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milliadoc-brandybuck-fanfiction · 5 years ago

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(SPN FIC) The Five Points of the Pentagram: Episode 1 | New Kids on the Block | Act 1

MATURE. FEATURES MILD HORROR AND EXTREME GORE.

The silence of the main courtyard of the large college campus was only occasionally interrupted by a dog barking, trees rustling or the wishing of the winds. Not a person was in sight on the quiet night in early August, only the sounds of nature and the distant orange glow of the nearby town present, which was noticed and appreciated by janitor Jimmy Michaels, who moved as quietly across the campus as the breeze itself. Tired and feeling low, he had finished his 10-hour shift and was ready to leave for the night, though took his time so as to appreciate the peaceful atmosphere that he knew would be lost once the kids moved back in. He felt his mood lower deeper, however, as he realised that this was the only time when he felt truly at peace.

But amongst the apparent calm, shadows crept along the sides of buildings and through the whispering bushes. Slowly and steadily, they stalked the janitor, who was unaware of any break in the status quo. They waited, biding their time until he was cornered without even knowing it. Sliding along tiles, over walls and across the concrete of the path he was on now… slowly approaching and ready to pounce on this unsuspecting prey…

Jimmy stopped. He felt an odd chill brush past him, and suddenly felt quite a sickening feeling, as though he was being watched…

He turned around.

Nothing.

Taking a breath and turning his head back around, he tried to look past it, tried to convince himself it was just the wind and he was being paranoid. He continued on.

Immediately he was met with a searing fire of pain, staring in his chest and spreading fast through his torso, arms, legs, hands and feet, before creeping up his neck and infecting his mind, forcing him to emit a scream of anguish that struck terror in him like he had never felt. He pushed against the pain and pressed his hands onto his head with great difficulty, feeling like there was a great force of red hot ropes holding his wrists back. He continued to shriek in horror, hoping amongst his nightmarish thoughts that someone, anyone, would hear him and come to help him out of this hell that was killing him in the most hideous and cruel way possible.

But alone on the large campus so late at night, no one heard his screams in time.

***

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP-

Lory’s alarm screeched at her repeatedly on the bedside table. This would have been really annoying, had she not already been awake for at least two hours. Her hand finally reached out and switched it off, and she rolled onto her back to continue staring at the ceiling for a few more minutes.

Today was college move-in day for the freshman crowd. As a sophomore she had moved back into her dorm a week early, and had been spending almost every waking moment dreading the mass of new faces and difficult new classes and teachers she’d be up against. She knew all week, all summer even, she’d have to face it, especially the socialising. There was no way she could have avoided all human contact for four years. Make no mistake, she’d thought about how she might be able to enough times, but there was no way around it.

After a further five minutes of ceiling-staring, Lory closed her eyes, took one last breath, and rose up from her bed. She glanced over at the window where she could hear the noise of some new students bustling around with their parents and moving boxes. Lory let out a loud sigh and swung her legs out of bed, beginning the first few phases in facing the day.

***

On the farthest end of campus, a ‘67 Chevy Impala was slowly driving through the dorm house roads. Inside were two brothers, one looking around curiously, the other looking around sceptically. The sceptic-looking one let out a grunt, which caused his brother to roll his eyes.

“What now, Dean?”

Dean bit his tongue and made a face before answering. “Just don’t feel right here. Like I really don’t belong here.”

His brother let out an ironic chuckle. “Yeah, well, unless you’re about to tell me that you also put in an application to come here nine months ago then you’re not far off on that.”

“Oh, thanks.”

“I didn’t mean it like that, I’m just- I’m sorry, okay? I just meant that you’re not the one who has to stay on campus all the time, only temporarily. You’ve got nothing to worry about.”

Dean snorted. “Yeah, I wish that was true. I wouldn’t exactly call this job worry-free, Sammy.”

Sam didn’t reply, knowing full well that Dean was right and reminding him why they were really here, something that Sam had done his best to forget for the duration of the journey. Turning back to the various scenes of parents helping their kids unpack and move into their dorms, the sight suddenly struck a chord in Sam’s heart. Dean apparently felt the same.

“What dad would say if he saw us now…” Dean noted.

“Yeah, well, dad’s not here. We are.” Sam replied softly. Dean took it more as a comment of comfort than rudeness, and relaxed a little.

Suddenly hearing some more aggressive tones, Sam’s gaze fell upon a girl staring straight ahead with her arms crossed, standing at the bottom of her dorm house steps, facing who he assumed was her father, who was the source of the aggression and standing several feet away by his car. The interaction didn’t look dangerous, just like strict parenting, but even so that same chord was struck again and Sam felt sorry for the girl. He felt selfishly grateful when they were out of view; he and Dean didn’t need more reminders of their special family life.

***

Surely coming to college meant that she could escape her parents’ grasp? Did moving out not mean that she was her own person, and didn’t need to be told what and what not to do? Apparently her father had other ideas. He was standing on the farthest edge of the sidewalk from her, one hand already on the open car door, whilst she was stood by her dorm house steps. Both of them were so close to freedom, to not having to care about each other for a good few months, and yet he insisted on staying and giving her the talk of what he expected from her whilst other students and their families awkwardly walked past.

“-and we expect you to make the most of this… opportunity, you’ve given yourself. We won’t support you if you slip up, in any way, got it?”

“Yes dad, I understand.” She said flatly, trying not to sound too annoyed so as to avoid another lecture.

Her father didn’t even say anything to that. He just lowered the hand he had been pointing at her with and nodded, like he’d won. Always trying to make it a competition, she thought.

“Come on, Mike, let’s get going.”

Her father briefly looked away to the inside if the car where her mother couldn’t wait to leave. He turned back to her.

“Stay out of trouble.”

Unlike the other kids around her, it was more of a command than an affectionate little parental joke. She didn’t even respond, vocal or physical. She just watched him get in the car, and as soon as she heard the engine start, she turned around and walked up the steps into the house at last.

Breathing out a huge sigh of relief through her mouth, she was greeted by one of her three housemates, who didn’t even notice her entrance at first. She was clicking away on her flip phone, texting one of the thousand people she had already got the number of and added to her little group. She looked up at the sound of Gwen picking up one of her boxes, but immediately looked back down at her phone and continued typing before she even said a word.

“Oh, hey. We were gonna head down to the Courtyard if you wanted to come too, I guess.”

The lack of energy in her voice was outstanding. Gwen looked past it, however, and politely smiled.

“I think I’m just gonna stay here and unpack, actually, get used to my new room-”

“Yeah, they said you probably wouldn’t wanna come anyways, it’s cool.”

Taken aback by this bluntness, Gwen blinked and began busying herself by walking over to the stairs. As she started heading upstairs, another of her housemates bounded in and showed the first something so absolutely scandalous that they both burst into a fit of high-pitched giggles. Out of sight, and knowing they wouldn’t notice her anyway, Gwen rolled her eyes, leaving them to giggle away downstairs.

The room Gwen was staying in - the last in the house to be filled- was right at the end of the corridor, the sounds of hectic families (whomst, for once, she did not envy in their stress) filtering in through the open window at the end. Gwen couldn’t wait to step away from all the fussing around her, all the gossip and glamour of her new housemates, and her room offered her a wonderful excuse to be anti-social for at least a few hours.

Opening the door to her room was something that Gwen hadn’t expected to be so important to her until it actually happened. Her breath hitched for a second as this fresh start was displayed right in front of her eyes; blank walls, empty shelves and window sills, and barren notice boards for her to stick random reminders and study notes onto. Her college identity was a clean slate waiting to be shaped, and the room, stupid as it may sound, seemed to make her realise that for the first time.

She placed the box down on the floor and walked over to the window, taking in the room as she did so. She peeked outside to the ground below briefly,somehow even more crowded with move-ins than when she’d been down there, before looking back upwards and resting her elbows on the window sill. She placed her head on her arms as she took in the clear blue sky above her, barely a wisp of a cloud about.

Honestly, this might be really good. This might be my chance to take some control again, she thought hopefully. I think I can start to be myself again.

***

Lory came downstairs to see one of her new housemates, a girl called Meredith, amongst an abundance of cardboard boxes and plastic bags, looking lost.

“Need a hand?” Lory asked kindly.

Meredith turned to her and her face lit up. “Yeah, thanks.”

Lory picked up a few plastic bags.

“Ooh, those are for the kitchen!” Meredith said.

“Got it.” Lory replied walking over to place the bags on the kitchen counter. “You sure have a lot of stuff. Your grandma in there somewhere too?”

Meredith laughed, and Lory instantly felt happier hearing it. “I’m just terrible at getting rid of stuff. And my family are terrible at resisting giving me even more stuff. Pretty sure my mom gave me half the kitchen supplies from home, and my little sisters drew me about fifty thousand pictures of them in case I forgot what they look like whilst I’m here. Plus my dad gave me a bunch of his old clothes from when he was in college, y’know, ‘just in case’.”

Emerging from the kitchen, Lory grinned. “That’s cute. Sounds like they really care about you.”

Meredith smiled fondly, as if revisiting happy memories. “Yeah, we are pretty close, I suppose.” She said almost to herself.

It was sweet to see such love emitting from one person. Still smiling and feeling happy, Lory picked up one of the heavy boxes.

“Where to, chief?”

“Up to my room, first door on the left, thanks.”

Nodding, Lory walked over to the staircase. Catching onto a thought, Meredith turned around suddenly.

“You wanna check out the Eastern Courtyard?” suggested Meredith. “Apparently they’ve got it all: singers, performers, club sign-ups, free giveaways...”

