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Supernatural x OCs:

Kenneth Hughes

Summary: In 1927, Kenneth Hughes returns home to find a creature had killed his family. Desperate and grieving, he makes a deal with a demon at the crossroads.

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Kenneth Hughes was born November 10th, 1903. He lived in Ireland until he was 12 years old when he and his family immigrated to the United States of America. They moved to a small country town in the state of Georgia. He met his wife, Catherine, when he was 18 years old and they got married a year later. The Hughes discovered they were pregnant with a baby girl 3 months into their marriage. He's now 24-years-old. They live out in the country side miles from neighbors and the small town with their 5-year-old daughter, Maeve.

Kenneth was finally returning home from work late in the night. He was tired and exhausted as he drove his black Ford Model A car, trying to keep himself from falling asleep behind the wheel. Kenneth finally saw his home off in the distance and sighed in relief. Finally, the drive home from town after a long day of work was always the worst.

Kenneth parked his car at the side of the house. He walked over to the front of the house. He saw it was dark inside, but that didn't strike him as odd since it was late in the night anyway. Kenneth quietly walked into the his home, closing the door behind him. He walked through the dark living room and towards the back of the house where the two bedrooms were.

He walked past Maeve's room and the door was a crack open. He noticed the silhouette of his wife crouched over their daughter's bed. He stopped in his tracks and pushed the door open.

"What are my girls doing awake so late?" He asked with a smile.

Catherine slowly turned around to look at him. Kenneth's smile dropped at the sight of his wife; she was a sickly pale and her mouth was covered in blood, all the way down her nightgown. Her fingers were disfigured, long and sharp.

"Welcome home, sweetheart. We've missed you so much." she snarked.

Kenneth froze with horror. His eyes darted down to the bed to see Maeve. She was... He looked away. His eyes watering as he looked at Catherine, "You... What the hell are you?"

She pouted, "I'm your wife, silly." When he didn't reply, she frowned and rolled her eyes. She huffed, "Fine. I'm not really her... but I can be. I can be anything you want me to be." She took a couple steps towards him but Kenneth drew himself back. She looked irritated. Clearly she wasn't going to get anywhere with him.

Without another word, she lunged at him and Kenneth ran down the hall into the kitchen. She was fast though and jumped onto his back. Her long claws scratched him from the side of his face down to his neck. A wave of pain rolled through him, Kenneth grunted and threw himself back, slamming her into the wall. The monster let him go and fell to the floor as he stumbled forward.

She screamed out of frustration and jumped at him again. He was able to snatch a cast iron skillet off the stove and whirled around slamming it into the side of her head. The monster was thrown onto the kitchen table and she slid off it onto the ground. Kenneth panted, staring at the monsters motionless body.

His gun. He needed his gun to finish her off. He ran to his bedroom but stopped at the doorway. On the bed was Catherine and she was dead. Just like his daughter, torn to shreds. What the hell was that thing out there? He snapped out of it when he heard the monster roar from the kitchen. Kenneth dropped to his knees and searched underneath their bed to pull out a gun case. He pulled out his double-barrel shotgun.

Kenneth whirled around when he heard her behind him. When she tried jumping at him again, he used the butt of his gun to hit her in the face and she stumbled back, holding her right cheek. Kenneth scooted back on his bottom as he fumbled putting the bullets into the gun.

"Ugh! You fucking bitch! I'm gonna kill you!" She screamed.

He finally loaded them in when she came running at him again. He aimed and pulled the trigger without any hesitation, blowing her head clean off her body. His eyes followed her body when it collapsed onto the ground.

He let his gun fall out of his hands. He scrambled over to his wife. He held her face in his hands, and cried, "No, no, no! Cat, please!" He stood at his wife's bedside for about an hour without moving or saying anything else until he remembered his daughter.

Kenneth exhaled and stood up. He wondered out of the room, making his way to Maeve's bedroom. He stood at the door way, staring at her lifeless body lying in her bed. His bottom lip trembled. He clenched his fists and his body began to shake with anger. Kenneth threw a punch at the bedroom door, his arm going clean through. He yanked his arm back out and shoved over a dresser.

Kenneth screamed up at the ceiling, "Fuck you! Fuck you! How could you let this happen?! Why them!" He looked back towards Maeve. His anger changing in sadness. He slowly approached, and dropped down beside her bed.

Kenneth cupped her cold cheek. "My baby... You're so cold." He whimpered. "My babygirl, I'm sorry. I'm sorry daddy couldn't protect you." He put his head down on her bed, sobbing.

It's been 3 days since his family was killed by a monster. A monster he still couldn't explain. He dragged its body out into his backyard. Instead of burying it, he lit its body on fire. As for his family, Kenneth didn't bury them either but left them in their beds. He didn't try to go for help because what was he supposed to say? A monster killed them? He'd just get blamed and thrown in a mental hospital. Besides, Kenneth had a plan. He heard of a way that could bring them back to him. Ot was definitely a huge reach but he was desperate and willing to do whatever it takes. They didn't deserve to die like that.

The sun was dropping low as dusk was approaching. Kenneth was able to get everything he needed, and set out about a mile away from his home on foot. He approached an empty crossroads. He walked into the middle, holding a small box and dropped to his knees. He looked around before he began to dig a small hole with his hands that was big enough to fix the box he's holding. He placed the box inside and frantically buried it.

Kenneth slowly got to his feet as looked around the empty crossroads. Nothing happened. Was this true or just a myth? It had to be true. He needed it to be true.

"Well, hello there."

He spun around. Standing in front of him was a beautiful brunette woman in a slim fitted black dress with bright red eyes. She had an eerie smile on her face as she looked him up and down.

"What can I do for you?" She asked.

He stared at this woman in shock. It worked. It actually worked. Apart of him didn't think this was even going to in the first place. He felt relieved that he was proved wrong. He snapped out of it and instantly fell to his knees before the red-eyed demon.

"My name is Kenneth Hughes and my family," Kenneth pleaded, tears beginning to slip down his face. He bowed his head down to her, "I want my family back. They were killed by a monster and I just want them back, I beg of you. Please, bring them back to me."

She walked up to him, placing a hand underneath his chin making him look up at her, "I can certainly do that for you. If that's really what you want." She answered. "But, of course, it will come at a price."

Kenneth was quick to agree, "Anything. I'll do anything. I just want them back."

"How sweet..." She cooed, making him get up on his feet. The demon agreed, "Very well. And all it costs?" Her hand travelled down to his chest, "Your soul but don't worry, love. I'll claim that on a later date."

He thought about that. His soul. He'd be dead. "And my family? They continue on living once I'm gone?" Kenneth questioned. When the demon confirmed they would, he added, "Then I want them to also have everything they need to be okay on their own for the rest of their lives."

She raised an eyebrow, "Asking for more is gonna cost you more, Kenneth."

"I know. I understand." He replied, impatiently.

"Well, let's see. Bringing back two people from the dead and providing enough money for them to have for the rest of their lives?" She thought aloud. She nodded to herself and confirmed, "Okay, then. I'll give you 5 years then you're mine."

"Are they... Are they going to remember?" He quietly asked.

The demon stared at him, and thought about it. She shook her head, "No."

He took a deep breath, "Okay. You have a deal." He paused. "Do we shake on it?"

The demon smirked at him. Her eager, bright red eyes wondered down to his lips. She held his face, pulling his head down towards her and she kissed him. He was taken back but stopped himself from pushing her away. If this was how they seal the deal, he reluctantly kissed her back. After a couple seconds, the demon pulled away.

She leaned into his ear. Her soft lips grazing his ear as she whispered, "I'll see you in 5 years, Kenneth Hughes."

He blinked and she was gone.

Kenneth didn't waste no time and ran all the way back home. His heart pounding the closer he got.

He stopped on the front lawn and stared at the quiet home. He took a shaky breath. His mind started racing. What if she lied? What if it didn't work? What if they're different? What if he wasn't specific enough on what he wanted? Kenneth ran through the front door.

"Catherine? Maeve? " He shouted. "Maeve!"

He entered the hallway at the same time Catherine and Maeve sleepily walked out of their bedrooms.

"Baby, what's wrong?" Catherine worried.

His eyes widen. They were alive. They looked normal. Not even blood left over on their nightgowns. Nothing. Like it didn't even happen.

"N— Nothing." He stammered. "I... I— uh— fell asleep on the couch. I had a bad dream."

"It's okay, daddy. It's just a dream. It's not real." Maeve hugged his leg.

The corner of his mouth quirked up as he fought back tears so he wouldn't scare them more. He picked Maeve up and pulled Catherine towards him. Kenneth tightly hugged them, and chuckled, "I know, babygirl."

It's now 1932; 5 years since that night. Kenneth is now 29 years old. He completely forgot about the fact he sold his soul in the first place. He continued to live his life with his girls until he realized today was his last day on Earth.

The alarm clock read 4 in the morning. Kenneth laid in bed with his wife. He just watched her sleep peacefully. Studying every single feature on her face while he still could. He's grateful at the fact they were brought back to him. 5 years still felt too short. Like he didn't have enough time to be with them. He fought back tears as he rolled onto his back, staring up at the ceiling.

"Daddy?"

He turned his head towards the door way. His now 10-year-old was standing there with sleepy eyes, she yawned, "I had a bad dream."

"Really? What was it about?" Kenneth whispered.

He carefully slipped out of bed, and walked up to her. He held his hand out and she took it. He walked her back to her bedroom. Maeve laid back in bed, and Kenneth sat next to her, leaning back on the headboard. Maeve didn't answer right away.

"You..." Maeve mumbled.

Kenneth looked down at her, "What?"

Maeve's voice trembled, "Daddy, you were taken away by monsters and I never saw you again." She wiped away a few tears that slipped. She sat up and hugged him. She began to silently cry into his chest.

