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holylulusworld · 4 years

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My best friend’s wedding - Part 7 - The decision

Summary: After two years of radio silence your former best friend finally sends you a letter. An invitation to his wedding. The man who never wanted to settle down wants to marry someone who isn’t you.

Will you attend his wedding? Will you bear the pain of losing him forever? Will you find someone new? And even more important can you hide the secret you have?

Pairing: former Dean x Reader, Sam x Reader (platonic), Dean x Lisa (brief), Crowley, Castiel, Jody Mills, Donna Hanscum, Rowena

Warnings: angst, fluff, comforting, tension, mutual pining, two idiots in love, language, arguments, Dean finally pulls his head out of his ass (for now), Lisa bashing

This is partially an AU but the Winchesters and the reader were/are hunters.

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The next hours are a blur to Dean. Torturing his brain to remember whatever Castiel showed him Dean kneels in front of the toilette, not able to wrap his head around anything according to Lisa.

All Dean can think about is the woman he wants to marry doesn’t know anything about his life. Lisa doesn’t care about Sam, his friends or the car Dean used to call his home.

Sitting onto the cold bathroom floor Dean looks around the room, hating the colors, and the smell of Lisa’s perfume. But he became a master in pretending.

“Son of a bitch, Cas…move your feathered ass here and tell me what you did to me! I need…” Feeling another wave of nausea well-up he retches but nothing comes out.

“You should try to talk to the woman you love.” Crowley snickers, standing behind Dean, unseen by the former hunter.

“And would you please finally investigate your pocket, Squirrel. I’m playing with fire here. I got a bunch of hunters, an angel and my mother hot on my heels. Please, get your head out of your ass and call things off with Lisa…”

Snapping his fingers Crowley smirks as the toilet lid hits Dean’s head. “Hurry up, idjit as a good friend of ours used to say…” Disappearing once again the king of hell ends up in your hotel room.

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“Castiel, did you fix the mess you made?” Sam is not amused seeing the angel who blurred out you and Dean have a daughter. “I swear if Y/N and her daughter get hurt…”

“I deleted his memories, just like Lara’s…” Castiel sighs, sitting onto a chair. “I made him this wonderful gift, showed him the wonder Y/N gave birth to and he accused me of using angel dick tricks.”

“No, he didn’t…” Jody balls her hands into fists, glaring at Castiel who silently nods. “Is this all a cosmic joke or are we the crazy people here?”

“I think Dean is in denial. All this time he built his life around a woman he doesn’t love. Now Y/N is back and the card house he built with Lisa slowly crumbles.” Donna explains and everyone looks at her.

“What? I’m not just sexy curves and blonde locks, guys. We all know Dean needs to wake up…soon.”

Huffing Donna grabs a donut, smirking as she remembers the day she met the Winchesters.

“Donna is right, guys. We need to make sure Dean breaks out of the prison he put himself into.” Sam presses the keys to Baby to his heart, closing his eyes for a moment. “We all need to agree to one thing.”

“Spill it, Samuel.” Rowena is beyond pissed as Crowley and Castiel went off alone to use their plans to get Dean and you back together. “I’ll have a wedding to ruin.”

“I don’t want Y/N to get hurt even more. After I got to know everything that happened, I’m not going to put Y/N into a position in which she will have to bear more hurting.” Smirking Rowena pats Sam’s cheek.

“Is the tall hunter in love with Dean’s true love?” Rowena mocks and Sam shakes his head, showing Rowena the keys to the Impala.

“Y/N is my friend, a sister to me, Rowena. She’s the only person loving Dean as much as I do, the only one understanding my brother. Hell, she used all her money to buy Baby.” While Rowena falls silent Jody takes the lead.

“Guys, I have to confess something.” All eyes are on Jody as she laughs, tossing a report onto the table. “I let someone arrest Lisa to make sure she will be out of the game for at least one more day.”

“Jody Mills, I love you…” Donna squeals, hugging her friend tightly. “I knew you will come to the dark side. Do we stage a suicide or an ‘I wanted to pick up the soap’ incident?”

“Donna, I won’t repeat myself. We will not kill Lisa…not yet at least.” Donna smirks, giving Castiel a wink. “That woman for sure can make someone turn into a killer.”

“We all know her too well and wish we could just forget about her. Maybe we should take Fergus offer…” Rowena chuckles as Jody, Castiel and Sam shake their heads. Only Donna nods eagerly.

“Fine, guys. I have to tell you something and after, you’ll understand why I need to make sure Dean will not marry that woman.” Stepping closer Donna clears her throat. “I was the one Y/N called. I was the one holding her the whole night after she left.”

“Donna?” Sam’s surprised you called Donna, not your mother. “She called you?”

“Her mom was at the hospital back then, fighting cancer. Y/N didn’t want to worry her, so she called me, and I encouraged her to drive back and talk things out with Dean…”

“I get it, Donna. Dean and Lisa were back together, and Y/N came back to you…mad…” Jody squeezes Donna’s hand but the blonde shakes her head, laughing bitterly.

“Not mad, or sad…Y/N was devastated, guys. I never saw someone that hurt, and I was sure back then, she will die from a broken heart.”

“Y/N…” Sam’s hands start shaking as Donna keeps on talking.

“A week later, we found out she’s pregnant. I called Dean; Y/N called him. He never answered a single call. After two months Castiel encouraged Y/N to try one last time only for her to end up hearing Lisa’s voice…”

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“Crowley, I’m not in the mood.” Opening another filed you ignore the demon standing next to your seat. “Okay…just tell me what you want.”

“Back then, I should’ve stopped Dean. I saw him drive toward Lisa’s house and wondered why he’s not looking for you. I swear…”

“Don’t get all weak now, Crowley.” Huffing you point toward the seat next to you. “Have a seat, Fergus. We both know you couldn’t do a thing back then.”

“I…Dean is not himself, we both know that. Let me bring him here and you can talk things out. Maybe he’ll see you belong together.” Crowley offers but you look at the papers, shaking your head.

“Honestly, I got no clue if we ever belonged together. All this time ago, I thought we are meant to be but now…” Shrugging you meet the demon’s eyes. “What if Lisa and Dean are meant to be? What if we destroy his luck out of selfishness?”

“Bloody hell, woman! Dean is in love with you. Even I can sense his lovey-dovey emotions for you, and it makes me sick, but I hate that woman more! Straighten your back, show off your boobs and get him back.” Crowley smirks before he disappears, leaving you alone once again.

“Love…huh…”

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Dean’s stomach slowly recovered, still, the nagging feeling something is off won’t wear off.

Frustrated he stuff his hands into the pockets of his jeans only to find a piece of paper. Annoyed he wants to toss it away but your name catches his attention and he infolds the paper.

“Y/N…that’s…” Glancing at the date Dean’s blood freezes. Suddenly he knows what Castiel must’ve shown him. “A child…she has my baby…”

Grabbing his keys and jacket Dean runs out of the apartment he never called home. His mind is racing while his heart doesn’t know how to pump even faster…

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Answering your daughter's call you smile as she tells you about her day, the zoo and that she saw a giraffe today. Your daughter always loved animals, that’s the reason your mother took her to the zoo once again.

