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justjensenanddean · 2 days
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Jensen Ackles with a fan (x)
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jacklesthings · 1 month
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Jensen's proof of life 😝
The players IG post
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dotthings · 10 months
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Hottie in a backwards baseball cap. (How apt, the Purcon video had flames in it, below where I cropped the screencaps)
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campingmonkey · 1 year
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He just looks so snuggly! 😍🥰
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winchesterwild78 · 2 months
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Chance Meeting
This is my first ever fan fiction. I adore Jensen Ackles and have no hate towards his family. In this he’s single. I’m not sure exactly how to do this so any suggestions or feedback is appreciated. Please be kind and all mistakes are my own.
Please don’t take my work. 18+ Only!
Warnings: fluff, angst, smut (later on), Jensen being a sweetheart
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You guess in order to tell your story you have to start when you and Jensen first met. It was a chilly day in October. You were so excited about your first ever Supernatural Convention. You had been a fan of the show since it started and watched every single episode, several times over. Like everyone else, you have your favorites and of course like everyone your least favorite being the very last episode.
Anyway, you’re rambling. You tend to do that when you think back on moments where your world turned upside down. Like you said before, this was your first convention. You’ve seen videos on YouTube, Instagram, Facebook and TikTok, but nothing could have prepared you for being there in person.
You spent the money for the gold admission, because hey go big or go home, right? You had every outfit picked out for each photo op and panel you knew you were going to attend. You had paid for single photo ops of Misha, Jared, and of course the green eyed angel himself, Jensen. You’ve always been a “Dean” girl, and a fan of Jensen. Between his shows, movies and his music. Damn is he a talented man. You also had a photo op for Jared, Jensen and Misha. *swoon* The photo ops were all scheduled for Saturday as were most of the panels. You didn’t know exactly what to expect for Friday, but the air was electrified with anticipation, excitement and curiosity. You opted to stay at the hotel that was hosting the convention because you seriously didn’t want to have to Uber back and forth. Plus you wanted to come and go when you got tired or needed a break you’d head to your room then back down again.
You finally arrived at the check in desk and got my room key. The front desk clerk was super nice but gave you a weird smile and wink when she told you your room and floor. “You’re on the 7th floor, room 714” *grin and wink* Um, thanks you said as you grabbed the key and your stuff. As you waited for the elevator you heard some fans talking about the actors who were already there. One of them asked about Jared, Jensen and Misha. The first girl who was obviously a Dean girl by the look of her outfit said they don’t get there until late tonight so they shouldn’t expect to see them at all today. You laughed at the disappointment on their faces and put in your earbuds and turned on Radio Company to just relax. Something about Jensen’s voice just made you relaxed. Of course one of your favorite songs started right up and you couldn’t help but sing along. “Ain’t No Tellin” was playing as the elevator opened up.
*Ding* went the elevator and you stepped in. You couldn’t believe you were alone in the elevator. Or so you thought. You must have missed the man standing in the corner. In your defense he had on a dark pullover and a baseball cap. You continued singing this time louder because again, you thought you were alone. Then there was a tap on your shoulder and you screamed. The man standing in the corner threw his hands up apologizing for scaring you. It was then you realized you knew that voice. Oh my god! It was Jensen Ackles!! You pulled your earbuds out and told him you were sorry you screamed and you didn’t see him there. He smirked that half cocked smirk and said I figured since you started singing louder once you got in. Your face instantly turned three shades of red. He extended his hand and said “Hi, I’m Jensen, and you are?” You take his strong calloused hand in yours trying not to melt and trying to remember your name. Oh my god, my name, what’s my name?!?!? His beautiful green eyes staring straight into your soul. You felt his thumb rub circles on your hand and you suddenly remembered how to speak. You smile brightly with your y/c eyes and finally say My name is y/n, nice to meet you. Your hands held on just a few seconds longer before you both pulled away. Well nice to meet you y/n I hope you have a great time this weekend and I get to see you again soon. Yeah, thanks you too is all you could say with a smile.
The elevator stopped on floor 7 and you stepped out looking at the signs on the wall for which direction your room was in. You were talking to yourself when you heard that honey whiskey voice in your ear “Find your room yet?” His warm breath was on your ear and neck and it sent shivers down your spine. You spin around and you realize just how close you two really are. Damn his eyes are beautiful you think to yourself and those plump lips. Mmm I could get drunk off of those you thought. You manage to whisper out “yeah, I’m in 714, it’s this way.” Jensen smiles and nods as you walk away.
You make it to your room and go around checking everything before you start to unpack. You’re halfway through unpacking when there is a knock at your door. You sigh walk over and look out the peephole and see Jensen standing there with a grin on his face. You start to panic thinking you did something wrong. With a deep breath you open the door and smile. “Jensen, what are you doing here?” He looked at you smiled and asked if he could come in for a minute. You step aside and let him in before closing the door and locking it. This was a habit you picked up long ago being single and living alone. He came in and took a seat at the foot of the bed. You stood near the door trying to figure out what was going on. The silence seemed to go on for hours, but it was really seconds. Jensen told you he really enjoyed hearing you sing and he wanted to know if you would join everyone tonight for the Karaoke party and maybe sing something with him. I’m sorry what? Was all you could say. He chuckled and said it again. I don’t really like singing in front of people, if I knew anyone was on the elevator I wouldn’t have sang. You said and shyly smile at him. He stood up and took your hands in his. Y/N, please consider coming. I really would love to sing just one song with you. You look up into his emerald green eyes and look away. You take your hands out of his and sit in the chair at the desk.
“Why” you ask him in a very low voice. Why would you want me to sing with you. I’m nobody. Hell I don’t even look like the right type of woman to be standing next to you. I’m not a model, I have extra weight every where, stretch marks and I love chocolate. I don’t think it’s a good idea. Jensen sighed and bent down in front of you taking your hands again. Y/N please look at me. He spoke softly this time. You could smell his woodsy cologne and the mint gum he was chewing and it drove you wild. God he smelt like heaven and every time he touched you it was like electricity shooting through you. You kept your head down to hide the tears that pricked your eyes. You’ve never been beautiful in the eyes of the world and you’ve always carried extra weight. You’ve had your fill of insults and people judging you for your looks and you really didn’t want to stand up in front of a room full of strangers next to one of the most gorgeous men on the planet and judged. When you didn’t lift your head, Jensen slowly took his hand and placed it under your chin to lift up your face. He saw the pain in your eyes and you saw the regret and sadness in his. Hey sweetheart, don’t cry. I’m sorry I didn’t mean to push or upset you. If you don’t want to I’m okay with it. I don’t want you to feel pressured. I just wanted the world to hear that beautiful voice I heard. A single tear left your eye and you felt his thumb wipe it away. You looked in his eyes and you have no idea what or why, but you both started to move towards each other. Your lips were inches from his and he smiled. Jensen whispered “can I kiss you” and you nodded. He placed a sweet kiss on your lips then pulled away. You looked at him and smiled. As he walked towards the door Jensen turned around and said I hope to see you later y/n, even if you come just to enjoy the show. Then he turned around and left you standing in your room. Your head was spinning and you could feel the ghost of the kiss still on your lips.
You stood there for a few minutes trying to gather your thoughts. Did Jensen Ackles really just kiss me, and why? You had a decision to make, go to Karaoke or not. So many things running through your head. The loudest thing was how desperately you wanted to see and kiss Jensen again.
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we could be more | dean winchester | 3
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Summary: Ivonne Rainer was practically a trained killing machine. Stripped to the bone then built back up by her father in order to become one of the best, like he was. She was forced into hunting when she was nineteen, having developed powers that couldn’t be explained. That is, until she was paid a visit by Azazel’s lackey. Her powers were gone, she needed help, and that’s when she found her father’s journal. Pointing to Sam and Dean Winchester.
SERIES MASTERLIST
BLOODLUST
NOW PLAYING: REVENGE - TANFEELZ
I walked down the stairs, and when he saw me, Dean choked on his morning coffee while Sam sipped it, amused. 
“Morning, boys.” I smiled, walking over to the coffee pot and pouring one of my own, adding creamer. 
“Morning.” Sam smirked.
“Is that what you’re wearing on the case?” Dean asked, putting his hand over his chest. I looked down at my outfit, wondering if I should start teasing him or not. I was wearing a black cropped tank top, high-waisted slim jeans and was wearing a baseball cap. 
“Yeah.” I shrugged. “What, can’t call me Beanie now?” 
“I still will and you know it.” 
“Course you will, but what about my outfit is distracting, Dean?” 
“Yeah, Dean?” Sam chuckled. 
“Nothing.” He coughed. “Let’s just get in the Impala as quickly as we can. I can’t wait to drive her again.”
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We were now in the Impala, driving to Red Lodge cause we’d gotten another case. Dean was happily singing along to the music, while Sam and I watched him, amused.
“Whoo! Listen to her purr! Have you ever heard anything so sweet?” He whooped, grooving along to the music.
”If you two ever wanna get a room, let Sam and I know.” I quipped, making Sam laugh.
”Oh, don't listen to them, baby. They don’t understand us.” He cooed.
”You’re in a good mood.” Sam smirked.
”Why shouldn't I be?” 
“No reason.”
”Got my car, got my case, things are looking up…”
”Wow, Dean, give you a couple of severed heads and mutilated cows and you’re Mr Sunshine.” I chuckled, making Sam cackle, and Dean laughed too, to my surprise.
”How far to Red Lodge?” He asked.
”300 miles.” Sam replied.
Dean’s eyes glanced back to where my bandage used to be, thinking. ”Beanie, are you good for me to-“
”Dean, I’m not fragile, just floor it.” I rolled my eyes, and he pressed the pedal to the metal, speeding up. 
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We walked up to the sheriff in his office, who admittedly had an impressive moustache. 
“Hello sir, we’re with World Weekly News.” I introduced. “My name’s Lily Carter, and these are my partners Fred Logan,” I pointed at Sam, “and Jensen Barnes.” I gestured to Dean. “Is it alright if we ask a few questions?” I asked, and Dean and Sam looked at me in masked surprise, wondering how I lied so naturally. 
“The murder investigation is ongoing, and that's all I can share with the press at this time.” He replied coldly. 
“Sure, sure, we understand that,” Sam nodded, “but just for the record, you found the first, uh, head last week, correct?” 
“Mhmm.” 