“And have to socialise with random people before they have any alcohol in them? Yeah, no, I’m good thank you.” replied Lory, but with a playful smile.

“Oh, come on,” grinned Meredith. “It might surprise you!”

Lory laughed, continuing to talk as she disappeared upstairs. “The only thing that surprises me about this college is the free parking.”

As Lory disappeared from sight, Meredith shook her head, both amused and concerned. She rifled through one of her own boxes, feeling an oddly-shaped object that she didn’t recognise. She pulled it out, revealing a small item wrapped up in blue-grey tissue paper. Unwrapping it carefully, Meredith let out a soft gasp when she recognised the sharp curves and dents of her family crest, sized down and with a thin chain around it. She didn’t remember packing it… Her grandfather must have slipped it in when she wasn’t looking.

Meredith was only vaguely aware of her family’s heritage and bloodline. She had only really been told about it in the last few months before her leaving for college, a little by her mother, briefly by her sister, but mostly by her grandpa, who loved to go into great detail when exploring the family history. But this time he did seem different about it, like he was warning her. All this talk about ‘protect yourself’ and ‘watch out for trouble’. Meredith had assumed he only meant to say this because she was moving out, and that he was just looking out for her as she moved into adulthood.

She set the tissue paper down and took the crest in her finger tips, moving them along the small gems and edges that ran through it. It felt… strange to her touch; she expected the metal to feel cold, but it felt warm as soon as she held it, her finger tips barely grazing it before she felt the heat radiating from it. It was almost welcoming, familiar.

But it was no less unnerving. In fact, it was probably more so.

She blinked and shook herself out of it, breaking her trance. She wrapped it back up in the tissue paper. Not yet. Not in freshman week. There are enough things to deal with right now without this too.

Turning away from the bag with the necklace in it, Meredith picked up a box containing her notebooks and began the trek up the stairs after Lory. She was determined to make this week count for her, and wanted to begin in a happy state of mind, as ever.

***

The door sharply shut behind Gwen as she stepped back out into the fresh air. For once she didn’t care how loud it was, she knew her housemates wouldn’t notice the noise being too engrossed in themselves and random Facebook profiles (“Oh my God, her hair is unreal!”) to have any awareness. Initially she hadn’t wanted to go outside, but her housemates had chosen to stay inside being loud and generally disruptive (much to her annoyance), forcing her to go outside anyway to get away from their constant laughing and shrieking.

Wrapping her oversized dark patterned cardigan around her and folding her arms into it, Gwen began walking along the sidewalk and away from the house, in desperate need of a semi-peaceful walk, which she could have now that the streets had cleared up and most students had properly moved in. There was only a distant cluster of voices coming from one of the nearby ‘freshman zones’, of which Gwen had no intention of going to. A walk around the quiet campus seemed much more inviting. Besides, she wasn’t alone, not really; there was a cool autumn breeze that danced around her feet and made her feel safe.

***

After an hour of seemingly endless nagging, Meredith had finally managed to convince Lory to leave their shared dorm house and come out into the world. Despite this small victory, it proved to be short-lived as they headed down to the Eastern Courtyard and Lory’s moaning and excuses filled the air.

“Seriously, I don’t have time for this.”

“Yes you do.”

“I really don’t, I have somewhere to be.”

“I’m sure your bed is very comfy but that’s not where we’re headed.”

“I didn’t mean that.”

Meredith, being fairly patient, said nothing, though had to refrain from rolling her eyes at Lory’s constant whining. As they rounded a corner, a figure coming from the opposite direction rounded it too. When they came into view, Meredith saw that it was a girl walking alone in a large patterned cardigan. She perked up; here was an opportunity. As the girl approached, Meredith broke into a warm and friendly smile.

“Hi!” She said brightly.

The girl’s head snapped up, as did Lory’s, and Lory thought she saw panic flash in the girl’s eyes for a moment. When she saw that Meredith and Lory really meant no harm, she averted her gaze and smiled awkwardly.

“Oh- uh, h-hey.” And with that she continued walking, possibly quicker than she had been before. The girls watched her go for a moment before Meredith sighed.

“Oh well. Worth a shot, I guess not everyone wants to be friends.” She continued on, Lory following behind, still begrudging.

“I’ll bet everyone’s just like her, not wanting to talk, just wanting to get on with things. A smart move if you ask me.”

“Aw c’mon, it’s gonna be great!” Meredith replied, ever the optimist, it seemed. “You might meet some new friends whilst we’re there!”

Lory huffed. “Why would I need any more friends when you’re already soooo perfect?” She mocked with a fake smile.

“Ha ha,” Meredith grinned. “Flattery, fake or otherwise, won’t get you out of this, hun.”

Lory groaned, knowing, sadly, that she was right.

***

The harsh white lamplight hit the desk as Sam sat down and dumped his notebook onto the table, opening it up on a new page and immediately beginning to scribble out notes and to-dos. Dean stood behind him, admiring the room.

“Gotta say, not a bad place to crash for a few months.” He remarked. Sam ignored him, engrossed in his writing. Dean leaned against one of the walls and continued regardless, “Actually looks better than most of the motel rooms we stay in. Maybe I should try out this college thing, might get a decent night’s sleep out of it at least…”

He looked over at Sam’s reaction to the joke, but was met with his brother’s back leant over his desk. Dean sighed loudly.

“All right, something’s gotta be interesting if me saying I’m thinkin’ about signing up for college doesn’t get your attention. What’re you writing?”

“Class times for tomorrow,” Sam replied shortly.

Dean stared at him. “That’s it?” He looked disbelieving of this underwhelming answer. “God, you are such a geek.”

“I’m the one actually trying to get a degree here, Dean.” Sam replied without looking up again. “Some of us aren’t here just for the job.”

Dean rolled his eyes. “Yeah, well, I’m gonna go find somewhere to stay for the night. I’ll call you when I’ve got a place.”

“‘Kay.”

Shaking his head and smiling slightly, Dean pushed himself off of the wall and left Sam to his constant scribbling.

***

In the Courtyard, Meredith was walking around, talking to people, introducing herself, and generally lighting up the atmosphere. Behind her, Lory was dragging her feet, looking as bored and disinterested in the activities and sign-ups as she felt. Meredith tried to pretend not to notice, but she was starting to feel guilty for bringing Lory to a place where she clearly felt so uncomfortable.

“Hey, look!” She exclaimed, beckoning Lory over in an attempt to spark some enthusiasm. “They’re having a two for one deal at the local pizza house for all freshman!”

“Wow, better call the twelve-year-olds, they’d go wild for a deal like that!” Lory replied, voice dripping with sarcasm.

Meredith drooped slightly, lowering the flyer and placing it back on the table. Lory instantly felt guilt wash over her.

“Look, Meredith, I’m sorry, it’s just… this isn’t really my kind of thing. Especially since I’m not a freshman anymore. And please don’t take this the wrong way, but, you know I’m a mature student, and I just kind of feel like I’ve… outgrown this sort of deal. But don’t think that means that you shouldn’t do it yourself, or that I’m not happy, okay?”

Not being able to lift Lory’s social spirits made her feel like she’d failed somewhat, but Meredith gave a small smile all the same. “Okay. You go do your own thing.” She said encouragingly, tapping Lory’s arm briefly.

Grinning, Lory raised her eyebrows as if remembering something. “Speaking of my own thing,” she said. “I’ve gotta get to work. Have fun.”

She swished past a confused Meredith, who turned around and called after her, “You have a job?”

Lory looked back, still walking. “Yeah, I work at one of the bars in town.”

It was not possible for Meredith to look more taken aback than she did in that moment. She gaped at Lory as she continued to walk away, and when she finally opened her mouth she had to shout after her.

“You work in a bar?! One of the most social environments on the whole planet?”

“I said I didn’t like to socialise with people who didn’t have alcohol in them! Byee!” She called, the smirk in her voice very evident.

Meredith was left in the middle of the crowded courtyard, shaking her head in disbelief and holding back a smile.

***

Despite having not encountered anyone else for nearly half an hour, Gwen was still cringing at how awkward she had been with those two girls. They hadn’t looked threatening, they hadn’t seemed to be too giggly or gossipy like her delightful housemates had been; the one with silver hair had some pagan tattoos, so at least there was someone else she could relate to in that, and had looked really cool; the one with the bouncy, long curly brown hair was actually incredibly pretty. Perhaps that was what threw her off, they were both too cool and too attractive for her to not act like an awkward mess around them. Sometimes, Gwen really hated her stupid social ineptity to the point where she wondered if it was possible to burn it out of her soul. Permanently. Please.

As she walked along the empty streets, she finally noticed how the temperature had gone down and the light had begun to fade from the day. She also noticed how she was in a part of campus she didn’t know, which made her realise that she didn’t know where anything on campus was because the campus was huge and she’d never been able to remember where anything was on those silly little tours. So she was lost. And it was getting dark. Awesome.

Taking a deep breath and closing her eyes, she thought rationally. She came from the North side, so all she had to do was walk back the way she… thought she came. That was her best option right now. Gwen placed her hands on her head and ran them through her hair, resting them on the back of her neck as she looked out over the dorm houses. Then she replaced her hands into her pockets, turned around and began to walk away.

Something suddenly didn’t feel quite right. Gwen could feel an odd change in the air that had nothing to do with the growing night. She looked around her, brows furrowed, and noticed that the trees seemed oddly still, even though she could feel a sharp breeze travelling over her skin. She sped up slightly, wrapping her cardigan tighter around herself and firmly crossing her arms.

From a silent hideout, the shadows watched her. The temptation to follow was strong… but they could not strike. Not yet.

But soon.

