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bellamybellamyblake · 9 months

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When the Sun Sets - Part 3

In-Between

Characters:

morgan winchester (OC), sam winchester, dean winchester, alastair

Summary:

the winchesters after the death of the middle child. oh, and hell.

Warnings (for entire story):

SPN typical violence, so so much suppressing of emotions, vague mention of SA, depiction of torture, a very pro-torture main character, vague mention of not eating for a while, slightly suicidal ideation, SPN typical alcohol abuse, spoiler warning up to the end of season 8, following canon stops after the end of season 2, but things are definitely going to be mentioned.

Word Count:

2.1k ~ roughly

A/N:

ahhh this one, i love this one. trigger warning for torture. POV switches a few times.

italics = flashback.

dean: 28, morgan: 27, sam: 24

It was all too much.

"I'm not gonna let you go to Hell, Mo!" Sam, the middle Winchester, said as his tears betrayed him.

Morgan wouldn't let them save her. She didn't even let them try. After what felt like a lifetime of them protecting her, she wouldn't accept any more of it. Sam and Dean Winchester used every outlet, read every book they could find twice and called every hunter they knew to find some way to get her out of this with no luck. Their last ditch effort, was doomed to end just end the way they dreaded the most; with the middle child being scratched and ripped to shreds by hellhounds.

She made a deal with the devil. Now her fate was sealed.

“Yes, you are.”

One shot.

The old grandfather clock struck midnight and marked the close of a year, bringing the siblings to silence. It was an earthquake confined to the small room and Dean wasn't positive, but he thought he could see the sound waves as they pulsed and thumped. He could feel them in his bones, leaving them shattered in their wake. He felt his stomach rise up to his throat at the pang. He couldn't control the way his heart started to pound, like it would explode out of his chest.

The demon was next to his sister, and expressed her sympathies, but Morgan couldn't peel her eyelids up to look at her. Eyes the color of the sky had filled with tears, sticking to her lashes. He knew that if she blinked, they'd fall, and the fallacy she'd created - that this case was just a run-of-the-mill salt and burn - would be destroyed.

Then, when she flinched without warning, he knew she was hearing them. Fatal and hungry. Her voice broke through the tauntingly ominous quiet, and somehow it's worse than the damn clock.

“Hellhounds.”

Another one.

Morgan's voice was familiar to her brothers, but it was deeper than usual. Full of gravel, and it lacked the authority it usually held. It was hollow and horse and full of fear, something Sam and Dean didn't want to hear from their sister again. Sam's face was nearly a replica when he spoke, asking how she could hear it, and where it was coming from.

Then they were running. Doing everything they could to get her away from the dogs that wanted to pull her soul from her body piece by piece, atom by atom, back to Hell with them for eternal damnation. They made it into a small office, Sam, Ruby and Morgan holding the door shut, keeping the hounds out while Dean put a barrier line on the floor and windows so they couldn't get in right away. It was a futile effort, maybe it would buy them a few seconds, but it wasn't fucking enough.

The bourbon slid down his throat, smooth and warm, a burn that matched the sting in his eyes. The tears threatened to fall as he let out a shaky exhale and tried to breathe past the tightening in his throat. No matter what he did, no matter how much he drank, nothing would free him from the memory. He knew it wasn't going away, but he was determined to keep at it until he couldn't remember his sister's name anymore.

Morgan's screams echoed through their ears, pulsing and tearing at them again and again until it hurts their own vocal cords. They stared, not making a sound, just watching their sister get torn apart until she couldn't breathe. Until they couldn't breathe. Dean thought that, maybe in some corner of reality, Sam was saying something but his pleas continue to go ignored. Dean could only sit with his knees to the floor - and not just because Lilith wasn't letting him move.

Her blood was everywhere; the floor, the walls, some on his legs. The clatter of a knife hitting the floor went unnoticed. The youngest Winchester's cries as he held the motionless body didn't exist.

There was nothing except the ringing in Dean's ears.

There was nothing but a body that was getting cold and he couldn't tell if it was Morgan's or his.

Who the hell cares how long ago it was? There were some things time couldn't heal. And even Dean couldn’t deny that the past was harder to deal with when the sun sets.

The bartender gave him an incredulous gaze as he motioned for more, it was a look that told him he was probably close to finishing the bottle. A look he had been getting a lot lately. He wanted to retort rudely but even the alcohol couldn't weaken his exceptional ability to keep his mouth shut.

A brush of red hair suddenly entered his peripheral vision. He turned to see a woman, probably twenty-nine or thirty, definitely not much older or younger than him. She wore a sleeveless red flannel tied up at her ribs, denim shorts with the pockets sticking out at the front that barely left anything to the imagination, a light brown cowboy hat with matching boots and a belt. Practically every other redneck chick ever, Dean thought, but I'm not complaining.

Dean sat a bit confused for a moment when the girl didn't say anything. She just stood there, right next to him, too close - in an under-crowded bar no less - to pretend she didn't have any intentions. He guessed that the blonde was trying to put together a coherent pick-up line before she spoke. When she finally decided to talk, her words were kind of slurred together and very accented, but not too much where the eldest Winchester was worried about taking advantage. If anything, he rationalized, I'm drunker. He practically grew up drinking, given his family, and learned how to handle booze early on.

"What's a guy like you doin' in a place like this?"

"It took you two 'n a half minutes to come up with that? What are you? A guy?"

"Hey," She chuckled. "Gimme a break, been drinkin' a bit."

Dean eyed her up and down a second time, making it blatantly obvious he was checking her out. He hummed and nodded, silently giving the girl his approval. "Clearly."

The woman wasn't really clean, with dirt under her chipped finger nails that suggested she didn't ever wash her hands. There was a sheen of soot all over her exposed skin. Which there was a lot of, but again, he was not complaining. She kind of looked gross if Dean had anything to say about it. But she had a nice enough face and she was his type on paper: skinny with an ass, curly hair.

Plus, it wasn't like he hadn't gone a week without showering before. And come to think of it, that had become way less rare over the past few months.

So who was he to judge?

Sam Winchester used to give his siblings a hard time for how much they drank. But honestly? He got it now. As he had his mouth to Ruby's wrist, guzzling down her blood for the fourth time that night, he wondered why he didn't try it sooner. Well, he knew why. Because the thought of ingesting demon blood was foreign to just about everyone. It made him feel alive, helped him forget. Or it at least distracted him enough to the point where couldn't even begin to think about it. Kept his ass from bouncing off the walls when thinking about his sister or the last time he saw Dean became too much.

He hadn't seen Dean in months, and he almost didn't want to. The two of them were so far removed from each other that by that point, he didn't know how to break the ice. He didn't know if Dean even wanted him to.

He was stuck, picturing Morgan tied up, being tortured, because of him. Because she just had to go and save him. There was nothing he could do about it anymore. There was no getting her out of Hell. He had already tried to make a deal, and he didn't even have to wonder if Dean did too. There was nothing the Winchester brothers wouldn't do for their sister. But the sheer fact that there wasn't anything left for them to try was enough to keep him locked in that fucked up cycle with Ruby.

Hook up with her, drink her blood, kill some demons, increase his skill, repeat.

What else could he do?

Morgan Winchester was dead. She didn't know exactly for how many Earth years, but in Hell time, it'd been six thousand.

The first forty years were doable, being strung up on the rack was doable. The whips, her fingernail's being torn off, the knives slowly cutting away at her. She could handle it. She could even handle the psychological torture, having her hallucinate her siblings and parents, coming in and telling her what they truly thought of her. All things she had already known, and had already believed. But it was when they upped the anti, that she started to crack. It was when demons started doing all of that and more as her family. When they stopped using tools and started using their hands, she had truly begun to break. There was another fifteen years of that.

And when she finally gave up, it had become her job to do it to someone else.

Alastair was a damn good teacher, she had to give it to him. He had been the one to torture her, and he basked in the glory of turning a Winchester into a demon. It took about three thousand more Hell years, but she finally finished the program. Two thousand tortured souls under her belt to her teacher's satisfaction.

Demons started torturing to avoid being tortured themselves. They were the result of going to Hell and having all humanity burned out of their human soul. They were dark, malicious spirits that reveled in pain, chaos and death. Ruby had told Morgan that most demons forgot what it meant to be human. Some even forget that they were humans in the first place. She had learned some demons were true believers, though, in Hell's purpose. To cleanse. And they truly believed themselves morally superior to humans.

But after another thousand years, she started having fun.

She had only wished that by the time she was down there and playing her latest game on the next soul, she could've gotten the chance to torture her father. Get her grimy hands on his skin and tear it off of him cell by cell. Then she heard Sam was down there, too, and she would've been upset, had she not known he was locked up in the cage with Lucifer. She knew she was good at her job, but compared Lucifer and Michael? Even as a demon, her ego hadn't grown that big.

And then she got to pick her own name, and all bets were off.

On Earth, Adriadne had never seen a demon's true form. Now down in the pit, where they roamed freely and carelessly, she didn't flinch at the sight of them. When her soul had started changing, becoming stickier, malleable, and black, she almost second guessed her decision to get off the rack. But at the same time, her memories of her time on Earth were starting to fade. They started twisting into her memories of being tortured - becoming one in the same.

Recently, she had heard a few more things. One; that Dean Winchester, someone she couldn't quite put her finger on, was in purgatory with an angel. Two; that Crowley was not only the king of Hell, but he was granting certain demons passage to Earth for a little joyride upstairs. Three; that he was restoring their old bodies, if in decent enough shape.

Eventually, Adriadne, no longer remembered her real name. Adriadne was who she is, was and what she would always be, for the rest of time. Where there used to be normal human eyes there was only darkness. No pupil, no cornea, no whites of the eyes; everything was just black.

She did remember there were people on Earth that used to love her, and she remembered the physical aspects to being human. Having to eat and sleep and breathe, but not much else. There was something about needing connection with another human that meant something to them, but it was lost on her.

But as she tried to remember the smallest bit about who she used to be, she realized it was pointless. Why would she try to remember when she was powerless? When she had no purpose, no duty?

She figured that maybe a trip upstairs in her original meat suit might be fun. She couldn’t find a reason not to.

Why wouldn’t she take the chance to feel the sun on her skin?

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spnexploration · 1 year

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Brotherly Figures part 3

Summary: (Early seasons) Sam and Dean save a 15 year old, newly orphaned teenager from vampires. Much to their chagrin, she ends up tagging along on hunts, giving them both a fresh chance at acting like a brotherly figure.

Series masterlist

Part 2 <- -> Part 4

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Ava (teen!OC), Bobby Singer

Episode summary: The boys set their ground rules for Ava joining them.

Episode warnings: None

A/N: Bit of canon divergence here. I wanted John to still be alive so I had to set it in season 1, but I also wanted the opportunity of hanging out with Ellen and Jo at some point.

I awoke in a strange bed, opening my eyes to the empty motel room. I panicked briefly that the Winchesters had abandoned me, before noticing their belongings were still strewn around the room. Then I realised I could hear the low timbre of their voices, but couldn't make out the words, in amongst the noises of the road and birds. They must be standing outside talking.

I got out of bed and padded to the motel room door. I opened it a crack and saw the boys standing right outside. They stopped speaking when they saw me.

“If you're going to talk about me, you may as well do it in front of me,” I grumped at them. Dean scowled at me but they both traipsed back in.

“Alright, we have some conditions,” Dean began, “if you're serious about wanting to become a hunter.”

“I am.”

“The first one is that you don't see one speck of action until I say you're ready. You are going to have to train for this, just like we did.” I nodded.

“My condition,” Sam said, “is that you finish high school. You can enrol in distance education and I'll tutor you, but you are not throwing your entire future away.”

“Are you serious?”

“Sam is always serious about school,” Dean interjected, a touch of laughter in his voice.

“What the hell use is high school?” I glared at Sam.

“Well, for one it'll get you into college-”

“How many hunters go to college?!” I interrupted him.

“I did,” he countered, still calm despite my agitation. “And I'm going back to law school at some point. Secondly, hunting isn’t all about swinging knives and shooting salt. A significant portion is understanding lore, doing research, knowing how to critically read what's written. All skills you develop in high school.”

“Did you finish high school?” I asked Dean.

“I didn't drop out at 15,” he countered, arms crossed. “Besides, you want to travel with us you have to convince both of us. This is Sammy's hill and he's choosing to die on it.”

“You’re serious,” I said as I glanced between them, “I have to do high school in order to travel around literally killing monsters with you two?”

“Yes,” Sam said simply.

“Fiiiine,” I sassed. Sam smiled.

“Speaking of travelling around,” Dean started, “Sometimes, we're going to have to leave you behind. Especially in the beginning, but I can't promise you you'll always be able to come in the future, either.”

“So I just have to chill in the motel room?”

“Sometimes, yes. But when I say leave you behind, I mean we're going to drop you with some of our friends.”

“Who are these ‘friends’?” I said, apprehensive.

“Hunters and hunter supporters. We used to get dropped at Bobby's when we were your age too, and Ellen has a daughter a couple of years younger than Sam. We're not going to abandon you, kid.”

“You’re not going to take me if I say no, are you?” I said, much quieter and more hesitant than I had been when challenging Sam about school.

“No.”

I bit my lip.

“You'll be safe with them,” Sam said gently, reaching out to my hand and giving it a squeeze, correctly guessing the reason for my hesitation. “Promise.”

I nodded.

“Ok,” Dean said, “Here's the plan. Sam and I are going to finish this case. You,” he looked me straight in the eyes and pointed his finger at me, “are not going to leave this room. Once we're done, we're going to Bobby's.” I nodded meekly.

“What's our cover story if anyone does see Ava?” Sam asked.

Dean looked me up and down. “How is anyone going to buy two twenty-something year old men with a 15yo girl in their room?” he muttered. “We’re going to be arrested for child trafficking...”

“I could be your sister,” I said hesitantly.

“That could work,” Sam said. “We’ll need to all be up to speed on some details about each other in case we get questioned.” Dean and I nodded.

“It’s probably a good cover story for wherever we go,” Dean said. “If we're in a town being the FBI or whatever, then you can just be my sister. People who know us know that our Mum died when Sammy was a baby, so you'll have to be our half-sister from our Dad. Explains why no one has seen you before, too. But for the love of God, don't tell him you're our sister when we find him next.”

“Ok,” I agreed. “So, what do I need to know?”

We ran through our birth dates, putting them into our phone calendars. Dean was 26, Sam 22 and I had recently turned 15. We came up with a cover story for how I'd gotten in touch with them and started travelling around, and that my mother was dead.

“Alright, we're gonna head out and finish this case,” Dean threw me the remote to the TV, “Don't break anything, don't leave, and don't talk to anyone. Capiche?”

“I get it Dean, you've said it 30 times already.”

“We’ll bring you back some food later,” Sam said.

They left. I channel surfed, wondering what I’d gotten myself into.

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Bobby didn't seem that put out when Sam and Dean rocked up with me in the backseat. “Who's the kid?” he asked as we got out of the car.

“Orphan,” Dean replied, at the same time as Sam said “Ava”.

“Need you to look out for her for us,” Dean continued, “get her started on her training.”

“You two idjits go on a recruiting drive?”

“It was not our idea,” Dean huffed.

