#like he would actually drive the car with toddler me on his knees clutching the steering wheel

[ryuki-blogs]

Why am I looking at VAZ 2101s for sale? My grandpa sold his when I was 5 and I haven't recovered since.

[wanderingcas]

5 times Dean had work to do, and the one time he actually enjoyed it.  pairing: dean/cas a commission for @jensenackhles <3 2k words

One 

Dean first heard the phrase a few weeks after his mom died.

John had checked them into a motel—one of the many that they had cycled through in the past few weeks. Sam was asleep in the crib, and John was on the opposite bed. Dean had woken up to a strange sound; he rolled over and saw John at the foot of the bed, head bowed, shoulders shaking.

Dean had never seen his dad cry before. Even right after the fire, when he was telling the detectives what happened at the police station: completely dry-eyed. So seeing his dad cry was… strange. Dean wanted to make it stop. 

He pushed back the sheets and hopped off the bed. Walking on unsteady, sleepy toddler legs to his dad, he put either hand on John’s knees, looking up at him. John was clutching a worn picture of Mary between his fingers.

“Are you okay, dad?” Dean asked.

John continued to stare at the picture of Mary’s smiling face. After a moment, he sniffed. Wiped his face that was striped with tears with the back of his hand. He ruffled Dean’s hair and said gruffly, “Yeah, kid. I’m fine. Get back to sleep, okay? We got work to do in the morning.”

And the next morning in the car, when Sam was crying in his carseat and kicking up a storm, Dean patted his head and said, “It’s okay, Sammy, shh. Stop crying. We got work to do, okay? So you can’t cry. We got to work.” 

Sam just stared at him with big teary and trusting eyes. Dean didn’t even know what he was really saying at the time; what he was getting them into.

Two 

He didn’t make it a habit to say the words out loud often. He said them more to himself, as a mantra to keep himself on track. But sometimes they would slip out, when he really needed to orient himself: when he really needed to kick his own ass into gear and push down the emotions.

The second time he remembers saying it was when he was 25. He was driving to a case with Danny, the son of one of John’s hunting friends. John was out of commission from a nasty encounter with a wendigo, so they were tag-teaming the ghoul hunt. 

Dean felt his phone buzz, wedged between the driver’s seat and his leg. He pulled it up, glancing at it, just in case it was important. His stomach immediately sank when he saw Sam’s number.

Got to Stanford okay, in case you were wondering. Too hot here. Miss you and Dad. 

The muscles in Dean’s jaw jumped as he clenched it tighter.

“Who’s that?” Danny asked, cocking his shotgun. “Somethin’ about the case?”

“No,” Dean said. He pulled into the driveway of the house where the hauntings were taking place. Eased the Impala into park. “Focus up,” he commanded, cocking his own gun aggressively. “We got work to do.” 

Three 

The seal to the gates of hell are open. Ruby tricked them, and Sam triggered the apocalypse. 

Dean doesn’t know what to say. 

History is repeated again, where Dean is sitting helplessly on one hotel bed, Sam crying on the other. He’s bent at the waist, shoulders hunched, tears silently streaming. 

Dean knows that he’ll blame himself forever. He knows that this might break him. 

He knows he needs to say something.

Getting up unsteadily, he walks over to the bed and sits down on the other side of his brother. The bed creaks from his weight. “C’mon, Sam,” he says into the silence. “We didn’t know, okay? We couldn’t have seen it coming.”

Sam remains silent, glaring at the ground.

A lead in his gut, Dean reaches out a hand, and places it on Sam’s shoulder. “We gotta keep going, okay? We just… we gotta keep fighting. We can’t just sit down and take it.” 

“What’s the point, Dean?” Sam asks. He shrugs off Dean’s shoulder and twists around to glare at him. “Why even try, if I keep fucking everything up? Huh?”

“Because people need us, Sam,” Dean snaps. “We need to finish what we started. We gotta make sure the world is safe, okay? There’s no time to sit around and feel sorry for our damn selves.”

Sam stares at his hands, stonily silent.

Dean stands. Holds out a hand to his younger brother. “C’mon. We got work to do.” 

Sam glares at Dean’s hand for a moment before sighing resignedly. He takes it, and stands.

Four 

When Dean met Cas, a lot changed.

His view on angels not so much: he still thinks they’re a bunch of dicks. But the way that things aren’t always so black and white. That people—angels—can change. That Dean can maybe be… loved. Saved. Worthy of it. 

At least Cas seems to think he’s worth it, anyway. 

He tucks all these feelings into his back pocket; doesn’t want them to see the light of day. Because if they did… well. Then he would have more than his brother to be worried about. And in his line of work, any attachments are frankly a terrible decision.

Except, it’s Cas, and Dean can’t keep his eyes off him. 

And he stares at Cas a lot. He knows he does; it’s almost like there’s a magnet that pulls his eyes to Cas’s face and stays there. Sam notices it; Cas notices it; everyone notices it. Dean just… can’t seem to help it.

Maybe it’s that otherworldly look that he always has on his face. Maybe it’s the perpetual five o’clock shadow that paints his sharp jaw. Maybe it’s because Cas is usually staring right back at him, all up in Dean’s personal space no matter how much Dean complains about it (even though he really doesn’t mind. Not at all. He’d love to have Cas even closer, actually). 

Maybe it’s just because Dean has a damn crush on an angel and he doesn’t know what to do about it. 

“So, you’re sweet on my brother, huh?” Gabriel asks Dean with a leering grin.

Dean snaps his eyes back into the room instead of watching Cas’s back leave the room. “What the fuck? No.” 

Across the room, Sam puts a hand over his mouth to hide his smile. Dean wants to punch him so that he’ll finally respect his damn elders.

“Liar,” Gabriel says. 

“C’mon, that weirdo? In a trenchcoat? What are you smoking?”

“He has a… jeno se qua,” Gabriel says with a wave of his hand in the air. “A certain sexiness, if you will.” 

“I’m not sweet on him.” Dean can feel the blood rising in his cheeks, and he hates it. 

“Sure, Dean-o.” Gabriel winks. “Sure.” 

Cas walks back into the roomthen , looking adorably confused, and of course Dean’s blush increases. He tries to look casual as he leans against the wall with a glare, avoiding Cas’s eyes. 

Sam sputters as he tries not to laugh at Gabriel batting his eyelashes in Cas’s direction. 

“Okay, knock it off, you idiots,” Dean snaps. “We got work to do.” 

Cas tilts his head in that adorable way, asking, “What do you want me to knock off, Dean?”

“Your pants,” says Gabriel casually. 

Sam loses it then, bursting into laughter. 

Five 

The apocalypse is done. By some miracle, they all lived through it—Cas, Bobby, and even Sam, who managed to push Lucifer out before throwing him into the pit. 

There’s no imminent danger, no immediate threat—which is probably why Sam decides to bring it up.

“Are you going to tell him how you feel?” Sam asks. They’re sitting at Bobby’s table, each nursing a beer. Sam is still exhausted from his encounter with Lucifer, so he’s not getting out to hunt much these days; they normally spend their nights like this, just soaking in the quiet before the next inevitable storm.

Dean looks at his brother incredulously. “What’re you talking about?”

“Don’t play stupid,” Sam says. “I’m not an idiot, Dean. I see the way you look at him.” 

Dean grumbles, sipping at his beer. 

“Dean.” Sam sets his beer down. “The world is quiet. For once. The apocalypse is avoided, Michael and Lucifer are in the cage, just—there will be crap that comes up later. It can’t be avoided. But at least now, in this quiet moment, you can figure things out. With him.”

“Just leave it alone, Sam,” Dean sighs. He doesn’t even have the energy to argue with him anymore. Snatching his beer off the table, he says, “Think I’m gonna finish this outside.” 

He ignores Sam’s worried eyes that follow him out of the house. 