“And the other, a, uh, Christina Flanagan.” 
“That was two days ago. Is there-“ A lady knocked at the door, pointing at her watch. The sheriff turned back to us, frowning. “Alright, you three, time’s up.” 
“One last question-“ 
“Yeah, what about the cattle?” Dean interrupted, stopping the sheriff. 
“Excuse me?” He asked, eye twitching. 
“You know, the cows found dead, split open, drained... over a dozen cases.” 
“What about them?” 
“Is there no connection at all, Sherriff?” I persisted, writing down my notes in a notebook. 
“Connection… with..?”
”First cattle mutilations, now two murders? Kinda sounds like ritual stuff.” Sam insinuated casually. 
“Satanic ritual stuff.” Dean added. 
“You’re not kidding…” The sheriff trailed off.
”No.”
”Those cows aren't being mutilated. You wanna know how I know?” 
“How?” I asked. 
“Because there's no such thing as cattle mutilation. Cow drops, leave it in the sun, within forty eight hours the bloat'll split it open so clean it's just about surgical. The bodily fluids fall down into the ground and get soaked up because that's what gravity does. But, hey, it could be Satan. What newspaper did you say you work for?” 
“Weekly World News.” Dean said confidently. 
“World Weekly News.” Sam corrected. 
“Weekly World-“
”World Weekly-“
”Weekly-“
”World-“ 
“World Weekly News.” I finished, closing my notebook. “They’re new. We’ll be leaving you to it, officer.” I walked out, prompting the two to follow after. 
“How are you so good at lying?” Sam asked. 
“You get good once you become a freak of nature.” I replied. “Hide your name or people will be after your blood and secrets.”
“What next?” Dean asked. 
“Examine the bodies. I’ve got a couple of doctor’s coats in the car.” 
“You touched my baby without telling me?” 
“I cleaned the fingerprints off, Dean, you’re fine.”
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We walked over to the front desk of the morgue wearing our doctor’s coats. There was an intern at the desk, and when we walked up to the desk, Dean took a look at the tag, which read ‘J. Manners’. 
“John.” Dean guessed. 
“Jeff.” Jeff grimaced. 
“Jeff.” He repeated. “I know that. Dr. Dworkin needs to see you in his office right away.” 
“But Dr Dworkin’s on vacation.” 
“But he’s back and he’s screaming for you right now, so if I were you, I would…” Dean whistled, and Jeff ran away. 
“Real smooth, Dean.” I sighed, taking a lock-picking tool and opening the door, letting us into the room with the heads. 
“Yeah, I know. Hey, those satanists in Florida, they marked their victims, didn't they?“ 
“Yeah, reversed pentacle on the forehead.” Sam confirmed. 
“Yeah. So much f'd up stuff happens in Florida.” We got three pairs of latex gloves and put them on, wheeling out a tray of a corpse with a box between it’s legs. “All right, open it.” 
“No, you open it.” 
“No, you-“
”You-“ 
“Both of you are wusses.” I rolled my eyes, carrying the box to a table and opening it. They both approached, wincing at the sight of the decapitated girl’s head. “So, decapitated head, which is nasty, but the forehead is clean.” 
“Wow. Poor girl.” Sam tutted. 
“Maybe we should, uh, you know, look in her mouth, see if those wackos stuffed anything down her throat.” Dean suggested. “You know, kinda like the moth in Silence of the Lambs.” 
“Yeah, here, go ahead.” 
“No, you go ahead.” 
“You thought of it.” 
“‘Put the lotion in the basket.’” Not a quote from Silence of the Lambs. 
“Again, you’re wusses.” I searched in the mouth, checking the teeth and airways.
”Beanie, do you need me to catch you if you-“
”I’m not going to faint, Dean, but you might.” 
“Just checking.”
”Dean, get me a bucket.” Sam asked from behind me. 
“Did she find something?” 
“No, I’m gonna puke.” 
“Hey, guys.” I beckoned them over and lifted up the lip again, and both of them retched. “Oh, grow up. Look at the gum. This hole here?” I pressed a hole in the gum, and two pointed teeth sprang out. 
“It's a tooth.” 
“Sam, that’s a fang.” Dean corrected. “Retractable set of vampire fangs. You’ve gotta be kidding me.” 
“Well, that changes things.” Sam grinned. 
“Ya think?”
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We entered a bar, where there was a man smoking at the counter. We were moving to sit down when Dean pulled out my chair for me and tucked it in when I moved to sat down. Sam and I gave him a weird look, but let it go. 
“How's it going?” Dean nodded, sitting down. 
“Living the dream.” The bartender replied coolly. “What can I get for you?” 
“Three beers, please.” 
“So, we're looking for some people.” Sam started nervously. 
“Sure. Hard to be lonely.” 
“Yeah. But um, that's not what I meant.” He dropped a 50 dollar bill on the table, and the bartender took it. “Right. So these, these people, they would have moved here about six months ago, probably pretty rowdy, like to drink...” 
“Sleep all day, party all night, kind of thing.” I added. 
“Barker farm got leased out a couple months ago. Real winners. They've been in here a lot - drinkers. Noisy. I've had to 86 them once or twice.” The bartender informed, cleaning a glass. 
“Right, thanks.” We got up, leaving our half-finished beers on the table. The man who was at the bar was gone, but his cigarette was left. We walked out, and I took my gun out of my pocket, holding it inconspicuously. 
“Do you also see the guy behind us?” Sam asked. 
“Yeah, we do.” Dean hissed. “Let’s lose him then question him.” 
“Sounds like a plan.” I whispered, and we quickly went to the right, and heard the footsteps behind us stop. 
“Beanie, stay back, cause if this guy’s a vamp, he’s dangerous.” 
“The hell I will. Why are you being so protective?” 
“He’s here.” Sam muttered. 
“We’ll talk about this later.” Dean grumbled before he sprang out, taking out a knife and throwing the guy against a wall, holding the blade to his neck. “Smile.” 
“What?” 
“Show us those pearly whites.” 
“Oh, for the love of -- you want to stick that thing someplace else? I'm not a vampire.” He looked at Sam’s stunned face and nodded the best he could. “Yeah, that's right. I heard you guys in there.” 
“What do you know about vampires?” Sam interrogated. 
“How to kill ‘em. Now seriously, bro. That knife's making me itch.“ He started to pull away, but Sam reached in and pinned him harder to the wall. “Easy there, Chachi. We’re trying to keep me conscious here, aren’t we-“ I pulled Dean’s hand away from the guy’s neck and hook punched him, making him groan. 
“You’re not in charge here, we are.” I growled, cocking my gun and holding it up. “So you better give us something before you find this at your temple.” 
“Alright, alright!” He pulled up his lip, showing us his gum. “No fangs, happy? Gorgeous form, by the way.” Sam let him go, all of us relaxing.
“Damn, Ivy.” Sam breathed. 
“Damn it is.” Dean chuckled. 
“I like her.” The man chuckled, gesturing to me. “She one o’ your girlfriends, or somethin’?” 
“They’d be honoured if I was.” I smirked. 
“What’s your name, sweetheart?” 
“Ivonne Rainer.” 
He looked surprised, raising his eyebrows. “Rainer? You’re Mick Rainer’s girl?” 
“Mick Rainer?” Dean repeated. 
“Yeah, I’m his daughter.” I breathed. “What of it?” 
“I’ll be damned.” He grinned. “I’m Gordon. Come with me.” We started walking to the car park. “And you boys?” 
“Sam Winchester.” Sam introduced. “And, uh, my brother Dean.” 
“I’ll be damned again. John Winchester’s boys? It’s like I’ve hit a jackpot.” We reached his car, and he opened it, revealing an arsenal of weapons. “Sam and Dean Winchester. I can't believe it. You know I met your old man once? Hell of a guy. Great hunter. I heard he passed. I'm sorry. It's big shoes. But from what I hear you guys fill 'em. Great trackers, good in a tight spot. Then there’s Michael Rainer.” He turned to me, whistling. “I ain’t ever met a man who can wrangle a spirit, demon, ‘geist, you name it- faster than he can. Shame he passed away as well.” 
“Your dad’s dead?” Sam asked me, looking concerned. 
“Again, story for another time.” I groaned, folding my arms. 
“You seem to know a lot about our families.” Dean frowned. 
“Word travels fast. You know how hunters talk.” 
“I don’t think they do.” I scoffed. 
“There’s a lot your dads didn’t tell you, then.” 
“So, um, so those two vampires, they were yours, huh?” Sam asked. 
“Yep, been here two weeks.” I looked at his arsenal until I saw the hook, which had bloodstains on it. They were fresh. I looked back at Gordon, biting my lip. 
“You ok?” Dean whispered in my ear. “Anything hurting?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.” I snapped back. 
“Just checkin’, Beanie.” He turned back to Gordon. “Did you check out that Barker farm?” 
“It's a bust. Just a bunch of hippie freaks. Though they could kill you with that patchouli smell alone.” Gordon shook his head. 
“Where's the nest, then?” 
“I got this one covered. Look, don't get me wrong. It's a real pleasure meetin' you fellas. But I've been on this thing over a year. I killed a fang back in Austin, tracked the nest all the way up here. I'll finish it.” 
“We can help.”
”Thanks, but uh, I'm kind of a go-it-alone type of guy.” 
“Come on, man, I’ve been itching for a hunt.” 
“Sorry. But hey, I hear there's a Chupacabra two states over. You go ahead and knock yourselves out.” Gordon got in his car, looking out. “It was real good meeting you, though. I'll buy you a drink on the flip side.” He drove off, leaving us to stew in the events. I slipped the keys to the Impala from Dean’s pocket, storming over to the car. 
“Bea- Ivonne!” Dean called, walking behind me. “What the hell?!”
Sam’s footsteps joined Dean’s. ”Dean, let me handle this-“ 
“No!” 
I got into the driver’s seat, slamming the door. Dean and Sam got in, Dean in the seat beside me. I groaned in frustration, thankful that I didn’t have my powers. “Stupid Gordon revealing stupid everything-“
”Revealing what- Ivonne, talk to me! What the hell’s going on-“
”Dean!” Sam silenced Dean, leaning forward. “Can we talk about this once we’ve actually gotten a place to stay? Cause I personally don’t wanna die in a car crash and the last thing I hear is you two yelling it out!” 
Dean sat back in his seat, groaning. “Fine.” 