***

Perhaps Lory had been right. Meredith was starting to become tired of the number of people who had approached her as a prank or with dumb joke questions, or asking if classes started tomorrow - on a Saturday. She decided to head back to her dorm house and muster up something at least edible. Thanking the person who handed her the umpteenth flyer of the afternoon, she turned and began walking back in the direction of the dorm.

As she approached the centre, a scream broke out and echoed throughout the campus. Disturbed but concerned, Meredith began running towards the source of the scream, which sounded like it came from the Eastern Courtyard. Other students were running through the arch ways leading to it already, having clearly heard the horrible sound as well. She reached the arch way and rushed to where a crowd had gathered. Pushing through slightly, she made it to the inner edge, and almost fell backwards in shock.

On the stone ground was a young girl’s body, blood pouring out of her ears, eyes and nose, white as a sheet and veins popping on her neck and face. Several staff members were attempting to block her from view and contacting the emergency services. Students surrounding the scene were whispering, some even screeching themselves in shock, some crying. Meredith could only watch in terror. She couldn’t look away. But she felt sick and empty at the sight.

Someone suddenly came up behind her, calling her name.

“Meredith! Meredith, are you okay, what’s going-”

Lory stopped as soon as she saw the body too. She let out a deep, terrified breath.

“Oh God…” She whispered in a low voice.

***

She had managed to get lost and ended up in the one place she never wanted to be in the first place; the Eastern Courtyard. But as Gwen approached, that awful feeling crept up on her again, and almost instantly after she heard a horrid scream. Fearing the worst, but praying like mad that it wasn’t anything to do with the changing winds, she ran to the source. The sight she met was awful, even worse than she could have possibly imagined. She couldn’t bring herself to look away from the girl’s face, covered in bold blue and purple veins and completely sheet-white. And all the blood… The blood was deep crimson and in a giant circle around the body, spread out so far that it was a shock that the human body could hold so much of it. Gwen felt a pang of fear at the thought that this feeling and this event… was there a connection…?

Glancing over the rest of the crowd, Gwen spotted the two girls from before opposite her. The girl with the curly hair was in a state of pure shock, whilst the silver girl, who still looked horrified, put an arm around her for comfort. A sudden burst of energy emitted from the two of them that made Gwen blink suddenly and take a sharp breath. She stared at them, stunned and confused, before the silver-haired one put an arm around the other and led her away from the crowd and out of sight. Then, to her right, Gwen sensed an even stronger energy, and her head whipped in its direction. Her sight set on a tall guy with brown hair, who did not look as shocked as the other students but more… panicked. He quickly glanced around the gathering circle of students and backed out of the crowd, as two security guards stepped up to move the students back and away from the scene. A couple of them pushed on Gwen’s side too, forcing her to break her gaze on the guy, but she quickly turned and pushed herself through the crowd to get a look at the guy.

But when she emerged, he had vanished. She looked around, circling on the spot whilst students brushed past her, but he had gone. His energy was lost, and Gwen breathed. She was left confused and almost breathless at the events that had unfolded.

Who the hell were all these people?

***

Hiding around a dark corner out of sight, Sam had already pulled out his cell phone and had typed Dean’s number before he could even think about anything else. He waited impatiently, and when Dean picked up on the fifth ring, he went straight into it.

“It got someone. Someone else. It’s started moving again.”

#spn supernatural spnfamily supernaturalfic deanxofc samxofc originalfemalecharacters witches deanhateswitches wellthoughtout

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sicparvismorrigan · 4 years ago

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I’m writing a few Sam fics on Ao3 under the account Morrigan_92, I will probably add them to fanfictiondotnet once I’m done, but I don’t understand how to use that site yet. Ha. Haha.

The shorter ones will go up on here too probably.

Fic list:

- Long Overdue (aka Sam & Sully’s Excellent Adventure) - longread, currently 2/3rds completed, SamxOFC, Ancient Greek/Byzantine/Russian/Venetian adventure. NSFW!

- at least 3 shorter ones, 2 will be SamxReader (I think), titles still tbc but they are going to be so depraved. Like seriously. I’m going to Hell. Stay tuned!

Feel free to use the ask box to leave feedback/ask questions. I’m really keen to know what people think of my writing and I just want to talk about Sammy boy all day.

Will update this list as I complete them :]

#sam drake #samuel drake #sam morgan #samuel morgan #i havent been on tumblr for so long ive forgotten how to tag properly #sam drake fanfiction #uncharted fanfiction #sam drake is my muse

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sarcasmoverlordxo · 5 years ago

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I started a Pirate!Avengers AU with the intention of making it a BuckyxOFC but it somehow turned into a SamxOFC and I have no regrets

#avengers #avengers au #buckyxofc #sam wilson

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xoperidottea · 5 years ago

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Fanfiction numbers confuse me...

I was curious and compared the foot traffic for my 2 multi-chapter fics. Honestly, the numbers/totals really confuse me @_@

Holding Onto You: COMPLETE; 19 chapters; SamxWitch!OFC

Fanfiction.net- 693 visitors, 3832 views, 14 favs

AO3- 281 hits, 23 kudos, 4 bookmarks

Tumblr- 310 notes overall (61 for Masterlist)

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Static: COMPLETE; 21 chapters; DeanxOFC

Fanfiction.net- 524 visitors, 4039 views, 21 favs

AO3- 1208 hits, 88 kudos, 26 bookmarks

Tumblr- 252 notes overall (27 for Masterlist)

Not gonna lie, those are HUGE differences in numbers, with Tumblr getting the least amount of traffic on my fics. I know that I’ve complained about notes on this site before, but damn dude! Kinda makes me wonder why I bother posting anything on here when the other two sites clearly give me much closer to the results I want...

#spn fanfic #spn fan fiction #spn fanfiction #Static #Holding Onto You #Sam x OFC #Dean x OFC #Sam Winchester x Witch!OFC #Dean Winchester x OFC #samxofc #deanxofc

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tellmewhatidontknow · 6 years ago

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Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Supernatural Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Dean/OFC, Dean/Cas, Sam/OFC, Dean/Lisa, Sam/Jess, Dean/OMC, Sam Winchester & Castiel, Dean Winchester & Castiel, Sam Winchester & OFC, Dean Winchester & OFC, Sam Winchester & Dean Winchester, sam winchester & bobby singer, Dean Winchester & Bobby Singer, Castiel & Bobby Singer Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Bobby Singer, Ellen Harvelle, Joanna Harvelle, OFC, Crowley, John Winchester, Lucifer, Gabriel Additional Tags: Love, Lust, care, Hope, One-Shots, Fluff, Cuddles, best lady hunter ever known Summary:

Want a simple story of a girl best friend to spice up the lives of the man driven Winchester boys and their loved ones? You found the right fangirl. We have Destiel, Casby friendship, Samstiel friendship, DeanxOFC everything, SamxOFC everything and all of the family memories in between. I take any request outside of Wincest, it makes me vomit, no offense to fans.

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ao3feed-destiel · 6 years ago

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Love, Life, and Being a Winchester (Supernatural One-shots)

Read it on AO3 here!http://bit.ly/2D4Q7LU

by ImagineMyReality22

Words: 458, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Supernatural

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Bobby Singer, Ellen Harvelle, Joanna Harvelle, OFC, Crowley, John Winchester, Lucifer, Gabriel

Relationships: Dean/OFC, Dean/Cas, Sam/OFC, Dean/Lisa, Sam/Jess, Dean/OMC, Sam Winchester & Castiel, Dean Winchester & Castiel, Sam Winchester & OFC, Dean Winchester & OFC, Sam Winchester & Dean Winchester, sam winchester & bobby singer, Dean Winchester & Bobby Singer, Castiel & Bobby Singer

Additional Tags: Love, Lust, care, Hope, One-Shots, Fluff, Cuddles, best lady hunter ever known

Link: http://bit.ly/2D4Q7LU

#ao3feed #ao3feed destiel #destiel

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ao3feed-wayward · 6 years ago

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Love, Life, and Being a Winchester (Supernatural One-shots)

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2D4Q7LU

by ImagineMyReality22

Words: 458, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Supernatural

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Bobby Singer, Ellen Harvelle, Joanna Harvelle, OFC, Crowley, John Winchester, Lucifer, Gabriel

Additional Tags: Love, Lust, care, Hope, One-Shots, Fluff, Cuddles, best lady hunter ever known

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2D4Q7LU

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #FANDOM TAG

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themoonandotherslikeit · 6 years ago

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The Hand That Reaches for God Masterlist

Sometimes staying away is the easiest move. Keeping a safe distance, especially for Emerson and Dean Winchester. So, when the Maklen twins come home again, they don’t anticipate the feelings that Emerson will get having to see him again. When tragedy strikes, the Winchester brothers and the Maklen twins are forced to face, not only their feelings, but each other. In a story about pain, family, abandonment, and desire, the couples have to decide if survival, without love, is enough.

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Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Five

Chapter Twenty-Six

Chapter Twenty-Seven

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womenofrecs · 8 years ago

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Hmmm, tags can be terrible spoilers when it comes to plot twists and for these kind of fics, it ruins all the fun. Soooo, be prepared.

Bend My Finger Back by viviansface Pairing: Wincest | Rating: R | Wordcount: 11.5k | Archive: LJ Tags: no supernatural AU, mental illness, Dean POV

Dean is only seventeen when he hits his lowest, losing his mother in a fire. After that, his family seems to fall apart – his father is suddenly distant, and between therapy sessions and trying to struggle through each day, Dean and his brother Sam grow apart as well, even though they used to be more than close before the fire. It takes Dean two years to grow tired of this and decide to do something about his life for once… but there’s no telling whether his decisions are the right ones and whether they will eventually lead to the happiness he desires.

