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excessive-vampires · 2 months

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Dealing With Demons Chapter 4: That Didn't Go Well Part 1: Riley

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No one asked Riley how their evening was the next day at work. They had no idea what they'd have said if someone had. Thankfully everyone was too wrapped up in the new murder to care about anyone's personal life.

Riley felt more than a bit uncomfortable being thankful for that.

Before they could get too deep in that thought the elevator doors dinged and Mike ran over to Riley's desk.

"Guess who found us a suspect while out interviewing persons of interest!"

"Really? A former classmate has ties to the occult?"

"Nope! But one of the teachers does!"

"Oh! Nice!"

"And that's not all, he's an English teacher and the first victim was a newly famous author. I think your profile is right, these are envy killings."

Riley smiled. They were proud of that profile.

"Me and Sil are heading over to the guy's apartment to interview him now, it's basically a recon mission, so we want you with us."

"Alright, I'll grab my suit from my locker."

Riley's smile faded as they turned away from Mike. They remembered how Avi had claimed they could identify if a suspect had made a deal. It would be irresponsible not to call them. But then they'd have to tell Mike and Sil about staying in contact with a demon... Maybe they should wait and see how the interview went and then figure out what to do. Who knew, maybe he'd have the summoning rune still set up in his home and all of this would all be moot.

......

The English teacher did not have the summoning rune still set up in his home. In fact there was no evidence beyond the testimonies Mike had collected from a couple of other teachers and a rather nosy janitor that the man had ever had anything to do with the occult.

"We're sorry to disturb you, Mr. Bell," Sil said as the trio left the apartment. "We'll be on our way."

Bell slammed the door shut after them.

Mike winced. "That could have gone better."

Riley did not want to admit to themself what they knew they had to do.

"If only there was some way to prove he's demonically connected," Sil said.

Riley put their head in their hands.

"Yeah, I wish we had a spell you could cast that would tell us if he's sold his soul or not. Hey, you okay Riley?" Mike asked.

"Agent Bishop?"

Riley had emitted a pained groan, and now they slowly raised their head to look at their companions. "Okay, I might have a solution."

"Well come on then, spill it!" Mike urged.

"Let's um, let's step away from this guy's door first, this might get loud. Okay, do you remember that demon we came across like a month ago?"

Mike visibly shuddered. "Um, yeah. How could I forget?"

"I had nightmares about that thing for days." Sil said.

"Well... I sort of... y'see the demon..."

"Did you see them again? Did they threaten you?" Sil's tone was very serious and concerned.

"They gave me their number."

The silence lasted long enough for Riley's face to go as red as a tomato. Mike spoke up first.

"I thought you didn't date."

"N-Not like that! They said, um, they said they wanted to be friends."

"What the fuck?"

Mike and Riley stared for a moment with their mouths hanging open. Sil never cursed on the job.

The rest of the confession spilled out of them. "And last night I asked them if they could help out with the case."

"You did what?!"

"I was out of leads to follow, Sil, I just—"

"You could have died!" With Sil going off like this Riley felt like a child being scolded by a teacher.

"I don't think they want to hurt me. I think they just want to make sure the Bureau's not gonna banish them."

Sil looked like she was about to yell something else so Riley continued. "And anyway, what I'm trying to say is that they told me they can tell if someone's made a deal."

There was another silence.

"Nope, no way."

"Mike—"

"What if they're the one killing people, did you even consider that!"

"Mike," Riley pleaded again. "You said it yourself. These are envy killings, not avarice."

"We need to talk with Director Coleman about this. In person."

"For once I agree with Sil. Maybe the director can knock some sense into you."

"What, and give Bell time to skip town?" Anger bolstered Riley's confidence. "No. You guys can leave if you want but I'm calling Avi now."

"What could possibly motivate you to be this stupid? Seriously, Riley, this isn't like you," Mike said. And he was right. Riley was never this confrontational.

Why were they acting like this? After a moment the answer came to them.

"Lives are on the line. We have to take what help we can get. You can leave if you want."

It looked like Mike was considering it, then he sighed. "No. No way am I leaving you alone with them."

"Agreed. If we're doing this, we're doing it as a team."

"Thank you, really. That means a lot."

"Yeah, well, we're still telling Coleman everything when we get back to base," Mike said. "Now call the demon and get them here. I can't believe I just said that."

Riley got out their phone, pulled up Avi's name in their contacts and took a deep breath. Then they hit the call button.

It rang once. Twice.

"Hello? Riley?"

"Um, hi, Avi. You're on speaker with Mike and Sil."

"Oh! Hello Riley's team!" Avi sounded cheerful, as if they didn't have a care in the world. Mike and Sil remained silent.

"So, to what do I owe the pleasure of your call?" Avi said, ignoring the awkward pause.

"We, uh, we found a suspect but can't find any solid proof that he's tied to the occult. Do you think you could help?"

"I'll be right there. What's the address?"

It was the most awkward ten minutes of Riley's life waiting for Avi to get there. No one said a word, just stared at them disappointedly and shuffled their feet. Why was it taking so long? Demons could teleport!

Then the door leading outside swung open and Avi sauntered inside the building carrying three styrofoam cups.

"I brought everyone coffee!" They handed out the warm cups. Everyone accepted them but when Riley went to take a drink of theirs Sil looked them in the eyes and shook her head.

Avi was dressed professionally, in a light teal button-up and black slacks. Aside from the color they fit right in with the team's "We're definitely in the FBI" suits. Their cheerfulness seemed genuine, but their smile wavered for a second when no one drank their coffee. Relief flooded Riley when they realized that Avi hadn't brought a drink for themself. Riley didn't think their team knew enough about demons to realize what Avi being able to taste meant, but just in case, anything that made the demon seem more powerful was likely to get Riley in even more trouble.

"So." Avi clapped their hands together. "Where is our suspect?"

"Follow me," Sil said with professional seriousness as she led the way back to the man's apartment.

Once they got there Avi knocked politely but forcefully. Bell opened the door a crack.

"Didn't I tell you people to leave me alone?"

Avi pushed the door open wider and looked Bell over. When they spoke they did so casually. "Yep. This man sold his soul."

A look of panic flashed across Bell's face and he slammed the door shut.

"Get out of the way," Sil said as she took Avi's place and kicked the door in.

Avi grinned. "Oh, that was very cool."

Sil ignored them and walked into Bell's apartment, pointing her gun at him. The others followed, Riley a bit reluctantly. They hadn't exactly planned to be involved in the more action-packed parts of a case again so soon. Although, they should have expected as much after involving Avi.

"It's over, Mr. Bell. Surrender and come with us."

"I don't think so." Then he raised his voice until he was shouting. "I invoke our contract!"

"Shit. He must have some sort of protection clause." Avi rushed to get in between Bell and the others. Sil made a noise of protest.

Then the room went cold and a bright light flashed. When it faded a figure stood next to Bell. They were silver, reflective like a mirror, and crystalline. Just a basic humanoid shape with no features except for two eyes, which shone a poisonous green.

"This human is under my protection." The figure didn't have a mouth, but their voice was clear enough.

"Yeah," Avi said. "We'd like it if we could get you to renegotiate the terms of that contract."

The new demon looked at Avi with narrowed eyes. Then they took a step back. "How the hell did you get what every demon dreams of?"

Riley couldn't even take the time to process those words and wonder what they meant. There were two demons in the room with them. That might be about to start fighting. They were all going to die.

"Listen, that's not important right now. I'm Avi, they/them. You are?"

"Maximilian, he/him."

"Maximillian. Of course that's what a demon of envy calls himself."

"What?"

"Nothing. So, Maximilian, these people behind me would very much like for your client to stop killing people. Can you tell us the exact terms of your contract?"

"In exchange for this man Andrew Bell's soul upon his death happening without my involvement I am to deliver him to the homes of his five most hated enemies. I am then to make sure he has the means and opportunity to kill them, then transport him back to his home before law enforcement arrives on the scene. Until the last of the five are dead I am to protect him from those who wish to harm or imprison him. All aspects of my half of the contract cease when the last of the five dies."

Riley was a bit thrown off by the sudden lawyer-like tone.

"Damn. If not for the 'or imprison him' this negotiation might have been easy," Avi remarked.

"Yes, Mr. Bell was very thorough in his demands."

"Stop talking about me like I'm not here!"

"Apologies," Maximilian said without a hint of remorse.

"So that leaves two victims left alive."

"One," Riley interjected with no small amount of nerves. "Another died last night."

"One victim left alive. Thank you, Riley. Mr. Bell, what can we do to make you reconsider your stance on murdering this person?"

"Nothing!" The word was practically a hiss. "She doesn't deserve what she has! She has never in her life worked as hard as I have worked and—"

"Yes, yes, big villainous speech, you're very intimidating or justified or whatever it is you were going for. Now, can you tell me the name of this person?"

"Uh, Clara Bolton."

"And her address?"

Bell told them. He seemed too caught off guard to think not to.

"Excellent, and can you," Avi turned around and addressed the agents behind them. "Refrain from attempting to harm or imprison Mr. Bell until I get back?"

"What? Where are you going?" Riley asked.

"I've figured out a way for this to all work out, but I need to go somewhere first. Do you trust me?"

"I don't," Mike muttered from the back of the group.

"I give you three my word that what I'm going to do will help with this problem, and that I will be back as soon as I can."

"Why should that make us trust you?" Sil asked.

"All a demon has is their word. To break a promise would go against every fiber of my being."

"It's true." Riley turned to look at their companions. "A demon's promise is sacred." Riley hadn't read this in any book in the Bureau's library. This knowledge had come directly from their grandmother and they were willing to entrust their life to it.

Sil looked at Riley for a moment, then she turned to Avi. "Okay. We'll stand down for now." She put her gun away.

"Excellent! Now, Maximilian, can I get your word that while I'm gone you won't act against these three in any way unless they try to harm or imprison Mr. Bell?"

"Sure, seems easy enough. You have my word."

"Thank you. Now, I'll be back in just a moment."

Then Avi vanished. Even knowing he had promised to leave them alone, Maximilian's presence was somehow more threatening without a benign demon as a buffer.

When had Riley started thinking of Avi as benign?

Bell made a dash for the front door, Mike stepped in front of it and activated his shield ring.

"Sorry, nope."

"You can't imprison me!"

"It's not imprisonment, You could leave through the window before Avi gets back. If you're fast enough."

Bell looked to the window. He didn't seem very eager to navigate the fire escape. Then he looked at Maximilian imploringly.

"He's right."

"Damn!"

There was a long, silent, deeply awkward moment where no one did or said anything. Riley fought to keep their jaw unclenched and resisted the urge to hold onto their protection amulet. Sil kept unconsciously moving her hand towards her gun then stopping herself. Mike stood in front of the door as still and solid as a brick wall.

Then, Avi returned. And they weren't alone.

"Are you alright, Ms. Bolton?" Avi asked as she stumbled and nearly fell. Her face looked anything other than alright but she nodded anyway. Avi turned to Bell.

"Is this the correct Clara Bolton?"

"Yes."

"So your contract ends when she dies?"

"Yes."

Riley got an awful premonition of what Avi was about to do. But before they could say anything Avi had already covered their hand in the shining substance Riley knew to be their true form and ripped out her soul. Bolton's body fell lifeless to the floor.

"Well then. There's that settled."

Everyone in the room was the very picture of shock except for Avi and Maximilian. Maximilian looked down at Bolton's body.

"It is indeed settled. Have a nice life, Mr. Bell. I'll see you when you die." Then the demon of envy disappeared.

Riley was just about to start screaming in fear or shock or something when Avi did the last thing Riley was expecting them to do. They shoved Bolton's soul back into her body.

She took a gasping breath and started picking herself up off the floor. "What?"

"There you are, safe from Mr. Bell. I've fulfilled my end of the bargain," Avi said with a cocky smile.

Bell's face turned bright red. "That's not fair! My deal isn't done! Maximilian! Get back here!"

"Actually, Mr. Bell, you didn't specify that your enemies had to stay dead. Just that they die. Don't feel too bad though, almost anyone would have made that mistake."

A wordless scream tore free from Bell's throat and he ran at Bolton. Avi stepped in front of her and grabbed Bell by the shoulder. He struggled but Avi's grip never faltered.

"Riley? I believe it's time you and your friends apprehended your murderer."

Sil shook herself out of her visible shock.

"Right." She grabbed the handcuffs from her belt, secured them around Bell's wrists, and started listing off his rights.

Avi let go of Bell and turned to see Riley staring at them slack-jawed. The demon was still wearing a wide smile.

"What? You didn't think I thought you all would be okay with a plan involving permanent death, did you?"

"You... how..."

"By being very clever and very experienced with knowing all the possible loopholes in a contract."

Avi's earlier words rang in Riley's head, "I've fulfilled my end of the bargain."

"You made a deal with her didn't you?" Riley sounded disgusted. "You did this in exchange for her soul."

"The only way I could keep her soul on this plane of existence after killing her was if it had been promised to me. It was the only way to save her."

"She's safe now! Call off the deal!"

"No." Suddenly Avi's face and tone dropped to something serious.

"Why not?!"

"Because I held up my end, so one day she'll have to hold up hers."

Tears formed in the corners of Riley's eyes.

Avi's face softened. "I'm going to take her back home, you should help deal with Mr. Bell."

Riley turned back towards their companions as Avi grabbed Bolton and vanished.

"Riley," Mike said. "I've never heard you yell at anyone and you just yelled at a demon. I don't know whether to call you a badass or an idiot."

"I say idiot. Definitely. You can be the one to explain all of this to Coleman." Sil said as she led Bell towards the door.

Riley should've felt retroactively scared of the potential consequences of yelling at a demon. Or relieved that in this case there were no consequences. Or worried about how Coleman would react to this. Instead they were just sad.

"Come on guys, let's..." Riley sighed and wiped their eyes. "Let's just go back to base."

#dwd #riley pov

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sporktato · 1 year

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Continuing to be in Hell (or, more Ghost Ideas)

I have Ideas about a few Ghost-centered GhostSoap fics that I do not have the time or energy to currently write, so please accept these meager offerings in their place

1. Obligatory sickfic. I feel like I haven’t seen enough/any of these, and the potential is delicious. Please it’s obligatory this is also a request for someone else to write this too. The fever-induced flashbacks, etc, caretaker Soap, the flavours are melting in my mouth

2. Obligatory coffeeshop/flowershop AU BUT I’m making it more traumatic.

I’m thinking Price runs 141 Coffee (@bluishfishfood has an absolutely wonderful coffeeshop AU comic that I’ve sold my soul to and it is my inspo for this)

There’s a flowershop down the way that’s been closed as long as Soap and Gaz have been working at 141, until one day Gaz is like “Hey did y’all see that tall grim reaper-looking dude going into the closed flowershop? Wonder what’s up with that?” And Price books it over, because he knew the owners of Beth’s Flowers before, and he knows there’s only one Riley left, a tall grim reaper-looking dude, and maybe he’s excited maybe he’s scared, what the hell could Simon be doing in his dead brother and sister-in-law’s old shop?

