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My new, up-and-coming CYOA novel. Super stoked!

Mae-Mae's first interactive novel is in the works! <3

To start, magic has always been a disease. At first, it was only the unlucky who bore its terminal affliction, gaining power unimaginable before succumbing to its deadly effects. But then, in its unpredictability, it mutated, infecting all forms of life through altered fungi. The disease became a contagious infection that changed everything. If you were bitten, you changed. If you breathed in the altered spores, you changed. Magic was no longer a death sentence, but something much worse.

Disease Eradication and Understanding Syndicate, otherwise known as DEUS, is the heart of the remaining cities of the world. When governments fell, when the world dissolved into chaos, DEUS stepped up to create order. They promised to search for a cure, and so they do, but the cost is high in world where humanity is low.

YOU are a creation of DEUS. A homunculi. A genetically-engineered weapon for humanity, able to wield magic without an untimely demise, able to be their bloodhound to hunt outside the protective walls of the cities for those who are naturally immune, able to fight the Shimmers that would see you dead, because you, yourself, may be immune, not because of evolution, but creation. Not in the way needed. You are disposable. You are property.

DEUS lies. This, you know. They tell the world you are not capable of emotion. You are just a weapon. But you know better. They know better.

You never questioned what DEUS did behind closed pin-locked doors, but when you do… You’ll show them just how human you can be, or maybe you’ll show them how human they are in the face of the monster you’ll become.

Features: Customization options such as: Name Gender (NB, Trans options included) Hair (length, texture, style, color) Eye Color Skin Color + Ample opportunities to shape your personality!

Relationships:

Platonic and Romantic Possibilities + choose their gender! (More to be added! I’ve been playing with the possibility of having a couple more ROs designed by people who are interested!) ~~

Andy / Andrea

Appearance:

Hair: Dark, black

(Male) short on the sides, longer on top and sloppily styled.

(Female) Short, choppy, pixie with several strands flipping out and short bangs.

Skin Color: lightly tanned with freckles on the nose and shoulders

Eye Color: Baby Blue (The color of his/her magic)

Facial Features: Straight nose, plush pink lips, dimples, a sharp/soft jawline. A boyish/girlish smile.

Personality: Cocky, Reckless, Short Fuse, Charming, Protective, Loyal

Notes: Like you, Andy/Andrea is a homunculi. They have been your first and only friend of the group you work with, everyone else to fearful or jealous of the magic you wield.

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Nick /Nicole “Nicki” Parish                                                   

Hair: Dark-brown

(Male) Short with wavy bangs pushed back.

(Female) a short, French-style bob wavy with short, baby bangs

Eyes: Rich, dark-brown with dark brows in a thick arch

 Skin Color: Light, peachy skin

Facial Features: Diamond face, with two beauty marks one atop the other above his right eyebrow.

Personality: Closed-off, Reliable, Assertive, Cautious, Leader

Notes: Unlike you, they are human of the natural, non-magic variety. Nick/Nicole is a no-nonsense, hardened survivor, recently adapting the role of leader after a loss.

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Felix / Trixie

Hair: Candy-pink curls

(Male) short and stuffed under a beanie

(Female) In two puffs with a strand laying loose on her forehead

Eye Color: Golden, whiskey

Skin Color: Dark, coco skin

Facial Features: a button nose, full lips always quirked in a mischievous smirk, and a small gap in their front teeth.

Personality: playful, teasing, sarcastic, soft-hearted, confident yet easily flustered Notes: Felix/Trixie is a survivor in Nick/Nicole’s group, like many, they were born into the apocalypse, unlike most however, they have a natural immunity to the Shimmer, and even more importantly, they are able to wield magic naturally without consequence.

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go whiteboy go

you sent me this literally while i was eating a mustard sandwich (sandwich that has nothing but mustard) so i feel like you knew somehow

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5 Signs You Treat Your Reader Like an Idiot

(1) Overusing Adverbs

For Example: “Get out, Michael. I swear to God, get out before I try to kill you. I wasted two years of my life on your pathetic cheating ass. Get out!” Tara yelled angrily.

Adverbs are, more often than not, useless additions to your writing. Looking to the example above, adding “angrily” to the end of the line tells the reader nothing new. The reader knew Tara was angry, because Tara is clearly yelling at Michael. The dialogue alone is enough to portray this, and I’m sure with the full scene, the reader doesn’t need any extra help. Adverbs clutter up your writing and weaken your writing. Trust the reader to catch on without the adverb.

