#Payphone draws

[therandomfortress-blog]

"Who am I if I'm not me?"

Sometimes you just gotta draw your Ff2 oc having a crisis over something not even he can explain.

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[iluumey]

you can dial, right? 

[fexiled]

@stanuary Week Two: Connection

dropped call

[prettyflyshyguy]

Having a Rough One (tm) and I have NO ART to show you but here's some WIP scraps cause it's wip wednesday (miscellaneous, from the two drastically different things I'm writing right now. I'd say guess which is which but its bluntly obvious)

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[mommyismadatyou]

been literally working on this slowly for a month and I’m so done with it 😭 I’ve done all I can - I hate it. happy new year ⚰️👍

[ghostnotbroke]

I just want to go home (to a place that I know)

[doctorbitchcrxft]

Hook Man | Supernatural Series Rewrite | Dean Winchester x Reader

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: canon violence, canon gore, mentions of religious trauma/parental abuse

Word Count: 4869

A/N: Guys. We hit a bit of a milestone earlier in the week. Just wanted to say in celebration that I am so beyond grateful for all of your love and support. I'm so glad you guys are enjoying reading this as much as I enjoy writing it! Giving big big kisses to all of you!!! Taglist is open!!

Edit: Hey.... I suck I forgot to add the taglist when I published. So sorry!!! fixed now!!!!

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You and Dean were sat at an outdoor cafe; coffee cups in hand. He was clacking away at his laptop while you wrote in your journal. You wrote your excerpt on the shapeshifter next to a drawing of Dean’s necklace. 

“Is that…?” Dean asked, pointing to your journal.

You nodded. 

“I didn’t know you could draw,” he said.

“No offense, lovebug, but you don’t know much of anything about me,” you retorted.

He scoffed. “Will you take the compliment and be quiet?”

“I didn’t hear a compliment,” you giggled. “Well, maybe in ‘Dean Winchester Land’ it was a compliment.”

“Oh, shut up,” he responded playfully. 

Sam hung up the payphone he was standing in and came back over to your table.

“Your, uh, half-caf, double vanilla latte is gettin’ cold over here, Francis,” Dean jabbed at his brother.

“Hey, don’t knock it ‘til you try it,” you told him.

“So, anything?” Dean asked Sam.

Sam huffed. “I had ‘em check the FBI’s Missing Persons Data Bank. No John Does fitting Dad’s description. I even ran his plates for traffic violations.”

“Sam, I’m tellin’ ya, I don’t think Dad wants to be found.”

Sam looked disappointed.

“Check this out.” Dean turned his laptop around to you and Sam. “It’s a news item out of Planes Courier. Ankeny, Iowa. It’s only about a hundred miles from here.”

“Thank god, a short trip,” you sighed. 

“ ‘The mutilated body was found near the victim’s car, parked on 9 Mile Road,’ “ Sam read from the article.

“Keep reading.” Dean nodded at his laptop.

“ ‘Authorities are unable to provide a realistic description of the killer. The sole eyewitness, whose name has been withheld, is quoted as saying the attacker was invisible.’ “

That last line caught your attention. “Could be something interesting.”

“Or it could be nothing at all,” Sam protested. “One freaked out witness who didn’t see anything? Doesn’t mean it’s the Invisible Man.”

“But what if it is? Dad would check it out,” Dean responded.

***

The one hundred mile drive concluded with the boys dropping you off at a sorority house. 

“Remind me why I have to play barbies for the week again?” you asked.

“Because this is Lori Sorensen’s sorority house; the witness from the killing,” Sam replied.

“Great,” you mumbled.

“Have fun making s’mores and singing campfire songs,” Dean remarked.

“Bite me,” you snarked. “You’re going to a frat, though, Steve McQueen, so I wouldn’t be so cocky.” 

“Yeah, don’t remind me,” he grumbled. 

“I’ll catch up with you guys later,” you said and shouldered your duffel bag. You bid them goodbye and reluctantly marched up to the door of the sorority house.

A girl with long, dark curls opened the door. “Hi,” she said. “Can I… help you?”

“Yeah, I’m (Y/N),” you explained. “I’m your sorority sister from Ohio State. Do you guys have an extra bed I could sleep in? I just transferred here.”

“Sure,” she grinned. “I’m Taylor, by the way.” 

“Nice to meet you.” 

She led you inside and introduced you to Lori Sorensen. She was a sweet girl; very naive and a little stuck-up. Taylor seemed a little more like a party girl, but still relatively tame. You decided you could gel with these girls for the time being. 

They told you they were headed to Sunday service at Lori’s father’s church and invited you to go with them. You obliged.

In the middle of the introductory rites, you heard the heavy church door slam shut. Your head swiveled to find Sam and Dean frozen and looking guilty. You scoffed amusedly and rolled your eyes, turning your attention forward for the rest of the service. 

Taylor invited you and Lori out to a party after the service, but Lori said she couldn’t. Her father had dinner with her every Sunday since her mother passed away. She and Taylor hugged and Taylor bid you goodbye before heading off.

Sam and Dean came over to you and Lori.

“Guys!” you said excitedly. “Sam, Dean, this is Lori.” You introduced her to them. “They’re my friends from Ohio. They transferred with me.” 

“I saw you inside,” she told them.

“We don’t wanna bother you. We just heard about what happened and…”

Dean cut his brother off. “We wanted to say how sorry we were.”

You knew where this was going; he was cruising for another hookup.

“I kind of know what you’re going through,” Sam broke back in. “I-I saw someone..get hurt once. It’s something you don’t forget.”

Lori nodded slightly. Just then, her father came up to your group.

“Dad, um, this is Sam, Dean, and (Y/N). They’re new students.”

Dean shook the reverend’s hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir. I must say, that was an inspiring sermon.”

“Thank you very much,” he smiled. “It’s so nice to find young people who are open to the Lord’s message.” 

“Yes, sir,” you replied and began leading him away from Sam and Lori. “Actually, we’re looking for a new church group…”

***

Later that day, you and the boys were sitting together in the local library. Sam relayed to you what Lori had told him about the passing of the guy she was with.

“So, you believe her?” Dean asked him.

“I do,” he nodded.

“Yeah, I think she’s hot, too.” Dean smirked at him. 

“You think almost everything with a vagina and legs is hot, Dean,” you remarked.

“Not you,” he jabbed back, still smirking.

You clutched a hand to your chest. “I’m hurt, you dick.”

He rolled his eyes at you.

“Can we focus, please?” Sam broke in. “There’s something in her eyes. And listen to this: she heard scratching on the roof. Found the bloody body suspended upside down over the car.”

“Wait, the body suspended? That sounds like the—”

 Sam cut you off. “Yeah, I know, the Hook Man legend.” 

“That’s one of the most famous urban legends ever,” Dean added. “You don’t think that we’re dealing with the Hook Man.”

“Every urban legend has a source. A place where it all began,” said Sam.

“Yeah, but what about the phantom scratches and the tire punctures and the invisible killer?”

“Well, maybe the Hook Man isn’t a man at all. What if it’s some kind of spirit?” 

You had the librarian bring over boxes of arrest records. The three of you poured through pages upon pages for hours. 

“Hey, check this out. 1862,” Sam said finally. “A preacher named Jacob Karns was arrested for murder. Looks like he was so angry over the red light district in town that one night he killed 13 prostitutes. Uh, right here, ‘some of the deceased were found in their bed, sheets soaked with blood. Others suspended upside down from the limbs of trees as a warning against sins of the flesh.’ “

“Get this, the murder weapon?” Dean was looking at another page. “Looks like the preacher lost his hand in an accident. Had it replaced with a silver hook.” 

You pointed to a page in Sam’s book. “Look where all this happened. Nine Mile Road.”

“Same place where the frat boy was killed,” Sam chimed in. 

“Nice job, Dr. Venkamen and Annie Potts. Let’s check it out,” the older brother quipped.

The three of you headed to Nine Mile Road. Dean parked off the road in a clearing in the woods. He popped the trunk and handed Sam a shotgun. “Here you go.”

“If it is a spirit, buckshot won’t do much good,” Sam said.

“Yeah, rock salt. It won’t kill ‘em. But it’ll slow ‘em down.” Dean led the three of you through the clearing. 

“That’s pretty good. You and Dad think of this?” 

“I told you. You don’t have to be a college graduate to be a genius.”

“Cool it, Winchester. You and your daddy aren’t the first people to think of rock salt bullets.” You loaded your own gun with shells of your own.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.”

“They’re a bitch to roll,” you said.

“Oh, one hundred percent,” he remarked. 

You suddenly heard rustling in the bushes.

“Over there,” you whispered to Sam. The two of you aimed your guns and cocked it. 

The “ghost” came out from behind the trees. A sheriff. 

‘Dammit.’

“Put the gun down now!” he yelled. “Now! Put your hands behind your head.”

“Wait, wait, okay!” Dean told him. 

You immediately dropped your gun and put your hands up.

“Now get down on your knees. Come on, do it! On your knees!”

You three obeyed.

“Now get down on your bellies,” he commanded. “Come on, do it!”

“Are you just on a power trip or something? ‘Cause— ah!” you were cut off by a sharp kick to the shin from Sam. 

The sheriff brought the three of you into the station. It was early the next morning by the time you were able to leave.

“Saved your asses!” Dean jeered. “Talked the sheriff down to a fine. I am Matlock.”

“How was it that you were left in charge of talking him down?” You raised a brow at him. “And how in the fuck did you do it?”

“Sweetheart, this may surprise you, but I’m good at my job. And I told him Sam was a dumbass pledge, you were his girlfriend we’d dragged along, and we were hazing you.”

You and Sam both recoiled at the idea of dating each other.

“First of all, ew,” you started, “No offense, Sam.”

“None taken.”

“But what about the shotguns?”

“I said that you were hunting ghosts and the spirits were repelled by rock salt. You know, typical Hell Week prank.”

“And he believed you?” you asked incredulously.

“Well, Sam looks like a dumbass pledge.”

“Can’t argue with that.” You stuck your tongue out at Sam.

Moments later, several officers ran out of the building to their cruisers. Barely needing to share a look with the boys, you hurried into the car and sped away to follow them.

You could see Lori wrapped in a disposable blanket in front of the sorority house you were staying in. You weren’t exactly sure what was going on, but you had no doubt that it was another murder. The stretcher carrying a body bag rolling out of the front door affirmed that thought seconds later.

Dean parked the Impala around the back of the house. 

“Why would the Hook Man come here?” Sam asked as the three of you crept around the building. “This is a long way from Nine Mile Road.”

“Maybe he’s not haunting the scene of his crime. Maybe it’s about something else,” Dean suggested. 

You pulled his arm back seconds later to avoid being seen by your “sorority sisters.” You used the fact that you had now pretty much pulled yourself in front of him to allow you to lead the way up to the second floor. 

While Dean made a stupid joke about a naked pillow fight, Sam was busy giving you a boost before climbing up himself. You looked back down at the ground to see Dean struggling to find his footing.

“Need help?” you smirked.

“No,” he grumbled.

“I think you do.”

“No, I don’t.”

You waited patiently, leaning your head in your hands on the railing of the balcony and smiling down at him. He struggled for a few more moments before he conceded. All he did was open and close his hand he was extending upwards, similar to a toddler asking to be picked up.

“What’s the magic word?” you sing-songed.

“Come on!” he hissed. “Please?”

“There we go,” you smiled. You dug your heels into the ground and pulled him up.

You then realized the window you were entering was the one in Lori and Taylor’s closet. You hoped to god in that moment that Taylor wasn’t the one dead.

Your fears were realized, however, when you entered Lori and Taylor’s room to find the words “Aren’t you glad you didn’t turn on the light?” crudely etched into the wall above Taylor’s blood soaked bed. You didn’t exactly get attached to people on hunts, but seeing good people die was never easy for you. It didn’t get easier. Your dad would call you soft, but you always liked to look at your compassion as a strength.

“ ‘Aren’t you glad you didn’t turn on the light?’ That’s right out of the legend,” Sam whispered.

“Yeah, that’s classic Hook Man all right.” Dean tapped his nose as he spoke. “It’s definitely a spirit.”

“Yeah, I’ve never smelled ozone this strong before,” Sam muttered.

“(Y/N), you okay?” Dean asked you. 

You nodded, biting your lip. “Yeah. Fine. It’s just… look at this symbol.” You were referencing the one beneath the writing. “Does that look familiar to you?”

Your head jerked toward the sound of footsteps approaching. You quickly shooed Sam and Dean back into the closet and out of the house. Thankfully, you made it back to the car without being seen. You pulled the copy you’d made at the library of one of the pages on Jacob Karns out of the backseat. That was where you had seen the cross symbol; on Karns’s hook. 

You showed it to the boys. “Told ya.”

“Alright, let’s find the dude’s grave, salt and burn the bones, and put him down,” Dean said.

Sam took the page from your hand. “ ‘After execution, Jacob Karns was laid to rest in an Old North Cemetery. In an unmarked grave.’ “ He flicked the page with his finger, looking aggravated; as were you and Dean.

“Super,” the older brother muttered.

“Ok. So we know it’s Jacob Karns. But we still don’t know where he’ll manifest next. Or why,” Sam pointed out.

“I could just be spitballing here, but Lori definitely has something to do with it,” you said, looking up at the sorority house.

***

You managed to get into a party at the fraternity house Sam and Dean were staying in later that night. Dean had been busy mingling with thin college girls dressed in mini skirts while Sam stuck to the outside wall. You bounced around from talking to Sam and hustling some of the drunk frat guys in multiple rounds of pool.

The three of you reunited around the pool table you’d been dominating that night.

“Man, you’ve been holding out on me,” Dean told Sam. “This college thing is awesome!” He smiled and winked at a passing girl.

Sam looked intensely uncomfortable. “This wasn’t really my experience.”

“Let me guess. Libraries, studying, straight A’s?”

Sam nodded. You chortled.

“What a geek. Alright, you do your homework?” 

“Yeah. It was bugging me, right? So how is the Hook Man tied up with Lori? So I think I came up with something.” Sam unfolded a piece of paper. 

“1932. Clergyman arrested for murder. 1967. Seminarian held in hippie rampage,” Dean read.

Your eyebrows knitted together.

“There’s a pattern here,” Sam explained. “In both cases, the suspect was a man of religion who openly preached against immorality. And then found himself wanted for killings he claimed were the work of an invisible force. Killings carried out— get this— with a sharp instrument.”

“What’s the connection to Lori?” Dean asked.

“Her dad. Man of religion who openly preaches against immorality,” you pointed out. “Maybe this time, though, instead of saving the whole town, he’s just trying to save his kid.”

“Reverend Sorensen,” Dean tsked. “You think he’s summoning the spirit?”

“Maybe it’s like when a poltergeist can haunt a person instead of a place,” you suggested.

“Yeah, the spirit latches onto the reverend’s repressed emotions, feeds off them, yeah, okay.”

“Without the reverend ever even knowing it,” Sam chimed in.

“Either way, you should keep an eye on Lori tonight,” Dean told his brother.

“What about you?” 

Dean looked over to the opposite side of the pool table where the blonde you’d been playing with smiled at him. He reluctantly said, “(Y/N) and I are gonna go see if we can find that unmarked grave.” 

“We are? I wanted to play more eight-ball,” you told him. 