“Let's get inside then,” Bobby said, turning to the house, “you can fill me in on the details later.”

Sam took me to a bedroom upstairs. I could hear Dean and Bobby talking about me in the kitchen, but I couldn't make out what they were saying. Sam left me to put my things in the room and went to join the others.

The men were still talking when I came down the stairs, moving quietly so I could hear them.

“I'm jus’ worried you're going to do to her exactly what your Daddy did to you boys,” I heard Bobby say, “and she ain't going to thank you for it.”

“Believe me Bobby, I know,” Dean said.

“We’re going to do it differently, we're going to do it better,” Sam said. “Besides, it's us taking her in or her going out and getting herself killed trying to hunt things alone. You saw her face Dean, she's already in this life whether we help her or not.”

“So long as you're aware, is all I'm sayin’,” Bobby replied.

There was a small lull in the conversation so I made more noise on the stairs and walked in to the kitchen. Sam looked slightly guilty, perhaps thinking about the fact they'd just been talking about me, but the others had better poker faces.

“Welcome to the family, Ava,” Bobby said. “Guess you're going to be living wit’ me for a while.”

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Sam got my enrolment to a distance education provider set up, putting Bobby down as my guardian. He was nothing if not efficient, although I’d been hoping we could delay or even forget about enrolling in school. He found a bunch of grading tests and made me do them, so he could work out what level I was up to in each subject. Then he drew up a whole curriculum and timeline about what I needed to study between now and the end of the school year. He was worse than my teachers.

Dean was at least more fun. He took me out and set up tins on fence posts. He offered me a gun, “You ever shoot anything?” I shook my head.

Dean showed me the basics of the gun he had then got me to have a go. I finally got one of the tins on my 5th or 6th attempt, but I think it was a fluke. “Might be something you need to work on in between all that school work Sammy's devised,” he joked at me.

On my 4th day at Bobby's, Sam and Dean took me to one of Bobby's sheds. “You ever fight anyone?” Dean asked. I shook my head. “Guess Sammy gets to be your first then,” he smirked.

“What?” I asked, incredulous. “You want me to fight Sam? I've seen you two take down vampires with a flick of a wrist, not to mention he's twice my size! I can't fight Sam!”

“Relax kid, I'm not going to set him on you. We're just going to work on some introductory moves.”

“Oh. Ok.”

“But you are going to have to be able to fight him if you ever want to be let loose on monsters,” Dean said more seriously.

“Let's not freak her out just yet,” Sam interjected.

Dean ran us through a few key moves, getting me to block Sam’s attacks and try to escape him grabbing me. I felt clumsy and weak, and was panting and aching by the end of it. I was dispirited, clearly there was so much I just wasn’t cut out for in the life of a hunter.

“Hey,” Sam said to me, noticing my mood. “You're doing great. It's only early days. Dean and I have had a lifetime of this, you haven't even had a week.” I smiled weakly at him.

“It’s uh, it's also not too late to change your mind,” he said hesitantly. “We won't judge you if you want to pull out, we can take you back to your home town and your old school.”

“No!” I snapped.

“Ok, but just remember that the offer’s there.” We walked the rest of the way back to Bobby's kitchen in silence.

Back in the main house kitchen, Bobby approached me. “I found a local teen girls self-defence class,” he said. “Might be a good way to build up some skills, and make some friends your own age.”

“Oh, umm, ok,” I said, surprised he'd been looking. “Thanks.”

“You can't have an old geezer like me as the only person to talk to.”

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The next day the Winchesters left. And so my life shifted again.

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honeybear-yammy · 2 years

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Drunk & Nasty

Warnings: cursing, smut, mentions of drinking, one night stand, unprotected sex, mentions of being tipsy and/or drunk

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Summary: In which Y/N meets Dean at a night club and the night ends with Y/N and Dean hooking up.

Character: Dean Winchester (played by Jensen Ackles)

Show: Supernatural

You were dancing with your friends and drinking on the dance floor when you noticed a man who was eyeing you from the bar. You couldn't help but study him longer. He was really fucking hot. You had told your friends that you were going to go talk to him and they all cheered you on quietly as you walked over to the stranger.

He smirked when he saw you making your way over to him at the bar. Once you got to the bar you took a seat on the bar stool beside him. He didn't bother to hide the fact that he was checking you out, looking you up and down as you sat there on display for him. "Well, I thought you were never going to come over here, pretty thing." He said with a devilish smirk.

You shrugged slightly. "Well what can I say? You're a hot, young stud. How could I not come over here and introduce myself?" You asked as you bit your lip. "Which now that I am on the topic, I'm Y/N Y/L/N. What's your name, pretty boy?" You asked. He smiled and chuckled a little. "Dean. Dean Winchester." He said. "Well, it's nice to meet you, Dean." You said with a smile. "It's nice to meet you too, Y/N. Gorgeous name by the way." He said.

You smiled and reached your hand over to gently caress his hand. He looked down at his hand and then back up at you before taking a sip of his beer. "Y'know, I was planning on leaving the club soon." You said. "Oh, well that's too bad, isn't it." Dean said. "Yeah but, I was just planning on going home... that would be so lonely. Maybe you could y'know... keep me company." You said with a smirk as you looked up at him.

"Fuck, I would love to keep you company, pretty girl." He said with a smirk. "Well, good." You said. "Well, shall we?" You asked with a smirk. "We shall." Dean said as he took your hand and the two of you walked out of the night club together tipsy and horny as fuck.

You both arrived at your apartment and you let him inside. Once the two of you got inside, you knew exactly what you wanted to do with him and you knew that he had the exact same idea as you had. After you put your clutch down on the table, Dean pinned you against the door. You looked up at him innocently and bit your lip.

Dean leaned down and kissed you. The kiss was passionate and heated. The two of you made out against the door for a while before he pulled back and picked you up. You wrapped your legs around his torso and giggled as he carried you into your bedroom. He gently tossed you onto the bed before crawling on top of you. The two of you were making out again on the bed, tangled in each other's arms. You then decided to flip the two of you so you were on top and he was on the bottom.

"Mm.. not today pretty boy. Tonight I am in charge." You said with a smirk. "Well, I don't mind having a gorgeous and sexy woman on top of me all night." Dean said with a smirk. "Well good, because that's exactly what you're going to get." You said. The two of you quickly removed all of your clothing. You got on top of Dean once again and aligned his cock with your core. Once you did so you then began to slowly sink down on his hard cock.

You both let out a soft moan as you slowly took his cock in. Once you bottomed out you began to bounce on his cock. Fuck, he felt amazing inside of you. You had never fucked anyone of this size before but, you're fucking glad that you were now. After you bounced on his cock for a while, you began to grind against him. Dean moaned out as you did so. You moaned out as well at the feeling of him deep inside of you. It felt like he was all the way in your stomach.

You then felt that familiar knot forming in the bottom of your stomach and you knew that you were going to cum any second now. You could feel Dean's cock twitching inside of you so you knew that he was about to cum too. You grinded against him a few more times and then he let out a loud groan as he came, shooting his load deep inside of you. His release was enough to trigger yours. Your eyes rolled and you moaned out as you gushed on his cock.

You took a moment to catch your breath before pulling yourself off of his now softened cock. You laid down beside you and he smiled and held you close. "Y/N.." He mumbled. "Yeah?" You asked. "Would it be bad if I wanted us to be more than a one night stand?" He asked. You smiled and reached up to kiss his cheek. "Of course not, Dean." You said with a smile. He smiled and held you close and after a while the two of you fell asleep tangled in each other's arms.

Author's Note: tysm for reading!

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hahahahahangst · 7 months

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SUPERNATURAL MASTERLIST

(none of my fics include i*cest of any kind)

💖= fluff (platonic) 👨🏻‍👨🏻‍👧🏻= sister fic 🕊️= dark themes (sh, sa, ed, suicide + always read tags peeps) 🔥 = smut 🌈= ship / pairing mentioned (read description) ✔️= complete ❓= requested

Series:

INKTOBER (but it's fanfic) (🌈) (ao3)

would you love me now? (👨🏻‍👨🏻‍👧🏻🕊️)

cw for: ed, sh, sa, s*icide

WORDS POSTED: 83k / 120k

Summary:

Emily was, by all accounts, perfectly normal. One day, her life goes in flames and all she's left with is a letter that says to call a certain John Winchester. So she does.

Description: long sisfic with some canon divergence. If you ever asked yourself what would have happened if Dean and Sam had a sister, this is the fic for you.

Contains: bi dean winchester, musical theather (in large doses)

PLEASE I AM BEGGING YOU TO READ THE TAGS FOR EACH SEASON (cw is different for each and everyone of them)

Season 1: idontwannabeyouanymore

Season 2: All too well (Winchester's version)

Season 3: Or maybe it's the thought of not being so alone

Season 4 (currently being posted): the grudge

Be The Young (👨🏻‍👨🏻‍👧🏻🕊️✔️)

WARNING: this is the 1.0 version of would you love me now on AO3. While i recommend reading that version, I'm going to keep this link here for those who are reading on Tumblr.

MASTERPOST

Oneshots:

not a big deal (👨🏻‍👨🏻‍👧🏻💖) (ao3)

the cake (❓👨🏻‍👨🏻‍👧🏻💖) (tumblr)

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wrenwinchester · 1 month

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Millie gives people knives as a form of affection. Sometimes she’ll spend days choosing the best knife (style, design, etc.) that best fits the person.

She’s also the type of person who you need something done, she’s got a knife for that. Need a letter opened, “oh I’ve got a knife for that.” And it’s like specifically a small knife that’s probably better labeled a letter opener. Need a machete to kill a vampire. “I’ve got 10, pick your favorite…. But there’s a high likelihood I want it back” *death stare of seriousness* Need a blade forged in dragons breath to kill a dragon? “Oh I got this one when I was like 15, from some old lady, cause I thought it was cool.” Need a knife made out of a specific bone to kill some creature or another? “Oh I picked one of those up last week at such in such. Didn’t know it would come in handy so soon.” “We need an obsidian knife for *insert spell to do something*” “oh well, here you go. I’ve had this one since I was like 17.” *cue confused looks from everyone* “how does a seventeen year old get a— you know what. Never mind.”

Just. More shit like that.

Also she has like three of these displays around the bunker by season 9, and very quickly adds to her already large collection of knives.

Wren also keeps a collection of small switch blades and other small knives to give to the kids she meets on hunts. She teaches these kids how to take care of the knives, being specific to the knife she gives the kids (often giving her own knife sharpener to said kid) and gives the kids clear instructions on knife storage and safety.

She spends hours making sure her knives are clean and sharp, always ready to use. It’s nice having something so routine. After she and Dean meet up, and get Sam from college, the three of them quickly fall into the routine of Dean cleaning the guns, Sam doing the research, and Millie cleaning and sharpening the knives. It’s just the way it’s always been, it felt safe, normal. As normal as it gets for a Winchester anyway.

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impala1967dwinchester · 2 years

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Dean Winchester: Self-Confidence

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Curvy!Fem!Reader

Pov: Reader

Warnings: Bullying, body shaming, growing confidence, supportive Winchester, fluff.

Summary: Getting picked on by a bystander of a monster. Dean helps you realize you don't need anyone else's opinion.

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A/n- @firefly-graphics for dividers, This is for @winchestersbitch-dm I hope you enjoy and thank you for the request.

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"Come, Dean, do I have to go with you on this damn interview," I said as we both stood in the motel's small kitchen. "Yeah, I need your back up Y/n. You have to come with me, Sams going to the morgue to check out the body. I can't be going to the old lady's house. I'll get checked out." Dean fusses.

I roll my eyes and give up on fighting with Dean. My body wasn't the best or really anything good. I went through my duffel and grabbed the only clean and folded clothes in the bag. It was the FBI suit I wore when going to interview people.

But recently people have started to judge me. With their eyes and how to speak to me. "Oh sweetie, I can help with your umm. your issue." One lady said to me only a few hunts ago, and a time before that, a stupid jock was staring at me and Dean as we pretended to be together. He came up to Dean and asked him "Dude did you even check her out before you started sucking her face." and then just walked off. It was starting to get to me and this damn FBI suit wasn't helping either.

I looked at myself in the shitty motel's bathroom mirror. I could see every disgraceful stretch mark and every horrible piece of flapping fat that hung in the wrong places. I hated the way I looked, and I hated the way I felt when I looked at my body. I was disgusting and maybe everyone I had met was right.

"You just need to work harder and get healthier." That's what they all said.

I got undressed and wiggled the tights on, and then that pencil black skirt. It squeezed my hips and thighs together, and no matter what I always got a damn rash between my thighs. Next the shirt. That also gave me trouble. It was either always crinkled, or never loose enough. Half the time it was both. I slipped it over my arms and over my head. When the shirt fell it was ugly, and I was ugly in this outfit.

I shook it off as best I could. Bare a good face, a happy good face. "You almost done in their shortcake?" Dean complains. I look at myself before digging through my makeup bag. Just grab your mascara, and walk out. "yeah I'm coming De." I yelled.

I pocketed the makeup and opened the bathroom door. Dean was standing there looking at me. "You look good, now let's go." He said rushing us out of the door. I rolled my eyes once again.

The drive to the interview or questioning was quiet. Dean didn't play his music and every time I'd look over at him he was already looking at me. "Dean you got something to say." I questioned, "Nope... No. I don't have anything to say just wanna get some info so I go hunt this damn monster." He said.

The rev of the engine was cut short when Dean put the car in park. He was quick to get out of the impala and make his way towards the door of the old lady. I sat for a moment before gathering the last bit of courage I had. I opened the door and took a steady first step with the kitten heels.

I walked fast to keep up pace with Dean's long legs. He was buttoning up the last button on his jacket. Before knocking on the door of the older lady. It wasn't long before we stood and waited for her. She came to the door.

"We're from the FBI, we have a few questions," Dean said to the older lady. "My name is Agent Amber, and my partner is Agent Clint," Dean said pointing toward me. Her eyes grazed over me, my body and she shook her head. She went back to look at Dean.

"Come in." She says sweetly to him. I followed behind him, but I can feel the dirty look she was giving me. "Ma'am we just have a few questions regarding what you told the police about the murder you saw across the street," Dean says. "Yeah, I told the police all I knew. My neighbors were just the sweetest people. Always walking, going out for runs." The older lady says her eyes casting over to me.

"Well we have just a few questions," I said, trying maybe to force this along a little further. "Well ask them, I have very important things to do." She answered. Dean looked over at me slyly. I kept my face expressionless.

"Ma'am please just answer the questions," Dean says. "Yes of course. Well, that night I saw some weird glowing, and lots of noises coming from that house." The older lady said looking past the two of us and into the window.

"Have you felt any cold spots, Ma'am?" I asked, still watching her from the window. "Cold spots? What the hell are you even asking?" She answered. I swallowed the disrespect.

Letting Dean asks the next question. "My partner here just wants to know if anything has seemed out of the norm that night," Dean said. "Oh, well your partner should have just said that instead of asking crazy questions. Besides the odd glowing coming from their house over there. "

The older lady turned out to be just a dead end. She was harsh and her words cut deep regardless if she was talking with Dean or me. We left her house with my tail between my legs. I was annoyed, and so many more things that counted all towards my weight and how I looked in the eyes of the people.