He didn't even know what to say. Did she dream him being dragged to hell? If so, how is that even possible? If she did, what did she mean by monsters? He hugged her back. He tried to not show how much that scared him.

"It's okay, baby." assured Kenneth. "It was just a dream. I'm gonna be okay."

Though he didn't even believe that.

Kenneth didn't bother going to work that morning. He decided he'd spend his last day with his family as much as he could. Trying to keep a smile on his face despite knowing his death would be coming in just hours.

Maeve was already in bed. The couple were doing the dishes together, which Kenneth normally wouldn't do but he just wanted to be with Catherine no matter what. His eyes kept flicking towards their clock that was above their fireplace in the living room; it was 7:30 in the evening. Time was just flying by.

She handed him a dish so he could dry it off but, Kenneth's shaky hands dropped it and it shattered on the floor. "Fuck." He mumbled, leaning forward onto the counter and dropping his head. He took deep breathes to calm himself.

Catherine stared at him. She dried her hands before she held his face, turning his head to look at her, "Baby, what's been goin' on with you? You've been acting weird all day. What's on your mind?" worried Catherine.

Kenneth took a deep inhale. He took her hands into his, and he gently kissed her knuckles. "You know I love you, right?" He asked. "I'll always love you and Maeve. Even when I'm gone."

Catherine frowned, "Kenneth, I'm serious. What's goin' on with you? You're scarin' me."

He didn't answer. Kenneth put her hands down and just pulled her into a tight embrace. After a moment, he pulled away and kissed her.

"Everything is okay. There's no need to worry. I just love you." He said, caressing her cheek. He admired her beautiful face before he said, "I'm gonna go grab a drink at the bar in town, okay?"

Catherine sighed but leaned into his hand, "Okay... Please, be careful and come home to me. I love you."

"Always." He forced a tight smile. "I love you too, baby."

Kenneth went into Maeve's room giving her a kiss on the forehead one last time before he left. This is going to be the last time his family is going to see him. He didn't want to stay in the house and make them witness him dying in what he's assuming is probably going to be very brutal way.

He got into his car and drove off. He gripped the steering wheel. His anger was quickly rising in him like a tide. He punched the ceiling of the car, "Fuck! Goddammit!" He shouted.

Why did this have to happen to him? Why his family? This just didn't make sense to him. He took care of his parents. He took care of his family. They went to church every Sunday. He is a good person and yet... this still happened to them. It wasn't fair.

After a long drive, Kenneth finally reached the town and parked in front. He looked down at his wrist watch. It was 9:15. He had 3 more hours of his life left. However, he was only assuming the demon would come for him at midnight. It was obviously extremely unlikely but part of him hoped the demon forgot about him. Kenneth got out of his car, and walked inside the bar.

He ordered drink after drink to try and drown out the panic that's been slowly rising in him since this morning to the point that even the bartender became worried for him. Of all his years coming to the bar, Kenneth's never drank like this before.

The bartender pushed a glass of water towards him, "Here, Ken. Drink some—"

Kenneth shoved the glass back, and waved him off. He slurred, "I'm fine! I'm fine!"

He glanced up at the wall clock. He felt his chest tighten seeing it read 11:58 at night. He needed to leave. Kenneth chugged the rest of what was left of his liquor from his glass. He stood up accidentally shoving the stool he was sitting on, on the floor. He pulled out whatever cash he had in his pocket and just threw it down onto the counter, not bothering to count. He was gonna be dead anyway, it didn't matter. He turned and stumbled out of the bar.

Kenneth was walking up to his car. He was fumbling his car keys then they fell to the ground. He bent down to pick them up almost loosing his balance. He stood back up; his drunk hands continuing to struggle with the keys.

The hairs on the back of his neck stood up at the low, deep growl coming from behind him. He cautiously turned around. His heart leapt into his throat at the two monsters standing just feet from him and pushed himself up against his car.

The monsters were two huge black dogs with glowing red eyes. They were almost up to his shoulders. They are generating some kind of black smoke off themselves, making them appear to be made of shadows. They almost didn't look real. Hellhounds? They had to be. What else would they be.

The fear pulsing through him was enough to sober him up. The bar was the last building at the edge of town before there was just forest for miles out. So, without another thought, Kenneth bolted off behind the bar into the woods. He can hear the hounds bounding after him as they barked and snarled.

He zipped through the trees, hearing the dogs slowly sounding farther away. Kenneth got excited at the fact he was actually out running them. Unfortunately, that excitement quickly vanished when he tripped over a tree root and landed hard on the ground. He rolled over on his back, and sat up right in time to see the two hellhounds emerge from the trees. They wasted no time lunging at him.

He screamed bloody murder as a burst of pain surged throughout his body. The hounds were tearing at his skin, ripping him apart and mauling him to death. He spit up a mouthful of blood before his eyes finally rolled over and everything went black.

Kenneth Hughes was dead.

Upon his death, Kenneth was dragged down to hell. He woke up on the ground of... a dark room? In nothing? He wasn't sure where he was but all around him was solid black. The only light coming from above him but he couldn't even tell where the source even was or if there even was a source in the first place. It still was no help at lighting his surroundings. He cautiously got to feet.

"Kenneth Hughes."

He turned around towards the familiar voice. There she was. The red-eyed crossroad demon from years ago and she was smiling at him. She blinked and her eyes turned into normal, human brown ones.

"Am I in...?" He trailed off.

"Not yet." The demon slowly approached him, and began to circle him. She continued, "Before I send you downstairs, I wanted to make you an offer."

Kenneth didn't answer. His eyes just followed her until she stopped beside him. She ran her hand down his arm, "I'm giving you the chance to skip out on downstairs. I can turn you into a demon. You serve Him, and only Him." She said. "You do everything you are told. To Kill, to torture... Anything."

Kenneth just stared into the void ahead. Refusing to look at her. He felt her push her body up against his side, and he clenched his fists.

He swallowed down his anger, "And who's 'Him'?"

The demon chuckled, "You know who I'm talking about."

"Then why me?" He asked.

The demon laughed, "Why you? Don't start thinking you're anything special, sweetheart." She continued. "A huge majority of demons are tortured humans souls in Hell. A very small portion of those demons also come from our clients we make deals with. I was just trying to make you feel like you had a choice." She pouted at him, mockingly.

Kenneth frowned. He backed away from her. "What?! Fuck no! I ain't working for Him or you—" She grabbed his jaw, forcing his head down towards her.

"Don't forget who you gave your soul too!" She lashed out. "You're mine! And I can make you whatever the hell I want."

He smoldered with resentment towards her but mainly towards himself. She was right. He willingly handed over his soul to her so he belonged to her and Hell.

Her smile slowly returned, and she let go of his face. "Good boy, but I'm still not convinced that you're really understanding. You're gonna need to go through a little demon military school, babe, to really get it into that thick skull of yours who's in charge here." She taunted with a smug look on her face.

"Wait, but you said—"

"I'm aware but I've changed my mind." She shrugged.

Kenneth was pulled down to his knees. He looked down to see black chains wrapped around his body, and arms, slowly beginning to pull him through the floor. He looked up at the demon, "Wait, wait!"

"Too late, Hughes." She snickered. "When I deem you ready, I'll pull you out. Have fun."

The last thing Kenneth saw was the demon flash her red eyes as she grinned down at him. He was pulled into the ground by the chains. They wrapped themselves around each wrist and ankle, and pulled hard enough to feel like his joints were going to pop out. He was out of the void now, just suspended in the air and surrounded by dark clouds and lighting.

Kenneth Hughes spent 18 months in Earth time in Hell. Since time passed very differently here, for him it was more like over 180 years. During this time, Kenneth was brutally tortured every day, over and over again. He pleaded and cried out for years that he understood, and for the demon to pull him out. Until finally, the chains disappeared, he fell several feet down and onto solid ground.

Kenneth slowly opened his eyes to see he was in the nothing again. He winced when he sat up, and clutched his side. The red-eyed demon was back, and she was standing a few feet from him.

"180 years, wow! In Hell that is." The demon said. "Sorry for that. I forgot about you for about... 100 years." She laughed.

Kenneth didn't even react towards her. He was still disoriented from the pain he was enduring just minutes before. Besides, if he reacted in any kind of anger, he was scared she should just throw him back down there.

"Perfect. You are ready." She gibed, she snapped her fingers.

Kenneth blinked and he was suddenly floating up. He looked down to see he had left his body. Everything else happened so fast. It looks like he's back on Earth, and now he has a body again.

He looked down at himself. He was taller than he was before, and even more muscular. He looked around and he was in a house? He went straight for a bathroom, and walked in to look in the mirror. This wasn't his face. He had dark brown hair and blue eyes.

At the bathroom doorway, the demon appeared. "Mm, even more handsome than before." She flirted shamelessly.

"Who is this? Why aren't I myself?" He demanded.

"C'mon. You're a demon now, Kenneth. Not a zombie." She said. "You really think you're gonna come back up here as yourself? No. You're a spirit. Therefore, you require a human vessel," She gestured towards his body. "To fully interact with the physical world. You can hop from one meat suit to the next if you please. You don't need permission unlike some other beings."

Kenneth looked down at himself, "I... I can hear him." He mumbled.

She nodded, "Yeah. That's usually what happens."

The two of them were interrupted by voices coming from the front of the house. "It's his family." The demon turned back to Kenneth with a grin, "First job. Kill them."

Kenneth just stared at her. He could hear the voice from his vessel pleading for him not to do it. The demon raised an eyebrow at him, "Kenneth." She growled.

He took a deep breath, "I'm sorry." He mumbled, and walked off towards the front of the house.

Kenneth discovered he was in the vessel of an Idaho man and it had only been 1 year and 6 months since he was killed by the hellhounds. As much as he wanted to see his family again, he couldn't. He didn't want to put them in danger and also, he wasn't in his original body either.

