#but if he retired. id be so shocked like what youre so young.. wow

[ackee]

i feel so emotional over matpats retirement despite not watching a singular video of his LOL

[platonic-plots]

I thought you were someone else.

Request/Summary: After living in alleyways for months on a case, you were tired of living off of next to nothing. When a stranger leaves his wallet unattended, it almost seems like fate.

Pairings: sam x platonic!reader, dean x platonic!reader

Words: 1,729

Warnings: swearing, brief mention of death

Specific time/Important info: this is my entry for @waywardnewcomer​ ‘s writing challenge, with the prompt “I’m sorry, I thought you were someone else.”

You wiped the dirt from your forehead as you took a step into the diner.

“Salt and burn?” the owner asked you as you met her at the counter. Flo was a retired hunter, probably in her late 60s, who’d opened this place a while back. After being in the business for so long, she could spot a hunter from miles off; that’s how she’d gotten to know you. Usually, she’d treat hunters like any other customers (although, she would throw in a free beer or pie every once in a while if she felt like they needed it). You were a little different, though. You guessed that your young age was the reason she always let you clean up in the bathroom, or cooked you a hot meal on the house every now and then, or made sure you knew she was there for you if you needed anything. You’d been in this town for a few months at this point. Initially, you’d arrived for only one case, but you quickly became side-tracked by lots of smaller ones. After all, you had a big heart - you wanted to do everything you could to make sure everyone was safe, even if you were only a teenager. You still hadn’t solved the main case, but you were close.

“Yeah, but this one did not want to leave,” you gave a small chuckle at the end.

“I can tell,” replied Flo as she threw you the key to the bathroom. Smiling in response, you hurried to clean yourself up and change into a spare set of clothes you carried in your backpack, not wanting to waste anyone’s time. 

You came back out the bathroom and gave Flo her key back. As you did, she slid a bottle of water across the counter. You quickly unzipped your bag, doing your best to round up the few coins in the bottom of it, hoping you could scrape together a dollar. 

“Don’t worry about it, hun.”

“No I-”

“Y/n.” She used her grandma voice on you. 

“A-are you sure?” You appreciated everything she did for you but, at the same time, you didn’t want her to know that you didn’t have much to call your own. 

“It’s a bottle of water, y/n, I don’t think it’s going to bankrupt me.”

You smiled gratefully: “Thank you, Flo.” The harsh reality was, the only times you didn’t have to scavenge or steal food and drinks were when Flo gave them to you.

After saying goodbye, you left the diner and turned the corner to find the outdoor seating area. You looked around. It wasn’t busy, but there were a few people scattered about. Two men caught your eye.

“Hey, Dean, come look at this,” the taller one called over to the other. You watched carefully as the second one, ‘Dean’, took his burger from the table and met with the other man. He’d left two drinks unattended, as well as… You craned your neck slightly. Ah, his wallet. On the one hand, you usually had a heart of gold. On the other hand, he shouldn’t have been stupid enough to leave such a valuable possession just out in the open.

A girl’s gotta eat. Hell, a girl’s gotta survive. That’s quite a difficult task without money. Checking the two men were both looking the other way, you made your way past their table, swiped the wallet as subtly as you could, and carried on walking.

You held your breath.

“Hey! Kid!”

Shit.

Without thinking twice, you took off running. At least, you thought, you knew this place better than they did. With every twist and turn through almost forgotten roads, you regularly looked behind you – the two men weren’t letting you get away that easily. It had been merely minutes, but you felt like you’d been fleeing from them for an eternity.

You’d subconsciously betrayed yourself; the next thing you knew, you were nearing the back of the alleyway that you’d adapted to be your ‘home’ since you’d arrived at the town.

‘Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.’ These men were complete strangers. They could’ve been murderers for all you knew, and you’d led them straight to where you resided. ‘Great idea, y/n,’ you thought to yourself.

They’d been a fair few meters behind you as you ran, so there was a slim chance that they hadn’t seen the exact turn you’d taken. Not wanting to take any chances, you hid behind a few boxes and began to look through the wallet – the men seemed overly eager to get it back, after all.