Why am I reccing? So beautifully written. Your heart breaks for Dean, such a beautiful and lonely victim to whatever happened. You think you know what the deal is but that’s only the beginning to how the fic ends. Which is painful.

Wraith by memphis86 Pairing: Wincest | Rating: NC-17 | Wordcount: 4,367 | Archive: LJ Tags: contains some SamxOFC and SamxOMC, non con, possession

And in the end, he’ll suffer just like the rest of us do.

Why am I reccing? So scrunchy and dark. Sam figures out what’s going on but it’s what he does in the end that messes me up.

Hangman is coming from the gallows, by withdiamonds Pairing: Wincest | Rating: NC-17 | Wordcount: ~28k | Archive: AO3 Tags: non-con

Today is the last day of Dean Winchester’s life. Today is the last day of Dean Winchester’s life. Today is the last day…

Why am I reccing? So, today is the day Dean’s deal comes through, right? Right. Okay. (I can’t tell you anything more. Just trust me on this)

Arm, by Askance Pairing: Wincest | Rating: R | Wordcount: ~4k | Archive: AO3 Tags: MOC!Dean, second POV, brain damage

Something is happening to Dean’s arm.

Why am I reccing? ‘Something is happening to Dean’s arm’, and ‘look, it’s a solution’. It makes sense while it makes you recoil in horror - the good kind of horror. Plus, Askance is one of the very few authors able to pull off a convincing second POV. I don’t know *how*, but it works. Even too much, jfc.

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ao3feed-castiel · 6 years ago

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Love, Life, and Being a Winchester (Supernatural One-shots)

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2D4Q7LU

by ImagineMyReality22

Words: 458, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Supernatural

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Bobby Singer, Ellen Harvelle, Joanna Harvelle, OFC, Crowley, John Winchester, Lucifer, Gabriel

Additional Tags: Love, Lust, care, Hope, One-Shots, Fluff, Cuddles, best lady hunter ever known

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2D4Q7LU

#IFTTT #cas #castiel #spn #supernatural #ao3feed

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ao3feed-crowley · 6 years ago

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Love, Life, and Being a Winchester (Supernatural One-shots)

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2D4Q7LU

by ImagineMyReality22

Words: 458, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Supernatural

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Bobby Singer, Ellen Harvelle, Joanna Harvelle, OFC, Crowley, John Winchester, Lucifer, Gabriel

Additional Tags: Love, Lust, care, Hope, One-Shots, Fluff, Cuddles, best lady hunter ever known

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2D4Q7LU

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #Crowley

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xoperidottea · 6 years ago

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I can't figure out which WiP I wanna work on @_@ they're all SamxOFC fics too

The legacy/Eve revival adventure fic?

The angsty East-Coast Witch fic?

The angsty ex girlfriend fic?

I'M SO TORN!!!

#writer problems #spn fanfic #spn fanfiction #sam winchesterxofc #supernatural

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mischief-maker1 · 10 years ago

