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Search and Rescue [ Yato x Reader ] (( 1 out of 2 ))

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When you leave, remember the place where you left me because I’ll still be there waiting for you. 

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 Yato?

You whispered the name questioningly but not with words, but with the way your brows furrowed and you gazed at him. He gave no movement of acknowledging your question, only continued to gaze on as you outstretched your fingers grasping at the thin air. Something was escaping, through a door that someone had left open and you desperately wanted to close it, wanted to keep what had been inside.

Your vision wavered and you felt light headed, stumbling as you continued to look on at him, only he was beginning to fade. Little by little as the sand escaped through the open doors his image began to distort and you fumbled with thoughts.

Ya-

He closed his eyes, so vibrant with an emotion you couldn’t decipher as he turned away. Knuckles white as he gripped his Seiki and then realization dawned on you as you gazed at him. He had cut your ties, had severed everything that the four of you; him, Yukine, Hiyori, and yourself had gone through. All your memories, all your experiences and they were slowly falling through the damp cloth that was your ties.

Your fingers danced around searching for those invisible ties, trying to pull them back together and wind them back around your body but it did no good.

“ —!”

You screamed but the name at this point was foreign as it left your lips. With every syllable that had rolled from your tongue so had the last of your severed memories. Your knees grew weak and before you could catch yourself you collapsed under your body weight at first only to your knees and then completely until you laid flat with the cool concrete pressed against your cheek.

You breathed in the cool air softly as you gazed at the world about you. It seemed just a little more differently than just a few moments ago so much was missing but that couldn’t have been true. It made no sense and you let that all fade as you closed your eyes and dozed off. Nothing was missing, you were pretty sure everything you needed was where it ought to be and yet.

‘Why does my chest hurt? ’

You twisted, now laying your back against the cool concrete as you covered your eyes from the night sky. Tears cascaded from your eyes, sliding down your cheeks and tickling your ears.

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Yato gave a small yawn as he gazed outside into the backyard of Koufuku’s little shop. The sun had been dropping for some time now leaving the outside world illuminated in a warm orange glow. The koi were hyper with life, kissing the surface of the small pond before dispersing once again. The birds that had been singing all morning giving chase and abandoning their post for the remainder of the day. Everything was settling for the night, everything except Yato. He was restless and had been so ever since he had said goodbye to [y/n].

“Yato.”

Hiyori called quietly she made to move, her hand reaching out for his shoulder but Yukine grabbed it giving it a gentle squeeze. Both their eyes locked and a message that signaled for an allowance of space was passed through. The girl sighed as she took her hand back; setting it into her lap as she worriedly glanced towards Yato’s back. She wished he’d stop sulking and go back to the way he was. Yukine as well was at the end of his rope, wanting more than anything to scream at the God to stop his self-pitying and get back to work.

A heavy sigh and their eyes followed the God’s back as he stood from his position hands in his pockets before walking off the porch and into the night mumbling something to the two that was incoherent.

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“[y/n]!~”

Startled at the sound of someone exclaiming your name you glance up and instantly an apologetic smile marks your lips.

“Ah, sorry guys Imma skip for today and head on home. “

A collection of whines but they relent nonetheless complaining that you’d been ditching them on purpose for the last week which in all honesty wasn’t a complete lie. A small laugh escapes and you wave them off with the promise that you all could do something next week after classes which they take to happily.

Only, you’re not too sure about next week either, a grimace marks your face as you pack up your stuff and leave the school. As you trudge on, you can’t help but to think about the past week. Things had been odd, extremely odd. Take for example the other day after classes when you’d been hungry and decided to stop at WcDonald’s. You had ordered your normal and then some. You’d remembered staring at the extra burger for a good twenty minutes in confusion before turning and trashing it. You’d had no reason to keep it, seeing as you hated pickles and for some odd reason had asked for double. Also the day right after that when you’d hung out with a couple of the guys and girls after class you’d ordered specifically a shake with four cherries even when you’d disliked the things.

‘ —! Get – own ! ‘

“Tsk, so troublesome. “

You grumbled and paused in your walk, throwing your bag up against the bench and slumping down tiredly. Eyes to the sky you couldn’t help but let a sigh escape you; your shoulders easing a little but no matter how hard you tried you couldn’t unwind. There was always something, a weight settled on you and it was relentless.

“Come on [y/n] get it together. Exams are right around the corner and there’s no time to spend on moping around.”

Your body leant forward, arms crossed over your legs as you studied the triangular shape your hands were making. Maybe what you were going through was just a slump, depressed about exams, maybe even just anxious.

‘In a way, I feel so slighted and a little bitter, but most of all…’

“I just feel lonely, I miss you.”

You held your breath, the words replaying in your head. I miss you; you gritted your teeth and finally after a week of holding onto the damn gates, you broke down. Frustrated beyond belief over the large hole that had formed inside of you, you flexed your fingers and couldn’t help but wail a little as a memory you couldn’t pinpoint passed you. The memory of warm strings you’d come to adore leaving you.

It took you a while to get over your episode but once you had, you wiped the moisture from your eyes and stood from your spot with your bag in your hand and face held high. As much as you wanted to promise that today was the last time you would allow things to get to you, a small voice in your head battled and all at once the exhaustive feeling came back as you turned to head home.

He shifted the shadows he had been hiding in giving way and showing his figure slumped up against the concrete wall. His head was angled allowing strands of his hair to cover the ever glowing blue of his glum eyes. He remained still until the last of your steps faded and with that he took his leave as well.