As soon as you’d emptied its contents, one word returned to ring around your head: ‘shit.’ There were about five IDs stuffed in one of the pockets, all depicting different aliases, mainly just of John Doe names. Not to mention the abundance of credit cards, all under a variety of names. You’d pieced the puzzle together – this, plus the whole ‘rolling up to a new town for the first time in pristine suits’ thing. From your experience, it was enough to set alarm bells ringing.

They were hunters. They were the Winchesters.

You’d never met them before, and you’d only glimpsed at pictures, but your parents had worked a lot with John in the past, and even been on a few cases with the brothers themselves. They were the best in the business – they were not people to mess around with.

You barely had time to think about it as you heard footsteps approaching.

“Sam, I think that’s her.”

You messily shoved the items back into the wallet before standing up to face them, sliding the wallet across the floor, back to the man you knew was Dean.

“I-I-I’m sorry, I thought you were someone else.”

“Hey! You don’t steal peoples sh- wait, excuse me? What’s that even supposed to mean?” He was far past angry, and you were approaching terrified.

“Dean, she’s just a kid.” Sam had been looking around at where you’d been living for the past few months – there was an unrolled sleeping bag, a couple of blankets, two rucksacks and a small tattered suitcase, all tucked behind a dumpster. He looked at you with sympathetic eyes and continued to speak, ignoring the protests from his partner. “My name’s Sam and this is my brother Dean.” He took a small step forward before speaking again, “you shouldn’t be out here alone – there’s something going on around here, it isn’t safe.”

You quickly reached over and took the notebook from inside one of the bags and flipped to the right pages, handing it to the friendlier of the two.

“I-I know, at first I thought it was changelings, but th-then I realised it couldn’t have been,” you paused as your shyness was getting the better of you.

The men looked at you in shock, and Dean broke the silence: “You’re a hunter.”

You gave a small nod in response.

He didn’t think before he blurt out “Aren’t you a little young? Where are your parents?” You watched his face physically drop as he realised that he could almost definitely guess the answer, and there was a touch of empathy in his gaze.

“I turned sixteen a couple of months ago. My dad was killed by hellhounds, I think it was just over three years ago. My mom committed suicide about a week later.”

Over the years, you’d learnt that you weren’t very good at talking about yourself or talking to strangers – you wanted to change the topic back ASAP.

“Um, at first, it was only the kids and mothers who went missing. There were a few moms who I interviewed a couple of days before anything happened to them, but they didn’t have any bruises on the backs of their necks. And now whole families have gone – I-I think it only went for kids at first because they were easy targets. I’m certain it’s a shape-shifter, because I’ve saw its shedded skin around the alleyways a couple of times, a-and it’s hiding out in the forest on the east of the town. I haven’t killed it yet because I’ve never been up against a shifter before, and it’s kinda hard to get enough information when almost nobody knows what they are,” you smiled slightly.

Sam had been looking through the notes you gave him with an impressed look on his face, and he was looking at his brother in a way only siblings could – you were watching a silent conversation unravel.

“Y-You can take the notebook with you.” A voice in your head told you how stupid you sounded – these hunters were fully grown adults, they didn’t need your help. Hell, these were the Winchesters. By your logic, if they needed your help, they were well and truly fucked. “I-I mean, if you want to, bu-but it pro-“

“That’s kind of you to say, uhh…”

“Oh – um – Y/n, I’m Y/n.”

“Thank you, Y/n. But we won’t be needing it.” ‘Oh,’ you thought, ‘I was just trying to help.’ Sam turned to Dean, who continued from where his brother stopped.

“We think it’d be more helpful if you came with us. We teach you all you need to know about fighting these guys, and you could tell us everything you’ve found since you got here.” He paused momentarily: “And maybe if you don’t end up hating our guts, we could go get some pie after it, and maybe you could stay with us for a little while. You seem like a smart kid – a good kid, Y/n.” Dean looked around at your belongings. “We could help you get back on your feet, y’know, give you some support.”

“Wow, oh, uh, thank you. That really means a lot, but I couldn’t do that to you. You barely know me; I don’t think you’d want this much baggage trailing after you.”

Sam got down to your level. “And you barely know us, yet you’ve just told us everything you’d spent months trying to research and figure out, so I think there’s already some trust between us, don’t you? Hunters are there for hunters, we’ve been in your position before. You don’t have to come with us, but you also don’t have to keep living behind a dumpster.” You shared a smile. Although you’d taken a few seconds to think about it anyway, your mind was already set.

