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Every Little Thing

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When Charlie returned to the bunker after her LARP weekend, the last thing she expected was the chaos and disarray that greeted her. Boxes and books laid spread out in the War Room, rendering it claustrophobic and useless. She picked her way through the mess to the hallway that led to her room, determined to find someone, anyone, who could explain what the hell she missed.

After dropping off her duffle bag, she came across Sam in the library. Stacks of books surrounded him, and he looked as though he hadn’t slept in a few days. “Yo, Sasquatch. Fun weekend?”

Sam looked up briefly from the book in his hands and offered a small smile. “Hey, Charlie. Not as fun as yours, I’m sure.”

“What’s all this?” Charlie swirled her finger around, gesturing to the influx of books. “Huge yard sale?”

“Not exactly.” Sam huffed out a chuckle and closed the book in his hands. “Jack found a hunt. Witches, over in Kansas City. Easy enough to stop. They were just improving their luck, but it turned sour on them. They wanted out. The demon they were using to improve their luck? Didn’t like that they wanted to stop.”

Charlie nodded in understanding. “Ok, but that doesn’t explain the sudden increase in the bunker’s inventory.”

“Dean said, and I quote, ‘Find anything suspicious and grab it, we’ll inventory it at the bunker.’”

“Ok?”

“Jack was with us.”

“Say no more.” Charlie picked up the book nearest to her. “Blood Types and Their Uses. Quite the topic.”

Sam grabbed the book out of her hand. “I kind of have a system going. I’m sure Dean or Rowena could use your help. Dean’s got the objects and Rowena has the spell books.”

“Point me in Dean’s direction. I know Rowena is a master, but I don’t want to disrupt her casting any spells.”

“Follow the loud complaining and griping. You won’t miss him.”

“Right. I’ll go search in the storerooms. Have fun?”

While Sam had not been kidding about Dean’s complaining, he neglected to mention the sheer amount of frustration emanating from their older brother. Charlie knocked on the door frame, “What’s up trouble?”

Dean pressed the heels of his palms into his eyes and groaned miserably. “This is all shit.”

“It does look like I walked into an episode of Hoarders.”

“Shut up. I said, ‘See if there’s anything worth taking.’ I wanted to make sure nothing dangerous could fall into the wrong hands. Jack thought everything was dangerous.” He threw a cassette tape at Charlie. “Look at that. The Police. It’s an abomination, yes, but it’s not something for us to lock up and keep out of the reach of the public.”

“You’re just upset that you weren’t clear with Jack. That is no one's fault but your own.” She looked at the tape in her hands. “Dude, this is Ghost in the Machine! Easily their best album.”

“Forgot you like that crap. Keep it.”

Charlie stuck her tongue out at him. “And here I was going to ask if you wanted help organizing this…” she pointed her fingers around the room as she thought of a word, “disaster. Guess I’ll go find Ro and hope she doesn’t accidentally change me into a frog.”

“Pretty sure Sam sent her to the Arsenal. That way she could blast the training mannequins down there if she came across anything interesting.” Dean looked up and smirked. “Won’t have to hear your lame attempts at flirting either.”

“Jerk!” Charlie flipped him off before turning and walking out of the storage room.

“Brat!”

Charlie walked nervously through the hallway, tapping the tape to an unknown beat in her head. It wasn’t that Charlie regretted telling Dean about her crush on the witch, but she regretted the moments when he could tease her about it. Going to see Rowena right after being teased was causing her heart to beat a mile a minute.

She turned the corner into the arsenal to see her fellow redhead pouring over an ancient tome. A cup of tea was perched next to her, not surprising Charlie in the least. Rowena looked up at the sound of Charlie entering the hall and flashed her a soft smile. “’Ello Dove, come to keep me company?”

Charlie tucked her hair behind her ear. “I came to see if you needed any help. But I can keep you company too.”

“Yer brothers think they’re clever.” Rowena chuckled as she patted the seat next to her. “Come on Dove. I’m glad for ye.”

“Quite the haul of books they grabbed, huh?” Charlie asked as she sat. “I know Sam was pulling his hair out.”

“I think he has the harder job. Those wannabes, they were such droll housewives. Lots of Harlequin romance novels and gossip rags.” Rowena pointed at the cassette in Charlie’s hands. “What ye got there Dove?”

“Oh, this? It’s just a tape that was found at the house.” Charlie shrugged. “Dean declared it trash because he doesn’t like the band and I do, so he gave it to me.”

Rowena laughed heartedly, sending a warm shiver down Charlie’s spine. “Does that boy like anything besides that stuff he calls music?”

“Some of his stuff is good too. He’s just stunted in his musical growth.”

“Well, shall we see how much better your taste is in music?” Rowena pointed to a tape deck on the other side of the room. “Castiel left that down here. He listens to some sort of tape that Dean made for him when he’s on maintenance duty.”

Charlie blushed. “You’ve heard of The Police, haven’t you?”

“Aye Dove, but ye seem to forget how old I am. Go put it on. It cannae be worse than Dean’s music.”

“Okay.” Charlie got up and walked to the tape deck, removing Cas’ tape and putting in hers. She pressed the rewind button to make sure that it was queued up at the beginning and turned to look at Rowena. The witch was already looking back in her book, but unlike before she was smiling. Charlie hoped that was because of her. The tape deck clicked, signifying that the tape finished rewinding, and Charlie hit the play button. She waited a few moments for the music to start, but no sound came out. “Huh. That’s strange.” She hit the fast-forward button.

“What’s the matter, Dove?” Rowena perked up and closed her spell book.

“It’s not playing. There must have been a magnet or something nearby to wipe it.”

Rowena stood and walked over next to Charlie. “Charlie. Something doesn’t feel right.”

“Well, then I should stop it.”

“I dun think ye should touch it.”

Charlie reached in to press the stop button as Rowena grabbed her wrist to block her. As the tape came to a stop the lights in the bunker shut off. Shouts of surprise could be heard echoing throughout the hallways. Sam and Dean scrambled to get the lights back on. As the lights finally flickered back on, the brothers were shocked to find that the bunker was suddenly short two fiery redheads.

“Charlie?! Please wake up, Dove!” The younger redhead found herself gently rocking in a warm embrace. Fingers were running through her hair as someone whispered soft and sweet words over her.

“Five more minutes?” She snuggled into the embrace. “I’m comfy.”

“Charlie!” Rowena’s relief-filled voice was clear as a bell. “Ye scared me.”

Charlie shot out of Rowena’s grasp. “I’m sorry.” She looked around. “I don’t think we’re in the bunker anymore. Where are we, Ro?”

“I’m not sure. Where did the boys say the case was again?”

“Uh,” Charlie closed her eyes and rubbed her forehead, “Kansas City, I think? Yeah. Sam said that Jack found a coven of witches in Kansas City.”

“Dean dinnae do a very good job checking those items. That tape was cursed, Charlie.”

“Ok, then.” Charlie reached into her pocket and pulled out her cell phone. “We just call the boys, and have Dean come pick us up since this is on his ass anyway.” Charlie swiped on her phone before lifting it around and waving it in the air. “This is strange.”

“What’s the issue?”

“There’s no signal.” Charlie stood up and offered a hand down to Rowena, pulling her up to her feet. “Like none. I hacked my phone myself. I should be able to get a signal anywhere.”

“Did the spell damage yer phone?”

“I doubt it.” Charlie showed the screen to Rowena. “It’s doing everything else just fine.”

“Well, we should get moving Dove. We can ask to use a phone at a business or something.”

Charlie nodded then looked around. “Which way do we go?”

Rowena closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. Charlie watched as the witch spread her arms out slowly. She turned as her arms came together, pointing in a direction. “That way, Dove.”

“I love watching you do that.” Charlie internally kicked herself. “I mean like. I like watching you do that.”

Rowena started walking in the direction her spell pointed her. “Ye know I can teach ye. ‘Tis not a hard spell and would be easy for ye to pick up.”

“I’m not a witch Ro. We’ve been over this.” Charlie followed. “And before you start, yes, I know I can do the stuff with the ingredients and what not, but so can Sam and Dean. That’s like cooking with exotic ingredients.”

“I’ve told ye before. There’s magic running through yer bones.”

“And I’ve never been able to do anything Ro, ever. I don’t know why you can read magic in me. Maybe it’s residual from Oz.”

“Aye, I can feel that magic on ye Charlie. But there’s more to ye than that.” Rowena walked up next to a building and looked around the corner. “The bloody hell?” She stepped back and walked around the corner.

Charlie chased after the witch, running into her when she was distracted by the obnoxious neon nights of the night club, they were near. “Sorry, Ro.” She looked up at the sign. “Silver Compass? This place went of business when I was in elementary school.”

“Yer familiar?”

“Yeah. It was a night club that was popular in the late 80s, early 90s.” Charlie added extra emphasis on both instances of the word was in her sentence. “It got shut down hard. Several churches in the area teamed up against it, calling it Satanic. Then two young girls died back to back within a week of each other. It never recovered. Some people bought into the churches’ rhetoric while some people thought the churches set up the club.”

“What do ye think, Dove?”

“I think I was six when everything went down and don’t remember much.” Charlie crossed her arms over her chest. “I thought they tore down the building.”

“Charlie?” Rowena looked over in surprise at the other redhead. “What if that cassette didn’t just transport us to another place?”

Realization lit up in Charlie’s eyes. “No.” She shook her head. “You think we went back in time too?”

“It makes sense. Ye have no signal on yer phone.” Rowena ticked her fingers. “There are bright obnoxious neon colors everywhere. A club that has been shut down for near 30 years is open. A building that was torn down is standing again. We might be in Kansas, but it’s when we’re in Kansas.”

“How do we get back?”

“We find the witches who cursed the cassette.” Rowena pointed to the night club. “And ye’ve already told me where to start.” Rowena started walking to the door.

“What are you doing?!” Charlie gently grabbed Rowena’s arm. “I know you’re powerful, but I can’t protect myself. I have none of my stuff with me.”

“We’re just two girls going to the club, Dove.” Rowena placed her free hand over Charlie’s. “Show me a good time?”

The hunter looked at the witch, lost for words and nodded. She looked down at where she had grabbed Rowena’s arm and finished sliding her arm through, linking them together. Charlie looked into the smiling face of the other woman before letting Rowena lead her to the entrance of the club.

The line for admittance was short, and before long the two ladies were in the club, enveloped by strobing neon lights and the warm melodies of one-hit wonders from the 80s.

Rowena sighed annoyingly. “I honestly hoped I would never see this decade again.”

“Really? Remind me to get rid of your cans of Aqua Net when we get back to the bunker.” Charlie winked.

“Ye wouldna dare.” Rowena feigned offense. “How else am I going to keep my coils perfected?”

“Wait? You don’t use your magic for that?” The barely taller woman joked. “I thought the Aqua Net was Sam’s.”

“We share.”

Charlie let out a snort and covered her mouth as she giggled at Rowena’s quip. “Not that this is the ideal situation, but I’m glad that if I got stuck here with anyone, it’s with you, Ro.”

“Aye, Dove. ‘Tis always my pleasure to spend time with ye.” Rowena stopped suddenly. “Did ye feel that?”

“No?”

Rowena pulled Charlie over to an alcove “Dove, listen to me. I need ye to clear yer thoughts. Almost meditate.” Rowena looked around the club. “There’s some strong magic at work here. I need ye to see if ye can feel it out.”

“Ro, I’m not– “

“If the next words out of yer mouth Charlie are ‘I’m not a witch,’ I’ll turn you into a salamander myself.”

Charlie’s eyes widened in surprise. “I’ll try?” Rowena nodded in acceptance and kept a lookout while Charlie took in a deep breath through her nose. She closed her eyes slowly exhaled, trying to ignore the bass and beat around her. A tickle of energy traveled up her spine, but she didn’t know if the feeling was her nervousness, or if she could feel the magic. “Ro, this isn’t working.”

She felt Rowena grab one of her wrists. “Focus, Love. I know you can do this.” Charlie inhaled through her nose again, focusing on the warmth of the witch’s hand on her skin. She allowed the beat of the music to embrace her as she exhaled, grounding her as she tried to feel for anything unfamiliar to her.  The shiver from before was stronger and pulled at her.

