#sorry to tell you this but dean's taste in men is 'ugly' or at least 'not conventionally attractive'

[castiellesbian]

"yeah sure dean is bi but i draw the line at him dating an ugly guy"

[hozierandco]

Sam Fender x Reader / call me lover

Friends to lovers. Lots of fluff.

Plot: Y/N and Sam have been friends for as long as they can remember but growing up has led them to grow apart. There are many things they have to tell one another.

The thing with kids is that they grow up. Too quickly, with too much silence surrounding them.

Sam was a boy, Y/N was a girl but to one another, they were just friends. They had known each other for as long as they could recall and had not doubted one second that they were just friends. Of course, there were the subtle questions from their parents, the hesitation when Sam would spend the night at Y/N's but their parents too knew it was just friendship.

Although they agreed that with all the secrets and trust they shared, they would be the best of couples, they thought it to be too pure to be broken.

Their friends too believed that it would inevitably happen, that they would end up together. Of all people, Dru was the most persistent on the matter. He had known Y/N for a longer time than Sam since Y/N's mother was the doula and a close friend to Drew's. Therefore, the two of them considered each other as siblings.

He  liked to tease Sam to make him confess a crush he would have on Y/N. To no avail.

And then, there had been Y/N's first boyfriend when she was 15. At a time in his life when he was still playing Fifa in his room when he was not toying with his piano, he had to endure his best friend clung to her boyfriend's arm.

For the first time, he felt repulsed by the sight of Y/N but mostly by that of the Alex Turner wannabe her heart had fallen for. He began writing about love and deception though he had no reason to have known either.

Of course, the idyll was cut short with Alex Turner #2 coming back from summer camp without his virginity anymore, exploit he felt the need to share with the whole school.

Sam and Drew had come to Y/N's rescue the day at school and together, they had eaten pizza and waited for Y/N's tears to disappear. It was the world against them from now on, and nothing could change that.

Sam had worked his ass off to make Y/N proud and had done all he could for his A-levels. In spite of all the intensity and long hours of going over Horatio Nelson and the Boer War with Y/N, he gave up and started working in a pub. He was to be a musician, no matter what.

His fingers got crooked because of his guitar, his voice sore but at last, he was given a festival to play at. Drew would be there too of course.

As for Y/N, she had started working in an architect's office while studying at the local Uni.

Things got so fast. The kids grew and were soon overwhelmed with new responsibilities. Y/N had a new life for herself and Sam was about to tour before releasing his debut album. When he found out that a label had signed him up, the three friends along with Dean and Joe had screamed their lungs out.

It had come out of the blue that Joe fancied Y/N and it had also come out of the blue that Sam didn't like this turn of event.

The tour meant that they would not see each other for at least half a year as Sam's studio was in London. They had never been away from one another for so long so the day Sam left North Shields, it felt like the soil was crumbling under her feet.

Y/N informed herself of Sam's whereabouts through Dru as Sam didn't reply to her texts. Dru was regularly implying to his friend that he should call her every now and then, but he was always "too busy". Just like that, silent formed around them.

"Sam, call her", Dru begged one more time.

Sam sighed. He did not dare calling her, he felt as though he had let time rule his emotions. The more distance he put between them, the harder it was to think of something to say. Sure, he was busy but he always had been busy.

"You know what day it is today, don't you?"

Sam stared with round eyes at Dru.

"It's her bloody birthday, Sam. Just call her, okay?"

Dru had taken Sam's phone from his coat that was lying on the floor and forced Sam to take it.

Sam went to the room, right next to where he was and dialled Y/N's number, ending up on the voicemail "Hi! I hope that the voicemail just indicates that you're getting hammered somewhere and I also wish you a happy birthday. I'm sorry I didn't call earlier, I wish I could make it up to you. I miss you and I love you"

It was not until the message got sent that he realised what he had just said. Sam knew that opening up always led him to say too much and he couldn't take the risk to lose Y/N.

"What's wrong?" Dru asked when he saw Sam visibly agitated.

"I screwed up"

"You just had one call to make, how can you screw up a call?"

"I said something I shouldn't have. I told her that I loved her"

"As in I love you?"

"Yeah, I mean it's not something we say to each other"

"And do you? Love her?"

"Yes, Dru. I think I do. I think I always loved her"

"Well then, you haven't screwed up. You've just made things easier"

Days went by without a word from Y/N and Sam to pass time was playing with his phone a couple of times a day, not knowing what or if he should write to her. But then it got worrying, he feard that something had happened to her.

"D'you have news of Y/N?", he confronted Dru one night.

"She didn't say that she loves you back, huh?"

"She hasn't said anything at all, in fact. Is she alright?"

"That's odd. Yeah, she's fine, I just got a text from her, not even ten minutes ago. I can ask her to reach out for you if you want"

Dru is a magician as not only five minutes later, Sam's phone buzzed.

Y/N: Dru said you called on my birthday. My phone was off, you should have left a message... Sam: I did! You didn't listen to it? Y/N: I didn't get anything... Sam: Can I call you now? Y/N: No, not tonight. I'll call you tomorrow morning, good? Sam: Yes :)

Sam was not a morning person but he woke up as early as he could. He waited and finally she called. On FaceTime. She looked radiant, unlike him who severely lacked of sleep.

"Hey!"

Bring the tone down, Fender, Sam thought. You're gonna freak her out.

"Hi, sorry I couldn't call you yesterday. It's good to see you"

Just like that, one moving still of Sam was enough to have her mood lit up.

"So, can't make a voicemail work, huh?" Y/N joked around.

"I promise you, it worked. I don't know what happened but it's good I get to tell you like that"

"Tell me what?"

"Well, first that I'm sorry I've been an idiot lately. It's just that I've missed you so much and I wanted to see you and I couldn't stop thinking of you all the time"

An unfamiliar noise of a plate falling.

"Garlic's going on an adventure?" Sam referred to Y/N's cat that was known to be the clumsiest cat on Earth and that Sam had helped naming six years prior.

The distraction was much needed as Sam was blushing and it started showing on camera.

"Let me just go somewhere quieter"

As Y/N left her living room for her bedroom, Sam saw the silhouette of a man trying to assemble the splinters the plate had left behind.

"Sorry for that. What were you saying?"

"Nothing. I'm just sorry I didn't call you earlier and I hoped that you had a great birthday..."

"You sure there was nothing else"

"Yeah, yeah I'm sure"

The two of them chatted for another 5 minutes when the conversatio became awkward.

Y/N was certain when she hung up that Sam was about to reveal his feelings. And she would have let him. In fact, she would have revealed hers as well.

But Dan had to be in the way. Or was it Ian? Stan? Y/N had always done this. When she was thinking of Sam too much, she was collecting men to share the night with.

She never got attached to anybody but liked to wake up by a man's side.

A few weeks later, Dru called Y/N with good news.

"We've got some rest from the tour. We'll be at Shields for a month or so. I cannot wait to see you again, little sister!"

Y/N had set her mind to meet them at the train station from where she would get in the tour bus with them. Since Sam's aborted declaration, Y/N had not gotten any news from him and was not taking any.

When the van arrived and its doors opened, Dru ran to Y/N and hugged her "Ah, come here, you!"

There was a new face amongst the original team.

"Hi, I'm Lisa" the stranger introduced herself. By gazing that her hand was in Sam's, Y/N took a wild guess that the two of them were a thing.

"Nice to finally meet you. You're the 5th Beatle or so it seems. The boys could not shut up about you"

Y/N grinned at Dru and fainted a smile towards Sam. Unfortunately, she couldn't say as much for Lisa and blamed Dru to have kept it a secret.

Lisa was gorgeous, it was undeniable. Her posh accent had made the journey with her and contrasted with hers and the boys'. As long as Sam is happy, I'm happy, Y/N tried to convince herself as she got in the van.

"So, pub?" Dru asked. It was not even 5 pm but the idea seemed to everyone's taste.

"I'll join you later if that's alright. Joe, can you drop me off? I've got a few things to do before I join"

"You alright?" Dru whispered at her as he was seated next to her in the back of the van.

"Yeah, I'm fine" but as she answered, she stared a little too long at Lisa and her brown curls, her tanned skin and her perfect Julia Roberts smile.

"It's Lisa, huh? I don't like her either. Too posh for Sammy"

"I've never said I didn't like her"

"Then what?" Dru hesitated and then exclaimed "Oh!"

As he had nearly shouted, all of the boys and Lisa turned around to laugh at his looks of bewilderment.

Dru shushed himself down as his friends took the piss at him "Finally got the epiphany that you're ugly, Michael?" Dean mocked him.

As Dru brushed the joke and everything went back to normal, he went on with his whispering "You fancy Sam?"

Y/N simply nodded which got Dru leaning back in his seat, stirred by the confession.

"There, you go, princess" Joe stated as he had parked right in front of Y/N's flat.

They all greeted Y/N goodbye and agreed that they would see each other at 7. Sam did not dare looking at her in the eye. He knew he should have said something about Lisa but he had not come around it, why would he since she had her own life now?

As she opened the door, Y/N started tearing up a little, stunned by all the events. She seized her phone and sent a text.

By 6.15, the intercom rang. Y/N had changed into a wrap dress made of sequins and black heels.

"Hey!", she exclaimed to the man who was waiting by the door. This one was Chris, a chap she had seen some days prior. He reminded her of Alfred Enoch somehow with his chiseled jaw and round cheeks. Y/N didn't feel like being alone tonight and Chris was good company.

"Y/N, here!" Joe informed as he was in charge of getting a new round of drinks "By the table over there. Oh hi" he said to the stranger "I'm Joe"

Chris was by far the best-dressed man there as, clearly not familiar to pubs, he was wearing an open white shirt over brown chinos.

Dru and Tom made some space for Y/N and Chris to sit once Y/N had introduced everyone to her date.

The conversation was very much alive by 8 except for the fact that Lisa and Chris felt left out as it was all about childhood memories and family-related topics.

Sam was all eyes for Y/N. It was as though nothing awkward had ever happened between them and as though they were kids all over again.

In an effort to include Chris in the night's ambiance, Y/N asked him to dance with her. She hoped by that that she could get a reaction from Sam as dancing was THEIR thing.

At her birthday parties, they were always the two ones inventing silly dance moves on cheap Eurodance. As teens, they would always wiggle at gigs while the rest of the audience would look at them tenderly.

"I should get going. I've got a meeting in the morning" Chris let Y/N know as a song by Marvin Gaye ended. It was only 10 pm but Y/N didn't hold him back.

"C'mon, Sam. Invite her to dance, you're dreaming of it" Lisa rushed him. "She's your best friend after all"

What if he didn't want to be her best friend anymore?

Sam got up and joined Y/N. Tonight, he would tell her the truth. Not tomorrow, tonight.

"May I accompany you?"

"Yes, you may. Lisa's not into dancing?"

"I don't know but I'm into dancing with you"

"He's in love with her, isn't he?" Lisa asked Dru who had just ordered more drinks.

"Yeah, I think he is.. I'm sorry"

"Don't be, it's no big deal. Sam and I were just fooling around anyway. She's sweet, just what he needs"

"They just have to admit it now"

"So, Chris.. You two are together for long?" Sam asked.

"No, I mean technically we're not together. We've met twice with tonight"

"He seems nice"

"Yeah, I suppose. You and Lisa?"

"About the same: couple of weeks, nothing too serious"

"What did you mean to tell me last time?"

"Last time?"

"Yeah, you were saying that you missed me and all"

"Well, yeah. Touring without you sucked. I've missed you every fucking day. I want to be with you all the time. It's always been like that me and you"

"I missed you too, Sam"

The song had changed.

"What I'm about to say could ruin what we have but I just have to say it: I've always loved you, Y/N. It took me a whole ass tour to realise that. It's what I told you on the voicemail"

"I love you too, you idiot!"

Dru admired Lisa's ability to remain amicable even when she understood that Sam and Y/N had just confessed their feelings. He had judged her badly and saw what Sam had seen in her: a genuine goodness.

Sam was eager to kiss Y/N but had to make sure that Lisa was alright. He wanted more than anything else in the world Y/N and him to be together but he couldn't do it like that.

He turned around to Lisa only to see her kissing Dru. Sam shook his head and turned back on Y/N who was laughing at this sudden act of PDA.

Sam laughed along and then joined his lips to Y/N's.

[holylulusworld]

Escape

Summary: Dean finds his perfect mate, only for her to run away from him. When Sam calls her after their last encounter she needs to decide to let her mate die or come to his rescue.

Request: May I request an ABO fic where Dean finds his perfect Omega but she rejects his advances at every turn until he triggers her heat with his rut making him her true mate and even when she's claimed she rejects him for a bit making him go feral until Sam snaps her out of her fear? (you can make up why she's sacred).

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader, Alpha!Sam, OFC’s

Warnings: angst, rejection, true mates, ABO, ABO dynamics, arguments, feral Alpha, characters death, blood, violence, light torture, vamps, monster of the week, flirty Dean, mentions of sexual abuse during childhood/abusive past/suicide attempt (nothing graphic but it gets mentioned)

Runaway Mate Masterlist

The nest smells good, too good. Your senses work on overload and you wonder why a vamp’s nest smells like home. A warm feeling spreads through your body and you need all your strength to fight the Omega inside of you.

Machete clutched to your chest you flatten against a wall, hide in the shadows to get a better look at the room you are about to enter. Blinking a few times to make sure your eyes get used to the darkness you take a few deep breaths before silently sneaking toward the next wall.

Repeating your actions like a well-trained choreography you finally get a glimpse of the vamps. Two men and a woman circle their prey. One of the missing girls sniffles silently as a vamp sniffs at her blonde locks.

“She’s pretty and pure. Her blood will taste divine.” You could empty your stomach at the vamp’s words, but you need to wait for the right moment to enter the room or both girls are dead before you can reach them.

“Kurt, don’t touch the goods before mama comes back. You know her rules. She wants to check if one of them can join our family. Till then, hands off!” The woman grunts, sniffing into your direction. Her eyes start to glow but then a noise catches her attention.

The men grit their teeth, revealing their ugly nature to the girl’s eyes and they start screaming in terror. You know the sound, heard it a million times before, even made such noises yourself years ago.

Holding your breath, you move closer, standing next to the doorframe you hide in the shadows again to wait for your chance. 

The screams of one of the girls turn into tiny whimpers and you know one of the vamps must've gotten hold of the girl.

With one swift motion you roll toward the open door, crouch to fire two bullets into the vamp’s head holding one of the girls in his hands. He’s dropping the girl, falling to his knees, a dark smirk on his lips.

“What do we have here? More hunters?” Just now you see two tall men, Alpha’s to be correct, fight the woman and the second guy. 

The taller one shops the man’s head off before you can stop him so you jump toward the kneeling vamp, chop his head off to save the woman before the other hunter can kill her.

“Don’t kill her! She’s the only one knowing where to find mama!” You pant, ramming a syringe with the blood of the death into the vamp’s neck. “She’s the queen of at least twenty nests.”

“Whoa, easy there, Sweetheart.” The shorter guy smirks at you, licking his lips as you fist the vamp’s hair. “We are all friends here.”

“I remember every single friend of mine and for sure you are not one of them. If you are into counting kills, we are even. Now let me get that bitch to my motel room and find out where mama is hiding…” Smirking the tall hunter cleans his machete before he walks over to the scared girls to check on them.

“Dean, they didn’t get bitten. I got no clue why they kidnapped the girls only to not feed on them.”

“They are not allowed to feed on them till mama tells them so. She will check if one of them is worthy to join their family.” Scoffing you roll your eyes as he steps closer to sniff into your direction. “What?”

“You know a lot about those vamps. Maybe we could help each other and find the queen…together. I am Dean, this is my brother Sam.” The Alpha purrs but you are way too busy to restrain the female vampire to react to his ministrations.

