#ask sythe

[asksythe]

Manjusaka (Hell Flower) Spirit Wei Wuxian.

Commissioned Art by Niayu for "Lovely Ones"

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45914380

[emmett-arts]

retail woes #3: the doctor is out

[the-dragon-girl-27]

Hello! Seen that Yuuma design discussion was coming, so.. i decided to insert my coin.

In my honest opinion, AI VOICE V.Y. Project Yuuma's design is not so mesmerizing, as VOCALOID official (Wakizashi) and famous fandesign (Roro 66) are more recognizable and iconic. They don't have to be laughed on, as if those were in the past.

AI VOICE V.Y. Project ≠ VOCALOID

P.S. You are nice artist, and it hurts to see that you have almost fallen to the level of those who say that "VOCALOID is dead. long live CEVIO, AI VOICE and SynthV!!11!". And for better understanding my point, recommend you to google "VY2" - results may like you.

oh no tumblr user the dragon girl 27 made one (1) meme about a vocaloid getting ported to a different software im sure that means she thinks vocaloid is dead and hates vocaloids

also outside of that post and this one kafu drawing (with miku in it), this Maki doodle and some of the characters in the background of this one frame of this one fanmade mv i made, I have never really posted any art publicly of any non vocaloid syths so i have no clue where you got that impression from.

also I dont get this us vs them mentality about voice syths, like you can be a fan of more than one software famsquad, we're all listening to singing anime robots at the end of the day.

[sythethecarrot]

first time sending u an ask but i just wanted to say hi so hiii!! <3

hiii! the famous val, i feel honoured omg! i love your name :) this is my first ask actually, this is so cool! i never knew that asks look like this hehe

hello and feel welcome to pop in whenever you like :) <3

[jitteryjive]

who the hell is playing two player game in the bg thats fucked up bro..

[theresa-draws]

heya! i just stumbled upon your page today... i love your art and its super cute! i mean can we talk about that rots doodle with obi wan being surprised anakin talks droid GOSH so cuteeeeee and im dying for anakin's bangs. cant wait to see what you do in the future sis x

love,

kao but you can call me sythe, whatever you want<3

i hope i did hayden anakin’s beautiful curly hair justice lmao

that deleted scene was hilarious, how is he making those droid noise with his very human mouth we just don’t know - it’s star wars 🤣

thank you so much!! 💙

[reverie-bros-bank-n-studio-co]

-casually lands-.

Ayooo, wut do we have hereeeeee.

( loveed, what are the ocs names able to the asks?).

Hello there visitor!

Welcome to the studio!

The following are the names of those available for asks!:

August "Augie" Mail (Ezys voice actor and character designer, musician, his dad as well in a way)

Ezy Nephalem (the boi himself)

Ink Bendy (the dancing demon)

Allison "Alli" Angel (warrior angel)

Thomas "Tom" Conner (dogged boi)

Wally "Sythe" Franks (we all agree he wears a hat right?)

Norman "Normi/Projectionis" Polk (projector boi)

Sammy "Shady" Lawrence (music grump, Ezys adoptive dad, his fav dad)

Henry "Warrior" Stein (Also Ezys adoptive dad, Ink Bendys dad/character designer)

Joey "Cato" Drew (an asshole)

Grant "Fern" Cohen (all work all stress)

Susie "Al" Campbell (Malice but has a bit more control)

Boris "Buddy" Lewek (awkward ™, looks up to Warrior)

Anaconda Shrumi (clone of the og Anaconda, Clone of Ezys brother)

Zulo (inky boi, adopted son of Shady as well)

Lacie "Loli" Benton (Strong lady will make you cookies unless ur a bitch)

Shawn "Stitch" Flynn (low key simps for Sythe)

Rhett Nephalem (Ezy's emo bitch ass son)

~~

May or may not add more in the future

-Mun Skeletoon

[strawberri-syrup]

i NEED a sword

[mollymaukerleaf]

😱, 🥵, 💍🌦

😱 - What’s your biggest fear?

hard to say really, there arent a lot of things to come to mind that i fear. maybe losing those i love?

🥵 - Would you rather be too hot or too cold?

too hot, i despise the cold. though the body is the opposite, we're very prone to heat stroke and take a while longer to warm up than most, we take forever to cool off.

💍 - Do you ever want to get married?

possibly, i wouldnt mind it so long as all my partners are fine with it as well as my spouse not minding me being poly. i could think of someone i wouldnt mind marrying someday.

🌦 - What’s your favourite weather?

ohh, tropical rain. its a warm breeze from the south and not too bright, perfect weather for cuddles if we want to stay inside. that or foggy/misty days i do like sunny days but the body has a horrible sensitivity to light and the sun. if we didnt have that i'd love to spend some time in the sun.

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Hello can I ask for a Male!reader(if your fine with that!)

that is the first ever emperor/king in human history.

like there the secret Back up in case the God's try anything sneaky.

and after his reveal how would the God's and human's react to his reveal and his fight

His weapon: would be a synth or syth (i forgot how spell it lol) pure red and a lot of details

His outfit: would be kinda like Qin shi Huang's but a lot more red and a lot more details,he would also have claws but longer and on all of his fingers and would use them to claw his opponent

He also has a tattoo on his face but it's red snake 🐍

And yes he is Very VERY arrogant and confident.

(I wish I can add photos but it won't let me🥲)

For the one's i like to see:

Humans:Qin shi Huang, Nikola Tesla and jack the ripper

God's:Hades,buddha, poseidon

(and if you do this I want to say thank you!♡︎)

-Throughout history, many have argued who in fact was the first true king. This age-old question had led to bitter wars and numerous arguments and debates throughout the world.

-Only a few, the earliest inhabitants of earth, knew the truth of the true first king of the world. A fierce warrior and even greater leader, he led his people from the brink of destruction to flourish and live without any suffering.

-His name was Y/N, and if you were an avid history buff, you might have seen his name a few times, but as he existed before pre-recorded history, not much is known about him or that he was even a king.

-Handsome and imposing, he looked intimidating, but it was the aura of a king, of a leader, one who would defend and lead his people himself.

-His most recognizable feature was a tattoo on his face, of a red snake, intricately detailed, but instead of hiding his beauty, it enhanced it, highlighting his features.

-Y/N was one of the first humans to be brought back to Valhalla, dying a hero’s death, protecting a child from a bandit and has since lived in the lap of luxury ever since.

-You enjoyed surprising others, mainly kings, who came to Valhalla, proving that you were the first king and you lorded that over them, your arrogance being fueled by their rage as they weren’t able to refute it.

-Qin Shi Huang became a good friend to you, being the first emperor and the two of you were very similar in personality, both being very confident and arrogant, but you both had the skills and experience to back it up with.

-If anyone were to compare the clothes you wear, they would say it’s similar to Qin Shi Huang’s own clothes, only red in color and more ornate, with fine intricate details, but to the trained eye, they were very different.

-Pairing your fine clothes with long claw fingertip rings made you look like Qin Shi Huang’s ancestor, but there was no connection, you weren’t even from the same part of the world!

-Brunnhilde disliked dealing with you, as you could be a pain in the ass at times, but when Ragnarok was announced, you were one of the first she approached, because your strength and skills were unmatched, something she told you.

-You agreed to fight, and she told you that you were a secret back up fighter, just in case if the gods tried to do anything sneaky, which she knew they would try, and you agreed to her terms, keeping quiet about your position, mainly because you wanted to surprise everyone when you got to fight, because you knew that you would get to fight.

-Chernabog, a deity of evil was suddenly announced as the next fighter and Brunnhilde was scrambling, looking for a fighter before laughter filled her ears.

-She turned with a slight scowl as you were walking towards her, holding your weapon of choice, a massive red scythe, over your shoulder, “Yo Brunnhilde! Looks to me like you need a hand!” she sighed softly in relief as she agreed, knowing you could handle yourself as you walked by, putting a hand on the top of her head, petting affectionately like she was a child which earned you a small pout, but you could sense her elation.

-When you were being introduced as the first king of the world, many who knew you cheered, knowing what a warrior you were, while others who didn’t know about you got a quick history lesson that you were indeed the first king of the world but because you lived before recorded history, nobody knew this but it was true!!