“That’s wonderful, Baby Girl. Will you kiss your grandma for me? I bet she misses me too.” Laughing you hear your daughter sequel, not aware Dean stands behind you. “Mommy loves you, Lara Mary. I’ll be back soon and will never leave you alone, okay.”

Your daughter giggles, babbling something about chocolate as you turn around and freeze. Dean is panting heavily, the ultrasound picture in his hands he looks at you with wide eyes. Not able to form words he listens to you saying goodbye to your daughter.

“Mommy loves you, Baby Girl. Sleep well and don’t forget to kiss granny…”

“Y/N…” Dean holds up the ultrasound picture, choking out your name. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Ending the call with your daughter you look away, shrugging. “I tried, Dean. For over two months I called, and called…and called.” Your eyes meet Dean’s sad ones as you take the picture out of his hands.

“I never answered as I was hurt…”

“The last call…” Sniffling you hug yourself. “Lisa answered it. I told her I will not get between the two of you, but I insisted on talking to you. She said you hate me, and that I shall never call you again.”

“She thought you did something wrong as I ended our friendship. She didn’t know about us…” Dean sniffles, voice cracking.

“I…Castiel he was with me back then and encouraged me to tell her about the baby. I told her and she said I shall go to hell with my bastard child. I wanted to end the call but then I heard you…” Now tears run down your face. “I thought she lied…”

“Y/N…please…” Stepping back you press the ultrasound picture to your heart. “I heard you, Dean. Lisa, she put you on the loudspeaker and I heard you…”

“I was mad and hurt. Please don’t believe I meant what I said…”

“You said I’m the last person you want to talk to, then Lisa snickered and hung up the phone. I assume she never told you about the baby, not that this would have changed anything. I was the villain in your story…always was…”

“I made mistakes, you did too. If only you stayed…” Scoffing you step back. “I waited for two weeks, Dean! After all those years of loving you, I finally knew how it felt to lie in your arms only to feel your rejection. I tried to talk to you, Dean. More than once for over two weeks.”

“I’m sorry but I had to be sure and then I drove through town and saw the ring. Suddenly I was sure it’s you, Y/N…” Your eyes are clouded with tears. “I…”

“I saw you in the kitchen, hiding the ring and I thought you chose her, Dean. How could I have stayed? How should I bear the hurting all over again? So, I ran away. But I came back and you were with that woman…”

“She was my last resort. I didn’t want to be alone…” Dean sniffles, taking your hand in his. “I loved you back then, more than my life.”

“Nice to know. Now go back to the woman you chose a week later after discovering your deep love for me.” Your eyes harden once again as you push Dean’s hand away.

“Wait…can I meet her? My daughter…” Shaking your head you point toward the door.

“No, Dean. I will not let that woman get anywhere near my baby girl. I will not allow she hurts my girl only as you chose that bitch!” Panting heavily, you feel Dean’s lips on yours a heartbeat later. “Dean…”

“It was always you, only you, Y/N. Don’t you remember how it felt? Don’t you still feel me at night? ‘Cause I do feel you…”

Closing your eyes, you feel his arms around you and his lips pressed against yours as you remember the night changing your fate…

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ninjakasuga · 4 years

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Sonsal Celebration Year Two, Day 3:

Onto prompt number three for the @boundforfreedomsonsal celebration! This one jumps in time even more than the last one, taking place sometime after the entire Mecha-Sally arc of the pre-reboot era has been handled. A few people told me they really enjoyed my usage of multiple characters beyond Sonic and Sally and I hope this one while only three characters in total are enjoyable to you all as well!

SURPISE!: As she adjusted her clothing, Bernadette Hedgehog smiled at her reflection in the mirror. A good night’s sleep, a fresh shower, clean clothes, and the matron of the Hedgehog household was ready to face the day. Turning from her mirror, she went over to her bed, tidying it up a bit, before a sniff told her, she should just go ahead and change the bedding. It wasn’t rank; it just, smelled very heavily of a certain act she and her husband partook… several times last night. A girlish giggle left Bernie along with a pink tinge to her cheeks as she stripped her bed of the sheets, pillowcases, and the comforter to haul to the laundry room.

Sometimes it was still hard to believe that a mere few months ago, a way to restore her beloved husband Jules to flesh and blood without his old war injuries returning and killing him was discovered. Ironically the development came from the method used to restore Princess Sally to flesh and blood after she had been turned into Mecha Sally. As she put the bedding into the wash, and set it to run, Bernie’s happy thoughts soured a little at that thought. The deep depression her son suffered during that period made her heart ache for her son even now when all was well and over with. Nor had it been fun to see the poor Princess dealing with her own post-deroboticization trauma of all the things she was made to do. It wasn’t uncommon to see Sally spending time at their home with Sonic, or he with her at the palace.

Suffice to say Bernie let a few of the few rules she and Jules insisted upon Sonic when bringing his girlfriend over, well slip into the cracks. More than once when she woke up in the middle of the night for some reason, she’d walk by her son’s (locked) bedroom door and hear the sounds of certain... activities that were requested to not happen under her roof. Neither Bernie nor Jules were prudes, but their home wasn’t a refuge for teenager frolicking of that nature. It was more a desire for discretion than forbidding Sonic and beloved from being intimate, after all out-of-sight, out-of-mind. Jules and she doubted Sonic wanted to stumble them making love.

However, both had, let that rule bent some, so long as it didn’t get out of hand, since at the time, the two deeply, and VERY much needed one another. Since they were never loud enough to be heard from Jules and Bernie’s own bedroom or left any mess to be cleaned up, they let it slide. At least things were better now, Dr. Eggman was still a threat but his operations had been severely hampered losing his precious Death Egg, and a slew of victories the Freedom Fighters had won lately. The false-King Naugus and his agent, turncoat Geoffery St. John had been dealt with. Good riddance to both of them, Naugus could rot in whatever dimension he was stuck in, and St. John could rot in prison forever. Shaking her head, she lightly smacked her cheeks to clear her head; why should she focus on so much dread? She had every reason to be happy as happy could be today!

Walking back down the hallway connecting to the bathroom and bedrooms, Bernie on a whim went to her son’s room and tested the doorknock. Locked; which meant… he had company. Given Jules and she had already gone to bed when her son probably came home from his last mission; of course, he would sneak Sally in. Shaking her head, however, she smiled, rather wickedly rather than seem angry. While she had gladly bent the rules before for her son; at this point, he should be MUCH more open in inviting Sally over. A note outside his door would be nice, even a damn sock on the doorknob as tact-y that sounded would do the job.

Time for a little playful payback. Raising her balled hand, she rapped on the door normally and spoke in as much of a motherly ‘sing-song’ voice as she could manage. “Ooooh Sonic dear! Wakey, wakey sleepyhead!” Putting her ear to the door, she barely held back a giggle as she heard the sounds of ruffling from the bed, including the sound of someone falling out of said bed, onto the floor and cursing. There was a lot of muffled cursing, and she could make out two distinct someones’ scrambling about.

