#wait... sam and dean?🫵

[horsemotifs]

lochy and saxon are like opposites in the way that. saxon seems all big and confident but is an insecure loser actually, lochy seems all shy and inexperienced but once he gets going he goes all in... sex scene is gonna be good as hell #praying

[ingydarwp]

hahaahahahahahahahahaha this is so funny i’m literally summoning demons into your skirting boards 🤣🤣🤣 hahahahahahahahahaha i definitely cant feel your evil seeping through my veins 😅😅😅😅😅

anyway!!!

scout who finally gives up. it’s around the time that sam’s come back, he’s not himself, and still, matty won’t let anyone contact him. he’s just gone. scout lets the idea swallow her up and drown her, every flicker of matty in her current life turning from hope to rot.

when dean’s finally had enough, when he slams his hand down on the table and says they’re going to track him down, scout doesn’t even know how to feel anymore. thinking of matty just makes her feel sick. what if they don’t find him? what if he’s hurt or scared or dead? what if he doesn’t want to see them?

but they track him down, because of course they do. winchesters are always hunting something. some old house way out of town, where the road spits mud against the impala as they drive there and a few free-roaming chickens stare at them curiously as they step out of the car. scout squeezes her hands tight into fists and trails behind sam and dean.

matty matty matty, right at her fingertips but somehow also further away than he’s ever been before.

they knock three times at the door. wait for a response. there’s quiet for a minute — scout’s stomach twists at that, she can’t imagine living in a quiet home — and then the sound of footsteps in a hallway. the lock clicks, hinges creak, and the door swings open.

it is not matty on the doorstep. scout doesn’t know if that’s awful or relieving. it’s just this girl, with narrow eyes and heavy black boots, but as she stares out at them, scout’s heart starts to ache.

those narrow eyes the girl has are matty’s eyes. the freckle constellation across her cheeks is matty’s. her determined mouth, thin shoulders, fierce chin, they are all her matty’s, alien on the wrong face.

dean frowns at the girl, matching her expression neatly.

“who the hell are you?” he says, lacking manners as always, “i came looking for matty winchester, and you’re sure as hell not him.”

the girl scowls. the silver jewellery on her wrists jingles.

“i’m his sister.” she spits. “not that it’s any of your business, really.”

and scout is sure dean says something in response, something snarky and fitting, but she doesn’t hear it. she doesn’t hear anything. suddenly, the world around her seems to narrow, a tight fist constructing around her throat and a ringing in her ears.

his sister. his sister.

matty’s sister.

suddenly, irreversibly, excruciatingly, scout has been replaced.

(ummm idk how this turned into a story extract over time but HA 🫵 take that jude)

((in a loving manner))

"There is very little left of me and it's never coming back" but it's Scout Winchester when she finally lets go of her denial.

Matty was Scout's whole world. He was the only unchanging person in her fucked up life, and she clung to it.

So, when Scout woke up one day, and Matty was gone, it sent her spiraling.

Message after message, call after call, she tried for weeks to get in contact with her brother.

It was to no avail, of course. If Matty let himself respond to Scout's messages, he knew that he would do something very very stupid, and get them both hurt. It was only better if he ignored her.

Scout didn't see it that way, though. Every time her calls went to voicemail, she became twice as determined to get through. She just had to try harder!!

But after a while, Scout began to loose hope. Maybe Matty just really didn't want her around...

To Scout, the sun orbited around Matty, and when Matty left, that orbit stopped.

For once in her life, Scout Winchester was all alone.

important @ingydarwp tag because she's started a war, and i am FIGHTING BACK