He stuck with his same vessel for years. The first day he got his vessel, he killed the man still inside because he was pleading for Kenneth to do it since his whole family was already dead thanks to the demon. He walked around in the same empty vessel, refusing to do this again to anyone else.

He did what he was told for 61 years. Killing, torturing and hunting down whoever he needed to by the red-eyed demon or the second in command of Lucifer, Lilith.

He spent those 61 years secretly trying to figure out how to kill the red-eyed demon until he finally figured it out. He got a bayonet knife with a black blade and a brown handle. His research led him to engrave ancient symbols on the side of the blade from the Kurds giving this knife the power to permanently kill most demons, hellhounds and other demonic entities.

In 1995, Kenneth Hughes went rogue. He killed the red-eyed demon and has been on the run since. He began to hunt down more demons and other monsters, refusing to let humans die how his family did and to also make up for the things he did to others during his time working for Hell.

He was a rumor within the supernatural hunter community; a rogue demon who was a hunter. He kept to himself and worked by himself since most humans and hunters end up finding out who he is and they get scared of him or try to send him back to hell. Until one hunter he met, though it took a few years for either of them to fully trust each other, became friends with Kenneth. His name was Bobby Singer.

He was the only friend he had until 2005 when he was hunting a Rugaru. It attacked a family and killed the couple but Kenneth was able to save their daughter and he took the orphaned girl in. She reminded him a lot of his own little girl. She made him feel human again like she was able to give him a second chance on what he missed out with Maeve.

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Supernatural x OC:

Cameron Burke

Summary: 11-year-old, Cameron Burke, begins to hear voices but later finds out they belong to angels. With his new abilities, everyone is now after him.

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On March 8th, 1997, an angel fell from the heavens. To the human world, it was seen as a meteorite that landed somewhere in the state of Indiana. The angel that fell being reincarnated into Henry and Olivia Burke's new born son who they named Cameron. The Burke family live in Monroe, Michigan. His mother is an elementary school teacher and his father is a firefighter. The family lived a comfortable life until Cameron grew into his toddler stages.

As a toddler, he had outbursts. He was terrified and claimed that his "real" father and siblings would come for him soon to steal him away from his parents. Eventually, the Burkes took Cameron to a child psychologist which eventually repressed his memories of his origins, convincing himself he's a normal human. Unfortunately, all that progress didn't last long.

On Thursday September 18, 2008, 11-year-old Cameron was at school when the voices in his head began. It was during their reading time when the little boy heard very faintly, "Dean Winchester is saved."

Cameron snapped his head up and looked around the class. His classmates and teacher were focused on their reading, clearly that voice didn't belong to anyone. Did he even really hear that? Was that real?

"Dean Winchester is saved."

This time louder. It was beginning to echo. No. It was more and more voices repeating that over and over again. He didn't understand where these voices were coming from, nobody was talking. Nobody was reacting. Could nobody else hear them? Cameron covered his ears but he could still hear the voices. He was confused and quickly becoming overwhelmed, his breathing was rapidly increasing, and suddenly his teacher was crouched right in front of him.

She looked concerned, "Cameron?" She questioned. "Cameron, sweetheart, what's going on? Deep breathes, hon. You're alright."

He began to cry, refusing to remove his hands from his ears even if it wasn't working to quiet the voices. He cried, "It's too loud!"

His teacher was panicking. He kept claiming it was too loud but nobody was speaking; nothing was even making any noise. She wasn't understanding what was wrong because he wasn't answering her when she was trying to ask him. "I'm gonna get your mom, okay?" His teacher turned and quickly left the classroom.

Since his mother worked at the school he went to, she was able to come to his aid quickly. She ended up taking him home early. Unfortunately, the voices in his head didn't stop after that.

The more they talked and talked, he was able to learn that these voices were actually angels speaking. They were constantly talking about these three brothers named Dean, Sam and Dominic Winchester. He didn't understand what most of it all was but these angels seemed to think Dean can save them while some of these angels didn't like Sam.

Everything took a terrible turn for the worse when Cameron became hysterical after learning of the oncoming apocalypse. He sobbed and cried about the end of the world coming. He was scared and didn't want his family hurt. Everything the young boy was doing and saying scared his parents, especially his mother, and it all eventually made his parents come to the difficult decision of committing Cameron to a children's behavioral center with a diagnosis of schizophrenia.

Cameron sat on his bed, facing his window. It was nighttime and raining outside. His light brown eyes followed the raindrops race down the window. It's been about two days of radio silence from the angels, which he wasn't expecting this to last any longer. Sometimes he gets moments or silence but somethings always wrong so it never lasts.

"She can hear us." A voice whispered. "The demons learned of the girl. Anna. They're hunting her down to get information."

Cameron groaned. There they are. He gripped the sides of his head, and flopped back onto the bed. This place tries so hard to convince him the voices aren't real; they give him medicine to make the voices go away but nothing works. No matter what they say or give him, nothing works. In the end, nobody believes him. His own parents didn't even believe him.

"She's a fallen.”

"We have to find her first. We have to execute her."

Cameron whimpered, "Please. Please, just stop talking!" Tears rolled down his cheeks.

Cameron learned that this girl, Anna, was a fallen. He wasn't sure what that meant but apparently the demons and angels were searching for her. To torture her. To kill her. He obviously didn't know who she was but he hoped she was okay. It was only several hours later he found out she was found. However, it was those names again. Dean, Sam and Dominic Winchester. They helped her. She's with them. Cameron exhaled. He wasn't sure what time it was but the sky was still dark out and the talking angels didn't really let him get any sleep.

"Another one? The demons. They found another one."

"A boy. He can hear us."

Cameron's heart dropped. A boy? Are they talking about him? Did they find him? The small window on his door suddenly had a flashlight shine through into his room. Cameron sat up on his elbow. His heart began to race. He saw a faint silhouette of a someone staring into his room. Their presence scared him.

"He's a fallen. They found him." The angels spoke.

"Cameron. He's a fallen."

The boy's eyes widen. It is him. The angels and the demons know about him. The door knob jiggled, and the door pushed open. He quickly slid off the bed and huddled up in the corner of the room. The person stepped forward in the dim light of his bathroom. It was one of the nightly orderly. She was just standing there, watching him.

Cameron ran up to her. He tried to push past her to get out of the room as he demanded, "I have to get out of here! You have to listen to me, I'm not safe here! They're after me!"

"Stop." The orderly said, trying to block him from leaving the room.

Cameron continued to try and push past her. Until the orderly grabbed his jaw, forcing his head to look at her. She leaned down into his face, her once brown eyes now a solid black. She cackled, "We're already here!" She continued, "Come quietly, or I kill your parents and everyone in this fucking loony bin."

Cameron was frozen in fear but he agreed to her demands. She let go of his face and shoved him forward out of the room. Cameron stumbled out into the hall. The demon grabbed his bicep, and pulled him along with her. The behavioral center was obviously quiet because of how late it was. Nobody was going to be able to help him now.

They reached the lobby and he saw the security guard and another orderly that where always here in the night at the front desk; they were dead. The guard was on the floor and the orderly was sprawled out onto the desk. Both were covered in blood and lifeless. Cameron turned his head the other way.

The demon walked the bare foot 11-year-old out of the behavioral center. Cameron looked back at her, and in a shaky voice, he asked, "Where-- Where are you taking me?"

The demon stopped walking. She froze in her tracks as she stared forward. Cameron followed her gaze to see headlights flush over them. Cameron squinted at the lights. A black car came screeching to a halt several feet ahead of them. The car doors creaked open as two men and a little boy climbed out. The taller man was holding a blade and the other two were holding sawed-off shotguns.

"Let the kid go!" The shorter one called out.

The demon grumbled, "The Winchesters."

Cameron gawked at the them. Is it really them? The Winchesters that the angels nonstop talked about? They saved Anna, were they here to save him?

The demon seemed to snap out of it, and she grabbed Cameron's hair, yanking him closer. Cameron grunted in pain. She put her hands around his neck, and she shouted, "Don't come any further! Or I'll snap his fucking neck!"

The taller Winchester called out, "No you won't. You need him alive."

The demon didn't say anything. She just stood there like she was thinking. However, the Winchesters didn't let her ponder for long before they came running towards them. The demon grabbed Cameron's wrist and started to pull him back towards the behavioral center.

Cameron looked over his shoulder towards the Winchester brothers. If they're here to help him, then they must be able to help his parents too. The little boy planted his feet on the ground and tried tugging his wrist from the demon.

The demon whirled around, and immediately hit Cameron across the cheek. She shouted, "You little shit! Do you want your parents to die?! I will kill them!"

He fell to the floor. He held the side of his throbbing face. Before the demon could try anything more, the youngest Winchester boy ran up to Cameron, and crouched down next to him. As for the other two, the demon must have panicked when they ran up to her because before they even laid a hand on her, she started screaming and black smoke started slithering out of her mouth. It disappeared into the sky.

Cameron relaxed a little bit now that the demon was gone. There was a metal taste in his mouth, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand to find red blood. The other boy asked, "Are you okay?"

Still in shock from the event that just went down, he mumbled, "Yeah..." He looked between the three brothers, "Are you really the Winchesters?"

The shorter one nodded, as he crouched in front of Cameron. He examined the side of the boys face where the demon hit him. Unfortunately, a small cut was opened up on his cheek. He continued, "I'm Dean. This is Sam and Dominic."

"I'm Cameron." He said. He grabbed Dean's arm, and looked between the older brothers, "Wait, my parents! She said she'd kill them! You have to help them!" worried Cameron. He got to his feet and began to tug Dean along towards their car, "Please, we have to save them!"

"Okay, okay! Cameron, where do you live?" Sam asked.

Cameron was brought to Sioux Falls, South Dakota by the Winchesters. They had went to Cameron's house but unfortunately, they were already too late. The house they brought him to belongs to a man named Bobby Singer. He was introduced to the home owner himself, Anna, the other fallen, Pamela Barnes, a psychic, and finally Ruby, who apparently was a good demon.