-You spun your scythe easily around your neck, facing off against the massive hulking demon god who looked furious, but you had a feeling he always looked like that.

-You made it look easy, not getting a single scratch on you, and you weren’t even taking things seriously! You looked like you were playing a cat and mouse game with one of the strongest gods out there!! Pairing your scythe with your claws, you were easily tearing Chernabog to shreds!!

-Many of the gods were furious, seeing your strength before you spun your scythe, pointing up at them, “Unlike you lot who have been sitting on your asses for the past millennia- I’ve been training and working hard!”

-Your arrogance was irritating but you were showing that you could back it up and you had the gods quickly eating their words, much to your glee.

-Qin Shi Huang- Was holding his stomach in pain because he had been laughing so hard, seeing you enter and playing around with your opponent- you weren’t even fighting seriously!! Could only watch in amusement as his good friend easily beat his own opponent, leaving you walking out the victor, not a hair out of place as you whistled happily as you headed backstage. When you met up with him a short while later, you pouted, annoyed, “He wasn’t even that strong!” which made your friend laugh again as you leaned into him, your pout increasing, “At least you can give me what I want!” He heard the flirt in your words, as you were a shameless flirt, but then again, so was he, “I’ll always give you want you want~” Brunnhilde couldn’t help but roll her eyes as she passed, hearing the two of you being flirty.

-Nikola- Had sparkly eyes, seeing you using your weapons with such delicate grace, using momentum to make your attacks stronger. Was amazed at how easily you defeated your opponent, walking out the victor while Chernabog was wheeled out on a stretcher. Nikola had difficulties with his own fight, almost winning himself, but in the end, he lost. Once you got backstage you were surprised to see Nikola charging towards you and he skidded to a halt in front of you, having huge sparkling eyes and began to rapidly fire questions about your technique, asking about the science behind your style. He amused you and was appealing to the eye as well, and you cupped his chin, a grin on your face, “Quite the looker aren’t you? Come with me, I’ll answer your questions while we have some tea together.” Nikola turned bright red at your shameless flirting, which you thought was cute before he followed after you as you began to answer his questions.

-Jack- Was impressed with your skills in your fight, you looked like you were born to be a warrior and he couldn’t help but smile, seeing the color of your soul, it was such a beautiful blend of joy and annoyance. He could tell you were disappointed in your match, you wanted a challenge, but you were having fun. You literally ran into each other backstage, both of you rounding the corner at the same time. You were more solid, so Jack was the one to fall back but you quickly lunged and caught him, arm going around his waist as your other hand caught his own, minding your claws. He was stunned before his face quickly went red, trying to pull away from you and you grinned, giving him a wink, “Can’t say I blame you for falling for me!” Jack was quickly standing, trying to regain control of himself but you couldn’t help but smile at his lingering blush, “Thank you for preventing me from falling, sir. I apologize for bumping into you.” You just grinned, flirting a bit more, taking his hand and pecking the back of it, “I’m not bothered, but I won’t say no to learning your name.” Jack was completely tomato red, which made you want to tease him even more- he was so cute!

-Hades- Was very impressed with your skills, you made it look so easy and it made him wonder how powerful you really were. He was still aching from his own match with Qin Shi Huang, who was by no means a pushover. Hades knew firsthand that humans were way stronger than they looked and you were no exception. You made him curious and not many humans were able to grab and keep his attention. When he sought you out after your match, he wasn’t expecting you to be such a gremlin, teasing him about losing to Qin Shi Huang. He surprised you by pinning you to the wall, telling you to watch your mouth and you immediately grinned, “Oh~ I didn’t know the king of the underworld was so bold~ careful now- I just might have to call for help~” you were so shameless- openly flirting with him as he stepped back from you, going to leave and you instantly grin, going after him, now that you had a taste, “Aww don’t be shy- I’m sure Qin Shi Huang wouldn’t mind sharing with me~” Hades didn’t know what he got himself into with the two of you, already feeling a headache coming on.

-Buddha- The two of you have met before, long ago as you were in Valhalla before he arrived, something you liked to tease him about, and the two of you got along well over your fondness for hating gods and eating snacks. There were many who also thought the two of you were dating, with how openly and shambles you both flirted with each other, but whenever anyone asked, the both of you just said you were friends. He couldn’t help but grin, watching you fight- he knew you were extremely strong as you sparred with him all the time and you could hold your own against Buddha, so Chernabog was going to be a cake walk for you. When you entered the waiting room you were sharing with Buddha you beamed, “I’m back darling!” and he grinned from his spot on the couch in the room, “Welcome back love~” you dove into his arms as Brunnhilde rolled her eyes, seeing the nauseating display of affection, “You sure you two aren’t dating?” Buddha grinned, sending her a wink, “Aww~ are you jealous Bru-chan? I’ll always have room in my heart for you~ but no we’re not dating.” she sent him a small glare, crossing her arms over her chest, speaking sarcastically, “And I’m the Queen of Valhalla.” Instantly both you and Buddha bowed to her, speaking in unison, “‘Your majesty!’” she left you both with a large steaming lump on your heads as you two roared with laughter before she left, giving you a small nod, thanking you for winning, which made you beam.

-Poseidon- As much as he didn’t want to admit it, Poseidon no longer underestimated humans, especially after suffering such a humiliating defeat at the hands of ‘history’s greatest loser’ who had never won a fight before. Watching you fight was more proof of humanity’s strength as you were easily beating a god who was notoriously powerful. He leaned his cheek on his hand, a bored look on his face as he watched the match, a little curious about how strong you actually were. After your match he sought you out, wanting to ask for a match, wanting to test your skills against his own as he spoke, “I want to have a round with you.” You looked over and instantly grinned, seeing the sea god, “Oh~ so bold~ at least buy me dinner first.” His trident was instantly against your neck, a dark glare on his face, shadows covering everything except for his glaring eyes, as he hadn’t meant it in that way, but boy you were having fun, “Oooh~ so kinky I didn’t know that gods we- GURK!!” he grabbed you by your throat, going to end you here and now for your disrespectful and shameless flirting before you managed to wheeze out, while sending him a wink, “Harder~” he dropped you on your ass before turning and you were quick to scramble to your fee, chasing after him, “Wait don’t leave! You can’t tease me like that then leave me hanging!” Poseidon has no idea what he has started.

[gee-arid]

ok, sorry if question is a bit long and if you have answered, please put the link for me to see please. Well... what are the names of the heroes? What was each heroe's first choice? (I mean the ladybug and cat holder). I know that Marinette is with the Fox and Ivan with the turtle, but for some reason I think that if they swap it would combine more (I speak more in symbolism, ivan who cannot lie with the "miraculous of lie"). What is the weapon of each carrier? About the turtle and Ivan, I think a purplish blue would match more (that leatherback turtle). What are the camouflaged forms of each miraculous? Do you have the reason why every person has every miraculous?

A big ask, but thats okay! I'd love to answer! Note that some answers like names and weapons are subject to change, im not great with names and im less familliar with some characters than others so, opinions and other ideas are awesome :)

Names and weapons, left to right:

Aliase Rouges (red wings), Cartoony sledge hammer

Veilluese (night light), Grappling hook

Bison? Hyland?, Guitar- its electric but doesnt have to be plugged in..

Adora (play on Adore), Frisbee

Ouroboros, Mirror shield (play on the medusa myth)

Tack (to temporarily fasten something together), Big Needle

Captain Stinger (shortened to Sting), Cutlass

Jockey?, Reins? maybe a whip

Alectryon, rooster body (i guess?)

Jack Rabbit (shortened to Jack), Pickaxe

Ridley (a type of turtle), Detatched shields- Bonus purpley-blue version: honestly it works just as well.

Tora (Japanese for tiger, i think), Sythe

R.A.T (acronym for Rodent Assist Team? idk, funny bit based on pokemons F.E.A.R strat lol, also sounds like a dj name??. also based on his purpose being mostly assisting pedestrians), Glow sticks (almost like a pair of lightsabers, without the deadliness. Basically glowing battons)

Boar, Boomerang (shaped like boar tusks).

Cirrus (a type of cloud, Aroure and Mirelle share the name and the miraculous), Lightning rod/ wind sock

Caprix (Play on Caprine), Chunky roller blades

Gibbon? (a type of monkey), one of those silly stretchy sticky hands

Reasons for each holder are here!