Still deciding how Price and Ghost know each other, cause still debating how angsty with Ghost’s backstory I want to go. Could be very in line with comic canon with Roba and everything, and Ghost just got discharged after because he’s unfit for duty (which Price would know him through SAS). Could be just tragic car crash or something and maybe Price was one of the cops that dealt with it or something. Or could be somewhere in between, where the Riley family was just wrong place wrong time and got targeted by some fucked up people for no reason at all, and Simon had managed to be in the right place at the wrong time and missed the break in, the fight, the gunshots reported by the neighbors, the bloody beatings, and the torched house to destroy the evidence. There are murderers in this world, and entire families die. Maybe Price was a cop on that case too, and took Simon in for a bit after, till one morning Simon was just gone. And Price looks for him, but the kid was always a bit of a ghost, and Price can’t blame him for finding some corner to blow his brains out in, but he can blame himself - so he retires, opens a coffeeshop once he goes stir crazy, and suddenly Gaz is telling him Simon Riley is back.

Anyways Price shows up expecting nothing and anything, and sure as shit Simon Riley is standing in the middle of Tommy and Beth’s flowershop. He’s decided to try to reopen it, maybe sell plants as well as cut flowers (things you can root and grow and keep alive - there’s uh some symbolism there)

It still takes ages for Soap, Gaz, and the others to actually meet Ghost - Price can still see the cracks in Ghost and keeps his idiots on a tight leash, only letting himself be the one to run across the way every day to drop off a tea (on the house, of course).

Eventually, they meet, obviously. Maybe Soap’s closing up the late shift, and turns around and suddenly there’s a fucking demon in front of him - of course it’s only Ghost, in all black with a skeletal medical mask and skeleton gloves and hood up and somehow didn’t ring the bell over the door on entrance - but Soap had already shit himself.

Basically this one is just about healing, Ghost remembering his family without getting pulled down by them, and hey if there’s a mouthy barista just down the way that writes stupid as shit jokes on your cup it’s a plus as well.

3. Undercover Mission. Basically I’m gay uhhhhhhhhh They have to infiltrate some high end gala or something but it’s a group/person the 141 has dealt with before and “Everyone there is gonna recognize our faces, Price”, “Well there’s one face they’ve never seen”. Cue a pissed off but holy shit fucking sexy Ghost stepping into the room in formal wear and no mask and basically I just want Soap to have the biggest gayest crisis of his life and then have to be on overwatch for Ghost and be forced to continue to stare at Ghost’s ass and his face and his hair and his forearms holy shit watch him through a scope as Ghost makes the mission his bitch (and if Soap gets possessive watching assholes talk to/flirt with his unmasked and unarmed Ghost, well no one has to know (Soap’s dick definitely knows))

4. Supernatural AU. Same military setting as normal, but supernatural beings exist.

Price is a therianthrope (i.e. human that can turn into different animals). His go-to is a bear, but will also change to hawk pretty often for scouting. There’s a handful of other more normal animals he’s pretty good at, but bear is the most comfortable for him.

Gaz is a werewolf (this may or may not be mainly for the cat and dog jokes Soap can and will make).

Soap is an empath, and a very powerful one. This isn’t in any of his files because a lot of people are against empaths doing the hard and dirty work groups like the 141 does - they’re worried empaths might be more susceptible to flipping sides, and to torture, or may crumble from all the death around them. They’re usually in overwatch positions like Laswell’s, able to help with their abilities without actually being a “liability”. At beginning of fic, no one in 141 knows he’s an empath, though he doesn’t exactly hide it anymore, he just also doesn’t broadcast it. He can also manipulate others’ emotions, and force them to do stuff even if they don’t really want to. Still working on what to call it, but only powerful empaths can do it, and it’s usually a very slippery slope. Soap’s very careful with his Commands, partly because he’s very aware how terrible it can be to be Commanded, partly because it’s a surefire sign of a powerful empath and he is still trying to fly low, partly because his older sisters would kick his ass if any hint of a Command slipped out when they were all younger, but mostly because that’s just not who he is.

And Ghost? Oh boy. Ghost was born human, but is now a hybrid, which is a mess of issues. Hybrids cannot be born, and to create hybrids is illegal basically everywhere in the world, so basically just by looking at Ghost you can tell something happened. He’s now part big cat (yes I’m making catboy Ghost stfu), and has the ears, tail, sharp canines, and senses of a feline, and makes sure to hide all of it. His eyes also look just the slightest bit off, but with the mask you don’t notice. (I’m also thinking about giving him little Wolverine-ish claws that retract in and out of his fingerpads but are very painful and bloody to do so). In case it isn’t obvious, his forced transformation was a result of Roba. In case it isn’t obvious, the amount of trauma this bad boy can fit into him is Massive. He’s a monster now, but not even a normal one, no, he’s the only monster that’s still literally illegal. His issues with seeing himself in the mirror. Hiding the ears, the eyes, the tail, etc in his Ghost getup. The trauma potential... Going into fic, only Price knows he’s a hybrid

Everyone finds out about Ghost being a hybrid and Soap being an empath in a span of minutes at the end of a mission one time. Soap had rigged a bomb to give them cover to get the hell out of dodge, but something went wrong with the fuse and it goes off way too early. Not early enough to ruin the mission, or frankly even to seriously injure any of them, but Ghost, for some reason, goes down hard. Luckily, Price is with him, and drags his ass to exfil and into the copter, but he’s acting like he took a piece of rebar to the lungs and Soap can’t figure it out but fucking hell if Soap himself isn’t feeling the nauseating pain Ghost is putting off. Soap doesn’t know what’s wrong, but he knows he’s never felt Ghost hurt in this way before, and he knows it’s his fault.

Quickly enough, Price rips the bandaid off for all of them, pulling Ghost’s mask off in one short action, and the first thing Soap sees is cat ears, and the second is blood. It takes longer than it probably should for Soap to put together the pieces, and even longer to remember that cats have some of the most sensitive hearing among mammals, and that Soap’s faulty bomb ruptured Ghost’s sensitive eardrums and then some.

And boy if that copter isn’t a mess for a while after, cause Ghost is in a lot of pain and his face is bare and his team knows how much of a freak he is etc etc etc, while Soap is the one actually crying because Ghost is in a lot of pain which means Soap is too (and maybe those higher ups were right about empaths being useless in the field) and Ghost is in that pain because of Soap and also Ghost is a hybrid which means something bad happened etc etc etc

In between crying Soap is just like “Is now a bad time to tell y’all I’m an empath???” And Price, who is trying to assess Ghost without Ghost literally killing him for it, just pauses, and very tiredly goes, “Yes, Soap, it is actually”. And Soap goes, “Oh, okay, forget that then”, and goes back to crying on Gaz.

It all turns out fine in the end, Soap makes a bunch of cat and dog jokes, Gaz is bummed that they have an all supernatural TF and can’t brag about it, Price goes full Dad on them all, and maybe Ghost learns he’s still capable of being loved, who knows

If you’re still here thank you holy shit I didn’t mean to write that much... If anyone wants to yell about these please feel free

One day I’ll write at least one of these...

#ghost #ghost fanfiction #ghostsoap #simon riley #soap mactavish #cod mw2 #fanfic ideas #remakes canon angst into cooler gayer angst #fuck you redoes your angst

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emisirrelevant · 9 months

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WE ARE THE TIGERS/WATT WEEK DAY 4

HAPPY WATT WEEK DAY 4!!!

Today’s prompt is: Pom poms up

Continuing with my contributions for the week, as this is a lyric from Shut Up and Cheer, I will give my song commentary and analysis of it.

The fact I have been in Eva’s place before actually (minus the people dying, but the drama, OH GOD. Yes, I can confirm even SWIM TEAM can have drama. And not the drama in the musical theater way)

•”In a room full of people who have clearly mad bad choices, I may be the stupidest one here”

•Now WOAH WOAH WOAH. There’s so much to say here.

•FIRST, I LOVE THIS LINE. What a BANGER opening line

•PRESTON MAX ALLEN KNEW WHAT HE WAS DOING COMING UP WITH THIS OKAY?

•It says a LOT in one line

•effective ways to start a song: be Eva in WATT

•Also just Sydney Parra. That’s all.

•Finally, I just realized could this lyric still technically work if you swapped “people” and “choices”?

•“in a room full of choices who have clearly made bad people” idk 😂

•”Cause having heard the stories, and knowing all the drama” Eva my beloved come here I will give you all the hugs

•”I still said I’d join the murder squad this year” Omg an alternative title for WATT? “Murder Squad the Musical”

•and technically if we’re getting logical Riley is the main agent because Reese k wording Clark was an accident but yeah okay anyway

•”I swore that lightning won’t strike twice, and surely this is all under control” oh honey- YOU GOT A BIG STORM COMING

•”This school costs more than I can say, they straight up comped me 60k” HONEY THAT SHOULD’VE BEEN THE WARNING SIGN/FIRST RED FLAG

•”but also I’m afraid I sold my soul” Never would I have thought to comment here and make a connection to Faust but curse that one college course that made me read Faust- I have a feeling Eva would hate Goethe too

•”So I can say no this shit is insane” THE WAY SHE ADDS A BIT OF A GROWL ON “SHIT”

•”Or I can keep my cool and stay in my lane” ME when there was drama on my swim team and I was not living for it and just trying to live my own life

ARE WE READY FOR THE NEXT PART??

AH HERE IT COMES

AND PUT MY POM POMS UP, OH I RA RA RAH AND DISAPPEAR, SHUT UP AND CHEER

•“They won’t even know that I am here” In other situations I would say oof Eva deserves to shine for sure, I mean yeah she only gets like this song but yeah I understand she was the new girl so she only just got there but it makes sense to me and I’m glad Preston put in in the album because it gives us HER perspective like “do you ever look at someone and wonder what is going on inside their head” also maybe it’s a good thing Eva was masking because imagine if Riley went after her next

•”I have worked so hard for so much less” OOOOOOOH TOO RELATABLE, RELATABLE LINE ONCE AGAIN

•”I think maybe every high school is a mess” Eva you couldn’t be more real in this song I swear

•”you want a little structure, you just want a smaller class size, and somehow you have ended up in hell” can also confirm

•”if everyone seems crazy maybe I’m the one who’s crazy” Eva is just so real

•also quick psa, on a musical side note, I LOVE THE PIANO MELODY/RYTHYM IN THIS SONG!!

•”and all of them are doing really well” girl you’re probably the most stable one here tbh

•”or see these goddamn girls won’t get in my way” I kind love how she sings this line, tbh part of me feels like she’s letting some inner Riley out

•“shut up and cheer and back awaaaaaAAAAAaaaAay” YES EVA SING

•”complicated god I know it, I’m afraid but I won’t show it” also a mood

•”I can pray that they’ll outgrow it” Well thank god most of them did (rip we’ll never know about Chess and Farrah if they lived tho)

•”take a chance and make it through the year” LOVE how the instrumental builds up through this section

•”get in the clear” I’m sensing the double meaning here

•”And say that life’s not fair, oh I’ve so been there” who hasn’t tbh

•“Shut up and cheer ready ok”

EVA MY BELOVED. My favorite real icon and to think it started from just delivering pizza. This whole song is just one giant mood. I love it.

#we are the tigers musical #watt #watt musical #wearethetigersmusicalweek2023 #watt week 2023 #wattweek2023 #we are the tigers #we are the tigers musical week 2023 #wearethetigersweek2023

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lastchancevillagegreen · 1 year

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Thursday, 6 April 2023:

The Complete Scepter Singles (1962-1973) Dionne Warwick (Rhino/ Real Gone) (released in April 2023, originally released in 2018 as a PBS only item)

One of the things growing up in the early to late 1960s in the Midwest was that the radio was ubiquitous and they all seemingly were turned to WLS 89.9 Chicago. If a place sold records, then you were always able to pick up a list of the Top 40 records most played on WLS that particular week. And the one thing about the radio then, that seems so peculiar to people today is that everything was played on the same station. Country, rock, soul, instrumentals, didn’t matter what the genre was, didn’t matter what color the artist was, there was always space for everyone. Everyone knows this but some who never experienced it cannot begin to understand just how refreshing this was in hindsight. At the time I thought nothing of hearing Bob Dylan, The Temptations, Percy Faith, Jeannie C Riley or Creedence Clearwater Revival, The Rolling Stones and The Beatles all within the space of 40 minutes. If there was any dominant sound on the radio it was Motown. But, running a close second to Motown, in my mind at least, was Dionne Warwick. And boy, did I enjoy her voice although I might have been loathe to admit such a thing back then.

Some of this I can trace directly to one source: my mother. My mother was crazy for Burt Bacharach. I had no idea that a married person could have a crush on someone who wasn’t that person’s spouse until my mother developed a severe fondness for Bacharach. Back then the people who were on the radio as singers, band members, songwriters, producers and arrangers were always on television and if the radio wasn’t going then the TV was and I seem to remember Bacharach was always on some variety show. If you loved Bacharach then you had no choice but to love Dionne Warwick. Virtually everything she recorded at one point in time seemed to be penned by Burt Bachrach and his songwriting partner Hal David and I’m certain everything she did was produced by them. As a boy who loved 45s, you learned this quickly when you scanned the credits of Warwick’s Scepter singles.

Quite frankly, I haven’t given Ms Warwick much thought these days. Times change, people are forgotten or minimalized, but when I got the newsletter from Real Gone Records and saw this triple CD set being offered up I couldn’t resist. Whether it was Bacharach’s recent death (8 February 2023), my love for complete singles compilations or just the nostalgia I felt when looking at this mammoth track list I honestly cannot say but something made me buy this (I suppose greed figures in there too). Nevermind that this item originally came out in 2018 as one of those items you can only buy through a PBS fundraiser. Nevermind that if I ran across this in a store I’d look at it fondly as I scanned the tracklist and wished I still had my copies of I Say A Little Prayer For You b/w Theme From Valley of The Dolls (a crazy huge hit back in the day that I am still crazy for) and Do You Know The Way To San Jose b/w Let Me Be Lonely.

Perhaps I am romanticizing all of this, perhaps I bought in haste, perhaps I’ll hear one disc and wonder, what was I thinking (which I will think every time I have to sit through Raindrops Keep Fallin’ On My Head), but I also know I’m bound to hear some tracks I’ve not heard in fifty years.

