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spn quotes: season two

i’m collecting a bunch of quotes from the show! my favorite lines, good points of characterization, etc. all organized by episode and character, and with timestamps!

w/ncest shippers get lost

season one.

1. IN MY TIME OF DYING

Dean—

I’ve done everything you have ever asked me. Everything. I’ve given everything I’ve ever had. Now you’re just gonna sit there and you’re gonna watch me die? I mean, what the hell kind of father are you? (11:14)

So you’re okay with dying? [Tessa: No, of course not. I just think, whatever’s gonna happen is gonna happen. It’s out of my control. It’s just...fate.] Hm. That’s crap. You always have a choice. You can either roll over and die, or you can keep fighting no matter what. (18:48)

There’s no such thing as an honorable death. My corpse is gonna rot in the ground, and my family is gonna die. (30:38)

[John: You know, when, uh...when you were a kid, I’d come home from a hunt, and after what I’d seen, I’d be...I’d be wrecked. And you...you’d come up to me, and you’d put your hand on my shoulder, and you’d look me in the eye, and you’d...you’d say, “It’s okay, Dad.” Dean, I’m sorry.] Why? [You shouldn’t have had to say that to me, I should’ve been saying that to you. You know, I put...I put too much on your shoulders. I made you grow up too fast. You took care of Sammy, you took care of me. You did that. And you didn’t complain, not once.] (37:27)

Sam—

How is revenge gonna help him? You're not thinking about anybody but yourself. It's the same selfish obsession! (13:17)

I don't know how to help you. But I'll keep trying, alright? As long as you keep fighting. I mean, come on, you can't...you can't leave me here alone with Dad, we'll kill each other, you know that. Dean, you gotta hold on. You can't go, man, not now. We were just starting to be brothers again. (28:36)

Misc—

Tessa: You'll stay here for years—disembodied, scared. And over the decades, it'll probably drive you mad. Maybe you'll even get violent. [Dean: What are you saying?] Dean, how do you think angry spirits are born? They can't let go, and they can't move on. And you're about to become one: the same thing you hunt. (31:15)

Azazel: If only your boys knew how much their daddy loved them. (32:15)

2. EVERYBODY LOVES A CLOWN

Dean—

[Ellen: I’m so sorry.] It’s okay. We’re alright. [Really. I know how close you and your dad—] Really, lady, I’m fine. (11:37)

[Sam: You ever notice Dad had a falling-out with just about everybody? Don’t get all maudlin on me, man.] What do you mean? [I mean this strong, silent thing of yours. It’s crap, I’m over it.] Oh my God. [This isn’t just anyone we’re talking about, this is Dad. I know how you felt about the man.] You know what? Back off, alright? Just because I’m not caring and sharing like you want me to— [No no no, that’s not what this is about, Dean. I don’t care how you deal with this, but you have to deal with it, man! Listen, I’m your brother, alright? I just wanna make sure you’re okay.] Dude, I’m okay! I’m okay, okay? I swear, the next person who asks me if I’m okay, I’m gonna start throwing punches. These are your issues. Quit dumping them on me. [What are you talking about?] I just think it’s really interesting, this sudden obedience you have to Dad. It’s like, “Oh, what would Dad want me to do?” Sam, you spent your entire life slugging it out with that man. I mean, hell, you—you picked a fight with him the last time you ever saw him, and now that he’s dead, now you want to make it right? Well, I’m sorry, Sam, but you can’t. It’s too little, too late. [Why are you saying this to me?] Because I want you to be honest with yourself about this! I’m dealing with Dad’s death! Are you? (29:48)

Sam—

[Dean: This case was your idea. By the way, why is that? You were awfully quick to jump on this job.] So? [It's just not like you, that's all. I thought you were hell-bent for leather on the demon hunt.] I don't know, I just think taking this job, it's what Dad would have wanted us to do. (16:57)

[Mr. Cooper: You see, this place is a refuge for outcasts, always has been, for folks that don't fit in nowhere else. But you two...you should go to school, find a couple of girls, have 2.5 kids. Live regular.] Sir, we don't want to go school, and we don't want regular. We want this. (22:34)

[Dean: I thought that once the demon was dead and the fat lady sings that you were gonna take off, head back to wussy state.] I'm having second thoughts. [Really?] Yeah. I think Dad would have wanted me to stick with the job. [Since when do you give a damn what Dad wanted? You spent half your life doing what he didn't want, Sam.] Since he died, okay? You have a problem with that? (23:27)

I'm sorry that the last time I was with him, I tried to pick a fight. I'm sorry that I spent most of my life angry at him. I mean, for all I know, he died thinking that I hate him. So you're right. What I'm doing right now, it is too little. It's too late. I miss him, man. And I feel guilty as hell. And I'm not all right, not at all. But neither are you. That much I know. (39:04)

3. BLOODLUST

Dean—

So I picked up this crossbow, and I hit that ugly sucker—silver-tipped arrow, right in his heart. Sammy’s waiting in the car, and me and my dad take the thing into the woods, burn it to a crisp. I’m sitting there, and I’m looking into the fire, I’m thinking to myself, “I’m 16 years old. Kids my age are worried about pimples, prom dates. I’m seeing things that they’ll never even know, never even dream of.” So right then, I just sort of.... [Gordon: Embraced the life?] Yeah. (16:16)

You’re always saying to yourself, “He’s indestructible. He’ll always be around. Nothing can kill my dad.” And just like that, he’s gone. I can’t talk about this to Sammy. No, I got to keep my game face on. But, uh...truth is, I’m not handling it very well. I feel like I have this— [Gordon: Hole inside you? And it just gets bigger and bigger and darker and darker? Good. You can use it. Keeps you hungry. Trust me, there’s plenty out there needs killing, and this will help you do it. Dean, it’s not a crime to need your job.] (18:32)

[Gordon: It’s all black-and-white. There’s no maybe. You find the bad thing, kill it. See, most people spend their lives in shades of gray. Is this right? Is that wrong? Not us.] Not sure Sammy would agree with you, but, uh. [Doesn’t seem like your brother’s much like us. I’m not saying he’s wrong, just different. You and me, we were born to do this. It’s in our blood.] (20:22)

[Sam: You know what? You slap on this big smile, but I can see right through it, ‘cause I know how you feel, Dean. Dad’s dead. And he left a hole, and it hurts so bad you can’t take it. But you can’t just fill up that hole with whoever you want to.] (27:47)

[Gordon: You’re not like your brother. You’re a killer, like me.] (37:08)

I wish we never took this job. It just jacked everything up. [Sam: What do you mean?] Think about all the hunts we went on, Sammy, our whole lives. [Okay.] What if we killed things that didn’t deserve killing. You know? I mean, the way Dad raised us. [Dean, after what happened to Mom...Dad did the best he could.] I know he did. But maybe he wasn’t perfect. And the way he raised us, to hate those things—and man, I hate them. I do. When I killed that vampire at the mill, I didn’t even think about it. Hell, I even enjoyed it. [You didn’t kill Lenore.] No, but every instinct told me to. I was gonna kill her. I was gonna kill them all. (40:20)

Sam—

[Gordon: Well, lighten up a little, Sammy!] He's the only one that gets to call me that. (15:05)

4. CHILDREN SHOULDN’T PLAY WITH DEAD THINGS

Dean—

Going to visit Mom’s grave? She doesn’t even have a grave. There was no body left after the fire. [Sam: She has a headstone.] Yeah, put up by our uncle, a man that we’ve never even met. So you wanna go pay resects to a slab of granite put up by a stranger? Come on. [Dean, that’s not the point.] Well, them enlighten me, Sam. [It’s not about a body or a casket. It’s about her memory, okay? And after Dad, it just—it just feels like the right thing to do.] It’s irrational, is what it is. [Look, man, no one asked you to come.] Why don’t we swing by the roadhouse instead? I mean, we haven’t heard anything on the demon lately. We should be hunting that son-of-a-bitch down. [That’s a good idea! You should! Just drop me off, I’ll hitch a ride, and I’ll meet you there tomorrow.] Right. Stuck with those people, making awkward small talk until you show up. No thanks. (02:48)

[Sam: Look, maybe you’re imagining a hunt where there isn’t one, so you don’t have to think about Mom, or Dad. You wanna take another swing? Go ahead, if it’ll make you feel better.] I don’t need this crap. [Dean, where are you going?] I’m gonna go get a drink. Alone. (09:59)

Look, I get it. Okay? There are people that I would give anything to see again, but what gives you the right? [Sam: Dean.] [Dr. Mason: What are you talking about?] What’s dead should stay dead! (20:51)

[Sam: Dean, I don’t scare easy, but, man, you’re scaring the crap out of me.] Don’t be overdramatic, Sam. [You’re lucky this turned out to be a real case, ‘cause if it wasn’t, you would’ve just found something else to kill. You’re on edge, you’re erratic, except for when you’re hunting, ‘cause then you’re downright scary. You’re tailspinning, man! And you refuse to talk about it, and you won’t let me help you.] I can take care of myself, thanks. [No, you can’t! And you know what? You’re the only one who thinks you should have to. You don’t have to handle this on your own, Dean. No one can.] (21:44)

I’m sorry. [Sam: For what?] The way I’ve been acting. And for Dad. Well, he was your dad, too. It’s my fault that he’s gone. [What are you talking about?] I know you’ve been thinking it. So have I. Doesn’t take a genius to figure it out. Back at the hospital, I had a full recovery. It was a miracle. And five minutes later, Dad’s dead and the Colt’s gone. [Dean....] You can’t tell me there’s not a connection there. I don’t know how the demon was involved, I don’t know how the whole thing went down exactly, but Dad’s dead because of me, and that much I do know. [We don’t know that, not for sure.] Sam, you and Dad, you’re the most important people in my life. And now...I never should’ve come back, Sam, it wasn’t natural, and now look what’s come of it. I was dead, and I should’ve stayed dead. You wanted to know how I was feeling. So tell me, what could you possibly say to make that alright? (38:56)

Sam—

[Dean: Going to visit Mom's grave? She doesn't even have a grave. There was no body left after the fire.] She has a headstone. [Yeah, put up by our uncle, a man that we've never even met. So you wanna go pay your respects to a slab of granite put up by a stranger? Come on.] Dean, that's not the point. [Well, then, enlighten me, Sam.] It's not about a body or a casket. It's about her memory, okay? And after Dad, it just—it just feels like the right thing to do. (02:48)

You're tailspinning, man. And you refuse to talk about it, and you won't let me help you. [Dean: I can take care of myself, thanks.] No, you can't! And you know what? You're the only one who thinks you should have to. You don't have to handle this on your own, Dean. No one can. [Sam, if you bring up Dad's death one more time, I swear—] Please, Dean, it's killing you. Please. We've already lost Dad. We lost Mom. I've lost Jessica. And now I'm gonna lose you, too? (21:44)

5. SIMON SAID

Dean—

You know, one day I’d love to just sit down and eat something that I didn’t have to microwave at a minimart. (18:03)

[Sam: You know, I heard you before, Dean, when Andy made you tell the truth. You’re just as scared of this as I am.] That was mind control! It’s like—it’s like being roofied, man. That doesn’t count. [What?] No, I—I’m calling do-over. [What are you, 7?] Doesn’t matter. Look, we just gotta keep doing what we’re doing, find that evil son of a bitch and kill it. (36:06)

Sam—

[Dean: There's gonna be hunters there. I don't know if—if going in and announcing that you're some supernatural freak with a demonic connection is the best thing, okay?] So I'm a freak now? [You've always been a freak.] (04:14)

Demon came to them when they were kids. Now they're killing people. [Dean: We don't know what Andrew Gallagher is, okay? Could be innocent.] My visions haven't been wrong yet! [What's your point?] My point is, I'm one of them. [No, you're not.] Dean, the demon said he had plans for me and children like me. [Yeah?] Yeah, maybe this is his plan. Maybe we're all a bunch of psychic freaks. Maybe we're all supposed to be— [Killers?] Yeah. [So the demon wants you out there, killing with your minds, is that it? Oh, give me a break. You're not a murderer, Sam! You don't have it in your bones!] No? Last I checked, I kill all kinds of things. [Those things were asking for it. There's a difference.] (10:47)

Looks like I was right. [Dean: About what?] Andy. He's a killer after all. [No, he's a hero. He saved his girlfriend's life. He saved my life.] Bottom line, last night he wasted somebody. [Yeah, but he's not a foaming-at-the-mouth psycho. He was just—he was pushed into that.] Webber was pushed, too, in his own way. Max Miller was pushed. Hell, I was pushed by Jessica's death. [What's your point, Sam?] Right circumstances, everyone is capable of murder. Everyone. (35:28)

6. NO EXIT

Dean—

[Jo: You know, I’ve had it up to here with your crap.] Excuse me? [Your chauvinist crap. You think women can’t do the job.] Sweetheart, this ain’t gender studies. Women can do the job fine. Amateurs can’t. You got no experience! What you do have is a bunch of half-baked romantic notions that some barfly has put in your head. [And now you sound like my mother.] Oh, and that’s a bad thing? (09:56)

Jo, you got options. No on in their right mind chooses this life. My dad started me in this when I was so young. I wish I could do something else. [Jo: You love the job.] Yeah, but I’m a little twisted. [You don’t think I’m a little twisted, too?] Jo, you got a mother that worries about you, who wants something more for you. Those are good things. You don’t throw things like that away. They might be hard to find later. (10:24)

[Jo: What do you remember about your dad? I mean, what’s the first thing that pops into your head? Come on, tell me.] I was 6 or 7, and uh...he took me shooting for the first time. Bottles on a fence—that kind of things. I bull’s-eyed every one of them. And he would smile, like...I don’t know. [He must have been proud.] (16:13)

Sam—

Is this job as glamorous as you thought it would be? [Jo: Well, except for all the pee-your-pants terror, yeah. But that Theresa girl’s gonna live a life ‘cause of us. It’s worth it, isn’t it?] Yeah. Yeah, it is. (36:00)

Misc—

Ellen: I am your mother! I don't have to be reasonable! (03:06)

7. THE USUAL SUSPECTS

Dean—

My name is Dean Winchester. I’m an Aquarius. I enjoy sunsets, long walks on the beach, and frisky women. (21:59)

[Sam: Nice lady.] Yeah, for a cop. (41:19)

Sam—

[Diana: Then about a year ago, there was a fire in your apartment. One fatality—Jessica Moore, your girlfriend. After she died, you fell off the grid—left behind everything.] I needed some time off...to deal. So I’m taking a road trip with my brother. (03:49)

[Dean: What do you think, Scully?] I’m not Scully, you’re Scully. [No, I’m Mulder. You’re a red-headed woman.] (06:35)

8. CROSSROAD BLUES

Dean—

[Sam: We got to find out if anyone else struck any bargains around here.] Great. So we got to clean up these people’s mess for them? I mean, they’re not exactly squeaky clean. Nobody put a gun to their head and forced them to play “Let’s Make a Deal.” [So what, we should just leave them to die?] Somebody goes over Niagara in a barrel, you gonna jump in to try to save them? [Dean.] Alright. Fine. (14:44)

[Demon: You’d sacrifice your life for someone else’s. Like father, like son. (29:01)

[Demon: I’m not gonna put you out of your misery.] Yeah? Why not? [’Cause your misery is the whole point. It’s too much to watch. Knowing how your daddy died for you, how he sold his soul—I mean, that’s got to hurt. He’s all you ever think about. You wake up and your first thought is, “I can’t do this anymore.” You’re all lit up with pain. I mean, you loved him so much. And it’s all your fault. You blew it, Dean! I could’ve given you what you need.] What do I need? [Your father.] (30:36)

How could he do it? [Sam: He did it for you.] Exactly. How am I supposed to live with that? (38:14)

Sam—

How many people do you think Dad saved total? [Dean: That's not the point, Sam.] Evan Hudson is safe because of what Dad taught us. That's his legacy, Dean. Now we're still here, man, so we got to keep going. For him. (38:48)

Misc—

George: Listen, I get that you boys want to help, but sometimes a person makes their bed and they just got to lie down in it. (17:38)

9. CROATOAN

Dean—

Hey, look, man, I’m not happy about this, okay? But it's a tough job, and you know that. [Sam: It's supposed to be tough, Dean. We're supposed to struggle with this. That's the whole point.] What does that buy us? [A clear conscience, for one.] Well, it's too late for that. [What the hell has happened to you?] What? [You might kill an innocent man, and you don't even care. You don't act like yourself anymore, Dean. Hell, you know what, you're acting like one of those things out there.] (25:40)

[Sam: Go with them. This is your only chance.] Ah, you're not gonna get rid of me that easy. (31:17)

[Sam: Dean, I'm sick. It's over for me. It doesn't have to be for you.] No—[No, you can keep going.] Who says I want to? [What?] I'm tired, Sam. I'm tired of this job, this life, this weight on my shoulders, man, I'm tired of it. [So what, so you're just gonna give up? I mean, you're just gonna lay down and die? Look, Dean, I know this stuff with Dad had—] You're wrong. It's not about Dad. I mean, part of it is, sure— [Then what is it about?] (32:54)

