#sam's angry because he doesn't want back in and he doesn't want to be forced to make this decision

[monstermoviedean]

the night we met for song of the day in 15x20. loathsome

[darkroomkisses]

Uh, can I request a dark!ethan with quinn's scene in the bathroom but instead of her being the reader, where gf!ethan is waiting for her to fuck her w non-con. Thank you!

hope it is understood, English is not my first language

Rejected (Dark!Ethan Landry x Reader)

A/N: Oh spicy! Yes, pretty sure I understand you! I hope this is to your liking, I changed some stuff from the scene in the movie. Danny doesn't see ghostface in the room. Went a little darker toward the end (oops) Thanks Anon <3

Pairing: Dark!Ethan Landry x Reader

Summary: After rejecting Dark!Ethan when he asks you on a date, he's angry enough to kill. So he does just that, he kills your hookup and fucks you after. READ TAGS!

Warnings: NON-CON,SMUT, Dark!Ethan Landry, Ghostface Ethan Landry, fem!reader, Murder, Choking, Unconscious reader, Dacryphilia, Possessive!Ethan, Jealous!Ethan, Unprotected P in V, Creampie, marking, biting, Face Slapping, slight slut-shaming. Don't read if uncomfortable with dark themes, other than that ENJOY!! 🥀

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Ethan has been obsessed with you from the moment he met you. Whenever he would come over to the apartment you shared with Sam and Tara, he would watch you so intensely, some of the times you noticed but it didn’t bother you too much, but it made you a little uneasy.

His eyes were so dark and fierce you felt like your skin might set ablaze. His eyes never leave you when you all hang out. All that ran through his mind was wrapping his hands around your neck watching you shiver under him as he forced himself in you. He wanted to look into your fearful eyes and see sweet tears running down your pretty face. 

About a month ago, Ethan mustered up the courage to ask you on a date, you giggled at his shy attempt to ask you out and rubbed his face, telling him you only see him as a friend. Those words haven’t left his mind since only playing on repeat as he laid in bed every night.  

It was late in the evening, The house lively with the gang spending time together in the kitchen, completely distracted from what was going down in the other room.

That was perfect for Ethan, he was preparing for his attack, hiding away in your closet. He was ready to kill the loser who just fucked you in two pumps leaving you disappointed and needy for more. Ethan was seething with rage because what the fuck did this fucker have that he didn’t? The fucker didn’t even make you cum. His cock half hard thinking about what he wanted to do to you. The fucker went into the bathroom leaving you alone in the bedroom. You slipped your nightgown back on and pulled out your phone, turning to the side. Ethan couldn’t wait anymore.

“Babe, you coming to join me?” The guy yelled from the bathroom; you met him earlier that night at a frat party, he was cute, and you were drunk. You put your phone down for a second to respond “No and don’t use my face wash it’s pH-balance for women” you yell, “yeah whatever you say” he yells back. You go back to your phone, giggling at the video you were watching. Unaware of the dark figure looming over you, after a few seconds of Ethan running his eyes over your figure, his fingers twitching desperately wanting to touch you. He slipped out of your room to kill that loser in the bathroom.

Ethan finished the job, he sighed out, fuck it felt good to kill that alpha fucker who was a two-pump chump. But what he had planned next would feel even better. Ethan slipped back into your bedroom quietly to not disturb you. You hadn't moved from your position. Ethan leaned over you in a quick motion, hand over your mouth, all his bodyweight pinning you to the bed the blade was at your neck, the slightest pressure pushing into you.

Your eyes widen, you gear up to scream as you meet the big dark eyes of Ghostface. You started to cry, Ghostface just stared down at you, his hand tight on your face. You screamed against his hand, your body shaking with fear, you were going to be killed. Ghostface shook his blade in your face, shutting you up instantly.

Ethan smiled under the mask; happy his plan was playing out perfectly. His cock was hard and leaking already. You looked even more perfect than he pictured late at night when had his hand wrapped around his hard cock, getting off to the thought of you. Your eyes were puffy and red, your tears couldn’t stop falling. Ethan took his blade and ran it down your short nightgown, tearing it in half and exposing your bare body to him, your breathing started to speed up at the realization of what was about to happen.

You heard a quiet moan from Ghostface, your blood running cold. “Scream and I'll kill all your fucking friends in the kitchen” Ethan said in the Ghostface voice making you shiver. You couldn’t let your friends die because of you. You shook your head quickly. Ethan took his hand from your mouth to squeeze one of your boobs he leaned his head down to your neck, rutting against your core, it took everything in you to not throw up at the feel of his hands exploring your body and the heavy breathing in your ear made your stomach turn.

Once Ethan got his feel, his free hand moved down to your wet pussy, his gloved hand stroking all over. Ethan was surprised how wet you were, and it was all for him. Ethan hovered over you to get a better look at your wet core. Ethan let go of the knife to remove his gloves. He had to feel you properly against his skin. He returned his hand rubbing your clit, you let out a soft hum, Ethan snapped his head up to see your face. It was exquisite, your face twisted like you were trying to hold back your pleasure.

That twisted his desire to get you to make more pretty noises for him. He wanted to hear you cry out, with that he pushed his fingers deep into you, hard and fast. You let out a broken moan, whimpering for him to stop. “p..please stop, please” you pant, with your lips quivering. Ethan let out a half laugh. “Why would I stop when you feel so good?” he said rutting faster and making circles on your clit with his thumb, determined to make you cum...hard. “Fuck you feel so good y/n” Ethan moaned your name lewdly. Your eyes widen, your thoughts running a mile a minute now, trying to think who the fuck this was. You didn't have much time to think, your fear and arousal ramping up to another level, your orgasm threating to crash down on you.

Your legs start to shake, your back arches against him your chest raising, and he takes his other hand and grabs your boob squeezing so tight, he pinches your nipple, rolling it with his fingers. He wanted to bring your tit into his mouth and suck hard on your hard nipple.

You clenched down hard on his fingers, he’s breathing deep into your ear, encouraging you on. “Good girl, cum on my fucking fingers” Ethan growled into your ear. You came down from your high, you felt like you were on the verge of passing out. Between the crying and the orgasm that had you shaking uncontrollably you couldn’t keep your eyes open.

Your head whipped to the side, your cheek stinging. “Wake up, we are not done yet” Ethan growls. His cock was painfully hard now, he needed to be inside you. Your eyes fluttered, Ethan grabbed your neck tightly he whimpered softly, fuck he wanted to do that all night. Ethan releases his hard cock with his free hand.

Your panic hits you like lighting you tried to squirm out of his grip but that only made Ethan more excited. He lines his cock up with your slit, Ethan rubs his cock up and down on your wetness. In one quick thrust, Ethan forces himself in you, he lets out a low moan, steadying himself, he felt like he was going to burst inside you. Ethan almost couldn’t contain himself and thrust hard a few times, this is the first time Ethan felt pussy this good, the only time, actually.

His hands choked you hard with each rock of his hips. “Fuck, you know how long I wanted to stick my cock deep Inside you?” Your head feels light, and you are barely able to register what he’s saying to you.

You reach up to tear his hands away, but you couldn’t find the strength. “Your pussy is fucking mine, only for me” Ethan pants as he drags his cock against your hot walls. “You’re so tight, I feel like I'm tearing you apart.” You could hear the smile in his voice, each word dripping with lust.

“I c-can’t-” you choke out before you feel yourself fading into unconsciousness. Ethan didn’t let go of your neck for a few seconds, watching you fall limp under him. Ethan pulled his mask off throwing it to the ground. Sweat beating down his face, his hair a wild mess. He stops his movement for a second hiking your knees to your chest so he can fuck deeper into your slick hole.

The only sounds that filled the room were Ethan’s desperate moans and groans and the wet sounds of him fucking sloppily into you. He kissed your lips roughly, moaning into your mouth. “You’re mine, you’re mine, all for me” Ethan chanted darkly. He moved his lips to your neck sucking and kissing the marks he left on you. He was so close; he couldn’t hold back anymore.

Ethan roughly grabbed your hips, making your back arch. He was gripping so tightly he definitely left marks. “Fuck baby, take my cum you little slut” Ethan pumped in you harshly one last time letting out a deep moan as he spilled inside you. Ethan slowly pulled out of you, watching your slit dip his cum.

Ethan kissed your lips softly, roaming his hands all over your soft limp body one more time. Finally, he sits up, tucking you under the covers. Ethan kisses your forehead and puts his mask back on before fleeing the room. You were out cold, breathing softly and completely unaware that your shy friend Ethan had attacked you and you never will know. 

[marvelfilth]

Dookie the Matchmaker

Pairing: Tara Carpenter x f!reader

Warnings: mention of blood

Summary: She curses herself for forgetting to ask for your name, but she thinks it's better this way. She can't afford to get close to anyone. Not after Amber. Not after Quinn and Ethan.

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Tara falls in love.

It happens slowly, gradually. At first, she doesn't even notice, just keeps sending you awkward smiles and brief glances, long enough to be considered friendly, but not long enough to make you question her.

She sees you regularly during her economics class - it was one of the electives, and Sam made some good points about choosing it, so she did.

You're never late, always showing up a few minutes early, taking your seat near the window and drawing doodles in your notebook.

Tara doesn't even remember when she first started noticing you, she just knows that one day she walked in and her eyes zeroed in on your seat, corners of her mouth curling up at the familiar sight of you hunched over the desk, chewing on your pen.

You're never absent, so when she was forced to miss one of the lectures she ventured to you, hesitantly asking to borrow your notes.

She keeps telling herself she did that because she is an outcast now, no one in her class is willing to talk to her and seats closest to her always remain empty, but honestly she just wanted to hear your voice and maybe see you smile at her, if she's lucky.

Turns out luck was on her side that day, because the smile directed at her was wide and inviting, and you gave her your notes without a question.

She curses herself for forgetting to ask for your name, but she thinks it's better this way. She can't afford to get close to anyone. Not after Amber. Not after Quinn and Ethan.

She convinces herself that the looks she regularly receives in the halls don't bother her. She pretends she doesn't hear harsh words muttered behind her back. She sits at the farthest table at the cafeteria with Chad and Mindy by her side, looking away when she feels people staring.

She can't ignore the shove she receives after she hurries away from her economics class.

She looks up and fights the urge to throw up.

It's one of Ethan's friends, all bulky, tall and angry. Other students walk by without a second glance, and his lips curl in a way that makes her shiver.

She takes a deep breath and looks him straight in the eye, straightening her shoulders.

"What's going on?"

You're the last one to walk out, looking between them in confusion, one hand in your pocket, the other on the door behind you.

He smirks and cocks his head to the side, and she really really doesn't want you to see this.

"Are you deaf?" You ask, more forcefully this time, and to her surprise you choose to stand by her side, your shoulder brushing against hers in silent support.

"Just want to have a little chat. You should leave." He jerks his head at you, but you don't budge, your eyes narrowing.

"After you, Matthews."

You look at each other for a long moment, and Tara's about to finally speak up, tell you to just leave it and go, when he scoffs and walks past you, shouldering you harshly.

You roll your eyes and make sure he leaves, before turning to her with that warm smile and kind eyes, asking if she's okay, offering to walk her home.

She shakes her head, whispers a quiet thanks and rushes away, not looking back.

Later that night she cries in Sam's arms. No words are said out loud, but she knows her sister understands, can feel it in the press of lips on her temple and the tears that disappear in her hair.

Next morning they visit a dog shelter and come back home with another family member.

The dog doesn't take well to strangers.

Mindy and Chad, who are now living with them, shriek when they first see their new pet, jumping on the counter when the Doberman starts barking loudly. In the end, Sam is the one to calm everyone down, because Tara is too busy wheezing on the couch.

It takes two months for the dog to get used to the twins and they complain the whole time. But even they can't deny feeling this new sense of security.

"Dude, she's so good." Chad rambles on and on about some girl days later, while Tara picks at her salad distractedly, her thoughts on you and the shirt you decided to wear today. It showed off your arms and she idly wonders if you play any sports, but doesn't allow her mind to wander further.

Mindy laughs loudly and shakes her head.

"I'm telling you. You should've seen her, she's crazy." He exclaims, gaining attention of nearby students.

He doesn't look away like Tara does, instead he looks them in the eye and waits, daring them to say something. They never do, because Chad is Chad. And Tara is… well, she's just Tara.

"Okay, we got it. Or do you want everyone to know?" Mindy chuckles, elbowing her brother.

Chad takes a sip of his water and grins proudly. "As matter of fact, yes, I do. She's amazing and everyone needs to know that. I think she's in one of your classes, you need to introduce us," he directs at Tara to which she shrugs, trying to hide her sudden interest.

You're the only person she notices, and if you're the one he's talking about she has no desire to introduce you.

If she could, she would keep you to herself.

She blinks, surprised by her own thought and quickly shoves it into the deepest corner of her mind.

She finally understands what he was talking about when she sees you during basketball practice, practically annihilating the other team. She gulps and pointedly ignores the looks Mindy and Chad keep sending her, her eyes on your lean body as you send yet another ball through the hoop. You smile when your teammate slaps your back good-naturally and send her a wink, making Tara swoon in her seat at the bleachers.

You don't notice her at all, your eyes never stray away from the court, your chest glistening with sweat, making the smaller girl lick her lips.

"Are you drooling?" Mindy smirks.

Tara rolls her eyes and doesn't grant a response.

She spends the rest of the day wishing that wink was directed to her.

When she sees Matthews again it doesn't go the way she thought it would go.