“Charlie?”

“Do I follow it?” Charlie opened her eyes and looked at Rowena, both frightened and exhilarated by the string tugging at her sternum.

“Yes. But stay at my side. I couldna take it if something happened to ye. There is powerful magic at play here.”

“Ro, may I?” She slowly slid her hand up into Rowena’s.

She felt a reassuring squeeze. “Aye, Dove. I much prefer this. Now, lead the way.”

Charlie inhaled deeply again and let the imaginary string pull at her chest. She started walking back towards the rear of the club when Rowena stopped her.

“Dove, yer positive that’s where we need to go?”

“That’s where it’s pulling me. Do you think I’m doing it wrong?”

“Nay, I think yer spot on. Look above the door.” Rowena nodded towards the door.

“Are those sigils?” Charlie squinted, trying to read them. “I can’t read them from here. Are they obscured, or is it just me?”

“Yer magic is taxing ye, Dove. I know what they are though. They block unfriendly magic. If we go through that door, we’re both without power.”

“So, what do we do?”

“We destroy the sigils over the door, get in, find the cassette here in this time, and destroy it. It won’t exist in our time, and we go back.”

“I don’t think it works that way, Ro. I think we’d be stuck here. And I don’t want to make a time paradox.”

Rowena sighed and squeezed Charlie’s hand again. “Then we find the spell we need, get the reagents we need, and we send ourselves back.”

“Sounds better to me. Now, how do we destroy the sigils?”

“I need ye to drop the tracking spell.”

Charlie exhaled and looked at Rowena. “How? I barely understand how I got it to work.”

“What does it feel like?”

“The spell? Like a string pulling me.”

“Good. Imagine scissors,” Rowena mimed a pair of scissors with her fingers, “and cut it.”

“Just like that?” Charlie closed her eyes after Rowena nodded and pictured a pair of scissors. The first time she tried imagining them cutting the string, she felt no different. The second time, she copied Rowena’s actions and mimed the scissors with her finger and cut the imaginary string at her sternum. The tension disappeared, and Charlie found herself breathing easily, not realizing the toll the connection had caused her.

“Good, Dove.” Rowena gently caressed then patted Charlie’s cheek. “Ye dunnae happen to have a knife on ye, do ye?”

After a quick pat of her pockets, the taller redhead nodded. “Yeah, I have one. Are you thinking, what I think you’re thinking?”

“I cause a distraction and ye mar the sigils?”

Charlie nodded. “Yep. That’s what I thought you would say.” She rubbed her free hand over her eyes before pinching the bridge of her nose. “What are you going to do?”

Rowena laughed. “Yer picking up Dean’s habits. I’ll head to the bar, ask for a drink, and cause a commotion.”

“Your favorite wine not on the menu?”

“Too easy, Dove. Now, go get over by the door.”

“I can’t be that obvious.” Charlie listened for a second before pointing up to the ceiling. “Besides, this is a great song to dance to.” She started swaying her hips to the beat of China Girl. “I’ll make my way over. I promise.”

Rowena smiled and winked appreciatively before heading over to the bar. Charlie continued dancing, attempting to blend in with the rest of the club goers. She watched as her witch – could she call Rowena her witch? – ordered a drink then turned to watch her. There was a smile on the other woman’s face, and it set the butterflies in Charlie’s stomach to flight.

The bartender brought Rowena’s drink to her, and after she took a sip, she nodded to Charlie to start moving towards the door. Charlie nodded and started dancing towards the door. She forced herself to not look over towards the bar as she heard Rowena cry out and the commotion that followed.

As she made it to the door, she took a quick look around to make sure no one was watching her. She pulled her pocket knife out and flicked it open. She couldn’t reach the sigils just standing and reaching with her blade. She turned to look again, and upon confirming that no one noticed her, she jumped and swiped her blade across the five sigils over the door.

Each one flashed upon their break, and Charlie quickly pocketed her blade. She moved towards the bar, putting on a concerned face. “Ro? M'eudail?”

Rowena pushed through the crowd and collapsed dramatically into Charlie’s arms. “Ye wouldna believe what they’re tryna do, Dove!” She feigned hysterics and clung onto Charlie’s shirt.

“I’m sorry miss.” The bartender came over to the pair. “Let me help you get her into a booth.”

“What’s going on?”

“Charlie! It’s terrible!” Rowena’s sob was pitiful, and it took of all Charlie’s willpower to not laugh.

The bartender gently helped Charlie walk Rowena over to a booth. She slid in first, Rowena sliding in next to her, curling against her.

“Another patron made a move on your girlfriend.” The bartender explained apologetically. “The patron wouldn’t take no for an answer.”

“And ye all did nothing to stop him!”

Charlie gently carded her fingers through Rowena’s hair before turning to the bartender. “Is that person still here?”

“No, he’s been escorted off the premises. The manager has advised me that any drinks you ladies want are on the house. Is there anything I can get you now?”

“We’ll be ok for now. I’ve got her.” Rowena faked another sob, causing Charlie to sigh. “Actually? Two waters, please.” The bartender nodded and walked away.

Rowena looked up at Charlie once they were alone. “Did ye break them, Dove?”

“Yep, all five.”

“Good. Now, when we get back home. Remind me that I have a serious question to ask ye.”

“Can’t you just ask it now?” The bartender returned with two glasses of water and set them in front of the ladies before leaving again. “I mean, no time like the present.”

“Aye, Dove. But we’re in the past.” Rowena sat up and took a sip of her water. “I want to have this conversation at home. Where I know we’ll be safe.”

Charlie nodded. “Ok. So, what’s the next step then?”

“We go in. Drink up.”

“Just like that?” Charlie played with the rim of her glass. “We don’t know what’s in there.”

“That’s the fun part.”

Charlie sighed and drank her water. “Let’s get this over with?”

“Aye.” Rowena slid out of the booth before leaning in and taking Charlie’s hand. “We can do this.”

The younger woman smiled and climbed out of the booth. She gently squeezed Rowena’s hand and followed her to the door. She had faced down evil witches and flying monkeys in Oz. She could do this with Rowena.

The two women paused in front of the door and Charlie checked over her shoulder. Rowena checked for any residual magic that would negate hers. “We’re good, but I think they’re expecting us. Stay behind me, Charlie. Please.” Rowena opened the door slowly.

A honeyed voice surprised both of them. “Do come in. We’re not going to hurt you. Yet.”

Rowena looked up to Charlie and nodded before swinging the door open confidently. She walked in with her head held high and her shoulders squared. “Good Evening.”

A blonde witch to their left spoke first. “Who are you, and why do you think you can destroy our protections?”

“My apologies, dearie,” Rowena spoke, her Scottish Brogue heavier than usual. “I dunnae like to go anywhere I cannae use my magic.”

“We can disable them from our end. You needed only ask.” A grey-haired witch to the right responded. “You’re far from home. In more ways than one.”

“A pair of witches far from their coven. Ha!” A male witch hidden within the shadows laughed.

The blonde witch moved forward and examined Charlie. “They’re not like us.” She leaned in and sniffed at Charlie’s neck. “They smell different. Here to judge us?”

The male witch stepped out of the shadows. “Here to kill us?”

“They want to go home.” The grey-haired witch spoke up. “Perhaps we can strike a deal.”

Charlie leaned forward and whispered in Rowena’s ear, “Is that the demon, Ro?”

Rowena let out the smallest of shrugs that only Charlie could see before addressing the grey-haired witch. “What do ye know of our home?”

“That it’s not a matter of where, but when.” The other witches in the room snapped their attention to the grey-haired witch. “Tell me. Which item brought you here?”

“Tell us how to get home.”

The grey-haired witch signaled to the blonde witch, who lunged at Charlie. Charlie, expecting an attack, stepped back and wrapped her hand in the witch’s long locks, snapping her head back and holding her in place. She reached down to her boot and pulled out her witch killing blade from Oz, causing the grey-haired witch to stare in awe.

“You’re a traitor to your own kind?” She turned her head to look at Rowena. “Did you know your lover owns that toothpick?”

“Of course. She is the one who killed the Wicked Witch of the West. Ye wouldna know that yet, cause it hasn’t happened yet. She helped free Oz of the tyranny of evil witches. Trash. Like. You.”

The male witch stepped forward, but Charlie spoke up. “Don’t come any closer, Romeo.” She held pressed the blade against the blond witch’s cheek. “She won’t be the first witch I’ve killed, and she won’t be the last.”

Rowena smiled at Charlie before turning to face the grey-haired witch. “Now. I’ll tell ye which item brought us here if ye tell us how to get home.”

“No.”

Charlie pressed the blade more firmly into the blonde witch’s cheek, causing her to whimper in pain. The male witch looked back and forth between his coven mates, helpless.

“You honestly think I believe that you killed the Wicked Witch?” The grey-haired witch stood up from her seat. “A pathetic runt like you?”

“Charlie– “

“I don’t care if you don’t believe if I did it or not. I doubt you’ll be alive in thirty-some years to find out. You keep coming closer though?” Charlie moved the blade to the blonde witch’s chest, the tip pointed at her heart. “At least I’m merciful.”

“Your lover will be so frightened of you if you kill my coven mate. You realize that, right? Don’t you feel the way she’s pleading for you to spare her?”

“Charlie.”

“I know, Ro.”

The grey-haired witch laughed. “See? Just let her go.” She walked up to Rowena. “You two are each other’s weakness, aren’t you?”

Rowena’s eyes flashed purple. “Now, Charlie!”

The grey-haired witch tried to move but found herself frozen in place as Charlie started chanting in Latin.

"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas omnis incursio infernalis adversarii. Omnis legio! Omnis con potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii. Omnis legio! Omnis congregatio et secta diabolica! Ergo, Draco maledicte et omnis legio diabolica, adiuramus te! Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii. Omnis legio! Omnis congregatio et secta diabolica! Ergo, Draco maledicte et omnis legio diabolica, adiuramus te!"

Black smoke poured out of the witch’s body before burning out and scorching the floor. She collapsed to the floor, her body shaking and convulsing.

“Mother!” The blonde witch struggled against Charlie, who let her go. She ran to the grey-haired witch and pulled her into her arms. “What did you two do to her?”

The male witch spoke up. “Was she possessed?”

Rowena nodded somberly. “Dearie, I know ye dunnae know us or trust us. But let me see if I can at least get her breathing a little easier?”

The blonde witch nodded, while the male witch came over to Charlie. “Which object?”

“I’m sorry?”

“We each placed a spell on an object. Siobhan, our mother, placed a spell on a locket. Erin, on a snow globe.” He offered his hand. “I’m Sean. I placed it on a cassette tape.”

Charlie tentatively shook his hand. “You realize you were just about to attack us, right?”

“My mother was a demon. I never agreed to that. It’s like a fog has been lifted.” He looked over at his mother and sister. “Which item?”

“Yours. The cassette tape.”

“Damn, and here I thought I was clever that no one would figure out how it worked.”

“It was an accident?” Charlie offered. “We didn’t think it was cursed, and I’m a huge fan of The Police. And when I didn’t hear music, I pressed the fast-forward button while it was playing. Which is what triggered it, I assume?”

Sean nodded. “Yeah. The music shouldn’t be wiped though. What year are you two from?”

“2019.”

“That’s thirty-three years from now. While I’m glad to know the magic lasted, I’m flabbergasted.”

“Can you get us back?”

“Yeah. Let me go talk to Erin.” Sean walked over to his mother and sister and Rowena came and joined Charlie.

“Dove, we messed with time. Remember the story ye told me?”

“Yeah. I figured. Good news is Sean said we can get back. We can see how bad we screwed it up.”

Rowena softly cupped Charlie’s cheek. “I need to say something, just in case.”

“Hmm?”

“I promised myself I’d never love again. And on the chance, we get back, and things are completely different. I need ye to know, Charlie.” Rowena closed her eyes and inhaled deeply before looking in Charlie’s eyes again. “I broke my promise for ye, Dove.”

Charlie smiled and rested her forehead against Rowena’s. “If somehow the world is that drastically different when we get back Rowena, I will find you. There’s no way that my heart can forget this.”