He looked back over at the blonde, back at you, and shook his head in disappointment. “C’mon. I’m not happy about it either.”

***

“Are you sure you don’t wanna go back?” you asked Dean as the two of you trudged through the Old North Cemetery. You were holding shovels and flashlights searching for the grave of Jacob Karns.

He shot you a look.

“I know, I know, I’m kidding,” you laughed. “But seriously. Now that we’re… acquaintances, we should go out to a bar sometime. Preferably one with a pool table.”

“That’d be cool, actually,” he said, smirking at you. “You’re pretty good.”

“What, at pool?”

He nodded. “I could probably still kick your ass, though.”

“You’re on, pretty boy.”

He stopped and turned to you. “Don’t objectify me.”

“What?” you asked, stopping next to him. “You know you’re gorgeous. You frequently use it to your advantage.” You marched on.

You smiled when you heard him mutter, “You are so confusing, woman.”

You walked for a few more minutes before your flashlight landed on a grave marked with that cross symbol from Taylor’s room. “Jackpot.”

You and Dean set to work exhuming Jacob’s corpse. Your back and shoulders ached more and more the deeper you dug. “How fucking far down is six feet?” you remarked breathlessly. 

“I don’t know, but next time, I get to watch the cute girl’s house,” he replied.

“Aw, you don’t wanna spend quality time with this cute girl?” you asked playfully. 

He eyed you strangely with a lopsided smile. 

“What?” you asked.

“Nothing. You’re just funny,” he told you.

You smiled back and got back to digging. Your shovel finally hit the wooden box lying below. You broke through it to reveal his corpse. Or at least, what remained of it. 

“Hello, preacher,” Dean said. He threw his shovel aside and helped you out of the hole you had dug. After he had climbed out, you poured salt and lighter fluid all over the bones. 

“Goodbye, preacher.” Dean threw a match down into the grave.

Your nose twisted up in disgust. “I will never get used to that smell.”

“What, burnt, hundred-year-old preacher? Me neither.”

You and Dean packed up and headed back to the car that was parked in the cemetery’s parking lot. Your body was exhausted. 

“Um, weird question,” you started. 

He turned to you and threw his shovel and duffel bag in the trunk. 

“You think we could sleep in your car for a bit? I’m running on two days of no sleep.”

He shrugged. “I don’t see why not. It should all be over now and Sam should be layin’ it down with Lori.”

And so, you did. You stretched out over the backseat, and Dean laid down on the front. A few moments of silence passed between the two of you, and strangely, you no longer felt tired. You supposed it was the strangeness of the situation. You were now sharing a somewhat intimate moment with a man you despised just weeks prior. You weren’t quite sure where your relationship with Dean was heading, and that bothered you a bit.

“Dean?”

“Hm.”

“Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, (Y/N).”

***

Four hours of shut-eye later, you felt recharged. You awoke to the sound of Dean’s phone vibrating over which Sam told you to meet him at a hospital.

“Hospital? Why? Is he okay?” you asked Dean, climbing over the front seat to sit shotgun. 

“I think so, but he said the reverend’s hurt.”

About fifteen minutes later, you were walking down a long corridor only to be stopped by two cops in wide-brimmed hats. 

The sheriffs put a hand to Dean’s chest to stop him.

“No, it’s alright, we’re with him. He’s my brother,” he explained. “Hey! Brother!” he called, waving dorkishly at Sam.  

“Let them through.”

“Thanks.” 

You and Dean began walking toward Sam, who met you in the middle.

“You okay?” Dean asked. 

“Yeah,” sighed Sam.

“What the hell happened?” 

“Hook Man.”

You looked incredulous. “You saw him?”

“Damn right. Why didn’t you torch the bones?” Sam responded.

“We did,” you rebutted, confused. “You sure it’s the spirit of Jacob Karns?”

“It sure as hell looked like him,” Sam returned. “And that’s not all. I don’t think the spirit is latching on to the reverend.”

“Well, duh, he wouldn’t send Hook Man after himself,” you remarked.

“I think it’s latching onto Lori. Last night she found out her father is having an affair with a married woman.” He whispered that last part.

“Damn.” You gritted your teeth. “I could see how that could upset her.”

Sam nodded. “She told me she was raised to believe that if you do something wrong, you get punished.”

“Ok, so she’s conflicted,” Dean chimed in. “And the spirit of Preacher Karns is latching on to repress the emotions and maybe he’s doing the punishing for her, huh?”

“Right,” the younger brother nodded. “Rich comes on too strong, Taylor tries to make her into a party girl, Dad has an affair.”

“Remind me not to piss this girl off,” Dean muttered. “But we burned those bones, buried them in salt, why didn’t that stop him?”

“We must’ve missed something,” you said. 

“No, we burned everything in that coffin.”

“Did you get the hook?” Sam asked the two of you.

Realization struck you. “Fuck,” you grumbled. “No.”

“Why does that matter?” Dean asked.

“Well, it was the murder weapon, and in a way, it was part of him,” Sam told him.

“So, like the bones, the hook is a source of his power.”

“So if we find the hook—”

The three of you finished Sam’s sentence in unison, grinning. “We stop the Hook Man.”

“Well, back to the drawing board,” you said as the three of you began walking away from the reverend’s hospital room.

“What do you mean?” Dean asked.

“Do you know where the hook is?” you raised your eyebrows at him. 

He said nothing.

“Exactly,” you giggled.

***

Your next stop was the library for the second time this hunt. As much as you liked to read, obnoxious amounts of research was not your thing. Finally, you thought you’d found something. “Log book, Iowa State Penitentiary. ‘Karns, Jacob. Personal effects: disposition thereof.’ “

“Does it mention the hook?” Sam asked you.

“I don’t know. ‘Upon execution, all earthly items shall be remanded to the prisoner’s house of worship, St. Barnabas Church,’ “ you read aloud. “That’s where Lori’s dad preaches.”

“Where Lori lives, too?” Sam asked, but it was more of a statement than a question.

“Maybe that’s why the Hook Man has been haunting reverends and reverends’ daughters for the past two hundred years,” Dean added.

“Yeah, but I think someone would’ve noticed a blood-stained, silver-handled hook hangin’ around the church or Lori’s house.”

Dean pulled out another book and slapped it down in front of you. “Check the church records.”

Sam pulled the book to sit between the two of you. You and he flipped through pages upon pages of records before he found something. “ ‘St. Barnabas donations, 1862. Received silver-handled hook from state penitentiary. Reforged.’ “ He sighed. “They melted it down. Made it into something else.”

“Goddammit,” you grumbled. 

Later that night, you and the boys returned to St. Barnabas Church. Dean shouldered a duffel bag and began leading you to the church. Sam followed close behind.

“Alright, we can’t take any chances,” the older brother began. “Anything silver goes in the fire.”

“I agree. So, Lori’s still at the hospital. We’ll have to break in,” Sam added.

“Okay, take your pick,” you told him.

“I’ll take the house,” Sam responded.

“Dean and I will take the church, then.”

“We will?” the older brother asked.

“Yup.”

You led Dean up to the church. He called back to his brother. “Hey. Stay out of her underwear drawer.”

You could hear the smirk in his voice and giggled.

You took the top floor of the church while Dean scoured the basement. The two of you, along with Sam, met up in the furnace room. 

“I got everything that even looked silver,” Sam told you.

“Better safe than sorry,” Dean said. 

Your head turned upward at the sound of footsteps. You could hear Dean taking his gun from his jacket as you grabbed yours.

“Move, move,” Dean told you quietly.

You crept up the stairs as quietly as possible. When you got back to the ground floor, you could see Lori hunched over, her shoulders shaking. You lowered your gun and lightly pushed Sam forward. He shot you a look, but headed over to Lori anyway. You and Dean went back downstairs to continue melting the silver. 

“I feel for her,” you said quietly. “I know how much religion can fuck you up.” Silver clanked against the coals in the furnace as you spoke.

Dean turned his head to you. “You do?”

You nodded. “I’ve watched so many people go through crisis after crisis when their loved ones end up dead.”

“Me too,” he said earnestly. “Probably why I don’t pray.”

“Well, it’s a little difficult to believe in a higher power when all day, everyday is blood, guts, and monsters,” you remarked.

He chuckled. “Yeah. I don’t know if I’ve met one religious hunter.”

“I have,” you said. “My mom.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. She was somehow still convinced of ‘God’s plan.’ “

“Catholic?”

“Oh, very.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” he replied playfully.

“Yeah, me too,” you smiled. “My dad wasn’t, but, uh, he had his… other issues.”

Before he could ask further questions, you heard commotion upstairs. It sounded like running heading toward the opposite side of the basement.

“C’mon,” Dean urged, sprinting out of the furnace room with his gun in hand. You followed closely behind. You could hear the breaking of boards and slamming of what you assumed were bodies that practically shook the walls that got louder as you got closer. Sam was maneuvering himself behind the Hook Man’s clunkily-moving apparition. 

Dean gruffly called to his brother, “Sam, drop!”

His brother obeyed and Dean shot the Hook Man, who disappeared.

“I thought we got all the silver,” you said.

“So did I,” the older brother answered.

“Then why is he still here?” Sam’s voice was frantic.

“Well, maybe we missed something!”

You looked around and noticed Lori’s cross necklace. “Lori, where did you get that chain?”

“My father gave it to me,” she responded nervously.

“Where’d your dad get it?” Sam asked.

“He said it was a church heirloom,” she answered quickly. “He gave it to me when I started school.”

“Is it silver?!”

“Yes!”

Sam ripped the chain off her and threw it to you. You caught it with ease and went to start running back down the hall when the invisible Hook Man started dragging his hook along the wall.  

You threw Sam your gun and started running down another corridor you hoped would bring you to the same destination. You could vaguely hear Dean say to his brother, “I’ll cover (Y/N), shoot anything that moves!” before you heard approaching quick footsteps behind you.

You sprinted down winding hallways and thankfully quickly made it to the furnace room. You threw the necklace into the fire and watched as it slowly began to melt. “C’mon, c’mon,” you muttered anxiously. It took longer than you would’ve liked, but the cross broke off the necklace and burned into ash. As soon as it did, you and Dean ran back to the latter’s brother to make sure the ghost was gone. Thankfully, he had, but Sam seemed injured. He was clutching his left shoulder and wincing. 

You called the police to the scene and urged them to send an ambulance. They arrived in no time, and Sam was able to get his injury patched up. 

“And you saw him, too?” A sheriff was asking you and writing in a notepad. “The man with the hook?”

“Yeah, we all saw him,” you responded. “We fought him off and then he ran.”

“And that’s all?” The sheriff was skeptical.

“Yes, sir.”

“Listen. You and those two boys—”

Dean came up behind you and answered for you. “Oh, don’t worry, we’re leaving town.”

You laughed at his response. Sam and Lori talking near the ambulance caught your eye. You continued watching them in the rearview mirror once you’d gotten in the backseat of the car. Sam soon left Lori, who looked after him sadly, and stooped down into the car. 

“We could stay,” Dean suggested. 

You could tell Sam wanted to, but he shook his head. A deflated air had settled over the car, but you knew the younger Winchester wasn’t ready for anything yet. He’d been dating Jessica for a year and a half and had just lost her less than four months ago. You knew he needed more time. The best way you knew to comfort him was to wrap your hands around his shoulders gently, minding his injury, from your place in the backseat. He tensed for a moment, but allowed you to hug him nonetheless. He responded by holding your arm with his good hand. And for a moment, if you closed your eyes, it was almost like hugging Steven again. 

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[theotherrobin]

Is there anybody out there?

~Looks like Lord Huron are getting ready to announce new music and I am beyond excited. Been following the happenings of the tour and the payphone intrigued me so I had to draw a lil thing inspired by it~

[vampire-matcha]

Part 4 of cheating!Soap. Simon's POV. Angst. Potentially ooc Simon.

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Simon Riley is a bad man. He wasn't given much of a choice really. He was dealt a bad hand that kept getting worse and worse. He tried to live a good life, despite his childhood, but it was all taken away from him in fire and blood. So he threw himself into it headfirst. He dove into it and found comfort in the fire and blood. He knew fire and blood. He's good at fire and blood.

Simon Riley is a lonely man. All his life, he's never had anyone. He keeps everyone he meets at arms-length at a minimum. He doesn't do love. He doesn't believe in it. The last time he tasted it was from his mother, and that taste has long since been replaced by the tinny taste of blood. He's comfortable being alone. He fills his time with work, and on the rare occasion he's sent back home to his barren flat in Manchester, the most he does is find a quick fuck at a pub.

He doesn't care about their names, he doesn't particularly care if they're a man or woman or something in between. He doesn't care what they look like, he hardly looks at them at all. They're just a means to an end for him. Just a warm hole to stuff himself into to feel good for a bit, to make his head quiet for a bit. He leaves once he's done. He never stays the night, never even stays much longer than to tie off his condom and pull his trousers back up.

It all changed when he met that damned spitfire of a man John MacTavish. Goes by the name 'Soap'. A ridiculous nickname in Simon's opinion, but then again, he goes by Ghost, so he doesn't have much room to talk.

Soap is loud and brash, but he can be careful and focused, too. He's intensely loyal and has a deep sense of justice. He fights for what's right, Ghost has seen it. He makes the icy shell around Ghost's heart melt, ever so slightly.

It's a slow progression, the way Soap draws Ghost into his orbit. Ghost doesn't even fully realize its happened until Las Almas. There was a moment when he thought he lost Johnny- when did Soap become Johnny? They had gotten separated and Ghost waited for him. Ghost never waited. But he couldn't, in that moment, hiding out in a church with a whole militia after him, even fathom leaving Johnny behind.

By the time Simon realized he loved Johnny it was too late. Johnny was married. Simon hadn't noticed that when he read Soap's dossier years ago. It must have happened in the time they had known each other. Simon had never pinned Johnny as someone to keep his cards so close to his chest like that, but he was proved wrong.

Johnny didn't wear his ring in the field. It was a liability, not just to have jewelry on in life-or-death situations, but also for anyone to see he was married, be it friend or foe. He didn't find out until after Chicago. It seemed that Soap's near-death experience at the top of a skyscraper had shaken him more than he'd let on. He'd snuck off at the bar to use the payphone and Ghost had followed.

"Hey, its me... Just needed to hear your voice, bonnie... No, no, I'm alright, just a wee bit banged up... Yeah, I miss you too, lovie... No I promise I'm alright. Just got a bit worried the whole 'til death do us part' thing was comin' sooner than expected... Sorry, bonnie... No, no, you're right, it's not funny. I'm sorry... I'll be home in a few days... Yeah... I'll see you then. I love you."

Simon hated you. He hated you and he didn't even know you. He didn't even know you existed and he hated you. Who were you? Some civilian? Some random woman who decided to shack up with Johnny? Probably just chasing valor or benefits or something. What could you possibly have to offer someone like Johnny? You could never understand him the way Simon does. Their bond is forged in fire and blood. You could never hope to understand it. They'd been through hell together. And yet you've wormed your way in between them. You, a woman he doesn't even know, have ruined everything. But Simon, ever the stoic sentinel, keeps it all under wraps with practiced patience. He didn't survive this long by letting his emotions control him. He'll figure out a way to fix this.