Above you see the front of the disc (and it looks similar to the original PBS/ Rhino release of 2018), the spine (I was quite pleased to see this show up in a fatty jewel case with double spine) and then the back. Here is a close up of the hype sticker on the front. While not all the songs are penned by Bacharach and David (11 are penned by other writers) they did produce all the tracks.

Here is a shot of the original cover that I pulled from discogs.

Since the cover of the booklet is just like the cover of the set, I’ll only show a photo of the back of the booklet, seen below.

Since this is in a fatty jewel case, you have a couple of places for photos in the inlay trays. Below you will find both of them.

And lastly, here are the three discs. Good lord, three discs...I��m already thinking maybe this is sheer nostalgia and romanticizing this mammoth collection!

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now-its-3am · 3 years

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Riley was already done with this whole day. There had already been a wave of clients wanting to change their designs or sizes a million times before actually settling, and she was way behind schedule for the day. Not that Riley really cared all that much – it was the only tattoo shop in town, so where else were people gonna go? They’d keep coming around. After a couple minutes to themselves with a smoke in the alley out back, Riley made their way back into the shop and up front, a small sigh leaving them as they leaned against the front desk. “Alright. So who’s next?”

#[riley] no i never sold my soul #lakeview:starter

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ishalltakeyourknees · 2 years

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Ive been binging the Scream movies before they go off Paramount Plus and theyre pretty good. Ive never seen them before, so im binging them and ill finish with the most recent.

im watching scream 3 currently and some of my opinions on the first two are as follows:

1. Stu and Billy were good villains. It was a little predictable, but Matthew Lillard’s performance as a kid who kind of got roped into this by his friend really sold it to me. I kind of felt bad for Stu. Now he’s an awful person. But at the end when he’s crying because he’s scared to die, i kind of felt bad for him.

2.I didnt like randy at first. Obviously i like him later, and you can tell that all these people are friends, but when you first meet him he’s a little annoying. But by the second or third time we see him, he’s great. Him explaining the rules of horror movies at the party is something i would do. I love this man with my whole heart and soul

3. Dewey Riley is amazing I hope he lives forever I love this man he’s such a good person he’s so nice he’s got a great mustache

4. How fucking sharp was that knife at the beginning of Scream 2? It went through a bathroom stall into someone’s skull. That’s 1/2-1 inch of what looks like phenolic core. That killer took time and effort to sharpen that knife. Also did they ever say why the killers killed those 2 college students?

5. THEY KILLED RANDY WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT HE”S SUPPOSED TO END UP WITH SID THAT WAS THE OBVIOUS TRAJECTORY THAT THEY NEEDED TO GO ON

6. Dewey doesn’t deserve this he’s already permanently injured he just needs a break leave him alone

7. While i understand that she’s important to the story I hate Gale Weathers

#scream #scream 2 #sidney prescott #randy meeks #dewey riley #gale weathers #scream franchise #scream 3 #scream spoilers

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brooklynislandgirl · 2 years

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"Beth - what are you getting your brother for Christmas, if you two celebrate it?

And Riley, same question but in reverse for you?

You both might want to whisper, or write it down so it remains a secret".

TMI Tuesday || Always Accepting

Beth sweeps Kit with one of those pelagic gazes that are about as easy to interpret as the wants of the sea from which it comes. She has no idea how hard it is for Beth to keep secrets from her brother. As in it never happens unless he wants it to remain that way, otherwise he goes poking around her head as he pleases. Most of the time she doesn't mind, but it makes gift giving holidays a nightmare.

Even now she swings a pointed look at him, and he chuckles. Sets his guitar down and nods first to her, then to Kit. "I'll take the hint. But in trade I demand a fresh pot of coffee when I get back."

He shrugs into his leather jacket, wraps his scarf around his neck and heads toward the window that leads to the fire-escape that honestly looks like a health hazard at first glance. He ducks down and out, and seats himself so that he's facing the bridge after closing the window, elbows resting on his knees. He lights a cigarette. Beth herself rises and makes a hand gesture that says Kit can stay where she's at in the living room. The apartment is huge, the same floor space as a small mansion, but it's arranged with open space so that the kitchen remains in view. She begins making more coffee and talks over her shoulder.

"Originally, wan get him da very firs' White Album ever made, which was auctioned in Twen'y-Fifteen by Ringo Starr himself. It was in good condition aftah fifty years, an' it sold for almos' eight hundred t'ousand. Now, Mistah Starr is on record ~pardon da pun~ dat all of dem actually played da album an' he's sure it still got his fingerprints on it. But...as luck would have it, while Julien's was able t' send an inquiry from me to da person who bought it...dey politely declined my offah.

"So instead, I found some kine almos' as good. I found a still sealed copy of da Beatles' Yestahday an' Today, wi' da original "Butcher" album cover. At da time it came out it was consider so controversial dat dey end up changin' it. Guess dat decapitated dolls an' raw meat nevah is everyone's idea of a good time. But he's gonna love it. I'm sure he's showed you his collection." She gestures toward the back wall of the kitchen. On the other side of it is Andy's recording space, and shelves upon shelves of his rare and vintage vinyl collection; mostly blues, soul, and classic rock.

She pads over to the window and taps on it with a knuckle. Silent communication seems to pass between the siblings and Andy field strips his cigarette. For Kit's benefit, Beth smiles. "I'm gonna pop downstairs. Check on Darcy...see if he need any kine or need me t' help him wi' somet'ing. But as always, been a pleasure." She leans down and gives Kit a hug before she trades house slippers for her boots and out the door she goes in a swish of heavy knit skirt and turtleneck. ~*~

He comes back into the apartment with a chilly gust behind him. Shudders and makes a sound that really resembles a particularly drawn out curse-word as he shivers. He moves straight to the fireplace and adds a new log to the hearth before sitting back down and contemplating Kit with a tilted head. A grin half tilts one corner of his mouth. "Pretty sure that you're not gonna spill a word about what she said, and I appreciate your integrity, Doc." He's being playful despite the myriad pains and aches in his body come to screaming life due to the bone chilling cold. It will snow soon and he knows it. Is already dreading it. He rubs one palm and the back of the hand with the other and sighs. "See what I can't put together is why exactly you'd ask that question of both of us in the same room, unless one...you're trying to make sure you don't double up on gifts, or two...you're stirring the pot a little and are trying to work up some mischief. A third possibility, is that it's a little of both. Now, I appreciate deviousness in another person so I'm not gonna make you tell me, but I will bribe you with coffee and coo...er.... coffee and biscuits I'm going to be pulling out the oven here in a minute." He checks his watch. And he still has that, minutes before the batch of white-chocolate macadamia nut cookies are ready. "But to answer your question, and let me preface by saying, I know it sounds fucking lame that there isn't going to be much from me under the tree-" He's talking about the eight-foot Fraser fir soaking in the weak winter light in the windows, twinkling with lights and boasting ornaments and strands of popcorn as well as beaded garlands, it's potted base cleverly hidden by a faux-fur trimmed tree skirt. "--But my sister's really...particular. Instead of putting the tree in the fire place come new year's, she's going to make me and our brother lug it out to the family cabin in the Adirondacks and plant it with all of its brothers and sisters of years past. And she would rather provide for others than ask for anything for herself. So my first gift to her is I dropped a hundred grand on Doctors Without Borders as a donation in her name, and got her a sterling silver necklace to commemorate that. And then I got her little things...the next book in the series she's reading, new slippers for her frozen little toes, which I promise you is NOT a good time when she sticks them on you..."

His sister is evil. He knows this and he knows it's not going to do anything to stop her predilection. His only hope is to throw Billy, the youngest, under the bus...and hope like hell that he makes a better victim than Riley himself. The oven timer goes off and he excuses himself to retrieve the goodies. "So, there you go. Honest answers from both of us. Now, Kit, your turn. What do you want Santa to bring you this year, and have you been naughty or nice?"

#mahalo!Kitmun <333 #World's Okayest Sister|Beth Riley #The Modern Day Cowboy|Andrew Riley #The Good Doctor|Kit Prince #Latchkey Saints|Verse #Brooklyn Stories|New York #Honourable Mention|Darcy Burke #Honourable Mention|Billy Manderly {Riley}

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refinedbuffoonery · 4 years

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Riley + Sunglasses + Undercover (5)

masterlist.

Read it on AO3.

*****

Of course the one time Matty let the CIA borrow her best agents, they ended up walking into a trap. The Company was messy like that. Matty swore that as soon as she got her team back safe and sound, heads were going to roll. Starting with the director of the CIA himself.

In the meantime, she tapped her foot on the war room floor while she waited for Riley to finish scrubbing the security footage. No one spoke.

“There,” Riley said. She mirrored her screen so Matty could watch.

Desi stood in the lower left corner of the video. While all of the other guests were enraptured by something just outside the frame, a pair of gloved hands smothered her agent’s face with a rag and dragged her out of view.

Mac and Riley weren’t in the picture at all.

“Mac, Riley,” Matty said, “where were you when this happened? And what is everyone staring at?” On the other end of the line, someone choked. It sounded like Riley. Bozer’s soft chuckle came through the speaker.

“Guys, what are you not telling me?” she prompted. With the way Bozer was laughing, she knew something was up. Bozer’s “I have a secret” vibe was literally visible from the moon.

Mac finally answered her. “Riley and I were...uhh...busy.” No one elaborated further.

Matty had a feeling she knew exactly what “busy” entailed. Apparently, it was a very public “busy.” Even though they couldn’t see her, she smiled. “I look forward to reading all about it in your reports.” Just to make them squirm, Matty let her statement hang in the air for a few moments before getting back to the situation at hand. “Riley, can you see where Desi was taken?”

Riley’s nails clicked on her keyboard. “Desi was standing in front of a side exit. The footage of the hallway outside doesn’t show anyone entering or leaving, so whoever took her must’ve looped the cameras.”

Perfect. This op was the gift that just kept giving. “Mac, what do you think she was drugged with?”

“Chloroform, most likely. Everything you need to make it can be found in any janitor’s closet.”

“Okay, and where are we on locating Pierre?”

“I’ve got him,” Riley answered, mercifully. “He’s in a car driving southeast.”

“What’s southeast?” Bozer asked.

After a few clicks, Riley said, “For starters, the border with France. But it looks like there’s a helicopter-only airport before that.”

Matty didn’t like the directions she was about to give, but she gave them anyway. “Riley, go get him. Bozer, stay in the suite to help Riley and figure out how to get the hotel out of lockdown. Mac, find Desi.” A chorus of “yes ma’am”s filled her ears.

She hung up and took a deep breath. Her agents had been in far worse situations, but any mission that went belly-up put Matty on edge. Mac and Riley would get them home safe, she promised herself. One way or another, they always did.

*****

None of them like splitting up, but they all agreed it was their best option. Riley was the best high speed chase driver, and Mac would know what to do if Desi needed immediate medical attention.

Riley was secretly relieved she’d be getting some distance from Mac, however brief. She’d figured she would spend the entire op tied to him, but chasing down Pierre gave her an excuse to process her emotions alone and figure out what the fuck was going on.

First, she needed to get out of the building and find some wheels.

“Hey, Mac.” He immediately met her eyes. “Could you please make me a small grenade?”

Mac’s eyebrows skyrocketed. “Sure.” He started to head off in search of ingredients, but seemed to think better of it and turned around, leaning against a wall. “Riles, why do you need a grenade?”

Riley grinned. “Distraction while I steal a car.”

Mac’s mouth quirked into his ‘I’m impressed’ smirk. “That’s my girl.”

His voice echoed in her head. That’s my girl. That’s my girl. That’s my girl.

A few minutes later, Mac handed her his suit jacket and a plastic water bottle filled with god only knew what. For once, their fingers didn’t brush, and that stung more than any impending rejection. Even though it was wholly unnecessary, they always found excuses to brush hands. Brief reassurances they had each other’s backs.

“Don’t have too much fun without me,” he said with mock seriousness.

“No promises.” Riley stared at the jacket, trying and failing to figure out how it was related to the grenade. Maybe she was supposed to wrap it around the bottle? Looking up, she asked, “What’s the jacket for?”

She could’ve sworn Mac blushed. “In case it’s cold outside.” She pulled it on, ducking her head to hide her own blush. Trying not to love him was damn near impossible, even if he was confusing. He didn’t touch her, but he gave her his jacket? If this was supposed to be a rejection, he was doing a terrible job at it. The jacket was way too big, but it was warm and smelled like him. Riley immediately felt safer, like his actual arms were enveloping her. Fresh memories of being wrapped up in him lurked in the back of her mind. She told them to fuck off.

Water bottle grenade in hand, Riley slipped out of the suite, fighting the urge to look back.

Walking through the hotel without raising suspicion was easy enough, but getting to the hotel’s underground parking lot was another matter. Since the hotel only had valet parking, there was no guest entrance to the lot. After consulting the building’s blueprints, Riley had found the series of hidden staircases she crept down now, narrowly avoiding getting caught by a pair of roaming guards. With every step, her heels clicked on the concrete, and the sound echoed up the stairwell. She’d been planning on begging Matty to let her keep the designer shoes, but at this point, she would give anything to have her favorite boots instead.

At the bottom of the stairs, Riley clutched the water bottle and peeked into the lot. There wasn’t a soul in sight other than the twenty-nothing year old kid on his phone in the valet booth. His right thumb moved rapidly across the screen, as if he were playing a game. Lucky her.

She chucked the grenade as far as she could away from the booth--and the exit. It exploded with a loud bang, causing the boy to practically jump out of his skin before running to investigate. “Boom,” she said with a smirk.

Riley walked right into the booth. Keys covered two walls from floor to ceiling, each labeled with a number. Her eyes caught on a set of Lamborghini keys just below eye level. Perfect. She hit unlock, and the car chirped from across the lot, lights flashing.

First checking to ensure the valet employee was still distracted, Riley jogged between cars and through the aisles, ignoring the way her stilettos pinched her toes.

“Hey!” A male voice called across the lot. Shit. The valet employee finally saw her. Riley sped up. She probably looked ridiculous, running as fast as she could while trying not to fall on her face.

When she finally reached the sleek, black convertible, Riley flung the door open and slid inside, yanking off her right shoe. It still had that new car smell. Aside from being pissed at her for not giving the car the reverence it deserved--or something like that--Jack would’ve been so jealous if he knew. Not only was it the nicest car any of them would ever drive, but the real icing on the cake was that Mac wasn’t there to destroy it.

The engine roared to life. Bozer practically screamed in her ear. “Damn, Riley. What kind of car did you get? Also, when you exit, turn right.”

