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imagineteamfreewill · 2 years
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Hostage
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Title: Hostage
Pairing: Bank Teller!Dean x Robber!Reader
Word Count: 2,400
Warnings: Bank robbery, guns, threatening
Square Filled: Bank Teller Dean
Summary: Dean’s day was going fine until she walked in.
A/N: This is a submission for the 2021-2022 SPN AU Bingo (@spnaubingo)! As always, thank you for reading and supporting me. I hope you enjoy! Dividers are by @firefly-graphics
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Dean’s job was a relatively safe one. He got a steady paycheck, had solid insurance, and his coworkers weren’t too bad, either. He’d been on track to get a degree in automotive mechanics when Sam got sick, so he’d dropped out of school and moved back to Kansas to help take care of his little brother. With their parents gone, he and Bobby were the only family that Sam had, and Bobby wasn’t able to work full-time and take care of Sam. Dean had found a job at a bank in town to help pay for medical bills. It allowed Bobby to stay at home and take care of Sam most days, and when Bobby wasn’t there, Dean was. The branch manager had known John and Mary when they were children. She wanted to watch out for the Winchester boys in any way she could, which meant that she looked the other way more than once when Dean had called in “sick” because he was driving Sam to treatment or to another appointment. Dean was lucky to have found the job that he did.
After Sam got better, Dean never went back to school. He stayed at the bank, partially out of concern that Sam might get sick again, partially because he felt a sense of duty towards the manager who’d been kinder than they’d deserved, and partially because it was a solid job. He didn’t have to worry about building a business from the ground up or finding customers like he would have if he’d tried to start his own mechanics shop, which had been his plan throughout his teenage years and his early twenties. He met a girl, too, and that alone would’ve been a good enough reason for him to stay at the bank.
So, five days a week, Dean put on his uniform and drove the Impala to the bank on Oak Street, where he sometimes opened the branch and sometimes closed. He worked eight hours a day, then went home to the apartment he and Y/N shared on 9th Avenue. Sam lived down the block. Sometimes they had dinner together, but most nights it was just him and Y/N at the table. His life usually stuck to this routine, which he appreciated. After all, everyone kept telling him that the older he got, the more he’d like the predictability of it all.
“Have a nice day, Mr. Booth,” Dean said, smiling politely at the old man on the other side of the plexiglass. The withered man had been a customer since before Dean had started. He came in once a week to take out the same amount of cash, and he insisted on tipping Dean every time. Legally, Dean couldn’t take tips, but around the holidays the branch manager would allow him to take the cash Mr. Booth offered to buy donuts and coffee for the rest of the tellers. Mr. Booth was a kind man and Dean looked forward to the weekly visits with him. He remembered Sam and Bobby, and he always asked after Y/N.
“You too, Dean,” Mr. Booth said. “You be good to that girl of yours, now.” He tucked the cash into his wallet and then slipped it into the pocket of his jeans, then hobbled back towards the door.
A steady stream of people had been coming in and out of the bank all day, but the line had finally dwindled down to just one customer. Dean finished tucking away the leftover papers from Mr. Booth’s transaction so he was ready for the next customer, but another teller called the woman over to his window before Dean could speak up.
Sighing, Dean grabbed his coffee and took a sip. It was lukewarm, which wasn’t surprising given the fact that it had sat mostly untouched all morning, but he drank it anyway. He’d opened the bank this morning and there was still another hour before his lunch, then another three before he could go home to Y/N. He’d promised to make tacos for dinner, though he was seriously debating on just ordering takeout if it meant having an extra half hour off his feet.
Movement in the lobby caught his eye and Dean called out on instinct, “I can help the next customer if you’re ready!”
He looked up, a polite smile fixed on his face as he put his cup back out of the way. The person on the other side of the glass had a mask over their mouth and nose, which wasn’t uncommon, but the dark beanie over the top of their head and the strange look in their eyes made Dean uneasy.
“What can I help you with today?” he asked. He kept one hand on the computer mouse, but he slipped the other underneath the counter where his panic button was. It would call Jody and Donna down at the station if needed, as well as alert the other tellers to the situation.
“I need to withdraw some cash,” the customer said, their voice muffled by the mask over their face.
Dean nodded. “Do you have a withdrawal slip? I can help you fill one out if you need it.”
Reaching with his right hand for the blank slips in the holder on the counter, Dean glanced away from the customer’s face just for a moment. Something dark blocked his view of the person on the other side of the window and he froze. When he looked back, a sleek black handgun was pointed at him, the barrel pressed firmly against the plexiglass. The barrier wasn’t bulletproof and his chest constricted as he stared down the gun.
“I need all the cash in your drawer,” the customer ordered. “You can put it in here.”
They held a bag over the wooden divider beside the window and Dean reached for it. He let his fingers trip over the panic button underneath the counter on the way. Silently, he began to load the cash from his teller drawer into the canvas duffel while the person on the other side watched.
The bank lobby had grown silent other than the shuffling of the cash and panicked whispers from the other employees. All the other customers had cleared out, though Dean wasn’t sure if it was because they’d seen what was happening or if they’d just conveniently finished their transactions in the knick of time.
“Everything goes in there. Don’t try to leave any of it behind.”
Dean glanced up at the person and nodded silently, then carefully transferred the last bundle of bills into the bag. He zipped it up and tried not to glance towards the doors to the outside as he handed it back over the divider.
“Come around to this side,” they ordered.
Slowly, Dean stepped out of his booth and started walking towards the locked gate on the far side of the line of the teller windows. The other tellers stood in their places, frozen with fear as Dean passed behind them. None of them so much as uttered a word. The bank had never been robbed, not since long before the branch manager had gotten her position, and though they all received training for situations like these, real life was always different than a simulation.
The robber followed Dean down the line, keeping the gun pointed at him as he walked. They didn’t seem hurried or stressed about what they were doing, which meant they were either experienced or stupid. Judging by the familiar way they held the gun, Dean went with experienced.
“Don’t do anything stupid. Come stand in front of me.”
He obeyed and swallowed hard when the robber pressed the barrel of the gun to his temple. The metal was cool and he closed his eyes for a second while he attempted to steady his breathing. His heart pounded in his chest, making his head swim, and his skin itched with anxiety.
“You and I are going to go out to my car now. Understand? None of your co-workers are going to follow us, and when the cops arrive, they’re going to say that you went home sick. Do you all understand?”
They raised their voice so that everyone could hear their demands and Dean felt the robber shift slightly behind him as they looked around. All around the lobby, the tellers, bankers, and his manager agreed with quiet, unsure voices.
The next words were nothing more than a whisper in Dean’s ear. “Tell them you’re going to be okay. I don’t need people freaking out and ruining this for me.”
His mouth felt like it was filled with sand but Dean licked his lips and spoke up anyway, his voice cracking embarrassingly as he said, “I’ll be fine, guys. I’ll see you tomorrow morning.”
He wasn’t sure if he would or not, but some concrete reassurance seemed better than none at all.
Seemingly satisfied, the robber shoved Dean forward. He walked out of the bank with them close behind. At no point did the gun leave his head, and it stayed pointed at him even as he climbed into the passenger seat of a sleek black car. They continued to aim it at his forehead while closing the door and going around the front of the vehicle to get to their own side.
“Buckle up,” they ordered, and Dean obeyed without a word. He kept his hands in his lap as the person threw the bag of cash into the backseat and shoved the key into the ignition. The car roared to life beneath them and soon they were pulling out onto Main Street. Sirens sounded behind them, but they turned down Oak Street like they hadn’t even seen the robber’s getaway car with Dean in the passenger seat. His stomach rolled as the robber slammed their foot against the gas pedal. They were merging onto the highway out of town.
“What are you going to do to me?” he asked when his stomach had settled again and they were gliding smoothly through the traffic towards Kansas City.
In the driver’s seat, Y/N pulled off her mask and hat, chucking them in the backseat with the bag of cash. She heaved a sigh as Dean took the gun from her outstretched hand and tucked it into the glove box. His adrenaline was still a little high as he handled it, but at no point had she clicked off the safety, so he knew that his body would regulate itself soon.
“Probably take you home and ravish you,” she replied. She shot him a smile and he chuckled.
“You watch too much TV.”
She laughed this time and adjusted her grip on the wheel, looking forward again. “Sam and Jess left for the airport as I was parking the car, and we’re crashing at their new place for the week. You wanna text him and make sure he’s got everything they need?”
Nodding, Dean grabbed Y/N’s phone from her purse on the floor of the passenger seat and texted Sam. When that’s done, he rested his head against the headrest and sighed. “You know, we’re gonna have to be careful how, when, and where we deposit the money.”
“You think I haven’t thought that through already?” she scoffed.
“I know you have,” he answered.
The car ride was silent as Dean dozed in the passenger seat, until finally she reached over and shook him awake with a hand on his thigh. He rubbed his eyes and squinted out the windshield at the heavier traffic.
“We almost there?”
Y/N nodded and glanced over at him before merging into the exit lane. “Just about. Sam called; they’re at the airport. They’ll text us when they land in Florence. They’re supposed to land around 10:00am tomorrow.”
Dean stretched as much as he could in the tiny front seat, groaning as he adjusted his posture to sit back up against the seat. He’d slid down while he slept, and he had no doubt he was snoring, too.
“That’s good,” he said. “You need me to do anything?”
“Turn the duffel bag inside out so the canvas is on the inside. It needs to blend with the rest of our luggage.” She glanced over at him again. “And change into the shirt I put in my purse for you. We don’t want anyone seeing your bank uniform.”
He followed her instructions as she drove the rest of the way to the apartment that Sam and Jess purchased a few weeks ago. Sam had been wanting to move out of Lawrence for a while now, and their recent buy combined with his and Jess’ delayed honeymoon to Italy made the perfect excuse for Dean and Y/N to house-sit.
By the time they got to the parking spots designated for their apartment, Dean had changed into the polo Y/N had packed for him. It wasn’t his favorite, but it went well with the dress pants and shoes so he didn’t look too out of place. The goal was to blend in as much as possible.
“Jess told the receptionist that we’re housesitting for them this week, so we can go straight up. We shouldn’t have to worry about getting stopped.”
Y/N climbed out of the car and grabbed her suitcase out of the bag, as well as a second matching duffel bag. Dean took the one with the cash and her purse, then took the handle of his own suitcase after Y/N unloaded it from the trunk of the car.
They walked together towards the building entrance, and as they near the doors, Y/N chuckled. Dean glanced over at her and raised an eyebrow.
“What’s so funny?” he asks.
She grinned as she paused on the sidewalk in front of the double glass doors, and the mischievous sparkle in her eye made Dean grin as well. “I forgot to ask you,” she says. “How was your day?”
He laughed, then leaned down to press a kiss to the corner of her lips. “It was fine. Nothing exciting happened,” Dean teased, and she rolled her eyes at him.
“You’re so full of it. I picked the worst hostage.”
They laughed all the way up to the apartment, and Dean teased her all weekend about being her hostage, though he didn’t mind his role one bit.
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beyoncesdragon · 3 years
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OUR CHILD WANTS TO BE EVIL NICA WHAT HAVE WE RAISED
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Some post-4x13 Buddie because ummmm no to everything that just went down and whatever the hell they're doing with that promo. Pre-relationship Eddie introspection, guest-starring sleepy Buck and Chris (how often can I have these two idiots—Buck and Eddie, not Chris—wake each other up too goddamn early in the morning; the answer is infinite).
Eddie wakes up.
The world is a quiet, washed-out hum of static and dim light. He listens to his breath, in and out, in and out, as the room comes into focus. The rhythmic beeping monitor. The rough sheets over his chest. The hollowed-out numb of his shoulder where—
fuck. Where he’d been shot.
Eddie blinks open his eyes and grimaces. He’s probably doped to hell but his shoulder aches like forest fire, like a pain that will consume him and the whole world too, if he lets it. His head feels like someone pumped it full of air right up until the point before it bursts. He grits his teeth and gathers saliva on his tongue, carefully distributes it so that when he swallows, it will feel less like he’s ingesting a quart of sand. He knows this song and dance. He wiggles his fingers and toes and notes that remarkably, everything’s in working order. He wonders how often you can cheat death before that karma comes to get you.
Although he thinks Buck would probably go to bat for him, even against death himself. The heart monitor spikes as Eddie remembers with a vicious and cruel clarity Buck’s eyes on his as Eddie shuddered and collapsed. Buck’s wide, deer-in-headlights eyes, all that Eddie could see, just two pinprick pupils until there was nothing else, just the black, blank darkness.
Eddie tips his head to the side and opens his eyes, unclenching his fists, and nearly reels back when he sees Ana. She’s crumpled in the seat beside him, her chin resting on her collarbone, her long, dark eyelashes twitching against her cheek as she sleeps.
He closes his eyes and turns his head away.
But Ana’s a light sleeper. She was already waking up when he looked at her, roused from the shallow depths of unconsciousness by the change in Eddie’s breathing pattern, or something. His eyes are still closed when she croaks out, “Eddie?”
He looks at her.
“Eddie!” She says, raising her hands to flutter them over his chest, his face, his un-wounded shoulder. “You’re awake! You’re alive! Thank God,” she says, fervent. Like a prayer.
“Guess I’m just… lucky,” Eddie wheezes out. She smiles at him, eyes watering, and he gave the PG-version of his Silver Star story in her classroom but there’s no hint of recognition in her eyes.
“Either the luckiest man alive, or the unluckiest,” she says. “I’m pretty sure a lucky man wouldn’t be shot at quite so much.” She presses a kiss to his temple and Eddie has the horrible impulse to bat her away from him like she’s an overbearing aunt.
God, he’s an idiot. And it would take getting shot for him to realize it.
“What… happened?” Eddie asks, relieved when she leans back and settles into her chair.
