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corn-fanfiction · 5 months

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Hiiii hii hi over here!! I loooved stitches!! They way you wrote Mark was perfect imo, capturing his sonewhat standoffish but human side. Awesome job!!

Can I request one where Mark is reader's best friends's dad?? AU or not but he's still an officer

Pretty please with a cherry on top? ♥

Okay we're fudging math a little with this one. We'll clock reader at 22 and Mark at...44. there, twice the age without making it too weird.

I really love this prompt and its challenge to dodge some cliches. And then roll around in some like a little piggy in the mud. Little pig boy comes from the dirt. Sorry I blacked out there for a second.

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Is It Justice? (Mark Hoffman x F!Reader)

Tags/warnings: older man/ younger woman, manic depressive disorder, moments of deep vulnerability, questionable choices, kissy kissy, mentions of death and grief, hurt/comfort

Rated: M (I think? I started to go cross eyed writing this)

Mark sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. Again. Again?

He knows he should be grateful it's you and not his son. But Sam would never, ever be caught in this compromising a position. But you had seemed to lack any sort of stern parenting in your life. His son had no shortage of that.

Okay, so he hadn't always been a perfect father, but he was a good cop. But tonight, as it had so many times before, the line became blurry. And a third role had begun to emerge, and it was bad enough that each time he had half a mind to pawn you off on someone else.

But it didn't feel right. No one would take responsibility for you, nobody would claim you. He may as well.

That's how he ends up in front of the holding cell at 3 in the morning. He's still dressed from work because he hadn't left the station yet. His son was (he prayed) still sleeping soundly in his apartment off Princeton's campus. The same could clearly not be said for you. You are in the same baggy clothes you're usual donning, dark circles decorated your undereyes. If he didn't know any better, he'd think you're on something hard.

Your eyes don't light up like he expects them to each time you're both in this situation. It's almost like a kin to dread, or pure exhaustion.

"If you're that inconvenienced, commit a crime closer to a different precinct," he mutters as the night shift cop slides the barred door open and you step through, just narrowly avoiding Mark's large frame and he follows behind you. At the booking station, Helen presents your possessions back to you.

"One cell phone, a wallet with a driver's license, library card, fortune ticket and father's credit card-we've already called- a pack of cigarettes and a Bic lighter."

You grab it all and shove it into the deep pockets of your jacket. Mark nods in gratitude at Helen and when you turn to the direction of the exit, Mark has a firm hand on your shoulder and he's steering you towards his office.

You've been in Mark's office a couple other times. Once, when you and Sam first moved in together and he wanted to introduce you to his father, and once for the first time you and the holding cell had become acquainted. The two other times you'd ended up at the police station, you'd been lucky enough to avoid this room again. But not this time.

You shake your head and slump in one of the chairs as Mark closes the door behind him. He sighs heavily and drops himself into his desk chair, and for a moment you both sit in your shared exhaustion.

"Does Sam know where you are?" His voice is groggy when he speaks. You pick at the chipped paint on your nails.

"Hope not. I left after he fell asleep. I don't like to make him worry when I leave."

Mark smirks humorlessly and stares at the ceiling tiles.

"How considerate."

"Just don't bail me out next time."

"Oh don't worry. I won't. There better not be a next time. But if there is, you'll get no help from me."

His eyes are staring sternly into your own now. You didn't have much to be proud of anymore, but you could always be proud of managing to hold Mark Hoffman's stare.

"I don't have a report. I'm tired. Can I go home?"

"You got money for a cab?"

"No."

"A subway pass?"

"I'll hop the guards."

"Like hell you will. Fine," he pushes himself up from his seat and throws on his jacket. "Come on. I'm driving you home."

You have half a mind to put up a useless fight but you're too tired, so instead you follow silently out to the parking lot and climb into the passenger side of Mark's car. He gets in and tightens his grip on the steering wheel.

"When was the last time you ate?"

You shrug. Mark curses under his breath and starts the car.

"Fine. Food first."

A half hour later, you and Head Detective Mark Hoffman are sitting outside a 24/7 bodega, devouring sandwiches and a couple of sodas. You don't even mind that the food isn't hot, you're just glad to have something on your stomach.

"Alright, so," Mark wipes his mouth and clasps his hands together. "Trespassing?"

"It didn't hurt anybody."

"Nobody but yourself."

"I'm fine."

"You know they've been exploding deeper into that quarry, right? What if you'd gone near some active explosive? Or tripped in the dark and fell 250 something feet?"

"Then Mom would have some company."

He fights the urge to grab you, only to shock the thoughts from your head. But he's too shocked.

Your mother disappeared seven months ago. Five months ago, she was found at the bottom of the quarry outside of town. Maybe it was murder, maybe it was accidental. Either way, there was a closed casket.

You almost feel guilty for the way you've stunned mark into silence, but the feeling passed quickly.

"How would your father feel if he knew that's where you were tonight?"

"He'd have to be sober enough to comprehend a single thought. My money's on the likelihood that he's in no such state."

"Fine. What about Sam?"

"I won't tell if you don't."

"Well, I've got half a mind to."

You chuckle and feel the tears prick at your eyes. "Heh. Right, just pawn me off on him. Great fathering techniques, Mark. Seriously. I'll not just become someone else's problem, but your son's. My best friend's. And soon he'll get fed up and drop me, too."

"Enough with the pity play."

"Why? It's all true. You don't give a shit so it's not like I could guilt you."

Mark crumples up his sandwich wrapper with ire and tosses it into a nearby bin. He straightens out his trousers and stands. Stares down at you. From here, you look like a stranger. Not a girl, not his son's roommate and best friend, not a woman on the verge of unravelling, but some other being that has attached itself onto his heart and follows him around like a curse.

He'd loved you for a while. He'd hated you for just as long. The way you drag yourself down, the way you endanger Sam along the way. But the way you smile and how you shine when you have your shit together- there were as many good memories as bad ones in the short span of time you'd known each other.

He can't decide who he's looking at and doesn't stop staring until you look up at him. He shakes his head, looks out onto the street, then offers a hand to help you up. You take it without hesitation and you both get back into the car.

"I really don't wanna take you back to the apartment."

"I don't wanna go back. To wake up Sam is bad enough the day before finals, but to do it with his dad in tow is not much better."

Mark grumbles. "Couch?"

You nod. "Couch."

You've done the couch routine one other time, and it wasn't any of the times you'd been arrested. This incident was midwinter, during one of your episodes where you decided to walk in the freezing snow with no direction. Sam had called Mark in a panic, Mark knew your routes well enough to find you quick. It was closer to go back to his place, and he made careful work of warming you up and assuring Sam that you were safe. After that, you and Mark formed a mutual understanding that the less Sam knew, the better.

Mark's apartment was that of the poster child for a bachelor. After Sam went off to Princeton, Mark and his wife had nothing keeping their tenuous marriage together so the divorce was quiet and amicable. Now, Mark works too much to seek any remedy to that.

All that being said, Mark keeps his place nice, and his leather couch beckons you immediately. You collapse onto it and you can hear Mark halt over you.

"You're gonna sleep in jeans?"

"I didn't pack my overnight bag," you mumble into the material. Mark sighs. Leaves the room, comes back, tosses a bundle of clothes on top of you. You sit up and unfold them. PPD sweatpants and a faded t-shirt.

"How scandalous," you mutter, too tired to censor your words.

"Be uncomfortable for all I care."

Mark busies himself with removing his tie and you stand and hobble to the bathroom to change. From the kitchen area he can hear you sniffle and cough, changing otherwise quietly before reentering the living room. His breath hitches when he sees you in his clothes. He can't remember the last time he saw you in something that actually fit but clothes always left plenty to the imagination. And Mark did imagine.

You rub your eyes and stumble to the kitchen sink, grabbing a coffee mug and filling it with water. He watches as your throat strains when you devour the water like you were born thirsty. You'd just had a soda, but of course you're dehydrated. You don't take care of yourself during your episodes. He knows it just kills Sam. He knows, because he feels the same way.

He can't understand why you and Sam never became an item, even for a brief time. He was proud to call Sam his son, the way he's smart and kind, and you're funny and intelligent when you decide to be, and beautiful. So beautiful. Whether you're made up and presentable or on his couch, in his clothes, looking like death.

He only realizes he's staring when he blinks and you're staring back from the sink.

"Mark?"

He squeezes his eyes shut and yawns. "Sorry. Tired. You know where everything is if you need it."

"Yeah," you say, but your voice is thicker than it should be. It's no mystery that Mark Hoffman is an attractive man. Gruff and grumpy and yet does everything in his power to take care of you. Sam does the same, but you're so scared of ruining him. You don't run that risk with Mark.

You can't ever pin down exactly what it is you like so much about him. Maybe it's his thick arms and large hands, or his dumb hair, or his asshole smirks and the way his praise and compliments light you up inside. How he talks to you like an equal, even in these times. Everyone walks on eggshells around you. He's a hardass. You love him for it.

Mark senses a shift and taps the counter decisively.

"Listen-"

"No," he shakes his head. "No, don't."

But you stand and he doesn't move.

"I'm not doing anything."

Except you are. You're moving towards him and he can't find the strength to move away.

"It's too late to do this-"

"Do what?" You ask in faux innocence. You're not the teasing type, but you're just desperate to know if he'll fess up or not. You already know you're screwed.

"You know."

You bite your lip and take a small satisfaction when the movement captures his eyes.

"Mark, no one sees me like you do."

"That's not true," he lies.

"It is, but it's okay."

You place your hands on his chest and he stops breathing. Doesn't move.

"So long as you know, I don't do it for attention. I've been this way before I ever met you or Sam."

"I know," he says breathlessly.

"Do you want to touch me?" You ask. He exhales and trembles. He's only thought about it shamefully in the dark of his bedroom or his office about a hundred times. To caress the sides of you that he suspects have gone untouched for too long. To hold you gently and yet assure you that no one else will be touching you for a long time.

He's quiet for too long. You take a hand and bring it under the shirt that swallows your torso, sliding his palm against your tummy. He exhales through his nose.

"I want you to touch me. And I want to touch you."

His hand burns onto your soft skin and you continue to move it up until his fingers grace the curve of your breast.

And just like that he yanks his hand back and stands, pushing away from you.

"Mark-"

"Go to sleep. Don't think about this anymore."

Easy enough for him to say. You both know that you'll go to your respective beds (well, bed and couch) and you'll be kept awake by the thought. But you don't argue. Only watch as he stalks down the hall and fights with himself, until he closes the bedroom door behind him. You sigh and lay down on the couch, grabbing a nearby throw blanket but deciding you're too hot for it right now.

And in his room, Mark paces the floor. He slowly removes one article of clothing after the other, ends up sitting on the edge of his bed in a shirt and boxers, fingers pressed to his lips, eyes glued to the door.

He's waiting for you. If you come knocking, he'll let you in. But he can't go to you. He can't. That would seal his fate.

But the thought of you so warm and ready for him, so inviting and strong willed...his resolve is wavering.

And it doesn't take fifteen minutes before he's walking back to the couch.

And you rise and meet him halfway, and there's only a moment's hesitation before his lips crash into yours and his hands are returning to where you'd placed them before. Mark will convince himself that you initiated the kiss. You'll let him have that lie. Whatever seals your fate together. Whatever keeps you both coming back together.

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adisillusionedauthor · 1 year

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If I Could ― Charles Leclerc x Reader

*GIF IS NOT MINE *

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Prompt: "You deserve someone who values you" Pairing: Charles Leclerc x GN!Reader Warning: Sad, cute, cheating, open ending, Charles being sweet, translated French, bad writing This may have a second part...

Word count: 878 words

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Just as the plane landed my phone rang, as I looked to see who it was, just as I finished reading the name: Sam, my oldest friend Charles took my phone and denied the call, I can still hear him with the girl he told me not to worry about, inside our little apartment in New York, in our bed, before I could stop myself I started crying again, it seems that all I do these days is cry, Charles is someone who was always there for me, but I can’t help but feel like a bother to him, I made him come from Monaco in the middle of the night just so he could go back to Monaco in the morning he must be so tired. I can’t help but remember that night, the night where I made the worst mistake of my life.

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A couple of months before...

Charles took me as his date to some ramdom party he was invited, as his best and oldest friend I couldn’t say no, as we entered the salon, Charles looked as handsome as ever in that dark simple suit, I was wearing something simple but still classy, as we entered and many journalists came to speak to me Charles put his hand on the small off my back and led me inside, as we entered I could feel many eyes on me, but one pair seemed to stand out to me, like it was trying to get my attention some how.

- Y/N here we are, the party will probably go until very late, but as soon as you want to go you tell me, and then we leave

When he said it something hit me, literally, someone hit on me and spilled their wine all over my clothes, thank God my clothes is not white, but the smell is definitely going to stay.

- Hey, watch it man, you don’t want someone as pretty as them felling uncomfortable for all the party.

Said Sam, who was on the other side of the salon came as quick as possible do defend me, back then i didn’t understand why, but after all this I can see that he was trying to get something out off me, when he said that you could see that Charles visibly got tense, he tensed his fist, like he was ready to punch Sam.

- I don’t know if you can tell, but they are with me, as a date.

This clearly made Sam back off a bit, but not at all, since he spend te rest of the party trying to get my number at every chance he couldn’t see that Charles, something he said stand out a lot to me

- If you’re here with Charles, he should definitly keep an eye on you. - He is not my boyfriend and he certanly can’t tell me who I can or can’t talk - So you can talk, ever since I started trying to get your number you’ve been ignoring me.

Maybe he should have taken the hint, and maybe I should have noticed that he wasnt a good guy, when he said that, but either way, we went on a couple of dates before we started dating, Charles clearly wasn’t happy, but he didn’t say anything.

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As Charles parked the car he noticed that I was thinking of somthing, but he didn’t ask , maybe he should have, maybe I should have told him either way, told him that I love him, maybe he can reciprocate my feelings that had been burried since long ago, what I didn’t know was that he was thinking the same thing, about how I may reciprocate his feelings.

When we entered the apartment, me with my mental baggage and Charles with my literal bags, we went into the guest bedroom, there I let myself breakdown and cry, there Charles took me into his arms and pulled e into the bed, there we cuddled until I fell asleep from the exaustion of everything that happened after a while he moved to go to his room, he thinks I was asleep but I was awake and I had to listen to everything, as he said how he loves me, more expecifically he said:

- You deserve someone who values you, and maybe, just maybe that could be me, and I hope that if I ever get the courage to tell you this when you’re awake, we can move forward, but more importantly I will fight for your love and make miself worthy of your love. Mon amour, j'espère que tu peux comprendre que je ne veux pas que tu m'attendes, mais je te demande d'être heureux pour moi, j'espère pouvoir te le dire quand tu seras éveillé, mais je suis un lâche, bon nuit ma chérie

After he said that he kissed my forehead and I could feel his tears that were falling from his beautiful eyes fall onto my face amd then he left i cried a bit more, because how could I be so stupid and think that he doesn’t love me, how could I be so stupid and let myself be with that cheater, maybe Charles is the right for me, but for now I want to focus on myself.

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saiacross · 8 months

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Bonds Unveiled

Supernatural FanFic : 10,611 Words : Series: Reader-Insert

Chapter 21: Confessions & Heat ⚠️ 18+ Smut w/ Sam⚠️

This Work is part of an overarching story that can be read as a one-shot with little overlapping information from other chapters.

⬅ Chapter 20: 2B or Not 2B Pt2 💜 Chapter 22: Bonds Forged ➡ Master List

Chapter 21: Confessions & Heat ⚠️ 18+ Smut w/ Sam⚠️ Y/N has finally returned to the Bunker where she is confronted by Dean who refuses to let her run off on a suicide mission. In the heat of an agreement Dean reveals not only his but also his brother's feelings for Y/N. In an attempt to clear her head Y/N makes way for a friends house but ends up stopping for a drink first. Finding herself in an odd predicament at the local bar; one in which she ends up calling the brothers to pick her up. Y/N continues to surprise the Winchesters.

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The bunker sat in silence, its underground chambers cloaked in stillness. Sitting at the table in the kitchen, Dean and Sam had finally received a call from Castiel, their emotions a whirlwind of anger and concern regarding the situation with Y/N.

Dean couldn't hold back his frustration any longer, venting his displeasure at Castiel for abruptly leaving with Y/N. However, beneath the anger, there was an unspoken understanding between them all. After Dean had voiced his irritation, Castiel was finally able to provide an update. His tone carried relief as he conveyed that Y/N had managed to expend her excess energy, stabilizing her condition. No one had been harmed during this, and they should be returning home soon.

Sam, still grappling with anxiety, inquired cautiously, "She isn't... she didn't overdo it, did she?" He stumbled over his words, struggling to find the right ones to express his concern.

Castiel assured him, "No, I don’t think so. She seems tired and is taking a moment to rest, but otherwise, she seems fine."

Dean chimed in with a quick, "Good, good," speaking before he could truly grasp what he wanted to say.

Castiel then hesitated, his voice growing heavy as he continued, "But there does seem to be one side effect, unfortunately." Both Sam and Dean leaned in, waiting for his revelation. Castiel continued, "With the return of her power, her hallucinations have also returned. And there seem to be more of them."

The brothers exchanged raised brows, and Sam asked, "More? What do you mean more?"

Castiel let out a sigh of distress. His voice dropped lower, indicating the seriousness of the situation. "She doesn't want me to tell you this, but her friends from her classes, and that little boy from the other day. She sees them now, along with others."

Sam closed his eyes, a wave of pain washing over his features. Castiel didn't pause, adding, "However, I don't think what she is seeing are just normal, mere hallucinations."

Dean contemplated Castiel's words, piecing things together. He asked, "You think she's been under a spell or something?"

Castiel explained further, "Her own spell, to be exact. The hallucinations vanished without her powers and now are back. It seemed that they eased up after she would feed. Kitsunes have the ability to create illusions as well as interact with dreams, right?"

Sam joined in, seeking clarity, "So you think Y/N is creating these hallucinations with her abilities?"

Castiel confirmed, "Yes. It is possible that she is unintentionally using her abilities to see the people who have died, and that she feels responsible for. That's why they are able to harm her."