“Ladies?” Sean called over. “I hate to interrupt, but it’s now or never to get you back.”

Rowena took Charlie’s hand and squeezed it gently, leading her over to the three witches.

Siobhan spoke first. “I understand that I need to thank you, Charlie. I’d been trapped by the demon for so long, that I didn’t know how to fight anymore.”

“We can get you home,” Erin frowned, “but it comes at a price.”

“Each of us tied a piece of our soul to the object in question,” Sean explained. “When you triggered the spell, it brought you to the closest possible time and place to its casting.”

“Ye used soul magic?” Rowena scoffed. “Chuck Almighty, they’re as bad as yer brothers and the angel!”

“Angel?” Erin and Sean asked at the same time.

“Long story.” Charlie put her hands up to stop them from asking more questions. “So, you split pieces off your souls to put into your spells, to make cursed objects. I’m assuming we’re going to need pieces of our souls to go home?”

“No,” Siobhan spoke up again. “I have enough soul left to send you both back. My soul is destined for hell, so might as well use it up so they can’t have it.”

“We can’t leave you here soulless.” Charlie shook her head in defiance. “We’ve known too many people that way.”

Erin spoke silently. “She won’t survive the spell.”

“And it’s my choice, Erin.” Siobhan looked between Charlie and Rowena. “These two are going to shut down the club and lay low. They have promised to practice white magic strictly after this. And, if they’re still alive in your time, you can count on them as allies. They are bound.”

“We are bound.” Erin and Sean confirmed in unison.

“I have a lot to atone for, for what I did while under the demon’s control. I’m sorry to pass this burden onto you two.”

Erin looked away while Sean squeezed his mother’s hand. “We should have been more diligent and recognized what happened.”

“That wasn’t your job. Now, go prep the spell. I want to talk to these two briefly.” Siobhan waited until her children walked away. “I don’t know how your future will change, but I hope that you two are still together the way you are now.” Siobhan smiled. “Don’t think I didn’t see that little exchange between master and apprentice.

“For what it’s worth, I wasn’t aware that I was making a deal with a demon. I thought I was talking to an attractive man in a bar. Sean and Erin never made a deal. We’re pure born, like the both of you. I don’t know if they’ll find you, but I hope they do.”

Sean walked over and interrupted. “Sorry to interrupt. We have everything.”

“Time is of the essence.” Siobhan held her hand up to her son, who easily pulled her to her feet. “Once their incantation is done, you both will have only moments to go back to your time. Do you remember the date and location?”

“Aye,” Rowena responded, “but does the exact time matter? I’m not familiar with this kind of magic.”

“It doesn’t,” Sean explained, “two versions of your soul cannot be in the same place at the same time. It’s a paradox. So, the spell should put you back to a time after your soul came here.”

“I hate soul magic. No offense.”

“None taken.” Sean nodded at the two women. “When you two are ready, Erin and I will start the spell.”

“I need one second, I’m sorry.” Charlie slipped her hand out of Rowena’s and pulled a pen out of her pocket. She scribbled something on her hand before turning to Rowena. “Give me your hand, Ro.” She took the other woman’s hand and wrote something on the palm before closing it. “Open it when we get home.” She slid their hands back together. “We’re ready.”

Erin forced a smile. “Both of you need to think of the exact date and the location of where you two were.” She turned back to her mother. “I love you, Mom.”

“I love you too, dearest. Be strong. For both you and Sean.” Siobhan turned to her son and smiled. “Watch out for your sister.”

Sean nodded. “Love you.”

The siblings began casting their spell, and a portal opened next to them. One of them yelled “Go!” loudly, signaling for Rowena and Charlie to make their move.

Charlie woke up in her bed in the bunker. While she didn’t feel completely different, she knew that life was different. She opened her hand to look at her palm.

Even though my life before was tragic

She smiled, knowing that she remembered writing those words and why. The question that plagued her was if Rowena still returned those feelings. She sat up and rubbed her eyes before looking around her room. While it was still very obviously hers, she noticed items in the room that didn’t belong to her. Her heart pounded in her chest, nervous to find out who those items belonged to.

She got out of bed and looked at the books on her desk. Her favorites were still there, but alongside them were several spell books that she found she could read. Charlie couldn’t read spell books. She needed Rowena to translate them for her.

Charlie wrapped herself in her robe and walked out of her room and down the hall to the kitchen. Dean and Cas were sitting at the table drinking their morning coffee. Dean looked up and smiled. “Hey there, Kiddo. How you feeling?”

“Little bit of a headache. Slightly confused.”

“Well, considering what Rowena explained, that makes perfect sense.” Cas offered. “She did want us to tell you she wanted you to come find her when you woke up. She said you were so peaceful this morning, she couldn’t do it herself.”

“She was in my room?”

“Uh, yeah Kiddo.”

“Dean. Remember what Rowena said?”

“Yep, better let the two lovebirds go figure it out.” Dean winked at Cas before looking at Charlie and smiling. “She’s in the library with Sam. He’s interrogating her, so your damsel probably needs a rescue.” Charlie heard a thud. “Ow! Dammit, Cas! That was right on the shin.”

“Right, the library. Thanks.”

Charlie exited the kitchen and made her way to the library. As Dean had said, Sam was tossing question after question at Rowena, asking about what had happened the day before.

“Samuel! Ye already asked that!” Rowena pinched the bridge of her nose. “I swear, if I dinnae need to know the changes in the timeline, I wouldna’ve told ye anything.”

Charlie cleared her throat, causing Sam to jump and Rowena to look up and smile. “Need a break, Ro?”

“Aye, but I’m not letting him at ye yet.” The smaller witch pointed at Sam. “Out. I need to talk to Charlie. Alone.”

Sam threw his hands up in defense and chuckled but walked over to Charlie and gave her a bear hug before walking out of the library. Charlie walked over to where Rowena was sitting and sat in the chair next to hers. “So, the stuff in my room?”

“Aye, tis mine.”

“And us?”

“Per Samuel, we’ve been together since shortly after the issue with Amara.”

Charlie squeaked with excitement before composing herself. “Any other major changes?”

“Another witch lives here.”

“Did Erin or Sean find us?”

“Erin chose to break the bond her mother set. Sean came to warn us. While he does not live here, he is a very valuable ally that we trust. Jack is also very fond of him. Apparently, he brings the best sweets.”

“You sound like a jealous auntie.” Charlie laughed. “Seriously though. Who is the other witch?”

Rowena tapped Charlie on the nose. “Did ye not listen to anything me or the other witches said? Did ye forget what ye did when we were trapped back in time? I told ye. Ye had the power all along.” Rowena smiled. “According to Castiel, after the business with the Mark of Cain, I took ye on as my apprentice. Yer strength is in nature and healing magic.”

“Really?” Charlie stared at Rowena in awe. “I knew something felt different when I woke up, but I couldn’t put my finger on it.”

“Well, Samuel is more than happy to talk to ye about the past few years, the scholar and librarian that he is. But he does want to ask some questions as well.”

“That’s fine, I mean, it makes perfect sense. We tell them that this happened, we screwed with the timeline. They’re going to want to figure out if we really screwed the pooch on something.” Charlie giggled. “I’m rambling.”

“Aye, but I’m used to it. ‘Twas always endearing.” Rowena carded her fingers through Charlie’s hair. “’Tis probably a moot point now, but when we were in the club, you called me M'eudail. When did you learn that?”

Charlie turned bright red. “You heard that?” Rowena nodded. “I looked it up. I was trying to build up the courage to tell you how I felt. So, I thought if I knew terms of endearment, then perhaps I could call you one and it would get the point across.”

“Like how I call ye ‘Dove?’” Rowena smiled playfully.

“I’m sorry I’m oblivious. At least I’m not as bad as Dean, right?” Charlie asked with confidence, that abruptly shattered when Rowena laughed. “What? No. Please, Ro. Don’t tell me he’s less oblivious than me in this timeline.”

“I’ll let ye ask yer brothers that.” Rowena took Charlie’s hand and opened it so she could read it. She smiled warmly. “Charlie?”

“Yeah, Ro?”

Rowena opened her hand and showed her palm to Charlie.

Now I know my love for her goes on.

[morganaspendragonss]

breathe her in, give me life

Pairing: Claire Novak/Kaia Nieves

Rating: Teen and up

Word count: 895

Tags: Fluff, first love, coming out

A/N: Written for @spnsafficchallenge‘s June Pride challenge. This is canon compliant except Kaia doesn’t die because I said so. Title from ‘Wanna Be Missed’ by Hayley Kiyoko.

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Claire had never been in a relationship before. Truth be told, she'd never had any interest in men full stop, although at first she'd just assumed that was a perk of growing up in a sheltered, religious, household. Then she'd blamed it on trust issues, after her dad disappeared and her mom left and Randy sold her. Those sorts of things do tend to put a downer on relationships.

But then there'd been that girl from the group home, Bethany. She'd been in the system for a while at that point, and was on Home #6, which was exactly the same as all the others - crowded, loud, and uncaring, despite what the smiley-face posters on the walls all said. No one even bothered to talk to Claire for the first few days - not that she minded - but then Bethany arrived.

They became friends, even though Claire had sworn never to get attached to anyone, ever again. Then, despite herself, Claire began feeling things for Bethany that she knew weren't wholly friendly. That had scared Claire, so she'd run away from that home too, without saying goodbye. It was the longest time she'd ever stayed in a Home, but she regretted leaving all the same.

It wasn't love, what she felt for Bethany. But it was something.

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During her years alone, and even after she moved in with Jody, Claire would go to bars at night, flashing a smile and her fake ID to get her past the bouncers. Men would hit on her, and she would flirt back, but it was never them she ended up making out in alleys with. She never told anyone, certain that Jody would freak if she knew that Claire was going out on her own at night, let alone hooking up with random girls she didn't know.

But it wasn't just that.

Much as Claire hated to admit it, she was scared. She was already a Problem Child, with a broken home and a myriad of issues and a piss poor school record. She didn't need another thing to add to the long list of reasons why she was lucky to even have a stable roof over her head. Of course, logically, she knew that Jody would be fine with it; this was hardly the worst thing Claire had ever told her, after all. But Claire had never been a very logical person, and so the worry persisted, locking the words away in the recesses of her mind.

Kaia was different. Special, even. Claire knew it from the moment she first laid eyes on her in the hospital, and it only became more evident the longer she spent in her company. And, yeah, sure, Claire knew she shouldn't get attached, but it's just.

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She'd never met a girl like Kaia before. Someone who was just as scarred as she was, both physically and not so, someone who had bounced from place to place, never fitting in, never even knowing if she could fit in. And maybe it was a fucking cliche, but Claire thought she could take on the world, as long as Kaia was by her side.

Yet, it wasn't until Kaia almost died in the Bad Place that Claire finally found a word for was she was feeling.

Love.

She loved Kaia, everything about her, from her smile right down to the scars that criss-crossed her body. It was frightening, but not in the way that monsters were frightening, not in the way that the thought of Kaia's death was frightening. It was the good sort, the kind that set off butterflies in her stomach and thrilled her, just a little bit.

Claire stayed by Kaia's side nearly all the time she was unconscious, holding her hand and watching fearfully for any change. It was only when Kaia's eyes cracked open and the beginnings of a smile appeared on her face that Claire finally felt she could breathe again, hastily wiping the tears away as relief washed over her in waves.

Later that day, as Kaia was sleeping, Claire nervously approached Jody where she was still cleaning up the house. "Um, Jody?" she said, her heart suddenly beating a mile a minute. Jody turned and grinned at her, dusting her hands off on her jeans.

"Yeah? Everything okay?"

Claire nodded, twisting her hands together. "Everything's fine. I just... I wanted to tell you something."

"Okay." Jody was still smiling, but her brows were creased with worry, and Claire felt a little guilty for causing that.

"I'm... I think I'm... I think I love Kaia," she said eventually, watching Jody anxiously. Jody didn't say anything for a moment, but then she walked forward and hugged Claire tight. Claire breathed out shakily, burying her face in the crook of Jody's shoulder.

"That's okay," Jody said. "That's okay."

Claire smiled into the embrace, feeling as though she was lighter than she had been since before Jimmy left all those years ago. She returned Jody's hug fiercely, thanking every star in the sky that she had this little family of hers.

