#even when hunter is like “yes uncle” I was like damn even he don’t know it wasn’t until the mask came off and no one reacted strangely that

[waitingawhile]

Before I watched toh when I saw ppl drawing emperor belos online I thought it was an older woman and I was hype to watch the show from the art of this woman and hunter. Then I start watching the show and the cast members are like “he.” And I’m like. Oh so characters don’t know it’s actually a woman behind the mask pog little twist I will pretend I don’t have this spoiler knowledge haha yes “he” mr belos haha playful wink of dramatic irony. Imagine my surprise—

[paarthurnax59]

"Family Don't End In Blood"

Chapter 2

Warnings: angst, arguments, mention of abortion, violence, blood and kidnapping.

word count: 5779

Chapter 1

“I don’t want us to have kids.”

“I don’t want us to have kids.”

“I don’t want us to have kids.”

    That one sentence echoed in your mind so loudly. Like if Dean had been standing in a cave and had just shouted the words, it would still not nearly be as loud as it was in your mind. Your face was blank and growing more pale.  Mind now empty from the horror that you were facing. You felt sick, sicker than before you found out you were pregnant. Your stomach was doing somersaults making the unpleasant feeling so much worse. You couldn’t breathe, you sat still while you looked at Dean with your jaw dropped. 

    He didn’t want kids and here you were about to tell him that you were pregnant. Whichever god, deity or higher power that oversaw weaving the events of your life, truly had a sick sense of humor.  You wish this were a nightmare. That at any moment you would wake up and in bed with Dean and you surprise him with a special gift that would say “World’s best dad” and he would shed tears of joy. Sam would be hugging you and excited about becoming an uncle and Castiel wanting to be your child’s guardian angel. Your friends would throw you a baby shower and having to drag Dean to it. Maybe bribing him with pie. Months later, you finally deliver your baby and Dean smiling down proudly at your child as he kissed your forehead. You smile contently as you fell asleep after hours of being in labor. 

    How you wished that was the reality. For Dean to be happy about being a father and you a mother.  Yet, that wasn’t the reality that you want. Your own personal hell and nightmare was. Dean didn’t want to have kids with you, or at all. His mind was set on this and once Dean’s mind was made up, it’s damn near impossible to change. 

absolute and full-on non-negotiable

   You heard him right, and when Dean says something was absolute, he meant it. You didn’t know that to do. You were already pregnant, and you didn’t have the chance to tell him. You honestly don’t have any idea why he brought it up and why he had suddenly made this decision. Dean loved kids and so did you. He was always good with young kids and even wanted to help raise Ben. Yes, it wasn’t ideal to raise children in the hunter life. If it ever came to be, you would quit the hunter life if it meant raising your children in safety. You now had some stability and a home to call your own since your father’s house had burned down.  What had changed his mind?

“What? Why not?” You asked wanting to know why the father of your unborn baby of why didn’t want kids.

“You know the hunt we were just on? The hunt with pregnant women that had gone missing?” He asked in return to help you get a good picture 

“Yes.” You answered him.

“When we first go there, we started at the police station and found all of the addresses of the homes these pregnant women lived at.” He began softly, a sad expression was clear on his face. “I interviewed the husbands and boyfriends, and…I met this one guy that said that he and his wife had multiple miscarriages. And they were finally expecting, and she was far along. It was close to her due date, around eight months. I have seen a guy look so distraught.” When Dean explained to you about what went down, your heart broke. To have had a series of miscarriages and when finally, been gifted the miracle of life, something comes in and took that away from a happy couple. “We found through our research that it was a demon that gets it’s power from the essence of newborn children. A Lamia, by the look of it. She was undercover at one the clinic that was helping these pregnant women. She impersonated a nurse to get their medical information to search out these women during their third trimester. The clinic had no idea a demon was working with them.”

“My god.” You uttered while looking at Dean in shock and sadness. “Did you find the mother?”

“Yes, but…She was gone and so was her baby.” He sated, looking down at the table. 

“You mean…” You try to finish while not wanting to hear the rest of what Dean was going to say. 

“Yes, She died. And what I saw…was…” He tried to get out and his breath hitched. You can tell he didn’t want to give the details. “She was butchered, like she was some sort of science experiment. You have no idea how hard it was to tell her husband his wife and child were gone.” Dean was trying to hold back all the emotions and it showed. His tears were brimming with fresh tears. He didn’t go into further detail, and you most certainly didn’t want to hear about what happened to the baby. You just couldn’t image the horror of what Dean had seen. Without thinking you secretly placed your stomach, without Dean noticing. The need and desire to protect your baby had grown stronger when you heard Dean talk about his experience. 

“Did you find the demon?” You asked quietly with your hand still on your non-existent bump. 

“Yes, we iced the bitch and her minions fled after I put the bullet in her brain.” Dean leaned back and his face became where more stonelike when you mentioned the demon. You were relived at that, at least. The fewer of these monsters, the better. “When we drove back, I talked to Sam and venting out my emotions. I didn’t want to go through something like that. I don’t want to especially see you go through that. I don’t know what would happen if I lost you. Especially like that.” Dean said as he grabbed your free hand as your other hand laid on your belly. You truly saddened on how badly this had gotten to Dean. Hell, it was getting you to you too.

“Dean, this is a serious decision. I understand the risks of raising a family in the life. But, I can protect myself. I am a hunter, Dean. I have been raised this life. That poor woman you mentioned, had no clue of what was going to happen. We do. We know what’s out there and the monsters.” You try reasoning with him. Dean’s resolve always seems to crumble when it came to you. You were the only person that could break his walls and even somehow remotely change his mind on things. Which it was impressive considering how stubborn Dean can be. Seeing as you were going to have a child, you might as well try to change his mind. “Plus, we have the Bunker. It the safest and most secure place in the world. If that place isn’t safe for a child, then where?” You finally let go of your pregnant belly and then grabbed Dean’s hand. Looking deep in his eyes and smiled at him. “Was this really because of one hunt, Dean? I understand about what you had gone through and…” But before you could say anything else, Dean lets his hand slip from yours and gives you the cold glare. It was a look that you never thought Dean could give you.

“(Name), are you seriously saying that we should have a baby? To raise them in the life? To put their safety, happiness, and well-being on the line, just so we could be parents? I’m Sorry, honey, but that is honestly the most self-centered thing you could say.” Dean growled, looking at you like you were going insane. For the first time in forever, Dean had hurt you with his own words. “You know what it was like being raised in this life. You know what I had been through. The kind of life that my father raised us in and yours. Not only is it not ideal, it’s selfish.”

“But, you helped raise Ben. You got out and we can too if it comes to that.” You try to reason with him once, hoping that way you could have the courage to tell him you were pregnant. Ben loved Dean, he might not have been his father but there was no doubt Dean did what he could to protect Ben and Lisa. He cared for them like his own family. 

“Yeah, look how that turned out!” He shot you down in a loud tone, making you jolt up in shock from his heated demeanor. The people in the diner started to look at you two, Dean noticed and tries to quiet down his voice.  “I was pulled back into the life, there is no escaping it, (Name). I almost killed Ben when I was a vampire, Lisa got kidnaped by Crowley and had to erase their memories, forever. I was scared out of my mind and had to say goodbye to the people that I had considered family.” As he explained to you in a more hushed but no less angry. Apparently, that experience still got to Dean and “I don’t want to put the life of child at risk. I could barely protect Sam and you; you think I can protect our kids? No, I can’t. I’m sorry, (Name), but there is no way I’m going to put an innocent life in danger like this.  I am not going through something like that. I will not raise a kid in the life. I rather die the next day, than risk my child’s life and watch them die. I don’t want to have kids, (Name). That’s final.” Dean said as if he was setting his words in stone. The commitment in his argument seemed to be absolute and there was no changing it. It scared you, Dean at that moment, terrified you. For the first time in your life, you didn’t know what to so regarding the man you fell in love with. Most importantly, you didn’t know what to do about the life growing inside of you. One is for sure, you can’t tell Dean. You just can’t, not right now at least.

You looked down and took a deep breath before saying anything. 

“Okay, Dean. I’m sorry for fighting you on this.” You somberly apologize to your boyfriend, feeling incredibly defeated. Dean nodded and grabbed the burger and took a bite, you both ate in silence, not speaking to each other after that. What you both didn’t see was a pair of black eyes looking straight at you and your sad face, with a wide, wicked grin plastered on her face. 

….

 Dean’s PoV

  The drive back to the bunker was silent. Nothing but uncomfortable dead air between the two of  as both of them drove back home. The radio played on as (Name) looked out the window and kept her eyes away from her boyfriend. Dean, feeling a twinge of guilt over the way he reacted over her trying to change his mind. His brain was now chastising him for calling her self-centered and selfish because she may want to become a mother. There was nothing wrong with that it was human nature for a woman to want to have children. He couldn’t blame her and saying she was selfish was uncalled for. He just didn’t know why she was trying to fight him on this so much. They were always able to be on the same page with everything. Why is she fighting with him now?

    He knew he had to get her to see his side of it. She had to know that raising a kid in this life is just out of the question. His upbringing had such an influence on him that the dream of having children was dead. There was a time where he wanted kids. He loved them and honestly thought (Name) would be the one to give him that. But after everything that he went through as a child, having to raise Sam by himself and all the things that he had seen happened to innocent children, that wasn’t possible for him. That hunt he went one just killed it for him, he had never seen anything like that. He knows he wouldn’t make a good father. He was so sure of it and she needed to see that. He loved her and wanted her to stay with him. If can just get her on board, then things will get better between them. They can go back to talk with one another. She will get over it in time he convinced himself. she was always resilient, so she can let of this dream of hers. Dean looked back to his girlfriend and turned off the radio so he could talk to her. 

“Look, sweetheart. I’m sorry for the way I acted back there. Yelling at you is something that I didn’t want to do, and I shouldn’t have embarrassment you like that. You’re not selfish or self-centered. You’re the best person that I know and you didn’t deserve that.” He spoke softly as he looked the girl he loved. She didn’t say anything other than nodded at him with her chin be held up by her hand. (Name) continued to look out the window as Dean continued the conversation, even though she wasn’t responding to back to him. “But...I really need you to be on board with this. You had no idea how hard it would be to raise a child together. I mean, me and Sam are considered deceased in the eyes of the law. We won’t be able to find jobs, get a house or even take our kids to school. If we didn’t have the Bunker, we would still be jumping from motel to motel all the time. People are going to be asking questions about our lives and one day will ask what our kid’s parents do for a living and will expose the hunting life. They might even think we are crazy and CPS might take our kid away. Me and Sammy were almost taken from our dad when were little, and then had to leave so that the cops wouldn’t find us. You want that? You really want for our kid?” Dean tried to get through to her one more time, hoping this could help her deal with the fact that he didn’t want to have kids. 

“No, I don’t.” She said gloomily not looking at him. Dean would normally be angry if someone weren’t giving him answers to his questions and not look at him. However, this was (Name) he was talking to. She was the one person to break down his walls. He couldn’t be cold towards her, he just couldn’t. “I get it you went through a ton of crap and don’t want to repeat history.” She finished, but still refused to look at Dean. Feeling sad and guilty, Dean grabbed her hand and stroked it with his large thumb. (Name) had now finally looked at him with her (e/c) eyes and could see the sadness in them. Dean’s heart broke when he looked at her. She looked disheartened by what he told her. He had to try to make it better. Maybe taking some time off from hunting and spending time together. They could use a few days off from the life and try to be normal for a while. 

“How about we take a break, honey? Spend some time together? We can find something to do and have some fun okay?” Dean asked with that sweet smile that (Name) had loved so much. She took a deep breath and nodded. 

“Okay. Sounds like a good idea.” She replied, sounding like she had nothing else to say. Dean then took his hand away and he placed both his hands on the steering wheel as the Bunker came to view. 

….

Normal POV.

     You didn’t sleep at all that night. Not even with Dean by your side, you just couldn’t let your eyes shut and drift off to sleep. Dean tried to get you to talk to him as much as possible, to try and steer away from the conversation away from the whole baby situation. He had failed so after the first few hours before dinner. Sam also noticed your strange behavior and saw how much you were ignoring Dean. You had told Sam that Dean didn’t want kids back when you went out to lunch. Sam knew that what is was about and figured you would be upset about it.  He was the only other person Dean told that he didn’t want to have kids. You at least ate your fill of food because of the fact you were pregnant and needed to take care of your baby, the baby that Dean didn’t want. After you ate you went back to your room and decided to read a book until night fall. Dean finally came in and changed into his pajamas. He told you he loved you before you said your good nights and you returned with it with a soft kiss to his lips. After hours of failed attempts of trying to sleep, You looked at Dean again. He was fast asleep with his arm around you and his face buried in your hair. You turned your head away from him and slowly removed his arm from you. Carefully getting up from the bed you looked at your phone to look at the clock.

1:34 A.M. 

  You placed your phone down and got up, knowing that you weren’t going to be getting as much sleep as you would like. You carefully opened the door to yours and Dean’s room and walked out to the kitchen. Once you went to the kitchen, you went straight to the fridge and pulled out pickles and peanut butter form the cabinet.  One thing you could never get used to being pregnant, were the weird cravings. Without hesitation, you opened the jar of peanut butter and took a knife you had gotten out from the drawers. Taking a large pickle, you spread the peanut butter on the pickle. You then took a large bite out of the pickle and for some strange reason, the bizarre treat made you moan in pleasure. Pregnancy, it does weird things to a woman. You were about to take another bite when a familiar voice spooked you from behind.

“(Name).” The gruff voice called you, making you jump and drop your midnight snack. You whipped your whole body to see that it was Castiel right behind you, doing what he always did to you and the boys, scaring the living daylights out of you. 

“Jeeze, Cas!” You yell whispered when you saw the trench coat wearing angel in front of you. “Why do you do that?! Warn a girl next time!”

“Pardon my intrusion on your…” He looked at what was looking down at the food you dropped and back at you. “Nourishment? I know I am not knowledgeable about human cuisine, but I’m sure pickles and peanut butter sound awful together.” He observed as you picked up the pickle and threw in in the trash. 

“Yeah, I know. But I can’t help it, Cas.” You walked away and washed your hands again so that you can’t another peanut butter covered pickle. The cravings just would let up, even though you weren’t hungry. “Where were you?”

“I was in Israel, it’s officially heaven’s business so I can’t reveal much.” Castiel answered with a dull and gruff response.

“I guess. Now can you please leave so that I can eat my midnight snack in peace?” You snapped but then regrated snapping at your friend when you saw the hurt look on his face. “I’m sorry, Cas. I’m just having a rough week.”

“I can see that, and I can see that you are not being yourself. Your mood has changed much, and your appearance seemed…altered.” Castiel noted making you look at him slightly nervous. You stayed calm, not wanting him to grow more suspicious of your condition. 

“Like what?” You asked.

“Your face is more flushed, your more irritated and then return to your normal self within a second and you seem have this aura around you. A glow you would say.” Castiel explained and you look up at him, your eyes round like saucers.

“What do you mean ‘glow’, Cas?” You asked. 

“The glow of new life.” Castiel avowed making you squirm. “New life that is growing inside of you, (Name). You are with child.” Castiel correctly analyzed and your jaw dropped. 

“How did you know?” You asked, feeling like the air had left your lungs. 

“I can feel a second heartbeat coming it from you, and the lifeforce is very strong and pure. The light of every expecting human mother has throughout their pregnancy. The child is Dean’s, I am sure?” He asked a little too loud for your taste and covered his mouth with a sush. 

“Keep it down, or Sam or Dean are going to here you!” In a loud whisper while you kept your hand on Castiel’s mouth. “Yes, it is Dean’s but I haven’t told him yet.”

“Why not? I am sure Dean would be jovial about you expecting his child.” He asked while being genuinely confused. 

“Because Dean told me at lunch yesterday that he doesn’t want child. Ever.” You retorted bitterly when you then chopped on another pickle covered in peanut butter. 

“Ever?” Castiel raised an eyebrow at your statement, taken aback by what Dean had told you.

“Yes and he said his decision was ‘Absolute and full-on non-negotiable’.” You mocked your boyfriend’s words using air quotes and took another bite of your pickle, not caring how disgusting the idea of eating a pickle with peanut butter on it. 

“So, Dean isn’t going to change mind on it huh?” Castiel asked while your crunched on your snack and shook your head and rolled your eyes. “Then, want are you going to do? You and I both know how stubborn Dean is, and he’s not going to budge. When he decides on something, he is unlikely to change his mind.” 

“I know Cas!” You whined while you turned away from him and placed you hand on your head in frustration, groaning in frustration at what to do about your difficult position. “I have no idea what to do. I’m pregnant with Dean’s child! A child he doesn’t want! He told me that we shouldn’t be having a kid as hunters. I thought that I could convince him to leave the hunting life! That we can live normal life, but no! he said that there is no way he would be able to leave the life permanently! And it’s true! No matter how bad it was, he will always be pulled back into the life, one way or another! Our kid will never be safe!” You whispered yelled again, trying to make sure that you stayed quiet so that you wouldn’t wake Dean or Sam up. “You remembered what happened to Lisa and Ben, you are the one that erased their memories and Dean had to say goodbye, forever. I don’t want that to happened and I don’t to risk my child’s life.” You wanted to cry right then and there as the tears began to surface in your eyes. It seemed like all your emotions that you had bottled up for the past week were piling up. Now, you had just gotten the news that the love of your life doesn’t want kids, breaking your heart, while pregnant with his child. You start to weep silently but horribly. Covering your face with your hands, sobbing your aching heart out. Castiel, feeling every emotion that’s troubling you, walked up to you and embraced you in a tight hug. You wrapped your arms around Castiel’s shoulders, trying to find some sort of comfort from one of your best friends. You cried in Castiel’s chest staining his shirt. You were truly lost at what to do about your situation. Until, Castiel had spoken up and it made you wish he didn’t mention it.

“There is another option, (Name).” Castiel uttered quietly and then you looked up at him with a tear-stained face.

“What?” you speak up after crying your eyes out.

“You could get a-” 

“No!” You yell-whisper as you pushed him away from you, knowing very well what he was suggesting.

“Why?! (Name), you’re not seriously considering of having this baby?!” Castiel kept his voice low as he yelled but the anger was clear on his voice. 

“I’m not killing my baby, Cas.” You cried, feeling offended that the angel would even contemplate something as heartless as what Castiel was proposing. You knew what he was talking. He was asking you to abort your child. Castiel’s tone and expression came back to a calmer and more compassionate demeanor, regretting he even brought it up.

“I understand, (Name). I’m sorry for even considering it.  But you need to know Dean is not going to change his mind. His stubbornness knows no bounds, and so will his anger when he finds out that you had been hiding this pregnancy from him.”  He stated truthfully. “There is still time to consider your options. I suggest you do it before Dean finds out, or you may pay a much bigger price then what you feared, (Name).” Castiel walked away from you to who knows where, leaving you alone. The feeling of hopelessness overwhelmed you as you placed you hand on your stomach. What are you going to do?

….

    You went to back to bed with Dean, while trying to keep your distance from him. Still not getting a wink of sleep, you nevertheless got up when morning came and took a shower. You felt like you were on autopilot after your conversation with Castiel throughout the entire week.  You barely spoke to Dean and shot down any date night ideas. When Dean tried to give you physical affection and you had been pushing him away. Growing tired already of your attitude, he confronted you about it. 

“(Name), I have had enough of this. I’m tired of this silent treatment you had been giving me for the past week.” Dean snarled at you while you and making a list for your weekly supply run. You didn’t look at him as you replied to him.

“Dean, I really am not in the mood right now. I need to figure out what we need for the rest of the week.” You huffed at your boyfriend while going over the list you made. You wanted to go to the store so that you could clear your head from all the drama that you had been experiencing. It wasn’t good for your or the baby to be feeling stressed out. Dean, not appreciating his girlfriend’s indifference from him, grew angry. To get you to speak it him, he grabbed the list. Making you yelled and reach out for the piece of paper. “Dean! Give that back!”

“Not until you talk to me, (Name)! I’m not going to stand you ignoring me anymore and I have to know what is that matter with you!” He shot back as he took the list far out of your reach. You decided to relent and folded your arms, looking to get this talk with Dean over with.

“Fine, go ahead.” You demanded. 

“You have been really snippy with me lately and have been shooting down date nights and barely even let me hold you or touch you for the past week. Whenever I try to ask you what is wrong, you just barked at me and tell me to leave you alone. I feel like we are not even together anymore because of how distant you have become and it’s frankly getting to me!” He vented at you, while you stood as still as a statue looking at him. Dean’s expression soften a little, knowing that being cross with you was not going to work. You were your father’s daughter after all and Bobby never liked Dean talking back to him. “Please, just tell me what’s going on. It’s killing me that you aren’t talking to me. Did I say something? Do something? Is it the whole baby situation?” Dean begged as he began to let himself get more emotional and it made you feel a bit sorry for him. Does he really deserve this neglect that you had been giving him? No, Dean was a good person and it’s not his fault for him not wanting kids due his childhood. You understand him, you really do. No one wants to repeat the cycle of bad childhood experiences. It still doesn’t help the fact you were pregnant and refuse to tell him. It hurt too much to know that he won’t accept his own child. 