The sun had begun to set, setting the world on fire and the cycle would commence. This routine of crying and following that brought him grief; it’s what he deserved after all for what he had done.

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You are my sunshine, my only sunshine

You make me happy, when skies are grey

You’ll never know dear, how much I love you

Please don’t take my sunshine away

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Loki: I shouldn’t have nodded along smh

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Avenging Angels AU

(Yes, Tony’s are metal ones he constructed after his got damaged in Afghanistan)

My other Avengers AUs

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All Hell Breaks Loose (3/?)

The reader makes a deal to save Sam

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"(Y/n)? Corbett?" A voice echoed in the room. You could recognize that voice anywhere. "S-Sam?" You stuttered. "Yeah, it's me. Listen to me guys. Listen to my voice."

"Ignore him." The old man spoke behind you. Corbett turned his head to face you with a scared look in his eyes. "It stops hurting, so don't worry." The man picked up a metal rod and moved to stand behind Corbett.

"Leave him alone you perv!" The old man hit the back of your head with the rod, "Don't worry. You're next." You tried to see what was going on but you couldn't move. "Corbett, stay with me. Stay with me, you got it?" Sam tried to calm him down.

Corbett started breathing fast and tried to get out of his seat. "I'm right here. Hey. Stay with me." Sam spoke louder. "No. Please Stop." You cried, "leave him alone. Take me please. He's just a kid!"

From what you could see the man drove the rod through Corbett's neck. Blood squirted from his wound and onto your face. "CORBETT! OH GOD, OH MY GOD!" You screamed in pure terror. He looked at you with blood going everywhere. "OH, MY GOD! CORBETT! SAMMY... HE'S DEAD!" You could feel the blood dripping down your face.

Corbett's head fell over when the man pulled out the rod. "Your next. I've been waiting for more friends. I get lonely. But you're coming to my party, aren't you? You'll stay a good, long time." His cold rotting fingers dug into your scalp to hold your head still. "(Y/N)!!" Hot tears cascaded down your rosy cheeks. "Sammy.... p-please." You pulled on the ropes to try and free yourself. "That won't work..." He whispered in your ear.

The door behind you swung open, "SAM!" A gunshot rung by your ears. A high pitched ringing filled your ears making you feel dizzy. All you could focus on was the confetti on the table in front of you. Muffled voices calling your name faded away. You felt someone tug at the roped holding you down. "(Y/n)." The voices sounded like whispers. Someone pulled you out of your seat and helped you to catch your balance.

A hand slapped your cheek softly. "(Y/n)." That's Sam calling you. Your hearing became clear again. Sam ran to you and grabbed your face, checking for any injuries. You could see Dean standing behind him looking at you. "Oh, no. Corbett." You spun around and saw his body still in the chair. "What's this Daggett guy's problem anyways?" Spencer stood next to you with his camera still rolling.

"Loneliness." Sam showed you the way out of the room. "Has he never heard of a RealDoll?" Dean joked. "No, no, no, Daggett was the Norman Bates, stuff-your-mother kind of lonely. That's why he lifted these bodies from the morgue, threw himself a birthday party, except they were the only ones who would come." You rubbed your throbbing head. "Wow, I really missed a lot."

"Yeah, no shit." Dean said rudely rolling his eyes. Sam touched a sore wound under his eye making you hiss, "anyway, so, at midnight, he sealed them in the bomb shelter and went upstairs and O.D.'d on horse Tranqs." You said looking around. Dean grabbed your forearm, "how do you know this?" You looked down at Dean's hand then up to him, he wouldn't make eye contact with you. "Corbett told me..." poor Corbett. A slow hand went up to your face and when you looked at your hand his blood covered it.

Dean let go of you. "Here." Sam handed you back your shotgun, "how did you get this?" "Dean had it." Dean started to reload his gun letting the empty shells fall to the floor. "Those real bullets?" Spencer asked. "It's rock salt." Dean answered his question.

You walked up the basement stairs and tried to open the door but it wouldn't budge. "Are you freaking kidding me?!" You kicked the door in anger. "Move." Dean growled, when he had his back to you, you flipped him off.

You stood behind Sam watching Dean try to knock down the door and Spencer stood behind you. "Seriously, you're still shooting?" Sam complained, "It makes him feel better. Don't ask." Dean replied for Spencer.

Spencer grabbed your arm. "Ah, hell, guys. Get jn your ghost-role thing. Something's coming." You looked at Spencer and raised your gun to shoot the ghost behind him but it pulled him down the stairs. You fell down a few stairs trying to grab him but quickly got up and shot the furious ghost.

Sam and Dean were quick to stand behind you, "uh, guys..." he shone his light past you. Dean spun around only to be knocked down by Daggett. Sam flew across the room dragging you down with him. When you stood back up you saw Corbett charging at Daggett.  "Corbett!" Spencer called out for his dead friend.

A blinding filled the room where the two were just standind then it was gone. Dean grunted as he stood up from the rubbish. You went over to the corner where Sam was to help him up. Dean made his way over to you guys. The three of you stood in a circle groaning in pain. You cradled your arm against your thumping chest.

Spencer shined his light back in your face along with his camera, "Dude!" You shoved the camera away.

