#and Sam reassured him ‘but you ARE smart and capable and I know you love Rachel and you care about Blaine.’

[blurglesmurfklaine]

I AM ONCE AGAIN THINKING ABUT SERIAL KILLER AU AHHHH

[dragon-kazansky]

Til death do us part | Helmut Zemo

Bodyguard AU! 🕶

Gender neutral reader

Collage by @realremyd

[Next chapter]

Part 1

You drive into the parking lot for Stark Industries. You had worked here for the last three years. Hiring out bodyguards was just a small service he provided among other things these says, but you guys had a whole floor to yourselves, so you weren't about to complain.

You parked, got out, and needed straight indoors. You greeted the receptionists at the front desk and made your way up to the elevator.

Over the past few years you had been working as a bodyguard. You had done many little jobs, providing security for celebrities at award shows, or being hired out to watch over parties and events here and there.

The pay was good and you loved your job. Granted, not every job is exciting and action filled, but you have met lots of wonderful, crazy, and questionable people over the years. You have kicked people out of parties, prevented crazy fans from getting too close, and one time had secure a lockdown for a client whose life was considered in danger one time.

You had plenty of stories to tell.

Today you were on your way in to receive your next assignment. Apparently this was a big job and Stark had put your name on the list. He needed the best he had, and you were one of them.

No doubt he had put Natasha down too.

You took the elevator up your floor and walked out. You headed into the changing rooms to put your suit on. It was important you looked smart for the job.

Once you were ready, you met up with the others in the meeting room at the time they asked you to be there.

Steve Rogers was the first one to greet you.

Steve was the head of the group. He, and his buddy James Barnes, were professionals at this job. They had been bodyguards much longer than you had and had secured the rest of the team over the years. It was Steve who trained you in the beginning.

"Glad you could make it," he says, smiling at you.

"I was told it was important."

"You're right about that. This is probably the biggest job yet, and could be quite time consuming too."

"Well, I'm ready to hear it out."

You take a seat. Bucky joins you. Steve slides a file across to you and you open it. You are presented with a photo and a document.

"This is Baron Helmut Zemo. Sokovian royalty. We've been requested to send bodyguards over while he travels through Europe to better his connections or something. We're not privy to all the details. Sam and Nat are already out there, flew put three days ago. You'll be flown over with Bucky and I'll join you in a couple of days. This is going to be a time consuming job, so keep your wits about you."

"Alright. I'm ready whenever," you say, looking at the photo.

He was handsome, that much you could tell. Brown hair, combed away from his face. Dark brown eyes and a confident aura surrounding him.

"A Baron, you said?"

"Yeah. You'll be situated as Castle Zemo. They'll provide rooms. You'll receive your schedule from Natasha when you arrive."

"Alright."

"You can keep hold of the file," he nods at it. You close it and pull it closer to you.

"When do we fly?"

"First thing in the morning," Bucky replies.

"See you tomorrow."

Steve dismisses you and Bucky. You both leave together. You tuck the file under your arm and walk in sync with your dear friend.

"Royalty. That's a new one."

Bucky chuckles.

"It's definitely going to be a job for the books."

"What's he like, this Baron?" You ask, glancing up at him.

"I don't know much. We're not suppose to."

"Yeah, I know. Aren't you a little curious though?"

"Yeah, I am," Bucky laughs, "but I'm a professional, and I'll keep it that way."

"You say that now."

You both knew you would both look him up because you always did. You both just liked to know a little about the person you were hired to protect. You never let anything you knew get out though. You were both professionals.

"I'll see you later, go eat and I'll be round in the morning."

"See you, Bucky."

You part ways and you go home, picking up some food on the way. When you get home you pull out your laptop and sit down in your living room. You lay out the file beside you and look him up.

Baron Helmut Zemo.

His picture popped up again. Yeah, he was definitely handsome. He lived in Castle Zemo in Novi Grad, Sokovia. That's where you would be stationed tomorrow before he flies out.

There wasn't a whole lot of information online. Just a little backstory on his family line and where Castle Zemo was located. Being a Baron, he was only a low form of royalty. Most of the news was about the decline of Sokovia. The country was struggling, hence why Baron Zemo was making a trip to strengthen connections here and there.

You felt like you understood him a little better, not that you were going to let this affect your job.

You close the laptop and finish your meal.

You wake up to constant buzzing on your phone. You reach out and grab it, answering the call and bringing it your ear.

"Hello?"

"Finally, I'll be there in ten," you hear Bucky say.

"Ten?"

"Ten minutes, get up!"

You sit up and check the time on your phone, its5later than you anticipated. You give a hurried 'see you later' down the phone and hang up, scrambling to get dressed and make some coffee to start your day.

By the time Bucky arrived at your door, you're ready and have a coffee in hand. Even have an extra for him.

Bucky actually looks impressed.

"Let's go."

You both hop into the car and he drives you to the airport, sipping your coffees as you went.

"We'll be spending the night in his home tonight, neither of us are on night duty, we'll be swapping out with Nat and Sam when we get there. We fly out for Paris tomorrow."

You listened to Bucky explain.

"What will happen in Paris?"

"The Baron will be escorted to the hotel, all guards will be present on that floor. Steve will meet us there with the last of the group and the Baron will be taken to his meeting spot."

"Just follow the routine, got it."

"You nervous? This is a big job after all," Bucky glances your way.

"A bit, but I'm going to prove to you all that I have what it takes. Nat trained me herself."

"Hey, we know you're capable. For what it's worth, none of us have ever done a job this big before. It's a first for us all," he smiles at you.

"Then we can do this together."

You both nod at each other.

You settle in for the rest of the ride. At the airport, you both quickly manoeuvre through the building. Bucky has the passports and boarding passes on him. You're both at the gate in time and board the plane with ease.

This was your first time to Sokovia. Your first time in the presence of royalty.

You were beyond nervous.

Bucky places a hand over yours and smiles at you. You smile back. It's all the reassurance you needed.

The plane takes off without delay.

This was going to be the biggest job of your life, and perhaps, just perhaps, your life would change too. You just didn't know what to expect when you got there.

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[wienerbarnes]

Much Ado About Nothing (1/6)

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2,726

Warnings: enemies to lovers, talk of wedding and marriage stuff

A/N: enjoy the first part and let me know what u think!

MAIN MASTERLIST | MUCH ADO MASTERLIST

The ride back to New York feels a lot longer than the ride to Croatia, Bucky decides. HYDRA wasn’t kidding around when they said cut one head off and two take its place, whatever. No matter how hard Earth’s Mightiest Heroes try, there’s another facility that pops up at one point or another.

Bucky tries to think positively; they should be off HYDRA duty, if they keep up the consistent schedule of finding a new facility every three or so months, for a bit now.

“What’s the first thing you guys are gonna do when you get back? I’m gonna get some hot chocolate from the little cafeteria in the main building.” Sam hums from the seat directly behind Bucky.

Bucky’s in the passenger while Steve pilots and he gives his own answer at the same time as Steve,

“Shower.”

“Propose to Sharon.”

A small pause for the boys to ensure they heard that correctly.

“Wanna run that by us again, Cap?” Sam pipes up.

“When we land, I’m going to propose to Sharon.” Steve repeats nonchalantly.

“Since when?!” Bucky asks. He knows for a fact that Steve and Sharon adore each other, but Steve has never brought up marriage once in the time he’s dated Sharon, and clearly he hasn’t done so to Sam, either.

“Listen, I know we haven’t been dating long, but I know I love her and I know she loves me, so, what’s the point in waiting?” He explains.

“Is this about what happened earlier, Steve?” Bucky asks, knowing his best friend all too well.

A bomb was in the facility, of course, and Steve and Bucky tried to disarm it while Sam rallied the rest of prisoners out of the building.

Now, while Steve has obtained most of his training through his serum-fueled muscle memory and military experience over the last few decades, he is extremely lucky. Steve has successfully disarmed twenty-nine bombs throughout his Avengers career. Not a single failure. With no bomb training.

So when he cut one of the wires confidently and the timer started ticking faster, it made him nervous. And it made him even more nervous when he clipped a different wire and the time counter automatically set to zero. He froze in shock and was lucky Bucky was able to fling the two of them out a window and away from the direct blast.

“Okay, so, yeah, maybe I got a little scared. But, listen, it’s not a lie that we lead dangerous lives. Why should I hold back on the things I want if I know tomorrow isn’t promised?” Steve defends.

“Steve, you can’t marry a girl because you’re scared of dying!” Bucky exclaims.

“I’m not marrying her for that, Bucky, I love her!”

“I know you love her, but -”

“But?! -”

“Alright, alright, listen,” Sam interrupts their sibling bickering, “If this is what you want, I’m with you 100%, Cap.” Sam reassures.

Steve gives a thankful smile and looks back to Bucky, hoping for the same.

“You know I’m always on board with you, you punk.” Bucky slaps a hand on his shoulder.

“Thanks, guys.”

“Ah, big man’s gonna be engaged!” Sam throws his hands on Steve’s shoulders, jostling his body in the tiny pilot’s seat, and Bucky joins in on the teasing.

“I’m gonna tell everyone to meet in the hangar for when you ask her.” Sam says, pulling out his phone.

“You’re not gonna tell the Geek, are you?” Bucky groans.

“Of course, I’m gonna tell her. I don’t know why you don’t like her, man.”

Bucky rolls his eyes at the thought of the little lab rat. Sharon’s best friend. A young girl, born and raised in New York though thoroughly traveled through your work experience. Been to over fifty countries offering your expertise to combat cyberterrorism and have helped locate some of the hardest-to-find and worst people in the world.

You act like you’re all that just because you’re considered one of the youngest geniuses in the country and one of the greatest hackers in the world as well as the Avengers’ best tech expert of all time.

Whatever, big whoop, Bucky could care less.

As the jet lands, hugs and cheers are exchanged as the group of friends reacquaint themselves once again after a long mission. After greeting everyone, Bucky hangs on the outskirts of the group, waiting to see how Steve is going to pop his big question.

“C’mon, punk, don’t lose your courage.” Bucky talks to himself.

“I don’t know if you noticed, Bucky, but no one’s listening to you. You can stop talking.” Your voice pipes up next to him.

“Oh, hey, Little Miss Geeky, don’t you have some codes to hack, or something?” He bites at you.

“I told you not to call me that!”

“I told you not to call me that,” Bucky mocks you in a higher pitched voice.

“Geez, how does anyone stand you around here? I don’t get how all the female trainees are infatuated with you.”

“They definitely kiss my ass because I train them and I have the final say on whether or not they move on to second-class training, but even if I didn’t,” Bucky turns to face you now, “They’d still love me because every woman here loves me except for you, it seems.”

“Doesn’t matter anyway, I’m not interested in getting involved with anyone or anything right now, I don’t even know I’m capable of that, anymore.” Bucky finishes.

“Women everywhere are lucky, then. You’d make a horrible boyfriend. I’m glad I have no need for romance, either.”

“Hopefully you keep it that way, any guy that ends up with your catty ass will end up with his face scratched up.”

“Well, if his face looks anything like yours, a good scratching would only make it look better.”

“Alright, alright, enough, you two. Can’t even be civil around each other for five minutes.” Sam interrupts, slinging each of his arms around both you and Bucky’s shoulders, shoving himself in between the two of you.

“She started it.”

“No, he -”

“Stop! He’s about to do it.” Sam shushes you.

“He’s about to do what -”

“Guys, guys, I want everyone’s attention.” Steve’s voice calls out, and everyone quiets down immediately.

Steve turns to Sharon, “Sharon, you are the most beautiful, the strongest, the kindest, and most amazing woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on.” He begins.

“I’ve known for a while now, and I know you have, too, that I love you with every fiber of my being. You make me a better Captain, and a better man every day I’m with you. I truly and deeply believe that you’re my soulmate and I won’t ever find another girl like you in my life. You’re all I’ve ever wanted. So, I don’t want to waste anymore time,” Steve lowers down onto one knee and a few gasps echo from the group.

Bucky sees you slap a hand over your mouth in shock and Sam sniffles beside him. A small smile appears on Bucky’s face, too.

“Sharon, will you make me the happiest man alive, and marry me?”

“Yes, yes, yes! Steve, yes I’ll marry you!” Sharon cries out, jumping into Steve’s arms as he stands again, and the group claps and cheers for them.

They share sweet kiss after sweet kiss, relishing in the new step in their relationship.

Sharon’s voice catches everyone in their celebration, though, “Let’s get married now!”

Collective what’s come from the group of friends that surround them, “Like you said, babe, let’s not waste anymore time!”

“Sharon, if you think you’re not getting the most gorgeous and lovely wedding you deserve, you’re mistaken.” You tell her.

“For once, I agree with Techie, Shar. I mean you don’t have a dress, Steve doesn’t have a tux; hell, the two of you don’t even have rings!” Bucky says.

“I can make it happen in a week.” Tony’s voice booms from the group. Everyone looks to him.

“I can get you guys rings, I can get Sharon a dress, and Steve a suit, I can set up the smaller ballroom for a pre-wedding party for everyone tonight and get the bigger ballroom ready for a wedding by next Friday.” Tony offers.

“Consider it a wedding gift.” He smiles.

Sharon and Steve look to each other before looking back at Tony, “Next Friday it is, then.”

The group goes back to congratulating the newly engaged couple as well as conversing about the future wedding.

...

“Hey, did you guys hear about the rumored wedding?”

Bruce Banner pipes up in the empty lab after returning from downstairs. Well, not empty, of course, but empty of you, the intern’s tech leader in their internship.

“What idiot would want to get married, nowadays?” John pipes up.

The only reason he’s here is because his step-brother, Sam “The Falcon” Wilson insisted on getting him this internship gig. Everyone was always saying how he wasn’t going to live up to his big brother’s legacy, and he hated the fact that that was only ingrained into his existence further by the fact that Sam got him this position.

“Your brother’s best buddy.” Clint Barton enters and answers. Always roaming around the building, he is.

“What, that pretty boy, Steve?”

“That’s the one.” The archer confirms and plops himself down in a spinning chair.

“Huh. And I guess he’s marrying that pretty girlfriend of his? When did this happen?”

“That he is. It happened just downstairs now that they’ve returned from that mission. There’s a party tonight to celebrate.” Banner informs him, hoping the sound of a party will liven the kid’s spirits a bit.

Banner can see the kid’s frustration in living in his brother’s shadow - or feeling like so - and hopes that allowing him the opportunity to make some good memories will make his time here feel a little less miserable. Despite the connection to his brother, John’s incredibly smart for a nineteen-year-old, a teenager, and deserves to have a little play among all his work.

“Hmmm. I think I’ll go. Who doesn't love a good party, right?” John says, satisfying both Avengers in the lab with him.

Meanwhile, John’s fantasizing, he’s going to get into trouble around here.

…

Sharon, Tony, and you sit around a small table in the cafeteria while Sam waits for his hot chocolate across the room.

“If only I could find a guy in between Steve and Bucky. Steve’s too vanilla and Bucky’s too… Bucky.” You say.

“Keep thinking like that and you won’t find anyone.” Tony tells you.

“Well, good. I pray everyday that God doesn’t send me a husband. Ugh, and especially not a guy like Steve or Bucky; I can’t stand those beards.”

“Maybe you’ll find a husband that shaves.” Sharon offers.

“I know I’m not hearing my darling Geeky and husband as topics in the same conversation.” Sam finally joins with his cup of hot chocolate.

“You’re right, you’re not. I’ll start looking for a husband when they make men out of something other than trash. Speaking of which, I know Steve is America’s Golden Boy, or whatever, but you make sure he treats you right.” You say.

“I second that.” Sam agrees.

“I third it.” Tony follows.

Sharon laughs, “Guys, guys, I appreciate it, but I don’t need you guys to have that talk with me, Steve is amazing, and you all know it.”

“Yeah, yeah, anyway, I’m going to go shower for the party tonight, I’ve been holed up in the lab all morning.” You stand and go to exit the cafeteria.

Bucky’s way ahead of you in that aspect, following through with what he said on the jet and retreating up to his room to shower as soon as the congratulations were given to the happy couple.

Showering is a special ritual Bucky follows after a rough mission. Of course, everyone showers after a mission, but Bucky makes his post-mission showers extra special.

He double shampoos both his hair and his beard, lathering them up with a smooth conditioner after, while he washes all the dirt and gunk from his body with a lavender and grapeseed oil body soap.

He applies a face mask while he cleans up any wounds he might’ve sustained on the mission, as well as polishing and scrubbing his metal arm clean. Once he’s finished, he painfully reminds himself that he can’t just sleep for the next sixteen hours. He has to get ready to go to a party.

He sighs to himself, “Let’s get this over with.”

…

Everyone in the ballroom is dressed to the nines for the last-minute engagement party. There’s music, dancing, drinks, and just about everyone that works in the tower is in that room.

The group of friends all find each other eventually, and of course all of the attention is on the future bride and groom. Talk of colors and themes and cakes all overwhelm the couple - the question of whether or not Sharon will wear a garter makes Steve blush.

Quite honestly, they’re on the verge of just eloping downtown and saying to hell with all the parties and festivities.

“Okay, okay, can we talk about something else? I don’t want all this wedding stuff to be the only thing I hear about for the next seven days.” Sharon finally interrupts.

“Okay, what do you want to talk about, Miss Bride-to-be?” You ask.

“Well, how about when you’re going to find yourself a husband?” Sharon teases her friend, knowing how much she despises talking about her own love life, or lack thereof.

“Oh no, absolutely not, not this again. I’m going to get a drink.” You wave her off, stepping away from the group and making your way back towards the open bar.

“I hope I didn’t arrive just as we were talking about relationship stuff.” Bucky says as he arrives and finally finds his friends.

“I’m afraid you did.” Natasha confirms beside Sharon.

“In that case, I’m gonna follow Geeky’s lead and get a drink; I’ll certainly need one for that conversation.” Bucky excuses himself, the shadow of his dark blue suit follows the flow of your navy gown worn tonight; you surely matched by complete accident.

“Imagine if they were married.” Sharon thinks aloud to Natasha.

“Who? Barnes and Geek-a-Chic? Please, they’d kill each other within a week of being married.” Natasha argues.

“I hope y'all aren’t talking about our Barnes and Techie, because there’s no way in hell they’d be caught dead with each other like that.” Sam butts in, Steve by his side.

“C’mon guys, think about it. It’s like opposites attract and all that. Plus, I think they are the only people that are a match for their own wits.” Sharon explains.

“I don’t know, babe. They’re constantly at each other’s necks; I don’t even think they’ve had a normal conversation with each other without insults or bickering.” Steve says.

“I suggest we do the impossible.” Tony interrupts, clearly having had a few too many drinks.

“While we wait for the wedding to come, we are going to set those two up together.” He hiccups.

“Tony, you’re crazy.”

“That’ll never work.”

“I’m with it!” Sam shouts, excited to play along and work with Tony on his shenanigans.

“Atta boy, Sammy! C’mon, Sharon? Nat? Steve? Where’s Clint, I know he’ll be on board with this.” Tony whips his head around in all directions looking for the archer.

“C’mon, guys, it’ll be fun! The worst that can happen is that we fail.” Sam tries to convince.

“I think the worst that can happen is that we succeed! Imagine Barnes and her together!” Natasha exclaims.

“I just want her to be happy. She deserves a good boyfriend and husband.” Sharon says sweetly, Sam words slowly convincing her.