Sam's sigh was heavy with sorrow as he processed the revelation. His voice trembled as he uttered, "She's punishing herself for their deaths and doesn't even realize it."

A profound silence enveloped the conversation, each participant allowing Sam's words to sink in, contemplating the gravity of Y/N's self-inflicted torment.

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Hours had drifted by in tense anticipation since Castiel's last update. Dean had been pacing the bunker's halls, his anxiety a constant companion. As he turned a corner, heading to his room, an unexpected collision nearly knocked him off his feet. Instinctively, he reached out to steady the person he'd bumped into, gripping their shoulders firmly.

Dean's voice held a blend of concern and surprise as he remarked, "Whoa there, Speedy Gonzales." It took a moment for him to register the identity of the person he'd run into. His brows furrowed as he asked, "Y/N? Wait, when did you get back?"

In her attempt to slip past them unnoticed, Y/N had accidentally collided with Dean. She hastily withdrew from Dean's grip, a mix of surprise and frustration etched across her face. Y/N's voice was apologetic but laced with exasperation as she muttered, "Sorry about that."

But Dean wasn't about to let her escape so easily. As she turned to make a quick exit, he snagged her wrist, determined to get some answers. He urged her to stop, saying, "Hey, whoa, hold on a second."

Sam, alerted by Dean's call, appeared from around the corner, his voice full of concern as he said, "Y/N?” Approaching her he would ask, “Are you alright?"

Sam moved closer, taking in Y/N's appearance: she had changed from her red gown they had last seen her in and was now in more proper hunter attire. A black v-cut t-shirt, with a black and purple plaid over with the long sleeves pushed up to her elbows, fitted jeans that were tucked into her boots, a duffle bag in hand and determination set in her jaw.

Sam gestured to the bag, his disbelief evident as he inquired, "You're going somewhere?"

Y/N, her patience waning, wrenched her arm free from Dean's grasp. She rolled her eyes, knowing that an argument was inevitable.

"I'm going to find Jason, then Sano. I'm done running and hiding; I'm ready to put a stop to this." Y/N stated her intentions bluntly,

Dean's initial reaction was anger, his voice rising as he exclaimed, "The hell you are!"

In contrast, Sam tried a more diplomatic approach, his tone a mix of concern and disbelief, "Y/N, why would you willingly go looking for them?"

Y/N responded with a glare and a tone that dripped with anger, "To kill them. They are constantly on the hunt for me. It shouldn't take long if I just go out there and make myself known."

Dean scoffed, “You aren’t going out there alone, and for sure not like this. I mean look at you, your exhausted for Christ's sake. You think you stand a chance against either of them right now?”

Y/N's eyes flashed with anger, her tone biting as she retorted, "I'm sorry. Excuse me for being tired from saving your asses AGAIN."

Sam tried to intervene, urging them to stop with a stern, "Hey, you two, let's not do this now."

But neither Dean nor Y/N paid any heed to Sam's plea. Dean took a step closer, his words fueled by frustration, "You're the one who got herself strung up in a dungeon by her psycho ex-partner daddy pulled out of hell."

"Dean!" Sam attempted to prevent the situation from escalating further.

Y/N, however, shot back with equal intensity, "Yeah, to keep you from being blown to pieces while you were fantasizing about the girl we were trying to help, you know, the one you were drooling all over while trying to burn her mother's body!"

"Y/N!" Sam's voice rose in alarm as he tried to defuse the situation.

But Dean couldn't hold back any longer. He blurted out a truth that had been buried deep within, "I wasn't drooling or fantasizing. As a matter of fact, if you hadn't been wearing such a low-cut shirt that day, I wouldn't have had to try so hard to keep my mind off you."

Sam's internal thoughts could be summed up as, 'Oh God,' as he stood in silence, watching the confrontation unfold.

"Careful there, Winchester, or someone might think you actually feel something for me." Y/N's snarky smirk and her voice dripped with sarcasm.

Dean's anger and frustration had reached a boiling point, and he practically shouted, "Well, of Fucking Course I Have Feelings For You!”

That... that right there stopped Y/N dead in her tracks; the color drained from her face, her eyes were wide, and her mouth hung open just slightly as she softly whispered, “What?”

Dean however was already over the edge and didn't bounce back as easily so while his words were the truth and sincere he was also still shouting and filled with frustration.

“The hugging, touching, kissing, constant calls and texts. The gifts! I mean, damn it, I know we’re no grand catch, but I thought we were making it pretty damn obvious, Y/N!" Dean, still caught in the whirlwind of his own emotions, continued to vent. His words were a torrent of frustration and raw honesty. He paced back and forth, gesturing wildly as he spoke, as if trying to physically expel the intensity of his feelings.

Y/N stood in shock as she watched Dean's movements, her voice trembling as she said, "B-But you never said...." She stopped mid-sentence as she fully processed Dean's words. Dean kept saying 'we'... Y/N's gaze then shifted to Sam, who had been quietly standing to the side. Sam gave her a sheepish smile as he shrugged his shoulders and nodded. There was no denying it now.

Y/N whispered, baffled, "Both?"

Dean sighed, his exasperation fading as he realized how overwhelmed Y/N was. He confirmed with sincerity, "Yes, both. You never thought it was weird that we were BOTH showering you with the same affection?? I mean, I get it, I'm a bit late to the party, but damn, Sam has been there the whole time!"

Y/N's gaze had fallen to the ground as she listened to Dean's words. She tried to come up with a response, her voice trembling, "I-I... I just thought..."

Sam could sense her confusion and conflict. He stepped forward gently, saying, "Alright, Dean, stop. You've said enough. Give her a break, man."

Dean, realizing he needed to take a step back, grumbled, "Fine, but you still aren't going."

Dean grabbed Y/N's bag from her hand and walked off down the hall with it. Sam shook his head at his brother's stubbornness before he fully turned to Y/N and asked with genuine concern, "Hey... You alright?"

Y/N, still processing everything, looked at Sam with a mix of emotions. She nodded slowly, her voice softer, "I... I need some time to think, Sam. This is... a lot."

Sam nodded understandingly, "Take all the time you need, Y/N. We'll be here when you're ready."

Y/N started to say something to Sam, but her phone buzzed with a chime. Pulling it from her pocket, she offered Sam a small apologetic smile before looking at the screen. Y/N absentmindedly said, "Of course," her voice portraying her dismay. Concerned, Sam asked, "Everything alright?"

Y/N nodded her head, but she didn't meet Sam's eyes as she said, "Yeah. It's just... I forgot that I told Angelique that I would come to stay with her for a week, you know, before the whole thing yesterday. She's asking how close I am."

Sam nodded and said, "You should go."

Y/N's head snapped up in surprise. Sam smiled at her reaction and explained, "Yeah, go have fun with Angelique. It'll give Dean time to cool down, and you time to think. I mean, her house is as warded as the bunker, right? You should be safe, and if anything, we'll know where you are. Just... don't go looking for trouble. Please."

Y/N's heart melted by the look in Sam's eyes and his words. She realized how much she meant to him and how much he cared for her. Damn, was she an idiot for not noticing before. Sam could see that Y/N was still a little hesitant, so he added, "Oh, and don't worry about Dean. I'll let him know and get your stuff back."

Y/N's voice was soft as she said, "Sam... Thank you."

Sam smiled, his hands in his pockets as he fought the urge to hug her, unsure if it would be welcomed or not. Their unspoken feelings lingered in the air as Y/N prepared to leave for Angelique's, leaving Sam with his thoughts and the hope that she'd return with a clearer mind.

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Y/N wasted no time getting behind the wheel of her car, eager to put some distance between herself and the bunker. As she drove through the town, her thoughts churned like a tempest inside her mind. The voices in her head seemed to grow louder with every passing mile, competing for her attention, echoing her inner turmoil.

She couldn't shake the guilt that had settled heavily in her chest. Thoughts of Sam and Dean swirled in her head, memories of their affection and the moments she should have recognized what was happening between them. And what about those times she hadn't been around? Were they loving her from afar?

The weight of it all pressed on her, making her feel as if she couldn't breathe. Y/N needed a break, a respite from her own racing thoughts. So, she decided to stop at a local bar. With her phone in hand, she sat down at the bar counter, hoping that a drink or two would help clear her mind. She would need to call Angelique to let her know she'd be arriving later than expected; but after this drink.

The bartender approached, and Y/N ordered a drink to ease her nerves, all the while thankful that her frequent visits hadn't made her a recognizable face around here.

As she took a sip of her drink, a man sat down beside her. His cologne was overpowering, and Y/N could feel him glancing at her. She looked from the corner of her eye, trying to not attract unwanted attention, but he leaned in. "What's a pretty lady like you doing here all alone?" he asked, his breath hot against her skin.

Y/N's natural instincts kicked in. She took a deep breath to calm herself. "Just having a drink," she replied coldly, hoping that he'd get the hint.

But the man wasn't put off. Instead, he leaned closer and placed a hand on her thigh. "Come on, don't be like that. Let me buy you a drink," he said with a sleazy smile.

Y/N took another sip of her drink, her mind racing with the different scenarios playing out. She could easily overpower him with her Kitsune abilities, but it would draw too much attention and possibly cause a scene. She didn't want to risk any trouble, especially after the emotional roller coaster she had been on with Sam and Dean.

Y/N could feel her frustration building up, and before she knew it she snapped at the man, “I suggest you remove your hand before I do it for you.” Her eyes giving away just the slightly hint of red as she growled menacingly.

The man smirked and remove his hand but otherwise didn’t leave.

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Dean's voice thundered through the bunker's dimly lit halls, a storm brewing in his eyes. "You just LET her leave?" His frustration was palpable, and his words reverberated with the intensity of his anger.

Sam, on the other hand, seemed remarkably composed as he leaned back in his chair and met Dean's fiery gaze with an unwavering calm. "Dude, calm down, alright?" Sam's voice was a soothing contrast to Dean's rage. "She went to Angelique's. It'll be good for all of us to get some space."

Dean's anger didn't waver. He demanded answers, his voice laced with irritation. "Did nothing I said before mean anything?"

Sam tilted his head, his eyes narrowing as he scrutinized his brother's reactions. "What, you mean when you outed BOTH of us? Yeah, I heard that."

Dean straightened up abruptly, his anger still simmering beneath the surface. "Hey, no, you don't get to put that on me. You had plenty of chances, man. You even shared a room with her alone, Sam."

Sam scoffed, his voice dripping with incredulity. "Dean, we talked about this, more than once!"

Dean's voice began to level out, but the depth of his emotions remained. "Yeah, and I gave you my blessing, man."

Sam mockingly laughed, clearly not convinced. "Yeah, right! You were under a spell. If I had made a move, you would have been pissed after you came out of it."

Dean's frustration seemed to reach its peak. He couldn't find the right words, so he tossed his hands up in exasperation, letting them fall against his thighs with a heavy thud. He turned away from Sam, needing a moment to collect himself.

Sam, however, couldn't resist a knowing smile. "This whole thing was your idea to start with, ya know."

Their voices echoed in the cavernous bunker, carrying the weight of their complicated emotions and the tangled mess of their feelings for Y/N.

When Sam's phone rang, Dean's head snapped around, a glimmer of dread in his eyes. He fervently hoped that the name he dreaded most wouldn't appear on the caller ID—Y/N. His jaw clenched tightly, and his eyes bore the intensity to burn holes through stone. Pointing at the phone, he growled, his voice gravelly and deep as ever, "Sam, so help me God."

Sam, seemingly unfazed, had already picked up the device. With a casual flick, he slid the green icon over to answer. Holding the phone to his ear, he greeted, "Hey, Y/N."

Even from the other end of the line, Sam could hear her uneven breaths, which furrowed his brow unintentionally, a detail not lost on Dean.

Y/N's voice quivered as she spoke, her words trembling in the air, "Sam, I'm sorry... Can—can you come pick me up?"

Sam straightened up in his seat, every muscle tensing as he replied, concern lacing his words, "Yeah, sure. Everything okay? Where are you?"

Dean had now swiveled completely towards Sam, his urgency evident as he gestured to put the call on speaker. Ignoring his brother's insistence, Sam listened closely.

Y/N tried to laugh it off, but the nervousness tainted her voice as she explained, "I'm at the bar in town. I just needed a drink to clear my head. But this creep kept bothering me. I thought I scared him off, I never even left my drink, but I think he did something to it, Sam. My head is spinning, my legs feel weak, it's kind of hard to breathe, and it's really hot."

Sam hastily shut his laptop and leaped up from his chair, urgently motioning for Dean to join him in the garage. He queried, "Are you in your car?"

Y/N replied, "I locked myself in the bathroom at the bar."

Sam grabbed his jacket from the back of his chair and stated firmly, "Alright, stay right there, we're on our way."

Y/N whispered a heartfelt "Thank you" before the call abruptly ended. Dean, now geared up with keys, jacket, and pistol strapped in place, had no idea what was happening since the phone wasn’t on speaker, but he was ready.

Sam looked up at his brother, a whirlwind of emotions coursing through his expression, and delivered the news, "Y/N's at the bar, holed up in the bathroom. She thinks some creep drugged her."

In an instant, pure fury ignited in Dean's eyes, a storm of wrath that would leave no man standing if they were responsible for Y/N's distress.

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The Impala's tires screeched to a halt, kicking up dirt and rocks as the car's doors swung open before Dean had even managed to put it in park or turn off the engine. Sam and Dean shot out of the car and beelined for the bar's entrance. Dean reached the women's bathroom door first, his hand instinctively reaching for the handle, but it refused to budge; it was locked. He knocked urgently three times, calling out in a concerned tone, "Sweetheart, you in there?"

Sam was quick to pull out his lock picks, his nimble fingers working deftly to disable the lock. A familiar groan from the other side of the door only spurred them on. As soon as the lock gave way, Dean and Sam pushed the door open, revealing Y/N sitting on the floor against the bathroom wall. Her knees were drawn up to her chest, and her arms lay limply across them, her head resting on her arms.

Sam knelt down beside her, gently pushing her hair aside to feel her forehead. Y/N was burning up, and concern etched deep lines on Sam's face. Dean, taking a moment to appreciate the unexpected cleanliness of the ladies' bathroom, noticed Y/N's ears were out, betraying her true identity.

Sam carefully began to lift Y/N to her feet, his voice soft and comforting as he said, "Hey, can you stand? Let's get you out of here." Dean swiftly removed his jacket and draped it over Y/N's head, obscuring her ears from view. He then took Y/N's other arm, offering her support to help her steady herself. The urgency of the situation weighed heavily on them all, but they were together, and they'd get through this, just like they always did.

As they walked out of the bathroom, heading towards the exit, the trio had to pass by the bar where the same creepy man from earlier seemed to be lurking. He stepped away from the bar, blocking the path of the Winchesters with Y/N. A wicked smile spread across his face as he taunted, "Hey there, princess. I was starting to wonder if you fell in."

The man's laughter echoed through the bar, but before he could say anything more, Dean's hand shot out, gripping the man's collar, and he forcefully pinned him against the wall. Dean's voice was low and dangerous as he hissed through clenched teeth, "Listen here, scumbag. If I even catch you around here again, I will personally rip your balls off and shove them down your throat. Got it?"

With a menacing warning, Dean released the man and rejoined his brother, who was now supporting Y/N's full weight. However, the man didn't seem to grasp the gravity of his situation and called after the brothers, "Hey, what's the big idea? We were just having a friendly chat!"

Sam had lost his patience at that point. He turned to face the man, leaving Dean to support Y/N, and without a word, he unleashed a powerful punch. The force of Sam's blow connected with the man's face, sending him flying to the side. His head bounced off the very same wall he had been pinned to earlier before crashing down to the ground.

The look on Dean's face was a mixture of pride as an older brother and impressed awe. He said nothing, simply giving a nod of approval before turning to leave with Y/N, and Sam followed suit. They had made their point clear, and they weren't going to let anyone threaten Y/N.

As the Impala's tires rolled over the pavement, Y/N lay in the backseat, her hand shielding her eyes from the light. The rhythmic hum of the engine filled the cabin, mingling with the soft, deep breaths escaping from Y/N. The silence hung heavy, pregnant with unspoken thoughts and emotions.

Finally, Y/N's voice broke the stillness, thick with embarrassment and regret. "I'm... I'm so sorry."

Sam and Dean remained quiet, their own emotions swirling beneath the surface. Sam, sitting in the passenger seat, glanced back at Y/N, his eyes filled with a mixture of concern and understanding. In the rearview mirror, Dean's reflection showed a contemplative expression.

Y/N's curiosity couldn't be contained, and she probed gently, "When did you... When did you realize how you felt?"

Dean and Sam glanced at each other before Dean’s voice carried the weight of introspection. "For me, it was that after that witch hunt and night you ran off after the spell on Sammy was reversed, then finding you.. That whole thing was kind of an eye-opener, but it was the club where you played with the band that really hit it home."

Sam let out a soft chuckle, a fond smile gracing his lips as he revisited the memory. "Yeah, the club. I think it really did it for both of us. But before that... I'm not really sure when, really. It just kind of was there, you know?"

Y/N felt her heart swell with warmth at their words, her own emotions finally finding some clarity in this complicated situation. She couldn't help but smile, her voice filled with curiosity as she questioned, "Why didn't either of you say anything?"

Sam nodded thoughtfully, fully aware that the question of why they hadn't spoken up earlier would arise. He cleared his throat, preparing to offer an explanation. "We talked about it but decided it would be best if we didn't. So, we, uh... we decided to just not hide how we felt. This was, of course, while you were sealed, and we figured that you would choose whichever one of us, or neither, that you were interested in, and the other would accept that." Sam's words were laced with a touch of anxiety, reflecting the delicate nature of their arrangement.

Dean's knuckles whitened as he clutched the steering wheel, his gaze fixed firmly on the road. Tense silence hung in the car, a palpable weight pressing upon them all. The minutes ticked away, each second intensifying the unspoken emotions swirling in the vehicle.

Then, like a soothing breeze breaking through a stifling atmosphere, Y/N's gentle voice offered respite. "For me, it was after the first rescue mission," she began, her words laced with sincerity. Sam couldn't help but smile warmly, though he kept his eyes averted, toying nervously with his phone in his hands. Y/N continued, her voice filled with appreciation, "Even after seeing my unfavored side and reading that damn book cover to cover, Sam never looked at me any different, not even after the feeding. You still treated me just as kindly as the first day we met."

