#Supernatural fanficton

[teddyeyeseddie]

G is for Gold Dust Woman

Pairing: Dean x Witch!Reader

Warnings: Smut, Face Fucking, Oral (F & M Rec), Rough Sex, Unprotected Sex, Minors DNI

WC: 1,000+

A/N: Sorry I have been a little MIA. I had a great week finding out the gender of my little babe but then turned around the next week and my Dad was in the hospital. It has been up and down but I am hoping to get more writing done this weekend! Love you guys and enjoy G of my A-Z series ;) 

Masterlist

Dean Winchester’s A-Z

Rulers make bad lovers

You better put your kingdom up for sale

“This is a bad idea,” he breathes against her skin, her boobs pressed against his chest as he pins her to the wall. She kisses up the column of his throat, chuckling once she reaches his pulse point.

“What? Something about sleeping with the Queen of Hell’s daughter scare you?” She sucks on the most sensitive part of his neck once the words leave her lips, the groan that leaves his mouth only enticing her further.

“Big bad Dean Winchester scared to get in bed with a witch? I thought you were fun,” she pulls away and fake pouts, batting her eyelashes at the man.

Having enough of her antics, he grabs her by the throat, pinning her head against the wall. The action causes her to smile which only sends more blood flowing to Dean’s already impossibly hard dick.

“Want me to show you ‘Big Bad Dean Winchester’?” he questions as he moves his hand from her throat to her shoulder, pushing her down to her knees, eye level with his boxer-clad cock.

“You’re gonna use that mouth for something other than talking back to me, yeah? Gonna let me fuck that throat until i’m satisfied and then,” he pushes at the waistband of his boxers, letting them drop to the floor as his hard member springs free, slapping soundly against his belly. “I’m gonna fuck you. Gonna be real nice to hear pretty little moans leaving your mouth and not your god awful nagging,”

Her demeanor changes at his words, her usual bitchiness gone as she hangs on every word the man above her says. Her mouth waters at the sight in front of her as she slowly reaches her hand out, her tiny grip barely enough to fit around the girth of him. She looks up at him through hooded eyes which only leads to a slight nod of his head. She presses a little kiss to the tip of his cock, lifting it up and letting it slap back down on her face as she attempts to coat the underside with her saliva.

“I think I said I wanted to fuck your throat, not be teased with some little kitten licks,” she nods her head at his words, taking the tip into her mouth and swirling her tongue around his cockhead before taking him deeper, as deep as she can before gagging. She goes to pull off of him, but the grip Dean has on her hair keeps her there. Once she relaxes her throat, he begins to slowly fuck her face, little gluck gluck sounds resonating through the small room of the bunker causing his balls to tighten. He forcefully pulls her off of his cock, the pull of her hair causing her scalp to burn in a way she never knew she would love.

“On the bed,”

She scrambles off the floor, reaching the bed and laying back as she watches Dean. His eyes are raking over her body as he slowly jerks himself. “Fuck, you’re something else,” he groans as he watches her hands snake between her legs, rubbing at her clit as she awaits his next move.

He bats her hand away before parting her folds with his index and middle finger, moaning audibly at the sight of her.

“Gonna have so much fun with you, maybe I’ll even fuck the attitude out of you,” he slides his finger through her slick, gathering a little bit before inserting two inside of her which only causes her to squirm underneath him

His hand presses into her lower belly to keep her still, leaning down to lick from where his fingers are inside of her to her clit. He moves his tongue around the little bundle of nerves which only causes her to writhe further.

“Dean, please.” he chuckles against her before pulling away, his fingers still moving inside of her.

“Please what?” He antagonizes her. The whimpers leaving her lips are not sufficient answers to his question.

“I said, please what?” his fingers begin moving faster inside of her, the curling of them causing an ever so familiar feeling to bloom deep in her belly.

“Pleasefuckme!” she rambles out, the air in her lungs barely there as she continues to gasp and whimper.

“That’s my good girl, love hearing you beg.”

He presses at her knees, opening her up for him as he crawls onto the bed. His hand gripped the base of his dick, threading it through her folds, smiling wickedly at the way her hips buck up trying to get anything, something from him.

He finally takes pity on her, pressing in roughly. She sucks in her breath through her teeth, her face screwing up in a mix of pain and pleasure as she tries to adjust to his girth. Dean slows his movements, gently fucking into her as he she watches her face contort from pain to euphoria.

“Yeah? That feel better?” he asks as he keeps his movements slow but harsh, the air in her lungs getting punched out with every rough thrust.

He finally picks up the pace, his hand finding its way to her throat as he fucks her. His fingertips dig into the side of her neck, keeping their eyes locked as the pair chase delirium.

“De- I’m gonna-” she moans. Dean continues his movements, maintaining eye contact as she falls apart beneath him.

“I’m right there baby- fuck I’m coming,” his head tosses back as he empties himself inside of her, his body collapsing on top of her. He nuzzles his face into her neck, placing little kisses along the expanse of her throat causing her to giggle.

“Fuck- that was so hot,” she breaths out which only causes him to chuckle.

“Yeah? It took me a minute to get into it. Think the Queen of Hell will want to kill me when she finds out im fucking her daughter?” she rolls her eyes at his words, shoving his body off of her before responding.

“Don’t make me change my mind about being with you, Winchester.”  

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@winchest09​ the fic I was talking about writing the other day! I hope you don’t mind me tagging you lovely! <3

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[unwritten--writer]

I need SPN fic recommendations~ Please send me your favorite domestic bunker fics. Just the boys (plus other characters, I'm not picky) settled in the MoL bunker.

Bonus points if it includes any of the (arch)angels!

#fanfic rec #supernatural #spn #spn fic #fanficton #supernatural fanfiction #MoL Bunker #sam winchester #dean winchester #tagging everything tbh

[comment-exchange]

279. two drifters (off to see the world) (Supernatural)

Title: two drifters (off to see the world)

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33133042

Platform: AO3

Creator: orphan_account

Work Type: Fanfiction

Fandom: Supernatural (2005)

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Dean Winchester/Castiel

Word Count: 2602

Warnings: No major archive warnings; oblique reference to prior dubious consent (Not between Dean and Castiel)

Number of comments: 2

Completion Status: Orphaned (marked Incomplete)

Short summary/description: Epilogue vignette set after 15x19. Dean and Cas get their beach trip.

#submission #ao3 #ff #spn #dwxc #2k #2c #orphan_account #archive of our own #fanficton #supernatural #dean winchester/castiel #destiel

[clexaao3feed]

From Flame and Shadow, they rise.

by Fanficton

In a universe where Wanheda and Fleimheda aren't just titles but something much, much more.

  Just an idea I wanted to put down on paper so to speak, don't know when or if I'll continue it.

Words: 617, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: The 100 (TV)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F

Characters: Lexa (The 100), Clarke Griffin

Relationships: Clarke Griffin/Lexa

Additional Tags: BAMF Clarke Griffin, BAMF Lexa (The 100), BAMF Clarke Griffin/Lexa, Alternate Universe - Supernatural Elements, Alternate Universe - Gods & Goddesses, Alternate Universe - Soulmates

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#IFTTT #AO3 works tagged 'The 100 (TV)' #clexa #the 100 #commander lexa #clarke griffin #clarklexa #c

[siofra-river]

I feel like I’ve mostly been lucky with the blazed posts I’ve seen . Atleast it’s not supernatural fanficton

#ani.txt

[angelkurenai]

Imagine being a hunter and getting sucked, along with Sam and Dean, into another universe. However, you soon realize it’s not the Bad Place as you expected but a different world. One of mutants and one rather flirty Wolverine whom Dean instantly dislikes because of the interest he shows in you.

“Man, I freaking hate other worlds. And travel to other worlds. And learning other worlds. More than witches, definitely. It's topped it. Shit-” Dean groaned “I think I'm gonna be sick. I think the room's spinning too. Is it spinning to you? It is to me.”

“For someone you thinks they're gonna be sick, you sure talk a lot, honey.” you huffed, trying to get up on your feet soon finding out that Dean had not been very far from right when your vision blured. You were sure you would have met the floor faster than you had managed to get upand let go of it, if it weren't for a pair of arms wrapping securely around you.

“You were saying something sweetheart?” Dean asked, maybe a little too smuggly for someone who was still feeling dizzy as it was obvious by his expression.

“Nevermind.” you muttered, you blinked several times thankful for how after several seconds everything started focusing “We all know this was not our normal kind of traveling amongst worlds to begin with.”

“We were sucked in, didn't walk through. That was no usual rift. Not our kind of usual at least, and-” Sam let a soft breath as he looked around “This is certainly not the Bad Place. Or anything close to it. Maybe something went wrong with the spell? We're- It's just the three of us here.”

“You ok?” he asked in a low voice, face close to yours as he held your chin with one hand to make sure your eyes were focused “You're not too dizzy to stand anymore, are you?”

“I'm fine, big guy.” you patted his chest “No need to be so overprotective. Mind you, I've done the time travel thing more times than you guys.” you said with a small confident smile, knowing that while it irritated you sometimes – his endless need to protect you even if he had to stand in harm's way for your sake, let alone always seem to forget that you were perfectly able to protecct yourself, had been the cause of many arguments – there was real care behind his words and actions. “It's how I found you. And judging by the way our bodies reacted, dizziness, and the portal pulled us through- I'd say we're not in a world that's a direct parallel to ours. Like, not a real equivalent, more like a far off world. Different completexity, different structure, different natural laws and interactions between species and-”

You paused only when you noticed the way Dean had raised an eyebrow at you and was smiling hat half mile of his, almost like a smirk, that in more than you could remember occasions had had you ending up on a bed. This time you scoffed, rolling your eyes, you gave him a small shove mumbling “Focus.”

“Hard to. You're so passionate about it. I love it when you talk like that, 's too hot.” he shrugged shamelessly and as much as you tried to keep serious, you couldn't help but laugh. Especially at Sam's clearly horrified look.

“Guys.” he cleared his throat “Still here. Please, don't. Just don't.”

“Well, there is a bed. I'm not saying it's a conincidence we ended up in a bedroom.” he shrugged, too casual about all of it, making you shake your head and ignore him completely.

“Tell that to your brother, who even in moments like this doesn't know how to keep it to himself.”

“Funny how's the first time she complains.” Dean scoffed a laugh but Sam's clearly unamused look made his smile fade “Fine, whatever. Just... lightening the mood. We're clearly not where we were heading for but, all things considered, it could have been worse. It seems pretty calm around here.” Dean breathed out.

“Is it?” you asked softly and carefully glanced around the place with a frown. Your smile had long ago faded along with the playfulness because, much as you wanted it to be different, you doubted you knew anything about this place and therefore how safe it could really be. Dean, obviously noticing, gave your hip a squeeze as if to reassure you before he let go of you so that all three of you could start exploring the place.

“But, do we even know where 'here' is to begin with?” Sam asked out loud but you were too busy trying to decipher why the room looked so familiar. It was there, right in the back of your mind but you couldn't put your finger on it and that frustrated you even more. You were so engrossed you almost missed Dean's next words. You really would have if it wasn't for the way Dean's voice rose a bit. “More like what here is.”

“What does that mean?” Sam mumbled.

“Well, I mean-” Dean turned away from the window “Either I really hit my head somewhere or I just saw two kids flying by the window. As in, literally flying. And there was definitely one that looked kinda blue, as in real natural blue, no face painting or anything. Somehow, that's not the weirdest thing to happen to me but- maybe that could really be a start, right?”

“You saw wha-” but before Sam had the chance to ask and before realization had the time to fully settle down, there was a sound very close on the other side of the door which unlike you made Sam and Dean spring into action as they ducked to hide in the bathroom, the door only half open after them. But again, as expected, you were too caught up in your own thoughts to react as you normally would and so when the door swang open you were caught in the middle of the room like a deer in headlights. The shock at your realization doing little to make it look like anything but that. And when you saw the person, well, at least you got your suspicions verified.

And again, that by no means helped in making you feel any more comfortable. Not like the few first seconds of silence that followed after the door burst open, were anything but comfortable. What with you barely trying to keep yourself from gaping at him and him in returning narrowing his eyes at you in suspicion? No, no it wasn't entirely that. There was a hint of... amusement there, for lack of better words.

Well, better amusement than anger or defence, not that you looked any threatening at the moment, against that man. You stood no chance.

“Is it my birthday already?” the man's lips quirked in a small smirk, an eyebrow raising in interest in a way that you could not lie made you try your hardest to keep back your own grin. Yes, definitely entertained by the sight in front of him.

“I uh-” you blinked, your mouth going dry when he took a step closer after closing the door. Whatever you had ever imagined about meeting the man, this was nothing like it. You had lost all ability to speak.

“Is this some kind of an early gift or something? Please, let it not be from Scott.” he groaned a bit, his smile only fluttering “I don't want this ruined. Is it from Ororo? Storm sent you here?” he smiled at you, making sure to casually lit up a cigar.

“I-” you had to hold yourself before you stuttered like a fool again. What te hell, you ad not acted like a sixteen-year-old girl with a schooboy crush even wen you were sixteen. You weren't about to start now. “Well-” you shrugged, smiling a bit “I don't know. Do I give that kind of impression or do you usually give that kind of gifts to each other around here?”

The man chuckled and you almost high fived yourself for how cool and confident you had sounded. You barely held back your grin, glancing in the bathroom's direction to make sure Sam and Dean were still hidden. He could have an entirely different reaction if all three of you were still in the middle of the room for sure.

“No, you certainly don't look like that but that ain't my type. This is more like it. So for all I know, it's all part of the roleplay.” his words came out a bit muffled through the cigar but his coy smile and casual posture, back resting against the wall, remained “And as for the other, no we really don't. Thought this might some kind of exception. I know I wouldn't complain if it was.”

If his flirting had been somewhat subtle at first, it certainly wasn't now.

“Well, hate to ruin it but uh no Storm sent me here, sorry.” you shrugged softly, willing yourself to keep it under control. You were so close to just fangrifliring right then and there but that would only make things even more complicated. Again he got closer and damn you but you felt your face heat up at the way he was smirking at you, not in the way men at bars would, only in the very attractive way that could make your knees weak. And that came from a woman who was very in love with her boyfriend, thank you very much.

“Not Storm then. Or any of the rest I assume. So, you're here on you own will?” he asked but you only gave a weak nod, too affected by the proximity, and he hummed “Drink? Professor's got this new policy of no drinking around the kids, as if they ever minded, but oh well.”

“Oh uh no, no thank you.” you finally stuttered out again, your eyebrows pulling into a small frown.

“Name's Logan by the way.” he looked at you over his soulder “Figured you might wanna know that.”

This time you bit your lip like a schoolgirl and you didn't mind one bit. The words flowed from your lips without hesitation “I'm (Y/n).”

“Well, (Y/n)-” he grinned a bit more “It's certainly my pleasure to meet you but you still haven't told me how you got here. Is it just my lucky day and you took some wrong turn or is there a reason to it?”

“It's kind of a... complicated one.” you breathed out as he once more hummed and took a seat in one of the armchairs in his room.

It was all so casual, the way he was situated and the way he was looking at you, that it couldn't help but surprise you. You blinked several time and the next words blurted out before you could control them “You don't mind that I'm in your room without invitation. You're not... surprised, not much, nor annoyed.”

“Would it do anything to be annoyed?” he raised an eyebrow, shrugging “I think not. Besides, why fuss over something like that when both parties could very easily get much more fun out of all of it than anything. How does it go, make love not war? I'll gladly roll with that.”

And if the easy look on his face, the flirting and the words weren't enough to take all words out of your lips before you even uttered them, the thudding noise inside the bathroom that you had guiltitly forgotten all about in the middle of this certainly did the trick.

To your surprise, though, it was more you whose eyes widened and body stiffened instead of Logan. If anything, the man didn't even bat an eye; instead kept them on you at all times. Until there was another sound and he barely turned his head in the bathroom's direction to ask “You ok in there bubs?”

Before the “How?” could leave your lips, realization set on you and a soft exhale left your lips. Your shoulders relaxed but only a bit before you said more clear than before “I think you should come out guys. There's not point in hiding. There never was.” you never took your eyes from him, though, even as you heard the brothers exit the room, as you slowly added “He already knew you're here.”

“That I did.” he nodded his head, his eyes too on yours before he glanced at the Winchesters and frowned “Oh you won't need those. No need to try with that, trust me.”

Glancing over your shoulder, your eyes widened at the guns and you rushed to make them lower them. Even though you boyfriend insisted and in fact took a step in front of you “Are you sure? Because I can think of one or two.”

