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the--blackdahlia · 5 years

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This Life Chapter 13

Title: This Life Chapter 13

Summary: Dean Winchester is the Vice President of the motorcycle club The Hunters. After almost 7 years in prison, he's free. But things have changed and Dean has to figure out how to put things back together.

Warnings: Language, violence, character death

AN: Thank you to the lovely @sams-serialkiller-fetish ! The song for this chapter is You Could Be Mine by Guns n’ Roses. And I know Dagon is one of the princes of hell and not Alastair, but the Horsemen are an old fashion group and don’t let women into the club.

Arizona

“Fuck!” Ramiel called out as Abbadon dapped at his wounds with peroxide.

“Quit your whining.” She said, blowing a red curl out of her face. “The less you wiggle around, the faster I can get this done.”

“Those fuckers are dead!” Ramiel called out to the others sitting away from him. “They made me scratch up my bike.”

“Do you think there’s a new relationship brewing between those asshole hunters and that club that shot out Ramiel’s tires?” Alastair asked, taking a beer from Dagon. “Thanks love.”

“I say yes.” Asmodeus said, his feet up on the table as he polished an old pocket watch. His good luck charm. “Why the fuck else would those two be out here?”

“Looking for Sammy.” Azazel said. “And, if they’ve found him, we can find him.”

“And get back at the Hunters.” Lilith added as she rubbed Azazel’s shoulder.

“I don’t care what we do,” Ramiel sucked down the whiskey that was offered to him. “Those fucking Hunters are going to die. All of them. Starting with Dean Winchester.” That’s when the door opened and someone walked in.

“Am I late?” A voice asked.

“Gordon. So good of you to finally join us.” Asmodeus said, looking at his watch before snapping it shut.

“I had to lay low for a little bit. Things are getting a little heated over in Texas.” Gordon explained taking a seat. “I have information that little Sammy is in fact in that new club in California. I’ve heard some whispers.”

“Whispers aren’t good enough.” Azazel said. “We need proof.”

“I can get you proof.” Gordon said. “But I have this that you might be interested in.” He handed over a slightly blurry image that had been printed off at a library. Gordon had been doing some recon on the new club.

And his findings really did interest the princes.

“He’s alive.” Azazel said, passing around the image to everyone. “That bastard is still alive.”

“You know what they say. It’s hard to kill a cockroach.” Abbadon said, seeing the image of John Winchester.

“Then I guess we need to squish him properly.” Ramiel said. “Gather the other members. I think we need to head to California.”

****

California

Dean was passed out on the couch, drool drying on his cheek. Benny had made himself comfy on the floor. The two Hunters didn’t want to go back to their room for the night. They had stayed up talking with John most of the night. Andy had come home early in the morning to John, Dean, and Benny laughing. He didn’t stay to talk to them. Instead, he went upstairs to talk to Sam about the night at the bar and how Meg broke some guy’s nose.

But when Dean woke up in the morning, Sam wasn’t there. Andy was snoring away and John was in the kitchen making coffee. Dean shuffled into the kitchen, stepping over Benny and rubbing his eyes.

“Morning.” John said, pouring some coffee into a cup. “Want some?” Dean nodded. John slid him the cup he had just poured and made himself a new cup.

“When does Sam get up?” Dean asked. John looked at the clock on the stove.

“He should’ve actually already left by now.” John said. Dean choked a little on his coffee. “You okay?”

“Where’s he going?” Dean asked.

“Business.” John said. “He’s really good at this. I wish we could’ve convinced him to stay in the Hunters instead of going to college.” Dean just nodded and sipped on his coffee. “If you’re not going back to Texas right away, I thought that maybe Andy could show you guys around. Maybe you’d like to hang out at the bar.”

“I’ve always wanted to be a bartender.” Dean laughed.

“I’m taking the day off. Damn back is acting up.” John groaned. “But Andy would be happy to have you and Benny around. Especially if we’re going to make a partnership.” Dean nodded. They had talked about it the night before. Dean and Benny were going to have to go back to Texas, and they were going to have to tell the others that John was still alive. But John wanted to stay where he was with the Wayward Sons. He didn’t want to take the reins of the Hunters again.