Her son’s badly disguised panic-voice called out to her, trying to sound as sleepy as he could. “B-be right out Mom! I just need to be presentable!”

Bernie rolled her eyes, waiting until she heard the sound of the window starting to open, then with a wide grin, she spoke aloud through the door. “Oh Sonic dear, please do let Sally know she’s invited to stay for breakfast!” Upon hearing two audible gasps and more under-the-breath cursing, she allowed herself a small fist-pump in her victory. “Jules and I already showered, and your Father’s out helping your Uncle, so I’ll be making breakfast just for us, and the shower’s free for both of you to use! Just don’t take too long!” Now she let herself giggle as she could envision the two’s blood-drained faces.

Sometimes, teasing your kids and their significant other was fun. Which is all this was, Bernie had no intent on reaming either of them. She supported them both, but, she wanted her son to remember this was his parents’ home, and well; you had to pay the piper when you kept bending the rules. Making her way to the kitchen, Bernie found her apron and put it on, and started working her magic. Soon the kitchen was filled with the smells of food being cooked; sizzling bacon, pancakes on the griddle, toast, hashbrowns, and simple scrambled eggs. After last night she could use some ‘power food’ and she had a feeling both kids could as well.

As she was finishing up the last of the food, she heard footsteps and looked toward the doorway leading to the main hallway, and smiled ever-so-pleasantly as both Sonic, and Sally appeared, freshly cleaned and showered, and blushing from their necks to their ears.“Good morning you two!”Running a hand through his head-quills, Sonic looked ever the child who had his hand caught in the cookie jar.

“Mornin’ Mom…”

“G-good morning Mrs. Hedgehog…” Sally swallowed hard, twiddling her fingers together in a sheepish manner, mirroring Sonic’s own ‘hand in the cookie jar’ guilt expression. Looking at the Mother of her boyfriend, Sally summoned her courage, and humility as she spoke. “I’m sorry about us we… you know… in your home-.” Waving a hand, Bernie began to transfer the finished food items to the table. “Oh don’t fret about it, dear! You’re practically family now, I don’t mind if you stay over, you’re always welcome!” She waited for a beat as the two looked gobsmacked and then she grinned in a rather evil-manner their way. “You’re both old enough to mind your own affairs, and make love all you wish, but I still would like some notice when you bring Sally over son. Just continue to be discreet about the love-making and all will be hunky-dory, do I make myself clear?”

Both the fastest hedgehog alive, and squirrel-munk Princess nod their heads rapidly. “Yes ma’am!” They utter in unison, sufficiently cowed and humbled, which pleased Bernie.

“Good, my only other request is you don’t make me a Grandmother just yet.” Her plain smile hid the internal glee she had as both of them turned redder than tomatoes. “MOM!” Exclaimed Sonic who looked like he wanted to run out of the house, into the woods, and bury himself under the nearest big rock. Sally was no better, rubbing her face still tinged with pink as she tried to fight back all the thoughts both positive and negative that concept brought up. “M-Mrs. Hedgehog, we’re too young! Oh god, and my parents would have a fit if we weren’t married first...” “Okay, I had my fun, both of you have a seat, oh and Sally dear just Bernie will do.” Giggling, Bernie gestured for them to sit, and once they did, she seated herself. She felt a small amount of pity for them, but she still wished to remain firm in making this little incident a bit of a reminder lesson for the two on her house rules. Within minutes, they were eating and the good breakfast grub seemed to help ease any of the prior embarrassment, plus getting compliments for one’s cooking was certainly welcome at her table. Bernie couldn’t help but occasionally look up from her meal, smiling as the two were being cute without realizing it.

They would occasionally offer the other a bite of the others’ food, or their hands not holding a utensil would slide under the table, probably to handhold. The female hedgehog also would bet money if she glanced under the table, she’d see them locking their legs together. Then when Sonic got overenthusiastic and make a mess eating pancakes and getting syrup on himself; Sally would take her napkin and try and clear his face for him, and despite initial resistance, he would let her. It warmed her heart to no end. As she watched them, her own freehand not scooping food had moved down and rested on her belly which she panted before deciding now was a good time to spill some good news.

Clearing her throat, Bernie smiled at her son and Sally as they both looked her way, gaining their attention. “Well, now that we’ve had most of our meal, I feel I need to tell you both something important.”

“What sort of important thing Mom?” Her son inquired with a raised eyebrow, a slight unease on his features as he undoubtedly worried it might swivel back to the prior topic. Sally seemed to share his unease.

Which made Bernie all the happier to put those concerns at ease. Standing up, she flashed a beaming smile, every ounce of joy she’d been containing all morning flooding from her very being. “I’m pregnant!!”

Dropping his fork, Sonic’s jaw dropped and Sally slapped a hand over her mouth as the shock hit them both first. Shock slowly gave way to a brief period of processing. Sonic still seemed to be in the middle of processing as Sally’s shock fully gave way to giddy, joy. “Oh my gosh Mrs. Hedgehog that’s amazing!” Sally got up from her seat, rounding the table to give the woman a big hug.

Returning it happily, Bernie squeezed the young woman who was practically her daughter-in-law. “Just Bernie dear remember? No need for formality at this stage!” She laughed and rocked a bit with Sally as the two women basked in the joyous moment.

Once he finally processed what he had been told, Sonic got up from his seat, and like Sally, walked around the table toward his mother, still seeming to be mildly shocked. “You’re pregnant Mom? Really?” Giggling, Bernie released Sally and held her son. “Oh very much so! Don’t forget son I’m biologically still in my twenties instead of my forties. So my oven is still very able and primed for life!” She added a little eyebrow waggle, which made Sally giggle and Sonic make a mildly disgusted face.

“Um, okay, a bit too much information Mom.”

“Son, your parents still have sex, deal with it. It was going to be a thing once your father was flesh and blood again.” She playfully stated while patting his cheek. To which he turned his head and covered his mouth. “I really didn’t need to hear that…”

Sighing but sympathizing, Sally walked over and rubbed his right shoulder. “Well, I guess considering she’s overheard us, it’s karma.” She rationalized, knowing she’d feel the same in his shoes if it was her parents.

Pitying her son, Bernie cupped his face and planted a kiss to his forehead. “Sorry sweetie, I’ll knock it off. In all seriousness, I’m so…. Happy.” She wiped her eyes, as they misted over some. “I only just wish we could have given you your siblings when you were a child.”

That tidbit caught Sonic’s ear, “Siblings? As in, multiple?”

Smiling widely still, Bernie nodded with the same giddy energy as she replied. “Doctor Quack confirmed it, I’m having twins. Genders are unknown if it’s twins same-sex or boy and girl twins, but that’s half the fun in waiting to find out.”