And then, a few days later, when Kaia finally kissed her, Claire thought that for once, the world was smiling with her.

[amicuscarus]

dorothy is trying to explain oz but charlie is too distracted because “uuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh pretty girl is holding hand”

@spnsafficchallenge

[fanfic-from-a-67-impala]

SpnSC: Cheesy Eighties Song Challenge!

Last month, @wlw-supernaturalwriter and I hosted the first round of the Supernatural Saffic Challenge (which was a success. Like, huge. Honestly, everyone involved did so awesome. I am amazed. Seriously, check it out). Now that it’s inspired so many awesome works of femslash, we’re excited to announce the second round of the challenge!

During the month of March, we’d like you to create fics or artwork for your femslash pairing based on a cheesy eighties song.

Like the last round, ships will be first come, first served, so make sure to be aware of the signup dates! Signups begin on Feb. 25th (that’s next Monday!) and end on Thursday the 28th. You can find all the information you need to enter on @spnsafficchallenge. The same rules from the last round will be applied, which means that it’s open to writers AND artists, or any combination of the two. Whatever YOU do to celebrate femslash, we’d love to have you!

If you’re still looking for some inspiration, here are some possible ships and some cheesy eighties songs to help get that ball rolling.

Tagging our veterans:

@johnoliveer @fandom-madnessess @eveiswaywardaf @funnywings @charlie-bradburyss @benevolentsam

Also tagging these people again (if you’d like to be off or on this list, just let me know):

@kittyaugust @josefir @chroniclesofcosplay @royalrowena @bettsfic @aurumcalendula @queernovak @sillesworldofwriting @liminal-zone @soulsdust @50shadesofsubtext @yayeeh1344 @sprinkleofhappinessuniverse @ialwayscomewhenyoucall @its-ozbury-bitches @zolaliz @holyhael @firefly124-writing @blueeyesandspammypie @nickelkeep

[fandom-madnessess]

Donna Hanscum/Jody Mills Rating: G, Word Count: 769 Tags: Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Canon Universe, Established Relationship, Long-Distance Relationship ♥ Donna and Jody manage to clear some space in their busy calendars to spend a weekend together.

(Created for @spnsafficchallenge )

It’s the cold that wakes Jody. Well, not the cold, but her arm that somehow escaped the pile of blankets and is now exposed to the chilly night-air of the bedroom. She tucks it back in and curls into the warm body next to her. Sleeping next to Donna is like sleeping with a hot pack that never cools down, but better.

Donna makes a soft, contented noise as Jody presses closer, and Jody can’t help but smile. They don’t get to do this often enough. Hell, even if they actually lived together and slept in the same bed every night they wouldn’t be doing this often enough in her opinion.

She loves her job—and she knows that Donna loves hers just as much—and she’s proud of both of them; both sheriffs, respected and loved in their little towns. If only those little towns were a little closer to one another. Or if getting the weekend off were a little easier for a sheriff. They try to meet somewhere in the middle at least once a week, but they don’t always succeed. And more often than not, when they do finally manage to get some time off at the same time, there will be a hunt waiting for them, destroying their plan to spend at least a couple hours doing nothing but eat and stay in bed.

So this weekend is special and to be savoured. Things are quiet on the supernatural front, nothing that the girls and boys can’t handle by themselves, no events in either of their towns, and the weather was nice enough to allow Jody to make good time and get to Donna earlier than planned.

Jody presses her smile in Donna’s shoulder and makes herself comfortable. She’s warm and back asleep in minutes.

~

The next time she wakes up she’s warm and comfortable, and the bedroom is filled with curtain-shaded sunlight. Her head is resting against Donna’s hip, because Donna’s is sitting up, leaning against the headboard and… Jody has no idea what her girlfriend is doing right now, actually. She sits up, taking the blankets with her so she stays wrapped in their exquisite warmth.

‘What are you doing?’ Her voice is rough from sleep, and she’s not awake enough yet to sit up by herself so she leans against Donna, resting her head on her shoulder.

Donna is furiously tapping away on her phone, but without her glasses, Jody can’t make out what’s on the screen. It’s just splotches of bright colour.

‘I’m trying to beat this level of Candy Crush,’ Donna grits out. She’s tapping more furiously, then her shoulders slump in defeat. ‘Dang it!’

Jody gasps. ‘Such dirty language!’

‘Har, har.’ Donna puts away her phone and wraps an arm around Jody, pulling her closer. ‘Good morning.’

‘It’s still morning?’ Jody groans. ‘Then we woke up to soon. Let’s go back to sleep.’

‘Or, I can make you pancakes and coffee?’

Jody turns her head, and she can just make out Donna’s bright smile.

‘Fine,’ she sighs. ‘But I also want bacon. And extra syrup.’

‘You got it.’ Donna presses a kiss to the top of Jody’s head, hands her glasses to her, then slides out of the bed, grabbing a discarded shirt from the clothes-chair as she makes her way out of the room.

Jody is slow to follow. She takes another couple minutes to enjoy the warmth beneath the blankets, then jumps out of bed and into a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie. She looks around for a pair of socks, but not finding any at first glance, she slides her feet into Donna’s bunny slippers. She wraps her arms around herself in an effort to keep all that cosy warmth from the bed still with her, but by the time she’s reached the kitchen it’s gone. She’s not cold, the hoodie and sweatpants make sure of that, but that fulfilling contentment is gone.

‘Can you make the coffee?’ Donna asks. There’s already a couple pancakes sitting on a plate. They’re a perfect light brown and smell delicious.

Jody gets the coffeemaker going then wraps her arms around Donna’s waist and hooks her chin over Donna’s shoulder.

‘Smells good,’ she says, and presses a kiss to Donna’s jaw.

‘Thank you.’ Donna’s smile isn’t visible to Jody, but she can feel it in the way her girlfriend’s cheeks bulge.

‘I’m talking about the coffee.’

Donna turns in Jody’s arms, her smile soft and happy. ‘Jokes before breakfast, huh? You must’ve slept really well.’

Jody’s smile mirrors Donna’s when she says, ‘When I sleep with you, always.’

[benevolentsam]

Ode to Crappy Exes

Characters: Anna Milton/Ruby, Past Ruby/Lilith, Past Anna Milton/Mary Winchester, Kaia Nieves, Charlie Bradbury, Bela Talbot, Jody Mills Rating: Teen and Up Warnings/Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Prison, References to Drugs, Past Attempted Murder, Past Unhealthy Relationships, Fluff and Angst, Caring Ruby Summary: Ruby's ex-girlfriend is conspiring against her. That's the only reason why she ends up in Lebannon Minimum Security Prison. She knows how to handle herself in places like this, but what she doesn't know how to handle is the Ice Queen that she's roomed with. She vows to somehow melt Anna Milton's hard exterior. Written for @spnsafficchallenge // Also on Ao3

Ruby couldn't say she was happy to be entering Lebannon Minimum Security Prison. She'd been sold out by her ex. Maybe they'd ended on bad terms, but sending her to jail? It was low, even for Lilith.

She'd spent time in juvie as a kid, but it had been nothing like Lebannon. There were electrified fences all around the building, Ruby could hear them humming as the guard walked her forward. A girl with dark curly hair walked beside her, and she looked more nervous than Ruby felt. As they were shoved into the back of the van, Ruby placed a hand on her knee. The girl jumped, but she didn't shy away away from her. They huddled together as the guard locked them in.

"Don't look so nervous," a voice came from the cab. Another woman appeared from the driver's seat, not a guard but a prisoner. She looked too happy to be wearing a prison uniform. "It's not so bad when you get in there."

"I'm not nervous," the young girl beside Ruby lied. Ruby snorted loudly and she didn't even feel guilty. The girl glared at her.

"Look, I'm not saying I'm not nervous but hun..."

The girl couldn't have been any older than eighteen, but the way she pouted made her look like a child. Ruby almost felt sorry for her, but the kid had to have done something to end up in jail. Once they got through the gate, they were all the same. Ruby wasn't going to pretend any different. The girl moved away from Ruby, shuffling to the other side of the bench seat.

The guard opened the door and climbed into the cab, letting the redhead drive them off.

When they got to the prison, they were greeted by more guards. They had to go through the cough and drop routine, Ruby was kinda used to it but the young girl next to her was swallowing back tears. The shower, delousing powder, the medical, it was all humiliating as Hell. The guards probably did it on purpose, laughed about it to themselves later. In the end she was handed a bright orange jumpsuit and shoved into a holding cell.

The girl, Kaia she had learned, was put on the bunk under her. They were the only company each of them had, with the bunk across from them empty. In a few hours, or days, they'd be taken to their cells. Better than that, dinner was in an hour which would make up for the delousing.

"Hey, Kid, you looking forward to food?" Ruby asked. Kaia glared at her. She was nothing but skin and bone, her uniform swamping her.

"I'm not hungry," Kaia mumbled.

"Well, I guess more french fries for me then."

"You really think they're going to serve us french fries?" Kaia snorted. "They don't even give good food to school children, why would they bother feeding us properly." She was pacing around the room, wearing track in the floor. There wasn't much scenery in their little room, but she didn't seem content unless she managed to see all of it.

"You gotta calm yourself," Ruby said. Damn she wouldn't last if she was stressing herself so much. Ruby slipped from her bed on the top bunk so she was stood beside Kaia. The girl seemed hesitant, but leaned into Ruby. "What are you doing here kid?"

"Wrong place, wrong time."

If Ruby's heart didn't break she might not have been human. She knew what cops were like, pinning shit on people who didn't deserve it. Kaia was the poster girl for suspected criminal. She hugged Kaia tight, held her close like her own child.

"Don't worry, I'll look out for you," Ruby promised.

When it was time for dinner, they were escorted to the dining hall. The rest of the inmates were watching them with cat like reflexes, though the seemed curious more than anything. Kaia tugged at her sleeves. Ruby shot back a glare at them all for making Kaia feel uncomfortable, but none of them seemed so bothered. Especially not the perky red head that had driven them in that morning.

"You look a bit lost," she smiled. God she was way too perky. "You wanna sit with us?"

Ruby glanced at who us were, the most mismatched group of girls she'd ever seen. Still, they looked friendly enough and didn't mind Ruby and Kaia joining them. They took a seat at the table.

"I'm Charlie," the redhead grinned. The girl beside her rolled her eyes but still held Charlie's hand tight. "This is Bela, my bitch." Bela tilted her head, Ruby hadn't seen someone look so surprised and offended in her entire life. The pressure at her side increased as Kaia pressed herself closer to her. Charlie and Bela were having some sort of argument, not entirely serious but loud. The other women around the table ignored them both, so it had probably happened more than once.

The dining hall was emptier than Ruby expected. She thought the prison would be overflowing with how many people the cops tried to cram in them, but beside their own table there was one in the back corner that was full and a few other prisoners dotted about. There were so many free seats. Particularly around one woman, another red head but she kept her head down. Ruby couldn't help but stare - there was something about her.

"What you in for?" An older woman asked. Her hair was greying and there were wrinkles around her eyes, but she seemed nice enough. Motherly.

"My ex girlfriend called the cops on me for smuggling drugs," Ruby shrugged. "She didn't mention that it was her operation and I was only doing what she wanted me to, but whatever." She wasn't bitter about Lilith, not at all. Her fingers were twitching and she had to get up and do something.

She said nothing as she stood up and headed for the rec room. Not even Kaia followed her, although she could feel all their eyes on the back of her head.

Even eyes down red head glanced up as Ruby passed.

"Cortese, Nieves, get up."

There was a guy rattling the bars to their cell. He had an obnoxious look on his face, almost smiling as he watched the girls roll out of bed. The sky outside was still dark and the only light around was the fluorescent beam from the corridor. Ruby blinked at the guy, while Kaia hurried to get up.

"It's moving day, gather your things and go."

Neither of them had much to take with them, their commissaries hadn't come through yet so nothing was really theirs. They had the uniforms on their backs, a few spare clothes, nothing more. Ruby doubted Kaia would get anything anyway. It didn't look like the kid had any family. Ruby was lucky that her old friend Sam was enough of a sap to send her through some money. At least she'd have something.