Benny and Andy came in a little bit later as John and Dean were talking. John nodded at the two of them.

“Morning.” Benny grumbled, going to the coffee pot that still had a little bit left in it.

“Andy, I want you to take Dean and Benny with you to the bar today.” John said. “My back is acting up, so I’m staying home. But I want you to show off to them.”

“Yeah, sure.” Andy said. “I bet Ruby and Meg will love having them around.” John chuckled some.

“We gotta go back to our motel room and change.” Benny said. “I ain’t going near them girls again with the same clothes on.”

“Doesn’t matter. They still have to look at your face.” Dean joked, rinsing out his cup. “Drink up and we’ll head out. I’ve gotta take a piss.” Benny nodded as Dean left.

Fifteen minutes later, Dean and Benny headed back to their motel to clean up and change before they headed to the bar to meet Andy. A bar, Dean’s happy place. Someday he would leave the club and start his own bar. He sometimes wished that’s what John and Bobby had started instead of an auto shop.

****

John enjoyed the house to himself for a couple hours before Sam came home. He had been working a deal for John. He was learning how to be a great negotiator. John was really proud of him, even if he never said anything.

“Hey dad.” Sam said. “Things went good.”

“Fantastic.” John said.

“Where’s Dean?” Sam asked, going to the fridge looking for something to eat.

“Benny and him went to the bar with Andy.” John explained. Sam let the fridge door slam and he flopped down in the living room.

“As good as it is to see him, can he go back already?” Sam asked. John sighed.

“They’ll get bored and head back soon.” John said, looking at the magazine he grabbed off the floor. Sam nodded and let his eyes close.

That’s when the front door burst open and three guys ran in. John and Sam barely had time to react before bullets were flying. Sam cried out as a bullet hit his arm. John grabbed his gun that was laying on the coffee table and fired, hitting one of the guys. But someone came in through the backdoor and pointed his gun right at John’s head.

“Howdy Johnny boy.” Azazel laughed. “God, I didn’t think you’d be going into Heaven, but to still be here on earth? That’s mind blowing.”

“Azazel.” John growled. He didn’t lower his gun.

“Easy.” Azazel said. He motioned for one of the guys to switch places with him. Sam was on the couch, holding his bleeding arm as Azazel walked over and sat down by him. “Hey there Sammy.”

“Leave him alone.” John said. “This argument is between us.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.” Azazel hissed. “Now, why don’t you lower the gun so we can have a nice little discussion?” Azazel pointed his gun at Sam’s stomach then. One gut shot along with the arm wound and Sam would be dead. John looked between his bleeding son and the man with the gun before he clicked the safety on and lowered his.

“What do you want?” John asked.

“I want to know how you survived the fire.” Azazel said. “My informant told me how you were hiding out in California. It wasn’t that hard to find you once I knew that. You should cover your tracks better.”

“I’ll remember that.” John said. He started to get up, but Azazel clicked the hammer on his gun.

“Sit.” Azazel growled. John sat down again. “It’s rude to get up while we’re having a pleasant conversation.” John glared at him. “Now, tell me. How did you survive?”

“I got out before it caught.” John said. Azazel nodded his head.

“So that other charred body was one of my guys?” He asked. John nodded. “Well, that justifies this then.” He pointed his gun at John and shot, hitting him square in the chest. Sam screamed.

“Dad! No!” He made to get up, but Azazel quickly wrapped his arms around his neck, putting a perfect chokehold on him. Sam struggled to get away.

“Shh, shh. Relax.” Azazel said. “It’s okay. Naptime Sammy.” Sam’s struggles became weaker until he passed out, slumping against Azazel. “Shh, it’s okay.” He petted his hair, smiling some.

“Crowley.” Azazel said, getting on of his goons attention. “Go bring the van around so we can put Sam here in it. And that body.” He pointed over at the dead goon laying on the ground.

“What about him?” Crowley asked, motioning to John.