“I come to find you in my room, uninvited, without ever meeting you people before and you suddenly have a reason to raise a gun, bub? I don't think so. I mean-” he got up from his seat “Not that I minded all of you guys' presence but I would have much rather prefered a lack of audience, you see.”

Much as the words made you smile to yourself, it didn't make Dean feel any better as he was about to raise his gun higher “Look, buddy, I don't know if you make a habbit out of it or you're just unlucky to hit on women that are already taken, but- turns you're really out of luck! So, I'd very much appreciate it if you stopped all of that and while we're on it, let us go because, hey, looks like I'm the one holding the gun. And I know how to use.”

“Oh I don't doubt that for a second. Unlike the rest. Gotta be honest, it's a bit tough to believe that she's yours but if you say that, sure. After all, with a woman like that by your side, you'd have to try to keep up somehow.” Logan still shrugged, not at all affected by the gun pointed right at his chest “Though-” he turned to you “Boyfriend, him, really?”

“Alright, that's it. I was not going to do this and you honestly seemed like a good guy but you've forced my ha-” Dean was about to point the gun at his leg and for a second you didn't think he was not going to fire because there was only so much Dean Winchester's jealousy could be pushed. This was how far it went, you knew it.

“No!” you exclaimed, hurrying to stop him “No, Dean, don't. It's not- That is not why we're here for. It's not who we are either, and it would be better to make that clear rather than go pissing people off because you're having another jealousy tantrum. We mean good, let's try to look like it too, yes?” you insisted until you'd actually gotten the gun out of his hand “Besides-” you glanced at Logan “I don't think it would do much? If not anything at all.”

The man smiled a bit at your words but Dean's words caught your attention again “And how do you know that?”

“Seriously Dean.” you shot him a look “Do you even listen to me when I try to talk to you?”

“I get sidetracked. I'm sorry if you half naked in so distracting to me!” he raised his arms in surrender, eyes wide “Maybe try wearing more clothes when you're in bed. That could do.”

A small nod and sound of approval came from Logan who did a once over your body with his eyes “Can't say you're at fault there bub. I can get what you mean.”

“You should just see- Wait- No, don't agree with me!” Dean frowned, stubbornly like a little child “And who are you anyway? How-” he turned to you “How the hell do you know this guy?”

“Seriously?” Sam, who had thankfully been calm and silent so far, spoke up “She's your girlfriend, don't you ever try to listen when she talks about her showes and movies? She can't stop talking about the guy. And this world- this one I know too!”

“Too many fandoms man, too many crushes. I've lost count of them.” he brushed his brother off “So-” he huffed, turning to Logan who was looking at them in amusement “Who's this guy then?”

“He's the Wolverine.” you breathed out, a bit full of pride, and maybe just maybe with a small squeak. So far, no heavy fangirling and you were proud of yourself for that.

Dean narrowed his eyes at you before saying “Alright, if you could say that a bit less like you want to marry him this moment, that would be good too you know. I-” he huffed, blinking as he turned away “This is by far the worst universe ever.”

“Universe?” Logan frowned, looking amongst the three of you.

“Yeah uh-” Sam gave him a friendly and somewhat awkward smile “We- we're from another world actually. Sorry to... barge in like this but, well, we were kind of thrown in through a portal and ended up here.”

“Just luck it is then.” he nodded his head.

“Yeah, real luck.” Dean rolled his eyes “Look, all we're looking for is a way out of here and back home. And trust me, once we find it, I'll be the first one to happily get out of your way.”

“I'm sure you will bub. Good for you is we've got some great minds in this school. Come on, time for you to meet the Proffessor. Only, I'm warning you, it's better if you don't go around waving that thing. It won't end well for you, you wouldn't be able to handle that.”

“Oh you wouldn't know what we've been able to handle before, buddy.” Dean scoffed.

“Of course. Of course. So, while trying to get some claws out like an adorable little kitten, let me show your what real claws are made out of. How about that?”

“Absolutely not-”

“Absolutely yes!” you said, at the same time as Dean, but much more enthusiastic as you pushed over him and joined Logan's side as you all exited the room “Are the rest of the X-Men here too?”

“Probably, am not sure. 'S ok that your favorite one is here though, right?”

“Oh you have no idea.”

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[softboyscully]

Destiel Fics?

Does anybody have some good recomendations for Destiel smut fics on AO3? Could be PWP or All The Plot, but I’m really in need of destiel smut. dont judge me this is a Valid & Just Form Of Therapy

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[princessmisery666]

Sam Winchester / Jared Padalecki Master List

Samnesia - 11 parts W/C: 54k Pairing: Sam x OFC (Brooke). Sam needs a distraction from his life. He finds it in the form of Brooke. They date for a while until a hunt keeps him away for a month. When he returns she doesn’t remember who he is. What happened while he was gone? Why doesn’t she remember him? What does Rowena have to do with it? 

Don't Pull This Thread - 8 parts. W/C: 53k. Pairing: Sam x OFC (Lexie). Sam receives a call to tell him that his best friend from Stanford is in hospital. He rushes to her side and discovers she has secrets similar to his. Sam and Dean help her seek revenge till a revelation means she needs to go it alone and the boys need to focus on the job.

The Secrets We Keep - 7 Parts. W/C: 23k. Pairing: Sam x OFC (Erin). Sam proposes to his girlfriend of five years, she literally runs away. Why did she run? What secret is she hiding?

(Not So) Temporary - 3 Parts. W/C: 13.8k Pairing: Sam x OFC (Casey). Sam, on a solo hunt, gets injured. He wakes up in a motel room, and Casey is at his side. Taking care of Sam while he healed was supposed to be a temporary arrangement. But when it’s time to go their separate ways, neither of them are quite ready to say goodbye.

The Kiss She Deserves - 3 Parts. W/C: 18k. Paring: Jared Padalecki x Reader. Jared, reader and Jensen are cast members, close friends, and live together. Jared kisses the reader and she tells him she needs more than a one night stand, does he want more too?

All I Ever Do Is Say Goodbye - W/C: 1.9k Pairing: Sam Winchester x fem!reader (she/her). Making sacrifices is synonymous with being a Winchester. So is saying goodbye.

Cuffed - W/C: 1.2k Pairing: Sam Winchester x fem!reader. Dean has to rescue Sam and Y/N from a compromising position.

Quite Miss Home - W/C: 1.1k Pairing: Sam Winchester x fem!reader. The Bunker offers many comforts of a home, but Y/N’s home lies in the arms of the man that soothes her tattered soul.

Can We Talk - W/C: 5k Pairing: Sam Winchester x OFC. Five moments that changed the course of Sam and Hayley’s lives that always started with; “Can we talk?”

Come Join The Murder - W/C: 1.4k Pairing: Sam Winchester x Ruby, Sam Winchester x OFC. When Dean goes to hell, he tasks Nikki with keeping an eye on Sam. She doesn’t anticipate the pain that comes with it.

Misguided Ghosts -W/C: 1.9k Pairing: Sam x fem!reader (you - no descriptions of body type or ethnicity). Soulless Sam’s reign was short and he did a lot of things Sam wishes he could take back. He made amends with everyone he could but never had the courage to face you or tell Dean exactly what happened. That is until a coincidental case finds him back at your door.

Every Way Possible - W/C: 1.3k. Pairing: Sam x Y/N (She/Her). It was just a dream, right? Sam learns sometimes dreams do come true.

Moments To Memories - W/C: 2.7k. Pairing: Sam x OFC, Dean x OFC. There’s never a right moment, especially in the world of hunting. Sam’s been waiting to find the perfect moment, but we don’t realise we’re in the moment until it’s a memory.

Silent Treatment - W/C: 5k Pairing: Sam x Female Reader. Sam accidentally sees the reader naked resulting in her embarrassment and giving Sam the silent treatment. How does he get her to talk to him?

Desire - W/C: 3k Pairing: Sam x Female Reader (Y/N). “Take that which your heart most desires or perish. Fulfil your desire to break free.” - a witch curses Sam to take what his heart desires, but there are consequences.

Note: Tumblr decided to flag the original post (see link above) after months of it being posted. I reposted it and then Tumblr approved my appeal so here’s the second link - Desire

Back To Sleep - W/C: 1.5k Pairing: Jared x You/YN. Jared arrives home after filming and the only thing on his mind is you. 

I Feel It Coming -W/C: 1.8k Pairing: Sam x OFC. Sam recognizes his friends tendency to shy away from love. But he knows what she needs. 

Keeping Score - W/C: 3.9k Pairing: Sam x OFC (Leigh). Sam and Leigh seek each other’s company when frustrations reach a boiling point and need a certain form of release only the other can offer. Though it’s never as simple as that.

Love Me Or Leave Me - W/C: 2.3k Pairing: Sam x Reader (Y.N/she/her). Sam finds something on Y/N’s phone that makes him doubt their relationship.

Overtime - W/C: 2.3k Pairing: Sam x Ruby x You.Sam is a fun toy to play with but Ruby likes variety, you are the perfect addition. Co-written with @negans-lucille-tblr​. 

Toothbrush (Fine By Me - W/C: 3k Pairing: Sam x Reader (she/her/Y.N) She doesn’t call before midnight, if at all. She never stays to watch the night turn to day. But baby, you don’t have to rush. You can leave a toothbrush, at my place.

Sam Is Wearing Green Today - W/C: 450 Pairing: Sam x You. Sam is wearing green today and you can't take your eyes off him.

Like We Used To - W/C: 165 Pairing: Sam x You. Sam changes his plans to be with you.

Rock, Paper, Scissors - W/C: 822 Pairing: Sam x You. Sam loses a game with Dean but ultimately wins.

Don't Leave - W/C: 715 Pairing: Sam x fem!reader (she/her) Mutual break-up.

Be Mine - W/C: 99 Pairing: Sam x fem!Reader (she/her). Sam asks her for forever.

Spell On Me - W/C: 99 Pairing: Sam x fem!Reader (she/her). Sam questions why he’s so in love, sort of.

Too Far - W/C: 100 Pairing: Sam x fem!Reader (she/her). Sam asks her to stay.

A Winchester Thing - W/C: 519 Pairing: Sam x fem!Reader (she/her). Dean uses an old Winchester rule to justify stealing the reader's food and she uses it to claim something else.

People Will Notice -W/C: 395 Pairing: Soulless!Sam x fem!Reader (you). You interrupt Sam while he’s in a compromising position and he thinks you should finish him off.

Half Christmas -W/C: 400 Pairing: Sam x Robin - @idreamofplaid​. Sam celebrates half Christmas with Robin.

Never Too Much - W/C: 856 Pairing: Sam x reader (she/her/Y.N). A challenge involving doughnuts leads to a first kiss.

Size Matters - W/C: 300 Pairing: Sam x petite!reader (you). Request fill - Sam Winchester x petite female reader. she gets really flustered and breathy so she walks up to Sam, giving him the ‘sex eyes’ and saying “wanna feel your fingers inside of me so bad...please sammy”

Master Lists: Main / Dean Winchester

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[deansmyapplepie]

Lean on Me

Pairing: Sam Winchester x reader

Tags: angst, anxiety, grief, comfort

Word Count: 1,590

A/N: this was a request made by souskena! Thanks so much for requesting!

(Gif not mine)

Melancholy silence made the surrounding air heavy, seeping into you and forcing your thoughts to the darkest corners of your mind. It was late - later than late, actually. Last you had checked, it was just before three in the morning, and you were still awake. Why? You had been asking yourself that question for the past two and a half hours. In a perfect world, the answer would be simple. However, as you had realized over the past few days, this world was far from perfect. Instead, it was a cruel, desolate place, that just kept beating you down whenever you tried to get back up again. Sleep hadn't been coming easily, though... it hadn't really before either. Sometimes when you were lucky, exhaustion would mercifully take you in its grasp and pull you away from the pain of the conscious world. Most times, though, you found yourself awake at hours of the morning that were so early, you thought they should still be qualified as the middle of the night. These were the hours that rooted perilous thoughts of regret and despair in your brain, making you wonder if the life decisions you had made were the right ones.

Meeting Sam and Dean Winchester was the best thing that ever happened to you, but by choosing a life with them, you also chose a life full of pain and secrecy; the pain from watching people die before your very eyes, and the secrecy from hiding the truth from the rest of the world. These were things you were well-aware of when you made the decision. You were one of the few brave enough to protect innocent people from monstrous creatures. As a result, you felt it was your duty to become a hunter. However, with the life of a hunter also came sacrifices. The biggest and most painful sacrifice you ever had to make was cutting yourself off from your family. You missed them like hell, but it was safer this way. No contact meant no traceable trail for any demon, angel, or anything else to find your family and use them as leverage against you. But not ever knowing how they were doing was torture. So, every few months, you would go incognito back to your hometown and see for yourself that they were alive and well. You had your system down to a science, and it was foolproof - watch your family from afar for a few hours, skip town again, and they were none the wiser. After two years, however, you returned one day to find that both of your parents had passed; your father of old age, and your mother of a broken heart. That left only your older brother. He was strong-willed and more than capable of taking care of himself. He was the type of man that could catch any curveball the world threw at him and throw it right back twice as hard. But he was also very similar to Dean in the sense that he never showed his emotions. Instead, he pushed them down until they overflowed and swallowed him whole. You wanted more than anything to be there for him, and it killed you that you couldn't. Not when his safety was on the line. When you left, you knew your family could never know the truth of where you had gone, and because of that, you needed an excuse - a good one. Sam and Dean helped you craft a story of your disappearance and cover up your tracks. For years now, your family believed that you were missing at best, and dead at worst.

Four days ago, you had returned to your childhood home as you always did. After your parents' deaths, your brother had taken responsibility for the house, making sure that it was still well-kept, just as your father had. That's why it had been such a shock when you found the place practically overgrown with weeds. Shutters hung off of their hinges, the flowers in the garden were wilted, and the lawn was brown and dead. At that moment, you knew something was terribly wrong. Fearing the worst, you knocked on a neighboring house's door. A woman you didn't recognize answered, and you realized a family entirely different from when you had lived there many years ago now inhabited the place.

"Excuse me," you had said, trying desperately to keep your voice even. "I was just driving by, and I happened to notice the house next door. Is it for sale?" The woman sighed, glancing over at your old home.

"It's hard not to notice. No, it's not for sale. Not yet, anyway. The owners passed away a while back, and their son did a great job taking care of it for a while. He just died a few months ago. Car accident." The rest of the world seemed to stop as she shook her head. "It's such a shame. I think they had a daughter, but lord only knows what happened to her. Her family looked for her for years, but they never found her. I don't think any of them were the same after that. Such a tragedy." You were barely able to get out a thank you before you returned to your car and peeled away from the curb, leaving your neighborhood without so much as a backward glance.

Sitting against the base of one of the library's marble columns, you let out a shaky breath. You hadn't even gotten to go to his funeral. Not that you would have been able to anyway. People would have recognized you and asked questions that you didn't have the answers to. As you scrolled through your phone, your breath hitched in your throat. After nearly half an hour of searching, you finally found it. His obituary. You clicked on the link and braced yourself. There was nothing that could prepare you for this, so you preferred to just get it over with. A few moments later, the page loaded, and a picture of your smiling brother filled your phone's screen.

Tears immediately filled your eyes, and you swallowed past the large lump in your throat. You were going to need a drink to get through this. Standing from the ground, you shuffled over to the small side table where the whiskey decanter resided. It was about half empty - Dean drank from it regularly - and you planned on finishing every last drop. As you picked up one of the crystal glasses, though, your hand began to shake. Everyone left in your family was dead. Gone before their time. They were damned if you stayed, and damned if you left. It wasn't fair. You could make a deal to bring them back, but you knew Sam and Dean wouldn't let you. A bitter laugh made its way through your lips. Sam and Dean. They knew your parents were gone, but they weren't even aware of your latest trip home. You had been working hard to keep your brother's death a secret, and it was killing you. It wasn't often that you took Dean's approach to cope with grief, but this time, you were hoping that ignoring the pain would be enough to make it go away.

Suddenly, you found yourself hurling the crystal glass into the wall, and it exploded into a thousand shards upon impact. You let out an anguished shriek as you reached for another glass, throwing it into the wall also. 

"Fuck!" You screamed angrily. The whiskey decanter was your next target, and the bronze liquid splattered to the floor in different puddles. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" You weren't sure what you were hoping for. You knew your emotions wouldn't change anything, but maybe if you screamed loud enough, someone would hear your cries and bring your family back.