Sam's grin threatened to split his face, his embarrassment giving way to a profound sense of relief. Dean tried his best not to let Y/N's words affect him, steadfastly clinging to their deal. His voice, however, held a faint note of hurt as he responded, "Alright then." He extended a congratulatory hand and playfully slapped Sam's arm, trying to conceal the complex swirl of emotions beneath his gruff exterior.

Y/N shifted slightly where she lay in the back seat, her voice maintaining its gentle tone as she continued to speak, recounting her growing feelings for both Sam and Dean. "As for Dean, well, it seems Sam being turned young again showed both of us something new." A soft chuckle escaped her lips. "Even after you unleashed your anger on me, the way that Sam spoke about you, the big brother that he looked up to and took care of him; I realized that that same man was still there when you saved me."

Dean couldn't help but sit up a bit straighter, his chest swelling with a mixture of pride and something deeper. The heartfelt words touched him in a way he hadn't expected.

Y/N paused, her voice taking on a more contemplative note. "THAT Dean won my heart, and I'm happy he has stuck around."

The Impala's interior became enveloped in silence once more, the weight of Y/N's confession lingering. Then, breaking the hush like a gentle rain on dry earth, Y/N's soft voice sounded again. It seemed distant, as if she were drifting away into her thoughts. "Do I have to choose just one of you?"

Both Dean and Sam looked at each other in complete surprise, their brows furrowing as they attempted to silently communicate. Their shoulders moved, hands gestured, and words mouthed, their eyes darting in the directions they were referencing. The question hung in the air, demanding an answer that neither was quite ready to give.

Before either brother could voice a response, a soft thud resonated from the backseat. Sam leaned over to look at Y/N, his eyes widening as he observed her arm that had been covering her eyes had fallen to the floor. Her hand lay there, her fingers resting against the car's carpet. Y/N's breathing was steady, her chest rising and falling in a peaceful rhythm. Her eyes remained closed, and faint tear lines crested her cheeks.

Sam turned back around to face the front, his mind still heavy with Y/N's last question. He murmured to Dean, "She fell asleep."

Dean glanced over his shoulder for only a second, disbelief in his eyes as he asked, "From the drugs?"

Sam nodded, his expression filled with concern. "Probably. She still looks pretty flushed."

That was all the prompting Dean needed to push the Impala's pedal to the metal. The conversation had pretty much fallen silent after Y/N's question, though it was clear that it still lingered in their minds. Fortunately, it didn't take too much longer for them to reach the bunker.

As Sam carried Y/N inside, Dean followed closely behind. They were greeted by Castiel, who seemed to be waiting anxiously. His voice held a hint of panic as he greeted them, "Oh, good, you're back."

Castiel's brow furrowed as he noticed Y/N in Sam's arms, concern evident in his voice as he asked, "Is everything alright?"

Dean responded, his tone casual, "Huh? Oh, yeah, she, uh, had some trouble at the bar in town." He nodded toward Sam, who was carrying Y/N.

As Sam walked by, he added, "I'm going to put her in bed."

Castiel watched Sam as he carried Y/N away, and then turned back to Dean, his curiosity getting the best of him. "Is she okay? I can heal her wounds if needed."

Dean shook his head, a faint grin playing on his lips, "Nah, nothing to heal, not unless you can extract the drugs from her system."

Castiel looked at Dean in surprise and concern, his voice reflecting his worry as he asked, "She was drugged? At the bar? Why?"

Dean considered how deep that conversation could go and decided against it, opting for a more nonchalant response. He shrugged and said, "Don't worry about it. But, uh, seems like you have something going on. You were waiting for us?"

Castiel nodded, “Yes um I need your help. Clair has invited me to dinner at Jody's and well..” Castiel seemed to lose his words.

At that moment, Sam reappeared, taking up the conversation for Castiel. He nodded in understanding and said, "And you want Dean to go with you because you still aren't comfortable being around Claire?"

Dean looked at Sam, a bit bewildered as to how he had guessed Castiel's predicament. Castiel himself was surprised that Sam had figured it out and nodded in agreement, "Yes, exactly."

Dean turned his attention back to Castiel, slightly taken aback by the request. He raised an eyebrow and asked, "What?"

Sam couldn't help but laugh at Dean's bewilderment as he walked past them into the library. He gave Dean's shoulder a friendly pat and chimed in, "You should go, man."

Dean turned to watch Sam walk away, his confusion still evident as he asked, "I should?"

Sam settled into one of the chairs, looking thoughtful, and replied, "Yeah, it will give us all some time to think. You could talk to Jody, maybe Donna will be there too."

Dean suddenly went on the defensive, "No, no, no. You already used that once today when you sent her off to Angelique's, and look at what happened."

Sam looked at Dean, a hint of amusement in his eyes, and retorted, "Well, then don't stop at any bars along the way and avoid creepy guys."

Castiel, thinking he was offering a helpful solution, chimed in, "I can take us straight to Jody's house if that would help you feel safer."

Sam chuckled to himself, and Dean rolled his eyes, “So you're good with taking care of this?” Dean motions with his hands towards the bunker, and down the hall.

Sam nods his head as though the question Dean just asked was unnecessary, “Yeah Dean, I got this. I'll just let her sleep it off.” Sam shrugged.

Realizing that he couldn't find a solid reason to decline Castiel's request, Dean conceded, "Well, alright then. Let's go, I guess. We'll be back tonight. Uh, let me know if anything happens."

Sam nodded in agreement, reassuringly, "Yeah, will do."

With that, Castiel walked up to place a hand on Dean’s shoulder, the the two disappeared, leaving Sam alone in the library. He took a deep breath, his surroundings sinking in as he glanced around. Everything that had happened in the last few hours was beginning to settle in.

Leaning forward slightly in his chair, Sam ran his hands over his face, through his hair, and interlocked his fingers behind his head, holding them there as he sat in quiet contemplation, lost in his thoughts.

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Sam had just returned to his room after hours had passed since Dean and Castiel left. As he walked down the hall, his phone began to ring, and he answered with a simple, "Hello?"

On the other end of the line came a familiar yet frantic voice, "Sam, it's Angelique. Dean gave me this number because Y/N won't answer her phone, and she was supposed to be here hours ago."

Sam replied, "Hey, uh, yeah, sorry. She was on her way, but something happened. Don't worry; she's here. I can see if she's awake."

Sam made his way to Y/N's room and peeked in through the cracked door, not wanting to wake her if she was still asleep. Angelique, concerned, asked, "Wait, what happened?"

As Sam peered into the room, he saw that Y/N was still lying in bed. Her blankets were kicked off, and she seemed to have curled into a ball, snuggling Dean's jacket that he had given her back at the bar. Sam walked in quietly with the intention of checking her temperature again as he answered Angelique with a softer voice, "She stopped by a bar, and this creep drugged her drink, so she called us to pick her up. Looks like she's still out, and her fever doesn't seem to be going down, though."

Angelique's voice peaked with curiosity as she asked about Y/N's current condition, and Sam began to explain. He told her that Y/N had a fever, heavy breathing, and seemed to be having difficulty focusing, among other symptoms. As he spoke, Sam gently brushed Y/N's hair away from her face, watching over her as he shared the concerning details with Angelique.

Angelique awkwardly laughed as she spoke, "Sam, Y/N wasn't drugged. She's in heat."

Sam froze for a moment before his brow creased, and his voice filled with confusion as he asked, "Heat? You mean like..." His words failed him as he struggled to find the kindest way to phrase it.

Angelique, however, finished his sentence, saying, "Mating? Yes. That's why she was coming to stay with me. She wasn't sure if it was going to hit with the seal, but she knew it was about time. So, just in case, she didn't want to be near you guys."

Y/N began to stir, causing Sam's gaze to shift from scanning the room to Y/N's half-lidded red eyes now trained on him. Angelique continued to explain, "She always comes to my house during this time to stay away from... people. Her sense of smell becomes keenly aware of any favorable mates nearby."

Sam's eyes never left Y/N's, except to watch her tongue poke out to wet her lips. His voice was timid as he said, "You don't say," realizing he might have gotten himself into a complicated situation.

Angelique warned Sam, "It would be best to avoid going near her for about a week. Just shut her door and let it run its course. It'll pass after a while, but having the temptation makes it difficult for her to control."

Sam then asked, his voice heavy with concern, "So if she were to catch our scent... What could we expect? Like, I think she has Dean's jacket with her from when we picked her up."

Angelique suddenly laughed, though her tone still sounded concerned, as she answered, "Dean might want to find somewhere else to stay for a week then. Once she has a scent that she wants, well, like I said, she has a hard time controlling herself."

“You’re joking right?” Sam swallowed hard, his eyes still locked on Y/N's, who had begun to gently sway her tails. It was evident she liked what she saw and smelled.

Angelique would offer some sense of hope, “I'll send you the suppressant I mix with her food. Just put the trays outside her door and let her know it's there.”

Sam nodded as he thanked Angelique, who wished him good luck before ending the call.

Tucking his phone into his pocket, Sam felt unsure of what to say as he awkwardly turned to walk out of the room. Closing the door behind him, he released a heavy exhale, trying to clear his mind and figure out how to handle this unexpected situation.

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Sam had been relentlessly trying to reach Dean, but the patchy reception out at Jody's was doing him no favors. Reluctant to bother Castiel, especially with the rare invitation from Clair, he found himself at a loss with Y/N's book in his hand. It offered no insights into their current predicament, leaving him frustrated.

Setting aside his fruitless reading, Sam turned his attention to the tray of food he had prepared earlier using the suppressants Angelique had sent. He discreetly placed it outside Y/N's door. The idea of drugging her food didn't sit well with him, but he understood it was the safest option for everyone involved. He could only hope that Y/N would eat and that the medication would soon take effect.

As Sam was about to turn away and leave Y/N to her meal, he was startled by her soft and vulnerable voice calling out to him. The sound of his name froze him in his tracks, torn between opening the door and maintaining some distance.

Opting for caution, he chose to respond through the closed door. "I brought you some food," he said gently. "I'll leave it at the door, so be sure to eat, alright?" Sam stood there, waiting for a reply, but the silence was deafening. Concern gnawed at him, and he called out again, his voice laced with worry. "Y/N, you alright?"

A whimper emanated from behind the door, followed by silence once more. Sam hesitated for a moment, debating whether to leave or to investigate further. With a roll of his eyes and a deep breath, he made the decision to open the door, tray of food in hand. He knew he had to confront whatever lay beyond that threshold; there was no turning back now.

As Sam entered the room, he found Y/N in a position mirroring their earlier encounter at the bar: sitting up in her bed, back against the headboard, knees drawn close to her chest, and arms wrapped protectively around them. Her head rested upon her knees, much like a person seeking solace from their own turmoil. The sight tugged at Sam's heart, reminding him of the vulnerability they had witnessed back at the bar.

Carefully, Sam placed the tray of food on her dresser, mindful not to make any sudden moves. The room was filled with the sounds of her soft, labored breaths and the gentle swaying of her tails against the sheets. Her ears, normally expressive, were now caught in a state of uncertainty, neither fully erect nor flattened against her head. A persistent flush still clung to her face, and her crimson eyes followed Sam's every move, tracking him like prey.

Y/N's voice, though soft and frail, reached out to him again, calling his name. It sent a shiver down Sam's spine as he turned to face her. He stuffed his hands into his pockets, an unconscious gesture of unease, and cleared his throat. "Angelique sent over the medicine that she gives you during this time. I added it to your food, so please try to eat, alright?"

Sam began to make his way to the door, but Y/N's plea stopped him in his tracks. "Please don't go," she implored, her voice laced with a hint of desperation.

Sam knew he was treading on dangerous ground, but he hesitated and then turned back to face her. With a heavy sigh, he met her gaze, realizing the complexity of their predicament. "Look, we both know it's not a good idea for me to be near you right now."

Y/N's voice, carrying across the room, held a hint of defiance as she responded, "Only if you would regret it afterward."

Sam's face betrayed a flicker of hurt at her words, and without thinking, he blurted out, "Of course I wouldn't regret it."

Y/N extended her legs, allowing them to dangle off the edge of her bed. It was at this moment that Sam noticed her attire, consisting of just a t-shirt and underwear. She inquired, her voice softer, her eyes focused on the floor, "You said you had feelings for me... was that not the truth?"

Sam's voice regained some confidence as he replied, "I wasn't lying."

Y/N nodded and continued, "Good, because neither was I."

With that declaration, she stood up, taking a few steps toward Sam. She looked up at him, meeting his eyes, and said, "And I would have no regrets."

As Y/N uttered those heartfelt words, Sam's eyes remained locked onto hers, and in that instant, something within him seemed to shift. His entire presence transformed, his normally hesitant and uncertain demeanor giving way to a commanding, confident posture. He stood taller, his shoulders squared back, and his posture rigidly upright as he loomed over Y/N's petite frame. The doubt and apprehension that had previously clouded his mind vanished, replaced by a newfound assurance born from Y/N's welcoming words.

Y/N watched as Sam's transformation unfolded before her. She could feel the subtle shift in his energy, and it only served to intensify her yearning for him. Her breath quickened at the mere act of looking up at him. She had noticed how his entire presence had become more dominating, and it stirred a deep desire within her.

Sam's voice, now steadier and more confident, cut through the charged atmosphere as he inquired, "What about Dean?"

Y/N's head tilted slightly to the side, a playful glint in her crimson eyes, as she responded, "You guys are good at sharing, right?"

Sam couldn't help but scoff, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he shook his head slightly. He looked down at Y/N, amused by her audacity, and remarked, "You're something else, you know that?"

Y/N's Kitsune nature, seemingly pleased by Sam's reaction, caused an involuntary hum of approval to escape her slightly parted lips. The sound washed over Sam like a seductive melody, coursing through his body and igniting a fiery response below the belt. He was acutely aware of the physical reaction Y/N was inducing in him.

Biting his lower lip, Sam warned her, giving her one last chance to reconsider, "If we do this, I don't think I will be able to stop."

Y/N never wavered in her unwavering gaze, her eyes locked onto his. She murmured softly, "I wouldn't want you to."

Without further words, Sam's strong arms swooped around her thighs, lifting her effortlessly until her legs encircled his waist. Y/N's hands found each other, locking together around his neck as Sam turned to leave her room, carrying her in his arms.

Sam felt a wave of heat emanate from Y/N's body as soon as their skin touched, and the warmth radiated through his like an electric current. His muscles tensed involuntarily as he lifted her and turned to leave. Y/N's head tucked into his shoulder, as if it were made for that very spot.

When she asked him “Where are we going?” her hot breath scorched Sam's neck. He clenched his teeth and let out a deep breath in order to control himself, “My room. I have what we need there.”

A purr, this one of excitement reverberated through Y/N's chest and straight into Sam's body. Every beat of his heart was matched by the intense heat radiating from her.

Quickly Y/N was loosing her control over her body as her mind was becoming clouded. Without warning she leaned into the crock of Sam's neck and planted a kiss on his collar bone before licking a stripe up to his pulse point where she was swirl her tongue before nipping at it.

This in turn earned her a deep raspy moan from Sam, who had never been so happy to see his bedroom door already open.

Their lips dance together, separating by only centimeters for less then a second for air before they were rejoined again. Y/N's hands slid back up to Sam's shoulders, one traveling further up into his hair while the other slid across his chest and down to the hem of his shirt. Y/N would snake her hand under the fabric now against his skin and up his back as she craved the feeling of skin to skin contact.

Sam re-positioned himself, kneeling between Y/N's legs as he broke away from their kiss. Without a pause, he pulled his shirt off in one swift motion. Y/N watched him every step of the way, drinking in each inch of his body with her eyes.

Sam ripped his shirt away, revealing his muscular chest. He fell forward, dangerously close to Y/N's body. His face hovered just above hers as his name escaped her lips in a soft moan of need. Her body arched up, pressing against him for the touch she craved.

Sam interlaced his fingers into her tresses, his grip ever so light yet domineering. His lips ravenous for her delicate skin, eagerly exploring the nape of her neck as he left enticing love-bites and marks in his wake.

At the same time, Sam's other hand glided over her side. His fingertips gently following her curves until they reached the crease of her thigh. He grabbed it with a grip and pulled it up, bending it at the knee and bringing their bodies close together. With one final push, his groin met hers in a perfect fit.

Y/N's mind was in a state of blissful delirium, her body aching with desire. Her breath came in short bursts as her chest heaved and her nipples hardened beneath her shirt. She quivered in anticipation, the heat between her legs almost unbearable as her panties grew wetter by the second. Every nerve ending begged for stimulation, craving to be touched until the pleasure crested and spilled over.

At last, Y/N found her words. Her voice was a soft murmur of longing and desire as she pleaded, “Sam, please. Give me more. I need you.”

Surprising Y/N with his urgent touch, Sam grabbed her shirt and pulled it up her body in one swift motion. As the fabric rustled along her skin like a gentle caress, he exposed her bare chest to the air. His lips parted as his hungry gaze lingered on her inviting curves while he deftly unzipped his trousers. With a shuddering breath, she lay beneath him, her breasts quivering with each labored inhalation. He was ready to consume her.

Y/N's eyes lit up as the man delicately discarded his garments, exposing his taut form. Her breath hitched when he revealed his rigid shaft pulsating with anticipation. The heat between her legs radiated outward as she watched him eagerly move back to her atop the soft sheets. Moisture seeped from her aroused core as he leaned on top of her.

Sam's mouth quickly engulfed one of her steeled nipples, swirling his tongue around it while his twitching cock poked at her sealed entrance.

Y/N's breath caught and a starved moan spilled from her lips. She wanted to move her hips against his, but instead he held her in place with one hand while the other moved to caress her breast with brutal tenderness. Waves of pleasure coursed through her body as he explored her curves. Her breath came out in shaky gasps as he touched her and all she could do was plead for more.

A deep and feral groan escaped Sam's lips as he pressed his manhood against her, allowing his hardness to slide along the fabric of her panties. At the first contact, a jolt went through Y/N; emanating from her core and causing a moan more lustful than before to reverberate off Sam's bedroom walls. He ground his hips into her even more fervently now, bringing his rigid member's head to knock against her hooded clit, urging her pleasure further still.