‘Maybe you just need some more time, you will tell him when the time is right.’

  Your conscious trying to reason and calm you from getting too heated, needing to think about the baby. You sigh sadly and dropped your arms to side. You don’t want to continue to fight with him, not when you loved him this much. In time, you will tell him and then you both can decide on what to do. 

“Dean, I’m sorry. I didn’t to make you feel like you weren’t loved and neglected. I do love you. I know you said you don’t want kids, and I understand. I just feel disappointed is all.” You said, feeling guilty that you were not telling Dean the whole truth. You feel like you were lying to him and that made you feel like the worst girlfriend ever. “I just need some air and being in this bunker is not good for me. When I get back from the grocery store, we can go out, Okay?” You sweetly asked him with a small smile to him. Dean relaxed and returned the smile as he gave you the list you were working on. Once he gave you back the piece of paper. You grabbed your jacket and purse before giving Dean a kiss on the lips before heading to the Bunker door. “I’ll see you later, okay?” 

“Okay, Love you.” He said looking at you with as you walked out the door. 

….

   You walked through the aisles of the store, nearly almost done getting your supplies for the week. You were now in the bakery section of the store looking at the different varieties of pie being sold in the bakery. You eyed one delicious looking apple pie freshly baked on the rack. You thought about getting it for Dean, hoping it might cheer him up after all the drama between you two. You asked the nice elderly woman if she could box up the pie you were eying. She packed the box right away and you said thank you for her help when you put the pie in the cart. You began to walk toward the frozen aisle to get the ice cream for the pie when someone had got in front of you. You bumped into them and looked up to see a dark-haired woman with tan skin standing in front of you. 

“Oh! I’m sorry! I didn’t see you there. Are you okay?” You asked the lady in front of you. 

“I’m fine, but I’m afraid I can’t say the same for you, (Name) Singer.” She said and blink her once golden-brown eyes and suddenly turned to pitch black. Your eyes grew wide and by pure instinct, you opened your flask and threw some Holy water on the demon woman, making her scream. You ran from the scene and suddenly heard the woman screaming from the aisle. “GET HER!” Screamed the demon as a few other demons began to run after you and all the parking lot. You reached for the impala when you were caught by a pair of strong arms.

“There is no escape for you, little girl!” Sneered the male demon that was holding you hostage. Knowing that you need to protect your baby, you reached for your demon knife and with all your strength to stab the demon in the eye. He cried out as you pulled the demon knife from his eye and kicked him out of the way. You quickly got into the car and started the engine. You left the parking lot and drove off back to the bunker. You picked up your cellphone to call Dean to tell him what had happened. 

“(Name)! what up?” Dean answered the call after the first ring.

“Dean, I just got ambushed by a bunch of demons at the supermarket! They’re after me!” You panicked into your cellphone keeping your eyes on the road.

“What?! Are you okay?! Where are you?!”  Dean yelled worriedly through the t other line as you looked back to see a couple of cars speeding towards you and looked back and gasp when you saw two other cars that suddenly appeared out of nowhere, stopping you from going any further. You dropped the Cellphone, with Dean still on the other line. “(Name)! what happened?!” Dean continued to yell on th phone while a large black guy came at your door and ripped the door open while a white guy that was equal to his size grabbed you from your seat and dragged you out. 

“Let me go!!! The Winchesters are going to kill you when they find you!” You threatened as you struggled in the arms of the man holding you. A car pulled up as more people got out of the cars. You figured that they were all demons. The car pulled forward and out came the woman you splashed holy water at the store. You scowled at the demoness as she stepped closer to you. “Dean will find me and when he does, he’s going to kill you.” You threaten and all the demons snickered at you. 

“Where we are taking you, Dean won't have a God damn chance of finding you. When we are finished with you, we will send you back to him piece by piece.” She smirked as she looked behind you at the demon that was holding you. She nodded and sudden intense pain hit you. Everything turned black making you completely helpless at the hands of demons that could do anything to you.

Chapter 3

[crashdevlin]

A New Life

Author’s Note: This is part Thirty-one of The Best Laid Plans series

Summary: Y/n is living her best life, far away from the hunter lifestyle. But what she can't remember can hurt her.

Pairing: none

Word count: 4270

Story Warnings:  angst...A/B/O dynamics, canon divergence, reader illness, reader amnesia

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"Lunch?"

Your colleague's words prompted you to look up from the Sumerian text you were working on and check the clock on the wall. 12:43 and counting. You got so lost in the work that you almost worked through. You were suddenly painfully aware of your stomach's empty grumbling and could no longer ignore it. You stood, pulling your gloves off and tossing them in the recycle bin beside your desk.

"Wonderful idea, Mariella. I was about to forget to eat again."

"I've noticed your tendency to hyperfocus if you don’t have someone break your concentration. It's really not good for you."

"Oh, I know. My Uncle Bobby used to give me crap about it all the time," you said, thinking fondly of the old redneck. "He'd toss bags of chips at me in the middle of my study sessions so I'd eat something."

"That's the uncle that raised you?"

"Yep. The whole reason I went into anthro and archeology. He had a whole study filled with old books on ancient civilizations. Kicked off my interest.”

“He also the reason you’re a thirty-year-old virgin?” Mariella asked flippantly.

“I told you that in confidence,” you responded, looking around to see if anyone was about to hear that. “And no, that was my dad. He made me promise I wouldn’t sleep with any of the redneck guys in my hometown or any of the guys in the salvage profession. Kinda like Bruce Willis in Armageddon, he didn’t want his daughter with a guy like him...same for my dad.” You cleared your throat as you pulled open the door into the main museum. “And I’m twenty-nine, thank you.”

“For a few more months,” Mariella said with a smirk.

“Why do I talk to you?”

“Because everyone else that works here is as ancient as those books you like so much.”

“You’d think I’d like them more, then,” you mused.

“The more important question is how you got through college without getting any.”

You shrugged. “I was busy, focused. I never went to frat parties or any of that...and I spent my heats in the vault to prevent bad things. Just never found anyone worth losing it to, ya know?”

Mariella shook her head. “It’s really not a big deal.”

“I know that...which is why I’ve not been in a big hurry.”

“But...aren’t you on a bit of a time crunch? You are an omega,” she said pointedly.

You scratched at your neck as you walked across the lobby toward the small kiosk that sold sandwiches and coffee. “I’m sure I’ll find an alpha before I die.”

“Are you looking for one?”

“What is your interest in my love life?”

“Well...you know my brother’s an alpha, right?” You rolled your eyes. You weren’t interested in being set up with anybody’s alpha brother. You’d know your truemate when you met him. “He’s a good guy. You’d like him.”

“This is the same brother you said was dumb as a box of rocks a few days ago?”

“No one’s perfect.”

You shook your head. “I’m not interested, really. I’ll find someone.”

“Not hiding in your office, you won’t.”

“I go out sometimes,” you argued.

“You’re mated to this damn museum and you haven’t even been here a year.”

“Then you must be the woman with whom I need to speak,” an accented voice behind you said. You turned and smiled at the bearded man in the black suit. You didn’t know fashion but the suit looked expensive, the tie was a beautiful black patterned silk. His outfit screamed money and power and his scent screamed alpha. You were a bit shocked that you hadn’t smelled him approaching, but you chocked it up to Mariella distracting you. “You’d be the one who knows about the collection, yes?”

“Which collection?” you asked, stepping away from the food cart to smile at the man. “That’s a bit of a superfluous question, though, as I know about all of the collections. I’m the curator here. Y/n Y/l/n.”

“Fergus MacLeod, it’s a pleasure.” He offered his hand to you and you took it. “I have a few pieces that might go well in the Mesopotamia exhibit.”

“You...have Mesopotamian artifacts? In a personal collection?”

“Several.” He smirked as he patted your hand, and it made you feel uncomfortable, so you pulled your hand away. “Why don’t we go discuss this somewhere quieter?”

You ran your fingers over your hair and nodded. “Just give me a few moments to track down the Assistant Director of Acquisitions and then we can go to my office.”

“Why would we need the Assistant Director? Aren’t you the curator, Miss Y/l/n?”

“Yes, I am. However, policy dictates that I not create a contract with an alpha without a beta witness. Prevents accusations of impropriety.”

“Ah, they’re afraid I’ll use the Voice on you to get a better deal?”

“Exactly. I’m glad you understand. I’ll be back as soon as possible, Mr. MacLeod,” you said walking away in the direction of the offices.

As you explained the situation to David Sherman, the Assistant Director, you got the feeling you'd met Mr. MacLeod before. His voice seemed so familiar...and that smile.

“You okay?” David asked as you walked back toward the lobby. “You seem a bit distracted.”

“Oh. You ever get deja vu?” you asked. He shrugged and you smiled at him. “You know what? It’s not a big deal. Everybody feels it sometimes.”

“She’s just feeling her omega scratching at her brain,” Mariella said, falling in step with you and David.

“This kind of thinking is why I’m forced to engage David in all contractual agreements with him."

"What? Is the guy not attractive? I think he's attractive. With that accent...and that smile, and those eyes!"

"Mariella...he's not my type."

"And what is?! You have shown no interest in any guy the whole time I've known you!"

You stopped in your tracks and looked at her. "Tall, dark-haired, handsome…" A flash of green eyes and a bright smile entered your mind. "I'll find one eventually. But for now, I have work to do. I can focus."

"Fine. Focus…'til you die."

You rolled your eyes and started rushing toward the lobby.

~~~~

"We'll find her," a deep, soothing voice said.

"Yeah? I'm starting to doubt that. It's been a year-" Another voice argued.

"Ten months."

"Whatever. Death ain't talkin' and I can't find any trace of her past 2002! And Sam keeps givin' me crap about looking, like I don't know we got more important shit with the damn Leviathans, but...Dad, I can still feel her."

"Me, too. It means she's still alive and-"

"And we can't find her!"

"Which means that Dick Roman can't find her either. She's safe, Dean. We'll find her...but maybe Sam's right. Maybe we should let her stay oblivious until we're done fixing Castiel's fuck-up."

"I can't...what if she eats at Biggersons? She doesn't know!"

"We can't worry about that!"

"That's all I can worry about!"

"Well, worry about the world that Dick Roman is going to eat!"

"My omega is lost and she doesn't know what's happening in the world and I don't know where she is!"

"She's not your omega, Dean," a third voice said. "You never marked her. You refused. Always. So maybe she's flourishing wherever Death put her. Maybe she's happy and ignorant and she's found a normal alpha like she was supposed to."

"We were doing good until Death came in and-"

"You were always good for a few weeks at a time, but she was on her way out anyway. She was done with you. She was done with us. That's why Death took her. So leave her alone."

"Dad...I...I just want her back."

"We'll find her and you can apologize and hope she hasn't moved on, but for now, Dean, we need to focus."

~~~~

You rubbed your eyes as you sat up. Your dreams were weird. Your dreams had been weird since you moved to DC. You hadn’t seen Dean or Sam in decades, but your dreams frequently featured them...usually just their voices...and their father's. Lately, they were always talking about Leviathans, but before it was someone named Crowley, and someone named Eve. They often talked of ‘Castiel’. These were names you didn’t know and you weren’t sure where your brain came up with them.

Part of you wanted to call around to some of Bobby’s old contacts and try to find out where the Winchesters were. They were in your dreams a lot. Maybe it was a sign. But...you just couldn't...bring yourself to make those calls.

But you did avoid eating at Biggersons...and you eventually stopped eating anything with processed sugar...and before your birthday came around, you were living out of the produce aisle. Mariella gave you shit about being a 'sudden vegan' but you just ignored her. You didn't feel safe eating processed foods anymore, but you couldn’t tell her that it was because of your dreams.

Of course, that went out the window when the dreams changed a few months later. What was once disembodied voices you attributed to the Winchesters was suddenly full color images. Well, 'color' wasn't quite right because everything seemed to be shades of blue and grey but...pictures, nonetheless. Pictures and emotions. Adrenaline, fear, anger, despair. After a week of waking up in a panic, knowing the monsters were right behind you and that sleeping wasn't safe, you started avoiding sleep like the plague.

"You look like crap. When's the last time you slept?" Mariella asked, leaning against your desk. You hadn’t even noticed her walk in.

"Got a few hours last night. I'm fine."

"You are not. You had a burger delivered for lunch. You're having some major issues, lady."

"You thought I was having issues when I stopped eating meat. I'm beginning to think you're just a bit judgmental, Mariella."

"I'm worried about you. I really think you should get checked out."

You sighed. It wasn’t a bad thought. You were exhausted all the time and having horrible nightmares...and random pains in your lower abs, which seemed to come more often as time passed. You nodded and gave her a tight smile. "Okay. I'll give my GP a call."

"Thank you," she responded, a grateful look on her face.

Your doctor asked you to get blood drawn for labs before you came in so by the time you showed up for your appointment, he already had a stack of reports with your name across the top. "Miss Y/l/n, how are you feeling today?"

You scratched at your thigh and shrugged. "I'm still not sleeping well...and part of that is the stomach pain. Painkillers aren't touching it anymore."

When he asked where your pain was, you put your hand over your right hip, and he nodded. "All right, Y/n. We found something concerning in your blood work: high levels of the CA-125 protein. Now, this can mean several things. Most often, it means endometriosis or pelvic inflammatory disorder, but sometimes it means ovarian cancer." You swallowed heavily at the 'C' word. "Now, you are at high risk for ovarian cancer because of your-"

"Suppressants," you whispered and he nodded.

"Because you've been on them your entire adult life, we need to make sure...so I'm going to send you for a transvaginal ultrasound."

As he explained the procedure and gave you pointers and tried to belay your fears, you could barely hear him. You were too lost in the panic making your heart pound in your ears.

"If...if it is cancer-"

"There are options, but we're not even close to there yet. Okay? We're going to do your ultrasound and move forward from there. All right?"

You nodded. It was all you could do.

The next three days leading up to your ultrasound were spent in a daze. You didn’t want to worry anyone so you kept it to yourself. You didn't know you'd say anything, even if the diagnosis came up with the worst.

It was your fault, after all. Taking the strongest suppressants available just so that you could hold out in a normal life long enough to find your truemate was stupid. It was such an idiotic thought that you even had a perfect mate waiting for you. You should have let an alpha have you years ago. You knew that holding off was going to kill you but you figured it was going to be a bad heat, not cancer. God, why did it have to be cancer?

"Y/n?" a voice from your dreams pulled you from your internal monologue and you lifted your head to meet hazel eyes that made you gasp...but you weren’t sure why. This man in his mid-thirties looked so familiar but you were sure you'd never seen him before. You could see a knife and a gun tucked under his jacket but his aura said he was a Hunter, not a danger to you.

"Yes?" You stood as he closed your office door behind him. "Can I help you?"

"You don't remember me?" He sighed and shook his head. "Of course not. You wouldn't have stayed away from Bobby so long if you remembered."

Your eyebrows came together as you shook your head. "Bobby's been dead since my second year of college. What are you-"

"Bobby Singer died of a gunshot wound to the head six months ago. He died in a hospital bed with me and my sons surrounding him," the man said, stepping closer. "He asked for you before he died. He always believed we'd find you."

Your mind called forth an image of Bobby holding your hands in your old bedroom, looking apologetic. He looked older than you remembered. You shook the image out of your head. "No. He died on a vampire hunt."

"He died chasing down a monster in the body of Dick Roman," the man insisted.

The name made you remember your dreams. "Are you...John Winchester?"

He looked relieved. "You remember?"

"No. No, and you don't look like John Winchester but...you sound like my dreams."

"You dreamed of me?" he asked, stepping closer.

"No." You shook your head and looked down at your desk. "Yes...I guess? I never...I heard you."

"Okay. Look, this is going to be hard to believe but I need you to listen to me...and listen to your soul."

"What does that-"

The man was suddenly in front of you, his hand over your heart. "I've got a part of your soul, Darlin'. Feel that. Please, feel that."

You were in shock for a moment. Even if this was somehow Sam and Dean's father, you barely knew the man. You'd specifically avoided him growing up. But as you looked into his eyes, another flash of memory hit you: you sitting in this stranger's lap, arms around his neck, a chess set with the white king laid on its side on the table beside you. It was intimate, familiar. It was caring, safe. It was welcome.

It wasn’t your memory. It couldn't be.

"This isn’t-"

"Baby Girl, please. You can feel that we're connected. Please, tell me you can-"

Panic set in as you tried to make sense of the memory of kissing him and having him lift you and take you to a bed. A cabin. A hot tub. "No, no, I-"

"You're panicking. I feel your panic, Y/n, and it’s okay. You were given fake memories to cover your old life but the real memories are in there. Your life is in there, we just need to get it out."

"Of course I'm panicking! I've got some strange man in my office, touching me!" You grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand off of you, stepping away. When he moved to grab your shoulder and stop you, you twisted quickly, thrusting your elbow into his sternum and stomping hard on the top of his foot. It was an automatic response, one you didn't know you were capable of. You stepped back in shock as he groaned and bent in half. "What did I do?"

He let out a cough and stood, trying to mask the pain on his face. "Just as you were trained to do, girl. Bobby trained you well."

You shook your head vehemently. "No. No, Bobby didn't...my dad said-"

"Look, you were a Hunter! You were one of the most badass omega Hunters in history! You put me in my place a few times, and alphas bigger than me. You helped stop the Apocalypse, for God's sake!"

A flash of a cemetery crossed your mind. A tall, skinny man in a green jacket wrapping his hand around your neck. The feel of your neck snapping.

Your hands went to your neck. "No. No. Just...why are you doing this?"

"Because you're not supposed to be here, Y/n. You're supposed to be with...you're supposed to be you and you're supposed to understand that your emotions are…" He let out a frustrated groan and turned away. "Something is wrong, Y/n. That's how I found you."

"What? What does that even mean?"

"I have a part of your soul. Big emotions, they permeate your soul...so I can feel them. A few days ago, I could feel your fear. I could feel your panic. It led me to you. And I've been looking for you for a year and a half, mind you. Dean and I, we've been looking…"

"Dean?" You couldn’t help but remember your dreams, how adamant Dean had been to find 'her'. 'Her' must have been you. "I don't understand what's going on."

"Just tell me what made you panic so hard that I could feel you in Nevada. Tell me what's wrong." You shook your head. You hadn’t told anybody. Why would you tell him? "Come on, kid. Something happened, right? Tuesday, around 11 am here."

Your jaw dropped. You closed your mouth and opened it again, then looked at your diploma on the wall. "I had a doctor's appointment. I...might have cancer."

Fear filled his scent, panic filled his eyes, but his face stayed stalwart. "Might?"

"I have an increased amount of some protein that correlates to ovarian cancer. Doc said it wouldn't account for my nightmares but it would account for the pain and the fatigue. I...have an ultrasound coming up and the only reason I'm telling you this is because you knew exactly when my first appointment was. How did you know when my first appointment was?"

"Because, Y/n, I have claimed part of your soul. I can feel you. Please, just...sit down, listen to me...knowing what you know about the world that most people think is myths and fairy tales, listen to me." You swallowed and sat down in your desk chair. He looked relieved as he came around and sat on your file cabinet. "You're here and you don't remember anything because Death, the Horseman Death, took away all of your damage...and your damage started when you were 18 years old, that's why you have false memories starting from way back then."

"What false memories?"

"All of them. Y/n, you never went to college. You went into heat when you were 18 and you ended up in bed with me. I had just been hit with a hex that reduced my age, I was young again and full of hormones and lacking in self control and we spent your heat-"

"No, I promised my dad-"

"I know." His voice was full of sympathy. "But we did...and I claimed your soul during that time and when Bobby got back to the salvage yard, he decided that you needed to learn how to take care of yourself. He taught you how to fight, how to hunt. You became the best omega hunter alive. You were...amazing." You shook your head. You weren’t a Hunter. You were never supposed to be a Hunter. "You were amazing...and you gave up everything to save my son, to save Dean's life. You sold your soul for him."

A flash of sickly yellow eyes and a cruel smile made your heart fill with despair. "Dean's a friend but I...why would I sell my soul for-"

"He's not just a friend. He's your truemate...and he was supposed to mark you."

"What? Dean hasn't ever…"

"Yes, he has. He even told you that he's in love with you, but he wouldn't mark you because he didn't want you stuck with him."

"What? But...I'm so confused."

"You're going to be. That confusion isn't going anywhere because Death locked your memories away behind a facade of all these new memories...these fake memories." He shook his head. "And some of that shit, it's good that you forgot it. It was painful and I'm glad you don't have it weighing you down anymore but...you aren't you anymore, either. I've watched you for a couple days...I barely recognize you like this."

