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thatoneyanderewriter · 4 months
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Deception
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pairing: yandere!coriolanus snow x everdeen!reader
summary: it’s the things we love the most that destroy us.
warnings: yandere behavior, stalking, implied murder, violence, delusion, possessive!snow(as in VERY possessive) unhealthy relationships, superiority complex, narcissistic tendencies.
a/n: I love Lucy gray okay? but she didn’t exist in this! Just for the plot btw. also more yandere tbosas characters to come!
Coriolanus liked to think that he was always on top. Snows were, after all, very prominent. That was what was keeping him going in life. His name.
This mentorship would be the key to his future. He had already decided he wanted to be the President of Panem, another way for him to gain control.
He first notices you at the reaping. Not physically. But it’s programmed live, so everyone could see. You stood out. Maybe not on purpose, but to him you did.
“District 12 Girl is Y/N Everdeen.”
The Mayor looked smug. You look over to a smug redhead. He wondered what past you shared with her. And you stood tall and confident. You kept your expression the same as you walk.
The redhead screamed, as the mayor called for help. That was revenge. But you didn’t do anything else, as you stood, the Mayor slapped you so hard you were off of your knees.
But you made no reaction as you stood back up, giving the mayor a warm smile as he was taken away. This was your opportunity, sure. You went over to the mic simply said,”Thank you, hope you enjoyed the show!”
Stepping back, You bowed, and added,”I hope you’ll enjoy my show just as much as I do!” You acted as if the audience was cheering, but it was silence.
The Peacekeepers shove you inside as Jessup is announced as the District 12 Male. You shake hands and that’s one of the last moments of the reaping he sees of you.
To be honest, receiving District 12 was a slap to the face. It was the small, joke district. It was clear Dean Highbottom had something against him, giving it to him on purpose.
In fairness, Coriolanus had made fun of him with friends behind his back, but still. It wasn’t fair. His petty resentment shouldn’t intertwine with his work.
But, you had some sort of gift. One he’d use to his advantage when it came to winning the games. And clearly, people liked you.
“I’ll have to admit, Coriolanus, you’ve gotten lucky, His fellow classmate, Hilarius teased. “I have, He replied proudly, having placed his plate next to Clemensia, He spots pie and immediately goes after it.
He hadn’t had Apple Pie in quite some time. The thought of it made his stomach growl. When all of a sudden, Dean Highbottom placed a bogger slice on his plate.”Oh, take a big one. Growing boy like you can handle it.”
Coriolanus grins at him. Thank you, sir. I can always find room for pie.” The Dean responds, “Yes, pleasures are never hard to accommodate, No one would know better than I.”
He never liked Dean Highbottom. He probably only had his position due to his fame of creating the hunger games.
The conversation sent chills down Coriolanus’ spine when Dean Highbottom spoke the words,”Look at you, in your makeshift shirt and your too-tight shoes, trying to hold it together. Strutting around the Capitol, when I doubt the Snows have a pot to piss in. Even with a prize, it would be a stretch, and you don’t yet have one, do you? What then, I wonder, would happen to you? What then?”
The next morning, Coriolanus stood at the Train Station. After hearing about the arrival of the tributes, he felt it was best to see you personally. A start that most hadn’t jumped to.
This made him feel more confident. And in his hand was a white rose, one from his grandmother’s garden. It was Tigris who suggested bringing a gift. And his cousin was never wrong, most of the time at least.
The train was a bit late but when you arrived, didn’t run per se, but rushed over to you, rose in hand. “Welcome to the Capitol, He greeted you.
You look up at him.”You shouldn’t be here, well, you don’t look like you do.” “I probably shouldn’t, He admits. You laugh a little, but aren’t scared. You don’t trust him right away of course.
“So then, What’s a Capitol boy like you doing around here? You ask, eyeing his clothing. “I’m your mentor, He said.”And I wanted to know you without the Capitol.”
“Hm, a rebel, You teased, taking the rose from him.”Does everyone have a mentor?” “Yes, but the others are waiting I suppose, He winked.
Coriolanus was intrigued. You were a bit more bold and confident than he expected. But the reaping showed a little bit of that.
“What does my mentor do besides bringing roses? You joke. “I do my best to take care of you, He said.”Coriolanus Snow.”
“I’m sure, if you’re my mentor, you know my name, but I like yours, You compliment.”And good luck, by the way. A lot of people don’t like me. Might try to kill you too.”
It was a clear joke, but Coriolanus was still puzzled. How could anyone hate you? You weren’t dangerous by any means, and the confidence you had became attractive to him, almost.
You expect to go on by yourself, but Coriolanus joins beside you, being shoved into the platform. He did so much for you, and maybe you should’ve done more. Then, you saved his life. Out of oath and a sense of guilt. And the fact you wanted to help people, not do the opposite.
Eventually, The games ended. And while Coriolanus was certainly relieved. Dean Highbottom found out about his little favor to help you win.
He just had to see you one last time. To say that he had grown infatuated was an understatement. You just were very charming, and sweet. Naive, even. Maybe not from your eyes, but his? Definitely.
“Are you okay? You ask.”You seemed urgent when you asked to meet up.” It was secret, just like your relationship.
“They’re punishing me, He said.”I don’t know if I’ll see you again. I cheated to help you win.” “I would’ve done the same, Coryo, You remind him.”Besides, I owe you. What’s your punishment?”
He could either lie, or tell you the truth. See, he always felt like you needed to be saved by him. He was superior, in a way. Of course he loved you, but he wanted to protect you too.
“I’m going to be a Peacekeeper for 20 years, He admits.”Protocol, but at least I won’t suffer humiliation.”
You chuckle.”I know, Coryo. I’d rather suffer humiliation than be a Peacekeeper. Will I see you again?” He replied,”I don’t know.”
But when you kiss him, it feel incredible. You loved him so. And from your eyes, he loved you too, yet it didn’t change your confidence and boldness.
He was well aware that you would’ve stood up for what’s right. You were an Everdeen. A family of that, according to you.
But truthfully, he insisted on district 12. “Well, they’re sending me back too, Coryo, You tell him.”Might pick up on more jobs to survive.”
He kissed you roughly one last time. Even though he was sure he’d see you again. Maybe without your knowledge.
When you came home, you did as you said. You picked up on more jobs. And when he first was there began following you, more like stalking you, but he was protective of you, his girl, he’d say to himself.
He didn’t want anyone else to have you. And he knew his silly infatuation became an Obsession. But this wasn’t new. Not in the slightest.
You began singing a little at the Hob, alongside the Covey, a group of musicians. You didn’t sing too much, he notices.
But when you did sing, you sang beautifully. You always sang what you felt. And he admired it. One night, however, you noticed him. But made a small reaction, turning back to the song.
When you ended, you rushed over.”Coryo. Didn’t expect to see you here.” “Surprised? He teased. “A little, You admit.”But, I knew you would. It wasn’t too much of a surprise. Nice buzz cut.”
He laughed, your fingers brushing over his shaved head. He’d miss his curls, but they’d return. “Where’s Sejanus? You ask.
You find him within the crowd, and start up a conversation. However, the night ends with you and Coriolanus, like how he wanted.
His ever growing possessiveness for you was showing a little, his grip on your hand was strong. You didn’t care, though. Not at first. You might not see him again. Or rarely.
Your judgement was clouded by the feeling of Love. A feeling many experience at your age. “Y/N, A voice said drunkenly.
You turn, annoyance in your tone.”What? I know exactly why you’re here.” Your former lover, well, truthfully, a one-sided crush at that. He just thought you were lovers.
He'd believe Mayfair over you, on a lie. that was it for you. “Come on, I miss what we had! He whines. “As if it was anything special, You scoffed.”See, if you hadn’t believed that redhead, it would’ve been just fine. She tried to kill me!”
Coriolanus wouldn’t admit it, at least to you, but he was fuming. His jaw clenched, and obvious signs of frustration. You soothe him, or try to. “Coryo, he’s an idiot, You say, assuringly.
“Ah, your new victim? Your former friend said jokingly, but anger in his voice.”She’s just using you, like with me.”
And that seemed to be it. You could only watch as his fists landed on his face. Stumbling back, he groans.”What the-“ Coriolanus wasn’t done. Now relying on his anger, jealousy, and bloodlust. He punched his jaw, so badly that by the time he was done, which was after a few times, his knuckles were bleeding, and blood landed on him.
Clearly, he was good as dead. This was a side you hadn’t seen before. But nonetheless, You couldn’t react. “Coryo… You could only say. And as he looks up, he hugs you, a bit more passionately than usual.
“You were never here. Go. I can handle it.”
You decide on listening. He wasn’t even really suggesting, but rather ordering. And you didn’t want to stay a moment longer.
Truthfully, He felt a sense of power, and control when he was punching him. You were his, not your former friend’s. He had to make sure of that.
It was a swift process, he had killed before, technically having no other choice but still, he was worried you wouldn’t forgive him. Or tell someone. That would ruin his future.
Of course, it didn’t mean he regretted doing so. He loved the feeling he got. The violence itself he enjoyed. And the way he spoke of you, it was justified. He shouldn’t have talked to you like that.
“Coryo, are you alright?”
Hearing your voice, his head spins. Your voice was like a bell to him. “I’m fine, are you? He hurt you? Coriolanus asked in response.
You shake your head.”He’s done this before. He may have hurt me once, but not again.” It was stupid, in your eyes. It wasn’t like he was a lover of yours, just your best friend. You thought he’d choose you over Mayfair, who clearly had her eyes on him.
Which wouldn’t be a problem, if she wasn’t a bitch. “As long as I’m here, Nobody will hurt you, Coriolanus assured you. You smile.”I know. And that’s why I love you, Coryo. Always there for me. I owe you big time.”
You owed him, and he’d never let you forget that. You belonged to him, and nobody else. You better remember that.
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L’s nightly spn time this evening and:
L: Mammmmma I want da one on your writin’ notebook.
Me: ..oh, you mean this one? [pulls out notebook from redbubble with art on the cover by @castyel]
L: Yeah! One where Cas has a moooooostache.
Me: Endverse.
L:  YAH.  Cas got a beard.
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dreamwritesimagines · 3 years
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Twisted 14 - Sinking Deeper [Spencer Reid x Reader]
A.N.: Thank you so much for your wonderful support my loves! Here’s the next chapter, I hope you will like it as well, and please let me know what you think of it! ❤❤ Ily, kisses! ❤❤❤ 
Ps: Special thanks to Bea for helping me!
Series Masterlist
Warnings: Murder, serial killers, violence, manipulation, mentions of sex, drinking, smoking.
Word Count: 4180
Summary: Not every night is for sleeping.
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All things considered, you were sure that you were supposed to be more stressed out than you were right now. The FBI still had nothing on the copycat killer that had sent you flowers, or any of the others that were running wild all over the country. BAU was working nonstop because there was more and more pressure coming from the supervisors and higher ups, and Spencer had told you something about the profile evolving but hadn’t gotten into details.
Not that you would ever ask him to, what you heard was more than enough.
Despite all that, whenever you were with him, you managed to feel almost…peaceful. It was so unfamiliar to you that it had taken you a moment to acknowledge what it was.
Happiness. Pure happiness, enough to get rid of the mind-numbing panic and worries about the future.
Or, as your sister had so eloquently put it, you were so, so screwed.
You took a sip of your mimosa, texting Spencer under the table, barely aware of the conversation taking place but you had to look up when you heard your name being called.
“Would you want to, Y/N?” your mother asked and you frowned.
“Hm?” you asked, your eyes stopping on Lily playing with her dolls by the corner of the huge living room before you looked at Mina and Kenzie, “Sorry, what were we talking about?”
“There’s this opera—“
“Nope,” you shook your head fervently, “No way. It’s Mina’s turn.”
Mina let out a whine, “I hate you so much right now.”
“She has a point,” your mother pointed at Mina, “Your sister was the one who came to the charity ball, you can come to this one.”
Mina heaved a sigh while Kenzie reached out to hold her hand.
“Babe come on, it could be fun.”
“Exactly!” your mother said, “Thank you, Kenzie. Besides, Nolan is coming as well, so we will be two couples there. Y/N, of course if you want you can bring Spencer—“
“I’m not exaggerating when I say I’d rather spend an hour in my serial killer father’s cell with Spencer.”
Your mother rolled her eyes and Mina tilted her head.
“Nolan Yates is coming too?” she asked, pinching the bridge of her nose, “I’m spending a whole night with the boss of my boss?”
“You two should get to know each other!” Your mother said, “Besides, there’s no harm in telling your bosses that you should become a partner already—“
“Mom,” Mina cut her off, “We talked about this. I will earn that position by myself, not because of anyone’s influence. Including yours.”
Your mother sipped her drink, “It’s as if you like struggling, Mina.”
Kenzie looked between them and smiled brightly, trying to diffuse the situation. “I’m actually pretty curious about him,” she said, “Since you’re a couple now, I just need to see what kind of a person he is.”
“There’s nothing to see, babe.” Mina murmured, “The guy looks like he spends millions alone on his beard care and wears bowties to bed.”
“Yeah but bowties are cool,” you grinned and a silence fell upon the table.
“I will get back to you sleeping with my boss’ boss in a minute mom but—“ Mina cleared her throat and turned to you, “I’m sorry, was that a Doctor Who reference?”
“Yeah,” you nodded, “I started watching it because Spencer likes it so much. It’s actually pretty fun, he said we could go to Sonic-Con next year if I want.”
“Comic-Con.” Kenzie corrected you helpfully and Mina blinked a couple of times.
“Jesus Christ.”
“I don’t get it,” Kenzie said, “I told you to watch it with me and you said, and I quote It has like one billion episodes Kenz, I don’t have time for that.”
Mina stole a look at Lily to make sure she couldn’t hear you before she turned to Kenzie, “Yeah, the difference is that you weren’t dicking her down.”
“Nobody is dicking me down!” you whispered, and your mother gasped, putting her mimosa glass down.
“Girls, not at the breakfast table!” she insisted, “Not that this kind of language is acceptable anywhere…”
“Yeah Mina, leave her alone,” Kenzie said, “I think it’s sweet.”
“What’s next? You will want to get a doctorate as well because he likes them so much?”
“That wouldn’t be so bad,” your mother mused out loud, “Y/N, I know the lovely dean of—“
“No!” you pointed at them, “No to both of you. And thank you Kenzie.”
Before your mother could say anything, Lily ran to you to climb into your lap.
“Hi there bug.”
“Can we play after brunch?” she looked up at you, making you smile at her before you pinched her chubby cheek, making her giggle.
“Of course,” you said, “Dibs on green unicorn.”
“I like pink better,” she nicked a piece of cheese from your plate, “Are you talking about your prince?”
Mina smiled into her glass, “Something like that sweetheart.”
“Lily, why don’t you ask auntie what you asked me the other day?” Kenzie told her and Lily nodded fervently.
“Can I wear pink on your wedding?”
“Whoa-“ you cleared your throat, “Lily, baby, there’s no wedding.”
Kenzie and your mother grinned at each other and turned to you and Lily but she looked as if she was confused.
“But if he’s your prince…” she trailed off and Kenzie cleared her throat.
“I would like to come up with a tamer version of that question,” she said, “When do we get to meet him?”
“Mom and Mina already have,” you said but your mother shook her head.
“That doesn’t count.”
“Because you treated him like you were going to hire him?”
“Oh you did the same to him as well?” Kenzie asked your mother, “I thought Mina would have a heart attack when you did that to me.”
“I honestly thought you would break up with me after that.”
You fixed the huge bow on top of Lily’s hair while she sat still in your lap, listening to the conversation.
“How about dinner?” your mother said, “It’d help us to get to know him better.”
“Nope,” you shook your head, “It’s too early.”
“Oh come on Y/N!”
“I will introduce him to you guys when I’m sure you can behave.”
“He has spent hours with dad, you do realize that?” Mina asked with a small laugh, “You think he behaves? The guy is a—“
“Mina.” Kenzie nodded at Lily and Mina stopped herself immediately but Lily had already heard it.
“I thought your dad was a bad man, mommy.”
“He is, baby,” she nodded, “That’s why he’s far away, remember?”
“Then why is auntie Y/N’s prince talking to him?”
“Because he catches bad people, bug.”
Lily gasped and looked up at you, her eyes shining with excitement, “Like a superhero?!”
“Mm hm, like a superhero,” you grinned at her and she fidgeted in your lap.
“When will I meet him?”
“Yeah Y/N, when will we meet him?” Kenzie batted her lashes and you pointed at her.
“That’s evil, you know that right?” you asked, ignoring Mina’s laughter, “Low blow.”
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Towards the evening, right before it was time to meet Spencer he had texted you, saying that they would be doing overtime at work. You were bummed, but you still texted back to tell him it was alright, that you would be going home and he could drop by whenever he was done.
After having dinner, you went to the couch with a bottle of wine and turned your laptop on to take a look at the files your assistant had sent you. Campbell wedding was almost done, Vincent had sent you a couple of new ideas to add into the theme, and you had to email back two pastry shops to confirm the wedding cake orders.
You were so lost in work that you had barely realized downing the half of the bottle and it was only when your phone started buzzing on the coffee table that you looked away from the screen of the laptop.
“Hi Lincoln,” you answered the phone, still typing your replies to your assistant and he took a deep breath.
“Hey,” he said, “Are you watching it?”
“Watching what?”
“TV. They’re talking about the copycat killers.”
“What?” you grabbed the remote to turn on the TV and of course, the first TV channel you found was already covering the story.
“The FBI has confirmed that the body that was found dead earlier today belonged to one of the copycat killers that has been—“
“What the fuck?” you murmured, keeping your eyes on the screen and he cleared his throat.
“Yeah,” he said, “I know it’s creepy but I mean…I don’t know, isn’t that a good thing?”
“Someone killed one of the copycat killers?” you asked, “That makes no sense at all.”
“Do you think it’s the same one?” he asked, “From the charity ball?”
“I don’t know,” you muttered, “Jesus Christ.”
“Are you okay?” he asked, “I didn’t know if I should call, but…”
“No no, I’m glad you did.” You muted the TV, then filled your glass again, “What’re you doing?”
“Just leaving work,” he said and you raised your brows.
“Linc, it’s eleven p.m.”
“I had to attend a meeting overseas.”
“Workaholic.”
“I prefer the term hard working,” he chuckled, “How about you? You weren’t sleeping, right?”
“Nah, I was waiting for my boyfriend,” you said, making him pause for a moment, “And checking client files. And drinking.”
“You’re lucky you can deal with your job while drinking, these sharks would pounce on me if they ever saw me like that.”
You took a look at the TV and typed in the copycat killer’s name into the search bar, sipping your wine.
“You’re being safe, right?” he asked you, “I haven’t heard from you for like a week or so, you’re alright?”
You pressed your lips together, trying to decide whether to tell him about the flowers or not, but in the end you decided not to.
“Family drama,” you said, “I’ve been running everywhere, and what with work and everything…Sorry about that.”
“Don’t be silly,” he chuckled, “Just wanted to make sure you were alright, that’s all.”
“I’m alright—“ you started but then looked over your shoulder when you heard the doorbell ring, “Gotta go. I’ll call you tomorrow?”
“Sure thing, see you,” he said and hung up, so you jumped over the couch to rush to the door before you opened it to see Spencer standing there.
“Hey,” you smiled at him, standing on your tiptoes to kiss him, “Long day?”
He nodded silently and wrapped his arms around you, pressing you closer to inhale your scent.
“Hi,” he muttered into your hair, “Yeah. Long day.”
“I have wine?” you said as you pulled back, and closed the door after he stepped in, “I also have a bathtub even you could lose yourself in.”
“It’s fine, don’t worry,” he said and hesitated for a moment, “On second thought, do you have coffee?”
“Are you sure you want to drink coffee at eleven at night?”
“I still have some reports to go over,” he said, stepping into the living room while you put the coffee on and his eyes stopped on the huge screen that was still giving details about the copycat killer.
“You saw that huh?”
“Mm hm,” you watched him as he dropped his satchel and you went to sit down next to him on the couch. “I was checking the other news. That’s why you had to work overtime?”
He rubbed at his eyes and ran a hand through his fluffy hair as if it would help, “We thought the profile was changing but this whole thing just proves someone is trying to keep it stable.”
You pulled your brows together, “What?”
“The victimology didn’t match with the last two victims, and now one of the copycats ended up dead, probably the one who went rogue.”
“How did it not match?” you blinked a couple of times, “They all left a flower in the crime scene, no?”
“Well yeah, but the rest—“ he stopped for a moment, staring at you, “You never actually checked his victimology?”
“I never watched any of those interviews he gave after he was imprisoned, if that’s what you’re asking.”
“Yeah, and those interviews are the reason why we still don’t have a specific suspect because everyone knows everything about him, and most of your family life,” he heaved a sigh, “But you know what his victims had in common?”
“They all bled out while he watched,” you crossed your arms, leaning back to the arm of the couch, “I know that. He liked watching that.”
“Your father never killed anyone outside his social circle,” he reminded you, “They were all wealthy and overly successful people, remember? That’s why it took FBI so long to find him, because the previous profile was wrong. They thought it was someone who didn’t have access to the same resources, the same wealth and status, and it was for revenge.”
“Yeah but Spencer, he killed those people because he is evil.”
“He killed those people because in his mind, he was creating this…perfect business environment. Most of the people who got murdered were either failing business people or people who failed to meet his expectations. He was very successful, he expected the same from everyone. That’s his victimology. The flowers on the crime scene, they were just his signature. Well, his signature and his small offering to you.”
You thought for a moment, then went to the kitchen to pour him a cup of coffee before walking back to the couch.
“I still think this is a bad idea professor,” you muttered as you gave him the cup and he smiled at you, then took a sip while you lit up a cigarette.
“So then,” you crossed your legs, “His victims were the cream of society and that means something? Other than the fact that he was a psychopath?”
“That means a lot of things,” he said, “So far, most of the victims had a higher status in society, it means that the copycats actually wanted to continue his legacy from where he left off. Maybe not the people who disappointed them per se, but until these last two victims, they all had higher financial status, either family money or with their own successful companies but last month, someone first killed a bartender and then a social worker. The only thing that told us it was remotely connected was the flower in the crime scene.”
“That’s why the profile was changing,” you muttered to yourself, “Okay. Is that normal?”
“No, not at all,” he shook his head, “It’s very unfamiliar. It did prove our multiple copycat killers theory but other than that, it was going to make things incredibly harder until…” he nodded at the TV and you pulled your brows together.
“Hold on,” you sat up straighter, your mind working nonstop, “Multiple copycats who are trying to continue that monster’s legacy, and one happens to taint that legacy by going rogue…”
“And he gets killed,” he finished your sentence for you, “Exactly.”
“It was one of the copycats who killed him?”
“That’s my theory.”
“So they’re not actually working together then?” you asked, exhaling the smoke, “Or- or- wait, you said there could be one copycat that was controlling the others, maybe they did it?”
Spencer took a sip of his coffee, “It could also mean that the leader wouldn’t want to take chances like this again,” he said, “Someone tainted the legacy, he might begin to believe he cannot trust anyone with that again.”
You let out a breath, stubbing the cigarette, “What does that mean then? For…all of this?”
“It means that someone cares so much about your father’s legacy that they’re ready to kill anyone and everyone over it, even their partners,” he said, “It also means that their whole operation is starting to crack. It’s only a matter of time someone makes a mistake and ends up getting caught.”
You massaged your temples, “Well, at least one of us can see the light at the end of this psycho murder tunnel.”
“You can’t?”
You shrugged your shoulders, “It feels like it won’t stop,” you croaked out, “It’s like… It’s like I can’t wake up without dread filling me. It’s always there, at some corner of my mind. The more I think about it, the more I feel like—“ you stopped yourself and Spencer frowned, putting his coffee down.
“What?”
“You don’t want to hear that, trust me.”
“Try me.”
“The more I feel like it will go on until the day I die.”
“It’s impossible for this case to take that long, Y/N—“
“I didn’t say it’d take long,” you took a sip of your wine and heaved a sigh before you looked up at him, the expression on his face almost hurting your heart physically, “Told you that you didn’t want to hear it.”
“Don’t say that.”
You forced a small laugh and got up from the couch, suddenly restless.
“You said it yourself,” you said, pacing in the living room, “His victimology. He went after the people who disappointed him, right? Can you guess who’s disappointing him right now by not turning into the monster that he is?”
“That’s not what I—“ he shook his head fervently and stood up from the couch as well, “No. No way. It’s his victimology, but none of the psychiatric evaluations or anything on his file, including the list of his victims suggest that he would go after his family. There was a reason why he never tried to hurt you or Mina or your mother even back then—“
“No I’m sure they’re safe,” you said, “But Mina didn’t get flowers, professor. I have.”
“If our theory of him being in contact with the copycat is right, it means that your father is involved as well—hey,” he stopped you from pacing, reaching out to hold your hands in his, “Listen to me. Whoever it is, they will never, ever touch you. I’ll make sure of that.”
A painful smile pulled at your lips, “Spencer, that’s not your responsibility.”
“It is.”
“FBI can’t—“
“I’m not talking about the FBI, I’m talking about me.”
You took a shaky breath and wrapped your arms around his middle, burying your face into his chest as you swayed slightly.
“Is it okay if we stay like this for a moment?” you muttered, shifting your weight from one foot to another “I don’t— I can’t sit still, I don’t know why.”
“Do you want to hear the reason why?” he ran his fingertips over your spine up and down, as if trying to soothe you and you nodded.
“Yes please.”
“You feel threatened, so your brain is trying to understand where the danger is coming from. It’s telling you to either stand or run away, so it’s pumping adrenaline into your system. We call that nervous energy.”
“That could be my stripper name,” you mumbled, making a chuckle vibrate deeply in his chest, “Tell me more.”
“The nervous energy happens when you’re under stress,” he said, “Our primitive brain is used to physical threats and it created this system in order to protect us. The threat you’re afraid of is not here, not physical, but your brain is still sending that energy to your limbs so that you can attack that physical threat, or run away to somewhere safe. It’s all a part of your defense mechanism.”
You hmmed into his chest, still holding him tight as if someone would take him away from you before you sniffled and pulled back to look up at him.
“You know, I think I got something you can’t explain with science.”
He raised his brows, “Debatable.”
“Do you want to bet? If I win, you’ll tell me what you planned for the next date.”
“What if I win?”
You wiped at your nose, “Tell me your price, professor.”
“There’s this conference on smoking and its effects on health next week, if I win you will attend that with me.”
“That’s a very indirect way to say that you hate my smoking.”
“I mean, it’s better if you see the effects in that conference, I think it’ll be good for you. It has five sessions, so it’s around….7 hours, including breaks.”
You blinked a couple of times, then nodded. “7 hours? That’s— okay. Yeah, I’m sure— I’m sure it’ll be fun.”  
A smile pulled at his lips, “Okay,” he said, “What is it?”
“It’s just,” you nibbled on your lip, trying to find the right words, “I was thinking and I realized something. I— I think it’s instinctual somehow, you can’t really explain it with science but when you’re here…” you paused, “With me, I mean, this whole panic dissolves. I feel safe, and it’s so unfamiliar that I don’t—“ you let out a small laugh, “I don’t know how to deal with that. I normally don’t feel safe, ever.”
A small smile pulled at his lips and he tilted his head, his warm gaze focused on you. You scrunched up your nose.
“Don’t tell me science can explain that.”
“Oxytocin.”
“God damn it!” you exclaimed, making him laugh, “Oxytocin?”
“Yeah, oxytocin. It’s a hormone that ensures that you trust people along with everything else. Basically, your brain— when you’re attracted to someone, your brain releases dopamine, so your serotonin levels rise and it produces oxytocin. It’s a big part of romantic attachment, it’s released during sex as well.”
You arched a brow, a small smirk flashing over your face and he pressed his lips together, a look of mischief appearing on his face.
“It strengthens fidelity as well,” he explained, “Seeing your partner as more attractive than others, and preferring to interact more with your partner than strangers.”
You clicked your tongue, “7 hours of conference, here we come.”
“It’ll be fun, I heard they’re bringing a real lung.”
“Can’t wait,” you muttered and entwined your fingers with his, “Well for what it’s worth professor, I have a lot of oxytocin for you.”
He cleared his throat, “Scientifically, one of the most important aspects of it is reproduction, in females it triggers labor and in males it moves sperm so having a lot of oxytocin can be—“
“Spencer, I’m trying to talk dirty in a scientific way!” you groaned, a fire spreading over your face because of embarrassment and you took a step to walk away from him but he grabbed your hand to turn you around and tug you closer to him, making you let out a whine.
“I feel like an idiot,” you murmured and he shook his head fervently,
“No, of course not,” he said, pushing your hair behind your ear, “Hey. I don’t know anything about weddings. So we complete each other if you ask me.”
You scoffed a laugh and looked up at him, your brows furrowed together, “You really think that?”
He nodded and you heaved a sigh.
“Okay.”
“And…for your information,” he swallowed thickly, “I have a lot of oxytocin for you too.”
A giggle you couldn’t stop escaped from you as he leaned in to capture your lips in a kiss, making your stomach do a pleasant flip. You wrapped your arms around his neck, your lungs full of his scent, making you dizzy.
“They’ll take away your doctorates for that joke, professor,” you breathed out as he pulled back, resting his forehead on yours while you raked your nails over the back of his neck gently.
“Worth it,” he murmured to your lips, leaning in to kiss you again, this time pressing you closer to his body and your heart started beating in your throat, a whine climbing up to your throat, desire filling your system faster than any other drug.
“Would you like to stay the night?” you whispered, and his eyes shot up to yours, both of you aware what you were really asking. He looked almost hypnotized by the sight of you in his arms and he blinked a couple of times, as if trying to focus before he nodded.
“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice hoarse and you took a shaky breath.
“Yeah,” you managed to say, your whole being consumed by this moment. “Yeah, I’ve never been more sure of anything.”
You could swear he could hear your heartbeat echoing through the room,
“No scientific explanation this time, professor?” you whispered against his lips and his fingers caressed the sensitive skin of your neck, sending a pleasant shiver from there to your whole body.
“No,” he murmured, leaning in to brush his lips against yours, “Not this time. Not for the lady who imparadises my mind.”
The lady who imparadises my mind.
That was how Dante described Beatrice in Paradise.
You stood on your tiptoes to pull him into a kiss, then tugged at his hand to lead him into your bedroom.
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lightheadedmask · 3 years
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Dreams Shared 💤 Chapter 8/?
Summary: Dean Winchester has started having peaceful, comforting dreams. Specifically, he’s started dreaming of “the girl in the yellow dress.” But when it turns out that “the girl in the yellow dress” is named Y/N and may be more than she seems, what will they do?
Rating: 18+ (slowburn, smut in the future (will be tagged as such))
Chapter Word Count: 526
Mun Notes: Day 8, Chapter 8, enjoy! If you’d liked to be tagged in each chapter, please let me know ✨Not gonna lie, wasn’t planning to have Sam play a big role in this fic, but we shall see ;)
Tags: @jbbarnesgirl @anunstablefangirl
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Looking at Dean and Sam, Y/N chuckled softly at the older brother’s statement before nodding. This all still felt a little too surreal. If she was being honest with herself, Y/N was definitely waiting for the other shoe to drop. There was no way she was just going to show up here, meet Dean, and then have happily ever after. She didn’t even know what that would mean for her. Life hadn’t allowed her to have dreams like that. 
Pulled out of her thoughts by Dean’s voice, Y/N bit her lip. 
“Sorry, can you repeat that? A little bit lost in my thoughts there,” she said. 
Dean nodded, taking one more step towards Y/N before holding out his hand. “I said, ‘Did you want to come inside?’ Also, don’t mind the super tall one staring you down right now, he’s not nearly as scary as he looks,” he teased with a wink. Sam punched his brother in the shoulder before offering Y/N a smile of his own. “Wasn’t trying to stare you down, Y/N, we just don’t get many visitors is all. I’m Sam, nice to meet you. Now come on in, we don’t all need to stand out here in weird silence.” 
Making her way into the bunker, Y/N immediately admired the architecture of the place. In her mind, it was beautiful. It was clear to her that there was history etched into every nook and cranny. 
