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samlacy · 6 months

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One Last time

Summary:

Sam’s backside was for sure a heavenly sight for Gabriel.

Warnings(?): Smut, Sabriel (SamxGabriel), Light Bondage, Crying, Gabriel is mean (teasingly)

Enjoy!!

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It was Night time and the streets were empty. The town showed no trace of disturbance and people slowly drifted into sleep.

The motel was cold as the heater was malfunctioning. Sam laid his stomach on the bed as he shut his eyes, not to sleep, but just to rest his eyes a little.

The books and his laptop he used to do research were on the desk, messy and open. Which means Sam was going through all kind of stress too careless of it being messy or not.

His hair was tucked behind his ears as he laid his head on-top of his crossed arms and slowly sank into the comforting silence.

Not to his notice, Gabriel just teleported into his motel a few minutes ago, to tell the man ‘Hi’ (we all know it wasn’t only that).

The view was quite the amazing one for Gabriel. Especially when it was Sam’s whole bakery on full point. Almost like a tease.

The man was still fully clothed in his loose fit jeans, the button up plaid flannel he always wore and the black belt wrapped around his tiny waist.

Gab wasted zero time as he stripped out of his jacket, throwing it over a chair and slipping out of his shoes to not dirty the wood floor any more.

He walked up to the half asleep man, as his knee dipped onto the bed, followed by the other knee. Sam’s legs were pinned down by Gab’s, as his thighs were squeezing together, adding more fat to the already big area.

“Sam, you know it’s not very nice to tease me like this”, Gabriel finally spoke up as he straddled Sam by his words and his filthy hands all over the man’s ass.

He turned his head back to look at Gabriel, only to see the archangels hands and eyes inspecting his thighs up to his clothed ass.

“Well, it isn’t very nice to lurk up behind someone and then proceed to sexually assault them either”, Sam grabbed Gabriel’s one arm in a warning.

The archangel snatched his arm away as he took Sam’s wrists and pinned them on his back.

His other hand still stroking Sam’s thigh up and down before going up to the belt, snatching it off and then proceeding to tie Sam’s hands together.

“It’s not assault, if you’re secretly begging for me to touch you, Sammy”, Gabriel leaned down, his clothed cock rubbing onto Sam as his lips were caressing the half-demon’s neck with soft kisses.

The boy left a whine as he breathe hard into the cold air that was hurting his lungs slowly.

“Don’t”, Sam tries to talk, but the cock rubbing onto his ass, as it helps his own clothed cock rub onto his jeans, is not really helping.

“What, Sammy? Wanna tell me something?” The archangel wraps his hands around Sam’s waist as he riles them up to lift the man’s flannel up.

He was inspecting Sam’s moles on his back as it decorated perfectly on his tan skin. And Gabriel’s pale veiny hands caressing them was just enough to almost make him combust.

“Don’t, ah, call me that”, Sam manages to get out, though it sounded more like a whine than a threat.

Gabriel chuckles into his ear,

“You know, I don’t take orders from a pathetic human like you”, he bites onto the man’s neck as it gets a screech out of Sam, “especially if you are being so bratty to me, today. Was work stressful, Sammy?”

Sam buried his face into the pillows as he endures Gabriel having a deadly grip on his hips now, lifting them up so Sam gets on his knees while his head is pressed onto the pillows.

His hands now wander to rip the flannel off, noting to buy Sam a new one after this, can’t promise that he will remember though.

“That was my favorite one!” Sam whines as he muffles himself onto the pillow under him, deciding to ignore Gabriel completely now. Well if it works.

Gabriel mumbles under his breathe, clearly mocking Sam and moves onto pulling the man’s jeans off with his underwear. The hard cock slapped onto the man’s stomach as pre-cum was leaking.

Every single clothing that was on Sam was now on the hard wooden floor. Forgotten.

The archangel hugged him from behind as he trailed kisses down his back and up again. As he trailed down again, he was leaving kisses on Sam’s spread inner thighs, which made the half human shiver and his cock twitch.

With a harsh force, Gabriel grabbed his cheeks and spread them to show the man’s tight pink hole.

It was clenching around nothing as it was begging for at least anything inside. So Gabriel rubbed a thumb on it, as it got sucked in slightly, eagerly.

With no waiting he licked over Sam’s hole and insert his tongue right in without any warning. Sam tries to squirm away as it is “disgusting” and shouldn’t be done, especially by an angel.

Yet the grip was deathly onto him, stopping his movements and stilling the man in his place.

He was already a whining and whimpering mess under Gabriel’s touch which was as pleased to his imagination.

“Stop, that is weird-“, he got cut off by a harsh smack on his asscheek, as he gasped for air and just let go.

Sam moaned into his touch and started enjoying the sensation of the outside and inside of his hole.

Drool was leaving his mouth onto the pillow which he could care less about. In the moment he felt an immaculate pleasure wash over him, causing to him almost coming right and there.

And suddenly it disappeared.

Gabriel pulled out and let go of Sam completely. Another smack was this time left on the other cheek as the archangel snickers.

“Well, what is the fun in that if you already come? I still wanna use you in plenty of ways”, Gabriel confesses with a followed chuckle as he turns Sam around before moving onto the man’s chest, not completely sitting on it.

He zips down his jeans and pulls his underwear a little off so his hard cock comes out. It hits Sam right in the face as it lays on his lips. It was nothing like Sam imagined, Gabriel’s cock was thicker than he thought. He didn’t know how it would really fit into his mouth without his jaw aching after.

“Come on, suck it, Sammy”, he purrs as he lines it up to Sam’s pink lips and slightly shoves in. Sam let’s him by opening his mouth and takes the half of it in his mouth.

When Gabriel tried to go deeper, he started shaking his head as he was almost choking.

The archangel didn’t quite like it as he grabbed Sam by the hair and shoved the whole thing down his throat, followed with harsh thrusts into it.

“What a bitch”, Gabriel whispers as he lets a groan right after.

Sam’s mouth was warm and the gagging sounds left vibrations on his cock, which just made it closer for him to finish.

The lewd sounds and movements were getting Sam’s mind dizzy as it overwhelmed him by a little.

Gabriel seemed to quite like the show that was going on since he thrusted one more time before pulling out, letting go of Sam’s hair and watching Sam pant for air like crazy.

Sam coughed a little as he caught his breath. The scene in front of Gabriel was amazing. Sam’s long newly washed hair was sticking onto his forehead as tears built up on the corner of his eyes and lips were chapped.

He was a total mess and Gabriel loved it.

Moving on, Gabriel went off him and positioned himself between Sam’s legs as he inspected the wet hole of the man.

“Since you have been a bitch all day, might as well go in without preparation, right? You’re too much of a slut to not enjoy it anyway, Sammy”, Gabriel says with a smug smile on his face that pissed Sam off, but was a reason he loved him so much.

“No, please”, Sam breathes out with tears decorating his tired out face.

Gabriel’s heart hurt at the view as he sighed and rubbed the man’s thigh up and down.

“Fine, baby, tell me whenever it gets too much, okay?”, Gabriel reassures Sam as he kisses his inner thighs before gently sliding his index finger in.

Sam arches his back off the bed and melts into the slow and soft thrusts that entered his body.

“I love you, Iloveyou, Iloveyou—“, Sam whined out as tears kept spilling, but in a relieved way.

Gabriel shushed him as he now kissed Sam’s stomach before entering another and another finger. Now thrusting three fingers in and out of his lover while having the man sob so prettily under his touch.

Wondering how much more he could make him cry by inserting his cock.

When he thought Sam was ready, he pulled out, wiping his fingers on the sheets as he grabbed his dick to line it up at Sam’s hole.

“Im gonna put it in now, baby”, Gabriel whispered as he leaned in while his other hand was inserting it slowly.

Sam was whimpering as it was going in inch by inch until it was completely in his body.

His eyes were shut completely with dry tears on them. It didn’t last long because Gabriel chuckled deep as he caressed the lower part of his stomach. Which made Sam shoot his eyes open as it sent an odd pleasure through his body.

“Look, Sammy, I’m making your stomach bulge just by my cock”

It was Gabriel’s cock hitting his stomach from the inside. Sam’s eyes widened as he moaned erotic when Gab started moving quite fast inside him now.

His arms were on each side of Sam’s chest as he started fucking into the boy in an animalistic pace, making the bed shake.

Sam was now also shaking and moaning loudly. It kept hitting his sweet spot over and over just as if it knew the path there out of the back of his hand.

Gabriel leaned down to hug Sam while licking over his nipples, double penetrating him like it’s nothing.

He still had the smug face on him while it, looking up at Sam, which he got a glare back.

Sam wished he could smack that smile right off his face.

And there it was, the next moment sam knew, he started shooting white stuff out of his cock while he was shivering like crazy. He never had an orgasm like this.

Gabriel followed up by filling Sam up from the inside, his seed painting the man’s walls white and warm.

They stood like that, Gabriel hugging Sam, not pulling out as Sam’s cum was painting his stomach.

It was gross, but Sam liked the odd comfort of it.

While laying, Gab took Sam’s belt around his wrists off and threw it on the floor as he sat up, to pull out.

After he pulled out he tried to stand up, but Sam grabbed his arm in time. His face was fucked, but so hot.

“Just stay, let’s rest, please”, Sam begged with the puppy eyes he always used.

And Gabriel was a fool to fall into them.

A love fool.

“Okay, Sammy”, Gabriel smiled as he leaned back down, but this time turned to the side so Sam was laying on his arm, buried in Gab’s chest.

“I love you, too, Sammy”, Gabriel whispers since he couldn’t before.

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5sosfanfictioncatalogue · 7 months

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Shower Sex Masterlist

A long hard fuck, you say? (Muke smut) (ao3) - orphan_account michael/luke N/R, 1k

Summary: Michael and Luke have shower sex, that's pretty much all you need to know

feels like i’m dreaming but i’m not sleeping (ao3) - badomensbaby luke/calum, michael/ashton E, 29k

Summary: “But saying that out loud is just..” the blonde boy trails off, his voice weakened and unsteady, “Makes me feel kind of pathetic, I guess.” “Pathetic?” Calum parrots, “Therapy isn’t just for people who have issues, Luke. I have patients who just like to tell me about their life because they want to. You have this preconceived notion that therapy is only for broken people.”

or, luke has too many problems but calum doesn’t mind them.

his only reason (ao3) - theonlyreason michael/luke T, 9k

Summary: there's a reason why 'the only reason' was gender-neutral

In The Dark (Like Meteorites) (ao3) - dafeedil michael/calum/ashton E, 26k

Summary: Ashton falls for Calum at a nightclub, and then for Calum's boyfriend, too.

I Wouldn't Know What to Say If I Had You (ao3) - bitscrawford (orphan_account) luke/ashton E, 3k

Summary: “Can’t we just… shower together or sumthin’?”

Ashton’s brow furrows and he turns to look at Luke. “Are you serious?”

“Can’t two bros shower together without it being gay?”

Kinky (ao3) - wastedheartmuke michael/luke M, 43k

Summary: While moving into their new apartment, Luke finds a list of kinks Michael wants to try.

Seems like vanilla sex isn't enough for his boyfriend, but is Luke willing to try some kinky things?

Kissing And Touching Like No One Else (Do You Say That I'm A Sweetheart?) (ao3) - Migs luke/calum E, 1k

Summary: "Hi baby." Calum whispers as he joins Luke under the steaming hot shower, sneaking his arms under Luke's armpits as he hugs the blond from behind. His cock nestles perfectly between the plush globes when the blond arches his back towards the touch.

"Hi." Luke smiles as he turns his head sideways so that Calum can kiss his cheek.

OR: Cake shower sex

Like A Virgin (Touched For The Very First Time) (ao3) - DontGetTooCloseItsDarkInside michael/luke E, 5k

Summary: "So I have a head canon that Mikey was a bottom back in 2011 when he lost his virginity to Luke. Can you have them just like non stop fucking? Like Michael realizes he has feeling for Luke and after months of pining from the both of them Michael finally loses his virginity to Luke and they don't stop having sex for like daaaays!"

Lost Hearts (ao3) - CliffordAffliction ot4 E, 177k

Summary: Ashton, Luke, Calum and Michael live in four different worlds in high school and each one of them is in love with someone who loves someone else. This can’t possibly end well…or can it?

So Much Better (ao3) - orphan_account calum/ashton, michael/luke, bryana/ashton N/R, 84k

Summary: This is good, good for Ashton. He works so hard, always taking care of the boys, he deserves someone who will take his mind off of things, even for a couple of hours to get coffee. Maybe it’ll make him better, and by extension, the band better. Maybe Bryana is a good thing for everyone. Yet, even now, as Calum tries to think of how great Bryana could be for Ashton, he can’t help but think that he would be so much better.

Or the one where Calum and Ashton have been Friends With Benefits for years, and Calum thought his feelings for Ashton were simply sexual until Bryana came into the picture.

that’s why you like it (ao3) - merlypops michael/calum E, 69k

Summary: Calum starts doing workouts in the garden over the summer and Michael spends the whole time with his hand down his pants (until Calum takes matters into his own hands).

The Way You Take Away My Breath (ao3) - dracomalfloy michael/luke E, 3k

Summary: Michael accidentally reveals to the world that he and Luke shower together

Tie That Binds - @ashtcnirwin (elivigar) E, 98k

Summary: In which Luke wants to explore miscellaneous kinks and Ashton strikes him as a good candidate to do said exploring with with.

Touchy Feely (ao3) - sammyswagstar ot4 E, 9k

Summary: The fic with demisexual Michael and ot4 that no one asked for. Michael gets handsy in the shower with his best friends and they take advantage of him, before they all get their happy ending. Pun intended?

Where You Go, I'll Follow (ao3) - fourdrunksluts, reversecow calum/ashton, michael/luke E, 211k

Summary: This story follows Calum, Michael, Luke, and Ashton on their journey to self-discovery. Through first loves, heartbreaks, and friendship, this is the behind the scenes of what the cameras didn't show through the years.

#5sosfanfictioncatalogue #5sos fanfic #masterlists #smut #sex tw #showersex #showersex masterlist

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itsravenbitch · 2 years

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@sexydreamgirl @itsravenbitch the Neville ass kissing is very pathetic please accept that he’s not your lord and saviour lmao and move on, that man didn’t do shit and if you were not meant to find out about loa you wouldn’t have even if it was fed to you be a silver spoon.

He didn’t create anything, it’s a law of nature that exists naturally since forever.

Especially @sexydreamgirl has the most ridiculous claims and delusions and she thinks she’s the only right person and no one else but it’s important for you to know all this only works for you because you believe it does it’s not the eventual truth and it’s not true for people who don’t believe in it.

don’t come here talking like that, one. and two, your reading/understanding skills are quite poor! nobody said he created the law. he just introduced it in a way that allowed us to understand the law from a “woke” perspective. i really don’t care what you believe in, i don’t.

if neville hadn’t taught it, we wouldn’t know the law for what it is! and we wouldn’t know our power!

however, yes, we’d still be manifesting. just without knowing we are the creators or that what we’re doing is called the law of assumption

nobody’s kissing a dead man’s ass. move around!!!!! rip to my mans tho 🪦

there is not a single post or video that talks about the law of assumption, that doesn’t have neville’s teachings in it. (they may not directly mention him, but something in there was taught by dear old neville) and if there is, find it and send it to me.

you don’t have to love neville and read his books and listen to his lectures, that’s your decision to make. but please do not walk around acting like neville mf goddard isn’t the reason we CONSCIOUSLY found out about the law of assumption. you may not have found out about neville first, but whoever you found was based on neville in some way.

i found the law through sammy ingram. i didn’t know who neville was until i started watching her videos! either way it’s a chain, a chain that leads back to neville. thankyou.

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paarthurnax59 · 1 year

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"Soul of Liberty"

chapter 3

Warnings: swearing, angst, and hating on exes

Dean packed a small bag for the next few days while traveling to New York city. He made sure to bring a suit, fake IDs and a copy of the invitation to the Gala. He needed to find a way to get passed security when he got there. Not to mention how expensive New York was and getting a motel was going to be pricier. But he was determined. Dean was determined to expose you for what you are in front of the whole world if he must. Then maybe you would be as miserable and alone as he was. The Avengers would dump you and forget about you and making sure the entire world would turn against you. It’s what you really deserved after all.