“Did you hear me?” Blinking a few times Dean snarls as you ignore his words once again. “Omega…” His tone changes, just like his posture and you take a step back, pressing the tip of your machete against his chest.

“This is close enough, hunter. I don’t want your help. You almost killed the only person able to help me find their queen.” Scrunching up your nose you try to ignore Dean’s intoxicating scent. “I don’t work with Alpha’s either…”

“Ever or only as you do not like me and my brother?” Smirking Dean steps closer and you press the machete against his throat.

“I told you I don’t work with Alpha’s now help the girls, bring them to a hospital and leave me and my case alone. I don’t need you or your help, Alpha scum…” Grabbing the vamp’s upper arm harshly you drag her toward the door, ignoring the low whine leaving Dean’s lips.

“Wait! You didn’t even tell me your name. Give us at least this…” Sam is cocking a brow, wondering why Dean won’t stop annoying you. “Please…”

“Y/N, Y/L/N. If you are smart enough, you stay away from me.” Tilting your head, you smirk. “You can ask any hunter, Dean. I don’t work with other hunters, except for Beta’s and for sure I don’t need an Alpha telling me what to do…”

Dumbfounded Dean must watch you leave the room, while he pants heavily. Sam still doesn’t know what’s wrong with his brother before he sees his dilated pupils.

“Dean? What’s wrong, dude? I know you didn’t get any for a while but that’s no reason to piss off a fellow hunter, a great one according to her abilities.” Sam chuckles but Dean is still not reacting. “Dean?”

“It was her, Sammy…I felt it.” Gasping Dean looks at his brother, pointing toward the phone lying on the floor. “Can you find out where she was before coming here? I need to find her.”

“Dean stop messing with that woman. I don’t think she likes Alpha’s, or you.” Picking up your phone Sam sighs as Dean whines low in his throat. 

“Sammy, she’s mine. The warm feeling, I know what it was…” Looking at your phone in Sam’s hands Dean touches it with shaking fingers. “Y/N is mine, my true mate…”

“I’ll ask you this one last time….” Smirking you slide the knife covered in the blood of the death over her cheek, not caring she screams in agony. “I know you are one of the few who willingly agreed to become a monster.”

“You won’t get the information you want, huntress! Kill me and I go to Purgatory with a grin as I know mama will come for you and rip your throat out or…” She leans closer, gritting her teeth. “Mama will make you one of us…”

Dropping the knife, you rub your temple. You can’t get the Alpha’s scent out of your mind or the way your body reacted to his closeness. If you were a weaker Omega, you would’ve given in the moment you laid eyes on the hunter.

“Awe…you are yearning for that hunter boy…huh? That was a Winchester, sweetie. He will get you killed for sure or reject you…” The vamp spats and your fist meets her face.

“I know how Alpha’s act, bitch. I got some nice scares reminding me of it…” Meeting the vamps’ eyes you can see she must’ve been through a lot of shit too. “You know the feeling…”

“I agreed to become a monster, as you called it, to have my revenge.” Glancing at the scar at your neck the vamp licks her lips. “I can’t tell you where she is, I am not in her inner circle.”

“Inner circle, I heard that before. Do you know anyone belonging to the inner circle?” Sitting on a chair next to the vamp you feel her eyes wander to the scar at your left thigh. “Knife...”

“One guy or more?” She whispers meeting your eyes once again. You remain silent, pushing the painful memories away. “You don’t have to tell me but before you end my life, I’ll tell you my story…”

“One…” Whispering the word you swallow hard. “My father and brother were Alpha, they forced me to bond with an Alpha and he…” Voice cracking you blink the tears away, hating you show your weak side to a monster you should kill.

“I get it. Just listen to my story then…” The vamp gives you a weak smile, not wanting to die before she had the chance to tell someone her story. “My family, they were always different. I had a father who was like yours, I guess…”

“Full Alpha, having the Omega’s in your family under his thumb…” You chuckle slightly and she nods.

“Mine was even worse. Yours tried to make sure you follow his orders, mine crossed all the lines. It started when I turned 15 and presented earlier than any other Omega…” Now she starts to shiver, and you gasp at her words.

“First my father decided it’s time for me to learn to take a knot and then my three brothers did the same…” Sniffling she grits her teeth. I had to bear it for over five years till mama came along the bridge…I tried to…”

“End your life?” You offer and the vamp, your enemy who turned out to be suffering soul like you, nods. “I am sorry…”

“I don’t know why, but she knew and offered me revenge…” Closing her eyes she takes a deep breath.

“That was three months ago. I went to the house, tried to kill them but I was like back then frozen to the spot. I left and now it’s unfinished business…”

“You fed on blood so I can’t let you go but…” Pointing toward the phone next to her on the table, you give her a sad smile. “I recorded your statement. I need your name and the name of your family.”

“Why?”

“I’ll make sure there will be no unfinished business for you. That’s all I can do for you…” Grabbing your machete you give her a nod and she finds the strength to tell you the names of her father and brothers.

“Thank you…”

“You’re welcome…” She barely sees the machete coming before her eyes close for the last time. There’s a smile on her lips as for once, she will win…

“What is she doing in there?” Sam watches you storm toward a house, a shotgun in your hand you kick the door open and Dean runs after you, followed by his confused brother.

“Who are you…Omega?” Marisa’s father spats as the recoil pad of your shotgun hit his jaw. He goes down with a low whine as he taste his blood. 

“What?” One of her brothers comes running toward you but your rock salt bullets hit his body with too much force to let him get close to you. 

“I came here for Marisa…” You spat and her other brothers turn pale. “She told me what you did to her, sick fuck…” 

Your fist meets her father's face and he doesn’t fight back. He assumed his daughter was too scared and obeyed to ever tell anyone their dirty secret.

“You don’t know shit…she lied all the time…” While Sam checks on Marisa’s father, Dean calls your name but you are furious, and he can’t stop you before your shotgun hits her eldest brothers’ nose.

“Brothers are there to protect you, not to abuse you, monster!” Dean’s eyes darken and he runs toward the remaining brother as he tries to attack you. 

“Y/N…” Glancing at Dean you take a deep breath. “Come with me and we can call the cops to arrest those bastards…”

“She became a vamp to have revenge, you know.” Huffing you secure the shotgun. 

“They abused her for over five years and mama was her only way out of this nightmare. Alpha’s will never understand what they do to an Omega…never…”

Before Dean can stop you, you run once again and even though he follows you he can stop you.

While he must watch you escape he wonders why you hate Alpha’s that much.

“Dean, the cops are on their way to arrest those guys. We should get going…” 

[choruscas]

suptober day 16: switch it up!

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During every single hunt, whether it was tulpas in Topeka, or shapeshifters in Sacramento, Dean had always tried to team up with Castiel.

Why?

Well, it was a long and complicated story. But to sum it down, Dean probably had the biggest crush on the damn angel and his feelings haven’t gone away.

Pray the gay away? Nah man. It was pray to the gay. Be bi or die.

In all honesty, Dean was very open about his bisexuality. After it sort of slipped out to Sam and his younger brother had no reaction (and it may or may not have been that his deadbeat dad was gone) and so he didn’t care who knew.

He could stand on a stage, wearing a bi flag on his back, having his dick out for any men or women who wanted a taste, and he wouldn’t give a flipping fuck.

However, he hasn’t had sex in two years. Why? Oh yeah, cause of the crush. Heads over heals crush that no man or woman could take away. He had tried to pretend the kisses and love were the angel, but none if it worked. It wasn’t what he imagined of, dreamed of.

If a djinn got his hands on him again, then who the fuck knows if Dean would stay or not. At least the djinn would give Dean what he wanted.

Often times he got angry at Castiel for not doing anything. But he couldn’t blame him.

Dean would never tell anybody this, but there was often times he cried himself to sleep because of how unfair life was in general. How unfair it was that Dean could never just get what he wanted, what he always craved.

At that moment, he was ticked. Just sitting there as Sam and Castiel rambled on about the hunt that he wasn’t paying attention to. However, that ass sitting on that chair though.

Jesus Christ.

“What about you, Dean?” Sam asked, his arms folded, leaning against the wall.

“Yeah. I mean, this rugaru seems pretty badass.”

“We’re hunting an Ōkami, Dean.” Sam pealed his attention away from Jack, who was bouncing on the bed sitting down.

“That’s what I said.”

Sam opened his mouth to say something but Dean got up from the motel’s table and slammed the chair against the edge of it.

Castiel looked up at him fearfully, as he knew Dean’s angry face. “D—“

“I need a drink. I’ll be back.” Dean snapped and left the motel, almost slamming the door.

God he was so fucking angry. Sam that day had been a little bitch boy and Jack was annoying and Castiel was oblivious to Dean’s obvious flirting and nothing was going his way.

Baby’s engine has sputtered and barely came to life, so he had to fix that before they went back to Kansas. So they were probably all stuck in deadbeat Wyoming for a few extra days.

He had stepped in a puddle and ruined his favorite pair of socks. They had good grip and were fairly new, but the muddy water from the puddle made them unwearable for the time being.

The stupid hunt wasn’t going anywhere. They were lost on just one hint on where the octopus or oak tree, or whatever the fuck it was called was.

He just needed to beat the shut out of something. Or someone. Anything.

He walked a little while away from the motel and found a junkyard that he noticed they had passed by when he was driving yesterday. There were tens or hundreds of old cars that nobody was using anymore. Perfect.

He found a bent crowbar and just as he was about to smash an old, rusted ‘69 Camarillo, a vibration and ringing sound went off in his pocket.

Fuck you, Sam.

“Hello?” Dean sighed, showing irritation in his voice more than he should’ve.

“Hey, so Cas and Jack are going downtown and I’m doing more research.”

“Wait— why did Jack and Cas go?

“I dunno. You weren’t there, so...”

“Yeah but— you know... my rule.”

The rule was a little complicated. Dean paired up with Castiel because ‘one angel and one human are better than two humans and two angels because the angel can protect the human on one team and the same for the second team.’

Which was bullshit. Dean just wanted to see his ass in tight pants and hear his whiskey and leather-like voice interrogate people.

Okay, it’s probably annoying that Dean keeps thinking about his ass. But it was a pretty nice ass. Can’t blame him.

“Alright. Well, sorry.”

“I always go with Cas.”

“I know. I guess I just thought of switching it up this hunt.”

“But you’re ugly as hell.”

“And Cas isn’t?”

Dean could hear his stupid shit-eating grin behind the fucking phone.

Instead of answering to his dumbass comment, Dean had hung up.

In all honesty, the day just wasn’t going his way.

Walking back to the motel, seeing his Baby from a distance, he quickened his pace to grab some things from the trunk.

But as he was walking, a piece of thread on his plaid jacket caught in a nail inside of a telephone pole. Not realizing it to start with, he continued walking, his hands in his pockets, squinting at the sun like he wanted to explode it.

He turned a corner and his plaid jacket had ripped with a loud sound. Beneath his right armpit, there was a giant hole revealing his undershirt.

Great.

He opened the motel door and quickly shut it as fast, then bee-lined straight to his suitcase and shrugged off his plaid shirt.

“Dean, you alright.”

“Hell no!” he barked, probably an octave higher than he normally spoke.

Sam, sitting down with his books and laptop, stood up to walk over to Dean. He didn’t treat him like some rabid animal, but normally.

“You know you can talk about it. I know about your feelings your C—“

“DON’T... finish that.”

“Dean. Please,” he continued. “It’s really hard to love somebody when you don’t think they love you back. But Cas really does. I know he does.”

“How do you know Sam!? Come on. It’s not like you’re an astrologist with some fuckin’ tarot cards or something.” Dean pathetically threw his hands up in the air, causing a loud smacking sound when he put them back down.

“Because he told me he does.”

Hold on.

What?

“You’re kidding.” Dean laughed.

“Dean, I’ve been in between this feud with you and Cas for about twelve years now. Do you really think Cas hasn’t told me? He told me post-purgatory. That’s when you don’t me too.” Sam paused, taking in a breath. “He said he’s so madly in love with you that it hurts, Dean. Hurts.”

It was like all of the sudden the world stopped. Dean’s heart rattled in his ribs and it felt as if vines were growing all around, permeating his lungs in such a way that he couldn’t breathe.

Cas loved him.

Later, Dean finally saw that ass in action.

And he loved him too. They both did.

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after seeing dumpywoof’s post I was inspired to do a tier list of my own!!! and boy howdy do I have some hot takes of the century it turns out,,,

the seasons are more or less organized in descending order within the same row as well (e.g. MC 4 > MC 5). also, shamefully copying dumpywoof & putting a detailed & overly verbose explanation for each season:

S Tier

Terraria 3: For me, absolutely nothing compares to Terraria 3. No other season combines such perfect participant dynamics with such heart-wrenching drama—not to mention the existence of Team New Kids who make me cry on a daily basis, or the incredible fake twist ending. It would be a sin to put this season anywhere but alone at the very top. Also props for being the only (1 of 2) post-show that actually includes all of the cast.

 A Tier

Minecraft 4: This is the best season for shenanigans alone, hands-down. It’s largely just the participants shooting the shit together, especially in the latter half of the season when it gets down to just the four of them. & I have a huge soft spot for men being wholesomely foolish together I suppose, so here it goes fhdhfhd.

Minecraft 5: To be honest, I have not seen this season since it released, which is a crime, I know, I’m sorry :orb: But I remember it being very very good, & I cannot imagine my taste will have changed that dramatically in just a few years, so. in truth, this one might be actually better than MC 4, but as I have not seen it in many years I can’t say that for certain. Either way, though, it’s definitely one of the best seasons out there.

MineZ 1: To me, MineZ 1 is the reverse of MC 4: low on shenanigans & high on drama. It’s pre-Todd era, but the editing in this one is honestly Todd-level, I would say. It’s so incredibly tense, especially the scene with McJones & PBG trying to escape the caves, and I feel like the sheer stress of it all brought out a new side of a lot of the participants, most notably Dean—who sounded genuinely agonized at times. A very very quality season all around, IMO.

Terraria 2: This season probably objectively deserves to be B tier, but I am it giving A tier for personal bias. I just,,, love the dynamics okay. Jeff & McJones especially made for a killer duo. It was a rare instance of McJones being the funny man himself rather than being the straight man to someone else’s funny man; he was super uncharacteristically goofy & almost borderline flirtatious at times, it really made for some good moments fhdhfjd. Plus then you got McJones solo commentary at the end which I greatly enjoyed. Just,, a very enjoyable season, very mid-HC era, very light & easy to watch, all that good stuff.

Diablo II: Man,,,,this absolutely 100% does not deserve A tier, I know, I’m sorry, but I just can’t bring myself to put it lower. I have A tier love for it :orb: Admittedly, the game is horrendously ugly and confusing to watch, but the shenanigans + the cast dynamics win me over in the end. Paul especially was great in this, & I hope he makes a return someday. Loving fathers Paul & Jirard with their sorceress son McJones making their way through the end-game just cannot be beaten. (Anti-shoutouts to Ross though, I don’t know anything about him, I am sure he is a lovely man, but GOD. WHY DID HE KEEP RUNNING OFF ON HIS OWN & GETTING LOST BUT THEN FORCEFULLY REFUSING HELP,,, ROSS YOU ARE THE WORST DHDHFJDJD)

 B Tier

Minecraft 7: Boy,,, this is going to be a controversial take fhhfjdjf. I just don’t know how to explain it, but something about MC7 felt,,,, Very off. I don’t know what it was, just something about the season seemed very,,, almost like you could tell things were falling apart behind the scenes, & they were trying to pull it back together but weren’t quite succeeding. It’s not a bad season in any regards, of course, I just,, don’t enjoy it nearly as much as a lot of others,, it’s missing that crucial spark of life in my opinion,, also Dean leaving to go to work was kind of strange,, I get it, it’s probably difficult to work around his real-life job,, but it felt strange,, he got like temporary immunity. Nothing like that had ever happened before I don’t think. And also they never even explained why Dean wasn’t there for like three episodes fjdjfjhd,,

Minecraft 3: God I feel like I just keep digging myself into a deeper & deeper hole here fhsjfjd,,, but man, I did like MC3 to be honest. It wasn’t the best season, it kind of went nowhere, but I liked the cast & there was a lot of good funnymoments. Smooth & Shane were very good guests who I feel like really rounded out the season, & Jontron did not come off as terribly overbearing as I believe that he has in other seasons. Overall, pretty decent, I’d say.