You burst through a door, looking ragged and breathless. Tara runs into you, your eyes widening in alarm before you quickly hide your hands behind your back, and Tara immediately tenses up, unconsciously taking a step back. A moment later Matthews walks out of the same door, his nose bleeding profoundly. He blanches when he sees you, and backtracks, shutting the door behind him with a loud bang.

You shift sheepishly and apologize for startling her, but Tara doesn't hear any of it, all of her senses focused on the way your chest rises with each breath, the way your tongue darts out to wet your lips in a nervous gesture.

Tara blinks rapidly and curses quietly. She mutters a lame excuse and almost sprints out of the building, away from you, away from her unwanted feelings.

That night Sam tells her something that makes her heart skip a bit.

"We can't live our life in fear. Maybe… maybe you should give them a chance. But not before I meet them, of course."

The words leave her with a warm feeling in her chest. She doesn't know how Sam found out, but she's grateful nonetheless.

The problem is, she has no idea how to approach you. It wasn't easy to come up and ask for notes and you were strangers then, she wasn't fully aware of her feelings. Technically, you're still strangers, but you've saved her ass multiple times now and all she's done is run. So yeah, no one can blame her for not knowing how to approach you after she so carefully avoided any interaction with you for so long.

It happens right after she steps out of her favorite pizza place after picking up her order.

One moment she has a tight grip on the leash, pizza box in other hand, and the next, her dog is sprinting like there's no tomorrow, easily tugging Tara behind him.

The brunette struggles to keep up, pizza long forgotten in favor of trying to stop her dog, both of her hands getting white from the tight grip she has on the leash.

"Dookie!" She shouts, trying to stop her dog. "Dookie, stop!"

With one last harsh tug from the doberman she is forced to let go of the leash, huffing and sprinting after the dog. She is already panting, and by the time her dog rounds the corner she has half a mind to call Sam and make her chase the dog down herself. After all, it was her sister's idea to get one.

There's a yelp right before she rounds the corner and she runs faster, almost bumping into the rough concrete, panic coursing through her veins.

She stops in her tracks as soon as she sees you.

"Hey, buddy," you say, giggling.

The leash previously held in Tara's hand is now wrapped snugly around your legs, effectively keeping you in place. Her dog, the traitor that he is, is jumping at you in joy, trying to lick your face.

Now that she's sure no one's hurt, she takes a moment to get her breathing under control and to observe her supposedly very scary guard dog making you laugh. She can't help, but be jealous of the way her dog so easily got your attention.

She thinks about calling Sam, or Mindy, or even Chad, because she can't do this. She can't walk up to you when you're looking so breathtakingly beautiful, laughing unabashedly, your eyes glistening in the sunlight.

But she has no other choice now, seeing you nearly topple over when Dookie decides to make another lap around you.

"Stop it!" she whisper yells at the dog as soon as she nears the two of you.

You look up, surprised, and blink, before a grin overtakes your features. You try to face her and realize you can't even turn when your legs don't move an inch.

She bends and picks up the leash, embarrassment painted over her features. "I'm so sorry. He's never done that before," she chuckles awkwardly and tugs on the leash.

You yelp when the movement causes you to trip and fall into her arms, and she catches you without missing a beat, holding you while you regain your footing.

Her dog barks happily from behind you.

"Sorry," you mutter, trying to pry away from the leash, but the dog doesn't move from the place near your feet, drool dripping over your shoes.

Tara's sure she looks positively horrified at the sight of your drool covered shoes, her face feels like it's been set on fire. She crouches in front of you and begins to unwrap the leash, and you try to help her as much as you can, much to the dog's displeasure.

"There. All done." She gets up, her eyes darting around the street. "I'm really sorry about this. Don't know what's gotten into him, he's never tried to kidnap anyone before." She realizes just how true the words are as soon as they leave her lips.

Dookie hates strangers. It took Chad and Mindy almost a month to even pet the dog, much less cuddle with him like old friends, which is what you're doing now. She hums in thought, barely managing to hide a smile.

Dookie's approval means Sam's approval.

You laugh, shaking your head. "It's fine. Seems like he just wants to play. You're Tara, right?" You look up, squinting from the sun and the sight almost takes her breath away.

Her face burns and she curses herself for not even giving you her name after all the times you've saved her. But it seems you don't mind at all, smiling softly and looking away like you don't want to pressure her into having a conversation.

She decides she's done being afraid.

"Yes. And you're Y/n," she mumbles, suddenly shy. "And this is Dookie," she adds, gesturing to the dog jumping at your feet.

You get up from your crouch, laughing. "Dookie?"

"Short for Babadook. It's my favorite scary movie." She looks away momentarily, tension taking root in her shoulders as she awaits your reply.

"I hate scary movies." You make a face, shuddering.

She exhales with a chuckle and looks back to where she came from. "Wanna go look for the pizza I threw somewhere down this alley?" She asks jokingly, but she really really hopes you'll say yes.

"I'd love to," you smile, a red tint on your cheeks.

When she comes back home with a spring in her step and a happy grin in place, Sam smiles knowingly and gives her a hug that feels like home.

[awaywardfatherswaywardson]

I'm just thinking about like Dean after finding out about people writing wincest fanfiction and obviously he acted grossed out because that's how you're supposed to act to finding out that people write porn about you and your brother, but also maybe he stumbles upon a fic someone wrote of Sam harbouring feelings for Dean the whole time and he secretly loves it.

He reads the full 50k+ word fanfiction full of angst and yearning and realizes how badly he wants it to be true. How much he wants Sam to have feelings for him, to have had feelings for him his whole life, and something in his stomach twists.

There's something wrong with him, he knows it. He wants Sam to be dependent on him, to never truly love anyone the way he loves Dean. He wants Sam to want him the way women in bars want him. He wants Sam to want him the way Lisa wanted him. He wants to be everything to Sam.

He reads the words on the screen and reflects it to real life. When Sam looked at Jess the first time, she reminded him of Dean. When Sam kissed her for the first time, he thought of Dean. When Sam fucked her for the first time, he had to bite his tongue to prevent from calling out for Dean.

When Sam saw Dean for the first time in years and he's panting, pinned to the ground beneath his big brother, he got hard. When Sam rolled over on top of Dean, he had to force himself not to grind on him. When Sam stood in front of him, just inches too close for brothers to stand, he wanted to kiss him. When Jess interrupted them, Sam wanted it even more, to show Jess that he belonged to Dean. He always has and always will, and she could never compete with that.

Dean knows he shouldn't, but as he reads, he believes that it's true. This is really how Sam felt this whole time. He's not the only one fucked up this way. Sam yearned for Dean for years after they got back together and the tension finally crescendoed when Sam found out about the deal Dean made for him. He realized Dean loves him more than life itself, would spend an eternity burning in hell just so he could have one more year with his baby brother.

Sam kissed him rough and angry before it quickly fizzled out into desperation and longing. Dean sat down on the bed, pulling Sam to straddle him, and Sam gently pushed him onto his back. He mumbled Dean's name into his mouth and Dean pushed up onto his elbows to get closer. They held each other tightly as they rut against each other until finally, *finally*, they come together with each others names on their tongue in the others mouth.

Dean- real Dean- didn't realize he's been rubbing his hand over his crotch until he's wet and sticky in his pants. He hears Sam's name tumble quietly from his lips, and suddenly his eyes and cheeks burn with shame. He tears his hand away from himself before he even stopped twitching. Closing the browser as fast as he can, he launches himself out of the chair and into the shower, barely remembering to slam the bathroom door shut behind him.

Dean doesn't cry in the shower, the water just runs down his face. He's not red with shame, the water is just really hot. His legs don't buckle under the weight of this disgusting burden he carries, the water just relaxes him to the point of exhaustion. There's nothing wrong with him, the water is washing it away.

[ellieslittleburrow]

Coming home late..doesn't keep Dean okay. P1

Summery : You've been acting out, lately. Or at least that's what Sam and Dean called it. For you it was just having fun, living. That is until Dean couldn't take it anymore...

Warnings : a bit of a violent behaviour, stern brother

Pairings : Dean winchester x sister reader

A/n : AHA WHATS THAT TITLE. Also i'm sorry if this brings bad memories to any of you guys ❤️ Comments are much appreciated peeps 🌸

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"Lookie here"

A voice you have so carelessly gotten used to, tinted with a hint of disappointment and of passive aggressiveness. "Miss wild life has just come back from her adventures."

You sighed as your boots tiredly thump the metallic steps of the bunker and Dean emerged through the metallic columns.

"What?" You threw your arms out. "Am i not allowed to go out now? Should i ask for your permission for everything?" You spat out. Fucker really had to do this as soon as you came back home?

"No!" Dean rose from the chair and dangerously made his way to you. "You could've answered the phone one of the 10 times i called, though!" He sounded enthusiastic for a second. "Or maybe just gotten home on time." And then that enthusiasm shifted to disappointment. And after a few seconds of silence, he spoke again, his voice fatigued. "What are you doing, kid?"

It was a simple 4 worded question. But the answer to it requiered a few shrinks and lots of writing. You didn't know why you were acting this way, really. To you it was no big deal. Why do they want to force everything on you? Get home at this hour, wear this and not that, eat, don't talk to that person, don't haunt this and that...You were just done with all this attention to the little details that meant nothing to you...You just..wanted them to notice you, what you liked, your qualities, the fact that you knew well enough how to haunt. There was also the fact that...handling things on your own was no longer a possibility..The pain, the nightmares, the memories.

"I'm not doing anything, Dean. I just got home like-" You stop to look at your watch. "A fucking hour late. Boohoo, what a big fucking dea-"

"LILY."

You stop! Faltering for a tiny moment before quickly recovering, adrenaline pumping through your body.

"Don't raise your voic-"

You'd spoke but Dean interrupted you, closing the gap between you, sending you staggering backwards. But you still hold your head up high, chest puffed up and ready to fight...cleching your fists as your hands trembled.

"i don't think you understand, lily." Your brother wrapped his hand around your arm, looming over your -what felt like- tiny body. You held your gaze down. Are you still going to fight? Or are you going to apologize and move on?

"It's not because i let you loose that it's actually acceptable for you to behave this way. I understand that you're angry and that you're taking it out on me-"

"that's fucking stupi-"

Fight it is..

"it's not stupid, you're acting out like you're five."

"i swear to god and i promise you, if you ever do this again, lily, you're done. And not done the way you usually are. I promise you that if you do this ever again, i will make sure you never forget that day. "

You scoff and shrug, the perfect cocktail for Dean's eyes to go lower, darker. Angrier. But all that bitterness washed away... and he nodded, slowly.

"Okay then" He let go of your arm and you internally wished he didn't. It felt now like you'd rather he grounds you and yells, because that smile meant that whatever was coming, was going to be much worse.

"Since you're all grown up and ready to take care of yourelf, let me change it up for you."

Much worse indeed..

He stood up straight and you shrunk again. You didn't want this!!! This is not what you had in m-

"We've already got enough problems on our plate, you acting out, with your temper tantrums and your shit-" He shakes his hands. " i'm not having it."

You'd speak up...apologize..But you're too angry and terrified to even think. Let alone talk.

"You do this shit again, you're out. Capiche?"

You opened your mouth to speak but!- you're stunned. And a lump grew heavy in your throat as regret set in....

"And you watch your language, or else i promise you i'll smack your face so bad your jaw will hurt."

Your eyebrows stood up in surprise..Never has Dean EVER been this violent. And by the looks of it, he meant it. He meant all of it. Every single word. And you...you-

You burst into tears, choking as saliva pooled in your mouth. You've never felt such things and-and you don't get why he'd eve-

"I asked you a question, lily." He thundered but you were in no state that would get you to stop crying, anytime soon. Only an unintentional whimper escaped your lips. "Lily, i asked you a question." He demanded again, groaning higher.

You nod, hoping it would get him off you but...that only infuriorates him more. "ANSWER ME."

his tone turned more violent, piercing your ears and you nodded again. "Yeah. Yes-I I understand." Your lips trembling as your upper body leaned away from him.

Just then does he let go of your arm. "'Out of my face now, kid."

Without hesitation, you stepped aside, heading for your room.

You placed the back of your hand on your mouth, covering it before another wave of tears comes in.

You might've fucked up, badly this time, as Dean has never been this mean to you. And it just felt like....John and Sam all over again.

You had to do something about it. But it could wait. Until Sam came back.

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PART2

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Ola, yall! I love writing angst 😭😭😭 What do we think???? ❤️❤️❤️🥀🥀🥀

[scoobydoodean]

ppl get mad when dean’s “love” is “conditional”

but don’t blink when others erect “healthy boundaries” and “respectful expectations”

do you think dean is expected to be this idea of perfect, unconditional love in ways other characters are not?

thx

Hey anon sorry it took me a while to circle back to this! I was trying to find a related post for you but I never found it. :(

I don't know if most people expect Dean to be perfect, but I do believe that without realizing it, a lot of people hold Dean to very unreasonable standards and don't believe he deserves boundaries of any kind—including regarding his own feelings. For example,

Dean is often demonized for not trusting people immediately after they have broken his trust (ex: 4.21, 5.02, 5.05, 6.20) in a way fandom would never demonize Sam or Cas for not trusting Dean after Dean lied to them.