I didn’t say anything, I just started driving.
When we got a motel, the first thing Dean did was round on me. 
“Is that the person who died, Ivonne?” He interrogated. “Cause you seem a whole lot angrier since Gordon mentioned Mick Rainer’s death.”
”What happened to my dad is none of your business-“ 
“A lot of things about you is none of our business!” Dean burst out. “Hell, the most I know about you is your name and what kind of coffee you like! You said your dad wasn’t around a lot and now both Sam and I know why, but you’re not telling us anything!” 
“What about you, Dean, huh?” I countered, stepping forward and sizing him up. I was shorter, but oh well. “You’re not tellin’ me a lotta things either. You’re acting like I’m gonna collapse and die any minute, asking me if I’m doin’ ok, pullin’ out my chair, so what’s the deal about that, eh?” Dean seemed at a loss for words. 
“We get that the subject is sensitive, but our dad died too.” Sam calmly explained. “We’d know how you feel.” 
“You wouldn’t.” 
“It’s hard to believe, but we do, and we want to help. We’re here to protect you. Tell us what happened.” 
I stayed silent.
“Then we’ll wait.” Sam assured, then hugged me. Dean stood there awkwardly, looking guilty. But not for this, I don’t think. When we stepped back, Sam smiled. “I’m gonna go get us some dinner.” He left, and Dean went into the bathroom. I opened my satchel, taking out some spare pyjamas and changing into them, laying joggers out for the boys. I changed into shorts, but the moment I pulled my top over my head, Dean walked in. He looked me up and down for a moment, at a loss for words again. 
“Damn.” He coughed, then seemed to realise. “Not damn, bad Dean-”
”You’re good.” I smiled briefly, pulling my pyjama top on. “We’re gonna be in this kind of situation a lot. I, uh, packed some joggers for you.”
”Thanks.” He picked them up, looked at them, paused, then put them down. “Look, Ivonne, I’m sorry.”
”For what?” I chuckled. “You’re right. You don’t know anything about me.”
”But what happened to your dad is your business. I’m not gonna pry, just tell me when you’re ready.”
”I can work with that.” 
“And about the protecting you and all that jazz, it’s cause I blame myself for that knife in you.” I immediately turned to him, folding my arms. 
“Hey, no, it wasn’t.”
”It’s just… it was my job to locate that guy and if I’d done it a little faster, your life wouldn’t be on the line.”
”You’d only find me dead with a knife in my jugular.”
”That’s specific.” He joked until he quietened down.  “That’s how your dad died.”
”Close.” I smiled. 
“And you’re attached to the name Lily Carter too.” He deduced.  “She close?”
”They.” I paused, sitting on my bed. “Lily and Carter Rainer. My brother and sister.” Dean sat beside me, clasping his hands. Sam walked back in, and, sensing the situation, pulled up a chair. “I think I should tell you what happened. You guys told me the deal with your mom, so it’s fair play.”
”When you’re ready.” Sam nodded.
“I was meant to be the eldest sibling of five. It was me, then Carter, fifteen, then Quinn, Carter’s twin, then Lily,  thirteen, then my mom’s unborn child, just 18 weeks in. I was 19. Quinn had been diagnosed with cancer just before mom got pregnant, and died soon after. It broke everyone, and even the gender reveal of my baby brother didn’t cheer anyone up. It was like we were soulless, and I didn’t talk to anyone for a long time, especially not Carter, who started acting up.” I paused, breathing out shakily. 
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“You need to cut that attitude, young man.” I growled, facing Carter. “Quinn and dad are both dead, I know-“
”You don’t know!” He shouted.
”The hell I do! I’m trying my hardest to-“
”That’s where you’re wrong, Ivonne, cause you’re not trying at all.” Carter seethed. “Lily was taken out of school cause she kept crying and where are you during the day when I get into a fight?”
”Taking care of our mother.” I frowned. “Y’know, cause she’s pregnant with our brother and dad isn’t even alive to help so that means that I have to step in. Heck, he wasn’t even here in the first place. Just… go to your room!” I pointed to his room, and he stalked off, giving me a nasty look.
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“Take your time.” Dean murmured.
”Nah, I need to… I need to get this out.” I gulped, trying to stop my voice from breaking. “If I don’t, I’ll explode. One day, we get the news that dad was found dead, but his heart was carved out of his body, almost so perfectly it was surgical. I completely bricked out Carter by then, cause I thought he didn’t need me and I had my own problems. Seems like a dreamwalking demon found his emotions good enough to feed on. In the night, I hear a scream, and then silence.” Tears started to fill my eyes as my voice broke. “I run to investigate and I find Lily dead with a knife stuck right through her jugular.” 
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I was reading a book, flipping the pages absent-mindedly. I frowned, looking at the introduction of the main character’s younger brother-
“IVY!” I heard Lily scream. “IVY, HE-“
Silence.
“Lily!” I called, leaping out of bed and rushing up the stairs. “LILY!” I burst into her room and almost collapsed, and she was lying in her bed, eyes open and a terrorised face. 
But there was a knife stuck straight through her throat. 
“Lily!” I cried, running over. “Lily…” I felt tears run down my face as I kissed her forehead, smoothing back her hair. I cradled her, sobbing as I tried to ignore the gaping hole that had appeared in me where Lily once was. “I’m so sorry, Lil. I’m so sorry…” 
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“God.” Dean breathed.
”Then I hear mom scream, then silence. I go up to her bedroom and there she is, a knife through her jugular and another in her belly, where my unborn brother was. We were going to name him Nathan. He wasn’t even alive yet and he was murdered…” I wiped a tear that went down my face. “Carter was there, smirking as if he did me a favour. Then another knife appeared in his hand, and he was about to do the same to me when he stopped and he…” I let out a loud sob, burying my face into my hands. Sam instantly moved to side hug me, while Dean gripped my hand. “He stabbed the knife… straight through his own  throat. He was dead before he hit the ground. He wasn’t even awake in the first place.”
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I’d barely finished mourning over Lily when a second scream pierced the house, which was my mom’s.
”PLEASE, SPARE ME! IVY, HELP ME-“
Silence. 
I left Lily reluctantly, sprinting up the stairs two at a time to try and get there before the killer left. “MOM!” I kicked down her door, and I screamed at the sight. Blood stained her sheets, and there were two knives in her, one in her jugular and the other in her belly, where my now dead unborn brother is. I looked at the perpetrator and almost screamed. 
It was Carter.
He was standing there, eyes glazed but a wicked grin on his face as he held another knife, preparing to throw it at me. However, in the nick of time, I felt my hand close around something. I didn’t even think about how I could use whatever was given to me, I just raised it, my finger pulled something and two loud bangs emitted from it, two holes appearing in my brother’s chest, and just after a black smoke flew up and out of the window. I stared at what was given to me with shaking hands, gasping in horror. It was a gun.
I’d shot my brother.
I ran over to Carter, taking the nape of his neck in my hand as I looked into his eyes. They were still glazed, as if he was sleeping. 
He was sleeping. 
“A dreawalker got to you, Carter.” I whispered, my quiet sobs turning to racking ones. I checked the gun wounds, which were black and like a crater, almost. The gun was still in my hand as the front door was knocked down, policemen filing in.
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”After that, I completely broke down. My family was gone and murdered. So I got out of the police case innocent, fled Jersey and I’ve been moving ever since.” 
“That…” Sam paused. “I don’t even know what to say.”
”My mom made my middle name Hazel cause it’s what she originally wanted to name me.” I whispered. “Her death, little Nate’s death, haunts me everyday. Even dad’s. I tried to buffer it by making the excuse that dad wasn’t there for anything and that mom cheated on him when she got the chance to, but it still hurts like hell. I can’t help but think if the dreamwalker will come back to finish the job with me.”
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“Daniel Elkins?” I called out, venturing in. An old man turned around, frowning. 
“Who’s askin’?” He rumbled, standing up.
”Ivonne Rainer, Michael Rainer’s daughter.”
”You’re Mick Rainer’s girl?”
”That’s right.” He took a look at my face, nodding.
”You look just like him. Got a little bit of Audrey too.”
”I’ve been told.”
“I’m sorry for your losses.”
”Thank you.” I nodded, then held out the gun. “I developed a sorceress’s powers the night I got this gun, my powers gave it to me, but it’s not an ordinary one. I talked to hunters who knew my dad and they pointed me to you.” I gave him the gun, which he examined.
”Your powers are a blessin’, girl.” He said gruffly. “This is called the Colt. Can kill anyone an’ anything and all you have to do is pull the trigger and have good aim.” 
“Can you handle it?”
”Course I can. Who d’you shoot with this?”
”My brother, just after a dreamwalker left his body.”
He clapped my shoulder, looking solemn. “Ain’t your fault, sweetheart.”
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”Ivonne, I am so sorry.” Dean pulled me into a hug, kissing my head. “I don’t have words either. But what happened isn’t your fault.”
“And we won’t let that dreamwalker hurt you.” Sam assured.
”We’ll kill it before it does.”
I felt kind of grateful for having Dean and Sam with me, but I also felt guilty.
”Do you need one of us to stay with you tonight?” Sam asked softly.
”Most likely.” I smiled awkwardly, then Dean raised his hand. 
“I’ll do it. Sammy’s gonna take up the bed, him and his giant DNA.” Dean volunteered, clapping Sam on the shoulder. He turned to me. “Whatcha thinking about?”
”I wanna track this Gordon guy.” I told them. “If he’s hunting vampires, he’s gonna do it tomorrow night and one may kill him. We don’t need another dead hunter.” 
“She’s right.” Sam nodded. “We can track him down in the morning.”
”In the meantime, I packed joggers for you guys.” I gestured to the joggers. “I figured that we’d need a change of clothes if we happened to stay the night anywhere.” 
“So that’s where that pair went.” Sam chuckled. “Nice one.” 
“Now we don’t have to sleep in jeans.” Dean grinned, picking his up.
Dean emerged from the bathroom with just his joggers on, making Sam groan. 
“Dean, it’s not you and I anymore.” He sighed. 
“You’re acting like I haven’t seen a guy shirtless.” I smirked, making them double take. “Yeah. I have flings too.” 
“Is Alex Wilde one of them, Beanie?” Dean smirked. 
“No.” 
“Well, there’s always time for it.” 
“Ivy, are you comfortable with it?” Sam asked.