“So…” she started, sitting down in the nearest chair. “What now? Any more mystery texts or do we just figure out what to do on our own?” 
Dean hadn’t thought that about what Y/N being here meant. Rowena had clearly sent her here for a reason, but there hadn’t been any more texts or messages. And Dean was sure if the witch knew that Y/N was here, so the silence was purposeful. They were going to have to figure this out on their own.
“No texts here,” Dean said, looking at Sam. The younger Winchester also shook his head. “It looks like we’re definitely on our own. I guess maybe we start by just asking each other some questions? First things first, Rowena told me to ask, but do you mind showing us your tattoo?” 
Y/N took a deep breath, feeling the slightest amount of tension in the room now. She nodded, moving her hair out of the way and turning around. 
“Rowena helped me get it,” she explained. 
As soon as Dean and Sam saw the tattoo, they both realized that the woman standing in front of them wasn’t some random, “normal” person. She believed in the supernatural, enough to protect herself from it. Was she a hunter or someone just caught up in all this? Dean wasn’t sure which option he’d prefer. He felt his voice catch in his throat slightly. “And why did she do that?” he asked. 
Y/N clenched her fist, putting her hair back down. 
“Because possessions a bitch and she didn’t want it to happen to me again.”
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misssophiachase · 3 years
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prompt- AH Klaroline. we usually see klaus developing feelings for caroline while she's in a relationship with someone else. i would like to see something where klaus has been in an established relationship with another girl and caroline realizes that she's developed feelings for him. (if you don't have time to do this one, don't worry about it).
Thanks nonnie, I love it so much! Inspired really. Got a bit carried away too, see notes at the end.
Synopsis: One wedding and a completely confused best man and maid of honour.
“And all you never say is that you love me so.”
All You Never Say
Caroline Forbes, Maid of Honour, Invites you to celebrate:
The Bachelorette Party for
Katherine Pierce
On Saturday fifteenth of June, twenty-twenty one at Connaught Bar, Mayfair, London at 2000h
Dress: Party Attire
One week before the nuptials - Connaught Bar, London England, 10:21pm
“What happened to the Kitty Kat I knew who’d usually be dancing on the bar right now and showing the stripper just how it’s done?” 
Although her tone was light and teasing, Caroline was a little disappointed given this was her best friend’s bachelorette party and there wasn’t a tacky veil or penis straw in sight. 
Also, they’d been forced to hire out a venue to avoid unwanted media attention before the big day so the atmosphere wasn’t quite what she was expecting either. 
The word lacklustre seemed a good word to describe it all.  
Maid of Honour Caroline had been banned from most fun things when organising Kat’s last night of ‘freedom’. 
“She’s marrying one of the United Kingdom’s most eligible bachelors, not to mention the youngest Minister in the Government’s Cabinet. That doesn’t really go with the wholesome reputation she’s trying to portray, Care,” Bonnie offered, eating the olive from her martini. “Although, I think it’s a shame you can’t put those pole dancing moves we learned in Cabo to good use.”
“This is one pathetic stripper, just saying,” Rebekah offered, joining them at the bar and stealing Bonnie’s drink from her outstretched hands.
“I was on the other side of the world, I could only go by his rating on the internet,” Caroline argued. “Plus, I also had to find one who kept some clothes on and we all know what that means.”
“What’s underneath doesn’t match the whole package,” Bonnie finished. “We don’t need to tip him, do we?”
When Katherine called Caroline thirteen months earlier to say she was engaged to Elijah, Caroline couldn’t have been happier. They’d all met each other at private boarding school and had stayed in touch ever since and even though they seemed like opposites, Kat and Elijah complemented one another. 
Also, Katherine’s job as head neurosurgeon at one of London’s most prestigious private hospitals and her impressive family inheritance greatly helped matters when it came to swaying his parents on the engagement. 
The Mikaelsons. 
Mikael and Esther were extremely wealthy and well-connected in English society.  They came from family money and owned a large and impressive property portfolio spanning the entire globe and had sent their children to the best boarding school the US had to offer.  
Phillips Exeter Academy in New Hampshire. 
Caroline wasn’t wealthy like the rest of her friends. She’d be lying if that fact didn’t make her feel somewhat inferior. Her father owned the local general store and, if it weren’t for her scholarship, Caroline would have ended up in public school. Not that she would have minded but her father insisted it was too good an opportunity to pass up. 
Attending the exclusive boarding school had been an adjustment to say the least and not just because of the ugly and uncomfortable uniforms they had to wear. Caroline was assigned to a room with three fellow students. 
Katherine Pierce, although the daughter of a talented cardiothoracic surgeon and a world class architect, was wild and impulsive and constantly in trouble with the dean for her indiscretions like sneaking out to meet boys and smoking on occasion. 
Bonnie Bennett was the gorgeous but serious high achiever whose parents owned one of the biggest publishing houses in the world. She was taught never to take anything for granted and work hard for what she wanted in life. 
Rebekah Mikaelson, while strong-willed and passionate, was the odd one out from the beginning. She made it her aim in life to drive the other girls crazy with her brittle personality and unwanted opinions. Although it took a while, and a few choice fights that needed to be broken up between her and Katherine, the girls became best friends. 
Rebekah’s brothers all attended the school at the same time but in different years with Elijah the eldest followed by Klaus then Kol and youngest sibling Rebekah.  
The Mikaelson boys and their best friend from home, Enzo St John, were definitely the most popular and sought after by the female student body. Caroline, not being one to conform, refused to play that game. She had no intention of stroking their egos any further, especially head womaniser Klaus. 
There was no doubting he was gorgeous, it ran in their family after all, but he knew it. 
Caroline found that she could have a fun time with Enzo, a deep and meaningful discussion with Elijah and a joke with Kol but when it came to Klaus all he did was tease her and rile her up. 
Of course she told herself it was because he was an immature idiot but wasn’t overly convinced it was the only reason given the looks she’d send his way when she knew no one was looking.  Caroline hoped whatever weird thing was happening would dissipate when they graduated. 
Kol and Bonnie had dated for a year at school, but apart from them they all stayed friends. So much so, that after they’d all graduated and gone their separate ways in life they still caught up for most significant occasions. 
This wedding being one of many. 
Katherine and Elijah had reconnected in Boston and, even though she always said he was too serious, they fell in love and were now on the verge of marriage. 
Caroline was so excited, if not about the bachelorette party. 
“Who are we kidding? I got the wild stuff out when you three were all too busy being good girls in boarding school,” she scoffed. Caroline wouldn’t admit it aloud but she had a point. “And there’s nothing stopping you three from getting up there with the stripper.” 
“Pass,” all three replied, looking up at him ominously. 
“How about we get out of here and see what the boys are up to?” Katherine suggested a twinkle in her brown eyes. 
“Because I think that defeats the purpose of a bachelorette party, Pierce,” Caroline drawled. “And this is Elijah, no offence but poker doesn’t sound all that exciting if you ask me.”
“Says the girl with the special poker skills,” Kat smiled deviously. “Klaus likes to think he’s the best player but we all know you could give him a run for his money. I’d say watching you fleece him is a fun way to spend an evening.”
Caroline had to admit angering the best man and her wedding partner certainly had its benefits. They’d seen each other in passing the previous day on arrival but otherwise hadn’t connected much recently because she was based on the West coast in Los Angeles and him on the East in New York City. 
He was the CEO of a prominent stockbroking firm and, by all reports, had been dating a Texan oil billionaire’s daughter and model, Hayley someone, for the past year.  
Okay, her surname was Marshall. 
She may have read a few editions of Page Six and seen them attending premieres and openings. She was sort of attractive.
Okay, she was gorgeous with big, brown doe eyes and a glossy chestnut mane and legs for days. 
Caroline told herself that she didn’t care more times than she could count but there was also something lingering beneath the surface with Klaus. She would have endeavoured to forget him after school had it not been for something that happened two years earlier and changed her opinion of him completely. 
Bastard.
And with that came the insecurity she hated. Even though she’d carved out a successful career as a human rights lawyer, she’d never fit into his life because she didn’t have a rich family or a huge inheritance like Hayley. Not that she cared but she knew his family did. 
She noticed her friends giving her weird looks, clearly she didn’t realise how much of a Klaus trance she’d descended into. 
“Sure. Why not?”
American Bar, Savoy Hotel, London 11:07pm 
“This is lame,” Kol scoffed, throwing his cards on the makeshift poker table. 
“He’s only saying that because he’s losing,” Enzo laughed, pulling the chips towards him greedily. 
“No, I’m saying that because this is no bachelor party,” he huffed, standing up and going to the bar to make himself another drink. “You couldn’t even organise one, measly stripper?”
As with the girls, the guys had hired out the venue for privacy reasons, not that they were actually doing anything untoward. 
Klaus had won the most money so far but he’d left the table to take a call from Hayley letting Enzo win a few rounds in his absence. She was arriving the next day for the wedding and was calling to check on the arrangements. 
Klaus was certain he’d told her multiple times but she was someone who liked things just right. But she also liked to call. 
A lot. 
At first he thought it was endearing but after a year he was starting to realise it was largely overkill. So too, her obsession with all things materialistic and celebrity and having to be at the opening of everything and anything. Klaus liked to keep more of a low profile if he could and that trait only reminded him of his parents and their chosen life together.
When he’d met her during a wild weekend in Miami, Klaus was immediately taken with her. He even thought it was love but decided that was just the tequila talking and it was most definitely lust. Klaus didn’t do relationships and he assumed she would be a momentary distraction until his parents had taken a strong liking to her.  Or more accurately to her wealth and family connections and future prospects for them. 
With Mikael and Esther it wasn’t much about love but what you did for a living and how much money your family had. Their marriage was case in point. 
Klaus wasn’t one to do what his parents told him but he’d long felt the black sheep given his secret paternity and decided it would be good to earn their favour for a change.  
There was also another reason to entertain the relationship, one that had made him realise that, no matter what, he was always going to have to settle for second best. 
“Are we interrupting anything?” Klaus looked up into the eyes of his future sister-in-law. He and Katherine had acted like siblings from the moment they met so to him her marriage to Elijah was inevitable.     
“Great!” Kol growled from his vantage point behind the bar. “Not only do I have to sit through this poor excuse for a party but now the girls have arrived.”
“Nice to see you too, Kol,” Bonnie said, raising her eyebrows. Although they’d dated over ten years ago everyone seemed to think something was still very much happening between them. 
“As much as I’m glad to see my beautiful fiance,” Elijah smiled, standing so he could pull her into his arms affectionately. “I’m not sure this is the done thing.”
“Oh, you mean like strippers, brother?” 
“You’re more than welcome to our stripper, Kol, we only left him in Mayfair about ten minutes ago so you might be able to catch him if you’re lucky,” Rebekah teased, swiping a few of Enzo’s prized chips from the table.
“Oi, woman!” He muttered, attempting to take it back while she squealed in response. 
Rebekah and Enzo had been play fighting since he was eleven and she was nine.  The rest of the group all knew it was unresolved tension that would finally sort itself out some day so were just waiting for it to click into place. 
“So, what you’re telling me is that the girls were allowed to have a stripper?” Clearly, Kol wasn’t letting this one go easily. 
“Oh would you please shut up, little brother, does it shock you that Elijah didn’t actually want one?” Klaus barked, his brother wearing on his last nerve. 
For the most part his gaze had been surreptitiously trained on the maid of honour.  Attired in a little, black dress that hugged her in all the right places it was incredibly distracting.  She was also wearing her hair just how he liked it, loose and a little wild. How many times had he imagined running his fingers through those waves? Too many to count.
Yes, Caroline Forbes was his dirty little secret. One that he had every intention of keeping because it would do him no good to reveal it. 
“I promise that when you get married I’ll book out an entire strip club,” Enzo offered, stealing the chip from Rebekah’s grasp while she wasn’t watching and sending her a triumphant smirk. “Happy?”
“Are we playing poker or what?” Caroline asked. This got his attention. Klaus looked over at her, his eyebrows cocked curiously. 
“You play poker, love?”
“I dabble,” she replied, taking a seat at the table. “I mean, I used to play with my grandpa when I was about ten. Pretty sure the rules haven’t changed much since then.” It would have been adorable if Klaus wasn’t so competitive by nature. 
“We are playing for real money here,” he warned, giving her one last chance to back out. “I mean I wouldn’t want to take advantage.” 
“I’m a big girl and can take care of myself,” she shot back. “So, just deal the cards, Mikaelson.” 
The others took their place and the game was restarted, even Kol seemed to have gotten out of his funk to play. The first hand went like this:
“All red,” Rebekah smiled triumphantly, laying her cards on the table. After betting her entire bank it was sufficed to say she was out from the get-go. 
“All red? Seriously, little sister? Can you please take her away Enzo and never let her play ever again,” Klaus muttered through gritted teeth. How were they even related?
Second hand ended in Katherine and Elijah being expelled for too much PDA at the poker table. Neither of the love birds minded a little time out in the corner. 
Third hand came down to a poor display of bluffing from Kol while Bonnie complained because all she wanted to do was play Go Fish because it was more entertaining.
Then there were two.
“Are you sure you don’t want to just give in, Forbes?” Klaus asked, leaning back lazily in his chair.  She was studying her cards carefully. Most hands she’d folded before betting anything and he was starting to realise she was too careful, much like the girl he knew in real life.   
“Give me a minute,” she hissed, fastening a loose wave behind her ear. Klaus could tell it was a sign of a bad hand but at the same time he wished he was the one to place it there. 
“Okay, I want three cards,” she asked, placing the discarded ones face down. 
“Maybe you should just fold, love?” He asked, partly because he was concerned but also because Klaus knew he was that accomplished. His straight flush was looking extremely good right now. 
“Maybe you shouldn’t tell me what to do, ass,” she offered, noting his shocked look in response. “I was just trying to counter your love with something equally fitting.”
“Fine,” he murmured trying to pretend not to feel dejected. “Three cards.”
She took them and again studied them closely. Meanwhile the rest of the group had gathered around, no doubt sensing this was their last hand and everyone could finally go home. 
“Okay, how about we stop beating around the bush and I just bet everything I have,” she said pushing it all into the middle. 
“You’re bluffing,” he blurted out, knowing it was impossible she had a hand to beat his flush. 
“I guess you’ll have to bet to find out,” she smiled. All he wanted to do was kiss it off her face and that was just for starters. He shook his head reminding himself that he needed to relax. 
“Call,” she said, her expression serious. They held each other’s gaze for a prolonged period, Klaus telling himself it was to try and read the poker signs but that wasn’t it at all. He suddenly realised that he could stare at her for hours and never tire. 
Not just hours, forever maybe.  
He cleared his throat knowing that everyone was now watching in anticipation. 
“Straight flush,” he grinned proudly, laying it out on the table. She gave it a brief look before placing hers next to his. 
“All red.” Given it was a ten, Jack, Queen, King and Ace of diamonds, also known as a royal flush, she was clearly being facetious. 
“You played me, Forbes.” He finally uttered amongst the cheers and Rebekah’s insistence that she must have had a winning hand all along. 
She pulled the chips towards her happily choosing not to respond immediately. His eyes were still trained on her though, desperate for some kind of response.
“And you underestimated me, Mikaelson,” she murmured. 
Yes. Maybe he had underestimated her and everything else.
TBC - Next part will be up tomorrow PM..there’s a chance encounter in the middle of the night, a rehearsal dinner and a slight wedding mishap before the big day. But let me know what you think so far : ) 
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smol-and-grumpy · 4 years
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Something Just Like This - CH36
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader
Summary: Dean Winchester, mobster boss. He’s a little cocky, a lot ruthless and more often than not, short tempered. But he’s also, Dean Winchester, a war veteran and hero who suffers under a shit ton of PTS. He met her in a bar and thinks it’s fate that brought her to him. Little does he know why she’s really here.
Warnings: Fluff, a dash of angst
WC: 3386
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Dean never thought they could talk things out in such a short time. He thought it might take days but all it took was some cuddles and a warm bath. He should have known though, because Y/N ticks the same way he does. She’s simple, says what’s on her mind, asks the hard questions even if she doesn’t really want to know the answer. 
She’s shaking as he dries her off and carries her to the bed to help her dress in a fresh pair of pj pants, a shirt and one of his oversized sweater before he tucks her in. He threw a shirt over his own head, wears some fresh underwear and walks out to get her pills. He comes in, asks if she’s hungry but she wasn’t. It’s still a couple of hours until dinner time anyway. He slips into bed with her after, can’t really spoon her because of her ankle but he gets as close as possible, lays his head on her good shoulder and noses at her neck. 
He breathes in her scent and whispers, “You smell good again.”
Y/N laughs at that, “Thanks?”
He has to laugh too because he didn’t mean for it to come out like it did. “No, I mean, you smell like you again. I missed that.”
She has her hand in his hair, scratches his head and he can hear her steady heartbeat. 
“There’s something I want you to see.” He says, rolls on the bed and gets his phone off the charger, hands it to her wordlessly.
She takes it, a frown on her face.
“Look at it.” He urges her and she pushes at the button, making the phone light up in the dark.
It’s still the picture of her and Cuddles on his home screen. 
“Dean,” She whispers, “I—”
“0502” He says simply and she looks at him perplexed, frowns when she realizes what the numbers are for. 
She thumbs over the digits, punches in the code and when she unlocks it, she sees a picture of her which he once took while she was still sleeping. Hair a mess, mouth open. He thinks it’s cute but she wouldn’t agree. She doesn’t say anything though. 
“Open my call activities.” He whispers and she does, opens it and looks through it, he doesn’t have a lot of callers on there, so it’s not hard to see that there are 3,212 calls he made to her old number. 
Y/N has tears in her eyes and Dean brushes his thumb against her cheek before he goes on. He’s not going to stop now, wants to get it over with because he wants her to know. 
“Look at my messages.”
She thumbs around on his phone, and opens the texting app. Her hands fly to her mouth, covering it.
He nuzzles his nose against her shoulder as she looks through it. There are messages he sent to her old number, and it starts from the moment she walked out. She can’t possibly go through them all because the last one was only sent three days ago. He never stopped texting her, if sometimes only for him to say hi and that he’s missing her. 
She opens her mouth, “I’m—”
“—it’s okay.” He interrupts her.
He’s told her everything she wanted to know. Everything he thought was important anyway. And everything he told her was the truth either. He wished he knew about the FBI thing sooner though, but what good would that have been? If he could go back, he wouldn’t have changed a thing. Would still have loved her. Would have wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. 
Dean takes his phone from her hands and moves up a little, lays his head next to hers on the pillow instead, rests his forehead on her temple. “Are you staying?” His heart is beating fast as he asks the question, and is kind of prepared if she’d say no, although it would kill him but he’s not the one who wouldn’t let her go if that’s what she really wants. 
“If you want me to?” She asks, and it’s like music to his ears.
“Yeah,” He smiles, “I’d like that.”
 ***
 Dean’s in the living room making breakfast when Sam knocks at his door. 
Dean let’s Sam in and immediately Sam senses that something’s different, because he grins so fucking idiotic and it makes Dean nauseous. That big ass sasquatch always knows when something’s up.
“How did your night go, huh? Wink wink nudge nudge.”
“Sammy, stop being so fucking creepy.”
“I see a pair of women's shoes at the door that’s obviously not your size, Dean, of course I have to be creepy!”
Sam walks in further and takes the cup of coffee out of Dean’s hand before he steals a strip of bacon from a plate. “You’re making breakfast for two, too! Guess she performed really well, that you let her stay.”
“Sam,” Dean growls, it’s a warning.
“I hope you used protection.” Sam’s taking another mouthful of bacon and washes it down with the coffee, “I don’t think you shouldn’t let people sue you for child support.”
“Sammy!” Dean didn’t mean to be so loud, placing his fingers to his lips as a way to warn himself. And then, softer, he says, “Y/N’s here.”
“What?” Sam shouts.
“You’re being loud!” Dean hisses.
“Sorry, okay,” Sam says and then he hisses too, “What? Where did you find her?”
“She was in a car accident. Messed up her ankle real bad. Long story short—”
“—Too late.”
“Oh, haha — shut up.” Dean mocks grumpily and goes on, “I was still her emergency contact on her phone and that leads us here.”
“Okay, fine, she’s here but have you talked it through? I hate to see you sad again, man.”
Dean smirks, “Don’t worry we talked plenty. She explained everything and I had my closure. I feel good. Haven’t felt this good in what?”
“A year.” Sam says drily.
“Yeah. She needs a lawyer to sue that son of a bitch who crashed into her car. You in?”
“Sure, send me the details because I gotta go now,” Sam knocks at the counter twice, “Was only on the way to the office, wanted to see how you’re doing. Is Y/N staying?”
“I think so, why?”
“Bring her around for dinner?”
Dean grins, “Sure.”
“Oh, that Lambo? Yours?”
“Cas. You wanna drive it?” Dean lifts his eyebrows in question.
Sam’s sending him a bitchface. “Nah, my dick’s way too big.”
 ***
 A couple of days later, Dean got Sergei to check up on Y/N. The doctor still lives in one of his apartments, even though he too, got more money than he probably will need in his life. But Sergei’s always been a one weird creature of habit, maybe that’s why he didn’t want to move. And maybe it’s also because Dean lets him live here rent free. It’s the least he can do since Sergei helped save Y/N’s life.
She’s doing much better and they can now lower her pain meds intake. Which probably also means that she’s gonna be awake more and Dean considers that a win. It’s still going to be a little over five weeks until she can take her cast off, though.
Y/N’s workplace had called in to lay her off. She was a little sad about that. It’s not really like she needed the money because Dean has plenty. He could give her half and would still have more than enough left to last him a whole lifetime. He thinks it’s more because she really likes to work, likes to have a purpose in life and he gets that. He tried to cheer her up, telling her that if she wants, she can pick up drawing again and he can fund her own art gallery. His idea wasn’t well received. And by mentioning the art, she suddenly remembers the drawing she left on her bedside table and asked him where it was. He said it’s in a safe place because he doesn’t want to tell her yet, but the truth is, that he framed it and took it to the new house, hung it up right at the entrance so every time he would go in there, he’d see and be reminded what he’s doing it for. Never actually gave up on the idea of finding her again one day and showing her the house, even if at that time he wouldn’t be in the picture of her new future anymore.
One day, he’d tell her. But it’s still too early now.
Cas came by last night to exchange his Baby against the hideous Lamborghini. Thank fucking god because Dean was starting to feel very awkward driving a Lambo around town to do the simplest of things. Cas had asked to see Y/N but she was already sleeping. He promised to take her around once she’s better. Maybe Dean should start to make a list of all the people who want to see Y/N to keep track and not to miss anyone. 
Gabe called too, Sam had been talking, like the gossip girl he is, and Gabe is overly excited that she’s found. Gabe was the one who helped Dean search for her because he hated to see Dean in the state he was in. He said to Dean that it’s worse than after the time their camp had been destroyed in Afghanistan. Dean owes Gabe a lot and Gabe’s also the only one who still lives nearby. He never needed much and only took enough money from Dean to tie him over until he can find another job. More than money, Gabe needs distraction, he once told Dean. He doesn’t need money because money would bring him back to the habit that he wants to shake off. So, now, if Dean needs anything, he’ll contact Gabe. Gabe actually insists on it. 
Y/N comes out of the bedroom, wearing one of his shirts. Dean doesn’t know why she raids his side of the closet when she has enough clothes herself. But he doesn’t really mind. She’s wearing a skirt because it’s easier to get it over the cast. Dean absolutely hates how cute she looks with the oversized shirt and the frilly skirt. Hates it because it makes him want her in a way he doesn’t allow himself to want her. Not yet.
“I’m ready.” 
“Good.” Dean says and it came out grumpy but he’s really not. It’s just that her outfit does things to him and he absolutely hates that he likes it.
He takes the key and gives her a hand to walk to the door. She clutches one crutch on the other side. 
“Jesus, this will take forever.” He mutters under his breath and sweeps her off her feel, carries her over his shoulder while she’s holding the crutch.
“Dean!”
“I’m sorry, it’s just, I’d like to get back by tonight and not still be here by then.”
She’s still over his shoulder when they get into the elevator and he sees their reflection in the mirror. He has his hand on her thigh and her skirt almost rides up to her ass. He turns his gaze down, doesn’t look. He carries her over to his car and they get in.
They’re driving to her apartment, moving things back to his place. Because it’s final. She’s staying. She really fucking stays.
Yesterday morning when he brought her a coffee to bed she looked at him and just smiled. Nothing else, just a smile. And her smile lasted an awful long while until he had to ask what’s wrong.
“I’m staying.” She said. Nothing less, nothing more. But it’s enough for him to sit down and kiss her. He wanted to ask if she really meant it. If she really thought it through because if she stays this time, there’s no running away and he had made it clear that he’s not letting her go anyway. He didn’t ask though, didn’t feel the need to because he’s sure that she knows.
She lived in a rundown building. It's a studio apartment and it’s nothing like her last one. The staircase smells of piss and he’s sure that he saw some kids selling drugs at the corner of the street. It’s surely not a nice neighborhood. Her apartment is small, cozy and it’s a stark contrast to the outside world around the building. Still, it makes Dean mad. He’s angry that she had to live here for so long without him knowing. But he guesses that if the circumstances would have been different, if Dean would have come knocking, she wouldn’t have wanted to come home with him anyway. 
Sometimes, things need time to fall into place and letting her come back on her own might have been the best for the both of them.
He brought a big duffel because she said that there’s not a lot to take back anyway. There’s notebooks where she keeps her drawings. Some books, a laptop. She packs only the clothes she really likes and that’s it. It doesn’t even fill the whole duffel he brought with him. Gabe is going to come around to clear and throw things out sometimes later in the week.
Dean carries her and the duffel down the stairs, breathes relief that his Baby was still standing and waiting for him at the curb where he left her.
She rolls her eyes when she sees him talking to the car, telling Baby how happy he was to see her still here and ready to roll. 
“Oh, come on, it’s not that bad around here.” 
“Yeah, right. I saw someone exchanging his own grandma for drugs. It’s clearly not that bad.” Dean snorts and tells her to get in. 
They get home in time for dinner and pills. It’s only one pill now and it doesn’t make her mind as foggy as the ones before. She can even stay around and watch TV with him. He has his legs propped up on the coffee table, she’s leaning into him on the side and he wraps his arm around her. 
It’s easy, Dean thinks. He welcomes the good feeling back into his heart. 
One step at a time. 
She falls asleep against him, so Dean scoops her up and walks her to the bed. He tucks her in and slips in next to her. And he’s able to spoon her now, her ankle isn’t hurting as much anymore. He breathes in, the familiar scent makes him light headed. 
“Thank you.” She whispers.
“You’re welcome?” He replies but doesn’t really know for what. Not that it matters.
She chuckles at that and Dean listens as her breathing evens out.
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 They’re almost at half time now and the skin underneath her cast starts to itch. She’s on the couch drawing when Dean walks in after he went out for errands. He looks over to see her poking around inside of her cast with a pencil.
“Stop that!” He shouts with his boss voice. It’s low and loud and she jumps up, almost dropping the pencil into the cast.
“It itches!” She whines and fucking pouts at him.
Dean unpacks the groceries, “I know but you’re gonna make it worse.”
Y/N lets out a frustrating groan and lets herself fall back on the sofa, her back hitting the leather with a thud. “This is ridiculous! This stupid cast is driving me nuts!”
“You’re driving me nuts!” Dean’s laughing. It’s easy how quick things progress with the two of them. How quickly they become comfortable with each other again. As if there was not a whole fucking year which separated them. He really missed that. Miss the silly arguments, the petty fights, miss someone who understands his humor.  
He pulls out a container of ice cream he just bought, gets out a spoon and walks over to where she's lying with her arm thrown dramatically over her face.
Dean sits down, digs into the ice cream — chocolate chip cookie dough, because it’s the one they both like and can compromise on. He’d rather have anything with peanut butter in it and she’s more of a coconut girl — and holds out a spoonful of ice cream out, waves it in front of her face. She still doesn’t see anything because of her arm.
“Y/N, come on, open your mouth.”
She doesn’t stir, “This better not be your dick, Dean, I’m angry.”
“What’s wrong with my dick?”
“It just doesn’t really make me feel better.”
Dean frowns and shoves the spoon into his own mouth, smacks his lips loudly as he eats it. “You contradict yourself because you used to say, and I quote, your dick always makes me feel so good.”
He actually wouldn’t know if it would still make her feel good because they haven’t done anything yet since she’s back. Just little kisses here and there and a lot of cuddling. Dean’s quite okay with that but it’s fucking hard to really stay away and he anticipates the day the cast will be off because maybe then she’ll be in the mood. He waited one year, what’s a couple of weeks longer, really. He just knows that it’ll be worth it and besides, he enjoys the thing they have as it is. It’s not just about sex, he once told Sam, and it’s still true.
She opens her eyes when Dean takes another spoonful. “What are you? Oh my god I want ice cream!” She sits up, and moves closer, pushing her head through his arm that’s holding the container, so she basically headlocks herself. 
“What? I just told you to open your mouth but you didn’t want to.”
“Please?”
“Yeah, beg for it.” Dean smirks, digs into the container, scoops up a spoonful.
She pouts then and it’s not fair that it still manages to make him weak. He feeds her the ice cream and she smirks around the spoon.
They’re sitting and eating together when she suddenly asks, “Can I ask you something? I need advice from a friend.”
He smiles because he likes that. “Sure.”
“So, you remember my ex-boyfriend?” She starts and the mention of the word ex hits him.
“Yeah, faintly.” He plays along.
“Yeah, do you think if I would try to get together with him again it would work out?”
Dean’s heart is racing stupidly fast. “I don’t know. Do you wanna?”
“I kind of do.”
“Does he want to?”
“I think so. He’s been taking care of me since my accident.”
Dean takes a spoonful of ice cream, an attempt to cool down his face. “Do you still love him?”
“I do.” It comes out fast. She didn’t even have to think about it. 
Okay, now his heart is doing the weird flip thing.
And then she adds, “I just don’t know if he still loves me like he used to. Or if he’ll be able to love me like that again. He’s been a great friend the last couple of weeks, though. I just don’t really know where we stand yet. I wanna try it again. Maybe if we try we could make it work? Taking one day at a time?”
Dean sets the ice cream down, pulls her against his chest, he’s sure she can feel how fast his heart is beating but he doesn’t even care. 
He kisses the top of her head, “Baby, I never stopped loving you. I would love you in any shape, any form, with any past and present, never doubt that.”
It’s the first time he dares to say baby in front of her so she’d hear it, didn’t feel like it’s his place when they still haven’t figured out what’s next. But being able to say it again feels good. It actually feels great. Like it’s a word only fitting for her, apart from his car, obviously.
She cries into his chest, and it’s good, apart from the crying of course. It’s good to feel her close again. It’s good to be able to work towards what they were. It’s good to work towards what they will be.
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Hi everyone, this is my first fic. I was inspired by a conversation @seagullmichael and @agentbeyonceofthelord had a while ago about an hypothetical meeting between Kevin and Alex in supernatural. I wrote my version of this meeting: in my mind Dean saved Kevin from Gadreel and he sent him to Jody, so he could be safe. Everything is fine until Jody comes back from a hunt with Alex...
Hope you'll like it!!
First Meeting
Kevin x Alex (not really a pairing)
Warnings: none
Jody parked the car in the driveway and looked at her right. Alex was sleeping quietly. Some days had passed since Jody and the Winchester had saved her and the effects from vampire blood were gone. They didn’t know what was going to happen in the future, but Jody would do anything to help her move on. She knew Alex wouldn’t forget the year passed as bait for her “family”, but with time she would have been better.
“Wake up Alex” – said Jody, gently touching the girl – “we’re here”. Alex stretched, opened her eyes and smiled to Jody. Then she slowly exited the car. Jody opened the door and they both stepped inside the house. It was a welcoming place: a dining table in front of the open kitchen and a big couch in front of the tv. At the end of the room, Alex saw the stairs and thought the bedrooms were upstairs.