Dean is often criticized for not "opening up" to Sam. Not only is Dean under zero obligation to use Sam as a confidant, but the expectation always seems to be that Dean become "ready" to talk on Sam's timeline, and anything outside of what Sam considers to be an acceptable timeline is criticized by Sam and fandom from some cringe pop psychology perspective on emotional health (2.02, 4.09, 13.04). Sam, on the other hand, is never treated as if he is obligated to open up to Dean, and the countless times he says he doesn't want to talk are immediately dismissed as normal and his boundaries are treated with respect.

Dean was criticized by fandom immediately in season 13 for not parenting Jack correctly and not "being there" for Sam. Dean was very clear that he didn't want to be Jack's mother. Dean was under zero moral obligation, at any point, to adopt Jack and treat him as a son. However, portions of fandom consistently—from 13.01—insisted on judging Dean based on a poor "parenting" performance to someone who was not his kid, and who he explicitly stated he did not want parent. Many fans did and still do criticize Dean for not immediately setting aside his grief over Mary, Cas, and Crowley and joyfully accepting a parenting role over someone he had every reason to believe brainwashed his best friend which lead to his demise. (I say all of this separately from how Dean treated Jack as a house guest).

Dean is expected to forgive Sam and Cas on their timelines (season 5, season 15) but if they are angry at Dean, any length of time they might choose to hold things against him—including indefinitely—is justified and often applauded. In fact, you would often find—especially with Sam—fans over and over cheering Sam on for "standing up for himself finally" as if every time of the dozens of times he did that, it was the first time.

Dean is very popularly demonized for not forgiving Jack for murdering his mother. Jack can kill Mary because he was "scared" or "mad" and that's fine but Dean having a single feeling about it is out of line to this fandom. (As an aside—no—I don't think soulless Jack killing Mary was an accident based on how soulless!Jack described it... but either way it doesn't matter when it comes to how Dean is allowed to feel about it.) Mere hours after the incident occurs, Dean is expected to be flowering Jack with love and forgiveness, and the fact that he didn't makes Dean a monster.

Dean is demonized for putting Jack in the mal'ak box and when the episode aired (and again—continuing to this day within the fandom) it was framed by and large as if Dean was the sole perpetrator of that act, while Sam's role was brushed under the rug or fans straight up insisted Dean somehow "forced" Sam to go along with him (despite Sam very clearly being fucking terrified of Jack). Cas, a single episode later, enquiring about putting Jack in The Cage is also completely dismissed. Nobody gives a single fuck.

Dean saying (he thinks privately to Sam) he doesn't consider Jack family after what happened with Mary. I'll make myself abundantly clear: Dean has every right to feel this way. And let's be real—if Sam said he didn't see Jack as family, almost nobody would give a fuck... which goes for everything on this list?

Which brings me to the why of this ask.

Part of the reason Dean is held to different standards is down to some of fandom's desperate need to perpetuate Dean's childhood parentification by holding him responsible for everyone in his life. Because Dean is Mr. Parentified Child, he MUST accept Jack as his child because that's who Dean is—a defacto parent to everyone in his life, destined to be treated like the universe's mommy and then judged for doing a bad job at a task he does not have the power or authority to handle as if he did have that power and authority... and if he complains he's a selfish, cruel, evil monster.

Another reason is Dean's overarching role in the story, as the narrative heart and the hearth of the house. You cannot miss, in SPN, how central Dean is to the concept of belonging somewhere—of having a home—of being loved. I've said before that Dean's love is practically regarded as a human right in Supernatural. Dean really represents the idea of being loved at all—the intrinsic human need to be loved and accepted by others.

Sam or Cas could say they don't love someone, and it would just be taken as a personal opinion with no greater weight or significance. If Dean says he doesn't love someone, that carries a very special meaning to the fans and has a very special impact on the character who hears it. And while it may hurt another character to hear that from Dean... it also is not fair, in any sense of the word, to treat Dean's love as something everyone is entitled to—to deny his personhood and autono-[gunshots]—to act as if he is obligated to force himself to love everyone—as if that wasn't deeply unfair and also literally impossible.

One of the reasons Jack instantly attaches to Dean like a baby duck in season 13 despite Dean's cold, grief-stricken exterior while Sam is standing right there being "supportive" (besides Sam's poorly-concealed ulterior motives) is that Jack implicitly understands that Dean, whether he wants to be or not, is the Winchester family house. In order to ever feel like you belong in that house—like you are in that family—Dean has to love you. Fans also understand this whether they know they do or not. They know it doesn't matter if Sam says "You're family". If Dean doesn't say it—if Dean doesn't feel it—it will never feel real. Because of this, fans feel an entitlement for Dean to bestow instant love and forgiveness on their faves in a way they would never ask that of Sam or Cas... and they also perceive Dean as aware of his unique role and often perceive him as using it to control others or make the family a dictatorship... when Dean is literally just being a normal human being with boundaries and feelings, who did not choose to be perceived in this way, and whose feelings do not simply stop existing just because of this unfair perception of him and how everyone else is tying their self-esteem to him in ways Dean has zero control over... and their needs do not trump Dean's right to boundaries and feelings as just a guy—as just a human being!

[girls-alias]

Tattoo - Dean Winchester

Title: Tattoo - Dean Winchester Words: 2,305 Relations: Dean Winchester X reader. TW: Strong language, slight nudity, sexual hinting.

[Why does the right gif look like it's reacting to the first 😂]

I sighed slamming the anti-possession tattoo design on the artist's table. "This is what I want," I explained simply. The artist looked it over once, a quick glance before scoffing and shaking his head. I sucked my teeth, annoyed instantly by his reaction.

"I'm not doing that, it's demon shit," He slid the design off the table, it falling slowly onto the floor. I glared at him knowing for a fact I would not be the one to pick that up.

"It's actually the opposite it's to protect me from demon shit. So, either pick up the design and get started or pick up the design and wish me a great day," I instructed, my tone forceful as I rested my hands on the table between us. He gave me his full attention. "Either way, you're picking it up," I added. He scoffed looking at me like I was stupid.

"Bitch, if you-" He didn't have time to finish his sentence as I slammed his head into the table. He jumped backwards, holding his busted nose. Looking at me terrified. I was angry beyond reproach.

"Call me a bitch again and I'll pull your teeth out so the next time you say it, it's sounds like your saying bench," I threatened. "Get up. Walk around this table. Pick it up." I said simply, emphasising my anger as I maintained eye contact. He hesitated to get up, cowering as he got closer to me. I stared him down even though he was taller than me, he bent down, using one knee to get low as he grabbed the design. He went to stand but I grabbed the shoulder of his shirt, stopping him from standing but looking up at me scared. I smirked. "Wasn't so hard, was it?" I asked menacingly with a smirk. He shook his head slowly like he was afraid to upset me. I smirked wider. "Now wish me a great day," I instructed, looking at him expectantly.

"I hope you have a really great day, sorry I couldn't help," He quickly spoke. I smiled politely, innocently.

"Thanks, you too," I added cheerfully before grabbing my design and walking out.

I had gone to 5 different tattoo studios, all getting denied and I was growing impatient and reckless. My anger rose before a plan formed in my mind. I smirked knowing it was genius.

Dean's POV:

Y/N had been gone all day. I know she was getting her tattoo but it shouldn't be this long. She's been gone since I woke up till now, I rechecked my watch growing anxious. I should have gone with her. I know she didn't want me to because 'she's an independent woman who doesn't need a man to hold her hand' or at least that's what she tells me every time I suggest protection on a hunt or company for certain things. She is the most stubborn woman I know, and I've met plenty of stubborn women. She only decided to stay at the bunker with us for a few weeks because she wanted a break from motels.

"Will you stop tapping your foot?" Sam asked annoyed as he looked up from his book.

"Where is she? She should have been back hours ago," I rambled, anxiously checking my watch again. 9PM. Where is she? I wonder if she was snatched? Is she okay?

"Dean, will you calm down? She's probably just gotten distracted." He tried but I scoffed.

"What if she's been abducted and we're just sat here?" I asked but Sam laughed, holding his finger in the book to keep his place as he lowered it to give me his full attention.

"We are talking about the same Y/N, right? She's been abducted, starved for months, tortured and still escaped. We did nothing to help, she just called us for a ride like nothing happened," He explained but I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah, but that was before she moved in," I tried but Sam looked at me confused.

"She hasn't moved it, she wanted a break and came here. You must be head over heels in love if you think she's staying," He chuckled, going back to his book but noticing my silence. I wanted to deny it but my mouth didn't work. He looked up from the book, studying me a second before slamming the book down not caring about keeping the page anymore. "You're in love with Y/N?!" He practically shouted but I rolled my eyes, getting up to leave. He didn't take the hint that I was leaving because of him so followed me. "I knew you wanted to fuck her but I didn't realise you were in love," He continued. I groaned, walking down the hall aimlessly.

"I'm not in love with her," I tried but even I could tell my tone showed how bad I was lying.

"You are, oh my God. You have to tell her before she leaves." He cheered but I rolled my eyes. I stopped in my tracks, facing him looking annoyed.

"She tells us every day that she doesn't need a man to hold her hand, she'd laugh in my face if I told her," I sighed, finally giving in because this topic has been clouding my judgment for months. Ever since she wore a dress to a hunt and still looked badass I knew I wanted more than sex, when Lucifer himself threatened her and she practically scared him off I knew it was love. Ever since I have grown to love her more, even small things I wouldn't normally notice became my fixation. Like how she mouths the words when she reads slightly or bites down on her nail when she's thinking. All of it made me fall deeper in love with her. Yet she shows no interest in me.

"She doesn't need a man to hold her hand but she might want one," Sam tried but I scoffed.

"We've known her for over a year, I've never once seen her hint at even sex never mind a relationship," I explained. Sam went to dismiss my comment but stopped to look at me confused. He heard it too. I turned around, there's something here. It sounded like something metal clinking against marble. Confused I walked down the hall. Maybe she's back, hopefully, she didn't hear our conversation.

I approached Y/N's door as Sam stood close behind me, I pushed the door open. I froze as I noticed Y/N on her knees in front of the fire shirtless. She had a maroon bra on and hadn't noticed us. I watched mesmerised and perplexed by what she was doing. My jaw dropped as she pulled an iron stake from the fire and pressed it to her chest over her heart. I wanted to rush in and stop her but I was stunned as rather than scream she dropped her head back and groaned. It was borderline pornographic and would definitely infect my mind many times in the future. Sam grabbed my shoulder but didn't move, it pulled me back to reality, I glanced at him seeing his jaw drop open and concern written all over his face. I looked back at her, eyes wide as she moaned again, pushing the stake a little harder before pulling it away. My mouth dried as I watched the scene.

"I love you," She looked up at us, completely unfazed. You wouldn't think she branded herself just seconds before. She looked at me confused and it hit me that I said it out loud. She put the stake down with a smile, chuckling softly before she stood up, not bothered by her shirtless figure as she faced me. I knew Sam would be looking away but my eyes wouldn't let me. My God!

"Good to know," She said slightly confused. I sighed realising she probably thinks I'm a creep. I mean, I am. She's standing shirtless, in a maroon bra but brand new burn above her heart I should be concerned about but I can't take my eyes off her chest. My God. I've never been a tits man but for her, I'm an everything man.

"What did you do?" Sam asked. I finally pulled my eyes away as I glanced at him, he turned away to look up the hall. He has more willpower than I do.

"No one would give me the tattoo so I branded myself," She explained as if it was no big deal. I looked at her concerned, slightly worried and turned on. I fall deeper in love.

"Why wouldn't you just go somewhere else?" Sam asked but she rolled her eyes and walked away to grab a cardigan, tying it around herself loosely so the fabric didn't touch her burn but covered herself. I frowned slightly. I finally looked at the burn. I rushed forward moving the cardigan slowly to see it fully.

"What the fuck, you actually did it," I exclaimed as I looked at the red skin surrounding the black burn. A perfect print of the anti-possession tattoo that matched Sam and I's.

"Well, yeah," She chuckled as if it were obvious. We saw her do it, I wouldn't doubt she would have if she'd told me beforehand but anyone else would be too scared. Not Y/N, not perfect Y/N. Sam followed me in, looking at it closely. We shared a look before I stepped back. She laughed as she shrugged. "It's not a big deal," She shrugged moving away to grab her glass from the top of the drawers. I narrowed my eyes at her.

"Did it not hurt?" I asked, my concern showing in my tone. She chuckled.

"I've felt worse," She shrugged taking a sip of her drink. God, I really do love her.

"I'm going to get the first aid kit. No more branding while I'm gone," Sam warned but she chuckled as he walked out.

"Aw, but I had a tramp stamp made too," She joked but looked at me with an innocent smile. "I actually have another one if you want to do it for me?" She asked but I looked at her like she was crazy. She rolled her eyes, moving to kneel in front of the fire again.

"What? No!" I exclaimed, grabbing her shoulder to try and move her away.

"Ow," She exclaimed, I quickly pulled my hands away, thinking I pressed on her burn. I knew I fell for her trick when she quickly grabbed another stake that was heating in the fire, pulled the tie on her cardigan and pushed it into her skin above her right hip. I gasped, readying for her to scream but she groaned again. Standing above her and looking down on the scene only made it hotter. My God. I turned away knowing I would soon be erect if I didn't try to clear my mind.

"What are you doing?" Sam exclaimed from the door, quickly rushing in, he grabbed the stake, burning his hand slightly as he dropped it to the floor. She rolled her eyes with a theatrical groan.

"You're so boring, Dean didn't mind," She played but I quickly protested.

