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creativeskullcreations · 4 years

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Outside chapter 5: Nothing is that Simple

Chapter five is here y'all! Here we meet someone entirely new, and find that maybe Scout kept a few more secrets than even Stacy thought.

Also another peek into Stacy's past. Let's just say she's had a hell of a Christmas when she was twelve. >:3

Stacy typed up the back-up article, focusing on things that would turn would-be explorers away. So far it was bad structural integrity and recently used needles all over the place, with a dash of rabid rats crawling in the shadows. She'd have Will read it over later, make sure it was good enough to drive people away without attracting them. He was usually pretty good at that sort of thing, having helped her with it before.

Speaking of Will, she looked down when her phone dinged, a message flashing on the screen.

"am prking now be up soon with the goods"

"Good news Scout! Will's just parked and is on his way up. And he brought pizza!" She announced, getting up and heading into the kitchen area. "I'll go get some plates set up."

There wasn't an answer, and to be honest Stacy didn't expect one. She wondered, briefly, if maybe she was moving Scout along too fast, but dismissed the thought. 'It's only two more people, and then nobody else until next week. Surely she should be okay with that?'

She put the plates on the table, then peeked over at the couch, which was now completely empty save for the two large pillows. The corner of one pillow moved slightly, and Stacy had to suppress a snort. 'Great hiding spot there, Scout. Wouldn't ever know you were there.' She turned back to the table, placing two paper plates on opposite sides of the table, and a smaller plate beside where she would sit. As she got down a couple of cups, she heard a knock on the door. Setting the cups on the counter, she rushed to the door and unlocked it.

"Will!" She greeted, taking the bottle of Mountain Dew from him. She moved away quickly so he could enter, closing and locking the door behind him.

"Hey babe." He put the pizza box on the table between the plates, then turned to look at her, doing a double take. "What the hell happened to your mouth?"

"Long story." Stacy told him. "I'll tell you all about it after you meet Scout. Wait a second while I go get her." She went over to the couch and moved one of the pillows to see Scout ducked down, glaring up at her.

"I am not coming out!" She hissed out, trying to squeeze in behind the other pillow. "You can't fucking make me!"

"Come on, you'll like Will." Stacy insisted quietly. "He's like Sammy, but, y'know, cooler."

The Puppet just shook her head, drawing back further into the little fabric cave she'd made. Stacy simply moved the pillow and picked her up, ignoring her struggling as she brought her over to her boyfriend.

"This is Scout!" She announced, holding her out to Will. Scout stayed limp in her hands, letting her head loll to the side and keeping a blank stare on her face. Stacy felt her smile fall, but was unsure of what to do. Will leaned in, examining the Puppet.

"Ew." He said. "It's a gross, old puppet." Stacy frowned and opened her mouth, but was cut off by Scout suddenly snapping upright.

"Fucking excuse you?!" She yelled. Stacy flinched at the tone. The last time she sounded that angry had been when she'd threatened to kill her.

"OH FUCK!" He drew back, arms up like she would try and jump at his face. "It's a haunted gross old puppet!"

Scout made an offended noise, and Stacy quickly pulled her back. "Don't be rude, Will! She just hasn't had a bath yet." She looked away, unsure of what else to say. 'Should I tell her off, too?'

Will glanced from Puppet to Host, an increasingly worried look on his face. "I have to talk to you. In private. Right now." He then turned and went straight to the bedroom, not even waiting for an answer.

"Okay!" She put Scout down on the table, then turned and followed Will into the bedroom. She closed the door behind her, and was immediately grabbed by the shoulders.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" Will whisper-shouted. "Don't you remember what happened last time?!"

"Scout's not like... that." She told him, knocking his hands away. She crossed her arms and tried to sound firm. "She doesn't need someone to feed her or brush her or coddle her. And there isn't some haunted toy hunting us down just because she's here."

"That's not the point!" He insisted, grabbing at his hair. "You've put yourself and everyone in this building in danger by bringing it here!"

"Her, Will. I think. She hasn't actually said one way or the other." Stacy shrugged, scratching at the side of her mouth and flinching when she brushed the wounds there. "And I already told you, it's not the same! This won't be like when we were kids, Will, trust me!"

"Y'know, I would love to. But then, you did this!"

"She's not even a Waygetter!" Stacy struggled to keep her voice low. 'No need for Scout to hear this. She wouldn't understand.' "I checked. She doesn't even know the company, so she's completely safe."

"It's a haunted Puppet you found in an abandoned building!"

"Ah..." That building had not been abandoned in any sense of the word. "She's not haunted."

"Possessed, then!" Will insisted, looking desperate.

"Also a no. She's her own person, as far as I can tell." She told him. Will picked up a pillow and yelled into it. Stacy waited patiently, not even reacting to the muffled sound. "How are you so calm about this?!" He asked when he finished, pillow still smooshed to his face.

She opened her mouth, then closed it with a shrug. "I dunno. It has been a few days, though. I think I've just had time to get used to it." He growled, finally moving the pillow and clutching it to his chest. "Look, I got everything that happened all written down. If you want, you can read through it. Because it is a pretty long story."

"Fine." He ground out, dropping the pillow back on the bed. "But I'm still pissed off at you for doing this. You should know better by now."

"Yeah. I know." She gave him a kiss on the cheek. He just glared at her, though she ignored it. "Now come on, let's go eat before the pizza gets cold and the soda gets warm." She led him out of the room, only for them to pause when they opened the door.

Scout was standing on the table, one large slice of pizza hanging out of her mouth as she stared, frozen, back at them. Stacy sighed. "At least use a plate." She went over and handed the Puppet the small paper plate. She let the slice drop onto it, the tip mashed beyond belief and sauce dripping out of her mouth. Will gave the sight a disgusted look(not that Stacy could blame him). He didn't say anything about it, however, and instead went to the computer and and sat down at it. He quickly clicked over to the proper document and scrolled up to the top. "Alright Stace, let's see what happened to you..."

'I guess her teeth are pretty different...' Meanwhile, Stacy was cutting Scout's pizza up, if only to keep her from making a mess of herself. 'And she doesn't have a lot of them. It's probably good that she's watching me do this so she can know how...' "Okay, this should be good for you to eat. Please try not to make a mess of my couch. It takes forever to get it clean..."

"Yeah yeah." Scout immediately shoved two pieces into her mouth and started her open-mouthed "chewing", reminding Stacy more than a little of the Cookie Monster. To keep from laughing, she plated up another slice and poured a glass of soda for Will, who was already deep into what her and Scout had written.

"Don't strain yourself, babe." She placed the plate and cup beside him. "Mmm..." He ignored her, but did pick up the pizza and started eating it. Seeing that that was all she was going to get out of him, Stacy turned back to the table, only to see Scout had gone back to her pillow cave, taking her pizza with her. With a sigh she sat at the table, not bothering to get herself a slice.

'This is wrong. We should all be sitting here. They should like each other why don't they like each other? Did I do something wrong?' She shook her head, running her hands through her hair. 'It's fine it'll be fine. They just need time. It's not you it's not youit'snotyouit'snOTYOU' She rubbed at her eyes and suppressed a sigh. 'I need more pills.'

She stood and went over to the counter, grabbing the bottle out of the medicine cabinet. She dumped the dose in her hand and dry swallowed, immediately regretting her decision as she choked on the pills. 'That never works, idiot!' She scolded herself as she got a bottle of water and chugged from it.

'This day is a disaster. Will's mad at me. Scout's probably mad at me.' Stacy sighed, dropping back into her chair and letting her head drop onto the table. 'Fuck my life with a cactus.'

'Fuckfuckfuckfuck! Scout do you even know what you've done to us?!' A Hand Puppet with peachy skin and dark blue pigtails raced though the halls. Close behind her was something that had once been a friend, but was now just another tool of her cruel masters.

Luckily, she had been through this particular section of the warehouse enough that she had long since memorized the route. Jump to the shelf, ceiling lamp, top of the door. Drop down and crawl through and into the bucket that hid the entrance to their hiding hole. Behind her she could hear flapping wings as her pursuer flew through the doorway, thankfully too late to spot where she'd gone. Still, she waited for a moment in the entrance to be sure.

"The eldest returns with news of outside. And, perhaps, of how much longer we must hide?" The Puppet turned at the voice, finding two other Hand Puppets crawling out of the tunnel. The one that had spoken had yellow skin and orange hair, while the other had blue skin and red hair.

"Forever, Stitch! We've gotta hide forever because Scout had to be selfish!" The other one spat out. She crossed her arms and glared at the dirty floor, looking like she could kick something if she only had the legs for it.

"Would you both be quiet! Hibird's outside! If he finds us, we're all dead!" The Puppet that had just entered hissed at the other two. She grabbed their arms and started pulling them deeper into the hole. "Come on! I actually do have news, and Bonzai should hear it too."

Together the three Puppets Jumped their way through the tiny tunnel, going a secret way known only to the five of them. Eventually, they came to a small, boarded up room that any human would find claustrophobic. What was once an old storage closet now served as a hidden base for the latest of Daisy's "children". As far as they could tell, no other Puppets knew of the place, and the entrance was too small for them to get into either way. Inside was one other Hand Puppet, one with orange skin and green hair.

"Girls!" He exclaimed, dropping down from the shelf he was on. "I thought you were all dead! I was just preparing my awesome plan to go avenge you!" He threw a few fake punches, which the first Puppet glared at, catching his cloth fists.

"Bonzai, you would do no such thing!" She insisted. "If something happens to us, you're supposed to stay in here until Daisy makes more!" "Calm down, Canon. I could totally take them if I wanted to." He huffed, pulling away.

"No, you can't! That's why we're in here!" Canon told him. "We have to stay hidden until Mortimer calls for us, you know that!"

"Do not fight, siblings dear. Hibird or another could be close and hear." Stitch told them. "Canon has news of what has happened. Tell us, has our youngest sister met her end?"

There was a pause as the blue haired Puppet looked around. "No. As far as I could find out, Scout's still alive." There was a collective sigh of relief from the other three, though it didn't last long as Canon continued. "But, she managed to get herself and her defective Host outside somehow. Riley's furious, madder than I've ever seen her. Even Rosco's hiding from her."

"The mutt? He never hides from anything." The red-headed Puppet said. "Much less the mad 'doctor'."

"Well, he is this time, Bit. But that's not the worst of it." She took a deep breath, preparing herself to say the next thing. "Mortimer's completely calm about this." "Mr. Handee himself has had no reaction? Would this not be an event to spur even him to action?" Stitch asked, concerned.

"You'd think, but no. Riley's madder than he is. He just sort of said... 'Yeah okay.' and left it at that." Canon suppressed a shudder. "I'm worried that he planned this somehow. And what his plans could mean for Scout. And the rest of us."

"I'm just mad that she found a way outside and didn't tell us." Bonzai said. "She knows I want to see the ocean and climb some rocks."

"Yeah! How could she leave us here like that?!" Bit asked angrily. "She knows we all want to see what's really out there!"