The ride back was a quiet one, and Dean had that pondering look on his face. The one that said he was going to figure out what the fuck was going on. When we made it back to the motel Sam was back. The light on in the motel was on, and you could hear the sound of the tv playing from outside the door.

When we walked in Sam was deep in his books, and laptop trying desperately to figure out what was going on in this far-off distance town. "Did you guys find anything useful, 'cause I found shit?" He said. "No, the lady was fucking rude as shit. I think she was just rambling off to Y/n, and I." Dean answered

I plopped down onto one of the beds. My feet hurt from the small heels, and my thighs were burning. Everything felt uncomfortable. Everything felt wrong.

I felt the bed drip, and there were Dean's shoes. We sat together our shoulders touching. "Hey." He said softly,. "Hey Dean." I answered. "You doing okay?" Dean asked. I brought my gaze over to Dean's face, up to those green piercing eyes. "What do you think, Dean?" I asked. Answering a question with another question is a great defense against anybody without the last name of Winchester.

"I'd say you aren't doing okay at all. I'd say you haven't been doing well for a long time Y/n. I'd even beg to differ that you're going through it mentally." Dean said. "You think Dean?" I said, fumbling with my fingers. My hands were sweaty and everything was getting hot. These damn clothes were killing me. Suffocating me.

The silence between us was deafening. So I took the out I had and went to get up. Sam was still enthralled in his books and web searching that he didn't notice his older brother reach and grab for my wrist as I tried desperately to get away from the conversation and Dean's grip on my wrist.

I wiggled my wrist away from Dean's grasp. "Y/n, I know what you're trying to do." He said to me. The expression on my face was unexplainable. A mixture of confusion and being seen. Maybe being seen for the first time in my entire life.

You see I had always had issues with my body, and well everything. I'd never spoken about it, towards anybody. The boys were at the top of that list. They didn't need my trauma and bullshit from my past. We had a job that couldn't be interfered with by what I thought were silly excuses.

"You don't have a clue what I'm doing, Dean," I said back my voice hurt, and feeling small. We stared at each other for a moment. The way Dean was looking at me made me feel like maybe I was just overreacting.

"Y/n, come back and sit down. Talk to me." Dean said sincerely. The clothes were bothering me, but his outreached hand Deans was tempting me even more than the itch of the black pencil skirt.

"Okay, Dean," I said giving in.

"I heard the way that older lady was talking to you earlier today. Is that what's put you into this mood?" Dean asked. I shook my head. 'It's a mixture, Dean. I've always looked like this." I said looking down at my bulging thighs as they pushed the fabric of the skirt more than it could take.

"Look like what?" Dean questioned not seeing where I was going. "Like an ugly fat mess. One who doesn't understand anything. Like that old lady said." I rambled off still looking at my pudgy thighs and stomach that I could feel and see through the shirt.

"Y/n, you honestly think that you're an ugly fat mess?" He questioned me. I shook my head. "God Y/n, you don't even see it, do you? You catch people's eyes because you are just you, you're comfortable in your body out in the real world." Dean said pointing out towards the motel's door.

Iv gave him a confused look. "Y/n, sweetheart. You're a beautiful human being. I won't sit here and say that I understand at all how you feel, but I'm here to tell you that you have to ignore the old ladies that we saw today. She's old and thinks it's her right to be rude to anyone who doesn't fit her thinking. Ignore people like that, Y/n. You're amazing and honestly, I'm sorry that I didn't say something sooner."

Dean said his words sinking into my mind. Was he right?

"Ignore those old fogeys?" I questioned Dean. He laughed but shook his head. "Yeah ignore the old fogeys. Ignore old people in general actually" Dean said correcting himself. I thought to myself as we sat there. It had been an easy conversation, a smooth and rather clear one. One that made sense even in all the confusing feelings that I still felt towards myself. Tomorrow's goal was to ignore the fogeys and love me, myself, and I.

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kitty-cross · 2 years

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I drew this little sketch back in February 22nd, because well its’s 2′sday with Tuesday- tell me there is better time for Gabe to cause a little mischief. Or maybe the mischief is that there is no mischief and it is enough that Sam is on her nerves whole day. :D

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Crowley’s Bisexual Girlfriend

I am Holly Winchester; and I am the younger half-sister of Dean (forty-five) and Sam (forty-one) Winchester. I am thirty-three years old; and, I am currently dating Crowley, the King of Hell. Surprisingly both Dean and Sam were supportive of me dating Crowley.

One night, I went to the bathroom to take a shower. Crowley was in my room. After my shower, I see Crowley looking through my photo box. I see him looking at a picture of my old girlfriend, Ashley, and me hugging. Crowley asks, "What's this?" I sigh and say, "Crowley, I am bisexual. I have dated both guys and girls. Honestly either way doesn't feel different than me. That is a picture of my ex-girlfriend, Ashley. I dated her before I knew I had older half-brothers. We only dated for two months." I see Crowley's bulge in his pants. I say, "Umm. So do you want me to take care of that?" Crowley chuckles and says, "Sure thing, love." After we had sex, Crowley had to go back to hell to take care of a demon related issue.

The next morning, I walk into the kitchen wearing my bathrobe. I see Dean and Sam sitting at the table. Dean asks, "What's up?" I say, "Umm well, Crowley found a picture of my ex-girlfriend and I last night." Dean chokes on his coffee. Sam asks, "Are you bisexual?" I say, "Yes, I am. Sorry I never told you two before. Honestly date more guys than girls. But both feel the same to me."

Dean asks, "What is bisexual?" I sigh and say, "Bisexual is being sexually attracted not exclusively to people of one particular gender; attracted to both men and women." Dean asks, "So it is a real thing?" I say, "Yeah." Dean picks up his cell phone. Sam asks, "What are you doing?" Dean says, "I gotta tell Cas." I say, "Well, I am glad that I got you out of the closet." Dean rolls his eyes. Dean walks out of the room.

Sam asks, "How did Crowley take it?" I say, "Crowley was really turned on by it. Now, I am just scared that he will think that I want a threesome." Sam says, "I doubt that, Holly." I say, "One time I did that with this girl, Lauren, I dated in high school. After that, she broke-up with me and started dating this guy that we did it with." Sam says, "Sorry about that." I say, "No big deal. Just the type of girl Lauren was." Dean walks in and asks, "Who is Lauren?" I say, "Oh, Lauren was my first girlfriend. We dated for about a year. We had a threesome with a guy. Then, she broke-up with me and started dating the guy we had the threesome with." Dean says, "Her loss obviously because you are beautiful." I smile and say, "I doubt that. Lauren had beautiful red hair and brown eyes. She was the gorgeous one." Sam says, "You are beautiful, Holly." I say, "Thank you, Sam." Dean asks, "How many girls have you dated, Holly?" I say, "Two. There was Lauren in high school. I was dating a girl named Ashley when you first met me." Dean asks, "The Ashley that was one of the suspects on the case?" I say, "Yes, Dean." Dean says, "She was so hot." I laugh and say, "You are not her type." Dean asks, "Why not?" I say, "Ashley is lesbian. Seriously, dude, did you not see that she dresses like a guy." Dean shakes his head no. Sam laughs and says, "You are blind, dude. I could tell that Ashley wasn't straight." Dean rolls his eyes.

I ask, "Sam, did you suspect that I wasn't straight?" Sam says, "At first, yeah. I saw that you and Ashley were close. But you have had one-night stands with guys. So, I thought it was just a false alarm. Plus, you dress like a girl, so it is harder to tell." Dean says, "Yeah you don't dress overly feminine or overly masculine." I say, "I don't feel the need to. I dress how I want. I am the same Holly regardless of whom I choose to date."

Crowley pops in and says, "Hello, love." I smile and ask, "How are the demons?" He says, "All good. And, Holly, I love you just the way you are." I smile and say, "Thank you." Crowley kisses my forehead. Dean makes puking noises. Both Sam and I say at the same time, "Grow up, Dean!"

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chmpgneprblem · 5 months

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SNOWFALL OF HEARTS ; CORIOLANUS SNOW

pairing: coriolanus snow x tribute!oc part: one summary: coriolanus is torn between his harsh pursuit of victory and the growing warmth in his heart for erykah, his tribute from district 9 warnings: swearing, ooc coriolanus a/n: really excited for you guys to read this! also this will become a series! word count: 0.8k join taglist!!

Whispers echoed across Heavensbee Hall as Dean Highbottom broke the news to them all. “The Plinth Prize will no longer be determined by who has the best grades.” He paused. “But by who is the best mentor in the Hunger Games.”

As the shock settled in, Coriolanus thought to himself, I’m done. His hopes of winning that prize money were gone.

Students started to make comments as Highbottom continued to talk. “Obviously the best mentor will be the one who’s tribute wins the games.” Festus cut him off with a worried chuckle. “Your role is to turn these children into spectacles, Mr. Creed. Not survivors” Highbottom responded as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “Besides, victory in the games is only one of our considerations.”

As he finished talking, the sound of horns played, signifying that the reaping was starting. “Let the reaping ceremony begin!” Dean Highbottom shouted with a smile as he sat down between Coriolanus and Sejanus.

He started to list off the tributes and the corresponding mentors for them. As he went down the list, Coriolanus prayed to himself that he got somebody good. His thoughts were cut off as he heard his name.

“District 9. Boy, Gaius Breen. Girl, Coriolanus Snow.”

Erykah Thorpe stood at the front of the rows at the yearly reaping. It’s fine, she thought to herself, It’s my last year of this. It was the last year for her, however it was her sister’s first. She’s only in there once.. There’s nothing to worry about.

“Magnolia Thorpe!” The mayor called her sister’s name as he held the small strip of paper in his hand. Throwing it to the ground moments after reading it.

No, no, this isn’t real. She thought to herself but she was snapped back into reality as she saw her sister walking past her.

“No! Take me! Take me instead!” She yelled at the mayor practically begging for him to allow her. “Are you saying you volunteer?” He asks with a confused yet delighted look on his face. “Yes.. I volunteer as tribute.” Her voice cracked as she held back tears, lifting her chin higher and moving a strand of hair out of her face.

He whispered to one of the peacekeepers, she assumed to ask if that was allowed. “Well come on up here!” He exclaimed with a smile, waving his arm forward.

She walked onto the stage, making sure to not look at her sister despite her thrashing in the peacekeeper’s arms. “Erykah please don’t go!” Her sister screamed while getting pulled away. Erykah still didn’t look at her.

“What a cold hearted bitch” Coriolanus heard from behind him as the rest of the students whispered about her. “What the hell is she doing”, “She’s choosing to be in there?” He tried to ignore them as he kept watching her.

“Well what’s your name girl?” The mayor asked her, smiling widely as he talked. “Erykah Thorpe” She said, staring directly into the camera as she spoke. “Well I would bet that was your sister you just volunteered for!” He continued to speak with that annoying, overjoyed smile. She didn’t respond this time, just kept looking into the camera with her jaw clenched.

Despite the situation she was in, Coriolanus couldn’t help but admire her beauty as she looked at the camera. She had long dark brown curly hair, slightly bushy eyebrows that accentuated her hooded eyes which were the same color as her hair, light freckles all across her face and plump pink lips that were slightly pouting at the moment.

Now that he was looking closer at her, he noticed what she was wearing. An off white dress that came down a little past her knees, nothing much different than the rest of the crowd. That was until he noticed the faded rainbow of roses and vines embroidered into the chest of her dress.

Her looks and outfit were much different than the angry expression she had on her face, which was now directed at someone in the front of the crowd.

The camera angle was changed to a wide shot. She and Panlo, the male tribute of district nine, were about to be escorted off the stage. Before they were pulled off, she dipped herself into a deep exaggerated bow and mouthed the words “Fuck you” to that same person in the front row, who Coriolanus could now identify as the mayor’s son.

That was the final straw for the peacekeepers. Who were pulling her out of the bow, as she repeated herself to the boy in a yell. Panlo and another peacekeeper followed shortly behind her as they went back to where the train would soon take them to the Capitol.

Coriolanus didn’t know how to feel about his tribute. He thought about her as they went through the rest of the tributes. Clemensia snapped him out of his thoughts. “You’ve got an interesting one, Coryo.” She whispered to him with a smirk.

#coriolanus snow x fem!reader #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus x reader #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #the hunger games #tom blyth x reader #tom blyth #coriolanus snow #young!coriolanus snow x reader #thg #the hunger games fanfic

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kookslastbutton · 10 months

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Too Late to Dream ༓ jjk (m)┃ch. IV

✑ Summary: You did it. You married your college professor. You even bought a house together. Against all odds, everything had fallen into place. But after two years of marriage, you begin feeling something was missing. You want a baby but your husband can’t say the same.

Pairing: economics professor!jungkook x fem!artist!reader

AU/Genre: angst, smut, fluff, marriage au, age gap, series

Rating: M, 18+

Word Count: 4,174

Warnings: 8-year age gap, professor-student relationship (oc was a Masters student), jungkook snaps, lots of family drama, mommy issues, oc being accommodating, fighting, pent-up issues/desires, jk has daddy issues but trying to be good hubby, jk gives oc more hope!

Now Playing: Make It Right, Tryna Be, Infinity, It Will Rain, Heaven+

A/N: this week's flashback hint–nothing like a little dilf rivalry! Also, this chapter gives more of a reason why jk is adverse to parenthood 😶 My closing notes offer some explanations. Let's go! 💞

<< ch. III ༓ ch. V >> | series masterlist

For the first 22 years of your life, you had zero partners.

Most people labeled you as being jaded, stuck up, or having too high of standards for it. But fuck it. Why couldn’t anyone accept that you weren’t about to settle down with the first interested guy just 'cause of peer pressure?

Of course, you'd likely end up with someone eventually. You have gone out on a couple of dates before. Yet they were never that promising. The men, or excuse you, boys roughly your age did nothing to woo you. They just wanted a late-night fuck at 1 a.m. or a nice, cute girl to take home to their mom.

Not that you gave a hell what others were into or anything, but you had other agendas. Getting married and birthing children before kick-starting your adult life was not in your playbook. Neither was jumping into bed with random guys every week.

So you haven't had much luck in the romance department. Good riddance to it!

What you were waiting for was a gentleman. Someone that was responsible, mature, and experienced. Bonus points if they were into the arts. But it was rare to find a suitor of such quality–who wasn't ridiculously off-limits that is. Obviously, some other strong-willed man or woman sunk their claws in before you got the chance. Drats.

4 years ago

“I can’t believe you,” your best friend giggles. “You’re going to that fancy new art exhibit downtown just to run into Dr. Kim! You’re so shameless __.”

You roll your eyes and stick your plate in the dishwasher. You’re best friend Na-Rae has been one of your closest friends since your second year of undergrad. Now into your third year of friendship, you consider her as close as a sister.

Unlike you, Na-Rae is utterly fascinated with all things STEM-related. She’s currently in med school aiming to become a surgeon, which is one of the many reasons why you and her are currently roommates.

“I’m telling you one more time, I’m not going for him. I actually want to see the paintings which should come as no surprise to you. Dr. Kim just happens to be going too.”