(2) “As if” Phrases

For Example: Mrs. Winters lingered over Bryan, her stern face glaring down at him, as if daring him to speak out again.

You don’t need to explain why characters are doing what they do. “As if” phrases are explanations we don’t need. Your writing needs to be strong enough to portray that Mrs. Winters wants Bryan to shut up.

(3) Exposition in Dialogue  

For Example: “Hello, Bridget, my ex-girlfriend who cheated on me with Brad”.

I wrote a whole post on this last week, because exposition in dialogue is absolutely terrible, but I will say it again. Using dialogue to explain things is usually just lazy writing. Dialogue needs to sound the way that people actually talk. Keep in mind that the characters know more than they say, and rarely need to explain it.

(4) Lazy Research

For Example: The curtains opened and Jared lifted the wand. With a wave, he instructed the winds start playing. The hall filled with the melody of flutes, clarinets and trumpets.

To the untrained eye, Jared is a decent conductor, and is doing a fine job leading the orchestra. To a musician, this scene would come off as weird. The stick a conductor uses is a baton, not a wand. Trumpets are not wind instruments. These details aren’t enough to completely ruin a story, but if you have a character interested, you need to do research. Know what you’re talking about. Using the right words, terms that are only used within the community (for this example, words like staccato or laccato tell musicians how to play a note).  If you have a character who is a musician, learn about music. If you have a character who does ballet, learn what a pliée is, and what an arabesque is. Don’t assume your readers won’t notice if you mess up on small details. The small details matter.

(5) One Dimensional Characters

No matter how minor a character is, it is your job to make them matter. Every character should have some sort of story. It might go untold, but characters need to be people in the universe you created, not plot devices there to guide your main character to what they need to do. This is especially true when writing women. Many female characters are written with the purpose of being a love interest to your main character, and they deserve more than that. 

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Writing-tips for Avvar-characters: How to curse

I’m going with the widely accepted fanon-opinion, that the Avvar are inspired by the old Norse tribal clans/vikings. So I will give you some ways to swear in old Norse, in case your Avvar-character has the need for a good ole curse.

“Meyla krafla mikli thur syr” ►►  “child born of a long dead sow”

“Swina bqllr!”  ►►  “pig penises”

“Hon varr Draconian, gamla vis Hruga uskit'r.” ►► “I am a Draconian and thou art less than a heap of sh*t.”

“Gamla lombungr, sugandi toti tik madr.” ►► “Thou art morons, sucking at the teat of your bitch dog mother.“

"Mikill Hakkon! Doni langaspjot viti!” ►► “Praise Hakkon! They’re downwind of us!“

“Kringlaugd wierd, ein spadi for qvoki ne skeifr drpr munni ne svinhqfdi!” ►► “ Gaze upon thy destiny, with this sword I will cleave your lying maggot mouth from your swine head!“

In any case, all you need is some words in Old Norse and then get creative. Here’s some solitary words, you can make your own curses with:

alicarl ►► fat churl, fatso

bacraut ►► asshole

baulufotr ►► cow foot

beiskaldi ►► gripe, bitch

blatqnn ►► black tooth

blot ►► heathen

bqllr ►► ball, glans penis

braudnefr ►► breadnose

brusi ►► he-goat

burlufotr ►► clumsy foot

daufi ►► deaf-mute, stupid

dofni ►► dopey

dragi ►► slowpoke

fretr ►► fart

galti ►► boar (wild)

gargan ►► snake

gaugbrojotr ►► grave robber

gellir ►► yeller, screamer

gleidr ►► bowlegged

griss ►► piglet

haensa ►► chicken

halftroll ►► halftroll

hauknefr ►► hawknose

hausakljufrs ►► kull cleaver

hladhqnd ►► clean hand

shqfdi ►► head

hrafnasueltir ►► raven starver (coward)

hrodi ►► snot

huglausi ►► cowardly

illskaelda ►► plagarizer

inoborna ►► unborn

istrumagi ►► fat gut

kamphundr ►► carrion eater

kerling ►► old hag

kuensami ►► skirt chaser

ledrhals ►► leather neck

lodinkinni ►► shaggy hair

lqngubak ►► fishbelly

matarilli ►► food stingy

meinfretr ►► stinkfart

merr ►► mare

meyla ►► little girl

miklimunnr ►► big, loud mouth

mjonefr ►► stingy, thin nose

murtr ►► a small fish

musa ►► mouse

oflati ►► dandy, gaudy person

ormstunga ►► serpent tongue

oskilgetinn ►► born out of wedlock (bastard)

qlfuss ►► drunkard

rella ►► gripe

sipill ►► potlicker

skirja ►► young cow

skreyja ►► incompetent

slefja ►► dribbler

tik ►► a female dog

tunga ►► tongue

vifill ►► beetle

vitskertr ►► shortwit

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Masterlist

The Outsiders

Dallas Winston

Baby Come Home

 Chapter 1 - Enough

Chapter 2 - A Plan

Chapter 3 - Movies with Pony

Chapter 4 - Everything’s Alright

Marry Me?