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You didn't even stop to talk to anyone once the sun rose and everyone stood outside the Morton House. You made a bee line for the truck that you had stolen a while back. Opening the truck door you tossed your heavy duffle bag on the passenger seat with one arm. "Stupid.... stupid."

Before shutting the door you brought your legs in the car so they wouldn't be crushed. You tried to stretch out your throbbing arm but you couldn't open your arm much before the pain became unbearable. You leaned over and opened up the glove box.

Papers were stuffed in there from the previous owner and some cash you had 'earned' from pool. With the last two months remaining you had enough money to stay at a crappy motel to live out the rest of your life all by yourself. Just like you planned to. Having Sam and Dean back in your life would only cause more drama but deep down you really did miss them.

Your door opened without notice. You pulled out your pistol and raised it at the person who opened it. Dean. "Jesus Dean, you scared me." He reached out and took the gun from your hand. "We need to talk." Dean tucked the gun in the back of his pants. The passenger door opened up and Sam poked his head in. "You really should lock your doors."

"There is nothing to talk about. Go away." You tried to close the door only for Dean to stop you. Sam moved your duffle bag from the seat to the floor. He let out a huff then sat in the passenger seat. "Hey, dude. No!" Sam ignored you and shut the door after himself. "Scoot your booty over-" Dean pushed you out of your seat and closer to Sam. He sat down in the drivers seat leaving you in the middle very squished between the brothers. "Now let's talk. You're not getting out of here until we talk."

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All Hell Breaks Loose (2/?)

The reader makes a deal to save Sam

Should I make a taglist?

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You were walking around with Harry putting up cameras. He held a walkie-talkie in his hands and you held the flashlight for him. He finished setting up the camera when the walkie-talkie made noise, it was Ned. He was calling out to everyone. "Harry, (Y/n), you guys alive?" Harry laughed then clicked a button on the walkie, "upstairs Ed, camera one."

"All right, fellas. Let's regroup at the Eagle's Nest." Ned spoke. "So how do you know Ned?" You asked Harry trying to make small talk. He pointed the camera at you. "It's a long story. Are you a hunter? Ned and I met two hunters before. Hated those guys." You nodded your head, "yeah. I hunt alone now. I lost my family a while back. So now I only have two months left." Harry looked back at you. "A-are you sick or something? Cancer? You don't have to answer that." You laughed lightly, "yeah, in a way."

Once at base camp you checked your watch and saw that it was only 10:40PM

You sat in a chair and watched them, Ed started checking all of the flashlights. "All right Spanglers. Battery check, battery check. Check." Everyone held their own camera's and flashlights while you just sat there.

"Yo, RoboCop. Corbett dude." Spencer pointed his camera at Corbett. He wore army clothes and had straps all over his chest, his flashlight was strapped to his head and a camera to his chest. Corbett looked up flustered, "R-RoboCop? You think I-you think I look like RoboCop?" You chuckled at his reaction. "Everybody, bring it in, bring it in." Ed called out. You stood up to join their circle.

"We've all been here before. Standard walk-through. Team one, west. Team two, east. (Y/n), you can be with team two." You nodded your head, "spin the tires, light the fires. Ghostfacers on three." He held his hand out and everyone put their hands on his. "(Y/n), you too." You put your hand on top. "1, 2, 3..."

"Ghostfacers!" Everyone shouted in unison then slowly brought their hands down their faces without touching it.

You were walking down the creepy halls with Maggie, Harry, and Spencer. Maggie walked around flashing her light everywhere and you followed behind them. Harry had in hands what looked like an EMF reader. He scanned almost everything you passed. "We're doing a basic EMF, EVP, temp-flux sweep. Looks like we've got all of our ducks in a row here." He spoke to the camera. Spencer stopped to look at something you guys had just passed.

The sound of a door opening behind you guys caught your attention. You turned around but no doors where opened. "Woah." Spencer said. "What?" You asked looking at him. "The camera." He stopped to check it out and you kept walking behind Maggie and Harry. "Could you walk any slower?!" You whispered yelled at Harry. He only rolled his eyes at you.

You walked to be in front of them and walked into a room. Stopping at the door you checked out the room then moved on. Harry stopped walking to look at a door that you skipped. "All right, get this. Get this." He raised his leg to kick the door but he did a very weak kick.

You held back a laugh, Spencer turned his camera to capture you laughing then back to Harry. "Turn the knob dude." You told him. His head snapped to you but before he could open the door Maggie did. With that he still kicked the rest of the door open.

You let out a sigh. He went into the room, "OH, MY GOD! OH, MY GOD!" He screamed then ran down the hallway the way you guys just came from. You moved Maggie out of the way to see the room holding up your shotgun to shoot ghost only there wasn't a ghost it was a... dead rat.

"What is wrong with him?" You asked Spencer and lowered your weapon. "He really doesn't like rats I guess." He shrugged his shoulders. You moved forward and picked it up by its tail. You wiggled the rat in front of the camera. Harry came walking back, "what-was that an aspiration? Was that a spectral-was that a .4? What do we got, 'cause the EMP was just off the-" you waited for him to get closer to the door before you tossed him the rat. "Oh, God!" He jumped back before it could touch him.

He screamed loudly, "that is so not funny (y/n)!" He scolded you. "It sure as hell was funny to me!"

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You guys stumbled into a big room. Harry was still doing his thing after he calmed down. "10.6. 10.7, guys. The EMF is really spiking here." You reached into your butt pocket and pulled out your own EMF reader. When you turned it on it started going crazy. Quickly you put it back in your pocket. You cocked the shotgun.