Then several months later, Simon meets you. It's after another mission, and you're picking up Soap from base, who had gotten a mild concussion and couldn't drive himself. You're there, waiting for him with a lovesick smile on your face. Simon watches as you embrace Johnny, wrapping him in your arms and holding him for a long time. Too long, in Simon's opinion. And then you pull back and hold Soap's head in your hands, turning his face side to side to get a better look at him. You laugh at something he says. Simon sneers. Oh, aren't you just perfect? A sweet little doting wife?

And then Johnny brings you over to introduce you two. You shake Simon's hand with both of yours, gratitude broadcast to the world as you thank him for getting your Johnny home safe. Your Johnny. Simon hates it. He hates how sincere you are. He wishes you were something worse, something worth hating. But Ghost reads people. He's great at it. But he can't read anything but genuine in you. And it makes him hate you more.

It isn't fair, Simon thinks. You don't deserve someone like Johnny. You haven't earned him. You haven't fought for him like Simon has. You haven't fought alongside him like Simon has. Simon has suffered. His whole life has been nothing but blood and fire. Doesn't he deserve something good for once? Hasn't he earned it? Even the devil himself got to taste heaven before he fell to earth.

That's what he tells himself on that night. The night they were stuck in that frozen safe house in the middle of Bumfuck, Russia. They'd narrowly escaped the enemy, and they didn't dare poke their heads out for risk of being spotted. Soap's radio had broken in the escape. Ghost was the only one with a means to communicate with Watcher. She tells him exfil will be there in the morning. He unplugs his radio. He tells Soap he can't get through. He tells himself that he's justified. He's a devil seeking a taste of heaven.

And what is Johnny if not heaven? Simon needs him. He needs to taste him. Johnny is worried. Simon can feel it rolling off him in waves. Simon can make it all better for him. Just for tonight.

"Who knows when exfil's gonna get here?" He asks. "What do we have to lose? It's just for tonight. Just let me take care of you, Johnny."

Simon can feel the hesitation in Johnny's body when he kisses him. But Johnny let's Simon lay him down. Simon whispers words into Johnny's ear. Not quite words of reassurance. But Simon Riley is a bad man, and a lonely man, and those two things make a nasty combination.

Simon tastes every part of Johnny's body he can get his mouth on. Neither man has bathed in days, and a lesser man would be disgusted, but Simon has experienced far worse. Besides, nothing about Johnny could ever disgust him.

And when Johnny let's him inside, Simon, that devil, finally tastes his slice of heaven. A whole life of suffering was worth is just to feel Johnny beneath him. It's perfect, he thinks. Even if only for the night. Simon looks Johnny in the eye. Simon stays with him afterward. Simon sleeps beside him.

Then morning comes. Exfil comes. Regret comes for Johnny, but not for Simon. Maybe he shouldn't had lied about his radio, but it was worth it, wasn't it? But now Johnny won't look at him. He won't speak to him. He practically runs from him when they land.

No, no, no. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. This was supposed to fix things! It was supposed to fix what you had ruined! You, Soap's perfect wife with your perfect life, perfectly ruining Simon's. Johnny was supposed to see that he needed Simon more. Johnny was supposed to see that he needed Simon as much as Simon needed him. What happened? What went wrong? Simon blames you. He always blames you.

Simon calls Johnny late that night, after he's sure you must be in bed. He pleads with Johnny to come to his senses. It wasn't a mistake! How could he say that? How could he say that it was wrong when Simon had never felt so right in his whole life? It's your fault. You've got Johnny trapped under some kind of spell. You can't love him like Simon could, like Simon does. Simon changes tactics.

"You have to tell her," Simon tells him. Maybe if you know, you'll leave. Then Simon can have Johnny all to himself, without you getting in the way again. "The guilt will eat you up, it's better if you just tell her. Its the right thing to do." Johnny reluctantly agrees.

Simon waits for Johnny to call him the next night, to tell him you've kicked him out. He waits for the call so he can swoop in and be Johnny's rescuer. Maybe then Johnny will see how much he loves him. But Johnny never calls. Simon would be tearing his hair out with anxiety if it wasn't so close-cropped to his head. What's happened to him? He hasn't lost control of his emotions like this in years. What have you done to him?

Simon drives to Johnny's house. He watches from the curb through your window. Johnny's alone. Good. He has half a mind to walk up to the door when he sees you come around the corner. He watches you two talk. He watches you cry. Crocodile tears, they must be! Poor you, having your perfect life be derailed. Simon was justified. It's only fair that you suffer even a fraction that he has so he can take some of your perfect life for his own.

But then Johnny is holding you. Johnny is kissing you. No, no this isn't right! You should be screaming at him to leave! You should be beating Soap to a pulp so Simon can put him back together! Why won't you let him have this?

He watches Johnny carry you away. He forces himself to drive away before he does something he'll regret. He speeds the whole way home. He turns his apartment upside-down. In the back of his mind he's thankful he lives in a shit part of town where no one calls the cops unless someone is actually dead. No noise complaints as he shatters every mirror.

It's your fault he's losing control. You you would just let him have Johnny, it would all be fine. But you, you selfish bitch, want to keep Johnny all to yourself. Why? Because you've got a ring? Because you made a vow? Well, Simon makes a vow to himself. No matter how long it takes, he will make Johnny his.

[aphrogeneias]

You stare at the payphone in front of you, wondering if it's a good idea to call him at this time.

It isn't late, but it is a Saturday night. He could be doing anything — could be with his friends, could be on a date of his own, which would make your heart drop if it wasn't already laying at your feet.

Rationally, you know those things are not true. Eddie didn't mention he was doing anything tonight, you'd be invited if he was. You also know that the closest he does from going on a date is flirting his way into a one night stand on the weekends.

Remembering that would also make your heart break, again, if it wasn't already broken and in pieces all around you, all over the sidewalk in front of The Hawk.

A movie date, it was what you'd been promised. The cute boy from your chemistry class you'd been eyeing all semester — distracting yourself from your attraction to Eddie, the ever unattainable one — had told you to meet him there. When he showed up, he had another girl on his arm.

His excuse was, "I talk to a lot of girls. Sorry, hun."

Of course he did. Of course you, in your desperate attempt to feel wanted, believed him.

Your hand is slightly shaking when you pick up the receiver, and dial the number you've memorized a long time ago. It doesn't take long for him to answer.

"Munson residence, this is Edward speaking."

You sniffle, snorting through the tears you didn't even notice falling. "Who the fuck is Edward?"

"Sweetheart? Is that you?"

"Yeah, um…", sighing, you steel yourself to no e forward with the real reason you were calling, "I need a favor, but it's okay if you're busy…"

"I'm not busy. Never busy for you." He remarks.

You take a moment to imagine him right now, standing next to the phone in his kitchen. Wearing a ratty band shirt from whatever concert he attended in the last couple of years, wearing those sweatpants he always wears at home, long hair in disarray. Cozy, warm, safe. All things you weren't feeling at that same moment.

"Can you come pick me up?" You ask, voice small. If you weren't talking so closely to the phone, he might not have heard you. "I'm at The Hawk and I walked here, don't wanna go home right now."

You hear shuffling on the other side of the phone, and the sound of keys rattling in the background. "Are you okay? Did something happen? What are you doing there alone?"

"I'll tell you when you're here. Please? I just don't wanna be alone right now." The sniffles come back, but this time because of the obvious affection in Eddie's voice. If you closed your eyes, you could almost see the crease in forehead, the pout on his full lips that made the lines around his mouth more prominent. You've always wanted to kiss them.

"I'll be there in fifteen. Ten, even! Don't move, okay?"

If you closed your eyes, you could almost feel one of his hugs, arms that loved to lift you off your feet, even though you protested each and every time. Arms that squeeze you tight, and refuse to let go until they have their fill. The boy you wished was the one taking you on dates and holding your hand in the dark of the movie theater.

"Okay."

You close your eyes, you feel it anyway.

"Hey, sweetheart." He calls, drawing your attention, "whatever it is, it's gonna be okay. I'll make it okay, yeah? I promise."

"I know."

You close your eyes, the line goes dead. You know.

[space-bee3s]

The city doesn't look like any other

It is piled on top of itself

Like layers of sediment

I followed a path that felt level enough

Across roads and down alleys

And then, coming to a railing

I look over

And I see the roof of a dizzying cathedral beneath me

That ten minutes earlier I had been staring up at in wonder

This city is a curse on cartographers

Bridges passing over bridges

Streets stacked upon streets upon streets

Parallel worlds, never quite meet

Buildings larger inside than out

Nondescript doors that lead, somehow, to entire, hidden towns

Stairwells that stretch ever up

And ever down

And all of this

I strongly suspect

Moving

And changing

When no one is around

This city sleeps

And it sleeps deeply

Drawing long heavy breaths you might mistake for the growl of traffic

Or the groan of machinery

And when it dreams

The empty streets swell with figments of its dreaming

Like you

Like me

You and me, we peer curiously down back alleys

We scale cathedrals and cling to their spires to crow with the gargoyles

We scratch dark prophecy into bathroom stall walls and answer calls on disconnected payphones

And through our eyes, and our hearts and mouths

The city

Begins to know itself

Through our missed exits, bad calls, and wrong turns

It thoroughly, painstakingly, maps itself out

[eddiexmunsonlover-archive]

One Step Away From You (Chapter 14)

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Chapter Summary: With Spring Break comes college visits and free time to spend with your friends and boyfriend. Giving the party the carefree spring break they deserve <3 WC: 6.4k Warnings: MDNI 18+ ONLY. S4 rewrite. Filthy smut. Squirting. Fingering (fem receiving). Unprotected piv. Creampie. Explicit language. Lots of pet names used. Fluff and comfort. Hints of the uncertainty of the future, but mostly just fun times with the group and Eddie. Series taglist: @eddie-is-a-god @siriusmaraudeers @amandahobblepot @littlexdeaths Shout out to @londonfog-chan for giving me some brilliant Dustin ideas! So sorry this chapter took longer than usual to get out, but I hope y'all enjoy!

Friday, March 21st, 1986

In between your afternoon classes, you diverge from the hallways to the outside courtyards for a cigarette. Greeted by the sight of two of your younger friends sitting by the payphone. Reading their demeanor and tone of voice, it’s easy to tell they’ve gotten nowhere on the mission Eddie gave them.

“No luck?” you ask, coming to stand beside them.

“No” Dustin sighs, hanging his head.

“It’s hopeless. I mean, why can’t they just reschedule the ball game?!” Mike whines, hands thrown out in frustration. You scoff out a laugh with a shake of your head.

“Oh, come on. Far more people, including the school board, are involved in the scheduling and financing of our school sports. You think they’re going to reschedule for our little DnD club?”

Mike knows you’re right, but he can’t shake it off.

“Well then why can’t Lucas just skip? He’s been sitting on the bench this whole season anyway! I mean, he’s putting that stupid game before us!”

You take a seat on the bench next to them with a sigh, drawing another drag from your cigarette.

“Lucas… is on his own path right now. He’s doing what he thinks is right for him. Whether we agree with it or not, he’s gotta figure it out for himself.”

They take your words in silence, struggling with the helpless feeling of the reality of it all.

“Still, we’ve had no luck finding a sub. We’ve tried every clique and club. I tried asking Max.”

“I even tried asking Nancy!”

“Nancy? I respect the effort, but you didn’t actually think she’d do it?”

“No, but I had to try!”

You and the boys sit in silence, as they hang their heads, your eyes roam around your surroundings. Students mulling about between classes. 

“You know, I think you’ll find the perfect sub if you look just a tad bit farther.”

You give them a smirk when they turn to you, a soft nod of your head in the direction of Hawkins Middle School only a yard away.

Their eyes follow the direction before turning to each other.

“Holy shit, you’re a genius!” Dustin exhales, jumping from his seat and wasting no time in beginning the short run across the parking lot with Mike in tow. 

“You can thank me later” you mutter with a smile, taking the last drag of your cigarette.

“This is Hellfire club, not babysitting club.”

“I’m 11, you long-haired freak”

“My, my. The child speaks. So, what’s your name, child?” Eddie pushes, rising from his throne to approach her. 

“Erica Sinclair” she declares unwaveringly.

“So this is Sinclair’s infamous sister.” Eddie remarks in amusement.

“He’s sharp.”

You watch with your arms crossed, enjoying the back and forth. Looking at Erica in admiration and pride, always so confident in herself. When Eddie gives a look to quiet the older members  laughter, your expression doesn’t waver, biting your bottom lip to stifle your grin as you watch how it all unfolds.

“What’s your class and level? Level one dwarf?”

“My name is Lady Applejack. And I’m a chaotic-good half-elf rogue level 14 and I will sneak behind any monster you throw my way and stab them in the back with my poison-soaked kukri and I’ll smile as I watch them die a slow, agonizing death. So, we gonna do this, or are we gonna keep chit-chatting like this is your mommy’s book club?”

Eddie slowly backs away from her in surprise, though keeping a stone straight face. You have to keep yourself from breaking out into applause right before his head slowly tilts your way, surveying you with narrowed eyes.

“Let me guess. You babysat this one too, hmm?”

“She already had the fire in her, just helped teach her how to wield it. That’s all.” You offer with a nonchalant shrug, grin becoming harder to bite back.

You watch the smirk slowly spread across his lips before he turns it toward Erica, finally extending his hand to her in truce.

“Welcome to Hellfire”

As you expected, Erica turns out to be a great sub, securing Vecna’s defeat in an electric campaign. You’re all smiles, hooping and hollering as you meander down the halls, trailing behind the rest of the club with Eddie. Your cheers soon blend in with that of the other student’s departing from the basketball game as you enter the parking lot. A win for the Hawkins Tigers as well, you can only assume.

You spot the basketball team rallied around each other across the parking lot, catching onto one particular face as he looks among your club with an expression you clock right away.

“Hey, give me a minute. I’ll catch up, alright?” You quickly tell your boyfriend when Lucas’s eyes land on you.

“Alright, hurry up.” Eddie offers you a sweet smile and a peck on your lips before joining the rest of the club.

You gesture your head toward a vehicle close by, blocking the view from the rest of the team.

Lucas manages to slip away without any of them seeing you.

“I take it you guys won?” you ask excitedly, trying to pull a smile out of his down wrought expression.

“Yeah, finally got pulled from the bench. I made the winning shot.” He answers with a half smile.

“Lucas! That’s great, man. Congratulations!” Your enthusiasm and smile is genuine, pulling a bashful one from him before his eyes waver toward the club, his little sister among them.

“I take it you guys won too.” he remarks, smile faltering. You don’t need to turn around to see where he’s looking.

“Hey. I’m sorry none of us were able to be there to watch you. I wish I’d of seen it, I really do. But you know how Eddie is, it’d take an earthquake for him to cancel Hellfire. Shit, he’d probably still have it even then.”

“Yeah, I get it.” His eyes fall to look down at his shoes, sadness seeping into his voice.

“Lucas. I understand what you’re doing, why you’re doing it. I do. Even if it means associating yourself with the people that bully us.” Your gaze flickers over to the group of jocks as his head hangs. You pull his attention to look back at you with a gentle squeeze of his arm. 

“Hey. We care about you, and we’re always gonna be your friends. You’ve gotta do what you think is right for you. Just… don’t forget who you are in the process, alright?” You plead to him with your eyes, hoping he understands you.