“I agree.” Steve chimes in, wanting the best for his own best friend as well.

The five of them turn towards the bar to see Bucky and their favorite tech nerd pushing and shoving at each other’s shoulders, clearly fighting about something once again.

“Alright, I’m on board. Let’s do it.” Natasha finally agrees.

John watches the happy friend group from a distance. He sees his brother smiling and laughing with his friends; his famous, talented, skilled friends, his friends who are soon going to be married and live happily ever after.

Not if he can help it, anyway.

[o-neillwith2ls]

I've waited for this!

Original/Fanfiction: Fanfiction

Fandom: Stargate SG-1

Rating: PG/13

Warning/ Triggers: none

FYI: The dates coinside with the airing of the eposides, some are a couple of days off but its obvious which one htey are meant to be.

14 July 2000

Carter,

I don't want this to be some soppy letter. I'm not good at expressing what it is I feel inside. I didn't even know until it was almost too late, until I saw you on the other side of that forcefield.

But you already know. I saw it in your eyes, and I wonder how long you've known.

You're smart. You've probably known a long time.

I can't even finish writing it out of fear this will be found, and my selfish feelings will rip you from me.

I promised myself that I won't be the reason your life gets ruined.

So, I'll wait.

28 July 2000

I could have lost you, Sam.

No sooner had we admitted to even a little more than our respective roles, you were mourning the death of the man and symbiote the Tok'ra who once shared your body loved for over 100 years.

I have no way of…. No, I have no right to comfort you.

I could have lost you, Sam.

Why does it feel like I already did?

4 Aug 2000

Sam,

I have something I have to admit and I'm not sure you'll like it.

I mean you did. Like it that is, but I have to bear in mind that it was consequences-free and you knew it.

For a blissful twenty seconds we were consequence-free.

You were surprised, but you soon relaxed; you were in my arms, and we were just two people together.

I'm sorry if my admission embarrasses or makes life awkward for you.

Believe me, it was the last of my intentions. I would never want to make you feel that way.

But I was curious and truly a free agent, and when Daniel pointed out I could do whatever I wanted free of consequence, my first thought was of you.

I think I'm in deep, Carter.

1 September 2000

Thera,

I'm addressing this to you as the man that can. Before too much of the man who can't admit it occupies my mind.

During the last few weeks, I have never been as happy, as complete, then I am with you. You make me happy, not my lack of memories.

I would never be a complete or real person without you.

It meant the world to me that we found each other and shared ourselves with each other.

I am yours whatever my name is.

Jonah.

15 September 2000

I remember a certain Blond Captain once asking me if I died would I regret anything.

Oxygen deprived really gets you evaluating as well as frostbite.

Turns out my biggest regret now would be in not telling you how I feel.

I still can't, so I hope you know I want to show you through my actions.

You came for me, Sam.

I live, because of you.

26 Jan 2001

Withdrawal is hard.

But it took everything in me not to overpower you and just get it over with.

I think there would be some kind of relief to the act, but I don't care for the feeling of regret after. Knowing what I would have done to you.

I might crave you for the rest of my life.

But this is stronger.

I'll be stronger for you, Sam.

29 June 2001

I lost Teal’c.

I can almost see you rolling your eyes at me, trying to comfort me, and tell me it’s not down to me.

But it is.

And I'm scared.

I'm scared next time it might be just as easily you.

I am a liability to your life.

In more ways than one.

Find someone, Sam, who can love you, protect you, and keep you safe. Can do all the things I want to.

Because I can't be trusted to be with you.

10 July 2001

Okay, I didn't expect you to move on that quick.

Or has it been slow?

Have you been trying to get over whatever it is we had? Of course, you're not as emotionally invested in this as me.

You have options.

Everyone who meets you loves you.

And this alien guy, Orlin, sees you for all the beautiful and wonderful things you are, and he got share it with you.

I want to be happy that you're loved.

I wish – no I didn't wish it were me.

I feel so selfish. I didn't believe you at first and you had to let go of something you wanted. You were caught… between saving the world or your own butt, of course you chose the former.

You… you'd give this world your heart on a platter.

And you had to do it alone.

I'm sorry, Sam.

7 September 2001

I lost you. Again.

All my fears rolled into one.

And it wasn't out there in the big wide void of space.

They took you here! From outside your gym!

I remember when I heard that gunshot which killed Charlie.

And then the memory of that dread spread through my body that day… that same dread overtook me.

We found you in the nick of time.

I don't know what I would do if they took you away from me now.

Because I love you.

2 March 2002

I won't lie. Today was a good day.

It wasn't because I got to tease the cadets into believing I'm a terrifying Colonel, although that was pretty spectacular.

It was a good day, because you stood by my side, you were with me and, to them, we might as well have been equals in rank in their eyes. And, Sam, that was a great feeling.

I love making you smile and laugh. I love we have lots of in jokes which scared the pants off those kids. I love--all of it.

I wish I could tell you.

15 March 2002

I love it when you're all happy and smiling.

But, Samantha Carter, there is something which turns me on so much and that’s when you're rightly indignant and you march on and prove them wrong!

Not only do I love it, but it saved Teal’c's life today.

Never stop being you.

17 May 2002

You want me to talk. To acknowledge my pain somehow.

I wish I could. If only for you, Sam.

I don’t think I can't verbalise the way I feel for you, not even those three simple words ‘I love you’ covers it.

Daniel brought me back from a precipice. One, I was sure had no route of escape. Yet he talked me from the edge. Even when he lived on Abydos for a year, he was the reason I didn't jump.

He was so full of hope and faith, and those kids I lied for.

They deserved to live.

Just like my Charlie.

So, I protected them as best as I could.

I protected Daniel, as best as I could.

And I still failed him. Failed them.

For all I love you, everything I love, dies.

I can't lose you, Sam.

So, I'm letting you go first.

19 July 2002

"I know I said I was letting you go. But I can't. The Tok'ra which they gave me looked inside of me and saw what I would do to protect you, and I ended up being tortured without the Tok'ra the wimp, who ran at first sight of trouble. Clearly, he didn't learn enough.

I'd do it all again to save you.

23 August 2002

I hate that the ship was taken from under our noses.

I love that you willingly sacrifice yourself to save the planet. I love that you don't think of yourself, that you would carry out exactly what is needed of you. I love you for holding out with no weapons, no way out until I got to you.

For all I love all this about you.

Please don't do it again.

Don't sacrifice yourself for this world.

Nothing in this world is worth that much.

24 Jan 2003

Thank you for believing in me so much.

I never quite say it, but I'm glad you're my second. I don't think anyone would willingly put their lives in my hands like you do.

It speaks volumes of the kind of trust we have. You knew without evidence, even though you've seen what I'm capable of.

Just thanks.

7 February 2003

It's like it's an annual thing! They try to take you from me. Your head on my shoulders, my heart in my throat. I could do nothing to save you.

The thought of losing you now to some psychopathic lunatic of a snake--

Losing Daniel was hard. Almost losing Teal’c was painful.

Losing you would be unbearable.

14 March 2003

A lot has gone on lately.

Daniel has helped ascend Abydos.

It's a painful reminder of where we all started, how this all started. It’s hard knowing I won't see Skaara again. I won't see him grow or raise a family. I won't see any of those kids again, and yet, they aren't dead and gone.

They've ascended, and if they're anything like Daniel, they'll show them how it should be done. It'll be good to have good people up there.

And yet in all of that, I think Skaara was trying to set us up! It's a sad case of affairs when I can't hide how I feel for you from a kid inviting me to his wedding!

But you didn't seem disgusted, you just seemed distant from the idea of us being romantically linked, jumping to "friends". I suppose it's not so terrible being your friend, it has led me to the conclusion that you no longer care for me the way you once did.

That's okay.

I want you to live your life. You're amazing inside and out, any man would be lucky. It's a shame, that's all. I wanted it to be me.

16 Jan 2004

I know it's been a while since I've written anything.

I thought I had started to get over you. Turns out the minute you go missing, I go crazy!

And T told me when Colonel Maybourne and I were stranded off world, you despaired at the thought of never seeing me again.

And I hoped -- I hoped you still wanted me, like I wanted you, but when we found you--I don't think you did.

I have to give up now, but if you ever find these letters, know that I will always be there for you. I will always care for you, if you need me, I'll always be by your side.

30 January 2004

It's bittersweet when you finally took my advice and found someone away from all this.

I always hoped it would have been me, but as long as you're happy -- I'll be happy for you, because you deserve the best in life -- and that's definitely not me.

I hope this guy is that guy.

I hope he gives you all you deserve.

6 February 2004

It scares me when I lose you. I've said it so many times in these letters, but it doesn't make it any less true. So, when you went missing at the Alpha site, even dad didn't believe you could still be alive.

I'm surprised. I thought he knew you better, if anyone can keep going to the last millisecond it's you, Carter.

Can I tell you something? When we found you all bruised and broken, you asked me to sit with you. I sat beside you and gathered you for a hug. It was to reassure myself. that you were alive, and real. Selfishly, I knew it was one of the only places your boyfriend wouldn't find us. Because I wanted you to myself, just to be sure you were safe.

20 February 2004

I should be telling you to talk to your boyfriend about this.

Not the specifics, but the situation.

That your best friend is dead. and your boss almost died too. I should be saying to you he can help; he'll understand how rough it is on you.

But I couldn't deny you. Never could.

When you stood in front of me crying telling me you were glad I was okay.

It felt like so much was not said, and we didn't confirm or deny anything, and maybe this physical barrier of a having a boyfriend was enough to let me comfort you as a friend.

Just a little bit, just a hug a little, and why I lied to myself when I spent the night with you as a friend when I really wanted more but that’s not what I told myself.

That it’s nothing but professional concern.

You have a boyfriend after all.

18 March 2004

I have so much to tell you. So much I want to say.

When you ‘dropped by’, I knew.

And I stopped you. Because that line has been drawn and neither of us would cross it.

I worried you were saying it because my life would end soon and you felt as though you should admit it, after all there would be no consequences.

But I know that sort of love.

Admitting with no consequences only makes you regret having not said it sooner.

I want to die, knowing I haven't caused any sort of regrets for you.

If I go now, promise me you’ll love him with all of you.

That you will be happy.

And there are no regrets.

Comdo.

20 August 2004

Sam, I think this will be my last letter.

You asked me, as if … as if I could change your answer.

Don't you understand?

I don't want to change anything about you.

I want you to be happy. It's my only desire, my one wish for you to be.

The world could go down in flames, but as long as you were happy and safe then it would be okay.

It felt like you were looking for validation of your emotions, of your thoughts and feelings, like you had to be sure I didn't love you and I do but I can’t tell you!

But telling you to drop your relationship, to change your mind and pick me… is selfish and self-indulgent.

To believe I could be worth it for you and let you wait for something that might never happen!

I can't do that to you, Sam, because I love you.

I've already lost you! You’ve moved on without me. And there’s no way back.

But for you, I'd endure it all.

Because you're worth it.

08 March 2005

It feels like I cheated on you.

You're not mine to love, I know it.

I'm with a beautiful, free to love woman and I feel like I cheated on you.

I shouldn't even be thinking it, never mind writing it.

15 March 2005

You're lying asleep beside me, in my bed, completely naked.

It's three in the morning and I can't sleep.

I should want to sleep, but I don't want to.

And I don't want to miss a single second!

Eventually I'll succumb to a quiet slumber, and, in the morning, you'll wake, we'll repeat last night then we'll sleep.

Together.

You picked me.

And I got to tell you. I can finally say those three little words.

I love you!

So, for now, I'm savouring it.

Remembering each little detail and storing it in my heart.

Because I've waited for this, and it was worth the wait.

-------

"Hey Sam, I'm just popping out to the store because we're all out coke and beer--" He called out as he walked into the bedroom, and when he did stop suddenly to see her sitting in the middle of their bed surrounded by those pieces of paper he had recorded those letters on, and the shoe box that had been their home for years.

He looked at her and saw she was crying. For a moment, he was shocked. Too surprise to move. His voice and thoughts fought to be in sync.

Her voice was thick with suppressed emotions and she stammered in shock. "I'm sorry. I was looking for my tennis shoes when I found this under the bed. I only opened it to check if we hadn't missed throwing this out at our last move. But then I saw the letters--"

"Were all addressed to you." Jack said swallowing as he carefully sat on the bed trying not to crumple them. "So, I guess it's only fitting--"

"They're love letters!" She cried. "It's our love story. All of it, the messy, the tender, everything it's here."

Jack looked at her for a moment before he asked, "Is that okay?"

She nodded before she reached over the letters that were strewn over the bed, wrapped her arms around his shoulders, and hugged him.

"I've never had a love letter before." She told him.

"Never?" He asked surprised.

Sam shook her head. "This -- this is so romantic!" She sputtered. "I love you, Jack." She eventually whispered before she pulled away. "You waited."

He looked at her and wiped away her tears. "Yeah." He said softly.

"Am I still worth it? The wait?" She asked him.

Jack smiled and was amazed again at her humility. "I don't regret a single second."

[visionsofus]

Hi! I am absolutely obsessed with your SV stories - you are an amazing writer. If it's possible to make a request... a ff about the rest of the team forcing Wanda and Vision to acknowledge their feelings <3

hello! thank you for this fic request! you could say I took it and ran way too fast with it. anyway! it's called 'call it what it is' and I've planned for this to be 4 parts long ☺️ here's the first part and I hope you enjoy!

Call it what it is - part 1

synopsis: The pining between Wanda and Vision is starting to become a problem. The rest of the Avengers are sick of the tension that has them walking on eggshells, though the pair seem oblivious to it. Tony and Natasha lead an effort to send Wanda and Vis on a getaway disguised as a ‘mission’, complete with lush beaches, smart dinners and a bed that is the perfect size for a couple. With Wanda and Vision resigned to 72 hours in each other’s presence maybe it’s finally time to call their relationship what it is.

read on AO3 ~

“I think everyone knows why I’ve gathered you here today.”

The team stared at Tony apprehensively. He paused; his hands folded as he sat before them at the head of the briefing table. Nat was by his side, rolling her eyes at such dramatics.

“It’s about Wanda and Vision,” Tony continued, looking around at everyone meaningfully. A few shoulders slumped in relief at this, everyone had been a little high strung lately. They had big weapons bust happening in a few weeks that had taken months of careful work.

“Is something wrong with them?” Steve asked, his eyes sharpening in concern. He glanced over his shoulder cautiously as though expecting the pair to enter the room at that exact moment. But they were cleverly tucked away and distracted by Friday in a different part of the compound.

“I wouldn’t put it that way,” Tony said, “but I’m sure you’ve all noticed the tension between them.”

The table broke out in noises of agreement, Sam in particular made a rather loud exclamation of exasperation. Yes, everyone had definitely noticed. It was hard to keep a secret when you lived and dined with your colleagues. Not that Wanda and Vision were very good at keeping their attraction a secret.

“You know I was in the kitchen with them the other day,” Rhodey said, and everyone turned eagerly to listen, “and I kid you not there was electricity literally in the air. Wanda handed Vision a plate to dry, barely brushed his hand and boom! All the kitchen lights went out.”

“I saw them training the other day,” Sam chimed in, “and I felt like I needed to go bleach my eyes afterwards. Every time they touched it was so –” he shivered as he spoke “—tender.”

“So, you get the problem then?” Tony said.

“Not really,” Steve replied, he’d smiled at Sam and Rhodey’s stories but became serious. “It seems like it’s their business Tony, I don’t know if any of us should be butting in.”

Tony nodded in understanding, stroking his chin in consideration. “I’m not one to get in the way of young love. But they’ve been getting careless in training, distracted. We can’t afford any big accidents next month just because Wanda’s got the hots for my boy.”

Nat snorted. “Your boy is half the problem, don’t forget.”

Tony continued, unphased. “The idea is we send them away on a simple mission, and they can,” he made a convoluted gesture with his hands, “and then they come back ready for work again.”

Rhodey looked at Tony in mild disgust. “What the heck is this?” He imitated the hand movements.

“I think that goes beyond words,” Tony said, eyeing Peter purposefully. The kid had sat quietly throughout the whole discussion, fiddling with the moleskin journal he carried round the compound with him. Maybe Tony needed to remind him he’s not actually an intern again.

“Uh, it’s okay Mr Stark,” Peter said looking around as though he wasn’t quite sure he was allowed to speak, “I’ve already had the talk.”

Tony sighed something between exasperation and fondness. “Great, kid.”

“Back to the plan,” Natasha prompts and with a few taps on the tablet before her the report appeared on the big screen spanning one wall of the room. “This is the target, Stevie Vern. She’s going to be in Santa Monica next week for a wedding, so we’ll put Wanda and Vision in the same hotel.”

“Isn’t it a bad idea to put them on a mission while you’re trying to get them to address their... tension?” Sam asked, his phrasing delicate.

“That’s the thing,” Tony continued, “we already know everything we can from Vern, but we’ll tell Wanda and Vision that their job is to figure out why she’s in California, see if she’s meeting another buyer, that sort of thing.”

“We already got the intel this morning that Vern is only there for a wedding, relatively speaking, she’s not that big a player,” Natasha finishes, folding her arms.

“Still seems risky,” Rhodey frowns.

“To be frank, right now they are useless to us and themselves,” Tony said honestly. Tony could see everyone thinking things over and even Steve seemed to resign himself to the necessity of the plot. “We do this, help them address their shit and then everyone is fighting fit for next month’s operation.”

Steve pulled Natasha aside as everyone left the room to return to their daily routines.

“I’m not sure about this,” he said quietly, leaning against the doorway and frowning in consideration.

“I wasn’t either, until Tony convinced me,” Natasha said, looking after their teammates as they trailed to the stairs, some going down to the training rooms while others continued to the kitchen for lunch. “He asked what I thought about their relationship, and I told him I think they’re good for each other, but not as they are now. Wanda barely sleeps some nights; I hear her pacing from my room. Vision’s been getting careless the last few weeks; he’s gets too caught up in keeping an eye on her that he forgets to do his job properly.”

Steve looks at the ground as he took her words in. Natasha continued solemnly. “It seems light-hearted now, but if anything were to happen...”

“They could hurt each other, get careless during a mission and hurt someone else,” Steve finished her thoughts aloud. It was a sobering consideration and something they both hated to think their friends capable of.

“I trust Wanda, but I don’t always trust her power.” The admission hung heavy in the air. “If anything were to happen because of a careless error on her part, she’d never forgive herself. This feels like a way to at least help with one part of that carelessness.”

“You’re right,” Steve sighed. “Damn, I hope this goes okay though.”

“Come on,” Nat said putting a hand on his arm as they started towards the staircase. “Nothing is going to go wrong. I’m sure we’ll all be laughing about this years from now.”

“I admire your optimism,” Steve mumbled, trudging up the stairs after Natasha

Remarkably, when dinner arrives Sam, Rhodey, Tony and Nat had roused themselves to join Wanda and Steve in the kitchen. She’d helped him cook the spaghetti bolognaise and guessed that it was the smell of the spices and stewing meat that brought everyone up to the dining table. Vision was sat at their already, having spent the half hour in the lead up to dinner with his nose buried in a book. At least Wanda thought he was reading; it was difficult to tell when he was so still, and the pages turned so slowly. For all Wanda knew, Vision was miles deep in his head scouring the internet. He had become frustratingly difficult to read.