"Be careful guys. Something is coming." Maggie looked at you. "Pressure's down, like, 11 degrees." Ned nodded his head and moved closer to him. "Keep your eyes peeled." You said. "This could be it." Harry added. He moved around the room with Maggie and Spencer stood next to you.

"Maggie, can I get a reading in here please?" Harry asked. Spencer ducked his head, you looked at him. "Something keeps messing with the chip. I don't know what's going on."

"It's the ghost." You patted his shoulder. A bright light flashed in front of you. A man dressed in a light grey suit, and small brown hat and black glasses stood before you. He looked like from the 20's or 40's. He rubbed his chin and looked right past you.

"Look buddy. I'm sorry. That's it." You held your gun up shoot him. "(Y/n), wait!" Harry whispered. The mans voice seemed to echo. He shrugged his shoulders. "I'm telling you. That's all the money I-" he cut himself off with his ear piercing screams. Gun shots filled the room and he was gone.

All the kids slowly turned to look at you in shock. You were shocked too. The ghost didn't even notice you guys. He was trying to attack anyone. "I-I don't think he knows he's dead he-" you got cut off.

"OH, MY GOD! OH, MY GOD! OH, MY GOD!" they all screamed it repeatedly and ran down the hall back to the Eagle's Nest. Leaving you behind. "THIS IS WHY I TOLD YOU GUYS TO LEAVE!" You ran after them.

You followed behind them calmly down the stairs. Harry ran over to everyone. You stood at the bottom of the stairs watching. "CORBETT! CORBETT, WE SAW ONE. WE SAW ONE! IT WAS A FULL ASPIRATION! IT WAS LIKE A CLASS FOUR!" A laugh escaped your lips watching their reactions. Harry kept on yelling but Ned tried to calm him down.

Suddenly he stopped and froze in his spot. They all turned to look at something behind a wall. Where you were standing you couldn't see them since you hadn't entered the room yet.

"Hey, aren't those asses from Texas?" He pointed in the direction they were looking at. You frowned in confusion. "What?" You asked. The kids watched you push yourself off the railing. "Seriously, you kids obviously can't handle this. It's about time you make like a tree and leave. I got this." You waltzed into the room only to freeze in fear.

The two people you were hoping not to ever see again stood on the other side of the room. Sam and Dean Winchester. A look of suprise came across their faces then anger. "A-actually I'll be leaving now." Before you could make an escape Dean started talking.

"(Y/n), you better not walk out that door! Are you with t-these kids now?!" Dean yelled at you. Rolling your eyes you crossed arms, "No I am not. Besides what are you guys doing here?" Dean frowned. Sam stood there not knowing what to say. You've been gone for so long and yet here you are. Alive.

"Let's just get these kids out of here. Then we can talk." Dean started to move towards the kids. "Talk? Talk about what? You told me to leave. So I did." You looked at Dean in anger. "We don't have time for this. Let's go!" The kids ignored him and went to the computers. "I am not talking about anything with you Dean." You went back to your spot by the stairs to watch Dean struggle with getting the kids out.

Sam slowly made his way to you. You took in a sharp breath and looked the other way to avoid his gaze. "(Y/n)?" He spoke softly to you, unlike Dean. "Where have you been?" You could feel that he was standing right next to you. "Around."

"You really had us worried." You laughed, "worried? Please. Dean was the one who told me to leave." "You're not even questioning how I'm here." He put a hand on your shoulder. You used one of arms to hug yourself. "We know what you did." "How?" "Yellow eyes. He told us. But why?" You looked up at your old best friend. "Because, I had to. I couldn't live knowing that you're dead because we couldn't save you." "You didn't have to do it."

"That's where you're wrong. I had too. Dean would. I know he would." "Sam!" You both looked up to see Dean walking over to you guys. "I think it's a death echo. The thing you guys saw.." Sam nodded his head.

"What's a death echo?" Spencer asked. You let out a sigh, "Echos are trapped in a loop. They keep replaying how they died, over and over over and again, usually where they died." You explained to them. "It's about as dangerous as a scary movie." Dean added.

"Maybe the echo's not dangerous but something else is. That's why you need to leave. I got this." Sam pushed a protective arm in front of you. "We got this." He gestured to the three of you. "I am not about to work with you guys. Like I said. I got this."

"Yes you are. You're not leaving yet, (Y/n)" Dean shoved past you and made his way back to the kids. "Pack it up."

Everyone started talking over one another. In the corner of your eye you saw movement. Corbett walked to the bottom of the stairs. "Woah, Corbett. Where are you going?" He pointed upstairs. "Up." You tried to grab his arm but missed and he went up the stairs.

"Corbett stop!" You exclaimed and ran after him, not even realizing you left your shotgun resting against the railing. He already made it halfway down the hall when you caught up. "Let's go. It's not safe. You guys obviously can't handle the real deal." He shrugged you off and kept walking.

"No. I have to do this." He looked at you, "I have to show Ed that I can do this." "Who cares what he thinks. You don't need to impress him." He kept walking, "I wish to communicate with the restless spirits here."

"Dude. Stop that." His flashlight started to flicker. "Get behind me." You shoved him to stand behind you as your eyes darted across the room. "Oh, I think I got night vision here." He tried walking past you. "Let's slowly leave the room. I don't have my shotgun or my bag."