They followed the obnoxious guard down the corridor and to the bunks. He stopped first halting Ruby, then Kaia. Her plimsolls squeaked on the floor as the guard pushed her down the line of beds. Most of the other girls were still asleep, but a few woke up when they heard Kaia.

"Welcome to the ghetto, Nieves," the guard grinned. Ruby started following her, but Smiley held her back. "Not you, Cortese, you're this way."

The fear in Kaia's eyes as Ruby was dragged away was that of a child left to a pack of wolves. There were silent tears rolling down her face and Ruby wanted to punch the guard. Someone needed to look out for that girl. Ruby was thankful when a women her own age with dark skin and wild hair took hold of Kaia's hand, held her close. Kaia sobbing onto the mystery woman's shoulder was the last thing Ruby saw before she was pulled down through another doorway.

The guard pointed to one of the rooms, well not quite a room but the walls were high enough. He was rough with her as he pushed her through the narrow entrance. Probably left a hand shaped bruise, and God wasn't it a while since she'd had one of them. It was just a shame she was a raging lesbian, maybe her and Smiley could have got along.

Ruby dumped her clothes on the free bed, sat down after them. The woman across from her was the loner red head from the canteen. Great.

"Stay on your side of the room."

"Don't you even want to know my name?" Ruby asked. The girl didn't even open her eyes, laid like she was sleeping - or dead. "Well, I'm Ruby. I don't suppose you'll be getting out any time soon?" Her eyes flew open, she had the most piercing stare.

"Not a chance, I'm in here for the long haul," she replied. "And around here, we use last names. Mine's Milton. Lose the cutesy attitude or someone will beat it out of you."

Wow, Ruby was not expecting that. Milton looked so angelic and peaceful, but her tongue cut like a knife. Like Ruby's used to, before she had to make everything into a joke. Milton had closed her eyes again, trying to sleep or maybe just shut Ruby out. Who even knew anymore? It was gonna be a lonely two years.

"What's the deal with the loner?"

Ruby had taken to eating with Charlie and her girlfriend every day. There was a couple of others who sat with them regularly; Jody, who everyone called Mama Bear, Meg, who was more sarcastic than even Ruby, and Jo, who was kinda quiet but Jody loved a lot. They were the most dysfunctional gang of people Ruby had ever met, but they were nicer than fucking Lilith so that was a plus.

And hey, Kaia was getting along great with her bunk buddy. Cassie Robinson had formally introduced herself and promised to look after Kaia like she had done with the others. Wrong place wrong time seemed to be the motto for the ghetto.

Then there was Milton, who hadn't so much as looked at Ruby the entire time they'd been sharing a room. She sat alone every meal, and God only knows where she went during rec time.

"Who, Anna?" Jody asked. She sent a cursory glance in Milton's direction. Anna Milton, Christ didn't she just sound so middle class. Almost as if she could feel them staring, Anna glanced up at them, her blue eyes still icy and cold. Jody didn't appear the slightest bit guilty. "No one knows really, she doesn't talk to any of us. I tried but, she doesn't really like my cooking so why would I try?"

Sometimes, Jody really did not give a fuck and Ruby admired her for it.

"She's in for killing a guy, that's all we know," Charlie chimed in. Well, Ruby could understand killing a guy. The amount of times she nearly killed Lilith's dick of a boss. Everyone called him Lucifer, and it wasn't hard to understand why.

"Babe, we don't know that," Bela stroked her arm. "I doubt she's in here for much - she's not really the violent type, is she?"

"Look at us, how many of us are actually the violent type?" Charlie asked. She was right, most of the people she'd met were in on drug charges. None of them had it in them to be violent, and Ruby cringed at the days when she used to be. The amount of people she'd hurt because Lilith had asked her to. She was a fucking idiot.

The table went quiet. Best way to bum out a bunch of prisoners? Just ask them about their crimes.

"There's something about her..." Ruby was still staring at Anna, couldn't help herself. No one paid attention, but she wasn't gonna give up easily. Ruby would make Anna talk to her, or Anna could fight her, rip her apart. She was just so fucking bored.

Ruby got up extra early, rushed down her breakfast so she could see where Anna went during her days. Unsurprisingly, they ended up in the library. Ruby didn't even know the prison had a library, not that she was complaining. Maybe she could get her GED while she was in there. That was all off topic though, for now she had to focus on Anna.

Ruby pulled out the chair opposite her, sat down and leaned on the table. Anna sighed.

"What do you want?"

"Why won't you talk to me," Ruby asked. Even from behind the book, she could feel Anna's eye roll. Ruby snatched the book, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, out of her dainty fingers. "Why won't you talk to any of us? We won't bite, you know."

"Yeah, but I might," Anna said. The pulled the book back but didn't open it up again, which Ruby saw as progress.

"Okay, so you killed a guy," Ruby shrugged. "Who'd blame you, men are awful. Doesn't mean you need to cut yourself off from the rest of society forever."

"I didn't kill a guy, I nearly killed a guy," Anna replied. That was unexpected. Ruby half thought Charlie had been lying about whatever rumours were flying about, but for her to straight up admit it was pretty hardcore. Anna must have take Ruby's stunned silence as a cue to continue. "I was young, and stupid, and there was this girl..."

Ruby had to laugh. There's always a girl.

"There was this girl, Mary. I knew her husband wasn't treating her right, she came into work with bruises and she'd laugh them off but her smile. There was nothing behind it. I'd watched her go from my cool, vibrant, best friend, to someone so quiet I could barely recognise her. And it was his doing, John's. So when she finally got the courage to leave him, and he started threatening her, I had to do something.

"As far as I know, he's out of hospital, out of prison, doing well with his life. And Mary went back to him. And I'm stuck in here, down my freedom, down the love of my life, and down one family for outing myself during the trial."

"Damn, that's some heavy shit." What could Ruby possibly say to comfort her? Anna glared at her, but it was a little warmer than usual.

"Okay, so now you have my tragic backstory, will you leave me alone?"

"You think that's tragic? Anna, you're a hero," Ruby frowned. "I don't care if Mary couldn't see it, or even if you can't, but you know how many people would risk their lives for someone? Not many, I'll tell you that. People are entirely selfish, be proud that you're not them."

Anna paused for a moment. It was like she couldn't meet Ruby's eye, like she was ashamed of who she was. Ruby's heart broke; Anna deserved better.

"So you're in here because of someone else?"

"Oh yeah, my ex-girlfriend ratted me out to the pigs," Ruby laughed. She was feeling less bitter about it by the day, but God she still wanted to strangle Lilith sometimes. "Told them I was smuggling drugs, didn't say I was doing it for her but you know - whatever's convenient."

There was a hand on her arm, a touch so light it could have been a ghost. She looked across and saw Anna's arm reached between them. Her nails were painted a pretty shade of pink, and all Ruby could think about was how short they were. Mind out of the gutter, Ruby. But the touch felt electric and Ruby couldn't think of much else beyond Anna.

"Here's to crappy ex-girlfriends, right?" Anna smiled. An honest to God smile on the ice queen.

"Here's hoping for better ones soon," Ruby added. Anna's grip on her arm tightened just a little bit, and Ruby hadn't felt hope like it in a long time.

Things were easier with Anna talking to her. Sure, they still spent meals and most of their rec time separately, but Anna was helping Ruby muddle through her GED. Once a week they'd meet in the library and they'd run through things Ruby thought she knew. Anna was kind about it though, never once making fun of her for getting things wrong.

The nights though, the nights were the best.

In there little room with half walls, they could be themselves in a way they couldn't share with anyone else. Ruby dropped her carefully constructed class clown persona, and Anna melted a little more with every night. They spoke in hushed whispers, but it didn't matter. They could speak in only gestures and it seemed the other would understand.

When Anna came to bed, her face a screwed up mess of tears, Ruby was ready to go on the warpath. But she was trying to change, so she hugged her friend and asked her what was wrong.

"It's Mary," Anna whispered. "She wants to come visit."

Ruby spiralled. There was no way that Mary wasn't coming to get back together with Anna. And Anna was probably still in love with her. So where did that put Ruby, and their half flirting, the longing touches between them. Bile rose in the back of her throat, but she swallowed it down. She had to be there for Anna, even if she got hurt in the process.

"Do you think she'll ask to get back together?" She asked tentatively.

"Fuck no, I think he knocked her up and I was the only one who ever cared about her," Anna said. "So of course she's gonna come to me. I don't even - I don't even know if I want to see her again."

"No one's forcing you to, and you don't owe her anything."

"I know."

There was a but, Ruby could sense it. She knew all of Anna's faces, and she looked so conflicted. If she could, she'd have told Anna to forget about her, ignore every plead and call because she deserved so much better. It wasn't that easy though, it never would be. If Lilith asked to see Ruby again, God only knew what she'd say.

But Anna said nothing more. She stayed on the floor, legs hugged to her chest, until the guards came for final roll call. The lights in their block flickered out. Ruby felt a hand reaching for her own.

"Can I -" Anna thought better of what she was going to say. "I can't be alone right now."

So Ruby slid across, let Anna climb into bed right next to her. She smelled of apples and earth. Ruby could picture the two apple picking in some Vermont orchard instead of stuck in a Kansas prison. They fit together in the single bed, legs locked around each other. It would have been peaceful, if Anna wasn't sobbing into Ruby's chest.

"So, are you guys like dating?"

Kaia was a cute kid, but she asked the wrong questions at the wrong time. There was nothing going on between her and Anna, not in the way Ruby wanted it to. Whatever they had though, it was something more than a friendship. since the whole Mary deal, Anna had kinda been walking around half dazed. It was freaking everyone out.

"Don't know."

"How can you not know? Just ask her?" Kaia questioned.

Ruby wanted to spit out it wasn't that simple, but in all fairness she was the one who went to a teenager for dating advice. As far as she knew, Kaia had had a pretty serious girlfriend before she was locked up. What serious meant to a kid, she didn't know.

Kaia had a point though. Maybe if she asked Anna what their deal was, she could finally get a girlfriend. Maybe get laid, who knew. She could also get punched straight in the boob if it turned out Anna didn't actually like her like that. God she sounded like a kid again. Maybe she was right to talk to Kaia.

"I'm scared if I ask her, this might have all just been a game to her, you know?" Ruby said. She looked out over the yard, where all the prisoners had been shoved out for rec time. No one seemed to be having much fun. "I don't know, some girls are just affectionate with their friends, right? So maybe that's all I am to her. I don't want to be."

"Ask her, it's better than not knowing surely."

Kid was three for three. Kaia gave her a look before disappearing, and a second later Anna's voice rang in her ear.

"What were you talking about?"

"Oh, I was just making sure she's fitting in okay," Ruby lied. She was completely fluent in the language of bullshit. "Cassie seems to have taken her in, which is good 'cause lord knows that kid needs some positive role models."

"You've been doing a pretty good job with her," Anna said. "You care about her a lot, it's really sweet. You know how you said I was unselfish? You are too. I know you don't act like it, but I also know that's a front. Be proud."

Ruby's heart burst open like a caged bird being let free. She wanted to feel like that forever, even if it meant asking the difficult questions.

"Are we dating?"

Anna blinked. In the few weeks they had been together, Anna's eyes had turned from an icy blue to a soft sea green. The light in them danced as Ruby waited for an answer. Silence had never felt so loud.

"Are we?"

Dumb useless lesbians. Ruby shook her head, almost wanted to laugh but she was one of the dumb useless lesbians involved in it all. While she still had Anna's attention, Ruby pulled her close and kissed her quick. They were in full sight of the yard, someone could see them so they couldn't spark flames like Ruby wanted. Anna's lips on hers were enough.

"I'm sick of crappy relationships, okay? I'm in for the long haul if you are," Ruby whispered, her face an inch away from Anna's.

"Told you that right from the beginning," Anna replied.

Lebannon Minimum Security Prison was a crappy place to call home, but Ruby's family? That was pretty okay. Maybe she had something to thank Lilith for after all.