“Yeah, alright.” Lucas nods, offering a weak smile of acknowledgement.

“Now go on, go celebrate with your team. And please, make smart decisions.”

“Alright. Thanks, Y/N.” You pull a real laugh from him, watching as he waves bye before going to rejoin his team who welcome him back with cheers and open arms.

You let yourself observe for a few seconds before you go searching for your own group. Soon finding your boyfriend waiting at the van.

“Come on, pretty girl. We’ve got a whole van load of people to drop off.” He remarks with an unamused expression.

You climb in, laughing as you see all 6 of the other members piled into the back.

“How the hell did I get roped into this again?” He questions you after climbing into the driver's seat with keys in hand, the excited chatter of the club quickly overtaking the confined metal box on wheels.

“Oh I don’t know, because you’re an oh-so generous Dungeon Master and friend?” you sweet talk him with a flutter of your eyelashes and a squeeze of his jean-clad thigh. His eyes follow your hand before looking back up to you with a raised brow.

“Let’s uh, get them home as quick as possible, yeah?” He determines with a quick glance to the back of the van, hastily inserting the keys and starting the ignition. Your giggles join the sound of the squealing tires and club members' mingling as he burns rubber leaving the parking lot.

Eddie was already planning to spend all night with you in his bedroom ahead of your plans to depart with your mom in the morning for a weekend college visit. His plans are now only solidified by your teasing nature that you take far too much pleasure in.

The club members are left at the end of their driveways with a parting cloud of dust.

Barely an hour after departing Hawkins High, Eddie has you stripped and spread open in his bed.

His bare chest is pressed against your side as his tongue swirls with yours and his hand slides between your legs, fingers teasing your clit. Switching the amount of pressure his fingers apply on your sensitive bud, from calloused pads barely ghosting over your clit to applying full pressure, just to tease you. Getting you closer and closer to the edge before pulling back, chuckling in the way your body chases the pleasure, pushing your pussy against his hands for the friction.

“Eddieeeeee, stop being mean”

“I’m not being mean, sweetheart. Just love the way you whine for me when I tease you.”

He gives in to you, no longer teasing as his finger circles your clit just the way you like it. Making you purr for him, moaning into his mouth. One of your hands is lost in his hair as the other grips his bicep. Your leg hoisted over his, keeping you spread open to his liking, full access to play with you as he pleases.

He groans as his fingers dip down to slide into your soaking wet pussy, thumb taking the place to rub circles into your clit.

“Can’t believe you’re gonna deprive me of this sweet pussy for two days… now that’s mean” He mumbles against your lips.

You can only respond in the form of pathetic whimpers, he turns you into mush and he knows it, loves it, craves it. You deepen the kiss as your walls flutter around his thick fingers slowly sliding in and out of you. His fingers slide over a particularly sensitive spot, pulling a high-pitched moan from your lips, your pussy tightening around his fingers.

“Mmm, is that your spot, baby?” His fingers rub over it again, pulling another moan from you. “That feel good?” he practically moans, watching your face twist up in pleasure from his touch.

Your head nods fervently, your grip on his arm tightening.

“Fuck, yes. Right there, baby.” you manage to get out through gasps, letting your head fall back as the pleasure courses through your body, a pressure building in your core.

Eddie quickens the speed of his fingers thrusting in and out, pushing up against the spongy spot at the top of your walls. A trail of wet, open mouth kisses are dotted all over your neck and chest as your breaths quicken with the unrelenting pace and pressure of his fingers.

“Fuck Eddie, feel like I’ve gotta pee” you whine out, feeling the build up of pressure in your core like it’s about to burst.

“S’okay, baby. Don’t hold back, just let go. I’ve got you.” he pants against your ear.

Every muscle in your body begins to tighten, your thighs shaking as you reach your breaking point. With your eyes squeezed shut, all you can hear over your moans and panting is a gushing wet sound mixing with the thrusts of Eddie’s fingers.

“Holy shit” the muffled sound of his voice breaks through the ringing in your ears as you ride out your high. “Fuck, you just squirted for me. So fucking hot.”

His mouth is back on yours in a heated kiss. When your lips part, you look down to see the evidence of your newly found ‘skill’. A wet spot on his sheets right between your legs.

“Shit, Eds. I’m sorry”

“Sorry? For what?” He asks incredulously.

“For staining your sheets” You say with a light laugh, nodding your head to the big wet spot below you. His eyes follow yours to the stain before looking back to you with a big grin,

“What do you say we make some more, huh?” A soft kiss, sucking your bottom lip between his. “Think you can do that again for me, baby?”

He doesn’t need an answer before he’s moving from your side to between your legs, hovering over you.

“I didn’t even know I could do it in the first place.” A heavy sigh parts from your lips with a laugh, finally catching your breath before your boyfriend sets on stealing it away from you again.

He kisses you for a few moments, letting his stiff cock rub against your pussy, covered in your slick and juices, amping him up even more. His hard, thick cock sliding inside you with no resistance, making his eyes roll back at the feeling. The feeling of your perfect pussy, and how wet it gets just for him.

His hands hook under the back of your knees, holding them back as far as he can. The force lifting your ass off the damp sheets beneath you. The position helps his cock get closer to lining up against your sensitive spot. He doesn’t waste time taking it slow, he knows he doesn’t need to.

Your pussy already soaking for him, he starts his thrusts hard and deep. Watching your puffy lips wrap around him, sucking him in. The squeals of pleasure falling from your lips each time his hips connect with yours.

The feeling of him inside you, the way his cock stretches you no matter how wet you are is enough to drive you crazy, turn you into a moaning mess beneath him. The position does help for his cock to just barely nudge against your g-spot with each thrust, but it’s not enough and he knows it.

In a second he’s snatching a pillow and moving your ankles to his shoulders.

“Lift your ass up for me”

You use his shoulders for leverage as he shoves the pillow under your ass before his hands are holding your legs back again. Leaning down to give you soft, sweet kisses while his cock is stuffing you so deep his tip nudges against your cervix. Before you can grasp onto him he’s leaning back again, picking up where he left off.

The added pillow was the perfect touch, making your toes curl with each thrust of his cock that rubs against your spot just right. You grip onto the only thing you can, the sheets underneath you while he aligns the direction of his thrusts with your moans, finding the perfect angle and rhythm to send you unraveling beneath him in mere minutes. 

“Gonna make you feel so good, baby” he moans, feeling you tighten around him with each bump of his cock against your spongy spot. The familiar sensation, pressure in your core begins to build again.

One hand leaves the back of your knee to gently push down on your mound, adding to the pressure building in your core, making sure his cock hits your g-spot with each thrust, his thumb reaching down to rub your swollen clit. 

“Fuuuck, Eddie! Oh my god!” You nearly scream out, the pleasure taking over your body is overwhelming, it’s intense, and feels so fucking good. 

You can feel tears falling out of the corner of your eyes and landing on the sheets below you, the squeaking and scraping of the bed frame against the floor.

“That’s it, baby. Give me what I want. Squirt all over my cock for me” He sputters through moans and pants, taking everything in him to hold back his own orgasm till he gives you your second.

He knows just what you need, just what to say, that final push to send you plummeting over the edge. You yell out as you fall into your second orgasm of the night, taking over all your senses. Your free leg tightening around his back, your walls tightening around his cock, everything in your body tightens as your orgasm rocks through you. It’s the hardest you’ve ever cum in your life. 

As soon as Eddie feels your wetness gushing around his cock, he immediately falters. Holding himself deep inside you as he groans out while his cum fills you up. A sensation you’ve quickly grown to love and crave from him.

His body relaxes onto yours, your hands embracing each other.

“Jesus Christ, Eds!” You groan out between attempts to catch your breath.

“You did so good for me, sweetheart” He mutters against your ear, making you involuntarily clench around his sensitive cock. He lets out a soft hiss, pulling himself out from inside you with a chuckle. “I wonder how many more times I can make you do that…”

“Oh my god, you’re trying to kill me” you whine out before joining in with his laughter.

“Just like making you feel good, making you cum for me.” His lips trail up your jawline. “I’ll let you rest for the night, but I won’t be satisfied until this bed is covered in your stains.”

“You’re a very depraved man” you chuckle, playfully slapping his arm before his lips meet yours again.

Staying tangled in his embrace for the remainder of the night, through your slumber and until the morning comes.

With a parting kiss… or two, lingering hands on your sides that don’t leave until you move from his grasp, you depart from Eddie in the early hours of Saturday morning. He watches from the porch like a sad puppy as you walk to your trailer and depart with your mother in her station wagon for a weekend trip to visit Ohio State University.

A subtle seed of doubt is planted in that moment.

The drive to Columbus, Ohio is far from the worst, only a fraction of the drive to Virginia. You occupy your thoughts and attention to the unfamiliar route, passing towns, cities and landmarks you’ve never seen, small talk with your mother, and singing along to the songs on the radio carrying you along on your journey.

Your visit at the college isn’t bad either, by all accounts it goes rather well. A vast campus with classic architecture in a big, new city. You’re impressed by the academics, the sense of community, and the countless opportunities offered in the state’s capital. It’s clear the university holds promise for you and your future, but as you roam the campus you can’t rid yourself of the emptiness that comes with the prospect of attending there. 

4 hours away from your home, from your friends, from Eddie. 4 hours of distance is nothing compared to the 11 that previously separated you, it’s true. Still, the idea of parting ways again so soon after finally getting to the point in your relationship with Eddie that all these years have been building to, years of yearning and heartbreak… it’s not an idea you’re ready to accept.

You feel every minute of the 4 hour drive back to Hawkins. Every minute of distance that would be between you and your life at home as you know it. It doesn’t warm you up to the idea anymore than when you were at the campus. 

Neither does the sight of your loving boyfriend and best friend, waiting on his porch with a cigarette for your arrival.

Wrapping your body in his strong, warm arms and your lips with his, softly rocking you side to side in the embrace.

“Miss me?” you tease, looking up into his chocolate eyes.

“Every second you were gone, baby.” He mutters in a husky tone, meeting your lips again for a long, sweet kiss. Whisking you away into Wayne’s trailer, intent on not letting you step foot outside it again for the remainder of the day.

Having the whole week off for Spring Break opens up an abundance of free time, and you don’t know any better way to spend it than with your boyfriend and group of friends. On your days off from work, you’re free to get lost in any adventure imaginable, no matter if it was spending your Monday at Dustin’s with your friends playing his Atari all day, going to the movies and shopping with Steve and Robin on Wednesday, or a day at the lake on Friday. It’s a small taste of what’s to come for summer, freed from the confines of school. The last truly ‘free’ summer you’ll have before adulthood and all that comes with it.

Friday, March 28th, 1986

What was meant to be a fun, relaxing afternoon with your friends at Lover’s Lake is off to a rocky start. Rather than take the road you and Eddie had taken before that leads right to the waterfront, Steve listened to Dustin’s insistence on parking at the entrance that many hunters in the area used, a mile of trails between your cars and the lake.

No big deal, nothing wrong with a little hike. That is until the two leading the group, Dustin and Steve, begin bickering over the location of Skull Rock.

“Dude, I’m telling you you’re taking us the wrong way.”

“It’s north, I’m positive!” Dustin asserts, flashing Steve his compass.

“You do realize Skull Rock is like a super popular makeout spot.”

“Yeah, so?”

“Yeah, well it wasn’t popular until I made it popular. I practically invented it, you’re going in the wrong direction.”

“Yeah Dusty, don’t you know Steve is the ladies man of Hawkins? You think he wouldn’t know where Skull Rock is?” You tease, Eddie and you trailing behind them.

“Yeah, and he’s right. You’re definitely going in the wrong direction.” Eddie asserts, earning a 

“Thank you!” from Steve.

You spare a side-ways glance to Eddie with a cocked brow.

“And what would you know about the most popular make-out spot in town?” You question.

“I’ve been there for the occasional deal, that’s all” He declares with his arms raised. “I promise, lovebug.” He finishes, wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

“Ugh, no. Not that one.” You laugh despite your face scrunching up.

“You know, no matter how much you say you don’t like one, it still puts a blush on those cute, chubby cheeks.” He asserts while leaning closer to your ear, his hand reaching up to pinch your round cheeks. You quickly swat it away.

“I’m going to fuck you up, Munson.” you threaten, all talk and no bite. Smile still plastered on your face.

“Oh that’s alright, darling. I’ll find one you like eventually.” 

You roll your eyes, playfully nudging his side as you divert from the path Dustin was leading to follow Steve.

It’s a little game Eddie’s been playing the last few days, trying out different pet names on you to find one that sticks, one that feels right. It’s his own new loving way of teasing you, reveling in the reactions he gets out of you and how flustered the names make you.

“Oh Boom! Bada Bing Bada Boom! There she is, Henderson! Skull Rock in your face, man. Your stupid, cocky, little face.” Steve exclaims, opening the clearing of tree branches to reveal none other than Skull Rock.

“Alright, easy tiger.” You chuckle, patting Steve on the shoulder as you pass him to survey the famous sight.

“You knowwww” Eddie begins, creeping up next to you. “We can make this our new spot, honey bunny.”

You can’t help but laugh, shaking your head before meeting his eyes.

“Honey bunny, huh?”

“Oh, yeah. It’s perfect for you. Honey, cause you’re so sweet” His hip bumps yours. “And bunny…well, cause of the way you ride m-” Your hand flies up to cover his mouth, but you can still see the shit-eating grin underneath.

“Not in front of the children, Edward.” You teasingly scold him, wide-eyed. Removing your hand when a quick look around shows the others in their own conversations, Steve and Dustin still arguing.

“Oh yeah, that’s the one.” He smirks, holding your hips before placing his lips on yours.

“Ahem. I know I said this is a makeout spot but uh- you don’t have to take it literally.” Steve chimes in from behind Eddie, who instantly flips him the bird.

“Don’t gotta be jealous, Stevie.” Eddie teases when your lips part, turning to face Steve with a cheeky smile.

“I’m not jealous” Steve scoffs, arms crossed against his chest.

“Alright, alright. We’ve seen Skull Rock, now can we actually get to where we came here for?” You ask, stepping around Eddie to face Steve.

With that, your group is back off into the woods. Dustin and Steve lead the pack again, still arguing about Skull Rock as you head in the direction of the lake.

Upon reaching the water, you have the whole afternoon to spare. You and Robin sit on the pier, dipping your toes in and gossiping about your lives. You listen to her ramble about her crush that she can’t do anything about, being a supportive, understanding friend. Watching Steve, Eddie, Dustin, Lucas throw around a football on the shore line. You, Robin, and Max walk along the water searching for cool looking rocks to take back home with you.

“Man, we should’ve brought our bathing suits” Steve remarks, hands on his hips as he looks out at the soft waves on the lake.

“Shit, we could still strip down to our underwear and hop in” Eddie looks at you when you scoff. “Oh come on, honey bunny. Why don’t you hop in?” He flashes a bright smile at you as you give him an amused look, arms crossed.

“Yeah right, that water is freezing. I’d like to see you do it first.”

“I’m sure you would” he replies smugly with a wink, earning a light-hearted eye roll.

“Should’ve brought some fishing rods too.” Lucas adds.

“Shit, I don’t think I’ve ever been fishing before.” 

“Well hell, kid. You don’t need fishing rods to catch a fish.”