 C Tier

Minecraft 2: MC 2 & MC 3 are very similar, but I think MC 2 is slightly worse, both in terms of entertainment & cast. NCS & Kyrak did not hit like Smooth & Shane did,,, and I feel like just everything that happened in this one was fairly forgettable. I was torn as to whether this should be a B or a C, but I put it here in the end just to drive home that I really don’t like it as much as MC 3, I don’t believe.

Minecraft 6: Oh lord, this is a nuclear take fhdjfjd. Again, this isn’t a bad season at all, it has its good moments, especially Chad & Dodger, they are angels & I love them & want them back. But boy,,, just. Many things went wrong here. None of the twists panned out like,, at all, which I know isn’t necessarily anyone’s fault, the concept of this twist & of twists in general is very good. But it fell so flat here, especially with the revival. There was,, no debate at all about what to do. They hyped it up like they had this big decision to make, but then nobody made any effort to dramatize it at all. It was basically just Dean deciding by himself and everyone just sitting back & letting him. For the record, I have no qualms with the fact that Dodger was revived, I fully agree that she deserved it over McJones, but it was not played well at all IMO,,,      I do have to admit, though, with a fair amount of sheepishness, that the thing that most sullies this season for me is McJones’s death. Just,,, his horrible, so so avoidable, insanely early death, coupled with his retirement shortly thereafter & him becoming so jaded with hc that he expressed borderline hostility & hatred towards it just,,, hurts. I kinda don’t wanna see the events of MC 6 now knowing the aftermath. I understand fully that this particular point is not something most people care about to say the least dhfhdjd, but,,, in all honesty, I really don’t have any desire to rewatch this one, as objectively good as it might be. It was a win but it felt like a loss, if that makes sense. Also the post-show lacked all three people I actually wanted to hear from fhdjfjd neither the two people who could’ve been revived nor the actual person who did the reviving were there to share their insight & perspectives on it :pensive: 

 D Tier

Starbound: man,,, starbound. This is a very mixed bag for me. On one hand, I disagree with people who say that it was boring or that nothing happened, I found it very tense, Todd’s editing had me on edge throughout every episode. But on the other hand,,, man. Very few memorable moments, what even happened in this one,, also I feel like the game mechanics/plot weren’t explained very well, I feel like I remember being vaguely confused all the time as to what was happening. Probably will not ever rewatch either.

 Have Not Seen

DayZ: I will not ever be watching this season both because I do not know anything about DayZ & because from what I’ve heard it was an absolute disaster, I’m just not interested in getting involved in that fhdhfjdk

Terraria 1: There’s not really a reason I haven’t watched this one. Just,, I haven’t made my way down to the earliest seasons yet. Although as mentioned before, I have seen a few clips of this season, & Jontron seems to be pretty obnoxious in this one, so I don’t how much I’ll enjoy the parts with him in it, but I definitely do want to watch it someday.

Minecraft 1: The same as Terraria 1, I just happen to not have seen this one by chance. But unlike T1, I am much more looking forward to actually watching it, it seems really good, I want to experience that legendary very first season at last dhdhfjd

MineZ 2: Man,,, many things about the behind-the-scenes of this season make me sort of uncomfortable honestly. Just,,, the visceral second-hand shame & embarrassment of someone in the hc fandom being so rude & bothersome to the cast,, somehow it makes me feel personally responsible even though I didn’t do anything fhdjfj,,, Also,, once again continuing with the trend of me being saddened by McJones expressing dislike for seasons fhdjfjd,, I do recall him saying, regarding this season, something like “I think it would’ve been better if we just never did this,” which,,, ow. That doesn’t make me particularly enthused to watch it fhdjfjd. I probably will end up watching this season someday to be honest, but I’m not looking forward to feeling the cast’s frustration & unhappiness with the situation,, (EDIT: I want to be clear that there is no actual drama surrounding minez 2!!! it is a perfectly fine season, there is nothing wrong with it, it just happens that I personally am bothered by the fact that there was a lot of like,,, frustration coming from the participants regarding the player who was stalking them. this in no way means that minez 2 is an objectively bad or problematic season!! if minez 2 is your favorite season I completely respect you, there is nothing wrong with that!! there is a lot to like about the season as a whole!!! I just personally care too much about mcjones having a bad time in seasons bc it’s what ultimately led to his retirement, & that makes me sad fjdhfjdjd. but it has come to my attention that my wording made it sound like there was drama about minez 2, which there never actually was, I am very very sorry for my unintentional yet poor choice of words.)

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Home - Dean Winchester x fem!reader 2

After being kidnapped by demons, (y/n) is no where to be found by her partners Dean and Sam. Will they find her in time before it’s too late?

TW: there may some some added violence as requested but nothing more than what would be shown in the show, we’re keeping it PG - 13.

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“It’s been a week and you’re telling me you can’t find her with all your angel powers?” Dean stood up from his spot at the table and stared down Castiel. Castiel, who looked exhausted, shook his head, “It’s not that simple, Dean. These demons took the time to ward anything and everything against angel radar. They don’t want us to find her.” 

“Yeah well, that’s not an option here. We have to find her.” Dean shoved passed his friend and went into the kitchen to grab another beer. Castiel followed. 

“Do you think that I don’t?” He asked, “(Y/N), is my friend too. I want to find her as much as you do.” 

“Yeah, I doubt that.” Dean muttered under his breath, just low enough that Cass couldn’t pick it up. 

“I’m doing everything I can. We all are. Sam has gone through all of our contacts to search for her.” 

“Yeah, well it’s not enough obviously or she would be back.” Dean popped the top off the glass bottle and took a swig. It didn’t have any taste besides the cheapness of it. It was practically bread water which was strange because they had just bought the case it came from. 

Castiel took a final look at Dean before making his way back out into the world to continue the search. After he left, Dean poured the beer into the sink and went back to the locator spell that he was performing and cursed when it didn’t work again. 

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The demons had freed (Y/N) from the chair, seeing as the ropes that held her began to stink from old blood that had soaked into the fiber. Agares was good at his job at least; his cuts were meant to hurt, not kill. Now they had her shackled to the wall by her ankle, it was a short chain. 

But it didn’t matter because she was getting out of this hell hole. With the tip of a knife that had broken off from when Agres was particularly excited, (Y/N) began picking the lock on the shackle. Every little twist felt like the blade wound snap again under the tension. The sharp edges were beginning to cut into her fingers, digging in deeper with every twist. But it finally payed off when she heard the click of the lock springing open. Sliding the shackle off, she got to town unscrewing a chair leg from where it had been discarded in the corner of the room. She knew they kept the door unlocked, which means they severely underestimated her. 

(Y/N) crouched down onto the ground to look under the small crack that separated the door from the floor. The coast was clear. She got up and slowly opened the door with the chair leg in hand. The place seemed deserted. There was the idea that popped up that they had left her to die which was a hopeful thought. 

She made it down the corridor quickly, but then came the problem. Agres was sitting with his back to her, watching something on the TV. She knew him well. From his bald head, to those ugly sneakers he wore everywhere. The man was intimidating to look at but the demon was worse. But nothing a smash over the head with a chair leg couldn’t fix. (Y/N) tightened her grip on the wooden weapon and approached, thankfully the TV was loud enough to cover her footsteps. 

(Y/N) swung down hard on his head, knocking him forward, sending him into the box of the TV. The glass shattered as his head went through it. He growled and tried to pull his head out but she hit him again and again. With every swing, she began the exorcism incantation, "Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica. Ergo, omnis legio diabolica, adiuramus te." At the end, black smoke rose from the television and traveled up and through an open window.Without another thought, she shouldered her way through the last door until she was finally outside. (Y/N) ran faster then she ever had before, her body was sore and in pain but she didn’t care as long as it meant-

A strike of electricity tore through her body and took her down to the ground. Whoever held the taser continued to send volts into her body as she lay on the ground, jerking and convulsing, her face going into the dirt. Finally it stopped, and she could breathe again. But her whole being felt numb. 

 “Well, well, well, looks like this little bird tried to fly away. Unsuccessfully.” The demon woman came around and crouched down to meet (Y/N)”s eyes. 

“You know what they say,” (Y/N) gasped as she tried to speak, “One flew over the Cuckoo’s nest.” 

The woman gave her a fake smile and stood, “And it seems you’ve sent Agres back to hell. Shame really, he was pretty tame compared to the others.” Two more demons came to her side, waiting for the next order. 

“Take her inside.” One of them men nodded, she grabbed his arm which halted him, “And make sure she can’t exorcise anyone any time soon.”  

(Y/N) was dragged back inside, strapped to a table, and... the things they did... She didn’t know were possible. At some times, she thought she was dead. But then the pain would come back in waves. Clubs were used to break her right leg so she couldn’t run away. They left enough bruises on her arms that she wouldn’t be able to lift them. And the screams they pulled from her throat were silenced when her vocal cords cease to produce sound.

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because I have more time thanks to Easter holidays (happy belated Easter by the way to those who also celebrate it!!), I’ve been doing nothing but playing AC:NH and Mario Kart. Hopefully I’ll post here too. Behold, my first post!

Chan: Biff

Gym Rat !!!!!!

just wants what’s best for everyone

doesn’t push his gym ways on everyone but if you’re interested, will talk to you about it and encourage you

just the most encouraging in general

the best hype men

I love Biff sm he’s an angel

and so is Channie :((((

just pure lil exercisers that’s them

Biff calls me mountain 🥺🥺🥺

that would work for Chan too bc he’s sh*rt so everyone is t*ller than him

(((I’ll censor it so Chan doesn’t feel bad when he reads this 😔👊🏼)))

Minho: Penelope

very kind

knows their worth and is very confident

Penelope and I have the same music taste (Bubblegum K.K. for the win)

and so do Minho and I (while on that topic, listen to Dean - Instagram if you haven’t that’s a brilliant song)

been told they weren’t going to be a star but LOOK AT THEM NOW

talented, beautiful, confident

and also so generous i swear Penelope gives me a new gift every day

Minho is an angel and probably does the same for the members

Changbin: Vladimir

a tough/intimidating exterior

the SOFTEST interior

it has to be said that Changbin is significantly more physically appealing than Vladimir

Vlad is a bit ugly but that’s the only difference between the two

it’s appreciating binsual hours

on my life Vladimir is my favourite to talk to

he’s funny, even if it’s unintentional

very sweet and always asks how I’m doing

this dude taught me all I know about reactions

very knowledgeable

all like Changbin

Changbin 🤝 Vladimir    

   being smart babies

  Hyunjin: Amelia

every time I enter Amelia’s house, she’s making something at her work bench

Hyunjin seems like one of the hardest workers I’ve ever seen

always trying to improve himself and do better for STAY

bro the dude is learning English and it just has to be said he’s improved so much i’m so proud of him 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻

also Hyunjin is also very handsome as we all know and I think Amelia is very pretty

it’s almost intimidating how pretty they are?

also both are very tall

but they’re the sweetest people/bird ever

I really want the emphasis to be on my first point though bc Hyunjin is more than his looks

We love hardworking legends

 Jisung: Stu

ALWAYS SINGING

Stu sings Non-Stop in my plaza

but he sings good songs so I don’t mind

same with Sung he only sings bangers so we don’t mind

also they have good voices 👌🏼

a little bit annoying sometimes but in a loveable way ?

annoying isn’t the word

just… Loud

and Stu is a lazy villager so he just likes chilling

prefers to stay at home and Vibe

like Sung

but still extremely caring when the time calls for it

veryyyyyy funny

Stu always has something good to say and he’s very engaging

like Sung in interviews and two kids room and stuff like that

both are very reserved, kinda keep to themselves but outgoing once they’re comfortable

 Felix: Filbert

it has to be said i can 10000% imagine Filbert doing the renegade

Filbert is so cute i love him and want to protect him

same with Lix he’s so sweet

Filbert also gives me gifts and checks up on me sometimes

Lix loves giving people gifts apparently so my mind immediately went to Filbert for this pairing

Filbert is also a bit ditzy sometimes ?

in the nicest way possible, so is Lix

like they just seem a bit confused sometimes and like they’d cause a lot of havoc

everyone’s favourites

even if they’re not your favourite

yes they are stop lying to yourself

The Best Boys that’s all I have to say

 Seungmin: Ursala

my babies 🥺🥺

I just wanna protect them

also they’re both so talented

I just go to the plaza and Ursala is just singing her little heart out aww

both have brilliant voices and should be appreciated more

Ursala is also really sweet and checks up on me

but because we’re a bit closer now she also makes a few kinda sassy jokes

I feel like Seungmin does the same once he gets comfortable with someone

Evidence: Every clip of him and Changbin in the same room

also extremely cute appearance-wise

 Jeongin: Nana

so unbelievably cute

idk if it’s just me but monkey villagers hit different

other than the cuteness of both of them

Nana is so sweet and always tells me how ready she is to listen to me

Jeongin seems like a dependable person to go to

like he’s the youngest but he can take that responsibility if he needs to

or tries his hardest to at least

always seems happy

but then I walk away and Nana frowns and seems sad off in the distance 😪😪

I just want them to be happy and open up if they’re having issues

also very funny and entertaining

I feel like Jeongin doesn’t get enough recognition for his humour

the stuff he says to his members sometimes is just HILARIOUS

like when he went for Chan’s throat in two kids room with the “Do you know that you’re shorter than me?” 🥵🥵

(((Not censoring that one because it’s a quote sorry if you’re offended Chan lmaooo)))

they’re both just very witty

****I also have Midge and Truffles but I don’t see either of them as any of the members ++ I hate Truffles sm please get her off my dang island i stg

If you read this and you play AC, lemme know who you’ve got 👉🏼👈🏼🥺🥺

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fic prompts: 4 - "I thought things were going great" and 84 - "Going somewhere?"

Consider this a missing scene sometime after 2x04                    

This is definitely NC-17.

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They don’t talk for a few days, which is probably a good thing.

After the bar bathroom and watching him smash that car in front of Dean, it takes a while for her to get her head on straight. She wanted to be out, to be done, and yet…him standing there, brute force, demanding a partnership out of her is enticing in a dark way that she rarely lets herself think about.

She tries to convince herself that its his actions, rather than his words, that keep pulling her in. But then again that doesn’t make her feel any better either. What does it say about her? That she’s attracted to someone who can use his hands so violently—whether they’re using a crowbar to smash a car or nearly tearing her dress in a grungy bathroom as he hoists her against a wall.

Telling herself that it’s just physical attraction is a fool’s game, but she plays it for a while.

The second time she wakes up with her hand in her underwear, fingers slick with heat and breathing a little heavy, Beth knows that this is a slippery slope and nearly laughs at the irony.

She pictures him a few times, in her bedroom, smashing things to pieces—muscles flexing and the wings of his bird tattoo fluttering. She cums hard and thinks about him breathing against her neck, the way his body trembled when he lost himself inside of her, his lips kissing along her pulse point.

