#this is the guy who walked into a convention full of demons and did nothing more than introduce himself. and they SCATTERED

[talentforlying]

what's that quote from nbc hannibal like "extreme cruelty requires extreme empathy"? that's a constantine ass theme right there. he is as capable of being cruel as he is capable of caring for others, and he cares very, very deeply for others.

[crashdevlin]

Intense

One Night at a Time Masterlist

Author’s Note: Part seven of One Night at a Time series.

Summary: Y/n is trying to move on after Dean gets sent to Purgatory. She's hunting nonstop to outrun the questions in her head...what does she do when Dean shows up after more than a year?

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Benny x Reader (kinda)

Word count: 3575

Story Warnings:  mentions of harm to reader, mentions of scars, poor self-esteem, angst, Dean being Dean (a bit of a jerk),  18+! HERE BE SEX!! DON’T READ IF YOU’RE A YOUNG’UN!!!, unprotected sex, vaginal fingering, rough sex, creampie

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I should have been there, closer, beside him when he stabbed Dick Roman and sent him back to Purgatory. I should have stopped Crowley from getting his hands on Kevin. I should have done something more than just stand there while everything fell apart.

And I tried, you know? I tried to find another way into Purgatory. I tried for months to get Dean back. But it was useless. I was useless. Useless to Dean and Kevin and Sam, but not useless on a hunt. I’ve always been at my best on a job.

So I go back to hunting. Vamps and ghosts and this shifter in Utah...a few demons here and there. I jump from job to job, catching a few that aren’t even monsters because as soon as I slow down, my brain goes to Dean. Missing him, yes. Missing him with everything in me, but also...he might have liked me, but...he never said he dreamed of me until after Castiel fixed my scars. He never got nervous about sleeping with me when I had the scars. He was a bit of an asshole to me, actually.

So I hunt. To avoid questions that plague me that don’t even matter anymore, I hunt.

I haven’t heard from Sam in over a year. He’s not on the radar. He’s not hunting. I guess that’s better, leaves more jobs for me.

I get wind of a vampire sighting in Clayton, Louisiana. No body drop, just someone saying they saw a fanger, but I check it out anyway. I have to do something to keep my mind busy.

I go the normal route, bars and nightclubs are generally the way you find a fang, but there’s not a lot in that area in Clayton. One bar full of blue collar boys and no nightclubs. Still no bodies. I head to a local park overlooking a lake and sit on a small wooden bench. There’s something interesting about cypress trees sticking out of the water, Spanish moss hanging from the branches. It’s not pretty, not in any conventional way, but it is at the same time.

“You not from aroun’ here, are you?” a man says, moving to sit next to me on the bench.

I turn to look at him. A blue-eyed man with a light beard and a hat. He’s not quite the swamp-dwelling men I found at the bar. “What makes you say that?”

“Just got a feelin’ about you. Says you’s a traveler. You got a nomad look,” he says, smiling brightly.

I smile and nod. “Yeah. You could say that. I’ve been pretty much everywhere.”

“I used to do a lotta sailin’, so I been around a few times. Sometimes, I think I can sense people with an envie to roam. Mus’ be what drew me ta you.” He smiles at me again and I chuckle.

“Are you sure it wasn’t the fact that I was a weirdo staring at the water? Didn’t come over here to check me into a mental hospital or something?” I ask, smirking.

“Nah. Pretty lady with her head lost in the cypress? Nothin’ wrong wit’ dat.”

I feel my cheeks heat up and look away toward the trees again. “Thank you.”

“No problem, cher. I’m Benny.”

“Y/n,” I respond, offering my hand. He takes it and kisses the knuckles. His lips are a bit cold, but it’s pretty cool for August.

“Well, iss real nice meetin’ you, Y/n. You gonna be around town a few days?” he asks. Is he flirting with me?

“Maybe. The ‘envie to roam’ might kick up real soon.” Might not be anything here and I have to find a job soon. I have to find a distraction.

“Well, if you don’t roam before tonight, I could buy you a drink?”

I lick my bottom lip between my teeth and nod. What better way to look inconspicuous on a vamp hunt than to have drinks with a handsome man? “That’d be nice, Benny. I’ll meet you at the bar at 7?”

“I’d like that.”

He’d like that. Why would he? Why did he even want to talk to me?

I go anyway. He buys us beers. He's charming and funny, down to earth but not simple. I don't know if it's the quaint Louisiana backwoods of him or what, but he seems like a man out of time. Which should have been the first clue, but my Spidey-sense doesn't go off until he walks me to my car and leans in to kiss me.

It's nice and he's an amazing kisser, but the fact that he's kissing me?

My mind goes to Marco.

I whisper 'Cristo' when he pulls away, but he doesn't flinch, just looks at me a bit odd. "I didn't think I was that good a kisser you gotta call for the Lord, cher."

I nod and smile tightly. "Right. Uh...I had a nice night, Benny. You've got my number. Text me sometime," I ramble out a bit before I slide into my driver's seat and peel out of the parking lot. He must be the fang I'm looking for. Only explanation. It's the only reason he'd flirt with me, kiss me, why his lips were cold. Trying to get me alone so he can drink me or turn me.

I'll set a trap, get some dead man's blood, confirm what he is...Benny's big so maybe I should have some backup but at the end of the day, he's just one vamp and I've taken down bigger.

I'm trying to figure out a way to get some dead man's blood in this nowhere town when there's a knock on my motel door. I grab my gun and approach, looking through the peephole. I almost drop my gun.

Dean Winchester, or something that looks like him, is standing at my door.

“Open the door, Y/n!” It knows my name. “And put the piece away. You can test me as soon as you open up.”

It can’t be him. It can’t but...if anyone could claw his way back…

I open the door and stare blankly at him for a minute. “You...can’t...be.”

He smiles and steps inside. “You got some borax, holy water, silver knife?” I just stare for another few moments. “Okay, well, I got the knife,” he says, pulling out a knife I recognize and slicing it across his arm.

“How are you here?” I whisper.

“Long story,” he says, wrapping a handkerchief around his arm. “Borax?”

I swallow and rush to my duffel bag. After I splash him with cleaner and holy water, I hand him a towel. “It’s really you?”

“Yeah. It’s really me.” He sets the towel aside and licks his lips, grimacing at the taste of the borax. “I was sad when Sammy told me he hadn’t seen you all year.”

I shrug and look away. “I was keepin’ busy...he wasn’t.”

“How busy?” he asks.

“Busy enough.” Had a lot on my mind.

“Sam retired. You hear about that?”

“I assumed. He dropped off the face of the earth and left all the good cases for me.” I sit on the edge of the bed and look at my feet.

“He was in Texas.” He moves to stand over me, looking down. “You been hunting by yourself again?”

“Nothing new, Dean.” I shake my head. “The only time I wasn’t hunting solo was the few months I was with you and Sam. I’m good without backup.”

“But Sam shouldn’t have abandoned you to go play house with some chick in-”

“Does it really matter?” I look up and sigh. “He deserved a break.”

“No, he didn’t! I was in Purgatory and he just quit. At least you kept fighting.”

“I didn’t really have a choice.” I clear my throat and bite my bottom lip. "So you got out."

"Yep. I did."

"How'd you find me?" I ask.

"Friend found you for me...not that he was really looking." He clicks his tongue against his teeth and clears his throat. "So Sam and I just got done doin’ a wolf case in Michigan...got a few days probably...unless you got something-”

“I’m on a fang. If you wanted to-”

“How many victims?” he asks, a little too quickly.

“Well, none but someone I trust saw the thing. Just because they haven’t killed anyone yet doesn’t mean-”

“Y/n.” He grabs my chin and tilts my face up to look at him. He’s still so beautiful but there’s something primal in his eyes. “No body means no monster. You don’t need to be here.”

“I’m s-sure there’s a...there was this guy, B-Benny, he-”

“No, babe.”

“Guys don’t give me attention unless they have a motive, Dean.” I pull away from him and his eyes narrow at me and a chill goes down my spine. Not a good one, though. I’m fucking scared...of Dean. That primal look in his eyes is terrifying and I’ve faced down a lot scarier shit than him.

“Motive? What’s that supposed to-” His jaw ticks as he steps close and crowds me a bit. “You’re back on your bullshit about people not liking you, aren’t you?”

“I don’t get attention, Dean. Benny is just Marco part two.”

“Marco was sent after you, Y/n. Benny just found you.”

“Or I found him! Maybe he’s the one I was here looking for and-”

Dean reaches out and grabs my hair, making me gasp. “Benny is not your concern. No one’s died. You’re after nothing,” he practically growls at me.

“Okay!” I squeak and it’s pathetic...but he’s scaring the fuck outta me. What the hell? What happened to him while he was gone? “There’s nothing here.”

He lets go of my hair and sighs. “Why don’t you pack up and we’ll go meet up with Sam?”

“Dean...I don’t-”

“Y/n.” There’s a warning in his tone and I look away from him.

“Fine. Can we stay here tonight? I’m kinda exhausted.” I don’t wanna go anywhere with him acting like this. Maybe he’ll be less scary in the morning. Unlikely.

He sighs again, obviously annoyed with me, but he nods and pulls his jacket off. He tosses it at the chair in the corner and flops down onto the bed, pulling out his phone. “I’ll call Sam. Let him know.”

I nod and move to the other side of the bed, lying down and turning onto my side away from him.

All the questions I was running from, working to hide from, they all come flooding back as Dean settles into the bed with me. The questions bring friends. Why is he here? Why would he come here? Who found me for him? Why did he want me found? And why’s he being an asshole again?

Not just an asshole, but a scary asshole. And I don’t think I want to hunt with him like this. I’m uncomfortable. I’m anxious. I’m confused. I’m...sneaking out of bed while he sleeps and getting out of Louisiana. I’ll call Sam when I get some miles between me and Dean. I just can’t do this right now.

I know he hates it when I leave without saying ‘goodbye’ so I leave a note.

Then I leave. I make it to a convenience store in Meridian, Mississippi before I have to stop. I get bad mileage in this old car. I set the pump and head inside, grabbing a case of beer and a hand basket full of snacks. I drop them in the backseat and go around to the restrooms, hoping for something clean-ish. I push open the door, but I haven’t stepped into the room when a hand covers my mouth and I get forced into the room.

“Don’t fuckin’ scream.” It’s Dean. Fuck. At least the bathroom’s clean, I’m not grossed out when he presses me into the wall with his body. “The fuck do you think you’re doin’?”

He pulls his hand away from my mouth and I take a deep breath. “You’re scaring me, Dean,” I whisper.

“Oh, I’m scaring you?” he snaps, grabbing my shoulder and twisting me around to face him. His eyes are wild and full of rage. “You know I hate it when you disappear on me. You didn’t even stick around an hour before you left this time! Ya know, you’re always worried about how people don’t like you, but you’re the one that’s not givin’ anyone a chance to get close.”

“Dean, you’re being a dick. Why would I stick around when you’re scaring me?” My voice is squeaky, my body almost shaking. I can face monsters any day of the week, but I’m shaking over this man.

His face softens, his eyes losing a bit of their edge, and I think he’s gonna step back from me for a moment, but he doesn’t. He steps closer, leans his head down, hovers his lips over mine. Suddenly, I’m feeling a tingling lust between my thighs on top of the fearful shaking in my limbs. “Wasn’t tryin’ to be a dick, baby,” he whispers, his breath warming my lips. “Just spent a year in Purgatory. Came back a little...intense.”

“That’s an understatement.” My head’s getting a little dizzy as my heart thuds in my chest.

“Spent all that time missin’ you, wanting you, dreaming of burying my cock in your tight little cunt.” I gasp as he grabs my waist with one hand and braces himself against the wall next to my head with the other. “Intense isn’t necessarily a bad thing, Y/n.”

"Dean," I whimper. I want him. I always want him, but hearing those words...that he was thinking of me… "Why would you miss me?"

He rolls his eyes, and it's this aggressive thing that chills me. "You gotta stop this shit. I spent all those months buildin' you up, showin' you how much I appreciate you and all that work I put in...it's just gone?"

"Why?" I whisper before I can stop myself. His eyebrows come together and I close my eyes. "I'm not...worth...any-"

'Shut it!" he growls and I jolt against him, eyes opening and finding his. "You are worth everything I could ever fuckin' give you. I put the effort in because you deserve it, because I need you, Y/n. The last year of my life has been death and destruction, and fear and adrenaline, and the only thing that kept me going was the thought of makin' it back here to you and my brother. You're like family.”

‘Family’. I’m like...needs me? He-

I lean forward and kiss him, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him close. My brain’s not working right, I’m overwhelmed and confused, but my body knows what I want. He groans and presses me harder into the wall, pushing my shirt up and grabbing my breasts over the bra. He drops his hands to the front of my jeans, popping open the button and sliding his hand into my underwear to cup my mound.

I suck his tongue into my mouth as he starts fingering me. He’s going a little rougher than he used to. That scary primal energy is translating into something...so sexy. “Oh, god,” I whisper as he works two fingers against my inner walls. “Shit! Dean, fuck!”

“You make the prettiest fuckin’ noises.” His voice rumbles in my ear, makes me clench around his fingers. “You gonna cum on my fingers, baby?”

I whine and grind against his fingers. I’m so close. God, he’s so good at making me feel good. “I’m gonna--Dean, I’m gonna--Don’t stop!”

“I’m gonna make you cum ‘til you can’t fuckin’ stand it, Y/n,” he promises, pressing the heel of his palm into my clit. I squeal as my toes curl in my shoes and my orgasm crashes over me. I don’t even have a chance to get my wits about me before he’s spun me around and pushed me over the sink. He yanks my pants down to my boots, but he tears my panties off. I hold back the shriek that wants to bubble up as the cotton rips at the sides. He starts sucking at the skin of my neck, digging his teeth into my shoulder as he fumbles with his belt and jeans. He knocks my knees apart and leans over me, sliding his cock along my slit a few times before he slides in all at once.

“Dean!”

He’s rough, fucks me hard, digs his fingertips into my waist, my boobs, my thighs. He bites into my shoulder through my shirt, punches air out of my lungs with each thrust. He moves a hand between my thighs to pluck at my clit and I scream as I cum again, but he’s not done. He’s making good on his promise to make me cum ‘til I can’t stand it, definitely ‘til I can’t stand, because my legs are shaking and weak, the sink is the only thing holding me up as he keeps going. How is he still going?

“Dean, please! I need--I need you--”

“What’d’you need?”

“Need to feel you fill me up,” I whimper. Oh, that’s stupid. I’m not on the pill. But why is it so hot?

He hisses and kisses my jaw and pinches my clit. “One more, Y/n. Gimme one more.”

“I can’t!”

“Yes, you can,” he demands. He sucks my earlobe into his mouth and nibbles on it, rolls my clit between his thumb and first finger. “Cum for me, one more time, cowgirl.” He moves faster, fucks me hard and plays with my clit more and I cum screaming into the mirror over the sink. “Good girl.” He moves his hand away from my clit and braces it against our reflection. He hammers into me, lasts another few thrusts before his breath catches as he cums, his cock twitching as he gasps in pulls of air. “Fuck. That was...so worth it.”

I don’t disagree. Fuck.

He pulls out, holds me up as he fixes his clothes, then moves to fix mine. He caresses my cheek and leans in to kiss me passionately. I’m a bit breathless when he pulls away. Intense. He’s definitely...intense.

“You changed,” I whisper. “Purgatory changed you.”

“Of course it did,” he responds, licking his lips. “But what are you, specifically, referring to?”

I look away. His eyes are too green, too hypnotic. “You were gentle before you left...almost awkward with me after Castiel made me kinda...pretty again?” I don’t know why that turned into a question.

“You were always pretty.” He bites his bottom lip and sighs. “Last time we were here, when you gave me your motel key...I was gentle then too, right? And that was way before Cas healed you. You’re right that I wasn’t awkward then, but I wasn’t tryin’ to build a relationship back then.”

My eyes go wide. “Relationship?” I squeak.

“Well, duh.” He seems amused by my shock. “What’d you think this was, Y/n? An extended one night stand?”

I shake my head. “I...I, um...relationship? What kind of-”

He shrugs and leans against the wall he originally pushed me into. “Why we gotta label it? It’s...I mean, I like you. You like me. We like bein’ around each other. We like fuckin’ each other.”

“Oh, for a second I thought you might be saying something real,” I snap. Thought he might want something like he had with...never mind. “You’re right. Why label what I mean to you?”

He rolls his eyes and sighs. “You comin’ with me or not?” he asks.

I swallow and bite the edge of my tongue. “Yeah. I guess. Since you chased me off from Clayton.”

He licks his lips. “Full disclosure, babe...there was a vamp in Clayton. Benny. Benny was a vamp, but he really approached you just because he thought you were hot and he’s not bad. Dude’s practically vegan.”

My eyes go wide. “I was right? And you know him?”

“It’s a long story,” he says again. “I met him in Purgatory. He helped me stay alive, helped me get free. Like I said, he’s a good guy and he hasn’t been a danger since before he got sent to Purgatory, okay?”

I blink at him a few times. “You…”

“Look, he’s the whole reason I knew where to find you, so you should be thankin’ him for callin’ me.”

“Wh--how’d he even know who I was?” I ask.

“Recognized you from my description.”

“You talked about me? To a...some fang?”

He steps close to me again. “I missed you. So I talked about you. So he recognized you and he called me.” He bites his bottom lip and reaches out to touch my cheek again. “Label or not...you’re important to me. Benny knows that.”

I lick my lips. “Okay...I guess?”

“I’ll tell Sam we’re comin’.” He starts to walk away but he stops at the bathroom door. “Don’t tell Sam about Benny. Please. Not yet. He’s not...we’re still gettin’ our footing. Please.”

I nod and push off from the sink. “Guess he doesn’t need to know yet.”

“Awesome. Let’s get out of here.” He reaches out and I take his hand and he pulls me out of the bathroom.

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[queenofallwitches]

an update and primer:

so the last winter was weird. I had a complete breakdown, went into psychiatric hospital for 40 days in total. two seperate times.

learnt a heap of new things, met a tonne of cool people and had amazing conversations and few fights but overcome my own demons by that.

brain speaking-I have a scarred brain stem and neurological disorder is not a mental diagnosis, but a neurological disorder, proven by MRI scan, ADHD.

also damage to my basal ganglia, and prefrontal cortex.

neurological diagnosis means ADHD is not a "mental" health issue, as some believe, rather a neurodevelopment disorder caused by structural differences in the ADHD brain.

other neurodevelopment disorders include: Tourettes, Autism, Cerebal Palsy, Dyslexia and other Motor and Intellectual Disabilities. (Which recieve, in my view, a lot of insight, media information and stigma reduction by the advocacy networks surrounding these types of disability).

Over the last few years Autism has been over everything, I've seen mainstream media cover Tourettes and yet ADHD is still HUGELY misunderstood, misconceived and misrepresented in media, be in from the angle of documentaries, personal insight of a "typical" case, films, tv, and other media.

one of the first things my dr told me was "in females it rarely presents as hyperactive red-cordial OD child"

which is what my mother BELIEVES, that is because I have an adopted cousin with the ADHD dx who was that growing up, but the representation I'm told is also divergent for women with a higher IQ score than the average IQ. I come in around 142 and tested 123 at age 3 when I was unable to focus, pay attention and had severe trauma. I tested 142 in grade 8.

I'll share my experience as a female who is intellectually gifted, with higher IQ than average, and an adhd brain:

I've been told gifted and talented "genius" children are harder to diagnose because the symptoms present differently, we hide it better (camouflage) and our focusing can be "faked" by mediocre efforts of academic success.. this is true, I would do the assignment the Sunday night hours deadline, last minute, or have my parents half do it for me, plagiarise it (fuck I've killed my whole academic career now) copied but changed my words

from old 1970s encyclopaedias I KNEW they couldn't cross reference (I went through 15 years of school never studying doing homework or assignments and still had top grades).

