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marvelfanfn2187a113 · 1 year ago

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Sam and Dean Winchester & little sister!reader, Demon Dean & little sister!reader

Requested by @abiball027

Synopsis: Dean does some things as a demon that everyone regrets.

Warnings: demon blood addiction, demon Dean gets the reader addicted to demon blood, kidnapping, this one’s kinda dark guys, angst with a happy ending.

Part 2 is here

Your body was on autopilot as it led you through the bunker. You didn’t even realize you were headed to Dean’s room until you stopped in front of his door, unable to go further. Your hand twitched towards the knob, but you stopped yourself from reaching out to grab it.

There was nothing in there you wanted to see. You didn’t want to look at Dean’s body again; you couldn’t.

You staggered in surprise when the door flung open. Dean’s frame filled the doorway, and it was all you could do to stay upright.

“De…what…” you caught sight of Crowley in the room behind him, and you directed your next words at the king of hell. “You—did you bring him back?”

You didn’t want to wait for an answer; in fact, you were a split second away from throwing yourself at your big brother when Crowley stepped between you.

“I wouldn’t do that; he’s still adjusting.”

“Adjusting? Crowley, what did you do?” You demanded, before shaking your head. “You know what, it doesn’t matter. I’ve gotta tell Sam.” You turned to go, but Dean’s hand shot out at an inhuman speed, and he held your arm in a vice grip.

“What—Dean?” You looked up in surprise at your big brother.

“No Sam,” he demanded, but his eyes seemed unfocused. That is, until he blinked and they flashed black. You wrestled your arm from him and stepped back, your hand going to the demon knife at your belt. You pulled it out, directing it at Crowley.

“You…” your voice shook with anger, and you nearly choked on it. “You let one of your filthy demons possess my brother?”

“Not exactly.” Crowley shrugged.

“What—“

Dean interrupted you.

“It’s all me, sweetheart.”

“That’s not possible.” You shook your head. “It can’t be.”

“Oh it’s Dean alright,” Crowley said. “Because of the Mark of Cain, he can’t be killed. I merely brought his soul out of its little…hibernation. Or, chrysalis, I suppose is a better analogy. And now he’s evolved into…well, this.”

Dean and Crowley’s matching grins turned your stomach.

“W-we…” you swallowed, trying to let your mind catch up with your racing heart. “We can fix this. We know how-how to cure demons. I can get Sam and we—“

“No!” Dean’s sudden tone change made you flinch. “I don’t want to be cured, and you’re not going to get Sam.”

“I-I don’t understand.” you shivered.

“No. You wouldn’t.” Dean chuckled darkly. “You wouldn’t understand power.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Don’t play dumb, sweetheart. You’ve always been the weak one, so you wouldn’t understand what having power feels like.” Dean’s eyes flashed black again, and you flinched. “Well I’ve got power now, and I like how it feels.”

“Stop it.” You shook your head, turning to Crowley. “Dean wouldn’t say this stuff. What did you do to him?” You yelped in surprise when Dean’s hands once again grabbed your arms.

“It’s all me, N/N. The new me. The better me.”

You tried to break free from Dean’s grip, but he wouldn’t let go. Crowley stepped forwards, putting a hand on Dean’s shoulder.

“We should get out of here while Moose is still gone.”

“You’re right.” Dean didn’t release his grip on your arm. “But I’m bringing her with.”

“What?” You and Crowley asked in horrified unison.

“Dean, you agreed to leave it all behind. You said you didn’t want—“

“I said I didn’t want Sam stopping me,” Dean interrupted Crowley. “She’s not strong enough to do anything to me.” Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment as Dean continued. “But, with a little help, she could be useful.”

“Help?” Crowley frowned. “How could she do anything for us?”

“She can…” Dean’s eyes flashed black—it seemed to be his new favorite trick. “If I give her a taste of power.” Dean shoved you towards Crowley. “Hold her still.”

Crowley took hold of your arms without question, although he was clearly hesitant.

Dean took the demon knife out of your hands easily, and he sliced a small cut on the heel of his hand.

“What are you—“

Dean took advantage of your mouth being open by pressing his palm to your lips. You froze up as Dean’s other hand came up to plug your nose.

He’d completely cut off your air, and you struggled as the metallic taste of Dean’s blood invaded your mouth. He and Crowley easily held you still, and Dean kept his hand there for several seconds before moving it so that his palm was covering your mouth. No more blood was going in, but you still couldn’t breathe.

“Swallow and I’ll let you go,” Dean said. You continued to struggle, but it was useless. “C’mon little sister, just swallow.”

You struggled until you felt dizzy and your lungs were screaming. You swallowed almost without meaning to, the bitter taste of Dean’s blood invading your senses. Dean and Crowley released you simultaneously.

You backed away from both men, stumbling against the wall as you gasped for breath. You didn’t even know what to say; you were too confused, too hurt, too scared.

“What was that?” Crowley asked, sounding as confused as you felt.

“Like I told you,” Dean growled. “With a little power, this little rugrat might be useful. And since I’m the one controlling the power…” Dean waved a hand over his cut wrist, and it healed itself. “I’m the one who she has to listen to. The perfect little sidekick.”

You didn’t need to hear anything more. You turned on your heel and tried to run, but Dean grabbed onto your arms and flung you against the wall. The back of your head hit the wall, and suddenly you couldn’t see or feel anything.

…

You awoke to the gentle purr of the Impala, and for a long moment you couldn’t tell what was going on. Were you on a hunt? You couldn’t remember. Then you tried to move your hands to rub your face, and they stopped, impeded by something metal. Your eyes fluttered open, and the first thing you saw was your hands cuffed to the back of Dean’s seat. Crowley was in the passenger seat, and the memories came back almost instantly.

“She’s awake,” Crowley said.

“Ahh, good morning sweetheart,” Dean grinned, a sickeningly sinister smirk that looked nothing like your big brother.

“Where are we? Where are we going?” You looked out the windows, but the road sides were no help to your poor sense of direction.

Dean just chuckled.

“Wherever we want.”

…

The three of you drove all day, and once the sun lowered behind the horizon line, Dean pulled into a seedy motel. He opened his door and came around to your door. He didn’t unlock your cuffs; instead, he pulled a flask from his back pocket and unscrewed it, bringing it up to your mouth. You knew it was his blood before the liquid touched your lips, but again your struggles were futile as Dean held his hands over your mouth and nose until you swallowed.

“See, that’s not so bad,” Dean cooed even as you shuddered. “A few more of these and you’ll be so hooked, you’ll be begging me for another hit.”

Crowley watched with an unreadable expression as Dean freed your wrists from the handcuffs and led you inside the motel. Within minutes, Dean had you cuffed to the air conditioner in his room, and he and Crowley were off to party at the nearest bar. You tried to wiggle around to reach into your pocket, only to discover that Dean must’ve taken your phone and lock picking kit while you were knocked out. With nothing to focus on, you became acutely aware of the hunger pangs that were becoming more frequent: you hadn’t eaten since you’d been in the bunker. But soon, a different hunger took hold of you. It was unfamiliar, and it hurt worse than normal hunger. Fear began to nag at you, but you shook it off. You couldn’t be hooked on demon blood already, could you?

You couldn’t be sure, and that only flamed your panic. This whole situation was crazy, and you didn’t know how to adjust; Dean, a demon; you, kidnapped; and demon blood being fed to you no matter how much you tried to resist. Your mind played around with the idea that it wasn’t really Dean—that Crowley had lied and it really was some random demon inside your brother’s corpse—but you knew that Crowley, as devious as he was, had no reason to lie.

And that meant that it really was your big brother, trying to turn you into a demon blood addict just so that he could use you.

“We’re back!” Dean crowed triumphantly, snapping you out of your thoughts as he entered the motel with Crowley at his heels. A fast food bag was tossed into your lap, and Dean reached over your head and released you from the handcuffs. You chowed down on the burger without hesitation—you were too hungry to be ornery—noting in the back of your mind that Dean had remembered exactly how you liked your food; maybe he was still in there somewhere.

To your dismay, the food could only satisfy so much, and that unfamiliar pain lingered. You felt your eyes unintentionally slipping towards Dean’s flask, and unfortunately Dean noticed too. A wide grin split his face as he looked from you to his flask.

“Knew it wouldn’t take much to have you hooked,” he said, and when you started to shake your head in a panic his gaze softened—if only slightly. “Hey now,” he soothed, coming to sit by you and pulling out his flask. “It hurts, right?” At your hesitant nod, he continued. “I know it does. Now let your big brother take the pain away, ok?”

His tone was so familiar, and yet so unfamiliar at the same time. Soothing words that Dean might say to you before stitching up a wound—but that was not what was happening now. Dean’s voice was gentle, but his eyes held a dead indifference that had never been directed at you, not from Dean. Everything felt so wrong, and you were so overwhelmed and hurting that you could do nothing but cry softly as Dean lifted the flask to your lips and forced the liquid down your throat. He didn’t even bother to plug your nose, as you were too tired to fight him—you swallowed with no protest other than the tears tracking down your cheeks.

White hot shame filled you along with the demon blood. You had more fight in you than this, you knew you did. But this was different.

You’d never expected to be fighting against your brother, and that thought alone drained all of the fight in you.

“There it is.” Dean’s smirk turned your stomach, and you were already starting to regret eating that burger. “See? Feels good, doesn’t it?”

You tried to turn away from him, but he grabbed onto your shoulder.

“C’mon, I’m gonna cuff you near the couch so you can get some sleep.”

Dean cuffed your hands to the nightstand next to the couch. You could lay on the couch with your arms stretched over your head; it was uncomfortable, but better than the floor you supposed.