Her thoughts are everywhere, this whole situation that she never wanted to find herself in is messy. She clamps down on sexual attraction, tries to convince herself that when she stops feeding it, her feelings will go away.

It’s not like Rio’s some sort of prince charming; once the physical is taken away, everything will break down from there.

The only time Beth’s every felt this foolish is when she tried to tell herself that Dean was a decent man, even after cheating on her.

It’s not just what Rio does, it’s not just how his hands move like weapons, gripping iron and swinging or shifting her thighs apart so his fingers can brush against her clit before slipping inside—it’s his mouth. It’s what he says.

It’s his string of words put together so carefully.

We’re partners now.

Beth tries to block that entire night, and the few that came before it, from her memory. If she pretends long enough that they don’t exist, maybe she’ll stop feeling so terrible about them. A voice in her head tells her that she has nothing to be sorry for, that she wanted something and she took it and what’s so wrong with that? but she has trouble believing it fully.

She also has trouble quieting the tiniest part that tells her she deserves everything he’s offering her. A chance to be partners, to be something more than what she is; a chance to learn. Rio brings her back to the same place, every time, because it’s not just his actions…it’s also the raw honesty that seems to wrap around his words like barbed wire.

They dig into her skin, they form scars, they’re something that never quite leave her.

Which is how she always finds herself right back where she started.

Beth runs a hand over her forehead as she collects her things from Dean’s office, leaning against the doorframe to watch a cleanup crew handle another heaping of glass from the shattered corvette. Dean closed down the dealership for a few days, didn’t want anything to do with the sales floor after their run in with Rio but…Beth eventually convinces him that he has to return to work, to business as usual. Her work with a criminal enterprise doesn’t change that.

He’s still being petulant about it, typical Dean fashion in avoiding things that are too complicated to deal with. She finds herself taking care of the cleanup so that he can at least open the dealership back up.

He’s your mess, isn’t he? Dean’s words ring ugly in her head.

She lets out a soft sigh that fans her bangs a little. Yeah. Rio’s definitely her mess, alright.

With a wave to the men leaving out the front door, Beth locks up after them and is about to leave out the back when she notices she’s left Dean’s office light on. Swearing under her breath, she moves quickly, her heeled booties clicking nosily into the high ceilings.

“Goin’ somewhere?”

She nearly has a heart attack, spinning around with a small squeak that she’ll deny later. Her hand falls to her chest as she sees Rio leaning against a silver corvette, watching her with an amused smirk she wants to smack off his face.

“What are you doing here?” She asks, “No, you know what? I don’t want to know. How did you even get in?”

Rio purses his lips, “I’m confused, what question do you want me to answer?”

“None of them,” She puts her things down on a chair in front of Dean’s desk. “I haven’t heard from you and I’m not about to talk business at ten o’clock.”

He leans up from the car, adopting a stance that is recognizable from that night—all folded hands and tried patience, “This ain’t a PTA meeting darlin’, you don’t always get to run things your way. So for future references, we talk business whenever the hell I say so.”

Beth straightens her posture, her entire body going rigid at his tone. She bites down on the edge of her tongue on a few strings of commentary that she’d love nothing more than to give him. But…she glances to the corvette directly next to him.

She doesn’t want another mess to clean up.

Rio follows her line of sight, amused strings pulling up the ends of his mouth. “Oh you think I’m gonna pull a stunt like that again?” He takes a few steps towards her, just close enough that she can smell his cologne.

It nearly turns her stomach inside out.

“I won’t,” He looks down at her, his eyes tracing the contour of her features. “Even though I know how you felt when I did. Could see it in your eyes, just like how I can see it right now. You like a bit of destruction.” Rio goes to touch her face but Beth pulls back, finally gets her wits about her, and smacks his wrist.

“If you’re not here to do business then what are you doing?”

A soft chuckle rumbles in his throat and he lets his hand drop, licking his lips, “Maybe I just wanted to see you.”

Now it’s Beth’s turn to scoff, a sound crawling up from her chest as she shakes her head. “Are you kidding? After what you did?”

“Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it, just a little.” He tilts his head at her, the muscle working in his jawline. “And here I thought things were goin' great.”

Beth feels anger bubble up from her ribcage as she takes a step back into Dean’s office to gather her things again, feeling Rio follow close behind her. “What gave you that impression?” Her emotions are liquid lava in her bloodstream, crackling like a fire about to give way to an explosion.

She turns and he’s there, of course he’s there, close enough to press her into Dean’s desk.

“The noises you made in that hole in the wall bathroom, for starters.”

“Don’t.” Beth says quickly, mimicking a conversation they’ve had in this dealership before.

The same look is on Rio’s face, that hesitance, that moment he takes to chew on his words before he says them. This time he just takes a step closer, his body nearly blanketing her own. Beth takes a step back but there’s nowhere for her to go, the hard-wooden edge of Dean’s desk stinging into her lower back.

“Or what?” He challenges; waiting for her to make a decision.

There’s supposed to be some sort of threat there, it’s hanging on the edge of her tongue but she can’t bring herself to say it. He’s watching her like he was in the bathroom, letting her make all the choices—to bring him closer or push him away.

It’s all her, it’s anything she wants to do, verdicts that others rarely let her make.

She should go with logic, but in the end,  she goes with what she wants.

Beth presses herself up on her toes and kisses him. It’s slow at first, wary, like she’s not sure whether this will backfire in some way. She also wants to take her time to remember him, to feel his lips against her own, to taste him but doesn’t because it takes three moments for him to reply.

He presses against her and lifts her up, shoving things aside on Dean’s desk. Something falls and cracks, a picture frame maybe, and files and paper go everywhere but she can’t find it in herself to care. A soft moan empties from her lips and she hates that she’s not wearing a dress, wants it to be easy and quick for him to reach her but Rio has no problem getting her pants down.

He does however accidently tear her underwear at the left side and he must catch the indignant look Beth gives him because he smirks.

“Sorry.”

“No you’re not.” She huffs, pushing him away so she can shimmy them down.

He shrugs his one shoulder, “Nah, I’m not.” And covers her lips with his own again.

When he fucks her against the desk, it’s not gentle, and just like the bathroom wall his hands are everywhere. Along her waist and thighs, fingers inside of her, coaxing, grabbing, bruising. It’s quick and dirty and before she knows it, it’s over.

They’re both breathing heavy, the scent of his skin and soap melting into her pores, her lips at his throat. She kisses there once, twice, before he pulls back. It takes her a moment to realize that they kissed this time…and they hadn’t in the bathroom. She was so turned on and preoccupied that she didn’t even think about it; she barely memorized the set of movements that led to this.

Beth swallows and licks her own lips, Rio’s eyes drawn to the action as his breathing slows. He leans down, their noses brushing, before she kisses him. There’s no urgency this time, no quickened pace, just the sound of their lips moving together as one.

He pulls back after a few moments, slipping free of her and Beth sits up so she can get herself together. Her body is sore and sated all at the same time, conflicting sensations chasing up and down her spine. She runs a hand through her hair and glances at the floor, the picture frame of her and Dean’s wedding crushed upside down.

Probably a sign.

“You want me to get that?” Rio asks after a moment, following her gaze.

Beth shakes her head and stands, fixing her pants, frowning again over her frayed underwear. She then straightens her shoulders and takes a look at him; his eyes are somehow a little brighter, more amused, cheeks kissed a fond pink against the stubble along his jawline.

More attractive than what seems fair, but she still says what she wants to say: “Don’t talk to me like you can force business whenever you want. We’re partners, you’re going to treat me like one.”

Amusement twitches onto his face and he holds her gaze for a long moment before he nods, caught between snapping back with a reply and being impressed. “Aight.” He says after a few beats. “Whatever you say mami. Should probably clean this up before you go home, yeah?”

It takes her a second, Rio already on his way out but Beth says, “I was actually going to leave it like this.” Because what’s it to her if Dean takes a long hard look and lets his mind wander about what happened in here?

She wonders if he’d know instantly, seeing as how he was so good at cheating on her in this very space.

Rio leans against the doorframe, smiling a tinge as he takes a look at the mess on the floor. “Knew I was right; you like a little bit of chaos. Don’t you.”

It’s not a question as he disappears and Beth stares at the broken glass for a long time before she gathers her things to leave. A little bit is one thing, but she wonders if it’s going to grow big enough to eventually swallow her whole.  

[blackmissfrizzle]

Spring Break

Title: Spring Break

Pairing: Dean X Black!Reader, Sam, Bobby, Rufus, Trent (OMC)

Word Count: 2,082

Summary: Reader gets caught by her dad on a solo hunting trip when she should be in school ( college) instead

Warnings: Colorism, cheating, cussing

A/N: Finally got something out after having writer’s block. I’ve been wanting to do a fic with Rufus, but it wasn’t coming along in my head. Again, this fic is for all my black girls who love Supernatural but don’t get a chance to see themselves in the show or in fanfic.

What a shame, at this time you were supposed to be knee deep in sun, sand, and margaritas at South Padre Island, not knee deep in vampire blood and guts. But you can thank your cheating ass ex-boyfriend Trent for your change in spring break vacation plans. You just chopped off the last vamp’s head when you heard rumblings of a car. You were confident that you killed all the vamps, but just to be careful you did your best to hide your thick and curvy frame between two columns in the warehouse.

“What the hell? Who did our job?” one voice curiously asked.

The next voice, which was deep and low confirmed your guess on who the duo was, “Dude, who cares? Less work for us to do, but they at least could have cleaned up their mess.” Being familiar with their banter, you knew your two new guests were, Sam and Dean Winchester, your two favorite hunters, after your dad and Uncle Bobby. Finally, deciding to reveal yourself to the boys, you conjured up your best Crowley impersonation and emerged from the shadows, “Hello boys.”

“Y/N, what are you doing here? And by the way your British accent sucks ass,” the eldest Winchester said. Sticking up your middle finger and a mocking laugh, “Hardy, har, har. And by the way you’re the ugly Winchester.” Sam couldn’t help letting out a small chuckle while, Dean put his hands over his heart in mock offense, “Ouch, that hurts.” “Mmm, I’m pretty sure you been through much worse.” Looking up to ceiling in deep thought and finally making his way towards you for a hug, Dean replied “Yeah, you’re right.”

After hugging Dean, you went to Sam for a hug, “Hey Sam.” “Hey, Y/N. What are you doing hunting, shouldn’t you be in school?” Nonchalantly shrugging your shoulders, “Its spring break.” It was the eldest Winchester turn to speak, “Well, you sure don’t know how to spend spring break. Shouldn’t you be getting wasted and making questionable decisions, not hacking up vampires?” You were about to give a witty retort when you heard a third person enter the warehouse, “What the hell are you idjits up to? We don’t have all night.”

You smacked the two brothers across their shoulders, “You didn’t tell me Uncle Bobby was here!” Dean tried grabbing your attention, “Y/N, wait, There’s something you should-“But you didn’t give Dean a chance to finish, as you were making your way to greet Bobby. Unfortunately, you should have waited, because you weren’t expecting Bobby to be accompanied by the only person in the world you didn’t want to see right now. Giving the new duo a small finger wave, you greeted them “Hey Uncle Bobby. Hey Daddy.”

“Y/N Y/M/N Turner, what the hell are you doing here!?” You were racking your brain for a believable excuse, but you were interrupted by your dad before you could come up with one, “Nevermind. I’ll here it when we to get to the motel. Get your stuff little girl and follow me and Bobby,” then he pointed to Sam and Dean, “You two, clean up this mess, then meet back up with us.” Bobby and your dad turned on their heels making their way out of the building, and you followed behind them with your head down like a scolded child. As you made your way through the door you heard Dean complain, “How the hell we get stuck cleaning up her mess?”

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“Dad-“

“Ah.”

“But, daddy-“

“Ah.”

“I have a really good reas-“

“Ah.”

“Aw hell, Rufus. Let the girl explain herself before you go about your bitchin’ and moaning.” “Go to hell Bobby.” Rufus raised his hand toward you, “Go ahead and explain how my lovely, beautiful, and smart daughter ended up making a dumbass decision to hunt a vampire nest alone and not being boggled down with school work.”

Dean and Sam had just entered the motel room when you were about to answer, “Its spring break,” Dean answered matter-of-factly. Your dad gave Dean his signature scowl, “Thanks smartass! But I was asking my daughter.”

Nervously scratching the back of your neck, you muttered out quickly, “Um, Trent may have most definitely cheated on me with his TA, which ruined my whole plan for spring break in South Padre. And I wasn’t gonna sit around moping after a sorry ass nigga.” There was uncomfortable silence in the room until your dad finally broke it, “I’m gonna kill him. I’m gonna kill him nice and slow.” “Me too,” the rest of the men exclaimed.

Rising from your seat on the bed, you went to calm down the group, “Wait a minute guys. Its not that serious, and I handled it by the way. Trent has not one but two black eyes and some broken ribs, that he has to explain as a result of a horrible mugging instead of a beat down from his ex.”

“That’s my girl,” you dad and Uncle Bobby said in unison with admiration. But that didn’t get you off the hook. “That still doesn’t explain why you went hunting alone. You’re about to graduate in two more months Y/N, why risk it?” Gone was your usually surly and sarcastic dad and he was replaced with the sweet and worried dad that only you had the privilege of seeing. Sighing, you looked up to your dad, “Daddy, its practice, its to keep my skills sharp. Right now, I’m being recruited by the alphabet boys. Don’t you think if I can take down a monster with little to no problems, then fighting some human psychopath or terrorist should be a piece of cake?”

Sam interjected, “Rufus, she does have a point.”

“I know, but it doesn’t mean I have to like it. Why the hell you interested in being a fed anyway? Why couldn’t you go to school to be a lawyer like your momma?” Smiling to yourself, you remembered your dad saying the same thing when you told him your career plans to be a federal agent. He couldn’t understand why you would choose a job so similar to hunting, but you told him like you told him before, “What’s the point of hunting, if there’s no world to save?” Rufus chuckled, “Damn it, little girl. You’re good. Next time just call for backup and save me from adding a couple more of gray hairs. I’m too damn handsome for that bullshit.” This time it was your turn to chuckle, “Yes sir.”

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After a couple beers and greasy burgers, you left the quartet of men inside the motel room to have some alone time, because being the only woman in a group of men could get tiring and you needed the break. Thankfully, it was a beautiful night; the sky was clear with the moon and the stars shining brilliantly, and it was the perfect temperature: not too cold but not too warm, with a slight breeze.

Sipping on a beer and leaning against your car, you thought of Trent’s last words to you before you put the beat down on him, “You’re just not the marrying type Y/N. What man wants to marry a woman who gets into bar fights, curses too much, is a little on the heavy side, and refuses to put a relaxer in their hair. And let’s face it, if we had babies together, they be a little too dark for my taste.” That what was really pushed you over the edge. You weren’t mad about the cheating; you were pretty sure you loved the idea of Trent, but you weren’t head over heels in love. He didn’t catch your attention like a certain hunter, who appeared at your dad’s door three years ago. It was the unfavorably comments on your blackness that made you give him two black eyes and some broken ribs.

You were pissed at yourself that you didn’t notice his self-hate and anti-blackness at the beginning of your relationship. He would always comment on how he really enjoyed when you had straight weave, or suggesting a salad instead of a burger, or always planning indoor activities when he knew you loved being outside. It was all clicking together when suddenly you were being interrupted by Dean snapping in your face, “Y/N. Hey, Y/N are you okay?”

Blinking rapidly, you replied hazily, “Huh? Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Mmmhmmm. Now tell me the real reason why you broke up with that jackass. I know cheating doesn’t result in two black eyes and broken ribs. Maybe one black eye and a messed-up car, but not all that extra stuff.”