I literally did not listen, and spent my classes planning the end of the world survival strategies with my GT friend who, basically helped me with my calculus and hard fucking maths, which was the ONLY 50 minutes of the day I put attention into my work.

now I'm going to be heading back to full-time study in the coming months, I get anxious as the pressure of a Bachelor level degree, and the pressure it takes me to perform, is enough to break me down. I've been advised it might be wise to start light (like a basic vet style diploma) and then build up, which is logical, but I keep thinking I'm meant to be doing my thesis by now. which is the kind of pressure one gets as a kid who is told repeatedly, "your intelligence is exceedingly the average and you can do ANYTHING you want"

I wanted to be an astronaut, a storm chaser, and an architect, a town planner and then a journalist. I always held to being a "FBI agent" or spy (I wonder why). so when I found psychology is really a blend of all these things, I kinda found a niche in a psych and social science double degree. but I'm thinking my academic career is LIFELONG, and due to the fact I also want to work in my field alongside my many written thesis coming, I'll be in academics for a long time. I may fail a few things, which I have to come to terms with. I do not fail easily, or readily, but I'm a perfectionist type-a academic who will put my whole life on the line to achieve "merit". I get exams, I get assessments, I read journals super-easy, I talk the talk and walk the walk so well psychologists who are at masters level compliment me on my "knowledge".

when it comes to mental health and trauma, I will always have the personal attachment, called lived experience, which will make failure and burnout, 100 percent realistic. I have to boundary up, bootstraps on, and prepare that yes, my personal "bias" will probably be entwined in this.

which is why I'm looking at the social science for the statistics and thesis writing side of things, and the counselling for the trained therapist side. either way, the degree of counselling requires so much self-insight, and then the social-science will back me away from personifying it. the other choice is criminology, which leads to forensic psychology, which is eternally fascinating. my main concern is the pro-pedophile content Ill be up against, which will look at the anatomy of a shoplifter akin to the devil, and leave the pedophile in the DSM-5 dx "paraphilia" box.

I'm not joining or jumping to anything.

either way I've got 2 year of credit, a heap of pathways and a lot of "academic momentum" from all my life being aimed to be "academic powerhouse". I went through my files and found a lot of awards I'd won in my high school, and top place in the competitions we would be entering in. I remember feeling so sad if I had a "credit" vs a distinction or high distinction, only to see now, a credit in university maths in year 9 is a skillset I don't have anymore so, good on me. or a credit in English, or Science at that age was pretty impressive, considering these tests were random and not studied for.

just a general skills assessment only the top 30 kids in the year were to take on a year by year basis and put out to vet from the top universities and taken by other kids in the same grade around the state.

it puts so much focus on my intelligence, because it's primed to be that way, I know that is true. I know I feel good being academically successful and it gives me a feeling of "achievement" but is it really for me?

I also found 2 letters from my local politicians offering me job placement, work experience and I was 1/4 kids in my 10th grade graduation tom get the letter, and due to my behaviour I pissed ALL the idiots who bullied me off. I was "too pretty to be a nerd" "too smart to be pOpUlAr".

so I made a group of misfits, who are all highly intelligent, creative and my group had the ONLY gay male in the school AND THIS IS BEFORE YOU FUCKING RETARDS MADE IT "COOL". he was bullied badly, so fuck you, you fucks claim "liberalism" but I bet you were the type of idiot who bullied guys like him in high school while you pretended to like my chemical romance and fake cut yourselves. I hate you all, forever.

my grade was full of idiots who were fake emo, who left the scene the moment the scene changed to dub-step and club music. I was there, watching you all, like sonny Moore, went from FFTL to that dubstep skrillex shit he started in 2009.

I dated you, hooked up with you and I went to your gigs. I know who was real and who was fake. I met some of you years later and realised the more emotive ones were the less "alternative appearing".

I can say 1/10000 emo guys from the 00s were genuinely Into the music and scene for the right reasons based on my dating history and this can and will be analysed statistically using SPSS one day to prove a lot. I've had too many relationships from each sub-culture and I have had 4-11 males at a time per public "output" of my energy pursue me over life.

I'm not being cocky when I say I have a long line of "suitors" and its banked back about 50 men. it's been a thing I've avoided as it seems to grow based on my body shape, attitude, appearance, so I am currently out of touch with dating scenes, no interest to try that ANYWAY, given the fact that I have had so many LONG TERM relationships ANYWAY. I can't see another one going well, and at this case, I'm living with an ex but we never went on conventional and now our families label this 3 things: "asexual", "polyamorous" and "open relationship". I'm also "bisexual" but this all to humans outside, looks ridiculous on paper. (wild orgies and lots of swinging or some stupid sex magick probably is what J brother literally thinks we do).

bc humans are intrinsically designed to need to label things they don't understand. we share a lease, not a relationship, and fucking polyamorous, I WISH. there are no girl-girl-guy 3 some, or orgies, or sex magic parties.

this has changed the attitude and perception of this "relation' which Is non-romantic, non-sexual. he can date and likely, will, as can I , and I likely won't date.

I would say 14/15 have had ADHD, or other mental illness and or trauma. which means to me, nothing at all.

I think this "open book" non romantic relationship style of "friends and roommates" not sexual.

attachment is misunderstood by others but works well fro my adhd, meaning I'm not expected to marry, or be a wife in any capacity. he is free to do what he wants, as I am, and open communication is a novel frontier I brought into this in the start, and stayed with for the duration. we fight, but I fight with a lot of people in my life over many petty things. also down to my adhd, I believe, I have rejection sensitive dysphoria, which makes me hypersensitive to rejection, perceived or real.

im not sure if this is trauma or adhd or both. but

I have used sexuality as a weapon in many relationships but it cannot or will not be used here, so I have had to resort to uncovering parts of myself which I never knew, which will stay with me even if he decided to marry and wife up in 5 years, which I'm okay and expecting him to do, and I would much rather that then be trapped in a situation where I cannot be that "wife/mother archetype" as I'm too "femme fatal/other-woman/sex-laced seductress and siren" a "FWB, unicorn, drug buddy, hook-up where im a therapist" or "intellectual and cognitive mind-bender work-study obsessed woman".

both at once and many types of human, including one who is a full-time ceremonial magician of 7 years. I will drink, drug, fuck, fight like males and still be more feminine and high maintenance than 89% of women. I grew up a tomboy and don't mind getting into fun, adventure based situations, like hiking, or anything adrenaline, I would only be reluctant to eat weird shit.

I also have many "neurological" issues including ADHD, and trauma which causes a rupture in the average human and I dating.

I'll tell you how many men have said "you are the unicorn" and then realised what that means, I went as far as canvasing the PUA world back in 2014 after reading the game, a book on PUA, which is essentially, pick up artistry, based on NLP and hypnosis. I did this after reading the copy my ex in 2008 handed me before we dated saying "I gave this up for you". it took me years to open the book, buy when I did I truly believed the only way I would fall in love again, was through PUA. that failed in so many ways but gave me a training foundation for men who were candidates for that, I have trained up J, and the way that sounds is BAD. I know, but I got a lot of value myself, I just don't see it how I wanted to see it.

but that was my original intent, and I achieved this he knows that, knew it was happening and evolved for the best self.

I am thinking we can modulate this into a business model for how I was operating in the BDSM world was mainly psychological, not physical.

I get told all of is incredibly intimidating (I am told) to women and men.

I don't really care anymore, because people have always seen this part of me in the wrong way ANYWAY, but I own who I am NOW. which is what I needed ANYWAY. so it cannot be stolen again, and sexual healing has come from abstinence ironically.

I also don't care what or who is trying to tear up my relations, toxic or not toxic, all people around me will be on a healing journey by default, or cut out of my life, for I am radiating that energy so brightly its impossible NOT to feel that pull.

I will drag your shadows into the light, and make your secrets spin from your lips into my consciousness. its not what I do but its what is design.

I make your weaknesses mountains to climb over. you cannot hide from these in my presence, I won't be this controlling or obsessive female who wants 24-7 attention as I have a life full of meaning without love or sex. I don't want to be wined, dined or expensively gifted, unless specially requested.

I don't want love letters or romantic declarations, this isn't some femnazi bullshit, but it triggers me. I appreciate the efforts and won't make you feel bad about your insecurities, for mine are probably 30 x more pronounced.

I appreciate small things, that most males won't or don't know how to do. like remembering things I've said and being thoughtful. or knowing my silence isn't personal, or a game, but a protective wall. I've had songs sung too me, guitars played, songs written, or things made in ways that are heartfelt. but I've always had them used against me too. so it is the context. I value time, energy, conversations of depth and reciprocal exchange. I also value trauma understanding, my alters and fragments being accepted and valued as me as a whole and a person who is not afraid, or scared of stupid stuff like sensitivity, emotions, feelings as raw as my own. men feel intensely too, lol.

but will only give oral sex 100 times before I don't recieve it, I can communicate now so that wouldn't happen.

but I won't be a bitch about this stuff. I am extremely feminine and care in ways other people, do not, I forget nothing people tell me, so it can be a reward or reverse uno card pull in a fight, but I am not evil or deviant in my relations. I react, depending on how you treat me. I don't need your money, or providing source of income to be okay as I am my own queen, however sharing resources is okay to build something. I don't need to be seduced, but will need to be shown a person is trustworthy.

few cross that.

that will always be time-endurance and testing. there are ground rules I don't play with, or play games. or like being forced or forged into something I'm not. I know abusive and I know safe, and I am a psychology expert, trained psychotherapist and study humans for fun, so I'll always be analysing things.

and I know red flags and I know ego, I know how to placate and please and pleasure, but will only do so, for a bigger and better reason than the mere act of seduction. which is without value and transactional to someone like me, I won't lie.

and I know every tactic in the book, for the book was written by someone like me, many lives ago, and my karma is being burnt for that book.

in terms of walls, I have many, may it be called a maze. or labrnyth.

I will teach you things you never thought you'd know, and change your life in ways you won't ever be able to go back to before. I will blow your mind, sexually, emotionally, intellectually, on all levels, and I'll make your friends and family love me.

I'll bring your walls down and you won't be able to understand this, because you don't understand me, and thats ok.

but I'll always understanding you and make your life better because thats what I do anyway, and people talk to me about things I will never share, as I keep secrets. I am jealous, of everything but, only because I am attached in a disorganised way, and working on that.(I won't even mention how man women or men don't know basic psychology of themselves). I also am a therapist , for my friends and family too.i should not be , but I am. I care, I listen, If you think I'm not listening, I'm still listening. sometimes I interrupt, because I have ADHD and I am horrible at resolute planning, or being "normal". but I don't want to be normal anyway. I need you to recognise and understand my shit, for that is what I do for everyone in my life, and I have helped more than I receive.

I'll probably accidentally give you therapy, but thats fine, because you will uncover your depths and find meaning in this. it's not something that goes bad unless you are fundamentally, evil, even the most abusive relationship I was in, was benefited from this process. yes he's still narcissistic, but he is self-aware. and did I benefit, never, just know the anatomy of self-proclaimed narc and I still can't hate him. will get my civil claim one day.

I will fuck your mind without meaning too. but thats because I fuck my own mind. but the meaning is made in the man- some find this highly offensive or personal (its not). I fuck minds by my own overthinking, or over perception on many levels of reality. so join the ride, or don't come along at all. because once the rollercoaster is in motion, I have no control of what may or may not happen. it's purely experimental.

I am experimental.

and the women who are judging me, are not any better.

look within, and shut the fuck up. self-improve and quit this jealous divide and conquer bitchiness. I HATE gossip, bitches, snitches and fakers.

I look to other women who are intellectually, physically and spiritually "individual". and find value in superior status to my own, which is something my narcissistic ex taught me.

I look for mentors, and teachers and people who will teach me how to improve myself, which I am fearful to reconnect after something is amazing and I can't give anything back of positive value. I am sorry I am working on that.

I won't devalue those below me, but I also need to be mutually benefiting from a relationship.

I dont drag people down, I may disappear if I feel I am doing this by mistake. I am flakey as fuck, and sorry for that. its anxiety and lack of perfectionism, so I am wrong and bad for this. I can change. will change.

if you can find value with my relation, personal professional or romantic, we can move into a symbiotic beneficial agreement based on mutual "terms". but many won't or cannot see this, nor do I impose my bullshit into the lives of randoms at this age.

I don't care if this is cruel, it's real.

I value loyalty, compassion, self-insight/awareness, someone who understands all parts-spirituality, metaphysics while still having intellectual & logical & analytical brain-sight.

I enjoy music, magick and learning new things.

I do not care about appearances I dont think ive dated based on one time. I do value connections and chemistry which is far-few between, I hate fakers. I smell insincerity miles away. but I do respect women who are well-presented, or beautiful, with hair beauty and makeup, I can't do this shit well, so I look up to those who are in professions who do it like art. I find them to be genius level queens who scare me.

I call out bad behaviour and make people uncomfortable if they are repressed. I will change you without even meaning too, I don't even need to date you. its just my presence, over time, amplified by the intensity of the dynamics.

I don't want simplicity, but I also don't need over complexity.

I value passion, independence, creativity, curiosity, problem-solving, deep-disscussions, shared adventures and some occasional risk-taking (lol), sensuality and sexuality for a common cause beyond physical pleasure. I like being taught but not micromanaged. I need my own independence, and need to be trusted with that. I hate being scolded for that like a child, or being pushed to change my ways to conform to societal values. which I will push back and refuse to do. which is not healthy. I don't adult like many others do, but I try to proceed in other ways. and learn to adult like normal people, accept me.

I also value myself, and how I can be celebrated, enhanced and improved vs. the opposite.

I give space, and have boundaries, and understand human psychology, sexuality and relationships in ways few others unless they are trained, can do.

I value MY time. so you can have space to value YOURS. I dont need to be in anyones pocket for a long time. I love being alone, and being around people who are stimulating, but draining people will be drained out of my life quicker than I intend. I am sorry for the people who felt I disappeared, when I was only trying to be 'fair', if I feel I'm a bad influence, I will work on myself until I'm not. I'm still working on it.

I also use this psychology awareness, to enhance communication, connection. you may or may not become an accidental guinea pig. I will be upfront that I am experimental, but that is part of the buy ticket and take the ride. lets work together. not apart.

I am coming from a place of love, and love is what I feel for my animals, which you will be adopting as children.which I want to stop experiments being done on. I love love, in all ways, but hate cruelty of animals and children, violence and suffering. I dont advocate justice, because I find life is fucking cruel, unfair and unjust. by default, so I focus on myself. what can be changed, and what I am able to do in my own locus on control. I will always find myself drawn to the outsiders, the misfits, the vagabonds, the misunderstood. I want to help people who are society, or socially, disadvantaged by trauma and mental illness, but only when I have ability to help myself.

it's a journey.

I will not date anyone who is cruel to animals, outside of specify magical sacrifice, there is not any place for that. nor will I date or fraternise with anything or anyone linked or associated with pedophilia. I won't judge anyone on anything that are outside animal cruelty and pedophilia. I don't and haven't. I keep on good terms with every ex, bar 1 whom I only apologised too this year. it felt good to do that. I change my behaviour.

I am open, but also highly attuned to both logical, factual, empirical , scientific worlds, and spiritual, intuitive, psychic and the "collective unconscious". I walk in both these realms, and I am "conventionally attractive". which puts a lot of pressure on me, to be "stupid". I am always dumbing myself down to fit into normality, but I look ridiculous if I do that so I peacock my intellect.

only to be misconceived.

I give up because I no longer care how anyone but MYSELF can see ME. I won't dumb myself down , but I can enhance you UP. prepare yourself for graded education, evolution and self-growth on mass scales.sorry not sorry.

that sucks for the people who want to be living vicariously through me, for making up to lost trauma years, for family who sold me out for the success I'd bring home, or fake trauma enmeshed friends, or whatever they want or need from me. I value my time and energy, and have given that in abundance, and if you want to be with nut only "one part of me that is alters". I can't provide that now. not sorry.

I have to work on something or not be in a dynamic at all.

I no longer can switch on demand to adapt for you, it will not be effective and that upsets a lot of people. especially now I'm sober. harder to handle this, as I see the world for its ways and why it is, more vividly. I haven't had alcohol for almost 2 months, although, I could drink, I haven't.

I can't do it, anymore. it, being, faking, my selves fronting to impress. I can't. I have no more left to give, and I'm expected by everyone to be a way I can't do it in the way they want.

I will go to another year long outpatient DBT, followed by 10 weeks of A-C-T therapy, and however many ECT OR TMS may or may not help. I'm told it won't (ect) work. but TMS, is something I am open too. but I am telling you, none of this psychotherapy, that will be based on dbt skills, day therapy, intensive skills training, recommencing my studying, and resuming "life worth living" will or can wipe the traumas I've "recovered" memories for.

I will also shut the fuck up, and tell nobody about this if you leave me alone, I told that to my family, and this is open letter to the watchers, stalkers and perps who read this openly as I track the hits on here and have 200+ visits a day every day for the last month. globally. no idea how or who you are but I think its the same people who called the police for the "ayreon song lyrics" seen to be a suicide not last October.

thanks for that wake up call, I have shut the fuck up, since December, more so now. I will burn the journals, or lock them up.

my recovery is not linear, not yet fully integrated and I trust nobody so I don't think my psychotherapy will be deep, I focus on things like ADHD AND my EDNOS. and dbt skills. I won't be talking about sexual traumas.

enjoy the update, and thanks for the "attention".

I have my goals, my work, my meaning and what my life should and could and will look like, but I will not share that with anyone. that means everyone right now.

I've been tested, traumatised and terrorised to the point of not-tolerant of anyone who may bring that back, and banish the fuck out of my sphere every moment I need.

take me as I am, or watch me as I go, which I will go, where I am not wanted I will remove myself, but I will find where I am celebrated because I create that.

I will rise up against all adversity every time but that is survival and that created a resilient and brave woman, in me. who will not be destroyed or decomposed by humans who are fundamentally fucking evil.

I gift you my truth, in progression, and give up the pain of the past.

[storysofmyown]

Obey me! A nightmare came true

Plot: After being attacked by a demon and trying to hide it away, Mc is faced with a harsh truth…how truly weak they are.

Trigger Warning: Kind of PTSD , implied/mention of blood

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 Your heart raced like never before. Your breathing was accelerated and even though your entire body was shaking, if you stopped for even one second, you would collapse, and it would all be over...you would die. You need to keep running, doesn't matter where just keep running. If you stopped now...who knows what they might do to you. Run run run! Don't you dare stop we are almost there.

Pain made its way to the side of your body. You had fallen from bed. Oh...you had been dreaming...that's right. It was safe, the house of Lamentation that is. Closed to every demon out there, except the ones inside. For now, it was safe. You climbed back into bed and hugged one of the pillows.

It was the same nightmare. Over, and over and over and over again. Even if you woke up earlier or later the nightmare always gave the same impression. You always died on the end. You barely got any sleep lately. Waking up at unnamed hours because of it and then not being able to fall asleep again. It was torture lying awake at the middle of the night with your heart racing so fast and this fear inside your chest.

And this was all because of the demon that attacked you.

It wasn't your fault, you gotten yourself lost at RAD trying to find a classroom when a demon appeared out of nowhere and attacked you. You hided in a corner but still you could hear it as it came closer to you. It left once the bell rung but god had you been scared. If it had not been for pure luck you might not be here.

None of the brothers knew. If you told them, they would probably not ever leave you alone again...which maybe wasn't such a bad thing. After all, now everywhere you went felt like a place you could die. The moment you entered a room you immediately looked for an exit and places to hide.

You were scared. And the brothers constantly threatening you did not help. Yes, maybe they have not actually done anything, but their words were enough to make you want to curl up in a ball and hide from the world. But you needed to get past that, if you were going to act that way with even the smallest action you would end up going insane...after all...you were in a place full of demons.

But it was fine, you were fine.

During the next day at breakfast, everything passed in a blur you only remembered fragments of the conversation. Asmo bragging about his lotions, Mammon yelling at Bell not to eat everything, Lucifer scolding Belphegor so that he woke up earlier, Satan and Levi talking about a book or something. They asked you something about it to which you only nodded and kept eating.

 "Mc? Are you okay? You seem rather...tired". You looked up at Lucifer, finally being able to concentrate on a conversation.