“Make yourself comfortable, I’ll set your room” – and Jody disappeared upstairs. Alex observed the room for a while, then she decided to take some steps inside the house. She put her bag next to the couch and she walked over the table. There were many papers scattered on it: on some sheets there were written nonsense sentences, on others there were drawn symbols she had never seen before. Then she remembered: Jody told her there was another person in the house, a prophet friend of the Winchester who almost died and was brought there for safety. She didn’t remember his name though. She wasn’t happy to live with another person: she had met Jody and she knew she could trust her, but she didn’t know anything about the prophet. Was he also a hunter? How did he become a prophet? What did he look like? If he had known her story, would he judge her and treat her differently?
"The room is ready” – said Jody, distracting the young woman from her thoughts – “come, I’ll show you. You’ll meet Kevin tomorrow”. Alex’s bedroom was simple: a bed in a corner of the room, a big wardrobe and a desk with a chair.
“If you need anything, I’ll be in the next room”
“Thank you, Jody. Goodnight” – said Alex. Jody smiled and she closed the door. Alex was too tired to continue to think about the prophet and what would happen the next day, so she went to bed and fell asleep immediately. It wasn’t a peaceful sleep: nightmares haunted her all night and, when she finally woke up, she was completely sweaty. She sat for a few minutes catching her breath and, when she felt ready, she stood up. She decides to go in the kitchen to eat something and, as she walked towards the stairs, she didn’t notice that the door to the other guest’s bedroom was open. When she arrived in the kitchen, she found someone with their back to her preparing something on the counter. Before she could say anything, the person spoke: “Good morning” – they said turning around and Alex could see that it was a guy about her age – “I heard you had some nightmares last night. I prepared you a calming tea, it usually helps”
“Usually?” – Alex asked without even realizing it
“Sometimes nightmares win” – the guy said with a bitter smile – “my name is Kevin by the way”
“Alex. Where’s Jody?”
“She went to work, she’ll be back in the afternoon. Do you need something in particular?”
“Right now I need food”. Kevin laughed quietly and started to prepare the table for both. When it was ready, they started eating and, while Kevin focused on the papers of the night before, Alex observed him. She found it strange that he hadn’t asked her anything personal, nothing about why she was there. Kevin realized he was observed and, after a couple of minutes, he spoke: “Are you trying to understand what I’m writing?”
“I tried to do that last night without success. Are you really a prophet?”
“Unfortunately, yes”
“Is it that bad?” – Alex asked curiously
“Well, if you think that an angel tried to kill me because I might be in the way… yes, it is that bad”
“Yep and they’re dicks too. Except one, Cas is good” – Kevin answered. Then a doubt formed in his mind – “Wait, how much do you know about the supernatural?”
“Angels are real?” – Alex asked shocked, ignoring the “kill me” part
She stiffened. She didn’t want to reveal too much about herself to a stranger. “I know there are a few supernatural creatures”. Kevin seemed satisfied with the answer and he went back to work. After a few minutes, Alex spoke again: “Don’t you ask me anything else?”
“What?”
“Don’t you want to know why I’m here or what I’ve done?”
“Well, I’m a little curious but we just met so I don’t think you want to tell me anything” – Kevin answered sincerely
“Jody didn’t tell you anything?”
“She said you almost died, but they managed to save you and that you didn’t have anywhere to go. That’s why you’re here”
“And you have no problems knowing nothing?” – Alex asked nervously. Kevin looked at her for a moment in silence: he didn’t know what had happened to her, both Jody and the Winchester brothers had been very vague, and they didn’t reveal anything. He didn’t care much, he trusted them and didn’t want to meddle in other people’s business. But now Alex was asking all those questions and he started to wonder what had happened. He finally said: “I have no problems not knowing. I’m curious, I already said that, but from how you’re asking me these questions I understand that you don’t want to talk about it, and I will not force you. If it can help you to feel better, I can promise you that when and if you want to tell me about it, I will not judge you”
“Would you really do that for a stranger?” – Alex asked shocked – “you don’t even know if you can trust me”
“If Jody brought you here, it means that you deserve trust. So yes, I would do that for a stranger”
Alex smiled. She was glad she was wrong about Kevin and she began to think that maybe she would like to live there. And she thought that maybe she could open up to him and reveal everything to him: he wouldn’t judge her as he promised, and they would become friends too. But it wasn’t the right time, not yet.
Tags: @thewaywardgryffindor @two-minutes-please @spnendgame @oceansmyplace @archangelsgabriel @bill-brain-is-empty @he-died-on-a-fucking-thursday
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Fallen Idols: Part Three
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Word Count: 1,721
Warnings: typical supernatural violence, language, angst, blood, you know the usual
Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. Any and all comments on these are appreciated. I really want to hear what you guys think about this one!
Feedback is the glue that holds my writing together.
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If being at this place during the day was creepy enough, at night was a total nightmare. The figures seemed to be bigger than they were, and you could have sworn you saw Gandhi blink when you passed by him. Sam went to go fetch a metal trashcan to burn the items while Dean picked Lincoln’s top hat off the figure and placed it on his own head.
“Check it out,” he grinned before lowering his voice to imitate the president. “Four score and seven years ago, I had a funny hat.”
“Dean,” Sam sighed as he held out his hand for the hat.
“We can't have any fun with this?” he scoffed before tossing the hat in the trash can.
“Let's just torch the objects, torch the ghosts, get outta here. Okay?”
“I'll go grab East of Eden's keychain,” Dean smiled before leaving the room through big double doors.
“Better go with him in case he tries to mess around,” you said as you patted Sam’s shoulder before you left. “Dean?”
“Over here,” he grinned as he stared at the replica of Little Bastard with James Dean next to it. He had the keychain in his hand, but he was staring at the wax figure.
“Don’t these creep you out?”
“You’re creeped out? This is awesome,” he chuckled.
“Come on, Sam is waiting for us,” you shook your head. 
Leaving his side, you were about to go back into the other room when the double doors slammed and locked on their own. Quickly glancing back at Dean, you rushed over to the doors and tried to open them.
“Dean? Y/N!” Sam exclaimed as he tried to open the doors. They wouldn’t budge for him and they wouldn’t budge for you either.
“Sam!” you yelled as you rammed your shoulder against the doors to see if that technique would work.
“You’re going to dislocate your shoulder before getting those doors open,” Dean said as he tried to pick the lock.
“No time. Move,” you instructed before blue magic shot from your hands like blue flames. Placing your hands on the door, you gave it a hard shove and they opened with ease.
“Next time start with that,” Dean commented as he rushed inside. Where the Gandhi figure was, Sam and a real-life Gandhi were on the floor with Gandhi’s arms around his neck.
“Is that Gandhi?” Dean gasped. “Dude, he's squirrelly.”
“Get the—” Gandhi elbowed Sam in the chest, momentarily winding him.
“Glasses!” you exclaimed as you snatched the glasses from the figure and tossed it into the trashcan while Dean poured salt and lighter fluid in it. 
As soon as he dropped the lighter in it, Gandhi disappeared in a black poof. Frowning, you rushed over to Sam to help him up.
“You couldn't have been a fan of someone cool?” Dean scoffed as his brother stared at him with his eyes narrowed. “Really? Gandhi?”
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Since technically you torched the items, then you should be clear to leave town, but there has been something that was bugging you about the whole thing. Ghosts go up in flames and screams when they get torched, but not this one. This one just… vanished.
“Ready to blow this joint?” Dean asked his brother and his girlfriend.
“Dean, didn't it strike you as strange the way Gandhi just... vanished?” you asked as Sam came out of the bathroom with a frown on his face.
“Strange how?”
“No screaming, no big flame-out, I mean, that isn't the way ghosts usually go,” Sam answered for you.
“Still, I torched, he vanished.”
“I feel like he was...trying to take a bite out of me.”
“A bite?” you asked.
“Yeah, like he was hungry. But the thing is, Gandhi—the real Gandhi—he was a fruitarian.”
“Let me get this straight,” Dean laughed. “Your, uh, ultimate hero was not only a short man in diapers, but he was also a fruitarian?”
“That's not the point.”
“That is good. That is—even for you, that is good.”
“Look, I'm just saying, I'm not so sure this thing is over.”
“It was a ghost. It was a weirdly super-charged fruitarian ghost, but it was still a ghost. Now let's go,” Dean said as he picked up his bag.
“So first you drag me into town, and now you're dragging me back out.”
“You ain't steering this boat. Let's go, chop chop.”
“You know, this isn't gonna work,” Sam sighed as he set his toiletries bag down.
“What isn't?”
“Us. You, me, Y/N, together, I—I thought it could, but it can't.”
“You're the one that wanted back in, chief.”
“And you're the one who called me back in.”
“I still think we got some trust building to do,” Dean said while you silently packed your bag.
“How long am I gonna be on double-secret probation?”
“Till I say so.”
“Look. I know what I did and what I've done. I am trying to climb out of that hole, I am, but you're not making it any easier.”
“So, what am I supposed to do, just let you off the hook?”
“No. You can think whatever you want. I deserve it, and worse. Hell, you'll never punish me as much as I'm punishing myself, but the point is, if we're gonna be a team—you, Y/N, and I—it has to be a two-way street.”
“So, we just go back to the way we were before?”
“It didn’t really work that way before,” you sighed as you added your input.
“What does that mean?”
“How do you think we got here?” Sam asked. “One of the reasons I went off with Ruby... was to get away from you. It made me feel strong. Like I wasn't yours or Y/N’s kid brother.”
“Are you saying this is our fault?” Dean scoffed.
“No, it's my fault. All I'm saying is that, if we're gonna do this, we have to do it different, we can't just fall into the same rut.”
“What do you want us to do?” you asked as you joined Dean’s side and faced Sam.
“You two are gonna have to let me grow up, for starters.” Dean’s phone rang which cut the tension like a knife, and Dean answered it even if he wasn’t in the mood.
“Yeah?” he looked at you and Sam before looking away. “Yeah, yeah, okay.”
“What is it?” you asked once he hung up.
“I guess you two were right about this not being over.”
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The Sheriff called Dean when another group came to report a missing person in the same way that Cal or even William was reported. Walking into the station, you immediately went over to Rick who seemed at a loss for words.
“Sheriff Carnegie? What happened?”
“I don’t know,” he stuttered with a shake of his head. He indicated to an interview room where two young women were sitting and crying. Frowning, you walked over to the room with the brothers before entering it.
“Excuse me, ladies. We’re with the FBI. Can you tell us what happened?” you asked in a nice voice.
“It was horrible!”
“Way horrible.”
“What was?” Sam asked.
“I thought she'd be nice!” the first girl gasped.
“I still can't believe it.”
“Believe what?” Dean asked.
“She took Danielle!” the first girl exclaimed.
“Ladies take a deep breath and just tell us who took your friend. You’re safe in here,” you tried the soothing tone of voice for their sake.
“It was... Paris Hilton.”
“I’m sorry, what?” Sam gasped.
“Where did… Paris… take your friend?” you wondered.
“We don’t know. They just vanished!”
“Would you excuse us for just a minute?” Dean chuckled as he took you and Sam out of the room
“Paris Hilton's not dead as far as we know, right?”
“No, she isn’t. Which means it’s not a ghost. Either she’s a homicidal maniac or we missed something completely,” you sighed.
“What do you want to do?”
“I think we need to check out the victims.”
“Not it,” Dean said quickly before putting his finger on his nose. “Have fun with that.”
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“Did you find anything in there?” you asked as Sam looked through Cal’s file.
“There was a substance in his stomach that they didn’t remove.”
“Are you going to go digging, or am I?” you asked as you snapped on some white latex gloves with a smile.
“Ladies first…?”
“Wimp,” you smirked as you grabbed the scalpel. Taking a deep breath, you started to cut the man’s chest so you could go digging for gold. “Don’t take Dean so seriously.”
“What?”
“He’s just… overwhelmed, I guess. Zachariah sent me and Dean five years into the future, and we saw some pretty terrible things. Just don’t say yes to Lucifer, okay? Whatever you do, don’t say yes,” you whispered as you stuck your hand inside his chest before feeling your way around.
“You find anything?”
“Yeah, actually,” you frowned before grasping the two small hard objects. Pulling them out, you stared at the seeds that were in his stomach. “Are these seeds? And there should have been a lot more blood here.”
“I think we need to check out William,” Sam declared.
“Alright, but it’s your turn to go into the deep, dark, abyss,” you smirked. After Sam had checked William out and found the same exact seed in his stomach, you two quickly bagged the items and left the place to meet Dean who was waiting outside.
“I can't believe we missed it,” Sam sighed.
“Missed what?” Dean asked as he stood up and started to head back to the Impala.
“We went back over the other two vics. There was blood loss. Major. More blood loss than a car crash or a GSW should cause.”
“It’s like something is feeding,” you finished.
“And then,” Sam took out the baggie with the seeds in it, “there were these.”
“What are those, seeds?”
“Yeah. They were in both vics' bellies.”
“I hope you two washed your hands,” Dean shuddered.
“They're unlike any seed I've ever seen before, Dean.”
“Wow, just when I thought you couldn't get any geekier,” he chuckled before walking to the driver’s side of the car. Patting Sam on the shoulder, you got in the back so that more research could be done at the motel.
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Episode: Back and to the Future
I get why, thematically, they chose that song for the previouslies that kick off the final season. However, from my perspective I just do not think it actually works at all.  It is far too sedate for the action it’s recapping and the scene it cuts into.  The juxtaposition of such different paces is just ... odd.
I guess I'm supposed to feel all sad and shit from the lingering shots of dead!Jack's burned out eye holes?  Maybe if he'd had a personality other than being an amorphous shifting blob of unbelievable power and permanent intellectual infancy I was supposed to care about because of the number of times they had the other characters say he was their son/family/awesome.  As is?  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
I wish I could say I was surprised that the veritable army of animate corpses making a beeline for the Winchesters and Cas just … somehow … let them escape and run away.  I'd have been a lot more surprised if the writers had actually bothered to do the work to get the characters out of the corner the last finale put them into, at this point.  Then there's the bit where the writers shove some nonsense into Dean's mouth to try and make it seem like this whole thing with Chuck isn't a sudden random asspull to go for the most absurdly overpowered villain they could think of for the last season.  Totally believable, oh yeah.
Although the idea of a sewer running through a graveyard including right to the wall of a crypt does not exactly seem likely to me, I do actually give the writers points for having that not actually work as an escape route.  Also awarding some points for them remembering that as an angel, Castiel should be able to see demons.
As other people have already pointed out, considering what he did to the Novak family and how haphazardly he handled Claire, especially?  Him bitching about any other creature defiling somebody's corpse is pretty fucking hilarious.  Though I'd possibly be more sympathetic if demon!Jack didn't already show a 500% more interesting personality in thirty seconds than actual!Jack did in two seasons.  So far as I’ve been concerned, the only think Jack has really had going for him is Alex, so Alex as a different character, even a demon, I’m calling a win.
I honestly do not get the decision of trying garner fan nostalgia by bringing back ghosts from previous seasons if they're just going to arbitrarily make them kill anyone at random for kicks.  Would it have been that hard to have shown “Bloody Mary” killing one person who might have had a secret where someone died?  Because I could buy it for one of those teen girls, but not both.  Or limiting the “Woman in White” to attacking men along highways who might possibly be unfaithful?  Maybe we're supposed to believe that they're all just so pissed off at having spent all that time in hell that they have completely lost touch with what originally tied them to earth and drove them to kill in the first place?  I don't mind them no longer being tied to a physical location since they were banished and unnaturally returned, but to be so disconnected to what drove them to become angry spirits seems much more intrinsic to who and what they were.  I guess even the ghosts lose their personalities to become cardboard in the hands of Dabbernatural.  
Oh, look, mysteriously, big G God's tantrum opening up hell is not actually big enough to impact the whole planet – or even, you know, more than the literal next town over.  This is my surprised face.
Then we get to the bit where the Winchesters find an abandoned car with a bloody mess inside and are all, “Look at this Woman in White kill!  Obviously it was a Woman in White!  Totally the specific one we sent to hell!  Because … car!  And, uh, blood!  And, oh, because the fucking script says so.” REASONS, YO.
Aren't all garage doors required to have an emergency pull for if the power goes out?  Obviously the script required the pair of VotW end up stuck hiding in the garage, which, uh, a ghost can't find people hiding now?  Did I miss something in there that explained that silly convenience that makes the ghost even less spooky in an episode that really really fails on that count even more later on?
I guess maybe I should be happy that it's Castiel that gets hit with the dumb characterization stick to necessitate Sam & Dean not work together to clear out the town? Look, at this point, considering the way the writers have had him act as a constant disaster zone of idiotic choices and betrayals for several seasons now, my ability to sympathize with Cas is a wee bit limited.  To have him now sulk like a toddler and refuse to work with the demon to help the Winchesters save an entire town full of people and prevent the spread of angry hell ghosts to the world beyond that? Because oh noes it's wearing Jack's face and he was just sooooo attached?  Even though all of them supposedly thought of Jack as their kid?  He doesn't even try to offer up alternatives to working with the demon with the very convenient solution, just whines about it? 
So basically this billions of years old angel somehow has less fucking practicality than the Winchesters (despite how easily he killed the shit out of his fellow angels when it suited his plans).  Not to mention that by refusing, he's saddling Dean with having to work with demon!Jack. The human guy who was just recently convinced he had to kill Jack for the good of the world after Jack killed his mother, only to have a change of heart when he saw Jack’s understanding, only for Jack to end up killed anyway – you know, emotions a hell of a lot more conflicted about their supposed kid's than Castiel's?  Castiel is just fine with that!  What a self-centered dick.
I liked Dean's conversation with Rowena on the phone and his response to her presumable demand to ask more nicely.  I laughed at Sam accidentally shooting Cas and Cas' resultant reaction.  I thought it was curious that they had the demon bring up Dean's time as a torturer in hell, though I'd be pleasantly surprised if it was anything but a way to segue into the Cage getting opened.  One utterly wasted Michael storyline is apparently not enough for Dabb!  Maybe it's just supposed to be some kind of weird demon idea of flattery, but I did find their interactions interesting.  I would be intrigued by the weird flashes when Cas was trying to heal Sam (Another angel power that actually works for once?  Wow!) … if Dabb hadn't already yammered on about what it means in an interview.  That dude is absolutely allergic to leaving any kind of major storyline an open mystery or letting it retain any intrigue for fans to speculate about.  I was not impressed with Sam getting damsel-ed to be saved by Castiel at least twice.  Come on, show.
As I speculated before and said above, I’m fine with the Chuckified nature of their release meaning some rules don’t apply.  I could maybe even understand the thought process that them being out in the daytime, without being limited to darkness, was scarier? I just wish anyone behind the camera was awake enough to actually look at the aesthetics of what they did here and realize that no, it's really really not.  The whole thing just looked so embarrassingly mediocre - pantomime actors in bad bargain basement costumes silly.  I think it was @hippychick006 that suggested gifs of the whole end portion looked like they should be set to Yackety Sax?  The context of the episode does not in any way negate that. Just … wow.  Like with the wire fight, I am flabbergasted that this made it to air without somebody finding the brakes.
I'm not sure if the writers actually made a failed reference by having the Woman in White say Dean was the one who took her home when it was Sam, or if they meant to imply he and Sam together had been there/responsible and Dean was the one she was addressing.  Regardless, I'm not impressed with how all the ghosts Sam & Cas were being confronted by just … stood there to be shot one by one for a while.  And then … ran … literally ran … chasing them down the street instead of doing the whole ghost teleport thing.  There are way, way too many times in this episode where the guys get away or win a fight because reasons and there is absolutely no tension in that.  Even if it didn't also look ridiculous.  Dean’s part of the confrontation was a little less absurd in that respect, at least.  And the spell effects actually looked reasonably cool.
I'm a little annoyed at myself that the obligatory brother scene at the end of the episode kind of works on me.  Though I’m not particularly impressed with Sam's conclusion that God is totally going to leave them alone now.  Sure, Chuck has a long habit of leaving when he's bored, but he isn't leaving this world because he's bored.  You guys actively pissed him off!  Yet Sam treats it like a foregone conclusion Chuck will have buggered off instead of sticking around to watch his previously favorite but now uncooperative toys suffer and die first. Though I'm not sure if that's a writer issue, actually, or just a legit choice I don’t care for.  I could see Sam insisting on trying to sell a potential positive side with no room for doubt with as fatalistic as Dean is being.  I could also see it just being one of those things Sam convinces himself must be true because he's reasoned it out in his head and refuses to consider alternatives may exist.  Like how he was so convinced it could only be God planting visions in his head back in season 11.  Still, I like the callback and I can even see why Dean is the most immediately cynical and pissed off, so hey!  There was actually one whole entire scene I enjoyed in there!
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title: Arranged to keep her safe
pairing: Ketch x Sister!Reader
kink square filled: Accent Kink
dark square filled: Ketch
heaven & Hell square filled: the colt
ABO square filled: arranged marriage
Rating: 18+
tags: Alpha claiming omega, Presenting as both Alpha and omega, fighting, vaginal penetration (like in the last few paragraphs), flirtation, making out, blood, sibling training
word count: 9,777
Created for @spndarkbingo  @spnkinkbingo @heavenandhellbingo @spnabobingo
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hunting for any reason at all is something you have always wanted to do… but your brothers Sam & Dean Winchester weren’t going to let you…
they instead were gonna honor your parents wishes & raise you to be normal… this meant no hunting for you, but you knew something was up one day when your brothers arrived back at the bunker with another man.
it wasn’t Cas or anyone you knew, it was someone new… someone who looked like he was striking a deal of sorts with your brothers.
Dean came over to you while Sam stayed talking with the mysterious guest. 
Dean: “come sis, let’s go for a walk.” 
You never turned down the chance to take a walk with your older brother. Dean as always takes your arm & leads you out of the bunker, both of you walking down the same long dirt road you often walked down. 
Dean: “I’m guessing you have questions about the hush hush visitor.” 
You nodded. Very unsure if you wanted to hear your brother’s answers. 
YN: “who is he first of all?” 
Dean: “his name is Arthur Ketch.. Look sis, Sammy and I have kept you out of as much of the danger as possible. But in their wills they said if Sam and I ever had to Bayer a deal, we were to use you as a bargaining chip. Well that had happened for we have arranged for you to marry Ketch… ” 
YN (yelling): “so what I don’t even have a say… I don’t get the chance to decide my own future… Yet you & Sam get to decide my future for me… In what universe did you think I would ever be okay with this…”
 Dean was a little shocked, he had never heard you raise your voice at him like ever… That kinda hurt him, but how else was he expecting you to react after all he just dropped bomb central on you. 
Dean: “YN look I know your upset, but please understand that this is a good thing especially with the danger Sam & I are heading into… I wanted to be the one to tell you about this kiddo cause i knew that Sam could finish this deal in propriety while I somehow convinced you that this marriage is a good thing.“ 
You were pacing, you had no idea what the hell was happening, your brothers were auctioning your life, your future. 
 YN: “what could possibly be so important that you and Sam would gamble my future away?" 
 Dean: "the colt!" 
You had heard the legends of this magnificent gun that could kill pretty much anything… You even got to see it in action once… 
 Yn: "are you sure it’s the same colt that Bella took & sold?" 
 Dean: "yep cause ketch showed it to us, the second we said we would make him an offer he couldn’t possibly refuse, you were that offer… we need to get the colt back, there is danger brewing sis, for what we fear is coming you cannot be here… you cannot witness whats about to happen. do not fight us on this… you can get to know him first but your getting married to him before he has to bring you back to his home. if there had been another bargaining option we would have done so… look let me make it up to you. ill take you on your first hunt as my way of an apology…what do you feel like sis, Ghost, poltergeist or vamps?”
YN: “thats okay bro, i like the sound of going on my first hunt but i say why not all 3, are they all roughly in the same area… but where is he from?”
Dean: “ketch is british… yes yes they are, about 5-10 minutes from eachother. all along the road to come back here. but sis, if we go on this string of hunts you must understand that if you start feeling weird like your body starts converging or starts to feel really really warm all of the sudden, tell me immediately.”
You looked really confusingly at your brother, but agreed none the less. then your mind went into the thoughts of omg, me married, thats a scary thought… 
YN: “what about your honoring mom and dads wishes?”
Dean: “well im sure they will be just as proud of how much we have trained and protected you all the same. but Sam and i want to see you wed incase trouble strikes sooner than expected.”
YN: “isnt Ketch apart of the British Men of Letters?”
 Dean: “yes he is…”
YN: “didnt they try to kill you guys?”
Dean: “that was a precaution according to them… they didnt know whether we were friend or foe…”
Your eyes went wondering what the british men of letters would think of you… not that you know they would be able to do anything, i mean by the time you get back you and Ketch technically would already be married.
YN: “do you think Ketch would want to join me for a run into town? i need a few things and i figure you guys want a beer & liquor stalk..”
Dean: “does this mean you are ready to meet him?”
you nod… nervous feelings building in your stomach but you dismissed them.
Dean: “okay i know your probably nervous as hell right now but chill. Ketch would be a fool not to fall instantly for you…”
you took a few breaths as you and Dean re-entered the bunker, Dean freely goes down the stairs, you peak over the railing as Dean calls…
Dean: “we are back…”
Sam and another man who you presumed was Ketch came out of the study and the first glance you got of Ketch practically knocked you off your feet… when Dean turned around to introduce you he noticed you werent behind him, so he figured your nerves were getting the better of you…
Dean: “come on down YN, there is someone down here who is anxious to meet you…”
you nervously went back up the stairs and stood up descending the staircase, you could feel the eyes of your brothers and one longing gaze from the man who was to be your husband.
Ketch made his way to the bottom of the staircase, to recieve your hand in his own and to plant a kiss to the back of your hand.
Arthur: “YN, you are even more radiant than your brothers described. my name is Ketch, Arthur Ketch.”
YN: “My dear brother had said you were dashing, he didnt say you were moi caliente.”
this made Arthur laugh as he helped you the rest of the way down the stairs. 
your brothers were seeing the way you and Ketch were looking at eachother, you and Arthur went to sit in the study, you went on your laptop and placed orders for your hunting clothing a couple other items and then Arthur had you help pick out the engagement/wedding bands. 
with everything ordered, you turned to Dean to bat your eye lashes…
Dean: “let me guess you want to stay here kiddo?”
YN: “ill call tim and tell him to have the usual order ready and if your worried about getting girl coodies all over baby, then take my jag… i mean ill let you drive it just this once Dean… but you break it you repair it, do you hear me…”
Dean: “of course… come on Sam, your coming with me to help me carry this shit..”
neither sam nor dean said much of a goodbye after you said they could take the jag… you and arthur just laughed at how fast they ran out of there. this left you and arthur alone in the bunker. 
you eventually got up to pour you and Arthur some drinks, his gaze not leaving your body. like he was mentally undressing you or something. 
YN: “see something you like?”
Arthur: “just enjoying the delicious view that is you…”
YN: “well that is something i certainly can easily get used to hearing.”
you brought the drinks to where you guys were sitting and pulled out your phone calling tim…
Tim: “YN hows it going girl?”
YN: “exceptional as always, man my brothers are doing the town run today… they are doing my bidding for once… can u have the usual order ready? i dont know how long till they get there… they have to stop at a few places for me first…”
Tim: “of course i will have that ready. see ya round chica.”
you hung up the phone and felt Arthur’s arm around your waist… this sent your body into a hotter state… Arthur smelled this right away.
Arthur: “i love that heated scent you are giving off…”
YN: “your accent is turning me on and i am getting another heated burst…”
Arthur: “do you get these heat bursts often?”
YN: “only around the full moon. but this time seems worse…”
Arthur: “your presenting… how much do you know about the history of hunters?”
YN: “my brothers have mostly kept me out of that loop… why what do you mean i’m presenting.?.”
Arthur: “YN just try to cool down… you need to keep your temp at a decent temperature like keep calm dont let your emotions go out of control.”
YN: “why whats happening to me?”
Arthur: “just do what i say… lets distract you… wanna show me this fabulous garage you guys have?”
you get up but a hand reaching for yours startles you slightly but feels normal as you both walk to the garage… you open the door and walk inside. you walk around and lean against the impala as Arthur looks around. 
Arthur: “and all these belong to you and your brothers.?.”
YN: “yep… its a family business find beaten down cars get them, sell them or keep them… spare cars… in hunting its needed or so my brothers say.”
Arthur: “you look sexy leaning against the impala like that…”
Arthur had removed his blazer and now stood in front of you… 
Arthur: “i saw that look back at the computer. do you want to talk about it?”
YN: “i saw the look on your face with those totals. i would understand if you want to yell at me… but know its gonna go a long way…”
Arthur in that moment answered the only way that he deemed logical… pressing himself against you as he held your waist planting a kiss to your lips… this was unexpected, this was also your first kiss… 
YN: “i think this conversation is better left for somewhere a little more comfortable…”
Arthur: “i dont know im pretty comfy right here…”
you had no complaints the next hour and a half were spent making out while having you sit on the hood of the impala… your heat bursts became more frequent as time passed. 
Arthur: “are you alright love? your burning up…”
YN: “make it stop… make the burning stop…”
Arthur: “your brothers are gonna walk in at any minute… but i can do this…”
Arthur in that moment pulls back from you and removes his shirt, the cooling sensation of his skin against yours made your heat bursts slow drastically.
Arthur: “im an alpha as such i have a right to wait till you present fully to claim you… to make my mark on you, to claim you as my own. your brothers are alphas as well, they have been massively protective of you, but thats their nature. thats how this works. your scent is all over the place i cant tell what you are presenting as but if your heat is this bad i would think maybe an alpha…”
you and arthur went back to making out, the sound of tires approaching on the dirt road, the purr of the sweet engine, you knew that was your jag, thats when it happened. 
you pulled back as Arthur backed away you turned to look at yourself in the mirror of the impala. you then let out a earth shattering scream, as your brothers pulled up into the garage upon the sight of you screaming. they got out of the jag and went to Arthur…
Dean: “whats happening?”
Arthur: “she’s presenting… did you guys not tell her about any of this?”
Dean: “no we didnt per to our parent’s wishes.”
Arthur: “well i couldnt tell from her scent what she is, but i guess we are about to find out…”
at that moment you let out a roar, it shook the entire compound. Dean, Sam and Arthur were all ready incase your instincts decided to turn you animal…
thats when you turned to look at everyone, your eyes flashed immediately from gold to red to kind of a blood gold. the words you heard after that went something like this…
Sam: “thats impossible…”
Dean: “arthur you need to be ready buddy, i dont know how she is entirely gonna be right now…”
Arthur: “she is the first hunter ever to present as both Alpha and Omega… lets see what i can do…”
Arthur took everything that could possibly scare you out of his pockets and off his person, then he made his slow approach to you…
Arthur: “YN, take it easy babe… lets try something.. nod if you can hear me and recognize who i am..”
you nod watching his blurry figure coming closer.
Arthur: “babe, nod if i can approach you fully…”
you nod again kind of un tensing at the soft touch of his hands on your forearms. Arthur came round behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. he then brushed your hair away from your neck and shoulder. 
the next thing you hear is a growl from behind you, your eyes went wide at hearing this… it was like your entire body was no longer responding for its own, but instead to Arthur and his movements.
Arthur let out a loud shattering roar before sinking his fangs into your shoulder… this made you let out a moaning roar.. your brothers eyes went wide as they watched Arthur claim you… 
blood was dripping down your back and front, as well as down Arthurs chest. with each drop that hit the ground this made your brothers growl lowly… but nothing compared to how you would be feeling after this little session. 
After 5 minutes Arthur removed his fangs from you, he then spun you round to face him… the familiarity of his features was almost like a ray of sunshine. suddenly your eye sight became un blurred, it was also the fact that now you were seeing clearly that your eyes first saw the blood.
YN: “whose blood is that, ugh why do i feel weird, what happened…”
Arthur: “what do you remember?”
YN: “nothing, will someone explain while i go get towels so Arthur and i can get cleaned up…”
your brothers made sure the jag was in the garage and that the outside door to the garage was closed, before following to continue explaining to you what you couldnt remember.