Na-Rae leans against the kitchen island, tongue in cheek. “If that’s what you wanna tell yourself, babe. But how, may I ask, did you know he’d be there? Are you stalking him online now?”

“Of course not. I’m not a creep Na-Rae.” You throw her a dirty look. Honestly, she really thinks you’re some obsessed fangirl. Like yes, Dr. Kim is really hot for an older guy, and the fact that he’s basically the second dean of the art department? He may or may not visit you in your dreams. Especially after studying for Dr. Jeon’s fifteen million econ exams.

Now there’s a guy who definitely knows how to stick it to you.

“Besides,” you continue. “Dr. Kim doesn’t have social media.” You don’t notice how contradictory that statement sounds until your best friend lets out a sinister cackle.

“Looked him up did you?” She hits your arm, wiggling her eyebrows tauntingly. “I knew it! I knew you were stalking him!”

“I–I am not! Stop that!” You ignore her looks, seeing it best to avoid eye contact altogether.

"Iovmererdhimalkingintheallway."

"C'mon, you know I can't understand that. You did what?"

"I over…heardhimalkingintheallway," you repeat, skirting most of the sentence again.

"For the love of might __! Why are you being so–"

"I overheard him talking in the hallway!" Once you blurt the words out you scurry out of the kitchen. "Gotta get my laundry, bye!"

"Uh-__!" Na-Rae races to catch up to you. "Explain to me how that's not being stalkerish!"

You grab your laundry basket and set it next to the dryer. "It wasn't intentional alright? I happened to be passing by at the right moment." You pop the door open, stuffing your clothes in the basket. Na-Rae casually watches you from the doorway.

"Right," she says. "Just happened to overhear Dr. Kim's whereabouts on a Friday night and just happen to be going to the same place. But definitely not planned because the dress you're currently trying to hide from me isn't meant for him to coincidentally see. Oops, my bad."

You release said dress from your hand aggressively. "Dr. Kim is at least a decade older than me and he's a high-level faculty member of the university. I'm not seriously trying to present myself to him in any romantic sense. That would be so inappropriate! And as far as the dress goes, it's the grand opening tonight. Everyone's wearing these kinds of things. So no, you're wrong."

"Very well, if the lady persists," Na-Rae shrugs, checking her phone. "Shoot, I gotta get to work in fifteen but I expect a full report later!" You watch as she hustles to her room.

The exhibit's doors open at 7 pm sharp. The line to the entrance runs about three blocks which is far longer than you were expecting. Most people came in groups or pairs, making you wish Na-Rae didn't have to work tonight.

But you're right about this being a formal affair. Everyone is dressed to kill. Some lean more towards black tie while others choose to show off their highly expressive, avant-garde nature.

You look down at yourself, suddenly feeling quite underdressed. You're wearing a simple black dress that's cinched at the waist. If one were to look close enough they'd see hints of gold throughout but no one would get that close.

The artwork itself is stunning. Varying from abstraction to impressionism, you get a sense of pleasure in taking in others’ inspiration. Many of these works are from locals in the area which is one of the main reasons for the number of interested guests. You wonder if anyone here knows the artists directly.

You make your way to the next set of pieces, studying the first in line. You immediately recognize the particular style as post-impressionism. It's clear the artist has great influence by Van Gogh evident from the similar large yet controlled strokes.

As you continue observing the work you feel a second body, looming close beside you. Naturally, you shift your eyes over to see the source. His hair brushes past his face as he leans closer to the painting.

After about three seconds you quickly dart your eyes away, careful not to stare. The man appears to be equally as focused on the work in front of him, as you were. It'd be a bit embarrassing if he noticed your gaze and snapped at you for it.

The man next to you slowly straightens his bent-over posture. He moves to the other side of you, viewing the next painting on your right. You barely catch the slight glance he gives you in the process, now able to see his full face.

It's not Dr. Kim–it's Dr. Jeon.

This isn't weird, you try convincing yourself. It's perfectly normal for you to see your professor in public. Besides, who knows if he actually recognized you yet. No need to make this awkward if you simply pretend not to notice him.

You think about whether to sneakily slip away or continue to feign ignorance until…

"Are we going to keep side-eyeing each other or can I say hi?" Dr. Jeon lightly smiles at you with playful eyes. His glasses are different today–thinner design. And oh, is that a...lip ring? Is that new or has he always had it? You don't remember seeing it before. "If you keep staring at my lips like that I might get shy."

"Ahha, Dr. Jeon!" You fight the stirring of your nerves. "Hi! Sorry, I didn't mean to stare or anything. I wasn't expecting to see you here."

"Please, __. Outside of class, Jungkook is fine. Though I understand if that's a little out of place for you."

A little?! You've been calling Dr. Jeon, well, Dr. Jeon for the past two weeks. It's unlikely that will change. "If it's alright with you," you start, hands restless. "I'd like to stick with the usual."

Jungkook nods, giving you a brief once-over before replying. "Sure, no problem. I'm hoping you'll warm up to the idea though. Dr. Jeon makes me feel old." He lets out a throaty chuckle. "I'd ask what brings you to this art exhibit but I think I have the answer, given the amount of sketches I see you doing while I'm lecturing."

Oh god. Your professor calling you out for both gawking at his lips and doodling in class under the span of five minutes? You've never wanted to disappear more. The sketches you do aren't meant to look like a distraction and honestly, you didn't mean to gawk at the tiny ring, it was just there!

"Sorry," he continues. "That wasn't intended to be passive-aggressive. I really don't mind as long as they don't hinder your learning. Dr. Kim does the same thing whenever I'm talking to him too. I've summed it up to an itch all you artists have. I've come here in support of him actually." He gestures to the collection of paintings next to you; the post-impressionism ones you were intent on studying earlier.

"Oh wow," you gasp stupidly, following his gesture. You didn't even clue in to read the artist's name.

Stigma by Kim Taehyung.

"I had no idea Dr. Kim had some of his work displayed here. I feel so foolish. I was viewing his pieces for I don't know how long just a few minutes ago."

You were sure Dr. Kim was attending the exhibit for the same reasons as you. But while it was partially right, you obviously missed the biggest point.

"Don't fret," a deep, honey-coated voice comes from nowhere. "Any admirer of my work is a friend of mine." He strolls up to your left, Jungkook still on your right. "I don't believe we've met yet. Dr. Kim Taehyung." He tosses a hand out for you to shake.

Oh no, no no no. You hope to death you won't start sweating. You've never been this close to Kim Taehyung before and he wants you to hold his hand! "Pleasure to meet you Dr. Kim. I'm __," you say, struggling not to burst inside.

Okay, so it's not exactly holding hands but it's close enough. His fingers are so long and elegant. You can't wipe the grin off your face.

You're squeezing it now, stop stop stop. You mentally slap yourself and retract your hand as naturally as you can. Thank fuck no one can read your mind.

"I'm sorry your name is __?" Dr. Kim freezes as if suddenly needing to remember something. When you think he's recalled whatever it is he needs, he flicks his head over to Jungkook with a twinkle in his eye. "__," he repeats aloud.

"Uhm, yes..." You're definitely missing something. You look between the two men, apparently both intent on keeping you in omnious silence. What's so facinating about your name?

Taehyung whips his head back to face you, flashing a blinding grin. "You're the little artist in Jungkook's class aren't you?"

That's what this is about? He looks far too proud of himself for connecting those dots.

"Yeah I take ECON 602 with Dr. Jeon." You make the mistake of looking at Jungkook mid-sentence. For some odd reason, his previous mirthful expression has changed to one of bitter distaste.

"She isn't little," Jungkook intrudes, nearly snapping at the older man. "Little is what you call a child and it's inappropriate for you to call her that."

What the hell....? How is Dr. Kim calling you little bothering your professor more than you?

"My apologies," Taehyung says. "But she's your student, right? The one drawing during your lectures? I think she drew you once. Exquisite may I add. You captured his pissed-off look so well." He gives you a pleased look but you're too sheepish to form a reply.

"Yes, I wasn't having the best day. Can I talk to you a moment Dr. Kim? We'll be right back __, just a second." Jungkook grabs the older's arm, yanking him out of your earshot.

"What the hell are you doing, Taehyung?" Jungkook spits. "You're making my student uncomfortable."

"Aha, so she is the artist. Look I admit that using the term little was a misstep but I think she's alright. I apologized didn't I?"

"Yeah sure, but she's not alright." He makes air quotes. "Since you've also made it seem like anything she does in my class, I spill to you! Don't you see how uneasy that would make someone feel? Especially me being her professor. She could be thinking I tell you weird things too! See what you've done?!"

"But Jungkook," Taehyung drawls, face scrunching. He's not sure what's gotten Jungkook so worked up. "You do in fact regurgitate everything to me. You've been talking about her for the last week just to one-up me that she's an artist. Now I get to have a face to the name. I'm kinda tickled about it but also, what weird things are you referring to?" Taehyung pauses, eyes going as big as a saucer. "Oh my god, bro. Are you–"

Jungkook grunts firmly, shutting the man up at once. "Absolutely not Tae. Whatever you were about to say, it couldn't be a bigger no. All I'm asking is for you to keep the private things private. I don't want you blubbering everything to her."

"Very well," Taehyung hums, stealing a glance at you behind Jungkook's shoulder. From where he stood, he had an easy view of you moving down the line of paintings. You stop in front of each one, curiously examining them the best you can. "However, she's quite intriguing. I can't make any promises that I'll hold myself back."

"You better be talking about her mutual interest in art. She's my student and we have an obligation through the university not to fraternize with any–"

"Yes yes, your student. I don't need a reminder of where my boundaries are, but perhaps you do....bringing up fraternizing and all." Taehyung moves past Jungkook, striding back over to you. "Whatever else can there be besides professional or academic affairs? Of course, we're keeping our witts about us Kookie."

Behind him, Jungkook huffs and follows his lead. Then wipe that stupid smirk off your face, he thinks.

Present

Dinner is rough.

Jungkook's parents showing up unannounced and uninvited throws you both in a very quick, downward spiral. How can two people have so much time on their hands? Retirement, that's how.

You try your hardest to keep the conversation light throughout dinner, but it's obvious the air has grown thick between your husband and his mother.

"Why didn't you come to the reunion last year?" your mother-in-law presses for the second time tonight. She clutches the napkin in her hand, anxious for his response.

Jungkook sits across the table. His posture stiffens at the question. "I'm sorry, I had a lot to do. The reunion is always so close to when I have to go back to the university that I just didn't have the time."

A loud, impatient sigh comes from back across the table. "You didn't have the time or didn't make it? Honesty Jungkook, you expect me to believe that?"

When Jungkook doesn't answer, you and your father-in-law exchange troublesome looks. "Honey," Mr. Jeon speaks up, placing a hand on her shaky one. "You know how full the school year is for Jungkook. Don't blame him. Maybe he can come this year if we reschedule for a more convenient time." He pleads with his son, hopeful eyes.

"Stop helping him." She looks at Mr. Jeon and then back to Jungkook. "I don't think I'm asking for a lot. I just want you there, you and __."

At that, you find yourself gripping your husband's arm from under the table. Jungkook shifts in his seat and stares dead straight into his mother's eyes. "Funny you say that," he seethes. You tug on his arm in desperation to calm him. "Seeing that you keep dropping by at random times throughout the year, I'd say you expect a great deal from us."

Mrs. Jeon immediately snatches her hand from your father-in-law's. "Maybe I wouldn't have to if you'd come to the reunion. Or called, texted, or even emailed at this point. If it weren't for my efforts, I wouldn't hear from you at all."

"Please," Mr. Jeon pleads again, this time to both parties. "We're having dinner. Let's continue this later." He reaches for the bowl in the middle of the table but he's quickly ignored.

"You're right." Jungkook cuts. "Maybe I should come. Because it's one more way you can get what you want, isn't it? All those years of hard work so you can show me off to everyone."

"Don't you talk to me like that," Mrs. Jeon grits. "If I wanted to show you off it'll be when you give me a grandchild! I'm lucky to even have a daughter-in-law by now."

Chair legs scrape against the hardwood floor and your arm snakes out from Jungkook's arm. Your husband stands at the table, Mr. Jeon follows suit. "Okay, okay, let's just–"

"Dad," Jungkook interrupts. "Can you please take Mom home for the night?"

"Are you okay?" you pop the question once your in-laws leave for the night, a queasy feeling in the pit of your stomach. Mrs. Jeon looked completely bewildered, whereas Mr. Jeon looked deeply troubled; conflicted between wife and son. You have a feeling he has a better understanding of what happened than you do right now.

"I wish she hadn't come today," Jungkook plops on the bed. You sit beside him. "I'm sorry about what she said about you....I knew she was here for something."

You won't lie. When Mrs. Jeon mentioned being lucky to finally have a daughter-in-law, it stung. You detest being seen as an achievement. "I'm sure she didn't mean it like that since she said it out of impulse. It was a tense moment," you say. "As far as what she was getting at though, it was for you to go to the reunion."

"No." He shakes his head and then glances at you. "It's not about the reunion. She only wants me to go so she can show everyone how smart and successful her son has become–all her doing of course. It's been like that since high school. And she wants you to go for a similar reason."

"I knew your mom had a bit of a thing for status but I thought that mostly revolved around her profession. Also, when she was talking earlier about you not keeping in touch she seemed more hurt and sad than mad. I think she really just wants you there."

"If she seemed hurt it's because she didn't get her way," Jungkook says, nonchalant.

"Jungkook."

"I'm sorry but it's true" He adjusts his position, angling himself to face you. "Mom's used to calling the shots– at work, at home, even with our neighbors growing up. You've seen how dad is around her. Yeah, he pushes back a little but at the end of the day, he does what's asked of him."

Frightened to ask the next question, you swallow hard. "What aren't you telling me Jungkook?"

He gently takes your hand from your lap, rubbing small circles on the knuckles. "Growing up, she was hardly around or involved in my brother and I's life. Most weeks, she and Dad would be at work, and we'd be with a babysitter or nanny. Dad did what he could to take care of us but Mom? All she would do is prune us to be just like her...smart, successful, and a dash more to make up for all the achievements she couldn't make."

"Jungkook...I don't know what to say," you murmur, trying to take everything in. "But your PhD–"

"My decision but her influence. Though she wasn't pleased when I said I'd be relocating ten hours away."

You remember him telling you this part before. His mother had a hard time coping with his reluctance to stay nearby. Maybe she did want him to follow in her footsteps. "Your brother didn't have as much pressure on him did he?"

"He did, but he still bends to her will. Except for the grandchildren part." Jungkook grimaces, averting eye contact. "I guess we have that in common."

"Hey," you urge him to lift his head. "Please don't feel bad about telling me any of this. If your picture of parents has largely been their absence and desire for self-fulfillment, then I understand your grounds for not wanting children. And as far as tonight with your mom, I'm so sorry. I feel like it's partially my fault for agreeing to host them for two days."

A pair of soft eyes rest on you in the dim room. The sun was near set now and all the light previously shining into the room had come from the window. If this wasn't a serious moment you might take a candid shot of your husband.

"You're the best thing that's happened to me __," Jungkook coos. "Don't ever think your kindness is a fault." He pauses then continues. "I still want both my parents in my life but I need to draw boundaries or I will completely snap and that's not something I want to happen. Especially since we have a possible baby to make one day."