He sighed and ran his hand through his hair. "And if you were happy here, I'd let you stay. I'd never tell Sam I found you and I wouldn't have approached you but you aren't you and you need to come-"

"I'm me!" you argued, standing. "I'm...I'm not sure what you think I'm supposed to be but-"

"The badass omega Hunter that reminded me what it felt like to be with a good woman! The good woman that saved my life when a couple of ghouls tried to bleed me for killing their old man. I know you're starting to get the feeling that I'm right, Y/n, and you can feel that you don't belong here."

"But I'm happy. I am happy. Doesn't that matter for anything?"

"You don't seem happy."

"Who are you to judge the lass' happiness? You don't even know the woman." Your eyes snapped to the back corner of your office, where Fergus MacLeod suddenly stood.

"Mr. MacLeod, how'd you get into my office?" you said at the same time John said, "Crowley? What are you doing here?"

"Wait. Crowley?" you asked. The name was familiar, but you couldn’t place it.

The shorter man smirked. "Come on, Sweetheart. I can't be the first dishonest man you've met in the antiquities world. Well, more specifically, I'm not a man." He blinked and his eyes went red, making you gasp. "See? She doesn't even know about demons, Winchester. She's useless to you."

"She just needs to be reminded," John growled, stepping toward the red-eyed man.

"Reminded? Of what? What Sam did? Or perhaps what Dean did? Maybe she needs to be reminded of what you did the day Lucifer broke free of his box. You really think she is better off with you?"

Your eyebrows came together. These things must be the things John was happy you didn't remember, but you couldn’t remember any of them.

"Don't you have a prophet to be torturing?" John snapped.

"Kevin's doing just fine, actually. I'm keeping a close eye on him...just like I've been keeping a close eye on our little omega. Why would you take her away from this life? She's doing so much better here… except for the cancer, of course."

"How do you-"

"I'm the bloody king of Hell, darling. Knowing things is half of my job." He blinked his eyes back to normal and stepped forward. "There is a reason Death granted you this second chance at living your life, Y/n, and it wasn’t because your life was perfect before he showed up. You are, without a doubt, the biggest distraction of Dean Winchester's life beyond his not-so-little brother. And Dean might be gone, but that's no reason to shack up with his father again."

"Gone?" you squeaked.

"I assume the monsters in Purgatory have torn him to pieces and enjoyed every bite of his delectable remains by now."

"Don't underestimate him," you snapped, the words coming out more assertive and more forceful than you imagined. John looked over at you and smiled a little. "If you think Dean's dead, you're an idiot."

Crowley chuckled. "Well...maybe your girl's in there, after all," he said before disappearing.

"You...remembering?" John asked cautiously.

You shook your head. "No, but...he's not dead. My dreams are never wrong."

"You been dreamin' of Dean?"

You swallowed and took a deep breath. "Purgatory. If Purgatory is monsters and panic and fighting for your life...I've been dreaming of Purgatory...and if Dean and I are connected…."

"You could only do that if Dean was still alive."

You nodded. "I think so."

"Okay. So...we gotta get him back. We have to find a way to open Purgatory again."

You bit your bottom lip and looked down at your desk. "John...I don't...that demon said I have cancer. What am I...I can’t go with you if I'm…"

John sighed. “Your right. Your health is more important than-”

You looked up and took a deep breath. “I think you should go looking for him. I’ll stay here and-”

John reached out and tucked his fingers in your necklace, pulling the chain out to reveal the Greek drachma in a small glass case that you’d been wearing half of your life. “This...is how we’re gonna figure out how to fix everything.”

“What?”

“I’ll explain when we get out of here. Your place?”

[pastelgrungewrecker]

Dear Daughter, Love and Be Loved || Sg Ish

My heart is full of swords Full of, full of swords

‘How old was she, when they took her?’

‘Sixteen hours, twenty four minutes, forty three seconds.’, was the answer, whispered out with smoke and the smell of moonshine strong enough to make the confession easier.

‘And how old was she, when they broke her, do you think?’

‘....Sixteen hours, twenty four minutes, and forty three seconds.’

‘What do they call her, where you all come from?’

‘Bobcat.’, she says, revealing herself in her aged youth as she adjusts her jacket for patrol, ‘They called me Bobcat. Because they called my father the Hellcat, before he was the Mercenary.’

Her eyes are like seaglass, her face still stoic even now. She was too young to be lost at sea, and yet here she remains- treading water slower and slower.

There is a field, a mile down the road, that Mimi and her siblings know as haunted- the summer vacation visits brought the ghost stories told by Ironhide with his animated gestures and shadow puppetry as the firepit burned and flickered. They say you see little white lights- the ghosts of wanderers who gave themselves to the woods when their hearts broke, mothers who lost their little ones and fathers who lost it all when the town began.

It is haunted by love and it is fed by loss, the grass grows tall and thick and all the wildflowers bloom in creams and angel’s gowns.

Tonight, there is a real ghost within. He is small, barely able to walk. His feet are bare as the day he was rescued two years back and scuffed by mud and burrs sticking to a dirty oversized shirt and pajama pants stitched with stars by a grandmotherly hand.

His eyes reflect the galaxy, they are rimmed in red and he shakes like the cold has burrowed in and can never leave again.

“Zizzy.”, he mumbles, those starlight eyes sunken in just a little from dehydration and his little stomach cramping from hunger.

He walks, and he walks and topples over- a shock of bright white hair in a hunter green sea as petals flutter around where his weight broke the flowers.

They fall on him like angel’s tears, and he curls in on himself with weak little whimpers.

“T’adu’t.”, he hiccups into the chilly breeze before he falls silent, and falls still- his lips and cheeks bright red.

Back at the place built of safety and suffering, twin eldest daughters gear up for a nightly patrol- taking advantage of their natural night vision given as unwanted gifts from parents who had to summon love from hearts killed by equal yet opposite means.

Mimi looks at Mimosa, and tilts her head, “Why the jacket?”

“I’m not going to freeze in this root vegetable hell, thanks.”, is the dry answer, “Unlike YOU I can prepare for scenarios that AREN’T a badly controlled mutiny.”

“Would it KILL YOU to be a decent person?”

“Yes, it would. To you, specifically.”

They both glare at each other before they set out- armed with a set of pistols each and Mimosa with a knife strapped to her upper arm like always, they walk the long winding path.

The stars are bright and yellow as fresh butter, the sky as dark as a stagnant creek. The clouds stream through the night like ribbons, like stray belts scattered with bullet shells and their footsteps are both heavy and silent.

“Never a thought for stealth, huh.”, says Mimosa flatly, her senses on high alert as her eyes rove over the scenery as they near an old field with nothing but the burnt out shell of an old barn left standing.

“Don’t need stealth here.”, was Mimi’s angry and muted response, “I’m, quite frankly, the most dangerous damn thing alive at this hour aside from MAYBE Birdy and Papacyc.”

“Why do you call him that.”

“Call who what?”

“Whirl. Why do you call him Birdy of all things?”

“When I was little, back on the Trion- Well. All I had was Si-si and the crew. So I had Pop-pop Kup, Uncle Spring, Papaspin and Twistdad. And, well. Uncle Birdy.”

“Huh. He raised you on the ship, then?”

“For a gentle use of the word RAISED, I guess.”, said Mimi with a shrug, “Whirl had funny pins on his old dress jacket, looked like bird wings to me since I didn’t have my glasses yet so... I called him Uncle Birdy. What about you? Don’t you have any names for your Percy’s crew?”

“...I didn’t have the crew.”

“Oh, right. You had, uh, well-”

“I called Prowl Papa.”, said Mimosa quietly, “He raised me til I was old enough to be enrolled in the Youth Training Academy facility.”

“...Then what?”

“Next time I saw him, he was sir, I was soldier. But sometimes, when it was just him giving me a lone assignment, I called him Dad. Closest I had to family until, well. Now I guess.”

“Explains why you’re kinda awkward around your siblings.”

“It’s a hard adjustment. They went from being my squad to my family; and I’m not good at having... family.”, she continued, “There was no watching their milestones or kissing their booboos or any of that horseshit. I had one job- Make sure they could never be broken like I realized I was. And to make sure they weren’t experimented on like the other batchkids.”

“Well, at least you got the instinct for it- hey, what’s that?”

Mimosa perked up, pulling a pistol free and aiming cautiously as she slowed down to a near crawl.

The cotton white puff poking free from the grass barely moved- shifted only by the cold wind beginning to pick up.

“Oh... Oh my god, dude, double I think that’s Pulsar!”

They both ran forward, sliding in the gravel of the road just a little before they knelt down next to him. Mimi winced heavily, looking him over.

“Good god... He must have run or wandered for miles, look at his feet. Comm service is dead out here, one of us needs to run back for info.”

“Get running.”, said Mimosa, feeling something pull in her chest at the dirty white hair and the closed eyes, “My legs are still weak, and the prosthetics I’m in aren’t steady enough to run that far as fast as we need to. So get running, I have a flaregun in my hipcase.”

Mimi paused, looking at the toddler trembling and limp on the ground before nodding sharply.

“...Try to warm him, and support his head when you... need to.”

Mimosa nodded before hearing the thud of Mimi’s running footsteps carrying her away. 

The wind blows cold, and Pulsar comes to just a little.

“B-Baaaaaaaaabaaaaaaaaaa...”, he whines out, tears beginning to roll.

[An old memory surfaces- Mimosa is barely old enough to walk, her home is dim and the Caretaker nowhere to be found. She reaches out into the shadows- the reflections of the hab’s ceiling tiles flicker like starlight, and she grabs at nothing with her hand.

‘PAPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-’, she wails, green eyes leaking heavy tears like spring rain and starts to hiccup and sob when there’s no answer, until there is.

‘Sssssssh... Papa’s here.’, says the gentle voice of the man she still loved as her father though he hurt her so gravely, ‘Papa’s here, don’t cry my little one. Come here now.’

He holds her tight, he smells of incense and cigars. The tiles shimmer through her tears and she curls her hands in his shirt.]

“B-Babaaaaa-!”

“Ssssssh, shshshs, hey now. Hey.”

When had her voice become so gentle. When had her words stopped hurting to grate out like razors in her throat.

She lays a hand on Pulsar’s arm, and it’s freezing to the touch. She pulls away, worrying her lip for a moment before swearing under her breath at this strange bout of softness, protectiveness- oh, how seeing her squad as siblings had softened her.

She hoped, deep down, it stayed that way.

“Hey now, sssssshshshshsh- I’m here. Mimosa’s here now kid.”

“Mimsa...?”, he mumbles, opening his galaxy eyes and blinking out of time as he coughs, “Mimsaaaaaaaaa-”

Her heart, oh how it aches! Oh how it breaks, as she sees the little one’s white hair and remembers her own as the dye fades a little more every day and she pulls her jacket off without thinking for a moment.

The wind blows, it howls at her and this little boy who did nothing wrong beside exist and be loved and she wonders if maybe, just maybe-

Maybe if she chases away the blue from little fingers and toes then the little girl all those years ago might feel the warmth she deserved, too.

Mimosa was born cold, in more ways than one.

Her heart aches. Her heart breaks.

She wraps Pulsar in her old military jacket, the one Prowl gave her when she started the academy that she still didn’t quite fill out; she wraps him in her jacket and sits down in the gravel as she lifts him carefully from his bed of wildflowers and anguish into her lap.

She tucks him close, hands used to weapons closing around tiny toes to warm them slowly with rough palms like tiger’s paws.

She rocks him, side to side, reaching into her hipcase and pulling out an old flaregun- nearly antique but still useful.

She aims up, holding him close and curling over him to shield from noise and light and fires it straight up. He opens his eyes again when she moves, looking up in wonder at the flying glow.

His hand curls into her shirt. His eyes shine through tears.

The flaregun is put away and her arms adjust him to perch him on her hip so she can situate her shirt to cover his bare and dirt feet- cold against her skin- and she begins to trudge back.

Her legs creak. So does her throat form the lump in it as Pulsar buries his cold little face against her neck and lets his tears free.

“M’zissa in badplace.”, he mumbles.

“I know, li’l one.”, she answers, “We’ll get her back.”

“P’omise?”

“...Yeah, I promise.”, she says quietly, adjusting him on her hip again, “Now let’s go home; you’re like a little snowball.”

They walked for a while until they saw it- lights, flashlights and familiar faces and Mimosa held tighter to Pulsar as she narrowed her eyes- knowing they reflected the light just so, just enough to be unnerving.

“Mimosa, darling oh goodness when Mimi ran back I thought the worst had happened-”

Percy hugged his daughter tight, before gasping when Pulsar huffed and sneezed, “Oh my god.... You two found him.”

“Yes, over by the edge of the field, he must have been running, or, well. Toddling for a long time. His feet are all dirty and sliced up by burrs and the thick grass.”

“Oh my goodness. Oh, the poor dear, here hand him to me-”

“No.”

Mimosa winced. It was meant to come out as a statement, a near command. Like she had control, like she had some semblance of the Something that made her special once but... It came out so. Small. She held tighter to Pulsar, who in turn clung tighter to her shirt and stared in little fear out from where he buried his face against her neck.

Percy felt his chest get heavy, and smiled when he noticed the pale roots of Mimosa’s dyed hair.

“...Actually, I think it would be best for you to carry him home. Come along, let’s get out of this chill.”

He took a few quick steps, getting out in front of Mimosa and waving in the direction of the beams of light and Mimosa could make out the bright red hair of her other parent.

She let herself be weak, for just a moment- she wondered if it was Pulsar she comforted with the tight hug and kiss to the top of a messy head...

Or a little girl with once bright green eyes; who wore little green rainboots on a Praxian balcony during a storm.

[quill-and-chalk]

I predict TOH Season 2b even though I’ve only seen 3 episodes so far

Hello I figured this would be a fun little game to play. I didn’t watch season 2b as it aired because I was focused mostly on school and other stuff going on so I am going to be binging it tonight. I have only seen up to like the 3rd episode and have only seen light spoilers so I figured it would be fun for me to predict the rest of this season and we can see how wrong I am in about… 3-4 hours. I will be going by introduced arcs/arcs I remember soo if something new has popped up then I definitely won’t cover that. Anyways I’m gonna go ahead and make a fool of myself.

Kings family Arc

This poor poor man has gotta find his mysterious relative at some point right? Like they wouldn’t leave that plot hook hanging there for THAT long right? I predict that someone from his family (not necessarily his dad. It could be an uncle or something.) shows up and then King has to decide between his family by choice and his family by blood yada yada yada. One things I will add onto this is that I believe his lost family member will teach him how to use his powers better. Annndd that’s like all I got for him.

Raine’s whole being controlled by plant mom™️ Arc

I hope Raine gets better GOD I hope they get better. Based on the fan stuff I have seen people have been focusing a lot on the school experience of Eda, Raine, and Lilith, and that makes me think at some point (hopefully when Raine gets freed from a freaky version of poison ivy) they all talk about or revisit their past. Idk how Raine gets freed but honestly I’m gonna make two bets and it’s either A.) They get freed just seconds too late and the whole worlds merging thing has already happened or B.) They get freed and now Belos has to find a replacement and that’s WORSE. Also this is sad but I assumed even after they are saved they at MAX just blush furiously around Eda. Raineda is just S1 Lumity for the rest of the season and tbh I would be willing to bet money on that.

Eda’s Magic Arc (or should I say lack of magic)

Gonna be honest I think Eda gets her magic back. I think Lilith probably comes up with a plan to save it BUT I also think Eda learns how to work with glyphs and debates whether she even wants to go through that process. Speaking of Lilith based on fan reactions my guess is that her Mom is not the evil backstabbing woman I thought she was… which I sad I really liked that theory but apparently this season had enough sadness with out that soooo ya. Not much to say about this but one out there theory I have is that in like … the finale or something, Eda like regains her full powers and goes apeshit on some one. I only give this prediction a 50/50 shot of happening.

Hunter… also known as Zuko 2.0 arc

Damn y’all really like this boy. Like seriously I know he is sympathetic but it seemed like in the span of 2 week everyone went from ‘Ya he is a sympathetic character and I hope he gets a redemption but he is really morally gray right now’ to ‘OH MY GOD THIS BOY! HE IS SO ME! I LOVE HIM! NO ONE HURT HIM!’ So that was interesting. My guess is that it’s revealed that whole Belos is connected to the brothers theory is true BUT and here me out. Belos is just one clone/magical being in like.. A LONG line of clones/magical beings made from one of the original brothers and Hunter is like supposed to take up Belos’ mantle and therefore inorder to ‘prepare’ him that man decided he was going to gaslight-gatekeep-and-trauma all over hunters childhood. Is that theory out there…. Yes…. But honestly so were all the pre-S2B theories about Hunter so don’t judge me.

Crack Prediction about Willow and Gus

I want Gus and Willow (and Amity if she wants too) to lead a secret rebellion. Please I got a taste of it in S1 finale and now I want the full meal. Literally I would give up EVERYTHING if I am right but I just know I am not. I mean Willow and Gus are such overlooked powerhouses it’s insane and I feel like and arc like this would be suited for them so I am just hoping it happens. Or honestly for them to do anything cool.

Go on and tell me how wrong I am because I won’t be looking at tumblr until I finish the show. I might live blog it’s but only if something insane happens. I WILL be spamming my feed with all the fan content I have missed though once I am done. So yea.

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Your Perfect Little Bubble

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader

Word Count: ~1.5k

Warnings: fluff, dad!sam fluff, minor angst

Request by anon: What about a Sam x reader where Sam and R are sleeping and their young child comes in because of a nightmare and wakes up reader wanting to sleep with their parents. With the lines “ ok, just don’t wake daddy up.” And Sam replies “Too late” Just domestic fluff! There just needs to be more Dad!Sam

Summary: Your little boy has a nightmare in the middle of the night and tells you about it.

nose kisses (2020 card) and child au (2021 card) for @spnfluffbingo​

family for @spntfwbingo​

domestic au for @spngenrebingo​

Author’s Note: I know this was requested a long time ago. Sorry this is just now coming out. This is unbeta’d and all mistakes are mine. If you have any requests, please send them in!

Having kids was never something you saw for yourself until you met Sam. Being truly happy with your life was never possible for you until you met Sam. You never saw having the things you have now until you met Sam. Everything happened when you met him, and you owe him your life--to try and pay back everything he gave to you. Ten years ago, if someone asked you what you would be doing with your life, it would certainly not be this.

Your eccentric five-year-old baby boy is full of life and is curious about everything. He has an eye for the good, to see what others can’t. When you found out you were pregnant, you refused to raise him the way John did with his boys. John shut his kids out unless he needed them, and even then, it was touch-and-go. Not with Dylan, no, you wanted to be different than the rest.

Dean has always said hunters aren't kids, but you’re doing a pretty damn good job at allowing your baby boy be a kid for as long as he can. He knows what’s out there because you decided to have the talk with him in the form of stories. Instead of just shoving him into the life and forcing him to deal with it like John did, you tell stories of vampires, djinns, angels, demons, and everything in between. With stories, you can show him it’s not that scary, and with hunter parents like Sam and Dean, it’s not.

The Bunker isn’t an ideal place to raise a child, but Dylan made sure to turn this place into his own personal playground. The two rooms you merged to make his playroom is just covered with toys. Whenever he had a birthday, Sam, Dean, and even Castiel would spoil him with lots of presents, so the Bunker is just littered with them.

You don’t mind much since it makes him so happy to get gifts. He’s not spoiled in a bad way--he always says please and thank you, and he is very grateful for what he gets. You don’t think you could have raised a better son, and there are still thirteen more years to go. You let Dylan play in his playroom after dinner, so when you enter the room to get him, a smile grows on your face.

He fell asleep while playing with the present Jack gave him--Marvelous Marvin the Talking Teddy. He also has one, and they play a lot together with them. You think it’s sweet how much your son grew to love Jack. They are close in age, so it makes sense that they would get along the best.

You walk over to your little man and pick him up gently, careful not to wake him up. His head rolls to rest on your chest, and you carry him to his room. He decorated it all on his own with the help of his father. There are stars and planets painted on the wall since he loves Toy Story and Buzz Lightyear and everything that has to do with space. You lay him in his bed and tuck him up, kissing him on the head when you’re finished.

Sam and Dean had just gotten back from a tough hunt, so to give your husband some time to settle into bed and go to sleep, you figured you would clean Dylan’s playroom first. If you were to go to bed now, and Sam was only half-asleep, he would wake as soon as you got into the bed. Years of being a hunter made him accustomed to being a light sleeper.

You tidy up Dylan’s playroom, putting the toys where they belong. Inside the room is a little table in the corner that is used for arts and crafts that he loves using. Today, him and Jack were painting some of the Toy Story characters. Your son’s paintings aren’t that great with Jack not that far behind him, but they had fun while doing it. You take the pictures and hang them in the designated spot that’s used to hang all the pictures that Dylan makes. Once they dry, he picks his favorite ones and you throw the rest of them away. The ones he picks go into a big photo album that he can look through when he’s older.