"Yeah, I'm fine, didn't sleep well last night. That's all." You pushed your food away while yawning.

"You don't want that?" Beel reached for it before you could even say anything.

"If you are having trouble sleeping you could always ask me for some facemask or even teas that might help. Oh! I have an even better idea! You could come to my room and I could help you with that problem myself~" Asmo said in his most seducing voice before getting hit over the head by Mammon.

"Like hell I'm letting that happen"

"I wish I was asleep again"

The morning proceeded as normal, and classes did too. You were just heading to another class when something made you stop. You glanced at your left and saw the very same place where you had been attacked.

You froze.

Avoiding this place had been your plan since that day. But here you were. In the middle of the place where you could have died. Your hands felt cold. The memories rushing towards you and making you feel like it was happening all over again.

You leaned on the wall and closed your eyes. Trying to control your breathing when you heard a voice.

"What are you doing?" Satan stood there looking at you curiously with Levi by his side.

"Is this another of your normie tactics?" He raised an eyebrow.

"No... it's nothing. I was just tired...I'm going to class." You tried to get past them, but Satan stopped you.

"Mc! Remember to wait for us after classes." With a nod, you made your way to the other classroom. But even if your body was present in the moment if felt like your mind had locked itself away.

You could not think, you could not process any of the words that the professor said. Your eyes could not focus on the words in the textbook and your hearing had tuned in and out for the rest of the day. The only thing that you were certain about was how much your hands were shaking.

But it was fine, you were fine.

After classes, you waited for Levi and Satan in the entrance of RAD. The day had gone by in a blur just like in breakfast. You could barely remember anything that happen that day and since the moment you woke up it felt like you were hallucinating.

The only thing you wanted was for Satan and Levi to appear just so you could go home. Wait...why did Satan and Levi wanted to meet again? You guys never walked hom-

"Oh, hey Mc. You ready to go?" Levi asked while twitting something on his phone. " I want to be the first one to get my hands on that special edition copy of the manga that I like. "That one time that I accidentally denied my true feelings and ended up regretting it deeply later on for reasons that might be spoiler".

"And I am interested in some new detective books that arrived the other day. If we don't hurry, there might be a long line."

"...what are you guys even talking about?"

"Of course, a normie like you would forget about it. You don't even actually want to go do you?" Levi seemed mad while you just were confused.

 "We talked about it during breakfast. We asked you if you wanted to accompany us to the Royal Library and you agreed to it. Did you forget?"

Damn it, you have been trying to avoid getting out of the house of Lamentation as much as possible. At this point you could almost win again Levi on who could stay longer in their rooms. What were you going to do? You could not back down now after you agreed to going...besides you were going to be with them so...it was safe. You were safe.

"No no, I didn't forget I just...momentarily confused it with another date. But yeah let's go." You smiled at them weakly.

"...you don't have to come with us if you don’t want to." Levi looked at the floor while a small blush formed on his cheek. "You can go home...I mean...that's because a normie like you wouldn't appreciate the opportunity we are giving you." Levi looked away from the floor and started walking away. You sighed and smiled at his way.

"I never said that, c'mon I do want to go. So, let's get moving." You walked past them both, trying your best to hide the fear that started to creep ok you once again.

To say the least, the library was full... You didn't know if it was because of the new books or if it was always like that. Nonetheless, here you were...in the middle of a sea of demons...

"So... where are we going first?" You turned around but once you did you noticed the lack of Satan.

"He already spotted the books he wanted to buy. So, he went for them, I don't think we will be able to see him over the mountain of books he must already have picked u-" Levi stopped on his tracks.

"I just laid my eyes upon the most beautiful collection of rare mangas I have ever seen. Buy them all, I must!" Leviathan updated on his blogs before sprinting towards the mangas.

"WAIT LEVI! Don't leave me...alone" There was no use. He has already disappeared on the sea of demons. You were now completely alone.

You stood there for like half a minute before sprinting somewhere that was less crowded. It was on the upper floor, there seemed to be less people since the "convention" was downstairs. There were still a lot of demons there, but way less. So, you found one of the vacant tables and sat down for a minute.

Your eyes were closed as you tried to keep your cool. You were fidgeting a lot. Moving your legs, biting your nails, playing with your hair, pinching your arms, anything that distracted you from the fact that you were alone.

After a few eternities of waiting you decided to look at the books. Some seemed old, others seemed nearly new, some were broken, others were absolutely cursed or enchanted...yeah you were not touching those. You kept looking around when out of nowhere every hair in your body stood up. It was as if static was around the room.

There was no one in that specific section besides you. Everything was dead silent, and the lights were dim. How utterly foolish of you to stand in such a place alone. It was almost like inviting a demon to eat you.

You felt someone breath on your neck. Footsteps behind, stuff getting knocked over, things braking.

You stood still. Not by choice but out of fear. Out of fear that if you turned around you would be meet by an immediate death. The hairs on your neck stood up once again when you felt someone touch your hair.

"Well, what is this meal that awaits me?" The voice spoke in a low raspy voice, almost sounding welcoming but evident treat in his words burned. "Foolish of you to stand by yourself once again. This time you won't be so lucky." You felt a hand on the back of your neck and before you could even process what was happening you took a book and hit the demons face with as much force as you could manage and immediately running towards the stairs.

Skipping a lot of steps, you made it down in record time and as your eyes scanned the place, looking for either Leviathan or Satan your legs didn't stop. You dodged around everyone and everything that was in the middle, bumping with some people and barely managing to get away from the crowd without falling. Breathing started to hurt and for some reason your side ached. You managed to run out of that place.

It was dark. It was cold. There was mist around and the fact that you had only visited this place once did not help. You were going to get lost and you had left your D.D.D at the library. You needed to stop and try find your way to the house of Lamentation but the growling behind you made it evident you weren't safe.

"Come here you are disgusting human! The demon screamed behind you. How in the hell were you going to get away? Last time you had been saved by the bell, literally, now luck wasn't going to be on your side. The demon was both stronger and faster than you. You were doomed.

You were going to die.

 Your legs hurt, your breathing was harsh, and your heart felt like it might burst from your chest. The coldness out here made everything worse and the most made it almost impossible to see one step ahead of you. You had no idea where you were or where you were going to go. The rustling of leaves made you think that you were in the part. But your head had no real time to process. The growling and screams behind, you were absolutely terrified and tired.

And then you fell.

A rock in the way was going to be the reason why you would die. The demon stopped for just a second and then leaped on top of you. Making you scream with all your might. Trying to push him away while you felt his claws dig into your skin and his breath on your face. The claws felt like knifes and it was even worse the moment he moved them, and they tore through your skin.

You hit the demon and tried to kick it. Heck, you even bit it. You tried to do anything, but nothing worked.

The demon pulled apart, and you fell, hitting your head against the ground. Your eyes opened to be meet by an almost blinding darkness. Only the glowing white eyes of the demons illuminated your surroundings, you felt his hand pull you by the neck and bit into your shoulder, you screamed.

You were going to die...

You felt yourself grow weaker and weaker by the second, wanting to pass out, trying desperately to get away but it didn't do anything. Your breath had become harsh and it was harder to breath with the demon atop of you.

Then, out of nowhere, something changed. All the air you had been lacking came back to you in a rush and the weight that was holding you down left. Without thinking you sat up.

Your vision was blurry and could barely make out anything that was happening, your hearing only processed the muffled screams of the demon, your heart beats and your breathing. Your entire body was shaking and even though every part of you hurt you tried to get on your feet before falling again.

Desperation took over your body the moment you felt a hand on yours. You screamed, pushed and kicked whoever took your hand while trying to get away. Two hands placed themselves on your shoulders and shook you a little.

"MC! IT ME!" All the noises died for a second before coming back in with the sound of the wind. It was Levi. He was holding your shoulders and looking at you with an unreadable expression. Your eyes still had not fixed well on him when they started to some blond hair. Satan was behind him attacking the demon. There could be heard some splatter before Levi put his hands on your cheeks and making you look at him again.

"Focus on me, okay?" You nodded, still trembling and wanting to get away from his touch. "Are you okay?" You starred into his eyes, trying to find the words. Desperately trying to make just a sound but you should couldn't talk.

It was fine, you were fine… right?

"Mc?" Satan got into your field of vision covered in something that you assumed was blood.

Oh, turns out you weren't, because the moment the realization of what had happen hit you...you started to sob. You fell once again to the ground while Levi and Satan both tried to hold you and you grasped on them for dear life.

Everything around you spun while you tried to calm down. Death had literally knocked on your doorstep but somehow you got away.

"C'mon, let's get you to the house of Lamentation" Satan helped you up and the Levi took your arm, making sure not to do it too strong. Their touches stung by whatever reason, but honestly...you just wanted to get home.

Once you got into the house of Lamentation, the three of you tried to make the least noise possible and somehow were successful in getting to your room. In the dead silent of the night Levi bandaged you while Satan tried his best not to snap again in anger. Your eyes were lost nowhere in general while trying to ignore how much it hurt.

"...what happen?" Satan finally asked, spitting fire with every word.

"...that demon...why did he attack you?" Levi spoke more softly while also fidgeting awkwardly.

"That...that demon", you swallowed, "he...had attacked me before a-at RAD, h-he, I..."The words wouldn't come out.

"Why didn't you tell us before?" Satan spoke again and when you glanced his way you could swear, he had fire behind his eyes.

"I didn't want to- to worry any of you." Your voice was almost a whisper.

"I think we should... leave you alone for now. You wouldn't want to be with some demons like us after what happen today." Levi got up and Satan followed. They were about to leave when you called out for them almost crying.

"Wait!"

Silence. And then sobs.

"I'm...I am not okay... definitely not okay...not at all, please...just...stay with me tonight" You watched the boys look at each other before nodding and walking up to you and hugging you.

 It was an awkward hug, but you needed it. After the literal hell you had gone through today, it was nice having the comfort of your friends. And it hurt, not your body, but everything, what you had been trough and the idea of almost dying but here you were...alive...and safe...

You were not fine...but for the first time in weeks...you thought you could be.

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Hello sweeties! Once again I got struck by inspiration and decided to write this. Really hope y’all enjoy!!

[thecassadilla]

Bump in the Night

Pairing: Kristanna (+ a minor appearance by Elsamaren)

Word Count: 2,988/AO3

Summary: To kick off the start of “spooky season,” Anna plans a scary movie night with Kristoff, but things go awry later that night when their real life begins to imitate conventions of a horror film. 

Author’s Note: Happy October! While I absolutely hate Fall (cold weather + less daylight, yuck), Halloween is my favorite holiday. I planned to write a couple of fics this month to help me “embrace” this season and this is the first. Enjoy!!!

“Are you almost here?”

“I’m pulling up to your house now,” Kristoff chuckled, reversing into the empty spot behind her car.

“Oh, okay! I’ll open the front door!”

Suddenly the line went dead, and he couldn’t help but smile. He cut the engine, grabbed his overnight bag from where it rested on the front seat, and climbed out of the car.

“Hi, sweetie!” Anna called from the doorway.

“Hey, baby,” he called back with a grin.

When he finally made it into the house, she pulled him into a tight embrace before leaning up onto her toes and pressing a soft but brief kiss to his lips. “How are you? How was work?”

“It was crazy busy and I had to stay a little late,which is why I got here so late, but I’m doing a lot better now that I’m here. How about you?”

“Today was great, I’m great. Here, do you want me to bring your bag upstairs?”

“Nah, I’ll just bring it up later,” he answered, sliding the strap off of his shoulder and placing the bag on the bottom step of the staircase. “Just don’t trip over it.”

“I won’t,” she laughed, walking towards the kitchen. “I ordered us a pizza and it should be here any minute.”

“Why didn’t you tell me? I could’ve picked it up on the way.”

“It’s not a big deal,” she said, turning around to make sure that he was following her. “Elsa is staying at Honeymaren’s this weekend.” 

Kristoff raised an eyebrow. “I see?”

“Do you...maybe wanna have a scary movie night?”

“Uh...sure,” he answered.

Her face fell. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he shrugged. “I just don’t understand the correlation between Elsa being away and us watching a scary movie.”

“Oh!” Anna giggled. “Well, we’ll have the living room to ourselves and we can put on whatever we want without Elsa butting in. I’ve never been able to watch anything scary because she hates horror.”

“I’m not too fond of it, myself,” Kristoff admitted.

“Ooh, is the big, tough guy afraid of scary movies?” she teased, poking her finger into his ribcage.

“No,” he huffed, swatting her hand away. “I’ve watched a whole bunch and to be honest, I think they’re stupid and predictable.”

She opened up one of the cabinets and pulled out two plates. “Well, it’s officially ‘spooky season’ and I think it would be fun.” 

“We can watch whatever you want,” he promised.

“Yay!” she squealed, bouncing up to press a kiss to his cheek. 

“Did you have a specific movie in mind?” “I found one called The Summoning. It’s basically about a young married couple that moves into a new house, only to find out that the house is haunted by a demon.”

“Sounds exactly like every other horror movie that came out in the last decade or so,” he remarked. 

“Is that a bad thing?” she asked, furrowing her eyebrows.

“No,” he shrugged. “Just an observation. A lot of old horror movies had masked murderers; Freddy Krueger from A Nightmare on Elm Street, Michael Myers from Halloween, Jason Voorhees from Friday the 13th. Now it’s all about the invisible villain; Paranormal Activity, The Conjuring, and now I guess The Summoning.”

“I’m impressed! You really know your stuff, huh?” she proclaimed enthusiastically, but before he could respond, the doorbell rang. “Ooh pizza’s here!”

“Do you want money?” he offered.

She thrust the plates in his direction and he accepted them. “Nope! It’s on me. The only thing I need you to do is sit your butt on the couch.”

He obeyed her command and made his way to the living room, setting the plates on the coffee table and plopping down in the corner of the couch. A few short moments later she joined him, placing the pizza box next to the plates.

“Help yourself. I’m going to put the movie on,” she stated, grabbing the remote.

He reached over and flipped the lid to the box open. “You want to eat and watch at the same time?” 

“Yeah, I figured we could multitask.”

He shrugged, and handed her a plate with a slice on it and then took one for himself before sitting back. 

“Thanks,” she smiled, leaning into his side and pressing the play button. “I hope it’s good.”

“We shall see.”

The movie opened up to upbeat music, and an attractive young couple moving boxes out of a moving truck and into their new, yet clearly antiquated house. Less than ten minutes in, the tone changed and elements of horror started creeping in.

While Anna was completely engrossed with what was happening, it was abundantly clear to Kristoff that the movie was the opposite of good; between the cheap jump scares, the poor acting, and the lack of any real action, it seemed more like a comedy than a horror movie. Though he tried to focus on what was happening in front of him in order to keep his promise to Anna, he was growing more bored by the second. Eventually it became close to unbearable.

“How about…” he started, pressing a slow, ardent kiss to her neck, “We turn this off and put something else on?”

“No, I want to watch,” she giggled, shying away from his touch. “You promised that we could watch whatever I wanted.”

“I know, but it’s so bad,” he whined.

“It’s half over and it’s not that bad.”

“It’s terrible.”

“Look!” she exclaimed, pointing at the television screen. “The demon just pushed her down the stairs.”

“Demons aren’t real.”

“Please watch it,” she begged.

“I’d rather kiss your neck.”

“You have all night to kiss my neck, and I’m going to hold you to that,” she teased, wiggling away from him. “But the only thing I’m paying attention to for the next forty-five minutes is this movie.”

“Fine,” he huffed, resting his chin on her shoulder. “What about Hocus Pocus? You love that movie.”

She looked at him out of the corners of her eyes. “I will only turn this movie off if you admit that you’re scared.”

“I’m not scared,” he insisted. “I’d actually enjoy it more if it was scaring me.”

“Too bad.”

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“We should see a horror movie in a theater soon,” she remarked as they laid in bed later that night. “I wonder if there are any good ones coming out this year.”

“I don’t trust your judgment on what a ‘good’ horror movie is,” he chuckled.

“Well, we could always just sit in the back and make out like high schoolers if it’s really bad.”

“We could do that here, for free,” he noted.

“Yeah, but it’s about the thrill of the chase. It’s more exciting when you’re in a room full of people who aren’t paying attention to what you’re doing.”

“You are truly something else. And I love you for that.”

“Aww, I love you too,” she smiled, reaching out to squeeze his hand. “Did you really hate the movie?”

“No offense, Anna, but it was beyond bad.”

“Can I just say that I still can’t believe the guy in that movie let his wife become possessed like that?! Newly married, new house, seemingly perfect life and then bam! He chooses to save himself instead of fighting for her.”

“Good thing it’s just a movie,” he reminded her.

“I know, but it’s still so terrible,” she said, shaking her head. “Would you abandon me if a demon was trying to possess me?”

“No, because it literally would not happen.”

“But if it did happen?”

He sighed. “No, I wouldn’t abandon you.”

“Thank you. I wouldn’t abandon you, either.”

“Great, it’s all settled then. Do you think that can be incorporated into our wedding vows?”

She playful swatted his arm. “Can you stop mocking me please?”

“Only when you stop worrying about real people in fictional scenarios.”

She glared at him. “It was a hypothetical question.”

“That I answered honestly,” he added. “I’ll save you from all the bad guys - and if that includes demons or ghosts or werewolves, I still won’t abandon you.”

“Thank you, sweetie.”

“I’m gonna crash, so…” he leaned over to peck her on the lips. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

Within moments, he was asleep, while she found herself tossing and turning. As the clock ticked forward, she tried to convince herself that she wasn’t anxious; every thought that popped into her head was clouded with scariest scenes from the movie. Though her mind was racing, she tried to focus on Kristoff instead, watching as his chest rose and fell with each breath. 

Until she swore that she heard a noise and nearly jumped out of her skin. She could hear her heart beating in her ears, and though Kristoff looked completely at peace, she needed someone to ease her racing mind.

“Kristoff,” she whispered, gently shaking his shoulder. “Kristoff!”

“Huh?” he mumbled, his eyes slowly blinking open.

“I heard a noise,” she responded, her voice slightly louder. “What if someone is in the house?”

“A person or a demon?” he teased.

“Kristoff, I’m not kidding.”

“No one is in the house,” he assured her. “You probably just heard a car door close.”

“It didn’t sound like a car door,” she rebutted.

“I think that movie made you paranoid.”

She rolled her eyes. “Would you please make sure the front door is locked?”

He groaned in response, before scrubbing at his face with the palms of his hands a few times. He tossed the blankets aside and stood up, taking a moment to stretch before shuffling out of the room. 

Anna anxiously awaited his return, wringing her hands over and over again. After what felt like an eternity, he reappeared.

“All the doors are locked,” he announced as he collapsed back onto the bed. “Front door, back door, door to the garage.”

“I feel a lot better now,” Anna breathed. “Thank you for checking.”

He motioned for her to slide closer to him. She laid her head on his chest, and he placed a hand on her shoulder before pressing a kiss to her temple. “Anything to make you feel better. Try to get some sleep.”

She nodded against him, feeling safe in his arms, and after a few moments, she felt her eyelids start to grow heavy. Until a loud crash from downstairs snapped her out of it.

Her eyes widened and she tensed up. “Did you hear that?”

“Yeah,” Kristoff answered hesitantly.

As if on cue, another crash sounded from beneath them. They both sprang into action, jumping out of the bed.

“What should we do?”

“Do you have any weapons?”

“No!” Anna exclaimed. “Only the kitchen knives.” “Tomorrow I’m buying you a bat,” Kristoff remarked before charging out of the room. Anna followed swiftly behind him.

“What exactly are you planning on doing?” she whispered as she chased him down the stairs, trying to stay as light on her feet as she could.

“I want to see where the noise came from.”

“And then…?”

“I haven’t figured that out yet.”

“Maybe we should call the police?” she suggested in a panicked whisper.

“And do what in the meantime? Get killed?”

For a moment, they stood quietly in the dark, and it quickly became apparent that the noises had come from the garage, though the sounds had morphed from crashes to voices. 