“You’ll see,” she responded gleefully. Riley gunned it out of the lot, following Bozer’s instructions.

As soon as she pulled out into the street, Bozer shrieked. “A Lamborghini?!? You stole a fucking Lamborghini?”

Riley cackled with delight, speeding off in pursuit of Pierre.

*****

Meanwhile, Mac set off in search of Desi. Riley’s laughter rang in his ear, a warm sound that reverberated through his bones. He tried and failed to ignore it.

He knew Desi was still in the hotel. Bozer was monitoring all the exits using a Phoenix satellite, so if she had left, Bozer would’ve seen it.

Mac knew this was all his fault. If he hadn’t been distracted by kissing Riley, then Desi wouldn’t have been kidnapped. Plain and simple.

At the thought of kissing Riley, he was transported back into that damn closet, where they’d kept kissing for a few seconds, even after they ditched their audience.

Those precious few seconds nearly undid him.

There was no need to continue the show, yet she still kissed him like he was the very air she needed to breathe. And the way she’d pulled him closer by his tie…It was just enough to foster a small hope that maybe, just maybe, she might have feelings for him too.

He just hoped those feelings were strong enough to forgive him for throwing himself at her without her consent. He’d kissed other girls as ruses before, but this was Riley, and it was different because she’s his best friend and there were uncommunicated feelings involved. Even if it made her uncomfortable, Riley played along with his ruse and totally sold it because that’s her job. That didn’t mean she wasn’t probably pissed. He crossed a line he could never uncross, and no matter what she inevitably said about it, a piece of her hard-earned trust was gone.

Mac shook his head. Getting caught up in Riley was what got him in this mess in the first place. He needed to focus on finding Desi.

He shoved thoughts of Riley into the far recesses of his brain and got to work. Starting from the ballroom--where the auction was still going--he tried to retrace Desi’s attacker’s steps. If he was the kidnapper, then he would’ve taken Desi down the hallway to the left. It was, by far, the least traveled, and it had a multitude of doors and other hallways branching off it, providing plenty of hiding places and alternate routes.

Mac didn’t like working on mere speculation, but it was the closest thing to a lead he had. Whoever took Desi was careful to leave no trace of either person.

“Okay, Mac.” Bozer said. “In this direction, there are four places they could’ve gone: an out of the way conference room, a janitor’s closet, upstairs to a room, or downstairs to the basement.”

The conference room seemed too obvious, but Mac wanted to check it anyway. “Where’s the conference room?”

“It’s-- Hang on. Riley, go straight through the next two roundabouts. Once you’ve gone through the second one, you’ll have crossed into France.”

“Got it.”

“Sorry, Mac. The conference room is down the hall, second to last door on the right.”

“Thanks.” Mac marveled at how Bozer simultaneously juggled helping him search for Desi while guiding Riley through the streets of Monte Carlo--and now, apparently, France. He imagined Bozer at the computer, bouncing between maps and satellite imagery on one monitor and building blueprints on the other.

Mac checked the conference room and the janitor’s closet. Both empty. He hated it, but he was slightly relieved Desi wasn’t stuffed in the closet. Something about the irony of finding his ex--who was kidnapped while he was in a different closet with a different woman--in a closet made him feel sick.

Riley’s voice floated over comms. “Hey, Mac! Any leads on finding Desi?” Her calm and collected tone yanked him out of his guilt spiral. It was like she knew he was caught up in his head, even while hurtling away from him at breakneck speed. He silently thanked her.

“Nothing yet. I’m going to check the basement next.”

“Riley Davis, you are driving over a hundred miles per hour.” Bozer used his best chastising-mom voice. “Pay attention to the road!” Riley didn’t dignify him with a response, but Mac knew she rolled her eyes and pressed the gas pedal a little harder.

*****

Riley couldn’t believe her luck when she caught up to Pierre’s blue sedan without running into any cops. She’d been driving well over a hundred miles per hour, weaving around literally every other car on the road without using her blinker like a true Californian. Catching Pierre was hardly different from her daily commute to work.

Driving that fast, she couldn’t afford to get distracted, so she banished every trace of kissing Mac from her head and focused on catching the con man.

She tailgated Pierre long enough for him to realize she was following him. He turned off the highway, but Riley was hot on his heels.

“Bozer! How do I cut him off?” Her plan was simple: let Pierre think he lost her in the streets and cut him off before he could get back to the highway.

“Take your next left, then an immediate right.”

Riley let a couple cars merge between her and Pierre. Predictably, he kept going straight, which was the quickest way back to the highway from what Riley could tell. Following Bozer’s directions, she turned onto a parallel street.

The cars on this road drove infuriatingly slowly--slowly enough that moments from the auction and the goddamn closet clawed their way in from the edges of her mind. As much as Riley tried to ignore and deny it, she had put all her cards on the table with that kiss.

In doing so, she’d screwed everything up. Before Bozer interrupted them, Mac had been about to say something. A rejection, most likely. Short of verbally confessing, Riley had made her feelings crystal clear, and Mac didn’t feel the same way. He’d played a role to cover their tracks, but he meant none of it. She wasn’t even upset that he’d launched himself at her without asking first. If anyone else tried that, Riley would’ve kicked their ass the moment they had some privacy. But, this was Mac. She trusted Mac. And, if she had said stop, he would’ve immediately stopped, even if it got them in a heap of trouble.

But, even though she trusted him with her body, with her whole life, she didn’t trust him not to shatter her heart into a thousand tiny pieces that even duct tape and paperclips couldn’t put back together.

She cursed at a car that nearly swerved into her lane. Riley had no idea what to do next. There was no way Mac didn’t know how she felt, but she felt none of the relief that came with actually confessing feelings. Should she confess, even though she already knew he couldn’t reciprocate? Or was it better to just keep it to herself and learn to let him go? Both options sucked.

Some part of her knew it was best to just cut her losses and break her own heart, but she wasn’t ready to go down that road just yet.

In addition to her situation with Mac, Riley had no idea what to do next in a literal sense. Bozer had been eerily silent for the last couple minutes.

In the distance, the street came to a dead end. “Bozer…”

“TURN RIGHT!”

Riley nearly jumped out of her skin, but she skidded around the corner and mentally flipped Bozer off. He really needed to work on giving better directions.

Riley brought the car to a screeching stop in the next intersection, blocking Pierre. She put the car in park, flung her door open, and stood, pointing a gun right at Pierre’s face.

“Pierre! Get out of the car and put your hands up, or I’ll shoot.”

“Shoot?” Bozer asked.

“Since when do you have a gun?” Mac followed.

“It’s Desi’s spare,” Riley explained, “now shut up!”

She wiggled her gun at Pierre, something she’d seen Jack do a thousand times. Pierre, smartly, did exactly as she commanded. Slowly, he stepped out of his car and raised his hands up by his head. Keeping her gun trained on his chest, Riley walked toward Pierre, stopping only a few feet away.

“Miss Jackson,” Pierre babbled, “I’m sure we can work something out.”

“Cut the crap. Who do you work for?”

“I work alone.” Pierre didn’t seem to be lying. If he worked alone, then who the hell took Desi?

“Tell me something.” Riley stepped closer. She still wasn’t all that comfortable with guns, but mercifully, her arms held perfectly still. “Do you consider yourself good at your job?”

“Of course, Mademoiselle.”

“Then tell me why a skilled con man would try to pull such a pathetic, obvious scam.”

He gave her the same sick smile he’d given her at the pool. Riley really didn’t like this guy. Schooling her expression into cool boredom, she raised the gun and pressed it to his forehead. “I’ll only ask once more. Who hired you?” Pierre’s eyes widened, realizing who was the predator in this situation and who was the prey. Good. Be scared, Riley thought. Maybe then you’ll give me better answers. He didn’t need to know that she wouldn’t actually shoot him.

“Okay, okay! Let’s not get hasty. I was hired by a man named Viktor Petrov to run this specific job. He supplied the locket and the chip.”

She didn’t dare lower the gun. “I need more information than that. Who is he?”

“I don’t know. He hired me to run it, and gave me ridiculously specific directions, like he didn’t trust me--a professional con man--to successfully run a con. Oh, and he let me keep all of the profit from the sale of the locket. That’s all I know, I swear.” Riley was pretty sure he was telling the truth.

“Riley,” Bozer said in her ear, “I’ve got Interpol agents closing in to pick up Pierre. Did he tell you anything useful?”

“I’ve got a name, but it’s a common one.” She eyed Pierre. Even with a gun between his eyes, he shamelessly dragged his gaze up and down her body, taking in her fitted, navy gown and Mac’s gray suit jacket. Her stomach churned.

Behind her, a pair of Interpol agents announced their presence. Riley breathed a sigh of relief that she wouldn’t have to endure Pierre’s creepy staring anymore.

Slapping handcuffs on the con man, one of the agents said, “We’ll take it from here.” Riley waited until Pierre was securely in the agents’ car before returning to her own.

She prayed their only lead wasn’t a dead end.

*****

Mac had nearly cleared the whole laundry room before finding Desi unconscious and slumped against a washing machine, wrists and ankles zip-tied together. A rag was tied over her nose and mouth. Shit. Shit. Shit. He yanked the rag off and checked her pulse. She’d been drugged--a quick sniff confirmed his chloroform theory--but she was alive.

He cut the zip ties before shaking her shoulder to wake her up. After a few minutes, Desi groaned and cracked her eyes open. “Hey,” he said in a low voice. “I’ve got you.”

She mumbled something, and it took Mac a moment to realize she’d said “I know him.”

“Know who?”

“The man who did this.” Desi coughed. “I...we hooked up once.” Her voice was high-pitched and loopy; she was high as a kite. “Okay, maybe a lot more than once, but before you judge, you need to know that he’s really hot.” Desi tried to sound stern but failed miserably. “Viktor Petrov. He’s a mob boss who poses as an art collector.” Mac checked her for injuries while she explained. “I didn’t find out about the mob boss part until later...about five minutes before he discovered I was a spy. It was all downhill from there.” No shit, Mac thought. “He must’ve been at the auction and recognized me.”

“Then let’s get you out of here before he comes back,” Mac said, hauling her to her feet.

“Goo--I think I’m going to puke.” Mac dutifully held her hair back as she hunched over and vomited on the floor. He couldn’t help but think this was his fault. If only he’d been paying attention…

Not even looking at him, Desi snapped, “Give yourself a break. This isn’t your fault.”

“It feels like it is.”

Desi straightened up. “I know a hundred different ways to take someone out with just my bare hands, yet I still got drugged and dumped in a hotel laundry room. It happens to the best of us. The important part is that you found me, I’m fine, and now it’s time to move on.”

Move on. She didn’t know him at all if she thought he could just move on. First he’d fucked up his relationship with Riley, then he fucked up keeping his partner safe, all in the span of a few minutes. He was on a high speed train of fuckery that only crashed at the end of the line.

“Let’s go,” Desi commanded.

They stumbled back to the suite without any trouble.

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ironwoman359 · 5 years

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Number 8 from the first list?

8: “If you keep screwing around like this you’re going to get yourself killed.” “I hope so.” “You shouldn’t joke about things like that.” “Who said I was joking?”

CW: Negative thoughts, suicide ideation, minor injuries, hurt/comfort

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“Owwww!” Roman whined and pulled away as Virgil tried (and failed) to press a bandage to the cut above Roman’s eye.

“Hold still, Princey!” Virgil commanded, reaching out and grabbing Roman’s chin to hold it steady as he applied the first aid. “I swear, it’s like you don’t want to be patched up!”

“I said I’d be fine,” Roman huffed, but Virgil shook his head.

He’d insisted on helping Roman tend to his wounds when he’d found the creative side in the kitchen at 3 am, digging through the fridge with several cuts and bruises scattered across his face and arms.

“You really need to be more careful in the imagination,” Virgil said, rolling his eyes and reaching for another role of gauze. “I mean, just look at you! Whatever that thing you were fighting was, it nearly ripped you to shreds! If you keep screwing around like this, you’re going to get yourself killed!”

“I hope so,” Roman grumbled, wincing as Virgil patched up another cut. Virgil shook his head.

“You shouldn’t joke about things like that, Princey. Patton might hear you, and he’ll never let you hear the end of it.”

“Who said I was joking?”

Roman hadn’t meant to say it. The words had slipped from his lips before he had a chance to stop them, and as Virgil froze and his expression changed, Roman wanted nothing more than to grab the treacherous little things out of the air and stuff them back into his mouth where they wouldn’t expose him. But the damage was done, and Roman found himself squirming under Virgil’s gaze.

“Roman…”

“What?” Roman asked, too loudly and too quickly, and he cursed himself internally for losing his cool.

“What’s the matter?” Virgil’s voice was impossibly soft, his eyes soft and searching, and Roman found it difficult not to squirm under the anxious side’s gaze.

“Why, nothing is the matter, my chemically imbalanced–”

“Roman.” Virgil’s voice was low, but commanding, and Roman found himself looking up into Virgil’s eyes. “Don’t lie to me.”

Somehow, those four simple words were enough to break through whatever had been holding Roman back and he slumped, the facade of the confident prince falling away to reveal someone far more broken underneath.

“I…I don’t know,” he admitted quietly, his gaze falling away from Virgil. “I don’t know what’s wrong. I’m meant to be the strong, brave, princely one, but I just feel so…defeated.”

“Roman, it’s okay to–”

“But it’s NOT okay!” Roman insisted. “Nothing is okay! But I’ve been feeling this way so long that I’m not even sure what ‘okay’ is supposed to feel like anymore. Maybe this actually is okay?”

“Roman…”

“But it can’t be okay, because I haven’t been able to do my job at all these last few months, my ideas have been slipping, my work isn’t up to par, I can’t do anything right. I’m just disappointing Thomas and all of you; I can’t even fight a stupid monster in the imagination right. And if a prince cannot fight off evil, then maybe…maybe he deserves to be–”

“No,” Virgil interrupted, with such force that Roman fell silent. “Don’t say that. Don’t you ever say that you deserve this, Roman. It’s not true.”

“Virgil, I–”

“Not. True,” Virgil insisted, placing two firm hands on Roman’s shoulders. “Do you understand me?”

Roman’s eyes stung as he nodded, and Virgil’s thumb gently brushed against his cheek, wiping at the tears that had appeared. It was such a tender gesture, one so unexpected from Virgil, of all people, that Roman found himself surging forward, wrapping his arms around the anxious side and burying his face in Virgil’s neck.

Virgil held him gently, rubbing soothing circles every now and then into his back and making no sound, letting Roman fall apart in the safety of his arms.

When Roman finally drew away, his eyes were damp and all traces of his princely mask were gone from his face.

“Thank you,” he whispered, and Virgil nodded.