Once the room is cleaner, you head back to your shared room with Sam. You can hear his soft snores from his side of the bed, so you know he is fast asleep. You’re quiet as you change into your pajamas, and you slide into bed gently. Sam turns over so he's facing you, and in his sleep, he reaches out for you. You cuddle into his side, acting as the “little spoon”. His big arms wrap around your waist as his head buries itself into the crook of your neck.

If you could stay like this forever, you would. Immediately, you drift off to sleep knowing everyone inside the Bunker is safe and sound. You’re not sure when you wake up next, but you know it’s not morning. It’s not your alarm telling you that you two needed to get up to do your morning run. It’s not the smell of coffee coming from the kitchen that Jack loves to make since he barely sleeps. No, something much more innocent and vulnerable wakes you.

“Mommy,” Dylan whispers, shaking your shoulder.

“What is it, baby? Are you okay?” you whisper and turn on the lamp next to your bed on the lowest setting so it doesn’t wake Sam up.

“I had a nightmare.”

“Come here,” you say and pat the area between you and Sam.

Sam had managed to scoot as far as possible away from you during the night, so there is plenty of room for Dylan to crawl in without waking his father. He settles in next to you, and you push his long hair away from his face. He is growing more to look like Sam every single day. He refuses to cut his hair claiming he wants to look like Daddy.

“Tell me about your nightmare, sweetheart. Just don’t wake Daddy up.”

“Too late,” Sam grumbles and flips to face you two. “What’s going on?”

“Dylan had a nightmare. He was just going to tell me about it.”

“Alright, buddy, we’re all ears. We’re listening,” Sam yawns.

“I had a nightmare about you and Daddy. You were killed by a monster and you left me all alone,” Dylan sighs.

You look at Sam knowingly, and that little story causes him to become more alert. You’re not a hunter anymore--not since you found out you were pregnant. You’re a stay-at-home mom while Sam and Dean go out and fight the monsters. You help when you can from the Bunker, but you don’t go out anymore. This isn’t your department anymore, so Sam takes over. He grabs Dylan by the waist and plops him on his elated legs so that he’s resting his back on them.

“Listen, Dylan, your mom and I aren’t going to die. I know it’s scary, okay? Believe me, I was once your age thinking the same thing about my dad. It was scary for me not knowing if he was ever going to come home, but it doesn’t have to be like that for you. Your uncle and I will always make it home to you and your mom. You have Uncle Jack and Cas here to protect you. They’re angels, so if I’m ever hurt, they can fix me right up. You won’t ever have to be alone.”

“Your daddy’s right, baby. Monsters are scary, okay? Monsters can hurt a lot of people, but your daddy and your uncle go out and kill the bad people so that the good people can be happy. Just like in your stories,” you add with a smile.

“Okay,” he nods, believing every word you and Sam say.

“You want to show your mom what we’ve been working on?” Sam asks with a smile, and that seems to brighten up your son.

“Yeah!”

He and Sam have been working on a secret handshake that only the two of them know. It puts a smile on your face to know that your son has this to fall back on. When he’s scared or alone, he can think back to times like these to feel better. When they are done, Dylan squeals in happiness when Sam bear-hugs him.

“That’s pretty cool,” you beam.

“Are you feeling much better?”

“Yes, Daddy,” Dylan smiles widely.

“Do you want to sleep in here with us?” you ask.

Dylan nods, and Sam puts him back where he was before. Dylan snuggles underneath the blanket and passes the fuck out. When you know he is fast asleep, you look at Sam with a loving smile.

“We did a good job with this one,” you say.

“We should have another one,” Sam whispers.

“I’d love nothing more.”

You lean closer to him and rub your nose against him to give him some Eskimo kisses before kissing him on the lips. It’s slow and sensual, but nothing short of loving. You pull away and cuddle into him with Dylan in between you two.

Your perfect little family all wrapped up in a perfect little bow.

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[rukanrin]

Hello! Can I request dmc crew + Nero x fallen angel!Male!Traumatized!Reader? Crew’s(and Nero’s) reaction that their old friend is fallen angel and gets trauma when he falls. (Probably Dante used flirt like ‘did you fall from the heaven?’and triggers reader’s trauma). And reader encouraged himself to show them his scars in his back where used to be his wings (maybe a few feathers are growing there)

Fallen from grace---DMC Crew + Nero x Male Fallen Angel Reader

Sure thing! I like the mini backstory, it helped a lot while writing this,i hope you like it! -Ruka ----------------- its been weeks since you ended up here,cast out from your home,fallen down onto this city,which ironically erupted into chaos before you fell,now you were living on the edge,loosing sleep because you knew there were demons lurking behind each corner,you hadn’t eaten or drank much,the only food being from the broken down shops and rain water,you had to keep moving,you met a group of skilled demon hunters before the incident,there was Dante,Vergil,Nero,Lady,Trish and Nico,all of them skilled in their own ways you were informed they settled in an office in Redgrave city,the place you were scavenging now You had nearly lost hope,if it wasn’t for the speeding truck nearly hitting you,you stood paralyzed,before you heard two voices  “where did you learn how to drive?!” “sorry! sheesh,there was a survivor on the road jackass!”  Was it....could it be them? Your thoughts were confirmed when you saw the two figures,first one with short,snow white hair,a mechanical arm and his iconic blue jacket with a red shirt,the other one with long,curly brown hair,cowboy style boots and a tiny yellow and white ‘shirt’ if you can even call it one. “Hey are you.....(Y/N)?.....is....is that you?“ Nero questioned,he hadn’t seen you for quite some time,you changed but only a bit,not giving us such a cheerful aura compared to last time,”Yes its him,you want me to make you a pair of glasses or what big guy?“ Nico teased,they both knew very well it was you,but it was just instinct to ask such questions “Yes,its me Nero“ You gave him a soft smile,hugging your shoulders to provide some warmth “how ‘bout we get you in the office?You look like shit in this condition“ The ‘artist’ suggested, but you knew under all that attitude and cussing,she dearly cared for everyone.It didn’t take long for you to be sitting on the couch in the middle of the van,catching up to date with the events that happened here,and occasional yelling at nico to drive properly,but he hadn’t changed a bit,except for the fact hes a little bit more carefree after letting kyrie go due to complications with the job and family,it seemed like nero had perfectly planned out and timed this conversation,because by the time he finished,nico pulled up,nearly crashing into the office,but pulled up none the less,greeted by a very hyped up Dante and embarrassed Vergil. It took some time to get you proper clothes,borrowing from both Nero and Dante, since you didn’t really want to face Vergil if you accidentally ruined his garments,followed by a casual talk about the state of the city and missions,that was until Dante had the nerve to flirt with you,”Did you fall from heaven?cause damn you’re an angel” everything went silent for you,the anxiety hitting you hard on the chest,he didn’t mean it,of course he didn’t know,but it brought back snippets of those memories,the guards dragging you out,the pain of having your wings cut off,it was all too much,causing you to slightly curl up,hands on the back of your head,it wasn’t until Vergil shook you a good couple times for you to snap out of it,silently embracing you,”Look at what you have caused,scum” He spat at his sibling,who was trying his best not to freak out after noticing what he had done wrong.“Dante,it’s ok now,i swear,i just don’t like to bring it up“ You mumbled to the demon hunter for the fifth time, “But i was being a-“ “yes you were being an absolute dickhead” Nero cut off his uncle,who flipped him off quickly before finishing off his essay apology to you,then an idea popped up...maybe you could show them the scars?...”Its fine...this may not be the right time but...would you like the see my scars?” You asked,awkwardly looking away,but the knew actually didn’t think it was weird,especially Nico,since she was already running a hundred ideas of making mechanical wings for you,which surprised you,but none the less you were happy,you turned around,lifting the back of your shirt to show them,there was still a tiny bit of both

wings left,since heaven couldn’t risk cutting your back along with your wings,so there were two tiny bumps there,still having a few feathers on it,not for too long when you felt someone pull one of them out,hissing at the stinging “calm down ,calm down,I’m using it for research,to get you back up and flyin’“ Nico announced,before running off to her van outside.On the other hand,the last three members of the sparda bloodline kept gazing,comparing what position yours were in compared to theirs. At least they accepted you,they didn’t throw you out because you did something wrong for the good of someone else...

[blueaura]

Lost and Found Ch. 8

A/N: Hello again! This chapter is a little shorter than the last couple of chapters but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. Thank you for the feedback on the last chapter, it means a lot. Also, I’m making a seperate tag list for people who would like to be tagged in all of my supernatural stuff (one shots, dabbles, other series etc.), so let me know if you want to get on that. Also, Also - if any of you have any requests for one-shots or the like, I’d love to do that. Thanks to everyone who’s read and re-blogged it this far. As always, any tips and suggestions are welcome. Feedback would be amazing. Thank you and happy reading!

Summary: Sam and Dean meet a young hunter who is a little rough around the edges and they reluctantly take her under their wing. But she might be a little more connected to them that any of them realise. 

Word Count: 1.8k

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7

Chapter 8

To Dean it felt like it took forever.

He watched Cas’s hand glow as if he were healing her, not even daring to breathe. Sam stood beside his brother in support. Cas had his eyes closed in concentration. Dean was looking worriedly at Y/N but she didn’t look like she was in any pain. He trusted Cas with his life and knew he would never knowingly hurt Y/N, but worrying came naturally to him and he had to make sure she was safe. There was an instinct there that he was usually used to associating with just his brother.  

Cas had only wanted to see her soul but as soon as he put his hand on her, he was bombarded with her memories. Her thoughts, her pain, her experiences – they were so loud. He had never felt so crippled by a human mind before. He was surprised by the intense anger he felt on her behalf. The girl didn’t seem to harbour much anger herself – there simply wasn’t any place for it beneath the fear, uncertainty, loneliness and hurt. He saw her memories like he had once seen Dean’s when he pulled him out from hell. Once he was sucked in, he couldn’t get out until she let him even though he felt like he was somehow violating her privacy. But, if he ever had any doubt that there was a part of Dean Winchester in this girl, the burning determination underneath everything else would have been enough to remove it. Even without seeing her soul, shining as brightly as her father’s.

Y/N was expecting pain even after Cas assured her that there wouldn’t be any. What she was not expecting was the warmth. It felt like she was bundled in the softest blanket and nothing could hurt her as long as she stayed in the cocoon of that warmth. It was bright light and hope and love and like nothing she had ever felt before. She almost didn’t want to let it go but she could feel the sensation trying to pull away from her. She chased it until she couldn’t. She didn’t know how long had passed before she came back to Earth, so to speak.

Cas’s hand slid from her forehead down to her cheek momentarily.

“I’m sorry for the hard life you’ve had Y/N. You are truly an incredible human being and I vow to protect you to the best of my ability from here on. I shall not let any harm befall you.”

The intensity of his words surprised her but she didn’t say anything. Dean, on the other hand, balked at the words.

“Wait, what just happened?” he asked, looking from Cas to Y/N and back again.

“What’s with the vow of protection? Is this some kind of Twilight imprinting bullshit?!” Dean’s voice grew more hysterical with every word, making Y/N muffle a snort.

“Dude, why the hell do you even know what that is?” Sam asked incredulously. Dean ignored him in favour of glaring at his friend.

Cas turned away from Y/N to give Dean his best imitation of Sam’s bitchface.

“No, Dean. I didn’t imprint on your daughter. I can assure you I have no intention of mating with her,” Cas sarcastically dead-panned, which would have normally impressed and even amused Dean but his brain had stopped working at that moment.

Daughter. Daughter.

Fuck.

There was a ringing in his ears. He could hear Sam calling his name, could feel the weight of his hand shaking his shoulder, but everything was muffled – the only thing he could focus on was the fact that he had a fucking daughter.

Of course, he had known it was a possibility – that was the whole damn point of the angelic test, but now… it was real. He was a father. Just like that. In that moment – he fucking hated Sandra.

Sam would have loved to say that Dean reacted maturely and focused on Y/N and didn’t freak out at all, but father or not, he was still Dean Winchester. So, Sam wasn’t all that surprised when instead of making sure his daughter was alright, Dean stormed out in the direction of the shooting range, or so Sam assumed. He knew his brother and he knew that it was how he processed things. Working on his car or shooting stuff was Dean’s way of dealing with the news and Sam was just grateful that he didn’t choose to turn to the bottle instead.

He watched Dean walk off but instead of trying to reason with his brother, he turned towards the other person affected by the news. His niece (Holy shit, he had a niece) was frozen in place, her eyes not really focused on anything. Cas looked at him worriedly and Sam realised that Cas hadn’t meant to drop the news in such a way. He smiled at him reassuringly, and walked to where Y/N was still standing.

Instead of calling out to her, he gently guided her to the library and made her sit down on a chair. She didn’t react at her which didn’t necessarily surprise Sam but worried him nonetheless. Cas brought a glass of water from the kitchen and Sam quickly thanked him before setting it down on the table and kneeling in front of Y/N.

“Kiddo? Hey Y/N, are you alright?” he instinctively asked and winced. Of course, she wasn’t alright. Her entire world had just turned on its head.

“Y/N, you with me?” he tried instead.

She looked at him without really seeing him. He had to repeat the question a couple of times before he even saw a hint of acknowledgement in her eyes. He waited patiently until she finally shakily nodded her head.

Her throat was dry. She reached for the glass of water blindly. Sam quickly picked it up and placed it in her waiting hands, watching as she took small sips.

“Where’s…” she trailed off, sipping at the water again just to have something to do.

“Probably in the shooting range. He’s… processing. But I guess so are you,” he said uncertainly.

“You have a shooting range?” She was clearly avoiding the big elephant in the room, but Sam didn’t take the bait.

“I’ll show you later,” he dismissed the topic change expertly. “How are you holding up?”

“You mean after learning that my mother lied to me my entire life?” she spat out. Sam winced at the tone but ignored the hostility, only squeezing her shoulder in response. She deflated at the lack of a fight. He simply waited.

“I don’t know,” she said finally. “I wasn’t expecting… I know you were all but convinced but I wasn’t. San- my mother always gave me the impression that my father was dead. Until a few minutes ago, I didn’t even have distant relatives that I could call family. Now suddenly, I… I don’t know how to deal with that,” she said, frustration heavily lacing her voice.

Sam noticed the hesitation at her mother’s name and stored that little piece of information for later. His heart went out to her, it truly did.

“Look, I can’t even begin to imagine being in your position right now. Or Dean’s, for that matter. Hell, I’m still reeling from the fact that I have a niece, and I’m not even the one directly affected by this! So, I cant tell you how to feel or what to do. That’s up to you. What I can tell you is that you’re family now, Y/N. That word has way more weightage in this household than it probably does anywhere else. So, whatever you’re going through, you won’t be alone. I’m here, Cas is here and when he eventually gets over his little temper tantrum, Dean will be here too,” Sam smiled wryly.

Y/N chuckled a little even as emotion clogged her throat, shaking her head at Sam’s attempt at levity. She was suddenly pulled into the tightest hug by Sam, but this time she refused to cry. She’d had way too many breakdowns in the past few days and she’d ignore the stinging in her eyes and the burn in her throat if it was the last thing she did.

Instead, she sniffled into Sam’s plaid shirt, realising this was the second time in as many days that she was in this position. She chuckled at that, and instead of pulling away burrowed herself deeper into the comfort of the embrace.

Sam squeezed her tighter and kissed the top of her head. This was his niece. He was a fucking uncle! What did uncles even do? She was probably too old for toys. He also didn’t see much pranks in their future, at least for a little while. He could teach her he supposed. She clearly needed education and didn’t seem particularly thrilled about any form of formal institution. Yes, he would be the brainy uncle, who answered all the questions. He could do that.

Eventually, she pulled away. Seeing the hopeful expression on Sam’s face, she managed a weak smile at him, trying to tell him that she would be alright.

“I think I’m going to get some sleep and… process all of this. Let me know if De-Dean comes back soon,” she stumbled a little, not entirely sure what to call Dean anymore. Was ‘Dean’ inappropriate? It was way too soon for anything remotely in the ‘Dad’ ballpark. She put it away as a problem for later, not wanting to deal with the headache that accompanied thinking about her new family.

“Yea- yeah! No issues, kid. Get some rest. Dean will probably be a couple of hours. Cas already went to him earlier. He’s good at making Dean sort through things. I’ll probably head over there myself in a few,” he said assuredly.

“What’s up with that anyway?” she asked, her earlier curiosity making it harder for her to keep her mouth shut.

“What’s up with what?” Sam sounded confused.

“Cas and Dean?”

Understanding dawned on Sam’s face, immediately replaced with a look of long-suffering exasperation. Y/N giggled at that, making Sam smile subconsciously at the sound.

“If you ever figure it out, let me know,” he sighed and with a last kiss to her head, walked away.

Y/N shook her head and walked up to her room. She once again took stock of all the things that supposedly belonged to her. The mattress was the softest she’d ever slept on. She had her own freaking room. She had food to eat and clothes to wear and a couple of guys who cared more for her than what she thought she was worth.

Maybe, just maybe, this wasn’t so bad.

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A frog princess

This came from animalgirl2018.tumblr.com idea of the story, my Oc is Antheny. Here info is right here-https://www.quotev.com/story/13788344/Once-Upon-a-Dream

Just to clarify, Antheny is not a student but a gardener in Botanical Garden and was just helping Grimm and Yuu (Enma Yuuken) and ended it.

Anyway let's start the chaos. Also the Italic means thought

It was once a good day in Night Raven College, but now it's nothing but chaos and chase. Each of the 7 dorms are trying to catch a tiny green frog.

Ace-*wearing bright red suit and use boutique to knock her* damn it! I almost got her!

Deuce-*blue suit and tried to use the blazer as a net only to fail*damn it! She miss!

Trey-*wearing a green suit and tries to trap her in silver lid* damn it! Cater!

Cater-*wearing orange prince attire and duplicate himself but the fail* she's fast!

Riddle-*wearing red prince suit and held his pen* sorry about this Antheny! Off with your head!

Anthy dodge it as the lock hit a random student.

Random student-WHAT THE?!

Riddle-drat! She manage to dodge it!?

Cater-What do you expect, she's a half-witch.

Trey-and a fast one too.

Deuce-let's hope the others get her.

Ace-still we better get her! I mean, not to blow my own horn but I know we are all in love with her.

Deuce-say to the guy who just got friendzone with me and Riddle.

Ace-*Sarcastic laugh* haha fuck you.

Meanwhile, Anthy manage to hid herself in Botanical Garden as she tries to catch her breathe.

Anthy-*thoughts* How did this happen?! Grim just have to drop one bottle and now everyone wants to kiss me! I just want to get out of this body! And the only way is potion or... -blush- Nope! No way I am going to be kiss by them! I'm already been kiss by Sam and Crewel...and-

"Anthy~"

Anthy-oh God...

Anthy look out from the bush to see Ruggie in fairy gala attire while Jack is still in his uniform along Leona (his too lazy to get dress) as they search her. Her eyes is now in tears as she want to go home but her key necklace are back at Crowley room.

Ruggie-come out~ we won't bite~

Jack-Ruggie stop she's scarred.

Leona-true but you want to kiss her even she decline you...

Jack-that's because she didn't want Yuu to be angry!

Ruggie-and still want too kiss her~

Jack-oh yeah? What about you two?

Ruggie-I'll kiss her cause she's cute and Leona want her.

Leona-true and I want her before that monster gets her and make a bride to her.

Anthy hop to one flower bush to a another but before she got to the rose bush, a hand grab her...it was Vil in prince attire.

Vil-found you my dear~

Anthy-*internal screaming*

Rook-*wearing prince-hunter attire* you gave us quite a chase my dear petite~

Epel-*wearing a cute prince attire* we promise you, we won't scare you Anthy!

Anthy struggle to break free but it just got worse...

Ruggie-found her! She's been capture by Vil-senpai!

Leona-oh good...hand her over. -held out his hand-

Vil-oh Leona, you don't look good in that, you know? How could Anthy love you?

Anthy-Someone please kill me.

Leona made a tssk noise and change into a prince attire, Vil dramatic gasp.

Vil-how dare you trick me!

Leona-*smirk* now hand her over.

Epel-Never!!!

Anthy quickly got out from Vil grip, jumping onto his face making him squeal and into Rook head then Epel hat then hop off quick.

Leona/Vil-get that frog!!!

She manage to lost them as she got back to the college ground only to cause the attention of heartslabyul and now three dorms chase her as she finds a way to get rid of them and found one.

She got to the gym area were there she saw Grim and Yuu.

Grim-look it's Anthy, but why is she coming back he-

Yuu-oh shi-

And just like that, all three dorms made a collision crash into the two students as Anthy turn and saw that the two groan in pain. But she scamper off. Unaware, a bat saw the whole thing and fly off to tell his master.

-Potion room-

Anthy use her tongue as she pull the book from the shelf as it drop in front of her and began finding the potion to revert her back as human.

Anthy-no, no, where is it?! I need to be quick before-

"Oh little froggy~"

Anthy-oh sweet mary elizabeth...not him, anyone but him!!