"I tried to stop her," I held my hands up in defence as Sam looked at me shocked. Sam shook his head, turning his eyes to the first aid kit he brought in with him. Y/N seemed to smirk.

"I can patch myself up," She groaned but Sam shook his head, avoiding looking at her.

"No, I'm putting my foot down." He insisted. I watched, amazed he stood up to her. I wouldn't even do that even if I had a death wish.

"You can't even look at me," She chuckled. Sam looked her in the eyes for a second before looking away not wanting to gawk at her. She laughed, sitting back so she could move her legs from under her.

"I'll do it," I chimed in. I regret it instantly. She looked at me, her eyebrows showing she was shocked but her clenched jaw and eyes told me she wasn't happy. I shouldn't have said anything, she'll kill me and I'd thank her while she did it. She dominates me with just eye contact how am I going to put my foot down to her?

I took Sam's place in front of her, I avoided her eyes as I knew if I looked into them I would lose the nerve. Sam walked out as she took the cardigan off. I used all my focus to look at the branding and not her boobs. I saw her smirking in my peripheral vision.

"So, you love me?" She asked, teasing in her tone. I gulped. I need to grow a backbone, she has too much control over me. Now that I'm putting my foot down to her, it's the perfect time.

"So what if I do?" I asked, focusing on her anti-possession brand as I began cleaning it. She didn't even flinch when the alcohol touched her burns, she just moaned. I felt my blood rushing to where I didn't want it. I focused on my actions hoping I had enough control to get through this.

"I just think that's a weird thing to say after watching someone brand themself," She commented with a slight shrug. I glanced at her lips as she bit down. My breath hitched, and I fixed my eyes on the brand.

"Maybe that's my kink," I tempted but she smirked.

"It is now," She smirked. I gulped, finally looking at her face to see she was looking flirtatious. A look I had never seen her make before. I smirked.

"To rights," I confirmed. She smiled as she rested back on her hands letting me clean her without argument. This was the best thing that could have happened!!!!

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Dean x Reader x Castiel

The sun was starting to set, it was at the perfect height to be directly into your eyes as you drove. You were reaching to pull the sun visor down so it would block at least some of the glare as your phone began to ring.

There were only a select few people who called you. Other people texted because they know you don't like talking on the phone unless it was an emergency. So once the visor was down you picked up your phone to see it was Castiel.

When you answer you put it on speaker and place your phone on your lap as you continued to drive. "Hey angel" the nickname you had for him rolled off your tongue easily and you knew that there would be a soft smile on his face. "hi y/n"

He wasn't one for nicknames really and that was okay. However that wasn't the thing that had you nervous is was the fact that after he had spoke your name a sigh escaped him. "Castiel what's wrong?" he never called you if there was something wrong. He would just appear so the fact that he hasn't yet really has you worried.

"its Dean" his words were forced out as if he was becoming frustrated with something. You knew that Dean wasn't doing to well with the passing of his mom, and the whole Jack situation.

That's actually why you were out running around trying to find any way to get his mom back but also to find any trace of Jack. There hadn't been and you knew they were not going to be happy with how there was no progress being made. "What's going on with him. Is he okay?"

Rustling was heard and a incoherent grumble was heard before you heard Cas telling someone to stay out the fridge. A few moments later Cas spoke into the phone again. "I cant help him this time. He needs you, we need you to come back to the bunker. He's drunk and no one can get him to calm down"

As you rest your head against the seat you sigh. You weren't angry or anything you just had to figure out how you would approach Dean to get him to calm down. "alright ill be there as soon as I can. I love you"

Before he hung up a soft "we love you too" was heard before the beeping sound. Tossing your phone to the passenger seat you pressed on the gas. You were known for always being a safe driver usually but on cases and when people needed you, all caution was thrown to the wind.

When you pull up the bunker you park beside baby and walk inside. The sight inside breaks your heart, Dean is standing with what looks like to be his fourth beer in his hand as he argues with Sam and Cas both. Cas is trying to be gentle with him but you can tell they had just got done arguing because of the tension through the room.

Sam is the first to notice you and he gives you a look that's like "save me". You point to tell him that its okay to leave and so he does but not before kissing the top of your head in a friendly way.

Now it leaves the three of you in the room. You walk up beside Castiel and look at Dean. "Dean can you please put the bottle down?" your voice was soft not wanting to come off as demanding or anything to tip him off but you should have known that wasn't going to work. Instead he lashes out. "of course you come as backup. I'm fine its my fourth beer I don't need you here. Neither does Cas"

The words he spoke were intended to hurt you and it works. He doesn't usually say hurtful things like that towards you its usually your own insecurities and other people that do. But you choose to not feel it at the moment instead you look at him and tell Cas that he can leave. He places his hand on your shoulder and squeezes it letting you know that whatever Dean says isn't true before leaving.

Dean is taking another drink of his beer and you take it from his hands and toss it in the trash. This earns a incoherent mumble of words and you just shake your head. "come on dean you stink of sweat, dirt and alcohol. Lets get you cleaned up we could both use a shower"

As you spoke you were running your hand up and down his arm gently and it seemed to calm him down as he leaned into you. "never seemed to bother you before" This earns him a light slap on his arm as you begin to walk the both of you to the shower.

Closing the door you see him taking off his clothes and then you go over and start the water making sure its a nice temperature for you both. Then you take off your clothes and hold his hands as you walk under the water.

Making sure that he was the one under the water first you run your hands through his hair and then hold his face in your hands. "Dean Love." He looks down at you but doesn't respond "Me and Castiel love you. and so does your brother. Hell there are a lot of people who love you. You aren't alone in this. I promise"

He pulls you into a kiss and its sloppy but you both keep it short because tonight is not the night. "alright now clean yourself up. Ill wash your hair"

When you grab the shampoo he begins to wash off his body. You watch as the dirt washes off him and goes down the drain and then you begin to wash his hair. This results to him resting his head against your chest. Its the reason you choose to wash his hair at times like this.

Your hands run through his hair and scratch gently at his scalp. The whole time you do this he is resting against you. Only pulling away to rinse his hair out and then you do your own routine before the both of you get out and into your pajamas.

Dean had only put on a pair of sweatpants while you put on sweatpants and a baggy t-shirt that was Castiel's. Dean was the first in bed and you got in beside him. When you both get comfortable you grab the remote and turn on scooby doo. This causes Dean to laugh a bit and he watches it.

You knew that Dean would be apologizing tomorrow for how he acted because its something he has been working on is apologizing for when he says or does things that are hurtful to people he loves. So tonight you push it to the side.

Hours later Castiel comes back to the bunker and sees the both of you asleep. He had been out looking for anything that would help us all so it was nice to see the two people he loves most asleep without any worries.

He walks over to the bed and covers the both of you up and kisses you and deans forehead. When he does this he uses some of his power to enter your dreams so he could make sure they were good ones before he walks off after saying "I love you both"

[petrichormeraki]

Tips For Writing C!TommyInnit, From A Loser With Brainrot

Tommy is LOUD. Whether he's angry or excited or playing around, he's usually yelling. He is not aware of how loud he is unless he's specifically raising his voice to overpower the conversation (which he usually only does when he's angry at someone/thing, or to make a point). He's only quieter when he's serious, at peace, or very very sad

TOMMY IS SMART!!! He thinks things through when he has time to do so. He is strategic and considers other people's behaviors when he plans something out (ex building the tower overlooking the prison slowly, so Sam didn't get as suspicious, and making a point to only inhabit it when it was dark to be less noticed). Tommy knows how people act/think if he's familiar with them, and he uses that to his advantage.

However, Tommy's very impulsive, and his emotions overrun his brains very often. This happens the most when he's angry or scared.

Tommy lets people take pity on him 80% of the time. Unless it's a serious situation and he's trying to prove himself, (ex Logstedshire) he LOVES free shit and he very easily falls into the "oh poor little TommyInnit, he has no family to his name and is dirty and cold, won't you spare some netherite for his poor soul?" narrative.

Tommy is childish. He bickers over things that don't really matter and is the epitome of "he started it!!" when he gets in trouble. He also constantly nags at people until they cave to get what he wants. I have no idea how CC!Tommy plays being a youngest sibling SO WELL since he's an only child but that is exactly who C!Tommy is

Tommy is not brave. He hides behind people to avoid danger and he runs away from conflict if he can. The times where this didn't happen (Exile, Final Disc Confrontation, November 16th) were because he was backed into a corner, literally or figuratively, and was forced to fight back.

more under the cut bc this got very long lmao

Tommy is not very private UNLESS it concerns his past trauma. He will talk about what he's doing, every thought in his head, and what he thinks of everything he sees, UNLESS it's recounting what happened to him. Getting information like that from the source is like pulling teeth, even for people he trusts completely. The reasoning for this (best as I can tell anyway) is that he simply just doesn't want to relive it.

Tommy has a very black and white way of thinking about his allies. If someone helps his enemy, they are his enemy too. He doesn't really care about personal motivations or reasonings unless they're close to him (Tubbo) and he does not forgive easily.

However, he also recognizes power. When Tommy ran from Logstedshire, he ran to the person who killed his best friend because he knew Technoblade was very powerful against Dream. Another example is when he ran to Phil when Dream escaped prison and went after him, even though Phil destroyed L'manburg WITH Dream AND killed Wilbur, two things that Tommy vehemently hates him for. Tommy seemed to not be thinking very clearly when either of these events happened, so this may have been a purely impulsive decision made out of fear.

Tommy squirrels away his riches. He only breaks into his ender chest when he really needs the resources, ie diamond armor and weapons for a showdown. He actually has quite a lot of diamonds and gold if I recall correctly, but he still resorts to stone/iron tools and no armor in his day to day.

Kind of related to above, Tommy keeps momentos of people he cares about in his ender chest, where no one can reach them but him. He is terrified of losing these things because they remind him of when times were good, and he had people he loved. (This was actually said by him, I just don't remember the stream sorry ;;w;;)

Tommy is very stubborn. He doesn't cooperate very often and views the way he does things as the best way. The only time to my memory that he defaulted to someone else was when Wilbur was alive (L'manburg, Pogtopia)

Tommy likes maintaining his surroundings. This includes harvesting crops and replacing them, patching up creeper holes, and replacing missing blocks from his house or the Prime Path. He does these things without anyone telling him to, on his "down time" if you will, and doesn't really call attention to it

TOMMY LOVES ANIMALS. He doesn't like killing them and tries to eat carrots instead of killing for meat (although he doesn't seem to have qualms with eating meat that other people give him)

Tommy has a soft spot for kids/small creatures. He tried very hard to hate Michael because he was bitter about Ranboo and Tubbo's friendship but he broke almost instantly if I remember correctly. He fawns over "cute" things and gets thoroughly distracted from whatever he was doing if he notices a baby chicken or something

Tommy is rarely still. He almost always is doing something with his hands (ie building, chopping trees, etc) if he's in conversation with someone. The only times where he actually sits down and stops is when he's watching the sunset on his bench, or having a self reflection moment/processing heavy information.

I'll stop here, but I plan on making another post that more goes into his speaking mannerisms and whatnot. I hope this helps somebody trying to write C!Tommy, feel free to send me an ask if you have specific questions!!

[saturnneedsspace]

My whole world was flipped upside down the other day when I found out there was a lot of Sam haters in the spn fandom. I simply do not understand.

Yeah, sure, Sam did some messed up things. But so did every other character in the show.

He got addicted to demon blood because of Ruby and this alien feeling that was cast upon him because of John. His own father thought he was a monster, so you gotta know that's gonna do something to your self esteem and cause you to go out of your way to be accepted.

He traps himself in Hell with Lucifer to save his brother and the rest of the world, knowing how much trauma that will cause him. And when he got out, he didn't have a soul, which all the fault lies with Cas on that one. And when he got his soul back, he wasn't the same. The sheer trauma he had from being roomies with Lucifer was more than enough to drive any normal person insane, and he still endured silently for a long time, before he went so crazy he was forced to be put in a mental hospital. He physically could not sleep because Lucifer was taunting him so much. And the only way he ever got better was because Cas took all that trauma into himself.

Yeah, maybe Sam didn't look for Dean when he was in Purgatory, and instead spent his time with a woman instead, but he had no clue where Dean was. The last time he saw his brother, he stabbed Dick, and then him and Cas disappeared into thin air. There was no clues whatsoever to where he was. And all Dean ever wanted was for Sam to have a normal life, so after he presumes Dean dead, he does what he thinks his brother would have wanted for him.

He's angry at Dean for Gadreel, and rightfully so. His brother took away his choice in the matter by tricking him into saying yes. He was ready to die. He told Death to make sure he can't be resurrected. He wanted to die. And yes, obviously as a brother, you don't want your younger siblings to die. That's a given. But he took away Sam's choice in that and forced him to be possessed, which is where most of his trauma comes from. He was possessed by several, terrible people at one point, and it was literal torture for him. He watched helplessly as his own hands murdered and hurt many people, some of them being his own friends and family. And then it just gets worse when Gadreel forces him to kill Kevin later on.

Sam searches the ends of the Earth for Demon!Dean and even when he's told several times to stop going after him, he doesn't listen. He knows he was mistaken when he didn't look for Dean in Purgatory, so he fights to make up for it by searching for him now. Dean tries to kill him, tells him to go away, leave him be, and Sam doesn't. He does everything he can to cure him. And he does with the help of Cas. He never gave up, even long after Dean already did.