I just think we should take a break from all this. Why do we got to get stuck with all the responsibility, you know? Why can't we live life a little bit? [Why are you saying all this? No no no no no, Dean. You're my brother, alright? So whatever weight you're carrying, let me help a little bit.] I can't. I promised. [Who?] Dad. (39:23)

Sam—

[Dean: Hey, look, man, I'm not happy about this, okay? But it's a tough job, and you know that.] It's supposed to be tough, Dean. We're supposed to struggle with this. That's the whole point. [What does that buy us?] A clear conscience, for one. (25:40)

You're my brother, alright? So whatever weight you're carrying, let me help a little bit. (39:38)

10. HUNTED

Dean—

He said that he...wanted me to watch out for you. Take care of you. [Sam: He told you that a million times.] Well, this time was different. He said that I had to...save you. [Save me from what?] He just said that I had to save you, and nothing else mattered and that if I couldn't, I'd.... [You'd what, Dean?] I'd have to kill you. He said that I might have to kill you, Sammy. (04:10)

[Sam: How could you not have told me this?] Because it was Dad and he begged me not to. [Who cares? Take some responsibility for yourself Dean! You had no right to keep this from me!] You think I wanted this? Huh? I wish to God he'd never opened his mouth. Then I wouldn't have to walk around with this screaming in my head all day! (05:05)

And you're pissed at me, and I get it. That's fine, I deserve it. But we lay low until we figure out our next move, okay? [Sam: Forget it.] Sam, please, man. Hey, please. Just give me some time. Give me some time to think, okay? I'm begging you here. Please, please. (06:12)

Come on, Ellen, please. Something bad could be going on here, and I swore I'd look after that kid. [Ellen: They say you can't protect your loved ones forever. Well, I say screw that. What else is family for?] (17:27)

Come on, man. I know Sam, okay? Better than anyone. He's got more of a conscience than I do. I mean, the guy feels guilty surfing the internet for porn. [Gordon: Maybe you're right, but one day, he's gonna be a monster.] How? Huh? How's a guy like Sam become a monster? [Beats me, but he will.] No, you don't know that! [I'm surprised at you, Dean. Getting all emotional. I'd heard you were more of a professional than this.] (29:15)

[Gordon: Look, I'm sympathetic. He's your brother, you love the guy. This has got to hurt like hell for you. But here's the thing. It would've wrecked him, but your dad, if it really came right down to it, he would have had the stones to do the right thing here. So you're telling me, you're not the man he is?] (30:24)

Screw the job. Screw it, man. I'm sick of the job anyway. I mean, we don't get paid, we don't get thanked. The only thing we get's bad luck. [Well, come on, dude, you're a hunter. I mean, it's what you're meant to do.] Oh, I wasn't meant to do anything. I don't believe in that destiny crap. (39:00)

[Sam: You can't run from this, and you can't protect me.] I can try. (39:27)

Sam—

[Dean: He said that I might have to kill you, Sammy.] Kill me? What the hell is that supposed to mean? [I don't know.] I mean, he must've had some kind of reason for saying it, right? I mean, did he know the demon's plans for me? Am I supposed to go dark side or something? What else did he say, Dean? [That's it, I swear.] How could you not have told me this? [Because it was Dad and he begged me not to.] Who cares? Take some responsibility for yourself Dean! You had no right to keep this from me! (04:46)

[Ellen: I wish I could blame the hell out of you boys. It'd be easier. Truth is, it's not your fault. Sam, none of it is.] (10:27)

[Gordon: You wouldn't shoot me, would you, Sammy? 'Cause your brother, he thinks you're some kind of saint.] Yeah, well, I wouldn't be so sure. (33:46)

[Gordon: You're no better than the filthy things you hunt.] *They tussle, Sam points a gun at him.* [Do it. Do it! Show your brother the killer you really are, Sammy.] It's Sam. (34:22)

I'm not gonna just ditch the job. (39:00)

[Dean: Oh, I wasn't meant to do anything. I don't believe in that destiny crap.] You mean you don't believe in my destiny. [Whatever.] Look, Dean, I've tried running before. I mean, I ran all the way to California and look what happened. You can't run from this, and you can't protect me. [I can try.] Thanks for that. Look, Dean, I'm gonna keep hunting. I mean, whatever's coming, I'm taking it head on, so if you really want to watch my back, then I guess you're gonna have to stick around. (39:13)

11. PLAYTHINGS

Dean—

[Sam: We gotta save as many people as we can.] Wow. That attitude is just way too healthy for me. I'm officially uncomfortable now, thank you. (05:16)

[Sam: I need you to watch out for me.] Yeah, I always do. [No no no no, you have to watch out for me, all right? And if I ever turn into something that I'm not...you have to kill me.] Sam.... [Dean, Dad told you to do it. You have to.] Yeah, well, Dad's an ass. He never should've said anything. I mean, you don't do that, you don't—you don't lay that kind of crap on your kids. [No, he was right to say it. Who knows what I might become? Even now, everyone around me dies.] Yeah, well, I'm not dying. Okay? And neither are you. Come on, sit down. [No. Please. Dean, you're the only one who can do it. Promise.] Don't ask that of me. (16:18)

[Sherwin: Well, would you be [happy], leaving the only home you ever knew?] I don't know. I never really knew one. (19:06)

Sam—

I told Ellen we'd think about checking it out. [Dean: You did?] Yeah. You seem surprised. [Yeah, it's just, you know. Not the patented Sam Winchester way, is it?] What way is that? [Just figured after Ava, there'd be, uh, you know, more angst and droopy music and staring out the rainy windows. I'll shut up now.] (04:27)

So I'm not giving up on her, but I'm not gonna let other people die, either. We gotta save as many people as we can. (05:09)

That guy who hung himself...I couldn't save him. [Dean: What are you talking about? You didn't know. You couldn't have done anything.] That's an excuse, Dean. I should have found a way to save him. I should have saved Ava, too. [Yeah, well, you can't save everyone. Even you said that.] No, Dean, you don't understand, alright? The more people I save, the more I can change. [Change what?] My destiny, Dean. (15:46)

I need you to watch out for me. [Dean: Yeah, I always do.] No no no no, you have to watch out for me, alright? And if I ever turn into something that I'm not...you have to kill me. [Dean: Sam....] Dean, Dad told you to do it. You have to. [Yeah, well, Dad's an ass. He never should've said anything. I mean, you don't do that, you don't—you don't lay that kind of crap on your kids.] No, he was right to say it. Who knows what I might become? Even now, everyone around me dies. [Yeah, well, I'm not dying. Okay? And neither are you. Come on, sit down.] No. Please. Dean, you're the only one who can do it. Promise. [Don't ask that of me.] Dean, please. You have to promise me. [I promise.] Thanks. Thank you. (16:18)

12. NIGHTSHIFTER

Dean—

Freaking cops. [Sam: They were just doing their job.] No, they’re doing our job, only they don’t know it, so they suck at it. (03:36)

[Henriksen: I know about your dad.] You don't know crap about my dad. [Ex-Marine, raised his kids on the road, cheap motels, backwood cabins. Real paramilitary survivalist type. I just can't get a handle on what type of wacko he was— white supremist, Timmy McVeigh, tomato, tomahto.] You got no right talking about my dad like that. He was a hero. [Yeah, right. Sure sounds like it.] (31:18)

Sam—

[Dean: When you told that poor son of a bitch to—what did you say?—”remand” the tapes that he copied? “Classified evidence of an ongoing investigation”? That’s messed up.] What, are you pissed at me? [No, I just think it’s a little creepy how good of a Fed you are.] (08:51)

Better to stay in the dark and stay alive. (08:51)

13. HOUSES OF THE HOLY

Dean—

Odd, yes. Supernatural, maybe. But angels? I don't think so. [Sam: Why not?] 'Cause there's no such thing, Sam. [Dean, there's ten times as much lore about angels as there is about anything else we've ever hunted.] Hey, you know what, there's a ton of lore on unicorns, too. In fact, I hear that they ride on silver moonbeams and they shoot rainbows outta their ass. [Wait, there's no such thing as unicorns?] That's cute. I'm just saying, man, there's some legends that you just file under “bullcrap.” [And you got angels on the ”bullcrap” list.] Yep. [Why?] 'Cause I've never seen one. [So what?] So I believe in what I can see. [Dean, you and I have seen things most people couldn't even dream about.] Exactly. With our own eyes—that's hard proof, okay? But in all this time, I have never seen anything that looks like an angel. And don't you think that if they existed that we would've crossed paths with them, or at least know someone that crossed paths with them? (06:17)

You know what? I get it. You've got faith. That's—hey, good for you. I'm sure it makes things easier. I'll tell you who else had faith like that. Mom. She used to tell me when she tucked me in that angels were watching over us. In fact, that was the last thing she ever said to me. [You never told me that.] What's to tell? She was wrong. There was nothing protecting her. There's no higher power. There's no God. I mean, there's just chaos and violence and random, unpredictable evil that comes out of nowhere and rips you to shreds. You want me to believe in this stuff? I'm gonna need to see some hard proof. You got any? (23:09)

Sam—

[Dean: What's next? Are you gonna start praying everyday?] I do. [What?] I do pray every day. I have for a long time. (19:50)

I wanted to believe. So badly. It's so damn hard to do this, what we do, all alone, you know? There's so much evil out in the world, Dean, I feel like I could drown in it. And when I think about my destiny, when I think about how I could end up.... [Dean: Yeah, well, don't worry about that, alright? I'm watching out for you.] Yeah, I know you are. But you're just one person, Dean. And I needed to think that there was something else watching, too, you know? Some higher power, some greater good. And maybe.... [Maybe what?] Maybe I could be saved. But, you know, that just clouded my judgement. And you're right. I mean, we got to go with what we know, with what we can see, with what's right there in front of our own two eyes. (37:54)

14. BORN UNDER A BAD SIGN

Dean—

[Meg!Sam: Then how the hell did I get here, Dean? What happened to me?] I don't know, all right? But you're...you're okay, and that's what matters. Everything else we can deal with. (02:51)

Sam, go wait in the car. [Meg!Sam: But, Dean—] Go wait in the car! (06:40)

What's going on with you, Sam, hm? 'Cause smoking, throwing bottles at people, I mean that sounds more like me than you. (07:51)

You know, I've tried so hard to keep you safe. [Meg!Sam: I know.] I can't. I'd rather die. [No. You'll live.] (15:53)

[Meg!Sam: What the hell's wrong with you, Dean? Are you that scared of being alone that you'd rather let Jo die?] (25:53)

This is my fight. I'm not getting your blood on my hands. That's just how it's gonna be. (31:28)

[Meg!Sam: Dean. Back from the dead. Getting to be a regular thing for you, isn't it? Like a cockroach. (34:13)

[Meg!Sam: All that I had to hold onto was that I would climb out one day and that I was gonna torture you, nice and slow, like pulling the wings off an insect. But whatever I do to you, it's nothing compared to what you do to yourself, is it? I can see it in your eyes, Dean. You're worthless. You couldn't save your dad, and deep down, you know that you can't save your brother. They'd have been better off without you.] (37:21)

[Sam: No matter what I did, you wouldn't shoot.] It was the right move, Sam, it wasn't you. [Yeah, this time. What about next time?] Sam, when Dad told me that I might have to kill you, it was only if I couldn't save you. Now, if it's the last thing I do, I'm gonna save you. (41:01)

Sam—

For the last few weeks, I've been having...I've been having these feelings. [Dean: What feelings?] Rage. Hate. And I can't stop it. It just gets worse. Day by day, it gets worse. [You never told me this.] I didn't want to scare you. (13:52)

[Dean: No one can control you but you.] Sure doesn't seem like that, Dean. It feels like no matter what I do, slowly but surely, I'm—I'm just becoming— [What?] Who I'm meant to be. I mean, you said it once yourself, Dean, I got to face up to who I am. (14:29)

I don't want to hurt anyone else. I don't want to hurt you. [Dean: You won't. Whatever this is, you can fight it.] No. I can't. Not forever. (15:16)

My head feels like it's on fire, alright? (25:21)

Misc:

Meg: Hell is like, uh...well, it's like hell. Even for demons. It's a prison made of bone and flesh and blood and fear. (36:42)

15. TALL TALES

Dean—

[Bobby: Come on, now, you're bickering like an old married couple.] No, see, married couples can get divorced. Me and him? We're like, uh, Siamese twins. [Sam: It's conjoined twins.] See what I mean? [Look, it...we've just been on the road for too long, tight quarters, all that.] (11:19)

[Sam: Dude, you know something? I put up with a lot from you.] What are you talking about? I'm a joy to be around. [Yeah? Your dirty socks in the sink, your food in the fridge?] What's wrong with my food? [It's not food anymore, Dean! It's Darwinism!] I like it. [And you know what? All I ask from you, the one thing, is that you don't mess with my stuff!] You done? [You know, how would you feel if I screwed with the Impala?] It'd be the last thing you ever did. (21:15)

Sam—

Dude, you know something? I put up with a lot from you. [What are you talking about? I'm a joy to be around.] Yeah? Your dirty socks in the sink, your food in the fridge? [What's wrong with my food?] It's not food anymore, Dean! It's Darwinism! [I like it.] And you know what? All I ask from you, the one thing, is that you don't mess with my stuff! (21:15)

16. ROADKILL

Dean—

You know, just once I'd like to round the corner and see a nice house. (16:14)

Me? I don't like [spirits]. And I sure as hell ain't making apologies for 'em. (20:08)

[Molly: Oh, thank God.] Call me Dean. (28:46)

Sam—

Spirits like Greeley are, uh...like wounded animals. Lost, in so much pain, that they lash out. [Molly: Why? Why are they here?] Well, there's some part of them that...that's keeping them here, like their remains, or um...unfinished business. [Unfinished business....] Yeah, uh, could be revenge. Could be love. Or hate. Whatever it is, they just hold on too tight. Can't let go. So they're trapped, caught in the same loops. Replaying the same tragedies over and over. [You sound almost sorry for them.] Well, they weren't evil people, you know? A lot of them were good, just...something happened to them. Something they couldn't control. (18:52)

[Dean: You think she's really going to a better place?] I hope so. [I guess we'll never know. Not until we take the plunge ourselves, huh?] Doesn't really matter, Dean. Hope's kind of the whole point. (38:23)

17. HEART

Dean—

[Sam: Dean, could you be a bigger geek about this?] I'm sorry, man, but what about a human by day, a freak animal killing machine by moonlight don't you understand? I mean, werewolves are badass. We haven't seen one since we were kids. (04:39)

[Sam: You go. I'll stay.] Forget that. You go after the creepy ex. I'm gonna hang here with the hot chick. [Dude, why do you always get to hang out with the girls?] 'Cause I'm older. [No, screw that. We settle this the old-fashioned way.] *Dean throws scissors while Sam throws rock.* [Dean, always with the scissors!] Shut up, shut up. Two out of three. *Dean throws scissors while Sam throws rock.* God! [Bundle up out there, all right?] (11:11]

Sammy, I got this one. I'll do it. [Sam: She asked me to.] You don't have to. (38:56)

Sam—

I'm not putting a bullet through some girl's chest who has no idea what's happening. [Dean: Sam, she's a monster and you're feeling sorry for her?] Maybe I understand her. (21:26)

18. HOLLYWOOD BABYLON

Dean—

[Sam: You know, I thought you hated being a PA.] I don’t know, it’s not so bad. I kind of feel like part of the team, you know? It’s good. (19:22)

Hey, we got to go check out Johnny Ramone’s grave when we’re gone here. [Sam: You want to go dig him up, too?] Bite your tongue, heathen! (23:25)

[Marty: He wrote a wackjob screenplay. There’s no pace, there’s no love interest. It’s all wackadoo exposition. I had to cut, like, 90 percent of it to make it readable, another 10 percent to make it good.] ...Should have kept Walter’s original script. It’s actually pretty good. (31:15)

Sam—

[Dean: I just figured that, you know, after everything that happened with Madison, you could use a little R&R, that’s all.] Maybe I want to work, Dean. Maybe it keeps my mind off things. (05:38)

19. FOLSOM PRISON BLUES

Dean—

Innocent people are dead—four, so far. [Sam: Yeah, innocent.] What, are you from Texas all of a sudden? Just 'cause these people are in jail doesn't mean they deserve to die. And if we don't stop this thing, people are gonna continue to die. We do the job wherever it takes us. (11:30)

[Sam: You're doing this for Deacon?] Damn right. [We barely even know the guy.] We know he was in the Corps with Dad. We know he saved Dad's life. We know we owe him. [Yeah, all right, but don't you think he's asking a little much?] Doesn't matter. We may not be saints, but we're loyal and we pay our debts. Now, that means something to me, and it ought to to you. (11:47)

[Sam: Dean, does it bother you at all how easily you seem to fit in here?] No, not really. (28:07)

Sam—

I hate this plan, Dean. [Dean: yeah, I got that the first ten times I heard it.] (05:12)

This is, without a doubt, the dumbest, craziest thing we’ve ever done, and that’s in a long, storied career of dumb and crazy. (10:58)