Kristoff and Anna slowly crept toward the kitchen. He pulled each knife out of the knife block until he determined which one would be the most effective. Anna, on the other hand, went for the cast iron skillet that was resting on the stovetop.

“What are you going to do with that?”

“Throw it?” she shrugged. 

They approached the door to the garage, and Kristoff held out his left arm in an attempt to keep Anna safely behind him. When they finally reached the door, Kristoff slowly reached out for the doorknob, before twisting it and forcefully pushing the door open, immediately resulting in two girlish shrieks from the perpetrators.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Kristoff snorted.

“Elsa?!” Anna exclaimed, gently pushing Kristoff’s arm down. “What are you doing?”

It was quite the scene. Elsa and Honeymaren were crouched on the floor of the garage; Elsa was sweeping a pile of dirt into the garbage bag that Honey was holding open. Gardening tools and pieces of broken ceramic were scattered behind them, in addition to the plant that Elsa had mentioned buying the day before. 

Elsa cringed, clearly mortified. “It’s a long story.”

“It’s really not,” Honeymaren corrected, looking rather amused. “She forgot to take out the garbage and it was bothering her. I suggested that she text you, and ask you to take it out, but she wanted to handle it herself. You wanna tell the rest of the story, Elsa?”

Elsa hung her head in shame, understandably embarrassed by the entire situation. “I tripped and knocked over the bin of gardening tools. Then while I was trying to pick them up, I knocked over the plant and the pot shattered.”

“Which is why we’re crouched on the floor, cleaning up dirt,” Honey stated, reaching out to place a reassuring hand on Elsa’s shoulder. “It’s really not a big deal though.”

“Accidents happen,” Anna sympathized. “But you guys kind of scared the crap out of us. We thought someone was breaking in.” 

“So you decided to handle it yourselves?” Elsa asked incredulously, her eyes widening.

“The alternative was calling the police. You could’ve been arrested for breaking into your own house,” Kristoff pointed out.

Honey smirked. “I don’t know what would’ve been worse; going to jail or being stabbed,” she remarked, her eyes bouncing from Kristoff to Anna. “Or whatever you were planning to do with a frying pan.”

“Have you ever picked one of these up?” Anna asked, moving her arm up and down to demonstrate the heftiness of the skillet. “They weigh a ton. One swing of this pan could knock a person unconscious.”

“Good thing neither of you had to use your weapons of choice,” Elsa cringed. “I’m sorry that we scared you.”

“Next time, just let me know if you plan on coming home in the middle of the night to take out garbage,” Anna pleaded with her older sister. “Or, you know, just ask me to do it.”

“Or,” Kristoff interjected, draping his arm around Anna’s shoulders. “Ask me to do it, because someone is too paranoid from the scary movie we watched to go downstairs by herself.”

“Am not!” Anna rebuked, looking up at him. “You’re just...a lot bigger and more intimidating than I am.”

He smiled smugly. “Whatever helps you sleep at night.” 

She stuck her tongue out at him, before turning back to her sister. “Do you need our help cleaning up?”

Elsa shook her head. “No, I think we got it. You two should go back to sleep.”

“Okay, if you’re sure.”

The group exchanged goodnights, and Anna and Kristoff returned their weapons back to the kitchen before heading back upstairs. 

“That was, uh...interesting,” Kristoff commented when they finally made it back to the bedroom.

Anna closed the door behind them and climbed back into the bed. “I know, right?! It’s just garbage, it’s not a big deal!”

“Maybe she was worried that she was going to stink up the garage,” he suggested, laying down next to her.

“She could’ve just moved it outside when she got home tomorrow if she didn’t want to bother us,” she countered. “And I bet she’ll never spend another night away again after this. We may be spending weekends with Elsa and Honeymaren from now on unless we stay at your place.”

“I have no issues with that and honestly, I feel like you would do the same if the situation was reversed -  you know, to avoid inconveniencing her.”

“Oh, I totally would. But I’d at least give her a heads up first, so if I made a ton of noise in the middle of the night she wouldn’t think I was a murderer or a burglar. Maybe we should consider getting an alarm installed. Do you think Elsa will go for that?”

“Alarm or no alarm, I’m going to buy you a bat, just in case there’s a ‘next time.’”

“If there’s ever a ‘next time,’ we will call the cops and avoid running into the line of fire,” she said, narrowing her eyes at him. “Ahem.”

“I know it was risky and stupid, but at least your sister and Honeymaren didn’t get hauled away in handcuffs. And I promised I would protect you.”

“From fictional bad guys. And jerks, of course. If that had been a real murderer or robber, we could’ve been killed.”

“You were fine with sending me downstairs when you heard a noise,” he stated.

She scoffed. “That’s different.”

“How is that different?” he asked, raising his eyebrows.

“It just is.”

He hesitated for a moment, before reaching out and caressing her cheek. “Anna, did that movie scare you?”

“A little,” she confessed. “Obviously I know that it’s just a movie, but I lost control of my imagination. I really did hear a noise and before you say it - no, I didn’t think the noise was a demon.”

“Look, I’m sorry for teasing you,” he sighed. “It was wrong of me, and it probably seemed like I was less than thrilled to make sure the doors were locked but -”

She cut him off mid-sentence. “Kristoff, I woke you up out of a dead sleep because I heard a noise. Cut yourself a little slack here.”

“And I immediately accused you of being paranoid - the point is, I don’t want you to hesitate to wake me up if you hear a noise, okay?”

“Fine,” she agreed. “But as a compromise, I’ll probably be skipping horror movies from now on.”

He smirked. “I have no issues with that.”

“And if you want...we can watch Hocus Pocus tomorrow.”

[patricianandclerk]

trash pile

fic snippet i’m not continuing or putting on ao3 because it’s not really salvageable as something publishable, but it’s book aziraphale and crowley meeting tv aziraphale and crowley and gabriel

will probably come back to this concept, but it needs heavy refinement, and at the moment is just bad crack, but i know some people wanted to see more of it, so. 

Aziraphale woke from a short nap to a godawful clattering downstairs, and he jumped up from the comfortable sofa he’d been settled on, reaching up to rub guiltily at his eyes. Sleeping, really, was one of Crowley’s things, and yet it was something he’d been experimenting with, as of late – now that the Apocalypse was done with (at least, for now) he wanted to try… to try new things, and Crowley…

Crowley suggested them.

And they—

He liked the idea of it, anyway. Doing something that Crowley did. Doing it together was out of the question (sleeping together!) but—

There was a loud thump, and the sound of a great many books coming down from their shelves, and a loud, sharp noise of pain.

A break-in?

It wasn’t yet seven in the morning, who…?

“Crowley?” Aziraphale called down the stairs, and he felt the tell-tale shift of magic on the air. Aziraphale hadn’t done any big miracles since everything had happened, but this one felt big… “Crowley?”

“Is that alright, my dear? Do show me.” It was a fussy voice. Somewhat deeper than Azirahale’s own, imbued with a neat richesse, and yet ostentatious, as his own was.

“Well, it was broken, it’s not broken now,” came the reply, and that voice, that was nothing like any voices Aziraphale made a habit of knowing – it was light and sonorous, seductive without even having to think about it, and yet he felt he could hear the barely suppressed edge of a lisp in it. “Why, doesn’t it look normal?”

“Well, I don’t know, Crowley, I don’t make a habit of observing the angles of your elbows—”

“Why ever not, angel?”

“Excuse me,” Aziraphale said, walking briskly into the shop proper, and the two of them turned to look at him.

One of them was short, only a little past 5’ and 6”, and he was a well-built gentleman in his late fifties, his body plump and round, his cheeks full and imbued with a natural rosiness. His hair, lank and blond, although threatening to turn white at any moment, was tied in a loose, messy bun at the back of his head, and he wore rather nice clothes – a bit modern for Aziraphale’s tastes, but a patterned shirt of some blue silk, and a rather snazzy little cardigan overtop, in cream.

The other was tall and lithe, or— Well, he had the sort of body one might describe – were one rather tended to being rather bold – as libidinous. Even beneath the tight jeans and the obscene t-shirt (“Know Your Enemy”, with a picture of a policeman underneath), his body rippled with muscle, and he wore sunglasses, even inside. He was younger than his companion, looked to be in his late twenties, early thirties, and he had black hair combed in a neat quiff from his head.

“Oh, what have you done?” asked the tall one, directing the question to his companion.

“What have I— What do you mean? What have you done?”

“Well, I haven’t done anything, but obviously you’ve—”

“You dastardly thing, I didn’t—”

“Excuse me,” Aziraphale said sharply, feeling his fists clench tightly at his side, and feeling a hot flush redden his cheeks as they both looked at him. “You’re— The two of you are really being quite rude. I should like for you to explain your business here, if it’s not too much trouble.”

“Did Adam do this?” asked the tall one.

“Do what?” asked the short one.

“Well, he—” Aziraphale stared, astonished, as his tongue slithered from his mouth, tasting the air. It was… forked. “He tastes like you, angel. And forgive me for saying so, but this shop is a bit too nice to be yours.”

The short one bit his lip. “Yes,” he murmured. “It is rather, isn’t it? My dear boy, are you the, ah, the proprietor?”

“Yes,” Aziraphale said sharply. “Although I am hardly your dear b—”

“Tiresome, isn’t he?” said the short one. “I don’t think I’ve ever been so wet.”

“Be nice, angel,” murmured the tall one, and took a step forward. “Aziraphale, Principality, Angel of the Eastern Gate?”

Aziraphale’s breath caught on his tongue, and he looked at the tall man. At his sunglasses. The sunglasses were lowered, and he looked at the eyes behind them – not like Crowley’s, a handsome yellow, but a sort of burnished orange-gold, and yet just as snakeish. He looked to the plump fellow…

“Some sort of… cosmic mix-up,” Aziraphale said breathlessly.

“My name is Anthony Crowley,” said the tall one. “And this is Aziraphale.”

“Something’s gone wrong,” said Aziraphale.

“Yes,” Aziraphale agreed. “Yes, I— I rather see that. Cup of tea?”

“Please.”

--

“He’s been experimenting again,” Anthony muttered, drumming his fingers against the side of his mug. They’d agreed on the naming conventions, although it had been odd, how— How readily they’d agreed to it, to be called Ezra and Anthony. They were used to it, they said, but, but why would they be used to it?

Aziraphale had made them tea. Ezra was sipping at a cup of tea with two sugars and a dash of milk; Anthony’s was black, and he drank it by letting his tongue slip out of his mouth and dip into the surface of the tea. It was… rather hypnotising, truth be told.

The whole thing was hypnotising. Ezra had sat down on Aziraphale’s sofa, and Anthony had just settled into his lap! Just… just sat there! As if it was a usual seat! Ezra hadn’t even flinched!

“Adam?” Ezra asked.

“Your Adam Young, I take it?” Aziraphale asked, looking between the two of them. He’d left a message at Crowley’s, although the demon had yet to answer it. “But— Our Adam, he made it so that, you know, he didn’t have any powers. After it was all through, I mean. Sweet boy.”

“Sweet?” Anthony repeated. “Nothing like ours then.”

“He can be sweet,” Ezra murmured, with a rather fond smile on his face. “But— No, it must be. Dear me. You’ve had your Apocalypse, then? How long since?”

“Er, well, last year,” Aziraphale said.

“Last year?” Ezra repeated. “Well, my dear, what year is it?”

“2019.”

“20—” Ezra pressed his lips together. “Hm. That is odd.”

“Timelines,” Anthony muttered. “Universes, blah blah. Do we call your end or my end?”

“Well, your end will be useless,” Ezra said.

“So will yours.”

“Yes, but mine will have records.”

“Pshaw.”

Aziraphale felt rather out of his depth, and he turned his head, relaxing when he saw Crowley at the door, dragging it open.

The relaxation faltered when he saw the archangel following him.

--

Anthony – who we might label the foreign Crowley, although he felt less like an invader and more like an unwilling tourist – watched the sad parody of himself that… Well, could one call it walking? If you were being charitable, he supposed, but he wasn’t feeling all that charitable, watching that strange gyration of hips, as if he’d never gotten the hang of piloting a human body.

“Got a loiterer outside, angel,” he said. No lisp, Anthony noted, with a mild hint of bitterness, but— It was a weird voice. Posh, not all that different from Aziraphale’s, really – the sort of voice that sounded as if it came from a mouth stuffed with pound coins.

Twat, came the automatic response.

“Who’s this chap?” asked Ezra, looking at the man in question. This guy was…

Honestly, it was anybody’s guess. He was tall, handsome, in a lilac suit, lilac eyes… Absolute stench of angel on him, but Anthony had never seen a guy like this—

“You don’t know Gabriel?” Aziraphale asked, and Ezra and Anthony both choked on their tea.

“Gab— This is your Gabriel?” Anthony asked, and then started laughing. “Look, angel, he’s pretty!”

“Oh, do be quiet, you serpent,” Ezra muttered, and he patted Anthony’s knee, gesturing for him to lean away so that he could stand. “Now— Gabriel.”

“We had a surge in the accounts,” Gabriel said. And he was… American. Fascinating. “A lotta concentrated miracle energy right here, and given that these two are kinda in bad books right now…”

“Well,” Ezra said, clasping his hands together, and artfully ignoring the way that the big, American Gabriel was examining him, “it seems there’s been rather a mix-up, just a little snip on the timelines, you know. We’ll just need a little assistance to—”

“You’re big, huh?” Gabriel asked.

Anthony put his knuckle against his mouth, and he watched the way Ezra’s face went from “polite asking for a favour” to “oh, you want to buy a book? icy coldness”.

“Dear boy,” he said softly, in a dangerous tone that Gabriel apparently wasn’t cognizant of, “I do beg your pardon.”

“Well,” Gabriel said, with a bright, handsome smile, “just that I was kinda saying to Aziraphale, you know, he needs to cool it with the whole eating thing, but he’s not actually— You know, he’s a little chubby, but you—”

Anthony closed his eyes, wincing, and he listened to the sharp slap. He heard the archangel let out a noise of pain; he heard Aziraphale and Crowley gasp.

“You hit me—”

“Sit down, you odious little excuse for an angel,” Ezra growled, and Crowley felt the sofa beside him shift, depressing under the weight of cowed archangel. He risked opening an eye. Gabriel was looking up at Ezra with shocked awe on his face, his fingers lingering on the regrettably red shadow on one cheek. “Have you any cognizance of basic manners?”

“No,” Gabriel said blankly.

“No, indeed,” Ezra said, his hands on his hip. “You say another word about my appearance, my weight included, young man, and I shall give you a lesson you shan’t soon forget. How dare you? Do you speak to him like that? And I’m sure he lets you, wet thing as he is, well, I won’t stand for it. Are we understood, Gabriel?”

“Not really,” Gabriel said.

“Just say yesss,” Anthony muttered.

[lonely-bored-writer]

Winchester meet the Phantoms Ch. 12

Things started relaxing, the ghosts were mostly spending their time in ghost zone with things getting closer to Christmas. Nothing else that goes bump in the night has popped up, his parents are at a convention in England, and today is the start of winter break. So some would say things were going good for him.

The problem is, he keeps seeing people with wings. Weird, he knows. It first happened when Sam, Tuck, and him were leaving the nasty burger. He held the door open for this elderly man, who Danny could swear had faint white wings behind his back. When he asked Sam and Tuck about it, nether of them had any clue what he was talking about. So, like any other teen, Danny brushed it off as nothing and went on with his day.

How ever the whole week that followed that day, people with wings kept appearing. It kept ranging from kids, to teens, to adults, to the elder, but it was much more prominent in adults. The wings ranged from gold, white, silver and black, along with the fact they started looking more prominent as time passed.

That's why Danny was currently sitting in his bed room, searching his computer for any creatures that had wings like those. The only things he could find were angels, but that couldn't be. He's met an angel before and he didn't have wings. Things were getting more confusing, and he had an idea of who to call.

"Hey Dean, is Sam there? Can you put me on speaker? Okay, so I might have a problem..."

"He's checking in with Cas to see if there's any reason I might be seeing angel wings" Danny sighed, taking a drink from his shake. "I really hope it isn't that big."

"Maybe it has to do with what those people did?" Sam questioned her friend. Danny paused for a moment, realizing his friend might have a point.

"She's got a point." Tucker joined in, taking a bite from his double bacon burger. "Your hearing, sight, and ice powers got a lot stronger. Whose to say you can't see things like that now?"

"You've got a point..." Danny nodded, glancing around the room to make sure no winged people were here. " If that's true, why are angels gathering here?"

"Are any here now?" Sam asked, lowering her voice.

"Not that I can tell..." Danny paused, watching as one entered the nasty burger, eyes trained on him. "Never-mind, don't look. He's watching us" Danny turned his gaze back to his friends. Immediately both his friends got tense.

"What the hell are we supposed to do now?" Tucker asked, trying to keep his eyes trained on his friend. Sam tried to do the same, no wanting to alert the angel anything. "Do they want something bad?

"From what I know, they never want anything good." Danny mumbled. "Considering things, I think they might be after me. I mean, they guys was staring straight at me."

"Okay, lets say that." Sam thought, pausing to think. "What are we going to do? I doubt Tucker and I can keep you safe from angels."

"I'll leave." Danny said, voice seriously. When his friends made a move to protest. "I'll try calling Cas, okay? But I don't want you guys getting hurt."

He walked a few blocks before he was pulled into a alley way. He barely missed the angel blade before it went straight through him. His eyes glowed green, seeing four angels. One with golden wings, two with black, and one with white.

It happened quickly, quicker than ever. The moment the four angels had him circled, a pierce stab of fear and alarm pulsing through him. It happened quicker than he was used to, no words were exchanged. The golden-winged angel made the first move, jumping forward and taking aim for Danny's chest. The move it took to block the attack, and blast his attack with an ecto-blast, pushing the angel gave another the opening it needed.

The pain flaring up from Danny's leg felt like nothing he felt before. Burning almost as much, or even worse, than the weapons the GIW and his parents use. Everything became a blear of angel after angel taking a jab at him, small nicks and bruises forming and the large gash on his leg bled heavily.

He couldn't get the angels to slow down, they moved quickly, almost as if anything wasn't going to slow them down. His didn't do much to delay them and he started loosing hope he could get out of this mess, already panting heavily.

It was a fluke if he was being honest. It was blocking to attacks that lead to one blade burying itself into the golden-winged angel. The flash that filled the area blinded Danny for a moment.

A moment too soon, the felt the slash before his vision came back fully. The pain blossomed across his shoulder, fogging his mind. The two other blades pierced into him, one through his shoulder, the other through his chest. The pain overwhelmed him, nothing like anything he felt before. It reminded him too much of the night his life changed for ever.

On the damp alley way ground, Danny felt himself slipping not being able to so much as keep his eyes opened. He left the footsteps vibrate against the grounds and he knew he wasn't going to make this out in one piece...

At least that's what he thought before he felt the burning light fill the air and corpses hit the ground. He couldn't make it out, but a familiar voice filled the air. But he couldn't hold on, his mind drifted to darkness with one thought in mind.

Sam Winchester was on a search for a new case inside the Winchester's bunker, his brother was off to the side with a beer reading away. They were settled into a comfortable silence, it was on of their more laid back days. Not much to do. So when Castiel appeared in the middle of the room, a body in his arms. It set what the day would be like.

"Dean! Sam!" Castiel's voice pulled them from their stare, having the brothers moving the moment Cas placed Danny's unconscious form on the couch.

"What happened?!" Sam asked, pressing his hand against Danny's throat, sighing in relief when he felt a pulse.

"Angels." Cas spoke, eyes watching the brother's move. "They believe he will grow up to be a king of hell."

"What?" Dean's head snapped up from his spot with the medical kit. "What the hell does that mean?"

"There is a timeline when Danny grows to destroy the world, I believe mentioned this when you first met."

"He said he stopped that version of himself." Sam responded, looking over Danny's wounds when the tattered shirt was removed. "He need's a hospital."

"No." Cas shook his head. "His blood is different, the doctors will notice." At those words, the Winchester brother's noticed it. A soft green glow emitted from the red blood, invisible unless you were really looking.