He just got his stuff together and placed it all in the Impala when he saw Sam in the doorway to the garage with his arms folded.

“What do you want, Sam?” Dean scowled at him closing the door to his baby.

“Dean, where are you going?” Sam asked not moving from his spot.

“Going on a little vacation, Sammy. I need sometime away, and I don’t have a long time.” He replied

“Dean, I know what you are doing. It’s written all over your face.” Sam looked at him giving him a puppy dog face when he’s trying to talk him out of something. “Dean, please just let it go. Let (Name) go and just live your life. Don’t let her get to you like this.” Sam trying to reason with his older brother who as stubborn as their own father. “Besides, if the Avengers find out what you are trying to do, they will tear you apart.”

“Not if I exposed her in front them and the whole world. Let’s see how loyal they’ll be when they find out how much a dirty, backstabbing whore she is.” Dean huffed with a smirk while Sam looked at him like he wasn’t even looking at his brother.

“Is that what you are trying to do? Ruin her life that she has now?”

“She ruined mine, Sam. Now I think it’s time I return the favor. I’m tired of hearing on the freaking news, from the people we interview and even other hunters of how freaking amazing she is and when I tell someone I used to be married to her, they laugh at me and say ‘Yeah, right keep on dreaming pal, none of us are that lucky!’ She’s defiantly out of your league!” Dean confessed to Sam and the younger man’s eyes grew wide. “and as for her powers and that freaky hair color of hers? You know how she got them? Because I have a very good idea.”

“And what idea is that dean?” Sam asked, starting to feel very tired about hearing his brother’s crazy ideas.

“She sold her soul to become a superhero, plus to make her so attractive that no man would be able to resist her, not even Captain America himself.” Sam’s eyes furrowed his eyebrows when his brother alleged his ex had done. “Yeah, pathetic right? That she needed to sell her own black soul to be something to someone, because she knows no one would love her for who and what she is. A fraud and a cheater. She wanted to remain relevant and be something that she isn’t and get men like Steve Rogers. Knowing well she couldn’t do better than me if she were still an unattractive nobody.”

“Dean, you don’t have any proof of that. And if she did, she is going to be biting the dust in ten years and being tortured in Hell. She’s done for in a few years.” Sam retorted trying to stop his brother from making a huge mistake. “As for ruining your life, she’s only doing that because you are obsessing over her. She wasn’t the one that made her cheat on your girlfriend that you were so proud to have that you rubbed it in her face, that was you. (Name)’s got nothing to do with what is happening now. We haven’t even seen her sense that day at the restaurant all those years ago.” Sam continued to try to reason with his brother who mind seemed to be too warped to see sense. “And of course, people are not going to believe that you were married to her. To them you’re a nobody, but she is known superhero throughout the world.” Sam tried to talk but all Dean did was scowl at him, wondering why his brother is defending the slut that cheated on him with his soulless body. “Besides, have you seen her fight? We see her tearing robots apart and that sword she has?! It slices through metal! FREAKING METAL! God’s sakes! She will beat the living daylights out you if the Avengers don’t get a hold of you first! You’re a dead man if you even try this!”

“Why are you defending her so much? You remember what she did to me? To us? She tore us apart for months and didn’t have a good excuse for it.” Dean spat out spitefully waving his arms around.

“Dean, that was years ago. Just let it go.”

“Do you want to fuck her too?” Dean accused him making Sam’s eyes grow wide while he took a small gasp.

“Dean…you can’t be serious. Do you even hear yourself?” Sam answered shaking his head his brother.

“I mean, you already did, didn’t you? while I was still married to her?” Dean scowled at him stepping closer to Sam.

“Dean, I was soulless! I didn’t know what I was doing! You knew that! I would have never slept with your wife if I was still me!” Sam reasonably defended himself, knowing Dean must understand that he would never hurt him like that intentionally.

“Then why are you defending her? She blamed you for the affair remember?! Tell me Sam, how long did you have a thing for my ex-wife, uh? When was I first met her or when he first started dating? Or was it after I tied-the-knot with her? When was it? I mean, I know for a fact you could do better Sam, but I have seen you with some nasty chicks before, like Ruby.” Dean stared at him leaving his brother in absolute state of disbelief. Had his brother hit a new low? Why had he gotten so dark all of a sudden? Did Dean really hate (Name) that much to want to risk everything that he had built? Sam was about to say about Dean’s ludicrous claims suddenly Castiel appeared next to Dean.

“Don’t do this, Dean. You are better than this. We all hate (Name) for what she did to you, but this is taking it too far. You need to stop, or things are going to get worse for you. You already lost your girlfriend, who was a good woman. You really think trying to ruin (Name)’s life is going to make you feel better? You think this will give you closure? You think you will be happy after this? Guess what, Dean? It won’t!” Castiel trying to help but Dean just sneered at him.

“Yeah, it will. I’m not going to sit here and watch the bitch that betrayed me get everything because she saves the world a couple of times, while we saved the world more times long before the Avengers even existed. She doesn’t deserve it. Any of it.” Dean grumbled going to the front seat if his car and almost got in when Castiel zapped in at his side and grabbed on to Dean’s shoulder.

“Dean, I’m begging you. Don’t do this.” Castiel warned him one finally time, he wasn’t going to physically stop him. Dean shrugged him off and got in the driver’s seat and slammed the door shut. He turned baby on and opened the garage door to the open road and one his way to the east coast to settle the score with (Name). If he can’t be happy after the divorce, then neither should she.

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Dean had arrived in New York in less than a day, nonstop trip with no rest or sleep. Only stopping for food or to go to the bathroom, not wanting to waste any time trying to get everything ready. When he checked into the motel in New Jersey, he spent days preparing for crashing the Gala to expose his disgusting ex in front of her new “friends”. When the day finally arrived for the Gala, Dean donned on a security guard uniform and drove to the metropolitan Museum. Dean’s mouth gasped when he saw all the rich and powerful gathered to drink wine that costs more than what his baby was worth. He searched the crowd of the elegantly dressed people to see if he could get a good glimpse of (Name) anywhere.

“Where are you, you bitch?” Dean grunted as he took out his binoculars. He act as if it was a normal hunt going after a monster. Only instead of killing a monster, he was going to reveal one. The destroy the image that everyone perceived her to be and show the world of what she really was. He just had spot his target and get passed security.

Then, he saw a black Mercedes pull up on to the red carpet of the MET and could see the famous Captain America get out of the car with the help of the chauffeur. He was wearing what looked like a designer black tuxedo with a bowtie. and then he saw her.

(Name) emerges out of the luxury car, and to say she was beautiful was an understatement. She looked like an absolute goddess. Her long white, hair was styled in elegant 40’s curls. Her make up done so exquisitely that it made her skin look completely flawless, like she was a model. And don’t get him started on the dress. The dress she wore was most defiantly a high-end designer gown with a dark shade of blue that was off the shoulders and an A-line skirt, like the evening sky. The dress probably cost more than what he and Sam would spend more on groceries for an entire year. She looked incredible and Dean hated it.

Dean then sees Captain America grab her hand and she smiled as he escorted her up the steps of the museum and to the party. The crowd clapped and applauded the pair, and she sheepishly waved her hand at the crowd as she grabbed onto Captain America’s arm nervously. He whispers something her ear and she giggled. Dean can’t lie when he thought about how beautiful (Name)’s smile was. He imagines her laugh when he remembered the time they would laugh together.

Dean suddenly had his blood boil once again watching his ex-wife, cozy up to the biggest heart throb in America.

“Oh… feeling jealous now, are we Dean? I mean really don’t blame you either. She looks otherworldly. No wonder so many men are falling in love with her.” Said the voice in his head while watching his beautiful ex.

“Shut up! I am not jealous. I just think it’s disgusting that someone as awful as her is with a guy like him! He must not know about her shady past. Poor Bastard.” Dean said looking back to his binoculars again. “I’ll be doing the guy a favor by exposing her before they get super serious. She needs to be knocked down a peg and I’m the one person that do that.”

‘You know, for someone who claims to be over a cheating ex, you sure do like to obsess over her like an addict. Not everything is as it seems, Dean. You don’t know what happened to her during those five years since you have seen her and a lot can happen, Dean. She could have changed for the better.”

“Shut up will you! Look at her! Do you really think she has suffered?! she’s a world-famous superhero, drop-dead gorgeous and is dating captain pretty boy? Yeah, I think she’s doing pretty good for herself. Then again, she sold her soul for it, so no she doesn’t deserve it! Besides, do you think I care what she had been through?! After what she did to me?! Why does she deserve to be happy?! Why?!” he yelled back, not knowing why he was talking to these voices in his head.

"You would be surprised at what you find out, Dean. Just don’t say I didn’t warn you of what you may discover.” Said the voice again but Dean didn’t want to listen. He then zeroed in on his focus on (Name) and her date, wanting to puke. She cheated on him and she gets to be the arm candy to the Steve Rogers, Mister virtue and righteousness? Not on his watch. He parks his car in a place where it would not be spotted by large crowd. Time to get to work.

#the avengers #supernatural #dean winchester #steve x reader #angst #marvel #dean winchester angst #steve rogers angst #captain america fluff #steve rogers fluff

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meowmeow-motherfucker · 6 months

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The Fox & the Squirrel- Chapter 15

Summary: Chasing yet another demon in a long line of hunts, the Winchesters get help from an unlikely source. But their new recruit isn’t exactly who she says she is. Savannah is used to looking over her shoulder. Life in hiding doesn’t leave much room for enjoyment, but traveling with the Winchesters just may give her a new lease on life.

Fic pairing: Dean Winchester/OFC Savannah Hart

Trigger warnings: elements of horror and witchcraft, references to past torture/trauma, Crowley is a dick, lies and deception, mutual pining, flirting, sex, typical Winchester shenanigans.

Read it on AO3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16242644/chapters/37972217

Somewhere in the back of her mind, Savannah had known they would eventually hunt something that would recognize her for what she was. They were at a hotel resort in Atlantic City, where a succubus had already killed eight people. They'd identified the succubus and were tracking it through the hotel, each of them on a separate floor.

She'd just turned down a long hallway when her phone rang. She saw Dean's picture flash across the screen when she fished it out of her pocket and answered right away.

“The bitch is headed your way!” Dean growled. His breathing was labored and he sounded like he was in pain.

“Are you okay?”

“M’fine!” Dean grunted. “Sammy's out cold. She knocked us both on our asses. You need to move before she finds you.”

“Dean-”

“I'm serious, Savannah. I can't carry you and Sam too. I'm taking Sam to our room and I'll come to you. Just keep moving- I don't want to walk in on you making out with a pseudo-Charlie.” Savannah cringed; the inaccuracies in his statement were almost offensive and she desperately wanted to correct him.

“Oh my God, Dean, it's not like that.” She grumbled. It was the only response she could muster.

“Really, it's not?” She could practically hear him rolling his eyes.

“Are we really having this conversation now?!” Savannah hissed.

“You know I’m just curious- what the hell happened to ‘be patient with me, Dean’? Huh? You tell me to be patient and then go jump in bed with Charlie?!” Dean snarled.

“Dean-”

“No, don’t ‘Dean’ me. Be straight with me. I’m sick of you tiptoeing around me.”

“ I’m tiptoeing?!” Savannah scoffed angrily. “You’ve barely so much as looked at me since we left-”

“ Hang up the phone.” A feminine voice breathed in her ear. Savannah stiffened, feeling the mental probe from the other succubus.

“What the hell was that?” Dean asked. “Savannah?”

“I gotta go, Dean.”

“Hey, wai-” Savannah pocketed the phone before turning to face the succubus.

“Found you, little hunter,” the succubus cooed. “He covets you, you know.”

“I know,” Savannah replied. “Turns out we know the same tricks, you and I.”

“Is that right?” the succubus scoffed. “ Do you covet him in return?” Her eyes shimmered, blue overtaking her irises, and Savannah knew hers matched. Her powers were rising to the challenge of the other succubus. “You're…”

“Like I said, we know the same tricks. That won't work on me.”

“Why are you helping them?” the succubus seethed. “You enjoy their pathetic way of life? You could have anything you want! Join me, sister, and we can make the world fall at our feet.”

“Yeah...that's not really my idea of fun. What did you do to Sam?”

“The tall one? He was delicious.” The succubus licked her bottom lip sensually. “Maybe I'll have the other while I'm here.”

“Did you kill him?” Savannah asked, tightening her grip on the machete in her hands.

“I would have, but the other got in the way. Maybe I'll go back and finish them both after I kill you.”

“Savannah!” Both women turned toward Dean's voice. His racing footfalls were fast approaching, and Savannah used the distraction to swing at the other succubus. The blade became embedded in the wall when she ducked away, and Savannah swore loudly.

“Are you really going to kill me, sister?” The other succubus laughed mockingly.

“I'm gonna try!” Savannah pulled the blade free and spun to avoid the blow aimed at her face, swinging the machete toward the succubus’ neck.

Dean rounded the corner as the succubus’ head left her shoulders. Her body crumpled to the floor, and her head rolled to a stop by his feet.

“Hey.” Savannah greeted him casually as she leaned against the wall, trying to cover up her panting breaths.

“Hey,” Dean replied, his eyes bouncing from the head to her face. Savannah felt a moment of panic, what if her eyes weren't back to normal? “You okay?”

“Peachy. How's Sam?”

“She did a number on him, but he's okay. Come on, we gotta get outta here,” She let him take her by the hand and led her toward the elevator. He hit the button forcefully, waiting impatiently for the car to arrive. “Let me have that.” He gestured for her to hand over the machete, tucking it inside his jean jacket when she obeyed. They were both flushed from exertion, their clothes thankfully devoid of blood spatter, and could easily be mistaken for a couple on vacation.

“I didn't sleep with Charlie.” she blurted. Dean looked at her sharply, his green eyes alight with confusion.

“Oh. I thought…” I thought you weren't interested. “But you left together.”

“Charlie and I thought you guys would give us space if you thought...well, what you thought. But really we spent the night watching Lord of the Rings and arguing over which Hogwarts houses the characters would be in.”

“Wow, you guys are dorks.” Dean teased.

“Yeah,” Savannah grinned. “We really are. It was dumb.”

“Why are you telling me this?” Why was she telling him this? Didn't it make her life easier if he thought she was involved with someone? Yes, but also no, because he'd been distant since they'd parted ways with Charlie, and despite his daily presence, Savannah missed him. She wished, for the thousandth time, that things weren’t so complicated and she could be honest with him about everything. It didn’t feel right to have these feelings for him without him knowing the truth about her. On the other hand...if she said the right thing, he might kiss her, and she really wanted him to.

For all her so-called determination to keep her distance, Savannah was weak where Dean Winchester was concerned.

“I...uh...just wanted you to know.” She stammered, unable to think of a better explanation with his green eyes watching her so intensely. His eyes dipped down to her mouth, and oh , he was thinking about it.

The elevator dinged and they both jumped as the elevator opened noisily. Dean guided her into the corner, opposite the other couple in the car, and she wasted no time in slotting herself into his side.

“What floor are you headed to?” The guy asked, finger poised to press the button.

“Penthouse please.” Dean replied easily, his arm coming around her waist to anchor her to his side as she curled her fingers in his flannel. The car started to move, and Savannah gritted her teeth. The hard steel of the machete was pressing into her painfully, and she had to act normally until the other couple got off. The pair were watching her and Dean curiously and she didn't like it.

Hoping to make the other couple uncomfortable, she rose up on her tiptoes and leaned into Dean fully, pressing her lips to his stubbled jaw sweetly. Dean stiffened slightly, slowly turning his head to look at her. His expression went from 'what the fuck are you doing’ to ' oh ’ when she grinned at him. He shot a quick glance at the other couple in his peripherals, appearing to catch on to her plan to throw off their attention. His raised brow seemed to say 'you really wanna do this here?’ and she dropped her gaze to his lips as she bit her own, sending the tension between them skyrocketing. Her back met the wall, the heat from Dean's fingers burning through her clothes as he crowded into her space. His tongue flicked out to wet his lips as his eyes set her aflame. A soft whimper escaped Savannah, her stomach roiling with giddy nerves.