20. WHAT IS AND WHAT SHOULD NEVER BE

Dean—

When I was a kid, what did you always tell me when you put me to bed? [Mary: Dean, I don't understand—] Just answer the question. [I told you angels were watching over you.] (07:05)

Who'd have thought, Baby? We're civilians. (11:42)

That lawn looks like it could use some mowing. [Mary: You want to mow the lawn?] You kidding me? I'd love to mow the lawn. [Knock yourself out. You'd think you've never mowed a lawn in your life.] (13:08)

[Sam: I mean this whole warm, fuzzy, ecstasy-trip thing.] I'm just happy for you, Sammy. [Yeah, right. That's another thing. Since when do you call me “Sammy?” Dean, come on. We don't talk outside of holidays.] We don't? Well, we should. I mean, you're my brother. [”You're my brother?”] Yeah! [You know, that's what you said when you snaked my ATM card, or when you bailed on my graduation, or when you hooked up with Rachel Nave.] Who? [My prom date, on prom night.] Yeah, that does kinda sound like me. Well, hey, man, I'm sorry about all that. [No, look, it's all right, man, I just...you know, I'm not asking you to change, I just.... I don't know, I guess we just don't really have anything in common. You know?] Wait, whoa whoa whoa, yes we do. Yes we do. [What?] Hunting. [Hunting? I've never been hunting in my life, Dean.] Yeah, well, then we should go sometime. I think you'd be great at it. (17:51)

I can fix things with Sam. I can make it up to him. To everyone. [Carmen: Okay. What's gotten into you lately?] This isn't gonna make a lick of sense to you...but I kind of feel like I've been given a second chance. And I don't want to waste it. (19:58)

And there's this woman that's haunting me, I don't know why. I don't know what the connection is—not yet, anyway. It's like my old life is coming after me or something, you know, like it doesn't want me to be happy. Of course, I know what you'd say. Well, not the you that played softball, but you'd say, "Go hunt the djinn. It put you here, it can put you back. Your happiness or all those people's lives, no contest." Right? But why? Why is it my job to save these people? Why do I have to be some kind of hero? What about us, huh? What, Mom's not supposed to live her life? Sammy's not supposed to get married? Why do we have to sacrifice everything, Dad? (23:14)

I'm sorry that we don't get along. And I wish to hell I could stay and fix it. But I gotta do this. People's lives depend on it. (26:07)

[Djinn!Sam: Why'd you have to keep digging? Why couldn't you have left well-enough alone? You were happy.] [Djinn!Mary: Put the knife down, honey.] You're not real. None of it is. [It doesn't matter. It's still better than anything you had.] What? [It's everything you want. We're a family again. Let's go home.] I'll die. The djinn will drain the life out of me in a couple days. [But in here, with us, it'll feel like years, like a lifetime. I promise. No more pain, no more fear. Just love and comfort and safety. Dean, stay with us. Get some rest.] [Djinn!Jessica: You don't have to worry about Sam anymore. You get to watch him live a full life.] [Djinn!Carmen: We can have a future together, have our own family. I love you, Dean. Please.] [Djinn!Sam: Why is it our job to save everyone? Haven't we done enough? I'm begging you. Give me the knife.] I'm sorry. (34:47)

I gotta tell you, though, man, you know, you had Jess. Mom was gonna have grandkids. [Sam: Yeah, but Dean, it wasn't real.] I know. But I wanted to stay. I wanted to stay so bad. I mean, ever since Dad....all I can—all I can think about it how much this job has cost us. We've lost so much. And we've sacrificed so much. (40:43)

Sam—

[Dean: Get out of the car.] I'm going with you. [You're just gonna slow me down.] Tough. [This is dangerous and you could get hurt.] Yeah, and so could you, Dean. [Sam—] Look, whatever stupid thing you're about to do, you're not doing it alone, and that's that. [I don't understand, why are you doing this?] Because you're still my brother. [Bitch.] What are you calling me a bitch for? [You're supposed to say jerk.] What? [Nevermind.] (27:07)

Well, I'm glad we do [get along]. And I'm glad you dug yourself out, Dean. Most people wouldn't have had the strength. They would've just stayed. (40:25)

[Dean: We've lost so much. And we've sacrificed so much.] But people are alive because of you, Dean. It's worth it, it is. It's not fair, and, you know, it hurts like hell, but it's worth it. (41:24)

21. ALL HELL BREAKS LOOSE, PART I

Dean—

I'm gonna take care of you. I'm gonna take care of you. I got you. That's my job, right? Watch out for my pain-in-the-ass little brother. (39:32)

Sam—

[Jake: By the way, I, uh, appreciate what you're doing here.] What am I doing? [Keeping calm, keeping them calm. Especially considering how freaked to hell you really are. I've been in some deep crap before myself. I know the look.] Want to know the truth? I got this brother, right? And he's always telling me how he's gonna watch out for me, how everything's gonna be okay, you know, kinda like I've been telling them. [Yeah.] I don't know if I believe it this time. (22:56)

22. ALL HELL BREAKS LOOSE, PART II

Dean—

[Bobby: Don't you think maybe it's time...we bury Sam?] No. [We could maybe....] What? Torch his corpse? Not yet. [I want you to come with me.] I'm not going anywhere. [Dean, please.] Would you cut me some slack? [I just don't think you should be alone, that's all. I gotta admit, I could use your help. Something big is going down—end-of-the-world big!] Well, then let it end! [You don't mean that.] You don't think so? Huh? You don't think I've given enough? You don't think I've paid enough? I'm done with it. All of it. (02:16)

You know, when we were little, when you couldn't have been more than five, you just started asking questions. How come we didn't have a mom, why do we always have to move around, where'd Dad go when he'd take off for days at a time? I remember I begged you, "Quit asking, Sammy. Man, you don't want to know." I just wanted you to be a kid, just for a little while longer. I always tried to protect you, keep you safe. Dad didn't even have to tell me. It was just always my responsibility, you know? It's like I have one job—I had one job. And I screwed it up. I blew it. And for that, I'm sorry. I guess that's what I do. I let down the people I love. I let Dad down. And now I guess I'm just supposed to let you down, too? How can I? How am I supposed to live with that? What am I supposed to do? Sammy. What am I supposed to do? (06:27)

That's the same deal you give everybody else. [Demon: You're not everybody else. Why would I want to give you anything? Keep your gutter soul. It's too tarnished, anyway.] (11:08)

You almost died in there. I mean, what would I have.... You just take care of yourself for a little bit, huh? Just for a little bit. (16:37)

Which is why we gotta find this yellow-eyed son of a bitch. That's why I'm gonna kill him myself. I mean, I got nothing to lose now, right? (19:00)

[Bobby: What is it with you Winchesters, huh? You, your dad—you're both just itching to throw yourselves down the pit.] (19:18)

Dad brought me back, Bobby, I'm not even supposed to be here. At least this way, something good could come out of it, you know? It's like my life can mean something. [Bobby: What? And it didn't before? Have you got that low an opinion of yourself? Are you that screwed in the head?] I couldn't let him die, Bobby. I couldn't. He's my brother. [How is your brother gonna feel when he knows you're going to Hell? How'd you feel when you knew your dad went for you?] You can't tell him. You take a shot at me, whatever you gotta do, but please don't tell him. (19:27)

[Azazel: You saw what your brother just did to Jake, right? That was pretty cold, wasn't it? How certain are you that what you brought back is 100% pure Sam? You of all people should know that's what dead should stay dead. Anyway, thanks a bunch. I knew I kept you alive for some reason. Until now, anyway. I couldn't have done it without your pathetic, self-loathing, self-destructive desire to sacrifice yourself for your family.] (32:23)

[Sam: You shouldn't have done that. How could you do that?] Don't get mad at me. Don't you do that. I had to. I had to look out for you. That's my job. (38:45)

Sam—

I kind of can't believe it, Dean. I mean... our whole lives, everything... has been prepping for this, and now I...I kind of don't know what to say. (36:35)

[Dean: I had to look out for you. That's my job.] And what do you think my job is? [What?] You saved my life over and over. I mean, you sacrifice everything for me. Don't you think I'd do the same for you? You're my big brother. There's nothing I wouldn't do for you. And I don't care what it takes, I'm gonna get you out of this. Guess I gotta save your ass for a change. (38:57)

#lol s2 finallyyyy #today i found out that one of my new roommates used to watch SPN and she immediately asked my opinion on w/nc/st #and i said 'well i have siblings and i'm not a freak so.' and she said okay good lol #spn #ej.pdf #supernatural #dean winchester #sam winchester #spn season 2 #spn season two #spn quotes

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For The Love of a Daughter

Couple/Characters: Wessa, Will Herondale and Tessa Gray Rating: T TW: mentions of blood Tagging: @lucieblckthorn @cordeliacarstairs1989 @churchthecatismyspiritanimal 💜 (who wants to be tagged when I write fanfic can send me a message) This one shot is set during TLH time and it takes place in CoI (ideally) and it’s also part of an idea/theory I have.

“Theresa.”

No one had called her with her full name in a while, except Will when he liked to tease her. She didn’t recognize the voice, but she could feel the coldness in it, and the detachment. And it wasn’t a chilly day. On the other hand, she had decided to take a walk close to the Institute because the weather was splendid.

She raised her head to see who had talked, only to be awestruck. It was a man she had never seen, a particularly young one. Had she not caught the color of his eyes; she wouldn’t have made the connection. “You are him.”

The man smirked. “I’m pleased to meet you, Theresa Gray. Or should I say Herondale? Which one you prefer the most?”

Tessa rolled her eyes. “I’d prefer you’d leave me alone.”

“And lose the chance of meeting you? I’m offended,” he tried to provoke her, but she tried not to let him get to her.

It was the first time in over forty years that Tessa was sharing the same space as her father, who also happened to be a prince of hell. If this was another person, perhaps she would be giddy to be an actual princess. But the prospect of being remotely related to this handsome man disgusted her.

“You can’t choose your family but you can choose your friends,” Belial commented, glancing at the child in the navy colored pram in front of her. “Interesting.”

She tightened her old on the pram and glared at him. “If you need to tell me something, you better do it now before I – “

“I just wanted to greet you, Theresa, that is all. No need to be aggressive. And I wanted to congratulate you on the baby. What’s her name? No, don’t tell me. I already know.”

She raised an eyebrow questioningly. She didn’t like speaking to this person. She didn’t need to know her father to find out that he wasn’t someone to trust. “I’d say it was my pleasure, but I’d be lying. I’d rather not meeting you again.”

“You’d be lying to yourself if you think this is the last you’ll see of me,” Belial said with hushed tones, and then he was gone.

***

She rushed back to Institute, as fast as the pram permitted her to. She didn’t want to startle her baby girl. She was still an infant, born a mere three months before, with jet black hair and grey eyes. She had been a surprise. Never did she expect to get pregnant again, not after James and Lucie. Her kids, who truly weren’t kids anymore. She and Will had agreed on having two children who were only one year apart, but of course they were ecstatic when Jem told Tessa she was pregnant. Will had been on cloud nine to become a father again, even if Tessa had seen the apprehension in his eyes. He was already distressed after the recent events; she’d hate to worry him for another person. But he had insisted that this was what life was made of. It was made of a lot of unexpected miracles. And he told her that he would love and protect this baby with his life, if it came to it.

Oh, Will.

Whenever Tessa returned to the Institute, the first thing she did was greet her husband.

She watched him silently as he sat behind his desk, his head bent on a book and his hand scribbling some notes on the margins with a pencil. He had this habit: he liked to write notes next to a passage he liked or wanted to remember. That was something that amused her although she didn’t like to smear the pages with graphite like him. She usually read a book before he did, and she never got to see what he noted, although she was curious. What could he possibly write? She didn’t like to write comments on the pages of books. She preferred to discuss what she liked or disliked with him, face to face. He still hadn’t realized she was there on the threshold, but when he did, his whole face changed.

“If it isn’t two of my favorite people in the whole universe,” said Will, raising from the velvet chair behind the mahogany desk of his study. He crossed the room over to Tessa and the baby and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. “How are my girls today?”

“Tired,” Tessa replied as Will smiled at the baby. “And Estella didn’t sleep at all, she kept fussing on the way back here.”

“You’re restless like your namesake, aren’t you, Ella?” he asked the baby, then he grabbed her from the pram to hold her in his arms. He kissed the top of the baby’s head. “You should sleep, though, or your mama and I won’t be able to function tomorrow.”

Tessa grinned as she watched him bond with Estella. It was James who had decided that name, along with Lucie. He had probably suggested it because of “Great Expectations”, not realizing at first that it may remind his father of his dead sister. They discussed the topic of the name while they were in the drawing room. Tessa had just revealed her children that they would have a brother or a sister in the spring. Jamie had shot the name without thinking, and both his mother and his sister had stilled. Not that Will didn’t like to talk about Ella. To some extent, he still felt guilty for her death, but he had come to terms with it. Things couldn’t be changed, and he couldn’t take it back. Once James realized the name he had just proposed, he tried to apologize, but Will didn’t let him. “It’s perfect, Jamie. Thanks for the suggestion,” he had said, and everyone had smiled.

That night, however, Tessa wasn’t able to sleep. She tossed and turned in the bed and every once in a while, she woke up to check on baby Ella, but she saw that Will was already up trying to calm the crying baby. She teared up every time she witnessed these moments. She hadn’t asked him anything, he had always taken the initiative even with Lucie and James. She decided to get off the bed to take Ella, but when she did, she felt her legs giving in. She gripped the bed for support.

“I’m taking care of her, go back to sleep,” Will said, noticing her by the bed.

“No, I’m okay, I’m -“ she tried to stand up, but to no avail.

“Maybe you should sit down, Tess.” He suggested, then he placed the baby back in her small crib.

She nodded and tried to get back on the bed by using Will’s hand as leverage. When she tried to get her legs on the mattress, though, she had a spasm. She gripped her hold on his hand when she felt the impulse to throw up, but she didn’t.

“Are you okay? You don’t seem well,” Will asked, then he touched her forehead with his free hand. “You’re burning up. And you’re sweating. Let me help you change. I’ll grab a wet cloth.”

Tessa couldn’t do anything but nod, and then she fell into the arms of Morpheus.

She woke up at some point, because she heard a faint cry. It was probably baby Ella. She felt something cold on her head, at least she realized that. She could also tell how her nightgown smelled of fresh soap and not sweat. Somebody had probably changed her into clean night clothes. Maybe it had been Will – she recalled at least that he told her something like that before she lost consciousness. Maybe. Or maybe Lucie, or Bridget… she didn’t know.

She glanced in the direction of the crib and saw that somebody had picked the baby up.

“Will.”

He turned his head and winced. He had turned his head too abruptly, which made Tessa smile. He was worried. And most likely tired. She could see the dark circles under his eyes and his disheveled hair. His shirt was also partially open and she could see part of his upper chest.

“What time is it?” she asked, feeling her throat sore. How much time had passed since she had fallen asleep?

Will still cradled the baby when he reached her side of the bed and sat down. He checked her forehead and wrist but he didn’t reply yet. “It’s six in the morning, Tess. I was just giving Ella her milk.”

“You? But how, when…” she wanted to sit down so she could feed the baby herself.

“We gave her a raw milk formula for the moment,” he explained. “Since you are too exhausted and you have a fever. Jem suggested you don’t give your milk to Ella until you’ve recovered.”

“Ah,” she commented. Not that she was unhappy about that, after all, if Jem had said it was better to give her baby cow’s milk mixed with other things… “How much time have I been out?”

Will’s expression hardened when she asked that, but knowing him, he was aware that she would want to know. He took her hand in his while he adjusted Ella’s head on his shoulder, since it was almost time for her to burp. Tessa grinned at the gesture. Not that he hadn’t done it before, but it still warmed her heart so see him with their children.

“Two days and half,” he admitted, pulling Tessa from her reverie.

“Two?”

“Yes. You fainted the other night. I didn’t think it was serious because you were half asleep. I thought the mixture of fever and exhaustion made you lose consciousness, but then you wouldn’t wake the next morning, so I –“

“You called Jem.”

“Yes,” he revealed, making a slight grin. “I know how much you all hate that I call him all the time, since he could be in trouble for coming here when no one is sick, but you were… motionless. I checked your pulse and your chest and your heartbeat was weak. It wasn’t a simple cold, Tess.”

She could hear the way this whole thing had affected him from the sound of his voice. He was concerned and… scared?

“Then what was it?”

He sighed before answering her. “Jem think you were possessed. Because you threw up a lot of black blood. By vomiting blood you rejected the possession.” Saying those words seemed to pain him.

“What? And who could have possessed me?”

“You talked in your sleep,” Will revealed, gazing at baby Ella who had just digested her milk. “You mentioned a name.”

“Who?” Tessa asked, even if she already knew the answer to that. She didn’t know if she was more shocked by the fact that her father had tried to possess her or that she had vomited black blood.

“Belial.”

Tessa massaged her temples. The cool cloth fell on the side of her head, but to hell with that. She felt better at least. “I met him the other day.”