Leaning against the porch railing, he sips at his beer, glaring out into the salvage yard. Something familiar catches his eye: a figure wrapped in a trench coat, head tilted back and staring up at the stars. 

Dean takes a steadying pull of beer before stomping down the porch steps. He stands next to Cas, the neck of his beer bottle hanging loosely from his fingers. Cas gives him a nod of acknowledgement before looking back up at the twinkling stars above them. 

Clearing his throat, Dean says gruffly, “So, you thinkin’ of going back there?”

“Back there?” Cas asks.

“To, you know.” Dean waves his beer at the sky. “To Heaven.” 

“Heaven is not in the sky, Dean,” Cas chides.

“Okay, whatever. Just answer the damn question: are you going back?”

Cas lifts one shoulder in barely a shrug. He looks at Dean then, blue eyes sparkling in the night. “I might not go back—if I have a reason to stay.” 

“Well, you might have one,” Dean says. “There’s plenty more shit to take care of down here. Rumor has it Raphael is pissed about you rebelling against the apocalypse, so he’ll probably stir some shit up that you have to—”

“Dean.” Cas turns to him, suddenly very serious. “Do I have a reason to stay?”

Dean can feel his breath catch in his throat. He realizes that he could lie. Could laugh it off with a joke or a snarky comment, like he usually does. But he knows it’s now or never. Cas could leave. He’d do anything to stop that. 

“Dean,” Cas says again. There’s a filter of emotion that comes through to his eyes—it looks like hope. That makes Dean crack. 

“Maybe you do have a reason,” Dean says. “Maybe we want you to, I don’t know—stay.” He looks at the ground. “Maybe I want you to stay.” 

Cas takes Dean’s hand. Dean’s heart rate increases as Cas rubs his thumb against Dean’s calloused knuckles. “I want to stay, too.” 

“Good, that’s, uh.” Dean smiles wide. Steps closer to Cas so that their chests are nearly touching. “That’s good, Cas.” 

+1

Dean asks Cas to marry him six months later on the hood of the Impala, burgers and beers between them. 

He doesn’t see the point in waiting when he just…. knows. Cas seems to know too, since Dean can barely get out the question before Cas is tackling him to the hood and kissing him senseless, whispering Yes between each breath. 

Sam cries when they tell him. Of course. Bobby pretends not to get emotional, but Dean sees him wiping at his face a minute later. The angels are, of course, pissed—but Cas couldn’t care less. 

Apparently Cas had been planning to ask Dean from the beginning—he and Charlie had even been making a wedding scrapbook with Charlie in the past few months.

Cas pulls out the scrapbook to show Dean the next morning, both in their pajamas and sitting at Bobby’s kitchen table. His cheeks are stained from embarrassment, unsure how Dean will take it.

But Dean finds it the least embarrassing thing in the world—he just flips through the pages and pages of wedding decorations, tuxes, and rings, and gets increasingly choked up. He almost loses it when he sees the Enochian words for “Forever” inscribed on a ring that Charlie made in photoshop as a mock-up. 

Dean puts down his coffee, and kisses his fiance soundly. When he pulls back, Cas is smiling, bright as the rising sun. 

Shutting the book, Dean stands, and grabs Cas’s hand with a wink. “Well, Cas. Looks like we got work to do.”

[hopesbarnes]

Speak Now

Based on the song Speak Now by Taylor Swift

Summary: Your best friend's wedding is just wrong. Wrong dress, wrong decor, and mostly wrong bride for him to marry. 

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: angst with a happy ending 

Everything was wrong. You’d imagined this wedding a thousand different ways, a thousand different times. But it never looked like this. The ten bridesmaids are dressed in varying pastel shades, and their dresses could rival that of a Toddlers and Tiaras competitor. There’s enough tulle that the dresses could probably stand straight up on their own. The archway is covered in tacky balloons ranging in colors to match the bridesmaid gowns. The wedding dress resembles a cupcake and has a see-through corset top. 

It’s far from the simple modern wedding you envisioned. You imagined flowy chiffon dark teal dresses on your two best friends. The bouquets would be simple, white roses surrounded with baby’s breath. The wedding dress would have lace, long sleeves, and flow effortlessly as you walked down the aisle. A perfect day, to marry the perfect man.  

But it’s not the perfect day. It’s not even your day at all. It’s hers. She won him over, and he proposed to her. As the so-called ‘best friend’ you had to accept the invite and quiet the voice that wanted to scream Julia Roberts’ “Choose me, marry me, let me make you happy” line from My Best Friend’s Wedding. 

You walk down the hall towards the men’s dressing and overhear Natasha yell at her bridesmaids because their nails were painted the wrong color. Yikes. How Bucky fell in love with a nightmare like her you’d never know. How he didn’t see you all along you’d never know either. You get to the room to find Bucky and Steve both staring dumbfounded at the tie around Bucky’s neck. 

“How the two of you made it this far in life, I’ll never know,” you say entering the room.

“With clip-on ties and Ma’s who pitied us,” Steve answers and you tie both men’s ties. 

“You look handsome, she’s a lucky girl,” you say tightening the material and kissing his cheek. “I’d say Peg’s lucky too but let’s face it she is way better than you.” 

“Oh, I am not arguing with that. I don’t know who told her to take a chance with someone like me, but I thank my lucky stars they did,” the blonde man says blissfully. The two of them had been married for 5 years now and had a 2-year-old girl named Sarah. They had another baby on the way, but you weren’t even sure if Peggy had told her husband yet so you didn’t dare share that secret. 

“How are ya’ feeling?” you ask the darker hair man. 

“Nervous, and like I’m forgetting something,” he admits. You manage a weak smile back. You thought it’d be easier watching the man you were desperately in love with getting ready for his wedding to another girl. He wasn’t yours, he never was. So why was this so hard?

“I’m sure she’s made sure everything was in order. I should go grab a seat, just wanted to make sure you were good,” you manage to squeak out. A part of you was hoping he would be a mess and want to call off the whole engagement. 

He smiled back and you snuck from the room. Thankfully the bathroom was nearby and you were able to make it in there before the tears started falling. Your entire life you pictured marrying this man, and now it was really hitting that you wouldn’t.

It was Kindergarten when you first met his blue eyes. The two of you only 5 then. You fell at recess which caused you to skin your knee and pull the bow from your hair. Everyone continued to play, but Bucky. He tried to retie your hair (it failed but made you giggle) and after that, you were by his side for good. 

In Middle School things shifted, he no longer was Bucky who came over for playdates. He was Bucky, the boy with cute floppy hair and a smile that made you swoon. He was your first crush, and you longed for the day he would tell you he liked you too. But that day didn’t come and you remained friends throughout the awkward years.

Then in High School, he became popular. With High School came Steve. The huge jock surprised you by being kind-hearted. He was already dating Peggy and she became your best friend quickly. The two men met through football. Bucky was Quarterback, co-captain with Steve and everyone wanted to date him. You included. He never looked at you that way though. Instead, he dated a new girl every month and followed the cheerleaders like a lovesick fool. It didn’t matter that you were on the Cheer team too, or laughed at his jokes. He only saw you as his best friend. 

The four of you both were accepted to the same school for college and you roomed with Peggy while Bucky roomed with Steve. The two of them knew you were completely in love with the guy and tried their hardest to make him see that he cared for you as well. But it never happened. You decided the time would never come and dated for the first time. A series of people came and went, and every time you compared them to the guy you grew up with. 

After college, Bucky met the redhead at work. She was the first woman he had to chase after, and the first one that lasted longer than two months. He never saw her snobby behavior, or that she was horrible to be around. Peggy couldn’t stand to be around the woman, and Steve struggled to find nice things to say. But when he proposed everyone faked a smile and congratulated him. If he was happy, you were happy. Right?