"Quiet, the both of you! We've no idea of what Scout really tried to do. If it was truly Mortimer's plan, she would have had no choice in when she ran." Stitch scolded, shoving herself between them. The other two looked away, in shame, though Bit kept her glare.

"And we still don't even know if it is a plan." Canon said. "For all we know, she got lucky, found a hole in the wall, and crawled out." She paused, checking to make sure the others were paying attention. "The best we can hope for at this point is that she doesn't come back, and that we can stay hidden until we find out what's really going on here."

"What?!" Her siblings looked shocked.

"Why should we hope for that?!" Bit questioned. "I want her to come home, and tell us about everything she saw out there!"

"Because if she does come back, Riley <i>will</i> to tear her apart to find out why she can't control her Hosts." Canon told them, struggling to keep her cool. "She'll destroy her so much, there'll be nothing left, and then do the same to the rest of us. She was on her last one anyways, and she failed harder than anyone else ever has. She not only couldn't control her Host, she managed to Wake it up."

A shocked silence was all the reply she got from that, her younger siblings just staring at her.

"Isn't that supposed to be impossible?" Bonzai asked finally, uncharacteristically quiet. "The spell Mortimer does... it's meant to be permanent."

"I don't know." Canon admitted. "Something might have gone wrong with the spell, or something went wrong with Scout. It doesn't matter, Riley intends to find out either way." Her gaze hardened. "Which is why all of us have to stay hidden. Find Daisy and cry, if we have to. Because without Scout, we're the next best thing Riley has to a way to figure out the answer."

She watched her younger siblings exchange fearful looks, even Bonzai looking afraid. 'Good.' She thought to herself. 'Whatever keeps them safe. Even if we have to go find Daisy again, I won't let anyone else get hurt because of this.

I can't.'

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naturallysuperbullshit · 4 years

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S2 E17: Heart

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back to Cali finally - were they purposefully avoiding it after Jess?

Oh wait shit isn't this the episode where Sam has to shoot his girlfriend

Fucking Winter Soldier looking motherfucker by the window jsndjsksksjs

Oh god I forgot how gruesome this ep is

Amazing what people will accept... Sam does not look like a detective in his usual getup lmao

Dean is so excited about a werewolf hunt hshsjsjsnsns

???? How does Madison afford a big, beautiful house like this in San Francisco on a paralegal's salary alone????

IS SHE EVEN A FULL PARALEGAL, BC SAM JUST CALLED HER AN "ASSISTANT"

Oh Winter Solider asshole is the ex??? Honey I know that a lot of us enjoy staring at Sebastian Stan but a guy who looks like brainwashed Bucky irl is usually NOT good news

Kurt's a fucking ghost I guess, vanishing like that in 2 seconds. Or an angel, but he's too greasy looking for that.

What the fuck kind of fisheye lens do they have on the camera to represent the werewolf's POV jdjsjskksks

-inhuman growling noise- cop "somebody there?" dude if anything it sounded like a rabid dog, not a person, you're an idiot

I am even more confused, it's an apartment?????? It definitely looked like just a big house in the earlier shots - where the FUCK does Madison live!!

Hdjejsjsjsjshhsjsjdhs the rock-paper-scissors scene "Dean. Always with the scissors."

What a fucking power-move I love Madison

Oh lord I forgot she got Sammy hooked on a soap opera hshshsjsjs. I want it to be Days Of Our Lives so bad 😂😂😂 hell it might be, I've never actually seen the fucking thing

You know it's kind of cruel that this episode is set in California considering what happens. Maybe they should avoid the state from here on out.

-sad noises- oh Madison........

Sam that is literally the creepiest fucking thing you could say right now considering that Madison woke up from what she thinks was a normal night's sleep and is somehow nude

Amazing that none of the neighbors hear Sam and Madison shouting about werewolves

Where the hell did John come up with the "bloodline" theory anyways like what proof did he have of that to begin with

Will you two stop splitting up jfc nothing good ever comes from it

"The odds aren't exactly in our favor" -insert Hunger Games joke here-

"I'll just be a bad memory" no, Sam, if she had lived through this, you would have been a fucking traumatic event

Dude got shot in the chest three times and can still talk???????

Sam you cannot POSSIBLY be intending to just LEAVE without making sure that Madison is cured - Okay good

"You know, for a stakeout, your car's a bit conspicuous." Finally someone said it lmao

Can we get a fucking bandage for Sam's face, those claw marks are pretty nasty

Why doesn't she turn that night tho, do they explain that?

The fucking Breakfast Club air punch Dean pls

Once again, this sex scene is too long. I don't wanna see this :/

I will say it's a little funny to see Sam shirtless without the anti-possession tat like that's just such an iconic part of the boys looks later on lmao

Yeah why didn't they check with Bobby to begin with honestly

It's honestly pretty cruel on Madison's part to ask Sam to shoot her like... in her position, I'm pretty sure i would've asked Dean to do it, so that Sam wasn't carrying that burden

"She asked me to" and she SHOULDNT HAVE just let Dean do it Sam, please, you don't need this on top of everything else

"Heart" final thoughts: this episode as a whole is incredibly cruel to Sam, but from an objective standpoint, it's a good episode. The twist is good and makes sense, even if they never explain why Madison didn't turn that night the boys stayed with her.

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fictionalabyss · 5 years

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Pairing : Sam x Reader, Dean x Reader.

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Warning : Threaten of violence/gun to the face (pretty cannon), Puppy play, Role play, nudity / public nudity, public urination, Dom/Sub dynamic, Sub!Sam, Sub!Dean, Dom!Reader, Dean has a hard time accepting this dynamic and tries to dominate Sam through play/wrestling (mentioned), Leather masks, smut - use of unusual object for clitoral stimulation, vaginal penetration, Praise kink.

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Two weeks. That’s how long it took for Dean Winchester to show up at your door. And he didn’t knock, nor was he polite about it when he finally showed his face. You woke up to the sound of a gun cocking. “Where the fuck is my brother?”

“You must be the always delightful Dean.” You stretched, unfazed by the gun pointed in your face, or the fact that it was pointed at you while you were naked. “I see you’re just as charming as they say.”

“Where the fuck is Sam?”

“I’m surprised you didn’t see him coming in. I’m also surprised he let you in without waking me..”

“What do you mean?” You could see the confusion on his face and wondered what had been said when he asked around the neighborhood. What did they tell him?

You whistled, long and loud. Dean’s jaw clenched, his fingers gripping his gun just a touch tighter as he glared at you through his confusion. Hearing a noise in the hall, you waited patiently as it got closer. And then you heard the growl.

“What the-” Dean stared wide eyed at the naked man wearing a leather dog mask that growled from the floor. “Sammy?” The growl got louder and more threatening.

“If you want him to stop, you should lower the gun.” You sat up in bed. “He’s very protective of me.”

“What the fuck did she do to you?” Dean stepped closer, but jumped back when Sam seemed to snap at him. “What did you do to him!?”

“Nothing.”

“Bullshit nothing! Look at him! He’s like a rabid fucking animal!”

“No, he’s not. He’s a good boy. Aren’t you, Sam?” You pat the bed, and Sam quickly obeyed and jumped up, settling next to you but not taking his eyes off his brother.

“Undo it.” Dean growled, and when he took a threatening step, Sam was back up and growling.

“There’s nothing to undo.”

“I know what you are, you’re a witch.”

“I am. But it’s no spell, Dean.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Ask him yourself.” Turning, you began to undo the straps that held the mask in place. Once Sam was free of it, he gave his head a shake. “Such a handsome boy.” You ran your fingers through his hair and he leaned into it. “You may speak freely, Samuel.”

Sam cleared his throat a few times before turning to his brother and croaking out a “Hey, Dean.”

Dean looked between the two of you, confused, mind racing to figure out what was going on. “What- What the fuck, Sam? You just disappeared without a fucking trace-”

“Yeah.. sorry about that..” Sam smiled awkwardly. “I’ve been a little…”

“Occupied.” You answered for him.

“So what? Is this like a sex thing?” Dean motioned between the two of you with his gun hand and Sam’s face went beet red.

“N-not really…”

“Help me understand what the fuck is going on then!”

“It’s a release.”

“Of what!?”

“Everything.” you smiled softly at him as you stood, Dean taking a cautious step back. “No worries, no job, no one depending on you, all your basic needs met.” His brow knit as you ran a finger along the side of his face and down along his jaw. “Let me show you, Dean. And you can show me what a good boy you can be.”

You woke up to whining, frantic whining, and opened your eyes to see Dean fidgeting next to the bed. Sam was still sound asleep next to you, but Dean was pawing at him. With a sigh, you got up and stretched. “Alright boys, come on.”

Dean hurried past you and went for the bathroom door. By the time you got to your bedroom door Sam had hopped down off the bed and quietly moved along behind you. Dean gave you a confused look when you moved past him, but followed his brother to see where you two were headed.

Opening the front door, Sam was quick to go outside and to his usual spot along the fence, but Dean hesitated. “I asked you before you put the mask on if you had to go.” You glanced down at him. “You know the rules. Outside, or on the paper.” You motioned behind you into the house.

Dean looked around, it was early enough that the sun was just starting to rise, so the street was empty. He watched as Sam had no shame in lifting his leg and relieving himself. Looking around the yard, he spotted a tree and some small floral bushes near the side of the house and decided if he had to go outside, that’s where he’d go.

As he anxiously moved towards the tree, you watched him and smiled. That was what Sam had done at first too. In fact, Sam still went there when he needed to shit and wanted privacy. Dean stopped at the tree and looked back at you. Deciding to give him what he sought, you motioned into the house. “I’m going to put a shirt on. Be good.”

By the time you returned to the door, Sam was sitting patiently waiting on the step, and Dean was trying to bury his business. Sam looked up at you, so you gave his head a pat.

“Didn’t take your brother to be the shy type.” You chuckled. “Everything I’ve heard about him says otherwise. Interesting..” You watched Dean for another moment before you whistled and he turned. “Hungry?”

Four days. Four days Dean had been with you now, and while he was accepting that he wasn’t in charge, he was far from obedient. And he was getting worse. He was acting out as much as he could. Any time he went out, if someone looked at him, he’d rush the fence. He ruined a carpet yesterday not wanting to go outside or use the paper, and when he couldn’t hold it anymore, he went where he was, growled at you and then ran off to hide. And twice now, you’ve caught him trying to push Sam around, as if he was trying to prove he was the dominant male. They wrestled each other often, but twice now Dean took it just a bit too far.

And for his troubles, Dean was now curled up in a kennel in the corner. It was the calmest he’d been in two days, and he was sound asleep. You sat on the couch with Sam’s head in your lap as you ran your fingers through is hair, the mask set aside. “Is he always like this?” Sam gave a shrug, knowing he couldn’t speak words unless given permission. “You know him best. What does he need?”

Sam lay quiet, watching his brother sleep. Unsure how to answer. Sam had been easy to break in, for a guy who was a control freak. It took two days for Sam to accept that he wasn’t in charge anymore. Another three to relax enough to fully enjoy it and stop pushing against the rules. But where he started to relax, Dean was getting worse. Sam looked up at you, and you gave him a nod. “Perhaps..” his voice was hoarse from not being used for so long. “After supper, you could permit us a drink and I can talk to him? He likes beer and whiskey..”