"Angel's are going to try and kill him now?" Dean asked, his brother and him working quickly to stitch and clean Danny's wounds before the teen lost a lot of blood.

"Yes." Came the curt response from the angel.

"Just because in one timeline he- Dammit Cas!" Dean cut himself off when he heard the sound of fluttering wings were heard, a glance back showed an empty space. His eyes landed on the pale and sweaty face of the teen, worry curling through him. "You better wake up."

When Danny came to, the first thing he thought was why his bed felt so small. Then everything came crashing down. The wings. The angels. Being attack. Being stabbed. Twice. Someone saved him.

Someone saved him.

Jolting up in realization cause a new wave of pain from his injuries. He cried out, wrapping an arm around his torso. "Hey! You'll rip your stitches." Danny's eyes landed on the worried gaze of Sam Winchester. A sigh of relief escaped him, allowing Sam to guide him to a sitting. He accepted the pain relievers and water with a grateful smile.

"What the hell happened?" Dean asked, arms crossed before him, worry clear. "Cas showed up with you a mess." So he's the someone who saved him.

"I-I don't know." Danny sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I noticed one of the angels watching me when I was eating with Sam and Tuck... I didn't want them at risk so I left, I thought they weren't going to do anything when I was so close to my house but I was pulled into an alley way. I didn't hear them! How can you not hear four people!" Dean and Sam shared a look.

"It isn't your fault Danny." Sam offered comfort. "Angel's can be sneaky."

"Did they say anything?"

"No, they just attacked." Danny answered Dean, eyes train in concentration on the floor. "Whatever they used, it felt a lot like the day the accident happened..."

"Wait, so angel's are trying to kill me because in another time I become the king of hell? a demon?" Danny asked, eyes wide in disbelief. Yes, he had feared many times before the he would become Dan. But after two years from the initial date he was supposed to go down that route and never going down it, the fear lessened. "I already took care of that!?"

"Something must have happened to have the angel's freaked again." Sam sighed, watching the teen. Both the Winchesters felt bad for Danny. First it was the crazy demons who wanted to combine two mirror realms, and now they have angel's coming after him.

"How do I stop them?" Danny asked, looking over at the brothers. "I took one down by accident, I'm not even sure what happened."

"They only die from an angel blade, I'll have Cas find you one." Dean responded, sketching something on a spare piece of paper. He held the paper in front of Danny. "That's a sigil. It has be drawn with human blood and you slam your hand on it to activate it. It should work when you're in human form." Danny nodded, musing over the different parts of the sigil.

"Cas can also carve an Enochian guarding spell into your ribs." Sam added in. "It hurts, but it'll keep angels from being able to track you. You'll have to get Cas's number but it is important."

"Holy crap..." Danny trailed, eyes wide as he looked at Castiel's wings. Large black, full wings rested across the angel's back. They were the clearest wings he had seen so far. He felt himself reaching a hand out before pulling eyes shifted to the angel who looked at him with a curious look. "Can I touch them?"

"I do not see why not."

Danny's taking that as a yes. His eyes just seemed to widen more when he felt just how soft Castiel's wings really were. They were so soft to the point it almost felt like there was nothing there, but from the shift of the wings under his hand and the feathers ruffled by his hand, he knew they were there.

"This is weird." Dean mused form his spot next to his brother, who nodded in agreement. Both Winchesters were watching a scene of a curious angel watching a teen boy running his hand in the empty space a bit over the angel's shoulder. If the brothers hadn't know the teen could see angel wings now, they'd think he finally snapped. "As much as we love watching you petting nothing, Cas should put the carvings in."

"Dean's got a point." Sam nodded, giving Danny a smile when the teen pulled his hand back with a blush. "You do have school, and since you wounds are healing surprisingly fast you'll be good to go."

"Yea, I can't miss tomorrow of Lancer's going to call my parents in for another conference." Danny sighed, rubbing his clothed chest. Even with the shirt he could feel the ridged edges of the scars forming from the attack. He found it odd, he rarely ever scarred but these angel blades were able to scar him easily. "Okay, lets get this over with."

[postmodernmulticoloredcloak]

Supernatural stars cover EW to celebrate 300 episodes (and an epic reunion)

Samantha Highfill

January 16, 2019 at 12:00 PM EST

“REUNION TIME!”

Jared Padalecki is making an announcement. It’s early December, and he and his Supernatural costar Jensen Ackles are preparing for their final two days of filming the 300th episode (Feb. 7) as demon-hunting brothers Sam and Dean Winchester, respectively. As they walk onto the Men of Letters set on a rainy Thursday, they come face-to-face with Jeffrey Dean Morgan, a personal friend and the man who brought Papa John Winchester to life in the show’s pilot (and left the show after season 2). “It’s the culmination of 300 episodes,” Padalecki says of Morgan’s return. After all, John’s disappearance kick-started the brothers’ road trip.

“DAD’S ON A HUNTING TRIP, AND HE HASN’T BEEN HOME IN A FEW DAYS.”

Standing in his little brother’s college apartment, Dean Winchester first uttered those words in the pilot, and in doing so, launched Supernatural’s — and the brothers’ —  first big mystery. “I had a good feeling about the show just reading the pilot,” Ackles says. “It had grit, the characters were well-written, and the story had miles to go.” Although he couldn’t quite predict how many miles the journey would be.

Supernatural premiered on The WB in 2005 and has since become the longest-running show in The CW’s history. The idea was simple: two brothers hunting monsters from urban legends, the kinds of things you’d hear about while sitting around a campfire. Bloody Mary? They killed her. Hook Man? Yep, him too. But it didn’t take long for the writers to understand that they might have to broaden the scope of the show if they wanted to get 20-plus episodes (much less 300). “We quickly realized that [conceit] would run out in a hurry, so even early on we expanded our horizons of what the show could be,” executive producer/co-showrunner Robert Singer says. But just how far could they stretch? And would they even get the chance?

Despite surviving the 2006 WB–UPN merger that created The CW, it took years forSupernatural to land on solid ground. “Bob Singer and I were fighting for the show’s survival at the ends of the first three seasons,” says creator Eric Kripke. “We’d have a meeting with the network that we informally called the ‘explain-why-we-should-give-you-another-season’ meeting.” And yet there was something about those conditions that felt right for a show about two humans trying to save the world from superhuman forces. As Dean recently said in a season 14 episode, “Impossible odds—feels like home.” But the land of impossible odds isn’t simply where the show (and the Winchesters) lived in those early years. It’s where they thrived. “In the beginning we almost mischievously wanted to see what we could get away with,” Kripke says. “There weren’t a lot of genre shows on The CW. It was mostly Gossip Girl and 90210. We were always like the goth kid at the back of the class that no one really wanted to pay attention to. So on this little weird horror show, we really got to push some boundaries that hadn’t been attempted in TV. There was no one saying, ‘That’s too crazy.’” So they took risks. They wrote a Groundhog Day-style episode called “Mystery Spot” that saw Dean die more than 100 times in one hour. They created “Hollywood Babylon,” an episode where Sam and Dean investigated a haunted horror-movie set. They produced “Ghostfacers,” an episode shot to look like a reality show about ghost hunting. “We always felt like we were on tenterhooks a little, but it helped us in a way,” Singer says. “We said, ‘If they don’t like us, let’s be bold.’ ” And in season 4, they made perhaps their biggest, boldest decision yet: They introduced angels (and therefore a much more religious story line) into the fold, which Singer identifies as the show’s biggest turning point. “I was concerned that would be a bridge too far,” Padalecki says of the angelic decision. “I wondered, ‘Are we going to turn o a lot of the people that came here to watch a scary movie?’” Kripke himself had fought the idea for years, until a pre–season 4 epiphany came to him while he was washing his face, of all things. “I realized the supernatural world was unbalanced,” Kripke says. “There was only evil. So I walked in the writers’ room on day one of season 4 and said, ‘Okay, there’s going to be angels…but they’re dicks!’”

Thus began what Kripke, who’s since created Revolution and co-created Timeless, still believes is one of the best hours of television he’s ever written: the season 4 premiere. “Lazarus Rising” introduced Castiel, the show’s first and longest-lasting angel. “Right before my scene, [then writer] Sera [Gamble] said, ‘Your life is about to change,’” remembers Misha Collins, who plays Castiel. He adds with a laugh, “I was like, ‘You’re so full of yourself.’” But Collins’ life did just that when he shifted from being a guest star to a series regular as his character survived multiple deaths — and even a brief stint as God — to become someone Sam and Dean consider family. “Angels completed the mythology,” Kripke says, and with them, the show was able to build to what writer-turned-showrunner Gamble refers to as the “regularly scheduled apocalypse” at the end of season 5. It was good versus evil. Michael versus Lucifer. Dean versus Sam. And for a while, everyone believed it was the end of the show. But when the network gave them a renewal for season 6, the writers were left to figure out what the heck comes after an apocalypse. The answer? Anything they wanted.

“A benefit of genre is we have such a huge runway in terms of ‘anything can happen,’” then writer and current co-showrunner Andrew Dabb says. “A medical show is limited in the scope of what they can do. We’re not.” So the next few seasons saw Supernatural push even more boundaries, with alternate realities, meta episodes (“The French Mistake,” anyone?), and new villains. That’s not to say everything worked, but that’s the beauty of a long-running show with a devoted audience — everything doesn’t have to work. “Fans would forgive sins of certain episodes because they love watching Sam and Dean,” Singer says. Because saying Supernatural fans like Supernatural is like saying Dean likes pie. It’s not about liking it. It’s about loving it. “I don’t think we have casual fans,” Singer says. “They live and breathe this show.” The #SPNFamily gathers all around the country (and globe) for multiple conventions each year, and every July they ll the largest venue, Hall H, at San Diego Comic-Con. It’s those fans who are devoted to Sam and Dean, even when their Impala might take a wrong turn. “The show’s ability to evolve and adapt is what’s led to it lasting 14 years,” Dabb says, adding, “Theoretically there are still a bunch of Leviathan out there running around that we never dealt with, but we don’t talk about that.”

Limitless options and viewer forgiveness aside, there is one rule the show has to follow — outside of standards and practices, that is. “I credit Bob Singer for instilling from very early on the idea that the show can go anywhere as long as the characters stay true to themselves,” former showrunner Jeremy Carver says. “The core of the show is the bond between the brothers.” With Sam and Dean as its foundation, the show can make episodes like season 11’s “Baby,” which was shot entirely from the perspective of the Impala, or season 13’s “Scoobynatural,” an animated crossover with Scooby-Doo and the gang. “One of the fun takeaways of watching Supernatural is that if you can imagine it, there’s probably a little town somewhere in America where it’s happening,” Gamble says. “It’s unlike any other show, really, in the history of American television.” And 14 seasons in, it’s still finding ways to surprise fans by, say, bringing John Winchester back.

“DAD?”

Standing next to his little brother in the Men of Letters bunker, Dean can’t believe what he’s seeing. This time he’s not enlisting his brother to find Dad, because Dad has come to them. And he hasn’t changed much. His beard has more gray in it and his face is thinner, but it will surprise no one that John comes back with a rifle in his hand. (Sorry, Walking Dead fans; the rifle came before Lucille.) But John isn’t the only one who’s changed. Standing across from him, Sam and Dean are no longer the kids who crammed toy army men into the ashtray of the Impala, or even the young men who went looking for him in the pilot. They’ve grown up. Their lives, quite simply, have changed. The same can be said of the actors themselves. In fact, Ackles is currently two years older than Morgan was when he filmed the pilot. “That’s how full circle it all is,” Morgan says. “Like a father would be, I’m very proud of the guys. It makes me get choked up because they’ve done so well here. Episode 300? That’s unheard of.”

As for how John comes back, let’s just say things get weird — don’t they always? — and there’s an altered reality at play. “Our guys are put in a position where they essentially can have a wish granted,” Dabb says. “They’re actually expecting something else, but [John’s return] comes from a place of want by Dean. The need for closure is really what brings John back into their lives.” But John isn’t the only person who comes back into their lives. As with any altered reality, not everything changes for the good. Without getting too specific, whatever brings John back also causes the return of Zachariah (Kurt Fuller), the no-BS angel who saw Sam and Dean as nothing more than thorns in his side. (Like Kripke said, angels are dicks!) Speaking of angels, this reality also affects Castiel in… certain ways. This time the boys are dealing with a different (though not entirely unfamiliar) version of their friend.

But for Morgan, who’s been asked for years about returning, it has always been about bringing John back in the right way. “The relationships between these three men were so open, so if I was going to come back, it would be nice to have some closure, especially with Sammy,” Morgan says. And before the hour’s over, both boys will get a moment alone with Dad. “This episode gives Sam a chance to forgive,” Padalecki says. Ackles adds, “For Dean, the whole episode is a dream that he doesn’t want to wake up from. But he knows he has to.”

Back in the bunker’s kitchen where Padalecki declared “reunion time” just hours ago, Sam and Dean are sitting around a table sharing a bottle of whiskey with their father and catching him up on everything he’s missed. Yes, they’ve saved the world (more than once). Yes, Lucifer has a son. But most important, John’s late wife, Mary — the woman he spent his life trying to avenge — is alive. Right then Mary rounds the corner for the moment she never saw coming, but in a strange way has always been waiting for. “Everything’s right in the world in this bubble of time,” Samantha Smith, who plays Mary, says of the couple’s reunion. “It’s very romantic.”

But as the Winchesters know a bit too well, all good things must come to an end. And when this is said and done, Sam and Dean will return to their life, driving down crazy street next to each other. Because despite the show hitting 300 episodes, nobody’s ready to call it quits just yet. “I don’t think we’re ready to throw in the towel,” Ackles says. “We’ve still got a little gas in the tank.” Put another way, Sam and Dean still got work to do.

[marvelmymarvel]

Choose Wisely

Part 3/15

Supernatural!MultiCharacter x Reader

Synopsis: Being the daughter of a priest was never easy. Especially when demons follow you every which way. You ran away at 18 and stumbled upon the Winchesters, you learned all about the things that went bump in the night. But your life changed when you met death, and you learned all of the reasons to why supernatural things have always happened to you in particular. But when you are met with the task for choosing who will win the apocalypse, will you choose wisely?

Catch Up: Part 1 Part 2

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You rushed over to Chuck with Sam and Dean, you didn't really pay attention to the cars around you, more so focused on the frantic text that Sam got from him. “Chuck! There you are.” Sam exclaimed as you three came to a halt in front of the pacing man. You didn’t like Chuck, only because he seemed to downplay your character in his creepy books. “Guys... Y/N?” He stated confused as to why all three of you were there. “What's going on?” Dean pressed and you started to look around more, realizing there was no immediate danger. “Uhh nothing” Chuck stuttered out “Just uh you know... What are you guys doing here?”. You looked back at him, hoping that this wasn't what you thought it was. “You told us to come” Dean stated forcefully. All three began to argue and you stepped forwards towards the building observing it. “Oh no” Chuck stated and you turned around to look back at them “SAM” your head whipped back around towards the door and saw who it was, “oh god” you whispered “YOU MADE IT” Becky squealed as she ran down the steps. 

You made eye contact with Dean as Becky flirted with Sam, and you realized who did this and why. Becky borrowed Chuck's phone to let them know about the little thing going on inside. “They’re gonna want to see it” Becky exclaimed “See what” Both boys interjected and you rolled your eyes already halfway up the stairs. “You boys really are in for a treat then if this is what I think it is” you called out. You were already in the middle of it all, you looked back to see Dean getting talked to by another ‘Dean’. You walked back over “Who the hell are you?” Dean stated and the man turned back towards him “I'm Dean too... Duh” you snorted and grabbed Deans arm “Yeah... DUH ‘Dean’” you said his name while putting up quotation marks. He glared at you but you simply rolled your eyes. You both turned and saw someone dressed as a scarecrow walking in. The boys jumped and you sighed “Uh oh its Sam and Dean. I’m in trouble now... Who are you supposed to be?” he asked you and you scoffed “IM Y/N THANK YOU” you snarled “She’s like... the lamest character, you’d be better off as bloody mary. Anyway, have fun you two” The scarecrow commented and then shoved his plastic scythe on Sam. You inhaled in shock and stepped forward to grab him but Sam yanked you back. “I AM NOT THE LAMEST” you hissed lowly “I know I know” Sam whispered “But you need to not actually kill them... Okay?” Sam whispered and you took a deep breath. You sighed and he let you go “I’m gonna grab a beer” you hissed while walking towards the bar. You heard Becky tell them what it was but you could care less at the moment.

You downed your second beer before Dean hauled you over to the stage where Chuck was going to give his speech. You stood between Sam and Dean, as you weren't trusted around these people, as 7 of them have already told you how your character was lame. You were going to kill Chuck.  The guy welcoming everyone made you bored, that was until he brought up something “At 4:30 is the homo erotica section” You spit out your beer and turned to laugh in your hand. To say you were drunk was an understatement, but the look on Deans face was to die for. “Homo Erotica!” you squealed under your breath towards Dean who just looked at you in shock at your reaction, “This is gonna be a great convention, but I'm gonna need to be a lot drunker than this” you started back towards the bar but Dean yanked you back “Oh no you’re staying with me”. He introduced Chuck and he looked at you nervously. You never understood why he fancied you, it was kind of weird in your opinion. He began to drink his water and you snorted. “This dude is fucking wild” you laughed out under your breath. “So I guess uhhhh... Questions” everyone's hand shot up and you sighed, “I seriously will need another beer after this” you whispered to Dean and he nodded, 100% agree with you. A lot of the questions were normal and then there was one, “Why did you make Y/N? In my opinion, she's not really that important to the story?? Is she going to die off soo-” but Chuck cut him off “Y/N will be a big part of the story” he started looking right at you. You looked at him in confusion, “And she won't be dying soon....”. He wasn't even talking to the man, he was talking to you. Full of anger from the question and confusion from the answer, you finally turned and left the room and Dean let you go. The third beer went down easier. Chuck slid in the seat next to you and you raised your finger for another drink “Something stronger” you asked and Chuck got the hint. He got two coolers instead and walked towards Becky. Sam and Dean bolted over to Chuck and they all began arguing, you looked at the bartender and rolled your eyes, “Men” you stated and she nodded. You heard a scream and slammed down your beer, you caught up with Sam and Dean as you approached the one screaming. You were taking it all seriously until you realized it was all apart of the game. You rolled your eyes and walked back down to the bar, “I hate all of this” you grumbled and Dean agreed with you. 

Dean downed his scotch and you fiddled with your straw, looking around for some entertainment. “Well you look lovely tonight” Dean purred to the girl next to him. You scoffed and took your drink, walking away from it all. You were tired of men being men. You wandered around the hotel. Every scream making you jump but you would just take a swig of your mixer and move on. And then the kid appeared. “Listen, kid-” you began but he cut you off “Help us” he stated. You sighed and dropped down to his eye level, “kid... I’m not playing this game so just-” and then he disappeared. You inhaled sharply realizing this wasn't apart of the game. Standing up you turned to leave but a woman was behind you. “NAUGHTY NAUGHTY NAUGHTY” She screamed. You ducked screaming as the woman flew at you, she knocked you on your ass but disappeared. Your drink spilled everywhere but you got up and ran out.

“ITS REAL” you screamed at Dean, gripping onto him and shaking him frantically. “Yeah yeah I know I know” and then he saw your frantic face “What happened to you” he questioned touching your pale face. You shook your head and sat down, “I don't feel so good” you whispered. “Okay, how about you sit this one out and drink some water” Dean stated as he moved you to an actual couch. You nodded and began to down the water that Sam handed you. You sat there as they left to go after the ghost that you encountered. You were shaky, and you didn't know why. You have seen demons, vampires, and ghosts, but why did this one shake you up. “You okay sugar” you heard as a person sat next to you. You rubbed your face which was in your hands and looked up, expecting yet to see another man either hitting on you or telling you how awful your character was. You were pleasantly surprised, and also slightly upset. 

You opened your mouth to tell him to fuck off but he silenced you with his finger. He scooted closer to you and wrapped his arm over the back of the couch, “What's wrong honey, it looks like you’ve seen a ghost” he cooed while gripping your chin. You glared at him and he smirked snapping his fingers, you were out of there. 

