#checks out that cas would have a cracked screen too

[mixvyu]

★彡Parfum d’étoile - episode twenty-one

scaramouche x reader smau

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You hoped and prayed not to trip as you were making your way to the dorm rooms with your phone in hands, texting the two boys you were supposed to meet more than 30 minutes ago, and your laptop in the bag that was decorating your shoulders as you were running for your life.

Scaramouche seemed mad enough already, and it would be downright impolite to take your sweet time getting there.

An accident did end up happening, not looking in front of you was eventually going to result in you bumping into someone, and you did right as you entered the building.

You phone ended up slipping through your fingers and right onto the hardwood floor that was plastered on all the floors of the dorms.

"Oh my god! I’m so sorry i wasn’t looking!" You apologised, reaching for your phone and silently praying that the screen didn’t crack but he was quicker than you.

His hand gently brushed yours as he picked your phone up.

"It’s okay, don’t worry about it." he handed it to you with a smile before getting up from his crouching position

"Oh, thank you! Sorry again." You did the same and finally got the chance to get a good look at him

He looked like the cliché jock in those high school romance, tall, piercing blue eyes and a smile so bright that anyone would swoon at the sight of it.

His arms were covered in scars and, by what his V-neck was showcasing, you could guess that there was more where that came from.

"Uh, are you waiting for the elevator too?" He spoke up, visibly disturbed because of the obvious checking out he was the subject of.

You straighten up, looking up at his eyes before looking to the side in a mix of shame and embarrassment "Yeah…" you replied, in a hushed tone.

When the elevator finally comes you get inside without a second thought and he follows behind you.

Your hands brushed again as you both tried to pressed "2" which resulted in a nervous chuckle from you.

And as if those embarrassing encounters weren’t enough, you brushed hands for the third and final time as you both pressed the doorbell for the dorm "219" at the same time.

The Universe had to have something against you.

"Are you… a friend of Kazuha ?" The idea of Scaramouche having more than one friend didn’t sit right with you so the only logical explanation behind the man beside you being there was that he needed to speak to Kazuha.

But before he could answer, the door opened aggressively.

"Y/N finally! Took you long enough." Scaramouche was the one to open the door. He looked mad but his expression rapidly morphed into confusion when he saw the man standing next to you

"Ooh so you’re Y/N!" The taller man exclaimed loudly, wrapping an arm around your shoulder almost instinctively "I’m Childe it’s nice to finally meet you! I heard plenty about you, you know?"

"Uh… plenty good or plenty bad ?"

Before he could answer, Scaramouche’s soft hand wrapped firmly around your wrist and yanked you away from him and into his dorm room

"Leave her alone already. What do you want ?"

"No need to be so uptight, Scara. And no need to grab her so violently either, no one’s taking her away, I swear." He chuckled

"What do you want ?" Scaramouche repeated, getting more and more irritated every second the other man stood in front of him

"Just came here to give you back the books you lent me, calm down. Plus there was something i wanted to speak to you about real quick."

Scaramouche groaned, not looking forward to whatever his friend wanted to speak to him about, before finally letting go of your wrist.

"Fine, let’s take this outside."

"Why does it sound like you wanna fight me ?"

The shorter man glanced at you before stepping outside and closing the door

"Hey."

With all the commotion, you didn’t even notice Kazuha laying on the couch.

He sat up to give you just enough space to sit down.

"Albedo and Heizou already finished their part and the sent it to me so we just have to finish ours and we can submit it to the teacher."

"What was the point of making a group of 5 if we just ended up working in two different groups"

"Maybe because it’s easier to work on 5 different chapters if we’re 5" if it was anyone else saying this sentence you would think that they found you stupid for even asking that question but it sounded weirdly genuine coming out of Kazuha’s mouth.

"Oh yeah, that makes sense. How long do you think this will take?"

"An hour or two probably, you have to go somewhere ?"

"Oh no, not really."

"Ah that’s good, then. It means you can have dinner with us."

"Dinner… with you guys ?"

"Uh yeah? We’re supposed to eat Italian today."

"Oh I totally forgot about that! Thank God you reminded me I was about to pass on a free dinner"

Silence installed itself for a little while before you decided to speak up

"So uh… that guy was a friend of Scaramouche ?"

"Oh Childe? Yeah they’re super close. He wouldn’t even admit it but i’m pretty sure he would give his right kidney to that man if necessary"

"Really?" From the interaction that you just witnessed, it just seemed like Scaramouche hated the guy

"What are you guys speaking about?" You didn’t even seem to notice the door opening up before Scaramouche entered the living room

"Nothing" Kazuha said in a sing-songy tone, changing his sitting position to give Scaramouche space to sit

"Scooch over Y/N, you’re in my spot"

"Don’t you want to go in the middle instead? It’s comfortable in here"

"Oh I’m sorry! I didn’t know it was your mother that paid for that couch! Get your ass out of here" his tone dropped slightly at the last sentence

"Geez calm down, little bitchboy" you chuckled and could hear Kazuha doing the same

a loud "ow" left your lips as Scaramouche pinched and pull at your cheeks in response to the nickname.

You moved a bit, getting closer to Kazuha as the purple headed man sat down in the spot you were occupying just seconds before

"Let’s get to work."

— ^_^ —

"Hey Y/N, order us something to drink too while you’re at it"

"I really need to check you into rehab"

With Scaramouche’s phone in hands you scrolled on the ‘Italian restaurant’ category, deciding which one would be the better pick

"That one look nice, it has 4.7 stars" you showed the screen to Scaramouche who squinted to examine it in details

"4.7? Why not 5, huh?"

"Kuni just shut up already. Pick this one Y/N, it sounds good"

"Ok then we’ll eat there. What do you guys want to eat ?"

"I’ll take a pizza." Scaramouche said reluctantly, still not thrilled at the idea of eating there

"Yeah me too!"

"Picking an Italian restaurant just to end up ordering a pizza is crazy cliché"

Scaramouche crossed his arms before replying "Ok well what are you ordering, carissima?"

"Cari-who?"

"That’s Italian for dearest, you’re too broke to know that kind of stuff" he said smirking

"I thought it was Ma chère ?"

"That’s french, Kazu"

"Oh. Close enough."

"I’ll take a pizza i think" you added clicking on the pizza that seemed the tastiest to you

"Are you fucking with me?"

"Here" you handed his phone back to Scaramouche "pick the one you want" your gaze shifted to Kazuha who just made himself comfortable on the floor "isn’t this uncomfortable Kazuha? There’s place on the sofa."

"No I’m good. The floor is cold, i like it"

"The food should be here in 20 minutes"

"You didn’t ask Kazuha what he wanted though"

"He usually picks for me, it’s okay, he knows what i like"

"We should clean up the mess we made in the meantime, no?"

"Yeah… probably" the white haired man muttered even though he made no effort in getting up from the cold floor

— ^_^ —

Kazuha groaned as he closed the door, having lost the game of rock-paper-scissors he was the one that had to go fetch the delivery which resulted in you and Scaramouche being left alone in the small apartment

It was the first time that you were alone with him since the day before yesterday when he threw that one remark that threw you off and you couldn’t help thinking about it.

Frankly it was the first thing you thought of when he opened up the door a few hours earlier and everytime you looked at him the thought was always at the back of your head.

Maybe he forgot, you thought, even though you didn’t really believe it.

Scaramouche was staring at his phone and you couldn’t help but stare at him and before you could help yourself you, once again, spoke up without thinking.

"Hey Kuni."

"Mhm?"

"Can you kiss me"

He looked up quickly, eyes wide.

"Huh?? What are you talking about?"

"Last time you said you’d kiss me if i ask"

"Are you still thinking about that ? Listen i said i was sorry-"

"Well, I’m asking now. So are you gonna do it ?" You cut him off

"What has gotten into you ?" He looked away, face warming up and ears visibly red

"What? You didn’t mean it?"

"No it’s just- why all the sudden?"

"I don’t know, just felt like it. It’s not like i asked you to be the father of my firstborn child, it’s just a kiss." You said, repeating what he told you over text

"Are you saying that to tease me?"

"No I’m serious. Kiss me."

He buried his face into his hands

"What? Don’t tell me you never kissed anyone before"

"It’s not that! Why all the sudden ?" He repeated

"I just thought that you spoke a lot about kissing me but never actually had the guts to, i thought that maybe if i asked you’d do it"

He glanced at the door, hoping that Kazuha would come in quickly and save him.

It was your first time seeing Scaramouche blush, you wanted to put your hand over his chest to feel his heartbeat and how quick it was at this moment.

Maybe that’s why he was teasing you all the time, seeing someone having that kind of reaction really was fun

Scaramouche sighed in an almost disappointed way. He slapped himself violently ,which caused you to jump a bit, and totally regained his composure.

The only proof left of his previous state was his ears still coated in a crimson red

"Ok, sure."

"Great."

Before you even had the chance to get closer to the man in front of you the door opened revealing Kazuha behind it holding two bags of takeout in one hand

Scaramouche sighed again in a relieved way this time

"Hope I didn’t interrupt anything."

"No no, you’re good" his friend said, putting a hand over his chest in relief

"I’ll go home after this, I have homeworks to finish" you lied before opening the pizza box Kazuha had nicely put right in front of you.

Extras!

It was so hard to describe childe bc i didn’t want the fact that it wad him to be obvious so i had to try so hard not to mention his fucking hair

It was supposed to be Kazuha that dragged you out of Childe’s hold at first but i thought that i need to tone it down w the Kazuha x reader, bro is NOT the main character in this

i’ll make them kiss one day I swear

I need to stop uploading at 9am right before sleeping bro it’s becoming a problem

This is basically the draft tbh i just did a quick rereading i’m lazy sorry but i’ll edit it probably

I luv pizza i really want one now i’m hungry

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[immersed-in-mischief]

Something Good- (Tom Hiddleston x Female Reader) Part 23

Summary: Time to get on the road and make an important phone call.

Read the previous parts first

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After getting checked into the hotel, you took turns showering before ordering room service for dinner. Tom was seated at the small desk across the room working on the laptop as the two of you waited for the food to arrive. From your place on one of the beds, you could see him over your phone in your hand. Every few minutes, you could catch him rolling his shoulders and stretching his neck side to side. It may have been the stress lately that had him so tense, but you also suspected that sleeping on your couch and loading up your apartment hadn’t helped his muscles any.

He was focused on the emails that had piled up in his inbox and hadn’t heard you approach behind him. As your hands grabbed his shoulder, he jumped slightly until your thumbs dug into the tense muscles. He honestly should have been embarrassed at the noises escaping from him as you worked the knots out of his shoulders and neck, but it too good for him to care.

“Love, that feels amazing, but I’m afraid if you continue, I’ll be asleep in this chair before the food gets here.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck and rested your chin on top of his head.

“How bad is it? How mad are they about me ruining their precious schedule?”

His fingers came up to rub your arm as he scrolled through his emails.

“They certainly aren’t happy, but luckily I’m in between filming schedules right now so it’s not as bad as it could be. If I was, there would be contractual issues to consider. There were a few meetings and interviews rescheduled but with as much as I pay them, they can figure it out.”

Your eyes absentmindedly browsed the screen until your name in the subject line of an email caught your attention. He must have noticed it at the same time and quickly scrolled past it until it was off the screen.

“Thomas, what was that?”

He decided to play dumb.

“Hmm. What do you mean?”

You stood up and spun him around in the chair to face you with your arms crossed on your chest. He scrunched up his nose and didn’t answer at first. When your gaze only intensified, he finally cracked under the pressure.

“Alright, fine. Will you please sit down, George and promise you will try to not get upset?”

You sat down on the end of his bed across from him.

“Nope. No promises. Just spill it. Why am I the subject of a business email?”

Tom closed his eyes and prepared himself for your wrath and prayed the guests wouldn’t report them for the yelling they were about to hear.

“So, there may have been one more thing I checked into last night while you were at work… I just didn’t want to say anything until I knew if it was even possible first. I have been discussing a possible job opportunity for you with Luke and the rest of the team.”

The raise of your eyebrows wasn’t the worst sign right now, but it wasn’t good either. You didn’t say anything just yet, so he continued.

“Luke has been pressuring me for a while now to hire my own assistant instead of relying on the ones contracted out by his office. He wants me to have my own that sees to the day-to-day things and can take some of the scheduling and administrative tasks off he and I both. After you left for work last night, I sent him an email to check into it the possibility of the job being given to you…”

The pacing began.

“You did WHAT?! Overstepping, Hiddleston. We’ve discussed this numerous times. More than once this week even!”

Tom stood up and tried to calm you down.

“I know, Georgia, I know. It was a passing thought, and I was only running it by Luke to see if I’m crazy or not. This isn’t some control issue or me trying to handle things for you. It’s only because the only person truly qualified for the job is you, Darling.”

The knocking at the door was a much-needed interruption.

“That’s probably the food. Like I said, nothing is happening with it right now so there is nothing to figure out.”

You watched as he answered the door and came back into the room with dinner. Neither of you said a word as you sat on his bed and watched tv as you ate. Halfway through another episode of whatever cooking show that was on, you held the cheesecake out to him and he switched desserts with you. After a few bites of his cake, you spoke up.

“What did you mean earlier?’

Tom looked over at you in between bites.

“Which part exactly?”

“That I was the only person qualified.”

He seemed to carefully consider his next words before closing the container and turning to face you.

“Alright… essentially what this person would have to do is know my schedule front and back, be able to handle communications between me and the rest of the team, and spend most of their time with me on a regular basis. They would have to understand how I think and work, what I like and don’t like, and be able to handle me when I’m a stressed-out brat and not quit on me. Sweetheart, you already do most of that now. Other than Luke and myself, you are the only other person who knows my schedule and what all it currently entails. Like I’ve said before, Luke listens to you over me already. After seven years, Georgia, you not only deal with me on bratty days, but you put me in my place and don’t let me get away with anything. The only part of that you aren’t currently doing is spending all your time with me, Love. The reason I haven’t hired anyone is because the thought of training someone is exhausting and to be completely honest, if I had to spend that much time with one person, I want that person to be you George…”

You stared at him and wanted to stay mad, but those blue eyes always made you weak, especially when he used that damn Hiddleston charm.

“Well… when you put it like that. I would hate to put anyone else through your tantrums.”

He pulled you towards him and kissed your forehead. You stayed leaning against him, so he wrapped his arm around your shoulders.

“Like I said, I don’t even know if he will go for it or not. It was just a thought. I’m just happy that I am finally getting more time with you. That’s all I’ve ever wanted, Georgia. Even if he agrees to it, the choice is still yours, Love. If you chose to find a bartending gig there, that’s fine too. I’m not trying to control you.”

You looked up at him to find him with a sad look on his face and now felt guilty.

“I shouldn’t have said that. I’m sorry, Hollywood. I’m just stressed out and tired. I know that’s not what you were doing. It just seems like life has been hell since I stepped off that jet two weeks ago. I may not have expressed it very well but I’m really glad you dropped everything and got on a plane. I needed you, I was just too stubborn to admit it.”

He pulled you into a hug left a lingering kiss on your forehead.

“I know, Sweetheart. I’m glad I did too. I’d move mountains for you, George. All you have to do is ask.”

~

Just before sunrise the next morning, the two of you were already up and on the road. It must have been just before eight when you turned off the lights and went to bed. Once you were both full from dinner, it became impossible to hold your eyes open much longer.

Now that you had found a place for breakfast and coffee, the two of you were on the interstate heading south. You were just outside New York State when the realization hit you.

“Shit!”

Your exclamation startled Tom and he nearly swerved.

“What’s wrong?!”

You just looked at him with a guilty expression.

“So, you know the one thing you asked me to handle? Yeah, I kind of forgot until this very moment.”

He gave you a blank stare and his eyes flashed between you and the road.

“Georgia… please tell me we aren’t in a moving truck in route to Atlanta and your mother is not aware to expect us today…”

When you didn’t answer him, he glared at you.

“Call. Her. Now, George, while we still have time to come up with alternative plans for our truck full of cargo.”

With a deep breath, you pulled your cell out of your purse and pulled up her contact praying she would answer and be home.

Tom tried to stay calm and not get irritated with you. He knew you and your mom didn’t get along as well as you used to in the past, but you didn’t have much of a choice right now. He breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Cat answer the phone.

“Hey Momma… I’m doing good… I actually meant to call you earlier, but it’s been a crazy couple of days. I just wanted to let you know that I’m coming down for a quick visit… Umm today actually. I’m already on the road!... Yes ma’am, I know it’s rude to not give your hostess any notice… Yes ma’am… Mmhmm… You would be happy to know I’m not coming alone though. I have your favorite person sitting beside me right now… Yes ma’am, he’s staying too if that’s alright…”

He watched you put the phone down and turn to him.

“Mom says hi and she can’t wait to see you.”

You didn’t even wait for him to respond.

“He says hi too Momma… Just for a couple of days. We fly out on Thursday morning…”

You realized the slip up at the same time he did. His eyes got wide, and he tried to ignore the way you slapped your forehead. That was going to be a fun conversation that he would most definitely need to mediate for the two of you. He might lose his position as Cat’s favorite when she finds out that he is taking her daughter away to London with him in two days.

“Oh, yeah… It’s a long story. I’ll tell you all about it when we get there tonight… Umm around 6 or so, depending on traffic… Yes ma’am, dinner would be amazing. Thank you Mom… I’m sure he would love for you make a peach cobbler for him tonight.”

The way Tom slowly and dramatically nodded his head without looking away from the road made you laugh. God, how he loved that laugh.

“Yes ma’am. Tom is very excited for it… Whatever you choose to cook will be amazing Momma… Sure, that sounds great… Yeah, you have plenty of time to get to the grocery store… I’m sure his usual snacks will be just fine… Mmhmm… No I didn’t know that… Yes that is very sweet of him… OH REALLY?... “

Tom did not like the look he was getting right now and started racking his memory for what your mother could be telling you right now. Your eyes were burning a hole in the side of his head and he pretended to be distracted with the traffic around him.

“I’m sure Tommy would be more than happy to give Mrs. Russell his Bolognese recipe…”

Shit. There it is. He had been outed. Stupid charter club meeting.

“Yes ma’am… That really is sweet of him to come over and cook for all the ladies… He stayed for bridge too?... What a perfect gentleman… Mmhmm… Well, Momma, I need to let you go for now, but we will see you this evening, okay?... Of course… An hour out… I’ll make sure he reminds me to let you know… Love you too, Momma… Mmhmm… Bye Mom.”

You looked over and found him biting his lip and trying to hide the embarrassment on his cheeks.

“Wow, maybe I should call Mom for updates more often. Tell me more about this Charter Club meeting that you catered. Apparently, all the ladies were very impressed with your bridge skills as well… Tommy…”

He rubbed the back of his neck and refused to look at you.

“Alright, I had to cancel dinner at the last minute due to shooting delays and to make it up to her, I agreed to help her with the monthly meeting later that week. Bolognese was the first thing I thought to cook.”

“Really, Hiddleston? You haven’t made me Bolognese in years.”

“Georgia, you are about to live with me, Darling. I will make you all the Bolognese your heart desires.”

You gave him a cautious look and rolled your eyes at him.

“You’re going to regret promising that, Hollywood.”

When you looked back over at him, he was grinning at you.

“What?”

Tom couldn’t help but think about how adorable you were right now. Plus, he couldn’t get over the fact that you were moving in with him for now. He wouldn’t have to deal with video chats or phone calls. You would be right there beside him every single day. It was a dream come true for him.

“Your accent is already slipping back through, George. I just forgot how thick it gets when you talk to your mother. That’s all. It’s cute…”

The comment caused your cheeks to blush. Making you blush was also one of his favorite things. It was a close second to your smile and laugh.

“Hiddleston Charm won’t get you out of this one ‘Tommy.’ I still want to hear about these hidden bridge skills you have. Are you going to schedule in a Quilting Bee while we are there this week?”

“Darling, if that woman is baking me a peach cobbler, I’ll help host whatever meeting her little heart desires.”

[lost-between-letters]

Listen To My Voice

Pairing: Sam Winchester X Reader (she/her)

Word Count: 595

Warnings: major character death, blood, injury, angst

Summary: "You two stay safe and get home in one piece"

A/N: I was feeling a little violent today oops

The first thing Sam did when he got back to the bunker and the safety of his room, was to take out his phone and take a seat on his bed. Y/N had left him a voicemail; the thought of listening to it was the only thing that had kept him through the day.

"Hey Baby! I know you said you'd be busy this evening because of the vampires in town so I just wanted to check in real quick with you and ask if it's okay if I just spend the night at the bunker? Your bed's more comfortable than mom's couch and I will tear my head off if I have to listen to any more complaints about my job choices. Or better: hers. Though then I guess I won't be able to sleep in your bed because then I'm in prison. Damn. Anyway, sorry for gnawing your ear off. You two stay safe and get home in one piece. Love you!"

The slight annoyance was evident in her voice as she talked about her overbearing parents and Sam couldn't help the smile that made its way on his lips. Y/N always loved to talk with her entire body and he could almost see her pacing the length of her parents' living room, phone pressed to her ear while she was leaving him a message.

Without making the conscious decision to do so, Sam had pressed the 'repeat' button and the recording repeated itself. Now, he made out the smile in her question, the sheepish expression she always got when she felt like she was asking for too much. Of course, she never did. His girl was surprisingly shy at times and then not at all in the next moment. Sam had been the proud witness when Y/N had rendered not only Cas and Bobby but Dean as well speechless with her comebacks at a man that had been trying to intimidate her into silence. Sam was still smiling at the memory.