You nodded again, and Sam smiled before setting back down, back to his role. You heard Dean shifting in his kennel, and you glanced over to see he was now laying on his side. That's when it hit you, you knew what he needed. “That’s why he keeps trying to dominate you..” You shook your head with a chuckle. “Wake him up, let him out. I’ll be in the bedroom.”

Sam nodded as you got up and left. Grabbing his mask, Sam moved on his hands and knees towards the kennel. He opened up the door, and reached in to nudge his brother awake. Dean looked up, and when he saw his brother looking down at him, not the mask, he tried to speak. “Sam? Are we busting-”

Sam put a finger to his lips and motioned towards the bedroom. Dean growled low in his chest but Sam backed up away from the kennel so Dean could get out, and put his mask on.

The brothers crawled to the bedroom, Dean was cautious, not sure what he’d find there, but Sam seemed uncaring, he was just following orders. Making their way into the bedroom, Dean stopped dead when he saw what was waiting for him on the bed.

You were nude, once again. Which was no a rare sight in it’s own, you often paraded around in panties or nothing at all, and it was part of what drove him crazy. He couldn’t figure out how Sam could stand being around it without touching. But you were up on the bed, ass in the air, and chest pressed into the mattress, presenting yourself to him. He glanced to Sam next to him who just sat there, eyes on your bare ass, and Dean could tell Sam was licking his lips under that mask.

“If you submit to me, Dean.” you turned your head to look back at him on the floor behind you. “Then I'll submit to you.” His eyes met yours, and you can see the hunger even behind the mask. “Will you be my good boy?” Dean was quick to nod. “Speak.”

“Y-yes.”

“Show me. Show me my good boy.”

Dean scrambled up onto the bed behind you, desperate to get a taste. The muzzle of his mask stopped and frustrated him. He could smell you so close, feel the heat coming off you, but every time he went in for a taste, the muzzle got in the way.

Dean growled, he wanted to rip the mask off, throw it aside, say fuck it all and dive right in to devour you. But Dean knew that if he did that, if it came off without permission, without you taking it off for him, this would go away. He gave it one last try, one last attempted at a taste. Trying to move his neck in a way he hadn't tried yet, but he had tried them all. Only this time, when he moved forward, the tip of the muzzle pressed at your entrance and you gasped.

Dean pulled back, contemplated for a minute, and then had an idea. He couldn't lick your pussy, he couldn't eat you out like the starved man he was, but he could use that mask for something. Shifting, he used the muzzle to nose at you clit and was rewarded this a shudder from you.

You moaned, hips rolling slightly at the feel of leather sliding between your folds and over your clit. Leather coated in your slick. No one had ever done this to you before, and you had to admit, it felt good.

You were all he could smell under the mask. His cock ached to be buried inside you, feel your warmth and wetness encompass it completely. As he reached down to grip his throbbing cock, his one slip up, he used the very top of the muzzle against your clit before pulling back to dip past your entrance.

“Fuck..” you breathed out, hips pushing back and out in the hopes of finding him, feeling him against you.

It didn't take long to feel Dean over you, his hips flush against yours as he ground against your backside and groaned. Rutting against you would obviously get him nowhere, at least nowhere he wanted to be. He didn't want to coat your ass in his come, well, maybe he did. Just not right now. Right now, he wanted to be balls deep.

Lining himself up, Dean slid home with a groan. He held himself there for a moment, his head down so the tip of the muzzle brushed your back. He felt weird like this, fucking someone while pretending to be a dog. This was fucked up, right?

He pulled back, pushed forward once more and smiled at the moan you let out. “Good boy, Dean.” You praised.

Dean looked back. Sam had moved. No longer behind his brother, Sam sat next to the bed now, like an obedient little bitch except for the throbbing cock that wept as he fought to keep from touching himself, eyes locked on where Dean disappeared into you.

“You're such a good boy.”

That second praise snapped something in his mind. He stilled, the head of his cock notched just inside you. He had been taking it slow and tender, fucking you like Dean would. But he wasn't Dean right now. He was your pet, a dog, a fucking animal. It was about time he acted like one.

His fingers dug into your hips, and he slammed home, pulling you back into his thrust. Your hand shot back, grabbing onto his forearm, just above the wrist. He growled as your nails dug into his skin and you cried out “Fuck!”

His hands left your hips, his body was draped over your back now, fingers spread wide on the sheets under you. His leather mask brushing against your skin along with his hot breath as he panted, made a shiver run up your spine as he fucked you relentlessly. Your mouth was open in a silent scream, and you shifted your head just enough to see Sam. His eyes drinking you in, his cock bobbing as he throbbed for a go at you. “Dean..” you whined.

He growled again, one hand leaving the sheets to cup your sex, rough fingers brushing over your clit as his arm pinned you tight against him. Crying out again, you clenched around him, your whole body going tense and quaking.

It felt so good, your mind was starting to fog over, eyes fluttering as you blankly stared. Fingers clenching around sheets in a vice like grip. And then it snapped.

He growled once more, arm tightening around you as you bucked and shook under him. Your walls fluttered around him, trying to milk him. His pace stuttered, got sloppy but harder. He wasn't pulling back as far anymore, just driving himself as deep as he could again and again before he slammed in one last time and shook as his orgasm ripped through him with the same intensity as yours had.

You were panting under him, spent, with your eyes unfocused on Sam. Dean pulled out and dropped to the bed next to you, chest rising and falling with his labored breaths.

You gave the bed a pat in the space in front of you, and Sam was quick to get up and lay in front of you. Snuggling up to him, you wrapped an arm around him and buried your face into his side. “You were such a good boy too, Sammy.” You let out a breath against his skin. “You deserve a reward too.”

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DAY TWO OF THE INCURSION 11:47 AM

Sam lay completely still. His eyes were just slightly glassy, though it had been a long while since he’d blinked. Everything was frozen, like the woods before dawn. Then, out of the silence, his lungs expanded.

He gasped, sitting upright. His hand flew to his neck, looking for the hole he’d felt a rabid vampire tear in his skin. He found no wound, only dried blood from a seemingly nonexistent injury. He frowned and glanced to his left, finding a man standing there, half-hidden by shadow.

Sam couldn’t help but flinch slightly from the start it gave him to see a person there. A split second after his scare, his brain caught up with his eyes. Sam’s whole body went rigid, and his heart started hammering in his chest.

“Boo.” Lucifer grinned, “Heya, Sammy.”

“No.” Sam breathed, brow twitching.

“Yeah.” Lucifer shrugged before he began pacing slowly closer to Sam. “I mean, you could do the whole pinch yourself, rub your eyes thing, or you could put on your big boy pants and just, you know, cut right to the realization that, yeah, it’s me.”

“You’re here, you…” Sam frowned, remembering his miraculously un-injured throat. His face went slack, “You brought me back.”

“I did.” Lucifer nodded smugly, “You’re welcome.”

Sam winced in disgust at that, “Why?”

“I won’t get into that.” Lucifer replied, folding his hands in front of him.

Sam blinked a couple times, still trying to orient himself after returning from the dead. A moment passed, and then he remembered that Lucifer being there wasn’t only bad for his emotional well-being, but also for the survival of his whole family.

“The rift… Rowena… Sadie…” Sam murmured, getting himself a little more pulled together now that he was angry.

“So that’s her name.” Lucifer touched his chin thoughtfully, “The big tart wouldn’t talk to me. No matter.”

Sam’s face twinged at the thought of Lucifer even speaking at Sadie; any interaction between those two parties, even just conceptual, made his skin crawl.

Lucifer let out a chuckle, “Sammy, you’ve gotta tell me which top-model-reject support group you find that girl in and where I can find it so I can destroy every, other, one, like her!”

Sam’s body tensed again at this, right when he had been beginning to relax a little; he then remembered that if Lucifer was here, then he must have killed her—that’s why he wanted to kill “the rest”. Lucifer saw this in his eyes and preemptively replied to the unasked question.

“Oh, believe me, I tried my best, but no, she just…” He pointed to the scar on his face that Sam had been planning on addressing later, “Gave me a little present.”

Sam’s jaw tensed.

“It’s funny. You know, usually, I’d be able to heal right up, but your girl, she’s got something in her that can cut an archangel.” Lucifer wagged a finger, “Haven’t ever seen one of them conduits in the wild before. All the ones I’ve met were downstairs. In Hell. Most of ‘em end up there, you know, and there, they don’t have access to their power anymore. But, here, your girl does, doesn’t she?”

Sam swallowed tensely, Lucifer seeming quite at ease.

“She just did it without any warning, too!” He shook his head, “No manners.”

Sam’s nose twitched, and he spoke through his teeth, “Oh, well, I’m sure it was well-deserved.”

“Oh yeah?” Lucifer gave him a mocking smile, “You’re lucky that she went down after only two throws into the wall because, I’m telling you right now, I could’ve really gone on tossing her around for hours—”

“—Shut up.” Sam said through his teeth, which Lucifer ignored, continuing on reverently.

“You should’a heard the sound when her head smacked into that bookcase, Sammy—”

“—Shut. up.”

“—And the little noises she made, all pitiful and in pain—!”

“—Shut up!” Sam snapped, a lot more forcefully this time. Lucifer raised his hands in surrender, pretending to take his warning very seriously. He dropped his hands and continued.

“And Rowena, she’s okay. I mean, I was gonna kill her, but she blasted me here before I had a chance to, so…” Lucifer wandered around the dark cave for a moment, “It’s great! I get it, self-defense! But I was coming here anyway.”

“But… we drained you.” Sam spoke slowly.

“So, how did I have the juice to pull off my little Lazarus trick?” Lucifer smirked like a child after doing a prank, “Uh, that’s a long story. But I was basically tracking you here, and then I came across a handful of Michael's angels, and I… ate them.” He paused to consider his previous comment then amended, “I guess it’s not really a long story, is it?”

“What do you want?”

“What do I want? I want what everyone wants.” Lucifer shrugged, “I want a personal, signed apology from Pop, I want rerun-free, year-round episodes of Drag Race.”

“Yeah, got it. Okay. Right.” Sam nodded once, his whole being tense, “We’re done here.”

“Oh, you’re going?” Lucifer held up a flashlight with a smirk, “Here, it’s dark out there.”

Sam’s nose wrinkled in confusion, but he took the flashlight anyways before turning away. Upon flipping it on, however, he came across more mutant monsters—at least twenty-five—snapping and snarling at him. Sam’s feet shuffled to a halt.

“Yeah. They’re sort of all over there and I’m holding them back.” Lucifer meandered closer to Sam, pulling a hand out of his pocket to hold beside him. “They’re just waiting for a little snap of the fingers, but I didn’t want them flooding in here and eating you again. Not until after we finished our convo.”

Sam’s heart sank into his stomach. In the face of so much he couldn’t control, anger began bubbling up inside of him like a pot long forgotten on a high heat.