“You did?” he didn’t sound angry, but she could hear the hurt in his voice. “I mean, you didn’t have to tell me, Tessa, but I thought –“

She clutched his hand in her hands. “I didn’t tell you because I didn’t think much of it. He just appeared out of nowhere while I was with Ella. And he introduced himself and congratulated me for the baby.”

“Just like the fairy in Sleeping Beauty.”

Tessa thought about it for a second. “Do you think he placed an enchantment on me?”

Will raised an eyebrow. “I wouldn’t put past him. Isn’t he powerful? And you’re his daughter, he could try to do something like this to you just because he’s bored,” he raged.

“What could he possibly do to me? We’ve never meet in over forty years, Will. He doesn’t care about me like I don’t care about him. I’m just one of his spawns.”

“You’re not a spawn. You’re not an animal, Tessa.”

“I’m not in the mood for semantics, Will,” she sighed.

Will’s voice softened and he caressed her hand with his thumb. “I’m sorry. I don’t want to make you angry, but I also don’t want to tell you lies. During these two days and half you’ve been out, I felt like a mad man because I didn’t know who could have done this to you. Now that we probably know the culprit, I just want to…” he gritted his teeth.

“No.” Tessa’s voice was sharp and authoritative. “Today was the first time in years I’ve ever seen what the person who gave me life looks like. I do not wish to see him ever again, and I’d rather you not go after him. Not you, not Jem, nor anyone.”

“Are you really sure, Tess? Because I…”

“Will. Please. Listen to me. Leave him alone. I can’t guarantee that he won’t try to do something again,” she told him, “but it’s better not to provoke him. He’s a prince of hell, and he’s a –“

“Son of a –“ Will started, then glanced at baby Ella and shut up. “You understand what I meant, Tess.”

Tessa grinned. As usual, he managed to make her laugh even in the critical moments. “Yes. And now I would love to hold my baby, thank you.”

“You are not burning up anymore,” he affirmed after he checked her forehead again. “And whose baby are you talking about?” he asked her just to tease her.

Tessa frowned with a smirk, then extended her arms to get baby Ella. The baby was sleeping soundly and for a moment it made her believe that everything was fine. That no, her father hadn’t tried to possess her because he wanted to use her body for some seedy intentions. That he hadn’t put a spell on her and made her sick. She wanted to pretend everything was okay and that everyone was also doing great, even though she knew that something was surely coming down the pike. And soon, she was sure, she would have to face a harsher reality.

Footnote: With this story I didn’t just mean to show a possible first encounter between Belial and Tessa, but I also wanted to show you how different are Belial and Will (in this case) as fathers. While Belial doesn’t give a damn about Tessa if not for his own gain, Will takes care of his daughter without being asked to when Tessa is not doing ok. I just love to write dad!Will so much, lol. Also, I chose the name Estella because it reminded me of stars.

#tessa grey #will herondale #wessa #will and tessa #tsc fanfiction #tlh fanfic #tlh #chain of gold #chain of iron #chain of thorns #tsc #the shadowhunter chronicles #belial #my edits 2 #the last hours #the infernal devices #tid #tweety writes

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amarabliss · 6 years

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Things Fall Apart - 7 (Steve McGarrett/Daughter)

Steve and the team find out that you “Shortie” have passed away in the line of duty, things are not as they seem…

Sequel to Daddy’s Girl

Part 1 Part Two Part Three* Part Four Part Five Part Six

***NOTE: For full reader experience and mood listen too this song!

Tessa by Steve Jablonsky

Danny kept rubbing his chest looking off toward the city where his children were. He asked for them to pull Grace out of class, “I just…I love you Monkey. I just needed you to know that…yeah…yeah I’m a little scared right now, but it’s going to be okay. No, no, of course everything is going to be fine…”

He jumped when he heard shouting from behind him. He braced for some sort of explosion. Some sort of incineration. But he just heard hollering from below inside the boat.

“Monkey I gotta go…I love you…and I have a surprise for you later, just come home so I can hold you and Charlie real tight for a while okay? Okay…yeah, no you have to go back to geometry…glad I could help for a bit…Danno, loves you…bye…” He turned walking toward the entrance you and Steve had gone in, “Uh…are we dead?”

He looked down seeing you and Steve hugging and laying on the floor, “No, Danny, we are not dead.”

Danny smiled bending down holding onto his knees, “This is good…this is real good. Shortie come up here so I can hug you for saving the day, cause I know it wasn’t your dad.”

“Hey!” Steve helped you sit up sounding offended.

“Babe, come on…there was no shooting, there was no explosion…it’s not your style…” Danny smirked reaching down grabbing your hands as your dad hoisted you up. He watched you grit your teeth as Steve pushed you up, “You alright kiddo?”

“Yeah…I’ll be fine…rough road.” You smiled giving him a tight hug, “Thanks Danno.”

“Aww, no I need to thank you. I’m not a shadow on the wall right now.” He smiled kissing your cheek and let you go to help Steve out.

“Looks like we missed the party!” You looked over the edge of the boat seeing Jack, Mac, and a bomb squad, “We thought we show the professionals over.”

“Good idea,” You smiled as squad started to board the boat.

Steve looked at Danny glancing over at you talking to the team leader explain what they would find down there, “See Danny, nothing to worry about.”

“Yeah…except that…” He pointed at Mac walking up to as the squad moved over to them.

Steve watched as the young man grabbed your hands concerned. The concern proceeded to a hand on the cheek looking down into your eyes with worry. It took Steve a moment before noticed his hand clenching. As he started to walk over with Danny he saw your knees finally give out. Mac caught you easily enough.

“Y/N!” Steve ran over catching up with Mac already on the move to the ambulance down the dock, “What’s wrong? What’s going on?”

Mac glanced at him before looking at your flushed unconscious form, “She’s hurt…she’s been pushing herself too much and no doubt hasn’t been taking her meds to help with the infection.”

“Infection?” Steve asked confused and worried.

“I’ll explain once we get the hospital…but she needs a doctor now.” Mac told him as paramedics came running over with a gurney. Mac started to climb into the ambulance, but stopped looking at Steve, “You should go…we’ll follow behind you.”

It took everything for him to not jump inside with you, but he shook his head, “No…you know what’s wrong, go.”

“You’re sure?” Mac looked surprised.

“Just go!” Steve snapped making him jump in quickly as Danny ran over to him.

“Steve, what’s going on?” Danny asked him as he followed to the Camaro.

“I don’t know.” Steve got inside starting the car before Danny had a chance to buckle, “But I don’t need to be here…call Lou have them finish up.”

Steve raced behind the ambulance all the way to the hospital, jumping out near the emergency entrance tossing Danny the keys as he walked past following Mac inside, “What’s the word?”

Mac took a deep breath in looking at him, “She’s gonna be fine, just dehydrated…and her burns are in bad shape again. I should’ve pushed her to go to the doctor sooner…she just…”

“Focused on the mission.” Steve wrapped his arms around himself looking at Mac, “It’s…a family trait. You wouldn’t have been able to do anything…”

Mac nodded standing in the hall watching you get pushed behind a door, “Still…”

Steve stood there with him staring at the door watching nurses and doctors mill about with patients for a moment, “There’s nothing we can do right now…let’s find a place to put everyone.”

“Mr. McGarrett…” Mac took a deep breath in as Steve turned to him holding up a hand stopping him.

“First, it’s Commander McGarrett.” Steve told him giving a stern stare, “Second, I don’t want to hear it right now. Right now, I just want to focus on my daughter’s recovery. Something that I wouldn’t be doing today without your help…so thank you for bringing her home to me. Let’s…just leave it there for right now.”

Mac nodded slowly, “Yes, sir.”

“Good…” Steve turned to the nurse’s station and found out where they could wait for you informing them that Danny would be in quickly and probably followed by several other visitors.

They both took a seat in the waiting room letting out exhausted sighs. Steve started undoing his tact vest feeling the release of tension that had been building. He pulled it off setting in the chair next to him looking over at Mac leaned over elbows on his knees hands clenched together, “So…what do you do exactly? I mean you were disarming a bomb in a moving car, but is that it?”

Mac looked at him smiling. Steve wanted to just smack him good, for many reasons. This kid seemed to be the perfect all-American specimen, “I-uh…do a little of everything really. I did serve though, disarming IEDs. It’s where I met Jack.”

“That’s not what I asked, but it’s good to know.” Steve’s leg started to jump up and down anxiously, “When you say everything, what do you mean?”

“I solve problems with unlikely items or situations…” Mac cleared his throat.

“Like bullets as a connection…” Steve looked at him crossing his arms.

“Yeah, and interference with a looping comm piece.” Mac smiled a little again as he nodded, “I just…know how things work and how they can be used differently.”

“You go to school?” Steve asked after a beat.

“For a bit, MIT…dropped out.” Mac watched Steve tilt his head a little, “Wanted to do something to help the world…disarming bombs…”

“Ah…” Steve nodded commending the kid in his head for at least dropping out for a decent reason and not something like boredom.

“Y/N, said you’re a Navy SEAL.” Mac leaned back finally in his seat.

“Yes sir.” Steve nodded, “Not in an official capacity anymore, but…once you’re in it, you’re in it for life.”

“She said you were real good at it…that you trained her a little.” Mac’s smile grew as he talked about you.

“I did…” Steve sighed looking at the floor, “MacGyver…can I ask you something?”

“That’s kind of what we’ve been doing…” Mac flinched a little at the glare Steve gave him, “…yes…please do.”

Steve felt his shoulders tense as he took in a deep breath, “You said she was burned…”

The question was implied, and Mac sighed leaning forward again, “From what I know, which isn’t much, she was caught in an explosion before being captured.”

“She didn’t tell you?” Steve frowned.

“She doesn’t talk about it…as far as I know she’s only talked to Mattie.” Mac looked away almost as if he was uncomfortable, “It was a long debrief…”

Steve ran a hand over his face then back over his neck as he leaned forward, “So you don’t know anything at all?”

Mac hung his head a little before looking at him again, “I know…that she has nightmares…and she doesn’t feel comfortable with herself anymore. Not that anyone would believe it, but I’ve seen enough PTS and PTSD soldiers to know some of the signs.”

“She hasn’t been diagnosed yet?” Steve looked shocked.

“There wasn’t time…rather she wouldn’t make the time. Mattie integrated her into our team so quickly I think she just latched on to us as an anchor. As something to avoid it all…not that I’m at all qualified to give my opinion.” Mac shrugged sadly, “Jack and I have been trying to get her to…feel…I guess… to emote something. I can get her there…not always in the way I want to…”

“Is that what you’re sorry for?” Steve watched him carefully.

“You heard that?” He watched the young man’s ears turn red and nodded, “Uh, yeah…things were said in the very terrifying car chase…”

“Terrifying?” Steve raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah…” Mac leaned back cringing as he thought about it.

“You’re going to kill us!” Mac shouted toward the from back, “This is a delicate piece of equipment, one wrong move and boom!”

You handed the phone to Jack as you darted around another car getting onto the highway, “We’re gonna be fine…”

“Uh yeah, she’s fine, she’s driving.” Jack stared at you as you switched the car to manual drive, “I told her I would, but she gave me a death glare that I’m certain with a little more emphasis would’ve done some damage.”

“This isn’t some desert road, we’re gonna be fine.” You glanced back into the mirror toward Mac and Riley.

Mac let out a frustrated noise as you shifted and jerked the car into another lane, “Seriously! Take your aggression out in a different manner that will only kill you and not us!”

“Whoa…Mac…” Riley looked at him surprised.

“Excuse me?” You looked up at him in the mirror catching him run a hand through his hair before his eyes met yours, “Well fine…I’ll just do that next time I see a bridge when I’m alone.”

“Hey hey hey!” Jack shook his head pointing at you.

“Y/N I didn’t mean…this just really…” Mac was trying to keep his frustration down.

“Listen Mac!” You shouted back at him tears pricking your eyes, “You deal with the bomb! I’ll get us to the air field!”

“I didn’t mean it like that at all…” Mac shook his head frowning.

“It was a heated situation…” Steve licked his lips, “Things get said, and if you’re not trained to keep emotions in check…you don’t.”

“I am most definitely not trained…” Mac sighed looking at him, “Something Mattie tells me constantly…but I think it’s what makes me so good at my job…sometimes…”

“Hey, Steve…” He looked over seeing Danny rushing into the room, “How is she? Is she okay? Is she alright?”

Steve stood up shaking his head, “They haven’t come back yet.”

“She should be alright…” Mac stood as he started to speak.

“You…” Danny pointed to him as his eyes narrowed, “do not speak…I see the way you’ve eyed my girl…”

“Your girl?” Mac looked at him confused.

“Yeah, my kid…my Shortie!” Danny raised his voice, “I will not have it…she’s still…”

“Danny…” Steve half shut his eyes shaking his head a little.

“I…no…too much?” Danny reigned it in quickly, “You said on the way over we should be hard on him…I just…”

“We’re…okay.” Steve coughed looking away from as he put his hands on his hips.

“Right…” Danny nodded understanding looking over to Mac, “Still…let the doctors work…you’re not a doctor too, are you?”

“No, sir…I am not…” Mac shook his head smiling a little, “I’m gonna get some coffee…you two need anything?”

“No we’re good.” Steve answered as he walked out.

Danny waited until he was out of the room, “So…we’re okay?”

“No.” Steve shook his head, “But…he’s…not…Sang Min…”

“It doesn’t take much to not be Sang Min…” Danny cringed a little thinking about their CI friend…thing.

“Uh, excuse me…” A short dark haired man walked into the room, “Steve McGarrett?”

“Yeah…that’s me.” Steve stepped forward reaching for the man’s out stretched hand.

“Dr. Kekoa.” The man smiled a little, “I just wanted to come and tell you that your daughter is going to be fine. She’s very dehydrated and seems to be running on fumes. I’ve begun treatment on the infected areas of her skin. It will take some time and bed rest, but she’ll make it as long as she takes the antibiotics.”

“Thank you.” Steve swallowed nodding a little.

“She’s actually asking for you, if you’d like to go see her. But I have to warn you…it’s not a pretty sight.” Dr. Kekoa told him.

“Yeah…uh…” Steve looked to Danny who simply nodded for him to go on.

Dr. Kekoa led him through the doors into the ER, “Do you know the extent of your daughter’s injuries?”

“I know she was overseas…I thought she wad dead.” Steve told him.

“Oh…I am so sorry…” Dr. Kekoa looked at him surprised, “Then I will let you know that she suffered some sort of trauma consistent with something that you’d see from an explosion. Specifically an IED…it looks like shrapnel was pulled from her at some point…poorly.”

“H-how bad is the burn?” Steve asked him worry setting in.

“Mostly second degree, but there are a few areas that are third degree. I would assume those areas were more exposed then the rest when the incident happened. Right now, we are peeling off the infected areas and putting wraps on her. She’ll need to stay here for observation for a few days.” Dr. Kekoa told him as he stood outside a room. He picked up a pack of scrubs, “And you’ll need to wear this…changing room is across the hall. Enter when you’re ready.”

Steve stood there a second before turning to get changed quickly. When he came back out he walked straight to the door stopping immediately at what he saw. You were laying on a bed pillow twisted around arm. Your back was to him showing the burn that seemed to mainly be on the right side of your torso and part of your upper leg.

Finally, he stepped threw walking over slowly. He heard a small whimper come from you as the nurse continued to clean the wounds. The nurse looked over to him as he approached, “Oh good…maybe you can talk some sense into her. You’re the dad, right?”

“I’m sorry?” He looked at her confused.

“Dad…” His attention immediate went to you reaching out for him. He took your hand looking at your face seeing tears stream down your cheeks. You squeezed his hand tightly.

“What’s going on?” Steve looked up at the nurse.

“She’s refusing any type of pain medication.” The nurse told him.

“Baby…” Steve shook his head, “Don’t do this to yourself…”

“No.” You started to shake your head closing your eyes, “No…I won’t…I can’t…”

He could hear the fear in your voice, “Y/N, this-this isn’t good…you need to let your body heal. This is causing more stress.”

“No…” Your voice cracked as you opened your eyes tears trickling down to the pillow, “I can’t go back there…I can’t…”

You were begging him. The terror in your eyes made everything in him cry out in agony. He already knew it was going to be bad, but this just…He nodded giving your hand a squeeze as he leaned over your head shielding you from the world, “Okay…It’s okay…We’re here…we’re home…”

He stayed with you the rest of the procedure. Toward the end of it your body just ended up giving up. He refused to leave your side after the nurse left. He sat next to you holding your hand tightly.

He looked up as Danny walked wearing a surgical gown, “Hey…”

Steve nodded to him, “I can’t…leave her…”

“No one expects you to.” Danny told him with a sad smile, “I just wanted to stop in and tell you that I need to head out, but to call if you need anything…or if anything changes. Team Phoenix is waiting to come in too.”

“Thanks Danny…will you…uh…” Steve teared up a little looking at you rest, the bloody bandages still catching him off guard.

Danny touched his shoulder in understand, “I got it…don’t worry.”

Steve nodded watching him leave before he pulled you hand to his mouth kissing it several times, “What did they do to you Shortie?”

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Just Like Heaven -- Part Two

Disclaimer: Fiction.