[nickelkeep]

Head Held High

Written for @spnsafficchallenge‘s June Pride Challenge

Pairing: Dorothy and Charlie Warning: No Major Warnings Word Count: 896 Ao3 Link

Charlie smiled contently as she watched the stars. Unlike back home, she could get lost in counting the divine lights in Oz. The colors were vibrant and plentiful, and while she knew she could quickly learn their names and the constellations they made, it was much more fun to make up her own.

As she lost herself in the latest cluster she was trying to name, a pair of arms snaked their way around her waist, startling her out of her peaceful revelry and eliciting a squeak.

“Sorry, Red.” Dorothy kissed Charlie’s neck before nuzzling against it. “You were so peaceful looking. I just needed to join you and steal a moment with you.”

“Moment of peace and quiet lost.” Charlie giggled as she leaned back into her lover’s embrace. “You were able to sneak away?”

“Not exactly. But as the leader of the revolution, I think I’m entitled to a small break with you to recharge my spirit and stamina.” Dorothy kissed the top of Charlie’s head. “Yep, this is just what I need to feel better.”

“You are such a nerd.”

“Still not sure what that means, but the way you call me that, I don’t mind.”

The two of them stood together peacefully, allowing the world to rush around them when a courier ran up to them. “Pardon the interruption. I hate to interrupt a lovely scene, but I come with a message.” The courier handed the envelope to Dorothy and bowed their head before running off again.

Dorothy’s eyebrow perked up curiously. “Either it’s a summons, or they’re not expecting a response right away.”

“Don’t let me stop you.” Charlie leaned back and tilted her chin up to kiss along Dorothy’s jaw, attempting to distract her.

“Stop, Red.” Dorothy giggled as she attempted to read the message. She placed a kiss against Charlie’s temple and refocused her attention on the letter. “Strange.”

“What is?”

“They told me to not worry about coming back this evening. Or tomorrow. Or the next day.”

“What?!” Charlie stood up straight and turned to face Dorothy. “Are they overthrowing you? Demoting you? What’s going on?”

“None of those.” Dorothy smiled and handed the letter to the nervous redhead. “They understand that I’ve been working hard and haven’t been spending enough time with my consort. They want me to take a break.”

“Consort?” Charlie tilted her head in thought. “I know that word.” Her eyes went wide. “Wait, they’re acknowledging us?”

Dorothy nodded. “Yeah Red, why wouldn’t they?”

“Because we’re two women?”

“So?”

“Dorothy, how old were you when you came to Oz the first time?”

“Twelve, why?”

“In 1899, right?” Charlie offered a sad smile as Dorothy nodded in confirmation. “So you missed so much back where we’re from.”

“Sounds like this is probably a good thing?”

Charlie nodded. “When did you know that you liked women?”

“I always knew.”

“So did I. But back home, it was, and still can be frowned upon for women to love other women.” Charlie took Dorothy’s hands in her own. “There’s been a lot of fighting for people like us to have the same rights as others. To even be accepted.”

“Why? Love is love, isn’t it?”

“Holy hell, this is incredible and unbelievable and amazing all at once.” She bit her bottom lip and took a deep breath. “You’ve never been judged for loving a woman, have you?” Dorothy shook her head. “There’s no shaming like that here in Oz, is there?”

“No. You don’t need to be afraid of being seen with me.” A look of realization crossed over Dorothy’s face. “Were you?”

Charlie blushed and looked away, suddenly finding a fascinating spot on the ground.

“Charlie!” Dorothy hooked her finger gently under the other woman’s chin and turned her head to look back at her. “This isn’t like you. This isn’t my fiery, confident know-it-all. While I don’t expect a full history, I am going to need some kind of abridged version.”

“Maybe later?” Charlie asked. “I’m busy trying to figure out how to remove my foot from my mouth currently.”

“You’re not ashamed of-”

“I’m not ashamed of you. Or of me. I wasn’t what we called ‘in the closet’ back home.” Charlie played with the ends of her hair. “I was nervous that if you were in a relationship with a woman, it would undermine your authority. Not that it should. But back home, it could and would.”

“I don’t understand. Love makes people feel good. Seeing people in love spreads love. Why would people want to hide that away or punish it?

“Because they’re scared of the things they don’t understand or are taught to hate.”

Dorothy took Charlie’s hand and ran her thumb over the knuckles. “There are bigger issues here than who loves who. Life is too short for it to matter.” She nodded at the letter. “The Resistance knows, Red. They accept us. They accept you. Hold your head up high, and don’t be afraid to take my hand.”

“My hand does fit well in yours…”

“I know.” Dorothy entwined her fingers into Charlie’s. “I know the stars are lovely tonight, but we’re going back inside.”

Charlie tilted her head. “Why?”

“So I can show how proud I am to have you by my side.” Dorothy leaned in and gently kissed her consort’s lips before pulling her back inside the Resistance’s base.

[amicuscarus]

they’re going to a Halloween party and dorothy is not amused 

(dorothy is going as indiana ones so she doesnt have to do a lot of work)

@spnsafficchallenge

[amicuscarus]

this took me soooooo long but i finally made a complex? background so its chill

charlie’s a knight rescuing the beautiful princess dorothy (even though she doesn’t need rescuing)  dorothy can take care of herself but she kinda likes being carried away by a pretty girl @spnsafficchallenge

[fanfic-from-a-67-impala]

When Mary Met Kelly...

Characters: Mary Winchester x Kelly Kline, Castiel, Sam, Dean

Word Count: 3932

Summary: As Kelly's due date approaches, Castiel calls Mary over for some motherly advice.

Warnings: angst, pregnancy (nothing more than you see in the show), death

And, like, obviously this is Mary-positive. If you don't like it, then don't read it!

A/N: Whew! Made it just in time for @spnsafficchallenge​. Almost had to ask for an extension for my own challenge. This took an insanely long time to write.

Adds a few days between 12.22 and 12.23, but otherwise canon-compliant.

When Mary met Kelly, she knew she wasn’t supposed to.

It’s been a long week. Mary is recovering from the Men of Letters’ brainwashing. She feels jumpy, like she had too much coffee, and she hears a soft droning sound in her ears that she can’t get rid of. Sometimes, when she first wakes up or is about to fall asleep, she thinks she might be in that room in the compound again, trapped in her own mind.

But she’s not. She’s safe in the bunker with her boys, and everything is okay.

Castiel is missing. He ran away with the mother of Lucifer’s child, and the boys aren’t very happy with him. Dean has uttered a few choice words about him that Mary would have scolded him for if she thought it was her prerogative.

She’s not sure what to think when Castiel’s name pops up on her phone.

“Mary, I need your help,” he says.

“Castiel? What is it?”

“It’s Kelly,” he replies. “Her due date is approaching, and she’s asking questions that I’m… I’m less than qualified to answer.”

Mary hears him sigh through the speaker, filled with disappointment and maybe shame.

“What do you need from me?” she asks.

“I’m texting you coordinates to a house in North Cove, Washington. How soon can you be here?”

She checks the time on her phone. “Tomorrow night?”

“Good. Mary, thank you.” He lets his voice trail off, as if he wants to say something more.

“Castiel?”

“I realize this is too much to ask, but you must keep this from Sam and Dean.”

She sighs. Lying isn’t the first step she would have chosen toward starting over with her boys. But if she can help, if she can find out where Kelly is hiding, she could at least give them that.

“Of course.”

When Mary met Kelly, she was exhausted.

She’s driven for twenty-four hours straight, stopping only at two gas ’n’ sips. Her eyes are closing even as Castiel opens the door to her.

“Thank you for coming,” he says.

She drops her bag on a couch, surveying the room. “Nice place.”

From the outside, she assumed they were hiding out in some abandoned shack. She imagined rotting wood and battery-powered lanterns. Instead, the soft light of a lamp sitting on the end table illuminates the couch cushions and the coffee table and the chair in front of the television set.

It reminds her of her house in Lawrence.

“It’s modest,” Castiel admits. “It was the best rental I could find in such a short timeframe.”

Mary hears footsteps padding down the stairs.

A woman, her belly bulging beneath her dress, rounds the corner. Her eyes land on Mary, and she flings a hand out to the railing behind her with a gasp.

“It’s all right,” Castiel nods to her.

Her shoulders drop, eyes softening at his assurance.

“Kelly, this is Mary Winchester,” he explains, “Sam and Dean’s mother.”

“Their mother?” Kelly exclaims in surprise. “You can’t be—you’re… You look…”

Mary gets this a lot.

“It’s a long story,” she answers reflexively.

Castiel clears his throat. “I asked Mary to come. I figured we could use someone with experience in this area.”

Kelly slowly makes her way to them. She rests one protective hand over her bump. She has the glow of a soon-to-be mother all the excitement and fear in the world wrapped into one body, something Mary hasn’t seen in ages.

“It’s nice to meet you, Mary,” she says.

When Mary met Kelly, she felt her resolve crumble.

Castiel senses her exhaustion and leads her to a spare room.

Angels don’t need sleep, she remembers him telling her one night. She usually tosses and turns, struggling to fall asleep, in strange places, but the thought that he’ll be outside eases her worry. She imagines it eases some of Kelly’s worries about her baby’s safety as well.

Mary wakes with the sun. It filters through the sheer-curtained window.

She holds her cell phone in her hand. She meant to call the boys as soon as Castiel closed the door behind him last night, but she must have fallen asleep before she dialed.

A soft knock sounds.

She climbs out of bed and opens the door. Kelly stands in the doorway in a bathrobe, greeting Mary with a smile. Now that Mary’s head is clearer, less sleep-deprived, she takes in the softness about Kelly, the peacefulness, her comforting smile. She would have described her as angelic before she knew what angels were.

“Good morning, Mary,” she says, her voice sweet.

“Morning,” Mary replies. “Please, come in.”

Kelly follows her into the room. “Castiel picked up breakfast. It’s downstairs if you’d like.”

Mary thinks back to the last time she ate—a soggy ham sandwich from a gas station in Oregon.

“That sounds great,” she says.

Kelly nods to the phone in Mary’s hand. “Did you get a chance to call your sons?”

Mary stammers. “Uh… sorry?”

“That was the plan, wasn’t it?” Kelly says. “Scope out the place, make sure we were really here before you gave them our address?”

Kelly speaks softly, her gentle smile still in place. Mary almost wishes she were angry. Her eyes flicker away from Kelly’s.

“How did you know?” Mary asks.

“You had a look,” Kelly shrugs. “I had a feeling.”

“A feeling?” Mary repeats, laughing faintly. “You’ll make a great mom.”

Kelly’s smile fades for only a moment before it returns.

“I didn’t call them,” Mary says finally. “But, Kelly, they don’t want to hurt you. Or your baby.”

“But they will,” she says. “They’ll kill us both if they can’t take away the thing that makes him special.”

Mary wants to argue, but she can’t. She’s heard the way the boys talk about the child growing inside Kelly. Lucifer, junior. The devil’s spawn.

“Mary, please.” Kelly places a hand on Mary’s shoulder. “Just give us a day to prove to you that what we’re doing is the right thing.”

Mary sighs. The last time she lied to her boys about where she was, she almost lost them. But what could be the harm in one day?

When Mary met Kelly, there were questions even she couldn’t answer.

The scent of fresh paint tinges their senses as they stand in the nursery, admiring the mural covering one wall.

“It’s beautiful,” Mary says.

Kelly runs a hand over her belly and gazes at the painting as if she’s about to say goodbye to it. “It’s a work in progress.”

Mary thinks she sees a sheen of tears in Kelly’s eyes before she blinks it away.

Kelly twirls a thin paint brush in her hand, but she picks up a wider, lightly brown-stained brush from the wooden bench and holds it out to Mary.

“Do you want to help me?” she asks.

Mary shakes her head. “Oh, no. I would only ruin it.”

Kelly laughs like Mary made a joke. She takes Mary’s hand and places the handle of the brush there.

Kelly’s touch is warm, like everything else about her. Mary feels it in her shoulders and her toes and her heart. It’s soothing, almost healing.

“You’ll do fine,” Kelly assures her. “I think everyone has an artistic side.”

Mary, who has only ever used paint to draw devil’s traps, raises an eyebrow. “You’re sure about that?”

Kelly shrugs. “Not at all.”

Mary can’t help the small laugh that escapes her, and Kelly choruses in.