“Just promise me something, Princey?”

“Hm?”

“Next time you feel this way…don’t go into the imagination by yourself, okay? Talk to me…or talk to one of the others, hell, I’ll go with you if you still feel like you have to go in there. Just…don’t isolate yourself.”

Roman chuckled weakly.

“Pot, have you met the kettle?” he asked, and Virgil rolled his eyes.

“Yeah yeah, I know, I’m one to talk. But…please, Ro? We care about you a lot…we want to help. I want to help.”

Roman smiled, and for the first time in a long time, he felt a little closer to okay.

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Spooktober

So I meant to get this out earlier but with everything happening I couldn’t get the synopsis’s written until now. These are all of the stories that will be posted, just a little teaser, I will begin posting Thursday and try and get a multiple chapters up a day, you are going to be rolling in fanfiction lol.

Into the Light

Ash is now a werewolf, something that she never thought would happen to her in a million years. But she knows she's not a lone, Drew her mate there by herself and the others helping out the best they can. But when a force threatens their very life can Ash and Drew save each other or are they destined to lose one another. (sequel to Through the Dark)

Keep me Breathing

Alexis Corbin lived in a small town where nothing ever happened, that is until one night her best friend Sasha Reigns turns up missing. One year later and Alexis still can't get over her best friends disappearance and neither can Sasha's older brother Roman. Another little secret about this time is almost everyone in town has abilities. Can Alexis find a way to bring her best friend back and what happens when tensions fly between her and Roman.

Fire and Fury

Carson Gibson is sick and tired of werewolves, for ten years of her life she was held captive in a basement with a psychopathic werewolf who was convinced she was his mate. She was finally able to get out and start her life over but what happens when she meets a certain lone wolf Baron Corbin at her new job. Will she be able to cope with another werewolf and what happens when her new haven isn't as safe as she thought.

Back to Life

All Cassie McCaron has known in her life is the Helmsley sanctuary, a castle like place where she's spent her entire life. Cassie is a gifted, a person with powers that normal human beings would be afraid to learn about. She was sent to the Helmsley sanctuary when she was just a child and it's where she's lived. She believed she was there for her protection but when she meets three guys just brought in it turns Cassie's world upside down and reveals the ugly and scary truthful of the Helmsley sanctuary.

Lost in Between

Emily Rollins has finally returned home but under horrible circumstances, her brother Seth Rollins and his best friends Dean Ambrose and Roman Reigns were gone. Devastated she goes to see a physic but what happens when something spooky happens and Emily starts seeing things. Will she find out what happened to her brother and friends and why does she feel a certain way about Dean Ambrose.

Surrender my Soul

Lydia Prescott was just on her way home from work when everything went black. She woke up in a cage surrounded by other women and sold to the highest bidder. She thought her problems were bad then but wait until she learns the man that purchased her is also the Demon King Balor hell bent on making her his queen. Can Lydia get out with her soul still in tact or will she succumb to her other worldly desires for the Demon.

Shadow and Soul

Nora Greenwood is on the run from the hunters that murdered her entire pack, stumbling into another werewolf pack territory and running into one Baron Corbin. Can she trust someone that she barely knows and what is this feeling she gets around him?

Seal the Fate

Peyton Montgomery thought the only worry she had to deal with was Calculus, but when she meets a certain Seth Rollins everything gets thrown out the window and she is thrown head first into the supernatural world of vampires, werewolves, witches. Can she resist the pull into this crazy world and the irresistible Seth Rollins.

Leaving your Scars

Riley Hastings just moved up to the main roster and the first people she runs into is none other than Roman Reigns and Dean Ambrose. The moment their eyes meet something happened that would change their lives forever. But there's just one catch Riley can't let anyone know what she is otherwise her father will hunt her down and kill her. Unfortunately meeting the two throws her life into a chaos that she is no where near ready for, can Dean and Roman keep their mate safe or will Riley's life be snuffed out just like her father's other traitors.

Falling inside the Black

For Sage Watkins all she's known is one thing, Vampires are in control now and don't cross one. But what happens when she catches the eye of the middle son of the king Aleister Black. Will she be able to keep him away from her or will they both give in to temptation and be with someone that could get them both executed for it.

Circles in the Dark

Willow Hartwick has never stepped foot in Salem Ma until the other day when her mother literally packed them up and brought them there. Now Willow is learning interesting things about the family that she never knew existed and who's that strange gorgeous man Finn Balor following her. Willow learns that not only are witches real but she's also one with a very dangerous and dark secret about her that can destroy everything that she holds dear.

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Dead Ivy | Chapter Six

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Her fingers ran against the edge of the bark. Its surface was old and withered, the scent of premature rot pressing against the back of her throat like a blade with a sharpened edge. If she were daring enough to swallow it would cut into soft skin and draw the faintest color of blood. Vibrant against the rest of the fenced in back yard.

Sweat soaked into Beca’s shirt, wicked in a pattern with dirt. She was panting, the summer heat cloying as she struggled to run the paintbrush evenly to the wood- a distraction, she thought. Fixing up the back yard in exchange from the house that loomed across the bridge next to the old woman with the growing weeds. Her father wouldn’t mind the extra work. And she certainly couldn’t’ fault herself for keeping busy.

Beca had mowed the lawn, taken away the brush that had been overgrowing in the light of the day. Her father, he had forgotten most things. To mow the lawn, to drink water, to put gas in his car and pay the electric bill. Her heart ached for him these last few weeks. Painting the fence was the least she could do- even if it was a deep pasty white that reflected the sun. speakers blaring a soft rock in response to nature.

She was halfway through the perimeter when a slight knock pulled her away from dragging the brush evenly down the wood. Beca drew in a hot breath and turned towards the break in the fence. A falling archway made of thin white material stood in all its glory- like a gateway to a mystical garden that had fallen slave to an evil ice queen with freezing powers. Under that, stood a young girl.

Blonde hair was pulled into a ponytail and a dark crystal stare lit up at the sight of Beca. She wore overalls and a striped shirt; her fingers grasped a plain white paper bag that was crinkled from the ride over here on a bike- Beca was guessing. Riley, beaming in all her glory. Beca let out a breath and couldn’t’ help the smile that formed against her lips.

“I brought you some lunch, or you know, breakfast,” Riley said as she walked across the expanse of the yard. Beca rose to her feet, feeling the exhaustion from the early morning rise. Her clothes were speckled in paint and dirt and she couldn’t help the way her stomach clenched the second she got a whiff of pastry. “To thank you for yesterday… the groceries.”

She took the bag gratefully “How’d you find me, kid?”

“Small town, remember? What are you doing anyway? It’s like a thousand degree’s out here.”

Beca shrugged and reached for the food. A small apple fritter that was coated in a warm icing, even after the long ride over here. She couldn’t help the moan that escaped her mouth as soon as she took a bite. Her taste buds squirmed as she breathed in the soft cinnamon smell. Riley beamed and let out a scoff. “This is the best thing I’ve ever tasted.”

She decided to shove the rest into the bag for a snack later before she rubbed her hands on her already spotted pants. “I’m fixing up the backyard, making it look less like a war zone.”

“Humph, I’ve seen worse.” Riley wondered aloud. “Mind if I help? Last summer I painted houses with my aunt for my allowance.”

The older girl rose a brow and looked around. She had been at this for hours and had only gotten halfway across the yard. Guns and Roses started to blast from the speakers under the large oak tree and her newfound resilience to sitting still was starting to waver. So she nodded towards a brush and knelt back down in front of her own plank of wood, Riley starting from the top of the one on her right. They painted in silence for a few moments.

“Jenny said you were from Los Angeles.” Riley finally said, dragging the bristles across the length of the wood, sloppy white paint dripped but she was agile enough to catch it before it hit the grass. Beca frowned. When did the band leader have time to say that? “What’s it like?”

Beca glanced over. “Why, you planning on making that the destination of your bus ticket?”

“I never said anything about a bus ticket. You did. I’m just curious is all. I’ve only ever seen here, you know. Small town charm and all. You’re a stranger. At least to me.”

“You mean a trespasser.”

“Either way, you’ve seen more of the world than I have. So, tell me, what’s LA like? I bet you see celebrities every single day.”

Beca smiled and laughed. She thought that’s what it would be at first too. At the supermarket, or at the gym. But instead, she rolled into town with four dollars in her pocket and a studio apartment that had a futon and one light that barely lit the tiny space. The walls were cracked and laden with mold- but it was home, and she didn’t happen upon any famous faces.

“Not every day,” She settled on her words, dipping the brush in the paint again. “I did see that girl who’s in all those Lifetime movies during Christmas at a stoplight one day. But honestly, I was more interested in her dog.”

Riley laughed with a nod and they fell into a rhythmic silence for a few more minutes before the young girl found her footing once more. “Was it hard?... to leave here?”

She sat back on her heels and stared at her paint-covered hands for a moment. The white was speckled across slowly reddening skin. Beca frowned and Riley stopped painting altogether, her eyebrows lifted in the pursuit of an answer.

“This town is kind of like a snow globe. You’ve seen one of those before, right? It’s gorgeous and small, and there’s just the right amount of glass to keep you protected from the outside world.” She glanced up, staring at the girl. “But breaking out… it’s almost unheard of. Like you’re betraying the people who are daring enough to shake it up and make it snow. Does that make sense?”

Riley crinkled her nose in familiarity, her freckles defined in the sun as she shook her head. “No,”

Beca gave her a sad smile and a sigh “When I moved, there was one thing left for me here. And back then, I didn’t think it was enough but now… I think it was the only thing that I’ve ever needed. And now that I broke that glass, I don’t think it can ever really snow again.”

The soapy water washed over soft skin, a thick scent of lavender and mint toying with her lungs as she sunk her aching body into the tub. The porcelain was frigid, and she flinched against the way it clung to her skin. She hissed but eventually settled against the water. Her toes barely touching the far edge.

“This tub is perfect! And so is the backyard, oh my god! Do you see that view”

Beca could almost hear her mothers voice. It was happy then, barely cracking under the pressures of the world. Her father still had most of his hair and Jason was dashing around the same backyard that she was renovating now- his shoes pulling in mud but none of them really cared. It was one of her earliest memories-

The way her mother balanced her on her hip while she held her stuffed bunny close by the neck. The woman, the beautiful soul that she remembered as her mother, leaned down then- she set her on the floor by the white paneling of the bathroom. The realtor tapping her foot impatiently as they studied the popcorn ceiling and the wrap around porch.

“Don’t worry little one,” She beamed that classic smile “One day you’ll be tall enough for us to mark on this wall right here-“ She stretched her hand all the way up “You’re going to grow up here, would you like that?”

Beca did like it- for the most part. Her parents moving away from the big city so her mother could work at home and her father could open his own business. It was the tub, the tub that sold it and the faint pencil markings that kept them here all this time.

Goosebumps rose against pale skin as she reached blindly for the towel that rested by golden carved legs. She wrapped it warmly against her mid-section before stepping carefully from the tub and over to the wall. Her mother kept adamant on her promise.

Beca let out an even sigh and ran her fingertips over the heights written in her mothers’ script… Jason was always taller. He’d purposely put things on higher shelves- but Beca was crafty back then, they both were. Devising plans to see what Santa had brought. To get the fruit snacks on the top shelf.

“I’m sorry,” She whispered, drawing her hand back as she turned away from the writing. “I’m sorry.”

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“Wayward Hearts” Season 3 Chapter 1: The Magnificent Seven

Summary: After the Devil’s Gate had been opened that fateful night in the graveyard, the hunters are forced to face a new war. Countless demons now run rampant, hungry for blood and power. It’ll take everything the three have to survive when darkness once again knocks on their door. But with only a year before Dean’s deal comes due, Sam and Riley will stop at nothing to save him; to save their family.

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Word Count: 9,452

Content Warning: language and violence, pre smut

DISCLAIMER: any words or phrases in bold in the story are not my own and are credited to the writers of Supernatural.

**GIFS ARE NOT MY OWN**

Sam and Dean had sent Riley on what felt like a wild goose chase. They had asked for her to go find a special beer that Dean was ‘craving’, but nowhere seemed to have it in stock. She was fed up with the search and nearly gave up.

Finally, nearly a town away and after two hours of searching eight different stops, she found it.

It was Riley’s birthday and she had spent the night running around on a ‘crazy person’s errand’. With all that was going on, she didn’t blame the guys for forgetting her day.

If Riley didn’t constantly feel the nagging reminder of the ticking clock, already stealing away what time they had left with Dean, she would have given up after shop number two.

She got out of the Impala in front of the motel with a huff. Grabbing the pack of bottles, which she already held a grudge against, Riley headed for the room.

There was music coming from their room and her face scrunched with curiosity. The blinds had been shut and a soft light seemed to twinkle through the cracks.

Riley opened the door and stopped in awe when she looked inside.

The room was covered in lit cheap tea candles. Soft classic rock swept through the air along with the smell of burgers that already had her mouth watering. A blanket had been laid out on the floor with take-out spread across to look like a picnic.

But there, standing in front of it all, was Dean. He was obviously anxious with a goofy smile on his face.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he chuckled nervously.

“What--what is all this?” Riley asked putting down the beer.

“You think that just because of all the crazy going on lately that I wouldn’t do something for your birthday?” Dean looked at her with complete adoration before he nodded toward the beer with a smirk. “I can’t believe you actually found that. You’re good.”

Riley gazed around the room again and she felt she could almost cry with joy. “I thought you forgot. I mean…”

“You really thought I’d forget your birthday? Rye, come hell or high water, I’ll never forget about you.” Dean slowly stepped closer and gently took the side of her face to meet her with a passionate kiss. When he pulled away, he grinned and her eyes fluttered open after being floored by the way he had kissed her. “So, you like it?”

“I love it,” she giggled.

Dean’s arm opened up to to the room and he gestured her in. “After you.”

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After devouring the cheeseburgers, fries, and what turned out to be a beer well worth the trip, the two both had aching faces from smiling at their time together. As the stereo played on, Journey’s ‘Faithfully’ came on and Dean took one more swig of his beer with a smile.

“Come on,” he told her as he stood.

Riley looked at him with a curious smirk. “You can’t be serious.”

“Deadly.” Dean smiled, putting out his hand to help her stand.

She finally obliged him with a soft laugh.

Pulling her close, Dean put his large hand around her waist and rested it on the small of Riley’s back, his other hand holding hers as they swayed to the music.

“You know,” Dean said softly. “If someone told me I’d do this for a girl someday, I’d have told them they were high.” They both laughed. “You make me do stupid shit, woman.”

Riley’s face fell as she was struck by a realization.

