#and without her i don't know if john would've been put in his place properly

[m-archived]

hi big fan....quick question.....do you think maybe millie was the one to move on first? because she's a Baddie and also that scene where she leaves church because "thats not my god" seemed like she has her head screwed on straight about who she is and what she wants. maybe she wanted more and he could'nt give that to her?

ignore this if its off, i just enjoyed reading your meta!

yes!!!!! i'm sorry for the ugly mobile post but yes!! millie Absolutely moved on first imo, especially because even at the end of the show — when everything is coming to a close and john realizes he's in the wrong — she still holds firm to the notion that they were in love, yes, but ultimately an ill-timed affair that never would've worked for either of them. even despite john's misguided beliefs otherwise (aka the i would've taken this collar off dialogue). i think it was less of her wanting more/him not giving that, but kind of the opposite: john wanted to be with her and was willing to give up everything to be a family, millie on the other hand knew that doing such a thing would ruin both of them (priest breaking his vows/wife cheating on her husband/etc). so i think she moved on, but john clung to the idea of what they could've been.

[bi-bard]

Bonding - Mary Winchester Imagine (Supernatural)

Title: Bonding

Pairing: Mary Winchester X Platonic!Reader, Sam & Dean Winchester X Child!Reader (18)

Requested: nope

Word Count: 1,514 words

Warning(s): canonical violence, demon

Summary: (Early Season 12) Mary wants to bond with the person that she considers her adoptive grandchild. (Y/n) is happy to go along for a hunt.

Author's Note: Okay, personally, I loved Mary in early season 12 and I liked her after the BMOL plot was over (season 13 was successful redemption for me).

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I was tiredly walking to the kitchen, hand rubbing at the scar on my shoulder. It was still new to me, so I was aware of it every time I moved.

I made it to the kitchen to see Mary pouring a cup of coffee. It was still a little jarring to see her around the bunker after seeing pictures of her for so many years. I could only imagine what Sam and Dean thought about whenever they saw here.

"Morning," she said when she saw me walk in. "Coffee?"

"Sure," I nodded. I walked to the fridge and grabbed the creamer out of the door. I thanked Mary as I grabbed the mug. "Dean always makes fun of how much creamer I use."

"You don't drink coffee for the coffee part, do you?"

"God no," I chuckled as I put away the creamer. "I want the benefits without the flavor."

Mary just nodded, "Fair enough."

We both sat down at the table in silence. I was just focusing on the cup instead of making conversation.

"So," I looked up when Mary spoke. "How long have you been hunting?"

"Oh, umm, I started properly hunting when I was about 13," I explained. "I had started training before then."

"They made you train?"

"No, Dean and Sam hated the idea at first," I chuckled. "I had to beg them to let me train. I worked with Bobby. He watched me when the boys were out hunting."

She nodded, "Well, I think I found something a few hours away. Wanna join me?"

"You don't wanna take the boys," I asked.

"It's not that I don't want to," she explained. "But it looks like a pretty basic hunt, and I think it'd be a good opportunity for us to... bond."

"Bond," I replied.

She nodded, "You're... Well... You're kind of like my grandkid, so it would be stupid of me to not try to be close with you."

I smiled, "Okay. Let me finish my coffee and I'll go grab my bag."

"Alright," she smiled back.

About an hour later, we loaded up in the car that Mary had started using pretty soon after moving into the bunker.

"How far out is the hunt," I asked as she started driving.

"Map said about two hours outside of town," she replied. "I didn't want to leave us completely stranded."

I nodded before looking out the window.

"So, how did you end up with the boys," she asked after a few minutes of silence.

"Well," I said. "My dad was a hunter that had worked with Dean and John. He had stopped hunting after my mom got pregnant. When I was about ten, there was a shifter case in my hometown. Somehow, it found out about my dad and decided to take the form of my mom to get to him. Sam and Dean saved me but couldn't get to my dad or my mom. They had promised to take care of me, so... they did."

"Did you get to meet John?"