“Alright, let it out” he stated and unsilenced you. “You fucking asshat!” you screamed, he took you into the middle of the woods to let you scream at him all you wanted. “You lied to me! And you made me forget about you! You can't just do that!” you continued. Gabe nodded as he leaned against a tree watching you pace and rant. To him, you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, but he couldn't have you. “You know the only guardians that I have met that have actually done nice things for me are Castiel and Lucifer... Fucking LUCIFER” you snarled walking over to him. He watched you try and size him up by getting in his face. He just smiled down at you like you were a little puppy, “AND WOULD YOU STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE IM ADORABLE” you screamed in his face pushing his shoulders hard into the tree. “Now I just think you’re kinda hot from the way you're shoving me around sweets” he purred and you scoffed crossing your arms. You stood there staring at him. He was calm and collected, just how you remembered him when you were 17. You had backed up and just stared at him. You sighed, “I'm still mad” you snarled as you stomped over. You grabbed his face and brought him down for a kiss, he grabbed your hips as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in deeper. 

He cupped your neck and kissed you sweetly as you let go of him. “Still love me?” He asked against your lips. You smiled at him and kissed his nose, “Of course” you whispered, “Then let's get you back”. 

“Did you uh... fix it without me” you stuttered out as you met with the boys. They looked at you funny and you realized your hair was a mess. You cleared your throat and smoothed it out, “Yeah... You feel any better Y/N?” Sam asked. “Yeah... can we... can we go now? I’m tired of being told how useful I am” you teased as you fiddled with your fingers. Dean nodded and you walked past, Gabe smirked from behind the wall and vanished. What they didn't know, wouldn't hurt them.

[thechroniclesofwriting]

Right

I have things to say about the Winchesters being slightly terrifying.  Y’all ready for an entire essay? Strap in kiddies, I’m procrastinating a thesis and slightly tipsy. 

Firstly. Even in height, the Winchesters exceed normality. I want you to consider how high the average interior doorway is. Seriously, go look at your nearest doorway. Pretty high, right? Google tells me it’s 6″6. Dean stands at 6″1, while Sam is 6″3. So, Sam is less than an iPhone away from hitting his head on the top of your average doorway. And unlike NBL, AFL, whatever you national sport acronym is, players, they aren’t just tall. No. Both men are made of muscle. 

For reference, a normal man, no, a skinny teenager, could incapacitate me; female, 5″2, 120 pounds. My 5″11, 21 y-o brother can nullify my most persistent attack in about point two of a second, and continue a discussion at the same time. Imagine what a Winchester could do.

Having said that, one of the Australian Jiu jitsu champions is a dude who spent most of his life shorter than me; I should know, I went to both primary and high school with him. Watching him incapacitate opponents several times his size is a work of art. (Do not tell him I said that). Now imagine that same training in a man double his size. In fact, in two men, trained from a very young age.

Secondly, Sam and Dean fight for a living, where the living is literally ‘living or dying’. If they lose, they die. Violently and painfully. I don’t know about you, but I’d have to be pretty fucking confident that I was going to win a fight if I was going to put my life on the line. So to Hunt, per se, as a living, you are a) very physically strong and b) confident as fuck. 

Confidence is often touted as an attractive quality. Which it is, and Dean and Sam are both incredibly attractive (what nothing). But imagine that confidence being lethal. I don’t know about you, but I generally find lethal intent a little terrifying. Just saying. SO you have these two, very tall men, who work in a unit, who are very well trained, walk a diner, with the soul purpose of finding someone, and killing them. So you have these men who will use everything from charm to straight up, Geneva Convention banned torture, to get their information. Seriously, they break all of the agreements of the United Nations Convention against Torture and Other Cruel, Inhuman or Degrading Treatment or Punishment  (UNCAT). 

Thirdly. Vampires, ghosts, shapeshifters, werewolves and demons. Things of myth and legend. The questions that the Winchesters have to ask to determine whether their case is supernatural or just humans-murdering-each-other are mad.  I don’t know about you, but if a dude ask me if I felt ‘cold patches’ in a room, I would straight up tell them ‘yeah around you’ and leave. Who is interested in answering those questions, FBI or not? Guys c’mon. I know it varies from person to person, but how difficult is it to convince someone of a mystical force? And how many people would thoroughly believe that said force might be benevolent? How many would make it God and how many would make it science? And, how many would make it a mental institution? So here we have two grown, confident. trained and intimidating men spouting mystical crap while running around in a Chevvy full of guns? Idk about you, but in this situation, I’d probably favour Chuck’s response.

Fourthly, we are currently in our 14th season. Now, some say we’re beating a dead horse. I say, that’s at least 14 YEARS of Sam and Dean being well renowned, death defying, universe saving, legendary hunters. They show up, other hunters are surprised, they have things to say. In their field, they are essentially Bill Gates (okay no but you get the point). Now to be that hunter, to be that good, you have to spend a good portion of time training. Their Dad raised them in this life, albeit abusively. But do you remember Samuel’s little test for Dean in season 5? ‘Do you kill a Vamp with a wooden or silver stake?’ HA. When was the last time Vamps were the real problem in a SPN episode? I’d imagine that the Winchesters are the cautionary tale that monsters tell their kids. To plagiarise John Wick - he’s not boogey man. He’s the one you send to kill the boogey man. They’re the shadows behind the curtain, the monsters in the closet. Their body count is higher than they are. If the Winchesters arrive, you know it’s universe threatening. 

Fifthly, not only are they renowned and feared hunters who have travelled through time, space, heaven, hell, probably Tartarus and Jahannam, they are also privvy to information that was not widely known to most hunters. Remember that Mary, in 1978, didn’t really know what Angels were? She was 23 and had been raised by a feared hunter. These two have fought against Lucifer, God, God’s weird sister, etc etc. They’re approaching 40 and really very little fazes either of them. You could stab a Winchester and they’d be like ‘good shot can you call Rowenna’. Most of their big bad’s? They befriended later. ‘Oh yeah Crowley we kept you prisoner for a bit but no welcome bring your mom, we’ll help you’. So now we have upbringing, physical strength, training, confidence (and a damn good track record of, y’know, not dying/coming back to life). 

SO FINALLY lets talk genetics. On one side, we have hunters, and the other, the Men of Letters. So overall, two fairly ferocious families. But Mary kills me every time, mostly because of the excellent casting of young Mary. She is so, so Dean. The first time she meets Dean, she confronts him. She’s maybe 19, while Dean at the time would have been approximately 30. I’m 23, and I run from 16 year olds. But she confronts him, and matches him blow for blow. THEN LATER in 78 (so she’s my age, and I’m still fleeing from high school boys) fights an ANGEL and mostly, bests her. 

So we’ve got Mary, the born and bred hunter. But then we have John, Pretty, naive John, who is thoroughly offended that he’s treated as useless, which frankly tells us a lot about him. Where Sam and Dean try to protect their naive father of the horrors of the life that befell them (by his hands), John is forceful in proving his worth. He won’t shy from protecting Mary, and you can see how that might ferment into revenge. That sheer determination; it’s so Sam. You can argue with me, but as a law student, I can tell you that nothing but sheer, cold, logic, like the kind we see in John in 5x13 gets you into Stanford Law. Maybe that’s why he and John clashed so much, and why Sam was so compassionate to Henry; maybe that’s why Dean tolerated his dad more than Sam did. Sam did have a mom, and it was Dean. Because Mary is so upset, so affected by her family, and would’ve protected them at any cost. Like Dean does. (Also I like to imagine Dean being like Samuel, if and when he has a child.). Nature, per se, has given them all the tools to become thoroughly terrifying human beings.

So we have training, confidence, knowledge, experience and genetics. Ladies and gentlemen, I presently to you my thesis on why Sam and Dean Winchester are not people you ever want to encounter.

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Dean Spam #4: Chubby - Request

Requested by @totheworldosanime​: Could you write a Dean winchester ×reader where the reader is definitely plus size and so can’t do all the “cute couple things”? Like the guy pick her up and spin her around or can’t do piggy back rides? Maybe somethin like she is their librarian and so doesn’t do feild work as much. & anon: chubby reader and dean she’s wearing spandex shorts and a Tshirt on a hunt with a utility belt where she has her guns and spells.

Hidden Word: Yoda by @belloangelus​

Warning: Implied smut, mean comments, very short.

A/N: I don’t know why people think chubby means insecure, but I’m not going with it. Maybe this is too much, maybe some of you will think reader is coming off like a bitch. Idgaf.

Enjoy!

The two brothers rested against the black Impala, which was hotter than usual because it was parked right in the middle of the empty street, with the sun reflecting all over it. Both men had a beer in hand and, surprisingly enough, they both had sunglasses on.

“Do you really think she’ll come?” Asked the taller one, looking down to his brother.

“Of course she will, I asked her to.”

“She doesn’t like field work…” The taller insisted.

“So?” Replied his brother, “She likes me, and that is more than enough.”

Before they could continue arguing, the roar of another car broke the silence in which they had been waiting. They turned around, as a red Mustang approached. Three silhouettes could be seen from afar, two of which were male and one, the driver, female.

“I told you she’d come,” replied the eldest, slurping down the last sip of his beer.

The car parked right by the Impala, the brothers walked closer to it, smiling to the passengers with gratitude.

“Next time, I want to drive shotgun,” one of the men argued, he had been sitting in the back and was now leaving the car angrily. His all-black outfit had a nice contrast against the red car.

“Next time, you are not coming,” the other man snapped back, leaving the car as well. His trench coat felt out of place because of the weather, yet he didn’t seem to notice.

“Enough with the sword fight, guys,” she said, still from the inside. “We all know mine is bigger.”

Both men rolled their eyes as the taller brother laughed. The other one had walked to her side of the car to open the door and help her out.

“Dean,” she greeted flirtingly.

“(Y/N),” he replied in the same voice tone.

“Just lick each other’s faces already,” the man in black groaned and turned his back to them.

“Not until I say hello to Sam,” She said with a smirk. “Hello, Sam.”

“Hello, (Y/N),” Sam greeted back, trying to hold back a chuckle.

“Now, come here,” Dean purred and held her face between his hands before ravishing her lips in a playful kiss.

“I will never understand humans,” the one in the trench coat commented, tilting his head as he stared at the couple, “he kisses her but he doesn’t kiss you, Sam, like that… He doesn’t kiss you at all.”

They went back to their cars, this time the angel in the trench coat decided to go on the Impala, allowing his companion to drive shotgun in the Mustang. They chose a diner, not far from the motel in which the brothers were staying at.

The waitress was a pretty girl, probably working there because there was nothing else she was good at, except blow jobs perhaps. She could’ve been a model if she was a bit taller, but she wasn’t and instead she was serving them.

Her grey eyes were on Dean, hating the idea of him being all over (Y/N). While the rest of them ordered, he couldn’t help but to kiss her face and whisper sweet nothings into her ear.

“What about you, handsome?” The waitress interrupted, trying to get some attention for herself. She was used to have all of the customers drooling over her.

“I’m having a number three with extra cheese and extra bacon,” he replied instantly.

The waitress did a couple more, unnecessary and stupid, questions about his order, and Dean, being the gentleman he was, answered to all of them without hesitation. (Y/N), in an attempt to keep herself from killing the waitress, looked outside the window by her side.

There was a couple right across the street. It was a bus stop and one of them had just returned from a trip. The boy didn’t hesitate to lift his girlfriend up, swirling her around with joy; this made (Y/N) smile, for she adored to see other couples in love.

“It must be hard,” the waitress commented, dragging everyone’s attention to her, “not being able to do all that cute stuff because of your weight.”

(Y/N) laughed, nonchalantly, and pressed a hand against Dean’s chest to keep him from saying anything. “No, not at all. I’m too much of a woman to be carried around like a doll.”

“Oh, burn,” the demon mumbled as a devilish smile grew across his face.

“I… I don’t get it…” She stuttered.

“I’d recommend you to get back to the kitchen, eat a bit more to see if you get what I mean,” (Y/N) winked.

“Well,” The waitress continued, feeling offended by her attitude, “I guess you can carry him like Yoda or something.”

“I bet you’d like that,” (Y/N) faked a smile and handed the menu to the waitress, who took it without really looking at it.

The dinner went by without any further comment about her weight, like always. Sam and Dean paid the meal, and then they all went to the Motel room, where they started getting prepared for the hunt.

Sam had given (Y/N) a special soap to bath with. They were hunting vampires, and Sam had read the recipe in a book under the promise that it would hide a human from the vampire’s keen sense of smell.

She showered with the soap, which was slimy and coloured in a very dark red that resembled her of coagulated blood. Then, she got dressed with spandex shorts, a t-shirt and put on her utility belt - and invention of hers with which she could carry around everything she needed for the hunt.

After leaving the shower, she hopped on the Impala, where Castiel and Crowley were already waiting. The brothers had rented another room for Dean and (Y/N) to stay in, and so they had two showers for each one of them.

Fifteen minutes later, they were all in the car, ready to go on for the hunt.

They were hiding at an abandoned movie theatre. Dean parked the car far enough for them to move comfortably, and helped his girlfriend out of the car.

“Wow, you’re wearing that?” He inquired, instantly looking down at her bare legs.

“Yup,” she replied listlessly, fixing her utility belt, which had gone out of place during the drive.

“Why?” Dean insisted.

“I sweat during hunts,” she answered, “it’s my consequence for never doing field work…”

“You are always welcome to come with us,” Sam added, walking past them to the trunk to get out his weapons.

“Yeah, specially wearing that… You know we have a room for ourselves, right?” Dean commented, giving her the perve-puppy eyes.

“I know,” She winked and then walked away, leaving Dean almost drooling.

The utility belt turned out to be a lot more useful than the Winchesters gave it credit. Dean couldn’t help but to cheer out loud everytime she popped a new hex-bag or weapon out of it, always comparing it to Batman’s and praising (Y/N).

Crowley didn’t do much, he only made sure the vampires didn’t went out of the place, they needed to interrogate them. Castiel did his usual job, and Sam finished the work along with the angel by tying every individual with ropes, for interrogation.

(Y/N), who was the intellectual one of the group, took over the interrogation, getting the information they needed after a couple trick questions. Then, Crowley took every vampire’s life within seconds.

It had been awfully simple, which could only mean things would be getting worse, eventually. However, that night they had a victory and they would enjoy it as long as it lasted.

Sam went out to a bar, trying to find someone to hook up with, while Castiel followed along, in an attempt to understand human behaviour a bit better. Crowley disappeared, and (Y/N) and Dean were left alone at last.

They were at the Impala’s hood, looking at the sky, although it had no starts. The moon was split in half, but shining bright over them, and the sounds of the city invaded the air. It smelled of gasoline and dirt, but that was their own little paradise.

“(Y/N)…” Dean called. They had put music but the cassette had finished a long time ago and they hadn’t even noticed.

“Hmmm,” she replied, looking at him.

“What did I do to deserve you?” He flirted, making her smile.

“I believe it was the fact that you stopped the Apocalypse,” She said. “I honestly can’t think of any other reason why you would be deserving of such a beauty.”

Dean chuckled. “You may be joking, but you really are the best thing that ever happened to me.”

“I agree,” she continued, “because you are also the best thing that ever happened to me.”

He leaned closer to her, kissing her lightly. “You know we’re not a conventional couple?”

“Yes, thank God,” She smiled, “imagine how boring it would be?”

“Yeah…” Dean mumbled, “You do know why I’m saying it right?”

“I know.”

“That bitch… Who does she think she is?” Dean grunted.

“She’s insecure. She lives under the sense that being stereotypically beautiful will make her life better and, when she saw us, her whole bubble fell and she got defensive,” She explained calmly.

“How can you be so chill with that?” Dean argued.

“I pity every girl who isn’t me,” She answered without hesitation, and Dean laughed.

“I’m turning our romantic moment into a rant, aren’t I?” Dean blushed, hiding his face with his hands.

“No, not at all,” She whispered, full of sarcasm.

“Fine, I’ll stop,” he gave up, “why don’t we take advantage of that room for ourselves… Get cosy, and snuggle… Maybe make out a bit…”

“You think you can handle this woman?” She purred.

“No, but I think she can handle me in any way she wants…”

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[queen-of-deans-booty]

Croatoan- Part 2

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,238

Warnings: Typical Supernatural violence, angst, language, minor character death, blood, you know the usual,

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Aspen Way wasn’t that far away and you were knocking on the door in no time. A teenage boy with dark spikey hair answered it.

“Yeah?” The boy said.

“We’re looking for Duane Tanner. He lives here, right?” Dean asked, flashing the boy his badge.

“Yeah, he’s my brother. I’m Jake.” The boy said.

“Can we talk to him?” You asked.

“Oh, he’s not here right now.”

“Do you know where he is?” You asked.

“Yeah, he went on a fishing trip by Roslyn Lake.”

“Are your parents’ home?” Sam asked.

“Yeah, they’re inside.” Jake moved to go get his parents but his father called out for him.

“Jake, who is it?” A man said. You assumed it was his father. A large man came into view and you smiled at him.

“We’re U.S. Marshals, sir, and we’re looking for your son, Duane.” You said, clasping your hands together.

“Why? He’s not in trouble, is he?” His father asked, worried.

“No, nothing like that. We just need to ask him a couple of questions. No need to worry.” You said, assuring the man.

“When is he due back from his trip?” Sam asked.

“I’m not sure.”

“Maybe your wife knows then.” You asked.

“No, she’s not here right now.” Mr. Tanner said, sweat breaking out on his forehead.

“But your son said she was.” Dean asked, narrowing his eyes.

“Did I?” Jake said, biting his lip.

“She’s out getting groceries right now. So, when Duane gets back, is there a number where he can get a hold of you?” Mr. Tanner said. You noticed him being really anxious and trying to rush this trough. Something was going on.

“No need, we can stop by later.” You said, turning around. The door closed behind you and you stopped, looking at the brothers.

“That was really creepy.” Sam said, noticing the behavior too.

“We should check to see if something is going on. Let’s go.” You led the boys around the house to a window, peering inside. You gasped silently, seeing Mrs. Tanner, tied to a chair and was gagged. Jake appeared and put his hands on his mother’s shoulders.

“It’s okay, mom, this won’t hurt.” Jake said. But it was all muffled because the window was closed.

“What the hell is going on?” You whispered, not being able to take your eyes off this. Mr. Tanner came into the room where he had a huge kitchen knife in his hand. Jake rolled up his sleeve and his dad cut his arm, letting the blood drip from his son’s arm to his mother’s shoulder where there was a wound.

What the fuck was going on?

“Let’s go.” You and the brothers stood up, taking the guns from behind your back and raising them. Dean kicked down the door and you three rushed in, pointing the guns everywhere. Mr. Tanner turned to you and growled, running at you with the knife.

You didn’t want to do this but he was going to kill you if you didn’t. You shot him in the chest three times, knowing he was dead when he fell to the ground. Jake jumped through a closed window, shattering the glass and running off into the woods. Sam had a lock on him but he never pulled the trigger.

That hesitation is what let Jake get away.

You rushed to the woman who was crying and took off her gag. Sam rushed and untied her from behind. Dean was on the lookout and he sighed.

“Shit, what the hell happened?” The woman was too scared to talk and you looked at Sam for help. He nodded and helped the woman up, making sure she was stable.

“We’re going to get you to a hospital. I saw one on the way here.” Sam helped the woman out to the car.

“Dean, you should probably take that body with us.” You said, pointing to the dead man.

“What? Why me?”

“You think I can lift that man? Sam is with the wife. So, you have to do it. Come on, just wrap and pick him up.” Dean sighed and got something to cover him with and picked the man up, walking back to the Impala.

The woman was already in the backseat and Sam was in the passenger’s seat, trying to talk to her. Dean looked around before opening the trunk. He placed the body in there. Man, a dead body and a crazed family. Your life was amazing.

The whole ride to the hospital, the woman didn’t make a sound. You learned her name was Beverly from Sam but that is all he got out of her. When Dean parked, Sam got out and was the one to help her inside. You looked at Dean who stood by the trunk with a nod.