She hid herself in messy books as she saw Jade and Flyod in twin set prince attire. Jade look through he bottles while Flyod look through the bookshelves.

Jade-don't be shy Anthy, we just want to kiss you~

Flyod-yes even Azul agreed to turn you back~

Anthy body is shaken and tears is filled up, why does it have to be them!? That's when the book that hid her is lifted, her eyes look up revealing Azul in army wear.

Azul-found you pearl~

Anthy quickly hop onto the desk and proceed hopping, dodging Jade but hitting Flyod with her tongue and out of the room. She quickly need a place to hide or anywhere that's when she saw Kalim charging towards wearing Arabian attire and holding a net.

Kalim-sorry about this Jewel! But you leave us no choice!

Ortho-Big sis!

Jamil-get her!!!

She could see Ortho behind and wearing star attire. While Jamil wore the fairy gala.

Ortho-so sorry!

Anthy nearly dodge them and the two made a collision crash to the Octanivelle. She scamper off another room, which is lecture room. Luckily no students and teachers are there.

Anthy-Oh God, Idia...Ortho I'm sorry...

She hid under the table of Mozus Trein as she whimper.

Anthy-I hurt them...it's my fault...

"It's not your fault dear~"

She look up to see Lilia hanging upside down, this made her back against the wall table as she is now shaking. Lilia wore a vampire outfit

Lilia-no where to run~

Anthy tears willed up and began to cry, as he pick her up and comfort her...only for her to use her tongue to grab the book and smash his face hard then scamper.

Lilia-*dizzy* wow...that's a heavy hit...-faints-

Anthy dodge Silver and Sebek who wore their dorm uniform and Malleus who is surprise and just finish one class from gym. She got to the main ground and once she did, she saw Ashton Vargas talking to the other adults.

Ashton-your telling me, Anthy turn into a frog!?

Crewel-yes and she's causing more trouble!

Sam-*sees her* there's she is-

She jump inside Ashton, this made him scream like a little girl and began shaking himself.

Ashton-GET HER OFF OF ME!!!

Anthy-sorry!

She jump off and about to hop only for a black and white cat finally capture her. Ashton fainted

"Good job Lucius..."

Mozus Trein pick up Anthy who wanted to die but finally fell asleep in his arms. He kiss her top of head, and just like that she turn back into herself wearing a princess dress

Sam-woah! I thought it would be prince! But I guess it's not just true love or any romantic...but rather a love from her uncle..

Crewel-I'm jealous here.

Lucius-meow...

Anthy-t-thanks uncle...

Mozus-your welcome dear...although the dress is too revealing..

His uncle side is kicking in as he glare at the two as Crewel hand her a fur coat to cover herself while Sam look away, the remain students (except Idia and Malleus) halt and saw her in dress.

Leona-well damn...

Mozus-Anthy, can you go to headmaster Crowley?

Anthy-*nodded*

Mozus-*put her down* good..-crack his knucles-

Ace-ah shit! RUUUNN!!!!!

[rachetmath]

Scenarios in which jaunes coping mechanism for tragic events happening to him is smoking?

Jaune smokes only when he's not in the mood or has a problem. 1. Dealing with own his problems.

Jaune: *sigh* Why was not strong  enough?

2. Dealing with Ruby and friends

Ruby: Jaune, what should I have done differently?

Jaune: You could've told James the truth.

Ruby: But James was insane. Plus why you didn't you do it?

Jaune: Ruby I hate James because he's in Ozpin's inner circle. I've gotten to know your uncle but James never did crap for me. And I mean before we came to Atlas. I don't know him.

Yang: Jaune what should I do about Blake?

Jaune: I don't know, stop being Ren and just talk about your feelings instead of being Ironwood and Raven. Two hardass idiots who always bull shit and don't know when they are really making situation worse than needed.

Nora: Jaune, I don't know who I am without Ren.

Jaune: Woman. Your name is Nora Valkyrie. You like pancakes. You are strong.

Nora: I mean-

Jaune: Nora go read a book or something. Find what you like and dislike. It's that simple. You don't need Ren, in fact, now I'm surprised why you two are together at all.

Ren: Well-

Jaune: Ren, shut your want to be Ironwood lonely ass up. Talking about me cheating my way into Beacon, despite your years of training, your weren't ready to be a hunter. What did you expect was coming a vacation? Speaking of which, how many hunters have you seen, counting the ones who aren't dead?

Ren: Um...

Jaune: Exactly. Ren, even though I cheated, I survived pretty much everything, I know what my job is and even though I feel I'm not ready, guess what, it doesn't matter. Why? Cause Salem would have came regardless if we had our licenses or not. Basically, Ren, despite my lack of training, you are, right now, the most worthles display of a hunter. Grow up!

Ren: ... Okay.

Weiss: Jaune my younger brother is a stub-

Jaune: Are you serious? You two are in the same family! Just stop being Ice queen, sit with him and talk.

Oscar: Jaune, I want tell Ruby-

Jaune: What am I a therapist!?

3. When the situation gets worse. Jaune: *sigh*

4. Having to return to Argus after Atlas, now, knowing he has a lot of explaining to do his sister, even though she'll kill him regardless of his answer. Ruby: Come on. I'm sure Sapprhon will understand.

Jaune: *smoking right now while stressed* Crap-crap-crap-crap-crap, I am so screwed. She is going kill me.

Yang: No she won't. 

Terra: Yes she is.

Weiss: But-

Terra: Sweetie, Jaune is my favorite out of all of wife's siblings. Why? He accepted us when was twelve. I have watched him grow. He was at our wedding. And mind you he was the only Arc at our wedding. He provided us a baby. So, understand when I say I have seen their relationship take a few curve balls.

Blake: Can't he stay outside.

Terra: Not without Saphron, coming out with a vengeance. 

Jaune: No, I shall stand my ground. She will not break me.

Jaune knocks on the door.  And Saphron answers it. However, all the fear immediately came back after seeing Saphron with her hair missed up, crows feet on her face, pupils grew smaller and with a hammer in her hand.

Saphron: Hello, my loving, cute and lying ass dear brother. Welcome back.  

Jaune: Please let go of the hammer.

Saphron: Let me have a word with you.

Jaune: Okay but let me- *trys to run but Saphron catches him and throws him inside*

Saphron: Terra? *hands Adrian to her wife*

Terra: Yes dear. *grabs Adrian*

Terra then proceeds to sit on the stair case, covering Adrian's ears as the door close.

Ren: So...

Terra: 3. 2. 1.

Jaune: *screaming in agony*

Saphron: Boy, you must have lost your damn mind! First, you came to my house, not even to visit! Second, you and your friends almost destroyed the entire city! And now your telling me your involved on a mission of saving the world! What the hell!!?

Jaune: Okay I know you're mad but-  

Saphron: Mad doesn't begin to describe how pissed I am! Do you not know how worried was!!? 

Jaune: Saphron, please, I'm sorry. 

Saphron: Well I'm sorry too. Sorry cause I going to stick my foot in your ass! Come here!

RWBY, Ren and Nora were shocked to hear that. Oscar on the other hand, having memories of aunt and what she do to him if she finds out cruelled up in fear. Terra: Told you.

[bunnys-beetlejuice-blog]

time for another goofass take it easy nonsense fic chapter! you like ghouls and demons and weird family dynamics? come on in and have some fun! this is set in my BJ Deetz au, so Beetlejuice is a teen, adopted by the Deetz family. There, you're all set, go read.

There’s a moment where they’re all staring at each other, siblings and their sudden guest all in the know, or at least partially, about secrets the others are holding, and none of them seem sure what their first move should be. Then Emily comes up, and puts her hands on her children’s backs, and leads them to the front door. “Kids, this is your dad’s cousin, Ash. Ash is going to be staying with us for a few days,” she tells them. “Ash, this is BJ, and Lydia.” “Hi,” Lydia squirms. “What’s good?” BJ tries to look casual. Ash, for his part, doesn’t seem inclined to mention the very clear demonstration of magic BJ had pulled in front of him, hardly a few hours ago. “Good to finally, officially, meet you kids,” he says, and then sticks out a hand to shake. BJ takes it, is given a shake, and Ash tilts his head. “You run hot. Feeling sick, BJ?” “Nah, just.. Always a little warm,” the demon pulls his hand back, and Emily smiles. “We’ll have dinner in a bit. Charles always cooks, he’s a great chef. Kids, can you show your uncle to the guest room?” She nudges them, and trapped by social convention and an inability to say no to Emily, BJ huffs, but nods. “Yeah, sure. Follow me, then.”

He’s so used to floating around the house that he has to really remind himself not to lift his legs and just levitate, like he normally does, and the feeling of his body physically trudging up the stairs is almost alien to him. Lydia, weird kid she is, scrambles up the stairs on all fours in front of them, and Ash follows dutifully behind them, as BJ leads him up to the second floor and then down the hall, to the guest room- the room across the hall from his own. He opens the door, gestures to it, and Ash steps in, looks around. “Well, it beats a motel six, that’s for god damn sure,” he says, setting his bag on the bed, and then he turns to look at the kids.

“So. Should we talk?” he quirks a brow. “Up here, where your parents can’t hear?” “Oh no, don’t tell me you’re a creepy kinda uncle,” BJ grimaces. “We’re family. Getchur head outta the gutter, kiddo. Now. That was some disappearing act you two pulled. Never seen anything like it, before.” “What can I say, I love illusions,” BJ tries. “M’gonna be the next Houdini.” “I bet. You wanna share how you did it?” “Magicians don’t reveal their secrets!” Lydia pipes up. The siblings are standing in the doorway, tense, as their newfound relative leans against one of the posters of the antique canopy bed frame. “That was a little more than stage magic. You learn to do that from the book?” Ash asks. BJ blinks. The monster hunter in front of them is still buying that he’s human. Okay.. okay. He can work with that. “Yeah, the book,” he agrees. “Pretty crazy, right?” “I’ve seen that book do wild things, but none of them ever good,” Ash tells them, arms crossed. “It might seem like a fun toy, giving you the ability to do stuff like that, but it’s like a snake, kid. It’s gonna turn on ya. Last thing I want is to have to ruin your daddy’s life by killing his two little treasures, when they get possessed and become deadites.”

BJ’s a little insulted on behalf of snakes, his aspect animal, but he understands the metaphor. Also, “You wouldn’t even hesitate?” he asks, and Ash shrugs. “I’ve taken out a lot of deadites. Once someone’s possessed, they don’t come back from it. No reason to go getting sentimental over who gets latched onto.” There’s a pain behind those hard dark eyes. “Don’t make me shoot the kid,” he nods to Lydia, who tries to match the cool guy vibe. “I’m not a kid, I’m eleven,” she argues, which doesn’t really help her case in the way she thinks it does. BJ puts a hand on her head. “No one’s doin’ anythin’ to Lydster,” he says, a growl in his gravelly voice, and Ash hardly reacts. “I’m tellin’ you, when this goes tits up, and it will, that I will be the one cleaning up the mess. And it’ll get a lot messier before it gets cleaner.” That doesn’t make much sense, but he gets the vibe uncle Ash is going for, at least.

“So if this book is so dangerous, why don’t you destroy it?” “You think I haven’t tried?” He sort of had assumed that, yes. “You can’t burn this thing, or drown it, or bury it. Whatever ancient evil powers it, doesn’t let it be destroyed. It’s humanity’s curse.” “You just sit around, practicin’ these kinda lines, or what?” “Funny. The book, BJ.”

BJ grimaces, but digs into his hoodie pocket, and impossibly, pulls an entire book out. Ash pauses, at that. “Wh-” BJ lifts the book, gives it another huff. The scent is a little addicting, honestly, but he passes it off to Ash, who takes it. “Got pretty cozy with this thing pretty fast,” the older man says. “You know it’s bound in human flesh, right?” Ooooh, that’s why it smells so good. Lydia, at least, has the sense to be disgusted. “Ewww, and I touched it,” she grimaces, and wipes her hands on BJ’s striped hoodie. “Guess th’ ink inside ain’t ink?” he asks, and Ash nods. “Human blood. Sort of cliche, but the ancient Sumerians weren’t askin’ me when they penned the damn thing, I guess.” Ooooh, again. No wonder he couldn’t read it. Ash finally takes a seat on the edge of the bed, and cracks the book open, thumbing through it. “Can you read what it says?” Lydia asks, curious, coming over to peer down at the book in Ash’s lap. “Sure!” and then a pause. “Well, not exactly, one hundred percent, all the way, no,” he admits. “I know a little, though.” “An’ you picked up ancient Sumerian where?” BJ asks, coming to stand behind Lydia. “I wouldn’t say I picked it up,” Ash avoids the question. “Just sort of learned enough through various means. My pronunciation is pretty good. I even remember most of the words.” That doesn’t instil a lot of confidence, but alright.

“Which passage did you read, to learn that teleportation trick?” Ash looks up at him, and BJ grimaces. “Uh, I dunno, it was.. In th’ middle, I think,” he lies, a bit poorly. Ash thumbs through the pages, and then pauses. “Wait, can you read ancient Sumerian?” He asks. BJ rubs at his neck. “I can speak enough Spanish to ask where a library is,” he says, and Ash squints. “Well then how the hell did it give you a weird demon power? You sure it was this book?” “Sure, I’m sure! This is only like, th’ third weird possessed demon book I’ve ever handled, it’s gonna be somethin’ in there that did it,” BJ says. “BJ is totally normal otherwise!” Lydia blurts. Smooth.

Ash closes the book, and stands. “Except that’s not true, is it?” Their uncle asks, studying the demon’s face. “Because in the alleyway, you pushed the power back. I’ve been chased through the woods by that thing, and I didn’t stand a chance. It was going to pounce, grab one of you, and you stopped it, somehow. And the deadite handed the Necronomicon over to you, when it’s goal was getting it away from me.” He takes a menacing step forward. The Deetz siblings take a collective step back. BJ’s got his hands on Lydia’s shoulders, and he maneuvers his kid sister behind him, quickly. “So what’s the deal, kid?” Uncle Ash’s glare is hard, and a little crazy. “Don’t go blowin’ smoke up my ass. I know when I’m being lied to.”

“Not immediately, which is pretty funny,” BJ says, and before they can argue, there’s a scream from downstairs. BJ scoops up Lydia, and Ash scoops up his green canvas duffle bag, and the two of them rush to the stairs, quickly, panic rising in BJ’s chest, because that scream? That’s Emily. you can read the rest right over HERE

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #821: Welcome Back to Smash Town (Super Smash Bros Ultimate)

5:54 p.m. Outside of the Smash Mansion......

Pyra: Rex!~ (Rushes Over to her Boyfriend)

Rex: Pyra!~ (Rushes to Pyra and Hugs Her Lovingly) You guys are back!

Pyra: (Hugs Rex Back Lovingly) That's right. And I am SOOO SORRY we left you in that mansion alone!

Rex: (Gives Pyra a Reassuring Smile on his Face) It's fine, Pyra. I know you it wasn't on purpose or anything. Plus, I managed to keep myself fairly busy around the mansion for a couple of days before Star Wolf arrived here yesterday. So it wasn't all bad. Ooh! And Mr. Caroso convinced me to write you love poem in Spanish! It's...not done yet, but I really hope you like it at least!

Pyra: (Giggles Softly) I'm sure I'll lobe every word of it, Rex. I'm glad you were you doing okay here.

Rex: Yeah. I'm pretty glad too in a way. But what about you, Pyra? Did you had a good time at Isle Defino?

Pyra: I did for the most part. We did quite a lot throughout the week: Eat out, have water balloons fights, sightseeing.....

Rex: Did the place have spas there as well?

Pyra: Yep. I went there myself and It was a nice experience. One of the Spa instructors was even kind enough to give me instructions on how to do a proper back massage. I can try giving you one someday if you like-

Rex: YES!.... I...I-I mean....Y-Yeah. Sure. (Chuckles Awkwardly While Blushing) I wouldn't mind having one at all if it's uh....(Makes his Way Inside the Mansion Along with Pyra) No problem with you, of course.

Pyra: (Giggles Softly at How Cute Rex is Being Right Now) Whatever you say, Rex~

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Samus: (Watches Ridley Tries to Flirt with Dark Samus From a Distance With Fox, Chun-Li, and Li-Fen) Never thought I would see the day when these two idiots are falling for one another.....

Fox: You think they'll be an item soon?

Samus: Probably. Highly doubt it'll last though.

Chun-Li: I wouldn't be so sure about that, Sammy. Anything is possible for those two if they really care that much about each other.

Li-Fen: Yeah. I think they're kind of cute together.

Samus: (Shrugs) Eh. Still not feeling it. I'm going inside-

Chun-Li: (Sudden Grabs Samus' Hand) Wait, Sammy! Before you go inside, do you wanna do something special tonight back at my place?....Just the two of us?

Samus: Yeah. I'm down. (Gives Chun-Li a Playful Smirk) What's the plan?~

Chun-Li: (Starts Blushing While Shyly Rubbing the Back of her Head Back and Forth) W-Well I...umm......

Chun-Li starts whispering the details into Samus' ear. It wasn't long before the Bounty Hunter's eyes begins to widened and cheeks starts blush in deep interesting and excitement.

Chun-Li/Samus: FOXY!!!!

Fox: (Gets Startled by the Sudden Yelling) What!? What is it?

Chun-Li: We're so sorry for asking you this out of the blue and all, but-

Samus: You mind taking care of Li-Fen for the night for us!?

Li-Fen: ('GASPS') A night with Uncle Foxy? (Happily Hugs Fox) Yay!~ Can you, Uncle Foxy?

Fox: Guys, we got back here a few minutes ago. Don't you it's bit too early for me babysit-

Samus/Chun-Li/Li-Fen: PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEE!?~

Fox: ('Sighs in Defeat') Okay. Okay. Fine. I'll look after her for the tonight. Happy?

Chun-Li: (Immediately Pulls Fox into a Hug) Thank you so much, Foxy!~ I'll be sure to make it up to you very soon. I promise!

Samus: (Ruffles the Top of Fox's Head with a Bright Smile) Same here, man. You can count on it.

Fox: (Starts Rolling his Eyes) Uh-huh. Just enjoy your date night already, alright?

Li-Fen: I hope you two have a great time together tonight!

Chun-Li: Thanks, honey. (Kiss the Top of Li-Fen's Forehead) Take good care of Uncle Foxy for us, okay?

Fox: Hey! I can take care of myself just fine-

Li-Fen: (Happily Salutes to her Mother) Yes, ma'am!

Fox: (Groans While Facepalming Himself)

Samus: Good on ya, kiddo. Now, in the meantime....(Whispers to Chun-Li's Ear) Take my ass to bed~

Chun-Li: (Giggles Softly While Carrying Samus in her Arms) Yes, ma'am~

Chun-Li/Samus: See you two in the morning!~ (Immediately Making Their Way to Chun-Li's Place)

Li-Fen: (Happily Wave Goodbye to the Couple) Bye, Mom! Bye Momma Samus! Have a goodnight!...Wait. (Turns Back to Fox) Why are they going to bed earlier? It's not even nighttime yet.

Fox: It's best not think about it too much, kiddo.

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Coco: (Hugs Tails Lovingly) Welcome back home, buddy~

Wave: (Ruffles the Top of Tails' Hair) Had a good time out there?

Tails: (Smiles Brightly) Yep! Besides mom and dad got arrested, it was great.

Coco: ('GASPS') Oh my gosh. Seriously!?

Waves: (Eyes Widened in Genuine Surprise) How did all of that happened?

Tails: It's... kind of a long story actually. But I'll tell you about it later. How have you girls been while I was away?

Coco: (Smiles Brightly Again) Pretty good. We started hanging out a few days.

Tails: Oh really?

Coco: Yep. We did quite a lot actually: Eat out, shopping, gaming, even watched a movie together.

Wave: Needless to way, it was....fairly decent for the most part.

Tails: That's great! So I guess that means you two are finally getting along now, huh?

Wave: (Shrugs) Yeah. I guess so....(Points at Coco) Still think she's annoying twerp though.

Coco: (Immediately Glares at Wave) Really? Even after making amends, you STILL wanna throw insults?

Wave: Hey, just because we tolerate each other now....(Crosses her Arms While Smirking at Coco) doesn't mean I'll ever stop thinking of you as one.

Coco: Oh yeah? Well, I still think you're an irritating, smart mouthed, know-it-all, and you don't see me blurting it out to you at the last second!

Wave: Doesn't change the fact that you already blurted it out, little miss Einstein.

Coco: Don't get smart with me, birdbrain!! And stop rolling your eyes everytime I talk to you!!

Wave: I can roll my eyes whenever I damn well please, twerp!

Tails: (Sighs as He Watches his Two Friends Arguing Back and Forth With One Another With a Bit of a Sheepish Smiles) It's good to be home....

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Rouge: (Squeals Happily at What is in Front of Her) Knuckie!~ What gotten you so dressed on and handsome this evening?~

Knuckles: (Wearing A Decent Looking Tuxedo) I wanna take you out on a date tonight. (Starts Blushing a Little) To celebrate your homecoming and junk....

