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cutie1365 · 5 years ago

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Winchester Part 4/4

Winchester Part 4

Pairing: Sherlock x Winchester!Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: It’s supernatural, blood, death, gore, you get the gist.

A/N: This is the last part :) I hope you enjoyed this little mini series that was supposed to just be an imagine request that's loooong overdue. Like I think it was requested almost 5 years ago and I’m the worst.

Any and all feedback is welcome and encouraged :)

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After working through another plan with your brothers you’d decided you needed some fresh air. You needed a refill on some supplies and to get some spray paint so you decided to accompany John and Sam to the store. Of course you elected to don a turtle neck so as to not raise any questions at the shops for the bruises scattering your neck. It only throbbed slightly when you touched them, god knows you’ve had worse, you could handle it. Plus you didn’t want Sherlock to see you in pain and feel even worse about what had happened.

Dean and Sherlock stay behind to iron out the plan and wait for word from his homeless network. You were slightly worried about leaving them together, you knew how protective Dean was over you. Likely you’d be gone for an hour or two, having to frequent a new shop to not raise suspicion over the bulk of items purchased.

The moment the three of you leave, silence falls over the flat. Dean is sitting in the kitchen doing some research on his laptop. Sherlock silently makes his way over to him.

“Dean.” Sherlock says, getting his attention as the Winchester brother turns toward him with a raised brow, “There’s something I want to do...”

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You walked back into a silent flat... too silent. It looked as if Sherlock and Dean hadn’t moved, occupying the exact same spots as when you left. You placed the bag of spray paint and other supplies onto the desk as you turned and examined Sherlock.

You noticed some gauze and tape peeking out from his shirt on his chest.

“What happened?” You asked, eyes going wide, thinking he’d been hurt, or his company had gotten a little over protective.

“Dean!” You turn towards him, scolding him, for what you weren’t sure.

Dean’s expression was unchanged as he lifted his head for you to turn back to Sherlock. He had peeled back the covering to reveal a fresh tattoo.

“Sherlock!” You gasped, your hand immediately went to the collar of his shirt to examine the new anti possession symbol on his ivory skin.

“What did you do?” You asked softly.

“To make sure what happened can never happen again.” He stated, grabbing your hand.

“You didn’t have to do that, I-” You weren’t sure what to say.

“I wanted to, so you never have to doubt-” Sherlock began, but you cut him off.

“But you know that’s there forever now.” You raised your voice slightly.

“Yes, I know how tattoos work Y/N.” He smiled, looking down at you.

You simply shook your head with a frown, and turned, pulling your hand from his and heading down the hall.

You couldn’t understand why he would do this.

“Did I do something wrong?” Sherlock asked your brothers once you left the room.

“No, no, you did good.” Dean nodded, as Sam stood next to him, still a little shocked himself.

“Then why?” He motioned off to where you’d fled.

“That’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for her,” Sam explained. “Nice doesn’t exist where we come from, she’s just not used to it. It freaked her out, that’s all.”

Sherlock looked off towards the closed bedroom door that you had retreated behind. He didn’t mean to upset you, he didn’t know how broken your past left you, but he was damn sure he wanted to be the one to help put you back together. After tonight, all this would be over. The demon would be dead, and you could go back to a different kind of hunting. There wouldn’t be any more secrets between the two of you, there’d be nothing holding you back.

He started walking towards the bedroom door, he wouldn’t just let you run off this time.

“I wouldn’t-” Dean tried to warn him, but Sherlock had already opened and closed the door, “Ok.”

Sherlock found you sitting on the edge of the bed, with tears in your eyes.

“Y/N...” He sat beside you, “Look at me, please.”

“Why would you do this for me?” You motion towards the tattoo.

“Because I love you, and I never want to hurt you.” Sherlock explained.

“But-” You still didn’t understand.

“Y/N, you’re worth it, can’t you see that?” Sherlock said, with a frown when he realized the answer was no.

“I just... I’ve never been in a relationship like this. I’ve never... cared for someone like I care for you. When you’re a hunter you’re going from town to town, for no more than a week or so. I’ve never had anything permanent until I met you and I just... I can’t lose you.” You cried, Sherlock wrapped his arms around you. He’d never seen you cry. He wasn’t the best with words or these kinds of emotions, so he held you and rubbed your back and let you cry. Hopefully, this will all be over tonight.

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A few hours later the trap was set, and you were as determined as ever. You were looking off towards the door of the abandoned factory, reviewing the plan in your head. You knew you still had one more card to play.

“Y/N, I know that look, what are you going to do?” Dean asked with a raised brow.

“Whatever it takes.” You muttered, not turning to face him.

“Y/N...” He warned, but he was really more worried than anything.

“Just trust me, please.” You whipped around and your eyes met his.

He tossed you the can of spray paint for you to finish the devils trap and wardings. And with a few sprays you were all set.

“We’re gonna get this guy, finish this once and for all.” Dean tried to reassure you. You simply nodded, not wanting him to press further.

You all got into position and Sam cut the lights, if your intel was correct the demon would be walking into his den at any moment.

Before you knew it, the door was pushed open, letting a sliver of light into the room. The demon strolled in, totally unsuspecting and walked right into your trap... literally.

The demon let out a growl as he was forced backwards when trying to leave the circle. Suddenly Sam switched the light back on and you all jumped into place. So far everything was going to plan.

Sam began reciting the exorcism, causing the demon to squirm.

He began glancing around the room, seeing if there was anything he could use to escape, any sort of weapons. And as if an idea popped in his head, his eyes lifted making contact with you and smirking. He pulled out a dagger from his pocket and threw it towards the end of the circle. It stuck into the wooden floor, smudging the wet paint and breaking the circle.

“No!” You shouted, reaching towards Sherlock as the demon pulled him towards him.

Before you could move, the demon had a knife to Sherlock’s throat.

“You really thought it would be that easy?” The demon chuckled darkly.

You shared a look with your brothers, you all stood still, waiting for him to make his next move.

“You weren’t this quiet last night little hunter.” He smirked, licking his lips.

Dean stepped forward in anger, his fists clenched. The demon applied the knife to Sherlock’s throat, causing him to hiss slightly as a small drizzle of blood made its way down his neck.

“Stop!” You yelled, raising your hand and taking a deep breath.

“You want me right? That’s what this whole thing is about?” You nodded, keeping the demon's attention on you.

He raised a brow, letting you know he was listening and ready to consider your offer.

“Him for me, ok?” You nodded, desperately.

Before your brothers or Sherlock could protest, the demon pulled a gun from his back pocket.

“Ok.” He smiled, immediately pulling the trigger without a second thought.

Your body dropped to the floor like a ton of bricks as the demon pushed Sherlock forward, releasing the blade from against his throat.

The commotion gave Dean time to catch the demon by surprise, jumping to sink the demon blade into his chest. He screamed in pain as he died a painful death, dropping to his knees.

Your breathing became heavy as you felt the blood pouring from your abdomen. Sherlock fell to the floor, kneeling beside you as he assessed your injury.

“Why the hell would you do that?” Sherlock screamed, almost in tears as he realized how bad the wound was.

“It’s ok, I’ll be fine.” You choked out slowly, trying to reassure him but obviously not doing a great job.

John appeared on your other side, bending down to examine the damage. His eyes glanced up and met Sherlock’s, and his face said everything... it wasn’t good. John sighed as he made his way to his feet.

Sherlock looked up to your brothers who were standing wide eyed, unmoving.

“Do something, she’s your bloody sister!” Sherlock yelled.

“Sher-”, You reached for his hands, they were wet, covered in your blood, “I’ll be fine, I promise.”

“Y/N-” He cried, a tear slipping down his cheek.

“I love you,” You whispered, but you weren’t sure if you even made a sound as everything went dark.

“No!” Sherlock yelled as your eyes closed and your hand went limp in his.

Dean now slowly knelt next to you.

“Is she?” He looked up to John, the medical professional.

John slipped his fingers onto your bruised, cold neck.

“No pulse,” He shook his head somberly.

Dean rose to his feet, sharing a look with his brother that Sherlock was unable to decipher. He wasn’t thinking about deducing them, he could only feel the anger bubbling up inside of him.

He jumped up, grabbing Dean by the lapels of his jacket before ramming his fist against his jaw. Dean stumbled back as Sam helped steady him.

“She brought you here to help, to fix this, and now she’s dead and you don’t even care? Your sister is dead!” Sherlock screamed, his rage making everything cloudy.

“Because I didn’t believe her,” His voice dropped as he turned back to look at you lying lifeless on the floor, “I didn’t believe her.”

Sherlock dropped to his knees once more, pulling you into his lap as he stroked your hair, his voice shaking.

“I didn’t believe you, I’m so sorry.” He cried.

After a moment he glanced back towards your brothers. They’ve been quiet, too quiet. Sam glanced down at his watch and Sherlock furrowed his brows as he watched the brothers share a look.

He nearly jolted as he felt you moving in his arms.

Suddenly, you gasped, sucking in a large gulp of air and beginning to cough.

“What the fuck?” Sherlock muttered, looking down at you in shock.

Now your brothers jumped into action and were both at your side. Sam lifted the edge of your bloody shirt to reveal what would have been a gaping bullet wound. Instead it was replaced by a circular scar.

“You alright?” Sam asked, you nodded as he helped you sit up.

“Hold on, what the fuck just happened? You were shot, you died, you had no pulse.” Sherlock raised his voice.

“Crowley owed me a favor. I cashed in.” You explained, glancing down to see Sherlock’s hands covered in blood, your blood.

“Who is Crowley?” Sherlock asked, shaking his head in confusion.

“King of Hell.” Dean answered for her, rubbing his sore jaw.

Sherlock’s confusion turned back to anger.

“You knew she was going to do this? You knew she was going to be fine?” He yelled at Dean.

“I knew she was going to do whatever it took to save your ass, and I knew it wasn’t going to be pretty.” Dean retorted.

“You went to Hell?” Sherlock asked softly, his red, puffy eyes meeting your own.

“Darlin, I'm no saint.” You smiled sadly.

“And you came back?” He asked, still not comprehending how just a minute ago you were stone cold.

“I’m here, aren’t I.” You shrugged, feeling your wet clothes sticking to your body, knowing you must look like Carrie at the prom.

Sherlock’s face was stuck in shock and confusion, and he didn’t move for almost a whole minute.

“John, I think he’s short circuiting. You might want to check him for a concussion, or maybe he needs an MRI.” You smirked, repeating his words from just days before.

“So it’s true? All of it?” Sherlock asked.

“All of it.” You nodded.

“Demons, ghosts, vampires...” He began to list off.

“All of it.” You repeated.

He was quiet for a moment, taking it all in.

His next two words shocked you, something you never thought would come out of his mouth.

“Marry me.” He said suddenly.

“What?” Your brothers said in unison, but you only smiled.

“Y/N, you took a bullet for me, you died for me.” Sherlock shook his head, you wouldn’t do that if you didn’t love him.

“And you got a tattoo for me,” You smiled, pulling him closer until your lips met. You took a bullet for him, and you’d do it again, any day... but you may need to do Crowley a couple favors first.

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prolestariwrites · 5 years ago

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Dante x Reader: ‘What Are We Doing?’

Fandom: Devil May Cry Rating: Explicit Tags: Sex, Explicit Sex, Oral Sex, Reader-Insert Words: 3041 Also posted on AO3

Dante stares across the room at you, and you stare back. The light in the little hallway to the bathroom is on, putting him in silhouette so you can't see his face. The motel he pulled into isn't a dive, it's quite decent actually, you've slept in way shittier places in the past, but even the sight of the one bed in the room didn't make you pause the way his look does now.

It's the same way he stared at you earlier, across the broken cemetery where some demons had put up shop, buying and selling in souls and blood before the legendary devil hunter had rolled up on his bike and sent them packing. You were there, of course, your knack for putting up wards and your knowledge of the nasties that slither in the dark coming in handy on jobs like this. He takes care of the bad guys while you sprinkle some sage and eye of newt and make sure they can't come back. He's been taking you more often, not that you're not grateful for the money, but this is the first time he's looked at you like this and it makes your heart stop.

What changed? He hasn’t spoken since you left the site, job well done and heading back home, where you’d stop at the same bar and have a beer, three cheers for surviving another night. Depending on how gross you both ended up you might stay a bit, have a game of darts, laugh at the ones shooting glances because they don’t know better, don’t know what the world is really like. You might even have a shot or two, really loosen you both up, until the game turns dangerous and one of you has to go home before you both win, or lose.

Dante crosses the room, getting up close enough that you can smell the sweat and the dirt from the fight and the worn red leather, smooth like butter. He swallows thickly, and you watch the column of his throat in fascination, wishing you could taste it, take a bite. There are so many delectable parts of Dante Sparda you've wanted to take a bite out of over the months and months of jobs and beers and cautious flirtation, his throat just one of many.

"What are we doing here, doll?" he asks, his voice like sandpaper.

You shake your head. He's the one that drove, you want to point out, he swung the bike into the motel and left you gaping as he climbed off and disappeared into the office. He's the one that emerged with a key and returned without a word to grab his bag as you scrambled off and followed. He hadn't asked and you hadn't answered, but you thought you knew why and how and there was no question that you wanted to follow him through the door that had a four hanging crooked on the outside. Four, your lucky number.

He steps closer, the air crackling. It's electric and tastes sharp. He's probably spoiling for a fight, the devils you were sent to dispatch way too easy, just some chumps looking to make a quick buck. Nothing wrong with that, until Dante had swung his sword and took their heads, ending it so quickly you hadn't finished the sigil on the ground to keep any other baddies from the place. When you did finish, he was staring at you just like this, so intensely that for a moment you had thought he was hurt.

Dante doesn't get hurt though. Come on, pizza boy, the old taunt sticks in your throat as his eyes go downward. You use the opportunity too, taking in the broad chest and thick arms, thick thighs, everything about him is so damn big, he even stands a head taller. You've never once seen him with someone, never ever, even though he could have any man or woman on the planet with those dangerous good looks. Maybe he has, and you're the last?

"Gonna take a shower," Dante says, and turns to disappear into the washroom.

So weird, this whole situation is so strange. You flirt and joke and yeah you go home after the job and your celebratory drink and think about that rock hard body, but he's never been like this. The shower turns on and you try not to think about him naked and wet, using the time to grab some tissues and try to rub some of the mud from your boots and not think of Dante.

But then he emerges in a towel. His chest is bare, the deep carve of his muscle damp from the shower, his hair wet and plastered against his face, and you nearly lose your mind as your eyes sweep over the hip bones and the smattering of chest hair you only imagine must be soft to the touch. You toss your jacket and make a beeline for the washroom, not wanting to hear him speak or see him change because you really will lose it and throw yourself at him.

The air in the bathroom is surprisingly cool. Did he take a cold shower? Well yours is hot, scalding hot, and under the safety of the spray your fingers find that part of you between your legs that will bring some relief. The sight of his body in that towel that barely covered his hips, his arms, his eyes intense on you—it only takes a minute before you are shaking with relief, your forearm pressed to the tile to keep you upright. You laugh shakily, glad that's taken care of, and use the rest of the soaps to wash your hair and body quickly.

Your bag is still in the other room, no big deal. Dante came out in a towel, so can you. You wrap it tight and step into the hallway, but immediately you spot him. He has shut off the hall light and turned on one dim lamp next to the bed, so he is still in a dark silhouette. Dante sits on the edge of the mattress, still wearing that fucking towel, only the front is tented and the electricity is back and crackling between you.

He stands and walks over to you slowly. Prowling. You flatten back against the wall as one of his hands flatten against either side of your head, and now you can only smell shampoo and toothpaste and heat. "What are we doing, babe?"

You shake your head. "What do you want?" you ask, knowing the answer.

His eyes drag over you. "Take off your towel."

You never could just do what you're told. "Yours first," you joke.

Dante leans closer. "Take it off," he growls, and then covers your mouth with his.

You open for him immediately, groaning when you taste him. Months of wanting this make you forget his order and you reach up instinctively, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him against you. Dante makes a noise that has your toes curling into the carpet, and his hands slide up your sides until he does the job himself, easing back a bit to leave enough space to yank the towel away before pressing you against the wall. His body covers yours as the kiss grows aggressive, and you can add his tongue to that mental list you have of thick things you want to bite on his body. It dips in and out of your mouth, stroking yours leisurely, while his hands roam your curves.

He covers your breasts, squeezing gently, then dragging down your stomach. He massages your hips before reaching your thighs, and then he lifts you, his hands gripping your legs like it's nothing, pulling them around his waist. Of course it’s nothing, he’s Dante, and you’ve seen him swing that crazy sword of his like it’s nothing, you think he’ll even break a sweat lifting your body? Hell no.

His cock is hard as it grinds against you, the friction making you wild from the scratch of the terry cloth that still covers it. Your body responds with a flush of arousal and you gasp against his kiss, thinking Dante is going to fuck you here against this wall, and you never wanted anything so goddamn badly.

Instead, he carries you to the bed, dropping you almost comically. You protest when your mouths disconnect, but it's worth it when his own towel drops and you see his erection. Your mouth actually waters a bit; it's thick and long and the dark gray hair that trails upwards has your core throbbing in anticipation. How is he going to fit?

Dante climbs on the bed, and you slide upwards, making him crawl after you. When your back hits the pillows he settles on his knees, and you watch him stroke himself as his other hand presses on your thigh. "You want this, right?" he asks, his voice tight.

"God yes," you answer, blushing when he laughs.

"Good." His hands push your legs open, and then he leans down, pressing his nose to your pelvis. You shake in anticipation, your clit throbbing as his lips ghost downwards. He looks up at you when they reach your hood, and you are so grateful for that lamp being on because the way his eyes focus on you as his tongue darts out to nudge against your clit has you almost coming apart right there.

Your little shiver of an orgasm means nothing now. Dante rolls his tongue in flat circles against your hood, the wet muscle slipping and sliding in waves of pleasure over your clit. You let go a moan, reaching down to touch him, his shoulders tight under your palms. His tongue doesn't stop, now stroking up and down your slit, flickering dangerously at your opening, making you melt as your thighs fall open and your body is nearly flooding with desire.

How is he so good at this? It's not fair, it's really not, his hands gripping your hips and his stubble scraping your labia, sending little shocks of pleasure with each pass of his tongue. You want to grab his hair and ride his face, grind into him good and hard and fuck his tongue until you come in a mess of moans, but there is more of the demon hunter to have, and your mouth is watering.

Instead of pulling him closer you push him back, following to cover his protests with your kiss. Now it's your turn to demand, your tongue rolling insistently around his as you taste your own arousal, the scent filling your nose. Dante holds you tightly against him until you try to do just as he did, lean over to take him in your mouth, but there isn't enough room here at the head of the bed.

So Dante pulls back, moving off the bed to readjust and climb back on. But you flip to your back and push yourself to the edge of the mattress, reaching out for him. Dante steps forward and his cock bobs into view above you, and you stretch up to wrap your lips around the shaft. First you simply slide your mouth up and down the underside, your tongue flat and wide as you move lengthwise along his sex, grinning when he groans. Then you tilt your head back and open your mouth, the head pushing on your tongue as you suck on him gently.

Dante curses and presses forward. His cock slides into your throat, filling you almost uncomfortably. But being at this angle makes him easier to swallow, the length sliding neatly into your upside-down throat. You choke a bit when he reaches the back of it, the tip pushing as you try to take more and fail. It's still not enough, his pubic hair just barely grazing your face, but he pulls back before going any deeper.

You grip the base and hold him steady as you start to work. You suck on the head before opening again, guiding him in, and Dante wastes no time. He starts fucking you slowly, carefully, and you close your eyes as you enjoy the salty taste and the deep moans that are your reward. You want to please him suddenly, wipe the memory of every girl who let him sink deep inside her body, so you form a tight seal as he pumps his hips and open your legs, giving him a full visual of your body.

The bed dips slightly as he plants his knee on the mattress and leans over you. The mass of his body is almost smothering, but at this angle you don't have to stretch your neck, and your moans join his as he pumps in and out. Then his tongue is on your sex once more, licking long stripes on your slit, and you nearly choke on his cock again when he thrusts deep inside your throat as his tongue enters your body.

You pull back, gasping, arching off the bed when his tongue pushes inside your tunnel. His cock jerks against your chin and you seek him out with your mouth, sucking him hard once he's back between your lips. Thankfully he goes back to the long licks that are more a tease than anything, each pass nudging your clit until your cunt is wet and flushed, pooling against your backside.

Dante uses his thumbs to gently open your folds, and when the tip of his tongue flicks your clit you cry out. His cock falls from your mouth again, damn it all, but his tongue is prodding you as his fingers rub up and down, spreading the moisture over your lips and down between your cheeks. You follow suit, reaching around to grab his ass, fingers digging into the muscle as you squeeze and pull them apart. You tilt your head up to flick your own tongue against the sac that hangs heavily between his legs, mimicking his movements, and you lose yourself to the silky sensation of his fingers and the scent of his body, distinct and male. You grip him firmly by the rear, thinking to yourself that when this is over, you are going to roll him onto his stomach and sink your teeth into the hard muscle.

He pulls away, and you look up at him as he looks back at you, upside down. You slowly turn over to push up on hands and knees, your eyes connected as you wait for his word. How will Dante Sparda, legendary devil hunter, fuck you tonight? Will he lay back and let you do the work, let you ride the cock you've been dreaming of for weeks and weeks? Fold you in half almost as he throws your legs over his shoulders and fucks you hard and deep until you shatter? Maybe he'll bend you over, your most frequent fantasy, take you on every surface of this room, his hand smacking your ass and pulling your hair as you beg for more.

But no, he crawls onto the bed, pulling you against him in another kiss. You sigh into his mouth as he lays you back on the pillows. Dante is a romantic, of course he is, why wouldn't he be? He lost his parents and his brother twice, he told you those stories over pizzas and beers. You knew this about him, you know he wants a connection to something, anything, it's probably why there aren't chicks walking out in the morning as you walk into the office. He wants someone, and you're here, and when he covers your body with his you want him more than anything.

Your thighs wrap around him as the head of his cock nudges you. Dante kisses down your neck and to your breasts, sucking one rosy nipple, then the other, back and forth until the pleasure sharpens into pinpricks of delicious pain. "Dante…" you breathe, and he's there, kissing you slowly as he enters you even slower, your core nearly burning with the stretch and the sensation of being filled so completely.

He's not human, not one hundred percent, that was obvious enough the first time you watched his neck sew shut or a puncture wound close on its own. But what exactly you've never asked, and you wish now you had, because when his hips go flush against your thighs you wonder how you'll survive this. Your hands cradle his face as he slowly rocks into you, against you, in and out, the drag of his cock overwhelming. But he seems to be just as lost, moaning into your mouth, whispering how you are so tight, so hot, so perfect.

Just fuck me already, that's what you want to say. But there is something about the slow drag that has you intoxicated, so when the orgasm builds you barely notice until you are almost there. Your eyes open in alarm, and you cry out his name almost in warning before it hits, deep and devastating, more than you could have imagined. You reach up to claw for something, anything to keep you from losing it through the contractions of bliss, and when you find nothing he takes your hands, your fingers entwining tightly. Dante mouths at your neck as you ride the waves of pleasure, his hips snapping now hard and sharp as he chases his own, and it doesn't stop, just starts again with his new movements, and one moan blends into another until you hear him curse and hiss and you are filled with thick, hot seed.

You are still trembling when he slowly releases his grip. His breath fans against your neck as he pants, and you smile to yourself a bit through the haze to know he was just as undone. "Dante," you whisper, and he leans over you, eyes bright and cheeks flushed as you push his hair back from his eyes.

"You wanted that, right?" he asks again, and it's so ludicrous you laugh as you nod.

"I want more," you murmur, remembering his backside under your fingers, and as he carefully pulls out you push him back, climbing over him this time.

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Thank you for reading! I’ve written smut before but this was my first reader insert. Please let me know what you thought! If you liked this I’ll do more. Feel free to send a request through the month of March, and if you liked this, check out my other fics for DMC! :D

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jamiebluewind · 5 years ago

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Charatcter Descriptions and Summary 2.13

As always, let me know if I need to edit or add anything and tag/ask/PM me about art and stories so I can check them out! I'll try to add warnings later. Also, we have 8 episodes left including this one, so the last one should be number 20.