First choices are also listed there, if there isnt an alternative listed, they either had the same idea or no strong preference for a different holder. Regarding swapping holders based on symbolism (i.e. Ivan with the fox, Mari with the turtle) that would be super cool and i may draw them at some point in the future, but wouldn't fit with my au. This is because my bug and cat holders choose them based on preexisting relationships, traits, and talents.

Camouflaged forms are these:

Struggled with Alyas rabbit miraculous tbh, it doesnt quite fit with my au for it to stay a pocket watch anyway (the Rabbits power being swapped from Burrow in a time sense, to Burrow in a dig way) so i guess its normal activated form would be some kind of keychain? Alyas disguise currently is a tamogachi :)

Nino wears the mouse necklace wrapped around his wrist like a bracelet.

Max's snake bracelet turns into a smart watch.

Markovs claw connects to his existing claws, and mimics what claws he already has.

Mirelle and Aroure have similar chokers with the charm changed. Aroure has the lightning bolt, Mirelle has the rain drop. They have the chokers replicated by comission with Marinette so they can swap the actual miraculous between them when needed.

Sabrinas sunglasses are prescription. They could also be just normal glasses, no black tint, when appropriate.

Marcs ring, where rainbow, is iridescent!

The butterfly and peacock are still unavailable to our heroes.

[asksythe]

Is there any deeper meaning to Lan Wangji stealing the fragrance pouch Mian Mian gave to Wei Wuxian?

Well, yes.

He's jealous of that Mianmian hussy and wants Wei Wuxian to marry him and not her.

Hahahahaha!

Ahem. Let me explain. Flower or fragrant pouches are one among the 12 proposal gifts of ancient China.

Here it is, number 7 among the 12.

The meaning behind the flower satchel is 寄情寄思 (lit. to entrust my love and longing). So a woman giving a man a flower satchel she made in ancient times means, 'Marry me, dude!' And if a man asks for a satchel made by the woman's own hands, it means he's saying, 'You so hot, baby! Marry me!'

The flower/fragrance satchels as a token of great love and promise are most known through two separate legends:

1.Yang Guifei and Emperor Tang Xuanzhong. In which, after Yang Guifei died during wartime, only her flower satchel was reclaimed. The rest of her body was reduced to shattered bones. When he was given this satchel, Emperor Tang Xuanzhong cried and kept it in his sleeves for the rest of his life. This legend was made into a poem 太真香囊子 (The Pouch is steeped in Fragrance) by the poet Zhang Hu.

2. The Book of Jin Jia Wu recorded Jia Chong's youngest daughter Jia Wu falling in love with his lowly aide Han Shou. To discreetly confess her love, Jia Wu made a satchel and gifted it to Han Shou. When Jia Wu detected the familiar scent of his daughter's fragrance recipe on Han Shou's body, he immediately cottoned onto their feelings. Luckily for the pair, Jia Chong was a considerably open-minded man for the time, so he blessed their love despite the gap in social stations and allowed the two to wed.

So Wei Wuxian asking Mianmian for a fragrance sachet is tantamount to asking her to marry him in the eyes of many, and at least very, very flirtatious. That's why Mianmian reacted the way she did.

And this was in front of Lan Wangji.... Imagine how Lan Wangji felt. So it wasn't without reason (other than the fact Lan Wangji was at a very low point in his life then) that Lan Wangji reacted like he did.

So Lan Wangji stealing WWX's fragrance pouch and keeping it on his body for decades after is equivalent to saying, 'You will not marry her. You will marry me!' without actually saying it.

That is to say, Hanguang Jun might not look like it, but he would fit right at home in one of those scandalous, overly dramatic telenovelas where the love rivals duke it out by bitchslapping each other. You just need to speak his language (of actions) to see this.

[cinnabun-faerie]

May I ask headcanons for a bitter-sweet scenario of a Reaper!Wol, who comes to learn their voidsent partner is no other than Haurchefant, making sure their WOL doesn't get possessed by someone more malicious? ;w;

A/N: I went on more of a protective thing for Haurchefant. I feel like if he's your voidsent, no one is gonna possess or harm you

You wouldn't have questioned it

but your voidsent partner would linger

it would come out without your command to protect

you felt safe when you had your sythe with you

without it, you felt cold and lonely

you wanted to be close with your voidsent

though you couldn't understand why

while you were in a battle, you braced yourself to take the hit

but it never came

your voidsent would be infront of you, protecting you

just like he did that fateful day

it would bring tears to your eyes as the memory would flash through your mind

and then the voidsent would speak softly

you could recognize the voice anywhere

you heard it so often in your dreams

"Haurchefant!"

the voidsent would hum in affirmation

he was with you all this time

he was still protecting you, just as he did in life

you'd want to find a way to give him his form back just like Zero

[layce2015]

Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

The Real Ghostbusters

Masterlist pt 1

Masterlist pt 2

"Hey. Come on." Sam said to us and we run to the hotel and see Chuck pacing back and forth at the bottom of the steps. "Chuck! There you are." Sam said as we come up to him and he turns to us, surprised. "Guys?" he asked us, shocked. "What's going on?" Dean asked him. "Ah, nothing. You know, I'm just kinda hanging. What are you guys doing here?" Chuck asked us.

"You told us to come." I said. "Ah, no I didn't." Chuck said as he looks between us. "Yeah you did, you texted me. This address, life or death situation. Any of this ringing a bell?" Sam said as Chuck continues to look at us, confused. "I didn't send you a text." He said.

"We drove all night!" I said. "I'm sorry, I don't understand what could..." Chuck said then he stops and sighs. "...oh no." He mutters. "What?" Dean asked then we hear another set of footsteps coming. "SAM! You made it!!" A female voice squealed and we look up to see Becky running down the steps towards us.

"Oh, ah, Becky, right?" Sam said, trying to sound polite. "Oh, you remembered." she said, excitedly, then she lowers her voice. "You been thinking about me." She asked and Sam seems taken aback. "I..." he stammers and Becky smiles. "It's ok, I can't get you out of my head either." she said and Dean and I share a smile.

"Becky, did you take my phone?" Chuck asked her. "I just borrowed it from your pants." Becky said and I raise an eyebrow at this. "Becky..." Chuck said, exasperated. "What? They're going to want to see it!" Becky said to him. "See what?" the boys and I asked, in unison, and Becky gets a surprised, happy look. "Oh My God. I love it when they talk at the same time!!" she squeals.

Then a guy appears at the top of the stairs with a clipboard. "Hey Chuck? Come on pal, it's showtime." the guy said and Becky runs excitedly up the stairs. Chuck turns to us. "Guys. I'm sorry. For everything." he said and the boys and I look at each other, confused, then follow him up the stairs.

We all enter the building and a large man walks past us with a stein of beer. "Ha-ha-ha. Hey Dean, looking good." the man said to Dean. "Who the hell are you?" Dean asked him and the man turns back to him. He is wearing much the same clothes as Dean, down to the amulet around his neck. "I'm Dean too. Duh." the man said, sounding like it was obvious. 

Dean turns to me and Sam, utterly confused. Over Sam's shoulder, I sees the Scarecrow God and I jump, Sam and Dean look and do the same. "Uh-oh. It's Sam, Dean and (y/n). I'm in trouble now." The Scarecrow said, which I quickly realize he is just a guy in costume. He has a can of soda in one hand, his sythe in the other. "Have fun you three. Aaaah!" the guy said as he jiggles his sythe in Sam's face then walks away.

I furrow my brow as I hear Becky giggling behind us. "What?" I asked her then I turn to the boys and we look around the room. It is filled with people dressed as every monster we've ever fought, Bloody Mary, clowns, people with black demon eyes, a skinny woman dressed as Bobby, a guy dressed as Ash. There are tables of merchandise with the Impala on coffee cups, Chuck's books and more.

"Becky, what is this?" Sam asked her. "It's awesome!! A Supernatural convention, the first ever." Becky squeals while Sam gives a look of disapproval, Dean still looks confused and I was just feeling really uncomfortable with this whole thing.