Dean: “we got home to find you screaming into the impala side mirror, when we asked Arthur about it he said you were presenting and that he didnt know what you would be presenting as. then we saw your eyes… they will be that blood gold for a while, but the bloodlust and the other alphaic traits were subsided when Arthur claimed you thats why there was so much blood. look YN we are so sorry we didnt tell you about any of this but we are the best hunters around for a reason. our senses are heightened thats why hunting comes so easy to us. thats why its gonna be easy for you as well.. in fact i declare a family hunting trip. Ketch that includes you, your apart of this family now. so every gear up and do what you need to do, we leave at sunset… the poltergeist in the asylum is the first stop.”
You smiled at the thought of getting to hunt. This was what you had been training for. This is what you we’re waiting for. Your mind then turned to the thought of all the blood, you zoned out you could feel the blood calling to you. 
It wasn’t till you heard your name being called in 3 different vocal tones that you snapped out of it. 
YN: "sorry guys I must have zoned out… It was weird I could hear the blood calling to me, it wanted me to drain the source. I am unsure if I like how this is going. But if everyone here is willing to show me the ropes before we leave for this hunt and how to control the bloodlust then I’ll still go on this hunt as long as everyone feels like i can control my bloodlust and abilities perfectly.”
Arthur: “dont worry babe once we get cleaned up, we will all go over to the training center and we will teach you everything you need to know.”
you finish wiping off all the blood and then you walk to your room, going inside you close your door then taking off your bloody clothes you threw them in the laundry… 
you then picked up your phone and called Dean… 
Dean: “whats wrong sis?”
YN: “can you bring me my stuff from the jag so i can pack…”
your brother, your brother sure he was a giant pain in the ass, but he was the only person you trusted to bring you the stuff and not hesitate to walk in… he has seen you worse…
Dean however walks in several moments later as your at your mirror desk half robed looking at the bite mark…
YN: “will it ever go away?”
Dean: “it will just look like you got in a fight with something and won… honestly are you okay?”
YN: “honestly, i’m not sure… i mean physically except for the pain of having been bitten im fine but mentally there is something in there and its fighting me… Dean im scared, i dont want to hurt anyone. i would rather die than hurt anyone…”
Dean: “hey, theres no need for that kind of talk… look Ketch no matter how much of an ass he is, he loves you alot… he loved you enough to claim you… thats a huge deal… something Sam and i never could achieve… but your probably the most badass out of all of us, your half alpha and half omega… that makes you the strongest… now throw on your normal workout clothes and come along sis Arthur and Sam are waiting in the training center. now that you have presented we wont go easy on you..”
you turned to fully look at your brother… 
YN: “you mean you and Sam were going easy on me… does that mean when i beat you, you werent using your full strength…”
Dean: “now now sis, i knew you would react this way just take it easy…”
YN: “take it EASY… i feel like a fool… here i thought i was so strong to beat both of my brothers… geez Dean how much were you holding back…”
Dean: “i was only using 30% of my strength… over the years i gradually increased it… start soft work our way up, with each level passed we increased how much we were exerting… but now that you have presented we dont have to hold back anymore… we are gonna use our full 100% strength and its gonna be 10x harder to take us all down… we all have something to teach you: we talked it over Arthur will teach you how to control your anger, so when in public your eyes are normal color… Sam will work on your agility how to use your speed 10x the normal rate you would go… i will teach you how to tone up your strength so you dont hurt anyone normal when hugging them or shaking their hands. then we will all fight you in a fighters circle type thing. it is one of those mass exercises that are especially helpful in these types of situations…”
You finished getting into your workout gear, and glared at your brother, flashing your eyes quickly from gold to red letting off a low growl.
YN: “your gonna pay for taking it easy on me all these years… both you and sam are gonna be eating training mat…”
Those words made Dean cringe, hearing them come out of your mouth made them worse than necessary… you stalked your way out of your room, down the hallway, going left at the fork and then entering the room, you removed your sandals and charged at Sam whose back was facing you… you then pulled a natasha romanov… 
You wrapped your ankles round his neck and flipped him to the ground… 
YN: “thats for taking things easy on me bro… oh yeah Dean told me about that, lets just say im not happy about…”
Sam: “well i can tell that your not happy, but why flip me to the ground and how the hell did i not see this coming…”
YN: “what was it you told me… never turn your back on your opponant…”
You were aware at that moment of your other brother entering the room… Dean decided to try to pull that same move on you, you instead jumped and pinned him to the ground…
YN: “told you that both you and Sam would be eating training mat…”
Arthur let out a whistle that caught your attention, you got up off the ground and went over to him… his touch soothing you…  as both your brothers got up off the ground.
Arthur: “boys i dont think our lessons are gonna get through until we see what else she can do… cause that was some impressive skill that my girl just pulled off…”
Dean: “oh screw you Ketch… fine little sister thinks she is so tough, fine i challenge YN, my lesson might get taught right now it might not… Sam get off the floor, YN when your ready…”
You kissed Arthur before stepping foot on the floor… this was the kind of thing that always got you excited, this was what you now had been waiting for since presenting… a chance to show your brothers whose the more superior Winchester Sibling.
You took a stance in front of your brother who now was waiting for you to make the first move…
YN: “you think you can beat me bro… lets see im gonna give you a simple task do not hold back… use every ounce of strength you got… once i have taken you down, either Sam or Arthur are allowed to step into the ring to give me their lesson… of course you know bro that just because your my brother doesnt mean ill hold back even an ounce of strength…”
Dean: "are you gonna stand there running your mouth or are you gonna fight?" 
YN: "both…”
You and Dean now circling let off low growls… but you stepped to the left to circle the other way, and just dodged Dean lunging at you… he quickly recovered and you jumped high landing on his back…
YN: “had enough yet bro?”
Dean: “of course not…”
Dean flipped over and landed himself on top of you, letting out a roar of disapproval you bunched your knees beneath his body and lodged yourself free sending Dean flying across the room once more…
You half flipped yourself off the ground…
YN: “had enough yet bro?”
Dean: “whats a matter sis? You getting tired yet?”
YN: “not a prayer but i dont want to hurt you… so if you surrender now ill consider making you a few personal sized pies for the trip…”
Dean’s eyes went wide at the mention of pie… but non the less he attempted to lunge at you again… there was something inside you that brought your body into a flat state making Dean fly right over your body and straight into the stack of mats. 
Both Arthur and Sam watched as you now stood victorious…
Sam: “well i can just verbally give you your lesson sis… i have no desire to end up like Dean…”
Arthur: “come along babe ill help you make dinner as well as some food for the trip. While i give you my lesson in emotional anger control…”
You first helped your brother off the ground and you gave him a hug…
YN: “sorry D… dont know what came over me…”
Dean: “thats okay, happens to everyone… just dont ever give into the blind rage that you displayed on the floor… that kind of rage is what causes murder…  now you guys go make dinner i am gonna go take a hot shower and cool off my enflamed muscles…”
Sam gave you and Arthur a nod to go on your way as he helped make sure Dean got to his room on his own…
Sam: “geez Dean neither of us acted like that when we first presented did we?”
Dean shook his head…
Dean: “nope but i bet i know someone who will… we need to talk to Cas… see if he knows anything about female Alpha/Omega’s ill talk to him… it will be easier if i do the talking since i’m the one who said lets just not tell her and i didnt listen to you when you said we should…”
Sam: “dont blame yourself Dean… you couldnt have forseen any of this.. Now lets go together to talk to cas… lets go find out how to stop this from getting worse for our baby sister…”
Dean: “i still want to take my shower first… we will go after… i mean after dinner while YN and Arthur are being cute and stuff we will say that Cas wants to meet to talk about the impending doom…”
Sam: “you know she wont like it if we lie to her…”
Dean: “i know but Sammy what other choice do we have… we cant let her hunt like this…”
Sam knew Dean was right, so he left his brother so Dean could get his muscles healing… but he still felt bad for how they hid this from their sister… sure it was the right thing to do but when you turned 16 or became a teenager they could possibly have prepared you for this but not all of whats happened is their fault…
Dean texts cas and says to meet outside the bunker in 30 minutes its important… and to text when arrived… Cas responds with okay… 
Dean all through his time in his room, he kept running the fight through his head… those attacks you pulled were not normal.. Your fighting skills had never been like that… 
Meanwhile in the kitchen you and Arthur were pealing and cutting potatos…
Arthur: “how do you feel love?”
YN: “bout normal, whatever that means… i just cant believe i let Dean talk me into training i knew i would hurt someone… i dont know what came over me… it was like posession or something… but im just glad that through all that your vocals kept me from killing… is that my omega side responding to you my alpha?”
Arthur: “yes it is but that alpha side of yours needs to be put under control… otherwise its gonna be rough road ahead… you mentioned that it felt like posessson… how so love?”
You put the pealed potato on the cutting board in front of Arthur and sighed…
YN: “it was like i lost control of my body, like the actions were not my own… i didnt even recognize my own voice. Babe it was an awful feeling but i cant shake the fact that it didnt feel like me… it was like i lost myself…”
Arthur: “when did you start feeling this way?”
YN: “shortly after you claimed me… it was like a heatwave it just hit me and shortly after Dean hit the mats was when i snapped out of it… “
Arthur: “lets check the lore and see what we can find out but im gonna say that your not going on a hunt till you get this under control… we cant risk anything happening to you in the field… plus it will give us some alone time…”
Arthur winked at you, he had that seductive look in his eyes again… you smiled and went back to making sure you didnt peel your fingers instead of the potatoes… Arthur was definately getting used to your scent…
From the first time Arthur spoke you were used to his accent infact you were turned on by it… meanwhile Dean and Sam were making sure that neither you nor Arthur were looking as they snuck out of the bunker to meet with Cas… 
Dean: “thank you for coming Cas…”
Cas: “of course but what happened? You both seem worried.”
Dean: "its YN she presented as both an alpha and an omega… She is having problems gaining control. We are extremely worried… It Was the fact that Ketch bit her he claimed her… LikeLike the proof is right beside the impala… But her emotions she is spiraling. Cas what do you know about this?”
Cas: “her emotional spiral is apart of her alpha side arguing with her omega side, neither side will be at peace till she obeys the laws of the universe that were written out by God himself long before YN existed… she and ketch have to be properly married in the eyes of the holy hosts and consummate their union. Kind of like a royalty thing. This is their destiny, pre arranged by God himself. It cannot be denied. This is her bodies way of saying this needs to happen sooner rather than later." 
Dean:  "so wait your saying that we have to witness them getting married then their consummation…”
Both Sam and Dean were appauled by this thought but were happy at the idea of getting you back to normal… 
The 3 gentlemen went inside the bunker and into the study where they found you and Arthur looking through the lore… 
Dean: “hey sprout can I talk to you for a second.?”
YN:  “of course like privately?" 
Dean nods so you kiss Arthur on the cheek… You follow your brother to his room, where as soon as you enter he shuts the door… you turned around and looked very confusingly at your brother.
YN: “whats wrong D? Your not angry about what happened in training are you? Cause it felt like i was possessed when i was fighting you… like i wasnt in control of my own body..”
Dean: “cas knows how to save you… how you can regain control of your mind, body and emotions.”
YN: “thats great but how do we do that?”
Dean: “well like Sam and Cas are probably explaining to Arthur right now, and i gather that talk may not be going as well as this one… but here it goes… in order for you to be yourself again, you and Arthur have to get married, then consummate the marriage like in royal days where the dignitaries and important people have to witness the consummation… like ASAP…”
Your eyes went wide, but Dean went over to his closet and then pulled out a clothing bag… he lays the clothing bag on his bed and backs up a bit…
Dean: “go ahead sis, take a look… i got it for you as soon as we made this deal with Ketch… i knew you would need it eventually so i was waiting for the right moment to give it to you.”
You opened the bag to reveal a silver column styled one shoulder sequin lace cocktail dress. The side with the shoulder was the one that clearly showed your mark… your eyes went wide, a shocked small shrill of joy fell from your lips, tears of happiness fell from your eyes. You looked at your big brother who was tearing up himself then cleared his throat so he could speak again.
Dean: “YN, every year before now Sammy and i watched you grow into this beautiful young woman… but we know that not telling you about the family gene pool was stupid. But this marriage between you and Arthur was apparently decided by God himself. Which is a load of shit cause it just is, as well as the thought that you are gonna be a married woman… its just so hard… i wish mom and Dad were here to see this, to see the kind of woman you have become… to see you get married. You know they would have gone over board big white wedding type thing… but right now Sam has probably convinced Arthur to call Lady Bevell and request that they be present via skype for this ocassion. Cas is gonna decorate, make this place look more like a castle type setting… suitable for the events… Sam is gonna help Arthur cope with everything… just as im helping you… i know this is alot to process but i promise you, this new journey ahead of you will allow the winchester name and legacy to carry on through you and Arthur. I hope you can understand that once you and Arthur get married you guys arent leaving right away… Arthur wants you to have as much time as you need to adjust to being married before you guys go back to Britain…”
You instantly go over and embrace your brother, he returns your embrace and the moment lasts a few moments then is released…
YN: “thank you… without you and Sam protecting me i dont know what would have happened. I am just glad that i got the 2 best hunters in all of america as my brothers.”
Thats when you heard a knock at the bedroom door… you looked at your brother who then smirked.
YN: “whats going on? Whose at the door?”
Dean: “just go open the door… trust me YN this is needed… let me just grab my monkey suit… or at least the dress shirt…”
You went to the door and opened it to get tackled in a familiar female embrace…
Jo: “getting married huh? And you didnt invite me… good thing mom and i were in the area… we rushed right over here… we also saw bobby in the living room… and rufus and ash has already broken into your fireball whiskey there Dean… he wanted me to tell you that he challenges you to the fireball challenge.”
Dean: “he needs to be careful who he is messing with… ill leave you ladies to get ready… ill shoot a text when its time. Ill also send over your mom to help with anything… and to bring you gals some alcohol.”
Dean takes the shirt that he was gonna wear and leaves out his door closing it behind him… that was when Jo came over to sit on the bed beside you… 
Jo: “i know that look want to tell me why your suddenly getting married…”
YN: “to cut a long story short, my brothers found the colt that was stolen from them years ago, and have obeyed mom and dads wishes by trading me for the colt. They said something about needing the colt for the evil thats coming or that they think is coming or something like that… the guy that im set to marry, his name is Arthur Ketch, he is british, he is muscular hot and an alpha who claimed by alpha/omega ass yea i presented as both and it shocked everyone. It caused me to beat up Dean pretty badly in training earlier. I guess Dean and Sam went to Cas for answers now i have to marry Arthur as soon as possible and have it like a royalty thing where the important people witness the consummation between the wedded couple, cause apparently thats what God had put in the book of Destiny for me and Arthur… Cause thats apparently the only way to take the edge off of what my body is arguing over my alpha side and my omega side are arguing. They are fighting which explains alot now that i think about it.. But one thing isnt clear i dont know what to do… i am not even sure im ready for any of this… its like Dean and Sam arent telling me something and things will end up going wrong. Jo im scared…”
Jo hugs you from the side and fears you are gonna spiral if something happens to Sam and Dean… 
Jo: “this about it this way girl… your brothers love you very much and right now they are just making sure your future is secure and right now its pretty clear that if what you are telling me is true then we need at least 1 drink to help you through all of this.. By the way do you have any lingere…”
You texted Sam to send the bags from the jag with Ellen… Sam replyed with Ellen has already gotten those and is on her way. You and Jo just lay back and stare at the ceiling not daring to believe that there are forces who have control over the destinies of everyone because he wrote them in some sort of imaginary book… 
Jo: “i would be grateful that they at least found you someone hot to marry, i mean all the ones mom has sent my way were fat and ugly.. I couldnt believe they were alphas… i want to marry someone who understands me for me…”
YN: “you know Dean is in love with you right girl… that he has been for a few years now…”
Jo: “i know, he fell in love with me the day he and i danced to REO speedwagon in the roadhouse after hours. I turned him down, i was scared… i didnt want to ruin the friendship we kinda have. I would have told him that day in the roadhouse if mom wasnt picky about who i end up with…”
YN: “Jo as your best friend im gonna say this, i would tell him the truth or just you know kiss him… make him want to claim you… if what he says is true, im achieving what my brothers never could, but you can make this a reality for Dean… just take the risk… dont let your mom no matter how wonderful she is dictate your life. Take charge, we make our own futures…”
You and Jo hugged it out and then went back to admiring your dress… Jo then opened her bag and pulled out the accessories…
Jo: “Dean called me a week ago and warned me to have a few wedding accessories ready for you… he had a feeling that you and Arthur would be married before the end of the month so now lets wait for my mo…”
Before Jo could finish speaking, there was a rap at the door. Jo went and opened it and in came Ellen… 
Ellen: “oh honey you’ve grown so much since we last saw you… but now your getting married oh honey, he seems like a very nice man, but i take it from the rush and the hush hush of the wedding that it is a long and crazy story and a really good explanation behind this…”
YN: “it is a really interesting conversation… ill explain later or you can grill Dean for it… but it would mean alot to me Ellen if you and Jo would help me get ready… to look fabulous for the day my life gets back on track.” 
Both the ladies in that room with you nodded they sat you down in the chair and had you start going through the bags deciding what kind of lingere to wear with the dress, and what to do with your hair and your nails and it was just a blast… then came time for the dress.. This was the moment you, Jo and Ellen had all been waiting for, with your hair and nails done you felt the fabric slide over your skin, the low moan that left your lips was your thought of Arthur and how he felt against you.
Til this second you hadnt looked in the mirror for the nervous feeling that was gripping you tight was far to great. It wasnt till Ellen and Jo stood you in front of the closet mirror with your eyes closed that the nervous feeling kinda subsided.. It went away faster when they revealed to you your reflection in the mirror. 
You put your hands over your mouth for 2 seconds before moving them down your body… then letting out a low squeal of joy, you spun round in the dress. Ellen and Jo snapping photos from every angle… 
Jo: “that dress is sexy girl!!!”
Ellen: “YN, that dress is hella purty… your brother has good taste…”
YN: “yes it appears he does.. But i dont understand how the hell could he afford this… ive seen this particular dress, it was like super expensive… how did he afford this…”
Ellen: “your brother went and entered a blackjack tourney while on a hunt… Sam was investigating while Dean was cleaning house.. He used a luck charm he got from a psychic named Pamela Barnes. He said that it was the most he had ever won… but he said that he wanted to put the money away for something for you… something of a peace offering for putting your life and training through hell and back.”
Your eyes went wide, you knew your brother was a gambling shark but to hear that Dean changed his direction while on a hunting trip, just to make enough money to ensure your own happiness. 
You were unsure of how to respond… You were now helping Jo do her hair and do her dress up as you girls had done for ages on many numerous occasions. 
YN: "my brother strayed from a hunt, just to make money to secure my happiness… Why would he do that? Hunting is more important than my happiness.”
Dean who had been standing in the door way, stepped into the room and spoke. 
Dean: “cause you are the most important thing in my life. Being your big brother I wanted to make ensure that your future would be secure even after Sam and I were gone. We could not let you have the Winchester curse of swindling and card scams and and and… I know your still skeptical on marrying Arthur, but right now I can tell you this, the way that it looks out there and then way you look sis, this day is your day. Today is your inheritance. Today is your beginning to do and accomplish what Sam and I have never been able to… I know we were tough on you, but that was out way of protecting you. Anyway I’m here to escort you down the aisle sis. They are ready when you are…”
YN: “Jo Ellen can you guys give me a few moments alone with my brother?" 
Both ellen and Jo left the room, this left you and Dean alone. 
Dean: "you look exquisite in that dress sis! I knew I made the right choice.”
YN: “I hope someone else sees it that way. I know you are happy for me, but someone in the universe set this, my destiny in motion many a year ago.. Dean I don’t blame you or Sam for hiding the truth, I just wish I would have known about what was gonna happen to me. I love you bro, both you and Sam are the most important things to me. I’m so glad you guys are here to be with me on my wedding day. But bro be honest with me now, what danger is so important that you guys made this deal for the colt.”
Dean: “There is a darkness that is descending upon the world. It’s so bad that we figure having the colt not knowing what we are up against is a good idea. We also figure we can teach you how to hunt like a Winchester and secure your future before we get caught up in this war… This marriage is both your safe haven and your security. Both yours and Arthur’s names are the emergency fail safes on the lease for the impala and the storage container, Bobby’s yard!/house, the roadhouse and of course the bunker. Should me and Sam no longer be around to do anything concerning any of those places or it’s people we had you guys put down. There are also forms for you both to sign regarding the Winchester wills mine and Sam’s if this battle with the darkness goes south all we have is yours and Arthur’s.”
Sam walks in a few moments later and let’s off a whistle… 
Sam: “my God sis you look amazing!”
Dean:  “doesn’t she just look purty! Is everyone ready?" 
Sam nods… 
Sam:  "yes and everyone is waiting on YN… TheyThey sent me back to find out what’s happening?" 
Dean looks at you and you turn away so your brothers don’t see you cry… But they didn’t leave, instead they came up behind you and hugged you… This moment was when you just let the tears fall… both your brothers had you in a group hug, you felt so blessed to have brothers that cared enough to protect you like this. 
YN: "thank you for being the best big brothers I could ever have asked for." 
Both Sam and Dean sniffle but when you guys broke the hug Sam went back to the door and smiled. 
Sam: "see you out there shortly…" 
You straightened out and turned to your brother who was holding his arm toward you. 
Dean: "ready to do this step sis?" 
YN: "so long as you don’t let me fall bro…" 
Dean: "you won’t fall not so long as I’m holding onto you." 
You stook his arm as Dean sent a message to start the music, through the hall you could hear the start of So Close by John McLaughlin… Then you rounded the corner with Dean just as the crowd turned to see you. 
The one set of eyes you locked yours into was Arthurs your only saving grace was those blue eyes making your body feel weak, but making you feel like you wanted to jump him right then right there. 
The only thing you were focusing on right then were his eyes, Dean was making sure you didn’t fall, he knew your eyes were locked to Arthur’s but he also was the one thing keeping you from falling.. 
Reaching the end of the aisle Dean stood there beside you with Sam on the other side of you. 
The ceremony then went something like this: 
Castiel: "friends and honored guests both in person and on the internet, welcome to the wedding of YN Winchester and Arthur Ketch, who gives this woman to be with this man." 
Dean and Sam: "we do.." 
Castiel: "will one of you place her hand in his and say repeat after me.." 
Dean allowed Sam to do this part since Dean brought you down the aisle… Sam took your left hand and placed it in Arthurs… Castiel got ready to speak again… 
Castiel: "do you promise Swearing in good faith to release this young woman into the care of this man whose heart now captivates the heart of your dear sister here? Do you also swear not to take for granted the life you and Dean gave your sister to live even if you were concealing the truth from her.? You may now say your vow on behalf of you and your brother. " 
Sam: "YN, we concealed the truth from you as per to our parents wishes, but we made the decision to not tell you the truth when you technically came of age again. Cause you were so happy just training with us and helping us do research. We didn’t want to burden you with the hunters curse information and make you worry. So on profession of our good faith and trust, do so release our sister YN into her marriage to Arthur Ketch. We also swear not to take the life we let her lead for granted cause in the end of it we were just protecting her for the sake of our parents will. We love you so much biscuit, we hope you can be happy enough to allow the Winchester legacy to continue ever more through you.”
To hear your brother say those words made you start to cry as Sam placed a kiss to your cheek, he then backed away and left you with Arthur at the alter. Castiel continued. 
Castiel: “very well… marriage in the eyes of God and the hosts is how the love we give is the love we receive. Marriage is how what we are here to celebrate today… The bond that unites the souls of YN and Arthur is the same bond that unites an alpha with their omega… No manner of being is powerful enough to break that bond, Not even God himself. Now before we exchange rings and vows does anyone object to this union?”
No one spoke up so Cas continued… 
Castiel: “it’s time for the rings and the vows. When your ready Arthur you can place the ring on YNs left hand and say the vows you have for her.”
Arthur takes the ring places it on your finger and begins to speak. 
Arthur:  “my beautiful YN, my angel, my beauty to my beast. I love how much you have meant to me these last few hours. I know that learning the truth has not been easy for you, but knowing your now my claimed Omega had put my life back on track. Now i feel whole, for the first time in my life i have clarity and now i have a bright bright future. I love you so much my love. You are my new guiding star which i promise to love, cherish, honor, protect and care for for the rest of my natural life… i promise to uphold the basic deeds and to share the responsibilities of a husband. Neither of us ever have to walk the life of a hunter alone again.”
You felt the cool band on your finger and picked up his and did the same thing he just did to you.
YN: “Arthur, for years i was subjected to the protection of my brothers brought on by my parents wish left in their will. I now know my own strength has been within me this entire time. My sheer force of will was shown when i was training earlier it was like i had another person inside of me fighting to get out. But you brought me back from the edge of disaster, you brought me out of the dark. For that I will ever more be grateful. From hence forth I swear to protect, love, cherish, honor, respect, and care for you for the rest of our lives. I hope one day in the future when we have a family of our own, we will not make the mistake of hiding this from our kids. That we will tell them the truth no matter the consequences. I love you Arthur, always and forever!”
Castiel continued speaking for it was now time to sign the papers and do the heavenly blessing. 
Castiel: “now it’s time for our couple to come over here to sign the marriage papers for both Britain and USA. Legalities are a pain in the ass. Please wait patiently while they sign these documents.”
Both you and Arthur went to the table off to the side to sign the papers, after a total of 15 signatures on 6 different documents, you both took place once more in front of Cas in front of the crowd.
Castiel: “now as an Angel of the Lord, i am honored to bestow the heavenly blessing on these two…”
At that moment the room kinda darkened as Cas began to speak again.
Castiel: “By the powers of Heaven and its hosts i honorably bestow to thee the blessings written for thee in the book of knowing, that by the book all things are written so they shall be… this couple in the book of heaven has the following to be bestowed to them this day: Fertility, wisdom, strength, faith and many more. The will of the almighty who wrote the book is that you both live the life you have together and never let anything stand between you. On that note, it is my esteemed honor to introduce to you for the first time Mr and Mrs Arthur and YN Ketch. Arthur you may now kiss your bride.”
The entire room was exploding with applause. You giggled as Arthur pulled you square to his chest and kissed you passionately. Camera lights snapped and cheering errupted. The kiss lasted for a few moments. 
Then came the first dance… you of course had danced before but not like this… not at something celebrating you, of course dancing now with Arthur, your husband (geez that was gonna take some getting used to), making out a bit on the dancefloor. Was the highlight of your evening. 
Then the time for you and Arthur to give a speech was up… after the speeches that Sam, Dean, and Jo gave you and Arthur couldnt possibly do any worse.
Arthur: “thank you all so much for supporting us. I know i havent known all of you for that long but now having married one person who is most important to many of you im sure we will become good friends in no time at all.”
YN: “i have a couple of thank yous to give out… the first one is to Castiel, thanks Cas for directing the ceremony and for the decoration this is really spectacular. The next thank you goes to my best friend Jo, you are like my sister thank you for helping me get ready for this eventful evening which is why i have to also tie this thank you in with the one i have for Dean… would the both of you just make a move already… i have heard both ends of your love story for both sides… Bro would you do me a favor and kiss her already… i know this is my day but that doesnt mean you cant take 5 seconds and tell Jo how you really feel about her… plus i want to see you happy Bro… oh and Dean thank you for everything from introducing us earlier this day to getting me a dress ahead of time and all the other details in there… im sorry for being such a pain in the ass little sister. I hope you find some happiness with Jo… honestly you guys deserve to be happy with eachother. And finally to my husband, Arthur what i said in my vows, I remembered what happened in the garage it honestly terrified me… i cant believe i almost hurt you… but you claiming me brought me out of the dark and back to the light. I cant begin to imagine what that must have been like for you. And i know you and i have growing to do as a couple, i look forward to the day when we can look back on the events of this day from our meeting till now and see the journey of a thousand miles in one simple day. So thank you for being my kryptonite…”
Arthur: “on top of those thank yous i would also like to thank Sam and Dean for helping to raise such a feisty young woman, i am honored to call you two brother.”
Castiel steps up again and a kind of silent ish bell chimes.
Castiel: “its time for the consummation… those who were told ahead of time to witness this please follow us now but those that were not please enjoy the festivites as they do continue. The bar is fully stocked please enjoy your time.”
Arthur and You went followed by 10 other people to your room. Where it now looked like that of what would be in a palace. Arthur of course carried you over the threshhold and gently set you back on your feet as the crowd poured in watching as the following took place:
Arthur helping to undo your dress
You helping Arthur out of his shirt and unbuckling his pants, watching as he pushed them off.
Arthur then laying you down on the bed, diving himself between your legs his eyes locked to your own. His hard cock positioned at the entrance to your pussy.
Arthur: “just focus on me… no one else here matters right now. Its you and me right now. This is about us… ill go slow…”
YN: “i trust you…”
Arthur kissed you passionately as he thrust his hard cock into your pussy at the same time. 
You could feel the darkness melting into a corner, you felt comfortable, you felt normal… that feeling was the feeling of you coming into the powers of both your Alpha and Omega sides blending. 
*epilogue*
Twas the next morning that you both woke up to a knock at the door. Covering up you both stayed in bed cuddling…
Arthur: “enter.”
Dean enters the room and clears his throat…
Dean: “Sam and i were gonna go on those hunts later if you guys are interested in joining. Believe me when i say that these hunts are gonna be amazing. Cas already took on the ghost… which is fine… that leave the fun stuff for us 4 to deal with. What do you guys say?”
Arthur looked down at you and you looked up at him, then both of you back at your brothers.
Arthur: “sounds like a family hunting trip… hows about it babe? Ready to hunt!”
YN: “saving people, hunting things, it truly is the family business… when do we leave?”
Arthur reaches beside the bed and into his bag pulling out a box and tossing it to Dean. Dean opens it and brings it over to show you… The Colt.
Arthur: “as promised Brother here is the colt back now in your possession.”
~thats all folks~
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Arranged to Keep Her Safe
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title: Arranged to keep her safe
pairing: Ketch x Sister!Reader
kink square filled: Accent Kink
dark square filled: Ketch
heaven & Hell square filled: the colt
ABO square filled: arranged marriage
Rating: 18+
tags: Alpha claiming omega, Presenting as both Alpha and omega, fighting, vaginal penetration (like in the last few paragraphs), flirtation, making out, blood, sibling training
word count: 9,777
Created for @spndarkbingo  @spnkinkbingo @heavenandhellbingo @spnabobingo
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hunting for any reason at all is something you have always wanted to do… but your brothers Sam & Dean Winchester weren’t going to let you…
they instead were gonna honor your parents wishes & raise you to be normal… this meant no hunting for you, but you knew something was up one day when your brothers arrived back at the bunker with another man.
it wasn’t Cas or anyone you knew, it was someone new… someone who looked like he was striking a deal of sorts with your brothers.
Dean came over to you while Sam stayed talking with the mysterious guest. 
Dean: “come sis, let’s go for a walk.” 
You never turned down the chance to take a walk with your older brother. Dean as always takes your arm & leads you out of the bunker, both of you walking down the same long dirt road you often walked down. 
Dean: “I’m guessing you have questions about the hush hush visitor.” 
You nodded. Very unsure if you wanted to hear your brother’s answers. 
YN: “who is he first of all?” 
Dean: “his name is Arthur Ketch.. Look sis, Sammy and I have kept you out of as much of the danger as possible. But in their wills they said if Sam and I ever had to Bayer a deal, we were to use you as a bargaining chip. Well that had happened for we have arranged for you to marry Ketch… ” 
YN (yelling): “so what I don’t even have a say… I don’t get the chance to decide my own future… Yet you & Sam get to decide my future for me… In what universe did you think I would ever be okay with this…”
 Dean was a little shocked, he had never heard you raise your voice at him like ever… That kinda hurt him, but how else was he expecting you to react after all he just dropped bomb central on you. 
Dean: “YN look I know your upset, but please understand that this is a good thing especially with the danger Sam & I are heading into… I wanted to be the one to tell you about this kiddo cause i knew that Sam could finish this deal in propriety while I somehow convinced you that this marriage is a good thing.“ 
You were pacing, you had no idea what the hell was happening, your brothers were auctioning your life, your future. 
 YN: "what could possibly be so important that you and Sam would gamble my future away?" 
 Dean: "the colt!" 