I let out a sigh, biting back my true answer, "No, I didn't. He passed before I got the chance."

Not that I would've wanted to, I thought. I would never say that to her face. It was her dead husband, not my place to speak badly about him.

"Did... Did they ever find your mom," she asked.

"When I became aware of what happened, I tried looking," I shrugged. "I never found a case of a body being found buried alive."

"I'm so sorry."

"It was a long time ago."

"You still deserve that closure," she insisted.

"Searching for closure is a waste of time," I replied. "God doesn't really care enough to explain his choices. No point finding an explanation that doesn't exist."

She nodded.

"You grew up hunting, right," I asked.

"Yeah," she said. "How'd you know that?"

"Dean told me about it," I replied, ignoring the whole Samuel Campbell incident. "Mostly because I begged him to."

She smiled at me. I smiled back.

"I did try to retire," she explained. "When I met John, I wanted to leave all of that behind. I thought it had worked... for the most part. Obviously, God had other plans."

The rest of the drive was pretty quiet. We made a bit of small talk, but it was mostly about the case. Sounded like an average demon case. It was weird. We hadn't had a straightforward demon hunt in a while.

We spent most of the first day questioning people. It was more of a way to confirm what was happening. Reports of sulfur and blackouts. It was a demon case.

The most difficult part was tracking the damn thing down.

Its path seemed completely random.

"None of the victims even have reports of weird luck," Mary said as we stared at the news reports.

"Maybe we're looking at the wrong thing," I replied. "We're looking for money, relationships between two people that wouldn't normally end up together, the things that stick out. What if it's not the obvious?"

"What do you mean," she asked.

"Are all of the victims married," I looked through the reports.

"Yeah," she nodded.

"What if they weren't happy marriages," I suggested. "Look at how the reports talk about them. 'Lucky, childhood sweethearts, true love that only grew with marriage.'"

"They made a deal to save their marriage," she muttered. "A bit of a stretch."

"We'll only know if we can find out if they were all in marriage counseling," I pointed at her before grabbing my notebook. "I have notes about four of the five being in counseling."

"Did we get a name?"

"I don't have one," I shook my head. "But I doubt a town this small has a thriving market."

I was right.

There was only one counselor in town. She hadn't started taking clients until about a decade ago... the average time for a demon deal.

We made it to the woman's office late. We knew she would most likely still be here, but the chances of their being more patients were rare.

"Okay," Mary tucked the knife into the inner pocket of her jacket. "I'm going in alone."

"What, why," I asked.

"Distressed wife role," she shrugged. "Go around the back and see if you can find a way in."

"Are you sure about this," I asked.

"It's going to be fine," she promised. "Let's get this done."

I nodded and went to circle the building.

I managed to find an unlocked back door. I was immediately suspicious of how easy it was to get into the building.

I held onto my knife tightly as I walked in.

I had maybe gotten a few feet from the door before I was thrown backward into a wall. I groaned at the impact before opening my eyes to look at the demon that was holding me there.

"Hello," she greeted. "Winchester's kid, right?"

"Happy to meet you," I said sarcastically.

"Oh, I'm sure," she replied. "I've heard all about you and your... dads? Do you call them that?"

I ignored her.

"I do hope you know that I am not scared of you."

"If you aren't scared, then let me down. Make this a fair fight."

"But where's the fun in that," she rolled her eyes. "I'd much rather get to tell your dads that I ensured you had a slow death."

"You'd die before uttering a word," I forced a chuckle.

"Yeah, yeah," she waved my comment off before starting to close her hand.

I tried to take a breath, but it wasn't possible. I had been moving toward the verge of unconsciousness when I saw the demon's skin glow as it was stabbed.

I hit the ground hard, shoulder taking the brunt of the impact.

"Are you okay," Mary ran over and crouched in front of me. I nodded. "Are you sure?"

I pushed myself off the floor and hugged her, "I'm fine."

She slowly hugged me back, "Good, the boys would've killed me if you weren't."

I chuckled and moved back.