“....I’m going to be a big brother.” Sonic finally murmured as he slowly sat back down in a chair, a smile slowly crawling onto his face. Looking up at his Mother he then asked. “Does Dad know?” “Oh yes I told him right away, we were going to tell you both this morning but your Uncle called, needing a hand so he went out after a shower.” Steepling her fingers together, Bernie bounced a little on her feet.

Sally knelt by Sonic to hug him, kissing him once on the lips. “Welcome to the sibling club, admission is free.” Petting his head quills Sally couldn’t help but smile more as she looked upon Sonic’s still happy expression; feeling joy for him and his family.

Flashing a cocky smile, Sonic slid his arm around her waist, keeping her close. “I technically am a member since Tails has always been my li’bro. I just now got a new li’ bro or li’ sis or doubles of each incoming.”

“Well, Tails is welcome to be a big brother to the new brood as well, family is family after all.” Commented Bernie as she laid a hand on her son’s shoulder and another on Sally’s. A sense of contentment filling her and seemingly the room.

Of course, with the state of the world, bringing new lives into a war-torn world was certainly an iffy prospect. However, Bernie wanted the new lives growing in her, to expand her family. She believed in her son, Sally, and their friends. Somehow, someway, they’d win this. Hopefully, her unborn children could enjoy a world without Eggman looming over the horizon.

All she could do was hope, and perhaps; her want of a world where all her children could walk, run and just live free would be a reality someday.

Author Notes: Welcome to my fanon method of making Sonia and Manik canon to Archie-Sonic!

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How much time are you spending thinking about Bodyguard? A lot, I bet. The new BBC thriller, about the relationship between an ambitious and unknowable home secretary and her PTSD-addled protection officer, was written by Jed Mercurio of Line of Duty fame, and was cynically and artfully designed to hook, obsess and fixate an audience into appointment viewing.

Bodyguard is made to steal us away from all newly acquired suit-yourself, binge-watch and content-stream habits, with charismatic heroes who might actually be despicable antiheroes and a succession of frenzied plot twists that simply must be consumed on the night lest someone catch you out with a spoiler on social media. Even if that doesn’t happen, even if your viewing isn’t partly ruined by a stray Facebook comment, watch an episode even a little late and find yourself locked out of all the best conversations, the most detailed post mortems, most frenetic speculations. Bodyguard is, in essence, a middle-aged Love Island, a reason to gather excitedly round the screen at the prescribed hour in a way that hasn’t really happened since the late Nineties.

Bloody hell, it’s good, I tell its star Richard Madden. The 32-year-old Glaswegian actor made his name as Robb Stark in Game of Thrones and consolidated it as Prince Charming in 2015’s Kenneth Branagh-directed Cinderella. Now, after playing Mellors in Mercurio’s 2015 Lady Chatterley’s Lover for the BBC, he trembles on the verge of Poldarking himself into borderline indecent, heavily fetishised glory as Bodyguard’s David Budd, the protection officer at the heart of the story.

“Oh, right,” he says. His accent is broad, non-posh Scottish; unexpected to those who remember it as generically Yorkshire in Game of Thrones. His eyes are intense. He’s arch and funny; he’d probably qualify as dangerously charming if there weren’t also something watchful and cautious about him. “Thanks very much! I enjoyed playing something a bit more adult, less boyish. I’m keen to play more grown-up roles, without actually growing up myself. Pretending to be adult. I’m done playing princes. Princes and royalty and lords. Also, it’s nice not to do an accent.” David Budd is – conveniently – Scottish. “One less thing to think about. Shall we get a drink? It is a Tuesday night, after all.”

It’s a Monday, I point out, but all the same we order a beer and wine from the front desk of the photographic studio in which we sit.

This is not the first time Madden and I have met. Three years ago, he bowled up to me at a friend’s party and demanded to know why I hadn’t featured him in Grazia magazine’s Chart of Lust recently. A placing in the list (which I compile weekly, and does exactly as its title suggests – rates the most fanciable people of that moment’s news), is deeply coveted among those who present themselves as above that kind of vanity, but definitely aren’t. Newscasters, Hollywood A-listers, national treasures, disruptive artists (Grayson Perry once told me he’d pinned his mention up on the wall in his studio), award-winning novelists … I’ve been lobbied by spads chasing mentions for their political charges on more than one occasion. But this was the first time a candidate had ever approached me in the flesh. I was both impressed and amused by his front.

“It does my frail ego good,” he’d elaborated, which, I’d thought, demonstrated a surprising amount of self-awareness in a young actor.

I remind him of our first meeting.

“Oh, God. Great start,” he says. Then, “I’m just trying to work my way up [the chart].”

Well, let’s see how this goes, shall we.

One of the reasons I think Bodyguard resonates so hard with its viewers is that it’s dealing with themes of safety – and so are we all. Terrorist attacks, suicide bombers and rooftop snipers recur from episode to episode; our current nightmares, and most catastrophising daytime fantasies, the ones that flicker through our minds every time we board a plane, go to a concert venue or swipe into a subway system, are played out in high definition on our small screens. Madden’s David Budd thwarts and buffers and foresees and repels; a hero with a fantastically of-the-moment brief. If Poldark is our ultimate historical TV pin-up – manly, tortured, good with his shirt off – then Budd is our ultimate Threat Level: Severe pin-up – manly, tortured, good in a bulletproof vest (“An actual bulletproof vest,” he’ll tell me, “which is so comfortable, for five months”).

I run this theory past Madden. How nervy is he in London right now?

“I don’t feel unsafe. I used to be more panicky, but I’m just less uptight. A few years ago, I’d get off at Tube stations because I’d have a sense of something.”

How much of David Budd’s wariness did Madden inherit through the course of filming?

“You get to a point where you clock everything. That’s what I’m doing for 12 hours a day, so …”

Walk into a room, scope it out for the nearest exit?

“I did that anyway. My dad’s a fireman, so that’s built in. Check into a hotel, first thing I do, find the fire exit.”

Richard Madden was born just outside of Glasgow, an only boy among older and younger sisters. His mother, Pat, is a classroom assistant. There were no other performers in his close family – no pub-singer uncles, no sisters at dance school.

You’re, like, a rogue luvvie.

“Yup!” he says.

How does that happen?

“I don’t know. I was fat. And shy. Crushingly shy, going to what was a fairly tough high school. Aggressive. Masculine. So I thought the best thing to do would be to go and be an actor. Ha ha! Not go and play football. Or get good at boxing. I’ll go and be an actor. They’ll love that.”

Aged 11, Madden joined Paisley Art Centre’s youth theatre programme. “And of course, they did not love that. But then I managed to dodge a couple of years of school, because …”

Because he was good enough to be cast, as a young teenager, in professional roles: in the film adaptation of Iain Banks’ Complicity, and in a kids’ TV show called Barmy Aunt Boomerang.

“So I was like, ‘I’m going to be acting, and not go to school.’ And get paid.”

Did you realise you were good? “I don’t think you ever feel good at it.”