"Y/N!" Footsteps pounded down the hallway as you sunk to your knees, rage and grief still making your body shake. Sam sprinted into the library with his gun drawn as his eyes landed on you. He placed his gun on the table as he rushed over to you. "Hey, hey, what is it?" Unable to speak, you simply shook your head and pointed at your phone. When Sam picked up the small device, shock spread across his face. Sam and Dean had seen pictures of your brother before. He was your best friend, and you took great solace in reliving the best memories you had with him since you would never be able to make new ones. Especially now. You knew it was an unrealistic thing to think, but you always liked to pretend that maybe someday you would be able to be a family again. Sam pulled you into his arms, his embrace comforting, but making you cry harder at the same time. You grabbed onto him tightly and bunched your hands in the fabric of his shirt. This was it. Sam and Dean were literally all you had left now. There were no words to describe the grief that coursed through you as you sat on the floor, sobbing in Sam's arms. He didn't ask questions, he didn't tell you it was all going to be okay, because he knew first-hand that it felt like the end of the world to you. So, he was just there. And that meant more to you than you could ever say to him, even if you couldn't say it right now.

"Dean and I are here for you, Y/N," Sam reminded you. "Always."

Another big thanks to souskena for leaving a request! Just a reminder to everyone that requests are open!

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[teddyeyeseddie]

Dean Winchester’s A-Z

A compilation of 26 one shots based on songs starting with A-Z 

A is for Arizona

B is for Barely Alive

C is for Conversation Piece

D is for Dirty Deeds

E is for Everybody Wants You 

F is for Freakin’ Out on the Interstate

G is for Gold Dust Woman 

H is for Hot for Teacher

I is for I’m With You 

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[brothersapart]

October 13th excerpt:

Knocking on Sam's wall, Dean patiently waited for his brother to show his face.

"What?" Sam asked, sleepily shuffling into the light in his socks.

Dean arched an eyebrow at his younger brother. "Gonna work on the car," he explained. "Think you can hold down the fort for me?"

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[yoongsisbae]

Your Friendly Neighborhood Superhero, RM

Writing-prompt-s: You’re in the superhero clean-up industry: You get paid to fix what they destroy. Slowly the officials are getting suspicious about just how much collateral damage a friend of yours “accidentally” seems to cause…

m-yg93: If anyone wants to write a clumsy super strength Namjoon I would read the shit out of that.

OOO ME ME ME I WANT TO WRITE IT. As soon as I read this prompt, I got hit in the face with PLOTtm Enjoy the chaos! :D

Superhero!Namjoon x y/n with a bit of Supervillain!Taehyung x y/n and some Supersilly!Seokjin x y/n

Best friends 2 Lovers. Idiots 2 Lovers. Lovers 2 Enemies? This is a different kind of superhero story ;)

Warnings: angst, violence, rough sex, restraints, kidnapping, police brutality

Word Count: 14.8k

---

Seven shelves down, glass bottles shattered, exploded cereal boxes, food everywhere. You survey the rest of the supermarket, impressed by your best friend’s latest “rescue.” Sure, he saved eleven lives, but did he have to sacrifice the wine aisle to do it? You pout, looking down at the red liquid pooled at your feet - such a waste, but at least it wasn’t blood you had to clean up - “Ahh!” You pull an unscathed bottle of Merlot out of the wreckage.

Speaking of which, “Hey, God of Destruction, can you open this for me?”

Namjoon frowns at your nickname for him, “Are you going to pay for that?”

You narrow your eyes at him. Your friend can be annoyingly honorable at times, but it comes with the territory, you guess, with him being a superhero and all. “I’ll deduct it off the cleaning bill.”

“Do you want me to help?”

As much as you enjoy Namjoon’s company, having your clumsy friend around so many potential accidents just waiting to happen was not what you’d call an ideal situation. “We got it, Namjoon,” you wave him off dismissively, cataloging the damage.

“Shh!” your superhero friend chastises you, but your clean up crew are in their own little worlds, shifting through wreckage and hauling out broken pieces to the row of cleaning trucks you’ve brought on the scene.

“Sorry, RM,” you wink. You radio for your associates, let them know to bring the largest vacuum on the truck, “Clean up on aisle...all the aisles!”

“When do you think you’ll be done?” Namjoon asks, following you around the store as you finish your assessment, cape catching on items and bringing them crashing to the ground. You don’t flinch anymore when things like that happen, just add it to the list.

“Probably two...three tonight?” You hear an associate groan, “Hey!” You yell, “Don’t complain, you all get to leave at midnight! I’m stuck here until everything is cleared!”

“How do you clean up so fast?” Namjoon mutters, pitying the men as they mumble under their breaths, scurrying away from your death glares. Namjoon has been on the receiving end of those glares and he’s just grateful it’s not him this time.

“Well, we gotta keep up with you, don’t we?” you laugh, redirecting his question, “How do you make such a mess? There were only two gunmen! Are you sure you’re not doing this to benefit me?” You tease. You pull off your jumpsuit to your hips, tying the dirty fabric, wiping the sweat off your forehead.

Namjoon runs a hand through his hair, embarrassed, “You said two a.m.? I’ll wait for you then, what do you feel like eating tonight?”

“Oh!” Your eyes light up and you start clapping for your own genius, remembering some of the best Thai food you’ve ever eaten. “Remember that Thai place in Midtown?”

“That’s a four hour round trip!”

“Yeah, and you can fly,” you state, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

Namjoon would normally never think to use his powers for his own self interest, but for you...

“I have to go speak with the Chief of Police, it’s in that direction so...”

You beam with excitement. “Fantastic! And try not to destroy anything else, God of Destruction.” You nudge his shoulder with your own, and he shakes his head disapprovingly, but the way his lips curl upward lets you know he’s not that mad.

---

“Cmon! I’m starving.”

You’re placing the takeout boxes on your living room table when you hear the familiar shattering of glass in your kitchen. You inwardly groan.

“Yah! How many times do I have to tell you to use the metal cups? I bought them for you.”

“I know! I was just moving the others out of the way...sorry.” Namjoon whines.

“Ugh just get in here, the food is getting cold.”

‘Nothing is better than this,’ you think, watching your friend shovel in fried rice while you enjoy your noodles. Sitting on the floor and eating greasy food past midnight after working tirelessly all day doesn’t seem like everyone’s idea of a good time, but you wouldn’t trade these nights for the world.

Namjoon starts choking because he ate too fast and you can't help but laugh at him, hitting him on the back. It reminds you of when you were growing up, eating school lunch together, he’d always finish in record time and look at you with puppy dog eyes until you gave in and shared your food with him too. Back when he was still a lanky teenage boy, when his glasses made him look like a dork, not yet grown into his strong features, his frames now complimenting his sophisticated style, ripped with muscles and an intimidating aura.

To you, he’s still the same old Namjoon, now with the strength of a god and the gracefulness of a bull in a china shop. You’re feeling nostalgic, it might be because you finished that bottle of wine all by yourself. “How did it go with the Chief of Police?”

“He just took my statement, thanked me for shielding his Lieutenant...and then threatened to put me in jail again," Namjoon grumbles.

You snort, “Good luck with that,” ‘Like The Mayor would ever let that happen,’ Not when his approval rating skyrocketed through the roof ever since the day he gave ‘RM’ the keys to the city. “He should be buying you a steak dinner for the amount of shit you do for them.”

“I don’t do it for things like that.”

“Yeah yeah, I know, with great power comes great whatever, it could also come with some great steak, no one would judge you for it.”

Namjoon smiles, but his eyes stay dull, his expression somber. He sighs. You instantly feel bad, you know he’s always struggled with the weight of responsibility his powers have placed on him. He’s tried to cultivate a good relationship with this city’s law enforcement, but he’s essentially become a vigilante, and has had to endure the hate of many critics despite the love from many thankful citizens.

“Hey,” you place both hands on his face, turning him to face you. “I’m just kidding. You saved eleven people, Namjoon, eleven!” you smile, pulling off his glasses. “My superhero.” His expression softens and he smiles a cute dimpled grin you’ve grown to cherish.

You smile brightly in return, swinging your leg over his own and settling onto his lap. “I don’t have any steak to cook you, but...” You leave soft kisses against his defined jawline. “I have another way to show you my gratitude,” you lick the column of his neck, smiling at the way he shivers at your touch. He lifts a knee to move you closer to him, letting out a long breath, arms tense against his sides.

“Put your hands on me," you whisper, "stop treating me like glass, Namjoon”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” his voice lowers.

Your lips connect to his, your arms around his neck, pulling him in to deepen the kiss, “I don’t mind.”

Namjoon gently wraps his arms around you, lifting you up and carrying you to the bedroom. Like always, he’s gone before you wake up. Out saving the world again.

---

Your high school friend has always been like this, heroic. But his powers were a new development. It couldn’t happen to anyone better, you think. He always had a righteous way of living, always found a way to lift others up, even you. You were the outcast, he was the savant. An exceptional student, and exceptional person, really. Likeable to teachers, other students, not like you. Even then you wondered why he kept you around, and then everything changed.

One school night, as you and Namjoon were sitting in your favorite spot in the woods, talking about life, a star, not like anything you’ve ever seen before, shot through the sky, glowing green, falling to the earth close enough that you and him felt the impact. You and Namjoon tried to search for it, but you never did find it. And the next morning, everything was changed. Everything changed for your friend, specifically, who had always been strong, but had gotten even stronger...

Strong enough to stop a moving car from hitting a child, the metal grill warping around his body, surprising you and bystanders, as you pulled your stunned friend away. But everyone had seen, and soon, thanks to a short blurry video shot by one of those very bystanders, the world would see. Then Namjoon became more than your always reliable and upstanding friend, he became a superhero.

Your paths diverged, but you always stayed friends. You both moved to the city together, he worked odd jobs, always getting fired for too many “unexplainable absences,” and you, in another one of your brilliant ideas, started your very own superhero clean up crew, making bank of your best friend's heroic antics.

You never treated Namjoon differently, mainly because you thought it was silly. So what, he was the strongest man alive. You could still crush him in hoops. You destroyed him in football. Table tennis, it was no contest. His coordination was never that great. He was RM, a man with the strength of a hundred men, Rho, to everyone else, but to you he was just Joon, your clumsy childhood friend.

You ready yourself for another day of work, listening to the morning newscaster recall yesterday's events. You hated how the media tried to vilify your friend just to get more attention. They were calling him a beacon of chaos, you frowned. It wasn’t his fault crime was becoming worse in the city! Criminals were becoming more violent, trying to make a name for themselves now that Namjoon had taken down most of the big players, the underground power struggle had been brewing long before RM made his appearance. But no one was more powerful than Namjoon.

For now...

---

“How do you always win?” Namjoon whines.

“You got to know how to work the machine. You have to know your strength, Joonie,” You laugh, admiring the stuffed Koala you just won. Your friend begrudgingly follows behind, hands in his pockets. You shove him, he doesn’t budge. Namjoon wanted to push you back, play around with you too, but he was afraid of his own strength sometimes, especially around you, haunted by bruises he had accidentally left on your body in the very beginning of his power discovery.

Namjoon stops to take a call. “I have to go, there was a bank robbery, the chief wants me for some reason,” he says, frowning, “-says something is not adding up.”

You gasp. “Oh, ominous! I wanna go too.” You trail him as your friend finds a place to remove his jacket.

“No way,” he says, handing you his glasses. And hoodie. And shirt. And pants.

“You’re just gonna leave me here? All by myself? Who will protect me?” you whine, hugging his clothes close to you, bottom lip quivering, giving Namjoon the full guilt trip. You tug on his cape. “Please, you used to take me with you all the time! You always leave me out now, I thought we were friends...” You blink your eyes rapidly to muster up some fake tears to really get him.

“It’s different here. The city is dangerous.”

“Wouldn’t that mean I’m safer with you?”

---

You hand the bank teller your card, “It doesn’t look like you need it this time, but just so you know, I provide an excellent service-” Namjoon calls for you and you bounce over to his side.

He and the police chief are going over security footage, you watch the tape together. One second the inside of the safe looks normal, the next second, security boxes open automatically, then the screen goes black. Then money falls from shelves, then the screen goes black. The money is gone, everything cleared out.

“How are they getting in?”

“I don’t know. They’re smart. There is no evidence of a break in. It’s almost like this robber could walk through walls.”

“It looks more like they broke in from the inside,” you add.

“From the inside of the safe?! Impossible.”

“Wait! Play it one more time. There! Look, the money.”

You all watch the corner of the screen, the money moves, but it doesn’t fall right away, it seems to hover. It was such a strange sight, there must be an explanation, a warp in the camera, perhaps?

“And the rest of the cameras?”

“They cut off right before the crime.” The police chief shows Namjoon a small piece of paper. “This was left inside.” The card was empty except for one letter: ‘V.’ "Know anything of it?" Namjoon shakes his head, lost at what it could mean.

“Try to find out what you can, come directly to me if you learn anything. And keep a low profile this time dammit, or I swear I’ll fucking book you. You too, Missy. Charging a goddamn arm and a leg-”

“EXCUSE ME - Yah!” Namjoon lifts you off your feet with one hand, pulling you away before you say something to get yourself arrested.

---

You’re still angry. It’s been days and the police and neither you or Namjoon have been able to find anything about this V or his mysterious methods. The Chief of Police always used RM to skirt procedures, while threatening him in the same breath, and your dutiful friend tried his best to help, because he so desperately wanted to be seen as helpful, needed by the city he wanted to protect. Too bad the city was full of assholes!

Normally your walk to work was not that eventful, sometimes you’d come across a stray dog and offer them your breakfast, other times you’d have to chastise a cat caller who got a little too friendly, most of the time you kept your headphones in, only stopping for coffee.

But today, the universe decided to throw you a curve ball. Actually, it decided to throw you a bus, barreling down the sidewalk, coming straight towards you and the crowd of pedestrians around you.

You scatter just in time to see it crash into the courthouse building. You turn to notice a familiar flash in the sky.

“There goes my weekend,” you pout, pulling out your phone to alert your cleaning crew about the new job that landed - well, crashed - right at your feet.

Suddenly a group of protestors run past you, shoving you and making you fall as they run into the courthouse with signs. Then a massive explosion occurs, rattling your insides, and everyone is running, scattering like ants, screaming and crying. You struggle to regain footing, in shock at the sudden mayhem around you.

Two strong hands lift you up out of the crowd. RM, resident superhero, saves you again. The crowd gets more chaotic, people running into you and pushing you closer to Namjoon. He’s strong and solid and protects you from the worst of it.

“RM! There was a bus and-”

“I know, stay back!” He easily lifts you away, and then turns to leave before you can stop him. You watch your friend fly into the chaos, and then another explosion from the inside of the courthouse rocks the ground.

You know he’s strong, Namjoon might even be bulletproof, but there’s no way he’s explosive proof! Namjoon is not immortal, you’ve seen him bleed, tended to his scars and bruises, there’s a price to his super strength. You’ve nursed him back to health on multiple occasions, and you’re not going to let him die now, not today, when you have a chance to save him like he’s done for you and so many others!

“Joon!” you hiss, running through the smoke. The courthouse looks like a war zone, everyone is yelling at each other, running for safety. Before you know what hit you, you run into another body, bouncing off them and falling to the ground.

“Mayor?!” The mayor sits on the ground next to you, he looks absolutely petrified. He shoves you away. “Ow!” you hit another solid thing, but when you look around, nothing is there.

“What do you want from me?!”

“What the fuck, I don’t want anything!” you yell, scrambling to your feet.

“Not you,” a deep voice comes from behind you, but when you turn around no one is there. What the hell?

You scream, “Who’s there!”

“Mayor! ...y/n?!” your best friend’s large body runs out of the smoke, barreling towards you. You’re not sure what the hell is going on, but you have to warn him. “Don’t come closer! We’re not alone!” You feel something moving, wind when there shouldn’t be any. You lunge forward and reach your hands out into the air, hitting solid..air?! SOLID AIR, WHAT?!

“JK I need you here now!” That deep voice is back and there’s a rush of wind and smoke that blasts you in your face. A hooded figure materializes out of nowhere. NOTHING, AND POOF HE’S THERE!

The apparition reaches for The Mayor, and then you feel your body moving...falling, decompressing, re-expanding. The ground beneath you is gone, your mind feeling a million things at once like a bad trip, and just like that, the ground is back and you're panting in air like you’ve just run a mile.

“JK, take her back!” Two hooded men stand next to you, your outstretched hand on one of them, your brain trying to piece together what just happened. But the second hooded man stumbles to the ground in response. You rush towards The Mayor, passed out on the ground, while the hooded figure catches the other, their hoods falling off in the process.