I stood up and helped Mary stand again, "What are we gonna do with her?"

"Umm... we'll figure it out."

We looked at each other, sharing a shrug.

--time skip--

I let out a yell when I was yanked into a hug.

Mary and I had just made it back to the bunker. We had only been gone a number of days, but I knew the boys weren't ecstatic about it.

"Are you okay," I heard Dean ask.

I nodded, "Yeah, yeah. I'm fine, Dean."

Sam was standing off to the side. As Dean went to talk to his mom, I ran over to Sam. I hugged him tightly. He chuckled as he hugged me back.

"How was your first hunt back," he asked.

"Good, good," I nodded. "Same amount of chaos as I'm used to."

Sam grinned, "Good. I'm glad that you and Mary are getting to know each other."

I looked back over my shoulder at Mary and smiled, "Yeah, so am I."

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Hospital Nights- JJ Maybank

(Not my gif!)

Request: 

"Can you do a prompt for JJ, where the store that he works at gets robbed and the robber shoots him and all the characters have to cope with the fact that JJ might die. I understand if you don't want to xx💕

Word count: 3,305

Warnings: blood, hospitals, shootings, guns, hospitals, cursing, sadness

I cried writing this one too😭

It was like any other day for JJ Maybank, he worked at a local retail store. He told you he wanted to pick up as many shifts as he could so he could spoil you. You told him that he didn't need to shower you with things; just being with him made you happy enough. You kissed JJ and told him to have a good day before he left for work. Little did you guys know that everything was about to change. 

It was a relaxing Tuesday morning, the store had a few customers in it. JJ and his coworker Amy stood behind the register as a man in a black sweatshirt and jeans walked in. "Good morning!" His coworker greeted the man who acknowledged them with a nod.

The man strolled down the isles slowly, one hand in his pocket and one hand picking up random object's. He picked up a bag of chips and soda before walking up to the counter and placing it down. JJ was about to check him out before he pulled out a loaded pistol.

JJ's eyes widened in fear, "give me everything you have in both registers." The man demanded, customers that were near immediately ran out of the store and out to safety. 

JJ held both hands up in surrender as the man made his way around the counter, his gun trained straight on Amy. "Okay, okay. I'm getting the money now." JJ said as he opened one of the registers. 

"Man hurry up!" The robber yelled as he suddenly began to fidget in his stance. JJ pulled out the cash and wrapped a rubber band around it. He made his way to the other register and opened it. 

Instead of reaching for the money inside, he reached below the counter and grabbed a metal pipe that was stored there in case something like this were to happen. In what felt like a millisecond, JJ knocked the guy on the side of the head with the pipe. 

"Amy, go!" JJ yelled as she jumped over the counter and out of the store, running around the building to see a couple cowering. "We called the police as soon as we left!" The woman said in tears, still terrified. Amy couldn't catch her breath, she was mortified of what would happen;  from a distance, sirens could be heard. 

The robber groaned in pain as JJ tackled him to the ground, the gun flying across the floor. The two fought, JJ on top of the man, throwing punches at his face. The robber headbutted him, knocking him off as he scrambled for the gun.

Before JJ could process it, a loud shot filled the air and there was a sharp pain in his lower chest. Everything went in slow motion as another shot rang out, this time the bullet going into him under his peck.

JJ fell to the floor as he cried out in pain, curling up in a ball as his clothes began to soak in his own blood. The robber stared wide eyed at what he had done, but simply grabbed the money and ran out of the store, only to be stopped with a baton to the knee by the cops. Amy heard the gunshots go off, her heart dropping when she saw the robber only had bruises.

She ran in and saw JJ lying helplessly on the floor, clutching his wounds, his sobs filled her ears as she fell to her knees, her hands keeping pressure on his wounds. "Hey hey hey you're gonna be okay. Help! Somebody fucking help him!" Amy screamed out as medics ran into the room with a stretcher. 