“Leave him. I don’t care what happens to him now.” Azazel said. “I got what I was after.” Crowley nodded and left to get the van. Things went quickly, even though it took three guys to load Sam in. Azazel and the others got on their bikes, ready to leave. Crowley was the last one out. He looked around at the broken in door, the blood, the chaos.

“I...I guess that’s what we do.” He mumbled to himself. He looked over at John and saw a little bit of chest movement as he sucked in shaky, shallow breaths. He knew he wasn’t going to survive unless something drastic happened. But he doubted that anyone was going to show up in the next twenty minutes or so to save him.

Crowley always carried markers and pens with him in his vest pocket. A lot of times, they would have to write something and he had seen one of the princes stab some poor kids fingers to get blood to write with. So he took to carrying writing utensils to save not only himself, but some of the others from being stabbed. He took one of those makers and wrote Horsemen in big letters on the wall. Because killing John was one thing, but kidnapping Sam was something else entirely.

Crowley ran out of the house then and headed back to Arizona, leaving John there to die.

****

It was later that afternoon when Benny and Dean returned to the house. Dean wanted to have lunch with Sam, and Benny was willing to tag along. They parked their bikes by the porch and Dean saw Sam’s sitting there.

“Good, he’s home.” Dean laughed. Benny smiled and they made their way up the porch when they noticed that the front door was wide open. Reacting, they grabbed their guns from their waistbands and made their way inside. They could smell the metallic tinge of blood. That’s when Dean’s eyes locked on the chair that held his dad’s body.

“Dad!” Dean yelled, running over to him. His head was slumped forward and his shirt was soaked in blood. “Dad!” He shook him, his head just rolling to the side. “Oh god.” He looked around and saw blood on the couch and blood on the carpet. “Sammy?!” Dean called out, but the house was silent.

“Dean.” Benny said, pointing at the wall Crowley had wrote on.

“I’m going to kill them.” Dean growled. “I’m going to kill them all.”

“We need backup on this one.” Benny said. “I’m going to make a couple calls but we will fix this.” Dean nodded and looked back at his dad. He was really dead this time. No smoke and mirrors this time.

But now, Dean was free from prison, and the Horsemen needed to be dealt with, once and for all.

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blissfulparker · 6 years

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It should be me||p.p

Parings: peter parker x reader

Warnings: angst

Summary: the reader falls into an abusive relationship and looses peter in the process of it but he watches over her and it aches him

Requested: @jugheadismyking

Song: listen here

Peter parker, a name you hadn’t heard of in about two years. Two years you’ve spent without your best friend since childhood. You never forget it in fact your heart would ache if anyone asked what happened to the two of you. It was your fault yes, you had left peter to be in your relationship that you were terrified of.

Peter of course didn’t want to let you go, Even though you left him a while back. He watched over you as Spider-Man, every time he saw you with your boyfriend who was one of the worst people he’s ever met, pained him. When he held your hand in public acting like everything was okay to when he hit your cheek and then watched the tears fall daintily off of them.

That’s what happened to peter right now, it was about 10:00pm and peter had sat on the building across of yours and listened to you and your boyfriend yell. It was a frequent event but it was terrible to watch. He couldn’t hear everything crystal clear but he could hear enough and wanted to go in and stop it.

“I don’t care who it was, do you really think I care which girl you almost had sex with? she’s not your girlfriend that’s me!” You yelled at your now sober boyfriend. He hadn’t cheated on you yet but tonight he almost did.

“And why do you care so much, huh? Admit it you’re practically useless without me in your life, because who were you before we graduated huh? You were hanging around that parker kid and his friends but you were nobody. No one cared and now people do because you’re with me.” He yelled at you causing anger to build up even more.

“Don’t talk about peter.” You let tears fall down your burning red cheeks and felt like fire.

“Why not huh? Mind as well, because don’t act like for one second you don’t think about that nerd all the time. Don’t act like I don’t know about that box in our closet that has his sweatshirt in it and a photo book of you two. He would’t dare treat you the way I would because he wouldn’t love you the way I would.” His hand was moving up your body until it clasped around your throat.

“He would love me way better than you ever would.” You kicked him as he let go and you locked yourself in the shared bedroom of the two of you.

