#CASS STOP DRIVING YOUR MOM INSANE!!

[caitlynmeow]

The post about Cass' gf/wife was wholesome. Could you give some hcs about those kiddos appearance-wise or personality-wise or anything really ?

omg yes! ok so they do end up having three daughters because Cass is a big family person and she can't exist in any other way c:

First daughter:

She takes after her mom in terms of looks: blonde hair and blue eyes.

Her name is Aurelia

She was born on May 25.

She's curious and always asking questions.

She's a chatterbox and very social.

Stranger danger? Not this baby! She's always smiling at strangers and probably wouldn't stop to think twice before going with a strange person anymore.

Definitely can't take your eyes off of her because she'll get herself abducted (she just wants to make friends)

Generally, she's an easygoing fun baby, although can be a huge brat but her mothers adore her and don't see anything wrong.

Being the first granddaughter, Aurelia was somewhat smug. She wouldn't always approach her grandmother or aunties, just being aloof and somewhat arrogant.

The birth of her younger sister changed that entirely. Suddenly, she's super affectionate and doesn't stop talking and loving everyone's company.

Second daughter

One day, wife said that she needed to fly home for a quick matter that she needed to take care of before returning to Romania. Cassandra kinda sorta blew things out of proportion and somehow made it seem as if her wife was leaving her.

While wife was trying to make sense of the sudden outburst, she realized suddenly ‘Oh my god you’re pregnant!’

‘Don’t be ridiculous, I’m not. Don’t try to change the subject’

‘I’m not changing the subject, I’m putting two and two together,’ Because Cassandra is crazy but this is a different kind of crazy and wife saw it before while her wife was pregnant with their first child. She knows it when she sees it.

Out of pure spite, Cassandra got tested just so that she can throw the negative test in her wife’s face.

The rest came out positive.

She still insisted that her wife was leaving her and Aurelia and just— doing whatever.

Wife had to get Alcina involved because Cassandra started packing 😭

Alcina, knowing that no one is leaving anyone, told wife to go and that she'll handle Cassandra. She did let her daughter and granddaughter stay in the castle for the duration of their time apart because Alcina secretly wants to spend a lot of time with her granddaughter (Cass is going to calm down on her own anyway)

A few phone calls later, Casaandra's sanity was back and all was good (she still stayed in the castle until her wife returned tho)

After more bouts of insanity (it's hormones okay, Cass is not guilty of anything because the fetus was driving her insane daily)

Their second daughter was born on December 12

Her name is Adelina

She takes after both of her mothers, she has Cassandra’s brown hair and wife's blue eyes.

Definitely not having her birthday combined with Christmas, absolutely not.

Cassandra makes sure that all of Adelina’s birthdays are huge for that reason alone, and she gets presents both on her birthday and on Christmas because these are two separate occasions.

She has selective mutism- with her family and friends she’s wild and talkative and the life of any social setting. With strangers? She doesn’t say a word.

When she started school, it took her about a week to warm up to her teacher and classmates before turning into a chatterbox.

She's very smart. during pre-k, she was moved from her class and into the older kids class (she was a 2-year-old in a class of 3-year-olds) because she wasn't having fun with the other 2-year-olds. she's amrt and needs the mental stimulation.

Third daughter

She takes after Cassandra, brown hair and golden eyes.

They were celebrating Alcina’s birthday when in the evening Cassandra’s water broke and they had to go to the hospital.

The baby was born on the same day, barely two minutes before midnight.

When Alcina walked into the room to look at her youngest granddaughter, she wasn’t expecting what came out of Cassandra’s mouth.

The baby was small, and sleeping.

Usually, by the time Cassandra had any of her daughters, they always were torn between two different names and couldn’t really pick one. Aurelia was the only one who had her name picked out. Adelina was almost named Amelia and perhaps Amelia is what this new baby is going to be named.

Or so Alcina thought.

‘She kinda ruined your birthday’ Cassandra said. ‘We’re naming her after you’

'and she also looks like you' wife joked (but not really since Cass looks a lot like Alcina herself and this baby is following in their footsteps)

Perhaps for the first time in her life, Alcina was speechless.

Alcina is born on May 2, just like her grandmother.

#im sorry these are so long ;A; #but cassandra and her babies are very special to me and i can't stop talking about them #house dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #resident evil village #daniela dimitrescu #resident evil 8 #bela dimitrescu #re8 #alcina dimitrescu #headcanon

[out-of-context-batfam]

Batgirl (2000) #51

#BABS IS FULL OF REACTION IMAGES IN COMICS!! SHE EVEN HAS A SPIT TAKE IN THIS SAME BATGIRL SERIES #BABS BEING A MOOD IS AMAZING THING #CASS STOP DRIVING YOUR MOM INSANE!! #DRIVE BRUCE INSANE INSTEAD!! THATS WHAT HE IS THERE FOR #dc comics #batfam #batfamily #out of context #batgirl #oracle #Barbara Gordon #hackerbat #funny #dammit babs #I love Babs #mood #reaction image

[trashyswitch]

Golden Freddy's Tickly Torment

Cassidy (Golden Freddy) remembers something from her childhood that proves super useful on William. She also finds out some body & Ghost connections and some bodily functions that William now lacks.

This fanfic has implied torture. But, there is a secret that makes the torture a little easier for the reader to handle.

This fanfic prompt was suggested by @trashylever on Tumblr. Link

I hope you enjoy!

Golden Freddy was sitting with William in the closet that he had been locked in for a decade now. Throughout all those years...William suffered at the hands of Golden Freddy. The Golden bear counterpart of Springtrap had been possessed by one of the victims of William’s kill streak: Cassidy. And Cassidy was determined to make William suffer for as many years as she can, so William regrets every second he took killing those innocent kids. While Charlie was looking after all the ghosts and protecting them from the hands of William, Cassidy was busy driving William insane in as many ways as she could…

Right now, Cassidy was doing what she normally did: taking his ear off, and talking some more into the separated ear. She kept on rambling and rambling and rambling...There was never a second of quiet. The only time Cassidy would take a break was to allow William the chance to not drown her out. By the time she stopped talking, William had turned the rambling into mumbling.

But then...it went silent…

Too silent…

...waaaay too-

“Oh yeah! I remember one time I was going to my friend’s house for a play date-”

Aaaaand there it was again. And again...and a-fucking-gain.

“And she wanted me to give her the game boy! But I didn’t wanna stop playing the game! So she decided to tickle me until I let go of it. I managed to last 10 minutes straight before I finally let go! Isn’t that amazing?!” She told him.

“Ugh…” He mumbled.

“I’ll take that as a big, fat, definite yes.” She started poking his arm.

William was about to smack her across the face. That would easily shut her up. It certainly did the trick when-

“Saaay, speaking of tickle-tickle-tickling, were you tickled as a kid?” She asked.

……….Wait what?

“No. Why would I be?” William lied.

“Everyone gets tickled at least once, William. How often were you ever tickled? How ticklish even are you? Did your Mom tickle you? Or your Dad? Or did both of your parent’s tickle you? Did you have an older brother or sister? DId they tickle you? Were you able to fight back? Or did you just take it like a strong boy?” Cassidy kept asking question after question.

William began to grow uncomfortable with what they were talking about now. Everytime she said the word...It gave him butterflies in his stomach. It made him wanna cower. It made him wanna...smile from pure embarrassment.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost...OH! WAIT!” Cassidy joked. “But seriously, you looked scared…” Cassidy admitted. “Are you scared of how long you’ll have to endure this evil, insanity test? Or are you scared the tiiiiickle monster’s gonna getcha?” Cassidy teased.

Oh no...Not that word again...and don’t bring the tickle monster into this…

“Do you know that a tickle monster creeps in this very room?” Cassidy teased, possessing Freddy to move herself onto the Golden animatronic’s kneecaps. Then, Cassidy’s ghost zoomed out of Golden Freddy’s mouth with a big smile on her face. “Did you know this tickle monster is waiting? Waiting for the peeeerrrfect time to strike~! Watching...Observing your every move...Waiting for the day it can slip out of the hiding spot and tickle you until you’re a tomato red blob of giggles!” Cassidy teased.

William was mentally dying at this point. The teasing was killing him suuuper slowly. He knew the tickle monster wasn’t really a thing. He knew the tickle monster was really Cassidy. He knew that really well. And yet...The fact that we was sitting with one of the most vengeful ghosts on the face of the earth, legitimately scared him. With how much she’s been doing already, it’ll be impossible to predict just where she was going with this...

But then William realized something: he can’t actually be tickled! He’s no longer connected to his human body, and animatronics don’t have nerves! So it should make sense!

...Right?

“IIIII wonder...where are the sources of this evil killer’s ticklish spots?” She asked casually. “You gonna tell me? Or do I have to tickle you myself to find out?” She asked evilly.

Wiliam sighed. “You can’t tickle me.” William told her.

“Oh I can’t? Well:” Cassidy possessed Golden Freddy again and flopped the Freddy Fazbear body right onto Springtrap’s.

“AAH! CASSIDY!” William shouted.

She ignored him and started scratching at his ribs with the golden animatronic’s fat, shiny fingers. William’s eyes just about bulged out of his skull as the butterflies in his stomach increased ten fold. “C-CASS-”

“Yeeeeeessss?” Cassidy moved the Golden Freddy thumbs into the pockets of the springlock suit and dug deeply into the hips.

OH NO! SHE COULD ACTUALLY TICKLE HIM! TALK ABOUT UNLUCKY! NOW SHE WAS GONNA USE IT AGAINST HIM! NOOOOO!

William wiggled around as much as he could from under Golden Freddy. He tried to prevent himself from laughing by holding his breath. He even unpossessed the springtrap suit to try and prevent the ticklishness from getting to him. But it still tickled like a son of a gun! Only now, William was wiggling around in ghost form and holding his hip while doubling over.

“Ooooooh! Interesting!” She reacted as she moved veeeery slowly up the ribs.

William desperately tried to tell her to not go there, due to just how ticklish it was when he was alive. But Cassidy ignored his begging words and moved closer and closer to his special little breaking point.

But as Cassidy was reaching a bad spot, William realized something horrific:

With William not possessing the springlock’s limbs, CASSIDY WAS ABLE TO MOVE THEM AROUND AS SHE PLEASED! WITH NO RESISTANCE WHATSOEVER!

“NO! NOOO! CASSY PLEASE!” William pleaded and reached his ghost arms out. “Sorry Mr. Afton…” She smirked with the look of pure devilish evil in her eyes… “But I’m not Cassidy anymore…”

It was then that Cassidy’s hand grabbed William’s hand and lifted the arm out of the way of the vulnerable spot.