With everyone sat around the table, Steve began serving at the same time that Tony set his tablet down in front of Wanda’s plate.

She looked between Tony and the screen in confusion, mostly just wanting to eat her steaming bowl of spaghetti. It had been a long day, after an even longer, sleepless night. But Tony gestured for her to look closer and so she did.

“It’s your next mission.” Tony said, twirling his fork around and scooping up spaghetti and sauce.

Wanda frowned.

“Santa Monica, target is Stevie Vern.”

Wanda hummed curiously, still a bit confused, but excited at the prospect of traveling to the other side of the country. She scrolled through the in-depth report Tony had given her. It was pages and pages long, filled with background information on the target all pertaining to the big weapons deal the team was planning to crash in just two weeks time. It was an important task then, she decided. Wanda hated to admit it but having Tony trust her with it made her feel a tiny bit proud. As she came to the end of the file she frowned; there was a pair of return plane tickets.

“Who’s going with me?” Wanda asked.

“Vision,” Natasha replied for Tony as he held up a hand, mouth filled with food. He nodded in confirmation.

Wanda’s stomach dropped even as her heart fluttered at the potential. A trip? With Vision?

“Me?” Vision asked, sounding just as surprised as Wanda felt.

“Is that going to be a problem?” Tony asked.

“Of course not.” Vision’s response was so quick that it sounded false, even to Wanda’s ears. Everyone else around the table had suddenly become conveniently interested in their food.

“Why us?” Wanda asked. Though she really wanted to know why it was only them assigned to the mission. She’d never been on a solo mission so far from the Compound before and she couldn’t help feeling a little bit suspicious. Why was Tony pairing her up with Vision? They certainly hadn’t had the best track record recently.

“Because we can’t afford to send anyone else,” Tony supplied casually. “And you have the perfect cover to figure out why Vern is in Santa Monica. The official words is she’s there for a wedding but we think there’s more to it than that. You and Vision can easily blend into the resort and pretend to be a couple on a honeymoon or something.”

“Excuse me?” Wanda choked out.

“We’ll do what?” Vision exclaimed at the same time.

“We’ve all been undercover for missions before. And no one will ever question you two being an item,” Natasha said, meaning to sound reassuring but missing the mark.

Wanda tried to ignore the warmth on her cheeks at that and the sly look Nat sent her. Biting back a snide comment, she stuck her fork into the spaghetti and began to eat. Vision asked more questions as they ate, what exactly they were expected to do once in California and how they were going to get their intel, but Wanda struggled to pay attention.

It wasn’t until later that evening as she packed a small bag that Wanda came to terms with the face that the trip was really happening. She was going to spend three days interstate with the very person she’d spent four months desperately trying not to fall for.

Everything was going to be fine.

Fine.

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Until Dawn Breaks II

Darkness Shall Reign.

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Dean insisted on driving through the night.

Not that you were against it, but you found yourself a bit put out when he didn’t let you drive his (very nice) ride. Bobby had helped you fix, and drive, many cars that he’d repaired. It was one of your favorite past times, besides hunting of course. 

“If you’re getting tired…” You singsonged, watching the man in the driver’s seat closely.

“Not going to happen, princess,” he shot down, looking oddly agitated.

You chewed your lip thoughtfully.

Despite the easy atmosphere between the two of you, and the steady conversation, you could tell Dean was worried about something. He’d mentioned heading to California to make a stop before beginning the search, and from what Bobby told you of the younger Winchester brother, you knew why.

Clearly, he was apprehensive about seeing his brother. Not that you blame him, it had been quite a while.

You cleared your throat.

“So, tell me about him,” you decided, leaning against the passenger side window.

You hoped by keeping your gaze on your surroundings rather than on him you might relieve some pressure.

“Who?” Dean asked.

Even though you’d only known him for a day and some change, you knew he was perceptive enough to know just who you were talking about.

“Your brother,” you replied. “Sam.”

“He’s a pain in my ass,” Dean grumbled, though you could detect the hint of a smile in his words. After a thoughtful pause, he continued. “Real smart, you know. And he’s… I don’t know, he’s got a way with people. Nice, really.”

You chanced a look at Dean, not surprised to see pride in his eyes. You could tell how much he loved his brother. It helped you to understand why he’d be so hesitant to see him now.

“Are we going to stop somewhere and visit in the morning?” You inquired, furrowing your brow at the very large sign that read ‘Stanford University’.

“No,” Dean answered, “We’re going to break in.”

You didn’t miss a beat, expecting something like that from the hunter beside you.

“Picking locks and going through the front door or slipping in through the window?”

Dean chuckled.

“I like you.”

You shrugged and shot him a playful wink.

“I’ve done my fair share of sneaking around,” you offered as you pulled into a parking spot.

Dean let his car run a moment longer as he met your gaze.

“Oh yeah? And what’s Bobby think of that?”

You both share a laugh, mostly because Dean is more than well aware of how Bobby views you, and he would not take too kindly to the thought of you sneaking around.

“Let’s see what you got, old man,” you teased as the two of you crept up to a fire escape.

He pulled his brows up in mock offense.

“I’ve got plenty,” he assured you, hoisting himself up onto the ladder.

You followed his steps, albeit far quieter. What was that saying about strict parents and sneaky kids? At this point, you were the poster child for that.

Not a word was exchanged between the two of you as Dean eased open the window. He gestured for you to enter, which you did gracefully, only for him to knock over a lamp as he jumped inside.

You stifled a laugh, leaving him on his own as you kept to the shadows. A very large man, who you could only guess was Sam, engaged Dean. There was a short altercation, which you’re sure Dean would’ve won had it prolonged, before he muttered, “Woah, easy tiger.”

Sam pulled back.

“Dean?”

The shithead on the ground had the audacity to laugh. You bit your lip to not give yourself away.

“You scared the crap out of me!” Sam proclaimed.

“That’s cause you’re out of practice.”

You watched with an amused smirk as Dean was thrown to the ground by Sam.

“Or not.” He murmured, a quick look in your direction.

You were smirking victoriously, having still not been spotted.

“Get off of me.”

Sam obliged, helping Dean to his feet. Deciding you’d soaked in your victory long enough, you cleared your throat.

Sam jumped, his head whipping towards where you were standing. Clearly, he had no idea you were there before then.

Dean frowned at that.

“Who’s this? And why are you here?”

You opened your mouth to reply, but Dean beat you to it.

“That’s (Y/N),” he said, brushing invisible dirt off himself. “Bobby’s uh… yeah.”

You didn’t even bother hiding your laugh at that one.

“Nice to meet you,” you smiled. “I’ve heard a lot about you. Good to put a face to a name.”

He shook himself from his stupor. “Likewise.”

Your conversation was interrupted by the sudden appearance of overly bright lights. You blinked a few times to regain your sight.

“Sam?” A softer, distinctly feminine voice called out.

The voice in question belonged to a woman who looked about the same age as Sam. Her eyes were bleary, a sure sign she’d been sleeping only moments ago.

“Jess. Hey. Dean, (Y/N), this is my girlfriend, Jessica.”

You gave her a polite smile. Truth was, you didn’t know if she knew anything about hunting or not, and you were not going to be the one that opened that can of worms if she didn’t.

“Hello,” you greeted, hoping you sounded friendly enough. Exhaustion was starting to creep up on you, and you found yourself wishing that you’d stopped by after a night of rest.

“Wait, your brother Dean?” She asked after answering you with a smile of her own.

Sam nodded, looking distinctly uncomfortable as Dean took a step closer to her. His lips were pulled up, and you could already guess what he was about to say.

“Oh, I love the Smurfs.” He nodded, eying her shirt a bit too closely. “You know, I gotta tell you. You are completely out of my brothers league.”

You groaned.

“I am so sorry,” you apologized on the older Winchester’s behalf, knowing she probably didn’t care to hear what he had to say.

“Jealous?” Dean teased, a twinkle in his eyes.

“Only of the girls who don’t have to talk to you,” you shot back, focusing back on Sam. “We have something to talk about.”

“Right,” Dean agreed, turning towards his brother. “Gotta borrow your boyfriend here, some private family business to discuss.”

Dean turned to go, expecting Sam to follow, but he shook his head instead.

“No,” he argued, wrapping an arm around Jess.

You bit your lip out of habit, knowing that things were probably going to get very awkward very quickly if she wasn’t accustomed to Sam’s hunter life.

“Whatever you want to say, you can say it in front of her.”

You cough.

“Um, maybe it’s best if-”

“Fine.” Dean relented, and you shut your mouth with a click. You weren’t about to broach this topic with a fifty foot pole, but if he wanted to you wouldn’t stop him. “Dad hasn’t been home in a few days.”

Sam blew out a breath, obviously expecting something worse.

“So he’s working overtime on a Miller Time shift. He’ll stumble back in sooner or later.”

Dean straightened himself up a bit, willing his brother to understand without saying it in so many words.

“Dad’s on a hunting trip. And he hasn’t been home in a few days.”

Though he stood stock still, you could see the moment it registered in his eyes.

“Jess, excuse us. We have to go outside.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. You were already out of the door by the time the two Winchester brothers followed.

Deciding the conversation was best left to family, you made your way back to the Impala. If you were being honest, you were very jealous. Bobby hadn’t really let you keep any of the cars you’d worked on, and hunting didn’t exactly leave you with a full bank account. So, you were stuck driving some less than stellar cars whenever you could.

The Impala though, that was a nice car. And cars were something of a passion for you. You ran a hand down her sleek, black frame longingly.

Maybe when you and Dean became better friends he’d let you actually drive her. Though, you had a feeling that was just a pipe dream. He seemed very resolute on who drove her. That brought a frown to your face.

Briefly, you wondered what she looked like under the hood.

Clearly Dean had worked on her more than a few times, and she sounded like heaven when she drove. A girl could dream, and boy did you.

Your thoughts must’ve shown on your face, because Dean laughed when he and Sam approached you.

“The answer is still no.”

“Don’t listen to him,” you whispered conspiratory with the fine machinery near you. “One day.”

Sam had an amused look on his face, which was a stark difference between the expression he’d held only seconds ago. Dean cast one more glance to his brother before he moved to the trunk of his car, propping it open with a shotgun.

There was a stockpile of weapons in the trunk of the Impala, filled with all of the basics and some of the more difficult to find tools for hunting. You’d perused through the selection once already when you placed your own weapons back there.

“Where the hell did I put that thing?” Dean asked himself, sorting through the clutter.

Sam looked up to you, obviously a little unsure. You gave him a reassuring smile, knowing just how rough it was to leave hunting behind. Bobby had tried to get you away from it a few years ago after a particularly bad hunt, but you hadn’t been able to make it more than a couple of weeks before you were pulled back in.

“So, when dad left why didn’t you go with him? And when did you come along?” The second question was directed at you.

“I was working my own gig. This, uh, voodoo thing, down in New Orleans.” Dean answered his portion of the question, only really half paying attention.

“Dad let you go on a hunting trip alone?” Sam blurted before you had a chance to reply.

“I’m twenty-six, dude.” 

“Old man,” you muttered with a wink. Dean frowned. “Anyways, Dean picked me up a little over a day ago.”

“And Bobby is fine with you hunting with just him?” Sam nodded to his brother, a curious brow quirked.

You shrugged.

“I’m twenty, and more than capable,” you assured him.

They, of course, didn’t have to know about all the times you’d had to beg Bobby in the past to let you go hunting on your own. He was very firm on making sure you were safe, and having a seasoned veteran was safe in his book. Sam and Dean Winchester were not considered veterans to him.

“All right, enough chit-chat. Here we go. So Dad was checking out this two-lane blacktop just outside of Jericho, California. About a month ago, this guy.”

Dean handed Sam a paper. He’d already briefed you on the case during the drive. To be honest, it seemed a bit… lackluster. You’d seen John Winchester in action, and he was a powerhouse. There was no way in hell this case took him down. It really just seemed like a salt and burn.

“They found his car but he vanished. Completely MIA.”

“So maybe he was kidnapped,” Sam suggested, and you could see his hesitance in his words.

He didn’t believe it, not really, but he didn’t want to get involved.

“Yeah, well here’s another one in April.” Dean tossed another paper his way. “Another one in December 04, 03, 98, 92, ten of them over the past twenty years. All men, all the same five-mile stretch of road.”

As Dean fiddled with a tape recorder, you piped up.

“My guess is some man did a woman dirty and she’s taking it out on these unlucky bastards.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time,” Dean agreed, finally able to get the recorder working. “It started happening more and more so Dad went to dig around. That was about three weeks ago. I hadn’t heard from him since, which is bad enough. Then I get this voicemail yesterday.”

You remembered very clearly the change in Dean’s demeanor before and after hearing what he had on the recorder. He had been worried, but he was able to talk and act like nothing was wrong at all. Then, the minute he’d heard it, he’d sped up and refused to stop for anything. His apprehension was visible, and you found yourself carrying the conversations.

“Dean…” The garbled voice of the Winchester patriarch spoke. “Something big is starting to happen… I need to try and figure out what’s going on. It may… Be very careful, Dean. We’re all in danger.”

“Now play the rest of it,” you reminded him.

Sam didn’t look particularly phased, and you knew he must’ve realized there was EVP on it.

“I can never go home,” a soft, particularly feminine voice spoke. She sounded sad.

Sam echoed the words as Dean put everything back in the trunk and closed it up. He looked so casual standing there like that, and briefly you thought he might even look better than his car.

“You know, in almost two years I’ve never bothered you, never asked you for a thing.”

You’d known that, of course, but it still surprised you. When Dean talked about Sam it was very obvious how much he cared for his brother. To think he had gone two years without talking to him was crazy.

“I’ll go.” Sam confirmed. “But I have to get back first thing Monday. Just stay here.” 

“What’s first thing Monday?” Dean asked, mirroring your own thoughts.

“I have an interview.”

Dean, ever the insensitive one, said, “What, a job interview? Skip it.”

“That’s not how job interviews work,” you laughed.

“No, it’s a law school interview, and it’s my whole future on a plate.”

“Oh damn,” you commented. “Good luck with that.”

“Law school?” Dean questioned aloud, a smirk on his face.

“We got a deal or not?”

Dean let the offer simmer in the air, looking for all the world like he wasn’t going to answer. You rolled your eyes.

“First thing Monday, you got it,” you assured the younger Winchester. He gave you a smile and a nod before he turned on his heel to walk back to his apartment.

“So, you’re calling the shots now?”

You shrugged.

“If he wants to be a lawyer, good on him.”

Dean scoffed. Clearly, he didn’t agree with your mentality, but he left it at that. He slid into the driver’s seat, and you got into the back. Sam was far too large to be trying to fit into the backseat.

There was a tense silence while you waited for Sam, and an even more awkward one when the younger brother entered.

The rest of the night and into the next day continued in the same way.

You were getting a few scattered hours of sleep when you could, but your dreams made it difficult to actually rest.

[psyched2b]

Bawcock

Summary: A glimpse into the domestic/semi-retired life of Bucky Barnes where there’s no such thing as too much sass or love.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: Some swear words; mentions of blood and gore; little bit steamy towards the end

A/N: Here is is! After over a year and four months of nothing new, here we go. Thank you to everyone who has stuck around! A special thanks goes out to @thinkwritexpress-official​ for all her help in making sure this wasn’t a mess and beta-ing for me. Another huge thank you to @mermaidxatxheart​ for supporting me through all the ups and downs of this and convincing me not to throw myself or my computer in a dumpster and set it on fire. Anywho, please enjoy! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated!!!

Masterlist

It was one of those quiet days that Y/N treasured. 

All that was left to do was to wait for Bucky’s return. 

That, and to settle into Bucky’s worn leather armchair that they found at a consignment shop, grab her new book by her favorite philosophical author, and engross herself in the thoughts of another.

It had been over a week since he had left with AmericanAirline, otherwise known as Steve Rogers and Sam Wilson, on a mission to some undisclosed place. 

Having the house to herself had been nice. It gave her time to pamper herself a bit and also to have some much needed girl time with Wanda.

However, if her fiance was going to be any longer, she would have to go ahead and get started on their ‘dream’ garden. They had to get their seeds sown before it was too late in the season. Bucky, nonetheless, was adamant before he left that she wasn’t to so much as touch one weed because this was their garden. And he would be damned if he wasn’t there to partake in the fun. 

Y/N was just waiting for the day for him to ask to get a goat. Not that she would begrudge him one. Her only secret condition would be that they had to name him after one of the Avengers. She would never admit it out loud, but she wanted a whole tribe of them. They had more than enough property and they were a highlight of their time in Wakanda.

Unfortunately, the Three Musketeers were on complete radio silence, meaning that there was no way of knowing where they were at, if they were successful, or when they were due to return. If they came home. 

‘No!’ she mentally chastised herself, wanting to squish that bit of anxiety that tried to creep through the peace. ‘Everything will be fine.’

She had the utmost faith in the Winter Soldier’s capabilities. He would be fine and home soon. Back in her arms. Safe. 

She just had to keep telling herself that.

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It wasn’t until the sun had sunk below the tree line that she heard the opening and closing of the front door. 

“Bucky?” she called out, setting her book to the side. She reached her arms up and curved her back, releasing the tension that had built in her from remaining stationary for so long. 

The man stuck his head around the corner and gave her a wide smile… but something was off. “Hey, darling,” Bucky’s husky voice greeted, causing a familiar shiver to go down her spine. 

Y/N didn’t waste any more time, tossing the book on the coffee table and scrambling out of the nest of blankets she had collected over the hours to scurry over to where he stood in all of his Super Soldier glory.

Her eyes widened in shock. “Holy fuck, Buck. Did you slaughter a pig and bathe in its blood before coming home?” Still dressed in his black stealth gear and equipped in his many, many knives, he was also covered in bits and pieces of coagulated blood and… was that brain matter?

He offered a sheepish smile in return. “Code red, babe.”

“Hm,” Y/N hummed with pursed lips. “I can see that.”

Towards the beginning of their relationship, they came up with a code to let each other know how bad things were mentally or physically upon arrival at home so the other could help where needed. 

Sometimes… Sometimes the missions would leave more than just a physical scar, resulting in restless nights full of nightmares, panic attacks and bouts of anger, but it wasn’t something he would let anyone outside of his house see, not even Steve. She was his safe place and he thanked whatever higher power out there everyday to have someone like her in his life. Sometimes he had thoughts that he wasn’t worth anything, but Y/N was right there, reassuring him that everyone had a purpose in life and without him, the world would be a very different place. Plus, if he was out of the picture, what would be left of her? She’d probably be in some institution herself. 

Together, they kept each other sane. 

Their codes were based on the stoplight system. 

Code red was pretty easy to guess, but in spite of the code, Bucky was still in his ‘everything-is-completely-fine’ persona. She wouldn’t see the mental wounds until later that night. 

Thankfully for the carpet, the ex-Winter Soldier kept his distance, remaining on the tiled flooring of the entryway. They had a rule that no blood was to make it on the carpet, period. If that happened, Y/N would go into a cleaning frenzy until she was certain that everything was back to its original condition. Though the rule carried on from the Compound, this was their first home after all and they would be damned if - for any reason other than godly interference (with the explicit exception of those of Asgardian form) - the house would remain in top-notch condition. 

Together, they had built this home after Thanos and his army was decimated once and for all. They both kept working for a while, doing odd free-lance work here and there, trying to make the world a better place and all. But as soon as the house was completed, a decision had been made to go into retirement...or at least, semi-retirement. It was time to let the younger people take over. Of course, with her, Bucky always felt like he was in the prime of his life. Despite being well over a hundred years old, she kept him young… and in good shape.