To your surprise, you fell asleep quickly, drained from the long day on edge. But it was a fitful sleep, and some time in the middle of the night you awoke panting. It took you a moment to realize what was different; you weren’t handcuffed anymore. You looked down in your lap to see the cuffs in three pieces. You stared down at your hands; had you done that?

A groan from one of the beds had you flinching as Dean sat up. His eyes found you in the dark, and your heart skipped a beat when you saw the black abyss that used to be your brothers bright green eyes. Then he blinked, and the green was there, but it wasn’t the same.

“Go back to sleep,” he demanded, and you were laying back down when he suddenly got up. You felt your body shaking as Dean approached you; you’d never been more scared of anyone than you were of Dean right now.

“Seems the demon blood is working,” Dean chuckled as he held up the broken cuffs. His eyes flickered to you. “How does power feel, little sister?”

You didn’t know how to answer that question. You didn’t feel powerful. Sure, you could break steel without even meaning to, but you had no power over your situation; if anything you felt more helpless than you ever had.

Unless…

Remembering Sam’s powers when he’d been drinking demon blood, you pushed your hand out in front of you. Before you even made contact with Dean, he staggered back and fell—you had telekinesis!

You jumped up from the couch and ran for the door. It had the door-block on it, but it tore loose when you yanked the door open. You took one stride out into the night air before strong arms wrapped around your midsection and flung you backwards, back into the motel room.

“Your powerful, little sister,” Dean chuckled darkly. “But not more powerful than me.”

You backed away, not even looking where you were going as you tried to escape your approaching brother. Your foot caught on the desk, and you went down hard, but you kept backing away, using your hands to scoot back. It didn’t do much, and when Dean reached you he gripped your shoulder and dragged you to your feet. He shoved you back down onto the couch, and turned and walked out the door without another word. You sat there in confusion until Dean returned—presumably from the Impala—with thick chains in his hands.

“This should hold you for a bit longer.” He smirked. “At least until I can get you so addicted to blood that you won’t leave.”

“That’s not going to happen,” you insisted.

Dean just laughed.

…

The pain was all consuming; you could think of nothing else. You were hungry, too, and thirsty, and your back ached from sleeping on the couch; but none of that mattered. All you could think about was blood.

You found yourself suddenly much more sympathetic towards Sam; sure, you’d felt bad for him—you knew his addiction had hurt like crazy—but you’d never felt it before. It was a new kind of pain in a world where you thought you’d experienced every kind.

What made it hurt worse was knowing that it was your big brother inflicting this pain, and not to get you un-hooked on demon blood; he was doing it to teach you some kind of sick lesson. Or maybe he thought it would get you even more addicted; if so, it was working.

After your little stunt trying to run away, Dean had chained you up to the wall, gagged you, and left with Crowley. That was yesterday; he hadn’t returned, even when night came and went. He knew the withdrawal pains would hit you like a truck; you figured that was the point.

What if it wasn’t a lesson? What if he was just sick of dragging you around, and he left you there? His words wouldn’t stop echoing in your head…

“You’ve always been the weak one…”

You’d always felt that way, but to hear Dean—even a black-eyed Dean—say it out loud hurt more than you wanted to admit.

And the fact that, even with demon blood in you, you couldn’t break out of the chains Dean put on you seemed to aid his description of you.

Were you really so pathetic that you were only useful when pumped full of demon blood?

“Hiya sweetheart, did you miss me?”

You’d been so lost that you didn’t even notice Dean enter the hotel room until he was right in front of you, unlocking your cuffs and pulling the gag down. When he was done, you felt your hands grip onto his arm of their own accord, and your eyes found his pleadingly. You wanted to pretend you didn’t know what you were pleading for—food, maybe? Water? But you and Dean knew all too well.

“You did miss me,” Dean said with a grin. “Is this what you want?” Dean held up a fast food bag. You hadn’t eaten in a day, you should have wanted it.

But you didn’t even look at it.

“No?” Dean put the bag down and picked up a water bottle. “How about this? Not this either?”

“Dean…” you mumbled, your eyes slipping down to your hands. “It…it hurts, Dean.”

“Aww.” Dean chuckled. You knew he was patronizing you, but you didn’t care. You just wanted him to make the pain go away.

“What about this?” Your eyes lifted to see Dean pulling out his flask. You saw a hand reach out for it, surprised when you realized it was your own. Dean wouldn’t let you touch it, though. He pulled it out of reach, shaking his head. “Don’t touch, sweetheart. That’s my job.”

You didn’t move as Dean opened the flask and lifted it to your face. You wished you could pretend that he was forcing you to drink the blood, but it wasn’t true anymore. He really had gotten you hooked.

The only question now was what would Sammy do when he found you?

…

The next few weeks fell into a regime. You tagged along while Dean and Crowley dragged you to town after town, bar after bar, motel after motel. After the first week, Dean stopped using the chains; he didn’t need them anymore. The resourceful, smart Winchester in the back of your mind knew that he was training you like a dog—when you listened, he let you drink from his flask; when you disobeyed, he let you suffer—but there was nothing you could do. You couldn’t resist the demon blood anymore, it hurt too much. And a part of you—the part desperate to please your big brother—didn’t want to. Dean thought you were useless without powers, and you didn’t have it in you to disagree anymore. The only reason Dean even wanted you around was that you had powers. Without that…

You were snapped out of your thoughts when Crowley approached you and Dean.

“We need to talk,” he said to Dean.

“So talk,” Dean said with a shrug. “She won’t bother us.” Dean waved offhandedly at you.

That’s all you were now; the sidekick, the tool, meant to stand aside and keep quiet.

“I don’t think you want her to hear this.” When Dean didn’t respond, Crowley sighed and continued. “Moose called.”

You stiffened, and Dean noticed.

“Go take a walk, N/N,” Dean said. You didn’t argue—you’d given up on that—but you did hesitate. Dean blinked, his eyes flashing black, and you flinched. “I said take a walk.”

You left without another word, but your brain was going a million miles a minute.

Sam called? Was he coming? Would he fix Dean…and you?

…

You returned to Dean when he waved you over.

Like an obedient little puppy, you thought disgustedly. You thought you’d given up on your pride and your dignity weeks ago, but the thought of Sam returning to see you like this brought it all rushing back.

“Here.” Dean pulled out his flask when you approached him. You stiffened and you had to force your head to turn away from your big brother. Dean scoffed, “One mention of Sammy and now you’re all high and mighty?” Dean’s fingers clenched around your jaw, and he turned your chin to face him. “Let me make this clear; drink now, or I won’t let you for the next two days.”

Your breath caught in your throat; the most he’d ever cut you off was for about a day, and that had been one of the most painful days of your life. You couldn’t do it, you knew you couldn’t.

Dean let go of your face, and you tilted your head up slightly, your lips parting just a little. It was all the assent that Dean needed.

“That’s what I thought,” he huffed, uncapping his flask.

What had you gotten yourself into?

…

You’d been getting better and better with your powers. Dean had had you practicing, mostly on random demons that Crowley let get too close to him.

The better you got, the more you began to think that Dean was right; you had been useless before, never able to help your brothers. Now you could help—now you had power.

Every time you got better with your powers, Dean would flash you a wide grin—it was cocky, not at all like his old proud smile—but it was good to see nonetheless. It felt good to do something for your big brother. It felt like you were finally repaying him for everything he had done for you.

“Pick a side!”

You were snapped out of your thoughts by Crowley’s outburst. You had followed Dean into Crowley’s demon meeting after Dean murdered one of Crowley’s clients. After weeks around Crowley, you tended to tune him out, but now he seemed heated, and Dean was tense beside you.

“Or what?” Dean asked before shoving a Crowley across the floor. Crowley got up in a huff, glancing around as if to see if his demons had noticed—of course they had.

“This—“ Crowley gestured between himself and Dean “—is over. You’re too unpredictable.”

“Ok,” Dean said, a nonchalant smile gracing his lips. “How’s this for unpredictable?” And suddenly he was looking at you, eyes boring into you as if you could read his mind. To your surprise, you could; or at least, you knew what he wanted. He wanted to piss Crowley off—he wanted you to exorcise all of Crowley’s goons. You’d only ever exorcised one at a time, which was a far cry from the five that surrounded you now.

Still, your big brother wanted something from you, and you were going to do your best.

You closed your eyes in concentration, holding your hand out as almost an anchor. You could feel the power pulsing through your blood, as if the demon blood was intertwining with your own. You heard screams of pain from the demons, but you blocked them out, hyper-focused. When the screaming stopped, you opened your eyes to see five empty vessels strewn across the floor. Your attention turned to Crowley, your hand still outstretched.

He staggered back a half step, but Dean reached out and pushed your hand down.

“Hey, easy—not him sweetheart.”

Your attention turned to Dean at his words, and there it was; that proud grin. Your lips twitched up even as you thought that you missed the way the old Dean would let you know he was proud of you. The way that he’d smile a real smile, and ruffle your hair, and say, “Good job, kid.”

Instead, this Dean smirked and pulled his flask out of his back pocket, holding it for you to drink from even as he turned his attention back to Crowley.

“You want unpredictable? You want this to be over? Good; I don’t need you, I never did.” Dean capped his flask and turned to go.

He didn’t even look back to see if you would follow; he knew you would.

…

You sat on a stool beside a piano in an empty bar, watching Dean play around with the keys. It had been hours since he’d let you have a drink, but every time you tapped his arm he just snapped at you to leave him be. You were doing just that—sitting quietly and watching your big brother—when the door to the bar opened.

“Sam!” You jumped up before you’d even fully registered that it was Sam who’d walked in the door. When you started towards him, Dean’s voice stopped you.

“No.”

It was just the one word, but it was enough. Your body acted almost if its own accord, stopping the instant the word was out of Dean’s mouth. You’d gotten used to obeying him without question lately, and it was a habit you weren’t so sure you could break.