Rouge: Oh honey~ (Gives Knuckles a Loving Hug) That's so sweet and romantic of you~ Thanks~ (Kiss Knuckles on the Cheek Before Pulling Away and Making her Way Inside the Mansion) I'll go change!

Knuckles: Wait. Right now? You're wearing a dress already.

Rouge: (Turns Back to Knuckles) This is a beach dress, Knuckie. It's obviously not as stunning compare to what you're wearing.

Knuckles: ('Tch') Pleased. You're already stunning enough as it is.

Rouge: (Giggles Softly Before Coming Back to Knuckles and Playful Pinching his Cheek) You're sweet~ But my mind's already made up. Gotta look my best every and then, you know?

Knuckles: ('Sigh') Fine. (Follow Rouge Inside the Mansion) Just don't take too long.

Rouge: Don't have your tie in a bunch, 'hon. We have all night.

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Kyoko: (Gasps Loudly at the Pianta Like Plushie Dark Pit Given Her) What are these!?~

Dark Pit: Your souvenirs. I think it's supposed to be some legendary hero of the island or whatever. Hope you guys like it.

Kyoko: Pitto-Kins, I will love and cherish this plushie for the rest of my life. (Happily Hugs her Plushie) Thank youuuuuuu!~

Misako: (Smiles Softly While Holding a Plushie of her Own) Yeah, babe. This is sweet. You didn't have to go out of your way to do this for us.

Dark Pit: (Shrugs) Eh. It wasn't a big deal. I thought about the two of you throughout the trip. So I decided to get you something nice. You guys have any plans ?

Misako: Other than seeing your cute face again, I'd say we're free for the most part. Why asked?

Dark Pit: Wanna go to the Hotsprings together? There's supposed to be one in town somewhere.

Kyoko: Oooh! You mean Troops Hotsprings? (Smiles Brightly) We can totally go there together!~

Dark Pit: Cool. You know where it is?

Misako: Yeah. It's a few miles, across the street from here. Pretty cheap for the most part.

Dark Pit: Bitchin' (Turns to Pit) Pit-Stain! If anyone ask, tell them I'll be at the Hotsprings. (Starts Walking Away With his Two Girlfriends)

Pit: 'Kay! Have fun! And don't fall asleep in the water like I did!

Misako: (Raised an Eyebrow in Confusion) Fall asleep in the water?

Dark Pit: I'll explain later.

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[elsanna-shenanigans]

June Contest Submission #4: Flash Point

Words: ca. 5,500 Setting: mAU Lemon: yes CW: swearing, alcohol consumption, mentions of hunting, weed, tobacco

Why was it so damn hot?

The Sun bore down with unusual cruelty, and the air was so heavy it felt damp against her skin, too thick to breathe, and if the dog at the other end of the leash she was holding’s panting was anything to go by, Anna was not alone in her feeling. They hadn’t even gone far, yet the Vizsla was pulling towards a shaded patch of grass and plopping down with a little whine. 

“I’m not carrying you home, so you better hurry before it gets really hot,” she grumbled. On the other hand she couldn’t exactly blame him. She’d spent the last five years studying abroad, two years in Oslo and three at Uppsala University. The Scandinavian Summers were comparatively cool and mild when contrasted to the hot, humid Summers so typical of the Eastern part of the North American continent. Her dog was born in Europe, and at the ripe old age of 3, had quite literally never known such high temperatures. 

“Tűz, fot!” 

The dog lifted his head to look at her then let out a noise of complaint before he got up and very slowly made his way to a heel position, looking forlorn. She chuckled a little at how dramatic he was being and gave him a gentle pat. 

“Duktig hund!“

A crown of dew formed around her temples and coated her shoulders and her neck. Given it was only 8:30 am, she dreaded to think what the rest of the day would be like. At least, she figured, her parents and the rest of her family likely wouldn’t want to leave the cool respite of the central AC.

She quickened her step at the prospect, hurrying back to the modest house her sister had began renting sometime after Anna had left for Europe. As much as she adored her parents, she’d been overjoyed when Elsa asked her to stay with her, and she’d been eager to make up for lost time. Of all the things she’d missed while studying, her older sister was what she’d missed most, leading her to question whether it was possible to be homesick for a person.

As she walked through the door, she found Elsa in the kitchen, frantically shoving a granola bar into her bag, along with a sandwich and some gatorade. Without looking up, she reached for her car keys and brushed passed Anna, only pausing briefly to kiss her forehead and mumble “good morning” which immediately drew a smile on Anna’s lips.

“Got everything?”

“Yeah I think I left most of Tűz’s stuff in the car.” 

“Alright, let’s go.” 

-x.x.x-

The drive to their parents place was a little over 20 minutes, but fortunately brought Elsa a little closer to the work errands she had ro run that day. Anna was a little bummed she wouldn’t be spending most of the day with her, but took comfort in the fact she’d come join them as soon as possible. Her eyes studied the edges of Elsa’s cheekbones, admiring her chiseled features, and the way the stray strands of blond escaping from her messy braid framed her face. Anna hoped that she had thought of applying sunscreen before leaving, though she somehow doubted it, given how hectic she’d been just before they’d left.

“Is it okay if I don’t take you all the way down?”

Pulled out of her reverie, it took her a moment to process the meaning of the question, until she remembered her older sister was referring to the downhill driveway that led to their parent’s house. 

“Oh sure! I forgot how tricky it is to turn around and come back up from there.” 

“How could you forget you very nearly wrecked the paint job on dad’s brand spanking new car?”

Anna cringed with embarrassment at the memory, but a reassuring ruffling of her hair cued her in on the affectionate nature of the teasing. The car stopped and Elsa turned to face her with a soft smile.

“I’ll try to be quick ok? I’ll text you as soon as I know when I can come meet you.”

“Okay, I’m pretty sure we aren’t going very far in this weather anyhow.”

The car’s thermometer indicated an outside temperature of 37°C at the moment and she had a sense the felt temperature would only get worse. She grimaced, until Elsa reached over to hug her. She twisted in her seat, reaching to embrace her, leaning in to give her a quick peck on the cheek, only to find they were both leaning in the same direction with the same idea. She readjusted, and so did Elsa, so they both course corrected once more, this time fully confident that she’d accomplish her task at hand. In their hurry to affectionately see each other off, the momentum they’d gained was too strong to brake, and somehow they both landed smack dab in the middle, their lips colliding in a soft peck.

Anna felt a little spark and let out a giggle, shared by Elsa who immediately looked up at the ceiling of her car, mortified, but unable to shake the wry smile of amusement. 

“Nothing like a little accidental incest to get your day going huh?”

She shook her head and reached up to tuck a strand of hair back behind Elsa’s ear, shrugging nonchalantly, genuinely amused because what else could you do at such a ridiculous situation? An accidental kiss, with her older sister warranted laughs, and she was sure the rest of the family would find it hilarious when she’d tell them.

“It’s just like that Folgers commercial: the best part of wakin’ up, is incest in your cup.” 

There was a glint of mischievous amusement in her eye, in spite of the sheepish grin, almost apologetic for what she had just said (rather than what she had done).

“Dear lord, Anna, just take your dog and go. At the very least this day can only improve as I’ve just hit rock bottom.” 

Doing as she was told, she got out of the car, retrieving her dog from the back seat along with their belongings before she turned to Elsa, offering her a bright smile, the hint of a smirk still lingering in amusement. 

“Bye, I love you, drive safely!” 

“I love you too, see you later.”

She watched as the car pulled back up to the top of the hill, waiting for it to disappear, just long enough to feel the weight of the heat begin to crush her, Sun searing her skin with eager malice. Anna turned to look downwards, recognizing the solar panels on either side of the roof, and the glass roof of the integrated green house. It felt so familiar to her, and as she walked towards it, it gave her a sense of comfort even if it no longer really was home. 

Subconsciously she reached up with her fingertips tracing her lower lip where the ghostly sensation of the peck crackled with electricity, forcing a little quirk of her mouth as the thought of it tickled her. How funny, she pondered, that she’d felt more from an accidental kiss with her sister than she’d had the last time she’d kissed someone. If that wasn’t the most obvious indicator of lack of chemistry, she didn’t know what was!

Knocking on the door she couldn’t wait to catch her parents up on this, tell them about the mishap, and couldn’t wait to see who amongst their relatives would have joined them for Anna’s welcoming home party. 

However, when her mother opened the door and embraced her tight, prompting excited tail wags and jumping from her dog, and asking her how she was, Anna found herself unable to speak it, suddenly second-guessing whether Elsa would appreciate her telling them, and wondering if it would come across as weird after all, rather than strictly funny. She couldn’t shake the feeling, and wasn’t sure why.

A while later, the moment had passed with relentless overthinking on her part and even still as she drank coffee and ate croissants with her mother, father, her uncle and her cousin, the sensation of the spark lingered on her lips, leaving her flustered with butterflies at the thought of her older sister’s mouth. 

That thought was soon cast aside however as her dog tried climbing into her lap which prompted her uncle to ask her about him.

“What kind of dog is that?”

Though the breed was becoming more prevalent in North America and increasingly popular with hunters it wasn’t quite as well spread in Canada as it was in the USA. 

“Tűz is a Vizsla.”

“Gesundheit.” 

She rolled her eyes, wanting to correct

“It’s a Hungarian Pointer breed. Pretty ancient, excellent and versatile gun dogs. I had him evaluated by a trainer in Sweden who said he was a natural bird dog. His name means ‘fire’, in Hungarian.” 

Even as she was listing out her boy’s illustrious origins she figured it likely sounded just the slightest bit improbable to her uncle Frederic, given how said majestic hunter was currently curled up in her lap with his front paws on her shoulders. 

“Huh. Y’know nothing beats a good Lab in my opinion but he sure is cute. He even looks like you, redhead and all!”

“Y’hear that? Uncle Fred thinks you’re cute! Don’t tell him you could outrun his lab in upland hunting any day.”

She turned to give her dog a little kiss on the cheek, but her mind immediately went back to the tingling she felt there, which seemed to amplify as she replayed the earlier moment with Elsa in her head, from start to finish. Her kopfkino was overshadowed with a much more pressing sense of dread however, when she heard her father’s warm voice cheerfully ask:

“Alright, who’s ready to rock and roll?” 

-x.x.x-

Though Anna had been distinctly less than thrilled at the prospect of going back out into the the fiery pits of hell her hometown had become, she took some consolation in the fact they were headed to her favourite, fully air conditioned lake front eatery. To sweeten the deal, Tűz had been so charming and well behaved, the staff didn’t question his coming in, and he immediately laid down under the table as he had been taught to do. 

The plan had been to eat first then head out to the beach for a swim. Of course no one had informed her prior so she hadn’t brought along a swimsuit, and she did her best to eat her lunch as slowly as possible. She’d failed to do the same with her drink though, the thirst was real and the long island iced tea was sweet. It had taken everything in her power not to text Elsa so as not to bother her (and avoid looking like the clingy younger sister she’d always worried she came across as). 

Trying to ignore her phone as she shared anecdotes and tidbits of her time spent overseas, she almost missed the notification from her older sister.

Hey, I’m close to finishing up here. Where did you guys end up going?

Mid-sentence, Anna interrupted herself to focus on typing back a quick response. 

We’re at The Captain’s Favourite, we’re almost done eating then we’re going swimming. Meet us at Faux Fjord Beach?

Awesome I’ll be there in about 15ish. Btw can you get me one of their Vodka Lemonade Slushies? Please and thank you! Can’t wait to get hammered on the beach and finally catch up with you ;* ( <- fully intentional, not accidental incest this time)

Anna blushed the slightest bit at the emoji, subconsciously biting her lip as it tingled again, and she giggled at the joke initially. At the very least, it was reassuring to know she hadn’t been the only one to think about their silly little incident this morning. 

Omg I forgot this place did frozen cocktails, that’s an amazing fucking idea. Same tho, can’t wait! See you soon <3 (not sure that’s legal)

“So Anna, are you going to tell us about your boyfriend?”

Her eyes shot up from her phone to find her cousin Rapunzel with an eyebrow quirked and a knowing smirk, along with the rest of her family looking at her expectantly.

“My what?”

“Girlfriend? Whoever that was that just texted you! Clearly you’ve been holding out on us because dang girl, you’ve got it bad.”

Anna stifled the urge to grab her glass of water and toss it at her cousin’s face, force of habit from their youthful roughhousing days. The cycle of merciless teasing and correspondent indignation was just as part of being home as the rest. 

“Chrissake no that was Elsa! I was laughing at one of her stupid jokes, she was asking where to meet us.” 

Unimpressed green eyes looked at her with skepticism, unconvinced that Anna was telling the truth. Her first impulse was to show her the text exchange to prove it, but she then realized that the out of context inside joke would land with the current audience. 

“C’mon, the girlish giggling? The lip biting? The blushing?”

Her ears felt hot and a flash of defensiveness flared up within her but she exerted just enough self-control not to throw herself into an argument about wrongful perception. Instead she pointedly ignored that line of questioning and relayed her older sister’s message to the rest of their family.

“She said she’d be here in 15 minutes, and I told her to meet us down by the beach.” 

A familiar, warm, curious little head poked out from under the table, golden eyes round and hopeful.

“I said beach, not bitch.”

Laughter erupted around her and she let out a quiet sigh of relief under her breath, patting her dog softly as she leaned backwards sinking into the booth seat. 

-x.x.x-

Anna was looking out at the water with a slightly forlorn expression, watching her dog swim out to her folks, then back to the shore on a loop of manic joy, wishing she could join them. Alas, with no bathing suit the best she could do was tie up her tank top, sitting in her daisy dukes under the sunshade, though she licked her wounds by sipping on the Bourbon Peach Lemonade Slushie she’d ordered. 

When a pair of arms embraced her from behind, nonchalantly sliding over her shoulders she immediately perked up at the recognition of the familiar scent that accompanied them. Before she could say anything however, Elsa was kissing the side of her cheek (successfully this time), and her heart skipped a beat as she smiled in response.

“Hey, didn’t feel like swimming?”

Anna turned to look as her sister sat down beside her, scooting into the shade, though not before her eye had caught sight of the dew on her skin betraying the heat. It was a little nicer on the lake, a pleasant breeze kept it from feeling completely unbearable, but still it would have been so much better if she could’ve gone swimming.

“No one informed me either, remember? Didn’t bring my bathing suit.” 

Reaching for Elsa’s drink which she managed to time almost perfectly before her arrival, she handed it over and took another sip from her own, her ears twitching slightly at the sound of the crushed ice compacting with the liquid. 

“Thanks,” was the murmured acknowledgement.

“Guess that means you’re stuck drinking with me.”

Her sister reached up to ruffle her auburn hair affectionately and Anna raised her mason jar with a smug little smirk showing that she was already well under way. 

“Way ahead of you, you’re gonna be playing catch up now.” 

“Hm is that a challenge or a warning?” 

Elsa’s tone sounded playful but her polarized aviator-style sunglasses hid the extent of her expression, making it somewhat unreadable. Anna shrugged, starting.

“Well if you aren’t a coward, it’s- ah!” 

She shrieked as she felt sharp, cutting cold against her bared shoulder. Glancing over, she saw that Elsa had pressed her still perfectly icy lemonade against her skin, amusement curling her mouth as she took her first gulp through the bendy straw. Anna’s resent at the sudden cold melted like… well, snow in the sun as she noted the genuine mirth in her sister’s mischievous gesture and the way her perfect, bow-shaped lips wrapped around the straw.

“Don’t get cocky, getting hammered was my idea remember? I’m gonna see it through.” 

Anna had scoffed but been unable to respond anything right away, instead distracted by the way the unruly strands of platinum that pried themselves loose from Elsa’s braid either floated softly, or stuck to the gentle sheen of her neck. Unable to resist the urge to try and tuck them back at times, it earned her an easy, quick smile whenever she did.

They’d remained mostly in comfortable silence, Anna stealing glances at Elsa’s exquisite face, trying to guess her expression behind the glasses she wore, studying how much she had changed, and it what was she was still identical to the way she remembered her. She wondered if her older sister was in any way aware of the stunning beauty she was. 

If they spoke, it was with a mixture of familiarity and uncertainty, like they were both re-learning to speak each other’s language without having ever really left one another. In truth, even before she’d gone to study abroad, It hadn’t always been easy for Anna to read her older sister, penetrate through the wall of ice she guarded herself with. And yet, she had never felt like she was being treated with anything besides love and tenderness. She relished in the small touches, the tactile displays of adoration she had missed so dearly from her and marvelled at how ravishing and confident she managed to look with such a simple and laidback style. The ripped jeans, beater-boy tank top and the shades were achingly cool and suited her all too well. 

She knew their parents were overly proud of her for getting a fancy degree overseas, and that they generally avoided discussing Elsa’s lack of direction in life. It didn’t matter one bit to Anna, she would always look up to and admire her older sister, maybe even more so because in spite of her struggles she’d managed to gain her independence. 

A brush of the hand against her shoulder, a gentle stroke in the nook of her palm. Fingertips brushing her hair out into her back. Fuck, while she hadn’t been isolated the whole time she was away and had her share of memorable trysts, this kind of intimacy sent pleasant tingles down her spine, and she only just realized now how much she’d missed it. It made her own fingers twitch with the need to touch, to stroke, to hold but she kept her foot on the pedal, once again afraid of coming across as clingy. 

When they had found the bottoms of their drinks, likely far too quickly for the amount of alcohol that were mixed in, Anna was resting her head on her older sister’s shoulder. Elsa had turned around to rummage through her bag, before handing Anna a bottle of spray-on sunscreen. 

“Really? I’d like to remind you I tan m-more easily than you…” 

Elsa laughed at that point and shook her head, reaching for Anna’s free hand with her own and giving it an affectionate little squeeze. 

“That’s the point, I want you to put some on my back, you know I’m old and crunchy and cannot reach for shit.” 

She snatched it out of her sister’s hand and scoffed.

“Firstly, shut up, you’re not old, you have a good two years of immortality left ahead of you.” 

Popping off the lid she shook the bottle as per the instructions on the label before. It felt slippery with her palms so sweaty, matching the rest of her body’s glow. While the drink had been refreshing on the way down, she regretted the way the alcohol made her skin flush and feel hot at this point. 

“Secondly, lie down, don’t make this harder than it has to be.”

“Overheard in the town of Arundel. Out of context sisters.”

She felt like an idiot for laughing, but she couldn’t help that Elsa got her sense of humour so well and threw zinger after zinger about this since that very morning. Anna then waited for her to lay down on her stomach over the giant beach towel that had served as a makeshift picnic blanket. 

Her heart felt suddenly a little more forceful as it beat faster in her chest when she looked down at the exposed shoulder blades and lower back revealed by the hiked up shirt. Her mouth felt strangely dry and she didn’t for a second question the notion of finding Elsa genuinely gorgeous as she began to spray the solar protection onto the pale, fair, just barely freckled skin. 

Not wanting to hurt or surprise her, she very gingerly began rubbing to spread it more evenly. It soon became clear however that from this angle she wouldn’t be able to get the coverage the lotion needed in order to be effective. She swallowed quickly and subconsciously wet her lower lip with her tongue. Her head started racing as thoughts swirled in her head and she felt almost feverish. She knew she’d be better off straddling Elsa to apply the lotion properly, and she knew it was no big deal, yet still felt she should ask before doing so. On the other hand, asking might make it weird, and while they were enjoying their running gag from earlier this morning, this was a whole new level. 

God. Was she really overthinking helping her sister to put on protective sun lotion? This was fucking ridiculous. 

Buck up, or shut up.

Finally getting over herself, she swung her leg up, straddling Elsa’s thighs, trying to watch for any signs of discomfort as she went to work. 

“Mh, do you mind pressing a little harder against my lower back? Cause that feels really nice.”

Elsa’s skin was already damp, but somehow mixing it with the sunscreen made it feel silky, rather than sticky to the touch and Anna obliged, hoping she wouldn’t lose track of where she’d already rubbed, or that the sweat beading at her own crown wouldn’t start dripping down on her sister because the thoughts and implications there were maybe a little bit much, even for her. Yet the more she spread out her touch, the more she thought about their earlier text exchange, suddenly fixating on the parenthesis and the emoji, and the accidental kiss and… truly the unbearably hot weather was getting to her head and she’d have half a brain cell to be convinced she had a fever. 

“Leave some for yourself, in spite of what you think you still need to protect yourself too. I’ll even return the favour.” 

Anna gulped, almost audibly.

Miles away clouds gathered hanging heavy and jealously holding the crushing humidity hostage, unbeknownst to them which in turn only cranked up the heat Anna was struggling with being subjected to. It created a restless tension within her, an unconscious anticipation. 