The medics carefully picked the injured boy off of the ground and placed him onto the stretcher. Amy looked down at her hands, her head feeling dizzy when she saw the blood covering every inch of them. 

"Y/N." JJ mumbled as he was lifted into the ambulance. "She'll be right there when you wake up Maybank!" Amy screamed out to him as she cried. Police officers came up to the girl and had to ask her questions about the events that had happened. She couldn't properly form sentences, her mouth had gotten dry and she felt as if she was going to be nauseous.

"I have to get his girlfriend down to the hospital. Please." Was the only words she could get out. The officers nodded as they finished their notes. "You can borrow his phone to make the call. You okay to drive?"

Amy blankly nodded as she was given the phone, her fingers dialing your number. It rang for a few seconds before you picked up. 

"Hello?" 

"Y/N you need to get down to the hospital right now." Amy rasped as she anxiously tapped her foot. "Why? What happened? Are you okay?"

"JJ got shot." Was all Amy could say. You stopped breathing for a second as you felt like everything stopped. Your face got pale, your brother noticed as he gathered around you. "What-what?" You asked, your voice hoarse and your eyes stinging with tears. 

"We got robbed and he got shot twice in the chest. Please just meet me there." You hung up the phone and let out a few shaky breaths before releasing the tears. You grabbed your keys and left your brother in the house without another word.

You sped down the empty roads, your foot pressed hard on the gas pedal and never eased up. You didn't want to believe it, you didn't want it to be real. Letting out loud cries, you pulled into the parking lot. You ran into the hospital, frantically looking for Amy. 

You found the blonde sitting in a chair by herself in the corner. She stood up and ran up to you, embracing you in a tight hug. "What the fuck happened, where is he? How bad is it? Are you okay?" Your mouth spewed out all these questions before Amy could process a single one. Amy was still struck with fear as she took a deep breath.

"He's in surgery now. A guy came in to rob us and JJ hit him with a metal pipe and he told me to leave. And I did. Y/N, I left him. If I didn't leave him maybe he wouldn't have been shot, maybe I would've-" Amy suddenly began rambling, thinking that this was her fault. 

You held her shoulders tightly, "Amy, this was not your fault, okay? You did what you had to do, it's your natural reaction to leave when something like this happens. It is not your fault." You reassured her as more tears streamed down her face.

You and Amy held each other as they cried into each other's shoulders. You sniffed as you pulled back, "I gotta call our family." Amy nodded and got back to her seat in the corner.

You left the hospital and stood outside, trying to see if the fresh air would help you catch your breath. Your hands shook as you carefully dialed John B's number, knowing the Pogues were at his house. It rang for a bit before John B picked up, "Pogue residence." 

"Hey, could you put me on speaker?" You asked.

"Y/N! Where are you? Are you with JJ? You guys were supposed to be here an hour ago." JB questioned as his friends gathered around him and his phone.

"I'm at the hospital. JJ got shot." Your heart twisted as you spoke those words. The line went silent for a few seconds. "Guys?"

"We're heading over now." And with that, he hung up. 

You sat in your seat anxiously next to Amy as you waited for the group of Pogues  to come. Your emotions were everywhere, your eyes were puffy, nose a bright shade of red, lips chapped. You had lost your appetite, energy, and your happiness.

Pope, Kie, and John B ran in and saw the two girls, traumatized. They slowly walked up to them, "how bad is it?" Pope asked, his lip quivering.

"He's in surgery now." Amy said as you stared blankly at the floor. You wanted to speak, but you couldn't find the right words to say. Nobody knew what to say. They all just sat there in silence, but all supporting each other with hugs and hand holding.

_____2 hours later_____

A doctor with a clipboard and papers walked out into the waiting room. "JJ Maybank?" She called out as the group of teens collectively stood up. She raised her eyebrows, "who's the main one?"

Everyone turned their eyes to you. You stepped forward, feeling sick once again. "The surgery was completed and they successfully removed both bullets. He is resting now, however he is unconscious due to the fact that the one of the bullets was close to a major artery and he lost quite a bit of blood. You can see him whenever you'd like, we just ask one at a time." The doctor spoke, you took in her words feeling blessed knowing that it was a success.