‘What the hell is happening!’ Why are two of your old classmates dressed in cloaks like they're in some kind of a cult?! And where the fuck are you?! you think, stunned into silence. You’re definitely not in the courthouse anymore, surrounded by metal and piping. Your old classmate, Jeon Jungkook, grimaces in pain, writhing on the ground, did Jungkook do this, how?! Was he...was he like Namjoon!

Two more hooded figures come out of the shadows. “We have a problem,” one says, before you’re being grabbed, eyes covered, screaming for RM who is nowhere to be found.

---

You sit, tied to a chair, blindfolded, replaying everything over and over in your mind.

Growing up with Namjoon, you should have known...you should have known that one day an obstacle might come along that Namjoon couldn’t just merely defeat with his super strength. Your best friend can punch through a wall, life is strange, but for some reason, you really thought what happened to you and Namjoon was something special.

You feel the air around you shift, alerting you that you’re not alone. “Let me go!”

“Which one are you?! Jungkook? Or Kim Tae-” Hands cover your mouth and your already thinning patience is coming to a breaking point. You’ve played nicely, you were being a good hostage, but you had no intention on being their captive forever.

While waiting to be rescued, you decided you were just going to have to rescue yourself. While you waited, you unhandcuffed one hand. Now that your captor’s hand was over your mouth, you took the opportunity to place the free cuff over his wrist, effectively handcuffing yourself to him. It wasn’t an ideal situation, but it was the only one you could think of. You used your free hand to pull off your blindfold as you catapulted yourself into your captor’s shocked frame.

“I knew you were Taehyung, I knew it! What the fuck?! How dare you kidnap me! How dare you! What the hell, Kim! Explain!” you berated a stunned Taehyung while you continued to slap him with your free hand.

“Stop hitting me, fuck! Let me explain! Ahh!” You wrestle on the ground with your captor until the other men rush in, trying to pull you away, but you stayed handcuffed as you continue to knock some sense into your former classmate.

“How did she get out of the ropes?!”

“Hop her the fuck out of here!”

“I can’t, not when she’s handcuffed to Tae!”

“...Jungkook? WHY THE HELL ARE YOU A TERRORIST?!”

“We’re not terrorists!”

“You’re kidnappers!”

“We don’t have time for this.”

“You sound familiar,” perhaps it was divine intervention, but the minute you narrowed in on the other man by your side, his hood unfastened, revealing his face to you as well.

“Fuck!”

“Yoongi?!”

“Someone put her blindfold back on, dammit!”

“I went to high school and primary school with all of you, you think I can’t recognize your voices?! What the hell is going on, why did you blow up the courthouse and kidnap the freaking Mayor? If you're not terrorists, what are you?” You punctuated each question with a smack to whomever stood closest to you and dared to try to restrain you.

“OKAY OKAY, I’LL EXPLAIN, STOP FIGHTING.” Taehyung screams, panting and in pain from struggling against you.

---

You sit on a beat up old couch in what looks like a safe house, still handcuffed to Taehyung. The men had tried to unhandcuff you and him, but the keys didn’t seem to work anymore. Jungkook gives you some tea which you sniff apprehensively.

“We’re not going to poison you, y/n.”

“I know that,” you jerk your handcuffed hand to your mouth, sipping the tea, pulling Tae’s hand with you, who is less than pleased by your attitude.

You decide to cut to the chase. “Why did you kidnap The Mayor?”

The men look at each other, silently exchanging words. “We had a good reason.”

“And that reason?” You wished they would just explain what’s going on! They’re good guys, at least they were good guys, from what you remembered.

You remembered Jeon Jungkook. He was in a grade lower than you, he was a top student who had been shy and always kind. He was a good kid. Taehyung was an oddball, but he was never mean to you. He could have gotten away with it, he was good looking and popular, but he never bullied you like the others.

Even Yoongi, who you remembered acted pretty standoffish, had been close with Namjoon, so you knew he was warm and soft under his hard icy exterior. He would help old ladies cross the street! You distinctly remember watching him help an old grandma with her food cart, the wheel always caught on the graveled road, he walked beside her pushing the cart for her as you walked home after school. Deep down Yoongi was good, he was a better person than you, how the hell did he get involved in this?!

“Tell her, it’s okay,” one of the men say, still hooded and hiding away from you.

“Not gonna take your hood off?” you turn around and ask.

Taehyung sighs, pulling on the chain that connected you to get your attention. “The Mayor was going to sign a bill that would have destroyed our town. Our town, y/n.”

“Wait, what?” You remembered hearing about it briefly on the news, between hit pieces posed at your friend, “The clean energy bill? How would-”

“It’s not a clean energy bill! The media calls it that, packaged it like some great initiative towards sustainable energy, but if you actually read it, y/n, you would know how horrible for the environment it is! It would give the oil and electric companies free reign to throw their toxic waste into our water supply!” Taehyung yells, upset.

“The bill gives the city more funding for solar panels, but it also lifts all the current safety regulations on traditional energy and minimizes the pollution fines that protect the surrounding ecosystems,” Yoongi adds solemnly, “The oil companies are already abusing the rules and the poorer communities surrounding the city are feeling the effects of their pollution, if this bill passes it would become a hundred times worse for them...for my parents.” Yoongi crosses his arms, clearly upset as well.

“Yeah, the city gets a few shiny new solar energy panels and our familes get to drink toxic waste!” Taehyung remarks bitterly.

“So you blow up the courthouse and kidnap The Mayor?!”

“Yes!” Taehyung barks, “We’ve followed their rules, we’ve protested, gone to city halls and tried to reason with The Mayor, but he doesn’t care! All he cares about is how much the oil companies can give him in campaign donations. Who do you think added those provisions to the bill?”

You stay silent. What should you do? What would Namjoon do? You knew The Mayor was shady, but this was too far…“Then what is your plan?” Taehyung looks past you, and the hooded man nods his head.

“We’re not going to let him go until he promises to amend the bill.”

“And also propose a new bill that protects our rivers and wildlife.” Jungkook adds hopefully.

‘So they’re not terrorists...they’re eco-terrorists. Shit...’ Your head hurts, you never really paid attention to what was going on in your hometown, ever since you and Namjoon moved to the heart of the city. Since you started your cleaning business, you were too preoccupied with your own shit to care about politics. You should have paid more attention, you felt ashamed. However, this is too extreme, this is insanity!

You sigh. “You really think you can convince The Mayor to actually do something that won’t benefit him? Everyone knows he’s a narcissist.”

“We have our methods.”

You take a deep breath and decide to address the elephant in the room, “You mean your superpowers?” The men stay silent so you continue. “You transported us here, right, Jungkook? And you…” you survey the man you’re handcuffed to, “Mr. Invisibility.”

Taehyung scoffs. “Just call me V.”

Your eyes widen and you gasp, covering your mouth with your free hand. “You’re the thief!” Taehyung smirks. “Oh my god, I get it now. You...and you!” You point to Jungkook, who must have teleported Taehyung inside. “Why?”

“We needed money to pull something like this off,” Yoongi says. “We finally decided to use our powers to take some power.” You wonder, does Yoongi have a super power too?

“Well, that’s kind of impressive. Also very illegal. I’m going to have to perform a citizen’s arrest.”

The men around you stiffen. “C’mon, it was a joke.”

“She’s best friend’s with RM.”

You turn around again, “Who are you, you know I’m going to figure it out eventually!”

Speaking of RM, you hope he got the text you sent him, hopefully he can use his connections to The Chief to find out where you are.

“We need to leave now! Don’t fucking trust her, RM could be here any second.”

“God, you guys really can’t take a fucking joke.”

“Jungkook, take The Mayor somewhere else NOW!”

Jungkook nods his head, standing up. “Jungkook, no!” Truth be told, you kind of saw their point, but this...this was too extreme. You can still hear the terrified screams of pedestrians around you when the first bomb detonated. You reach for Jungkok’s arm to stop him, and suddenly that floating feeling comes back, worse than before. You, Jungkook, and Taehyung all fall at the feet of the tied up Mayor.

Jungkook groans, you feel like throwing up, Taehyung curses. “Shit, not again, are you okay, JK?”

“Yes,” Jungkook grunts, steadying himself, “I was just not prepared for hopping both of you so soon.”

“Take him and the rest out of here, one-by-one," he adds, "I’ll deal with her.”

You moan in pain, shaking on the ground, dizzy and winded. You would definitely not recommend traveling by teleportation to anybody.

---

It wasn’t long before Namjoon broke through the safe house, smashing through the wall like it was paper.

“RM!” you yell, “Don’t come any closer!”

“What’s wrong? Why are you like that? Where’s The Mayor?” His voice booms through the empty space, you’ve never seen him so angry. If you hadn’t known Namjoon, you would have been really frightened of him. You hope Taehyung is regretting his decision now.

“Ask him if there are others,” Taehyung whispers in your ear. You probably looked pretty silly, arms covering your neck. Well, it was your free arm, covering your handcuffs, as Taehyung held the chain across your throat.

“RM, did you bring, um, back up? S-stop walking!”

Namjoon halts. “They’re on their way,” he says uneasily.

“Whatever you’re planning, just don’t hurt him, please,” you whisper.

“Who are you talking to?” your friend cocks his head to the side, studying your odd behavior.

“Or...I will...kill you.”

You feel it again, the shift in air, and you see Jungkook, appearing again, right behind Namjoon.

“RM, behind you!”

And just like that, your friend was gone. Taehyung reveals himself again, tightening the chain around your neck when you yell, you grab onto his arms. He stands stunned as you pull yourself away from him, your hands free and his hands now cuffed together.

You grab the first thing you can find as a weapon, a loose metal pipe attached to the wall, ready to defend yourself, but Taehyung is nowhere to be seen.

“I agree with you,” you yell, “but hurting people is not the answer!” That’s what Namjoon would say, at least.

A scream in the distance makes you turn, you see Namjoon, his strong arms wrapped tightly around Jungkook, both drenched from head to toe, and then they’ve disappeared again before you can call his name. You see them again, fighting, for only a split second, the water frozen to snow and ice on their bodies.

“Dammit Taehyung!” You swing at nothing, “Tell him to stop and bring RM back!”

Your best friend and Jungkook reappear in a cloud of sand, gone again in a flash, Jungkook is too fast! But your friend is too strong, and you’re more worried that he’s going to end up hurting Jungkook and himself potentially stranding him somewhere dangerous.

“We can’t have either of you stopping us, and now that you’ve seen our faces-” Taehyung’s voice moves around you, to the point where you’re not sure where he’s coming from, and then you are knocked off your feet, the wind kicked out of you. You swing the pipe around you, wincing in pain.

You hear Namjoon again, Jungkook must be back, you hear the pair fighting meters away from you. Scrambling to your feet, concentrating, hands firm around the steel pipe, you make a decision to stop Taehyung and Jungkook no matter what.

Truthfully, if it had only been you, you might have been swayed to let your old classmates go ahead with their crazy plan, but the fact of the matter is you just so happen to be in love with the goody two shoes who’s trying to stop them, and you’ll protect him with your life.

So, you swing the metal pipe into Taehyung’s side.

Taehyung reanimates on the ground, coughing up blood, “How did you see me?”

You smirk. “I didn’t, obviously. I could feel you, dummy.”

Your impressive trick doesn’t help you after all. Jungkook appears, materializing in front of you, and wraps his strong hands around you and teleports you away. The last thing you see is Taehyung disappearing again and Namjoon running towards you, so close.

---

You knock on your friend's door. You haven’t been to his apartment in a very long time, he says it’s unsafe, because someone dangerous might find out his identity and try to attack him. Well, you’ve already been attacked, so you figured it would be alright to visit him this one time.

You came straight to Namjoon. You haven’t even gone home yet, you're still in your old clothes. Your clothes are still damp, your hair is a mess, you’re bruised, blood still crusted on your skin. You just needed to see your friend, make sure he was okay, guilt plaguing you because you didn’t do more to help him. You hope he’s home, you hope he’s safe-

“Y/n!” Namjoon pulls you into a crushing hug. Really crushing hug, but you don’t mind. You fall against him, happy, and exhausted.

---

“Ow.”

“Shit, sorry!”

“No!” Namjoon tries to untangle himself from you, but you cuddle closer to him, moving your body on top of him.

“I was so worried, you were asleep for two days,” he mumbles into your hair.

“Mmm let’s go back to sleep.” You bury your head into his chest, he’s warm, so warm. He hums, arms wrapping around you loosely.

---

“Y-Yoongi?! I-I haven’t talked to him in years,” Namjoon pauses, “Do you think...they always had powers? Taehyung and Jungkook?”

“I, um, don’t know. Probably, to be able to use them well enough to rob a bank.” You stretch your arms and legs. “That brat sure knew what he was doing when he dropped me off in the middle of the fucking ocean.”

“How did you get back?”

“Ugh, long story,” you relent and give Namjoon more information when he won’t stop looking at you accusingly, “There was a, um, fishing boat. I hitched a ride. Anyways, what are you going to do about The Mayor?”

“Err The Mayor’s back, y/n,” Namjoon pulls out his phone, searching for a video. “It’s like nothing ever happened. Look.”

You watch as The Mayor stands in front of a podium and addresses the city, speaking about the bus and explosion. “A terrible unexplainable series of events,” he called them. Breaks that went out, a gas leak, everything so conveniently explained away, and then he spoke about why he won’t be signing the new energy bill after all.

“Holy fuck, those assholes did it.” Now you were really impressed. You study the video. “He looks kind of scared, don’t you think?”

Namjoon looks closer too. “See anything weird?”

“Yep.”

Behind The Mayor, every once in awhile, something shifts, it could be just the wind, or-

“We have to stop them.”

“What? Why?! Did you not just listen to what I told you, they have fucking super powers like you Joon, and well, the also have a good reason to-”

“It’s wrong, y/n! They’re hurting people. That explosion could have killed someone.”

“But it didn’t,” you huff. Thankfully, there had been no casualties and barely even any injuries.

“Why are you defending them?! They are criminals! Jungkook almost killed you, you could have drowned!” Namjoon raises his already booming voice, anger getting the better of him at the thought of something happening to you. Namjoon had to stop them!

You want to yell back, but you bite your tongue. Why can’t your best friend budge just a little in his convictions? Namjoon lived in black and white, his lifestyle making his ideals as steely as his strength. He had to, otherwise he’d second guess every action. He had faith in the system, because he served the system. But you saw the gray, you saw the way good people never found justice and how bad people kept on winning.

“It’s Yoongi, and-”

“No! Fuck - Ow!” Namjoon crushes his cell in his anger, the glass pieces piercing his skin. This is exactly what you were trying to prevent. You rush to the sink to grab paper towels to stop the bleeding.

“Okay, so let’s come up with a plan to stop them, then?” you say to soothe his nerves.

---

“So! They are all part of a beach clean up group. The next meeting is this weekend, what do you think? Want to go pick up some trash?”

“How did you find that out?” Namjoon's surprised expression makes you giggle.

“Facebook! I’m friends with them, can you believe it?” you laugh.

“Am I friends with them?” Namjoon’s eyes go wide as he checks his new phone.

“Probably,” you giggle.

“Yoongi posted an event for tomorrow,” Namjoon scrolls through his phone, “A protest at City Hall.”

“I don’t have any plans, do you?” you smile.

Namjoon smiles brightly, pulling you into a hug. “Thank you, y/n.”

“For what?” you mutter, holding him close.

“For staying by my side. I know...it’s hard, to be around me,” he wants to hold you tighter, but he’s scared, it feels like there’s a million obstacles in his way, “I try hard to make things right, but,” he whispers. “I feel like I’m always ruining things.”

You look up at your friend who looks so small now, despite his towering size. “Joon, I’ll never leave you.”

He bends down to kiss you, lips pressing softly on yours. You breathe in, he smells so good, like pine, like the woods you used to explore together, reminding you of home. The same home and woods that your old classmates are trying to save. You break away from his kiss.

“I should, um, go. Big day tomorrow.”

“Wait,” his arm finds your wrist, “Stay?” The thought of you leaving now, after everything, after waking up to you for the past three days, cuddled next to him so peaceful and so beautiful, the thought of him waking up tomorrow alone again, makes Namjoon weak.

“Not tonight, Joonie.” You lay a kiss on his cheek, meant to say goodbye. But he turns his head to you, chasing after your lips.

“I’ll be gentle, I promise.”

You laugh softly, “Joon, if you want me, don’t be gentle this time.” You lean away, raising your eyebrows.

“You’ll get hurt.” You roll your eyes, turning away, reaching for the front door handle. Namjoon wraps his arm around your waist, pressing you tight to him. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he says, voice low in your ear, hot breath giving you goosebumps. You let a shameless moan escape you.