I’m Pregnant

9 & 15. Was she Worth it? She don’t mean nothin to me

17 & 21 You really gotta wear that?, Touch her again and they’ll be puttin me in handcuffs in about thirty seconds

33,34,50 - Why’d you have to go and mess everything up?, I love you, what else is there?, This isnt working anymore.

22 & 24 Make me. You’re such a tease

6 & 29 I don’t want you hangin down there no more. I’m still in love with you

38 & 46 I’m lost without you. Come here and kiss me

8 & 50 you have the most beautiful smile. I love you what else is there?

Choosing Him

It’s Always Been You

Chapter 1 - Guys, Meet y/n

Chapter 2 - Let’s Go Have Some Fun

Sodapop Curtis

The New Girl in Town

Chapter 1: Sodapop? Is that really your name?

Chapter 2: A motel room is always better y/n

 Chapter 3: Greasers really are the best company

Chapter 4: How’d you get so talented Mr. Curtis?

Chapter 5: You look really really good in my clothes

Marry Me?

I’m Pregnant

Ponyboy Curtis

I’m Pregnant

Marry Me?

Darry Curtis

I’m Pregnant

19. Choose. Him or me.

Marry Me?

All or Nothing

Chapter 1: I came here to pick up an idiot

Steve Randle

I’m Pregnant

Marry Me?

Two-Bit Mathews

I’m Pregnant

Marry Me?

44 & 46 How long has this been going on? Come here and kiss me 

Johnny Cade

Marry Me?

I’m Pregnant

The Gang

Going to the beach -HC

Curly Shepard - Requested 21,30,36 Touch her and they’ll be putting me in handcuffs in about 30 seconds, Say it again, Suprise me. *Smut*

HC- They love you

Curly Shepard - Requested 20 & 29 I don’t want you hangin out down there, you’re worth fighting for

Dylan O’Brien

You’re the One

Chapter 1 - Show some skin, ask the guy to dance, buy him the drink

Chapter 2 - Stay Gold

Chapter 3 - A Paint Brush 

Chapter 4 - I Can Kind of See Through Your Shirt

Chapter 5 - A Baseball

Chapter 6: I’m Going to Hell

Chapter 7: Chinese Food, Beer and Friends

Chapter 8: The Truth

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Imagine being Samandriel’s mate and confronting Castiel

Author: The Headless Writer

Dean groaned, running his hands down his face. “Doctor says it’s break time,” He says, kicking Sam’s foot from beneath the table. Forcefully shoving himself away from the wooden table, Dean stands stretching his limbs before strolling to the refrigerator and grabbing himself a beer.

Sam groans, “Dean, we don’t have time for a break. People are dying.”

Dean rolls his eyes, “Yeah, well, you’re not gonna be saving anyone if you’re falling asleep on the job. Drink some of your rabbit juice and rest up.”

Opening his mouth the argue, Sam is cut off by the sound of flapping wings. Craning his head to see behind him, he’s met by a very fidgety Castiel.

Apparently picking up on Cas’s discomfort, Dean pipes up, “Cas, you all right?”

Castiel shrugs, attempting to casually scope out the room though it’s blatantly obvious he’s expecting someone to materialize.

Catching on quickly, Sam reaches for his angel blade, Dean doing the same.

“Cas, talk to me, what’s going on? Why do you look like you just robbed a bank wearing a T-shirt with your face on it?” Dean asks, slowly approaching.

Castiel shifts from foot to foot before opening his mouth, “I’m being followed.”

Dean’s eyebrows raise, “By who?”

“By –“ before Castiel can finish, a loud banging resonates throughout the bunker.

Sam jumps to his feet as Dean slowly makes his way to the front door.

“Dean, maybe we shouldn’t –“

“Castiel!” A loud feminine voice rings out from behind the door.

Castiel flinches as if the sound of his own name pains him.

“Face me, coward!” The voice bellows out.