He smiled at the thought, hoping that good times were but a shower away. Or maybe good times in the shower? Hm, the possibilities. 

Y/N was oblivious to where his thoughts had gone, worried within her own thoughts, but kept a cool exterior. “Now, question. Just right off the bat. Totally random.” She let her eyes sweep over his gore-covered form. “Is that all just one person’s insides, or multiple persons?” Then she sniffed and made an exaggerated look of disgust. “And when on earth was the last time you showered?” Still, she decided his cheek looked relatively clear of body fluids and went up on her tippy-toes to press a quick kiss to it before stepping back and further assessing her partner with a soft shake of her head. “But seriously, you stink.”

“And yet, you still kissed me,” he gloated, managing to keep his hands to himself, not wanting to dirty her favorite sweater (though they both knew her favorite was one of his; he just wasn’t allowed to bring it up). “Albeit, I wish it was more than just a peck on my cheek, but eh, I’ll take what I can get.” He paused. “For now.” Then he gave Y/N another cheeky smile before heading to the bathroom dubbed the ‘Taint to Daint Area’. Bucky proudly thought of it himself. 

Watching his retreating form, or rather, his retreating ass, Y/N shook her head in disbelief at his antics and quietly asked herself, “Why are you like this?” knowing full well that she wouldn’t have him any other way. 

Bucky smirked at her over his shoulder as he entered the large bathroom and began to remove his many, many knives, dropping them into the sink to be cleaned properly later.“ Depends on what you mean, dollface. Do you mean the irrevocable handsomeness that is moi, the disturbing amounts of coagulated blood on me, or the always exciting vexatious PTSD?”

Peals of laughter erupted from Y/N as she entered the room after him, stopping to lean a shoulder against the doorway that carried the faint scent of lacquer. “Ha ha, smart ass. But no.” She crossed her arms and nodded towards his lower half. “I was actually referring to your shoes.” 

Keep in mind that approximately 89.7% of the time, Sergeant Barnes would wear his “trustworthy” combat boots. Didn’t matter the occasion. Mission. Stark Parties. Vacationing through the Caymans. Cruise trip that turned into a near bioterrorist attack.  He always stood firm on the fact that he had to make sure he was always prepared to kick ass anytime, anywhere, and he wasn’t going to do so in “fucking sneakers.” Mr. Always-Prepared would then make it abundantly clear to everyone “that it wasn’t because he couldn’t do it in sneakers. It just looked cooler with his kickass boots.”

So imagine Y/N’s surprise when the Winter Soldier came home still in all his gear… but with the great exception of the highlighter-yellow Crocs on his feet. And, to top it off? Inside the offensive shoes were shockingly white tube socks instead of his usual black worn in all other instances.

Both were clearly new as they were the only part of his ensemble that remained spared from the obvious bloodbath.

His pale blue eyes flickered down as if having forgotten what he was wearing. He nodded to himself then turned to Y/N and shrugged without a care in the world, moving to disassemble the buckles on his vest. “They’re surprisingly functional,” he answered simply. 

As if that explained anything. 

Y/N moved to grab the plastic tote kept under the sink for such disrobing instances. It kept the rest of the house safe from a variety of bodily fluids until the offending clothes made way to the laundry room… or if bad enough, the burn pile a quarter-mile deep in the woods. 

 “Right,” she articulated speculatively. “As opposed to the boots you swear will go to the grave with you?”

Bucky dropped the dark vest into the tote, leaving him in a damp black tank top before moving to disassemble his thigh harness. 

Y/N once again had to restrain herself from where her thoughts led. 

“Fewer laces to undo to get me down to my knickers,” he snickered at her, knowing exactly where her thoughts had drifted to. 

She had to force herself not to blush. “You’re avoiding the topic.”

With an exaggerated sigh from him, she knew she was in for a story. Bucky dropped the harness to the ground and took a seat on the ledge of the bath, turning his undivided attention to his wonderful and naughty fiance. “Well, to start, I put part of the blame on you.”

Y/N gasped loudly. “Me?”, she asked incredulously, pressing a hand to her chest as it was one of the most ridiculous things she had ever heard. “How?”

Bucky nodded his head with a solemn expression, looking down at his brightly covered feet. “Yes, you,” he affirmed. “Let’s see. It all started after the bloodbath of a lifetime and I was covered head to toe in various body parts and goo and shit. Then I realized we had to travel 12 clicks back to base camp… and my shoes were squishy and just gross.”

The skeptical woman looked up at the ceiling as if it held all the answers to this craziness before refocusing her attention on her clearly delusional man. “As if ‘gross’ boots have ever stopped you before,” she pointed out. “‘I’m a hard man that served my country. Even almost got trench foot. I like to bathe in the blood of my enemies.’ Blah blah blah,” she mimicked in a gruff voice, trying to do her best impression of Bucky. 

Bucky scowled at her in response. “I do not sound like that.”

Y/N shrugged, “Mm, sure you don’t. Still fail to see how any part of your footwear preferences is my fault.”

The Super Soldier pouted at her for a moment before realizing she wasn’t going to let up on the subject. With another hearty sigh, he continued. “You’re part in this is that you now have me accustomed to a life of luxury and comfort. I used to be a total badass. And I did have trench foot, thank you very much. But now? The thought of having to walk miles to base from the mission point in… well, I’ll spare you the details, but let’s just say that there was no way in hell that was going to happen. Just plain gross.”

“Gross,” she echoed flatly, trying to decide if he was punking her or if he was being serious. 

Bucky gave a hum of affirmation, reaching behind him to turn on the shower before working on getting his pants off. 

She shook her head to clear it, holding a hand up. “Okay. Fine. Life of luxury. Whatever. Now I just have two questions. What happened to your old boots and where the hell did you find those...monstrosities?” She paused for a moment. “Correction. I have three. First, how the heck did you of all people end up drenched in human bits? You’re the most meticulous and precise person I’ve ever met, this isn’t your usual style. Nor Steve’s, and I highly doubt Sam would be a part of whatever this,” she gestured to the tote between them, “is.”

For the first time since returning home, Bucky’s playful demeanor dropped as he scowled at the soiled clothes. “There were civilians,” he grunted out, angrily shucking off his pants. 

Y/N sucked on her teeth, suddenly understanding the severity of the situation. “Hostages?”

Bucky threw his hands up in exasperation before testing the water to make sure it was at an agreeable temperature. “That’s what we all thought! Wasn’t the case… at all,” he spat out bitterly. Water evidently to his liking, he stripped the rest of the way and stepped under the high-pressured spray. 

Y/N didn’t hesitate to strip and climb into the shower behind him, immediately going to wrap her arms around his waist from behind, settling her forehead on the spot between his shoulder blades. “How bad?” she asked.

Beneath her, the man let out a shudder of breath, his shoulders slumped forward, head dropping. He reached out with one hand to grasp the wall as if anchoring himself to something solid. Then, he whispered, “There was only one way for it to end.”

There was a moment of silence. “I’m sorry,” she finally whispered, moving so they stood chest to chest. She reached up, cupping his cheek within her palm. “We can talk more about it when you’re ready.” 

He smiled at her, a small one, but real this time, ducking his head to hers and pulled her closer. “I love you.” 

Y/N smiled back. “I love you too, bawcock.”

She could see the ‘Error 404’ happening in Bucky’s mind when he stood up straight, staring blankly at her. Y/N let out a small giggle, grabbing the shampoo and lathering his hair, waiting for him to catch up.

As she was beginning to rinse his hair, he snapped out of it. “Bawcock?” he questioned loudly, confusion taking over his expression. “Bawcock? What the fuck?!” Y/N let out another giggle, wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling herself closer. “Yes, Bawcock.” Giving him a brilliant smile that had his heart skipping a beat, she explained, “It means, ‘a fine fellow’.” She pressed up on her toes, getting close enough that their lips were just centimeters from meeting, teasing him. Before he could give in and kiss her, she pulled back with another sly smile. “It’s either that or Lambkins. Your choice.” 

Bucky’s hands dropped to her ass and picked her up, her legs instinctively wrapping around his middle. He dropped his forehead to hers and whispered. “I swear, you are so much trouble.” 

She pressed her bare breasts against his chest and tightened her legs around him, looking up at him through her eyelashes. “But you wouldn’t have me any other way,” she replied smugly, tangling her fingers in his now short locks. 

Unable to hold back any longer, Bucky pressed his lips against hers, pouring the emotions he was feeling into his movements, Y/N’s touch lifting some of the darkness brewing under his skin.

Y/N was the one to pull back, panting. “I will never get used to that.”

He nuzzled her neck, pressing small kisses randomly. “Good, because we have a lifetime together of it.”

“Even longer, bawcock.”

Bucky pulled back with a scowl. “No. That’s not going to stick.”

Y/N arched an eyebrow in defiance. “Oh yeah? And how are you going to stop me?”

“Oh, I’ll show you,” he responded with a mischievous grin, slowly dropping to his knees. He pressed a slow kiss to her stomach before making eye contact with her. “All I’m going to be hearing for the next while will be my name and some of those beautiful moans I love to hear coming from your lips.” 

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In the end, they both got what they wanted. 

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[lady-stardust-writes]

Imagine The Drake Brothers Finding Out You’re Part Demon

You had met Nathen first while looking for a partner for an expedition into the Aztec ruins together

He was admittedly surprised when you asked, since the most action you looked you had seen was high school gym class

He questioned if you were sure, but you were adamant that you do this

So you both embarked on the new adventure where everything went fine except for a few near death experiences

You and him would spend time getting to know each other, bonding over shared interests you had, it was great especially since it was rare to meet someone that liked the things you do.

It was no doubt that he was the muscle while you were the brain, as you solved almost all the puzzles before he would get a chance to even try

It soon all came to a head when you found what you were there for, a sacrificial dagger

It was said that it held the power to grant immortality but at a great sacrifice of your humanity

You payed no attention to the rumors, writing them off as fairytales to scare away potential adventurers

But when you grabbed the dagger, you cut yourself by mistake causing you blood to drip on the blade

You had just for filled your end of a bargain without knowing by sacrificing your blood

But nothing immediately happened so you and Nate looted everything you could carry and left the temple without a second thought

You and Nathen became good friends after that, frequently discussing each other life, with his being a little eventful more for a time until you took up adventuring yourself

He was worried at first since he remembered how fragile you were but you assured him that you’ll be fine

Years later you got a call from Nate asking for help with his brother which you eagerly agreed too

Nathen had spent a lot a time describing you to his bother about how smart and delicate you were that he was half expecting a kitten to show up but was pleasantly surprised to see a woman that looked capable of knocking a grown man on his ass

Nathen was taken aback by your new look and didn’t know what to say but his brother sure did

“Why hello beautiful, I’m Samuel Drake and you must be (Y/N). My brother was just telling me about you but he forgot to mention how stunning you are.” You would blush which made Nathen jealous.

“Well I was just getting to that, thank you very much.”

From that moment on it started a small rivalry between the two as Sam continued to flirt with you while Nate would try to distract you with stories of his adventures

But they were to busy trying to woo you that they didn’t even notice strange things you did until they got separated away from you one day in a fire fight

“Where the hell is (Y/N)?” Sam would ask Nathen once they killed everyone, which in turn caused him shake his head.

“I thought she was behind us.” The brothers stood there in thought before hearing screaming from afar, leading them to instantly run to where the noise came from.

When they got there the brothers thought the worst had happened until they saw you standing in the center of a pile of bodies covered in blood.

They were both shocked and ask you what happened but your response would be that your just lucky. You convince them that it was true so the three of you could continue on with your mission

Nathen would soon start to tell jokes about you being supernatural which would make you nervously laugh

The boys would soon take notice in you more as you regularly seemed to get away with the impossible

You and Sam would occasionally have a drink together where you would need at least two whole bottles of whiskey before you even look slightly buzzed which was amazing since Nathen remembered you being a lightweight

One time you were in a shootout and they both saw you get shoot in the head but you didn’t go down, in fact you weren’t even hurt

But like all lies the truth came out when the three of you were being gunned down. There was no apparent way out so you looked to the brothers and told them not to look at what you were about to do

The brothers did what you told them for about five seconds before taking a peek and saw you had turned into a demon like creature with wings coming out of your back, sharp long claws, a tail, and horns on your head

“What the hell?!” Nathen had shouted making you turn your head, allowing them to see that your eyes were glowing a bright gold

“I told you not to look.”

From that moment on they knew the truth as you explained that your part demon from your first adventure together

For the most the boys were okay with this, if only a little freaked out

Nathen would reassure you that he was fine with what you were, when you unsure that he could still like you, in fact he found his self even more smitten with you from when you first met

But he would soon see would that his brother was just taken with you as he was, so the competition begin to win your heart

Sam found you more unique after learning the truth, he thought that you were interesting before but this made him actually take more of a real interest about the history of the things you talked about

He would even ask you about it, you were happy to tell him about the history of your problem and your theories. You would soon start to spend more time with him, all while Nathen was gritting his teeth in the background

Nathen would get so desperate that he would steal you away from his brother, to scenic viewpoints where he could praise you for how great of person you are without Sam jumping in and take his compliments away from him and making them his own.

All he wanted to do was tell you how you how he felt, but sadly his brother was not easily deterred

so Sam took to flat out trying to seduce you by any means, from telling you how gorgeous you are, to moving hair from your in your eyes while also caressing your face, he could tell it had a affect on you since every time he did either one, you would blush madly

After some time you felt comfortable with your other form and would let it show more often, which caused both of the boys to be fascinated as they took noticed small things about your form, like how you had glowing tattoos that moved around your body, and how your hair in this form seemed to defy gravity as it would occasionally float around you, making you look like you were from a work of art

But all their fighting led to a bad situation of you being attacked and them trying to kill more then each other to impress you but they would start to argue about who got the last kill on one of the bad guys

The two were to focused on their little argument that they didn’t notice that more enemy showed, leaving you take care of them, you summoned the monster inside of you and begin to rip into them, tearing them to shreds and leaving their remains on the ground

They were still bickering when you hovered above them, they looked up at you as the sun shined around your body, blinding them but they could still see your bright eyes glaring at them

The brothers knew they messed up as you yelled at them for being so petty and demanded to know why they were acting so strange of recent, to which they sheepishly told the truth about how they both liked you

You were surprised since you never put two and two together, all the fighting, the bragging, and the compliments now made sense. You felt a little dumb for not realizing sooner but you had never anyone try to compete for your love

Over time you came to love the two for each of their uniqueness, you never thought that they felt the same way but now as they looked on at you, you were left with the question of who do you love more

If you chose Nathan

Once he heard you say that you loved him, he was over joyed and quickly did what he dreamed of doing since knowing you and pulled you into kiss

Sam would respect your decision and would actually congratulate his brother, wishing the best for you two once the three of got done your adventure together

You would ask Nate if he was okay with being with you, knowing you would out live him, but he was fine it and just wanted to be with you for how ever long he might live

You would eventually get married and settle down somewhere quite before having a child and living the rest of your life’s happily together

If you chose Sam

He would grin when you said that you loved him, before wrapping his arms around you and fiery kissing you

Nathan would be disappointed but would be happy for you two nonetheless. You guys eventually parted way with you going with Sam

While laying in bed one day you ask him how he felt about how you out living him which he would reply

“I’m actually happy that you’ll live longer because that just means you’ll spread the joy that you’ve given me by just knowing you.”

He knew how to be charming when he wanted to be but when you heard him say that you tell that he was being genuine which made you love him more then ever

You and him would travel from place to place never really settling down doing jobs here and there but it didn’t matter as long as you were together

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[lena-in-a-red-dress]

Cult of Luthor: Second Thoughts

Not everyone is glad to see Lena. Competition isn't valued in LuthorCorp, but rivalry is. The dark, unspoken resentment of prime lab time, interesting projects and prestige of success are as much collaboration Lex allows, and Lena is no stranger to those. To be honest there were times she used to get a quiet thrill when she won out against Morgan Edge or Ainsley Merchant for prestigious opportunities. Her scores were higher, her input more valuable, her mind quicker. Her potential, the selection panels say, is undeniable. Unstoppable. But now… Now Lena doesn't feel a thing when Morgan Edge sneers about her being easy prey to idiot outsiders, and she's grateful Ainsley King keeps his distance, though his dark gaze seems to follow her, simmering with a quiet, dangerous rage that makes her skin crawl with unease. It's nothing like the friendly jibes of high school gym class. Instead she focuses on throwing herself into her work, adding herself to every housekeeping rotation, into improving the efficiency of the greenhouses and the solar panels and anything else she can think of that would prove her devotion to the compound, and LuthorCorp. Weeks pass into months. She wonders if the FBI have lost faith in her, if they assume that she's genuinely returned to the fold. Do they think she's dead? Does Kara?

The night of Sam's due date, Lena sits in the furnace room with Jack and leans into his side as she envisions herself at her friend's bedside, guiding her through the birth of her first child.

She wonders what her name will be. Her abduction falls out of the public memory, and she finds relief in the few short weeks of normality it brings-- until the commissary goes quiet one evening meal, and Lawrence steps forward with a tablet in hand. Lena's stomach sinks. It can mean one thing: punishment. Her eyes meet Jack's, her stomach churning ominously. "Outsider material has been located within the compound," Lawrence announces, his features grim. Silence answers him, but relief floods Lena. Contraband. She has nothing of the outside. Whoever will be named, it has nothing to do with her mission-- "Lena Luthor will report to the meeting hall after evening meal to receive her punishment." Lena's blood runs cold as the commissary erupts into whispers. Morgan smirks as though he's won something, Jack's fear stares at her from expressive features. Lex is nowhere to be seen. When the meal is over, Lena is not the only one to make their way to the meeting hall. Though the punishment belongs to her, the others are expected to bear witness, as she has done for countless others. Often, it would be a mild infraction, a behavioral correction delivered with the impartiality of a king. Sometimes, it's worse. Contraband indicates a lack of happiness within the community, a selfish desire for more, a willing fascination with the triviality of the outside world. It undermines the fabric of the community. It could mean something as trivial as a baseball card-- a relic of a parent's love of the sport, passed down to a son-- or as serious as drugs. Lena has no way of knowing where on the spectrum her transgression lies, as the wrongdoing isn't hers.

The meeting hall is a long narrow building at the center of the compound, used for celebrations, announcements-- and punishment.

As Lena approaches, she imagines how the last time it was used was probably to inform the community of her abduction, and here she is on her way to answer for a crime not her own.

Lex waits for her on the steps leading to the hall, his features stony. At the base, Lena slows to a stop, waiting for the community to fall in around them. Here her crime will be read, her guilt judged. Within, she knows, lies her punishment.

“Lena Luthor," Lex announces, voice carrying across the crowd. "Contraband has been discovered in your dormitory during inspection." A hysterical laugh nearly bubbles out of Lena, the absurdity of the farce hitting her suddenly. Inspections are frequent and unannounced-- if she had tried to hide contraband, she'd be smart enough not to hide it in a shared dormitory frequently searched.

But her features remain schooled as Lex extends a hand towards Otis Graves, who delivers a worn magazine into it. When Lex lifts it for the community to see, Lena's heart lurches at the sight of a half-naked woman kneeling in sand, and the publication's title in yellow block lettering. Playboy.