“Either way, you’d be doing me a favor,” Kelly says. “It needs to be finished before this little guy is born, and I don’t think I have much time left.”

Kelly’s gaze disappears into something Mary can’t read.

“Are you nervous?” Mary asks.

Kelly hums. “I’m excited. But I don’t want it to end, you know?”

Mary doesn’t know, but she listens as Kelly continues.

“I feel like I barely had any time with him, and now…”

Tears well up in Kelly’s eyes. She shakes her head disapprovingly as they fall down her face.

“God, I’m sorry,” she chokes, scrubbing at her cheeks with the back of her hand.

Mary remembers this part of being pregnant, the flood of hormones and the mood swings.

She places a hand on Kelly’s shoulder. “It’s okay.”

Kelly laughs softly at herself.

Mary holds up the brush in her hand. “Want to teach me how to work this?”

Kelly turns around and pops open open a paint can, half full of glossy green paint, then another beside it on the bench, then another.

“Well, I've been making it up as I go.” She waves a hand at the mural behind her. “Go ahead and add whatever you think fits.”

A wide, windblown tree fills most of the painting, its delicate, winding branches bare against the sky-blue background. Mary watches as Kelly dips her brush into the green paint and begins to brush light strokes of bright green onto the branches. Her brows are furrowed in concentration, her free hand at her lower back while she leans backward to look at her work.

Mary tears her eyes away to look at the empty landscape and realizes she doesn't have a creative bone in her body. She turns to the paints behind her instead. The can of white paint is nearly full.

She dips her brush in the white and, before she can talk herself out of it, draws a half circle where the sky meets the grass.

By the time she has finished, Kelly has covered half the tree in leaves and steps back.

“A sunrise,” Kelly says, gazing at Mary’s painting. “It’s perfect.”

The corners of Mary’s lips tug upward. “Well, I don’t know about that.”

Kelly’s smile turns into a wince as she rubs her back.

“You okay?” Mary asks.

“I’m fine,” Kelly assures her. “Just need to sit down.”

Mary takes her arm and leads her to the chair in the corner of the room. Kelly collapses in the chair gratefully.

“How you feeling?” Mary asks again.

Kelly groans, sitting up in the seat. “Did you have backaches when you were pregnant?”

“I did,” Mary nods. “All I wanted to do the few days before I gave birth was lie in bed. But your body forgets what it feels like afterward.”

“Really?”

She shrugs. “That’s how Sam came around.”

Kelly laughs for a moment, but it fades quickly into a saddened, fearful grimace.

“Mary?” she whispers.

Mary pushes a stray lock of hair behind Kelly’s ear. “Hm?”

Kelly’s eyes flutter closed and open again as she takes a deep breath.

“I’m dying.”

Mary squints at her for a second. “I don’t understand.”

“When a nephilim is born, its mother dies,” Kelly explains. “It happens every time.”

When the words finally sink in, it feels like a punch to her gut. “But…” she manages. “But that doesn’t mean you…”

Kelly nods, and Mary trails off.

“I can feel it,” Kelly says, rubbing her belly. “And it’s okay. I’m okay with this.”

But Mary’s not.

When Mary met Kelly, she didn’t realize it would be the last time.

Mary paces the floor of the living room, feeling Castiel’s eyes following her from his chair. Kelly said good night to them both and went upstairs an hour ago.

“There’s a way out of this,” Mary mutters. “There has to be.”

“There is no other way, Mary,” Castiel says.

“There’s always another way.” She keeps her shouts hushed so as not to wake Kelly. “What if you healed her while she gives birth?”

“Not even I have the power to heal the wounds inflicted by mothering a nephilim.”

“Is it too late to, you know,” Mary stumbles, “terminate?”

“She wants to carry this child to term,” he says. “He has to be born, and he will bring us paradise on Earth.”

“And we’re supposed to let an innocent woman die for it?”

“It’s not our decision.”

Mary pauses her pacing to huff out a sigh, running her hands through her hair.

“This isn’t right. This… this isn’t fair.”

“No, it’s not,” Castiel says.

She can see the regret in his eyes. She knows it must be weighing on him, helping a woman to her death. She wills herself to look at it the way he seems to, but she can’t.

Mary tosses and turns in bed. She decided against the unappealing thought of starting the day’s drive tonight, choosing instead to stay the night in the house.

Everything about this is so different from what she was always taught to do, to save people. Letting Kelly die so a nephilim, the child of Lucifer, can live goes against everything she was raised to believe.

She can feel herself finally drift off when her door creaks.

Her eyes fly open, and she shoots up in bed. Without her trusty gun on her nightstand, she curls her hands into fists instead.

The dim yellow light from the doorway silhouettes a small figure, rounded at the middle.

Mary squints. “Kelly?”

Kelly closes the door behind her and inches toward the bed.

“Are you okay?” Mary asks.

Kelly sits next to her, dipping the mattress. “Mary, can I tell you something?”

Still tense, Mary nods.

“I’m scared,” she admits. “I’m scared of dying.”

Mary has been around many things she knew were going to die, most of them at the end of her blade or by a bullet from her gun. But someone as loving and good as Kelly?

“And I know I shouldn’t be afraid because it’s for the best reason.” Kelly wraps her arms around her belly. “I’m dying for my child.”

At those words, Mary feels all the anger she felt, at Lucifer for causing all this, at Castiel for doing nothing, even at Kelly for letting herself die, fade away.

She takes Kelly’s hand in hers. “You’re dying for your child.”

Kelly breathes a sigh of relief, like she’s been screaming into a void for years, and now someone finally hears her. Mary pulls her into a hug, running her hand up and down Kelly’s back, and the two of them sit there in the dark, leaning against each other.

When they finally break away, Kelly curls up on her side, hugging the side of the bed. Mary wraps an arm around her as she sinks into the bed as well and lets herself drift off again.

When Mary met Kelly, she realized what a second chance meant.

Mary leaves the house the next morning and arrives at the bunker the morning after.

“Just had to tie up some loose ends,” she explains to the boys.

They don’t question it, only welcome her back and tell her about the latest development: Lucifer is free.

As they work on another plan to trap him, Mary scans articles on the computer and pages of books, but she catches her mind wandering to Kelly, what would happen if Lucifer found her.

“Mom?” Sam says, snapping her out of the thought. “You okay?”

She brushes it off, telling him she’s fine. She can tell he knows there’s something she’s not telling him, but she says nothing, even when they decide the best way to deter Lucifer is to find Kelly.

They find a massive power outage tracked to a house rented by an alias they recognize as Castiel’s. She peeks at the screen and isn’t surprised to find the same address where she’d visited only days before.

She almost feels relieved. Now her boys know what she knows, and she can see Kelly again, see that she’s safe.

The ride to Washington is mostly silent, save the bits of planning, anticipating. As they approach the town where Kelly and Castiel are staying, Mary has a hard time sitting still, shifting in her seat and tapping her fingers on the dashboard.

“Seriously, Mom, you good?” Dean asks. “I know this is a lot to take in, especially after… I mean, you can take it slow if you need to.”

Mary nods. “I’m good, really. I guess I’m just nervous.”

This is true, but she was also thinking about Kelly. She’s had an entire day to worry, but now she’s thinking about the more miniscule things about her. Her smile, her eyes, the way she holds her hands over her stomach as if protecting her baby.

She thinks about how Kelly’s son will never know these things about her.

Suddenly, she turns around to face her boys so she can see Sam in the backseat.

“I want you to know—both of you—that being here with you… I wouldn’t trade it for anything.”

“Mom?” Sam questions, narrowing his eyes at her.

“In case I don’t get the chance to tell you later,” she says. “I love you boys.”

Dean glances between her and the road. Concern lingers in his eyes as well, but he says only, “We love you, too, Mom.”

When they arrive, Castiel meets them at the door. They explain that Lucifer could be on his way here and that they need to take Kelly into hiding.

“She can’t be moved,” Castiel argues.

His eyes meet Mary’s questioning ones and nods. Kelly is in labor.

Almost on cue, a groan sounds from upstairs.

“I’ll go check on her,” Mary says. She bounds up the stairs, no longer caring about how anxious she must seem.

She rounds the corner to Kelly’s room to find her sitting up in her bed, back against the headboard. Her face grows softer when she sees Mary in the doorway.

“Mary,” she pants.

“Hey.” Mary walks around the bed to meet her. “The boys are downstairs with Castiel.”

“Is everything okay?” Kelly asks, her voice shaky. Her hands are trembling, her face and chest covered in a sheen of sweat.

“Fine,” Mary lies. “Everything’s fine.”

Kelly nods before her face contorts in pain and another yelp escapes her. She braces her hands on the side of the mattress, but Mary takes them instead, and Kelly squeezes her hands.

“Okay,” Mary says as the contraction seems to end. “I think they’re less than five minutes apart now. It’s almost time.”

Kelly moans, her breaths heavy and staggering.

Mary reaches up to tuck Kelly’s hair behind her ear. “How you doing?”

“I’m dying,” Kelly says softly, tears welling in her eyes.

Mary strokes Kelly’s hand with her thumb. “I know.”

Kelly smiles at her softly. “But that’s okay,” she whispers, “because wouldn’t you die for your sons?”

For the first time through all of this, Mary understands. She understands why Kelly is putting herself through all of this only to die, and she knows the feeling of sacrificing everything for her children. Kelly is dying so her son can live, and to Mary, it becomes the most familiar feeling in the world.

“Yeah,” she admits, tears forming in her own eyes.

When Mary met Kelly, it wasn’t enough.

Kelly’s scream rips through the room, the loudest one yet, the most full of agony. Mary sits beside the bed wanting so badly to do something but feeling completely helpless.

The screaming dissolves into soft crying as sobs rack Kelly’s body. Through the tears, she mumbles unintelligible words that sound almost like a prayer.

Mary sits down on the bed beside Kelly and wraps her arms around Kelly’s shoulders. She leans into Mary, holding tight to her.

“Okay. It’s okay,” Mary murmurs into her ear. “It’s going to be okay.”

She can feel Kelly’s trembles begin to wane as she takes deep breaths.

Mary holds her through another contraction, then another.

“I…” Kelly pants. “I think it’s time.”

Mary nods. “Okay.”

As she pulls away, Kelly latches onto her arms, her eyes wide with panic.

“I’m right here,” Mary says.

She helps Kelly down the bed, where Kelly gives birth.

Mary wakes up on the ground. She hazily remembers seeing the faint outline of a baby in the blinding light that knocked her out. She ignores the pounding from her head as she pushes herself off the ground.

At the foot of the bed, where there should be a crying baby, are only Kelly’s feet, lying still—too still. Kelly lies flat on the bed, hands slack on her stomach. Her eyes, which Mary last remembers glowing yellow, are glazed over, unblinking.

“Oh,” Mary gasps. She covers her mouth with her hand and shuts her eyes tightly, as if, when she opened them again, Kelly’s would be full of life.

She opens her eyes, only to be met with Kelly’s glassy ones again.

A year later, Mary returns to the house.

From the bunker, she drives alone to North Cove and finds the now abandoned once-home of Kelly Kline. The porch is even older and more weathered than she remembers, and mold grows on the wooden panels.

She sneaks into the house through the unlocked door. The living room is dustier and mustier but still familiar to her as the place where she met Kelly. She climbs up the creaking staircase and finds Kelly’s room.

The boys mentioned earlier that they burned Kelly’s body. The sheets are still tousled on the mattress from when she died. Mary walks around and kneels next to the bed, the same spot where she held Kelly in her arms.

She smooths out the pillow and places a kiss on it.

She walks toward the room where she stayed, but instead, the half-opened door of the nursery catches her eye. She peeks inside at the half-assembled crib lying on the ground, chuckling softly.

The mural greets her as she steps into the room. Kelly added some clouds to the landscape after the day Mary spent with her. She also finished the tree and added something red among the leaves. Upon closer inspection, Mary sees that it’s the beginning of an apple Kelly never got to finish painting.

Suddenly, tears prick Mary’s eyes and she begins to sob. Right there, in the middle of the would-be nursery, she collapses to her knees and curls in on herself. She cries for Kelly and everything she could have done, the time Mary could have spent with her, in this world. She cries for the complete helplessness she’s felt since the night Kelly died and for the sadness she hasn’t let herself feel until now.