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Things

Dusk Moss

Hallucinogenic moss with very few alchemical properties that puts the user into a state of lucid dreaming where they are also concious of waking world (basically fantasy marijuana)

Is a flammable powder that cannot be unlit once lit

Crumpkin said his brother swears by it and that everyone should try it at least once.

It will even you out if you take a little bit and a quarter of teaspon will send one of them on a trip all day (so what about the size and race of the person?)

Can buy in a massive block from Tinkerer's Hall where a dose of the powder can be shaved off the block to use

Mystery Rune

The rune was abjurative magic: metamagic school (instead of protection, wards, and shields) which shapes the nature of magic itself. Specifically, the rune involved curses and a way to mask powerful curses and spells. One can take a tremendous amount of spellcraft (or the ability to cast multiple spells), put it into a curse, and have the curse ride under other curses. In other words, if connected to an object, the object would have been "cursed" to be a vessel for a wealth of other spellcasting (flash drive), but hidden under another curse (advanced encryption and a virus).

The larger and more permeable the curse, the more able it is to ride under another curse.

The curse on top (dummy curse) works best the more widespread, static (can't be easily ended or doesn't have random frequent spell effects), ambient, and passive it is like using a magical landscapes or creatures instead of a spell made by a spellcaster.

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PCs With Datemates

Kristen

Took a picture on her crystal of the unknown goddess mural (originally wondered if it was a tequila advertisement)

Kissed Tracker and the tree she was hiding behind

Wanted rosé with the cold fratatas, but thought it was weird that he put both kale and spinach in them (as did Tracker)

Looked through the medical papers Adaine and Riz found and figured out how to cure the Kalina infection (greater restoration due to studying records or a tinsure that requires dusk moss, the alchemical supplies Gorgug got from the tinkerers, some things Adaine can pull from her jacket, and one or two things they'd only be able to find beyond the wall)

Her and the group decided on the tincture method despite the risk of curing behind the wall as she can only cast greater restoration once per day (only one 5th level spell slot and 5 infected: Tracker, Sandra Lynn, Ragh, Riz, and herself), but the option of using greater restoration on herself and Riz while leaving the others behind or inside Van was discussed (side note: could she team up with any of the locals bards/clerics/druids/artificers/celestial warlocks who know greater restoration and teach them the specifics of the altered spell while they wait on the others to get back?)

Suggested they pretend they all died after they take the tincture in order to give them an advantage due to Kalina thinking the party was cut in half (all but Adaine agreed)

Owns little handcuffs with her and Tracker's initials on them

"I don't know why I'm saying this, but Go Ball."

Assumed that the team in hell were just stuck in a waiting room, possibly drinking pina coladas

Investigated where Aelwen, Adaine's mom, and Killian entered the briar wall. It was much more tangled, far from Arborly, up a cliff with difficult rocky terrain between them and the temple. It was a place where they wouldn't be looked for, but it would take them longer to get there.

Tracker

Said the thing with Vraz made her werewolf issue with the Shrine of Thorns the second weirdest thing that's happened

Started transforming after glancing at the uncovered mural image of the unknown goddess, growling as half her head transformed as she fought changing before rolling off and hiding behind a tree (per Kristen's suggestion)

Couldn't go to hell because she couldn't enter the shrine

Gorgug

Got springs put in his shoes by the gnomes which gave them thick rubbery soles (Spring Coiled Sneakers of Bounding) and also asked for shock thing from tinkerers which would have a spare the dying effect (unknown if he got it)

Wears size 19 canvas shoes

Looked through a big log book with the alchemic ingredients in tinkerer's shorthand before buying the same alchemical ingredients that Killian bought (magnesium, antimony, and mercury which are used in magical candles) for 350 gold. Killian also bought two huge blocks of dusk moss incense (600 gold for both which he split cost wise with Fabian), but he was nervous about buying it (dusk moss details above).

Explained cell towers to the tinkerers

Considered jumping into space to either get to or place a satellite

Found a picture of his parents launching their satellite into space (Wilma and Digby giving double thumbs up, the van tipped on it's nose with it's back doors open to launch the satellite from the back of it, a lot of papers and a mobile desk in van's glovebox) and found space tech-esk routing info for the satellite in Van which allowed him to make a satellite phone

Originally left his crystal and the info with the tinkerers (original timeframe 1-2 days), but came back to help which speed up the process

Was curious why Gilear wasn't infected by Shadow Cat like Sandra Lynn and was later sorry he brought it up

When they found out they couldn't enlarge/reduce Van, he considered making a massive vest with massive pockets he could wear that everyone could jump in before they used enlarge/reduced on him, but the idea was scrapped

Suggested that if they played dead after taking the tincture to not warn Gilear so he wouldn't be acting when they "died".

"Hey, this is based on nothing, but I feel like Gilear is dead."

Believed that hell wasn't as bad as people said it was, just unfamiliar and like 5 degrees hotter

Ran into the briars after the portal closed

Likes a hot hot tub because warm ones just makes him wonder what's cooking in there

Was up all night sweating with his hoodie off (first time in a long time) working on his phone before finishing up the crystal pack (made his phone into a satellite phone). He felt pretty good about making it work.

Got a slew of unread messages once he turned his phone on (few old ones from Zelda, some from his parents checking in, and tour stuff)

Called Zelda with a video call, putting his hoodie back on as it rang and rang (most of the call is in Zelda section)

Told Zelda he loved her for the first time (after she said it first). Said he wished he was there, but hadn't figured that technology out yet and admitted that he might not have service once they went into the forest ("I'm here to communicate")

The gnomes erupted into cheers over the crystal working, but he was equally exciting over Zelda saying she loved him. They popped some gnome wine (pink fizzy champagne that smelled like cloying sweet strawberries) and shared it with him in celebration

Got a bunch of DMs from the other seven maidens saying "Way to go big guy"

Zelda

Was at Ostentata's house at night for a party (everybody was telling the story of when Gorgug jumped the fire elemental there and when he backyard wrestle smashed the beer pong table while time was stopped) when Gorgug called

Told her adventuring party he was calling before she went outside, but they followed

Answered her phone while still wearing her earbuds and assumed he was back, but was told he figured out how to make his phone work. He did it because he felt like it was important to be able to talk to her, the world, and her (not because it was part of the quest). She asked if they had cell towers, but Gorgug said that he had been working on artificer stuff and used his parents' satellite.

Started crying over Gorgug doing a whole bunch of new science to make his phone able to call back, apologized to him over getting upset, and said she missed him and he was the best

Was embarrassed by the other maidens eavesdropping (they called out "Good lookin out Gorgug! Stand up thing to do! You did it!"). Gorgug went on speaker and said "Well hello guys!" before she shooed them off to talk to her boyfriend

Made sure that Gorgug's friends weren't in danger over him working on his project, but was reassured that he was having down time and it would also help them in the long run

Told Gorgug that she loved him for the first time and freaked out (insulting herself) before he said that he loved her too. This was followed by her saying "oooh I just wanna... I just wish you were here."

Said the Red Waste was super hard, but they were done and thought they would get a good grade on it

Called Gorgug cool (and was called cool by him). Said what he did meant a lot to her. The call ended with one last quick I love you from Gorgug.

Fig

Subpoenaed to be a witness for Gortholax before a tribunal due to him being negligent for his infernal domain (after his 9th and final request for appearence lapsed). The print of her subpoena got so fine that it was mostly illegable without a magnifying glass. It was also in infernal (which she can read)

Asked Vraz if she could leave the door to hell open with them following later (left open, but was yelled at)

Considered disguising herself as Gortholax and offered to disguise herself as a famous lawyer from billboards to help Gilear

Wanted to know more about law so she could defend Gortholax domain and yelled "THE CHOSEN ONE!" when she discovered that Gilear knew the law

Wanted to start a grass roots campaign about the demons working with the nightmare king (as devils hate them both)

Asked her mom why Gilear wasn't infected and discovered her parents had slept together many times, but not in the last 3 years

Got upset with Riz over his opinion on devils (quote in dialogue link)

Had to be the first through the portal to hell, but straddled the flaming doorway with Riz on her back to try to keep it open

Tied a rope around Hangman so she could wakeboard while smoking a clove, library card behind her right ear

Thought Gortholax's home was tasteful and knew the door code.

Blamed herself for the quality of Gilear's life (quote in dialogue link)

To Vraz "What going on with you? Do you need a hug?"

Lit a cigarette in court, told them that Gortholax was trapped in a gem, put her feet up, and said Kalina the Shadow Cat used a proxy to trap Gortholax with the assistance of demons (but was able to hide the fact that she was the proxy from Vraz)

Asked for help getting into the forest of the Nightmare King, but got yelled at because calling a recess does not mean the trial is over

Cut her arm and offered the tribunal her blood as proof she was Gortholax's daughter, but the blood sizzled when it hit the ground and either summoned or created an imp which served as proof

Ayda

Told Adaine what the rune was (details below)

Still working on plane shift

Got upset over Fig getting sucked into hell, insisting that they had to go rescue her "Well, we should do whatever we can to make it happen as fast as possible because I'm going to get another kiss, whatever happens"

Said Fig's lips are the softest things she's ever felt (grossing out Adaine) and "If I don't smell Fig's hair again, I'm going to incenerate"

Asked Adaine for advice as the Oracle, wanting to know how many potential futures there were were Fig wouldn't want to kiss her or be around her anymore and if they could be avoided. She was also worried that Fig might have kissed her, but not felt attracted to her.

"If we kissed a bunch of times over the course of an hour, does that mean we are girlfriends or wives?" (potentially but ask to clarify)

Was worried that she would look sad, weird, or not normal from a social standpoint for asking Fig to clarify if they were girlfriends (to which Adaine said she was not and was in face very very cool).

Worried about her mind being foreign to other people and despite not being the same as Adaine, felt better after talking to someone who understands not being like everyone else.

Told Adaine "You're a very special person to me and your friendship means the world to me. I hope we study magic together for a long long time" and that she loved her.

Has notes on how her brain works and built an entire friendship section in the library because she was so lonely.

Went to the Synod to be alone because she lived "on a dirty pirate island"

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Other PCs And People In The Party

Adaine

Released an aura in the crime scene and might have put on gloves

Found the non detection runes her mother had placed (to keep elves off the trail) and the remains of two rituals, one to kill Killian and one to put the Devil's Heart (with Gortholax) inside Killian. The rituals happened 24 hours appart, meaning they left the night the teens arrived or her mom knew to kill Killian before Aelwen arrived.

While looking for something in the room (something nice her mom might have said about her), she found a blank piece of parchment on a small desk and revealed a message using "the pencil trick" ("Aelwen is with me. You are betrayed. You have no other choice darling. Come with us.") which she believed was probably for her dad. Later got the original copy (wrote out for a sending spell) by using mend on ashes she found in a trashcan

Suggested a cold fratata picnic

Pulled beautifully printed pamplets out of her jacket for Fig's grass roots campaign, but they had a typo so she tossed them

Told the group to give a thumbs up to someone who had the message spell (currently only Fig and Adaine) if they had something to say to keep it from Kalina

Was caught by briars and ejected from the hell potral, keeping her from entering, but decided that heaven and hell were just reflections of each other so she wasn't worried

On dusk moss, said "I've heard it's good for anxiety." and suggested that they all got high while waiting on their friends to return from hell (but was unable to convince the others)

Discovered that the unknown goddess' spellbook had a distinguishing mark on it, an occult rune that was in a lot of stuff at Compass Points (which Ayda would have studied) and on the coin given to Kalvaxus (more info under mystery rune)

Liked a hot tub that started off very warm at first and then got more comfortable

Messaged Ayda late at night for help "Avast ye scurvy devil. How is plane shift going? Also, need info on rune. It looks like [x]" (answered back "I'm not a scurvy devil. Let's use the synonym. Right jacket pocket.")

Found a key made of glowing blue crystalline energy in her pocket as the keyhole on a nearby door started glowing slightly blue.

Was given a scroll with a first level spell by Ayda that granted her access to the Synod of Spyre which is a meeting place for wizards

Told Ayda "I think your great", made her laugh by telling her that curses were "ten a penny", and told her that she enjoyed talking to her about their magic as Ayda is someone who gets it and is not mean to her

Asked Ayda to tell her everything (about the kiss), but then realized that she didn't want or need to know everything. She did say (about Ayda and Fig) "I support this. I am happy about it. I am amazed. Oooo she's secretive!" and that while on a macro level, some people will kiss without caring, Fig wouldn't because she cared about everybody (she did kiss those two older guys though?)

Admittedly that being oracle only let her help out a little every day and occasionally she got a terrifying vision, but she doesn't know when the event will occur or what will cause it

To Ayda, "If you like a person and they like you and the relationship is good, it shouldn't matter how other people feel about it? I think."

"I want to be alone and also surrounded by my friends at all times."

Riz

Worked the crime scene in the Owl and Harp with Adaine (putting on gloves before starting)

Found that the rituals were specifically to get Kalina into Silvar by bypassing the need for permission from a devil authority by using petrismosis to move from an infected creature into a gem to commandeer the devil within it

Petrismosis: The body's ability to start having elements of the magical gem within it to start permiating orgainic membrane; the process of an organic body and gem to become one which includes osmosis of blood to gem (ragh mom constrantly fights against the being within her gem using her rage, blood, and soul)

Told Adaine "It's great to fin- be around someone who just focuses up. Me and you? Everybody else is super horny. Super emotional. But me and you? *slaps hands together* No emotions between the two of us." (she was looking for something nice from her mom)

Discovered that Adaine's mom had packed WAY more rations than they needed to get to the temple, some alchemical ingredients, and all primary work, leaving only hints behind as well as some research and medical diagrams (which Adaine and Riz took). The medical diagrams were extremely old velum grave robber level medical stuff written in a character based pictogram language (think hieroglyphs, almost like emoji) that was most likely centaur. One medical diagram was of a disected and dismembered centaur with dark, very scary looking cat symbols (refered to as the disease or infection) behind eyes, in ears, on tongue, deep in sinuses, and on spine. It also showed that the brain was carefully taken apart and looked at, but the infection was not present there.

He and Adaine deduced that Kalina could only look through one person at a time using their senses and couldn't get into their brains, but could cause paralysis. The only safe place would be the moon haven/Kristen's hallow, but Kalina might be able to ride one of the infected into the haven if she was actively trying to do it. They could however talk anywhere using telepathy (such as the message spell).

Was worried about going to hell while infected, but later said "I meantioned that I was concerened about going to hell and her possibly being able to see the trial, but hell is also bad so I don't really care if they end up fighting and killing each others. Let's just go to hell. Also, they're super far along already. They have Gortholax and they're in. So it's not like... yeah."

Might have internalized racism/goblinphobia and has bias towards devils (both from his reactions in this episode and his reaction to Gortholax in season 1)

Suspicious of devils and doesn't think they should be super cool with them (quote in dialogue link), later becoming upset over what Hangman said about goblins ("Oh like goblins have such a great reputation.") and the others reaction to his and The Hangman's statement.

Road into hell holding onto Fig's back.

Upon seeing Gilear knocked out, said "See I told you that hell was bad! I mean, this is awesome, but this is bad." Pointed out the irony of Gilear getting mad at him a long time ago for stealing the first aid kit that gave him the healing feat.

After Hangman said the evil souls were murderers, thieves, and liars, he started sweating and said "Liars huh?" (side note: Riz has actually done all three)

Grabbed Gilear's face and investigated him to figure out why he was so confident (he said no to an offer from Sandra Lynn). Hissed at Gilear and then apologized, saying they were in hell, it was weird, and the things said about goblins earlier made him feel kinda crazy

Hissed at Vraz repeatedly, even after she threatened him.

To Vraz "Well I'm Riz The Ball and I'm just gonna ROLL WITH THIS! We're here! We're here for your trial thing! *hiss*" Is held back by Gilear while Fig tried to push him forward towards Vraz (told her to stop it)

Hissed at Vraz again (when she was mean to Fig) saying Vraz calling somebody in the middle of a trial was weird before the pair got in another hissing/screaming match. Asked The Hangman to hold him back and got his foot run over.

Fabian

Ownes 250 to 312 pairs of shoes (depending how many have been thrown away or given to childen), has size 5 feet (and is self conscious about it), said he had delicate feet and was lithe and dexterous, and his father had small feet and mother had normal sized feet

Said "god damn it" when he discovered Krumpkin wore the same size shoes as him, lied and said he had big toes and wore a 5.5 because he didn't to exchange shoes with a gnome, and quietly said "...let's go" when Gorgug asked if he wanted little bells on his shoes (side note: was he teased in the past?)

Completely confused by tinkerers logbook, so he deferred to Gorgug. Tried to help by rubbing his sheet on the gold coins they were buying supplies with, but nothing happened

Was nervous about buying or using dusk moss, saying he knew a guy who tried it while wearing a hat and now he always felt like he's wearing the hat. Told the rest of the group "We bought so many drugs." when they dot back.

Fabian's bardic "You feel the power of Fabian's support and care for you" (the explanation of his new stats is linked below)

When asked if he wanted to stay in the Tinkerer's Hall, he answered "Absolutely. With all these weird little men and women. No thank you. Ragh, let's go!"

Has a bunch of private stuff on his phone that he doesn't want anybody seeing

Tried to ride Hangman into hell, but caught by the briars and ejected as the portal closed

Told Hangman "You are literally the sweetest meanest thing ever."

Mutters "Go off The Ball, go off" while Riz was in a different dimension from him (yelling at Vraz in hell)

Said he didn't worry about his father as he was thriving, but he missed him. When told he could get word to him, originally assumed Bill would be busy, then agreed but asked Hangman not to be needy about it, then tried to pretend that he was cool either way and that he didn't need it and it wouldn't fill him with joy, then admitted that it would fill him with joy, and finally just asking "yes please do it"

Likes a warm hot tub due to it being better for his skin and he can stay in there longer

(Multiple quotes can be found in the dialogue link below)

Hangman

His presence (a devil) closed the portal to hell, seperating him from Fabian. He could still talk to Fabian telepathically, but freaked out. When asked to turn it down, he replied "I can't turn it down, I'm sad!"

Said that the portal was created for the dark tribunal and afterwards the devils are required to deposite them from where they came from

Gave Gilear his mark by making his eyes glow dark red pinpricks and etching an infernal ruin of blood and fire on his forehead

Got pissed off over Gilear having to ride on him, but did it to stop his complaining. Meanwhile, Riz also road on him (with a "Huzzah!") and Fig tired a rope around him so she could wakeboard on her skateboard behind him

Approved of Riz hissing at Gilear

Said the souls falling into The Bottomless Pit were evil and of murderers, theives, and liars

Got the tribunal to allow them to stay at The Bottomless Pit (as Fig was both Gortholax's daughter and she had passage there) instead of prison

When he was told only Fig was going to go in the hot tub, he pouted and said "I want to go too!"

Offered to send word to Bill Seacaster for Fabian

Gilear

Made fratatas (with both spinach and kale) immediately, but they all got very cold due to the teens being away for hours (were so cold that they thought he put them in the freezer)

He was not "the face" when he worked in Fallenel at the elven counsel (where he said he was a glorified paralegal), but was still an expert in international and interplaner law

When Fig told him that it was his moment and she needed him, he immediately replied with "Nope!". He eventually gave his word to help, but was confused about how they got into trouble in Arborly, discovering the trial was both in hell ("what? what? oh no.") and delivered by a really keyed up woman who was probably working through something ("I...what have you done?")

From Adaine's jacket, was given a barrister wig from Fig ("None of the cultures I've worked for use these wigs"), a gavel from Kristen, and a black robe from Adaine

Found that the subpoena had no clause concerning ther souls, but hell would send people to get Fig if she didn't go

Wears boat shoes and had a powerful aura of disease coming from his feet (again Gilear DOCTOR! or have a healer greater restore!)

His bald spot was hit by a bit of fire before a blast of fire hit him and knocked him out, setting his wig on fire. He was healed by Riz, but left with burns.

Was given the Mark of The Hangman, which was an infernal ruin of blood and fire etched on his forehead which caused a red force field to appear that protected him from the fire as long as he was with The Hangman

Noticed how Fig was acting (library card behind ear) and started asking her questions, but she dodged them until Riz confronted him about his confidence and got him to confess "I got confidence because Sandra Lynn asked to sleep with me and I said no!" Said that he and Sandra Lynn talking until morning and towards the end she made an offer, he said "No. Thank you", and everyone was still happy and fine afterwards

Told Riz he was very scary and intense sometimes, resulting in Riz hissing at him

Did not actually help during the trial due to fear.

(Has multiple quotes in dialogue link.)

Sandra Lynn

Covered for the teens messaging by talking about finding where Adaine's mom entered the forest as the teens nodded along

Had to explain to her daughter that her and Gilear slept together, but she could have gotten the Kalina disease anytime in the last 3 years and Gilear wouldn't have been infected ("I love you. It's weird. Sorry for all this weird info.")

On Kristen attempting to handcuff her "So help me god Kristen Applebees. I understand that I work for you, but so help... wow."

No longer with Jawbone, but ended on good terms

Was very kind to Gilear the first night in Arborly. She offered to sleep with him at one point and was turned down.

When she asked what the teens were messaging about (dusk moss), Kristen said Spring Break and suggested Sandra Lynn have a spa day with a hot tub soak and a massage with cucumbers on her eyes. Gorgug suggested cucumbers on her ears. Fabian said they should get the weird gnomes to pound her (dear god Fabian! XD) with Kristen saying "gnomes all over your body", Adaine adding that they would walk on her back, and Fabian adding that the little shoe bells would be meditative

Ragh

Asked for a lost spring from the tinkerers

Wears a size 17.5 shoe (quote in dialogue link)

Was paranoid about buying dusk moss (ARE YOU A COP!?), but after Crumpkin's reaction, he grabbed Fabian and Gorgug's arms and said "I think drugs are legal here"

Took a solid chunk of dusk moss and was found staring at his hand ("My hand is just little animal on the end of your arm")

Came into the van later, shirtless and looking like he'd sweat ten gallons. Said "Everything in the world is connected", (on Adaine thinking of trying it) "Adaine, for real? I can never be anxious again because I don't even know if I can ever be fully in my body again.", and (response to Fabian saying it sounds scary) "No no. I'm part of the universe dude" before drinking a glass of water and going off to go to bed.

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Gnomes

Crumpkin Springbill

Head Tinkerer of the Tinkerer's Hall of Arborly

Confused as to why anybody would be mad about people buying or using dusk moss

Told Gorgug that it would take a long time and a lot of materals to build a cell tower

Size 5 shoes (but likes a little toe room) with curled toes so he can puts little bells on them (sounds like the general style of shoes for the gnomes there as well)

Said hello to Zelda enthusiastically over a video call

Polly Pullypad and Osmand Wobbletrouble

Accidentally flew into where they stacked all the old pots and pans (Polly)

Brought Gorgug his altered shoes back and bowed to Gorgug

Asked to examine Gorgug's crystal in exchange for the spring shoes (Osmand)

Suggested they try to skip building a cell tower and connect directly to a satellite

(Unnamed Twins)

Shallower cone hats with tufts of fur on the ends of springs

Took gorgug shoes off his feet

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Devils

Vraz the Mean

Sarcastic erinyes with a +13 insight and a beautiful but uncannoy vally porcelain face with a beauty mark

When Fig and Kristen asked if she could leave the door open so they could follow "Are you guys having a fun time? BECAUSE YOU SEEM PRETTY FUCKING GLIB! Keep your sass to yourself!", but still left the door open

Got hissed at by Riz a lot (multiple quotes in dialogue)

Said she is having a bad time between her title (Vraz The Mean), species (Erinyes), running hell, and her title (Arch Secretary)

Called the tribunal into order (with her two co-jurors in a room with a small 3 seat judges bench), stating that it concerned the issue of Gortholax's infernal negligence

Tried to call her boss Blozo, but he couldn't come due to traffic

Found that being trapped in a gem counted as extenuating circumstances and he would not be punished, but they needed a new regnant for the Bottomless Pit so they called a recess while they consulted the bylaws.

Yelled at Fig for asking for help after the recess saying (in a durr voice) " *points at temple* Do you know what words mean!? Do you know what words mean!? *jacking off motion* Huh?"