"Hu–huh?" It's the repetition of the last sentence that makes you utterly dumbfounded.

Baby? Baby with Jungkook. One day?

Your husband draws his hand up to barely caress your cheek. "Why does that always seem to stop your heart?"

You catch his wrist mid-movement and throw yourself into him. Your arms link around his neck, chest flat against his. "It doesn't stop my heart," you say, playing with his hair. "It makes it beat faster."

"Wow." Your husband hugs you closer. "So cheesy." He leans back after, pressing a soft kiss to yours.

The two of you continue making out like teenagers again; Jungkook tumbling on his back.

"Kook." You lay on top of him, straddling his sides. "Have you ever thought about seriously talking to your mom about you know, everything you told me?"

Jungkook hums, before answering. "Somewhat but, I'm not sure how that'll go."

"It might be worth it instead of having little pieces slip out when you get into conflict...like tonight for instance."

"I suppose it's not a far-fetched idea. I'll consider it but it might take some more time. For now, I think I'll start by calling her tomorrow. I'm still mad but I don't wanna leave things the way they are now. Plus, I'm sure they don't have plans to go back home early. I'd hate for them to stay in the hotel the rest of these two days."

"Sounds like a plan," you say, snuggling into the crook of his neck.

"Mom." Jungkook holds the phone to his ear. "What are you and Dad doing today?"

"Oh, I–," his mom stutters from the other end. "We're not up to too much. I think your dad wants to swing by some bookstore around town. Uh, what about you?"

"__ at work and I'm home by myself. Are you hungry? I thought maybe we could go out for brunch."

Jungkook hears his mom's tone lift. "Are you sure? I mean that would be lovely but if there are things you need to do then we don't want to...impose."

Mrs. Jeon's sudden willingness to check in is unexpected. Jungkook still senses traces of guilt but at least she's making somewhat of an effort.

"It's my treat," he assures, a little shaky. "I'm sorry about yesterday, mom. Maybe we can talk about it more in person."

"I think that would be good," she agrees simply. "Where and what time do you want to meet up?"

"Drive over here in twenty minutes. We can pile in my car and head over."

Once finally agreed, Jungkook ends the call. He opens his messages and shoots you a text.

Jungkook: Well I did it 😬 [sent at 10:42 a.m]

__: Proud of you ❤️ if anything happens, call me. [sent at 10:44 a.m]

Jungkook: I will. Also, sorry to bring it up but I gotta give Yoongi hyung an answer by tomorrow. Are we babysitting his twins Saturday? [sent at 10:47 a.m]

__: Ahm, it'll likely be the evening, right? [sent at 10:48 a.m]

Jungkook: Probably [sent at 10:49 a.m]

__: I guess, sure. We're going to need to put some stuff away though 😅 And get something fun for them to do! [sent by 10:51 a.m]

Jungkook: Noted but I'm sure they'll bring lots to do. Yoongi hyung is a big sofie for his girls. He buys them everything–literally 🫠 [sent at 10:52 a.m]

__: True. I have to get back to work now but love you xoxo [sent at 10:53 a.m]

A/N: Surprise! jk has mommy issues and they've has been triggered. Was hoping how he talked, thought, & acted towards her in the last chapter gave hints. On the brighter side, jungkook is another step closer to babyville! And next flashback will be something exciting! Lmk if you wanna be tagged or have thoughts in comments or asks! 💞

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constantinerkives · 10 months

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Million Dollar (Wo)Man // teaser, (M)

PAIRING: Hotel Magnate! Yoo Jimin x Fem! Reader WARNINGS: Sugar Mommy AU, college AU, age gap, OC is in her final year of college while YJM is 34, profanity, strangers to paramours, Chopard and Cannes Film Festival Karina, good lord. OC has a slight crush on the dean lmao. OC short-circuits when pretty, older women talk to her, smut, more warnings to come SYNOPSIS: Money in exchange for companionship? Why not! If only she wasn't the dean's half-sister. Yikes.

"Excuse me, miss," Your ears perk upon hearing an unfamiliar deep yet feminine voice. Sultry and alluring. "But have you seen Joohyun?"

Joohyun? Your brows furrow. How can someone say the dean's name so casually?

You turn in the direction of the stranger, and your eyes subtly widen at the sight of the towering beauty behind you. Your eyes take in her appearance. Her long black hair was styled; slid back, allowing you to have a good glimpse at her smooth, fair countenance, familiar doe-shaped eyes framing those sharp, intelligent hazel-colored crevices. You mentally pick your jaw from the floor.

"Joohyun?" Your voice came out as a squeak, and you fought the urge to palm your face. "You mean our dean?"

A playful grin curls on her plump lips, "Yes," Her hazel-colored eyes scour your features, "And my," She purrs, "Aren't you a beauty?" Your cheeks warmed as the woman continued: "I should count myself lucky for asking a pretty girl like you." A subtle shade of pink dust your cheeks as you clear your throat softly, "Thank you," You muse as you shift your weight from one foot to another. "How may I help you?"

"I'm looking for-"

"Karina," Your posture straightens upon hearing her authoritative voice. Irene takes a stand beside you. Her face turns in your direction with slight surprise before she regains her calm countenance and returns her gaze to the said stranger: Karina.

"I see that you've met one of my students," The dean gestures a hand towards the raven-haired beauty. "Y/N, meet my..." She trails off before Karina's lips release a deep chuckle, shivers run down your spine, and your stomach churns at the sound. "Don't be shy now, Hyunnie."

Hyunnie?

Karina holds out her hand for you to shake, "I'm Karina Bae, her half-sister. And you are?"

Half-sister?

That explains the familiar features, and if you have to compare the two of them by age, Karina seems to be ten years younger than the older woman next to you. But still, both women are drop-dead gorgeous. They won the battle of genes.

"Seol Y/N," You reply in a trance as you reach to shake her hand, expecting a handshake, but she surprises you by bringing it up to brush her mouth against your knuckles, a shock traveling up your arm at the contact. Her eyes never leave yours, and you hold your breath, afraid you'll do something embarrassing if you do. Hopefully, your face doesn't show how the action flustered you. You gawk at her as she releases your hand.

"A pleasure, Y/N." Your body glows at the way her tongue smoothly caresses your name. It's embarrassing how quick you are to succumb to the younger Bae. You instinctively look away from her raving eyes as the dean clears her throat.

"Easy, Karina." The dean chides, "She's my student,"

A heart-throbbing smile graces Karina's lips, "Anyways," She raises a paper bag. Was she holding something all this time? How come you didn't notice? "As you can see, sister. I just returned from France," The hazel-eyed beauty hands it to her, "And I bought a present."

You eye the two of them, feeling as though you're intruding on a moment between the siblings. Irene's lips curl upwards and takes the paperbag, "You shouldn't have, Karina. Is that why you came here?"

"Of course," Karina grins, "I can't come back to my alma mater empty-handed now, can I?"

"Thank you, Karina."

The latter merely hums in reply, "I'll get going now. There's no need for me to stay if a party lacks drinks." She grins while Irene rolls her eyes. "It's protocol,"

"Sure," Karina turns to you, "Take care, Miss Seol."

Perhaps she was waiting for you to hold your hand out again, but your brain decided that risking another touch from this gorgeous woman would have undesirable consequences. A wave sufficed for now.

"It was a pleasure meeting you, Karina."

You were wrong. Karina doesn't even have to touch you to get you woozy. Her wolfish smirk was enough to make your knees wobble. She departs, leaving your eyes to follow her lithe physique.

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bellamybellamyblake · 9 months

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When the Sun Sets - Part 2

Our Job

Characters:

morgan winchester (OC), sam winchester, dean winchester, bobby singer, ellen harvelle

Summary:

the fallout of morgan’s decision.

Warnings (for entire story):

Word Count:

4.3k ~ roughly

A/N:

you don’t even know how much i hate this part. there's so much dialogue i wanna cry. i tried to rush through all hell breaks loose as fast as possible so i can post my personal favorite part (the next one - the inbetween.)

dean: 27, morgan: 26, sam: 23

Morgan was silent the entire drive to Bobby's. The boys were talking as usual, but as she sat in the backseat, Dean wasn't letting her rest. If looks could kill, she'd have been six feet under before they got in the car. She knew he would demand a talk with her. And she wasn't clueless to the fact that Bobby would too when he saw Sam up and about.

She couldn't look her brother in the eye, but every time she felt his eyes on her, she'd glance up and away just as fast. She tried to think about how Dean felt when he found out about their father's deal to save him. As if he had to tread lightly on borrowed time or that he shouldn't have even been walking around in the first place. Like it was unfair that he was alive, and John wasn't. She had a feeling she'd be hearing about that.

She knew her brother wasn't stupid, and if anything, Bobby was smarter. Once Bobby found out it wasn't Dean, there was only one other person to turn to.

They'd probably try to make her regret it, but she didn't. She didn't think she ever could. Even if Sam felt guilty about it for the rest of his life, he would at least get to live the rest of his life. However long that might be.

Knocking on the door at Bobby's was tense. Dean wouldn't give her a moment of reprieve, his furious gaze staying put on the side of her head. And her not giving in only pissed him off more. She was preoccupied, to put it lightly, almost more nervous about Bobby's reaction. It didn't take long for him to answer the door, and he looked like his stomach was about to fall out of his ass.

"Hey, Bobby," Dean greeted, the same angry tone in his voice. Sam saying the same right after, but looking at his brother, confused. Morgan knew Sam had noticed their demeanors since he woke up, Dean looked like he was ready to commit murder and she looked like his next victim.

"Sam," Bobby stuttered out, pure shock on his face. "It's good to...see you up and around."

"Yeah, well, thanks for patching me up," Sam said as he patted the older man on the shoulder, walking right in like he belonged there. Which, to be fair, they all did.

Bobby was looking straight at Dean as he followed Sam, like he was the guilty one. "Don't mention it." Morgan followed her brothers, but as Dean looked at Bobby, shook his head, and looked at her, with an expression that told him everything, Bobby's bewilderment grew even larger and more obvious.

"Well, Sam's better. And we can get back into it now. So, what do you know?" She didn't look at him when she said it. She didn't miss Sam's confusion as he looked between the three of them, like he knew something was up but couldn't put his finger on it.

Bobby quickly filled them in, it was as if he was rushing to get all the information out in the open so he could pull Morgan off to talk. She could barely even blink before he was telling Sam to take a look at the map and to try to figure out why one single area of Wyoming was untouched by demons. Then he asked Morgan and Dean to help him bring some boxes out from his truck. The 'needing extra hands' excuse was nonchalant enough to get them alone. Dean nodded, and she could tell he was tempted to drag her out by her ear, but she wasn't about to go that easily. She wasn't about to get torn into that easily.

"I'll stay here," Morgan refused. "Give Sam another pair'a eyes."

"No, need all the hands I can get," Bobby ordered sharply. And at Sam's large eyes questioning why she wasn't going with them, she relented. She knew how this would go. They'd yell, act all mad, but then they'd realize why she did it. They'd realize they were more sad than angry and then they'd deflate.

It was only a few moments of stress before they got far enough out of ear shot when Dean shoved her up against one of the cars.

"You stupid bitch! What did you do, Mo?" He accused, holding her still by the collar. But she could see the terror in his eyes as he pushed her against the car a second time. It always came out in some kind of fury at first with him. This wasn't the first time Dean had shoved her. She knew she could take a few of his punches, and if that's what this came to, she'd be able to handle herself. There were very few living humans that could fight off Dean Winchester, and Sam and Morgan were most of them. "What did you do?!"

She didn't even bother fighting back, though, letting Dean keep his hands on her. She knew if she tried hard enough, she could get him off, but she just kept her eyes on the ground. Too much of a damn coward to look at her brother. She couldn't bare to see more pain in his features, see how beaten down he was becoming. How tired he was.

"You made a deal. For Sam, didn't you?" Bobby asked, questioning her, like she had committed a crime and they were trying to put her in jail. Her silence was enough of an answer that Bobby sighed, shaking his head. "How long they give you?"

"Bobby-"

"How long?!" Dean demanded, gripping the collar of her shirt even tighter until his knuckles turned white, as if she'd try to get away. "You look at me, you coward."

She let out a shaky breath, putting off saying it for as long as she could. It was like pulling out her own teeth, but eventually looked at her brother and rasped out the words.

"One year."

Dean ripped his hands off of her, as if she burned him. In some kind of self torture, she kept her eyes on Dean, and it was like watching him catch Sam all over again. He didn't need to speak for her to know how upset he was, how ruined he felt, like he'd never have another win again. It was like watching Sam fall into his arms over and over and over. She could practically hear his heart shattering in his chest.

She finally turned back to Bobby after sitting in that for a moment, biting that bullet. He, hauntingly, looked exactly like her brother. He breathed. "Damn it, Morgan."

"It's why we gotta find Yellow-Eyes," Morgan declared, keeping her gaze away from her brother on purpose. "I can kill him myself, now. Got nothing else to lose."

With that, Dean shoved her again, the despair quickly wiped from his face, replaced with the white-hot anger from a moment ago. He was seething, but she still couldn't tell if it was because she beat him to the punch or if he was genuinely sad he'd lose her in a year. Probably a mix of both, but she convinced herself it was the former rather than the latter. "I should send you downstairs ahead of schedule."

She kept her face blank as she chuckled humorlessly. "Yeah, have fun with that."

"What is it with you Winchesters, huh?" Bobby asked, the emotion making his voice break. "You, your dad, you're all just itching to throw yourselves down the pit!"

"That's not the point, Bobby!" Morgan roared, getting angry now herself. She pushed Dean off of her with all her strength, which was stronger than she thought it was, given how exhausted she was. He stumbled back and she finally returned the death glares he'd been sending her all day. "At least now, Dad can get what he wanted."

"What does that mean?!" Dean shouted back at her.

"It means," Morgan paused, taking a breath, to stop herself from yelling anymore. "You and Sam? Better at hunting than I am. It means, you'll have one less mouth to feed."

"What?" Dean breathed, like he couldn't even believe the words coming out of his sister's mouth. Like he was shocked she could even say such a thing.

At the utter confusion he was doing nothing to hide, she realized they weren't as similar as she thought. She thought he had seen it. The way they were never able to take a break in whatever motel room they had found, even when John wasn't working a case. That it was always about who could follow orders better, who could get closer to the bullseye, who could disassemble and clean their guns quicker and to a higher standard. She had thought, as they grew up, he noticed it, and that's why Dean started backing off. He stopped getting on her case about doing what dad said, he stopped giving her tips on how to aim. She thought that was why he took back the knife he had given her, because he needed all the help he could get in fighting for John's approval.

Did he forget the fight they had? The only real fight her and Dean ever had? The only one about something more than the way they bugged each other? She had blown up at him, something she very rarely did. But Dean had cut her off, by saying the worst thing he had ever said to her. Something she'd never forget.

"You wanna know why I'm the one that goes on all the hunts with dad? Because I'm actually good at my job. You're just another person I have to take care of. I mean, Dad tells Sam to make sure you don't do anything stupid when we leave. And I'm fucking tired of it. I'm tired of you."