Except now here you are, in a bathroom at your best friend’s (love of your life) wedding sobbing. It should be you in the dress, getting the guy. You knew him better than he knew himself. You knew his favorite band, held him when he found out his mom died, stayed up for hours helping him study for tests. You were the one who deserved the happily ever after. 

But he did too, and his happily ever after didn’t involve you. So you caught your breath, wiped your tears, and fixed your dress. It was selfish to take away from his day. So you made your way to the seats and took deep breathes as the ceremony began. 

Bucky stands at the front of the room, looking nervous. Steve stands at his side, and other friends follow in suit to form the groomsmen. The typical music starts to play, and the sound feels like nails on a chalkboard. Natasha moves down the aisle perfectly as if she were a runway model. You watch as she greets him, and he doesn’t look any calmer. 

The ceremony starts and you almost blank out. But you hear the words “speak now” and you can’t hold it back anymore. With courage found from deep within you stand. The entire room gasps and you manage to see Steve stand with a smile.

“Don’t do it. Don’t get married,” you say surprising yourself.

“Y/N, what are you doing?” Bucky asks.

“Don’t get married to her. I- It isn’t right. I should have said it years ago but I’m in love with you. I can’t stand to see you with her. You should be with me. I’m the one who makes you smile, I’m the one whos been by your side since the beginning, I’m the one who loves you so much it hurts. Watching you be with her is killing me.”

“I-”

A moment of realization hits you and you recognize that you just objected to a wedding.

“Oh my god, I can’t believe I just did that. I. I’m sorry,” you say before running out of the building. 

Outside you catch your breath and know that you’ve truly lost it. No sane person objects at a wedding. Who were you kidding, there was no way that he would give up everything for you. You made a fool of yourself in front of all your friends, and his entire family. You could never show your face again. You accept defeat and begin to walk to your car, deciding that you need to change your name and move far away. 

You grab your keys from the clutch your holding and unlock the car. 

“Wait,” you hear from behind your back. Turning you see a disheveled Bucky.

“What are you doing!” you exclaim.

“You love me?” he asks sheepishly. 

“I’m so sorry. I should have just sat quietly and not ruined everything,” you say fumbling with your hands.

“You love me?” he repeats.

“Of course I love you, James.” 

“I’ve been in love with you since the moment I heard you giggle at the ribbon I tried to tie in your hair. I thought you didn’t feel the same way and have been trying to move on for over two decades. I don’t love Natasha. I thought marrying her would get me over you.”

“You love me?” you iterate the words Bucky had asked you.

“We’re really stupid huh?” 

“I can’t believe you just ran out of your wedding.”

“I can’t believe you objected!” he says laughing.

“Do you wanna go somewhere and talk?” you ask.

“More than anything,” he says getting in your car.

The two of you drive to a diner and order a meal. You look out of place completely dressed up eating burgers. 

“Wait, what happened with the wedding?” you ask.

“Steve said he would handle it so who knows.” 

It turns out Steve let Natasha know she was horrible and shrugged his shoulders explaining everyone should take food from the reception hall and go home. 

A year and a half later another wedding happened. This one looked identical to your dreams, down to the man holding your hand and reciting his vows. But this time there were no objections. He chose you, and you actually got the happily ever after. 

[skzzthingss]

Dangerous ~ Minho

Summary: (Requested) Hey can I request a stray kids mafia au? Where the reader is pregnant with minho's child? And she doesn't tell him that she's pregnant so he gets mad when he gets to know about it because her life was in danger and so was the babys?

Warnings: car accident, death, angst

Request here

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You cried putting the pregnancy test in the garbage, the positive symbol glaring back at you. You estimate you've been pregnant for a month, since that was roughly the last time you and your boyfriend, Minho, had sex. The timing couldn't be any worse. Your boyfriend's gang was currently at war, and had many enemies. You knew bringing child into the world with your circumstances would be very dangerous for everybody. You didn't want to tell Minho, because you knew he would want to keep it and raise it, you wanted to keep the child, just not in this kind of life.

"Minho?" You came into the living room where he was watching something.

"Yes? Do you need anything?" He turned to you right away, waiting for you to speak.

"I don't think I can do this anymore," you said with a quiet voice. Minho stood from the couch, approaching you with open arms.

"You're scaring me, what do you mean?" He asked, he took your hands in his, comfortingly.

"I mean, I think we should break up."

His eyes grew wide, "you don't mean that, do you?"

You nodded, tears flowing from your own eyes, "I do, I can't handle it."

He squeezed your hands lightly, "I understand," he mumbled through his tears, "but I'm still here, I always will be if you need me." You felt horrible. This wasn't the first time he lost a loved one because his profession, you can see how much it hurts him.

"I still love you," you say, "Maybe later, or another time, we can be together."

"I love you too," he kissed both your hands, before pulling you in for a kiss on your lips, "and I won't forget you."

...

It's been five months since you left Minho. You're living in an apartment now. You've got neighbors on the same floor as you, an old couple, a young family with one toddler, and another girl your age. You made friends with her quick, but never told her anything about Minho, you just said that things didn't work out with the father of your baby.

Your bump was showing now, and your new friend was helping you do some shopping, when you recognized two men watching you from afar. They were members of the rival gang. You rushed your friend in buying things, wanting to get out as soon as possible. You got into the car and urged your friend to drive.

"What's going on?" She asked, but listened to you anyway and sped out of the parking lot.

"There were two strange guys who were giving us weird looks," you explained, not wanting to worry her too much.

"Is it them?" She asked, glancing at the rearview mirror.

"It is! Step on it!" You panicked. Your friend did as you said, speeding up and turning into a more desolate area. The car's headlights behind you grew brighter, as you and your friend panicked, driving faster. Then the car behind you made contact with the back of the vehicle. Once, twice, then three times, making your car roll into a ditch.

You opened your eyes. The scene was dark, the car sped off. Glass was everywhere. Your hand slowly went to cradle your stomach. You turned your head. Your friend was still, blood littered your bodies. Was it hers? Yours?

You don't know how long it's been. But soon you see flashing lights and hear muffled voices.

"We've got a survivor!" You hear, "ma'am, were going to get you out."

You felt arms pull you out.

"My baby!" You tried to say, but your throat was raw, and your voice hoarse. They hauled you into the ambulance, and you blacked out.

...

You heard the steady sound of beeping as you slowly came back into consciousness. Your eyes opened, but then closed again, the white room stinging your eyes. You felt your hand was warm, someone was holding it.

"What if she dies?" You hear a familiar voice, Minho.

"The heart monitor shows otherwise, she'll be fine," you heard Chan say, "wait! Look!" Chan drew attention to you as your eyes opened fully taking in the scene. All of Stray Kids was there.

"You scared me, how are you?" He asked, immediately leaning forward to press a kiss on your forehead.

"I need a nurse!" You tried to sit up, but clutched your stomach in pain. Minho made you lie back down, and called for a nurse himself. The nurse came in, immediately checking you over.

"My baby?" You asked, in hysterics, "What happened to my baby?"

"We had to preform an emergency C-section, but your baby is doing good and is in intensive care right now," the nurse told you happily.

"Oh thank goodness!" You couldn't help but cry with happiness. The nurse nodded, and left, saying she's bringing you food later.

"Baby? What baby?" Minho asked, approaching you, "is it mine?"

"She is yours," you admitted, "that's why I left you."

Tears welled in his eyes, "you didn't even tell me about my own child?" He asked, angry.

"I'm sorry! I wanted to tell you, but I was dangerous!" You explained, feeling tears run your face too.

"Look at what happened! I almost lost both of you! I could have protected you!" He was heaving, but then he broke down. "I love you, and I'd do anything to protect you and my child."

He was sitting on his knees on the floor beside the bed, sobbing. You reached your hand down, unable to get off the bed, to touch his hair. You felt his hand grab yours and kiss your fingertips.

"I wish you told me, this wouldn't have happened," he whispered.

"I know, and I'm sorry," you said through your own tears. A knock at the door interrupted, a different nurse coming into the room.