Y/N's pleading voice cried out, “S-Sam please. Please, more.”

Sam finally let go of her aroused nipple, sending shudders throughout her body. He spoke in a low and seductive voice as he said, “I know baby, just a little bit more.…”

Hearing this caused Y/N to whimper.

Sam rocked his hips forward, feeling the soft wet fabric of her panties against his rigid shaft. He continued to move, pushing further in and out until he reached her sensitive nub. With each thrust, her lips opened wider, splaying around his cock and providing friction as it passed through. Every time the head of his cock met her clit.

Y/N's low moans and breathy pants melted into one seductive melody that only grew louder as her desires intensified. Her voice rose in pitch, repeating Sam's name like a mantra, begging for more and more of what he gave. “Yes. Please. Sam. Sam. Sam.”

Finally Y/N's body arched as it trembled through her first release. Sam removed his hands from her hips so that she could move against his as she wanted.

The sight of her shaking with pleasure was too much for Sam to handle, but he managed to seize his engorged member at its base and locked himself in an iron-like grip as he gritted his teeth, desperately trying not to succumb to his own sweet bliss. His voice a mere whisper, he cursed in frustration, "Damn it.."

The waves of pleasure rippled through Y/N, sending shocks and shivers up her spine until her body quivered and sank onto the bed. Her deep red eyes were glazed over in a trance-like state as her head lulled to one side and Sam leaned down close to her ear, his lips grazing her earlobe as his husky voice crooned out soothingly, "Good girl."

Sam's fingertips urgently sought the waistband of her panties and his seductive words drifted through the air as he asked, “Can I still have you?” His hands continued to tantalize her with a gentle tugging sensation that sent tingles through her body.

Y/N's eyes were hooded and heavy lidded in a blissful trance as she nodded her head hungrily, wanting more from Sam’s touch. Her lips parted in a small whimper as she sighed with contentment; her whimper was low and throaty, like a soft purr of pleasure.

The kiss between them lingered, before Sam slowly drew away. His gaze lingered on Y/N's lips until he moved with purpose to his nightstand and retrieved a foil wrapper. Sitting up, he took a moment to appreciate the way Y/N watched him, admiringly, as he rolled the condom onto himself. Looking back into her eyes, he purred in a low voice, "We don't need any pups running around here yet."

Sam ran his hands along the curves of Y/N's body before finding her hips again and pushing them together. His fingertips left a fiery trail in their wake, as he lowered her panties to the floor. With one swift movement, he was upon her — pressing against her with an exquisite intensity that she never dreamed possible. His cock teased at her entrance before slowly sliding its way inside, inch by inch, until his head reached the depths of her innermost being.

Y/N's soft whimpers grew louder as Sam eased himself further inside her. Every inch was a flurry of pleasurable sensations, and soon enough he felt his entire length engulfed in her warmth. He couldn't keep himself from moaning any longer - she felt like heaven around him.

Sam's voice was deep and passionate as he moaned, “Y/N~ God, you feel so good.”

Y/N moaned her words, beckoning Sam with her silky voice. She seemed to be calling from a place deep within her, as she pleaded, "Sam. Move. Please. Oh please."

Sam's laughter vibrated with a devilish intensity as he almost forgot that the Y/N he was with was not his usual Y/N. His eyes glowed as he growled, "Yeah alright", before sliding out slowly, only to thrust back in with such vigor. His panting intensified as he repeated this wild action.

Y/N's voice rang out in a blissful cry, “More. Please!”

Sam thrust inside of her with an insatiable craving, as he felt every bit of her inner heat. Y/N whimpered with delight as waves of pleasure engulfed her. With each movement, she begged him for more, imploring in gentle gasps: "Yes! Yes! Yes!"

Sam reveled in the feeling of his throbbing member deep inside Y/N as he titillated her most sensitive spot, eliciting a weak moan with every illicit caress. As the pleasure overtook her body she sank into him further, her vision blurring and senses dulling until nothing remained but their passionate connection.

In that moment, Sam recalled the advice his brother had given him. His hands eagerly moved down her back in sync with his thrusting. With strong, confident fingers he reached to grasp the base of her tails and took ahold of them, feeling the softness of her fur against his skin as he caressed them. He could feel Y/N's pleasure intensifying around him.

Y/N's body succumbed to Sam's skilled touch, every nerve alight with pleasure. With every caress of her tail, an unbearable heat pooled in her core, until it finally bloomed into a life-altering orgasm that seized her entire being. Y/N felt her walls shudder and tighten around Sam's cock as she quaked in pleasure.

"Shit, gonna.. cum." Sam drove into Y/N, each thrust more fervent than the last. His hands grasped her curves with a passion, pulling her hips against him. Every muscle in his body tensed from the exquisite sensations that ran through him. Sam felt his orgasm build until finally, it crashed over him and released a wave of hot ecstasy deep within Y/N as he pushed himself even harder into her warm embrace.

Heaving, he stopped and let his gaze roam her body. She lay beneath him in a trance of pleasure, her chest rising and falling with each heavy breath, sweat beading off her curves. Her eyes were half lidded, her mouth agape as the wetness of her tongue glistened from between her lips.

Finally Sam pulled out of Y/N, a feeling she greatly disliked. When he withdrew his cock from her, the air that had warmed her felt cold in comparison. He removed the used condom and then picked up his shirt. Tired and coming down from their evening together he tossed the soiled condom away he used his shirt to clean her, he felt like this would suffice for now. Afterward he tossed it aside again and drew the covers over them both as he laid next to her.

Y/N's mind was a blur, her thoughts all muddled up like leaves in a storm. She turned to Sam who stood beside her, and he pulled her closer, tucking her head under his chin as he wrapped his strong arm around her waist. The heat from his broad chest seeped into her body, bringing with it a sense of calm. He whispered gently, "get some rest", and the words sent shivers down Y/N's spine. It was then that she realized how deeply she had been longing for this moment, for someone to hold her close and keep her safe. She closed her eyes and let herself sink into the embrace, feeling loved like never before.

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The bunker's kitchen was filled with the enticing aroma of a hearty breakfast as Sam carefully balanced a loaded tray. It held an assortment of delicious morning delights: fresh-cut fruit, eggs, toast, bacon, sausage, and beverages - water and orange juice. Sam's face bore a mixture of determination and anticipation as he prepared to deliver the meal.

Just as he was about to turn the corner into the hallway leading to the bedrooms, the distinct sound of fluttering wings echoed through the bunker. It wasn't a single wingbeat, but two. Sam halted in his tracks, his curiosity piqued by the unexpected arrival.

Dean, with a mischievous grin dancing on his lips, appeared before Sam. His eyes locked onto the bacon that beckoned from the tray, and his stomach issued a low growl of longing. He couldn't hide his delight as he reached out to snatch a piece.

"Morning, Sammy!" Dean greeted cheerfully, clearly more interested in breakfast than anything else. "How's our girl doing?"

Sam, however, was not in the mood for pleasantries, and he swiftly pulled the tray of food out of Dean's reach, thwarting his bacon heist. His voice carried a note of frustration as he confronted his brother, "Where the hell have you been all night? I've been calling you."

Dean's grin remained intact, even in the face of bacon deprivation. He explained, his tone light, "Cass got drunk, and we thought it was better to stay put instead of flying under the influence." He appeared quite proud of himself for convincing Castiel to imbibe, though Sam couldn't help but regard him skeptically.

However, when Sam continued to eye him, waiting for the punchline, and nothing further was said, Dean's defense was simply, "Besides, you know the service out there isn't the best."

Just then, Dean's phone, forgotten in his pocket, burst into a cacophony of vibrations and notifications. He retrieved it and turned the screen towards Sam, displaying an array of missed calls and messages.

Dean chuckled as he read the messages on his phone screen, "Ah, I see. Just got all your calls and messages. Geez, 10 missed calls? What did I miss?"

Sam, exasperated by his brother's nonchalant attitude, huffed “Just listen to the messages.” Without further ado, he continued down the hallway towards Y/N's room, carrying the tray of food with him.

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Sam, now in the hallway after delivering breakfast to Y/N's room, was met with a bewildered and flustered Dean, who had just finished listening to the voicemail messages. Dean's usual carefree demeanor had been replaced with one of total shock.

With a look of utter disbelief on his face, Dean approached Sam, blurting out his question, "Heat? Like wild animals going at it non-stop mating heat?" The words tumbled out in a mixture of astonishment and disbelief.

Sam regarded his brother with a mix of concern and slight embarrassment, not entirely comfortable with the crude analogy. He responded carefully, "Y/N probably wouldn't appreciate that analogy, but essentially, yes."

Dean's eyes widened as they darted between Sam and Y/N's door, connecting the dots swiftly. He had just seen Sam exiting her room, but the information he had gleaned from the phone call suggested that it wasn't a good idea. Finally, Dean pointed an accusatory finger at his brother, moving it from Sam to Y/N's door, and then back to Sam again, as if accusing him of something. "You two already did it, didn't you?"

Sam sighed, the defensive tone in his voice clear as he replied, "Yeah, we did."

Dean's expression shifted, revealing a mix of betrayal and sheer disbelief as he exclaimed, "Sam!"

Sam bristled slightly, ready to defend his actions. "What, Dean? You're going to tell me it wasn't fair because you were getting Cass hammered? Technically, it was my turn."

Dean met Sam's gaze with a stern look, clearly disappointed in his brother for using that kind of logic in this situation. He countered, "We both made an agreement not to make a serious move unless she approached us first."

Sam scoffed, his frustration bubbling to the surface. "Oh, and you think it's completely impossible that she would choose me over you?"

Dean rolled his eyes and clarified, "I didn't say that! But who knows where her head is in that condition?"

Sam was taken aback by Dean's words, his expression shifting from frustration to disbelief. "So you think I took advantage of her?"

Dean shook his head emphatically, his voice firm and reassuring. "No! Of course not!"

After a heavy sigh, Dean seemed at a loss for words, unsure of how to convey his complex feelings and thoughts on the matter.

Sam's voice carried a weight of sincerity and intensity as he addressed Dean, his words laced with a profound seriousness. He gazed deeply into his brother's eyes, as if imploring him to truly understand. "Listen, Dean. I don't know about you, but I'm serious here about her. More serious than I've been about anyone since..." Sam's voice faltered momentarily, emotions welling up within him as he struggled to say the one name that stirred up a whirlwind of painful memories, "Since Jess, alright?"

Dean maintained his silence, allowing Sam to pour out his feelings, understanding that these words were coming from a deep, heartfelt place. He listened attentively as Sam continued, his voice holding a mix of hope and uncertainty.

"And I know this life doesn't allow people like us the chance to make connections like that, but maybe this time it's different," Sam expressed, his eyes searching Dean's for a glimpse of understanding. "I mean, not only is she a hunter and a damn good one, but she's stronger than either of us. Hell, I think at this point she's saved us more than we've saved her. I know she brings her own troubles because of what she is, but maybe that's the trade-off we take to just have someone special in our lives. And I'm okay with that. Even... even if that means sharing."

Dean's eyebrows shot up in surprise and confusion. "Sharing?" he asked, needing clarification. He couldn't believe what he was hearing, and his curiosity drove him to ask for more details.

Sam nodded, his face reflecting a mix of exhaustion and anxiety. He explained, "I asked her about you before we did anything. She brought up sharing, and in all honesty, if that's what she wants, well, at least it's you."

Dean was taken aback by this revelation. He struggled to find the right words to respond to such an unexpected proposition.

Dean's initial shock slowly gave way to a reluctant acceptance of the situation. He still seemed unsure and slightly uncomfortable with the idea, but Sam's reasoning seemed to have an impact.

Dean's voice was shaky as he tried to make sense of it all. "Look, Sammy, I'm flattered, really, but don't you think it'd be a bit weird?" He was genuinely concerned about the potential awkwardness of the arrangement.

Sam, however, appeared more pragmatic about the situation. He shrugged and replied, "Yeah, maybe in the beginning. But you know there would be ground rules in place. And we already told her how we both felt, and the feeling was mutual. Honestly, it could be weirder having you stand by trying to act like everything was fine when we know it's not."

Dean scratched the back of his neck, his mind clearly wrestling with the idea. He hesitantly asked, "So, what, we would both be her boyfriends?"

Sam considered the question for a moment before nodding. "Yeah, I guess so."

Dean continued to process this unexpected turn of events. He finally agreed, "Fine, what the hell, we'll give it a shot."

Sam nodded in response. "Alright. Well, I guess we'll set those ground rules once she's more herself."

Dean tried to lighten the mood with a somewhat awkward chuckle. "She's pretty bad right now, huh?"

Sam gave Dean an exasperated look before continuing down the hall they had come through. The conversation had taken an unexpected turn, and the brothers were now faced with navigating the complexities of their evolving relationship with Y/N.

End Chapter.

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vladdyissues · 6 months

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Hi, it’s me, the asker who was so curious about Danny at school ✨

I got three things to say, silly thing first, 1. I’m so curious about what Danny’s diet is gonna be. I was rereading that chapter, and if Vlad has to eat meat to stoke the flames, does that mean Danny has to go vegetarian? That would be so fucking funny, I’m ngl 😂 but also sad, bc then he’d be thinking about Sam all the time 🥺 anyways, I’m just interested to see what you do with it 👀

2. You got me thinking about enemies to lovers, hardcore. And I realized, when I enjoy that kind of ship, I’m not here to see them become all lovey-dovey and domestic. I’m here to see the pain, and the toxicity, and the deep codependency of it all. The ‘I hate you, but I can’t leave you’, and the ‘you might kill me one day, and I embrace that.’ If you’ve watched Hannibal, you know exactly what I mean 😂 For Vlad and Danny, I don’t really give a fuck if it’s pompep or badgercereal, i just want angst and codependency 😈 I think that’s part of what I like about your story so much, is that it’s toeing the line between the two relationships. Halfway parental, and halfway toxic/romantic love.

3. You’ve fucking ruined me for other fanfiction rn 😭😂 I can’t read anything else for more than five minutes 🥲 Partially bc I’m so invested in the story, but also bc your writing style IS SO FUCKING GOOD. YOU SHOULD BE WRITING ACTUAL BOOKS, LIKE WTF. Anywayyysss, I’ll just curl up into a little ball of boredom on the floor till you update again 😂💕

Sending much looooove, 😘 I hope the brain to fanfic pipeline is working out for you 🤌

Hello and holy shit! What an ego-bloating kind and generous ask this is! Let me jump right in:

1. I don't want to spoil the plot too much, but Danny's diet is going to be key in unraveling a very important part of Vlad's enigma, and I cannot wait to get to that point. I've been sprinkling crumbs of information throughout the story thus far, laying down a foundation upon which to build this Big Thing, and the next chapter (14) will—or should, anyway—finally begin to deliver on it.

2. My friend, you've just given me an epiphany: it's not so much Enemies to Lovers that we adore, I suspect, as it is Enemies and Lovers. That's exactly the tag I'd use to describe Hannigram, and it's such a different and exciting dynamic. I've never quite—well, scratch that—okay, I've never written Enemies and Lovers in such depth as I am with Familiar. There's something darkly satisfying about letting lovers remain ugly; the notion that deep, abiding affection can exist in tandem with fear and disgust; that even monsters—in the very act of being monstrous, or perhaps because they are monstrous and not in spite of their monstrosity—are capable of loving and being loved.

3. Frhgahrglahrglahg I'm going to print and frame this one and hang it on my wall for days when I feel utterly inept. I've been writing fanfiction for a while now, and I've written volumes of silly, embarrassing, poorly-executed tripe, so if I haven't at least gotten a little bit good at what I'm doing, I doubt I ever will 😆 That said, I'm putting a lot of effort into Familiar, I mean pulling out every stop and employing every nut and bolt in my mental toolbox to craft a good story (and reading. Always reading), partly as a challenge to myself and partly out of sheer love for this great ship and its fandom. Everyone here is so nice and welcoming and awesome. I only hope my tiny contribution continues to entertain.

Speaking of which, the wait for this next chapter shouldn't be long. The feedback I've been receiving is phenomenal, and it's definitely helped to fuel me along when my mania wavers. I'm incredibly grateful to you and everyone reading enjoying this story. Thank you thank you ♥

#asks #writing #enemies to lovers #enemies AND lovers #super nice people #meta #fic: familiar #pompous pep #hannibal

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tayfabe75 · 3 months

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Do you think Maroon is about Matty?

Anon, you know I do! lol But hopefully I can make a little sense of why I think so!

Let's start with the title, itself. Obviously, 'Maroon' is a color, a dark red. This of course hearkens back to Taylor's Red album:

"The album's title refers to the tumultuous, "red" emotions Swift experienced during the album's conception; its songs discuss the complex and conflicting feelings resulting from fading romance."

The term "fading romance" reminds me of how red can "fade" into maroon, think bright red autumn leaves fading to brown. Taylor is reminiscing about a love that faded.

Though, the title could have a double meaning. Maroon is also used as a verb, meaning "to abandon or isolate someone". These are themes we see in both 'Cardigan' and 'Question…?', and I'd argue that Taylor visually shows herself marooned in the video for 'Cardigan', as she desperately clings to her piano in the middle of the ocean…

Once we get into the lyrics, we see that our mystery muse has a vinyl shelf, and our suspect also likes to collect vinyl:

"I love vinyl and I've got a lot of vinyl, but I'm more of a t-shirt collector."

Matty has also historically had roommates: he lived with his bandmates for a while, and he lived with George in London for a time, and later, with Sam Burgess-Johnson.

The first thing to strike me while listening was actually this line, but the way Taylor sings it makes me hear it this way:

And I chose you (pause) The 1 (pause) I was dancing with in New York

If this is a reference to 'The 1', well, that song almost certainly references Robbers lyrics!

And speaking of dancing in New York… that's quite reminiscent of Cardigan: "Dancin' in your Levi's, drunk under a streetlight" and "Your heartbeat on the High Line" (the latter being a New York landmark).