“LEHEHET MEHEHEHE GOHOHOHO!” William shrieked as he anticipated ticklish fingers in his terrible armpits.

But...nothing.

Just...Nothing.

William was scared to open his eyes…

He accidentally let out a little chuckle. “C-Cass...what-”

[Let’s see how much pain you can stand.] The Golden Freddy’s voice declared…

then, Cassidy touched down on both armpits and dug deep into them. Every crevasse, every wire, every steel bit in the armpit...was touched and tickled for at least 5 minutes each.

“NOOOOOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! EEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” William finally let out his true, strongest belly laugh he had ever mustered. And it did NOT sound like that fake little fluffy laugh William used while with Cassidy.

This laugh was HEAVY. This laugh was DEEP. This laugh was ABSOLUTELY HYSTERICAL. It sounded slightly like pathological laughter! It even sounded slightly joker-ish at certain points! It was all over the place too! It was like he had 10 different laughs he was switching to every 8 seconds or so! It was surprising and strangely satisfying.

“STAHAHAHAHAHAP STAHAHAP IHIHIHI’M GOHOHOHONNA DIHIHIHIHIE!” William begged.

Cassidy giggled. “Oh you silly goose! You’re already dead!” Cassidy joked.

All of the memories of people tickling him and reacting to his laugh and ticklish spots came flooding back into his head all at once. From Henry tickling him many times to get his glasses back, to his wife tickling him during her playful moods, to even Michael tickling him as a 9 year old! Would you believe that Henry’s wife even had a chance to tickle the poor guy? Yyyyup! She did, and she never did stop reminding him of it.

Cassidy moved her hands down to the middle to lower ribs to lessen his crazy laughter. William’s laughter turned calmer, and surprisingly adorable rather than concerning. “There! Now you sound a little less insane.” Cassidy told him.

William ignored her and only thanked the lord above for giving him a break.

But the break only lasted a few seconds before Cassidy explored down to his stomach and belly button.

William squeaked and really quickly possessed the animatronic body to move Cassidy off him. But with the tickling weakening him dramatically, he couldn’t do nearly as much as he thought he would be able to do. Cassidy settled for a compromise by laying partly on the springtrap’s side, and partly on the floor. With this decided, Cassidy decided to still attack his tummy.

This caused squeaks and squeals to leave William’s mouth. Then, wouldn’t you believe, giggle-filled laughter quickly filled the closet room. “Ooooooh! A whole new set of laughter! I wonder which one’s your real laughter…” Cassidy poked into the equivalent of William’s belly button…

William screeched and covered up the springtrap mouth. “MM MM! NOWAY!” He warned.

“No way? More like no way you’re getting out of this! So you minus well accept your fate.” Cassidy told him.

William whined as he wiggled around and kicked the empty air.

“Ooooh! Should I be going for those kicking feet of yours?” She asked.

OH NO…

He shook his head.

“Or perhaps I should go for your neck~” She asked.

William looked down and whimpered. His feet were way too ticklish, but his neck was the most embarrassing ticklish spot out of all of them! It made him all blushy, made him giggle and snort, and if he were a cat, he would most definitely purr. Even as a human, it made him dissolve into a puddle of giggles and titters.

Cassidy brought her hands towards the neck and wiggled them eagerly. “Kitchy kitchy kooo~” She teased.

William quickly decided to unpossess the animatronic suit. As much as he appreciated the feeling of moving the physical limbs around, William knew he’d need to move around and wiggle more the moment his neck was tickled even the slightest. So, he did just that and covered his ghost mouth.

“Oooooh! I see the murderer decided to finally come out of his shell! What a nice surprise!” Cassidy teased. It was then that she finally touched down onto his neck.

William squealed and rolled left and right as he floated in the air. His ghost had curled into the fetal position and his laughter was another octave higher. It sounded more like squeaky giggles rather than actual laughter. William definitely had a large variety of laughter that came with the man. No wonder everyone wanted to tickle him! They wanted to slightly gamble their trust away to see what type of laughter they could get out of William that day!

It didn’t take long for William to start snorting and covering up his mouth. Even Cassidy had to admit: He was kinda cute like this. Not love kinda cute, but definitely toddler kinda cute. He had that sort of vibe to him when he was tickled.

Cass actually had to remind herself for a second that William was a child killer and a manipulator. It was the strangest thing.

William’s laughter had begun to sound tiring. He sounded too mentally tired to really keep laughing, even though his body was forcing him to.

So, Cass enjoyed it for a few minutes. She found it interesting that William could be left in such a weak state through such a silly strategy. But, it worked and that’s all that mattered to Cassidy.

The animatronic slowed its fingers down and removed them from William’s neck. William breathed heavily and deeply to try and calm down. Though, Cassidy found this strange. His lungs should be a different scenario thanks to his ghost form and possessed state. William being able to be tickled and touched made sense. But lung capacity as a ghost? That didn’t make sense at all.

Was William faking it?

Cassidy decided to try something out to answer her question. She moved her fingers to William’s armpits and smirked. If he was really this tired, his laughter will be breathy, whiny, and weak.

Cassidy touched down-

“OHOHOHOHOHO NOHOHOHOHOHO! CAHAHAHAHASS COHOHOHOME OHOHOHOHON!” William screamed.

There’s your answer! He was definitely faking!

“Such a liar. You weren’t really getting tired...You were just trying to get me to sympathize with you and stop!” Cass called him out. “Now quit being a lying baby and act like a man!” Cassidy dug her fingers deeper into William’s armpit.

William SCREAMED and completely lost all his composure at this point. He couldn’t hide anything with his tickles being this strong! It was like trying to hide a huge, bright flamingo in the middle of a bedroom. EVERYONE’S EYES WILL GRAVITATE TOWARDS IT!

“There we go! Look at you being so brave and strong! Doesn’t it feel good?” Cassidy asked.

William shook his head.

“Is this really too much for you to handle? Would you like me to stop?” She asked.

“PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE! STAHAHAHAHAHA!” William’s laughter was all over the place and not even close to going silent.

It was this observation that fully confirmed Cassidy’s suspicions:

William has no lung capacity anymore.

“Hmmm…” Cassidy thought for a moment and stopped her fingers. William’s laughter lessened dramatically as he breathed...rather calmly for being tickled for potentially hours. Being in the closet meant that they both had no clue what time it was or how far along the years had gone.

William, with his newfound strength, pushed Cassidy off him. He was angry that Cassidy had brought him down to such a ‘weak’ state. How dared she make him laugh like that! How dare she figure out his tricks! And how dare she tickle him beyond the average human limits! It was a good thing he didn’t really have much lung capacity anymore! Or else he would be passed out cold from all the loss of oxygen.

Cassidy smiled and sat in silence for a few minutes as she processed the ticklish laughter. Then, she clicked a button on the Golden Freddy suit and giggled as recordings of William’s laughter and giggles filled the room.

Oh no she didn’t…

She recorded ALL OF IT?!

William growled and tackled his golden counterpart to the ground.

“HOW DARE YOU-” William yelped and lowered his face as his belly button was poked and tickled.

“Nice try, Mr. Will…but you should know something very important:” Cassidy’s voice changed to the animatronic’s voice...and the animatronic’s eyes glowed as she began to say the words:

[I always get the last laugh…]

The last thing William heard was a deep chuckle...

Does this fact about William (No lung capacity = no need for breaks) make the torment a little easier to handle? Let me know! I'm trying to find ways to not really go down the road of tickle torture unless it's fully justified.

#mental torment #william afton stuck #william afton is crazy #cassidy's revenge #punishment #post-fnaf 2 #pre-fnaf 3 #locked in a closet #ticklefic #ler!cassidy #ler!goldenfreddy #lee!william #lee!springtrap #tickle torment

[thisisarcanereverie]

When in Love (Sam Wilson x Reader)

A/N: I love Sam Wilson period. 

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Summary: Bucky did indeed flirt with Sam’s sister again........and now they’re getting married. Sam brought you as his date to their big day. 

“It’s not too late to get Carlos,” Sam said as you straightened his tie, Sam could do it by himself but then he wouldn’t have an excuse to have you near him. 

“I’m pretty sure people would notice if the groom weren’t to make an appearance.” You said as you finished straightening his tie, letting your hands linger there for a while as you looked up into his dark eyes. 

“Don’t know unless we try.” Sam half heartedly said. He was only half joking, for the past few years he saw Sarah happier than she had been in years. He knew Bucky treated her well and that he loved the kids as well. Sam knew Bucky would never hurt them. 

Didn’t mean that Sam didn’t have Carlos on speed dial and an alibi set up just in case. 

(Y/n) lightly smacked her hand against Sam’s chest as he laughed. His warm dark eyes lit up as he looked at her. 

(Y/n) smiled and rolled her eyes. She had gotten ready before driving over and Sam couldn’t help but think of how beautiful she was in sky blue. 

Sam had been nervous when he asked (Y/n) to be his date to Sarah and Bucky’s wedding. He knew she wasn’t one for parties where she didn’t know anyone but she had surprised him by accepting. 

“We have a wedding to get to.” You drew him from his thoughts while grabbing your clutch on the bed and walking out the door to wait for him. You had no idea the effect on Sam, even the way your hips sway when you walked away drove him insane. 

Sam took a deep breath in to calm his nerves as he readied himself mentally. Sam was not only going to be one of Bucky’s groomsmen but also the one giving Sarah away. 

Their father was the one to give her away the first time she got married, and now since their father had passed Sam was the only one left for the job. 

Sam gathered his thoughts and headed out of the bedroom and down the stairs to see your figure waiting for him patiently at the bottom. 

You hear the stairs creak under his feet and look up. You had always thought he looked attractive, but put that man in a suit and your knees began growing weak. 

You barely managed to tear your eyes away from him for a second as he reached the bottom of the stairs.

“Ready?” you asked, trying to keep your voice even. 

“Ready.” 

---

The wedding had been beautiful, it was held at the church. The aisle and booths were decorated with white flowers and ribbons. 

On Bucky’s side there was Dora Milaje and T’Challa. Along with Thor, Brunheilda, and the Guardians. Rocket was mostly looking at Bucky’s metal arm though. 

The Ceremony had been just as beautiful, Sarah walked down the aisle in a beautiful white gown which made Bucky tear up with Sam. AJ and Cass were already by Bucky’s side, after all Bucky had named them his Best Men. 