The recording played again and Sam was listening to it with the same focus when he had checked it the first time.

The first tear fell directly on the display. It stayed there for a moment, wobbled and then slid down the lit up surface, obscuring the letters. Not that Sam would have been able to read them anyway, his vision too clouded by more unshed tears.

The voicemail was three months old. Three months since she had been gone. Three months since Sam had come back from a successful smoke out of the vampires' nest a town over. Three months and six hours since Y/N's mother had called him frantically from the phone she had found with a cracked screen on her porch.

Three months and half an hour since Dean had found her, bloody and broken in an alley. Unblinking eyes staring up at him, not focusing, never focusing on anything again. The same eyes that had been filled with so much warmth and affection merely twenty four hours earlier.

Dean had to carry him out of that alley. Physically carry him. Sam couldn't bear to move, couldn't bear to leave her there but his brother refused to let him just lie down next to her and wait for her eyes to open again.

The fourth time the voicemail was playing, Sam couldn't take it anymore. He shut off his phone and threw it across the room. It hit the stone wall and the screen shattered.

Sam didn't care.

Y/N was dead and Sam wasn't. Not physically at least.

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Day 21: Missing him was dark grey, all alone

Dean’s old things arrive on his doorstep two days after Cas breaks it off. He shoves the returned clothes in the very back of his drawers and almost dumps the photos in the trash - but one look at Cas’s smiling, frozen face, and he switches to the recycling instead.

He keeps the picture of them in matching cowboy hats, where Cas is wearing Dean’s favorite exasperated but so, so fond smile. Dean’s smiling too, dopily at the camera like he couldn’t believe his good luck.

Well, his good luck finally ran dry, just like he always knew it would.

It’s only five days after Halloween, so Dean splurges on candy instead of ice cream. He doesn’t care what, as long as it has some combination of chocolate, nougat, and maybe peanuts. He cracks open the first bag that night and polishes it off by mid afternoon the next day.

And he drinks.

He drinks a lot.

The next morning, hungover and dreading work, Dean texts Cas.

Dean 8:15 Got my stuff Thanks

He stares at his phone until the screen makes his bloodshot eyes water. Groaning, he double checks the time. Christ, it took him fifteen minutes to type out four goddamn words. How the hell is he going to do this?

Step-by-step. That’s what he told Sam while he was getting over the whole Ruby disaster - except Ruby was a demon, and Cas was an angel.

Brush teeth.

Make coffee.

Get dressed.

Don’t crash his baby on the way to Reading Hill Elementary.

Dean still feels like death warmed over by the time he slumps into work. He freezes as he takes in Claire, unsticking laminated paper pumpkins and cartoon bats from the wall. Her long blonde hair is swept up in a high ponytail (three glue incidents, and she finally caught on), leaving her face clear.

He’s never going to be free of Cas, not when his teacher’s assistant shares his eyes.

“You look terrible,” Claire tells him, frank as ever.

“Oh yeah? I hadn’t noticed,” Dean says, slumping over in his chair next to the chalkboard.

Claire sets down the decorations. “What happened?”

“None of your business.”

Claire crosses her arms over her chest. “It is if I’m going to have to pick up the slack because you don’t have your shit together enough to put on matching shoes.”

Alarmed, Dean drops his gaze down at his feet.

What the hell? His shoes totally match.

He glances up at Claire’s smirking face. “That’s not funny.”

“It’s a little funny,” Claire says loftily as she carries the Halloween decorations to his desk. “What should I do with these?”

“How should I know?”

Claire groans. “Seriously? I spent the past ten minutes taking down all the Sanderson Sisters’ merch.” She grabs a plastic tub they keep for their library books and drops the pile in there and kicks it under his desk. “We can figure it out later.”

Dean rubs a hand down his face. “Yeah, sure.”

“Do you wanna stop by the water fountain or something?” Claire asks, eyebrows rising. “You really don’t look so hot.”

Dean shakes his head. “I’ll be fine.”

And all too soon, Dean hears the first, “Good morning, Mr. Winchester!” chirped by the front door.

Ignoring the concerned look from Claire, Dean gets up to greet his student.

The day crawls by. Dean loses his train of thought more times than he can remember, and he gets the Banes twins mixed up - which is ridiculous since they are clearly fraternal. At story time, he accidentally chooses a book about an artist whose paintings come to life, and Dean nearly loses it right there.

At three, Dean lets Claire go early and furiously cleans up after his students. He reviews tomorrow’s lesson plan at his desk at school instead of at home like he usually does and takes extra time at the grocery store, planning an elaborate dinner for one that will keep him occupied for the whole evening.

Of course, Cas texts back before he can even preheat the oven.

Cas 6:19 You’re welcome. Please let me know if I missed anything.

Dean doesn’t throw his phone against the wall, but it’s a close goddamn call.

Instead, he dials for pizza. He’s halfway through his second slice and fourth straight episode of Dr. Sexy when Charlie texts.

Charlie 8:11 Yo what up handmaiden

Sighing, Dean wipes the grease off his hands.

Dean 8:13 Not much

Charlie 8:13 Not according to what a little birdie told me.

Dean stares at his phone screen, dumbfounded. Who the hell could have told Charlie? He didn’t see anyone after Cas dumped him. He just went home and brooded, and then it was time for work -

Dean 8:14 Is this birdie a blonde pain in my ass?

Charlie 8:14 Of course

Dean 8:14 What the hell I didn’t even know you knew her

Charlie 8:14 We’re two lesbians in a small town. Of course we know each other. It’s the secret gay agenda.

Dean 8:15 Awesome.

Charlie 8:15 I’m coming over in 10. Chocolate or vanilla?

Dean 8:15 What?

Charlie 8:15 You’re right. I’ll get both!

Dean runs a hand down his face and stares around his house. Half-heartedly, he picks up the fun-sized candy wrappers and dumps them in the trash. He glares at the empty beer and liquor bottles in his recycling, but nothing he can do about that now.

When Charlie arrives, she takes one look at his face and says, “I’m calling Benny. And Jo. Sam. Maybe Garth.”

“Aw, come on,” Dean says as he shuts the door behind her. “It’s a school night.”

Charlie shoots him a quelling look. “You and Cas split. I don’t care what day of the week it is.”

Dean sighs. “Claire found out?”

“Duh,” Charlie says as she flops on his couch and picks up a slice of his pizza. “She spent one mopey day at school with you; of course she called her uncle first thing for the 411.”

“Great,” Dean mumbles as he throws himself into his seat and tries not to look at Charlie.

“You want to tell me what happened before the cavalry gets here?”

“Nope.”

“I’m really surprised this happened. Like, really.”

“That makes two of us,” Dean says darkly.

Cas had clearly been stressed. He always pulled away, was always on edge, before a big show. Cas lived and breathed for his art, but the dog and pony show to showcase his art was the bane of his existence.

But one argument at the wrong place at the wrong time was all it took to break everything to pieces.

It started over Thanksgiving plans. Dean had a standing date with Mom and Sammy, like he always had since he learned how to brine a turkey at fourteen. They usually had it at Mom’s house because of the size of her oven (not that she ever used it) even though Dean did all the cooking.

However, this year, this was the first year he’d been serious with Cas, and Cas insisted Dean come with him to Thanksgiving with his extended family. A requirement, apparently, not a request from Cas’s dad.

But Dean couldn’t just leave his family in the lurch, so, naturally he asked if Mom and Sammy could come along.

Cas vehemently refused. They would hate his family, he said. His parents had exacting standards and were generally awful people.

It escalated from there.

Dean scrubs the heels of his hands down his face. “I’m fine.”

“You don’t look super fine, my dude.”

Dean looks up at her. “Yeah, I guess not.”

“But you will be,” Charlie says, pocketing her phone. “Trust me.”

He’s not magically better after a quasi-sleepover with all his friends. But he does feel lighter when he tells them about what happened. They all call Cas names - some Dean agrees with, most he doesn’t - and raid his cabinets for all and every available snack food.

A month and a half later, Dean gets an email about an upcoming show featuring Cas’s work. While they were dating, Dean got on so many gallery email lists, he can’t ever hope to unsubscribe to all of them. For a split second, he actually contemplates going.

He deletes the email.

Claire throws down a paper flyer for the show on his desk the next day. The kids are busy, off mashing clay into each other’s faces with Miss Rourke, so the classroom remains blessedly silent except for them.

Dean stares up at her, jaw clenching. “What the hell is this?”

“Uncle Cas is showing his art,” Claire says calmly. “I think you should go.”

“In case it somehow escaped your notice, we’re not together,” Dean says, forcing his voice to stay even. “I don’t have to go to any of his shows anymore.”

Claire huffs. “You should go to this one.”

“Claire-”

“You need to go to this one,” Claire amends, the faintest note of pleading to her words, which Dean has never heard before. “I - I saw some of his pieces. He hasn’t been doing so well since you two, you know.”

“Cas was the one who ended things. He made that choice.”

Claire rolls her eyes. “Then he lied or fucked up, or something. He’s not good.”

Dean takes the flyer, and some of the tension eases from Claire’s rigid spine. “I’ll think about it.”

“Fine,” she spins on her heel and gets started on rearranging the tables for storytime.

Dean stares down at the flyer in his hands.

He shouldn’t go.

Charlie would tell him to avoid it at all costs.

Sam would offer to go in his place to report back if Dean was really concerned.

These days, he can almost go a whole 24 hours without thinking about Cas.

Dean goes.

He even dresses up, pulling on the khakis Sam got him for Christmas three years ago that he’d never touched in his life, and a blue striped tie Claire got him as a gag gift for his birthday after he got together with Cas. (She got Cas a matching one when his next birthday rolled around.) His only other tie is for Parent-Teacher meetings, and it has cartoon apples and A pluses on it.

The gallery is a local one Cas favors for his newest stuff, a test drive for the more well-known shindigs in the big cities. An attendant swings by with a tray of champagne, and Dean gratefully takes a glass. He drains half of it in one swallow.

Cas always gets a good turnout, so Dean doesn’t stick out like a sore thumb. He wanders around the gallery, his heartstrings pulling at the familiar palette of colors, brushwork.

It doesn’t take him long to find the paintings Claire was talking about.

They’re all of him.

Blue Like I’ve Never Known is, predictably, done entirely in shades of blue. The frame shows Cas’s bed, the sheets rumpled to hell. The nude figure in it is lying on his side, his face (Dean’s face) in profile. But he’s not all there - the lines around his midsection, over his shoulder, and at the balls of his feet all blur in with the lines of the sheets tangled around him.

For Dark Grey All Alone, Cas didn’t paint entirely in greyscale. But he used such muted colors, it has the same effect. It shows Dean sitting at Cas’s kitchen table, his face thrown back in laughter. But here, too, he half-blends into the background, like a faded Victorian photograph.

Loving Him Was Red is last. Cas painted Dean behind the wheel of his baby, speeding towards the sunset, his face a relief of pinks, reds, oranges, and maroons.

“Dean?”

Dean whirls around at the sound of his name, and there he is.

“Hey, Cas,” he says, his throat dry.

Cas swallows, his gaze flicking to the trio of Deans behind him before settling on the live version. “What are you doing here?”

“I came to see your show,” Dean says lamely.

Cas takes a step closer, his eyes wide, like he still can’t believe Dean is really standing in front of him.

Dean scans the gallery floor, but there are no convenient attendants with more glasses of champagne. Dammit. His gaze pulls back to Cas, as natural as anything. “You know, if she gets wind of this, she’ll probably sue your ass for copyright infringement.”

Cas licks his lips. “Those probably aren’t the final titles. I’ve, uh, been listening to a lot of Taylor Swift recently.”

“Really?”

“She covers the full spectrum of human emotion,” Cas says defensively. “I know you know this, or else you wouldn’t have recognized the lyrics either.”

Dean flushes. His top guilty pleasures go, 1. Dr. Sexy, MD, 2. Taylor Swift, 3. Biggerson’s Pepperjack Turducken Slammer.

“But, in all honesty,” Cas starts, “what are you doing here?”

Dean pinches the bridge of his nose. “Claire told me to come.”

Cas swears under his breath. “I’m sorry. She shouldn’t have done that.”

“No, wait,” Dean says quickly, “I’m glad she did. I had no idea…” he drifts off, gesturing to the paintings behind him instead of finishing the thought he has no words for.

Cas sighs, glancing around. “Do you mind going somewhere private so we could talk?”

Dean blinks. Before his brain catches up with his mouth, he says, “Yeah, sure,” and follows Cas across the main floor and through a door marked STAFF ONLY in bold black letters.

Cas opens a side door and ushers him into a nondescript office. One window to the side of the desk shows the dark street in front of the gallery, and photos of Cas’s many family members adorn a cabinet in the corner - Dean just recognizes one of Cas’s dad, Chuck, shoved way in the back. Unsurprising, with how he fucked up his entire family.

“So,” Dean says as Cas closes the door firmly behind them. “I take it you got something on your mind?”

Cas nods, his face troubled. “I - I didn’t think you’d ever see the paintings.”

“Yeah, no shit -”

“But I’m glad you did,” Cas continues over his interruption. “I still have feelings for you.”

Dean had known this was coming. For fuck’s sake, Cas’s heartache is spread over three entire canvases outside. But still the words knock him speechless.

“I think I made a mistake when I said we should break up,” Cas says, his eyes downcast. “I didn’t actually want us to separate at all -”

What.

“- but when I said I wanted to leave, you didn’t stop me, so I figured it must have been for the best. If you didn’t bother fighting for us -”

That is it.

“If you didn’t want to leave, you shouldn’t have goddamn left!” Dean explodes. “I’m not a mindreader, Cas. If you say you want to do something, and you do it, how the hell am I gonna get that you secretly decided it was Opposite Day?”

Cas glares. “You said nothing when I walked out. How could I not have read more into it?”

Dean takes an incredulous step back. “I know your parents and siblings played mind games for fun, but my head doesn’t work like that. You have to be straight with me.” He pauses at the weird look on Cas’s face. “You know what I mean.”

Cas’s mouth purses. “You’ve always thought I was… somehow better than you. That you didn’t deserve to be at my side, which was patently ridiculous. I was worried your insecurities would get the better of you, that you didn’t think you could fight for us. And I was right, wasn’t I?”

“It wasn’t my stupid inferiority complex, you dumb son of a bitch,” Dean says, rolling his eyes, “it was you saying to my face you didn’t want to do this anymore. When I hear that, my first thought isn’t, he’s lying out of his ass.” He throws his hands up in the air. “Maybe I’m not the only one with a complex if you thought that was an awesome way of evaluating our relationship.”

Cas’s head tilts as he studies Dean. “Of course you’re not the only one,” he says matter-of-factly. “I’m full of shortcomings, but you never seemed to notice them.”

“I mean, now I do,” Dean says with a grimace. “I extra do. Now what?”

“Now,” Cas says, the corners of his mouth twitching, “I can keep groveling for you to take me back, or… ”

Dean takes a step back to sit against the edge of the desk. “It’s not that easy.”

Cas sighs as he moves to stand next to him, their shoulders brushing. “I know.”

“Like, what are we doing about Christmas?”

“Seriously?”

Dean holds up his hands. “I just want some sort of warning if it’s going to be a thing.”

“It won’t be,” Cas says shortly. “My family is currently not speaking to me.”

Dean makes a face. “What, us breaking up wasn’t a good enough reason for me not to show?”

“No, it’s because I didn’t go at all. I spent Thanksgiving working on my pieces. They’ve caused me nothing but agony for years, and, honestly, if I went, I probably would have said something hurtful and would have ended up in exactly the same place as I am now.”

Dean scrubs his face with the heel of his hand. “I had no idea you-”

“What, could be so disloyal?” Cas asks bitterly. “Believe me, I heard it all.”

“I was gonna say brave,” Dean says, inching his hand over so his fingers can intertwine with Cas’s. “They sounded really shitty, but I know family’s really important to both of us anyway.”

Cas meets his gaze, his face slack with clear relief. “They almost cost me you. Of course I couldn’t let that stand.”

When Dean tugs him closer and kisses him, it’s not blue, grey, or red. It’s golden, like daylight.

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Destiel

It’s my birthday tomorrow, and to celebrate, I’ve compiled a list of my favourite fics! I’ve read a lot of Destiel fics over the past year, but these are the ones that have stuck with me the most. I’ve not put as much detail in as I usually do because otherwise we would be here forever, but I am begging you to read these fics. They’re all amazing.

Kiss You When It’s Dangerous by zoemathemata (@zoemathemata) on AO3. (57,593 words).

It’s adorable. The plot is fabulous. It’s my all time favourite fic. Please, I am begging you, just read it.

Stand By Me by whelvenwings (@whelvenwings) on AO3. (31,252 words).

The first Destiel fic I ever read, and it’s managed to stay with me this whole time.

Angel’s Wild by LimonadeGaby and riseoftefallenone on AO3. (389,271 words).

The pining is unbearable but it’s all worth it in the end. The ultimate slow burn.

The Tea is Decaf by mnwood (@tomhardysteeth) on AO3. (3,673 words).

Cas is adorable. Eileen is adorable. Everyone is adorable.

a turn of the earth by microcomets on AO3. (95,274 words).

Of course I’ll rec the ultimate John Winchester bashing fic. The plot is so amazing and it is written excellently.

the inexhaustible silence of houses by Askance on AO3. (31,820 words).

This was beautifully written, made me cry, and the ending haunts me to this day.

Forget-Me-Not Blues by noangelsinthegarrison (@aaziraphales) on AO3. (68,689 words).

Jesus Christ, I have not read another fic where these two are such blatant idiots. That being said... I love it. Everything about it is amazing.

the cost of a thing by quiettewandering (@wanderingcas) on AO3. (74,198 words).

So cute! All the angst! My all time favourite trope and absolutely the best take on it!

In All Your Borrowed Finery by vanishingact (@vanishingactblog) on AO3. (67,950 words).

Okay this is adorable and you can’t convince me otherwise. Every time I read a fic with Gabriel in, I miss him just a bit more.

Down Like Water by museaway (@museaway) on AO3. (14,512 words).

I reread this occasionally just to feel something. I literally had to check if I misread the tags like 3 times and I cry every. single. time.

Partnered by K_K_TiBal (@thebloggerbloggerfun) on AO3. (28,112 words).

This is so fucking cute. The artwork is gorgeous. And, now I ship Jody and Donna. All round win.

Black Swans by omphalos and Wolfling on AO3. (66,455 words).

Okay so maybe this is more Sabriel than Destiel, but it was written amazingly and the plot was phenomenal!

this is a good thing, dean (prayer is a sign of faith) by cascountsdeansfreckles on AO3. (529 words).

The one time Cas can’t hear his prayers... I had to include a 15x18 fic in here somewhere, and this one set me off.

Purgatory, director’s cut by runsinthefamily on AO3. (23,722 words).

This was beautiful. It felt hypnotic, almost like poetry, and I absolutely cried at the end.

The House on the Ocean Road by coffeeandcas (@coffeeandcas) on AO3. (111,351 words).

This was gorgeous! Dean and Cas as parents was adorable, and Jimmy was such a fucking icon I don’t even know where to start. Also, not the weirdest past Cas ship I’ve ever seen (but it’s up there).

Broadway Musical by Griftings on AO3. (12,453 words).

The King and Queen of the crack fics. I adore the ‘did you fuck the Michael sword’ vibes and the formatting just makes everything so much funnier.

How Many Slams In An Old Screen Door [podfic] by Tenoko1 (@tenoko1) on AO3. (1hr 50mins).

Before we were shoved back into lockdown, I used to listen to podfics on the way to/from school, and this has to be my all time favourite so far. The asexual representation was fantastic, the plot was hilarious, and (as always) it was read beautifully.

When Charlie Met Cas by riseofthefallenone on AO3. (24,666 words).

This has to be thee funniest fic ever written. I don’t make the rules.

Boneless Wings by PallasPerilous (@pallasperilous) on AO3. (4,333 words).

The art is gorgeous (I’d literally just finished watching Pan’s Labyrinth which was terrifying) and it was such a brilliant parody of all the other wing fics out there (not that I don’t love them too!)

Grace by july_19th_club (@july-19th-club) on AO3. (5,164 words).

This was gorgeous and now I really want to see it filmed! It is so much better than the ending we got. I would say the author should work for them, but... frankly, they deserve better.

It Started With a Fanfic Competition by Tenoko1 (@tenoko1) on AO3. (124,487 words).

This was written beautifully. It was so wholesome, not afraid to call the characters out on their usual bullshit, and has genuinely more character development than the entire 15 year long show.

Serendipity by whelvenwings (@whelvenwings) on AO3. (23,891 words).

I absolutely adored every character in this (and thoroughly enjoyed guessing who was going to show up next!) and the plot was fabulous!

The Mute!Cas ‘verse by Princess_Aleera on AO3. (148,656 words).

Oh man. I wasn’t sure at first, but this is now maybe my favourite universe out there. The fluff was unbelievably fluffy, the angst was quality pain, and that’s without mentioning the fact the end had me ugly sobbing. On Christmas Eve.

When Dinosaurs Ruled The Earth by Mishafied on AO3. (68,926 words).

Oh my lord, what about this isn’t amazing? The casting was fabulous, the amount of research was obvious and really paid off, and I mean... Jurassic Park AU! It made me desperate to rewatch the films, too.

The Passion of the Christ (and his angelic ex-boyfriend) by Bzzee (@clarafordahwin) on AO3. (4,972 words).

I am going straight to Hell, and it is because of this fic right here. That being said, this is top quality crack and I’ve sent it to everyone I know just for the trip (two of them had never watched SPN. One asked me if Jesus was actually in it).