“Course. I practically raised Carter, so I can handle you both. 
“That’s settled, then.” Dean grinned, shoving himself under the blanket. I quickly did my hair into a rope braid, and Dean’s eyes seemed to be… somewhere… on me. 
“Dean…?” I raised an eyebrow, turning. 
“Yeah, Beanie?” 
“What are you staring at?” 
“Yeah, Dean.” Sam smirked.
”I-I was staring at your necklace.” Dean stammered. “Wasn’t there before.” 
“Ellen gave it. It was my mom’s.” I grinned, ruffling his hair. “But it’s cute when you’re flustered.” I got into bed, laying down next to Dean, both of us facing the ceiling. Sam turned off the light and laid down, falling asleep soon after. I heard a shift next to me. 
“Beanie?” He muttered.
“Yeah?” I softly replied, turning my head to face his. 
“What was Carter like?” 
“He was like Sam, really. Smart, loyal, brave. Stubborn as hell. There’s not anything I wouldn’t have done for him. But he became a wreck after Quinn died, and it was so hard to recognise him. I guess that’s why I went so hard on him. I think I was trying to restore him in the worst way possible when I couldn’t deal myself.”
”I get that.” He whispered. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for Sammy.”
”I can tell.” I smiled. “Even though you two fight like raccoons sometimes, you protect him. I just wished that I could have had the same thing with Carter.” 
“You did what you had to do.” He assured. “Poor kid could’ve suffered worse had he woken up and been arrested for the murder of his family.”
”I suppose.” I shrugged. “Then again, I would’ve put my prints on the knives and said that I did it.” We stayed silent, just staring at the ceiling.
I shivered; it was cold. And, as if he had a radar, Dean sat up on his elbow, looking over. “You’re cold.” 
“Excellent spot, Dean.” 
“Sammy once said that staying close can preserve body heat.” 
“Dean Winchester, are you trying to hit on me?” 
“No, no! I do not. It’s that… I’m really warm, and I don’t want you to be cold cause then you’ll be uncomfortable-“
”I get it.” I grinned. “Sure.” 
“Alright, uh…” He chuckled. “How are we gonna do this?” I scooted up to him, laying my head in the crook of his neck while my hand rested on his chest. His arm wrapped around me, fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on my arms. 
“You weren’t kidding.” I laughed. “This is like a radiator.”
“And you weren’t kidding about being cold.” He kissed my hair, sighing afterwards. “It’s only been a few, Beanie, and it doesn’t always seem like it, but I care about you. You take care of Sammy when I can’t. Heck, you’ve even saved my life-“
”Don’t say it.” I whispered, looking up. “Cause I know.”
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I opened my eyes, yawning softly. Dean’s eyes were shut and Sam was cocooned in his blanket, so I pried myself out of Dean’s arms and quickly changed into a Led Zeppelin band shirt and jeans, pulling a black beanie over my head. Carter’s beanie. I got out a map, sat at the table and started triangulating the two murders and finding out the third location.
”Thanks, dad.” I whispered as I circled the third. I left a note for Sam and Dean, walking out and coincidentally running into Gordon. 
“Morning, Ivonne.” He nodded.
“Gordon.” I replied with a small smile. “I thought I was the only early bird today.”
”I like to get a head start.” He grinned, and I felt unsettled a bit. 
“Understandable.”
”Hey, uh, the gun you pointed at me, was that your dad’s gun?”
”It was.” I took it out of the inside of my jacket, holding it up. 
“Mick Rainer’s gun.” Gordon chuckled. “Stuff of legend among hunters. There’s talk that it dated back farther than the Colt, and every owner, before passing it on, heats the metal and remoulds it, making the pattern-“
”-in the image of the next chosen holder, complete with their name.” I stored the gun back, smirking. “I know that story off by heart, thanks. Now, if you excuse me, I need to get breakfast for the boys.”
”BEANIE-“ Dean rushed out then stopped, still pulling on his shirt. “Oh.”
”Dean, I left a note.” I sighed.
”But I had to check!” He slumped. “Fine. Sam is cranky.”
”We better get that breakfast then.” I grinned. “Nice running into you, Gordon.” We walked off, and Dean turned to me, leaning in.
“Got a beer in your satchel?”
”I have a breath mint.”
”Ouch.” 
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That night, we were driving up to the farm which I’d said was Gordon’s next hit location. We went over, and there Gordon was, close to getting decapitated. Sam sprang into action, pulling Gordon out, while I punched the vampire, Dean rushing in to deliver another hit while I kicked him. The vampire was shoved against the belt, and Dean reached up, bringing the saw down on his head.
I watched while a vampire got brutally killed. And as he stared down on the body, with blood splattered on his face, Dean didn’t look guilty. Not in the slightest. 
He looked like he enjoyed it. 
I frowned, looking down as Gordon laughed, looking up.  “I guess I owe you that drink.” We headed to the bar, where Gordon paid for the drinks. “I insist. Thank you, sweetie.“ He raised a glass, and Dean did too. “And another one bites the dust.”
”That’s right.” Dean smirked, both of them clinking glasses.
”Dean.” Gordon cackled. “You gave that big fang one hell of a haircut, my friend.”
“Thank you.”
”Beautiful. It was absolutely beautiful.”
”Beautiful?” I cut in. Sam just stayed silent, laid back in his seat.
”You alright, Sammy?” Dean asked.
”Yeah.” Sam nodded.
”Well, lighten up, Sammy!” Gordon encouraged.
”Only Dean and Ivy get to call me that.” 
“Okay. No offense meant. Just celebrating a little. Job well done.”
”Right. Well, decapitations aren't my idea of a good time, I guess.”
”Oh, come one, man, it's not like it was human. You've gotta have a little more fun with your job.” 
“See? That's what I've been trying to tell him. You could learn a thing or two from this guy.” Dean gestured to Gordon, but I tilted my head. Really? This dude?”
”Yeah, I could.” Sam grimaced, then stood up. “I’m not gonna put a downer on your parade. I’m going back to the motel.”
”I’ll go with him.” I stood up as well, smiling falsely as I walked behind Sam. “You boys enjoy yourselves.” 
“Hey, Sam?” Dean called, making Sam and I turn around. “Remind me to beat the buzzkill out of you later.” He threw the keys to Sam, who caught them. We walked out in silence, until Sam looked up. 
Sam coughed. “Is it just me, or-“ 
“Is Dean being a douche?” I smirked. “Yeah. Big time.” 
“This Gordon guy seems really off.” 
“He does.” I nodded. “So I’ve got a way to find out who this guy is.”
We hung the keys in our room, and I dialled a number, putting it on speaker. 
‘Harvelle's Roadhouse.’ 
“Ellen?” I grinned. “It’s Ivvy. Sam’s with me, and you’re on speaker.” 
‘Ivvy, Sam! So good to hear from you.’ 
“Same here, Ellen.” Sam laughed.  
‘You three are ok, aren’t you?’ 
“Yeah, we just had something to run by you.” I looked at Sam, patting him on the shoulder. 
‘Yeah, shoot.’ 
“Has a guy called Gordon Walker ever stopped by your bar?” Sam asked.
‘Yeah, I know Gordon.’ 
“And?” 
‘Well, he's a real good hunter. Why are you asking, sweetie?’ 
“We ran into him on a job and we’ll, we’re kind of working with him-“
‘Don’t do that, Sam.’ She warned. 
“I thought you said he was a good hunter.” I frowned. 
‘Yeah, and Hannibal Lecter's a good psychiatrist. Look, he is dangerous to everyone and everything around him. If he's working on a job you boys just let him handle it and you move on.’ 
Sam looked concerned, so he spoke up. “But Ellen-“ 
‘No, Sam- you just… listen to what I’m telling you, ok?’
”Alright, Ellen.” I nodded then said bye and cut the call. “Do we trust her information?” 
“Rather her than Gordon.” Sam shrugged. “Besides, he sounded spooked.” 
“We need to warn Dean.” I sighed. “Before it’s too late and he’s a copy of Gordon.” We went out, Sam putting coins in a machine and taking out two Cokes. He gave one to me, and I cracked it open and drank some out of it. The hair on the back of my neck stood up, but I ignored it. 
“Do you need my to get some food from the other one?” I asked. 
“Two packets of crisps, maybe.” He nodded so I went to the other one-
Oh, god. 
Noises of fighting rang out behind me, in which Sam was knocked out by two people, one holding a telephone that was used to knock him out. I pulled out my gun, aiming it at the woman who was holding it, 
“Bad move.” I growled. “You never attack someone when their back is turned.” One of them bared their fangs at me, but the woman stopped him. “Take one step, I dare you.” 
“She’s holding Michael Rainer’s gun.” The woman whispered to her companion. “She’s his daughter.” 
“What of it?” I frowned. 
“Can we trust her?” The man asked her. 
“We can try.” She whispered, then spoke up. “My name’s Lenore. I knew your father.” 
“Many people did.” I scoffed. “You’re just another Joe and Jane.” 
“He helped us.” She smiled. “And you can too. We need your help, Ivonne. He told us you could, if you ever found us.” 
I lowered my gun a little, then stiffened up. “How can I trust you?” 
“‘One bullet can make one family and break another as well, so be careful where you use it.’.” She cited. “He told us a lot about you. About the scar cutting across your eyebrow and where you got it from, which was your first hunt.” She gestured to her own eyebrow, and I started to get the thought that she wasn’t lying. “How you stole his old leather jacket and love wearing beanies. How he would’ve given anything to see you more. We need your help, so please, don’t shoot.” 
I took a deep breath before lowering my gun. “Fine. But I go anywhere Sam goes.” 
“Ok, but you have to promise not to tell anyone where the nest is.” She begged, and I nodded.
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I was waiting for Sam to wake up, when I heard a familiar voice call my name. 
“Ivy?” I turned, seeing a guy with blonde hair and blue eyes who was making his way up to me. I laughed, standing up. 
“Will?” I hugged him, grinning. “No way!” 
“It’s so good to see you.” We stepped back, a goofy grin on his face. “I thought you wouldn’t wanna talk to me after we broke up.” 
“It’s not the principle that you were a vampire.” I sighed. “It was the principle that I move around a lot for my work.” 
He stared at me for a moment, a charged air in between us. “You like your work a lot, huh?” 
“I’ve minimised vampire killings.” I smiled. “Only the evil ones.” 