A small crowd sits facing the stage, in a conference room, and the Convention Manager steps up to the microphone. "Welcome to the first annual Supernatural convention. At 3:45 in the Magnolia room we have the panel, Frightened little boy, the secret life of Dean. And at 4:30 there's the Team Dean vs Team Sam: Who Is The Perfect Match For (y/n)? debate." The manger said as the boys and I stand at the back of the hall, Becky beside us. 

I face-palm at this and run my hands over my eyes at this as the manager continues with his speech. "Oh, and of course the big hunt starts at 7pm sharp." He said and there was 

cheers and applause from the audience. "But right now, right now I'd like to introduce the man himself. The creator, the writer of the Supernatural books. The one, the only, Carver Edlund!" he said and there was massive amounts of cheering and applause break out as Chuck timidly walks onto the stage.

I raise my head and the boys and I stare at Chuck, stonefaced, as he gets to the mic, which makes a feedback noise. "Ok. Ok good, this isn't nearly as awkward as I...." he said and he clears his throat, then again. "Dry mouth." he said and he takes a very long gulps from a bottle of water. There is total silence in the room while he does so.

"Ok. Uh...ahem. So I guess...questions?" Chuck asked and every hand in the room goes up. Chuck looks startled. "Uh....you?" Chuck said as he points at a skinny young man in the front row. The man leaps up, grinning. "Hey, Mr Edlund. Uh...big fan. I was just wondering, where'd you come up with Sam, Dean and (y/n) in the first place?" The guy asked and Chuck glances back at us. I was honestly wanting to hear the BS answer he would give.

"Oh, ah, I...it just came to me." Chuck answered and I look at the boys and see Dean pursing his lips and tilting his head back as hands shoot into the air again. "Ok. Yeah. The hook man." Chuck said and the Hookman stands up. "Ah yeah. Why in every fight scene, Sam, Dean and (y/n) are having their gun knocked away by the bad guy? Why don't they keep it on some kind of bungee?" the hook man said, in a heavy German accent.

I raise an eyebrow at this and look at the boys to see Sam looked interested and Dean looked angry. "I...yeah, I really don't know." Chuck stammers. "Ja, follow up. Why can't Sam, (y/n) and Dean be telling that Ruby is evil? I mean she is clearly manipulating Sam into some kind of moral lapse. It's obvious, nein?" the hookman asked and now Sam looks mad and Dean and I share a small smile.

Becky then walks down the row of chairs, angrily. "HEY! If you don't like the books don't read 'em, Fritz." she yells at him. "Ok, Ok, just..okay, it's okay. So, next question." Chuck said and hands shoot up again. "Yeah, you." Chuck said to a person and they stand up.

"Yeah, at the end of the last book, Dean goes to hell. So, what happens next?" the fan asked. "Oh. Well there lies an announcement, actually. You're all going to find out." Chuck said then he look up at me and the boys, we eye him suspiciously. "Thanks to a wealthy Scandinavian investor, we're going to start publishing again." Chuck said and the room erupts, people leap from their seats, yelling and cheering and applauding. Becky jumps up and down, screaming.

"Boys....please tell me I heard that wrong." I muttered to them as I turn my head to them, both of them looking upset.

Later, the boys and I go find Chuck and see him at the bar with Becky. "Oh, Hi Sam!!" Becky greets, brightly, as we come up to them. Sam nods at Becky, distractedly, while Chuck sighs. "Excuse us." Dean tells Becky and then he turns to Chuck. "In case you haven't noticed, our plates are kind of full, ok? Finding the Colt, hunting the devil. We don't have time for this crap." Dean said to him while I glance over and see Becky giving Sam come hither looks. 

I bite back a laugh as Chuck said. "Hey, I didn't call you!" I roll my eyes and sigh. "He means the books, Chuck. Why are you publishing more books?" I asked him. "Um...for food and shelter?" Chuck said and Dean leans over Chuck's chair. "Who gave you the rights to our life story." he growls. "An Archangel, and I didn't want it!" Chuck exclaims.

"Well, deal's off, ok. No more books. Our lives are not for public consumption." Sam said as he glances at Becky, who turns slowly to stare at Chuck. "Ah..Becky. Would you excuse us for just a second?" Chuck asked her. "Uh-huh!" she said, nodding quickly, then she leaves.

Chuck leads us down a hallway as he starts to talk. "Do you guys know what I do for a living?" Chuck asked us. "Yeah Chuck, we know." Sam said. "Then could you tell me? Cause I don't, all right? I'm not a good writer. I've got no marketable skills. I'm not some hero who can just hit the road and fight monsters, Ok?" Chuck said and I felt a little bad for him. "Until the world ends, I gotta live, all right? And the Supernatural books are all I've got. What else do you want me to do?" he asked us then we hear a woman scream.

The boys and I immediately take off toward the sound. "No, guys...wait!" Chuck shouts after us but we ignore him and head up the stairs.

We make it to the stairs to see a maid crouched in the corner of the hallway. "Hey, are you ok?" Sam asked her as he helps her up. "I think so." she said. "What happened?" I asked her. "I saw a ghost." she replied as we heard more footsteps. I look over my shoulder to see many people running up, including the large man we saw earlier and next to him was a tall skinny man and a short woman who kinda reminded me of Velma.

"A ghost? Could you tell us what it looked like?" the tall guy asked her, in a fake deep voice. "Why don't you leave this to the grownups, pal." Dean tells him as we turn back to the woman. "A woman. She was in an old fashioned dress. Really old. Like a school marm, or something?" the maid said.

"Did she say something to you?" a female voice asked and the maid begins to grin. "Ok." she said and she raises her voice. "Gather close everybody, for a terrifying tale of terror. I saw, a ghost!" she said and Sam shakes his head and walks away, Dean and I follow him. "None other than the ghost of Leticia gore herself! I was on the third floor getting ice for a guest..." I hear the actress recite as we walk away.

Then Becky runs up to us. "Oooo, the LARPing's started." Becky said, excitedly. "The...What is that again?" Dean asked her. "Live Action Role Playing? It's a game. The convention puts it on." She said then she hands Sam a piece of paper and he reads it, frowning. "Dad's Journal. Dear Sam, (y/n) and Dean, this hotel is haunted. You must hunt down the ghost. Interview witnesses, discover clues, and find the bones. First team to do so wins a $50 gift card to Sizzler. JW." 

"You guys are soooo gunna win." Becky said to us, smiling, and I just look at the boys, shaking my head.

Many people, all dressed in suits, flip their FBI badges out at the convention manager. "Well, yes, Agents Lennon, Starr and McCartney, as manager of this fine establishment I can assure you that it is indeed haunted. This building was once an orphanage, run by mean old Leticia Gore. 100 years ago this very night, Miss Gore went insane, and butchered four little boys before killing herself. Now folks say that the souls of those poor little boys are trapped here and the evil spirit of Miss Gore punishes them to this very day." The manager explained while the boys and I stand in the background.

'Well, that's just about all the community theatre I can take." Dean grumbles. "Yeah, this cannot get any weirder." Sam said while the large guy, the tall guy and the Velma looking woman walked past us.

"Dad said...he said I may have to kill you two." The large man said, in a growling voice. "Kill us? What the hell does that mean?" the tall man asked, in a fake deep voice. "I don't know." The large man said. "You have to know something, Dean." The woman said, in a sort of valley girl sounding voice.

As they walk by, Sam, Dean and I look at each other. "I need a drink." We said, in unison.

Dean downs a shot glass, I take a long drink from my glass of whiskey and Sam sits on the other side of Dean, staring morosely at his beer. I look down the bar and see a woman, dressed as a ghost, is clicking away on her phone.

"How you doing?" I asked her. "Busy." she sighs as she continues to look at her phone. "I bet. Having to entertain these nerds here." I said and she chuckles a bit and raises her head to me. "Aren't you one of them?" She asked me and I shake my head. "No. My friends and I...well, let's just say we were tricked here by an acquaintance of ours who thought this would be funny." I said, as I gesture between me, Sam and Dean.

Then there was a loud voice behind us. "For the last time I'm not making this up, ok? She's upstairs, a real live dead ghost." a male voice said and we turn to see a couple of guys standing in front of us. "Excuse me." I tell the lady and the boys and I walk over to the two guys.