"May i ask who the father of the baby is?" He asked. Minho stood up, raising his hand as he didn't fully trust his voice.

"Would you like to see her?" The nurse asked. Minho looked at you, and nodded. The nurse helped you into a wheelchair and wheeled you to see your baby. She was in a clear box, hooked up to several machines.

"Will she survive?" You asked.

"She doing great actually, the machines are just there because she's very premature," the nurse explained.

"She looks like you," Minho said, rubbing your cheek with the back of his finger.

"Also, I wanted to ask if you guys a name?" The nurse asked, holding a clipboard.

You look at Minho with a questioning look.

"Sure, I'll name her!" He smiled widely.

[sleepdepwritings]

Presented for archival purposes only, the first part of a story I wrote many years ago and will not be continuing no way it’s very bad.

A Save the Spiders Gig

by Cody L Ralston

Chapter 1

The vampires stormed the stage while we were in the middle of "Walking is Still Honest," which was not fucking cool.

First of all, it's my favorite song by my favorite band. You don't go with the stage name "Against Steve" unless you love Laura Jane Grace. Second, Ted steps back and lets me sing lead on that song, and I fucking shred at it. I shriek that motherfucker, alright?

And third, y'know. Vampires.

The gig was a bonfire/kegger/minor riot some local kids had arranged in the badlands outside of town. We were set up on a platform we'd jerry-rigged from some old wooden pallets and milk crates, wailing sloppily at two or three dozen drunken, pill-popping, weed-smoking punk kids and a handful of older crusties who thought we were "true punk" because we sucked. Everyone in that crowd was screaming, slamming, arguing, fighting, and a few on the outskirts of the firelight may have been screwing right there in the dust.

In all the chaos, it was easy to miss things that would otherwise have set off warning signals. Like flying bottles. Or jagged-toothed undead monsters leaping for my throat.

The first vampire, a young man with a mop of dark hair, came at me just as I made a flamboyant motion with my bass that ended with the body of the instrument coming up hard into his jaw. I choked on the line I'd been singing and made to apologize before I noticed that two other people had leaped onstage, and that all three of them were baring huge sharp teeth at me and my band. All three had dirty, claw-like nails to match, and their skin and eyes had a pale blue tinge that put me immediately in mind of dead things.

"Shit! Vampires! Shit!" I yelled, right into the microphone. The audience probably thought I'd gotten high and forgot the lyrics, but Kassie, Ted, and Dave dropped the song immediately and made to defend themselves.

"Steve! Catch!" Dave yelled, throwing one of his drumsticks toward me. I dived for it, but one of the vamps tackled me, cracking the pallets as our combined weights slammed down on them. I clawed and scrambled for the drumstick, but the vampire had me pinned by the legs and lunged for my neck at the same time.

There was a solid "THONK" and a whine of feedback. The vampire rolled off of me, hissing at Kassie, who had just clubbed him over the head with her guitar without bothering to unplug it from the amp. Holding it by the neck like a golf club, she hammered another blow into the vampire's temple while I got my feet under me and grabbed at the stick.

Wheeling around with the stick clutched in both hands, I brought all my weight down on the dazed vampire, driving the length of wood right into the center of his chest. The stick splintered and broke when it hit his sternum, but one splinter must have made it through the rotted bone to his heart. He shrieked with pain and rage, convulsing, tearing at the ground with his clawed hands and tossing his head back. I fell back,  Then, suddenly, his cries died off, his body went slack, and his flesh began to slough off, dissolving into a putrid, green-black goo that bubbled and stank.

Kassie reached out one heavily-tattooed hand to me and helped me up off my knees. I winced- her grip had driven some of the splinters deeper into my hand.

A few yards away, Ted was holding one of the other vampires off with a mic stand. He had butted the foot of the stand into the hollow of the bald, emaciated creature's throat, and was pushing with all his might to keep the frenzied thing at arm's length. The vampire howled and lunged, forcing him back.

"Guys, I need help!" Ted screamed, panic rising in his voice. "He's really dumb but he's really strong!"

I looked around for the nearest weapon and found nothing but the splinters of the pallet at my feet. Cursing through clenched teeth, I grabbed an arm-length piece of splintered board and lunged at the vampire's back, leading with the sharp(ish) tip.

Said tip sank several inches into the creature, right between his shoulderblades. Unfortunately, while the board stopped at several inches, I didn't. My momentum carried me forward into the now dying vampire, who in turn slammed forward into Ted. We all hit the ground with a muffled "Shit!"

For a terrfying instant the wailing, snapping, clawing thing was trapped between us. Then, finally, it stilled, melting into corpse-goo all over my fucking shirt. Ted's shirt too, I guess.

Breathing hard, we got up, shaking and covered in rotten sludge. Ted sputtered and wiped some of the stinking shit out of his beard. Kassie, ever appropriate, was pointing and giggling at us.

"You guys actually made vampire-slaying look pathetic!" She snorted. I glared and looked to the back of the stage.

"Where's Dave?!" I yelled. Our drummer and the third vampire had disappeared from sight, which was a hell of a trick considering dave is six foot two without his massive green warhawk.

"Oh, right here." Called a voice from my left. I whirled around to see Dave step into the firelight nearly twenty yards away from the rest of us. How the hell did he get over there so fast?

"One of the fuckers tried to run. Don't worry, I got him." Dave hopped up onto the stage, and I noticed he was gripping a ride cymbal in his left hand. He took his place behind his kit and replaced the cymbal. One edge was bent sharply and stained black. Dave looked to me, smiling beatifically.

"Shall we?" He asked casually.

I turned back to the partygoers spread out in front of us. All of them had stopped to stare at the fight. A few were gaping dully, some were murmuring questions to each other,and a few near the front looked like they were about to start screaming. For my part, I stared back at them, wide-eyed and soaked in what I was pretty sure was someone's liquified intestines.

Ted, natural showman, was the one who finally acted.

"Guess our friends jumped their cue a bit, huh?" He laughed into the nearest mic. "Hope you enjoyed out little skit there. He's some Misfits covers for you. ONETWOTHREEFOUR!"

***

We fumbled our way through "Astro Zombies" and "Last Carress," then ran for Ted's van, parked with the cluster of other vehicles beyond the fire. We huddled around the far side to discuss what had just happened.

"What the fuck Dave?!" I hissed. Dave drew back, looking indignant.

"What? What did I do? Some vampires just attacked us, why would you blame me?"

"What the FUCK, Dave?" Kassie and Ted spoke simultaneously.

"Dave" is not Dave's real name. We all took stage names when we formed our band, Save the Spiders. Theodore "Ted Kennedy" Paige is four lead singer, Kassandra "Kassie Kriminal" Jones our guitarist, Steven "Against Steve!" McCool (me, nice to meet you) our bassist, and Dave G. Abortion is our drummer.

I don't know Dave's real name. I don't know if he has a real name. What I do know about Dave is this- he is tall, tan, has dark eyes and typically Navajo features, and the night I met him I saw him transform into a ten-foot-tall insectoid monster and bite off a man's arm. The man survived. Don't worry though, because after a lot of explaining and screaming and vomiting, I helped Dave hunt him down and finish him off before he could eat a couple of toddlers.

Oh, and he's a decent drummer. Kind of a showboat though.

Since that night, we had all had further encounters with monsters and magic, and almost all had been attracted by Dave and his mysterious powers.

So we stood there, scowling, daring him to keep denying that this was somehow his stupid fault. Eventually, he sighed and rolled his eyes.

"Look, there are LOTS of vampires who don't like me. It'd be hard to narrow it down to one group and one reason."

"What, didn't you recognize any of them? You got real up close with the one guy." Kassie said. Dave shrugged.

"They were all fairly fresh. Probably servants to whoever had the real grudge. I expect there'll be more coming."

Ted groaned.