“I’m not sure… I heard there was a sniper on the scene. The police think he might be targeting first responders, because how could this year get any worse?” When she shakes her head, her curls bounce in a way Eddie found appealing, once. It feels like a million years ago.
“Chris?” He asks, heart racing once more. She glances at the monitor and then back to him, offering a reassuring smile that does little to soothe his nerves.
“He’s OK. Buck’s with him.” Those three words calm Eddie instantly, like someone turning off an electric kettle, the worry bubbling up inside him simmering to a still. Because it means Chris is OK, and so is Buck. “I’m really grateful to Buck,” Ana is saying, taking his hand in hers, drawing his attention back to her. “It means I get to be here, with you.” She smiles at him like he’s fragile.
Wrong.
Eddie looks at her and doesn’t know how to tell her. How to tell her that the right thing would be for her to be at Chris’s side. That Chris always came first. Chris was the first and only priority. Chris was Eddie’s heart, raw and exposed, just like Bobby had said.
He looks at her and thinks about Chris’s smile, how he lights up the minute Ana walks in the room. He thinks about Chris confessing to him, quiet and anxious, that he’d asked Santa to find Mommy. He thinks about his parents telling him that the proper thing to do was to marry the girl carrying his child, even if he wasn’t sure he loved her.
Chris has been and will always be the most important thing in Eddie’s life. But Eddie’s starting to realize that even with a Northstar as good and perfect as Chris, Eddie didn’t always make the best choices. For himself, for Chris, or for their family.
“Can you call Buck, for me?” Eddie asks, brushing his thumb over Ana’s delicate knuckles. “If it’s not too late. I want to see my boys.”
She hastily bends down to pick up her purse and fumble her phone out, tell him it was fine, Buck had wanted her to call him as soon as Eddie woke up, anyway. He catches a glimpse of a “5” as she unlocks the phone and opens her contact list.
In the early morning, hospital quiet, Eddie can hear the phone ring on the other end of the line. Once, twice. Click.
“Hello?’ Buck asks, voice scratchy with sleep.
“Let me talk to him,” Eddie says, before Ana can get a word in. She hesitates, opens her mouth, but he holds her gaze until she extends the phone to him. Eddie’s hand is steady when he takes it from her.
“Hey,” Eddie says. Buck’s bleary-eyed, curls smashed to one side of his head, half his face obscured by a dark shape.
“Eddie,” Buck says, a ragged, relieved sound. He shifts, and Eddie hears him say, “Chris, Chris wake up, it’s your dad, Chris, he’s OK!”
And then there’s another face, pressing too close to the camera, so that Eddie mostly sees a nostril and some chin.
“Daddy!” Chris whoops, and Eddie smiles, and Buck pulls Chris back from the phone screen so Eddie can see him.
“Hey there, buddy,” Eddie says, “sorry I scared you.”
“W-wasn’t scared,” Chris insists, blinking rapidly because without his glasses, the world was mostly a multi-colored smudge. “I had Buck.”
Buck—who settles Chris’s glasses over his face with heartbreaking tenderness. Buck—who wraps an arm around Chris and scoots them back against the headboard so they can both see Eddie. Buck—who had clearly been sleeping in Chris’s bed, keeping him safe while Eddie was getting several pints of blood pumped into his body and shrapnel extricated from his shoulder.
“That’s good,” Eddie says. “Really good.”
“We knew you’d be OK,” Buck says. “Right, Superman?”
“Yeah. ‘Cause of your lucky charm.”
Eddie has to close his eyes against that. Chris is still so young, still Disney-innocent and honey-sweet, and Buck knew exactly what to say to calm Chris down. He knew Chris’s favorite bedtime story and the playlist Eddie made for him to help Chris fall asleep.
“That’s right,” Eddie chokes out. “My St. Christopher medal.”
“No.” Eddie blinks at that, at the stubborn line of Chris’s mouth. “Me. And Buck.”
Buck looks just about as surprised as Eddie feels.
“What?” Eddie asks.
“What?” Buck asks.
“What?” Chris asks, confused at their confusion. He addresses Buck. “Daddy said that I was his good l-l-luck charm. Because he loves me. A-and he loves you, so you’re his good luck charm too.”
Eddie isn’t sure if his kid is perceptive or just putting together ideas in the way only kids can. But it doesn’t really matter, because he isn’t wrong.
“Got me there,” Eddie agrees. “I must be pretty lucky, since I’ve got the both of you watching my back.”
Buck’s smiling a pleased, sunshine grin. The room is too dark and the connection is too poor, but Eddie would bet money that Buck’s blushing.
Eddie very deliberately doesn’t look at Ana.
“We’ll come visit as soon as the hospital opens,” Buck promises. “It’s good you called, because we should probably get going.”
To his right, Chris gives a huge yawn.
“You sure? I’m not going anywhere.”
“You think we’re gonna be able to sleep now that you’re awake? No way.”
“No way!’ Chris agrees.
“We’ll be there in fifteen. Twenty. Ten?” Buck looks down at Chris.
“Five!” Chris shouts. “The f-firetruck could make it in five minutes!”
“But we only have Buck’s jeep,” Buck says, pouting at Chris. “Definitely not a firetruck.”
“Fifteen,” Chris amends.
“OK,” Eddie says with a laugh that barely hurts. “I’ll see you soon. Thanks, Buck.”
“For what?” Buck asks, ruffling Chris’s hair with the hand that had been draped over Chris’s shoulders. “Be there soon.”
The call disconnects with the finality of a book snapping shut. He squares his shoulders (as much as he can while lying in an inclined hospital bed with a bullet injury) and turns his head to face Ana.
Her eyes are narrowed and hard, like ice over a troubled stream.
“So,” she says, slow and calm, “Buck?”
“Yeah” Eddie says. It’s all he can say. He can’t tell her how to be what he needs, what Chris needs. He can’t tell her to put Chris first like a reflex, like an instinct.
He doesn’t blame her. He isn’t mad at her. He isn’t even disappointed. He’s as shocked as anyone that he met someone who understood, immediately and profoundly, that Chris was Eddie’s world. Eddie had never counted on someone like Buck. And it was time he stopped running from that and accepted it for the undeserved, unparallelled gift that it was.
“I’m sorry,” he adds.
“Me too.” Ana takes her phone back with a snap of her wrist and drops it in her purse. “I’m going to go home.”
“Yeah,” Eddie says, feeling a little guilty. He knows what it’s like to feel left behind, waking up with nothing but a note and the realization that you could never be good enough.
Ana gets to her feet and smooths the wrinkles of her blouse, and for a moment she reminds him so much of Shannon that he’s dizzy. The straight back, the self-posession, the tumble of curls swept over her shoulder.
He hopes Ana finds a love worthy of her, someone who will treasure her and believe her when she says, “sometimes our limitations let us know who we are.”
Because Eddie looked at the world like a challenge. He threw himself into it like the world might burn up tomorrow, but he would fight to the last breath anyway. He peeled away honorable discharge and may experience lifelong mobility dilemmas and we know what’s best for him and don’t you know how hard it is to be a single father like strips of old paint.
And Buck was the same way. Buck was I had to do it and didn’t you know Jim Abbot played baseball with only one hand and I’m in. You wanted us to bond, Cap. We might end up real close.
Eddie watches Ana leave, her heels clicking sharp against the tiled floor. At the door, she turns her head.
“I am glad you’re OK, Edmundo.”
“Thank you.”
And then she’s gone.
And then Eddie waits, anticipation mounting, for his boys to bring him home.
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feirceangel · 2 years
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Imagine | Girlfriend (Bobby Singer)
Imagine being Bobby's girlfriend and meeting Sam and Dean for the first time.
Word Count: 499
A/n: gif is not mine!
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Sunlight streams in through the open windows, as you cook breakfast for Bobby and yourself. He was helping you, frying the bacon as you flip the pancakes, but then a knock at the door interrupted.
So, here you are, wondering who it could be this early in the morning as you pour two glasses of orange juice. The eggs are done, so you place them onto plates as you wait for the pancakes to cook.
After you prepare the plates and turn the stove off, you go to see who's at the door.
A tall man with longish brown hair stands next to another man with short light brown hair. The tall one wears plaid and the short one wears a leather jacket.
"Bobby, the food's ready," you call out from your perch at the kitchen door.
Their heads all swivel to you.
"Oh, um, Y/n this is Sam and Dean. Sam, Dean - this is Y/n." Bobby introduces you, looking a bit flustered.
You smile brightly and shake their hands, "I've heard a lot about you two, it's nice to finally put faces to the names."
"Nice to meet you too," Sam says while Dean nods.
"Might as well come sit down, there's plenty of food to go 'round." You invite warmly.
They look to each other and then to Bobby. Bobby sighs and nods, "Might as well."
Everyone comes and sits down as you dish out the food before going to grab more orange juice and cups.
Dean wastes no time and shoves a huge bite of pancake in his mouth. Sam rolls his eyes and proceeds to eat in a more civilized fashion. Bobby also grabs a few pancakes as you pour two more glasses and set the orange juice on the table.
"So, Y/n, how do you know Bobby?" Sam asks after you sit down.
"I'm his girlfriend." You say with a smile as you pour the maple syrup onto your pancake.
Dean chokes on his pancake, and Sam looks shocked as well. Bobby blushes a tiny bit as you reach over and kiss him on the cheek.
"We met a while ago when he saved me from a vampire. He asked me out and here we are," you continue, smiling at Bobby as you eat.
"Wow. Good for you Bobby," Dean winks at him.
Bobby shoots him a glare, as you laugh. "He's a lucky guy," you chuckle again, blowing him a kiss.
He smirks, "That I am."
"Well, now I feel bad for intruding," Sam says.
"Don't feel bad. What brings you here anyways?" You ask, casually shoving a forkful of pancake into your mouth.
"We were hoping that Bobby could help us with the hunt we're on. There's too many vampires to take on by ourselves." Dean explains.
You start to clean up as you respond eagerly, "Ooh, we'd love to help."
"Really?"
"Yeah, I'll just go get changed and be back in a jiffy."
As you walk away, you here Dean turn to Bobby and say, "Bobby, your girlfriend's great."
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llnwritings · 3 years
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♫ JULIE AND THE PHANTOMS APPRECIATION WEEK ♫
DAY 6 | Write a fic with your favourite fanfiction trope.
Summary: Alex is one of the few special people born with a soulmate mark. However, unfortunately at a young age the mark fades and leaves a scar, indicating that his soulmate has died. Alex knew he wasn’t meant to be happy.
Trigger warnings: Bad Parenting, Homophobic Language
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Everyone knew about the stories of soul marks, those lucky few born with a name written on their wrist of the person that they were destined to love and be loved by. The name was written in grey, that was until you met your soulmate, then the name changed to your soulmate’s favourite colour when you touched each other for the first time. Or so the stories went. Soulmarks were so rare that there wasn’t much research into how they really worked. 
Alex was one of those lucky few. Born with the name William written in blocky handwriting on his right wrist, it was one of the first words he learnt to read and recognise. But as happy as his parents were that he was special and he had a soulmate, there was unsaid tension between the two of them. His mother was supportive as much as she could be, but his father was distant and cold. It wasn't until Alex was six that he learnt why, the memory forever seared into his young mind.
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Six year old Alex was too excited to sleep, in the next few days he would be starting school. Ever since he could remember, his parents hadn’t really allowed him to play with other kids and even when he did, his father had always made sure he had a leather cuff attached to his wrist that he was forbidden to take off in front of others, under threat of punishment. It hid his mark, something that made Alex sad and nervous. His father would always put it on too tight, which would leave red markings for days.
But soon he would be going to big boy school and his mother had even said that she would talk to father about not wearing the cuff to school. Alex quietly walked down the stairs and headed towards the kitchen for a drink, but he stopped when he heard voices talking. He crouched against the hallway wall and listened as his parents argued loudly.
"Mark please," He heard mother beg, "Let’s at least talk about this. Think about what's best for Alex, is our local standing more important than our son’s happiness? Let him love whoever he wants, for all we know, he’ll never even meet this William."
"I am Allison, no son of mine will be a flaming homosexual," His father hissed at his wife, spitting the last word out like a curse, "That name will bring this family nothing but trouble and shame. Once they find out about his mark, how will we look to the neighbours? Work colleagues? My boss? The church? No, my mind is made up! I'll take him to the centre tomorrow and they will remove the mark. No one needs to ever know about that thing on his wrist."
“You’ll be destroying a part of him,” His mother sobbed, “Why would you want to do that? What if he hates you when he grows up, what if he never forgives you?”
His father was silent and Alex peered around the edge of the doorway hoping to catch a glimpse of the man. His father ran a hand through his hair and sighed, “I can live with Allison. He can hate me all he wants but I’m looking out for what’s best for this family. I will not stand for my own flesh and blood loving the same gender under my roof. My decision’s final.”
Alex crept out back down the hallway and back towards his bedroom, his drink totally forgotten. He frowned at the words his father was saying, not really understanding what they meant. Looking down at his wrist, he traced the name, Alex didn't think William was a bad name and so what if it was a boy's name, boy’s were awesome, Alex would love to spend all his time with another boy, all he had at the moment was a sister and she was no fun at all. Girls weren't fun to play with either, they all had cooties.
Alex got back into bed and tried to go to sleep, but his mind was going a million miles an hour. His father’s words repeating themselves over and over again, Alex couldn’t understand how loving someone could be wrong. It was nearly 3 in the morning before Alex was finally able to drift off.
The trip to the center never happened.
The next morning, Alex woke up screaming in pain and all the noise he made caused mother to come rushing into his bedroom still in her pajamas, worry etched into her face.
“Honey, what’s wrong,” She came and sat on the edge of his bed, her hands reaching to comfort her son.
“It hurts,” Alex cried, tears streaming down his face, as he pushed his wrist into his mother’s open hands, “It hurts.”