Was going to imprison "the mortals", but was convinced by Hangman to put them under house arrest at The Bottomless Pit

Kystrona (Ky-stron-ah) The Chained

Vaguely humanoid figure that is just like

A person with chains coiled where arms would be as well as the torso and head, making a massive mound of chains

Moved with a lot of strain (including trying to shrug) and voice is muffled from all the chains

Lorzug (lore-zug) The Impaled

Bone thin naked person with incredibly pale skin and translucent vains all over

Impaled through the stomach about 10 feet up a jet black iron spike as they kick and scream

Only responded with screams

Retch Rot

Tiny blood red imp with a scorpion tail summoned by Fig's blood (calls her mistress)

Might look like a red Boggy with really long legs for his size (Ally wondered if he looked like "a really famous mouse", including suspenders, but I personally give Emily's description more weight as she is in fact in hell as Fig)

Valet to Fig while in the Bottomless Pit

Wanted to show them to their quarters and the many doors of The Bottomless Pit (but had to make it clear that the doors were just rooms in the pit and not portals)

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Flowerbeds and Fertile Soil: Chapter 1

Fandom: Good Omens

Rating: Explicit

Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens, )Anathema Device/Newton Pulsifer

Tags: Kidfic, Mpreg kind of, they can choose to present however so idk, Crowley Has A Vulva (Good Omens), Crowley Has A Penis (Good Omens), Aziraphale Has A Penis (Good Omens), Aziraphale Has A Vulva (Good Omens), OCs galor, parenting, using your snake form to avoid confrontation, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Pregnancy, if I missed a tag lemme know

Summary: They could do anything, go anywhere, all without the worry of Above or Bellow making a fuss. Even so, they mostly kept to their little patch of Eden, their cottage and garden and the simple life they’d carved out among the locals. Aziraphale opened a book shop in town, where he only occasionally sold any books (and the ones he did sell, were all modern and stocked specifically for that purpose). Crowley focused his attentions on the garden, and if he occasionally helped their elderly neighbour with her disobedient willow tree, then that was a secret no one needed to know.

Lately, however, they had both been feeling rather restless, unbeknownst to each other. Aziraphale tried reorganizing his store, changing the way he tied his bowtie and even ate pizza --something he considered to be far too messy for him personally. Crowley had branched out into birdwatching, and then car maintenance (the human way), and even reading. Nothing scratched the itch for either of them.

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Ten years. A cottage. The South Downs. Innumerable soft mornings in bed and long, exciting nights. Wine under their own apple tree, carefully cultivated to provide optimal shade during summer afternoons. Ten years of the rest of their lives. For Aziraphale and Crowley the time after the End that Wasn’t was nothing short of blissful perfection.

They could do anything, go anywhere, all without the worry of Above or Bellow making a fuss. Even so, they mostly kept to their little patch of Eden, their cottage and garden and the simple life they’d carved out among the locals. Aziraphale opened a book shop in town, where he only occasionally sold any books (and the ones he did sell, were all modern and stocked specifically for that purpose). Crowley focused his attentions on the garden, and if he occasionally helped their elderly neighbour with her disobedient willow tree, then that was a secret no one needed to know.

Lately, however, they had both been feeling rather restless, unbeknownst to each other. Aziraphale tried reorganizing his store, changing the way he tied his bowtie and even ate pizza--something he considered to be far too messy for him personally. Crowley had branched out into birdwatching, and then car maintenance (the human way), and even reading. Nothing scratched the itch for either of them.

It wasn’t until they visited Tadfield, for Anathema’s baby shower, that it occurred to either of them. They’d been to the others, of course, both ethereal entities were prominently featured in the other two Device-Pulcifer children. Little Charlotte and Annabella looked forward to seeing their uncles for monthly gatherings. And the third child, yet to be named, was likely to feel the same about the two.

“It’s only 2 more months now,” Anathema said, lounging in a comfortable chair in her and Newt’s back garden. She was surrounded by friends and family, including the Them, Shadwell and Madame Tracy, and Crowley. Aziraphale was over by the pot-luck table, making him and the demon plates of food. Crowley nodded along to the conversation, not participating much himself.

“You must be ready for it to be over,” Madame Tracy said sympathetically, filling up the witch’s glass with more. Anathema nodded enthusiastically--after 2 kids you stop pretending to love every moment of pregnancy.

“Definitely. They’ve been kicking me in the spine for ages!”

“Have you tried telling them off?” Crowley asked casually, sipping his own drink (lemonade spiked with a little something from his flask. “Can never start too early with that kind of thing you know.”

Anathema looked surprised, though not significantly, which was in opposition to Newt's shocked expression. Madame Tracy rolled her eyes and tutted disapprovingly.

“Weren’t you a Nanny?” Pepper asked, eyeing Crowley suspiciously. “Good Nannies don’t go around shouting at babies.”

“No one said anything about shouting,” Crowley drawled, sitting up a little straighter. “It’s all about balance. Set some boundaries, let them know they can’t get away with anything too mischievous.”

“I thought mischief was your thing?” Adam asked. Crowley made a kind of a wiggle motion with his palm and wrinkled his nose.

“Trust me, kid. There’s mischief and then there’s a 4-year-old who doesn’t know the meaning of ‘no’.”

“Oh are we talking about our mutual ward?” Aziraphale chimed in cheerfully, setting down the plates he’d made up. Crowley murmured his thanks and reached for a strawberry. “We did our best but he turned out quite beastly in the end.”

Crowley rolled his eyes. “You’re making it sound like he’s a murderer. He turned OK, better than his father at least.”

“You do have a point there.” The rest of the party-goers at the table all had variously dubious looks on their faces as if they were all thinking ‘who allowed these two to raise a child?’.

“Have you two raised many children together then?” Madame Tracy asked pleasantly. Crowley and Aziraphale both shook their heads a little sadly. “Oh whyever not? You both seem to love kids.”

“Well, it isn’t the done thing you know. An angel and a demon?” Aziraphale answered glumly. Next to him, Crowley shifted in his seat. “Warlock was the exception because both Heaven and Hell thought he was the antichrist.”

“But you don’t work for them anymore!” Adam pointed out, tucking his hands under his thighs and rocking excitedly. “You could do whatever you want!”

Something like dawning realization began to grow on both men’s faces. They could, in fact, do whatever they pleased without worrying about the repercussions from their former head offices. Though the idea of a child might be pushing it.

“You know I never really thought about it like that, thank you, dear boy,” Aziraphale, always better with words in the heat of the moment, said. Crowley sat wordlessly, gaping like a fish out of water. From the far side of the table, Anathema whispered something in Newt’s ear and they both chuckled.

“Yes, well,” Crowley blustered, suddenly standing. “More lemonade?” No one answered but he stalked off anyway. No one mentioned the fact that he was going to the exact opposite way of the refreshment table either.

Aziraphale watched him go with a bemused expression, though he didn’t seem worried. Instead, he turned back to Anathema and began asking her about baby names. The Them quickly got bored with the baby talk and wandered towards the empty bit at the back of the yard to play football. Madame Tracy and Shadwell were off in their own little world, looking at each other with disgustingly moony eyes. Crowley nearly gagged just from being in proximity to such mushy behaviour. As it was he was currently taking refuge back behind the hedgerow, growling at Newt’s freshly planted petunias.

After they were sufficiently chastized and looking marvellous, Crowley decided he had calmed down enough to actually brave the drinks table. There was an entire pitcher of lemonade left, still damp with condensation from the refrigerator, and it was practically calling to him. He made himself a cup and stealthily spiked it. He was just about to take a sip when he felt small hands tugging at the edge of his jacket.

“Uncle Crowley,” a tiny voice said, “can I have a sip?”

Crowley looked down, already knowing exactly what he would see. Little Lottie, with her dark brown eyes and mane of untameable brown hair stared back at him, then eyed his drink. Behind her, Bella peered up at him, always the shy one.

“Eh, not this one. I’ll make you both your own special ones, how does that sound?” With a quick miracle, he procured two plastic cups with curly straws, dangling them in front of the girls. Bella's eyes lit up but Lottie held strong.

“No ice cubes!” she declared, stamping her foot. Crowley hid his proud smile behind a small cough.

“No, no ice cubes. Just pure, sugar water for you and your sister,” he said, filling both glasses up and handing them over, but not before using a demonic miracle to replace the sugar with a healthier alternative. He crouched down to their level to whisper, “Have you two been behaving for your mum and dad?”

Bella nodded, too busy drinking and splashing lemonade all over herself. Lottie lifted her chin proudly.

“Sometimes! Jus’ like you and Uncle Aziraphale said!” She’s only recently gotten the hand of the angel’s fully name, and took every opportunity to show off. Annabella was still getting the hang of it.

“Uncle Azi says to always be nice to the other girls at school, even if they say mean things!” she exclaimed loudly, a sticky smile lighting up her face. At least her hair was short enough that it was mostly saved. Crowley didn’t want Anathema to truly despise him.

“And?”

“And you said to put gum in their hair when the teacher isn’t looking!”

“Good girl. Now go sit at the table with your lemonade. And don’t let your mom see you with it!” He added that last bit just to see the devious look on Lottie’s face as she and her sister scampered off. Somebody, he loved those kids, even if they were half Newton. He liked most children, actually, though those two little girls had definitely run off with his cold, dead heart.

“There you are, Crowley!” Crowley tried to hide his slight jump of surprise with a cough. Even though he knew that Azirapahel knew that neither of them had ever needed to cough in the entire history of the world. “I’ve been looking all over for you.”

“S’not like I went far angel,” Crowley replied, straightening his knees and then his spine with far too much crackling. “What’d you want?”

Aziraphale was immediately fussing with the demon’s collar and suit jacket, making sure it sat right. “Well, I thought as it’s getting rather late and we have a little bit of a drive ahead of us it might be time for us to toddle.”

“Toddle?” Crowley asked, wrinkling his nose with distaste.

“If you prefer I could say we should get a wiggle o--” Immediately Crowley was stalking past the angel and back to the rest of the party-goers, effectively cutting him off.

“No I do not prefer ‘wiggle on’! Somebodies' sake where do you keep getting these awful sayings from?” He knew the angel was following behind him with a silly grin on his face.

‘I don’t know what you’re talking about dear. Are you getting into one of your moods again?” Damn him, the bastard knew exactly how to rile Crowley up.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about dear,” Crowley mocked, hunching his shoulders even more. “Let’s just get the goodbyes over with so we can go.”

It took far too long, for Crowley’s tastes, to actually leave. He let Azirapahel do most of the talking and hugging, though he spared a moment to cuddle Lottie and Bella when they started to beg. Their tiny little arms wrapped around his shoulders as he hoisted them up, slinging them side to side just to hear their delighted shrieks. The first few times he’d done this Newt and Anathema had not been pleased, but Aziraphale had reminded them they were both ethereal beings with the ability to change reality, and the parents had decided to allow it after that.

“Goodbye, little ones,” Aziraphale said, giving each of the girls a hug. Crowley knew first-hand how good Aziraphale’s hugs were and made a mental note to get a few of his own when they got home.

“Not little anymore Uncle Aziraphale!” Lottie shouted, taking advantage of her ‘outside voice’. Annabella giggled at the nickname, more than happy to be the angel’s little girl.

“No, no, I suppose not Charlotte. You’re nearly all grown up aren’t you?” he answered with an indulgent smile. The little girl wiggled with delight, and also with the need to be let go so she could go off and get into some sort of mischief. “Go on, have a good day you two.”

Final goodbyes were said and then they were in the Bently, trundling down the road. Crowley had agreed to drive at a more decent pace within the towns and cities sometime after Lottie had been born. The demon claimed he enjoyed driving slowly to annoy the other drivers, but Aziraphale had a suspicion that it had to do with having mortal attachments and realizing the dangers little children could get into near roadways. Outside on the country roads they took to get back to the South Downs he made up for it though, gunning down them with double the enthusiasm. Aziraphale considered this enough of a compromise.

“Lovely party,” the angel remarked loudly over the roar of the Bently’s engine. Crowley nodded but didn’t take his eyes off the road. He was hoping to beat her personal speed record from Tadfield to the cottage. “The girls are growing up so fast!”

Another noncommittal noise as Crowley overtook a car, getting dangerously close to the side door to hiss a little bit. The other driver blanched and decided to pull over at the next rest stop for a bracing cup of coffee.

“You’re quite good with them!” Aziraphale continued on, undeterred by Crowley’s distraction. “If fact, I’d say you have a soft spot for children, my dear. First warlock, then Adam, now the girls.”

That did get Crowley’s attention, though he made sure not to show it. Really he’d always loved children. There had been the kids he snuck onto the arc, just a few, those he could grab and hide from the floodwaters. And others throughout the years, war orphans and kids alone in the world for whatever horrible reason. He gave food to beggars and donates some of his exorbitant--and useless--wealth to orphanages and programs to help children (all spun in some nonsensical way to please Hell, of course). He’d adored being Warlock’s nanny (which is why, even though he is a demon, he couldn’t be the one to pull the trigger on either him or Adam). But caring about kids wasn't cool, wasn’t demon-like, so he’d kept it quiet. Trust Aziraphale to see right through that.

“So?” Keep it short, simple. Let Aziraphale do the talking, he obviously had a point to make, rambling on as he was doing.

“So… I was thinking…”

“Spit it out angel!” Crowley snapped, taking a very sharp left turn into oncoming traffic. Aziraphale knew it wasn’t meant in a nasty way though, he had over six millennia of experience speaking ‘irritable demon’.

“I’ve been thinking, it would be nice to have that,” Aziraphale stuttered out, staring straight ahead at the road.

“Have what?”

“Oh, you know what I mean! Why are you being so difficult, Crowley?”

“I’m not! I don’t understand half the babble that comes out of your mouth angel and you expect me to when I’m dri--”

“Doyouwanttohavechildren?” Aziraphale asked all in one breath, refusing to look over at Crowley. Crowley jerked violently, nearly driving them into the ditch. A quick miracle prevented their untimely discorporations and the Bently rolled to a stop on the side of the road.

“What?” he asked incredulously jaw hanging open.

“Children!” Aziraphale squeaked, his hands flying up and fidgeting with his collar and bowtie. “I-I’ve become very fond of our Goddaughters and I was thinking--”

“And how exactly--” Crowley’s tone was venomous, though he didn’t know exactly why, “do you suggest we procure these children? Forge up some adoption papers for some human baby?”

“Oh Heavens no!” Aziraphale tittered. “Humans, well they have such a short life span. Though I wouldn’t be opposed, if that’s what you wanted to do. I was thinking more along the lines of the old fashioned way?”

“Know many women looking to have little angel babies or hellspawn then Aziraphale?” Crowley mocked. Honestly, he was being a bit of a prick and he knew it. This wasn’t the type of thing you just brought up on a casual Sunday drive home from a casual social arrangement! It was the type of thing you thing to be spoken about after a few good rounds of fucking, in that warm safe afterglow surrounded by your lover. It was supposed to be a big thing right? Humans made it a big thing. And what about the fact that apparently Aziraphale wanted to… with some human woman? Or that Crowley would have to… eugh.

“Of course not! There was quite enough of that with the Nephilim. No, I was hoping, one of us could do it.”

Crowley was nearly bowled over with shock. As it was his white-knuckle grip was nearly bending the steering wheel. For some reason his mind was supplying images of little blond-haired, pudgy baby angels scampering around their cottage, chased by redheaded little devils. The tiny pitter-patter of their feet, then laughter like bells. The look on one of the children from the Arc’s face when he’d had to explain what happened to their parents. A tiny grave outside a workhouse, mourned by only him and no one else.

“Absolutely not.” The world wasn’t a place for children, Crowley knew that for certain. Nevermind the idea of having one of his own to take care of to be responsible for. It’d been different with the others, temporary and always ‘part of the job’. Having one would be different. Scary.

“Oh.” Aziraphale’s voice was tiny and feather-light in the quiet of the idling Bently. It was the same tone of voice he made when all the crepes were gone, but significantly sadder. It made Crowley feel terrible, like he really was worthy of his Fall.

“What brought this on, angel?” he asked, trying to find a way out that didn’t break Aziraphale’s heart more. “You’ve never even mentioned kids before this. Didn’t think you really liked them, Warlock and the girls aside.”

“No, no, I do like them. Not near the books, mind, but they’re nice enough. They have such good imaginations.” Aziraphale spoke like someone trying very, very hard to give off the impression they were fine. He’d moved on to crumpling and straightening his bowtie repeatedly.

“Nice enough you decided to blindside me with this on the drive home?” Should he turn the car off for this? Another glance at his angel, so clearly distressed, then back at his own shaking hand on the keys convinced him. The silence was even more oppressive without the Bently’s purr.

Aziraphale worried his hands harder and Crowley made a mental note to take the angel out to get his weekly manicure a little earlier. “I didn’t think you’d react like this.”

“And how, exactly, did you think I’d act? This world is fucked up Aziraphale, not to mention what Heaven and Hell would do if we made a bunch of half and half sprogs?” How was Aziraphale not seeing how impossible what he was asking was?

Finally Aziraphale looked over at him. His grey-blue eyes were soft and sad. It made Crowley want to look away, and he briefly did behind his glasses.

“I--I hadn’t thought about what our previous sides might think, to be perfectly honest,” he admitted, sounding a little embarrassed. “I got caught up in--well, it seems I haven’t thought this through. Forget I said anything, my dear.”

There was the out Crowley had been looking for, a good reason to start the Bently back up and continue on their way. Maybe he could spend the rest of the afternoon in his garden, ripping weeds out of the ground with great fervour. Not that his garden had weeds, but the roses had been slacking so they’d make do.

But he could just leave things as they were now, with Aziraphale looking so crushed. “What were you thinking then? Why now?”

A light blush spread over the angel’s cheeks as he glanced away again. “Oh well, I was only talking to Anathema about the girls, and the new little one coming soon and it sounds so… nice. She and Newt have been very happy and I’ve loved watching the girls get older and learn new things. Then I thought of us doing the same with our own little family and, well I guess I got a bit carried away.”

Carried away was right. The happiness that the Device-Pulcifer family had was not for them, couldn’t be for them. It wouldn't be safe or fair to bring children made of both of them into this world. Not when Heaven and Hell would just want them destroyed.

“We can’t, angel,” Crowley said quietly, letting his hands fall into his lap. “Even if we wanted to you know our ex-sides wouldn’t stand for it. They’ve been leaving us alone but you damn-well know they’d come back if there were kids.”

“So, you do want them? W-with me I mean?” Trust Aziraphale to ignore all the practical bit and cling to that. Crowley shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

“Angel…” he said warningly, a bit of a growl to his voice. Aziraphale kept going.

“Crowley please, I don’t understand why you’re so against this! You love Charlotte and Annabella, I’ve seen it!”

“Of course I love them!” Crowley said, exasperated. “But we can’t have that. Even if we want to, we can’t. It isn’t safe.”

Another ringing silence where Crowley expected Aziraphale to sigh, then ask him to continue driving. Once home the angel would head back to his reading room with a cup of cocoa and not speak to Crowly for a few hours. Later they’d makeup and it’d be over and done with. But it wouldn’t, not really. No something this important was going to be shoved under the rug, they’d learned their lesson from 6000 of pining.

“I think you are being a coward, Crowley,” Aziraphale said quietly but firmly. “I have never known you to fear Heaven of Hell, not even once. This isn’t about them this is about us.”

Crowley seethed, his lips pulled back in a snarl. “You always see the bright side, you’re never realistic! What happens if we do that then, what happens when Heaven and Hell come and there’s nothing we can do to stop them from taking them away and--”

“Crowley!” Aziraphale cried all pretenses at a hard exterior dropped. “My dearest, you have been thinking about this.”

“We both know Heaven is bad, cold and fucking beurocratic. A bad place for kids. And Hell, they’d be better off dead than in Hell angel make no mistake about that. I can’t--” Crowley took a shuddering breath, staring at Aziraphale, hoping to make him see, “I can’t bring them into the world only for them to be poked and prodded and tortured. I can’t be that cruel. I won’t.”

“But we made sure they won’t be coming after us for a long time, maybe never even. Surely the fact that we’ve been together a decade and not hear so much as a peep means we’re off the hook,” Aziraphale argued. It made Crowley’s blood boil, how naive Aziraphale could be sometimes. How he still, after all this time, believed Heaven and Hell would keep their word.

“There’s no proof of that. And I might like to live life in the fast lane but not if it means getting kids hurt.” Aziraphale went to open his mouth but Crowley continued. “You know 10 years is a blink of the eye for us, and even more so for Above and Below. Talk to me in a millennia angel.”

“But you do want them. You just don’t think it’s safe right now?” Aziraphale looked hopeful again and Crowley didn’t have it in him to crush him a third time.

“Yeah, yeah I guess. But we can’t.” He tried to put emphasis on that last big but Aziraphale was already learning over, placing his hand on Crowley’s shoulder and squeezing.

“Thank you, Crowley. I’m very sorry for calling you a coward, among the other things I said.”

This all felt a little easy to Crowley, but by that point, he was desperate for anything to end it. It gave him an out without having to resolutely say no, something he found almost impossible when it came to Aziraphale. Let him hope that they’d have another 1000 years undisturbed.

“Whatever, angel. Can we finish our drive in peace?” Aziraphale nodded, smiling slightly though his posture was still a little uncomfortable. Crowley shifted the Bently back into gear and felt the warm eat of Aziraphale’s hand rest over his. Even though he was still a little ticked off Crowley allowed it, relieved to know Aziraphale wasn’t actually angry with him for saying no.

“Of course, I won’t say another word about it today.” Crowley noted the add-on of “today” but still kept silent. Something told him he hadn’t quite won this battle yet.

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Chapter 15: Insurance

Disclaimers: i do not own supernatural or any of its characters, nor do i own jenny; i only own elliana and anaya

@sarimaposthumous helped write some dialogue between ellie and lucifer and also the ‘flashback’ at the high priestess. And also proofread. Thanks babe <3

Time frame: Season 11-12

Warnings: angst; TRIGGER WARNINGS: brief implied sexual assault in recap, implied suicide attempt at very end (last few paragraphs) with blood mentioned

Notes: glad to be back in the swing of writing again. It took me awhile to get into this chapter and was only able to write a couple paragraphs at a time so it might suck but here it is anyway!

Please leave comments! Thank you for reading! <3

THEN

“Sam, Dean. Good to see you again. And who’s this with you? New travel buddy? I’m Lucifer, though I’m assuming you already knew that,” the devil said, talking directly to Elliana now. “What’s your name?”

“Go to hell,” Ellie said coldly.

“Oh, I just got out of there, sweetheart,” he easily countered.

“Don’t call me sweetheart,” she spat, taking a challenging step forward. Sam and Dean pulled her back, causing Lucifer to smirk.

“I like her,” he said to the boys. “Feisty.”

“Lucifer,” Ellie said a bit distastefully, though her heart dropped to her stomach. “What do you want?” she snapped.

“Now now,” Lucifer tisked. “Damon, here, wanted to just kill you. But I had him bring you here instead. So you should really be thanking me,” Lucifer said, nodding as he continued. “I thought we could chat a bit – get to know each other.”

Lucifer put his hand on top of Elliana’s head, grasping it.

Ellie blacked out for a second before a mixture of images and feelings flashed across her mind. Her parents lying dead on the ground; falling to her knees, scared, and awaiting her death; Running fearfully from a demon; starving on the side of the road with no money left to afford a place to sleep; and-

Ooooh, what’s this? Lucifer’s voice practically purred in her mind - and Ellie could hear the smirk in it. Let’s play with this a little.

“You’re too weak. You’re powerless. There’s nothing you can do to stop me,” the vamp smirked. He fed off her until she passed out.

The rest of that day was filled with feelings of fear, powerlessness, and struggling. Her body being overtaken by his. Whatever innocence she had left from her last run in with him being stolen from her.

“All I know is that damn demon that killed her folks somehow found and possessed her, poofed her to Ohio, and dropped her off with Lucifer. He messed with her head then my contact found her. Crowley said she hasn’t said a thing since. Just been up in her room, huddled in the corner, terrified. My contact doesn’t know what Lucifer did or made her see - but she said Ellie won’t even let anyone touch her.”

NOW

Pain. That was the first sensation Elliana felt. She didn’t quite wake up; she didn’t breathe first. There was just pain. And she couldn’t tell which was worse - the physical pain, or the emotional pain.

Ellie had been writing in her journal when Garth came upstairs. “Hey Ells, I hate to pull you away before dinner but do you think you could make a quick diaper run? Jim had to go out and I was gonna help Bess feed the pup,” he asked. Elliana was more than glad to go out. It was good timing, too, since Anaya was due for a walk.