We have splashing wine, and a man who has a heavy association with wine, to the point that it became part of his persona, stagecraft, and silhouette circa 2013-2014 (as well as his clumsiness)

"The rust that grew between telephones" is reminiscent of Matty's lost verse from "Slut!": "Plus 44 on an American phone"

"Sobbing with your head in your hands" reminds me of this performance from late 2014 (just after they allegedly broke up) which ends with Matty literally sobbing with his head in his hands (jump to the last ten seconds of the video to see it). He would go on to describe what happened that night as being partially due to "girl stuff"…

Lastly, and this is admittedly, a strange one. But that sort of foreboding synthy undercurrent throughout the song… reminds me so much of a pitched-down version of the same sound from the Real World version of 'I Like America' (compare them here and here).

Whew! Hopefully that's everything! Thanks for the ask ♥

#answered #tatty #maylor #taylor x matty #song: maroon #song speculation

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geminixevans-stan · 1 year

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The Four Mischiefs

Pairing: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes x PR!Female Reader

Words: 2.1k+

Summary: Reader has to deal with four delinquents after their trip turned into a social media frenzy

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, mentions of violence, Bucky being a little shit, explicit language

A/N: I missed this little series so much! I wrote this while on the devil’s lettuce so I hope you all enjoy! Like, comment, & reblog! ♥

I do not consent to my work being copied, plagiarized, or translated in any way >:P

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Mondays were usually the normal recharge day after a weekend away from responsibilities. You were always a Monday person, ready to restart the work week and see what else you could accomplish. This Monday… you hated. While not many things could ruin your mood on a Monday, a group of mischiefs had a nice weekend.

And by nice you mean an utter disaster…

The large conference room usually was used for daily debriefings for the Avengers. But, because a certain video of Earth’s mightiest defenders stayed on the internet for three days until you finally got wind of it and scrubbed the web so clean that everyone on social media thought they were in a simulation, you had to do deep damage control.

Instead of having a meeting about how to save the Earth, you were sat in front of the conference table as Tony, Sam, Bucky, and Steve sat in the seats around the dark table as the video of their trip played out in front of them.

Sam and Bucky had the look of accomplishment on their faces as they tagged team a group of normal human men in a neighborhood looking to match the housing of the New Orleans communities. Steve sat with his hands clasped in his lap, shame on his face as he cringe at the amount of force he used on his attacking party.

And then came Tony… In all your time in knowing him, he never had the look of fear or shame etched on his features. Yet as you stare down at every single hero in your sight, Tony Stark looks… embarrassed.

Even with their looks, you can still get to the bottom of why they were where they were and why they decided to fight an entire neighborhood (they won, of course).

The video began to end and with each passing second you became more and more irritated with all of them. No doubt Sam and Bucky were not sorry for what they did but you were going to make them issue a fake apology by any means necessary.

You step close to the table, resting your hands on the surface as you take a seat at the head of it. All eyes were on you and every single one of them got their own glance before you decide to start grilling.

“Anyone wants to start with what we’ve just seen gentlemen? Give me precise answers and it may or no may not help the consequences you’re all gonna get,” the coolness on your tongue was enough to send a shiver through them all. It was evident that they all messed up, royally. But nobody wanted to speak up.

With a sly smirk on his face, Bucky raised his hand, waiting to be called on. The quirk in your eyebrow was all the interest you were going to give him as you called on him, “Sergeant Barnes, the repeat offender. What happened here?”

The clear of Bucky’s throat could be heard when he stood up, his metal hand pressed to the table as he began to speak, “Well, Sam decided to invite us all for a Boy’s trip to his hometown at the last minute and as you see in the video, there were some targets that needed some attention.”

“Targets? So was this a mission or a trip of leisure Sergeant Barnes?”

“A trip…”

“So you were fighting for fun am I correct?”

“Seemed fun to me,” Bucky shrugged, taking another look at the screen as the video began to play again, making Bucky smile as he saw the combos he laid to his enemies, “With all due respect, they started it and we finished it.”

A scoff left your throat as Bucky took his seat, looking more accomplished than he did earlier.

“So, we have two super soldiers and two men that use technology for their powers, fighting regular human beings for fun? Please, help me understand why four men with advantages decided to go fight for sport. ”

“That’s…. Not what happened,” Steve’s low, deep voice filled the room. Your head turned to him, shifting in his seat as his eyes finally met yours, “The trip part was true but I wouldn’t say the fight was for fun”

“Here comes the Golden boy,” Bucky quipped, chuckling afterwards.

“Enough Sergeant Barnes. You’ll just make your punishment worse than what it is. I’ll turn you into a more Golden Boy than Steve,” you spat, not even giving Bucky a second look as you keep your eyes on Steve.

The room fell silent as Bucky slid a little in his seat, the brooding demeanor back as you continued your interrogating. “So what happened Captain Rogers? You don’t look so good in there either.”

“They really did start it ma’am. Sam wanted to show us his childhood home and we took the walk there just to take in the scenery. As we walked up the street, there were a large group of residents outside and they knew who we were.”

Your eyes, stay stuck on Steve, listening to him go into detail about what transpired that night. Each detail could be seen on the camera as clear as day. You just needed the verbal recollection of events.

“And then what Captain Rogers?”

“Tony made one of the guys mad because he wouldn’t give up his suit and… well I don’t want to say what the man said to Tony. It was bad”

For the first time throughout the meeting, Sam perked and said, “He called Tony a bitch ass daddy’s boy and then Tony swung.”

“SAM!!!” they all yelled as Sam slid down with the most widest grin on his face.

“Snitch’n Sam at it again,” chuckled Bucky as he shook his head.

“Jesus Sam,” groaned Steve.

“I should have blew your legs off,” quipped Tony.

You leaned back, rolling your eyes at each of them. But still, their stories matched with the video that you went over ten times before 9 AM today. They fucked up, Tony more than the others. You knew exactly how to deal with him and he wasn’t going to to like it one bit.

He was the only one who didn’t have anything to say and he wasn’t going to be let off that easily. With the fold of your arms over your chest, you glared him down until his eyes met yours, “For a person who doesn’t know how to stop talking, Mr. Stark, you sure are quiet. What’s up?”

Tony rolled his eyes, breathing in before letting out a large sigh, “If I may defend myself here. It did escalate more than I wanted it to go. I mean can ya blame me? He was trying to take my suit!”

“I can see just fine Tony and he didn’t go near your suit or attempt to take it. Now what he said to you may not be right but… you have suit of armor! That you put on to fight. What would have happened if you really hurt someone. That then goes beyond my expertise.”

“Sorry mother…” Tony murmured under his breath. Not low enough because everyone heard it.

It wasn’t the first or the last time that Tony called you that for chewing him out, but it was the tone he used that made a smile spread across your face, “Very cute. At least I wasn’t the one who fought and still got their suit taken. I wonder how they were able to do that?”

Stifled laughs could be heard from Sam and Bucky’s side, each holding in their laughter as the footage of different residents, taking pieces of Tony’s suit and running away played vividly.

Bucky was the first to double over in laughter as Tony’s screams could be heard while the other three finished off their fighting. Steve gave you an apologetic look the more chaos ensued in the meeting.

Your head was beginning to hurt and if you didn’t get out of these heels, someone was going to feel your wrath.

“I’m glad that for some of you, this is amusing. Because It’s time to have my fun and hope you will laugh with me while I give your assignments on how to make it up to the public for your indiscretions.”

Silence fell over the room again as you slid all 4 of them their own Manila folder with separate tasks to win the public’s heart back. Sam was the first one to speak.

“There is no way I’m doing this! Why do I have to do the clean up?! Tony was the one causing havoc!”

“Hey genius, we’re both doing the clean up so shut up”

“You shut up!”

“No, You shut up”

“Both of you shut up!” you snapped, rubbing your temples slowly as they all read their briefing.

The furrow on Steve’s eyebrows was evident as he read his tasks over and over, looking up at you over his folder, “Please don’t make me do this. I thought I was done with the infomercials,” he groaned, giving you his best puppy dog look. If it was just you and him, maybe you would have given in. But you couldn’t be moved.

“And you can do just a few more. Next time don’t follow through with their shenanigans Captain Rogers,” amusement on your tongue as burst his bubble, chuckling when you heard Bucky’s sound of disgust.

“Tell me why I have to fix some old stinky dusty boat?” he asked, leaning back as she threw his folder on the desk.

You hummed happily, sitting up in your chair as you stared him down, “Because Sam’s sister asked for you since she said that Sam can’t fix crap”

“Hey!”

You threw your hands up in fake surrender, “Her words, not mine Mr. Wilson.”

Bucky smirked, sitting back up in his seat as she clapped Sam on the shoulder, “Don’t worry Sam, I’ll take good care of your sister,” a smile spreading across his face as he sat back, swerving his chair to the left the moment he saw Sam reach back.

With everyone knowing their punishments, you were entirely ready for this meeting to be over, “Is everyone fine with what they need to do but their assigned deadlines?” the room was filled with different version of yes and that was good enough for you.

You ended the meeting, wanting nothing to do with any of them as you worked on keeping the said video off the internet and issuing apologies on each one of their social media sites.

In true Bucky fashion, he sent you a quick test, stating that he wasn’t actually sorry. Which you replied with and eye roll emoji before packing up your things to go home with.

A knock got your attention as you saw Steve in his civilian clothes, holding a beautiful arrangement of roses in your favorite color. Information that Steve didn’t or shouldn’t know about.

“Trying to butter me up Captain Rogers?” you ask, standing by your desk as you stared at him from the threshold of the door. He cleared his throat, softly clutching the bouquet in his hand, “N-no ma’am. I’m a man of my word and I’ll make things right. These are for you. For causing you stress on your favorite day. May I?”

Your eyes widen slightly as your mouth opened up and closed again, ushering him in, “How did you… Know that?” amazement on your tongue as she placed the vase on your desk.

Steve placed his hands in pocket of his jeans, his height well over half of yours as she stared down at you and shrugged, “You always wear pink on Monday’s and your favorite coffee mug is pink. Just something I paid attention to…”

A smile played at your lips as you stared at the almost timid man before you. He was nervous and it was all because of you? Couldn’t be.

You place the handle of your purse over your shoulder, picking up the vase in your other arm and walk towards him, still having a good space between you two, “I like your attention to detail Captain Rogers…”

“Steve… you can call me Steve.”

His permission to call you his personal name made you smile, causing you to stand in silence before speaking, letting his name play on your tongue, “Steve… nice eye” your voice low was you brush past him, and out the door, leaving him to have the start of reddening cheeks.

Steve stood there for a moment, watching you walk away as she made sure you were gone before leaving. He closes your door, only to be startled by Sam and Bucky waiting outside.

Bucky chuckled, shaking his head as she looked at Steve, “You didn’t ask her yet did you?”

“Come on man, you know he didn’t,” snickered Sam.

They both laughed with each other as Steve rolled his eyes, looking back before a smile played at his lips, “No. But, she did call me Steve…”

#PR Chronicles #steve rogers #Bucky Barnes #Sam Wilson #Tony Stark #Avengers #avengers fic #steve rogers fic #bucky barnes fic #sam wilson fic #tony stark fic #steve rogers fandom #bucky barnes fandom #sam wilson fandom #tony start fandom #marvel fandom #mcu cast

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panthera-tigris-venenata · 7 months

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Chapter 3: Repeat after me: Homicide is not an option.

I can’t find the first chapters, so I’m just gonna post it here. Written together with @hannahhook7744 ♥

Jace was going to murder whoever was calling him this time.

It didn’t matter who it was. They were dead.

It was three in the fucking morning!

WHO CALLS SOMEONE AT THREE IN THE MORNING?!

"What the FUCK do you want—"

"Hey Jacey. Sorry, I know that it's late where you are but—"

Okay. Maybe murder was an overreaction.

"Oh hey Elle. What's up?"

Anthony snorted from the chair he was sitting in by the bar.

Jace decided to ignore him for now.

"Well, I was wondering where you kept Panos' insulin—"

"Oh did I forget to tell you about that? It's in a secret compartment in the chest under the hammock."

"Alright, thanks. Sorry for waking you—"

"No, no. It's fine. I was already up—"

This time, Sammy was the one to snort.

Jace shot him a glare but said nothing.

"Anthony?" Sammy asked with growing suspicion, "How come no one ever calls you?"

Disinterested Anthony Tremaine lifted his head from whatever pretentious novela he was reading at the moment.

"What are you talking about? Audrey calls me all the time," he said calmly.

"That’s not what I mean and you know it. She calls you to gossip, not to–" Not to ask for bail money or because of missing children or because they don’t know where the coffee is.

"I need to know what you did to make them leave you alone," decided Sammy.

"Burner phone, man. No one has the number. No one can call me but Audrey," Tremaine smirked, extremely self-satisfied and extremely punchable, "Now that we’re speaking about it, someone’s calling you."

Yes, Harriet. Who is still pissed about Anthony’s disappearance of the face of the Earth.

Sammy talked her through hopefully not killing anyone, and then turned back to Tremaine, who did have the decency to pretend not to eavesdrop. "One beautiful day, I’ll murder you," they promised him.

"Hmm, not if my girls do it first."

What an extremely normal and non concerning answer. But hey, at least it will be painful.

—Line Break—

Sammy's phone rang again.

And again.

"What the fuck do you want?"

"Hey Sam. Sammy. Sam the man—"

"What did you do, Harry?"

"Cj and I need bail money—"

There was a scuffle over the phone.

"Hey! No—I thought we agreed I was doing the talking?"

"You're making him mad! Give it—"

"No!"

Sammy would like to state here and now that they were not paid enough for this. And that they were on vacation. And that they really didn’t want to know what the younger two Hooks did.

"Call Harriet," Sammy said. He wished the jail would stop offering the one free call."

"I feel safer in jail" Harry deadpanned.

"For once I agree with him."

Yeah no Sammy couldn’t argue with that.

"Uma, then," they offered.

"Once again, I feel safer in jail," CJ piped up.

"Hey! That’s my Captain you’re talking about!" Harry argued, "But yeah. Jail’s safer."

"I hate both of you. Call Gil, then."

"He’d tell Uma!"

"As he damn well should."

"Please, Sammy, just send us the bail money! You’re basically my favorite

brother!" (CJ. Of course it was her.)

"Hey! I’m standing right there!" (Harry. Who else?)

Sammy was tired of it. "Please, don’t murder each other while in the police office. And, I don’t know. Try Ginny."

To the twin screams of "Have you met her?!", Sammy hung up.

—Line Break—

Jace growled in frustration as his phone rang yet again.

For the sixth time in the last hour and for the one hundredth and something time since he left for vacation.

He was definitely gonna commit murder by the time they got back from Tahiti.

"Hey Sam?"

Sammy hummed in response—not looking up from his newspaper.

"How long is a life sentence again?"

Line break

"Sammy! Just wanted to let you know that Claudine might or might not be attempting an exorcism right now! In Castle Beast or wherever the nice fairy lady with outdated costumes lives! I hope you remember this the next time I need a tiny little favor! Bye, love you!"

Sammy stared at the phone in silent horror, the name of Ivy de Vil still on screen.

They were starting to think that burner phones might not be a bad idea.

Finally, they broke out of their stupor: "What the fuck does she think I can do with it now?!" They hissed at the screen.

"Do I even want to know why you're making that face?" Jace asked, barely glancing up from his cards.

They had been playing poker when Sammy got the text.

"No."

"Okaaaaaay then…. I'm just gonna take your word for it. "

—Line Break—

Jace winced as his phone buzzed.

Wondering what he ever did to deserve this.

Whatever this was.

He dreaded finding it out.

Knowing the people who had his number, it couldn't be good.

*Buzz*

The brunette sighed before deciding that things would go a lot smoother if he just answered now and not later. "Detective Jason Badun at your service. How can I be of service–”

"Detective Jason Badun," the voice was most definitely dripping with sarcasm and detective Jason Badun winced. He recognised that voice, unfortunately. He had just hoped that the god of the dead didn’t know how to use a phone.

"Care to tell me where my son is?"

Hadie. They lost Hadie.

First Chloe and now Hadie. He goes away for a day or two and this happens!

He breathed through his teeth slowly.

"Excuse me, I’ll be back with you in a second."

("Customer voice," nodded Tremaine approvingly, and nearby Sammy almost choked, trying not to laugh.)

Jace ignored both of them as he hung up and immediately dialed his cousin.

Harry didn't answer.

"That bitch!” Jace growled frustrated, ignoring the scandalized look another vacationer sent his way at his crude language.

Sammy did laugh that time.

"It's not funny, blondey! Hades is gonna murder me!”

"Not if you snitch to Persephone first” Anthony chimed in, drinking some coconut milk out of a straw. Looking bored.

Jace and Sammy stared at him.

Both clearly too stressed out to get his meaning.

The red head sighed. "Hades can't murder you for losing the kid he was supposed to be watching if you snitch on him to his wife for losing the kid.”

"... That… can work?” Jace asked, confused. As if the idea had never occurred to him before.

Anthony rolled his eyes. "Yes. It works all the time with my siblings and cousins. Whoever snitches to whoever is in charge first is the one who is usually believed. Soo.. get on that.”

The other two continued to stare at him.

It was starting to become creepy—so he clapped. "Chop, chop. You gotta call her first, remember?”

Jace shot out of his chair, muttering curses as he scrambled to find Persephone's number (which he had for when Hadie was being particularly difficult).

Anthony snorted. "And they saw I'm the airhead.”

—Line Break—

Sammy abruptly got up from their seat, where they were scrolling through their phone, which was, for once, not ringing. So, just a bit of mindless media consumption, as you do.

But no. It was a bad fucking idea.

Sammy cursed as they resisted breaking the bloody device and muttered something like "You leave them alone for a weekend–"

They stormed away to their room before anyone could ask what happened; for the rest of the night, sounds of packing could be heard, interrupted by agitated but quiet phone calls.

Chapter 4: Okay so maybe Homicide is an option—

"Uh… Sammy. You okay dude?” Jace asked warily, watching from the doorway as the blonde frantically threw his clothes into his suitcases.

"Obviously they're not.” Anthony snorted, rolling his eyes. Still sipping on his coconut milk. "Are you blind?”

"It’s called common courtesy, Tremaine, you wouldn’t know," replied Jace. Sammy ignored both of them, well used to Anthony’s constant bickering.