You had heard the legends of this magnificent gun that could kill pretty much anything… You even got to see it in action once… 
 Yn: "are you sure it’s the same colt that Bella took & sold?" 
 Dean: "yep cause ketch showed it to us, the second we said we would make him an offer he couldn’t possibly refuse, you were that offer… we need to get the colt back, there is danger brewing sis, for what we fear is coming you cannot be here… you cannot witness whats about to happen. do not fight us on this… you can get to know him first but your getting married to him before he has to bring you back to his home. if there had been another bargaining option we would have done so… look let me make it up to you. ill take you on your first hunt as my way of an apology…what do you feel like sis, Ghost, poltergeist or vamps?”
YN: “thats okay bro, i like the sound of going on my first hunt but i say why not all 3, are they all roughly in the same area… but where is he from?”
Dean: “ketch is british… yes yes they are, about 5-10 minutes from eachother. all along the road to come back here. but sis, if we go on this string of hunts you must understand that if you start feeling weird like your body starts converging or starts to feel really really warm all of the sudden, tell me immediately.”
You looked really confusingly at your brother, but agreed none the less. then your mind went into the thoughts of omg, me married, thats a scary thought… 
YN: “what about your honoring mom and dads wishes?”
Dean: “well im sure they will be just as proud of how much we have trained and protected you all the same. but Sam and i want to see you wed incase trouble strikes sooner than expected.”
YN: “isnt Ketch apart of the British Men of Letters?”
 Dean: “yes he is…”
YN: “didnt they try to kill you guys?”
Dean: “that was a precaution according to them… they didnt know whether we were friend or foe…”
Your eyes went wondering what the british men of letters would think of you… not that you know they would be able to do anything, i mean by the time you get back you and Ketch technically would already be married.
YN: “do you think Ketch would want to join me for a run into town? i need a few things and i figure you guys want a beer & liquor stalk..”
Dean: “does this mean you are ready to meet him?”
you nod… nervous feelings building in your stomach but you dismissed them.
Dean: “okay i know your probably nervous as hell right now but chill. Ketch would be a fool not to fall instantly for you…”
you took a few breaths as you and Dean re-entered the bunker, Dean freely goes down the stairs, you peak over the railing as Dean calls…
Dean: “we are back…”
Sam and another man who you presumed was Ketch came out of the study and the first glance you got of Ketch practically knocked you off your feet… when Dean turned around to introduce you he noticed you werent behind him, so he figured your nerves were getting the better of you…
Dean: “come on down YN, there is someone down here who is anxious to meet you…”
you nervously went back up the stairs and stood up descending the staircase, you could feel the eyes of your brothers and one longing gaze from the man who was to be your husband.
Ketch made his way to the bottom of the staircase, to recieve your hand in his own and to plant a kiss to the back of your hand.
Arthur: “YN, you are even more radiant than your brothers described. my name is Ketch, Arthur Ketch.”
YN: “My dear brother had said you were dashing, he didnt say you were moi caliente.”
this made Arthur laugh as he helped you the rest of the way down the stairs. 
your brothers were seeing the way you and Ketch were looking at eachother, you and Arthur went to sit in the study, you went on your laptop and placed orders for your hunting clothing a couple other items and then Arthur had you help pick out the engagement/wedding bands. 
with everything ordered, you turned to Dean to bat your eye lashes…
Dean: “let me guess you want to stay here kiddo?”
YN: “ill call tim and tell him to have the usual order ready and if your worried about getting girl coodies all over baby, then take my jag… i mean ill let you drive it just this once Dean… but you break it you repair it, do you hear me…”
Dean: “of course… come on Sam, your coming with me to help me carry this shit..”
neither sam nor dean said much of a goodbye after you said they could take the jag… you and arthur just laughed at how fast they ran out of there. this left you and arthur alone in the bunker. 
you eventually got up to pour you and Arthur some drinks, his gaze not leaving your body. like he was mentally undressing you or something. 
YN: “see something you like?”
Arthur: “just enjoying the delicious view that is you…”
YN: “well that is something i certainly can easily get used to hearing.”
you brought the drinks to where you guys were sitting and pulled out your phone calling tim…
Tim: “YN hows it going girl?”
YN: “exceptional as always, man my brothers are doing the town run today… they are doing my bidding for once… can u have the usual order ready? i dont know how long till they get there… they have to stop at a few places for me first…”
Tim: “of course i will have that ready. see ya round chica.”
you hung up the phone and felt Arthur’s arm around your waist… this sent your body into a hotter state… Arthur smelled this right away.
Arthur: “i love that heated scent you are giving off…”
YN: “your accent is turning me on and i am getting another heated burst…”
Arthur: “do you get these heat bursts often?”
YN: “only around the full moon. but this time seems worse…”
Arthur: “your presenting… how much do you know about the history of hunters?”
YN: “my brothers have mostly kept me out of that loop… why what do you mean i’m presenting.?.”
Arthur: “YN just try to cool down… you need to keep your temp at a decent temperature like keep calm dont let your emotions go out of control.”
YN: “why whats happening to me?”
Arthur: “just do what i say… lets distract you… wanna show me this fabulous garage you guys have?”
you get up but a hand reaching for yours startles you slightly but feels normal as you both walk to the garage… you open the door and walk inside. you walk around and lean against the impala as Arthur looks around. 
Arthur: “and all these belong to you and your brothers.?.”
YN: “yep… its a family business find beaten down cars get them, sell them or keep them… spare cars… in hunting its needed or so my brothers say.”
Arthur: “you look sexy leaning against the impala like that…”
Arthur had removed his blazer and now stood in front of you… 
Arthur: “i saw that look back at the computer. do you want to talk about it?”
YN: “i saw the look on your face with those totals. i would understand if you want to yell at me… but know its gonna go a long way…”
Arthur in that moment answered the only way that he deemed logical… pressing himself against you as he held your waist planting a kiss to your lips… this was unexpected, this was also your first kiss… 
YN: “i think this conversation is better left for somewhere a little more comfortable…”
Arthur: “i dont know im pretty comfy right here…”
you had no complaints the next hour and a half were spent making out while having you sit on the hood of the impala… your heat bursts became more frequent as time passed. 
Arthur: “are you alright love? your burning up…”
YN: “make it stop… make the burning stop…”
Arthur: “your brothers are gonna walk in at any minute… but i can do this…”
Arthur in that moment pulls back from you and removes his shirt, the cooling sensation of his skin against yours made your heat bursts slow drastically.
Arthur: “im an alpha as such i have a right to wait till you present fully to claim you… to make my mark on you, to claim you as my own. your brothers are alphas as well, they have been massively protective of you, but thats their nature. thats how this works. your scent is all over the place i cant tell what you are presenting as but if your heat is this bad i would think maybe an alpha…”
you and arthur went back to making out, the sound of tires approaching on the dirt road, the purr of the sweet engine, you knew that was your jag, thats when it happened. 
you pulled back as Arthur backed away you turned to look at yourself in the mirror of the impala. you then let out a earth shattering scream, as your brothers pulled up into the garage upon the sight of you screaming. they got out of the jag and went to Arthur…
Dean: “whats happening?”
Arthur: “she’s presenting… did you guys not tell her about any of this?”
Dean: “no we didnt per to our parent’s wishes.”
Arthur: “well i couldnt tell from her scent what she is, but i guess we are about to find out…”
at that moment you let out a roar, it shook the entire compound. Dean, Sam and Arthur were all ready incase your instincts decided to turn you animal…
thats when you turned to look at everyone, your eyes flashed immediately from gold to red to kind of a blood gold. the words you heard after that went something like this…
Sam: “thats impossible…”
Dean: “arthur you need to be ready buddy, i dont know how she is entirely gonna be right now…”
Arthur: “she is the first hunter ever to present as both Alpha and Omega… lets see what i can do…”
Arthur took everything that could possibly scare you out of his pockets and off his person, then he made his slow approach to you…
Arthur: “YN, take it easy babe… lets try something.. nod if you can hear me and recognize who i am..”
you nod watching his blurry figure coming closer.
Arthur: “babe, nod if i can approach you fully…”
you nod again kind of un tensing at the soft touch of his hands on your forearms. Arthur came round behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. he then brushed your hair away from your neck and shoulder. 
the next thing you hear is a growl from behind you, your eyes went wide at hearing this… it was like your entire body was no longer responding for its own, but instead to Arthur and his movements.
Arthur let out a loud shattering roar before sinking his fangs into your shoulder… this made you let out a moaning roar.. your brothers eyes went wide as they watched Arthur claim you… 
blood was dripping down your back and front, as well as down Arthurs chest. with each drop that hit the ground this made your brothers growl lowly… but nothing compared to how you would be feeling after this little session. 
After 5 minutes Arthur removed his fangs from you, he then spun you round to face him… the familiarity of his features was almost like a ray of sunshine. suddenly your eye sight became un blurred, it was also the fact that now you were seeing clearly that your eyes first saw the blood.
YN: “whose blood is that, ugh why do i feel weird, what happened…”
Arthur: “what do you remember?”
YN: “nothing, will someone explain while i go get towels so Arthur and i can get cleaned up…”
your brothers made sure the jag was in the garage and that the outside door to the garage was closed, before following to continue explaining to you what you couldnt remember.
Dean: “we got home to find you screaming into the impala side mirror, when we asked Arthur about it he said you were presenting and that he didnt know what you would be presenting as. then we saw your eyes… they will be that blood gold for a while, but the bloodlust and the other alphaic traits were subsided when Arthur claimed you thats why there was so much blood. look YN we are so sorry we didnt tell you about any of this but we are the best hunters around for a reason. our senses are heightened thats why hunting comes so easy to us. thats why its gonna be easy for you as well.. in fact i declare a family hunting trip. Ketch that includes you, your apart of this family now. so every gear up and do what you need to do, we leave at sunset… the poltergeist in the asylum is the first stop.”
You smiled at the thought of getting to hunt. This was what you had been training for. This is what you we’re waiting for. Your mind then turned to the thought of all the blood, you zoned out you could feel the blood calling to you. 
It wasn’t till you heard your name being called in 3 different vocal tones that you snapped out of it. 
YN: "sorry guys I must have zoned out… It was weird I could hear the blood calling to me, it wanted me to drain the source. I am unsure if I like how this is going. But if everyone here is willing to show me the ropes before we leave for this hunt and how to control the bloodlust then I’ll still go on this hunt as long as everyone feels like i can control my bloodlust and abilities perfectly.”
Arthur: “dont worry babe once we get cleaned up, we will all go over to the training center and we will teach you everything you need to know.”
you finish wiping off all the blood and then you walk to your room, going inside you close your door then taking off your bloody clothes you threw them in the laundry… 
you then picked up your phone and called Dean… 
Dean: “whats wrong sis?”
YN: “can you bring me my stuff from the jag so i can pack…”
your brother, your brother sure he was a giant pain in the ass, but he was the only person you trusted to bring you the stuff and not hesitate to walk in… he has seen you worse…
Dean however walks in several moments later as your at your mirror desk half robed looking at the bite mark…
YN: “will it ever go away?”
Dean: “it will just look like you got in a fight with something and won… honestly are you okay?”
YN: “honestly, i’m not sure… i mean physically except for the pain of having been bitten im fine but mentally there is something in there and its fighting me… Dean im scared, i dont want to hurt anyone. i would rather die than hurt anyone…”
Dean: “hey, theres no need for that kind of talk… look Ketch no matter how much of an ass he is, he loves you alot… he loved you enough to claim you… thats a huge deal… something Sam and i never could achieve… but your probably the most badass out of all of us, your half alpha and half omega… that makes you the strongest… now throw on your normal workout clothes and come along sis Arthur and Sam are waiting in the training center. now that you have presented we wont go easy on you..”
you turned to fully look at your brother… 
YN: “you mean you and Sam were going easy on me… does that mean when i beat you, you werent using your full strength…”
Dean: “now now sis, i knew you would react this way just take it easy…”
YN: “take it EASY… i feel like a fool… here i thought i was so strong to beat both of my brothers… geez Dean how much were you holding back…”
Dean: “i was only using 30% of my strength… over the years i gradually increased it… start soft work our way up, with each level passed we increased how much we were exerting… but now that you have presented we dont have to hold back anymore… we are gonna use our full 100% strength and its gonna be 10x harder to take us all down… we all have something to teach you: we talked it over Arthur will teach you how to control your anger, so when in public your eyes are normal color… Sam will work on your agility how to use your speed 10x the normal rate you would go… i will teach you how to tone up your strength so you dont hurt anyone normal when hugging them or shaking their hands. then we will all fight you in a fighters circle type thing. it is one of those mass exercises that are especially helpful in these types of situations…”
You finished getting into your workout gear, and glared at your brother, flashing your eyes quickly from gold to red letting off a low growl.
YN: “your gonna pay for taking it easy on me all these years… both you and sam are gonna be eating training mat…”
Those words made Dean cringe, hearing them come out of your mouth made them worse than necessary… you stalked your way out of your room, down the hallway, going left at the fork and then entering the room, you removed your sandals and charged at Sam whose back was facing you… you then pulled a natasha romanov… 
You wrapped your ankles round his neck and flipped him to the ground… 
YN: “thats for taking things easy on me bro… oh yeah Dean told me about that, lets just say im not happy about…”
Sam: “well i can tell that your not happy, but why flip me to the ground and how the hell did i not see this coming…”
YN: “what was it you told me… never turn your back on your opponant…”
You were aware at that moment of your other brother entering the room… Dean decided to try to pull that same move on you, you instead jumped and pinned him to the ground…
YN: “told you that both you and Sam would be eating training mat…”
Arthur let out a whistle that caught your attention, you got up off the ground and went over to him… his touch soothing you…  as both your brothers got up off the ground.
Arthur: “boys i dont think our lessons are gonna get through until we see what else she can do… cause that was some impressive skill that my girl just pulled off…”
Dean: “oh screw you Ketch… fine little sister thinks she is so tough, fine i challenge YN, my lesson might get taught right now it might not… Sam get off the floor, YN when your ready…”
You kissed Arthur before stepping foot on the floor… this was the kind of thing that always got you excited, this was what you now had been waiting for since presenting… a chance to show your brothers whose the more superior Winchester Sibling.
You took a stance in front of your brother who now was waiting for you to make the first move…
YN: “you think you can beat me bro… lets see im gonna give you a simple task do not hold back… use every ounce of strength you got… once i have taken you down, either Sam or Arthur are allowed to step into the ring to give me their lesson… of course you know bro that just because your my brother doesnt mean ill hold back even an ounce of strength…”
Dean: "are you gonna stand there running your mouth or are you gonna fight?" 
YN: "both…”
You and Dean now circling let off low growls… but you stepped to the left to circle the other way, and just dodged Dean lunging at you… he quickly recovered and you jumped high landing on his back…
YN: “had enough yet bro?”
Dean: “of course not…”
Dean flipped over and landed himself on top of you, letting out a roar of disapproval you bunched your knees beneath his body and lodged yourself free sending Dean flying across the room once more…
You half flipped yourself off the ground…
YN: “had enough yet bro?”
Dean: “whats a matter sis? You getting tired yet?”
YN: “not a prayer but i dont want to hurt you… so if you surrender now ill consider making you a few personal sized pies for the trip…”
Dean’s eyes went wide at the mention of pie… but non the less he attempted to lunge at you again… there was something inside you that brought your body into a flat state making Dean fly right over your body and straight into the stack of mats. 
Both Arthur and Sam watched as you now stood victorious…
Sam: “well i can just verbally give you your lesson sis… i have no desire to end up like Dean…”
Arthur: “come along babe ill help you make dinner as well as some food for the trip. While i give you my lesson in emotional anger control...”
You first helped your brother off the ground and you gave him a hug…
YN: “sorry D… dont know what came over me…”
Dean: “thats okay, happens to everyone… just dont ever give into the blind rage that you displayed on the floor… that kind of rage is what causes murder…  now you guys go make dinner i am gonna go take a hot shower and cool off my enflamed muscles…”
Sam gave you and Arthur a nod to go on your way as he helped make sure Dean got to his room on his own…
Sam: “geez Dean neither of us acted like that when we first presented did we?”
Dean shook his head…
Dean: “nope but i bet i know someone who will… we need to talk to Cas… see if he knows anything about female Alpha/Omega’s ill talk to him… it will be easier if i do the talking since i’m the one who said lets just not tell her and i didnt listen to you when you said we should…”
Sam: “dont blame yourself Dean… you couldnt have forseen any of this.. Now lets go together to talk to cas… lets go find out how to stop this from getting worse for our baby sister…”
Dean: “i still want to take my shower first... we will go after… i mean after dinner while YN and Arthur are being cute and stuff we will say that Cas wants to meet to talk about the impending doom…”
Sam: “you know she wont like it if we lie to her…”
Dean: “i know but Sammy what other choice do we have… we cant let her hunt like this…”
Sam knew Dean was right, so he left his brother so Dean could get his muscles healing… but he still felt bad for how they hid this from their sister… sure it was the right thing to do but when you turned 16 or became a teenager they could possibly have prepared you for this but not all of whats happened is their fault…
Dean texts cas and says to meet outside the bunker in 30 minutes its important… and to text when arrived… Cas responds with okay… 
Dean all through his time in his room, he kept running the fight through his head… those attacks you pulled were not normal.. Your fighting skills had never been like that… 
Meanwhile in the kitchen you and Arthur were pealing and cutting potatos…
Arthur: “how do you feel love?”
YN: “bout normal, whatever that means… i just cant believe i let Dean talk me into training i knew i would hurt someone… i dont know what came over me… it was like posession or something… but im just glad that through all that your vocals kept me from killing… is that my omega side responding to you my alpha?”
Arthur: “yes it is but that alpha side of yours needs to be put under control… otherwise its gonna be rough road ahead… you mentioned that it felt like posessson… how so love?”
You put the pealed potato on the cutting board in front of Arthur and sighed…
YN: “it was like i lost control of my body, like the actions were not my own… i didnt even recognize my own voice. Babe it was an awful feeling but i cant shake the fact that it didnt feel like me… it was like i lost myself…”
Arthur: “when did you start feeling this way?”
YN: “shortly after you claimed me… it was like a heatwave it just hit me and shortly after Dean hit the mats was when i snapped out of it... “
Arthur: “lets check the lore and see what we can find out but im gonna say that your not going on a hunt till you get this under control… we cant risk anything happening to you in the field… plus it will give us some alone time…”
Arthur winked at you, he had that seductive look in his eyes again… you smiled and went back to making sure you didnt peel your fingers instead of the potatoes… Arthur was definately getting used to your scent…
From the first time Arthur spoke you were used to his accent infact you were turned on by it… meanwhile Dean and Sam were making sure that neither you nor Arthur were looking as they snuck out of the bunker to meet with Cas… 
Dean: “thank you for coming Cas…”
Cas: “of course but what happened? You both seem worried.”
Dean: "its YN she presented as both an alpha and an omega… She is having problems gaining control. We are extremely worried… It Was the fact that Ketch bit her he claimed her… LikeLike the proof is right beside the impala… But her emotions she is spiraling. Cas what do you know about this?"
Cas: "her emotional spiral is apart of her alpha side arguing with her omega side, neither side will be at peace till she obeys the laws of the universe that were written out by God himself long before YN existed… she and ketch have to be properly married in the eyes of the holy hosts and consummate their union. Kind of like a royalty thing. This is their destiny, pre arranged by God himself. It cannot be denied. This is her bodies way of saying this needs to happen sooner rather than later." 
Dean:  "so wait your saying that we have to witness them getting married then their consummation…"
Both Sam and Dean were appauled by this thought but were happy at the idea of getting you back to normal… 
The 3 gentlemen went inside the bunker and into the study where they found you and Arthur looking through the lore… 
Dean: "hey sprout can I talk to you for a second.?"
YN:  "of course like privately?" 
Dean nods so you kiss Arthur on the cheek… You follow your brother to his room, where as soon as you enter he shuts the door… you turned around and looked very confusingly at your brother.
YN: “whats wrong D? Your not angry about what happened in training are you? Cause it felt like i was possessed when i was fighting you… like i wasnt in control of my own body..”
Dean: “cas knows how to save you… how you can regain control of your mind, body and emotions.”
YN: “thats great but how do we do that?”
Dean: “well like Sam and Cas are probably explaining to Arthur right now, and i gather that talk may not be going as well as this one… but here it goes… in order for you to be yourself again, you and Arthur have to get married, then consummate the marriage like in royal days where the dignitaries and important people have to witness the consummation… like ASAP…”
Your eyes went wide, but Dean went over to his closet and then pulled out a clothing bag… he lays the clothing bag on his bed and backs up a bit…
Dean: “go ahead sis, take a look… i got it for you as soon as we made this deal with Ketch… i knew you would need it eventually so i was waiting for the right moment to give it to you.”
You opened the bag to reveal a silver column styled one shoulder sequin lace cocktail dress. The side with the shoulder was the one that clearly showed your mark… your eyes went wide, a shocked small shrill of joy fell from your lips, tears of happiness fell from your eyes. You looked at your big brother who was tearing up himself then cleared his throat so he could speak again.
Dean: “YN, every year before now Sammy and i watched you grow into this beautiful young woman… but we know that not telling you about the family gene pool was stupid. But this marriage between you and Arthur was apparently decided by God himself. Which is a load of shit cause it just is, as well as the thought that you are gonna be a married woman… its just so hard… i wish mom and Dad were here to see this, to see the kind of woman you have become… to see you get married. You know they would have gone over board big white wedding type thing… but right now Sam has probably convinced Arthur to call Lady Bevell and request that they be present via skype for this ocassion. Cas is gonna decorate, make this place look more like a castle type setting… suitable for the events… Sam is gonna help Arthur cope with everything… just as im helping you… i know this is alot to process but i promise you, this new journey ahead of you will allow the winchester name and legacy to carry on through you and Arthur. I hope you can understand that once you and Arthur get married you guys arent leaving right away… Arthur wants you to have as much time as you need to adjust to being married before you guys go back to Britain...”
You instantly go over and embrace your brother, he returns your embrace and the moment lasts a few moments then is released…
YN: “thank you… without you and Sam protecting me i dont know what would have happened. I am just glad that i got the 2 best hunters in all of america as my brothers.”
Thats when you heard a knock at the bedroom door… you looked at your brother who then smirked.
YN: “whats going on? Whose at the door?”
Dean: “just go open the door… trust me YN this is needed… let me just grab my monkey suit… or at least the dress shirt…”
You went to the door and opened it to get tackled in a familiar female embrace…
Jo: “getting married huh? And you didnt invite me… good thing mom and i were in the area… we rushed right over here… we also saw bobby in the living room… and rufus and ash has already broken into your fireball whiskey there Dean… he wanted me to tell you that he challenges you to the fireball challenge.”
Dean: “he needs to be careful who he is messing with… ill leave you ladies to get ready… ill shoot a text when its time. Ill also send over your mom to help with anything… and to bring you gals some alcohol.”
Dean takes the shirt that he was gonna wear and leaves out his door closing it behind him… that was when Jo came over to sit on the bed beside you… 
Jo: “i know that look want to tell me why your suddenly getting married…”
YN: “to cut a long story short, my brothers found the colt that was stolen from them years ago, and have obeyed mom and dads wishes by trading me for the colt. They said something about needing the colt for the evil thats coming or that they think is coming or something like that… the guy that im set to marry, his name is Arthur Ketch, he is british, he is muscular hot and an alpha who claimed by alpha/omega ass yea i presented as both and it shocked everyone. It caused me to beat up Dean pretty badly in training earlier. I guess Dean and Sam went to Cas for answers now i have to marry Arthur as soon as possible and have it like a royalty thing where the important people witness the consummation between the wedded couple, cause apparently thats what God had put in the book of Destiny for me and Arthur… Cause thats apparently the only way to take the edge off of what my body is arguing over my alpha side and my omega side are arguing. They are fighting which explains alot now that i think about it.. But one thing isnt clear i dont know what to do… i am not even sure im ready for any of this… its like Dean and Sam arent telling me something and things will end up going wrong. Jo im scared…”
Jo hugs you from the side and fears you are gonna spiral if something happens to Sam and Dean… 
Jo: “this about it this way girl… your brothers love you very much and right now they are just making sure your future is secure and right now its pretty clear that if what you are telling me is true then we need at least 1 drink to help you through all of this.. By the way do you have any lingere…”
You texted Sam to send the bags from the jag with Ellen… Sam replyed with Ellen has already gotten those and is on her way. You and Jo just lay back and stare at the ceiling not daring to believe that there are forces who have control over the destinies of everyone because he wrote them in some sort of imaginary book… 
Jo: “i would be grateful that they at least found you someone hot to marry, i mean all the ones mom has sent my way were fat and ugly.. I couldnt believe they were alphas… i want to marry someone who understands me for me…”
YN: “you know Dean is in love with you right girl… that he has been for a few years now…”
Jo: “i know, he fell in love with me the day he and i danced to REO speedwagon in the roadhouse after hours. I turned him down, i was scared… i didnt want to ruin the friendship we kinda have. I would have told him that day in the roadhouse if mom wasnt picky about who i end up with…”
YN: “Jo as your best friend im gonna say this, i would tell him the truth or just you know kiss him… make him want to claim you… if what he says is true, im achieving what my brothers never could, but you can make this a reality for Dean… just take the risk… dont let your mom no matter how wonderful she is dictate your life. Take charge, we make our own futures…”
You and Jo hugged it out and then went back to admiring your dress… Jo then opened her bag and pulled out the accessories…
Jo: “Dean called me a week ago and warned me to have a few wedding accessories ready for you… he had a feeling that you and Arthur would be married before the end of the month so now lets wait for my mo…”
Before Jo could finish speaking, there was a rap at the door. Jo went and opened it and in came Ellen… 
Ellen: “oh honey you’ve grown so much since we last saw you… but now your getting married oh honey, he seems like a very nice man, but i take it from the rush and the hush hush of the wedding that it is a long and crazy story and a really good explanation behind this…”
YN: “it is a really interesting conversation… ill explain later or you can grill Dean for it… but it would mean alot to me Ellen if you and Jo would help me get ready… to look fabulous for the day my life gets back on track.” 
Both the ladies in that room with you nodded they sat you down in the chair and had you start going through the bags deciding what kind of lingere to wear with the dress, and what to do with your hair and your nails and it was just a blast… then came time for the dress.. This was the moment you, Jo and Ellen had all been waiting for, with your hair and nails done you felt the fabric slide over your skin, the low moan that left your lips was your thought of Arthur and how he felt against you.
Til this second you hadnt looked in the mirror for the nervous feeling that was gripping you tight was far to great. It wasnt till Ellen and Jo stood you in front of the closet mirror with your eyes closed that the nervous feeling kinda subsided.. It went away faster when they revealed to you your reflection in the mirror. 
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You put your hands over your mouth for 2 seconds before moving them down your body… then letting out a low squeal of joy, you spun round in the dress. Ellen and Jo snapping photos from every angle… 
Jo: “that dress is sexy girl!!!”
Ellen: “YN, that dress is hella purty… your brother has good taste…”
YN: “yes it appears he does.. But i dont understand how the hell could he afford this… ive seen this particular dress, it was like super expensive… how did he afford this…”
Ellen: “your brother went and entered a blackjack tourney while on a hunt… Sam was investigating while Dean was cleaning house.. He used a luck charm he got from a psychic named Pamela Barnes. He said that it was the most he had ever won… but he said that he wanted to put the money away for something for you… something of a peace offering for putting your life and training through hell and back.”
Your eyes went wide, you knew your brother was a gambling shark but to hear that Dean changed his direction while on a hunting trip, just to make enough money to ensure your own happiness. 
You were unsure of how to respond… You were now helping Jo do her hair and do her dress up as you girls had done for ages on many numerous occasions. 
YN: "my brother strayed from a hunt, just to make money to secure my happiness… Why would he do that? Hunting is more important than my happiness."
Dean who had been standing in the door way, stepped into the room and spoke. 
Dean: "cause you are the most important thing in my life. Being your big brother I wanted to make ensure that your future would be secure even after Sam and I were gone. We could not let you have the Winchester curse of swindling and card scams and and and… I know your still skeptical on marrying Arthur, but right now I can tell you this, the way that it looks out there and then way you look sis, this day is your day. Today is your inheritance. Today is your beginning to do and accomplish what Sam and I have never been able to… I know we were tough on you, but that was out way of protecting you. Anyway I'm here to escort you down the aisle sis. They are ready when you are…"
YN: "Jo Ellen can you guys give me a few moments alone with my brother?" 
Both ellen and Jo left the room, this left you and Dean alone. 
Dean: "you look exquisite in that dress sis! I knew I made the right choice."
YN: "I hope someone else sees it that way. I know you are happy for me, but someone in the universe set this, my destiny in motion many a year ago.. Dean I don't blame you or Sam for hiding the truth, I just wish I would have known about what was gonna happen to me. I love you bro, both you and Sam are the most important things to me. I'm so glad you guys are here to be with me on my wedding day. But bro be honest with me now, what danger is so important that you guys made this deal for the colt."
Dean: "There is a darkness that is descending upon the world. It's so bad that we figure having the colt not knowing what we are up against is a good idea. We also figure we can teach you how to hunt like a Winchester and secure your future before we get caught up in this war… This marriage is both your safe haven and your security. Both yours and Arthur's names are the emergency fail safes on the lease for the impala and the storage container, Bobby's yard!/house, the roadhouse and of course the bunker. Should me and Sam no longer be around to do anything concerning any of those places or it's people we had you guys put down. There are also forms for you both to sign regarding the Winchester wills mine and Sam's if this battle with the darkness goes south all we have is yours and Arthur's."
Sam walks in a few moments later and let's off a whistle… 
Sam: "my God sis you look amazing!"
Dean:  "doesn't she just look purty! Is everyone ready?" 
Sam nods… 
Sam:  "yes and everyone is waiting on YN… TheyThey sent me back to find out what's happening?" 
Dean looks at you and you turn away so your brothers don't see you cry… But they didn't leave, instead they came up behind you and hugged you… This moment was when you just let the tears fall… both your brothers had you in a group hug, you felt so blessed to have brothers that cared enough to protect you like this. 
YN: "thank you for being the best big brothers I could ever have asked for." 
Both Sam and Dean sniffle but when you guys broke the hug Sam went back to the door and smiled. 
Sam: "see you out there shortly…" 
You straightened out and turned to your brother who was holding his arm toward you. 
Dean: "ready to do this step sis?" 
YN: "so long as you don't let me fall bro…" 
Dean: "you won't fall not so long as I'm holding onto you." 
You stook his arm as Dean sent a message to start the music, through the hall you could hear the start of So Close by John McLaughlin… Then you rounded the corner with Dean just as the crowd turned to see you. 
The one set of eyes you locked yours into was Arthurs your only saving grace was those blue eyes making your body feel weak, but making you feel like you wanted to jump him right then right there. 
The only thing you were focusing on right then were his eyes, Dean was making sure you didn't fall, he knew your eyes were locked to Arthur's but he also was the one thing keeping you from falling.. 
Reaching the end of the aisle Dean stood there beside you with Sam on the other side of you. 
The ceremony then went something like this: 
Castiel: "friends and honored guests both in person and on the internet, welcome to the wedding of YN Winchester and Arthur Ketch, who gives this woman to be with this man." 
Dean and Sam: "we do.." 
Castiel: "will one of you place her hand in his and say repeat after me.." 
Dean allowed Sam to do this part since Dean brought you down the aisle… Sam took your left hand and placed it in Arthurs… Castiel got ready to speak again… 
Castiel: "do you promise Swearing in good faith to release this young woman into the care of this man whose heart now captivates the heart of your dear sister here? Do you also swear not to take for granted the life you and Dean gave your sister to live even if you were concealing the truth from her.? You may now say your vow on behalf of you and your brother. " 
Sam: "YN, we concealed the truth from you as per to our parents wishes, but we made the decision to not tell you the truth when you technically came of age again. Cause you were so happy just training with us and helping us do research. We didn't want to burden you with the hunters curse information and make you worry. So on profession of our good faith and trust, do so release our sister YN into her marriage to Arthur Ketch. We also swear not to take the life we let her lead for granted cause in the end of it we were just protecting her for the sake of our parents will. We love you so much biscuit, we hope you can be happy enough to allow the Winchester legacy to continue ever more through you."