On their way, Castiel had appeared looking worked up. As soon as Cas had appeared, Anaya turned around and pricked her ears up apprehensively.

“Cas? What are you doing here?” Ellie asked cautiously, wondering why the angel would come to her since she was on hiatus from hunting; and even more so without calling or texting her first.

“Sam and Dean are in trouble and require your assistance immediately. If we had another option we would take it but you are the only one available.”

Once Cas spoke, Anaya quickly stepped in front of Ellie and lowered her ears and growled lowly at the angel.

“Anaya, what’s wrong with you?” Ellie asked, thoroughly confused. “It’s Cas!” she said, extending an arm towards him. Anaya took a challenging step forward and bared her teeth, snarling now. Elliana took these cues and pulled her angel blade out of her jacket, gripping it in an offensive position towards ‘Cas’.

“Who are you?” Ellie challenged.

“I know I’m in a different suit and all, but you still don’t know me?” the imposter said with a smirk. Their irises flashed a bright red and Anaya wasted no more time in lunging forward at Lucifer.

“ANAYA, NO!!!” Ellie screamed, trying to grab the dog’s collar. It was unsuccessful.

Lucifer flicked his wrist and it was done.

Anger, sadness, depression, fury, confusion; every emotion flashed through Ellie suddenly and all at once, sending her flying at Lucifer, angel blade pulled back to stab him in the chest but instead was met with two fingers to her forehead that sent her into a deep rest.

“Wake up, Ells!” a loud voice sneered, sending a splitting headache through Elliana’s skull. She squeezed her already closed eyes, now wet with tears, and turned her face into the floor; she now realized she was laying on a cold cement floor. A foot pushed her onto her side and she groaned, planting a hand on the floor to ground herself.

Cas- Lucifer paced idly around Ellie with a smirk as she roused, taking pleasure in her contorted face and bruised body.

“Have a nice nap?” he quipped, smirking still.

Elliana, face still turned into the pavement, said to him in a cracking voice, “You killed my dog. You killed Anaya.” She took a pause to let out a silent sob. “Why did you come for me? I’m not even hunting right now.” The girl now pushed herself up begrudgingly, every limb sore, and sat up against the wall behind her. “And I’m warded,” she continued. “How did you find me?”

Lucifer chuckled a bit, as if it was a silly question. “Jenny led me to you, of course,” he said. Ellie still was unnerved with Lucifer in Cas’ vessel; speaking in his voice.

The girl scoffed a bit, eyes still closed. “Yeah, right. Why the hell would Jenny do that to me? Especially when she was the one to get you away from me in the beginning.”

Cas-Lucifer gave the girl a smug look. “Oh, she never told you? That was all just a show. Jenny and I have quite the romance going on,” he smirked again (which Elliana was quite frankly getting sick of).

Ellie finally opened her eyes to squint at Ca- Lucifer. “Why would Jenny be with someone like you?” she spat. “The one that tortured me? She’s like a sister to me, and I’m one to her. And she was the one to help me get Sam back so you weren’t let out of the cage again.”

“Ohhh that little trip. Did you like her little nickname for me?” he said, ignoring her common sense.

Jenny scoffed at Crowley. “Do you really expect us to believe you want the Winchesters back in action? I’m sure business has been booming since they shoved Luci back in the cage and Dean hooked up with Lisa.”

“That whole trip was a pretty good coverup, minus the nickname slipup. That little ‘favor’ she owed me for letting you go? She had to get me out of the cage. But it turned out not to even be an issue for Jenny; she wanted me out,” C-Lucifer explained, still pacing in front of Ellie.

“No...no,” Elliana said, slowly shaking her head. “I don’t believe you. Jenny would never do that to me,” she continued, though her voice shook with emotion. She couldn’t help but think about what Lucifer was saying. Every cell in her body reminded her that he was the father of lies. He was just trying to beat her down. But how else would he have been able to find me? She thought. The guys don’t know where Garth’s place is and I turned the tracker on my phone off. And I’m warded so Cas/Lucifer wouldn’t be able to find me...and Jenny does keep tabs on a lot of hunters…

C-Lucifer smirked deeper, sensing the uncertainty in her. “Let’s go back in time then.” He approached her and lifted a hand towards her head, making her push herself further into the wall. “Don’t worry,” he soothed. “We’re not going to your past,” he continued, kneeling down and putting a hand on her head. “We’re going to mine.”

The two end up in The High Priestess to see Jenny on her laptop at the bar. Lucifer is standing next to Ellie with his arms crossed. Lucifer, who looks like Nick again says, “I took the liberty of changing into Nick for this little show-and-tell as opposed to your little winged friend.”

Ellie turned to see Castiel enter the bar and Jenny looked up at him, slightly taken aback by this handsome stranger. “Welcome,” she says. “Can I get you anything?”

“Just a whole lot of you,” Cas winks, his eyes turning red before blinking them back to normal.

“Lucifer!” Jenny exclaimed before leaving the bar and pulling him into a hug. He grabbed her face and pulled her into a kiss. Next to Ellie, Lucifer snapped his fingers and she saw the Castiel next to Jenny transform into “Nick.” Ellie looked at Lucifer who shrugged.

“Sorry, I couldn’t bear to see that goody two shoes angel all over my girl,“ he emphasized to Ellie to try to prove his point.

“You’re finally out of the cage!” Jenny exclaimed but took a step back to look him over. “But why do you look like this?”

“I just had to ride this vessel out to get out of there as fast as I could; I couldn’t wait to see you, babe. Not that you did much to help seeing as I was in there long enough. It seems like you didn’t even try to free me.” He stepped towards her almost menacingly, pulling a fake pout.

Jenny bit her lip and her shoulders slumped. “I’ll admit, I gave a half-hearted attempt to try to free you, but Ellie got me to try and help her free Sam and it was hard to do both without her knowing….” Jenny crossed her arms, looking at Lucifer who almost looked dejected. “And after you tormented her, how could I turn around and be with you again? I was just so torn.”

Lucifer pulled Jenny’s arms around him and held her. “So, you’re saying that without Ellie, we could be together? No uncertainties?”

Jenny slightly pulled back to look up at him, “Honestly, yeah. She’s a reckless girl who can barely keep it together to hunt properly. I’m always stuck worrying about her and yet again I am sacrificing my happiness for her,” Jenny sighed and put her forehead to his chest.

He brushed his fingers through her hair. “Don’t worry Jenny. I’ll take care of that brat for you.”

“You will?” Her question was muffled by his chest.

“Of course. Anything for you, babe.”

The Lucifer next to Ellie snapped his fingers and they were transported to Jenny’s room. They could see the two of them kissing and Ellie could tell where this was going.

“Enough!” Ellie barked, turning her head away. Lucifer was leaning against the wall watching the scene intently.

“Oh come on, this is the best part.” Ellie turns around, grabbing her hair in her hands. Lucifer sighed and said, “Ugh fine. Prude,” and snaps his fingers, taking them back to reality.

“Do you believe me now?” Ca-Lucifer asked. “She knows how much I hurt you but she still wanted to be with me. I almost hate to say this but her relationship with me seems to outweigh your safety and friendship. Guess she wasn’t who you thought she was after all. Which is all the better for me.”

Elliana closed her eyes again so Ca-Lucifer. It’s Lucifer! she had to remind herself. She closed her eyes again so Lucifer wouldn’t see the tears building up. She didn’t want to believe what she saw but...for some reason she did. And it broke her heart.

“So why haven’t you killed me already?” she asked through gritted teeth.

“What’s the fun in that?” Lucifer asked, acting shocked at the question. “Besides, I need to have something over the Winchesters when this whole battle-against-the-darkness thing is over. Don’t worry, I’ll check back regularly,” he fake-assured her. “If I can’t, I’ll have Damon do it,” he continued, his smirk reappearing. “But first, let me just take a little picture to show them...there we go.”

Then, he snapped his fingers and vanished; leaving Ellie with only her mind. And that was just about as bad as being stuck with Lucifer.

Sam and Dean were in the library of the bunker, reading through lore to try and find anything and everything on the Darkness. Sure, they had Lucifer’s eventual help, but they still needed a game plan. Both boys’ phones buzzed at the same time, Sam’s once - indicating a message, and Dean’s ongoing - Garth was calling.

Sam opened the message, seeing it was from Cas, and saw it had a picture attached but was taking time to download.

Dean picked up the phone and Sam glanced up at him when Dean greeted him.

“Woah, Garth - slow down, man. Ga-Garth! Calm down! Now, slowly tell me what’s going on,” he commanded, initially unphased by the lanky hunter fumbling over his words.

As Garth began explaining things to Dean, Sam glanced down at his phone again to see the picture from Cas had finished downloading. His heart dropped to his stomach when he pulled it up.

“Dean-”

“Sam-”

The brothers spoke over each other, frightened looks on their faces and they looked back at one another. Sam held his phone up for Dean to show him the picture. Before either of them could utter another word, the bunker’s door opened and slammed shut again. Cas sauntered down the iron stairs, his posture in itself an indicator to the boys that Cas was not the one driving at the moment.

The boys abruptly stood up, each pulling out their angel blade, and faced Lucifer.

“Now, now, boys, do anything with those little sticks in your hands and you kill your angel buddy. I don’t think you want that, do you?” he taunted.

“What did you do with Ellie?!” Sam and Dean yelled simultaneously.

“She’s safe. For now,” Lucifer said, crossing his arms with a smirk.

“What do you want?!” Dean asked, still wielding his angel blade. He knew it wouldn’t do a thing against Lucifer but he had to have some kind of defense.

“Elliana is...insurance,” he said. “I just want to be sure when this whole mess is over you don't do anything to send me back to the cage. I won’t do anything to her if you leave me be.”

Sam straightened up, still clutching his angel blade. “Yeah? And how do we know you won’t hurt her anyway?” he asked, not believing a thing Lucifer said.

“You don’t,” he answered right away. “But do you really want to take that chance?”

“Cas, come on; help us out, man,” Dean begged, voice still rough.

“Oh I’m sorry, Cas isn’t available at the moment - would you like to leave a message?” Lucifer said smugly, fully enjoying this game.

The brothers stood down, giving each other woeful glances. For now, there was nothing they could do.

Back in the cement cell, Elliana paced rapidly, running her hands through her hair.

This can’t be happening, she thought. I finally got away from it all. I was healing through therapy, I had a family life with Garth and his family, I was going to earn my degree soon. I was away from hunting.

Then her thoughts began to get darker, realizing what she was bound to be in for. Torture, extended solitary confinement, more traumatic memories connected with Lucifer and Damon.

No, Ellie thought once more. I can’t do this again.

Frantically looking around the room again, having already looked for ways out, her eyes stopped at the small mirror hung on the wall. Her heart clenched at the thoughts crossing her mind but her fear won control and she threw her fist at the mirror, shattering it into pieces. She took a moment to look at her broken reflection on the floor before picking up a piece of glass. The last thing she remembered was the warmth of the blood running from her throat and the fluttering of wings.

Chapter 16 ->

#supernatural #Supernatural fanfic #supernatural fanfiction #spn #spn fanfic #spn fanfiction #spn fandom #Sam Winchester #sam and dean #Sam and Dean Winchester #dean winchester #castiel #lucifer #Garth Fitzgerald IV

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inkribbon796 · 6 years ago

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Under the Waves

Summary: Jack and Nate look for clues on how to contain or at least keep their doppelgängers from causing more destruction. Unfortunately it means traversing a near frozen lake in the middle of winter, so they have to call in a favor.

PSA: don’t swim in a frozen lake caves, it’s not safe.

Sean was working at his computer, sitting in his apartment. It was late and he wanted to sleep in his own bed. He usually spent time in his own apartment. More and more people were starting to call him Jack instead of Jackie, which would have been more common back home, but here in Egoton it was catching on more. He still got both, but the change was refreshing.

So he was at home, spending time with his cat and his girlfriend when he got a call. It was his person phone though, it was Jackie’s.

Sean sighed, there went his evening. He picked it up, “H’ello?”

“Hey, Jackaboy,” the speaker called out. “How’s it going?”

“Nate?” Sean leaned forward. “Ye still alive?

“Yeah, yeah, look, I’m coming back to town,” Nate told him. “Tell me, is Natemare still in town?”

“Course he is,” Sean scoffed. “Causing all kinds ‘a trouble, got away from yah didn’t he?”

“Well you try controlling a glitch demon bent on absolute destruction,” Nate responded. “Bet Anti’s been a saint.”

“Shut up,” Sean rolled his eyes. “Call me when you come in, it’d be nice to catch up. I know Mark and the other guys would like to see you again.”

“Will do, I found something, something that’ll help me contain that freak for longer than an hour,” Nate offered. “Who knows? Might even work on Anti.”

Sean sat up, “Yer pullin’ my nads.”

“I don’t know yet,” Nate admitted, sounding hesitant. “But it’s the best lead I’ve gotten in years, and I’m off tour so I’m willing to take it.”

“Yah got a source fer that?” Sean was already pulling up something to look it up.

“Well it’s off the beaten path,” Nate answered. “You know that lake in Egoton that hooks up to the river?”

“Do ye know how cold it is here in Egoton?” Sean growled. “This is one of the worst winters in years, we got three feet of snow out there.”

“I know, it’s why I want to check before we go, maybe you can ask around to check if there’s even a place like that. I know you’re around some people that specialize in weird stuff like that.”

Jack rolled his eyes. “Less specialist an’ more magical fanboy. He’ll try just about anything twice, he’s charred his own eyebrows off at least a hundred times by now.”

“Well, he knows more than the guy I was talking to, I swear he like some a grave digger or something,” Nate admitted. “So I tried to get away from him pretty fast.”

“Yeah good call,” Sean agreed. “Well, hope you get back to town safely.”

After their goodbyes, Jack wrapped up what he was doing and then headed over to the base. Quickly heading into Marvin’s smaller library, his books kept away from the Host’s sprawling basement library. This room was used to hold Marvin’s collection of magical books and his collection of journals he used to practice his acts and spellwork.

Jack saw Silver out of costume, talking to Marvin. He had his arm in a sling, which surprised Jack because of his super strength and quick healing.

“Well I don’t know what set them off, but it had to be something,” Mark spat in anger.

“Hey, what happen?” Jack made himself known to the other two heroes in the room. “Ye lose a fight with a brick wall?”

Mark stared at him before marching over and taking his hands from his pocket.

“Hey,” Jack spat, Mark dropped the speedster’s phone in a box with Mark and Marvin’s phones. “Gimme back by phone ye douchebag.”

“Did you say or do anything to Dark or Anti?” Mark demanded, pointing at him with his still good hand.

“No, why?” Jack asked.

“Cause they’re both pissed at each other,” Mark spat. “I don’t know what happened but they’ve been tearing into each other. It means that Dark’s network is half as efficient but even Wilford is avoiding Dark. I just wanted to make sure it wasn’t you.”

“No, I’m clean. Did Dark do that?” Sean pointed at Mark’s arm.

“Not technically, Anti was trying to throw a piece of pipe at Dark, and Dark used me as a meatshield,” Mark sighed. “Doc had to reset the bone because it was already growing back wrong.”

“Ouch,” Jack cringed. “So we don’t know what happened?”

“No,” Marvin dragged his fingers across his face, “but Anti’s been trying ta take me o’er e’ery chance he gets so I’ve been makin’ wards all night.”

“Really fast before ye sleep, Nate is coming by an’ we wanted to know if yah’ve heard ‘a White Ridge Island?”

“In the lake?” Mark asked. “The really creepy island in the middle with all the holes?”

“Yeah, have yah been there?” Jack asked.

“No,” Mark snorted, as if Jack was crazy. “What part of creepy, cursed island don’t you understand? I don’t believe in ghosts, but there’s all kinds of stuff wrong with the place.

“I’ve heard ‘a the place,” Marvin admitted. “It’s the one with all the underwater caves, right?”

“You’re planning on going, and I just wanna say: nope,” Mark already decided. Then he looked down, “I’ve never been so happy to have a broken arm.

Sean rolled his eyes. “Look, Nate is pretty sure we got a lead ta be able ta stop Natemare an’ Anti from causin’ so much destruction. I want ta find out about it before Anti finds out we’re onta him.”

“You’re insane,” Mark reminded. “We’re in the middle of the coldest months of the year.”

“Give me a sec,” Marvin yawned and walked back to a bookshelf to grab a rather ratty looking journal. Careful with this, it’s protected with magic but it can’t take too many hits.”

“Alright, thanks,” Sean smiled. “I promise not to let this thing get wet.”

“It’s freezing cold, make sure you’ve got e’erythin’ yah need, an’ take these,” Marvin held up two necklaces with just a large stone with drawing etched into each of them. “It’ll keep the surroundin’ water around ye at room temp two hours after it first makes contact wit’ water, if ye need it. Be quick, don’t be dumb, don’t sleep on the damn island.”

“Really, yer just going to hand me these?” Sean asked.

“Only cause yer dumb as bricks an’ I don’t want to go myself,” Marvin dismissed. “In the first page of the journal is the name ‘a the only guy crazy enough to take ye out in this weather. He’s as tall as a tree an’ built like one too, ye’ll know him when yah see him.”

“I owe yah,” Jack smiled and grabbed his phone from the box. “Hope I bring back good news.”

“Don’t drown,” Mark warned him.

“Won’t,” Jackie was already running to get back downstairs, making sure he wasn’t in costume before he left to meet Nate, keeping both the book and necklaces out of the snow. He met Nate at this pub named: The Grey Otter that sat close to the industrial part of the city, but was closer to the large river that led north to Lake Doomstrum.

Now that he was going to actually head towards the lake, he wanted to know who the hell in Egoton had been responsible for naming stuff. If he had to put money down it was probably Dark.

The two of them walked in and Jack started looking around when he saw him, the guy must have been ten feet tall, at least. Nate looked over to him before they walked over to him.

“Hey, buddy,” Sean spoke up. “Are ye Captain Magnum?”

“Who be asking?” The huge tower of a man asked, turning to them.

“I heard from a friend that yer crazy enough to help us,” Jack said. “There’s this abandoned island with some buried treasure from the center of the island. Some ancient diagrams on the cave we want. It’ll take two hours top and you won’t have to get into the water.”

“Arrr,” the Captain smiled down at Nate and Jackie. “What type ‘a treasure are we talking about?”

Jack took out an old picture of a ferry ship, it was a black and white picture with a large house in the middle of the large island. “Bout 150 years ago there was this old house that buried a lot of their fortune there and never came back for it. The island hasn’t been touched since, not sure why.”

“Sounds like it be haunted,” Magnum grinned.

“Nah,” Nate rolled his eyes, “I think the place was Dark’s before he started working out of the warehouses. It’s a shady-as-hell island in the middle of a lake.”

Magnum shrugged, “Sounds good to me.”

“So, yah in?” Jack smiled. “Marvin said you could help us.”

“Ahh, the cat magician,” Cap. Magnum smiled. “Well, he did help me an’ me crew out in Cancun. So long as ye don’t get between me and me treasure, we should gettin’ along swimmin’ly.”

“Was that a pun?” Jack asked, mentally asking himself when Marvin had the time to flake off to go to Cancun and didn’t tell him.

“Do we have ourselves a deal, boys?” the Captain smiled.

“Yeah, we just want some cave drawings, ye can have anythin’ else,” Jackie agreed. “Consider it even fer dragging you out in the snow.”

“Aye,” Magnum smiled and they shook on it, Jack’s hand just being engulfed by the pirate’s. “Thar be a deal. Ye two got some names?”

“Just call me Jack,” Sean said. “This is Nate.”

“Well, if ye boys are up fer it, we’ll take yah on tomorrow, how does that sound?” Magnum boasted.

Sean looked at Nate. “I’m still in town,” Nate smiled.

Cap. Magnum laughed and slapped both of them on the back. “Join us boys, let’s get to know yah.”

Jack looked at the beer stein glasses on the table, knowing that he was going to drop after maybe a couple of those. He tried to back out of it, but Sean and Nate found themselves at the table with them. Sure enough Sean blacked out somewhere in the day and woke up with a terrible hangover. Nate looked pretty bad too, but he woke up before Jack did.

“Aren’t you Irish?” Nate tried to grin but it came off more as a pained grimace.

“Haha,” Jack spat, glaring at him. “Imma kick yer ass.”

After a bit and getting something that would help his raging headache calm down, and some sunglasses, Jack got onto the deck of the ship, both in warm jackets.

“I see you landlubbers don’t have the stomach fer a good, stiff drink,” Magnum smiled.

“Yeah, yeah,” Jack groaned. “How long until we reach the island?”

“Not much longer,” the Captain smiled. “We were delayed by a snowstorm.”

“Right,” Nate said. “Hey, Jack, you’re sure that those necklaces are going to work?”

“Yeah,” Jack told him. “I’ve seen Marv use them before.”

“Kay, ‘cause I’m not freezing to death, not even for this,” Nate reminded.

“Me neither,” Sean agreed. The island came into view through the winter fog and falling snow.

“Land ho!” Cap. Magnum called out and they were anchored and tethered to shore.

Sean and Nate went to go change into gear that would help them cross through the cave.

“Would be way easier if that American prick didn’t fear the water,” Jackie grumbled.

“Least we still have cell reception if anything happens,” Nate reminded.

Jack led them to a cave off to the side of the island. Not too far from the ship. Immediately upon stepping into the cave, both of them realized how warm it was compared to the outside temperature. Which was weird, and unnerving. The water in the half-flooded cave was almost room temperature already, and there was a walkway to the other side, but it looked as if it had gone unused for years and had fallen into almost complete disrepair.

Nate gave it a suspicious look, hiking the bag closer to him. “Five bucks says a couple feet in it gets freezing.”

“I bet yah yer right,” Jack agreed and they started to get prepped to navigate through it, moving slowly and marking the exit of the main cave, walking for a bit and marking every time they had to vere into a new tunnel.

It didn’t take long to reach a second large opening that ended in a small tunnel about weight height. Further down the caveb ut it was pitch black.

Nate used a flashlight to see that the cave seemed to keep going into the abyssal blackness, it was more than enough to fit both of them through at the same time, but only just.

“Oh that looks like a murder hole,” Nate stared into the tunnel, trying to angle his flashlight to see deeper down it. A couple rats scurried farther down the tunnel, the two guys only catching the reflection of their eyes.

But further down the tunnel was something scored into the walls. “I’ll go,” Jack groaned.

“You sure?” Nate asked, already moving to get out of the water. “Cause I say we don’t.”

“I’ve got the faster healing,” Jack pulled himself out and into the tunnel. “Just don’t get grabbed by a lake monster. Hand me the camera and the flashlight.”

“Hurry back, don’t go so far down you can’t see me,” Nate warned him. “I wanna leave as quickly as possible. You want me to hum something?”

“If it summons your double, no,” Jack already crawling towards the stuff on the wall and fell into another cave that just a second ago he swore didn’t exist. He swore as he fell on his face, almost breaking his nose.

“Sean?” Nate called out, “where are you?”

“In here, there’s a whole other cave,” Jack stuck his head back into the tunnel. “It sucks in here.”

That’s when he looked around at the tunnel, starting to hear a shuffling down the tunnel and turned to see Nate following him. There was something just . . . wrong about this place. Like it was coiling something in his stomach and his feet. Almost like the place should be accompanied by creepy Gregorian orchestra chanting and a monster watching him. But there was just silence.

Before he could tell Nate to stay back, he was already tumbling into the cave. “Ouch,” he grumbled. “Where are we?”

Jack shined the flashlight around to see massive reliefs burned into the stone, it showed a figure plunging a knife into its chest with a misty blackness behind it.

“Uhhh,” Nate responded. “Hope that’s not the spell we need.”

Jack looked around to see an image of what for a second he thought looked like Dark, the image lacked eyes and a mouth, but it had Dark’s stubble beard and mustache, a crack in the cave wall that split Dark’s face in half. Right next to him was an image with a black mark across its neck, and another with black lines scored down its face.

“Anti’s not from here,” Sean voiced in surprise. “I’m from Ireland. There’s no way he comes from Egoton.”

“And I’m from Virginia,” Nate reminded. “I don’t think this is the weirdest thing we’ve come across.”

Jack walked over to look at the writing under each of the figures, the letters under Dark’s picture was especially faded.

“How old is Dark?” Nate asked, walking up to the one with the lines running down its eyes to touch the image before pulling his hand away as if it had shocked him.

“Older than Mark’s folks,” Sean admitted. “Old as the town.”

“Right,” Nate hummed.