“So what type of pie do you guys like?”

when i was writing this i got into one of those moods where every word that i type is awful and stupid but i don’t 100% hate the final outcome???? i hope you guys enjoyed it :)

forever tags: @phonegalhelp @pointlesscasey @unicorn-sparkles123 @pinapplequeen16 

[torentialtribute]

Newcastle sensation Sean Longstaff on his rapid rise

Sean Longstaff is revisiting the moment he with Newcastle United 's academy coaches to discuss his first professional contract. Except, there was no professional contract. They did not think he was good enough.

That was less than three years ago. Today, the 21-year-old is one of the most talked about young footballers in the country and is being touted for England.

He will learn this week if he has the likes of Paul Pogba and Sergio Aguero to the February Player of the Month prize, but he will also discover the extent of the knee injury at West Ham on Saturday

     Sean Longstaff has excelled just claiming his place in Rafa Benitez's Newcastle United side

     Today, the 21-year-old is one of the most talked about young footballers in the country

     Longstaff will visit a specialist on Wednesday after picking up a knee injury against West Ham

He will visit a specialist on Wednesday and there remains hope days as opposed to weeks

If it is the latter, he will cope. Setbacks have served as motivation before.

'I remember the Under-23s coaches saying, "You're not one of the top players, we're just going to give you a scholarship," says the midfielder. , who joined his hometown club aged seven.

'I was 18, I wanted to be a first-year pro. I had an opinion of myself but theirs was different. It was not nice to hear, it pays you a bit.

'It was not about the money. Saying that, I went on loan to Kilmarnock at £ 300 a week – after tax and stuff I literally had nothing left.

'But it motivated me. I would like to go back and say to those coaches, "You're wrong, I'll be the one who kicks on and makes it." "Only I could change that opinion."

Longstaff has certainly done that. As for opinion of him now, Alan Shearer and Gary Lineker are tweeting praise on a weekly basis.

'I was in shock when they first did that, I did not know how to respond, it was crazy, 'he says.

Crazy is one word to describe Longstaff's emergence. He spent last season on loan at League One Blackpool and only his Premier League debut as a substitute at Liverpool on Boxing Day. Were it not for injuries to senior team mates, he would be back out on loan now

Instead, he has started the last 11 matches – scoring twice – a run in which four straight home victories have saved Newcastle's season, and that is why Rafa Benitez is desperate for good news on his injury.

                        The midfielder made his debut on Boxing Day when he found a substitute at Anfield

     Two years ago, while on loan at Scottish side Kilmarnock, he was just £ 300 a week

One of those, a 2-1 win over Manchester City, saw Pep Guardiola applaud Longstaff after he outwitted both Fernandinho and Kevin De Bruyne

Life, he agrees, has changed beyond the space of just two months.

'I have not changed, I'm still the same lad who lives at home with my mom, brother and sister, 'he says, younger sibling Matthew also on the books at Newcastle.

' But yeah, other things have changed. It's all a bit strange, I was not expecting this. The other morning I was leaving the house and the shopping was getting delivered. The Sainsbury's delivery guy was like, "Are you …?". So we got a selfie.

'I could not help him with the bags though, I was already late for training!'

If Longstaff has his duties aback by his sudden arrival on the big stage – he was never a player trumpeted for greatness – then it's the question: how has he been so good?

'I do not know!' he laughs, somewhat embarrassed. 'I think going to a higher level has me, being around better players.

' I went in with an open mindset and perhaps a bit of naivety, which is not a bad thing. I think, "You've always dreamed of being here, you might as well get it down." I think that has given me freedom. "

A genuine question: his preferred foot?

'My right, but both feel natural. It started when I was 13. I realized, "I'm not going to fit five payers and score", so for me it was about having something different, and being two-footed was it. I pride myself on that now. "

Longstaff has won comparison to Michael Carrick and plays as far as everyone else sees in slow motion, so much time does he have on the ball.