Allison frowned, looking down at her son’s wrist, she gasped in shock. The once grey name was slowly fading away to nothingness, the edge of the name an angry red as if someone had burnt the skin. The change in the name could only mean one thing, Alex’s soulmate had died before they even had the chance to meet.
Allison wrapped her arms around the sobbing boy and comforted him the best she could, not knowing the pain he was feeling or how to make it stop.
“It’s going to be alright, honey,” She whispered as she held him close and rubbed his back, “We’ll get through this. You’re going to be fine.” Allison repeated the words over and over again, not just for Alex’s sake but for her own as well, her heart breaking at the sounds he was making.
Alex continued to cry, not only from the pain in his wrist but from a pain he felt deep within himself, a pain that he couldn’t put into words. It was like something broke and he didn’t know how to fix it. He curled into his mother’s embrace, his face tucked into her neck, he wanted her to fix the pain but somehow knew that she couldn’t.
They stayed like that for what felt like hours. Alex’s sobs had turned into sniffles as he cried himself back to sleep. Allison layed her son back down on his bed and tucked the blankets around him. She gave him a kiss on the forehead and quietly left the bedroom to find her husband.
She found him in the kitchen, sitting at the table with the newspaper out and a coffee in hand.
“You’ll be happy to know that you got what you wanted and you didn't have to spend any money at all,” Allison spoke softly to her husband as she made herself a cup of strong black coffee, “Your son’s soulmark faded and scarred last night. William is dead.” Allison sat down at the opposite end of the table, letting her words sink in, “You don’t have to be ashamed anymore. No one will be able to tell that our son was to have a soulmate."
"Good then," Mark scoffed and went back to his newspaper. He dropped the matter for now.
----
Years went on and Alex grew up, he never did forget the name William and would still spend time tracing over the light scarring on his wrist when he was feeling sad. The name was hardly visible now, only if you knew it was there and where to look, could you see it. Alex never told a soul that he used to have a mark, he never saw the point.
His dad’s attitude never changed towards Alex, no matter how hard he tried to please him. He went to school, got excellent grades, went to church, he was a good son but no matter what he did, his dad never looked at him with pride, love or affection. Alex knew it was because of the soulmark he used to have, just by having a boy’s name on him had tainted himself in his dad’s eyes forever. He was older enough to recognise the looks his dad would give same sex couples walking down the street hand in hand, were the same ones he would he would give Alex before hiding his mark with that leather cuff.
So at age 14, Alex stopped trying to please his dad. He still did well in school - he actually liked learning - but he stopped going to church, not seeing the point of it and always found a reason to not be in the house if his dad was home. He became friends with Luke, Reggie and Bobby and started a band. Sunset Curve was on its way to be a huge success! Well according to Luke anyway.
At age 16, Alex took a chance on love, but was caught kissing a boy behind the high school gym. When his dad had been told from one of his church friends, he blew his top and knocked Alex around before kicking him out of the house, saying he never wanted to see him again. Alex spent the night on Bobby’s pullout couch.
He spent a lot of nights on Bobby’s couch, luckily his parents were cool having a teenager crash with them. Bobby’s parents had spoken to Alex’s mum and they came to an agreement. Alex would stay at Bobby’s for the foreseeable future, at least until Alex’s mum could convince Alex’s dad to let him come home and she would pay them for the inconvenience of housing another teenage boy.
He never did make it home.
Alex, along with Luke and Reggie died at 17 to a hotdog and not even a good tasting one! After their death, the trio spent 25 years in a black room and in that time Alex never noticed his soulmark return to its grey colouring and the scarring disappeared.
----
Alex wasn’t handling being a ghost very well, the lack of answers to things was driving him insane. While Luke and Reggie’s lack of concern was causing his anxiety to skyrocket. He needed to get away and breathe.
Alex poofed out of the studio and found him on Hollywood Boulevard. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, focusing on slowing down his thoughts. After a few moments, he reopened his eyes only to jump in fright when he caught sight of two ghostbusters ahead of him. It was stupid to that they were here for him, Alex freaked out as they began to walk purposefully towards him.
“No, no, no,” Alex whispered in fright, only for the two ghostbusters to walk straight through him, “Oh,” Alex glanced around to see if anyone saw his freak out, he then huffed and rolled his eyes at himself. He was dead, no one could see him.
With a sigh, Alex started to walk down the street, his thoughts starting to roam again.
Still lost in his thoughts, Alex was completely unaware of his surroundings. He gasped out in shock as someone collided with his shoulder, sending them both to the floor with a thud. Pain burst from his wrist at the contact, leaving Alex confused, while being a ghost things weren’t supposed to hurt.
Alex heard the other person to his right grunt in pain as well.
Alex pulled himself to his feet, while rubbing his wrist, the pain had now receded to a tingle.
“Uh, man you dinged my board,” Alex heard the other person moan.
“I dinged your board,” Alex huffed, “No dude,you ran me over, you’re lucky I didn’t-” Alex blinked, realizing that there was only one reason as to why this guy could have knocked him over in the first place, “Yo-you ran me over. You’re a ghost?”
“Well yeah,” The other ghost unbuckled his helmet, “Ever since I learnt the hard way that skating in traffic was bad.” Alex watched, slacked jawed as the ghost removed his helmet and shook out his hair.
‘Oh no, he’s hot.’
As they made eye contact, Alex saw something change in the other ghost’s demeanor, he no longer looked annoyed about his skateboard.
“Hey, sorry I smashed into you,” He apologised. “I thought you were a lifer and I’d just, like, pass through.”
Alex blinked at the term, “Uh, a lifer?”
“Uh yeah,” The other teen looked confused, “That’s what we call people who are living.”
Alex nodded his understanding but was still slightly confused.
“You’re new to this whole ghost thing, aren’t you?”
Alex winced, “Yeah, is it that obvious?”
“Totally,’ The other ghost laughed, but not in a mean way.
The other ghost then stuck out his hand, “Hey uh, I’m Willie.”
“Oh, uh Alex,” Alex took the offered hand and shook it.
“Ah.” “Ow.”
Both ghost’s quickly released the other’s hand and grabbed their wrists to ward off the sharp tingle. Alex looked down at his wrist and watched in shock as the grey of his soulmark changed to blue. Alex looked up to see Willie looking back at him in awe.
“Alex, as in short for Alexander?” Willie asked softly, turning over his wrist to show Alex’s name written in his own handwriting and coloured pink.
“Oh wow, yeah that’s me,” Alex blinked in shock at his name, gently taking a hold of Willie’s wrist to get a closer look, “I thought you died,” The blonde frowned and looked back to Willie, “Well I guess technically you did die, if you're standing here as a ghost. I’ve never heard of a faded mark regaining colour before.”
Willie smiled as he listened to Alex ramble on. It was cute.
“I guess that means Willie is short for William then?” Alex asked hopefully, turning over his own wrist for Willie to see.
Willie traced over his own handwriting with his thumb on Alex’s wrist, “Yeah that’s my writing,” Willie looked back to Alex, “Say, you doing anything right now?”
“No,” Alex tilted his head in confusion, “Why?”
“Want to hang out? I could show you around and answer your ghost questions. If you have fun, maybe we could hang out again?”
“Uh, okay, that sounds fine.”
“And by hang out, I mean do you want to go on a date?” Willie wasn’t masking his intentions, he had been without his soulmate for years and he wasn’t going to screw this up now that he had found him.
“A date sounds fun,” Alex squeaked out with a smile.
“Awesome.” Willie took a hold of Alex’s hand and poofed them to one of his favourite places, he had a soulmate to woo.
The End
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Chapter 202: Walking on a Dream
Laughter echoed, as a young man and woman lovingly chased each other around the creek in a wooded area. The creek had an old wooden bridge in which they sat on, after the young couple was done with their playful romp. They were very young, teenagers, but so in love. Many said they were too young, but they were all wrong, for these two knew a love that did not happen for most. True love was but a myth or a thing of fairy tales, but they had found it. They were two of the very lucky in a world where no one believed in anything anymore; certainly not true love. Love was more than enough for them, but jealous people and evil threatened to try and separate them.
"What are we going to do? You know my father...he'll lock me away the moment he finds out and send me off somewhere until the baby is born. He'll never let me have her and he'll never let us be together," she fretted.
"Not here...but that's why we must leave. We can't be together here, because of your evil father. But out there...we can. We can escape this little backwater town and out there, we can get married, have our baby, and be together forever," he said.
"My father is powerful...what if he finds us?" she asked.
"I know someone...she's a friend and she says that she can get us new identities if I agree to work for her. I need a job anyway, so it's kind of perfect," he replied. She looked hopeful.
"That could work...we can escape and be together," he said, as he placed a hand on her still flat belly. She wasn't showing yet, but it wouldn't be long.
"You're all I need and want...you and our baby," he promised. She smiled and looked at the glistening ring on her finger. It was his mother's and all he had left of her and she wore it now with pride, having burst into happy tears when he proposed last night after they made love under the stars.
"When do we leave? Because I cannot wait to start my life with the man I love and the father of our baby," she said. He smiled and kissed her passionately.
"My truck is packed. We leave when you're ready," he said. She smiled and kissed him again.
"Then we leave now," she said, as he helped her to her feet and they hurried off to escape a trapped life in the small town her father controlled like a King for a life out there, together and free…
~*~
Her green eyes opened and she stretched her arms over her head, rolling away from the sun streaming through the blinds, burying her face in his shoulder and breathing in his scent. She could lay like this with him all day and never desire to get up, but their alarm had other ideas as it chose that moment to go off.
"No…" she whined and she heard him chuckle. He pressed a kiss to her head and she peered up at him with a sleepy smile.
"Good morning," he said.
"Morning," she muttered, as he kissed her tenderly.
"Waking up in your arms is always a good morning, but it could better," she mused playfully, as she gave him a sultry stare.
"I love the way you think," he agreed, as their lips met again, this time with more heat and passion. Hands began to roam and the bedclothes rustled, as he shifted her onto her back, before settling between her legs. He kissed her lips passionately and then began to trail kisses down her neck, while she arched against him.
"Mom...have you seen my cleats? I need them for soccer," she heard their son call through the door. She sighed.
"Did you check the basement?" she called, trying to bite back a moan as she did.
"Oh yeah…" he said, as they heard him pad away from the door. She mewled into his kiss and passion swallowed them in a bout of morning lovemaking.
She lay against him after, as they cuddled for a few moments, knowing they would have to get up soon to face the day.
"Dad...I need a ride to campus this morning," their daughter called through the door. They smiled at each other and shared another kiss.
"We'll be out soon, peanut and I'll drop you off on my way to work," he called, as they heard her footsteps retreating.
"Guess we'll have to pick this up tonight," he said in a husky tone.
"Mmm...promise?" she asked, as he kissed her again.
"Always," he replied, as they went to clean up for the day.
A bit later, they finally exited their bedroom, dressed and ready for the day and joined their two kids in the kitchen. To look at them, most would say that they were a pretty typical nuclear family, though seemed a tad young to have a college age daughter and even a fourteen-year-old son.
But that was them. David Nolan and Mary Margaret Blanchard had once been two kids from a smallish town in Maine. She had been the daughter of the rich owner of their town's lucrative cannery company and he had owned most of the real estate in town like some sort of King. Even the Mayor hadn't had as much power as him and he had expected his daughter to follow in his footsteps.
Her father was not a fair man though and much of the town was impoverished due to his unfair rent and high prices on all his goods. Mary Margaret wanted no part of it and it made her sad, for her father had not always been that way. After her mother died though, he had become lost in his bitterness and greed. She suspected that she reminded him too much of her mother and he had wanted to thus mold her into his image instead. He had very specific ideas about who his daughter was to be and it clashed with every single idea of who Mary Margaret wanted to be.
David grew up on his mother's farm, very poor, and was home schooled until high school. David's father had been an alcoholic and left them when he was very young. But both their lives had changed on the first day of High School. After the first day was over, she had been sneaking through the woods, trying to ditch the handler her father had sent to pick her up when she accidentally hit him in the face with a rock, thinking he was the handler.
Instead of being upset, he had helped her evade her father's hired goon and they became friends. But it wasn't long until they fell in love and it was pretty quickly determined that this wasn't just some frivolous high school relationship or puppy love.
Her father, of course, loathed that his daughter was involved with a farm boy and forbid them to see each other. She ignored him and refused to stop seeing him.
By the time they were sixteen in their junior year, David's mother passed away and her father had capitalized on the opportunity, as he took the farm when David couldn't pay, leaving him homeless. He forbade anyone else in town to give him housing, thinking it would force him to leave. But his friend refused to turn him away. She was an older woman, former military, and revealed that she had once worked with his father.
David had been shocked to learn that Robert had actually gotten sober after he left them and was an undercover agent. Sadly, he was killed in the line of duty and Major Patricia Donovan vowed to see that his son was taken care of after his father had saved her life or so the story went.
So when Mary Margaret discovered she was pregnant, Pat suggested that they leave town and promised to help them if David worked for her once he finished high school. So they had and had never been happier since.
They got married right away in a small, private ceremony and they had finished High School online after their daughter was born. Then David went into a specialized training that Pat set up for him that included military and law enforcement training.
In the meantime, Pat returned to her former post in the Federal Bureau of Investigation at the Boston office and when he was ready, she bypassed all the red tape, making David a part of her special task force the Bureau had charged her with. Margaret, as she had started going by, had been worried at first, as this task force went after the worst criminals and serial killers, but her husband was really good at what he did and liked that he was really making a difference.
His job also provided for them well enough that it allowed for free federal daycare, which had allowed her to go to college for a teaching degree. By the time Summer was five, Margaret was pregnant with their son, whom they had named after David's father.
Now, Margaret taught high school science and social studies, they lived in a very nice Boston suburb, and were more in love than ever.
Summer was a freshman at Boston College and a member of one of their prestigious dance and cheer squads, while Bobby was a freshman at the same high school his mother taught at.