You nodded and walked inside, seeing a nurse was already helping Sam and Beverly.

“What happened?” She asked, looking at the injury.

“She was attacked.” Sam said, keeping the details to himself for now.

“Doctor Lee?” The nurse called out. Your eyes zeroed in on her name badge that read ‘Pam’. Doctor Lee rushed out and immediately got help for Beverly.

“Bring her in!” The doctor ordered. Pam lead you, Sam, and Beverly into a back room where Doctor Lee already was. Just then, Dean walked in with Mr. Tanner over his shoulder.

“Who is that?” Dr. Lee asked.

“Mr. Tanner.”

“Was he attacked too?”

“No, he actually did the attacking and then got himself shot.” You said, butting in.

“And who are you?” She asked Dean suspiciously.

“U.S. Marshal. I’d show you my badge but I kind of have my hands full.” Dean said.

“Oh, sorry, bring him back here.” Dr. Lee showed where to place the body and Dean did as he was asked. In the meantime, Pam was getting Beverly ready to attend to her wounds. Pam got out all the tools that Dr. Lee would need.

Dr. Lee came back and got in front of Beverly who already had her shirt off. Dr. Lee got ready to treat the wound that Beverly had on her shoulder.

“Would you tell me what happened?” Dr. Lee asked, cleaning the wound.

“My family attacked me. My son and my husband beat me and tied me up.” She said sadly.

“I don’t believe it.” Pam said, watching.

“Pam, please,” Dr. Lee said, looking at the nurse. She turned back to Beverly with a serious face. “Do you have any idea why they would act this way? Any history of chemical dependency?”

“No, of course not. I don't know why. One minute they were my husband and my son. And the next, they had the devil in them.” You stood by the door with the Winchesters, listening in. When you heard her say ‘devil’, you took both brothers’ hands and took them out into the hall.

“Okay, what do you think is going on?” You asked, biting your lip.

“Maybe mass possession with a lot of demons?” Sam suggested.

“If it is a possession there could be more. I mean, God knows how many, it could be like a fucking Shriner convention.” Dean said, sighing.

“Awesome. More demons to harass us.” You said, crossing your arms.

“That doesn’t make any sense though, there wasn’t any back smoke or any of the usual signs with Mr. Tanner.” Sam said.

“Doesn’t matter. Something turned him into a monster and we would have one less to worry about if you would have taken out the other one.” Dean said, looking at his brother.

“I’m sorry, okay, for fucks sake, that was a kid!”

“No, it was an “it”. Not the best time for a bleeding heart, Sam.” Dean said, looking at you. You couldn’t help but think of Croatoan. You weren’t stupid at all but what if that had something to do with this?

“What are you thinking?” Dean asked.

“What if what happened in the 1500s is happening now?” You looked at the brothers. Before they could answer, Dr. Lee came out of the lab, her heels clacking loudly in the otherwise empty hall. You three turned to her, putting your conversation on hold.

“How is Beverly?” Sam asked.

“Terrible! What the hell happened out there?” Dr. Lee demanded to know.

“If we knew, we would tell you.” You said.

“Yeah? Well, you just killed my neighbor.” She said, glaring at you.

“Didn’t have much a choice when he came at me screaming with crazy eyes and a knife.” You said, taking a few steps to her but you felt a hand on your shoulder.

“Fine, so, self-defense. Great, but we need the county Sherriff and a coroner but the phones are down. Please tell me your police radio is at least working.” Dr. Lee asked, looking at Sam.

“Sorry to disappoint but no, it isn’t.”

“Great, more shit to stress about.” Dr. Lee said, scoffing lightly.

“How far is the next town over?” Dean asked.

“40 miles, give or take. Sidewinder is the closest one.”

“Alright, I’m going down there to see if I can find some help,” Dean said, looking at Sam. “Keep them safe.”

“Safe from what?” Dr. Lee asked.

“We’ll get back to you on that.” Dean said, walking to the front door. You looked at Sam and sighed, following Dean.

“Wait, Dean,” He stopped and turned to you. “Are you sure that's a good idea?”

“We have to at least try.”

“I know. Just, please be careful. I would go with you but if whatever happened to Mr. Tanner is going to happen to his wife, I need to be here.” You said, sighing and placing your hands on his chest.

“Good, stay here and help Sam. I will be fine, you know that.” He leaned down and kissed you softly. You kissed him back, bunching his shirt up in your fists before pulling away hesitantly.

“I love you.” You whispered. Dean didn’t say anything but kissed your cheek before leaving. You knew he loved you as much as you loved him. His actions proved that to you, but it would be nice to hear him say it once in a while.

You sighed and walked back to the hallway but no one was there.

“Sam?” You asked, looking in the rooms as you passed them.

“In here!” You heard him from one of the back rooms. You walked insider to see him staring at the dead body of Mr. Tanner while Dr. Lee was looking at something through a microscope.

“What’s going on?” You asked, looking at the doctor.

“She took a blood sample from him to tell us what happened to him. Maybe it could explain what’s been going on.” Sam said.

“I was serious before. What if this is all caused because of something called the Croatoan? I mean, they didn’t really have the resources we have today.” You whispered to him.

“I guess we’ll find out.” Sam said, turning around to face the doctor.

“This is odd.” The doctor said.

“What is it?” You asked, walking closer to her.

“His lymphocyte percentage is pretty high. His body was fighting off a viral infection.”

“A virus? What kind of virus?” You asked.

“I wish I knew.” She sighed.

“Do you think this infection is what caused him to act out?” Sam asked.

“Possibly but even then, I’ve never heard of something like this. I mean, some can cause dementia and other results but not this kind of violence. I’ve never seen anything like this before.” She said in a puzzling tone.

“What haven’t you seen before?” You asked.

“Well, his blood. There’s this weird residue in it. If I didn’t know any better, I would say it was sulfur.” She said.

“Awesome,” You nodded, walking out of the room. Sam excused himself and joined you in the hall. “Great, demons. You think after years of trying to kill me, they would give up but no. Seriously, this demon thing is giving me a headache.”

“We should tell this to Beverly. She has a right to know.” Sam said, walking into the room where Beverly still was but this time, she had her shirt on. Dr. Lee and Pam were also in the room, ready to be the bearer of bad news.

“Beverly, we found something in the blood sample from your husband.” Dr. Lee started out with.

“What was it?” She asked worriedly.

“He had traces of a viral infection in his blood.”

“I don't understand. Are you saying my husband and Jake had a disease?”

“That's what we're trying to find out. Now, during the attack, do you remember having any direct contact with their blood?” Dr. Lee asked. You knew that she did because you saw it with your own eyes but you wanted to hear what she had to say.

“Oh, no, you think I have to virus now, don’t you?” She asked.

“Beverly, I don’t know what to think but it would help if we got a blood sample from you.” Dr. Lee looked at Pam who nodded and got the supplies ready while Dr. Lee sat in front of Beverly.

“Of course, Doctor.” Beverly said in a calm tone. You frowned, watching and observing her. Something was off. Beverly laid her hand in Dr. Lee’s gently before grabbing her wrist in rage. She yelled out and lashed out at Dr. Lee with her other hand.

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[sleepywinchester]

Behind The Story S2 | Pt. 8

Summary: They say things never go as planned and oh were they right. When you are giving a second chance in life, you’re only just begun to live. A baby girl came to the world but it doesn’t mean their road is over yet. The story about their relationship and family while shooting Supernatural and attending Conventions continues…

Author: sleepywinchester [prev. deanwinchester-af]

Characters: Jensen, Reader, Jared and Cast Cameos.

Pairings: Single!Jensen x Actress!Reader (Nina Dobrev)

Words: 2.1k

Beta: @waywardlullabies

Warnings: Fluff. { slightly angst }

Disclaimer: NO HATE TOWARDS DANNEEL!

Title: To The Freakin’ Moon.

Note: Hope you guys like this one!!! Feedback is always appreciated it. (x)

Jensen: “Good trip so far?”  

You: “She only dropped juice all over herself once and cried to the top of her lungs twice. It’s going great and everyone in this plane loves us.”

Jensen: “Ha! I’ll be in the lookout for viral videos of you sending someone to hell if they cross the line. Show em your mean right.”

You: “Funny. I wouldn’t be surprised if someone is a jerk to us.”

Jensen: “I wouldn’t be surprise if you kick their asses.”

You: “You know me so well. She’s sleeping right now.”

Jensen: “Give her a kiss for me. Gotta go.”

After locking your phone, you looked down to the sleeping beauty in your arms. Knowing she rested peacefully in your arms melted your heart. She didn’t have a care in the world. You knew she was feeling cold when her tiny body curled towards you. The corner of your lip curved up watching her seek for warmth in you. Slowly and trying not to wake her up, you grabbed the pink blanket from your bag and covered her up.  

The flight went on for two more hours until you finally landed in Vancouver. Jensen was waiting for you as you walked out of the airport. His smile got wider watching you walk towards him with the stroller.  The sudden flashing lights interrupted the moment.

Jensen’s picked up his pace and reached you and JJ. He gave you a kick kiss on the lips before escorting you towards the car. You re-adjusted your bag and followed him closely towards the car.

“Are you okay after the accident, Y/N?”, “When’s the wedding?”, “Is there a wedding at all?!”, “You gotta put a ring on it, Jensen! She’s too hot!”.

“Hey!” Jensen glared at the men surround you, “Back off!” He snapped at the paparazzi who was reaching and going too far.

You and Jensen glared at the paparazzi was a forty something dude, he laughed and kept taking photos of the three of you. The both of you walked straight to his SUV. Neither of you spoke but it was obvious, neither of you were comfortable.

“I hate this,” you breathed out.

“That last one was an asshole,” Jensen put his seat belt on and glancing at JJ in her car seat.  “At least they didn’t wake her up.”

You turned to glance at JJ, who is sleeping carelessly. The sight of your daughter made the uncomfortable feeling the paparazzi gave you drift away. Sometimes it blew your mind away how such a small human being had so much power over you.

“Yeah,” you smiled turned back to Jensen. “I missed you.”

Jensen flashed a grin and leaned forward, kissing your lips properly and without any rush this time. You haven’t seen him since Sunday morning when he left for work. 

You stayed in Austin till Monday because Gen talked you about some amazing bridal stores. It was a bummer when after spending an entire day looking for a dress, you didn’t had any luck.

“How was your day?” You asked Jensen as he drove down the highway.

He played with your fingers as he drove, his eyes focused on the road.

“It was alright,” he shrugged, “the usual, lots of horsing around and acting.”

You chuckled softly. “Sounds awesome. My last two days were full of changing diapers and looking for my wedding dress and not having any luck.”

“When you put it like that, sounds horrible,” Jensen half smiled.

“Nah,” you cocked your head, glancing at the trees, “I love changing diapers.”

Jensen laughed, making a turn, “Sorry you didn’t have any luck with the dress.” 

You shrugged, looking at him. “Maybe my dress is in LA or NY.”

“When are you going?” Jensen asked.

“I’m thinking when you leave for Rome with Jared,” you said undecided, “instead of going to Austin, I’ll meet with my mom in New York.”

Jensen nodded, “Sounds like a plan. Sucks that you’re not coming to Jus In Bello.”

You let a disappointed groan out, “It does! I love that freaking con but, mother duty calls.”

“Maybe we can take her next year,” Jensen said.

“Maybe,” you smiled. “I’m hungry.”

Jensen glanced at you, “Take out?”

“Yes, please,” you let out.

- - - -

Everyone on set greeted you with smiles, saying how beautiful JJ was and how fast she was growing. Whoever said babies grow up like plants was completely right.  After hair and makeup, Ley,la one of the set assistants, let you know they needed you.  You left JJ with the nanny in your trailer and headed to set.

The scene you were about to shoot was with Jensen and Jared in the bunker. There’s a new demon messing with the boys and, more specifically, messing with Dean’s. You shook your head when you remembered the scene Jensen had to do yesterday. Instead of going the usual way, today you decided to walk around the set and get in from the back, specifically Dean’s room.  When you walked into set, your heart skipped a beat.

“What the hell?” You said out loud without thinking.

Jensen’s eyes were instantly on yours, “Babe!”

In that moment you realized they were still rolling and that you completely messed and barged into the scene.  Jensen and a woman were in bed making out. Jensen was shirtless and the woman was shirtless as well.

Your eyes widened feeling stupid for reacting to a scene like this. “I’m sorry!” You let out. “I completely forgot you guys were filming this first. My bad.” You glanced around.

“It’s okay, Y/N,” the director walked in, “we just needed to re-shoot the kiss because yesterday’s was…” He cleared his throat, “too real?”

You arched an eyebrow, “What do you mean by too real?”

“Shit,” Jared appeared.

Jensen stood up from the bed, he wore shorts and put on a black shirt and the pants he’s supposed to wear now.  The new actress stood up from the bed, wrapping the sheets around her body and walking away.

“Why is she doing the walk of shame in a set?” You blurred out and turned to Jared and the director.

“She’s naked,” the director said, “she said it would look more realistic. She didn’t had a problem with it and neither did we.”

Your jaw dropped after hearing what the director just said. “Excuse me?”

“Hey babe,” Jensen reached your side, this time being completely clothed.

Ignoring Jensen your eyes glanced everywhere, “Can someone explain me why the kiss was too real and why the hell is she naked?”

“She stuck her tongue out,” Jensen said, “it was nothing-”

It wasn’t nothing, it was everything but nothing. You didn’t want to make a scene and act extremely jealous but the thought of that woman being completely naked in a bed with Jensen made your blood boil. You didn’t understand why she stuck her tongue out while kissing Jensen.

Has she acted before? You can’t do that, not even you did it with Jensen and you were engaged. It was a television show, not a freaking porno. Even though you wanted to react and say your mind, you took a deep breath in and shake the thought away.

“We were messing their scene,” Jared spoke.

“I bet,” you faked a smile. “Are we gonna work or what?”

In that moment everyone went back to work and to prepare for your scene with Jared and Jensen. No one said a word but the air was clearly tense, even though everyone tried to ignore it and be like anything was happening.

“Action!” The director shouted.

“Hey, listen,” Jensen spoke to you with his Dean tone, “I don’t know how it got into my head!”

“Well,” you shot your arms to the air, “it clearly seemed like you enjoyed it!”

You swallowed  trying to ease the lump building up in your throat. For the first time in your career, you didn’t had to fake being upset. Jensen knew you weren’t faking it, he saw the cloud of tears building up in your eyes.

“Kat,” Jensen spoke softly, “you’re the only woman I dream about. Her getting into my head was just messing around for this to happen.”

He didn’t say what was written in the script; He improvised his words. A single tear slips down your face. You shouldn’t be showing this much emotion. The script ask you to be extremely mad at Dean. It tells you to storm out of the room without listening to reason but you couldn’t make yourself do it.

Instead of walking out of the library, you stood there, in front of Jensen, barely keeping it together. Jensen reached you and wrapped you in his arms.  

“I love you,” Jensen whispered on your ear.

“Cut!” The director said and walked to the scene.

You wiped away the tears and turned to the director.

“I don’t know what the hell was that about but,” the director sighed, “it was beautiful. We’re keeping that.” He told you and Jensen, “Next scene!”

Jensen turned to you as everyone walked away to prep for the next scene.

“I’m sorry,” Jensen told you. “Everyone was messing around and-,”

“- it’s okay,” you spoke with a weak smile, “I know you love me and I know you’ll never hurt me. It just took me by surprise seeing her naked on top of you…”

“You know it doesn’t mean anything,” Jensen said.

“I know,” you nodded, “and I hate watching you with another woman that close to you. I hate that the writers are adding this slut demon. But,” you sighed glancing away for a moment before locking your eyes with Jensen. “Is the job and I have to suck it up. ”

“How did I end up with such a cool chic?” Jensen placed his arm over your shoulder.

The corners of your lips curved up recognizing the line. “I don’t know,” you shrugged following his lead as the both of you walked. “Guess I have low standards.”

Jensen’s adorable eyes crinkles appeared as he smiled. Suddenly his fingers went down to your waist and started to tickle you. Instantly, you bursted in laughter and began to try escape his hands but it was worthless.

“Stop!” You giggled still trying to get away.

“Tell me how much you love me,” Jensen said through his laugh. When Jensen saw you shake your head and acted hard to get, he kept tickling you. “I won’t stop until you give in!” He shouted, ignoring the people around.

You giggled dropping your head backwards, “I-,” you shut your eyes, “Okay! I give in! You win!”

“How much you love me?” Jensen hold you close by your waist.

You sighed placing a hand on his chest and the other around his neck, “To the freakin’ moon.”

“That’s my girl,” Jensen flashed a grin and kissed you.

- - - -

You were walking out of the trailer with JJ on hands. Jensen was waiting in the parking lot to go home after a long day. Your daughter giggled at the funny face you gave her.

“You guys are so cute,” a woman’s voice suddenly spoke.

Looking up your eyes met with Claudia, the new guest actress. She stared at you and JJ, her small body blocking the way to the parking lot. You took a deep breath, adjusted JJ on your hip before speaking.

“Thanks,” you said, trying your best to stay polite.

“I’m Claudia,” she spoke.

“I know,” you replied, “Y/N.” You added a fake polite smile, “Nice to meet you.”

Claudia smiled back, “My pleasure! I’ve been wanting to meet you for so long and after what happened this morning… I thought it was just right for me to formally introduce myself.”

“Oh,” you shifted the weight of JJ, “is alright, the scene just caught me off guard.”

“Still. I’m sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable.”

You didn’t believe in her apology. The tone of it didn’t sound genuine, it sounded like she was acting. “If I’m being honest the only thing that made me feel uncomfortable was when Jensen told me you stuck your tongue out while kissing him.” Your tone wasn’t polite anymore.

“Oh,” Claudia’s eyes widen, “I’m sorry about that.”

“Are you really?” You cocked an eyebrow. “Look, I get it, Jensen is super hot. Maybe you found an opportunity and you took it. I know you’re staying and there’s going to be a lot of drama in the show with our characters. Let’s just keep it there, okay? I have a daughter with the man,” You spoke, tilting your head towards JJ, “and we’re getting married. We don’t need drama in our lives.”  After letting her know how you felt, you walked away.

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Wiccan Expo

Phoebe entered the kitchen that morning to find Piper cooking breakfast, as usual, and Paige sitting at the table playing on her tablet. Phoebe made her way to the coffee and poured herself a cup.

“Hey Phoebe,” Paige said, “are you up for a little adventure today?” Phoebe responded with a grunting sound. “Is that a yes or a no?”

“It’s a don’t ask questions until the first cup of coffee of gone.” Piper chimed in. Phoebe nodded in agreement. Piper brought over a plate full of pancakes and sat down. Paige set her tablet aside and reached for the pancakes.

“This looks really good, Piper. Thanks for making it.” Paige said.

“So what’s this little adventure you want to go on?” Phoebe asked after taking the last big gulp of her coffee.

There’s a Wiccan convention at the expo center today. I think it could be fun.” Paige told the sisters.

“That sounds kind of cheesy.” Piper said sipping on her coffee.

“Yeah, I don’t know, Paige.” Phoebe said. “What’s the likelihood that it’s going to be real Wiccans, and not a bunch of Goth kids.”

“I’m pretty sure it’s going to be mostly Wiccans there.” Paige said around a mouth full of pancakes.

“Paige, don’t talk with your mouth full.” Piper pleaded.  

Paige swallowed her mouthful of pancakes and said “Look at some of the stuff that’s going to be there.” She handed Phoebe and Piper her tablet. Piper starts scrolling through the website while Phoebe looked over her shoulder. They saw three of the local stores that the sisters shop at regularly would be there, plus stores from all over that state.

“Look,” Phoebe said, pointing to a line on the screen. “The Magic Box from Sunnydale is going to have a booth.”

“You could stock up on stuff and save on shipping. What do you say Phoebe? Please. I really want to go, and I don’t want to go by myself.” Paige was pleading.

“If you two go, how are you going to get there, Phoebe’s car is getting fixed, and  who’s going to watch Payton?” Piper asked.