Warnings: SMUT

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I was so ready to kill all of them. How dare they call themselves friends and do this shit to me. Sitting on the floor, I was shocked at how thick and comfortable the rug was. I knew it had to be expensive. Jared wouldn’t settle for anything but the best. I pulled the latest Patricia Cornwell novel from my bag and opened it to where I left off.

Shannon sat on the edge of the bed, nudging my arm with his knee. With his scent surrounding me, a familiar pang began to radiate throughout my chest. God, I missed him so much. “You really gonna read that now?” He asked, sounded less than thrilled.

“Appears that way, doesn’t it?”

He sighed, sliding down next to me onto the soft carpet. “Dating anyone?” I rolled my eyes and ignored his question. I continued reading, or tried to anyway. “You’re happy I’m here, it’s okay, you can admit it, I know it’s true.” He placed his hand on my leg, rubbing gently, trying hard to gain my attention.

I yanked the hair tie from my wrist and pulled my hair up into a ponytail, sarcastically responding to him. “Oh no, you guessed my secret! Can you please shut up so I can concentrate?” Lifting his hand, I dropped it back into his own lap.

“Fine!” He crawled around me and I went back to reading about Kay Scarpetta, chief medical examiner in Charleston, South Carolina. I only read a few paragraphs when Shannon started talking again.

“What else you got in here?” It took a few seconds for his question to register and I slammed the book shut at the sight of Shannon beaming like a kid on Christmas morning while holding the sheer pink thong just out of my reach.

“That’s it! Let me the fuck out of here or I swear to God, I’ll burn this motherfucker to the ground! You hear me, Jared? Renee! Somebody let me out NOW!” I used my shoe to beat on the door until I finally heard the furniture that had been blocking it move, and the lock click. What kind of vacation spot was this anyway with the locks on the outside of the door?

The massive door flew open and Jared and Renee stood there glaring at me. “Enough! Jesus! Who locked the fucking door?” Renee and Jared obviously knew nothing about Dan’s stupid games. “What childish moron did this?”

“I’ll give you one guess!” I shouted, gathering all of my stuff and one of the pillows from the bed.

“Dan.. I’m sorry Tessa, they all went out. Jared and I were watching a movie downstairs. I didn’t know, I swear.”

“It’s fine, I’m sleeping on the couch.” I turned back to Shannon, who was still holding my panties. “I’m taking that blanket too.” I referred to the thick, comfy looking bed covers.

“Don’t you want these?” He asked, holding the hot pink material out for me to take.

I smirked, “You know what? Keep em, I hope they fit you. They seem appropriate enough since you’re such a pussy.” I raced down the stairs with my bag and set up camp on the extremely uncomfortable couch.

I dropped my bag next to the couch, pissed off at myself for giving up so easily and then raced back up the stairs, determined to take whatever I needed to make it more comfortable. I bumped into Jared’s shoulder, and glared at Shannon, daring him to open his mouth and say one word to me, because I was ready to fight. He just stood there, watching as I left him with only a sheet. I carried the thick, fluffy quilt down the stairs and dropped it on the couch. I got comfortable, not quite ready to go to sleep, but too pissed off to deal with anyone. I pulled the book out and got lost in the pages until Mel, Luke, Angel, and Dan returned, coming in the door giggling and raving about the fun time they all had. Dan froze when he saw me on the couch. “Uh-oh,” I heard him say.

Everyone else scattered, clearly wanting to avoid the drama. He walked closer, checking out my makeshift bed. Before he could say anything I did it for him. “Blow me Dan. That shit was so not funny, but just remember, paybacks a bitch.”

He walked into the kitchen and returned with a bottle of Gatorade, snickering at my comment. “Oh Tessa, I’m terrified. You got me shaking over here.” He walked away, laughing loudly.

“Whoever installed the locks on the outside of the doors must have had a friend like Dan.’ I said under my breath. I read, getting so interested in the story, but finding it harder and harder to keep my eyes open. Renee offered me to use their bathroom and I took her up on it, changing into my pajamas. Exiting the bathroom, I glanced over at Jared, who was lying on the bed and offering me a solution. “You can share the bed with Shan, he won’t touch you, Tessa. I had a talk with him and he promised to keep his hands to himself and be on his best behavior. It’s just silly to spend the night on the couch when there’s a spot for you in a bed.”

“I appreciate that Jared, but I’d rather sleep on the lumpy couch. Goodnight you guys.”

He shrugged and they both called out, “Goodnight,” as Renee was closing the door.

I got as comfortable as possible on the couch in the middle of the room. I lay there tired, but unable to sleep. So many thoughts, memories of happier times with Shannon raced through my head and I could feel the tears pooling in my eyes. I wiped them away, hearing someone coming down the stairs.

“Tess,” I sighed, hearing Shannon whisper right next to me. When I didn’t respond, he shook my arm. “Tess.”

“What do you want?” I didn’t even try to sound civilized.

“I can’t sleep, I feel guilty that you’re down here on the couch. You take the bed, I’ll stay down here. I’m sorry.... I shouldn’t have acted like a dick to you.”

I huffed, not wanting to deal with him. The truth was I missed his stupid face and his touch. I missed the way he smelled and tasted and I hated him. I hated the fact that he doesn’t care how badly he hurt me or that I can’t trust any man because of him. “Please go to bed and leave me alone, Shannon.”

He lifted my legs and sat down, placing them over his legs. The second I could, I sat up, removing my legs from his lap. “Fine! You are a pain in the ass. I’m tired and you better leave me alone after this!” I gathered the blanket and marched up the stairs with him right behind me. I dropped the warm covers that I had been using and pulled the sheet from the bed, spinning around and shoving it against his bare chest. “Goodnight Shannon!”

He dropped the sheet and unexpectedly, he slipped an arm around my waist, pulling me against him. His wet, full lips were on mine so fucking fast my head was spinning. The familiar taste of his mouth sent a shiver down my body. I was pressed against his warm chest, chiseled to perfection, splaying my hand against it, intending to push him away, but instead I left it there, enjoying the kiss. When he pulled back, I slapped him across the face, not wanting to give up. “I hate you, Shannon.”

“I know. That's what makes this so much fun,” he smirked before grabbing my waist again and pulling me into another scorching kiss. I couldn't believe the nerve of him. I wanted to scream at him to get away from me but every time his lips met mine my brain short-circuited and before I knew it I was opening my mouth for him, drawing his tongue in while my chest heaved and goosebumps erupted across my skin. When he finally broke the kiss I raised my arms to make one last attempt to salvage the situation by pushing him away but he just grabbed my wrist and spun me around, pinning me against the wall.

“You sure don't kiss me like you hate me,” Shannon pointed out, his lips inches from mine. “I think you missed me.”

If I had been considering giving in his smug attitude just made me all the more determined to keep him at bay. He was so sure I still wanted him, so sure he would get his way. I tried to tug my wrists free but he kept them firmly pinned over my head. “I'm going to scream,” I told him through clenched teeth.

“Oh yes you are,” he said with a laugh before his lips were on me again, swallowing any further protest. He pushed himself tightly against me, that firm body of his stirring a flood of memories I had only just barely managed to bury. It wasn't fair, the way he could still make me feel, the way I still wanted him even after everything he had done to me.

“Get off me you cheating bastard,” I protested far too weakly.

“Tessa, I told you I was sorry for that about a thousand times. I don't know how much longer you're going to punish us both like this. You know you still want me.”

“I want to each chocolate cake and ice cream all day too. That doesn't mean it's good for me or that I should do it.”

Shannon pulled his head back for a moment to look at me. His smirk had turned into a scowl. “You know you weren't exactly Miss Perfect Girlfriend yourself, Tess,” he growled.

“Oh for fuck's sake.” Shannon had become irrationally jealous and possessive the last few months we were together. I knew now he was just projecting, assuming I was cheating on him the way he had cheated on me, but it pissed me off he was still trying to blame me for his own insecurity. “That was all fucking you!” I spat back at him.

Shannon pushed me against the wall again as if he were about to move in for another kiss but every time I'd come close to giving in he had done something new to piss me off. I wasn't waiting for his next move. I stomped down on his bare feet as hard as I could, and he yelped in surprise and let go of my wrists for a moment. Quickly I darted around him, thinking I could lock myself in the bathroom until he got the idea. Instead about six steps away I felt something hook around my ankle as Shannon stuck his foot out after me and I tumbled forward onto the bed.

“You prick!” I screamed but he fell forward after me, stretching himself over my back and pinning me to the mattress.

“Hey, this is your game. I'm just playing along.”

“What the fuck? You started this.” I twisted underneath him, trying to turn so I could face him but he had me pinned too well.

“If you hadn't locked me out of the bedroom...”

“If you hadn't shown up when you weren't even supposed to be here...”

“You tempted me with that lacy thong!”

“You shouldn't have been in my things!”

“You went through mine first!”

I screamed in frustration and made one last heroic attempt to free myself from Shannon's grasp. I managed to flip myself over underneath him but as hard as I tried I couldn't scramble loose from his grasp. “I. HATE. YOU!” I spluttered.

“I. KNOW!” he shouted back.

With a sudden ferocity that shocked me, I reached up and grabbed Shannon by the hair, tugging his head down and shoving my tongue into his mouth. His eyes flew open in surprise but he kissed me back as hungrily as before, biting at my tongue when I tried to pull it away. I gave his hair a hard yank, pulling his head to the side so I could sink my teeth into his neck. With a howl he pitched forward, shoving his knee between my thighs to part them. I was panting and shaking, so full of lust and adrenaline I barely noted the pain when he shoved his hand roughly underneath my pajama top and gave my nipple a hard squeeze. I just bit down harder in response, raking my nails up his bare back.

The groan that escaped his lips made my head spin. I was angry that he still affected me like this. That I still needed him so much.

Smirking down at me, he pulled his hand free from under my top, before ripping it open as I glared at him. His mouth traveled down my neck before locking around my nipple, making me hiss as he bit down roughly. His hand played with the hem of my pajama shorts before slipping inside, his mouth moving to the other nipple, sucking hungrily as I rooted up against him.

I bit my lip to contain my moans, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of hearing them. His skilled fingers slipped through my folds, his mouth kissing up my neck and pressing against my ear.

"Still so fucking wet for me, Tess. So hot..." He whispered, taking my lobe into his mouth, biting gently as a groan escaped my lips.

His fingers rotated on my clit, applying just enough pressure to drive me crazy. His mouth collided with mine again, his tongue parting my lips as I groaned into the kiss, grinding my hips up and groaning in annoyance when he chuckled.

He pulled his hand free, sucking his fingers into his mouth, groaning out. "Hmm, you still taste as good as I remember..."

Moving down my body, he tugged the rest of my clothes from my body, settling down between my legs, his mouth locking on my thigh, making me yelp as he bit down hard.

My hands locked on his head, his tongue licking its way across my stomach, his breath hitting my core. I knew what he was doing. He wanted me to beg him.

"Shannon!" I warned.

"I wanna hear you say it. Say how much you want me." I shook my head, grunting in annoyance at him. "Just say it, Tess..."

"No."

"Stubborn as ever..." He stood up from the bed, undressing his boxers before pulling me from the bed, making me kneel in front of him. Looking up at him, watching him stroke his cock, I opened my mouth to take him in. "Fuck, that's it..." His hands tugged at my hair and I braced my hands on his legs to keep steady as he thrust his hips forward. His groans increased in volume as he thrust harder, making me almost choke on him. I tried to focus on breathing through my nose, his familiar taste and scent driving me insane. Reaching up to cup his balls, I could feel him twitch inside my mouth.

Just as I slid all the way down onto the carpet, Shannon’s fingers tangled in my hair, gripping tightly so that I couldn’t move while he fucked my mouth. The grunts and moans he made were so fucking sexy and I couldn’t fight it anymore. He looked down, catching a glance in between plunging himself into my mouth to see me gliding my fingers along my slick center. “Fuck!” he groaned, pulling himself from my mouth and lifting me by the arms. He pushed me so forcefully that I fell on my back onto the mattress and before I had time to react, he gripped both ankles. I knew it was coming, but wasn’t ready yet. He was so fast and strong and when I slid across the sheet toward him, he hooked his arms under my knees, pulling them apart over his legs.

He dragged the velvety tip of his hardened cock back and forth over my throbbing clit a few times. Looking down with that classic smirk of his, he watched my mouth drop open in pleasure and abruptly stopped. “I want to hear you say it, Tess.” He leaned closer, making damn sure his lips brushed mine when he spoke and ended with his tongue grazing over my top lip in a slow swipe.

I whined in frustration, raising my hips as if that would somehow help. “Hear what?” I asked angrily through my teeth.

Again, he teasingly caressed me, just enough to almost get me there before stopping. “Shannon!” I cried out, angering myself with how desperate I sounded.

“I’m listening. Come on, you got my name out. Here, I’ll help you. Repeat after me, “Shannon I missed you and I want you to fuck me.”

Grinding my teeth, he frustrated me to a level nobody else ever could. “Asshole!”

He laughed, “Awww, come on, that’s not nice. I don’t think you really mean that now do you?” He kissed my shoulder. “You know what I think? I think you’re gonna fight it, but eventually, you’re gonna give in and say it.” This time he slowly pushed two fingers into me, pumping them and biting down on my collarbone.

I slid my hand down, between us, thinking if I could just rub my clit and get off, it would relieve a little pressure. I’d still want him to fuck me, but if I could flip it on him, just once, I’d be so happy. No way was Shannon going to allow it, I should have known better. He pulled his fingers from me and gripped my wrist just as I began, pulling my hand up to his mouth and sucked first my wet fingers and then his own into his mouth. “You know better than that Tess.” He kissed my nose. “Stop being so stubborn and just say it, you know you’re going to.” He always did have midnight cravings and I’d forgotten how much I missed them.

I sighed, and let out a deep breath, fighting him to release my wrist. When he let go, I moved my hand around the back of his neck, pulling him closer. “Shannon I missed you and I want you to fuck me right now.”

His expression was priceless and I watched his mouth drop open, staring at me for a few seconds. My silly facade melted away and I couldn’t hide my true feelings anymore.

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Shadows and Monsters - flashbacks // Tessa Dunbar - Teen Wolf [4/??]

“Is it a party?”

“It’s not a party.”

“Then what’s at midnight?”

“Your bedtime.”

Tessa let out a snort of laughter at Stiles’ reply to Liam’s incessant questioning, but she kicked the back of the driver’s seat anyway. Yeah, Liam might be annoying with all his questions, but Tessa still wasn’t going to let Stiles be so condescending towards him.

“Why aren’t the girls going?” Liam asked.

“They are,” Tessa replied, pausing in thought. “I think. Lydia is, anyway.”

“They’re meeting us there, okay?” Stiles told them with a sighed. “And just stop asking questions, alright? It’s a senior thing.”

“You’ll know when you’re a senior,” Scott turned around in the front seat, sending Liam a small smile before his attention was once again captured by his phone in his hand. “Hey, are you guys having trouble with your phones?”

“My battery died like an hour ago, so I don’t know,” Tessa shrugged her shoulders and almost as soon as she’d finished speaking, the engine started to splutter and she sighed heavily.

“What the hell?” Stiles muttered, and Liam immediately pushed his face between the two front seats.

“Did you run out of gas?” he asked.

“No, it’s electrical-” Stiles stopped, jumping when he turned around and came face to face with Liam. “Can you sit back? It’s probably the alternator again. Scott, give me a hand?” he didn’t wait for his friend to reply as he climbed out of the jeep, but Scott turned his head to look at the two siblings in the back.

“Just yell if you need anything, alright?”

“We’ll be fine, Scott,” Tessa told him with a smile and he paused slightly before he followed Stiles out of the jeep.

Liam stayed quiet for a while, glancing at his sister curiously every couple of seconds until she threw her hands up in obvious exasperation and turned to him with a huff.

“What?”

“…You and Scott,” he started carefully, before he decided the best thing to do was just come right out with what he wanted to ask. “What’s going on with you guys?”

“What? Nothing. Why? What do you mean?”

Liam raised his eyebrows. “You’ve just been handing out a lot lately, since Kira left-”

“Because we’ve been helping you, and Kira didn’t leave, she’s just on vacation?”

“He’s just around a lot, that’s all,” Liam stared at her curiously. “Like at our house, whenever we go out we’re always with Scott and the others-”

“Because it’s a pack, Liam-”

“-and I can hear heartbeats, remember?” he told her and Tessa stilled, cursing herself as she felt her heart jump in her chest as she turned to her younger brother with wide eyes.

“I- I don’t know what you mean,” she told him, wringing her hands together and pursing her lips, but it only took a few seconds for her to cave. “Does my heart beat faster when Scott’s around?!” she asked in a hiss, and Liam smirked triumphantly. “Liam!”

“Not really,” he shrugged. “It’s beating like crazy now, though.”

“I hate you,” she grumbled, crossing her arms over her chest. “Stupid werewolves. Stupid super hearing. Stupid Scott.”

“Hey, you know, uh…” Liam leaned towards her, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Scott has that stupid super hearing, too. In fact he probably heard everything we just- mnph!”