Margaret was actually new to the school too and had just begun teaching there at the beginning of the school year about a week ago. She was still getting her bearings and finding her stride, as she used to teach fifth grade. High School was new waters and she was still wading in the shallow end.
"Can I have pop-tarts for breakfast?" Bobby asked, as he rummaged through the pantry.
"Pop-tarts are not a healthy breakfast," Margaret said, as she took the eggs out of the fridge.
"And fortunately, we have time for some quick scrambled eggs. But you can help me make toast," she said, as she tossed the bread to him.
"Okay," he said, as he took the bread and grabbed the peanut butter. David chuckled, as he made coffee, while she made eggs and they ate a quick breakfast together, just as he heard his phone go off.
"Do you have a case?" Margaret asked.
"No...just a meeting. Looks like a boring office day," he said, as he pocketed his phone and kissed her tenderly.
"So you'll make it to my game?" Bobby asked.
"I should," David replied, as he kissed both his kids on the head, before kissing his wife again.
"See you tonight," she whispered.
"Love you," he whispered back.
"Love you too," she said fondly, as she kissed her daughter.
"Have a good day, sweetie," she said.
"Come on peanut, I'll drop you on my way," David said, as they left. Margaret put the dishes in the sink and gathered her stuff.
"Ready?" she asked her son. He nodded and they were off for the day too.
~*~
The United Realms
The United Realms was a peaceful place under the stern rule of the mighty Seth. Too peaceful. Most lived good lives and under the guise of their cursed lives, they knew nothing else. Or at least nothing else they could remember. If they could have, then things would surely be different and a rebellion would rise. And it soon would, or so Winter and Charming hoped.
They had played their part of loyal subordinates to Seth these last two years, as had the Evil Queen, running their own Kingdoms, while he ruled over all from the newly recreated Mount Olympus.
Adorning all the Kingdoms now though were golden statues, erected in Seth's likeness and his subjects woefully bowed to their God and his likeness in thankfulness for their good lives. Honestly, it made Winter and Charming want to retch on a daily basis, but they knew this was the way it had to be until it was time for everyone to wake and for the resistance to begin. No one questioned their God. Dissenters were dealt with in severity or so it appeared.
With this curse, everyone still had their Enchanted Forest identities, being that this was now the United Realms, but all the events of the past thirty years had almost all been erased.
Everyone only remembered Seth as their hero and ruler after he came many years ago and liberated them all from Zeus' tyrannical rule. Everyone in the United Realms lead happy lives and worshiped Seth as their God. Those who did not were shunned and harshly ridiculed by their peers, mostly to endear themselves to Seth and appease him.
Rulers of each Kingdom were expected to answer to Seth as well, all while keeping their Kingdoms in strict order. Misthaven, under the joint rule of Queen Winter, King Charming, and the Evil Queen had flourished. Arendelle had as well under Queen Elsa and King Leo, as they were closely knit with Misthaven.
Many of the other Kingdoms had fallen in line as well, including Andresia, Starcomb, Oz, and most others. Some Kingdoms had struggled and those were dealt with, which usually led to Seth appointing new leaders for those Kingdoms.
Thanks to their subterfuge and careful crafting of the curse, they still had the dome area at Bald Mountain, which was still perfectly and irrevocably sealed away from Seth. And, as Charming was summoned to Seth's Throne room that morning, he knew he would pull off yet another elaborate faux execution.
"I am done bowing to you in forced servitude! I did not build my Kingdom into the magnificence that it is only for the people to worship your golden statue instead of mine!" Midas ranted. Charming rolled his eyes. This one he was actually going to enjoy.
"You will conform to my rule, King Midas or the consequences will be severe," Seth warned.
"Father please…" Abigail pleaded, as she and Frederick stood by fearfully.
"I will do no such thing! And I'm not afraid of the pretty lapdog you have to do your dirty work!" the pompous King announced, as he held his hand up, intending to use it if he had to.
"If you're not afraid of my power, then you're a bigger fool than I thought," Charming said, as he made his entrance with Winter on his arm in a gorgeous, shimmering white gown. He was dressed in his familiar garb of all black leather and the chalice sword swinging at his hip.
"Oh it speaks," Midas hissed derisively.
"You are on my last nerve, Your Majesty. I suggest you leave here, bring order to your Kingdom as I have mandated to you, or the consequences of your refusal will be dealt to you," Seth said. Midas growled and made an enraged lunge toward Seth, intending to strike with his touch. He was foolhardy enough to believe he could get close enough to turn the God into a real life gold statue, but as usual, he would be proven to be a fool to think that.
Seth raised his hand and froze the King in place. He cried out in pain, as Seth used his signature mind meld to bring unspeakable agony upon him without even touching him.
"Please! "Abigail pleaded, as her husband held her back.
"My Lord...please allow me to add his soul to my collection," Mephisto requested.
"Why...so his loudmouth can keep annoying our Lord even in death?" Charming retorted, causing the demon King to sneer at him. He said nothing though, for he was Charming's subordinate; something he entirely loathed.
"Charming is right. Please deliver a swift execution, my right hand," Seth ordered.
"As you wish, my Lord," Charming answered, as he drew his sword and it lit with a white glow.
"Please Charming...please! You were once a man of honor that would never do something like this!" Abigail pleaded. But her cries fell on deaf ears, as he brought his blade down upon the King and he appeared to be incinerated into nothing upon contact with the chalice sword. Abigail cried out, as Frederick held her crying form.
"I suggest that you and your husband rule your Kingdom in a more orderly and strict fashion than your father did, Queen Abigail. If you do not please me, you shall be replaced as he was," Seth said harshly, as he sat back in his Throne.
"If there is nothing else, my Lord...my Queen and I will return to Misthaven," Charming said, as he bowed in respect before him.
"You have done well, as always, my charge. You may go until I am in need of your services again," Seth said. Winter bowed respectfully too, as they exited the palace arm in arm. Hearing Abigail's sobs was hard to take, even for them, but it would all be worth it in the end. Thanks to the nearly unending crop of beans they now had, they often used them for quick transport around the United Realms, so Charming threw one down and transported them back to their palace.
Winter kissed his cheek and went to their magic looking glass that they used to see around the realms and they made sure any of Seth's other lackeys, particularly Mephisto was still there and not trying to follow them as they had caught him trying to do a few times.
"We're clear," she said, as he tossed down another bean and created another spinning orange portal before them. She raised her part of the chalice, which was in the form of an apple pendant around her neck and it glowed, allowing them access to the secret and unknown realm they had been harboring during the curse.
They stepped through the portal and found themselves just outside Bald Mountain. The Mountain itself had been transformed from a once volcanic death trap to barracks to house those that now lived in them. The dead. Or at least those thought to be dead and dealt punishment from Seth at the hands of Charming.
"Unhand me you brute! What is happening? Where am I?" Midas demanded.
"Oh for the love of...shut up!" Winter snapped, as she and Charming arrived.
"You!" Midas growled.
"What is this?" he demanded to know.
"I take it your memories are back," Charming stated calmly.
"You were going to kill me…" he uttered.
"He saved your sorry skin, you ungrateful twit!" Winter growled, as she came face to face with him.
"He could have allowed Mephisto to rid us of your loud mouth...permanently," she reminded.
"I don't understand what any of this is," he said.
"Welcome to the resistance," Fandral said.
"The resistance?" he said, as he looked at them all in confusion.
"You mean...all this time you've been working against Seth?" Midas questioned.
"Yes...and you'll remain here until the time for the revolution is upon us," Fandral answered, as he nodded curtly to Charming and Winter.
"I must return to Rose," he said, as he opened a portal and stepped through.
"Grumpy...see that Midas gets settled," Charming said, as he and Winter turned to leave as well.
"Wait...you can't just expect me to stay here in limbo!" Midas protested.
"If you want to live and you want everyone else you love to live, then you will," Charming warned, as they left through a portal as well and back to their palace, just in time to see Emma coming in with their newest grand baby.
"Hi sweetheart," Winter cooed, as she kissed her daughter's cheek and then cooed to baby Hope, as she took her from Emma, cuddling her close.
"Hi Mom...hi Daddy," she said, as her father kissed her forehead.
"We were hoping you'd come join us for breakfast at Granny's?" she asked.
"Of course, princess. Just let us change into something a little more casual for Storybrooke and we'll go," Charming said, as they went to their room to change. They may have been supreme rulers to their Kingdom, among many other duties, but they never missed an opportunity to be with their family. They missed Summer and Bobby terribly and were saddened that their three eldest didn't even remember they existed right now, but they knew it would all be worth it in the end and everything they were doing would ensure the ultimate survival of their legacy.
~*~
The bell rang and her tenth graders started putting their stuff away.
"Okay...remember to read chapters fourteen and fifteen for tomorrow and be ready for discussion. There will be a quiz on Friday," she announced to them, as they left to move onto their next class. She had a free period now so she sat down to look over her lesson plan for her afternoon classes. Her phone chimed and she smiled, before texting her husband back. It wasn't unusual for them to text periodically during the day when time allotted.
"Slow day...I hate paperwork. How's your day, my darling?" She read, smiling as she did.
"Good...pretty normal. Better now though that I'm talking to you, my love," she texted back, just as there was a knock at her door.
I'm glad. Looks like Pat might have something though so I'll see you later at Bobby's game. I love you," she read, as she motioned for the person to come in.
"Come in," she called to the person at her classroom door, as she quickly texted her husband back.
"Love you too and please be careful out there," she texted quickly, before putting her phone down.
"Can I help you?" she asked the bespectacled gentleman. She vaguely recognized him as someone on staff here and had seen him in passing a couple times in her first week here.
"Yes...I am Dr. Ian Jenkins, head of the science department here at the High School," he said, introducing himself.
"Oh of course...it's nice to meet you, Doctor. I'm Margaret Nolan," she replied, as they shook hands and she missed the enthralled look on his face.
"Yes, I know...you have an impressive resume," he complimented.
"Oh, I don't know about that. Teaching High School is so much bigger than teaching fifth grade. I'll admit, it's been a little intimidating," she said.
"You seemed to have adjusted well and I think you're being modest. I heard you've ran the last two very successful science fairs and your fifth graders scores in mathematics and science were the highest in the district," he said.
"Well...I guess I enjoy teaching as much as they enjoyed learning," she replied, slightly uncomfortable with the praise.
"Yes...anyway, I wanted to discuss the possibility of you assisting me in running the High School's version. I'm afraid my science fair's have not been so successful and the other teachers in our department are loathe to help with it," he said.
"You want my help?" she asked in surprise.
"Yes of course...why does that surprise you?" he questioned.
"Well, it's just that I know that you used to teach at prestigious Universities and you have three PHD's. It just doesn't seem like I could be very helpful to someone with your pedigree. What I know about science is probably miniscule compared to you," she said.
"Oh, I think you know more than you give yourself credit for. Besides, there is more to running a science fair than knowledge of science. Organization and planning skills are not my strong suit," he replied.
"Oh, well I do enjoy that part of it. I'd be happy to help," she said. He smiled.
"Excellent. Perhaps we can meet in my lab after class hours to begin?" he asked.
"Oh, I'm afraid that won't work today. My son Bobby has a soccer game this afternoon," she replied.
"Oh...you have a son?" he inquired. She nodded.
"He's a freshman here, actually and then we have a daughter that just started her sophomore year at Boston University," she replied. He shook his head.
"You can't possibly have a college aged daughter," he said in amazement. She smiled.
"My husband and I were very young when she was born. We were so in love...still are, even more now, if it's possible," she mentioned.
"How wonderful," he said, though his voice was tight at that.
"Well, perhaps tomorrow during your free period?" he asked. She nodded.
"That should work. I'll come to your lab," she agreed.
"Excellent. Tell your son good luck in his game," he said, as he turned to leave.
"I will...thank you, doctor," she replied.
"Oh please, Margaret...call me Ian," he said, as he left and she went back to planning for her next class.
~*~
David got out of the car with his boss and he looked up at the roof of the building, clearly seeing the situation and they had put their FBI Kevlar vests on as was standard procedure for any situation. Boston P.D. was there, trying to diffuse the situation and he wasn't surprised that they had called his boss to assist.
Patricia was former military and FBI, formerly and presently. His father, though David barely remembered him, had worked with her in the Bureau. She had left the agency for a while and moved to his hometown when his mother died, having gotten word. She told him at the time that she had promised his father, knowing the demons he had struggled with, that she would step in to take care of him if something ever happened to him and David's mother.
Patricia had taken him under her wing and kept him off the streets when the Mayor of their town, also Margaret's father, had seen to it that the farm was taken. She had also helped them escape that small minded town and kept them out of poverty when they found out they were having a baby at sixteen. She had seen the potential in David for a career in law enforcement and put him through the Academy. Then she had fast tracked him through the Bureau.
When he got his badge and credentials, she had finally been awarded the special FBI task force she had long been vying for and they moved from Virginia to Boston when the kids were still little. Their task force usually went after the toughest cases. Serial killers, drug cartels, human trafficking, and even hostage situations. But they usually didn't get called in for jumpers.
"Agent Donovan. This is agent Nolan...what can you tell us?" she asked, as they flashed their credentials to the officer at the door.
"Not sure...the guy is clearly strung out on something. He's out of his mind," the uniformed officer explained, as they went in.
"They called us in for a suicide situation?" David asked.
"I got a call from one of my contacts at the DEA this morning. Word has it that someone is experimenting with a new drug and testing it out on willing and unwilling victims. Rumor has it that it causes wild hallucinations," she explained.
"And they think this guy is hopped on this new substance," David realized.
"We won't really know until he's drug tested, but if it is...we might have an epidemic on our hands," she said quietly, as they climbed the stairs.
"The drug is really this radical?" David asked.