“That’s good.” He nodded. “I’m glad Lenore listened to my pitch.” 
“I’m really proud of you, Will.” I paused, “Even if animal blood is the broccoli of your world.” 
“I just wanted to protect you.” 
“And I owe you my life for that. Honestly, I thought you’d have gotten over me by now.” 
“You’ve probably heard this a million times, Ivy, but you’re impossible to get over.” He looked down, rumpling his hair with his hand. “I was just beginning to come to terms with our breakup and… now you’re here.” 
“Should I be happy or sad about that?” I chuckled. 
“I’d rather you be happy.”
“Will.” Eli came in, rounding the corner. “We need the girl.” 
“I’m coming.” I walked with Eli, and the moment Sam saw me, he started struggling. 
“Did you turn her?!” He growled, trying to break free. 
“I’m ok, Sammy.” I assured, kneeling down in front of him. “These guys are clean, trust me. They do drink animal blood.”
“We choke on cow's blood so that none of them suffer. Tonight they murdered Conrad and they celebrated.” Eli hissed. 
“That’s enough, Eli.” Lenore warned.
”Yeah, Eli, that’s enough.” Sam teased. 
“What's done is done. We're leaving this town tonight.” 
“Then why bring us here?” I asked. 
“Believe me, I'd rather not. But I know your kind. Once you have the scent you'll keep tracking us. It doesn't matter where we go. Hunters will find us.”
“So you’re asking us not to follow you.” Sam realised. 
“We have a right to live. We're not hurting anyone.” 
“Give me one reason why I should believe you.” 
“You know what I’m gonna do?” She got closer. “I’m gonna let you go.” She turned to Will, gesturing to us both. “Take them back. Not a mark on either of them.” 
“We need to stop Dean.” Sam whispered. 
“Yeah, we do.” I nodded.
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We got back, and I leaned in the window to the driver’s seat. “Thanks, Will.” 
“It’s nothing.” He smiled, leaning closer. 
“Trust me, I owe you a lot for what you’ve done.” I grinned, tilting my head. Resisting drinking my blood, making the switch to animal blood, tackling members of your own family just to keep me safe, it’s a lot-“ I was silenced by his lips on mine, and I cupped his cheek, grinning stupidly when I pulled away. “I owe you for that too.“ 
“Pay me back later.” He smirked. “Your friend there looks like he’s gonna burst out into laughter.” I heard a snort, and I turned to Sam, who was looking up to the sky. 
“Don’t mind me.” Sam giggled. “I’m just looking at this really interesting pitch black sky while you two are smooching.” 
“Shut up.” I pulled a newspaper out of my satchel, thwacking Sam across the head before stuffing it back in. “You’re such a child.” 
“I never knew that you were a romantic.” 
“I was.” I smiled. “Will was a boyfriend.” 
“Looks like the boyfriend. You met him in the nest and now you’re both kissing. Will and Ivy, sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G-“
”Scratch that, you’re a baby.” I opened the door to the motel room, and our smiles were wiped off our faces to see Gordon with Dean. I hung up my jacket, and my arm holster, which contained my gun, was left exposed.
”Where you been?” Dean asked. 
“Can we talk to you alone?” Sam asked, and Dean seemed to agree. 
“Mind chillin’ out for a couple minutes?” He followed us outside, and I shut the door. 
“Dean, maybe we've got to rethink this hunt.”
“What are you talking about? Where were you?”
”The nest.”
”You found it?” 
“They found us, man.” 
“How'd you get out? How many'd you kill?” 
“None.” 
“Well, they didn’t just let you go-” 
“That’s exactly what they did, Dean.” I frowned. 
“All right, well, where is it?” Dean asked. 
“We were blindfolded, so no, we don’t know.” I lied. 
“Well, you've got to know something.” 
“We went over that bridge outside of town, but Dean, listen. Maybe we shouldn't go after them.” 
“Why not?” 
“We don't think they're like other vampires. We don't think they're killing people.” Sam urged. 
“You're joking. Then how do they stay alive? Or undead, or whatever the hell they are.” Dean asked, looking angry and confused.
”The cattle mutilations. They said they live off of animal blood.” 
“And you believed them?” 
“Look at us, Dean.” Sam gestured to him and I. “They let us go without a scratch.” 
“Wait, so you're saying... no, man, no way. I don't know why they let you go. I don't really care.” He started walking, and we didn’t have much time to convince him. “We find 'em, we waste 'em.”
“Why?” 
“What part of vampire do you not understand?” Dean growled. “If it's supernatural, we kill it, end of story. That's our job.”
“So you would kill me if I still had my powers?” I asked, silencing him for a moment. “We kill ‘evil’, Dean, not just any supernatural force. They’re not killing people, so we don’t kill them.” 
“Of course they're killing people, that's what they do. They're all the same. They're not human, okay? We have to exterminate every last one of them.” 
“No, Dean, I don't think so, all right? Not this time.” 
“Gordon's been on those vamps for a year, man, he knows.”
“Gordon.“ I scoffed. 
“Yes.” He nodded defiantly.
“You’re taking his word for it?” Sam asked cynically. 
“That’s right.” 
“Ellen says he’s bad news, Dean.” I persisted. 
“You called Ellen?” Dean raised his eyebrows. We nodded. “And I'm supposed to listen to her? We barely know her, Sam. You may know her, Ivonne, but no thanks, I'll go with Gordon.” 
“Right, cause Gordon's such an old friend.” Sam seethed, fists clenching. “You don't think I can see what this is?” 
“What are you talking about?” 
“He's a substitute for Dad, isn't he? A poor one.” 
“Shut up, Sam.” Dean’s teeth gritted, and I could practically feel the tension rising. 
“He's not even close, Dean. Not on his best day.” 
“You know what?” He chuckled, backing away. “I'm not even going to talk about this-“ 
“You know, you slap on this big fake smile but I can see right through it.” Sam growled. “Because I know how you feel, Dean. Dad's dead. And he left a hole, and it hurts so bad you can't take it, but you can't just fill up that hole with whoever you want to. It's an insult to his memory.” 
“Okay.” Dean nodded, then punched Sam. I didn’t think; I just felt red hot rage boil up and my hand swung round, slapping some silence into Dean. He just stared at me, holding his jaw. 
“Go.” I ordered, furious. “Go to your new best friend Gordon and when you’ve realised that we’ve been telling the truth, you’re come back and say sorry. And you better beg.” 
He seemed to regain his pride, gritting his teeth. “I'm going to that nest. You don't want to tell me where it is, fine. I'll find it myself.” He left, and I turned to Sam, turning his face. 
“You okay?” 
“Yeah, I don’t think there’s bruising.” He nodded. “Are you okay, though? You seemed to blow up.” 
“Yeah, I just thought of Carter.” I nodded. “If anyone touched him, they’d be on the floor in seconds, I don’t care who they are.”
”I didn’t wanna hurt Dean. He’s just blindsided.” 
“Luckily I’m here to slap some sense into him, then.” 
“But we really do need to convince him.” 
“Fine.” We went back into the motel room, where Dean was gathering his stuff. 
“Gordon?” Dean called, but there was no Gordon. 
“You think he went after them?” Sam asked. 
“Most likely.” 
“Dean, we have to stop him.” I urged. 
“Really, Ivonne?” He scoffed, hand moving to his cheek, which was red. Good. “Cause I say we lend a hand.” 
“Just give us the benefit of the doubt, would you? You owe us that.” I paused. “You owe me, Dean.” 
“Real good negotiator you are, Ivonne.” 
“Careful, or your cheek might turn purple instead of red.” I shot back. “Think about it, Dean.” 
“Yeah, we'll see. I'll drive. Give me the keys.” We looked to where the keys were supposed to be, but they were gone. 
“He snaked the keys.” Sam whispered. We ran to the car, getting inside through picking the lock.
“I can't believe this. I just fixed her up, too.” Dean groaned while hot-wiring his car. ”So the bridge, is that, uh, is that all you got?” 
“The bridge was four and a half minutes from their farm.” I informed, looking at my own map. 
“How do you know?” 
“I counted.” 
“They took a left out of the farm, then turned right onto a dirt road, followed that for two minutes slightly up a hill, then took another quick right and we hit the bridge.” Sam mapped out, tracing the path. 
“You two are good. You’re a monster pain in the ass, but you’re good.” Dean grimaced. 
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We reached the house and went in, and I found both Lenore and Will tied to a chair, weak. 
“Sam, Ivonne, Dean. Come on in.” Gordon grinned, holding a small bloody knife. 
“Hey, Gordon. What's going on?” Dean asked, looking around.
”Just poisoning Lenore here with some dead man's blood. She's going to tell us where all her little friends are, aren't you? Wanna help?” 
“Look, man-“ 
“Just grab a knife. I was about to start in on the fingers.” He made a cut down Lenore’s arm, and she wheezed weakly in pain. He did the same to Will, who groaned a bit louder, squeezing his eyes shut as he tried to resist the pain. 
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey, let's all just chill out, huh?” 
“I am chill.” Gordon replied coolly. 
“Gordon, just put the knife down.” Sam ordered, starting forward, but was stopped by Dean. 
“Looks like Sam here needs to chill.” 
“Just step away from her, all right?” 
“You’re right, I’m wasting my time. These two will never talk. Might as well put them out of their misery.” He pulled out a knife. “Don’t worry, I sharpened it, so it’s completely humane.”
”Gordon, I'm letting her go.” Sam frowned, stepping in Gordon’s way. 
“You’re not doing a damn thing.” Gordon seethed, pointing the knife at Sam’s chest. 
“Hey, Gordon, let’s talk about this.” Dean protested feebly. 
“What's there to talk about? It's like I said, Dean. No shades of gray.” 
“The hell there is.” I took out my gun from my arm holster, pulling the trigger and hitting Gordon’s knife. It broke in half, the metal clattering to the ground. 
Dean stepped in. “That vampire that killed your sister deserved to die, but this one...” 
“Killed my sister?” Gordon cackled. “That filthy fang didn't kill my sister. It turned her. It made her one of them. So I hunted her down, and I killed her myself.” 
“You did what?” I seethed.
”It wasn't my sister anymore, it wasn't human. I didn't blink. And neither would you, Dean.” 
“So you knew all along, then?” Sam scoffed. “You knew about the vampires, you knew they weren't killing anyone. You knew about the cattle. And you just didn't care.” 