"I'm sure it was just one of the ghost actors." the second guy said. "Who beat the hell out of me and then vanished?" the first guy asked his friend. "You saw something?" Sam asked the guy and he turns to Sam. "This isn't part of the game jerk." he growls at Sam then turns to his friend. "Look, I'm getting out of here and you should do the same." He said and he walks away. "Alex, wait. Hey, come back!" Alex's friend shouts and chases after him.

"What do you guys think?" Sam asked us. "I don't think that guy's a good enough an actor to be acting." Dean said and I nod. "Yeah..." I muttered.

"Why, yes, Agents Jagger, Watts and Richards. As manager of this fine establishment I can assure you it is indeed haunted." The con manager said to some of the guests but the boys and I pass him on pur way to the front desk.

"Excuse us, mind if we ask you a few questions?" Dean asked the Hotel Manager. "Look, I don't have time to play Star Wars guys. Go ask the guy in the ascot." the guy said and I pull out a $50 and slide it across the desk. "Actually we ah...really want to talk to you." I said to him and the manager looks up at us. "Ok. You guys are really into this." He said. "You have no idea." Sam said and the manager takes the money.

"What do you want to know?" he asked us. "All this stuff they're saying. This place being haunted. Leticia Gore. Any truth to it?" Sam asked us. "We generally don't like to publicise this to...normal people...but yeah. 1909 this place was called Gore Orphanage. Miss Gore, killed four boys with a butchers knife, then offed herself." The hotel manager said.

"And is tonight really her anniversary?" Dean asked her. "Yep, guess your convention folks want authenticity." the hotel manager said. "There been any sightings?" I asked him. "Yep, over the years. A few maids have quit saying they heard the boys or saw them. A janitor even saw Miss Gore once."  the manager said.

"Where did Miss Gore carve up the kids?" Dean asked him. "Look, I don't want you stomping all over the joint. A lot of this place is off limits to nerds." the hotel manager said and I slide across another $50. "The attic." The manager said to us, softly, as he accepts the money again.

*3rd Person POV*

As the trio were talking to the hotel manager, they didn't realize that the three cosplayers they saw earlier, Demian, Barnes and Sasha, were listening behind the trio and they share a look amongst each other.

Later, in the attic, Dean, Sam and (y/n) crawl in through a small space, all of them with flashlights. The EMF starts buzzing. "The EMF's going nuts." Sam states. "Great. We got a real ghost, and we got a bunch of dudes pretending to be us poking at it." Dean said. "No way this ends well." (y/n) said. "Yeah well serves them right." Dean grumbles.

"Dean..." Sam and (y/n) said, exasperated. "I'm just saying." Dean said, defensively, and they continue on, looking for any clues.

At the other different end of the attic, Barnes, Demian and Sasha walk around and look. "It's gotta be around here someplace." Demian said, in a deep voice mimicking Dean. "Yeah, I dunno man. No one else is looking for the attic." Barnes said and Sasha nods. "Yeah, plus this is kinda creepy." Sasha said, nervously. "Ok, all right, guys." Demian said, in his normal voice, to his friends. "1. Stay in character. All right? If it's just me, I look stupid. and 2. You heard the guy downstairs. I think this is part of the game." He said.

"Help us." A young boy's voice said and they turn to see a young boy that looked oddly pale. "Oh my God! That make up is amazing." Sasha exclaims, excitedly. "I know, right?" Barnes said as they smile and nod. "Amateurs. Stay in character!" Demian yells at the two. "Sorry. Ahem." Barnes said then he clears his throat. "Sorry." He said, in a deep voice. "We'll do better." Sasha said, in the valley girl sounding voice again.

"Help us. Miss Gore won't let us have any fun." the boy said. "Where's the body buried, kid? We'll light her up nice and toasty." Demian said to the kid. The boy points behind them. They turn, but see nothing and when they turn back the hallway is empty.

"Wow. Fast runner." Barnes said. "Probably had a lot of Lucky Charms." Sasha remarks as Demian looking behind them again. "Guys. Check this out." he said and they turn to see a mark on the wall beside a painting. They move the painting, revealing a bloody handprint.

"Must have been what he was trying to tell us." Sasha said. "Gee, you think (y/n)?" Demian said and Sasha rolls her eyes, in a way (y/n) would. The back of the painting is covered in handprints. Barnes rips the backing to see there is an old map inside. "Ok, this is the coolest game ever." Barnes said, in his normal voice, and the three of them start to giggle.

But then Demian clears his throat and goes back to the deep growling voice. "Yes." He said.

Meanwhile, Sam, Dean and (y/n) continue to shine their flashlights into every corner. "My mommy loves me." a voice said and they turn around to see a boy, a different one that visited the cosplayers, crouching in the corner, hands holding his head. "I said my mommy loves me." The boy said.

"I'm sure she does." (Y/n) said, calmly, to the boy. "My mommy loves me this much!" the boy said and he moves his hands, revealing he has been partially scalped, then disappears.

Back at the bar, Becky looks up from her drink and sighs, longingly, as Sam paces while on the phone. He sighs, then notices Becky watching and nods at her. She smiles back, licks the middle of her palm and blows it at him.

Looking very concerned, Sam half waves at her. She winks back while Chuck, standing next to her, watches the back and forth. "Awesome." Chuck mutters while Sam walks over to where Dean and (y/n) were sitting. "All right. So that was a guy with the County Historical Society." Sam said to them. "And...?" Dean and (y/n) said, at the same time.

"Not only did Leticia Gore butcher four boys, but one of them was her own son." Sam explains. "Her son." (y/n) said, questioning but also a bit horrified. "Yeah. According to the police at the time, she scalped the kid." Sam said and (y/n) gasped then shakes her head in disgust. "Oh that's it, I'm gunna deep fry this bitch extra crispy." Dean growls.

"Guy say where she was buried?" (Y/n) asked Sam. "He doesn't know." Sam replied then they overhear a conversation at the next table. "Check it out. There's the orphanage, here's the carriage house, and right there...cemetery." Barnes said, in a deep voice.

"You think that's where Leticia's planted?" Sasha asked, in the valley girl voice. "It's worth a shot." Barnes said as Sam, Dean and (y/n) walk over to them and Sam reaches out to touch the map.

"Hey, hey!" Barnes said, surprised, and Demian grabs the map. "Hey, do you mind?" Demian asked Sam, who turns to Dean and (y/n). "It's real. A century old, at least, and he's right, there is a cemetery on the grounds." he tells them and Dean turns to the three.

"Where'd you get that?" Dean asked them. "It's called a game pal. It ain't called charity." Demian said, still staying in character, and Dean sighs. "Yeah, right. Gimme the map, Chuckles." Dean demanded. "Yeah well you're the Chuckles, Chuckles. Besides, Dean don't listen to nobody." Demian said and he pulls back his jacket to reveal a plastic gun.

Dean rolls his eyes. "Dean! Calm down." Sasha said, in her character voice. Dean pulls out his own gun, his Taurus. "Dean!" (y/n) said, warningly. "What! They're freakin' annoying." Dean exclaims and she shakes her head at him. "I know just...Calm down, honey." She said.

"Look, guys. We all wanna find the bones right? We just thought...it would go faster if we all worked together." Sam said to the cosplayers, who exchange looks. "Ahem. We..ah...we get the Sizzler gift card." Barnes said, in his normal voice, and Dean rolls his eyes again. "Fine." he said.

"And we get to be Sam, (y/n) and Dean." Demian said, gesturing to him and his friends, and Sam, Dean and (y/n) exchange looks. "Fine." (Y/n) said and the trio smile. "Yes." Demian whispers to himself.

Later, Demian, Sasha and Barnes walk along a path, Dean, (y/n) and Sam behind them. "Hey, Rufus, Bobby, Ellen would you hurry it up?" Demian shouts at them, in character, as he turns to them then turns back.

"Are you all right?" Sam asked Dean. "I'm trying to be." Dean growls, in a grumpy tone. "The faster we get this done the better." (Y/n) mutters.

"So where were we?" Sasha asked Demian and Barnes. "Ah, Dr Ellicott had just zapped your brain." Demian said to Barnes, who nods. "Right, got it. Ahem." Barnes said then he goes into character. "Why are we even here Dean? You just following dad's footsteps like a good little soldier? You that desperate for approval?" Barnes asked Demian. "This isn't you talking, Sam." Demian said, in character. "Boys, stop!" Sasha said, also in character.