You Can Keep Holding On by NorthernSparrow on AO3. (352,388 words).

I won’t spoil it, but one of the best plot twists of all time! The exploration of Dean & Cas’ relationship, the detail put into the lore, the foreshadowing... amazing.

Apres by imogenbynight (@imogenbynight) on AO3. (24,045 words).

This was so adorable - Cas and Dean deserved a holiday in France!

I hope you enjoyed them! I’ve really been struck - especially over quarantine - with appreciation for all the writers out there who are giving us this professional quality content for free. I genuinely don’t know what I’d do without you, which is why I’ve done my best to hunt you down and tag you so you can take my love! There are a hundred other fics that I could have included on here as well, or ones that I’ve read since making this list. Thank you all so much for giving us these wonderful stories!

[sourwolf-sterek32]

Welcome to the End

Summary: Y/N Winchester was a hunter like her brothers, following in their fathers footsteps. Saving people, hunting things, the family business.

During a case in Georgia, you meet the Dixon brothers and after saving Daryl’s life against a Chupacabra, the two of you become close. But, when the zombie apocalypse starts, life as you know it changes forever.

Basically a Supernatural/The Walking Dead crossover fic where Chuck starts the zombie apocalypse in S14E20 ‘Welcome to The End’

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Winchester!Reader

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: Language, minor descriptions of blood

Chapter 2-

Then...

"So, tell me again. What's this case?" You asked, leaning forward in the backseat as you rested your arms on top of the front seat between your brother's while Dean drove the impala.

"A young boy was found in the woods this morning dead, from blood loss. His entire body was drained of blood and reports say that he had three puncture wounds on his neck." Sam explained, scrolling through the various reports and articles on his phone.

"So, we're hunting a vampire?" Dean questioned because that's what it sounded like, but why would a vamp leave the body out in the middle of the woods? And since when did they leave three puncture marks? That didn't make any sense, vampires were smart and always covered their tracks.

It took over 14 hours of driving and too many games of 'I spy' for three adults to be considered normal, but you finally reached the small town in Georgia where the incident occurred.

The town seemed like one of those shitty redneck towns that everyone just drove through and never stopped at, but you guys stopped.

The family had been living at the local trailer park that sat right on the outskirts of the woods, so you started there first. While Sam and Dean went over to the families trailer, you made your way across the park knocking on other trailer doors to ask a few questions and to tell people to stay out the woods. Because if this really was a vampire then going into the woods was just suicide.

You walked up to the last trailer taking note of the pickup truck and motorcycle parked out the front as you knocked on the front door.

"Who are ya?" A man questioned opening the door a moment later as he stared at you in confusion.

He was wearing a sleeveless flannel shirt and a black leather vest over the top. You stared at him for a moment, taking in his piercing blue eyes before you realised you should probably say something.

"Agent Cooper, FBI. I need to ask you a few questions." You explained.

The man just roll his eyes not believing a word you just said which was fair enough because you were literally just wearing a flannel and jeans, most cops would be in uniform or some fancy suit.

"Who's at the door?" A male voice questioned from further inside the trailer and within a second another guy appeared in the doorway.

He was about 10 years older than the first guy, but there was no mistaking their resemblance. They were definitely brother's. Hell, they were both wearing the same leather vest too.

"Hey there sugartits, what can we do for ya?" The older brother asked his eyes flashing up and down your body as he got a good look at you.

You rolled your eyes, not letting the redneck intimidate you as you crossed your arms over your chest and raised your eyebrow at him. The younger brother elbowed him in the side, silently letting him to shut up as you tried not to smile. 

You sighed, pulling out your fake badge from your pocket and flipped it open, holding it towards them. In an instant both their expressions quickly sobered up when they realised that you weren't lying. Well, technically you were, but they didn't need to know that.

"Like I said before, Agent Cooper, FBI. Now, I need to ask you guys some questions." You repeated, tucking your badge into the back pocket of your jeans.

"This about that guy who died in the woods? The cops were here all morning, don't see why the FBI are needed, didn't he just get attacked by a wild animal or something?" The older brother questioned and you sighed, running your fingers through your hair.

Yes, that's what the police had told the public because if they said that the body had been completely drained of blood with no idea how it happened, the town would turn to chaos.

"Yes, but I still need to ask you fellas a couple questions. Have you seen or heard anything strange lately? Anything that was out of the ordinary or anything like that? I don't care how stupid or crazy it sounds, any little thing helps." You insisted, glancing between the two brothers who both seemed to actually think about the question as your eyes caught a glimpse of what looked to be a crossbow leaning up against the table in their trailer behind them. So, these guys were probably the other kind of hunters, they must go out in the woods a fair bit then.

"What about those tracks ya saw the other day, little brother? Ya said those weren't normal." The older guy suggested, looking over at his brother who shook his head, almost seeming embarrassed that his brother had bought the topic up.

"What tracks? Like deer tracks for hunting?" You asked, which seemed to catch both their attention as their eyes snapped over at you, trying to figure out how you knew they were hunters. "Can see your crossbow from here. Figured you were either hunters or liked archery. Now, what tracks?"

"S'nothin', was just out huntin' a few days ago 'n came across some tracks. Ain't ever seen tracks like that before, looked like a wolf track, but ten times the size. Didn't make any sense." The younger man muttered.

You didn't say anything for a while as you thought back to the other people you had questioned who all said that had been hearing loud howling for the past couple of nights, which you just figured were wolves, but now you weren't so sure.

"That actually helps me a lot. Is there anything else you have seen or heard? Any howling during the night or something?" You asked, but they both shook their heads.

"Nah, I sleep like a log, don't hear nothing during the night." The older one answered causing brother to snort, shaking his head.

"That’s 'cause ya can't hear nothin' over ya snorin'." He muttered causing the older brother shove him into the doorframe with a mumbled 'do not' causing you to smile slightly watching the two brothers.

"Thank you for your time. If you think of anything else or see anything else, don't hesitate to give me a call." You responded, pulling a small card from your pocket as you handed it to the younger guy. "Just stay out of the woods until this thing is sorted out, it's not safe out there." You warned and they both nodded before you walked away.

-

"Well, this is cosy." You commented, throwing your duffle bag over your shoulder as you followed your brothers into the motel room that they booked while you were still at the trailer park talking to the locals.

It was a small room, two beds to one side with a cracked television on the wall on the other side. There was a couple chairs, a small table and one door at the far end of the room which you figured was the bathroom. As far as motels go in small towns, this probably wasn't half bad.

"We've had worse." Dean shrugged, throwing his bag onto the first bed as you closed the door behind yourself to find Sam standing in the middle of the room, slightly hesitant about taking the other bed.

"Take it, Sammy. You guys know I don't need much sleep. I slept for a couple hours on the drive here and that's all I need." You stated, dropping your bag onto one of the chairs as you sat down on the table. Being part Angel had it benefits, your body didn't need much sleep. You could easily run on a few hours for a week, unlike Cas who didn't need to sleep at all.

"So, tomorrow we head to the hospital, check out the body and go from there. We still think it's a vampire despite those tracks one of the locals saw? Large wolf tracks seem odd, but this has vampires all over it." Dean spoke up and you looked over at him to find him now lying on his back with his arms under his head as he looked between you and Sam.

"Let's just see what those puncture marks on his neck look like first. I'm gonna take a shower, who's turn is it to shout dinner?" Sam asked over his shoulder as he pulled out fresh clothes from his bag.

"Deans." You immediately responded, causing him to glare at you as you stuck your tongue out at him with a grin. "Sam and I bought last month on that ghost case. Your turn big bro, grab a six-pack while you're out too." You added with a smirk and a second later Dean threw his pillow at you which you caught easily.

"You're never getting that pillow back." Sam chuckled as he made his way towards the bathroom and Dean quickly looked over at you with a questioning look.

You just hugged the pillow to your chest to show that you had no intention of giving it back causing him to flip you off before he grabbed his wallet and keys.

-

You ended up sitting on one of the chairs, resting your legs up on the table while you sat back and watched some shitty cartoon while your brothers snored softly from the beds. The crack through the middle of the screen was frustrating, but after a few hours, you didn't even notice it.

By the time the late-night cartoons finished and the bullshit morning shows and news started, your brothers finally woke up and you already had two coffees from the café down the road sitting by their bedside tables waiting for them.

"Y/N, you're amazing." Sam commented, his voice muffled slightly from his coffee cup that was pressed to his lips.

You laughed shaking your head at him as Dean sat on the edge of his own bed, drinking his cup as well.

"I know." You replied, but before you could say anything else your phone began to ring causing you to frown because who the hell calls you at seven in the morning?

"Hello? Who's this?" You answered, picking up the phone when you didn't recognise the number as you held it to your ear.

"It's Merle Dixon. I need ya help." A male voice responded, causing you to frown even more because who the hell was Merle Dixon? "This is Agent Cooper, right? Ya gave us your card yesterday, said to call ya if anything else outta the ordinary happened." The man explained and suddenly it clicked. The brothers from the trailer park.

"What happened?" You asked, sitting up straighter in your chair which seemed to catch Sam's attention as he looked over at you, but Dean was too focused on his coffee to notice anything at the moment.

"It's my brother. He went out huntin' last night, never came home." Merle explained.

-

Now...

Taking a deep breath, you hit the call button and leant back in your chair. You held the phone to your ear while it rang and just as you were about to hang up, he picked up on the last ring.

"Hello?" Daryl answered and you sighed with relief at his gruff, but familiar voice.

"Daryl." Was all you could say as you took a deep breath, trying to force the tears to stay away.

How were you meant to tell him that something was going to happen? That you had lost Jack? That you had killed Chuck? That your powers weren't working? How were you meant to tell him what happened?

"Y/N? Ya never call, ya always just appear outta nowhere. What's goin' on?" He asked, trying to keep his voice calm, but even you could sense the slight worry in his tone.

You and Daryl rarely talked over the phone. If he needed you, he'd pray and you'd hear him and be at his place within the second. Or if you ever needed him you'd just go to his place and he'd always be there, but you couldn't exactly do that now. Not with how your powers were acting up.

"W-we lost Jack... We lost the kid." You said, unable to stop the tears from falling down your cheeks and you wished like hell that you could just go to Daryl's right now and let him hug you.

"Shit." Daryl sighed as he tried to process what you just said.

He'd never met Jack before. You refused to let Daryl anywhere near the bunker or your family because you couldn't put him in danger like that. Every single relationship Sam and Dean have had ended terribly and you couldn't risk putting Daryl in danger. Whenever you weren't on a hunt with your brothers you were usually at the trailer park in Georgia with him, the two of you made it work. 

"Come over. I'm at home with, Merle. But, I can get him to leave if ya want, he's probably 'bout to go to the bar anyway. Just come over here, ya shouldn't be alone right now." Daryl said a few seconds later and you covered your face with your hands wishing like hell that you could.

"I-I can't. My powers, there's something wrong. They're not working properly." You tried to explain, wiping the tears from your eyes.

"What do you mean they ain't working? Y/N, what happened?" Daryl asked, his voice slightly less calm and you knew he was really starting to worry. 

"I told you last month that Jack lost his soul?" You asked and Daryl hummed letting you know he had heard you before you continued. "It got bad, it got really bad. Shit happened and I killed Chuck, but he killed Jack and now..." You trailed off, not really sure how to tell him about what Chuck did because you didn't even know what he did.

"Wait, ya killed God?" He questioned in disbelief and you just nodded before you realised that he couldn't see you.

"Yeah. He made a gun that could kill anything in hope that one of us used it to kill Jack because the kid was getting out of control... But, we couldn't and then Chuck started to kill Jack, so I grabbed the gun and shot him, but it was too late. Jack was already dead." You explained, hating the silent tears that were trickling down your cheeks. "Look, before Chuck died he said that 'the story was over' and said 'welcome to the end.' We don't know what it means, but something is going to happen and it's going to be big. Chuck did something to my powers, but there's more to come."

"What's gonna happen?" Daryl asked, although by the tone of his voice it was clear that he didn't want to know the answer. "If ya can't come here, I'll drive to ya. It's less than a days drive-"

"No, it's too dangerous. We don't know what's gonna happen, but whatever it is... it's gonna be bad, Dixon. Stay with your brother and keep your phone on. I'll call you if I hear anything else, but I gotta go. Just... just please be careful, Daryl. I can't lose you too." You said, your voice wavering slightly as you closed your eyes and tried to calm yourself.

"I will. Whatever happens just take care of yourself 'n your brothers. I love ya, Angel. M'sorry 'bout Jack." Daryl replied softly and you couldn't help the small smile forming on your lips.

"I love you too, Dixon. I'll talk to you later." You said before hanging up the phone as you dropped it onto the table and wiped your teary eyes.

You missed him. You hadn't seen him in person since the whole thing with Lucifer and Jack started. You didn't want to risk putting him in danger, but right now all you wanted to do was see him, but you couldn't.

"You did the right thing. He'll be safer away from us Winchesters until we figure out what's happening." Dean's voice said and you glanced over your shoulder to find him leaning against the doorway behind you with a sad smile and you nodded. He was right, but it didn't help you feel any better.

"I tried to call Rick, but he didn't answer. So, I called the station and apparently he's on sick leave or something. Deputy Walsh was very vague about where Rick was, so we couldn't get hold of him, but we called everyone else." Dean explained and you nodded again, relieved that they all knew that something was going to happen.

But, why was Rick on sick leave? Even if he was sick, he'd always answer his phone if one of you guys called.

Rick Grimes was a Deputy at King County Sheriff's Department who knew about the supernatural. He kept in contact with you and your brothers, sending you any possible supernatural incidents that he came across. His town got invaded by group vampires a while ago and you had to tell him about the Supernatural to stop him from arresting you for cutting off a person's head.

At first he thought the three of you had completely lost your minds, but he quickly realised that you weren't crazy and helped you take down the vamp nest. It had been a while since you last saw him, but it's been a while since you and your brothers had needed to drive down to King County which was a good thing because it meant nothing bad was happening down there.

"How's your shoulder?" Cas asked, appearing behind Dean as he walked into the room.

He looked over at you with a sympathetic expression and you knew he had heard your conversation with Daryl, Cas had stronger hearing than most, even you.

"I'll live. But, what are we meant to do? Just sit here and wait to see what happens?" You asked in frustration turning back around in your chair as Dean and Cas walked into the room and sat down around the table.

"We don't really have another choice." Dean sighed.

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[adhdeancas]

Hm, mommy issues anybody? Daddy issues anybody? Yeah. Let’s unpack that a little. Not a lot.

Dean runs his hand up the back of his head, feeling the soft spikes of his haircut. It was a stupid tic he’d picked up in his teens, it usually made girls melt. The sensitive guy, the nervous guy, the guy who’s eager to please. It made him look vulnerable. Girls liked that. He started catching himself on it and stopping when he got into his twenties. 

His phone buzzes. He looks at it quickly, ignoring the stupid clench in his heart that comes with the action.

One New System Update Available: Install Now?

He sighs and turns it off.

---

Long hours in the car are usually… uneventful. Full of all kinds of empty time that frankly? Dean likes. It’s a nice break from the constant weird noises of sketchy motel rooms with paper-thin walls, from the creaking pipes in the bunker. Mostly, it’s a break from thinking about whatever batshit depressing problems they have up their ass that week. 

But this time? The open road is endless, like a really shitty, really boring acid trip. A fucking infinity of his ankle cramping up on the side roads. And Sam always gives him the stink eye when he reaches for his phone, so he can’t even do that. He does make pit stops more often than usual, so he doesn’t crawl out of his own skin, and his glares keep Sam from mentioning it. Maybe he just thinks he’s got the shits. He’ll let him keep thinking that.

At least on the pot he can check his phone.

But time and time again, he lays down a loud paper cover that doesn’t do much to cover up the griminess of the seat and sits down, and unlocks his phone. He waits until he’s fully in the stall to do it, even though he could end the suspense the second he puts Baby in park. Maybe he knows what the answer is gonna be.

What the answer always is.

No New Messages. 

He sighs. Story of his life.

---

Sam snatches his phone next time it buzzes in the cup holder before Dean can even reach for it. Dean opens his mouth to gripe, but his stomach ties itself in a knot anyway. He doesn’t know whether he wants it to be… or whether he’s dreading it. 

“Who is it?” he tries to say it casually. It sounds forced to him, but Sam doesn’t notice. 

“Cas,” he’s got this dopey little smile on his face, and Dean feels his face heat up. For no goddamn reason, it’s not like-

“Why’re you- what’s up? Anything wrong?” Dean knows Sam would’ve said right away if something was wrong, but he wants his brother to spit it out already, and Sam looks like the cat that got the cream. That means he’s about to try to be funny. 

“Nah, nah.” Sam grins again, glancing away from the phone finally. 

“Well then put it down, Nosy, what the fuck,” He’s already seen the text, whatever it is, so it’s no use, but Dean bristles anyway. It’s not like Cas would’ve sent him anything actually embarrassing, right? What was the last thing they were talking about… the best roadside pancakes? Yeah, so, it couldn’t be anything weird. Well, it’s Cas, so it could always be something weird. But nothing incriminating. Hell, Sam’s accidentally opened a nude a girl sent him one time so it’s not like it could be worse than that. Not like Cas is sending him nudes. Dean cracks a grin at the thought of what a thirst trap would look like for Cas. Probably him in a, like, half unbuttoned button up laid out in a library chair. Maybe a book in hand. An angel blade. The weapon! Not-

“He just- he just wanted to update you on where he is in Gilligan’s Island.” There’s a laugh in Sam’s voice, and Dean wants to know why. Probably just the way Cas described it, he always finds this certain way of saying things that’s just… kinda endearing and kinda confusing.

“He’s watching without me? Son of a bitch!” 

Sam smirks. “Yeah, he and Jack. Jack finished Pirates of the Carribean and he wanted more island stuff.”

Dean shakes his head. “Motherfuckers…”

Sam rolls his eyes. “You want me to text him back for you?”

Dean rolls his shoulders out. “It’s fine, I’ll just do it at the next stop.”

They pull into the next gas station and Dean doesn’t look at his phone again until he’s hidden. 

---

Because Sam is a nosy bitch, he asks. Well that, and he’s really tired of the car ride taking twice as long with all the stops they’re making. Dean’s usually a ‘pee in a bottle and don’t pitch a fit’ kind of driver, himself included (Sam’s scarred for life at this point), but now? It’s like they’re traveling with a six year old kid, stopping every hour.

The third stop in Oklahoma alone, he stops Dean. “Okay, do we need to go to the hospital?”

Dean quirks his eyebrows and frowns. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

He’s got a clue what they’re talking about.

Sam bitches with his whole face. “We’ve been stopping every four fucking feet for days now, so you’re either dying and we need to go to the ER and get an endoscopy, or-

“An endoscope who?”

Sam doesn’t take the bait. Shocker. “Dean.”

Dean rolls his eyes and tries to bypass him. Sam is smarter than he looks. They grab his phone. “Sammy!” This time the word’s annoyed, a warning. Like he used to say right before he really viciously wrestled Sam to the ground and pried the last cookie out of his delicate little hands when they were kids.

Unfortunately, Sam has a height and reach advantage. He holds the phone up and Dean doesn’t have a chance unless- Dean punches him in the stomach. Sam makes a winded noise but manages to keep his arm raised. He glares harder. “You’re gonna talk to me, or you’re not getting this back.”

God, they’re a bitch. “Fine, fuck you. I’ll shit the old fashioned way.” Dean saunters off to the horrifically artificial lights of the gas station, a middle finger waving back just for his little bro. 

 When he gets back, Sam’s looking much more compassionate. It’s worse. “Dean, why are you so obsessed with your phone? What’re you waiting on?”

Dean rolls his eyes and gets in his car, leaving Sam to follow him. “Don’t get your panties in a twist, dude, I’m just making sure I don’t miss any texts from Mom,” He jams the key into the ignition and steps on the gas. Sam’s door snaps the rest of the way shut with the sudden force and they yelp. “Oh, don’t be a drama queen.”

“You’re the dramatic one right now, Dean.” Sam raises his eyebrows, condescension dripping off his expression. “Did she say she’d text soon?”

“Nope.” Dean shrugs. “Just making sure. It’s kinda my fault she died and then came back to life in a world she didn’t understand; least I can do is pick up the damn phone.”

Sam sighs. “Dean, she’s not gonna freak out if you don’t answer right away. Unclench, man.”

“Unclench?” Dean’s hands tighten on the wheel. “Fuck off, Sam, I’m fine!”

There’s a tense silence. Dean finally starts to think he’s given up this stupid argument, but then Sam shifts in his seat. “She’s not Dad, Dean. She’s gonna come back.”

Dean bites the inside of his cheek. “Never said she was. And Dad always came back.”

“Dean-”

“Sam, just drop it, please-”

“I know how hard it is-” 

Dean’s harsh laugh cuts the car into silence again. Sam’s got that kicked puppy look on his face, Dean knows it, and he forces his shoulder to relax before talking. “Look, Sammy, I appreciate it and all but- you have no fucking clue what it’s like for your parent to just fucking… ignore you.”

“I grew up with Dad too, Dean. Hell, he lied to me until I was like 6, he ran out on both of us all the time; I never knew where he was, he never told me where he was going-”

“Yeah, well, he always picked up the phone for you, didn’t he?” Dean lets out a harsh breath and changes lanes just for something to do with his hands. 