"Whatever," shrugged Anthony, "I just don’t care all that much." He turned to leave, only for Sammy to call after him.

"You should care. Beauty’s name leaked, and I’m willing to say it’s at least fifty percent your fault."

"I’m not even there, how can it be my fault?" Anthony turned his nose up, while Jace tried to figure out what exactly happened. He was fine with saying it was Anthony’s fault, though, whatever it was. That’s what he gets for being so annoying.

"You're the one who suggested the stupid name in the first place and you're the only one who writes the full name of the ship down everywhere! Well, you and Harriet.”

"That doesn't mean it's my fault!”

"Wha—that’s exactly what it means!”

"Nuh uh.”

Jace sighed. "You are aware that you sound like your little cousins when you do that, right?”

Anthony sputtered. "I do not!”

Sammy kept packing—ignoring the two of them as they started to bicker.

…. Only for the TV to cut them off.

"Breaking news, teenage sleuth Harry Badun is leading a non peaceful protest at Beast Castle—”

"GODS FUCKING DAMN IT, HARRY!” Jace snapped frustrated before going to pack his own bag. As it was obvious that he was gonna be needed to fix the mess his cousin had made.

"What? You're going home too? Booo. You guys are no fun” Anthony huffed.

Both ignored him now.

"Whatever, then. Enjoy being killjoys I guess, good luck keeping those morons back home alive. Sam, say hello from me to everyone on Dead Beauty."

Sammy stared at him for a moment, before shaking their head.

"You’re so fucking dead, Tremaine. You know that, right?"

"I'm only dead if they can find or catch me. Which they can't.” Anthony replied, smirking.

Jace threw a sock at him—which hit him directly in the face.

"Ew! What the fuck Badun—”

#disney descendants #jace badun #sammy smee #anthony tremaine #they’re not paid enough for this.

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❛❛ does it actually matter? i’m here now and moving on. ❜❜ to the untrained eye, the young survivor would sound genuine and secure. however, she worried that jennifer would be able to see right through her mask. the truth: she was homesick, she had been homesick since she was eight years old. physically in her home, yet wholly alone and longing for what no longer was and could never again be; for her father, for her mother, for her sister. tara had lost her family in a single night, because of her mother’s secret — and she had been kept in the dark, without a way to cope. left thinking that she was destined to be abandoned, left vulnerable to a false best friend. amber... at least while the loss of her parents had been permanent, her sister had returned post the first attack.

‹ ♥ › @literare: are you homesick?

her traitorous thoughts break free: did her dad hear about what happened... did he want to find her? did her mom want her to go back to california... or did she only care about her when sam was around to blame? her brown eyes lock on the agent, fierce and bright. all that pain had made tara stronger, and after facing death multiple times, this was no longer a challenge — no matter how much she desired to never speak about her youth again. her chin tilts upward, ❛❛ you’re trying to analyze me. i told you i’d leave if you started that bullshit. ❜❜ the fighter had agreed to deal with kirby’s inquiries, but a second round with a second agent was proving to be too much. what were they asking sam? ❛❛ i’m sure you know all the basics, jj. why don’t we talk about the attacks instead? i thought the fbi was supposed to do better than the fucking cops. ❜❜

#literare #⁽ ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡ identification: tara ˚₊‧ ⁾#jj my beloved ❤️‍🩹

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sunshine304 · 1 year

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Tag 9 people you want to get to know better

I got tagged by @gingersnapwolves, thank you!

Three ships? - Currently WangXian, past big ones Sterek and Johnlock

First ever ship? - Jack/Anamaria from PotC, my first real online fandom ♥

Last song? - uhh whatever was on the playlist when I came home, I think it was the end credits song from Word of Honor, sung by Zhang Zhehan and Gong Jun

Last movie? - See How They Run, an old-school murder mystery with Sam Rockwell and Saoirse Ronan

Currently reading? - No books as I collect books but seem to not get around to reading them. XD I'm reading fanfic and currently, it's "Judge softly" by chrononautical.

Currently watching? - right now: the news! XD Generally speaking, still going through Legend of Fei because I'm super slow. T_T

Currently consuming? - Nothing anymore besides water. It's 10pm here. XD

Currently craving? - Sleeeeeeep T_T

If you want to do it, I'm tagging @spookykingdomstarlight, @slothwithwifi, @schnaf, @cendiar, @kira-under-pressure, @selenay936, @layzeal, @vaguelyimaginary and @alightbuthappypen :D

#thank you for tagging me!#tag games #tumblr games #my posts

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3rdgymbros · 3 years

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Everything will be okay. Whatever you’re worried about will work out.

#♥ || sam speaks.#;; is this directed at myself? yes.#;; ive been so worried about my future these past few days

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saiacross · 7 months

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Bonds Unveiled

Supernatural FanFic : 9,889 Words : Series: Reader-Insert

Chapter 23: A Day of Truths

This Work is part of an overarching story that can be read as a one-shot with little overlapping information from other chapters.

⬅ Chapter 22: Bonds Forged 💜 Bonus Chapter 4: Bonding ➡ Master List

Sam, Dean, and Y/N are all affected by a witch's hex that gives them each an ability corresponding to that of a sister of the witch from the past. All while they navigate the new boundaries of their relationship, AND stop Y/N from becoming a demon.

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A month had passed since the trio of hunters officially began their unique relationship, a secret they intended to keep amongst themselves. Much of their day-to-day life remained unchanged in terms of work, but when they had their precious downtime, everything was different.

Small but profound gestures of affection became part of their daily existence. Hands were held, kisses were shared, and gazes lingered just a little longer. Despite the chaos of their world, it felt like a haven when they were together.

Sam's approach to affection was unabashedly public. He didn't hesitate to sit a little closer to Y/N or wrap his arm around her shoulders whenever they could. It was his way of proclaiming their connection to the world.

Dean, on the other hand, was more subtle in public. He expressed his love in understated ways – a hand on Y/N's knee beneath the table, ensuring her food was perfect when ordered, and gallantly opening doors for her.

Y/N reciprocated their love in equal measure – a gentle kiss on Dean's cheek at a diner despite knowing he would brush it off, a deliberate brush against Sam's hand when they posed as FBI agents, and the way she always made sure they enjoyed the show when she knew they were watching.

Over time, their day-to-day life with two boyfriends became the new normal. It didn't take long for this unconventional relationship to become their standard, a world where love and affection coexisted with their demon-hunting duties.

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"Ne videas malum, ne audias malum, ne loquatur malum;

"See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil,

In imis umbra haec vera detego.

In the shadow's depths, these truths I reveal.

Vera loquetur, secreta soluto;

One shall speak the truth, secrets to unbind,

dum ceteri mystice, penitus innexa.”

While the others in mystery, deeply entwined."

The witch the trio had been chasing chanted a series of Latin words, her sinister grin growing wider as Dean finally managed to kick down the door that blocked their path. Sam, Dean, and Y/N stormed into the room, determination etched across their faces. Their mission was clear: to stop the witch who had manipulated people into taking their own lives.

But it was too late to thwart her final move. With a wicked grin, the witch threw her last ingredient into the metal basin before her. A shockwave erupted from the basin, sending them hurtling back into the walls, bookshelves, and tables.

Amidst the chaos, as the room erupted into a whirlwind of crashing bodies and shattered furniture, the witch seized the opportunity to make her escape out the window. Dean, Sam, and Y/N were sent flying in different directions, their bodies colliding with violence that matched the storm raging around them.

Dean was the first to regain his footing, his determination unwavering. He hurled himself towards the window where the witch was attempting her getaway.

“No, you don't!” Dean yelled as he followed her.

“DEAN!” Sam's voice followed him, an urgent plea stemming from concern. He remembered all too well that they were on the second floor. But Dean's chase was relentless, ignoring the dangers that awaited outside.

Then, Y/N's voice pierced the frantic air, filled with confidence and determination.

“I've got him!” With the agility of her Kitsune nature, Y/N raised herself from the ground and, with a graceful bound, followed Dean out the window. Her landing was silent and graceful, a testament to her supernatural grace. She swiftly surveyed her surroundings, scanning for any sign of Dean or the escaping witch.

It was the unmistakable report of a gunshot that split the air, followed by a blood-curdling scream, that directed Y/N to the side of the house. There, she found Dean, standing resolute with his pistol in hand, while the witch lay lifeless at his feet.

Y/N's voice, filled with concern, rang out as she approached Dean, her footsteps halting as she slid to a stop by his side, positioning herself protectively in front of him. Her eyes scanned him for any signs of injury as she urgently inquired, “Are you alright?”

Dean, ever the stoic hunter, responded with a casual shrug, his breath still heavy from the chase. “Yeah, of course. She's just a witch.”

“Dean, you jumped out of a second-story window!” Y/N, incredulous and amazed, gazed at Dean, her eyes reflecting her astonishment.

“Oh, that. Yeah, I might have landed wrong, actually.” Dean's nonchalant attitude persisted as he waved off the daring stunt. With a subtle shift of his weight and a hand pressed to his hip, Dean downplayed his daring feat.

Meanwhile, Sam rounded the corner at a sprint, his concern evident as he slowed upon seeing the witch sprawled lifeless on the ground. His eyes darted rapidly between Dean, Y/N, and the vanquished witch as he inquired, ”You guys alright”

Sam's gaze held a mix of relief and inquiry, aware that in the life they led, even the smallest skirmish could turn into a fight for survival.

“He landed wrong.” Y/N, with an exasperated eye-roll directed at Dean, turned her attention to Sam, her voice carrying a hint of mock disapproval. Her tone dripped with sarcasm, making it clear she was not thrilled with Dean's impulsive decision to leap from the second-story window.

“What?” Sam's face contorted in confusion as he gazed at Dean, perplexed by this cryptic exchange. He had no clue what was transpiring.

Dean, realizing the conversation was going off course, tried to redirect their focus to the task at hand. Listen let’s just move the witch's body inside the house for tonight, and we’ll come back in the morning to deal with all this.”

Sam's skepticism was evident as he glanced at Dean, wondering if his brother was avoiding a topic, but agreed. He then shifted his attention to Y/N, who seemed lost in her own world.

Concerned, Sam called her name, gently placing a hand on her shoulder to snap her back to reality. He asked if she was alright. Y/N appeared momentarily disoriented, confusion clouding her features as she slowly comprehended Sam's question. She instinctively reached up to rub her temple, “Sorry.. I umm..” She couldn’t really get the words out.

“Hey you’re fine, how about you go sit in the car while we finish up here, alright?” Sam continued to rub soothing circles on her back. Y/N agreed with a nod and headed for the Impala.

Once she was out of earshot, Dean approached Sam, a furrow in his brow, “Everything alright?”

Sam's shoulders lifted in a shrug, his expression mirroring the uncertainty he felt, “Something just seems off about her.”

Dean gave Sam a reassuring pat on the back as he passed by, his voice carrying a sense of understanding and fatigue.

Dean: It's been a long night, Sammy. She might just be hungry. We'll swing by and get some food on the way back. So help me with this.

Sam, eager to wrap up the night's events, nodded in agreement and crouched down to lift the witch's legs, ready to assist Dean in moving the lifeless body.

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Dean, Y/N, and Sam had found their way to a local bar and grill, with Dean's choice winning out thanks to a previous bet with Sam during the ride. As they settled at a table, Y/N and Sam taking their seats, Dean insisted on taking charge of their drink orders and placing their food orders.

Y/N observed Dean closely, her eyes narrowed with curiosity. She couldn't fathom why he still engaged in these little charades. Did he not realize she could see him?

Sam, leaning casually against Y/N and with an arm draped over the back of her chair, was engrossed in his laptop. His thumb gently stroked her shoulder as he whispered, more to himself than to Y/N, "I swear I've heard that spell before, like a nursery rhyme or something." When Y/N didn't respond, Sam looked up and followed her gaze to Dean, who was busy flirting with the bartender.

Fully aware of Y/N's growing irritation, Sam straightened up in his chair, trying to find the right words. Y/N's restrained anger seeped through her as she asked, "Is he stupid?"

Sam, mentally agreeing with her sentiment, cleared his throat and tried to ease the situation, saying, "Don't let it get to you. You know Dean, he's just being... Dean."

Dean, turning from the bar with three drinks in hand, approached them with a grin. Oblivious to the daggers Y/N's eyes were sending his way. Y/N rolled her eyes, her frustration palpable, and rose from her seat as she said, "Yeah, well, Dean is only 'Dean' when there are other pretty girls around. I'm going to the bathroom."

She gave Sam a kiss on the cheek and headed for the bathroom, pointedly ignoring Dean as she left the table. Sam watched her depart with a pained expression, knowing he'd have to navigate the tension between his brother and the woman he cared about.

Dean noticed the frosty reception he received from Y/N as they passed by each other. Dean set the drinks down on the table, and Sam couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at his brother's ceaselessness. Dean, ever the charmer, leaned toward Sam and asked, "What's with her?"

Sam gave Dean a skeptical look before he countered, "Dude, really?"

Dean appeared genuinely puzzled. "What?"

Sam rolled his eyes and gestured toward the bar, saying, "When are you going to stop fooling around? You have a girlfriend now, you know. You think she likes watching you flirt with every girl who crosses our path?"

Sinking into his chair, Dean tried to defend himself. "It's not like I got her number or anything; I was just being nice."

But Sam knew his brother's habits and remained unconvinced. He said, "Dean, stop. You agreed to this, so get serious; otherwise, say the word, and you'll be off the hook. But stop messing around; you may not see what it does to her, but I do."

Dean took a deep swig from his beer, placed the bottle back on the table, and nodded. "Fine. You're right."

Sam was relieved to hear Dean acknowledge the issue, but then his brother made a surprising confession. Dean said, "Just for the record, she did offer me her number, but I didn't take it, alright."

Sam, despite his earlier frustration with Dean's behavior, raised an eyebrow in surprise and confusion. "Really? YOU turned HER down?"

Dean nodded and elaborated, "Something weird about her. Like what she was saying wasn't matching the vibe she was giving off. It was creepy, man."

In that instant, Sam was once again disappointed in his brother.

Y/N returned to the table, taking her seat between Sam and Dean. With a wistful expression, Dean couldn't help himself but reach out and rest his hand on her knee, a comforting habit that always made her smile. Her initial anger was starting to ebb, although she knew Dean needed to understand that he couldn't keep flirting with every woman he encountered. In an attempt to break the tension, she glanced at Sam's laptop and asked, "Find anything?"

Sam, acknowledging her attempt to move on, raised his eyebrows and continued scrolling through web searches.

Suddenly, an unexpected interruption occurred as a tall, lanky guy approached their table. He slid himself between Y/N and Dean, causing Dean to withdraw his hand quickly. The man faced Y/N and leaned against the table, a slow, seductive tone in his voice as he purred, "Hey there..."

What Dean heard was; “It must be my lucky night.”

Dean looked up at the man as though he were about to stomp his knee in.

Y/N's stern voice was swift in defusing the situation. She didn't even look at the man as she said, "Boyfriend A, Boyfriend B. So, Fuck off." She pointed to Sam as A and Dean as B without a hint of hesitation.

Dean was somewhat taken aback by his assigned position, but before he could voice his objection, Y/N simply stated, "You know what you did," and took a drink of her beer.

The man chuckled and leaned in closer, growling suggestively, "Two boyfriends, huh? Got room for one more, sweet cheeks?"

What Dean heard was: “Fuck these losers. I’ll pound that-”

“Hey!” Dean angrily cut the man off before her could finish, though his outburst earned him an odd glance from the man.

Sam's irritation flared, and it appeared as though he was about to take matters into his own hands, but Y/N finally turned to the guy, her expression deadly serious, and asked, “Why the fuck would I give you even a second thought after you just got done fucking the bartender in the bathroom?”

The man's face dropped in disbelief, and he promptly stood up.

Y/N looked the man up and down before offering, “I suggest you get tested by the way.”

With that, the man retreated in humiliation. Y/N watched him intently as he left, her point well made. She took another swig of her beer, a satisfied smirk on her lips.

Dean, trying to hide his curiosity and surprise, asked, "How did you know all that?"

Y/N turned to Dean and replied without missing a beat, "I could smell it."

Dean's eyebrows raised in disbelief and confusion. He clarified, "You mean you can smell when we've... um, you know, done it?"

Y/N nodded and responded matter-of-factly, "Yeah. Even if you shower, the pheromones are still strong."

Sam couldn't help but laugh at Dean's realization, and the tension at the table seemed to ease, albeit slightly.

As though God himself were testing Y/N, the bartender arrived with their food, wearing a charming smile and using an alluring voice as she took her time bending over more than necessary to plate their meals.

Her flirtatious comments were aimed at Dean as she said, “Hey there, guess this is your brother, huh?”

What Dean heard was: “Damn, he’s huge. Bet I could take it.”

She went even further, reaching across the table to Y/N, causing Sam and Dean to avert their eyes as Y/N locked a steely gaze onto the woman. The trio knew exactly what the bartender was trying to do.

Just as she was about to depart, she ran her hand provocatively over Dean's shoulder and said, 'Call me if you need anything.' Sam's face twisted into a disgusted expression, while Dean appeared deep in thought, attempting to decipher the bartender's intentions.

What Dean heard was: “That bitch will regret it if she keeps staring me down.”

Y/N had had enough of these advances. She abruptly stood from her seat and called out, “Hey, Blondie!” The bartender turned around just in time to see Y/N settle herself comfortably in Sam's lap, one leg casually crossed over the other. Sam's hand naturally found its place on her hips as Y/N leaned in, gently tugging Dean forward for a full kiss on the lips.

Breaking the kiss, Y/N eyed the bartender with a mischievous glint in her eyes and said, “We're gonna need some to-go boxes.”

Dean and Sam were left in a state of shock, taken aback by the power play they had just witnessed. It reminded them of the night with the vampires and the werewolves. Y/N could feel Sam shifting beneath her, and Dean seemed lost in a trance, making a mental note of the whole situation.

Y/N couldn't resist a satisfied smirk as she added, “Pack the food up, alright? I'll be waiting in the Impala.” Her authority was undeniable as she confidently strolled away, leaving a bewildered bartender in her wake. Sam and Dean exchanged glances before they settled on watching Y/N walk away as she always did when she knew they were watching.