To hear your brother say those words made you start to cry as Sam placed a kiss to your cheek, he then backed away and left you with Arthur at the alter. Castiel continued. 
Castiel: "very well… marriage in the eyes of God and the hosts is how the love we give is the love we receive. Marriage is how what we are here to celebrate today… The bond that unites the souls of YN and Arthur is the same bond that unites an alpha with their omega… No manner of being is powerful enough to break that bond, Not even God himself. Now before we exchange rings and vows does anyone object to this union?"
No one spoke up so Cas continued… 
Castiel: "it's time for the rings and the vows. When your ready Arthur you can place the ring on YNs left hand and say the vows you have for her."
Arthur takes the ring places it on your finger and begins to speak. 
Arthur:  "my beautiful YN, my angel, my beauty to my beast. I love how much you have meant to me these last few hours. I know that learning the truth has not been easy for you, but knowing your now my claimed Omega had put my life back on track. Now i feel whole, for the first time in my life i have clarity and now i have a bright bright future. I love you so much my love. You are my new guiding star which i promise to love, cherish, honor, protect and care for for the rest of my natural life… i promise to uphold the basic deeds and to share the responsibilities of a husband. Neither of us ever have to walk the life of a hunter alone again.”
You felt the cool band on your finger and picked up his and did the same thing he just did to you.
YN: “Arthur, for years i was subjected to the protection of my brothers brought on by my parents wish left in their will. I now know my own strength has been within me this entire time. My sheer force of will was shown when i was training earlier it was like i had another person inside of me fighting to get out. But you brought me back from the edge of disaster, you brought me out of the dark. For that I will ever more be grateful. From hence forth I swear to protect, love, cherish, honor, respect, and care for you for the rest of our lives. I hope one day in the future when we have a family of our own, we will not make the mistake of hiding this from our kids. That we will tell them the truth no matter the consequences. I love you Arthur, always and forever!"
Castiel continued speaking for it was now time to sign the papers and do the heavenly blessing. 
Castiel: "now it's time for our couple to come over here to sign the marriage papers for both Britain and USA. Legalities are a pain in the ass. Please wait patiently while they sign these documents."
Both you and Arthur went to the table off to the side to sign the papers, after a total of 15 signatures on 6 different documents, you both took place once more in front of Cas in front of the crowd.
Castiel: “now as an Angel of the Lord, i am honored to bestow the heavenly blessing on these two…”
At that moment the room kinda darkened as Cas began to speak again.
Castiel: “By the powers of Heaven and its hosts i honorably bestow to thee the blessings written for thee in the book of knowing, that by the book all things are written so they shall be… this couple in the book of heaven has the following to be bestowed to them this day: Fertility, wisdom, strength, faith and many more. The will of the almighty who wrote the book is that you both live the life you have together and never let anything stand between you. On that note, it is my esteemed honor to introduce to you for the first time Mr and Mrs Arthur and YN Ketch. Arthur you may now kiss your bride.”
The entire room was exploding with applause. You giggled as Arthur pulled you square to his chest and kissed you passionately. Camera lights snapped and cheering errupted. The kiss lasted for a few moments. 
Then came the first dance… you of course had danced before but not like this… not at something celebrating you, of course dancing now with Arthur, your husband (geez that was gonna take some getting used to), making out a bit on the dancefloor. Was the highlight of your evening. 
Then the time for you and Arthur to give a speech was up… after the speeches that Sam, Dean, and Jo gave you and Arthur couldnt possibly do any worse.
Arthur: “thank you all so much for supporting us. I know i havent known all of you for that long but now having married one person who is most important to many of you im sure we will become good friends in no time at all.”
YN: “i have a couple of thank yous to give out… the first one is to Castiel, thanks Cas for directing the ceremony and for the decoration this is really spectacular. The next thank you goes to my best friend Jo, you are like my sister thank you for helping me get ready for this eventful evening which is why i have to also tie this thank you in with the one i have for Dean… would the both of you just make a move already… i have heard both ends of your love story for both sides… Bro would you do me a favor and kiss her already… i know this is my day but that doesnt mean you cant take 5 seconds and tell Jo how you really feel about her… plus i want to see you happy Bro… oh and Dean thank you for everything from introducing us earlier this day to getting me a dress ahead of time and all the other details in there… im sorry for being such a pain in the ass little sister. I hope you find some happiness with Jo… honestly you guys deserve to be happy with eachother. And finally to my husband, Arthur what i said in my vows, I remembered what happened in the garage it honestly terrified me… i cant believe i almost hurt you… but you claiming me brought me out of the dark and back to the light. I cant begin to imagine what that must have been like for you. And i know you and i have growing to do as a couple, i look forward to the day when we can look back on the events of this day from our meeting till now and see the journey of a thousand miles in one simple day. So thank you for being my kryptonite…”
Arthur: “on top of those thank yous i would also like to thank Sam and Dean for helping to raise such a feisty young woman, i am honored to call you two brother.”
Castiel steps up again and a kind of silent ish bell chimes.
Castiel: “its time for the consummation… those who were told ahead of time to witness this please follow us now but those that were not please enjoy the festivites as they do continue. The bar is fully stocked please enjoy your time.”
Arthur and You went followed by 10 other people to your room. Where it now looked like that of what would be in a palace. Arthur of course carried you over the threshhold and gently set you back on your feet as the crowd poured in watching as the following took place:
Arthur helping to undo your dress
You helping Arthur out of his shirt and unbuckling his pants, watching as he pushed them off.
Arthur then laying you down on the bed, diving himself between your legs his eyes locked to your own. His hard cock positioned at the entrance to your pussy.
Arthur: “just focus on me… no one else here matters right now. Its you and me right now. This is about us… ill go slow…”
YN: “i trust you…”
Arthur kissed you passionately as he thrust his hard cock into your pussy at the same time. 
You could feel the darkness melting into a corner, you felt comfortable, you felt normal… that feeling was the feeling of you coming into the powers of both your Alpha and Omega sides blending. 
*epilogue*
Twas the next morning that you both woke up to a knock at the door. Covering up you both stayed in bed cuddling…
Arthur: “enter.”
Dean enters the room and clears his throat…
Dean: “Sam and i were gonna go on those hunts later if you guys are interested in joining. Believe me when i say that these hunts are gonna be amazing. Cas already took on the ghost… which is fine… that leave the fun stuff for us 4 to deal with. What do you guys say?”
Arthur looked down at you and you looked up at him, then both of you back at your brothers.
Arthur: “sounds like a family hunting trip… hows about it babe? Ready to hunt!”
YN: “saving people, hunting things, it truly is the family business… when do we leave?”
Arthur reaches beside the bed and into his bag pulling out a box and tossing it to Dean. Dean opens it and brings it over to show you… The Colt.
Arthur: “as promised Brother here is the colt back now in your possession.”
~thats all folks~
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Destiel Chronicles
(Vol. XI)
It was a love story, from the very beginning.
Ally... Protector... Best friend... And something else... (Part II)
Hello my friends! How were you? Are you enjoying the hiatus?
I'm bringing you another meta from my Destiel Chronicles, this time is the second part of this one...
I want to mention my friend @agusvedder because she made the gifs of this meta and she discussed the episodes with me. Thank you girl!
Now, let's start this...
Best friend (second part)
In this second part I want to talk with you about 5x08 "Changing channels" and the way Dean was so worried about Cas...
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Immediately after Castiel disappeared, and reappeared in the sit com, Dean is the first in asking...
DEAN: You okay?
CASTIEL: I don't have much time.
SAM: What happened?
CASTIEL: I got out.
DEAN: From where?
CASTIEL: Listen to me. Something is not right. This thing is much more powerful than it should be.
DEAN: What thing—the Trickster?
CASTIEL: If it is a trickster.
Gabriel interrupted, and Cas is pushed against the wall, he recognized his brother but Gabriel sent him far away.
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Again, the first one asking for CAS, is Dean.
DEAN: Where did you just send him?
TRICKSTER: Relax, he'll live. ...Maybe.
But Dean can't stop worrying about his best friend, when they arrived to a motel, thinking they get rid from tvland, Dean is the one, again, who's worried about Cas.
DEAN: I'm worried, man. What that SOB did to Cas. You know, where is he?
When they were talking in the car, Dean was worried too bc he thought the Trickster knew Cas, and that made him feel uneasy...
That's why when they figured out the Trickster was an Angel, and they captured him, and Gabriel revealed his identity, the first thing Dean wanted to know is about Cas.
DEAN: Well, first of all, you're gonna bring Cas back from wherever you stashed him.
GABRIEL: Oh am I.
DEAN: Yeah. Or we're going to dunk you in some holy oil and deep-fry ourselves an archangel.
GABRIEL snaps his fingers. CASTIEL appears.
DEAN: Cas, you okay?
CASTIEL: I'm fine. Hello, Gabriel.
So when you watch Changing Channels, you can see how Dean was worried about Can sthe whole episode. Asking him twice if he was ok.
That's what friends do, isn't? Or... Maybe more than friends??
But to finish this best friend second part, I wanted to share with you this scene...
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This scene is from 5x03, is the last scene between CAS and Dean, I think Dean was honest here, and I want you to keep Dean's words in your mind, because he really enjoyed this first hunt alone with CAS, he is saying here he is happy... The same thing he said to CAS when they went out from that place where Dean tried to make Castiel to lose his virginity.
But... I think Cas felt a little offended, bc Dean called him "And you are not that much fun." And Castiel face is like "What did you just say?" 🤣 And he flew away immediately.
And something else...
Immediately after episode 5x03, the first hunt together, and Dean trying to flirt with CAS... We were introduced to 5x04 "The end".
In that episode we know Zachariah made Dean traveling time to see the consequences of his acts... An apocalyptic word ruled by Lucifer inside Sam. Maybe another way to manipulate Dean, and maybe everything was a lie. But, and I know, there's a lot of metas written about how in that hypothetical future, Dean and Castiel were lovers. And I believe that too. I won't talk exhaustively about that, because as I said before, there's a lot of metas talking about this. I just wanted to point two things that called my attention and made me think DEAN AND CAS WERE LOVERS in this alternate future.
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This "stretching" Castiel does knowing Dean was watching, is very suggestive and very seductive. He did it on purpose, in a attempt to seduce Dean.
After this, the second big scene that showed us, Castiel is different from the others to Dean, and not just Dean from the future, but our Dean, was this dialogue.
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Our Dean separates friends from CAS. Because he knows Cas is different, because CAS is "something else" for him, so it has to be for future Dean too. Another thing Dean knew from himself... Like the pink panties...
And what about made Cas angry? After 5x03 in which we saw how Dean made Cas almost prayed for him to accept helping him, he keeps enjoying make him mad...
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Look at that expression in Dean's face, he is enjoying listen Castiel be so grumpy about the call. I swear Dean is thinking Castiel is cute.
Let's jump now to episode 5x10. We had a very interesting phone call between Dean and Cas, and Sam as witness...
DEAN: Going down? Right. Okay, Huggy Bear, just don't lose him.
SAM turns to look at DEAN.
CASTIEL: I won't lose him.
Here, Dean calling Cas huggy bear??? Weird, and is weird bc Sam turns around to see his brother with a WTF? Face... Yep... He just called Cas a huggy bear. Something cute.
But this won't finish here... We need to make another jump, this time to episode 5x16 "Dark side of the moon." Remember that episode when Dean and Sam dies and went to Heaven? And remember what Dean was wearing in one of his memories?
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DEAN: Kind of trippy, right?
SAM: Yeah. (Sam looks at Dean’s shirt.) More trippy. Um. Apparently, you ‘wuv hugs’.
Dean covers his T-shirt.
DEAN: Shut up.
So Dean... You wuv hugs from a huggy bear??? 😏💕
But that's not the only thing that happened in that episode that gave us juicy subtext for "more than friends" plot...
When Dean approached to Baby, Castiel contacted him by the radio. I mean... Cas contacted Dean and not Sam...
Dean leans in the driver’s side window.
DEAN: Cas?
CASTIEL: (on radio) Yeah, it’s me.
Dean gets back in the car.
And Dean said something very interesting...
DEAN: You gotta stop poking around in my dreams. I need some me time.
And he says this with shame in his face... Yes people, CAS ENTERED IN DEAN'S DREAMS SO OFTEN THAT DEAN HAD TO SAY THIS!!!!!!!!
How many times Cas entered in Dean's dreams?? We will never know...
And talking about dreams... Let's make another jump to 5x13, Dean was dreaming this...
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People... You are going to love this... My friend Agus pointed it to me and I just lost my mind...
First of all there's a demon... Then the angel arrives and the Anna... Is that correct? Ok...
The demon in red is Anna right now, why? Bc Anna was the bad girl here, trying to kill Sam and then Mary... But who's the angel that surprised Dean??? Mhm... Cas.
And Anna just appearing with color red on his head. Like ... Did you get the message? 😏
To conclude:
I know there's a lot in this season that talked about Dean and Castiel's friendship, but there was a lot of subtext too that showed us that they weren't just friends... There was always this exciting dynamic between them, this eye fucking and this flirting mostly coming from Dean. It was new for him, and at first, he felt this was like a game. At the same time he was discovering Castiel's loyalty and protection over them, and his irresistible cuteness as part of his personality. Enjoying his grumpy side too.
Dean discovered in "The end" that those "confusing feelings" had lead them to a relationship... But to a huge change in his friend too.
I will be talking about how they shared their "daddy issues" and how this affected both of them in the upcoming chronicles, if you are thinking I'm missing Castiel's search for God... I'm keeping that bc is so related to Dean's decision for saying yes to Michael.
I hope you like this and I will see you in the next chronicle!
😘💕💕
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Paradigm Shift
Characters: Kenny Omega x OFC x Jon Moxley (fka Dean Ambrose)
Summary: In the cold war between WWE and AEW, Hannah McMahon has a foot in both worlds: she's climbing the ranks in her father's company while also dating Kenny Omega. But as more disgruntled wrestlers leave WWE for AEW - including a certain lunatic fringe - Hannah faces an impossible choice: fight for her family or for love?
Note: Featuring my OFC, Hannah McMahon. Takes place within the same universe as a couple other fics I wrote over on FanFiction. I’ll be cross-posting this over there, as well.
Part 1/?
Chapter One: Cheaper Than Therapy
Sunday, April 21, 2019 Davenport, Iowa
“Alright, alright—everyone raise your glasses!” The table grew quiet as Colby called for attention, and everyone reverently raised their shot glasses and drinks in toast. “I’ll try to keep this short and sweet,” he started. “Tonight was The Shield’s Final Chapter, and I’m not gonna lie: it’s bittersweet. When The Shield debuted at Survivor Series 2012, in those god-awful turtlenecks, I had no idea that it would become one of the greatest stables in WWE history and, in my very biased opinion, all of wrestling. Those first two original years not only shaped who I am as a wrestler and person, but gave me a sister and two brothers in Hannah, Joe, and Jon. And no matter what we’re going through or where we’re working, I know they’ll always have my back, and I’ll always have theirs.
“So here’s to Jon, who’s going off to greener pastures. We wish you nothing but success in all your future endeavors. And here’s to The Shield, the greatest faction this side of DX.”
“To The Shield!” the table proclaimed, and after clinking glasses with everyone around her Hannah McMahon kicked back her shot. She twitched unpleasantly as the Jack Daniel’s burned down her throat; it’d been awhile since she’d drank hard liquor, but tonight called for it.
Just over an hour ago in front of less than 12,000 fans in Moline, Illinois, The Shield had wrestled their final match. Hannah had fought back tears as she’d raised Seth, Roman, and Dean’s arms in the ring for the last time; truly, it had felt as if she were closing not just a chapter, but an entire book in the anthology of her life. The Shield was what had brought her to WWE TV after years of refusing to become an onscreen character. It had been her creative outlet for all her backstage frustrations; it had molded her philosophy on the business; it had made her a stronger person, both in front of and behind the camera. It had given her love; it had given her pain. And even though the show had been a beautiful send-off for the group, it would take more than just a final match for Hannah and the rest of them to adequately close that chapter. So here they all were, just over the Mississippi River in Davenport, Iowa, where they could all pour one out for The Shield at Colby’s favorite hometown haunt.
“Hannah! What do you want? I’m buying.”
She snapped out of her reverie at the sound of Baron Corbin’s voice. Most of the other wrestlers on the card had come out to celebrate—either because they were good friends with Colby, Joe, and Jon, or just because they enjoyed a good time. “Oh, I’m good,” she said with a shake of her head. “I’m gonna head out here in a little bit.”
“What?” Joe whipped his head around when he heard that. “Six and a half years of history and you’re only gonna have one shot? I’m disappointed, Hannah. As I recall, the very first time we went out drinking together you rode a mechanical bull on Bourbon Street.”
Bayley’s eyes lit up at that. “Are you serious?! Okay, I have to hear this story.”
“No, you really don’t,” Hannah interrupted before Joe could elaborate. “All you need to know is it was Bourbon Street. And a lot has changed in six and a half years, Joe.”
“Yeah,” Fergal—a.k.a. Finn Balor—said from next to Hannah. “Now instead of staying out drinking with us she wants to get to the hotel so she can have phone sex with Kenny.”
Everyone within earshot either gaped in shock or burst out laughing. Hannah backhanded Fergal’s shoulder. “We don’t have phone sex!” she proclaimed in disgust.
“Bullshit. You two’ve kept up a long-distance relationship for over a year, you must be doing something.”
Hannah’s entire face burned bright red. What she did behind closed doors with her boyfriend was no one’s business. “Well, you’re an asshole, and I think I’ll take that drink now.”
“That-a girl,” Joe grinned.
“I’ll get it,” Fergal said in consolation as he got up from the table. “You know I’m just teasing you, Hannah.”
“Uh huh,” she muttered; but when he returned with her favorite beer all was forgiven.
The night continued on, friends and colleagues reminiscing about the past and wondering about the future, and one by one people closed their tabs and headed out to the next town, until there were only a handful left at the bar. It was nearing midnight when Hannah finally decided she should hit the road herself.
“Are you sure you don’t want to crash at my place?” Colby asked as she stood from the table. “My guest room is only 20 minutes away.”
“Thanks but no thanks. I’m gonna let you two,” she suggestively wagged her finger between Colby and Becky, “have the house to yourselves. Besides, you know I like my midnight drives. They’re cheaper than therapy.”
“That I do know,” Colby grinned. “Come here.” He wrapped her up in a hug, and suddenly Hannah felt tears pricking at the back of her eyes again. While her relationship with each of the guys in The Shield were unique and special in their own way, her friendship with Colby was beyond. Colby was her brother, her partner in crime both on and off-screen, and the best friend she’d ever had. Now that The Shield was officially disbanded, she didn’t know if they’d ever get to work together on TV again—and, deep down, that was what really got her.
“Okay, I’m gonna start crying again,” she forced a smile as she pulled away and wiped her eyes. “I gotta get out of here.” She turned to Becky and gave her a warm hug. “See you at the next one.”
“Drive safe, alright?” Becky said. “Send us a text when you get to the hotel.”
“I will,” she said, and with another wave she went up to the bar to settle her tab. Jon was there ordering another drink. “Planning on closing the place down?” she asked.
He sent her a crooked smirk. “When have you ever known me to do anything else, Hannah?”
“Fair point. Renee’s driving, I hope?”
“Yeah, but we got a hotel here. She’ll go to Des Moines in the morning.”
Hannah gave a silent nod as she handed the bartender her card just as the other barkeep set Jon’s drink in front of him; but he didn’t make a move to take it. He just stood there, watching her.
“What?” Hannah finally asked.
“You know I’m going to AEW, right?”
The bluntness of his tone caught her off-guard, but the statement itself didn’t. “Please,” she dismissed. “Of course I know you’re going to AEW. What kind of dumb fucking question is that?”
They locked eyes across the bar—and then both let out a wry laugh. “That was a dumb fucking question, wasn’t it?” Jon grinned.
“It really fucking was.”
Their shared smile lasted a few seconds longer, but soon enough a lull fell between them, as it always inevitably did. Over the years there’d been far too many words left unsaid, and they’d pooled up like a vast gulf separating shores. When the bartender brought Hannah her receipt, she all but jumped to sign her name and split. But then Jon said something that really did catch her off-guard.
“I’m gonna miss you, Hannah. Really. You always stood up for me.”
Hannah fiddled with the pen in her fingers. “Well, I just wanted you to be happy and succeed. Same as I want for everyone in this company. And I’m sorry it didn’t work out. For you in WWE, I mean,” she quickly added.
Jon flashed that smirk again. “No worries, boss. We had a good run.”
Crimson involuntarily blossomed across Hannah’s cheeks. Knowing Jon, he’d fully intended the double entendre behind that statement. She scribbled her name on the receipt. “Well, I’m heading out—”
“Hannah! Are you leaving?”
Hannah momentarily closed her eyes at the sound of Renee’s peppy voice. She really needed to go. “Yeah, I gotta get to Des Moines. I think I need the drive to unpack tonight, honestly.”
“Oh my God, I know,” Renee empathetically intoned. “The Shield was like your wrestling coming of age story!”
“That’s… actually a really good way of putting it,” Hannah agreed.
“Well, even though tonight was the end of something special I’m excited to see what you’ll do down in NXT. I really think the show will benefit from having you as GM.”
Hannah couldn’t help the puzzled look that crossed her face. Why did Renee have to be so nice? It would be so much easier to just ignore her if she wasn’t so nice. “Thanks, Renee. That means a lot.”
Suddenly her phone buzzed in her hand—it was a text from Kenny. “Gah, I really should go,” she said, and after a second’s hesitation she gave Renee an awkward hug goodbye. She turned to Jon. “Good luck, Moxley,” she quipped; and before she knew what was happening, he pulled her into a hug.
Every muscle in her body tensed. It’d been what felt like a lifetime since they’d touched like this. It was something foreign that had once been familiar, and that made it all the worse. “Maybe I’ll see you around,” he said into her ear. It sent goosebumps down Hannah’s neck, and she had to pull away.
“See you tomorrow,” she said to Renee, and she walked as quickly as she could out of the bar and to the illuminated parking lot where her rental sat. She dialed Kenny as soon as she climbed into the SUV. He answered on the third ring.
“Hey, baby.”
Hannah relaxed back into the driver’s seat. Hearing Tyson’s soft voice floating through the speaker immediately put her at ease. “Hey. You haven’t been up waiting on me, have you?”
“Well, technically not; I’m up playing video games. But you know I can’t sleep until I know you’ve made it to the next stop.”
“I know,” she said apologetically. “I’m leaving Davenport now; I should be in Des Moines in about two and a half hours. I honestly probably should have left here an hour ago.”
“Why?” he sounded surprised. “Is everything okay?”
She sighed. “Yeah. Tonight was just… emotional. The Shield was like my version of Bullet Club or The Elite, you know? And now it’s over.”
“I know. But it was time. You’ve all outgrown it, and now you’re each going on to do more amazing things. And from now until the end of time everyone will look back at The Shield as the thing that first put four incredible performers on the map.”
Hannah’s smile risked splitting her face in two. God, she was in love with this man. “How do you always know exactly what to say?”
“It’s a preternatural gift, I can’t explain it.”
“Well, thank you. And you’re right. But nostalgia’s a hell of a drug.”
“That it is. But don’t you worry; in two more days I’ll put you through a strict detox program.”
Hannah bit her lip at the thought. After SmackDown’s show in Lincoln, Nebraska on Tuesday she’d make the short two-hour flight to Winnipeg to spend a few days with Tyson before she had to be back on the road Friday. That was how they’d managed their time together ever since he’d left NJPW in January: splitting their free days between his place in Canada and hers in Connecticut, or wherever was most convenient. It could be stressful at times, and Hannah lived out of a suitcase—but it was the same for any other pro wrestler who maintained a relationship with someone outside the business. The only difference was that Tyson was in the business; he just worked for a different company. A rival company. But they both chose not to think about that.
“Oh really? And what will you prescribe, Dr. Omega?”
“I have a few pretty intense regimens planned,” he said, and Hannah couldn’t help herself—she let out a laugh. “What?”
“Back at the bar Fergal accused me of wanting to leave early so I could go have phone sex with you. I told him we don’t do that, but this is sure starting to sound like it.”
“Please, this is barely phone foreplay. Besides, Fergal doesn’t have any room to throw stones about phone sex.”
“Yeah, don’t wanna know,” Hannah quickly said. “But I’ll be counting down the days until Tuesday. I’m excited to finally get to spend some time with you in Winnipeg again. I feel bad that you’ve mostly been the one traveling to see me the last month.”
She could almost hear him shaking his head through the phone. “Don’t. You’ve been really busy and I haven’t. And if the roles were reversed, I know you’d travel to see me.”
“I would,” she said, and in that moment her heart swelled with joy. She was so lucky to have found someone as understanding and supportive as Tyson. It made all the difference. “Well, I’m on the highway now, so I’ll let you get back to your game. I’ll text you when I get to the hotel.”
“Ok. Drive safe and listen to loud music.”
“I will. I love you.”
“I love you too, baby.”
Hannah ended the call, her soul a million times lighter. She turned up the radio and focused on the road ahead, the past in the rearview mirror. As she’d told Colby, midnight drives were cheaper than therapy.
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The Last Fairy on Earth - Chap 2
Winx AU, Clizzy & Others
Chapter 2: Welcome to Magix
Read on AO3
Clary has found a new friend, Izzy, and together they will make lots of discoveries. Mysterious creatures threaten Izzy, the fairy of the Sun and Moon. She knows how to defend herself. But she should be thankful for Clary’s help. Could she be a fairy too? We’ll find out at Alfea, the school for fairies.
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Clary and Izzy walked out of the forest and into a clear space that seemed to surround the walls of the castle. Around them, young women were appearing out of nowhere, their suitcases in hand. On the side, there was a tall metallic column, upon which a great M was inscribed. A bus seemed to be parked on the side of the column.
Clary didn’t know exactly how, but something about this place made her feel at peace, comfortable. It was familiar in a way. She had made the good choice by coming here, she thought to herself. At least she hoped so.
Izzy was still holding her hand, and she led her through the gates of the school, a large pink archway with two wing-like doors that seemed to be open wide for all students to walk in. The girls around them were beautiful and fashionable, Clary noticed. She also noticed it was mostly women that seemed to attend the school.
“Are there no guys?”
Izzy shrugged. “Fairy powers usually occur in women. We don’t really know why, but you’ll find there are only a few boys at the school, or as fairies, around the realms. Men with magic usually follow wizard studies, or paladin ones. That’s the traditional thing to do, I guess.” She explained.
Clary hummed. There was an interesting idea of gender roles going on in this realm. It was for sure interesting. She would ask around for more about that. For now, she focused on the luminous courtyard they had walked through.
It was beautiful, with comfortable-looking stone benches, a big fountain decorated with an art-deco metallic structure, and emerald-colored grass.
"This place is gorgeous," she whispered. The deep pine green of the forest bled out into the grass outside of the gate, but not this one. The only reason Kiko wasn’t already running after the butterflies that flew around the courtyard was because he was scared of the new surroundings, and stuck close to Clary’s side.
Izzy had let go of her hand and was looking at her with a smile. Clary wondered if she felt like that too, after walking into the castle. For some reason, Izzy seemed to be used to it.
Next to the fountain, a tall man with blonde hair and some interesting scars on his cheeks was going through a list. He was wearing dark teal blue dress pants and waistcoat over a white shirt with rolled-up sleeves and a couple of unbuttoned buttons. A young woman Clary’s age was standing in front of him, and looking very nervous.
"What is your name, young lady?" the man asked.
Clary turned to Izzy for a moment. “Who is that man?”
“That’s Hodge Starkweather, Head of Discipline,” Izzy explained with a shrug. “He looks like he doesn’t have a heart, but I think it’s in there somewhere.”
The young woman that was being interrogated by the Head of Discipline mumbled her name. "El... Eleanor of Delona. I... I sent my registration form a few..."
"Alright,” Starkweather cut in, “let’s see if your name appears on the list. Eleanor, Eleanor. Are you nervous, young lady?"
Clary realized what was happening immediately and turned to Izzy. “We’re going to have a problem. I’m not on the list. I didn’t register, I didn’t even know about this place until yesterday.” She could feel everything crumbling down around her. She’d left her home, she’d left everything and now she was going to get booted out of what she’d chosen to leave her life behind for.
She could feel some sort of panic attack arriving and she did not want to have one in front of everyone, in this place, where she was going to get rejected at anyway.
“Yes, you are on the list,” Izzy shrugged. “At least somehow. I have thought of everything, my dear. The Princess of Callisto was supposed to come here this year, but she changed her mind for some reason.” She pulled an envelope out of her pocket. It was a little crumpled already, and the light that came out of Izzy’s hand and started burning it ensured it wouldn’t be readable. “She gave me a letter to give to the Headmistress. I just won’t give it to her, that’s all. Anyway, no one here knows the Princess of Callisto, she’s never really left her realm. Her parents are some of the kind that inspire fairytales about imprisoned princesses."
Clary was a bit gobsmacked. She hadn’t been expecting this from Izzy, who seemed so regal and princess-like. Now she was expecting her to lie about her identity, take someone else’s name and spot, and not care about it.
"And you want me to take her place? Come on, Izzy, we’re being dishonest here."
Izzy shrugged again and looked at her. “It’s nothing. No one will care. Besides,  it’s too late to turn back now. Do you want this, or not?”
Clary barely had time to say yes or no before she and Izzy were standing in front of Hodge Starkweather. He was taller than her for sure, with serious blue eyes. She couldn’t help but stare at the crescent-shaped scars on his cheekbones for a second.
“Good morning, Mr. Starkweather," Izzy said with a sunny smile.
The man raised an eyebrow and looked at her. "Well, if it isn’t Princess Isabelle of Solaria,” he said in a tired and sarcastic tone. Clary was starting to believe that, at school, Izzy was much wilder than when she was in full princess mode. “I never thought I’d see you back here. After what happened last year, I’m surprised you’ve chosen to grace us with your presence... once again."
Clary’s gut feeling was right.
Izzy shrugged nonchalantly. "I don’t give up that easily you know."
The man almost rolled his eyes at her before turning back to Clary. "Right and who’s your friend?" Clary swallowed and stared back at him, trying to stay as calm as she could and not let transpire that she wasn’t supposed to be there.
"The Princess of Callisto,” Izzy introduced.
Hodge Starkweather looked through the list. "The Princess of Callisto? Hmmm…” For a few excruciatingly long seconds, he seemed to struggle with finding her name. “Ah! Varanda Callisto." He finally exclaimed.
"Yeah, that’s me."
Starkweather nodded and checked something on the list. "You two may come through. Next!"
Clary carefully kept herself from running towards the other accepted fairies. She needed to play it cool. Somehow, she already felt like it wasn’t going to last for very long. She wasn’t good at lying, and she wasn’t comfortable with what she’d just done. When they realized she was a fraud, they would expel her, and then she would have nowhere to go.
“So… what happened last year?" Clary asked curiously.
Izzy had a bit of a guilty look on her face before she shook her head and waved her hand around, dismissing the question. "Ugh! It was nothing, Mr. Starkweather loves to dramatize."
As they walked towards a small gathering of students, Izzy left her for a moment and went to say hi to a few people she knew. She was back soon and they chatted, waiting for… something? Clary wasn’t sure what but she was following Izzy’s direction, since she seemed to be doubling this year.
After a moment, Hodge Starkweather cleared his throat and gathered everyone in a group in front of the entrance. Clary quickly looked around her and counted everyone that was there. They were 36, and she was guessing they were all first years.
"This school will be your home for at least the next three years,” Starkweather started, standing tall with his hands behind his back. “But it doesn’t mean that you get to do everything you want. I trust that you were all educated with some sort of discipline and sense of restriction, and things will not be different here. The rules of this institution are based on discipline. Disregard these rules and I’ll personally escort you to the front gate.”
The threat resounded in the silent courtyard and Clary could feel herself falter a little. She was lying about her identity, for sure this would cost her her spot here the second they realized what was going on. She sent Izzy a look, and the dark-haired fairy winked at her in reply. Clary didn’t know if she was reassured by that.