While Sarah and Bucky said their vows Sam’s gaze couldn’t help but wonder to you. You were seated by Sarah’s side of the church along with almost everyone in town. You smiled and wiped a few tears as the vows got increasingly emotional. You had been seated near a glass stained window and all of its colors bathed you in it’s light. You just got more beautiful the longer he looked at you. 

Suddenly your eyes had met with his, and he felt his heart stop and breathing suddenly became difficult. It wasn’t unwelcomed though, in fact it was quite the opposite. Sam didn’t look away and neither did you. You both had stared at each other until Sam decided to be bold and wink and flash his intoxicating smile. You smiled bashfully before winking back and tearing your eyes from his to focus back to the stars of the day as Sam did the same thing. 

The reception was back at the house, Sam and a few other people from town helped set up the yard yesterday. Making an area for dancing, dining, food, socializing. Decorating it with magnolias and fairy lights and it looked stunning. 

The sun had almost begun to set by the time everyone got back to the house to enjoy the party. 

Bucky and Sarah did their first dance as husband and wife to an old 1940′s song and was later joined by AJ and Cass. Bucky had gone above and beyond to make sure the boys had been included in everything. 

After their dance ended, something faster paced began to play and almost everyone began to make their way to the dance floor. You and Sam being among them. Sam had twirled you around and danced with you until it was time for the toasts to begin. 

“I just want to thank everyone who came here today,” Bucky began to speak on the microphone, a beer in his hand. “I especially want to thank AJ and Cass for letting me into their lives, and my beautiful wife Sarah.” Bucky paused and gave her a wink, Sarah winked back and smiled. “I promise to uphold my vows and protect and love you and the boys with everything I have.” He raised his beer bottle in cheers before taking a quick swig out of it. 

AJ and Cass had performed their toast next, welcoming him into their family and just an overall sweet speech which ended with Bucky in tears for the second time that day. It made your heart swell to see Bucky so happy after all these years he had to endure alone and tortured. He deserved this, they all did. Sarah, Bucky, Cass, and Aj deserved to be happy together. 

A few other people gave speeches before Sam gave his. Even Rocket gave an impromptu speech. 

“Can I have that arm now?”

“No.”

“I’m getting that arm.” 

You saw a quick look of fear cross Bucky’s face as Rocket was approached by Dora Milaje and struggled to hold in a small laugh. 

Sam made his way up the stage to give his speech. He straightened his jacket before grabbing the microphone. 

“Sarah as your brother I am so proud of you and I know if Dad and Mom were here they would say the exact same thing. They would be proud of the woman and of the mother you have become.” Sam said with tears at the corners of his eyes at the mention of their parents, Sarah wiped her tears away as well. “Bucky as your friend I know Steve would be as proud and as happy for you as I am. Happy that you have finally found your peace and I welcome you to the family with open arms.” He raised his glass to Bucky who returned the favor. “Although I do recall telling you not to flirt with my sister,” laughter then ensued as Bucky chuckled and shook his head. “As Sarah’s brother,” Sam then motioned to Carlos sitting at one of the tables, “I want you to know that it’s not too late for me to get Carlos to feed you to the fish if necessary.” Carlos then waved and laughed at the groom who returned the favor. “treat her and the boys well and I guess we’re no longer co workers.” Laughter erupted as Sam took a drink in congratulations as did everyone else. 

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As the party began to die down you had snuck out the pier to get some fresh air away from everyone. 

It wasn’t like you didn’t enjoy their company and didn’t get to meet some pretty interesting people. It was just you needed a moment to yourself to relax. You were an introvert at heart and so many people at once tended to overwhelm you sometimes. 

You watched as the water moved gracefully, breathing in time with it. The lights from the party reflected in the water and the music could still be heard although softer now. 

You didn’t even seem to notice a certain man making his way to you before you heard a silent ‘oh shit’. 

If Sam thought you had looked beautiful before, now you were angelic. The sun had long before set and now your figure was illuminated by the faint lights of the party and the moon. It gave you an almost ethereal glow as he noticed your hands fidgeting. A habit he noticed a long time ago, you always have to do something with your hands. He honestly found it cute. 

Sam had been so caught up in you that he hadn’t noticed a little loose board and nearly tripped over himself. 

Your hands stopped moving as you saw Sam holding onto the wooden railing of the pier for dear life. You laughed a little at Sam’s embarrassed expression as he tried to walk it off as though it didn’t happen. 

You looked back out to the water as Sam finally made his way to your side. Out of the side of your eye you caught a glimpse at the man beside you. The light of the party and the moon made him look romantic, and you noticed that at some point in the night Sam discarded his tie and jacket, rolled the sleeves up his forearms and unbuttoned a button or two on his shirt. He started fidgeting with the watch on his wrist as you both look at the water dancing. 

You could hear the upbeat music from the party change to another slow dance. 

“You wanna dance?” 

You turned and saw Sam with his hand out, ready to take your hand if you accepted. Which you did. 

Slowly you and Sam moved with the beat, the music was quiet and the lights had made the moment all the more romantic. 

Sam held your hand in one and his other hand went to your waist, pulling you flush against him making your heart beat out your chest. 

Neither of you said a word, Sam hummed in tune with the song as you smiled at him. 

Sam’s heart was beating out of his chest, usually he was smooth. Usually Sam had no trouble speaking to ladies, but it seemed as though you were the exception. 

A couple of seconds passed before Sam finally broke the silence. 

“Usually I can speak just fine in front of someone,” He started his deep voice quiet, “but now I can’t seem to speak without getting all tongue tied.”

You laughed a little at that, Sam loved your laugh. He couldn’t understand why but your laugh always seemed to put him in a better mood. 

“What’s so funny?” Sam asked with a smile on his face, you wondered if his smile would ever stop making your heart beat faster. 

“It’s just something my Mum used to tell me,” you explained, “what you just said reminded me of it.”

“Tell me.” He said his eyes focused on you, eyes reflecting the light from the reception. You looked down bashfully before meeting his eyes again. 

“When in love speech becomes meaningless.” 

Sam’s dark eyes stared into yours intensely as if you had become the only thing left in the world. 

For a moment you wonder if you had misread the signs, maybe you had scared him. Panic starts to fill you as you begin to apologize before his hands move from their places at your waist and hand to either side of your face and kiss you. 

The first thing you noticed was that Sam tasted of beer and spice. The next thing you noticed was how soft his lips were on yours and how gently he moved against you. 

You had been so lost in the kiss that you hadn’t noticed the music dying down and the lights going out, all there was, was you and him. 

You both pulled away reluctantly and watched as the moonlight reflected off the water. Content with not speaking another word and just holding each other in peace.

#sam wilson #sam wilson x reader #the falcon and the winter solider spoilers #the falcon imagine #the falcon x y/n #falcon marvel #falcon mcu #x reader #james bucky buchanan barnes #sarah wilson #White Wolf #wakanda #t'challa #black panther #marvel x reader

[collecting-stories]

Initiative - Harry  Bingham

Request: 26 w harry bingham? ☺️

A/N: My first time writing The Society. I played with the wording of the prompt a little to fit the story better. 

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“Well, aren’t you looking great.” You laughed, walking into the bedroom on the second floor. While every other room in the house felt like it was being taken over by kids you could barely remember going to school with, this room was untouched. Save for, of course, one occupant who was laying in the king sized bed, one foot sticking out from under the covers, “Kelly really did a number on you.”

The lump on the bed groaned and rolled over, revealing your best friend. He sat up, glaring at you as he combed his hair with his hands, “I don’t give two shits about Kelly.” He muttered.

“I can tell.” You replied, sitting at the end the bed, “you’re obviously coping really well. It’s applaudable.”

“What do you want?” Harry groaned, sitting up in bed. He just wanted to go back to sleep. To lay under the covers until all these people were out of his house and his parents were home. He just needed to rewind or fast forward, whatever would get him home faster.  

You turned to look at him, getting a better picture of your friend’s current state now that you could see him clearly. Mussed hair, bloodshot eyes, he looked like he hadn’t bathed in days. You couldn’t help the frown that crossed your face at the sight of him. It wasn’t that you expected Harry to be taking any of this well, he’d been on a rampage since the first night, but this was worse than you thought.  

“I wanted to make sure you were okay, I know this shit is scary.”

“Oh do you?” Harry laughed, “you know what fucking shit is going on out there? I heard you agree with Cassandra that we should all be sharing houses. Thanks, this is fucking awesome.” He shouted, startling you slightly.  

“Yeah I did agree with Cass...I think we need to be proactive about what’s happening.”  

“Great well, in the meantime my house is full of fucking people and all my friends are running around play pretend with Cass.”

“You need a serious reality check babe,” you replied, “whatever is happening to us...we need to be proactive and Cass is the only one doing anything. Now...come on, get up and get dressed, you’re making me depressed just sitting here.”

“Some friend you are.” Harry grumbled, throwing himself back down on the bed and pulling his blankets up once again.  

You’d been friends with Harry forever, your parents worked together, you had almost always ended up in the same class, it was just meant to be. Or at least, being friends seemed meant to be for him, since he jumped at the opportunity to date Kelly, and had been since freshman year. You, on the other hand, existed in some romantic cliche universe where you were totally head over heels for your best friend.  

“You can’t sulk forever.”  

“Did you only come over to bother me?” He asked, muffled slightly through the blanket but you understood him.  

“No, I came over to tell you that I cannot possibly stay in my house one more day-”

“See it’s driving you crazy too.”

“Have you ever roomed with Gwen, Olivia, and Madison?” You replied, “I’m about ready to eat a bullet.”

Harry moved the blanket away, sitting up once more and scooting himself to the end of the bed to sit beside you, “let me get this straight...you come over here, bitching to me about how I should follow Cassandra’s leadership but then you hate it too?”

“I don’t hate it. I think it’s a good idea...I just wish I had gotten better house mates. Besides, this whole thing is insane Harry, we’re all just playing it by ear.” You admitted. “Have you talked to Kelly? What’s she doing?”

“I’m over that.” He replied, getting up and walking to the mini fridge he had in the corner to grab a bottle of water, he could feel the headache setting in now that he was on his feet.  

“You’re over that? Please...this place really must be turning everything upside down if you’ve decided that you’re over Kelly.” You almost couldn’t believe your ears when he told you and you definitely didn’t want to get your hopes up. Just because he was ‘over’ Kelly didn’t mean he was ready to fall into your arms.  

“Yeah well, believe it.”  

“So what then, she breaks up with you and just like magic you’re cured?” You joked, “no more begging for her to come back and crying over her in bed? Cause I’ll say you were doing a bang up job when I came in.”