“Commere,” Dean said, and again you listened, going to stand beside him as he stood from the piano bench.

Your eyes drifted to Sam, who was looking from Dean to you in utter confusion.

“Good.” Dean’s voice brought your attention back to him, and you saw him reaching into his back pocket for his flask. Your stomach dropped to your toes; that was why he wouldn’t let you drink earlier. He suspected that Sam was coming, and he wanted you to be desperate enough to drink in front of him. Your heart caught in your throat as you stared up at Dean, as if he could somehow undo what he’d already done. He just smirked at you as he uncapped the flask and held it up.

Your body was screaming for it—you’d been achy, pain stiffening your muscles for at least an hour—you needed it. Keeping your eyes downcast so that you didn’t have to see Sam’s face, you took a half step closer to Dean and let him tilt the contents of the flask into your mouth.

“What are you doing?” Sam lurched forward, recognizing the substance immediately. “Dean, you can’t! Y/N, stop!”

“Aww, it’s not her fault, Sammy,” Dean chuckled as he pulled the flask away and capped it. “She was never gonna be strong enough to stop me.”

You ducked your head in shame even as your nerves were screaming for more blood. You couldn’t bear to even look in Sam’s direction.

“Dean, what did you do?” Sam demanded, panic lacing his tone.

“Made her useful!” Dean insisted, still grinning like this was all a great joke. “You should see her now, Sammy. She exorcised five demons all at once today, I bet she’s pretty tired out.”

Despite yourself, your lips twitched up in a small smile at Dean’s words. He was bragging on you to Sam—it was nice to hear.

“Useful?” Sam’s scoff brought the shame back. “Dean, she’s not an object! She’s not some kind of tool for you to use! She’s our sister!”

“So what? She was useless before, a weak and pathetic tag-along. I finally brought some purpose to her life.”

You bit down hard on your lip to keep it from quivering. You kept your gaze down so you didn’t have to see either of your brothers.

“Dean, stop it!” Sam yelled.

“Fine.” Dean shrugged. “You want me to stop? Try and bring her back. She won’t go, I’ve got her hooked more than you ever were.”

Dean stepped back, watching from the other side of the piano while Sam approached you. You kept your eyes on your shoes even as you heard Sam approaching.

“Honey, hey, look at me.” Sam came to a stop mere inches from you. Your breaths picked up as tears blurred your vision, but you forced yourself to blink them back and look up at your brother. The hate that you were expecting wasn’t there, neither was the disgust or the anger. Instead, Sam’s eyes were gentle; understanding. “I can help you. You don’t have to keep doing this.”

“But…” Dean’s words swam around in your head, and they were all you could think of. “But without this I’m useless. I wanna be useful. I’m useful, Sammy, I’m powerful!”

Sam’s gaze never wavered.

“But are you happy?”

You stopped. You’d been so worried about being useful to Dean, that you hadn’t even thought about…

Your head shook slowly from side to side, the tears returning. Sam’s gaze softened even more.

“Oh, sweetheart…”

“I’m…I’m sorry, Sam,” you whimpered, finally letting the tears fall. “I-I didn’t mean to—but I can’t st-stop.” You covered your face with your hands as you sobbed, and you flinched when you felt Sam’s hand on your shoulder.

“Shh, hey…” Sam pulled you into his embrace, and you felt him press a kiss to the top of your head as he rubbed your back. “Honey it’s ok. We can fix this, I just gotta take you home.”

“She’s not gonna leave me, Sammy,” Dean mocked. “I’ve got her hooked.”

“You’re coming too,” Sam directed at him. “I didn’t just come for her. We can cure demons, Dean.”

“Did you even stop to think that if I wanted to be cured, I wouldn’t have left? And I certainly wouldn’t have gotten our little sister addicted to demon blood just to cut off her supply.” Dean jeered, laughing. “I mean, what kind of brother would do that?”

“Enough, Dean! I’m bringing you back whether you want to come or not.” Sam reached into his back pocket and pulled out a pair of demon cuffs.

“Do you really think those will hold me?” Dean scoffed.

“We’re about to find out,” Sam sighed.

A hiss filled the air, followed by smoke that separated both of your brothers from your sight.

“Sam! Dean!” Your cries were followed by a fit of coughing when you breathed in the gas. A hand on your shoulder turned your attention to Dean, who was trying to drag you towards the door.

“Sammy,” you protested, searching through the gas for your brother.

“He’s fine,” Dean growled, pulling harder. “Now come on.”

“No!” You yanked your arm from Dean’s grasp. He didn’t try to grab you again; he didn’t think he had to.

“Y/N, come. That’s an order.”

You gritted your teeth, shoving down the pain in your body that begged you to listen to Dean.

“Screw your orders.”

Dean’s eyes flashed black as he advanced on you.

“You little—“

You didn’t hesitate—you lifted your hands and used the telekinesis that Dean had given you to fling him across the room. You turned your back, not even bothering to see where he landed.

…

You found Sam easily, and the two of you made it out of the building after Dean. The minute Sam stepped foot out the door, a man came out of nowhere and knocked him out.

“Sam!” You knelt next to your big brother, glancing in fear at the man who’d hit him. He hesitated when he saw you were just a kid.

“Stay out of my way, or you’re next,” he warned before turning to face Dean. You remembered Dean mentioning that a man was after him; you had no doubt that Dean would win this fight, so you turned your attention to waking Sam up—he was your only chance at bringing Dean home.

“Sammy, come on,” you urged. He only stirred once Dean and the other man were finished their fight—Dean won, but he didn’t kill the other man, to your surprise.

“Just stay here,” Sam instructed, shaking off his headache as he stood, demon cuffs held with his injured arm—you wondered suddenly how he’d been hurt—and holy water in the other hand.

You stayed back as Sam approached Dean from behind. It was over in mere seconds—Dean, distracted by the holy water, was unable to fight off the cuffs that Sam slapped on him.

“Dean, stop! It’s over.”

…

You got into the passenger’s seat after Sam ushered Dean into the back. Sam was outside, passing off the First Blade to Crowley.

“You picked the wrong side,” Dean said, and the sound of his voice made you flinch.

“Says the one in the handcuffs,” you shot back, but your voice was much too shaky for Dean to take seriously.

“Oh, this won’t last,” Dean said, lifting his hands. “And once these come off, you’re going to regret using those powers on me.”

…

You breathed easier when Sam returned to the Impala, and the three of you were off. Sam and Dean were arguing about Dean’s fight with that man, Cole. Sam was convinced that because Dean let him live, there was still some good in him.

“Letting him live was the worst thing I could’ve done to him,” Dean chuckled. “And that’s nothing compared to what I’m going to you.” Sam swallowed nervously, but Dean continued. “Or to our little sister.” You nearly jumped out of your seat when Dean kicked it.

“Stop it,” Sam demanded. “She…she didn’t do anything.”

“Oh, she picked her side,” Dean insisted. “And she picked wrong.”

…

You were shaking by the time the Impala reached the bunker. Sam kept glancing at you out of the corner of his eye, recognizing the symptoms; you needed more blood.

“Stay here,” he instructed as he stepped out to get Dean. “I’m gonna get him settled downstairs and I’ll come back for you.”

Sure enough, a few minutes later Sam returned and led you to your room.

“You know what I have to do, right?” He asked gently. You nodded.

“Tie me down and lock me up, right?”

“I’m sorry,” Sam said. “I don’t want to, but—“

“But there’s a demon in the bunker, and I’m about to go through extreme withdrawals,” you finished. “I-I know Sam. It’s not your fault.” Your gaze was glued to your fidgeting hands.

“Hey, look at me.” When you met his gaze, Sam continued. “It’s not your fault either. I know you didn’t want it.”

“I started to.” You swallowed the lump in your throat. “Af-after a while, I started to want it. The power…all of it.”

“It’s ok.” Sam pulled you close, and his embrace made you feel more at home than you had in weeks. “I know how that feels, but we’re gonna fix it. I’m gonna be right here.”

When he pulled away, you took a deep breath.

“I’m ready.”

…

You were wrong. Dead wrong, and so was Sam. Sam was killing you, you were sure of it.

Of course, that was the withdrawal talking, but you were too far deep in your pain to know that. All you knew was that you’d never hurt this much in your life, and the way to make the pain go away was right downstairs, but Sam wouldn’t let you near it.

“I need Dean,” you cried for the thousandth time. “Sammy, please!” You were in too much pain to even notice that Sam wasn’t there, and he hadn’t been in to check on you in a while. In fact, you were so distracted that you didn’t even notice the door opening, and the very person you were begging for walking in.

“I told you you picked the wrong side,” Dean chuckled, his voice grabbing your attention.

“Dean,” you whimpered, in too much pain to be scared or curious that he’d gotten out. “Dean, please.”

“You know—“ Dean sighed as he began to undo the straps holding your legs. “You talk too much.” Once both your legs were free, Dean made his way near your head. You swallowed hard as Dean picked up a knife that you’d left on your dresser. “So I think I’ve found the perfect punishment for you. I mean, you did use your powers on me. Did you think I was just going to forget that?”

“P-punishment?” You asked nervously.

“Yeah,” Dean glared down at you, his eyes flashing black. “First, I’m gonna cut off your tongue. Then, I’m gonna give you so much blood, that you won’t be able to think straight. Then you’re gonna help me kill Sammy, then Crowley. And if you ever disobey me again, I’ll slit your throat.” Dean grinned. “How’s that for a little brotherly love?”

Dean’s knife was inching closer to your mouth, his other hand gripping your face to keep you still, when the lights went out. Dean released you, and a tense silence filled the bunker for a moment or two before the emergency lights clicked on, red light casting an eery glow throughout your room.