Liam’s sentence was cut off and Tessa didn’t even bother replying to him as she shoved her hand in his face, pushing him away from her. He let out a shriek, swatting her hand away from him and pulling a face of disgust.

“I’m putting you up for adoption.”

“You’d miss me too much,” Liam grinned. “Besides, you wouldn’t have an excuse to hang around with Scott all the time if I wasn’t around,” he snickered and Tessa opened her mouth to tell Liam that she didn’t need an excuse to hang out with Scott, he was her friend, but she stopped and frowned when Liam jumped in his seat, his head whipping round to stare out of the back window. “Hey did you see that?” he asked.

“See what?” Tessa turned to follow his gaze, letting out a surprised squeak when she saw a bolt of lightning strike the ground behind them.

“Hey guys…? Guys!” Liam called, trying to get Stiles and Scott’s attention.

“Yeah, just, give us a second, please!” Stiles called back.

“Liam, stay in the car, okay?” Scott added in a softer tone.

“Why do they treat me like such a kid?” Liam asked in a grumble, crawling forwards and climbing into the front seat just as the jeep roared back to life. Sticking his head through the window of the driver’s side door, Liam looked at the older boys hopefully. “Can we go now?”

Tessa reached forwards, grabbing the back of his sweatshirt and pulling him back into his seat as Stiles closed the hood of the jeep and climbed back into the driver’s seat, Scott following on the other side. Stiles paused, his eyes narrowed as he glanced in the rearview mirror before turning in his seat and looking at Tessa curiously.

“Are you… blushing?”

“What? No!” Tessa replied incredulously, but she could feel her face heating up and knew that she was blushing even more than before. She avoiding Scott’s gaze as he shot her a happy smile and instead, she folded her arms over her chest and turned to stare out of the window.

She could feel Scott’s gaze burning into the side of her head, but it just made her turn around even more in her seat to face the window, until she practically had her back to Liam who she could hear snickering behind her.

She was going to kill him. The two years when she had been an only child had been the best of her life and right now, she was cursing her parents for daring to have another child when they already had the perfect daughter.

Tessa stayed in the same position until they reached Malia’s house ten minutes later, even though her back was aching from being twisted around so much and her bones creaked in protest as she stretched.

“Hey, sorry we’re late,” Stiles apologised through his open window once he’d pulled the car over and Malia had jogged over to them, her dad following close behind.

“Hey,” Malia smiled happily, leaning forwards to place a kiss on Stiles’ lips.

“Hey, I’m sorry too,” Liam pushed himself between the two front seats, and Tessa scoffed as she hit his arm and pulled him back down in his seat.

“…You boys do remember I own a gun, right?” Malia’s father asked with raised eyebrows, his tone only half-joking as Stiles winced.

“Vividly,” he nodded his head and Malia rolled her eyes, saying a quick goodbye to her father before she clambered over Stiles and into the backseat with Liam and Tessa. Shuffling herself into the middle seat, she looked between the two of them in confusion before her attention finally settled on Liam.

“Why are you here?” she asked.

“Don’t worry, we’re dropping him off on the way to school,” Tessa replied, and Liam huffed loudly before he once again started to question Scott about what was going on at the high school.

Tessa stayed quiet, watching as Malia checked her phone every couple of seconds and Stiles, who had started driving again, kept glancing in the rearview mirror.

“…Did you find out yet?” he asked, and Malia looked up.

“Find out what?” Liam asked nosily, pulling his attention away from his conversation with Scott.

“They’re gonna email me,” Malia told Stiles.

“Is this about summer school?” Liam cocked an eyebrow.

“You told him?!” Malia snapped.

“Uh…” Stiles paused, but Liam interrupted.

“Oh, no, all they said was you had to go to summer school because the principal said your test scores weren’t good enough and you might have to repeat junior year,” he replied with a shrug, and Tessa mentally face-palmed as she heard Malia growl beside her. Stiles sighed heavily, shooting Liam a glare.

“We should’ve left him chained to the tree.”

Silence quickly fell over the five friends, with Scott and Malia checking their phones every couple of seconds and Liam humming along to his music, Tessa was once again left to her own thoughts and she continued to stare out of the window.

It was a bittersweet night for her, and she was beginning to feel a little sad. Senior Scribe had been something that she and Erica had been so excited for when they had first heard about it from Isaac’s older brother, making their mark on Beacon Hills High and starting their final year of high school together. Isaac had rolled his eyes at the entire thing, but Tessa could read him like a book and she knew he had been a little excited for it, too.

But here she was, with a new group of friends and her kid brother. In a little over a year, three of her friends had died and she didn’t even really know where the other one was anymore.

Allison, Boyd, Erica, and Isaac should be with them all tonight. It made Tessa’s heart hurt that they weren’t, and it made her feel a little guilty that the one she truly missed more than anyone, the one who made her heart ache and her chest tighten with grief, was Erica.

Sure, she missed the other but Erica was… different. There had been no closure. She hadn’t had a chance to say goodbye, hadn’t even found out she was dead until months after it had happened and she hadn’t had the chance to try and save the girl she had known since she was five years old.

She felt the tear rolling down her cheek before she even realised she was crying and she subtly reached up to wipe her face with the back of her hand.

“…Tessa?”

She turned her head quickly, frowning when she realised they had come to a stop and she was alone in the jeep, Scott standing by the passenger side door as he watched her in concern.

“Why is everyone getting out?” she asked in confusion. “I thought we were just dropping Liam off?”

“Stiles needs to pee and I need to talk to Liam about something, so we just thought we’d all go,” he shrugged. “Do you want to stay here?”

“No, I’ll come with you guys,” she answered, climbing over the front seat and ignoring the hand Scott held out to her as she jumped down from the jeep, brushing down her shorts.

“…Are you alright?” he asked quietly, closing the car door as Tessa shoved her hands in her pockets.

“Yeah, just, y’know… Thinking about things. Friends and stuff,” she shrugged her shoulders and Scott shot her a sympathetic smile.

“Erica?” he asked, and Tessa nodded slowly as they followed the other into the hospital. “It’s normal, I guess. I think about Allison a lot, especially on days like today, when I know she’d be with us.”

“Six people in the jeep might be a bit of squeeze, don’t you think?”

Scott chuckled softly. “Yeah, she’d probably be with Lydia but she’d be here, you know? She’d be waiting for us at school, we’d all hang out, start senior year together, go off to college…”

“I get it,” Tessa replied. “I-I’ve been thinking about Erica a lot more lately. Isaac, too, but I guess I’ve just been wondering what Erica would make of everything that’s happened. The deadpool, Liam becoming a werewolf, everything that happened with Stiles… I can hear her sometimes, telling me things will be okay and not to let Liam get away with shit just because I feel bad for him having to deal with this werewolf stuff.”

Scott raised his eyebrows. “I can’t imagine you letting Liam get away with anything.”

Tessa snorted. “You’d be surprised.”

“I can’t find Dad,” Tess blinked a few times as Liam bounded over to them, a slightly suspicious look on his face. “Guess I’ll just have to come with you guys!” he added with a shrug.

“Uhm,” Tessa reached out to grab his arm as he went to walk past her. “Did you check the board?”

“The board?” Liam asked innocently, and Tessa pursed her lips.

“The surgery board.”

“Ooh, that board…” he nodded his head slowly. “Yep, definitely didn’t see his name on there so I think you should just take me with you and-”

“Oh, hey, guys!” Scott’s face broke out into a grin as his mother walked around the corner and stepped behind the reception desk, a smile on her face as she looked at the group of teenagers who she had opened her home to on numerous occasions. “Are you looking for your dad?” she asked, her question directed towards Liam and Tessa.

“N-”

“Yes,” Tessa interrupted her brother. “Liam’s supposed to get a ride home with him so the rest of us can go to the school.”

“I think he’s in surgery, but-”

“See! I told you! I’ll just come with you!” Liam grabbed hold of Tessa’s arm and tried to pull her back towards the exit but Scott laughed, grabbing the back of Liam’s jacket and yanking him backwards.

“We’ll go look for your dad,” Scott smiled, looking towards Tessa who had joined Malia in leaning against the reception desk. “You guys okay to hang out here for a couple minutes?” he asked, and they both nodded at him as he and Liam walked towards the elevators.

“Hey, Mrs. McCall-”

“Melissa, Tessa, I’ve told you.”

Tessa smiled. “Melissa. What’s going on here tonight?”

Melissa sighed, grabbing some patient files and pushed her hair out of her face as she glanced towards Tessa. “A trailer jack knifed on 115 and caused a major pile-up. I’m probably going to be here all night, I wouldn’t be surprised if your dad was, too.”

Tessa groaned. “Please don’t tell Liam that, I don’t want him trying to come with us again.”

“Isn’t that the only road towards the airport?” Malia frowned, and Tessa turned to look at her in confusion. “Kira.”

“Oh, yeah,” Tessa’s eyes widened. “I’m sure she’ll make it? We’ll mention it to Scott when he gets back and maybe he can-”

“Hey, Malia, if you were going away and I told you, ‘don’t worry, go have fun’, what would you think I was talking about?” Stiles interrupted Tessa and Malia looked up, blinking at Stiles a couple of times before answering him.

“Fun like bowling? Or sex with other guys?” she asked bluntly, and Stiles turning to look at Scott knowingly. Scott’s mouth had fallen open slightly and he paused for a minute as he glanced down at his phone.

“Okay, yeah,” he sighed. “Now I’m worried.”

“Well… have you… You know?” Stiles raised his eyebrows, and Scott looked at him in confusion. “Have you been having… fun?”

“…Yeah?”

Tessa rolled her eyes. “He means have you been hooking up with anyone, Scott.”

“Wha- no!” Scoot shook his head furiously as Melissa covered her mouth with her hand to stifle her laughter. “I would have told you! And besides, I’ve- I’ve been with you guys all summer!”

“Yeah, well…” Stiles trailed off, his eyes drifting to Tessa and back to Scott again as he gestured wildly, trying to get his question out without actually having to say the words. “You know?”

“Wha-” Scott’s brow furrowed as he followed his friends gaze towards Tessa, who was scowling angrily at Stiles as he cheeks flushed. Scott could hear her heartbeat accelerating and he could see her hands balling into fists at her side, and it was then he realised just exactly what Stiles was trying to ask him. “Stiles!” he cried.

“Stiles,” Melissa repeated warningly with a frown of her own and she tore her eyes away from Tessa.

“I was just- I was just checking!” Stiles held his hands up in defence. “That’s all!”

“Can we go?” Tessa asked quickly. “Lydia will be waiting for us at school,” she added, her sneakers squeaking on the tiled floor as she spun around and stomped towards the exit.

“Tessa, wait, I didn’t mean anything by it…!” Stiles followed her quickly, and Scott huffed as he said goodbye to his mother before he chased after his two friends leaving Malia to turn to Melissa in confusion.

“I don’t get it.”

Outside, Stiles was apologising profusely to a still very pissed off Tessa who had her arms crossed over her chest and a scowl on her face.

“Listen, I just meant that- I didn’t mean- I know you would never-”

“Stiles I think it would be best if you just dropped it, yeah?” Scott sighed, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Yeah,” Stiles muttered weakly. “Yeah, sure. Dropped. We- we should get going, anyway.”

“We can’t,” Malia told him, catching the end of the conversation as she caught up to them by the jeep. “Scott’s mom just told us there’s been a pile-up on 115.”

“Okay, and?”

“And,” Tessa rolled her eyes, shoving Stiles as he opened the jeep doors. “As Malia pointed out to me, that’s the only road into town from the airport. Kira’s stuck there.”

“So- so she’s not coming?” Stiles groaned.

“…No, no she’s coming,” Scott said in determination. “You guys go ahead, meet us at the school.”

“He- where are you going!?” Stiles called after his friend.

“I’m going to get Kira!” Scott called back. “Trust me. Midnight, at the school! We’ll be there!”

“It’s almost midnight.”

“I know.”

“They’re probably not going to make it.”

“They’ll be here.”

“…I might just go meet Lydia and-”

“Tessa for the love of God, they’ll be here!” Stiles snapped, and Tessa lifted her hands in surrender as she raised her eyebrows and glanced at Malia. They had been at the high school for going on forty minutes, and no one had heard from Scott or Kira yet. They were still stood outside, their fellow seniors filing into the building past them and Stiles was growing more and more agitated by the second.

“Nothing from Scott or Kira,” Malia sighed heavily.

“And nothing from Lydia either,” Stiles muttered.

“And I still don’t know if I passed,” Malia lowered her phone. “I don’t want to do this unless I’m actually a senior,” she told him, pausing and subtly sniffing the air. “What’s wrong with you? You smell terrible.”

“Yeah, it’s called anxiety. Should be a familiar scent for you by now, since it’s pretty much a constant state for me,” he muttered in response, turning back towards the school.

“They’ll be here, Stilinski,” Tessa patted his shoulder. “Scott wouldn’t miss this. And besides, you still have us, right? And Lydia.”

“It’s not the same,” Stiles ran a hand through his hair with a sigh. “It’s… He’s my best friend, y’know? I wanted to do this with my best friend. It won’t be the same without him, you don’t understa-” he stopped, wincing when he saw Tessa’s face fall. “Shit, I’m sorry, T, of course you understand. I wasn’t thinking-”

“It’s okay,” she interrupted, smiling weakly as she wrapped her arms around herself. She didn’t want to think about Erica again. She didn’t want to start crying for the second time tonight, especially not in front of Malia and definitely not when they were waiting to head inside the school.

“Why’s this thing so important to you?” Malia asked, oblivious to the change of atmosphere around her.

“It- it’s not, uh…” Stiles paused, tearing his gaze away from Tessa – he was used to her fighting back, arguing with him, at least calling him an idiot and the fact that she was doing of those things was worrying to him. “I don’t know,” he sighed. “Maybe it is. I asked my dad the other day about his high school friends. Guess how many he still talks to?” he asked, and Malia shrugged her shoulders. “None. Not a single one. You know, these were his best friends, and he just says he lost touch with them, you know. So I started thinking about things, like I always do-”

“Obsessively,” Malia interrupted.

“Yeah. And so I'm thinking, what if... What if Scott's my best friend now you know, but he's not my best friend for life?”

“Well, doesn’t that just happen sometimes?” Malia questioned.

“Yeah but only because we let it happen. You know, that’s what I’m saying. How come when we graduate we’re just expected to go our separate ways?”

“…Because we all wanna do different things,” Tessa raised an eyebrow. “We can’t all be in the same place forever, Stiles. Thing just don’t work out that way, it doesn’t make sense. We’re going to meet new people in college, preferably no werewolves – no offence, Malia – we’re going to make different friends and sometimes people just… drift apart.”

“Well… Yeah, maybe, but if I've already found the best people in my life, why aren't I not trying to stay with them, you know?” Stiles shrugged weakly.

“I thought that was the plan,” Malia told him in confusion. “The dream.”

“The vision. And don’t mock the vision,” Stiles pointed a finger at her.

“I... I like the vision!” Malia said quickly, stepping forwards and placing her hands on Stiles’ waist. Tessa looked away, crossing her arms over her chest uncomfortably as she tried not to interrupt the couple. “Especially if I'm part of it,” she added, and Stiles looked down with a small smile. “…So that’s why you wanted everyone here tonight. Because you don't want to lose all your friends after senior year.”

“And I hope they don’t want to lose me, either,” Stiles said quietly.

Malia smiled softly and leaned forwards to kiss her boyfriend. Tessa tried to make herself as invisible as possible as she ducked around a pillar to give them some privacy, but it was only a few seconds later that she heard Stiles say his girlfriend’s name questioningly.

“Someone’s coming,” Malia muttered. “Someone fast,” she added and a split second later, she had thrown someone to the ground. Tessa recognised the groan from the person lying on their back and she quickly walked over, pulling Malia away from her brother.

“It’s only Liam,” Tessa frowned. “What are you doing here? I thought Dad was taking you-”

“It’s Scott,” Liam interrupted, his breathing ragged. “Scott’s in trouble.”

Malia’s head snapped towards Stiles as Tessa helped Liam to his feet, and Stiles immediately began to question him.

“What do you mean, Scott’s in trouble?”

“I-I was waiting for my dad at the hospital and I heard Parrish and Scott’s mom and- and your dad and they were talking about this werewolf that’s after Scott and-”

“We have to find him,” Stiles interrupted. “We have to find him like, now.”

“I can hear him,” Malia gestured towards the way Liam had come from. “This way, come on!”

“Woah, hey, you’re staying here,” Liam stopped in front of Tessa as she tried to follow after Stiles and Malia.

“Wha- no, I’m going with you.”

“No, you’re staying here,” Liam frowned. “You’re human, Tessa, you won’t heal if anything happens to you and-”

“You can stand here arguing with me when we both know I’m going anyway, or you can let it go and we can go help Scott now,” Tessa rolled her eyes and Liam whined, but sighed as he nodded his head before they both took off in the direction Stiles and Malia had ran.

They skidded to a stop underneath the bridge, Tessa colliding with Stiles and causing the two of them to almost topple to the ground until Malia quickly caught them both, hauling them upright.

Tessa’s hand flew to her mouth as she took in the sight in front of her.