-x.x.x-

The rest of the afternoon and evening Anna had been torn between the trepidation of going back to Elsa’s (their) place, and the secure comfort of her parents home. She’d avoided her cousin’s exacting questions about her European paramours and at dinner had been unable to focus on conversation as she’d felt Elsa’s occasional touch. The brush of her ankle against her leg, the innocent stroke of her hand on her side when she’d reach over for something on the table. 

She’d told herself she was just exhausted from the heat and stimulation and simply wanted to get back to an environment where she could decompress.

And while it was true a huge part of her stress was lifted the moment they’d arrived back at Elsa’s (their) place, the excitement of being alone together crackled with an unfamiliar weight in the air. Tűz had gone immediately to plop down in the love seat closest to the AC unit and almost instantly had began to snore. 

Elsa had dropped her keys on the kitchen counter, grabbing a pair of beers from the fridge, handing one to Anna before she’d walked towards the kitchen door leading to the patio.

“I packed a bowl this morning if you want. Just gonna have a quick smoke.” 

Anna had nodded and gone to sit down on the couch, feeling weirdly tense, shaking a little as she’d reached for the glass pipe on the coffee table and the lighter next to it. She put a flame to it, igniting the smoke and breathing it in deeply, hoping it would help ease the knot in her stomach. The entire day had passed and yet, whenever she thought of the accidental kiss they’d shared this morning, the spark still felt vivid, like the simple thought was enough to reignite the sensation. She couldn’t remember sharing an intentional, yet alone an accidental kiss with anyone else that left the same imprint. She wanted to ask Elsa if it was the same for her, if the element of surprise was simply being mistaken by her mind and body for excitement.

After all, this was her sister. It couldn’t possibly mean anything else. The idea of it being anything more was preposterous and inconceivable. Right?

But when Elsa returned with the smell of tobacco mingling into her natural scent, and the woody notes of her perfume, mixed into a sweet, soothing and… attractive blend, Anna could only move towards her as she sat on the couch and looked up at her, a sleepy smile hiding the slight trembling in the rest of her body. 

When she felt two hands cradle the sides of her face, her whole body went tense. Elsa’s icy gaze burned down into her eye and Anna’s breath caught in her throat, her heart pounding so hard she could feel it at the edge of her lips. She dared not twitch a muscle as the moment lingered and Elsa’s thumbs stroked her cheekbones with a heartbreaking gentleness. 

A strike of lightning flashed outside, quickly succeeded by a crack of thunder.

Anna’s eyes closed as she felt soft, pink, perfect lips against her own, and her mouth parted invitingly on instinct as she leaned forward. The fever, the restlessness, the mania that had built up throughout the day exploded as torrential rains beat down against the window pain, and Anna pressed her upper body into Elsa, her hands finding the edges of her tank top, savouring the taste of her, especially as she suckled at the tip of her tongue. 

Quiet gasps and sharp, shallow moans floated between them, and she hungrily kissed her back, nails scratching at the now exposed skin of her sacral area. She hooked her fingertips in the fabric of her shirt pushing it up with an urgency that was perhaps borne out of the clamour of the formidable display from the heavens outside. Though she’d have been lying to herself if she’d said it wasn’t also spurred on by the clenching she’d felt in her own lower belly any time she’d thought of her sister’s mouth against hers that day. 

She broke the kiss, though not before she’d given Elsa a little nip of the teeth to her lower lip, and only long enough to hurriedly discard both of their shirts, giving her a coy, heavily lidded glance as she noticed her older sister’s gaze on her now exposed, freckled breasts and pert nipples. She’d not been wearing a bra because, well, it had been too hot, and she could in fact get away with it. 

Confidently, Anna reached for the nape of Elsa’s neck giving it a littler squeeze to bring her back to herself immediately sliding her tongue between her lips. Her other hand caressed her side, the expanse of her stomach then travelling to the fabric of her bra. Meanwhile she produced little mewls of pleasure as she felt her sister’s hands cup her breasts hungrily and she shifted her position without missing a beat, pulling her down with her as she laid back on the couch, legs falling open, needing to feel the weight of her ribcage between her thighs. 

The hand she’d held the back of Elsa’s neck with began flirting with the damp, soft skin and toying with the stray platinum coloured baby hairs. She felt Elsa shudder above her and felt her hand wrap around her wrist, pinning it above her head, which elicited a moan from Anna. Her hips rolled upwards and she felt instant frustration from the denim creating an unwelcome barrier between them and she wished it gone.

Her wish was apparently Elsa’s telepathic command. 

Before she knew it they were squirming out of their respective skin tight denims with the clumsiness only eager urgency could bring. Her heart was thrumming to the relentless and unforgiving rhythm of the raging elements, and as her fingertips brushed against Elsa’s pulse, she knew hers was beating in time with them too. Chills went down her back at the thought of it and she left the harbour of her sister’s mouth to find that same point to the side of Elsa’s throat, kissing and nipping at it, causing their hips to connect frantically. One of her hands was still pinned above her head and her eyes burned with tantric desire as she looked up at Elsa, features magnified and deified each time the lightning flashed out of the living room window. 

Anna let out a whine as she felt Elsa’s free hand slide between their two bodies, slick with sweat now and she knew she was blushing when she felt just how wet she was once her sister’s finger parted her folds, the heel of her palm teasing against the engorged bundle of nerves at the apex of her sex. Her hips bucked upwards with need, both in shock of the sensation and in desperation for more. 

Eyes flew shut as Elsa now pressed her own hips against her hand, creating a firm inescapable pressure against Anna’s bud, and her finger pumping deep inside of her. 

“Fuck!”

It was not so much exclaimed as it had been hissed as Anna’s entire body rocked into Elsa, fingertips now tugging more firmly at the blonde roots she’d been gripping, as if clearly communicating she wanted her right there, and no further, desperate to feel her as close as possible, feel their nipples brushing against one another, bodies ravenously hungry for each other. 

They found a rhythm though it started off hot, frantic and messy and they found themselves pressed forehead against forehead, mouths slightly agape in the beatitude of sin, and the unbridled lusts of their animalistic pursuit. Thrust upon thrust, roll upon roll of the hips, caused electricity to spark and course through the burning of her lower stomach, tensing and clenching as she felt herself flutter against the welcomed intrusion of Elsa’s touch. Her nervous system pulsated it seemed with the same electricity that ravaged the outside world, protecting rather than threatening their unspeakable passions. 

“Elsa,” she breathed almost pleadingly as she felt a storm building inside of her, one to rival the majesty of the the fierce Summer storm rattling the windows with a reckless force.

“Anna,” was the sultry, husky reply. And not that she had any way of knowing this prior to that particular moment, but she could tell that Elsa was on the edge, just as close as she was, possibly closer. Her thighs squeezed harder around her sister’s hips, ankles locking together to keep her even closer than what was thought possible until that point. 

She could feel it tugging at her loins almost painfully now and she dug her nails into her own palm, the sting and bite of the pain cracking her closer. 

They cried out in unison as their climaxes crested in synchronicity, but the sounds were drowned out by an emphatic strike of thunder, so loud they could’ve sworn the house shook were it not that their own bodies were sent into a shaking mess of trembling frenzy. Overwhelmed and needing to channel it somehow as lightning and fireworks exploded in her mind’s eye their lips met into another electric, full mouthed kiss. 

Waves of pleasure crashed over them, unrelenting until they could take it no more, the tension evaporating as they fell limp, heart to heart breathing tickling each other’s ears, the sensation of which enough to titillate them into wanting to continue. 

Exhausted, Anna buried her face in the nook of Elsa’s neck, breathing in her sent deeply. Though driven by post-coital bliss, at the back of her mind a dark cloud gathered, fear attempted to bubble up, trying to ruin the glow. She nuzzled Elsa softly, kissing the sweat covered skin, humming gently at the taste as she deliberately avoided thinking about the mess they had made. 

They had a lifetime ahead of them for her to process the guilt and the shame. Or unpack the fact she did not feel any regret in the immediate aftermath of the unspeakable.

My God, what had they done?

[deans-baby-momma]

Wounded Hearts 6

Nebraska  June 1997  Dean's POV

After Sam tells Dad how to kill the kitsune and I give him some pointers on how to talk to girls, Dad and I go to the bait and tackle shop on Main Street to see about getting some type of weapon to stab this thing through the heart with.  Of course we have to mislead the salesman and tell him some elaborate tale. 

Listening to Dad talk about a father/son fishing trip makes me wish it were true. That my father and I are taking off to some lake to relax and enjoy nature was fact and not just some conceived story so that questions won’t be raised when we ask about knives that can cut through flesh and bone. 

The man behind the counter doesn’t even bat an eye as he shows us his stock of hunting and fishing blades. I immediately set my eyes on a bowie knife with a distressed wooden handle and a nice shiny blade. 

I can’t wait to sink it into the heart of the monster. Dad picks a much smaller but still just as deadly knife and after paying for them with a fake credit card, we head back to the motel to change. 

When Dad and I get back to the room, Sammy isn’t there. About the time I pull my phone out to call the pipsqueak he crashes through the door, out of breath. Dad is on him in an instant. 

“Where the hell you been boy?”

“I know where the kitsune is,” Sam says, out of breath. 

Dad and I jump into action and in no time at all, the three of us are in the car with Sammy giving directions from my usual place, shotgun.. 

We pull up to this cottage-style house and Sam tells us this is where he followed the monster to.

“What were thinking son?” Dad says as we both produce bowie knives to take it out. “It could have noticed you and made you its next victim.”

“Nah,” Sam answers with a smile. “I’m a Winchester. I’m good at staying hidden.” I got to say, I’m proud of him. He not only found out what we were dealing with, but how to kill it and it’s lair. All while Dad and I have been running around oblivious. 

“Well, you stay here. Let Dean and I go in and deal with this animal,” Dad says and we both step out of the Impala. We hesitantly walk toward the house and Dad motions for me to get behind him.  

As we near the door, we both notice drops of blood trailing down the steps. I look up at Dad, wondering what we are going to be bursting in to. Did it bring a victim back here and is inside right this minute, draining them of their bodily fluids?

Dad reaches out and turns the knob and the door silently opens. Right there in the kitchen of the house is the body of a woman. But upon closer inspection, I can tell this isn’t just any woman. This is the kitsune, the monster we’ve been hunting. Her nails are long and darkened and her face is contorted. There is a definite knife wound through her torso; someone had already beat us to the punchline.

“Well, I guess our job has been done for us,” I say after Dad checks the rest of the house for any other people, victims or monsters.

“Only thing left to do is dispose of the body,” Dad tells me. “Look for salt, lots of salt. Like a canister of it. Then go to the car and get the gas can out of the trunk. Hurry Dean.”

I begin going through cabinets until I find a container clearly marked salt as Dad drags the body through the house and into the backyard. Getting the can from the car, Sammy and I follow behind to see him place her toward the end of the lawn and hand him the salt. 

After covering the deceased with the condiment and the gasoline, Dad pulls out a book of matches and tears one off. With a flick of his wrist, the match lights and he throws the burning stick onto the doused corpse and we watch as it goes up in flames.  

While the remains burn Dad looks perplexed. I know he is thinking the same thing I am. ‘Is there another hunter in town? Did they gank the bitch?’ 

“Sammy?” I say, getting my little brother’s attention. He is staring intently at the fire. “When you were following her, did you see anyone else doing the same? Anyone who looked like they were taking a special interest in this particular person?”

He just shakes his head and turns back to the blaze. I can’t blame him though, it’s good to see all your hard work be fulfilled. 

After burying what is left of the kitsune, we climb back into the car-me in shotgun and Sammy in the backseat- off to the next hunt.

We’ve been on the roads for hours! The sun sat over the horizon and now the moon is high in the sky, lighting up the highway. Sammy is passed out in the backseat and I’m leaned up against the door with a jacket draped over my shoulders and chest. I’m so sleepy that my eyes are burning but I know if I succumb to it, I’ll just be tormented with dreams of her. 

Rebecca has visited me every night after I close my eyes. Dreams of her laughing at my corny jokes, hugging up to my side when she got scared during All Saints Day, to her eyes as I made love to her the day before Dad showed up to whisk us away again. Damn, I miss her! 

And it wasn’t just because she was the first girl I had been with intimately; no, I really think in those few hours getting to know her I had begun to fall for her. 

I desperately want to go back to Fairfax to see her again. And to find out what went wrong; why she ignored me the morning after we were together. 

About the time I am ready to just go to sleep and get it over with, Dad’s phone begins to ring. I straighten up and listen as he answers. Hearing one side of a conversation makes it hard to determine what is being said on the other end but from the way Dad is talking I have deduced that it’s Pastor Jim calling. Pastor Jim Murphy has been a friend of Dad’s for as long as I can remember. Dad had began leaving us in the pastor’s care after a spirit had almost taken Sammy’s life. But now I am old enough to protect my brother and we don’t go to his place that often anymore. In fact I don’t think we’ve seen the good pastor for at least a year.

I like Pastor Jim, I do and I appreciate all the times he watched us but he was too religious for my taste. For someone who has seen and fought the things he has, the man is still spiritual and believes in God and Heaven. I much preferred going to Uncle Bobby’s up in Sioux Falls. He had a junkyard full of old demolished cars and he let me have a hand at fixing any of them up. It was fun trying to figure out what made a vehicle run. And he let Sammy be a kid, running around and just playing; not worrying about what is out there that aim to do us harm.

Dad hangs up and pulls to the side of the road. When the car is stopped Dad looks at me. “You awake son?”

“Yea. What’s up Dad? That was Pastor Jim, right?”

“Jim is having a problem with an exorcism,” Dad explains. “Apparently the entity isn’t wanting to leave the body. He’s asked for my help. We’re right outside Blue Earth now. I want you to drop me off at Jim’s and then hightail it to Bobby’s.”

“Why?” I ask, confused to why Dad isn’t letting me go with him.

“Because Dean, I said so and that’s final. You understand?”

“Yes sir!”

After dropping Dad off at the end of Pastor Jim’s driveway, I climb behind the wheel of the Impala and drive off. Once I am far away enough that I know Dad won’t hear, I lay down on the throttle and soar down the deserted highway. 

“Oh Baby! Listen to you purr. One day you will be mine,” I promise with a smile. I have always loved this car and the power it held under its hood.

Dad must have called Bobby because as I pull up, the cranky old man is sitting in one of the rockers on his porch, waiting. He helps me get Sammy into the house and into a bedroom upstairs before we congregate to the kitchen. Bobby reaches into the fridge, pulling out two beers. Popping the caps off of both of them, he hands me one that I eagerly accept. I love this man!

“So, John tells me you helped on this last hunt,” Bobby says after taking a swig. “A kit-kitsune?”

“Yea,” I answer, mimicking him and blanching at the bitter beverage, earning a chuckle from the older man. “A kitsune. Vile creature that thing was. They feed on brains to stay alive. This one though, it ain’t alive no more. It was ganked and salted and burned.”

“Good job, son.”

After we finish our drinks, Bobby tells me to head on up and get some sleep, Dad will be by tomorrow afternoon to pick us up. I climb the stairs to head to bed but I’m not going to sleep. I know what awaits me in my dreams and I don’t want to remember Rebecca Quentin just now. It still hurts too much. I miss her, yea but the memories are torture.

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So I was thinking about Sam and Dean’s character trajectories and what each of them had expressed wanting in life. Thusly, let me present my Ideal Ending for the two of them (because I got some new ideas.)

Right off, let’s just be clear: hunting became Sam’s life. He’s attached to it. He likes organizing people, helping out, making a difference. He’s stubborn. He’s not one to grow old and give it up, and he certainly never wanted to “settle down” in a traditional sense. (He said this multiple times as the show progressed.) When Sam eventually presented the idea of “settling down” he specifically said with a hunter or someone who understands the life (aka Eileen. He didn’t want a romantic ending, he wanted a romantic ending with Eileen. And he wanted to keep hunting because that’s what he DOES and what gives him a purpose.) Sam is also a learner. In the f*nale, he doesn’t appear to have any particular passion or job or literally anything, despite always enjoying the act of learning and especially of becoming accomplished. At first this meant become a lawyer. By the end of the show, I believe the answer is become a powerful badass witch. His association with witches has existed through the whole show, from Ruby to Rowena, and the great thing about his relationship with Rowena is that it showed him reclaiming something related to negative aspects of his past and making it positive. Plus, he’s good magic and seems to enjoy learning spells in order to help with the hunting endeavors. So, Sam should have of course ended up with Eileen, becoming an epic hunter/hunter-witch duo. When Sam gets older and decides to take a step back, he still wouldn’t abandon the job completely. He would be a Bobby. The guy people call for help. The guy who does background research for younger hunters like Clarie when they don’t know what they’re dealing with. The guy who answers the phone and pretends to be your FBI supervisor because nope nah those totally weren’t fake badges *wink wink*. SAM DESERVED TO BE A HAPPY WITCH!BOBBY LIVING WITH EILEEN AND BEING THE GO-TO RESOURCE/MORAL-SUPPORT-UNCLE FOR A NEW GENERATION OF RECKLESS HUNTERS.

Now, what about Dean? It occurred to me that my perfect ending for Sam & Dean mirror the positions of older hunters/parental figures we’ve seen on the show. While Sam should’ve been a Bobby, Dean should have been an Ellen. What do we know about what Dean wants? A home. A family. An honest to goodness apple pie life, but one that’s still interesting and Cool. Oh and of course we all know that he wants a bar. HE DREAMS OF OWNING A FREAKING BAR. And of course, he would have wanted Cas. Even if Dean left hunting (which I think he would do, at least most of the time. Maybe he’d do a stray hunt here and there, but on the whole he’d settle down) he wouldn’t wanna cut ties with the whole community. So he would start a new Bar/Roadhouse of his OWN. That hunters would frequent. Heck, sometimes Sam & Eileen drop in for beers on their way home from a hunt. Dean and Cas are together, and they adopt/take in a kid. Cas has literally said he rediscovered who he is because of his children. Dean has mentioned wanting kids, multiple times. (Yeah, okay, it didn’t work out with Jack but that’s because there were a bunch of other Bigger Issues there. But Ben?? Dean ADORED Ben. So yes he and Cas get a kid.) 

Sam can still easily die peacefully of old age. Like, that’s fine with me, provided that he’s living a life that he would actually ENJOY, with the person he LOVES, doing the job he’s PASSIONATE ABOUT, while keeping in touch with his BROTHER and his brother’s ANGEL HUSBAND.

Now, as for Dean’s eventual death... Okay not to make us lose Dean again but this would be the coolest way to mash up his new happy ending with his old going-out-swinging dream. Kinda tragic, but also kind of the perfect emotional moment?? Dean & Cas’s kid decides that they want to be a hunter, much like Jo did. Dean (who is honestly such an Ellen-type parent okay) doesn’t want to see that happen because he loves his child so damn much and is like nO. Meanwhile Cas is like *ahem* “D e a r.” “WhAT?” “You and I both know from our own experiences that yelling ‘no’ doesn’t make someone listen. In the end they’ll make their own choice. Do I want them hunting? Probably not, but let’s either talk this out peacefully until they decide against it, or lovingly support their decision to do what they want.” So their child, who BY THE WAY Dean probably named Charlie because Charlie was definitely his best friend okay and she deserves to have a tribute like this ahhh so sweet. But yeah back to the point, their daughter Charlie starts hunting, and when Dean goes out, it’s after getting called in as backup for a dangerous and important hunt that Charlie is on. When he goes out, it’s with the love and tragedy and weight that Ellen’s death had. (Because to this DAY, I don’t think any death scene surpassed the emotional impact of Ellen and Jo’s and I will die on this hill.) So yes, Dean dies protecting HIS CHILD. Because that’s what he deserved. A good long life and a family that he loves, and the ability for his death to be a final sacrifice that is more meaningful to him than words can say because it was to protect his KID, the kid he was lucky enough to raise with Castiel, the angel he loves, in their family Roadhouse after finally being granted free will.

THIS, MY FRIENDS

IS HOW I THINK SUPERNATURAL SHOULD HAVE ENDED.

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S3A - E8

I’m realizing just how damn far behind I am on working on season 3, but I don’t wanna skip any episodes of the rewatch, so let’s get to it! Double time, double time!

Content warnings for discussion of cannibalism.

Forewarning, this one is a doozy, so be prepared to Read More:

Lesgo!:

First thing’s first, Derek has experience with those awful sound thingies? Can you imagine how freaked he must’ve been seeing Chris bring those out when they were tracking Boyd and Erica?

Also, Chris Argent has been hunting Derek one way or another since he was a child. Even BEFORE Kate. Why the hell do we have a Derek & Chris broness in the later seasons? This kind of shit doesn’t just go away. I can’t believe I forgot about it.

I love how awkward sweet bby Derek is trying to run through the trees and tripping on branches everywhere. It’s honestly so much more realistic for a teenager than just the crazy cgi stuff. Also, since we know Derek is comfortable in the woods, it really gives you a hint as to how truly messed up he is from fear right now. He’s off balance in a dozen ways.