You all watch in curiosity as Eddie grabs a sturdy, fallen stick and whips out his pocket knife, sharpening one end of the stick until it’s sharp and pointy.

“A spear… you’re going to catch fish with a spear?” Dustin questions with zero faith in his dungeon master.

“Worked for the cavemen” Eddie shrugs, taking off his shoes and socks, rolling up his jeans before he begins wading off into the water.

It’s dead quiet as you all watch him, intently staring down at the water with spear in hand, ready to strike in a split second. When he does, none of you expect the fish that he pulls out of the water at the end of it. He looks back to you all with a self-satisfied smirk.

“Looks like we’re having fish for dinner, sweet cheeks.”

“Oh, there’s no way in hell.” Steve quips in disbelief, rising to his feet.

“You’ve gotta teach me how to do that!” Dustin mutters in bewilderment. 

Soon, Eddie’s fashioned spears for all of you. Knee deep in the lake searching for fish to catch. Light laughter and mutterings of profanities floating across the water.

While half of you aren’t lucky enough to imitate Eddie’s catch, Steve and Max end up catching fish of their own.

You spend the last hour of sunlight making a small fire to cook the three fish you caught, half of you watching in disgust, the other half watching in interest as Eddie cleans them.

“I didn’t take you for a fisherman, Eddie” Robin comments in surprise, watching his effortless movements.

“Well, my Dad and Wayne have done their fair share of fishing trips, some of which I was dragged along to.”

You sit in a circle around the dying fire, eating your fish and watching as the sunset paints a cascade of colors in the sky, reflecting along the water.

When darkness falls around you, the group makes the trek back through the wooded trails with flashlights in hand, laughing as Eddie tries to spook the younger kids, making up ghost stories about the surrounding woods.

A quiet sigh of relief falls among the group as Eddie’s van and Steve’s BMW finally come into view.

“So, you guys excited for your trip to Indy tomorrow?” Steve asks, fishing the keys out of his pockets.

“Wait, you guys are going up to Indy?” Dustin nearly stops in his tracks.

“Yeah, bright and early. I’ve got a college visit up at Indiana University.”

“Mhmm, we’re gonna do some exploring, go to some record shops, make a whole day of it.” Eddie shares as he stands behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you against him, chin resting on your shoulder.

“Shit, can I come too? Heard there’s this really cool, big comic book store up there!”

“I don’t know, Dusty. I don’t think your mom would be crazy about the idea.” You say regretfully, face twisting in uncertainty.

“Are you kidding, my mom loves you!”

“Yeah, she hasn’t seen Eddie’s driving though.”

“Excuse me, we always get where we’re going in one piece.”

You laugh, playfully nudging him with your elbow when his fingers tickle your sides before you bring your attention back to Dustin.

“Ugh. I don’t know, maybe next time okay?”

His head hangs with a small nod.

“Okay…”

“Oh god. Don’t guilt trip me, Henderson!” You plead, feeling the regret already seeping in.

“No no, it’s okay.” He sighs. “Guess I’ll just spend my day at Family Video harassing Steve.”

“Ha yeah, we’ll see how well that works out for you.” Steve scoffs.

You part from your friends with a hug and wishes for a safe trip for the two of you before climbing into the van with Max in tow to head home to the trailer park.

Another night falling asleep in Eddie’s arms, filled with excitement for a full day of adventure planned for just the two of you.

Saturday, March 29th, 1986

The ringing of Eddie’s alarm clock comes far too soon, waking you both from your peaceful slumber with groans and yawns. 

“Just 5 more minutes..” Eddie mumbles as he buries his face in your neck. You giggle, running your fingers through his hair.

“5 more minutes turns into us being late, love.” 

As you part from his grasp to look for your change of clothes, he releases a pitiful ‘Hmph’ before joining you to scuffle around his room, looking for any decent clean clothes he has.

Shortly after as the sun rises in the morning sky, you load into Eddie’s van to begin the hour and a half drive up to Indianapolis. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, blasting the radio, and singing along to Keep on Loving You by REO Speedwagon as you pull onto the main highway. 

Once you’ve gone a fair distance, your head rolls against the headrest to look at Eddie.

“I’m gonna need some caffeine soon, babe.”

As soon as his head turns to meet yours he releases a big yawn, shaking his head with a laugh.

“Shit, me too.” His eyes search for exit signs on the side of the highway. “There’s a McDonald’s at the next exit, we can get some breakfast?”

As his head turns to look at you, he catches movement in the back of the van in his peripheral.

“Oooh some hash browns sound good!” Dustin’s head pops up between you from his previous position laying in the back of the van.

Both of you nearly jump out of your seat, screaming at the unexpected third voice joining you in the van. 

“Jesus H. Christ!” Eddie yells, white knuckling the steering wheel as he jerks the van back into the lane, beginning to veer off toward the ditch on the side of the road from the distraction.

“What the fuck, Henderson?!” you exclaim, looking back at him in disbelief as he only meets you with a wide, toothy grin.

“What? I decided to take matters into my own hands! Have you ever known me to take ‘no’ for an answer, hmm?”

“Yeah and you almost just got us killed!” Eddie argues, taking deep inhales through his nostrils to calm himself.

“Well, maybe you should’ve been paying better attention to the road rather than ogling your girlfriend.” Dustin retorts with his signature cocky tone.

You see Eddie bite his lower lip, taking everything in him to not flip out. Your hand reaches to squeeze his thigh, letting him focus on the road before turning back to Dustin.

“How did you even get in here?”

“Well, someone leaves his van unlocked at night. I biked over at the crack of dawn, hid my bike behind the trailer and climbed in through the back.”

Eddie’s eyes meet yours, shaking your heads in disbelief. You can’t help but laugh.

“And Steve says he’s always the babysitter…” You mutter with a sigh, looking out the window as Eddie takes an exit ramp.

“Hey, I’m not a child!”

“No, but you are a minor that I am now responsible for watching over in a big city!”

“Okay, look. I promise, I will be on my best behavior. I’ll be right by your side the whole time!”

“Oh, I feel so much better now!” Eddie announces sarcastically. You smirk at him before rubbing a hand over your face exasperatedly.

“So… about those hash browns”

Your moods eventually lighten with the greasy fast food breakfast, caffeine, and the dwindling miles separating you from your destination.

Eddie’s fingers stay firmly entwined with yours throughout the campus tour, walking the pathways and exploring the buildings. A mere mile from the heart of the city, its tallest buildings are visible from nearly any spot at the college.

You’re not sure if it’s merely the effect of having Eddie and Dustin with you as you explore one of your prospective colleges or your faint familiarity with the city you’ve visited on occasion, but you find yourself at total ease. Effortlessly imagining yourself attending there, walking down the street to explore shops after classes, making the manageable drive back to Hawkins on weekends to visit your loved ones. 

You don’t want to be rash and get your hopes up considering you haven’t gotten any acceptances yet, but it feels good here.

As promised, after your tour is done and the campus efficiently explored, the 3 of you make a day out of exploring the rest of Indianapolis. 

Stopping at a cute little coffee and bakery shop, eying the multitude of fashion stores that line the streets. Finally finding the comic book store Dustin had mentioned, far bigger than you ever imagined and spending over an hour inside browsing the comics and action figures. You’d even found new figurines and dice for DnD that Eddie quickly scooped up, excited for another little project of painting the new figurines for the next Hellfire campaigns.

Then, to the part you and Eddie were looking forward to the most, visiting the biggest music store in Indianapolis that just so happened to have a Guitar Center right next door. Perusing the aisles of vinyl records and cassette tapes, snatching up Ozzy Osbourne’s new The Ultimate Sin album as soon as you see it, after weeks of waiting for it to arrive at Hawkins’ stores. You and Eddie even found merch for Metallica’s new Master of Puppets album, both eagerly grabbing a new t-shirt. Dustin finding yet another Weird Al shirt to add to his collection.

Next, you marvel at the shiny, brand new guitars lining the walls of Guitar Center. Setting your sights and hearts on the next ones to be added to your collection. You and Dustin watch as Eddie tests one out, smiling widely and headbanging along as he plays Master of Puppets, a song you’ve witnessed him spend the last few weeks trying to perfect. 

Though you end up leaving the guitar store empty handed, both you and Eddie leave with the image of your next guitar seared into your minds, the next thing you save up your money for.

With sore feet, all your objectives crossed off and the sun setting, the three of you climb back into Eddie’s van to head home. As soon as the van merges back on the highway, you slide your new Ozzy tape into Eddie’s radio, providing the soundtrack to your drive home. You all nod along and headbang to each passing song.

The last song, A Shot in the Dark begins to play and immediately pulls you in.

But a shot in the dark

One step away from you

Just a shot in the dark

Always creeping up on you, alright

The words of the chorus linger in your mind as Ozzy’s voice carries into the next verse. You know it doesn’t reflect the real meaning of the lyrics by the musicians, but as you mull them over you can’t help but think about your relationship with Eddie. What it took to get to where you are now, the time and feelings, the risk.

The risk it took for Eddie to pick you up and take you to the lake that night, hoping he’d get you to open up to him. The risk it took for you to finally lay it all out, your feelings and love for him. Neither of you knowing where it would go, if the risk would be worth it. It was a shot in the dark.

One step away from you. That’s how it truly felt before that night. 

You and Eddie had always been so close, but your hidden feelings were lodged right in the middle. A dark, looming bubble of words and feelings left unsaid wedged between you, keeping you apart. 

One step away.

A bubble that needed to be burst, popped to get to where you are now.

Your eyes trail from the road to your boyfriend next to you, nodding along the music.

The happiest, and closest you’ve ever been.

That whole time, one step was all it was keeping you from what you both always wanted. 

One step, a shot in the dark you’re so glad you both took that night.

When the chorus comes back around, you sing along as your hand reaches out for his. He turns to you with that loving smile, fingers wrapping around yours and resting on the middle console between you.

[pascalispretty]

Come Take It Out On Me

Javier Peña x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2034

Warnings: enemies to lovers, snark, bondage, softly dominant Javi, oral sex (f receiving) (Javier Peña eats pussy like a champ), teasing

Summary: You and Javier may not know how to talk, but you certainly know how to fuck. (ao3)

Notes: Written for the lovely @survivingandenduring for the Space Sister's Valentines! The first fic I ever wrote on here was Javier Peña and enemies to lovers, and your prompt was such an inspiration to revisit that whole vibe. Also the song 'Good in Bed' by Dua Lipa was a major inspo. I hope you enjoy! (also unbeta'd because I cracked a bone in my foot, pls be gentle).

It’s late when you get back to your apartment. You had taken yourself out for a drink after work, dressing up in a tight black dress and a swipe of red lipstick. But the admiring looks and offers to buy you another drink irritated you more than they flattered you. Instead, you had made your way over to a payphone and punched in an all-too familiar number.

“Hey, Peña. You wanna come over and fuck?”

Not particularly subtle, but it got the message across.

Back home, you pour yourself a drink and settle in to wait. Your heels are pinching your toes, so you kick them off. You’re vaguely aware of the room becoming warmer, the heat clicking on as the temperature drops.

You’re topping up your wine when there’s a loud knock at the door. You nearly roll your eyes when you open it. Javier Peña has his arm braced against the doorframe, leaning into it like he’s posing for an advertisement for the tight Levi jeans he’s wearing.

“Hello, Javier. I was starting to wonder if you’d forgotten about me,” you tell him, lifting your wineglass to your lips. He takes it out of your hand in a smooth gesture, draining it and shoving it back into your hand as he walks into your apartment.

“I wish,” he mutters, pausing to light a cigarette and helping himself to a glass of scotch from your bar. “I was late at the embassy; a knot needed untangling that had ‘CIA’ written all over it. The Castaño brothers seem to think you’ll hand them the whole country.” You top up your wine, smirking at him over the rim of the glass.

“You have a very misguided perception of what we do, Agent Peña. It’s not all toppling governments and hobnobbing with dictators.” Sitting on the armchair across from him, you tip your glass in a mock toast.

He sits with his legs spread apart, the tight jeans hiding absolutely nothing as he watches you. The silver-blue haze of his cigarette smoke hangs in the air between you, giving his features a strangely soft edge.

“Well, if anyone could find common ground with a dictator it would be you.”

“And yet, you’re here. What does that say about you?” You ask, raising an eyebrow at him. It almost always starts this way. The two of you can’t seem to help needling at one another, determined not to let a jab go unanswered. He’s too holier-than-thou for your liking sometimes, pretending that the DEA’s hands are so much cleaner than that of the CIA.

Unfortunately, somewhere along the way, the two of you discovered that all that tension somehow translated into pretty phenomenal sex.

“It says that payday is at the end of the month, and I can’t afford my usual.” Peña says, his mouth curving into a smirk. “Besides, you buy the good stuff.” He drinks more of his drink, pulling the ashtray closer with his free hand. You appreciate that even though he doesn’t particularly like you, he draws the line at ruining your rug.

“What can I say, I appreciate quality.” You say nonchalantly. “Which is why you’re here right now, and not some random stranger who couldn’t find a clitoris with a map.”

“We all have our talents. Are you going to sit over there all night? Even I might have trouble finding it from that far away.” He says it casually, but you know him well enough by now to pick up on the undercurrent of need in his voice.  He’s not alone. That annoyingly familiar need had been making itself known in the pit of your stomach all night, that insistent itch that only Agent Javier Peña could really scratch.

You uncurl from the armchair, setting your wine down on the table. Javier looks up at you with those beautiful dark eyes as you settle into his lap. The seams of your dress strain to accommodate his body between your thighs, and you swear you hear a few stitches popping.

Up close, you can breathe the scent of him in. The leather of his jacket and the tobacco of his cigarettes mixes with something heady and masculine and him. You have no other word for it. You imagine that it would sell like crazy if somebody managed to bottle it as a cologne.

“Is this better?” You ask softly, looping your arms around his neck. He nods, eyes trailing down your body, lingering on the neckline of your dress.

“The view has improved.” He leans closer, pressing a soft kiss to the curve of your breast where your dress leaves it exposed. His moustache prickles the sensitive skin, his lips quick to soothe the scratch.

Your fingers slide into his thick hair. He’s still holding his glass and his still-lit cigarette, so after a moment he pulls away.

“I’d rather not light your rug on fire,” he says, leaning around you to flick the butt of his cigarette into the ashtray. With his now-free hand, he cups one of your breasts, squeezing gently. “You should wear dresses like this more often.”

“I’m sure that’d go down really well at work,” you tease, sucking in your breath as he hooks his index finger into the neckline, tugging it down further. The lace of your bra peeks out, the red vivid against the black of your dress.

Peña ducks his head again, trailing more kisses across the newly-exposed skin. Every brush of his lips is only making you wetter, even if he’s not doing much to encourage it. Bastard.

Though it’s not wholly unfair. You can feel him starting to harden underneath you, and you can’t help rocking your hips against him in encouragement. He nips at the curve of your breast, before leaning back.

“Take your dress off.” He gives you a little nudge with his hand, as if he wants you off his lap.

“So bossy, Peña,” you sigh, letting your nails scratch his scalp. You feel the shudder that runs through him, but he’s persistent.

“You like it when I’m bossy. Get up, and take your dress off.” He’s right. He might not know how you like your coffee or when your birthday is. But if there’s one thing Javier Peña knows, it’s what you like in bed.