“I’m gonna take a wild guess and say this isn’t a crazy ex-girlfriend?” Dean says, his hand barely grasping the doorknob.

Castiel’s shoulders droop, head dropping forward. “She is right. I must face her sooner or later. Dean, please, open the door.”

Though reluctantly, Dean complies, opening the metal door. Standing outside, drenched in the rain is a young woman with long (h/c) hair tousled and looking more like a home for birds than actual hair, her (e/c) orbs are trained solely on Castiel with a glare that, if possible, would smite him on the spot.

“Brother,” she hisses. “We have much to discuss.”

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“Saman-“

Huh? What is this?

“Samandri-“

Who is that? Wh-where am I?

“Samandriel, w-“

Help me! Please! Somebody –

“Samandriel, wake up!”

Shooting up, Samandriel gasps taking in as much air as possible. His throat burns as he gapes like a fish out of water. After the initial shock, confusion takes over. Where is he? How did he get here?

“I saved you,” a smooth monotonous voice answers his unvoiced questions.

His head snaps his head to the side, dark blue orbs meeting blank (e/c). Confused, afraid, he tries to ignore the stabbing in his abdomen. Without blinking, the enchanting woman at his side disappears, reappearing a moment later with a brown bag. She holds it out in front of her, waiting for him to take it.

“You’re hungry,” she states matter-of-factly.

Samandriel slowly shakes his head, “No, I can’t be. I’m an –“

Her eyes lower, her hand clenching on the bag. “I’m sorry, Samandriel. I needed your grace to save us both. I was unable to salvage it.” She pauses before opening her mouth once again. “You’re human.”

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Bomb goes off in Target women’s bathroom

A small bomb went off inside the women’s restroom of an Evanston, Illinois, Target on Wednesday afternoon around 4 p.m., local affiliate WGN TV reported. The bomb didn’t hurt anyone and caused only minor damage. Police are investigating — but the timing of this can’t be ignored.

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Dad Tweets (via imgur)

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Bad Apple / Part Two (FINALLY)