DEREK HAS BEEN WATCHING PEOPLE DIE IN FRONT OF HIM SINCE HE WAS 15. I’m gonna CRY. If I wanna hurt myself even More, you could argue that the Random Beta (RB) got shot bc he stopped to talk to Derek. So...guilty minds would assume Derek has been watching people die because of him since 15. I hate everything.

PETER comin’ in clutch. Also, hilarious that they use that arrow catching move so much.

I almost like how they tried to make Gerard look younger by just having him wear a douchey leather jacket instead of the serious grandpa one he wears in S2. He swaggers over to the body of RB, and it’s hilarious.

Okay, what is this bullshit about “Bring them back alive, we go by the code?” If you were going by the code then you wouldn’t be fucking hunting them AT ALL. They’re innocent! Why the fuck are you ‘bringing them back’ in the first place? Chris, you piece of shit. This is supposed to demonstrate that you’ve always been a stickler for the code, but all it does is emphasize how little that code actually means. “We hunt those who hunt us.” Fuck off, you hunt anything you deem ‘dangerous’ and find excuses to kill them so you can feel righteous.

Gonna casually note that RB was shot in the Throat with an arrow, but bc of makeup necessities they moved the arrow down to his chest when he’s shown on the ground. It’s funny. :)

It’s seriously so hard to hate Peter, do the writers realize that? Like, yes, he did horrible shit and I’m not denying that, but when you show him running into the hunter-filled woods to save his nephew’s life at 24 years old, then hiding with him in a cellar for two fucking days when he could probably have escaped on his own, it’s hard to see him as a heartless bastard.

I’m almost afraid to find out why Cora knows the details. Can you imagine? She would’ve been, what, 9-10? Her big brother and uncle both go missing for two days after a hunt and she had to stay at home waiting for someone to say they’d found their bodies. God, the lives of the Hales are so fucked up.

The rain is really making the mood here.

I gotta say, I’m confused about this initial Cora-Stiles interaction. He goes on about everyone who’s died or nearly died, but then Cora assumes he wants Derek to do something about the deaths, and Stiles agrees? Except that Derek currently fits the COD that all the other sacrifices have hit. Missing for about two days. Everything Stiles has said implies that he’s worried Derek is also dead. I don’t get why they go with ‘I’m worried about the missing man that I’ve been helping for the last four months because I blame him for the Alphas even coming to town”?

One thing they got on point here is just how disgusting they made Gerard. The slime and the spitting and ugh *shudders* it’s just so gross.

I’m also...I think intrigued is the right word--that they shoved this whole story into the episode without ever addressing the fact that Derek IS missing and they should go looking for him or something. It starts with Stiles asking where the hell he is, but then everything else is about this past moment. Talk about going off on a tangent. I mean, I don’t blame them, but if I shoved this much character background into one chapter people would call me out for the infodump that it is.

Which is all this episode is. Info-dumped exposition. Here’s how werewolves were made. Here’s why Derek’s cranky. Here’s why Duke’s an asshole. Here’s why the Hales are ‘special’

Again, I don’t blame them. It’s just...a lot.

Just a tiny thing: Why do they both roll up their sleeves when Scott only has to touch Gerard’s hand?

It is also very hard to believe that either Allison or Scott are remotely good people when they’re both lying to everyone about Gerard’s existence.

*finger guns, bc now i have to use the tag* I think this is the longest I’ve ever gotten before using it.

Another thing: Why does Gerard make the gross noises like he’s in pain, when we know it doesn’t hurt to get the pain taken away from him? It certainly didn’t hurt that lady in the ER.

I know this is a weird thing to notice, but I find it interesting that Paige is wearing actual makeup. Not just the ‘natural’ look, but eyeshadow that’s visibly dark. *shrug*

Is she Actually playing the cello? The notes Don’t look like they match up with her bowing and fingerings.

HA that music cut in is fucking Hilarious. Derek turns around like he’s in a teen rom-com, with that casual “I never stop smiling all the way bc I’m the coolest guy around” grin and the music just WHAM. That’s right, Derek Hale used to be a JOCK. He didn’t used to be ‘a lot like Scott.’ He was a lot like JACKSON.

So, this group of cronies Derek has. What is that about? He’s gotta have that posse just like Jackson did in S1? Unnamed people to cackle at his jokes.

Paige’s face, right there? That is the SHIT for me. That’s not hidden attraction, that’s genuinely “What the fuck is my life, why are you so lame?” and I am LIVING for it.

Derek peacocking is also hilarious. Peacocking so hard he (THE WEREWOLF) didn’t notice that she’d left the hall, is even more so.

I hate to tell you this Paige, but THAT is where I could tell you liked him. Giving in to his bullshit offer was the first step, that look on your face when he said, “Hold on” was Blatant “Holy shit, my crush wants to talk to me” but then all you idiots did was make eye contact. Paige, if you’re trying to get the ball, try looking away from those pretty eyes, okay?

Derek, you always go too far. You can see Paige lose interest when she realizes that he’s not actually into Her, he’s into showing off.

OOOF, i guess they weren’t such good friends after all, cus’ they left when Paige did.

I also feel the need to point out Derek is WEARING A CHECKERED SHIRT. *inarticulate screaming* Everyone who makes jokes about him thinking plaid is disgusting owes me five bucks bc he CLEARLY didn’t think checkers/plaid were that bad when he was in high school.

I’ll admit...the instant sorry is like...really good. If they’d had him come in and be More of a dick and then end up together, I’d be a lot more bugged. But his First real introduction to her is an apology.

THEN he goes back to being a dick. But at least this time it’s not about him, he wants to know about Her.

And I LOVE the turnaround! THIS is flirting. THIS is cute teasing. She plays his game Back at him, shows her own skill and forces him to get on her level. Then he weasels out of it, but in a Cute Way.

If there’s one thing that I’m routinely impressed by in TW it’s the scoring. They’re Really good with music to fit the moods and the vibes of the whole episode. For instance, all the transition music in this episode is Cello, bc it’s about Paige.

I hate agreeing with Gerard on Anything, but he makes a good point about the Dark Druid taking and killing someone else right alongside Deaton. Why would she take 4 people when she only needed three? She wouldn’t know that Deaton got a message out or that Scott would save Deaton. Plus the addition of the mountain ash circle is kind of weird, don’t you think?

Yah, I have no clue why your body is producing anything Either. You literally make no sense and you shouldn’t be alive. Period. Bringing you back was a lazy way to have someone who could be a sub-sub plot and hand out exposition and red herrings that are totally useless.

HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT GERARD? You weren’t There when Deucalion found out he could still see with his Alpha Eyes (Which makes no sense btw, he doesn’t have TWO sets of eyes???) and if you’d interacted with Deuc since then he’d have ripped you to shreds.

SERIOUSLY people, why the FUCK are we getting this information from Gerard when it makes WAY more sense for Deaton to tell them this? He was THERE for the whole thing!

I get that the point of the episode is supposed to be “Unreliable Narrators” (The whole show has an unreliable narrator.) but you had that covered with Peter’s story. You could’ve Instilled TRUST in Deaton by making a contrast and having Deaton TELL THEM THE TRUTH. Show the difference between reliable and unreliable. Gerard doesn’t need to be here!

Stiles, asking the real questions.

AND GETTING THE MOST BULLSHIT ANSWER IN THE UNIVERSE.

Could these writers GET any lazier? Put some fucking effort in and give us some information about Werewolves IN YOUR WEREWOLF TV SHOW.

What the fuck were Paige and Derek into that they knew where an abandoned distillery was when it wasn’t even in TOWN? And you’re telling me they left town every time they wanted to make out? Even worse, are you implying they had SEX in that distillery? And then trying to tell me that none of the fucking Alphas and their packs noticed the smell of Derek and his girlfriend all over the building?

...what...do people seriously not remember being teenagers? What the fuck Peter? In what fucking universe  is “one minute it’s ‘i hate you, don’t talk to me’ the next it’s frantic groping in any dark corner’ remotely accurate to real life?

Teenagers in the majority don’t DO that. I really fucking hate that all teenagers are made out to be like this. Like they’re “run by their hormones” and “everything is sex to you” STOP. Seriously, STOP. Saying shit like that completely negates the fact that Teenagers are Real fucking People. They’re not just buckets of hormones and sweat that need to be shaped into an adult. They’re fucking PEOPLE and reducing them to sex-crazed idiots is lazy and stupid.

Are you ALSO telling me that the hunters dragged RB’s DEad Body to an abandoned building, then strung the corpse up and cut it in half? AND that someone happened to go the abandoned building and found the body and called the cops, or that they MOVEd the two halves somewhere they would be found, Or that They were the ones to call and report the body?

Has teen wolf got even a Single brain cell?

ALSO, what the fuck is this timeline? Derek and Peter went missing for two days after RB was killed, but the packs don’t get together to discuss RB’s death until After Derek has run out of the building with Paige because he could smell blood from RB being hemisected. So, they waited at Least two days before talking to each other about RB’s death? And Derek apparently recovered Instantaneously from his two day nightmare and went right back to macking on his girlfriend and laughing freely the Day he was found? Or did they wait even longer? I’m so fucking confused!

Okay, you tell me that this place is their favorite makeout/groping spot, but they seriously just walk in the door and start kissing in the middle of the room? You guys didn’t bring some blankets and pillows here? You’re gonna stand there the whole time?

WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU MAKING PETER A PERVERT? He was fucking watching his nephew make out with his girlfriend through the wall??? WHat is WRONG with you?

ALSO, Cora was alive and active in Derek’s life at that point. She wasn’t That young. She could easily point out that Peter being Derek’s best friend is total bullshit if it weren’t actually true. Which means Peter is telling the TRUTH here. Hell, she doesn’t call out his heartbeat for lies the entire time, and while they imply at the end of the episode that Really Good Liars can just force their heart to be steady while lying so they don’t get caught, that isn’t a thing for the entire rest of the show. Derek trusts KATE when she says she’s not lying. So the evidence actually points toward Peter telling the TRUTH in this entire episode.

THAT is accurate to teenagers. Using the word “like” and “liking” so many times in a conversation that it doesn’t even sound like a word anymore.

Paige...dude, I’m so torn. Like I’m glad you’re being honest with Derek about your worries, but also it’s a complete dick move to just Assume that he’s gonna bail? To say to his face that you Know he’s leaving you and you’re just waiting for it? Fucking rude.

Ennis...bro...how exactly did your Beta “Accidentally” kill a hunter? How would that happen?

AGAIN WITH THE TIMELINE. If the packs only CAME to beacon hills because of Ennis issue with the hunters, why was RB running through beacon hills when he was killed?

Also, side note: Where are all of these werewolves staying? Are they territorial so they like, all claimed different hotels to take over? Or do they not mind, and THAT’S why the Hale house is so big for such a small family? Because they had a ton of guest rooms for packs that visited to get that sweet, sweet Hale Wisdom?

I firmly believe that werewolves are clothing-optional people. Talia straight shifts into a naked human form in front of over a dozen other wolves.

Also, where the hell is the Hale pack here? Some random chick comes up and gives Talia a robe, but that person is standing with Deuc’s pack. So....what?

I’m so curious about the formation the wolves make when they hear Talia coming. Everybody backs away, except Deucalion. And they do this weird focus on his face as he watches her come in. And her eye contact is JUST with him.

OH GROSS. DID DEUC HAVE A THING FOR DEREK’S MOM????

I will admit that watching things with subtitles sometimes ruins the surprise. There’s that little pause before “I’m just a deputy” like it was supposed to be shocking to the audience, but the subtitle on Amazon Prime just Pops up right away and it kind of ruins the effect.

Here we go! The one piece of concrete information on “Packs” and “pack members” that we’re given in the whole fucking show. Word for Word. “Losing a member of your pack isn’t like losing family, it’s like you lose a limb.”

That is....severe. Now imagine that your entire family IS your pack. And losing almost every one of them. Is it any wonder that Cora, Peter, and Derek are so messed up? That they’re so dark and wounded looking?

I s2g sometimes Peter literally just sounds like he’s a self-insert for the writers. He explains shit that the writer’s are showing Really Badly as if to wave away the fact that the Ennis flashback is pretty much Completely unnecessary. “You just don’t understand my artistic genius, it’s never just a single moment, it’s a confluence of events. I have to show you all these random flashbacks because you need to understand why Derek is soaked in MANPAIN all the time. Which is totally relevant to the current plot bc....bc....bc ART (and also Tyler Hoechlin was busy so we could only get one shot of him for the entire episode)”

That is just the cutest shit oh my god. Derek listens to Paige’s music while he’s in class and doing homework. THAT is love, you realize? He doesn’t just deal with her dedication to her music, he loves it.

THat little wince when he says “Are you sure about that?” Paige knows he’s gonna screw with her.

THAT IS A HEALTHY RELATIONSHIP. He gives her space! She likes studying during lunch so he Leaves her Alone. I LIKE IT.

What do you mean “Laura told you about the packs being here.” Derek KNOWS they’re here because he watched RB DIE IN THE WOODS. Seriously, I”M SO CONFUSED.

FUN FACT (that I might’ve already shared) Oak wood was liked by the Celts because it was really sturdy and hardy and bore food, but it wasn’t their favorite type of wood! Rowan was the favorite, and Irish pagan practitioners used to sleep in rowan trees so they could have prophetic dreams. After that, it was Hazelwood. :P

I...do not enjoy when they bring up the Celtic Druids. *Scuttles to get my textbook bc this is my nerd shit*

“We’re in a Nemeton” This is the correct wording, actually! A “Nemeton” isn’t a thing, it’s a “sacred meeting place” as Chris calls it. Go chris! Nemeton refers to the entire grove/area around the main tree.

I can’t speak to whether they chose a ‘Large, older tree in a grove” but it does make sense bc if we’re talking about Oaks they were a symbol of food and safety (acorns were a staple to Celtic diets) so choosing an older tree would not only look more impressive, but it would probably bear more acorns for the clan.

“It would represent the center of the world” *Puts on vine voice* THat is NOt Correct! The tree at the center of the Nemeton was called a “crann bethadh” or “Tree of Life” and it was essentially a Totem that marked the center of the tribe’s territory. It was not ‘the center of the world’ it was the center of THEIR world. Their land.

“There was a belief that cutting or harming the tree would cause serious problems for the surrounding villages” Not sure if ‘villages’ is the correct term for the era, but the rest of it sounds like a close mistranslation. See, in Ireland there were raids people would do against other clans where the SOLE PURPOSE was to destroy their crann bethadh, because it was demoralizing. It’s like graffiti-ing the front of a church. But technically, it WAS severely frowned upon to harm the tree in any way.

This is mostly because in most Celtic areas, Oak trees were considered symbols of the “Father of the Sky” or the “God of Thunder.” Of course you don’t wanna piss off Thunder man.

Also, you notice how I’m saying CELTS and not DRUIDS. It’s because DRUID isn’t a cultural label, it’s a SOCIAL CLASS. It’s like saying “The Educated”

Okay, back to the--OH WAIT. Before anyone gets any ideas, the blood on the crann bethadh isn’t human. Estonian Celts smeared animal blood on the tree roots as an assurance for rain and good harvests. This is the same concept as TONS of other religions, including Christianity. (Abraham was supposed to sacrifice his son, Isaac, to God, but God stopped him and had him sacrifice a Ram instead. So, Yes. Christians used to perform animal sacrifices.)

NOW back to the show.

THe fact that gerard doesn’t know this stuff implies that Chris is the nerd of the family.

I LIKE THIS. I hate that I like it bc it’s Gerard, but I LIKE IT. Gerard gets up from his wheelchair. He doesn’t need it All the Time.

I’ve never seen another show that bothered to have a wheelchair user who wasn’t wheelchair-bound, which is stupid because it’s Very Common for people using wheelchairs to not need them all the time.

though it does beg the question of why he’s sitting in a wheelchair when he’s in his own bedroom? Was he going somewhere? Or did he know he wouldn’t have enough chairs and didn’t want Allison or Scott to sit in his chair?

The story of Lycaon, who was considered a savage ruler of Arcadia and Zeus went to his house disguised as a human (this is v common in myth) to find out if he was batshit. Lycaon and his FIFTY SONS (he also had one daughter) wanted to know if the stranger was a human or a mortal, so they fed him human flesh in stew. Zeus flipped shit and blasted the room with thunderbolts, murdering all but one of Lycaon’s sons, and then turned Lycaon into a wolf.

So...this whole ‘myth of lycaon’ is totally fucked up when it didn’t need to be? Like, they didn’t NEED to change it to make it a messed up origin story of wolves. It already was.

There’s three major versions to choose from

Lycaon was a pius man who founded the city of Lycosura on Mount Lycaeus and used a child as a sacrifice to Zeus, thinking it would please him. Zeus flips shit and turns Lycaon into a wolf. FROM THEN ON; at every sacrifice made to zeus a man was transformed into a wolf and if he managed to restrain himself from eating human flesh for 8-9 years, he would be turned human again.

The same story as the first, except Lycaon Knew Zeus was in disguise and the child he fed him was Zeus’ own son, and it was revenge for seducing his only daughter Callisto.

If you want to make it match what you’ve already said about wolves in the show, they could’ve used the last one and it would’ve demonstrated how Ingrained the concept of vendetta/revenge is for wolves.

If you wanted to focus on the Turning Human part and working with Celtic Druids to learn to become werewolves, you could’ve used the second one.

there was no reason to add in the bullshit about Prometheus except as an excuse to make Deucalion look like he picked his name to be an asshole, which he fucking didn’t.

 I’m so sorry about all the classical shit (i’m really not) but I studied it in college and I can’t just let this bullshit stand.

I’ll give them a pass on the ‘the lesser known part’ bc it’s technically plausible for the wolves to have run north to the Celts and beg for help, And the Druids (those who’s education was specifically in magic, not all of them) were known for shapeshifting (though not usually into animals. They did that to Other people, not themselves)

I cannot believe this is so long, i’m so sorry.

But WHY tho, Cora? How is an Emissary supposed to keep you connected to humanity if No ONe KNows Who They Are?? How are they supposed to do their job??

Yeah, well now Deaton is a sour bitch who has a chip on his shoulder against the Hale pack so like...fuck his advice.

I will say though! Pre-fire Deaton doesn’t give me the heebies like post-fire Deaton. He’s much more clear about the advice he’s giving, and it’s actually helpful! He still has a dumb little anecdote/parable about the scorpion and the frog (which...in most circumstances I hate. It doesn’t even match what happens) but he gives Real Advice instead of vague asshole nonsense.

“I’m an Alpha, I never walk alone.” I have an inordinate affection for this line.

Paige is clearly some kinda bad bitch if she thought nothing of going to hang out in the school in the middle of the night with Derek.

Okay, but like...why would he attack Ennis like that if he was the one who asked him to bite Paige? And why is the moment played up “A fifteen-year-old boy against a giant” Derek was literally swatted to the side while Ennis walked out of the building. this wasn’t some big showdown.

If she’d already been bitten, why was Ennis still grabbing at her??

....seriously? Peter is literally right there? And no one noticed?

Again with the “Scott is a genius now” LIsten, bro, why the fuck would Scott know a sanskrit fable? If he Did know a story like that, it would be bc Deaton taught him. In which case he would know the FROG and the scorpion. Come on, guys.

OH MY GOD GERARD DOES IT TOO. GERARD, PETER, AND DEUC all have a CHRONIC case of verbal diarrhea when they’re trying to be intimidating.

I do NOT understand this warehouse scene. It’s a GAS gerard, if you stabbed yourself with some sort of...antidote or whatever it wouldn’t save you from the GAS you’re inhaling. At the very least you would be shouting like everyone else because it HURTS going in.

why did it take so long for Talia to come? It’s implied that Peter left to get her, so why did it take so long? Even PAST peter looks fucked up at seeing that Paige is dying, it’s not like he would wait.

I’ll be real, i get weepy so i’m skipping the actual death. Just know that it hurts me. Severely.

Y’all know how much I hate this ‘innocent life’ bullshit for blue eyes. It’s very True Alpha-y in that it’s impossible to pin down the specifics. What constitutes an ‘innocent life’? What constitutes taking it? With wolf claws? With a gun? What counts and what doesn’t count? Ugh.

Eyyy, so I’m exhausted and this is so long that my computer is fritzing. There are five minutes left and nothing happens in them at all. Just Scott pointing out the heartbeat thing and threatening to kill Gerard (so he’s still fine with murder at this point in time. Good to know). Stiles telling Cora that he doesn’t think Peter was telling the truth (which she would Know if he wasn’t) and that he’s gonna ask Derek about it (which we never got to see). And Deucalion murdering his own Beta (who, tbf, tried to kill him first. Which, again, what the fuck is up with Deaton’s office that wolves are able to rip each other apart in it, but it’s still ‘hard for someone like Scott to cause me any trouble.’ I’m just so confused

Final Thoughts: This episode actually had some interesting stuff in it, which is kind of sad considering there was no PLOT, just Exposition. I look forward to tweezing the bits out that I want and dumping the rest in the garbage where it belongs. Oh, and like I said, the music was on Point.