“Looks like it’s your lucky day,” Dean said to you. “Now that I know where Sammy is, you can wait; after all, you’re not going anywhere.”

All you could do was watch as Dean turned and walked out, intent on killing your brother.

…

You were struggling against the restraints to no avail when Sam came bursting into the room.

“Did he hurt you?” Sam demanded, alarmed when you suddenly burst into tears.

“I-I thought he was gonna kill you,” you cried.

“It’s ok, I’m ok,” Sam assured you as he started to undo you restraints.

“Don’t!” You insisted. “I’m…I don’t think I’m clean yet.”

Sam halted his movements, his eyes trained on your face.

“He didn’t hurt you?” Sam asked.

“He didn’t get the chance.” You sniffled. “W…where is he?”

“Chained up again,” Sam sighed. “Cas is watching him. I think…I think maybe he’s almost human now.”

“Go to him,” you insisted. “I’ll be ok here until I’m clean, really.” Somehow, Dean’s threats had strengthened your resolve to stay away from demon blood. “Go bring our Dean back.”

…

“I want to see her.”

Sam was adamant. “You can’t, not yet.”

Dean sighed, rubbing his newly-freed hands over his face.

“Why not?”

Before Sam could answer, a cry of pain could be heard from your room. Sam cringed.

“She…she’s still in detox. She could go nuts if she sees you, even though you’re not a demon anymore. We can’t take that chance.”

Dean didn’t argue; he knew Sam was right. Still, the next two days were complete torture as he was forced to stay away from you, listening to your pleas for him. Every time you called out his name was a reminder that it was Dean’s fault that you were hurting.

“I’m sorry,” he found himself whispering over and over under his breath every time you cried out; he was desperate to tell you in person.

After those awful two days, the screaming stopped. Dean was already halfway to your room when he was stopped by Sam.

“She’s ok,” Sam insisted. “I think she’s clean. I just took her restraints off.”

“Ok,” Dean said simply, trying to move past Sam and toward your door. Sam moved in front of him.

“She’s sleeping. She needs it.”

Dean deflated, discouraged.

“What is this, Sam? Are you really trying to help her, or do you just not trust me?” He knew he was being unfair, but he had to know.

“It’s not about you,” Sam assured him, clearly pushing away his hurt at Dean’s implication. “She needs rest. Besides, I…I don’t know how she’ll react to seeing you again, and I don’t want to push her faster than I need to.”

Dean was silent for a long moment, before finally asking the question that had been nagging at him for days.

“Do you think she hates me?”

Sam looked pained, as if he had expected the question.

“Right now I…I almost wish she did,” Sam said. “Because I think she hates herself more than anything.”

…

You’d been awake for about twenty minutes, but you hadn’t moved. At least, your body hadn’t moved; your mind was going at a breakneck speed. You remembered briefly that Sam had said Dean was cured, but you couldn’t be sure if you’d imagined it in your withdrawal fog. You were pretty sure that most of yesterday had been a hallucination. Sam had insisted that he wouldn’t let Dean in, yet there he had been, jeering at you, saying again and again that the second you were clean, you’d be useless again.

You knew it wasn’t real, it couldn’t be. But the hallucination had been right anyway.

The sound of the door opening had your head turning, but your mind still hadn’t left its dark corner.

“Hey,” Sam greeted, and even though the door was only open a little, you could see Dean standing behind him. That only lasted for a moment before Sam squeezed himself into your room and shut the door behind him. “How are you?”

“He doesn’t want to see me?” Your eyes remained glued to the door where Dean had been standing, even as you sat up.

“What?” Sam frowned. “Of course he does, I just…I wanted to check with you first. Are you gonna be ok to see him?”

You nodded. “If…” you were suddenly nervous at the thought of seeing Dean after everything. “If he wants to.”

“Of course he does. Why wouldn’t he?”

Shame bubbled up in you as you thought about the past few weeks, and you ducked your head, unwilling to answer Sam’s question. He didn’t push it; instead, he turned to go, leaving the door open so that Dean could take his place.

“Hey sweetheart,” Dean greeted gently, and you heard rather than felt your breath pick up at the sound of his voice. You kept your eyes downcast.

What did Dean think of you? You remembered how disappointed and angry he had been with Sam when Sam had gotten hooked on demon blood. Would Dean hate you now? Would he finally see you as the burden you’d always been, now that you didn’t have powers anymore?

“Sweetheart, would you look at me?” When your eyes met his, you saw not anger or disappointment, but sadness. That was too much for you. The tears came suddenly and soundlessly. “Oh, kiddo…” Dean sighed, reaching his hands out to comfort you. However, you’d spent too much time with the rough, angry demon Dean to see comfort in his hands. When you flinched back, Dean stopped immediately, returning his hands to his sides. “I’m sorry, I…” Dean’s voice cracked. “I didn’t come here to scare you, I just wanted to apologize. I know that doesn’t make up for what I did, but…but I wanted you to know.”

You looked up suddenly, not surprised but doubtful. You’d expected an apology from Dean, but you hadn’t expected it to sound quite so sincere; you’d expected underlying disappointment at least.

“You…” you swallowed. “You’re not upset with me?”

“With you?” Dean was confused. “Why would I be upset with you?”

You ducked your head as the tears returned.

“I-I was weak,” you choked out. “I’m still weak.”

“Hey, hey.” Dean tilted your chin up with his fingers, his hands as gentle as could be on your skin. “None of this—not one bit—was your fault. I did this to you, and I don’t blame you, not for a second. Understand?”

You were shaking your head.

“I-I should’ve—“

“There was nothing you coulda done to stop me,” Dean said, self-loathing lacing his every word. “And I know how impossible it is to stop on your own after you’ve started, I’d never blame you for getting addicted.”

You stayed silent as you processed his words. Once you had, you felt the need to speak again.

“I don’t blame you either,” you insisted. “You weren’t the same—demon you. It wasn’t anything like you, it wasn’t your fault.”

Dean looked dubious, but he also didn’t bother to argue. Comfortable silence reigned for several minutes before he spoke again.

“How do you feel?”

“Starving,” you answered honestly, to which Dean smiled.

“You wanna take a little trip? You and me, I’ll take you to get some food.”

The idea of Dean bundling you into the Impala and driving off—without Sam nonetheless—had terror gripping your heart, accelerating its pace. You didn’t blame Dean for what he’d done, but the memories were still all too fresh.

“Or,” Dean countered, instantly noting your panicked expression. “Or I could go and get something to bring back, and you, me, and Sammy could have a movie night?”

You nodded—that sounded perfect. Dean was just turning to go when you stopped him.

“Dean? Does…is there any part of you that wishes I’d stayed that way?”

“What way?” Dean’s brows drew together, whether in concern or confusion you couldn’t tell. “You mean, addicted to demon blood?”

“I just mean…” you struggled to force the words out. “I mean…useful.”

Deans face fell, and you regretted asking.

“What?”

“I-I mean, I don’t really do anything around here. At least then, I—“

“Stop.” You weren’t sure if it was the seriousness of his tone, or the fact that you’d spent the last few weeks obeying his every word, but you shut up immediately when Dean spoke. “I want you to listen to me very carefully,” Dean said slowly and deliberately, and again you stayed obediently silent. “Nothing about what I did to you was good, ok? And you are not useless. Actually,” Dean waved his hand in front of his face dismissively. “Forget about use. Sam was right, you’re not some tool, ok? You’re important to us, and not because of what you can do. But even if it was about that, you do so much for us. You’ve been with me and Sammy through everything, and that matters way more than you moving stuff with your mind, ok?”

Despite the tears that were still falling, you felt a smile tug at your lips.

“Ok, Dean.”

“Ok,” Dean said with a firm nod. “Go find Sam, and I’ll head out for food.”

You stood almost mechanically and headed for the door without a word. Dean recognized your stance with a silent horror.

“Hey,” Dean’s voice was shaky as he reached out and grabbed your hand. “That…it wasn’t an order, ok? I’m not making you do anything, I—“

“I know,” you interrupted, understanding his horror. “It’s just…habit, I-I guess. Shut up and obey, you know?” You wished you hadn’t added that last part when you saw Dean stiffen ever so slightly, swallowing hard.

“I’m so—“

“Don’t apologize again,” you pleaded. “I forgive you, ok? I-I guess I just need to unlearn some things.”

Dean nodded, but you could tell he was still beating himself up inside. You took two strides and reached him, pulling him into an embrace. His arms enveloped you entirely, and you realized that you’d forgotten how much you missed him.

“Tell me if I can help with that, ok?” He said.

“Ok,” you promised. “Now go get me some food, I’m starving.”

Dean’s chest rumbled next to your ear as he chuckled.

“Yes ma’am.”

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crushedsweets · 4 months ago

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I need to know what everyone's fursona species would be and why PLEASE I'm so curious how you interpret this.

Ooooo ok wait.

In my AU, when a human becomes a zalgoid, I usually try to associate them with an animal - so when they’re in a more … demonic? mindset, they take on traits of that animal (claws, wings, eyes, teeth, senses, etc). So I’ll just answer with this in mind but it’s basically the same !

I associate the proxies with dogs cuz their main job is literally acting like herding dogs for the paranormal. Most of their patrols is chasing stuff back inside and putting up traps so paranormal things can’t leave

Toby would be German shepherd

Kate would a Doberman

Tim would be a Rottweiler

Brian would be a Labrador

Now for Not Proxies..

Nina is a chinchilla (I’m struggling with her I just wanna give her smth cute cuz she’s cute but everything is cute!!!)