Author: Headless Writer A/N: I’m sorry this is so long overdue. There’s been a lot of BS goin’ on. I’m back with shitty Wi-Fi, so I apologize for any mistakes as I’ll be writing and uploading this from my phone instead of my laptop. 1202 words Warnings: hateful slurs against ‘police’, cursing, mentions of auto-theft, mentions of drugs (pot)… no others that I can think off. ______________________________________________________________________________ The silence in the room was deafening as Laura waited for Dean to speak. Sensing he wasn’t going to do that anytime soon, she broke the silence. “I wanted to tell you. I tried,” Laura emphasized the word “tried” with a sharp glare. “You never once answered the phone or returned my calls.” Dean ran his hand over his face as he always did when he was stressed. “How long?” Dean paused. “How long did you call before you gave up?” Laura paused, mouth agape as she started wide-eyed at him. He was accusing her of being the one at fault. Her mouth snapped shut and her glare returned. "I called you every day for three months while I was pregnant with (Y/N). I left voicemails, I tried calling people who might know where the hell you were. You were the one who fell off the face of the Earth so don’t you dare look at me like I’m the bad guy!” Sam stood up from his place on the couch. “Mrs. Herz, could I speak to my partner alone for a moment?” Sam pleaded. Laura turned her attention to Sam. His puppy eyes winning her over rather quickly. “Of course. I need to step out for some air, anyway.” Once Laura had left the room and stepped outside, Sam let out a loud groan. "Really, Dean? A kid? Didn’t dad ever tell you to use protection?” "Jesus, Sam, I was a hormonal teenager; sue me,” Dean snapped. "Well, your uncontrollable hormones could very well have cost this girl her life! This demon, whatever it wants, has to do with her.” "So we gank the sonovabitch,” Dean replied, as if the answer were that simple. Sam gawked at him, chuckling in disbelief. “And then what? (Y/N) gets arrested for something she didn’t do? She’s just a kid. She –“ Sam was cut off by the front door slamming open, both he and Dean turned their attention to the two people walking towards them. Laura was obviously distressed and on the brink of tears as she tried to desperately to examine the cuts and bruises that littered the face of the teen girl who resisted. Sam nudged Dean’s arm, but it was no use. Dean stared at the approaching girl, completely in awe that he had created this living being. So entranced in his thoughts, he didn’t notice that she had stopped in her place – her green eyes locked onto his own matching set. Dean continued to stare, swallowing hard as she shifted her attention to Sam who’d pulled out his FBI badge. Her eyes, now wild with fear and anger, flitted between the two of them. Their intensity snapping Dean from his reverie. Dean cleared his throat, and attempted to sound professional. “If we could just ask you a few questions, we’ll be on our way.” His voice practically dripped with uncertainty. "Go to Hell, you pig. I didn’t do anything!” (Y/N) spat. Laura immediately jumped to their aid, attempting to persuade (Y/N) to just answer a few of the questions they had. After much talking and a lot of cursing from (Y/N), she agreed. The awkward silence had returned as (Y/N) sat in front of them with her arms crossed her chest and a scowl on her face. Sam cleared his throat, “Are you sure you don’t want your mother here with you? If you’re more comfortable –“ "I’m not a kid!” (Y/N) snapped. She opened and closed her mouth before she spoke again, quietly. “I don’t want my mom to see me getting arrested, again.” Dean leaned forward, clasping his hands together, trying to appear relaxed. “You’ve been arrested before?” He asked. " I was high with some friends and we decided to go for a joyride with some rich-kid, Seth, figured maybe he could score us some more pot. He pulls up in this nice car, a 1967 Cadillac Eldorado.” Dean let out a low whistle. “That’s a nice car,” Dean says with approval. "Y/N) looks away from the spot on the wall she’d been so fixated on to meet his eyes. She smiles slightly. “It was hella cool.” The smile drops and she sighs, kicking at the carpet. “But as it turns out, the car was stolen. The bastard pinned the whole thing on me and because he was the son of the hotshot car salesman who owned the damn car, everyone believed him,” (Y/N) kicked her feet up onto the coffee table. "Dick,” Dean murmured. Only when (Y/N) snorted did he realize he’d spoken louder than he thought. "Never heard a pig cuss before. Shouldn’t you be more professional? Ya know, since you’re the FBI and shit; the big leagues.” Dean could feel the unimpressed look Sam was sending him. He let out a fake laugh, “Yeah, normally we are. It’s just been an off-day.” Sam butted in, “If you don’t mind, (Y/N), could you give me your account of what happened the night you found Melanie?” (Y/N)’s demeanor shifted drastically. “Her name is Mallory. If you’re going to question me about my friend, at least get her fucking name right,” she snarled. Sam’s cheeks heated up as he realized his mistake. Dean, noticing, his brother’s embarrassment quickly jumped in. "Like I said, it’s been a rough day. According to –“ He didn’t get the chance to finish. "Rough day? My mother’s house has been spray-painted, egged, and almost set on fire and you’re having a shitty day? What, did you forget to stop by the fucking donut shop on your way over here, or maybe you didn’t have any coffee to dip your crème-filled diabetes in, is that it? Fuck. You.” (Y/N) was out of the room and up the stairs before they could interject. Despite the situation, Sam laughed to himself. “She’s definitely your kid.” Dean snapped his head to look at him. "And just what the hell do you mean by that, Sammy?” Sam began counting off his fingers. “She likes cars, she’s irrationally tempered, she says ‘fuck you’ a lot, she –“ "Alright, alright! I get it,” Dean growled, smacking Sam’s hand away. "We’ll have to come back tomorrow. Talk to her after school,” Sam suggested, rising from the sofa and heading towards the door. Dean followed, pausing as he passed the stairs. A small smile worked its way onto his lips as he realized just how similar they were, but it quickly faltered. He continued towards the door, eyes on the ground. He could only hope that she would turn out better than he did. That she wouldn’t lose ehrself in this hellish ordeal she was trapped in, and God forbid she somehow find her way into the hunting life. If only he had known what was ahead of them both.

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“Makeup is false advertising!”

Oh that’s funny. Because I’m not a product. And I’m not trying to sell myself to you.

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bad apple is amazing! can't wait for next part! keep up the good work, you're awesome :)

Thank you! I plan to upload soon, but school will make things a bit hectic. :3

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Bad Apple / PART ONE

Author: Headless Writer

A/N: The reader has green eyes because Dean does. (u/h/c) = unnatural hair color – ex. blue, pink, purple, etc. Also, I apologize for the cheesiness and the ‘dun dun dunnnn’ moment. Dean likes Soap Operas, though, so I guess it’s alright.

Warnings: Smoking (she’s 18), lots of language, rebellious behavior (?), Mentions of drug-use (pot) and underage drinking, angst - I can’t think of any more.

Summary: (Y/n) is a rebellious teenager – tattoos, hair dye, and ripped jeans included – who, after discovering the corpse of a fellow classmate and missing person Mallory Brown, is accused of murder.