“What do you want?!” Sam bellowed, on the verge of absolutely losing his cool.

“I want what you already have. A relationship with my son.” Lucifer said calmly, “There was a time that I would, you know, just grab him. But I’ve grown.”

“Yeah. sure.” Sam huffed out, growing more and more furious with each passing second.

“I have, Samuel.” Lucifer put a hand on his shoulder, and Sam resisted the urge to cringe away, “I want my son. And you’re gonna help me.”

Surely there was a way Sam could get himself out of this—some way to trick the Devil. “How?”

“Well, I don’t feel like he’ll give me a chance unless I come bearing gifts.” Lucifer smirked and pointed at him, “That’s you.”

He took a step closer and Sam shrunk away instinctively, clearly not on board with this plan. Lucifer shuffled to a halt and sighed exasperatedly.

“Look, Sammy, I’m not asking you to like it, or to like me. All I’m asking is that you acknowledge the truth: I was the one who brought you back to life, and I was the one who lifted you from the darkness and into the light, okay?” He shrugged, “Apocalypse World, Michael’s armies—you really think you and your family can handle that stuff alone? You need me.”

Sam swallowed tensely. “And what if I say no?”

“All right.” Lucifer took a breath, walking closer. This time, Sam stayed still. “Let me just make this really, really, really easy—easy enough for you to understand, Sammy. I’m getting to Jack, one way or the other. The only question is, you coming with?”

Sam swallowed tensely.

“Or you can try dealing that.” Lucifer nodded to the rabid monsters. When Sam turned back to him, Lucifer finished with a sickly smug smirk. “Your move, champ.”

After that, it didn’t seem like there was much of a choice.

Immediately, Sam began growing very tired of his extended one-on-one time with Lucifer. They’d gotten out of the subway tunnels fifteen minutes earlier—no problems from the monsters, easily kept at bay by Lucifer—and at least the fresh air helped settle Sam’s uneasy stomach. Lucifer talked incessantly, no matter what Sam said or ignored.

“So, where did you find the little conduit, back there?” Lucifer began, skipping a couple steps to walk beside Sam.

Sam rolled his eyes. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Brown-haired girl!” Lucifer sang, smirking at Sam’s profile. “Big lady with the blue eyes and the bad manners.”

Sam glanced at him out the corner of his eye, and then faced forwards again.

“Ugh, I hate having to remember the unimportant characters’ names.” Lucifer sighed, then snapping his fingers a couple times as he tried to remember.

Sam’s body stiffened in a Pavlovian response to each of the snaps, his subconscious preparing for the torture it assumed would be coming next.

“Uh… what was it?” Lucifer raised his hand, snapping one last time, “Sadie!”

The cord of muscle attached to Sam’s jaw jutted out as he clenched his teeth. Even her name sounded wrong coming out of his mouth.

“I guess it makes sense that you two would find each other.” Lucifer stuffed his hands into his pockets. “Freaks beget freaks, right?”

Again, Sam said nothing, just forced himself to swallow. He knew that Lucifer was trying to get a rise out of him. He knew that Lucifer had all the power here. He knew that Lucifer relished in the fear he inflicted. Sam knew it all and he was terrified. Nothing in the multi-verse would ever make him feel safe again, but right now, he felt more unstable than he had in a long time. It turns out being around one’s abuser can do that to a person.

“What, nothing?” Lucifer pouted, “Sammy! How you disappoint me.”

Sam rolled his eyes and took a deep breath. He had to stay calm, and soon this would all be over.

“Well, you know how I feel about your kind—humans.” Lucifer wrinkled his nose, “So slimy and powerless. But, I will say: she was cute.”

The hand Sam had gripping his backpack strap tightened.

“She’d probably put up a bit more of a fight than I’d like.” Lucifer continued musing aloud, “And you know, she isn’t the thinnest thing on the planet. That with her height, and well, a guy might get crushed!”

Though this was a rather vanilla line of taunting, Sam couldn’t help the large part of him that really, really hated it. Belittling people on that level was low, even for Lucifer—he was really pulling at straws in an effort to get a rise out of Sam. However, this was actually reassuring in a way, seeing as that meant he hadn’t gotten to know Sadie in a way that gave him any other ammunition.

“I get why you didn’t bring her along.” Lucifer plucked a leaf off a passing tree before dropping it into the breeze, “I mean, you don’t have the greatest history with women, and I don’t know that the uh, giantess back there would be able to hack it around here.”

Sam hated this. He hated every part of it. Everything—the place, the company, the subject of conversation—everything. He hated feeling this helpless.

“You know she’s one of the last of her kind?” Lucifer commented idly, “Maybe even the last.”

This caught Sam’s attention, and without thinking, he looked over at Lucifer. Remembering he was supposed to be ignoring him, Sam turned away again, scowling at himself, but it was too late—Lucifer knew he’d caught onto something.

“If I remember correctly, the little uh, failed mutations like your lady-long-legs back there, were all wiped out by the witches.” Lucifer stuffed his hands into his pockets, “You wanna know why?”

Sam swallowed thickly. He did want to know—he really wanted to know.

“Oh, it’s fine, I know you do.” Lucifer said smugly, “There are lots of ‘em burning in the pit, you know.”

Sam forced his eyes to stay on the path in front of them.

“Once they get the taste—the first taste of that high,” Lucifer spoke with an intense amount of drama, “you know what happens? They keep going.”

This had the effect of making Sam’s brow twitch, but still, he didn’t look at the devil.

“They’ve just gotta get their fix.” Lucifer taunted, “No matter the consequences. No matter who gets hurt.”

Sadie wouldn’t. She would never, and Sam knew because she never used her powers. Well, except now she’d used them on Lucifer hadn’t she? She’d cut his face, and maybe it was in self-defense, but Lucifer made it sound like he’d succeeded in getting her angry. She was usually so good at staying level, but now she was becoming lax, all of the sudden? Was this only the beginning?

“It makes them feel strong, too.” Lucifer glanced over at Sam out of his periphery, “Startin’ to sound familiar, Sammy?”

Lucifer waited but only watched as Sam swallowed and managed to keep things tamped down.

“It also makes them a bit un-killable but only for a little while.” Lucifer sighed, “I mean, I could hurt her—and I did—but once she’s gotten that rush, the power sustains her. It’s a real pain in the ass, especially for the witches, I heard. ‘Said they were a ‘danger to the people.’”

A danger to the people? Sam’s brow twitched unconsciously.

“And you know, it might not happen now, or anytime soon, but one day,” Lucifer glanced over at him, “someone’s gonna have to put her down.” Lucifer paused, smirking, “You got the balls for that, Sammy? Well, probably not—you’d have to grow some in the first place.”

Sam’s jaw clenched and he started walking a bit faster. They should be at the camp soon—then he wouldn’t have to be alone.

Lucifer didn’t talk much for the rest of their walk, just whistled and looked around. He knew that he’d planted a seed that would drive Sam mad. See, he had to walk this line, wherein he got Sam to bring him to Jack, but also, being around Sam this much really made him nostalgic for their decades trapped together. Every time they saw each other again, it was like he needed a fix of his own—needed the high he got off of seeing Sam suffer. So, Lucifer tortured him covertly—just bugging him enough to get him all twisted up inside, but not enough to make Sam unwilling to provide introductions to Jack.

Beside him, Sam was stewing in his juices. There was, of course, the distinct possibility that Lucifer was just lying to him, as he’d done so many times before, but something else about what he said made too much sense. That look he’d seen in her eye when she’d tortured that hunter and when she’d killed that demon made it not so hard to imagine a cruelty hiding inside of her. She tried so hard to stay calm—to not get angry—but she seemed to be succeeding less and less as time went on. It then occurred to him that he’d never really thought about how she’d taken out all three of those Stynes on her own—he wondered if that was just another exception for her, too.

Sam considered himself, and the mindset he’d been in when he’d started drinking demon blood. He had been so angry all the time—the blood made him feel powerful at first. In control. Capable. Sadie was in want of similar things. She always wanted to prove that she was capable—she’d wanted to prove that the whole time he’d known her—and then, it didn’t seem too far off for Sam to think she might slip seamlessly into using her powers to gain that sense of control.

He knew that path—he knew how it ended. He knew how he had disappointed Dean, how he had disappointed himself, and then he wondered if it was just a matter of time. He wondered if one day, he’d be the one looking on at her in disappointment. Right then, he didn’t know that he could bear it—he didn’t know if he could watch her slip away from herself.

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A Hunter’s Life For Me

Word count: 1872

Warnings: none here

Pairing: OFC (Jules) x Dean (Don’t know to what extent yet, but yeah, that pairing)

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Chapter 2: Cold as fucking ice

“How are you doing?” Dean asked.

“Do you honestly want to know?” He seemed to think about it and glanced at his brother.

“Maybe not…” Snort. Of course he didn’t.

After leaving the house Dean had taken one look at me and my one measly bag and asked where I was going. When I said I had no idea he offered me to tag along until I figured something out. Since my life had reached rock bottom, with no visible way up, I took him up on his offer. Now I was enjoying the most awkward car ride of my life.

“So is this what you do? Just ride around in your car?”

“While the tension doesn’t always run this high, yeah, basically,” Dean answered. I looked between the brothers.

“What’s with the silence?”

“Sammy here had a problem with looking into the demon deaths.”

“What problem?”

“You really wanna do this infront of her?” Sam asked and finally turned his head to look at the two of us.

“Oh look, he speaks!” Sam’s lips tightened. I leaned back in the seat, trying to become smaller.

“We had no idea what we were getting into, Dean.”

“And what, we usually do?”

“We at least try to find out as much as we can!”

“That demon was killing people, Sam! Fast. And besides, it’s over now.”

“Yeah, well, we got lucky.” For a second it looked like Dean wanted to argue, but then it was like the air went out of him and he turned his eyes back to the road. While they still seemed nowhere near done arguing, the so-called tension in the car had eased up significantly, and I relaxed a bit.

They hadn’t told me any specific destination they had in mind, and as it didn’t matter to me where I ended up, I sat back and started fiddling with me phone. After a few hours I spoke up.

“Hey, did you guys bother checking neighbouring towns for similar deaths?”

“Not this time no,” Sam said, casting a sidelong glance at his brother. “Why?” I leaned over the front seat to show him my phone. It was an article dated about a month back, about deaths in the city just a couple of hours away from where I lived. Sam took the phone and read through the article. There wasn’t much, barely any details, but enough to make it look like demonic signs. Like it could’ve been my demon.

“What is it?” Dean asked.

“Murders in the city, about a month ago.” “How come we didn’t hear about it?”

“There’s barely anything there. In bigger cities a murder is more common than in suburbia, this was probably not big enough to get on our radar, or the police held back the story from the media.” Dean frowned.

“Why did the killings stop?”

“Well it’s not because they caught the killer,” I said, taking the phone back from Sam. “And the last one happened just before the demon possessed my mom. Could it have been the same one?” No answer.

“How many people died?” Dean asked.

“Five.” Sam and Dean exchanged a look.