Clocky is a moose

Jane is a crow

Jeff is a hyena

Liu is stag

BEN is a ferret

Sally is a cat

As for zalgoids… in my au, they already are associated w animals (but I haven’t really drawn most of them to show it)

Jack is a bat

Ann is a wolf

Dina is an owl

Lazari is a goat

Lulu is a rabbit

#asks #creepypasta #creeped

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weirdmageddon · 1 month ago

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was talking with my friend about random stuff, looking in journal 3 and thinking about ford getting a grant to be alone in the woods for years journaling about silly gnomes, his mind frolic time.

i want that so bad. i want to not have to answer to anybody else’s sense of time but my own. thats why i hate the publish or perish mindset. im not going to put out slop if the opportunities aren’t ripe.

that’s why we have a replication crisis. because people are on a time limit. and also people tend to stick to the road traveled over and over (testing stuff on mice) instead of researching something original in its own context outside the lab which is more risky and you dont know how much time it could take. why do universities care so much. let it take as long as it NEEDS to.

i would have been an EXCELLENT researcher, i have the right skillset for critical science and designing experiments and very strong observations and directions for hypotheses. but it happens in its own time. i just hate the competitive pressure of academia because i want to do it on my own terms.

like i have a very childlike view of science and finding knowledge that doesn’t involve the need for money but we’re bumped out of these spaces because i dont want to fight for my life to discover fundamentally new things and open new paths simply for the joy of doing it. i can do that without a degree, it just won’t be seen as “legitimate” because i dont have a title that certifies me even if the data is good.

friend said:

“Yeah the competitiveness of it doesn’t make sense. you need to give people space and resources to succeed not, whatever is going on in academia world “the no sleep capital of the world”. its like rushing discoveries in a way where it acts like it doesn’t matter. if someone without a degree discovered how moose talk to each other as long as its peer reviewed to be factually correct and they know their stuff it should be legitimate. With how college prices are now more people are gonna be doing that, i feel like”

right? you think humans are going to work at their full potential if they’re not in the space and environment that incentivizes discoveries for the sake of them, rather than having a metaphorical gun to their head so that a journal the public is paywalled out of and only universities pay for can meet their business quarterlies?

like fuck off with that. we should be doing peer reviewed citizen / amateur science zines, particularly for information that doesn’t undergo researcher manipulation like naturalistic observations. (experimental design needs to be more carefully considered)

i love the idea of citizen science i just dont have the energy to host my own thing and get people together because most of the things i find happen by chance, i piece things together over time, and its like a deep knowing. but i’d love a way to incentivize it.

#mine #science

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paramountinplace · 1 month ago

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What's Gotten Into You? - Pt. 1 (Little!Van)

Summary: The YJs notice Van has been messing with other people's toys and try to figure out the root of the issue. This was inspired by users' faireyhouses and yjdrabbles123 discussion about the YJs using their toys as ways to express traumas

"Van!" Tai exclaims, astonished as she pulls a sobbing Jackie against her side. "What's gotten into you?"

In her hands, Jackie cradles a torn fox teddy, running her fingers over the rip in the fabric repeatedly. It's far from her most beloved teddy, but it's still hers, so Tai understands why she's so distraught that Van has taken a pair of safety scissors to the fox's soft face.

"Gonna throw it out now?" Van asks instead of answering Tai's question, scissors clenched tightly in one hand. She'd lifted them from the crafts box under the guise of bracelet-making and Tai knows she's going to have to discuss a new place for them with the others. She looks genuinely distressed at the prospect that they'll toss the fox teddy out, but Jackie lets out another wail and Tai gives the redhead a stern look.

"Time-out. Now. I want you to think about this and then we can talk about an apology for Jackie. Go," she instructs, pointing at the stairwell. The third-from-bottom step is the preferred time-out spot for most of the girls. It's hidden from view by the banister and one wall, but not so high up that they'll miss whatever's going on in the house around them.

Van shakes her head, tossing the scissors down onto the ground with a huff.

"Are you gonna throw him out?" She asks again, pointing at the fox. Tai sighs, bending to grab the scissors and slip them in her back pocket.

"No, Van. Laura Lee is going to help Jackie fix her nice toy that you tore, okay?"

Van's face relaxes and she nods before stalking off to the time-out spot obediently. The fact that Tai emphasized how distraught Jackie is over what Van's done hadn't seemed to bug her in the way that Tai had expected. She'd been oddly relieved to find out they weren't going to toss the fox in the trash, but had barely spared Jackie a glance as she walked away.

A bit of stuffing flutters down to the floor, which sets Jackie off again and Tai forgets about Van for a while as she soothes Jackie and drops her off with a confused Laura Lee. By the time she leaves the two alone, Laura Lee with a needle in hand and Jackie holding a plastic first-aid kit, she realizes Van's been on the stairs for nearly an hour and rushes to go let her up.

The younger girl is still curled up on the third-from-bottom step, gnawing at her lip. As she approaches, Tai reaches out carefully to give Van's cheek a little tap, shaking her head as she does.

"Don't chew, buddy."

Van jerks away, huffing as she burrows further into the hoodie that Tai realizes is Mel's.

"Did you have a time-out visitor?"

It gets a sheepish nod from Van, who Tai can now see is also holding Mel's moose teddy against her chest. One hand picks idly at one of the seams, but Tai still has the safety scissors tucked away in her back pocket, so she lets it slide.

"Mel gave me Daniel to hold," she informs Tai quietly.

"That was kind of her, huh?"

Van nods again, lips twisting as she starts biting at the insides of her mouth again.

"Can we talk about what happened with Jackie earlier?" Tai ventures, offering an arm for Van to snuggle under if she chooses. After a long moment's hesitation, the redhead tucks herself up against Tai's side with a weary sigh.

"'Kay."

"I want you to tell me what happened and then I'll tell you what I saw," she says gently, pressing a gentle kiss to Van's temple to encourage her.

"Jackie's teddy got hurt," Van mutters in response.

"How did he get hurt?" Tai prompts. When she receives no reply, she continues. "Because it looked like you took the crafts scissors and used them on Jackie's teddy, which made her pretty sad. It doesn't feel very good when someone messes with your stuff like that."

"She doesn't want him anymore? Because he makes her sad?" Van asks.

Tai blinks, confused. "Honey, Jackie was sad because you messed with her toy—"

"Her toy is fine," Van shouts suddenly, pulling away from Tai's side. Her cheeks are red and she's breathing hard, fingers wrapped tight around the moose teddy.

"Laura Lee is helping to fix him, Van, but you tore his face—"

"He's fine!"

Van surges to her feet, storming away from Tai despite the older girl calling after her. She gives up after Van whips around a corner and disappears, groaning to herself.

That hadn't gone well.

...

"I just don't know what's up with her," Tai mutters, dropping a spatula on the dish drain. Lottie hums, picking it up to dry before handing it to Shauna, who slides it into a drawer.

"Maybe she's just a little overtired," she offers.

"I don't know," Shauna cuts in, leaning against the worktop. "That actually reminds me, Tai, I meant to talk to you about something the other day. Gen was complaining to Melissa that Van kept scribbling red marker all over her Barbie's faces. I meant to go over, but Jax had a little fall and I got distracted."

"It's so unlike her," Tai continues, passing a bowl to Lottie. "She's so gentle usually. It doesn't make any sense and she flipped out when I tried to talk to her about it earlier."

"She was pretty quiet at dinner," Shauna muses.

"It's interesting she keeps going for the faces," says Lottie softly. She's got her brow furrowed like she's on the edge of figuring something out.

"That's true—woah, hey, slow down, please!" Tai calls as a few girls come careening into the kitchen. She catches blonde, brown, and red before Mari's running up to her with fury painted clear across her face.

"Van ruined Mel's toy," she shrieks, jabbing a finger at the offending kiddo.

Tai can't keep her mouth from dropping open incredulously. She looks across the kitchen at Mel, who brandishes the moose teddy she'd given Van earlier in the day. The toy has a gash down it's face, but sports a few rips in the seams running along the arms and back too.

"Van!" She cries, unable to contain her confusion and anger. Van flinches back, but crosses her arms defiantly.

"He's not ruined. Shut up, Mar."

"Excuse you?" Shauna asks, raising a brow.

Van's face flushes and she draws her arms in tighter, looking seconds away from exploding.

"Yes he is, dummy. You ripped him and now we have to throw him away even though he was Mel's third-favorite because now he's all fluffy and stuff."

"No, you don't!" Van yells, stomping her foot childishly. "You don't have to! Laura Lee can fix him!"

"Nuh-uh!"

"Girls!" Lottie steps forward, dropping a hand onto Mari's shoulder. The girl leans into her, still glaring daggers at Van as she does. Shauna wraps a careful arm around Mel's shoulders, leaning down to take a closer look at the teddy.

The sudden movement makes Van step back anxiously, eyes tracking the motion, and Taissa winces. The redhead is practically shaking with barely contained emotion, fear and anger and something else Tai can't quite recognize swirling across her face.

"Okay." She pinches the bridge of her nose. "Okay. Van, baby, come with me, please."

Van obeys petulantly, shuffling after Taissa as she opens the back door to usher her outside. Tai pokes her head back inside to flip on the outdoor lights so they won't be in the dark and catches a glare from Mari.

"No fair! Why isn't she getting in trouble?"

"Mar, leave it," Lottie says gently. "Why don't we go find Laura Lee? See if she can't help us out, hm?"

Taissa slides the door shut before she can hear much else, dropping down next to Van on the step. She turns to look at Van, who's still trembling from an overload of emotions.

"I'm going to give you a few options," she says lowly. "We can take a jog around the block to cool down before we talk. I can give you a nice, tight hug before we talk. Or, we can just talk right now."