Dean turns to Sam and (y/n) with a 'How much do we have to put up with' look. Sam frowns as (y/n) shrugs. "See that's the difference between you and me. I got a mind of my own. I'm not pathetic." Barnes yells at Demian. "So what are ya going to do, Sam? Are you going to kill us?" Sasha asked him. "Man, I am so sick of you two telling me what to do." Barnes shouts and Dean had enough of it.

"All right, you know what? That's it. That is it." Dean yells, annoyed. "What's wrong, Bobby." Demian asked Dean, who is so angry he can't speak for a moment. "I'm not Bobby, ok? You're not Sam. You're not Dean. You're not (y/n). What is wrong with you? Why in the hell would you choose to be these guys?" Dean asked, angrily. "Because we're fans. Like you." Barnes said, in his normal voice.

"No. I am not a fan, ok. Not fans. In fact, I think that the Dean, (y/n) and Sam story sucks. It is not fun. It is not entertaining. It is a river of crap that would send most people howling to the nut house. So you listen to me. Their pain is not for your amusement. I mean, do you think they enjoy being treated like...like circus freaks?" Dean yells. "Uh....I don't think they care, because they're fictional characters!" Sasha said, in her normal voice. "Oh, they care. Believe me. They care a lot." Dean shouts and he storms off down the path, leaving the others staring after him. Demian, Sasha and Barnes turn back to Sam and (y/n) with a Dude, what the hell? look.

​​​​​"I'll go talk to him." (Y/n) said to Sam and she heads off, following Dean. "He..uh...he takes the story really seriously." Sam said to the three and they look at him, confused. "Well, he needs to lighten up, it's just a game." Sasha said and Sam sighs. "Believe me, I keep telling him that." Sam said.

Meanwhile, Dean was stomping ahead, fuming, and (y/n) comes up to him. "Dean...Dean!" She calls out as she runs up to him. "What?!" Dean exclaims as he stops and turns to her. “Calm down.” (Y/n) said, trying to reassure him. “Calm down? This whole thing is driving me crazy!” Dean exclaimed, running his hands through his hair.

“They are reenacting some of the worst moments of my life for fun! They get pleasure out of our pain!” Dean yelled. “I know but they don’t know any better. As far as they know, we’re just characters.” (Y/n) said. “Is that supposed to make it okay? I mean how would Kirk feel about people reenacting Spock’s death?” Dean asked and (y/n) rolls her eyes. “Dean, now you're being ridiculous.” She grumbled. “Am I? It’s the same situation!” Dean exclaimed.

(Y/n) sighs, steps closer and strokes Dean’s cheek. “I know how you feel. But just try to endure for a little longer. As soon as we salt and burn Leticia’s bones, we can leave.” She said, softly. Dean leans into her hand, closing his eyes. “Alright.” He muttered and (Y/n) leans up to give him a reassuring kiss.

The six make their way to the cemetery and start shining their flashlights on the gravestones. "I found the four boys." Dean said. "And here's Leticia Gore." Sam said and (y/n) looks over to see Demian, Barnes and Sasha tip toeing around the edge of the cemetery, shining their lights in the bushes.

"Ah...what are you guys doing?" (Y/n) asked them. "We're looking for bones genius. They gotta be around here somewhere." Demian said, in his character voice, and (y/n) rolls her eyes. "Ok. Generally, bones are in the ground." (y/n) said and Sam dumps his bag and leans down.

"Yeah, I know that. I just...." Demian said, still in character, but then he and the other two watch Sam pulling shovels out of his bag. "Wait, hold on. Are you guys serious?" Sasha asked, horrified. "Deadly." Dean said. "We're not really digging up graves you guys, we're just playing a game." Barnes said. "Trust us. You wanna win the game, right?" (y/n) asked them and the trio share a glance to each other.

Dean and (y/n) finish digging out the grave and hits the coffin. The others stand around the grave shining their lights. The wind picks up as Dean and (y/n) grunts and lift the coffin lid, revealing a skeleton. "That's not a plastic skeleton. That's a... that's a skeleton skeleton." Demian gags. "You just dug up a real grave." Barnes said, horrified. "Oh God!" Sasha exclaims.

"Yeah." Dean said. "You guys are nuts." Sasha accuses. "I thought you guys wanted to be hunters." Sam said. "Hunters aren't real man. This isn't real." Demian exclaims, freaking out, and he, Barnes and Sasha turn to walk away. "My God. You guys have seriously lost your grip on this...." Demian said and Barnes turns back to look at Sam and freezes.

"What?" Sam asked him. "Naughty, naughty, naughty!" A female voice said and Sam turns to see Gore was next to him. Before he could do anything, she backhands Sam across the cemetery. Demian, Sasha and Barnes scream and turn to run. Dean and (y/n) heave themselves out of the grave, grunting with the effort.

Barnes trips and falls. "Barnes!" Demian and Sasha shout as Dean rummages in his duffel, pulling out salt and burn materials. Sasha and Demian pull Barnes to his feet and they turn to run again. Gore is in front of them and they scream and grab hold of each other. "Oh my God!!" Sasha screams. "Naughty, naughty, naughty!!" Gore said and she pushes a hand into Demian and Barnes chests and they begin screaming, Sasha was too shocked and scared to do anything. "Barnes! Demian!" Sasha screams, fearfully.

Dean looks up from where he is pouring salt on her skeleton then (y/n) quickly pours kerosene as Dean reaches into his pocket for his lighter, flicking it and dropping it into the grave in one movement. Gore screams as she burns up. Demain, Sasha and Barnes stare at the place where she was, panting.

(Y/n) goes to help Sam up to his feet while Dean turns to face Demian, Sasha and Barnes. "Real enough for you?" Dean asked them and they turn to look at Dean, horrified.

Demian shoots down a shot glass that was filled to the brim and exhales carefully. Sasha was too stunned to do anything. "That was...really..." Barnes said, stunned, but he couldn't finish it. "Awful. Right?" Dean's voice said and Demian, Barnes and Sasha turn to find Sam, Dean and (y/n) standing behind them. "Exactly. Round's on us guys." Dean said and he slaps Barnes on the shoulder and puts some money on the bar.

"See you around." Sam tells them and (y/n) waves at them and they turn to go. "Hey. How'd you know how to do all that?" Sasha asked them and they turn to face them. "We..uh...We read the books." (y/n) said and Dean and Sam nod in agreement. They turn and cross the room to where Chuck is standing with the convention manager.

"Hey Chuck. Good luck with the Supernatural books, and screw you very much." Dean said to him and he, Sam and (y/n) turn and walk away. "Fans of yours?" the Con Manager asked Chuck. "Hmmm. I'd say no." Chuck said. 

Sam, Dean and (y/n) approach the main doors but they are locked. They push against them then turn around, looking around the room. "That's weird." Dean said. "Definitely." Sam mutters. "I've got a bad feeling about this." (Y/n) mutters. 

Dean strains to open a window with no luck while Sam and (y/n) approaches. "Hey. Anything?" he asked them. "Every exit's locked. Almost like..." Sam said. "Something's keeping us in?" Dean said, finishing his sentence, and he knocks his fist against the window in frustration. "Yeah. This is bad." (y/n) said and Dean turns to her. "Gee, ya think (y/n)?" he said, in an annoyed sarcasm.

Then a woman screams and they start running. The actor woman ghost, from earlier, runs out of a room, looking behind her, and is caught by Dean. "Don't go in there!" she screams. "Get downstairs ok? Go go!" Dean tells her and he, Sam and (y/n) walk into the library.

The Gore's son is again crouching in a corner holding his head. "Why'd you do that? Why did you send my mommy away?" he asked. "Ah, maybe because of the high and tight she gave you, huh? How bout some thanks." Dean said to the kid and Sam clears his throat. "Well, I'm just saying a little gratitude might be nice once in a while." Dean said, annoyed.

"My mommy didn't do this to me." the boy said. "What? Then who did?" (y/n) asked the boy but he disappears. 