"Why are we always in the crossfire with you? Why can't they kill you in your sleep and leave us out of this?"

"Why, because you're my best friends and stalwart companions, and killing you would hurt me more than any wound, of course!" Dave grinned and tossed an arm around Ted's shoulders. Ted jerked away from him.

I shucked my ruined shirt and tossed it onto the rocky ground. I ran my hands through my shaggy blonde hair, trying to think up a plan of action.

"Okay, so. Dave, you need to ask around and figure out who's in town that might want you dead-"

"Long. List. Dude."

"What the fuck ever! Go through it! And we need to set up some kind of defense system at the house. I don't want to be eaten on a futon, I'll disappoint my parents." I glanced in the direction of the party, which had gotten back into swing. "And we can't take any gigs until we've got this sorted out. We don't want to get normals involved in this shit."

"Good thinking, by the way, Ted." Kassie interjected. "Passing the vamp attack off as part of the show. Think they bought it?"

"Yeah, yeah. Everyone there was off their skull on booze and speed. Half of them won't remember it happened at all, and I'm sure no one is going to leave here convinced they saw real vampires."

"I know I saw real vampires."

The voice came from behind us, between the cars. Everyone jumped and raised their hands in vague, ineffectual defensive motions.

A young man, probably around nineteen, stepped forward hesitantly. He was black, on the short side, with a swimmer's build and close-cropped hair. He wore a faded denim jacket, blue jeans, and a Ramones t-shirt, all rumpled and a bit ratty. His eyes were cast down shyly. While I should have been concentrating on what he was saying, I couldn't help thinking to myself that he also had a really cute face.

"Those were real vampires." He said, louder this time.

"Kid, you do NOT want to go around saying that." Kassie said, quirking a pierced eyebrow. "Normals will want to lock you up and vampires- if they existed, which they don't, nuh-uh, no way- would want to kill you. If they existed. Which-"

"I KNOW they exist." The kid looked up to meet our eyes, indignant now. "I know they exist because I've seen them before. They took some of my friends. I think they ATE them. And I came here tonight because someone told me you guys have handled creepy stuff like this before. I came here for your help." His eyes flicked down again, and his lower lip (his really quite full and soft-looking lower lip, I noted, like a fucking idiot) quivered. "They're after me, too. They know I know."

The band exchanged looks. If this guy had contact with the vampires, he probably knew who they were and maybe where they were holed up. And if they were after him, we had a duty as non-assholes to help him.

And, well... For all Ted's bitching, we all knew we were nursing a big stupid hero complex.

I held my hand out to him.

"My name is Steve McCool. And we're going to help you however we can, alright?"

He looked at me with relief in his shining eyes. He shook my hand, his own clammy and sweating.

"Thank you. Thank you so much. I'm Jamie, Jamie DeVries."

"Well Jamie, this is Kassie, Ted, and Dave. Hop in the van. We're going to pack up and then we can take you to our place and you can give us some details on these bastards." I turned to the others.

"Alright guys, let's haul ass and get back to the squat."

[jetfuel-cantmeltsteelbeams]

Congratulations~AU

For a moment, Rue just stared at the world around him to take it in. They were here, they had made it.

Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road. Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go. So make the best of this test, and don't ask why. It's not a question, but a lesson learned in time.

It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right. I hope you had the time of your life.

From what seemed like every direction, the flash of cameras blinded him to the thousands of faces in the crowd. The roar coming from the bleachers was deafening, nearly drowning out the speaker that filled the stadium, calling out the names of his friends.

A sea of white caps, with tassels hanging from the left on those who hadn't yet been to the stage.

So take the photographs, and still-frames in your mind. Hang them on a shelf in good health and good time. Tattoos of memories and dead skin on trial. For what it's worth, it was worth all the while.

We're here. We're really here.

It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right. I hope you had the time of your life.

Ruth Blyze Demmekke-Nightengale. His knees didn't buckle, his hands didn't shake. He stood and walked with his line to the stage, and though his stomach felt like it would float away, he focused on not tripping as he set each foot in front of the other.

Something nagged at him to do it, digging at his mind until Rue ducked his head enough to look around, not entirely sure what he was searching for-

There. Beside the steel beam of the bleacher, still standing in the walkway. Blyze's tight scowl locked in place, Rue could see the silverette's grey eyes watching him make his way to the stage.

"Someone has to run the compound while you're not here. The rebellion doesn't pause because you're busy that day." But he was there, watching.

It's something unpredictable, but in the end is right. I hope you had the time of your life.

On the way back, tassel adjusted to hang from the right side of his cap, Rue's eyes scanned the spot he'd seen his father in. Empty. He probably didn't want to hang around now that it was just about over.

But he'd come to see him graduate. The man who claimed to share nothing but DNA had come to see Rue get his diploma.

When he took his seat beside Daniel, his back was a little straighter.

It's something unpredictable, but in the end is right. I hope you had the time of your life.

>

Karsyn clutched the wine glass to her chest as she watched her sons enjoy their graduation party. It had taken her a few months to organize everything just the way she wanted it- and quite a bit from her husband's black card as well.

She'd had to call four months ago to reserve the mountain lodge for the three of them- one close enough to the Academy that they could throw a party for the entire graduating class after the family left. Daniel and Caydin had immediately put their heads together to put the word out a month before while Rue had been reluctant to accept the gift.

He hadn't wanted to be so far from the compound, in case his father called on him. Beating Blyze down enough to promise not to call on her son had taken three weeks in total.

The food had been ordered four weeks ago, the stocking of the pantries had been done last week for a small fortune. She'd spent two months just looking for the right dress to wear, let alone what to put the rest of her family in.

But the wetness that took his grey eyes when he went to hug her, the crushing of her ribs as he tightened his grip and whispered thank you after the ceremony, knowing he must have seen Blyze after months of her begging him to show up... that was something she never could have arranged, or planned, or given him if Blyze hadn't made the decision himself to drive up.

My mama called, seen you on TV. "Son," she said, "shit- don't change." Ever since we was on- I dreamed it all ever since I was young. They said I wouldn't be nothing, now they always say, "Congratulations!"

She'd let them unwrap Sythe's presents first. The God of the Damned sat back on the black leather couch with his girlfriend's toddler giggling in his lap, her little hands clapping his fingers as he watched the boys.

Raychl passed out the small boxes into the correct boy's hand; white for Daniel, grey for Rue, and blue for Caydin. Daniel's jaw dropped when he removed the lid to find his present, Caydin screamed. But it was Rue's grey eyes growing wide, the box hitting the floor between his knees as he clutched the key in his hand.

Nobody went to stop him as he angel bolted from the room, Caydin and Daniel hot on his heels with their own keys gripped tight in sweaty palms.

"Where is it?" "Did you hide them?" "WHERE THE FUCK IS IT?"

A honk in the front driveway. Karsyn walked with Sythe after he handed Eirian's daughter over and rose. They found all three boys losing their ever loving shit on the gravel drive, Nathaniel grinning from beside the first car. Three sets of headlights lit up the front of the cabin; a sleek, white Chevrolet Corvette ZR, a lifted, roll caged 2019 Jeep Wrangler, and a completely remastered 1970 Chevrolet LS6 Chevelle.

Worked so hard, forgot how to vacation. They ain't never had the dedication. People hatin', sayin we changed, and look- we made it. Yeah, we made it.

Once they'd wrangled the boys back into the cabin, the girls had been laid down together in a playpen. Nathaniel and Night flipped a coin to see who would have to follow up Sythe's cars, and her husband smirked as Nathaniel waved the boys to the three bags on the counter.

For Caydin, a bottle of bubbled Mermaid ale, made only by their witchdoctors to ease the dying into death. Isn't even sold on the blackest black market, and an entire, crystalloid blue bottle rest in the 17 year olds hands. Daniel's bottle was dark, scaled to look like a dragon's hide. Firewhiskey, banned from exporting since before any of the boys had been born. And for the angel, a bottle of the finest Drigulian ambrosia, given with the idea that he could open it and drink the wine of royals when he ends the great war.