You let the others see him first, only to be able to see him last before you had to go home. You wanted to stay the rest of the day with him until the hospital didn't allow visitors anymore. You sat in the uncomfortable chair as you picked at your nails. Your mind had a million thoughts running around and you couldn't process any of them.

After what seemed like a lifetime, it was finally your turn to see him. Kie walked up to you and quickly threw her arms around you, allowing you to cry into each other's necks. Pope and John B joined you guys, all being there to support each other. "Will you be okay if we head back to the chateau?" Kie asked, breaking the group hug. You nodded your head and wiped the tears on the back of your hand. John B gave you a quick peck on the forehead, "you can come over whenever you need, we'll be right there for you."

You nodded your head and gave Pope a hug before you watched your loved ones walk out the door. You turned around and began to make way to his room. Your legs suddenly felt as if they would crumble from underneath you.

You stood in front of the door, hand on the door knob shaking as you heard the sound of the beeping monitor. You took a deep breath before slowly opening the door. You covered your mouth with your hand as more tears flooded your eyes at the sight of JJ.

He had bruises on his face, his lower lip inflamed along with his left eye. He had a tube up his nose and in his mouth to help with his breathing. He was patched up, spots of his blood stood out from the white gauze wrapped around the wounds.

You sat in the chair next to him, your mouth gaping as you took in the sight of him. You slowly reached across the bed and lightly held onto his hand, afraid to hurt him anymore. "Oh God." You sobbed out as you saw how pale his skin was.

You pressed a delicate kiss to his hand, holding it to your lips for a few seconds before taking it away, still holding it. Scooting the chair towards the bed, you rubbed your thumb across his knuckles. Your fingers softly ran through his hair. "I love you so much. God, I never thought this would happen. You know, even after fighting off Kooks and going on a treasure hunt." You spoke as you sniffled, struggling to breathe. "The amount of times you have saved my dumbass. I wish I was there to save yours." You mumbled. 

You sat there for hours, afraid to leave his side. At times you would get a call or text from your friends, checking in on you and asking for updates. You rested your head on the side of the bed, eyes fluttering shut. You had gotten an hour worth of rest before you were woken up by the sound of the monitor. Looking up to see that there was a flat line. You choked on air as you swung the door open and screamed out, "I need a doctor in here now!" 

You muffled your cries with your hands as doctors and nurses ran into the room. One nurse had to pull you out as you begged them to let you stay. "Hun. You need to go home and get some sleep. We'll call you tomorrow as soon as we allow visitors." The nurse calmly spoke as your knees buckled beneath you.

You fell to the ground as the nurse held you in her arms. "Please save him." You begged as you remained on the cold white floor; the nurse couldn't make promises she couldn't keep.

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You drove yourself to John B's, your ears ringing as your chest hurt from heaving so hard. Your eyes were sore from crying and your voice was raspy. 

You walked through the front door to see Kie and Pope fast asleep on the couch, you could only assume John B was asleep in his bed. You snuck out through the backdoor and made way to the hammocks. Your fingers skimmed the fabric before you sat down, shimmying into the pillows. Turning your head, you pictured JJ next to you with his arm around your shoulder. 

Blinking, his image disappeared before your eyes; only causing your heart to ache more. You sat in silence, listening to the crickets as they chirped in the distance. Too focused on the sounds, you nearly fell to the floor as John B appeared to your side. You clasped your hand over your heart as he let out an apologetic laugh.

He took the spot next to you as you both stared at the moonlight reflecting off the waters. "He's gonna be okay, he's a strong motherfucker." He reassured you, rubbing a reassuring hand on your shoulder. You exhaled as the picture of him in that hospital bed reappeared in your head. "I love him, John B I can't lose him." You stated, voice just above a whisper. 