“He’d stay out for weeks no matter how much I called-”

“Yeah, but he answered. He answered when you called, when you texted, to tell you when he’d be home or to tell you to fuck off and stop calling, but he’d answer.” Dean wipes at his eyebrow. He doesn’t care about this shit. He doesn’t fucking care. “Dad called me when he wanted to talk to me,” then Dean corrects himself “-when he wanted to tell me something. So excuse me… if I get a little antsy. But you- you don’t get it at all.” Dad and Mom, they both left him. Both ditched him as soon as they could and never looked back. Not until they needed him to hunt something. And he got it, he did. But just because he understood didn’t mean he wasn’t pissed. And just because he was pissed didn’t mean he didn’t want them to call. Expect them or hope them to text, just to check in. Something more than coordinates and a link to a news article. 

He wants someone to care about him. And fuck if that isn’t the saddest thing anybody’s ever heard. 

“Dean…” 

It’s been a full five minutes, and Dean’s been waiting for Sam to bring it back up again, to not let this stupid thing go. “What?” he says sullenly.

Sam holds the phone up so Dean can see the screen without taking his eyes totally off the road. It’s a video, and he sees Cas awkwardly holding the camera away from him, two heads of blonde hair behind him. Sam taps the play arrow. 

“Hello, Dean.” Jack waves behind him with his usual energy, and Cas looks incredibly fond. “I’m here with Jack and your mother-”

“Mary,” Mary corrects. She crosses her arms uncomfortably, but her expression is soft. 

“Mary.” Cas repeats. “I decided to invite her to come by before you and Sam got back- that is, if you’re still coming back today. Sam has been telling me that you’re not going as fast as usual, and while I do appreciate you finally gaining some self-preservation-”

Dean rolls his eyes at the smiling jab. 

“- I do hope you’ll get back tonight. Mary has requested we order pizza and chicken wings, and I got the kind you like- the Mango Habenero, but-”

“No promises they’ll be here tomorrow!” Mary calls out jokingly. Sam’s grinning behind the phone now. 

“Hurry home! I miss you!” Jack adds sincerely.

The camera turns back toward Cas fully for a moment, and he holds it way too close to his face. “Yes. I- We- just stay safe. And stop worrying. And iHop is superior to Waffle House.”

There’s a rustling noise and then the video cuts off. Sam is grinning smugly from the passenger seat. Dean raises his eyebrows. “So you’ve been updating Cas about me?”

Sam shrugs. “We snapchat.”

“You what?”

“I send him pictures of you when you’re looking really constipated.” Sam clarifies unhelpfully. “Cas and I like to think up reasons for why you’re mad this time- avocado toast, streaks on the windshield when you try to wipe it at the gas station, that one piece of hair that does the weird-”

“Okay, okay, I get it!” Dean snaps. “Wait, what about my hair?”

Sam laughs. “Just drive, Dean. For the wings.”

Dean frowns and pushes Baby faster. Well… now he doesn’t have to stop so much.

He makes Sam pee in a bottle next time he has to go.

[sylvanfreckles]

Laughter (Comfortember 2021)

By Love Overcome

After the terrible ritual that made him human, Castiel is trying to adjust to life in the bunker. Thankfully, he has his friends and family to help along the way.

(This is a direct sequel to By Grace Undone from Whumptober 2021. You can click here to read that one, or here to read the rest of By Love Overcome)

Chapter Fourteen: Cas has had precious little to laugh about since he returned to the Winchesters. Dean's looking to change that.

Warning: Dad jokes ahead

Whistling, Dean made his way to the TV room (all right, so Sam was refusing to call it the Dean Cave, and Cas and Eileen were on his side...he got no respect in this family) to check in on Cas, who was having some kind of nerdy chick flick day with Sam. He poked his head in the door to see the other two cozied up on the couch covered with a pile of fleece blankets. On the screen, Julie Andrews was accepting a stack of dark-colored fabric and talking about making playclothes for the Von Trapp children.

“Sammy,” Dean began, but his brother shot up a hand to interrupt him.

“Shut up, it's a classic.”

Dean sighed. “Right.” Cas had his knees pulled up to his chest, chin resting on them, eyes fixed on the screen. And, well, a story of an outsider rebelling against the strict order of a household and improving their lives...yeah, he could see how Cas could get into this kind of story.

But he couldn't just walk away.

“You know, they keep remaking all these old movies,” Dean commented, sitting on the edge of the couch nearest Cas.

“Yeah, they made one with Carrie Underwood,” Sam interrupted. “Not as good as the original.”

They did? Well, not like he kept up with musical theater. Much. “No, no they're doing some animated version of this. All the characters are gonna be cows.”

Sam heaved out a heavy sigh, but Cas blinked up at him in confusion. “Cows?”

Dean winked. “Yeah, you know. Sound of Moo-sic.”

At that, his brother let out heavy groan and threw a pillow at Dean, who neatly dodged it while laughing.

Then there was another, unexpected sound.

Cas snorted.

It wasn't a full-blown laugh, but after months of sickness and weakness there'd been precious little to make the ex-angel smile. Yet here he was, cracking up over Dean's lame pun.

Sam was horrified. “No. Cas, you can't laugh. He'll never stop.”

“Too late, bitch,” Dean snapped his fingers and pointed at Sam. “Oh, it is on now!”

…

He waited. He gave them the rest of the day for their little musical marathon and let them both settle in at the table for dinner (they were eating at one of the library tables, where the chairs were more supportive and comfortable for Cas).

“So, I talked to Jody,” Dean began.

“Yeah? Are the girls enjoying the time with Eileen?”

“Oh, yeah, they're fine,” he replied. He continued quickly before Sam could ask any more questions, staring down at his plate while he talked. “She's just having some problems with her yard and wanted to ask me for help.”

“With her yard.”

He didn't need to look up to know Sam was giving him the look. He could practically feel all the gears turning in that ridiculous floppy-haired head. Dean darted a glance up at his brother, then pretended to be focused on the chicken and dumplings he'd made for dinner.

“What help does Jody need with her yard, and why would she call you?”

“Oh, that...turns out it's in love.”

Sam's fork dropped to the table with a clatter. Dean looked up to see Cas staring at him curiously, while Sam was mopping up some spilled sauce. “Yeah, it's in love with her next-door neighbor's yard. I told her not to worry about it. These things have a tendency to work themselves out.”

“What the hell?” Sam had abandoned his plate to stare at Dean. “Her yard is in love...with the yard next door?”

“Well, yeah, but it's nothing to worry about.” He shot another look at Cas and couldn't quite keep the grin off his face. “I mean it probably won't last, it's a lawn-distance relationship.”

Sam's inarticulate grumble of frustration couldn't quite drown out Cas's soft chuckle. Dean's grin widened, and he toasted his friend with a forkful of dumpling.

…

“...so I was thinking we could plan a trip to the arboretum, when the weather gets warmer,” Sam was saying. He'd been trying to help Cas plan some things to look forward to for when he was feeling better. They had a list of zoos about a mile long (OtterCam had been such a big hit that Cas now had a tablet with easy links to whatever nature camera he wanted to watch), and Dean had been seeing a disturbing amount of museum pamphlets in their mail these days.

“To see trees?” Cas leaned forward to look at Sam's laptop. He was tucked up in bed over a bad flare-up earlier in the day, and the brothers were in his room to keep him company. Sam was bringing up all the things they could do when Cas was feeling better (and he would get better, he just had to give himself more time), while Dean was mostly making smart-ass comments and trying to get a rare smile (or rarer laugh) out of Cas.

“They have trees from all over the world,” Sam explained. “See, this one's more like a botanical garden. There are all kinds of plants, not just trees.”

“I don't trust trees,” Dean announced. Sam shared a bewildered look with Cas, then stared at Dean.

“You don't trust trees.”

“Nope.” Dean shook his head. He leaned back in the chair casually, crossing one leg over the other. “They're too shady.”

Sam let out another long groan, and Cas gave Dean a tired smile (which was as good as a laugh, in his exhausted state).

“Dean, you have to stop! This is getting out of hand!”

…

He wasn't anywhere near done. Dean had enough bad jokes to ruin every conversation Sam and Cas had, and he was getting closer and closer to getting a genuine laugh out of Cas. A few days into his plan and Sam was practically throwing him out of the room any time he opened his mouth, but Cas was obviously enjoying it. That was really all that counted.

They usually ate dinner in Cas's room or the TV room, except the odd day when he felt strong enough to want to eat at the table. Tonight they were in the TV room having something simple—grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup.

Cas only had half a sandwich and a mug of soup, which was still probably more than he'd be able to eat in one sitting. He stared down at the sandwich on his plate for a while, before slowly lifting his head to stare at Dean.

“What? Something wrong?” Dean leaned forward, abandoning his own plate on the couch beside him. “Are you okay?”

He nodded, but held the plate up for Dean to see. “What did one plate say to the other?”

Dean blinked. “Huh?”

“Dinner's on me.” With that, Cas picked the sandwich up and took a bite out of it. Dean stared at him for a second, then threw his head back with a hearty laugh. Sam was protesting, complaining that Dean had ruined Cas's sense of humor forever now. Dean didn't care.

As far as he was concerned, that was the funniest damn joke he'd ever heard.

(Told you I'd come back to this!)

[thekillingjoke-haha]

Prime Time,Bitch!

Tagged: @spnquotebingo the keep reading function is messing up for me

Sam said he was locked up tight in the dungeon. He was never locked in with her. She was locked in with him. The hunter becomes the hunted with no where to run.

Warning: Mature Language,Blood,Gore,Character Death?

-"Thoughts"- (they are red for those who can see)"Quotes" 'Reading'

"I'll be right back. This demon side is fighting to stay in control. I just need a few more pints of blood." Sam said as he slung a bag on his shoulder. "Yeah I got it get some food to!" Y/n said with a smile as she walked him to the impala. The roar of the engine rumbled as she waved him off going back inside what she didn't know was Dean knew that Sam just left and a chilling smile grew on his face.

Y/n popped popcorn as she sat in her room a horror movies playing as she got comfortable. A scream came from the movie drowning out the sound of the dungeon door opening up. The youngest Winchester laughed as a girl tripped over nothing her and Dean always make fun of them they had no real reason to hit the ground so they should get right up. This made her slightly sad. Was Sam going to fix Dean or was it already to late for him? Shaking off the thought the killer was about to crush the women's skull when the power cut out,but the red emergency lights didn't cut on yet which was weird. "God damnit." She grumbled getting up and grabbed a flashlight and went to the breaker to fix it walking right past the open door. Flipping the switch the normal lights don't turn on only the red ones and she turned around to get her phone to call Sam when she dropped her flashlight. Y/n gazed at the empty chair in the center of a devils trap she took off running to her room,but paused he knew she would run there for her phone and Dean or the demon he's become won't let her get help. She changed course to Sam's panic room to hide.

"Oh N/n where are you? I miss my little sister don't you miss me?" A metal sound of something dragging on the floor made her tense. Thinking of all possible things it could be of how she's going to die.–'It could be a bat,but we don't have any metal ones in the bunker. Maybe a sledgehammer,but that would have ment he when into the garage and the power going out would have locked everything.''– Her eyes widen as she released what it was he must have been carrying around she was sharpening it with the rest of the blades earlier that day."Have you figured it out yet? I know how you think when a horror movie is playing you see ever scenario before the movie can catch up. No wonder Sammy says you cheat at Clue!" Dean laughed as he seemed to wander to each room. The sound of wood splitting as he yelled "Here's Johnny!!!" It seemed so much worse that Dean was the evil this time a normal demon would know her so personally this seemed almost cruel him quoting films they watched together. "What to clichés? I admit the axe is old school."

The panic room the size of a cubbie it was so small,but just big enough I could calm down and think properly. Looking up another version of myself sat in front of me...my conscience. I could speak,but she could she's in my head after all. –"You can't run. There's nowhere to go doors locked down the moment the lights went."– I saw a illusion of myself running through the halls just to hit a corner and get a axe to the chest before it faded away. –"Can't go for your phone or your laptop he probably broke it the moment he noticed you weren't in your room."– I saw myself creep into my room just to see a shattered phone and my laptop with a cracked screen buffering to open instant messenger to text Sam. The laptop was slammed shut on my fingers causing some to break and get sliced by the glass looking up the sick grin of the Demon caught my eye before the axe ended that path. –"The burner. The one in your dresser Dean doesn't know about it so neither would the demon.Get it and get back here as quickly as possible. "– It was settled call for help. Listening for any foot steps I creep out of the hiding space a faint whistle going off down one of the many halls way from my room. Sneaking down the hallway staying low I get to my room where the door is torn to shreds as I open my drawer and fish out the phone. Going back down the hallway I get back to Sam's room and immediately call him.

"This call has been forwarded to a automatic voice message at the tone ples–" Hanging up I call again and again with no answer. At this point help was no longer a option. The whistling seemed to get closer and I rushed to the panic room until I paused. –"A enclosed space in a closet. There's not much space to move around if he finds you there your done for."– I back away slightly. –"Behind the door offers a easy place to hide and get out,but if he does the same to Sammy's door he did to yours it's not much of a hiding spot then."– A axe goes through the door creating a massive hole and Dean peaks inside and sees the white of you tank top in your (f/n) flannel. The door was whole again as I looked around the sound of metal getting louder running out of time. –"Under the bed allows you to see him without him seeing you,but like the panic cubbie not a lot of wiggle room if he hears you your done."– It was too late running to the metal door of the panic room she slams it shut not to loud to sound like she's trying to hide it,but just loud enough for the demon to register it. Sealing it shut I slip under the bed and wait for the time to get out and hopefully find a weapon.

Boots walked into the room turning to the closed closet. "Oh N/n!~ There's only so many places to hide in such a small room. Did you really think I wouldn't hear that heavy ass door close?" He chuckled darkly as he opened the closet and went to the small door. Dean tried turning the wheel to unsealed it,but it seemed to dawn on him that it could only be opened from the inside. With a huff anger he began pulling the brick of the wall started to bend outwards and crack. I was glad I wasn't in there. Going to slip out from under the bed while he's distracted the burner phone rang its annoying ringtone. Not even bothering to stop it I rush to get out faster,but a firm grip caught my ankle and dragged me out. Turning onto my back Dean stood their his apple green eyes staring at me. "Found you." He lifted up the axe having let go of my ankle lifting up my feet I put as much strength as possible into kicking his stomach. The demon was knocked back into the closest hitting the ground. Unfortunately axe still in hand. Stanfing up I ran leaving the phone behind. -"Sam took Baby so the trunk armory is out of the question. The garage has so pretty handy tools too bad that it was sealed along with the front and only entrance. Kitchen has knifes none that can hurt him,but just enough to slow him down. Library demon blade was in there last you checked,but Sam could have grabbed and put it on a high shelf."– Too many options and the kitchen was closer so that was the first stop grabbing a knife I held it tightly as a stalked slowly to the Library to see if there were any supernatural weapons.

The library was dark and the red lighting barely lit up the large room. "Would you like to play a game?" Dean mocked in a deep voice as he went around the bunker his voice echoing no real pinpointing where he is. I can't call Sam and prying to Cas hasn't worked meaning Dean made angel banishing symbols in most of the rooms. Y/n was getting desprit the bunkers massive size most of it was unexplored by them so being lost in a underground maze b wasn't the best option. "Are you scared yet Y/n? Well be afraid. Be very afraid. I'm what goes bump in the night sweetheart! Never thought the Winchester’s downfall will be by the hands of the oldest. What a twist!!! Right?" Dean yelled turning to the table I saw the supplies I cleaned with,but the weapons were gone and a note was left on in their place. 'Hey Y/n I put the weapons back into the trunk for tomorrow's hunt so you wouldn't have to...you're welcome and your blade was just sitting on the table so I put it up. ~Love Sam' I wanted to cry oh chuck nothing can save me in this buncker Bobby was sending us gallons of holy water next week because we were low...all rooms were demon proof,but he seemed to be a exception now,so no calling Crowley either.

Turning around the library doors open and I duck behind one of the many shelves. "Welcome to my nightmare!~" He said with a chuckle that bounced from every wall. Dean knocked down books and destroyed anything in his way while he looked around. Crawling on the ground I go to leave when the sound of something whooshing in the arm made me drop like a bag of rocks. The axe meet the shelf and I gazed at the red illuminated face of my brother eyes now black and demented. Laughter bubbled out of his chest as he mumbled. "Carful dear wouldn't want to lose you head." Yanking the axe free many books tumbled down. Taking the kitchen knife in hand I slash his calf and go for his thigh when the knife is flung out of my hands. "You little bitch!!!" He hissed now holding the knife and showing it into my stomach. A silent cry came from my lips bot to give him the satisfaction of my screams just yet. I look up at him and just past his head where I couldn't normally reach was the handle of my blade peeking over the shelf.

I begin to giggle and it turns into fits of laughter. Black eyes flicker back to confused green ones. "What's so funny?" I catch my breath as I lean up slightly. "You picked the wrong place to corner me. Wanna play?" Grabbing his knee and pulling it buckled under him causing Dean to hit the shelf letting the blade fall freely. Reaching out I catch it "Let’s play." Stabbing upward into his stomach the same place the knife was lodged in my own stomach. He howled in pain as I removed the blade and ran keeping pressure on the knife wound as I turned corners just to get away. -'He played with your head play with his. The intercomes...a good distraction can lead him away and let you get the jump.'- I hurry to the intercoms not before making a pit stop.

Demon!Dean POV

I growl at the wound on my body the little shit stabbed me. This makes killing her so much easier then she can be just like me. Grabbing the axe I stomp through the bunker. "What a excellent day for an exorcism." Her voice sounded through the speakers now I know were she is. "Would you like that?" I said aloud with a grin. "Intensely." Y/n said trying to make her voice horse before the clipping sound of the intercom stopping rang out before being replaced with a creepy melody that always scared her. "There was a crooked man. He walked a crooked mile he had a crooked six pence upon a crooked stile." It went on with childish like tones until it got further in the song it was so god damn loud though. "The crooked man stepped forth and... rang the crooked bell and thus his crooked soul... spiraled into a crooked hell.Murdered his crooked family... and laughed a crooked laugh." My ear drums almost burst at the loud deep voiced scream ears still ringing I didn't register the blade being driving into my sholder flinging her back I turn around as she's running down the narrow hallway taking the axe with both hands throw it straight and the axe hit her almost dead center in the spine. The audio cut off after the song and I stood over her. Y/n had her face turned coughing up blood I definitely hit her lung. "Thanks for catching it for me." I smile as I heavily put my foot on the small of her back pulling the axe out. She screamed out it was mildly gurgle from the blood. Turning her over my little sisters eyes shined with unshed tears. "Oh,no tears,please. It's a waste of good suffering." I said with a small whipping the few that slipped by she whimpered Sam's name and I grew frustrated. Lifting the axe again. "Looks like you couldn't make the cut,N/n. Just another extra that stuck around for too long." Dropping the axe down it went into her chest the creaking of her collar bone and sternum were whispers compared to the blood curdling cry. They soon died out as her skin paled and her breathing stopped she'llmake a strong demon. "See you soon." Taking the axe out I begin to drag her body.

The lights in the bunker cut back on meaning Sammy was home. Having placed her perfectly in the chair I was tied to I wait until he finds her standing next to the door. "Y/n?! Y/n!?" He yelled most likely having gone to her room rushing the the dungeon his heavy foot steps abruptly stopped. "Oh God! Y/n come on!" The moose of a man rushed in the room cradling her face in his hand. "You were too late, Sammy. She called your name before she went,but I guess five missed calls wasn't enough for you to rush home. N/n fought for so long waiting it out just for you to never show." I said closing the door as he turned to me standing infront of her corpse. "You didn't make things easy on her. I mean you took all the weapons and put the only thing to defend herself on the top shelf...like keeping the cookie jar way from a child. In some way you killed her before I could." Lifting the demon blade that had his own blood on it. I stalked towards him cornering him in the room. "Sure you won't give me a good chase,but woah she wore me out." Holding the blade to his throat when a gun shot fired and a sting hit my arm causing me to drop the knife.

Y/n stood colt in her left hand the axe keeping her up in her left. "Demons always so sure that what's dead is dead and can't be undead. Ever heard of a pulse jackass. " so distracted that she was alive Sam was able to restrain and she held a handful of bags of blood. "Let's get this over with." She bagan to inject me and I felt myself become mire human and I started thrashing hard. With the last vile in hand she looked into my eyes. "You should be dead." I hissed as she pushed the needle in. "Sorry. I'm into survival."

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A/n This is the last one in round one of the Spnquotebingo and I ended with a dozen quotes.

Title: "Prime Time,Bitch!" Nightmare on Elm Street 3: Dream Warriors

"Here's Johnny!" -The shinning

"Would you like to play a game?" - Saw

"...be afraid. Be very afraid"- The fly

"Welcome to my nightmare."- Nightmare on Elm Street

"..lose your head." Alice in Wonderland

"Wanna play?"- Child's Play

"What a excellent day for an exorcism...Would you like that?....Intensely." - The Exorcist

"There was a crooked man. He walked a crooked mile he had a crooked six pence upon a crooked stile." It went on with childish like tones until it got further in the song it was so god damn loud though. "The crooked man stepped forth and... rang the crooked bell and thus his crooked soul... spiraled into a crooked hell.Murdered his crooked family... and laughed a crooked laugh." - The Conjuring 2

"Oh,no tears,please. It's a waste of good suffering." - Hellraiser

"See you soon." - Coraline

"She called your name before she went,but I guess..." -Hadestown

"...what's dead is dead and can not me undead." -Jacksepticeye (DBD playthrough)

"I'm into survival." ‐Nightmare on Elm Street

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Dean Winchester x Reader

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The Deal S2 E2: Series Masterlist

Summary: The reader copes with her return while Jody tries to get a hold of the boys. Cas deals with what Lucifer did while possessing him. 