Jack and Nate began taking pictures of the walls, making sure to get a clear shot of any detail they could find and then left. Quickly leaving the tunnel and following the rope back. The oppressive weight of the room lifting the further they got from it and the images on the wall.

The two heroes got back to the ship, the snow storm picking up again and they rushed to get back to the part of the ship they’d been sleeping at. Nate already starting to his computer and send them back to Marvin.

Marvin was quick to get into contact with them, as Magnum was coming back with a couple heavy-looking wooden boxes.

“What the hell was Anti doin’ there?” Marvin demanded, not even bothering with a hello. His voice crackling over the speaker of Jack’s phone.

“Yah tell me,” Jack responded. “I couldn’t read any ‘a that stuff.”

“Okay so, from the big one with our rogues’ gallery on it, it’s not a summoning stone,” Marvin reporter. “I doubt whatever the hell it is, is all sunshine and rainbows, but they didn’t come from that cave.”

“That’s good right?” Nate asked.

“Depends,” Marvin admitted and they could hear the rustling of papers. “On who made it, an’ why they made it in the first place. I’m gonna need more time ta decipher this, but it’s gonna take ages cause I don’t speak whate’er the shite this dead scrawl is.”

“Ask King,” Sean realized, feeling like a complete idiot for not bringing him along in the first place. “He knows like five languages, an’ the Docs always have him translatin’ stuff.”

Marvin was quiet for a second or two, “Huh, that might work.”

Nate pulled the phone closer to him, “Hey, Marv, somewhere in there is supposed to be a containment spell. So keep it off the books, okay?”

“Right,” Marvin agreed. “Gotta get started on this, see yah freaks around.”

“Good luck, an’ thanks,” Seán told him. “I’ll try and keep Anti off ‘a yah.”

“I’d appreciate that,” Marvin told him. “I do know something though: whoever dug or found the tunnel was using it like a dowsing rod for demons and other creatures like that, so they could track ‘em. It’s like a records room.”

“Thanks for your help,” Nate said before Jack could.

“Sure, I’ll get back to you two when I have something concrete,” Marvin excused, and then the call ended.

“I’m going to start searching for other leads,” Nate decided immediately, taking his computer back.

“Good idea,” Jack groaned. “Least I got out ‘a the base.”

He stood up, “I’m going to go see what that pirate guy’s up to, see you around.”

“Yeah, thanks,” Nate was always looking at his computer. “Have fun.”

“Nothin’ else to do right now,” Sean shrugged and walked back up to the deck to talk to Magnum until they made landfall again.

#Superhero AU #Masks and Maladies #Jacksepticeye #Nathan Sharp #Markiplier #Jackieboy Man #Marvin the Magician #Silver Shepherd #Cap Magnum #ahwm Magnum #magic #novice's attempts at spelunking safety #never split the party

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braveskyered · 6 years ago

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Knights (Part 6)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

A mission and then a family reunion. Fun!

...Right?

Part 6: Working So You Could Like This Rhythm

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Occasionally, Arthur would join Elaine on her ghost investigations.

With his wedding ring being imbibed with various charms and protection spells, along with the moon pin he kept on his jacket, he didn't have to worry about ghosts or demons trying to possess him again, or at least not as easily. He would use his past knowledge from his time with the Mystery Skulls into either planning budgets or crafting machinery meant to capture ghosts, some of which made Elaine's missions much easier, to her delight.

They even came up with a reliable system that allowed them to work together.

“Hold up, Elaine,” Arthur spoke through the headset as he checked one of the three screens, “Can you... see a path nearby on your left?”

“Huh? No, I only see solid wall,” Elaine replied, “I'm moving my hand against the rock right now and WHOA it's an illusion?!”

While Elaine went on the actual investigations, Arthur would remain in their protected van using various equipment to help Elaine trek through the areas much more safely, from forests to caves to even haunted manors. It didn't always work, but most of the time it did, and it allowed the two to perform better than ever as a husband and wife team of paranormal investigators.

Case in point, while most illusions can always fool the human eye, it cannot fool a radar since it won't pick up anything that's not actually there. Elaine would wear a special vest that held the radar in question, which would then send signals to the van for Arthur to read as a map, and then use the data to help Elaine navigate. The radar can even detects ghosts that are invisible, which is pretty convenient.

“I'm picking up small energy readings,” Arthur said as he saw the tiny blips indicating it, “I'm seeing one, two... Ah, five of them? They're probably wisps, but do be careful. We're in uncharted territory at this point.”

“Got it. You're the best, my star!”

Arthur smiled at the loving nickname. Elaine has always been the romantic type, often showering him with affection whenever he entered his gloomy state at times. Sometimes she can be a bit overbearing, but letting her know that is always enough for her to tone it down when needed. He noticed long ago that she never called him “love,” instead using phrases such as “my knight” or “my star” as her way of showing affection. He once asked her why she would use those terms when they were engaged, and her answer was plain and simple.

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“You always seem uncomfortable whenever I call you 'my love,'” Elaine answered, “You gave me your star pin, and you're like a knight to me. A knight is always there for his lady, no?”

- - - - - - -

They soon married after that, with the kind approval of Vivienne, who later provided them the rings, the wedding small and personal. When they did, Arthur asked Elaine if he could take her name instead of her taking his, because he wanted to move on. She accepted, and he became known to the world as Arthur Knights.

He hoped that the Mystery Skulls will have a harder time finding him that way. He knew at this point that he is running away, but this is all he can do.

While the memories from before the cave are still painful, Arthur is able to recall most of them, some of them fondly when it involved Vivi, Mystery, and even Lewis, without shedding as many tears. His nightmares about the hatred from his former friend turned wraith have faded away for the most part. He still gets them, along with nightmares from the cave where everything went wrong and the loss of his arm, to being dropped off a cliff and barely surviving, but he learned how to manage it. The protection from the moon pin certainly helped.

Years have passed, and Arthur never had anyone from his past show up at his front door. It wasn't enough for him to fully relax, but it is enough for him to walk outside with his family for normal every day activities. He still feared going through crowds alone, but so long as he has his family with him, he knew he will be fine.

One day he will tell Elaine everything, but until he can, he will bear the weight alone.

Taking a deep breath, Arthur focused his attention back on the screen. The readings were still there, and he noticed that the map data the radar is detecting is--!

“Elaine? You might want to stop where you are!”

“Arthur?”

“This cavern is a lot bigger than we were told it would be,” Arthur shuddered, “The radar here is picking up a lot of tunnels. What do you see around you now?”

“I'm seeing...” Elaine trailed off before replying, “Whoa... I'm seeing a lot of railroad tracks going in various directions, and there's a cart that looks really old. Maybe this was the mine from long ago that the mayor told us about? Ugh... It's so cold in here!”

“I can check. For now, though, I highly suggest you go back the way you came. If what we're after is in there, it can catch us unprepared.”

“Okay, I'll come back to you. I need to restock on some provisions, anyway. How's the snow out there?”

“Not too bad. Still falling, but slowly. I'll see you in a bit.”

“Okay. I love you, my star.”

“I love you, too.”

Knowing that Elaine is safe, Arthur went to another screen and started to search on the online web for information about their current location. The Knights were hired to investigate a cave that is said to make people disappear in Sharp, Kentucky. Elaine volunteered to take it as if it were any other investigation. Although Arthur felt some apprehension about it, Elaine told him that she'll be doing the actual investigating, while he acted as support, which is enough to calm him. It took about eight hours to get there with their van, although the delays due to toll roads and the occasional road construction proved to be annoying that may have added an extra half hour or so.

Because of their frequent trips across the country, it's not unheard of for their vehicles or other equipment to break down during the worst of times. Thus, one of the former matriarchs from decades ago went and founded Four of a Kind Queens with her three sisters, hence the name. It was due to her that the family is required to know the business to keep it going, so they can learn the necessary knowledge needed to repair their equipment in case they broke down while they were out on actual hunts, while at the same time allow an alternative source of funding to flow in by doing repair work for a living.

Originally, Four of a Kind Queens used to repair regular machines such as cotton gins or carriages back in the old days. Eventually, Vivienne herself added the “Auto Repair” and included cars among the list of things needed to be maintained, making her the first among the line of actual car mechanics. Arthur had to admit that whoever that former matriarch is, she definitely made good results with her foresight. Not all people considered paranormal investigations to be legitimate careers, so having a second job as a backup is pretty smart.

All Arthur knew about the shop's main founder is that her name is Niniane.

Arthur briefly wondered if the Niniane the family has now is the same one that founded the family business before dropping that absurd idea. She'd have to be at least two hundred years old, while the Niniane that is alive is a distant relative of Elaine's, and from the one time Arthur saw her, she still looked pretty spry for an old woman in her approximate fifties or sixties. Then again, Arthur only saw the current Niniane once at a distance during his private wedding ceremony with Elaine, so he wouldn't know for sure. According to Elaine, Niniane rarely reveals herself, but if Arthur can find a way to talk to her...

Right, his mind's drifting off topic again. Focus, Arthur!

He searched for any clues a little more thoroughly, and soon got a hit. According to an online article written last year, the cave he and Elaine are currently investigating used to be a mine from twenty years ago that was abundant with iron with occasional pockets of tin. However, due to a large cave in, many of the miners had lost their lives, and the place was then closed off due to the safety hazard.

It corroborated with the story their client had told them. The client mentioned that whatever is causing the disappearances could either be the ghosts of the miners that died there, accidents due to people bypassing the warning signs, or something else entirely. The two were asked to not only find out what is causing the disappearances, but also see if they can find the ones who went missing to give the families closure.

“Oh, crud...!”

His attention back on the intercom, he noticed that the tone of Elaine's voice didn't sound good.

“Arthur, lock the door! Quickly!”

Arthur immediately locked the rear door to the van, and not soon after Elaine phased through like a ghost through a wall, causing whatever was chasing her to slam against the van.

“What the--?!” he was cut off by a hand slapped over his mouth.

“Be quiet!” Elaine hissed before looking around cautiously.

The two didn't make a sound, but Arthur could hear the sounds of something growling, and his heart skipped a beat when he heard a screech of pain. Whatever it is, it's clearly not human. Soon, it was silent again.

“Yay for protection wards,” Elaine relaxed and turned to Arthur, “Hey, sorry I had to phase through like that. I know you typically don't like it when I do that, but I didn't want to risk your safety.”

His eye twitched, “N-No, I appreciate it, but what the hell was that thing?” He trust his arms towards the door to indicate it while looking at her.

“Well, uh, I'm pretty sure it's the cause of all those people going missing,” Elaine answered with a grimace, “If it is, then it's safe to say that all of them are dead. Or, well, to put it more accurately, they were probably eaten.”

His arms still up, Arthur gave Elaine a flat look, “What.”

“Ever heard of the wendigo?” Elaine asked just as flatly.

Well, there went any chances of this investigation going smoothly.

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Two days later, the job was completed, the wendigo has been eliminated, and the families of all the people that were killed received closure. Elaine received the payment for the job, along with some reward money from finding the remains of all the victims. Once the remaining paperwork was handled, Elaine and Arthur went back home in Cantabile.

It was good timing, too, since the Knights family is having a family reunion at Niniane's residence located in the outskirts of Cantabile. The place is a somewhat small and modest manor with a large field, a perfect location for occasions such as picnics and barbecues with extended family members.

“And anyways that's the second time I almost died in Kentucky,” Arthur finished nonchalantly. To his surprise, he is slowly being inoculated to the various paranormal now.

He's not sure if that's a good thing or not.

“How did such a monster get all the way down there in the first place? I thought they were native in Canada, or at least in Great Lakes region? The Native Americans that speak the Algonquian tongue ought to keep track of them.”

“Well, Elaine did say that the States has been having a record low temperature on the cold seasons,” Arthur, currently sitting on a picnic table, shrugged after taking a bite out of his fish hoagie, “She thinks it just wanted to explore new territory and it just happened to get stuck in that cave once the weather warmed up enough.”

Currently, Arthur is talking to Miles, Morgan's husband, who decided to join him for lunch while Elaine and Morgan were chatting away about something else while helping Gwen and Percy with their food. The man is dressed in a gray formal suit with a black shirt and white tie, fitting his position as a lawyer. His brown hair is slicked back, which did nothing to hide the gray hairs forming on the sides.

Miles mulled over the thought, then shrugged again, “I hope she's right on that,” he shook his head and decided to change the subject, “So, Gwen and Percy. They're about... five now, right?”

Arthur grinned, “Yup, they turned five last October. They started primary school this year, too. A bit later than we would have liked, but that's what happens to those born after August.”

As the twins grew, Arthur started seeing their personalities shine and develop.

Gwen is a quiet girl, often hiding behind her parents or large objects when meeting new people. She can talk in simple sentences, often struggling to speak any words longer than two syllables, yet she still tries. She usually prefers to play with blocks over dolls or watch Arthur check on the van's engine. She loved the color gray, saying it reminded her of pencils, which did boggle Arthur and Elaine's minds for a while before setting it aside as child's logic. In short, Gwen a quiet girl that takes after her father in terms of personality. Her favorite possession is the toy tool kit that was gifted to her on her recent birthday. Arthur mused that she might be a great mechanic like him or her mother when she gets older.

Percy, on the other hand, is a somewhat active boy. He's the child that treats every new thing as an adventure to explore, wanting to learn his new surroundings with gusto. He would often pick up random things off the ground and collect them in a box, which can range anywhere from bottle caps to animal skulls and one time a live snake (Arthur nearly fainted at that one until Elaine told him that it wasn't poisonous after she released it back outside). He is also an occasional prankster, but the most he's done is basically move things around, or ripping off the labels off of food cans, the last of which later caused Arthur's new habit of writing down the contents of the cans on the lids.

Some time later, after Miles left, Arthur looked at the many people that make up Elaine's side of the family.

There is Elaine herself, now talking to her mother, Caelia. Arthur recalled that Caelia is Morgan's younger sister by three years, and probably the next matriarch once Vivienne vacates her position. The older woman has black hair that she keeps as a braided bun, is around the same height as Elaine. The older woman clearly knew how to take care of herself, as her thin frame can attest to.

Arthur felt that he seriously underestimated the actual size of the Knights family. He isn't sure of the exact number, but there had to be at least forty people, most of them being adults, and more than half of them were women. In fact, Arthur noticed that all the men that were even in this reunion were either husbands or boyfriends. There were children, but outside Gwen and Percy, Arthur only managed to count about eight of them when he saw the children in question at a table nearby.

He isn't sure what to think when he learned that out of all the parents, he and Elaine are the only ones to have a son. Then again, Percy's mere existence alone was definitely a shock to the Knights family.

According to Elaine, to Arthur's bemusement, all of the women in the Knights family for the past ten known generations only ever had daughters, which is the main reason why the family of monster hunters is ruled by a “queen,” so to speak. When it was discovered that Elaine would be having twins, it was genuinely thought that she would only be having twin girls, even by Elaine herself. Even though Arthur noted that the sex of the younger twin wasn't discovered during the ultrasound, no one in the family questioned it since they sincerely believed their theory.

Needless to say, Percy, with his birth, threw that logic out the window without even realizing it.

Because the family title of matriarch is only passed down from daughter to daughter, no one in the family is sure on what Percy's standing is. Eventually, after a few days of contemplating this, Vivienne decided to just play it by ear for now. The only major action she decreed is that Percy is not to be treated any differently from any other child, which essentially forbade the extended family from trying to use Percy as some sort of leverage.

While Elaine is still amazed that she managed to have a son, Arthur once joked to her that the same applied to his side of the family, in that his family only had sons. Well, Arthur isn't entirely sure that's accurate. After leaving his parents and their nasty divorce to live with Lance, he never bothered trying to know his family ancestry. It just never crossed his mind. In the end, to him, he's just happy to have a family.

“Dad?”

Arthur looked to his right and saw Gwen and Percy stand before him, the former looking frustrated and the latter looked a little down. Looking at the two, Arthur noted that the boy looked almost exactly like he did when he was his age, only in that the child has blue eyes and the white lock of hair. Percy's hair isn't as spiky as Arthur's yet, but that will probably change as he gets older. On Gwen's end, she still resembled Elaine in an uncanny fashion, except that she does not have a white lock of hair, while having Arthur's amber eye color.

“Can I, can I...” Percy, looking timid, looked up at his father, “C-Can I sit with you?”

Arthur smiled, “Of course,” he held out his arms in a welcoming gesture and allowed his son and daughter to climb up on the picnic table's chair. Once the two were comfortable, Arthur wrapped his arms around their shoulders. Gwen on his left, Percy on his right, as it always is, “What brings you two here?”

“They said that boys aren't allow-allowed over there,” Gwen grouched, which is rather unlike her, “Girl talk only. They said Daddy is-is not cool. We-We-We... We are Knights, too!”

Wait, how old are these kids? Was this from school? Wait, was this from their cousins? If Arthur remembered right, wasn't the oldest child in their generation at least thirteen? What the heck are they talking about? Or more importantly, who the heck taught Gwen and Percy to think like that???

He rose a rather disapproving brow at the table that held the eight girls, and noticed that some of the older children were actually staring at him before turning away to hide the fact. Arthur let out a breath of annoyance. Did those girls seriously think he will confront them about this? He decided to just talk to Elaine about it later tonight in hopes of preventing a future occurrence. Unlike him, she knows how to talk with her relatives.

Percy leaned against Arthur's right side, gripping at the latter's shirt, tears beginning to leak, “Dad is... cool. Dad is... Dad.”

At the same time, Gwen leaned against his left side, not saying a word, probably too annoyed to do so.

Arthur has his hands on each of their shoulders in an attempt to comfort them. He knew that he isn't the ideal father, but he still strives to do the best he can be. He isn't sure what to do, but eventually a thought came to him. Adjusting his arms somewhat, Arthur gently held his children closer to himself, and started to slowly hum the lullaby he used ever since they were newborns. He tried not to shed any tears or have his voice crack whenever he does this now. The twins are old enough to know what being sad means, and young children are known to easily sense a person's feelings. To Arthur, these two do not deserve to feel his suffering.

By keeping his anguish concealed, it also meant that even though he's struggled to move on, a part of him still didn't want to let the past go.

This time I might just disappear...

Whoa-o-o-oh

This time I might just dis-

Yet his heart would write in pain every time he hummed this song.

Oh mo mo mo mo

Oh mo mo mo mo (Oh yeah)

Oh mo mo mo mo oh

But if it meant that these two would be given comfort...

This time I might just disappear...

Whoa-o-o-oh

This time I might just dis-

Then the painful memories of him being left behind, nearly being killed, or being hated by the Mystery Skulls, made it worth it.

Oh mo mo mo mo

Oh mo mo mo mo (Oh yeah)

Oh mo mo mo mo oh

To his relief, Gwen and Percy gradually relaxed. Gwen no longer looked annoyed, while Percy no longer looked upset. They just leaned against their father, content.

“Thank you, Daddy.”

Arthur did shed a single tear, but he was able to play it off by yawning. Taking a moment to rub the tear away, Arthur continued to hold his two reasons of living. Along with Elaine, these two are his family. Even though he can't go back, he has this family to live for now. He will be forever grateful to the Knights, or more specifically to Vivienne and Elaine, for letting him have this.

But if there is one thing that's unnerving about being in this family as a whole...

“Isn't he...?”

“Yeah, he's Elaine's husband. This is actually my first time seeing him since their wedding.”

“So where do you think he came from?”

...would be the words he would hear the extended family speak occasionally. The women are definitely chatterboxes at times.

“Beats me. From what I hear, he doesn't like talking about his past that much.”

“Guys? We should be respecting his privacy. Who cares where he came from? If Mama Vivienne approved of him as Elaine's husband, then I've no reason to doubt him. Don't assume things.”

Well... at least someone among them is fine with him? Or maybe that woman just didn't care, he did a subtle glance and saw that it's Elaine's cousin, Eleanor. He's spoken to her before, but not as often as he does with her mother, Morgan. Eleanor travels a lot since her husband Nicholas has to move frequently due to his job, if Arthur remembered correctly.

“But as far as we know, he's a nobody!”

“Hey, watch your tone. So what if he is? He's still family. Besides, from what I've seen of him, he's been a pretty good husband and father so far. I mean, look, he's with his kids right now. If that doesn't prove he's a good person, I don't know what will. Again, Mama Vivienne approved of him, and even Nana Niniane has given us good word, so keep any distasteful thoughts to yourself.”

Still, Arthur made it a point to not interact with the extended family unless it's absolutely necessary. It's not that he doesn't like them, far from it, but it's primarily because he doesn't want to risk invoking their wrath. Unless what Elaine told him was wrong, almost all of the women except for Morgan are capable of changing their shape into monstrous forms to fight monsters when the situation calls for it.

“Seriously? Just because he managed to sire a son doesn't mean it makes him special.”

Well, that, and Arthur had actually seen them squabble in those forms a few times in the past. That one time where one woman turned into a Jorogumo while another became a Nure-onna and fought one another was a rather frightening experience. It took Elaine turning into a Gashadokuro and smacking them down to stop them, while loudly declaring that she is not sharing her husband, did she successfully get her distant cousins to actually stop fighting. That happened shortly after the twins were born.

“Oh my god, Melia, are you seriously trying to pick a fight? Look, we get it, you don't like him because he and Elaine have a son while you and Tad don't. I'm pretty sure you're not the only one who's envious. At least you have the grace to love your daughters.”

Arthur winced upon hearing that. Checking on the twins, he saw that the two were actually asleep. He hoped that the two weren't hearing what their relatives were saying. While he is sure that the few family members that do dislike him wouldn't be petty enough to want to hurt him under normal circumstances, but after having a wraith try to kill him for something he didn't do, he didn't want to risk it.

...He is well aware that he is still somewhat afraid of the Knights even after learning their family secret. He knew that Elaine and her immediate family wouldn't hurt him, but he isn't so sure with the extended relatives outside her grandmother and aunt.

He really didn't want to be here now. He wished that Elaine would finish talking with Morgan and return soon, so that they can all go home and get away from this reunion and not expose Gwen and Percy to the envy and--

“What...?”

Arthur saw from the corner of his eye in a distance that resembled something white with multiple tails sitting next to a large tree. When he turned to actually look, the sight didn't change.

Mystery is over there.

In his kitsune form.

Why isn't anyone in the family reacting to his presence when he is so close?!

He loosened his hold on Gwen and Percy and started to breath heavily, rather quickly at that. The sight of Mystery is...!

How did he find him?!

“Daddy? Daddy, are you okay?”

Arthur could barely register Gwen talking. His heart rate gradually increased, his hands were shaking. He gripped at his left wrist. He didn't notice Percy tugging at his sleeve.

“Dad? What's wrong?”

He saw Mystery stand, and the kitsune slowly opened its mouth, the yellow glint never leaving its face.

The last thing Arthur heard is his name being called out frantically.

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Notes: I'm not freaking out.

Arthur doesn’t really interact with Elaine’s far extended family during the reunions, so he doesn’t know much about them.

The wendigo actually originates from a religious belief from folklore of the Algonquian language. The Native Americans that speak it are primarily in certain parts of Canada and probably around the Great Lakes region, too. While the beliefs vary between the communities, the wendigo is said to be an entity with a never ending hunger for human flesh. Although I have read somewhere that they're also said to be a symbol of the dangers of one's selfishness, and maybe something about how the people can't practice their own religion or something among those lines, I'm not a hundred percent sure. So while the exact facts of the wendigo are not 100% consistent between various sources, what is consistent about them is essentially this: winter, monster, famine, greed, and cannibalism.

On another note, there seems to be two types of wendigo, one where it looks like a vague definition of a human, or one would have the skull of a stag (which is said to be a modern depiction). In the case for this chapter, the former is used. The wendigo from the survival horror game Until Dawn can give you a general idea on what they look like.

Like with Tempo and Cantabile, Sharp is also a music term. Coincidentally, there really is a place called Sharpe, spelled with the letter E, in Kentucky. I just chose Kentucky primarily so I can use an incorrect Mystery Skulls quote.

As for Arthur's parents being divorced, it's from a post that Artsy from the Ghost Crew made. It's stated not to be canon since Artsy said it's a personal headcanon of hers, but it's the closet I could get. Regardless, it's pretty much accepted in the fandom that Arthur was better off with Lance.

...

...Do you think he still is?

Part 7: How Lucky...?