"Pornography," Lex declares. "After your long absence, I expected you to be relieved to be home. But it seems the outside has clung to you, and has found its way into our home along with you, in the form of the most base of idle distraction. Have you anything to say for yourself?" Lena's mind races. To simply deny possession would effectively be an admission of guilt, and a shameful attempt to escape punishment. But perhaps, if she conducts herself well, she can make her inevitable punishment work for her. "I've never seen that before," she says, swallowing thickly. "But I don't know whose it could be, or how it found its way to my dormitory. So I accept their punishment for myself, and for the community, for if someone has reached for such distraction, then we have together failed to meet the needs of their potential.” She doesn't allow her gaze to pull away from Lex's. Her chin remains lifted, her jaw tight, and she thinks she sees something flicker behind the sternness of his gaze. Approval? Irritation? Lena can't tell. After a long moment, Lex gestures for her to join him. "Step forward, Lena, and accept your punishment." The hand Lex touches to the small of her back at the doors of the hall is not reassurance. It's the slightest push of resistance when she stops dead at the sight of the chair installed at the center of the hall. Heart racing, Lena's eyes lock on the solid wood frame, the tall slatted back, and the leather straps affixed to the feet, seat, arms, and head. "Lex..." Deep, primal fear claws at Lena's ribs, nearly driving her backwards. This is a punishment she knows well, but not one ever levied in the meeting hall. It's not the community's punishment-- it's their father's. Only Lex's hand and the press of bodies filling in around them keeps Lena from bolting. Pleas lock in her throat-- anything but this. But just as they had all those nights under Lionel's watchful gaze, Lena's feet carry her forward, and her legs sit her down in the familiar chair as Otis and Lawrence move in to fasten the buckles on the straps. "As your punishment, you will sit idle for a period of twelve hours," Lex announces. One by one, Lena's limbs lock to the chair. The strap over her forehead is left for last; Lena catches Jack's gaze, dark with fury. Don't, she pleads silently, unable to even shake her head as the strap cinches tight. Don't do anything. "I hope you use your time of penance to consider the value of contribution-- not only to the community, but to yourself. If you do not serve the community, you have no worth to the community. You are as useless as you will be for the next twelve hours." Lena closes her eyes tight against the crawl of her skin, the instinctive pull against the bonds. Against the sight of Lex's eyes, glinting like their father's did. The chair had been his personal punishment-- for Lena more than anything. Lena who asked questions about things she shouldn't be interested in. Lena, who was combative with her peers when they stepped on her toes. Lena, who insisted when she should have relented. Once she's secure, she waits for the community leave. They don't. They can't-- no one may leave until Lex does, and Lex has no intention of sparing Lena the humiliation. He begins to speak, a professor at his lectern, waxing philosophical about community, distraction, and idle hands. "The time is coming for us to show the world what our community stands for-- to set the example-- to demonstrate the potential humanity is capable of!"

His voice booms, and many eyes focus on him, rather than Lena and the tears building in her eyes.

"What would they see in us, if we succumb to the same, degenerate distraction as themselves. We must rise above, we must elevate our potential, and show them the way. "If Lena Luthor-- my blood, your esteemed sister-- can fall prey to such vicarity, then it is clear that the perils of idle minds can besiege anyone, even those who may have the greatest potential of all. We must choose to assert focus and industry over the pull of slothful indulgence, or else we are no better than the outside world..." On and on and on, late into the evening, when finally the sermon comes to a close. "Look upon your sister," Lex urges finally. "Look upon her idleness, and let her punishment serve as a reminder that even the greatest potential can be rendered useless to the community, to the world, if left to stagnate." The punishment may not have belonged to her, but Lena feels the shame all the same. Under the crowd's gazes her skin heats and her eyes burn, filling with tears that spill down her cheeks when she presses her eyes shut. It's the only part of herself she can move, besides her mouth, and she knows that if she unlocks her jaw to speak only sobs would come pouring out, so she presses her eyes shut and breathes against her immobility, breathes against the memories threatening to overwhelm her. When Lex draws to a close, releasing his audience for the night, Lena opens her eyes, and catches Jack's gaze, still wide and full of anguish as he turns to finally leave with his parents. Lex lingers after the hall empties, regarding her with a dispassionate gaze. Please, she almost asks. Please, Lex. Don't leave me here. Because she knows he will. Father always did. But she says nothing, and Lex says nothing. He leaves without a word, and as he nears the doors the lights overhead extinguish, plunging her into a silent, pitch black. The door echoes when it shuts behind him, sealing Lena to her misery.

Lena's thoughts race as the darkness presses in on her. She searches for reason, some rationality to explain why Lex chose this as her punishment-- why this chair saw the light of day, why he allowed it to be seen by the community. It was always their secret shame, endured and unspoken of. Lionel always expected his blood to be better than the rest, and so his punishment was stricter than any he visited on another potential. When he died, Lena thought this punishment had been buried with him. There's not a single excuse Lena can fathom that brings her peace. Not when Lex knows of the dread the memories of this chair brings. Not when he knows she used to stay awake for days after a night in the contraption, unable to sit still long enough to rest. Not when Lex used to calm her nightmares, promising she wouldn't be seeing the chair again that night. Her heart pounds faster and faster as the dark and the silence and confinement slowly drive her mad. The calm she clung to during the humiliation of her punishment shatters-- she struggles against the straps, pulling and twisting and squirming what little she can in an attempt to slip free, and heaves great, wracking sobs when the straps hold her fast. When her tears and her struggles run out, the anguish leaves her hollow with exhaustion. Only her desperation remains, and her mind reaches to be anywhere but there.

Kara reaches back.

Kara's arms wrap around her, voice soft in Lena's ear as they embrace that final night. “I'm going to keep the apartment we chose,” she'd told Lena. “Eliza and Jeremiah said they'd help cover rent until you get back. So you have a home waiting for you, whenever you're finished.”

“It won't be long,” Lena promised. A lie, she knows now.

“I'll miss you. But I'm really proud of you too. You're doing a good thing.”

Lena had nodded into Kara's shoulder, even though she couldn't quite believe it past the pounding of her heart. Even now, she can smell the scent of the fabric softener that scented Kara's sweater.

“We will see each other again,” Kara declared. “You still have a ton of movies to watch…”

Despite the discomfort of the unpadded seat and the pounding of her head under the tight strap keeping it in place, Lena slips into a fitful doze, her mind filled with nothing but the imagined warmth of Kara's arms around her.

[goliath-de-senfina-sango]

Local Teenager has Trippy Dream and Realizations About Family Importance, Family of Local Geniuses not Aware of how Genius they Are, Deceased Poacher not very Smart, Attacks Local Ghost Hunters, Local Family Discusses the Importance of Failsafes

Voices, vaguely familiar and carrying warmth called out to him.  They called his name, the sound distant and irrelevant, so small it is lost to the hearts of stars singing deep beneath the soil.  Lost to the blooming nebulas staining the dark sky with color, miles upon miles of light and rivers of fire and the promise of something new.  Danny can almost hear the words and language they speak; something so close, so distant, something he has never known -- but they ring with such magnificent, terrible truth that he thinks, maybe he has always known them. Maybe they have always lived inside him, alongside the bones. These melodies, these words, that burn with such ferocious clarity that if he just spoke them aloud then the far would become near and he could reach out and pluck the stars from the sky and cradle them in his hands.

Danny woke up in his bed, surrounded by the warm press of his friends.  The music of his dreams fading to the farthest and darkest reaches of his mind and leaving Danny grasping at nothing for them.  So instead of the music he could barely hear the faintest notes of, Danny focused on his friends. His ears had grown so capable that with some focus he could hear even their heartbeats, and at the moment he was glad.  His friends’ pulses were a reassuring sound, as much as the feeling of them pressed against his body and breathing right next to him on either side - reassurance that they were truly there.

Slipping between the rhythmic dances of their ever vibrating molecules, Danny got out of the bed and landed on his feet near silently.  A glance at the clock told him it was 7:10 AM and Danny was beyond glad that it was Saturday. Holding in a yawn, he walked straight to the bathroom, did his routine, and headed downstairs in just his binder and boxers, as everyone in the household had seen him in already.

Or so he thought.  There was a woman in a purple suit with a tie and curly hair sitting in one of the chairs in his living room, holding up an electronic recorder.  And his parents and sister were on the couch, everyone fully dressed. And staring at him. In his underwear. Considering he just let loose a string of swears therein, he hoped the lady didn’t speak Mandarin.

Three minutes later Danny came down in a purple shirt bearing the FMA logo on it and some sweat pants.  “Uh, hi?”

“Danny, I told you about this interview already,” Jazz said through grit teeth.  “This is Souda Ayodele from Genius magazine.” A quick look on the second layer of everything showed that her aura was one of angry beige bees.

Danny turned to stare at the reporter.  “Hi there.” Ms. Ayodele waved back, and Danny walked past the entire event to the kitchen.  “Eggs, or Cereal?” Danny hummed, before catching his mother’s voice pointing out that her focus was ghost hunting.  “Oh, this will be hilarious.” Grabbing cereal, a bowl, and milk, Danny used his intangibility to speed up getting everything together and grabbing a spoon.  He was on the couch in time to hear Jazz claim that ghost hunting was a hobby.

“What they’re really involved in is inventing.”  Jazz smiled, trying to steer the conversation to somewhere safe and normal.

“True, we do invent a majority of the time.  I’ve personally worked on improving the power sources for all of our things around Fentonworks.  Though, we do mechanical engineering as well,” Mom said as Danny ate his cereal.

Dad pulled out one of their holographic projectors and hit the button to let it float.  “I have a full inventory of our inventions right here actually! For instance-”

“Dr. Fenton” Ayodele said, clearly having been here long enough to know that if she didn’t just interrupt then Dad would keep talking.  “Pardon the interruption, but is that...device, um...floating?"

Dad and Mom blinked, looking at each other. Even Danny and Jazz cocked their heads at the question. Their parents had been toying around with hover engines for years, what was the big deal about that?

"Well, yes," Mom began. "That's a patented Fenton Gravity Inverter."

"And...how much can your...um, Gravity Inverter lift?" The reporter asked again.

"Approximately one metric ton, depending on the model." Dad shrugged. "But the Gravity Inverter is only a small part of the FentonWorks itinerary, such-”

"I'm sorry, but just to confirm: your laboratory has successfully created a device which can lift a ton of weight into the air without the energy requirements being prohibitive?" The reporter asked finally.

"Yes," Mom explained slowly as if talking to a child. "It's a relatively simplistic application of physics. Both Danny and Jazz, our children, have been building them for us for years while my husband and I focused on more advanced applications of our research. The Gravity Inverter is, quite literally, 'kids stuff.' In fact, I think Danny built the model that we eventually decided on using for the Fenton Holoprojector."

“A waste of an afternoon since I coulda been working on my paints,” Danny muttered around his cereal.

Ayodele turned to the kids fully.  “Mr. and Ms. Fenton, is what your parents saying true?"

Danny shrugged, clearing his throat as he nodded. "Ah, sure. I mean, those things are pretty easy, I could almost build one in my sleep nowadays.  I’m even using one for a side project I’m doing with a friend. They're not like Physics Cancelers or anything, right Jazz?"

"I guess they're pretty easy," Jazz shrugged, uncomfortable with being the center of attention. "Mom and dad only ask us to work with the safe stuff anyway. None of this is too complicated." Jazz turned to her parents, "If you're using the Model II that Danny built for the Projector, why did you want me to put together a Model VI last week?”

Mom smiled, "Oh, that's for the Specter Speeder, sweetie. We'll be showing that off a little later.  At any rate, though, we would like to get on with the demonstration now. Jack, honey, if you would?"

“Rightio Mads!”  Dad pulled out a remote from his pocket and a projection of an oblong, missile-like object coated in shiny metal and streamlined with a flaming F decal on both sides.  The projection spun in the air at Dad’s press of a button.

"The Fenton Ghost Zone Probe," Mom began, “When finished, will be launched into the Ghost Portal and take numerous measurements including temperature, ecto-thermography, radiospectronomy, and more...of course, this will include video and audio data!"

“Did you say… Ghost Portal?”  The woman looked remarkably uneased by the implications of there being a ghost portal, which was understandable.  Danny wasn’t a fan of the fact himself. Just realizing how easily he slid through matter without even a second thought had Danny shuddering.

“Yup!  We can’t exactly show ya that one just yet,” Dad said with a sigh.  “We didn’t prepare for a presentation proper. We can, however, describe to you exactly how it works!”

And so Dad did just that and Danny tuned him out, eating his cereal since he’d heard this all before about six times.  Instead, he focused on the look of mounting horror on Jazz’s face and counted the seconds before she interrupted Dad again.

“The portal isn’t what we’re here to talk about, Dad!”  Wow, a full 36 seconds. Danny was impressed. “Can we talk about your work in energy?  A self-regenerating energy source?”

“Ectoplasm, Jazz.”  Danny pointed with his spoon.  “They’re converting some of the nuclear batteries to use reactions with ectoplasm instead of the usual stuff.”

“Nuclear… batteries?”  The poor reporter looked so lost and Danny had to wonder why.  Did he say something about ghosts? Well beyond ectoplasm but everyone knew ghosts were made of ectoplasm.  “Do the two of you work at a nuclear facility?”

“No?”  Mom frowned.  “We have nuclear batteries in our ghost hunting technology.”

“The entire facility is powered by a reactor under the labs.”  Danny rolled his eyes. “And solar panels on the roof and a backup geothermal generator.  Actually, all of our windows are solar panels too. I’m pretty sure Mom and Dad are just looking for ways to replicate those effects with ectoplasm?”

“Like we told you, Danny, it’s far more efficient in storage and output of energy than any material we’ve found on earth or any other dimension.”

“I know Mom, I just… I dunno, expected something new?”  Danny shrugged and slurped up the milk from his now-empty bowl, relishing in Jazz’s glare.  “Well, I’m gonna be upstairs having fun.” It was then that Danny spotted Tucker and Sam on the stairs, Sam in her black jeans and a Dumpty Humpty shirt she left last time she stayed over and Tucker in a button-up of Danny’s.  “Guys, c’mon, ignore the interview we’ve got funner stuff to do.”

“That’s not a word, Danny.”  Sam rolled her eyes. “This explains why English teachers hate you.”

“Oh please,” Danny chuckled as he headed into the kitchen, waiting for Sam and Tucker to grab their breakfast.  “The teachers love me. Lancer’s just a pain.”

“Dude,” Tucker said as he grabbed a bag of bacon bits like they were chips and started eating.  “You guys have nuclear reactors in your house?”

“Well not in this house specifically but yeah,” Danny shrugged.  “Did you think we were on the city’s power grid or something?”

“Actually honey we’re supplying power to the whole town,” Mom called out, displaying that all mothers were supernatural entities that could hear anything.

“Huh.  Well, there ya go.”  Danny shrugged and headed to and up the stairs.  Sam and Tucker soon followed, Sam holding a bowl full of fruit.  “Did you put that there yesterday?”

“Yes, you need healthier food in this house, Danny - also why am I only just learning that you guys power the entire town?”  Sam was scowling at him, and Danny wasn’t sure what he’d done this time.

“Because I only just found out?”

“What did you mean by This house, Danny?”  Tucker sat on Danny’s bed while Sam got into his desk chair.  “Do you guys have more than one house?”

“Yeah, FentonWorks is the entire block.”  Judging by his friends’ expressions, Danny hadn’t told them this.  “I guess it never came up?” Danny held up a game disc. “Did you think I built our HorrorStations in my room?”  Danny slid the disc into the hand made console, grabbed his controller, and sat next to Tucker.

Before Tucker could respond, Danny felt a chill run up his spine, into his lungs and past his lips and he looked around on the second realm, but he was too late.  The robot Sam had described appeared, right behind Danny, arm aimed point-blank at him. A net shot out and tangled around Danny’s body, throwing him off the bed and into his own console.  In seconds, all three of them were bound in blue nets. “Hello, Ghost Child.”

“Who are you?”  Danny arched a brow.  He needed a moment to pull that power of brilliant, life granting stars into his muscles.  If he transformed inside the house for a fight his parents would not only notice but come up and see his ghost form instead of him.

“I am Skulker,” the robot said, holding up a holographic projection of a cage filled with green abominations unto all gods Danny could think of.  “A collector of things rare and unique. And you, ghost child, are that and more.” Skulker laughed, far more dramatically than he deserved to, and took a step, Danny’s rocket cracking and shattering into pieces.

“That’s my fucking rocket!”  Green fire filled Danny’s veins and he tore the net off of himself, rising to put some dents in the robot.  But when he reached into himself proper, that ice-cold void, heatless and full of lights that no other human being could ever claim to see, he was burned and staggered backward.  “I built that! Just like this!” The Wrist Ray™ struck Skulker in the chest, burning a hole in him, and Danny felt that fire drain out of him into the weapon.

Sam and Tucker behind him used their own wrist rays to cut through the nets, and Sam’s shot from her crouch on the ground sailed over Skulker’s ducking head, leaving a dent in Danny’s wall.  Skulker hit a button on his wrist and the nets began to snap and crackle. Danny reached out and snatched Tucker away before he could get zapped, and kicked the net away from Sam’s feet. He let go just fast enough that neither of them felt the shocks when they raced up into his body and forced his every muscle to tense up - nerves ablaze with screams that he couldn’t make.

Tucker raised his Wrist Ray ™  but Skulker shot it off of his wrist and he yelped.  “Holy shit!”

“Come now, ghost boy, I expected this to be far more of a challenge.  And yet here you are, easily cowed by the merest targeting of your little friends?”  Skulker’s words barely reached Danny’s ears. All he could hear was the rushing of his blood and pain.  Just as the current died down, Danny’s vision blacked out when Sam’s Wrist Ray shot missed the netting itself and hit his foot instead.

The door opened with a bang.  “GET THE HELL AWAY FROM MY SON!”  BOOM Skulker was blasted back by Dad’s bazooka into the wall, and Danny’s vision slowly returned to him.  “Jasmine, take your brother to the infirmary! Kids, get out of here!”

Skulker launched a net at Dad but Mom came to the rescue with her own cannon fire.  It struck Skulker right in the net launcher and ripped off a piece of paneling on his arm.  With a snarl, Skulker took in his surroundings and reached down to grab something purple, before fading from sight and quickly vacating Danny’s range of extra senses.

And soon that didn’t matter because Danny was being rushed down to the infirmary and he could hear Sam and Tucker telling his parents what had happened, ignoring the reporter entirely.  Letting out a cough, Danny turned to Jazz and flashed a grin. It felt more like a grimace. “Hey, I stopped them from embarrassing you in that interview right?”

“You’re a disaster, little brother.”  Jazz took a breath and carded a hand through his hair like she always did when he was hurt.  “We’re gonna get you better, and when you’re better you’re gonna explain to me what the hell you were thinking.”

“Sure thing, Spazz.”  Danny chuckled and sighed.  “I think I need a nap.”

Danny reaches out, eyes transfixed on the distant hearts of stars. One whisper is all it needs. He could do it. He can. If he could just shape the cold clay of his lips.