Cameron quietly sat on the sofa in Bobby Singer's living room after Anna and him learned of their origins because of Pamela hypnotizing them and helping them remember. All of his memories from when he was an angel had returned to him... he couldn't believe it. He remembers the night he fell. In heaven, Anna was an older angel and Cameron did know her. She was a superior and he remembers the day she left. She was definitely a bit of an influence on him when she did. He whimpered and tears welled up in his eyes as he pulled his knees up to his chest.

"Hey."

His eyes flicked over to the entrance of the living room. Standing there was Anna and she walked over to Cameron, taking a seat next to him on the sofa. After a moment of silence, Anna finally said, "I'm sorry about your parents."

Cameron bit his lip to keep it from quivering more. He took a shaky inhale, "Don't be. This is all my fault." He mumbled. "They died because of me. All because I'm selfish. Because I wanted to be human. They probably weren't supposed to even be my parents to begin with." He finally began to cry. He let the tears spill and buried his face into his knees as he hugged his legs tighter to his chest.

Anna gave him a sympathetic look. She sat closer to him, and gently put an arm around him. "I understand what you're feeling, Cameron." Anna said, "But, this is not your fault. Look, at me."

Cameron hesitated but slowly sat up, and turned his head to her.

Anna repeated, "This is not your fault. Okay?" She continued, "We deserve to have a life too. And I know your parents wouldn't trade you for anyone else. They love you no matter what. So, don't blame yourself."

The young boy looked down. She pulled him into a soft embrace. Continuing to softly cry, he sniffled, "Anna... Do I have to get my grace back? I— I don't want it back. I want to stay human."

She gently nodded, "I know. Me too... but, we have too. Regaining our grace will help us protect ourselves from demons and other angels. This is our only option." Cameron pulled himself away from Anna but didn't say anything and he turned his head away from her. Anna sighed, "I need to go talk to Dean... I'm sorry, Cameron." She stood up from the sofa and walked away.

Cameron and Anna were brought to a barn by the Winchesters. Sam had concocted a huge plan to lure the angels and the demons that were after them in the same room so they can go against each other. Ruby was out getting the demons while they were in the barn waiting for the angels. Dominic and Cameron were sitting next to each other on the barn floor. Dominic was keeping Cameron occupied since the young fallen angel was feeling really scared right now.

"He's definitely my favorite Batman." Dominic said.

Cameron nodded in agreement, "Yeah. Even the Joker in there was my favorite too."

The two boys continued to chat about the newest Batman movie, The Dark Knight, that was released a couple months ago. Until they heard the wind outside was picking up, and the barn doors swung open. Dominic and Cameron quickly got to their feet and they ran over to Dean. The angels, Castiel and Uriel, walked into the barn as the doors slammed shut behind them.

Sam, Dean and Dominic stood protectively in front of Anna and Cameron.

"Hello, Anna. Hello, Cameron. It's good to see you." Castiel said.

Whoa. Cameron's eyes were wide staring at the other two angels. He remembers them from when he was an angel. For being angels though, they were very intimidating and scary especially Uriel.

"How?" Sam demanded. "How did you find us?"

Castiel didn't have to say anything as he looked at Dean. The hunter immediately looking guilty and refusing to look at anyone. Dean mumbled to the two fallen angels, "I'm sorry."

"Why?" Sam gasped.

"Because they gave him a choice. They either kill us..." Anna said, turned her head towards Sam. "Or kill you. I know how their minds work."

Anna turned to Dean and kissed him, "It's okay. I forgive you." She took Cameron's hand, and the two of them stepped forward. "Then do it. Get it over with. Just make it quick." She gave Cameron's hand a small squeeze.

Cameron's eyes began to water and his heart began to pound. He knew what the plan was but this was all still scaring him. What if Ruby doesn't get here in time? What if they just die anyway?

"Don't you dare touch a hair on their heads!"

Everyone whirled around to see at the back of the barn was the demon Alastair and two to other demons who were holding an injured Ruby between them. Cameron and everyone else quickly got out of the way as Uriel and Castiel walked forwards towards the demons as they shoved Ruby aside and she crawled away.

"How dare you come into this room." Uriel scowled.

"Turn around and walk away now."

Alastair smirked, "Not without those two."

The angels and demons began to fight with each other. During the battle, Anna was able to sneak up to Uriel and snatched their grace from him while he was distracted fighting a demon. "No!" Uriel called out.

Anna ran up to Cameron the small vial of his grace, and closed his palm. "Use your grace, okay?" She gently cupped his cheek. "Everything will be okay. It'll keep you safe. Whatever happens, I'll find you."

"Anna, Wait!" Cameron called out.

Behind them, Uriel killed the demon he was fighting. Anna was quick to throw the small bottle of her grace down onto the floor and it reabsorbed it back into her, "Close your eyes!" She screamed in a pained voice. "Close your eyes!" Her transformation destroyed Alastair and another demons vessels, but Anna was gone.

Uriel looked pissed. Cameron caught his gaze and Uriel glared at him, he pointed towards Cameron, "Hand him over now!"

Dean stepped in front of Uriel while Sam blocked Castiel. While they were all arguing over Cameron, Dominic pulled out a pocket knife. Cameron watched him as he flicked it open. His eyes widen when Dominic cut the palm of his hand open and he began to draw on the concrete flooring using his own blood.

"What are you doing?" Cameron whispered.

"Shh! Just get behind me!" Dominic insisted. Once he finished, Dominic shouted, "Hey!" When everyone stopped talking and looked over, the two angels saw the symbol on the floor and they panicked.

"No! No! Wait--"

Immediately, Dominic slapped the symbol with his injured hand. Uriel and Castiel both disappeared in a bright light. Everyone took a sigh of relief. Sam didn't let everyone rest for very long, he gestured towards Cameron, "You have to use your grace! It's gonna protect you!"

Cameron looked down into his palm at the small, glowing blue container Uriel had made into a necklace that held his grace. He shook his head, "No... No. I— I don't want to." He stood up on his feet, beginning to back away from the Winchesters.

"Sam, stop it." Dean demanded but he ignored Dean.

"Cameron, just listen. Please, you have to understand--" Sam began.

"No! Cameron, wait—" Dominic called out.

The young fallen angel turned on his heels and ran out of the barn. He wasn't sure where he was going but he ran out into the woods surrounding the area. He could hear the Winchester's voices becoming father and farther away.

After what felt like miles even if it wasn't, he stopped running to hide behind a large tree. He sat at the base of the tree, leaning his head back on it. He took a shaky breath. He looked down at his grace, and frowned. It was this. This caused everything bad in his life.

He slipped the necklace over his head, and stuffed the small container into his shirt. He didn't want to even look at it anymore.

It's been four days since Cameron ran away from the Winchesters. The boy spent the week traveling by foot and sneaking onto buses but constantly being found by demons. Thankfully, the two angels (Uriel and Castiel) that were trying to kill him and Anna before haven't came to him but strangely that still worried him. As for Anna, she hasn't found him either. No matter anything that's happen so far, he still hasn't tried using his grace. Cameron liked being human, he refuses to be an angel again. He still didn't have a set destination though, he just wanted to get far away as he could. Everything has been too much and scary for him, he just wanted to go away.

He's not sure where he's even at now but he's in a really small town in the middle of no where. Dusk was following, the sun was finally starting to hiding behind the horizon. Cameron was walking down an empty road leaving the small town he took a bus to when he spotted far down was a lonely gas station. It was empty besides for one car that was parked around the back.

Food.

His stomach growled. Cameron picked up his pace. Thankfully Cameron had some cash on him from when he "found" someones wallet. He finally approached the gas station, walking up to the glass doors, and pushed them open. A bell rang above his head. At the register was a man and he was staring at Cameron.

"Uh, hi." Cameron greeted. Something didn't feel right.

The man looked past the boy, and then back towards him, "Where are your parents, kid? Are you alone?"

Cameron let the doors close behind him. He answered, "Um, no, sir. My mom... She's outside." He lied. He needs to hurry up and get out of here. He didn't even let the man reply. Cameron walked towards the back of the mini mart. Cameron chose a soda, a big bag of Cheeto Puffs and a pack of Starbursts. He was hesitant to go up to the register though because this man was freaking him out.

He took a deep breath. The quicker he pays for everything the quicker he can be on his way, he decided. He marched up to the counter and put everything down. The man looked down at everything Cameron was buying then at the boy. He slowly scanned everything. After being told the amount he owed, Cameron held out a twenty dollar bill.

The cashier instantly grabbed Cameron's wrist and yanked him towards the counter. He had an ugly smile and his eyes turned black. A demon. Cameron tried pulling away but the demon had a tight grip on his wrist. "Cameron, right? I thought that was you, kid. We've been looking everywhere for you." The demon cackled and pulled him over the counter. He tightly wrapped his arms around him.

Cameron squirmed in the demon's grip, "Let me go!" He shouted.

The demon covered Cameron's mouth when they both heard two car doors slam shut outside. He peeked out the huge store window and muttered under his breath, "Shit." He quickly carried Cameron to the back of the store. He opened a janitors closet that held all the cleaning supplies and threw Cameron inside. He hissed, "Keep quiet." He slammed the door shut.

Whoever was outside, he had heard two doors close. That means two people are out there. Should he risk it? What if they're just regular humans? If they get killed by the demon... It'd be his fault.

He gasped when he heard a big commotion out in the store. He could hear things breaking and being thrown. Cameron jumped to his feet and started banging on the door, he shouted, "Hey! Hey! Help!"

After a few moments of banging on the door, he stepped back when the door knob began to jiggle around. The mystery person unlocked the door and pushed it open. Standing at the doorway was a girl. She looked around his age with a concerned look on her face. She looked down the hall and then back towards him. She reached out and grabbed his hand, "C'mon! We have to go!"