"No survivors yet. Apparently...and this is just conjecture at this point, the drug is so powerful that it's driving people into madness. Total personality change," she replied.
"You think it's being smuggled in from other countries?" he asked.
"That's the scariest part. The DEA thinks it's being brewed right here in Boston," she answered, as they arrived on the roof.
"Stay back!" they heard the man shout. His eyes were purely bloodshot and he was holding his head like it was in agony. His bloodshot, glassy eyes kept darting around in paranoia; a very clear sign that he was on something. It was extreme though. David hadn't seen a lot of addicts, but enough to know that whatever this guy was on was definitely something very potent. David put his hands up, as he slowly approached.
"It's okay...we're not here to hurt you," David said.
"No...you're demons! They're all around me!" he cried, clearly hallucinating. David looked at Pat in concern. The man's eyes darkened, as he cried out in sheer terror.
"It's telling me to kill!" he cried in anguish.
"What is? What's telling you to kill?" David asked. He looked confused by his question though.
"The voice inside me...it's me…" he rambled.
"It's my bad side…" he cried, as he held his head again, creating more confusion from the officers and agents.
"Whatever this is...it's not like anything we've seen before," Pat said.
"I want to get you some help…" David said softly, but stopped when the guy pulled a knife out of his pocket.
"Stay back!" he said, as he lunged at him, causing all the officers and Pat to pull their guns.
"Wait…" David called, as he kept trying to reason with the guy.
"I know you're scared...but you need to put the knife down," he pleaded.
"I can't take it anymore…" he said, as he started backing away toward the ledge.
"No...don't do that. I can get you some help," David promised. But he shook his head and looked over the edge.
"I'm sorry...I just need it to stop. I don't want to be bad…" he cried.
"NO DON'T!" David cried, as the young man threw himself off the roof and David slammed his hands against the ledge and turned away from the gruesome scene below.
"You tried...he was obviously very troubled," Pat said, as she put a hand on his shoulder.
"Or maybe he could have been helped if he hadn't been so out of his mind. I mean, I've seen addicts out of their minds before...but this was different," David said.
"You're right...I'm not sure I've even seen anything like it and I've seen way more than you," she admitted.
"Do they have any idea what this is?" he asked. She shook her head.
"No...and we now have four bodies that we know of. Hopefully toxicology reports on all the victims will tell us more," she replied, as they filed down the stairs. He put up crime scene tape and allowed the medical examiner into the vicinity when the van arrived. There were plenty of spectators around outside the scene, trying to get a look and it wasn't long until news vans began to show up.
"Detective...can you tell us anything?" one of the reporters shouted.
"Agent Nolan and I have no comment at this time," Pat interjected.
"And you are?" the reporter asked.
"Supervising Special Agent Patricia Donovan. When we're ready, I'll make a statement on behalf of my task force," she replied.
"And just what kind of FBI task force do you run?" another reporter asked.
"One that is dedicated to solving this and any other crime that we're assigned," she answered simply, as they retreated away from them and back to the scene.
"I loathe reporters. They're going to be relentless when they learn we might have multiple victims connected to a new drug," he muttered to her.
"They will...but hopefully we can learn more when we compare all the autopsies. For now, there's not much more we can do. You can go," she said.
"Seriously? In the middle of a case?" he asked incredulously.
"I'll call you if we get an update or a break. But you standing around here waiting while missing Bobby's game doesn't make sense. Go," she urged. He smiled.
"Thanks," he said, as he headed off. He would be a little late, but it was better than missing it all. And honestly, after such a bad afternoon, he couldn't wait to be with his family.
~*~
Storybrooke
The bell on the shop door rang and Rumple looked up from his spell book. He rolled his eyes, seeing that it really wasn't a customer, but just the Evil Queen.
"You used the door...are you feeling ill?" he joked. She smirked.
"Cute...but sometimes I like the whimsy of doing things the way muggles do. Magic can get boring," she said.
"You and I have led different lives," he quipped in disagreement.
"Fine, fine...I'll dispense with the pleasantries. Do you have eyes on them?" she asked.
"I told you that I have even less power than you in this United Realms. And we both know why. If he could find the dagger...well, then I wouldn't be here," he hissed.
"And you're sure he won't find it?" she questioned.
"Expressly sure," he replied. She smirked.
"It's not even here in the United Realms anymore, is it?" she asked.
"I have no idea what you're blathering on about, Your Majesty. Are you going to buy something from my humble shop or not?" he asked. She smirked and walked around idly, pretending to browse the cases.
"Hmm...that is a nice bauble," she mentioned, referring to the ruby necklace in the case.
"As always, you have good taste," he replied, as he took it out and showed it to her.
"Exquisite…" she complimented.
"It is indeed and quite bold, but then a woman of your caliber can easily pull it off," he said, as she put it on.
"Do you have a mirror?" she asked. He nodded curtly and led her into the back. There were no cameras back there and no one would question it now if they were watching. After all, she was just trying on a necklace.
He pulled the tarp away from the mirror and she saw her nemesis in her classroom and then witnessed none other than Dr. Jekyll poke his head into the classroom and introduce himself.
"So...he's finally found his way to her," she mused.
"Yes...which means it won't be long now. He'll unravel their new life with all his crazy in no time," Rumple stated.
"Are you sure?" she asked. He scoffed.
"Of course I'm sure...I saw it," he replied.
"But we both know that you don't see everything," she countered.
"Well this...I did," he said, as he clenched his teeth and the mirror went transparent again, as he grabbed his tablet.
"Take a look at this," he said, as she read an article from Boston. It mentioned an Agent Nolan.
"What am I looking at?" she asked.
"Jekyll has already devolved and he's back to experimenting. This suicide that Agent Nolan is investigating isn't what it seems. And now that the unhinged doctor has met Margaret Nolan, he'll descend further into his madness. They're awakening is on the horizon at last," he assured.
"I hope you're right...I'm not sure how much more of Seth's United Realms I can take and if he finds out what the Charmings have been doing right under his nose and how we've helped, it could spell the end for all of us," she warned.
"The Charmings, whole and complete once again, will stand against him...I've seen it," he assured.
"Do they...do we win?" she asked. He scoffed.
"You know I don't know that part," he reminded.
"Well...I guess once again, we're putting all our cards on their true love," she said in disgust.
"It's won the day countless times before. We must hope it does again," he replied. She chuckled.
"Rumpelstiltskin has hope?" she poked at him, as she saw him look out back at the sound of a car door closing. It was Belle and he smiled.
"Even the Dark One can have hope, dearie," he mused.
"Well, I wouldn't know what that's like," she spat.
"You can again though...and you know how," he told her.
"Now...be on your way," he said shooing her out. She scoffed.
"Thanks for the ruby necklace," she called, as she walked out of the shop and disappeared in a puff of smoke. Hope...she hated that it always came down to hope.
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Family Gives Strength
(SOA FamilyxFemaleOC)
Idk if this posted already, so here it is again. It is one of my first written fanfics and I'm so nervous about it! Please leave helpful comments and any advice for my writing. This is a one-shot and may be shorter than the norm *Trigger Warning* (Mentions of rape/miscarriage/Character Death)
I slam Ratboy into the mat, foot against his throat and twisting his arm. "Say it!" I growl and he taps, "You win!" He coughs and I duck in time for Miles to miss, I jump off the rope and wrap my legs around his neck. I throw my weight and flip us, I land on my feet and he hits the mat. "Fuckin insulting." I growl and get out of the ring, "Sam!" I look over as I shrug my kutte on, the boys look over as well. I smile at my girlfriend Jo, she runs over to me and I pick her up. "Hey baby girl." I lean in and kiss her, I set her on her feet and pull her closer, she pulls away smiling. "My mom and I came to drop off the truck." I hum and let my hands wander, "Sam!" She giggles and swats at my hands, "Oh c'mon Jojo! Girls gotta have fun too." I pout and Jo shakes her head, "My mom'll shit a brick if she sees us dry humping eachother." I lick my lips, "Fine." Jo kisses me again and tries to walk away, but I won't let go. "Babe! C'mon, she's already pissy!" I pout at her, nuzzling her throat, "Oh my god, you are such a child!" She laughs and pulls my face up, she slots her lips against mine. I pull her closer, hands cupping her ass, "You still gotta wait." She mumbles when we pull away, I growl and nip her lip, "Yer cold hearted baby girl." She smirks and turns in my arms, "Only a bit." She grinds her ass into me and I suck in a breath at the friction. I growl again and she slips free. "Love you baby!" She calls and I huff, "Love you too." She blows me a kiss and her mom glares at me, I give her the middle finger. "Hi Mrs.Hyde!" She squaks angrilly and Jo tries not to laugh, I wink at her and watch her go to her car. I turn back to the boys, "What?" I ask and Happy looks at me, "You share?" He rasps and I narrow my eyes, squaring my shoulders, "Any of you touch her, and I'll cut off yer dicks and shove em down your throats." They all nod and we go back to sparring in the ring.
*Later On*
I grab a beer and sit, watching the crows dance on the poles. One sits on my lap and I tell her to get off, she doesn't listen and so when Jo rips the bitch off my lap by her hair, I don't separate them. I keep the boys away from them, when Jo's done, she grabs me and kisses me hard, "Yer mine." She growls into my neck and I pull her onto my lap, "Yer mine." I whisper into her ear and she shudders, the party picks up again and I drink and dance. Jo yawns sleepily and I hum, "You tired baby girl?" She nods and wraps her arms around my neck, "Alright, Imma put you to bed." She pulls back pouting, "But I wanna play." She whines, and the boys all watch us, "I know baby, but you got work in the morning and-" She starts grinding against my thigh and pulls her shirt over her head. I stop talking as she takes my hands and puts them against her chest, I feel my underwear get wetter, "I-Uh...fuck." I whisper and take a deep breath, "No." I say and put my kutte on her, "Yer really drunk baby girl." She tilts her head, "But I want to! M'not drunk, Sammy." I feel my heart rate pick up, she slips between my legs and kneels. I bite my lip, "Ok, let's get you to bed." She whines and I stand, "Hey, I want to baby girl." I look her up and down, "God damn do I want to, but I promised you I wouldn't ever do anything if you were really drunk and-" she takes off her skirt and underwear, I lose all the air in my lungs. She sashays down the hall and I stare after her, I bite my knuckles and look to the boys. "I-Fuck man." I pick up her clothes, "Why'd you promise her that?" Tig asks and I rub my face, "Her ex...he-uh...he raped her when she was wasted at a concert. He got six to ten...I promised her, I wouldn't do that to her...even if she says she wants to." I whine and they laugh, "Good luck." Opie says and I hum, I take off to my dorm and find her masturbating. I slam the door and lock it, she smiles at me and I get undressed, in my boy shorts and a t-shirt. I get in bed and let her finish, she puts her fingers to my mouth and I lick them clean. She curls into me and I put her underwear back on her and then a shirt, wondering if she'll remember any of this.
*Morning*
I wake up before Jo, so I tug on some joggers and walk out. The boys are all up and eating, "You get lucky?" Tig asks and I shake my head, "No, I let her finish herself and then she went to sleep." I sit and Bobby hands me a mug of coffee, a few minutes later, Jo comes out. She's still just in the t-shirt and her hair's a cute messy and she sits on my lap. "M'sorry." She mumbles, "I-I didn't mean to do that, just...I don't like those bitches touchin you." I laugh softly, "It's fine baby, I've been meaning to ask you something anyway." She tilts her head and I pull the box from my pocket, she looks at me with wide eyes. "It's not much, but-" She kisses me and I open the box, she nods, "Yes." She cries and I grin, kissing her back. "I'M GETTIN MARRIED!" I cheer and the boys all wolf whistle and clap, I slip the ring onto her finger. "Now...I-Well...would you also get my crow?" I ask and she nods, "I wouldn't ask for anything else." She kisses me and I slip my hand into the back of her shirt. I trail it up, "Right here?" I ask and she nods, "Perfect." We finish eating and then she gets dressed and goes to work.
*Happy Ever After : Can't Always Happen*
I'm smiling at the boys, "What?" Tig asks, I laugh, "Jo's pregnant." They all frown, "Doesn't that mean she cheated?" Tig asks and I roll my eyes, "We got a sperm donor, she took the test today...she said, she's three months along." I sigh, "I'm gonna be a mom...I can't wait for Gemma to meet my lil ray of sunshine." We continue on with church, they all came to the wedding, we went to Canada and got married there. We're riding to a meeting for Alvarez when my phone rings, I pull over, "Hello?" I feel my stomach drop, "I'm on my way." I don't even wait for the boys, I turn around and fly down the road. Wind whips passed my ears as I try to focus on getting to the hospital. I get there and park haphazardly, then sprint inside, they won't tell me where she is, they just keep asking me question after question. I'm sitting in the plastic chair, head in my hands, as the hours tick by. The boys come in and Clay is pissed, but I ignore him, "Gonzalez?" I rocket out of my chair and rush to the doctor, "She's awake, but...I'm sorry, she lost the baby." I nod and close my eyes, "You can go see her." I walk like a zombie down the seemingly endless hallway. I get to her door and push it open, she's lying in bed, bruised and beaten, just staring at the tv screen. I walk inside and ignore her mom, the boys come in as well, "Baby?" I whisper and she looks at me, tears streaming down her cheeks, "I-I tried to call Gemma." She sobs and I hug her, kissing her face, "Shh, baby it's ok." I whisper and she clings to me, sobbing heavily, "I-I lost the baby...I lost the baby." I kiss her softly, "It's ok, you hear me? Because you're ok, and if you're ok, then we can build ourselves a family again." She nods and I kiss her again, I climb onto the bed and wrap her in my arms.