Starkweather continued. “This is not a magician’s school. You’re not here to learn hocus-pocus. We expect our future Guardian Fairies to be responsible and mature. Consequently, you may not use your powers in the hallways or other common areas. In fact, the only place you may display your powers is in your classroom under teacher supervision,” he explained. He then turned to Izzy and gave her a pointed look. “Is that clear, Princess Isabelle? Thanks to you and your antics, the Potion laboratory will not be accessible until the next month at the earliest. Now, I think you know what not to do, if you wish to stay.”
Clary looked at her friend. Izzy was a bit flushed, seemingly from embarrassment at being put on the spot this way. So it really seemed like Izzy was much wilder and likely to cause trouble than she had looked like before. Clary found that she liked that.
"You did that?" Clary asked, whispering.
Izzy shrugged, but it was obvious she was trying to disguise her guilt and shame under a careless and tough attitude. "So? My father paid for all the damages."
Clary opened her mouth to reply to her but there was a clearing of throat. "Sorry, I’m late, I hope you’ll excuse me."
A group of four people were walking towards them. At the head of it, the woman who had spoken was radiating wisdom and confidence. She was Black, her hair styled in an afro, and she looked powerful. With her was a dark-haired woman with glasses and a beautiful up-do, a tall man with horns, and a silver-and-black haired man using a cane to walk.
“Students,” Hodge Starkweather called out. “Here comes Dean Cleophas Graymark and your professors. Attention!”
The black woman chuckled. “ I hope Mr. Starkweater hasn’t frighten you too much,” she said in a gentle voice. “Welcome to Alfea! The best fairy college in the whole of Magix. Well, it’s also the only one.”
Clary had a small chuckle at that. She liked Ms Graymark.
“Come on in, everyone,” the Dean called, as she started walking up the stairs towards the great doors of the college.
They walked through tall emerald doors into the warm, candlelit entrance hall. Across from the door that they’d come through was a great flight of stairs, leading to the first floor. On the wall, where the staircase divided in two, was a great window with a decorative colored glass design. The design represented a fairy, standing tall, hovering over the ground. On the sides of the stairs and behind it were alcoves, with additional doorways leading into corridors. Clary looked around curiously. No matter how dark the corner were, they did not scare her. She felt safe there. She felt at home.
“And so we begin our orientation session,” Ms Graymark explained, looking around the room at the small crowd. “by the end of which, we should all know each other better. Becoming a fairy is hard work, but I know everyone here can do it. Keep in mind that the teachers and I are always here to help you.” She seemed to exchange a look with Hodge Starkweather before starting again. “Feel free to explore your surroundings, you have no class today.”
Izzy leaned towards Clary and whispered. “Now she’s gonna say “However, you would be smart to stay away from the Witches of Cloud Tower. Listen!”
Just as Izzy finished talking, Ms Graymark took a more serious air and said in a more firm tone. “However, you would be smart to stay away from the Witches of Cloud Tower!”
Izzy made a little ‘yes’ and punched the air in satisfaction. Clary chuckled at that.
Starkweather glared at them before calling to everyone. "Alright, speeches are over, everyone’s dismissed, you’re free ’til dinner time."
Ms Graymark nodded. "Good luck, everybody, I’ll see you all tomorrow. Oh... and classes start at 8 o’ clock sharp. Do be punctual."
Clary didn’t really have time to think before Izzy had grabbed her hand and was pulling her up the stairs. Kiko ran after them quickly. They turned into a corridor, with high rib-vaulted ceilings. Again, the warmth of the light that came through the window was comforting to Clary. She didn’t know if it was the magic or something else.
"You’ll like Dean Graymark,” Izzy smiled. “She always says the same thing, but she’s really nice."
"Who are the witches of Cloud Tower?" Clary asked curiously. She hadn’t heard anything about them for now. This world held many more secrets than expected.
"Magix has three major schools,” Izzy explained. “Alfea is one. There’s the Red Fountain, school of Specialists, that’s where the guys that saved our asses go. Finally, there’s the witches’ school of Cloud Tower."
“What’s the difference between a witch and a fairy? Are we really enemies?”
“They use dark magic, while we use light magic. It’s not really a big difference, and in essence, we’re basically the same, but they are vessels of darkness, and usually, they have less than pleasant intentions. Witches or fairies… we’re all there to preserve magical balance in the universe. We wouldn’t want them gone.”
Kiko was running a bit ahead of them, sniffing about the corridor. He was getting braver in his explorations.
They started walking past rooms with names written on a list, pinned to the doors. Izzy quickly checked every one of them, and Clary just followed her. She knew what was happening. She knew what this place was about and where to go and Clary desperately needed that right now.
They stopped further into the corridor. Izzy grinned, pointing at the list. "Hey look! We’re in the same apartment!”
Clary blinked at the list. “Isabelle of Solaria, Helen, Varanda of Callisto, Lydia, Aline, and Maia of Andros,” she read out. “Why do some only have first names?”
“Because they’re not royals,” Izzy shrugged and pushed the door open, walking into the room. The main room was square, with five doors and a little living area, complete with a computer desk, a table and a small kitchen. “That’s my room over there, the same one I had last year,” Izzy explained and pushed the double door open.
The bedroom was big, with a giant closet taking over a wall, and a big, circular bed with delicate see-through curtains. Light was streaming in from a big window with a balcony.
"You’ve got a room all to yourself?” Clary exclaimed. She looked back at one of the other doors, on which there was a sign reading ‘Helen, Varanda of Callisto’. She sighed. She was not going to be able to have even a small moment of intimacy to keep her cover intact. “ I’ve got a roommate.”
Izzy frowned. “That’s strange. Varanda is a royal, so she should have a solo room too,” she thought.
Clary huffed. “Didn’t you say her parents were weird?”
“Right. They wouldn’t have wanted her to be alone in a room.”
Clary crossed the common living area again and pushed open the door of her room. She stepped inside, closing the door behind herself. As she shifted to let Kiko walk next to her, she felt something under the sole of her shoe.
A loud cry of pain resounded in the room, and it sounded so human that Clary opened wide confused and sorry eyes. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry!” She exclaimed, turning to see who she had hurt.
Instead of a person, there was a potted plant. A quite ugly potted plant, that seemed to be muttering something in a strangely human voice.
“No, no, excuse me,” someone said, and Clary turned around again, hoping that this time, she would be faced with a human person. Well, at least fairy person. She sighed in relief as she was greeted by the sight of a young blonde-haired woman. “I just got here and well, I left my things all over the floor,” she said in an apologetic tone. “This is a talking plant, one of my creations. My name is Helen.”
Helen wore a green maxi dress with a floral pattern and some simple cord sandals. She looked sweet and elegant and Clary somewhat felt guilty for not only stepping on her plant but being so annoyed about having a roommate.
"Uh, my name’s Clary,” she said without thinking.
Behind her, Izzy cleared her throat loudly. “Clary?”
Fuck. She was so bad at this. Clary looked around with a bit of a nervous smile and shook her head. "I mean, yes, Clary is a name I like a lot, but it’s not my name. In fact, my real name is... Varanda of, uh, Callisto. Yeah, that’s it." She sounded absolutely hesitant, and she wouldn’t have faulted Helen for finding her weird.
"Callisto?” An unknown voice said. “Fourth world of magic realm’s upper ring. Wow! That’s quite a ways away.”
A young woman around their age stepped in the room as well. She had a short purple haircut with some dirty blonde roots, and wore lavender and yellow sweatpants. That was unusual. Well, everything about this world was unusual, to Clary.
“Hi,” the purple-haired woman said. “I’m Lydia."
Izzy took on a bright smile and turned to her. “Isabelle.”
"Hey, I’ve heard about you,” Lydia said with wide eyes.
"Me too,” came a voice from outside the room. An Asian woman with short black hair in pigtails looked at them, walking through the door. “By the way, before you blow up your room, give us time to duck and cover, okay?" She joked.
Izzy huffed, growing red again. "Oh, it was just an accident, if you really want to know."
Lydia raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms. "An accident that got you expelled? How did you manage to get readmitted?" Her tone was somewhat curious, but she seemed to be having trouble with emoting more than that.
Izzy had a small chuckle. "Well, the truth is they couldn’t do without someone as gorgeous as me,” she joked. Clary chuckled. Izzy seemed to be quite uncomfortable discussing the events of the past year. Clary guessed she would be too, had she been in her shoes.
There was a sudden loud yelp and Clary turned around. The plant that she’d stepped on earlier was now holding Kiko by the leg, and the poor dog was screaming in fear.
"Bad plant!” Helen scolded. “Put him down right away!"
Clary shook her head, looking at her dog. She knew Kiko well enough to know there was probably more to the story than just a facetious plant. "No, Helen. Don’t scold your plant. Kiko probably tried to eat it. It was just trying to defend itself." She said as she noticed some green around Kiko’s mouth.
"Speaking of food,” Izzy said, stretching her arms up. “What do you say we eat out tonight? It’ll be our way of celebrating the new school year."
"Great idea,” Helen smiled.  “That will give us a chance to get to know one another!”
“I heard something about food?” Another voice resounded and another girl walked into the room. She was black, with curly hair and a sweet smile. Her eyes were a gorgeous dark brown shade. She wore a black crop top and some oversized cargo pants, with chunky sneakers. Around her neck was a fancy necklace, and Clary guessed it was probably crown jewels, like Izzy’s necklace.
“You must be Maia of Andros,” Izzy grinned. “So nice to have another royal here!”
“Isn’t Varanda a royal?” Lydia asked with a frown.
Clary mumbled. “Oh yeah, but Izzy and I have known each other for so long, it’s almost like we’re family.” She immediately went back to the food to deflect the attention onto something else. "Anyone for pizza?"
"What’s "pizza"?" The dark-haired Asian girl asked. Clary hadn’t managed to catch her name.
She’d thought that pizza was going to be an easy way to get everyone to agree but she guessed there wasn’t any pizza here. That was a very sad world, if there was no pizza. Clary briefly wondered if she could get her parents to send her pepperoni pizza regularly in packages so she could survive the year.
"Yeah, what is it?" Helen asked.
Clary struggled to find an answer to that. "It’s the national dish of Callisto... More or less."
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As they all walked out of the rooms, carrying their purses, the girls didn’t realize they were being watched.
Hodge Starkweather stood in the shadows, following them from their room to the courtyard. He knew something was up with these girls, especially Varanda of Callisto. She didn’t look like Hodge’s memory of Varanda, and she didn’t even look very much like the King and Queen of Callisto.
That and her nervous behavior told him something was afoot.
He let them go, watching as they walked out of the castle and waited for the bus to Magix to get to the stop.
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The bus ride was entirely smooth. Clary didn’t remember the last time that she’d been in a bus that wasn’t bumping along the ride. She was actually convinced that it was impossible for a bus to drive smoothly.
The bus came to a halt and a little jingle resounded from speakers. Following it, a voice that was almost too naturally human announced the name of the stop.
"Magix station! Last stop, please transfer here!"
Izzy nudged Clary and she got up from her seat. The six young women walked out of the bus and out onto the sidewalk of one of the busiest streets of Magix City.
Clary looked around. The cars had no wheels and hovered above ground instead of rolling on roads, but that was probably the strangest thing that there was about this place. It looked a bit futuristic compared to Gardenia, rounded and smooth buildings in gravity defying shapes but it wasn’t what Clary had expected.
She didn’t know what she had expected, really. Maybe something more fantasy-like. Here, it all looked more scifi than fantasy, and she guessed she’d wanted to see that side of the fairy realm she’d dreamt up. Horses and flowers everywhere and a sense of atemporal awe.
"You look disappointed,” Izzy said softly, looking at her.
“I guess so,” Clary sighed. “It’s different from what I thought it would be. You know… Magix City, Capital of the realm of Magix, most enchanted city in the universe?"
"Well, what did you think it would be like?" Izzy asked curiously.
"I don’t know. Dragons, gnomes, wizards, shops full of magic wands..."
The dark-haired woman couldn’t help but laugh. “Dragons, gnomes and wizards exist. But they aren’t exactly the same as story book ones. Dragons are wild, except for the ones kept at the Red Fountain. Gnomes are usually in forests, and wizards well… You met one yesterday.”
Clary opened her mouth and closed it again.
“I guess I thought it would be more… outwardly magical,” she ended up saying. “It seems relatively normal…”
Isabelle shrugged. “The thing is, here, magic is normal. It’s everywhere, and it’s not a big deal.   Here everything lives off its own magical energy. If you want to see it, you just gotta look."
Aline huffed. “Now that we’re done with the intro, can we get to the restaurant? I’m starving.”
Clary chuckled. “You’re right. Let’s eat!”
They all started walking towards the closest food court, Helen leading the way. Aline was chatting with her as they walked, while Lydia, Maia, Izzy followed closely. Clary was a little bit behind, regularly getting held back by looking around at the city. The magic was easier to see now that she knew it was there.
They walked past a eye glasses shop and she caught sight of a tall yellow person, but they were turning their back to her and she didn’t see much more. She didn’t really focus on that, but rather pegged it to the diversity of people in the magical realm. After all, there were already witches, fairies, wizards, and gnomes, according to Izzy. A big yellow person was probably something that existed to.
They made it to the food court and each chose their foods. Clary followed after Izzy’s order, repeating it as closely as she could. When she got her food, she realized that it looked a lot like pizza, actually, except it wasn’t called that at all. That was good to know, at least she could eat something familiar.
The six girls sat around the table. While Izzy and Clary had the pizza-like meal, Lydia had chosen a sort of soup, and Maia, Helen and Aline all had some noodles, served with thin slices of meat and vegetables. They started eating slightly after and chatting.
“So what brings all of you to Alfea?” Izzy asked, munching on her piece of not-pizza.
Clary swallowed. She didn’t know if that was the best question to ask, since she had no idea what Varanda would answer.
Helen straightened up before she spoke. “I was chosen amongst all fairies of age of Linphea to be sent to Alfea to become my kingdom’s Guardian Fairy. The Guardian Fairies of Linphea have always been chosen outside of the royal family. It’s a great honor for me to be there.”
Clary opened wide eyes. “That’s amazing! You must have been so good!”
Helen had a bit of a blush. “I was the best of all preparatory schools, and my skills in healing and defensive magic, and nature magic were a big reason why I was chosen.”
“Well, next to you, I sure feel like I don’t have the credentials,” Izzy huffed. “I was sent to Alfea because my parents wanted me to have the best possible fairy education. Whether I become Guardian fairy or not isn’t really what matters. They just want me to be the best. That’s why I’m here and not at the Solarian Fairy school.”
Aline smiled. “That’s still great. Your parents seem to care a lot.”
“I guess so,” Izzy shrugged, toying with the crust of her not-pizza. “I kinda wish they’d care differently though.”
“Alfea had the best enrollment to graduation ratio,” Lydia said, shrugging. “It was the best choice, logically. And unlike some other good academies that have fairy curricula, it allows non-royals to enroll for free.”
Aline nodded. “That was definitely an argument for me too. I knew I wanted to be a Guardian Fairy rather than just a music fairy. Else I would have gone to the Golden Auditorium. And since the Princess of Melody didn’t want to be a Guardian, I just jumped on the occasion.”
Maia slurped one of her noodles as everyone turned to her. She chuckled. “Princess of Andros. Don’t really have a huge choice about it, my parents really expect a proper fairy education.”
Helen turned to Clary and smiled. “What about you, Varanda?”
Clary opened her mouth to say something but Izzy shrugged. “You know. Varanda, Maia, me, all royals. Stuff is expected of us for sure.”
Clary nodded. “Yes, exactly.” She looked at the time. She’d left Gardenia hours ago. She sighed. “I need to call my family. I’ll be right back,” she said, as she took her phone out of her pocket.
“What, with that?” Lydia huffed, pointing at the iphone in Clary’s hand.
“Yeah. It’s my phone.”
"This is prehistoric technology,” Lydia chuckled. “Where did you get that thing?"
Clary looked up at her with a frown. “That’s… not possible.” Unless they considered a couple of years ago to be prehistory, this was a rather recent model.
“Damn, I would have thought the Princess of Callisto would have some serious tech, but that’s just… cute,” Lydia chuckled. She twisted the phone around, looking at it. “But it’s really interesting in a like… research way. Old tech is so fun to study.”
Aline nudged her, raising an eyebrow and Lydia sighed, before turning back to Clary. "Sorry, I shouldn’t have laughed, that was rude."
Clary shook her head. “It’s fine.”
Izzy rummaged through her purse for a second before she took out a bright purple card with a phone logo on it. “Here. That’s my payphone card. There’s a cabin right outside of the court.”
“I’ll pay you back,” Clary promised, taking the card and running off towards the payphone cabin.
She closed the door of the pod-shaped cabin before sliding the card in the slot. A screen lit up, showing her different options of call destination. She slid through several menus before she managed to find “Earth”. It seemed not to be a popular call destination. She entered the codes and the phone number and waited.
The tonality was a bit different than the Earth one, she noticed. There was a light noise and her mom picked up.
"Hello? Clary?"
"Hi, mom,” Clary sighed in relief. She hadn’t really known if this was going to work. Magic phones were not something she was used to.
“How is it going, darling?” Amber asked presumably from the other side of the universe.
“Everything is great,” Clary sighed. “The school is wonderful. I’m sharing a dorm with Izzy and four other girls. We’re currently out in the capital of the realm, and I had pizza that wasn’t called pizza at all!”
Her mom chuckled on the other side. “That’s great, Clary. Did you get your first classes already?”
“No, courses start tomorrow morning. But don’t worry, I’ll keep you posted, alright?” Clary smiled, and she turned around, twirling the cord of the phone in her hand as her eyes watched people walk by without really realizing.
“Don’t forget to be careful, okay? And call us whenever you can.”
“I won’t forget, I promise!” Clary said, and just as she was saying that, she saw it.
The yellow monster that had attacked Izzy, then her and her family in Gardenia. Was it following them? She had to do something, she had to follow it and try to keep it from her friends!
“Uh, mom, I’ve gotta go now, my friends are calling me, so a big hug and kiss daddy for me please. Bye.” Clary said as fast as she could before slamming the phone back on its hook and running out of the cabin.
The creature was acting weird. It stuck to the walls, trying not to be noticed, and creeping around the corner. Clary followed it as quietly as she could. As they both turned around the block, she noticed it was watching a group of people. It didn’t take long for Clary to recognize her friends.
It was insane how fast she’d gone from ‘these are strangers’ to ‘these are my friends’, but she’d always been a bit like that. She’d always been always ready to adopt people in her family.
She kept following the creature, even as it left its watching point and started walking into a dark alley. She swallowed. She wasn’t exactly super comfortable with finding herself in that alley but she really needed to know what was going on. And she was a fairy. She could defend herself, couldn’t she?
Clary settled behind a trash can, and watched as the yellow creature stopped in the middle of the alleyway. Suddenly, as three silhouettes moved out from the shadows, clouds gathered and wind blew, the temperature dropping sensibly.
The one that seemed to be leading the three people was tall. She had blonde hair, held up in a ponytail . She wore a sleeveless navy blue bodysuit and a royal blue cape, with boots a darker shade of blue. Down the front of the suit, Clary could see a white stripe that formed a thin belt with the letter "H" over the stomach. She had fingerless gloves, and even from far, Clary could see the dark eyeshadow that covered her eyelids.
On her right was another woman. Her hair was long, brown, styled in loose curls. She had the same type of bodysuit as the first one, except it was a dark purple color and her pants were shorter, more Capri-style. Her gloves, ankle boots, and choker were all a lighter shade of purple. From the choker down was the same white stripe as the first woman’s, except it formed the letter “C” instead of H.
On the left of the H-wearing one, was a third woman. She had brown hair as well, but tanner skin, her hair streaked with dark fuschia. It was messier than her dark-haired friend’s. Her clothing was a bit different, with a dress instead of a bodysuit. It was a dark fuschia dress with a flared collar, matching elbow-length gloves that stopped at the palm, fuchsia tights and short, dark fuchsia heeled boots with pointed toes. She had a choker as well, and the white stripe formed a “K”.
Clary couldn’t help the feeling of doom and gloom that overwhelmed her at the sight of them. She was trying to inch closer to listen more but the yellow monster moved, keeping her from watching and cutting off most of the conversation.
Finally, it moved again. “Well, that’s better,” Clary couldn’t help but mutter. Something shifted in the air, but she didn’t pay much attention to it. The three women and the creature had seemed to stop chatting and she almost swore. She had missed all of it.
Suddenly, she was brutally shoved by some sort of great force and she flew out of her hiding place and landed painfully at the feet of the women and the creature. She knew it had been someone’s doing, but she couldn’t remember feeling any… hands. It had been more like some sort of crashing wave or wall.
She struggled to get up, her whole body aching. The first thing she saw was the first woman’s boots. She looked up. They were all looking down at him with smirks on their faces, and all Clary could think was “run”.
The purple-wearing one disappeared suddenly, and Clary blinked. Nothing made sense.
"So, did you like our little joke?" H-girl asked, a cold chuckle in her voice.
Clary didn’t have time to reply because behind her, where her exit should have been, a voice resounded.
"Turn around!” The purple one exclaimed. “Surprise!" She was laughing at her now, looking at her like she was dirt under her shoe. Her cold smile didn’t reach her eyes. Clary could only feel cold. And scared.
She couldn’t be scared. She was strong, and she’d shown herself as strong, and powerful, in front of much uglier monsters. She’d helped defeated the troll and the red ant monsters, she could take down three twenty-year-old women, right?
“You won’t hurt me,” Clary exclaimed, trying to get up somewhat. Her body was shaky, and she couldn’t explain why. "I am a fairy!"
She opened her hand, and tried to get herself to shoot out some sort of energy blast. All that came out of her open palm was a little trail of glittery sparks, and they didn’t even graze the three women.
The blue one’s laugh was cruel, and it hurt Clary. She’d thought she could do it, but now that she was in an actual magic realm, nothing had happened. Was it only working in Gardenia?
"Ha! You think you scare us?” The blue one laughed. “I’ll show you magic.”
She held out her arms. From her hands came out icy blue sparks, and the temperature dropped down in seconds. Clary felt her hair rise and her body get colder, her teeth starting to shake. With another motion of the woman’s hands, giant icicles starting to bloom from the ground, trapping Clary in between sharp ice blades. She felt it some nick and tear at her exposed arms.
The one dressed in purple, the one that had shoved her earlier, moved forward next. With hands joined and palms opened, she threw a soundwave into the icicles. They broke, and Clary was sent flying back again, unable to catch herself as she fell. She was frozen, she had a headache and felt dizzy from the shock of the crashing sound wave.
She couldn’t do anything but watch as the third woman stepped forward. With a great snarl, the third one summoned was Clary could only describe as a tornado. She was swept away, and she screamed in fear. She couldn’t keep herself from showing how terrified she was. The tornado winds slammed her into the wall of a house, too high, and Clary grabbed onto the closest she could find, the edge of a balcony. Her cold fingers felt like they were going to break as she held herself there.
"And that is magic, little girl,” the third woman shrugged.
Clary made the mistake of believing that this was over. A very stupid mistake. An icy wind caught her and pried her from the balcony edge.
“Get down here! I’m not done yet!” The first woman exclaimed.
Clary cried out. It slammed her down into a pile of trash. Her breath was painfully forced out of her lungs and she struggled to regain it, feeling heavy weight on her entire rib cage. Her eyes seemed to be unable to really focus as tears of pain were overflowing them, blurring her surroundings.
“And now... The final touch!”
She didn’t get to take in her breath before ice grew over her. It started from the ground and encased her feet, growing over her entire body and pushing it upright, forcing her back to arch back. Her eyes were still open, she could see but she couldn’t move. It was so cold. She was going to die in there.
The blue-wearing woman walked to contemplate her work, and hummed in appreciation. Clary wasn’t able to hear what she was saying, as she scratched her nails onto the ice.
Clary, prisoner of the ice, was only able to watch. The three women seemed to be disrupted by something and Clary somehow saw what it was. Her friends stood in front of the women and the creature. The two groups exchanged taunts and the creature charged towards the fairies. Clary wished she could do something.
The girls dodged the first attack. Light blinded everyone suddenly, and when Clary could see again, the five young women were now in their fairy forms. Clary had already seen Izzy’s before, the orange crop top and short combo, but she’d never seen the others’.
Lydia circled the monster. She wore a full-body suit of a sparkling lavender color covering her torso and legs. Her powder blue knee-high high heeled boots struck the ground with certainty. She screamed something. Her wings were so different too, Clary couldn’t help but wonder why. It seemed that hers were the only ones that did not look like traditional fairies wings. Rather, they were green and in the shape of a glider. It was the same green that poured out her when a cage, which Clary guessed was why she had screamed earlier, materialized to imprison the yellow monster. It buzzed with an energy Clary could feel, even from within her icy imprisonment.
Aline striked next. She shouted something, probably the name of a spell, and her pigtails moved as she shot the energy beams towards the caged monster. Her outfit was now a glittery red left-sided one strap top with translucent pink fabric at the middle, a red mini skirt covering some matching shorts, and red knee-high wedge boots. It seemed strangely feminine for what Clary had seen of Aline’s style, but fairy forms were true representations of fairies’ power, not a stylistic thing.
Magic-made sound waves seemed to pound around the monster’s head, and even the ice vibrated. Clary saw Izzy wince at the sound of the magic waves. It was affecting everyone. Aline seemed to be the only of them not to be kinda uncomfortable with the sound. That could be due to the headphones her fairy form had added to her outfit.
Helen still looked uncomfortable as she flew forward, holding out arms covered in light pink elbow-to-wrist fingerless gloves. She blew on her hands and lime green magical pollen flew towards the monster. Clary had the time to notice that the pollen was the same color as Helen’s wings, line green, translucent and shaped like leaves.
The magical polen planted itself in the ground beneath the caged monster and wrapped around its limbs. Right as the energy cage broke, Lydia’s spell not holding for long, the magical plants held the monster tied tightly so it wouldn’t escape. Helen got back to the ground, fuschia dress blowing and revealing the mini shorts underneath, just as the vines growing around the monster seemed to get a life of their own and threw the bound creature towards a wall. The monster screamed as it flew.
As the three scary women realized the creature was defeated, they turned towards the fairies. The blue one, whose powers seemed to be ice-related, sent a burst of icicle daggers flying towards them. All the fairies gathered behind Maia, who deployed a plasma shield.
Maia’s outfit was an all-green, just as sparkly as the others’, ensemble, composed of a one-shoulder top and a mini skirt atop mini shorts. There was a sash connecting her top and skirt, and several silver rings around her outfit and on her arms. Her wings were sky blue with spiky-styled mauve tips, the same mauve as the plasma shield she was keeping up.
Immediately following the ice burst, the fuschia-wearing woman was the next to attack. Her energy ray was electric and it made Maia’s shield explode, sending all of them onto the ground.
Clary wished she could get to her friends, but she couldn’t feel anything in her body but the cold that was taking her over. She watched as Izzy stumbled to her feet and grabbed her scepter.
Suddenly, there was no more ice.
Izzy transported them nearby. Clary could still feel the cold, and she was struggling to move, every breath feeling hard and painful. Izzy sat down by her side, wrapping her arms around her tightly. Clary closed her eyes.
Izzy started radiating heat, and Clary snuggled deeper against her, laying her head on Izzy’s chest and sighing. She was shaking slightly but Izzy kept her close, one hand gently caressing her exposed, frozen skin.
“You’re gonna be alright, Clary,” Izzy whispered gently. “It’s okay, you’re safe now. You were so brave, I’m so proud of you!"
Clary could feel herself smile, at Izzy’s words. She was glad Izzy wasn’t mad at her for getting herself in danger, for getting her in the kind of situation where she could have had her scepter stolen.
She was starting to move and feel much better. As they both looked up from their little bubble of warmth, they noticed the four other girls, standing above them with arms crossed and something a bit annoyed on their faces.
Aline leaned forward, looking at them. “So. Is there anything we should know about Clary of Callisto?" She asked. She was angry. They all were.
Clary opened her mouth to speak, but once again, Izzy was too fast. "Er... Well, I might have been lying a bit about Clary’s background. I’ll explain everything on our way back to Alfea."
They all got on the bus and started the way back to the castle. Helen and Aline were sitting closely, and were chatting quietly, while Clary, Izzy, Maia and Lydia discussed Clary’s background a little more. Maia and Lydia were especially curious.
They weren’t that mad, it turned out, as Izzy explained everything to them. They were annoyed that Clary and Izzy hadn’t trusted them with the information in the first place, but they understood why they hadn’t, and it was all that mattered.
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The telltale tug of students entering the warded area of the school warned Hodge and Cleophas that the students were back. They’d been waiting for a few hours, ever since Hodge had seen them walk out and known, immediately, that with Isabelle of Solaria leading them, they would not be back by curfew.
He’d taken his concerns to the Dean, who had then told him that something was wrong with the list of enrolled students. According to the list he’d checked as students were coming in, Varanda of Callisto was present. However, Dean Graymark had received a message from the Royal Family of Callisto that their daughter wouldn’t be attending, since they did not trust Isabelle of Solaria entirely when it came to delivering the news.
A quick investigation had revealed that an unknown student had taken Varanda’s place, led into the castle by Isabelle. It had also revealed that said student was now sharing a room with the future Linphean Guardian Fairy, a young woman named Helen, and an apartment with Isabelle and another princess, Crown Princess Maia of Andros.
Both Hodge and Cleophas were ready the second the girls tried to come into the building. Isabelle was still leading them, which proved to be absolutely no surprise to both members of the staff.
Hodge cleared his throat, coming out of the shadows. “Do you have any idea what time it is?"
Cleophas nodded. "Young ladies! We were worried sick! Go to bed immediately. We’ll discuss the rules again tomorrow."
As all the girls walked past them, Hodge grabbed the arm of the red-haired one, the one they had realized was not who she was supposed to be. "Not so fast, Princess Varanda. Isn’t there something you forgot to tell us?"
The girl looked very guilty and sheepish as Hodge let go of her arm. He noticed also that the other students had stopped in their tracks the moment he had grabbed her. She was already making friends, and strong bonds were already forming between them and her.
“I’m not Varanda of Callisto,” the girl said softly. “My name is Clary Fairchild.”
Hodge shook his head. “Shame on you, young lady. Identity theft is not permitted. Especially identity theft of a royal.”
Dean Cleophas stepped forward. “She might not be Princess Varanda, but she must be a magical creature or the barrier would’ve kept her out. Now, tell me, Clary, why didn’t you give us your real name?"
"Well, I..." The girl started replying, but Isabelle cut her off, stepping forward.
“It’s my fault! This whole thing was my idea."
The red-haired student shook her head. "It’s okay, Izzy. I come from a small town on planet Earth called-”
Hodge scoffed. "Outside the realm of Magix? Utterly impossible!" Fairies hadn’t been born on Earth for centuries. Earth was a lost cause to magical beings everywhere, and no one ever bothered trying to reignite the Winx there. It had been too damaged, and the horrible circumstances of the Earth fairies’ disappearance had tainted the planet forever.
"I beg you, don’t send me away. I’ve always wanted to be a fairy with all my heart and now I can make my dream come true."
Hodge shook his head, deaf to her pleas. "You lied to us and that is unforgivable!"
"But, she also has a dream and she totally believes in it. She has displayed a great tenacity and isn’t that a quality that every fairy should possess?" Dean Graymark pointed out.
Hodge sighed a little. She was right. And it wasn’t like Varanda was going to come now that her place was free. They could keep the girl. They could also punish her severely with detention for the next three years for her lies.
"Now, go to bed, all of you,” Cleophas said. “And don’t make any more noise."
The six students thanked her and left.
Hodge immediately turned to her and shook his head.
The woman sighed. "I didn’t think there were any fairies left on Earth."
Hodge nodded in agreement. "Me neither, I thought they’d all disappeared centuries ago, when the Circle attacked them..."
"Well, then, who is Clary?"
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Not long after, the six fairies had gathered in Clary and Helen’s bedroom, wearing their pjs. Clary was wearing an oversized hoodie from a popular Earth tv show and some shorts. She was sitting cross-legged on her bed
“What if we called ourselves the Winx?” She suddenly blurted out, and everyone turned their attention towards her.