Van whines frustratedly, leaping to her feet before dropping back down again, foot tapping rapidly against the ground. Tai gives her a couple minutes to work through whatever's rattling around in her head, letting out a hum when Van collapses against her side, evidently having decided on the second option. She wraps her arms around her kiddo tightly, letting Van tuck her head down against her shoulder. On her next inhale, she makes sure to exaggerate the action, breathing in loudly before letting it out in a dramatic woosh. Van starts copying her after the first few breaths and slowly, Tai can feel the adrenaline seeping out of the redhead as they sit there and breathe.

"Feel a little better?" She asks after a while. Van nods against her shoulder. "Good. Ready to talk now?"

She gets a shake of the head for the question and opts to just adjust her plan a little instead of trying to force Van into talking.

"Okay. I'm gonna ask you some questions, then, and I want you to shake or nod to answer me. Sound okay?"

A little nod against her shoulder.

"Good. Are you upset with Mel?"

Shake.

"She didn't do anything to make you sad or mad with her?"

Shake.

"Hmm. Did you tear up her teddy for the same reason you tore up Jackie's?"

Shrug. Tai hums.

"Do you feel bad about doing that to their toys?"

Nod. Van sniffles and burrows a little closer. Tai strokes a hand over her hair, brushing some errant strands back into place. She's at a bit of a loss. Van evidently feels poorly about having ripped into the other girls' toys, but even after a time-out, she'd gone and done it again. Beyond that, she doesn't fully seem to think what she was doing was wrong. When Van feels like she's messed up, she hides. She doesn't follow the mistake into the kitchen and insist that it's fine and doesn't need to be thrown away. Plus, it's late. Tai knows better than to expect to extract complicated feelings out of the littles when it's late. Lottie was probably onto something with Van being overtired, anyhow.

"Alright, baby, here's what's gonna happen for now. Tomorrow you're gonna have to help me clean the floors for doing that to their toys. We're gonna go apologize to Mel before bed and we'll keep talking about this after some rest, okay?"

She pauses to make sure Van's following along, tipping the girl's chin up to make eye contact.

"But I need you to promise me right now that you won't do this again. Because if you do, we're gonna have to have a discussion about what toys you're allowed to play with for a while."

Van's gaze drops. There are dark smudges beneath her eyes that almost make Tai want to forgo the whole apologies deal and just put her right to bed. Almost.

"I promise," she murmurs.

"Good girl. And what are we going to say to Mel?"

"'M sorry for ruining your toy," Van whispers, sniffling sadly as a few more tears escape her lashes. Chalking it up to tiredness, Tai just swipes them away with her thumbs and nods.

"Alright. Let's go."

After an apology resulting in tears on both sides, Tai gets Van into her nightclothes and tucks her into bed, smoothing her hair back from her face. Van huffs and shakes her head until the strands fall back over her cheeks, shielding most of her face from view.

"Silly girl," Tai murmurs, not fully meaning it. She's really more worried than amused, to say the least.

Hopefully, she thinks as she sits up against the headboard, watching as Van dozes, this will all be sorted out tomorrow.

Part 2 is already in the works!

#yellowjackets agere #sfw agere #little!van palmer #cg!taissaturner #little!melissa #little!jackie taylor #fic

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daughterofevil158 · 2 months ago

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What would be each of the project eden’s garden characters’ favorite stuffed animals, & what would be their names?

Gonna try and give answers that aren't just their animal motif (and names if I can think of any) but also

I literally can't see Wenona, Desmond, Ingrid, or Damon with something else.

◊ Wenona definitely had a giant teddy bear with some pretentious sounding name like "Mr. Huggintons"

◊ Desmond loving shark-themed stuff has been burned into my mind because of my au (imagining him naming his biggest plushie Bruce after the Jaws shark)

◊ tiny Ingrid with a tiny stuffed lion called Leo

◊ The mental image of little kid Damon carrying around a snake plush big enough to be a body pillow for him has been burned into my brain.

◊ I see kid Grace as also having a bear if she didn't have a bunny.

◊ Envisioning Eloise with a duck plush she called "Sir Quackington"

◊ Kai with a big panda plushie

◊ Jett had a dog plush named "Jett Jr."

◊ Eva got a Gengar plushie as a gift from her parents after winning her first mathlete competition. She named it either something ominous or ironically cheerful (Ex: either Sephiroth or Gumdrop)

◊ Toshiko definitely has a Hello Kitty plush.

◊ Itty-bitty Ulysses with a turtle plush big enough to use as a pillow

◊ Mark had a penguin plushie

◊ Diana had one of those reversible octopus plushies where one face was happy (Fred) and one was sad (Ted)

◊ Cassidy either also had a pokemon plush or a moose pillow pet

◊ Imagining the crew that adopted Jean hand-making him a little dolphin plush

◊ Dropping more Wolfgang theories: The reason he hates the teddy bear plush so much is because he had one as a kid that his mom gave him. It got lost/destroyed shortly after she died.

#project eden's garden #wenona #desmond hall #ingrid grimwall #damon maitsu #grace madison #eloise taulner #kai monteago #jett dawson #eva tsunaka #toshiko kayura #ulysses wilhelm #mark berskii #diana venicia #cassidy amber #jean delamer #wolfgang akire

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mooselybased · 5 months ago

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What program do you illustrate in?

Photoshop! Occasionally Procreate if I’m using my fiancée’s tablet, but 95% of the time it’s just ol’ Photoshop

#moose answers stuff

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toasttt11 · 2 months ago

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bronze

December 7, 2022

Allison quickly walked down the Michigan hallways and knocked on Luke’s dorm.

The door opened a few moments later, “Covey? You early?” Luke asked his sister confused as they shared a quick hug and he looked suspicious at the uncharacteristic excited look on her face, “What is it?”

Allison closed the door behind her, “I made the team.” She quickly blurted out looking so excited.

“What team?” Luke slowly asked starting to look hopeful.

Allison fondly rolled her eyes, “Your team silly.”

Luke froze and looked so hopeful, “We’re playing together?”

Allison quickly nodded laughing so excited.

Luke let out a shocked happy laugh and quickly hugged her rocking her back and forth quickly, “We’re playing together!”

Allison and Luke have always gotten unlucky and have never gotten to play together for real, Jack and Quinn both have gotten lucky and they are a closer in age.

Allison and Luke have always grown up practicing and learning together but haven’t gotten to play together yet but now they will get to in a few weeks at WJC.

Allison just beamed hugging him tightly back.

Of course she would want to play with Quinn or Jack too but they have always had each other and have been teammates with each other, Luke’s her first best friend and she’s always wanted to be his teammate, now they will be at least for this tournament.

December 23, 2022

Allison yawned as she woke up from her nap and tucked her goose stuff animal under the blanket.

Luke and Allison had gotten into Halifax this morning with their team for WJC.

It was also her birthday today.

She did get to spend some time with her parents in the morning before she left with Luke.

Quinn and Jack both can’t make it out to Halifax for their small break for Christmas so Allison and Luke decided to make their parents stay home in Michigan so Quinn and Jack got to see their parents, Luke and Allison both see Ellen and Jim a lot and Luke and Allison could spend her birthday and Christmas just them.

Allison got out of her bed and saw Luke sprawled across the couch in their hotel room, Luke glanced up turning his phone off and reached over grabbing something and Allison realized it was a party hat.

“Really?” Allison deadpanned but smiled a little as she sat down next to Luke. When Allison was little she always wanted to match with her goose who has a little party hat and every time for her birthday she would get a party hat and it used to be her favorite thing.

“Happy birthday little sister.” Luke softly told her again putting the hat on top of her head and kissed her forehead gently.

Allison smiled softly back and squeezed his hand in reply.

Luke pulled out his phone and hit the face time on their family group chat.

“Covey!” Quinn immediately answered looking like he was in airport with headphones on.

“Gooseeeeeee!” Jack sung out as he answered the call and he was sitting in the house in Michigan.

“Hi!” Allison smiled at her brothers, she was a bit disappointed she wouldn’t be seeing Quinn or Jack during their breaks but hopefully soon.

“Happy birthday!” Jack beamed at his little sister, he has already spammed her with text messages this morning for her.

“Happy birthday Covey!” Quinn smiled softly.

Ellen and Jim answered on Ellen’s phone.

Allison face timed with her family for a while and opened the presents her family made her take with her and opened them on face time.

Allison was now seventeen.

December 25, 2022

Allison and Luke had the day off for Christmas and both woke up slowly and Luke got out his bed and plopped down next to her and they laid next to each other for a while and called their family for a bit until Luke’s stomach started rumbling.

Allison gasped as she was getting ready in the bathroom after Luke got ready and saw it snowing outside, “Moose! It’s snowing!” Allison called out as she walked out of the bathroom tossing a hoodie on and Luke got up walking over to a window looking outside.

Allison walked over and leaned up resting her chin on his shoulder. Luke just nudged his head and gently bumped her head.

Eventually they left their hotel room and walked outside and Allison smiled feeling the snow hitting her face and they started a walk to one of the few food places open on Christmas.

The little dinner was pretty much empty and Allison wanted to sit by the windows watching the snow.

Allison and Luke both drank multiple hot chocolates and got lot of breakfast food. They stayed there for a couple of hours hair slowly eating, drinking hot chocolate and talking with each other.

They might not get to see their entire family but they had each other and weren’t alone.

Decmeber 26, 2022

Allison sat in her stall that was right next to Luke and Lane was on her right, Hutson’s older brother and someone she has played with many times before.

Luke and Allison shared an excited grin, they were about to play their first ever game together.

They have both had so much fun already just getting to practice with each other and officially share a locker room.

Allison was also glad she picked her number when she younger and that it was different than any of her brothers so she didn’t have to change. She picked six to be her number when she was young and has never changed, it’s the number her Mom used to play with, there’s six in her family and all of brothers ended up playing with six at one point.