And Sam releasing Amara wasn't all his fault. Charlie, Cas, and (reluctanlty) Rowena agreed to help, too. They're all just as guilty as him. And as much as I hate saying that about Charlie, considering it got her killed, it's true. They all helped remove the mark. They all released Amara. It wasn't their intention, but they all wanted to save Dean from himself and from hurting others. They all knew how much it hurt him to not have control over his anger. They were all just trying to help and were prepared to face the consequences of that, no matter what they were, because it was for Dean and they all loved him. (This is excluding Rowena at this point obvi)

Sam is the only one who cares for Jack after he's born. Yes, Cas would've defended that kid with his life if he were still alive, but he wasn't. Only Sam and Dean were. And the first thing Dean does when he sees Jack is shoots him. Sam talks to him. Sam understands him. Sam was him. He relates to the kid in a way no one else probably could, and so he fights his brother about it. He fights to protect the misunderstood kid who's defined by the blood that runs through his veins, though he desperately tries to prove it's not who he is. People only say Dean and Cas were Jack's fathers. But Sam was Jack's first father, the first person to see him for who he truly was.

And then he shot God, getting himself injured in the process and ultimately helping them take Him down. He was a vital character through the series and sacrificed so much. He didn't deserve all that happened to him, and frankly, it makes me mad when people hate on him.

[negasonic9403]

So I'm not typically a Stony shipper because Stucky supremacy, but I see Stony as more of a fling. It's the first time Steve actually allows himself to express his feelings openly for a man, but it would never work out between them

Steve would want something serious and Tony just wants to be casual at the place he is in life then. They'd been arguing for awhile before Bucky comes back, but once Bucky is back Steve decides it's time to end things with Tony because he can't deny the feelings he still has for his best friend and because he knows him and Tony won't work out long term if neither of them change and he doesn't want to make Tony feel forced to choose between his life and Steve

Imagine if that had happened though but Steve actually sits down with Tony and tells him why he thinks they need to break it off and he explains *everything*

Everything from thinking that Bucky had died only days before he went in the ice and that they could reunite in death to not wanting to force Tony to change anything about himself for Steve to happier and that's the first time Tony sees Steve truly vulnerable and it's when they're breaking up

But Tony sees something else too, something he hadn't seen before. Steve is scared that Tony is going to judge him and be angry with him but Tony knew deep down that they would never work out unless Tony settled down or Steve loosened up, neither of which seemed likely in their current life positions. The other thing that Tony sees is Steve's mental illness that he had worked so hard to hide from everyone, even from Tony and Sam. Steve had wanted to be with Bucky so badly that he was willing to unalive himself to see his "best friend" again

Tony loved Steve, but not the kind of love that either of them needed or wanted, and he can't be angry with Steve for realizing that and having an actual adult conversation about it

[onceuponastory]

desperately seeking sam - sam wilson x reader

Plot: After meeting Sam at a festival, Y/N finds herself falling deeply and madly in love with him. When they are forced to go their separate ways, Y/N can't wait to see him again... but there's only one problem. She doesn't know his surname, or even his phone number. But Sam has the perfect idea to find her. Pairing: Sam Wilson x Female!Reader Warnings: Mentions of alcohol. As always if I miss any triggers, let me know. Notes: Sam is not the Falcon or Captain America in this, because I figured he'd be really recognisable if he was, and I wanted to add the element of them searching for one another! I saw a poster like this the other day, and thought it would be something Sam would do, so here we are.

Joining the long queue for the bar, Y/N hums along with the music playing from behind her, the sounds of drums and guitars filling the air. Bopping her head to the beat, she steps closer and closer to the front of the line, smiling as the sun beats down on her. Y/N’s been spending the day at a music festival, and despite being alone, she’s actually having a lot of fun. But that may be because of the cocktails they have. After paying for her drink, she turns, ready to go back to the music, not really paying much attention to her surroundings. That is, however, until she collides with someone, the cold liquid of both of their drinks splashing on his chest. Y/N’s eyes widen, shame seeping through her… much like the remnants of her drink. “Oh, my god. I’m so sorry.” She gasps, immediately sobering up. “I’ll pay for a new one… and for that to be dry cleaned.” She expects the person to be angry, but to her pleasant surprise, the man grins, instantly filling her with relief. His smile is so bright, and fills her with such a warm feeling, that her worries soon fade away.

“No! Not at all. It happens.” He reassures her. “I will definitely accept that drink offer, though. Can’t let a pretty lady like yourself feel bad, right?” He flirts, and Y/N chuckles. It’s been so long since someone flirted with her so openly, and she definitely wasn’t expecting to fall in love with someone at a music festival of all places. …But the man is so attractive, she doesn’t seem to mind. “Well, thank you.” She grins as they rejoin the growing queue at the bar, trying to act cool and like she definitely knows what she’s doing, and isn’t woefully inexperienced at flirting. “Can’t let a handsome guy like yourself go without, now can I?” Y/N watches him curiously, waiting to see how he reacts to the line she dropped. Thankfully, he grins. “I like your way of thinking.”

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She soon learns the man’s name is Sam, and he’s originally from Delacroix, but lives and works in New York now. He tells her all kinds of stories, and Y/N hangs onto his every word. He’s so interesting. So funny, so charming, so kind.

And honestly, she thinks she’s falling in love with him.

Y/N and Sam spend the rest of the day together, learning more and more about one another in between musical acts. It certainly is the most unorthodox way she’s ever met someone, but that just makes it more exciting, a funny story to tell all their friends and family. If they ever make it that far, that is. And god, she hopes they do. Thinking about their future may be moving on too quickly, but Y/N doesn’t care. She’s just so happy in the moment. That night, as the festival draws to a close, she and Sam go see the headliner, dancing and singing along at the top of their lungs. As the music pounds, almost pumping through her entire body and bloodstream, Y/N has never felt so alive. And it seems Sam feels the same. “Can I kiss you?” He calls over the music. “What?” She asks, wondering if she misheard him. But then he asks her again, and Y/N realises he’s serious. Smiling, she nods. Sam grabs her, pulling her close as the last song reaches its climax. He presses his lips to hers in a passionate kiss, grinning. Y/N cups his cheeks with her hands, pulling Sam even closer to her. Her heart pounds, and her stomach swells. As they kiss, the band turns on their confetti cannon, raining multicoloured pieces down on them, landing on their clothes, their head, their feet.

It’s perfect.

After the last act has ended, Sam walks her back to the train station with the rest of the crowd, keeping a soft, protective hold on her hand. Honestly, Y/N is glad to have it. After their kiss, she feels like she’s walking on air. Sam’s helping to bring her back down to earth again. “It was great to meet you Y/N.” Sam smiles, and Y/N nods, her smile just as wide. Hopefully this dream night lasts forever. “It was wonderful to meet you, too.” She replies. He leads her all the way down to her platform. As her train thunders into the station, he finally lets her hand go. Y/N’s heart sinks, and she reaches out for it again for a moment. Somehow, she already feels at home in his grasp. “Goodnight Sam.” Y/N whispers, pecking his cheek as the train doors open. “Goodnight Y/N.” Y/N almost considers staying there and missing her train, even if it’s just for another second of Sam’s time. As he looks over her, smiling softly. But as the doors' loud beeping, signifying they’re about to close, fills the air, Sam gently nudges her inside. “You better go before you miss your train.” He chuckles. She sits by the window, staring out at the man who changed her night and made her feel incredible. He gives her a wave, and the train slowly pulls out of the station.

But as Sam disappears from view, a horrible realisation dawns on Y/N, spoiling her cheerful mood. Like a rain cloud on a bright, sunny day. “I don’t even know his last name. Or his number. How will I ever see him again?”

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“You kissed her? And you didn’t even get her number?!” Bucky gasps in disbelief from across the table, his eyes wide. Sam sighs, nodding. The second he woke up the day after meeting Y/N, after making sure it wasn’t a dream, he headed off to see Bucky and ask for his advice. Or at least… what Bucky classes as advice.

“Yes, I did. And no, I didn’t.” Bucky shakes his head, still in disbelief, which doesn’t make Sam feel any better. “Yes. I know I’m an idiot. But I wasn’t thinking about that sort of stuff, you know? I just was thinking about kissing her, holding her and maybe taking-” 

“Okay, I get it.” Bucky nods, cutting him off. “So, you've already searched through social media for her?" Sam nods. "Well what are you going to do? You can’t exactly camp outside of the train station until she comes back, can you?”

“Can’t I?” Sam jokes, and Bucky frowns. “I know, I know. I’m kidding.” He sighs. And then… an idea strikes. “I know what to do.” Sam grins.

Every day since the festival ended, Y/N hopes and prays that she’ll find Sam again. She scrolls through social media every day, checking for a post or message about her. But each day only brings more and more disappointment. And after a few days with no messages, Y/N just settles back into her regular, mundane existence: going to and from work each day and getting home to enjoy what little time she has to herself before doing it all again the next day.

And trying to ignore the aching feeling in her heart whenever she thinks of Sam, of course. Y/N tries to stop herself from feeling disappointed, telling herself that this is just life. It gives you the best thing in your life… and then snatches it away from you. It may be unfair, but it’s just what happens. Although it may have been foolish, she was still hoping that things for her and Sam would be different, that he’d find her again.

But as the days pass, that seems less and less likely. “You like him.” Her coworker grins, smirking at her from across her desk one day. “You should try to find him.” “How? I don’t even have his number, or his last name. Do you know how many Sams there are in New York alone?” Y/N groans, resting her head in her hands. “I can’t believe that in this world full of technology, you can’t find your true love who you met at a festival. It’s like… some modern Cinderella story or something. And you didn’t even need to lose a shoe!” “Really not helping.” Y/N groans, not even looking up. Deep down, though, she knows her coworker is right. And she’d be lying if she said that despite her disappointment, this whole experience wasn’t exciting her. To have someone searching for her, and to be searching for him just as much, trying every possible route to find one another, like some modern fairytale rom-com mashup.

It doesn’t make the longing for Sam any better, though.

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Later that day, after her shift is finally over, Y/N joins the throngs of commuters heading home. Her mind is on other things, like what she’s going to have for dinner, and if her neighbour has actually taken his trash out.

It’s only when she arrives at her train station and notices a group of people huddled around something on the wall that she’s broken out of her thoughts. Curiously, she strains her neck, trying to see what has everyone so interested. Finally, she gets close enough to see what they were looking at. A handwritten poster is on the wall outside the station. When she sees what is written there, her eyes widen.

“To Y/N, the gorgeous woman I bonded with at the festival, yet I was stupid enough to leave without getting her number. Hopefully this works. Keep dancing and call me sometime. Love Sam.” Under the message is a phone number. Y/N smiles, taking out her phone and dialling the number.  He answers right away, of course.

“Hello? Sam?” she asks. “It’s Y/N. …Yeah, I saw your poster. …No, no. I love it! It’s wonderful. Unique for sure.” She laughs. “...Sure, I’d love to meet up for coffee.”

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[incesthemes]

hi bestie. it’s me. ❤️ monkey emoji 🙊 or whatever can i make you talk about stanford era sam again… for me for please…

you can do anything you want to me. i can take it

i guess i don't think about Sam At Stanford all that much really? before and after for sure, but college life is boring. cannot imagine why sam wanted that so bad 💔

i do generally think he would have felt very out of place there, though. he comes from a background so wildly different from the average student: i think there would have been a lot of jealousy and yearning as he made friends and learned about the lives they got to live, basic things which were so unavailable to him. he probably would have been angry about this for a while, and it likely would have kept him distant from people. humans seek connection and we do that through shared experiences; if sam has none of those shared experiences, he would naturally be alienated from the average person, even if just subconsciously and unintentionally.

i also prefer the version of canon where sam graduated from high school at 19 and is entering his 4th year of college in the pilot, which can tack on some latent shame and humiliation about being older than his peers, especially when he's had such different life experiences from them.

i like to think that in his first year at stanford, there was some kind of small haunting on campus (or equally low-risk hunt), and sam decided to take care of it—not like he can exactly ignore it when it's on campus, after all. he gets hurt in the process and can't help but miss dean and john, and he's never felt more alone in his life than at that moment. it's important to me that he spends his first year in college standing on a cliff's edge, trying to ignore the abyss below him as he struggles to fit into society (the abyss is hunting, the abyss is family). one wrong move will send him hurtling over the edge and right back into the place he fought so hard to escape. it's stressful and agonizing because he knows he doesn't belong here but he can't go back, and it rips him apart and this low-grade, routine hunt is almost enough to send him falling into the abyss. i want it to hurt.

ultimately i think sam's experience at stanford was a challenge to him, one that forced him to realize just how little he actually knew about a "normal" life, the kind he'd only ever seen from the outside. the show seems to imply that most of sam's positive strides occurred as the result of demonic intervention (such as brady introducing sam to jessica), and so it brings me great joy to imagine him really, really struggling to fit in and find a life outside of hunting—possibly to the extent that he wouldn't have been able to at all if he'd been left to his own devices. obviously he wasn't an outcast at school, but i favor an interpretation that most of his social circle was because of demons like brady interfering in sam's life. the kid's awkward and doesn't know how to throw away his trash, okay. he's not cut out for a normal life.

also i think he brought something of dean's with him to school. a shirt that he wore regularly, maybe. a trinket. their shared toothbrush. it probably made acclimation harder, but he desperately needed the comfort when he was alone and wanting. he's never been farther than a few feet from dean at any point in his life, and suddenly dean is all the way across the country and his dorm room is far too big and cavernous, like it'll swallow him whole. and he misses his big brother.