Then, she remembers Jack.

Mary met him in the apocalypse world. She tried so hard not to grow attached to him, but she couldn’t help it. She sees so much of his mother in him—the goodness, the innocence.

That was the point to all of this, wasn’t it?

Mary stands up and walks to the paint bench. The cans preserved the paint inside them, even after a year. Mary dips a brush in the red paint and finishes the apple. She paints another beside it, then another, and she paints the letters of the alphabet in the banner above the tree.

When she’s finished, she steps back and looks at the wall. She imagines, if she were here, Kelly would have that soft smile on her face as she gazed at the completed mural.

When Mary met Kelly, she was complete.

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Closing Time

Pairing: Charlie Bradbury/Jo Harvelle

Rating: Teen and up

Word count: 1700

Tags: Fluff, very mild innuendo, tiny bit of violence, some explicit language

Author’s Note: This is obvious, but to avoid any confusion, ‘Annie’ is Charlie. Written for @spnsafficchallenge

There's a girl who comes into Annie's bar, every two nights, 7 o'clock on the dot. She always chooses the same table (near the back, next to the fire exit, facing the whole room), always orders the same drink (cheapest beer she's got) and never talks to anyone in the bar, save whoever's serving her. She's exactly the kind of person whom everyone else wouldn't look twice at, which means she's also the kind of person Annie notices first.

It's not like she's stalking the girl. It's just... like calls to like, or whatever the saying is. The look on the girl's face is one of someone who's running from something, who's always on high alert because they never know when they're going to need to grab everything and go. Annie gets that.

Even so, it takes a ridiculously long time for Annie to finally get up the courage to talk to her. She's not intimidated by much these days, hasn't been since she was the trembling, 12 year old Celeste Middleton. But there's something about this girl that sets Annie on edge, makes her wary of approaching her. Something that, somehow, both daunts her and excites her.

It's on a Tuesday night, maybe a couple weeks since the girl first showed up in her bar, when Annie just thinks fuck it and decides to at least ask her name. She watches the clock all day, nerves slowly building in her stomach as the seconds drag on. Her co-workers notice her agitated state, and she notices them whispers to each other, glancing sideways and smirking at her the whole time. They've all probably figured out what she's planning; she's been talking about this girl pretty much non-stop since she got here. Annie tries to ignore them, but she's not sure she succeeds.

At 6:30, Annie's hands start shaking, and she almost spills someone's drink as she pours it.

At 6:45, she slips to the staff bathroom, quickly splashing her face and checking herself in the mirror.

By 6:55, she's booted Dale from his spot at the bar, making sure she'll be the first person the girl sees when she walks in.

At 7, Annie's eyes are firmly trained on the door, her hands working automatically as she fixes someone's drink. Her heart leaps when the door swings open, only for it to sink again when there's no flash of blonde hair to greet her. Her fingers drum in time to her heartbeat as the seconds tick by and there's still no sign of her, but she'll come, she has to-

7:01.

Later, Annie's wiping down the tables when Dale comes up to her, smiling sympathetically.

"No sign of your girl?" he asks, but the look on his face tells her he already knows the answer.

Annie shakes her head, refusing to look him in the eyes. She's had sympathy directed at her all her life; she's done with that shit now. "Nah. I thought she might just be late, but... I guess she was busy, or something."

"Aw, that's just too bad," he says, but there's something in his voice that makes Annie look at him properly, her heart leaping in fear when she sees his cruel smirk. She tries to edge around him, but he reaches out and grabs her arm, his grip impossibly strong.

"Don't even try," he warns her, almost conversationally. "You run, and it will be a whole lot messier for you."

Annie stares at him, her brain working in overdrive to figure out a way to get free. She knows how to fight - she learned it the hard way, living on the streets - but instinct tells her that this guy, Dale, or whoever he really is, wouldn't even flinch at anything she could throw at him. Dale smirks at her like he can tell what she's thinking, and suddenly pulls her close to him, his gaze predatory and cruel.

"I've been thinking about doing this since you showed up in this shithole town," he murmurs, his breath tickling her neck.

Annie closes her eyes and waits, praying that whatever Dale is planning, it'll at least be quick. But he never gets the chance; the door suddenly bangs open and a gunshot echoes around the bar, a glass on one of the tables exploding into shards. Dale's grip loosens slightly in shock and Annie takes the opportunity to wrest her arm free, darting away before he can grab her again. She glances around the bar for her saviour, and her breath stops in her throat as she sees who it is.

It's her, Annie's mystery girl, blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail, a gun levelled at Dale as she steadily approaches him.

Well, Annie thinks. Mark me down as scared and horny.

The girl's eyes flick over to Annie, then back to Dale. "Get down, Red," she says, and something about that kicks Annie's brain back into gear. She notices the way the girl's finger tightens on the trigger, how Dale looks like he's getting ready for a fight, and she dives down behind a table. At the same moment, Dale lunges forward towards the girl, and Annie goes to shout a warning. Before she can, though, a second shot rings through the bar, and Dale thumps to the floor, a hole in the middle of his forehead.

Annie stares at the body, her brain struggling to catch up with what just happened. She's still staring maybe a minute later, when a shadow falls over her, and she looks up to see the girl standing over her, holding a hand down. Annie takes it and shakily climbs to her feet, pain flaring in her arm as she does so. She looks down and sees a long, shallow cut running down her left arm. She frowns; she doesn't even remember cutting it. Unless... Oh. She'd flung herself directly into the shards from the exploded glass. Figures.

"You okay?" the girl asks, frowning at her in concern.

"Um," Annie says, intelligently. "I- I think so."

"Okay," the girl says, clearly unconvinced. "I'm just gonna deal with, you know, this," she gestures to Dale's body, "and then we'll talk. Think you can sit there for a while without passing out?"

Annie nods mutely, watching with an open mouth as the girl smirks and walks over to the body, giving it a kick for... good measure? She then grabs his arms and starts dragging him outside. It occurs to Annie that she should probably offer help - Dale wasn't a big guy, but even so. But the girl is outside before Annie can move, so she just gets a couple of whiskeys from the bar and sits down to wait.

About thirty minutes and a couple of shots later, the girl saunters back into the bar, flopping down in the seat opposite Annie. Her hair is now loose, flowing freely around her shoulders, and her casual posture is a world away from the highly-trained Wonder Woman Annie had seen earlier. She arches an eyebrow at Annie as she tries to clean up her wound, using the rudimentary First Aid kit she found in the back. Annie flushes deeply and stops what she's doing, avoiding eye contact with the girl. A silence falls between them, and Annie's mind is screaming at her to say something, but her vocal chords have apparently stopped working.

Fortunately, the girl saves her, again. "Nice place you got here," she says casually, folding her arms.

Annie laughs nervously. "It's, um, it's not actually mine. That's just what I say to impress all the girls."

She dares a quick glance up at the girl - if anything, Annie seems to have caught her interest with that comment. She flicks her eyes up and down Annie's body, a curious glint in her eye. Annie blushes and looks away.

"Well, I gotta say," the girl says, leaning forward conspiratorially. "It's definitely working."

Annie's heart skips a beat at that, her mouth opening and closing, but no words come out. She desperately tries to think of something to say - usually she's so good at this - but her brain seems to have stopped working. The girl smirks knowingly and leans back again, pointing to Annie's wound.

"I can help you with that, if you want," she offers. "I've got some supplies back at the motel I'm staying in, and I bet it can beat what you're working with now."

Annie raises her eyebrows, seeing her opportunity. "You're asking me to go home with you when I don't even know your name?" she asked, in what she hopes was a seductive tone.

The girl laughs. "Fair enough." She holds out a hand. "Casey Cronin."

Annie reaches over and shakes her hand. "Annie Tolkien."

Casey rests her arms on the table, looking at Annie knowingly. "You seriously can't expect me to believe that your real name is Annie Tolkien."

Annie copies the gesture. "Casey Cronin?" she challenges.

'Casey' laughs. "Touché." She reaches out her hand again, looking directly at Annie. "Jo Harvelle, nice to meet you..?"

Annie shakes her hand again, unable to contain a small giggle. "Charlie Bradbury," she says. She's been figuring out this new identity for weeks now - no better time to employ it than after her co-worker gets killed and she meets an incredibly hot woman who's apparently excellent at sniffing out bullshit.

"Alright," Jo says, pushing her chair back and standing up. "Wanna come back to my place, Charlie Bradbury?"

Charlie shivers at the glint in Jo's eye, one that promises a little more than First Aid tonight. She stands and nods at Jo. "Absolutely."

They begin to make their way out of the bar, but, at the door, Jo stops and turns. "For the record," she says. "I know you're still lying about your name, but you're too hot for me to care." Then, tossing her hair over her shoulder, she leaves the bar, the door nearly slamming shut in Charlie's face.

She watches Jo's retreating back for a moment, before a smirk spreads over her face and she quickly follows her to her car.

Oh yeah. Tonight is going to be very fun indeed.​

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Donna Hanscum/Jody Mills Rating: G, Word Count: 578 Tags: Fluff, Future Fic, Established Relationship, Domestic Fluff, Snow Winter ♥ Jody really doesn't want shovel snow.

(created for @spnsafficchallenge )

This is too much snow, Jody thinks to herself as she stares at the wide expanse in front of her. She’d gotten all dressed up in her super comfy winter gear to shuffle snow out of the driveway and the path leading from the front door to the sidewalk. But… this is just too much snow. She knows that it’s possible for this much snow to fall in one night, but actually seeing it, having it happen to her, it just feels wrong. The snow had barely reached above her ankles last night, now it’s almost to her knees, and it’s still falling.

‘Fuck this.’ She slams the front door shut and starts taking off her coat.

‘I thought you were gonna shovel snow?’ Donna asks, sticking her head out of the kitchen.

‘A shovel’s not gonna cut it. We need a damn bulldozer.’

A confused frown on her face, Donna walks up and opens the front door. ‘Ah,’ she says, nodding in understanding. ‘And it’s a called a snowplough.’

‘Well, we don’t have either of those,’ Jody huffs, a small thrill running through her at the “we”.

She moved in with Donna right after her retirement, barely three months ago, and still feels giddy as a teenager whenever she remembers they’re truly sharing a life now. ‘We’re moving to Florida when you retire. Like proper retirees.’

‘Golfing and lazing around on the beach. We’ll be bored out of our minds within a month, babe.’

‘At least there wouldn’t be a four foot wall off snow blocking our front door,’ Jody grumbles.

Donna shakes her head, a soft chuckle escaping from between her lips. She starts helping Jody get rid of her scarf and hat.

‘You’re the sheriff, can’t you make them clean out our driveway?’ Jody pouts. Because even if she’s not going out now, that driveway has to be cleared out at some point.

‘That would be abuse of power,’ Donna says, though Jody can hear in her voice that she’s considering. ‘How about a nice hot meal to hold us over while working in the snow?’

‘And hot chocolate with marshmallows after.’

‘Of course.’

Donna takes Jody’s hand and leads her to the kitchen. Jody starts on the veggies, while Donna prepares the meat. They move around each other easily, like they’ve always shared a space.

Jody decides not to think about the snow, and instead focusses on the feeling of home she feels, standing next to Donna.

‘Hey, you know what I was thinking,’ Donna starts.

Jody shakes her head. ‘Tell me.’

‘Do you think yetis are real? And if they are, do you think they’d move further south with this cold and all this snow?’

‘I hope not.’ Jody pulls a face. ‘The snow and cold are enough to deal with. I really don’t want to deal with the Abominable Snowman as well.’ She stops peeling her carrots, though, and pulls out her phone. ‘I’ll give the boys a call, just to make sure.’

‘I’ll get started on the potatoes while you do that. Boiled or from the oven?’ Donna asks, peeler hovering over the first potato.

‘Oven,’ Jody says, leaning against the counter. ‘And keep the skins on.’

They wait for the call to be picked up as Donna busies herself with washing the potatoes. It doesn’t take very long.

‘What do you boys know about yetis?’ Jody asks after exchanging a greeting. ‘Most importantly, are they real and are they migratory?’

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