“Do you know what I want?” you shift against him, already feeling him hardening behind you. You look over your shoulder, up into his dark searching eyes. “I want you to stop holding back when you fuck me.” You move his hand on your waist down lower, into your pants, his fingertips grazing your center. “Please, Joon, please.”

Namjoon exhales, and his other hand grabs hold of your hair, fist tightening, giving in to your pleas. He feels your wetness on his fingers, sliding inside you, listening to your moans fill the quiet, like a sweet song. If he could listen to this melody forever, he would. He would give you anything you want, you don’t have to beg him like you do now, but your lust filled pleas make his chest tighten and his dick swell. And when you whine his name, mouth open and inviting, Namjoon wants nothing more than to make you his, over and over, your song only for his ears to hear.

He can’t control himself any longer, bending you over his couch. “Harder,” you moan. Namjoon slams his hips into yours, his sofa lurches forward, the edge of the armrest digs into your skin painfully. You hold in your voice, worried he’ll stop if you yell. The couch scratches across his floor every time he moves in and out, deep voice grunting behind you.

“Oof!” The couch tilts, the legs snap, dropping you down suddenly. You giggle as he laughs breathlessly.

---

You and Namjoon stay in the back of the assembly, listening to Taehyung address the crowd. You have to admit, your former classmate is made for the spotlight. He is so charismatic, rallying the group together with hopeful words of the future.

“Do you see anyone else you might know?” you whisper.

Namjoon nods towards the end of the stage, “Him. Do you remember?” You look over to stare at one of the most attractive men you’ve ever seen. You shake your head, unable to look away, already feeling the heat in your cheeks rising. “He was in a grade above us,” Namjoon whispers. The man looks towards your area in the crowd, giving you an even better view of him. You really can’t remember him, but whoever he is, he had the glow up of the century! “That’s Kim Seokjin.”

‘Kim Seokjin is a goddamn hottie.’ Namjoon pulls at your elbow, turning you around. “What’s wrong?” You turn to look over your shoulder shameless in your desire to look at him longer, but Namjoon pulls you closer to him.

“I think he noticed me.”

“Were you close?”

Namjoon nods, “It’s been so long, we lost touch.” He pauses, “You know, after that night, with everything that happened-”

“Well, c’mon,” you change the subject, trying to lift his mood, “Let’s grab a sign and blend in!”

The protest lasted for hours, you and Namjoon joined in with the chants to stop the illegal (and you found out, sometimes legal) dumping of waste. You actually enjoyed the protest, everyone was so nice, you could tell they really cared about helping their community.

You and Namjoon met an old lady whose husband was a fisherman, it was the only profession he knew for his whole life, and his livelihood was being threatened by the pollution. She was old, she couldn’t do much to help him, she said, but she took the bus into the city anytime she could afford to spread awareness. The way she spoke about her husband, you could tell how much she loved him, how much she wanted to make him happy. You related to her.

You and Namjoon met a group of college kids who were studying marine biology. They learned about the rising toxicity levels in the water, performed experiments of their own, and saw the results with their own eyes. They were here to save their future and the future of the marine life they loved so much. They were young and hopeful and made you miss that fading part of you.

You and Namjoon met a man who ran an animal sanctuary. He was so passionate about his work and saving the environment. He was delighted when you said you’d like to volunteer. He was a selfless man, a giving man, very much like your best friend. So you couldn’t stop smiling when they both hit it off, Namjoon finally finding another with a shared mutual affection for crabs of all species.

Each one of them had their own stories, reasons why they were protesting for a better world. It was inspiring, and you could tell Namjoon could feel their warmth too, the good energy in the crowd. It was good, until the policemen came to stop the protest.

“This is a peaceful protest.” Namjoon tried to reason with them, tried to calm the officers down, “We aren’t doing anything illegal.” He really tried, but it was Namjoon, who was arguing with the policemen, not RM, the superhero who they feared and respected; and they treated your friend like any other nuisance, with vitriol and violence.

On the other end of the crowd, people start screaming. Policemen began to use tear gas on the crowd. You and Namjoon run towards the commotion, becoming separated as you try to help the protestors. All around you people start fighting, and it’s no longer a peaceful protest anymore.

Protesters start running for safety. You protect as many people as you can, but there are rubber bullets and tear gas, so many policemen for the tiny crowd of protestors, so you run with them. You see Namjoon shielding protesters, you scream as policemen hit his back with bats, the rods breaking. Namjoon turns around with fire in his eyes, and you think your friend might actually turn on the officer, but Namjoon is too forgiving. You are not as forgiving, and you feel a special kind of satisfaction watching the policeman trip backwards, falling over another officer. You see other officers, thrown by an invisible force, and you have a sneaking suspicion who it might be.

“Yoongi!” You and Yoongi slam into each other, holding on to one another so neither of you falls. He looks at you, mouth opened wide in surprise, like he had just seen a ghost, shock etching his features, finally melting into relief.

“Come with me!” He pulls you through the crowd, down an alleyway. You run with him at full speed, glancing a look behind you, hoping to catch a glimpse of your best friend. But it's too dark, the street lights seem to turn off around you as the pair of you move.

You’re shoved into an unlocked door, both of you panting on the ground. “I have to go back,” you heave in air, winded, “I have to find my friend.”

“Y/n!”

“Joon?”

“Are you okay?” you both ask each other at the same time.

“You’re alive!” Jungkook exclaims, popping into the group, looking exhausted.

You’re ready to strangle Jungkook, turning on your heels and charging towards him. Well you try, if it weren’t for Namjoon, who lifts you like a doll in his arms. “Let me down, Joon! Where’s Taehyung?! Stop hiding, you coward!”

“Calm down!” You turn your head to see a very angry Kim Seokjin. “Why did you come here, to fight or talk?!”

‘Oh fuck,’ you think, ‘He’s even hotter when he’s mad.’ Jin smirks at you. You go limp in your friend's arms, embarrassed by the way everyone’s eyes are on you both. “Let gooo!” you whisper, self conscious, glaring at Namjoon.

Taehyung animates right in front of you. Namjoon yelps, you however, aim for his nose. Taehyung barely dodges you. Disappearing again. You turn around, grabbing for his hair.

“OW!” Taehyung’s head reanimates in your fist. Namjoon yells in horror.

“It’s getting easier to spot you, not so Mr. Invisible,” you say through clenched teeth. Taehyung grabs your hand, long slender fingers tight around your wrist.

“Y/n!? What did you do to her?!” Namjoon roars.

“Relax, she’s still there.” Jin says, massaging his temples, “Somewhere.”

You can fully see Taehyung now as he wraps himself around you.

“Oh shit, am I invi-?!” Taehyung covers your mouth.

“Y/n?!”

“Can we all stop fighting already!” Yoongi yells, annoyed.

Taehyung whispers in your ear, his hot breath back like last time, dragging you around Namjoon who looks eerily right through you. “Listen...I’m...sorry.” You stop struggling at his words, “I know what we did to you wasn’t right. And...I’m glad you’re okay. Can you blame me? Wouldn't you have done the same for him?” You look into his eyes, staring down at you with such conviction, it’s a look you’re familiar with. You know he’s just trying to protect his friends. You jerk your head away, and he moves his hand from your mouth slowly, fingers still lying irritatingly on your cheek.

“I get it, okay?” you whisper, “Don’t do it again, especially on Namjoon or you’ll regret it. I meant what I said.”

He gives you a weak smile. “You two were always close, huh?” Taehyung steers you out of the way of a frantic Namjoon. “What did you think about the protest? I was surprised, but..I’m glad you came, and saw for yourself how we’re treated.” You think about the people you met and you hope everyone is okay, you slump against Taehyung, full of regret and worry. He takes the opportunity to move you just out of Namjoon’s searching outstretched arm.

“Wait, how am I invisible too?” you whisper.

“As long as I touch you.” His hand moves from your mouth down your neck, skirting down between your breasts as he settles around your hips. “I can transfer my power to you.” This position is intimate, the way he holds you close, and even though the others can’t see either of you, you start to feel flustered by his proximity.

“Tae, bring her back. Namjoon is about to destroy the whole building.”

“Y/n!” Namjoon pulls you out of Taehyung’s grasp, hugging you close to him, his reaction not lessening the embarrassment you feel. His hold on you is too much, you wince, burying your head in his chest.

Taehyung crosses his arms, chewing on his bottom lip and glaring at Namjoon. “You know about us, but we also know you’re RM.”

“I’m n-not RM!”

“He’s not RM!”

“Seokjin can see your thoughts,” Yoongi adds.

“And you’re constantly thinking about him,” Jin looks at you knowingly and gestures to your friend.

“Jin, you’re a mind reader?!” Namjoon barks.

“I prefer the term, ‘Mind Spy.’ Sounds cooler, right? Just call me 006 Sense.”

‘Jin can read...minds? Is he reading my mind right now?’ You suddenly realize this entire time from the moment you noticed him you were thinking about how sexy he looked. ‘Oh god, stop thinking, stop thinking. Don’t think about his dick, y/n. WHY WOULD I THINK THAT?!’

Seokjin snickers, smiling at you.

Oh fuck, he definitely heard that thought. Why is it when you try not to think about something, it’s all you can think about. And you are definitely thinking about a naked Jin railing you with that same damn smirk.

“STOP LISTENING TO MY THOUGHTS.” You really thought Taehyung’s power was the most annoying, but Seokjin’s power is the absolute worst! You try not to think of either men, at least not at the same time, mortified by your spiraling thoughts. Jin cackles with laughter.

“Anyways,” Yoongi coughs. “The point is we know, so if you go to the police, we’ll let the whole world know who you are.”

“Think about what that would mean for you, your friends, your family, your girlfriend.” Jin says, looking at you.

“She’s n-not-”

Your eyes go wide, staring into Jin’s knowing eyes, thinking about all the times you fucked Namjoon and mentally cursing yourself.

“Ahh, I see, you’re just fuckbuddies,” he says, grinning, then adds. “She doesn’t like him like that, you don't have to worry,” turning to Taehyung, winking.

“I did not think that,” you glower.

Taehyung’s ears go red. “Stay out of my mind,” he mutters.

“It’s not my fault everyone’s thoughts are so loud. I’m the real victim here, having to listen to all your sex-crazed thoughts about each other, especially you,” he smirks, “dirty girl.”

Namjoon glares at Jin, jaw clenching. The men stare down each other. At times like these, when Namjoon stays so intimidatingly quiet, you wish you had the kind of power Jin possessed instead.

“I could tell you what he’s thinking, if you’d like,” Jin offers, breaking out into a smile.

The audacity this man has! You want to punch him in his smug beautiful face. Jin snickers. “You’re an asshole.”

“If I’m such an asshole why do you keep thinking about fucking me?”

Ugh, it’s not like you are purposely thinking that. It’s just damn hard not to, especially when you’re trying to stop yourself from thinking about anything really important that Jin could use against you. You cross your arms, looking away at him, deciding to just scream your thoughts as loud at possible.

“We’re leaving.” Namjoon growls, grabbing your arm and pulling you away from your thoughts.

“Don’t let him leave! He’s going to the police.”

“Joon? That’s not what you’re thinking, is it?” Why would he do that? Why would he risk his identity after what just happened? You look at him with questioning eyes.

Jungkook appears in front of you. You place yourself in between them, but Joon easily lifts your body, switching positions.

“Joon!” You hit his back, yelling, “Stop!”

“They broke into a bank, stole millions of dollars, blew up a government building, threatened The Mayor-”

“We had no other choice! Do you think we wanted to go this far? Look at what happened tonight. Regular people can’t make a difference. This is the only way, Namjoon. You use your powers to make the world a better place, right? Well, we decided, that’s what we’re going to do too. All of us.” Taehyung says.

You bite your tongue, uneasiness pooling at the pit of your stomach, wondering if that sweet old lady made it back on the bus home. Maybe Taehyung had a point. The room stays quiet. Taehyung looks over to Jin, who shakes his head no solemnly.

“Joon, you don’t need to fix everything all the time,” you say, turning to your friend, “Joon please. They’re not bad people.”

“Y/n, I’m trying to protect this city!"

“We’re trying-”

“They’re trying to protect this city too!” you yell. The men look between the two of you, surprise on their faces, Taehyung especially shocked you said exactly what he was about to say.

You sigh. Stepping away from your friend, walking over the imaginary line that divides Namjoon and Taehyung’s conflicting ideals, you’ve made a choice. You stand in the space between Yoongi and Taehyung.

“Y/n, what the hell are you doing?” You watch the way Namjoon tenses, hands in fists by his side.

“I’m joining them. If you want to have them arrested, then, I guess, you’ll have to arrest me too.”

“Why...why are you doing this?”

You bite your lip, with all eyes on you, “I don’t think you’re wrong, Joonie, but they’re not wrong either. Please, let’s just go home.” You hate the way he looks at you, so betrayed and hurt. He lowers his head, clenching his fist.

You and the men turn to Jin who stays silent and then, after a long time, nods his head.

---

Now you really wished you had Jin’s power, walking silently beside your best friend, close enough to reach out for his hand, yet you feel a thousand miles apart, worrying how cracked your friendship has become.

You turn down the street towards your apartment. “I’ll walk you to your home,” It’s the first sentence Namjoon uttered since you left the group.

“Okay,” you say softly.

The rest of your trip stays in stark bitter silence, until the key scrapes into the lock, and you open your door and finally brave a look at Namjoon. Your eyes meet, you want to tell him sorry, say anything to take away his pained frown and replace it with his dimpled smile, but you keep your thoughts in, ready to tell him goodbye instead.

You weren’t expecting for him to kiss you, pulling you into him so swiftly and slamming the door behind him so hard it shakes the frame.

He kisses you hard, knocking the wind out of you along with all your previous thoughts. You had been secretly terrified Namjoon was never going to forgive you. Your fingers dig into his scalp, pulling him closer, happy to have Namjoon back for now, welcoming all his bruising touches, limbs tangled as you both race to your bedroom.

Namjoon hovers over you, his strong hand ripping off your shirt, destroying the fabric of your skirt, tearing your panties easily. You’re not hating this new aggressive version of your friend, but you can’t help but feel uneasiness at his sudden shift in attitude, too afraid to ask him, why now?

Namjoon, usually sweet and polite, ravages your body, making you shiver with the way his eyes roam over your nakedness, dark and possessive, his tongue rolling down your skin, lips sucking marks across your chest. His large hands grab harshly at your curves, fingers pinching your nipples, hands hastily exploring every inch of your body like he’s running on borrowed time.

And then he stops, looking down at you, eyes searching yours.

“Joon?” you reach to touch his cheek and he leans into your touch. Your eyes are filled with worry and questions. Joon notices and leans down, capturing your lips in a kiss, answering you this way, with his tongue in your mouth and fingers pressing into your cunt. He swallows your moans, and when he replaces his fingers with his hard length, swallows your screams too. He races to reach his high, pulling you over his dick again and again until you’re numb from pleasure. You let him handle your body the way he likes.

You’re grateful to be needed by him again.

---

“Is it true, what Jin said? You don’t like me?”

Joon had tried to ignore the jealousy coursing through him, replace his hurt with passion instead, but Seokjin’s words kept gnawing at him until he couldn’t take it anymore.

You pull your head up, chin on Namjoon’s chest, looking at your best friend. He’s naked under you still.

“Joon, you’re my best friend,” you look away shyly, “-I do like you, but sometimes it feels like you’re not even there anymore. RM just takes over, and I can’t reach you.”

Namjoon shakes his head, his fingers fiddling with your own, “RM is who I am.”

You stay silent, even though Namjoon can’t hear your thoughts, you feel guilty, because in that moment all that comes to your mind is how much you don’t like RM.

---

You survey the wreckage. It looked like a mini hurricane ran through the building, legs stumbling over wreckage as you walk up to a very disgruntled bank teller.

“Sorry you have to see me again,” you greet, pulling out your checklist, “Care to fill me in on the details before we begin the cleanup?”

You listen to the bank teller explain what occurred dramatically, like they couldn’t believe it with their own eyes. “There was RM, right there!” “And another man, he had superpowers too!” “They fought! He beat the strongest man alive!”

You feel the blood drain from your face. Namjoon didn’t speak to you today, or the day before, and you had been too scared to rock your already shaky relationship to reach out to him first.

He should have contacted you! He should have told you! You look around the wreckage, and then you see it, across the open safe, in purple spray paint, two lines connecting into a V.

‘Well, that’s going to take awhile to clean…’

It’s four in the morning now and you're relentlessly pounding on Namjoon’s door.