It was one of the few times she didn't regret punching him.

"Why would I let him die, when I could just...take out the defected one?" Morgan sobbed, overcome with tears she couldn't hold back anymore, that fight so prevalent in her mind. It never left her. And all the stress of the last few days, it all came pouring out. And even if she had forgiven Dean for saying it, she never really thought he didn't believe it. And she saw the realization dawn on him. "Something good can out of it. Maybe my life will finally mean something."

"What, and it didn't before? Have you got that low an opinion of yourself? Are you that screwed in the head?!"

She didn't look at Bobby, even after he yelled at her, she kept her eyes on Dean, and she knew he could finally see the toll their father's words had taken on her. The toll his words had taken on her. She was taking herself out of the race for the crown they had both spent their whole lives fighting for, and he didn't have to ask her why. She didn't have to tell him she knew he would've done it too, and he knew there was no way in hell she would've let him. Her and Dean's relationship was strained, but underneath all of it, they loved each other. They would protect each other with everything they had. And she was exhausted. This way the fight was over. He could officially be the one that ended up in John's best graces, but she would be dead, so she didn't have to worry about it anymore.

Morgan finally turned to Bobby, letting him see how drained she was. How little fight she had left in her. "Dean told me to patch him up but I didn't. I froze, and then he died because I couldn't move. I couldn't leave it-I-I had to fix it, Bobby. He's my little brother."

"Mo, it wasn't-"

"How's your little brother gonna feel when he knows you're going to Hell?" Bobby grilled her. Then he turned to Dean, if only to prove his point, not caring that he cut him off. "How'd you feel when you knew your dad went for you?"

"You can't tell him," Morgan begged, not letting Dean answer. "Whatever you do, just don't tell him. Please."

"He'll figure it out," Dean said, his voice hollow after finally getting the truth. "He's not stupid."

"I know. Just, not yet."

When Ellen turned up at Bobby's, and they had tested her with holy water, Morgan gave her a big hug. It was comforting, someone that didn't know what the last two days had meant to the Winchesters was in their presence. It was like she could finally relax. But when they realized what the yellow-eyed demon's plans were, they had to rush to the cemetery in Wyoming - the only time anyone had ever rushed into Wyoming.

They were already there by the time Jake had gotten into the cemetery, hiding behind tall headstones, staying out of sight. Once he had reached the plot he was looking for, Ellen, Bobby, Morgan, Dean and Sam stepped out from behind the graves, guns drawn and loaded. They surrounded him from all sides, trapping him in.

"Howdy, Jake," Sam said as they all inched closer and revealed themselves.

"Wait, you were dead," Jake said, dumbfounded. "I killed you."

"Yeah? Well, next time finish the job."

"I did! I cut clean through your spinal cord, man." Jake explained. And Morgan didn't miss when Sam looked at her and Dean with a question in his eyes. Morgan ignored it, and she was pretty sure Dean did too as they looked back at him. "You can't be alive. You can't be."

"Okay," Bobby said, trying to defuse the tension. But this guy had five guns on him, there was no way to calm this down. "Just take it real easy there, son."

"And if I don't?"

"Wait and see!" Sam threatened.

"What," Jake taunted. "You a tough guy all of a sudden? What are you gonna do? Kill me?"

"It's a thought."

"You had your chance. you couldn't."

"I won't make that mistake twice."

Morgan's hands were shaking. She didn't like this, she always hated this part of the job. The killing, the traps, the risks. Nothing ever went their way and she didn't think it would magically start now.

If her life experiences had taught her anything, it would be to expect the worst. Always.

Jake laughed evilly at Sam's words, like he was a bug under his shoe.

"What are you smiling at, you little bitch?" Dean seethed.

"Hey, sweetheart," Jake said, turning to Morgan. And she wanted to shoot him just for calling her that. "Do me a favor put that gun to your head." Her hand started shaking even more, as she fought the compulsion. But it was too much, she wasn't strong enough to fight it. Jake was forcing her with whatever powers he had. As soon as the gun was pressed against her temple, Jake laughed again, his voice sour and menacing. "See, Sam? That Ava girl was right. Once you give into it, there's all sorts of new Jedi mind tricks you can learn."

"Let her go!" Sam demanded.

"Shoot him," Morgan whispered shakily, like it took all of her strength just to speak. She didn't exactly want to die. They thought of going to Hell early? Well, it wasn't exactly on the to-do list. But she figured if one of them wasn't supposed to survive that night, it should be her.

Being held under the control of someone else was enough to strip her of all the energy Morgan had left. She couldn't get any more words out, her lips were pushed closed by an unseeable force. "You'll be mopping up skull before you get a shot off. Everybody put your guns down. Besides you, babe."

Bobby, Sam, Ellen and Dean all dropped their guns as Jake thanked them, and ran towards the crypt. Before she knew what was happening, she was pressing down on the trigger, but the gun was knocked from her hand and it went off in the air. The shot rang out, and it didn't take long for her to realize Dean had knocked the gun from her hand. Jake put the Colt in the lock, and the door on the crypt started to spin as Morgan heard four more shots ring out. By the time she had looked up, Jake was dying on the floor and Sam was above him, still pointing the gun at him.

"Please, don't," Jake begged, his voice gurgled from the blood going into his lungs. "Please-"

Sam fired out three more shots, killing him instantly.

Morgan had never seen Sam so bloodthirsty. The look on his face was inhuman, one of a monster that was ready to keep killing. But before she could dwell on it she heard the door to the crypt moving, and Bobby yelling at them to take cover.

"It's a devil's gate!" Ellen yelled at the Winchesters, as her and Bobby ran to it to try to close it. "A damn door to Hell!"

Before she could even move, an invisible force had thrown Morgan and Dean away from the gate, her head bashing into a grave stone a little ways away. The pain shot through her like a bullet. She groaned as she landed, dragging herself up to sit against it. When she brought her gaze back up in front of her, she saw Yellow-Eyes coming at her, and Sam running behind him. "Mo!"

She was too dizzy to move as Yellow-Eyes pushed Sam against a tree. "I'll get to you in a minute, champ. I'm proud of you. Knew you had it in ya."

The demon turned to Dean, as he was getting himself ready to stand, but Yellow-Eyes pushed him back, keeping him down. "Sit a spell. Gotta talk to your sis. Don't mind, do you?" He asked, but wasn't holding his breath to find out what Dean would say. "Morgan, Morgan, Morgan. I gotta thank you," He whispered putting his full attention on her, keeping her still with whatever powers he had. "You see, demons can't resurrect people unless a deal is made. I know, red tape - it'll make you nuts. But thanks to you, Sammy's back in rotation. Now I wasn't counting on that, but I'm glad. Liked him better than Jake, anyhow. Tell me, you ever hear the expression, 'if a deal sounds too good to be true, it probably is?'"

"You call that deal, good?" Morgan asked, keeping her face blank, but she couldn't ignore the blood dripping down her face from the gash. Or the way her head was spinning from being, oh, you know, thrown into a damn gravestone.

"Well, it's better than the one your dad got," He said, as if conspiring with her. "And you never wondered why? I'm kind of surprised at you. I mean, you saw what your brother did to Jake, right? Pretty cold, huh? How certain are you that what you brought back is a hundred percent little Sammy?" She wouldn't admit it, but he practically read her mind. Honestly, he probably did. Powerful demons could do that. She let her eyes fall on her younger brother. "After watching your brother come back and watching daddy drop dead, you of all people should know that what's dead, should stay dead. Anyway, thanks a bunch. I knew I kept you alive for some reason. 'Til now anyway. I couldn't'a done without your pathetic, self-loathing, self-destructive desire to sacrifice yourself for your family."

Before she knew it, the Colt was pointed at her, but something stopped Yellow-Eyes from pulling the trigger. Some spirit came up behind him and practically pulled the demon out of his vessel. The spirit was wrestling with it, trying to keep it in his hold, and it suddenly hit her who he was.

It was John.

Her father's spirit.

He got the demon back into the body, but by the time the vessel had stood back up, Dean had the Colt pointed right at his chest and shot him right in the heart, killing him instantly.

At the same time, Ellen and Bobby had gotten the gate closed and John's spirit was made obvious to everyone in the graveyard. He put his arm on Dean's shoulder, in a silent thank you and to tell him he was proud of him. Then he looked at Sam with the same expression on his face.

Then his gaze fell on Morgan, and it changed a little. Like he knew exactly what she did. She imagined he did know, and she almost thought he'd reprimand her for putting herself at risk, even if it meant it kept Sam alive. But then she remembered her father and who he really was, and his face morphed into gratitude. He was thanking her, for keeping his favorite child alive, even if it was at the cost of her own life.

A part of her resented that, but the other part hoped he'd finally be able to rest after this. And in a haze of white flame, he disappeared.

There was a few moments of quiet between the siblings, in awe of what had just happened. "Dad really climbed out of Hell, huh?" Sam asked lightly, breaking the silence.

"The door was open," Dean said. "And if anyone's stubborn enough to do it, it would be him."

"Where do you think he is now?"

"At peace," Morgan whispered, unsure, but her brothers nodded. "Hopefully."

"I don't know what to say, I mean, our whole lives have been leading up to this."

"I do," Dean said, before squatting over the vessel that once held the demon that ruined their lives. "That was for our mom, you son of a bitch."

It didn't take too long to clean up. Sam helped her sanitize the open wound on her face, declaring it wouldn't need stitches, just some careful maintenance for a few days. Bobby took Ellen back to his car while Sam, Dean and Morgan went back to the Impala, as always. The air was somber and eerily quiet after that massive explosion of demons coming out of Hell. She knew that wasn't something they'd ignore, but that was tomorrow's problem. Tonight, they would recuperate.

"You know," Sam said as Morgan opened the back door to the car. "When Jake saw me, it was like he saw a ghost." She slammed the door loudly at his words and walked towards him. She looked at Dean, and he already had his eyes on her. There was anger she knew he wouldn't keep in check for long in them. She needed to get ahead of it. "I mean, you heard him, guys. He said he killed me."

"Well, he was wrong," Morgan denied, trying to leave no room for a dispute.

"I don't think he was, Mo. What happened after I was stabbed?"

"We already told you," She said sharply, hoping he'd take the damn hint.

"Not everything."

"Dean just killed the demon, Sam!" Morgan's voice rose, but she tried to put on a small smile. "Can't we just, I don't know, celebrate for a minute?"

"Did I die?" Sam insisted, switching back and forth between his older siblings. He wasn't dropping it, and Morgan knew that. But she really didn't want to have this conversation. She didn't want Sam to know. She didn't want him to feel the guilt of knowing she would be dying for him in a year's time.

"Sam-"

"Did you, or-or Dean, sell your soul for me? Like dad did?"

"Oh, come on," Dean said, finally entering the conversation. Maybe to help his sister, maybe to let her reap what she sewed. "I didn't."

Oh, fuck off, Dean.

"Mo?" She scoffed, not wanting to admit it. "Morgan, tell me the truth." Shaking her head, she rubbed her hand down her face, almost wincing when she hit the gash on her forehead. She had to look away, keeping her gaze down towards the ground, not able to face her little brother. She knew her silence was her answer and he didn't ask again. She might know both of her brother's tells, but they knew her's too. "How long do you get?"

She chuckled humorlessly, shaking her head, silently telling him she didn't want him to know. The emotion in Sam's voice had her ready to cry, but she pushed it down. And when Dean cleared his throat, telling her she wasn't getting out of it, she finally looked at Sam. Who looked like his heart was being ripped out of his chest. The middle Winchester closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

"A year."

Sam let out a sob, "A year?" She looked back at him, and this time it was him that couldn't handle the sight of her. "You shouldn't have done that. How could you do that?"

"Don't get mad at me. You don't get to do that."

"Oh, we don't?" Dean spat.

"Screw you, Dean, I mean seriously!" Morgan argued, her voice rising as she turned to her older brother. "You were gonna do it, too. Don't pretend you weren't. You're just mad 'cause I got there first. And Sam," She looked back at him and then at the sky. It was black and dreary, something she'd always hated. Night time was when the monsters crawled out of their caves and started fucking shit up. It only made her angrier at her situation. "How was I supposed to just let you die? When I knew there was something that could bring you back, I was supposed to just ignore that?"

"Yes!" Dean yelled back at her. "If it means it's gonna kill you, you ignore it! Absolutely!"

"I had to look out for you." She didn't relent, but her voice had lost the volume it once held. "That's our job."

"And what do think my job is?" Sam asked, his voice raising a little as well. But before he went on, he took a breath, calming himself down. "You've saved my life over and over. I mean, the two of you sacrifice everything for me, don't you think I'd do the same for you? You're my big sister. There's nothing I wouldn't do for you. I don't care what it takes, I'm gonna get you out of this."

No, Sam. You won't.

#supernatural #dean winchester #sam winchester #dean winchester x ofc #sam winchester x oc #dean winchester x reader #sam winchester x reader #dean winchester x sister!reader #sam winchester x sister!reader #dean winchester imagine #sam winchester imagine #castiel #bobby singer #ellen harvelle #spn #team free will

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Brotherly Figures part 4

Series masterlist

Part 3 <- -> Part 5

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Ava (teen!OC), Bobby Singer

Episode summary: Ava gets used to living with Bobby

Episode warnings: None

A/N: I promised an anon ask that I'd get the next part of Brotherly Figures out, so here it finally is!

GIF by frodo-sam

“Did you just get out of Bobby Singer’s car?” a girl asked me incredulously.

“Umm, yes,” I said cautiously.

“How does he even have a licence? Absolute drunkard,” another girl gossiped.

A third girl came over to me, “Just ignore them. They'd find something to complain about if it killed them.” I gratefully followed her into the gym where the self-defence class was about to be held. “I'm Olivia,” she said.

“Ava.”

“Nice to meet you. You new here?”

“Uh, yeah. My brothers are friends with Bobby, I'm staying with him for a bit.”

Before we could talk any further, the Sheriff, Jody Mills, called everyone in to a circle. Bobby had taken me the day before to meet her as she ran the class.

The rest of the class went ok, me avoiding the bitchy girls and hanging with Olivia. She told me their names were Faye and Suzie.

They threw some comments at me when Bobby came to pick me up. My face flushed with embarrassment.

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Bobby seemed to have taken Sam’s instructions about my schooling regrettably seriously. He gave me a bit of leeway, but he was pretty firm about having to finish my homework.

“Were you this much of a hard taskmaster with the boys?” I complained at him.

“God no. Their Dad couldn't care less what their grades were so long as they could shoot and fight. But Sam was diligent anyway, I wouldn'ta had to be remindin’ him.”

“And Dean?”

“Well, Dean just wanted to be a kid,” he said pensively. I wasn’t quite sure what to do with that answer.

I hadn’t noticed when he'd written it up, but part of Sam's curriculum was learning how to kill various monsters too. Unlike my normal school work where Bobby just left me with my laptop, those lessons he taught. Often we were interrupted by his phones ringing, different hunters asking for advice or him having to pretend to be their boss in the FBI.

Sometimes he'd get me researching in his lore books alongside him. I flushed with pride when he praised me for finding the right answer or something that would help someone's case.