God stepped forward as the boys settled down with their foreign bottles. "What did you get me, Da'?"

Night's eyes rolled at his son's words, but the small grin that mirrored him in Daniel's face didn't budge. His right hand went to his pocket as he replied, "I'm kicking you out." His eyes held each of their gazes one by one. "All of you. I never want to see you in my house again as long as I-"

"Dy."

"Except federal holidays."

"Dyatose."

"And birthdays."

"D-"

"And you-" he raised his right hand to point at Caydin. "-You, every Sunday." As he released his grip, a key fell into the blond's lap. "For the love of the Balance, do not miss those Sundays."

Fishing in his pocket for the spare two keys, he tossed one to Daniel and Rue. "Your shit is already moved- and yes, Daniel, your mother found your box of nude magazines under your bed. Those were moved too, but to the trash." Pocketing both hands, the raven haired God grinned at his boys. "It's the whole floor, three apartments. The floor below you is on the tab as well, so no neighbors. Top floor, great view." He winked at Caydin, turning his smile at Rue. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

They was never friendly, yeah. Now I'm jumping out the Bentley, yeah. And I know I sound dramatic, yeah. But I knew I had to have it, yeah.

And finally, they were opening her gifts. Rue and Caydin watched as Daniel ripped open the box she'd wrapped for him, the size of a fucking washer. The second he pulled the lip away to see what was inside, her son froze. His hand came down to close the box again, scooting it over to Rue as his eyes actually welled with tears as he found her face. There was real love there, glistening in his dark blue eyes as his lips moved without sound.

Her smile fell into a concerned frown. "Danicious, are you crying right now?"

Rue let out a low whistle as he glanced into Daniel's box, the blond to his right peeking over his shoulder. "Maman, I just..." Her son ran his hands over his face before getting up to wrap her in a tight hug. "I love you too, Ma'."

With a soft chuckle, she wrapped her baby in her arms and swayed with him from side to side. "My little warrior."

"-KARSYN DID YOU PUT WEED IN THIS BOX? DID YOU JUST FILL THE FUCKING BOX WITH WEED? GIVE ME THAT- KARSYN LYN WHAT THE EVER-LOVING FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?"

A half hour later, and one very simmering God, Karsyn got to watch Caydin and Rue open the envelops she'd handed them. Her chest tightened at the shock and awe that lit up Rue's face when he read what she'd written. 3 tattoo parlors names, addresses, and phone numbers beside a prepaid debt card and a number written beneath it with the balance she'd paid forward on his tattoos.

The black card in Caydin's envelope was identical to hers, connecting the blond to her bank account. But it was the tears that welled in his eyes when he unwrapped the pocket planner she'd added that choked her. His hands shaking as he turned each page to see that she'd scribbled out every Sunday in the entire damn book to remind him to go shopping with her...

His eyes came up to find hers, and it was all she could do to hold her ground as the young blond went barreling into her shoulder, face first. Her hands came down soft on his hair as she smoothed it away from his face, whispering how much she loved him in his ear.

And now that they were leaving, she didn't know what to do with her hands. Karsyn wrung her fingers as she stood beside her car door, staring up at the door to the cabin. They'd all said their goodbyes a while ago, again and again until it was just her and Night out front, buckling two sleeping toddlers into the car seats in the back.

"Ba’lra?"

"I'm coming," she replied, setting her hand on the hood of the car. Everything inside her screamed not to leave, to stay a little longer. She resented this change, that her boys wouldn't be hers anymore. She wouldn't make them breakfast for dinner as they sat at the table and studied with books and papers and laptops strewn all over her dining room. Their laundry wouldn't fall on her to spend nights waiting up for a load to finish because they're too tired to do it themselves. No one would be there to fill the house with conversation when Night was away on business, leaving her alone with the twins-

Just as she lowered herself in, the door to the cabin opened. She straightened as they came out of the house, running for her- What happened? What's wrong?

But before she could say a word, there they were. Their arms wrapped around her tight, from every angle, mumbling their thanks.

"Thank you for how much you've done for me." Rue.

"I love you, Maman. Thank you for making me study." Daniel.

"We wouldn't be here if it weren't for you. Thank you so much." Caydin.

And in a flash, she was back three years ago. Rue and Caydin's first holiday with their family; Bonfire night. Her husband stood beside her, his arm wrapped around her hip as he leaned down to whisper how badly he needed her in her hair. In the drive, the three boys jumped around from holster to holster, dropping fireworks in the launching pads. The sky lit up with every color she could imagine, and the laughter of her children warmed her chest.

"Oh," she mumbled through the tightening in her throat. "I love you too." Reaching up, she pulled each of them down to press her lips to their brows. "Behave. Just because you don't live in my house doesn't mean I won't still know what trouble you get into." Putting her hand to Rue's chest, "Do not let your father overwhelm you. Call me when he gets stuck in his ways- I'm serious." Caydin; "That planner wasn't a joke. We have a reservation at that French cafe on the corner that you like for Sunday at 11. They'll have our drinks waiting for when we come in." Daniel; "You're still responsible for your lessons with your father. You get two weeks off- and 'I forgot' is not an acceptable excuse for skipping it."

[allthingsteenwolf20]