“Ritualistic? It could be a witchy thing, the demon was collecting debts,” Dean suggested, his tone suddenly low.

“Yeah, but why were the next murders so close to each the first ones? Witches I get, but two covens this close together?”

“Yeah, I hear ya.”

“Wait, what about witches?” I asked. It was like they were deliberately keeping me out of the conversation. Dean looked at me in the rearview mirror.

“Hey look, no offence, but you don’t want to get into this, trust me.” “Two demons have come after me in less than two years, I’d say I’m already in it.”

“And you don’t want to leave it behind while you have the chance?”

“How? Can you tell me for sure that another one won’t show up?” He was quiet for a few moments.

“No. No, I can’t.”

“But you still want me to try?”

“I think that if you have the chance, you should take it.” Honestly, I hadn’t thought about it like that until now. In my mind, neither me or anyone around me was safe right now. Not knowing what the two demons had wanted, I had my mind set on more of them coming after me. How could I just go back to normal after that?

I decided not to answer Dean, but instead leaned back and closed my eyes. We’d been driving for hours now, and afternoon had become night. I was exhausted, and just like that, I fell asleep.

When I woke up the light outside the car had changed. It was getting brighter, and I could just make out the first rays of sunshine in the east. The car wasn’t moving anymore, so I sat up and looked around.

“Where’s Dean?” I asked Sam, who was leaning against the door with his eyes closed.

“Supply run,” he answered, not moving a muscle. The car was parked outside a gas-n-sip, and I could barely make out Dean inside the store. I opened the door and got out. Damn, it felt good to stretch my legs after being in the same awkward position so long. I moved around, trying to get the blood flowing again, and out of nowhere there was loud crash from inside the store. Then a really loud bang. Just as I turned to see what was going on Dean came bursting through the door, hauling ass to the car, the gas-n-sip clerk hot on his heels.

“Get in the car!” he yelled and threw himself in the driver’s seat. Moving as fast as I could, I practically launched myself back in the car, barely managing to close the door before Dean hit the gas and, tires squealing, raced out of the parking lot.

“What the hell happened?” Sam asked. He’d jumped to attention at the noises, but hadn’t been able to do anything before Dean got us all out of there.

“Fucking demons!” Dean cursed, and hit the steering wheel. “It didn’t actually do anything until I was at the counter, probably didn’t notice who I was until then.”

“Wait, hold up,” I said, leaning forward. “Why would a demon know who you are?”

“We have a bit of a reputation.”

“Which means…?” “We’ve ganked our fair share of demons in our life, and it’s occasionally made us hell’s most wanted. The rest of the time demons just try to kill us for fun.”

“Was that meant to be reassuring?”

“Just telling it like it is, sweetheart.”

“Uhuh.”

“So there just happened to be a demon at the gas station we decided to stop at?” Sam asked.

“Hell if I know, Sam,” Dean answered.

“Why didn’t you kill it? Or at least send it back to hell?”

“It came at me like a rabid dog, Sam. No time.” “What about the knife?”

“… I thought you had the knife.”

“I never have the knife.” Dean didn’t say anything.

“What’s a knife gonna do against a demon?” I asked.

“Special knife, it kills them,” Sam explained. “Of course it does.”

“So where are we going?”

“Kansas, sweetheart.”

“What’s in Kansas?”

“Home, for lack of a better word.” Made sense.

“What’s home for you two?”

“Boy, you sure ask a lot of questions, don’t ya?”

“Well excuse the fuck out of me for being curious. You know, you could just say you don’t want to talk.”

“She’s got spunk, I like her,” Dean said to his brother. I huffed a laugh and decided to drop it. When, if, the brothers wanted to get rid of me they could just drop me at a bus station. But I’d given it some thought, and maybe I did want to be in this. I didn’t have anything else to go back to, so why the fuck not? At least until I knew there would be no more demons after me.

The drive to Kansas took all day, and it was past four in the afternoon when we zipped past the Welcome to Kansas sign. Dean parked by a small shopping area. He turned around.

“Last stop. Where to next?” I looked out the window and saw a small bus station. It would be easy to leave this all behind, find somewhere to live, somewhere to work. Maybe find a nice guy to fall in love with. But it wasn’t what I wanted. I took a deep breath and looked at the Winchesters. That path felt like so much more. There was a reason I hadn’t run screaming when I found out my mother was a demon. There was a reason I didn’t panic when the first demon came after me. Maybe I liked the idea of this life.

“Where you’re going.” Dean looked shocked.

“Jules, this isn’t a happy life. You don’t want this.”

“How would you know, Dean?” “Because this has been my whole life! Don’t you think I’d want to settle down, maybe not risk my life every day if I could?”

“You love this life.” “How would you know, Jules?” he fired back. I smirked at him.

“Because you would’ve done it already.” Dean stuttered and turned to his brother.

“Sam!”

“What, Dean? It’s not like it’s the first time we’ve taken in a stray.” Goddamn he sounded bitter. Dean tossed his arms in the air, giving up.

“Fine!” Yay! He turned he key in the ignition and the engine roared back to life. A short while later we were going down a small road, coming up on a tall brick building. At the base of it there was a large door, and a motorcycle parked outside it. It was gorgeous, a blue Harley.

“Fuck.” Dean said under his breath as Sam tensed up beside him. And just like that, the tension was back. Dean parked the car and turned to his brother.

“Sam-”

“Shut up, Dean.” Dean actually shut up, and Sam got out of the car, closing the door behind him. Dean’s eyes followed his brother. He looked worried.

“What’s going on?” I asked.

“I’ll explain later.” Okay then. I looked out the window, seeing someone come out from behind a group of trees. It was a girl, older than me, and much more rugged looking. Another hunter? She looked wary, like she expected an attack.

“We should go.” Dean said suddenly, getting out of the car. I followed him, grabbing my bag as I went. Sam and the girl were just looking at each other.

Dean led me to a smaller door beside the big one. He unlocked it and we went inside. Had it not just been for the weird exchange outside, I would’ve been blown away by the sight that met me. It was a bunker, and it was huge. A big lit up room with a map table, and through a big doorway I could see a room lined with bookshelves. Who the hell were these guys? Dean led me downstairs and was about to say something when I interrupted him

“Who was that?”

“That,” Dean said, a weird look on his face, like he was in pain. “was Y/N.”

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Looking back on 2019: The music kept flowing

VFW Post 1142 Honor Guard members during the flag raising ceremony on Saturday at ChickenFest. From left to right, Ann Craighead, George Morgan, Post Commander Foyst Blackburn, Honor Guard Commander Claude Sturgill, Vilas Payne and Ward Eller. Eller celebrated his 89th birthday on Friday, May 24. Record photo by Larry Griffin

Music and remembering fallen veterans was the focus of ChickenFest 2019.

The event was held Friday and Saturday, May 24 and May 25, at The Record Park at the corner of Fourth and E streets in North Wilkesboro.

ChickenFest, hosted by The Record, presented by Tyson Foods and sponsored by Bojangles of 2nd Street in North Wilkesboro, drew hundreds of people to the venue A variety of chicken dishes were prepared by Roger’s Café of North Wilkesboro, and folks gathered beneath the American Drew Audience Shelter to enjoy their meals and the music.

Friday evening was emceed by WKBC Radio’s Ed Racey and Larry Griffin. Griffin also emceed the entire day Saturday as well as playing sets on both the Sammy Lankford Stage and Tut Taylor Spotlight Stage in the Tyson Pavilion.

Performers included – on Friday evening – Mike Palmer, Ben Holbrook, Rick Gaughan and Niki Hamby; Griffin, Doreen Pinkerton; Doug Davis and the Catawba Bluegrass Boys; R.G. Absher and Bob Kogut and R.G. Absher and Blue Rock.

Saturday’s acts included: The Dixie Duo, Devin Huie and Wade Dancy; Griffin, Penny Foster and Julie Wyatt; Libby Harbour; Horse Play; Copper Creek; Adam Winebarger and Kaleb Buck; Ernest Johnson and Friends; Alex Key and the Locksmiths; David Culler and BackPorch Bluegrass; Jimmy Owen and John Logsdon; Rude Mood; Padraic Wildermuth; Sonny Remington and Mike Earp; R.G. Absher; Cali Johnson; Doreen Pinkerton; Crabgrass; and Virginialina featuring David Johnson, Eric Ellis, Scott Gentry and Scott Freeman. Virginialina’s set was sponsored by The Wilkes County Heritage Museum and the Blue Ridge Music Hall of Fame.

BackPorch Bluegrass performed on Saturday. Members include Jake Joines Wes Tuttle, David Culler, Jim Matthews and Jon Cornatzer.

Record photos by Larry Griffin

At noon on Saturday, Record Publisher Ken Welborn and North Wilkesboro Mayor Robert Johnson welcomed the crowd. Veterans of Foreign Wars Post 1142’s Honor Guard members then conducted a flag raising ceremony. Post Chaplain Larry Reavis gave the invocation while other Honor Guard members raised the flag, then lowered it to half mast in honor of Memorial Day. Honor Guard member Ann Craighead then played Taps. She was followed by Libby Harbour who performed a heartfelt rendition of the National Anthem on the fiddle.

Andy Rhodes was the sound engineer for the event.

Carolina in the Fall

The fifth annual Carolina in the Fall Music & Food Festival, presented by Hampton Inn and Holiday Inn Express, offered world-renowned music talent, exciting family entertainment, the region’s best food truck cuisine, and unique arts and crafts shopping along Main Street in historic downtown Wilkesboro on Friday and Saturday, Sept. 20-21.

The festival offered four stages of entertainment: Carolina Stage, Foothills Stage, Hall of Fame Stage and The 1915 Stage. In addition to festival host The Kruger Brothers, guests enjoyed performances by Balsam Range; Chatham County Line; The Black Lillies; EmiSunshine; Hawktail; Trout Steak Revival; Scott Mulvahill; Cicada Rhythm; The Contenders; The Honey Dewdrops; Baucom & Jones; Williamson Branch; Hank, Pattie & The Current; Zoe & Cloyd; Red Wine; Newberry & Verch; Presley Barker; Lateral Blue; Nikki Talley; Thurler-Mosimann Project; Carly Bannister, S. Grant Parker and Jac Thompson; The Burnett Sisters; Cane Mill Road; Back Porch Bluegrass Band; Shay Martin Lovette; Alex Key & The Locksmiths; and Bob and Roberta Kogut.

On Saturday evening of the festival, VIP ticket holders were treated to the Carolina Jam at the Yadkin Valley Event Center at the Wilkesboro Holiday Inn Express. The jam is hosted by the Kruger Brothers and features other artists from the lineup, creating unique jam sessions and once-in-a-lifetime collaborations between the artists on hand.

MerleFest

Thursday, April 25 through Sunday, April 28, MerleFest, presented by Window World, featured a number of electric collaborations, spontaneous sit-ins, and world-class performances.

Wynonna & The Big Noise, Amos Lee, Tyler Childers, Sam Bush Band, Brandi Carlile, and The Avett Brothers all brought extra MerleFest energy to the Watson Stage, marking another successful year for the long-running festival.