“Care about what? A nest of vampires suddenly acting nice? Taking a little time out from sucking innocent people? And we're supposed to buy that? Trust me. Doesn't change what they are. And I can prove it.” He slit Sam’s arm with the jagged knife, and Lenore’s teeth emerged, and she started to hiss and snarl. He pressed it to Sam’s throat, dragging him closer to Lenore. 
“Let him go! Now!” Dean ordered, taking out his gun and aiming at Gordon.
”Relax. If I wanted to kill him he'd already be on the floor. Just making a little point.” The blood from Sam’s cut hit Lenore’s face, making her eyes turn red. “You think she's so different? Still want to save her? Look at her. They're all the same. Evil, bloodthirsty.” A tear ran down Will’s face at the sight of Lenore, and my jaw clenched. 
“No, no…” Lenore sobbed, regaining control of herself. 
“You see that, Gordon?” I snapped, taking the knife away from him and using it to cut Lenore and Will free. He collapsed into my arms, trying to stay upright. I cupped his cheek, his forehead leaning against mine. “I’ve got you. It’s ok, I’ll make sure you’re safe.” 
“We’re done here.” Sam fumed. 
“Sam, Beanie, get ‘em outta here.” I helped Will outside while Sam did Lenore, taking out a cloth and cleaning both of them. I was still holding my gun, and I changed the cartridge, chucking it away. 
“You’re going after him, aren’t you?” He asked.
”I have to.” I nodded. “Dean’s good, but Gordon knows more tricks.” 
“Wait.” Will coughed, and then he kissed me gently. “Don’t get hurt. Please.” 
“I won’t.” I assured before running inside. Dean flew through the air, hitting the wall and collapsing with a groan. I raised my gun, shooting Gordon in the shoulder, making his body fall back with the shock. His head hit the wall, and he slumped, unconscious. 
“Good talk.” I smirked, training it on him.
”You came back?” Dean coughed, getting up.
”Yeah, I’m not leaving you with this sadist.” I picked Gordon up, slamming his head against a doorframe on my way to the chair that Will was previously tied up in. “Oops.” I drawled, dropping him in the chair. Dean tied him up, looking sick with himself.
”All that talk about black and white, but you’re the one who’s tied up.”
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We were back at the motel, when we got out, I faced a now recovered Will with a smile.
”Thanks for saving my life.” He grinned. “I guess you don’t owe me one anymore. Kind of wanted an excuse to see you anytime.”
”I want to give you that excuse, really.”
He realised, nodding sadly, but masked it with his winning smile. “You’re leaving.”
”Sadly.” I bit my lip. “I wish we had more time.”
”Yeah, now I have to start another cycle of getting over you.” He joked, but still looked heartbroken. 
“Well, I’m gonna make it harder, cause I still have to pay you back.” I grinned.
”Pay me back-“ I grabbed his collar, pulling him in for a kiss that he melted into instantly. His arms wrapped around my waist while mine went around his neck, my head tilting. His hands threaded in my hair-
“HAUN HAUN!” I heard Dean yell. “Mademoiselle et monsieur s’embrassent ! Que puis-je dire, c’est la vie !
“Ivonne et Will, assis dans un arbre!” Sam called. “K-I-S-S-I-N-G!”
We pulled back, laughing. I turned to the boys, kissing my teeth. “You just HAD to say it in French!” 
“Yeah!” Dean grinned. 
“That was the WORST French I’ve ever heard!” 
“Thanks!” Sam snickered.
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It was a week since the Gordon incident, and we had returned to my house. I was reading a book on my bed, engrossed in a scene from it simply because the main character was dying and I don’t see that, like, ever. 
“IVONNE!” I heard from outside. “HER LADYSHIP IVONNE RAINER OF THE KINGDOM OF NEW JERSEY, PLEASE COME FORTH TO HER CHAMBER WINDOW!” I rolled my eyes, putting down my book.
”What the hell?” I muttered. “What is this person playing at-“ I swept the curtain aside, and almost broke down laughing at who was heckling at my window. “Dean?!”
”Tis I!” He yelled, gesturing dramatically to himself. 
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” 
“Apologising!” He called back, a goofy grin on his face. “You said I needed to beg!”
”I never meant literally!” 
“Too late!”
”Dean-“
”I HEREBY PROCLAIM THAT I, SIR DEAN WHO HAILS FROM THE KINGDOM OF KANSAS, WAS A DOUCHEBAG.”
”AND?!”
”AN IDIOT.”
”AND?!”
”A SPINELESS, CORRUPT, HORRIBLE PIECE OF WORK. ANYTHING ELSE?”
”No, sounds like enough slander.” I smirked, gesturing for him to continue. He then got down on one knee, making Sam, who was watching from the other window and recording everything, lose his cool, cackling loudly. 
“I BEG FOR THY FORGIVENESS, MY FAIR MAIDEN, FOR MY AB-ABHORRENT BLASSsss…” He turned to Sam. “How d’you say it?”
”Blasphemy.” Sam repeated. 
“RIGHT, UH, BLAS-PEMY. I BEG FOR THY FORGIVENESS, MY FAIR MAIDEN, FOR MY ABHORRENT BLAS-PEMY AND I IMPLORE YOU TO COME THITHER AND ACCEPT MY DEAREST APOLOGY.” 
“Should I?” I asked Sam, who was losing it. 
“I don’t know, this is fun.” 
“If I give you a kiss, Dean, will you stop?” I sighed, and he contemplated the situation before nodding. I went downstairs, swiping something from my drawer before meeting him outside. 
“Where’s my kiss, milady?” He smirked, standing up. I took his hand and placed something in it: a Hershey’s kiss. He grimaced at me while Sam almost fell out of the window in his mirth. “Ha ha, very funny.” 
“Needed to have an excuse to get rid of the last one.” I laughed. “But yeah, I forgive you. Now you need to repeat the act for Sam.” I grinned, patting him on the shoulder.
”SAMUEL! SIR SAMUEL WINCHESTER OF THE KINGDOM OF KANSAS, PLEASE COME FORTH TO HIS CHAMBER WINDOW-“
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deanwithscissors · 9 months
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Summer Lovin’
Title: Home Sweet Home Timestamp
Pairing: Jensen X Reader
Word Count: 769
Warnings: Swearing, slight dirty talk, light teasing
Summary: Jensen interrupts [Y/N]’s peaceful afternoon in the sun
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A/N: this is just some ramblings from when i was enjoying a day in the sun *all mistakes are mine* feedback is highly appreciated, but be kind<3
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It was hard to believe that something so far away, to the point of not being able to comprehend the space between, could have such an affect on a being so insignificant and small.
The invisible sun rays scorched her epidermis, sizzling the fat below. Beads of sweat formed a line, marching down her back and between the folds of her skin as she sprawled on the sun lounger, allowing the blistering heat to engulf her and incinerate her woes.
The afternoon had been peaceful and rejuvenating, time alone to escape the real world in her very own private garden, exactly what she needed.
The glorious radiance had made her sleepy, her eyes hooded, struggling to stay open as she lightly drifted, completely oblivious to the foot steps approaching.
“Well, this is a treat to arrive home to,” Jensen said, a half smile plastered his face, his tongue slipping between his lips as he took in the sight of [Y/N].
She wore a tiny triangle, florescent-orange and sky-blue bikini top, her breasts spread; leaving her void of cleavage, but jam packed full of the roundest side boob that begged to be squeezed, maybe even bitten.
The brilliant white shorts revealed most of her dainty legs, but they rose high to her ribs, hiding her belly button piercing that he often liked to fiddle with.
Her feet were free with toenails painted white, her near neon hair down and flowing in the gentle breeze that stirred every so often.
“Jesus Christ [Y/N], you look—" his words were stolen as he swallowed his own tongue, a familiar itch rustling in his pants.
“Don’t ruin my peace Jensen.” She sighed, opening her eyes for the first time in a while to squint at her handsome boyfriend with a forced frown.
His skin was toasted, his freckles vivid and doubled by the Texan sun. His jade eyes glowed beneath the bridge of his baseball cap as he hovered above her in a blood red t-shirt. A side smile creeping on his face as he leered at his prey.
“I’m gonna ruin a lot more than your peace sweetheart.”
“Wow, where’d that come from?” She snorted, slightly taken aback by his aura and electrifying energy.
“You’re kiddin’ right? Those photos you sent earlier, I’ve been thinking ‘bout them since.”
“I didn’t mean for them— I was just—"
“I know, but you looked so good. I’ve been hiding a boner all fuckin’ day.”
His thick fingers wrapped around the arm rests as his entire frame descended upon her.
A wave of serenity washed over her barely covered body, warming her heart and melting her soul as the radiance from his skin transferred to hers, making her melt to his whim.
Using his knees he pushed her legs open, and with pure pride like the smug bastard he is, he positioned his crotch between her legs like he had the right to be there.
He was a shiny bright apple begging to taint her soul and ruin her bliss.
His brooding eyes sunk into her flesh, his solid shaft grazing her bud demanding her full attention, which he undoubtedly had.
Temptation seeped through her resolve, the tricks of the devil too tantalising to deny.
An ear splitting scream broke the peace as the sun lounger barely balanced both of their weights, edging them, threatening to crash to the floor, but never quite reaching the climax.
“Nonononono, Jensen! No, ohmygod, we’re gonna hit the deck, get off you big idiot!” She squealed, slapping at his shoulders, half-heartedly pushing him away.
“I’ll take you on the floor, I don’t mind,” he told her between kisses to her neck.
“You’re a fuckin’ animal,” she said, a light giggle hiding in her scoff.
“You love it.”
“You bet.”
He stole the air from her lungs when his lips met hers.
Her barriers imploded as if the world had collided with another planet, the oxygen evaporated leaving her breathless and woozy under his weight and the power of his sword.
The trip from relaxed-in-the-sun and in the Garden of Eden to horny-as-fuck and one way ticket to hell was instant.
A wicked flash of furious lust coursed through her veins, pumping her heart to crazy levels that had her spinning out of control. Delirium for him pulling her under and teasing her core.
Like a lotus eater, he offered her more, and she gobbled up every kiss, every squeeze, every stroke.
Every second that ticked by dissipating her will as she became more docile and receptive to his passion.
The devil had won.
She was his.
“Take me Jensen.”