The delicious want coming from Dean came to an abrupt end as the car jerked to a stop. The other couple practically sprinted from the elevator, and Savannah pulled away with a hiss.

“Thank fuck, that thing was killing me.” She gasped as she rubbed at the soreness in her chest. Dean was a little miffed that she'd pulled away so abruptly, but quickly forgave her when he saw her massaging her breast.

“You want some help with that?” Dean offered hopefully, and Savannah blushed crimson.

~~~~

“Alright, let's hit the road.” Dean said.

“What?” Savannah balked, shielding her eyes from the bright afternoon sun. After making sure Sam was alright, they’d packed and gotten out of the hotel as fast as they could.

“Gig's over, that means we move on.”

“We're in Atlantic City and you want to leave?”

“Uh...that's what 'let’s hit the road’ means.” Dean looked at Sam questioningly.

“Well bully for you. I'm not ready yet.” Savannah said, taking off down the sidewalk, a beach towel tucked under her arm.

“Cars this way!” Dean called after her.

“The beach is this way!” Dean glanced at Sam, who shrugged.

“It has been a while since we took some time off.” He pointed out, hitting his brothers arm before following after Savannah. Dean groaned and took off at a run, catching up to Sam and Savannah on the sand.

“Traitor! We don't even have swim trunks.” He pointed out.

“Guess you'll have to go in your underwear.” Savannah teased, lifting her t-shirt over her head. Dean nearly groaned aloud at how sinful she looked. The red bikini top accented her skin beautifully, enveloping her breasts in perfectly molded pockets of crimson. Dean ground his teeth, fighting back the urge to sink his teeth into them as she tied her wavy hair into a messy bun. A flash of color under her arm caught his eye, and he dropped his gaze to the geometric fox she had tattooed there. It was ridiculously cute. He was more than a little disappointed he hadn't been able to see it up close when she'd given him that lap dance back in Gatlinburg.

“How long have you been wearing that?”

“Since this morning,” Savannah grinned. “I figured I'd have to make a mad dash to the beach.” She'd been wearing that under her clothes?! All day?!

“You planned this?” Dean asked dumbly, doing his best to think of anything besides the fact she'd been wearing that in the elevator as he pulled his own shirt off.

“Duh, it's Atlantic City. I wasn’t about to leave without hitting the beach,” Savannah laughed as she shucked off her jeans. The black and white polka dotted shorts were adorable. “Besides, you two still owe me for Gatlinburg.”

“Oh, is that what this is?” Dean asked.

“Yep. I’m owed, therefore I get to decide what you owe. Come on, lose the pants and let's go!” She smacked him on the ass and took off running toward the water, leaving Dean staring after her in awe.

“You know you could just ask her out.” Sam laughed behind him, shaking him out of his stupor.

“Wouldn't that be weird?”

“Why would that be weird?”

“Didn't you say she's like a sister to you?”

“So? I'm not the one gawking at her like she's a freshly baked pie.”

“What if it doesn't work out?”

“What if it does?” Sam countered. Dean pursed his lips, looking at the ocean where Savannah stood knee deep in the waves. “By the way, I wouldn't recommend having sex in the ocean.”

“Shut up Sam.”

~~~~

Once they'd had their fill of the ocean, the trio wandered the boardwalk in search of food. Sam had complained goodnaturedly when Savannah plied him with funnel cake and cotton candy, rolling his eyes when she and Dean fed each other as they walked.

They played games and rode rides, and both Dean and Sam waited patiently while Savannah got a henna tattoo.

“How do you still have money?” Dean had asked when she bought them all dinner. She’d insisted on them staying in the penthouse suite, and had paid for that too.

“Because of these!” Savannah palmed her breasts with a cackle before stealing a fry off his plate.

~~~~

It was getting late, the sun sinking lower in the sky. They were all exhausted, and still had to make the long trek back to the car. Sam sat slumped on a nearby bench, while Dean and Savannah stood at the edge of the boardwalk looking out over the ocean.

Savannah was enraptured by the waves and the shrieking of seagulls, watching the tide come in as the wind tousled her now wavy hair.

Dean, on the other hand, was too busy watching Savannah to care about the tide. He thought she was beautiful in her jean shorts and bikini top, her new henna tattoo complementing her sun-kissed skin and her blonde hair blowing wild in the ocean breeze. She looked so at peace, not an ounce of tension on her face. He didn’t want to forget the way she looked right now. He pulled his phone out of his pocket, meaning to sneak a picture, but Savannah looked over at him when he moved.

“What are you doing?”

“I was...gonna take your picture. You look nice.” Dean admitted sheepishly.

“Please don’t, I probably look awful.” She brushed her hair back shyly, hoping he’d take the hint that she didn’t want her picture taken. Dean wouldn’t know, of course, that it wasn’t because she was shy.

“C’mon, you look good. Happy. Please?” Dean snapped a picture while he waited for her answer, smirking when she gasped in outrage. “I’m sure you look fine. Let’s see.” his eyes darted down to the screen and Savannah acted on pure adrenaline.

“Don’t you dare!” her hand snapped out to take the phone, pretending to accidentally knock it from his hand.

“Shit!” Dean reached out to grab the phone but was too slow. A distinct bloop sounded in the water beneath them and Savannah gasped, slapping her hands over her mouth in shock.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry.” she mumbled through her hands, scared that she might have both angered Dean and that he’d seen her true face in the picture. “Dean, I’m so sorry.”

“Hey, relax. It’s just a burner anyway,” Dean said after a minute, moving away from the railing to look at her. “But you’re buying me a new one with your boob money.” He left her by the railing to go wake up Sam, who’d dozed off on the bench he’d claimed. Savannah stood back, her heart beating rapidly as she tried to hide her frenzied fear by turning back toward the ocean.

She could have been exposed. She could have been killed .

The danger may have passed, but the threat of being exposed lingered with her long into the drive out of New Jersey.

~~~~

At the hotel, once they’d stopped for the night, Dean was the only one still awake. He couldn’t stop fixating on what he thought he saw in that picture he took of Savannah. If he’d had just another second to look-

Savannah moved beside him, jarring him from his thoughts. There was no disfiguration, nothing out of place. Same blonde hair, same long eyelashes. Same cute nose and rosy lips.

There was no way Savannah was a succubus. She’d fought with them, bled with them. She’d sewn them up and taken care of them when they were hurt. What purpose would it serve for her to be with them if she was a monster?

No monster had ever done a Winchester a favor. His mind must have just been playing tricks on him.

Resolved to forget what he mistakenly saw, Dean tucked Savannah into his side and let himself be lulled to sleep.

#meowmeow writes #dean winchester #supernatural #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural fic #dean winchester/ofc #the fox & the squirrel

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movedtodykedvonte · 2 years

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Thoughts on Sammy’s Prophethood

Fandom treats Sammy like some fanatical weirdo like every other word was Bendy’s name. As funny as that interpretation is, like there is a reason Sammy lasted so long and had all those lost ones under his control.

I get the ideas that he could easily be a deranged cult leader that killed anyone who crossed him but you gotta remember he’s way out numbered by the lost ones and searchers. Sammy doesn’t seem manipulative in his preachings and would most likely do what he does whether they followed him or not. So it’s my understanding that they are willingly at his side. Allison directly states that Sammy keeps them tamed, meaning that before the whole cult thing they may have been feral or at least way more hostile than simply idly crying or moping about. Sammy is the prophet, their prophet and that makes Sammy a powerful entity when everyone but like 4 people are on his side and follow his every word. (Even the butcher gang attack Henry during the chapter 5 village battle) No one fucks with Sammy cause he’s both unhinged as fuck and he has like an army of a devoted congregation ready to swing on you the moment they feel you threaten them or him. Say what you will but I would not mess with him if I was aware of this like everyone down there already is. Of course, Malice still attacks him in BATDS cause he’s on her terf and she has the advantages of her machines and weapons and a gun.

I also feel like people get the type of prophet he is wrong, (even he does) which enforces the idea he gets no respect or has any leeway in the studio.

A prophet by definition speaks or conveys a message for a divine being, Sammy believing that Bendy is his divinity. We know this is not true by the way Bendy treats him, but if you have read DCTL, you know that the ink in general speaks to him and only him this way. No other character describes the ink with such adoration as Sammy does when infected by it; Malice hates it, Allison describes it as a nothingness before something and everyone else actively avoids touching it. This implies the ink chose him and the ink itself is his divine entity… that he rejected. Sammy is a prophet, but has been following the wrong denomination essentially. so he’s a heretic but that’s a whole other can of worms. Of course, he can’t appease someone he was never meant to serve! Sammy is meant to be a seer but acts as a servant. The ink in the book wants him to sacrifice, to spread itself and it’s influence to as many “non-believers” as possible. Sammy in game disregards it, instead honoring one of its machinations, like a golden calf situation read the Bible to get this reference kids.

Even if he is wrong, the ink still chose him and a lot of the ink creatures know not to mess with things the demon or the ink favors. This kinda gets into headcanon and interpretation territory but it’s heavily implied Bendy doesn’t directly control the ink. He can pass through it and is more resistant than it but he again is something born of it. He is a separate being at this point, somehow shambling about with out a soul despite the ink that is full of them. The demon scares everyone cause it can send you back, not because it has any real influences or power over anything down there. It just acts like it does. If this is the case, it makes sense that the ink still influences and controls some of the discretion of its followers. If it really did choose Sammy, and still believes that he can give it what it wants, than whose to say it doesn’t influence the others to follow its prophet? Sammy is devote to his cause, loyal and literally the only protector and being down their that treats them with a twinge of humanity and respect. Mix that with the ink telling you he is a seer than you get people who would follow whatever inane bullshit he spouts.

The other characters are locked into areas or have few allies. Malice stays hidden in heavenly toys, not even waking her own hall due to the threats. Tom Boris and Allison make camps and avoid all other ink creatures. The only ones that seem to travel around willingly are the searchers, butcher gang, lost ones and Sammy. You can call him stupid for it but I see it more as he knows he doesn’t have to worry about much else attack him… disregarding his lord and a few or the more feral butcher gang.

I just think too many people play up the groveling part of Sammy’s devotion when you have to remember how much he has control of down in the ink. That his focus was appeasing Bendy and helping his flock survive. He’s not a god nor invulnerable (Tom Boris made us very aware of that) but I do remember Joey saying he can presented as such over the domain he oversees.

Just like the music department, his congregation is his domain and it benefits him greatly that it is so scattered.

#Sammy isn’t as pathetic as people make him out to be #like do not forget he was ready to kill Joey near the end of DCTL and wanted to FIGHT GOD in chapter 5 #he doesn’t have a chip on his shoulder in game about it cause he probs sees it as a responsibility position and a task from his savior #also he just seems less abrasive as an ink person #hell even Tom wanting Henry to be quiet mean he did not want to alert the lost ones #If not for that one look out Allison and Tom would’ve been like WE NEED TO GO NOW WE KILLED THEIR CULT DAD #but alas the look out sent out kill bill sirens #like he’s being deceived by Joey and Bendy the ink fucks with him in like a good way #his homie I bet if he worshiped it directly he’d be a lot more terrifying #batim dctl #the illusion of living #batim #bendy and the dark revival #batdr #bendy and the ink machine #boris and the dark survival #batds #sammy lawerence #batim analysis #batim headcanons #Hepher coming out with the wildly different interpretations of canon from the fanon #Sammy’s cool and people fear him in universe was not the take you were expecting huh #he’d be dead otherwise realistically

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mwolf0epsilon · 3 years

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What is everyone's greatest fears and insecurities? (I promise this isn't bully anon and I have no ill intent.)

Going for the big guns uh? Buckle in then, let's see what kind of ammo the Fractos has to work with:

Henry Stein - His anger issues. Henry's childhood and adulthood were fairly turbulent because he's prone to getting fits of rage (an issue that was exacerbated when he was drafted to fight in the second world war). There's never been a moment in his life where he wasn't aware that he can hurt people very easily, and it scares him that this is possibly all he's good at. It's why drawing and gardening meant so much to him... For once he could make something good instead of destroying it...

Sammy Lawrence - That he's a weak-willed follower rather than the master of his own fate, untrustworthy and insignificant. His role as the Prophet disgusts him because it's everything he strived not to be, and the hypocrisy of it all left him questioning his identity and sense of self. What is he if he's not Samuel Lawrence Jr? Can he go back to calling himself that? Or is that just another name he can't ever return to ever again...? Just... Who is he?

Jack Fain - Being unable to protect himself and others, no matter how much he tried to be there for his friends. The sense of insignificance and powerlessness left him fearing that every single one if his efforts is in vain.

Susie Campbell - That she's not good enough. Always second best to someone more talented and beautiful than her. That no matter how hard she tried, she should have just given up and let the world step all over her.

Norman Polk - That he's nothing more than an unwanted and unlovable creepy brute. As a tall bulky man of his age and background, Norman's always had a lot against him. But, even when snapping at people or fighting back just as hard was warranted, he never let himself stoop so low. Becoming the out of control and monstrous Projectionist wounded him deeply...

Allison Pendle - That deep down she's just as selfish and careless as Joey. They got along fine because they had a level of understanding about certain arts they were mutually interested in... Maybe that means she's rotten like him. A danger to others if she ever becomes as jaded as he did...

Thomas Connor - The worst part is the guilt. If he hadn't been complacent to Joey's will to begin with, none of this would have happened. He's stuck in a cycle of grief and what ifs, afraid that he's damned everyone because of his own hubris as a prideful engineer.

Shawn Flynn - His willful ignorance will haunt him forever. He knew something was wrong, but he'd rather ignore it and make a quick buck than actually stop to think. It only struck him that he was in too deep when Grant began to deteriorate, and by then it was too late to stop. If only he hadn't been so selfish and cocky...

Grant Cohen - That he deserves all of this in some twisted terrible way. His life has always been one string of misfortunes after another. Maybe he was a bad person in another life. Maybe he didn't show enough people kindness in this one... Maybe he's just destined to suffer. He's always been and always will be unable to save himself...

Buddy Lewek - That he's too weak and cowardly to be of any help. Everyone has been doing so much to keep him safe, and he doesn't have the strength to do the same for them. He feels guilty about it, but he just... He just can't... He's afraid and he wants to go home. He wants his mom... And he feels bad that he's this pathetic when his friends need him most.

Abby Lambert - Regret, guilt, sorrow... She knows them all to well. Most of all she knows hatred the best... She hates that she was so bad a judge of character that she couldn't see just how bad things got. Just how far Joey would take it... She was blind to it all because she considered him a friend, and she'll never forgive herself or him for it...

Doc Hackenbush - That he didn't leave when he could have. He was aware and against the results of the experiments, but he was also curious. Morbidly so. He could have helped stop all of this before it got to this point... But instead chose to stay quiet. A choice that will haunt him forever.

Bertrum Piedmont - That he'd been too proud to realize he was digging himself and Lacie an early grave. What hurts most now isn't even the state he's in... It's that he damned his closest friend to this terrible fate as well...

Lacie Benton - That she couldn't convince Bertrum to not accept a contract with Joey. She knew something was off with the man... She just couldn't imagine this being how it ended... Feels like she failed her dearest friend.

Emma LaMonte - Her biggest regret is not telling her family how much she appreciated them. She'd been a stuck-up unpleasant and difficult lady all her life and now... She fears she'll never have a chance to make amends.

Detective Sinclair - That he failed Joey in some way, thus made him more prone to becoming less interested in being a law abiding citizen. He knows that something broke when he failed that case... That somehow he taught that young and impressionable puppy-eyed boy that justice only matters as long as you're caught... He's a failure of a detective and all of this is his fault...

The Ink Demon - That his imperfections are the reason everyone is suffering. That he's not good enough to deserve to live. That he's a monster that taints everything he touches... The list goes on...