“I told you that wasn’t about her. Besides, I have feelings for someone else.” He replied, shrugging as if it was totally obvious that he was thinking about someone new so soon after he and Kelly broke up.  

“Wow, you move fast.”

“Yeah well after Kelly broke things off I kind of realized that it might not be her I was so in love with all this time.”

“Mystery crush have a name?” You asked, watching him as he came to sit down next to you again. “Or you gonna keep that a secret from your oldest and dearest friend?”

“My oldest and dearest friend who’s jumped ship to Cassandra’s side.” He replied.  

“You’re such a baby Harry, people need leadership and Cass is leading. Be mad all you want but she’s only doing what needs to be done. You all wanted her to have answers and now you crucify her for it. You better be telling me that I’m this secret love of your life cause otherwise I’m out the door for good. Until you come to your senses.” You said, crossing your arms.  

Harry nodded his head, lips pursed as if he was thinking about what you had said before he finally opened his mouth, “you are.”

“What?”

“You are...the secret love of my life.”  

“Don’t fuck with me Bingham. I'm not even in the mood for your shit today.” You replied.  You weren’t going to sit here and fall for some bored practical joke that he and all his buddies could laugh about later.  

“I’m not fucking with you, I’m serious. Kelly breaking up with me was the moment of clarity I needed.”

“You sound like your mom.” You laughed.  

“Come on, you seriously don’t believe me?”

“No.” You shook your head, there was no way you were going to believe something as outlandish as Harry liking you back. “It does fuel my theory that we’re in some kind of parallel universe though.”

“Parallel universe?” Harry laughed, “we’re not in a parallel universe, this isn’t a sci-fi novel. And I’m being serious. I like you. I’m not fucking with you...though I wouldn’t mind fucking you.”

“Oh god, you are the same Harry,” you laughed, standing when he scooted closer to you. “there’s no way I’m even kissing you after you’ve been cooped up under those covers for days. Babe, you smell like a locker room.”  

“Fine,” he replied, “I’m gonna take a shower,” he stopped at the door, looking back at you. “Since Cassandra has her new initiatives, you should probably join me. Ya know, to save water.”  

“To save water?” You laughed.

“What? You’re the one who told me that I needed to make an effort? You’re not gonna turn around and change your mind now are you?” He said, grinning at you. And damn if his smile couldn’t make you do anything he wanted. 

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If I’m in pain you are gonna feel it (I never got to tell him I loved him and it’s your fault)

Tim yells at Clark because he’s sad and misses his best friend

It was quiet. Cassie and Tim stayed back, while everyone else went up to the house, sitting under the tree that gave shade to fresh turned dirt and concrete slab. The trunk of the tree wide enough that they could sit side by side and still lean back against it. 

“Conner Kent,” Cassie read aloud the name on the tombstone, “the fact that that’s the name they went with makes me want to break the ugly thing.” 

“Go for it,” Tim responded as he leaned his head back and closed his eyes, willing the tears back in. He’s cried enough in front of people. “Maybe he’ll be offended enough that he comes back to tell you how rude it is to vandalize his grave.” 

Cassie chuckled, “If anyone would come back from the dead because of a hurt ego, it’d be Kon.” A small, soft smile settled on both of their faces.

They sat in comfortable silence just being in each other’s presence. They were the only two left. It hurt, but at least they had each other. It was nice, comforting, to just see the other. To watch each other’s chest rise and fall, to see their eyes flutter, tired and sad, glazed over with tears, but full of life. The sun turned a warm red and the sky lit up in vibrant colors. It was beautiful. It reminded Tim that Kon would never be able to keep the promise of showing Tim the sunsets in Hawaii

“You wouldn’t believe it man!” Kon beamed, “the sunsets and sunrises are unreal. It’s like they are fake. Like some one, I don’t know, painted them. I don’t know how to describe it.” Kon sat next to Tim on the water tower in smallville. Kon had flown up there, the whole ‘not being able to be himself’ thing weighing heavy. So they sat on the tower and Kon talked and Tim listened. When the sun started to set Tim smiled and made a remark about how beautiful it was and how he doesn’t see sunsets a lot because Gotham and pollution and such. Which in turn, made Kon start gushing about Hawaii. Tim turned to give Kon his full attention, while Kon sat with his arms resting on the barricade, his legs hanging over the edge, and his eyes glued to the sky. “You gotta see it I swear.”

“I believe you.”

“No I’m serious. I want you to see it for yourself. One day I’m going to take you to see a sunset in Hawaii. That’s a promise.”

 “I’ve got to head home.” Cassie’s voice breaking through the memories. “It’s been a long day, and it’s almost dark, I don’t want my mom to worry. Will you be okay? You can stay over at my place if you think your family will be to much.”

“Thanks Cass, but I’m okay.” Tim responded. A smile that didn’t reach his eyes settled in place. Like it belonged there. “I don’t think I’m through saying goodbye yet.”

Cassie simply smiled sympathetically. The look of his smile made her nauseous. She hurts too, so bad, but Tim has lost so many people already, she would give anything if she could just take his pain away. Seeing some one she loves in so much pain, knowing she can’t do anything about it, leaves her uneasy. As if she’s in pain for them. She wants to stay a little longer. Sit next to him, holding his hand, or resting her head on his shoulder, something to remind her that he’s still there, to remind him that she’s not going anywhere. She almost caved, sitting back down, staying with him till he was ready to go home. She even thought about going with him then too. Curling up in his too big bed, like how they all used to after a particularly difficult mission, leaving them feeling powerless and hopeless. All settled in one of their bedrooms, which ever was closest, just for the comfort of having other people around. They never talked, they just all silently got ready for bed and claimed a spot wherever was comfortable. However, she needed to get home to her mom, because as much as she loves Tim and wants to stick by his side, she really, really needs a hug from her mom right about now. To have her kiss Cassie’s head and tell her it’s okay, and that the pain just means that she cares.  

She flies off, refusing to go up to the old house. To many memories of the four of them are stored in that rickety barn and yellow home. She doesn’t want them tainted by grief. 

Tim watches her go. He leans his head back against the tree again. He was about to close his eyes when he heard footsteps approaching. He stood, perfectly ready to give whoever it was some privacy with Kon. Until Clark comes into view. An anger Tim didn’t even know he was harboring for the Kryptonian came bubbling to surface. Fast and Hot.  He pushed against the tree to stand up right and tall. 

“Are you proud yet?” He asked, venom dripping from every word. Clark turned to look at the boy briefly. Tim could see the guilt hanging heavy in his eyes. “He saved the world. Died a hero. That enough to convince you that he isn’t Lex? That he could be more than his DNA?” 

“Tim-” 

“No. I talk, you listen.” Tim spit. Clark recoiled, but stayed quiet. “You did nothing but push him away for absolutely no valid reason. What makes you think you have a right to stand here and grieve? When you were the one who made his life hell. For years, years Clark, I had to sit and listen as he doubted himself, doubted who he was, whether or not he was good, whether he was his own person. I watched him drive himself insane over his stupid DNA. Because of you, Clark! Because you couldn’t for three seconds consider that maybe, just maybe Kon is his own person. He had a mind, a beating heart, a soul, Clark, and you reduced him to a science experiment. You don’t get to stand here and act like this isn’t exactly what you wanted. Not when that stupid shield drug him down more than you could ever imagine” 

“I tried-” 

“YOU TRIED!? God Clark you can’t be this dense. The Kon you knew wasn’t even Kon! GOD! He changed everything about himself so that maybe, just maybe you would accept him! He died being a person he didn’t even recognize in the mirror. The clothes, that stupid t shirt and jeans, the hair cut, the glasses, his obviously dialed down personality. I can’t count how many times I listened to the same thing over and over, about how much he hated everything he had become, how didn’t feel like himself, how it was driving him insane. And every time I would tell him that there was nothing wrong with who he used to be and every time, every single time, he would respond with ‘Clark would disagree.’ All you did was change him into another version of you. Your opinion meant so much to him and you hardly even spared him a second thought. You wanna know how I know you didn’t try, because if you spent even five minutes talking to Kon like he was more than a clone bred to fight, you would know how much he hated Smallville. LOOK WHERE WE ARE STANDING! He couldn’t wait to get out of this place, and because you didn’t want to go through the, what, hassle? Of coming up with a story as to why he would be buried in someplace he liked. Buried in Hawaii? He is the in the one place that him feel even less of a person forever. God, Clark do you know how pathetic that is? How so royally fucked up that is? Do you know how angry he would be if he knew he had to spend eternity here? And yet you have the audacity to stand here and actually mourn him?.”

“I-” 

“I’m not done talking. You don’t get to mourn some one you wished wasn’t alive in the first place. We both know the only reason it hurts you so much is because this perfectly crafted ‘knight on a white horse’ person you created just took a hit. God, I wish in everything that some one would knock you off of that damn high horse. I am so sorry your hero complex took a hit. I am so sorry that you have to be the villain for once. That you couldn’t save Kon, whether it was from prime or himself. I am so sorry that you worked so hard to make Kon into Clark 2.0 only to have him die. I am so, so sorry that you regret not getting to know him. But that’s on you and only you. And that guilt you’re feeling, the guilt of not being fast enough. Of not getting there in time. Of letting some one die. Of some one dying thinking that you hate them. I get it. Trust me, I get it. A hundred scenarios running through your mind about how it could have been different, how you could have saved him. How you could have done better. How you should have kept them closer. When you are laying there at night, your stomach curled in on itself, your blood ice cold. The hot tears pouring down your face as some cruel reminder that you can’t escape from this. The type of guilt that has you hunched over the toilet, choking on your vomit because you can’t stop sobbing long enough and you’re body won’t let you do both. You don’t panic, you think if I go I deserve it right? You put on the cape and become sloppy and reckless because if you make it out, if you are able to go home and take them off, the pain will set back in. That guilt that is all encompassing, that drags with you all day and all night. Cause no matter what, you can’t wake up. That guilt? I can tell you with a doubt is the worse feeling you will ever feel. And I truly mean it when I say that I hope you choke on it. I hope you scream for help and no one listens. I want you to know what it feels like to be in so much pain while surrounded by people who make a living helping people. I hope people you consider family ignore your suffering. I hope that pain seeps into your skin. I hope the sound of Kon hitting the ground rings in your ears. I hope the sound of his heart stopping replays on repeat.” Tim’s voice breaks, tears are flooding down his face he can’t see anything, but he doesn’t care. He is so angry that nothing else matters. His voice drops to barely a whisper “I wish Kon were here. I wish he could tell you this himself. I wish he could tell you himself how much it hurt to know that you would never love him.”