Notes: Here’s the next part in Chapter Two of the Deal Anthology! I hope you guys enjoy it. This one feels a little like a filler, but I’m really excited for the next part. 

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He couldn’t stop looking. After everything that happened- all of the pain and the anguish, all of it his fault- he couldn’t stop looking. He had to find Lucifer and he had to put him back in hell. He owed you that. 

Driving down the road in his stolen truck, Cas’ eyes fell on the passenger seat. He frowned. That drive to St. Louis didn’t seem so long ago anymore. Sam and Dean’s cries as they watched the hellhound tear you apart were still fresh in his mind. He had turned away. At the time, he thought it's what you would have wanted. For him to have his final memory of you be one of your smiling face, content with the family you had found. Now he felt like he had turned his back on you. Now he was cursed to see your screaming face forever. 

He had to find Lucifer. 

Cas glanced down at his cellphone and sighed. Multiple missed calls and unopened messages from Dean filled his screen. He couldn’t face them. Not until he found the Devil.

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One Week Ago

The police officer that found you had found some clothes that were two sizes too big but you took them gratefully nonetheless. You were sitting at her desk, staring blankly at a photo beside her computer. Her big happy family smiled over a picnic table on a beautiful sunny day. You wanted to put your fist through it. 

“Alright sweetheart, I’ve got someone on their way to pick you up.” The officer gave you a small smile. 

“Did you find Dean?” 

“Not exactly.” She pulled up a seat across from you. “It’s a good thing I was the one that found you. I don’t know much about those Winchesters, but I know that if any other cop in this joint put them through the system, they’d probably take you in for questioning. Fortunately for you, I have a friend up North that told me to give her a call if I ever heard the names Sam or Dean Winchester.”

“Look, I appreciate your help, but I can’t stay here.” You stood up, but she blocked your path. 

“Well you’re certainly not going out there on your own.” Her expression was caring, but stern. “I don’t know what happened to you, honey, but I know that going out alone will only make things worse for you.” 

“Believe me, I can handle myself.” Nothing in this woman’s imagination could even remotely describe everything that had happened to you. Still, the officer stood her ground.

“Right now you’ve got two choices. You can either stay here and one of the other officers will take you to a hospital, or you can come with me and we can meet Jody half-way.” 

“Wait… Jody?” Your face softened, the idea of seeing a familiar face warming your cool exterior. 

“Yeah, Sheriff Jody Mills up in Sioux Falls.” She put her hands on her hips. “Do you know her?” 

Jody, even though she wasn’t much older, was like a mother to you. She helped you and boys out when you needed and had saved your life on more than one occasion. You pictured being enveloped in one of her hugs and a small smile crept onto your face. 

“I used to.” 

“Then let's get moving. We can get you something to eat on the way there.” The officer grabbed her keys and started towards the parking lot. As you followed her, something caught your eye. Your face reflected back at you in the glass of the window and a moment of panic nearly took you off your feet. Your eyes were black. 

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Now

You could tell that Jody had been walking on eggshells for the past week. After everything that was going on, you couldn’t really blame her. When she saw you the first time, she tried to kill you, thinking you were a shapeshifter or some other kind of monster. When she realized that it was really you, she was speechless for the entire ride back to Sioux Falls. 

Jody had been trying to get a hold of Dean for the past couple of days, but to no avail. The longer you waited, the more and more you debated running away in the middle of the night. Could you face him? Jody said that you’d been ‘dead’ for three years. A lot had changed. You knew that you were his Y/N anymore. Maybe he wasn’t your Dean. 

“Coffee?” Jody offered, holding a mug in front of you. 

“Thanks.” You took the warm ceramic mug and held it between your palms. The heat spread across your skin as the smell wafted up to your nose. Who knew a cup of coffee could hold so many memories. Sitting across from Dean in the kitchen of the bunker or looking over a case with Sam in the middle of the night with only caffeine to keep you going. 

“I might be a little later at the station today. Do you think you’ll be okay here?” 

“I think I can handle a few more hours of daytime television and boxed mac and cheese, Jody.” You smirked. She shook her head with a light chuckle. 

“I have to say, I missed that snark of yours.” She finished her own coffee before putting on her coat. “Now you call if you need anything, okay? I’m going to try and get a hold of the boys again.” 

“Jody…” You started, but looking at her hopeful face, you couldn’t bring yourself to say anything. Of course she would think that reuniting everybody would solve everything. She didn’t know what was lurking under your skin. You put on a smile. “Have a great day.” She put a hand on top of yours.

“You too, sweetie.” 

She glanced back at you with a flash of concern before the front door closed behind her. 

“I thought she’d never leave.” The voice made you jump out of your seat, the coffee mug sent shattering on the floor. A woman walked in from the hallway with a smug smile on her face. You lunged across the table, reaching for a knife from the counter. She grabbed your arm and pinned it to the table. With a single blink, her eyes turned jet black. “Boo.”

“Lavina.” You gasped, trying to yank your arm away. 

“Aw, you missed me.” She laughed, raking her nails across the back of your hand just deep enough to break the skin. “So how’s my little protégé doing back up top?” 

“How are you here?” She let you go and you examined the scratches. 

“What? You think the security in Hell is really the top priority right now?” She wandered around the kitchen, picking up the knife you had been reaching for and twisted it back and forth in the light. “Don’t worry, I’m not here to kill you. That’d be too easy.”

“Then what do you want?” 

“I’m just checking in to see how you’re holding up.” Lavina flipped on the radio and laughed at the tune. It was just the last few seconds, but it still sent a chill up your spine. 

“You know that you’re the only one to say okay. But you’re motorin’ yeah motorin’.” 

“I remember this one.” Lavina smirked. “Didn’t this used to be you and dreamboat Dean’s song?” 

“Shut up.” 

“What? Aren’t you excited to see your sweetie-pie Winchester again?” She read the fear behind your glowering eyes and chuckled. “Or maybe you don’t want to see him. Maybe you know.” 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about you black-eyed bitch.” 

“Maybe you know that whatever soul you’ve got walking around in that meat suit isn’t all you anymore.” The song on the radio ended and you recognized the next song as Bad Company. “Man, this station is on fire this morning! There’s no worse company than yourself when you’ve become what you have.” 

You tried to block out her words, but you knew that she was right. So you turned away so she wouldn’t have the satisfaction of seeing your fear. Your fists clenched at your sides. 

“Get out.”

“Sooner or later, you’ll be begging to come back to me. Begging to finally tear all of those souls apart. Begging to embrace what you really are. Let’s just hope you realize it before your precious Dean gets hurt.”

Bad, bad company til the day I die

With an angered scream, you grabbed a plate and hurled at Lavina’s head. She caught it and held it out in front of her. Clicking her tongue, she let it fall to the floor. The sound of the ceramic shattering made you jump. 

“Don’t worry. You’ll know how to find me.” The pieces cracked under her boots as she walked across the kitchen and vanished down the hall. 

You were shaking- from rage or from terror, you didn’t know. The image of your reflection back at the police station had been haunting your thoughts ever since. You had yet to look into another mirror out of fear of what you’d see. Lavina was right. Whatever Amara had brought back, it wasn’t you. 

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Sam was surprised when Jody told him to meet her at the station rather than at her house. Maybe Dean was right. Something just felt off about this whole thing. Dean’s whole body was tense, his eyes scanning every part of the room, expecting to see a monster ready to pounce. 

“There you boys are.” Jody let out an exasperated sigh and pulled both Winchesters into a hug. Both could tell how freaked she was. Sam pushed back and put his hands on her shoulders. 

“Jody, what’s going on? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. There’s just… there’s a different problem back at my house.”

“Is something wrong with Alex? Or Claire?” 

“No, no. It isn’t them. Alex has been taking a nursing course in Rapid for the past two weeks and god knows where Claire is.” She ushered them into her office and closed the door. “No, this is… weirder. It’d be best for you guys to just see for yourselves, but I wanted to prep you first.” 

“Prep us for what?” Dean asked, that deep feeling in his gut returning. Jody looked at him with sympathetic eyes. 

“For what you’re going to see.” 

“Jody, what are you talking about?”

“I can’t explain it. I don’t know what happened. One minute I’m dealing with a couple of pot-smoking kids and the next I’m getting a call from a friend of mine saying that…” She took a deep breath to keep from rambling. “Like I said, it’s better for you to just go and see her yourselves.” 

Sam and Dean exchanged a look and Dean’s forehead creased with confusion. 

“Her?” 

-

Cas stood alone, looking out on the vast lake before him. His search was getting him nowhere and nothing was helping with the visions. Everywhere he looked, he saw hands slick with your blood. Every car horn or singing bird was replaced by your screams. He was supposed to be your friend. Lucifer used that against him. 

“Cas, please I know you’re in there somewhere.” You cried, just earning another punch to the gut. 

“I’ve got to admit, you’re holding up a lot better than Dean ever did down here. Only took him 30 years to give in. It’s been, what, 300 for you?” He blew out a low whistle. “For a while, I liked having Crowley as my chew toy, but when I found out you were down here, man I just couldn’t resist.” He laughed as he ran his finger down your bloody arm. 

“Cas…” You pleaded, screaming when he drew a blade down your face, just missing your eye. Blood dripped from your temple, making it hard to see You were used to pain by now, but this was different. This was looking at the face of your friend and seeing only malice. 

“Lavina told you about good old Dean getting ganked by Metatron, right?” Cas’ gave you a fake pout. No, not Cas. Lucifer. “I mean, come on. Metatron? Of all the angels in heaven that’s the one that quote-unquote ‘Michael’s Sword’ bites the bullet for?” He laughed picking something up from the table. “I guess that’s not really the right expression, right? His death went a little more like this.” 

He shoved the angel blade deep into your chest and your mouth fell open, but no scream came out. He grabbed you by the hair and lifted you up so his lips were by your ear. 

“All of this- the suffering and the torture- was for nothing. You saved Dean only for him to die a few months later. You’re death meant nothing. You mean nothing.” When he let you go, you fell to the floor, held up only by the chains on your wrist. Your blank eyes stared back up at him. Not that it mattered. You’d be awake soon enough for him to start over. 

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When they got to Jody’s house, Dean had one hand on his pistol and the other clenched at his side. Sam stood up a little too straight, clearly on edge from whatever lay beyond that door. Jody turned the key and the three went inside. When Jody got to the kitchen, however, her face fell. 

“Damnit.” She muttered, pulling out her own weapon. The boys joined her, looking down at the shattered plate on the floor. Sam and Dean went to search other rooms in the house while she cautiously opened the back door and peaked out into the yard. With a sigh, she holstered her gun. “Out here, boys!” 

Sam was first, but he froze on the spot. He just stared, eyes wide and heart pounding. Dean had to push past him to get out the door. When he did, that feeling in his gut made him sick to his stomach. The last time he saw that face, it was being torn apart. 

You dropped the whiskey bottle into the grass and felt tears welling up in your eyes. He was finally here. 

“Dean…” You gasped, wanting to reach for him, but you couldn’t move. You were frozen under his glaring eyes. It wasn’t until his pistol was aimed at your head that you snapped out of it. 

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Darkwing Duck’s Greatest Enemy: Type 1 Diabetes (And Definitely Not Self Loathing)

Quick author's note: Launchpad switches between he/they throughout the fic, just so no one gets confused! If you have any questions abt diabetes, feel free to ask me. With that said, enjoy!

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So far, tonight has gone really well.

It's date night, and this time they're spending it eating takeout from Hamburger Hippo and watching Darkwing Duck at Launchpad's place. Wrappers lay on the floor, ignored in favor of watching Darkwing kick Megavolt’s ass on screen.

Drake is currently leaning into Launchpad's side on the couch, his partner’s arm wrapped around his waist. It all feels so cozy and domestic that he never wants it to end.

And then, because Drake must have seriously pissed off some powerful being in a past life, it happens.

Megavolt’s face becomes blurry, and it's a little harder to focus on the TV. A quick look around the room tells him that, actually, it's hard to focus on anything right now. He knows what this means; he's gotten better at picking up on the signs after twenty-eight years of living with a half-functioning pancreas.

His blood sugar’s starting to drop.

He tries to close his eyes and listen instead, but the shake of his hands quickly corrects him. He is dropping and he needs to find something to eat. Even though he just ate, like, an hour ago.

Dammit.

“Drake?”

He opens his eyes and notices that the episode is paused. He hadn't even realized, he was so caught up in his symptoms. The second thing he notices is Launchpad looking right at him.

He guesses that they felt his shaking because there's concern in their eyes now. A brief wave of guilt sweeps over him and he almost misses their question. “Is your blood sugar low?”

He finds it's a little hard to form words right now (and that scares him, it always does), so he nods his head slightly and hums.

“I'm gonna go get you a juice box.”

The arm wrapped around him vanishes as LP gets up. He helps him lay down on the couch, head pillowed on the armrest. He's still cold without his boyfriend, though, so Drake can't help the small whine that escapes him. God, he sounds pathetic.

Launchpad's eyes soften and they lean down to kiss his forehead. “I'll be right back, okay?”

A little embarrassed, Drake nods and watches the other duck head to his fridge. He closes his eyes again and almost sighs in relief as he's met with darkness. You can't lose your focus if there's nothing to focus on in the first place.

Did that even make sense? Whatever. His brain’s not working properly right now.

The sounds of his partner rummaging through the shelves fill the air. Drake is reminded of earlier when things felt so domestic between them. It's only been a couple of months since they started dating, but Launchpad already feels like the home he never had.

Drake doesn't know how he got so lucky; sometimes it all feels like a dream.

Launchpad leaving is his worst nightmare. He knows he's being a little dramatic, but his anxiety gets the better of him sometimes. He's too much, too expensive, too-

“Found it!” Footsteps pull Drake out of his thoughts and he cracks his eyes open. Launchpad already tore off the wrapping on the plastic straw and stuck it in the box. He holds it out now and places it near Drake's beak. “Drink this, okay?”

He moves the straw into his mouth with a hum and starts sucking the juice down, only stunned for a second at the chill. Fruit punch, his mind distantly informs him. It's his favorite flavor, but he's too focused on getting it into his system to really appreciate it right now.

When the juice box is thoroughly drained, he gives his boyfriend a small smile. He feels like he can talk without sounding like he's drunk now, so he says, “thanks, LP.”

“Anytime,” is the warm reply he receives. If Drake was of sound mind, he would kiss Launchpad breathless and maybe, maybe, utter those three little words that have grown harder to ignore as of late.

I love you.

The words are barely on the tip of his tongue even now. Yikes, his filter's pretty weak already. He tries to stuff the words down by chewing on the straw. Struggling with one of the disadvantages of diabetes is not his ideal confession scenario. Besides, it's way too soon to say that. Right? Right.

“Didn't think you kept juice boxes in your fridge,” he says instead. Not only is he trying to distract himself from his low brain feelings, he's genuinely curious. He doesn't recall seeing any juice boxes in LP’s fridge the last time he was here, and their favorite flavor is apple.

“Nah. Not for myself, at least.” They smile fondly at him. “I remembered that it's your favorite flavor, though, and I wanted to have something for whenever you went low over here.”

Wait.

Launchpad bought those for him? Specifically for him? And remembered his favorite flavor from a conversation they had three months ago when they asked Drake what he usually ate when his blood sugar went low?

That's...

“That's really sweet of you, LP. Thanks.” He says, because he's not really sure what to say. It's such a small act of kindness, something he's not used to, and he doesn't know how to deal with the sudden warmth in his chest.

He's too low for this. Feeling more intense emotions is a very frequent symptom of his when he's low, that's what this is. Yeah. Definitely.

His boyfriend's smile turns shy. “You don't have to thank me. Whatever helps you the most. Speaking of which, do you want me to bring your kit over here? I mean, obviously you feel low, but. Better to have an exact number, right?” Launchpad rambles, hand reaching to brush through the hair at the back of his neck.

That's a good point, actually. He has to be in the 40’s if he's feeling this bad. “Yes, please.”

Launchpad reaches to the side of his couch where Drake's bag is. Inside is his blood sugar kit (complete with a pricker, replaceable barrels, meter, test strips, insulin, and syringes), various small snacks in case he goes low when he's out, and a glucagon. He really hopes that last item is not going to be needed tonight.

He probably shouldn't have dropped the bag there, but he wanted to start their date. Can you really blame him?

The kit is found and placed onto the couch. Drake starts to reach for it, but suddenly there's a hand covering his.

“Can I check you, please?” He looks up and finds Launchpad staring at him. “I don't- if you don't want me to touch your stuff, I get it, but. You feel bad. So will you let me do it?”

You...want to help me? You don't want me to do this on my own?

“Sure. Just ask if you dunno what goes where, okay?” Drake says, thankful that his voice is somewhat steadier than his hands.

His partner nods and gets to work. They asked once how everything in the kit worked so Drake laid it all out and taught him. It felt nice having someone who wanted to listen to him talk about diabetes stuff.

He hears the test strip bottle close with a pop and the pricker calibrate with a ca-click. Just as Launchpad asks, he holds out a finger and lets his mind drift.

It's really not something he's used to, having someone around that he trusts will take care of him. For as long as he can remember, Drake could only rely on himself to get through whatever diabetic crisis he faced.

He was eight when he was diagnosed. At first, his parents did most of the hard work. He picked up on checking his blood sugar pretty quickly, but they would manage all his carb ratios and injections.

Then, they just sort of…stopped. Like they had only done it for him in the first place because he was too young to fully understand. By the time he was thirteen, he did pretty much everything on his own. So much so that more often than not on the tri-monthly visits to his endocrinologist, the car ride would be spent drilling his parents on what the past three months had been like.

Not that they ever told him they didn't care or want to care to his face. No, Drake had just picked up on it. But the night he overheard them talking about medical expenses was a particularly rude awakening.

He couldn't sleep for some reason and decided to watch some Darkwing Duck. He barely made it out of his bedroom when he heard voices.

“Why's everything gotta be so damn expensive!?”

Ah. His dad was looking at bills. So much for a DW marathon in peace and quiet. Drake had one foot back in his bedroom when he heard his mother reply.

“It doesn't really help that our current bank account looks like that, either…”

Forget going back to bed, his curiosity was peaked. He stayed still, straining to hear.

He wished he hadn't at what he heard next.

“Yeah, well, having a defective kid ain't cheap. Why couldn't you have had a normal one?”

To this day, he still remembers how his heart sank to his stomach.

Defective.

Defective.

Is that why they stopped helping? Why, at age sixteen, it was unspoken knowledge that Drake managed everything on his own? They didn't see a literal child in need, they saw a column of dollar signs. A black hole that sucked up all their cash and never gave it back.

His mom stayed quiet, and that hurt even more. She didn't care, either. Neither one of them did.

They were both selfish assholes that only cared about the alcohol they could've had stocked in their kitchen.

He cried himself to sleep that night, mourning the days when he could still trust his parents to take care of him and wishing he didn't have to live like this. If no one wanted to help him, he’d suck it up on his own. No one wanted to take care of him? Fine. Drake Mallard didn't need anyone else. He was better off on his own.

Those horrible feelings crash over him like a tidal wave now, twenty years later, and he doesn't know why they're here but he's overwhelmed by it all.

Why can't he just have a normal body? Why does his condition have to be so expensive and annoying and miserable sometimes? Why does he have to be so dependent on people when he tells himself that he’s better off working alone, when no one in his life has loved him enough to care anyway?

There's a price tag on his head (not just physical, because diabetes is a greedy little bitch), and it's only a matter of time until Launchpad figures this out. He won't want to stay up late to keep checking, to keep buying syringes or insulin or tests strips. He won't stay forever, and it's all Drake's fault, for getting so attached and having a broken, shitty body.

“Drake? Did I do something wrong?”

He blinks. There are tears in his eyes, a few of which have spilled down his cheeks.

“Uh,” his voice cracks. He wipes away the tears with his other hand. “No. N-no, you didn't do anything wrong. What were you doing?”

Launchpad cocks his head to the side and squints in concern. He knows there's more to Drake's answer, but he doesn't push yet. “I pricked your finger and put the blood in. You didn't even flinch, but I thought that was ‘cause you're used to this. Was there another reason?”

“I'm sorry.” And before Launchpad can start to ask for what? with his mouth already open, Drake rushes to say, “I'm sorry that out of all the people you could date, you got stuck with a chronically ill mess like me. You deserve a normal partner, and god you have no idea how badly I wish I was, but I'm not. I'll always be a burden and I know you won't want to stick around to deal with all the shit that comes with diabetes.

“Not that I don't want you to stay, please don't think that, but…” More tears fall and he brushes them aside, accidentally smearing blood on his feathers. “I’m not used to someone wanting to take care of me, and I don't want it to stop.”

He doesn't take his eyes off of Launchpad as he cries. If this were a cartoon, he would laugh at how quickly their expression changes. Confusion, concern, and realization flash across their face before their eyes soften again in concern.

“Baby,” they say, reaching out to cradle Drake's face. They gently wipe away the blood with their thumb, and Drake feels weak. Loving touches were something he was never given as a child, and it's taken some getting used to. It burns, unfamiliar and wonderful, every time Launchpad touches him. All he can do in this moment is lean into it and shut his eyes.

“Look at me, please?” He groans internally as he opens his eyes. Later, when his blood sugar isn't so low and he can properly think, he’ll recall the look on his boyfriend's face as determined. “I love you, so much. You're not a burden, and you never will be. Being with you is a new experience, sure, but it's a good one. It's not your fault your body's like this, and it doesn't make you any less amazing.