He gave up acting in his mid-teens – “Life got a bit shit, when you’re on telly, among your peers, and you’re 14 years old”. He returned to it when he was 17, “because you have a bunch of teachers going, ‘Right, now you must decide what to do with the rest of your life,’ and 17 is of course the best time to choose.”

In 2004, he began studying at the Royal Scottish Academy of Music and Drama. “I wasn’t allowed to apply for drama school unless I applied for a ‘real’ course as well, which was computing science. I didn’t even know what it was. Had no interest. And then, luckily, the day before my first exams, I received a letter saying you’ve got into drama school, so I went to my exams and just wrote my name.”

At 22, barely out of the RSAMD, he was cast as Robb Stark in HBO’s epic, fantastically successful Game of Thrones. Stark is the noble, brave, integrity-hampered son of Sean Bean’s Ned Stark; a character with a genuine and credible claim on the kingdom’s iron throne, all of which condemned him to a phenomenally gruesome death in an episode entitled The Rains of Castamere, only fans of the show (among whom I count myself, unashamedly) call it “The Red Wedding”, on account of the blood-drenched ceremony during which Madden, his pregnant wife and his mother all die.

Madden says he thinks that early, formative brush with a TV career was both “a head-f***” and, “I was so thankful for it, because, going into the world of Game of Thrones, I’d already learnt so much from doing it as a kid, of feeling isolated, or getting arrogant because you’re on a TV show. I’d kind of done all that. I could deal with it a lot better.”

A lot better than whom, among your co-stars?

He cackles. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

Yes! Can I guess? “No.”

Madden went into Game of Thrones knowing he would die within three series – the books on which the shows are based spelled out Robb Stark’s demise long before Madden was cast – which he thinks is a good thing, professionally speaking. “I didn’t just want to be known as that guy from Game of Thrones.” It also meant that his celebrity has, until this point at least, been tinged with pity, partly for the grotesque manner of his fictional death, partly because he was booted out of that juggernaut of a TV sensation early.

That might be about to change with Bodyguard. I am reasonably confident Madden’s fame is about to be tinged with something rather more lecherous. David Budd is in no sense a straightforward romantic hero – physically and emotionally scarred, with an undivorced wife and kids squirrelled away in a safe house – but heavens, he does brooding intensity well. His love affair with Keeley Hawes’ home secretary, Julia Montague, is as intensely sexy as it is quietly subversive, for making no reference to Hawes’ Montague being ten years older than Madden’s Budd. The whole thing is designed to charm the pants off us, and I wonder how prepared Madden is to receive the unbridled lust of thousands of women on social media.

If Twitter erupts with lechery …

“I won’t look.”

Why?

“Because if I do, and if I believe someone going, ‘Oh God, he’s hot,’ then I’ll also have to believe the person that goes, ‘He’s got pumpkin teeth.’ Do you know what I mean?”

Yes, but, you are widely considered handsome, so …

“I don’t see it.”

Truly not?

“Truly not.”

It is form for beautiful young actors to deny their looks, in the interest of seeming more humble and likeable than they really are, but I think, in Madden’s case, he could mean it. He tells me fame has made him feel less attractive, not more. “You chat to a girl at a bar, have a couple of drinks, and shy Richard is slowly going. This is going well. And then it’s, ‘My boyfriend’s a really big fan. Can I get a picture?’ And you go, ‘F***.’ You think they think you’re hot, but it’s because you’re on telly.”

I ask Madden if he thinks he’s irredeemably defined by the chubby, shy child he used to be.

“I feel like I should lie down on that sofa and give you a hundred quid.”

Were you really so scarringly fat?

“Thirty-eight inch waist when I was 12. I didn’t wear denim until I was 19, because denim is really hard to take up. My mum couldn’t take my jeans up.”

Would you say you have body issues?

“Absolutely, yeah.”

Despite all of which, Richard Madden does OK with women. When I originally met him, he’d been in the final stages of a long-term relationship with the actor Jenna Coleman, who stars as Victoria in the ITV show, and who is now in a relationship with her onscreen Albert, Tom Hughes. Since then, Madden has been gossip-column-linked to a succession of beautiful women – model Suki Waterhouse and TV presenter Laura Whitmore among them – none of whom seem notably put off by his pumpkin teeth.

“I think in the last year I was, as far as the tabloids went, dating seven different people. And when you receive a text saying, ‘Are you sleeping with blah blah,’ and you go, ‘No,’ that’s a bit weird.”

Who are you sleeping with?

“I’m not saying.”

But you are sleeping with someone?

“I am sleeping with someone. I am very happy with someone. There are pictures of it on the internet.”

If it’s the one everyone thinks you’re dating, I say – by which I mean the 21-year-old Ellie Bamber, with whom he was pictured most recently at the Serpentine Gallery summer party – then she’s another actor. Is it really a good idea to go out with other actors?

“Yes and no. Yes, because you understand what each other’s going through. No, because, there’s a certain level of self-focus you need, in order to do the job you’re doing. That’s hard on all relationships, because what am I going to talk to you about? I walk up and down for 12 hours a day, dealing with this character’s shit. That’s all I’ve done, every day, for the past three months … I really haven’t got anything to offer you as a friend.”

We return, briefly, to Bodyguard. He says he got on brilliantly with Keeley Hawes. “Love her, love her to pieces. She saved my arse, because it’s not a fun job. It’s not a comedy. But then Keeley and me, me and her, off screen, were just like two kids.”

Were you paid the same?

“No idea. I imagine she earned more. I care less about how much other people are paid, and more what it takes for me to shut up and go and do my job. The equality thing needs to be addressed hugely between male and female co-stars; I know that from friends of mine. But there’s only so much I can do for myself. Agents and lawyers, they do all that stuff. I just kind of deal with what I need to, so I don’t look a producer in the eye and f***ing hate them when they’re talking about their villas, and you’re thinking, shit, I’m getting the bus at the weekend, because I don’t have the money for a cab, you know?”

How rich are you?

“Not very. People think I am, because of Game of Thrones, but you know, when I signed up for that I was 22, with f*** all on my CV, so I was paid f*** all.”

Then, somehow, we end up talking about his body again.

“In between filming, I eat pizza, drink, don’t work out, get fat, then it’s six weeks till you have to be naked again. It’s always six weeks. Actually, that’s if you’re lucky. I have ten days till I take my clothes off again this time.”

What’s the occasion?

“I’m filming Rocketman, the Elton John film, and I play John Reid, his first boyfriend, his manager for 28 years.”

A straight man in a gay role; casting that has become contentious after Disney named comedian Jack Whitehall, who is straight, as the voice of its first openly gay hero.

“Yeah, and Taron Egerton [who is playing Elton John] is a straight man in a gay role,” says Madden, “and I think we’re all f***ed if we start going down the route of you can only play a gay part if you’re a gay actor. Diversity, equality and pay – of course we need to make sure of all that, but at the same time … I read reports that so and so’s pulled out of this role because they’re not transgender, and you go, yeah, but they’re a f***ing actor, and they’re probably really f***ing good in the part, and maybe that is part of the reason why that film’s getting made …”

We wind up with him telling me he isn’t bothered about an Oscar. “Because, who won best actress last year? Best actor? Best supporting actor? What won best musical?”