Tim walked off, up the dirt road that lead to Kent’s long driveway. He paused at the old worn mailbox, before deciding to just keep going. He trekked down the long dirt road, with no clue where he was going. He knew Bruce would come looking eventually. He found himself lying on the cold metal walkway of the old water tower. He just stared up at the stars, like he was waiting for Kon to appear out of  the sky. He closed his eyes, tears still streaming down steadily and whispered the same thing over and over again. Maybe if he said it enough Kon would hear it. 

I love you. I love you. I love you.

#dc comics #conner kent #(also cassie punches him but at a different time) #tim drake #clark kent is a bad dad #he gets better tho #i just like the angst sometimes #cassie sandsmark #if cassie was still there clark would have been doomed #poor timmy #i hated this #so i had to fix it #so here is a edited version #still not quite what i want #but its defiantly better #i also didnt tag this timkon #i dont know why #so #timkon

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Sick. Dead dove, do not eat. [[READ]]

Nothing drives me up the wall more than I do. I make myself fucking sick, all the time. Be it how I choose to react to things, shit I decide to say or do, what I think, It's all insanely fucked up and I've just got to sit around and play the audience on it because even though I'm self aware to see that I'm being a prick, I can't do shit to stop it. Like, fuck, someone said something totally harmless to me the other day, and I completely froze up about it. Shut down, got the shakes, it was fucking idiotic, and I knew it was, and yet. And yet! It's been long enough, I've got my coping strategies and shit, so ehy aren't I over it yet? I've got hella PTSD, we been know that, so why the shit can't I recognize that the sound of silverware clacking together isn't Bro upstairs fighting with Dave? Why can't I settle down in the middle of the night after hearing the slightest of sounds? I'm waiting for him to pounce, I know, I'm tensed up for it, but /why/? The fuck is wrong with me. You're allowed to express yourself, Dirk, you're not a wall. That shadow you saw in the corner of you eye? It was a treebranch blowing in the wind. There's nothing there, can you please calm the fuck down and move on with your life because we've got shit to do.

I'm just kind of lonely, that's been making me a bit depressed I guess? I know I've got Cass, and Roxy, And Rose, and Dave, and like. Crosey. Or anyone else I might talk to on a semi regular basis? But it ain't enough. Plus I'm a piece of shit so it's kind of depressing to deal with that on a daily basis. Can't imagine what the people around me are thinking, yikes.

And I've always got something on my mind to do with Mom, or Bro, or even David lately. Bro's dead, allegedly, so what do I have left to do or be mad about? We're safe and whatnot, and yet I can't keep him off my fucking mind. He's taking up real estate without paying any fucking rent, the dickhead. Mom really isn't as bad, I know, but it still pisses me off how she tries to hold that over my sisters. She doesn't beat her kids, you know, so she must be miles ahead and they must be over the moon for her A+ parenting. Except that I've seen her less than ten times in the entire time we've been over here, and I've been /looking/. Who knows how often she bothers to show her face for the girls. It was Roxy's birthday yesterday, and you know what she did? Had a a dress three times too small delivered, and then didn't bother to show up. What a fucking bitch. I know they both feel guilty complaining about her, but Dave and I have been free of our problem for. What, two, three years now? They've still got to fucking deal with this negligence, and the emotional manipulation, and parading them both around for business parties.

Then there's David. I don't have a problem with him, of course, it's more just. He was this sick leader of the rebellion and shit, so he's all I've got in terms of what that all means, you know? Mom was involved too, and Bro, but I don't want anything to do with their sides of the story. We were fed that shit from the start like we were stsrving and they were actually good caretakers trying to revive us, but they never cared about that. Only cared about making themselves look and feel good about the whole thing. Anyway. From what the tapes show, and the news reports, and anything else I could find on the guy, he sliced through imperial soldiers on the daily like it was nothing, you know? Fighting through hailing lazer fire and raising Bro while he was at it, the dude was fucking hardcore and was in danger constantly. It got him killed, eventually, though not before he could put an end to it and drive her imperial bitchiness off our planet. Thinking about what he had to do and applying it to certain rebelious young adults I know and what they've got planned is. Scary. It's scary. All I know is the straight up war he had to go through, and the hardcore trainin Bro had Dave and I go through for however many years, and it just makes me /worry/ about what you know who is planning.

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The Only Way

Warnings: Supernatural Season 14 Episode 11 spoilers.

Summary: Dean leaves without telling you. You and Sam discover that he’s planning on being locked up with Michael for eternity.

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“Morning, or afternoon! Do you know where Dean is? He’s not in in our bedroom or here, apparently” you and Dean were night owls and rarely woke up early if there’s no case. Most of the time, when you woke up, he was still sleeping next to you and if he ever got a case or had to be somewhere, he’d tell you and kiss you before leaving. So, not waking up  next to him or him telling you anything made you wonder.

“It’s almost evening, Y/n. Dean went to see mom” Sam informed you.

“In Minnesota?” you knew were she was, but wanted confirmation, since it’s a long way from Kansas.

“Yeah” Sam nodded in confusion.

“When did he leave?”.

“A few hours after midnight. Y/n, did Dean not tell you he was going to see mom?” he questioned.

“Not really, no, which is weird, because he usually tells me when he’s headed out. Do you by chance know how long he’s gonna stay there?”.

“A couple of days, he didn’t exactly say. I find it strange too. He hugged me before he left and you know that we don’t hug unless it’s the end of the world” he informed you.

“If he hugged you and didn’t even tell me he was going, then there’s definitely something going on. Did he take anything with him?”.

“There was actually a bag, but I didn’t see what’s inside it. I think he went to the archive room before coming here. I’ll go check it out, see if anything is missing”.

“Then I’ll check our bedroom”.

“Y/n” Sam called your name from the other room.

“Is there something missing here, too?” you came to see.

“A couple of books. What’s missing from your bedroom?”.

“There was a photo of the three of us in a frame, now the photo is gone. Your brother and I are gonna have some serious talk. I hope he doesn’t do something stupid”.

“I’m coming with you. Neither Mom or Dean are answering”.

“Let’s just hope we’re not too late”.

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“Y/n, slow down, you’re gonna kill us” Sam wasn’t happy with the speed you were driving  with.

“Calm down, I don’t think speed is gonna be the thing that kills you”.

The distance that was supposed to take seven hours, ended up taking three and a half hours, thanks to you. When you arrived the house was quiet and dark. They were either sleeping or not home. Suddenly Dean appeared and pointed a gun at the both of you.

“Hey, wow, easy! Dean what’s going on here?” Sam put his lifted his hands in surrender.

“It’s mom, she’s gone” he informed you “Y/n what are you doing here?”.

“I was worried about you. You didn’t tell me, you didn’t call and when I called you didn’t answer”.

“Yeah, sorry about that. I thought I told you” he lied.

“Do we have any idea where she could be?” Sam asked.

“Not a clue”.

After searching the house and discussing where she might be, Donna called and informed Dean that she was kidnapped by Nick. Ten minutes later, she arrived and soon after she got a call, about a stolen car, which Nick was driving. The four of you headed to the location and found them. Nick has released a demon called Abraxas to know why he killed his family. All of you were disabled by him but Nick eventually kills him and you’re able to move again.

The ride back to the cabin and when you finally arrived Dean confessed the truth.

“It's a Ma'lak box. Secured and warded. Once inside nothing gets out, not even an archangel. Especially an archangel” Dean showed you and Sam the box. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, I've -- I've read about these, but no -- but no one's ever -- They're impossible to build” Sam said. “Yeah, well, not so much”. “That's your plan? You want to be buried alive?” Sam wanted to know if he got this right, while you stayed quiet.

“Buried is not safe enough. Plan is, pay a little hush money, charter a boat to take me out to the Pacific. Splash” Dean explained. “You and Michael, trapped together -- for eternity?”.

“Yeah”. “You do realize how insane this is, right?”.

“It's the only sane play I've got. Michael gets out, that's it for this world. And he will get out”. “Well, how do you know that for sure?”.

“Because I do. Because I can feel him in my head. That door is giving. I can feel it giving”. “But there has to be another way” Sam tried to stay hopeful. “There's not, okay? There -- Sam, Y/n you've tried. Cass has tried. Jack. And I love you for trying.

 But none of it's gonna work”. “We don't know that”. “Yeah, we do” Dean sounded certain. “What?” Sam didn’t understand.

“Billie”.

“Billie?” he was now confused.

“She paid me a little visit. She said that there's only one way that this ends right. And this is it -- this, right here, this box. So she gave up the special recipe, and all I had to do was the work. It's fate” Dean was convinced that this was the only way. “Since when do we believe in fate?” Sam questioned, knowing it’s not like Dean to believe in such things.

“Now, Sam. Since now”. “So you came out here to see Donna, to see Mom on some-”.

“Some what?”.

“ Some sick, secret farewell tour? You were gonna leave, and you weren't even gonna tell me. Me or Y/n. Do you realize how messed up that is, how unfair that is?-”.

“I didn't have a choice! Sam, you're the last people I could tell, the last two people I could be around, 'cause you're the only ones that could've talked me out of it. And I won't be talked out of it. I won't. I'm doing this. Now, you can either let me do it alone or you could help me. But I'm doing this” Dean insisted.

“Y/n why are you quiet. Aren’t you going to say something?” Sam needed your help to convince him.

“Sam, could you give us a second?”.

Sam nodded and left the room. You were waiting for Dean to speak.

“Y/n don’t give me that look. You can’t talk me out of it”.

“You think that’s what it’s about? Dean you left without telling me or saying goodbye and you were gonna do this alone. What happened to no more secrets between us?” you were disappointed.

“I’m not gonna apologize for this. It was for the best and if I could turn back time, I’d do it all over again, because I can’t imagine myself saying goodbye to you. I can’t watch you get your heart broken” he admitted.

“Is that supposed to make it feel better?” you tried to hold your tears back.

“I don’t know. All I know is that I love you and I can’t watch you get hurt or worse, be the reason you’re hurt. And if Michael ever got out, he’ll come for you and I can’t let that happen. You have to understand”.

“Well, if you’re gonna do this, then I’m gonna get in the box with you, because I don’t want to live in a world, where I know that you’d be suffering for eternity”.

“Absolutely not”.

“It’s not your choice to make”.

“Y/n, you can’t”.

“I can and I will. Unless you decide otherwise, I won’t back off. If you ever believed in me you won’t do this” you took a step closer and cupped his face.