You went to the box that had the photos of you and peter when you were both in highschool. Your fingers grazed over a one that held a special place in your heart, the one of you and peter at the stark tower when he got the internship. That day you never saw peter happier in his life. In the photo you were on his back and you both made a silly face as aunt may took the photo.

The other photo that you loved dearly was the one of you, peter, Ned, and Mitchell in Central Park recreating the breakfast club poster thinking it was the funniest things ever. You could practically hear everyone laughing from that day because of how much fun you all had.

Your thoughts were suddenly interrupted by loud banging on the door, “open the door (y/n).” The loud voice shouted as you snapped your head to the door. “I swear to fuck if you don’t open the door I will break it down and pull you out of there to talk myself.”

You panicked and shoved the two photos and the small photo book Inside your jacket pocket shoving the rest of the box back into the hidden spot in the closet. You took your phone off the bedside table and grabbed your purse from the hook next to the door with the lock almost broken. You opened the window to get out though the fire ascape.

Peter saw you climbing down the escape right as he was going to go home and let himself cry for the night about you. He immediately went down to the ground and saw you quickly walk down the street looking back almost every second to see if your boyfriend was following you.

“Hey!” He shouted causing you to turn around. You’ve talked to the Spider-Man twice before but nothing more than that.

You turned quickly as your heart softened as you realized it was just him. “Spidey!” You came up to him and threw your body onto him as he just let you hug him and cry into the spandex suit.

“Did he hurt you? are you okay?” He questioned you while he played with your hair trying to calm you.

“I don’t wanna go back.” You told him as he let you burrow yourself Into his chest.

“I know I know.” He told you as his heart hurt so badly wanting you to be his instead of the man that had the audacity to lay a hand on you.

You walked down the street until you found a small spot in the park to sit and calm yourself down. He had kept his hand on your shoulder rubbing it and squeezing it when you needed it. You had turned off your phone location and put it on ‘do not disturb mode’ to prevent your boyfriend from calling you.

“What’s in your pocket?” He suggested to the photo that stuck out.

You pulled it out letting a smile soften onto your face. “It’s a picture of me and an old friend.” You pulled the one of you and peter at the tower. “We use to be best friends.” You told the masked man.

“What happened?” Peter knew what happened he knew it like a math equation he studied for months and then wrote it over and over again.

“He happened.” You rubbed your thumb over the picture. “I made a huge mistake, one of the biggest mistakes I’ve ever made. If he was still here my life would be...my life would be perfect.” You let a tear fall onto the photograph. “Ya know, I remember this day so perfectly because I was so happy for him but I was worried my peter was going to be taken away from me.” You sighed then continued, “I mean he got this internship tony stark gave him but that meant more work and less time with my peter.”

“I bet he misses you too.” He told you his voice getting sad as you jerked your head up watching his fall.

“How do you know I miss him?” You asked not saying how you missed him even though you very much did.

“Well, I mean, I’d assume because you carry the photo around you miss him.” He told you rubbing his neck. He had a point, you did miss him way more than you should’ve.

“Well, I do miss him. Every single day I miss him and wish for a chance to tell him how much I love him and how sorry I am.” You sighed once again, “I mean the only reason I’m dating this douche is because I was madly in love with him, but he was in love with this highschool senior named Liz. I mean who could blame him she was perfect but knowing he liked her so much meant he couldn’t love me the way I love him.”

“What if he loved you back and you didn’t know?” He asked you.

“I doubt it.” You told him letting your eyes wander back to the picture, “he’s too good for me as cliche as that sounds. He deserves the world that I cannot give to him, sadly.” You told him.

“But That prick your with now doesn’t deserve you (y/n), he doesn’t deserve you at all I mean what kind of asshole treats one of the most beautiful princesses to roam the earth like a piece of shit who he’s ran over multiple times. I’ve seen you work your ass off to do certain things and you build up this perfect life that you’ve dreamed of only to be stopped by him isn’t fair at all. Peters not too good for you if anything he wants you more than ever.” Peter realized that what he said wasn’t what Spider-Man was supposed to say that’s what peter was supposed to say. He didn’t mean to crack but he did.