“Joon! Are you in there?!” You sigh, he has to have a spare key somewhere, and if not then you’ll just-

---

Namjoon looks up from his book to see your very upset face staring down at him.

“How did you get in here?!”

“Kim Namjoon, why didn’t you answer me - you’re hurt!” He shakes you off when you rush to his side.

“Yeah, well, I was introduced to some more old classmates,” he says bitterly.

“There’s more...?” You feel sick, worried for the future, how many more people like Kim Taehyung are there?

Namjoon nods. “Do you remember Jung Hoseok? Yeah? Remember his nickname?”

“Hmm, the classroom’s sun? Because he brightened the room with his presence.”

“Well looks like he can do a lot more than that now. It’s like he controls the weather, I’ve never seen anything like it.”

You take a seat on the floor by his still broken couch, your head resting on Namjoon’s knee. “Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

Namjoon clenches his jaw, patting your head. “They’re dangerous. I don't want you anywhere near them.”

“I can still try to help you, Joon.”

“Would you help me or help them?!”

You glare at him. “Of course I would help you, you idiot,” you say, reaching over and smacking him on the head.

“Ow,” he winces, rubbing the spot. “I’m already in enough pain, woman!”

You jump up and hug him close to you, “Your job might be to protect the whole world, but my job is to protect you, okay?” Joon hugs you back, sighing.

“I know you said to let it go, but I can’t, I just can’t. Not now.”

You nod, ready to help him for your own selfish reasons, swallowing down your anger because wanting revenge is not very heroic and Namjoon wouldn't approve, “They had to have a reason for stealing more money, and I think I might know why-”

“Tell me later, now, just rest with me. I always feel better afterwards when you do,” Namjoon grunts, moving over to give you space.

You settle down by your friend’s side, cuddling on the couch. Both content now that you’re together again. “Remind me to fix this couch,” you mumble.

“Shhh, come closer.” You don’t believe you could get any closer to Namjoon, but you scoot your body over, paying careful attention to where he’s hurt. You’ll have to fix that too.

---

Namjoon lands in front of the oil rig on the outskirts of the city with you cradled in his arms, placing you on the ground. “Whoa! Why don’t we do that more often? I give that trip five stars.”

Namjoon scoffs, smiling. “You really think they are going to try to blow this place up too?”

You nod. “I looked into it and this company has tons of fines for illegal waste dumping. Also, when we were up in the air didn’t you notice how all the street lights went dark in the surrounding area. I bet you anything the street cameras aren’t working either.” You and your caped friend walk the perimeter and sure enough Namjoon’s sharp eyes spot blinking lights under one of the oil tankers.

“Please tell me you know how to diffuse one of those things.”

“Um, if I crush it, does that count as diffusing it?”

Jungkook appears, “I can’t let you do that, RM.”

“And I can’t let you blow up a tanker, Jungkook. What are you trying to accomplish now?”

“He’s got a point, for a group who wants to save the planet, blowing up the planet seems counterintuitive.”

Jungkook shifts awkwardly. Disappearing and then reappearing with Kim Taehyung in tow.

“RM,” he nods towards your friend, “Y/n, are you here to help or try and stop us again?”

You speak first, “We’re stopping you this time, V.”

“What's the reason this time, Taehyung?”

“Do you know how many times this company has spilled oil into the ocean? When’s the last time the media covered an oil spill? When's the last time people cared? But if there was a massive spill just outside the city, an explosion on top of that, that’s worth a camera crew, don’t you think? People might start to care again.”

“Can’t you just get your new Mayor friend to do something about this instead, why do you always have to take such drastic measures? I can’t defend you for this, Taehyung.” you yell, hoping to talk some sense into him.

Taehyung shakes his head, “Every second we waste trying to go through bureaucratic red tape the planet is closer to dying. In thirty years we might not even have any fish to save. We have to act now!”

You look between the men, each standing tall and unwavering. You reach for Namjoon’s hand, giving it an encouraging squeeze. “Sorry V, we’re not going to let you do this.”

Taehyung sighs. “I’m sorry too.”

If RM was the world's very first superhero, V was the very first super villain. Except there were multiple of him, all with the same ideals, all powerful like him...like Jung Hoseok.

Jungkook disappears and reappears with one more man. You barely recognize him, you knew him as the happy go lucky boy who always joked around and smiled brightly. He wasn’t smiling now. With tan skin and sharp jawline, lips pressed into a tight line, Jung Hoseok stands next to them, eyes full of fire.

The ground starts shaking, Namjoon grabs you and flies high into the night sky. In that moment it starts raining, hard, lightning filling the clouds, and Namjoon makes a hasty landing again, hiding you behind tall barrels before he leaves to stop Hoseok. Wind shoots out, blowing debris and boxes straight towards your friend.

“Namjoon!” you scream his name. Wooden crates explode against Namjoon’s body. Namjoon picks up a tractor, throwing it towards Hoseok. The metal rig flies through the air, stopping short of its target thanks to another strong gust of wind. You watch stunned. You’ve never seen such raw power, both men are incredible and terrifying. You never thought anyone else could match Namjoon’s strength until today.

Namjoon continues to be pummeled by machinery, the rain making things so much harder for him. You can’t take watching him get slowly beaten down, struggling against the wind and rain and Hoseok’s constant barrage. You can’t take it anymore!

A large metal shipping container flies through the air, powered by Hoseok’s wind. You scream for Namjoon to notice, but he’s fallen, slipped to the ground, already so beaten up, and the large metal object is getting closer and closer, about to hit him.

So you run towards your friend.

And you make a decision.

The shipping container stops.

Namjoon looks up at you, your body stiff and shaking with adrenaline, your arms outstretched above him, the container stopped in mid air. You look down at your best friend and the only thing you can think to say is a weak, “Sorry.”

You wave the container away with both arms. And before Joon can question you, you wave your hand backward, sliding him far away from you, moving him to safety, so he couldn’t see you and couldn’t stop you, because you are not a superhero, you’re not like RM, you never wanted to be a hero, and you swore to Taehyung what you would do if he tried to hurt your friend again.

You lift Hoseok off the ground, the ground splits beneath you, but you bond the earth back to the way it was as quick as it happened. You were an expert in putting things back together, after all.

With a look, you throw Hoseok into the dirt hard, knocking him out. Jungkook appears in front of you and a simple lift of your hand stills him. He looks at you wide eyed as you keep him from teleporting.

“I warned you.” You can feel Taehyung behind you. Even if he remained invisible you could feel his molecules, like you could feel all the surrounding molecules. You weren’t lying to him when you told him you could feel him.

The surrounding lights turn on, blinding you. So you shatter the lights and the surrounding cameras, and you shatter the explosives, moving them away from the tanker with a concentrated glance, containing their explosions with your mind. It wasn’t easy, nothing like you’ve experienced, the combustion so fast and intense, but you managed to keep them contained, breaking your mind control with Jungkook in the process.

He teleports Hoseok away, but before he can take Taehyung you stop him again. Jungkook tries his hardest to shift, it worries you, the way his molecules bounce around, trying to break free. You can feel Joon moving closer. You can almost see him in your mind, see his shocked face. You stop him from moving any closer and you can imagine the disappointment on his face.

You feel like crying.

You look at Taehyung who looks at you in shock, limbs pressed hard to his sides, eyes full of fear. He’s scared of you.

You can’t do it. You can’t hurt him. But you don’t know how much longer you can hold three men, who are each trying desperately to break free from your powers.

The rain and wind has stopped since knocking Hoseok down, but it doesn't stop the chill that fills your bones, knowing you can never go back to the way your life used to be. You close your eyes. You can feel the stuttering breaths Namjoon takes, he’s fighting against your powers. This is what you wanted to avoid. You start to cry.

“Jungkook, take me some place far away,” Jungkook's scared doe eyes watch you, still frozen. And then you let him go, reaching out for his arm.

---

You land in sand, soft and warm, falling down. The sun feels good on your cold wet body. You steady your breathing, waiting for your head to stop spinning.

Jungkook lies next to you panting too. You’re still holding his hand, scared he’s going to leave you. You'll be alone now, really alone.

“You had powers this whole time,” Jungkook grunts, doubling over into himself when he tries to stand up.

You nod, crying, placing your free hand on Jungkook’s shoulder, concentrating on all the areas that hurt him.

In all the days you spent by Namjoon’s side, you learned a few tricks about your telekinesis, one of them being ways to heal bruises if you concentrated hard enough on his body. You do the same for Jungkook, who stands up feeling better, shocked again by your actions.

He pulls your weeping body out of the sand. And Jeon Jungkook, sweet boy turned supervillain, hugs you close and lets you cry on his shoulder.

---

You sit high on top of the oil rig, bored, moving things back together, like pieces on a chess board, with a lazy flick of your hand. Your cleaning crew had all gone and you were left to “survey the situation.” What you really did all those nights is this, move what could be savable from the piles of debris in your cleaning trucks and piece them back together. It was a simple process and you’ve gotten really quick at it.

You can feel your friend, you feel him flying towards you, landing softly behind you. You don’t turn around, continuing your cleanup, since you’re on a schedule. Namjoon sits next to you.

“You have powers?” His eyes go wide at the movement below, mouth dropping in an ‘O’ and all you can think is, ‘cute.’

“Yeah,” you smile weakly, rubbing your arms up and down, trying to massage away the phantom pain your limbs feel “carrying” so much weight. “It happened the same night as you,” you whisper, looking down at the destruction, you go back to picking up trash and throwing it into the back of your trucks with your mind, working as he watches you in shock.

Eventually, when you can’t take his staring any longer you snap. “What?!”

Namjoon grabs you into a hug, holding you tightly. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

The truth is, you hated your powers. Namjoon embraced his powers from the very beginning, and you were happy for him. But the last thing you wanted to do is run around in a cape acting like Miss Fix It. You didn’t want to help people who had always treated you horribly. “Because you're the hero, Joonie, not me.”

Namjoon lets you go, eyes sparkling. “But, you’re like me. You could help me. We could be a...team.”

This is exactly what you were afraid of. “I...don’t want that kind of life.”

“What? But you have a gift, y/n. It has to mean something that we both got it.”

You look down at the wreckage, a crime scene, taped off from the public. “Is that what you call this? A gift?”

“Your power is amazing. Think about how many people we can help together!”

“And that’s what makes you a hero,” you sigh. You outstretch your hand, wishing to caress his cheek, but pull your hand back, not allowing yourself the thing you want most, because you couldn’t give Namjoon what he wanted. “I-I’m sorry, no.” You stand up, ready to leave.

Namjoon grabs your wrist, strong hand like a vice. Holding you there, you felt trapped, like an animal. So you concentrate, on his hand, his body. He gasps, locked in a prison of his own now. Body frozen. You pull your hand away delicately.

“No, Namjoon. I don't want to be like you.”

---

You unlock your cellphone, pointing the camera at your face, hoping you were right and weren’t about to make a fool of yourself.

“Okay, whichever one of you who's been controlling the cameras, meet me at the coffee shop on Main at noon tomorrow, I want to talk.”

You sip your latte, waiting. It’s an hour past noon. You guess you were wrong.

You walk down the street, letting your thoughts wander. You were so certain you were right. You sigh, 'Everything is a mess now,' a mess you can't fix, you think, turning down an alley. You notice a stray kitten, you still have a piece of leftover muffin you purchased at the coffee shop, so you bend down calling the kitten over.

“Hey kitty, look at you, so pretty!”

“Don’t let his cute look fool you, Jimin is a menace.”

You stop petting the kitty and turn around, meeting Yoongi’s eyes.

“What a coincidence meeting you here?”

Yoongi smiles, head tilting, eyes narrowing, “Not that much of a coincidence, actually.” He turns his head and looks at the shop next door, at the screens in the windows replaying advertisements. In that moment, all the screens go black.

“So I was right...you were the one controlling the cameras at the bank.”

“Sort of, I don’t control them. Not like you,” he scrutinizes you up and down, “I’m more like a tech ‘talker.’”

You go back to petting the kitty, who has his tail wrapped around your calf. “Same outcome, isn’t it?”

“What do you want, y/n?”

“You and Joon used to be close, right?” Yoongi leans against the building, nodding. “Please, convince Taehyung to stop this madness. Someone is going to die if you keep this up. Is that what you want? I know you’re a good man, Min Yoongi.”

Yoongi swallows hard, mulling over your words. “Well, you've definitely neutered him. They’ve halted their plans for now, so you don't have to worry. Actually, that's why we came here.”

He bends down, hand cupping your cheek, stunning you, “All this time we were worried about RM when we should have been worried about you, but do you know what I think? I think you’ll end up being very useful.”

The tail around your leg tightens, you look down and see scales, and before you can react fangs pierce your skin.

You fall down, numb, watching as the snake slithers away and transforms into a man. Your former classmate Park Jimin, looking lethal, watches you, pulling out a syringe from his pocket. “It’s anti-venom.” He pierces your thigh with the needle and Yoongi covers your mouth with a rag and suddenly everything goes black.

---

“You know I could destroy this entire fucking building if I wanted to.”

You’re chained in the dark. They were smarter this time, they took your phone. You lie on a bed, hands and legs restrained.

“But you won’t.”

“Won’t I?” The ground shakes, the lamp rattles and books fall from their shelves in warning.

Jin sits beside you. “Nope, you won’t.”

“You know these restraints won’t hold me.”

“But you kind of look sexy like this, all tied up and vulnerable.” Jin’s hand runs across your jaw, you decide to crush his windpipe.

“Jokes on you, because I’m into this.” He gasps, coughing when you finally let him go.

“You’re disgusting.”

“That’s not what you’re really thinking.”

You think of every possible way to disembody the man before you. Jin sighs, “I know you don’t like our methods, but y/n, I’ve been in The Mayor’s mind. I’ve been in the same room as congressmen and CEOs…it’s inhumane, how they really are…trust me," he mutters. He reaches for your restrained hand, undoing the knot and interlacing your fingers, “I just want peace.”

You’re reminded of a quote. ‘He who wants peace, must prepare for war.’ you think.

“Claudius said that.”

“Yeah, well, he also didn’t mean you should go starting wars.”

“You don’t think people aren’t already dying for their corporate greed? The war is already here.”

“Joon is going to keep trying to stop you. Even if it kills him.”

“You love him,” he says. Your head spins hearing the truth spoken so bluntly and out loud where you can’t deny it. “If you want to save his life, contain him instead of shielding him from us.”

“I can’t betray him, I’ve already lied to him so much.”

Jin sighs, rubbing his thumb over your hand. “Do you want to know what The Mayor really thinks about RM?”

---

“Try anything funny and I’ll pluck all the feathers from your body...from the inside.”

The raven on your shoulder squawks loudly.

“She won’t, actually she’s wondering if you can transform into a man with two penises,” Jin laughs beside you.

‘Ugh, I thought that one time!’ Fucking hell. Now that’s all you can think about.

“Both of you shut up.” You knock the coffee cup out of Taehyung’s hand with your mind, who glares at you. The nerve! You didn't even want to be here, you promised you'd help Taehyung under one condition, when the time came, they would use their powers to help you too.

“Yoongi says once we start, we have approximately five minutes before the police arrive this time. And even less time before y/n’s BFF shows.”

You scoff, “Don’t you think hitting the same bank three times is a little-”

“Funny,” Jin interrupts.

“I’ll give you three guesses which billionaires keep their money invested with this institution,” Taehyung says.

“Ahh. Still-”

“Alright, see you on the other side.” Taehyung grabs the back of your head, pulling you into a quick intense kiss, silencing your retorts.

You stumble backward, surprised. “What was that for?”

“Just in case something goes wrong, this is pretty risky.”

“I won’t let anything happen to you, idiot.” Taehyung smirks, going invisible. “But try and kiss me again, and I’ll get Jungkook to hop you over a volcano.”

You and Jin move to a deserted corner, you close your eyes and concentrate.

“What are you doing?”

“Feeling for anything off, I don't feel good about this.” Shit.

“What?!” You sense explosives. ‘You promised no more bombs!’ you think. “It’s not ours.” Jin looks around, spying over everyone’s thoughts, making sure no one caught on.

‘Oh no.’ You feel bombs placed inside the safe, exactly into the spot a certain pair of supervillains are about to hop into. ‘Oh fuck.’

“This seems kind of murderous, I thought we were supposed to be the bad guys?”

‘Cover me.’ Seokjin places his arms outstretched on either side of your head. You place your hands on Seokjin’s chest, palms towards the safe.

“I don’t think now's the time to feel each other up.”