You slide off his lap reluctantly, standing in the small space between the couch and the coffee table. While he finishes the dregs of his drink, Javier runs his eyes over you. There’s something so hungry in that look, like he’s deciding where to begin with a delicious feast.

The dress zips in the back, and you have to twist awkwardly to catch at the tab. With another man, it might make you feel self-conscious. But with Javier, all you can see is the want in him. The fabric loosens around your shoulders as you undo the zip, and you shrug the dress off in one fluid motion.

Peña casts an appreciative eye over your lingerie, leaning forward in his seat. When he reaches to set his glass down on the coffee table, he shifts so close that his hair nearly tickles your abdomen. A soft, disappointed sound escapes you when he doesn’t touch you, when he doesn’t take the opportunity to haul you back into his lap. Instead he just looks up at you, a hint of a smile on his lips.

“Gorgeous,” Javier murmurs, almost to himself. With one last lingering sweep down your body, he stands up. There’s barely an inch between you, your calves bumping against the edge of the coffee table as you shift back to accommodate him.

“Take me to bed?” You ask. Peña doesn’t say anything for a moment. One of his large hands comes up to cradle your jaw with a gentleness that never fails to surprise you. His fingers are warm on your skin, and you find yourself melting into his touch once more.

“Bed,” he agrees, his thumb gently sweeping over your lower lip before his hand drops back to his side. You lead him towards your bedroom, even though he knows the way by now. He’s been here more times than you can count.

At the threshold of your bedroom, Javier loops his arms around your waist. Your back moulds against his chest, his nose brushing your temple as he leans to whisper in your ear.

“Do you want the belt tonight?” He murmurs, and you nearly melt into a puddle at his feet. The belt is something Javier indulges you in occasionally. He’d drawn a hard line at bringing his handcuffs into the bedroom. The two of you had compromised with softer things; a silk scarf, his ties, a pair of stockings. And, of course, his belt.

“Yes please.” Your eyelashes flutter closed as Javier presses soft kisses down the line of your neck, humming contentedly against the skin. His clever fingers have your bra undone before you realise he’s moved his hands, and you let him slip it off you without complaint.

One of his hands moves to your waist, encouraging you to turn around. Every brush of his fingertips sends more warmth pooling in your core, the gentle brushes of his skin against yours making you shudder. Without him having to ask, you offer him your wrists.

Peña takes his belt off with one hand, a move that you’re almost certain he’s practised. It’s so attractive that you don’t even tease him about it. Instead, you find yourself taking a shaky breath as he loops the soft leather carefully around your wrists.

You could slip out with ease if you wanted to – it’s part of the reason Javier agreed to the belt as a compromise when you’d asked him to tie you up. You’re at a loss to explain why the buttery leather around your wrists makes you feel so good. Satisfied that it’s not too tight around your wrists, Javier gives you a small, but unmistakable, smile.

With a gentle push of his hand on your waist, Javier encourages you backwards until you’re lying on the bed, your arms stretched above your head.

“Que bonita,” he murmurs, settling himself between your legs. He’s still fully clothed, aside from his belt, and it makes you feel more exposed by comparison. One of his warm palms slides up your leg, squeezing the inside of your thigh before coming to rest agonisingly close to your core.

“Fuck, you’re so wet.” One of his fingers brushes against your core, making you jump. “You’ve soaked your pretty panties.” The edge in his voice makes you whimper, your legs falling further apart for him. He slides your underwear off with ease, and before you can catch your breath, the warm heat of his mouth envelops your clit.

It’s nearly painful, how good it feels. His full lips wrap carefully around the bud of nerves, applying just enough pressure to make you wail. Your head is spinning with the pleasure of it, your world shrinking down to your body and Javier’s mouth. You clutch at the pillows above your head, moaning with abandon. Fuck your neighbours. If they knew Javier Peña, they’d understand.

He lets go of your clit and nuzzles against your slick folds, his tongue lapping hungrily at your flesh. The noises he’s making are obscene, muffled groans mixing in with the wet sounds of his mouth.

Then, as abruptly as he’d started eating you out, he stops. The loss of his mouth is devastating, and you’re about to wail at the unfairness when his hand slides up your body. His warm palm forms a loose necklace about your throat as he looks down at you, his chin wet with your slick.

“If I let you come while I eat your pussy, do you promise to let me make you come on my cock too?” He asks. He’s entirely serious; you’ve never met anyone who takes pleasure quite so seriously.

“God, yes. Knew I did the right thing by calling you,” you tell him, practically slurring your words. He gives you that smile again, a gleam in his eye as he trails kisses down your body.

“You can always call me, baby.”

[dianawinchester03]

Season 1, Episode 11 - Scarecrow

Series Masterlist

Third Person POV

The trio are currently in a motel, luckily enough they got a room with three beds. Sam is woken up to Dean's phone ringing. "Dean" He groans. Y/N's eyes flutter open, also woken up from Deans phone. "You're phone's ringing!" Y/N groans, burying her head in her pillow.

She grabs her extra one and chucks it at Dean, it hits him in the head but only makes him stir in his sleep. Sam reaches across onto the nightstand and grabs it, flipping it open to answer it. "Hello?" He answers groggily. "Sam. Is that you?" John's voice echos through the phone.

Sam shoots up from him bed, all sleep washed off of him. "Dad?" He whispers, Y/N hears this and shoots her from her bed. "Are you hurt?" He asks him and Y/N rushes over to his bed. "I'm fine" John tells him. "Ask him if my dad is okay" She whispers, her heart beating out of her chest in concern. Sam nods, obliging.

"And F/N?" Sam asks and John chuckles lightly, looking over at F/N who's leaning against one of his cars, smoking a cigarette outside of the payphone that John is at. "Tell Y/N he's okay" John tells Sam. Sam gives Y/N a thumbs up and she lets out a breath of relief. "We've been looking for you guys everywhere. We didn't know where you were, if you're okay" Sam says worried.

Y/N looks over at Dean who seems to still be asleep. "Sammy, I'm alright. What about you, Dean and Y/N?" John assures him. "We're fine, Dad. Where are you guys?" Sam asks him and Dean stirs in his sleep. Hearing Sam say 'Dad' draws Dean's attention to the conversation. "Sorry, kiddo. I can't tell you that" John says apologetically.

"What? Why not?" Sam asks confused. "Is that Dad?" Dean asks from his bed, stunned. "Look, I know this is hard for you to understand. You just-...you're gonna have to trust me on this" John tells Sam and realization dawns on him. "You're after it, aren't you? The thing that killed mom and Mrs. L/N" Sam asks, his tone low.

"Yeah, it's a demon, Sam" John confirms, telling him. "A demon? You know for sure?" Sam asks, his breathing growing heavier. "A demon? What's he saying?" Y/N nudges him. "I do. Listen, Sammy, I, uh..." John stutters. "I also know what happened to your girlfriend. F/N told me. I'm so sorry" John's tone is filled with sympathy.

Dean quickly puts on a T-shirt. "I would've done anything to protect you from that" John says, his eyes filling with tears. Sam feels a pain in his chest at the mention of Jessica. He clears his throat. "You know where it is?" He asks. "Yeah, I think we're finally closing in on him" John confirms.

"Let us help" Sam says. "You can't. You can't be any part of it" John shakes his head. "Why not?" Sam asks. "Give me the phone" Dean urges Sam to give him the phone. "Listen, Sammy. That's why I'm calling." John sighs. "You, your brother and Y/N, you gotta stop looking for us. Alright? Now I need you to write these names down." John tells him.

"Names? What names, Dad. Wh- Talk to me. Tell me what's going on" Sam pleads. "Look, we don't have time for this. This is bigger than you think. They're everywhere. Even us talking right now, it's not safe" John snaps. "No, alright! No way" Sam snaps back, shaking his head.

"Give me the phone!" Dean exclaims, putting his hand out for Sam to give him the phone. "I've given you an order. Now you stop following us and do your job. You understand me? Now take down these names" John bellows, his tone filled with authority. Sam's jaw clenches in anger and Dean snatches the phone from him.

"Dad, it's me. Where are you?" Dean ask worried. Suddenly his demeanor changes into a serious one. "Yes, sir" He says, gulping. "Uh...yeah, I got a pen. What are the names?" Dean listens, writing down some names. After he does that, Y/N snatches the phone from him.

"Hello? John? Where's my dad?" She asks, her tone shaky. "Hey sweetheart. He's right here, but hear me out okay?" He says gently and she nods firmly. Her heart dropping. "Yes, sir" She says quietly. "You kids need to stop looking for us" He says. "What? No!" She barks and he sighs.

John taps on the phone booth to catch F/N's attention, indicating that Y/N wants to talk to him. She hears a bit of movement and then, "Y/N/N? Is that you, baby?" She hears her dads voice. "Dad" Y/N breathes out relieved, getting up from Sam's bed. "Please, tell us where you are" She pleads with him. "I can't do that. You need to listen to me okay" He says.

"Why?! We've been worried sick for months and now you're calling us to tell us don't look for you, that's not fair!" She argues and he sighs deeply. "I've given you an order. Now follow it." He barks at her, his tone filled with authority before hanging up, the call goes dead.

"Dad??.....Daddy??" She calls out but he had already hung up. "MOTHERFUCKER!" Y/N growls in anger, tossing Sam's phone on his bed. Sam's just as angry as she is right now, but he's holding it in better than her, meanwhile Dean looks over at Y/N with a bit of pity.

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"Alright, so the names that dad gave us. They're all couples?" Sam asks Dean who is sitting shotgun while Sam's driving. Y/N is following closely behind on her bike. "There different couples, all went missing" Dean confirms, nodding. "And they're all from different towns? Different states?" Sam asks.

"That's right, yeah. Washington, New York, Colorado. Each couple took a road trip cross country. None of them arrived at their destination or were ever heard from again" Dean lists off the states, explaining the reports. "It's a big country, Dean. They could've disappeared anywhere" Sam tells him.

"Yeah. Could've" He exaggerates. "But each one's route took them through the same part of Indiana. Always on the second week of April, one year after another, after another" He tells him. "This is the second week of April" Sam points out. "Yep" Dean says.

"So dad and Mr. L/N are sending us to Indiana, to go hunting for something before another couple vanishes?" Sam cocks his eyebrow. "Yahtzee" Dean responds. "Could you imagine putting together a pattern like this? The different obits they had to go through. They're masters" Dean says impressed and Sam rolls his eyes in annoyance.

Y/N's POV

Honestly I'm still pissed at the fact that they've run away to look for the thing that killed our moms without telling us. Finding out its apparently a demon and now they're sending us on a hunt. It's stupid! I guess karma is a bitch because I kinda did the same thing to my dad when I left but that doesn't make up for the fact that they're purposely avoiding.

Suddenly the boys pull over and I'm a bit confused by this but I pull over behind them. Taking my helmet off, I jump off of Quinn. I walk over to baby and knock on the drivers window. "What's going on?" I ask concerned as Sam rolls it down. He unlocked the backseat door and I jump in to see Sam with a serious look on his face and Dean a bit confused.

"We're not going to Indiana" Sam says dryly. "We're not?" Dean asks confused. "No, we're going to California. Dad called from a payphone. With a Sacramento area code" Sam says and I sigh. "Sam" Dean says warningly. "Dean, if this demon killed our moms and Jess. And our dads are closing in, we gotta be there. We gotta help" Sam tries to reason.

"They don't want our help" Dean retorts. "Well, I don't care" Sam argues. "He's given us an order. So has F/N" Dean presses. "I.Don't.Care" Sam says again, a bit more angrier and I sigh again. Oh boy, this isn't gonna end pretty. Dean looks at Sam not really surprised by his behavior.

"We don't always have to do what they say" Sam retorts. "Sam, they're asking us to work jobs. To save lives, it's important" Dean argues and Sam nods. "Alright I understand. Believe me, I understand. But I'm talking one week here, man. To get answers. To get revenge." Sam tries to reason and Dean sighs.

"Alright, look. I know how you feel-" Dean starts and Sam cuts him off. "Do you?" He snaps and Deans eyes widen, stunned by this. Sam chuckles dryly and humorously, "How old were you when mom died? Four? Jess died six months ago. How the hell would you know how I feel!" Sam asks grimly and Deans face drops. Oh, that's cold.

I grimace, trying to hold back my expression. "Come on, Sam. Don't be like that" I plead and he snaps his head at me. "Before you start on my case. Let's just do the job and we'll go back to looking for them. I agree with you 100% but it's not worth the headache" I try to make peace and he rolls his eyes.

"Dad said it wasn't safe, for any of us. They obviously know something that we don't! So if dad says to stay away, we stay away!" Dean argues and Sam shakes his head. "I don't understand the blind faith you have in them. I mean, it's like you don't even question them!" Sam yells frustrated. "Yeah, it's called being a good son!" Dean yells back angrily.

"Oh lord in heaven." I mutter to myself, he did not just say that. I facepalm at this and Sam like he's had enough. He opens the drivers door angrily while glaring at Dean and gets out of the Impala. "Nice going, hotshot" I growl at him in disappointment before getting out to see Sam at the trunk, taking out his bag. "Where're you going?" I ask him calmly.

"As far away as I can get from him" He says angrily and I cross my hands over my chest sighing. Dean gets out after and starts again, "You're a selfish bastard, you know that?" He says walking to the trunk. "You just do whatever you want, don't care what anybody thinks" Dean growls, getting up in Sams face.

"That's what you really think?" Sam asks ironically. "Yes it is" Dean retorts. I get in-between them and press the palms of my hands to both of their chests. "Okay, I am not having a repeat of summer 2000 when you broke Dean's arm and you broke Sam's nose. So can you please just back up and hash this out like adults!" I yell, lightly pushing the two of them apart.

"Well, then this selfish bastard is going to California" Sam huffs, closing the trunk and starts walking off. "Come on, you're not serious" Dean says. "I am serious" Sam says still walking. "It's the middle of the night, Sam!" I call out for him, running after him. "Hey, I'm taking off with Y/N. We will leave your ass, you hear me?!" Dean yells and Sam turns around looking at him.

"That's what I want you to do!" Sam retorts and Dean looks at him stunned. "Goodbye Sam. You coming, Y/N?" He says angrily. "Give me a second" I say calmly. "We've gotta g- " He yells but I cut him off. "I said, give me a second!" I growl and he sighs, going to the drivers seat, giving Sam one last look before jumping in.

I turn to Sam, "Please" I plead and he shakes his head. "You're not changing my mind, Y/N" He says and I sigh, knowing he's made up his mind. "Okay, at least take my bike" I go to hand him my keys and he shakes his head. He takes my hand and closes the keys in the palm of my hand. "I'll be fine, okay?" He assures me.

"You can't hitchhike, it'll be safer if you take Quinn" I try to reason with him. "You and I both know, I am scared shitless riding her with you, much less by myself" He chuckles a bit and so do I. I sigh, nodding. "Be safe, Sammy. I love you." I give him a tight hug which he returns, wrapping his arms around my shoulders.

"I will, y/n/n. I love you too. Take care of my stubborn brother, okay?" He says to me as we pull away, ruffling my hair like he always does. "I always will" I assure him. I throw my leg over my bike, straddling her and flickering my headlights twice.