*The Reaper Is Approaching*
It's been a year since Jo had the miscarriage, but now she's pregant with twins and ready to give birth in a month. We're walking into the clubhouse, the boys all saying hello, as Gemma, Lyla and Tara hover around Jo. Clay calls us in for church and I kiss Jo, we all sit and Clay explains we have a run coming up. I agree to go and tell Jo, I expalin she'll be staying with Tara. What I don't realise though, is that tonight, is the very last time I'll ever get to see Jo smile...the last time I'll ever hear her laugh.
*Answer The Grim Reaper*
I run into the hospital, Tara and the others all there, the boys follow after me. "What happened?!" I yell, Tara doesn't answer me, the doctor comes out and explains Jo was shot twice in the chest, but the babies survived and are in NICU. I sink to my knees and scream, sobbing as Tig picks me up and holds me. They take me to the morgue and I sob over her body, kissing her lips softly and holding her. They hand me her things and I stare at the doors to where the NICU is, "Baby?" Gemma mumbles, I blink at her and she slowly leads me into the room and I break down again, she named them Isaac and
Connor. Gemma hugs me as I cry against her chest, stroking my hair and murmuring that everything will be ok.
*Our Love Runs Deeper Than Any Other*
I stand staring at the coffin, Jo's mom, walks over to me. She slaps me, "THIS WAS YOUR FAULT! YOU HEAR ME!" She screams and I let her continue beating me, just taking it, because this was my fault. Jo's cousin, the one who introduced us, drags her away from me, yelling at her to shut up and quit acting like a crazy bitch. My face throbs and blood drips from my mouth, I wipe it away and rest a single red rose against her lid. They burry her, but even then, I don't move, I just stand and stare.
*You Don't Get To Just Check Out*
I don't get up as Isaac and Connor scream from their nursery. I take another drink and stare at the photos of Jo and I, Gemma and Tara walk into the house. Tara sneers at me, "You're a wonderful parent." I take another drink and Gemma glares at Tara, "That girl was her wife, the mother of her children, her bestfriend... her entire world." Tara quiets, "She gets to mourn, but she doesn't get to just check out either." Gemma helps me up and puts me to bed, "You gotta start livin for those boys baby...you can't leave them." I close my eyes as fresh tears stream down my cheeks.
*Taking Care Of New Life*
I make myself get up, I shower, dress and clean up the house. When Isaac and Connor start crying, I manage to make them both bottles and they stop. I tear up and kiss them both on their heads, I drive to TM with them both and when everyone sees me and my sons they celebrate. Gemma hugs me, "I'm proud of you baby, and Jo would be too." I nod and swallow the lump in my throat, I take the boys inside and let everyone meet them. I feel at peace, the pain still there, but now that I'm with family, it bleeds away. My heart swells with love and warmth as Juice and Tig play with my boys. I know, it'll take a while, but I'll be ok and I'll raise my boys the way Jo would have wanted to. I kiss their heads and sit, I watch them, a smile forming on my lips. Gemma makes a toast and the boys all swarm me into a hug. Yeah, I'll be alright, because I have family to hold me up when I can't stand on my own.
~End~
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All I Want For Christmas
This one is for @percywinchester27 and her quote challenge. - I’m a bad friend, I’m sorry I forgot. I chose the quote: “I hate this plan.” I said, “Let’s do it.” I’ve combined this with the request from @whispersandwhiskerburn All I Want for Christmas Is You, Dean x Reader I know Dean dies in May and comes back by Castiel’s hand in September, but for the sake of working Christmas in, let me bend the dates a touch! I have tried to keep the rest as canon as possible. AN: This is unbeta’d and written in around 2hrs while I’ve been at work. So all mistakes are mine! Also, the lyrics are in italics and the quote is in bold. Word Count: 1,792 Characters: Reader, Sam, Bobby, Dean Warnings: death, loss, angst, denial, fluff?
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I woke up in Dean’s arms, turning to face him, burying my cold feet under his legs, making him growl in his sleep. His arm tightened around me, his legs kicking back and forth, trying to put me off. I smiled as I watched, two inches from his face, the frown lines appear on his brow, his lips pouting. “Morning, baby.” I whispered, lips ghosting his cheek. “Shhh, sleep.” He grumbled, letting go to flip onto his other side, facing away from me. I closed the gap, winding my arm around his middle and tucking my hand under his shirt, fingers splaying on his chest. “Dean, it’s Christmas.” I said, nipping at the shell of his ear. “Merry Christmas,” He muttered, desperately trying to cling to sleep. “Fine, I’ll go wake Sam.” I pouted, shoving his shoulder as I pushed off him, flinging the covers back so as to let the cool air under the warm sheets. “Come back.” He half heartedly reached for me, but I wasn’t turning back.
I don't want a lot for Christmas, there is just one thing I need. I don't care about the presents underneath the Christmas tree. I just want you for my own, more than you could ever know. Make my wish come true, all I want for Christmas is you.
I woke up, reaching across the bed for the warm body. Finding nothing, the harsh reality of another day without Dean settled in. I took a deep breath and calmed the bubbling emotions, instead I focused on looking across the motel room to the other bed. Sam looked so peaceful when he was asleep, not that he did much of it these days. Sleep was an escape for me, I could dream about Dean, be with him when he wasn’t here. Sam saw sleep as a weakness, a waste of time. We could be hunting Lillith, searching for a way to get Dean out. But there was only so much you could do with no leads.
I don't need to hang my stocking there upon the fireplace. Santa Claus won't make me happy with a toy on Christmas day. I just want you for my own, more than you could ever know. Make my wish come true, all I want for Christmas is you.
“I thought we were going to Bobby’s?” I asked, standing up from the motel table Sam had left me at when he had gone to drown his troubles at the local bar. “You can take the car, I just… I gotta go.” Sam said, glancing back at the door again. “I’ll come with you.” “No.” He almost shouted. “Sam? Let me help you, if it concerns Dean, I need to-” I tried to plead but he cut me off. “I gotta do this by myself.” There was a long pause, a silence that filled the room, both of us staring at the other. “Tell me it’s not a deal.” If I knew the Winchester’s at all, I knew they were capable of stupid ideas, just look at-- “It’s not.” “Promise me?” I was standing a foot from him and I knew I sounded desperate. Hell I was desperate, I couldn’t lose Sam too. “I promise I’m not making a deal. This is just something I have to do by myself.” Sam’s voice had softened, his eyes were begging me to let him go. I grabbed his jacket and pulled him to me, giving him a crushing hug. “Don’t do anything stupid.” I muttered into his chest before finally letting him go. “Go to Bobby’s. Stay safe. I’ll come find you when I’ve got it figured out.” He said, leaving before I had a chance to say one more word.
I won't ask for much this Christmas, I won't even wish for snow, and I just wanna keep on waiting Underneath the mistletoe. I won't make a list and send it to the North Pole for Saint Nick. I won't even stay awake to hear those magic reindeer click. 'Cause I just want you here tonight, holding on to me so tight. What more can I do, Baby all I want for Christmas is you.
“Merry Christmas, Bobby.” I said, giving the older man a kiss on his stubbled cheek. “Merry Christmas, YNN.” Bobby said, patting at my hand on his shoulder. I’d found him in the kitchen, staring at his toast. “What’s wrong?” I asked, pulling a bowl from the cupboard and pulling down the lucky charms. “I wanted to do Christmas for you, but, well, I’ve buggered it up.” Bobby explained, pointing to the fridge when I raised an eyebrow. I pulled open the door to find a raw chicken staring back at me. Well, it would’ve been staring had it had a head. “A chicken?” “I wanted to get a turkey for ya, but they’d sold out. Some crap about ordering in advance.” Bobby muttered, lifting his cap to scratch at the balding spot atop his head. “I don’t like turkey, anyway.” I scrunched my nose when he gave me a knowing look. “We’ll figure it out.” I insisted, pulling the milk from the fridge and closing the door.
All the lights are shining so brightly everywhere. And the sound of children's laughter fills the air. And everyone is singing, I hear those sleigh bells ringing, Santa won't you bring me the one I really need, won't you please bring my baby to me?
“Just like a spell, you mix, I read, we’ll have a roast chicken in no time.” Bobby said, smiling over the top of my laptop at me. Can’t I read, and you...?” I asked, waving at the chicken and other assorted ingredients. “Do you really want cinnamon and paprika flavored chicken?” He asked, putting his glasses on and settling into the seat. “I hate this plan.” I said, pushing my sleeves up my arms, turning to the chicken anyway. “Let’s do it.” “Okay, first, you need to rub the chicken with olive oil, salt and pepper.” Bobby read out, looking up. I searched the bench top of everything I’d pulled out of the cupboards. “What’s a replacement for olive oil?” I asked, turning back to look at Bobby.
I don't want a lot for Christmas, this is all I'm asking for. I just wanna see my baby standing right outside my door. I just want you for my own, more than you could ever know. Make my wish come true, Baby all I want for Christmas is you.
There was a knock on the door just as I pulled open the oven to check on the chicken. I left Bobby to it, probably a hunter in need of a place to crash for the night. The voices were hushed, just a running murmur from the other room till a loud crash pulled me from my usual thoughts. “Bobby?” I called. “Bobby, it’s me!” A gruff voice sounded from the lounge as quick footsteps retreated into the office area. “My ass.” Bobby bit back. I grabbed the shotgun from between the wall and fridge and cocked it, hedging out into the hall.
“Wa- wa-wait! Your name is Robert Stephen Singer, you became a hunter after your wife became possessed... you’re about the closest thing I have to a father.” I froze. The voice was all too familiar, my mind screamed demon. “Bobby, it’s me.” The voice pleaded. It was quiet, save the desk chair wheeling across the old floor boards.
I poked the end of the shotgun around the corner, but I couldn’t will my feet to move. Instead I stood still, watching as arms, feet and corners of flannel flicked into my vision before disappearing again. It was obvious Bobby was fighting the man, but I couldn’t-- It sounded too much like my nightmares.
“I’m not a shapeshifter.” The demon barked. “Then you’re a revenant.” Bobby growled before being shoved. “Alright, if I was either, could I do this with a silver knife?” The voice was deep and breathless after fighting. The sudden quiet did the trick, my body lurching forwards, the barrel of the gun coming to point at … Dean. He was drawing the silver blade along his bicep, blood dribbling down his arm. Bobby had his back to me, but by the slump of his shoulders I could tell he was believing the sight in front of him.
“Dean?” Bobby was believing the demon. But I wasn’t. I steadied my aim, just above the thing’s head as he stepped towards Bobby, and fired. The blast startled the two. “Bobby.” I called for the old hunter, nodding my head at my side, trying to get him to stand behind me, out of reach of the beast in Dean’s body. “YN?” Dean’s eyes were on me, the dirty green catching in the late sun streaming into the room. “Bobby.” I bit through clenched teeth, blinking back tears. “Baby, please, it’s me.” My insides melted, my heart beat harder, as if straining to connect with his, to pull me to him. My knees weakened and so did my grip on the gun. “It’s him YN.” Bobby said, looking between me and Dean. “It’s what I’ve been tryna tell you.” Dean whispered. “No. Dean died. My-- Our Dean is dead, Bobby.” I spat, trying to keep my eyes on the monster, but the tears were starting to blur my vision. “It’s Dean.” Bobby stepped forward and pulled Dean into a hug. The man’s arms wound around the older hunter and held him tight. The shotgun fell to my side as a sob left my body.
“It’s good to see you boy.” Bobby pulled back and held him at arms length. “Yeah, you too.” Dean’s eyes flicked to me, but neither of us made a move toward the other. “How’d you bust out?” “I don’t know, I just woke up in a pine b--” Bobby splashed holy water at Dean, getting him straight in the face. There was a silence and I watched with horror, ready for the man to start howling in pain, for skin to begin searing, for my Dean to disappear and a Demon to take his place.
He turned his head to the side and spat out some of the water. “Not a demon either, ya know?” Dean said. The shotgun fell from my hand, my legs propelled me forward, until I was flying into Dean’s arms. We collided, bodies smacking with enough force to knock the air out of each other’s lungs. “Sorry, can’t be too careful.” Bobby said, a smile lighting his face.
I just want you for my own, more than you could ever know. Make my wish come true. Baby, all I want for Christmas is you.
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Burning Doves - Ch. 3
Fandom: Supernatural (The Last of Us AU) Main Pairing: Ducifer Chapter Title: Human Word Count: 3, 956 Warnings: Blood/Gore, Swearing Summary: While travelling, The Demons and Men of Letters come across a hoard of the infected. Lucifer, not thinking straight, does the unimaginable, forcing himself to open up about things in his life.
Ao3 Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/12336633/chapters/28947048
Sam and Eileen stuck to the back of the group for the sake of Charlie, who needed help walking along at a slow pace. While she had enough strength to walk in twenty minute intervals, there were multiple occasions where Sam or Eileen would have to full-on carry her. It was a tiring process but the two didn’t complain about helping their injured friend.
Meg also hung around them, mostly because she wanted to try to strike up a conversation with Charlie. She tried speaking with her multiple times but every time she did, the only response she got was a quiet grunt or a sleepy glare. After being turned down over a dozen times, she slowly drifted away and begrudgingly dragged her feet as she walked over to be beside the people of her group.
“Nice job trying to flirt with the lady you shot.” Ruby sneered teasingly, nudging Meg with her hip.
Meg huffed softly and crossed her arms, “I only wanted to talk to her but she’s probably too tired.”
“Or maybe she just doesn’t want to talk to the person who nearly killed her.” Lilith threw in, earning a glare.
“Geez,” Meg pouted, “It wasn’t that bad. Plus, it’s not like I was trying to shoot her. I just saw a figure and I shot at it.”
“Really?” Ruby quirked an eyebrow, “I could’ve sworn that I heard you say ‘hey, see that a redhead over there? I’ll shoot her’.” She said jokingly, shaking her head, “We know you weren’t trying to, you’ll just have to convince her of that. Good luck, by the way.”
“Thanks,” Meg sighed, “I’ll try again later.”