The creature – whatever it was, because it sure as hell didn’t look like any werewolf Tessa had ever seen before – had his claws stabbed into Scott’s gut and Scott was hunched over on her ground, clearly weak from fighting. Even Kira was on the ground, her sword beside her and a boy Tessa had never seen before, his eyes glowing yellow.

Liam went to take a step forwards, but Stiles held an arm out in front of him to stop him from going past. The last thing any of them needed was a beta with anger issues who was still learning how to control himself rushing in and joining the fight – especially when Stiles knew that beta’s very human sister would rush in after him.

“C’mon, Scott,” Stiles muttered under his breath. “Come on. You got this.”

Tessa clutched Stiles’ arm as they watched Scott slowly get to his feet, his eyes glowing red once again as he reached forwards for the creature’s arm – Tessa didn’t need super hearing to the hear the loudly crack of his bones and she winced.

“I don't know who you are or what you thought you were going to do, but I'll give you a choice,” Scott’s voice was low as he spoke and Tessa could hear the growl hidden behind it. “You can stay and I'll break something else. Or you can run.”

“I'd run,” Stiles suggested ‘helpfully’. Clutching his arm to his chest and with one last glances towards Scott, the creature took off in the opposite direction.

Scott and Kira made their way towards their friends, all of them turning their attention to the new werewolf in front of them.

“Woah,” Tessa mumbled when she caught a look of his real – his human – face, ignoring the look of disdain Liam shot her way as the werewolf smiled and took a step towards the group.

“You don’t remember me, do you?” he asked Scott. “I guess I look a little different since the fourth grade.”

That seemed to trigger something in Scott, and he raised his eyebrows in obvious surprise. “Theo?” he asked, and the boy smiled.

“…You know him?” Malia looked towards Scott.

“They used to,” he – Theo – answered. “Trust me, I never thought I’d see you guys again. Couple of months ago, I heard of an Alpha in Beacon Hills. When I found out his name was Scott McCall… Just couldn't believe it. Not just an Alpha, but a True Alpha.”

“…What do you want?” Scott asked him.

“I came back to Beacon Hills. Back home with my family. Because I want to be a part of your pack.”

Tessa could tell from the way he glanced towards Scott that Stiles did not trust this new kid one little bit. Not that that was surprising, of course. Stiles didn’t trust anyone, and she had to resist the urge to roll her eyes. Just once it would be nice for Stiles to give someone the benefit of the doubt.

“That’s nice and all, but we were in the middle of something, sooo…” Stiles trailed off, gesturing towards the school.

“Don’t be rude!” Tessa hissed, shoving him forwards slightly and feeling her cheeks flush when Theo’s eyes landed on her. “You’ll have to forgive him, he’s forgets his manners sometimes.”

“He’s right, though,” Kia frowned apologetically towards Theo. “We are in the middle of something, so we have to go-”

“Oh, no, sure,” Theo shook his head, taking a step backwards. “That’s fine. I’ll see you around school, I guess.”

As the others turned to leave, Tessa reached a hand out to stop Liam from following them. “Where are you going?”

“With you guys…?” his brow furrowed in confusion, and Tessa scoffed. “C’mon, Tessa!” he whined. “What else am I supposed to do?!”

“Wait out here.”

“B-but…! What if that guy comes back, huh?” Liam asked, pouting slightly and he fully began to sulk. Tessa paused, looking over Liam’s shoulder at the retreating werewolf and smirking towards her younger brother. “Tessa no-”

“Hey, Theo, right?” she called and he stopped, turning to look at her curiously. “I don’t suppose to could hang out here for like twenty minutes or something? Keep an eye on him and make sure he doesn’t go anywhere? He’s a little scared in case that thing comes back-”

“I am not scared-”

“-and he wants to tag along with me but he’s not a senior, so he can’t, really,” she finished with a shrug, looking towards Theo hopefully.

“Uh… Yeah, I could do that,” he nodded with a smile, and Tessa beamed when she heard Liam whine.

“Thanks, you’re a lifesaver!” she called, ruffling Liam’s hair before running after the others and catching up to them just as they were entering the school.

“We haven't seen this kid in years. You don't find that highly suspicious?” Stiles was saying as they he and Scott pushed open the doors into the school.

“You find everyone suspicious, Stiles,” Tessa sighed, and he turned to look at her. “What?”

“You were literally right behind us, where did you go?”

“I… was stopping Liam from following us?” she told him slowly. “…And I was spoke to Theo-”

“You…! Tessa! We don’t know him-”

“Scott does.”

Stiles sighed irritably and Kira’s interruption. “Scott thinks he does. That’s not enough for Tessa to go making friends with him.”

Kira grinned as she glanced towards Tessa. “I think Tessa interested in doing a little more than just making friends with him,” she giggled.

Tessa’s eyes widened. “Kira!” she squeaked. “And it doesn’t even matter anyway, I said like ten words to him Stilinski, chill out.”

“Yeah, and I'm kind of more concerned about the guy who just tried to kill me,” Scott turned to face his friend, pausing when they heard Malia’s cell phone beeping and they all turned to face her expectantly.

“I’m in,” she said, almost in disbelief as she looked up at them. “I’m passed! I’m officially a senior!”

The relief was evident in her voice and Tessa smiled as Stiles stepped forwards to wrap his arms around his girlfriend. She couldn’t deny that she had been worried Malia wouldn’t be graduating with them and that the thought had made her sad. She had been through so much, she deserved to graduate with her friends and she deserved a chance to get out of Beacon Hills.

“Thank God! Where have you guys been?”

Tessa turned around at the sound of Lydia’s voice and saw her weaving through their fellow seniors who were heading in the opposite direction. Lydia looked completely exasperated and Tessa had to bite her lip to keep herself from laughing – Lydia Martin hated tardiness.

“We got a little distracted, sorry,” Tessa shrugged.

“Well, the whole senior class is here,” Lydia pursed her lips. “Are we doing this or not?” she asked with a raised eyebrow, and Tessa walked towards Lydia to link her arm through hers.

“We are definitely doing this,” Stiles replied as he pushed his way ahead of them, pulling Malia along with him and making Lydia roll her eyes.

“Come on, you guys,” Scott laughed quietly as he followed after his best friend.

Tapping her foot on the floor, Lydia glanced over at Tessa. “So what kept you guys?”

“It doesn’t even matter,” Tessa told her with a shake of her. “Let’s go do this. This is going to be the best year ever.”

#fyeahteenwolfocs #ocappreciation #allaboutocs #endlesslistofocs #teen wolf fanfiction #tessa dunbar #fic: shadows and monsters #these flashbacks are so fun to write because it's helping me work out Tessa's character more and her relationship with theo and everyone #before I start writing the ACTUAL S6 fic #also WHAT THE FUCK THE END IS SO LAME BUT I DIDN'T KNOW HOW TO END IT NOTHING SEEMED RIGHT GOODBYE

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A/N: GUESS WHO WROTE ANOTHER THING. what do you mean you already knew it was me? smh. This takes place after Haiden’s pick of the last three. Random day, then a few days later, same day this fic written by the marvelous @aliyatyson hello, cass takes place. So like...there’s a section where that rp was supposed to go if I’d had time to make it from Aileen’s pov, still referenced it later on so it makes sense without her pov tho, so do not fret, I think. Anyhow...starts with Colleen, has other kinda important things. There’s third person pov at the end in italics. Ft. Cole, Sam, Ray (thanks for the rp cass), Uncle James, Lyra, David and Robbie. Also Biscuit.... I hope this isn’t to bad and makes sense?

“That’s not fair!” Robbie yelled as he stared at the game board in disbelief.

“Let’s not raise our voices.” Uncle James scolded from the living room.

Cole smirked in victory and I rolled my eyes with a grin of my own. “I think he played it right, Rob.”

“But—but—I was winning!”

Cole leaned on the chair’s backrest triumphantly. “It’s all in the strategy, kid.”

Robbie examined the game board once more with a frown but gave no other protest. I leaned closer to Cole and whispered, “How did you do that? Robbie never loses on this.”

He suppressed a smile. “Wendy was obsessed with this game when we were younger. I had to come up with good plays to stop her from winning all the time.”

I snorted in an attempt to contain my laughter and his grin widened, “Such a Lady, Firework.”

I shoved him and he laughed right before Lyra declared an “AHA!” from the couch in the living room.

Sam glared at her, reorganizing the papers he’d dropped when he’d been startled by her yelling. David, on the other hand, wasn’t bothered; bobbing his head to whatever song blasted through his headphones—making annotations every few seconds on a notebook—most likely working on some lyrics while Biscuit slept on one of his legs. Uncle James was just too used to it all and kept reading the newspaper without even acknowledging Lyra’s sudden outburst.

“Aileen, look at what I found!” She made her way to us with a mischievous smile and sat down next to Robbie, turning the magazine she’d been reading around to slide it across the table. I read the title out loud. “Love Quiz: Do you really know your partner?”

Cole continued reading after I raised an eyebrow at the title. “Worldwide leaders in research and couples therapy found out that one of the most important characteristics of successful relationships is the quality of the friendship between partners. Do you really know your partner? Take our quiz on the next page to find out!”

“You should take it.” Lyra cooed and I laughed.

“What do you say, Cole? Do you really know me?”

He rolled his eyes. “It’s a magazine.”

“It’ll be fun, come on.” I pushed the magazine back to Lyra. “We’ll do it.”

“Perfect.” She flipped the page. “Can you name your partner’s best friend?”

Cole groaned. “That’s not fair. You have like 5.”

“Not true. Just three and you gotta pick one.”

“Fine. I’ll go with Haiden.”

I looked down at my hands, the word "maybe" echoing in my head. “I guess if we ever get over this fight.”

“You mean when you get over this fight.” He corrected and nudged me with his elbow. “Your turn.”

I glared at him. “You don’t have a best friend. You don’t like talking to people.”

“Great response,” he smirked and looked back at Lyra. “Next question.”

Lyra tilted her head. “You seem like a talkative person here.”

“I am when I want to be.”

“He’s just never done much of an effort at the palace.” I snickered and he gave me a sideways glare.

“Next question.”

Lyra smiled and put her gaze on the magazine again. “Do you know what stresses your partner is currently facing?”

Cole and I looked at each other for a moment, having a silent conversation.

I knew he was stressed about the whole rebel fiasco. He’d been sitting with different papers for hours trying to think of something he could suggest to his uncle—King Ashton—but he still hadn’t figured out what the rebels hoped to gain by killing a royal and then stealing documents. It seemed like two completely different courses of action. To me, it made even less sense.

As for my stress, it mostly came from worrying about Haiden or not knowing how to handle being around Sam sometimes. Either it felt like the good old days or it felt like we’d missed out on everything because he left. It was harder when it was just the two of us at home. He was still working on getting his job transferred to Angeles.

We both mumbled a “yes” at the same time. Lyra continued without asking for specifications. “Can you tell me your partner’s life dreams?”

Cole answered music production for me, and I said fencing and political science for him. We were both correct.

“Who’s the family relative your partner likes the least?”

Cole looked at me. “What was your great aunt’s name again?”

Lyra replied before I could answer. “Ugh, Miss pretentious pants? None of us like her.”

Uncle James, who had gone to the kitchen for a glass of water, stopped to stand near us with a frown after Lyra’s last words. “Who are you talking about?”

I gave him an amused grin. “Great aunt Marge.”

He made a face raising the glass to his mouth. “Oh, that woman is crazy.” Biscuit barked from the living room as if he agreed with the statement.

Cole laughed. “Why do you all seem to hate her?”

“We don’t hate her. She hates us.” Robbie finally chimed in, leaving the game board alone.

I nodded, staring at Cole. “I told you she never liked that my parents got married.”

Uncle James shook his head before adjusting the military dog tags around his neck—from what he’d told us he’d only served for a year—but he always had them on for some reason. “She still thinks they shouldn’t have gotten married. No matter how good things go for Miles. She’ll never accept Tessa married a Three.”

We all nodded and Cole laughed again. “Why does she hate all of you though?”

“Cause she knows we think she’s crazy.” Robbie pointed out.

His father gave him a glance, but Robbie only shrugged. Then looking back at Cole, Uncle James added, “She knows we don’t think lower castes should be frowned upon.”

“And therefore she knows we frown upon her.” Lyra finished.

“Well, she is wrong,” Cole muttered and I patted his shoulder.

“And that’s why she gets the title of the least favorite relative.”

Lyra stared at the next question with wide eyes, trying not to laugh. “Do you think there is fire and passion in this relationship?”

I burst out laughing and Cole struggled not to do so too. David, who had finally joined us, took the magazine from Lyra’s hand to read the question himself. “What kind of magazines are you reading?”

I looked over at Cole, dramatically standing up and placing a hand over my heart. “Tell me my love; is there fire and passion in this relationship?”

He snorted. “There sure have been a lot of fire references.”

I eyed him. “Fire and passion, Cole.”

“Right.” He cleared his throat before standing up and placing a hand on my lower back, in an equally dramatic voice saying, “Yes, my love. There has never been more fire and passion in a relationship before.”

“Does it burn like the fire of a thousand suns?” I declared, staring into the distance like they did in movies.

A small chuckle escaped his lips before he composed himself, taking one of my hands and bringing it to his heart. “Yes. You can doubt that the stars are fire, doubt that the sun doth move his aides, doubt truth to be a liar, but never doubt I love.”

“Hamlet.” Lyra acknowledged with amusement and soon enough we both laughed.

David shook his head with a smirk. “Why do you make him embarrass himself in front of everyone?”

“Oh, he doesn’t mind. Do you, Cabbages?”

“What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t let you reenact dramatic scenes for the sake of it?”

Robbie made a gagging sound, “Boyfriend?” Sam perked up at the word as well, even though he was still in the living room, and I laughed at both reactions.

There was no denying we were a couple, and we were dating, but we’d never called each other boyfriend or girlfriend out loud. “So it’s official then?” I asked and he smiled.

“If you want it to be.”

Saying I had butterflies in my stomach was an understatement. I had butterflies everywhere.

Taking my trusty hairpin out of my braid I placed it on his free hand. He raised an eyebrow at it, however, grinned at me knowingly. I had told him the story behind that pin. “It would be my honor.”

He leaned down for a short kiss, but Biscuit tackled us before he had a chance, deciding we’d been standing close to each other for long enough and it was his turn.

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The house was pretty much empty except for me, Sam and Biscuit. Lyra had a sleepover and Robbie had a camping thing of sorts. David was working on some new song at the studio and Uncle James was off with him too.

It was odd, but not entirely bad after an hour. We’d just kind of minded our own business at the beginning; which wouldn’t have been bad if it hadn’t felt like we were trying to avoid each other. After that, Sam had suggested we eat dinner, and since he was still not any good at cooking, we had to settle with Ramen.

At some point, the conversation had spiked into something comfortable and we’d ended up playing Robbie’s favorite game with me winning.

“Wait…how did you do that?”

“It’s all in the strategy, kid.” I grinned, quoting Cole from a few days ago, even if Sam was older than me for years.

“Loverboy teaching you his plays?�� He mumbled with an eye roll and I laughed.

“I convinced him to teach me some, yes. They’re pretty interesting.”

He grumbled a “mhmm”, staring down at the board and I snorted. Sam hadn’t been around when I’d dated Josh, so I’d never seen how he would act around me having a boyfriend. The part of me that still mourned the years lost tried to creep its way out at that thought, but I pushed it aside and focused on massaging Biscuit’s ear. Don’t ruin the mood, Aileen.

“You really like him, don’t you?” his question took me off guard.

“Uh…yes. I do.” Clearing my throat to calm myself down I added, “He’s a good guy. Funny when he’s frustrated, patient when it’s needed, and he cares about others more than he lets on.”

“It’s pretty obvious when he’s around you.”

I blushed. “Yeah…a couple of people noticed he liked me before I did.”

Sam laughed. “Not surprised.”

I gasped. “What is that supposed to mean?”

“You’re actually not that bad at reading people, Aileen, but whenever it involves you—in any way—it’s like you suddenly become blind.” I could hear the amusement in his voice and huffed in response, crossing my arms over my chest.

That’s when Biscuit started barking. I did my best to shush him. He just ignored me and rushed to the backyard’s door, scratching on it repeatedly. I groaned, blaming David for not teaching him any manners while I was in Dominica. “Ok, I’m coming, calm down will you?”

He wagged his tail with his tongue sticking out, patiently waiting for me to open the door. Once I did he ran out and started sniffing the border of the house, occasionally whining. I frowned, and moments later Sam was standing next to me, giving Biscuit the same confused gaze.

That’s when we heard the footsteps and whispers.

“I thought Uncle James said Mr. Westfield would be out of town for the week with his family…”

“He did,” Sam clenched his jaw and we both listened again. There. I walked back inside, ready to go inspect when he grabbed my wrist. “Wait, what are you doing?”

“Don’t you wanna know what that was?”

“Yes, but I don’t think going there is the smartest choice.”

“Someone lost his sense of adventure.”

“I’m just saying—”

Not letting him finish I wiggled my hand out of his grip. “I don’t care. Are you coming or not?”