“What’s wrong? Did I fuck this up? Because I have no idea what I’m doing. Don’t blame me, blame every romantic comedy ever.” Dean stopped, embarrassed by what he had said. “...which I never watch, by the way.”

“No. No, it’s perfect,” she told him with restraint. “I just--I just suddenly realized this is the last birthday that…”

Dean knew exactly what she was saying. He wouldn’t be around for her next birthday or any after that for that matter. That’s why he had to make her feel special. The hunter wasn’t going to waste what time he had left time with Riley. And he wasn’t about to let anything ruin their night together.

“Well, Sam got another room, so it’s just you and me,” he said with a flirty smirk as he slid Riley’s other hand up and around his neck.

Staring into his eyes, the candlelight flickered and danced in his green irises. The world always disappeared in those moments with him.

So with a sigh, Riley tried to let go of everything else even though a tear slipped down her cheek. “Okay. We have tonight, right?”

His thumb wiped away the tear and he lost himself in her. Dean never grew used to how beautiful Riley was. He could stare at her for hours and still feel his stomach flip like the first time he saw her.

“...I love you,” he whispered. Dean was never good at using those words. They came few and far between, but he always showed the words he couldn’t say. So, when he did say them, Riley knew how deeply he meant it.

“I love you, too.”

They came together in a heated kiss as they eagerly pressed against each other. It was slow, yet intense and created a fire inside them both.

Dean picked her up and she wrapped her legs around him before he slowly laid her down on the bed, his eyes never losing hers. Every motion was steady and deliberate. His hands were gentle and loving as they ran over her and tenderly undressed her as she did the same for him.

Riley’s breath hitched as Dean mouth placed open-mouthed, fervent kisses down her neck and chest as he worshipped her. He watched her gasp as he touched her in a way that made her eyes shut as she arched her back.

Dean kept his rhythm with her, watching her every movement and reaction as she writhed underneath him and came undone. As she caught her breath, Dean found his place above her and their lips met in an uncontrollably hungry kiss.

“I need you,” she whined under her breath.

Bringing them together, they both moaned as he whispered in her ear. “I’m yours.”

------

Later that night, the two laid naked in each other’s arms with the sheet intertwined between them. Music still played and the candles had almost all burnt out, their clothes strewn about the room.

Sam came through the door as he asked tiredly, “hey are you guys, conscious? Bobby called and--”

His eyes fell on the couple and he groaned in disgust seeing that Dean wasn’t covered in all the areas he wished he had been. “Oh, god, dude...cover yourself up! Jesus.”

Riley and Dean woke to the noise. The sleepy blue-eyed girl covered up.

Dean just smiled at his brother with barely opened eyes. “This is how God intended it, Sammy.”

“Ugh,” Sam groused. “Someone give me a knife so I can gouge my eyes out.”

------

The Impala leaped and bounded over dips in the road and her engine roared. Dean’s cheers of excitement along with loud music echoed from the car and into the night.

Both Riley and Sam looked uneasy, but said nothing as Dean grinned from ear to ear.

“Woo!” he shouted with pure joy.

“You know, Dean,” Sam said from the back, “that was a part of you I never wanted to see.”

With a quick glance to his brother in the rearview mirror, Dean’s eyes still beamed. “Hey, I appreciate you giving me some time with my girl tonight. It was much needed.” Taking Riley’s hand, he put her knuckles to his lips and kissed them, still smiling.

Sam chuckled softly. “Yeah, no problem.”

“Really?” he asked with an approving look.

“Yeah. You deserve to have a little fun.”

Dean smirked at Riley. “Well, I guess that means you and I are gonna be having a lot of fun, sweetheart,” he added with a playful wink.

Rolling her eyes in a teasing manner, Riley shifted to look towards Sam. “So, what did Bobby say he found?”

“Not much. Crop failure and a cicada swarm outside of Lincoln, Nebraska. Could be demonic omens--”

“Could also just be the failing crops or someone forgot the bug spray.”

“True. But it’s the only lead we’ve got. Bobby said he didn’t find any weird deaths or anything. Not yet at least.”

“It's weird, man,” Dean chimed in. “I mean, the night the Devil's Gate opened, all these weirdo storm clouds were sighted over how many cities? Seventeen? You'd think it would be ‘Apocalypse Now’, but it's been five days and bubkis. I mean, what are the demons waiting for?”

Sam just shrugged. “Beats me.”

“It's driving me crazy. I tell you, if it's gonna be war, I wish it would just start already.”

With a look of concern and sadness, Riley muttered under her breath, “can’t say I share your sentiment.”

------

The next morning, Sam, Dean, and Riley pulled up outside a farmhouse in what looked like the middle of nowhere. Green fields and trees surrounded the property, the air filled with the sound of cicadas.

As they all got out of the car, Dean held a large, bacon cheeseburger in his hand, taking slow, large bites from it.

Riley put a hand over her eyes to block the sun as she looked around. “Jesus. Those cicadas sound like they’re everywhere.” With a glance back at the brothers, she asked, “that can’t be good, can it?”

“No. No, it can’t,” Sam replied.

Bobby had already been waiting for them as he leaned against his beat-up car. He walked over to greet them and his eyes went straight to Dean. “So, we’re eating bacon cheeseburgers for breakfast now, are we?”

“Well, I sold my soul,” Dean answered with a mouthful. “Got a year to live. I ain't sweating the cholesterol.”

A heavy sigh came from Riley at his words. How could he not see how much it killed her and Sam when he talked like that? And even among all those emotions of confusion and heartache, Riley couldn’t feel it like she used to.

Her empathic abilities seemed to have dulled after her death, but that night in the cemetery, she had felt more powerful than ever. Only now, everything felt muted. Riley realized how helpless she felt not being able to know what the others were feeling or thinking. For the first time, she missed being an empath.

Trying to ignore the thoughts that raced through her a mile a minute, she moved on from them. “So, Bobby...what’s going on? Are we thinking biblical plague? ‘Cause I gotta tell ya, I’m not fond of the whole ‘firstborn dies’ thing.”

“Well, let's find out,” Bobby motioned towards the porch and they all went up the wooden steps. “Looks like the swarm's ground zero.”

Dean pounded his fist against the door. “Candygram!”

There was no answer except the chirping of the millions of cicadas.

Riley knelt down and picked the lock.

As they finally opened the door, they all covered their noses and coughed in disgust as they gagged. The smell of death wafted through the home. Stale air mixed with the what could only be described as rotting meat with drops of cheap perfume was enough to make the hunters feel the urge to vomit.

“Oh, god. That’s fucking awful,” Sam mumbled through his hand that covered his mouth.

With a groan, the older Winchester replied, “mm. That so can’t be a good sign.”

The house was almost the picture perfect example of what a farmhouse would look like in the movies. Flower wallpaper covered the walls and brightened the rooms with doily curtains draped over the windows. The wooden floors creaked under the hunters’ heavy boots as they walked through the home.

Guns drawn, Sam, Riley, and Dean fought through the stench as they moved methodically through the house. They cleared the rooms in a tactical fashion, covering each other’s backs. Still, their eyes all found each other when they noticed the sound of panicked screams.

Sam and Dean busted through the door of the only room that remained unchecked with Riley behind them. The brothers moaned in revulsion at the even more abhorrent smell that hit them like a bus. Flies buzzed through the room, thriving on the leftover remains.

Recoiling at the increased odor, Riley put her nose into the crook of her arm. “Oh, Christ,” she rasped.

A family of three sat on the couch, staring into the TV. They had all been dead for several days and their corpses had already begun to rot. An episode of ‘Dallas’ played on the television with the eyes of the deceased family still settled on it.

Bobby had made his way back to the others after clearing the upstairs. The smell made his face scrunch and he groaned with another cough before seeing what remained of the house’s former occupants.

“What the fuck happened here?” Sam questioned.

Dean gave a quick nod to his brother, Bobby, and Riley. “Check for sulfur.”

As they all investigated the room, Dean heard a noise out front and whistled quietly to get the others’ attention. He signaled that he was going to check it out and Riley followed.

Bobby and Sam circled around the other direction to come up behind the noise.

Out on the patio, the couple exited cautiously with their guns aimed and looked around. As Dean lead them around the side of the house, he was knocked to the ground by a man with a shotgun.

Riley’s stance changed, ready for a fight as she held her finger near the trigger staring the stranger down.

A woman joined him and stood at his side. The dark-skinned couple stared the hunters down.

Bobby and Sam came up from the other side and Bobby asked curiously, “Isaac? Tamara?” He approached them both with a grin on his face.

“Bobby?” The woman had a smooth British accent and a short pixie haircut. Her skin was gorgeously smooth with a glowy, milk chocolate tone. “What the hell are you doing here?” Tamara beamed with joy at the sight of what seemed to be an old friend.

“I could ask the same,” Bobby chuckled.

“Heya, Bobby.” Isaac boomed in a deep bass as he smiled from ear to ear. His hair was buzzed so short it almost looked like a military cut. Throwing his shotgun against his shoulder, his other hand reached out to give the older hunter a firm and welcoming handshake.

Riley’s eyes darted back and forth in uncertainty as Dean groaned on the ground.

He raised his arm pitifully and waved for attention. “Hello. Bleeding here.”

------

That night, in Tamara and Isaac’s home, the hunters all gathered in what was possibly once a combined kitchen and dining area. Voodoo paraphernalia filled the space and smelt like earth, wood, and spices. Candles that spread all over were the only light in the home the hunters had made for themselves. There were shelves upon shelves of unidentified jars, herbs and more all around them. Large bunches of herbs that were still drying, hung from the ceiling. As much as it was a home, it gave a strange feeling of an old warehouse. And the amount of lore and books put Bobby’s collection to shame.

Dean was on the phone, working his charm with the girl at the coroner’s office trying to get information on the dead family they had stumbled upon.

Riley rolled her eyes with humor at his flirty tone. With her hands in her back pockets, she studied everything Isaac and Tamara had collected over the years.

“Honey?” Isaac called fumbling through their inventory. “Where’s the Palo Santo?”

Sam and Riley exchanged a look showing neither knew what that meant, so the Winchester asked. “Palo Santo?”

“Holy wood. It’s from Peru. Just like how holy water is toxic to demons, this kind of does the same thing. Pins the bastards down during an exorcism.” Tamara dug into a bag and pulled out a large, pointed stake. She handed it to Isaac with an affectionate smile.

He smirked with a look that let them know Isaac wouldn’t know what to do without Tamara around. “Thank you, dear.”

Love. Finally, a strong emotion came through loud and clear for Riley. As much as she wanted to celebrate the returning feeling, anyone could sense the love between the couple. She glanced down at their hands to see wedding bands and smiled. Married hunters.

“I guess it can happen…” Riley thought to herself. With a quick loving look over to Dean, she tried to clear her mind of the passing notion. “So, how long have you two been married?”

“Eight years this past June,” Tamara answered with a proud expression.

“A June wedding. I bet that was nice. I think I’d wanna get married in the fall, though. It’s so beautiful--no. No! Riley, what the fuck is wrong with you? You’ve never been like this. Get these stupid ideas out of your head.”

Isaac’s hand gently went behind Tamara’s head to pull her forward as he planted a kiss on her forehead.

They truly were happy together and there was a hint of jealousy in Riley. She knew Dean wasn’t the marrying type and Riley swore she would never get married either. Being a hunter with a spouse was just asking for trouble.

Her focus went back to Dean as he walked into the room to join them. “Thank god he can’t hear my thoughts,” Riley reflected with a sigh. “But my god I love that man.”

“That was the coroner’s tech,” Dean told everyone as he tucked his phone into his pocket. “Get this--that whole family’s cause of death? Dehydration and starvation. There were no signs of restraint, no violence, no struggle. They just sat down and never got up.”

Bobby shook his head almost in disbelief. “With a stocked kitchen only feet away?”

“What is this, a demon attack?” Sam asked Bobby as he turned to face him.

“If it is, it’s not like anything I’ve ever seen, and I’ve seen plenty.”

“Well, now what? What do we do?” Dean sat on the wooden bench where Riley had been resting and his arm went around her waist to hold her close.

She tried to hide the smile that was creeping on her face, but shut down her feelings fast.

Then, as though she had forgotten for only a brief period of time, reality hit Riley, hard. Even if Dean would want to get married someday...he wouldn’t be around for it. He was going to Hell in one year...because of her. Riley would lose him forever and whatever future she fantasized of, would never come to be. That smile she had tried to hide, quickly dissipated on its own.

“Uh…” Isaac somewhat chuckled. “‘We’re’ not gonna do anything. You guys all seem nice enough, but this ain’t ‘Scooby-Doo’. We don’t play well with others. And, no offense, but we’re not teaming up with the damn fools who let the Devil’s Gate get opened in the first place.” His stern leer sat on Sam, Riley, and Dean.

Dean’s eyebrows rose and his jaw clenched. “No offense?”

“Sure, I’ve made my share of mistakes before. But I never brought on the end of the goddamn world, though,” Isaac bit.

After all that the three had been through, Dean was having a hard time taking gruff from a guy they had just met. He chuckled through his anger. “Alright, that’s enough.”

Taking Isaac’s hand, Tamara began to pull him away and lead him out of the room. “Okay, I think that’s enough testosterone for now.”

Little did they know, outside, hiding among the trees was a young woman with long blonde hair. She watched them all through the window intently before disappearing back into the shadows.

------

Sam, Dean, and Riley had responded to a call they had picked up from the police scanner. Saying they were undercover detectives, they were able to get into the closed crime scene and into one of the small shops that lined the street.

A woman had wanted a pair of shoes so badly that when she found out they had just sold the last pair, she chased down the girl that bought them. After confronting her, to get what she wanted, she bashed the victim’s head into a car windshield again and again until blood pooled from her skull. Her body was found on the sidewalk, the shoes missing.

As Sam surveyed the shop and interviewed any witnesses, he then realized Riley and Dean were nowhere to be found. He heard a rustling coming from the dressing rooms and rolled his eyes realizing that there was a couple in there.

“Guys!” he whispered firmly.

The curtain swept open and Riley cleared her throat as she buttoned the top of her shirt. Dean’s belt hung undone as he zipped up his pants and grinned.

They both scurried out and Riley could barely look Sam in the eyes knowing he caught them fooling around and she walked off. Still, Dean’s smile refused to fall as he stared his brother down.

“What are you guys doing?” Sam asked with annoyance. “We’re supposed to be working. Dead body, possible demon attack--that kind of stuff.”

Dean coughed dramatically. “Sam, I'm sorry. It's just, I don't have much time left, and, uh--” he added more theatrical coughing and his voice went husky and weak. “Got to make every second count.”

Chastened, Sam replied, “right. Yeah, sorry.”