You turned around to face Corbett but a man who looked like he was rotting stood behind him. You locked eyes with him and he looked furious, "oh God. We just made eye contact!" Corbett didn't even have the chance to turn around when the ghost smacked him down and hit you on the head.

Making everything go black.

You felt like you couldn't breathe. Your hands flew to your throat and tried to remove what ever was holding it. Opening your eyes you saw what looked like a rotting hand holding you by the kneck and dragging you down a hallway. "Let me go!!" You looked down and saw Corbett. He was being dragged along too by his hand.

Finally you looked up and saw the creepy old man dragging you both away. "LET ME GO!!" he shouted again. "(Y/N), HELP ME! PLEASE!" You looked back at Corbett. The flashlight was still on his head blinding you when you tried to look at his face. You tried to move but you couldn't breathe. He watched you as you gasped for air like a fish out of water.

The last thing you remembered hearing was Corbett's cries of pain.

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"(Y/n)?" A soft voice whispered your name. You moaned in pain. "(Y/n)." Your eyes shot open. You tried to sit up but you couldn't move. Looking down you saw that you were bound to a chair. "(Y/n)." You turned your head and saw Corbett. In the background you could faintly hear a song play. It repeated the words, "It's my party, and I'll cry if I want to. Cry if I want to."

He was also bound to a chair. "What-where are we?!" He yelled. You looked around and saw other corpses sitting in chairs around the table with you guys. "That is disgusting!" There was still a few empty chairs. On top of the corpses heads sat party hats. You gagged at the smell. The small room trapped it in.

On the table was a cake? Now that you were more awake your vision cleared up. Party decorations littered the table from what you could see in the dark. "That's why they were in a loop. Mr. Creepy-old-man brought 'em here," you spoke to Corbett. "Are you okay? What happened?"

Blood slowly trickled down his head. "He dragged us down here and he said that he wanted a p-party. He brought bodies down here but he wants more and he overdosed upstairs with horse Tranqs." He stuttered. "He also said that he gets lonely and wants us to be his friends. I-I don't want to be his friend." He started sobbing, "me too kid... me too..."

A door creaking open made you freeze. In the corner of your eye you saw the old man again. He was dragging a large person into the room by their wrists.

The body slumped into the chair. Since the room was dark except for Corbett's flashlight you couldn't see who it was. The old man hummed to the song and put a party hat on their head too.

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“Yeah sweetheart, daddy’s home.”

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Oh father I have sinned !

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All Hell Breaks Loose (1/?)

The reader makes a deal to save Sam

"Well, this isn't creepy," you scoffed as the Impala came to a stop by a creepy forest. Dean and Bobby got out of the car first. You sat in the back and watched them examine their surroundings. "It looks like the rest of the way's on foot," Bobby broke the silence he then turned around and opened the door for you. "Hurry up, let's go (Y/n)," quickly you got out and shut the door after yourself.

Bobby and Dean already had the trunk open getting their weapons ready, Dean looked up when he heard you walking to them. "(Y/n), catch!" He tossed you a shotgun which was already loaded. He turned to look at Bobby, "Let's go." Dean started walking away first, leading the way.

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There was miles and miles of trees. The more time that past the faster Dean would walk. But finally a clearing came up and you could see old rotting houses. Out in the distance a figure could be seen, "Dean!" You rushed to his side, "Dean wait. Is that... Sam?" You pointed to the human figure that was holding a weapon in the air and knocked another person down. His gaze followed your finger and his eyes widened in surprise.

He turnd to look at you, "I-I think it is!" Dean bolted off in his direction with you and Bobby hot on his tail. "Sam!" You called out for your best friend. The figure didn't hear you, "SAM!" Dean tried. The figure turned around. It was Sam.

Sam limped over to you guys. "Dean." He smiled wih exhaustion. The guy you saw earlier with Sam got up and lunged at him with a knife of some sort, "Sam, look out!" You yelled but it was too late. Sam's body lurched forward when the knife entered his lower back as he grunted in pain. "No!"Dean cried out.

All three of you went into action. The man pulled the knife out and Sam fell to his knees then started to run away. "Sammy, no!" You slid on the muddy path and fell on your butt next to him.  Dean fell to his knees just in time to catch his little brother from falling over. He gripped the front of his shirt tightly making his knuckles turn white. Bobby didn't stop and ran after the guy. "No. Sam." Dean pleaded, Sam went limp into his arms. "Woah, Sam. Sam, hey." Slowly Dean lowered him to the ground. "Dean, w-we need to put pressure on the wound." You reached out but Dean snapped, "you think I don't know that?!"

With shaky knees you stood back up, Sam's head lulled to the side, "Sam! Look at me, Sam!" Dean started to shake his limp body. He looked right into his eyes that were losing life fast, "Hey, listen to me. We're gonna patch you up, okay? You'll be good as new." He tried soothing him, "Huh? We're gonna take of you. (Y/n) and I. We got you. That's our job, right?"

You knew it was too late. You were too late. You raised a hand to cover your mouth and choked back a sob. Your best friend was right there in front of you, dying and there wasn't anything you could do about it. You had met the brothers a little before they found there Dad when you helped them on a hunt.