Danny opened his eyes to the sight of Jazz, Tucker, Sam and his Mom all sitting around the infirmary and doing things.  Sam was looking through one of her scrapbooks while Tucker did something on one of his PDAs - didn’t Skulker fly off with the other one?  Jazz was reading a book about trauma and Mom was checking something on a holographic display. Everything was unnervingly quiet, and for a moment Danny considered going back to sleep.  Rare and unique.  Enough of a freak that some ghost would come hunting me down just to say to the rest of the Underworld ‘hey look, I caught the weirdo!’ regardless of who got in his way or what I have to say about it.  Horologium, with how I rip apart ghosts that piss me off bad enough, I might as well be one of the weird Things that he was showing off in his little hologram.

Instead of dwelling on how his very fucked up existence that shouldn’t have been was putting his family in danger now, he sat up.  His muscles were sore and stiff, and he let out a pained groan from the action, but Danny was at least relieved that he could move at all.  “Okay, remind me never to touch another live wire again.” He saw his friends wince and shrugged before wincing again himself.

“Danny!  Oh, honey don’t try to move too much, alright?”  Mom came to his side in the blink of an eye, checking him over for any signs of electrical burns.  “Oh Danny, baby, are you alright?”

“I’m about as sore as Zephyrus was about Hyacinthus, but I think I’ll be alright.  Though, I’d love to never have to deal with that again.” Danny let out a sigh and laid his head back. I’d also love to be done with this getting better thing.  What was it that Mom and Dad said about ectoplasm? It can absorb electromagnetic energy?   Danny closed his eyes and reached out for the dangling threads of buzzing whines in the lights and sockets, pulling it into himself clumsily.  He bit back a yelp and felt his arm practically convulse when the electricity went the wrong way. Note to self, don’t try that in human form again.  Human bodies are complicated.

“Flex your muscles slowly and methodically, Danny,” Tucker said.  “Gotta get your blood flowing. And check for nerve damage, cause electricity is horrible for the body.  Speaking of, thank you for pulling us out of those nets."

Sam came over and held out a hand, looking slightly unsure as to what she wanted to do.  "Gods, I'm so sorry for shooting you in the foot."

Danny laughed, ignoring the pain of tensing muscles because that was the last thing anyone needed to apologize for as far as Danny was concerned.   "You got the net off yourself by blasting it so you blasted the net on my foot, it's cool. Though, if we end up netted again, please just grab something non-conductive to knock the net away."

"There will be no Next Time, pumpkin.  The anti-ghost defense grid is up and running and no nasty ghost robot is getting in here to target you."

"Thanks, Mom."  Danny let out a sigh and felt something uncurl in relief.  He was safe at home, at the very least. "So Jazz, I think I owe you a thought process."

"That is correct, Second."

"Well, False Maturity, I was thinking, 'that button has something to do with those nets. If I get them away from Sam and Tuck, he can't hurt them with them.' And so I tried doin that."

"My boy the hero!"  Dad came barreling into the room and immediately scooped Danny up into a hug.  "Gave us all a scare! That ecto scum will think twice before trying to attack FentonWorks now!"

“I’ve been told… lungs are important.”  Danny hugged back anyway of course, he wasn’t going to leave this hug ever.

“Mom, Dad,” Jazz piped up.  “The things that come out of the portal are clearly dangerous.  One attacked Danny in his room! Why haven’t we shut down the portal yet?”  The squeeze of Dad’s hug got uncomfortably tighter.

“We’ve tried, Jazzerincess, can’t get the darn thing to turn off.”  Danny felt his blood run even colder.

“What?” Mom sighed and ran a hand over her face.  “We unplugged it, cut all the power from the portal but it seems to be self-sustaining.  All we can do is block it up with those blast doors.”

For several moments there was silence while everyone digested that they had no solid way of keeping the ghosts out of their world.  And I'm the one who opened the door in the first place.

Sam cleared her throat.  "Drs. Fenton? I know who the ghost is.  He told us during his monologing he died putting down the last female purple back gorilla in a hunt.  Name’s Hunter Grosvenor.” Sam sneered around the name as though it were the most disgusting piece of meat she'd had to swallow in her life.

Danny covered his mouth with his hand, curling his fingers into a fist slowly.  Blowing air into it, he resisted the urge to growl. Tucker glared at the sky, daring Skulker to appear so he could dismantle him personally.  “I’ve not felt so incredibly violent in a while. I need videogames-"

"Actually," Tucker interrupted with a sigh.  "Your Horrorstation broke in all the fighting.  The scrap heap also stole my PDA."

"First he gives my best friend a burn on her stomach, then he breaks my models and now my videogames?  When I next see Skulker, I'm going to burn a hole through his faceplate." Danny groaned, laying his head back.   "Can I get a moment with Sam and Tuck?"

"Of course, son."  Dad set him down and ruffled his hair, more gentle with Danny than he ever remembered him being.  The air around Dad was vaguely orangish and Danny let the tiniest bit of ectoplasm reach his eyes.  The orange air around his dad, probably an aura, was tinged with echoes of sour fear and boiling anger that had Danny ready to crawl out of his skin, grab a gun and hunt Skulker down himself.  "You kids go on and do that research project of yours! Mads and I will hunt down that putrid undead creep and rip it apart on a molecular level!"

Danny had never felt so conflicted about something his Dad had said.  On one hand, I'd love for him to destroy Skulker. On the other, the dehumanizing way he says it is disturbing as all hell.

Just as the Fenton Adults left the room, Dad turned around with a big grin.  "By the way Danny, I'm proud of you for looking out for your friends like that."

A wave of something brilliant and blue and love pride relief joy slammed into Danny and filled him from the inside out.  And as the door closed, Danny flexed his fingers and rolled his joints.  Danny stood up and stretched. "Holy shit guys, I think that Dad just healed me up a bit."

"Sweet.  Think he can spread that around or is that a You thing?"  Tucker looked ready to take notes since Danny didn't have his notebook on him.

Danny closed his eyes and focused, gently pulling that cool void up and letting it fill his eyes and ears and every nerve on his body.   He opened his eyes and Danny saw the world bathed in that extreme indigo-like color that seemed to come off of every person he looked at.  Looking closer, he noticed faint blue strings leading from him to his Dad and Mom and Jazz upstairs and a silver string leading to Tucker and Sam each.   Reaching out to grasp the one that he just knew belonged to Jazz Danny was floored by so potent and blended a mix of positivity, concern, and manic energy that he had to stumble back into the bed.  "Danny?"

"Just a me thing.  Definitely. I can see these… strings, connecting me to you guys and my family.  Like spider threads. But like, made of emotions?" He rubbed his temples and hummed.  "Ectoplasm is psychoreactive so maybe it's like, a connection between us made semi tangible to my ghost because of how much ectoplasm is normally around here?  You guys definitely got hit by ectoplasm in spades when the portal activated, so that explains why I can see it linking me to you guys too…"

"Hey.  Science boy."  Sam nudged his hip with her foot and Danny arched a brow at her.   "Save the theories for later. We need a game plan to deal with the guy as soon as possible.  Grovsner was a very efficient hunter if a sadistic bastard.”

Danny sighed and nodded, sitting back down.  “Well, what do we know about him?” Tucker began tapping away at his PDA, eyes moving quickly.

“I know that you’re probably not gonna find anything on the internet.  I had done a report on his barbaric treatment toward animals for an extra credit project and when I looked back for them, on all the same sites as before.  Nothing.” Sam groaned. “But, I do remember what it was he typically did on a hunt for a protected species. He had hunting dogs, laid all kinds of traps, the works.  I’m not sure what kind of things ectoplasm can do to a net besides making it gooier, but being able to phase into walls and crawl spaces where you usually go to is something he’s definitely going to take advantage of.”

“So my locker is probably gonna be rigged to explode, I have to worry about hell hounds, and he has nets that might fall on me on the way to the library or just to like, GameStop.”  Danny leaned back, closing his eyes. “That sounds fun.”

"You assume there are hell hounds," Tucker snorted.

"Of course there are."

"Because you so want there to be ghost dogs."

"Tucker.  Imagine it.  A dog that doesn't poop, just cuddles up with you and gives you infinite love."

"Don't all dogs go to Heaven, Danny?"

"I have strong evidence that there is no such thing as Heaven just like. A door down.  Literally past that wall over there."

"Fair enough."  Tucker sighed and laid his head back.   Then he sat straight up with a grin. "You know what's a great way of being harder to trap?"

"Intelligence?"

"Mobility, Sam.  If we finish those hoverboards we should be able to avoid most of his land traps!"  Danny and Tucker beamed at each other and high fived each other.

"I'm good to go on that!  Sam, wanna learn how to-"

"You guys can have your geek things, Danny, I'm heading upstairs to make use of all your handhelds."  Sam smiled and held her hands up, walking to the stairs. "Scream if you need me."

"Same to you!"  Danny grinned and headed to the door that lead to the main lab.

“You know how your gravity inverter™ works better than I do so I’m gonna work on like, an AI.  No, Danny don’t give me that look, it’s just for navigation, it isn’t self improving or anything like that.  I just want something to help me not crash into things when flying.”

[amnachil]

To the Perfection Chapter 1 Part 2

I’m very stupid :o I totally forgot to post the next part !! I’m sorry :( I hope you’ll like it anyway

Thomas Monday January 7

The last week of the holiday went and ended like a blur. Monday came. The end of the holidays. Thomas wasn't particulary sad about it. After all, he mostly stayed at home where he played video games. Of course, he had a very organized schedule for his training too. But well, he didn't want to be back at school either. He hadn't any difficulties and he had already studied more than enough. It was more a social problem. It would be false to say he didn't have friends, only they weren't real friends. They do like me. Because I'm smart, good-looking and Raphaël's brother. Nonetheless, he wasn't sure a single one of them knew his favorite game or his favorite movie. In the end, they liked his reputation more than anything else.

"Hi Thomas." greeted Ilhan. "You look good today."

"Thanks." smiled the ginger lad.

You don't even ask me how I am doing anymore, uh ? He had met Ilhan during last year, when this one moved in town from the south. At first, the newcomer was acting more friendly, more kind with Thomas. Now I guess he thinks someone like me can only be fine. They all think that way.

"I saw your brother on TV last week." continued his classmate, far away his thoughts. "He's so awesome. You're so lucky to be related."

Really ? Thomas liked his big brother, yes, but it was sometimes hard to live in his shadow. He had always tried to be nicer, kinder, and now he thought about it, it probably explained his whole personality. Anyway, Raphaël was still far better in everything. Even in love...

"Hey guys." intervened Cody.

Thomas barely looked at him. He joined his class, letting his mind ramble.

At noon, the young lad escorted some of his friends to the local Mcdo. According to them, it was to celebrate the end of the holidays. Most of them were soccer players, just like him. They were hanging together for years, but none of them knew how much he hated burgers. They just don't care at all. Once in the restaurant, Thomas quickly found a table and took a sit. He looked around, bored. The flavor made him sick. A new year eh... It started like the last. Well, except for Dan who was moving in. Only the idea of this made him shiver with pleasure. The two of us, alone at home... Around him, his friends were coming with their order, but he ignored their waffles. He looked foward to be wednesday, when his mother would leave. (Of course he was sad about her departure, but better watch the good side of it, right ?).

"Thomy, what do you think ?"

The ginger turned towards his friends, surprised to hear his name. They were all waiting for an answer to the question he didn't listen.

"Cody and Ilhan are convinced the little Ulrich will be the next captain of the team once we graduate." resumed his third fellow, Joël. "I say otherwise, he's too cocky, don't you think ?"

"Man, you're hella cocky and you're the supporting striker." retorted Ilhan.

The other smirked. He was tall (around 184 cm or 6'1") and definitely ripped. Joël was Thomas's partner for work out, so this explained that. Well, it's true he's arrogant.

"Still, little Ulrich is just... unfit for the role." he stated.

A waiter went to refill Cody's glass with coke. Thomas recognized an old friend of Raphaël, Sam. Back in highschool, he was an awful jock, a bit like Joël. But with my brother's control, he became what he truly wanted to be. A kinda fat young adult. At least, his personnality had softened along his body. The young teenager greeted him with a nod, and then focused bad on his friend's conversation. They were still arguing about this nonsense.

"Guys, it doesn't matter right now." he smiled. "We have to focus on our games until graduation, okay ?"

They all agreed. What a bunch of boot-lickers.

This evening, when Thomas arrived at home, his mother was waiting for him. She wanted to talk. The ginger smiled cheerfully and sat on the couch. Another unecessary discussion... He loved her, but as the others, she didn't know him very well. She always said he was "as perfect as Raphaël." Why people couldn't see past their resemblance ?

"I'm leaving in two days now..." she started. "I wanted to be sure you're okay with that ? I know this isn't what we planned, but your father and I think you're very capable..."

He could guess the rest. Like my brother, right ?

"...Like your brother. Anyway, tell me what do you think ?"

You won't like what I think. Hey mom, I'm totally gay and you will literally let me alone with my crush for almost five years. I hate your new shoes, by the way.

"Everything gonna be fine." he assured kindly. "I already know how to survive on my own, and Dan will be there with me. I know you miss dad, and I know you two want to be together as fast as possible."

His mother sighed, reassured. She was so predictable. Raphaël and him were free to do whatever they wanted for years now, since they knew how to manipulate her.

"I'll cook diner." he decided.

After all, he couldn't wait to see Dan eating his food.

Dan Wednesday January 9

"Looks like we got everything. I'm sure you'll feel like home quickly."

Dan smiled to Raphaël's mother. He had always be welcome in their house, it wouldn't be much of a change to move in. He looked at his "new" environment. His boyfriend had a wide bedroom, with a lot of full bookcases. Some old clothes were lying around. A portrait of them during Raphaël's departure party caught his attention. We're together for one year and more than seven months now. As long as he remembered, he had always been friend with Raphaël. When he had done his coming out, the soccer's genius had asked for a date. I was so surprised, back then. I would have never guessed he was on the same side.

"I know this is a selfish request." said suddenly Mrs. Muller. "But I really hope you'll watch over Thomas. He's so grown-up, it worries me sometimes. I mean, he's completely capable but... He's not even 17 yet."

"It's normal to be stressed but I'll be there all the time. I'm not going anywhere."

She nodded. It was easy to reassure her apparently.

"I hope he will relax a little, he looks so tensed..." she whispered. "Thomas is always taking things too seriously. He should learn some tips from Raphaël."

Dan made a face, a bit skeptical. Raphaël's definition of fun is very personal, to my humble opinion. Make the man genuinely smile was very hard, not to mention laugh.

"They must be waiting for us." Mrs. Muller stated. "Let's go."

All the family went to the bus station. She was going to New York, and then she would take a plane to England. A long trip, but she seemed almost glad to do it.

"My boys. You're both amazing, you know that ?" she said as a goodbye. "I love you. I'm really proud of you."

Thomas nodded silently. Raphaël did nothing but stare at her. I can only imagine how bizarre it must have been to educate these two...

"Raphaël, I'm sure you'll shine as the best center foward of our country." she smiled. "Also, I know you're still hesitating, but you should start this career in modelling. You're so handsome."

He didn't answer at all. Dan knew he wasn't approving this. He saw the little tautness of his jaw, the almost invisible twicthing of his fingers. And his eyes. They were so emotionless. He's too polite to say anything, but he's far from convinced.

"And you my dear Thomas." Mrs. Muller continued, far away these considerations. "You'll be as good as your brother, I'm sure of it. Try to have some fun okay ?"

He did his warmest smile.

"Of course mom. I love you too."

It was a different way to express his feelings, but it was just as much significant. He's also disappointed. But he'll not say it either. In this family, they weren't saying much. You had to read between the lines, to guess what they were thinking. An exercise Dan started to get used too. Anyway, their mother left after a last good bye. And they went back home.

This evening, probably to distract himself from his mother's departure, Thomas cooked another feast. According to Raphaël, he was always cooking a lot when he was troubled. Much for Dan pleasure, he was the one taking advantage of it. And boy, he cooks so well. Apparently, Thomas wasn't interested in a culinary's career, but he was so gifted for it.

"You enjoyed yourself." whispered Dan's boyfriend while stroking his distended stomach.

His rubs caused a slight series of belch. They were comfortably lying on their bed after this succulent diner.

"I can't resist a good meal." confessed the junior. "You know I have zero control over my eatings habits."

"Yeah, I noticed." chuckled Raphaël.

Slowly, he kissed his boyfriend with passion. I love him so much. People always said Raphaël was insensitive, but that was so not true. The ginger lad smoothly rolled over Dan and kissed him again.

"If Thomas doesn't stop, you will end up fat again. And I'm pretty sure he won't stop."

As he spoke, he fondled Dan's chest and belly. His touch was sensual, enjoyable. It feels so nice. Raphaël was more than appealing, and the junior was already getting aroused.

"I don't care about that." he replied. "Do you ?"

"Absolutely not."

Dan's hands found a way to Raphaël's ass. A firm and solid ass. His boyfriend unclothed them. Oh boy. I'm gonna love this night.

Raphaël left early in the morning, around 6 a.m. He would be gone for almost two weeks, until saturday 19th. Dan escorted him to his bus. It wasn't the first time they were separated for a long time, but it always felt bad. I miss him each time. But they would manage, they always did.

"I'll call you once I'm there." assured Raphaël. "And I'll relay my schedule to you."

"Sure thing."

Dan hugged him firmly. I want to have you a bit more.

"You'll look over Thomas, right ? I know he's acting weird since this case with Liam last year... I think he's more disturbed by this stuff than he pretends to be."

"You worry too much honey." reassured him Dan. "But I swear I'll take care of him."

It's only the third time you and your mother ask me to do it after all. The bus left five minutes later. The junior looked his boyfriend go away for a moment, gloomy. Then, he headed back home. Much to his surprise, Thomas was already awake. And he had made breakfast. A big breakfast. Well, what is the more worrying right now is how much weight I'll put on in only two weeks ?

To be continued

The setting is now finished. Let’s see if Thomas will be able to resist his desire with his crush... Especially when Dan has no problem with the feeding part at all ;)

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Read and Right

YN age 21

Dean age 39

Sam age 35

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Warnings: description of injury and surgery, canon violence, language, fights, death

Summary: YN stops by to see the Winchesters on a case. Dean didn’t expect her kindness.

*This does not follow the canon timeline exactly.  Thanks to @sbcamp08 for the amazing beta! 

Words 5,600

“Dean, it says bacon or cheese.  Which do you want?”

“Both.”  Dean responded.

“Okay, both please.”  Sam ordered food for his brother.

“Thanks, Sammy,” Dean looked at the diner table instead of the waitress, ashamed.

“Thank you,” Sam gratefully complimented the waitress as she walked away.  “You’re fine, Dean.”

————-

“So, how’s the hunting?”  The Winchesters’ young friend asked Dean in the bunker.  Visiting for a few days while after a case, she stayed with the brothers.

“Kinda slow.  I’m getting anxious.  It’s good to actually visit with you though, tiny one.”  He laughed.  

“I’m not tiny!”  YN giggled in response.

“Short, feisty, smart, bark and a bite.  I wish I was like you.  Smart and all that.”

“I can see that,” YN gave her thanks, not a response Dean was not expecting. “You’re smart too, Dean.”

She saw a paper with scribbles on it near his elbow on the table.

Huh? Weird. 

“Nah.  I leave the smart stuff to other people.  I hunt.  That’s what I do.”

“You know you have to make connections and think critically to do that, right?  You’re the smartest hunter I know, Dean.  And being a hunter shouldn’t be your identity.  It’s what you do for work, that’s it.”

“Suck up,” Dean smiled but dismissed her compliment.