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lovetransaction · 8 months
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glad one john winchester refers to jensen as his 'firstborn', one john winchester can't stop talking about how beautiful and sexy jensen is, and one john winchester wore a party hat over his baseball cap at jensen's bday party for dean. i feel we've got the entire spectrum of john's attitude towards dean covered, ty for your service dear johns 👍🏾
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nothing shatters the illusion of "actor=character" like Jensen Ackles wearing a tropical button-down, khaki shorts, white sneakers and a baseball cap at the golf meet he flew to in Hawaii
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justjensenanddean · 19 hours
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Jensen Ackles | Connecticut, March 26, 2024 (x)
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jacklesthings · 7 months
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Idk nothing about Taylor Swift so I don't understand the craziness behind this t-shirt design... but LOOK AT HIM 🔥 He is pure sex
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laf-outloud · 11 months
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Wow! Talk about obsessed. I've only criticized her for the tweets that show her obvious preference towards Jensen, but now I'm wondering how bad she really was in those interviews with Walker cast members whenever she brought him up. I am cringing so bad on their behalf.
I don't know if her camera is glitchy or something but it looks like there are a few little cuts in her rant too so it might have actually gone on for longer and she edited out some of the rambling... And I get that you probably have limited time to do an interview but she is like speed-talking through this creepy stan rant about Jensen wearing a hat... and his hair and THE HAT (why does she care so much that he wore a birthday hat?? jfc)... Meg looks visibly uncomfortable and like she's trying to talk a few times but can't get a word in.
Oh also, she's not even correct btw. Her obsessing over the hat (he wears hats all the time irl) claiming: "I think there's very few hats he's even worn on supernatural, let alone a birthday hat" umm Monica? He wore a birthday hat on spn. He's also worn baseball caps, cowboy hats (more than one), a newsboy/flat cap, a fedora, hell, he even threw on a stovepipe hat for a minute (and probably more I'm missing). If you're going to rant on a video-recorded interview and post it for the public maybe at least try and be accurate to temper the cringe a tiny bit....
Oh yes, the hat! Tell me you didn't actually watch Supernatural without telling me you didn't watch it.
I don't know if this is just me, but it seems like Monica recently went full-boar to insert herself into the online SPN fandom, either for attention or for some other reason, I don't know.
(Obviously, this is pure speculation, but it wouldn't surprise me if, after her first interview with Jensen, he found her obsession creepy and decided not to do any more interviews with her. Her insertion with The Winchesters and Walkerverse actors may be her way of attempting to get another interview with him.)
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jellybracelet · 2 years
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It's all about sniffing Jared's beanie and licking Jensen's baseball cap
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adiarose · 2 years
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Bobby’s First Appearance
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On May fourth, 2006, Supernatural’s season one episode twenty-two “Devils Trap” was released. It’s also known as the first appearance of beer-drinking, baseball-cap wearing, “Idjit” muttering Bobby Singer. A surrogate father to the Winchester boys, he’s known them most of their lives and cared for them while John was away on hunts or when they needed assistance themselves. This gruff but lovable character played by Jim Beaver was supposed to be a one-off. Just a one-episode character to help out the brothers and give a little nod to SPN executive producer Robert Singer. But the character would go on to appear in more than seventy episodes, even reappearing after his tragic season seven death as a ghost and then coming in again in season twelve as “alternate reality Bobby” from the apocalypse world. He even got an episode titled after him, “Weekend at Bobbys”, which was directed by Jensen, and is actually in my opinion one of the most enjoyable episodes to watch. It’s entertaining and is Supernatural without without making you break down in tears.  One of the hands down best SPN characters, main or reoccurring, I can’t imagine the show without Bobby Singer. And if anyone deserved to return for the show’s finale, (besides Cas) it was him.
“Family don’t end in blood boy.”                               -Bobby Singer
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that's the SPN season 14 crew hoodie. misha has worn it before. everybody on the show got cast and crew exclusive merch every season (hoodies, baseball caps, commemorative coins, etc) I think it's cute that Misha wears cheap clothes he got for free (in addition to Jensen's hand-me-downs.)
Boy knows how to save money when he can
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shadowsshowdown · 1 year
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Deus Ex: Human Revolution Shadow’s Showdown 56
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 The Zero Hour – Part 2.
Sarif Industries David Sarif's office. The 0 hour.
The alarm did not stop, and the robotic, female voice continued to repeat in a loop: Environmental malfunction, laboratory sub-section six. All lab chiefs, please report in. Adam took his phone out of his pants pocket and dialled the Head of Cyber Security’s number.
"Pritchard, I'm at Sarif's so maybe you can explain to me the reason for this alarm in subsection six of the labs," he said in a nervous tone. "I'm the one who triggered it. We're checking security with Laura and Connor. Everything is under control," he replied. "You should have done it earlier!" "Princess was resting. There was no time."
Jensen didn't want to argue with him, especially since Sarif heard everything so he just hung up.
"Everything's fine, boss. Pritchard must have checked new security features. The alarm is about to go off," he informed. "For God's sake! Couldn't he have done it earlier?" "You know him boss. He's always been like that," The Security Chief evaded further explanation, not wanting Laura to have any more problems. Admittedly, she had the day off, but in an emergency situation she should be at the company. For Pritchard, these emergencies happen every second. "You're right. If it weren't for his outstanding skills, I would have fired him long ago."
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Sarif Industries Underground parking lot. 10 minutes past midnight.
Five black armoured vans impetuously broke the railings prohibiting access to the parking lot. A security guard fell out of the guardhouse armed with a pistol, seeking to respond to the intrusion. A single shot hit the concrete ceiling, and the man's body shook with spasms. A short burst from an automatic rifle perforated him like a sieve, spraying pearls of blood into the air. His bulletproof vest did not help. The bodyguard fell inertly to the ground next to his baseball cap with the Sarif Industries logo. His dead stare was frozen on the wall of the watchtower, partially stripped of paint. The roar of engines filled the space. Another series of shots were fired. A woman's scream, a man's terror. Several guards fell lifeless before they could reach for their holstered weapons. The faint lights of the ceiling lamps blinked rhythmically. Almost 50 people poured out of the vans like a sea. They were dressed in black military-style body armor with red elements and balaclavas. One of them, probably the squad leader, ordered his subordinates to split up with a hand gesture. Half moved down the fire stairs, while the other moved through the double doors of the warehouse, which were blown up almost without any sound.
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Sarif Industries David Sarif's office. 15 minutes past midnight.
Another message appeared on the screen in Sarif's office. This time it came from the lobby. Adam was beginning to have doubts, but if something had happened, he would know about it.
"Boss, I'm going back to my office. I need to make sure it's still Frank." "But, son!" David tried to stop him. "Please secure the office. No one but me is allowed to enter!" he ordered.
Sarif was far from believing that someone could have attacked them, but he followed the order. After all, that's what one has a Security Chief for.
Adam fell out into the corridor, and his body was immediately paralysed by pain radiating upward from his knee. The man clenched his teeth, cursing in his mind that this was happening just now, and with a nervous movement took out a Vicodin from his pants pocket. He took two pills at once. Athene was not at the reception desk. Apparently she took the alarm seriously. The elevator was upstairs so he rode it down to his office, from which he took his gun, the Colt revolver that had been his faithful and reliable companion for many years, and some spare ammo. He also put on a bulletproof vest over a brown turtleneck sweater.
After leaving the office, he looked down at the lobby. There were only guards there ready to take action. He wanted to speak to Pritchard in person, but protecting the boss was his priority at the moment. Adam was afraid for Laura, but if Connor was there, he was sure he would be better protection. Jensen returned to Sarif's office and used the code to go through a door covered by an shell-proof wall. He was surprised to see David pointing a gun at him, which he lowered as soon as he saw that the newcomer posed no threat to him.
"I checked the Lobby. Only our guards are there," he informed.
Another wave of pain almost dazed him. With difficulty, he managed not to show anything afterwards.
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Sarif Industries Chief of Cyber Security’s office. 25 minutes past midnight.
Pritchard was pleased to see everything going according to plan. The video surveillance showed perfect tranquillity, even all too beautiful. Laura felt a growing anxiety. Every alarm had the same effect on her, so she partly tried to control that unbearable feeling of fear. No one suspected that what they saw was far from the truth.
"The area is clear. Sarif's dog returned to the doghouse. Whaler's squad can enter," one of the guards heard in the earpiece.
Everyone left the lobby, heading for the floor. A hand could be seen in the ajar door of one of the restrooms, and the interior of the room was filled with corpses of real security guards. Cameras mirrored the hallways, but Frank didn't really have control over any of them.
"I think we can cancel the alarm in about 10 minutes," Pritchard muttered. "See? I have everything under control. You'll make it to Washington in time for tomorrow's speech."
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Sarif Industries Sewers and ventilation tunnels. 30 minutes past midnight.
Three people reached the right manhole, which was supposed to be in the station that provides water supply to the building.
"Fuck, Namir! You're fucked up for this shit walking!" growled a man with light hair and the posture of a bull. He looked down at his heavy boots in disgust. "Shut the fuck up, Barrett!" replied a thin man with a body that looked like muscles stripped from the skin. "Calm down, both of you!" the only woman on the team tried to bring order. "We have a job to do. The Whalers have already entered, the Belltower too, so move your fucking arses."
A foreign accent, probably Russian, could be heard in her speech. The left half of her head was shaved bald, and the right half showed shoulder-length dark hair. She had an earring in her nose, similar to those which bulls had.
"Holy shit, didn't they have smaller hatches!" complained Barrett once he managed to get out. "It's a good thing we're talking through Infolink, otherwise the whole fucking company would already know about us," commented Namir.
Yelena opened the metal door and looked out into a basement corridor full of pipes, fuse boxes and cables. It was illuminated by a pale, yellowish light. All three of them found the place where the wall was weakened in a split second. They seemed to know exactly what they were doing and where to go.
"Smash the wall Barrett," ordered Namir. "Smash it, knock it down, kill it," he said with displeasure. "I'd rather fuck some nice, tight arse. Like that one which the girl with blue hair had." "After all, you didn't like her because she squalled like a butchered hog," Namir reminded. "True, but once she quieted down it was great."
Lawrence clenched his robotic hand into a fist, which he effortlessly turned a piece of concrete into rubble. They passed through a hole from which metal bars protruded, and tight corridors led them further down. Through thick pipes, they climbed higher up to a square ventilation grille. Barrett could barely fit through the rather cramped space and made it almost impossible for them to get out. They found themselves in a storage room with cleaning supplies.