"I have to watch out for my pain-in-the-ass little brother. Sam?" He gently held his face in his shaking hands, tears started to pour down your face. Sam didn't open his eyes anymore. Dean shook him a little, "Sam? Sam! Sammy!" You couldn't look anymore so you tore your eyes away, this wasn't supposed to happen. "No. No, no, no. Oh, God." Your body shook as you listened to Dean's heart break. "Oh, God." You mumbled and turned around to see Dean clinging on to his little brother and tears daring to spill out. "Sam!" You sobbed and hugged both of the brothers.

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Reluctantly, you and Dean helped put Sam's lifeless body onto an old mattress. Dean paced around in the kitched while you sat at the table looking into the room where Sam laid. Bobby had gone out to get something for Dean but you didn't hear what it was since you were crying still when they were talking, but now you were just hiccuping.

The sound of the front door opening caught your attention. It was Bobby. He waltzed in holding a container of food for you guys, "I brought this back for you guys," he handed you the container which you took. Bobby lookdd over at Dean, "No thanks, I'm fine."

"You should eat something." Bobby spoke, "I said I'm fine." Dean's voice lowered showing that he was being serious. Dean turned around and picked his beer up off the table taking a big gulp. You held the food in your arms deciding that you wouldn't open it yet. Bobby watched Dean closely when he drank the beer, when he put it down Bobby looked down at you then back to him.

"Dean..." he warned, "I hate to bring this up. I really do. But don't you think maybe it's time... We bury Sam?" Dean clenched his jaw in anger and turned his head to look at Bobby and said one word, "no." Dean sat down in the seat next to you and stared at his beer.

"Guys, can we please not do this right now?" You begged. You didn't want them to argue. Bobby ignored you and kept talking. "We could uh maybe..." He trailed off and Dean spoke up, "what? Torch his corpse?" Your mouth fell opened and you stared at Dean. "Guys-" you tried but Bobby leaned on the table to get closer to Dean. "I want you to come with me. The both of you" Dean shook his head, "I'm not going anywhere." Bobby scoffed, "Dean, (Y/n), please."

"Bobby-" you started again, tears started to prick at your eyes. "Won't you cut me some slack?" You tilted your head to the side, "I think Bobby is right. We shouldn't be alone." Dean scowled at you, Bobby put a hand on your shoulder. "I gotta admit. I could use your guy's help." Dean scoffed and looked away from you too. "Something big is going down... End-of-the-world big." Dean snapped, "WELL, THEN LET IT END!" You flinched at the tone of his voice. Bobby grabbed under your arm and pulled you up to stand next to him. "You don't mean that..." Your voice cracked. Dean jumped out of his chair to stand in front of you. He towered over you. "You don't think so?" He asked you. Your fidgety fingers started to play with the hem of your t-shirt. You couldn't bring yourself to look him in the eyes. He brought his face closer to you, "you don't think I've given enough?" You looked up at his eyes, "you don't think I've paid enough? I'm done with it... All of it. And if you know what's good for you,  turn around and get the hell out of here." The tears tried to come out but you held them back, "Dean I-" you reached out to grab his hand but his smacked your hand away harshly, you retracted your hand and hissed in pain. "Go..." He started to breathe deeply when you didn't respond, he took a step back, "GO!" he pushed you roughly and you stumbled back not expecting that. Bobby stepped in front of you defensively.

A dry laugh escaped your lips and you wipped away the gushing tears. Snatching your bag off the table you made a bee line for the front door not even daring to turn around.

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That night you found yourself at a crossroads by yourself. Inside your duffle bag was a little box, a box that held items to summon a crossroads demon. "I'm sorry Sammy. I am so sorry." The tears hadn't stopped since the argument with Dean. When you left the house you parted ways with Bobby. You had been walking for hours when the idea popped into your head. You searched your bag for your cellphone to call Bobby but then you remembered that you never picked it up off of the table where you were sittin. You were going to do it with or without Bobby so not much later you found the crossroad.

"Please forgive me." You sobbed. Setting your bag down on the side of the road you took the tiny box out. Dean and Sam had told you about crossroads demons before and how dangerous they were. But you couldn't care less. All that mattered at the moment was saving Sam. You couldn't stand to see Dean so broken. They just lost their father not so long ago and now he has to lose his brother? You could never understand how they felt because when you were a baby your parents had given you up. No one ever adopted, you just went from foster home to foster home.

The wet ground made it easy for you to dig the hole that you needed to bury the box. Once you covered it you stood up wiping your hands on your dirty jeans. You looked around expecting to see something but there was nothing. "Did I do this wrong?" You asked out loud, "What the hell?!" You brushed away angry tears.

"Easy, sweetie. You'll wake the neighbors." A voice spoke behind you. Your head snapped behind you, a beautiful lady stood behind you. She wore; a tight fitting black dress that showed off her bust, and her dark brown hair was curled and styled nicely.

She flashed you her bright red eyes. "(Y/n), it's so good to see you. You look very nice." She took slow steps to you. "Look at you. Gone and got your best friend killed and your other pushed you away. Now you're all alone. It's too sweet." She smiled, she walked to stand behind you but you didn't move. "I know why you called me."

"Oh, yeah?" You turned around to face her, "yeah, you're just like their dad. Following his footsteps. I expected Dean to make a deal... but you. That's even better." You folded your arms over your chest, "Let me guess. This has something to do with little Sammy. You want Sammy back from the dead and you're offering your own soul?" She eyed you up and down.