[sharpth1ng]

If someday they will make last part of scream, like definitely the end who do you want as ghostfaces? I saw different opinion, probably Sam and Sidney being the most popular (in this duo or in one of them + Billy ghost duo). I personally would like to see Stu + Billy ghost as like final Buckle but that’s maybe because I love that kind of plot twist.

Let’s say that we are in different universe where scream don’t have problems with production, no one was fired and everyone are willing to come back to play their roles

I can't really see Sidney going ghostface in the context of the movie franchise as it's played out so far. Sid has successfully moved on, she retaliates unflinchingly when attacked but she doesn't attack first because she doesn't want a life of violence and vengeance. I think bringing her back in and making her a ghostface at this point would be a regression for her character and I would need that to be justified pretty well for it to work for me.

In terms of making Sam a ghostface, I think that would be a bad call in terms of her character arc. Part of what works for Sam (and I think the movies could have done a much better job of this) is that she experiences insane amounts of victim blaming but for the most part the movie sides with her.

Unfortunately we live in a world where the violent actions of victims against their aggressors are heavily scrutinized, and victimhood gets questioned if the victim is angry, imperfect, or if they fight back. Sam FIGHTS BACK though, and she isn't bad for that. I also wouldn't want to see her turned into a villain because I already feel that the representation of her mental health/hallucination situation isn't great. I don't experience psychosis so other people are better positioned to speak on this, but from what I've heard from friends the way the movie deals with this part of her character makes them uncomfy too.

SO thats why I wouldn't want Sam and Sid ghostfaces at this point. I can see them putting on the mask to fight back but I cant see them being the killers themselves.

Now on to who think should be the final ghosties:

Gale

I've been thinking she would make a good ghostface for a while but where we are in terms of her character arc in the series I think she's extra well set up for it. We've always known Gale to be cutthroat and career focused. We've also known Dewey to be someone who anchors and softens her but Dewey has passed so she doesn't have that anchor anymore. Even with the boyfriend she has in scream 6 she barely reacts when he dies; she's struggling to form real attachments. We also know she's struggling with her career. Her main subject is ghostface, that's her claim to fame and her writing doesn't sell as well without it.

So we have a Gale struggling with meaningful social connections, struggling with her career, and her entire adult life has been defined by ghostface. She's been dragged through movie after movie getting chased around and having people killed off around her, and this is where it gets meta (like a good scream movie should).

Because at this point in the franchise what can we be commenting on? We've commented on sequels, requels/reboots, trilogies to a certain extent. And to be honest I think scream 6 totally failed with the meta-commentary part here but that's a rant for another day. So I think what we need to comment on is something like genre fatigue.

We have this final girl (Gale absolutely is, even though we don't always call her that) who's been forced through movie after movie after movie, and what does that do to a character in the context of a franchise? They become flanderized. They become a hollow and superficially characterized version of themselves, occasionally they become someone you can't even recognize as the original version of the character. Of course this doesn't always happen, careful writing and attention to character progression can keep that from happening, but to be honest Gale hasn't had much of that (not none, just not enough imo).

So to bring Gale in, socially isolated, unwilling to keep forming connections because they all fucking die, and desperate for some more recognition and a paycheck, and have her put on the mask and robe to revive the series? That feels like meta-commentary, baby.

Can you even imagine the reveal of that? Especially if Sidney comes back? That would be a legitimately tragic betrayal the likes of which we haven't seen in this franchise in a second. It's always a significant other, a family member, or a friend. But we've never had a former survivor as ghostface, and certainly never the other final girl, so this would be a legitimate plot twist if done well (scream 6 plot twist fell flat on it's face for me ngl).

There's also something good about the way this comments on different reactions to trauma as well. Not everyone is like Sid. Some victims internalize the abuse and repeat the cycle, especially when they've had to re-live it over and over to the point that they're numb to it.

In terms of Gale's partner we could go a few different directions. I could see her hiring a few randoms to ghostface for her, maybe like 4 or 5 so several can die through the course of the movie and still we know it can't be over.

That said, Gale's partner could also be a freshly released Stu. While I don't think they would be super in-sync with each other, I can totally see Gale seeking him out because ultimately she's doing this all for a good story, and what could be a better story than one of the original killers coming back?

I also think that this would provide some good final act drama because Gale would clearly be trying to frame Stu as the only killer to position herself as a victim, and Stu would absolutely double-cross her. Beyond that I would love to see Stu interacting with Billy's daughter, especially because I think he would disobey Gale if she told him to kill Sam.

So yeah lmao wrote another novel but these are my thoughts. Fuck Spyglass pictures though.

[layce2015]

Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Metamorphosis

Masterlist

A man, possessed by a demon, sits tied to a chair in the center of a Devil's Trap. Sam is in front of him, interrogating; Ruby stands nearby. "Where's Lilith?" Sam asked the man. "Kiss my ass." The man spat as his eyes goes black. Sam smiles at that comment. "I'd watch myself if I were you." Sam said, threatening.

"Why? Huh? Because you're Sam Winchester, Mr. Big Hero? And yet here you are, slutting around with some demon. Real hero." the man sneered. "Shut your mouth." Sam growls at him. "Tell me about those months without your brother and your friend. About all the things you and this demon bitch do in the dark." The man said as Ruby looks over at Sam. "Huh? Tell me, hero." 

Sam can't control his anger and begins to force the demon out of the man. The demon smoke burns through the floor, and Sam breathes, trying to get himself under control. Ruby looks down on the floor where the demon burned through and a little smile plays on her lips. She looks over at Sam, and they exchange a look and Sam gets a little smile as well.

Meanwhile, Dean and (y/n) were at the window behind Sam, witnessing everything Sam just did.

The man is unconcious and Sam touches neck to check if he has a pulse, which he does. He smiles up at Ruby. "How'd it feel?" Ruby asked him. "Good. No more headaches." He said as he begins to untie the man. "None? That's good." Ruby said just as the man begins to wake up.

"Hey, hey. I got you. It's all right." Sam said as he helps the man out of his chair and begins walking him towards the door, when Dean and (y/n) open it. Sam stops in his tracks.

"So...Anything you wanna tell us, Sam?" Dean asked, angrily. Sam looks innocent and Ruby stands behind him, just watching Dean and (y/n). Dean and (y/n) walk towards him. "Guys, hold on, okay? Just let me-" Sam started to say but Dean talks over him.

"You gonna say, let me explain? You're gonna explain this? How about this? Why don't you start with who she is, and what the hell is she doing here?" Dean yelled as they look at him hard, Sam turns back and looks at Ruby who looks completely calm, and even smiles as she responds to Dean.

"It's good to see you two again." she said and Dean and (y/n)'s eyes widen. "Ruby?" they said, shocked, and she smiles a little. Dean and (y/n) look at Sam. "Is that Ruby?" (y/n) asked. Sam doesn't respond and Dean and (y/n) look over at Ruby again, who's smile is fading.

After moment, (y/n) holds up her hand and a force shoves Ruby, pinning her up against the wall. "What the--Don't!" Sam shouts and he goes towards (y/n) but Dean throws him up against the wall. Ruby struggles as she fights out of the hold (y/n) has on her when Sam recovers, knocks Dean aside and tackles (y/n) down, freeing Ruby.

"Stop!" Sam said to (y/n) as Ruby grabs Dean and pins him up against the wall. "Ruby! Stop it!" Sam shouts. She just stares into Dean's eyes and she keeps a chokehold with her right hand, and he stares right back, angry.

Finally she lets go and he rises up to his full height. He and (y/n) look over at Sam and then back at Ruby. CWell, aren't you an obedient little bitch?" Dean sneers as (y/n) gets up to her feet. Ruby doesn't respond but it's clear, she wants to attack him again.

"Ruby." said Sam and she stares at Dean for a few more moments, then looks at (y/n) with curiosity before she looks over at Sam. "Ruby, he's hurt." Sam said as he indicates the man who was possessed earlier. "Go." He orders and she gives Dean and (y/n) one more look and then turns and walks over to the man, puts the mans arm over her shoulder, ready to take him out.

"Where the hell do you think you're going?" (y/n) asked her. "The ER...unless you and your boy toy want to go another round first." Ruby sneered. Dean and (y/n) don't say anything and she walks out with the man. The two turn to look at Sam, who's watching them. "Guys." Sam said and Dean grabs (y/n)'s arm and they walk to the door they came in through, leaving Sam behind. "Guys!" Sam shouts after them.

*(y/n)'s POV*

Later that night, Dean and I enter the motel room and I could see Sam was sitting at the table. I quickly turn my head away from Sam as we just walk right into the room. Sam gets out of his chair the minute we enter but Dean and I grab our bags and begin to pack up our stuff. Sam walks over to us.

"Guys, what are you doing?" Sam asked us but we just ignore him and continue packing. "What, are you, are you guys leaving?" Sam asked us. "You don't need us. You and Ruby go fight demons." Dean said as we grab our bags and start for the door. Sam stands in the way so we have to go around him.

"Hold on. Guys, come on, man." Sam said, exasperated, then Dean turns around and punches him in the face with his right hand. Sam whirles around by the force. Dean just watches him as Sam turns back around to Dean. "You satisfied?" he asked and Dean hits him again, and then throws his bag on the floor. Sam touches his lip, which is bleeding. "I guess not." Sam mutters.

"Do you even know how far off the reservation you've gone? How far from normal? From human?" I asked Sam, worried. "I'm just exorcising demons." Sam said. "With your mind!" Dean yells and Sam flinches a bit then Dean takes a breath.

"What else can you do?" Dean asked him. "I can send them back to hell. It only works with demons, and that's it." Sam said then Dean grabs hold of him and pushes him backwards, walking with the force. "What else can you do?!" Dean asked, angrily. "I told you!" Sam shouts and he pushes his hand away, and they stop. "And I have every reason in the world to believe that." Dean said and he begins to walk away from Sam.

"And what about (y/n)? She was able to push and hold Ruby up with nothing!" Sam exclaimed and I look away while Dean stops, his back to Sam. "How come you're not mad at her? Seems she's got powers too!" Sam said then he looks at me then at Dean before he scoffs. "You knew, didn't you?" He said and Dean turns around and faces him.

"Yeah...I knew. But I didn't tell you cause I feel that's her responsibility to tell you." Dean said and I frown at this and Sam looks between us before letting out a sigh. "Look, I should have said something." Sam said while I fold my arms across my chest and Dean glares at him. "I'm sorry, guys. I am. But try to see the other side here." He said.

"The other side?" Dean said, angrily. "I'm pulling demons out of innocent people." Sam said. "Use the knife!" Dean yells. "The knife kills the victim! What I do, most of them survive! Look, I've saved more people in the last five months than we save in a year." Sam said. "That what Ruby want you to think? Huh? Kind of like the way she tricked you into using your powers?" Dean asked then he shakes his head, sad. "Slippery slope, brother. Just wait and see. Because it's gonna get darker and darker, and God knows where it ends." Dean said to Sam.

"I'm not gonna let it go too far." Sam said, firmly.

Dean smiles at that, walks over to the wall and hits the lamp on the side table, making it crash and fly, which made me jump at this. "It's already gone too far, Sam. If I didn't you know...I would wanna hunt you." Dean yells. Sam's eyes are tearful, and he nods at that, looking down. "And so would other hunters." Dean added and Sam looks up at him. "You were gone. (Y/n) and I had a fallen out. I was here. I had to keep on fighting without you. And what I'm doing...It works." Sam said.

"Sam, if it's so terrific...then why'd you lie about it to us?" I asked him, calmly. Sam looks down with that. "Why did an angel tell me to stop you?" Dean asked and Sam looks up, surprised. "What?" He asked. "Cas said that if I don't stop you, he will. See what that means, Sam? That means that God doesn't want you doing this. So, are you just gonna stand there and tell me everything is all good?" Dean asked him.

"Dean, can I counter that question?" I asked Dean and gives me an exasperated look. "Don't tell me you're defending him!" He said and I sigh. "Not exactly. I understand that Castiel told you to stop Sam, but if he is saving people by exorcising the demons and sending them away...why is God so against that?" I asked him, gesturing at Sam, and Dean gives me a hard, angry look, but I could see he was thinking.

Suddenly, the silence is broken by Sam's phone ringing, Dean and I flinch at the sound. Sam answers it. "Hello?" He said and he pinches the bridge of his nose, trying to collect himself. "Hey, Travis. Yeah, hey. Uh.....It's good to hear your voice, too, yeah. Um, look, it's not a really good time right now. It's-...Yeah, okay. Uh, well, just give me the details, and, uh....Carthage, Missouri." Sam said as Dean and I watch him as he walks over to the bedside table and writes down the location.

"Looking for Jack Montgomery." He said as he puts down the pen and ends the phonecall. Breathing deeply, he looks over at us and the three of us share a look.

"I can't believe it. Mom, a hunter?" Sam said, shocked, as we were in the Impala, roaring down the road. "I wouldn't have believed it either if I hadn't seen it myself." Dean said then he looks over at me as I sit in the passenger seat. "And your dad kicked my ass." Dean said and I laughed. "Sounds about right." I joked and he gives me a look. "Hey!" He said and I stuck my tongue out at him.

"How'd she look? I mean...was she happy?" Sam asked Dean. "Yeah, she was awesome. Funny and smart. So hopeful." Dean said and he looks over at Sam for moment and then back on the road. "Dad, too. Until of course..." Dean said and Sam sighs. "What?" I asked Sam as he looks out his window. "Nothing." he said.