“Shut up.” You concentrate, holding the energy at your fingertips. You are going to have to contain the explosions like you did before, but this time, the area you manipulate has to be even tighter to protect the pair inside the small safe.

Jin can hear the panic in his teammates' thoughts as they watch the explosions detonate in front of their eyes, like tiny black holes collapsing into themselves, the ash falls to the ground after you put your hands down.

“They’re okay. Are you okay?” Jin holds you steady.

“He’s here,” you say.

“Hey Joonie,” you whisper, standing beside your best friend.

“Y/n! Where have you been? What are you doing here?”

Jin drapes his arm over your shoulder. “We were thinking of opening a joint bank account together.” You elbow him in the ribs.

Namjoon, uncharacteristically, grabs Seokjin by the throat.

“Namjoon!” you hiss, freezing him.

“I can’t breathe,” Jin wheezes, “Not that I’m complaining.”

You separate the pair. Freezing Namjoon. Counting down the minutes until the police arrive. Because, actually, you needed the police here. So you could freeze them as well.

Because this time, the bank robbery was merely a distraction.

By now, Jungkook and Taehyung should have kidnapped the CEO of the oil company. Yoongi should be working on hacking into the company's computers, finding all their dirty little secrets. And Hoseok, well-

The corporate building falling was heard all the way from the bank.

“What have you done?” Namjoon grunts, using his strength to break your control little by little, you can feel how much power he truly had.

Namjoon was no longer holding back.

But you, after all these years spent moving concrete slabs, putting buildings back together, holding foundations from falling, have prepared your mind for this.

“Whoa.” Jin watches everything not held down starts to float. “Remind me not to piss her off again,” he says to the monkey on his shoulder, Jimin chirps back.

You walk closer to Namjoon. He grunts, movements jerky, pulling himself out from your control to be pulled back in.

“This is not you. y/n. This is..not you!” he roars. They have to have done something to you, it must have been V, you’re being controlled somehow, Namjoon has to save you!

“I don't care,” you bend down, bending Namjoon's body too. You place your forehead against his. “As long as you’re okay.” All your life you've tried to live in Namjoon's shadow, tried to parrot his ideals to make him happy. Namjoon always did the right thing, always. He used his powers selflessly and lived by a creed. You used your powers selfishly to win at claw machines, escape trouble, and make your life easier. And now, you're going to use your powers selfishly again, if only to make sure good people like Namjoon continue to do what you don't have the courage to do.

Jungkook materializes and places his hand on your shoulder. Jin and Jimin on each side of him. “Jin, before we leave, show him.” Jin walks over to your best friend, placing his hand on his head, letting the thoughts flow out of him. “So you can understand why I have to do this.” You hope he understands, you hope he forgives you.

“See you, Joonie.” You place a soft kiss on your best friend's cheek.

—

Namjoon bursts into your new apartment leaving a very Namjoon sized hole in your door.

‘Goddammit.’ You wave your hands, reconstructing the wood behind him. You move the cat out of your lap away. Jimin jumps on the table, hissing.

“Was it really you?”

You can’t lie to him, so you simply nod your head.

Namjoon picks up your living room chair, throwing it at the wall. You stop it before it connects, putting it back in place with a flick of your head.

“Why did you do it, why?”

“You know why.”

“This is all V’s fault, goddamn egomaniac, running for mayor. He forced you didn’t he? Tell me!” You've never seen Namjoon like this, so consumed with anger and sadness, it breaks your heart.

“He’s not so bad.” you murmur, closing your eyes, unable to face Namjoon’s sad watery eyes, “I did it to protect you.”

“NO!” Namjoon holds your head in his hands, shaking you. It hurts to see him like this, so weary and lost, eyes full of unshed tears. “I feel like I barely know who you are anymore,” he chokes. “This entire time you lied to me, for years. You know, I felt so alone sometimes. Sometimes I thought why me, I felt like everyone was counting on me. That you were-” Namjoon pauses. “But you never needed me, did you?”

“No.” you say. It didn't feel like the truth, but it didn't feel like a lie either. “Joon, what if...what if we run away. You and me?” You look pleadingly at your friend. The way he looks at you, you think to yourself he might just say yes, he might choose you the way you always chose him.

“I have to protect the city, now more than ever.”

“Of course.” You walk to your balcony. You feel Namjoon behind you. You want him to reach out to you, hug you, but you don’t know if he’ll ever touch you again. “So are you going to arrest me, then?”

Namjoon laughs bitterly, it's not like he had any proof, Taehyung and his friends made sure of that. “No, I’m not. Some hero I am.”

“You’ll always be my hero.”

Namjoon punches your glass door, shattering the glass, pieces flying in every direction. You reassemble it before the shards can hit you. Namjoon grabs you by the collar, slamming you into the glass, so hard it cracks against your spine. You easily fix that too. “You’re a murderer.”

“You saw what he would have done to you.” Seokjin had shown you the plans The Mayor had for Namjoon, the way he was plotting to experiment on your friend, turn him into a lab rat, and tear him apart if he had to so he could steal your friend's powers. He would have killed Namjoon just to release himself from V's clutches.

His fists tighten around your shirt, you could stop him if you wanted to, but you deserved it, so you let him continue. “I can’t love you, I-I can’t love a murderer.”

You kiss him and you don’t know whether it’s the last time you’ll ever feel his lips against yours, so you don't stop until he flies away.

---

“I’ll be there soon, Jin! Some of us still try to act like upstanding members of society!” You listen to Seokjin whine about how his power can’t reach through phones, and you suggest Yoongi help him, but the line mysteriously cuts out before you can finish your sentence. You sigh, pulling out your clipboard, surveying the pool.

Wait…“Where's the pool?!” You yell. Your assistant points at the pile of rubble.

“There.”

You groan, wheeling around as another larger pile across from you tumbles to the ground. “Where is he?!” you berate your poor assistant who points towards aforementioned rumbling pile.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“Err well I was trying to help by moving this boulder for you, but then it...broke into pieces.” Namjoon says sheepishly.

You look towards the sky, cursing your existence. “Are you doing this to me on purpose? It seems like my cleanups have doubled since I stopped charging for my services.”

After everything that has transpired, you changed your specialty super hero clean up crew to a non-profit environmental clean up organization, but what your new profession really did was serve as the perfect front for your newfound partnership with V and his posse of super powered activists.

“It’s not like you need the money,” Joon says annoyed. He's been trying to stop the latest string of thefts targeting the homes of the city's elite for months, but you and your friend's are annoyingly exceptional thieves.

“Well maybe if I didn’t spend all my time cleaning up this city after you, I wouldn’t need to participate in certain extracurricular activities.”

“Yeah right, you do it because you enjoy pissing me off.”

You scoff, “If I piss you off so much then arrest me, God of Destruction.”

Namjoon narrows his eyes at you, standing in your space, towering over you. You suspect he is trying to look intimidating, but how can you be scared of him? Even now, with his hardened eyes, chest puffed out, you just find him cute. “Tell your assistant to go home.”

“GO HOME, I GOT IT FROM HERE,” you yell.

When the two of you are finally alone you turn to Namjoon, stealing a kiss. He hovers in mid air, moving just out of reach of you.

So you use your powers to lift yourself off the ground as well. Namjoon raises an eyebrow when you smirk at him, "Have you always been able to do that?"

You shrug, "Probably, now I just know how."

You survey the wreckage from above, "This is going to take me all day, even with my superpowers," you whine.

Namjoon stays hovered next to you, coughing, "Do you want me to bring you dinner?"

"Only if it's Thai food."

"Joon, I know why you did this," you chew on a dumpling, sitting inside the emptied pool with your old friend, watching the sun set together after a very long day of cleaning. Namjoon had stayed close by, to your annoyance, seeming to make more mess than really helping. "You can't stop me from going to The Mayor's gala."

"Whatever Mayor Kim is planning, you don't need to be a part of it." You can't help but laugh, you knew Namjoon couldn't stand Taehyung as Mayor. No matter how much good he was bringing to the city, Namjoon knew what went on behind the scenes, and he made it his mission to bring V, and Mayor Kim Taehyung, down.

"How about you be my date, we'll go together."

Namjoon scoffs, hands crossing over his large chest, looking you over. "I've already received an invite, Tae sure must want me there, to get you to try to convince me. What's his game?"

You frown, "That's not why I asked. But you're probably right." you stretch, full of food. "Anyways, I'd like to see you try and stop us," you yawn your threat, not really caring either way.

His pinky finger brushes against you own, Namjoon exhales a long sigh. "You know, the last time I helped the Police Chief, he asked me to follow a lead on a certain Syndicate Leader." Namjoon says, glancing over to you as you busy yourself with your food silently listening to his story.

"When I finally found him, he tried to shoot me," he pauses, waiting for you to speak, but you stay silent, and he continues, "But for some reason the gun didn't go off, no matter how many times he pulled the trigger."

"That's lucky," you hum.

"And actually, the only time his gun did work, is when he turned the gun on himself and shot his foot. I still don't know why he would do that. Do you?"

"People do odd things they normally wouldn't when backed into a corner, I guess."

"Is that so?" The pool is quiet, the night is chilly, and the way Namjoon stares at you leaves you boiling on the inside, your heart screaming for him.

"So am I going to have to ask Jin to be my date, instead?"

Namjoon bends down, stealing your breath away with a kiss. You stayed still and inhaled him, his woodsy smell was something you could never forget, one you yearned for when he wasn't around you and made you miss all the times you used to spend together when he was.

His arms stayed tight and crushing around your body, keeping you warm. His mouth still so close to yours, the soft skin of his lips grazing yours when he speaks again.

"If I catch you there, I'm not going to hold back."

And that makes you smile.

---

I swear, this always happens, enjoy this break in programming fueled by a random idea and collective Kim Namjoon thirst. I hope you enjoyed <;3.

Sequel: X-mas Special!

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[chamsp]

Another idea that never became a story. Just a couple of hastily put together scenes, and a rookie fanart attempt.

~*~*~

“This is insane, Dean. You can’t bring home a stranger and force him to stay here just because he reminds you of someone. You’ll be kicked behind the bars for kidnapping. You need to get rid of that kid.” John Winchester growled at his son. Dean was so bullheaded sometimes, doing stupid things because he wanted to, and never caring about the consequences.

Like bringing home strangers in bad shape that passed out in front of his car.

“He’s not going anywhere, Dad. Not unless he’s back on his feet, and wants to leave.” Dean glared at John. “And kidnapping? Have you even seen the kid? The bruises, the scratches, the broken bones… h-he… God! Who knows what awful things he has had to put up with! No way in hell I’m letting him out of my sight.”

“He’s not… not your brother, you know. He’s not S-Sammy. You can’t…” It was barely a whisper, John sounding every bit the broken man that he had become.

“Don’t!“ Dean interrupted, eyes blazing. “Just… no, Dad. Not now.” Muttering through clenched teeth, he stormed out, leaving John alone to drown in misery and alcohol.

Sixteen years now, and their family had still not recovered from that horrible accident that claimed the lives of his wife and his youngest son. John knew they never would. There was no coming back from something like that.

Sighing, John tipped back another drink. He knew that whatever it took, Dean was going to make sure this kid was alright, and there was no stopping him.

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[chibicass]

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[angelkurenai]

Imagine being an Omega and during a night out in a bar you meet your true Alpha mate, demon Dean. (Part 7)

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“What are you, Dean? A demon? Maybe you're human.” Crowley's voice echoed in his head as his fingers danced over piano “Do you want what every black-eyed monster wants? Chaos, death, glory and corruption? Or maybe you want what an Alpha does, to love your little Omega? What about her, Dean? Does she bring out the best in you? Does she make you more human than you know yourself?” he paused, taking hold of his blade to slice his hand “Does she make you feel things? What do you feel for her, Dean? What do you feel for the Omega you haven't even claimed? You want her or this? Pick a bloody side!” he could hear him roaring the words even right then and there.

“Heya there, beautiful.” a smirk formed on his lips, having caught your scent before he realized it; but his body could feel the calmness washing over it and in the end he processed it as he looked up from his hand that had healed.

Your lips parted, and for a second you hesitated when you saw the black eyes before you. It wasn't as if your heart wanting to beat out of your chest was making things bad, but facing the thing he hid underneath the layers of plaid and pure Alpha made your fear get even worse. Whatever courage you had gathered flattered at the sight, but he blinked them away and when you saw that familiar smirk you felt more at ease. As much as you could be, and approached him.

“H-hey” came from your lips shakily and he extended a hand, as if telling you to get closer faster because he couldn't wait. The moment you placed your hand on his he gave you a small pull and made you fall on his lap before he buried his face in your neck.

“What are ya doin' here, sweetheart?” he mumbled through your skin and even if you had some excuse it died out in your lips when one of his hands trailed up your thigh, between your legs “Hmm?”

You could feel the smirk on his lips against your skin and your eyes fluttered shut for a moment, as your head fell back on his shoulder because as much as you wanted to deny it, your body longed for his touch and scent and above all to feel like any normal Omega with her Alpha. Claimed or not, you needed to feel even for a second that everything was normal because it was in short supply the past couple days. Not to mention that after all this worrying and endless thinking of the possible results of teaming up with Sam and going against Dean to make him human again, you felt worn out; and it had all barely began.

“Hey, Harv.” he looked up and spoke to, you guessed, the barman who was the only other person in the bar but the two of you “Why don't you go grab a smoke?”

“Please, just don't mate on the piano. This place has already started to smell like the two of you.” the Beta, you guessed again from his smell, said in a low voice.

“Yeah, but she smells gorgeous, doesn't she?” he grinned widely at you, winking “Can't blame me if I can't keep my hands to myself. I'm just a lucky son of a bitch.” he added but didn't expect an answer from the man who left the bar to give you some space.

“H- how are you?” you asked softly and he smirked, bringing a hand up to run his thumb over your cheek in such a tender way you almost forgot that the Alpha whose lap you were currently sitting on was a demon.

“Now that you're here, fucking perfect.” he nearly growled, crashing his lips to yours. A small gasp left your lips which he used to his advantage by entering his tongue in your mouth. A pleased moan left your lips when his hot tongue played with yours and his teeth grazed over your lower before he bit down on your lower lip. His lips moved sloppily and almost desperately against yours, as if he needed the kiss the same way he needed air. Combined with the hand on your thigh and the other taking hold of the back of your neck, you were already a shivering puddle in his hands. Not that he had more control of the situation. With every second his instincts and natural urges took over him and he was desperate to touch as much of you as he could and have as much of your scent as possible cover him.

“A-and-” you panted when he pulled away, but he buried his face in the same spot in the crook of your neck as before; his tongue that toyed with your skin did no good job in making you focus on the task at hand “And what about before that?” you asked as fast as you could before you tripped over your words.

“Why so curious today, little one?” he asked in a gruff voice, his lips moving against your skin before he pressed kisses on it.

“I just...” you trailed off, glancing at the glass of whiskey on top of the piano next to-

“Drinking?” he asked, taking notice of where you were looking “That's not a first, is it Omega?”

“What's that?” you asked back softly, instead and he froze in his place for a moment as his eyes hardened. He pulled his face away from the crook of your neck, his one hand landing on your hip and the other taking hold of the first blade; his eyes calm, calculating and almost cold while yours were more curious, wary and at the same time on edge.

“This... is part of this.” he motioned to himself with the blade before hs eyes turned black, making you hold your breath for a moment before they were back to normal “It's called the First Blade, it belonged to Cain himself. Yeah, the original one. It goes along with the mark itself and can kill pretty much anything. But it certainly can do a lot more than that, at the same time...” he trailed off, dragging the tip of the blade over your jawline, down your neck in a way that scared you for a second until it reached the neckline of your top and hooking it on your shirt he slowly started dragging it down with a smirk on his lips that made your eyes flutter in relief for a second before you bit down your lower lip, a small smile forming on your lips.

“Of course it can.” you whispered, the second your eyes open you saw Dean run his tongue over his lower lip before taking it between his teeth and sucking softly “Alpha” you let out a soft moan, mixing with a whine that made him even more pleased than he already was.

He chuckled softly “I'm not planning on using it anywhere near you in any kind of way but for tearing your clothes apart. Something which I honestly can easily do with my bare hands with great pleasure.” you ran your fingers over the bone delicately and still slightly afraid – luckily not by your Alpha, you felt it that as far the blade was concerned he wouldn't hurt you at least for now, but by what he could do with it to others – before he pulled it away to place back on top of the piano “But still, it is not something a beautiful little Omega like you should play around with. So be careful, before this pretty face gets hurt. It ain't gonna be by my hand but I've got-”

“Can you promise me?” you asked softly, cutting him off.