“Apology accepted.” Still completely content, Dean’s eyes drifted toward Bobby who walked in to join them.

He was in a full suit with his hair slicked back. None of the young hunters had ever seen him undercover or even out of his worn clothes and beaten baseball caps.

“Woah,” Dean whistled. “Lookin’ pretty spiffy there, Bobby. What are you, a G-man?”

“Attorney for the D.A.’s office,” Bobby answered as he straightened his tie in the mirror. “Just spoke with the suspect.” His hands found his pockets and he strode over to the brothers as Riley found her way back to the group. “I don’t know if we’re talking demon possession or not. There's none of the usual signs--no blackouts, no loss of control. Totally lucid. Just--she really wanted those shoes. Spilled a glass of holy water on her just to be sure; nothing.”

“I saw the shoes, I get it,” Riley joked and the guys all turned to her. “What? Too soon?”

Bobby ignored the comment and went on, “First the family, now this? I don’t think this girl just went nuts. I believe in a lot of things. Coincidence ain't one of them. Did you kids find anything around here?”

“We checked everything. There’s no sulfur or anything like that anywhere. But--” Riley slyly pointed up towards a security camera on the ceiling.

Dean fixed his jacket with a pleased look on his face before his large hand took Riley’s waist. “See? We’re workin’.”

------

After going over the security footage, the group was able to pinpoint a brown-headed man with a beard and mustache to match. Just before the suspect in the shop had gone after the victim, he had whispered into her ear with a devilish grin.

Riley, Dean, and Bobby sat in a dark alley in Bobby’s car staking out a local dive bar. Neon lights lit up the black corner spot reading: The Old Terminal Pub. The soft drizzle of rain just barely made a sound as it fell onto the old car.

Bobby yawned and squinted along with it. “What time is it?”

“Seven past midnight,” Dean told him as he looked at his watch.

“You sure this is the right place?”

The Winchester groaned in exhaustion. “No. But we spent all day canvassing this stupid fucking town with this guy's stupid fucking mug, and--supposedly, he drinks at this...stupid fucking bar.”

There was a loud pounding on the window and all three jumped. It was Sam who just grinned at their discomfort before slipping into the backseat with Riley. She had been sprawled out and sat up straight to make room for her brother before shoving him.

“You’re a dick,” Riley told him.

“Yeah,” Sam disregarded his sister’s frustration.

Dean rolled his eyes as Sam’s long legs pushed against his seat in the small truck.

“Uh--alright, so, John Doe's name is Walter Rosen. He's from Oak Park, just west of Chicago. Went missing about a week ago.”

“Let me guess. The night the Devil’s Gate opened?”

“Yup. Good bet is he’s possessed.”

Riley gave Sam a curious look. “So, what? This guy just touches people and they go all--” she stopped to imitate the sound effect from the movie ‘Psycho’. “Eee! Eee! Eee!” while miming a stabbing.

“Those demons that got out at the gate--” Bobby added with his gaze still set on the bar, “they're gonna do all kinds of things we haven't seen.”

“You mean the demons we let out,” Sam rebutted solemnly.

Dean sat up quickly, noticing something in the distance. “Guys…” The man they were searching for got out of his car and walked towards the bar. “Alright. Showtime.”

As Dean got ready to get out of the car, Bobby stuck out a hand to stop him. “Wait a minute.”

“What?”

“What'd I just say? We don't know what to expect out of this guy. We should tail him ‘til we know for sure.”

“Oh, so he kills someone and we just sit here with our dicks in our hands?”

“We're no good dead! And we're not gonna make a move until we know what the score is.”

Riley tapped on Sam’s shoulder rapidly to get his attention as she pointed out the window.

The young Winchester looked in the appropriate direction before he said, “hey, Bobby. I don’t think that’s an option.”

“Why not?”

Slightly annoyed, Riley rolled her eyes and leaned forward over the center console and pointed for Dean and Bobby. “That’s why not.”

From another car across the lot, Tamara and Isaac got out and made their way towards the bar.

Bobby hit the steering wheel in frustration and cursed, “dammit!” He sighed and resigned to their lack of options.

Only a few minutes had passed before loud noises, screams, and chaos erupted from the bar.

“Alright, Dean, you’re coming with me. Riley, you and Sam get ready to haul ass with the holy water when we signal.”

Getting out of the car, Bobby and Dean sprinted across the lot towards the bar door. There was crying and screaming inside as they tried to get in. The hunters' shoulders rammed against the sealed entrance again and again, but it wouldn’t budge.

Dean held his shoulder and muttered, “son of a bitch. That’s a quality door.”

Both of them turned to the sound of squealing tires.

Riley was in the driver’s seat of Bobby’s car with a slightly panicked Sam in the passenger’s seat. She skid to a stop and through the window yelled, “get in!”

Bobby and Dean both hurried in and slammed the doors before she floored the gas. The tires screeched beneath them as she shot across the lot and stopped at the edge.

“Uh--what exactly’s the plan here, sweetheart?” Dean asked nervously.

Riley put her hand behind the passenger seat and looked over her shoulder. “Hang on.” With her foot shoved into the gas, the lemon of a car sped across the parking lot with no desire to stop.

As Sam looked out the back window, the bar grew closer and closer. “Oh, shit…” he muttered.

The back of the car broke through the bar’s large doors; rubble and wood fell all around the vehicle. Tables went slamming across the room and glass shattered.

All of the hunters scrambled out of the car to see Tara being held hostage by several demons while she cried and wailed. Isaac laid dead on the ground, blood still pouring from his mouth with a large empty bottle of drain cleaner sat beside him.

Bobby, Sam, Dean, and Riley came armed with large canteens of holy water and began to fling the liquid into the group of demons. Their skin burned and sizzled at the touch of the blessed water as they all tried to shield themselves.

Sam rushed through to grab Tamara who was screaming Isaac’s name. She was thrusting herself in the direction of his body, desperately wanting to be at his side.

Continuing to spray the water around, Riley stopped as an emotion hit her like a punch to the chest. The wind was knocked out of her as she slightly stumbled back and grabbed at her heart. It was Tamara’s grief, consuming her like wildfire.

Riley nearly winced at the pain before she ran to help Sam pull her away. “He’s gone! He’s gone, Tamara! We gotta go!”

The young Winchester and Riley had to force her into the car as she kicked and screamed wanting to get back to Isaac. Dean and Bobby covered their backs as they continued their assault on the demons with the jugs of water.

“Dean! Bobby! Come on!” Riley shouted.

Bobby rushed to the driver’s seat, ready to go while Dean kept on fighting. When he ran out of holy water, the bearded man from earlier smiled mischievously. The Winchester charged at him and overpowered the man before throwing him into the trunk. A Devil’s Trap was inscribed on the trunk lid that Dean then slammed shut.

He tumbled into the front seat of the car and closed his door as he yelled, “go, go, go, go, go, go, go!”

The car was shifted into gear and the five of them peeled out of the bar.

All of the demons that remained in the wrecked pub watched the car drive away, their eyes black as they panted out of breath.

------

Back at Tamara and Isaac’s house, the captured demon sat tied to a chair in a nearly empty room. A Devil’s Trap was on the ceiling above him, keeping the creature from going anywhere as an argument went on in the next room.

“...and I say we're going back-- now!” Tamara shouted. “I left my husband bloody on the floor! None of you have to go--you can stay. But I’m going back to that bar.” She began to go for the front door and Dean followed behind.

“I'll go with her.”

Riley was sitting in a chair with her feet bouncing with anxiety. Her empathic abilities were coming back and with all the emotions around her, it was becoming difficult to ground herself. She almost didn’t even hear Dean’s declaration to leave.

“It's suicide, Dean!” Sam barked.

“So what? I'm dead already!”

Completely fed up, Riley marched over to Dean. She felt like she was going to explode and hearing Dean say what he did was the last straw. “And how exactly do you two plan on killing them? You can’t shoot them. You can’t stab them. It’s not like you’re gonna be able to get them to wait in line for an exorcism!”

Tamara just yelled back through her tears, “I don't care!”

Riley then took a deep breath to calm herself. She knew how much Tamara loved her husband, the bond they had.

That was exactly why hunters should never get married. But Riley looked at Dean’s face and realized that it didn’t matter if she wore a ring or not. She was bound to him forever. Riley didn’t have to be his wife to need him or to suffer unimaginably if she lost him. And only a year from then, Riley would be just as inconsolable when she would lose Dean to the deal he had made. Marriage didn’t make that bond, love did.

With softer eyes, Riley looked at the grieving widow. “Look, we’re working with basically nothing right now and we don’t even know how many of them we’re dealing with.”

Bobby entered the room with a large, old book in his hands. It was open and his gaze was set on it. “Yeah, we do. There's seven. Do you have any idea who we're up against?” Bobby nearly seethed through his teeth. The others waited silently with no answer. “The seven deadly sins, live and in the flesh!”

With a pause and a dorky grin, Dean joked with the quote, “‘what’s in the box?’”

Everyone just stared at him in an awkward silence. Riley usually loved his references but she was too fragile to enjoy it.

Realizing no one appreciated his joke, Dean’s face fell. “Brad Pitt? ‘Se7en’? No?” Bobby slammed the book shut and threw it at the older Winchester. Dean’s eyes grew as if saying ‘tough crowd’ before he asked, “what’s this?”

“Binsfeld's Classification of Demons. In 1589, Binsfeld ID'd the seven sins--not just as human vices but as actual devils.”

Putting two and two together, Sam weighed in. “The family--they were touched by Sloth. And the shopper…”

“That's Envy's doing--the customer we got in the next room,” Bobby nodded in the demon’s direction. “I couldn't suss it out at first, until Isaac. He was touched with an awful Gluttony.”

“I don't give a rat's ass if they're the Three Stooges or the Four Tops!” Tamara bit through her sobs, filled with wrath. “I'm gonna slaughter every last one of them!”

“We already did it your way. You burst in there half-cocked and look what happened! These demons haven't been topside in half a goddamn millennium! We're talking medieval, Dark Ages! We've never faced anything close to this! So, we are gonna take a breath…and figure out what our fucking next move is!” he screamed. Bobby began to calm himself and then spoke in a much softer and calmer voice. “I am sorry for your loss.”

Tamara was practically shaking with rage as she stormed out of the room. The others could hear chuckling from the opposite side of the wall and went to where they had been keeping the demon.

“So, you know who I am, huh?” Envy asked cockily to the hunters.

“We do,” Bobby told the demon. “We're not impressed.”

Riley crossed the room to Dean as she passed the possessed man. “What’s your game? Why are you even here?”

When it didn’t answer, Dean raised his voice. “She asked you a question, asshole.”

Envy chuckled condescendingly and the older brother opened a flask of water to splash on him. The demon groaned as his skin burned. "Ahh! Ugh...we already have…” he panted, “...what we want.”

“What's that?”

“We're out. We're free. Thanks to you, my kind are everywhere. I am Legion, for we are many.” The creature laughed at the others in the room. “So me, I'm just celebrating. Having a little fun. See, some people crochet--others golf. Me? I like to see people's insides...on their outside.”

“I'm gonna put you down like a dog.” Tamara gritted her teeth.

“Please. You really think you're better than me?” Envy chortled with a large grin across his face. “Which one of you can cast the first stone, huh? What about you, Dean? You're practically a walking billboard of gluttony and lust.”

Dean nodded slightly in acknowledgment.

“And Tamara. All that wrath. Oooh…” he clicked his tongue. “Tsk, tsk, tsk. It's the reason you and Isaac became hunters in the first place, isn't it? It's so much easier to...drink in the rage than to face what really happened all those years ago.”

Tamara’s face twisted in anger and she smacked him, hard, twice. Dean and Bobby finally pulled her back as she fought against them.

“Aah! Whew!” Envy laughed again at the rise he got from the hunters. “My point exactly. And you call us sins. We're not sins, man. We are natural human instinct. And you can repress and deny us all you want, but the truth is, you are just animals. Horny...greedy...hungry...violent animals. And you know what? You'll be slaughtered like animals, too.” With a pause, the demon leaned back to relax in his chair. “The others--they're coming for me.”

“Maybe,” Dean said with a tilt of his head. “But they're not gonna find you...'cause you'll be in Hell.” The evil creature looked almost taken back and scared at the threat. “Someone send this fucker packing.”

With an angry smirk on her face, Tamara opened up her book and stood in front of Envy. “With pleasure,” she answered before reading. “Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica…”

Bobby, the Winchesters, and Riley stood in the kitchen area to regroup. The sound of the demon’s painful screams echoed through the air.

“I don't think we're gonna have to worry about hunting them,” Bobby told them. “I think maybe this joker's right. They're gonna be hunting us and they're not gonna quit easy.”

“You guys, why don't you take Tamara and head for the hills?” Dean looked at his family, completely unmoved. “I'll stay back, slow them down, buy you a little time.”

Riley scoffed. “I don’t fucking think so, Dean.”

“Yeah,” Sam agreed. “You can forget that shit.”

“There's six of them, guys.” Dean shook his head. “No. You all gotta go. We're outmanned, we're outgunned. We'll be dead by dawn.

As her eyes went up to meet Dean’s green irises, Riley let him know it was her turn to speak. “There’s nowhere we can go that they won’t find us, so it doesn’t matter. Besides,” she took Dean’s hand in hers and laced their fingers. Her other hand reached up to lay on his cheek. “If we go down...we do it together.”

Everything inside Dean wanted his family as far away as possible and safe. His mind raced as he imagined how terribly the night could end before Riley’s thoughts spilled into his.

“It’s us against the world, right?”

Dean couldn’t fight the smile that slowly curled up his face. It felt like it had been so long since he last heard Riley’s voice like that. The hunter put his palm over the smaller hand on his face and leaned into it.

Pulling her hand down to his side locked with his, Dean looked to the others with resolve. “Let’s give ‘em hell, then.”

From the other room, the demon gave out a final terrified scream. The house shook and a gust of wind blew out the candles around them.

Tamara slammed the book shut as she came from the other room. “Demon's out of the guy. But he didn’t make it,” she added coldly.

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The old house shielded the hunters as they worked diligently to ready themselves for the coming attack. Candles around them danced across the room and over their faces. It was silent as Riley and Dean loaded their shotguns while Sam sat across the room filling flasks with holy water.

Sam, Dean, and Riley paused as they all looked towards each other. None of them uttered a word, just sharing a silent moment, like soldiers accepting their fate before battle. They didn’t know if they would make it out of that house alive, but if they were going down, they were going down swinging.

Dean leaned over to plant a soft kiss on Riley’s temple. When she glanced over at him, their foreheads leaned together with their eyes shut.