After a moment he speaks up. "It's just, our parents. And now we find out our grandparents too? Our whole family murdered and for what? So Yellow Eyes could get in my nursery and bleed in my mouth?" Sam asked and I nod. "Same here." I muttered and Dean goes a bit "huh..?" over that last statement then he looks over at us, after thinking for a moment.

"Guys, I never said anything about demon blood." He said and I look away, guilty. "You two knew about that?" Dean asked and I sigh. "Yeah, for about a year." I replied. "He told you too?" Sam asked me and I nodded while Dean looks out through the window again, eyes on the road.

"A whole year?" Dean asked and I nod as Sam said. "I should have told you. I'm sorry." 

"You've been saying that a lot lately, Sam. But whatever. You don't want to tell me, you don't have to. It's fine." Dean said and he glares over at me. "Same goes for you, princess." He grumbles at me and I scoff. "Dean." Sam said as he looks over at Dean, who's focusing on the road. "Whatever." Sam sighs and I run my hands over my face. 

"We really need to go to therapy." I grumbled and earned a scoff from both boys.

"Are you sure that's him?" Dean asked as he holds binoculars, looking at the Montgomery house, watching Jack. "Only Jack Montgomery in town." Sam said. "And we're looking for..." I started to ask him. "Travis said to keep an eye out for anything weird." Sam replied. "Weird?" Dean and I asked. "Yeah." Sam said.

"Alright, well, yeah, I've seen big weird, little weird, weird with crazy on top. But this guy? I mean, come on, this guy's boring." Dean said. "I don't know, Dean. Travis seemed pretty sure." Sam said as he and I take up a couple pairs of binoculars of our own.

We see Jack leaning on the island in the kitchen, looking thoughtful. He takes another swig of his beer, and then opens the fridge again. He grabs a leftover chicken, and starts eating, not bothering with platers or utensiles. He begins to eat frantically, like he's not gotten food in days.

He throws the finished chicken aside and grabs a pack of uncooked meat and opens it up and starts eating the raw meat, throwing looks over his shoulder for his wife.

We watch this foodcraze happen and I made a disgusted noise then look over at the boys and see the look of disgust on their faces. "I'd say that qualifies as weird." I said and they nod.

Later, we enter through the door of the motel and stop to see an older man sitting by the table, beer in hand. A smile comes on Dean's lips. "Travis." Sam greets. "See, Sam. Told you we should have hid the beer." Dean said and Travis gets up and with a smile he walks towards us as we walk towards him.

"Smartass. Get over here." Travis said as he laughs and he and Dean hug. "Ahh, good to see you." Travis said. "You too." Dean said as they break and Travis and Sam hug as well. "Good to see you." He said to Sam. "You too, Travis." He said and they break. "Man, you got tall, kid." Travis said and they laugh at that comment then he turns to me.

"C'mere, girlie." He said and I laugh as I hug him. "It's good to see you, Travis." I said and we break the hug then he looks at Sam. "How long has it been?" He asked him. "Ah, gotta be 10 years." Sam replied. "You still a...oh, what was it...a mathlete?" Travis asked and Sam scoffs a little.

"No."

"Yep, sure is." I joked and Sam, playfully, shoves my shoulder. "Been too long, guys. I mean, look at you. Grown men and a grown beautiful woman. John and (f/n) would have been damn proud of you. Sticking together like this." Travis said  "Yeah. Yeah, we're as thick as thieves." Dean said as he wraps an arm around my waist then looks at Sam, who's smile is disappearing with Dean's words. "Nothing more important than family." Dean said.

Travis walks over to the table, as Dean pats my ass for a moment then he follows, ignoring Sam. I give a sympathetic look towards Sam before I go over to Dean. "Sorry I'm late for the dance." Travis said as we sit down at the table, Sam and I sit down on the bed next to Dean, across from Travis. "Thanks for helping out an old man. I'm a little, uh, shorthanded." Travis said and he indicates his right hand and arm, which is covered in a cast. We laugh at that.

"So, you track down Montgomery?" Travis asked. "Yeah, we found him at his home." Sam said. "And?" Travis asked. "Well, he had a hell of a case of the munchies, topped off with a burger he forgot to cook." I said. "That's him alright." Travis said.

"What's him?" Dean asked. "Guys, we got a rougarou on our hands." Travis said and I furrow my brow in confusion. "A rougarou?" Dean asked and he looks over at us for a second. "Is that made up?" he asked and he looks back at Travis before Sam can answer. "That sounds made up." Dean said.

"They're mean, nasty little suckers. Rotted teeth, wormy skin, the works." Travis said. "Well, that ain't this guy. I mean, he was wearing a cellphone on his belt." I said. "He'll turn ugly soon enough. They start out human, for all intents and purposes." Travis said. "So, what? They go through some kind of metamorphosis?" Sam asked him.

"Yep, like a maggot turning into a bull fly. But most of all--they're hungry." Travis said. "Hungry for what?" Dean asked. "At first, for everything, but then...for long pig." Travis said and Sam exhales at that and I make a noise of disgust. Dean looks confused, not understanding the term long pig.

"Long pig?" Dean said, confused. "He means human flesh." Sam said and I shake my head. "And that is my word of the day." Dean said, sarcastically. "Hunger grows in...till they can't fight it. Till they got to take themselves a big, juicy chomp, and then it happens." Travis describes and I look over at him.

"What happens?" I asked him. "They transform completely and fast. One bite's all it takes. Eyes, teeth, skin; all turns. No going back either. They feed once, they're a monster forever. And our man Jack's headed there on a bullet train." Travis said.

"Well, how'd you find this guy if he's a walking, talking human?" Dean asked. "Lets just say it runs in his family." Travis said. "You mean, uh..." Sam said, confused, before Travis finishes. "Killed his daddy back in '78. Son of a bitch mangled 8 bodies before I put him down. Guy used to be a dentist. Cadillac, trophy wife...Little did I know, pregnant trophy wife. She put the boy up for adoption. By the time I found out, he was long gone, lost in the system."

"You mean to tell me you couldn't find someone?" Sam asked and Travis sighs. "I'm not sure I wanted to. The idea of hunting down some poor kid...I don't think I'd have the heart. No. I wanted to wait, make damn sure I had the right man. Apparently, I do." He said before he takes a swig of the beer.

Dean, Travis and I were by the table, fixing gas cans to use against the Rougarou when I look at Travis. "So fire, huh?" I asked Travis. "The only way I found to kill these bastards; deep-fry 'em." Travis said. "Well, that's gonna be...horrible. Is that what you did to Jack's dad?" Dean asked him. "Uh-huh." Travis said and Sam comes into the room from outside, papers in hand.

"Not wasting any time, are you?" Sam asked us. "None to waste. The guy hulks out, we won't be finding bodies, just remains." Travis said as Sam sits down on the bed next to the table. "What if he doesn't hulk out? I did a little homework. Uh, I've been checking out the lore on rougarous." Sam said and Travis raises an eyebrow.

"What? My 30 years of experience not good enough for you?" he asked. "What? No. No, I-I- I just wanted to be prepared. I mean, not that you didn't.." Sam stammers before Dean speaks up. "Sam loves research. He does. He keeps it under his mattress right next to his KY. It's a sickness." I said and Dean looks over at Sam, who's gives him a look. "It is." Dean said and Sam shakes his head. 

"Look, everything you said checked out, of course, but uh. I found a couple of interesting stories about people who have this rougarou gene or whatever. See, they start to turn, but they never take the final step." Sam explains. "Really?" Dean and I asked. "See, if they never eat human flesh, they don't fully transform." Sam said.

"So what? Go vegan, stay human?" Dean asked, sarcastically. "Basically. Or in this case, eat a lot of raw meat, just not..." Sam said before I finish his sentence. "Long pig." I added. "Right." Sam sad and Dean smiles a little, Travis is just sitting next to him, having watched and listened to Sam about this under silence.

"Good on you for the due diligence, Sam." He said as he gets up. "But those are fairy tales." Travis said and he walks over to the little pantry and pours himself another cup of coffee. "Fact is, every rougarou I ever saw or heard of...took that bite." He said. "Okay, well, that doesn't mean that Jack will." Sam said as he stands up. Dean and I watch Sam rise and then we stand up.

"So what do we do? Sit and hope and wait for a body count?" Travis asked. "No, we talk to him. Explain what's happening. That way he can fight it." Sam said. "Fight it?" Travis laughs "Are you kidding me? You ever been really hungry? I mean, haven't-eaten-in-days hungry?"

"Yeah." Dean said, nodding. "Yeah. Right then. So somebody slaps a big, juicy sirloin in front of you, you walking away?" Travis asked him. Dean looks thoughtfull for a second and then admits "no" without words, only raising of eyebrows. He slowly looks over at me and Sam. "That's what we are to him now, meat on legs. I'm sorry. I'm sure he's a stand-up guy, but it's pure, base instinct. Everything in nature's gotta eat. You think he can stop himself 'cause he's nice?" Travis asked.

"I don't know. But we're not gonna kill him unless he does something to get killed for." Sam said in a firm, serious tone. Dean and I look over at him as Sam takes a few breaths and then walks out of the room. Travis looks over at us, a bit puzzled by Sam's reaction.

"What's up with your brother?" he asked and Dean looks at the door and then Travis. "Don't get me started." Dean said as he turns to sit down again and I shrug at this.

Later, the boys and I were driving down a road, Dean is behind the wheel as per usual. "All right, so we're gonna go have a little chat with this guy--which, you know...I'm down." Dean said while Sam is just sitting quietly next to him, staring out the front windshield while I was in the backseat. "But I just want to make sure, if push comes, you're gonna shove." said Dean as he looks over at Sam, who finally turns to him.

"Meaning?" Sam asked. "Well, odds are we're gonna have to burn this guy alive." Dean said. "This guy has a name and a wife." Sam said, sternly. "Yeah, who we're probably gonna make a widow, okay? I mean, you heard Travis. He's gonna turn. They always turn." Dean said.

"Well, maybe he won't. Maybe he can fight it off." I suggested, hopeful, as I sit up. "And maybe he can't, that's all I'm saying." Dean said. "All right, we'll just have to see then, okay?" Sam grumbles and Dean looks over at him.

"This is what I mean, Sam. You sure your emotions aren't getting in the way here?" he asked and Sam looks at him with a confused look. "What are you talking about?" Sam asked. "You know, nice dude, but he's got something evil inside. Something in his blood. Maybe you can relate." Dean said as he looks over at him, but Sam doesn't respond with a look of his own and I sighed. "Damn it, Dean!" I growled as Sam said. "Stop the car."

"What?" Dean asked. "Stop the car or I will!" Sam shouts and they share a look until Dean drives to the side of the road, but before the car has completely slowed to a stop Sam has already opened his door and is getting out.

As Dean and I open our doors, Sam slams his own shut and turns around to Dean, angry. "You want to know why I've been lying to you, Dean? Because of crap like this." Sam said as they start to walk around the front of the car and I try to get in the middle of them. "Like what?" Dean asked. "The way you talk to me, the way you look at me like I'm a freak!" Sam said and he pushes me and walks past Dean, and then turns around to him, now completely pissed off.

"I do not." Dean said, defensively, and I give him a look. "What?" He asked. "You know, or even worse, like I'm an idiot!" Sam yells and he walks up to Dean, and almost gets in his face but I step between them and place a hand on Sam's chest, trying to hold him back. "Like I don't know the difference between right and wrong!" said Sam and he steps back, turns his back to us and walks a few steps.

He then stops, hands on hips, back still to us as we watch him. When Sam finally turns around, Dean looks down. "What?" Sam asked, angrily. Dean looks up at him again, and now he sounds a bit angry. "Do you know the difference, Sam? I mean, you've been kind of strolling a dark road lately." said Dean.

"You have no idea what I'm going through. None." Sam growls. "Then enlighten me!" Dean shouts. "I've got demon blood in me, Dean! This disease pumping through my veins, and I can't ever rip it out or scrub it clean! I'm a whole new level of freak! And I'm just trying to take this - this curse...and make something good out of it. Because I have to." Sam said and I look down as Dean looks at him for a few moments, then Sam looks down on the ground.

After a while, Dean finally says something in a calm voice. "Let's just go talk to the guy." He said and I clear my throat as Sam scoffs. "I mean Jack. Okay?" He said. After a moment, Sam gives a small, almost non-existant, nod, but he doesn't look at Dean. "I swear, one of these days, I'm booking you two in counseling." I said.

"Oh brother." Dean grumbles as he walks to his car and I could see a small smirk on Sam's face. "You do that, and it won't be a pretty site." Sam said and I chuckle a bit at this. 

Later, we emerge through the backdoor of Jack's house to the garden behind Jack, who is watering his plants. "Jack Montgomery?" Sam asked but Jack doesn't turn right away, take a moment, and then he just looks around, over at us. "I'm Sam Winchester. This is my brother; Dean, and my friend, (y/n)." Sam introduced and Jack turns around and looks at us as we walk up to him.

"We need to talk." Sam said. Jack looks at him and then at me and Dean, who looks around a bit. "About?" Jack asked, looking back at Sam. "About you. About how you're changing." Sam said and Jack's brow furrows. "Excuse me?" He said. "You're probably feeling your bones move under your skin. And your appetite's reaching, you know, hungry hungry hippo levels. How am I doing so far?" Dean said and Jack looks even more confused 

"Who the hell are you guys?" He asked us. "We're people who know a little something about something." I said. "We're people who can help. Please, just hear us out." Sam said and Jack looks between us before nodding, slightly.