She guided him out of the janitors closet and they ran down the short hallway into the main store. The place was absolutely trashed. At the front of the store was a man, he looked beaten up but he was waiting for them at the doors, holding them open. He gestured for them to hurry, "Quick! More could be coming!"

Cameron noticed legs from beneath one of the fallen shelves. The demon. The two kids ran out of the mini mart, and the man followed behind them. Parked at one of the gas pumps was a black 1990 Ford pickup truck. The girl opened up the drivers seat and gestured for him to get in first. Cameron climbed up into the truck and climbed all the way to the passenger side. The girl right behind him and finally the man sat in the drivers seat. He started the truck and they sped off from the gas station.

The man glanced over at Cameron then back at the road, he asked, "Are you okay, kid? Are you hurt?"

Cameron was catching his breath but he answered, "No, sir. I'm okay..."

The man continued to question, "What's your name?"

"Cameron." He replied.

The man immediately hit the brakes of his truck. He turned towards the boy, "Cameron? You're the fallen angel?" He asked.

Cameron stared at the man, wide-eyed. His eyes flicked towards the girl and then back at the man. He stuttered, "I-- I... um..." His right hand began to try and find the car door handle.

"Whoa, whoa. Easy, kid. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. We've just heard about you." The man explained. He gestured towards himself and the girl next that was in the middle of them, "We're hunters. We're not gonna hurt you. We can keep you safe. I'm Kenneth and this is Casey.”

Casey gently put a hand on his shoulder, and she smiled reassuringly. She soothed, "We won't hurt you. I promise."

She made Cameron relax a little. He hesitated, "Yes. I'm— I'm him."

"Okay. You know the Winchesters, right?" Kenneth asked. When the little boy confirmed he did, he explained, "Well, we do too. They let us know about you to keep an eye out for you after you had ran away because the angels and demons are still after you."

"You haven't used your grace, have you?" Casey guessed.

He gently touched the bottle of grace that was around his neck, "No." He mumbled.

They were all quiet for a moment. Kenneth turned in his seat, and put the car in drive. He looked at the gas meter, "Well. We got a little under half a tank. I think we should be able to make it to the next town over. So we'll get some food." He said. "If you would like to stick with us?"

He thought about it. Cameron agreed, "Yes. I would."

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Supernatural x OCs:

Casey Silva

Summary: The Silva family are attacked by a monster in the middle of the night. Their 6-year-old daughter the only survivor after a mysterious man comes in and saves the orphaned girl.

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Casey was born on December 23rd, 1999 to a very wealthy but loving family. Her parents, Charlotte and Jose, struggled to have a baby for years so they were ecstatic to finally have a successful, healthy baby girl. She is her parent's only child but they of course love her nonetheless.

After coming home from school, and eating dinner that Casey's mother made, the 6-year-old sat on the living room floor coloring in her Care Bears coloring book. Her parents were watching the night news.

'Tonights story, another family was killed in their home this morning. Police report it could possibly be the same creature that killed the Suarez family Tuesday night.' The News Anchor explained.

"Jesus..." Her father mumbled.

Her mother shook her head, "A creature? What the hell is that supposed to mean?" She sighed.

Both of their reactions making Casey look up at the TV. The more the news anchor explained the scary situation, Casey sat up. Her voice trembled as she asked, "Is it a monster? Can it come after us too?"

Her mother gave her a soft smile, "No, Case. I'm sure whatever it is the police will figure it out. We'll be okay." She looked up at the wall clock that was above their TV, and she stood up from the couch, she continued, "Come on, my love. It's gettin' late and you still need a bath, stinky girl."

Casey didn't bother laughing. She was feeling too scared. Her mother crouched down to her height, she pushed her curly, light brown hair back behind her ear and cupped her face in her hands. The little girl leaned into her left hand as she gently told her, "Everything will be okay. I promise, we'll be safe. I would never let anything happen to you."

Her mother stood up, holding her arms out to her and Casey reached out for her mother to pick her up. Once in her mother's arms, Casey tightly hugged her.

"Daddy, can you come too?" Casey asked.

"Of course, but let me finish this real quick. I'll be right there, okay?" Her father said.

Casey gently nodded. Her mother walked them upstairs towards the bathroom.

Casey sat up in bed in a cold sweat. Her heart pounding in her ears. She looked around her dark room to see the time was 3 in the morning on her clock.

Casey's lip quivered. She had a really bad dream. She decided she would head to her parent's room to sleep with them for the night or if her mom would at least bring her back to bed. Casey climbed out of bed and quietly tip toed out of the room and down the long, dark hallway. She approached her parent's bedroom and the door was a crack open.

She froze at the door because she heard gurgling coming from within the room. Casey's breathing picked up but she peeked through the crack. She saw a figure hunched over her mother; her mother's eyes were wide and unblinking and she had a dark liquid dribbling out of her mouth. She saw the floor was covered in more of it.

Casey gasped and her eyes welled up.

It didn't look like her dad was in the bed with her mother. So, she leaned in more to peek more inside the room. Her eye caught the floor; another pool of a dark liquid. Her eyes travelled to see a glimpse of her father's hand in it. She couldn't see his whole body but she was too scared to push the door open to even try to look more inside.

The figure suddenly froze and sat up, beginning to sniff the air. Casey covered her mouth and pushed herself up against the wall. She could hear the monster groaning. She needed to leave before this thing figured her out.

Casey began to slowly step away from the bedroom. Where could she even hide? She didn't want to leave far because she wanted to still come back to her parents.

She decided she could go back to her bedroom. Maybe she could grab her baseball bat to save them! Casey quickly but quietly sped walked back to her bedroom.

The little girl took a step but underneath her foot, the wood flooring creaked loudly. She froze. She slowly looked over her shoulder right as she heard a shriek coming from her parent's room.

The door slammed open to reveal the monster, it was down on all fours. This monster was human looking other than its scary and sickly pale skin with very prominent veins popping out of its face and everywhere on its body. It's huge, black eyes locked with Casey's. Terror stabbed in the 6-year-old's heart. Her panic fueled her to book it for her room. She refused to look back but she could hear the monsters footsteps right behind her as it roared.

Casey miraculously made it through the door of her bedroom. She whirled around and slammed the door shut right as the monster was less than a foot from her. She locked the door.

The little girl's legs turned into jelly and she fell to her knees. The creature was banging and scratching at the door as it roared and shrieked to get inside. She tried to get to her feet but her legs weren't working. So, Casey crawled towards her bedroom closet.

She slid the folding closet doors closed. She squeezed herself far back into the dark closet. The moonlight from her open window was the only thing lighting her room. It faintly spilled into the closet through the cracks of the folding doors. Casey was sobbing, and covering her ears from the monsters horrible screeching.

Why is this happening to them?! Mommy said they would be okay, but now they're hurt and Casey is next. She didn't want to be next.

She yelped when she heard the door burst open. Through the crack of the folding closet doors, she saw the monster was inside her room. It was looking around her bedroom. She was so sick with fear she struggled to control her breathing. So, she covered her mouth with her shaking hands.

The little girl took another peek through the crack of the doors. To her horror, the monster was staring right at the closet, it snarled and looked ready to attack until a loud bang sounded off.

Casey screamed. She huddled further into the closet, hugging her knees to her chest, and covering her head. She wasn't sure what was even going on out there but she didn't want to find out.

She heard the creature wail. It was awful and loud, it hurt Casey's ears. She moved her hands back to her ears as she buried her face into her knees.

Hands grabbed her shoulders and Casey screamed, throwing her arms out to push away whatever it was. Until she heard a voice shouting with a very strange accent, "Stop! Stop! I'm here to help you now!"

Casey gasped and looked up to see a man. Behind him were huge flames climbing up her bedroom walls.

The man slipped his hands underneath Casey's arms and plucked the girl off the ground. He held the girl in his arms, and ran out of Casey's bedroom.

They bounded down the hall as the flames were quickly engulfing the home. When they passed her parent's room, Casey reached out and screamed, "No! Wait!"

Once outside, the man set the Casey down on the lawn. The little girl was crying as she looked up at the burning building. She tried to run back to the house but the man grabbed her and turned Casey away from the flames, "Stop! You can't go back inside!" There were sirens sounding off in the distance.

"Wait! But My— My mommy and daddy..." Casey cried. "They are in there still. They're hurt. Can't you help them too? They need your help!"

The man sighed. He didn't know what to say. He rubbed the back of his head, and gently said, "Look, kid... Your mommy and daddy... I couldn't help them. The monster hurt them. Really, really bad. I'm sorry." As the little girl began to cry harder, the man exhaled and stood up. "The police are coming to help now. Stay here—"

Casey shook her head, "N—No! Please, don't leave me!" She hugged the man, tightly.

The man was very confused at this little girl's reaction. The man had to pry her off himself, "I'm sorry, kid, but the police will help you now. I have to go."

Casey continued to sob. When the man let her go, she was quick to grab him and cling to him again. The man was becoming irritated, he yanked the young girl off, holding her back by her shoulders and flashed his black eyes, and hissed, "I'm not human! I'm a demon. You can't be with me."

Casey yelped as she watched the man's black eyes. Despite feeling scared, he still saved her. She hugged his arm, "I don't— I don't care! Please! Please, don't leave me! I'm scared! What if the monster comes back?" Casey whimpered.

He wanted to just leave. She'd be better off with a normal family but the more the demon watched her, the more this little girl reminded him of... The demon needed to make a decision fast because first responders were going to be here and in any minute, neighbors were going to be coming outside their homes to see the burning house.

"Fuck." He grumbled.

He hesitated but then picked up the little girl in his arms, and trudged off to his car with her. The sirens coming closer. He quickly set the girl in the backseat, and jogged over to the drivers seat and drove off.