“Promise you won’t tell my dad?” “Scouts honor!” You punched Dean in the shoulder, “You weren’t in the boy scouts” Nodding his head, “It’s true, but I promise your secret is safe with me.” Deciding to trust Dean with the truth you told him what Trent said. When you finished telling Dean, you could feel the anger vibrating around him, he had both hands in clenched fists by his sides. Dean growled, “I’m gonna do worse than give him a couple of black eyes and broken ribs. What the hell is wrong with him, you’re perfect.” Dean’s last comment caught you off guard. Did your secret crush just call you perfect?

“Perfect? I mean damn, I’m a Turner so awesomeness is guaranteed, but perfect seems a little far-fetched.” Dean turned you to face him, “Yes, perfect. Any woman who can match me drink for drink, kick my ass, and speak five different languages is perfect.” Holding up both hands, you corrected Dean, “Ten. I speak ten different languages.” Dean gave a thousand watt smile and help up his hands in mock surrender, “I’m sorry. Ten different languages.”

“I should’ve known better. The signs were all there. I paid attention to all the signs with you, I don’t know why I didn’t with Trent,” you muttered to yourself, but Dean heard. “What did you mean by the signs with me?” Rolling your eyes, “C’mon, Dean. You don’t date girls that look like me. You date the girls with ivory skin, blonde hair, and blue eyes.”

“You were wearing a yellow dress, that just made your skin glow. I for sure thought you were some sort of goddess and I was scared that I was gonna have to gank you,” Dean rambled.

“Huh? Dean what the hell are you talking about?”

“That was what you were wearing three years ago when I showed up at Rufus’s door with that bottle of Johnnie Walker Blue Label, asking about Bela. Sweetheart, from that moment on I noticed everything about you. So, don’t ever in your life say, I don’t date girls that look like you,” At this point, Dean had your heart pumping a million beats per minute. He continued by grabbing your chin to look at him and dropped his voice even lower, “Because Rufus won’t be the only one you call daddy.”

Suddenly your throat was dry as the Sahara and your pussy was wet as Niagara Falls. Feeling bold from Dean’s words you inched your mouth closer to his, until you were close enough to feel his breath on your lips. Dean was closing the gap when an unexpected guest decided to make an appearance. “Oh hell no! Dean Winchester get your nasty ass hands off my baby girl,” your dad ordered while he stormed towards you and Dean. Dean reluctantly but hurriedly let go of you, so he could avoid the wrath of your father.

As you felt Dean’s hands leave your body, you felt you dad’s instead, and they were steering you toward your motel room. Pointing a finger at you, your dad ordered, “You stay here. Ya hear me?” You playfully rolling your eyes with a smirk, “Yes sir.” Rufus’s voice got stern, “I mean it, Y/N.” “I promise I will listen. Good night, daddy.” But you weren’t only saying good night to your dad, as you stood up on your tippy toes and placed a kiss on your dad’s cheek and gave him a hug, you made sure you were looking at Dean when you said daddy. He gave you a wink and smirk that were full of promises as he mouthed ‘Good night, sweetheart’ as he entered his shared room with Sam.

Once you got your dad to his room and you were laying in bed, you thought to yourself: maybe hunting during Spring Break wasn’t so bad after all.

Tagging those who liked a couple of my past fics: @meishaabae @dannixchristian @cosmicmelaninflower @lastaciontricia @asprinkleofweird @mml232 @aliceinchristmasland @xy-zero @1000roughdrafts @httpchxcxlateapple @hisxblackxqueen @eidetic-spencerreid @blacknthemix

[imagineaworlds]

04//Mike the Inconvenience

summary: Olivia Grace is a motherfucking Magician. Yeah, she’s British. Yeah, she’s got a LOT of secrets– but doesn’t everyone? And she’s totally fucked up.

pairing: margo hanson x female!oc

word count: 2,505

warnings (for entire series): cursing. drug and alcohol use. drug and alcohol abuse. sex.

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Grace was stumbling down the stairs just before she was knocked into by someone running up the stairs. She rolled her eyes and looked at the boy in front of her. It was Todd, one of the Physical kids living in the cottage, but forgotten by Grace and all of her friends.

“Sorry,” Todd apologized, then continued running up the stairs, afraid. Grace continued down the stairs, and she heard the laughter of Margo and Eliot.

“Todd?!” Margo joked. They continued to laugh as Grace leaned over the staircase railing and sighed. Eliot was first to notice her to which Margo turned around for. “Oh! Liv! Come here,” Margo waved her hands in her own direction. Grace threw her head back and unwillingly went down the stairs. “Question,” she whirled around to reveal a small pink bikini with gold chains covering her body. It was weird to have friends who trusted her to the point they were willing to show off their bodies to her. “Does this scream Ibiza or what?”

Shyly, Grace nodded.

“Liv,” Eliot gushed. He turned back to his packing and talked about his plans for Ibiza.

“Hey, El?” Margo stopped him. He looked up at her. “We haven’t invited anyone. Have we?”

Eliot shook his head. “No, but Ibiza’s our thing. It always has been. You can’t be serious. Dean Fogg would never allow it.”

Margo smiled, “Olivia, go grab your things. You’re coming to Ibiza with us!” Margo ran up a couple of steps to meet with Olivia. “Come on, you're going to need help packing all of those drugs in your case, ‘cause they are sure as hell coming with us,” she pulled Olivia up the stairs.

“I’ll just use a packing spell Alice taught me… Thank you, though,” Grace said uncomfortably.

“Nonsense,” Margo clapped her hands on Grace’s shoulders to stop their walking through the hallway. “I insist.”

For the next hour Grace and Margo were packing bathing suits on bathing suits, drugs on drugs, and the occasional shirt and shorts, but never anything noticeable in the pile of white and green in plastic bags. Grace had asked as a joke if everyone at Ibiza was always nude, and Margo plainly responded with a yes, then laughed hysterically. When it was all packed Margo helped Grace take the bags downstairs. Eliot was shuffling through papers and scratching his head. He was looking for some kind of spell in Arabic, or at least that’s what Grace could see from the papers and books he was rummaging through.

“I’m looking for a present for the elders who invited us, but I can't decide,” he admitted, tossing a book on the ground, frustrated.

“What did you guys do last year?” Grace asked.

Eliot opened another book. “A working bag of dicks.”

Grace immediately laughed. “Brilliant. Did they love it?”

“Oh, yes, they did…” Margo smirked, swaying her hips to the side as she bit her lip. “What are you deciding between, El?”

Eliot sighed and threw another book on the floor. It was the last book he had to throw, and all the other papers were crumpled, telling both Margo and Olivia that he was out of resources. “I heard some kids talking about a magical gin. Problem is, I only have half of the spell and there’s nothing in the cottage that even mentions the word gin.”

“Okay? So?”

“We,” he looked at both the girls, “have to go to the library.”

Margo’s face scrunched, her nose wrinkled, and it was all joined by a whine, “You must be joking.”

They had put it off all day. Margo, Eliot, and Olivia were doing everything they could to stay away from the terrible fact that they had to go to the dusty, long forgotten library somewhere in the middle of campus where all the nerds hung out. They even resulted to Google Magic for answers, but clearly everyone online didn’t have a clue or didn’t give a shit about actual magic. So the ugly truth became clear, and the three best friends walked to the library prepared to stay up until morning if they had to just to find the spell for the magic gin. When they got there, the place was empty except for the old and disgusting librarian. She was stubby, a bit overweight, and her back was hunched. Her grey hair resembled that of Albert Einstein, which made Grace want to laugh and point the joke out, but she stayed quiet. The librarian was stern, and if you made any noise louder than a whisper, she threw you out and banned you from the library, which didn’t sound all that bad to Grace, truth be told.

While Grace and Margo sat down, Eliot’s fingers skimmed over book spine’s and his eyes scanned the titles, looking for anything that could be helpful to their search. When he returned ten minutes later, he held five books. He slammed them on the table then grabbed the top book, falling into the chair next to Margo and across from Grace. Margo took the second book, and Grace the third. Upon opening the book, Grace noticed that it was all in Arabic, but when she focused on the letters she could suddenly understand everything she was reading. To make it weirder, she had never taken a foreign language class in her life, not even Spanish, and she had never seen an Arabic word in her entire life as far as she knew.

“What even is this?” Margo complained.

“It’s Arabic,” Eliot and Grace said at the same time.

“Ugh,” Margo shut her book, “A bag of dicks is sounding awfully good at the moment,” she joked, taking Eliot’s hand in hers. Grace laughed and got back to reading, taking a few notes.

“Copy that,” a man said from behind Eliot, still looking at the bookshelves. When he noticed that the attention had drifted to him, he faced them.  “My name’s Mike. You guys are reading Arabic, no?”

“We are…” Olivia answered.

“I aced it here a couple of years ago,” he began, “And without cheating.”

“Woah,” Margo whispered. The comment wasn’t made for Mike’s name or his ability to read and understand Arabic or his courage to make fun of Eliot, it was pointed at his looks. And gosh, he had looks. Grace thought to herself.

Mike did not differ from any other New Yorker, yet he managed to catch all of their eyes. Gay or otherwise. His blonde hair was cut short— definitely not long like Quentin’s or Eliot’s— He was wearing a plaid shirt with a suit coat and khakis. It was an acquired taste, supposedly. Margo was clearly suspicious of him, or jealous, Grace couldn’t quite place her finger on what Margo was feeling, or let alone the difference between the two when it did come to Margo.

“Eliot,” he held out his hand. “By the way.” Mike shook Eliot’s hand, but they didn’t let go. Grace and Margo looked to each other.

“Margo and Olivia,” Margo said, pointing to both the girls, but Eliot and Mike didn’t break gaze with one another.

By the time they were back at the cottage, they had found the spell (Without Eliot and Mike’s help, Margo would want everyone to know that it was Grace who found the information.) And when they were building for the spell, Mike and Eliot were still not helping, which irritated Margo to the point she yelled at them: “Just bang! Now!” And that’s what they did. For over two or three hours the two of them were in Eliot’s room, shaking the cottage. Literally.

“So I want everyone here to know that the two of you did nothing,” Margo snapped at the two men once they came downstairs. “Except for each other.” Margo and Grace had finished, finally, and it seemed that the boys did too. “Todd did more than you.”

Todd looked excited, but Grace gave him one nasty look and he was quiet.

“I’m sorry, Margo,” Mike said sincerely. “I really do hope that we get to know each other. You, too, Olivia.”

“Oh, um, Mike,” Eliot stopped him. “Margo and I are fortunate enough to get away with calling her Olivia… I don’t want to find you dead,” Eliot joked and looked at Grace.

She gave him a sour smile before starting the machine for the gin. It rattled for a while, then came to a stop. Nothing happened.

“Well, that was underwhelming.”

Following Eliot's comment that came too early, the bottle filled to the top with what looked to be a liquid. Margo made a snide comment and gripped the bottle, ordering Todd to get olives and glasses as she popped the cork off. The lights flickered and smoke filled the room. It wasn’t magic exactly, but instead a crappy looking, real life CGI-ed genie.

“Shit…” Eliot muttered. Noticing everyone’s confusion in the cottage, he turned to them and explained, “It’s not gin, as in: g-i-n,” —Eliot loved spelling those kinds of things out—  “It’s jinn: j-i-n-n. The Arabic word.”

Margo laughed, “No fucking way. What kind of jinn is he? Like a three wish kind o’ guy or an any wish means endless possibilities?”

Todd stepped forwards, “Actually, Margo… Because you opened the bottle and freed him, he’s in your service and will only respond to you.”

“Mental,” Grace whispered.

She watched as the jinn eased and bowed to Margo. “نعم عشيقة.” Is what he said, which Grace easily translated to: “Yes, mistress.” Then he walked to Mike, pushed Eliot out of the way, and gripped at Mike’s neck. Everyone was in a state of panic by such point because the jinn was attacking someone, and even Eliot tried to help, but the jinn and Mike disappeared as Eliot was about to trap them.

“Okay, Bambi, what the hell?” Eliot exclaimed when he stood up straight. “Why did you wish away my boyfriend?!”

Margo laughed and set down the jinn bottle on the table. She was frustrated with him and his accusations, and why he felt it was okay to treat her like shit just because they weren’t as close anymore. Or at least that’s what Grace got from the way Margo was responding. It was hard for Olivia Grace to understand what everyone was saying because they were screeching in each other’s faces and she had taken a few extra ecstasy pills once she and Margo were done packing her stuff for Ibiza.

Ibiza. That was something Grace was looking forward to while she fell onto the couch, blocking out her friend’s bickering. She needed to get away from Brakebills and Quentin, though both he and Alice were at Brakebills South and would be until the day after the girls went to Ibiza for break. Two weeks of alcohol, drugs, and sex was what Grace needed to forget everything and move on with her life. She was at Brakebills to learn magic, become like her mother and father, and live out the rest of her life as a legitimate Magician. That’s what excited Grace the most. She finally had something to put effort towards. High school was fun and all, but college and magic was really what made sense to her. Sometimes she feared magic would become an addiction too. What’s the harm in one more addiction? Grace kept reminding herself.

Just remember, Vivie, you’re the disappointment. The one who’s different from the rest of the world, loves someone for their personality and not their sexuality or gender. You’re the one who never made the cut for Brakebills until two months after the official Exam. That’s what Grace kept saying to herself, and, yes, most of it was true but it never meant she had to beat herself up about it. Liam always told her it was important to stay true to yourself and not lie to anyone about it. If people had any issues with Olivia, they’d have to talk to Liam about it, which usually meant a black eye or two and a few broken bones and teeth. Big brother’s have the tendency to be overprotective, and Grace had her protector.

Once Margo and Eliot were finally done arguing and had agreed that Margo could have possibly been responsible for Mike’s disappearance, they went on a hunt for El’s sudden boyfriend, which neither Margo nor Grace approved of. Like Eliot cared. They were headed to the library, where they met Mike. Margo admitted she thought Mike should go back from where he came, which Todd figured out was where ever they met Mike. Just so happened, that was at the library, the one place they thought they would never return to. Grace was being pulled Margo who was following a half clothed Eliot.

“You don’t think he’s mad, right?” Margo said to Grace. Olivia shrugged her shoulders as she walked on her own and not being dragged around. “I mean… They only met today, banged a couple of times in one day, and that’s it. It’s impossible for them to be in love and shit suddenly. Isn’t it?”

“Margo, why don’t you just talk to him? We go to Ibiza tonight, so talk to him before that,” Grace guided. Margo sighed and looked at Eliot’s back and his long curls, longing for her best friend. She smiled at Grace and rested her head on the Brit’s shoulder as they continued to walk. Margo Hanson may have not had Eliot Waugh wrapped around her finger anymore, but she sure had Olivia Grace under her trance—  Metaphorically speaking.

Margo was ready to leave for Ibiza, the hub of partying for Magicians. Grace was still upstairs, thinking about why she was leaving and what good would come from it if she stayed or left. But against everything running through her mind she picked up her suitcase and went to the stairs. She could hear Margo complaining about Eliot not going to Ibiza with her, but Eliot responded with an apology, followed up by him saying some things about Mike.

“But what about Olivia?” Eliot snickered, “Hm?”

There was an unauditable retort from Margo.

“Oh, come on, Bambi! Just tell me you’ll at least kiss her.”

“I don’t know what you're talking about,” she said, followed by something else unauditable to Grace.

“I see the way you look at her…”

Margo sighed, “It’s not that obvious,” she declared. “Is it?”

Eliot laughed. “Come here, Bambi.” Grace pictured them hugging and swaying together. “You have fun without me, you hear? And remember, sun screen, waxing, and a lot of drinking. I’ll be disappointed if you return with more than a single swimsuit.”

Grace took this as her chance to show them she was there. “Are we ready?”