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Rewatching Hollywood Babylon

Welcome to “SamDean, the Scream Queen, and a Damn Good PA: A Supernatural Rewatch Blog” with Lor and Mace!

Up today, s2e18: Hollywood Babylon

After The Trauma with Madison, Dean hauls Sam out to the west coast for some downtime, but Sam is twitchy and finds a case—on a horror movie set. People associated with the movie keep ending up dead, in grisly ways that mirror previous deaths that occurred on that movie stage. Dean pretends to be a PA (and is damn good at it), Sam gets super snarky, and the references and show meta comes so fast it’s sometimes hard to keep up amidst all the glee. Oh, and the boys solve the case—it was ghosts and a twerp. They’ll getcha every time.

Below is a log of our real-time reactions as we watched. Remember that there may be spoilers for any part of SPN’s 15-season run here. Note also that the nature of our conversation is adult and thus it may contain adult language and themes.

[and we begin:]

Lor:

oh boy oh boy one of the first ones where they go all meta

Mace:

YES

Mace:

I love how perfectly we get duped into thinking it’s a regular cold open

Lor:

YES

and then the scream being so obviously awful

Mace:

HAHAHA YES

omg don’t call her pumpkin

Lor:

RIGHT?

I love the Snapple

Mace:

DATA!!!

(that’s Data, right?)

Lor:

wait, is it?

Mace:

hm, maybe not? it sure looks a lot like him

Lor:

it LOOKS like him?

Mace:

I haven’t had a snapple in FOREVER

Lor:

me either

I used to LIVE on the strawberry kiwi ones

Mace:

NICE

I could never be a scream queen because even my real screams are just pathetic little yips

Lor:

this actress reminds me very slightly of a woman I knew in college. theatre major. the "ha ha very funny" makes me think of her EVERY TIME

HA!

YEP

Mace:

interesting!

Lor:

omg Dean

Mace:

omg this kid with the ice cream

Lor:

he's having so much fun

SAM'S FACE

Mace:

HAAAAHAHAHA GILMORE GIRLS

Lor:

the Gilmore Girls ref YAAAAS

Mace:

I think you mean Dean’s face

Sam’s face

SamDean’s face

Lor:

omg

mmmm Sam's red v-neck and his slightly pinked button-up

"it's practically Canadian" snork

Mace:

YAS

HAHAHAHA

omg cultural heritage

Lor:

"cultural heritage"

YES

Mace:

HAHAHAHA

Lor:

Poltergeist is my OG horror movie I saw too young that scarred me forever

Mace:

oh wow yeah that one IS scary

Lor:

especially if you are seven

Mace:

omg yes that’s too young

Lor:

"more color" "who says horror has to be dark" omg

Mace:

HAHAHA

Lor:

that is... a blue shirt

Mace:

it’s not green?

Lor:

isn't it blue?

Mace:

snork!

I am totally second guessing my eyes now

Lor:

MACE DO WE SEE COLORS DIFFERENTLY I DON’T KNOW IF I CAN HANDLE THAT

Mace:

HAHAHAHAHA

Mace:

church Latin pronunciation (and badly done at that) twitches

Lor:

pets you

it is indeed one of the modern dilemmas of our society today

Mace:

SNORK

I WANT A MINI PHILLY CHEESESTEAK SAMMICH

Lor:

I want one of those sandwiches now

OMG

Mace:

OMG

Lor:

mmm Dean's nose freckles

Mace:

I think Dean’s shirt is blue but so faded that it looks kinda green

omg his nervous approach

Lor:

lol we'll go with that

RIGHT?

I love that it's probably like 70/30 put on and real

Mace:

YES

(also YES to the freckles)

NOPE NOT DATA

Lor:

yeah not

much less resemblance with his hair back

Mace:

Dean is having the time of his life

yep

Lor:

he IS

"new media" omg

Mace:

Lor:

"isn't that kind of cruel" pets him

Mace:

YES

Lor:

"we're very glad you're alive" SAMMY

Mace:

YAS

Lor:

"king of the cyclops peoples"

Mace:

omg baby Dean

Lor:

HOW bad do I want to have movie night with Dean

Mace:

YASYASYAS

Lor:

THE RULES AREN'T LANDING

Mace:

omg “if the ghosts are in hell how do they hear…”

THIS SHOW

Lor:

wait till the angels and no one knows what happens to their vessels when they go back to heaven

RIGHT?

that they were making fun of themselves like this in season two

LOVE IT

Mace:

YES

I love how the dude busting through the roof is not in the script but feels like it very much could be but then also actually IS in the script...

Lor:

YES

DEAN

Mace:

omg DEAN WINCHESTER

Dean’s reaction to the salt skepticism

Lor:

Dean's laugh at the salt comment

salt's not a condiment dude

Mace:

YES

snork!

Lor:

he gots the little belt

Mace:

HE DOES

Lor:

he's made friends

Mace:

of course he has he’s ridiculously charming

Lor:

YES

and he knows all the scuttlebutt

Mace:

YES HE DOES

Lor:

I love how he just fits himself in places

Mace:

but belongs nowhere

amazing

Lor:

YES

"I don't know who played the baby"

Mace:

HAHAHAHA

Lor:

I hope Jensen had as much doing this as it looks like he did

Mace:

ME TOO

Lor:

"bite your tongue, heathen"

Mace:

snork!

Lor:

Yahtzee

Mace:

Ha!

Lor:

"somebody could get hurt here" and then he turns around and his head is in half LOVE IT

Mace:

YES

death by fan blade is just EW

Lor:

right? GROSS

haaaahahahaha I forgot there was a trailer for the movie

Mace:

YAS

omg making fun of McG so hard I LOVE IT

Lor:

YES

Dean's face and looking around

Mace:

HAHAHA

Lor:

"maybe the spirits are trying to shut down the movie because they think it sucks" SAMMY

Mace:

SO SNARKY

Lor:

YES

already taking the producer's name off the door

Mace:

yeah

Lor:

I love how done Sam is

Mace:

YAS

it’s exhausting to lie about liking the movie

Lor:

haaaahahahaha YES

how many closeup screams are there in this episode? it's great

Mace:

IT IS

Lor:

"it's not that we like him or anything it's just a matter of principle"

Mace:

he’s a damn good PA

Lor:

he IS

SMART SAMMY

Mace:

SO SMART

oh dude, Walter. bad move

Lor:

yeeeah

Mace:

THE MUSIC

Lor:

lololol Sam

YES

Mace:

DEAN

Lor:

YAAAAS

Mace:

oh god the look on his FACE

Lor:

awwww they had so much fun together

Mace:

YES

Lor:

walking off into the sunset

Mace:

YES

Lor:

and it's not real

I LOVE IT

Mace:

YES

Lor:

such a fun episode

Mace:

it so is

and i love that Dean’s kid-in-the-candy-store over sleeping with the scream queen but not in a “I banged that chick” way but in his own unique gleeful hedonistically joyful way

Lor:

YES

he had a lovely time and so did she. it wasn't a CONQUEST or something

Mace:

exactly

i suspect she’s the one who did the propositioning, in fact

Lor:

AGREED

Mace:

especially with her PA comment

he was fulfilling a request

Lor:

YES

#watchingspnagain #watchingspnagain 2x18 #spn #supernatural #spn meta #spn spoilers #spn 2x18 #watchingspnagain cold open #watchingspnagain comedy #watchingspnagain meta #watchingspnagain dean's hedonism

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holylulusworld · 4 years

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You’ve got yourself a deal (1)

Summary: Desperate Dean tries to find someone offering a deal to bring Sam back.

Pairing: Dean x Demon!Reader; Dean x Witch!Reader

Characters: Sam Winchester

Warnings: angst, characters death, deals, mentions of infidelity, mentions of death/Salem witch trials, betrayal, desperate Dean, sassy reader, there is a hint of groping (reader on Dean), I mention the word ‘rape’ (nothing graphic but I used the word), mentions of torture

Divider by @writeyourmindaway

‘How can no one want my soul? I am a goddamn Winchester, for fuck’s sake.’ I think to myself. Standing at yet another crossroad I try to tame my wildly beating heart. ‘What if the next crossroad demon tells me ‘no’ again? How can I bury my baby brother after I promised to my father to look after him?’

“Well, well,” I hear a soft voice chuckle. A beautiful young woman strolls toward me, wearing yet another faked smile. “If that isn’t Dean Winchester. What brought you here, sweet boy?” the demon muses, knowing all too well about my misery. I just wonder why she appeared before I got the chance to bury the box with my ID and the ingredients to summon her.

“Oh come on already, demon bitch, you know what I came here for,” I scoff when she looks offended, almost like she doesn’t want me to call her demon or bitch. “Bring him back.”

“Bring. Him. Back,” the girl strides toward me, nodding thoughtfully as she slides her hand over my back. “Your brother, I see,” she whispers in my ear and I feel a cold shiver run down my spine when she faces me. Her eyes look odd in the dim light. I swear, among the black in her iris are golden sparkles.

“Sam, bring him back, give me ten years and you can have my soul,” that bitch dares to smile up at me before she drops her gaze, acting as if she thinks about my offer. “That’s the usual deal – isn’t?” I hate how I get nervous.

What if she refuses to help me too? I killed three crossroad demons already. One more wouldn’t make any difference but – I can’t risk the demons start to hide from me.

“Dean Winchester,” she looks up at me again, her eyes now more golden than before. “Is that what you really want – sacrificing your life and soul for your brother? Don’t you have dreams and wishes? Don’t you want to have a life?”

“Sammy is all I’ve got,” god, I sound pathetic but it’s the ugly truth. All I knew for all my life was to follow orders, hunt things, save people, and protect my baby brother. There is nothing else I got in my life, to be honest. “Please.”

“Think about it again,” I wonder why a demon doesn’t want to make a deal. How often did one of the black-eyed bastards try to get their rotten hands on us – now she acts as if making a deal is a bad thing. “Do you honestly believe your brother is worth your life and soul?”

“YES,” I scream without hesitation. “My father, he sacrificed his life and soul for me,” I huff, stuffing my hands into my pockets. Somehow I know that demon won’t attack me. “I should be dead.”

“No, you shouldn’t, Dean,” the demon pats my cheek. She caresses my face almost like a lover before she looks over her shoulder. “Deals are tricky. Sometimes you sacrifice your life and soul for the man you love only for him to stab you in the back.” I got the feeling she doesn’t talk about me and Sam any longer.

“Do you want to make a deal or not, demon?” she huffs at the word ‘demon’, looking up at me, a frown on her face. I don’t know why she looks over her shoulder again at first, but then another girl walks toward us, wearing a black dress and red eyes. “What the fuck? First, no one wants a deal, and now –“ crap, I never put the box into the ground. I did not follow the ritual, still, the girl appeared out of nowhere.

“This is my road, Y/N,” the other demon purrs, looking at me as if I’m her latest meal. Well, I am if you think about it. “You’re not even a crossroad demon. Make your deals somewhere else. This one is mine,” hell, I feel special all of the sudden. “Get away from the Winchester. You know the rules and the reason I…,” the demon screams when the first girl snaps her fingers.

“WHAT. THE. FUCK!” the crossroad demon turns into dust right in front of my eyes whilst the girl I will call ‘golden sparkled bitch’ once in a while smiles up at me.

“Cats out, I guess,” she chuckles. “I’m not a crossroad demon, but I can bring your brother back nonetheless, Dean. All I want is-“ I nod, wanting to tell her I know the drill but she places her index finger onto my lips, giving me an odd look.

“Hush, hush, Winchester,” she snaps her fingers again and the box with my ID and the ingredients is gone. “No more summoning demons, Dean. Let’s go for a ride. I want to see the famous Impala everyone is talking about…”

I look at her, not knowing if she wants to make fun of me or kill me but I got no other choice than to lead her toward my car.

I drive recklessly, determined to get my brother back.

The demon led me toward a road not far away from the crossroad before she snapped her fingers and we ended up in a place I never thought I would see in my life – Salem, or rather what’s left of the old world – a hidden cemetery.

“Before we make the deal, I want you to reconsider your wish, Dean,” fuck, if not for her being a demon I could believe she’s worried about me. “To help you decide, I’ll tell you a story.”

“I’m not here to hear a fairytale or crap,” I grumble when the demon punches my bicep playfully. I chuckle lightly, forget for a moment my brother is dead and the girl next to me is a demon.

“Excuse me, you're gonna have to give me a moment. No one ever listened to my story so, here we are at the place they hid my body. Be quiet and listen. If you still want a deal, I’ll give you what you want,” I nod, glancing at the girl next to me. “Yes, the girl is still alive and if we make the deal, I’ll let her go, promised.”

“Tell me your story,” I huff, not liking to waste more time on a demon’s sob story, but to save my brother, to get Sammy back, I’d do anything. “I can promise you; I’ll not change my mind.”

“I was born long before the world knew about the Winchesters,” the demon begins, eyes trained on the cemetery. My life ended in 1692.”

“You’re a witch?” I raise my eyebrows, looking at the demon next to me. “I hate witches.”

“Don’t get your panties in a twist, hunter,” the girl huffs, never stopping to look at the graveyard. Her eyes seem to be focused on one of the tombstones. “I am not, and never was a witch.”

“Why then?” she shrugs, giving me a cracked smile when she finally meets my gaze again.

“As I loved him too much, I guess,” the demon looks me deep in the eyes, a sad expression on her face. “A year before I died my husband got sick. No one knew how to help him. He faded every day more. I went from healer to healer, asked everyone, even the ones they called witches.”

I listen to the girl’s story, hating I feel bad for her. For a moment I forgot once again, she’s a demon, an evil creature. Why should I believe that she ended up being a demon out of love?

“One day, I sat under the tree I used to visit with my husband when we were kids, a woman appeared next to me; scared me to hell and back with her red eyes and white hair,” she looks away, eyes focused on the cemetery again. “She told me there is a way to save my Richard if I am willing to sacrifice something I will not miss.”

“Your soul,” she doesn’t meet my eyes nor does the demon give me a snarky comment. I don’t know what to think about that girl, or rather the black smoke inside that girl. “What happened?”

“I made the deal and my husband; he was healthy when I came back not an hour later. He was happy, hugged, and kissed me but,” her eyes close and I swallow thickly when she snaps her fingers, and we stand right in front of the cemetery. “Richard didn’t stop asking questions. I was dumb enough to tell him about the woman and that I sold my soul to her. He didn’t say much, only hugged me again, telling me how much he loves me for saving his life.”

“I sense a bad ending,” I can’t stop my tongue before the words slip out of my mouth but oddly, the demon starts to chuckle. “A funny one?”

“Not for me,” the girl huffs, facing me. “Not a month later I found him in our bed with my sister. They were all cozy and, an hour later men came to our house, dragging me out. My husband, the man I sold my soul for, told everyone I am a witch. That it was me making him sick,” I swallow thickly when the demon steps toward the gate, touching it. She hisses as the metal burns her fingers, cursing under her breath.

“Must’ve been hard,” I follow her eyes, look at the tombstone the demon seems to be interested in.

“Long story short – they took me to the infamous Gallows Hill to die by hanging. I was innocent, just like all of the other women they killed. Unlike the others, I didn’t go to heaven, I ended up in hell, ten years before my deal was due.” she laughs loudly, even slaps my chest as her voice grows louder. “Imagine how happy the demon was to welcome me to hell.”

“How is it down there?” her eyes flash black when she gets something out of the pocket of her jacket. “I need to know.”

“There is fire, blood, and pain. You can’t imagine what they did to me, Dean. One of them, he was the worst, came to me every day. He ripped me apart with knives, hooks, hands, and anything you can imagine. After a while, I forgot my name, my life, and that I was human once upon the time,” I swallow thickly.

Demons were monsters to me, creatures lurking in the dark. I didn’t know they are born human.

“Were all demons humans?” she nods, patting my cheek and I feel my stomach tighten.