They were parked outside of a motel. The man walked Casey inside with him. He closed the door behind him and locked it. He peeked out of the motel room window to make sure nobody was following them. As Casey walked over to the bed, and she sat there.

The demon closed the blinds and curtains. He pulled a chair over and sat across from Casey. He was quiet for a moment before he said, "Well, first things first. I'm Kenneth. What's your name, sweetheart?"

"Casey." She answered.

"How old are you?" Kenneth asked again.

"I'm six." Casey replied. "Are... Are you really a demon?"

Kenneth nodded, "I am." He sighed softly, "I'm sorry if I scared you earlier but I'm not mean. Look, Casey, monsters are very real but I hunt and kill those monsters like the one in your home because I want to try and save people. I'm... I'm sorry I couldn't save your mom and dad."

Casey's eyes welled up and she sniffled. She hopped off the bed and hugged the demon, tightly. She mumbled, "It's okay, Kenneth. I forgive you."

Kenneth froze at this little girls embrace. He gently but very awkwardly pat her back.

Kenneth sighed and smoothly pulled the girl back, holding her by her shoulders. His tone became serious as he asked, "Are you sure you want to stay with me? I'm going to be honest with you, I could die. You could die. This is serious."

"I want to stay with you." She confirmed. The little girl looked down at her feet and continued, "I don't want anybody else to get hurt like my mommy and daddy. I don't want you to get hurt either. Can I help you?"

Kenneth was surprised at how brave this little girl actually is. He slowly nodded his head, and softly answered, "You can help me."

Kenneth suddenly cleared his throat making the little girl flinch. The demon noticed the time, it was 4 in the morning. He pat Casey's shoulder and asked, "Are you tired? You should try to get some rest. We're gonna leave town tomorrow."

Casey nodded. She scooted back on the bed and slipped underneath the covers. The little girl watched the demon push his chair back to where it originally was. Casey asked, "Um, Kenneth? Is that okay if you sit with me until I fall asleep?"

"Um... Sure, I can." Kenneth clicked the lamps off. He walked over, sitting next to the girl on the bed. The demon leaned back on the headboard.

Within the dark, the two were quiet until Casey asked, "Kenneth?"

"Hm?" He replied.

"Are you from far away? You talk funny." Casey asked.

Kenneth softly chuckled causing the bed to gently move. He answered, "I am. I'm from Ireland. I've travelled here a really long time ago." Before the young girl could ask anything else, Kenneth continued, "You should get some sleep, now. I can answer anymore questions you have in the morning, okay? It's been a long night."

Casey yawned, "Okay."

After a few minutes, Kenneth looked down to see Casey was finally asleep. He sighed as he rubbed his face.

Kenneth slowly got out of the bed. He walked over to the mini fridge and grabbed a large bottle of liquor. He sat himself down in the corner of the motel room and began to drink and be with his thoughts. He's not sure how long its been but closed curtains made the room dark and sunlight was starting to pour into the room from the cracks of the curtain. He watched the young girl sleeping in the bed. He couldn't believe he decided to keep this kid. It was definitely stupid of him because of the life he lives but... if he's really being honest, Casey brought back a lot of old memories from when he was human. Casey reminded Kenneth of her. He took a swig of liquor from the large bottle he was holding. Maybe he's being selfish. Maybe he should leave. Call the police to let them know the kid is here... so Casey could live a normal life.

"Kenneth?"

He snapped out of it and looked up. The little girl was awake and just staring at him. The demon cleared his throat, he set the bottle down and stood up, "Hey. Mornin', kid." He came over, sitting at the end of the bed, "How are you feelin'?"

Casey just shrugged, "I'm... okay." Her lip quivered slightly, and her voice shook as she continued, "I had— I had a bad dream. The monster was back and it was chasing me."

"Oh." Kenneth mumbled.

It's been a years since he's been around a kid. Let alone humans in general. He'e always preferred being alone and working alone since most hunters always end up finding out he's a demon one way or another and don't even give him a chance to explain himself before they start trying to send him back to hell. Even the ones he helped.

Kenneth cleared his throat. He put his arm out to give her a comforting pat on the head but the little girl quickly crawled over to him and hugged him. Thrown off by the hug, the demon froze and looked down at her. He pat her back and said, "Um... It's okay. It was just a dream." He carefully removed her, and reassured her, "Look, Casey. I promise you, everything will be okay. I won't let anything hurt you."

She stared at him. She bobbed her heard up and down, and replied, "Okay... I trust you." They were both quiet for moment, until the little girl's stomach grumbled. She held her stomach and sheepishly looked up at the demon hunter.

Of course. She's human. Kenneth forgot they need to eat unlike him, "Hungry, huh? Well, get dress—"

"I don't have clothes." Casey said.

"Oh. Right. We'll get you some food so I'll get you some clothes. How do pancakes sound?" Kenneth asked.

A small smile spread across her lips and she giggled, "Good!"

He nodded returning a smile to her. He chuckled lightly, "Alright. Pancakes it is. Let's get going, kid."

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Supernatural x OCs:

Dominic Winchester

Summary: John Winchester saves the life of a baby boy who was targeted by the Yellow-Eyed Demon. After confirming the demon wasn’t going to come back for the baby, the family became attached to the orphaned baby and took him in.

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Melissa and Joseph Young gave birth to a healthy baby boy on October 18th, 1999. He was only 6 months old when their home was attacked by the Yellow-Eyed Demon. His parents were both killed in the house fire the demon left behind. Unfortunately, John Winchester was too late to save his parents but made it just in time before anything could happen to the baby. He barged into the house and was able to get into the nursery.

John looked up at the enflamed ceiling. He looked across the nursery at the crib to see a squirming, crying baby. The Winchester rushed across the room, plucked the baby out of the crib and dashed out of the room.

Once outside, John turned back to the house as it was engulfed in flames, "Shit..." He mumbled and then looked down at the crying baby, "I'm sorry, kid. I wish I'd gotten here sooner."

John brought the baby back to their motel room and presented the 6 month old baby to his two sons, 20-year-old Dean and 16-year-old Sam.

His two boys were very confused. Sam stared down at the sleeping baby in John's arms then at his dad, "Why didn't you just leave him with the fire department or something?"

"Because we're gonna have him just for a couple of weeks. I just need to really make sure the demon doesn't come back. If it does, I need to kill that thing once and for all." John explained. "This is the first time in years the Yellow-Eyed Demon came back. We have to be sure."

Dean sighed. He understood where his dad was coming from but it was still weird that they have a baby now. He rubbed the back of his head, and asked, "Well, what's his name?"

John looked down at the baby, "Um... I don't know actually. I got outta there quick, there wasn't anything with his name."

They all looked amongst each other.

"He's not going to be staying forever." John said. "I guess we don't really need to name him."

As much as they all felt bad about not knowing the baby's name, it unfortunately made sense to just not call him anything. He wouldn't be here for long.

The Winchester's just referred to him as "the baby". They stayed put in the baby's hometown in hopes that the Yellow-Eyed Demon would come back. During these two weeks of keeping him, out of all the Winchesters, Dean surprisingly grew the most attached. John would be out most of the time to God only knows where. As for Sam, he's only 16, he's still a kid himself so Dean didn't expect him to help since he was the adult here. Dean fed, changed and watched over him. Whenever the baby would have crying fits, Dean was the only one who could calm him down.

It's been a little over two weeks, and John Winchester sat his boys down at the table in their motel room.

"Well, it's clear that the demon isn't coming back. He's gonna be okay." John said.

Dean was holding the baby and feeding him a bottle. He looked at his dad.

John continued, "We can leave him with the fire department—"

Dean was quick to stop his dad, "Hold on. What?" He scoffed, "Are you serious? You still wanna give him away? Just like that? He's been fine with us."

John looked confused, "Well, yeah. Dean, this has been the plan from the start. I told you boys he was only going to stay with us for a couple of weeks until we know for sure that the Yellow-Eyed Demon wasn't going to come back for him."

Dean just stared in disbelief at his dad, "But he's gotten use to us. We can't just abandon him." Dean said. "C'mon, dad. Please."

John and Sam exchanged looks with one another. John sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose. He genuinely wasn't expecting Dean of all people to get so attached to the baby. He looked at the baby in Dean's arms. He was wide awake, looking up at Dean, fiddling with Dean's necklace as he drank his bottle.

John's expression soften. Realizing and seeing how Dean was with him and how the baby was with his son. He slowly nodded, "Okay. Yeah. He'll stay with us then."

Sam glanced between everyone, "So... what's his name?" Sam asked.

The whole time John never found the answer to that because he was under the impression they were going to still leave him with the fire department. He shrugged and John and Sam both looked at Dean for an answer.

Dean raised his eyebrows, "You want me to name him?"

John nodded, "Well, Yeah. He likes you."

Dean got a little embarrassed but he looked down at the baby. Dean saw he was finished with his bottle so Dean gently took the bottle out of his mouth and set it on the table. He sat him up and studied the baby's face. Dean gently put the baby over his shoulder and began to pat his back to get him to burp, "Uh..." He thought about it and then said, "I've always liked the name Dominic?"

Growing up, Dominic called John Winchester, Dad like Dean and Sam. He was the two Winchester's youngest brother. However, Dominic was still the closest with Dean. Dominic came to Dean for everything; he showed, taught, and was there for all of Dominic's big millstones as he grew up. He really saw Dean as more of a father figure than he did John because he was hardly ever there. Even when John was there, Dominic still went to Dean. As for Sam, he loved him and saw him as another brother.

Dominic was only 3 years old when Sam had expressed to their dad he wanted to go to college instead of being a hunter. A huge argument ensued in the motel room they all shared. Dominic cried from all the yelling.

Dean was sitting with Dominic on the motel bed trying to comfort and distract him as much as he could.

"If you leave, don't bother coming back!" John screamed.