Margo turned to her, “Yeah, just one more thing. Todd!” she called. Todd came running in from the kitchen as if he too were eavesdropping. “Grab a swimsuit. You’re coming to Ibiza with us ladies.”

“Actually?!” Todd jumped up and down.

“Yes. So get a move on.”

[margaritas-and-melancholy]

Part 1

So I was writing a piece for @straightasdeanwinchester‘s 2000 follower challenge but then I got super carried away for several day and Its ended up being really, really long and I’m not even a quarter into the story yet sooo this is going to be a part 1 for a fic coming soon hopefully!

Word Count: 10,001

Pairing: The Winchester Bro’s x platonic reader (well kinda platonic but also with a bit of a thing for Dean)

Warnings: None I think

Enjoy!

It was February in Kansas, still winter and you were outside a worn and rusted old metal door. You were standing outside the Men of Letters American bunker; a relic from the 1950s left abandoned until recently. The two new occupants were Sam and Dean Winchester; Legacies through their grandfather's side. You hesitate to knock but you’re sure you have already tripped the warding sigils and sooner or later they will find out you’re am here.

 Whilst standing outside the bunker you absently think of everything that had happened in the last year. You think of the day you found out you were an Impartial angel, a special type of Angel little told of in theology textbooks, at least the ones you’d seen. We are not only Angels, we are also humans.

Unlike other Angels which must take vessels in order to survive on the earth we come with one prepackaged.

 Impartials are born just like humans with no memory of who they are and you had ha a completely normal human life until we turn 18.

 That is when you’d receive what's known as The Knowledge. Impartial angels receive all the knowledge of their past life; who they were, what they used to be and who they need to be.

 An impartial angel might live up to 3000 years in the same human body but they still need to take a new form when that body dies. You remember the two different lives you have lived so far, one you barely remember, only the darkness and the cold and the fighting and surviving. The next is more vivid to you, you were a young boy living in Ireland, nothing more than a peasant really, scrounging for a bit of turnip or an apple to fend off the scurvy. Now you’re a girl, born 1998 London, England.

 When you received my Knowledge you saw the apocalypse, you heard of the Leviathan, you heard everything and then you heard of the Winchester's; Sam and Dean.

 Now forced to flee from your home and family the obvious choice was to seek them out for help and protection. And that (with a bit of persuasion from Chuck) is why you’re hesitating in front of the door of the two most infamous hunters in history.

 You feel silly but deep down you’re scared of rejection. The brothers are not exactly known for being friendly or for enjoying Partners in Crime and you can't tell them the whole reason you are here. You don't want to.

 You breathe out long and heavy watching the condensation of my breath and knock on the door. After a minute, it's opened by a tall man dressed simply in jeans and a plaid shirt, brown hair coming to his shoulders and confusion written all over his face.

 “Hi” you start brightly, beaming a sunny smile to him and hoping he won't slam the door in your face or try to kill you. Of course, that scenario would end up being a lot worse for him.

 The man- Sam - looks baffled “um hi…”  he looks inside the dark bunker and back at you “I'm sorry” he says, “who are you?”

 “Oh sorry” You stutter, determined to make a positive impact “I'm (Y/N), um it's nice to meet you, can I come in?”

 “How did you find us?” This doesn't seem to be going anywhere…. His eyebrows knit together with confusion and just a hint of fear.  His hand is reaching reflexively towards his belt to the knife you know is hidden under his shirt.

 “Look it's a really long story can I just come in?” taking control you push past him still standing frozen in shock and walk into the bunker dragging my case behind me. After the terrors of demons and angels I suppose a you were the last thing they were expecting. Oh well, at least if I look cute and fuzzy he won't try and kill me outright.

 Carefully I step through the two heavy doors and look beyond the balcony below to the cavernous rooms. Dean stares up from a table surrounded by open lore books looking concerned “Sam?”  he shouts, “What the hell?”

You walk down the stairs followed by Sam and place my bag on the nearest table. You see Deans eyes widen and a smile spreads across his face.

  “Chuck sent me” you announce.

 “Chuck... as in God?” Sam questions

“yeah”

Dean looks irritated and rolls his eyes “Oh great, so what does he think we are now, babysitters!” he huffs. “Anyway, I thought God was taking an extended vacation, family bonding and all that”

 “Well I am family” You smile encouragingly

 From your peripheral vision, you see Sam give you the side eye and the two of them exchange a glance.

 “No offence” Sam started “but God didn’t show for Michael, Lucifer or the apocalypse, what makes you special”. He leans against one of the walls arms folded and eyebrow raised.

 “Look, there's trouble upstairs-” You begin hesitantly

“When isn't there!”  Dean mutters under his breath looking bothered. Looking back to all the times they have had to clean up heavens messes you can see why.

 “Maybe it's best if you tell us from the beginning” Sam said gently. You shrug and sigh.

 “Ok but it might take a while”

   “So, let me get this straight you're some kind of humanoid...angel... whatever and you got in trouble with some of your angel buddies and you need to stay here?”. You look up from bitten fingernails and see Dean's resigned expression.

 “Yeah more or less” You give them both a smile and really hope they're not going to kick you out.

 “impartial angel...” Sam repeats, “you know dean, I think I have seen something about that in the lore”

“Oh yeah”

 “Yeah! you guys were supposed to be able to pack some serious mojo right?” Sam turns to you for confirmation and you swear he's almost impressed.

 You chuckle awkwardly and give a sheepish grin “Yeah”

 “Well you wouldn't have thought it looking at you, a tiny little thing like yourself” Dean scoffs eyeing you up and down. “But then again look at Chuck and he’s master of the universe”

 If you could see yourself now you are pretty sure you would agree with him, you don't look like a centre of power. You’re small and absolutely terrified. You fold my hands behind your back so you can't start wringing them together and hope the sweat isn't visible.

 What's making you most nervous, creating this horrible pit in your stomach is you can't taste the atmosphere of the room.  You had decided to switch off your ‘spidey senses’ to give the boys a bit of privacy and not read their minds. Besides you didn't want to hear their judgement of you.

 “Look it won't be for very long and I won't make any mess, I won't be any trouble, I promise I just really need to stay for a while and lie low... please”

 You look pleadingly between Sam and Dean who exchange stares. As an only child, you’ve always envied that connection between siblings, the ability to understand what each other are thinking and it's clear that Sam and Dean are no different.

Dean is the first to break the uncomfortable pause by huffing loudly “Sure it's no problem, consider us your very own witness protection service for human- angels” he grins at you and Sam

 “Hangels!” He shouts tears in his eyes at his own terrible pun. “Eh eh Sammy...Hangels”

 You crack a smile at Sam's disapproving face as Dean gets up from the table throwing his hands in the air “Some people!”  he says, “No appreciation for good humour” and he disappears down the corridor. He turns just for a second to stare inquisitively at you then smiles at whatever unknown thought he had.

 In the corner, Sam looks pensive “What worries me is what's possibly so bad that could be a threat to an impartial angel” he asks.

 Your face falls and you glare down at my shoes ashamed “maybe I am the threat” you whisper

From where you’re standing the silence feels long and ugly but that maybe just because you already know your sins. Unwilling to see the disgust you are sure is written on his face you keep your eyes fixed downwards.

 Thankfully the awkwardness is broken by an ever-reliable noisy Dean who tramples into the room “Hey, we've got a room for you -not fancy or pink -but it's safe, we can promise you that”. Behind the jokes, you can see the sincerity in his eyes and you nod.

“Thank you, really”

 “Well it's almost 7:30 so I was going to head out and grab something to eat is there anything you want?”  Sam begins while putting his coat on.

 “Oh s***!” you shout “I need to call my mother, she is going to be freaking out!”.

 Dean looks up in disbelief “angels have mothers?!”  looking round at Sam who simply shrugs back and looks at me.

  You laugh “I do” .

 “Where?”  Dean exclaims.

 “At home…”  You reply slowly.

 He still looks lost “Yeah, where’s that?.

 “London”.

 Sam seems concerned “You came all the way from London to here by yourself?”.

 “Of course,” you reply, “To be honest I only really left half an hour ago...I teleported- angel here remember”. You don’t mention all the time you spent creepily standing outside.

 They both still seemed to be having difficulty coming to terms with the fact that one of the most powerful creatures of Heaven was standing in front of them with a baby face and a purple suitcase. Of course, Lilith was a twelve-year-old and she started the end of the world. And you wouldn’t say you were young looking really, just more innocent.

 “Right” dean said

 “Two minutes” You shout over your shoulder pulling out your phone from my pocket and dialling mum's number.

  It appeared they would rather be facing a vampire than you right now judging by the twin grimaces they were sporting with Sam’s rather outmatching Dean. To be honest you couldn't blame them.

 The phone call was short and went as expected. A lecture for calling late and for leaving your room a mess. Her voice was high and stretched thin, a violin string waiting to snap. You could tell the anger was just a cover for her worry. The last year had been hard for her, accepting her little girl becoming a 3657-year-old (I think, I stopped keeping track a few centuries ago) warrior angel.

 Sam had left to go pick up supplies leaving Dean back at the table with Demonology of the Far East researching for a case. You hung up and picked up my bag “Dean?”

“Yeah”. He looked up and stared directly at you. You were not ready for the physical reaction that accompanied his gaze. Your hands began to sweat as your heart raced. You then realised you had been staring at him for longer than you should.

 “Is it alright if I dump this stuff in my room?” You ask jerking back into reality and pointedly not staring into those green eyes which swallowed you up. “I need to get ready to go hunting, I’ve got a great evening planned”

 He sits back incredulous “Firstly since when do angels hunt, I’m not saying you’re all warm and fuzzy, but hell- your kind don't normally give a crap what goes on down here”

 That stings, you may not be all that close to the heavenly host these days but they are still your family.

 “Well firstly it's not their fault, angels can't help the way they are made to follow the chain of command, we are soldiers Dean not harp playing hippies”. You glare at him.

 “And what do you mean my kind! I am human too you know, I have free will and it's my world too so yeah I care if it's full of monsters!” Even you are surprised at the amount of venom you can hear in my voice and he also looks taken aback.

 Holding his hands up he tries to start again “Okay sorry...truce?” He offers.

 “Sure” You smile weakly, you need to learn to cover the Impartial side. “So, what was secondly?”

He also cracks a smile the sudden tension draining from his shoulders.

 “How did you find a case already?!” Dean asks

 You can't help showing off just a bit and reply casually “I smelt a vamps nest when I came in, about twenty miles away- around 15 of them I think”

 “Yeah sure Sherlock, don't you think we would have noticed a nest of that size in our own neck of the woods”

 You simply smile innocently.

  “An angel is never wrong Dean” and step into the corridor leading to the spare bedrooms leaving him snorting in contempt behind you.

 You hadn't considered it before, how much fun this could be. You never had any siblings and now it's almost like gaining two -slightly dysfunctional- older brothers.

 Well maybe one older brother. And one…something else.

  Invisible from the outside the bunker is massive on the inside, a maze stuck in the 50s painted in retro browns and pale yellows with harsh fluorescent lights and it reminds you of a WW2 government building.

 You could almost expect Churchill himself to come plodding out of one the rooms filled with switchboards, control panels and flashing buttons. Of course, instead of Nazis this place is scanning for demons.

 “Oh, hell no” You say aloud walking into your room, 1950’s is great but if you’re going to be living here for a while the puke colour decor has got to go. You don't care how shallow it sounds it's times like this you love being an angel.

 A couple of finger snaps later you’re sitting at a crystal dressing table groaning under boxes of makeup, brushes and perfume surrounded by gleaming white wallpaper, soft cream carpet and silk sheets. Perhaps the ballroom Moissanite chandelier was a bit much but you think it adds character to the room.

Excited for the evening ahead you spend the better part of an hour and a half transforming your hair and face. You pull out your favourite dress- short and a beautiful emerald velvet with a V neck and loose bell sleeves and then lace up black leather combat boots.

Next up; accessories, hunting style.

 You pick out the knife that you would feel lost without. Even from five months to now ago my weapons feel like part of my skin and extensions of me. You slip your Buck 120 General into a pocket of my leather jacket.

 A couple of months ago You modified a black biker jacket so that you could store blades in the lining which comes in handy in days like today where you’re going to need a machete for the vamps later.

 You switch off the music and walk back down the passageway to the main rooms. Both Sam and Dean are there, Dean digging into a greasy takeaway bag and Sam looking at him with disdain.  “You’ve already eaten 2 burgers Dean, I really hope you enjoy diabetes”.

 Dean looks up at him mid chew “Shut up Sammy, a man needs his bacon”.

 You deliberately step loudly into them room so they hear you enter and Sam turns “Hey, do you want something to eat” He glares at Dean “If there is anything left”

Unabashed Dean then turns “Sorry” and then notices your drastically more polished appearance. He straightened up quickly in his chair doing a small double take “Hey!” He said, “Where the hell are you going?”.

 “Hunting, I told you” You remind him with a smirk and look at them both “You ‘re both welcome to come if you want”.

 “Wait I thought you said Vamps- I doubt they care about makeup” Dean admonished mockingly.

 “Yeah but first I've got to stop off, I've been tracking a high-profile demon for a month or so and I know he is going to be at a club not too far from here tonight so I needed to dress to blend in”.

 “You know you are going to freeze to death” Sam pointed out “It's practically arctic out there”.

 You’re beginning to lose your patience, all the getting ready and prep has built up the anticipation and thrill you always get before hunting. Your muscles ache to be used and your Impartial is bubbling to the surface.

 “I’ll be fine” You say decisively “Are you guys coming or not”.

 “You wanna take out 15 Vamps by yourself? Yeah, we are coming” Dean said, “I’m beginning to see why Chuck sent you to us”. Sam shook his head slightly in agreement. You thought it was sweet how they clearly wanted to protect you.

 You go to climb up the stairs but Sam moves to block your path arm resting on the banister.

“Look, Chuck entrusted you to us for a reason and I hardly think wandering off to a Vampire nest at night is a good idea”.

 My smile tightens “Sam” You say warningly “Please move”.

 “Stay”.

 “You know I don't actually need to leave via the front door right- I could just zap on out of here” you remind him.

 Dean gets up from the table and pulls out his own machete from a duffle bag and sticks it through his belt “Kids’ got a point”.

 Sam rolls his eyes “Fine” and goes to take his own weapon

 “Brilliant” You smile and focus on the grimy bit of town you were aiming to teleport to whilst ignoring Dean's low grumbling “Death wish!”.

 “Okay let's go” I said and reached forward to grab their arms.

 ---

 Your feet impact on hard pavement and the cold air whipped around you. You were in a dark side street lined with bins and locked doors. Even from here the buzz of the city square was audible and you shivered. Sam noticed and raised his eyebrows “Cold?” he reproached “I told you so”

 You ignored the jib and walked towards the city glow. You hadn't shivered from cold, angels don't feel the temperature the way humans do. You shivered because you could feel it- the heart of the city and smell the putrefaction of its evil- and you were excited.

 You let the boys follow you walking down the shaded side of the streets becoming increasingly busier. You pull your hood over your face to blend in further. Invisibility allows you to become no more than an observer which was useful when hunting.

 Sam caught up with you “So, the demon, who is he?” he asked walking round a group of cackling plastic-looking women supporting a clearly very drunk friend. She was tottering on her thin plastic stilettos paying little mind to the stains on her pink mini-dress which looked suspiciously like vomit.

 She shouted at us as we past “Ooo nice boyfriends honey, mind if I take one!” which provoked the whole gaggle to burst into more raucous laughter.

 Dean was smirking at you and raised his eyebrows suggestively whilst you blushed crimson. Sam just smiled politely, with thinly veiled distaste and stepped further away from the group. “The demon?” He prompted and you teared your eyes away from Dean.

 “His name’s Eligor, just your standard douchebag demon, until he got promoted to Great Duke of Hell” You say giving him a pointed look.