You nodded, "all you gotta do is bring Sam back. Give me ten years. Ten years then you come back to get me." She tilted her head. "You must be joking." Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "but that's the same deal you give everybody else-" "You're not everybody else. Why would I want to give you anything. Dean anything?" She moved closer to you. "Nine years?" "No." "Eight?" She walked backwards. "You keep going, I'll keep saying no." You chuckled nervously.

"Okay, five years. Five years, and my bill comes due. That's my last offer. Five years or no deal." She smiled and laughed. "Then no deal." You scoffed, "fine." "Fine. Make sure Dean buries Sam before he starts smelling up the joint. Wait. I forgot. He kicked you out." You frowned at the thought of Dean burying him.

"Wait!" She stopped where she was. "What do I have to do?" You asked. "First of all, quit groveling. Needy girls are such a turnoff to other guys." She stood before you and let out a sigh, "look. I shouldn't be doing this. I could get in a lot of trouble. But what can I say? I got a blind spot for your Dean. He's like a little... puppy. He's just too fun to play with. I'll do it, only because I know how much they mean to you." She smiled again, "You'll bring him back?" You questioned her.

"I will." She nodded. "And because I'm such a Saint, I'll give you one year and ONE only." Your eyebrows shot up, "and here's the thing. If you try and welch or weasel your way out, then the deal is off. Sam drops dead. He's back to rotten meat in no time. So... that's a better deal than their dad got. What do you say?" She leaned in closer to your face, waiting for you to kiss her. To seal the deal. You nodded your head, she put a hand behind your head and kissed you on the lips.

You pulled away and when you opened your eyes she was gone. You fell to the ground and hugged your knees. For the first time in a long time you let it all out. You cried so hard that it hurt and you couldn't see. Never did you think that this was how you were going to die. At least Dean had Sam back.

After who knows how long you stumbled back to your bag and shut it. You sat there for a few minutes just staring into the distance. No more tears came out and your eyes burned. Rubbing your eyes one more time you were on your way. You didn't know where you were going but you really didn't want to go back to them yet. You knew that Dean would still be mad you. Besides, you didn't know how to get back to him and you had no way of communicating with him, with anyone. You were in the middle of nowhere surrounded by many fields. The sun started to slowly come up telling you that you've been gone for a long time.

All of that happened around ten months ago

Ever since the deal you never saw the brothers again. For a while you were homeless but you ended up stealing someone's car. You also decided it was best not to get in contact with anyone, including Bobby. You hopped from place to place savings people, hunting things, the family business. That's what John used to say.

You never thought that being by yourself would be so bad. Hunting was never the same and you missed your two best friends dearly. Even if they tried to look for you, you only had a few months left. It would do no good. The brothers probably hated you by now, you made a deal, which knowing Dean he would find a way to get you out of it. But then Sam would die again.

Since you were always on the road you met many hunters. A lot of them talked about the Winchester's. From what you heard they were starting to become very famous. They also accidentally opened the gate of Hell, letting many Demons and other bad things into your world.

Right now you are working on a hunt. You had heard from other hunters about a haunted house called 'The Morton House'. The legend goes that every four years, supposedly, the house becomes the most haunted place in America. Some people call it the 'Leap Year Ghost'. They said that the ghost returns at midnight just as February 29th begins.

That really caught your interest so you drove a black pick-up truck to the house.

The house was surrounded by chain link fences with warning signs. You used your flashlight to scan your surroundings before you jump the fence. The house looked as if it had been abandoned for a long time, the windows are bordered up, the siding of the house is falling apart. Everything is just a big no no.

"Why do people still come here?" You mumbled to yourself. You adjusted your duffle bag full of rock salt bullets, salt, gasoline, matches, ans Iron crowbars. The leaves crunched loudly under your combat boots. Your bag hung on your left shoulder, a loaded shotgun in your right hand and a flashlight in your left.

When you made it to the front door you could hear what sounded like whispering. "Ghost already? That was quick." The door squeaked loudly when you opened it. Taking a few steps in you noticed how messed up the house was inside. It looked like a tornado ran through the house destroying everything in its path. Something could be heard rumbling outside making you freeze in your spot but as soon as you heard it, it was gone. Turning around you shut the door quietly.

A table stood in one of the corners in the room covered in papers and random things. Scouring through the papers you could hear the front door creaked as it opened again. You slowly turned around and had your shotgun ready to shoot.

The whispering started again. A man walked into the room. Quickly you shot your gun but nearly missed, he ducked and covered his head. That's when you noticed he was holding a flashlight and a... camera? "Oh my God! Oh my God! I almost got shot!" He started to yell. You dropped your bag when you saw that he was just a human like you. Other people stepped into the room behind him.

"Ghost don't shoot people, dumbass." Someone spoke up behind him. "I'm sorry. That was me. I-I thought you were a ghost." You put your shotgun down. There was four different guys and a girl. Some of them looked pretty young.  Especially the girl. "Say. What are you kids doing here?" You asked. They all shined their flashlights on you blinding you. You used your free arm to block the light.

The guy in the front spoke up first. "What are YOU doing here? This place is haunted." You laughed, "you think I don't know? Why do you have cameras?" They looked at each other then back to you. "We're the Ghostfacers. We hunt ghost and get it all on camera for our fans." Another guy spoke. "Fans? Are you hunters?" "In a way." "This is very dangerous, you know that right?" They all nodded.