No idea.

“So what does it matter?” he says.

After which, he is beautifully mocking (off the record) about a very famous actor’s latest endeavour, before hugging me goodbye and pretending – well – he hopes to see me again soon, socially. Richard Madden made it to No 2 in the current issue of Grazia’s Chart of Lust Bodyguard continues tomorrow at 9pm on BBC One. Episodes 1 and 2 are on BBC iPlayer

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A Queen for the King #12

Summary: With a righteous blow, Arthur defeated Vortigern, destroyed the looming tower, and had taken his rightful place on the throne, vowing to do whatever was necessary to defend the kingdom, and her people. He was a King of the people; honest, compassionate, hard working. Everything that Vortigern was not. There was just one thing missing; the woman he was betrothed to as a child. There is a saying, after all; every king needs a queen. Characters in this chapter: Arthur Pendragon, female reader, Uther Pendragon II [omc], Blue, Bedivere, Wet Stick, Adeline Pendragon [ofc], King Henry Denholm, Prince Alexander Denholm Pairing: Arthur Pendragon x female reader Word Count: 1,851 Warnings: FLUFF & ANGST. We're not messing around. Author’s Note: Thank you so much for all the support and positivity you have shown us! This series would be nothing without you.

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Releasing the boy’s wrist, Arthur set his hand on Blue’s shoulder. “What I said that day was out of line. I do not think you understand how scared you made me when Y/N woke me saying you were missing.”

“You's got a funny way of showin’ it boss. You always tellin me the stuff I do wrong or pointin’ out all my mistakes.” Blue wiped his face with the back of his sleeve, sighing heavily, frustration and sadness weighing him down.

“I only do that so you can fix them and they're usually so small, no son of mine wi-”

The both of you heard Blue gasp, it was small but it was there, “S-Son…?”

Arthur gave a giant grin and pulled Blue into a hug of his own. “Yes Blue, you're my son. I'm so immensely proud of the young man that you've become and are becoming. I’d be honored if you'd let me continue to call you my son?”

Blue got a grin on his face wider than Arthur's as he nodded furiously.

“Arthur!” His name fell from your lips the moment you saw him in the training field. Turning around, he saw you, skirts bunched in your hands, running towards him with a giant grin on your face. He turned towards Bedivere and Wet Stick with a confused expression as if they knew what you were coming to tell him, but they both shrugged.

Arthur thought you were going to stop but you took him by surprise when you both toppled to the ground, the both of you laughing before you kissed him hard on the lips. Arthur pulled away when he remembered people were surrounding the two of you.

“My love, I suggest we go back to our chambers for this.” He smirked up at you as he tucked a piece of hair behind your ear.

After smacking his shoulder lightly, you pecked his nose, the wide grin never leaving your face. “I have wonderful news to tell you.”

“News that was worth pushing me to the ground?” He asked trying to sit up but you wouldn’t allow him.

“Arthur... I’m pregnant.”

The look on his face the moment the words left your mouth was what you were hoping for. There was a sparkle in his eyes, one you would have missed if you weren't staring right into his beautiful blue orbs, a sparkle of pure love and adoration.

“I'm to be a father again?”

The emotions built up within you and the lump in your throat made it hard to speak out loud, your answer barely leaving your lips as a whisper, “Yes, my love.”

“Whoa! There's a baby in mama’s tummy?!” Uther asked in awe as the two of you had sat him and Blue down to tell them the news that night after dinner. Uther turned to Arthur, utter confusion written on his face.

“Daddy how it get there?” He pointed to your stomach and bent down getting close. “Baby, can you’s hear me?!”

You and Arthur, even Blue, couldn't help the laughter at the way Uther was reacting, but he was still unsure as to what was going on and how his mother had a baby growing inside of her belly. He held his little hands up and shrugged, his lips puckered out in an annoyed expression. “What so funny?”

Brushing his hair to the side, you leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, “Nothing little one, we aren't laughing at you so do not fret.”

Uther gave a smile, accepting what you said and climbed into Arthur's lap, setting his little hands on Arthur's shoulders. “Daddy, you not love dis baby more than me, right? I number one boy?”

You sucked in the small gasp before it even left your mouth, this was something you didn't want him to feel, left out and replaced. Blue must have sensed how you felt and placed a hand on your shoulder before you wrapped your arms around him in a hug.

“Uther you will always be my number one boy.” Arthur snuggled his nose against Uther’s. “But when momma has this baby, both of us are going to have to help her. This baby is going to be very tiny and won't be able to do things like you can. Can you do that for me? Can you help me and momma take care of it?”

Uther nodded his head in excitement and threw his arms up. “Yeah!”

“Alright, the two of you, off to bed,” You spoke up, earning a groan from both of them.

“Blue, you know you are allowed to stay up later but you have to stay in your room. No more wandering out to steal a snack in the middle of the night. Uther, I want you in your bed by the time I come to say goodnight. Now go on.”

In unison they got off your bed, Uther jumped on Blue and at the same time both said, “Goodnight mother and father.”

Once the door creaked shut, you looked over at Arthur with tears in your eyes. “D-Did you hear that?”

Arthur nodded with a bright smile before bringing you in to kiss your lips softly. “I did, my love. You need your rest as well. I'll go make sure they're asleep.”

“Thank you.”

Arthur stood outside the large wooden doors that lead to your bed chambers, your screams filling the entirety of the hall. He wrung his hands together in front of him as he paced back and forth. It was taking much longer than when Uther was born and his nerves were more on edge.

“Mate, it's going to be okay. She's strong,” Wet Stick spoke from behind him, sitting in a chair as he watched his friend continue to pace, only now he was biting his nails.

“Why is it taking so long?” Arthur grumbled out only seconds before he heard you give one final scream and then there was the sound of a baby crying. His whole body seemed to relax the moment the doctor walked out holding a bundle of blankets. Bowing before handing over the delicate bundle.

“Congratulations your majesty, the mother is doing perfectly fine and looks like the two of you now have a beautiful Princess.”

Arthur felt as though his heart was about to beat out of his chest. A girl. Never in his wildest dreams did he ever think that he would have a daughter. She looked so small and fragile as he held her in his giant calloused hands. “May I see my wife now?”

“We are cleaning her up your majesty, you can see her whe-”

Arthur didn’t let the doctor finish, walking into the bedroom, smiling brightly when he saw you smiling weakly up at him. “My love, what is it?”

“We have a girl.” Arthur moved to sit down next to you before handing the little girl over, kissing the top of your head the moment she was transferred from his hand to the skin of your chest. “We have a beautiful Princess. What shall we name her?”

“Adeline. Adeline Pendragon.” You spoke softly as your finger traced down her soft quaint nose.