TFW stumble into her life in search of a notorious demon who’s managed to elude even Crowley and get much more than they bargained for when Dean is reunited with an old ‘friend’.

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Dean bobbed his head to music blaring through the impala’s speakers, Sam, on the other hand, dutifully watched for the (L/n) house and prayed his hearing wouldn’t be negatively effected by his brother’s need for unnecessarily loud music. He watched house after house roll by before he saw it; it would’ve been hard to miss if not for the words ‘Witch’ and ‘Murderer’ scrawled in red spray paint across the light blue paneling.

“Kids are assholes,” Dean mumbled as he parked the impala on the curb.

Sam nodded, his brows scrunched in sympathy for the poor family. He checked he pockets of his suit jacket making sure everything was in place before stepping out of the car, Dean doing the same. They both walked with confidence to the front door, fake FBI badges already out and ready to be shown. Sam raised his fist and rapped on the door, careful to avoid the egg stains spotting the wood.

The footsteps on the other side of door were deliberately slow and the door opened partially, enough for a brown orb that shown with hesitance to peek out.

“Yes?” The voice was feminine and wavered slightly.

Sam smiled reassuringly showing his badge, “I’m Agent Stark and this is my partner, Agent Rogers. We’re with the FBI. If you don’t mind, we’d like to ask you a few questions.”

Though Sam’s introduction was warm and kind, the woman’s eye was trained on the eldest Winchester and wide with shock.

“Dean?” The door opened the rest of the way exposing the woman behind it; and though moments before her voice had seemed frail, the fire behind her eyes gave both brother’s pause.

“Uh, do I know you?” Dean asked, eyeing the woman up and down.

This question seemed to infuriate her more judging by the scorching glare she was sending.

Sam jumped in, ready to pacify the situation, “Uh, look if my br-partner has done something wrong, I sincerely apologize.”

The woman’s brown eyes narrowed and she shifted her glare to Sam. “It’s more like what he didn’t do - like pick up the phone.”

Dean’s eyes widened comically, “Laura?” Dean groaned, lowering his head and muttering curses under his breath. “I knew this place looked familiar.”

Laura glanced to the side, taking notice of the neighbor peeking at them through the blinds. She stepped back, ushering them inside with the wave of a hand.

“Thank you,” Sam smiled. Meanwhile, Dean tried to stand as far away as possible.

After they’d been lead to the living area and offered drinks, Laura took her place on a chair in front of them.

“Why are you here, Dean?” She demanded, now being the one who avoided eye contact.

Sam saved Dean from incoherently babbling nonsense.“My partner and I are investigating a series of deaths and disappearances in the area. Your daughter, (Y/n), was mentioned in the reports and we just –“

“You think she did it.” Laura’s demeanor shifted from stiff to defeated. Her eyes shot up to meet Sam’s, pleading with him. “(Y/n) didn’t kill anybody.”

“I believe you,” Sam reassured. “Do you have a picture of (Y/n)?”

Laura nodded, pulling a nearby picture off of a small desk. She handed the photograph to them, carefully cradling it in her hands as if it were a lifeline.

Sam and Dean observed the photograph that captured two people, one was Laura and the other clearly (Y/n). (Y/n) had the smallest of smiles on her lips as her mother wound an arm around her shoulders. She was dressed casually, wearing a white, open-side tank-top that exposed the sleeve of tattoos on her right arm, with a black strapless bra underneath. Her hair was dyed a vibrant shade of (u/h/c) and covered by a dark-purple beanie. Her jade eyes stared back at them, and if the dark circles under her them were anything to go by, she’d been having trouble sleeping.

“Was this recent?” Sam asked, carefully returning the photo.

Laura nodded and smiled. “We took this on a mother-daughter’s day out a couple weeks ago.” Her smile faded. “She hasn’t smiled since.”

“Is there any way we could talk to (Y/n)?”

“No!” Laura all but shouted. She took a deep breath to calm herself before continuing with an unsteady tone. “No. That’s…no.”

Sam clasped his hands together. “Look, Mrs. Herz, we want to help you and (Y/n), but we need to find out what happened before we can do anything. Please, we need to speak to her.”

Laura lowered her head and gave a resigned sigh. “Then there’s something you should know – Dean should know.”

Dean rocketed up in his seat and nervously glanced at Sam, who met his eyes before redirecting his gaze back to Laura.

“Dean…(Y/n)… (Y/n) is your daughter.” 

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