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Magic In The Air

For my wonderful, dear, best friend, Miya, who wanted both the Winchester boys (and wouldn’t mind a piece of Daddy W, too! Takes place sometime mid season 3.) Miya, We’ve been friends for seven years and it has been some of the best times of my life, talking with you. You’re my soul’s twin. And though we have differing opinions on some things in life, we never let it get in the way of our friendship. As different as we are, we are still so similar. I love you, my kitty. Love, Mischief Sam/OFC, Dean/OFC Warnings: SMUT (Duh. That’s how I roll) light bondage if you squint, spanking. She heard the rumble of the engine coming down the street and smiled. 10:59 AM. They were early. No doubt Sam’s doing. She brushed a strand of blue hair out of her face and checked her appearance in the hall mirror. At thirty, she knew she was a bit older than Dean, and a few years older than Sam, but she still appreciated her look. Dressed in the long broom skirt, corset hiding underneath a peasant blouse, and the crocheted shawl, she knew she was unlike anything they’d come up on so far in their hunts, but that was okay. She was confident in herself...and her wiles. The tapping on the door knocked her out of her reverie and she hurried to greet her guests, shoving the dog out of the way with her foot. He was a nosy little brat, but he kept her company. The old house she lived in was lonely since her parent’s death. She opened the door and smiled. “Hello, fellas. How can I help you?” Dean blinked and Sam offered a half smile. She was sure at Stanford, he’d seen people with different styles, even if he didn’t hang out with them. Dean, however, she felt sure, wasn’t quite sure what to do with her. She’d show him what he could do with her. Even the sex god could learn a thing or two… Dean shook his head slightly and held out a badge. “FBI. We wanted to ask you…” “About the werewolf attacks?” Now it was Sam’s turn to look surprised. “You, uh...excuse me?” She smiled. “I didn’t think I’d ever see a Winchester again. Come on in. I’ve got tea on, but there are beers in the fridge.” The men exchanged a look and she held up a hand. “Before you ask, no, I’m not psychic, I’m intuitive. I know you are Winchesters because your father saved me while he was on a hunt a few years back. And too, I have friends in low places.” Dean’s eyebrow shot up. “That so? Well, you wanna tell us who the werewolf is? Save us some trouble?” She laughed throatily. “And take all the fun out of your hunt? I wouldn’t dream of it. Come in.” They followed her warily. She could sense their apprehension, so she added, “I promise, I’m normal, well, relatively, in any case. John saved me from a violent spirit. But I’ve teetered on the edge of the supernatural for years. I knew things I shouldn’t, felt things…” she shook her head as she moved to the teapot. “Help yourselves. As I said, beer is in the fridge.” Dean didn’t hesitate opening the old Frigidaire and grabbing a beer. Sam shot him a look and Dean shrugged. “What? Sounds on the up-and-up to me, and I’m parched. It was a long ass ride to get here.” She giggled. Oh, he was just as funny as she thought he would be. “I guess I should introduce myself. Miya Westridge.” “Westridge?” Sam inquired. “You were…” She nodded. “Yeah. That’s the ghost your dad saved me from.” Sam winced. “I’m sorry for your loss.” Dean inclined his head. “Dad told me about that case.” She shrugged. She had long since come to terms with her violent boyfriend’s ghost. John had put it to bed, so to speak, a long time ago. She just wished the eldest Winchester had come to town before Michael had killed as many people as he had. Including her favorite barista. She still hadn’t found anyone that made an espresso like Giovanni. “Life sucks. We deal with it.” Dean dropped into a kitchen chair, loosened his tie, and looked at her. “So, what’s the deal? You knew we were coming?” She nodded. “When the murders started happening, I wondered if it was another ghost. I used my contacts in the spirit world…” “You worked a Ouija board,” Dean spat. “Don’t judge me when you don’t even know me,” she chastised gently. “You come back to me after you’ve had your ex-boyfriend’s spirit kill everyone you love because he couldn’t handle a fucking breakup, then we’ll talk!” Dean grimaced and offered a soft, “Sorry.” She rolled her eyes, shook her head, and blew out a breath. “Water under the bridge. Anyway, when I heard from one of the spirits I commune with, she told me it was a creature. I dove into a bit more...let’s say ‘magic’ to figure out what it was. I was hoping you two would pick up the case, though I’ve heard Bobby Singer is quite well versed in hunting, as well as a few others…” Dean nodded. “Bobby’s one of the best. He’s like a father to us now that Dad…” he clammed up and she couldn’t help it as she walked over and placed a hand on his shoulder. “I’m sorry for your loss,” she cooed. “I know how much it hurts to lose a family member. It seems to hurt worse when it is to something supernatural, doesn’t it?” “You know about Dad?” Sam questioned. She bit her lip and nodded. “I cried for days when I found out. I...cared for him. He was a decent guy. Loved you boys, let me tell you. I got him a little drunk and he started telling stories about when you were younger…” She smiled. “He was a decent man. A hard man, yes, but decent.” “He was the greatest man we ever knew,” Dean interjected. She wasn’t sure she would go that far, but she nodded again. “He died doing what meant the most to him...hunting a monster that was hurting someone he loved.” “He made a deal,” Dean stated flatly. She put a hand to his face. “And I am certain he didn’t regret it. Do you?” “Never,” he whispered. She wouldn’t chance a glance at Sam. She knew he was still hurting over the fact Dean sold his soul for him. But that was what you would do for someone you loved. She didn’t love anyone that much, well, not since her parents died. It must be nice to be on both ends of it, to know you are loved that much, and also, to love that purely. She cleared her throat and walked away, coming back with a handful of newspaper clippings. “I gathered some information for you two.” She sat it in front of Sam, who immediately dove into it with one hand, as the other, she noticed, was petting Thor’s head. The Springer Spaniel was loving every minute of the attention from the new person. “I may not know who the werewolf is,” she continued, “but I have a feeling I know where he will strike next.” Sam moved the papers around, looking intently at a few. “Sure you don’t want to become a hunter? You’ve got the skills.” At that, she snorted. “I can shoot fine, my father saw to that. But the rest? No thank you. I’m perfectly content with my job at the library, my work with the animal shelter, my crocheting and my loom. No offense, but I’d rather not risk my neck.” “You don’t look like any librarian I’ve ever seen,” Dean commented. She shot him a look. “Out of that whole thing, all you took away from it was the fact I am a librarian and I don’t look the part? I’m offended,” she teased. “No! I don’t...you’re hot, okay? Kinda weird with the clothes and the hair, but I can get behind the hippie vibe. I just…” Her eyebrow rose. “Librarian fetish? I’m surprised. I figured that would be Sam.” Sam snorted, but remained quiet. Oh, how she’d love to wipe that smug little smirk off his face. But one brother at a time…The corner of her mouth lifted. “I have glasses, too, Dean. I’d be glad to play naughty librarian with you...after the case is finished.” He cleared his throat. “That, ah, okay.” She chuckled. “Not used to women being this direct?” He grabbed her then and squeezed her ass. “Not in their own house while my brother is sitting there pouring through information about a bunch of werewolf related murders.” She licked her lips. “Well, maybe if Sammy is a good boy, I’ll take him for a spin, too. I’m not picky. I wouldn’t mind going three for three with the Winchester boys.” She turned then and sashayed out of the room. As she walked out, she heard, “Three for three? Does that mean she and Dad…?” Her smile grew. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ She invited them to stay at her house. She had plenty of room and they could spread out their research. As the morning turned into afternoon, she fixed them all a quick meal of some leftover stew. She had known she needed to fix a big pot, even days ago. They eagerly tore into the leftovers along with some bread she had made that morning, and for dessert, she had made a sweet potato pie, her sweet, southern grandmother’s recipe using some of the fresh sweet potatoes she had grown in her garden. But as the evening wore on, she could see Dean’s eyes start to lose focus. She felt sure he had driven the whole way from wherever their last case had been, so she told him to go watch some TV and rest while she helped Sam try to figure out who the wolf was. She usually kept her head down and heard a lot of gossip in her small town. She knew things about people. High school kids talked a lot and she overheard her fair share. Not to mention the married ladies in the book club. Her brain was a fountain of information they just had to tap into. They worked through the night gathering the information they needed, (including a side trip to the clerk of court’s office Dean had to break into to find the records they needed), and just as the sun was rising, they had a lead on their wolf. She yawned and stretched. “I’ve got a damn crick in my neck.” “Want me to massage it out for you?” Sam asked innocently. She smiled. “That would be great. Could, ah, could we take it to the bedroom though? If I can lay down, I can relax a bit. I think we need a few hours of sleep before you go back out, don’t you?” He nodded. “Absolutely.” They both stood and she led him down the hall. A glance in the living room showed Dean passed out on the couch. Good. He needed more rest than what he’d gotten before he had to run do some breaking and entering. She led Sam into her room and shut the door, flipping the lock quietly. He was looking around her room. This was her inner sanctum much more than the rest of the house. She had her grandmother’s quilt on her bed, and books were stacked by the bedside. She also had a few of her toys laid out on the nightstand. Those, she wouldn’t apologize for. While he looked, she slipped her shirt over her head and walked in front of him. His eyes grew wide. She knew she had a more than ample bosom and it was pushed up gloriously by the corset. “Where do you want me?” she breathed. He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “I...uh…” She smiled and reached for his hand. “Sam, look, I meant what I said. I want to have sex with you. And your brother. Not at the same time, though, I wouldn’t have a problem with it, but I digress. So if this makes you uncomfortable…” “And Dad? Were you with him, too?” She nodded. “I’m a sexual creature, Sam. I won’t apologize for it. If this makes you uncomfortable, we can walk right back out of that door and call it a day. But if you want some nice, hard fucking? Let’s go for it.” He made a sound in the back of his throat and she could see this was warring with his sense of propriety. She smirked. “Going once. Going twice…” She was shoved onto the bed and let out a little squeal of excitement as his mouth moved to her chest. She grabbed his hair and pulled. “Fuck. Sam. Yes.” He pulled away and stood. He gave her a hint of a grin. “I saw how you looked at me. And I just want you to know, I’m not some innocent little virgin you can destroy.” Her smirk made a reappearance. “Is that so? Well then, show me what you’ve got.” He grasped her hands and pulled her back to a standing position. Her brows quirked in confusion only a moment before he sank to his knees and disappeared under her skirt. She felt his hands at her hips and then her underwear were down and off before his mouth fused with her core. “Fuck!” she cried as his tongue thrust into her. His hands were massaging the globes of her ass and she was powerless. She couldn’t grab him, couldn’t do anything as he took her almost to the precipice before he backed off and slowly lapped at her, driving her crazy. “Sam…” she warned. That was when his teeth grabbed her clit and two fingers thrust into her, curling just so. She felt her knees go weak as the orgasm ripped through her and she was panting when he finally pulled away, wiping his mouth with a smirk that rivaled his brother’s. “Was that good?” he inquired as he stood and pulled his shirt over his head. She just nodded dumbly as he gently pushed her onto the bed. “Stay dressed,” he commanded. She sucked in a breath. No, this was no shy boy in the bedroom. He knew exactly what he was doing. She thanked the gods as he started unfastening his jeans and she watched him toe off his shoes and socks before he was gloriously naked before her. He was slim, yes, built like a swimmer. Long and lean, with broad shoulders that hadn’t quite filled out, a torso that just begged to be licked, long, long, long legs and then his cock. She licked her lips as she saw him give a little twitch in her direction. She managed to somehow pull her eyes back up to his and he chuckled. “You look like you want to eat me.” She was up on her knees like a shot, bending over the edge of the bed to take him in her mouth. His huge hand massaged her scalp gently as she deep-throated him. He pulled away and she pouted, but only for a moment before he said, “On your back. Let me play with you while you suck me,” and she almost came again. She turned onto her back and looked back up at him. He reached for her corset and undid first one, then two, then three of the hooks, releasing her breasts. He moaned. “Beautiful,” he muttered. He experimentally pinched first one, then the other nipple, and her deep groan seemed to be what he was looking for, because he smiled. “Oh yes. You like that, don’t you?” She swallowed. “What, uh, what all did you do in college, Sam?” She smirked and reached out to lick his shaft. “Did you experiment?” He smiled. “More than you’d think,” he responded, and the confession went straight to her clit. His hands fisted her breasts as his cock parted her lips. She eagerly sucked him as he fucked her mouth and she felt his hands all over her body. She felt him change his angle to brace himself with one hand on the bed as the other moved her skirt up, up, up her thighs until two fingers were once more thrust into her. She cried out around his cock as he worked her, adding another finger, moving just so until he hit her g-spot. She saw stars as she continued to work him with her mouth and tongue until he pulled away. “I need in you,” he told her and she was only too happy to oblige as she turned once more so her head was on the pillows. He glanced at her nightstand where she had sat out a few condoms. His eyebrow shot up and she shrugged. “I told you I was intuitive.” He chuckled under his breath and grabbed one, ripping it open before sliding it down his cock. She licked her lips. She’d had him in her mouth, but she just couldn’t wait for him to fuck her senseless. He came back to her and slid between her legs. “Are you ready?” “God, yes,” she moaned. He thrust and she felt her eyes roll back in her head. Bliss. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ She woke an hour later, feeling more refreshed than she had in months. She slipped out of bed, showered quickly, and went to find Dean. To her surprise, he was cooking breakfast. He smiled. "I hope you don't mind. I just figured you and Sam would be hungry. You sounded like you worked up quite an appetite." He didn't sound jealous, surprisingly, and she was once more impressed. The man would give up anything for his little brother, even a woman, wouldn't he? She tapped his ass gently and stood on bare-footed tiptoe to whisper in his ear, "Trust me. I meant what I said. There's enough of me to go around." His eyes widened. "I don't think..." She smiled. She liked putting the usually over-confident ladies man off balance. "We'll see," she purred as she reached for the coffee pot and her favorite Hello Kitty mug. He blinked and smiled. "You're nothing but trouble, are you?" She winked. "You know it." She helped him plate the food, and by then, Sam was walking out if her bedroom. He blushed slightly but cleared his throat and sat. "Miya and I found the werewolf." Dean's grin was wicked as he stated, "Pretty damn sure that wasn't the only thing you found this morning." Sam started to open his mouth in response, but Dean just held up a hand. "Say no more. It's cool." The two brothers shared a look, a nod, and Miya smiled once more into her coffee. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ She bit her lip nervously. They’d been gone most of the afternoon and evening. She knew it wasn’t her place to worry, but still, she couldn’t help but worry about them. From what she could find, this werewolf wasn’t one to fuck around with. A violent man as a mortal, Johnny Carpenter could only be worse as a wolf. He’d beaten his wife almost to death and threatened to kill her ailing mother if she told. Miya wished she had gotten wind of his wicked ways before he’d become a wolf. She would have handled it herself. She didn’t like wife beaters or douchebags in general. She was sure she could have given him his just desserts. There was a reason Loki was her favorite god. HIs brand of mischief tended to be right up her alley. The rumble of the Impala coming down the road relaxed her a fraction before she felt it...someone was hurt. One of the boys was hurt. Her mind quickly went from worst case scenario to best and she mentally listed a few of the herbs and linaments she might need. Their heavy footfalls could be heard on the porch and she dashed to the door to throw it open. “Sam!” she cried. “He’s okay, just got clawed. No bites,” Dean managed as he helped his brother into the room. Sam looked pale and as close to unconscious as he could get while still on his feet. “Can I…?” She nodded. “Come. To the guest room. Lay him down on the bed.” She led the way and pushed the quilt from the bed so Sam could lie down on the sheets. Dean helped him lay down and when he pulled away, Miya gasped. Sam’s shirt was torn into ribbons. Deep gouges marked his chest and stomach. “I can stitch him up,” Dean stated. “Just let me…” Miya shook her head. “No, I can do it.” “You know how to stitch up a wound?” he asked, surprised. She put a hand on Sam’s clammy forehead. Now that he was lying down, it seemed he’d finally passed out. “No. But I can do one better.” She looked up at him and their eyes met. Dean’s brows furrowed. “Do you trust me?” she questioned. “Lady, I don’t even know you.” Her eyes narrowed. “I can help him, but it’s...unconventional, for you, in any case.” She stood and walked to the dresser. His jaw ticked. “What?” She didn’t answer save for grabbing a few bottles she kept in the room. This was where she did most of her healing, if she needed to. When she finally had what she needed, she turned back to him and stated, “I’m a witch.” “What?!” She held up a hand. “I don’t hurt anyone. Usually. But I’m a witch. It runs from my father’s side, all the way back to before my ancestors boarded the boat for America. I don’t work from demons, we’ve got real powers. Mine is in healing. I can fix him up, good as new, but I need to you to let me work.” “You can save him?” She nodded. “And we won’t be indebted to a demon? I thought magic wasn’t free.” She smiled. “It’s free if I chose to give it. And I do.” She bent and ran a hand down Sam’s face. He was starting to get a fever already. That was never good. “To someone you’ve…” she cleared her throat. “Well, I suppose there was a reason it was Sam I was with last night. I can fix him up, not to worry.” He eyed her speculatively for a moment and she sighed. “I help him, he gets better. I don’t help him? He’ll eventually mend, but it will be tough. I can just stitch up his wounds, you can go steal some antibiotics and painkillers, be on your way, that’s fine. But I know you well enough to realize, you would do anything for him. Have done anything for him. So? What’s it going to be.” His jaw ticked once more. He blew a breath out of his nose. He leaned back against the wall and crossed his arms. “Fix him. But if you hurt him...well, let’s just say you wouldn’t be the first damn witch I ganked.” Her mouth pursed but she remained silent as she nodded and began her work. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It was another long night. She was going on an hour’s worth of sleep and the spellwork always took it out of her, but finally, as night hit its darkest, she blew out a breath and stepped away from Sam’s sleeping form. “There. He’ll be better now. He just needs to sleep it off.” “Good,” Dean bit out. It was the first word he’d spoken since he threatened her life. She watched him turn and storm out of the room. “Oh no he doesn’t,” she muttered as she followed him. She heard the screen door slam and knew he’d gone out to his car. She followed and stomped down the steps after him. He was digging through the trunk of the car. “Looking for a knife? A machete? A gun? Planning on killing me now that I’ve helped you?!” “I’m thinking about it!” he yelled. He turned and pointed the etched chrome gun at her. She crossed her arms in anger as she relaxed back ever so slightly. “Please. You’re not going to kill me.” “Give me one good reason.” “Besides the fact I just saved Sam’s life?” They stood there a few moments, facing off before he eased his stance and tossed the gun back into the trunk. He pulled out a bottle of whiskey and downed a generous swallow before he tossed it to her. She caught it and drank a sip, wincing at the burn. She sighed. “What do you want, Dean?” “I don’t…” he shook his head. “I don’t know.” She screwed the cap back on the bottle and carried it over to him. He slammed the trunk shut and propped up against the side of the car. He took the bottle and drank again before he looked at her. “You don’t look like a witch.” Her eyebrow rose as she leaned against the car as well. “Clearly you need to check your intuition, because it sucks.” He let out a belly laugh. “Yeah, guess you’re right.” He handed her the bottle back and she took it, drank from it, and passed it back. She was more than a little tired now, but she knew she couldn’t go to sleep yet. She was tired, yes, but she was also keyed up from their argument, and though the magic wore on her, it always sent a charge running through her. One she usually satiated with sex. She licked her lips as she looked over at him. He was drinking again, and it was the first time in history she had ever been jealous of a bottle. The way his pillowy lips caressed the glass, the way his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, the tight grip his large hand had on the bottle… She blinked and licked her lips once more. “What do you want?” she repeated softly into the night. “You,” he answered finally. “All you have to do is ask.” “You and Sam…” “...had a dalliance,” she replied. “No more, no less.” She walked in front of him and took the bottle from his hands, dropping it gently to the ground. “My brand of magic works better if I have a...physical connection to someone. I could perform magic for you, yes, but if we had touched, held hands, shared a moment of intimacy, it works better.” “Like a crossroads deal? You kiss a demon, you get your wish?” She shook her head. “No. Not exactly, although, I suppose if you wanted to over simplify it, then yes, but that isn’t what I do. I’m not asking for anything in return. I’m a familial witch. My gift runs through my veins. And while I could ask for payment, I don’t, or at least, I didn’t from you. I freely gave my gift to Sam, not because we had sex, but because I care about your cause. I may not go out and hunt monsters like you do, but I care. And that makes a difference.” “And this?” he asked, moving his hand back and forth between them. “Us?” She shrugged and gave him a soft smirk. “Another dalliance.” “You know it’s weird, you being with all three of us.” She shrugged again. “Like I told Sam, I’m a sexual creature, Dean. Don’t hate me for that. If you don’t want me, all you have to do is say ‘no’ and I’ll step off.” “I didn’t say that,” he countered. She looked down a moment before she got to her knees before him. She wished they were somewhere other than her gravel driveway, but then, the stones biting into her knees through the thin fabric of her skirt gave her a jolt of excitement as well. She looked up at him from under her lashes as her hands touched him over his jeans. “Do you want me?” she whispered. “Do you want this?” He took in a deep breath and nodded mutely. That was all the encouragement she needed as she quickly unfastened his jeans and went to work. His hands rubbed her hair gently, tangling ever so slightly in her short curls. She gave him a tentative lick before she all but swallowed him whole. His flavor was different than Sam’s, but still just as delicious. His cock was built like him, thick, and though it was not quite as long as Sam’s, he made up for it in girth. She couldn’t wait for him to fuck her with it. She took her time sucking him almost to the edge before she backed off and took him back up. She was more than willing to swallow him but he pushed her off of him with a growl. He hauled her to her feet and in a move that surprised and thrilled her, bent her over the hood of the car. She gasped out a breath as his hands went to hers, pulling them up over her head to rest on the cool hood. “Keep those there,” he ordered and she felt another tingle lance its way through her. She swallowed hard as she felt his hands move to lift her skirt and she heard a ri-i-i-i-p as her panties were torn off of her. Suddenly his breath was against her ear as he stated, “Hope you don’t mind. I like to keep souvenirs,” and she almost came from the thought. He stepped away from her and she felt the cool air on her ass. She briefly wondered what she looked like, bent over, ass out on display, against the gorgeous car and she smiled a little. She had wanted to have sex in the car, but she supposed on it would work just as well. She jumped as his broad hand slapped her rear. “What the hell?” she couldn’t help but to ask. She glanced over her shoulder at him and he was smirking. “You seem like the kind of person that likes a spanking.” Her mouth fell open. “Really? I didn’t expect that from you, Dean. I thought you’d be...gentler.” He was back on her in an instant, his hands roaming as he whispered in her ear, “But you don’t want gentle tonight, do you, Miya? You want me to fuck you against my car, don’t you? Want me to do all sorts of nasty things to you, don’t you?” “Yes,” she panted. He moved away again and growled, “Don’t move. You move, I jack off while you watch. And you get nothing.” She contemplated moving, just to watch him. She bet he was glorious as he fucked himself, but greed won out. She needed him in her. Now. So she remained still. She felt the heat of him move closer and this time, she was prepared as he slapped her ass. “Are you a bad girl?” “Yes!” she cried. Smack. “You lied to me.” “I’m sorry.” Smack. “No, you’re not.” “No, I’m not,” she responded. She wouldn’t be sorry for any of this. Even when she was a hundred, she would relive this night in her mind. Once more, his hand struck her ass, but then it stayed and began massaging. She moaned at the sensation as she felt his other hand reach between her legs to fondle her clit. “What do you like?” he asked her. “Anything,” she cried. “Everything. Just...please!” His hand moved a bit quicker as he took her almost to the edge...and stopped. She let out a growl of frustration as he pulled away. It seemed as though he was gone forever before he slapped her ass one more time, and slid into her only a moment later. “Fuck!” she cried out as she clenched around him, her orgasm rocketing through her. She had never felt so alive. The cool September air rushing around them, the feel of the cold metal, warming to her touch against her cheek, the feel of his huge hands everywhere on her, pinching, grabbing, squeezing, massaging, his legs against hers as he thrust over and over again… He reached and grabbed her hands, forcing them behind her back and again, she felt that thrill run through her as he tugged, lifting her slightly, changing the angle of his thrusts and she cried out as she came again. He left her hands behind her as his own hands traveled to the front of her body to fondle her breasts. He tugged and they both spilled out of the top of her corset. “Look at you,” he panted as he thrust. “You’re wrecked for me. You need this, don’t you? Need my cock in you, don’t you?” “Yes!” she screamed. “Fuck me!” He pulled out and turned her so she was facing him. His mouth dove to her chest, biting, nipping, sucking, as he reached for her ass to sit her on the hood before he plunged back into her. She grabbed his neck, his shoulders, anywhere she could find purchase as he continued the torturous assault on her breasts. He wrapped her legs around his waist as he bent her back as far as he dared, and she sensed what he needed as she put her arms down so she could rest on her elbows. She had never had her tits worshiped in quite such a way as he sat inside her, waiting, twitching every now and again, driving her mad with want and need. She needed him to move. Needed...more. She whined and he pulled his head up to smirk at her. “Don’t worry. I’m not done. I just needed to give these gorgeous titties some love and attention.” “Fine. Smother yourself in them later, after you get me off again,” she growled. He laughed and pulled her mouth to his for a gentle kiss. It was the first time their lips had touched. She sighed as they caressed her own. She had wondered if they would be as soft as she dreamed, and they were. Like two pillows massaging her gently, she felt, in this moment, cherished. His hand on her chin, his lips on hers, being connected to him not only by lips, but by sex, she felt tears prick her eyes. He pulled away and smiled as his hands dove to her hips, pulling her toward him as he once more began thrusting. She gasped out a breath at the change of pace and held onto his forearms as he pounded into her. She knew he had to be close and she felt her own orgasm approaching as his fingers once more moved to toy with her clit. He pinched, rolled, and rubbed until… “Holy fucking shit!” she cried as she came. He followed only moments behind her. She fell back against the hood, sated and spent. “My gods…” she murmured. His head had traveled to her breasts and she felt his hot breath on her skin as he tried to regulate his breathing. She chuckled lightly as she ran a hand through his short hair. “Thank you,” she told him. He lifted his head and smiled almost bashfully at her. “Uh...you’re welcome.” She giggled and he straightened, pulled away, and removed the condom she hadn’t even thought to ask him about. He reached into the car and pulled out a few napkins from a fast-food joint. He balled the condom in one and handed her a few. “Here?” he offered. She giggled again. “Thanks, but I think I’ll take a shower, call it a night. The other guest bedroom is made up for you.” “Don’t want me sleeping with you?” he asked, and he almost sounded hurt. She reached up and took his face in her hand. “I didn’t want it to be weird. I’d love for you to sleep with me, Dean.” He smiled softly. “That shower big enough for the two of us?” She gave him a wicked grin. “Let’s go find out.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ She woke before he did the next morning, and she dressed quickly before she went to go check on her patient. Sam was perfectly healed and appeared to just be sleeping, so she left to put on some coffee. Dean was waiting for her with her favorite cup already filled with the nectar of the gods. She took a sip and hummed in appreciation as it flowed down into her belly. “That’s the ticket. Thank you.” He winked and set to making breakfast. As with the morning before, they were plating the food and just sitting down when Sam walked out. “Do I want to know how I’m better already?” She smiled over the rim of her cup. “I’m just that good,” she told him. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The soft June winds blew her hair into her face as she stared out over the ocean. The move to Maine hadn’t been planned, but it had been good for her. She had needed this change of pace, and Dean’s stack of credit cards he’d left had certainly helped her realize her dream to move out of the town so many bad things had happened to her in. She hadn’t heard from Sam or Dean again. Hadn’t planned on it. It had been years since she’d seen either of them. Oh, she had scryed and checked in on them a few times, not liking what she had seen, but she couldn’t interfer. That wasn’t part of the plan. No, she couldn’t help them in any way. It was a shame, she wished she could. But she had made a promise. And that promise was walking up to her now. “Mama? Can Jackson spend the night with us after my birthday party tomorrow?” She smiled at her son. Today was his sixth birthday. With light brown hair and green eyes, she would never be exactly sure which of the brothers was his father, but it didn’t really matter. She had a gift to care for, to nurture into the next generation of hunters. And that was what she was planning on doing. “Sure, Henry. Go ahead and ask his mom. I’m sure she’ll be fine with it.” “Okay! Thanks!” he gushed as he wrapped his arms around her. She hugged him for all she was worth and then watched him run off to his friend on the playground with a smile. No, she would never regret her time with the Winchester boys. 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The Hand That Reaches for God -Chapter 18