“That’s what happens when you get ripped apart, reduced to blood, bones, and pain,” placing a tiny box into my hand the demon jerks her head toward the cemetery. “His name was Alastair, Dean. He would’ve been the one ripping you apart to make you one of them, a torturer, too. I know you are strong but after years of torture, you would’ve given in, just like me.”

“What’s that?” looking at the box in my hand I huff. I got no time for games or sob stories. Sam is still dead; I still got my brother killed.

“I am not a normal demon, Dean,” she steps closer. Hands placed onto my chest the demon looks up at me. “Here’s the deal. You will go to my grave, the one you will find using the compass in that box. When you found it, you’ll open it and follow my instructions. After, you will carry my body to your car, and I’ll do the rest.”

“That’s all? What about my soul, the usual deal and all?” confused I look at the girl who gives me a wink. “No tricks?”

“There is no catch, hunter. I will resurrect your brother and you’ll get my body to pay me back. After I got it, I’ll need your help to get my soul back inside the body,” I scrunch my nose up, retching at the thought the demon wants me to touch a dead girl’s body, well, rather what’s left of her. If she died in 1692, there isn’t much left of her.

“Okay. How do we seal the deal?” she grins, hand sliding down to my crotch to squeeze me tightly. I feel nausea well up but swallow my pride, for Sam’s sake.

“A kiss should be enough, Dean. But I need to warn you. When we do this, everyone who wanted you down there will go after me, you, and your brother. All hell will break loose once again – the only difference is – they can’t break the seals without breaking you.”

“I don’t even pretend I understood what you just said,” mumbling the words I close my eyes, prepare myself for the kiss to seal the deal. “Let’s do this.”

“Nope, Winchester,” she pats my cock again, groping me roughly. “We will get my body and after, I’ll resurrect your brother. I don’t kiss random guys,” giggling the demon watches me frown before she pounces on me to kiss me roughly. “Deal, sweetheart. Now get my body.”

“Fine,” I hate to work for a demon, but I got no other choice. Life sucks sometimes – especially when your surname is Winchester.

The compass starts to glow the moment I set a foot onto the graveyard’s ground. I got a bad feeling but, to be honest, my stomach is in a twist since I saw Sam fall to his knees, life leaving his eyes.

“Son of a bitch,” I jump aside when a lightning strikes, hitting the tombstone to split it into two halves. My head snaps toward the demon, chanting a spell. “Fucking witch,” I grit my teeth at the lies the demon fed me. “I knew you are a liar.”

The ground starts to shake, and I swear, my heart just dropped to the pit of my stomach as the demon is gone.

“What?” I hear something crack and to my utter horror, the ground opens, revealing a body wrapped in a white sheet. “This can’t be,” the body and sheet look like the girl died not hours ago.

“Hurry up, hunter,” the demon yells, pointing toward my car. “We got to go. The guard will be here soon, and I can tell, you don’t want to meet that monster,” I curse, hating the demon ordered me around once again. “NOW!”

I grit my teeth, even ball my hands into fists but I cannot refuse to help the demon. We made a deal and if I break it, she’ll not resurrect Sammy. “I am on it.”

Kneeling in front of her grave I look at the body again. It looks unnatural to me, out of this world, as there is no sign of putrefaction.

“I said hurry up,” girl is in a hurry so I pick the body up in bridal style, inhaling sharply as I can smell lavender and something earthy.

‘A dead body, a rotten one, definitely shouldn’t smell so good’, I think to myself while hurrying toward my car and the annoying demon.

“Let’s get out of here,” I look at the demon, waiting for her to open the door to the backseat for me. ‘Forgive me, Baby, I know you hate transporting dead people.’

“Good job, hunter,” the demon grins, watching me place her body onto the backseat. She rounds the car to slap my ass, giggling as I feel my hands ball into fists. “Let’s ride.”

“Sammy,” I sniff as my brother still lies dead on the bed. “I promise to bring you back, brother. I can’t let you down.”

“Stop talking and help me. Now that my body is out of its grave, it will start to fade if we do not hurry,” the demon round the table I placed her body onto, chanting yet another spell.

Her body starts to glow, and I step backward when black smoke leaves the girl’s body to circle right above the body on the table. The girl the demon used drops to the ground, groaning silently.

“She’s alive, Winchester. Leave her until we are done. The girl is asleep,” the demon scolds. “Now use the ingredients, pour them over my body, and chant the spell with me. After we are done, I am strong enough to get your brother out of heaven, if you want me to drag him back down here.”

I chant the spell as if my life depends on it. I don’t care a blinding light fills the room or that the black smoke turns into a ball of light. I close my eyes, praying to anyone who’s up there the demon will not betray me.

“Finally,” a soft voice coos, and I open my eyes, looking at the girl sitting on the table now. God, she’s breathtakingly beautiful and very naked. “Feels so much better to be back inside my body,” she hops off of the table to stalk toward me. “Now to your part of the deal,” my eyes are glued to her perfect lips when she stands on tiptoes to slap my cheek. “Be a gentleman and hand me your plaid.”

“Sorry,” my face feels hot, too hot when she holds out her hand, waiting for me to hand her my clothes. “I didn’t expect you to be naked.”

“Dude, it was hard enough to protect my body with a spell from rotting. I didn’t have the time for extras,” she smirks, taking the plaid out of my hands. “Now bring me to your brother and we can bring the show on the road.”

“Who is your friend?” Sam rubs his eyes, wondering when and where I had the time to meet a girl. “How long was I out cold?”

“Too long,” trying to keep the truth out of my story I look at Y/N, the demon who resurrected my baby brother. “Almost a week or so. Y/N, she’s an old friend,” the lie tastes bitter on my tongue but this was part of my deal. I can’t tell Sam who the girl is.

“I am Y/N, Y/L/N, pleased to meet you,” Y/N coos, holding out her hand. “Dean told me so much about you, Sam. I wish we had the time for pleasantries but, Azazel won’t stop trying to open the gates of hell.”

“She knows about him and his plans?” I swallow thickly at my brother’s question. “Is that the reason she’s here? Do you think she can help us?”

“Well, I am incredibly talented when it comes to killing demons. I had a good teacher, Sam. How about you eat some of the pizza and we leave this place?” Y/N waltzes out of the room, silently telling me to follow her.

“So,” shuffling from one foot to the other I look at the demon, witch, or whatever she claims to be. “What now?”

“I am not a demon anymore,” I splash holy water in her face, grunting as she wipes it off of her skin. “The ritual is complete, Dean.”

“What are you now? A witch? Demon? Human?” I dip my head, watching Y/N sit on a chair to cross her legs. Damnit, I wonder if her lips are soft. “Answer my question. I kept my word and helped you. I want answers and I want them now!”

“Human with magical powers, that’s how I would describe my current state,” she dares to chuckles, but sadness colors her features. “That demon, she didn’t know one of the people I asked for help was a witch, a wise one. Unlike most of the women they killed in Salem, she knew about magic, healing herbs and so much more.”

“Were you a witch from the beginning?” I got no clue why I want to know more about Y/N and her past. Hell, she’s a three-hundred- and fifteen-year-old witch and a freaking demon – or was one not four hours ago.

“No,” she places her hands onto the table, plays with the golden band around her finger. “The witch, she told me about a strength deep inside of me, the kind of strength you can only free with pain,” I don’t want to know the meaning of Y/N’s words, but I can imagine being in hell for that long forced her powers to surface.

“Hell?”

“Yep,” she whispers. “She was the one protecting my body with a spell after I told her about the deal. Her name was Abigail Hobbs, they killed her too, days after me –“ Y/N sniffs, now folding her hands in her lap. “So much knowledge got lost with her, Dean. She was a healer, a good person, not a monster. Abigail was born with the gift of magic.”

“What happened after you got killed? How many years did you spend in hell, Y/N?” I look at her, waiting for another lie but – to my surprise, she tells me the truth.

“I resisted Alastair, his torture and mind games for 20 years in hell, which means he broke me down to nothing and formed me to his liking. You don’t want to know how he did it,” Y/N’s voice cracks, and I can see it in her eyes, memories float her mind. “It always started with an offer to change places with another soul. I resisted at first, but he became more – let’s call it creative.”

“How could you still be you after all these years? When we met, you were so different. Your eyes, too,” now Y/N jumps up to poke my chest. She giggles like a normal girl, giving me a wink.

“Abigail, she did something with my soul. That old hag knew how to protect me from losing myself. Alastair could rape me, rip me apart and throw me under the bus as much as he wanted, but deep inside, hidden underneath the scars he covered me with – I was still me, Dean.”

“I’m sorry,” fuck, I never believed I would ever feel sorry for a demon but here I am – Dean Winchester, hunter, brother, pie-enthusiast – offering comfort for a former demon as I wrap my arms around Y/N. “Okay, this is weird.”

“Why?” she coos, looking up at me, a grin on her face. “Are you hard?” Damnit, I should’ve known she would make fun of me. I want to push her away but then Y/N leans her head against my chest. “I haven’t felt human for the longest time.”

“What you said about Azazel and the gates of hell,” I trail off feeling my brother behind us, watching Y/N and me, “was it true?”

“Every word, Dean. We need to hurry and stop him. For now, we are two steps ahead as I know about their plans and – you didn’t make a deal with that fucking crossroad bitch. You made a deal with my cute ass,” she giggles, playfully slapping my chest.

I roll my eyes, grumbling under my breath she shouldn’t be that loud or Sam will catch up with what I did to save him.

“I want to pay them back, Dean. I know, somewhere in hell there is a special place for my husband, my treacherous sister, and Alastair. One day, I will go there and rip them apart.”

“If you go there, I’ll come with you, sweetheart,” I grin, looking at the demonic witch girl or whatever Y/N is. “I got unfinished business down there too…”

>> Part 2

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couldntstopmyself · 3 years

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Heiii! I hope you’re doing okay :)

Could I maybe send a prompt for sambucky? Honestly anything with Bucky comforting or helping Sam through a mentally or physically exhausting day because my boi needs a hug 🥺

Hiiii! Yesss I had two ideas for this so I’m gonna post both because we all need more Bucky looking after Sam 🥰

So here’s a little fic for you with Sam getting to support and comfort he deserves. Hope you like it

Sam was scared. Scared he couldn’t do it. Scared he wasn’t good enough. He’d been Captain America for months now, but he still could not shake the constant fear that one day it would all come crashing down and the world would realise he was a fraud. He had no super powers, no serum. He wasn’t a genius billionaire or a god. He was just a guy who was trying to make a difference, but how could he lead or even measure up to the others.

These thoughts had been running through his head for days, they’d had one bad mission and Sam was doubting himself more than ever before. But of course he kept it in. He was Captain America, he had to be strong, he couldn’t show weakness. He’d been tearing himself up inside and now he was sitting, broken and crying. He felt pathetic.

The door to the bedroom opened and Sam saw Bucky take one look at him and rush to his side. Bucky pulled him into a hug and said nothing, just rubbed soothing circles on his back. Sam tried to push him away, he wanted to be left alone, not be babied by his boyfriend, but Bucky was relentless, refusing to let go until Sam had calmed down.

Bucky was patient. He didn’t push Sam to talk until his breath was even and tears had stopped pouring down his face. And Sam was grateful, as much as he tried to push Bucky away, he was grateful he stayed. He needed him.

“Thank you” Sam mumbled, still not looking up at Bucky’s face. Bucky had seen him in all states, from hurt and unconscious after a fight to blissed out and cuddly after something much more enjoyable, but he couldn’t bring himself to look at Bucky in that moment. He felt exposed.

“Sam,” Bucky started, reaching out to stroke his cheek. “Do you want to talk about it?” He didn’t need to ask what it was about. Even without being told he could tell Sam was struggling, but he didn’t realise quite how much. Sam shook his head, not wanting to burden Bucky, and tried to move away. It was pointless, Bucky’s grip on him only tightened and a hand found its way into his hair. “Sammy.” Bucky said softly, gently scraping Sam’s head. “Sam listen to me.”

Sam looked up at this, staring at Bucky with big eyes, showing all his desperation, all his fear. “What are you going to say Buck? That it doesn’t matter I don’t have powers? That you love me anyway? It doesn’t changed the fact that I am weak. How am I supposed to help everyone when I can’t even help myself!” Sam was nearly yelling at the end, but it wasn’t out of anger, not at Bucky anyway.

When Sam looked at Bucky, he saw he wasn’t scared or upset, he was smiling. A small sad smile conveying too many emotions to count. Love, sympathy, adoration, pride, understanding but no pity.

“Of course it matters you don’t have powers.” Bucky stated, and Sam was taken back for a second. It was said so simply and it definitely was not what Sam was expecting. Bucky ignored this however and continued. “You are special because you don’t have powers. You’re not a God, or a billionaire, or a super soldier, so some weird angry pirate dude. You’re a person. A normal person that cares more for humanity than anyone I have ever met. You do everything you can to fight for what you believe in, and will not stop until the world is better. That’s why I love you and that’s why you have helped and will continue to help more people than you will ever know.” Bucky’s eyes were shining by the time he had finished, and Sam was once again taken back by his partner’s honesty and pure adoration.

“But,” Sam started, still doubting himself. “Captain America is supposed to strong and brave and perfect. How can I do this when I am so weak? I can’t even keep control of my own emotions.” He was trying so hard to fight the tears that were threatening to fall again, to prove he could be strong.

“How can you think you are weak? You are the strongest, bravest person I know. Emotions don’t make a person weak, they make you human. You taught me that. We don’t need any more heroes that don’t know anything about the real world. We need you. Sam Wilson. Captain America. A man without any superhuman abilities, but with a good heart who has experienced the real world and still wants to fight for it. And as for being perfect? The world isn’t, so why do you have to be?” Bucky stood up and walked towards Sam. He didn’t move to touch him, just letting him know that he was there to support him always, no matter what. After a brief hesitation, Sam collapsed into Bucky’s arms, exhausted but peaceful. He may not always believe in himself completely, but he was glad he had someone there to remind him when things get tough. And for now, that was enough.

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xsimxx77 · 4 years

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Dean ❤️😭

So yeah Spn ended and ep20 sucked and it's been days and I still can't process ! (I'm a mess btw so God knows how this will come out)

The finale sucked and dean's death sucked basically I'm devastated !! And no it's not just "another Tv character's death" it's not just "a death" no ! it just sucks and lemme start up with some shit here !

So why his death is just bullshit !

Dean out of no where was put into some circumstances that can't be understood or be dealth with at 4 LIKE 4 ! Like suddenly his life just turned upside down and he was faced with "you gotta take care of ur little brother!" HOW WOULD A 4 YEAR OLD UNDERSTAND WHAT TAKING CARE OF SOMEONE MEAN !!? but he did it anyways and guess what he freaking did amazing job in that !!

But wait -

HOW OLD WAS DEAN RIGHT HERE !!!? (btw this is the dark side of the moon ep when angels made them relive their fav memories ) he used to do what he was always doing his whole life !!! His father just messed up sth and he just went there and tried to fix it , tried to make it better for his mother ! He just did that !! And Sammy was like wow "never realized how long" ! yeah Sammy apparently he's been doing this his whole freaking life !

He had to do things that weren't even his job even before Mary's death! He was just so good that he couldn't see her anxious or sad about certain stuff ! And HE WAS SO YOUNG BACK THEN OMG !

yeah He never had a childhood thanks to his lovely father ! Been treated his whole life as a soldier , was raised like one !! He was always convinced that he had one job , just one job ! What he felt and how he felt never really mattered !

Reminder: he never got to graduate , never got to college ! And how he was just so proud that his samrtass brother went to Stanford is just so precious !

"Always wanted to be a fireman" wanted ! What a word huh ! And again sammy went just like wow "never told me that" yeah Sam cuz what he wanted was never important apparently !

He always thought that the things he loved were just never his things , thinking he is nothing and no one. Always thought that he's not really worth anything !!

Imagine being convinced that everyone around u will leave u at certain point and u can't be enough ! and how he's so attached to his family knowing he can't be that for them !!

And don't u dare tell me that John didn't really affect him with so many things !! His whole life Dean was just trying to be good for the man!