That's just the way I look, I'm a laid-back person. As much as it might look easy, in my head, believe me, it's going a million miles an hour! '

     Pep Guardiola applauded Longstaff after he outwitted Manchester City at the end of January

Longstaff's head was in a spin when Benitez told him he was going on at Anfield. His dad David, the former Great Britain ice hockey star, was in the way and he was so emotional was he when fans greeted his son's introduction with a chorus of, 'Sean Longstaff, he's one of our own

It was a bit too much for the young man on the touchline

'It was weird, this moment you've imagined all your life, and all you' re thinking is, "I hope I do not fall over!". It's something you do everyday, literally run in a straight line. I even tied my shorts ridiculously tight because I did not want them fall down.

'The staff were passing on messages, which went into one ear and straight out the other. I ran on and thought, "I need to tell someone something, but I do not know who and I do not know what!".

Then he heard the song.

"I've been chanting about Newcastle players in the crowd myself. You then think, "Hold on, this one's about me". I just stopped and looked around, "Wow, this is unbelievable". I went numb. It gives you chills. "

Very few diners at the Miller & Carter steakhouse on Newcastle's Mosley Street last October." "They brought a big cake out …"

'They brought a big cake out … it was the last thing I wanted, "says Longstaff, remembering his 21st celebrations with his family. "I hate being the center of attention."

He best get used to it. The good news for Newcastle fans is that we have no desire to move on.

'If someone had told me when I was 10 you had to do that, I would have quit football! That's about the furthest from my comfort zone I can be. "

What did he sing?

     Longstaff was speaking to Sportsmail's Craig Hope about his rapid rise at St James' Park

     He scored his first goal at home in the Premier League against Burnley in February

'Love Yourself by Justin Bieber … I know. I'm just thankful it's done, I'm never changing clubs now. "

Where Longstaff is more at ease, it would seem, is at home in North Shields. Rather than hit the town, it was there that he returned after his man-of-the-match performance against City, 'all of us watching and talking up' before retiring to his bedroom, 'still wide awake', to play on his Xbox.

'My mom still tells me to get it off,' he smiles. 'But the lads say as much as possible, especially if my moms doing all the cooking and cleaning.

' I love having my brother there as well. We help each other so much with our football. There are rows, and that can wind the dog up a bit, but it's a fun house to be in. '

Home could well have been Sweden for the Longstaffs. They moved to Stockholm for a year when David signed for Djurgardens, the country's biggest team.

'Me and Matty would probably be playing ice hockey if we'd stayed. Even after that, we were tempted to follow Dad. When we watched him we thought it was amazing, and that's all we knew.

'But Dad was great, he saw we were better at football and pushed us towards that – it was the right decision!'

     Sean's father – David – was an international ice hockey player for Great Britain

David, now player coach or Whitley Warriors, is an imposing character, a thickset frame in contrast to the wiry build of his eldest son. That is perhaps why the boys were not too worried when their dad got into one of those infamous on-ice fights.

'You do not want to beat him up … but he's a pretty big bloke, I knew he could handle himself. "

Longstaff not only has a sporting dad with more than 100 international caps to lean on, he also has 'Uncle Alan', the former Newcastle, Celtic and England midfielder Alan Thompson.

So what a piece of Thompson's advice does he value most?

'Pass forward,' says Longstaff. It is a fascinating insight and explains what it is about.

'He says it's easy to come in and pass sideways or backwards. He's always told me that I'm good enough to play at this level. He tells me to be good. I rely on him a lot. "

While Longstaff looks up to Uncle Alan – his dad's cousin – he's discovering what it's like to be a role model himself, especially for his 18-year-old brother, who is played alongside the Under-23s this season.

     Longstaff's father is cousins ​​with the former Celtic and Bolton midfielder Alan Thompson

'I want to show him that it's possible, that if you keep working you deserve. I think he's a great player. He's similar to me, he has more tackles and gets around, he's easy to play with.

'It makes you proud. I would love for him to go further than me in his career. "

It sounds like a future midfield pairing.

'I agree! It worked in the 23s and he could definitely break through. That would be the ultimate dream. "

We have delayed talk of England. But be it the Under-21s or seniors, a call-up will arrive at some point.

'If it happens then great, it will not affect me if it does not. I've never been with England so I am used to not being involved.

'My age group is strong, they won the World Cup in 2017, so it's strange seeing my name linked. I suppose it shows the progress I've made. "

Longstaff has come a long way since being told he was not good enough.

     Longstaff has been keeping the likes of Jonjo Shelvey out of the starting line-up at Newcastle

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