Indicating to Dean that I ready. He starts his engine and I give Sam one last smile and nod, which he returns before snapping my helmet on. Dean drives off and I follow behind him.

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Burkitsville, Indiana

Dean and I finally make it to Indiana, he pulls over and I park behind him. I take my helmet off and turn off my engine, walking over to the drivers seat, I bend down to see him with his phone in his hand, his finger hovering over Sam's contact. I knock on his window and he rolls it down.

"You should call him" I say gently and he shakes his head and rolls back up him window, taking off his ignition and getting out. "Don't be stubborn, Dean" I press and he rolls his eyes. "I'm not stubborn. He made his choice" He says firmly and goes to walk off. "If you're gonna hardheaded about it, fine. Just at least admit you're worried. Because I am. We left him in the middle of nowhere!" I lecture and he turns back to me.

"Well maybe you should've gone with him!" He shouts back after turning to me and I chuckle dryly. "And leave your ass to stew? Come on, charming. I would've never left you like that" I say calmly and he sighs. "I'm sorry, princess. I shouldn't have yelled" He apologizes dropping his head and I wave it off.

"I'm not the one who's needs to hear that. But apology accepted" I say, patting his shoulder. I nod my head in the direction to the diner across the street saying "Scotty's Cafe" with a small smile, "How bout I buy you a piece of piece, huh?" I say cheekily and he gives me a small smile back. "I'd like that" He says softly and we walk up the porch.

We approach an older man who's sitting on the porch in one of the chairs alined infront and Dean flashes him a grin. "Let me guess, Scotty" He says and the man doesn't return the smile. He looks at the sign and back to us, "Yep" He responds dryly. "Hi, my name's John Bonham" Dean introduces himself using one of his aliases.

"Isn't that the drummer for Led Zeppelin?" Scotty recognizes the name and I chuckle a bit. Dean is taken back by this but quickly recovers, "Wow, good. A classic rock fan" He says a bit smugly, chuckling awkwardly. "What can I do for you and your girlfriend here, John?" Scotty asks us.

Dean clears his throat, pulling out the missing persons fliers from his jacket pocket. "Was wondering if, uh, you've seen these people, by chance" He asks, handing Scotty the flier. He has a look of recognition in his eyes but shakes his head. "Nope. Who are they?" He says plainly and I cock my eyebrow at this.

"Friend of ours, sir. They went missing about a year ago. They passed through somewhere around here and we've already asked around Scottsburg and Salem." I say feigning sadness, bowing my head and forcing tears to my eyes. Dean plays into my act and wraps his arm around my waist comfortingly.

"Don't worry baby, I'm sure this kind man would say if he saw them" He says soothingly, playing along as my heart skips a beat and he looks Scotty hopefully. "Sorry" Scotty says plainly, handing him back the fliers. "We don't get many strangers around here" He adds. Dean nods with fake smile.

"Scotty, you got a smile that lights up a room. Anybody ever tell you that?" Dean says wittily to Scotty who hasn't smiled yet. I hold back a snicker, keeping my sad act up. Scotty looks at him with a straight face and he chuckles. "Never mind. See you around" Dean says and we walk off.

"Raincheck on that pie?" Dean says, letting go of my waist. "Who are you? And what have you done to my fatass friend?" I gasp dramatically in mock shock and he rolls his eyes, flipping me off making me laugh.

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"You sure they didn't stop for gas or something?" Dean asks Stacy and Harley, an elder couple, but Stacy shakes her head. "Nope, don't remember them. You say they were friends of yours" Harley asks us, handing Dean back the missing persons fliers.

"That's right, sir" I respond. "Did the guy have a tattoo?" Emily, their niece, asks us as she's walking with a couple of boxes and resting it down on the counter, handing it to Stacy. "Yes, he did" Dean replies and Emily takes the fliers from him, scanning over it. "You remember? They were just married" She says to Harley.

Harley lightly gasps in recognition, which honestly seemed a bit overdramatic, "You're right they did stop for gas. Weren't here more than 10 minutes" He says. "Do you remember anything else?" Dean asks him. "Told them how to get to the interstate, they left town" Harley tells us.

"Could you point us in that same direction?" I ask him kindly. "Sure" He says and we both thank him after he gives us the directions before leaving. "Something seem off about them to you?" I ask Dean as we walk back to our vehicles. He turns to me, "This isn't one of your ESP thing, is it?" He chuckles a bit and I scoff annoyed.

"Forget it" I roll my eyes, walking back to my bike that's parks behind his. "Oh come on, princess. I was kidding!" He laughs and I nod my head. "I know!" I say back, straddling Quinn and putting my helmet on as Dean jumps in Baby and starts her ignition and we're off.

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Third Person POV

While driving over to where Harley directed them, Deans EMF meter starts going off in the back seat. "What the hell" He grumbles, reaching behind to grab it in his duffle. He honks his horn twice, indicting for Y/N to pull over. Y/N hears the honk and pulls over behind him.

She gets off of her bike and walks to the side of the Impala on the drivers side. "What's wr-" She goes to ask him but her sentence is cut short when she sees Dean with his EMF meter in his hand that's going off like crazy. They share a look before Dean gets out of his car and they walk into the Apple orchard they parked beside.

Y/N could feel a heaviness in the orchard as they walk around. Feeling like how that damn emf meter was going off is the best way she could put it. Y/N notices a scarecrow in the middle of the orchard, an immediate feeling of discomfort takes her over and she nudges Dean.

She points it out and they walk up to it, looking at it up and down. A nasty looking one that is, with a sickle in one hand. "Dude, you fugly" Dean snorts making Y/N chuckle. They both notice something in the scarecrows arm and share a look knowing look, "Not it!" They both exclaim.

"I'm not looking at that THING" Y/N exaggerates. "Neither am I!" Dean retorts. "Awww, are you scared?" She teases, knowing he'll crack. "Please, you're scared and you know it" He scoffs. Y/N puts up her fist and gives him a look, he looks at her fist knowing where she's getting at. "Really?" He narrows his eyes at her.

"Game on, Winchester" She smirks. "We're not kids, Y/N" He says in annoyance. "Bawk, bawkkk. Bawk, bawkkk!" Y/N starts imitating a chicken, flapping her arms, moving her neck and around like one, mocking Dean. "Real mature, L/N" He huffs, obliging, putting up his fist also. Y/N laughs at the fact that he's so easy to trigger. Rock, paper, scissors, SHOOT.

They play, banging this fists against their palms, Dean hitting scissors and Y/N hitting rock. She snickers and he groans. "Dude, you gotta stop going scissors" She chuckles and he rolls his eyes. "Shut up" He groans annoyed. Grabbing a nearby ladder and climbing up tolook at the scarecrow.

"Don't be a sore loser darling" She scrunches her nose at him and he couldn't help but chuckle at how cute she looked. He gets up face to face with it, pulling aside the cloth on its left hand, to see a pattern that looks familiar. "Hey, you got the missing persons fliers?" He asks her from ontop the ladder.

"Yeah. One sec" She reaches into her leather jacket and pulls it out of the pocket inside, handing it to Dean. He takes it and opens it up. Vince Parker has the exact same tattoo on his left hand as the pattern on the scarecrows left hand. "Did you see something?" Y/N asks him. "Nice tat" Dean remarks to the scarecrow.

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Dean and Y/N go back to the gas station, Dean pulls up infront of a pump and Y/N parks her bike near. Dean jumps out of Baby and Y/N walks over to the Impala. "You guys are back" Emily says. "Never left" Y/N responds with a smile. "Still looking for your friends?" She asks them curiously.

"You mind filling her up there, uh, Emily?" Dean gestures to his car, noticing her nameplate necklace. She smiles and grabs the pump, sticking the pump in the fuel tank. "So, did you grow up here?" Y/N makes small talk."Came here when I was 13. I lost my parents. A car accident. My aunt and uncle took me in" She explains a bit sad.

"They're nice people" Dean compliments. "Everybody's nice here" Emily says with a smile. "So what, it's the, uh, perfect little town?" Y/N chuckles. "Well, you know, it's the boonies but I love it" Emily says smiling. "I mean, the towns around us. People are losing their homes, their farms. But here, it's almost like we're blessed" She says and they nod.

"Hey, you been out to the orchard? Seen that- That scarecrow" Dean asks her and she cringes a bit. "Yeah, it creeps me out" She says and they chuckle. "Who's is it?" Y/N asks causally. "I don't know, it's just always been there" Emily shakes her head. "That your aunt and uncles?" Dean nods towards the red van behind them.

Emily looks back at the vehicle, "Customer. Has some car troubles" She says and the two hunters share a look. "It's not a couple, is it? A guy and a girl?" Y/N asks casually. "Mhm" Emily responds. She tells them that the couple are across at Scotty's getting food and go there immediately.

"Hiya, Scotty" Dean says plainly as he and Y/N enter, closing the door behind him. "Can I get two coffee, black and (your coffee order)" He says cheekily. He and Y/N take a seat right across from the couple, looking at them intently. Y/N notices the pie and remembers saying she'll buy a slice for Dean.

"Oh, and some of that pie too, while you're at it" She calls out to him, flashing Dean a wink who smiles back at her. They turn back to the couple who's table is filled with food, all kinds of dishes laid out. "How you doing? Just passing through" Dean makes small talk.

"Road trip" The young woman responds with a smile. Dean chuckles dryly and him and Y/N share a knowing look. "Yeah, us too actually" Y/N says. She quickly puts one of her rings on her right hand to her ring finger on her left, grabbing Dean's hand. "Just engaged, actually" Y/N shows the girl her ring and she gasps.

Dean is surprised at how quick she thought on her feet. "Oh, that must've cost him a fortune!" She smiles widely at Dean who plays along with the facade. "Only the best for my girl" Dean gives Y/N a loving gaze, a bit of heat raising to both of their cheeks. "I know how you feel, man" Her boyfriend adds, giving her a loving gaze also.

Scotty comes over and fills up both of their cups with juice, giving Dean and Y/N a quick side eye. "I'm sure these people wanna eat in peace" Scotty says a bit rudely. "Just a little friendly conversation" Y/N says with a smile. "Oh, and those coffees too, by the way, thanks" Dean adds and Y/N could tell Scotty is getting irritated.

"So, what brings you to town?" Dean asks curiously. "We just stopped for gas, and uh, the guy at the gas station saved our lives" The girl explains and her boyfriend chuckles. Dean and Y/N grow suspicious of this. "Is that right?" Y/N asks curiously. "One of our brake lines was leaking. We had no idea. He's fixing it for us." The young man explains.

"Nice people" Dean says ironically. "Yeah" The young man nods. "So how long until you're up and running?" Y/N asks. "Sundown" The man responds. Dean quirks his eyebrow at this, "Really? To fix a brake line?" He leans in closer. "Mhmm" The young man responds, clearly unaware at the actual severity.

"I mean. You know, he knows a thing or two about cars. Dean could probably have you up and running in an hour" Y/N gestures to Dean who nods. "Wouldn't charge ya" He adds and the couple grows a bit uncomfortable. "You know, thanks a lot, but I think we'd rather have a mechanic do it" The girl says politely.

Dean and Y/N nods understanding at thi. "Sure, yeah" Dean smiles. "You know, it's just that these roads, um, they're not real safe at night" Y/N tries to reason. "Im sorry?" The girl asks confused. "I know it sounds strange, but, uh, you might be in danger" Dean adds and Y/N internally facepalms at this, rolling her eyes

The young man turns around, now irritated, "We're trying to eat, okay?" He says calmly. "Yeah" Dean says awkwardly and Y/N kicks him in his shin under the table. "Ow!" He grits his teeth, muttering in pain lowly, so they don't hear. "Real smooth, cowboy" She mutters at him, giving him a small glare.

"You know, my brother could give you this puppy dog look and...you'd just buy right into it" Dean says with a sad smile on his face. Y/N felt a twinge of pity in her chest, knowing that Dean misses his little brother but is too stubborn to put it into words. She puts her hand on his comfortingly, rubbing the back of his hand with her thumb and gives him a small smile.

Which he returns, she nods at him reassuringly and the cafe door opens. "Thanks for coming, sheriff", Scotty says nicely to the man coming in. The two hunters shift in their seats, breaking their heated gaze. They see Scotty go over to the sheriff and whisper something to him, causing them to roll their eyes.

Knowing what's coming, the sheriff approaches them. "I'd like a word, please" He says roughly. "Come on, We're having a bad day already" Dean groans annoyed. The sheriff leans down onto the table, "You don't want to make it worse" He says in a low threatening manner. "Yes sir" Y/N says firmly, feigning a smile on her face.

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The police escorts Dean and Y/N out of Burkitsville right at the town border. Dean in his car and Y/N on her bike. As they pass the border, the police car makes a U turn and heads back into town. They stop off at a motel not too far from the border.

"So, we're going back aren't we?" Y/N asks, jumping into Baby that's parked in the parking lot. "You know it" Dean smirks at her. "Dean, we could get in a lot of trouble" Y/N says warily. Dean gives her a once over before he starts mimicking her earlier. "Bawk, bawwkkkk. Bawk, bawwkkkk" He starts flapping his arms, moving his neck and body like a chicken.

Exactly how Y/N was earlier in the orchard and she rolls her eyes groaning in annoyance. "Oh come on! I knew that would come back to bite me in the ass" She groans, chuckling a bit. As Dean continues to make the chicken noises, "Okay! Okay!" She gives in slapping his shoulder lightly for him to stop.

"Quit being an ass" She laughs as he rubs his shoulder smiling at the fact that he made her laugh. "I'm only going because we're gonna be saving people, so get off that high horse" She points her finger at him warningly as he smirks. "We gotta wait till before sundown though" He says and she nods. "I figured, gotta catch up with the couple" She says firmly. They wait for sundown and head back into town.

Y/N's POV

After being practically chased out of town, Dean and I head back to the orchard hopefully to catch up with the couple. We see the red van from earlier that belonged to the couple and park right behind it. We then head on over to his trunk to grab some guns. Our heads snap in the direction of the field when we hear a piercing scream that sounds coming from the orchard.

We share a look and quickly close the trunk, cocking our guns and running in. That's when I noticed the empty ply where the scarecrow was, "Dean!" I nod my head in the direction of the empty ply. "Holy shit, this is worse than we thought" He gasps. We hear another scream and run towards the direction of it to be met up with the couple from earlier.

Guns in our hands, they stop in their tracks. "Get back to your car" I command, the young man looks back and behind him is the scarecrow, alive and walking. "Go! Go!" Dean yells and they run past us. We cock our guns, aiming them in the direction of the scarecrow that's walking towards us and fire.

It barely does anything to him and we begin running. Shooting as we run. "Go! Go!" I shout to the couple. When we reach to the Impala, Dean and I cover them, aiming our guns at the field waiting for the scarecrow to come out but he doesn't. "Wh-what the hell was that?" The young man asks fearfully.

"Don't ask" I say quickly as they try to catch their breaths, our guns still aimed at the orchard.

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The next morning after getting the couple to safety and some sleep. Dean and I are at a empty diner across from the local college. I convinced Dean to call Sam, and now we're all on the phone, the phone on speaker but not too loud for anyone to hear. "The scarecrow climbed off its cross?" Sam asks in disbelief as I sip my coke.