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The door to their motel room creaked open, and Y/N walked in, bearing a bag of food. Sam and Dean followed her, their voices raised in a bickering match over something trivial. Dean, closing the door behind him, quipped, "Man, I don't know what to tell you. Just get better, I won again, and you have to accept that. Y/N, will you please tell him to stop being a baby about it?"

Y/N, who had already settled herself at the table with her computer open, replied with an air of nonchalance, "Sam if you worked half as much as you whine, we might be done with this job by now. Sam, will you please tell him to stop being a baby about it."

Both Sam and Dean were taken aback, their expressions mirroring shock. Sam, feeling offended by her words, called out, "Hey!"

Dean, on the other hand, remained silent, simply staring at Y/N in disbelief.

However, Y/N herself seemed equally surprised by what she had just said. She stammered a mixture of bewilderment and flustered in her voice, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say that... I mean I did, but not that harsh."

Her eyes widened as she grew increasingly flustered, and she continued, "Jesus, Y/N, shut up!"

Sam, still a bit hurt, inquired, "Hey, what's up with you? You've been kind of off since..."

Y/N finished his sentence, "Since the witch disappeared? Have either of you two felt different?"

Dean and Sam paused to think. Eventually, Sam shook his head and said, "No."

What Dean heard was: “Could the shifting I was seeing be part of this?”

Dean looked at Sam, his brows furrowing in confusion, and he asked, "What shifting?"

Sam and Y/N exchanged puzzled glances. Sam replied, "I didn't say anything about shifting."

Dean's glare intensified, and he insisted, "Yeah, you did. Just now. I heard you."

Y/N, looking equally baffled, chimed in as she focused on Dean, "Dean, Sam didn't say anything."

Dean was clearly disturbed, his expression a mix of fear and disbelief. He knew he heard Sam mention "shifting," but why weren't Sam and Y/N confirming it?

Concerned and wanting to understand what had happened, Y/N turned to Sam and inquired hastily, "Sam, what was that spell she was chanting? I think she did something."

For the next few hours, Sam and Y/N immersed themselves in research, Sam wracking his memory for the mysterious spell and both of them scouring books and online sources for information about its origin and purpose. Finally, they found what they were looking for.

Sam's eyes lit up with recognition, and he exclaimed, "That's it! I thought I recognized it."

Sam proceeded to explain, his tone thoughtful and earnest, "So, get this. We were hit with a spell that invokes the powers of three wise and virtuous sisters, each known for their unique and profound abilities. Amanita, Claritas, and Veritas, together they embodied the very essence of truth."

Y/N and Dean exchanged intrigued glances, their curiosity piqued by Sam's words.

Sam continued, his voice resonating with a sense of wonder, "Claritas, the Listener, was the eldest sister, known for her exceptional ability to hear the unspoken truths that whispered in the wind. Her ears were attuned to the nuances of words, silences, and the melodies of the heart. With her deep understanding of language and the unspoken, she could discern when words concealed hidden agendas or resonated with sincerity."

Dean's eyebrows raised as he absorbed the description of Amanita's abilities, while Y/N nodded thoughtfully.

Sam moved on, his voice taking on a measured tone, "Amanita, the Seer, was the second eldest of the sisters and was blessed with the gift of sight. Her eyes sparkled with otherworldly wisdom, allowing her to perceive the truth in every corner of the world. She saw beyond appearances, recognizing the genuine intentions of all she encountered. Her vision was said to pierce through veils of deception and reveal the core of reality."

Y/N's eyes lit up as she contemplated the implications of Claritas' abilities. Dean too looked intrigued.

Sam then spoke of the youngest sister, Veritas, with a sense of admiration, "Veritas, the Speaker, possessed the power to weave words of pure truth. Her voice carried the resonance of authenticity, and her speech was a force for good. She would only speak when she was certain of the honesty behind her words. Her voice had the power to unveil secrets, heal wounds, and unite those who listened with open hearts."

As the descriptions of the three sisters' powers settled in, Y/N and Dean exchanged meaningful glances. The gravity of their situation was evident, and the trio understood the magnitude of dealing with such profound and rare abilities.

Sam's gaze shifted between Y/N and Dean, his eyes filled with intrigue. "Okay, so Claritas, the Listener could hear unspoken truths, right? Well, that sounds like what Dean is experiencing."

Y/N nodded thoughtfully, her eyes locked on Dean.

"I have Amanita's abilities, the Seer. When I look at some people, their faces seem to slowly shift into something else, the last few have all been kind of gross.” Sam’s nose scrunched as he thought back to the bartender and creep from the bar.

Dean looked back to Sam with an annoyed expression, “So how do we undo it?”

Sam who’s attention was now back on his laptop screen shrugged, “Uh well the witch who cast the spell is dead so I think we just wait it out, maybe? But we can check out the house though when we head back in the morning if things haven’t changed.” Sam offered but really didn’t have a solid answer.

“Morning huh?” Dean’s gaze turned back to Y/N with a playful glint in his eyes, and said, "That leaves you with the Speaker, right? Veritas. So, you can't tell a lie, basically, right?"

Y/N's eyes narrowed in response to Dean's playful challenge, her voice holding a hint of defiance as she nodded, "That's right."

Dean's grin grew wider, mischief dancing in his eyes. "Alright, well, let's test it. Who's the better kisser, me or Sam?"

Sam let out an exasperated sigh, rolling his eyes as he warned Dean, "Dean, don't. Y/N, you don't have to answer that."

Dean, undeterred, leaned forward, his voice teasing, "Uh-huh, Sammy, that's not what you really want to say now, is it? You want to know the answer too."

Sam sent a withering glare at his brother but was left speechless. Before he could defend himself, Y/N blurted out her answer, "Sam. Sam is the better kisser."

Dean's victorious grin faded. "Well, I was just messing around, you know."

Sam couldn't help but smirk at Dean's reaction.

"But, well, you know, you both are so different, so comparing is really unfair," she stammered, her voice tinged with shyness. She hoped her diplomatic response would quell their curiosity.

However, Dean was unyielding, and his eyes sparkled with mischief, sensing victory. He leaned forward, his eyebrow raised in anticipation, and asked, "Alright then. Well, which one of us is better in bed?"

Sam wore a scowl of disapproval, while Dean's expression was laced with his signature cockiness. The room's tension grew, and it seemed they were on the brink of an answer. That's when Y/N, quick-witted and resourceful, turned to the table where the bag of food was, grabbed her burger, and took a huge bite. Her mouth full, she began to mumble something, but her words were entirely incomprehensible to the brothers.

Sam watched with a hint of amusement and surprise, appreciating Y/N's clever tactic. Dean, on the other hand, looked slightly defeated. He had been outsmarted once again by Y/N's unexpected response.

Once Y/N swallowed her food, she wiped her mouth and turned to Dean with a hint of amusement in her eyes. "I'll answer any question you have," she said, her tone firm, "but I'm not going to stand here and compare you two." Her words left no room for further discussion on that particular topic.

The atmosphere in the room grew tense as Y/N remained resolute in her choice to answer Dean's question. She stood her ground, her confidence a stark contrast to Dean's dripping arrogance.

Dean, a step closer to Y/N now, accepted her offer with a hint of smugness. "Fine," he retorted, his voice oozing with overconfidence as if he were about to outsmart her.

Sam, watching the unfolding showdown, shook his head in disbelief at the two of them acting like children.

Dean's question, "How old are you?" cut through the room like a blade. In that moment, the once-confident Y/N's demeanor began to crumble. Her shoulders slumped, and her usual fiery spirit seemed to dissipate. Sam, recognizing the shift, moved closer to the two of them.

Y/N's voice once filled with determination, now held a touch of vulnerability as she replied, "I don't know." Her unexpected answer caught Dean off guard, and he scoffed, momentarily forgetting that Y/N, bound by Veritas's power, couldn't lie.

Dean pressed on, his concern growing. "You don't know? How do you not know? You said you were four when your mother passed, right?"

Y/N's hand balled into a fist as her voice trembled, revealing her discomfort. "That was an estimate, really," she admitted, her gaze dropping to the floor.

Dean's earlier arrogance had transformed into guilt, “When is your birthday?”

Y/N continued to crumble under Dean's questions, “I don't know when my birthday is either. I was young when my mother died, and portions of the time I did spend with her were just gone. You know, all the head injuries from hunting over the years. So I just don't know."

Sam, seeing the impact of their questioning, decided to intervene. "Y/N, he didn’t mean to. If we would have known..."

Y/N nodded, offering a forced smile. "Yeah, I know. It's fine. Excuse me." With that, she swiftly grabbed her jacket and left the motel room. The door closed behind her, leaving Dean and Sam in a heavy silence, reflecting on the unexpected and sensitive exchange they had just experienced.

The tension in the room after Y/N's sudden departure was palpable. Sam sat there, his clenched fists and the fire in his eyes revealing his urge to punch Dean for his insensitive line of questioning. However, he managed to rein in his anger and instead, sank back into his chair, running his hands through his hair and leaning back as if to distance himself from the situation.

Dean, realizing the gravity of the situation and his blunder, let out a heavy sigh. He knew he had to make amends. He turned to Sam and began to apologize, his voice laced with remorse. "Look, Sammy, I'm sorry."

Sam, while appearing calmer, bore the weight of frustration and agitation in his voice as he replied, "Man, don't apologize to me."

Dean, his voice tinged with frustration and confusion, asked Sam for some understanding, "How the hell was I supposed to know she didn't know? I thought this whole time she was just embarrassed because she's older than us!"

Sam, now exasperated with Dean's lack of empathy, snapped, "How about you just DON'T ask!? Ever think of that? How about NOT taking advantage of the situation, huh?"

Dean seemed taken aback by Sam's reaction as he tried to explain himself, "Look, I don't see the big deal, right? So she has spent a few birthdays alone, so have we, and we're fine."

Sam's patience reached its limits as he stood up, speaking aggressively at his older brother, "DEAN! How can you be this dense, man? Just because something doesn't bother you doesn't mean the same for everyone else! Think about it, man. Kitsunes gain a tail for every 100 years they are alive OR by surviving a near-death experience. Y/N has three tails, one of which we know she got after she saved you. This means, as far as we know, she has possibly been alone and without a birthday for at least 200 years. You don't think she could be a little sensitive about it?"

The room fell into silence after Sam's outburst, the tension hanging in the air. Sam's heavy breathing spoke volumes about his frustration. Dean, on the other hand, seemed to be deep in thought, contemplating his brother's words.

Finally, Dean's face underwent a transformation, mixing elements of surprise and admiration. He acknowledged Sam's perspective, saying, "Well, you know, she's looking pretty good for someone in her third century."

Sam glared at Dean, warning him not to make light of the situation, and for a moment, it seemed like he really was about to physically confront his brother. But Dean then changed his tone, understanding the need to make amends, and said, "Okay, okay. I'm going." Dean reached for his jacket and headed for the door, leaving the room to find Y/N and mend the wounds his words had inflicted.

As the door closed behind Dean, Sam let out a sigh of relief, thinking that the tension might have finally dissipated. However, his moment of reprieve was short-lived. Dean burst back into the room, his deep burly voice loud and furious, “SAM!”

Startled, Sam immediately sprang to his feet, his expression shifting from relaxation to full alertness. He stammered out, "What? What?" His concern etched across his face, fearing that something terrible had occurred.

Dean, a wild mix of anger and concern written on his face, jarred his arm and pointed forcefully out the door. The combination of his frustration and his attempt to convey the problem made his voice growl, "She took my car!"

Sam stood frozen, momentarily unable to process Dean's words. His disbelief evident, he stuttered, "Wha-What?"

Dean, feeling exasperated and agitated, added emphasis to his complaint by raising both hands and rapidly pointing out the door in a theatrical manner. His anger dripped from his voice as he exclaimed, "Y/N took my car. Didn't even ask. I didn't even see her grab the keys!"

Sam finally found his words as he approached the door to confirm Dean's claim. He looked outside only to see the Impala missing from its spot. He could only muster a half-hearted apology as he said, "I'm sorry, man."

Dean, his irritation evident, turned to Sam, having heard his inner thoughts, and retorted, "Noo, you're not!" With that, he walked back into the motel room, Sam trailing behind him. Despite the situation, Sam had to stifle a laugh at Dean's dramatic response to having his beloved car taken by Y/N.

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The morning sun filtered through the curtains, stirring Y/N from her slumber. Sam's voice, so familiar and comforting, greeted her. He cheerfully mentioned, "Morning. Dean should be back any minute with breakfast."

Y/N rolled over in her bed, her eyes locking onto Sam as he fastened the last button on his plaid shirt and began rolling up his sleeves. She grunted, half awake, just as Dean strolled into the room. In one hand, he held a tray of coffees, and in the other, a white paper bag. Dean glanced at Y/N, who remained in bed, and couldn't resist his usual sarcastic remark, "You aren't out of bed yet?"

This time, Y/N growled softly as she reluctantly responded, "No." She sat up on her knees in bed, the comforter pooling around her waist. She rubbed her eyes and stretched, inadvertently causing the oversized nightshirt she was wearing to slip off her shoulder and down her arm.

As Dean unpacked the breakfast, he couldn't help but notice the severe bruising on Y/N's newly exposed skin. A furrow formed on his brow, and he seemed genuinely concerned. He set the tray down and walked over to Y/N. In a sarcastic tone, he asked, "Hey, Y/N. What happened to your shoulder?"

Confused by his comment, Y/N was about to ask him to clarify when Dean knelt beside her on the bed. Before she could react, Dean's hand gently brushed against her bruised skin, causing her to hiss and jerk away in pain. She inquired, "The hell?"

Dean pulled her shirt open a bit to further inspect the bruise, with worry etched across his features, and called out, "Sam!"

In an instant, Sam's head popped into the room from the bathroom, and Y/N was left anxious, asking, "Dean, how bad is it?"

Dean turned to face her, after making sure Sam was ready. Leaning forward with a determined expression, he said, "We're going to take your shirt off." Y/N nodded, agreeing to his suggestion, and attempted to raise her arms. However, the left side of her body was too painful to move. Dean carefully lifted the hem of her shirt, gingerly pulling it up to her arms and over her head. Y/N's bare back was now exposed to the brothers.

The bruise on her back was a gruesome sight. It was dark shades of black and purple, starting from her left shoulder and extending diagonally downward over her spine to her hip. The bruise seemed to spider out from the point of impact. Y/N sat there in silence, hugging her shirt to cover her chest. She could feel the intensity in the room, the brothers fighting to keep their anger and concern at bay. Their knuckles clenched and their eyes scanned every inch of her unclothed skin.

Finally, Dean asked, "What happened last night?"

Sam followed up, "Did you get into a fight?"

Dean chimed in again, "Did you run into the witch?"

And once more, Sam asked, "Why didn't you say something when you got in?" Their voices were filled with a mix of worry, anger, and curiosity, mirroring the storm of emotions inside them.

Bombarded with questions, Y/N turned to face both brothers, her expression a mix of confusion and surprise. She asked, "What are you talking about?" Her reaction prompted Sam and Dean to pause, considering that Y/N might be unaware of the bruising on her back.

Y/N, however, stood up from the bed and made her way to the bathroom. There, she could see her own reflection and assess the extent of the bruising. The baffled look on her face confirmed to the brothers that she was indeed unaware of the injuries. Dean then inquired, "So you didn't get into trouble last night?"

Y/N continued examining her own back, her tone soft as she explained, "I just drove to the gas station and sat there. I came back here and crawled into bed."

Turning back to face the room, Dean and Sam exchanged a puzzled glance. Dean remarked, "Well, something had to have happened."

As Y/N struggled to recall the events of last night, her memory started to piece together her nightmare, she would slowly put her shirt back on. Quietly, she walked into the main room and sat at the end of her and Sam's bed lost in her thoughts. She tried to remember if she had forgotten something crucial about the previous night.

Amid her contemplation, she gradually became aware of Sam calling her, drawing her attention back to the present. Her focus shifted from her thoughts to the person standing beside her. However, instead of seeing Sam, her eyes met Sano's. Startled, Y/N jumped and let out a screech. Her natural instincts kicked in, and she leaped backward onto the bed, her back hitting the headboard and wall with a hard thud. Y/N's gaze never wavered from the perceived threat as her heart raced, ready for action.

Amid her panic, she could hear Sam's voice emanating from Sano, asking, "Y/N!? What's wrong!?" On Dean's side, he stepped forward, trying to analyze the situation and understand why Y/N was looking at his brother in such terror. However, in Y/N's eyes, she saw Jason, and now both of her enemies were staring at her. Tension and fear filled the room as the unexpected confrontation unfolded.

Dean gazed at Y/N with a cautious expression, wariness in his movements. He questioned Sam, his voice tinged with uncertainty, "You think this is part of the hex?"

Sam's unwavering focus remained on Y/N as he explained, "No. I think she is hallucinating again."

As the brothers tried to calm Y/N down, Sam moved slowly, wary of setting her off again. In her mind, Y/N was fighting against the images that threatened to overwhelm her. She knew that what she was seeing wasn't real, but the emotions that came with the hallucinations were too intense to shake off. They were a constant reminder of the pain and fear she had endured in the past.

With Sam's gentle urging, Y/N finally started to come out of the trance, closing her eyes to concentrate. Her breathing slowed, and her heart rate returned to normal. The image of Jason and Sano faded as she focused on the present, aware of the familiar surroundings and the comfort the brothers brought.

Sam's voice was soothing as he stayed close to her, his hands resting on her shoulders. He whispered, "It's okay. You're safe."

Dean, on the other hand, was angry. “It’s happening again isn’t it?” He had seen the bruises on Y/N's back and knew that she was hurting. “The nightmares and hallucinations.”

Y/N took a deep breath and opened her eyes, her gaze shifting from Sam to Dean. She knew the brothers were there for her, and she appreciated their support. But now, with Dean's anger rising, she could sense the tension in the room. She tried to give him a reassuring smile, but her bruised body reminded her of the pain she was feeling, and she winced.

“You were supposed to tell us Damnit!” Dean ran his hand through his hair with irritation.