"Dad?!" Dean said, not able to ignore that as he watched John turn his back to Sam. Dean stood up from the bed and turned to their middle brother, "Sammy, wait—"

But without another word, Sam turned on his heels, and stormed out of the motel room and never looked back.

With Sam gone and it really only being Dominic and Dean together because, despite the two brothers following John on these hunts, their dad would leave on his own to complete them leaving Dominic with Dean. So, the two brothers became closer than ever.

When Dominic turned four years old, Dean actually began to teach him now to defend himself and even started to teach him about the supernatural. Maybe this wasn't the smartest ideas for Dean to start teaching him about being a hunter but John did it with him and Sam. He knew anything could happen and he wanted Dominic to be prepared and to be able to protect himself if Dean or John weren't there to do so.

When Dominic was 5, the little boy began to pester Dean to start teaching him how to use weapons.

"Please? Please, please, please?" Dominic begged. "I wanna be like you and dad. I wanna help!"

Dean looked unsure as he scratched the back of his head. Was this even a good idea? Sure, he and Sam were also taught these things at his age but a small part of Dean was hesitant. Is this something he really should be bringing Dominic into? Is this a cycle he should break? Sam would probably think so.

"I don't know, Dom. You're still very young. These things are dangerous." Dean explained.

Dominic pouted, "But— But I pinky promise I will be safe! I'll listen."

Well, shit. Dean huffed. He answered, "Fine." Before the young boy could react, Dean interrupted, "But! I am only going to be showing and you are not going to be touching anything yet. Understand?"

Dominic nodded with a smile, and repeated, "Understand!"

Dominic is now 6 years old. Dean has officially began physically showing Dominic how to use weapons like knives and a gun. However Dean still doesn't let him keep them on his person though.

Dominic watched as the world flew by in the window of Dean's Chevy Impala as they drove to see Sam. Dominic was so excited to finally see him after a long time since he left to go to school.

However, the little boy noticed this whole ride to go to see Sam, Dean has been acting weird.

Dominic looked at his older brother's eyes through the review mirror. He looked mad as he stared at the road.

"Are you okay, Dean?" Dominic asked. "Is something wrong?"

Dean seemed to snap out of it and his eyes met Dominic's in the review mirror, "Huh? Oh, uh— Yeah, buddy. I'm just thinking."

"Are you thinking about Sam? Are you nervous?" Dominic questioned. "I'm happy to see him but I'm also kind of nervous... It's been a really long time... Is Sam mad at us?"

"Yeah, Imma little nervous too. But," Dean's eyes kept flicking back and forth from the road to the mirror, he sighed, "Look, I'm going to be honest with you, buddy. You're old enough to understand a little bit; Sam isn't mad at you but he is with me and dad. Do you remember the night he left?"

Dominic looked out the window, but nodded. He answered, "Yeah... I remember."

Dean was surprised that he remembered even just a little bit. He continued, "Well, Dad really hurt his feelings that night." Dean explained.

Dominic slowly nodded and then after a moment of silence, he asked, "Are we going to see Sammy because dad is missing?"

Dean looked at the little boy, taken aback, "What? How did you know that?"

Dominic hesitated and his lip quivered slightly but he answered, "Dad always comes back, but this time it's been really, really long... is he dead?"

Dean quickly shook his head, "No, definitely not. Look, Dom, I don't know where he's at but that's why we're gonna get Sam's help so we can all find him together and make sure he's safe, okay?"

Dominic simply nodded as he gently wiped the tears threatening to spill off his cheeks.

"We'll find him, bud. We always do." Dean said, giving him a small smile.

It was dark and they had finally made it to Sam's apartment complex. Dean parked in the alley of the building. He turned his car off, and then turned towards his little brother in the backseat who was surprisingly still wide awake despite how late it was.

"How you doin'?" Dean asked. Dominic replied with a thumbs up so Dean continued, "You ready to go?"

Dominic nodded. Dean gave him a smile, patting his little brother on the knee, "Alright. Let's go." He climbed out of the car.

Dominic unbuckled his seat belt and followed out of the car. Dominic was about to walk towards the buildings backdoor but Dean stopped him.

"We'll go through his window." Dean said, gesturing up the fire escape that lead to Sam's apartment.

Dominic looked confused, "Why?"

"Um..." Dean slowly answered, "We're gonna... surprise him!" He gave his little brother an excited smile to hype him up. However, Dominic frowned. Even this 6-year-old wasn't feeling this plan but Dean nudged his shoulder and chuckled, "C'mon, Dom! It'll be fine! Sam will love it."

Dominic reluctantly followed Dean up the fire escape. The two Winchesters crouched a little below the window. Dean was trying to peek inside the dark apartment. The environment giving them huge clues that Sam was clearly asleep for the night.

Dean turned to Dominic, and whispered, "Okay. So, here's the plan; You're gonna stay here and I'm gonna sneak inside. Wait until I give the all clear before you come in. Sound good?"

No good! Everything about this plan screamed no good but Dominic nodded along anyway. He whispered back, "Okay... Be careful."

"Always, little brother." Dean ruffled his hair.

He slowly slid the window open. Dean sat on the window sill and crawled through. However Dominic noticed at the last second, Dean didn't lift his leg high enough and his foot clipped the sill causing his brother to stumble. Dean caught himself but not the item he knocked over. Dominic quickly ducked down by laying flat on his stomach. His little heart started beating and hoping Sam didn't hear that. Dominic really wasn't liking this anymore... not that he even liked it in the first place.

Dominic stood quiet and just listened because Dean never closed the window. Dominic flinched when he started hearing grunting and fighting coming from within the dark apartment. After a few seconds, he heard a loud thud. The little boy cautiously sat up, peeking his eyes into the window to try and see what was happening. From the window, he saw through a doorway was Sam's silhouette.

He was so happy to finally see their brother after 3 years. The little boy popped up and without waiting for Dean's say so, he climbed through the window.

"Sam!" He whisper-yelled and ran up behind him, and hugged Sam's arm.

"Dominic?" He looked between Dean and him. "What are you guys—"

The light flicked on and at the living room door way was a pretty blonde girl. Despite just waking up, her sleepy eyes were wide as she looked between everyone and then finally towards Sam. She seemed more confused than scared.

She asked, "Sam?"

"Jess, hey." Sam looked towards his brothers, "Dean, Dominic, this is my girlfriend, Jessica."

Jessica smiled, "Wait, your brothers?"

Sam tipped his head in conformation. Dominic gave a gentle, shy wave towards her. He slowly hid behind Sam and now holding his hand. As for Dean, he gestured towards Jessica's shirt and said, "I love the smurfs." He looked at Sam with a grin and then walked up towards Jessica, "Y'know, I gotta tell ya-- You are completely out of my brother's league."

Jessica bobbed her head up and down as she said, "Well, lemme just go put something on."

"No, no, no! I wouldn't dream of it, seriously." Dean commented. Before Jessica could answer, Dean interrupted, "Anyway, we gotta borrow your boyfriend here, and talk about some private family business, but it was nice meeting you--"

Sam interjected, "No!" He gestured for Jessica to come to him with his free right hand. She looked a little hesitant because of this very awkward situation now but she came over anyway, and Sam put his arm around her. Jessica and Dominic caught each others gaze, and she smiled at him. Sam continued, "No, whatever you want to say, you can say it in front of her."

Dean just stared. His eyes flicked down towards Dominic who looked unsure. Dean rolled his eyes, "Fine." Dean huffed. "Um... Dad hasn't been home in a few days."

Sam just raised an eyebrow, and scoffed, "So? He's just working an overtime shift. He'll stumble back in sooner or later."

Dominic gave Sam's hand a squeeze to get his attention, and chimed in, "No, Dad is on a hunting trip."

Sam's face dropped. His eyes went from Dominic to Dean. He murmured, "Jess, excuse us."

The three Winchester boys left Sam's apartment and descended down the stairs. Sam started, "I mean, c'mon! You can't just break in in the middle of the night and expect me to just hit the road with you guys."

Dominic was the last one going down, trying to keep up with his older brothers who were moving very quickly down the steps but also trying to be cautious so he wouldn't eat it down the flight of stairs. As Sam and Dean bickered, Dominic just quietly followed them but hoping Dean can convince Sam to come with because he seems pretty sure he's not going. Dominic really wanted them all to be together again after they found dad.

The two oldest Winchesters stopped at the exit of the apartment complex. Dominic finally tuning into their conversation. Sam exasperated, "I was 9 years old! He was supposed to say 'don't be afraid of the dark'! And now you're teaching Dominic all this same crap."

Dean looked confused, and shot back, "'Don't be afraid of the dark'? Are you kidding me? Of course I'm teaching him this because you should be afraid of the dark. You know what's out there!"

Sam argued, "I-- I know! Still! The way we grew up after mom was killed and dad's obsession to find the thing that killed her, but we still haven't found the damn thing! Do you think Dominic's parents would have wanted this life for him? Do you think mom would have wanted this for us?"

Dominic looked down. Unfortunately, the little boy knew the Winchester’s weren’t his real family. The night Sam left is how he found out because out of anger, Sam blurted it out in front of him. It’s definitely been stuck in the back of his mind ever since.

Dean didn't answer but he didn't break eye contact from Sam. Even though Dean didn't express it, you can feel him fuming. The brothers having a silent stare down. Dominic bit his lip to keep it from quivering as he stepped closer to Dean. He was getting scared they were going to begin to really argue and fight. Suddenly, Dean plucked Dominic up in his arms, and turned towards the exit.

He slammed the door open as he walked away with the little boy. Dominic looked over Dean's shoulder as Sam followed and continued, "The weapon training and melting the silver into bullets? Man, Dean, we were raised like warriors and you're doing the same damn thing to him! This isn't the life you should be giving him! He's a kid!"