“Forget it, Dean.  Good night.”  YN was saddened by how he was consistently putting himself down.

“Uh- goodnight, YN.” 

—————

“‘Morning, sunshine,” Dean laughed at YN’s ratty hair.

“Shut up.  I need coffee.”  YN groaned.

“Here,” Dean poured a cup and handed it to her.

“Thanks.  You gonna read that?” She motioned to the newspaper on the island of the kitchen.

“Oh, no.”  He quickly shoved it over to her.  YN noticed the paper was opened to the crossword puzzle.  “You working on this?”

“No, you can have it.”  He winced, wanting to be as far away from it as possible.

“Okay, thanks.  You okay?”

“Yep!”  He recovered, scratching the back of his head.

“Man, these are hard!  What’s a motorized saw that goes back and forth?”  She looked quizzically at the page.

“Reciprocating.”  Dean jumped at the chance to answer.

“Dang, Dean!  Thanks!”  YN was surprised at the quick response.  “These other filled in boxes are just scribbles.”

“I need to go do- laundry.”  The male hunter tried to leave the situation quickly.

“Hey, Dean.  Did you do this?”

“No, I…” He trailed off, not thinking of a defense fast enough.

“It looks like gibberish.” She saw his face turn pale. “Can you write?”  YN looked at him with a quizzical expression.

“Umm.”  Dean paused.  YN took a beat.

He can’t write? Can he read? 

“It’s okay, Dean.”

“No, it’s not.”  He turned to face the wall.

“Turn around, Dean.” The younger hunter touched his shoulder to make him shift toward her.  He slowly followed her command.

“I never… learned.”

“Dean-“

“No,” he scooted away from her.  “It’s fine-“

“Would you like to learn?”  YN offered.  “I can try and teach you.”

He was taken aback by her lack of teasing.  Dean’s mouth was agape at her idea.

“No, I can’t.  It’s too late to teach an old dog new tricks.” Dean blinked, shrinking into himself.

“Exactly my point.  I can teach you.”

“You probably don’t have time,“ he shrugged.

“Don’t worry about that.  Don’t think about anyone else.  Do you want to learn?”

“Don’t make fun of me though!”  He snapped at her and then froze. YN could see the desperation on his innocent face.  He was giving her information he rarely told anyone.

“I would never.  Thank you for trusting me with this.  I would love to help you,” she made sure to give him a wide smile before she stood up. “I’ll be back in an hour.”

When YN returned, she carried shopping bags to the kitchen. She walked to his door and knocked. “Dean! Come with me!”

He opened the door and heard her footsteps down the hall.  Wiping his eyes from his nap, he followed the sound.

“Yeah?”  Dean turned the corner to the kitchen and saw pencils and workbooks on the kitchen table.  “No.”  He shifted on his feet when he realized what she had done.

“Dean.”  YN hopped up from the stool and ran after him. He walked swiftly down the hallway. “Stop!”  She yelled after him.

“I can’t! Okay, I just can’t.  I’m not smart, okay?”

“SMARTS HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH READING, DEAN!”  YN screamed at him. He quieted at her harsh response. “Stop saying that.  You do not get to believe that anymore,” she whispered.

“Okay.”

“Good,” YN let out a breath.  “Come on, then.”  She pivoted on her feet to enter the kitchen again.  He entered through the door frame fully before looking at the supplies on the table.  “Sit down.  I want to show you what I bought.”

“You didn’t have to-“

“Shut up and listen, Dean.  I know I don’t have to,” YN said calmly.  “I found these workbooks that assist with reading and writing.  There are also flash cards here for practice.”  She showed his the cover pages of the books.  The older hunter took in everything before him slowly.  

“That’s for babies!”  He pushed them all off the table. YN jumped back in surprise and shrieked, getting Dean’s attention. He froze and swallowed hard. “Sorry, YN.  I didn’t mean it, just a lot to take in is all.”

“It’s okay.  Look, we don’t have to start today.  I just wanted to show you.”

“Can’t I learn by reading bigger books?”

“We could, but it would take longer. Trust me, reading needs to be taught correctly.  If you put the work on with these, then I will make sure to find books you will like later on.”

“I don’t want to,” he sighed.

“I know.  How about this?  Since you don’t have any cases right now, if you work on it every day for the next week, I’ll stick around and clean the bunker?”

“You promise?”

“Promise.”

“And if you keep up with it, I will be on call for assistance.”  YN increased her offer.

“Really?”

“Well, yeah, Dean. Deal?”

“Deal.”

——

Day 1 

The next day, Dean and YN sat down to work on his academic skills. She chose to work on identification of the letters first. It was difficult for Dean.  Getting easily frustrated, he threw a flash card toward the wall. It floated to the floor not far from him.

“Gah!”

“Dean, just take a breath.  Focus on this second. I can see that you’re anxious, and that’s okay.”

“No, it’s not!  I should know how to do this!”  He gritted his teeth. Soothingly, YN told him that she knew the first day would be hard, so she would increase his work time slowly.  When he realized he couldn’t push her away with his defensiveness, he refocused.  As he practiced identifying the letters, he was able to work through it and identify a few more before they ended for the day.

“You did great, Dean!”

“I know like three letters…” he expressed his discouraged attitude. YN reassured his hard work and progress before she dismissed him for the day.

Day 2 

“Let’s review the letters you learned yesterday.”

“It’s like five letters.  I know them, let’s move on.”  Dean was already impatient.  

“Fine.  What’s this one?”  YN put a letter ‘e’ in front of him.

“Umm.  ‘D’?”  He was slow to answer, realizing he did not recognize the letter.

“Dean.  You guessed.  It’s okay that you don’t know.”

“You know what?  This is stupid.”

“Don’t care, big guy.”

“Never mind.  I don’t want to do this.  You can go home now.”

“Really, Dean?  After everything we’ve talked about? You can trust me! I’m pushing you because, yes, it’s hard, but you can do this.  You can.”

“It’s too hard.”

“The beginning is the hardest. Now, let’s sit down and do this, or I will not do your laundry.”  She grinned at her wager.

“Oh, please do it.  I hate it.”  Dean begged her, scared of her threat.

“You cannot compare yourself to other people. You don’t know how to read or write YET.  You will.  Not everyone knows how to hunt or work on cars either.  If they want to learn, they work at it, right?”  He nodded.  “So, that’s what we’re doing.  Every time you diminish yourself or your work, I’m making you tell me something you’ve done or are capable of doing that you’re proud of.”

“YN!”  He returned, frustrated.

“That’s two,” she counted.

“I’m not good at-“

“Three!”  YN said shortly.  Dean tried to fight back, but he shut his mouth when she put an index finger over her lips, signaling him to be quiet.  

“Fine.”

He became confused, switching a few letters. YN was able to work with him through his anger until he learned enough for that day.

“I’ll collect on those compliments when you’re calm and have possibly taken a nap. Go relax.”  YN was tired, but she encouraged him, showing him the emotional support that he needed.

That night as the two ate pie, YN asked for his accomplishments.

“You were serious?”

“Yeah, of course.  Come on.  Number 1.”  Dean wasted time not wanting to answer. “Dean, how about I give you options?”

“Umm.  Okay?”

“Number One’s options are: your ability to learn new skills quickly, your amazing protection and devotion to family, or rebuilding Baby?”

He thought for a minute before saying, “Sammy.  I will always protect him.”

“Good!  Nice work.  Okay, next one.”  YN continued her prompting until the three things were acknowledged.  “How do you feel?”

“Kinda funny, but I know those things are true.”

“You have great qualities, Dean.”

“Thanks.”  He offered a small, grateful smile.

——————

Day 3 

“Wow! Thanks for all the bacon!”  Dean looked at his breakfast plate.

“You’re going to have a heart attack.”  Sam rolled his eyes.

“Stop, Sam.  Dean did great work yesterday.  It should be rewarded, don’t you think?”

“With a heart attack? Weird, but sure.”  He chuckled.

“Not what she meant, bitch.”  Dean deadpanned.

“Sorry,” Sam quietly chuckled.

“He’s doing great.  Leave him alone, sprout.”  YN rebutted to Sam playfully.  “Once breakfast is done, will you be ready to practice your letters?” She turned toward Dean.

“If we have to…” he dragged out the last word in pseudo defiance.

“Smartass.”

“Every time,” he winked at her.

———-

“What’s this?”

“H”

“Awesome.”  YN smiled.  “We learned that one yesterday, and you remembered!  Good job, dude!”

“Yeah, but-.”

“You owe me a compliment for yourself.”

“Ugh, YN!”

“You wanna make it two?”  She was stern but not mean.

“No.  I should have said thank you. Sorry.”

“Look, my goal for you is to have these memorized by the time I leave at the end of the week. We are ten letters in and have 5 days left which includes today.  Let’s do this.  We got this.”  YN beamed.

“Do I though?”

“You can totally conquer this, yes.”

“What happens when you leave?”

“Let’s not worry about that right now.  Besides, I still have to clean this pigsty.”  YN giggled.

“It’s not THAT dirty, small fry.”

“Keep believing that, Pig Pen.”

————

Day 4

“I’m not cleaning this damn bunker if you keep throwing a fit, Dean.”

“I don’t remember though!”

“So don’t guess! Just tell me, and I will help you!”  YN groaned back at him.  “I want you to practice the other letters alone for a second.  I need a minute.  Excuse me.”  Not wanting to become angry, she left the room to refocus so that she could model positive coping skills.  Dean picked up the cards and flipped through them. The younger one walked into her guest room and crashed on the bed.

Come on, Dean. You got this. Stop degrading yourself.  You’re smart. Why can’t you see that? 

After a few minutes, YN took a breath and stood up. When she opened her door, Dean was sitting against the wall on the floor across the hall.

“What-“

“Look, I’m an ass.  I know.  I’m sorry,” Dean apologized. YN took a beat before crossing the hallway and sitting next to him.

“I’m going to tell you something that NO ONE knows.  Okay?”

“Oh, secrets. Do tell.”  Dean nudged her playfully.

“I’m serious.” Dean saw her expression change.  “I couldn’t read for a long time either.”

“Really?”  His eyes as wide as saucers.

“Yep.  It was awful.  Same story as you.  Moved around with Dad too much for me to really learn.”

“Who taught you to read?”  Dean was curious.

“Bobby,” she answered him.

“You can’t be serious.”

“Yep.  I offered to pay him so that I could stay with him after Dad died, but he said that I needed to learn to read as a type of payment.  So he taught me.”

“Wow!  And no one knew?  Dang.”

“Nope.”

She went on to tell him how she didn’t adjust to being instructed well, but Bobby wouldn’t give up on her.  YN reiterated her encouragement to Dean. He wasn’t alone, and she understood his frustration, but he was the smartest person she knew.  She respected him, and YN didn’t want him to feel limited or ashamed for being illiterate anymore.

“I get it.  It just takes so much time.”  Dean put his head in his hands.  

“You know who inspired me to read?”

“Your dad?”

“No,” she acknowledged. “You.”

“What? Why me?”

“You’re like my older brother.  You’ve known me since I was eight and my dad made friends with you on that wendigo case. I remember you teaching me about cars and self-defense. Everything you do, you’re good at.  Or you practice until you’re good at it.  I’ve wanted to be exactly like you ever since I met you.  And Sam too.  You guys are definitely a pair.”  YN complimented the boys.  

“Wow.  I didn’t know that.  Well, you’re pretty cool too, kid.”

“Ha. Thanks.  You ready to get back at it?”

“If we have to.” He laughed.

“Oh, shut up,” YN rolled her eyes.

—————-

Day 7 

“Sam!”  YN called for the younger Winchester. When he arrived in the kitchen, he saw Dean smiling. “Watch this.”  She quizzed Dean on the entire alphabet in order.  He named every one of them correctly, and he was able to recite the alphabet without assistance.  When Dean finished, he looked over at Sam. The younger Winchester had tears in his eyes.  He ran to YN and gave her an engulfing hug.  

“I can’t thank you enough.  This is amazing.”  Quickly, he let go of her and pulled Dean into him. “I’m so proud of you.”

“Thanks, Sammy.” After a moment of silent appreciation, Dean asked, “Anyone want a beer?”

—————

“Thank you for cleaning.  You are making good on your promise.”  Dean met YN’s eyes.

“You kept yours.  I gotta keep mine.  When are you going to start the workbooks?” She asked

“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about, actually.”

“Oh?”

“I trust you. No one knows but you, Sam and Bobby.  Can you stay?  I mean, stay and teach me? I still have to actually learn to read now and write too. I’ll be good, I promise.”  He gave a sly grin.

“I need to hunt, Dean.  I want to help, but-“  She was afraid it would destroy their rapport but she had been ignoring Garth’s calls for hunts.

“That’s also why I wanted to bring this up.  You want to hunt with us?  That way we can do this on the road?  I need your help.”

“Really?” After a few seconds, she took a breath.  “I hadn’t thought about it, but sure.”  

“And could you clean the bunker more?  You keep it so nice.”

“You just want me to stay so that your tighty whiteys get washed!”  YN faked offense. “Yes, I will stay, you dweeb.”

————-

A Few Months Later 

The Winchesters and YN traveled to a small town in Ohio for a case. At a diner, YN prompted Dean to read the menu.

“E-ggs. Oh. Eggs.”

“Good.  The next one is harder, but sound it out.”

“Ba, Bac-on. Backon.”

“Nice job sounding it out.  There is no food called backon though. Try to think of what delicious goodness usually comes with eggs.”

“Bay-con, eggs and bacon!”  He beamed from ear to ear.  YN had never seen him smile so widely.  

“Yes!”  She gave him a high five.

“You can’t read ‘eggs and bacon’?  A waitress walked up to the table. Dean's eyes went wide and his face turned red.

“Excuse me.”  Dean tried to get out of the booth, but YN wouldn’t move. She put her hand on his chest to stop him.

“Look, lady, I don’t know who raised you, but they obviously don’t teach you manners.  This guy,” she pointed to Dean, “helped raise me.  He taught me to treat others with respect, no matter what.  You should learn that.  Your attitude is indelicate. We request that waitress over there or we’ll blast this restaurant’s service all over Yelp.  You understand me?” YN gave a guttural, protective sound with her statement.

The waitress let her jaw drop. Quickly she ran into the kitchen.

“You didn’t have to do that,” Dean thanked YN.

“Yes, I did. You’re practicing a skill.  She had no right to do that.  So, what do you want to eat?”

“Flapjacks- and lots of bacon.”

—————-

“You’ve learned to write A through M! That’s amazing, Dean.  Let me see!”  YN complimented him via computer video chat. Dean held up his paper where she could easily see lowercase letters covering the page.  They were fairly recognizable, and she was so proud of him.

“When are you coming back?”  Dean wanted his study buddy at the bunker.

“Garth said we’re almost done.  Besides, your cold should give you plenty of time to practice before Sam and I get back.  Probably a day and a half.”

“But I need my people,” Dean whined.

“You’re just a big baby.”  YN giggled. “The man-cold is real to you, isn’t it, Dean?” YN folded over in uncontrollable laughter.  

“No!”  He snapped back, defensive.

“Okay, okay.  Onto the next subject.  Look, I swiped your alphabet cards so that we could practice together while I was gone.  You ready for a review?”  YN raised a brow.

“YN!  I know the letters! I’m writing them.”  Dean complained.

“Okay then.  What’s this?”  She showed him the letter ‘q’, realizing he still had trouble with that one.

“Okay, I’m sorry.  I don’t know.”

“This is the letter ‘q’, Dean.  This is why we review.  Everyone does.  You consistently train to fight, right?”  She made eye contact. He agreed. “See? Same thing.  Only this is for reading and writing.”

“I understand.”

They practiced recognizing letters again before YN taught him to write the letter ‘N’.

“Okay, got your pencil?”  YN looked at Dean through the camera.

“Yep.”

“To start the letter, you begin with a straight line going down vertically to the bottom.  Next, a diagonal line from the top of the first line down to the bottom line.  Like this.”  She showed him her work as an example.  “Then go to the top and make a straight line down so that it touches the diagonal line.  All done.”  She smiled.  “Let’s see.”  He turned his paper to her. “Oh my gosh.  Dean!  That’s awesome!  Okay.  I want you to write it fifty times or until it looks consistent.  If you need examples, look through your workbooks, okay?”

“Fifty times?!”

“I can make it 100 if you want.”  She grinned slyly.

“Fine, I’m going! Goodnight, YN.”  Dean thanked her without using words.

“See you soon, Dean.”

————

“Dean!”  Sam yelled for his older brother in an urgent manner.  As Dean walked quickly into the entry room, he saw Sam holding YN in his arms. “She got shot.” Dean’s eyes went wide.  “Help me carry her downstairs and lift her onto a table?”  Sam requested.  “I hurt my hand.” 

“Oh, YN.  Yeah.”  He ran up the steps to take her from Sam. Semi-unconscious, she leaned into his body. “I got you, kid.”  He placed her onto the table before lifting her shirt so that he could view the bullet wound in her abdomen. “Ah, crap. Okay, Sam, go get cleaned up. I’ll take care of her.”

“Thanks, Dean.”

He turned his attention to YN as Sam left for the shower.

“Oh, sweetheart.  I’ve got you.”  He focused on the entry wound, seeing the metal piece right under her skin.  He carefully used some alcohol to clean the injury area and the tools before digging out the bullet. YN stirred but did not wake because of his homemade antibiotic.  When he was finished, he bandaged her stomach.  Carefully, he carried her to her bed.  “Goodnight, YN.”

—————

When Dean woke up the next morning on the floor of YN’s room, he heard, “Dean?” at a whisper.

“Hey, YN.  You okay, sweetheart?”

“Did you practice your writing while we were gone?” She whispered to him.

“Don’t worry about that right now.  Just rest.  Are you okay?  Do you hurt?”

“My abs.  What happened?”

—————

“No, you’re not sitting at the table with me.  You are resting. Resting in your bed.  I will bring my workbooks in here.”

“But, Dean!  It’s been two days!  I will go crazy.”

“You already are.  Now stay.”  Dean smiled to himself at his joke and turned and left her sulking on her bed.  He soon came back with his workbooks. “I practiced my ‘n’s’.  They look okay, see?”  He handed her his workbook.

“What the hell, Dean?”

“What?!”

“This is the best work you’ve done!”  YN beamed.

“Oh.” He ducked his head. “Thanks.”

“You should be proud, big guy.  You ready to start the ‘o’s’?”

“Yep!”  Dean settled on the floor to start his lesson. A few minutes later, he became angered. “Mine looks nothing like the book’s!”

“Dean, look at me.”  He turned to face her.  “This letter is one is the hardest to learn.  Don’t beat yourself up.  Either take a break or breathe and continue, but no bad thoughts.  You can do this.”  Dean sighed and looked back at his paper.  After some more practice, his letters became more consistent. “Good job, Dean.  Looks great.  I don't feel good.”  YN looked pale.  Dean grabbed a trash can and handed it to her.  She coughed hard, but didn’t throw up. When YN took a deep breath, she motioned for her water bottle on the desk.  Dean handed it to her.

“Let’s be done for today.  You rest.  I’ll go practice at the table.  Sleep well, YN.”

—————

“What the hell are you doing out of bed?”  Dean asked as he entered YN’s room.

“Bathroom.  Can you walk me there?”

“Oh.  Sure.  You feeling better?”

“Weak, but yeah.”  The two walked toward the restroom.  