“How long has this been going on?” Dean’s voice was spent as he waited for an answer.

“Since the run-in with the Djin last week.” Y/N could bring herself to look at either brother as she was forced to admit the struggle she had been going through.

Dean noticed her discomfort, and his expression softened. He took a few steps towards her, his hand reaching out to her cheek. He ran his thumb along the dark circles beneath her eyes, courtesy of little sleep, asking, "Did they do this to you.. in your nightmare?"

Y/N nodded her head, feeling tears prick at the corner of her eyes. The thought of facing such pain and humiliation again was unbearable, and she couldn't help but feel weak. She tried to fight back the tears, but couldn't be stopped, the emotions she had been suppressing for so long were laid bare now. The brothers were taken aback by her sudden shift, but Sam was quick to react, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her into a comforting embrace.

Dean stayed by their side, his hand soothingly rubbing her back gently. They knew the pain she felt was great, but they were determined to protect her and keep her safe.

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The brothers made their way back to the witches' house, ensuring that Y/N was composed enough to be left alone for a while. They knew there were valuable items to collect - items that could be useful to them as well as stuff that needed to be kept out of the wrong hands or from being discovered by ordinary people. Sam and Dean meticulously gathered what they wanted, and then piled the rest of it all up in the center of the house.

“We can't leave anything behind that could screw someone over.” Dean tossed some old odd ball items into the pile.

“Yeah, and who knows what spells or hexes are in this stuff.” Sam was inspecting a wooden box as he spoke.

With everything of importance gathered, the brothers took a step back and exchanged knowing glances. They were ready to rid the world of the witch's evil legacy. Dean produced a lighter, flicked it, and dropped it onto the pile, setting it ablaze. The fire quickly consumed the house and everything inside.

As Y/N waited for her lover's return, her mind wandered to vivid memories of her past. She thought back to the nightmares that had plagued her lately, a cruel manifestation of the trauma she had experienced before meeting Sam and Dean.

Y/N knew that Sam and Dean couldn't always protect her from everything, but she was grateful for their presence in her life. They gave her strength and made her believe that she was worth more.

As she continued to dwell on her past, Y/N's thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. She hesitated for a moment, staring at the door as her heart rate quickened. She didn't know whether to expect the brothers or someone else.

With a deep breath, Y/N got up from the bed, still feeling the pain in her back but determined not to show any weakness. She walked to the door and peered through the peephole, surprised to see a figure she didn't recognize. Y/N hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do, before deciding to open the door and confront the stranger.

Standing before her was a tall, broad-shouldered man with chiseled features and long, wavy hair. It was then that Y/N felt the dangerous energy he exuded, causing Y/N to tense up immediately. The man's eyes raked over her body, and Y/N couldn't help but feel violated by his gaze. She took a step back, instinctively wary of the stranger.

The man spoke in a deep, smooth voice that sent shivers down Y/N's spine. "May I come in?" he asked his tone almost a command as he stepped into the room without waiting for an answer.

Y/N stepped to the side, allowing the man to enter the room without touching her. As he strode inside, she couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding. Who was this man, and why was he here?

Y/N couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off about the stranger. She watched him closely as he made himself comfortable on the chair in the corner of the room. His piercing gaze never left Y/N, and she could feel his eyes roaming over her body. She took a few steps back, putting some distance between them before cautiously asking, "Who are you and what do you want?"

The stranger didn't seem taken aback by her wary tone. Instead, he leaned back in the chair and replied in a casual voice, "I'm Mark. And I'm here because I heard you have a unique gift."

Y/N narrowed her eyes, unsure of what to make of Mark's words. "What kind of gift?" she asked, her voice laced with suspicion.

Mark grinned, showing off white teeth. "I heard you're a Kitsune. The last one on earth, to be precise."

Y/N's eyes widened at his words, and she took a step back. "How do you know that?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Mark stood up, towering over her as he moved in closer. Y/N felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up as he leaned in and whispered, "Let's just say I have connections. And I'm interested in you."

Y/N knew better than to trust this stranger, she had encountered many individuals seeking to exploit her unique Kitsune abilities before. Her heart raced as she searched for a way out. She silently cursed herself, how did she end up in this situation AGAIN!?.

"I'm not interested in whatever you have to offer," Y/N said firmly, taking a step back for every step he moved forward. "You need to leave now."

Mark's expression remained the same, his eyes burning into hers. "I don't think you understand the gravity of the situation," he said, his tone turning menacing. "You see, I have something that you want, and you have something that I want."

Y/N's mind was racing. What could he possibly have that she needed or wanted? She tried to keep her expression neutral as she asked, "And what would that be?"

Mark stepped even closer, reaching out a hand to touch her cheek. Y/N moved back, her heart racing.

"Don't touch me," she hissed, her eyes narrowing in warning. "What do you want?"

Mark's grin widened, his eyes flickering with malice and something else that made Y/N's skin crawl. "I want your power, Kitsune. And I'm willing to offer you something in return."

Y/N's stomach clenched as his words registered. She knew all too well what people like Mark wanted from her – her unique Kitsune abilities. But she couldn't let him have them, not at any cost.

"I'm not interested," she said resolutely, praying that the brothers would come back soon. She needed their help to get rid of this guy.

Mark's eyes narrowed, practically glowing with anger. "You should be, Kitsune. I can offer you something that no one else can." Mark leaned down to whisper into Y/N's ear, "Pleasure beyond your wildest dreams."

Y/N's heart stuttered in her chest as his words registered. She may have been in a relationship with the brothers, but that didn't mean she was interested in anyone else. And especially not someone like Mark.

"I said no," she repeated as she attempted to back away from him but found herself against a wall. Despite her compromised position, Y/N stood tall and strong as she warned, "You need to leave now before things get ugly."

Mark's expression turned thunderous, his fists clenching at his sides. "You're making a big mistake, Kitsune," he growled, taking a menacing step forward. "You don't know who you're dealing with."

But Y/N wasn't easily intimidated. Facing down evil creatures and protecting innocent people had made her tough.

"I know exactly who I'm dealing with," Y/N said, her voice firm and resolute. "You're a nobody. A creep who preys on vulnerable women and thinks he can get away with it. Well, you picked the wrong Kitsune to mess with."

Mark laughed, a cold, humorless sound that sent chills down Y/N's spine. "You think you're tough?" he taunted, stepping closer. "Let's see how you handle this." In one swift movement, he reached out and grabbed Y/N, pulling her close.

Y/N struggled against him, using all her strength to break free. Mark was surprisingly strong, but Y/N refused to give up without a fight. She kicked and thrashed, but Mark held on tight.

"You're going to regret this," Y/N spat, her eyes flashing with anger. "Let me go!"

But Mark only laughed, tightening his grip even further. "Oh, I don't think so. You're going to give me what I want, Kitsune. And then maybe, just maybe, I'll let you go."

Y/N's heart raced as she felt Mark's hot breath on her neck. She knew she had to act fast if she wanted to get out of this alive.

As Y/N was thrashing about, trying to break free from Mark's hold, he managed to drag her out of her motel room and onto the evening streets. Her eyes began to glow red, and she felt her energy being drained away. Panicking, she shouted, "What the hell is happening!?"

It was then that Y/N noticed the markings on Mark's arms that enveloped her. They were wards, specifically designed to trap kitsunes. Her mind instantly raced back to Olivia and Emma, the only other place she had seen these marks.

Mark stopped when they both heard the cocking of a gun and a loud, booming voice calling out, "Drop the girl, dirtbag!" Sam and Dean had arrived, pistols drawn, carefully approaching the scene.

Mark grinned and scoffed, "I guess the two of you were just too much for the little witch, huh?"

Another voice came from the opposite side of the parking lot, a voice that sent chills down Y/N's spine. "Regardless, you've done well, Mark. A fine catch, unlike some," Sano spoke, glancing disapprovingly at Jason.

Now, the standoff was intense. On one side stood the Winchester brothers, ready with their guns. On the other side were Sano, Jason, and a few more demons. Caught in the middle, Y/N was restrained by a hulking man. The tension in the parking lot was palpable, and everyone knew that something significant was about to happen.

Y/N froze in Mark's arms, her heart pounding as she listened closely to the chilling voice. It was a voice she had hoped was another hallucination, but the reality was crueler. Sano and Jason were indeed present. Dean called out, concern lacing his voice, "Y/N? You still with us, sweetheart?"

Her eyes darted to the ground, fear and anger mixing within her. Sam's voice reached her, explaining, "They've been here the whole time, watching us. They set the witch up to create tension between us and split us up so you were alone."

Jason chuckled cruelly, his tone dripping with mockery, "Sounds like someone spilled the beans. Well, I guess she got what she deserved."

Y/N's face twisted in pain and anger at the thought of another person being used as bait. Her eyes pulsed with a red glow as she tried to break free from Mark's unrelenting grip. Sano spoke in a condescending tone, "Now come along quietly, darling, or do we have to do this the hard way."

Seizing a moment of defiance, Y/N slammed her head backward, bashing Mark's nose. But he did not release her. Sano, however, seemed unperturbed, sighing with a smile as he snapped his fingers. A man from Sano's side advanced toward Mark and Y/N on the command. Seeing the man approaching, Sam, who had his pistol trained on Sano's group, called out, "Stop!" He tried to shoot, but both Sam and Dean's guns were sent flying out of their hands.

The man reached Y/N and stood before her, looking up at her slightly due to her being held off the ground. His eyes held a wicked glint as he smiled, untrusting of Y/N's defiance. With a defiant greeting, she spat in the man's face and warned, "If you do this, you will regret it."

Unfazed, the man slapped Y/N across the face, and then his grip tightened around her jaw. He hissed, "I'm going to enjoy you."

Simultaneously, Dean and Sam darted toward Y/N with the intent to rescue her. They clashed with Jason and another demon who appeared to block their path.

Meanwhile, the man before Y/N forced her mouth open, allowing the black smoke billowing from his mouth to slip into hers. A sense of foreboding hung in the air as this ominous event unfolded.

As the smoke flowing from the demon's mouth ceased, his body fell limp to the ground. Sam and Dean managed to land punches on the foes they were each fighting, causing them to crash to the ground just in time to witness Mark releasing Y/N from his hold. However, their relief was mixed with caution. Sam and Dean hesitated to approach her, for there was uncertainty in the air.

Y/N, her shoulders rolling, took a few steps forward until she stood alone between the opposing sides. Sam heard the weight in Dean's whispered words, "No…”

“Dean, please tell me she has the tattoo." Sam’s voice was rushed and panicked.

Dean was at a loss for words, his eyes locked on to Y/N, who stood there with a chilling smile. Waves of terror, regret, anger, and more crashed through the brothers as they watched Y/N's head loll to the side. Her eyes turned to solid black. Sam and Dean were already running through a multitude of possible scenarios, and most of them did not end well.

On the other side, Jason and Mark joined Sano's side in victory. Sano nodded, announcing, "Alright, let's get going now. Still, lots to do."

The demons seemed to evaporate one by one into the shadows as they followed Sano, leaving Mark and Jason to gather the empty vassal. With effortless ease, they hoisted the limp, meat suit onto their backs as Jason called for "Trey" to follow. Not a single flicker of movement escaped Y/N - not even an eyelid batted - as her unblinking eyes pinned the brothers with a menacing gaze so dark and void it seemed like any hope that had occupied them was completely extinguished.

Jason bellowed for Trey one last time but to no avail. Y/N smirked, the twisted corners of her lips curling upwards with a hint of satisfaction as she slightly cocked her head. Then in a startling motion, her face flung backward and a stream of pitch-black smoke spewed from between her lips. The billowing wisps of dark energy coiled around the air like an evil serpent, before snaking back into the vessel that Mark and Jason still grasped tightly. It slithered through the opening, reclaiming its sinister control.

The acrid smoke finally dissipated, and Y/N’s eyes flared to life in a furious shade of crimson. Her features hardened into an icy mask as she carefully turned from Dean and Sam to Jason, Mark, and Trey with disdain. Her rage reached peak intensity upon seeing Trey seize control of his vessel again. She was livid.

Trey's face twisted with fear and revulsion, as he shoved Mark and Jason out of his way, toppling himself onto the dirt. He screamed an anguished cry, "MONSTER! She's a MONSTER!" A torrent of emotions had been unleashed within him, memories and secrets that previously lay dormant released in a storm. Y/N stood like a colossus unmoving, her terrifying stare locked on Trey as he scrambled up from the ground and raced away in a complete frenzy.

Jason turned his attention back to Y/N, meeting her unyielding gaze head-on, while Mark remained vigilant, never letting her out of his sight. The tense silence hung in the evening air, pregnant with uncertainty.

Without exchanging a word, a subtle glance passed between Jason and Mark, and Mark nodded in response. Then, in the blink of an eye, the two demons vanished, leaving Y/N and the brothers alone once more.

Y/N, her back still turned to the brothers, closed her eyes, attempting to find calm within herself. As she focused, her eyes gradually shifted from their eerie red back to their natural color. The tension had not entirely dissipated, but at least for now, they were free from the immediate threat.

Dean and Sam cautiously approached Y/N's side. As they neared, she turned to face them, her voice trailing off as she prepared to speak. Before she could say anything, she was enveloped in a warm, reassuring embrace. The tension in Y/N's body visibly melted away as she found herself in Sam's comforting arms.

Dean's voice reached her ears, filled with a mixture of relief and exasperation. He said, "We're glad you're alright, but damn it, that scared the crap out of us."

Sam gently released his hold on Y/N and spoke with a determined tone, "We're getting you an anti-possession tattoo."

Y/N simply nodded in agreement, not wanting to argue the point about its necessity. She then felt Dean's hand atop her head as he pulled her closer, his arm wrapping around her shoulders. With a protective stance, he guided her back towards the motel room.

Dean's voice remained reassuring as he said, "Come on, let's get back inside."

Back inside the motel room, the atmosphere was a mix of relief and lingering tension. Y/N sat on the edge of the bed, still shaken by the recent possession. The room was dimly lit, casting elongated shadows across the walls.

Dean paced the room before he stood in front of her, his expression softening. He spoke gently, "Y/N, you've got to tell us what happened. I mean, you fought off a demon possession!”

Y/N met Dean's gaze steadily before turning her attention to Sam, leaning against the table. She took a deep breath before speaking, the words tumbling out of her all at once, "It's not the first time I've had to fight off a possession. Sano must have known that and was trying to wear me down."

Sam's eyes widened in disbelief. "Between the witch and the nightmares starting suddenly that makes sense but still that's amazing, Y/N. I mean, demons are incredibly powerful beings. It's almost impossible to fight them off without the cure."

In the dimly lit motel room, Dean's gaze remained fixated on Y/N. Something felt off, her exhaustion palpable as her voice waned with each word she spoke.

“Hey, you doing alright?” Dean asked as he leaned down to look her over a bit.

“Yeah, just tired. Just because I can do it doesn't mean it's easy. Kitsune have a natural resistance to possession, but it's not foolproof, ya know?” Y/N nodded slowly, her hand reaching up to massage her temples, her fatigue evident in every line of her face.

“Well, hey, why don't you get ready for bed while Dean and I get the car squared away, and then we'll be in to join you. Yeah?” Sam, sensing something amiss, rose from his seat. He exchanged a silent glance with Dean, who found his brother's intentions somewhat perplexing.

Though Y/N was oblivious to their unspoken communication, she agreed with a nod, rising from her seat and making her way to the bathroom.

Once outside the motel room, with the night air enveloping them, Dean couldn't help but wonder about Sam's motives.

“Alright Sammy, so what are we doing out here”

Sam leaned against the Impala, his gaze focused on the starlit sky, searching for the right words to express his growing concerns.

“Dean. When a demon possesses you, they have access to all your thoughts, your memories, and... your secrets.”

“Yeah. And?” Dean acknowledged Sam's explanation, but he wasn't entirely prepared for what his brother would say next.

Sam seemed hesitant, torn by doubt and uncertainty as he revealed his worries. “Y/N fought off a demon who had possessed her for what, three minutes? And when he returned to his vassal, he was completely terrified of her. Even called her a monster.”

“Wait, you aren't having second thoughts about her, are you? Just because some random demon who tried to abduct her called her a monster?” Dean's face contorted in disbelief, his eyes wide with the shock of Sam's revelation.

“What? No!? I'm just concerned that maybe there are things about her she hasn't told us yet.” Sam was quick to clarify, hurt by Dean's assumption, and eager to express his true feelings.

“So what? We've done things we aren't proud of in the past. You think that would stop her from accepting who we are now?” Dean's stern expression remained his loyalty to Y/N unwavering as he offered his perspective on the situation.

Sam watched Dean, a subtle grin playing at the corners of his mouth. He couldn't help but be touched by the protectiveness that enveloped his older brother. It was a side of Dean that didn't surface often, and when it did, there was no mistaking the depth of his feelings for Y/N.

“What?”, Dean's brow furrowed at Sam's reaction, confusion etching his features.

Sam held Dean's gaze for a moment, his smile finally breaking through. He chuckled softly. “Nothing, sorry.” Clearing his throat to conceal the lingering grin, Sam leaned in closer to his brother.

“Look, you're right. She has and I don't doubt her. But I also don't want to wake up one day and realize there's a part of her she felt she couldn't share with us.” Sam's voice wavered slightly as he tried to express his concern. He understood Dean's faith in Y/N, but he couldn't shake the feeling that there was something she held back.

“Something that Demon saw clearly freaked him out, and I'm willing to bet it's something she still struggles with.”

“Alright.” Dean nodded in quiet agreement, “But only if she’s willing, we aren’t gonna force it if she doesn’t want to talk about it.”

“Yeah of course.” Sam nodded as he tried to contain his grin; knowing that his brother was more likely to actually push the matter.

“The spell has worn off right?” Dean paused before turning to the motel door and looked at Sam with suspicion in his eyes, not so much towards Sam but more that he understood his brother’s silent judgement and knew that he was right.

“Yeah. It’s been more then 24 hours. It should have worn off by now.” Sam’s reassuring words seemed to ease Dean’s appropriation since he was unable to hear an alternative ’true’ statement from Sam.

Dean nodded as he lead Sam back into the motel room, aware of the complexities of their lives and the secrets they carried.

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