Ruby smiled and shrugged, “Hit me up if you need a hype man-”
“Heads up, there’s a group headed our way!” Ellen shouted, grabbing the shotgun that was being handed to her by Bobby.
“So early?” Lilith groaned.
Ellen continued speaking, “Lots of runners and a few clickers.” She cocked her gun and turned to Lucifer. “You ready?”
“More than you are, trust me.” With that, Lucifer sprinted to Ruby, Meg, and Lilith, calling Azazel, Dagon, and Ramiel over as well. “Listen, guys, don’t waste your bullets on them, okay?” Lucifer began, “Just kill the infected ones if they get too close to you or anyone else in our team.”
Everyone nodded.
“Alright, stick together.” Lucifer stalked back over to the front (Ruby and Lilith followed while Meg stayed back) where several shots were already fired. He pulled his pistol from its holster and began firing at any of the runners coming his way. He didn’t bother trying to take down a clicker as that would truly be a waste of bullets; he left that job to Ellen.
The two main categories of the infected ones were clickers and runners. The clickers were the ones that had been infected for a long time; fungus grew on their arms, legs, and face, protecting them but also blocking their vision. Their only sense of direction was echolocation. They could and would react to the smallest of sounds and, when aggravated, they were hard to kill. Runners, on the other hand, moved faster but were significantly easier to kill. One shot to the head would take care of them.
The head is exactly where Lucifer was aiming with each of his shots. He had enough practice in his lifetime to hit his target almost each time he pulled that trigger. “How many does it look like to you?” he shouted over to Ellen.
She shook her head, squinting as she shot the heavy gun. “Not sure. Too many. I’m not sure if we’ll be able to get rid of all of them.”
Lucifer snorted, “I don’t think we have much of a choice now.” He shot a runner right in between the eyes while it stumbled towards him. “Such a fucking waste of bullets.” He muttered to himself. He put multiple rounds into a clicker before Ellen finished it off.
“If we’re lucky, we can keep them at that distance away from us so none of us get hurt.” Ellen stated, starting to shoot at a faster pace.
In a split second, Dean showed up beside her, pumping bullets into a few of the infected ones. “Ellen, we have a problem.” He grunted, “There are more showing up near the back of the group. Like, a lot more. I need back up.”
“Take whoever you need.”
Dean wrinkled his nose and glanced at the options in front of him: Ruby, Lilith, and Lucifer. He groaned quietly and nodded at them, “You three, come with me.” He returned to the back of the group, helping Sam and Eileen to kill a few more.
“Don’t waste the bullets,” Lucifer reminded his people in a quiet voice, following the older Winchester.
Dean wasn’t lying when he said there was a lot more of the infected near the back. The clickers and runners were slowly surrounding them and everyone was clearly struggling to fight them off.
Meanwhile, The Demons mostly pretended to be helping. When they felt as though too many eyes were on them, they would shoot their guns; otherwise, they weren’t doing much to participate in the fight.
Little by little, it seemed like the hoard was growing thin. Things slowed down and Dean took a split second to catch his breath – that was just enough time for a runner to grab a hold of him, trying to wrap its arms around his neck. The older Winchester did his best to keep from being bitten but the angle he was at made it difficult.
Lucifer took a step away from the situation, reminding himself not to waste bullets. If he died, that was his problem and he should’ve been more careful.
But what if I don’t need to waste any bullets for this?
Not thinking straight, Lucifer clutched the back of the runner’s torn shirt and pulled it, forcing it onto the ground. Dean was knocked down as well but at least the infected one wasn’t holding on to him anymore. Now what? Lucifer dropped on to the ground; partially on purpose and partially by force. The runner had taken a hold of his ankle and pulled him to the ground. Whatever. He wanted to be on the ground anyways.
Lucifer moved quickly and jumped on top of the infected person, knees on either side of it to pin it to the ground. He got a few good punches in before the sick individual overthrew him again. It began to savagely bite his arm as well as scratch at his flesh. In the next few seconds, a bullet was in its head, causing it to slowly release.
Lucifer rolled over on to his back once he was free, crying out in pain as he gripped his bleeding arm and rocked back and forth.
Dean scrambled to get to his feet, collecting his own gun from the ground. He immediately pointed it at the blonde man.
“Fucking shoot him and you won’t see another day!” Meg shouted at him, grabbing his wrist and redirecting his aim towards the sky.
“Are you insane?” Dean shrieked, pushing past her and putting his gun to Lucifer’s face once again, “He’s been bitten,” he growled, “he’s infected and you’ll thank me later when you won’t have to deal with a rabid animal.”
Lucifer, shaking violently, tried to sit up. Tears were streaming down his face, smudging away some of the dirt and blood that had dried there quite a while ago. He looked Dean right in the eyes then shifted his gaze over to the gun that was inches away from his face. As he was in too much pain, he made no attempts to move.
He sneered quietly, “S-Screw you.” His voice faltered, “I thought I knew better than to t-t-try helping people,” he spat.
“I’m doing this for the sake of everybody.” Dean whispered in response. Before he was about to pull the trigger, he felt the warm muzzle of a recently used gun against the back of his head.
“What did I say?” Meg hissed into his ear, “I don’t play when it comes to my family.”
Slowly, Dean pulled his finger away from the trigger and clicked the safety back into place.
“Now, put it in the holster where it can’t hurt anyone.”
Dean complied.
“Now get the fuck away from him.” Meg shoved Dean away and knelt down by Lucifer’s side. “Hey, Luc,” she said quietly, “c’mon you’re gonna be okay. Let me help you.” She stretched his arm out to get a better view of the wound; it went deep and the blood was coming out fast. “Alcohol.” She whispered softly to herself, standing up and facing Ellen (who had come to see what all the commotion was about). “I need alcohol to keep it from getting infected.” She said quickly.
Ellen opened her mouth to protest only to be cut off by Meg:
“I don’t have time to explain, just give me the damn alcohol!”
Ellen glanced at Bobby skeptically before handing her the flask of whiskey that rested on her hip. Once Meg snatched the flask away from her, she dropped back down to her knees and pulled off her faded leather jacket, “Here, hold this in your mouth.”
Without question, as he already knew what was about to happen, Lucifer shoved the sleeve of the jacket into his mouth and shut his eyes tightly.
Meg took a deep breath, opened the flask of whiskey, and began to slowly pour it over the deep wound in his arm.
Lucifer let out a sharp cry and buried his face deeper into the jacket. He was having a hard time holding his arm in place and tried pulling away from Meg’s grip a few times.
“C’mon, Luci, you’re alright.” She muttered, shaking her head, “Not like you haven’t done this before.”
The pain was unbearable and Lucifer was practically convulsing by the time she finished pouring about half of the whiskey in the flask over his arm. Meg released his arm and began to ease his flannel shirt off of him.
“I need this to stop the blood,” Meg explained though, chances were, he probably couldn’t focus on what she was saying. Once she managed to slip the flannel off of him, she began to tightly wrap it around his arm.  When she turned away from Lucifer, she was met face to face with dozens of the Men of Letters. She stood up, crossed her arms, and straightened out her back in order to reach her full height. “What do you want?” She demanded to know. She noticed that they were restraining Lilith, Ruby, and all the other Demons from seeing what was going on. “You all seriously couldn’t wait for three whole minutes for us to explain, could you?”
“Three whole minutes is all a person needs to change into one of them.” Dean responded with a snarl, pointing to all of the infected they had just finished killing.
Meg scoffed, “You’re disgusting. You really think he would’ve risked becoming one of those things to save your sorry ass?” She chuckled, “You think too highly of yourself. Trust me; he won’t be turning anytime soon. If he was going to, I would’ve shot him myself.”
Dean stared at her. He didn’t know whether to believe her or not… she didn’t look like she was lying but, then again, looks could be deceiving. “You better have an explanation for us in fifteen minutes.”
“Make it an hour.” Meg said casually, “He should explain it himself and isn’t in any shape to do so right now,” She paused, “or in fifteen minutes.”
Dean clenched his jaw, stealing a glance at the shaking man. A tight feeling grew in his chest. Was he really feeling guilty? He cursed under his breath; why did Lucifer try and save him? Taking a sharp breath, he nodded at Meg, “Fine, one hour. He turns into one of those things and he’s dead.”
Now that Lucifer’s flannel was off and his arms were exposed, Dean could see that his arms were also riddled with the same burns he had on his face. Along with that were multiple scars that loosely looked like dog bites. Dean had no doubt that those scars and burns would be in the explanation.
Lucifer held on to Meg’s jacket tighter than before, so tight that his knuckles turned white. He sat with his knees tucked up to his chest, rocking back and forth. Meg sat beside him.
An hour finally passed but time seemed to be moving slow for Lucifer. The only thing he found himself being able to focus on was the throbbing pain in his arm; the dramatic part of him was convinced that this was the end and that he was going to finally die. However, Meg being at his side made him feel significantly better.
While the people waited, they decided it would be a good time to search nearby buildings for food and ration out the cans of food they already had in their bags. Ten minutes after the one hour mark, Dean began heading in Lucifer’s direction, a small portion of bread in his hand. Despite his protests, many of The Men of Letters had convinced him to go take some food to Lucifer considering he had just saved his life. So he did… With a heavy sigh, Dean sat down in front of him under the careful watch of Meg.
The Winchester, without saying anything, stretched out his hand and offered the bread to him.
Lucifer wrinkled his nose and inched back, “Aren’t you scared I’m going to try and bite you?” He huffed, turning his head away.
Dean rolled his eyes, his arm still extended, “We’re passed that.” He paused for about ten seconds, “Why did you do it?” He said in a quiet voice, almost scared to ask. “I fucking hate you and you fucking hate me.” He said flatly.
“A thank you would be nice.” Lucifer hissed in response, suddenly snatching the piece of bread from Dean’s hand. He winced and silently cursed himself for moving his injured arm in such a quick motion.
Dean put his hands together, “Right, well, you seem fine now. Care to start explaining as to why you shouldn’t be dead by now?”
Lucifer gave a sarcastic smile, “Gladly. Doesn’t the rest of your group want to hear the gossip? At least the old man and his wife, no?”
Once Ellen and Bobby gathered around, Lucifer was somewhat ready to begin. “So, try not to flip your shit when I tell you this but,” he paused, glanced around, and lowered his voice, “I’m a wizard.”
Dean, Bobby, and Ellen exchanged glances, none of them looking amused.
“Okay, anyways,” Lucifer cleared his throat, “I have better genes than anyone here.” He shrugged, “That’s it. Something’s wrong with me.” He pointed to the different bite scars he had, “All of these are the spots where I’ve been bitten, which now adds up to about… four.”
“How did you first find out you were immune?” Jo, who was now listening, called out.
Lucifer laughed, “Obviously I just went up to the nearest clicker and asked it to bite me. Y’know, in the name of science. As it turns out, I can’t be changed! Wild, am I right?” He dropped the fake smiles along with the laughter and rolled his eyes. “So if you haven’t pieced it together,” he inhaled sharply, “that’s probably why The Angels want me. Those bastards want a cure.”
“Don’t you?” Dean quirked an eyebrow.
Lucifer coughed, “Oh, yeah, sure… No, not really. I really don’t, um, care.” He gave another short, fake smile, “The world would probably be better if we all just blew away.”
Dean snorted and let out a laugh, a genuine laugh, “Okay, calm down, you little ray of sunshine.” He said sarcastically. “Great, so you’re immune to the virus.” He started to stand up.
Lucifer nodded, “Yup, I’m pretty sure that’s what I said.”
“It still doesn’t explain why you jumped in front of the infected one to save Dean.” Jo said.
“Maybe because sometimes I like to show just a little bit of humanity but maybe I just won’t next time.” Lucifer snapped, looking over to Ellen, “If you don’t mind, I’d like to start moving now.” Still holding his arm, he tried to stand up; however, he got tangled up in Meg’s jacket and managed to trip. Fortunately, he didn’t land face first on the ground like he thought he would. Instead, a pair of strong hands caught him by his arms. He howled in pain as the hands dug into his wound. He tried pulling away but when he felt himself beginning to lose his balance again, he snatched a hold of the person’s shirt, pulled them closer, and held on tight as if they were an anchor. He stared down at his feet and breathed heavily. When he looked up, he was met face to face with Dean.
“Oh how intimate.” Lucifer purred, shoving Dean away and wobbling slightly. He snatched the jacket up from the ground and handed it to Meg. “Like I said, can we get moving?” He asked Ellen again, ignoring everyone else at this point.
They hit the road again, being careful this time around as to avoid bumping into another hoard. Along with Charlie, Sam, and Eileen, Lucifer took to the back of the group. The pain pulsing through his arm made him want to move at a very slow pace, but hey, at least it wasn’t his leg that was bitten.
Every so often, Meg would come around to take a look at his wounded arm and, when she saw it fit to do so, she would pour more whiskey over it to keep it from infection. Every chance she got, she would look through the medicine cabinets in abandoned homes in hopes of finding some antibiotics. She had no luck in that aspect.
Anyways, Lucifer seemed to be doing okay; in fact, he was actually happier in the back of the group. The night before, he had been wondering why Eileen and Sam were communicating by sign language. Today, he found out that Eileen was deaf and, though she was an excellent lip-reader, felt more comfortable speaking in sign language.
If Lucifer remembered correctly, he once read a book about ASL for beginners. He used his minimal knowledge in the art to talk to and understand Eileen. He was surprised to see how much he still remembered and she appreciated the effort.
Their conversation would switch from ASL to english every time Lucifer could no longer understand what was happening or whenever his cut up arm hurt too much to move around.
“You’re actually pretty good at signing.” Sam told him encouragingly, Lucifer shrugged, “Do you know any other languages?”
What looked like a small smile played at the corner of Lucifer’s mouth, “Um… yeah, actually. There’s this old, dead language used in ancient times. It was called the ‘language of God and his angels’.”