Chapter Eighteen

“You are my sun, my moon, and all of my stars.” - E.E. Cummings

-26 Days After-

Emerson turned away from him, gripping the edge of the wall. She shimmied down side, her foot hooking in the crack that they used to get up in the first place.

“It isn’t ruined. How can you say it’s already ruined?” Dean asked, staring at her hard.

Her feet hit the ground.

“Em, hey, wait.” His feet hit the ground behind her, and he reached out a hand for her.

“What, Dean?” She asked, turning to him. “What?”

“You really think that it’s over? Because of this? Because of Lis?”

“Dean have you ever thought that it isn’t supposed to be like this?”

He frowned and stepped toward her, but she stepped away. Distance was best for them, she decided.

“Like what?” He asked quietly.

“So goddamn hard? It isn’t supposed to be this hard... all of this back and forth. The will they won’t they. Dean, it isn’t supposed to hurt like this. It isn’t like this for Pheli and Sam.”

“We aren’t Pheli and Sam.”

“I know.” Emerson said, but it sounded to Dean like she didn’t know. She couldn’t know, because if she knew, then wouldn’t she know that being Ophelia and Sam wasn’t the goal? They were the goal. Him and her. There was no one else he would rather be. “But since we are us... we will always be this way. We will always be in the in between. You said I was the sky, in not so many words. But you’ve only ever looked at the sky at night. I’ve only let you see it at night. If you’re going to be with someone you can’t be with them half way, you know? I’m not blaming you. It isn’t your fault. It isn’t Lisa... I just see her, and I know that with her you could have all of it. You’ll never have that with me. So it’s better that it all ends now, before it ever really begins. I can’t give you the day and the night. I can’t, and I won’t.”

She turned away to hide the pain on her face. Endings were always the hardest part, and they’d always been running downhill toward this end. She knew it from the beginning. She was tripping and falling the whole way down.

“Em, wait.”

“What?” She asked before turning her head. “What else could you possibly have to say?”

He wanted to fight. He knew that’s what Sam would do. He wouldn’t walk away, but Sam was a goddamn doormat. Emerson was right. They weren’t Ophelia and Sam. If she didn’t want to be with him he couldn’t make her. He wouldn’t make her. All pushing does is hurt. He didn’t want to hurt her anymore than he already had. “Nothing.” He forced a smile, like everything inside wasn’t crumbling. As if a small breeze wouldn’t make him fall apart. “Just wanted to make sure you’d still be around. Just in the normal way. Friends and all that.”

“Of course I will be around. You’re Dean. Don’t think I can completely cut you out. That’d be wrong.”

“And you’re Emerson.”

“Just like I always was.” She turned her head again to go, but he stopped her one last time.

“Sky is beautiful tonight though, ain’t it?”

“Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and you always did have pretty eyes, Dean Winchester.”

She shut the book, just like that, and he let her. He released the line between them, and when she walked away he didn’t stop her. He just watched her disappear back toward the camp, his hand over his chest, as if the pressure would stop his heart from breaking.

****

“Phel we need to talk.” Emerson said, stepping into the tent. It was dark inside, but she could make out her sister from the lantern that was lit.

“I see you got out of the tent today.” Pheli said with a wide smile. “I’m really glad.”

“We need to talk.”

“Jeez, okay. You’ve got your serious face on, what’s up?”

“You said... you said you took care of it. What do you mean by that, Phel?”

Ophelia pulled her knees to her chest. “You really want to get into this?”

“I do.” Emerson frowned. “What? You thought I’d just accept that answer with a grain of salt and never bring it up again?”

“I kind of hoped you would.”

“What did you do, Ophelia?” Emerson asked, lowering herself to a seated position in front of her sister. She took Pheli’s hands in her own. “Tell me.”

“I... I took care of him. I want on a supply run with some of the guys...”

“You did what? Are you fucking crazy? When?”

“This morning.”

Emerson’s head throbbed. She knew that there was a huge chance that she could’ve lost her sister while she was asleep, while she was talking to Lisa. It made her want to throw up. “That was really fucking stupid.”

“That’s exactly why I didn’t tell you I volunteered. I’m capable, Em.”

“It isn’t about being capable! This isn’t the school musical or a homecoming committee, Phel. This is life and death.”

“You think I don’t know that?” Pheli hissed through clenched teeth. “I know that. Trust me.” She instinctively rubbed the hand print scar on her ankle from where she was grabbed.

Emerson let the anger that welled up inside of her calm a bit. Everything was okay. Pheli came out unscathed as far as she could tell. “So, you went on a supply run. Then what happened?”

“I was partners with Gordon. I wanted to confront him.”

Em curled her hands into fists, her nails digging into her palms as her heart rate skyrocketed. “You could’ve been hurt.”

“I was armed.”

“So was he, and he’s strong Phel...”

Pheli reached forward and grabbed her sisters hands. “I know, Em. I just... he needed to pay.”

She nodded and wiped the tears off her cheek with the back of her hand. “You were partners.”

“We went up to the roof and he latched the door. He wanted to talk.”

“About what?”

“He assumed I was there to confront him. He just... he said horrible things, Em. He is a disgusting person. I just... I had my gun and suddenly I hit him. I was pointing it at him.” She pressed her lips together, her hands trembling.

“You killed him.”

Pheli avoided her eyes.

“Phel you killed him? My god.” Emerson covered her mouth and stood up. She paced for a second before turning back to her sister. “I didn’t want... I just can’t believe... god...”

“I wanted to protect you.” Pheli was crying now. Her hands were shaking. “I knew what I had to do. He would’ve done it again...”

“I am an adult, Phel. I can handle my own problems! I can’t believe you did this... confronted him. That was so risky, and what about now? What happens now?”

“I know you can, but you’d do it for me. We protect each other. I just saw you so broken... he ruined everything. You were finally happy, and Dean keeps begging me to see you...”

“That’s over.” Emerson crossed her arms.

“I hoped... I hoped getting rid of Gordon would change that.”

“It isn’t just about him.” She said, wincing at the sound of his name. She knew that she wouldn’t be sleeping that night. “Dean and I... not everyone gets happily ever after. It’s just not in the cards. I couldn’t give him enough of me before the assault. Now there’s nothing left to give. He deserves more than that.”

“You deserve more than this.”

Emerson locked eyes with her sister. “I do.” She agreed. “But people keep taking my choices away from me. So I’m just left with this. This is the end, Phel. It’s time we just accept that.”