Bitten - Part Five

<p>That afternoon the boys explained to Y/N that they had visited the address on the letter but didn't get far because the bridling had been reduced to ash and rubble even though it was still taped up. Stiles ten told her that he had snuck into his Dad's office and used his computer to pull up the fire and found out that the house had been torched a few months ago but it didn't make much of a story because it was abandoned at the time. Y/N stared at them confused. "I don't understand. So the letter in Liam's backpack was either a fake or forged?" She asked them. "That's what we think." Scott told her. "Then where did he come from?" Y/N asked looking over at Liam as he played on the rug with the building block set Derek had picked up for him.</p> <p>"You know what. This is far too much activity for 10pm. I'm going to go put Liam to bed and when I get back, we need a game plan of what's happening tomorrow." She told them as she scooped Liam in her arms. "Come on, sweetie. Bed time." She told him pressing a kiss to his forehead. "My bw'oks!" Liam whined reaching out for them. "They'll still be here tomorrow, sweetie. You can play with them after breakfast ok?" She told him. "Ok." Liam yawned resting against her. "That's my good boy." She cooed ruffling his hair. "I'll be up in just a sec, babe." Derek told her. After Scott and Stiles left, Derek locked up the loft and went into the kitchen to make a warm bottle of milk for Liam whilst Y/N got him changed and settled into bed.</p> <p>He joined her upstairs and saw Liam curled up in her lap as he started to whine. "Sssh it's ok, baby. It's ok. Look your milk is here. It's ok. Good boy." She praised him taking the bottle from Derek and double checking it's temperature before feeding Liam. She gently rocked him in her arms until he fell asleep. "I don't understand," she sighed sadly. "What is it, babe?" Derek asked sitting beside her. "How could anyone want to hurt such a sweet little boy?" She sighed and pressed a kiss to Liam's forehead. Liam reached up and touch her cheek with his little hand. Y/N couldn't help but smile down at him. "He's been with us for 2 days and I already love him so much." she told Derek. Derek smiled at her understanding how much she loved him.</p> <p>"I know you do babe, but first thing tomorrow we need to take him to Deaton. He can take a look at him and maybe find out something we don't already know." Derek replied. "Ok, but after we really do need to go to the mall to buy him a fresh set of clothes. I can't imagine how long he's been wearing what he already has." She told him. "Alright, babe. Try and get some rest too." He told her pressing a kiss to her cheek. He headed back to his office to do some more research for the night as Y/N was sat in bed with Liam resting beside her, he curled up resting against her as he clutched the her shirt. She idly ran her fingers through his hair and stroked his chubby cheek as he slept. How could anyone ever think of hurting him?</p> <p>~ the next day ~ </p> <p>That morning after breakfast, the couple decided to head to the animal clinic so Deaton could take a look at Liam. Derek knew the boy was a werewolf but there was something else he couldn't help put his finger on. "Alright, ready to go?" He asked her grabbing his keys as he balanced Liam on his hip. "Yeah I'm ready." She called grabbing her phone and swinging Liam's makeshift diaper bag over her shoulders as she took the small child from Derek. "Come here, sweetie." She cooed holding him in her arms. "W'ere goin'?" Liam asked looking up at Y/N. "We're going to the doctors to make sure you're ok, sweetie." Liam frowned, pouting at what he'd heard. "No wanna go." He protested crossing his arms across his little chest. "I know sweetie but you have to. We have to make sure you're ok." She told him. "We'll be with you the whole time, pup. It's ok." Derek reassured him. "Pwomise?" Liam asked looking up at the older alpha with his deep blue crystalline eyes. Derek smiled and nodded ruffling the boy's hair.</p> <p>The drive to the animal clinic didn't take long. It was empty early that morning when they had met up with Deaton who invited them in to the room at the back of the clinic. He looked at Liam seeing that the young was slightly terrified as he clung to Y/N. "Sweetie. It's ok, this man is our friend. He's here to help ok? Can you sit on this table for me?" She asked as she sat him down on the cold metal examination table. Liam sneezed from feeling cold and when he opened his eyes, they had shifted from his usual baby blue orbs to a fiery amber. "Liam, can you do that again?" Deaton asked. Liam looked up at the vet before saying "achoo!" making Y/N and Derek chuckle. "Not quite, baby." Y/N smiled. "Can you close your eyes for me, sweetie?" She asked him. Liam did as she had asked and kept them closed for 30 seconds. "Look at me, honey." She asked softly. Liam opened his eyes looking up at Y/N and they returned to their normal beautiful blue orbs. She cupped his face and pressed a kiss to his nose smiling. "Perfect." She smiled at him. Liam giggled at how she tickled his nose with a kiss. "Can I see your hands, Liam?" Deaton asked him. Liam held him his palms showing the veterinarian as he inspected his fingertips looking for any sighs of claws. "Good boy, well done for listening pup." Derek praised him. "I see." Deaton mumbled mostly to himself. "I think the explanation here is very simple." He added. "What is it?" Derek asked him. Y/N pressed a kiss to Liam's forehead and wrapped her arms around him. "Liam is indeed a werewolf but he's actually just a pup. The only thing he can do is shift his eyes. His claws haven't come in yet and everything else seems just about normal." He explained. "By normal, you mean he's just a regular toddler?" Y/N questioned. "Absolutely, but even though werewolves don't get sick, Liam here is still a pup so he can still catch a cold or a virus like any other human baby." He told her. Y/N nodded. "I understand, thanks" she replied scooping Liam up in her arms. "Thanks doc, we appreciate it." Derek thanked Deaton with a handshake and they left the clinic.</p> <p>It was only 11:39am and Liam was becoming fussy whining every so often. Derek suggested going back to the loft. In the car on the way home, Y/N turned to Liam and asked him an important question. "Liam, sweetie. Can you be a good boy and stay with Derek whilst I go to the store very quickly?" She asked him. "com bak k?" Liam asked her anxiously. "Of course I will, sweetie. I promise. Derek will take good care of you." She told him pressing a kiss to his cheek. They arrived home at the loft and Derek took Liam from Y/N's arms. She took the keys from Derek, pressed a kiss to Liam's cheek and a deep passionate kiss to Derek's lips and took the car heading to the mall.</p> <p>Back at home, Derek gave Liam a snack before setting the toddler down on the rug in front of him as Liam crawled over to play with his blocks. "Liam, will you come with me for minute?" Derek asked holding his hand out. "K" Liam chimed happily standing up to take Derek's hand. They went over to the long floor length mirror in the corner of the living room and Derek sat in front of it setting Liam down on his lap as he crossed his legs. "Can you change your eyes again, Liam?" Derek asked him. Liam gazed into the mirror and began to blink a few times looking at his eyes but nothing happened. He pouted in disappointment. "Hey, it's ok pup. You'll learn. Look in to the mirror." Derek told him. The older alpha closed his eyes and focused opening them again so Liam could see his bright fiery red orbs. "Alpha", Liam exclaimed standing up in Derek's lap and tapping the reflection of him on the mirror. "That's right, pup." Derek praised him closing his eyes as his alpha eyes returned to their gentle hazel colour. "Again!" Liam chimed happily. "You try, pup. I know you can do it." Derek encouraged him.<br /> "No work." Liam pouted. Derek chuckled and pressed a kiss to Liam's crown. "It will. You need to think about it, pup. Close your eyes and think really hard ok?" Derek told him running his hands through Liam's hair. Liam closed his eyes and scrunched up his nose thinking hard. "Ok pup, slowly open them." Derek told him softly. Liam looked into the mirror and saw his eyes had changed. "I did! I did, Dewek!" Liam exclaimed excitedly gazing at his reflection. "Great job, pup! I told you you could do it!" Derek praised him. Derek pat his knee and Liam sat down again. "Liam, can you say daddy?" Derek asked him. Liam looked up at the older alpha. "Daddy" Liam repeated. Derek pointed to himself and repeated "daddy". Liam jumped up and wrapped his arms around Derek's neck nuzzling into his neck. "Daddy!" He exclaimed excitedly. "That's my pup." Derek praised pressing a kiss to his cheek making the young boy giggle and touch his cheek because his kisses were scratchy from his beard unlike Y/N's whose were soft and sweet.</p> <p>~ at the mall ~</p> <p>Y/N had a successful mini shopping trip and managed to get Liam 3 new pairs of clothes. She stopped by the drugstore to stock up on medication after Deaton's warning and also picked up a pack of pull ups, a new blankie, new small plush toy knowing it would make him happy and a new pack of dummies. Once she purchased everything she needed she headed back to her car and made her way home. She arrived within 40 minutes and carried all the shopping bags into the kitchen. She could hear Derek talking so she poked her head into the living room to see him sat on the floor in front of the mirror with Liam in his lap teaching him how to shift his eyes back and forth. She smiled at such a sweet moment. Liam saw Y/N's reflection in the mirror and got up from Derek's lap and ran over to her. "Mommy!" He squealed happily. Y/N caught him in her arms and pressed a kiss to his cheek setting him down on her hip. "Hi baby! Did you miss me? You looked like you were having lots of fun, huh?" She asked him. "Mommy, I did!" Liam exclaimed to her. "Did daddy teach you how to change your eyes?" She asked him. Liam nodded proudly. "I'm so proud of you, baby. Well done!" She praised him pressing another kiss to his cheek setting him down on the rug as he ran over to his toy box.</p> <p>"Daddy, huh?" Y/N asked raising an eyebrow at him. "Well he calls you, mommy so I thought why miss out?" Derek explained joking. Y/N chuckled and shook her head pressing a deep loving kiss to his lips. "You'd make a great dad to him" Y/N commented. Derek smiled at her and pressed another kiss to her lips. "I'll try to." He told her. "I know you will, he loves you. You're his father figure, teacher, protector and role model all in one and I'm so proud of you". She smiled wrapping her arms around his neck. "I love you." Derek smiled running his fingers through her long wavy hair. "I wanna kiss too!" Liam exclaimed running over to the couple as he hugged them. Derek scooped him up and placed him between them as they each pressed a kiss to Liam's cheek making the young boy giggle in delight. "We love you," the couple replied in unison as they saw Liam's eyes sparkle in delight and a big smile spread across his little face.</p> <p>"Do you want to see what mommy bought you?" Y/N asked him. Liam nodded his head excitedly. She got up heading to the kitchen to retrieve her shopping. She pulled out the new clothes, a new set of dummies, new blankie and small plush toy placing it all in front of Liam. "All mine?" Liam asked her as he touched the clothes and held the dummies and small plush toy in his hand still unsure. "Of course it is, sweetie. Look, you have new clothes, a new blankie, some new dummies and a new plushie." She told him smoothing back his hair. "What do you say, pup?" Derek urged him to use his manners. "T'ank oo, mommy." Liam replied shyly. Y/N smiled and scooped him up onto her lap and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "You're welcome, sweetheart." She cooed. "Why don't you show mommy what you learnt, pup?" Derek encouraged him. Liam nodded and looked back into the mirror and concentrated just like he had done with Derek. He opened his eyes and looked up at Y/N with his brilliant amber orbs. "Beautiful." Y/N smiled at him. Liam closed his eyes focusing again until they changed back. "No scared, mommy?" Liam asked her nervously. "No baby, of course not. You're still the same adorable little boy we both love ok?" She reassured him tickling his tummy pressing a kiss to his cheek. "Your mommy's right, pup. We love you so much and nothing will change." Derek also reassured him and pressed a kiss to the young beta's forehead as he ruffled his hair. "Love you mommy, daddy" Liam replied contently as he threw his arms around Y/N and Derek's neck as he hugged them tight.