“Please stop. I have to do this” he put his hands on yours.

“Not if we can find another way and trust me, we will. I just need you to believe in me. Give me a couple of weeks”.

“I don’t have that long”.

“Then a couple of days. Try to hold on as long as you can and if that doesn’t work, then I’ll help you” you suggested. “All right. I really hope you find something” he kissed your forehead and held you tight to him.

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The One That Got Away

Words : 3894... oops Genre: Angst Prompt: “There’s no way I’m going in there, not alive” (bolded in the story) Pairings: Not written with a pairing in mind, however if you squint really hard you could potentially see this as Dean x Reader Warnings: Some swearing, character death (permanent or temporary? Read on to find out!)

A/N/: written for @cass-trash ’​s 1000 followers challenge... congratulations and thank you for all the wonderful fics!! “Mistakes Are Made” is one of my favorite series’ at the moment and highly recommended to all my followers. Here’s her binge worthy Masterlist! xx

A/N the 2nd at the bottom of the story ;)

The guys are going to kill me for this, you thought glumly as you drove down the highway. It wasn't your style to sneak out of the bunker in the middle of the night, but the last thing you wanted was Sam and Dean joining you on this hunt... your hunt. You'd been trying to find this demon half your life and finally, FINALLY you had a lead and you weren't giving it up. This wasn't a run-in-guns-blazing deal, it was one-on-one and you knew if either of the guys knew what killing this thing entailed there was no way they'd let you do it. You tightened your grip on the steering wheel and turned up the radio, desperate to ignore the guilt niggling at the base of your skull.

You groaned as someone knocked at the door. You were positive you’d turned off your phone’s GPS so had no idea how the guys had tracked you down, and sure enough when you opened the door you were greeted with their angry faces. You crossed your arms and leaned against the doorframe, trying to act casual to lighten the mood.

“Well hey grumpy bums, what’s crack-a-lacking?” you asked, and immediately cringed. “God, sorry, that was terrible. Never saying that again.”

“What the hell Y/N?” growled Dean. You stepped back as he pushed himself into the room, glaring at you as he counted off his fingers. “You don’t just run off without telling us! You don’t turn off your GPS! You DON’T just leave a note for us saying “sorry guys, back soon”! And you absolutely 100% do not ignore our calls!”

While Dean was losing his cool Sam had taken a seat at the dining table, and was currently sifting through your papers and notes.

“Sam, can you not-” You started before he cut you off.

“No deal,” he snapped angrily as he put his head back down and continued reading, while Dean continued standing in the same spot as before, hands on hips and face bright red. You rolled your eyes and tilted your head toward him.

“OK, deep breaths Dean. Count to three, I hear that works,” you told him sarcastically.

“Shaddap” he exclaimed, before joining Sam at the table and your notes.

“Look guys I’m sorry, I really am. But this hunt? It’s mine. I don’t want your help on this.”

“Why not?” Sam asked a bit calmer, looking up at you, with genuine hurt in his voice. Before they could read any further, to parts you didn’t want them seeing, you pulled your notes out from under their noses. You were grateful they let you, and as you put them on your bed you sighed.

“Because this is the thing that killed my sister,” you said quietly. Dean and Sam fell silent, allowing you the chance to explain.

“I saw a news report in the paper yesterday. Family’s infant daughter and toddler killed in the same way as Y/S/N. It could have been anything but I had to investigate. So once I was settled I went straight to the coroner’s and what I saw confirmed it. It’s the same demon.”

“You never told us how she died,” Sam commented quietly. “I just saw the report from the coroner, the pictures. You didn’t tell us what happened, how you found her. That must have been… Jesus.” He ran his hand through his hair at the thought. He wasn’t wrong, the things this demon did to the children before he killed them was beyond brutal. You’d been hunting as soon as you turned 16 and in all that time you’d never come across anything as close to horrific as what you saw the night your sister died.

“So how do we gank this thing?” Dean asked, considerably more together than he was before and as anxious to finish this as you.

“WE don’t do anything. You go back to the bunker and let me finish this,” you told them firmly. They both scoffed.

“And how exactly do you plan to stop us tagging along?” Sam asked with a smirk and raised eyebrow.

“You may both be freakishly tall and intimidating but…” you started, stopping though once you realised you didn’t know how to finish that sentence. You stood there, staring at them like a fricking goldfish.

“Yes?” Dean asked.

“Yer, I got nothing,” you relented, flopping down on the bed and covering your eyes with your arm.

“S’what I thought,” he replied, grabbing your jacket and handing it out to you.

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The drive to the house was mostly spent in silence, with you refusing to give up much more than the basics of how to kill it… a simple incantation. You hadn’t yet checked out the house; a little recon was the next step in your hunt so it made sense to bring them along. This would be the best time to explain everything, you’d decided. Stepping out of the Impala you all admired the house, and as you started moving up the front steps with the guys close behind there was a sudden loud shriek, making you jump. Sam shouted and you felt strong arms grab your shoulders and pull you back just as a nearby flowerpot flew past your head, while all the shutters violently slammed shut. You all stood silently for a moment, before you cleared your throat.

“Well, I guess this is definitely the house,” you said nervously.

“No kidding, that damn tulip nearly took your head off,” Dean barked angrily.

“Can’t wait to get this over with,” you replied quietly.

“Uh … no. Change of plan, you are NOT going in there,” he growled in response.

 “You’re right,” you replied calmly, looking up at the house and refusing to meet his gaze. Now or never, you thought. “There’s no way I’m going in there, not alive anyway”.

“And what the hell is that supposed to mean?” Sam replied, with a growl to challenge his brother’s. You sighed, and finally turned to face them.

“Look, it’s obvious from your scary growls and death glares that you guys won’t like this, but there’s more to the incantation than I told you. The demon is strong and fast; the chant will kill it but…. it has to be said from the Astral plane. And the only way to GET to the Astral plane is-”

“No,” Sam and Dean simultaneously cut you off.

“Guys, I appreciate the concern. But now that you’re here one of us has to do this and it can’t be either of you. You know what Billie said, she is itching to get her claws into you and the second your heart stops beating she’ll make sure it doesn’t restart. I’m not in her bad books, you have a shot to bring me back.”

“OK, let’s for a second pretend you’re right and this is the only way,” said Dean, his arms crossed. “You want us to kill you, so you can go inside as essentially a ghost and do your mumbo-jumbo crap? And then it’s up to us to revive you? Will that even work?” He tilted his head to Sam on the latter question, not entirely sure he’d believe any answer you’d give him at that stage. Sam sighed and rubbed the back of his neck with his hand, the other on his hip.

“In theory yes, but you’d only have 4 minutes before we’d have to start CPR. After that you’re looking at brain damage and the high probability that we can’t get you back.”

“That’s great, I’d only need 2.”

“And we won’t know whether you killed it. The second that timer hits 4 minutes we start and when, WHEN, you’re back you don’t do this again. We find another way.”

“Fair enough,” you replied, unable to hide your grin as you saw Sam slowly give into the idea. Dean was always more stubborn than his brother though…

“Woah ok, I gave you a second of pretending this is the only way. Now we go back to “this is stupid and insane and you’re not doing it”” Dean yelled, pointing his finger at you.

“The hell I’m not Dean! We can’t let this thing kill any more kids. And besides, this is my demon, not yours! I’ll kill this bastard with or without your help.”

“Yer about that,” Sam interjected. “How were you planning to do this alone?”

You shrugged, looking at your feet. “I found a serum that stops my heart. Was going to call an ambulance before I drank it, pretending I’m a bystander, get an ETA and time it right for when they got here.”

“And you really think your mom would want to see this demon dead even if it meant killing yourself to do it?” Dean jumped in.

“Then I guess you’d better not let me die then!” you snapped back, and turned on your heels back to the Impala effectively ending the conversation.

With a sigh Sam patted Dean on the back and followed you back to Baby, while Dean kicked a nearby rock in frustration.

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2 hours later you were nervously exiting the Impala again, trying to keep a straight face. If the guys knew you were this scared there was no way they’d agree to this, and you needed this to be over if you were ever going to move on. As you looked around you were grateful the house was tucked away from the rest of the town, it was going to make the process a whole lot less complicated. You watched as Sam pulled a red bag from out of the boot, raising a questioning eyebrow. He saw you and shifted nervously.

“It’s an AED. Just in case...” he trailed off, obviously not wishing to consider that outcome, and started walking down the path with Dean by his side.

“Thanks. Um, good to be prepared I guess,” you replied, skipping to catch up with them. “And um, guys? Thanks for this. I know it’s not going to be easy for you either.”

“Yer well, kill this thing and we’ll call it even,” Dean grumbled, stopping Sam and you at a flat grassy area by the front window. Even he couldn’t ignore the threat that loomed over this house, and after several unsuccessful attempts to stop the family coming back here the following day this really did turn out to be the only option.

You stopped at their side and watched Sam pull a vial from his pocket.

“That’s it then?” you asked, you voice quivering slightly. If they noticed, they had the decency not to say anything.

Dean rolled his eyes. “No, we thought a shot of tequila would calm our nerves,” he replied sarcastically.

“While you’re not wrong,” Sam said, glaring pointedly at Dean, “yes, this is the serum. Your heart will stop pretty much instantly.”

You reached out with a shaky hand, nodding and mouthing thank you.

“I can’t stress enough how much you don’t have to do this,” Sam said, lifting the vial slightly out of your reach.

“I know. But I need to,” you replied, holding out your hand. “I’m fricking dying, there’s no way I’m not nervous or scared about that. But I can’t let this thing kill another kid, I just can’t.” Your voice broke on the last word, and the guys knew your thoughts had drifted to your baby sister. Her death alone had destroyed your mom, and your dad’s suicide only 2 weeks after sent her spiralling into insanity. You hadn’t let on to anyone that she had gone mad, so you spent your childhood caring for her while trying to get an education. She died when you were 16 from a stroke, and as sad as that was it freed you up to do what you want to do… kill the thing that took away your life.

With a shuddering breath you took the vial and held it to your chin. You took one final look at the guys, eyes tearing up before offering them an encouraging smile. “See you on the other side,” you commented, before swigging the liquid.

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“Did that even work?” you asked, looking down at your hands. You had expected it to hurt a little, or to at least to get a bit dizzy. But here you were, standing tall and healthy like nothing was wrong. You raised your head and were surprised to see Sam and Dean on the ground, hovering over something. You swallowed hard and leaned over to get a better look, and while it shouldn’t have been surprising you couldn’t help but gasp as you stared at your own lifeless body.