“Latin?” Sam questioned.
Lucifer shook his head quickly, “Goodness, no. In my opinion, that’s considered to be the language from hell.” He huffed, “It’s called Enochian. I, uh, remember my father teaching it to me as I was growing up. I think the language was passed down throughout my family.”
Sam opened his mouth to ask another question before Dean interjected.
“How are things holding up back here?” The older Winchester asked.
Lucifer gave an unenthusiastic thumbs up.
“Ellen is thinking of calling it a night a little earlier than usual since it’s been a pretty busy day. What do you think?” Dean asked his brother.
Sam shook his head slightly, glancing at the small, folded map he had in his hand, “I think we should at least travel for another one or two, Charlie should hold up ‘til then since she’s doing much better than earlier.”
“Oh, and what am I, chopped liver? Goodness, just kill me.” Lucifer uttered, applying a small amount of pressure to his arm.
“I’m sorry?” Dean asked, watching him skeptically.
Lucifer blinked a few times and looked over at Dean, “Did I say that out loud?”
“ ‘fraid you did.” Sam snorted, “I only figured because you hadn’t been shot in the leg…”
“Well you figured wrong.” Lucifer retorted. “I’m exhausted, lightheaded, and feel like shit, but it’s fine, let’s just keep going. The sooner we get to the Angels, the better.” He let out a long, shaky breath, “Where are their headquarters anyways?”
“… Washington DC.” Sam coughed quietly.
“What!?” Lucifer stopped dead in his tracks, “That’s ridiculous! Do they really expect us to walk that distance?”
“I doubt it. Once we get word to them that we found you, they’ll probably send us a faster form of transportation.”
“The amount of faith you have in them is wild.” Lucifer shook his head and continued walking again. “In that case, we should keep moving for another two hours. Hell, make it three.”
After speaking with Ellen, the plan was to keep moving for two more hours. Some time passed and Lucifer’s pride didn’t allow him to tell anyone how lightheaded he felt but Meg could tell how he was barely holding on. She weaved her way past the handful of people in her way to talk to Bobby.
“Look, man, we gotta stop. I can tell Luc is ready to pass out. You think we can stop for the night already?” She asked though it wasn’t much of a question as she had no intentions of taking no for an answer.
Bobby nodded, “I’ll talk to Ellen about it.”
Soon after, the announcement was made and everyone began setting up camp.
Lucifer sent Meg an appreciative look and mouthed ‘thank you’ to her before he slowly sat down on the dying grass underneath him. He slid his backpack off and leaned against it, shivering as a short gust of wind blew against him; he had a feeling that this night was going to be colder than the last one.
Apparently another person, Adam, had the same feeling. He crawled over to be in the center of the group with some twigs, rocks, and box of matches. In no time, he had a medium sized fire going and it radiated enough heat to warm anyone close enough.
Lucifer, on the other hand, was not close enough to it. He chose to stay separate from the group though mostly everyone that was a part of his own team neared the fire. He carefully unraveled the shirt from around his sleeve, cursing softly as some dried blood got peeled away as well. He was surprised to see that, so far, the wound wasn’t infected. Wanting to keep it that way, he grabbed the flask of whiskey Meg had earlier and poured the last bit of it over his arm. It didn’t sting as much. Afterwards, he dug through his bag to find another piece of cloth that wasn’t soaked in his blood. When he found a roll of bandages (which he had completely forgotten about), he patched his arm up and hoped for the best.
A large amount of chatter was coming from the group by the fire. The Demons and Men of Letters were all talking and laughing with each other.
It’s nice, Lucifer thought, that they don’t hate the Men of Letters as much as I do.
The chatting didn’t last long since everyone began to wind down and fall asleep. Lucifer dozed off before he could hear who was taking first watch.
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What I’ve Done
Characters: Y/N Winchester (sister!reader), Castiel, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer
Pairing: Castiel x Reader
Warnings: Self doubt, self loathing, making wrong decisions. Canon typical.    
Word Count: 2200ish
A/N: This is 1 out of my 13 entries for @mamapeterson / @mrs-squirrel-chester’s Album Fanfiction Challenge where I chose the album “Smoke and Mirrors” by Imagine Dragons. The song prompt for this fic is: Hopeless Opus
This is kinda a rewrite of the ep The Man That Would Be King. I changed and took out a few things to fit in my reader but it is very much based on the ep. I stole and rephrased some of Castiel’s monologue from that ep as well. I do not claim to own any of that writing.
Thanks so much to the amazingly sweet @bkwrm523 for betaing this for me. I love you Sara!
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The expression on her face, when she realized he had been lying to them for almost a year was burned into his mind. It was all he saw, no matter where he went or what he did. The hurt, pained expression on her face. His betrayal had hurt them all. His betrayal had angered them all.
For such a long time it had been so clear to Castiel he was doing the right thing. Working with Crowley had been a necessary evil. It had been the only way and Castiel knew the Winchesters would never have understood that. Nor should they have too. They stopped one apocalypse and now the angels or a portion of them anyway, was trying to start another. Castiel had never been more ashamed in his life. Y/N and Dean had lost a brother to this war. A brother Castiel unsuccessfully had tried to bring back. Y/N had gone to school and Dean had found love. They moved on. They deserved to have lives. Castiel hadn’t wanted to disrupt them but he had watched. He had thought about asking for their help so many times. He knew it was his best option, but he couldn’t. Dean looked peaceful and Y/N looked happy. Castiel knew they missed Sam, but it was his choice to not contact them and to keep hunting on his own. Or so Castiel had thought back then. He hadn’t realized it wasn’t all of Sam he had pulled out of the cage. He hadn’t realized until it was too late. As soon as Dean learned about Sam’s missing piece, he had called his sister back in. Castiel had not shown himself but she has watched the anger and pain on her face as she faced her oldest brother. The same pain he had watched on Dean’s face when he had realized Bobby had known about Sam being back, had been written all over Y/N’s face as she confronted Dean.
That had been when Castiel knew he had changed. He felt as if someone plunged a dagger through his vessels heart, when he saw her pain. He had wanted to take it away. Take her away from all the ugliness in the world. He had felt responsible for that pain, because had he done the job right in the first place, had he brought all of Sam back like he had tried too, she would not have been standing before Dean right then with tears streaming her face.
Castiel knew watching her then that he loved her. Angels weren’t supposed to fall in love, but he did. He loved her more than he loved anything, still he pushed it down. He couldn’t afford to feel anything or let it cloud his judgement. He needed to save earth. Save her from having to revert another apocalypse along with her brothers. Her brothers that for a time had been like brothers to him as well. Brothers he had lied to every day for almost a year until he had slipped up and Dean had caught him in one.
Castiel remembered the pain on all their faces as they confronted him. He was so sure he’d been right as he spoke to them but now sitting here, his conviction was faltering. He had been trying so hard not to face all the things he had done. All the bad things. Unspeakable things. Castiel looked down at his hands as he began speaking to himself.
“You know, I’ve…I’ve been here for a very long time. And I remember many things. I remember being at a shoreline, watching a little grey fish heave itself up on the beach and an older brother saying, “don’t step on that fish, Castiel. Big plans for that fish.” I remember the Tower of Babel…All 37 feet of it, which I suppose was impressive at the time. And when it fell, they howled ‘divine wrath’. But come on - dried dung can only be stacked so high. I remember Cain and Abel…David and Goliath…Sodom and Gomorrah. And, of course, I remember the most remarkable event - remarkable because it never came to pass. It was averted by two boys, a girl, an old drunk and a fallen angel. The grand story. And we ripped up the ending and the rules…And destiny…leaving nothing but freedom and choice. Which is all well and good, except… Well, what if I’ve made the wrong choice? How am I supposed to know?”
Castiel thought back to his arrangement with Crowley as he kept speaking. Telling his story to anyone that was willing to listen, hoping that his father was one of those. Castiel thought about how he in spite of reason, in spite of what Crowley had told him, still weren’t willing to turn the backs on the Winchesters.
“Crowley had a point, of course. My interest was conflicted. I still considered myself the Winchesters’ guardian. After all…they taught me how to stand up…What to stand for…And what generally happens to you when you do. I was…done. It was over. And then the most extraordinary thing happened. I was put back. And we had won. We stopped Armageddon. But at a terrible cost. And so I knew what I had to do next. Once again, I went to Harrow Hell, to free Sam from Lucifer’s cage. It was nearly impossible, but I was so full of confidence, of mission. I see now that was arrogance…Hubris…Because, of course, I hadn’t truly raised Sam – not all of him. Sometimes we’re lucky enough to be given a warning.This should have been mine.”
Castiel thought about how he had asked him to kill the Winchesters and how he had refused. They were his family. The weren’t angels. They were vessels but it was illogical for him to feel like this and he knew it. Still Sam and Dean were his brothers and Y/N… Castiel bowed his head in shame, knowing angels weren’t supposed to feel like this for humans. He knew nothing good would ever come of feelings like that, but he also couldn’t stop them. He couldn’t hurt her, nor could he let anyone else do so. She was the most important thing so with Crowley’s threats against her and her brothers Castiel went on a murder spree, to keep them all safe. To keep her safe. Killing every demon he thought Castiel would send their way. He protected them even if he knew they had begun to suspect him and he knew even with every word spoken between them, even with everything that had since come to pass he would do so again.
“Hiding…Lying…Sweeping away evidence. And my motives used to be so pure and for a long time I was still sure I was doing the right thing. When I returned to heaven I wanted the same freedom the Winchesters had taught me to all the angels. I didn’t want there to be any leaders. I wanted there to be choice and free will to all. Had I understood then what I understand now I would have answered the other angels that freedom is a length of rope and God wants us to hang ourselves with it. The first weeks in Heaven were more difficult than I had imagined. Teaching freedom to angels is a bit like teaching poetry to fish. And then there was Raphael.”
Castiel hung his head again as he remembered where all the choices that had now led to this had started. He remembered how Raphael wanted him to kneel to him and restart the apocalypse. No matter what Castiel said Raphael couldn’t or didn’t want to understand that the apocalypse didn’t have to be. Castiel hadn’t wanted to fight. He hadn’t wanted a civil war. He had never wanted to lead, but that was the role he had been given. A role that had lead to a string of choices he had felt were all right at the time, but now he was doubting every single one of them. Because of the pain on their faces. Because of the pain on her face. Y/N. The one human he had wanted to protect the most, had been the one human he had caused the most pain by his lying and hiding. She no longer trusted him and he couldn’t blame her. Still it hurt, more than anything he had ever felt in his very long, long life. Her pain caused him pain.
Castiel felt the tears that angels don’t cry press against his eyes as he recalled hiding in the shadows, watching how the oldest and youngest Winchester stood up for him. Still believing in him beyond reason when Bobby and Sam no longer were sure of the angels’ allegiance. He remembered the pain their argument had cost him, but he also didn’t doubt breaking into the light when Crowley’s demons attacked. He didn’t hesitate in killing every last one of them to save his brothers, the old man and Y/N. For a brief moment he had just allowed himself to react and he was himself again. There were no doubt in his mind what was right. There was no hesitance in his defense of his friends.  
Castiel knew that the moment that came after had been when he had made the choice that had sealed his faith and ended his friendship with the Winchesters and Bobby. It had been the decision that had put an end to whatever could have been between him and the youngest Winchester Y/N, who he cared for so deeply, before it even began. When they apologised for their doubt in him, he lied. He could have told them the truth and he was no longer sure that choice had been the right one. He mind was clouded by his emotions. Emotions no angel was supposed to feel. Or maybe his mind was clouded by his own hubris and mission. He was no longer sure so he was praying.
“Every decision I made was carved by good intentions. So is most long roads and this road brought me to a circle of holy fire.”
A tear fell down Castiel’s face, surprising himself as he thought about the look on her face as Bobby lit the circle around him. She was fighting herself, like she was still desperately holding onto hope that he hadn’t lied to them, or even if he had it wouldn’t be for the reason they all thought. Castiel remembered his best friend, the best friend he had ever had, pleading with him. Asking the angel to look him in the eye and tell him he weren’t working with Crowley. When he couldn’t lie to Dean any longer, her tears fell and Castiel’s heart broke into pieces. He had tried to explain himself, but his efforts had been too late. His lies had destroyed whatever trust the Winchesters and Bobby had once placed in him. He had tried regaining it by letting them know he had been the one breaking into the cage to pull Sam out, but the only response he had gotten was more anger and silence from her. She wouldn’t even look at him and still Castiel could feel her pain. Even know, a day later and miles from her he felt it. Tearing him to shreds.
He remembered look she had send him as Dean pulled her through the door with him. He remembered how he had wished he had stopped them. Pledge his allegiance to them once again and told them he would do whatever he could to fix everything he had broken between them, but he hadn’t. He had lied again. He had send them running moments before Crowley had broken in to save him. And now he was here sitting on a park bench with her pain mirrored in his own heart as Crowley’s words rang over and over in his head.
“You know the difference between you and me? I know what I am. What are you, Castiel? What exactly are you willing to do?”
Castiel wiped his tears from his eyes and looked straight into the winter air as he started speaking again.
“So that is everything I guess. My story. I believe it’s what you would call a…Tragedy from the human perspective. But maybe the human perspective is…Limited. I don’t know.” Castiel’s eyes turned to the sky as he pleaded. “That’s why I’m asking you, Father. One last time. Am I doing the right thing? Am I on the right path? You have to tell me. You have to give me…A sign. Give me a sign…”
Castiel pictured her smile. He remembered the feel of her embrace and the feelings she had stirred in him, before he for once and all pushed them aside. His voice almost broke as he made his decision.
“Because if you don’t…I’m gonna ju– I’m gonna do whatever I… Whatever I must…”
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See you soon here. Is there a continue reading to access them there? I cannot believe that TUDN is putting both channels of simulcasting.
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