“Ready Cap?” Allison grinned mischievously at her brother, she hasn’t stopped calling him Cap since he was named Captain a few weeks ago.

Luke grinned back and Allison and Luke shared a little fist bump, hitting once on the top of their fist, the bottom and then a fist bump before they got up.

Allison popped her mouth guard in as the puck was about to drop and she officially has started her first WJC and a lot earlier than most players do.

Allison and Luke were both smiling as they got on the ice at the same time and Luke got the puck immediately passed to Allison for the first time and she quickly took the puck passing back to Luke and he spun around the defender passing the puck in front of Allison and she smacked the puck in.

Allison grinned brightly and pointed at her brother as they crashed into each other, she has never had so much fun playing with anyone.

Luke shook her head as he bonked her helmet gently.

Allison scored the only goal for the first period.

The end of the second it was tied 2-2.

Allison and Luke were out on the penalty kill one minute into the third period after a Latvia player tripped Allison.

Luke got the rebound from the other team’s shot on goal and passed down the ice staying just on side as Allison grabbed the puck getting a breakaway and she backhanded the puck into the net getting a short handed goal, her favorite goals.

Allison laughed and skated right to Luke hugging him, she bonked her helmet against his.

Later in the third Allison was out on the ice and won the face off passing back right to Luke and he hit the one timer getting the goal and Allison smiled look proud as she crashed into his side.

US won game one 5-2.

December 28, 2022

Allison and Luke skated on the ice and waved over at their parents who got in early that morning and would be at the rest of the games.

US was playing Slovakia this game.

US was leading 2-1 at the end of the first period.

Slovakia got three goals in row in the second and a US player got a misconduct for boarding. Allison noticed immediately the second she got back on the ice after the penalty that the team was focusing more on her than they already were, she shook her head annoyed knowing why they were.

Allison felt a harsh stick to her back knocking her to the ground and she quickly stood up spinning around cross checking the player back. She ignored the words getting spat at her as he lunged back at her and she just pushed him back.

Luke quickly skated over and pushed the player harshly away from his sister and pulled Allison behind him making her flash him annoy look as she wanted to whack the player again.

“Yeah hide behind the men, you shouldn’t even be on the ice.” The player sneered and Allison didn’t even blink at his words but Luke’s face shifted into a protective look and he immediately was whacking him with his stick and shoving the player harshly to the floor and glaring down at him.

Allison grabbed Luke’s arm stopping him from do anymore, “He is not worth it.” Allison said simply and started pulling Luke away.

Luke looked furious over the words that were said to her but listened and sat on the bench next to Allison and waited for penalty’s to be given.

Second period ended with US down 2-4.

Allison and Luke headed back to the locker room and Allison gave him a look knowing he wanted to ask.

“That happens alot.” Luke said knowingly, he of course knew not everyone was accepting of a girl playing but being on the ice with his sister for the first time he has noticed how many more chirps and hits are thrown at her and she barley been blinked at the player who crossed checked words.

“Enough.” Allison just shrugged, it doesn’t hurt her feelings anymore if anything it makes her laugh when she scores a goal or lays hit on the a player that says something, if she got upset every time someone said something she would always be upset, she wasn’t let anyone or their words stop her from doing what she loves.

“I’m sorry.” Luke looked so sincere hating that it’s so normal to her, if he saw a girl on the ice he would think it is incredible but not everyone is so accepting.

“Not your fault Cap.” Allison just patted his arm but she appreciated the apology from Luke.

Luke shook his head softly and nudged her back as Allison gave him a grin.  

US lost that game 3-6.

January 4, 2023

Allison got the only two goals US has so far as the second period started in the game against Canada.

If they win today they go to the gold medal game, if they loose they go to the bronze medal game.

Canada scored three goals with in a few minutes in the second.

Allison glanced over at their goalie Trey, the only player on this time from her age group and she’s played with now for almost two seasons and he’s a great friend.

She paused seeing the Canada player just hitting Trey harshly knocking him to the ground after the whistle was blown.

Allison skated over quickly the first to reach the net and shoved the Canada player is harshly away he tripped back.

Allison glanced down seeing Trey on the ground and he gave her a reassuring nod as she held out her hand helping him up and turned around just in the time to see the Canada player coming back at her.

Allison grimaced as he punched her right in the face but she immediately shoved him right back and whacked him hard enough wi with her glove still on to make his nose start bleeding.

 Allison just put her hands up as the referee broke them and she shrugged smirking at the angry look the player sent her as he was kicked out the game and she wasn’t.

Allison gave Luke a grin and a reassuring nod as she skated to the penalty box making him shake his head softly.

Unfortunately US couldn’t score enough goal and they lost 2-6, they were not going to the gold medal game.

Allison sat down in her stall next to Luke after she went to medical to get her face checked, she was fine just a bruised jaw.

Allison frowned at the devastated look on Luke’s face, she knew he wanted to win gold so bad being the Captain but especially as this was most likely his last WJC ever and he wanted to win once.

“We will get a medal.” Allison nudged him softly, She wasn’t letting Luke leave without one, “It just might not be the one you wanted.” Allison of course was disappointed about the outcome but she knew she had more chances, Luke probably didn’t.

Luke weakly smiled and rested his knee against hers, he was glad she was here.

January 5, 2023

Allison was sitting next to Luke as they waited to go out on another shift in OT.

The score was currently 7-7 against Sweden in the Bronze medal game.

They both were trying to not think about that this could easily be the last time they ever play together, they hoped it wasn’t.

Allison two goals and an assist on Luke’s goal.

Allison and Luke nudged each other before Luke hopped onto the ice first and Allison got on a few moments later.

Luke got the puck off a rebound and jude sent the puck down the ice and setting up the perfect breakaway for Allison, Allison brought the puck to her forehead and then backhand before flicking it from her back hand.

US won the game.

Allison cheered doing her little spin celly before Luke was tackling her to the ice making her laugh loudly, “Told you i’d get you a medal Cap.” Allison teased.

Luke just laughed squeezing her tightly, “Didn’t doubt you for a second Goose.”

It was a game and tournament that would forever be a special memory for Allison and Luke.

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Sonic, how often do you go to the doctors.

Answer incorrectly, and I’m getting tails, and a moose tranquilizer.

"No need for the threats, buddy. I had a check up recently," Sonic grumbled, still irritated by the memory.

*******************

Sonic bursted into the infirmary, "I'm here Jewel! What's the emergency-"

"Sorry Sonic!" Jewel yelled while flying out the door.

Raising a questioning finger, Sonic was very confused. In front of him was the diminutive mouse, Doctor Jerry, wearing a smirk. Turning around Sonic saw the massive wall of scales and muscles that was Doctor Chelydri. The old snapping turtle had a look in their eyes that screamed, 'please don't be difficult.'

Turning back towards Jerry, Sonic asked, "What's going on here?"

"You see, we may have used your name in order to get Surge to do her check up. you know, a physical and blood test, all that stuff," Jerry began.

"But then it occurred to us that we lied to a patient," Chelydri said.

Jerry clasped his hands together, "So we decided to be retroactively telling the truth. But then I hypothesized that you might have a fear of going to the doctor, seeing how you didn't come to us the last time you got injured."

Chelydri jabbed a thumb towards the doors, "So we convinced Jewel to tell you that there was an emergency going on at the infirmary and your help was needed."

"And now you're here. So tell me, was my hypothesis correct?" Jerry asked with a shit eating grin.

Sonic swiftly made his escape, or he would have, had a large scaly hand hadnt shot out and grabbed him. "Looks like you're hypothesis was correct," Chelydri said dryly, holding Sonic with one hand wrapped around his midsection.

Doing a triple take, Sonic was having trouble accepting that he was caught, "Woahwoahwoah hold on how'd you catch me?"

Chelydri gave an enigmatic grin, "You're fast, kid. But you're still only the second fastest person I've met."

This rankled at Sonics ego, "Who?"

"No one you know," Chelydri said. If Sonic wasn't bristling as hard as he was he would have caught the odd tone in their voice.

"Well who are they," Sonic said impatiently.

"Cooperate with us here and maybe I'll tell you," Chelydri offered.

"Deal," Sonic said with zero hesitation. Chelydri put him down and he zipped over onto the examination table, his curiosity overcoming his anxiety of doctors appointments.

"All right let's get started," Jerry said.

The tests went on without a hitch and Sonic privately admitted that he felt a little silly being as nervous as he was earlier.

The moment Jerry finished applying the bandage where his blood was drawn, Sonic hopped off the table and eagerly turned towards Chelydri, "So who were they? The person you said was faster than me?"

Looking him dead in the eye, Chelydri said, "I said I'd maybe tell you."

Sonic was gobsmacked by the audacity, "WHAT!?"

Jerry began cackling loudly, "HAHAHAHA Oh come on man this isn't the first time you've been bamboozled by a doctor! HAHAHAHA!"

His quills flaring up in embarrassed anger, Sonic left the infirmary at the speed of sound.

*******************

Sonic gave a heavy sigh, "I really don't have the best luck with doctors do I?"