As soon as you swallowed the vial you dropped like a stone, and Sam quickly caught you and lowered you gently to the ground. Dean felt for a pulse just to be sure, and shook his head slightly to Sam as confirmation. He hit the stopwatch he’d brought along, and kneeled by your body alongside Sam. Neither spoke… what was there to say? All they could do was wait.

“Right, so, that worked” you said to yourself. You heard a shriek and turned back to the house, suddenly remembering you were on the clock, and raced up the stairs. Another heavy flowerpot flew past your head and you laughed as it went straight through. “Damn straight asshole. Try what you like, you are MINE.”

You glided through the door with ease, hoping to see some sign of the demon right away. Was it too much to ask for it to just be sitting on the stairs waiting for you? “Why is it never easy?” you asked yourself glumly. Going on instinct, you headed up the stairs to where the children’s nursery was. Photo frames on the walls shattered as you passed, and flying glass aimed itself at your face, but you paid no mind as it passed through you as you ran toward your destination. You were so focused you didn’t hear the loud thumps coming from outside.

Another flower pot flew across the front steps, smashing on the sidewalk on the other side.

“Guess we know where Y/N is,” Dean commented glumly.

He looked back down at your still body, not liking how pale your skin had already become. He held onto the stopwatch like a lifeline… the second that thing hit 2 minutes he was starting, he didn’t care what Sam said. YOU said 2 minutes was all you needed so he was going to hold you to that. He glanced at Sam, who was holding your hand in his and staring intently at it rather than your face. He reached over and patted his back comfortingly, to which Sam looked up and smiled slightly. Neither wanted to be in this situation, but they were both glad you weren’t doing it alone like you originally planned.

It all happened too fast to avoid. They heard a low chuckle, and before either could comment they suddenly found themselves being flung back from your body. Sam watched in alarm as Dean hit the side of the house, slumping into an unmoving heap in the flowerbed. Sam himself rolled back and managed to narrowly avoid hitting a nearby tree.

“Dean!” he cried out, hoping to stir his brother awake. He jumped up and ran for your lifeless body, hoping to grab you and get you to the car. He had no idea if the demon was tied to the property line but he didn’t have a chance to find out before he was once again flung into the air, this time into the side of the house also. He too slumped to the ground, unconscious next to his brother. The stopwatch lay on the ground beside you; cracked, broken and useless.

Activity from the demon had strangely stopped as you entered the nursery. It was an eerie feeling, knowing that only a couple of days ago an infant and her 3 year old brother had been torn apart in this room. The walls were still covered in spatters of blood and you knew if you’d been in your body you would have thrown up. “Benefits of being a ghost” you commented, cautiously looking around.

You nearly fell back when the demon appeared in front of you, shrieking so loud you’d have certainly gone deaf if your ears were attached to you at that moment. You stood still, watching it with curiosity, before it stopped to also stare at you. It seemed confused, and angry. It threw its hand out but it only went through your stomach, causing you to laugh.

“Sorry buddy, can’t catch me this time,” you said with a wry smile.

The demon’s face twisted in anger and the windows of the room imploded, glass flying in all directions. The demon was a blur as it to-ed and fro-ed around the room, trying to make contact with you to no avail; if you had been in your body you would have been flung around like a ragdoll and dead in seconds. You decided that it was time to start the incantation, before it realised what was happening and disappeared. You started and it cried out in pain, and as you spoke louder and with more force your confidence grew. As you spoke the final words the demon began to break, red light shining through each crack in its form before it shattered, the pieces dissipating into dust as they hit the ground.

Silence fell again and you smiled broadly, relief washing over you. You practically bounded down the stairs and jumped through the front door, only to be met with the alarming image of Sam and Dean slumped motionless in the flowerbed.

“Well shit,” you said deadpan, before running up to them. “Sam! Dean! Wake the hell up!”

You glanced around and if your heart was pounding it would have stopped at the sight of the broken stopwatch laying on the ground.

“Fucking demon!” you screamed, turning back to Sam and trying to slap his face. Useless of course, as your hand went straight through, and you cried in frustration before levelling your face with his.

“Sam! Wake up! Help me!”

Sam swore he heard your voice, and groaned as he tried to sit up. He held his hand to his head, trying to remember the events the lead to this before it all came crashing down on him like a tonne of bricks. Y/N. Dead. On the ground 5 feet in front of him.

“Fuck! Dean!” he cried, punching his brother’s shoulder to try and rouse him. Dean groaned, and Sam was confident enough he was waking to leave his side and run to yours. He took the stopwatch from the ground by your feet, and threw it across the yard when he noticed it was broken. He wondered to himself how long they’d been out, panicked at the thought.

Wasting no time he leaned over you and put his hands on your chest, starting compressions. He didn’t know if the demon was dead, and he didn’t give a rats ass at that moment. All that mattered was getting you back. You could bitch slap him all you wanted if he was too early, he was ok with that. He was too busy counting his compressions to hear Dean come up behind him, and only noticed his presence when he leaned over your head to lift your chin.

“How long?” Dean asked.

Sam didn’t respond at first, too focused on keeping his rhythm. But when he did Dean’s blood ran cold. “Don’t know, knocked us both out. Damn demon smashed the stopwatch.”

His eyes widened in panic and he poised himself, ready to give a breath. Sam reached 30 and Dean sealed his lips with yours and breathed into your mouth twice, grateful to see the rise and fall of your chest as he did so. When you didn’t take a breath of your own Sam continued compressions, much to his annoyance.

“Cummon Y/N, take a damn breath,” Sam muttered. Dean held your chin up with one hand and held his other over your pulse, feeling a flutter only as Sam animated your heart on your behalf. 30 again and Dean gave you another 2 breaths, praying that this time you’d start on your own. Nothing.

“Christ sake Y/N, do some of the work would ya?” Dean growled as Sam continued to press down hard on your chest, your stomach rising with each compression he made. He felt a crack and winced, knowing he’d broken rib or two. Dean wasted no more time in grabbing the AED from the ground next to Sam’s feet, and began preparing it.

“One more chance,” Sam puffed. “Give her one more chance.”

Dean nodded, as reluctant to shock you as Sam was, and took his place once again by your head.

“Breathe” he was instructed, and he leaned over to do so. Both men stopped to watch your chest fall, praying for it to rise on its own.

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You gasped, taking in a deep breath which hurt more than anything you think you’d ever experienced. You coughed hard, and felt your body being turned to its side which graciously seemed to help. You faintly heard talking in the background, but only made out a few swear words and comments about “Jesus Christ” for some reason.

“What-” you tried to start, but you couldn’t get a word in edgewise before another cough wracked your body.

“Don’t talk sweetheart, just breathe,” Dean told you with a shaky voice, running his hand through your hair.

You listened to what he said, and paid attention to your breathing to try and get it under control. In, out, in, out. All the while Sam and Dean remained silent, obviously trying to calm themselves down as well. Eventually you felt like you’d gotten yourself under control, and moved your arm to try and sit up.

“Whoa, hang on, take it easy,” Sam told you, taking your arm and gently lifting you to a sitting position. Dean sat behind you and you rested against his chest, holding his hand which sat in your lap.

“You doing ok?” Dean asked.

“Yer I think so,” you replied, your voice gravelly. “I killed it.”

Both men sighed and hung their head in relief. You rubbed your tender chest, which didn’t escape Sam’s attention.

“We’d better get your ribs seen to,” he commented quietly, voice thick with guilt which you definitely picked up on.

“Dude, you saved my life. Don’t feel bad about a few broken bones. And you,” you continued, pointing to Dean. “When was the last time you picked up a toothbrush? Seriously, I think I can taste the burrito you had two days ago!” You laughed gently and they smiled in response, the weight that had been on their shoulders noticeably less than before.

“Let’s get the hell out of here,” Dean replied, and you nodded in agreement.

The guys helped to gently lift you up and into the backseat of the Impala, and you watched the house slowly disappear as you began to drive away.

“So Y/N. How does it feel? Knowing it’s all over,” Dean asked you. You continued to stare out the window, and from the rear view mirror he watched as a faint smile crept over your face.

A/N the 2nd: I hope you enjoyed! So I struggled for ages debating if this Monster of the Week was a demon or spirit or something else entirely. I went with demon because that’s just how I wrote it before I even considered it; please don’t look too deeply into the finer mechanics of this (like I have for the last 2 hours) :)

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Stay With Me

Summary: The reader gets kidnapped right when the Winchester get arrested.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Violence, Torture, Gore, Cursing. Y/n’s POV

6 weeks 10 minutes 2 seconds that’s how long I’ve been away from Dean, but in my mind it felt like years, I didn’t even know where I was or if Sam and Dean are okay, I just prayed that they were. The last words that he told me was “Go, I’ll meet up with you later” that’s when I was put in a sack and dragged for what felt like miles, I woke up in a tiny room, tied up with the sunlight on me from the window on the ceiling. Not knowing where the hell I was but now I’ve been here for 6 weeks still not knowing. The only thing keeping me alive was Dean and the food that they give me once a day that looked like dog food. I really needed to get out of here.

Dean’s POV

“6 weeks today” I said carving a line on the cold wall with the screw from the bed in this small cell. I couldn’t believe that today has been 6 weeks already it felt like eternity. I missed her, Cass, Mary and even Sam who was in the room beside me, a thick wall separating us. And she was only thing keeping me from going insane, the only keeping me alive was the food that they gave us.

I back up and looked at the wall, this was basically my routine, Wake up, carve a line, eat, think about her, sleep. Every single day. Wake up. Carve. Eat. Think. Sleep. Over and over again for the past 6 weeks. I needed to see her but the only way to do that was to escape and the only way to do that was to make a deal with Billie.

Y/n’s POV

I looked down seeing my wrists with rope burns, they didn’t know cause they never come inside, the door was unlocked but there was a guard doing what he does best and guard the door, “Eat” said the voice that usually gives me the food for the day, I stood up and took it from the hand, I sat down and ate the dog food mush, I hated so much but I had to it was the only way to keep me alive. Tomorrow was the day I was finally get the hell out of here. And I couldn’t wait.

Next Day

Dean’s POV

Today was the day I was finally going to get out of here, I hated the fact that I had to make a deal but it’s the only way I could get out of here and finally see my family. I carved the last line of the day and when I turned around I saw Billie the reaper standing there watching me, “Hello there Winchester” She said with her hands in her back pockets “I need to get out of here” I said moving towards my bed, “I know how but we know what it is” She said smiling, it was her dream to have me and Sam dead and she was ready for us to go. “I know it’s the only way” I said getting the screw and cutting my palm, She shake my hand and went to Sam’s cell, while I lay on floor lifeless.