Dean walked up to his black Chevy Impala and opened the back door. He set Dominic into the back seat. He whirled around to Sam and demanded, "So, what are you gonna do then? Huh? You're gonna take him from me? Is that what you're saying? Live some normal apple pie life?" He forcefully shut the car door, and pushed past Sam and went to the trunk.

Dominic flinched. He just sat there with his eyes welling up. The only thing that really stuck in his mind was Dean asking Sam if he wanted to take him away. He loves Sam but he didn't want to go. He wants to stay with Dean. He heart began to pound in his little chest. With the car door closed, he couldn't hear their conversation anymore. He looked over his shoulder and out the rear window to see them still talking.

Dominic slowly turned back forward as he closed his eyes. He pulled his knees up to his chest, and hugging them closely. His breathing picked up. Before he could get any worse, Dominic began to quietly mumble, “Hey Jude, don’t be afraid…”

Immediately being able to soothe himself. Ever since he was a baby, Dean would always play or sometimes even sing this song for him when he was feeling scared, sad or anything. Dean told him that his mom would sing it to him too when he was feeling like how he was.

The car door clicked open. Dean's expression dropped seeing how his brother was; huddled up and crying. "Hey! Dom, you okay?" Dean asked. He crouched down in front of him, as he gently placed a hand on his back, clearly worried for his little brother.

Dominic gasped and popped his head up. He stared at Dean trying to force himself to stop crying, and wiping away tears. However, the tears refused to go away spilling down his cheeks. Seeing his brother, Dominic burst into tears. He threw himself onto his brother, hugging his neck as Dean held him.

"I don't— I don't wanna go with Sam!" He cried. "I wanna stay with you! Please, Dean!"

Dean exhaled softly. He turned around to sit in the backseat of the car as he sat Dominic in his lap, still hugging the little boy back.

"It's okay, Dominic. You're not going. I promise." Dean consoled. "I'm sorry I said that, I shouldn't have. I didn't mean to scare you."

Dom pulled back. He wiped his eyes and sniffled, "I'm... not?"

"No, of course not. I would never let anyone take you from me. Soooo... Looks like you're stuck with me. Forever. And ever. And ever. And ever. And ever! Do you need me to keep going?" Dean said with a shrug and playful grin.

Dominic giggled. Feeling a lot better, he hugged him again, and said, "I like being stuck with you."

Dean chuckled, returning the embrace and replied, "Thanks... I like being stuck with you too."

Sam came from his apartment after gathering his things to come with them for a few days. He stopped behind the car as he heard their conversation from the within Dean's Impala because he left the door open. Sam now felt bad about earlier. Even though he didn't agree with teaching Dominic everything at such a young age, he still felt bad even doubting Dean's parenting skills for their little brother. He took a deep breath and then cleared his throat. His two brothers popped their heads out from the car. Dominic saw Sam's bags and his eyes lit up.

"Are you coming with us?!" He gasped. When Sam confirmed it, the little boy hopped out of the car and ran up to Sam, embracing his leg excitedly.

After the Winchester brother's hunting journey together to Jericho, California, they were finally driving out of the town. It was dark but Sam was looking over a map with a flashlight, trying to figure out where their dad could be. The smooth, dark car ride making the little boys eyes begin to roll and his head bob up and down.

"You did great helping us today. So, get some sleep, Dom. Okay?" Dean said, making quick eye contact with him through the review mirror.

Dominic slowly nodded. He was so tired, he wasn't going to bother arguing. He leaned his head back on the headrest and he immediately passed out.

While their youngest brother was asleep, Sam finally figured out their dad was is in a place called Blackwater Ridge. Despite their journey together, Sam still expressed his feelings of still going back home to make his interview.

"Yeah... Okay. I'll take you home." Dean said.

Dominic was startled awake by the car door slamming shut. He saw Dean running around the car, and towards Sam's apartment.

He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes before Dominic quickly unbuckled his seatbelt and crawled over to the left side of the car. Through the backseat window, he saw Sam's apartment was up in flames. His first thought being Sam and Jess.

The little boy opened the car door, and hopped out of the car. He screamed, "Sam! Dean!" He was heading right for the front door despite the flames engulfing the apartment.

Unfortunately, Dominic felt arms grab him and hold him back, "No! You can't go in there!" A woman's voice said.

He looked back at the stranger, and then back towards the building, "My— My brothers are in there! Let me go!"

He felt a huge sense of relief when Dean emerged from the front door, dragging Sam along who was shouting and thrashing around. Dean tripped on the lawn, and the two brothers fell to the floor.

Dominic squirmed out of the stranger's arms and ran up to his brothers. He dropped down next to Dean, and then looked up at the apartment building as it was finally swallowed up by the fire. The little boy looked at Sam. He was just sitting there in shock.

Dominic's eyes welled up as he turned towards Dean. He whispered, "Is Jess...?"

Dean gently nodded.

Jess was so nice to Dominic. He felt so bad for Sam. He looked over his shoulder when loud sirens and flashing lights from the first responders came to a screeching halt behind them in the street. Sam was really quiet the whole time the paramedics checked on Dean and him because they were in the burning house.

Once finished, Sam stormed off towards Dean car. The two other brothers followed after Sam as he opened the trunk of Dean's Impala and started rummaging through his hunting weapons. He stepped back from the trunk, and looked towards his brothers.

Angry tears in his eyes as he slammed the trunk closed, Sam grumbled, "We got work to do."

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Things They Could’ve Done Differently in Doctor Strange: Multiverse of Madness

A list of ideas, in no particular order

*SPOILERS FOR MULTIVERSE OF MADNESS*

1. Give Benedict Cumberbatch a Monologue to Act with (bonus points if it’s about the million bad endings he had to sort through to find the Endgame option): Instead of a short convo in the benches, have the doctor who got dusted come up to Stephen at the afterparty of the wedding. In fact, have several people ask for his autograph or talk to him like he’s a celebrity beforehand, casually questioning him about the biggest call he made with the fate of the universe. When the past colleague questions the validity of his choice, maybe Stephen gets fed up, and the conversation goes something like this:

Doctor Colleague: What if you’d done [ ] before― Stephen: Nope, wouldn’t have worked, [ ] and [ ] goes off too soon, shit gets blown up, everyone dies, try again― Doctor Colleague: Then what if you’d [ ]― Stephen: Again, no, [ ] and [ ] means [ ], everyone dies! Doctor Colleague: But what if― Stephen: No, no, it doesn’t work! I looked through a million other choices we could’ve made, and we lost every single time. You think I made that call based on, what, personal preference? I saw the universe die more times than you can fathom, I saw galaxies crumble, why does everyone think― My opinion had no sway in the decision I made. I made the only choice I was supposed to. (etc.)

2. Show at least one way Stephen’s disability impacts his daily life: Maybe his hands shake too much to steadily hold a glass. Maybe he can’t get a key in the lock at the first try. It’s either his hands or his magic, and Stephen chose magic. Show us the consequences.

3. I feel like the scariest villain should’ve been an Alternate Strange: We can keep the creepy chase scenes and all the emotional scenes with Wanda, Elizabeth Olsen’s performance was phenomenal and I love her. But everyone was talking about how Stephen has the potential for great evil. I feel like we should’ve gotten payoff on that.

4. At least One Alternate Christine should die in front of Stephen: I loved what they did in What If (tv series), we should’ve gotten to see Stephen’s grief on live-action too. Especially since it creates a direct parallel between him and Wanda. (They each only have the one love interest over countless timelines, yet they still can’t hold onto them, huh. Cruel fate.)

5. Elaborate on the Scarlet Witch Prophecy Thing: We needed a set-up of the prophecy in the movie before the actual reveal of the temple.

6. Wanda destroys the Big Bad Strange’s universe (fulfilling the Prophecy―no one said anything about which universe) and seals the both of them in eternal combat: This feels like a better idea than what happened in the movie. Also it’s a cool parallel with an Alternate Stephen from the What If series.

7. More dreams about Alternate Stephens Fucking Up: Stephen should’ve just been constantly dreaming about instances where he makes the wrong choice and destroys the world. Drill it into his head that if he strays from the path, the world is done for.

8. Let Stephen complain about how apparently the only path for him is the straight and narrow one: If divergence from the Path guarantees certain destruction of the world by his own hand, how much freedom does he truly have? Show us what’s so special about this superhero who sees everything that could go wrong with him every night he dreams, then wakes up to not do those things. He’s tempted, he’s afraid, and he Chooses not to do wrong.

9. Put more focus on Stephen giving Wanda a Second Chance: If he fucks up, it spells the end of universes, so he Can’t fuck up; he has that pressure on him. But Wanda’s fuck-ups don’t automatically destroy universes. Wanda’s fuck-ups can be recovered from. Let Stephen give Wanda what he will never be able to have across so many thousands of timelines: a second chance after a grief-stricken fuck-up. Trust her to help him fight the Big Bad Evil Strange.

10. Let Stephen snark and whine about his difficult life and still unfailingly do the Right Thing: We must remember that he is a smartass. Maybe he still gets jealous of practicing surgeons. Maybe he gives life-saving advice to doctors of alternate dimensions who are trying to save an Alternate Christine, whilst wishing he could do the operation himself. Let him complain about how everyone is hounding him about Turning Evil all the time. He rolls with the punches, accepts the madness that his life has become and the hard choices that are asked of him, but he can still complain about them all the way.

(I’m just choosing to focus on the two main characters here. I think a lot of the side characters deserved to be written better, but elaborating on that would make this post really long.)

TL;DR: Stephen and Wanda are characters with so much potential. They’ve got backstory, they’re morally complex, they’re uber-powerful and nigh impossible to keep in check. The only one that can stop them is themselves, apparently. Isn’t that interesting? Morality, power, corruption, accountability, grief, and sacrifice. When you’re faced with the physical manifestation of your choices, right or wrong, how do you grapple with the consequences?

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