 Dean has overtaken you both now as you all cross one of the main city squares buzzing with energy in all corners. People are spilling out like stains into the street drinking, smoking and talking.

 “So, where’s the club?” Dean stops and turns to face Sam and you then looks down at his watch shaking his head “Christ I’m too old for nightclubs”.

 “Have a drink and you’ll be fine” Sam says and Dean's face lightens up slightly.

 “Don't think I won't Sammy”.

 You’re shocked. “You guys drink on the job?”. And they were telling you off for being irresponsible. Dean pauses at the end of the street grinning.

“Well I do most of the drinking and Sam does most of the whining to go home, but don’t worry sweetheart I’ll buy you one too” he winked.

 “I do not!” Sam protests pointing at Dean and opening his mouth to argue-

 “Right!” You shout loudly. “It's right here”.  You were beginning to wonder how often you were going to have to break up the little bickering matches. Sam rolled his eyes and turned away to look fixedly at the buildings on the other side of the road strolled looking amused.

 “So, this Eligor” Dean shouted back to Sam and you. “What's a great Duke of hell doing topside anyway? Isn't he supposed to be...well in hell?”.

 “Yeah that's kinda the problem” you explained. “So, he is in charge of 60 legions of demons and normally it's the small fry that do this kind of manual labour but he has recently been getting involved in a human cartel... and a nasty one at that, responsible for hundreds of deaths this year”.

 The three of you were getting closer to the area of downtown where the club was. You weren’t sure if the boys could sense it but the shift in the mood between the two crowds was blatantly tangible to you. You all were surrounded by warehouses lit with garish neon signs advertising bars and clubs, pounding techno music coming from inside.

 Most people here were dressed in black, faces shrouded by hoods, scattered on the streets, and leaning against walls talking quietly in small groups. From the corner of your eye you could see the boys and you being inspected by a tall scruffy guy with narrowed eyes.

 Dean instinctively straightened up, searching for threats. Meanwhile Sam had subtly grabbed our arms pulled Dean and you both closer to him so he could whisper “Uh guys, we are being stared at...a lot”

Dean pulled his arm away roughly and hissed back quietly “Then stop looking so nervous”

 “It's just because we are new, strangers are never appreciated in places like this” You reassured him and then stopped, grabbing the back of Dean's jacket to stop him wandering off. “Here. this is it”

 Dean looked up at the corrugated metal door with a yellow sign saying Corruption and snorted quietly in amusement “Huh, ‘Corruption. Figures”. He had no idea. Unlike you he couldn't hear all of the people in the street trading in their secrets and deals.

 There was a short line with two burly bouncers flanking the door. Both were heavily tattooed with standard satanic symbols and gang signs but the shorter one had his entire face covered with a grinning skull laid over his own features.

 Dean was eyeing the bouncers with curiosity “Check out the tatts” he said elbowing Sam. Then he turned to you. “Demons?” he asked.

 You laugh derisively “Yeah right, I doubt he even knows what half of those symbols mean” Sam shook his head in disbelief frowning at the large 666 on the taller man’s neck.

 “When the hell did Satanism become cool? “He said.

“God knows” Dean replied and chuckled “Crowley would probably hate them”. He then proceeded to take on a mock British accent “Satanists just have no finesse these days”.

 “Omg don’t, that was horrible” You say rifling in my purse and pulling out a personal invitation. It seemed both you and the Duke of hell had some contacts in this area.

 “Where did you get that?” Sam asked, “You only arrived today”

 You shrug.

 “I preplanned”.

 Then you strut over to the skull faced bouncer and looked evenly at him thrusting out the invitation.

 He inclined his head towards the group and lifted the scarlet silk rope for you and the boys to pass.

  Immediately past the door there was a passage leading to a flight of stairs also painted a deep blood red with dim cat lights on the ceiling.

 You all walked up the stairs which opened onto a huge square room dark and jam packed with writhing dancing bodies. The music was deafening reverberating through your ribcage like a second heartbeat.

 Sam leaned over and shouted, “Now what?”.

 Before you could reply Dean pushed you both towards a less crowded corner of the room with a bar counter

 “Now I’m getting my drink”. Sam and you turned to each other and rolled your eyes but deciding it was best to placate him you both let him steer you along.

 Sam leaned against the sticky wooden counter and you hopped onto a stool scanning the room for a sign of Eligor. Dean smacked his hand on the counter and shouted

“Double whisky!” over the din.

 The barman came over and asked, “How do you want it?”.

Dean smiled broadly “Alcoholic”.

“Right”.

Dean turned back to us “So how do we find this guy”.

You pointed at the both of them. “You don't find him, I do” You emphasized. “You’re my backup”.

 Whilst Dean drank and explained the finer tunings of a smoked Tennessee whiskey to a politely disinterested Sam you closed your eyes.

 Impartial angels are both angelic and human having been born as one. You may display as many attributes of an Impartial angel or a human as you like. But when they hunt the Impartial takes over.

 Shutting your eyes the thumping music stopped, my breathing slowed. You could hear every word spoken in the room, hear the heartbeats of every creature the colour of every soul swimming in the blackness.

 Then you heard “kill...cut...Yoanna...trick...bury...hell”. That was followed by other words of violence and cruelty. Snippets of a conversation that could only be Eligor’s. You could feel it was his mind, bitter and acrid. It had the colour of soot, dirty and black.

 In that moment everything stopped, and there was only the hunt, the connection pulling you towards the pool of darkness, the itch to destroy it.

 Your eyes opened and Sam started and shouted, “What the hell, (Y/N) you have demon eyes!”

Both him and Dean had gotten up and stood in front of you ready to defend themselves if necessary.

“Sammy” Dean said carefully, his face stony and serious moving to stand in front of you. “They’re not Demon eyes look. I would know, I’ve had them” He drew his hand back from under his jacket relaxing

“What happened to you?”. Sam still looked concerned and still had not moved from his defensive position.

 “Eligor” You said shortly. “I’ve found him, the hunt has begun and the Impartial has taken over”. You knew that would mean nothing to the boys but you were no longer paying attention.

 You stood up from the stool and fixed your eyes on a door across the club. “Come” You barked and without looking back started to push through the centre of the crowd. You tried not to look anyone in the face knowing they would see the eyes of an Impartial. Black and liquid, but with hints of rainbow. Like an oil slick.

 You barely noticed when Sam grabbed your arm- presumably not to lose you in the thick throng of people. However, you stopped when you all ducked through the doorway in the club and entered into a dingy dark corridor painted the same menacing red as the entrance.

 “So, you've found him?” Sam asked “Where?”.

 “Not sure exactly” You admitted “But I can feel he is near”.

 Dean slid the gun from his belt next to me and nodded “Then let's go get the bastard”.

 The three of you wandered along the corridor looking through open doors but you heard nothing. Sam stopped at a dark flight of stairs on the left leading to the next floor and gestured his head towards it both hands on his gun

 “You hear anything?” He asked

You shook your head “Nope”.

 “But that doesn't mean he isn’t, there, right?” he pressed.

“Yeah I guess” you replied.

 He shrugged “We should split up then, I’ll take up here and you guys keep going”

“No!” Dean half shouted lowering his voice quickly and shoving Sam's gun out of sight as a woman walked past. With clear effort, he modulated his voice to an angry whisper.

“Are you crazy! He growled “You want to go wandering off to a Great Duke of hell all by yourself, no way!

 You looked along the passageway then spotted something not too far down.

“You know guy’s I don’t think it’s going to be a problem, let’s go”.

Sam followed your gaze and nodded.

 You folded your arms with one hand tucked just under the edge of your jacket fingers resting on your Buck hunting knife as you walked to another flight of stairs leading upwards.

 The boy from outside was leaning lazily against the wall at the bottom staring at the floor. He looked up when you came over and stretched his face into a thin smile.

“Sorry guys, this floors off limits” he rasped.

 “We'll see, we’ve got an appointment” Dean stepped forward and held his hands up in a shrug. The man's face contorted into something nastier and he sneered.

“I don't remember a Moose and a Squirrel being on the guest list”

Sam also stepped forward pulling out his own demon blade and retorted “well it looks like we are crashing the party” with a dangerous smile.

At that the boys smile slipped off his face and his eyes turned jet black “Try it Winchester”.

 Sam advanced but with a flick of the Demons wrist he was sent crashing into the wall and crumpled onto the floor, dazed.

With a roar, Dean lunged at the Demon and was again knocked back with a force that knocked him back off his feet. The demon grabbed your arm and yanked you in front of him pulling your head back with one hand and raising a blade. Both Sam and Dean were on their feet.

 “If you two don't want to see your little sis get chopped up then back off” The demon snarled. Deans facial expression completely shut down at that, replaced by a mask of anger.

Sam was slightly closer to you so you sent him a pointed look and counted on your fingers at your side; one, two, three.

 You whirled out of the demon’s grip grabbing the arm holding you and using your momentum to swing behind him grabbing his other arm. At the same time, Sam ran forward sinking the blade into the demon's chest and twisting the handle.

The demons breathe cut off as the red glow erupted from his eye-sockets and mouth and his vessel slumped on the ground.

 “Good teamwork” Sam smiled and You reached up to give him a high five laughing.

Dean looked up the stairs grimly “If that's all the guarding they have got that's good, it means Eligor isn't expecting company”.

 The brothers and you ascended the staircase silently and found it led to a small landing with only one red door. It looked newer than the rest of the building. Shiny red paint and a silver embossed M on the door. You guessed it was one of the private meeting rooms the club supplied for clientele on business meetings.

 Placing your finger on your lips you looked at the boys then placed your hands softly on the door and closed your eyes to hear. “Listen, Eligor, what’s our collateral, what is our guarantee they aren't just going to double- “.

 ” Not now Pithius” a deep voice drawled “We've got company”.

Then, loudly enough for the boys to hear Eligor shouted lazily “Come in then!”.

 You drew back sharply from the door all three of us hesitating. You looked back and Dean nodded encouragingly so you swallowed, pushed open the door forcefully and marched in.

 “Eligor” You said coldly.

 He was a tall and thin man in black suit and overcoat with salt and pepper hair, probably in his late 50’s. Every angle of his was sharp and his face was heavily lined.

He smiled unkindly “Well if it isn't my lucky day, the famous Winchesters!” he raised his arms in mock admiration and awe “I’ve heard so much about you”.

 “Well we’ve heard about you too Eligor” Sam retorted.

 Dean tilted his head and asked with curiosity “So why are you on earth doing the dirty work?”. He pouted in fake sympathy “Did you get demoted?”. Eligo’s expression didn't change and he ignored the question as he glanced at you. “Looks like we both have friends in high places boys”.

 “Impartial” he greeted you curtly “I haven't met you before”

You snorted in disdain “I doubt you have met many Impartial.” You let acid leak into your voice. “We don't tend to keep company with your kind”.

What made you most uncomfortable was his lack of response, just a simple smug smile and he turned away from me to address us all loudly.

 “So” he said, “What do you all want, if you could make it quick, as you can see Pithius and I are having a meeting”. He swept his arm across the room towards the even skinnier greying demon beside him. He had been looking at you all with pure malice from the second you walked into the room.

 “Well sorry to interrupt but we really do insist you take a break,” Dean snarled brandishing an angel blade “Permanently,”.

  Eligor paused and then spoke politely with a threatening undertone.

 “I don’t that is going to work for me.”

 Dean shrugged sarcastically “Pity.” and suddenly he threw his fist towards Eligor’s face catching him on the jaw and sending him stumbling backwards.

 The other demon, Pithius, stepped backwards looking at Sam who was advancing towards him and looked over to Eligor for help.

 Dean tried to plunge the knife he was carrying into Eligor’s stomach but was met across the face with a jab from the demon’s elbow. At that you ran forwards to give Dean time regain his balance and of course being too far from the demon to surprise him Eligor flicked a hand sideways.

You were knocked off your feet and you smashed into a cabinet on the other side of the room your head cracking on the corner making my vision blur. You were sure If you had been fully human at this point you would have broken a rib or at least suffered a concussion.

Dean took the opportunity of Eligors momentary distraction with you to grab the demon by the throat and throw him against a wall.

 Sam had knocked over the less powerful demon and attempted to stab through his shoulder when the demon rose and collided with Sam's legs causing him to fall to the ground. In that free second Pithius smoked out of his vessel, a black plume rising from the man's mouth which escaped through a vent. “Crap!” Sam shouted.

 Now the three of you converged on Eligor who made a move to lunge at Dean but you kicked out at his shin hearing a loud crack when your foot connected with bone. The demon howled out in rage and reached towards you but Sam grabbed onto his shoulders slamming him against the wall once more allowing you to plunge your angel blade directly into his heart.

The demon’s vessel spasmed, light emanating from his face. Sam let go and the empty vessel fell to the floor.

 You all stood looking at the two bodies on the floor and breathing heavily. You rubbed the back of your head, as expected not feeling any blood or injury but you felt the pain memory. Dean was massaging his face where Eligor had hit him and gingerly pinching his nose to check for breakages.

Sam motioned at the vessel of Eligor. “Poor guy.” He said.

You squatted down to the body and held up one of its arms pulling back the suit sleeves to reveal deep cuts along the wrists.

 “Don't be.” You said without warmth “He was long gone.”.

 Dean placed his knife back in his jacket and looked at the other demon vessel. “What about this one.” He asked and bent down to place two fingers on the older man's neck “Still breathing.” He announced.

Sam moved over to grab the man's arm and gestured for Dean to do the same. “The same as usual.” He said, “Take him to the nearest hospital, wherever that is”.

 “Okay let's go” You said. “Hold him” and I grabbed the two of them.

 You landed solidly in a deserted front lot of the nearest Mass General. “What time is it?” You asked to no one in particular.

 “1:45” Sam replied.

 “Hey, the night is still young!” Dean grinned. Sam rolled his eyes and the two of them began to haul the older man towards the main entrance of the hospital.

You lingered behind looking absently at the silent street that was beginning to get foggy. The road and hospital entrance were flanked with bright orange streetlamps and the sky was overcast with dark raincloud but still there were some stars visible. You looked at Venus, known as the Morningstar and you wondered how the name of something so pure and beautiful could be given to something so ugly.

 Sam wondered out behind me, hands in his pockets. “Where’s Dean?” You asked looking down. He laughed softly, “I think he is trying to get the nurses number”. You laughed with him at the thought of Dean trying to charm the shift nurse, no doubt on her tenth consecutive hour with the cranky attitude to go with it.

Sam leaned against a bench and smiled at you “You did good back there”.

“Of course, I did” You replied lightly “But you too”.

 You turned around at the sound of Dean muttering under his breath striding towards you. “How's the heartbreak?” You asked innocently.

 “I don’t know what you mean” he replied whilst looking daggers at Sam.

 “The Nurse?” Sam hinted as if to jog Dean's memory.

 “Sammy, shut up!” Dean looked thunderous and stomped off.

“Where are you going?” You shouted after him.

 “To go kill the next monster on the list!” he shouted snarkily back.

You laughed. “Well have fun walking the 40 miles to get there…”.

Sam got up and you both strolled over to where Dean was hopefully getting over his sulk. “Don’t worry he is probably just mad I’m embarrassing him in front of you” Sam snickered.

 “So where are we actually going?” he asked whilst you grabbed their forearms to teleport.

“It's a small farmhouse, that's why you wouldn't have noticed it” You explained “Along with the fact they have been travelling to the next city to hunt”. Sam nodded.

“Well let's go kill some Vamps” Dean said looking visibly cheered up by the thought.

 When you arrived, it had already begun to rain here, a heavy downpour starting to build. You looked up towards the sky whilst pulling up your hood.