Y/n’s POV

Today was the day I was going to escape, and finally see my family, I said to myself. “Eat” said a voice that I hadn’t heard ever. I walked towards the slot and saw a smaller hand “Eat” she said again, thank God it’s a woman, it’s a easier target for me. I looked at her arm she was holding a sandwich. She came in “I was talking to you here eat” She said handing me the sandwich, I looked at her and grabbed her wrapping my two hands around her throat “You shouldn’t have came in here” I said squeezing her throat more, “Where am I?!” I said not too loud “I don’t know…I just work here” she said gasping for air. I walked out of the room with my hands still around her throat looking both ways making sure the coast was clear, I looked at her and grabbed her head and banged it against the wall, I was way more violent then the guys. And made a run for it. I got outside thanking Chuck I got out, I started to run, it was weird because it was a building a small one in the middle of the woods. I got to road and held my thumb out signing people I needed a ride. They just drive right by, I wouldn’t blame them, I looked like I just broke out of prison…well I kinda did. All of a sudden a guy wrapped his hand around my mouth and knocked me out with a gun.

I woke up seeing I was tied up from my wrist and my ankles. Damn it, I was one step closer to getting to Sam and Dean, but now I’m right back from where I started but even worse. I heard a loud bang from someone opening the door a guy came in. He had black hair and green eyes, medium build. “Hello there Y/n, trying to escape are we?” He said laughing at the end. “Why are you doing this?”. I said looking at him. “To get my revenge of course” he said picking up a tool. “From who?” I asked. “Sam and Dean Winchester” he said and I peeked up “What’s your beef with Sam and Dean?” I asked. “Years ago those Winchester boys killed my family, my mom, dad, brother, sister and my pregnant wife” he said looking down. “I’m sure they have a reason” I said. “No! They didn’t have the right to kill my family!” He yelled slamming his fist on the table. “Sam and Dean only kill monsters I’m sure that’s why” I said. “Monsters? My family weren’t monsters to me” He said. “So you’re gonna kill me?” I asked. “Yes, I have The Dean Winchester fucking girlfriend, this is the only way I can get my revenge” he said balling up his fists in victory. “You know killing me is not gonna change the fact that they killed your family” I said. “But right after I kill you I’m gonna find them and kill them” he said. “Okay whatever you say” I said knowing damn well he can’t kill them. “They killed my family and now I’m gonna kill you, they had no right! They don’t just get to walk away without punishment! They killed my love ones now I’m gonna kill their loved one” He yelled. “Look I’m sorry, I wasn’t there, I’m sorry but killing me isn’t going to bring your family back” I said. “I know but after I kill you three, I will feel a lot safer knowing their dead” he said walking towards me. “This is our job! We kill for the greater good, I’m sorry but they killed your family cause they were monsters” I said trying to stop him. “They werent monsters to me!” He yelled and stabbing me in the

shoulder, I grunted not wanting to show mercy “You’re just as brave as Little Sammy” he said smiling like a creep. “Don’t you dare talk about him like that!” I said grunting as he slid the knife out of me. “You’re just like Deano!” He said stabbing me in different places in my body. I didn’t scream I didn’t want to show mercy.

After hours of torturing me. He stopped and untied me and sat me down on a chair and started to beat me to a pulp, he beat me so hard that I fell back on the chair, breaking the chair. “That was fun!” He said standing back and looking at his work. I stood up very shaky, He look at me “Honey you look shitty! I should just put you out of your misery right now!” He said raising a hand, I put my hands in front of me like I surrender. “But I won’t” he said grabbing my jumpsuit and taking me outside, putting handcuffs and ankles cuffs “Walk” he said pushed me towards the road.

Dean’s Pov I gasped for air when I woke up seeing I was in another room and turned around seeing Sam looking at me “You okay?” He asked “Yeah I’ve been better” I stood up, a guy came in “Holy crap” he said “How?! You guys were dead” I put him in a headlock, while Sam search him getting a key, I put him in one of those things you put dead bodies in. And we left, I called Cass while Sam searched the truck getting a map out and I told Cass where we are. We headed towards a road.

Y/n’s POV

Walking was such a bitch, my legs were shaky, my face felt like it was to fall off, I only had one eye open, the other was swollen shut. When we were finally on a road we saw two guys in a dark blue jumpsuits. We walked towards them when we got close I almost collapsed on the ground.

Dean’s POV

When we finally got on the road, heading east we saw a guy behind a girl walking towards us, the girl was wearing a orange jumpsuit and the guy was holding a gun to her head.

“Sam and Dean Winchester?!” The guy said “Who’s asking?” Sam yelled back They got close enough and he hand me a picture of a family that looked really familiar. “Do you remember those people?” He asked “Yeah we do, they were werewolves” I said “They were my family and you killed them” He said “We’re sorry but they had to go” Sam said “Well guess what” He said pointing the gun at us “I was gonna kill you’re little girlfriend but you know what’s worse? Killing you guys and her having to live without you guys” He said “Y/n? Where is she?!!” I yelled “She’s right here silly” he said grabbing her shoulder and shaking her.

I couldn’t believe it, there she was, she was so beat up that I couldn’t even recognize her. That just boiled my blood, he touched her, he stabbed her, he beat her. And he wasn’t getting away alive.

“We had so much fun today, well I don’t know if she did but I did!” He said laughing. “Just let her go and we can discuss this” I said. “There’s nothing to discuss about!” He yelled “I can finally end the pain” he said “Oh boy the pain is just getting started, You’re gonna wish we killed you that night” I said, Sam quickly grabbed Y/n and ran. I kicked the gun out of his hand and grabbed his throat “You’re gonna wish you had never touched her” I said.

I pushed him to the ground and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and started hitting him “You don’t ever touch her!” I yelled and punched. “You mess with her you mess with me” I yelled and punched. “You’re gonna regret everything that you did” I yelled and punched. “Dean” Sam said. “She’s probably gonna die, and she didn’t do anything to deserve it!” I yelled and punch “She didn’t deserve that beaten” I yelled and punched. “Dean!” Sam yelled.

I looked up seeing Sam holding Y/n almost lifeless body, I get up and looked down at him, he looked worse than her, “If she dies I’m hunting you down and next time I won’t stop punching” I said stepping over him and walking towards Sam.

After an hour of walking, we see Cass and Mary standing by a car. “Sam! Dean!” Mary yelled running towards us hugging us. “Oh my god” she said looking at Y/n. That’s when I collapsed on the ground sobbing my eyes out Holding her in my arms. They just stared at me about to cry as well, they rarely ever saw me cry non less sob my eyes out.

“I’m so sorry I left, I’m sorry I let this happen to you, I didn’t mean to let for this to happen” I sobbed into her pretty much lifeless body “Please stay with me, please stay alive, please don’t die” I sobbed “Please don’t die, please don’t die” I sobbed harder.

That’s when I felt a hand on the back of my head “Dean?” She said barely a whisper I looked at her seeing her eyes were open “Yes baby” I said crying even more knowing she’s gonna make it. Cass bent down and put his hand on her. “No, don’t..Cass” she choked out. “Baby you need help” I said, “I want to heal on…my own” she said weakly.

Cass backed away. I stood up with her in my arms, walking towards the car.

“Not so fast” said Billie she was standing in front if the car. “Remember the deal?” She said “What is she talking about?” Mary said looking at us. “The only way to escape was to make a deal” Sam said “We were already dead being in that room” I said.

Y/n pretty much jumped out of my arms, almost collapsed on the ground. “What?!” She said as loud as she could. We all looked at her with worried eyes. “So I pull through a beating.. but you can’t escape from jail?!” She said holding her self up. “Baby, that was the only way” I said getting close to her, she held her hand up “Get..away” she said falling on the ground looking at the ground “Just..go” she said “You just love disappointing your family! That’s what you and Sam are good at, so just go” She said. “Baby..” I said almost crying again.

All of a sudden a bright light came off Cass had killed Billie, her body falling on the ground.

“I agree with Y/n” Cass said picking her up and wrapping her arm around his shoulder.

“Cass what have you done?” I said looking at him

“What to be done” He started “You know this world, this sad doomed little world it needs you, it needs every last Winchester it can get and I won’t let you die I won’t let any of you die, And I won’t let you sacrifice yourself, you mean too much to me, to everything, Yeah you made a deal, you made a stupid deal and I broke it. You’re welcome” He said

We were all just stunned by what he said Cass never has done that,

We all got in the car and drove to the bunker It was kinda awkward ride home, Y/n was laying across Sam and Cass in the back and Mary was in the passenger seat.

Once we got to the bunker it was still tense between us. Cass put Y/n on a chair and started to healing her wounds but not all them since she told him not to.

“Let me do the rest” I said walking towards them. “No, go away” she said looking away from me. Cass walked away and into the kitchen.

“Baby-” I started but got cut off by her “Don’t baby me” she started getting up and holding on to the chair “You were going to leave me! I’m not surprised that you made a deal, I fought my way back to you, cause something told that you were still alive and I needs to stay alive” She said yelling as loud as she bear

“If there was another way to get out, I would have that one instead, but I couldn’t I needed to see you, I didn’t know where you were either, I thought you were with Cass but he told me you haven’t been home in 6 weeks either” I said to her. “I’m just glad you’re alive and in front of me” I said opening my arms for her. She looked at me “I wish I could say the same” She said while limping to our bedroom

I sat down on the chair and teared up knowing she didn’t feel the same, I couldn’t blame her, I would be angry if she made a deal, I didn’t fought my way to her, I was being selfish, she literally fought her way out and found me and then finding out that I had made a deal and she had to live without me and heal on her own. It was too much to bear, I felt horrible knowing all of this. It was my fault all of this happen.

I made my way to our bedroom and open the door and saw she was laying down. I made my way to the bed and took my shoes off and shirt and laid down beside her wrapping my arms around her. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry I caused all of this, I know you fought you’re way back to me, and I made a deal, I’m so sorry, but we have each other and that’s all that matters right?” I said in a whisper in her ear.

“Right baby” She said snuggling against my chest. “I’m sorry I was mad at you earlier, I just couldn’t bear to live without you and heal all on my own. I need you in my life” she said. “Me too babe Me too” I said falling asleep with the love of my life. I couldn’t believe that I finally have her in my arms Safe and Sound. I’m glad she Stayed With Me. The End!

Part 2?

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