Arthur’s smile couldn’t get any bigger as he looked down at the two beautiful girls in his life, he set his fingers under your chin, bringing his lips down on yours. “I love it.”

It had been a week or so since the announcement to the Kingdom was made that the King and Queen now had a daughter. Within that week, many of the village people climbed up to the castle to bring gifts to your precious Adeline. Most were hand crafted toys while others were hand crafted clothes. All in all she was already loved and spoiled by her people.

As of now, all of you were sitting in the throne room, a special guest was to arrive today; a King from a neighboring country. Arthur and yourself were not told of the reason behind his visit, but he knew it was very important that the three of you meet.

The next morning, he was announced as he stepped through the doors, King Henry Denholm and his son Prince Alexander Denholm. You stayed seated in your throne, holding Adeline closely while Arthur stood to greet the guests. Uther and Blue were off in the corner playing, you could only hear their giggles, for your eyes never left the young boy standing in front of you. He looked to be about the age of seven, maybe eight. He had fair dirty blonde hair, and when he walked up to you, after his father had done the same to kiss your hand, you noticed his chestnut brown eyes.

Arthur moved to sit back down in his own throne next to you when the King and Prince took a couple steps back out of respect.

Henry opened his arms and gave a smile. “I am here today to ask that the hand of your daughter go to my son, Alexander.”

Arthur sat up in his chair, and by his posture, you knew this wasn’t going to end well. Needless to say you were just as shocked when the words left Henry’s mouth. “What?”

“I’m merely stating that when…”

Arthur waved his hand, effectively silencing the neighboring King. “I know good and well what you are stating. You are stating that my daughter be wed to your son when they are old enough. Adeline is barely a week old here, and you’re already trying to make these decisions. Are you barking mad?”

“I-I beg your pardon Arthur, this is something of high importance. Our two countries united and allied.”

You lay your hand on Arthur’s forearm when he moved to stand, which was something you were not going to let happen. Already foreseeing the outcome of his anger, leaving the guest on the ground with a bloodied nose, King or not. Arthur was highly protective over his family.

“My love, remember, we were betrothed the moment we left the womb,” you stated calmly, hoping you could get his nerves to settle.

Arthur scoffed. “This is different, this is my daughter. I will not force her into any relationship she does not wish to be in.”

Nodding your head, you knew this was a discussion for later in private. You stood slowly, handing over Adeline to the maid that was standing beside you. Clasping your hands in front of you, you made your way down the steps until you were standing in front of Henry. “You are more than welcome to stay as the King and I discuss your proposal. Until a decision has been reached, there shall be no more talk of whom my daughter is and is not marrying.”

King Henry thought for a moment before he bowed his head. “Of course Y/N.”

Bending down to his level, you ran your hand through Alexander's hair and down his face to cup his cheek. “My sons, Uther and Blue, are over there playing, I know you’re dying to join them. Go on.”

The smile on your face got wide when he finally smiled and took off in the direction of the other boys. Straightening your posture you looked back at King Henry. “If you will excuse us, someone will take you to your room shortly, but my husband and I have many things to discuss.”

Without waiting for his answer, because technically you didn’t need one, you turned around and took Adeline from the maid, laying a hand on Arthur’s shoulder. His muscles instantly relaxing under your touch. “Come now, my love, there’s nothing more to say.”

Arthur looked up at you and stood, knowing it would be better to listen to you than let his anger out irrationally.

Once making it out of the throne room and into your chambers, you set Adeline down in her beautiful white lace crib. You turned to face a still seething Arthur. “Arthur… you need to consider-”

“I am considering nothing here, Y/N. This betrothal is never happening. Not now, not ever, and not to my baby girl.”

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Survey #112

“i’m like a jesus crisis.”