"A-a what?" Jack asked us after we explained. "A rougarou. Sounds made-up, I know, but believe me, it's not." Dean said. "Alright, I've noticed certain things. I mean, some strange things. But I just, I-I don't know. I'm..I'm sick or something." Jack said. "Your father was one of these things." Sam said and Jack turns around to Sam at that. "Your real father. He passed it on to you." Sam explained.

"No. Are-are you guys listening to yourselves? You s-sound like you're-" Jack said until I speak up. "Skip the whole you guys sound crazy, shall we? You're hungry, Jack. You're only gonna get hungrier." I said. "Hungrier for?" Jack asked. "Long pig. You know, a little manburger helper, may have crossed your mind already." Dean explains. "No." Jack said, shaking his head.

"It doesn't have to be like this, Jack. You can fight it off." Sam said. "No." Jack repeated. "Others have." I said. "We're not gonna lie to you, though. It's not gonna be easy. You're gonna feel like an alcoholic swimming around in whiskey. But I'm telling you. You gotta say no...or- " Dean said until Jack said. "Or what?"

"You feed once, and it's all over. And then we'll have to stop you." I said and Jack looks taken aback. "Stop me? My dad, did uh, somebody stop him?" he asked. "Yes." Sam said and Jack becomes angry. "Get off my property right now. I see you guys again, I'm calling the cops." he threatens.

"Jack, your wife, everybody you know, they're in danger." Sam pleads. "Now!" Jack shouts then Sam sighs and they begin to walk away. "Good talk." Dean said, sarcastically, and he and I turn to leave.

Later we watch Jack, from inside the Impala, as he walks for a bit then he lowers his phone. He then looks up at the building across the street from him where a woman is undressing. He watches her for a bit and when she closes her drapes he slowly stands and with his eyes fixed on her window, he crosses the street.

"Damn it. Jack. No." Sam grumbles as he pulls up the flamethrower and exists the car. Dean and I grab a flamethrower each as well and get out the car too. "Come on." Dean said as we run up to the building and see Jack climbing the fire-escape.

We kick down the door and hurry through it, flamethrowers at the ready. We meet the woman, who's just coming out of her bedroom and ending up scaring the living hell out of her with that entrance. She screams and backs into her bedroom. "Wait!" I shout but she slams her door. The boys and I were standing by the front door, all of us confused.

"Whoa, uh, we're here to save you, I guess." Dean said as Sam looks around. "I'm calling the police!" We hear her shout as she locks the door. "We should go." Sam said. "Really? What gave you that idea?" I asked, sarcastically, and we hurry out, Dean turns around and closes the door with a little embarassed laugh.

Minutes later, we pull up in front of Jack's house, and see a car on the otherside of the street. We slowly get out, flamethrowers in hand. Dean and I walk around the Impala to Sam. "I guess now we know where Travis is." Dean remarks and we start walking towards the house. "That stupid son of a bitch." Sam mutters then Dean looks over at Sam by that comment. We reach the porchsteps and slowly open the door.

Dean comes in first, eyes on the stairs. As he moves in, Sam and I follow and see a chair had fallen to the floor and a big bloodpool soaked up by the carpet. We stop by the entrance to the living room and noticed a bloodtrail from the pool to behind the couch can be seen. The three of us share a look.

Then we see a piece of meat on the floor, as Sam walks over to it, closely followed by me and Dean. We stop by it and look down. "Oh, God." I muttered, horrified. "Think that's Travis?" Dean asked Sam, who sighs. "What's left of him." Sam said, defeated. "Guess you were right about Jack." He said.

Before Dean can respond he's suddenly pushed forward and Jack jumps him from behind. "Dean!" Sam and I shout as they slam down on the coffee table, knocking out Dean. Sam and I quickly move around them and pull up our flamethrowers and put up our lighter in front of it, to light it. Jack turns around to us and jumps both of us before we can get a flame.

We slam to the floor, and I hit the back of my head. Before Sam has a chance to do anything, Jack grabs the flamethrower and slams it into Sam's face, effectivly knocking him out. I try to get up but Jack uses the flamethrower to hit me upside the head, making me blackout.

I groan as I slowly open my eyes to see I'm on the floor of the closet, knocked out. Where am I?? I thought and I look over to see Sam was next to me. I shake his shoulder then I remembered where I am and I get up and for the doorhandle, but it's locked. "Dean?" I called out. "Dean can't come to the phone right now." Jack's voice said and I slam my hand against the door twice, angry. "Jack! If you hurt him, I swear to God!" I yelled, threateningly, as Sam gets up.

"Calm down! Your boyfriend's alive." Jack said and Sam and I relax a bit with that news and I rest my head against the door, panting. But not if you and your friend don't calm down." Jack said. "Alright, Jack. Listen. Open the door. We can figure this out, okay?" Sam said and Jack laughs at that.

"We'll have ourselves a little brainstorming session." Jack said. "Jack. Please." I plead. "I don't think so. After what you did?" Jack said and Sam and I look at each other, confused. "What? What are you talking about?" Sam asked. "You send your friend here. He tried to burn my wife alive." Jack said and Sam and I give a look.

"What? Why?" I asked Jack as Sam goes through his pockets. "He didn't say." Jack said and I look around and see a metal hanger, then I grab it. "I guess psychopaths don't have to explain themselves." Jack said. "Listen to us. You gotta believe us. My brother, (y/n) and I, we never would have hurt her, okay?" Sam said.

"Oh, God. I'm so hungry." Jack moans as I used the metalwired hanger and re-formed it so I can pick the lock. "Jack, don't do this." Sam pleads as I bend down and goes for the lock. "I can't ever see my family again." Jack said as I work the lock. "You three...your friend. You made me into this!" Jack yells. "No one's making you kill us." Sam said while the lock won't agree with me so I take down my hands for a moment.

"Listen to me. You got this dark pit inside you. I know." Sam said as he leans against the door, with his eyes closed. "Believe me, I know. But that doesn't mean you have to fall into it. You don't have to be a monster." Sam said as he opens his eyes while I begin to work on the lock again.

Jack laughs at that. "Have you seen me lately?" He asked. "It doesn't matter what you are. It only matters what you do. It's your choice." Sam said and we hear Jack grunt in pain and I begin to panic a bit. "Sam, back up." I whispered and Sam does that as I hold my hand out, palm out, concentrate and thrust my hand forward, making the door slam open.

"Jack!" Sam and I shout as we grab the flamethrowers and lighters in hands, ready. Jack whips around and sits still for a moment, like he deciding something, while Sam and I were only watching him. Then he lunges for us and, at that moments, we flip the lighters and the flamethrower goes off, burning Jack alive. Jack finally falls to the floor, in flames.

Once the flames died down, I look over and see Dean, who is awake, looks over at us. I sighed with relief then I look at Sam, who looked sad by this outcome. Defeated even.

Sometime later, we were in the Impala, driving under silence, Dean behind the wheels. He looks over at Sam who's just staring out the window. Dean turns back to the road. "You did the right thing, you know. That guy was a monster, there was no going back." Dean said but Sam doesn't respond, he only lowers his head. "Sam, I wanna tell you I'm sorry. I've been kind of hard on you lately." Dean said and Sam lifts his head again, looking out. "Don't worry about it, Dean." Sam said.

"It's just that your, uh, your psychic thing, it scares the crap out of me. And, (y/n), I know you can only move things but...I'm worried about you too." Dean said and I look up at him, from the backseat, through the rear view mirror before I dart my eyes away. Honestly, these powers scare me too! After seeing what Sam could do, I wondered if I could do that but that's a part of me I'm scared to learn about.

"Look, if it's all the same...I'd really rather not talk about it." Sam said as he looks over at Dean. Dean looks back at him and a little smile plays on his lips. "Wait a minute. What? You don't want to talk? You?" Dean jokes and I chuckle but Sam doesn't reply to the smile or joke.

"There's nothing more to say. I can't keep explaining myself to you. I can't make you understand." Sam said. "Why don't you try?" Dean asked. "I can't. Because this thing, this blood, it's not in you the way it's in me. It's just something I got to deal with." Sam said.

I frown then I scoot up against the passenger seat and place my hand on his shoulder. "Not alone." I said to him. Sam sighs and looks out through the passenger window. "Anyway, it doesn't matter. These powers...it's playing with fire. I'm done with them." He said after a moment of silence.

Dean and I look over at him. "I'm done with everything." he said. "Really?" Dean asked but Sam continues to look out his window and Dean turns back to the road. "Well, that's a relief. Thank you." Dean said and Sam turns around to him and scoffs a little. "Don't thank me. I'm not doing it for you. Or for the angels or for anybody. This is my choice." Sam said and I pat his shoulder, sympathetically.

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Hey it's me again can I ask for ftm!reader who had top surgery enemies to rivals to lovers with Loki or Bucky please?

Awkward Conversations

Non MLM/NBLM DNI

Pairings- Bucky Barnes x FTM! Reader

Summary- After a long time of hateing eachother you and bucky discover you may have both had feeling for eachother this whole time

Word Count- 1021

Content Warnings- Awkward Confessions, OOC Bucky, Kinda Soft Bucky, SFW

You swear you're gonna rip Bucky's head off one day. 

First he complains about you leaving something in the training area, then he gets an attitude about you ‘taking too many breaks’ during training, then he wants to talk shit to Sam about you because ‘there's no way you could survive in a real battle.’

He makes your blood boil just from looking at him. And the way he talks shit about you when he knows damn well you can hear him. 

You make your way through the hallways to your room as you try to calm yourself down. Bucky had been talking shit to you all day and you're honestly on the verge of exploding. Just as you get near your room you hear talking. Considering how late at night it is, its strange to hear anyone talking at this time. 

Instead of minding your own business you decided to step towards the conversation. Once you notice its coming from the room Bucky crashes in you feel the previous anger you had felt creeping up again. 

“Its just not fucking fair.” You hear Bucky say, you can tell by the light sound of footsteps that he's pacing around his room. The familiar sound of Sam sighing tells you exactly what you already know, he's talking shit about you again. 

“I know Buck, but you can't take that out on him. And you can't deny that you've been a major asshole to him. Even after he got his top surgery you were being an ass. Just cause you're mad about your situation doesn't mean you need to be rude to him all the time.” Bucky takes a deep breath as you hear him finally stop walking around. 

“Yeah I know, I know. I'm not stupid Sam. But the way he walks around like life is just so great pisses me off. He gets to do whatever he wants while i was forced to be a super soldier.” 

You feel your stomach drop as you lean in more to listen to them. 

“I know Buck, but you gotta let him live. Apologize and get some therapy or something. I don't mean to be harsh but this really isn't the best way to go about things.” Bucky is silent for a while. Every second of silence builds anxiety in your chest until Bucky finally talks again. “Ok, i will.” Before you can hear anything else you creep your way back to your room, shutting the door as quietly as possible and you sit at the edge of your bed. 

Confusion floods your mind as you attempt to take in what you heard. Bucky doesn't hate you? Or he does, but only because you had a different life than his? You try your best to keep yourself in check as you think through all of your running thoughts until a small knock makes you jump to your feet. 

Opening your bedroom door didn't help the building pressure inside you. Bucky stares down at you as if he's trying to force words out of his throat. “Hi.” Is all Bucky seems to be able to get out. “Hi.” Is all you can respond with. 

“Can i talk to you for a second?” You nod as you let him into your room. Before you have a chance to speak, Bucky begins. “I just wanted to apologize for being such an asshole.” You nod as you wait for him to finish. “I shouldn't take my own personal stuff out on you, it's not right. You're just a guy and I shouldn't have been such a dick all the time.” “Thanks Bucky, but it's ok.” Bucky nods, and you swear you can see a bit of pink coming to his cheeks. Bucky rubs the back of his neck nervously as he looks anywhere but you. 

“I also have something else i want to talk to you about.” Words completely leave you as you sit down on the bed, letting him stand in front of you. “I don't want you to be angry at me or anything. I'm just trying to talk about my emotions. That's what Sam told me to do.” “Its alright Bucky, you can talk.” Fear builds up in you as you wait for him to speak. “I was talking to Sam about how I was feeling and he said something that made a lot of sense to me and I want you to know too.” All you can do at this point is nod along as he gathers himself. “I think i have feeling for you. Romantic feelings. But I wasn't aware of it because I was so focused on being angry at you because you had a good life and i didnt.” 

That certainly wasn't what you were expecting. 

You and Bucky stare at each other for a moment. You can physically tell he's getting more and more nervous as the seconds go by until you find the right words. “Do you want to have a relationship with me?” You ask. Bucky nods as he nervously plays with the hem of the sweater he's wearing. 

Heat climbs to your cheeks as you think everything through. You've spent the last few months hating Bucky with every inch of your soul and now you're sitting here as he confesses his feelings for you. You'd be dumb to not acknowledge how attractive he is, and yeah you may have had a few inappropriate thoughts about him from time to time, but having an actual opportunity to do it was something completely different. 

“Ok.” The words finally leave your mouth. Bucky snaps his head up to look at you as you both sit in awkward silence. “Would you like to go on a date tomorrow?” A small smile crawls across your face as you nod. “Yeah I'd like that.” Bucky lets go of the breath he had been holding as he slowly makes his way towards your door. “Cool.” Bucky leaves without another word, leaving you to flop down on your bed. 

This isn't how you thought the night would go, but you're certainly not mad about it.