"He loves you too. You know, recently he brought up the thought of marrying you." Your head snapped towards your friend with your eyes wide. "What?" He realized what he said when it was too late, "ah shit I didn't mean to actually say that." You shook your head, "no, no it's okay. What did he say about it?"

He turned to face you, tucking his legs criss crossed underneath him. "He said he loves waking up in bed with you by his side, it helps him smile everyday and helps get him out of bed. He's thought about if you two would have kids, you guys would make little bedtime stories of the Pogues adventures together, but you know, kid friendly. How he can't wait for you to have his last name, there was one time I caught him mumbling Y/N Maybank in his sleep." Your cheeks turned a bright pink as John B told you everything, only realizing how much you're in love with this boy.

"You mean the world to him Y/n, before he met you he used to just sleep around, smoke way more, sometimes drank till he passed out. But since he met you he's changed in the best way possible. Hell, he even started wearing his seatbelt when he drove." Wiping your tears on the back of your hand you grinned to yourself. "I'm so unbelievably in love with him." John B flashed you a bright smile, glad two of his best friends found love within each other.

"You know he would want you to get some sleep, right?" You exhaled and stepped out of the hammock. "I hate when you're right." You muttered before offering a hand out to him. He stood up and walked back into his house, tiptoeing around Pope and Kie. You two stood in front of JJ's room, he wrapped his arms around you, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. "Goodnight Y/N." He whispered. "Goodnight John B."

You entered his room and shut the door, taking in the smell of his cologne that drifted through the air. You sat at the desk placed in the corner of his room, staring at the photos of you two that scattered his wall. You picked up a wallet sized picture of JJ kissing your cheek on your third date with him. Your whole body felt so drained it felt difficult to even breathe. You traced the shapes of the photo with your finger, "please be alive." 

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5 days later

Everyone had visited JJ in the hospital except his own father. Hell, even Kie and Pope's family visited him. You were contemplating going to his dad and screaming at him, but Pope had to physically hold you back from doing that. You brought a new bouquet of flowers everyday, giving the old ones to  the nurses and doctors that worked there. 

You sat on the left side of the bed, holding his hand with your eyes fluttering shut every now and then due to your lack of sleep. You wanted to scream, you wanted to cry, but you were numb and felt like a drained battery.

Your head snapped up when you suddenly felt JJ's hand squeeze yours. You gasped as you nearly jumped from your chair. "Baby?" You asked softly. Slowly, his eyes fluttered open as he took a deep inhale of air. Your senses awakened as you let out a sigh of relief, a large grin displayed on your face. 

"Y/N?" His mumbled, his voice scratchy. You found the control next to his bed and found the button for a doctor to come to the room immediately. You pressed a kiss to his hand as he held onto yours. "Hey baby. Hey, I'm right here, it's okay." You soothed him as you smiled at your boyfriend. 

Doctors rushed in, pushing you out of the room saying they needed to check his vitals and see how stable he was. You sat outside the door against the wall, knees pulled up to your chest with your arms resting on your knees. You tilted your head up and closed your eyes, feeling beyond lucky that he was responsive. 

After about twenty minutes, the doctor left the room to speak with you. "He's very lucky, 1 more inch and that bullet would've hit a major artery. We want him to stay here just for a couple days to make sure he's healing properly. After that he's free to go home whenever." You nodded your head and thanked him as he walked away. 

You entered back into his room, standing next to the bed. "Come here, princess." He mumbled as you bent down towards him, gently holding the non injured side of his face. He kissed you passionately, fingers intertwined in your hair. He carefully scooted over and patted the empty side of the bed for you.

You hesitantly got in next to him, being careful to avoid his wounds. You rested your head on his shoulder as he kissed your forehead. "I've missed you, so fucking much." You muttered as you finally felt at peace being by his side again. "You can't get rid of me that easily Y/L/N," He joked as he pressed his lips to your hand, "You're stuck with me forever." He continued.

You remembered the conversation you had with John B a few nights before. "Sounds perfect to me." He gave you that heart stopping grin of his before planting another kiss on your lip.