"Subsection six of the labs," Namir said. "We are in place. You know what to do."
They all activated their cloaking systems, then stepped out into the corridor. Yelena moved nimbly on her robotic black limbs, which looked like the legs of a ballerina. They didn't fire a single shot. They were here to settle the matter quietly, hitting a specific target without making a mess. Of course, they couldn't vouch for the Belltower squad or the Whalers, whom they didn't even know and didn't know why they were here.
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Sarif Industries Subsection six of the laboratories. 35 minutes past midnight.
"Berlin reports that Delta squad has taken position. We are waiting for further orders," the Belltower mercenary informed through the communicator. "Roger. Do not fire without order. Prague out."
A man in black armour with red elements and a balaclava looked out the door into the corridor as soon as he heard the explosion.
"Fuck, this wasn't in the plan," he cursed under his breath. "Who the fuck is responsible for this mess?!" he yelled through the communicator. "It's none of ours. Maybe the Whalers? Besides, it was nothing big, it looked like some sort of diversion. Berlin out."
A group of people dressed in scientists' uniforms ran out of the room from which the noise came. Several Sarif Industries guards directed them to the emergency exits, but they never reached them. They were killed along the way and it was done quietly.
"Knife of Dunwall reports that the Whalers are already in the labs," said new voice. "Great. Those explosions are you guys?" "Confirmed. Actions necessary during a fire drill. Moving on to the next point of the plan. Starting looking for data." "What about the cameras? I don't want to have all the security on my neck." "We have full control over security. The boys are keeping an eye on everything. Knife of Dunwall out."
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Sarif Industries Subsection six of the laboratories. Forty minutes past midnight.
Five people sat on the floor in one of the empty offices. They were all dressed in black pants, tucked into knee-high leather boots, grey shirts and navy blue coats. Their faces were covered by masks resembling those protecting them from gas. Attached to each person's head were two cables. The end of one was in a computer socket, while the other was plugged into a data storage disk. Their eyes blinked with dizzying speed, opening wide after a moment. Then it was possible to see strings of numbers and letters scrolling through them. The Whalers were unaware of what was happening outside. They were locked in a room and had only one goal – find and copy relevant data, then destroy the original one. Their brains scanned through millions of files, filtering them piece by piece. They knew that what they were looking for was in the server room G.
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Sarif Industries Subsection six of the laboratories. 45 minutes past midnight.
After the alarm was called off, everyone returned to their tasks. Only a few felt some strange anxiety, but they explained it by nervousness before leaving. In the main hall, they were finishing packing the necessary things and verifying data. The order of speeches and their text were being checked.
"I hope this alarm hasn't disturbed you too much in your preparations?" said Dr. Reed, who was just coming down the wide staircase.
She observed all the research stations full of microscopes, test tubes, containers and boxes. On the walls of the huge room, occupying at least two floors, between which the ceiling had been removed, hung screens with X-ray images. From the shorter sides protruded rooms reaching from the ceiling to halfway up, storing toxic substances.
"Just in time Dr. Reed!" shouted one of the scientists. "We couldn't start without you." "Begin what?" the woman asked in surprise, rolling her eyes at the faces of those gathered. "Celebrations. I know it's still early, but I think a little toast wouldn't hurt." "Out of the question," protested the woman firmly. "We don't drink alcohol before the DC." "It's just a cup of lemonade. Please do not deny us," urged Nia. "All right, but we don't have much time." "In that case, let's drink to the success of our research!" suggested Eric.
Everyone raised their plastic cups in a toast gesture. Megan was about to say a few words at the urging, but was called back to the office. Nia and Eric also left to check carefully if they had done everything they should. The rest decided to spend their free time talking with friends. There were jokes and a huge amount of laughter. Someone climbed up on one of the research stations to make a few more toasts.
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The eyes of the five Whalers stopped moving, freezing in a ghastly goggle. Everything they were supposed to get was on a disk lying on the ground, and all of the original data was destroyed. A moment later, the door to the office opened. A man in a red coat, black pants and knee-high boots materialized, then took the disk with him.
"Delilah," he said, and the heads of all five exploded. Immediately the rest of their bodies disintegrated to make identification difficult. "Knife of Dunwall reports that the Rat Plague operation has been successfully completed," he said into the communicator. "Roger. Prague out," he heard in reply, and the connection was cut. "Berlin, begin Operation Harvester." "Yes, sir. Berlin out."
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The scientist who had entered the research station was just about to make another toast.
"Let's drink to our friendship and..."
The man didn't have time to finish. He wobbled and fell over onto his back hitting his head against a container made of hard plastic-like material. His body rolled inertly onto the graphite floor. A bullet hole was visible in the middle of his forehead. Someone screamed, someone froze into immobility. Chaos reigned. No one knew what had happened. At first they thought their colleague was joking. Someone brave enough checked the heart rate and shook his head sadly. Soon the room was filled with Belltower mercenaries. They murdered without blinking an eye, without a shadow of mercy they killed those lying down with a shot to the head. They knocked over bottles, threw down equipment, started fires. One of the scientists managed to run to the wall and hit the alarm button. He sank to the ground with his arm outstretched, and the room was filled with red flashing lights and wailing sirens. Soon Belltower had most of the area under control.
The Tyrants after receiving the report about the data takeover, proceeded to destroy everything they could. A symphony of gunfire rang out in the corridors and offices. Fire extinguishers exploded, people screamed, documents burned. Chaos reigned.
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Sarif Industries David Sarif's office. Ten minutes to one in the morning.
"You unnecessarily panicked," Sarif complained. "Those are the procedures, boss," replied Adam. "Yes, yes, I know son," he cut the subject, not wanting to hear about the details. "Since everything is in order, we can already fly to Washington." "Let's wait some more..."
Another alarm interrupted their conversation. This time the previous message was joined by another about fires and explosions. Jensen knew that this was not a fire drill. He also knew that Megan was in the labs. Panic paralysed him.
"Can't this day be normal?!" growled David. "Adam, check what happened, maybe it's just some kind of malfunction, a misreading of the situation." "I was just about to do that," he replied, heading for the exit. "Wait. Use my elevator. It will be faster. Do you remember the code?" "0451"
The boss nodded his head. He looked like he wasn't worried or afraid at all. He looked like he was sure that his company was like a fortress that no one could destroy.
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Sarif Industries Office of the Head of Cyber Security. Nine minutes to one in the morning.
"Laura, check sectors L1-L4. Connor, you take care of L5-L7, and I'll check the rest," Pritchard ordered.
At the moment there was no time for discussion and argument. The situation looked serious so they had to hurry. They sat down at the computers that stood at the back of the room and tried to figure out what might have happened.
"I don't have access to the cameras in the labs," Connor informed them. "Frank! Someone hacked the cameras in the lobby! We saw a false image the whole time," the woman said. "Fucking hell!" "Connor, let's try to take over at least one camera. We need to know what happened there," Laura said, although deep down she already knew the truth. All she needed was confirmation and she felt it wouldn't make her feel any better.
Together they launched a simultaneous attack, pushing out the enemy hacker.
"Frank, you need to see this," Connor ordered.
The woman was unable to utter a single word. She sat in front of the monitor, covering her mouth with her hand. The frame showed the scientist's body perforated like a sieve. The walls were smeared with blood. Moments later, music flowed from speakers throughout the company.
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Boom boom boom boom Gonna shoot you right down Take you in my arms I'm in love with you Love that is true Boom boom boom boom
The message was obvious but only Laura knew it. She felt herself suffocating as if someone had pumped all the air out of the room. In a split second she realized what she had done - she had murdered innocent people. The woman knew Damien was unpredictable, but not to that extent. She herself opened the gate for him, which was a piece of code, the one considered safe, but about which Connor had doubts. She had lied to him. Unknowingly, but she lied.
"Pritchard, where's Megan. Did she report in yet?" Adam's voice spoke through the office speaker. "Her G-P-L implant shows she's moving through micro-chem labs," the Cyber Security Chief replied. "Do you have a camera view?" "No, something from outside is interfering with it. Laura and Connor managed to take over one of them but not for long. We saw a dead scientist. It's not good, Jensen. You need to hurry up."
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Sarif Industries Subsection six of the laboratories. One o'clock at night.
Adam was somewhat reassured by the news that Laura was safe. This allowed him to focus on his task. During the elevator ride, he checked the cylinder of his Colt. He involuntarily clenched his hand on the grip so tightly that it went numb. Subsection six greeted him with the stench of burning, gunpowder and spilled chemicals. Most of the rooms along the corridor he patrolled stood in flames. Scattered pieces of paper, containers and destroyed doors lay on the ground. Glass crunched under the soles of his shoes as he walked forward. His hearing was sensitive to every sound. Fluorescent lights and severed cables dangled from the ceiling, hissing and crackling in an abrupt manner. Jensen crouched by the man's corpse he encountered, turning it over on its back. In addition to multiple bullet wounds on his torso, he found one on his forehead. Such methods of execution were used by mercenaries or special units. There were many of both so he couldn't clearly pinpoint the perpetrator. He needed more clues. When he stood up and looked in front of him for a split second he had a feeling as if space had curved. It seemed to him that he saw someone. Shaking his head, he looked again. This time the corridor was completely normal so he decided that it was just an illusion. He should hurry, but in addition to finding Megan, he also wanted to know the culprit. The leg spoke up at the worst possible moment. The Security Chief opened the Vicodin package tossing the pills onto his palm. There were only three left. It had to be enough. He took one and moved on.
"Help! I'm begging! Is there anybody out here?!" he suddenly heard a call so he quickened his pace.
The corridor turned right and continued straight ahead, but the way was blocked by a bulkhead. A scientist standing on the other side was pounding his fists on the thick glass, which showed bullet marks.
"Please help me. This is a slaughterhouse. They're all dead!" he yelled, and panic burned in his eyes. "You'll be free in no time," he assured, though it was insincere.
Adam pressed the button on the wall responsible for lifting the partition, but he knew perfectly well that it would do nothing. He tried to call for help through the communicator he had in his ear but no one responded.
"I don't want to..."
Another body slumped to the ground. Adam spotted a man. Unnaturally massive, but he disappeared too quickly. He wade further ahead, trying to call Pritchard, but the communication was broken.
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