"Yeah, I'm telling you. Burkitsville, Indiana. Fun town" Dean says sarcastically and I snicker, choking a bit on the coke. "It didn't kill the couple, did it?" Sam asks us concerned. "Nah, we can cope without you, you know" Dean says smugly and I roll my eyes. Yeah, sure. I shake my head. "So something must be animating it" Sam says.

"A spirit?" He suggests. "No, it's more than a spirit. It's a god. A pagan god, anyway" I tell him lowly, chewing on my bacon. Me and Dean talked about the possibility before calling Sam. "What makes you say that?" Sam asks. "The annual cycle of its killings. And the fact that the victims are always a man and a woman like some kind of fertility rite" I explain and Dean nods.

"And you should see the locals man, the way they treated this couple. Fattening them up like a Christmas turkey" Dean adds and I grimace. "The last meal. Given to sacrificial victims" Sam says. "Yeah, we're thinking a ritual sacrifice to appease some pagan god" Dean replies, eating his fries.

"So a god possesses the scarecrow-" Sam starts as I cut into my pancake. "And the scarecrow takes its sacrifice. And for another year, the crops won't wilt and disease won't spread" I finish his thought, taking a bite of my pancake. "You know which god you're dealing with?" Sam asks. "Nope, not yet" Dean replies as he sips his soda.

"Well, if you guys figure out what it is, you can figure out a way to kill it" He tells us. "Yeah, we know. We're actually across from a local community college. We've got an appointment with the professor. You know, since we don't have our trusty sidekick geek but to do all the research" Dean teases and we hear Sam chuckle over the phone.

I smile at this and Sam says, "You know, if you're hinting you guys need my help, just ask" Sam say and I nudge Deans shoulder, giving him a look that says 'Apologize asshat'. He shakes his head and says, "I'm not hinting anything" This man and his damn ego. I roll my eyes and kick his shin under the table.

He mutters an "Ow!" And gives me a glare. I feign an innocent look while sipping my coke and he clears his throat. "Actually...uh...I want you to know...." He struggles to say and I shake my head, hiding my chuckle. "I mean, don't think-" He stutters and Sam cuts him in. "Yeah, I'm sorry too" Sam says softly and I smile.

"Sam, you and Y/N were right. You gotta do your own thing. You gotta live your own life" Dean admits and I'm stunned by this. I'm so proud of him. "You serious?" Sam asks, equally shocked. "You've always known what you want, and you go after it. You stand up to Dad and you always have. Same with you too Y/N, you stuck it to F/N" Dean adds, chuckling a bit and so do I.

"Hell, I wish I-" He starts but cuts himself off and I frown at this. "Anyway, I admire that about both of you" He speaks to the both of us. "I'm proud of you Sammy. And you too y/n/n" He adds flashing me a wink and I smile softly, looking down at my nearly finished plate of food as my heart skips a beat. "I don't even know what to say" Sam says stunned.

"Yeah, me too" I say equally stunned and Dean smiles at me. "Say you'll take care of yourself" Dean says to him softly. "I will" Sam replies in the same tone. "Call us when you find our dads, okay?" I tell him through the phone. "Okay, bye guys" He says sadly and Dean hangs up the phone.

"Who knew he could be such a softie, charming?" I try to lighten the mood and he rolls his eyes, chuckling. "Shut up, princess" He grumbles smiling, taking a sip of his soda. "I'm proud of you too, Dean" I tell him softly, resting my hand on his. He looks at my hand and then his eyes flicker back up to mine. A emotion that I can't quite pinpoint, swimming in his eyes.

"Thanks, Y/N" He says gratefully, almost as if no one has said that to him before. I notice that the ring I had on my hand earlier was still on my ring finger when I pretended to be engaged to him. I chuckle awkwardly. "Forgot about that" I say, putting it back on my right hand. I try to hide the heat that's rising to my chest and I notice a twinge of pink on his.

He clears his throat and I couldn't help but notice his eyes glance down at my lips quickly. My eyes dart to his also but I cover it up, taking a sip of my coke. The tension feels thick but maybe it's just on my part. "Where did you even get that anyway?" He nods towards my ring and I chuckle at the memory.

"Won it in a poker game. Guy bet more than he could pay forward and cashed in his ex's engagement ring. I meant to pawn it but I always thought it was too pretty to cash in" I explain, admiring the ring and he laughs. "You should keep it, it looks good on you" He compliments, gesturing to my hands that are filled with rings as he sips his soda.

I kinda have a ring obsession and collection. I hide the blush in my face, "I know right?" I say cockily, fanning myself with my hand dramatically and he scoffs chuckling at my smug expression. I smile and dig into my pocket to pull out a couple twenties to pay the bill, "I've got it" He tries to stop me from paying and I shake my head.

"I owed you that piece of pie, remember?" I remind him with a small smile which he returns. "You can cover me next time" I wink at him, picking up my jacket and putting it on. "You ready?" I ask him "Like Freddy" He replies and gets up, we walk to the doo he opens it for me, gesturing for me to walk out first and I gasp. "Such a gentleman" I add with a laugh. "Shut up" He retorts laughing, closing the door behind him.

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"It's not everyday I get a research question on Pagan idolatry" The professor says as we all walk down the stairs of the college and Dean chuckles. "Yeah, well, call it a hobby" He lies on spot. "But you said you were interested in local lord?" The professor asks us curiously. "Yes sir" I respond.

"I'm afraid Indiana isn't really known for its pagan worship" The professor informs us. "What if it was imported? Like the Pilgrims brought their religion over. Wasn't a lot of this area settled by immigrants?" I ask curiously. "Yeah" The professor nods his head.

"Like that town near here, Burkitsville, where are their ancestors from?" Dean asks casually. "Uh...Northern Europe, I believe. Scandinavia" The professor replies. "What could you tell us about those pagan gods?" I ask and he chuckles. "Well, there are hundreds of Norse gods and goddesses" The professor informs us

"We're actually looking for one. Might live in an orchard" Dean says. The professor leads us to his office and gets an old book leather covered he had on his bookshelf. He opened it and puts on his glasses. "A woods god. Well let's see" He says and begins flipping the pages. He then comes across one with a scarecrow on it, almost exactly like the one in Burkitsville.

Dean notices this and stops him from turning the page, "Wait wait wait. What's that one?" Dean asks him. "Oh, that's not a woods god, per se" He tells us, taking his glasses off. "The Vanir?" I read the name from the page, pointing at it, I look back up at him to make sure I'm pronouncing it correctly and he nods.

"The Vanir were Norse gods of protection and prosperity keeping the local settlements safe from harm. The villages built effigies of the Vanir in their fields. Other villages practiced human sacrifice, one male and one female" I read off of the page and I look up at Dean. "Kind of looks like a scarecrow, huh?" Dean suggests, pointing to the printing of the scarecrow on the ply.

The professor looks at us a bit weirdly and nods, "Well, I suppose" He chuckles and Dean starts to read. "This particular Vanir, it's energy sprung from a sacred tree?" Dean questions. "Well, pagans believed all sorts of things were infused with magic" The professor tells us.

Dean and I share a look and I ask, "So what would happen if the sacred tree was torched? You think it's kill the god?...Hypothetically" I ask and the professor chuckles. "Dear, these are just legends we're discussing" He says and I nod smiling. "Oh, of course. Yeah you're right" Dean says smiling.

"Listen, thank you very much" I thank him, shaking his hand, I get a weird feeling when I do this. I narrow my eyes at the professor as Dean shakes his hand as well. "Glad I could help" He says. We go to go open the door but I turn around. "Hey professor? I can I ask you a something?" I asks him and Dean looks at me weirdly.

"Sure dear" He says sweetly. "Where are you from?" I ask him suspiciously and he looks speechless. Dean opens the door saying, "Y/N, we really need to-" But we're both cut off by the butt of a two guns being jammed in our faces harshly by two officers, that's the last thing I see before blacking out.

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I feel a throbbing pain in my head as my eyes flutter open. I wake to sound of someone calling my name in concern. "Y/N?! Y/N! Hey Princess wake up" I feel Dean shaking me. "Oh thank god, you're okay. I was afraid he knocked you too hard" He wraps his arm around me holding me tightly.

I return the hug and I hold my head groaning. He helps me and I look around to see we're in some sort of underground cellar with a door above us. "You know...you were right" I tell him and he looks at me confused. "About what?" He asks. "I should've gone with Sam" I retort holding my head again.

"Ha, ha. Very funny" He shoots back sarcastically, rolling his eyes and I chuckle a bit. "Where the hell are we?" I ask going to try and knock the top of the cellar door open. "I already tried that. It's locked with a chain and lock outside" He tells me and I slouch down next to him sighing.

"Just great." I mutter sarcastically and something comes to mind. "You think they're gonna sacrifice us instead?" Dean asks. "It seems so. They think we're engaged and if you've noticed" I gesture between the two of us. "We match their agenda" I say and he groans.

Something comes to mind and I think out loud, "Hey, that tree we saw in the book. You think it would be in the orchard?" I ask him. "It's possible" Dean says shrugging, suddenly the cellar door opens revealing Harley, Stacy and Scotty. Scotty pointing a shot thin at us, "It's time" Stacy says morbidly. Me and Dean look at each other nervously.

Sometime, later they tied me and Dean to two trees across from each other so we can't run. "How many people have you killed sheriff? How much blood is on your hands?" Dean probes them tauntingly as they tie him. "We don't kill them" The sheriff responds defensively. "No, but you sure cover up after!" I remark angrily.

"I mean how many cars have you hidden, clothes have you buried?" I taunt and the sheriff doesn't respond, grabbing the shotgun, aiming it at us. "The good of the many, outweighs the good of the one" Stacy says sadly before they all walk off. "I hope your apple pie is freaking worth it!" Dean yells angrily at them as they walk off.

"Hey, you got that butterfly knife in your boot?" He asks me quickly. I shake my boot to feel for it and I groan in annoyance, "Those fuckers took my knife! Oh, it's on" I mutter angrily and Dean huffs. "So, what's the plan?" I turn to him. "I'm working on it" He groans.

Hours have passed, the crickets are chirping and the owls are hooting. We're still tied to the trees, "You don't have a plan, do you hotshot?" I grumble. "I'm working on it" Dean remarks lamely and I roll my eyes. "Can you see?" He asks me. "What?" I ask confused. "Is he moving yet?" He asks, talking about the scarecrow.

I try to look back but there's nothing in view, "I can't see" I tell him, shaking my head. Footsteps start to approach us and my heart starts beating out of my chest, "Oh my god, oh my god!" I start to panic. "Dean? Y/N?" We hear Sams voice and I let a breath out in relief. "Oh thank the good lord!" I exclaim in joy and Dean sighs in relief.

"Oh I take everything back, I'm so happy to see you" Dean says happily as Sam unties him. "How'd you get here?" Dean asks. "I, uh, stole a car" Sam stutters guiltily and we laugh. "Ha-ha-ha, That's our boy!" I exclaim proudly as he unties me. "Keep an eye on that scarecrow. He could be alive any minute" Dean tells him.

Sam looks back. "What scarecrow?" He asks and we shoot up from the ground, running to see the scarecrow is gone. We all exchange a look before bolting into action. "Alright, now this tree we saw in the book. It's the source of its power." Dean says. "So let's find it and burn it" Sam suggests as we run.

"Nah, in the morning. Let's just shag ass before Leatherface catches up" I tell them, but the sound of a gun cocking and lights shining in our faces stop us in our tracks. "Son of a bitch" I groan in annoyance as Harley and Stacy come into our views.

"This way" Dean pulls me to go the other way but Scotty is behind us with his own gun, cocking it at us. We go to run in the other direction but the sheriff is behind us with his gun. Some townspeople start surrounding us with their guns. Does everyone have a damn gun!?

Suddenly we hear growling that was exactly like the one from last night. "Please, just let us go" I plead. "It'll be over quickly" Harley says grimly. "Seriously man!" I yell. "You have to let him take you! You have to-" Harley starts to argue but then the sickle from the scarecrow comes protruding out his chest, causing Stacy to scream.

"Oh shit" Dean mutters lowly as Stacy screams and Harley drops to the ground, dead. The rest of them are stunned, dropping their guns, they run away in fear. The scarecrow grabs a screaming Stacy and sticks his sickle in Harleys knee and drags him away. "Come on, come on. Let's go!" Dean yells.

We run in the opposite direction to the edge of the field and look back, hearing the growling from the scarecrow.

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The next morning, after doing some research, Sam found that when the Pilgrims immigrated, they brought back a plant that's now a tree, called The First Tree. The locals worship it and respect it enough to write an article about it.

We all go back to the orchard after finding the picture of in an old newspaper. Sam has the accelerant in his hand and I have my lighter in mine. After looking around we find the tree that was marked with Vince's tattoo on it. Sam goes up to it and begins drenching it in the accelerant.

Dean then takes up a stick, pointing it in my direction. I click the lighter and start lighting the stick afire. "You know, the whole towns gonna die" Dean says, holding the burning stick. "Good, the amount of people that have died. They deserve it" I say grimly and he nods in agreement, throwing the stick at the tree, now burning aflame.

"The rest of the townspeople, they'll just get away with it?" Sam asks as they watch the tree burn. "What will happen to the town will have to be punishment enough" Dean says grimly and Sam nods in agreement as we walk back to his car and my bike.

"So, can we drop you off somewhere?" Dean asks Sam and I frown. "No, I think you two are stuck with me" Sam says with a smile and we turn to him shocked. "What made you change your mind?" I ask him. "I didn't. I still wanna find our dad" He says. "And you're still a pain in the ass" He adds, nodding to Dean who smirks.

"But Jess, mom and Mr. L/N, they're gone" Sam says sadly and I look down. "Our dads are god knows where" He adds. "But us, we're all that's left. So, uh, if we're gonna see this through, we're all gonna do it together" He says heartfelt. "Hold me, Sam. That was beautiful" I say dramatically, wrapping my arms around him and Dean puts his hand on his shoulder chuckling.

Sam scoffs rolling his eyes with a smile, pushing Dean hand off. He pushes me off lightly as we walk to out vehicles laughing. "You two should be kissing my ass. You guys were dead meat" He tells us smugly. "Yeah, right. I had a plan. I'd have gotten out" Dean retorts and I scoff.

"My ass, I can admit we were dead if Sam hadn't shown up" I say as we reach to the Impala. "Thank you!" Sam laughs. "Hey! You're supposed to be on my side" Dean exclaims defensively and I scrunch my nose up at him making him laugh.

We all jump in our vehicles and make way out of the town. I decided to tell them I'll drop my bike back at my Indiana safehouse since we're already here so I can save on gas later on. They didn't hesitate and after dropping her off, we hit the road.

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Authors Note: This chapter isn't edited so please excuse any mistakes. I tried adding a bit of fluff for Y/N and Dean in this episode since they were on the hunt by themselves for the most part. I hope you guys liked it! Let me know what you think, don't be shy <3

I'm super excited for the next episode!!

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lots of makeshift form yomiel edit: OH MY GOD I forgot to put an explanation. Third and fourth drawing is an au where yomiel was able to get out of yonoa centuries(?) later, most of his parts are gone because his ghost powers got weaker and couldn’t hold onto them while drifting in the sea sissel still doesn’t know who he is and is left stranded inside a payphone for who knows how long (not pictured: yomiel feeling an immense amount of guilt)