He gave me stern look. In a way, I knew I was daring him. I was daring him to say something. Anything. I was daring him to impose himself as the older, wiser brother. I wanted him to be the guy that scolded me for playing in the rain and getting a cold afterward. The guy that warned me not to look for fights with his friends because they were bigger jerks than he was. The guy that shook his head at me when I came home with a raccoon saying I wanted to adopt him—don’t ask how I caught it, okay?

But Sam only sighed and averted his gaze before saying, “Fine, let’s go.”

THINGS ENSUE. READ @aliyatyson FIC HERE TO SEE WHAT IT WAS. Next section continues after that...but I think you can still understand what is happening without entire context tho

Sophia had gone to the bathroom a few minutes after the doctors took Aliya away. I’d let her go alone considering she probably wanted some space to think. I’d heard she was in charge of the mission and could only imagine how she felt. Brownie eating chic, that apparently was named Ginny, had left to check up on her after a while.

Sam and I stared at each other as Ray paced the hallway frantically on the verge of tears. Feet away a couple of doctors whispered to one another, eyeing him, the conversation ending when one of them walked off to a security guard and made a ‘watch that guy’ gesture. That can’t be good. When we’d arrived the doctors had been reluctant to help Aliya out because of her possible caste and Ray hadn’t been precisely polite. I didn’t blame him for it, but it could be problematic.

“I’ll go talk with them,” Sam whispered to me, patting my knee reassuringly before standing up. He cocked his head at Ray before walking away. “Maybe calm him down?”

I nodded and watched him approach the doctors. Once they seemed to be in a civil conversation I stood up from my chair and walked over to Ray. He kept muttering to himself, “I hope she'll be okay. Oh god, let her be okay.”

“Hey,” I tried to place a hand over his shoulder as comfort. “She'll be fine.”

“She has to... Thank goodness for Twos having a hospital close by.” He mumbled it with relief but considering the conversation we’d had back in Mr. Westfield’s house I could tell he wasn’t a fan of higher castes.

I cleared my throat awkwardly, “Right.” Then discreetly looking around I noticed one of the nurses nearby giving us both a disapproving glare. I knew she’d heard Ray’s outrage at the doctors when we’d come in. “Um...maybe just try to be nicer to the doctors next time?”

He snapped at me, practically giving me a disgusted glare, “Why? He didn't want to help her because she didn't look like a Two!”

The nurse gave us another look. Ugh, this kid doesn’t get it. I pulled him to a different hallway and whispered between gritted teeth. “Stop yelling, will you? You think your attitude is going to help?”

He didn’t calm down. “Does anything else?”

“Yes, literally anything is better than your yelling!” I sighed. “Right now you have us, okay? Sam is already talking with the other doctors; he’ll tell them they don't need to worry about the stupid money. If Aliya's family can't pay our uncle will.”

“She can take care of herself, they-they can pay. You just never had to deal with something like this.”

I was done with his attitude. Aliya and I were in the same freaking caste for God’s sake. “Can you stop doing that? You treat us like we have perfect lives and therefore simply ignore everything else around us. Yes, I know I haven't gone through the same struggles as you, I know I have it better than others. I know. But you're being as bad as any condescending Two if you keep treating us like we just automatically don't care because we have it good.” I was born a Three as much as any Seven was born a Seven. At least I didn’t treat anyone like they were beneath me just because of a stupid number plastered on my birth certificate.

Ray looked at me like he wanted to say something, but nothing came out of his mouth. Good, I’m not done. “I know you're used to higher castes being like that, but if you apply that line of thinking to every Three and Two you meet then its prejudice. And fine, it's usually earned, but what have I shown you so far that makes you think I'm like that?” He had to realize he was just treating me differently because of a number as well.

“I- But-” he looked down at me with a frown. I could see him trying to come up with something to refute my claims, but he came out empty. “You're...you're right, I guess. It's just that almost every time I meet a higher caste, they look down on me, so the bad people outweigh the good...”

“Well...” I sighed “they do, so I don't blame you for usually thinking that way. But trust me, not everyone that donates to charity does it to look good. Some of us do it for real because we can. I've seen people I care about—from different castes—affected by this system.” I looked at where Sam was standing; now trying to convince a nurse to allow him a call on the hospital’s phone. “I've seen some of them do stupid things because of it...” Very stupid things. “And I know you think it's not fair for them to care about Aliya's caste here at the hospital of all places. Newsflash: they shouldn't care, but either you learn to work with what you have until change comes or you get kicked out.”

He averted his gaze from mine after my last sentence and mumbled, “My dad got kicked out too” but before I could ask about it, he pursed his lips and looked at me again. “But fine, I'll try, okay? Maybe there are more Two's and Three's like Ali, and” he cleared his throat “like you and your brother. T-Thank you for helping me get her here.”

I smiled and punched his arm lightly. “See, it didn't hurt that much to be nice. As for Aliya, it was no problem. We weren't the closest friends back in the Selection, but I care about her. I want her to be okay.”

“She cares for a lot of those Selected it seems, even loud and crazy Tracie, so I have no doubt she cares for you too.”

I laughed. “Ah yes, Tracie. I'm pretty sure they're best friends so you better watch out. She likes baseball bats and if you hurt Ali she won't be afraid to use one.”

“So I won't be safe now then...” he muttered, and it took me a second to understand what he meant.

The panic in his eyes as Aliya’s blood covered his hands flashed in my mind again and I wondered if that had been the look on my face when Cole had been gasping for air on the floor.

“Don't talk like that. She'll be fine. This wasn't your fault.”

“Sure...sure... Just don't let the person you love get shot, I can't recommend it.”

I clenched my jaw. “Um, I've been there actually.”

“Oh God...I'm sorry- is he or she, uh, okay?”

“Yeah...he's fine now, thankfully.” Thinking about the whole attack still send shivers down my spine, however. “He recovered quickly since nothing vital got hit, but I had to wait for a day to see him.” I stared at the floor. “I didn't know there were two types of rebels... I would have never forgiven Ali if she'd joined the northern ones.”

“You mean the Sothern’s” he corrected with a small smile.

I frowned at the ceiling. It was getting so confusing. “Uh, I don't know. Which one is which again?”

“We're Northern,” he said, pointing at himself. “Those people who killed the Queen were Southern. Sorry about that too while I'm at it, I don't know if you knew her or something.”

“No. I never had the pleasure of talking to her in person, but her loss hurts people I care about, and the Southern rebels were the ones that shot him, so...I don't think I'm a big fan.”

“Then we have something in common. They're idiots.”

“Agreed... How exactly did you Northern rebels come to be though?”

“Years organizing in secret. Finding people isn't that hard, a lot of lower castes are unhappy, so it grew fast. We have our symbol, so we recognize each other, stronger together as they say.”

I tilted my head, “Symbol?”

He lifted his index finger revealing a star tattoo. “Yep. So, I suppose I can trust you with this?”

“Of course, I wouldn't want to put any of you in danger,” I assured him, examining the star with a frown. It was the North Star, “Hmm.”

“What? Is it too covered in blood?” He asked, staring at his own finger and desperately trying to clean it.

“What? Uh, no,” I reached for his hand and lowered it. “It just...” reminds me of Uncle James’ squadron? No, it can’t be, I thought to myself, shaking my head. “I'm probably imagining things. For a second I thought it looked familiar.”

Ray thought about it for a moment. “It could, we're bigger than we look. You could have seen it anywhere.”

“I-I guess…” I was pretty sure it wasn’t random though. “Are you all composed by lower castes?”

He gave me a confused look. “I think so, but it’s not like I’m in charge of everything. Why?”

“Nothing…I just—”

Sam was in front of us before I could finish my sentence. “Aileen, we need to go.”

I raised an eyebrow at him. “What? But Ali—”

“I know, but I just talked with David and Uncle James wants us home soon.”

“Did you tell him I have a friend in the hospital?” I scoffed and he sighed.

“Yes, but it’s getting late.”

“I think I’m old enough to handle a couple of hours after curfew in an emergency.”

“Remember the doctor said you should sleep enough.”

“Uh, Doctor?” Ray asked, clearly puzzled.

I pinched the bridge of my nose with a grunt. “Southern rebels. I got a concussion. Sleep is important.”

“Oh…you should probably go home then.”

“No, I want to stay.”

If the situation had presented itself years ago Sam would have dragged me out of that hospital without giving it much thought, I was sure of it, yet despite knowing that, I would have never guessed he’d have the bravery to do it now.

“Come on, we’ll be back first thing in the morning.” He reached for my wrist and started walking off.

“But—!”

“No buts, Aileen. We’re going home.” Staring over his shoulder at Ray he added, “I’m sorry.”

Ray nodded. “I-I get it.”

I gave him a glance before we turned a corner. “She’ll be okay. We’ll come back tomorrow. Be nice and don’t do anything stupid!”

He nodded again, that time with the hint of a smile.

We walked in silence.

I was still surprised Sam had actually dragged me out of that hospital, not because it was something he wouldn't do, but because it was something he hadn’t done since he’d been back. It was one of those things he avoided, those things he didn’t feel like he had the right to do anymore as a brother, those things I'd been desperately waiting for him to do again.

“Wild night, huh?” He ventured, and I looked at him, managing a weak smile. Suddenly sleeping seemed like a good idea. “Definitely.”

“That Aliya girl…she’s an ex-Selected?”

I bobbed my head up and down. “Sophia is so too.”

“I see.”

Silence again.

“Aileen...I want to thank you.”

“For what?” I frowned.

He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “For forgiving me.”

I examined the pavement at my feet again as we walked. “We already talked about this. I forgave you a long time ago, Sam.” I’d forgiven him during the second year of absence, the moment I realized there was no point in holding a grudge. That didn’t mean it hadn’t hurt the other four years though.

“I know you did... but tonight, when Aliya asked you... you said I was your brother.”

“You’re her brother?” Ali had asked, and I’d seen the way Sam’s anger for Ray had diminished into uncertainty in a second—the way his eyes had glanced at me reluctantly—shame and sadness taking a hold of him.

I’d managed to mumble a yes, but Aliya kept on pressing, “I didn’t know you had one?”

I’d spent years telling myself I didn’t, and Sam visibly shifted further away from Ray after the statement like he’d been hit by it. He didn’t seem surprised though, just vulnerable and I hadn’t liked it. “Well…I do,” it had taken me a moment to admit it, but I knew I had to, “Sam is my brother.”

I pushed away the memory from barely an hour ago. “What about it?”

“She seemed surprised to even hear you mention the existence of a sibling; I know you stopped telling people about me. You haven’t called me brother since I came back, just Sam. Hearing you say it…it was good.”

I wasn’t sure if it was because I was tired or stressed, but after his words tears blurred my vision and I stopped walking.

“Well, you are my brother are you not?” It was a simple question, yet I could feel the tone I’d given it. The defiance. The reproach. “You are my brother are you not?” My voice broke at the question I’d screamed for years in my head.

How could you leave me?

You are my brother are you not?

How could you disappear like that without telling anyone?

“Are you not?” Tears rolled down my cheeks as I looked up at him. There was pain in his eyes as well. “Tell me, Sam! You are my brother, aren’t you? Aren’t you!” My eyes stung and my head throbbed. I just wanted to sit down and hug my knees closer to my chest. “Come on Sam, tell me!”

He pulled me into a hug before I started sobbing. “Yes. Yes, I’m your brother, Aileen. I’ve always been your brother... I-I’m sorry for not acting like one but I’m not leaving you again. I promise.”

I clenched my fists around his shirt and let myself cry. He still smelled like that stupid cologne Mom used to buy for him all the time and I buried my head deeper into his shirt as he hugged me closer to him. “I’m sorry, Aileen. I’m really sorry.” His voice was barely a whisper. “I was a jerk, you didn’t deserve this.”

It felt like I was eleven again, coming into the kitchen with excitement just to receive worried looks from everyone else, Uncle James sitting me down to try and explain the few things he even knew. “You shouldn’t have left.”

“I know.”

I didn’t say anything else and he just let me cry in his arms, his hand gently stroking my head. “I think I ruined your shirt,” I mumbled, wiping away my tears, crying finally replaced by sniffling.

He gave me a tired grin. “That’s okay. Let’s go home.”

He carried me on his back the rest of the way, and it truly felt like when we were young again. No external thoughts to ruined the moment, just the sense of familiarity. I was half asleep by the time we reached our block. “Am I not too heavy now?”

“I can still handle you, Alien.”

I smiled at the nickname. Apparently, when I’d been born, six-year-old Sam hadn’t known how to read my name and thought it said Alien. Even after Mom and Dad told him what it really said the word stuck with him, and when I grew up he always brought it up as a joke.

“I missed you, Sam.” I slurred, almost asleep.

“I missed you too, Aileen.”

I woke up with Sam nudging me, “Rise and shine.”

“Five more minutes,” I mumbled back.

He took my blanket away. “Come on, you said you wanted to be there as soon as possible. Ray called and said Aliya was out of surgery, don't you want to be there when she wakes up?”

I snapped my eyes open at the word surgery and the previous night flashed in my head. Mr. Westfield’s house, the rebels, all that blood. Aliya’s blood. And then it wasn't her, it was Cole’s. It was his pained eyes. His blood on my hand... I pushed the thoughts away. No, he’s okay now, worry about Ali.

Sam placed a hand on my shoulder with concern at my daze. “Aileen?”

I rubbed my eyes and stood up, my head pulsing. “I’m okay, it’s just the headache.”

He nodded. Morning headaches had become a thing most days after the concussion. The last week they’d been residing, but after everything that had happened the night before it felt like they were compensating for lost time. “How bad?” he asked like David normally did during breakfast.

“Maybe a seven?” I wasn’t really sure; it was just killing my temples.

He stopped rummaging for clothes in my closet to glance at me. Normally my answer was a solid four. “Take the pills and don’t even consider skipping breakfast.” It was not a suggestion.

“Ah yes. The concerned, protective brother has returned,” I mumbled with a smile.

Sam gave me a crooked grin in return. “Oh, he never left; I was just keeping him at bay. No need for that anymore though. Now I can ask Cole how serious he is about this ‘boyfriend’ thing.”

I groaned, sitting back on the bed, but I was glad to hear him say that. It meant Sam was back. Truly back. My brother was home.

“Why the sudden interest exactly?” James asked his niece as she examined his military dog tags during breakfast.

She pointed at the North Star engraved on the back of each tag before asking, “You said all your squadron had these, right?”

He tilted his head but continued to stir the sugar in his coffee without alarm. “Yeah, it was my training squadron. We named ourselves the North Star.”

Sam, who was eating on the counter with Aileen, looked at the symbol too. “Didn’t Dad have a pin with a star like that?”

Aileen nodded, eyeing her uncle warily. He watched her carefully as well. “Yes, he still does. And Mom has it on a pendant, the one made of a wax seal?”

His nephew continued chewing on his food, clearly not following the same line of conversation her niece was trying to hold. “Oh, yeah, I remember that one.”

“Well,” James took a sip from his cup calmly, trying to figure out if he was imagining his niece’s implications or not, “The North Star is a common symbol, Polaris marks the way due north and the rest of the stars wheel around it. People used it for navigation centuries ago.”

Sam listened to it all with mild interest. David was too busy not overcooking his eggs. Aileen, however, was remembering Ray’s words from the night before.

We have our symbol, so we recognize each other, stronger together as they say.

She tried a different tactic to get the information she wanted from her uncle. “You know, my friend is in the hospital because she got shot.”

Sam looked at her with wide eyes as if asking ‘what do you think you’re doing?’ but she ignored his warning glare and kept her eyes on her uncle, hoping he would understand. She needed to know. It couldn’t all be a coincidence.

Her uncle had paused, his cup halfway to his mouth. Not just anyone got shot.

David finally stopped staring at the frying pan to frown at his cousins. “Is she okay?”

Aileen dismissed his concerns; the conversation was not aimed at him after all. “Yes, she’s fine. We were in Mr. Westfield’s house.”

“What? Why were you in Mr. Westfield’s house?” David was very confused, but James’ expression had changed from interest to mild suspicion.

He’d told Angelo that house was perfect to send supplies, and like always, he’d stashed its' basement with things, expecting the young team to think it was originally from the house they were in. That was the protocol with Angelo. If her niece’s friends had been in the house that same night it could only mean one thing…

We have a symbol, Aileen kept thinking. “Oh, it’s a long story, David. Not really important. But she was with a couple of friends.” She handed her uncle his tags with a grin. “I think one of them was part of your training squadron.”

He weighed the chain in his hand, his sight never leaving her as the shadow of a smile tugged at his lips, “Really, someone from the North Star?”

“I’m pretty sure. I think I would only need confirmation from you.”

He didn’t bother hiding the knowing smirk that took over his face. “Well, it wouldn’t be a surprise if he were. I’ve always supported the North Star. It wouldn’t be that strange for them to be nearby.”

Sam and David were both giving them weird looks now, not understanding the real conversation at hand.

“Have Mom and Dad ever met your squadron?” Aileen wondered, now sure of what her uncle was. James let out a small laugh and started releasing one of the tags from his chain.

“They have,” he admitted, offering his niece a tag with pride “and I guess now you have too.”

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