Yeah I mean what a bright life right

and yes we can clearly see Dean using sarcasm in facing his problems ! Just all with the "Idc what happens to me" attitude but not bcz he's just careless like that nah not really he's just too scared to admit that he is scared if that makes sense ! U can see that clearly in many seasons

in s3 Sam was trying to find a way to save his brother ! And dean was just like u can't do anything cuz there's no way and acting with the "careless" sarcastic way he is and Sam was just like "How can you" , "what's wrong with you!" He just can't let himself feel that he will be saved cuz there is nothing that can save him , he even admits that he is scared later on !

and to me Dean is this one dude with that mindset that he can't have hope , he won't allow himself to have hope ! So yeah he can't let himself believe that Sam will save him bcz what if he believed that and it just didn't work ! He's just too scared !! I mean can you imagine that !!

he was just so scared dammit !!

S10 (this whole season was so heartbreaking tbh)

and here !! (btw this the paint it black ep) How he just admits that he keeps expecting death ! And how he's just scared !!! "there's people , things feelings I want to experience differently!" And again with the want word !! HE WANTED THINGS FOR HIMSELF but never thought or even made things for HIMSELF !! and u telling me why this hurts so bad !!

He loved cars , wanted to be a mechanic or maybe even a rockstar and we can see that from previous seasons but he gets to talk about it with that girl in the "bad boys" ep ! reminder : that this is the "let him rot in jail" ep ! Imagine Dean with that mind of his and all of those thoughts thinking he's not worth it and shit like that only for his amazing father to leave him out there just like that !!! Thanks again John ! 🙃 YOU CAN'T TELL ME THAT HE DIDN'T HAVE DREAMS OF HIS OWN !! But again he did come back for baby Sammy and I love him !!

I just love him sm and I know he never deserved any of this !!

How he was just convinced that he's just a grunt and couldn't see himself as this smart strong hero he truely is !!!😭 HE'S BEEN FIGHTING HIS WHOLE LIFE ! He'S BEEN SO GOOD HIS WHOLE FREAKING LIFE !!

How he just kept questioning why would an angel save him from hell !! "Why me !!? If there is a God out there why would he give a crap about me ?"

Never really came across his mind that he's worth it !

he never knew , never been told how great he was until Cas happened !! And Cas , this one angel is a wholeee other story !❤️🥺

"imagine telling someone u love 'em only to have him give u this face !" Yeah lol that was funny but u know what ! imagine believing ur whole freaking life that ur nothing and not really worth anything , that ur just so pathetic and can't do anything and then having soemone just state how good and lovely you are and that they love u ! Like love u ! Yeah I find that funny too u know ! Like look at his face it just feels like "don't tell me that cuz I ain't worth it , I ain't that good Cas "

and I just love Cas so much cuz he just wanted to show Dean how lovely , selfless and just how precious he is !

Cas loved Dean the way he should be loved !! He just saw right thru his soul and loved it all !! Cuz he saw exactly what he is !! saw it all and understood it AND HE FREAKING LOVED HIM FOR EVERYTHING!!

and when we finally see Dean kinda accepting that yes he might be worth it , that yes he might be good just like Cas said ! That he deserves to live a life for himself !! They just kill him off !! Just like that ! Throwing everything away !

And this this this right here just hits so hard and painfully rn !! Cuz How many times did Dean say this over many seasons !! Like how many times did he say that "a hunt gone wrong" is what gonna end him !! and seriously don't u dare tell me that yeah he was just ok with that or he wasn't really scared or that *the ending* he's got is the perfect one for him cuz nah !! IT'S FREAKING NOT !!! He kept saying that and he was expecting that !! HE WAS EXPECTING GETTING KILLED LIKE THAT ALL HIS FREAKING LIFE !! But he was literally dreading it !!!That's why this sucks !! That's why this is just so messed up and cruel !!

Imagine getting killed the exact way ur dreading for it to happen !

Like When Dean fianlly goes like "We gotta keep living Sammy" he really wanted to give this a shot !! He wanted to finally give it a shot for Cas and for himself! It's like he finally allowed himself to have hope !! Finally got his whole freaking free wil to do literally whatever he wanted !!!! He had a dog u know ! 😭 HE FREAKING APPLIED FOR A JOB !! FOR A JOB !! HE WAS GONNA GIVE THINGS OTHER THAN HUNTING A SHOT !! HE WANTED THIS !!

only to have him lose all of that !! all ripped away from him !! So yeah this is NOT JUST ANOTHER CHARACTER'S DEATH !!

He was so scared , he was freaking so scared and shaking "didn't think that this day would be today" he just wanted Sam close cuz he was so scared !! and u telling me that this is just another character's death!!

my baby boy , my comfort character deserved better !! I love him so much I can't-

i really thought Cas's death was bad (and it was hell tbh) but Dean's ending just messed me up in ways I can't even tell !

like he had to suffer too while dying !! WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR !! Like ffs !!

this is literally depressing and so cruel !! And hopeless LIKE SO FUCKING HOPELESS !

he's been suffering his whole freaking life !! ALL HIS LIFE !!

and I know That he kinda got his peace at heaven (and tbh that might be the only thing that will help me go on with my life and the fact that Cas isn't in the empty too !) but that's just still doesn't make things right !! He freaking deserved a life !! HE FREAKING DESERVED SO MUCH BETTER !!

I just hate those writers so bad !

I will just end this with saying THANK U DEAN WINCHESTER , u've helped me thru alot !! u've changed me ❤️😭 ! Hope ur having all happiness u deserve at heaven baby boy ❤️😭😭

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goldenraeofsun · 4 years

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If you’re still doing the fic prompts I’d love enemies to friends to lovers and isolated or trapped. I love your writing and I’m a sucker for enemies to lovers plot lines!

Hour 0

Dean stomps his feet on the mat, trying to get rid of the snow caking stubbornly to his boots. It was a two minute walk from where he carefully parked his baby several cars down the driveway of Charlie’s rented cabin, but Dean and Sam look like they’d just gone toe to toe with an avalanche. As the door opens, grins. “Did someone say video games?”

Charlie beams as she accepts a hello hug from Sam. “Just in time!” she tells them, tugging them both inside. “Kevin and Garth got here ten minutes ago. Jo’s making a liquor run, and Castiel is finishing setting up Monopoly.”

Dean’s relieved grin at finally getting out of the cold falls off his face at Castiel’s name. “Seriously?”

“It’s a legit game,” Charlie chides as she directs them further into the luxurious cabin she and the rest of her birthday party guests rented for the long weekend, “more legit than Vampirates vs. Goulpires,” she mutters under her breath. Before Dean could defend his totally not made up RPG, she adds, “Anyway, he also brought Clue, Sorry, Uno, and Settlers of Catan, before you jump down his throat for Monopoly.”

Dean scowls but admits, “I guess it wouldn’t be game night without the rest.”

“Exactly,” Charlie says primly.

“Nice place,” Sam says, unravelling his scarf as he walks inside, marveling at the exposed wood and other home deco shit Dean couldn’t care less about. There aren’t creepy paintings with eyes that follow you around or mounted animal heads on the wall, so it’s all good in Dean’s book. The owners are people who probably go glamping.

“It was a steal at this time of the year,” Charlie says with a grin. “Who knew nobody wanted to freeze their asses off in the middle of nowhere in January?”

“Wifi?” Sam asks, already hopefully rooting around in his pocket for his phone.

“I didn’t ask,” Charlie says cheerfully. As Sam’s face falls, she swats him in the arm. “This is going to be a completely offline weekend - and that’s coming from me. Don’t be a baby about it.”

Just before the threshold of the living room, Charlie tugs Dean off to the side. “Hey, wait a sec.” They listen for a second as Sam’s appearance causes a brief uproar in loud greetings. “I know you don’t like Castiel-”

“’Cause he’s a dick,” Dean shoots back automatically.

“-but play nice,” Charlie continues, rolling her eyes. “It’s my birthday, and we definitely don’t need any macho man contests, got it?”

“Got it,” Dean grumbles. “But-”

“What?”

“I’m not gonna be blamed if he starts it,” Dean says, and he would cross his arms across his chest if he wasn’t carrying two bags full of three extra controllers and six videogames. He settles for glaring down at Charlie imperiously since he’s got the height advantage.

“See,” Charlie rolls her eyes, “This is why I’m so glad I’m a lesbian.”

Hour 1.5

“Come on!” Dean howls as Castiel fishes out the wedged bills from underneath Free Parking. “He’s already bought half the board!”

Charlie looks up from reorganizing the bank’s haphazard stacks of ones, fives, tens, twenties, and fifties. Plus a pathetic two five-hundred bills. The rest are already owned by Castiel.

Sam, who’d already declared bankruptcy twenty minutes ago and was already halfway to getting sharked by Jo in a poker with Kevin and Garth, elbows him in the ribs. “Play nice,” he hisses.

“He started it,” Dean retorts right to Castiel’s smirking face.

“By winning?” Castiel asks in an innocent tone that doesn’t fool Dean in the fucking least.

“By being an asshole,” Dean says darkly.

Sam just elbows him again.

Charlie rolls her eyes.

Hour 2

“That’s it! I’m done!” Dean declares, throwing down his two measly properties he managed to keep ahold of. “Take all my goddamn money.”

“Gladly,” Castiel says smugly as he adds Dean’s precious deeds to his pile of cards.

Charlie slaps her hand against her forehead.

“Alright, it’s you and me angel boy,” Dorothy says, leaning across the board. “Bring it.”

Hour 3

Castiel’s face falls faster than Yoshi just fell off Rainbow Road.

Dean’s currently in the lead, but he’s not so distracted by his impending victory to miss Castiel totally failing at Mario Kart. He hasn’t broken the top three since they started playing forty-five minutes ago. Dean grins widely.

“Oh, shut up,” Castiel grumbles as his eyes flick from the controller to the nearest wall and back again.

Dean’s gaze doesn’t deviate from the screen. “I didn’t say anything, jackass.”

“Oh my fucking god,” Sam mutters as he lobs a green koopa shell at Dean’s Mario.

Mario careens off the road, Luigi speeding past.

Dean’s mouth falls open. “What the hell, Sammy?”

“All’s fair in love and war and Mario Kart,” Sam recites dutifully, his tongue between his teeth as he fights to keep his lead from Charlie’s Toad.

Hour 3.5

“Seriously, Dean?” Castiel demands over the sound of mashing buttons. “We are on the same team.”

“My bad,” Dean says blithely as he hammers on Yoshi again instead of aiming for Luigi or Toad. They’re clearly going to lose, but Dean might as well make it fun for himself.

Plus, there’s nothing Sam likes least than playing a boring game of Super Smash Bros. Serves him right, for forcing Dean to be on a team with Castiel. Oh we can’t be on a team together, Dean, we’ve had too much practice. It wouldn’t be fair - Dean��s shapely ass.

“You are being completely unreasonable.”

“D’you know who whines, Cas?” Dean taunts as he bonks Luigi once in the head before wailing on Yoshi, “babies.”

Castiel bursts out, “Dammit, Dean!” as Yosi gets blasted off screen, no thanks to Mario.

Dean isn’t the least bit sorry when Castiel does finally throw his controller at the wall and storms into the kitchen for more alcohol.

Hour 4

“Give me those goddamn sheep!” Dean hollers as he brandishes three lumber cards and an ore in Castiel’s face. “I know you have them.”

“I might,” Castiel says calmly, “but that has no bearing on whether or not I wish to trade with you.”

“You need lumber for that road,” Dean reminds him testily.

“Dorothy has extra lumber she might be willing to trade me,” Castiel says, eyes narrowing.

Dorothy looks up from where she’d been whispering conspiratorially with Charlie. “Uh, Charlie just took my extra lumber. Sorry.”

Castiel glares daggers of betrayal at the pair of them. “I forfeit my turn,” he announces, crossing his arms across his chest like a toddler refusing to walk one more step further.

“Seriously?” Dean gapes. “You’ve got to be kidding.”

“I am not,” Castiel thunders. “This whole evening, you’ve been recalcitrant and a poor loser. I don’t see why I have to accommodate such behavior.”

Dean slams down his hand on the table, rattling “Of all the goddamn pretentious bullshit-”

“Woah,” Kevin interrupts, alarmed. “Come on, guys, this doesn’t have to be a big deal-”

Dean interrupts, “He made it a big deal when he refused to trade the sheep!”

“This is not about the sheep, and you know it, Dean Winchester,” Castiel says severely.

“Okay,” Charlie says loudly, her mouth set in a firm line. “Time out.”

“Yes, thank you,” Castiel says gratefully. “I could do with a break -”

“No, a time out, Charlie says, pointing unambiguously at Castiel and Dean, “You two, get out until you can play nice together.”

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dean-winchesters-gardian-angel · 4 years

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Define Love

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: Dean never really knew how to express his feelings but then again who truly does. Dean knows what he wants though and that for Y/N to be happy, wether it’s with him or someone else.

Word count: 3605

Warnings: Fluff and angst I guess, lil bit of swearing if that counts.

A/N: So the first one did better than I though it might which is really heartening. As for this one again just read, enjoy it, see you on the other side. Oh and apparently I have a tag list now so lemme know if you feel the need to be on it. Unbeta’d all mistakes are my very own.

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"It's more than being in love"

"There's more than just being in love?" Dean seemed perplexed, though nevertheless intrigued. This wasn't the first time they'd talked about love. They’d had talks in the past about love and the meaning of it all. How each defined love and if either had experienced it.

"So much more. I mean I guess by definition it is being in love but the way I feel, I can't just call it being in love. It's so much stronger than that. The word love doesn’t suffice, doesn't do my feelings justice.”

"Sounds painful...was it?"

"It was...and it is, in an unavoidable way. It’s like I want it to stop, but I don’t want the feelings to go away?”

"You still love him?"

"I always will. It's not something that just goes away, Dean."

"Then why aren't you with him. Why are you still in the life?"

"It’s complicated." It always was.

"He didn't know?"

"He didn't know... didn't know I love him, didn't know he was in love."

"You could tell?"

“Yes, Dean… well, sort of. Loving someone isn't really something someone can hide. Not really. I mean they can try. Chalk it up to caring about then as a friend or just being a kind person but there's only so much, only so far, a friend would go for your favourite drink or — or remember a stupid comment you made ages ago, or play your favourite song 'by accident' so you can watch them dance in the passenger seat while they sing wholeheartedly even if you hate the song. If you're in love you do those things. That's how you tell or at least guess.”

"I do those things for you."

There was a pause as he looked at her with a scared expression of realization on his face. He blinked and swallowed. She looked at him with a knowing look and then got up and continued making her bed breaking eye contact.

"Well, that's just what I define as love Dean. It's not the same for everyone."

"Right. Cause I'm not in love with you right? We're friends I'd die for you but that's the job right?...right Y/N?"

"That's right Dean." She was hardly hiding the smirk on her face.

"I'm not in love with you am I?” He most certainly was and knew it, though he’d kept it to himself for the longest time until his attentive brother spotted a few things out of the ordinary. After a short talk, Dean came to terms with it and Sam promised not to say a word of it to Y/N or Dean for that matter. Dean made his brother swear not to mention it — ever. He’d still denied his feelings, mostly so that it wouldn’t hurt as badly knowing she loved someone else. He went about his life as he always had.

"You tell me.” she was chuckling. "Dean, really, just forget about this whole conversation. It's just blabber, you know that, nothing important. I was thinking out loud.”

"Okay... what was his name? The guy you loved I mean.”

"Right, like I'd tell you his name. And Dean, you don't have to talk about him like he’s in the past. He's still alive and well and I talk to him on a regular basis."

"Wait so he's alive and you talk — Y/N why aren't you with him. What the hell! Why don't you get out of the life, go be happy."

"Like I said. It's complicated."

"Why don't you tell him you love him. Someone like you Y/N, he's bound to love you back and I mean you already said he does."

"Dean really. I'm happy just knowing he's okay."

"How can you say you love him when you're okay with just ‘knowing that he's okay’. If you love them wouldn't you want to be with them every minute of the day? Like you said; play their song even if you don't like it! Find them their drink no matter how far you have to go for it! If you love them just tell them what's so complicated about that!"