#lead to light au #sonic the hedgehog #miles tails prower #jerry the deer mouse #chelydri the alligator snapping turtle #surge the tenrec #jewel the beetle #sonic oc #sonic original character #sonic au #sth #sonic #sth au #sonic idw #idw sonic

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ahbasta09 · 1 month ago

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If you’re an animal what number of the alphabet would your doctor use on your refrigerator to fix the mirror for your brother’s graduation

That's a difficult question because

If a cat chooses to rest on the refrigerator, I would have no idea if the doctor would choose an odd or an even number so the mirror wouldn't be my brother's, that's the same if my brother didn't graduate or if I don't have any doctor like, what if I don't have any health problem, or maybe that my doctor's dead idk. And I would be any animal other than a cat. Maybe a dog, a rabbit, a lion, an owl, a crocodile, a buffle, a moose, a horse, a chicken, a cow, a goat, a spider, a shark, a rat, an alien, a Pachycephalosaurus idk.. But if I don't have a brother it'd be my sister's but if I don't have any siblings, it'd be my parents but if I don't have parents and blablabla.. But if we're thinking what would be the number the doctor, if I had a doctor, would put on my refrigerator, if I had one, to fix the mirror of my brother's graduation, if I had a brother that graduated and if he had a mirror, it'd be difficult to guess because numbers can go to infinity, but the doctor could have a mathematical knowledge so maybe he'd know about numbers and stuff, and could try to trick me and blablabla.. This question is hard and I cannot answer it.

Soo idk :)

#ahbasta answers #lol

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reginaphalangelobster · 1 day ago

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Fine as Hell

Crowley x gn!reader (platonic or romantic) Dean Winchester x gn!reader (platonic or romantic) brief mentions of Sam

Summary: You had befriended the king of hell and Dean wasn't happy about it when he found out.

Warnings: very light swearing, barely there innuendo, Crowley's usual flirting, Dean being overprotective

A/n: This is my first fic in ages and I hope it's okay. Thank you for reading!

Word Count: <2k

Your phone pinged and vibrated on the desk. You glanced over briefly and saw a video; Crowley, being chased by a moose. You played the video and saw Crowley running from a moose yelling into the phone "I think I pissed off Sam!" and you couldn't help but laugh, a loud almost shriek. Dean heard you from the other room he came to check. He ran through the door with a worried look on his face.

"What the hell?! Are you okay?"

After you got your breath back you replied "Yeah. Fine" with a huge grin "I was laughing"

"That was laughing?"

"It was really funny!"

"What was?"

"Uh, nothing" You said quick and dismissively. You knew that Dean would hate you being friends with the king of hell, they weren't exactly on good terms.

"That scream was for nothing? C'mon, what is it?"

"You wouldn't find it funny, it's not really your sense of humour"

"Fine, don't tell me. I doubt it was that funny anyways"

You thought that was the end of it but you should have known better. Dean never let anything go.

Days later you were on a hunt, doing the whole FBI thing and checking out a crime scene out the back of a diner when you saw a brown flash in the corner of your eye. You looked behind you and you saw it, a squirrel. They weren't necessarily hard to find but you hadn't seen one in weeks and you knew now was your chance. You turned the camera of your phone on and slowly approached the creature. Doing your best Attenborough impression you said "Here, we have the rare and mysterious Dean Winchester in its natural habitat; a dumpster. The timid creature rummages for scraps when suddenly, it finds its favourite item; week old cherry pie"

Proud of your find, you sent the video straight to Crowley. Moments later he replied with three laughing emojis and you know your work is done. Apart from of course, the case, but the important stuff is done.

Dean kept an eye on you for a while, he noticed how you'd smile and laugh at your phone most days. He noticed that your ringtone was always "Carry On Wayward Son" well not always, but after that damn play it sure as hell was. It had been that same song for a long time now but every now and then your phone would play "Highway to Hell" and your face would practically light up when you heard it. He knew something was up but he wasn't quite sure what, that was until you had gotten up to make dinner one night and you left your phone in the library. He heard AC/DC blaring from your phone and he decided to answer it. When he picked it up he read the contact name that appeared on the screen "Fine as Hell". He had no idea who it could be but he answered regardless, he was not expecting to hear the voice he did.

"Hello darling"

"Crowley?" Dean grunted, confused.

"Squirrel, it's been a while"

"What the hell are you doing Crowley?"

"Sunbathing in Maui, you?"

"Don't screw with me"

"I'm not, but I might if you ask nicely"

"What the hell are you doing calling Y/n?"

"Oh, I forgot about your little, shall we say overprotective side?"

"Crowley!"

"I love it when you get rough"

"Cut the crap, why are you calling Y/n?"

"Can't a demon catch up with an old friend?"

"Friend? Are you serious, Y/n is not your friend"

"Really? Why don't you go ask, I can wait"

Dean huffed and left to find you in the kitchen.

"Hey Dean, dinner'll be ready in 20, can you tell Sam?" You said cheerily as you chopped up a salad.

"Why is Crowley calling you?"

You froze. You knew what you were doing wasn't exactly wrong but you also knew Dean, which is why you didn't tell him.

"W-well, why did you answer my phone?"

"You left it in the library, now stop dodging the question"

"I'm not dodging. And I don't have to explain myself to you"

"Do I have to remind you that he's a demon? Not just any demon, the king of freaking hell?!"

"I remember"

"What's wrong with you? Why are you talking to him?"

"Excuse me Dean but do I have to remind you? You know, that time you went on a six week long honeymoon with him"

"It wasn't a honeymoon and I was a demon"

"He's my friend okay?"

"What? No! Not okay"

"I didn't ask you for permission"

"Well you should have!"

You both fell silent. He was out of line this time and you both knew it. You walked past him and snatched your phone from his hand.

As you walked away you scowled and said "Make your own dinner, bastard"

You'd called him an ass before, even a dick but it was always a joke, this time you meant it. He felt bad, he thought he was doing what was right, he knew what Crowley was capable of and he didn't want you to get hurt, he never did, he was just trying to protect you but in doing so he had ended up treating you like a child.

Dean thought it might be for the best to leave you alone for a while, let you cool down before he tried to give a mangled apology. You sat in your room and did the only thing you could think of, you called Crowley. It might not have helped the situation with Dean but you knew talking to him would make you feel better.

"Crowley?" You practically squeaked.

"Are you alright?" He asked genuinely, abandoning his flirty manner, knowing what may have ensued after his conversation with Dean.

"Not really" Your voice was barely above a whisper. You and Dean always got along, you rarely fought, practically never. That's what made this hurt, if it were anyone else you'd be pissed but it wouldn't really mean anything to you, but this was Dean. Him and Sam were the only family you ever had and this fight made you feel like you could lose him. He'd never let that happen but you didn't know that, you thought he hated you for being friends with someone who had betrayed him so many times.

"Do you want me to come?" You could tell Crowley felt guilty because he didn't make a small joke or sly comment, even with the obvious opportunity.

"I think that'd make things worse, can we just talk for a while?"

"Of course" He paused before speaking again, he was somewhat unsure of himself, something he never was. "Darling"

You smiled at the pet name, he called everyone that but it still made you feel special. He made you feel special. You thought about why you were friends with him, Dean did have a point, Crowley's history doesn't exactly nominate him for trusted friend of the year but you could tell he changed. He'd always have that same part of him but you could see the new part too. The part that made you laugh. You knew he had a chance at redemption after the church. Sam and Dean wouldn't trust him, wouldn't give him a chance. But you did. You weren't stupid about it either, you didn't just think he's a normal human now but you could see that he wanted to be better. It started off slowly, when he was chained up in the dungeon you would talk to him randomly, he'd never tell you but it meant a lot to him, to be thought of as possibly not entirely terribly evil.

You spent a lot of time with him when he was chained up, he resisted a bit at the beginning but he caved soon enough. For a while you just gave him the odd book, something to stave off the boredom. One day Dean annoyed you more than usual so you gave Crowley one of the "Supernatural" books, specifically "Route 666". He teased Dean with the book relentlessly, Dean couldn't understand how Crowley knew those things until he found the book, pages well worn. He assumed Crowley had brought it with him somehow which just made it so much funnier. That was when Crowley knew he could come to tolerate you, one day.

You took a deck of cards in with you one day and the two of you played poker. You continued this for weeks and Crowley always managed to cheat, you weren't sure how since he couldn't use any magic but you didn't say anything. One day he did something you didn't think he could, he surprised you. You were playing like usual and you won, he didn't cheat. That was the day you truly knew he was capable of change, it was one game of poker but it was a start.

You'd grown close over time. When he was free he still spoke to you, that's when the game started, the game of moose and squirrel. He sent you a selfie of him with a squirrel with fur the exact same colour as Dean's hair. You laughed and sent him a photo of you standing next to a moose eating a bush with the caption "Sammy and his salad" the small gesture sparked a months long game of exchanged photos and videos of the two of you with moose and squirrels.

Time passed by quicker than it had a right to as you chatted with Crowley. He told you all about his latest escapades in Maui and you told him about your cases. You only noticed the time when you turned and saw a clock on your bedside table, the two of you had been on the phone for three hours and you hadn't run out of things to talk about. The conversation had made you forget about your fight with Dean and you were feeling much better, that was until he knocked on your door.

"Y/n? You in there"

You hung up the phone and opened the door. There stood Dean, head hung low and avoiding eye contact.

"You look pathetic" You stated blankly "Come in"

He walked it and sat on you bed beside you.

"I don't like you talking to Crowley" He started, already making you angry "But you're an adult and you can make your own decisions. And, I'm sorry I yelled at you"

"Thank you Dean, I know that must have been gut-wrenching" You said with a small smirk, the kind that assured Dean that everything was okay.

"So, dinner?"

"Did you seriously not eat?"

"I was talking to Sammy"

"For three hours? You really thought you messed up, huh?"

"I did, didn't I?"

"Yeah"

"Well, sorry"

"Ooh, two in one day, I feel special"

"May as well have on in the bank"

"Good idea"

You both chuckled lightly as you left your room.

"Hey" Dean asked, leading into a question.

"Yeah?"

"Why is Crowley's name "Fine as Hell" in your phone?"

"You've seen him"

"I have"

"Honesty truth? He cast a spell and I can't change it back"

Dean laughed and you joined him. Maybe he was gonna get used to your friendship with Crowley.

Maybe.

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