“Take off your mask.” You told him as your heart sank as for you thought it was.

“This was a mistake, I’m so sorry. Ned told me I shouldve stopped and not cared because you didn’t care but I thought I could save it but I was wrong this was a horrible mistake. I’ll leave.” He shot a web to the tree to try and leave you. And you watched him do so, you watched him shoot up and swing away.

“Wait! Spider-Man Wait! Peter!” You screamed out as you watched him get away.

You approached aunt May’s house, a house you remember so vividly from when you were younger. It was 1am but with the state you were in she’d either love you or hate you. You placed a soft knock on the door scared that you were going to regret this decision you were about to make.

“(Y/n)?” May looked sleepy and you felt horrible for waking her up.

“Aunt may?” You chocked out feeling tears back up in your eyes. “I’m so sorry.” You cried.

She pulled you into a hug giving you a kiss on your cheeks and forehead a common thing she’d do to embarrass you and peter but this was the one thing you need right now.

“Sweetheart, whats the matter?” She pulled you off. “God I haven’t seen you in ages come in.” She pulled you inside.

“I’m really sorry but this was the only place I could think of coming, I really need to see peter. Is he here?” You asked as she sat you down at the dining table walking over to the kitchen to grab you a cup and make you tea.

“Oh, sweetie. He moved out about two months ago, his stark internship is now a full time job. He lives in the tower, isn’t that amazing?” She gave you sorrow then joy in the same sentence.

“It really is. Is there any possible way I could see him?” You asked in dire need.

“Of course, you could always go down and then call up for him. But I have to tell you that he’s still broken over you, darling he loved you.” She told you as she handed the cup over.

Your fingers gazed the rim before saying, “I loved him too.” You had to see peter after the night encounter you had with Spider-Man in which you knew the Spider-Man was peter, once your peter parker.

After your night with may you sadly walked the streets of a bright and sunny Queens morning. You watched everyone go their own places and do their own thing. You turned into an ally way that you knew was safe and took all the time as a short cut to your house.

“Listen, I’m sorry.” The voice sacred you causing you to jump and look up to see Spider-Man on the side on the building.

“Sorry for what?” You asked.

“Last night, I over reacted just a tad.” He told you jumping down to come face to face with you. He pushed your hair back out of your face and touched your cheek. He felt everything in that moment.

“I want to take it off.” You told him reaching for the start of the mask as he pushed your hands down dening you from doing so. “Let me take it off, peter.” He didn’t stop you this time.

You pulled the mask slowly over his head revealing your once beloved peter Parker. His hair was ruffled and his eyes glossed with tears. He still looked the same even after two years. Two years of cutting him off and he still looked the same.

“I’m sorry, peaches.” The tears fell from his eyes as he used the common nickname from when you were younger. Your eyes had tears too, after all this time you thought peter was gone he was right in front of you.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done it but I did, I had to. He was horrible and I hate myself every night for not stopping it every time he hit you and every time he made you cry. I wish that you choose me I wanted you to choose me so badly. I deserve you and I love you so much. (Y/n), I never stopped loving you.” He told you as his face was red from crying.

You didn’t say anything but you fell into his arms and cried. His chin rested on your head and his tears fell into your hair that still smelt the same from when you were in highschool. “I hate myself for this.” You told him as let go.

“No you don’t.” He told you. “You don’t hate yourself because your with him, you hate yourself because you left all your friends who cared and supported you though everything, but this isn’t you, you stop and care for everyone you see and want to help the world in every way you possibly can and I’m not giving up on you.”

“Can we start over?” You asked as you let your hand gaze peters cheek.

“I’m always willing to start over.” He smiled at you and then pulled you back into his grasp.

“So is this the stark internship?” You laughed and he did too slightly.

“Yeah,” he choked out. “Yeah it is. We obviously have a lot to catch up on.” He put his mask back on and walked with you through the ally.

“I want to hear it all.” And that was it. You knew you were going to be happy again, it may take awhile but you were going to be happy finally for the first time since you’ve left peter. You could finally be happy again.

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