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its-a-spn-thing · 6 years ago

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Black Eyed Dreams - PART TWO

Title: Black Eyed Dreams, Part two

Characters / Pairing:��Dean x Reader, Sam x Reader, Sam x Reader x Dean Crowley. No Wincest.

Summary: The reader finds herself in Crowley’s palace. As usual, he has a few tricks up his sleeves to manipulate the Winchester brothers. This time, its at the reader’s expense.

Warnings: This chapter is somewhat dark. Depictions of violence and bondage.

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“Too busy inflicting pain to answer,” the rugged British voice hummed through Sam’s speaker and he hung up once he realizes he got sent to voicemail.

“No answer from Crowley,” Sam said as he walked through the motel room to collect his belongings that were scattered about. “Any word from Cas?”

“This is my voicemail, make your voice…” and Dean quickly pressed the end button on his phone as well. “Bubkis,” he responded.

Dean woke his younger brother up the moment he realized you were gone, and a tired, confused Sam quickly arose from his sleep to help his brother pack up the Impala. He was devastated. If he had just stayed awake and not let you out of his sight, no one would have ever taken you. He blamed himself, even though Dean insisted that this wasn’t his fault.

They had the car packed in five minutes, maybe even less. The two brothers were up against the clock, and they did not plan on wasting another precious second. Every second counted.

You stood in the middle of the dingy, dungeon-esque room, candles lit all throughout. You were still half naked from your endeavours with Sam, clad in pink boy-short panties and one of his t-shirts. You closed your eyes once you realized you should have put a bra on when you got dressed. Of course, you didn’t expect to see the King of Hell pop up in your motel room, let alone zap you to his “palace,” which seemed more like a warehouse.

Your nipples had forsaken you as the coldness of the damp room caused them to pop through the fabric of your lovers t-shirt. You quickly brought your arms across your breasts, feeling far to exposed in front of Crowley, and his minions.

“Darling,” you turned to face Crowley as he spoke to you, the look of confusion draped over your face. He sat on his throne with one leg crossed over his knee and a glass of scotch in his hand that was draped over the arm of the chair.

You didn’t speak, you just stood in the same spot, still facing him. He noticed you were uncomfortable when your eyes met with the two well dressed demons standing behind him. You brought one of the arms that was pressed against your chest to cover your crotch. Crowley was harmless, he would never try to sleep with you, but you didn’t trust his sketchy yes men as they looked at you. “Don’t worry about them, pet,” he shooed them away, and they left without saying a word. “Just focus on me.”

The lump in your throat finally dissipated as you stepped towards the rogue King of Hell. There was a little too much pep in your step for his liking, so he immediately put his hand up, forcing you to stop dead in your tracks. “Crowley!” You shouted, the aggravation audible in your voice. “Have you completely lost it?”

“Spare me the melodrama,” he put his hand back down, but you were still stuck in place. “Your lack of poetry bores me.”

You rolled your eyes and lifted your arms up to flap them back down to the sides of your legs. “My lack of poetry,” you scoffed, mimicking him. “What do you want, Crowley?”

“I have a proposition for you,” he uncrossed his legs so his feet were planted firmly on the ground, gripping on the arms of his throne to stand up. He buttoned up his tailored jacket when he stood, walking towards the small bar with a clear bottle of brown liquor and 3 glasses, the fourth was in his hand. He was going for a refill.

The motor to the Impala purred as Dean drove well over the speed limit. He and Sam continued to call Crowley and Cas. They were heading towards Crowley’s warehouse. They had a feeling that he was behind this.

“So help me God Sam, if he does anything to hurt Y/N,” Dean gripped the steering wheel with white knuckles at the thought of you getting hurt.

Sam looked out the window, deep in thought. He didn’t think Crowley had anything to do with this. “Dean, I think we’re barking up the wrong tree here.”

“Really?” Dean furrowed his brow and left his mouth open in the shape of the last syllable he spoke, looking at Sam in disbelief. “With Rowena missing, probably ran off with Lucifer somewhere,” he focused his eyes back to the highway, “he thinks we had something to do with her going missing.”

“So,” Sam paused to think for a minute, but he knew Dean had a good point, “he thinks that we took something of his.”

“And he wouldn’t think twice to take something of ours,” Dean responded quickly.

“Only problem with that theory is that Crowley hates Rowena.”

“Not when he needs something from her.” Dean looked at Sam once more, waiting for him to find a sensible argument, but Sam knew his brother was right.

Lucifer was on the run, and in order to avoid disaster, the Winchesters needed to try and find a way to get him back in the cage. Rowena would have been a huge help, but no one knew where she was.

“Proposition?” You scoffed and rolled your eyes and Crowley paused from pouring more scotch in his glass, looking up at you with displeasure.

“It something funny, Y/N?”

You looked up at the cobweb filled ceiling, stunned that he believed that somehow you could help him. You lifted your arm at the elbow in a questioning manner, running through possibilities in your head but you couldn’t think of anything. “Well, I mean,” you stared at him, puzzled, “what could I possibly help you with Crowley?”

He lazily pointed at you, keeping his grip on the scotch glass with his other fingers. “See, that’s where you’re wrong, dear.”

You didn’t respond. You knew he was about to go on one of his spiels that could have easily been explained in one sentence, but he always had to go above and beyond, showing off his impressive vocabulary.

“Y/N, you are aware the Lucifer, the one who your perfect, precious, all-days-are-good-hair-days Sam Winchester was locked in a cage with, is loose?”

You nodded.

“And you are aware that my mother, Rowena, about yay high,” he brought his free hand up to his chest, pointing his hand outward to show the height of his mother, “always wearing copious amounts of glittery eyeshadow, is missing as well, yes?”

You nodded once more, wishing he would just get with the program and tell you what he wants from you.

“I know that you and your denim wrapped lovers have her couped up in your little love nest.” He was referring to the dungeon at the bunker.

“Crowley,” you closed your eyes and gestured with his hands for him to stop talking, “just stop.” He opened his mouth to say something but you quickly cut him off. “Stop, I’m not listening to this. It’s absurd and doesn’t make any sense.”

“Well, there’s only one way to find out, sweetheart.” He smirked and nodded for one of his minions to enter the room once more. The tall, dark haired demon approached you and you had enough trust in Crowley to hope he wouldn’t try and pull a stunt. That same trust was quickly ripped away once the demon grabbed you a pulled you into the room behind Crowley’s throne. The room was warded on the windows, and there was one item in the whole room - a chair.

You fought the demon as Crowley watched with a blank look on his face. You kicked and screamed as he swiftly lifted you up off the cold floor and threw you on the chair and quickly secured your wrists in the restraints. “You mother fucker!” You screamed at Crowley when the door shut loudly with a clang.

Your screams did not cease and the King of Hell was beginning to get irritated. He slammed the glass of aged alcohol down on the table next to his throne and got up. “Bloody hell!” He exclaimed, his voice echoing through the large room.

He opened the door to the room you were trapped in, smiling smugly at you. “Y/N, those screams may work for Moose and Squirrel but not me.” He walked towards you and crouched down and put a cloth in your mouth, trying it around your head. “This is going to stay here, and the next time you’re going to speak, is when you tell me where my mother is.”

He shut the door, and you cried into the makeshift gag that tasted like mold. Your legs were cold against the rusty metal, and the leather restraints were digging at your wrists. You didn’t want to look down, but you were almost positive that the restraints had broken the skin.

“Little fucking hellion,” Crowley sat back down on his throne, taking a deep breath.

Your cries and screams were muffled by the gag. Your only hope was that Sam and Dean were smart enough to find you, which they were.

“Sir,” a second demon walked into Crowley’s throne room hastily, somewhat panicked. “It’s the Winchesters.”

“Bollocks.” Crowley whispered, throwing his head back, resting against the red velvet of his throne. He had to act quickly, because if your boys saw you restrained and gagged, he would’ve quickly found a demon-knife plunged into his chest.

“We have to act quickly, my lord.” The demon that was standing behind him, the same one who manhandled you into your restraints said.

“Don’t!” Crowley shouted, but quickly gained his composure and calmly restated. “Don’t tell me what I need to do, I know.” He ran his cold, dry hand down his face and through his salt and pepper beard. He wasn’t sure what to do, so he stuck with the plan. The plan was just slightly expedited.

You must have dozed off because you snapped out of a light slumber as Crowley opened the door and walked in, the same demon yes man following closely behind him.

“Right,” he clapped his hands together and rested them at his crotch. “Change of plans, dear.” You didn’t speak, you just stared at him with rage and your blood boiled. “This is Cleon, and I’m sure the two of you are going to get well acquainted very, very soon.”

You tilted your head and raised your eyebrow in confusion as Crowley pulled the gag down and let it rest around your neck. “See you on the flip side darling.”

He walked backwards, away from you and Cleon. He watched intently as his demon lackey threw his head back and opened his mouth as wide as he could.

“Crowley, no!” You screamed as the black smoke entered your mouth. It burned your throat and you felt like you were choking on your own vomit. You couldn’t fight it. It was too late.

You had no peripheral vision now, but what you could see was crystal clear. You tried to speak but nothing came out. It was like you were trapped in a glass case.

“Do you remember the plan?” Crowley asked you. And just when you went to respond, something else came out.

“I remember, sir,”

Crowley smiled with triumph when your eyes flashed black, and back to normal.

“Let’s get this show on the road,” he said as he undid the restraints of the now meat suit that was your body.

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dancingbaek · 7 years ago

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To End in Ice and Fire | Part 3

Being born with a particular birthmark is the lurking fear every parent has in their hearts when they bring a child into this dark world. Your parents are the only ones who have never received relief when creating life, because they knew your soul would be damned for eternity when he finally comes to claim what’s his.

Moodboard // Prologue // Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3

Another week passes in misery, but now you cannot stop looking for your visitor. He comes like clockwork, waiting below your window, just far enough away so you can spy him while you sit at the wide arching glass. You’re never brave enough to stay and stare back, despite the fact that you sit and wait for him. The moment he stops and looks up at your window, you flee in terror, now always leaving before the stranger’s eyes come into view. The red still haunts your dreams, springing forth every time you close your eyes. Even though you wished with every passing day they would fade from your mind the image comes back just as strong, just as red, and just as chilling.

Two more people are found dead in the streets during the time you spend looking for the stranger. Each death sends you closer and closer to snapping, doing something to end the pain and fear permeating the surrounding area. The only thing that brings you any comfort is the fact that none of the servants living in the castle have been harmed. You don’t know if it’s because they’re being safe and not being caught outside after the sun goes down, or because the demon doesn’t want to completely send you over the edge. It’s probably the former.

You begin to think it’s only a matter of time before the townspeople demand you leave the safety of the castle. It’s only a matter of time before they storm the property and either expel you from the village or kill you themselves. The latter is less likely, you think, because it would risk evoking the wrath of the demon seeking you out. The townspeople have their superstitions and their ways of warding off evil, but it’s impossible for them to believe they would be completely saved from the hell the thing would unleash at being robbed of its prize. After all, the prophecy must be several hundred years old by now, and you can only assume the demon has been around as long as it. The demon has been waiting a very long time, then, you reason.

But if the demon is the man that waits under your window, you’ll have a very hard time labeling him as a one. He’s tall, built slim, and entirely human-looking. Despite only have the moonlight to illuminate him, you can tell he’s as pale as paper, which only serves to contrast against the ruby eyes he has. The whiteness of his skin makes you believe the all the myths you’ve heard about his kind, about them never stepping foot in sunlight.

The week ends and the third week of your house arrest begins, marking another missed Sunday at church. By now your parents have given up leaving the castle themselves, and you eavesdrop on a few servants again to learn that the townspeople are beginning to organize. Someone had tried to attack your mother the day before when she left to buy new buttons for a project she was working on. Though she came back relatively unscathed, she was shaken to the core, and locked herself away. Your father starts to order the servants out to do things they normally would, and another one quits.

“Everyone who dies is your fault.”

Your evening meal on your third Tuesday of house arrest begins like any other – a woman knocks at your door, you answer it, and she comes in to deliver the plate of vegetables and meat. On her way out, she breaks with what’s become normality to turn to you just outside your door and deliver that scathing blow.

You know it’s true. You struggle with it every single day that passes. Three people dead, and that’s just what you know of. If you were braver, you would have left home after the first death.

“It killed a boy of ten years last night.” She continues when she notices you will not defend yourself, becoming emboldened by your silence. Your eyes widen, darting up and searching hers for any kind of a lie. You see malice, reproach, even hate – but nothing that indicates she’s lying. Your throat goes dry, your mind numb, and the only thing you can bring yourself to do is slam the door in her face, sliding the lock into place immediately.

You hear her walk away and you sink to the floor, closing your eyes in an attempt to keep your emotions from boiling over. It’s too much, everything hitting you all at once. Carrying four lost lives on your shoulders is too much, the weight of it all is too heavy for you to bear alone. Your fingernails dig into your chest, clawing at the source of your pain, eyelids clenched shut tightly but it doesn’t stop the wetness from seeping out. You tear and tear and tear until you can’t tell the difference between the physical and emotional hurt. It’s not your fault, you never asked for this, you never wanted this, never wanted to be different.

But it’s something that you’ve been marked to bear with. God has allowed your soul to be claimed by His fallen, and you believe you’ll never know why. Your soul is already lost, and with every day you resist allowing fate to continue you’re putting more people in danger of losing theirs. One life lost unnecessarily and involuntarily for you to continue to stay hidden is one too many, let alone the four already gone. You imagine the boy’s mother, grief-stricken, unable to have done anything to save her child –

Enough is enough. It’s time to be brave.

You collect yourself off the floor. Your food has gone cold, and it’ll continue to sit on your desk until the next morning when they come to give you your next meal. Somewhere you have enough sense to remind yourself that it’s cold outside, but not enough to retrieve a jacket from your closet. Instead, you slip on the closest pair of shoes and make your way to the door. Pressing your ear against the wood to listen for signs of life on the other side, you quickly decide you’re in the clear and make your way out.

The hallways are empty as you creep down the flights of stairs. No one stops you or even makes an appearance, and you figure with the dipping sun everyone in the castle will be holed up where they feel safest to ride out another night. You see the large glass windows framing the door leading outside, and the orange and red hues that make their way through from facing the sun seems like a death sentence. Taking the last few steps down the stairs proves the most difficult, but you take them anyways. Quickly, before your bravery wears off, you stride over and open the door, wincing at the creaks it emits. Looking around in apprehension only steals your nerves.

The girl from before stands at the top of the stairs, looking down at you with the same disdain she carried previously, only now the reproach is replaced with approval. She has a pitcher of water in her hands, presumably making rounds to your parents, and the contents shake with the tension she carries. You pull the door closed behind you.

-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-

The wind is biting during this time of year, your hair whipping around your face and tangling itself into a mess you’re uncertain you’ll ever be able to comb out. You can’t bring yourself to care, however, as your feet lead you down the path you’ve traveled many times throughout your life. Making the decision to leave home had been a knee-jerk reaction and you hadn’t had a plan on where you would go. Stand outside and wait, go out to the garden where he watches you? Or go into town, and wait in the general area where the dead bodies had been found?

Your feet lead you towards town, but not with the intention of waiting outside a tavern. You have been deprived of confession for much too long, and you want one last visit before… before whatever is to come. As you make the long walk, you begin to regret making such a hasty decision. Not because you would have changed your mind, but because you would have done things differently. You cross your arms to try to generate some sort of heat against your icy skin as you think about how your parents will react when they realize you’ve left.

Your mother will be devastated, you know that for a fact. Since you were born, she’s based her entire life around keeping you hidden. She’s sacrificed more than you’ll ever know, all for nothing. Your father… you’re less sure about him. Cold and aloof are two words you would have described him prior to being outed. Perhaps he always knew this would happen and tried to keep distance in an effort to not make it harder for himself and you. Since being outed, he’s arguably been more attentive than your mother has been. Either way, you wish you had left a letter explaining why you decided to leave. It was too late now, and the sight of the church comes into view as you round the corner.

The wind intensifies as you clear the trees lining the road and your pace picks up to reach the building faster. Luckily the church is left open, because you weren’t sure if you could bring yourself to break into a holy place. Inside it’s completely dark, so you make your way slowly to the altar to light the candles sitting there. You take one of them and make your way to the confessional. There’s no one on the other side, but it feels more natural than sitting at a pew and staring up at the large wooden cross behind the altar. So you sit inside the confessional, murmuring quietly to no one but yourself and hopefully God.

By the time you finish saying what you need to, the candle has melted and the wax has dried to the wood beneath it. You blow it out before you pry it from its place, wiping the skirts of your dress to try to clean up the residue. You walk with a lightness you haven’t felt since you were a child on your way back to the altar. Accepting your fate lifts the weight of the world from your shoulder and for the first time, when you blow out the candles, you’re not afraid of what’s lurking in the dark.

You’re not expecting him to be waiting for you at the foot of the church steps when you slip past the doors, but he is. Your feet freeze in shock, and for the first time since he started visiting you have a clear image of what the demon looks like.

You knew that he’s thin from his stalking, and seeing him up close shows you how he has more than half a foot on you. His stance is casual, leaning more towards one side with a hand in his pocket. Your eyes trail up his black slacks and over the high collared jacket he wears, past the strong jaw and over the thick pink lips currently tipped into a slight smile. His nose is straight and neither large nor small. The blood red eyes that haunt your nightmares have not changed, and two straight, black eyebrows sit above them. His hair is pushed away from his face, the semi-long black strands parted off to the side. Your breath catches in your throat, and it isn’t because the of the biting cold. In fact, the wind has completely died off, leaving an emptiness surrounding the two of you that brings back some of your unease.

“Hello.” He says, his voice soft and gentle. It sends your mind into a tailspin – demons are not supposed to be soft or gentle. He was supposed to be mean and spiteful, evil and angry – not this breathtaking man standing in front of you who has the nerve to try to relax you.

“You’re the demon.” The words slip from your lips before you have the chance to think them over and your cheeks flush with warmth. You shouldn’t care that you sound like an idiot, he’s killed people. He’s killed children. That thought steels your nerves and you stare back at him, refusing to back down.

“Yes.” He admits, the hand from his pocket reaching up to muss up the back of his hair in a gesture that is entirely human. “If that’s what you would like to call me, though I would prefer it if you called me Yixing.”

Unknowingly, you’ve taken a few steps down the stairs towards him. Your feet move with direction from your brain, and unwittingly you realize this too late. His eyes are still boring into yours, and he must have some kind of special power because there is no way you would ever move towards something that just admitted to being a demon. With every step closer to him your mind fights, panic starting to take root inside and you must betray your emotions visually because Yixing – no, the demon – turns apologetic. But it only stops when you’re a step away from him.

“Sleep.” His voice is still soft and gentle, but carries a command you’re too powerless to stop. Your eyes roll back in your head and your body slumps forward towards your fate.

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The Safest Way To Go | Part Six: Demons in the dark

Summary: Everything comes out, and Grant isn’t happy

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: Mentions of sex, angst

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I know you all love Wanda so...

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Wanda had managed to change into her witch costume in the back room at work after she locked up the coffee shop for the night. She ran her fingers through her hair as she checked herself out. She knew James really liked Halloween, so she was excited to spend the evening with him. He hadn’t told her what she was dressing up as. But she knew he was dressing up. She had seen the pictures in his bedroom and around his apartment of him and Y/N from previous Halloween parties. They always dressed up and looked incredible! She ordered a cab and headed to the party. She was excited to finally let her hair down after a long shift in the coffee shop. She had texted James to let him know that she was going to make it an hour ago. Checking her phone, she noted that he hadn’t replied to her. He hadn’t even looked at her message.

She shrugged it off, as she slipped into the cab and gave the driver the address of Tony’s house. He was at the party with his friends, so obviously he wasn’t sitting on his phone. Although she had wished that he was, she really liked him. And he was very hot and cold with her. She bit her lip, as the car pulled up to the house. She handed over the fare before hopping out. She pulled her short black skirt down over her legs, shivering with the cold, even though she was wearing tights and a red cloak.

When she entered the house, she looked around for her kind-of boyfriend. The house was massive, so she didn’t really expect to find him right away. Instead she started wandering around, bumping into Steve who was absolutely wasted.

‘Hey!’ she shouted at him, waving happily.

‘Waaaaaaandaaaaaaaa!’ he returned, pulling her into a bear hug.

‘Where’s James?’ she asked, when he finally let her go.

‘James? Ohhhhhh, Bucky!? No idea!’ he said with a shrug. ‘Last time I saw him he was going over there.’

He pointed in the direction he had last seen his best friends going earlier in the night. He had no idea that the game of Truth or Dare was over, and Bucky was currently fucking his ex girlfriend in a spare room. She headed down the hall, opening door after door. How many rooms did Tony Stark have? She finally stumbled across the room where the game had been taking place. Everyone bar Bucky and Y/N were still there, playing a new drinking game.

‘Hey, have you seen James?’ she asked.

Tony made a confused face at her, not recognising the woman standing in front of them.

‘James Barnes?’ she explained.

‘Barnes?’ another man shouted, ‘Yea, him and Y/N went to talk somewhere thatta way.’

He pointed further down the hall, Wanda rolled her eyes, huffing out, wondering would she ever find James. She stomped out of the room, trying the door across the hall. And she let out a gasp. Standing in front of her was her boyfriend balls-deep inside his half naked roommate.

Wanda’s head was swimming, she could feel tears prick her eyes, as she raced from the room.

Bucky swore as he pulled his pants back on, tucking his dick inside his boxers. He was trying to dress as quickly as possible. So he left his shirt untucked and half buttoned as he raced after her. Y/N tried to gather up her clothes, noting that Bucky had ripped the buttons from her own shirt in his eagerness to get her naked. She grabbed his jacket from the ground, pulling it on her. It completely dwarfed her but what other options did she have.

‘Fuck,’ she shouted to no one in particular. Bucky had left, running after Wanda and here she was trying to scramble to get everything together. She knew when she walked out there, everyone would know that she had fucked Bucky Barnes - again. She pulled her panties back on, this time she actually found them. She shoved her bra in the jacket pocket, bracing herself to deal with the mess she had caused.

‘Wanda, stop!’ Bucky shouted, grabbing her arm before she could go back to the main area of the party. It was quieter in the hall here, and he could talk to her. Even though he didn’t know what he was going to say. He couldn’t tell her that he wasn’t going to do it again or that he regretted it. He couldn’t tell her that he was drunk and it was a mistake. And he definitely couldn’t tell her that he didn’t care about Y/N.

‘How long?’ she yelled, turning back to look at him.

‘What?’ he asked.

‘How long have you two been fucking?’ she shouted, tears rolling down her cheeks.

‘Wanda...’

She shook her head, how could she have been so stupid? How could she have missed the shared looks between them, the way he looked at his roommate when she walked into a room, the way he was mesmerised by her when she talked. He never looked at her the way he looked at Y/N.

‘Why would you drag me into this?’ she asked, ‘You obviously want to be with her. You’ve made me look like an idiot! You’ve humiliated me! I’m a person too! I have feelings! I’m not a toy that you get to use when you can’t have her!’

Bucky was dumbstruck, she was right. He had been using her to try and forget Y/N. But no one could replace her, he was stupid to have even tried.

‘Just let me go, James,’ she hissed.

‘Wanda, look I am really sorry. I didn’t-’

‘Yes you did!’ she shouted.

‘Hey, what’s going on?’ another voice asked.

Bucky couldn’t control his groan when he realised Grant fucking Ward had arrived on the scene. He already hated him and now he had the worst time. Why was he even at the party, he wasn’t even in costume.

‘Ask your girlfriend,’ Wanda hissed, taking the opportunity to storm off.

Grant looked confused, turning his attention to Bucky. He noted his disheveled state, his hair was standing on edge, his shirt half buttoned, and the lipstick stains over his mouth and neck. Grant opened his mouth to say something, when Y/N decided to make an appearance. She wandered down the hall, covering her dignity in Bucky’s jacket, her hair was a mess, her eyes teary and her lipstick was almost gone from her lips. It didn’t take a genius to see why Wanda was so upset.

‘Are you fuckin’ kiddin’ me?’ he snarled. ‘Is this why you wouldn’t put out? Because you were fuckin’ your roommate? How fuckin’ cliche!’

She didn’t respond, simply stood there, wide eyed. She had never seen him be this angry before. Hell, she hadn’t seen him be much.

‘Look, you little slut,’ he began, taking a step forward.

‘Calm down,’ Bucky said to the man.