“Damn. I forgot about your car. Can’t you come to Piper? We can take Payton with us and make a day of it.” Paige said.

“Take Payton where?” Prue asked as she walked into the kitchen.

“To the Wiccan convention at the expo center.” Paige answered.

“You guys should go. I’ll be there. The magazine is doing a full write up on it, and how much the Wiccan culture is growing.” Prue told them.

“Then it’s settled. We’ll have a sister day.” Paige proclaimed.

“I guess I can put off the paperwork at P3 for a day. You had better go get Payton up.” Piper said.

“I’m on it.” Paige said jumping out of her seat. She grabbed Piper and Phoebe in a hug, gave a squeal, and ran out of the room.

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“Xander, please watch where you’re going.” Giles said in his stuffy British accent. “That trunk is full of very fragile magical items.”  

Xander turned his attention back to carrying the trunk instead of looking at the girl walking by. “Can’t a guy enjoy the view?” he asked, looking back at Giles.

“Xander!!” He jumped at the sound of Anya’s voice and ran into a table. The trunk went flying from his hands. Everyone gasped and waited for the crashing sound. But it didn’t come. Willow had reached out with her magic and caught the trunk mid fall. Xander let out a sigh as the trunk floated the rest of the way to the booth they were setting up for the Magic Box at the San Francisco Wiccan convention.

“Good save sweetie” Tara said softly to Willow.

Willow had been practicing magic for a few years now and she was getting pretty good. Floating things is now as easy as breathing. She’s been moving up to bigger spells. Right now she was working on perfecting a spell to conjure balls of daylight to help Buffy fight vampires.

“Xander Harris! Were you looking at that girl’s butt?!” Anya asked. She could get very jealous. After all, she did spend a thousand years cursing men that were unfaithful.

“No!” Xander said in a high pitched voice. Anya gave him a look that said she didn’t believe him. “Okay, I looked. I like to look. But you’re the only one I want.” That answer seemed to please her. She smiled and gave him a kiss.

Xander relaxed as she walked over to Willow and Tara and started giving orders in setting up the booth. He was always afraid he was going to mess this relationship up, like he had with Cordelia. Well, not exactly like that, since what messed that up was Cordelia walking in on him and Willow kissing. He was sure that wasn’t going to happen again since Willow was gay now. Not that Xander didn’t fantasize about what Willow and Tara did behind closed doors.

“No, no, no. You can not put demon bile next to the toad stole!” Anya’s voice broke into his thoughts. He couldn’t help but smile as Anya tried to take over the whole booth. He was glad that she found something she loved doing.

“Anya,” Giles said, “we have a small area in which to put things.”

“But it looks tacky!” Anya wined

“As long as we’re not putting things together that would cause a reaction, I think we can manage.” Gile tried to reason with her.

“Fine.” Anya said feeling a little defeated.

“Oh my.” Giles said looking at his watch. “I’m going to be late for the session on how to make sure your supplies are good quality. Anya, please try to be nice to potential customers. And Xander, just don’t touch anything.”

“If they have money to give to me, I’ll be nice.” Anya told him. She was still pretty new to customer service, but she really liked it when people gave her money. It made her feel like she had a purpose again.

“She’s really getting to hang of capitalism, isn’t she.” Xander said to Giles in a proud way. Giles took off his glasses and starting clean them, as he always did when he was frustrated.

“Don’t worry Giles, we have everything under control.” Willow said

“That’s what I’m afraid of.” Giles said under his breath as he started to walk away. He would be happy if the booth was still standing when he returned.

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Payton had not wanted to get out of bed. Paige had thought the eight year old would be excited about doing something that involved magic, but Payton had pulled the covers over her head and told her to go away. After the threat of Paige singing one of Payton’s most hated songs, Payton crawled out of bed and got dressed. Paige was worried about her, but Prue and Piper said they thought she was getting ready for another growth spurt. Payton was quiet the whole ride to the expo center. This really had Paige worried.

The five Halliwell sisters walked into the expo center at the main entrance. As soon as they entered Payton’s eyes grow wide at the sight of all the different booths. They took a map of the convention and started looking at everything being offered. Somewhere inside they could hear drumming.

“Oh, can we go see the drummers?” Payton asked excitedly.

“That sounds like a great place to start.” Prue said. “I should be able to get some good photos there.”

The sisters headed toward the stage, Payton almost running. “See,” Piper said to Paige. “She just needed to know there was something here for her. And look at all the kid friendly things they have.” Piper handed Paige the flyer. “She will love the crafting area.” Paige said. As they walked on, Paige’s worrying started to subside.

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The drummers were amazing. After about a half hour of watching them Prue was sure she had some great pictures of them and the huge group of people dancing. Paige and Phoebe had let themselves get pulled in, and were dancing up a storm.

“Payton come on!” Paige called. Payton shook her head no, terror showing on her face. “You dance all the time at home.” Paige came over and Payton ducked behind Piper for protection. “Oh come on, Chicken” Paige said as she grabbed Payton’s arm and started to pull her out from behind Piper.

“No!” Payton yelled in fear. This shocked Paige so much that she let go of her.

“Okay, Paige. Enough. She doesn’t want to.” Piper said.

Paige shook her head and went back to where Phoebe was dancing.

“Didn’t want to dance?” Phoebe asked as Paige came back.

“She acted like I was trying to make her pet a troll. This isn’t like her.”

“We’ll all have our bad days. I’m sure it’s nothing. Just enjoy yourself.”

Prue came over to Piper and Payton. “Everything okay?” she asked. She had seen what had happened with Paige. Payton nodded that everything was fine. Prue looked at Piper to confirm Payton’s answer. Piper just shrugged. “Well, I’ve got enough pictures here, so I’m going to go see what else I can get pictures of.”

“Can I come with you?”Payton asked. “Sure, but I thought you were enjoying the show.”

“I’m just ready to see something else.” Payton answered.

“I’ll come too.” Piper said. “Phoebe.”

Phoebe looked over at her sisters and Piper motioned that they were going. Phoebe gave the thumbs up that she got the message. The three Halliwell sisters walked off, while the over two continued to dance.

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“Oh the drumming is starting.” Willow said to Tara. “Then we should head over there.” Tara replied. “Anya, we’re going to the drumming show.”

“Good” Anya said “There are too many of you here.”

“Oh, will there be dancing?” Xander asked.

“I would image so,” Tara said.

Xander gave Anya his puppy dog look.

“Go. Just make sure you come back to me.” Anya said stepping closer to him and running her hand over his chest.

“You know you’re the only girl for me.” He said with a smile. Anya kissed him and as he turned to walk away she smacked his butt. Xander gave a little yip.

Willow shook her head and reached for Tara’s hand. Tara moved closer to Willow. She gave her a quick peek on the check. After two years together that still sent flutters through her stomach. Willow had had strong feelings for Oz, but nothing like this connection. Willow was planning on asking Tara to marry her on their next anniversary.

By the time they got to the stage area, people were already dancing.

“This is heaven” Xander said.

Willow pulled Tara into the group, and they began dancing to the primal rhythm on the drums. Willow could feel the power  the group was producing and let it flow through her. Xander decided to join in and started to make his way to the girls when he tripped and fell into Phoebe and Paige. Xander gave his goofy, embarrassed smile.

Willow made her way to him with Tara following close behind. “I’m sorry this doof fell into you. He has two left feet and they’re on backwards.” Willow told the sisters.

“It’s true.” Xander said. They all laughed at his honesty.

It’s no big deal.” Phoebe said. “It was an accident.”

Willow introduced herself, Tara, and Xander to the girls.They all began to dance together. After a little bit Paige said “these drummers are really good.”

“They’re one of the best drumming groups in California.” Tara stammered. “At least that’s what I’ve read.”

“I believe it.” Phoebe said.

“They were in Sunnydale a few months ago. They gave an amazing performance.” Willow told them.

“Is that where you’re from?” Phoebe asked. Willow nodded. “Cool. Our favorite magic store is from there. Maybe you’ve been there. The Magic Box?”

Willow laughed at this. “Not only have we been there, we practically live there. A good friend of ours owns it. We came with to help with the booth.”

“That is so cool!” Paige excitedly. “So do you know any real witches with powers?” Paige always wanted to meet other witches with powers like theirs. Phoebe gave her sister a look that told her to be quiet. These seemed like nice people, but they had been fooled before by demons looking for the Charmed ones.

Willow looked at Tara, and they both giggled.

“Willow and Tara are both pretty powerful witches.” Xander said proudly. “Saved my bacon many a time. Working with the slayer can get pretty dicy.”

“Xander!” Willow said hitting him.

“Aww. What?” he replied.

“What happened to our little secret?” Willow asked. “You know the whole not suppose to tell anyone about Buffy or that we actually have magic.”

“We are in a giant building, full of witches and I can’t talk about magic? That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard, and I say most of those stupid things.”  

“So you’re real witches with real powers?” Paige asked

“No!” Willow answered as Xander answered with a yes.

“That’s so cool,” Paige said. “So are we.”

“Paige, can I talked to you for a minute? Over here.” Phoebe said pulling Paige aside. “What are you doing? You can’t tell them who we are! What if they are demons or warlocks trying to get close to us?”

“I get a good vibe from them. I mean, they work at the Magic Box, for God sakes.” Paige answered Phoebe. Phoebe gave her a look. “Fine. If you don’t believe me, believe your power. When Xander fell into us did you have a premonition about them?”

“No. If I had we would have left.” Phoebe said.

“Then there’s your answer.” Paige said matter-a-factly.

“Paige, it doesn’t always work that way.”

“Phoebe just trust me on this, please.” Paige begged

Phoebe took a deep breath and thought about it. Paige had a point. If they were demons and after them she would’ve had a premonition. She know Paige longed for someone outside of the family to talk to about magic, that could understand the things she was going through. “Alright. I trust you.” Phoebe finally said. She put her arm around Paige and they walked back over to the others.

“Everything okay?” Xander asked as the girls walked back over to them.

“Yeah. My sister is just overprotective.” Paige said. “So do guys fight demons?”

Willow didn’t really know if she should answer that question. Tara could see that Willow was torn. She give Willow’s hand a squeeze to let her know it was okay.

“Mostly vampires, but there have been demons.” Willow said.

“So you have powers?” Tara asked in her shy way.

“We do. Phoebe premonitions.” Paige said

“Paige,” Phoebe said in a warning ton.

“And I can move things.” Paige said. She looked around and saw a cup sitting on a table. She held her hand out and said “cup”. Everyone watched as blue lights sparkled over her hand and the cup appeared. “See”.

“That is awesome!”  Xander said. “Will, show her what you can do.”

WIllow looked at Tara and she gave Willow a small nod. Willow stared at the cup in Paige’s hand. Slowly it began to float over to her. Once it was over her hand, there was a small flash of fire and the cup gone.

“Wow! You can move things and conjure fire! We only have one power each, except for our baby sister.” Paige said.

The drummers stopped drumming. They thanked the crowd and received cheers. The MC came on stage and announced that the speaker on meditation would start in an hour.

“We should go check on Anya,” Willow said. “Want to come with?”

“Sure” Paige said.

“Paige, we should probably go find Prue, Piper and Payton.” Phoebe told her.

“Just text them and tell them to meet us over there. It’s one of the booths they wanted to go to anyway.” Paige said. Phoebe gave a nod and pulled out her phone. She sent Prue a text while the group headed off to the Magic Box booth.

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Down in the underworld demons of all kinds were fighting for the power to take over the Source’s thrown. Britteny, a sorcerer, was making her own plans. She had decided that she would make the Charmed Ones give her their powers she told her faithful underling Drax.

“But, my queen,” Drax started. He know Britteny did not like to be questioned. She gave him a warning looking as he continued. “Many have tried to get them to give up their powers and have been vanquished. Even the mighty Source couldn’t achieve it. There must be some other way to take the thrown.”

“Do you doubt my powers?” Britteny yelled.  “Not at all, my queen.” Draw said timidly.

“See, where the others went wrong was allowing the witches to fight at the manor. They are the strongest there. We are going to trap them at that gathering and take everyone prisoner. The only way they will be able to save them will be to hand over their powers.

“And if they don’t, my queen?” Drax asked backing away.

“Well, if saving all those innocent people is not enough to influence them, then I have a contingency  plan that will leave them no choice. Now go! Gather the others while I finish mixing the potion that will trap the Charmed Ones.

[englishmansdcc]

Amit Chauhan is the creator of YAKUZA DEMON KILLERS, a fantasy/horror comic book series from IDW Publishing. AEISD contributor Mark Searby spoke to Amit about his DEMONS VS THE YAKUZA miniseries.

MS: Did you always want to be a comic book writer?

AC: That’s a funny one. When I was a kid I wanted to write comics but I had a period at University where I… didn’t fall out of love with comics… just wasn’t collecting as much. So I went and did film school at University and I met Mark Brennan [TEA FOR TWO director], and I wanted to do film scripts. Living in England, I went to work at ITV [UK commercial TV network] and it didn’t click… something didn’t work.

I came over to the States and I was having lunch in a diner with a guy who did artwork for X-MEN, Jim Muniz, and we were chatting and I was telling him all these crazy film ideas and he said “You know, you should write comic books.” So, I did self publishing and all the type of stuff writers do to get off the ground, just to learn the craft a bit more. It took off from there.

Mark Searby: Where did the idea for Yakuza Demon Killers come from?

Amit Chauhan: It was something I had in my bag for a while. I was a big fan of Anime growing up and a lot of old horror films. So it was a mix of all my interests and that kind of B-Movie feel to it. Some ridiculous premise and these two rivalling factions with thieves stuck in the middle of this madness going on around them.

As time goes on, when you’re pitching something in comics, you pitching different ideas to publishers and the first idea I had was for a book called BUTCHER, which I Kickstarted and the publisher was interested but they ended up not wanted to go that route and they asked “Have you got any other ideas?” and I said “I’ve got this one called YAKUZA DEMON KILLERS.” And they said “Great title! That’s the one!” Usually it takes months for something to get green lit and they green lit very quickly, within a month or two. Then we were all go. It was kind of wild.

Yakuza Demon Killers #1, cover art (image: IDW Publishing)

MS: The first few pages feature a drugged-out woman going on a heist and then everything kicking off. Did you always want to start the comic off with a huge BANG! Moment?

AC: I wanted it to be a book where you can take all the fun – all the smash, bang horror aspects – but I also wanted there to be a story about the thief’s evolution. She starts out as this strung-out druggy and will she end the book like that? Can she end the book like that? What kind of implication does that have? How does that affect her mindset? I wanted there to be some seriousness in there as well as all the crazy stuff.

You start off with such an impactful image of her hallucinating in an alleyway and I wanted that to be as if you are directly in this girls world and you know what her perspective is on her surroundings and then you are following her around as she is almost being dragged through this madness. It is kind of having that sense of no control over anything. The first issue I wanted to give that subtext that she has no control over anything and slowly, as the book goes on, she is getting more and more control.

MS: Yakuza Demon Killers is four issues. Did you envisage four comics from the beginning? Or did you want more?

AC: I think if you ask any writer they always want a bit more [laughs]. The industry right now is really hard to keep people’s attentions, so it started off back in the 1970s and 80s comic books went on for fifty, sixty issues on massive long runs and slowly over time especially in the last decade or so with the introduction of the internet and apps and smart phones people’s attention spans are getting less and less. People can’t wait for a lot of issues to see your book.

Maybe THE WALKING DEAD is one of the few exceptions to that. But you need something that is quick and is out there. They have the full story within a year. It is hard but working with time constraints helps as well because you’re not faffing along [laughs].

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MS: The artwork is quite terrifying. What was it like working with Eli Powell and K. Michael Russell on the project?

AC: Eli Powell is one of the most talented people I’ve ever worked with. He is unbelievable. We kind of had this psychic connection almost. When I write something he will show it exactly how it is. It is amazing. K. Michael Russell is the colour artist on it. He can either do very vibrant colours, if you see issue one where she is hallucinating he brings out these beautiful oranges and these warms tones, but then in other scenes you’ll see a much cooler pallet. He has this beautiful mastery over his art form. Both guys have been wonderful to work with.

To work with that kind of talent on my first series is… you couldn’t ask for a better team. Along with Marshall Dillon, who is the letterer. The letterer is the guy who doesn’t get enough credit. He really draws the reader’s eye through the comic book and is showing the reader how to follow the story. He is a wonderful wonderful talent.

MS: Did ever reject any of their artwork?

AC: The only time that happens is if a scene is drawn and maybe there is a misunderstanding with something. With Eli he is so on point and the same with K. Michael but sometimes something is focussed on that shouldn’t be. That’s mainly because you have a script in front of you and this person has to read your script, which is twenty two pages, and they are trying to take what they can.

The best of us, when asked to read something for work, can miss something. There are times when I’ve asked them “what did you think to this? Is this unrealistic?” Unrealistic in the main sense because it is a fantasy. I think we all keep each other in check which is nice. It’s kind of an open forum, which is cool. That’s a good way to work.

MS: What has the reception been like for the comics?

AC: It’s so interesting. We’ve had such good feedback. With any art you put out there, and I’ve realised this, all you can hope is that people understand the story and then you are going to get back someone’s personal preference. Some people have been, “I really love this,” and some have been, “Meh, it’s OK.” I’ve been really pleased with the reception. We had someone send us fan art. That was amazing because I’ve never had fan art before of a character I created. To have someone send that to you… WOW! It’s cool. It’s been wonderful.

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MS: What are your thoughts on the state of the industry at present?

AC: It’s the most accessible but hardest to get into [laughs]. Anyone can write a comic right now, which is amazing. Anyone can have a kickstarter. It has enabled everyone to have a voice. But because so many people want to get in and most of them are making books which are harder to get to publishers. More people are creating books now but the budgets and slates haven’t changed. It is highly competitive, which is great.

I think original IP’s have really taken off in the past decade because all these creators of all these stories… I love Spider-Man and Superman, but when you are writing for these big companies you have an obligation to do right by their characters. With creating your own work you can do anything you want. Maybe it works or maybe it doesn’t but it is YOUR choice. So creators can take huge risks and if it goes wrong it is own their own back. You can’t do that at bigger companies. There is nothing wrong with that and you should always be respectful of big characters because people grew up on those characters. It’s a very exciting time in the industry. There are so many voices out there.

MS: How important is it for someone such as yourself, who are promoting their own creations, to attend comic-cons?

AC: I’m at a lot of conventions this year and it’s getting difficult because there are so many now that they all start to clash a bit. It’s outreach. So when people meet you it is that connection. You can like a book but when you meet the author or you have a good interaction it is going to make you follow that author more. I love talking to fans. A true nerd will let you know if they loved it or hated it, and I love that about the accessibility of the industry.

MS: Do you find it hard to keep your nerdiness in check when you see some of the big players from the industry at the same events as you?

AC: Oh, 100%! [laughs]. The odd occasion that I get introduced to someone… it’s not tears [laughs]… when you break into any industry your friends are going to be the people you broke in with. Those are the ones you hang out with. I’m not going to be sitting at dinner with Stan Lee [laughs], but just sitting at a table with the likes of John Romita Jr. and you’re all pros at a convention. It is really strange. There are so many times I have to keep it in check [laughs].

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MS: One last question on YAKUZA DEMON KILLERS. Have you received feedback from real life Yakuza’s?

AC: Thankfully, no! [laughs]. In YAKUZA DEMON KILLERS, nearly all the places depicted are real places. I took photos when I went to these places. I was in Japan for a month taking pictures and sending them to Eli. In the first issue they go through the Tokyo National Museum and I took a bunch of pictures and sent them to Eli. The sword case in the book isn’t a sword case [in the museum] but it does have a statue in it. If you walk the same way through that gallery you’ll come to that case. I try to make sure it is the way it is. That is important to me.

Interview: @Mark_Searby talks to Amit Chauhan (Creator: @IDWPublishing's YAKUZA DEMON KILLERS) Amit Chauhan is the creator of YAKUZA DEMON KILLERS, a fantasy/horror comic book series from IDW Publishing…