****

“How’d it go?” Sam asked his brother as he walked up to their original tree. Sam sat below it, cleaning their guns. He didn’t know what else to do with his time. He had a new sensation for the first time since being pre-law, he was bored.

“It’s over, man.” Dean said, slumping down next to his brother.

“Over?”

“Yup. C’est la vie.”

Sam put down the piece he was cleaning and turned toward Dean. “That’s bullshit. No way.”

“You like to hear me repeat myself, Sammy? Come on, give a guy a break.” He pinched the bridge of his nose. He was getting a headache.

“What happened?”

“Dunno. She claims that it’s not about Lis. She said she doesn’t want it. She doesn’t want me. Can’t make her want me, man, no matter how much I want her to.”

“I just... after all this time, man, I was sure that she wanted to be with you. I thought the back and forth was just a game. I really did.”

Dean sighed. “So did I. Deep down, ya know? Just me thinkin I’m not good enough and her pushin me away. Maybe she was keeping me at arms length, because she really wanted me to stay away from her? I can’t take a fuckin hint, apparently.”

“Maybe Phel can...”

“Nah. I don’t want her to. I want to respect Em’s choices. I should be the good guy, for once.”

Sam slapped his brothers shoulder and squeezed. “You’re always a good guy, Dean. Pain in the ass, but you’re a good guy. What about Lisa?”

“What about her?”

“She still wants you. That’s pretty obvious.”

“I don’t want her, though.” Dean said, digging in his jacket for his flask. There wasn’t much left, but being rejected so completely made him ache for something to numb his senses, even for just a second. “She’s not the one. She never was the one.”

-5 Years Before-

It was Emerson’s first day of senior year. Sam woke up early and surprised Pheli with breakfast, it was their first day tradition. That left Emerson to a cold breakfast burrito and a languid walk to school. It wasn’t a big deal. She could’ve taken the bus, but she had a lot to mull over. Her head still pounded from the party on the pier. She wrapped her arms around herself. She’d done such a good job of keeping Dean out of the soft places within her, but somehow he still got in. He wiggled in through the cracks and made them bigger. She was spilling out of them.

She turned a corner toward the school when she felt a yank on her backpack, sending her flying backwards. She screamed, high and quick from shock. Her back was pressed against a tree, and when her eyes finally focused she saw that she was nose to nose with Dean Winchester. “Christ!” She said, slapping his chest. “You scared me.”

“Em.”

“Dean?”

“Skip school today.”

She frowned, eyeing him. “It’s my first day. I can’t.”

“It’s your first day, you can.” He insisted, eagerly. “You won’t have any homework. You won’t miss anything.”

She could smell cigarettes on his breath and it made her nose curl up. “I might. I can’t skip.”

“You can.” He sighed, resting his palm next to her head. “But you won’t.”

“Yeah, okay. I won’t. What’s so wrong with that? I value my education... I value...” My heart. She thought, selfishly.

“I get it.” He sighed, moving his arm back to his side.

She grabbed his forearm and bore her eyes into his. “Why do you want me to skip today?”

His tongue darted out across his bottom lip, like he was trying to find the right words. “I’m runnin out of time, okay?”

Emerson couldn’t help but smile. His eyes looked so green next to the grass and the leaves from the tree. The nature framed him like a picture. “And you couldn’t get any of your other girlfriends to spend the day with you?”

He frowned, his eyebrows coming together. “Don’t have any other girlfriends.”

“You? Come on, Dean. You don’t have to keep pretending...”

“Whose pretending?”

She let go of his forearm, his skin white for a beat as her tight grip disappeared. “Why me? Can’t be just because of Phel and Sam.”

He smiled, letting out a breath. “You... it’s you, because when we were kids, I tried to touch your butt, and you punched me in the face. You broke my goddamn nose. You were this little scrappy thing with braces. You didn’t take my shit, and you don’t take it now. You’re just special, Em.”

She searched his face and as far as she could tell he was being genuine. “One day.” She agreed. “Just fucking one. So don’t screw it up.”

“Yes m’am.” He said with a grin, taking her hand in his. He lead her to the Impala and opened the passenger door for her.

She slid in and tossed her backpack into the backseat. He slid in next to her and started the car. “Where are we going?” She asked him.

“It’s called a surprise, Em.”

She rolled her eyes. “I hate surprises, Dean.”

“Lighten up.” He popped in a cassette tape and sang along.

Emerson smiled and kicked off her converse, placing her bare feet on the dash. She rolled down the window and let the warm air cover her. She wasn’t the kind of girl that went with the flow, but she decided that day would be different.

He got on the highway near the beach and drove along the coast. Emerson breathed in the warm, salty air. She turned and caught him looking at her. “What?”

“I like you like this.”

“Like what?”

“Relaxed. It’s a good look on you.”

Emerson waived him off dismissively and turned back to the blue of the ocean. She could look at it forever. She always felt the most at peace near the water. She closed her eyes, to let the heat of the sun soak into her skin, and the ocean waves rock her to sleep.

“Hey.” Dean whispered. “We’re here.”

“Hm?” She asked, sitting up slowly, blinking. Where the hell was she?

She looked around. They were on a bridge in what looked like the middle of nowhere. She squinted at Dean, and then it all came back to her. He convinced her to skip school. Shit. She sat up straight, alarmed. “Where are we?”

“Come on.” He said, with a smile. He offered her a hand, as he got out of the car.

He guided her out to the bridge where she found more people gathered at the edge of the bridge. They were strapping a man around his ankles and hips. “What’s going on?” Emerson asked.

“Ready!” The man said, with a huge grin, as he hoisted himself over the railing of the bridge.

Emerson’s eyes widened and she grabbed Deans hand instinctively. “What the...”

The man screamed as he let himself tumble over the edge. Emerson let go of Deans hand and ran to the edge. She watched the man dive down, dip into the river and bounce back up from the bungee cord. He was laughing hysterically and wiggling.

“Oh my god.” She exhaled in relief. Dean appeared behind her, resting a hand on her lower back.

“Amazing, ain’t it?”

“Incredible.”

“We’re next.” He grinned.

“Excuse me?” She looked at him with horror.

Dean pushed her hair behind her ears and held her face. “You weren’t scared to jump this weekend.”

“That wasn’t this high up.”

“I’ll be right there with you. Do it with me, Em. Let’s just do something fucking crazy.”

The breeze off the river was cool. It was September, but the heat of the Summer lingered well into October. Emerson stepped into her hip harness and allowed herself to be strapped in. Her ankles were pressed together and strapped in place. She wrapped her arms around Dean after he snapped their hips together. They stood on the ledge outside of the bridge, up against the railing. His strong arms held them in place.

“I can’t believe you talked me into this.” She said, looking up at him.

He smiled brightly, his eyes lighting up. “You’re telling me.”

Somehow anything felt possible in that moment. Emerson half expected him to sprout wings and fly away. The breeze tickled her cheek, and she gripped his shirt in her fingers. Their eyes locked, and she thought that she would kiss him. She thought that maybe she finally would give in. She raised her heels, hearing their hip gear jangle between them as she slowly closed the space between them.

He was crazy. He was wild and unpredictable. He wasn’t like Sam. Things with him were complicated and mixed up, but when she was so close to him, things just made sense. She wasn’t the girl who had to take care of her mom. She didn’t have to shoulder the responsibilities of an impossible disease and a sister who needed a parent more than ever. She didn’t have to be the angry, guarded girl whose father walked out and took away her trust. She was just a girl. She was completely herself.

Their lips were a breath apart when Dean let go of the railing. They fell backwards, and his arms wrapped around her tightly. It was a fast fall, despite the height, she screamed, and he laughed. Their lips brushed from the impact of the fall. It wasn’t a kiss. It wasn’t anything, really. It was a reaction, chained onto another action.

Their heads dipped below the water and they came out laughing and swinging by their ankles. “That was incredible!” She shouter, squeezing him tightly. “That was amazing, god I could just...”

“Just what?” He asked, looking into her eyes. He was still grinning widely and panting from the breath that was ripped from his chest.

“I...”

Dean reached down and uncoupled their ankles, causing them to fall into the river. She came up, breaking the water, and she spit some at him. “Hey, ass!”

He smiled at her warmly. “Come on. I heard there are leaches in this river.” He said, swimming toward the shore.

“What?” She squealed, swimming after him.

“Just kidding.” He laughed as he settled onto the bank of the river.

“You’re such an ass.” She complained, settling down next to him.

“So I’ve heard.” He grinned, laying on his back and staring at the sky.

Emerson followed his lead and laid on her back. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For bringing me. I wouldn’t have done that in a million years.”

“You gotta keep doin that, Em.”

“Jumping off bridges?” She laughed.

“Taking risks. I don’t want you to live in shell.” He reached forward and poked your side. “You look alive.”

“What do I normally look like?” She asked him, propping herself up on her elbows. “A zombie?”

“Kinda.” He laughed.

“You’re just asking to get your nose broken again, Winchester.” She eyed him.

“No.” He said, rolling onto his side. “Just want you to be happy.”

“I am happy.” She assured him. “In this moment... I am happy.”

Dean rolled back over and looked at the sky. He rested on his arm like a pillow, watching the clouds.

Emerson watched him. There was a peace in him that she hadn’t seen before, and she suddenly wished it could always be like that. She missed him so deeply in that moment. She mourned for the moment in time that she possessed. So mourned it before she even let it pass. Her heart ached, because she knew that they would never be able to replicate that day that they spent by the river. Her heart ached, because she knew in that moment that she would never love another person like she loved Dean Winchester.

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