Early estimates show that from its start on Thursday, April 25, to its close on Sunday, April 28, participation over the festival’s four days exceeded 75,000 attendees and artists from across the world.

MerleFest, held on the campus of Wilkes Community College, is the primary fundraiser for the WCC Foundation, which funds scholarships, capital projects, and other educational needs.

“We’ve had an incredible weekend,” Festival Director Ted Hagaman said. “With over 100 artists on 13 stages over the four days, we again feel we succeeded in providing a quality and successful event for all involved. Preliminary numbers show we attracted thousands of fans from all over the world. We appreciate their support. This event could not happen without the work and dedication of our 4,500-plus volunteers and the many great safety and service agencies in Northwestern North Carolina. We’re already looking forward to MerleFest 2020.”

Thursday

Chatham County Line kicked off the 32nd annual MerleFest with a big “newgrass” bang. At the top of their game, Raleigh-based Chatham County Line appeared right at home on one of the biggest stages their home state has to offer. After Thursday’s sunset, Wynonna Judd and her band, The Big Noise, set about conjuring up enough rock and roll, blues, and country juju to knock the first-day crowd right off their feet. Once the crowd had recovered, the ones left with enough energy to carry on into the wee hours were treated with more electric boogie music in the form of Donna The Buffalo. Sporting dancey rhythms and electric improvisation, Donna proved to be the ultimate weekend ice-breakers, encouraging the late night crowd to let loose during their First Night Dance on the Bojangles’ Dance Stage.

Friday

Before the sun had set on Friday, patrons were treated to show-stopping sets from the likes of Texas troubadour Radney Foster, Boston-based bluegrassers Mile Twelve, and the soft folk harmonies and humorous musings of The Milk Carton Kids. Upon the close of the Chris Austin Songwriting Competition, festival first-timer Amos Lee took the Watson Stage with his unique blend of soulful Americana.Tyler Childers closed out the Watson Stage with his now famous concoction of mountain music, old school country, and 1960s The Band-ish rock and roll. Under the bright stage lights, Childers rollicked through songs off of his award-winning 2017 album “Purgatory” to the delight of fans, some of whom had traveled to MerleFest on Childers’ merit alone. During Childers’ set, eclectic folk rockers Scythian set up in the Dance Tent for their second set of the day, the annual Friday Night Dance. Keeping the night owls rocking until almost midnight, Scythian reminded fans just how fun their music can be.

Saturday

Saturday saw Chris Austin Songwriting Competition winners perform on the Cabin Stage to an audience eager to hear these up-and-coming songwriters before they’ve hit the big time. Now in its 27th year, the contest is an extraordinary opportunity for aspiring writers to have their original songs heard and judged by a panel of music industry professionals (Joey Ryan and Kenneth Pattengale, better known as The Milk Carton Kids, Cruz Contreras of The Black Lillies, and Texas-troubadour Radney Foster), under the direction of volunteer contest chairperson, Grammy Award-winning singer/songwriter Jim Lauderdale.

The first round of the CASC took place in Nashville, Tenn., and was narrowed down from 970 entries to 12 finalists representing four categories: bluegrass, country, general and Gospel/inspirational.

Each of the 12 finalists received admission and lodging for three nights at MerleFest. Finalists attended a workshop Friday morning given by D’Addario prior to the finals. After the contest, all finalists took part in a songwriting mentoring session with Jim Lauderdale and the on-site judges. The first-place winners in each category received $600 cash from MerleFest, a performance at the Cabin Stage on Friday night, and a 20-minute set on Saturday at the Cabin Stage. In addition, the first-place winners received a live performance/recording session with Saloon Studios Live, D’Addario strings, Shubb Capos, and their winning song will be aired on WNCW 88.7. Net proceeds from the Chris Austin Songwriting Contest help support the Wilkes Community College Chris Austin Memorial Scholarship. See below for a complete listing of winners and finalists.

On Saturday, Molly Tuttle returned to the MerleFest stage for the first time since she won the Chris Austin Songwriting Competition in 2012. A rabid crowd ate up every guitar lick and melody Tuttle played as she continues to push the envelope of what can be played on a dreadnaught guitar. The Waybacks’ annual Hillside Album Hour found the bay-area band covering Led Zeppelin IV in its entirety with Sarah Dugas (formerly of The Duhks) handling most of the vocal duties and Sam Bush, Jens Kruger, Red Young, and Tony Williamson backing them up for yet another memorable Saturday afternoon set. Sam Bush Band lit up the Watson Stage ahead of Brandi Carlile, running through his career-spanning catalog of “New Grass” tunes and closing with his new rousing rock and roll anthem, “Stop The Violence”. Traditional Bluegrass super group Earls of Leicester once again paid excellent homage to the giants of the genre, Lester Flatt and Earl Scruggs. In an era of progression for the genre, the Earls brand of picking reminded the crowd that it’s perfectly OK to stick with tradition from time to time. Brandi Carlile and her band closed out Saturday with her signature songwriting style and vocal fireworks. Drawing from her newest release, “By The Way, I Forgive You,” and then diving deeper into her past works, Carlile and longtime musical partners Tim and Phil Hanseroth belted and whispered in close three-part harmonies well enough to make every last MerleFest attendee’s jaw drop. To close out an already special night, Sunday headliners Seth and Scott Avett of The Avett Brothers joined Carlile around a single mic at the front edge of the Watson Stage and performed the Avett’s “Murder In The City”, drawing a huge reaction from the already stunned crowd.

Sunday

North Carolina Governor Roy Cooper introduced Steep Canyon Rangers Sunday afternoon on the Watson Stage. Late last year, Gov. Cooper declared 2019 to be North Carolina’s “Year of Music”, adding, “from bluegrass to the blues, from gospel to funk, from beach music to indie and hip hop, North Carolina is the birthplace of many musical styles and iconic performers.” Gov. Cooper was in attendance for Steep Canyon Rangers’ “North Carolina Songbook” set on the Watson Stage which dove into the rich history of the region’s music, specifically the musical heritage of their—and the festival’s—home state, and solidified their place in MerleFest lore. Bluegrass patriarch and hair-style pioneer Del McCoury celebrated his 80th birthday surrounded by friends, family, and the Del McCoury Band. Del and the boys fired up the Hillside Stage, highlighting his eight-decade milestone with class and style that only the McCourys can provide. North Carolina’s own The Avett Brothers closed out the festival after having joined their father, Jim Avett, for Sunday’s annual Gospel Hour. On the Watson Stage, gladly playing tunes that spanned their almost-two-decade long career, The Avett Brothers had the crowd singing along from the very first line. While many MerleFest patrons have seen the Avetts at the festival before, this performance proved that the brothers and their band have now truly transcended to the next level of much-deserved stardom.

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The Unknowns: Three

This is a continuation for The Unknowns. Which was a one shot and is now a long ass Prologue. Part One. Part Two.

Dean x Psychic!reader

Teaser/Summary: An AU sparked from a songfic challenge, The Unknowns is based on Season One Episode Nine, Dean met reader in Lawrence as a child and they created an unbreakable bond. At the end of The Unknowns, reader decided to stick with her boys because she felt something coming but she holds secrets; one she holds close to her heart and a few that she doesn’t even really know yet.

Word count: 5766

Lines borrowed from season one episode twelve, “Faith” in Bold.

Sam and I crept behind Roy LaGrange’s house and the chill had already settled around me. Sam grasped my hand, “it's okay. If you can't go in or need to get out, just say the word.”

I took a deep breath centering myself then nodded. “Let’s go.”

We kept against the walls until Sam saw Roy being escorted away. He opened a window and climbed inside.

“You know it's pretty impressive that you can still do that so easily, gentle giant.” I climbed in after him chuckling at his look of disgust. “What I’m helping…” I choked on the words as noise bombarded me from all sides. I pressed my hands to my temples and squeezed my eyes shut. The walls were saturated in strong emotions that choked the air, there was no way this was a comfortable room for anyone.

“Place is a little dark for a faith healer.”

“He listens to people in here… but the resentment and disgust. Let's get out of this room, I’m still too raw, I can only dampen it so much...”

Sam grabbed my hand and pulled me along, “keep your eyes closed, I've got you.” His calm washed over me like a cool breeze as he led me from the room and down a hall.

Sam’s belief in me had always been invigorating but it was the depth of his care that soothed even my worse fears. It was a type of love that kept me balanced since I was five.

After the last few days, I was still recouping from the strength of the emotions through the bond and the toll of Dean’s injury but Sam was confident and calm, exactly what I needed.

The further we got from that front room, the quieter it became and then I noticed the stench, the hint of blood in the air exactly like in the tent.

“Locked door.” He released my hand and I opened my eyes. He picked the lock and stepped inside.

“Wow.” I walked over and touched the desk. I could feel the movement between the desk and the bookcase, the rabid energy to seek something and the exhilaration once it was found. There were three, no, four very distinct energies there but the most dominant and recent held a distortion that vibrated off the wood, guilt twisted into a drive that was… corrupted.

“Hey, look at this.”

I pulled away from the desk dusting my hands and leaving the impressions behind. Sam showed me a small book with newspaper clippings. He handed me the top one, “look familiar?”

I held the piece of newsprint in my hands and the distortion vibrated along my arms. Envious blasphemer. “Jesus.”

“What is it?”

“She.” I handed it back to him and he placed it in the book and snapped it shut. “A woman clipped those. Sue Ann. It's gotta be.”

“We need to tell Dean.”

“Wait. Where's the control? Look in there for a spell. We need to know how she’s controlling it.”

Sam watched me and I nodded. He opened the book and rifled through pages. I closed my eyes and tried to focus on that stench of blood. I knelt down and touched the floor. A flash of the rawhead and Sam falling down stairs. “A basement. Was there a door?” I looked up at Sam, his brow together in concentration, he glanced toward the door before meeting my gaze.

“I didn't see one but I wasn't really looking. Pamela was right, there’s a binding spell in here for a reaper. And a crude sketch of what looks like an altar.”

“Like the table on the stage?” I stood up and he turned the book to show me.

“Definitely not, this is… way darker.”

“It’s got to be under the house. Nothing like that would go unnoticed up here.”

He nodded, closed the book, and slipped it into his pocket. “Come on.”

I followed him out blocking everything so that front room, or another like it, wouldn't bombard me again. We quickly swept the first floor. “Damnit, of course, it's outside.”

Sam hustled toward the window we came in and I grabbed his arm, “stop. What is that?”

“Help me please!”

Sam’s wide eyes met mine, “the protester.”

He jumped through the window and I followed suit, closing the window behind me. “What are we going to do?! We don't have anything to stop a reaper!”

We made it down the back steps when the commotion erupted. We ran along the line of cars as people poured out of the tent. “Dean must've stopped it.”

I spotted the man on his knees just as Sam’s phone rang. “There!”

We rushed over and Sam answered the phone barking into it, “it didn't stop!”

“Sue Ann! Tell him it's Sue Ann!”