"That's why you should get out of here. Haven't you heard of the legend? Let the professionals handle it." You burst out laughing. "Ah, you guys are funny." You wiped away a tear. "Let me handle this. I know what I'm doing. Just get your butts home and don't come back."

You picked your bag back up. "No. We're staying. You can help us." You looked at the first guy and shook your head. "No, you guys can help me." You stepped closer to them, "I'm (Y/n) by the way." You held your hand out for the guy you almost shot. He put the camera really close to your face. You frowned and pushed it away. "Can you not?"

"I'm Ed, the leader-" he gestured to himself, "this is Harry." He pointed at the guy with a light strapped to his head, "that guy is Spruce, there's Maggie my adopted sister, and that's Corbett." Everyone waved at you.

You dragged a hand down your face, "What have I gotten myself into? I am only here to make sure you kids don't get hurt." You groaned. "This is going to be awesome! Another girl on the team!" Maggie happily cheered. "So what's the plan?" You asked with a sigh. "We have to set up camp." Harry answered you. "Camp?" You asked. He nodded his head, "yeah you know so we can all of our cameras." You scoffed then looked away.

"Moments like these make me miss the Winchester's." You mumbled. Harry pushed a camera in your face, "what did you say? The cameras couldn't hear you. Say it again please."

"Alright everybody. Ghostfacers, let's line up. We'll set up camp right here. This is command center one." Ned order, everyone stood in a circle, including you. Well you just stood there awkwardly not knowing what to do. "We'll call this the Eagle's Nest." Ned whispered loudly.

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The Secret of Falling

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You were good at keeping secrets.

Back in Heaven, you were called by your real name– an ancient language that translated to ‘secret keeper’. But as times progressed and you began to work with humans, you changed your name to Y/N. It was easier on the tongue for mortals and helped you blend in with the rest.

You’d fully intended on keeping your secret of your past life but apparently, that was not the overall plan.

A deep gash bled freely on Dean’s arm. “Shit,” he muttered. “That’s gonna need stitches.”

You said nothing as he prepared a needle and thread. You pressed a damp cloth against the wound; the water washing away the blood and grime, your abilities washing away the depth of the cut. When you removed the towel, Dean’s arm held nothing more than an angry red scratch.

He glanced down and did a double-take. “What the hell?”

You stepped towards the bathroom to wash the cloth out. As the water began to clear and you wrung out the cloth, Dean stepped in the doorway.

“What the hell?” he asked again, but this time… there was something different about his voice.

You glanced at him but remained quiet as you turned to the towel rack.

And then you were slammed into the wall.

“What are you?” Dean asked, arm pressing heavily against your neck.

“Dean, it’s me.”

“Liar. Y/N is human. You just healed me. So I’ll ask again– what the hell are you?”

“Dean. Please.”

The hunter didn’t let up and you had no choice. You blinked away, appearing behind the confused man. “Dean, please,” you said again when he turned towards you, eyes burning.

Dean pulled a knife from his waistband and held it out towards you menacingly. “What. Are. You.”

“An angel,” you said meekly, hands raised in surrender.

“What?”

“But I’ve been kicked out of Heaven and… and you found me and I thought…”

“Why didn’t you tell me you were an angel from day one?” It was amazing how Dean’s anger had switched from the uncertainty of what you were to the offense at having been kept in the dark.

“Because I’d heard from my brothers that you weren’t really the nicest to our kind. With the exception of Castiel, you shunned us. Whether it’s just the fact that we’re different or you truly have some vendetta against us–”

“I’ve been tricked enough by your kind to warrant some dislike. And not all of you are goody-two-shoe cherubs. Some of you are real dicks.”

“The same could be said about your kind.”

Apparently, that was the wrong thing to say as anger rippled from the man you considered your friend. You watched as he drove the blade into the doorframe before stalking out of the bathroom. You turned and followed him, keeping as much distance as you could in the small motel room.

He said nothing to you, sparing no glance in your direction. He simply began cleaning up the unused first aid kit.

“Dean?” you said cautiously.

“Get out.”

“What?”

“Out.”

“But–”

“We trusted you,” he said, turning towards you. “We trusted you and you kept something huge from us. And you’re right– I don’t like your kind. You lie and you conspire against us and you don’t help even when you could. You think you’re better than the rest of us, yet I never see you guys getting off your feathery asses to help us down here, where the real problems are.”

You said nothing– after all, what could you say? The few months you’d spent with the Winchesters had shown you many things, but the first and biggest thing you’d learned was that once Dean made up his mind, it was nearly impossible to change it.

You stepped toward the door, staring at the ugly blue and yellow carpet. You felt the hunter’s eyes on your back; they hurt almost as much as the knife would have.

You were near the road, about to turn away from the motel when Sam pulled in. “Y/N?” he asked through the rolled-down window. “What are you doing?”

“Leaving.”

“Why?”

“You’ll have to ask your brother.”

“Y/N,”

Before he could say another word, you disappeared into thin air. There was no place in Heaven for you, there was no place with the Winchesters… where were you to go?

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“None of them will defeat Humanity. And I’m ready to do anything to help.”

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“How could you do that? You undermined my authority!”

“Under-?! Lucifer we are dying here! We need angels! If you could put your stupid ego aside for once, you would see that we all need you! They don’t care about you being the Devil Lucifer, they need hope and help! This is my home Lucifer, and it was yours once. It can be yours again if you just try to help!”

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Oh, Cas.  S12 E08

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