The best times were when he took me out to learn how to shoot the various guns. I wasn’t great, but I was getting a tiny bit better. Often he'd reminisce about the many things he'd shot, or the times he'd had with the Winchester boys.

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It was the same pattern of comments about Bobby from the bitchy girls at the next two self-defence classes too. I thought about asking Bobby to drop me off further away, but I figured they'd just say something else next time instead. I tried to not to let it get to me.

I was picking up my things at the end of my fourth class when I heard one of the other girls in the class, Belinda, turn around to her friends, “Check out the hotties in the carpark!”

I ignored her, finishing packing my things. I walked out to the carpark chatting to Olivia, looking for Bobby's car. Finally, I noticed what all of the other girls were drooling over.

I ran to Sam, having spotted him and Dean leaning against the Impala. He gathered me in a hug. Then I turned to Dean and he hugged me too. “Heya, kiddo,” he said affectionately.

Bitchy Faye was looking dumbfounded while Suzie glared daggers at me. That was almost as good as the Winchesters being back.

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“Alright, you ready to show us what you've learnt?” Dean asked with a grin.

“I was born ready,” I said cockily.

He chuckled, “Easy, tiger. Alright, guns first?”

I agreed and followed him outside, Bobby and Sam trailing behind us. Sam set up some cans on the fence for me to fire at.

“Let's see what you've got,” Dean said.

My first shot missed, probably as bad as I'd been in the beginning. I was irritated at myself, I was meant to be showing them I was being better!

“Just relax,” Dean said quietly. “Centre yourself first.”

I took his advice, appreciating that he hadn't chosen to tease me. I took a deep breath and had another go. I missed again, but it was close, skittering right past the can.

The men didn't say anything, giving me time to centre myself again. Focus.

I HIT IT!!

Dean whistled and Sam exclaimed, “Good job, Ava!” I couldn’t hide the massive grin on my face.

Dean got me to try out a few other gun types, to varying degrees of success, but he seemed pretty happy with my progress. I flushed with happiness.

We packed up the guns and cans and started walking to the shed. Sam walked next to me. “Bobby sent me your assessments and the marks from your distance ed teacher,” he said.

I groaned.

He laughed. “No, you're doing a good job, Ava. We might need to talk through some of your chemistry a bit more while I'm here, but your essay on equity for Pacific Island Nations under climate change was great.”

“You seriously find time to read my essays while you're killing monsters?”

“Dean likes to drive. I spend a lot of time in the passenger seat.”

We'd made it to the shed, Dean holding the door open. “How do you stop a ghost?” he asked me.

“Salt or iron will stop them temporarily but you need to salt and burn their bones or whatever object they're tied to.”

“Good, let's see how you're going taking down Sammy.”

Sam and I sparred off. I showed the moves I’d learnt from Sheriff Jody’s classes and what Dean had taught me last time. I still couldn't overpower Sam, but I was a lot better at getting out and buying myself valuable seconds.

Dean offered me his hand to stand up, after Sam had flattened me to the ground. “You've done good work, kiddo,” he said. “Wanna come on a ghost case with us?”

I squealed, “Really?!” I jumped to him, wrapping my arms around him. “Thank you thank you thank you!!”

He laughed and returned the hug. “You are going to have to do what you're told,” he warned.

“I know, I know.” I released Dean and went over to hug Sam. “When do we leave?” I asked excitedly.

“Tomorrow morning,” Dean replied. “I've never seen someone so excited about a salt and burn.”

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Forced To Believe Masterlist

A Dean Ambrose x OC story! The Shield 4th member.

Summary: Taking place during the start of The Shield's debut in 2012, follow Morgan Lopez's career as she becomes a member of The Shield, revamps herself as The Outspoken Diva and makes a name for herself in WWE.

OC Profile of Morgan Lopez

Chapter 1- So, You Wanna Wrestle?

Chapter 2- My WWE Debut

Chapter 3- Fighting Back

Chapter 4- My First Wrestlemania

Chapter 5- Becoming Heel

Chapter 6- Total Divas Season 1 Episode 1

Chapter 7- The Shield's Girl

Chapter 8- Total Divas Season 1 Episode 2

Chapter 9- The Shield Isn't Unstoppable

Chapter 10- Total Divas Season 1 Episode 4

Chapter 11- Justice Continues Being Served

Chapter 12- The Underdog from Philly

Chapter 13- Catching Up Before MITB

Chapter 14- Money In The Bank 2013

Chapter 15- Total Slap!

Chapter 16- Frustration

Chapter 17- Total Divas Season 1 Episode 5

Chapter 18- I Know What I Have To Do

Chapter 19- Do You Know Who I Am!?

Chapter 20- Total Divas Season 1 Episode 6

Chapter 21- Army of One

Chapter 22- Wiping That Smirk Off Your Face

Chapter 23- You Look Like You've Seen A Ghost

Chapter 24- Total Divas Season 1 Episode 7

Chapter 25- Mommy Knows Best

Chapter 26- Revenge Is Sweet

Chapter 27- Total Divas Season 1 Episode 8

Chapter 28- Is That You Being Serious?

Chapter 29- In Due Time

Chapter 30- Trying To Gain Momentum

Chapter 31- The Slammy Awards

Chapter 32- That Was A Miracle

Chapter 33- The Answer Is No

Chapter 34- Tribute To The Troops

Chapter 35- Morgan's Answer

Chapter 36- Move Thief

Chapter 37- Meeting Hot Rod

Chapter 38- Respect

Chapter 39- I Hate Snakes

Chapter 40- If Only You Knew

Chapter 41- Making A Statement

Chapter 42- Yikes

Chapter 43- Sister Abigail

Chapter 44- I Lost Her

Chapter 45- She Belongs To Us Now

Chapter 46- I See What You Want

Chapter 47- Armageddon

Chapter 48- Armageddon Part 2

Chapter 49- That Supernatural Stuff Don't Work

Chapter 50- What Are You Doing!?

Chapter 51- Things Got Personal

Chapter 52- He Kept His Word

Chapter 53- Harley Mode Was Captivating

Chapter 54- Rosa's Mind Games

Chapter 55- Togetherness

Chapter 56- Public Displays of Affection

Chapter 57- The Shield Against The Authority

Chapter 58- Bad News Dinner

Chapter 59- Getting The Upper Hand

Chapter 60- Annihilated

#the shield #wwe #dean ambrose #dean ambrose x oc #Seth rollins #roman reigns #masterlist #forced to believe masterlist #FTB #Forced to believe #the shield 4th member #wwe imagine #wwe fanfic #wwe fanfiction #Jon moxley #jon moxley x oc #dean Ambrose fluff #wwe fluff

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hahahahahangst · 1 year

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S(a)mbody that I used to know (Be The Young 17)

GIANT TW which will be valid for each episode for suicidal thoughts, self-h*rm, violence, cursing, relatives dying, mentions of s*x, s*xual assault

All chapter titles are song titles, some of them translated from Italian songs. We start from the first season and make out way through the series. I will break canon (mostly from the S2 finale) but will try to get back into it for the sake of ✨ lore ✨ .

Summary: Emily's life used to be normal. Until one day, her family died, leaving behind just one letter.

"After reading this whole letter, call John Winchester. [...] He’s your real father."

MASTERLIST

A/N: I am not 100% about this one... But I say “fuck we ball it”. Also no I cannot leave Emily alone for 10 whole seconds. Deal with it hehe

S(a)mbody that I used to know

You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness Like resignation to the end Always the end

They didn’t talk about Emily’s powers much after that. Dean was clearly scared of them, especially about how she opened the door without touching them, and kept denying any usability of them. “I can’t help it.” He said. “They make me shiver.”

Emily and Sam kept going along well, not a cloud crossing their sky, although Sam didn’t take very well Ava’s death. In one of the first cases they worked after Ava, Emily found him drunk in their room, rambling about how he couldn’t save one of the victims and couldn’t save Ava. He also had a couple of observations on her and Dean which were, as Dean had put it, interesting.

“If you just sat down and talked about it, you’d find out you actually like each other! Do it, do it now. I’ll close my eyes so I don’t hear you.” He had said, alcohol clouding any little clarity Sam had ever had. With a giggle, Dean and Emily had helped Sam to bed.

“Don’t even think about it.” She said to Dean, leaving the room.

Then, one day, she was awakened by Dean’s nervous voice calling her name.

“Emily, wake up!” He shook her one last time as she opened her eyes. She saw her back as he frantically filled his bag. “Hey! We have to go, come on.”

“What’s happening?” She sat up and noticed that the other half of the bed she was sleeping in, where Sam was supposed to be, was empty. “Where’s Sam?”

“Exactly. Where is him?”

“I don’t- Wait, did he leave?”

“To hell if I know. He doesn’t tell me anything these days, it’s all about you and how good it is to have a sibling who listens.” Dean was bitter.

“What are you, jealous?”

“Yeah, we don’t have time for you to give me a therapy session. Do you know where he is or not?”

“Of course not!”

“Emily…?”

“I don’t fucking know! Wait, let me call him.” She took her phone from the floor next to the bed and quickly dialed his number, which quickly went to voicemail. She looked at Dean, who had been standing in front of her bed, hands on his waist. Emily jumped out of bed and quickly got ready. As they crossed the street, Dean dialed another number on his phone, the fourth since she had woken up and waited for an answer. After briefly speaking with Ellen, he hung up again, but just as he was about to say something, Emily’s head started to burn. He kept walking, but she stopped and moaned, in pain. She stumbled towards the closest wall.

“Emily! Is everything okay?”

“No- give me a second.”

“What’s-”

“I said give me a second!” She repeated, clutching her head with both hands, extraneous images forming in front of her. As she finally reached the wall and was able to lean on it, the images became clear, the pain not getting any milder.

Sam was sitting on a bed, in a motel, somewhere. He was staring numbly at the wall, covered in blood. She tried to look up to tell Dean, but more details appeared.

Motel, a blue building, Twin Lakes, Wisconsin. Room 109.

When she finally opened her eyes, chest bent on her knees, Dean was towering over her, worried.

“I know where he is.”

“Who, Sam?”

“Yes, Dean-ugh…“

“Okay, easy now, what did you see?”

“Sam, he- he’s in Wisconsin.”

“Wisconsin? What-”

“I don’t know, okay? He’s in a motel in Twin Lakes and…“ She exhaled, hesitating. “I am not sure, but I think he was covered in blood.”

“His blood?”

“I don’t know.” Emily stood back up. “Dean, I have a bad feeling about this.”

“Okay, let’s go.” He started walking towards the car and in less than a minute they were on the road. “Emily, are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’ll be okay. It’s just my head.”

“Are you sure?”

“Just.. drive, would you?” She answered, nervous. Dean’s expression hardened but he, indeed, kept driving and didn't argue with her any longer. Having visions was extremely exhausting: Emily felt her whole body as tired as she would have been if she just spent the whole day running, yet she could not sleep because her head still hurt.

Nervous, she kept shifting in her seat, Dean’s gaze falling on her every time she would.

“Emily, he will be fine.”

“I know. I’m just worried.”

“I know.” With those words, the car started going faster.

They reached their destination and nervously started walking through the narrow hallways, trying to find the room Sam was staying at. They almost passed it, Dean stopping Emily from her jacket as she walked. He knocked. “Sam, it’s me!” Not receiving an answer, Dean intensified his knocking. Emily, disturbed by the noise, moved him away and just tried to open the door. When she opened it, Sam was sitting on the bed, in the same exact position she had seen him earlier.

He turned to Emily and Dean, who had been standing in the door. “Oh, hey.” He said, empty voice.

“Sam, what’s going on?” Emily walked into the room, Dean closely following, and crouched next to Sam, trying to understand if he was hurt. “Are you bleeding?”

“No, no- I don’t think that’s mine.” Emily and Dean exchanged a quick glare, apprehension growing higher.

“Sam, what’s going on?” Asked Dean.

Emily looked at Sam. Something was not right, it felt off. From his behavior, she was expecting to feel fear, maybe a little bit of panic, but all she could feel -and she was sure, it was coming from Sam- was anger. Lots.

Keeping that weird piece of info to herself, she watched Dean leave to get some food. The second the door closed, she stood back up and sat on the bed, next to Sam.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” She asked, stroking his back over his shirt. Sam nodded weakly. “Don’t worry, we’ll figure out what’s going on. Here-” Emily retrieved Sam’s bag from the corner where she had thrown it while entering the room and handed him a shirt. ”...You should probably take a shower and get changed.”

While Sam was in the shower, Dean came back from his supply run. “How’s he doing?”

“I don’t know, I-”

“What do you mean? What about your telepathy thingy?” The sound of the shower getting closed interrupted them. A minute later, Sam came out of the bathroom with clean clothes.

“Did you find out anything?” He asked Dean, drying his hair with a towel.

“You checked in two days ago under the name Richard Sambora.” He explained. “Of course, I think the scariest part about this whole thing is the fact that you're a Bon Jovi fan.”

Sam and Emily scowled at him. “Then how the hell did I get here, Dean? What happened to me?” Said Sam, nervously rubbing his head.

“I don't know. But you're okay, and that's what matters. Everything else we can deal with.”

“Oh really? 'Cause what if I hurt someone? Or worse?”

“Sam, I am sure you did nothing wrong.” Said Emily. “This is not about what dad said.”

“She’s right.” Said Dean. Sam and Emily looked at him, almost surprised. “I know, I didn’t think I would have ever said it, but- She’s right. Let’s not jump the gun, what’s the last thing you remember?”

“Just me and Emily, just, in that motel room in West Texas, going out to grab some burgers, and…“

“West Texas?” Intervened Emily. “It’s been- what, like one week?”

“That’s the last thing. Next thing I knew I was sitting here. Bloody. Felt like I'd been asleep for a month.”

“Okay.” Said Dean, suddenly moving towards the window. “Retrace your steps. The manager said you left yesterday afternoon and he never saw you come back, so…“ He pulled back the curtains, revealing a bloody handprint on the window.

Sam finished drying his hair and they left, trying to retrace Sam’s steps. “How did you guys know where I was anyway?” He asked as they walked back the same corridor Emily and Dean had just walked through.

“I had a vision.” Said Emily, gazing out one of the hallway windows. It had started raining. As they arrived out the door, Sam looked around.

“Recognize anything?”

“Not really- wait.” He stopped, staring at the garages in the back of the motel. “Try to open that one.” He pointed to the second door. Dean started trying to pry it open, but Sam stopped him, pensively taking a key out of his pocket. Emily gave him a worried look, which turned into surprise when he took out a key from his pocket.

After opening the door, Dean revealed an old car, most likely stolen. Sam, nervous, opened the door of the car, but suddenly froze.

“What?” Asked Emily, also approaching the car. Inside, a she saw that the backseat was covered in blood. “Sam, what the hell have you done here?!” She picked up a bloodied knife.

“You think I used this on someone?” Asked Sam. Emily and Dean exchanged another apprehensive look.

“We're not thinking anything.” Said Dean.

“Dude.” Added Emily. “This isn't even the most disturbing part.” She picked up a pack of cigarettes. “Really Sam? Menthols?” She took a disgusted sniff at the pack before throwing it back at the bottom of the vehicle. He grimaced, equally disgusted.