“I’ll make you some lunch to get some food in you.”

“Chips and salsa?” She grinned, knowingly trying to manipulate him.

“Hell no. Not on your weak stomach.  We’ll start with toast.  Nice try, though.”  Dean let go of her when they reached the bathroom. He waited until the door opened to walk her back to her bed.

“Can I lay on the couch? I hate being alone in there. Please?”

“Fine, But you’re going to be horizontal, got it?”

“Yes, King McGrumpy Squirrelpants.”  YN couldn’t hold back her laughter.

“You know what, kid, you’re a handful.  Come on.”  He escorted her to the couch where she maneuvered herself to a flat position.  “Thank you.”  He bowed, silly.

“You’re an idiot.  But you’re welcome.”  YN waved her hand, dismissing him from his bow.

————-

“I don’t want to! Can’t we have a day off?”  Dean displayed his displeasure for writing his letters.

“Get your stuff, come on.”

“Ugh.  Tyrant.”  Dean growled.

“I love you too, Dean,” YN laughed uncontrollably. Dean grumbled as he exited the living room and came back with his work. “Okay, we’re on ‘s’, dude! Can you believe that?”

“Only a million to go,” he huffed.

“One.”

“No! No compliments!”  Dean groaned.

“Then don’t belittle how far you’ve come.”

“But I want to be done!”

“Two.”

“Gah!”

“Okay. Okay, breathe.  Don’t worry about that right now.  Give me my whiteboard.” He handed it to her. As they practiced, he didn’t feel his letters were becoming any better. “Dean.  I need you to relax.  It’s hard, but just focus on one letter at a time.”

Slowly, Dean started to feel as if his work was paying off for the day.

“Okay, Dean.  All done for today.  I need a nap.”

“I’ll keep practicing.”

“No, Dean.  All done.  If you don’t take breaks, you’ll resent learning.”  

“Ha! Already do.”  Dean grinned.  “Thanks, kid.”

—————-

As the three hunted, Dean continued to grasp reading and writing.  Learning the letters as well as the sounds, he became determined to finish the alphabet.

“Here.  Read this.”  YN tossed Dean a paperback book called Nan and Fran, underline an easy reader.

“A book?” Dean’s eyes lit up.

“Yeah, you’re almost done with the alphabet.  We have to practice putting all of the sounds together.”

“I’m not ready though.”  He looked at his shoes.

“Nonsense. Come on.  Read.  First page.”

He rolled his eyes and opened the book.  Dean looked up at YN, begging her with his eyes, scared.

“Dean. I mean it.  You’re ready.  It’s scary, but it’s a good thing.” YN gave a reassuring smile.

He took a deep breath and looked down at the first page.

“Nuh, Na, Nan,”  He grunted in near defeat.

“Good, keep going.”

“Nan an-d Fr-, Fra-n, Fran r-a-n.” He completed the sentence.

“Okay, now read it all together.”

“Nan and Fr- Fran ran,” Dean stated more confidently.  He beamed.  YN punched him in the arm.

“DEAN! That’s so good!  Okay, keep going.”

—————

2 Months Later

“I bought you a gift for your birthday, Dean.”  YN excitedly bounced on the balls of her feet.

“Oh? Do tell.”

“Here.”  She walked to him and handed him the bag.  He squinted at the wrapping paper.  When he moved it out of the way, he saw it.

“No way!”  Dean grinned at YN. “You got me a chapter book?”

“Of course.  You’ve worked hard.  You’ll like it.”

“Thank you, YN!”  Dean stood from his chair and engulfed her in a giant hug

“You’re welcome, Dean.  You deserve it.  It’s a great book.  It’s about this princess who finds her fairytale knight-“

“No, YN! Please, no.”  He whined.

“I’m just kidding, dweeb.  It’s about a spy.”

Dean gratefully grinned. “Awesome!  Hey Sammy!”  Dean walked into the next room, “I got a chapter book!” YN heard him exclaim to his brother.

“That’s amazing, Dean! You earned it, jerk.”

“Bitch.”

She smirked at their loving insults.

————-

“Hey, Bobby,” YN smiled as she entered his house. Dean and Sam followed behind.  They ate dinner soon after arrival, tired and hungry. When dinner and dishes were done, YN told Dean he needed to read his book.

“How did you get him to read like that?’”  Bobby pulled YN aside, observing Dean with an open book on the couch.

“Same as you taught me. Lots of practice.  And fighting and a little incentive,”  YN gave a chuckle.  

“Sounds like father like daughter.”

“Huh?”  She quizzically tilted her head.  Bobby’s mouth dropped at his own statement. “Wait, what?”

“Nothing. Dinner’s ready.”  Bobby tried to leave the area, but she yelled his name.  Everyone turned.

“Bobby, what are you talking about?”  YN asked as he walked away.  “Who is he talking about?”  She looked to Sam and Dean.

“What?”  The older Winchester looked at her having missed the conversation.

“What did he mean? Like father, like daughter? You and I are not related.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”  He played dumb, but she saw the blood drain from his face.

“So it’s true? And to think I trusted you all!”  YN stomped out of the house, got into one of Bobby’s operable vehicles, and drove off.

“BOBBY!”  Dean yelled, angry at the older hunter.

—————-

“Hey, Jody.”  YN greeted her as Jody opened her front door.

“Hey, YN!  What are you-“. The sheriff pushed open her screen door to see red, puffy eyes.  “What happened?”

“I was staying with- the boys-“ she sniffled, “and we are visiting Bobby, but he said, he said that Dean is my dad!” YN ran into Jody’s arms.

“What?”  Jody let that sink in.  “Okay, come here.”

YN held onto Jody until she stopped crying on the couch.

“You ready to tell me what happened?”  Jody leaned away from her. YN nodded.  She took a deep breath.

“Bobby said something about being ‘like father like daughter’, meaning me and Dean.  Then, he froze. I saw Dean and his face went white. I knew after that.  I don’t remember the rest though. Somehow I made my way here.  Did you know about this?”

“No, sweetheart.  I didn’t, but I’m sure they had good reason.”

“That’s bullshit, and you know it.”

“I know, but I had to try.”

————-

“Really?”  Jody elevated her voice at the men.

“It was to keep her safe!” Dean argued back, motioning to YN.

“Yeah, well, now my fake dad is dead and my real one is a coward!  I had a right to know!”  YN screamed at Dean.

“Hate me if you want, but it was for your own good, I promise,” he whispered. “Excuse me,” He ducked his head and tried to leave the conversation when YN slid in front of him and body blocked him.

“Just sit down.”  She growled.  He backed away and sat on the couch.  Everyone’s eyes widened.  

“Sam, Bobby,” Jody nodded toward the door.  “They need a minute. As the three left, YN walked over to Dean. He started to look up at her, but she slapped him on the face.  He opened his mouth to stretch the now reddened skin.

“I deserved that,” he whispered.

“Hell yeah, you did. Explain to me why you didn’t raise me and why you kept it a damn secret!”

“YN, your dad was a friend of mine when I found out I was going to be a father. He wasn’t into hunting at the time, and he and your mom wanted to have kids, so-“ He was interrupted.

“So you shipped me off?  And you stayed away? Until I was eight, Dean?  You didn’t even want to help me after he died I was fifteen!”

“To keep you safe! He got into hunting because of your mom’s death after you were born and but you were already being taken care of by him.  He had to protect you.  I couldn’t waltz in and take over, that wouldn’t have been right.”

“Damnit, Dean. Anything else you want to add?”  YN huffed.  “Was I a mistake?”

“What?  No.  Of course not.  We just had to look out for you.”

“Okay, so who’s my real mom?”

“She was the longest girlfriend I ever had.  She was amazing.  You look just like her.”

“What’s her name?  Is she still alive?”

“Her name was Esmeralda, but I called her Ezzy.  No, she isn’t.  Sorry, sweetie.” He pulled her to sit next to him.  

“Oh. My-“. She put her head in her hands.

“It’s a lot, I know.”  Dean rubbed her back.

Tears ending over, she wiped them away with her fingertips. “So, hunting?”

“Yeah, that’s what took her from me.  Look, that’s a conversation for another time, but just know I love you.  I always have.” He pulled her into him lovingly.

“Gah, Dean.  I can’t- I just- it’s too much.”  YN stood up.  

“It’s a lot. I’m so sorry. I wouldn’t have changed my decision though. He was a better father than I would have been.”

“I need a minute,” YN swiftly left the room and ran up the stairs.  

———-

An hour later Jody sat with Dean in Bobby’s living room.  “She still not talking to you?”  

“Up in her room.  Won’t come out.”  Dean put his head in his hands.

“Wow.”

“Yeah.  Jody, I-  she wasn’t supposed to find out.”

“But she did, Dean.  Blame it all on whatever you want, but your little girl is confused and lost.  Don’t let her get in her own head or you’ll lose her.”  Jody sat across from him.

“He already did,” YN suddenly walked down the stairs.  “And to think you were my hero.”  She eyed Dean. “I helped you, damnit!  Forget it, don’t call me and ask for any more.”

“YN-” Dean started.

“No.  You ripped my heart out and then stomped on it with your big, bad, hunter boot.  I need some time.”  YN threw her backpack over her shoulder.  “I’m staying with Jody for a while.”

“Please don’t.  I promise I will-”

“Your promises do not have any weight right now, Dean.  I need to think, and I can’t with you so close.”  YN frowned.

“Kid, do you hate me?”

“Can we go, Jody?”  YN ignored his question.

“Sure, YN.”  Jody stood, but stopped movement when Dean stood as well and crossed his arms.

“You knew about this?”  He looked at Jody.  “She and I need to figure this out.”

“Dean, don’t.”  YN rolled her eyes.  “I’m leaving.”

“Stop.  We need to talk about this,” Dean tried to put a hand up to block her.

“When you can write me an apology letter, let me know.  It will probably take you a while, asshole.  Bobby can help you with the rest of it, but he won’t be as nice as I was. Bye, Dean.”

YN walked out of the house and slammed the screen door.

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[fcrvour-blog]

     is that a bird or a plane ? nah , it’s just 𝐊𝐘𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐌 . word on the street is that the 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘 - 𝐓𝐖𝐎 year old , cismale , looks an awful lot like KIM JUNGWOO , but i just don’t see it . strangers believe them to be 𝐀𝐖𝐎𝐋 & 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓 , but their friends will tell you they’re ALTRUISTIC & EMPATHETIC . they associate themselves with early morning ocean breezes , off - white colored silk sheets , the scent of velvet petals & soft vanilla , collections of sparkly stickers , & empty strawberry milk cartons .

     hello all , it’s your local 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐁 ( she / her , nineteen , pst ) rising from the ashes ! it’s definitely been a hot minute since i’ve joined an rp . & at last , i’m coming in with a revived muse . i hope you take care of him & love him more than i do ! under the cut will be some key points to note about about sam & some wanted connections .

sam is a total soft boy , so please treat him kindly . he cries easily no matter what emotion he’s feeling . at the sight of something beautiful , he will undoubtedly shed at least one tear . 

as someone who grew up with a small & soft voice , he definitely acts that way as well . with his shy smiles & reassuring gestures , he just wants everyone to get along & be friends .

he won’t hesitate to put someone else before him . that’s just the way he’s always done it . he knows it’s a selfish world , but he doesn’t see any need to be on his end .

a part - time worker as a babysitter , & he genuinely loves kids . aside from that , it means he’s carrying around all of the necessities in his small & handy mustard - yellow backpack . for emergencies he always carries : a first - aid kit , extra clothing , a pastel purple pocket knife , a matching colored flashlight , a lighter with matches , paper , pens , sparkly stickers , sugar - free lollipops , & snacks . in fact , he will hand anyone a sticker & or lollipop if they look like they’re not in a good mood .

he’s also a part - time uni student who is studying child development . even though his parents know he is capable of so much more , being the book smart guy he is , they support him to the fullest . it’s his passion , & he is determined to aid them with finding themselves & grow into their personalities .

a person who loves to wander off on his own . in reality , he just wants to see where the road takes him . for those who he surrounds himself with , they can say he’s the type to be there one second & gone the moment you turn around to check on him . the definition of a person who has their head in the clouds .

sam isn’t someone who’s experienced the world’s unfortunate reality . by that , it means he doesn’t typically go out & socialize with everyone . he wants to convince himself that there isn’t bad in this day & age . he’s a homebody & prefers it that way . all he’s ever done in his life is enforce all of the good , pretending the inferior doesn’t exist . 

some basic facts : he moved around a lot as a teen , his parents are divorced , he’s fluent in korean ( native ) , chinese , japanese ( conversational ) , english , french , & spanish , he refers himself as pansexual because everyone is so gorgeous inside & out , has only ever been in one relationship ( peep that connection page for details ) , loves to read , is a terrible dancer , bakes all sorts of goods , & only has good intentions . 

i’m sure i’ll add onto this later , but click anywhere in this whole sentence to check out some of his 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 !

[eisforeidolon]

Episode: The Scar

Weirdly, I actually got a fair amount of enjoyment out of of this episode.  Not because it was good in any way – no, it was so bad it rocketed right past just being merely bad into so-bad-it's-funny territory.  Seriously, if you stop caring about how it's treating the characters we actually know and are invested in as either assholes or idiots, this episode is fucking hilarious.  Unfortunately, I'm pretty sure that's entirely unintentional.

Okay, so the part where Dean is making fun of Sam's beard is intentionally funny, and it works as a way of reassuring Sam and the audience that Dean is back to being Dean. That and Dean stripping down to a single layer are likely the only things I enjoyed about this episode as they were intended.  Okay, maybe the nod to Sam's serial killer hobby counts, too.  Other than that?

How the last episode basically ended with Jack giving a big speech saying Dean needs to die if they find Michael, but this one opens with him immediately going in for a hug from Dean and then five minutes later the show acts like we should agree Dean is “a dick” for just saying the literal truth that Jack isn't a trained, physically capable hunter?  With Jack's obvious sad woobie face and shoulders of sadness?  LOL  (Chalk another one up in the column they really do not read each other's scripts.)

Castiel staying behind to try and save the B plot, because now it's not just super epic best ever witches like Rowena who are more powerful than angels.  Nope, now his powers are no match for those of a random-ass witch who was taken down by some “hunter” from the AU world.  LOL  (Seriously, the Winchesters should have just saved themselves the time, hassle, and heartache of fighting the apocalypse and just bribed a couple of rando witches to take out Michael and Lucifer in the first place.)

The episode generally, but Sam especially, going on and on about how Dean just won't talk about things!  He's got to stop repressing!  Look, I'm not saying Sam is ever going to learn that Dean needs more time to process before he's ready to talk than Sam generally likes.  That is an established dynamic, and I can see why it’s frustrating for both brothers.  However, the part where the only amount of time that's passed is the literal time to drive back to the bunker and leave again almost immediately?  Yet it's made out to be a Big Deal Dean Isn't Talking Yet – because asking even a whole day is too much? Not to mention it only gets weirder if you add in that Dean didn't even have time to change clothes yet before it starts to be a thing. And it's not supposed to be weird Sam didn't mention there were a whole fuckton of people living in the bunker in this supposed ocean of time where Dean should have been opening up.  LOL

Then there's the absolute soap opera cheese of Jack deciding to run away, stopping because OMG! A GIRL! Who happens to have also just Learned Her Lesson about running away? That's some epically on-the-nose bad teen after school special nonsense.  I mean the acting was fine, but everything about the writing of this melodramatic time waster of a plot?  LOL

To elaborate further, I can't remember and don't care enough to check if Castiel and rando hunter chick were close enough to hear Jack and teen drama's conversation.  But the idea that literally anyone would take a witch saying her victims were “keeping her young” as a metaphor?  Even if they didn’t hear it then, the idea that neither of them would have talked to the girl themselves or otherwise learned anything about the M.O. of the witch whose “curse” they were trying to fix?  Let alone that neither would notice the goddamn matching necklaces?  Jack is ~*so smart*~ for solving this blatantly obvious Blue's Clues level “mystery” that required everyone around him to be brain dead to not get there first!  LOL

Everything about Beren's terrible Ninja Sue.  The return of the cheesy slo-mo.  That nobody's reported a bunch of heads on stakes in the woods even though Jody is supposedly investigating.  That she's so super special Michael senses her and her McGuffin Spear and tries to recruit her.  That she's so super special he literally physically fights her instead of obliterating her with a thought like the other humans and monsters that have tried to oppose him.  That she's so totally informed awesome she actually wins and gives him the ~*Mysterious Scar of the Mary Sue*~.  That two hunters and Jody are overwhelmed by Michael's monsters so she can come back and save them with more of her ludicrous ninja ballet mad fighting skillz.  Maybe they're trying to make the wire fight look less ridiculous in context by making all of the rest of the show's fights look terrible, too?  LOL

That given this joke of a character knocked out Sam and Dean and was going to feed them to a monster, was trying to kill Claire and sadly missed because reasons, and did kill actual!Kaia?  I'm somehow supposed to feel anything about her other than disappointed Dean only punched her in the face the one time?  Like I'm seriously supposed to give a fuck she's being chased by Michael's monsters?  That suddenly now when we're talking about Dean threatening Beren's precious Super Sue, Sam suddenly cares about harming humans again after the whole BMoL fiasco? That I'm supposed to think bad of Dean and feel sorry for this murderous supposed human who can hold her own against fucking Michael (still funny) ... because she remembers that bizarre moment of Dean pulling a gun on actual!Kaia … farted out by this same fucking quote unquote writer?  LOL

That I'm supposed to take everyone's teary eyes over some teen girl they knew for five minutes seriously. I'm talking about both teen drama in the B plot and Jody’s sob story about how she lost actual!Kaia.  Not to mention the hilarious line about Claire's first love.  Ah, yes, who doesn't love characters having informed relationships with randos they just met being The Most Important Evar?  Has Berens, like, ever had actual relationships with other humans that he really thinks they’re this perfunctory?  In bad fanfic by newbies writing for the first time, maybe even in unashamedly tropey shipfic, but writing relationships like this in an actual show?  LOL

The multiple times Berens made Sam spout really fucking obvious exposition to (just barely) give him something to actually do in the episode, just in case the audience were brain damaged or had slipped into a coma to need it spelled out.  LOL

How I'm not supposed to notice that whatever Not!Kaia is doing, AU!Michael is still out there with a plan they don't know and any lead on something that can hurt him is of primary importance and should be sought out as soon as possible? Oh yeah, focusing on that is definitely something for Dean to apologize for!  LOL

Not to mention how Dean's reason for letting Michael possess him was to save the world from Lucifer as well as Sam and Jack.  It's not like Lucifer was a gigantic threat who was planning to destroy the world himself.  Oh.  It's not like Michael was planning on crossing to their world as soon as he found out it existed.  Oh.  It's not like he made a deal with Lucifer that had him already there, wanting to fuck shit up.  Oh.  Nope, there's absolutely no reason Sam should say a single word to his apparently amnesiac brother.  Yeah, yeah, I know Dean has a guilt complex the size of the known universe, but even still?  It's all my fault.  *crickets*  LOL

I guess Jack’s case of previously hidden mystical consumption isn’t actually funny in and of itself, it’s just really cliché.  Considering how badly the writers have sabotaged anything that even remotely resembles stakes of life and death these past couple seasons though?  The idea I would be able to take the idea of it having any significant, lasting consequences seriously is very much a joke (regardless of spoiler knowledge).