“Heck, if anything, it makes you even more so. You have to do more to stay healthy than most people, and you're really good at it! St. Canard is a better place with Darkwing Duck and Drake Mallard.” Launchpad leans in to kiss his forehead. “They were wrong, you're not unlovable.”

He's so gentle, so sweet, and it's all too much for Drake to wrap his mind around. Never mind the low, he's just heard what he's secretly always wanted to. He is good. He is loved. He...needs to know what his blood sugar actually was before he cries an entire ocean. One more thing, though.

“Uh,” seems like a good place to start as he scrambles to pick up the pieces of himself. He takes a shaky breath. “Thank you. Sorry I dumped all of that onto you, I don't know where it came from tonight, but. Thanks. I really needed that.”

LP still looks a little sad and it makes his heart hurt, but he bites down on his beak to avoid apologizing again. “No problem. Sometimes it just comes out of nowhere.” He strokes his cheek some more, and Drake sighs.

“This is nice and all, but,” his eyes dart to the meter still sitting in front of him. They got distracted for too long and now the little screen is dark. “Did you catch the number that showed up?”

“Buh?” Launchpad's eyes widen as he remembers what they were doing before. “Oh, dang it! Sorry! Do I need to do it again, or-”

Eh, they probably should, but Drake doesn't want to. It hasn't been too long anyways, maybe five minutes? He’ll be fine. “No, you're good, just press the button with the arrows. All the pricks get stored so you can look at them later.”

Any distress on their face is quickly replaced by a beaming smile. “Neat!” They do as Drake asked, and a number pops up: 46.

“Lovely,” Drake groans. “And I just ate. Maybe I just took too much insulin. Or am I getting sick? If I can't keep anything down in the next hour, I swear-”

LP snapping his fingers in his face pulls him away from his rambling. “Hello? Earth to Drake Mallard. I dunno what made you low, but we gotta fix it first. Would more juice work?”

Oh yeah. Hm, more juice or something else? Even though he feels exhausted, going to sleep is a bad idea. He's gotta stay up until he's back in range, so…

“Actually, do you have any Pep?” Launchpad tilts his head and furrows his brow as Drake explains. “Normally I wouldn't ask, but I think something with that much sugar would really help. Plus, the caffeine will keep me awake.”

They look less confused now, but their head remains tilted slightly. “There's not that much caffeine in Pep, though.”

“You forget I don't drink the regular Peps nearly as often as you do, LP.” The last time he actually had one was...ten years ago? They work great for treating a low quickly and that's the only time he ever cares to drink them. It's not worth the extra insulin or highs to try to look normal.

“Oh yeah! So you're not used to the sugar.” He nods. “Okay, be right back.” Launchpad takes about twenty seconds to get a Pep and come back to Drake. The tab's already open. “Uh, do you need to drink the whole thing right now?”

He really shouldn't, the juice is probably still processing. Still, it's very tempting to chug the entire thing just to put more sugar in his body. But he wants his blood sugar to be normal, not sky high. “No, I'll probably drink half of it right now. Thank you.” He takes the Pep and sips, blinking at the sheer amount of sugar flooding his taste buds.

The fact that most people drink enough of this stuff to where they hardly notice it boggles his mind. Not that the diet stuff is really healthier, but it's definitely a different taste.

Guess he's pulling a graveyard shift tonight. But at least he's with Launchpad.

(That's the other thing about drinking regular sodas; he gets really hyper. Last time, he couldn't fall asleep until exactly two am. Being tired but unable to sleep is the absolute worst feeling, and you can't change Drake's mind.)

Now that he can think a little more clearly, he realizes something.

“I can't drive like this,” he says. Driving with a low blood sugar is really dangerous, and not his usual kind. It's the kind of dangerous that could get himself, or someone else, or even both, killed. “And I'm definitely not walking home anytime soon, so. Guess our date’s been extended?”

Launchpad blinks at him, then claps his hands together and grins. “You're staying overnight! I mean, I wish it was under better circumstances, obviously, but. Yay!” He rocks on his heels before catching himself and looking away, a faint blush appearing on his face. “Anyways, is there anything else you need?”

Drake's about to reply not right now, thank you, but then he realizes something that's actually pretty important.

“Wait, since I'm staying here tonight, could I use your bathroom really quick? I, uh, need to take my binder off,” he admits. He’d forgotten it was even there until he remembered wait, you need to take that off before you go to sleep. He put it on about a half hour after he woke up, which was at noon, and it's midnight now so...oops. It's past time to take it off.

His boyfriend nods. “Yeah, no worries! Do what you gotta do. Wait.” His brow furrows. “You need me to help you over there?”

“I,” he falters. “Wouldn't mind it if you did.” The sugar's kicking in now, but he still doesn't trust himself. Given how clumsy he is? Better safe than sorry.

Launchpad holds his arms as he walks to the bathroom. He closes the door, Launchpad sitting in front of it just in case, and turns to the mirror. His shirt hits the floor, soon followed by his binder. A sigh of relief fills the air as he folds it. He hadn't realized how long he'd been wearing it. Tomorrow will have to be a skip day just to stay on the safe side.

(Hormones aren't a concern; he's not on them right now and is perfectly fine with that. The cost of that and insulin would be hard to juggle, anyways.)

He opens the door to find Launchpad staring at him, and he smiles shyly. “Hi.”

“Hi.” Launchpad smiles back, and holds out his hand. Drake takes it and pulls his boyfriend to his feet. They walk back to the couch together. “So, what are we doing? You can't go to sleep until your blood sugar's back up and we were in the middle of an episode of Darkwing Duck.”

“I like the way you think,” Drake teases. “So long as you check every now and then to make sure I haven't fallen asleep yet.” He sits down in his original spot.

“Whatever you need,” they reply, and sit down next to him. They wrap their around his waist and Drake leans into their side as he tries to find the remote. It occurs to him just then that there's still something he hasn't said yet. Something bigger than “thank you.”

He taps LP on the shoulder. They turn to look at him and oh no, he's already flustered. “I just. You said you, uh, loved me earlier and I wanted to say that, that I love you too.” His face is burning, and he got quieter at the end, but at least it’s out in the open now.

Launchpad’s eyes soften and he tilts his head close enough to kiss Drake. It's a quick peck, but sweet nonetheless. When he pulls away, he's smiling. “You're wonderful, you know that?”

Drake only blushes more and buries his face in Launchpad's chest. He can feel Launchpad chuckle and oh. Oh, that's really nice. He likes that a lot. He would stay right here, but the sounds of the Darkwing Duck episode are a siren song that never fails to lure him in.

They stay there, watching episode after episode and Launchpad checking in every so often. By the time Drake's blood sugar has gone back to normal, he stops watching and starts really thinking about the events of the night.

He doesn't have to do this on his own anymore. Someone actually wants to take care of him now.

He is loved. Really, truly loved. And he’ll never let Launchpad go.

[theobxhummingbird]

A helpless moment when you found me. -Luke Patterson x Reader.

Summary: It all starts with a few cups of orange juice, and ends with 1 liter of tears. Luke Patterson needs to find a way of winning her back into his life.

A/N: @beautifulblogsblog enjoy this little emotional Luke x Reader imagine, my very very emotional self put together. Thank you for suggesting this story. 🤗🤗

(GIF CREDIT TO OWNER)

It all started, when Sunset Curve started to get known by bigger audience. All the teenage girls were crazy over the four, cute boys; they even got called on TV to promote their album; sold t-shirts and played a few shows out of town. All in all, the bandmates succeeded in making it to the side of the buses, or on the lock screens of many phones.

Luke’s dream was to have his music, listened by many people around the world; and it worked, which had him talk about it for days. And it was all going well with him, until everything about his music career started to blind him. Bobby, Reggie and Alex were doing great, not too much dedicated into the music, well, not as much as Luke. It touched him so much, the need of his music being heard, as well as his name, that he even freshly made up from a fight with his mum. Emily and Mitch were understanding parents. At the beginning, they didn’t accept the idea of his 17-year-old son, playing in a rock band, but when they all sat down to talk about it, the wild waters calmed, and they were able to speak the same language.

 Luke, wasn’t only lucky to have two amazingly supportive and understanding people in his life, but one more, who always had the time to sit down and listen to what he had to let out of his heart. She, who was his first text in the morning, and last text at night; she, who was his few missed calls; she, who was the whole sunshine he could need in his life. She, who loved him with her entire heart; more than herself. He was thankful. He was so thankful, until she became the person that would wait for him to text first or call first, rather than bothering him. She became the place he’d come to, if he needed a person to tell all his matters to. But what she became, that caused her the entire pain in the world, was becoming the one who always waited for him at the table they reserved for their date.

And, together with his promise of never letting her hanging again, Y/N hopefully waited at the table. Her sixth ordered cup of orange juice, had the orange line at the bottom of the cup, letting the waiter know, she had finished another one. Other than a big vase of flowers, and empty eating supplies; that once used to be filled with delicious food, now there was nobody else at the table. She checked the time, and he was now four hours late.

The amount of respect and love Y/N had for Luke, kept her sat on that chair for four hours. And she wouldn’t have even moved, if it wasn’t for the waiter who let her know that there’s a couple that reserved the table after them. She managed to pay him for the drinks, and her trembling body made it out of the now, least favorite restaurant on her list of date places she and Luke went to; well if he came, they would’ve had a great time and she wouldn’t have to put it at the least favorites, just like the one he left her the last time.

With the second time of leaving her hanging, Y/N thought he’d learned from the mistake he made and they wouldn’t need to argue with each other. This---this was another disrespect for her, and God knew where he was. No text, nor calls appeared from him, and it made her more worried, than mad that night.

And like for every person, there’s times where unluckiness catches us in a trap. Suddenly, all that happens that day or night, is bad. It not only ruins our day/night, but it ruins our life and us in whole. It started to pour. Immediately, it soaked Y/N to her bones, and the only escape she had, was to run in those puddles that formed in the cracks of the pavement, and hide under and awning of a bar that was not too far from where she was. Y/N pulled the sides of her jacket towards each other, trying to warm herself, by blowing and rubbing her hands together. The bar seemed to still be opened, but she couldn’t really be sure because it was hard to see from the foggy window. She wiped away the fogginess with her elbow, revealing a surprising picture; one, she couldn’t really believe. Luke, Reggie, Alex and Bobby, all gathered around a girl. Her hair strands, were stuck to her face, and her face was traced with water lines, but not from the rain; she was now, fully in tears. As if four hundred knives were stabbed in her back, Y/N turned her back, and stepped out in the rain---after what she saw, there was nothing that could hurt her more.

She was a slave to the heartache, and it controlled her in every way. Y/N’s broken figure, entered the empty hallway of her home, but luckily her parents were asleep to even see her in that state. And it was for their and her best, even Luke’s, because they were very protective over their daughter. She didn’t even change into pajamas, neither did she dry her hair. The covers were pulled over her body, and she was fast asleep, getting the warmth, of her cold body and warm breathing.

Like others say though, the mother instinct is never wrong. She was fast awake when she heard the doors open. Tip toeing away from her sleeping husband, so he doesn’t argue about leaving their so in love daughter, to live her teenage love years, she slowly opened the door of Y/N’s room. She quietly gasped at the state she was in, and sat on her bed, feeling the soaked clothes she was sleeping in. And it wasn’t only from the rain, but now from the sweating that soaked her pillow. Y/N was shaking, and her cheeks were burning red.

-Wake up, wake up! -she shook her husband. He jumped out of bed, and followed her to their daughters room.

-Y/N. Y/N. Y/N. 

No answer. The next thing, her dad picked her up and rushed to the car in his pajamas, her mother following him. The car drove away from their house, and her dad was driving fast to the hospital. He carried her in his hands, until the medical staff took care of her. She was frozen and her lips were bruised. They put a breathing mask immediately, and her heart rate was very low.

It was a nightmare of a night for the Y/L/N family, and it scared Y/N’s parents, that her mother had to also be taken care of. Her dad got himself a cup of tea from the canteen and sat outside the hospital room, waiting for his wife and daughter to get better. And he waited, until the doctor called him to his office.

-Y/N hadn’t eaten properly for days, and stress reacted even more. Also, she got soaked, which completed the state she is in now. Your daughter needs to eat, Mr. Y/L/N and stay away from stress as much as possible. It’s not a joke, it’s a life we’re talking about; a life of a young person. Here’s the pills she needs to drink for her curing. She’ll be held in the hospital for two days, then we’ll release her home. 

Her dad bought the pills, as soon as he left the office. And the man wasn’t stupid, to not understand that the stress, might involve Luke as well. He didn’t call him though. If the boyfriend of her daughter, was wise enough to check up on his girlfriend, he would’ve called himself. So, he was back to waiting.

Luke on the other hand, was at home. Sweaty from the big performance he had to do that night. And, we would all blame him for leaving Y/N alone, but the reason behind him leaving her hanging, is heartwarming from one side for another person, but painful and risky for Y/N. He changed into clean, and dry clothes, and sat on his bed, to see what Y/N’s up to, and explain what happened, that he couldn’t even text, nor call her. No answer. He called her dad, her mum, but none of them answered. So, he went to bed thinking they’re all sleeping, though, something kept aching his heart, that he couldn’t close his eyes as soon as he placed his head on the pillow. He kept tossing and turning, but it didn’t work, until finally, he found the best position, and fell into a deep sleep.

Y/N’s mother woke up before her the next morning, and stayed listening to her daughter, repeating Luke’s name in her sleep. Though, she also didn’t want to call him, thinking the same way as her husband. Y/N didn’t still open her eyes, and as much as the doctors and nurses wanted to, and even tried waking her, she wasn’t waking up. Her mother now went to treat herself a cup of tea, after the night she had.

-Mrs. Y/L/N? -said a voice from behind her. She turned around with a confused expression, but it dropped when she saw Reggie; Luke’s bandmate, who she met once at a show the Y/L/N family went to, to support Luke.

-Hello Reggie. How are you?

-I’m great Mrs. Y/L/N, actually how are you, is there something wrong?

-Yes Reggie, there is. Y/N is going to be held here for two days. Yesterday she came home soaked, and got sick so we had to rush her to the hospital, because she couldn’t wake up.

-Ca-can I see her please? -his eyes were filled with tears and worry.

-Sure. Come with me. -she placed a hand on his shoulder and walked him to the hospital room. Unnoticeably, he sent and SMS to Luke, quickly sending away what happened to Y/N, hoping his friend will come to take care of his girl.

-Oh no, Y/N. -he said, taking a hold of her frozen hand.

After getting out of the shower, Luke finally looked at his messages, and it took him a second to slip his shoes on, and basically run to the hospital with his wet hair.

-Y/N Y/L/N! -he breathlessly said to the person at the register.

-Room 200. -she said, and he tapped the elevator button, but couldn’t wait for it, so he took the stairs. When he got to the hallway, where her parents were stood, his heart dropped at the scene. Both of them in pajamas still, with barely any sleep, because of him.

-Mrs. Y/L/N. -he said in tears. 

-Go Luke, go next to her. We’ll talk about it later. -she rubbed his back, and he wiped away his tears, and entered the room, where Reggie was waiting, who jumped up and left, so he could be next to Y/N.

-Oh, my beautiful girl. I’m so sorry, it’s my fault.-he brushed away some hair from her face, and trailed his hand down her cheek. He took a hold of both of her hands, kissing them many times, and grabbing the sheets of the bed, so he could quietly cry in them. A warm line was traced under his eyes, and it disappeared at the corner of his eye.

-Don’t cry. -her raspy voice, made it to his ears, as his head shot up.

-Oh Y/N, I’m so sorry-

-Don’t be Luke.-she turned her head to the window, where her parents were stood. She blinked as an approval of them entering the room. 

-Baby. -said her mother, and went to kiss her temple, followed by her dad. -How are you feeling?

-I’m feeling better. Can we go home now? -she lifted herself to sit up, but her mother pressed her down back on the bed.

-The doctor said two days. Tomorrow you’ll be home anyways.

-Fine then. Let’s follow what the doctor said, I guess. -she sent a sad smile towards her parents. They saw what the situation was, and left them alone, even though Y/N’s look begged them not to leave her alone with Luke.

-Can I explain myself? -he asked softly.

-Of course. -she positioned herself, so her back could rest against the pillow.

-We had to do this last minute show, Y/N. It was for a kid’s operation money for aboard, and they needed to be sent that night. They asked us, and we couldn’t say no to that poor family. For else, you know I wouldn’t repeat my mistakes.

-I’m glad the kid’s got operation money. Hope he’ll, heal as soon as possible.

-I’m so sorry, baby. -he said, wiping his tears away and rubbing his wet hands off his jeans, -I’ll leave you now, because it’s obvious you don’t want me here. I’ll come later again, love you so much princess.

She opened her mouth to talk, but Luke was out the door, and he stopped to look at her from the window, but she pretended as if she’s looking out the other window in the room.

-If you loved me, you could’ve at least stayed. I don’t want you to go. -she whispered through her tears. It was the most painful feeling of her life, listening to him say that she doesn’t want him. She wanted him. And it hurt her more and more, knowing he’d done something beautiful for another kid. But he sacrificed her life, and happiness. The part with the girl at the bar, stayed as a question mark in Y/N’s head.

Y/N’s dad had a talk with Luke, and when he explained everything that happened, he couldn’t only be on his side, rather as a father, he took Y/N’s side first, then giving the right to Luke. 

-The choices you make in a relationship, you make for you and your loved one. A relationship is led by two people, and whatever they decided, it should never affect only one person. I know how much you love my daughter, it’s all written in your eyes kid. But I love her more than any other guy could ever love her. She’s a part of my soul, and even if one fiber gets damaged of her, I’ll ruin this world. Make up with her, please, I don’t want to see you grieving for each other. You’re a great couple, and it’s really sad to see her alone in that room over there.

It stayed with him the whole day, those words by Y/N’s father. He sat on his bed, and the only thing that couldn’t make him so helpless was writing. He took his music notebook, and started writing what he felt towards the girl, who was now being begged to eat. It worked after a few tries, but she was able to put some proper food into her system. Alex, Reggie and even Bobby came to visit her. Though, there was a girl waiting at the door; the same girl from the bar.

-Who’s that over there? Why is she standing alone? 

-It’s my girlfriend, Rose. -said Bobby.

-Ah huh. -she said, a sigh of relief was supposed to follow, but instead her heart relaxed, knowing Bobby probably wanted the boys to meet her while they’re there. 

After they left, not too long after, Luke came as promised. This time, he really came, together with his guitar, and bags of fruit he bought.

-You parents said you can’t have any tough food, so I thought your favorite fruits are a great idea. -he left them on the table, and sat down next to Y/N’s bed.

-You came. -Y/N said, holding back a big smile. He looked really handsome, even though he didn’t even try to. It was what had her attracted to him the most at the moment.

-I came to sing you to sleep. -he said, and positioned his guitar. Y/N slipped down to her laying position, and patiently waited for him to start singing. When he did, she realized that the words are completely new, and unknown to her, which meant he wrote them freshly. And he did. He wrote her a song, about how he’s sorry and if he’d take back the time, he’d fix everything, but still remain the Luke she loves.

After he finished, Y/N applauded and rested her hand on a writing, carved onto his guitar.

-Why ‘Y/I’ (Y/I= your initials)? -she traced it with her fingers.

-For Y/N Y/L/N. My Y/N Y/L/N.-he smiled.

Y/N sat up and rested her back against her pillow, as few tears fell down her face, quickly wiping them away so Luke doesn’t notice. He still thought she was mad at him, with the right to be, so he nodded his head and sat up to leave the room, just like he did earlier, although this time, it wasn’t clear if he would come back again. Y/N swiftly lingered her fingers onto his, and it gave her life; his touch.

-I-I need you...Let’s make up. -she said and swallowed her tears. Luke slowly spun around and sat on the bed. She cupped his face and wiped away his tears, as he did the same, resting their foreheads on top of each other.

-I’m sorry Y/N. I’m sorry for doing the same mistake again. Please forgive me and give me the chance to make up to you. I love you so much,

-It’s fine Luke. It all was gone with another day. Let’s focus on the ones that are coming. I love you too, so much. And the song was beautiful, I can’t even explain to you.

-Yeah? Well, since we made up and sang a song, you must now eat at least one orange, okay?

-Okay fine. -she said lazily, and Luke managed to peel one for her. She made a sour face when she tasted it, and Luke placed a kiss to her lips, getting a taste of its bitterness and making a face as well, which made her laugh. For the first time since the day before, she managed to remember what laughing feel like. As well as crying, and going through pain, all because of the one boy, she loved with her entire life. Mutually getting the same love, from him; her Luke Patterson.

[olivia-anderson-fanfic]

A Miraculous TikTok Account

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It wasn’t until she was at work that Ladybug had seen the video.

Sure, she’d felt the familiar buzz of her phone in her pocket. She assumed it was telling her that one of her housemates had uploaded a video to TikTok, but she hadn’t thought much of it. It was Chat’s usual upload time. And, yeah, she definitely intended to watch Chat’s video at some point. It was bound to be some cute animal. But she was at work, so...

Then, to her surprise, her phone continued to buzz. Nino, probably, she didn’t know many other people she still talked to consistently and he had no reservations about double texting (or triple texting, or quadruple texting, or --).

She needed to hold off until she was done with her meeting with the Tsurugis. They were choosing their outfits for some kind of gala that Gabriel Agreste was going to be holding for the holidays.

(She gave very few clients the option of choosing between multiple designs, really. They were only going to choose one so the others would likely be scrapped, so she usually did one and then either took their critiques or went back to the designing phase… but the Tsurugis honestly kind of scared her so...)