Meanwhile, the Hookman cosplayer walks down the hallway. He turns, hearing footsteps behind him. It's the three ghost boys. "Ja, how original. Supernatural bringing us more creepy children. Sigh." he said, sighing heavily. "Miss Gore wouldn't let us have any fun." one of the boys said. "You look nothing like real ghosts, just telling you." the hookmqn critiques.

"But Miss Gore is gone and now we can have all kinds of fun." the second boy said and they each bring a large knife out from behind their backs. The Hookman freezes, drops his hook drops to the floor and starts screaming in German.

Sam, (y/n) and Dean come up the stairs and start running. They find the Hookman dead, scalped just like Gore's son. 

"Well guys I guess we're out of time. So thank you for your incredibly probing and rigorous questions, and have a good..." Chuck said to the crowd of fans. But then Sam runs out onto the stage and whispers in Chuck's ear. "Hey...What?" Chuck asked and Sam tells him.

"Holy crap!" Chuck exclaims and the audience murmurs in concern. Sam then covers Chuck's mic. "You gotta keep everyone safe in here, Chuck. This is life or death." Sam whispers. "For how long?" Chuck asked. "As long as it takes." said Sam.

"Well...how the hell am I supposed to do that?" Chuck asked him. "I don't know man. Just do it." Sam said and he walks off the stage. "Ok. So ahh, good news. I got much more to tell you... I guess." Chuck said, nervously, to the fans.

Dean opens the door and he and (y/n) ushers the staff inside. "Buddy, I got work to do." the hotel manager said to Dean and (y/n) "You're gunna want to see this, trust me. It's gunna be a hell of a show." Dean said and all the staff file in, ending with the actor ghost woman, looking pissed off.

Dean and (y/n) closes the door, Sam joins them and they begin laying salt. "Ah, what does the future hold for Sam, (y/n) and Dean? Well, how do you feel about angels? Yeah, because let me tell you, they're not nearly as lame as you think." Chuck said to the crowd.

"Ok. New theory. The legends about Leticia are ass-backwards obviously." Dean said to Sam and (y/n). "Yeah. So all right, let's say those three orphans were playing cowboys and Indians." (y/n) said. "LARPing as cowboys and Indians." Dean said and (y/n) rolls her eyes. "Whatever. And let's say they scalped Leticia's son and killed him." she said. "Mom catches 'em in the act, flips out, slices them and dices herself." Dean said.

"If that's true it means we've got three bloodthirsty brats in the building." Sam said. "Yeah and Leticia was the only one keeping them under control." Dean said and (y/n) sighs. "Smooth move on our part." she said. "Yeah, well we gotta get back to the cemetery, torch the kids' bones." Dean said.

"How? We're trapped, we don't even have our guns! The ghosts are running this joint and they're only scared of one thing." Sam said and (y/n)'s eyes light up. "Exactly." she said. 

"You want me to do what?" the ghost actress asked as she stood before Sam, Dean and (y/n). "You're an actress. We just want you to act." (Y/n) tells her. "I work at Hooters, in Toledo. No, you can forget it." the girl said. "You'll be safe, we promise. This is really important." Sam said and a hand drops on Dean's shoulder.

"We wanna help." Demian said as he, Barnes and Sasha stand in front of him. "Just give her the puppy dog thing ok?" (y/n) whispers to Sam as Dean said to the three cosplayers. "Guys, no."

"Why not?" Barnes asked Dean. "Cause this isn't make-believe." Dean warns them. "Look, we know. We're not nuts. We're freakin' terrified." Demain said. "Yeah but if all these people are seriously in trouble, we gotta do something." Sasha said. "Why?" Dean asked them. "Because. That's what Sam, (y/n) and Dean would do." Demian said.

"No, there's really no such thing as a Croatoan virus for down there. You really should see a doctor." Chuck said, responding to a question a fan.

The actor woman walks into the library, nervously. "I don't wanna do this." she said to Dean, who was leaning around the corner. "We're right here, we've got your back. Trust me, this is going to work." Dean said and he pulls back so he can't be seen, grimacing, (y/n) right next to him. "Boys? Boys? Come here this instant. You come when I call you. You understand me?" the girl calls out to them.

"Miss Gore?" multiple voices asked and the girl turns and startles a bit as she sees the three boys, staring at her. 

Sam, Demian, Sasha and Barnes throw their weight against the door of the main entrance, attempting to force it open. "Push it!" Sam tells them and they push harder. 

"You boys have been very naughty. Now you open the doors. Open the doors right now." the woman orders them and the boys all flicker backwards, worried. 

The main door gives a little. "Go go go!" Sam tells them and Barnes squeezes out, then Sasha does the same and then Demian. 

"Very naughty, you hear me?" the woman said when music starts playing on a cell phone. The boys frown and look at each other. Downstairs the main door slams closed. "Damn it." Sam growls. 

Upstairs in the hallway, Dean closes his eyes and bangs his head softly back against the wall while (y/n) face-palms at this. The Actress, looking scared, slowly reaches into her skirt pocket, takes out the phone and kills the music. The boys stare at her. Dean and (y/n) raise their iron bars and come into the room. "Run." Dean and (y/n) shout as the boys raise their knives and move toward them.

Demian, Sasha and Barnes dig a grave each. "Oh my God. Supernatural makes digging graves seem so easy. It's not though. I'm gunna throw up." Barnes groans. "No, you're not." Demian tells him. "Keep digging boys!" Sasha yells and they do just that.

Dean is thrown against the wall, his iron bar sliding across the room. Two of the boys raise their knives and move towards him while the third was dispersed by (y/n), who turns to three the other two. "Oh no you don't!" (Y/n) said and she swoops up her bar and disperses them. She puts out a hand to pull Dean up.

"Thanks." He said to her, standing up. "Hey!" Sam's voice said as he comes in the room. But before any of them could say anything, (y/n) is flung back against the wall, losing the iron bar. "(Y/n)!" Dean shouts.

Back at the auditorium, Chuck was now sitting in a chair, in front of a bored audience. "Let's see, what else? I fell in love for the first time at 16. Lost my virginity, actually. But then she went around telling everybody it didn't count." Chuck said as the hotel manager moves toward the door.

"Excuse me! You really can't leave. Please sir." Chuck said, panicked, as he stands up. Ignoring him, the manager reaches for the handle. "Don't open that door!" Chuck shouts and the manager opens the door, breaking the salt line. He goes to walk out but jumps back when one of the boys appears in the doorway, grinning. The crowd gasps and jumps to their feet. The boy lifts the knife and slowly steps inside the room.

Chuck flies forward and disperses the ghost with an iron stand. He grabs the doors and slams it closed again, then turns back to the crowd. "I said nobody leaves damn it. Now somebody salt this door." he shouts while Becky is watching him with the same glint in her eye she used for Sam. 

Dean and Sam slam to the ground on their backs, a boy on top of each of them, glaring at them. 

Demain flicks repeatedly at his lighter but it doesn't flare. "How come Dean can always light the stupid thing on the first freaking try?" Demian asked as be keeps flicking. "Come on!!!" He shouts while Sasha and Barnes look on, anxious. "Oh dear Lord, here!" Sasha yells and she grabs the lighter, flicks it and it comes on.

A boy grabs (y/n) by the hair and yanks her backwards. He holds his knife to (y/n)'s hairline. "No!....Dean! Sam!" (Y/n) shouts as she sees the boys being held down. Deqn has one hand holding off a hand at his throat, the other the knife at his head. Sam using both of his to hold up the second boy's knife-wielding hands.

The trio grunt with the effort as the knives get closer until the boys burn up. Sam, (y/n) and Dean lay panting and gasping. 

Demain, Sasha and Barnes stand watch over the graves as they burn. "I could've done that." Demian said and Sasha scoffs. "Yeah, well you took too long." She retorts and Demian looks over at Barnes, annoyed. "Hey, man, she's your cousin." Barnes said, defensively. 

Back at the library, Dean goes and picks up an iron bar then turns to the others. "You know maybe that guy was right. Maybe we should put these things on a bungee." He said and (y/n) rolls her eyes at this. "We'll add it to the list." She said, tiredly.

The next day, emergency vehicles are lined up and a few people were talking to police, the Hook Man's body was also being removed. Dean and (y/n) come down the stairs with Demian, Sasha and Barnes. "You know I gotta hand it to you guys. You really saved our asses back there. So ah, you know, thanks." Dean tells them and they stand looking at each other for a moment.

