and the man groaned. Dean took this opportunity to grab at the man’s belt and take the gun he was hiding in there. He took the cartridge out and tossed it aside.

The man struggled to his feet and you noticed he was standing on the rug that Dean sprayed the devil’s trap underneath it. The man stared at the mark, confused as Dean took out the exorcism from his pocket.

“What is this?” the man asked and you frowned.

“Your funeral.” Dean replied, reading the exorcism in Latin. The man glared at Dean and slowly left the devil’s trap.

“You do this to my daughter too?” The man spat out. You stared at the devil’s trap and gasped.

“How the hell did you get out?” You asked him.

“Did you do this to my daughter too?” The man yelled and you realized this was a mistake. You didn’t know why you didn’t know earlier but when you touched the man, you didn’t feel anything from him. He wasn’t a demon.

“Wait, this is a mistake. Dean, he isn’t a demon.” You said to the Winchester.

“You killed her!” The man yelled.

“No, wait!” You shouted but the man leaped at Dean. He knocked into Dean, falling on him as Dean fell to the ground.

“She was 9 years old!!” The man yelled.

“Stop! I didn't! You gotta believe me!” Dean pleaded but the man hit him in the face. You gasped and ran over to them before kicking the man off Dean. Dean scrambled to get up and stared at the broken man on the ground.

“Why did you kill her?” The man asked, crying. You felt bad for him.

“I'm sorry. I didn't kill your daughter.” Dean sighed.

“Then what are you doing here?” The man asked. You and Dean exchanged looks. He didn’t look happy at all.

“I don’t know.” He said in an anguished tone.

“Come on, Dean. We need to go. Let’s get back to Sam.” You whispered and tugged at his arm. He nodded and grabbed his weapons bag before walking out of the house.

“I’m really sorry about your daughter, sir, but we didn’t kill her.” You said before leaving the man to deal on his own. You needed to get back to the motel room.

When you got back, Sam was already there. There, you learned that your mom was not your mom. It was a monster that was doing it all which broke your heart. You really thought it was your mom and you were stupid for getting your hopes up.

“Here.” You said quietly, handing Dean a cold facecloth for his eye. Turns out Sam was dealing with the actual monster while you two chased a fake lead. Sam was standing by you and Dean with a frown on his face.

“Sorry we didn’t believe you.” You said gently.

“It wasn’t your fault. You were full of hope. I know you miss your mom.” You got tears and sighed, letting a few fall.

“I do.” Sam nodded and sat on one of the beds, looking at you and Dean.

“So, crocotta, huh?” Dean scoffed.

“Yep.”

“What would explain the flies.”

“Yeah it would. Hey, um... look I'm sorry it wasn't Dad. Again, sorry it wasn’t your mom.”

“Nah, I gave you a hell of a time on this one,” Dean sighed. “You were right.”

“Forget about it.” Sam waved him off.

“I can't. I wanted to believe so badly that there was a way outta this. I mean I'm staring down the barrel at this thing. You know, Hell. For real, forever, and I just…” Dean trailed off.

“I’m never giving up hope, Dean. Please know this.” You whispered.

“I'm scared. I'm really scared.” Dean said, tearing up.

“I know.” Sam said, also tearing up.

“I guess I was willing to believe anything. You know, the last act of a desperate man.”

“There’s nothing wrong with having hope, Dean.” You said. You needed to hold onto the hope. You had to otherwise you would go crazy.

“Hope doesn't get you jack squat. I can't expect Dad to show up with some miracle at the last minute. I can't expect anybody to, you know. I mean the only person that can get me out of this thing is me.”

“Well tough shit because as long as I’m around, I’ll do anything to save you. You have to get that through your thick head.” You said, getting up and laying on the bed you were sharing with Dean. You sighed and Sam turned on the TV just as Dean slid in next to you. You were having a million thoughts per minute and didn’t know what to do with any one of them. There was one thing you knew for certain…

You were going to save Dean.

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