"You're one to talk."

"Don't make this about me!" It was unlike Dean to take such a subject so personally.

"Dean why are you so mad about this. Why do you feel bad for this guy!?” He paused.

"I just know that if someone loved me as much as you seem to love this guy... I'd want to know about it."

"Why? So you can leave them broken-hearted. Dean, you would never be with someone. You've made that perfectly clear since the day I meet you. You've always been a ‘one-night’ type of guy. You've never shown any interest in a relationship with anyone! Not since I’ve known you.”

"That's 'cause the only girl I wanted a relationship with was the kindest person I've ever met and could never want a relationship with me! I couldn't do that to her in the first place! Tell her I love her and ruin everything! No way. She’s got this amazing ‘give ‘em hell’ attitude and doesn’t care what other people think. She speaks her mind and catches me off guard, keeps me on my toes and I’m happy just knowing she's happy and safe!"

"You're a hypocrite Dean. You're mad at me for not telling him I love him, yet you're perfectly comfortable with doing the exact same to her."

"That doesn't matter because she loves someone else anyway Y/N, why would I go and ruin that huh."

"You're such an idiot. Screw you Dean, just man up and tell her, quit being a pussy." With that she stormed out of the room, only to walk back in.

"This is my room." She stated matter-of-factly. With a sigh, Dean apologized.

"I'm sorry Y/N I didn't mean to make you angry I just, I want you to be happy and I just… if you really love this guy you should be with him."

"He doesn't want a relationship, Dean. You'd like him." Y/N rummaged around her room collecting her PJs piece by piece and finally her towel, leaving the PJs on her pillow.

"Do I get to know his name." He chuckles.

"Ask him yourself, you see him in the mirror every morning.” She had mumbled it but he still heard her. That was the thing with Dean; he would always listen to what Y/N had to say.

With that, she walked out and to the bathroom to take a shower. Dean was left standing in the middle of the empty room shocked.

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When she returned he was gone. She got on her PJs and went to the library hoping to spot him and ask if everything was okay or maybe just see him, wish him goodnight. But when she entered the library she was interrogated by the taller, worried, Winchester.

"What did you say to him?!"

"What do you mean 'what did I say to him?' Sam, I've been in the shower."

"Before that? Y/N he stormed out of here muttering something about how badly he fucked up how it's all his fault how he doesn't want to hurt 'her' who I'm assuming is you. What happened?”

"I accidentally told him I love him... not in so many words but I obviously got my point across."

"What, exactly, did you say."

"We were talking about love and I mentioned that I love someone and after a long conversation about said person I was going to take a shower but before I left the room he asked for a name. I told him he could ask him himself seeing as he sees him in the mirror every morning. And then I left to take a shower. I didn't mean to hurt him or freak him out honestly it just came out. I think part of me was tired of hiding it. It didn't even register until I was in front of the mirror myself. I'll go out and find him, Sam, I'm sorry, man it...I'm not…it’s not gonna happen again."

"No, no just leave him be. It's probably best you let him cool off. Talk to him I'm the morning maybe?”

"And say what Sam 'I'm sorry I let it slip that I'm in love with you.' No thanks."

"Y/N..."

"No Sam really I'm just... I'm... I need a moment to figure stuff out okay."

"You're not gonna pull a Dean and leave are you."

" I don't know yet Sammy,” she shrugged “but if I leave I promise to say goodbye."

"Y/ N..."

"I'm going to sleep Sam, I’ll see in the morning okay."

With that, she walked off back to her room cursing herself and Dean for being pathetic and childish respectively.

It took her hours to fall asleep both because that was the usual but also because she was actively listening for the bunker door to open signifying Dean’s safe return home. Though that wasn't unusual for her either when Dean was out.

She woke to a loud thud that was followed by the sound of dragging feet. Them Sam’s voice and Dean’s though his words were more so grunts than anything meaningful.

"She's really upset Dean what's wrong with you man. She tells you she loves you and runs off to some skank you find at a bar!" Sam whisper yelled at his brother not realizing she lay awake on the other side of the door.

"I didn't run I drove, as for the skank there wasn't one. You know I haven't been with anyone since I met her, Sam, you know that now quit bitching at me just because you don't like the way I deal with my shit, okay. She doesn't deserve this mess, Sam. She's supposed to fall in love with a good guy who can make her happy and take her places, nice places. And- and make her smile all the time just to see it because it's his favourite thing on the planet. She deserves a guy with a real job who can support her and their family, should they chose to have one. A job at which he gets a raise, and not just from hell, Sam, a real raise, with more money and fewer hours so he can spend more time with her. Someone who gets her a Great Dane puppy because he knows they're her favourite. She deserves a guy who — who loves her. Someone who loves her."

"You should talk to her Dean. If not to tell her you love her, then to tell her you’re sorry... and goodbye. Because Dean that's what it's looking like. She's gonna leave and you're not doing a thing about it man, and I know you're all broken up about the fact that she loves you but I'll be damned if you don't say, something Dean. You fucked this up. Now fix it."

Sam left Dean to ponder his thoughts in the hall. She didn't hear him move for fifteen minutes. And then he walked off.

Dean went to his bedroom changing out of his street clothes that smell like blood from the guy he partially beat up and the whisky that was spilled on his shirt earning the aforementioned man and his beating. Dean took a scalding hot shower, rinsing away the tension in his shoulders and back that would return the minute he shut off the water. He stepped out from the shower wrapping a towel around his waist looking over into the mirror. Wiping it clean with one hand as the other rested on the sink, toothbrush in his grip, he looked to his reflection. She was behind him smirking back at him, her arms around his waist.

"Aren't you gonna ask?"

"Ask what...?"

"His name silly, he's standing right there." She said pointing at his reflection.

"That's him?"

"That's him."

Dean let out a breath he hadn't continuously been holding in, bringing his tough hand over his face before brushing his teeth and leaving the bathroom as quickly as possible, a plan in mind. He put on his PJs, which consisted of an old band shirt and a pair of sweat pants, before proceeding down the hall at a slow tiptoe.

She didn't hear him approach her door, however, she heard him knock.

He felt stupid the second he did it realizing the late hour but was relieved when he heard her rustling around for a minute before the door open.

She stood there, band T-shirt hung loosely over her shoulders, sweats pilled up at the ankles due to the large fit. He stood there, band T-shirt taut over his muscle, sweats hung low on his hips. She looked at him with red glossy eyes before turning around heading back to her bed.

"Close the door behind you it's cold and bright out there." He stepped in closing the door behind him.

"You're cold?"

"No, I just said it's cold out there."

"Right... sorry" he watched her crawl back under the covers into a ball in the nest of pillows on her bed.

"We have extra blankets if you're cold. I can get you some if you want."

"It's fine Dean. Why are you here? You have fun blowing off steam?”

"I didn't do anything. I went to a bar with the intention of blowing off steam but couldn't do it. I ended up beating up some poor sucker up for spilling a drink on me and then I took a very long drive."

"You still intend on—"

"Not really, no. I thought if I could go do that to you then there was nothing to worry about. That I didn't reciprocate your feelings and then all I'd have to do is tell you that and you could move on. But I couldn't do it. Even if it would have been for the better. For you at least… Sam told me either tell you how I really feel or say sorry and goodbye. He thinks you'll leave. You wouldn't would you?"

"I'd still see you guys, just not every day." She could hear him breathe for a few seconds contemplating his reply before he spoke, or rather whispered.

“Y/N, I'm so sorry."

"That's the one you pick huh. You'd rather apologize and say goodbye then just man up and quit lying to yourself. Because at this point, Dean, that's all it is... I guess I couldn't really expect much more huh, but a girl can dream... I've already forgiven you, Dean, if that's all you came here to say then I forgive you. I've forgiven you for everything, even the things you haven't done yet, Dean, you've been absolved.” The sarcasm was evident as was her pain. “Now all that leaves is goodbye. You first, go ahead."

Dean stood there looking at her, teary-eyed, though she couldn't see them in the darkness of her room.

"I'm sorry..." he said again. This time he choked on a sob and she was on her feet in a heartbeat, rushing over to him.

"Dean are you okay?"

"I'm sorry for everything. For not telling you I love you every time I had the chance, for making you think I didn't, for making you feel like you couldn't tell me because I was so unapproachable. Most of all I'm sorry I love you in the first place. I'm sorry I can't tell you to leave and meet someone else, make a better life for yourself. I'm sorry I can't say goodbye and let you go because I'm a selfish, selfish human being." He was sobbing at this point, overtired, a little drunk, and finally breaking under the weight of the information that was now pouring from his mouth.

She looked up at him angry and heartbroken.

"I've only ever wanted you, Dean. I never wanted the perfect husband with a house and a family. I never wanted to be uncontrollably happy. All I ever wanted was you. I wanted you and I wanted for you to be selfish with me. Wanted you to want me and not let anyone else have me. I wanted for you to be the one I fall asleep with. For you to be the one to fend off my nightmares and vice versa. You make it out to be this great big job to be a boyfriend. Saying you want me to be with someone who loves me. Someone who will protect me. Someone who will do their very best to make me happy. Dean, I feel my happiest when I'm with you. I feel safest when I'm with you. I feel the most loved when I'm with you. That's all I want Dean. It's not hard. It's no more than what you already do for me. Just be there for me, Dean. Just love me."

She had angry tears rushing down her face now, her eyes squinted closed. She looked up at him seeing his teary eyes. Though there was a hint of a smile, however sad, on his lips.

"I do."

Was all he said before kissing her. He didn't rush it. He moved closer as slowly as he'd done everything else thus far when it came to her. Testing the waters. When their lips met, time stood still for both of them. That kiss had been the lead character in both their dream for ages and it was finally winning its Oscar. Softer than either could have ever imagined, the kiss was quintessential. Parting as slowly as they had joined she whispers up to him, eyes closed, clinging onto his shirt with both her fists.

"Dean...can we just...go to sleep. I'm really tired. And really cold."

"I thought you said you weren't cold."

"Well I was lying"

"Why would you lie about something like that."

"Because you were freaking out over it before I even said I was and the only way I wanted to get warmer was...well I didn't want more blankets, let's put it that way."

"How do you mean"

"Oh man, you really are dense”

"Hey, what!"

"Can we just...just go back to bed?"

"Of course sweetheart. Did you want more blankets?”

"No Dean I want you in my bed. My personal heater. How on earth do you get all those women to sleep with you when you can't even take a hint?.” Dean, meet light bulb.

"Oh. Oh man, how did I miss that.”

"Just get in bed, you moron."

She took his hand and lead him to her bed moving a pillow or two over for him to have room. Letting go of his hand she crawled back into bed turning to him only to find him standing at the edge, a look of uncertainty on his face.

"Dean?"

“Y/N, I just — once I get in I'm not getting out. Once I do this I'm not leaving. Never. This is it for me. You're it for me. I just want you to be sure. Because there aren't any take-backs. It's a done deal. Please be sure."

She didn't say anything. Instead, she took his hand pulling him into the bed. He lay next to her, still unsure until she rested her hand on his chest feeling his heart rate escalate. She smiled at him taking one of his hands only to put it over her heart.

"You do the same to me, Dean."

He moved his hand up to her face. Trying his best to look confident in her statement trying to believe that this was real and not just a game.

"I'm sure Dean."

His expression didn't change with her reassurance.

"You're not gonna believe it right away. Hell, you may never believe me but, Dean, I’m sure. It might take you some time to start to believe. To realize that I'm not going anywhere, that I'm in it for the long run as well, but I am. Take your time. We have so far, so why rush it now? And don't be afraid to voice your worries. If you're feeling like you don't deserve me then tell me because I'll talk you out of it — or maybe kiss you out of it. If you ever feel unsure of my feelings Dean, ask me or tell me. I'll show you how I'm feeling. Okay. Don't hide. I'm here with you. Can you do that for me?"

All he did was smile, this time a genuine one, and nod. She kissed him a smidge harder than the first, a hardly noticeable difference, and he kissed back immediately.

"Go to sleep Dean. I'll see you in the morning."

She didn't fall asleep nor didn't he, learning each other's breathing pattern and temperature resilience. She had snuggled up to him so tightly you'd think they were one being but he liked it. He felt safe. After hours of drawing designs on hands and chests, he said something. Something she didn't expect to hear maybe ever. He had said it in so many ways already though he hadn't yet declared it to her. It made her heart skip a beat and her stomach do a flip while the rest of her body tensed around him gripping his shirt, though she personally felt like jelly in his arms. Her mind went fuzzy and she felt at that moment that all was right in the world. That nothing could go wrong from then on because no matter what; she had him. She had Dean.

"I love you."

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dannyboyzone · 3 years

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samuel one shot?🥺

Note; This is angst with a happy end, it doesn't have a name, so if you would like to name it, you are free to do so. Since the topic is not specified, I wrote whatever I felt like writing. Y/n will have they/them pronouns so everyone feels comfortable. If you don't, just change it in your head.

TW - Depression, mentions of suicide.

Today has more than 7 billion stories. So many people are experiencing it differently, yet so similarly.

Someone died today, and another person was born. Maybe they will change the world, or destroy it.

A student is celebrating passing his exams, while an adult across the world is crying in their dark room thinking about that they never had the chance to tell their parents that 'hey, I am trans, please accept me.'

Everyone has their own struggles, so why?

Why is Y/n pitying themselves so much? They keep asking themselves that.

They are so stuck up on their own self, just hurting about minor things. Like small sentences, that their old neighbour probably already forgot about. Things their family already forgot about.

Yet they keep asking themselves; Why do they care so much?

Even now, when they are crying their eyes out. Their knees are pulled up to their chest, sitting on the edge of the rooftop. They can't bring themselves to jump off, even though they crave death so much.

Who are they to be in pain so much when others have to go through war, confrontation, missing someone they can never get back?

" AAAAAAAAAA "

Y/n yelled out to the thin air, even though they were sure even people from a few miles away could hear. It didn't really matter though, holding it back was harder than caring for other's around right now.

That what caused them to be a mess anyway, caring for others that much. Running a hand through their hair, they started to rip it and shake their head while continuing to cry.

How pathetic, Y/N thought to themselves, leaving no other option than to repeatedly slap their own cheek.

When no one in this world cares for you, it's hard to care for yourself.

" Hey, are you done putting on a show there? " they were interrupted by a deep, husky voice.

Y/n sniffed and turned around a bit. Hanging one of their legs freely off the rooftop, while resting the other on their lap.

They raised their brow at the sight of the unknown man coming closer to them.

Man.. ? The closer he got, the more obvious it was that he must be a teenager, just really buff.

He still had a bit of baby fat on his cheeks, which was quite cute, as Y/n would think.

It's quite funny though.

The neighbourhood they are in is pretty old, out dated and full of graffiti everywhere. Yet this stranger is wearing such an expensive suit, that doesn't even have a single spot of dust on it.

So, what is he doing here?

Y/n sniffed, while rubbing the tears with their palm away.

" Who are you? "

The boy leaned on the barrier of the rooftop which Y/n was sitting on top of. There were only a few inches between them.

The boy took a glance at the other's eyes, swollen and red from crying. Their eyelashes were stuck together at some parts at the end, it's such a pity.

It would be a lie if he said he didn't check the person's body language out, he didn't care much, but he noticed that they were holding onto the barrier tightly.

He then took out a cigarette from his pocket, placing it in his between his lips.

" Don't you have better problems than that? " , said he, as the cigarette got put on fire.

Y/n ran a tongue through the inside of their cheek, wanting to move closer. They didn't though, as they decided that's not worth it.

They were quite raged, yet calm at the same time.

For the best guess, they wanted to be though. It was quite embarrassing to let a stranger watch your very own melt down, let alone not even be aware of it.

" Well, I have the right to know! After all, you saw more of me than what I am comfortable with! "

" .. It's Samuel. "

" Well Samuel, will you leave? I am trying to do something here! "

Samuel couldn't help but... laugh.

Do something my ass, he thought.