Grant didn’t even pay attention to him as he pulled Y/N by the arm towards him, with such force she knew she would have bruises the next day. She gasped in pain trying to pull away from him.

‘Let me go!’ she whimpered.

‘Oh shut up you stupid fuckin’ slut,’ Grant snarled, turning back to her. ‘Ya know everyone says you’re easy. Always saying how you’ve got a rep for fuckin’ guys at parties. And I couldn’t even get you to give me a fucking handjob.’

She whimpered again.

‘I’m gonna fuckin’ teach you a fuckin’ lesson,’ he snarled.

Before Grant could do anything else, Bucky was swinging. He saw the terrified look in her eyes and he wasn’t going to let this asshole hurt her. His fist connected with his jaw, and Grant dropped her arm, turning his attention to Bucky.

His eyes were dark now, as he rubbed his jaw.

‘Not so tough when you’re faced with someone you’re own size,’ Bucky snapped.

‘Bucky, leave it,’ she whispered, but Grant swung at Bucky causing Y/N to scream.

Peter Quill was out of the room in a second after hearing her screams, he pulled Grant back before he could do serious damage to Bucky. She was by his side, inspecting the blood trickling down his nose.

‘D’you gotta go to hospital?’ she asked.

Tony was kicking Grant out, while he continued to yell at her. She shivered at his threats, hoping they were simply empty words. Bucky simply shook his head, he knew his nose wasn’t broken, he had broken it before back in high school.

‘I wanna go home,’ she whispered, stepping away from Bucky her eyes wide. She knew she couldn’t keep doing this. She had broken that poor girl’s heart and she shuddered to think what Grant would have done to her. She was playing with fire.

‘I’ll call a cab,’ he told her, wiping the blood from his face, which dropped when she saw her shake her head.

‘I’m gonna stay with Nat and Sharon for a little bit, Bucky,’ she told him, her voice shaking. ‘I need some time to think about everything.’

Bucky blinked as he watched her walk away, losing her in the crowd. What were they doing?

She burst into tears when she found Natasha, who immediately brought her to sit down in the packed couches.

‘I-I-I fucked Bucky again, but Wanda walked in,’ she said through sobs. ‘So she...she dumped him. B-But Grant came too. Fuck and he...’

She shivered at the thought, ‘He grabbed me and Bucky stopped him. But I just can’t be around him right now. We’re like two wrecking balls. We’re fucking disasters.’

‘Come on,’ Nat muttered, ‘This party is shitty away. We’ll order takeout and you can crash on the couch.’

She smiled at her thankfully as she found Sharon and they ordered a cab. They both rubbed her hair as she sobbed into Sharon’s shoulder the entire time home.

‘If Bucky wasn’t there I don’t know what he would have done,’ she whispered, as she sat on the couch after having a shower. She had no appetite, but Nat was forcing some pizza into her mouth as she explained what happened.

‘If Bucky wasn’t there you two wouldn’t be in this mess,’ Sharon reminded her. ‘I don’t know why you agreed to move in with him after you broke up.’

‘I still don’t understand why you broke up,’ Nat added, brushing the other woman’s hair out of her face. ‘You’re doing the same things you would do in a couple, except it’s worse this time. You two have always fought but this...’

She shook her head.

‘I thought it would be easier this way,’ she admitted. ‘Just sex, no feelings.’

‘Maybe you should talk to him, instead of running away from your feelings,’ Sharon said, with a shrug.

‘You’re right!’ she shouted standing up, and pulling Nat’s hoody closer to her. ‘I’ll text you when I get back.’

‘What?’ Nat shouted as she raced out of the door. She was in her apartment building within ten minutes. Before she could get her keys turned in the door, Bucky was opening it. He blinked at her, and she fell into his arms.

‘I shouldn’t have run away, Buck, I am so sorry,’ she whispered as they headed into the apartment. He pulled her into his lap as they sat on the couch.

‘Look, I am really sorry about Wanda,’ she said. ‘I was selfish, we shouldn’t have-’

‘Hey, it takes two to tango, we both knew what we were doing,’ he shrugged.

She bit her lip, ‘I don’t want to lose my best friend, Buck.’

‘You’re never gonna lose me, doll. No matter what!’

She shook her head, ‘I am really sorry.’

He chuckled at her, ‘Stop, doll. You were the one who..Look if I ever see him again I’m gonna fuckin’ kill him okay?’

She laughed at this, ‘I know you will Bucky. Look, we need to talk about this. About us.’

He nodded, watching her face.

‘We haven’t been able to work out as boyfriend and girlfriend. And friends with benefits was just a whole mess,’ she laughed, shaking her head, even though her heart was breaking. ‘So how about we try this whole friends thing again?’

He smiled at her, despite the fact he wanted to be so much more than friends. He didn’t want to scare her off and they both needed each other. They had never spent anytime apart. They even applied to go abroad for their final semester of college. Although neither had heard anything back about it.

‘As long as I still get to annoy you,’ he teased, poking her in the side.

That was easier than she thought it would be, usually when they had conversations, they ended up screaming at one another.

‘Well, friend,’ she smirked, as she slid off his knee. ‘I need to sleep. But, tomorrow morning we are watching Hocus Pocus so prepare.’

He laughed at her as she headed into her bedroom, when she closed the door, she let her head fall into her hands. Why had she said she wanted to be friends? She wanted more, she didn’t want to go back to friendship. She knew when they were a couple things weren’t very easy. A relationship would take work and she knew she wanted to put that work into it now. She wanted to be with him, but she had been too scared to say that. She bit her lip as she headed to her bed, letting tears roll down her cheeks as she cried herself to sleep.

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The Look in Her Eyes- Chapter 20

Chapter Twenty, The End

Ava

We pulled up to the edge of the Devils trap at sunset. John drove the Impala and Dean and I were in the back seat. I was surprised he wasn't upfront next to his father. Instead he sat next to me, gripping my hand in his. He was afraid, and if they opened the gate to Hell we should all be afraid.

I squeezed his hand back and put my spare hand on top of his. His hands were clammy. "Hey." I whispered as I pressed my lip to the space beneath his ear. "You good?"

"Golden." He responded, barely above a whisper.

He thought we were going to lose.

We got out of the car. We had blades, guns, and holy water strapped to every empty space on our bodies. I wore a pair of skinny jeans tucked into boots. My gun was in my waist band and another strapped to my thigh. I had my hair in a braid down my back so it wouldn't get in my way.

"Let's do this." Sam said, nodding to his father. They stepped over the iron railroad rails into the giant devils trap and began slowly creeping toward the center.

I took a step forward before I felt Dean grab my hand. “Wait a second."

I turned to him. "What's wrong?"

He held my face in his hands and kissed me urgently. "Don't get hurt. Hell isn't worth a single hair on your head."

"Don't get sentimental, Winchester." I said, leaning into his hands. "Let's stop the apocalypse." I wiggled my eyebrows at him, but it didn't change the wrinkle on his forehead.

I clicked the safety off my gun and stepped over the line. Dean followed closely behind.

We caught up with Sam and John quickly, and made our way to the center. The wind was howling around us, thunder booming, lightening lighting up the sky. Something was coming. I just hoped to god that we would beat them to the punch. We had to find the gun.

I never told the boys, but I'd met them before. I was probably 8 years old. I was at Bobby's while my parents were celebrating their anniversary. I was told to stay in the back room when John and his boys arrived. Sam was little, around five years old.

I couldn't help but watch them from the back room. Sam would try to play, but Dean was so serious. He kept telling Sam to stop, at least while John was there.

Bobby had this patch of flowers outside the house that his wife had planted. I snuck out the back door and gathered a small bouquet. I snuck back inside and laid the flowers in front of the boys door.

Kids should be happy. I was under the impression that Dean had never smelled a rose. If he had, then he couldn't be so sad. I watched him open the door and pick them up. He looked around before pressing his nose to the flowers. He smiled. I didn't know what he did with them after, but I was just so happy that he was able to smile.

I could make him smile forever.

I looked up a the sky. "Dean." I murmured.

"What?" He asked, following my gaze.

Large bellows of black demon smoke circled around our heads. They were beating down the devils trap. They wanted to see it, the gate to hell.

"We need to hurry." Dean said, changing into a jog. I followed quickly on his heels. Sam and John met our pace easily.

The wind and weather got worse the closer we got to the center of the devils trap. The closer we got to the gate.

My braid whipped around me. The air seemed to chill. It was heavy, and my chest ached.

"The center is a cemetery." John said. "We are getting close."

The closer we got to the center the less demon activity I could see. They couldn't get to us, not here.

We opened the gate to enter the cemetery and John waived for us to cover all the edges.

I could see a man. He was tall, and obviously ex military. He was strong, I could tell by his wide shoulders and the way that his jacket was snug against his arms. In his right hand he held the Colt. He wasn't being cautious, not enough. So he didn't see us walk up behind him.

"Stop right there." Dean said. All of our guns were raised an pointed at him.

He turned and looked at us. He was human. He couldn't be a demon, because he was in the trap. My heart squeezed. "What do they have on you?" I asked him. "We can help, just don't do this. You don't have to do this."

He smiled then, showing all of his teeth. "Little girl you don't know anything, do you?" Something sparked in his eyes. "Put that gun to your head."

My hand started to shake, as I felt my arm curl up. I wasn't in control. It felt like a muscle twitch at first, but then I didn't feel like me at all. My body wasn't my own. "Dean." I managed to croak out as the metal of my gun touched my temple.

"Let her go." Dean commanded.

"You put your guns down."

The men looked to each other before lowering their guns.

"Good." He said before taking off toward the crypt he stood in front of.

I could feel my finger press on the trigger as John pushed the gun away from my head. It went off and my muscles relaxed again.

Sam and Dean unloaded their clips into him, but it was too late. The man pushed the Colt into a hole in the center of the door and the inscription in it started to spin. He fell face first into the dirt.

Dean walked to me and pulled me into a hug. "That was close." He whispered into my hair.

There was a click and we all turned toward the door.

"Get down!" John yelled.

Dean yanked me down behind a headstone and pulled me against him to protect me from the blast. I held onto him tightly, but even from down below there was a rush of black smoke. I could feel it pulsing in the air. The demons were pouring out of Hell. The sheer number of them were breaking through the iron rails, letting in the demons circling. It was a wind storm of demons.

"We have to close the gate!" Sam shouted.

Dean nodded and released me from his grip before pushing back out to the gate.

Dean

I ran as hard as I could to the gate. Demons poured out of it, and walking towards the gate was like running into a hurricane. Dad, Sam, and Ava were pushing up behind me. I reached forward and pulled the Colt from the hole it was stuck in. I yanked and flew backwards, smacking into a gravestone a few yards back.

"Damn." I groaned as I sat up. The three of them pushed against each side of the doors, trying to close the gate.

They seemed to be making a little headway when I saw a man walking towards me. "I think that belongs to me." He said gesturing to the Colt.

I looked up and saw his eyes. They were yellow.

"You bitch." I shakily raised the gun to him.

He tilted his head to the side and with a wave of his hand the Colt flew. "Uh uh. Don't play with Daddy's guns."

"Dean!" Ava called to me, a look of terror in her eyes. She looked to the gate and to me, before she ran to me.

Yellow eyes cut her off and grabbed both of her arms.

"Ava!" I shouted, standing up. "Let her go, dick!" He flicked a finger, and I was pressed against the headstone. I couldn't move. I struggled against the invisible force holding me.

He looked at her. "You care about this girl." He touched her cheek. "You wouldn't kill me if I were inside of her." He opened his mouth, his smoke trickling out. It stopped at her lips and sucked back into his body. "She's warded."

I met Ava's eyes. Sam and Dad almost had the gate closed, but since Ava abandoned it they were struggling to push the doors together.

“Where, oh where." He said eyeballing her open skin, his fingers trailed along the bottom of her shirt and he lifted it. "There we are." Ava struggled against the arm that held her. He was a demon, and he was too strong for her. He pulled out a knife and pressed it against her tattoo, slicing it.

Her mouth opened in a scream, causing Sam to turn and look at us. "Dean!" He shouted. Dad gave him a nod and he moved from the gate, running towards us.

Yellow eyes grinned at me. "I wonder how it'll feel to be so pretty." He opened his mouth and his smoke screeched out and flowed into Ava's parted lips.

Lightening danced above our heads, and thunder shook the graveyard.

The man that was possessed fell to the ground next to Ava. She cracked her neck and opened her eyes. They glowed yellow. She leaned down and picked up the Colt. "Can't use this, can you boys?"

"Ava can you hear me? Resist!" I fought harder.

"I'm in her head, you know." Yellow Eyes said with a smile. "There's a lot she doesn't say."

Dad pushed the gate shut and turned to us. "Azazel!" He yelled.

Ava turned to him, blinking in surprise. "John Winchester." She folded her arms across her chest. "I thought it was time we met. These are your boys?" She laughed, and flicked a finger, releasing me. "They won't let you kill me."

"They don't have a choice." Dad said, as he burst into a run.

"No, no, no." Yellow eyes said, bringing the blade up to Ava's throat. "I can still possess her even if she's dying, even if she's dead."

"You won't kill her." Sam growled. "She's your leverage."

"True." Yellow eyes shrugged. "But I can hurt her." He took the knife and cut her arm, blood pouring out. "I can hear her screaming." Ava's eyebrows wiggled. "She's afraid."

"I'll kill you, you son of a bitch!" I shouted.

Sam started chanting.

"An exorcism? Really?" He said, taking the knife and plunging it in between Ava's ribs.

Sam paused for a moment, as Ava balled over.

She looked up, and the yellow eyes were gone. "Dean. Kill him." She coughed out, blood pouring out of her lips. She tossed the gun my way. I caught it with shakes hands. "Let me go." She said before her eyes rolled back into her head. She blinked and they were yellow again. "Feisty thing." He said. "But you won't, Will you, Dean?"

I held up the gun. "It's what she would want?"

"You'd really shoot your girlfriend and your baby?"

The air went cold around me and my hands shook. "You're a liar."

"I'm not." Yellow eyes said, with his hands up. He reached down and touched Ava's stomach. "I can hear the little heart beat. I can tell that she didn't know, not really. In denial." Ava's mouth opened and a sinister laugh escaped her lips. "Probably doesn't want to admit that the father is someone like you. A Winchester. You're all cursed." He hissed.

"Shoot it son!" Dad shouted in desperation.

"She's in there!" My voice shook. "Sammy do the exorcism."

Sam started to chant again.

I could see her leaning over the toilet, throwing up. She had seemed off ever since then. She couldn't be. We were careful... we were...

"I know you're worried about me hunting, but I'm going to do it anyway." She pulled up her dress, causing my heart to skip a beat. She wore black lace panties, and a matching bra. My breath hitched in my throat as my eyes traveled up her pale skin. They landed on a black anti possession tattoo on her ribs. "I'm here for the long hall, so don't use me hunting as an excuse. If you don't want me, then just say it."

That night in the motel. I was enchanted by her. I was drunk.

"Son do it, quick!"

Yellow eyes growled out at Sams exorcism, he took the knife and drug it across Ava's throat.

It went is slow motion. I could see the veins popping, and blood pouring like a waterfall.

"No!" I shouted. I could see the black smoke start to escape from her lips, and I pulled the trigger. I could see the the bullet spin. It collided with her chest before Yellow Eyes could smoke out. I watched his eyes widen as white hot electricity rolled through Ava's skin and in to his spirit. He cried out in pain, and it didn't sound like Ava at all.

He went dark, and her eyes looked human again. I dropped the Colt and ran to her, catching her in my arms before she hit the ground.

She was already gone.

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The Believer & The Skeptic: Chap. 5 - The Queen Will See You Now

Summary: The Winchesters and Castiel search for Ansley frantically. They are contacted by the new ruler of Hell a demon named Lucy who has Ansley. Before they can come up with a plan, Dean makes a rash decision to get Ansley back. Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel and Ansley Novak (OFC) Pairing: Dean x Ansley (OFC) - Eventually Warnings: Angst Word Count: 2341 A/N: Things are looking grim for Dean and Ansley... As always this is unbeta so all mistakes are mine. Likes, comments and reblogs are splendid and I will love you doubly for them! Enjoy!

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“Dean! Help me!” Ansley screamed as he was trying to get up. “DEAN!” she cried out then Dean watched as the woman hit her over the head.

“Ansley!” He shouted as the woman handed her off to a larger man.

“Nuh-uh, Winchester. Where do you think you’re going?” She held out her hand pinning him against the wall.

He could feel blood running down the side of his face. He struggled against the force holding him as she stepped in front of him. She was around the same height as Ansley with long dark brown hair and amber eyes that turned black.

“What do you want with her?” He said through his gritted teeth.

“I want her and you to never see each other again. I want her to feel the pain that one day her daughter will inflict on me.” The woman grabbed Dean’s jaw as she looked into his eyes. “I want her to bleed.”

She started to walk away from him as he asked, “Who are you? You’re not just some punk demon.”

Her laughter filled his ears as her hold on him got tighter. “I’m Lucy and I’m the Queen of Hell.” She walked out of the room as Dean hit the floor scrambling to get up.

He ran down to the entrance of Ansley’s apartment building and saw Castiel fighting off two demons as a black van drove away. Dean picked up an angel blade on the ground and stabbed one of the demons in the back as Castiel stabbed the other one in the chest.

“Dean, are you alright?” He asked.

Dean shook his head, “No. No, I’m not alright. Ansley just got kidnap by some demon claiming to be the Queen of Hell. Come on, we need to get back to the Bunker now.”

They both got in the car as Dean called Sam to tell him what happened. The drive back the Bunker was quiet as Dean kept thinking about what Ansley could be going through. If only he had stayed away like he originally planned then maybe none of this would have happened.

“Dean, you know there is nothing you could have done.” Hearing Castiel’s words made his jaw clenched as he swallowed down the anger desperate to escape his body.

“I could have stayed away from her. I could have never admitted that I’m drawn to her. That I want to be with her.” He glanced over to Castiel who was looking worried and upset.

“That would not have changed anything. The demon would have still come for her. Did the demon say anything?” Dean told him everything the demon had said gripping the steering wheel.

“She talked about Ansley having a daughter?” Dean nodded glancing over to see Castiel looking panicked.

“What is it, Cas?” His friend was concentrating as if going through files inside his head.

“There are few creatures that can time travel or see into the future. I think we need to contact Billie.” A cold chill went down Dean’s spine thinking about summoning her.

“Death? Really?” he asked as Castiel nodded as the hit the city line of Lebanon.

Once they were all in the Bunker, they gather all the ingredients to summon Death. Sam recited the incantation and threw a lit match into the bowl.

“Winchesters. You do know how much I hate be plucked out of my reading room.” Billie said standing in front of them dressed from head to toe in black.

“Hey Billie, you’re looking good. Being Death is really suiting you well.” Dean rambled as she glared at him.

“What do you want?” she asked sitting down at the large wooden table kicking her thigh-high boots on the table.

“We need to know if one of your Reapers has been passing information on to a demon named Lucy?” Castiel explained as Billie raised an eyebrow in curiosity.

“Yes, I had a Reaper who decided to make a few deals with Lucy on the side. I took care of him though. Why?” she asked narrowing her eyes specifically at Dean.

Dean looked to Castiel and then to Sam before sitting across from Billie. “Lucy has taken someone special to me and she is going to torture her. I need to know everything or anything to help me get her back.” Billie swung her feet off the table smirking at Dean as she turned facing him.

“Lucy has kidnapped Ansley Novak. Wow, the stones of that demon. I’m kind of impress.” Dean bit the inside of his cheeks to keep from growling.

“Will you help me?” He asked his voice straining.

Billie sat back thinking for a moment before answering. “Lucy is running hell from an abandoned hotel in Watertown, New York. I’m sure that is where she will have Ansley.” Billie stood up walking towards the Bunker door.

“Wait, I have another question for you?” Dean said as Billie slowly turned around.

She smirked, “You want to know about your daughter. Yes Dean, you and Ansley will one day have a daughter. She will grow up to become a strong hunter and vessel.”

Dean felt his heart drop, “Vessel?”

Billie nodded smiling. “Yes, a perfect vessel for Michael and unlike her father she will say yes in order to save the world. She will be feared and respected by many. Her first kill will be Lucy that is if you can save Ansley. Good luck.” With that Billie vanished as Dean felt as if her would be sick.

“Dean, are you okay?” Sam asked as Dean put his head in his hands.

A million thoughts were running through his mind but one stood out amount all of them. He looked up to his brother and best friend shaking his head adamantly. “There is no way in hell I am letting Michael anywhere near my daughter. It won’t happen, Sammy.”

Sam nodded walking around to his side placing a hand on his shoulder. “I know Dean, but right now we just need to focus on getting Ansley back. Come on, we need to get to New York.” Dean nodded trying to focus on Ansley, but everything Billie had told him cloud his mind.

The three of them made the twenty-one hours trip only stopping for food or to switch drivers. There was only one abandoned hotel just on the outskirts of Watertown that was boarded up and signs of condemnation posted all around it.

“This must be it.” Dean said driving past it slowly.

“Yes, it is heavily warded against angels.” Castiel stated.

Sam sighed as Dean drove down a few blocks parking the Impala. “I guess Sam and I will go first to clear the warding then you can come in.”

Castiel nodded as Sam look apprehensive about his plan. “We should wait, and gather more information before walking in there. We have no idea how she could have the place guarded or anything. I say we do a little digging and then come up with a safer plan.”

Dean shook his head, “No we go in there now. Kill any demons that get in our way and get Ansley out of there.”

Dean felt Castiel’s hand on his shoulder, “I think Sam is right especially if I cannot get in there. It is safer for Ansley if we have a well thought out plan.”

Dean let out a frustrated sigh as he started the car. “Fine.” He drove to the nearest motel.

Sam and Castiel had decided to go to the diner down the street from the motel for food. Dean wanted to stay back and look through the information that had found out on Lucy. Ten minutes after they had left, Dean’s phone rang.

“Yeah?” He answered then sat straight up hearing Lucy’s familiar voice.

“Hey there Winchester, I hear you are in my neck of the woods. Could I invite you over for some torturing and screaming?” She laughed at her own joke.

Her snarky tone irritated him, “Sure Lucy. I would love to come and drive my angel blade into your heart.”

She laughed as he stood up grabbing his keys thankful Sam and Castiel had decided to walk. Lucy’s cheerily tone fueled his anger. “Awe, your words hit me in all the right places. My door is open so come on over. We are overdue for a chat and I’m sure you’re curious about how Ansley is holding up.”

Dean’s heart broke when he heard Ansley’s whimpering, “Dean, don’t…“ was all he heard before Lucy was on the phone again.

“Tick-tock Winchester.” He heard the click and was out the door. For a moment he thought about getting Sam and Castiel but drove off knowing they would only try to talk him out of going. He had to get Ansley and if he could kill Lucy.

Dean was walking through the abandoned lobby of the hotel his angel blade tucked in his sleeve in case any demons came out from the shadows. It was quiet inside the hotel, a little too quiet for his liking as he made his way to a large banquet room.

“Mr. Winchester.” He whirled around dropping his blade and pointing it to a man who would tower over Sam even. “No need for that, Mr. Winchester. The Queen will see you now.” He said motioning towards a small hallway just on the side of the banquet room.

As Dean followed the demon to another small banquet room he saw Lucy sitting on embellished high back chair. She was surrounded by various demons and then Dean saw Ansley hearing a soft gasp escape his lips. She was kneeling off to the side of Lucy ripped down to her panties and bra. Ansley’s porcelain skin was marked all over with welts, cuts and bruises. Her head hung low with her black hair blocking her face completely. The longer he looked at her the angrier he was getting. Red, hot rage was running through his veins and he looked to the source of that rage sitting joyfully in her chair.

“I’m so glad you could join us, Dean. I truly wanted you here to see all that I have in store for your precious Ansley.” Lucy stood up taking off her black leather jacket revealing a black form fitting tank top.

“I’m going to kill you.” His voice was low, steady and threatening.

Lucy’s laughter fueled the fury bottling up inside him. “I know you won’t. You’ve never been able to kill the one who sits at the throne. Crowley, Lucifer, Asmodeus. None of them died at your hand and I won’t either.”

Lucy was standing beside Ansley and pulled her head up by her hair. Dean went to move but felt two demons grab a hold of his arms. “Sorry Dean, can’t have you ruining my fun. Have a set, relax for a while and enjoy the show.”