As the two looked over their choices, she began to get curious.

She asked if she could take a call and, once they said that it would be alright, she slipped outside. She made sure she was a little bit away before leaning against the wall and pulling out her phone.

Obviously she wasn’t ACTUALLY going to call, it’s not the dark ages, but she did check her texts.

As she suspected, it was Nino.

Ninomorepuns: hey

Ninomorepuns: hey

Ninomorepuns: poppet

Ninomorepuns: hey poppet

Ninomorepuns: hey

Poppet: WHAT

Ninomorepuns: oh shit it worked

Poppet: I was at work what the duck do you want

Poppet: *fuck

Ninomorepuns: duck

Poppet: stfu. just tell me what you want I’m still at work and I need to go back soon

Ninomorepuns: did you see the new tiktok chat noir uploaded

She clicked her tongue irritably. Really? This was about the TikTok account? Sure, she could expect this from someone like Rena, but Nino?

Ninomorepuns: i think youd be interested in it since it has your gf in it

When did she get a girlfriend? And why wasn’t she told --?

Oh, wait. Right. She’d told Nino that she had a crush on Ladybug once to explain why she was running towards akumas instead of away from them.

An embarrassed blush spread across her face at the memory. She should have thought of a better lie --.

Wait, fuck, SHE was Ladybug. Chat had uploaded something about her?!

She pulled up Chat’s account.

Her eyes narrowed in on the fact that the thumbnail for his newest video was a black screen instead of the usual still frame of the animal of the day. She clicked on it…

Chat’s breathing was heavy. The bright green captions on the black screen read “Thought someone was in the house :(!”

And then there was the flick of the lightswitch. The camera went pure white as it attempted to adjust to the sudden light… and then she saw herself. In her Totoro onesie. Eating the abomination that she was still regretting hours later.

She closed out of the app. She knew what had happened next, after all.

She swallowed thickly, tears prickling at the corners of her eyes despite her best attempts. Kwami, the internet was going to have a field day. The hard edges of her phone case dug into her hand.

She wanted, so badly, to just go back to the way things were. When she didn’t have to care about her image, when she didn’t have to think about how people would react to the smallest of mistakes. That few month gap between Paon and Hawkmoth hadn’t even been enough for her to appreciate it, and she’d only been around twelve at the time, but kwami did she miss it. When mistakes were just mistakes and she was just a kid...

A ragged gasp escaped her throat and she slowly slid down the wall.

She let her phone hit the ground and brought her hands to her hair, squeezing her eyes shut. How do you breathe again? Her throat was too clogged with tears for her to even remember what it was like to breathe normally.

She felt a tiny hand on her cheek and slowly creaked her eyes open. Tikki was hovering in front of her. The kwami was breathing (or at least making a sound similar to it). Ladybug matched the pace as best she could, forcing all thoughts that weren’t remembering how to breathe out of her head.

After a moment, she managed to bring her breathing to normal.

She gave the kwami a weak smile and nuzzled her face against her.

“Thanks, Tikki,” she murmured.

It sucked, but she couldn’t afford to be like this at the moment. As far as she knew, there hadn’t been an akuma yet that day so she needed to keep everything in check.

There would probably be an akuma by the time she got home, at least, so she could feel free to get mad or panic once that happened. Did she really know what she was going to do? Not really. She’d probably figure it out by then, though.

She looked back at her phone and then pulled up her chat with Nino again because, to him, she had just disappeared for no reason.

What would she normally say?

Poppet: wow. she’s an even bigger disaster than I am

Ninomorepuns: right lmao you might actually be the sensible one in the relationship

Poppet: stfu. I’ll kill you

Ninomorepuns: better not do it during an akuma or itll be fixed

Poppet: you right

Ninomorepuns: wait dont you still have work go away

She rolled her eyes a little and started typing a response along the lines of ‘you’re the one that distracted me from work in the first place’ but something pulled her attention away from her phone.

The doorknob jingled, there was a blur of black and red as Tikki dove to hide in her jacket pocket, and then Kagami was poking her head through.

“My mother and -- are you alright?”

Ladybug rubbed under her eyes to get rid of any stray tears. “Of course! Sorry, my friend just told a really good joke and I guess my laughter got away from me.” She pulled a bright smile to her face. “Are you and your mom done choosing?”

The woman in front of her didn’t seem to believe her, but she nodded shortly. She pushed herself to her feet, brushed herself off, and continued on with her day.

~

She pulled her mask on outside the door and the smile on her face was just a fraction too wide as she stepped inside.

“Rena,” she said, because she was the only person she saw in the living room.

She looked up from her phone and then tensed ever so slightly at the sight of a clearly pissed off Ladybug. “Bonjour,” she greeted carefully.

“Has anyone been akumatized yet today?”

“... yeah. It was the homeless guy on eighth and --.”

“Cool. Thanks.” She walked up a flight of stairs and raised her hand to knock on Chat’s door.

She stopped herself.

The conversation they’d had only yesterday rang in her ears.

One bad day away from akumatization. That’s what Master Fu had said. She pressed her lips together thinly. He’d been right, apparently, all it had taken for the emotional wall she’d built to crumble was for her persona to crack even slightly… sure, she had her reasons for why she was so upset that the public was now aware of the fact that she wasn’t who she said she was -- and the fact that it was because of Chat of all people didn’t help -- but she’d thought she was reasonably stable emotionally up until then...

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, resting her forehead against the cold wood of his door and trying her hardest to think.

The options were to suppress the emotions or address them. Suppressing them clearly wasn’t working as much anymore, but she only had about twelve to twenty-four hours to properly address them if she wanted to do that…

She hesitated.

Maybe if she addressed part of the feelings then she could suppress the rest. That would work, right?

She walked up to her room/attic and started making a plan.

By the end of the night, she’d finished writing it all out in the back of her sketchbook.

Glitter

Ruin that perfect motherfucker’s perfect skin and perfect hair

Glitter Part 2 Electric Boogaloo

Lull him into a false sense of security

Make him think he’s going insane

M u r d e r

It wasn’t a lot, only six parts, but she felt like she would probably be fine after part six.

(She’d better be, you can’t really get revenge on a dead person.)

Her problems with the people of Paris would still be there, but at least her problems with Chat would be over with.

