#kudos to them ig for cutting back on it after but goddess help the next person they try it on and give them the same patience/fortitude

[trashycosmos]

can we talk about the funniest thing of the whole experience was someome who sb me for almost 10 months straight saying they were upset i wasn't nice/distant/cold and didn't apologize for it and when i called out their behavior there was no apology from them they just didn't want to talk anymore lol

[rocky-alex]

Motels Won’t Cut It Anymore

Word count: 1034

Warnings: Nothing this time

Pairing: Reader x Sam

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Chapter twenty eight: Daddy’s Twisted Nerve

Your dad had told you everything about the rising. He’d told you exactly what you had to do, exactly what you had to give. You’d be hanging onto life by a fingertip if things went south, which they very well could. He didn’t even seem to care much, which, granted, didn’t surprise you, but made you question whether he ever really cared about you or your sister. How long had he been planning this? Was having kids just another step in his plan? Everything just kept running through your head over the next two weeks while he made preparations. In your short time back with your family, you’d already seen that he had become damn near paranoid. He didn’t trust many people, and only you, your parents, uncle Bill and Arnie would be there for the rising.

The first night in the mansion you heard sounds coming from the woods around you. When you asked your father he said the energy surrounding this place right now was drawing the attention of every monster close by. They could feel the ground moving in a way humans couldn’t.

“And you’re totally cool with that?” you asked with raised eyebrows.

“The area has been sufficiently warded against any and all monsters.”

“Again, this is totally fine?”

“Yes, it is. They can’t even come close to us.”

“They’re close enough to be heard from the house.”

“Y/N, would you just trust me on this?” He looked frustrated.

“Dad, there are monsters literally surrounding us, probably waiting for the first opportunity to rip us to shreds.”

“I know! But it’s almost time, and the wards will hold.” He seemed very sure of this. You took a deep breath.

“Okay. I’ll trust you on this.” Not likely.

You’d expected your father to start the ritual as soon as he had you in his clutches, but that wasn’t the case. After spending a night at the mansion you were taken to the nearby town. You parked outside a tall apartment building. You’d told your dad that he’d have to kill you to get you to leave your bike behind, and he relented. As long as you stayed close to his cars.

In the downtime, between your arrival and the rising, your father did his best to introduce you to his organisation. Your stay there was precarious as best, and the best you dared to hope for was that he needed you alive for the ritual, so you listened intently, trying to appear as if you were taking in his every word. After a few days, it started getting to you, and you actually got invested in what your father was doing. The first thing he did was go over the basics of the operation, giving you insight to something that had been in motion long before you were even born. You learned that the business was mainly located in Europe and North America. Thin branches stretched to other continents, but the Ritchies had realised long ago that their biggest advantages lay close to home. Going global hadn’t been an option way back when, and the family had, before your father took the reins, decided to stick where there was history.

The family made it’s profit from buying and selling rare artefacts, providing safe-from-human-law hunting grounds for monsters, and running a black market on human organs that were definitely not intended for illegal transplants. Shudder… Another part of the operation was lining the pockets of other criminal families, with interest of course. Families that just happened to consist entirely of monsters. You remembered hearing the brothers mentioning Chicago, and a few days after reuniting with your family they confirmed what Sam and Dean had said about the monster mob.

“Our biggest alliance lies with the Chicago Families. They hold great power among the monsters and have, for the most part, been accepted as intermediaries between us and bigger, more widespread, monster communities.” “For the most part?”

“In some cases, it’s not possible to efficiently gather monsters, or organise them into a working society. Chicago, in a way, is a rarity.”

“What cases?”

“Take, for example, rugarus-”

“What’s a rugaru?”

“That’s part of the explanation. See, they start out human. Some of them have no idea what they are, but they can mate with humans and pass on the gene. They grow up normal, but around 30 years old, they start changing. The biggest change is their hunger, it grows until the inevitably take a bite of the biggest prize.” “Which is…?”

“Long pig.” Okay, ew. “Once they have a taste, they change fast. They become inhumanly strong, their flesh rots, and they can’t go back. They’re uncontrollable and not always self-aware.”

“Does that harm you business in any way?” All part of the charade? Right? Shit. Your dad tried to hide his smug grin.

“Well, keeping monsters a secret is necessary for this all to work. That’s why hunters exist. If all monsters could be controlled we would have no need for hunters. Hell, they’d probably be extinct by now…”

You thought about Sam and Dean, getting to live a normal life… Selfishly, you immediately discarded that thought. You’d never have met them if they had lived a normal life. And your own family would still be as twisted as it was today. You hated to admit it, but you were intrigued by how this family conducted it’s business, despite the organ dealings. It made you sick to think that, if it hadn’t been for Leah’s death, you might have eventually joined your father of your own free will. However, despite already knowing one of his biggest secrets, you were still positive he was hiding things, and you hated to think what it could be. Interest in the business aside, your goal was still clear; stop your father from resurrecting the goddess, preferably without dying in the process. You didn’t see how you could do it, though, with so many guards around. The only thing you could think was that it would have to happen during the ritual, and you’d just have to play along until then.

“So back to your alliance with Chicago…”

“Ah, yes. You see…”

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Note: Thank you so much to @carryonmyswansong for the amazing reviews on the last chapter, you make me so happy and encourage me to write :D Your feedback gives me another perspective on my writing, and I see things differently, which helps a lot and I realise things about my story that I don’t while writing. Thank you! :D Kudos to whoever guesses the song that inspired this chapter :P