He raised an eyebrow “Promise you what, little Omega?” he watched you curiously, noticing the hesitation in both your voice and actions as you softly kissed his lips and slowly rested your forehead against his.

“Promise me that... you're not going to use the blade on me. Other than tearing my clothes.” you added the last part with breathless laugh that died out very soon though “No matter what happens.”

“Omega” he said firmly, his eyes dark and he jaw set when he saw real fear in your eyes, no matter how much you tried to hide it “Mark or not, black eyes or not, claim or not I am your Alpha. I'm your fucking Alpha and I gave you my word that I would protect you from everyone, including from myself. And if I am anything, then I am a man of my word and you will know it yourself. I may kill and enjoy the blood in my hands but-” he stopped for a second, the words ringing in his ears 'Pick a bloody side!' without you knowing “But I am still your Alpha and I would never allow myself to even see your blood coat my hands. I'm not a girl scout, princess, I ain't gonna give you a pinky promise but you have my- your mate's word that I won't hurt you.”

The sincerity in his words made you relax for a second, only a second because you knew the human Alpha side and the demon side could anytime battle within him, a soft sigh leaving your lips “I just... I want you to know that I only want the best for you, that's all. I- I care for you a lot, Dean, as more than just my Alpha.”

He gave you a small smirk “I know it, 'Mega. Your Alpha knows it very well. That's why you're gonna be a good little girl and not talk now hm? We don't need to after all.” and he didn't give you the chance to speak before he buried his face on the crook of your neck again and he started kissing you.

His teeth grazed over your sensitive skin as his hands both took hold of your thighs and placed you on the piano, a loud sound being heard when all sorts of different keys were pressed. His lips kissed and sucked softly, his tongue teasing you even more. Although your hands were shaky, you wrapped them around his shoulders and threaded your fingers through his hair and enjoyed the feeling for – you really hoped not – the last time. At least before everything went to hell, because you knew that sooner or later it-

A growl left his lips. Not the sexy kind of growl, but the primal kind. And you knew it because his body went stiff and you felt it at the deepest part of your soul, the one that held your connection. He was angry, hell he was furious. He pulled away as if he electricity shot through him and took hold of your chin in one hand, making you look him straight in the eyes as his face was only an inch or two away from yours.

“Another Alpha huh?” he narrowed his eyes at you and you held your breath for a moment.

“It's not like th-” you started but he scoffed before speaking and cutting you off.

“When?” he asked in a dangerously low voice and you didn't question him because you knew very well what he meant. He didn't mean just any Alpha, of course he has recognized the scent crystal clear because he knew the person it belonged to very well.

“I didn't-” you started but he didn't even let you finish.

“Cut the bullshit!” he snapped, making your eyes widen “When did you meet with him?” his voice lowered again, jaw clenching and eyes going cold. You appreciated the fact they at least didn't turn black.

“I- I only wanted to help you get bet-” a whimper left your lips when he tightened his hold and let out a growl.

“I didn't ask you why.” he said in a gruff voice “I know fucking well why you would meet with my baby brother. I asked you when.”

“Is that what really matters to you?” you choked out and he gave you a dark smirk.

“No, you're right, it isn't.” it fluttered soon “Did he touch you?”

“He's your brother, you know he'd never-” you started but he squeezed, making you whine softly.

“Oh I know Sam very well but his scent is all over you. I asked: did he fucking touch you?” he growled and your shut your eyes tightly, the tears welling up in them.

“Shit, no, Dean! No, we only hugged, nothing happened-” your hands that had long ago wrapped around his arm tightened their hold “Ah Dean it- it hurts! Dean you're- Alpha you're hurting me.” you opened your eyes to look at him and when the words left your lips and your watery eyes met his you actually saw the struggle before your eyes.

His eyes moved back and forth, his expression not changing in the slightest but his hold on you loosened. He didn't get to say a word before a voice was heard “Let her go, Dean. She's the only innocent one in all this.”

A small casual smirk formed on the demon's lips who gave you a final look before finally letting go of you “Hiya Sam.” he said, taking the blade and his glass of whiskey and walking away from you to make his way to the bar.

“Are you alright?” the younger Winchester asked softly as he approached and you gave him a weak nod, not trusting your voice.

“I really wouldn't do that if I were you.” Dean warned, his tone light but both you and Sam knew the real danger behind the actual threat “You get any closer to her, you even so lay a finger on her...” Sam's eyes fully met Dean's “And I won't even try to keep myself from tearing your throat open... with my own teeth.”

“I only care if she's alright.” Sam's jaw clenched.

“Oh yeah let me guess, she's like a sister to you?” Dean asked sarcastically “I don't give a fuck. You keep your hands off my Omega, or else this ends worse than it already is going to.” he said and you gave a weak nod to Sam as if to tell him you were alright and that you should go on with your plan.

“By the way-” Dean spoke up again, taking a sip of his whiskey “Is my little Omega the only one that winged you out?”

“Does it matter?”

“Not really.” Dean shook his head “I told you to let me go. And I've made it clear to her that I don't wanna change what I am, and I'm not going to, she's just too stubborn for her own good I guess.”

“Leave her out of this. If she's doing anything it all because she cares about you and wants to save you. It's all for you.” Sam defended you, glancing your way before he said with determination in his voice “And you know I can't do that.”

The words left Sam's lips and you took a deep breath, preparing yourself for anything that could possibly come. However, the rest of it seemed to happen in a blur. Words were exchanged between the two brothers and your heart ached for Sam but you did not get the chance to say anything before you heard a window break and smoke slowly fill the entire place. You didn't know where it was coming from but you caught yourself coughing uncontrollably as it filled your lungs and your knees get weak before you collapsed on the floor like Sam. Before you were enveloped by complete darkness you saw Dean towering over you with concerned look, not at all affected by the smoke, his hand softly cupping your cheek.

You thought you heard a “You're gonna be alright, Omega.” but you couldn't be sure because you lost consciousness. When you came around it seemed like it was much later and you realized you were no longer inside the bar so you guessed someone must have carried you out. The first thing you saw was the fight that was taking place between your Alpha and a man you didn't know. You looked around to spot Sam had just come around like you. He gave you a small nod, showing you the cuffs and you gave him a nod back before you shakily got on your feet. All you needed was to distract Dean long enough for Sam to put the cuffs on him.

And it didn't prove to be hard. You screamed a desperate “Alpha, please!” and his eyes were instantly on you by pure instinct and and, you hoped, because of some sort of feelings. You managed to save the poor guy from certain death but also gave the chance for Sam to splash holy water on Dean and the finally be able to put the cuffs on him. The weight that lifted of your chest and the relief you felt was unparalleled. Yu knew nothing was over yet but this was the beginning of, you hoped, something better for everyone. And so, once you had given Crowley the first blade and you were in the car with Sam in the drivers seat and on the passenger's seat, without saying a word to Dean or even looking at him – because you could simply not find it in yourself – you found yourself drifting off to sleep.

~*~

“So this uh it will be your room until... we get Dean back and then he will just ask you to move in in his room in a heartbeat.” he added the last part with a soft laugh but not even the corners of your lips could lift up in a smile.

“Are you so sure about that?” you whispered, your eyes moving away from the walls of your new room to face the younger Winchester.

“Of course. Look, my brother's- He's in a very dark place, I know it and I can sadly see it, but when he looks at you, when he's talking to you or about you I see that there is hope. Because I see real feelings in his eyes that he's too trying to fight and it shows to me that there is a human Dean hiding underneath.” he placed his hand on your shoulder but you shook your head, wrapping your arms around yourself “He wants you to be close.”

“That's not what I mean.” your eyes hardened as you looked at Sam with fear “Are you sure this will work? Are you sure it will save him? Are you sure that we will actually get the human Dean in the end or will this all just end in more pain and heartbreak?”

“I'm-” he paused, letting out a breath through his nose “I hope.” he finally admit, doubt and fear showing on his features as well.

“Then... that's something, I guess.” you breathed out, forcing a smile for his sake because you realized he was just as scared if not more. He'd gone through this for weeks to not end, worrying about Dean, he had so much more to lose if Dean didn't turn human again and as much as you were scared yourself you knew it was all harder on Sam, who had to make sure to give you hope as well.

“Gosh, (Y/n), I'm-” he stopped himself, dragging a hand down his face “I'm sorry, you shouldn't have gotten caught up in all this. You- you don't deserve it, you should have met Dean before it all went to hell. Everything would have been so much better and you could have made him as happy as he always deserved to be. But instead I forced you to help me with this crazy plan I don't even know if it's gonna work and you're in danger because-”

“No, Sam no!” you hurried, cutting him off “No, just... never say that, please. I was the one that called you and I was the one that decided to join you because I believe in you and believe that Dean can be saved. And I know that even if this doesn't work, one way or another, if there is someone that can bring him back then it's you.”

“You know...” a small smile formed at the corners of his lips, despite how exhausted he was and looked “I always thought that all this, Alphas and Omegas, can't be you know just random, they don't just belong together because their biology says so. I always thought that maybe some higher power that makes each alpha and Omega special for the other and it depends on us whether we'll find them or not. Seeing you and Dean only verifies that belief.”

“We're not soulmates, Sammy, we're just-” but you didn't complete your sentence, biting your lower lip and shaking your head “I guess we'll have to wait and see if he feels like it as well.” you ended up whispering.

“He will, I am sure.” he breathed out with the most confidence you'd ever seen in him so you just returned the nod and small smile.

“Come here.” you whispered, spreading your arms for him to hug him warmly. He hugged back with his good arm, his head resting on top of yours but the way his shoulders were slumped down made you see how much he needed the comfort, how worn out he was. Much like Dean's scent there was something about Sam that made you feel at home, brining you comfort and putting you at ease as if he was a family member you loved dearly. You buried your face in his chest and gave him a squeeze before he pulled away.

“Take some rest, you need it. My room is right next to yours in case you need anything later. I'll... I'll go see him now but it's best if you stay in here, alright? You really shouldn't hear anything, especially now.”

“Sam” you took hold of his hand to stop him for a second “Is it going to hurt him?”

He hesitated before finally confessing “It is not going to be pleasant either.”

~*~

But as much as your body protested for some rest and as much as your brain told you to listen to Sam because of course he knew better, you couldn't help but drift from your room and just find your way back to Dean as if you had no control of your actions and the connection, the bond although not forged by a mark, was stronger than you.

“..You're gonna try and fix me, but did it ever occur to you that maybe I don't want to be fixed? Just let me go live my life. I won't bother you. What do you care?” it was Dean's voice.

“What do I care?” disbelief laced Sam's words “Live your life, with or without (Y/n) this time?”

“I wouldn't let go of my mate, don't get all excited.” any hint of smile had vanished from Dean's lips “And if you so dare think I'm letting go of her, you're wrong big time, little brother. I'm her Alpha and I ain't letting go of her, certainly not for another one.”

“Do you even hear yourself? (Y/n)'s like family to me anymore, how could I ever do anything with her? And more than that, she's your mate! Mark or not she- she cares about you, she cares a whole lot about you, she'd never even think of another Alpha in her life.”

“Oh is that why her smell is all over you now, then? 'Cause she's family?” a dark chuckle followed that sounded all too dangerous “Ain't you predictable, Sammy. I know what she is to me and what I am to her but that's not gonna stop me cutting off your arm in case you even come closer to her like that.”

“Hmh” left only Sam's lips “Figured. Well, it's at least comforting to know that there are feelings deep down no matter in what gruesome way you show them.When you become human again might actually let the poor Omega know it as well, she's worried sick about you.”

“What I do with my Omega is none of your business.” there was a possessive growl in his words.

“Sure.” Sam said curtly before he spoke a few words in latin that you didn't really understand.

“You don't even know if this is gonna work, do you? You know, I got a hell of a lot more running through me than just demon juice. For all we know, you could be killing me!”

And those were the words that kept running through your mind all the time, not letting you rest even for an hour. Mixing with the pain that you felt cursing through your own veins for no other reason than the fact that your true mate was also suffering himself, you were on edge and the second Sam left him you found yourself making your way to him once more. You knew it was a terrible decision, you knew that facing him on your own after he'd found out about your betrayal could end very bad and you knew that after all those shots of purified blood that would have him on edge you should just stay away from the Alpha but... at the same time every cell in your body reached out to him. It has been a couple hours and all the time Sam had been there with him, not taking a single break in, you had not been able to see Dean. You had been worried about Sam when you last saw him exit the dungeon but after he brushed you off with a “Family issues.” and you realized Dean was alone – you hated yourself for that – but he was the only one you could think of.

“So there she is.” and so you found yourself in front of the monster. Only he didn't look like a monster in your eyes, no matter how much logic told you otherwise, you only saw your Alpha.

“H-Hi” you stuttered, wrapping your arms around yourself.

Mostly to hold yourself back in a way, because the moment you locked eyes the same urge you had been feeling all this time got so much stronger. If you were longing to see your Alpha before you now were craving to touch him like you needed air to live. You had gotten significantly attached to him, needing the contact desperately much, and it was obvious from how he struggled against the ropes to reach out to you that he felt the same.

“Come here, baby girl.” his voice was rough but surprisingly calm “Take your seat.”

You caught yourself taking a step forward without realizing it before you stopped yourself and said in a weak voice “I- I really shouldn't.”

“Wrong answer.” he said, eyes darkening but not in a dangerous way “Do you want you? That's what matters. Because let me tell you, I need you so fucking bad right now, little one. Your Alpha needs you bad, Omega. Need your touch, your kiss, your scent... you all over me.” it turned out in a small growl that made your eyes flutter shut, your fingers digging into your skin and a small whimper left your lips as you struggled to keep yourself in place.

“Do you, Omega?” he breathed out and your eyes opened to meet his.

“You'll be going in a rut soon.” you breathed out the conclusion and he gave you a small smirk.

“And you in a heat. Don't tell me you haven't noticed yet.” he spoke back and as realization downed on you, your sighed heavily. Would explain a lot of things after all.

“Perfect timing, don't we have it? Wouldn't it be better if, for a change and for the first time, you actually had an Alpha-” he grinned “Your Alpha by your side to go through it? Don't tell me you won't need it because your body is already telling a different story.” his words made you look down, realization setting that you had actually taken more than just a good few steps towards him.

“You need it just as bad, you can't lie to me about it.” you said softly and he shrugged.

“I'm not. I told you so. But see, I'm the one bound down and you are the one free, with the chance to free me.” it was so innocent but you weren't a fool and he knew it.

“Why? So that you can kill me and Sam?” you asked in a surprisingly steady and firm voice, with tears in your eyes, but he clenched his jaw, all playfulness gone.

“I never would. Never.” he growled angrily this time, jaw clenched. He was angry that you'd think that you couldn't just see it but also feel it.

“Are you mad at me, Alpha?” you whispered, your voice cracking because all the strength and courage you had previously gathered faded away as the fear that you could possibly lose him mixed with your messed up emotions and the raw need to be close to him again because of your fast approaching heat.

“Depends... Would you change anything if you could?” he tilted his head but you gave no verbal response, your eyes only moving back and forth as you looked deeply into his before he spoke again “Come here, sweetheart. I won't do anything to you. I can't, after all, I am tied down. Come here, I want you, Omega.”

It was as if your feet had a mind of their own but you did nothing to stop them either. It seemed like your entire body actually did because the smaller the distance between you got the stronger the feelings did. The moment you were in front of him, you crawled on his lip without a second through and wrapped your arms around his neck. Dean's face buried in the crook of your neck, his nose trailing up to your jawline before he pulled away. You looked down at him and he held your gaze for a full minute before you crashed your lips to his and he didn't miss a second to respond and kissed your back just as feverly, almost desperately you could say. You ran your fingers through his hair and tugging to bring him closer and he let out a moan, his tongue licking your lower as if asking for entrance. Asking. He had done that only once: during your first kiss, when all of your emotions were all over the place. Emotions.

You pulled away, despite the growl of disapproval that left his lips “Yes” you whispered with a smile that surprised more you than him “Yes there is something I would change.” you got up from his lap, backing away from him.

“And what's that?” he asked with a smirk, licking his lips.

“I would have done it earlier.” you admitted with a soft smile “Because now there is no doubt for me anymore that there is a human version of you hiding underneath, wanting to be set free. And I can't wait to meet you, Dean Winchester.”

“Hm and you got that all from a kiss?” his smile fluttered but he tried to keep the smug attitude on.

“I got that from the way you kissed me, and that means a lot more.” you shrugged softly “See you, Dean.” you said with confidence before you turned and left the dungeon.

Dean's smile vanished and his eyes turned black, as he began working on undoing the ropes “Oh you will.”

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