“The rain is good” Your point out and Dean nods with agreement

“We can’t be heard so well” he says.

 We appeared at the edge of a field by the dividing shrubbery line under a canopy of clustered sycamore trees. It was a good place to have landed. The overgrown bushes and long grass would provide good cover.

 The field itself was sloped and overlooked the farms property giving a good view of the little

house.

  all crouched in the bushes and you hear a soft humming coming from next to you “So I took the shotgun off the wall and fired two warning shots, into his head…mm mm mm mmmm mmm…”. You turned around in confusion and almost burst out laughing. Dean was behind you absently wiping his own colt on the hem of his shirt and singing to himself. You doubted he even realised what he was doing.

 “Chicago, really?” you asked with a smirk. He looked up ears flushing in embarrassment. After a beat, he shrugged, clearly trying to play it off.

 “Who doesn’t love hot prison chicks” he shrugged again. You were not convinced.

 “You sing Broadway songs?” you asked laughing.

 “You should hear his ‘Cats’” Sam chuckled.

Dean huffed. “I like Broadway Songs, don’t judge me”. He shook his head “Let’s get our game faces on”

  “How are we going at this?” Sam asked putting on his own game face and then pointed to the building “There are two entrances front and back, how do you guys want to split?”

 You shook your head and pointed round the back of the house near the ground. You had better sight than them and could see small double doors coming out of the grass.

“No look, there's an entrance to the basement, we are going to have to choose a door each”

Neither brother looked overly enthusiastic.

 “Brilliant” Dean grumbled “And how many Vamps are in there, 15?. You closed your eyes to concentrate on the house.

“Um, I might have underestimated” You said apologetically. “There's 16….only one more”.

 “16!” Sam exclaimed in disbelief. “That's a suicide mission, you know that right?”.

 He then went to tuck his machete back into its sheath “Look we can just go back to the bunker now and bring more people later, get Cas on board, okay?”.

He didn't seem to understand that there was no threat. You could take care of the whole nest yourself if needed. They were mainly there as your backup net to catch whoever tried to escape.

 “No, it’s okay.” You waved away his concern. “I can go in through the front door and take out as many as possible. I just need you both to man the back doors and pick of any stragglers”.

 Both were staring at you like you were insane. “It's fine” You insisted. “Trust me okay?”.

 “Let’s hope you’re not wrong” Dean said gruffly pulling out his machete and walking down the grass towards the house. You smiled to yourself.

 The rain was getting heavier and the grass was quickly becoming a wetland of boggy soil. You slipped and your ankle twisted painfully and you bit down on my lip not to give it away. The last thing you needed was any more of their lack of confidence in you and the plan.

 Approaching the ramshackle wooden house, you turned and winked at the others “See you on the flip side boys”.

 “You'd better” Sam gave you a meaningful look before you all separated and the two of them walked round to the other side of the house to cover escape routes.

 You unzipped your jacket lining and pulled out your own machete. Then you pulled out two plastic vials of dead man's blood and pulled off the lids. You drenched the blade in the blood and dropped the empty vials on the grass.

It was a little invention you were rather proud of; even if you didn't manage a fatal blow immediately any small cut from the blade would slow the Vampire down from blood poisoning.

 The lights were on in the living room and you heard a humming coming from inside. You closed my eyes to immerse myself in the sounds of the souls in the house. They were blood red and aggressive, cruel. You saw images of victims, kids left drained on the street, people screaming and begging to be left alone.

 Your eyes snapped open and you let a small growl escape your lips which built up, rumbling in your chest. Focusing on the atrocities committed by those inside, you let the Impartial riseup, the righteous fire of heaven burning through you, your eyes darkening to a shimmering black.

You raised your foot and smashed it against the door with such a force it cracked in half and came away at the hinges.

 There were about 7 figures who immediately ran out from various rooms to the hallway crouching and baring teeth ready to defend themselves against intrusion. There were a mix of ages and genders with a burly dark haired man standing protectively at the front.

 You guessed he was the leader as it only took a second for him to straighten up and then the rest of the group followed.

 “What do you want, little girl?” He looked curiously at you whilst holding up a hand to the thirsty vampires behind him. You turned your face to meet his eyes and he blanched.

 “Impartial!” He snarled and turned to his family. Most looked confused but some, probably the older vamps, widened their eyes in trepidations recognition.

“Kill her!” He ordered and you smiled broadly showing glistening teeth.

“Your funeral”

 In a wave the vampiric horde rushed forward and you lept forward striking out to the leader like a snake, faster than any human and sliced through his neck like butter. This triggered a cacophony of enraged growls and snarls as you continued advancing, cutting through vamp after vamp. They were now coming from all sides, you matched them, your own snarls getting louder and ripping through you.

 In your enhanced state, you could see every tiny movement. You punched, kicked, cut and hacked at the bodies rushing at you from every angle your muscles aching for more. To destroy.

 You could hear my maniacal laughter as if it came from someone other than yourself. Barely feeling the spray of blood on your face the vampires blurred together, they no longer had age, gender. You no longer saw any features only the prey.

You were vaguely aware there were getting fewer until you felt a knock on my back. Roaring you curled your arm and swung it behind you with full force knocking the man into heavy oak and glass cabinet. He fell to the floor, shards raining down on him.

You stepped forwards to finish it when a voice perforated my cloud of single minded destruction.

“(Y/N) stop!”

 You whipped your head to see Sam standing behind you weapon raised and you looked around for another attacker. There was no one. He was protecting himself from you. It confused you enough to make you pause.

“What?” You managed to spit out.

“Just look” You pointed at the Vampire you had knocked across the room. His face was set with such fear and confusion that you stopped. You did look at the vampire, except it wasn't a vampire. It was Dean.

 You stomach twisted and your breath caught. He was sitting on the floor supporting himself on the cabinet, face covered in small cuts and one large red stain spreading by his hairline. He simply looked up at you with a wincing and breathing heavily. And in that instant all trace of the Impartial killing machine fell away.

 You stepped back in horror at what you had done to your friend, someone who had had your back. Both boys were silent whilst you backed away from Dean almost tripping over a body, tears stinging the corners of your eyes and your hand clasped over your mouth.

 You blinked and suddenly you were all in a different part of countryside outside the bunker. Dean started to get up with a grunt and Sam leaned over to help him.

“I..I” You couldn't speak “I’m so, so sorry” You managed, tears beginning to escape your eyes.

 Then you turned and ran down the road, throwing off your jacket and dumping it by the roadside.

You continued to sprint as fast possible down the road and through fields in the downpour of rain. You felt your muscles burn and your lungs shriek for air. You ran until you collapsed to your knees in a muddy patch of grass where you knew you wouldn't be found. You were alone in the middle of nowhere.

 Your knees got cut on the sharp rocks and pebbles which you ignored, lying in the filth and curling into a ball allowing yourself to get drenched in the arctic night.

 Now you were alone you felt you could finally let out the frustration and anger that had been building up over the last few months. Warm tears streamed down your frozen cheeks mixing with rainwater and you screamed brokenly into the wind at your powerlessness.

 You had known couldn't control the Impartial. You had known it and so had everyone else in heaven. And here finally was proof of why you needed to run away. Of why Chuck wanted you to stay with Sam and Dean.

 To show you why you needed to stay human, they were your example.

The only two people in the world who would understand your situation having struggled themselves against the darkness from within. They had suffered possession, soullessness, and the Mark of Cain.

 Before your eighteenth birthday even the slightest impoliteness caused you to feel guilty for days and now was actually hurting everyone you cared about.

 For what seemed like hours you let yourself lay down in the mud listening to the sound of the thunderclouds.

 Eventually hours after your legs gave out and your body couldn’t contain you despair anymore the sun began to rise. You felt soft tendrils of light brushing your face.

Opening your eyes, you pushed away from the muddy floor. It had stopped raining but you still had clumps of sludge coating your matted hair and cracking on your skin.

A small groan escaped you as you used an elbow to push yourself off the ground and you stood up looking around you. You were at the top of a lush green field with nothing but wilderness for miles around. You had no idea how close you were to the bunker or how long the walk back was going to take. Sighing, you thought the longer the better. That way you could begin to try and think how you were going to explain last night to the Winchester brothers.

Slowly you made your way down the hill and started down the empty road deciding to follow it until you found somewhere recognizable. Teleporting would be much easier of course but it felt gratuitous. You didn’t deserve an easy time and besides you wanted to remain as human as possible.

And so, you walked as the sun rose, treading heavily as last night’s rain saturated the material of your dress and squelched in your boots. You didn’t bother to heal all your scrapes and cuts.

After around an hour and a half of walking you approached to familiar hill and dip where you knew the bunker was located. You almost snorted at the irony of having come full circle- standing in front of the bunker door wondering how you were going to convince the occupants to let you inside.

Steeling yourself you knocked sharply on the door. One of your damaged knuckles split from the force and you wiped the blood on your leg. Almost immediately after your hand left the metal the door was thrown open to reveal a white-faced Dean.

“(Y/N)!” he said in a strangled voice.

His eyes widened and he reached out to grab you and he pulled you to his chest knocking the wind out of you.

“Um, Dean” you said cautiously. He didn’t reply just rested his chin on your head and kept holding you. You had to admit you were taken aback by just how much affection he was showing you. Perhaps the fighting last night had cemented your camaraderie more than you realised.

Nonetheless you were so glad to see him and be welcomed that you melted against him and wrapped your arms around his waist smiling and soaking up his warmth. Suddenly the feeling of acceptance and support overwhelmed you and all your exhaustion built up. You felt your muscles start to shake.

Dean must have felt you tremble because he placed his hand on your head stoking your hair with his thumb “It’ll be okay, I promise, I forgive you” he said gruffly.

The kindness of this man took you aback but them you remembered all the stories you had heard of the two brothers and the people they had saved. Clearly under the rough edges, Sam and Dean Winchester had more compassion than you had ever encountered in a human.

Releasing you from his grip Dean kept a hand lightly on your back and led you down the stairs to where Sam was waiting inside the war room, concern also etched on his face. He smiled encouragingly at you.

“Look, chuck clearly sent you to us for a reason” Dean started.

“But I’m getting the feeling there’s more you need to tell us” Sam finished sympathetically. Your teeth began to chatter audibly from the cold.

“But not right now” Dean cut in giving Sam a reproachful glance. “Go, have a shower, get changed then we will talk about it later okay (Y/N)”.

“Thanks” you said and hurried to your room. You lingered in the shower because the warm water felt so good running over your sore skin and unknotting your muscles.

Afterwards you pulled on a pair of leggings and a simple grey t-shirt and made your way back down the hall towards the war room. There was a delicious smell coming from the kitchen which caused your stomach to grumble loudly. You hadn’t even realised how hungry you were.

Inside the kitchen was Dean opening the oven to pull out an enormous pizza bubbling with cheese and piled with bacon.

“Wow” you said, announcing yourself. Dean looked over his shoulder and grinned at you

“One of my specialities” he said in a bad French accent flourishing his hand towards the pizza.

“All he actually knows how to make is junk food” Sam muttered as he came into the kitchen behind you. Deans face sported a look of mild outrage.

“I’m sorry, what?” He asked.

“Nothing” Sam said. “Pass the spinach would you, it’s in the fridge”.

“No way Sammy, I’m not going to be an enabler to your rabbit food diet” Dean retorted which caused Sam to roll his eyes and push past Dean to get to the fridge.

You laughed and walked up behind Dean “Well I’ll never say no to free pizza” you said. Dean beamed at you.

“’Atta girl” he said, clapping you on the shoulder. “You’re sorely missing out Sammy”.

You pulled up a chair and sat whilst the boys prepared their food. “So maybe we should talk now?” you asked. Sam put down his food and walked over to you carefully, similarly to how one might approach a wild animal not to scare it off. Or not to make it attack.

“Just…” he struggled to ask. “What happened to you? What was that?”. You let out a long sigh.

“I’ve been running” you said, staring fixedly at your shoes “From some really bad people, angels really”. After a pause, you looked back up to see both men with identical sombre expressions and took the hint to keep going.

“When an impartial angel turns 18, we get what is called the Knowledge. You suddenly snap from being a human to being this, thing. You’re all powerful and it’s all consuming.”. You were spitting out the words now.

“Sometimes if the wrong people are around you when you get the Knowledge and you change; things can go badly”. Wrapping your arms around your body you felt tears prickle at the edge of your vision and you squeezed your eyes shut.

“What do you mean by badly” Dean asked softly. From behind your eyelids you saw a face, a teenage boy laughing and you heard a voice call out to you “(Y/N)”. Other images followed, the same face screaming, a never-ending moan of agony that settled right into your bones sending a shiver rattling through you.

“People get hurt. When I changed I was with someone, Daniel.”. You voice cracked. “He was too close and I couldn’t do anything, and I tried, I tried so so hard to save him”.

“Hey” Deans voice interjected. He wrapped his hands around your wrists pulling them away from your face and waited until you looked up at him.

“It’s not your fault” he said, “It’s not your fault, okay?”.

You nodded at him then looked away disgusted that you would even let yourself think for a second you could be blameless in Daniels death. No- his murder. You had murdered him.

Sam walked over from the kitchen counter and sat in a chair besides you. “So why did you come here?” He asked.

“I never really liked humans in my past lives, never gotten attached to anyone” you explained. Truthfully to say you never liked humans was an understatement. You had had complete contempt for what you saw as the weakness of humanity.

“But this time was different. With what happened to Da- with what happened, I had to leave. I can’t risk putting the people I love in danger”. Again, your voice was rising to a near hysteric pitch.

“So, I did what you do in disasters, when the world is falling apart” You smiled sadly “I prayed, and then I called on the Winchesters”.

Dean frowned but sensing your panic was dimming so he got up and went to cut a slice of pizza. You kept you gaze down. He came back and pushed a plate in front of you on the table.

“Eat.” He ordered. “But why us?”

“Yeah” Sam interjected. “We’re still human. You could still kill us just as easily”. At this Dean snorted “Pfft Sammy I don’t think it would be that easy, I like to think we put up a good fight”.

Sam lifted and eyebrow and said “Dean, she took you down like a ragdoll”. Dean scowled and muttered

“Yeah, whatever.”.

“I think God, Chuck, wanted to show me another way of living. You know, how to be human” you offered up chewing on a slice of pizza. It really was delicious and you had always been one to eat your pain away.

“And he thought we were good examples of a human life” Dean said sceptically. You shrugged.

“I guess so, yeah”. Dean shook his head and crammed some pizza in his mouth.

“So, I guess you’ll be staying for a while?” Sam asked standing back up. You bit you lip and looked up at the taller Winchester imploringly.

“If that’s okay…” you said.

“Yep, well, business as usual then” replied busying himself once more with a pile of vegetables.

You were exceedingly glad the Winchesters were men of actions rather than words and you wondered if they could tell you were done talking for the night. You stood up and walked over to the sink and washed up your plate. Dean came up behind you filling a glass of water.

He smirked looking at your left forearm. “Huh, cool” he said pointing at your birthmark. “It looks like-“

“A bat.” You both said at the same time. “Yeah I know”. Dean glanced up slightly at the sudden sharpness in your tone but decided not to comment.

“Goodnight” you said ducking away from Dean and walking swiftly out the kitchen. Later you could feel bad about being rude. Add it to the growing list of things you can feel like crap about.

Stopping in the middle of the hallway you cupped you hand over the mark. You could almost feel a ghostly thumb brushing your skin and a voice saying jokingly “Maybe we should call you Batgirl”. With only accepting the human side of yourself came the consequence of not being able to shut off your memories.

You stuck both arms rigidly by your sides and walked to your room and closing the door. You were so tired. Not even that sleepy, just so bone-achingly tired of everything. Collapsed in bed under your new silk sheets you just waited to pass out.