He took a smoke from his cigarette, and looked up at the sky. It was a really sunny sunday, perfect to just sit back and enjoy life. Sadly, not everyone could.

" Go ahead then, jump. "

Y/n blinked, what the fuck?

" Excuse me, how fucking insensitive are you? "

Samuel just shrugged a shoulder, in a nonchalant way. " So what? "

He put his cigarette out, turning his head towards Y/n.

That moment, their face was met with smoke. They couldn't help but cough, it felt so terrible.

This guy, is a complete fucking asshole. How can a person be so.. heartless? It's like there is no soul in their eyes. Truly, no one cares.

Y/n wanted to slap him, but as soon as they raised their hand, their wrist was squeezed. Samuel held their hand in the air, making it feel stuck. Their eyes met, and Y/n got shivers down their spine.

He has to let go, now.

" Someone who wants to die doesn't mind smoke in their face. They will be dead anyway, won't they? "

Y/n was in disbelief, but they could barely hear.

They were so afraid of falling off, they couldn't help but shake.

The ground was so far away, it could kill anyone. If anything were to fall, it would end the lives of the people walking by.

Samuel walked a few steps closer, watching as Y/n's eyes got filled with tears and fear yet again.

" ... You are scared of falling of, now that you don't have anything to hold onto. "

Y/n's head was filled with different kind of thoughts, but what scared them above above anything else, that this guy is right.

There is something in him, that Y/n isn't quite aware of, but finds comfort in. Admitting it is not an option, for now, they kept moving, as much as they could.

" Let go of me! "

With that, their wrist was free again. It had quite a big red mark over it, which didn't matter all that much. It would fade by night anyway.

Y/n immediately faced the door to the stairs, which was quite far away. They backed up, their breath becoming quicker and quicker. Staring down at the people underneath them.

They couldn't move backwards for long, because Samuel stood their, pressing the front of their body to Y/n's back. At least they didn't fall backwards to the cement floor of the rooftop.

" Jump, if you wish so that bad. Don't let me stop you. "

He rested their chin on the top of their head, and slid his hands in the pockets of his pants.

" I don't get you, how am I different? The elderly couple you would fall on, the flower shop owner, the boy drawing graffiti on the walls and that little girl in the cherry socks who had met her dad for the first time today.. they would all see you fall. So why does it matter if I see you?... Actually, don't answer me. It's because you wouldn't have to face them, but would have to remember me. They would all remember you for a life though. "

Y/n shut their eyes tight.

Who the fuck does he think he is?

They were filled with hatred and frustration, moving their fingers on the barrier that they held so tightly onto. Y/n wanted to escape, but quite frankly, they didn't know how to react.

Because the shittiest part of it all? No matter how rough it sounds, he is right. No one likes confrontation, but it doesn't mean it's always a lie.

Jumping off would be no use to anyone here. Maybe sometimes, all of us just want someone to hear the desperate yell of our actions. To pull us back in. The universe may not always serve it as you would expect it though.

Y/n let out a sigh, more so to even their breath, and carry their thoughts in another direction.

" So, what do you want from me? "

" I don't know if you know, but you talk while thinking. Why do you care so much about others? They don't want to be pitied, and some people that are better off from you, have these exact same thoughts and might think of you. But they don't help, like you don't help their situation either. So why not help yourself? "

Huh.. He must break hearts often.

The voice belonging to the cold hard truth was like a river.

It was ice cold, causing either tragedies or beautiful memories.

He stepped back, fixing his messy hair. That was the first time Y/n noticed that his knuckles had bruises on them.

That left a lot of questions, is he a gangster? But he is too clean for that. Maybe a CEO? But what would he do there then?

Y/n could have paced out for a bit, because the next thing they have noticed is Samuel walking down the stairs, back facing them, holding his hand up as a sorry excuse of a wave.

" When you are able to admit that you want a new life instead of death, you can come and I will show you a whole new world. "

Y/n looked down on their hand, taking a glance at a tiny old toy. It was simply a tiny plastic chicken, from a happy meal. It sounds ridiculous, but it was from their father, who seems to spend less and less time with them until the point they became strangers.

They always carried it around, even if it only had a meaning to them and no one else in the world.

Y/n wiped their tear, pulling their leg to the other side of the rooftop, jumping onto it.

" You sure do talk a lot compared to other assholes. " they laughed.

Unknown to what would happen next, they followed Samuel. What's the worst that could happen? At least someone wanted them by his side.

They held onto his suit, just like a lost child would.

" So, are you a gangster Mr Know It All? "

" You will find out. "

END

Outro;

Yeah, this is like.. shitty and makes zero sense our of context. But how would you react to that level of confrontation? I sure as hell don't know.

Also, Sammy went there bc was stressed bc he HAS to find new members for his part of workers.. well guess what happened next 👀

Sorry anon, I feel like this wasn't quite what you wanted, if you want to look at it as romance, if not then do not. I just couldn't imagine Samuel being madly in love, so the machine threw out this I guess. Next time please specify if there is anything you want!

#i will rewrite this in a few months once my abilities become better #this was yikes #eh #i dont know where i wanted to go with thi #lookism #외모지상주의 #samuel #seungeun

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depressedacadamia · 3 years

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Daisies and Distress

Summary: Hazel loves flowers and plants but poor Frank is allergic. What happens when these two get into an arguement about Hazel's precious plants?

A/N: I HAD WRITERS BLOCK BUT I’M BACK BITCHESSS

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If there was one thing that Frank had to say he didn’t like about Hazel, he would say nothing.

But if there was one thing that Hazel owned that Frank hated, it would be the magnitudes of flowers and plants that she owned. Frank could tolerate the plants- after all, they weren’t harming him but when it came to the flowers and in particular, the daisies, he drew the line. Daisies had pollen. A lot of pollen and with one gentle breeze of air, that pollen could be up his nose and the next thing he nose, he’s sent into sneezing fits.

Hazel told him to simply stay out of her cabin. If he didn’t come in, he wouldn’t have to deal with the flowers. However, Frank seemed to object to the idea on the basis that it would mean they couldn’t have their secret kissing sessions. It wasn’t that everyone didn’t know they were dating, for it was almost as obvious as Percy and Annabeth's relationship, it was simply Hazel was raised in a very traditional time. She couldn’t feel comfortable if she knew everyone was watching them together- at most, she could tolerate them holding hands in public or a peck on the cheek.

So here the dilemma settled- either Frank would stop visiting Hazel (something that would never happen in his eyes) or Hazel would get rid of the flowers (something that would never happen in her eyes). Hazel loved her plants. To her, they were a source of beauty that she could create that wouldn’t curse everyone around her- unlike her precious metals.

“I am not getting rid of any of my plants nor flowers for you Frank!” Hazel called out.

“How about just half of the flowers? The really pollen-y ones? Like…” He turned around and pointed at the vast collection of daisies. “All of these?”

“But those are my favourite ones!”

“You could always replace them with another yellow plant right?”

“Daisies are white,” Hazel deadpanned, turning around to face her boyfriend with her hands on her hips. To anyone else, this encounter may seem quite humorous- considering the height difference, a very much petit Hazel whom Frank was almost towering over. That said, Frank did not underestimate her might due to her height- he knew that if she wanted, he could be flat on his back, with her spartha under his throat.

“But they’re yellow in the middle,” He argued.

“The petals of the flower itself are white.”

“But I’m allergic to pollen Hazel! I start sneezing like crazy and my eyes go all red and itchy!”

She shrugged her shoulders and hummed. “So don’t come to my cabin. Simple.”

“But...but….”

Hazel smiled wickedly, her innocence disappearing for a second. “ But what?”

Frank grumbled something unintelligible and Hazel knew she had checkmated him- fair and square. Frank felt hopeless- why was Hazel so relentless on this! As a couple, they spent most of their time in Hazel’s cabin, doing coupley things. Was she trying to tell him something? Frank swore he remembered someone telling him that in a relationship, the other partner always hints what they want. Was this what Hazel was doing now? And if so, what exactly was she trying to say?

Was she trying to tell him that she didn’t want to see him anymore? Was that why she refused to get rid of daisies? Just as Frank was about to raise the question, he looked back up and saw that Hazel was nowhere to be found.

Hazel thought the daisies were starting to look weedy. She did not want to just get rid of them because they had started out gorgeous and beautiful and she loved that they’d close up at night and open in the day but by now, they looked quite… un-aesthetically pleasing.

“What are you doing?” A blonde figure by the door asked. Jason stood there, his eyebrows creasing and his forehead sparkled with perspiration.

“Just trying to get rid of these daisies. I picked them a while ago but now they’re just getting weedy.”

Jason sighed happily. “ Oh thank goodness. I was going crazy from how much Frank ranted about those flowers. I’m sure he’ll be happy to know tha-”

“-Don’t tell Frank anything… for now of course. I don’t plan on letting them be gone for long,” She smiled.

Jason frowned. “ Hazel, what exactly are you on about?”

Hazel gave a heavy sigh, as if she were slightly irritated by the lack of intelligence around her. “Just because I'm getting rid of these flowers does not mean I’m not going to replace them.”

Jason’s mouth opened and then closed and then opened and then closed.

“You look like a goldfish.”

“I don’t like you,” Jason huffed, slightly offended. He happened to think he looked quite handsome. Hazel gave him a sugar like smile before ushering him out of her cabin and letting the soft candle light combined with the setting sun give light to her place.

Hazel had managed to find new daisies, fresh ones that wouldn’t weed up for at least a week or two- if she put fertiliser pellets in their water (she was running low on those). The sun was rising and Frank had not come by her cabin the previous night- which Hazel would have dictated as strange had the recent argument not occurred.

“Can I come in?” A voice echoed along with a gentle knock on the door. Hazel, ready to win, opened the door swiftly; only for the figure to not be Frank. She frowned, confused as to why Leo was even at Camp Jupiter- After all, he wasn’t very welcome considering his first impression on them.

“Uh.. sure?”

Leo, messy as usual, walked in. His hair was in its regular curly state (although Hazel could have sworn that she saw some ends that had clearly been set on fire) and his smile was bright. But Hazel knew Leo and she knew Sammy- when they had that certain innocence to their smile, nothing good could come out of it.

“You look...suspicious,” She started, her hands resting on her hips and her eyes never leaving Leo.

“What?” Leo shrugged. “Just because I’m being nice, you're assuming I have an ulterior motive?”

“I never said you were nice. Nice try though.”

“Offended. Anyway, I’m here because my baby Festus needed to stretch their legs so we went for a ride. Thought I’d say hello before we hopped back to Long Island.”

Hazel frowned. “You came all the way here from Long Island? That’s quite far, isn’t it?”

Leo stayed silent, his back to Hazel; the only sounds being his fingers stretching and his knuckles cracking.

“You said hello to Jason? I know he’d be mad if he knew you came without giving him a heads up.”

“Oh thanks for the reminder.” He paused and turned around. “ How long have you had those flowers? They certainly don’t look like they’ve been here for ages.”

She raised an eyebrow and her arms went to cross over her chest. Something was up. She knew Leo was smart, genius even. Despite that, when it came to plants and flowers, he was as clueless as it gets.

She had seen Calypso’s attempts to teach him nature care but it was clear that Leo was not very good at plants. As a child of Hephaestus, they just didn’t speak to him well, unlike Festus.

“That’s because they haven’t been here for ages. Freshly picked as of yesterday evening,” She informed him.

“How’s Frank?”

“What’s with all the topic hopping?”

Hazel’s eyes shot to Leo fingers fiddling. Yes, it was normal for Leo to fidget, in fact, it would be considered strange if he didn’t but the way he was fiddling now was odd. Hazel knew that Leo would make small contraptions- like pistons or mini electromagnets. But he wasn’t making anything, he was just folding his fingers back and forth anxiously.

“Which one of them sent you?”

“Who! People? Send me? Why would anyone send me here? I came here all on my own accord because they- I mean I, uh, I wanted to say hi!” Leo blurted. She narrowed her eyes. Just as she was to give a response, the door opened.

There was no knock. No warning. It just opened. No one asked for permission. That's what told Hazel that it was Frank. She remembered how she had told him that for him, her door was always open. From that day, Frank had simply walked into Hazel’s cabin as no knock was required.

“What is he doing here?” Frank asked immediately. They both seemed quite startled in his eyes. Leo couldn’t have looked more suspicious with his nervous, fiddling hands and Hazel, well Frank couldn’t even read Hazel if he tried at this point.

“Leo came t-”

“Why is he in your cabin so early in the morning? Did he stay the night? Is that why you kept the flowers? What, to ward me off like I’m some miasma?”

Frustratedly, Hazel facepalmed. “What are you on about?”

“This!” Frank exploded, his hands and arms flying everywhere. He felt like shit, in fact, he hated feeling like this. It made him feel dark- useless and pathetic. Here he was accusing his girlfriend of going behind his back with a guy whom he could trust with all his life because of what? Jealousy? Anger?

“I kept the flowers because I wanted them. Leo visited because the others made him and no! He didn’t stay the night and besides, I was out picking flowers in the evening- you can even ask Jason!”

“I..I…” But Frank had no words. He couldn’t believe he had acted so stupidly all over a couple of flowers but he wasn’t prepared to set aside his ego and accept all the blame- after all, shouldn’t Hazel’s boyfriend mean more to her than a couple of flowers?

Awkwardly, Leo shuffled from foot to foot. “ Ah.. so it seems my job here is done.”

“So they did send you!” Hazel whipped her head towards Leo. He quickly wiggled his way between her and Frank.

“Sorrygottogobye!”

Folding her arms, Hazel snorted, slightly amused. “He really thinks he can get away- doesn’t he.”

“He was always a little more clueless than us all. It’s why Calypso is good for him,” Frank agreed.

“Don’t think you’ve been let off so easily, mister!” Hazel turned on Frank. “ What was that back then? Are you really getting so worked up over some flowers?”

Frank mumbled something inaudible.

“Huh?”

He took a deep breath. “ I said, I don’t wanna have to stop seeing you at night but those flowers are the work of Pluto.”

“Proserpina actually, but close enough.”

“Really? She always seemed so nice,” Frank mused. Hazel cringed.

“You clearly haven’t been to one of our family reunions.”

“It can’t be that bad?” Frank offered. Hazel shook her head.

“Nico has spent more time in the underworld as a dandelion than he has spent as a demigod.”

“Well,” Frank sighed, slightly alarmed. “Now I know to always decline an invite from Proserpina, thanks.”

“Frank, come on! They’re just flowers!” Hazel tried to reason. What if he actually didn’t mind the flowers? What if this was his way of telling her that he didn’t want to be in a relationship anymore? Is that what he was doing? Using the flowers as an excuse?

“Okay. Do you want to break up?” Frank asked bluntly. Hazel could feel her heart drop. Her mouth felt dry.

“Why? Do you?”

Frank could feel his chest spike in pain. Why wasn’t she answering the question? “ No.Of course not! But with the way you’re being so stubborn, I assumed that you wanted to end things and I-”

“-Well I assumed that you wanted to end things with how you’ve been avoiding me like the plague,” Hazel mumbled. Her heart felt so fluttery that she could have sworn that in that moment it became a butterfly and she had to do everything in her power to prevent it from flying away.

“No!” Frank cried, walking towards Hazel. His arms slipped around her and he rested his chin on the crown of her head. He could smell her shampoo and he closed his eyes, relishing in the moment. He could feel his heart but it was no longer racing but instead steady. He felt at peace.

Hazel’s arms wrapped around Frank's waist as she nuzzled her head into his chest. She rested her head there, listening to his frantic heartbeat calm down. She broke the hug reluctantly and looked up at Frank, her eyes wide- innocent like a puppy.

“You’re warm,” She smiled. Frank stared at her lips as they parted into a smile, her entire face brightening. He wanted to melt at the very sight. He leant down and gently pressed his lips against hers. She let out a small squeak of surprise before melting into the kiss against him. Her hands were firmly planted against his chest as his hand brushed against her cheek. She could feel the small calluses on his fingertips from wielding his bow and arrows.

“Does this mean you’ll get rid of the flowers?” Frank whispered.

“No way.” Hazel winked.

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