Dean was shoved down into a chair as the demons held him down. Blood streamed down Ansley’s face and her lip was bleeding dripping down her chin. He watched as Lucy smacked her across the face and hearing Ansley scream out reached down into a primal protectiveness Dean did not know he had. He growled and broke free from the demons holding him.

Luckily, he was prepared by having a second angel blade tucked in the side of his jacket. He stabbed the first demon easily as the second one flung him across the room. He got up a little shaky and had no time to think as demons were coming after him. A group of five to six demons took him down kicking, punching and even biting him to keep him on the ground.

After a couple of minutes his body was numb to it all and that is when an alarm went off. The sprinkler system started spraying water everywhere with the demons were burning and screaming. They all started to scatter as Dean saw Sam and Castiel running in. Castiel went up to Dean who was trying to get up to get to Ansley.

“An-Ansley. Go.” He choked out as his head spun.

“This isn’t over Winchesters! You all will die now.” Was the last thing her heard before passing out from all the pain he felt coming from his body.

Ansley woke up in the hospital with Castiel by her side. “Cas…” She said just above a whisper. Her throat felt like it was on fire and had gurgle sand.

“Ansley, I am so glad you are awake. I will go get Sam and your doctor.” Before she could say anything else he was out the door.

A few moments later, her doctor along with Castiel and Sam came into her room. After checking her from head to toe, the doctor said she could be released today but needed to take it easy for the next week to make sure none of her stitches came out. Once the doctor had left she looked up to Sam and Castiel worriedly.

“Where is Dean?” The two men looked at one another and then back at her. Sam sat on the side of her bed and she noticed the large bags under his eyes.

“The demons beat him severally. They had to do emergency surgery for internal bleeding.” Ansley felt the panic spread throughout her as Sam grabbed a hold of her hand. “He will pull through, but the main concern is the swelling on his brain. He is in a coma right now but the doctors are hopefully since the swelling is going down.”

Ansley felt tears running down her face as she whispered, “It’s all my fault.”

Sam shook his head. “You are not to blame for any of this. I know Dean better than anyone and he will pull through.”

Ansley nodded as she turned on her side facing away from them the heavy guilt on her chest pinning her to the bed. Ansley was released the next day and she went straight to Dean’s room never leaving his bedside for days. She hardly ate or drank anything just keeping constant vigil at his side. On the seventh day, there was a knock on the door as a man came walking in.

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Title: A Little Piece of Hell

By: GreasyGyeom

Summary: There’s a demon on the loose.

Mark x Reader (F) | Angst | Multichapter

It started off as a usual day, really. Blood in the ER, screams, emergencies, surgeries — it was all fitting to the standard of being a doctor at the general hospital. You had changed your scrubs twice already—once because of blood; once because of vomit—the score till now was equal.

Nothing was out of the ordinary. Absolutely nothing.

“Doctor I need you to check a patient in the ER, bed no. 12, for possible stitches due to glass cuts.” the nurse distracted you.

“What do you think, Jimin?” You looked away from the surgery board and asked, “does the patient need the stitches?”

“He’s got glass still lodged in his arm, I’m fairly sure he does.”

“Then why hasn’t Dr. Lim taken care of it?”

“He was going to, but he got pulled into surgery and we’re short on interns.”

You nodded, curtly, not bothering to hide your scowl and made your way to the ER. On your way out of the general ward you almost banged into a gurney carelessly parked in the middle of the corridor.

It irritated you.

You walked down three flights and into the adjacent building to visit the patient. It was ironic that being a doctor, you hated the way the hospital smelt of astringent. You couldn’t imagine why it couldn’t always smell of sandalwood—all they had to do was install room fresheners every 20 feet.

The patient was sitting at the edge of his bed with a blank expression; like he didn’t really care much about being there.

You pulled his report from the side of the bed, made by the on-call doctor.

“Hello good morning Mr. ––” you stole a glance at the report in your hand.

“Mark Tuan.” He replied

“Right.” You acknowledged and continued reading the chart “You’re here for glass cuts on your left hand? May I please see it?”

You looked down and found him staring at your face, rather vacantly.

“Mr. Tuan? Your hand please?”

“Oh, right.” He extended his wounded arm, disinterestedly.

He seemed to have punched through glass because those little pieces were stuck inside three out of four of his fingers. A larger piece jutted out from the centre right below the knuckles. You probed around his swollen, cut-open skin.

“How long ago did this happen?”

“I’m not sure.. two hours maybe?”

“You waited for two hours with a bleeding hand?”

“I had... things to take care of.” He replied, flexing his hand, unflinchingly. You watched in confusion. He should have been in a lot of pain. There was glass pieces in his hand for fuck’s sake.

“Okay. I’m going to remove the shards, but it’s going to hurt a little. Please could you lie down for me?”

“I’m fine like this.”

“No, sir, you’re going to have to lie down. I need to use that table.”

He complied with your instructions and shifted back up. You sterilised your hands before using the forceps, to pluck out the fragments and you waited to hear him flinch.

Every time you dug into his skin you anticipated a squirm or a groan or a possible physical recoil but he sat there unwavering; his eyes switching between your face and your hands.

It was unnerving.

When all the glass was out, you exhaled a long deep breath. You had to check so minutely under the magnifying glass, your eyes had begun to hurt.

“Do you need a break?” He asked, looking at you deeply.

His eyes were strikingly dark but you couldn’t decide if they reminded you of a vast galaxy or the dark deep blue sea.

He ran his fingers through his brown-black hair and it fell right back in into place. Something about him was unsettlingly mesmerising.

“That won’t be necessary.” You shrugged and asked the nurse to get you a double dose of local anaesthetic, to administer on the gentleman.

You had been a doctor long enough to know that local anaesthetic injections were painful. Yet there he was, unbothered by the fact that thick liquid was being forced into his body.

He pulled out his phone from the leather jacket he was wearing and busied himself. If anything, he looked calmer when you began suturing his wound.

Something was definitely off.

You poked his skin, where you knew the anaesthetic would have had no effect and he held his straight face intact, still staring into his phone. There really was only one explanation for it. But you needed to know if he knew.

“How did you get hurt, if you don’t mind me asking?” You began.

“Oh you know.. the usual.”

“The usual?”

He seemed a bit flustered, trying to answer without raising suspicion. “Uhm... I was trying to fix my window and the glass fell out of the pane.”

You looked at him carefully. He didn’t look like thief. He was well mannered, polite and quite dignified in the way he carried himself. But you knee hie deceiving looks could be; case in point, yourself.

If the scrubs came off, no one would know you’re a surgeon.

“Is that why it took you two hours to reach the hospital?” You dug further, putting in the last stitch.

He doesn’t reply to that and counter-questions you instead, “How soon can I leave?”

“After the dressing and tetanus; and signing all the necessary papers, you’re free to go.”

“Right, okay. Are you satisfied with your interrogation, doc?”

You despised being called ‘doc’. It reminded you of bugs bunny but in the least endearing way.

“I wasn’t interrogating you. I was just distracting you from the pain of the sutures.”

He signed, “Oh come on, doc. I think we both know what you were trying to do there. It’s not my first trip to the hospital.”

“Well, I’m glad you have me all figured out, Mr. Tuan. Please get the dressing changed day after tomorrow.”

With a bored look in his eyes, he nodded.

Your work was done. Gathering all your necessary paraphernalia, you turned on your heals, only to be stopped by him.

“Why can’t you doctors just ask?”

“I’m not required to ask you anything, sir —“

“Yet you spent half an hour beating around the bush. I’d tell you, if you just asked.”

He went from being a quiet, broody dude to a sarcastic, smart mouth pretty fast. It was really getting in your nerves, considering how thin your patience ran.

“Alright, fine, Mr. Tuan; since you insist. Do you have CIP?”

“I do, indeed, doc. Now, was that so hard? You just had to ask.”

You gaped at him, unbelievably. “How long have you known?”

“Since I was a child and older kids would beat me up and I wouldn’t feel anything.”

“I- I’m sorry.”

This took a dark turn pretty fast.

“It’s alright, it works out well for me in my line of work.”

You opened your mouth to ask what he meant but he cut you short.

“See you around, doc.”

For a reason unknown to yourself, you didn’t question him any further, even though you wanted to.

“See you around, Mr. Tuan.”

The nurse who was supposed to do his dressing came into your view and you took the opportunity to vacate his immediate surroundings.

“Okay Sir, this may hurt for a little bit longer but please bear with me.” You over heard her say while leaving.

He chuckled, “It’s alright, I can’t feel pain.”

The night sky cloaked over the city. Mark sat crouched on the rooftop of a high-rise building, sniffing the air. He could taste the blood-shed on his tongue. A gust of cold wind, carrying the scent he’d been searching for alerted him.

He flexed his palm, watching his wound heal under the moonlight. The stitches that had been administered on him vanished completely, leaving behind a new patch of skin.

He pulled out a smaller knife from his pocket and smirked.

It was time to kill some demons.

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sky-writes-daydreams · 7 years ago

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Damn This Man

A/n: So I had a shit night and I need something to smile about. So I’m posting a work I’ve had done for a while. Let’s see if maybe you guys can make me smile today.

Ardyn Izunia X OC Fluff.

Damn this man. Damn his coworkers too and Damn the cold but most of all damn this cough. That’s all I could think of as hard coughs racked my body and made me clutch at my chest. Being rudely awaken by not being able to breathe lately was getting really old. Ever since I came home from the last hunt Besithia sent me on, this had been happening. My lover told me not to go, that it was a bad idea. I had barely recovered from a cold after all. Now it seemed like he was right. It went straight to my chest and now this was my reality.

As it hit again, I felt strong arms pull me up and a warm hand against my back as the other presses a handkerchief in my hands. I was thankful when I felt myself cough something up. I groaned slightly once it stopped trying to relearn how to breath, hiding it from him.

“Don’t… I already know.” I felt heat rush to my face in anger. Insufferable bastard.

“Keep that up and see if I don’t hit you…”

“I’m pretty sure you couldn’t even knock a pillow over right now…” I growled then which set off another round. He pulled me up against him and I leaned there. It helped. I could breathe for sure but it hurt. I felt him touch the back of my neck and sigh.

“Fever… you need a doctor hon.”

“No I don’t… I can beat this on my own.”

“Skylar I seriously doubt that. You barely beat that cold on your own.”

“Hey I did beat that! I was fine… Just… Stupid cold air.” It was a weak excuse. I didn’t care. Anything to keep me from going to the doctor.

Sadly though, someone else had other plans. Despite the fact it was five in the morning, Ardyn was determined to make me go. I sat up a bit to get my blanket, intending to sleep against his chest, when he slipped off the bed. I looked over worried. He had just gotten back to our room less than an hour ago.

“Babe?” He smiled then. He was just taking off his dress boots.

“Wanted my shoes off.” I smiled then and went to the edge of the bed.

“Oh yeah? Do I get to take the rest off?”

“Maybe. If you’re a good girl.” I stopped then. Even with his boots off ardyn was taller than me and way stronger. Many times he’s picked me up like a sack of potatoes and tossed me on the bed for fun. He got up then and came over. I didn’t think anything of it when he picked me up. I just curled up to his chest smiling looking forward to cuddles.

That got blown all to hell when he started walking. I sat up then and he smiled.

“Go to the doctor and behave and you’ll get whatever you want. Fight me and you’ll sleep alone till you’re better and still have to go to the doctor.”

“Jerk!!! Put me down!”

“So you can run back to bed?”

“Maybe! What's it to you!? I’m fine!” I could feel it. My chest was trying to lock up again. I couldn't get riled up like normal. He noticed.

“No. Skylar, I’m sorry but you’re going.” I couldn’t even growl or try to bite him. I was trying to make sure this pain would ease so I could breathe. I got lost as he walked to the medical ward here in the palace. I had to give them that. These niffs really had some medical knowledge. He let me down once we got there and gave me his scarf to wear. I was pouting hard core but it did help. I buried my face in it then just breathing in his scent. He always smelt warm and like an old fashioned spice market. It was damn addictive for sure. I saw the main doctor come up and smile at us then.

“Chancellor. What can I do for you?”

“My love is sick… she was rather reluctant to come so I brought her.”

“Tricked is a better word.” The doctor chuckled then.

“I see. Well come with me… Skylar right?” I nodded then.

“I’m Dr. Reid. I’ll check it out. See if he was right to trick you ok?” I gave him a look then and sighed.

“Fine…” He smiled then and we followed him back towards the end. He opened a room and I just wanted to run. I hated it. The medical bed thing, the smell of antiseptic. Ardyn had to practically walk me in and I stole the empty chair in the corner. Dr. Reid just smiled then as he slipped in.

“Don’t like doctors huh?”

“What gave it away?” I muttered and he chuckled.

“The attitude. Relax…. I don’t bite.”

“He does.” I pointed to ardyn then. He was sitting on the table and shrugged.

“You like it.” I gasped then which set off another round. Dr. Reid froze then and sighed.

“You too huh?” I looked up as I got it to stop for a second.

“Too? Who…?” I choked again and started coughing. The doc sat on his stool then and sighed.

“One of Highwind’s men. Had a cold and went hunting. Came in yesterday coughing his head off. His boss wasn’t going to let him work unless he came.” I groaned a bit then.

“Biggs…. He wasn’t looking too good that day. Crap….” The Doctor nodded then and smiled.

“Sounds like you both should have stayed home that day.” I huffed then glaring daggers at Ardyn. Ardyn had this smug look going because he told me to stay home that day. Dr. Reid smiled then as he came close.

“Relax…. Things happen. You’ll get him back.”

“Damn straight I will….” I mumbled. I really was not in the mood for him to be an ass.

The exam went by rather quickly. A few chest x-rays and him listening to my chest led to the diagnoses I dreaded. Bronchitis. I had a feeling but I really was hoping it was not this. While waiting for him to come back from checking the x-rays, I ended up curling up with my head in Ardyn’s lap trying to sleep again. I felt like shit now that he was making me admit it. I was just about to go back to sleep when Dr. Reid walked back in.

“You awake?”

“Barely.” I slowly moved up then and he smiled.

“Good news. It is Bronchitis and we can start the meds now. Bad news…. It’s in the form of two shots.” I froze then trying to rub something out of my eye.

“Seriously?”

“Yeah.” I groaned then and leaned over on ardyn.

“Same arm or seperate?”

“It would be better if it was separate hon…” I whined then kicking my legs. Ardyn laughed a bit and hugged me.

“Come on. Just two shots and then you can go back and sleep.” He gave me a small kiss then and I sighed.

“Fine.” Dr. Reid smiled then.

“Sleep wins over fear?”

“Pretty much cuz he’s going to be my pillow whether he likes it or not.” They both laughed then and his nurse came in. Ardyn got my hand then and I just looked down waiting. I refused to look at all. I felt the pinch then and just waited till the bandage was on there. I moved then to the other side and she smiled.

“Doing pretty good hon.” I just nodded then. Ardyn smiled.

“To think… you can hunt and kill daemons but when it comes to getting shots…”

“Tell anyone else and you’re a dead man. I love you but I will not have anyone else knowing.” I winced then. It hurt more this time.

“Sorry… needle’s a little bit bigger.”

“It’s cool..” I felt it come out and the bandage was over it then. I shuddered relaxing then and She smiled gently.

“It’s ok. You did pretty good. You should have seen some of the soldiers we get in here.” I laughed a bit then. Dr. Reid smiled then as he held out a prescription sheet.

“Give this to the girl at the front desk. She’ll get it ready and then you’re on your way to bed hon.” I nodded taking it then.

“Thanks…. How long before I can hunt again?”

“Until you stop coughing. Could be a week. Could be more.” I groaned again and Ardyn lightly laughed hugging me.

“Relax…. Just means you can harass me during work and finally finish those books. It’s a vacation for you.” I just nodded. I didn’t feel like arguing. We left the room and I let Ardyn take the prescriptions. I curled up in a chair and soon he was beside me. I leaned over and he put his arm over me.

“Hopefully you can sleep after this…”

“I hope. I was having a really nice dream.” I was already close to passing back out. He was so warm and his coat was always soft and with his scarf by my face, I was in perpetual heaven.

“What about?” I smiled then.

“Us…. You were laughing before I got whipped cream on your face at a picnic back home.” I felt him chuckle then.

“That does sound nice…. I do have free time coming. Maybe we can make it happen.” I hummed a bit then smiling. It did sound nice. A little picnic back home in dusace with Ardyn. No more war or demons or gods. Just us. I never felt myself drift off like that.

I was watching her get the prescriptions ready when I felt it. A slight buzz against my arm. I look down and skylar was asleep. I watched and the little buzz happened again as she exhaled. She was snoring slightly. I couldn't help but laugh lightly. She had the uncanny talent of falling asleep on me anywhere. The pharmacist looked over and smiled.

“Guess the shots kicked in huh?”

“I would believe so… she’s been up and down all night.” She cringed then and walked around with the bags.

“Yikes… well maybe she’ll get some sleep now. Um…” I smiled and held out my hand. She smiled then.

“Pills to help fight the infection. Inhaler to help her breathe. Twice a day on pills.Inhalers is as needed but no more than three hits. If she needs help or reacts badly, come on back.”

“Thank you. I assume…?”

“It’s covered. Since she’s on file as your significant other.”

“Ah. Good. Thank you my dear.” I hid them in my jacket then and looked over. She didn't have a tight grip on me. The pharamistict went back to her job as I moved and picked her up. She was only a few inches shorter but so much lighter than one would have thought. She mumbled a bit but didn’t fuss as her head rested against my heart. I walked back carefully with her like that against me.

When I got to our room, she moved a bit. I looked down and soon helped her get the scarf off. It must have annoyed her in her sleep. I laid her down gently on the bed and tucked her in under her favorite blanket when she got my hand. I was going to work on paperwork close by but stopped when I felt that. I looked and her eyes were opened.

“Stay?”

“I’ve got work dear…”

“Please…. Just till I’m totally out? It’s hard to sleep without you near..” She always sounds so young when she's half asleep like this. It gets me everytime. I sigh and checked my watch. It was only 6:45. An hour’s nap with her wouldn't put me behind schedule. I smiled then.

“Alright…. Just this once.” She smiled then and rolled over facing my side of the bed.

“That's what you always say.” I walked over and after dropping my coat and shirt, I got under the covers.

“And yet I always give in… what witchcraft have you worked on me, skylar?” She giggled then curling up next to my arm and hugging it.

“It’s cuz i'm cute.” I laughed lightly then turning over to hold her.

“Cuz you’re cute? Hm…. I’ll buy it for now. Sleep well love.”

“You too… you big bully.” I just smiled then and kissed her head. Damn this woman. She was going to be the end of me for sure.

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Demonic Overdose

Febuwhump Day 7: Poisoning

Fandom: Supernatural

TW: Non-consensual Drug Use

Word Count: 1255

Tags: Hurt Sam Winchester, protective Dean Winchester, Hurt/Comfort, demonic possession, non-consensual drug use

Dean stepped from the shadows once he heard the angry roar. Whoever the Demon was, they weren’t very smart. Dean had set several different devil’s traps around the warehouse. Some on the floor, some on the lower ceilings areas. This dumbass had walked into the first one. And it wasn’t even super well hidden.

As Dean stepped from out of his hiding spot, the demons’ head whipped around to face him. The demon grinned maliciously and Dean shivered. It was eerie seeing his normally kind and empathetic brother’s face with such a cold and viscous grin.

“Hey, Dean. I think I have something of yours. You want it back?”

“Get out of him you son of a bitch.”

“But why? I’m having so much fun. This meatsuit is impeccable. The muscles are nice and toned. I can reach the top shelf anywhere I go. I think I might stay.”

“No you won't, you dick.” Dean said as he pulled John’s journal up to read the exorcism.

“Oh! I almost forgot. One thing before you start.” Before Dean could even react, the demon pulled a small bottle from Sam’s jacket. He popped it open and dumped the entire bottle in his mouth.

“What was that?” Dean demanded

The only response he received was another malevolent smirk.

“Tell me!”

“Now why would I do that? It takes away all the fun.”

“You son of a bitch, I hope you rot in hell.” Dean growled. Dean spat out the exorcism as fast as he could without mangling the words. The second the black smoke finished pouring out of Sam’s mouth, Sam collapsed to the ground.

“Sammy!” Dean screamed as he ran towards his brother. “Hey, little brother. Are you with me?”

Sam gave no movement at Dean’s words. Dean shook him, but there was no response. He tried grinding his knuckles into Sam’s sternum and still received no response. Dean double checked that Sam still had a pulse and was relieved to feel one, weak as it was. Sam’s breathing was far too slow and shallow to be adequate. He turned Sam towards him until he laid on his side and stuck his fingers down Sam’s throat. Sam gagged but didn’t puke, so Dean tried again, slightly increasing the pressure at the back of Sam’s throat. Finally, Sam puked. Several half digested white pills came tumbling out with some stomach acid.

Dean realized then that he was out of his league. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and quickly dialed 911. The operator stayed on the line with him as he waited for the ambulance to arrive. The warehouse was on the outskirts of the city meaning it would take a little bit longer for them to arrive. Dean was thankful they weren’t out in the damn boonies.

Dean kept a hand pressed to his brother’s neck, trying not to panic as long as he still felt the thump of Sam’s heart. Finally, Dean heard sirens in the distance. He’d never been so thankful for that sound in his life. Usually they avoided those sirens like the plague, but today Dean was happy to hear them.

The medics came rushing in and quickly took control of the situation. Dean explained what had happened, sans demon of course, as they assessed him. Dean just watched as they placed a mask over Sam’s mouth and squeezed air into his lungs for him. They set up an IV and pushed some sort of medication that brought Sam to a little more awareness. As soon as Sam was semi-conscious, they loaded him onto the stretcher and into the ambulance. Dean followed behind in the Impala. He wanted to be in the back of the bus with Sam, but they were gonna need a quick escape from the hospital, so Baby needed to be there with them.

At the ER, the doctors asked Dean countless questions, many that Dean didn’t even know, like what Sam took and where he got the meds from. Of course he also had to fill out the insurance info. Dean tried to get them to release him, but the doctor insisted he be kept for observation. They needed to question Sam once he was awake more and determine whether or not a psych hold was in order.

Dean was permitted to sit with his brother once he’d been admitted and settled into his room. He didn’t relax until he saw Sam shifting and his eyes fluttered open. Dean felt a wave of relief pass over him and most of his tension melted away.

“Heya Sammy. How’re you feeling little brother?”

“Like I got run over by a truck.”

“I’m sure. The doc will probably be in soon. She wants to get your story. She wants to place you in a psych hold, so choose your words wisely. As soon as things settle for tonight we’ll break out, ok?”

Sam nodded in response and searched his brain for the best story that would sound believable and keep him off the hold. Dean was gonna struggle to get him out if he was locked up in the psych ward. Before he could settle on the best option, there was a knock at the door and a tall blonde woman in a white coat walked into the room.

Sam decided in that instant to go with what most possessions victims experienced, blackout. He explained to the doctor that he had absolutely no recollection of the past 2 nights and pleaded with her that he had absolutely no desire to off himself. Luckily she bought it enough to not impose a psych hold, but she did put in an order for a psychologist to visit in the morning before he could be released. Sam agreed to the terms, only because they planned on leaving during the night, but she didn’t need to know that. Dean prepped the car, moving as close as possible now that the parking lot was less empty and brought in extra clothes for Sam to change into.

They waited until the night nurse was doing his rounds. As soon as he finished checking on Sam, Dean helped him dress hastily and transferred him into a wheelchair. Sam fought against it, but Dean convinced him that it would work best if they could get out fast, and Sam was still a little unsteady on his feet. Dean peeked out the door and waited for the nurse to enter another patient’s room, and booked down the hall and into the elevator. As soon as Sam was safely loaded into the Impala, they flew out of the parking lot, and straight to the motel. Dean made Sam stay in the car as he quickly packed up the motel and they were on the road in less than 10 minutes.

“I’ll start looking for a case for us once we get to the next city.”

“No way Sammy. We’re taking a break dude.”

“What? No. I’m fine Dean.”

“Sam, stop. You literally almost died from overdose, dude. No way are we hunting for at least a week. You are gonna rest. If that means I have to chain you to the bed, then I will.”

Sam opened up his mouth to argue, but once glance at Dean’s face and he wisely chose to shut up. Sam was no match for a big brother in mother hen mode over a sick or injured little brother. Sam smiled at the thought. He didn’t know what he’d do without his protective big brother.

#febuwhump #febuwhumpday7

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