"What?"
Clary chuckled at their tired and confused expressions. "The Winx, us! I mean, if we’re going to be a group, we should have a name! Don’t you think?"
"Actually,” Lydia pointed out, something thoughtful on her face. “it’s not a bad idea... A name is good for a quick reference."
Izzy, who was sitting next to Clary, wearing a fancy, lacy nightgown that would not look too out of place in a period tv show, hummed. "It’s true! The three witches are the Trix. And we could be called something like…” She paused for a moment. Her smile became a little mischievious as she started offering names. “The Super Six... The Izzy Six... Oh, I’ve got it! The Airy Fairies!"
"The... The what?" Aline asked, raising an eyebrow.
"The Airy Fairies! It’s short and sweet and it rhymes!” Izzy chuckled. “What’s wrong? You don’t like it, Aline?" She said sarcastically.
"Nah... it sounds terrible!"
Maia raised a hand from her position on the floor. "I vote for Winx!"
All the others ended up saying some version of "Me too."
"Perfect!” Clary grinned. “We’re the Winx. I mean… it’s stupid but I saw it written on some stuff in Magix City. And I didn’t even think about asking: What does "Winx" mean?"
Helen grinned. “It’s the name of a fairy’s magical energy. I have a nature-sourced winx, while Izzy has a sun-sourced Winx. And it kinda also became the name of the basic fairy form. The one you saw us take today!”
“Nerd,” Izzy chuckled.
Clary chuckled as well and looked at them. “So now we’re the Winx. One day, everyone will be learning the definition of Winx, and adding a reference to us at the end.”
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In the next chapter, there’s going to be a big party in Magix. This is an opportunity to meet the Specialists. The boys from Red Fountain are really amazing. The witches won’t be invited, and they will react. What will they do?
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Dear Dean (Chapter 10)
Re-post
Pairing: Dean Winchester x OFC (Jamie Blum)
WC: 5k
Summary: After taking Saint Lo, by sheer dumb luck, Lieutenant Dean Winchester from the 29th Infantry Division, Baker Company, received a truckload of replacements for his platoon that was falling apart. Little did he know, that one recruit would change his life forever.
Chapter Warnings: Ah, it’s a whole lotta angst. Fear of loss. Fear of the future.
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August 20th, 1944
The morning came and right after reveille, his platoon stood at attention as Castiel barked out his orders. They were moving out pretty soon after, in an endless convoy of trucks. Dean guessed that they were about a day away from Brest, but as slow as the convoy moved, it could take them longer, maybe even two. If they would march, they’d probably reach it faster.
Dean couldn’t say that he’d anticipated that move. There was just so much to do and they were still more than a day away.
Bambi’d been doing better, although she hadn’t been sleeping enough. Dean commanded her to take a nap on the truck, which she agreed to do, but not without an eye roll. Those damned eyes. He hoped that her back would heal properly before they reached Brest.
Some soldiers marched along the convoy, and some were sprawled out on the flatbed of a deuce-and-a-half. They took turns rotating their marching duties to save energy for Brest.
Dean was busy walking from one truck to the other, taking and giving orders. By the time he could take a little break, Bambi was asleep and snoring in the truck bed. She was curled up against a corner. Dean took a seat a couple of feet from her, smiling as he watched her. He didn’t know if he was lucky or a stupid son of a bitch for falling in love in the midst of war. Hell, he didn’t even know what love felt like so he didn’t have an answer to that.
The convoy stopped at a small village in the outskirts of Morlaix for the night, and Castiel directed them to their harbor area. Dean walked and talked with the men of his platoon, checking if they had everything, telling them to restock on their ratios and ammos.
“Sir, are we finally marching into Brest tomorrow?” Private Fitzgerald asked with an easy smile on his face. It made Dean wonder how someone could be so happy about the fact that they were going to be shot at.
“Yes.” It was a short answer, but Dean had nothing else to add onto that.
His platoon dug a couple of foxholes to share and Dean took a walk through the village. It probably used to be a really nice village, too, before the war destroyed it. What was left were buildings that used to be a hotel and a couple of stores. The Battalion staff were occupying the rooms, though, leaving them empty handed, and Dean couldn’t really remember the last time he had a roof over his head. A real one, not some makeshift foxhole roof. Of course he had a roof in Vire, but already it seemed like ages ago.
He walked back after talking with the platoon leaders from Fox and Easy company who had set up their harbor area on the other side of the village. When he got closer to his platoon, Dean could already hear the heated exchange.
“Hey!” Dean barked, breaking into a jog. “Hey! What’s going on?” He reached their campfire where he saw Bambi standing there red faced with a frown across her forehead and already Dean thought of the worst. Was her secret out? Had she been exposed? Was it his fault?
“Bambi here, sir,” Harvelle started to speak, lifting his chin to point it towards Bambi. “We received sentry rota for tonight and we took Bambi off, because he’s obviously still weak and we’d rather he stays put, because we need him to be ready tomorrow. He was having none of it.”
“Goddamnit, I’m fine! I can do it if y’all would just let me! It’s just sentry for god’s sake. It’s not like I’m going to fight Krauts alone while y’all are sleeping. Geez!” Bambi hissed and threw her arms up in the air dramatically. Dean had a hard time holding in his laugh.
He understood that she was sick of being treated like she was delicate, but it also showed that his platoon took care of their own and Dean couldn’t lie, he was proud of that. They were family, and he couldn’t wish for a better support system away from home. He also made sure that his men behaved. After Omaha and before Saint Lo, there had been quite of a common thing that the soldiers were passing along women they freed from the Nazis and even though the girls were very grateful and acted that way, Dean could see in their eyes that they were not really enjoyed being passed along. He made sure that his soldiers knew that if he caught wind of anyone mistreating a woman that he would personally kick their asses back to Virginia. “Think about how you would treat your sisters, mothers, grandmothers.” He said to them, and then Harvelle made a face.
“Thanks for that, Lieutenant. I’ll never look at a woman the same again.”
Dean shrugged at that. If it got his men to respect them, then he did the right thing. There were a couple of trouble makers in Balthazar’s platoon who were out of line and, as luck had it, they ended up with an itching rash on their dicks for days. They wouldn’t stop complaining and whining until they reached Saint Lo and could be treated by experienced medical staff. Dean chuckled when he heard about it. Karma was a bitch and they deserved it.
“We’re just looking out for you.” Tran said, crossing his arms as if he was a little hurt that Bambi didn’t appreciate what they’re all doing for her.
She didn’t say anything, instead she looked down to her boots, but Dean could see that she was trembling. She’s probably even close to crying.
Dean cleared his throat to speak. “So, you really wanna do it, private?” He asked her, and she looked up at him. Her eyes were a little red, but she stood there, unfazed and he knew that she was not going to back down.
“Yes, sir.” The voice came out a little broken at first, but she caught herself quickly.
“Fine. Then leave him in.” Dean didn’t want to argue with her. He knew that she was not going to back down. Not the Bambi he knew. No, the Bambi he knew was not scared of challenges. She was not intimidated and wouldn’t let a sore back ruin the chance of making herself purposeful and help out in any way she could. “Put me in with him. Any other questions?” Dean asked, looking around at his men.
Dean could see a Harvelle’s eyes. They were not pleased, but Dean ignored it. “No, sir.” Harvelle answered with a frown, already putting in Bambi’s name for sentry.
“Good. As you were,” Dean nodded at all of them before he went on with his duties.
Castiel sent a runner up to find him. Dean ran into him when he was rounding the corner to the Battalion staff building. “Sir, Lieutenant Novak wants to speak to you, sir!”
“Where is he?”
“Company CP, sir. At the old bakery.”
“Thank you, private.” Dean said, and made his way toward the bakery.
To say that the streets were confusing was an understatement. Dean remembered that he walked past a bakery before, but now he finds himself lost. He took another turn which led him to a cul de sac, and he couldn’t believe that he got lost twice. Eventually he arrived at the office and was probably already late.
Cas chuckled when he saw him outside of the bakery’s still intact display window. “You got lost, didn’t you?” He immediately said when Dean stepped in.
“How do you know?” He answered a little snappishly. Dean was tired and still had so many things to organized that he couldn’t delegate. He didn’t have time to get lost or patience left for Cas. It better be something very fucking important.
“I get lost every time.” Cas shrugs. “That’s why I’m staying and not going anywhere until we’re leaving. Imagine the CO who can’t even find his own damn office.” Cas walked over from his sand table to sit back on the corner of his desk. He took a deep breath before he fumbled with his cigarette tin and held it out to Dean. “You want one?”
“No, thanks.” The reply came too quick and it made Cas raise an eyebrow at him.
Dean didn’t smoke that much anymore. Actually, he stopped completely when Bambi got hurt. The last cigarette he had was when they were sitting around the campfire while he was heating up food for her and then, it was only because he didn’t want to be rude when one of his men offered him one from their already declining cigarettes in their tin packs. He gave up smoking for her, still remembering that she told him in her foxhole that she didn’t smoke and he didn’t as well, out of courtesy. He was going to stop smoking once he was back on American soil anyway - if he ever got back, that is. It just happened sooner than he thought it would be. Giving up smoking for her was not that big of a deal, and Dean would give up way more, come to think of it.
Cas shrugged as Dean denied the cigarette and lit one up for himself. He inhaled deeply, breathing out blue smoke that rose up and disappeared in the air.
“Why I called you in,” Cas cleared his throat and Dean watched him. “Jamie Blum.”
“What’s with him?” Dean shifted from one foot to the other.
“His brothers all put in his name to be contacted in case of emergency. And he’s the only one in their will. Since he’s been here, it took the news longer to arrive.”
“Cas,” Dean’s getting impatient. “Cut it. What’s wrong?”
“His brother. Jameson Blum, he’s with the 5th Infantry. He’s been MIA since they attacked and Captured Angers more than a week ago.”
Dean didn’t say anything. His heart was racing and already he thought of how he’d be able to tell Bambi.
“That’s not all.” Cas continued and Dean’s heart sank deeper. “His brother Jack, who was with the 1st Infantry, didn’t make it past D-Day.”
“Fuck.” Dean muttered under his breath. Suddenly he wanted to smoke again. Or throw up. He was undecided.
“Yeah, I don’t know if I should tell Blum that, or if you wanted to do it, since I know that you’re so close.”
Dean frowned then, looking back up at Cas. “What do you mean?”
“Dean, I have always admired you. How you work with your men.. You’re family, and I was always jealous of the relationship you had with them. I wanted to be like you, leading a platoon and have men literally line up to die for me.” Cas chuckled lightly. “You just don’t see it, do you? If you’d say jump, they wouldn’t even ask how high, they’d do the highest they can. If you go into battle face first, they are the ones who have your back no matter what. They’d all follow you, even it if meant that they’re following you to their death. They’d even thank you for it, Dean.”
“Ah, come on.”
“It’s true. I still think you’d have been a better CO.”
“Bullshit, Cas. You’re our fearless leader. Me, for one, I’d follow you no matter what. And honestly, I trust you with my life and the lives of my men.”
Cas walked around the desk and put a hand on Dean’s shoulder. “Thanks.”
“Only telling the truth, is all.” Dean shrugged, smirking a little to cheer his friend up, and Cas smiled back.
“So, you want to tell Blum or shall I?”
There was no way that Dean was going to let her hear the devastating news from Cas. Even though he didn’t really want to tell her himself. “No, I’ll tell him.” Dean was already thinking of the how.
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It was close to his sentry duty at oh-one-hundred-hours, and Dean would see Bambi again. He squeezed in a nap, but he was so anxious about telling her, that it took him longer to fall asleep. When he finally fell asleep, he had to get up again. To say that he was exhausted was an understatement. Plus he snuck in to nap in Sneezy’s foxhole, because Dopey was on sentry and god, that man snored. There were times that Dean thought the foxhole would collapse on them. So sleeping in the same hole with Sneezy, that was a thing Dean ain’t going to do again. When Dean rounded up the corner he could already spot her sitting on a big stone at the most Eastern spot of their sentry point.
She sat there, looking out at the dark sky when Dean approached.
“You’re late.” She said, but she didn’t look back or up at him.
Dean sat down beside her. “Sorry,” He said. “Sneezy wouldn’t let me nap.”
“Maybe you should dig up your own hole for a change, Lieutenant.” She tilted her head to look at him then and she smiled. Dean cursed himself. She looked happy, relaxed, and he was about to ruin all of that when he told Bambi about her brothers.
Dean chuckled awkwardly, “Yeah, maybe I’ll try that.”
They sat beside each other for a while in silence, before he took her hand, threading his fingers through hers. His thumb painted soothing circles on her knuckles. “Jamie, I need to tell you something.”
She looked over to him and went still. It was a clear night, the moon shone above them and painted her in a beautiful glow. “You wanna break up with me for real, Lieutenant?”
“Bambi,” He said, already annoyed and ready to deny it.
“‘Cause if you do it’s alright. I get it, you know. No hard feelings because war and all. And I’m a man and you’re not queer and –”
“Jamie! Listen to me!” He hissed, making her flinch and stop rambling. He didn’t want to hear that from her, let alone then.
She was gasping, not used to being told that she should shut her mouth. She was spitfire and damn, Dean sometimes hated that she was so tough.
“Cas,” he said as Bambi settled herself back into listening. “I mean, Novak, he called me in. Telling me that your brothers all put you down as their emergency contact. They had trouble reaching you, because they didn’t know that you were here.”
“And?”
Dean could feel her fingers squeezing his hand unconsciously. She probably didn’t even know that she was almost hurting him with how hard she was holding on.
“Your brother, Jack. He..uh.. shit, Jamie. He didn’t make it past D-Day. He fell at Omaha beach.” Dean didn’t want to even think that Jack might have been one of the fallen soldiers that Dean had to climb over to retrieve a new rifle. Or maybe Jack was in one of the landing craft that didn’t even made it to shore. Or maybe Jack didn’t get the chance to get off that landing craft and fight when it stopped at the shore, because they had been decimated by fucking Krauts, sitting in their high bunker forts. Dean tried to shake the thought out of his head and he felt his heart sinking again when he looked over to her. Jamie had tears running down her cheeks, but she did nothing to brush them away. She also didn’t say anything. Just stared at him as if she’s trying to let the words sink in.
After a long while, she repeated her brother’s name. “Jack.”
Dean nodded. “Fuck, I’m sorry, Bambi, you know I am.”
“It’s ok.” She said and turned her head to look ahead. The sky on the horizon lit up. There was a fight in the distance. There was always a fight somewhere.
“It’s not all, Jamie.” Fuck, he hated doing this. Hated it with a passion. Then there was a squeeze of Jamie’s hand again, but she didn’t turn her head to meet his eyes. Dean mentally thanked her for that, because he wouldn’t know how to tell her more devastating news while she looked him dead in the eye.
“Jameson. He’s been MIA since Angers. They haven’t found him.”
She brushed away her tears now with the back of her dirty hand, leaving a streak of dirt on her cheek. “He’s my twin, you know that?” It was sudden, Dean wasn’t prepared. He thought that she’d break down and cry, but she didn’t.
“He is?”
She tilted her head towards Dean, grinning. “Yeah. I’m older. He’s my little brother. Not so little because he’s way taller. I got here because of him.”
So, that was how she got in. Dean could imagine Jamie pestering her brother to put down her name. Annoying the shit out of him and being a pain in the ass until Jameson did it. Maybe she didn’t do it with words, but she could sure as hell do it with with her eyes. He couldn’t blame him. Dean knew that if Bambi sets her mind on something, there wasn’t a way that she’d back out of it.
“I’m sorry.” Dean didn’t know what else to say.
“It’s fine. I know that he’s still alive.” She sounded hopeful, as if she really believed that he was alive. Maybe she was right, Dean wouldn’t know. Maybe the Krauts got him. But if Bambi believed it, he wanted to hold on to that, too.
“He is.” Dean said, and sat there in silence with her, his thumb circling on her knuckles.
There was a long pause where they sat and listened to their surroundings. The harbor area was quiet, except for some whispering.
“I’d like to go swimming,” She said out of the blue and Dean raised an eyebrow, wanting to ask her why she was thinking of swimming right now, but he didn’t. He soon realized that it was a way for her to cope and she wasn’t completely different from him. Burying it deep inside and thinking of other things, that, he could.“You know, warm sand underneath my feet. The salt of the ocean in my hair. That’s what we did every so often, went to the beach with the whole family. I mean, my brothers and I.”
“That sounds nice.” Dean agreed. He never did that with Sam. He was too busy, even working on weekends to get by.
She turned her head to meet his eyes. And Jamie smiled despite the tears that were still running down. “What do you think, can we go to the beach once this is all over?”
Dean thought about it. Imagined it. “I…uh.. I’m not too fond of beaches. You know..” To be frank, he hated them since D-Day, but he was not going to tell her that. He wouldn’t tell her that he couldn’t swim, either. It had never been an issue and he could crawl like a dog to keep his head above water, unless his gear would pull him down, but swimming was not really his thing. His dad never taught him and so he couldn’t teach Sam. D-Day was the most swimming Dean did in his life. He was a lucky son of a bitch to not drown.
“I know.” Jamie said, looking ahead. “Would it help if I tell you that I really have a nice two piece swimming suit. My midriff exposed an all.” She grinned cheekily before she turned to face Dean again and he couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Bambi, you trying to seduce me with indecent images of your exposed skin?” Dean tried to sound shocked and took her hand, squeezing it. “I don’t even know if I would agree to it if you walked around naked.”
“With all due respect, sir, I’m going to change your mind.”
Dean grinned at that. “I wanna see you try.”
Later, they walked their sentry route in silence. His knuckles occasionally brushed against hers, and he felt her fingers holding on to him for a fragment of a second. That was enough. Enough for him to know that she was there, but Dean couldn’t shake the feeling that it could be him. Sam was his emergency name and he was Sam’s. It could very well be one of them down the line or both. He didn’t know if he would react as well and composed as Bambi did. He just knew that he’d like for her to be there for him, to catch him when he fell. The same as he was trying to provide a safety net for her. As good as he could.
Dean sat in a shell scraping later on as Bambi made her way to her foxhole. He fished out loose papers, and the flashlight from his webbing and put it in between his mouth as he began to write out a letter to Sam.
Dear Sam,
Don’t worry about it. It wasn’t as stupid as I thought it would be. If it helps, it might even be more stupid, but it’s nothing for you to be worried about. Promise.
Also, don’t worry about Anna. I already penned a letter to her a couple of days ago. I guess I have just been holding out to the last straw of home, and I didn’t want her to be mad. Maybe, I thought that my feelings for her could change once I got back. I see now that it wasn’t fair of me to have kept her as a lifeboat for so long. A lifeboat for when I would sink and there would be nobody around to help me back to the shore, because I know that you’re having someone and well, I was kind of worried that I’d be all alone. And by the way, I also told her not to contact you again.
Well, yes. You have my blessings for asking Jess to marry you - not that you ever needed or cared about my blessings anyway, bitch! I hope we can go home soon, Sammy. I never wanted to go home more than I do now. Mom’s ring is yours. Take good care of it, alright? Also, ask her old man first. That’s the way to go, dummy. Also maybe it’s too much to ask for, but I kinda wanna be there when you do it. At least I wanna be the one you come home to after she said yes. And don’t be afraid. She’ll say yes. I’m sure of that. I mean, why would she say no? You’re intelligent, you’re kind, you’re a fucking winner. I’m just sorry that you aren’t as handsome as me.
You remember Bambi, right? He has three brothers out here in Normandy. One of them was MIA and one of them didn’t make it past D-Day. I had to tell him the bad news today, because he’s the sole emergency contact for all his brothers. They thought that he’d stay at home - like I thought you would stay at home - and now Regiment staff had trouble finding him. That’s why it took them so long. Shit Sam, I had to tell him the devastating news. It was one of the hardest thing I ever had to do. It was certainly harder than killing Krauts, and it made me think of you and that we also only have each other. I don’t want Cas to tell me about you. I really don’t. So I beg you, take good care, alright? Always, always be aware of your surroundings, be alerted, and don’t do anything stupid!
I also want to tell you that I’ve met a girl. She’s beautiful and a sweetheart, but she’s also a spitfire. I’ve known her for almost 2 months, kept her a secret until I was ready to tell you about her, and I think that now’s the time. She’s like you, Sammy, and probably the reason I wanna go home so bad. I wanna go home with you, Sam, but I also want her with us, if you won’t mind, of course. You two would get along great. She’s tough like nails and she probably could drink you under the table - not me though, because I’m tougher - obviously. She also won’t take shit from me, just like you. Please don’t ask how I met her. I can not tell you that yet. But I.. fuck, I don’t even know how love feels like. I just know that I have this feeling in my gut when I see her smile, and I wanna keep trying to let her keep that beautiful smile on her face. She means a whole damn lot to me. Is that enough? Is that what you call love? Is that how Jess makes you feel? Because I have no idea. I can’t help but think, what if this is all the love I’ll ever get? I mean, we’re fighting a war, and I fall in love? This is not how it was supposed to be, right? But again, what if this is all the love that I’ll ever know? What if I die tomorrow? What if it hurts like hell? What if she decides that I’m not good enough? I’m at a loss here and I’m confused.
Be safe, Sammy! We’re going home soon, bitch!
Lieutenant Dean Winchester
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Jamie still felt sore all over. Not only her body hurt - to be frank, it hurts less and less - but her heart hurt like hell. Jack. Shit. She missed him terribly, and Jameson. She knew deep down in her gut, that Jameson was still alive, and she hoped that they’ll find him soon. Please, at least god should give her that much. She’d suffered enough.
She crawled down the foxhole she shared with Trenton and shook the private awake. “Trenton, you’re late for your fucking sentry!” She said louder than she should and he jerked up, almost knocking their heads together in the process.
“Fuck, fuck!” Trenton’s hand scrambled around in the dark in search for his helmet and rifle and was out before she could say anything else. He was already two minutes late.
Jamie settled on her side of the foxhole and she couldn’t help but notice the stinging scent of cum floating around in their foxhole. Trenton sure used his time wisely and jerked off. She just hoped that he stayed on his side during it.
She curled herself into a fetal position, her face facing the dirt wall. She tried not to think about Jack and Jameson. The only one who was still out there, Jim and strangely enough, she fell asleep immediately.
***
“Hey, Bambi.” She was still half asleep and couldn’t put two and two together. The voice was low, hushed.
“What? Do we have to get up already?” She said, thinking that it was Trenton who was back from his sentry to wake her up for reveille.
“Shhh..” There was a hush, and she felt someone settle down next to her, curling up his body against hers. “Not yet, you can sleep.” She could feel Dean put his arms around her. He whispered close to her ear. He buried his face in her neck, breathing hotly against the crook of it. He placed a kiss on her cheek before he settled his back down.
It wasn’t long before she heard him again. Dean lifted his head, looking and sniffling around.  “Does it smell like cum in here?”
She broke into a soft laughter and turned herself around in his grip. “Yeah. Trenton’s horny all the time. He does it a couple of times a day.”
“Good thing he doesn’t know that he rooms with a girl then.” Dean smirked, grazing his nose along hers as he tightened his grip around her body and pulled her into a kiss.
Jamie didn’t want to tell Dean that Trenton knew. It didn’t matter. She and Trenton were a damn good team now. She thought he was weird at first, but Trenton, apart from his crazy sex drive, was the only one who she felt comfortable enough to confide in. He promised to keep her secret. She had no doubt that her secret was safe with Trenton. She knew that there would be a time when she would tell Dean, but not then. She was too exhausted.
It was the first time she kissed Dean for what seemed like forever. His lips were still as soft as she remembered, and it might have sounded crazy, but it made her forget everything. She parted her lips a little for him to lick into and placed her hand on his chest. She could feel his heart beating underneath his jacket. It was in that moment that she wished she would be able to stop the clock from ticking.
Dean cupped her face with one hand, his fingers brushing against her cold cheek. She didn’t know why, but her bottled emotions made their way to the surface, and she could feel tears falling down her face.
He broke the kiss then, looking at her, as his thumb brushed away the tears from her cheeks. “Hey, shhh..” Dean kissed her forehead. “I’m here. Alright, I’m here.”
Jamie nodded, and then he kissed her again. “Come on, let’s take a nap.” He tried to smile, and she could see that it upset him, too. He made her turn around and settle back into place. Dean hugged her from behind. “Just have to make sure that you’re miles away from me when Trenton comes back.”
“You have no idea, Lieutenant. Trenton is sneaking up on me in his sleep all the time. So I think it’s not his place to judge.”
“What’s that?” Dean growled out the question. “Should I be worried?”
“Should you?” She asked, giggling to herself. “I mean, Trenton is touch starved. He’s horny all the time, but he’s good. Also, I think you’re sleeping in his cum now.”
Dean stalled and hitched his breathing as he craned his neck to take a look around the hole, cringing his nose.
“I slept in worse.” He said after a while, shrugging.
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CHAPTER 11
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You Are My Density (Sam Winchester x Witch!Reader)
Description:  Sam has finally decided to make his move and ask you to marry him.  The only problem?  He has absolutely no idea how to do it.  When Dean catches him practicing possible speeches, he decides to take matters into his own hands with the help of Jody and Donna.
Disclaimer:  You are a witch! (A good one though, and both the Winchesters already know)
Author’s note:  Ok, so someone gave me this awesome request about a week or two ago, but (because I didn’t save it like a big dum dum) I can’t for the life of me remember who it was!!! So, to whoever sent me this request, I’m really sorry that I can’t remember who you are, and I really hope you like this!
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-Sam’s POV-
“(Y/N), you... are my density... I-I mean destiny... shit.”  I groaned and plopped down on my bed, throwing my notebook to the side in frustration.  I was completely at a loss.  I mean, you were so amazing and strong and beautiful and way out of my league.  How was I supposed to tell you all that without making a complete idiot of myself?  “The movies made it look so easy,” I sighed.
“Made what look easy?”  I whipped my head around to stare at where Dean stood, crossing his arms as he leaned against my doorframe.
“Uh, n-nothing,” I lied, pushing the notebook behind me.  Knowing Dean, he’d probably make fun of me for being so nervous about this, telling me to just man up and go for it already.
“Yeah, right,” the older man scoffed.  Before I had a chance to react, he had darted in and grabbed the notebook I’d been hoping he wouldn’t notice.  Dammit, why didn’t I do anything?  I’m a hunter for Chuck’s sake!  I should’ve been able to stop him!  “Speech ideas?  What are you...”  Dean trailed off as he realized exactly what was on the paper.  “Holy crap.  Are you gonna propose to (Y/N)?”
“Yeah,” I sighed in defeat. “That is, if I ever figure out what to say.”
Dean frowned and furrowed his brows, staring at me for a moment before he said, “Come with me,” and grabbed me by the upper arm, practically dragging me from my room.
“C’mon, Dean, I don’t feel like having a drink right now,” I complained as he pulled me into the library.  “I need to get back to work.”
“Sit,” Dean commanded.  I let out a big sigh and sat down in the seat nearest me angrily.  Across the table sat Jody and Donna, shock muddling their features.  I guess they hadn’t been able to go home yet since our last hunt ended.
“Sammy here is proposing to (Y/N),” Dean announced as he sat down beside me.
“Dean!” I yelped, quickly scanning the room for any corner you might be standing in.
“Relax, she’s out on a food run,” Dean dismissed, barely even sparing a glance to his panicking brother.  “Now as I was saying, he’s worried about proposing and can’t figure out what he’s supposed to say.”
“Congratulations, Sam!” Jody grinned at me.
“Yeah, that girl’s a sweetie-pie.  You found a real keeper,” Donna nodded.
“I know,” I sent a tight smile back, still pretty uncomfortable with the whole situation.  “I have no idea how to ask, though.  I really want to give her something amazing, but it’s like my brain refuses to come up with anything.”
Jody nodded slowly, seeming to mull over my words.  “Well, why did you decide to marry her?” she asked.
“Because she’s... incredible,” I answered slowly, trying to find the right words that will do justice to what I know in my heart.  “She’s so beautiful and smart... I was going to be a lawyer, but she still kicks my ass in debate,” I chuckled.  “She’s so incredibly badass.  Even though she can use magic, most of the time she doesn’t need it to save me from my own stupidity.  She calms me down when I blow a fuse and holds me after a bad dream, always reminding me that everything will be ok.  She’s just... She’s so unbelievably amazing, and I still can’t believe she would actually be with someone like me, and I... I love her.  So, so much.” I finished softly, my heart pounding just at the thought of her.
“That’s beautiful, Sam,” Jody was the one to break the silence.
“A real showstopper,” Donna followed quickly.
From my right, I heart sniffling. 
“Dean..?” I asked, unsure if what I was seeing could actually be real.
“Dammit, Sammy, it was like a sonnet,” Dean snapped.  I rolled my eyes at his childishness.
“Just tell her what you told us, and you’ll be fine,” Jody said, pulling my attention from Dean, who was currently trying to hide his tear-streaked face.
Behind us, the sound of a large, metal door echoed throughout the building.  Everyone immediately fell silent as you walked down the stairs, grocery bags in hand.
“Oh hey, guys,” You grinned at Jody and Donna.  “I didn’t realize you were still here.”
“Yeah,” Jody answered awkwardly.
“Well, I’m gonna hit the hay,” Donna clapped her hands and stood.  “Care to join me, Jody?”
“That sounds great,” Jody quickly replied, following her out of the library but not before hugging you on the way and murmuring, “Good luck,” in your ear.
Dean clapped me on the back, almost launching me forward a few feet.  “Go get ‘em, tiger,” he said before shaking my hand and retreating from the library as well.
“Well that was strange,” you shrugged, moving to the kitchen so you could put everything away.
“Yeah... hey, could I talk to you a second?”  I asked, rubbing the back of my neck nervously.
“Sure, what’s up?” You asked, turning to face me.  Behind you, the groceries continued to float out of the bags and into their designated places in the kitchen.
“W-well... I-I love you,” I started, my heart pounding erratically in my chest.
“Aw, I love you, too, baby,” you smiled sweetly.  “Can I keep putting everything away now?”
“I-no, not yet,” I stammered, still struggling to remember what I’d said just moments ago.  “What I mean is, I love everything about you.  I love the way you laugh and-and the way you can kick my ass if you wanted to.”  You let out a soft chuckle, and I smiled, gaining a bit more confidence.  “I love how you calm me down when I need it and how you’re always there to pick me up when I fall.  I love how incredibly smart and beautiful and funny you are-”
“That’s great, baby, but why are you saying all of this?”  You tilted your head adorably.  I ignored the question.  I was hardly even aware of what I was saying, I was so nervous.
“I love how you use magic for the little things, like pissing Dean off on a rainy day.”  Now it was my turn to chuckle at the memory of the hunter running around, screaming about elves messing with his stuff.  “But most of all, I love you.  Every single thing about you is so amazing, and I love it so much.  I can’t imagine having to live without you.  And honestly, I don’t want to.  So that’s why I have to ask,” I lowered myself down on one knee.  You gasped sharply, both hands flying to your mouth and all of the floating groceries freezing in place.  I pulled out the ring that Dean had placed in my hand as he shook it -- the ring that used to belong to our mom.  “(Y/N) (M/N) (L/N)...  Will you spend the rest of your life with me and make me the happiest man in all the dimensions?”
I was barely able to finish the question before you screamed “YES!” and launched yourself at me, wrapping both of your arms around my neck.  Groceries went flying around the room, smashing into the walls as we kissed.  I slipped the ring onto your left ring finger and laughed, pulling you in for a hug as you cried into my shirt.
“Listen, I’m happy for you guys and all, but can you try not to destroy all of our food next time something exciting happens?”  I rolled my eyes and sent my bitchiest face to my idiot brother.
“Shut up, Dean!” You shouted, your voice muffled both by my shirt and by your own sobs.
I laughed and nodded at the already very offended man.  “What she said,” I said firmly before placing a soft kiss on the forehead of my future wife.
“I love you, (Y/N).”
“Yeah, you said that already,” you mumbled.  I laughed again and held you closer, choosing to simply enjoy the moment.
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