We stood behind the man and the reaper’s presence licked at my skin but there was nothing we could do. The man’s fear soaked the area and I turned toward the tent hoping Dean could stop her in time. I shut my eyes fighting against the torment, anger, and frustration that joined the fear like a cacophony of sound in my head. My blocks weren't helping, they were barely filtering anything from the reaper.

I fell to my knees, covering my ears knowing it wouldn't do a thing but impossible to stop the reflex. “Sam!”

His hands were on my face and within seconds, the tumultuous wave began to recede. His warmth surrounded me, the soft blue, calm waters washed away the mess at my feet.

“That's it, short stack. The calmest, most perfect ocean waves, lapping at your feet. A beautiful day at the beach with your family. Bring her down, bring her back.” Pama’s hypnotic voice on the breeze.

“You're doing great, Sam.” Daddy.

“Shhh. I’ve got you. Dean stopped it. Just breathe, I've got you.”

I squinted at first, half expecting the surf and sun behind little Sammy flanked by my daddy and Pama, but the dull, cloudy day was still there. I blinked away the memory.

The man was gone and only a fading imprint of his brush with death hung around. Sam helped me to my feet, “can you walk?”

I nodded although I wasn't exactly sure. I hadn't been hit that hard since I was a kid. I took a shaky step and Sam’s arm was around my back as a safeguard. We made it to the car and Sam pulled a bottle of orange juice from the front seat. “Here.”

I sipped the juice and then a gathering warmth in my chest expanded out. I glanced up and Dean was striding toward us.

“What happened?”

“It's nothing. I'm fine.” I gave him a smile but when he reached me, he crushed me against him. I closed my eyes and soaked him up.

“She got overloaded like… way back.” Sam whispered and I nestled further into Dean trying to offset the concern already whispering around me.

The lord will deal with him as he sees fit. Sue Ann’s snide remark rang in my head. “Dean.” I looked up at him and he shook his head.

“Not now.” Dean tossed the keys to Sam and guided me into the passenger seat then pushing me across the seat. I couldn't take my eyes off him. “These cops aren't going to leave anytime soon if she even lets them leave at all. Let's get something to eat and take down this bitch after.”

Sam started the car and my stomach dropped, “she’s coming after you. You’ve got to see that.”

Dean smirked, “she’s not the first. Probably won't be the last.”

I rolled my eyes and tried to bite back his amusement stirring my own. “Morbid.”

Sam barked out a laugh, “you're the one smiling.”

Dean slipped his arm around my shoulders and tugged me against him. “I'm staying with you when we go back tonight.”

“I knew that already.” He leaned down and kissed me, “you two gonna tell me what you found or maybe what you think hit you so hard?”

“Oh, I don't know. I've never been right in front of a pissed off reaper pulling out a soul?”

“Pissed off?”

“You have no idea.”

Sam shook his head as he maneuvered the car around the loitering crowd. “The lore did mention it was like putting a leash on a great white shark. I mean I'd be pissed if someone was using me against my will… but for a preacher’s wife to cross a line like that. She's using black magic to murder people.”

Dean rubbed my arm, “she was desperate. She stumbled upon a way to save her husband and she used it.”

Dean’s theory melded with my own thought from earlier and I squeezed his thigh. “But that knowledge became twisted. I don't know why or how, I mean I have a few guesses but what I know is she got angry, really angry. I could feel it in that study. How twisted she became, how rabid she was to find those who deserved to be punished. It really makes me wonder how Roy began healing, did she tell him he could or did he realize it himself?”

“He told me he discovered it later, that God had blessed him.”

“Is it possible that God did step in and decide to do some good with it?” It tumbled from my mouth and I knew Dean would scoff at it.

“If he was going to step in why not just stop the person who was killing people while parading around that it was His will?”

I glanced at Sam and caught his eye. He gave me that sympathetic smile. Dean never shared our ‘whimsical’ theories that parts of the Bible were based on real lore but this was different. This had nothing to do with God but the person acting like one and the guilt Dean would carry because of them but at least he was alive to carry anything. It was selfish but I didn't care. I couldn't decide if that was better or worse.

“I'm starving. Let’s get some food and we can tell you what we found and make a plan.” Sam glanced at the cop car stationed at the end of the dirt road that led to the tent of healing. “She won’t let the cops leave.”

Dean parked the impala near the tent and I looked around. “Looks like it’s more than just Layla and her mother. That's good for us. They won't be in the house.”

A flicker of guilt that Dean tried to hide. “I don't know. Looks like a lot of these people have been camping out for a while.”

I touched Dean’s hand, “we can't save everyone, especially the natural stuff.” Sam and I had gone against that but we didn't know the cost.

He met my gaze with a sad smile. “Come on, let’s check the tent. Make sure they’re in there.” Dean got out and Sam and I glanced at each other then followed him.

The cold that tickled along my spine was more than just the night chill and put me even more on edge. We peeked inside the opening and I whispered with a glance at Dean, “join the prayer group, CarolAnn.” Dean’s silent chuckle warmed me until I spotted what was missing. “Where are the cops?”

Dean threw a glance my way, “where’s Sue Ann?”

Sam turned toward the house, “wanna bet we’ll find both at the house? She’s probably protecting the altar, maybe told the cops we were in the house earlier.”

“Well, to be fair, we were.” I watched the flickering shadows around the house that only emphasized the dark. Sam turned his bitch face my way and I grinned.

Dean chuckled as he strode toward the house. “Come on, you two. We’re professionals.”

I winked at Sam and we both caught up with Dean. My stomach twisted. Not just the power it creates but the toll it takes. I shook my head and took a deep breath then Sam bumped into me almost knocking me off my feet.

“Find the altar, I’ll catch up.” Dean jogged to the front of the house and when I tried to follow Sam grabbed my arm then pulled me into the bushes as Dean called out the cops.

I tried to pull from Sam’s grip. “Sam, I can’t, I have to stay with him.”

He gazed down into my eyes, “but what are you going to do? We break the altar, we stop her.”

I tried to look around him as the need to find Dean vibrated through my very bones. “I don’t know but I...” I met his gaze and begged him to understand, “I have to stay with him.”

His internal struggle continued for a second then faded, “okay. Go.”

I jumped out of the bush and followed the pull into the pseudo parking lot created by the vehicles between the house and the tent. The cops’ sweeping lights were on the far side of the lot and I thought about moving them to me but I didn't know where Dean was.

I hid behind the truck in front of me, closed my eyes, and focused on Dean. The warmth swelled in my chest and I followed it. It pulled me forward and I focused on the sensation that was almost like a string leading me to him. I opened my eyes and moved around the truck following the invisible path.

I came to a camper with Cujo barking from the front seat then Dean climbed down the side. I rushed over and pinned him against the vehicle. He smiled and that lightning zipped through my veins. “I told you you’re not leaving me behind tonight.”

“Just testing a theory.” Damn that sexy as hell smirk.

His arms wrapped around me and his mouth sought forgiveness and soothed the frantic need bouncing around. The energies passing back and forth swirling around in my chest; his need, his calm, his joy crashed and blended with my worry and other muddled emotions. It was different than my connection with Pamela but maybe it really was this bond. Then Pamela’s grin flashed in my mind after she asked about echoes.

Dean broke the kiss and dropped his arms but his hand found mine. “Come on, we should keep moving.”

“Of course.” The movement in my head was nothing like he was talking about.

He grinned, “hey, stow that. I’m not that strong.”

I chuckled and pictured him pressing me against the camper, the heat shot through me at the thought stirring an ache.

He closed his eyes, his jaw clenching, “fuck me.” My mouth dropped open then in seconds he had me pinned against the camper with his body and his lips hovered just in front of mine. I reached for him and he pulled back, “how did you ever think this was normal?”

It was a joke he teased me with after our first time; an innocent question I had asked that somehow became an inside joke I’d never live down.

I looked into his intense, laughing eyes, “I didn’t know any better.” He leaned in, coming close but still not giving me what I wanted.

“We really need to move. I will only do it if you swear no more cheating.” That smirk only caused the ache to grow.

“I swear.”

He pressed his lips to mine with all the desire that swirled between us. He pulled away, grabbed my hand again, and tugged me away from the camper. “We’re getting a separate room tonight.”

“Whatever you say.” We weaved through the cars and then I yanked him to the side toward the edge of the field.

The chill skittered down my spine right before the light in front of us fell dark. Dean squeezed my hand and we slowed down then stopped when the line of lights in front of us shut down in quick succession. We glanced at each other before Dean looked behind us but I could feel it just beyond the light pole in front of us. “Dean.” I don’t even know if I said it out loud but Dean turned and the tension hit me like a truck.

He tried to pull his hand from mine but I tightened my grip. He stared forward at the approaching reaper and forced out through clenched teeth, “go. Run.”

“I’m not going anywhere. It won’t matter.” I turned in front of him pressing my chest against his and grabbed the back of his neck pulling his head toward me. “Just look at me. Sammy will stop it.” But the fear still bounced back and forth. The tears in his eyes only echoed his apologies flowing in my head. That was new. I never heard his words like that before.

My back stung then the pale hand was against Dean’s head reminding me of Roy. The pain was immediate, a powerful draining sensation that didn’t just take the breath away but smashed the lungs altogether.

Dean choked, fighting back as much as he could but there was no protection for this kind of onslaught. Without thinking, I grabbed his face and screamed, Dean! I sucked in a painful breath with the surge of energy that shot through me then pulled his face to mine ignoring the freezing cold that clung to his right side and burned my hand. His eyes flitted across my face and they began to drain of color as a sharp pain jabbed my chest.

“Dean!” The anguished cry pierced the night air and echoed in my head. I could feel my body shutting down like before but so much faster, the pain screaming from too many parts of my body. Then Pamela’s voice was rushing over itself, his soul connected to yours not just sharing the burden. The power it creates. but your body was aching because his soul was losing power. The power it creates.

I slammed my lips against his and chanted in my head, Animo, animum, corpus, animam meam. Cresceret vinculum duorum ad unum.

There was another buildup of energy in my chest until it burst outward and the cold vacuum vanished. I broke away searching Dean’s face terrified to find him gone. His green eyes were clear staring back into mine, his brows furrowed, but then he glanced over my head as we continued to suck in air.

I looked over my shoulder and realized we were both on our knees. The reaper was still there but backing away. He was angry but also looked relieved. It jerked its head to the side, smiled, and then disappeared.

I turned back to Dean feeling the energy once again passing back and forth and swirling in my chest. “Dean?”

“Yeah, creepy as hell but I saw it too.” He brushed hair out of my face, “you…”

I shook my head, “us. Did you feel that…” I glanced down to his chest, pressing my hand over his sternum trying to find the words for it.

“Like a bomb went off in my chest when you kissed me?”

My gaze shot up to his and I nodded, “that's a good way to phrase it.”

“The bond thing?”

“She said it was powerful. I mean if souls are supposed to be this insanely powerful energy, I can see how linking two together would be... ” Something John had said sparked to new life in my mind, you two are like a spotlight.

“Trippy.” Dean rose to his feet pulling me with him, “what were you saying?”