“‘Til the end,” Riley told him through a thought.

He sighed and inhaled her scent deeply as a source of comfort. “‘Til the end.”

The candle flames began to flicker as if they trembled in fear of what was to come. As they looked around, an old radio sparked to life, playing the beginnings of a scratchy recording of the gospel song ‘We Shall Not Be Moved”,

Cocking his shotgun, Dean stood with a nod. “Here we go.”

"I shall be, I shall not be moved.

I shall be, I shall not be moved.

Like a tree that's planted by the water,

I shall not be moved.

I shall be, I shall not be moved.

Like a tree that's planted by the water,

I shall not be moved."

With Bobby and Tamara in the main room, and Riley and the Winchesters down the hall, they all looked through the boarded up windows. The moonlight poured through and cast down its glow over them and onto the floor. They waited patiently and the music droned on until a cry came from outside.

“Tamara! Tamara!” It was Isaac. “Tamara! Tamara! Help me! Please!” he wailed with blood still coming out of his mouth.

Anguished, Tamara looked back at Bobby and then out the window again.

“Tamara! I got away, but I'm hurt bad! I need help!”

“It's not him,” Bobby insisted. “It's one of those demons. It's possessing his corpse.”

Isaac began to pound loudly on the door. “Baby! Why won't you let me in? You left me behind back there. How could you do that? We swore...at that lake in Michigan. Remember? We swore we would never leave each other!”

She turned to the aged hunter again and began to sob. “How did he know that?”

“You just gonna leave me out here? You just gonna let me die?!” Isaac stopped yelling and his voice lowered into a sinister growl. “I guess that's what you do, dear! Like that night those things came to our house--came for our daughter! You just let her die, too.”

“You son of a bitch!” Tamara howled at the top of her lungs. She pushed the door open and broke the thick salt line at the entrance before tackling the possessed body of her dead husband.

As they hit the ground, Tamara sat on top of him and raised the Palo Santo stake. “You're not Isaac!” She plunged the wood deep into his chest. His flesh sizzled and she screamed with heartache.

The other six demons crossed the broken salt line and sauntered into the house. One, an overweight balding man, cornered Bobby, who backed up slowly leading him into the side room. He stalked him with confidence, smiling until he stopped as if he had hit an invisible wall.

As the demon looked around, dumbfounded, he realized he was standing under a Devil’s Trap. It’s face immediately turned to one of fear and pleading until Bobby grinned.

“Fat, drunk, and stupid is no way to go through life, son.” He opened his book that sat nearby and began to read. “Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica…” Bobby continued the exorcism as Sloth yelled out in pain.

In a hallway not far away, Dean and Riley were cornered by an attractive, blonde demon--Lust. They all threw punches as she advanced on them with a smile

The couple stumbled backward until they were pushed back into a bathroom.

“I suppose you’re Lust,” Dean said very matter of fact.

Lust smirked at the hunter. “Baby, I'm whatever you want me to be.”

“Ew,” Riley scoffed in disgust. “Tacky.”

Moaning in pleasure, the demon grew closer. “I can just smell the desire between you two. Dean...the way you think about Riley--how you can never get enough. You get hard just thinking about how you make her scream your name when you fuck her. And, Riley...tsk tsk tsk. You dirty, dirty girl. You’re no better. Always imagining him inside you--the way he makes you writhe underneath him until you explode,” Lust teased as she closed her eyes to feel the tension. “It’s making me horny just being around you both. I say...you have it out right now,” she smiled in a sinister fashion. “Fuck her, Dean. Fuck her right here, right now.”

Riley and Dean turned to each other feeling the magnetic pull between them. They fought it briefly, but only for a second before thrusting themselves into the other. Their lips crashed together as their tongues passionately explored their mouths.

Dean rushed her against the wall with force before his mouth went to suck on her neck and Riley moaned out in rapture. She held his head in place and grabbed at his belt as he groped her chest. They both groaned in satisfaction with every touch.

Lust walked closer to them both to watch the show she had put on with the hunters as her puppets.

Upstairs, a demon kicked a door in and sent it clear across the room.

Sam looked around as the demon, a young man in a business suit and dark black eyes, entered with a nasty smile on his face.

“Here's Johnny!” He came toward the hunter with unwavering confidence as Sam backed up.

The Winchester held his flask of holy water to hold back the two demons flanking him.

But the demon looked up to see the Devil’s Trap on the ceiling and smirked. “Come on. You really think something like that is gonna fool someone like me? I mean, me?”

“Let me guess--you're Pride.”

Pride grinned, pleased with himself he gestured to the ceiling. A long crack appeared and split the symbol, breaking any power it may have once held. “Hmm. The root of all sin. And you...are Sam Winchester. That's right, I've heard of you. We've all heard of you. The prodigy--the boy prince. Destined to guide Hell into battle at the side of your queen, Riley. Looking at you now, I got to tell you--don't believe the hype. You think I'm gonna bow to a cut-rate, piss-poor human like you? I have my pride, after all. And now with your yellow-eyed friend dead, I guess I don't really have to do a fuckin’ thing, now do I?” Sam grew more and more nervous as the demon rambled on. “You're fair game now, boy, and it's open season.”

Meanwhile, in the bathroom, Dean and Riley were working to pull off each other’s jackets, still desperately clawing at the other. Dean pushed them further back until they were nearly touching Lust.

In one swift movement, they flipped around to grab her. Riley tossed open the shower curtain as Dean plunged the possessed woman face-first into the filled bathtub. A rosary floated in the water, blessing it into holy water and Lust screamed in agony.

In the upstairs loft again, Pride knocked Sam to the ground. He pulled the hunter up with an arm wrapped around his throat and began to strangle him.

Sam gagged and choked as he struggled to get away.

Suddenly, the blonde woman that had been stalking the hunters before, appeared with a knife strapped to her thigh. Pulling out the knife, she grit her teeth and slashed the throat of Gluttony. A bright, fiery light appeared in the cut before he fell to the floor--dead.

Greed’s neck snapped in the girl’s direction and said with recognition, “you!” The demon punched the familiar face twice until she was knocked away.

But when she and Greed rushed at each other, the girl plunged her knife into the demon’s chest and yanked upwards to tear her insides. The demon dropped and joined Gluttony’s fellow corpse.

Pride let Sam go, enraged with the one killing his fellow demon, and went to tackle her. Only for Sam tug him away and punch his face; putting him directly in the path of the girl’s blade. She shoved it into his neck and up into his mouth with a grunt.

Pride gargled and his mouth dropped open, exposing the blade inside him. Sparks of demonic energy fluttered from him before he collapsed.

Sam panted as he tried to catch his breath and eyed the stranger, bewildered. “Who the hell are you?”

“I'm the girl that just saved your ass.”

“Well, I just saved yours, too.”

She chuckled and turned to leave before adding, “see you around, Sam.”

“Wait!” Sam hurried to the hallway to follow her, but looking in both directions, he saw she was somehow already gone.

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Early the next morning, Sam, Dean, and Riley piled the corpses of the vessels that hadn’t survived into a shallow pit. Riley poured salt over them as Sam doused them in fuel.

Across the field, Tamara stood in front of a lit funeral pyre as she mourned the death of her husband.

“Think she's gonna be alright?” Sam asked.

With one more look at the grieving wife and then a glance toward Riley, Dean remembered the grief he felt when he lost her. It was an unimaginable pain that no one should ever have to know. Had she never come back and he had lost her forever, Dean would never have been the same. “No. Definitely not.”

Bobby came out of the house looking completely exhausted. Large bags encircled his eyes and his face was pale.

“Well, you look like hell warmed over,” Dean teased.

Shooting him look, Bobby replied, “you try exorcizing all fucking night and see how you feel.”

“Bobby,” Riley started as she put the gear back into their duffel, “did any of them make it?”

“Well, the pretty girl and the heavy guy, they'll make it. Lifetime of therapy bills ahead but, still…”

“That's more than you can say for these poor bastards,” Dean added.

Sam turned to Bobby with a look of curiosity. “Bobby, that knife--what kind of blade can kill a demon?”

“Yesterday, I would have said there was no such thing.”

“I'm just gonna ask it again--” Dean shrugged. “Who was that masked chick? Actually, the more troubling question would be, how come a girl could kick your ass?”

Riley slugged Dean in the arm and he winced. “Wanna try that one again, Winchester?”

Rubbing his arm, Dean answered, “no, ma’am.”

The younger brother chuckled. “Yeah, well, if you want a troubling question, I got one for you. If we let out the seven deadly sins, what else did we let out?”

Both Dean and Riley paused at the thought before Dean replied, “you're right. That is troubling.” He struck a match and tossed it onto the bodies. Flames immediately grew as they looked down at the shallow grave.

Later, as the bonfires began to settle down, they all prepared to leave. Tamara didn’t hesitate to head toward her car with a quick, “see you all around.”

“Tamara?” Bobby called and her head turned at her name. “The world just got a lot scarier. Be careful.”

“You too,” she told him before getting into her car. Tamara sputtered the engine to life before taking off down the road as dirt kicked up beneath the wheels.

Bobby’s hand went into his pocket as he pulled out his car keys. “Alright, you three. Keep your eyes peeled for omens. I'll do the same.”

As she somewhat bounced on her toes with nerves, Riley met his gaze. “Bobby, we’re gonna win this thing...right?”

There was a long pause during which they all looked uncomfortable and filled with worry. Riley felt it all. Even without words, she knew, Bobby and the boys worried about the answer to her question just as much as she did.

“Catch you on the next one,” was all Bobby said before he went to his car.

The three young hunters watched his car disappear before they lingered toward the Impala.

“So, where to?” Dean asked.

Sam’s eyes went to Riley as if they shared an agenda Dean didn’t quite know yet. “Uh--I don't know. I was thinking Louisiana maybe.”

“Little early for Mardi Gras, isn't it?”

“Yeah. Listen, I was talking to Tamara, and she mentioned this hoodoo priestess outside of Shreveport that might be able to help us out. You know, with your--with your demon deal.”

“Nah,” Dean said plainly.

“‘Nah’? What does that mean, ‘nah’?”

“Sam, no hoodoo spell's gonna break this deal, all right? It's a goose chase. Forget it. She can't help.”

Riley bit her tongue as Sam tried to cut in again. “Look, it's worth--”

But Dean just spoke over his brother. “We're not going and that's that. What about Reno, huh?” Dean smacked Sam’s arm playfully before he turned to walk on.

She couldn’t take it anymore. Riley strode in front of Dean and blocked him with a stern look. “I’ve had it. I’ve tried to act like nothing’s wrong, given into your every whim to make you happy, and you’re just gonna blow us off? We’re trying to keep you alive, Dean!” She lowered her voice as a lump grew in her throat. “I mean, you act like you want this...”

“No, it's not like that.”

“Then what is it?” she pleaded. “Tell me.”

Dean’s head fell and he bit his bottom lip searching for the words to say before his eyes met hers again. “We trap the crossroads demon, trick it, try to welch our way out of the deal in any way? You die. Okay? You die. Those are the terms. There's no way out of it. If you try to find a way, so help me god, I'm gonna stop you. I’m not gonna let either of you do anything that ruins this.”

With her mouth slightly agape, Riley almost whispered with disbelief, “how? How could you make a deal like that, Dean?”

“'Cause I couldn't live with you dead--couldn't do it. There’s no life that I could want if you aren’t in it.”

“So, what? I’m just supposed to go on with my life?”

“That's the general idea, yeah.”

“Yeah, well, you're a hypocrite, Dean,” Sam butted in. “How did you feel when Dad sold his soul for you? 'Cause I was there. I remember. You were twisted and broken. And now you go and do the same thing. To her--to us. What you did was selfish.”

“Yeah, you're right. It was selfish. But I'm okay with that.”

“Well, we’re not.”

Dean ran a hand over his face and looked off into the distance with a sigh. His attention went back to Riley and Sam as he slightly shrugged. “Truth is, I'm tired. I don't know, it's like there's a--a light at the end of the tunnel.”

Those words about made Riley’s knees collapse underneath her.

“It's Hellfire, Dean.”

As her leg shook with anxiety and swelling emotions, Riley could barely look at Dean. Tears began to fall from her eyes. “So you won’t even fight? You’re tired and want this whole fucked up hunting life to be done--sure, I get that. But you won’t even for us?” Riley couldn’t help but feel her heart break. “What happened to forever?” her voice cracked.

“Sweetheart,” he sighed. “I am yours...forever--even after I’m gone. That may not be how we planned it, but it is what it is. We need to make the most out of the time we have. I got one year and I’m not gonna waste it. Especially after us losing the--” Dean’s voice trailed off realizing that he had just started a conversation he wasn’t prepared for.

Sam’s brow furrowed and his jaw clenched knowing the news Riley was about to get.

“Losing what?” she asked.

“I--I’m tired,” Dean stammered nervously. “I dunno what I’m talking about.”

“Losing what, Dean? What did we lose?”

He took her hand and stared lovingly into her eyes. Tears formed and ached to fall as he wished more than anything he didn’t have to tell her the truth. “Rye…”

“Dean, you’re scaring me.”

Clearing his throat, he pushed on. “When--when I went to make that deal, the, uh--the demon...she told me that the deal would only save one soul.” A tear fell down his cheek. “That it would bring you back...but it wouldn’t bring back the baby.”

Riley nearly gasped as it felt like her heart stopped in her chest. “...what?”

Dean sniffled. “You were pregnant--a couple weeks. I tried--I tried to make the deal for you both, but I couldn’t. I’m so, so sorry, Rye. I tried--I promise I tried,” he cried.

She stumbled backward as if she had been struck. Tears flowed freely from Riley’s eyes but her face went vacant with no expression, though her lip trembled.

Dean was crushed as he watched her silently come undone. “Sweetheart...please say something.”

“We…” her voice shook. “We made a baby?”

A brief sob escaped Dean’s lips before he swallowed the rest down. “Yeah, honey. We did.”

The couple’s eyes locked, soaked with the suffering that poured from them. At that moment, they grieved their loss together.

Riley licked the tears from her lip and sniffled. “Gimme a minute, ‘kay?”

The brothers both nodded as she walked out into the field nearby. They watched as she stared into the horizon, the sun glistening over the hills.

She wrapped her arms around herself as the breeze blew her hair gently across her face. The sound of the moving grass and trees in the wind whistled softly, just barely covering her cries.

Sam and Dean rested against Baby’s hood with heavy hearts, never taking their eyes off her.

“I can’t fix this, Sammy…” Dean could barely utter.

“No,” Sam sighed before putting a hand on his brother’s shoulder in comfort. “No, you can’t.”

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S3 Chapter 2: The Kids are Alright

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