[demondeanismybaby]

Dean Don’t Laugh

Pairing: Dean x reader

Warning: none I can think of

word count: 1501

Summary: Reader meets Dean on a hunt and things get weird, Dean however doesn’t seem to mind.

A/N: This was a request for an anon, Can you write a dean x reader where the reader gets turned into a toddler because of a spell or something? I haven’t writen any deaged!reader, so I hope it is ok.

Dean had called you in to help with the witch he was trying to hunt down, Sam was busy doing research on some other big bad they were looking into and he needed backup. You had helped him and John a few smaller cases back when Sam was going to Standford so basically you had known the Winchesters forever. You jumped on bored to see Dean again, you missed the days when the two of you would hang out doing research together. He was funny, always finding ways to make you laugh until tears sprang from your eyes.

Driving up to the house in the suburbs, you wondered why witches tended to hang out in the well to do neighborhoods. They all seemed to be a variation of the bored housewife, and you wished they could just join a book club or something instead of ruining people’s lives.

Kicked against the door of the impala was none other than Dean Winchester, his green eyes creased with the lines of the smile that overtook his face the minute you stepped out of your car. Buttoning up your blue blazer, and trying to look professional enough to play the part of FBI officer in training, you walked over to Dean. He paused to flatten your collar.

“Looking good,” he said with a wink.

You rolled your eyes, you knew you looked like a substitute teacher but it was the only thing you had other than your jeans and t-shirts none of which passed for professional. “Lets go Winchester,” you started to walk up to the door. Dean split off from you and jogged up the road to get on the side of the house.

He had already filled you in on the details of the case so far. There had been two deaths so far, people had suddenly aged to the point where their bodies had just given out. It had caught his attention but when he showed up he found that both victims had worked at the same call-center and they had one fellow employee that had filled harassment claims against both of them days before their strange deaths. Eventually he had found the hex bags at both of their homes and traced the suspected witch here.

You reached a hand out to knock on the door, ready to go with the typical, “Did you know the suspects,” and then Dean was supposed to go around back and find any of the witches spell books, supplies or alter. Before you hand had even come down on the door, it was opening inwards.

The woman didn’t ask for your badge or anything, “just come in,” she said as she walked in to the expensively furnished living room. You were worried it seemed suspicious, still you needed to keep her attention off of Dean, at least until you could buy him enough time to search the house.

“I just have a few questions,” you said as you sat across from her place on the white leather sofa.

She tapped her french manicured nail against the arm rest, taking in your wrinkled polyester suit, “lets cut the bullshit, your not a cop so why are you here?”

“Well,” you weren’t the best at thinking on your toes, “actually, I am a private investigator hired by the Charles family to gather information about you.” You hopped that the ploy would work, Charles was the last name of one of the victims.

She huffed at you, clearly not buying it, “your a hunter, and now I am going to have to do this,” she pulled out a bag of strange looking powder from the side table, and before you could even register to move she was throwing it in your face.

You started to clutch your chest and wheeze, as you fell onto your knees you watched as she walked out of the room. You couldn’t even move to go after her, a fact that she was probably counting on. You wondered if she had known Dean was going to be there too. After a few long minutes your breath turned back to normal but you felt strange.

“Y/n?” Dean was looking down at you, he seemed so much taller all of a sudden.

“The witch, she did something,” your voice seemed strangely high pitched and your body felt strange, “where is she?”

Dean motioned at your body, “Uh I think we have bigger problems.”

That’s when you looked down at your hands they were tiny, your blazer that had been a little tight was suddenly gigantic on you, the sleeves pooling around your arms. Then you tried to see the rest of your body, it was lost in a sea of too big fabric, “what the fuck did she do to me?”

Dean started to laugh hysterically, clutching his sides, and tears springing up in his eyes. “Your adorable,” he said between shaky breaths, “we gotta get you out of here.”

Scooping you up he carried you out to the impala, buckling you in as your tiny hands struggled to click in the seatbelt. You hated how much he was enjoying this situation. His face looked like it was going to split in half his grin was so wide.

“Shut up, Dean,” you huffed finally as he kept looking over at you on the drive chuckling.

“Now, that’s naughty talk y/n, none of that,” he said in a mock serious tone, schooling his face into a semi frown.

You rolled your eyes at him, you tried to roll up your sleeves so you could move your hands more easily. It was no use though. You could barely see out the window of the impala you were so small, but you knew you had gotten somewhere as Dean slowed to a stop. He parked and got out of his side of the car and you waited for him to open your door. As he came around he unbuckled you and scooped you into his arms holding you tight against him. It was a rundown motel, he must have been staying at.

He opened the door, balancing you on his knee as he fumbled with the key, then he kicked it closed behind you both as he set you gently down on the bed. He began digging in his bag, “here he said,” handing you one of his t-shirts. He turned around to let you change and you balanced the best you could on the bed and did your best to fumble out of the too big garments that you had on and eventually pulled on Dean’s shirt which hung on you like a dress, the edge of it went past your feet.

You would have guessed that you had the body of a four year old, but you had no desire to thoroughly inspect your exact situation. It was all way to weird and you were getting more pissed by the second.

“Dean we’ve got to fix this, like now,” you were pouting but you didn’t care.

Turning back around Dean smiled at you, sitting next to you on the bed and scooping you into his arms forcing you onto his lap. He dwarfed you completely, but you felt warm and safe in his arms making you feel momentarily better.

“Nah,” he said resting his chin on your head, “I think I like you better this way.”

Even though you hated how much he was enjoying your annoyance, you couldn’t help but lean into his touch as he brushed a hand through your hair. It was strange how being with Dean in this situation wasn’t causing him to have a major freak out, you wondered why.

He turned you around so you were facing him, “seriously, you and me, we didn’t have the best childhoods. What if you could do it over?”

Your head was craned back to try and look at his face to gauge if he was joking, but you could tell he wasn’t, “what Dean and just pop up in some foster home with the knowledge of a full grown adult in a kids body?”

“Nah I mean,” his eyes dropped, “I could do it, you could stay at the bunker.” When he looked back up at you he was smiling and brushed your hair out of your eyes.

You didn’t know what to say. All you could do was climb off Dean and change the subject, “whatever Dean, I wanna watch some TV.”

Still grinning he got up and flicked on the small set that was in the room, blocking the screen from your view he fumbled with the buttons. You waited patiently trying not to think anymore about this witch crap and then he stepped away and you could see the bugs bunny cartoon he had found. Clearly this was not going to be an idea he gave up on easily. You huffed at sat down, eyes glued to the screen because you had to admit this stuff was kind of funny.