"Guys, we don't even know your names." (Y/n) said. "Oh. Well, I'm Barnes." Barnes said, pointing to himself. Then he points at Demian. "This is Demian." He said then he points to Sasha. "And this is Sasha. What's yours?" Barnes asked Dean and (y/n).

The couple look at them for a moment, considering, before they speak. "Dean." Dean said. "(Y/n)." (Y/n) said. "The real Dean and (y/n)." Dean said and, after a moment, Demian, Barnes and Sasha laugh.

"Ahhh, yeah right. Us too!" Sasha laughs as she gestures to her and Demian. "Get the hell out of here, Dean and (y/n)!" Barnes laughs while Dean looks disappointed for a second, then smiles, and (y/n) shakes her head. "Well, anyway. Thanks. Really." Dean said to them and he takes (y/n)'s hand and they go to walk away. 

"You're wrong you know." Demian said and Dean and (y/n) turn back. "Sorry?" Dean asked. "About Supernatural. No offense but I'm not sure you get what the stories about." Demian said and Dean smirks. "Is that so?" Dean said, questioning. 

"All right. In real life, he sells stereo equipment. I fix copiers. And she is an owner of a bookstore. Our lives suck. But to be Sam, (y/n) and Dean, to wake up every morning and save the world. To have a brother and a friend who would die for you. Well, who wouldn't want that?" Demian said and (y/n) smiles. "Maybe you got a point." Dean said.

"You know, you three don't make a bad team yourselves. How do you know each other anyway?" (Y/n) asked them. "Well, Demian and I are cousins and we met Barnes online. Supernatural chat room." Sasha explained. "Oh. Well, it must be nice to get out of your parent's basement. Make some friends." Dean said and (y/n) elbows his side.

"We're more than friends." Demian said as he gestures to Barnes then he takes Barnes' hand, they twine their fingers together. "We're partners." Demian said and Barnes drops his head onto Demian's shoulder and they both grin at Dean and (y/n) while Sasha looks on, proud. "Oh. Wow. Ahem. Howdy partners." Dean said, obviously stunned. "Howdy." Barnes said. "Well, you guys stay safe. And...have a good one." (Y/n) said. "You too!" Sasha said and Dean and (y/n) walk away. 

Further down the car park, Sam stands with Becky and Chuck. "Look Sam. I'm not gonna lie. We had undeniable chemistry. But like a monkey on the sun, it was too hot to live. It can't go on. Chuck and I, we found each other. My yin to his proud yang. And well, the heart wants what the heart wants. I'm so so sorry." Becky said while Sam looks at her, a slight confusion on his face. "Yeah, Sam. Sorry." Chuck said.

Sam grimaces at them both while Chuck smiles sheepishly at him. "Will you be all right?" Becky asked and Sam puts on a sad face and sighes, heavily. "Honestly I don't know. I'll just have to find a way to keep living, I guess." he said and Becky gives him a sympathetic look. "God bless you." Becky said. "Ok." Sam said then he turns to Chuck.

"Oh, hey. Chuck. If you really wanna publish more books, I guess that's ok with us." he said and Chuck's eyes light up at this. "Wow. Really?" he asked, excitedly. "No, not really. We have guns and we will find you." Sam said. "Ok, ok. No more books." Chuck said, quickly. "See you around." Sam said and he turns and begins to walk away.

"Sam! Wait, one more thing." Becky shouts as she runs after him. He stops and she gets in front of him. "In chapter 33 of Supernatural Time is on my Side, there's that girl Bela? She was British, and a cat burglar." she explains. "Yeah, I know." Sam said. "She stole the Colt from you and then she said she gave it to Lilith, remember?" Becky said. "Yeah." said Sam.

"Well, you know she lied right, she didn't really give it to Lilith." Becky said and Sam stops and stares at him. "Wait, what?" he asked. "Didn't you read the book? There was this one scene where Bela gives the Colt to a demon named Crowley. Lilith's right hand man. And I think her lover too." Becky said, excited. "Crowley." Sam said then he turns to Chuck.

"Didn't it occur to you to tell us this before?" he asked him. "I'm sorry. I didn't remember. I'm not as much of a fan as she is." Chuck said, nodding towards Becky. "Becky, tell me everything." Sam said to her and she gives him huge smile and begins laughing.

Dean and (y/n) lean against the Impala, Dean was lost in thought. "You ok?" (y/n) asked him as she notices him smiling, slightly. "Yeah, you know? I think I'm good." he said and she smiles. "You know, we might have hated it here but...it is nice to hear people say that they love what we do. In a weird way, they appreciate what we do." (Y/n) said and Dean nods.

"Well, you guys are  not going to believe it, but I got a lead on the Colt." Sam said as he walks up to them. "What?" Dean and (y/n) asked. "Long story, I'll tell you on the way?" Sam suggested. "What are we waiting for?" (y/n) asked and they get in, slam the doors and cruise out of the car park.

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With Your Permission

A Percy De Rolo x Reader, Featuring Vax'ildan as your brother!

requested by the amazing @syth-de-rolo

"It'll be fine." Taking a deep breath, Percy did his best to convince himself things would go well, keeping his composure. But in truth, he was a nervous wreck.

It was super simple, it should be easy, he went over what he'd say a million times, but still he was almost sure it wouldnt go how he'd thought.

Standing outside Vax'ildan's room, he took one more deep breath, raising his hand and lightly knocking on the door. At this point it was clear to the party how much you and percy loved each other, even more so obvious to your brother, who'd already opened the door before percy could even finish knocking.

"Ah-Hello four eyes, did you need something?" he asked, chuckling a bit at the fact that they surprised each other.

"yes-" percy cleared his throat and adjusted his glasses, a bit out of nervous habit at this point. "i wanted to ask you something, its a bit important, if you dont mind me taking up a bit of your time."

Vax's eyes shifted past percy, over his shoulder towards...Keyleth's room, before he shrugged and stepped aside with a nod to let percy inside. "alright then, freddy, what is it?" he asked, still using nicknames.

"well..." percy started, stepping into vax's room and going over the question in his head once more as the door shut behind him. "you see...I'm thinking of asking (name) to marry me-"

a noise came from vax, almost like he had nearly just choked on air. "wait wait, youre what?" he asked, a bit surprised by the sudden announcement of percy planning to propose to his sibling. "dont you think vex would be better to speak to for advice on things like that?"

"well no, you two are closer. and its not exactly advice im looking for. Vax'ildan, I'm asking for your blessing to marry them." Percy clarified, already feeling embarrassment rise up as his face got a little pink. "if its alright...With your permission-" he tried to reiterate or rephrase what he said but stumbled over his words.

"I got it Percy." Vax stopped him. "I honestly should have expected that to come from you, but you still managed to catch me off guard." he chuckled.

vax making the moment a bit more light hearted somehow did not ease percy's anxiousness over things. "right well...i just wanted to be sure everything was alright with you, seeing as youre siblings and very close at that, and i value your opinion." he started rambling again.

"Percival." Vax stopped him again. "You don't need my permission to marry my sibling, you both make each other very happy, they love you, anyone with eyes can see that. So of course i'm alright with it, my friend and my sibling getting married is more than fine by me."

Percy let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding this whole time. "thank you."

"of course." he placed a hand on percy's shoulder, his face going from a smile to a more serious look that immediately brought back percy's nervousness. "but know that if you hurt them, de rolo, i will hunt you down and make your life hell." like a flip of a switch vax's smile was back. "not that you'll need to worry about that, you make them very happy, i'm sure they'll be overjoyed at your proposal."

"you really think so? I'm not even sure they'll say yes." percy admitted, ignoring the threat he just got from Vax a mere second ago.

"Well I am, i know they love you. especially with all those looks you both keep giving each other when you think none of us are looking." he teased, nudging percy's arm with his shoulder, successfully embarrassing the gunslinger.

"yes we...thank you Vax'ildan." percy gave a small smile. "I'll stop taking up your time and let you get back to trying to sneak into Keyleth's room." he teased back as he headed out, leaving vax-who thought he was being smooth-flustered and stammering to try and come up with an excuse.