“What?”

“I could hear you saying something in latin.”

“I don’t know…” I thought about the words that had suddenly popped in my head but I couldn't grasp them now. “I think I commanded the bond to connect? Like strengthened it somehow…” I frowned looking down at my hands as fear crept along the edges of my mind that I couldn’t grasp.

Dean wrapped his arm around me and started walking, “come on, let’s get back to the car.”

I tried to read his mind but everything seemed to be back to normal, our normal. I could feel how tired he was, an exhaustion that was pulling at me too but I couldn’t read his thoughts or hear him in my head. I glanced at him as we picked our way back to the impala, “I heard you too. You were saying sorry. Sorry that you couldn’t stay and for breaking your promise.”

He squeezed my hand, “it’s been a trippy night. Maybe talk about it after some sleep?”

I pressed into his side and nodded, “yeah. I could sleep for days.”

His chuckle bubbled through my chest. We were alive, we were okay, and a little mystery was just part of our normal too. “So I guess we don't need a separate room.”

He slammed to a stop as his head snapped in my direction. “That's happening.”

Waking up in Dean’s arms was something I could never get bored with. I thought about the normal fights people have after living together for so long but as long as I woke up to this, I would always know everything was going to work out. It was a faulty argument since I knew I wouldn’t always get to wake up exactly like this with his arm slung over my side.

That was just real life though, we won’t be together every night, things happen and we’ll end up being a part, hopefully not as long as any of our separations before. That incoherent fear bounced along the periphery again like a shadow I only see from the corner of my eye. When I tried to reach for it, it vanished. That was getting fucking annoying.

“Morning sunshine.” Dean’s lips pressed against my shoulder.

I rolled to face him and covered my mouth with the sheet, “wanna shower? Maybe brush our teeth?”

He pushed me to my back and rolled on top of me attacking my sides, “are you trying to say I stink?”

I squirmed underneath him laughing like a maniac. “Stop! Yes! You do!” Suddenly, his weight was gone and I sat up. He was sauntering into the bathroom completely naked and I watched him as he leaned into the shower and turned on the water.

He looked back at me as he waited for the water to heat up, “well? You coming or what?”

I smiled and jumped out of the bed, “soon, love. Definitely soon.”

That brilliant smile as he raked his gaze over me, “I love it when you read my mind.”

“You just like me because I laugh at your jokes.”

He wrapped his arm around me and pulled me to his chest dancing us into the bathroom, “maybe I need to show you that it's both and so much more.”

I hummed as he back stepped into the shower pulling me with him. “Mmmm, please do.”

After we dressed, Dean packed our bags as I finished drying my hair in the bathroom.

“I’m going to take these to the car. Meet you in Sam’s room?”

My phone danced on the porcelain sink and I grabbed it before it fell off the edge. I turned off the hairdryer and read Sam’s text. Yeah. Any minute now. Is he coming?

“Did you hear me?” Dean asked.

“Stop by Sam’s room first. He’s probably ready to go,” I replied as I tapped out a response to Sam. Yup.

“Gotcha.”

I looked into the mirror and smiled. He definitely didn’t need to have that guilt eating away at him. Hopefully, this would work at least a little. Layla was a genuine optimist and maybe her peace would spread to him.

I double checked that Dean got everything before I left the room. Sam stepped into the hallway and shut his door, “you ready?”

I stared at the door behind him, “already? How did he look?”

Sam walked toward me pulling the keys from his pocket, “shocked. You really think this will work?”

“It’s the only thing that can. You know how he is. Maybe talking to her will help put it behind him.” I pulled my phone from my pocket, “I called her earlier when I first got up and she said she’d be ready. She better be. I am not walking in on her again.”

Sam chuckled, “are you ever going to let that go?”

“Hey, just because you enjoyed the view.” I laughed at the blush that crept up his cheeks. “I don’t mind picking her up but I will never enter her room again. We will wait in the parking lot. You told Dean we’d pick him up after we got her, right?”

He rolled his eyes, “I’m hurt that you think I can’t handle things.”

I poked him with my elbow, “I missed messing with you.”

“You’ve been back with us for weeks.”

“Yeah, but I missed years. Oh, and that time you walked out on us.”

“For a day and I recall making it back just in time to save your ass.”

“Excuse me, it was your brother’s ass. I didn't get jumped by the children of the corn part fifty-seven.”

He threw his back laughing then squeezed me as we approached the impala. “Yeah, but things will be better from here on out. No more following the road that others make for us, right?”

I nodded and detached from him to make my way around to the passenger door with a stab of guilt all my own. “Exactly.”

Dean sat next to Layla knowing Y/n set this up with Sam. Her words last night about his guilt and how they couldn’t save everyone playing in his head as Layla told him what happened inside the tent and then brought up Sue Ann. But he wasn’t thinking about the job. He couldn’t stop thinking about the woman that saved his life more times than he could count.

“Roy’s a good man, he doesn’t deserve what’s happened.” Y/n’s whispers from last night interrupted his thoughts, no matter what happens, you will always be mine and I know you will never let me down. It’s the one truth I’ve held onto since I was five years old.

He glanced at Layla remembering that not everyone had what he did. “Must be rough, to believe in something so much and have it disappoint you like that.”

Dean looked down at his hands recalling the feel of y/n’s lips on his when that blast went off inside him shoving the reaper off. Would there ever be a day that she didn't save him? There were times when he didn't feel like he deserved her but she never ceased to erase those doubts.

He didn't have faith in much but she was the one that never let him down. He was damn lucky to have her and he’d never let her go a day without knowing that.

“You wanna hear something weird?”

For a second, he almost expected her to say something about the storm going on in his head. “Hm?”

“I’m okay. Really. I guess if you’re going to have faith, you can’t just have it when the miracles happen. You have to have it when they don’t.”

It was like a sucker punch to his gut. Layla had no idea how her words hit him, striking upon the guilt and fear deep within him. She wasn’t just pointing out what Y/n had said about not saving everyone but that maybe there was some plan that he wasn’t aware of, a plan that Y/n thought involved the four of them. Four. The number didn’t make sense yet fit perfectly.

He cleared his throat, “so, what now?”

“God works in mysterious ways.”

Dean gazed into her eyes as she reached up and touched his head a lot like the way Roy did. The cynical side of him said it was just what she had taken in during the last few months watching Roy but another part of him wondered if it was more than that. Is it possible that God did step in and decide to do some good with it?

Even when Y/n was little, she had this idea that God stepped in but only for random acts here and there. He just thought that people saw what they wanted to believe but there were plenty of things he didn’t understand so how could he possibly disregard it?

Layla smiled and stood from the bed. “Tell her it was nice meeting the two of you. It’s refreshing seeing something like that. Just doesn’t seem so common anymore.”

“What do you mean?”

“The way you two look at each other and move together? It's like you're one person. It's nice to know that kind of love is still a possibility.” She nodded, “goodbye, Dean.”

She headed for the door and he stood up, “Hey.” She turned around and he could almost feel her heartbreak but knew it was just in his head. He cleared his throat, “I’m not much of the praying type but I’m gonna pray for you.”

She told him that was a miracle but his mind was already racing. She left the room and he stared at the door. Y/n knew that talking to her would help him with his guilt but for some reason, he felt like he was given a warning, some moment on the horizon when the miracle wouldn’t come but he couldn’t grasp it. The more he tried, the further it seemed to slip.

He sat down on the bed going through the whole conversation. A plan that involved the four of us. Where the hell did that come from? His phone went off in his pocket and he pulled it out. It was a text from Y/n, on the way back. Are you still talking? We can give you time.

He grinned and replied, no. Ready to go. He thought about adding we need to talk but decided against it. He could wait until they had a moment alone to find out when and how she got this idea. It didn’t matter how he got it, they’d had plenty of extraordinary sharing recently. He seriously wanted to know who the hell the fourth was and if she even knew.

I stood just to the side of the security line with Pamela not wanting to say goodbye. Dean and Sam had hugged her goodbye and stood together a few yards away giving us our own time.

“Well, I got a lot of work to do.”

I looked away from Sam and met Pamela’s gaze, “when you see her, tell her I’m trying everything I can.”

“For the last time, Jess understands. She is learning what she needs to because she knows the demon is coming for her as long as Sam’s involved.” She raised her brow approvingly, “she’s actually a pretty good shot.” Pamela dropped her bag and grasped my upper arms. “She’s never going to blame you for saving her life. You need to put that behind you. You were always so good with that before.”

“But this is different,” I glanced around, “I feel like I’m lying to him every time he misses her and I don’t tell him.”

Pamela hugged me tightly, “you and I both know if he knows she’s alive the demon will hunt her down. As long as he thinks she’s gone so will the demon. It felt a death that night. That’s all his arrogant ass needed but you have to know he’d be checking in on Sam and if that loss is gone...”

“Do you really think it can read… sorry, I know. But he's going to hate me.”

“Doing the right thing isn’t always easy especially in this line of work, but he loves you, you're family. Even if he hates you for a while, which I don't think is possible for that boy, but he’ll still love you and he’ll come around. If not, Jess might just kick his ass.”

I squeezed her and tucked my head into shoulder, “thank you so much for coming. For everything.”

“Anytime, honey. I need top ups too.” My father’s sentiment echoed in my head, family has a way of recharging your batteries better than any amount of sleep can. “Besides I may not be able to rock his world but that boy of yours is one good looking piece of…”

“Don’t.”

She grinned as she pulled away, “I don’t have to tell you, I can see how much he satisfies you. Mmm, you hit the jackpot, honeybee.” I chuckled and she brushed the back of her fingers over my cheek, a favored touch of endearment she shared with my dad. “If there was anyone worth sealing for, it’d be that fine man.” She kissed my cheek, “you three stay safe, you hear me?”

“Yes, Aunt Pama.”

She frowned, “must you?” I laughed as she stared at Dean’s ass. “I bet he’ll just keep getting better with age too. You youngin’s always get lucky.”

“Go on! Before they hear you.”

She turned to them and waved, “you boys stay tasty!”

Dean grinned and wiggled his brows winking at a few people staring their way while Sam grinned then looked down at the ground.

She gave me one last hug, “give your mom a call, okay? I know she doesn't agree with your lifestyle, but can you really blame her?” She pulled back with a smile, “see you soon.” She walked into the security line and I strolled back to Dean and Sam trying to remember the last time I called my mother.

“Tasty, huh?” Dean slipped his arm over my shoulder.

“Hush.”

“Yeah, please. Bad enough I know what happens when I’m not around.” Sam glanced back as we headed for the door.

“Come on, Sammy. We’re all adults here.”

“Funny because Y/n and I seem to be the only ones acting like it.”

I grinned up at dean and heard his voice in my head, we need to talk. He obviously saw my shock and smirked, interesting. How have we never tried this before?

I blinked, I'm sorry, I think I'm losing my mind.

Yeah, I know the feeling.

I’ll have to text Pamela when she landed and add telepathic communication to the list of things from this bond. The boys and I walked out of the airport and I had the strangest feeling that something had changed again.

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