“Here.” Said Dean, picking up something else from the bottom of the car. “Gas receipt. Few towns over.”

After closing the garage door, they went to the Impala and drove to the gas station.

Dean looked inside the store. “You getting any, uh, any goosebumps yet? 'God, this looks familiar', deja vu vibes?”

Sam shook his head. They all left and walked inside the store, but the clerk immediately look at them, angry.

“You. Outta here now, I'm calling the cops.” He pointed towards Emily and Sam, who had entered slightly after Dean. Emily pointed at herself, confused.

“You talking to me?” Her mind started to wander around, trying to guess on which occasion she had entered the store and why the clerk would be so angry at her.

“No, the tall guy! Jerk comes in yesterday, stinking drunk, grabs a forty from the fridge, starts chugging.” Said the clerk, who had the phone already in his hand.

“This guy?” Asked Emily. “What, you drinking malt liquor? Who are you?!”

“Not after he whipped the friggin' bottle at my head.”

“This guy?” Repeated Dean.

“What, am I speaking Urdu?” The clerk started dialing something on the phone.

“Look, I'm really sorry if I did anything-” Tried to say Sam.

“Tell your story walkin', pal.” The clerk interrupted him. “Po-po will be here in five.”

Dean approached him. “Wait, wait, put the phone down.” He said. “Sam, go wait in the car.”

“But Dean-” Emily glanced at Dean and started walking Sam towards the door.

“Let's go, come on.” Sam reluctantly walked back to the car. Emily giggled.

“You find this funny?”

“Just the part where you are basically an unhinged version of me, at least you were when you came here.”

“I don't even remember doing that.”

“I know.” Said Emily, suddenly serious again. “That's the not funny part.”

Dean came out of the store soon after. They started driving again.

“What's going on with you, Sam? Hm? 'Cause smoking, throwing bottles at people, I mean, that sounds more like Emily than you.” Asked Dean.

“That's the same thing I said.” Shrugged Emily.

“Emily, wait- Dean, turn down that road.”

“What?”

“I don't know how I know, I just do.”

Dean turned down the road Sam had just pointed to, which ended up being someone's property. The house had plenty of emergency lighting and security cameras. Whoever lived there was very careful about their surroundings.

They sneaked around the house. The first thing Emily noticed was a broken window. Then, Sam pointed at a disabled alarm.

“Sam, I'm starting to be seriously worried. Why were you here?”

“I- I don't remember.”

“Alright, no panic, okay?” Said Dean, walking in the middle of them and approaching the broken window. “Let's see what's inside.”

Emily soon regretted entering the house. There was a strong scent of blood and it also smelled a little bit of dead body. The vision they came across when they entered the bedroom was even worse.

“Holy shit.” Emily covered her mouth the second she entered and turned back out when she saw the body on the floor. His throat was cut, blood pooling all around him, his eyes still staring, terrified.

“Dean, I did this.” Said Sam. Emily wasn't looking anymore. She was standing in the adjacent look, trying not to vomit for both the scent and the amount of blood she had just witnessed. It wasn't like it was the first time she saw blood. But when it was human it always hit differently. Maybe it was for the good that she never became a surgeon.

As she thought that, she heard Sam and Dean grow more alarmed.

“What else do you need?” Asked Sam. “I mean, how else do you explain the car, the knife, the blood…“

“I don't know, man, why don't you tell me?!” Asked Dean. “Look, even if you did do this I'm sure you had a reason, you know; self-defense, uh, he was, he was a bad son of a bitch, something! By the way, he doesn't have any ID.”

Even then, as Sam looked at the dead body he seemed convinced to have killed, Emily couldn't feel anything coming from Sam. Did he suddenly learn how to control his powers? Or was there something else going on.

“Emily, come here, you might want to see this.” Said Dean's voice. Taking a big breath, Emily came back into the room. “Are you okay?” He asked, looking her up and down.

“Yeah, it's just the stench, it's horrible.”

“I thought you were used to it.”

“Well, turns out I'm not!” She said, bitter, getting closer to the screen. “What did you find?”

“Surveillance tape, yogurt. I think they might tell us what happened here.”

Dean started the tapes, which showed Sam entering the room and violently killing the person who lived inside. Emily didn't say anything, she just crossed her arms and waited for Dean to say something. Before he talked, he looked at her, probably expecting her to have an opinion, as she usually did.

But not that time. Emily didn't want to have an opinion. She had built an image of Sam as the calm brother, the one to speak to when something was wrong, the one who would have listened and the one who wouldn't get drunk so he could drive her and Dean back safely.

Seeing him killing someone suddenly reminded that he was, just like Dean, trained like a soldier. That all the calm he showed was just a choice and if he wanted to kill, he would be able to kill. And he did.

So Emily stood there, staring at an indefinite point in front of her. Dean started talking.

“Alright listen. Whoever this guy is, he's a hunter. Which means that other hunters are going to come looking for his killer, which means we've got to cover our tracks, okay?” Sam nodded. After finding a letter addressed to the dead man, Steve Wandell, Dean resolutely took the computer's hard drive and smashed it onto the floor, making Emily flinch. “Wipe your prints, then we go.” He announced, tossing Sam a rag.

They silently got back in the motel. Emily still had not said a word and Dean had become progressively more nervous throughout the silent journey. “Emily.” He called.

“Uh?” She answered, pensive.

“You haven't said a single word for hours. Should I be worried about you too?”

“What?” She sat straighter in her chair. “No, I'm just thinking.”

“Alright.” Dean glared at her and then closed the motel door. “We get a couple hours sleep and then we put this place in our rearview mirror.” Sam looked at him, silent. Emily raised her eyebrows, not really liking the solution provided by Dean, but nontheless gathered a t-shirt she had left on the floor. “Look, I know this is bad, okay? You gotta snap out of it.” Emily stuffed her shirt in her bag, expecting Sam to answer Dean. When he didn't, Dean called his name again. “Sam, say something!”

“Just get some sleep and leave in the morning?” Repeated Sam, stern. “Murder, Dean. That's what I did.” Emily stopped preparing her bag to look at him, frowning.

“Maybe.” Stuttered Dean, looking for words. “Hey, we don't know, it could have been a shapeshifter!”

“Dean, come on-” Said Emily, aggressively closing the zip on her bag. “We saw the tapes, there was no eye flare.”

“Yeah, but it wasn't him! I mean it might have been you, but it wasn't you.” He pointed at Sam.

“Dean, that doesn't make any sense.” Emily sat down on the bed.

“Emily, what side are you on? Do you really think Sam did it?”

Emily didn't answer. She didn't want to think about Sam being able to commit murder just like that. She wanted to find an excuse, a possibility, but nothing made any sense. Every scenario she made up in her head didn't comply with reality: Sam could have done it. But still, it was weird. Why didn't he remember anything? And why did her powers suddenly stop working with him? The weird, white noise coming from Sam was unusual. Especially in a situation where she was sure, Sam would have been full of emotions. “Emily?” Repeated Dean, looking for an answer.

“I don't know, okay? This whole thing… very weird if you ask me. But- Dean, if you need to find an excuse for what Sam - or Sam’s evil twin - did, at least- at least find a good one, okay?!”

“Listen-”

“Dean, she's right.” Interrupted Sam, frowning. Emily leaned on the separator between the door and the room. “For the last few weeks I've been having... I've been having these feelings.”

It wasn't true. Emily knew that if he did, she would have felt them. It was the first day in a long, long time she was not connected with him. Sam sat down on the bed and Dean quickly followed.

“What feelings?” He asked.

“Rage. Hate. And I can't stop it. It just gets worse. Day by day, it gets worse. I’ve been feeling…“ He raised his hand, pointing at Emily. She recognized that description. She felt the same way, all the time. She had always thought it was because she had lost her mother, her little brother, that it was because John and Dean were absolutely unsustainable people to have around, but what if it was something the demon had done to her? But then, there was the fact that Sam had not been feeling any of that. Or at least not as intensely as he was describing.

Or, maybe he had learnt how to block her out all of a sudden.

”...just like I do.” Concluded Emily. “Well, that doesn’t make me any less worried.”

“You never told me this.” Said Dean, nervous.

“I didn't want to scare you.” As Sam said that, Emily raised her eyebrows and with a big exhale, pushed herself away from the wall and stood in the middle of the two beds.

“Dean, the yellow-eyed demon, you know he has plans for us. And we both know that he's turned other children into killers before, too.”

“Wait- you’re saying that…“ Intervened Emily. “All this time, I’ve been angry because of that? The demon is just trying to turn me into a killer?”

“Yeah, I thought you might agree with me.”

“I’m not agreeing with you- Sam, what’s going on? Why are you blocking me out like that?”

Sam seemed surprised. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You don’t? Because we’ve been basically sharing the same brain for months. What’s up with that now? Where did that go?!”

Sam stood up, looking at her. His expression was intelligible and Emily wasn’t able to understand his intentions until she got hit in her face. Losing her balance, she hit her head on the wall behind her and quickly passed out, not really able to decipher what was happening around her.

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Starstruck - Pedro Pascal x reader/OC

Summary: Y//N plays Eleanor Winchester in Supernatural and is on the red carpet for season 13 where she spots her heartthrob: Pedro Pascal.

SORT OF LINKS TO Terrible at Secrets

Words: 1.3K

Warnings: anxiety (?)

Notes: request by @princessmermaid1289 and photos of dress and hair at the bottom.

Y/N’s POV:

Being part of such a big show like Supernatural is always breathtaking, especially getting to meet all the other big stars and my fans. I never expected to have such an impact or make a family with J2M. Jared and Jensen immediately took me under their wings when I joined in season seven as Sam and Dean’s little sister - Eleanor aka. Nell

Being anxious and an actor is always something interesting but I have such an amazing family backing me and getting rid of any awkward questions aimed my way during conventions. I love conventions and red carpets, being able to meet my own idols of which I have plenty. I find it so much fun talking to them and getting the fans opinions on everything. My fans are my biggest critics and they’re how I improve.

Tonights a red carpet for our season 13 with Alexander Calvert. He’s very cute and bubbly and I love him like a little brother and the fans seem to love him even more. He’s going to be big, I just know it, especially when the fans scream at him wrapping his arms around my waist and hugging me as the cameras flash.

“Heyyy Y/N,” Jensen appears at my other side, elbowing me and leans down enough he can whisper quiet enough the cameras and paparazzi don’t catch it, “Your man crush is over there, go say hi.”

I follow his gaze to see the one and only Pedro Pascal. He guest starred in an episode but sadly I never got to see or meet him as it wasn’t with me. My character was off with Kelly and Castiel while Pedro was with Jensen and Jared and I will admit it broke my heart a little as I have always had a huge crush on the sweetheart. He looks drop dead in that crisp white suit and black bowtie. His hair is so fluffy and I just wanna run my hands through it from here.

“Go!” Alex is agreeing and I’m being pushed in Pedro’s direction so lightly jog over, trying not to trip over my dress. It’s a beautiful thing, not my personal choice but I have to admit it looks beautiful and it makes me feel beautiful when I’m quite a rough and tough person having been around J2M for pretty much eight years. It’s black and flows, making me feel like a character from a fairytale, the sleeves off the shoulder and it sparkles in the flash of the cameras. I think it’s made from a mixture of satin and lace with how light it is despite how heavy and full it looks. It seems my stylist was going for a vintage look as my strawberry blonde hair is pinned back in light curls, it reminds me a longer version of Susan Pevensie’s hair from the last movie where Lucy becomes Susan. I feel beautiful.

“Hi,” I place a trembling hand on Pedro’s shoulder, causing him to turn to see me. His face breaks into that contagious grin as he looks me up and down with no abash. It has me flushing a bright red, especially when he makes room for me, wrapping a large hand around my waist.

“Hi there mama,” Pedro’s voice is like velvet and has me weak at the knees. He’s pulling me flush against the side and begin to pose for the paparazzi again, a huge grin on his face so I compose myself and do the same, putting my arm around his back. He’s a lot taller than I realise so it’s easy for me to rest my head on his shoulder and I think I’m going to go deaf at the sound that erupts from the fans as Pedro glances down at me with a look that makes me balling his jacket in the hand that’s around his back. He lips are suddenly near my ear as he whispers “Easy darlin,” while his thumb rubs soothingly at my hip.

We have move on so Jared and Gen can take our stops and I prepare to go back to Alex as Misha has Vicki and Jensen has Danneel but Pedro grasps my hand in his calloused one. I stumble slightly but he steadies me and my mind races because this is going to be big news and everyone is going to realise I have the biggest crush on Pedro Pascal… who is leading me to the next photo spot.

The cameras continue to blind me and I have to grip Pedro’s hand tighter as I can feel my anxiety bubbling. I usually try to do the red carpets quickly and usually Jensen; Jared and Misha there to ground me. This beautiful man beside seems to understand what’s happening and is sending one last wave at the cameras before he’s leading me towards the Entertainment Weekly interviewer.

“Hello there mommy and daddy,” She greets us and feel myself flush again as this never happens to me. I can’t remember her name as I was meant to only talk to a tiktoker turning interviewer as I’m not as big as my on screen brothers.

“Hey there,” Pedro sends her an amusing smile, keeping a tight grip on my waist.

“Well this is a nice surprise, I’m a little star stuck right now,” The interviewer turns her attention to me, “I have to admit I’m a huge fan of you and your character, Eleanor Winchester for those who don’t know.” She glances back at the camera and I’m subconsciously grabbing Pedro’s free hand, hoping the camera doesn’t pick up on.

“Oh! Well, thank you.” I’m laughing nervously, “I’m also star stuck!”

“You’re the star here,” Pedro nudges me and I can just hear all the fan edits about to be spamming my social media feeds in the morning but I don’t care because I’m currently pressed against the Pedro Pascal and he’s acting like I’m the big star, not him. Somehow I feel like royalty, even when the interviewer gets on with her planned interview with Pedro and I’ve never felt like this. I just alternate between watching the way Pedro throws his head back in a hearty laugh every time the interview flirts with me and the way the cameras are flashing blindingly. I should be panicked and breathless right now but that hand on my hip is flexing every so often and somehow it keeps me grounded and this is probably the first red carpet I’ve been able to breathe.

“Well, here’s the question I think most will be asking in the morning, is there something here?” The interviewer is asking, her question making my head snapping round so fast I’m surprised I don’t get whiplash, watching Pedro to see what he says as I try to slow my breathing.

“I wouldn’t mind having a date with miss Y/N here but we’ll have to see.” He’s sending her wink then pulling me even closer to him and I just look at the camera and fake swoon, laughing lightly in shock.

“I think I’m hallucinating,” I tell her and it causing everyone in earshot to break into laughter as Pedro presses a kiss to my cheek, the light drag of his beard taking the air from my lungs, “Definitely hallucinating.”

“She says yes,” Jared’s towering frame appears behind us both, patting Pedro on the shoulders, “Of course she wants to go on a date with Pedro.”

“A date it is it seems.” Pedro’s grin seems to get wider and I’m not really sure what’s happening right now. I might have a date with the Pedro Pascal and my two older brother figures may have set me up it seems, especially from the way Jared and Jensen high five as they walk away and the way Gen sends me a wink.

Oh my fucking god. I’m going on a date with Pedro Pascal.

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