She smiled at the plan. Yes, it was all coming together now.

~~~

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📃 AS I AM CHAPTER 3 — Discovery

SUMMARY — You knew Kageyama Tobio since you both were in diapers, being close family 'friends'. You always wanted to befriend the quiet kid but no matter your efforts, he would never crack. When you transfer schools and meet Kageyama again, what will happen to your relationship?

PAIRING — family friend!kageyama x y/n

GENRE — fluff/crack/angst

WARNINGS — kags being a bigger meanie

WORD COUNT — 2.6k

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It has been about more than two weeks since your first day at Karasuno, already creating good bonds with Hinata, Nishinoya, Yamaguchi, and even Tsukishima. You were pretty close to all of them, spending alot of time together at lunch or after school, and even during the weekend. They wanted you to feel welcome, after all, you even had a little text group chat.

(Sent October 10th at 11:15 am)

Y/N: [Good morning yall, and happy birthday noya!]

Shoyo: [HAPPY BIRTHDAY NOYA!]

Tadashi: [goodmorning and happy bday!]

Tsukki: [morning, happy birthday]

Noya: [GOOD MORNING, AND THANKS GUYS!]

You smiled down at your phone before shutting it off. Since it was Noyas birthday, your mom let him and your friends come over, it also being a Saturday. You planned to have a sleepover with your new friends, Kageyama, and Tanaka of course. You had finished cleaning your living room, and despite it being small, it was big enough to fit a bunch of enthusiastic dorks, and Tsukishima.

You had begun cooking lunch, making sandwiches for you and Hinata, who was already on his way to your house. "Good morning honey," your mom spoke softly, rubbing her eyes as she walked past you to the coffee maker. "Good morning mom, Hinatas on his way here already," you smile and finish the sandwiches, putting them on a plate and walking to the living room.

"Okay, I have work today so ill be out for a little bit, tell Nishinoya I said happy birthday and Kageyama I said hello," she chuckled as she started the machine. You nodded and heard the doorbell ring, causing you to sit up and smile in excitement, placing the play down on the couch. "Thats Shoyo!"

You hop to the front door and immediately unlock the door, greeting the orange haired male with a smile that was matching his. "Hey y/n!" He greets and you let him in, closing the door behind himself. "Hi Shoyo, I made lunch," you say and lead him to the living room. "Wow, your house is really cute," he giggles and sets his bags and blanket in the corner next to the couch.

"Im glad you think so, I think Tanaka is arriving next, but i could be wrong," you say and plot down on the couch, hinata following your movements. "When is Kageyama coming?" He asks and rests his head on your shoulder, head tilted so he can look at you, but you just shrug. "He hasn't answered me since I sent him the invite yesterday," you say before handing him the plate and taking your sandwich.

"What? He answered me this morning," Hinata said and pulled his phone out of his pocket, going to his text messages with Kageyama. "Yeah, he texted me this morning, asked if i was coming to the sleepover," he said and you sae him typing on his screen. You felt hurt, Kageyama always answered you, whether it was one word, or even one letter, he always answered.

"Ah, he might've forgotten, i wont hold it against him," you smiled and decided to shake it off, it was Noyas birthday and you were ready to have fun. You and Hinata watched a bit of Netflix and ate a bit more than just the sandwhiches you made. It had been about more than an hour since the next person appeared, hearing the doorbell ring as you were in the middle of showing Hinata baby pictures of you and Kageyama.

"Ah, I bet its Tsukishima and Tadashi! Or just Tadashi!" Hinata shouts, jumping up, you following after him with a big goofy smile on your face as you both run to the door. "Its definitely Tanaka! Im calling it!" You laugh, barely able to keep up with the small male as he opens the door. As you looked at the male at the door, you and Hinata both shouted at the same time.

"Tadashi!"

"Tanaka!"

"K-kageyama?" You questioned and Hinata sighed, walking back to your room, sulking. "Its just Kageyama," he complaimed and Kageyama glared at him. "Whats that supposed to mean dumbass!" You let him in and close the door behind him as he kicks off his shoes. "Kags, you didnt bring any bags? Like, more than one?" You ask and walk to your room, seeing him hesitate to say respond.

"I'm not staying over. I just wanted to wish Nishinoya a happy birthday, i thought more people would be here by now," he nonchalantly responds, almost irritating you. "Well, you could've answered my text with a yes or no, or tell me that," you say and turn to face him, kicking his ankle softly. "Sorry," he muttered.

You entered your room with Kageyama and saw Hinata checking out your wall of pictures, filled with pictures of you and kageyama as children, you and your mom, and your friends from Nekoma. "Hey, is that Kenma?" He asked, turning his head to look at you and Kageyama with a curious face.

"Oh, yeah it is," you answer and walk over to the spot next to hinata. "Ah, Inuoka! Lev!" He exclaims with a excited expression, carefully scanning the pictures. "Is this the Nekoma volleyball club?" He asked, looking up at you with admiration as you confirm that it is.

"Thats so cool! You know Kuroo?!" He said, looking at another photo, one dear to your heart. It was the last time you saw them, you had a sleepover at Kuroos house, all the boys attending. You were wrapped in Kuroo and Inuokas arms, the 2nd years sitting on the couch in the back with the rest of the members asleep, or running around.

"Yeah, he acts like my brother sometimes. This was from our last sleepover before i came here," you state and he puts it back in his place when he hears the doorbell. "Okay, this time its DEFINITELY Tanaka!" You slap Hinatas arm and you two, once again, race to the front door. "Its gotta be Tadashi!" He once again opens the door to be met with Tanaka, causing you to shout in glory, hinata groaning.

"Uh, hello to you too," he laughs and steps over Hinata who dramatically fell to his knees. "Sorry, we were betting on who would arrive next," you laughed as he put his stuff next to Hinatas and saw Kageyama come out of your room. "Hey Tanaka," he greeted and you all sat on the couch, continuing the movie you and Hinata had started. After about 30 minutes more, there was a knock on the door.

"Thats definently Tsukishima," You say and Hinata nods as you stand up to open the door, greeting the tall blonde, noticing Tadashi and Noya behind him. "Hey Tsukki, Tadashi, and happy birthday Noya!" You greet, patting Tsukishimas arm and hugging the last two. "Everyones here, so lets get started, hmm?"

As everyone gets their stuff situated, you head to your room to get your phone and order some take out and remind your mom to get a cake before heading back out to your friends. "Noya, you ca– Noya?" You giggled softly, seeing him wrapped in a giant fluffy blanket, and he smiles. "Yes?"

"Ah, I was gonna say you can choose a movie, unless you wanna do anything else before the food arrives," you bounce before taking a seat between Tsukishima and Hinata. "Movie please, i dont want to even know what hes thinking right now," Tsukishima said, his expression was serious. You elbow him with a chuckle that follows, "its his birthday, cut him some slack."

You all decided to play a few games with an old movie playing as background noise. Truth or dare, would you rather, never have I ever, and some board games, Tsukishima winning monopoly. He was currently boasting to Kageyama with a smug look on his face as the doorbell rang.

"Food!" You shouted and jumped up to answer the door, quickly paying for the food and closing the door before bringing it to the small coffee table in your living room. "Also my mom should be home in a few minutes so call down with all the cursing Tanaka," you laughed and opened the food boxes before grabbing some plates and utensils for them to serve themselves.

You guys ate and finally put on a movie, moving the coffee table to you, Noya, Tanaka, Tadashi, and Hinata could all huddle up on the floor infront of the tv, leaving Tsukishima and Kageyama on the couch. "Hey, im home honey. Hi boys," your mom called, a big bag in hands as she slipped off her shoes. "Hi y/ns mom!" Noya called and she brought the cake over to you.

"Happy birthday Noya, and hello Kageyama, its been a while since ive seen you, you're so big," your mom patted his shoulder and he nodded. "Hello Mrs. y/l/n," he spoke politely as Tsukishima quietly laughed at him. "Behave okay? Im heading to bed. Oh, and Kageyama, your mother invited us over tomorrow so i can take you home tomorrow, " she flashed a warm smile and your face lit up as you sat up from the cuddle pile.

"I haven't been to your house in years," you exclaim and placed a hand on Kageyamas knee, giggling. He shifted a bit, causing your hand to fall and he hummed, "because Tokyo is far." You roll your eyes and lay down back between Nishinoya and Hinata. "And im not sleeping over, my moms coming in 10 minutes to pick me up."

"Ah, well either way, ill see you tomorrow Tobio," your mom waved and left to her room. It was silent as you guys kept your eyes glued to the screen. Eventually Kageyama left, so Tsukishima joined the cuddle pile until you guys got tired. Hinata and Tadashi took the couch, Tanaka and Nishinoya draped over each other near the couch, Tsukishima laying next to you on the blanket that covered the itchy carpet.

You sat up, on your phone after your friends from Nekoma decided to blow up your phone.

"You still awake?" You jumped at the voice, thinking everyone was asleep, and you turned to the voice to see the salty blonde slipping on his glasses. "Yeah, my friends texted me," you whispered before turning off your phone, the room being engulfed by darkness and you took your spot next to Tsukishima. "So you and Kageyama?" He propped his head up on his hand as he looked at you.

"Yeah, he's weird. He hasn't been talking to me that much the past few weeks." You rest your head on the pillow and pull the blanket up over you. Tsukishima hums lightly before fixing his pillow, "is he always like this? He doesnt seem that way around the team."

"I guess? Hes always been dry and stand offish since we were children, but to other people he was different." You felt tired, and Tsukishima could sense it. "Rest, worry your head tomorrow." He pats your head before taking his glasses back off and lays down, you smile. "Thanks Tsukki."

"Dont call me that."

—

Once it became morning, Tanaka and Nishinoya were the firsts to leave, followed by Tadashi. You had just come out of the shower, finding Hinata folding his blankets and cleaning up the living room, and Tsukishima talking to your mom in the kitchen as he helped wash dishes. "Good morning mom," you yawned and grabbed a key from one of the drawers. "Im gonna stop by the store, wanna come with Tsukki? Hinata?"

Tsukishima looked at your mom and she nodded, telling him it was okay and that she'd finish the dishes on her own. You left the house with the two males, taking the short walk to the store. "You're going to Kageyamas right?" Hinata asked, bouncing to keep warm in the cold air. You nod and swing the keys around your finger, "yeah, in a few hours, oh! Let me text him."

(Sent October 11th at 1:17 pm)

Y/N: [Morning Tobio!]

[I'll see you in a few hours!]

As you waited for his answer, Tsukishima spoke up. "Not to.. seem like im putting you on the spot but.. doesn't he ignore you?" He kept his hands in his pockets and his gaze forward and Hinata gasped, "Tsukki that sounds mean!" He smacked his arm, causing the taller to look down at him. "I'm just saying that its not the best way to treat someone," he rolls his eyes and Hinata scoffs. "As if you can talk."

You sigh and laugh, placing a hand on both the males arms, "calm down you two, geez." They relax in your touch and Tsukishima continues. "Seriously tho, he could be just, y'know.. being a bitch," he he spoke, putting an emphasis on bitch. "Or he could be hiding something!" Hinata gasps and you laugh at them. "Yeah yeah, but its whatever really, this is how ive always seen Tobio, it'd be weird if he was any different. Though id like it alot if he DID be a little less dry."

You remembered the talk you and Tsukishkma had before, he always brought up Kageyama and your relationship with him. Soon you started to think the same was he did. Was Kageyama really just being mean? Isnt that just how he always is? Why does he act different around others? Was it you, or was it him?

—

You kicked off your shoes as you stepped into the warm house with a bright smile, "hello Mrs. Kageyama!" You greeted as she pulled you into a hug. "Hello y/n, my you've grown! Tobio is in his room, can you take him his plate? This one is your" She said and handed you two plates. You smiled and nodded your head like a gibby child and she patted your back as you made youe way to Kageyamas room. You kicked on the door because your arms were occupied.

You heard a bed creak and a few seconds after, the door opened and was almost closed back in your face if it weren't for him catching a glimpse at the plates. "Come in," he mumbled and let you in. You walked over to his bed and put his plate down on his bed and sat on the end as he closed the door. "Wow, your room has changed alot," you smile and look around the room at his posters and pictures on the walls.

"Mhm," he plopped back down on his bed and went on his phone. You noticed this and furrowed your brows, taking a bite of your food. "You know, for someone on their phone alot, you sure do ignore my texts alot," you mainly joked, but you guessed that he didnt catch on when his expression changed and he mumbled an apology. Was that guilt on his face?

You decided to stay silent and just scroll through social media and eat your food. After a few minutes of just silence, Kageyama finished his plate and got up to take it upstairs. "Hey Kags," you called before he left and you held your plate out to him, "can you take this for me?"

"You barely ate any thing," he said and you shook the plate a little bit, causing him to grab it, scared it would fall. "I'll bring you a meatbun," he murmured and left the room. You smiled slightly at the mention of meatbuns, and stood up to stretch your legs.

You grabbed a napkin from Kageyamas bedside dresser and wiped any food off of your mouth. He had a small trash bin in the corner of his room, so you went to throw away your napkin, looking at his posters and pictures on the wall. When you opened the bin, there was a large stack of pictures atop all of the trash.

All being pictures that had you and him in them.

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Behind These Eyes- Chapter 3

Summary: Life in the bunker, a hunt gone bad, cuteness, and goodbyes.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 3642

Warnings: fluff, angst, injuries, more angst

A/N: This section was definitely written to be more “slice of life.” There’s a few time jumps. One more part after this!

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You settled into life in the bunker quicker than you thought you would. Dean took you shopping and you picked up some essentials so you could be set for the next couple of months with them. You also insisted on picking up food so that you could cook for them. Mostly, you wanted to return the favor. They took you in and welcomed you as part of their family. The least you could do is give them some good home cooked meals. The first time you cooked, Dean moaned at the first bite of chicken. Sam smirked at his brother.

“Hey Y/N?” Sam turned to you.

“Yeah?” You asked, looking over at him.

“Clearly, you’re an excellent cook. Can you bake?”

You frowned at the random question, missing how Dean’s gaze zeroed in on you. “Yeah, I can bake too. Why? Something in particular you’d like?”

“How about cake?” Sam said, smirking at his brother before dodging the spoon that Dean threw at him.

“Sammy!” Dean growled. You looked between the brothers, utterly confused at what was going on.

“Can you bake… pie?” Dean asked, somewhat hesitantly.

“Yea, I can bake pie. Apple, cherry, blueberry, strawberry rhubarb, peach, basically any type.  You got a preference?” You shrugged.

Dean was staring at you. “Can you make all of them?” 

Sam burst out laughing. You frowned at them. “Can you guys eat that many pies?” You asked. Sam dropped his head into his hands, practically choking on his laughter now.

Dean glared at him. “Sammy doesn’t get any pie. They’re mine!” You joined in with Sam’s laughter, finally realizing that Dean must REALLY love pie.

***

One month later...

The boys still looked for hunts, but for the ones they found, Sam usually called another hunter to take care of it. They had a fairly large network of hunters set up. Dean explained that they had ended up in an alternate universe and brought back several people with them from that world. You weren’t surprised when Dean informed you of the existence of other worlds.

“I have an angel inside me. Why shouldn’t there be other worlds?” You shrugged.

It wasn’t long before there was a hunt that they needed to take. Something was killing soldiers that had returned from the Middle East. Wounds they received in the war and had long since healed, were reappearing and killing them. Sam and Dean had never come across this before and didn’t want to send someone else in to investigate something unfamiliar. There was no question that you would stay behind in the safety of the bunker.

Before they left, Dean cupped your cheek in his hand and ran his hand over your cheekbone. He’d been doing this a lot more. Little touches here and there. His olive green eyes burned into yours.

“Sometimes I swear I can see Arti behind your eyes.” He whispered. 

You tilted your head. “What do you mean?”

His hand dropped and he shrugged. “I dunno. I just feel like I see something that isn’t you.” You frowned at him and he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “Stay in the bunker. Stay safe, sweetheart.”

“You too, Dean. And you, Sam!” You called over to him where he was climbing into the impala. Sam gave a short wave and Dean climbed into the driver’s seat. He flashed a grin at you. “See you soon, princess.”

***

Dean checked in with you each night to ensure you were still safe and inside the bunker. They still didn’t know what was killing the soldiers, but they had tracked down that they all signed up and served together. Sam and Dean couldn’t get a hold of any details of where they served that may have caused them to become targets for whatever supernatural creature was now hunting them. 

However, on their fourth night away, Dean didn’t check in at 10pm as he usually did. You waited and waited, but he didn’t call or text. Neither did Sam. You’d tried calling them both, but their phones went straight to voicemail. You paced through the halls in your PJs, clutching the phone that Dean gave you. You tried not to worry, but as the silence from the boys continued, your anxiety over something being wrong grew. As 4am approached, you heard the growl of the impala and bolted to the garage. Sam was getting out of the driver seat and Dean was leaning against the passenger window asleep. Sam gave a small smile as you approached and gave him a hug. You could smell blood and smoke on him.

“I was so worried when Dean didn’t check in.”

“Yea, sorry about that. My phone died and Dean’s got...damaged.”

“Are you guys okay?” You asked.

“Yeah. Turned out it was a valkyrie. She posed as the army recruiter, and when her recruits didn’t die in Iraq like she planned for them, she decided to take care of it herself. FYI, fire kills valkyries. She hit Dean pretty good and he thinks he has a broken rib so he asked if I could drive us home.” Sam explained. He leaned down and called over to Dean. Dean didn’t move. 

You leaned down to the open driver’s door.

“Dean? Wake up, you’re home.” You called to him. He still didn’t respond. It was then that you noticed the light sheen of sweat across his face and the paleness of his skin.

You ran to the other side of the car. “Sam! Something’s wrong!” You pulled the door open and Dean fell out into your arms. His skin was clammy, but still warm. Sam was right behind you and helped pull Dean from the car to lay on the garage floor. Sam didn’t hesitate to pull Dean’s shirt up to expose his chest. There was dark bruising all across his skin. You could see his chest rise and fall shallowly so he was still alive luckily.

“That’s where the valkyrie hit him.” Sam whispered.

“What do we do?” You looked at him, panicking. Sam just stared at his brother. “Sam! WHAT DO WE DO?”

He shook his head. “I-I don’t know. The closest hospital is half an hour away and he has been bleeding internally for at least 8 hours while we drove back. I- I thought he was just asleep. I didn’t know.” Sam’s voice cracked. “Cas is too far. He can’t help in time.”

“Wait, Cas can heal because he’s an angel!”

“But he’s too far, Y/N.”

ARTI! You screamed internally. You forced all of your urgency and panic into the scream to hopefully reach him.

Little one? Arti’s soft voice echoed through your mind.

Please Arti. Please heal Dean. You choked on a sob.

You felt Arti’s presence move through you and had the odd sensation of him looking through your eyes to what was happening.

Little one, I am still weak. To heal him will weaken me further. I am not recovered enough to even fully heal him.

Please Arti. I need him. I need you to heal him.

Very well, Y/N. Press your fingers to his forehead and let my grace flow from you to him.

You did as Arti said and pressed your fingertips to his forehead just as Cas had done for you. You felt Arti’s warmth spread from your own chest, down your arm, and into Dean. You watched in amazement as the bruising on Dean’s chest vanished. His breathing strengthened and he let out a low groan. 

He is as healed as I can make him, little one. He will live. Arti replied weakly and you felt him recede.

Thank you, Arti.

Sam was staring at you. “Arti helped me.” You said softly. Sam nodded slowly and reached down to his brother. He pulled him up so that Dean’s arm was around his shoulders. Sam dragged his brother down to his room. You followed behind, suddenly feeling very tired. Sam laid Dean down on his bed. You reached forward and tugged Dean’s boots off before tugging the blankets out from under Dean to pull over him.

Sam walked out of the room and you looked at Dean again before following and pulling the door behind you leaving it cracked. Sam was on the floor with his back against the wall, shaking. You slid down the wall next to him and grabbed his trembling hand. 

“Thank you, Y/N. I thought I was going to lose him.” Sam whispered, squeezing your hand.

“I don’t want to lose him either.” You replied softly. 

Sleep didn’t want to come that night. Or rather morning. Sam had retreated to his room and you to yours, but you couldn’t stop worrying about Dean. Eventually, you got up and went back into Dean’s room. He was still fast asleep, but he looked much better than he had earlier.

You tentatively climbed on top of the bed and laid down on top of the covers next to him. You finally fell asleep watching him.

***

When you woke, you could feel fingers threading through your hair. You blinked your eyes open sleepily and realized very suddenly that you were curled up into Dean’s side. He was sitting up slightly in bed, with his computer on his lap. He had a tv show that you instantly recognized playing. Dr. Sexy. 

“I love this show.” You said softly and Dean looked down at you.

“Hey sleepy head. Was wondering when you were gonna wake up.” He smiled at you.

You scoffed. “Some of us didn’t spend most of the night unconscious. Some of us spent it worrying because someone missed check in and then showed up half dead.” You glared at him.

“Yeah, sorry about that. That valkyrie broke my phone when she hit me. And I just thought it was a couple of broken ribs.” He looked sheepish. “Sam said that Arti healed me?”

“Yeah, he did. He depleted his grace again, but he helped me and saved your life.”

“Thank you, sweetheart.” His green eyes held your Y/E/C ones. You broke the eye contact and looked at the computer screen again.

“This is a good episode.” You murmured.

He hummed his agreement and continued to comb his fingers through your hair as you tucked back into him.

***

Another month later...

Dean pulled Baby up to a small park with a little pond.

“Why are we here, Dean? Thought we were doing a supply run?” You asked.

He shrugged. “You spend most of your time cooped up in the bunker. You said most of the places you visited in your haven were nature related so I thought you’d like to get outside a bit.”

You grinned at him. “Really?”

He nodded. “Yeah, sweetheart. I know the bunker covers the libraries part of your haven, but there isn’t much variety to Kansas nature wise. There’s a little pond here. It’s not much.”

“It’s perfect, Dean. Thank you.” You leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, missing his blush. You opened Baby’s door before climbing out and running over to the pond. You leaned over the edge of the water and saw the tadpoles swimming in the shallows. You sat down on the grassy bank and sighed happily. You liked the bunker. But there was no sunlight. No breezes. No nature. Dean came over and sat down beside you. You dug your hands into the grass and felt the warm dirt beneath your fingers. You laid back onto the ground and closed your eyes against the bright sunlight.

“I forgot what the warmth of the sun really feels like.” You murmured.

“I never really thought about what it feels like. But it’s nice. It’s not just a warmth on your skin, but it’s down to your soul.” Dean replied just as softly. 

You peeked your eyes at him and saw him watching you with a soft expression on his face.

“Will you miss it? Will you miss… us?” He whispered. You sat up and laid your hand on his knee.

“Yeah. I’ll miss the bunker. I’ll miss Sam. I’ll miss you.” You rubbed your thumb gently across the fabric of his jeans and he was looking at your hand instead of your face now.

“Do you ever think of not going? Of kicking Arti out?” 

You let out a slow breath and looked across the water. “Yes. I do.”

Dean hesitated. “I don’t think you should.” You looked over at him, surprised. “Arti can protect you. I don’t think you should kick him out.” 

You felt a pain in your chest at his words. You nodded slowly to show that you’d heard him. You sat in silence with him for a few more minutes, but the comfort the pond had given you was gone. You stood up and dusted your jeans off. 

“C’mon. We should get the shopping done before it gets too late.” You were quiet during the drive to the store and you separated in the store to get everything you needed. As you checked out, Dean kept glancing at you. When you got back to the car and were loading the groceries into the trunk, Dean smiled and said, “Would you like to drive Baby back to the bunker?” You dropped the bag you were holding in surprise. Luckily, you had already moved it to the trunk and nothing spilled out or broke.

“What?”

“Do you want to drive Baby?”

You looked towards the car and then back to him. “YES.” He laughed and tossed the keys to you as he returned the cart to the corral and went to the passenger side. You sat in the driver’s seat and stroked your hands down the wheel. You pushed the key in and started her up. Listening to the roar of her engine, you glanced towards Dean. “Are you sure?” You asked.

He smiled and nodded. “Yes, I’m sure. Let’s get home.”

The drive from the store back to the bunker was all too short for you. You pulled into the garage carefully and shut the car off. Sam was leaning against the garage door, and he furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at his brother. “You let her drive your car?” Dean shrugged. “Yeah, why not? Gotta give her something to reference when Arti takes over again.” There’s a weird note in his voice that you catch, but you can’t quite pinpoint what it is. When you turn to look at him, his face is smoothed out with no sign of what it was. Sam raises an eyebrow, but doesn’t comment.

“So you gonna help us unload these bags or what, Sammy?” Dean asked. Sam shook his head and walked to the open trunk to start bringing the groceries in.

***

Two weeks later...

“Wanna go outside, Dean?” You asked, bouncing up to him. Dean raised his eyebrow at you.

“It’s raining.” He replied with a frown.

You grinned at him. “That’s the point.”

“What? To get wet?” 

Still frowning, he said, “I don’t get it.” 

“Haven’t you ever danced in the rain, Dean?”

“No? Why would you?”

Rolling your eyes, you grabbed at his hand and pulled him towards the bunker door. He offered little resistance as you pulled him outside into the summer storm and to the little clearing near the bunker door. You let go of his hand and toed your shoes off so you could feel the wet grass beneath your toes. 

“Sweetheart, I’m getting wet.” Dean whined at you. Closing your eyes, you laughed and tilted your face up as the droplets ran down your cheeks and through your hair. You could feel the warm water soak through your t-shirt and you spun in a slow circle. You opened your eyes and smiled at Dean who was just standing and watching you.

“C’mon, Dean!” You reached for his hand again and pulled him toward you. You gripped his other hand and tugged him further into the clearing and started pulling him back and forth.

“Now what are you doing?” 

“Trying to get you to dance!”

He frowned slightly at you before looking around. He pulled his hands from yours and moved them to your waist. You rested your hand around his neck as he started to sway with you in the rain. 

“Why do you like the rain so much?” He asked with a cock of his head.

You shrugged at him. “It just feels freeing. Like I can do anything. Be anything. Smelling it on the summer air, feeling it run across my skin. The sound of it hitting the trees and the earth. Seeing the clear puddles and the drips off the leaves. It lets me just BE, ya know?” You blushed at the admission, knowing that Dean would think it’s silly.

You looked up and met his eyes. His normally bright green eyes were darker as they looked at you now. You pulled your lower lip between your teeth at the intensity you could feel in his gaze. He started to tilt his head down towards you and your breath froze in your chest as he got closer. 

“What are you guys doing? It’s pouring out here!”

You and Dean jumped apart at the sound of Sam’s voice. You looked over at Sam to see him trying to hold his coat over his head to keep dry. 

“You worried that it’s gonna ruin all that hard work you put into your hair, Sammy?” Dean said, walking over to his brother. Before Sam could even retort, Dean grabbed Sam’s coat and pulled it off. He ran further away, laughing at Sam’s startled look.

“DEAN!” Sam yelled and he took off after Dean. You laughed, watching the brothers chasing each other through the rain. Your heart panged at the realization that you were running out of time with them. With Dean. You could feel Arti inside you again and knew that any day now, your time was up.

***

It was close to 3am and you were still sitting up in bed reading a book when you heard it. Dean was having a nightmare again. His grunts and whimpers could be heard through the wall. You could hear him having nightmares almost every night. You listened for a few more minutes before deciding that you needed to help him. Setting your book down on your bed, you got up and went to his room. The door was cracked open slightly and you could see Dean in his bed. His fists were clenched in the bedsheets and the veins in his neck were sticking out from how tense he was. His brows were furrowed and there was a slight sheen of sweat on him.

Carefully, you made your way to his bed and softly climbed over the top to him. You reached out and stroked your hand through his hair gently. You started to hum ‘You are my sunshine’. Your mother used to sing it to your little sister when you were a kid, so when you needed a distraction, you’d hum it to yourself. Slowly, his body relaxed under your fingers and his breathing evened back out. His head turned towards you and he let out a soft sigh.

“Thanks, Y/N.” He whispered as he fell back into a deep sleep. Once you were sure he wouldn’t wake up, you leaned over and kissed the top of his head before slipping back to your room. You read your book for another hour and waited to hear if Dean had any more nightmares before cuddling down into your blankets and shutting off the lamp. You drifted to sleep quickly.

***

You were sitting in the library of the bunker and Arti was sitting across from you. A grin stretched across your lips.

“Arti! You’re okay!”

He nodded. “Yes, little one. I have recovered my grace. It’s time I take control again.”

Your smile dropped instantly.

“O-oh.” 

“Is everything alright, Y/N?”

“I just- I’ll just miss the boys is all. Can I say goodbye to them first?”

He tilted his head to the side and frowned a little. “If you wish. Let me know when you are ready.” 

You blinked your eyes open in the darkness of your room. You took a shuddering breath. How were you supposed to say goodbye? Dean and Sam had quickly become your family. You didn’t want to give them up. But you had given yourself to Arti so that he could help people. People like you. Rather, like you had been. You realized that for the last couple of months, you’d been happy. Truly happy. And most of that had been because of Dean. You felt so whole when you were with him. How could you say goodbye? You couldn’t. Not really. You pulled a piece of paper and a pen from the desk and wrote a note. 

Dean-

I’m sorry. Arti’s recovered and I made a promise to be his vessel so it’s time for me to go and I’m too much of a coward to say goodbye directly to you. I want you to know that I won’t ever forget you. Or Sam. You gave me some great memories over the last 2 and ½ months. Singing along to music in Baby. Watching Dr. Sexy. Family dinners. Baking pies (and eating them!) Dancing in the rain... I’ll be reliving them in my haven forever. Thank you.  For everything.

Love, Y/N

You folded the note in half and wrote Dean’s name on the front. You propped it up on the desk and looked around your room. At your home. You debated going back to Dean’s room one more time to look at him. But you doubted that you’d be able to walk away from him if you did. You sighed.

“Ok, Arti. I’m ready.” Everything went dark.

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2x07: The Usual Suspects

Then:

Sam and Dean Winchester, professional grifters

Now:

Baltimore, Maryland

The cops have finally caught up with Sam and Dean Winchester. The SWAT team surrounds their motel room and takes them into custody. One cops sums up all of Dean’s killer ways at his interrogation. Dean is unaffected.  (Because he’s not a killer.) 

Sam, meanwhile, gets the good cop for his interrogation.

She reads off Sam’s life story to him and he lays on the Winchester snark in return. They’re trying to break this straight A student to get more information on his derelict older brother.

Sam starts talking.

Flashback to why Sam and Dean were in Baltimore when they got caught. John and a man who recently died,Tony Giles, were old friends. They were hunting an invisible killer. (And for the record, it’s clear that Cas is Scully. Sam is Skinner, third-wheeling the far more compelling duo the whole way.) 

Sam tells the cop that they weren’t even in town when Tony died.

They went to visit Tony’s widow, Karen (and secret publisher of Sam and Dean’s life story!). Dean asks if Tony talked about anything strange in his life before he died. She mentions he had a nightmare about a woman with red eyes.

Sam and Dean then were spotted breaking into Tony’s office. They’re thinking a vengeful spirit. Dean finds a bunch of papers with the words “danashulps”

Sam then finds the name finger-smudged on Tony’s glass desk. They look but can’t find that name anywhere.

Dean goes to ask Karen if she knows anything about this name. Sam tells the cop that he went to make sure she was doing okay. Sam stayed to crack Tony’s computer password but tells the cop that he went back to the hotel.

Twist! Apparently, Karen is dead too! The cop tells Sam that the brothers separated because Dean was heading to murder Karen. The 911 call indicated that someone was in the house with Karen.

We get a flashback of Karen seeing a woman in the window of her house. She runs upstairs and calls 911.

Her phone disconnects, her lights flicker and then her printer starts printing “danashulps’. She heads to her closet to pull out a flashlight, and turns around to find the woman!

Dean knocks on her door some time later. When she doesn’t respond, he lets himself in. The lights aren’t working. He finds her dead on her bedroom floor. He notices bruising on her wrists. And that’s when the cops find him.

The coppers reunite to confirm that the brothers’ stories match. Good Cop tells Bad Cop that they have to get Sam to flip on his brother or they don’t really have a case —no murder weapon, no motive.Bad Cop insists that this case is in the bag. They’ve got Dean’s prior in St. Louis after all. Good Cop —now known as Diana—informs the audience that Bad Cop was good friends with Giles. Also, Diana and Bad Cop are in a secret office romance.

While Dean waits out his interrogation, he stews over the name “danashulps”.

He guesses that it’s not a name. Sam, who has access to a pen and paper, starts the anagram game. Dean plays the game in his head AND HE’S MY SMART BOY FOR IT. Dean’s public defender, Jeff Krause shows up then. Dean doesn’t seem to care that someone within the legal world has come to help him —he just needs a pen and paper. He breaks down the word and asks Jeff if he recognizes anything. Jeff worries that Dean isn’t taking this seriously.

Jeff points out that Ashland is a street name in the area. Dean asks if he can see Sam.

Diana is typing up the police report when suddenly her computer starts writing “danashulps” over and over again. It only happens for a few seconds, the screen filling with seemingly nonsense characters, and then it reverts back to normal again. 

Jeff visits with Sam and hands him over the paper from Dean pointing out that Ashland is a street. Before he can get into Sam’s defense case, he’s called back to Dean’s holding room. Dean’s decided to confess!

In one quick line, Dean yoinks the rug out from under the cops. “I did not kill anyone,” he states at the start of his purported confession, but he knows who did it. “Our working theory is that we’re looking for some kind of a vengeful spirit.” This goes over just as well as you might imagine with most of the cops. But Diana sees the DANASHULPS scrawled on his sheet of paper and has an OH NO moment. When they accuse him of the murders in Saint Louis, he casually tells them it was a shapeshifter.

With Dean Winchester written off as a lost cause, they head in to question Sam. To their surprise, he’s escaped! Diana finds Dean’s letter about Ashland and I SHAKE MY HEAD AT YOUNG SAM WINCHESTER for leaving a clue for the cops.

In the ladies room, Diana discovers the overhead lights are out. All the taps turn on, steaming hot to fog up the mirrors so Ghosty can write her catch phrase on the glass. The ghost also spectral projects herself to Diana, mouth moving like she’s trying to say something. Shaken, Diana heads back to talk to Dean “Crazy Occult Guy” Winchester. 

Dean tells her that vengeful spirits originate from violent deaths. My Smartest Buttercup notices that Diana has fresh bruises encircling her wrists. She doesn’t remember getting them. Dean warns her that death is stalking her now, and tells her to seek Sam’s help for protection against the spirit. 

At Sam’s motel, she gives him the lowdown and shows him the bruises on her wrists. Sam gives her a stack of victim photos to see if any of them match the ghost. Diana identifies Claire Becker as the ghost. She was a heroin dealer in life, and might be targeting Diana for her narcotics work. Sam and Diana team up to salt and burn Claire’s body at an abandoned store on Ashland. Claire makes an appearance during the search, but only seems to want to reveal herself to Diana. They find the mystery word - it’s Ashland - and a half erased word fragment. Sam busts out the wall the clues have pointed them towards. They haul out Claire’s body. Around her neck, there’s a necklace. Diana knows it well...because she’s wearing an identical necklace!!! Her office romance Pete gave it to her. DUN dun dun. Sam concludes that Claire isn’t killing anybody. Instead, her spirit is functioning as a death omen. 

The killer...is PETE. Diana’s a quick thinker, and remembers that heroin went missing from evidence a year ago. Pete would have used Claire to fence the drugs, and later killed her. 

Cut to Pete driving Dean Winchester to parts unknown at two in the morning. Dean’s a quick thinker too, and realizes he’s about to be murdered by a crooked cop. Dean gets hauled from the van. Welp. Looks like he shall meet his end in a sloppy cop drama! 

Diana confronts Pete, who tries to blame Claire’s death on...Claire for trying to turn Pete in. He spills everything. The other guy who died was in on the scheme, and Pete killed his wife for good measure. Pete insists that killing Dean - “one more dead scumbag” - is the best approach. I hiss, and fist bump Dean when he tries to defend himself against the “scumbag” accusation. Diana shoots Pete somewhere nonlethal, but Pete still manages to get the upper hand. Claire appears to him then and smirking, draws Pete’s full attention. Diana shoots him clean through the chest. 

Afterwards, Diana asks about Claire. “She should be at rest,” Sam assures her. I...side-eye this young man and then let it go because it IS the television show, Supernatural, after all.

Diana tells them the cover story: Pete confessed to her before his death, and the suspects escaped. Dean and Sam head out to rescue Baby, and we get a wink at Diana’s (Linda Blair) Exorcist acting legacy in case you missed it.

What an Excellent Quote for an Exorcism:

You want me to turn against my own brother?

I'm not Scully, you're Scully

My name is Dean Winchester. I'm an Aquarius. I enjoy sunsets, long walks on the beach, and frisky women

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