Have you ever kissed someone who was drunk? He wasn't wasted or anything, but I'm pretty sure he was drunk with how ungodly talkative he was, and was way more expressive of emotions than he naturally was. Do you like going to weddings? I do again now. Although I haven't been to one since recovery, I'm sure I'd handle it fine and actually be happy this time. I need to get more comfortable in that setting since I'd actually really like a big part of my hopeful photography career to be weddings. Such a big celebration of love is something I adore. I already just like taking pictures of couples. Who was the last person you know who became pregnant? BECAME pregnant, uh, I think a person I'm actually doing pictures for in January. Beach, city, or mountains? M O U N T A I N S. DAMMIT they're so beautiful. You get a call at 2:00 a.m. - your first thought is: My instinctive answer to this question is, "is something wrong with Sara?" I live with my mom and sister, so it wouldn't be them, and it's not like Ashley calls me if there's trouble, she'd call Mom. Dad would call Ashley. She's pretty much the only thing that would come to mind if someone called me at 2:00 A.M. Future names of your children: I'm not having kids, but I'd absolutely name my daughter Alessandra and my son probably Luther, Vincent, or Victor. How much does your mother know about your sex life (or lack thereof)? She's aware I'm a virgin but have "done things." Are any of your siblings married? What are their spouses’ names? Nick and very recently Joshua. I don't know if one's married or anything whatsoever, two are in relationships, idk about my brother. Do you think age matters in relationships? In romantic relationships, yes. What brand of face wash do you use? Biore. What’s the last letter of your last name? S Did your parents give you an allowance as a kid? No, we couldn't afford to do that. Would you ever consider moving to another country for your career? No, and that's the reason I'm not pursuing being a meerkat biologist. Do you have any lingerie? Lol no, no one wants to see me in that. What was the shortest amount of time you knew someone before dating them? A few weeks. Maybe a little less than a month. What is your favorite app on your phone? Fuckin' thanks Sara, DragonVale. I love Pinterest more when I actually go on it, but I don't use it a lot. Which of your pets were you closest to in your lifetime? The dog I have now, Teddy. Who are you most proud of? Myself. I don't mean that in an arrogant way, but seriously. I don't over-exaggerate what I've been through, but I don't make it sound lesser than what it was, either. I know I should be proud. When you’re eating pizza do you add anything like crushed peppers, parmesan cheese or hot sauce to it? No. Jason got me into adding hot sauce to jalapeno pizza (we wanted death, I know), but I don't do it now. Loved it, but I think it being slightly less hot was more enjoyable. When was the last time that you plucked your eyebrows? I've never plucked them; I used to get them waxed, but no longer do. Don't see the point- they're just going to grow back, and quickly, and I'm not wasting money on that maintenance. It's not like normal eyebrows are hideous anyway. Do you ever argue or debate with people about your beliefs? I will avoid this at all costs. I hate it. When’s the last time you had Sunny D? Holy moly, I couldn't tell you. But it used to sometimes give me heartburn, so I could only fucking imagine drinking it now if I hadn't taken my heartburn medication. Would you turn a family member in if you see them commit murder? Duh. Would you risk your life to save a total stranger? A total stranger, honestly, no. I don't know anything about that person. Could be a piece of shit. Have you ever embarrassed someone intentionally in public? I don't remember ever doing so, and I never could now. As someone with AvPD, I know how fucking awful embarrassment can be. Plus it's just rude to try to make someone uncomfortable like that. Are you more likely to believe a man or woman? I'm perfectly aware this is wrong, but a woman. I'm afraid of and don't trust men. Are you satisfied with the picture on your ID card? Hell no. Thank God I look like a totally different person now. What fruit did you last eat? Hmmm, maybe strawberries? What font do you use most? I prefer Garamond for basic things. Are you allergic to anything? Pollen, big time, and silver. Where is your dad from? Ohio. ... Or maybe he was born in Michigan but grew up in Ohio. Idk. Aside from your own, whose house did you last set foot into? Ashley's co-worker's. What was the first thing you learned how to cook? Scrambled eggs. And it's still the only thing I know how to cook lmao. What are some wild animals commonly found where you live? Squirrels and birds are the only things you commonly see. But you'll see a deer sometimes, too, and more rarely a rabbit. I think I've seen a fox once in my entire life. Oh yeah, you'll see possums and raccoons sometimes at night. Does it take a lot to make you cry? Noooope. Well, yes to physical pain. What’s the longest hospital stay you’ve had? For what? Uhhh I think I was there for two weeks. Mental stuff. Do you know any same-sex married couples? Hm... I actually don't think I personally do. Have you ever had a best friend who was of the opposite sex? There was a point where we dated, Jason was like my only real life friend lol, so he was. Now I call my girlfriend my best friend, but if you don't include s/os, then my current one would be a guy. Skim, 1%, 2% or whole milk? Eh, probably 2%. Was the last person you kissed physically attractive? Personally, I wasn't physically attracted to him. But he's definitely not an ugly guy or anything. Do you prefer to say “haha” or “lol?” I'd say I use them just about the same amount... maybe "lol" more? How many stories does your house have? One. Were you dreams very vivid as a child? Yes. Do you eat meat? If you do, what is your justification for it? Yes. One, the human diet is meant to contain meat. It's much easier for our bodies to receive the nutrients it needs with meat. Two, it's part of population control. Yes, I know, you could argue the exact same for humans, but it's not like a sane person's gonna start eating humans. Three, it's just the food chain. Humans are on top of it. The process of killing an animal for food seems horrible and cruel, I know, and I doubt I personally could do it unless it was a survival situation, but I don't see it as morally wrong. Do you think that time travel is a possibility? I don't think it's possible, really. And if it ever happened, you can bet we'd fuck shit up. Do you enjoy night or day better? I've actually gotten to where I enjoy day. I strangely have a much higher chance of experiencing anxiety at night, which has kinda turned me away from it. Plus I have more energy and am generally in a better mood over all in the early day. Have you ever been to a protest? No. But the more and more passionate I get about gay rights, I'd absolutely partake in a *peaceful* protest regarding that subject now if one was nearby. Worst decision you ever made? Let a heavily flawed person essentially become God to me. Do you like to hang out with friends one-on-one or in groups? Eh, depends on the mood of those who would be involved, including myself. Bambi or Nemo? Nemo. I've actually never seen Bambi, but I love Nemo. Lil cutie. Do you have any of your exes as friends on Facebook? Don and Aaron, yeah. Well wait, Juan too, but I barely even consider him an ex. Has your partner ever accused you of cheating, when you actually didn’t? No. If your hair is long, would you ever think about having it cut short? Or, if it’s short, would you like to grow it long? I have a short portion on the left and then the rest is shoulder-length. After seeing myself with a bit of short hair, I'm thinking of getting a purely short haircut eventually. Built my confidence up when Mom said she thought I'd probably look nice with a short hairstyle after seeing my new haircut. It'd be something different. What area of science interests you the most? Genetics. Have you ever been in an inflatable bouncy house? Yeah. Do you think there will be a WWIII? Yes, eventually. I don't think humanity's going anywhere too soon, and there's too many militant people. What are things you’re exceptionally good at? Uh. Going into full-blown panic mode over stupid shit?? That's my specialty. Do you have any good book ideas? I think a ton of the stories within my friend group's RP would make amazing novels, but I highly doubt any of us will ever actually make books about it. In all honesty, can a person be too nice? Mixed feelings. I just don't think some people deserve being nice to, but a part of me says you should treat everyone with kindness regardless, all the while not letting people get away with shit. Is mental abuse really as bad as physical abuse? Fuck yes it can be. Some people will take one worse than the other, but both are fucking awful. Both can ruin someone's life. Zelda Twilight Princess or Ocarina of Time? I have zero interest in Zelda. Do you own a rosary? I'm sure I have one somewhere. I was raised Roman Catholic, and essentially every Catholic has one. What's the hardest game you've ever played? Fucking Dark Souls. I gave it a good effort, but did nooot get that far. The difficulty honestly drained all the fun out of it. The hardest game I've ever beaten, uhhh... omg. Maybe it was just my age/when I played it, but "The Legend of Spyro: The Eternal Night" was so. Fucking. Hard. It literally took me a year or so playing it on-and-off to beat it. Fantastic game, but my god it was hard. "Parasite Eve" was also pretty damn hard (mostly thanks to the last boss, jc), but I definitely beat it faster. Would you ever try Fear Factor for one million dollars? Why or why not? No, wouldn't see the point in wasting the time. I KNOW I would never get past the second day where you eat some crazy shit. Nope. Couldn't do most things they do due to me being a germaphobe, either. If you have a camera, when do you use flash? I never do because I hate the lighting personally, plus the red eyes are just no. I'd need to learn more about properly using it. What do you call your grandparents? Grammy and Grandpa. What color do you usually paint your nails? I don't paint my nails. Do you look better with red lipstick or black lipstick? I personally think black. It fits me better. How many times have you actually been in love? Once. I'm not to that point in my current relationship, but I most certainly love her. There's a difference. How many pills do you take a day? Five. Have you ever been around someone who was high? Yeah. Do you want a church wedding? Definitely not, that's way too traditional for my taste. Have you ever met any celebrities? Lol you don't meet celebrities among my interests in NC. One day. Have you ever tried archery? No, but I was interested in it once. Favorite foreign food? Hm. I'm not sure. Were your ancestors royalty? I only know of Queen Victoria. Does your house have air conditioning throughout, or do you have one that sits in your window? Throughout. Would you ever move to Canada? Sure. I mean it wouldn't be my first pick for sure, but there's beautiful landscapes, and it at least seems to have way less drama than here. What about Kansas? Tornado Alley? Fuck that shit. When you go swimming, do you put your hair up or down? I keep it down. What do you think is the coolest piercing on someone else? Ohhh. This really depends on the person. Coolest... probably collarbone dermals. If mine were actually prominent and dermals didn't make me nervous, I'd probably have them. They're beautiful, but seem super painful. And risky. Are you attracted to girls? I've pretty quickly realized I'm more attracted to them than men both physically and emotionally. Growing up what were your favorite cartoon characters? I loved both Pikachu and Ash. Do you know anyone in a wheelchair? I don't believe so. If heaven or hell didn’t exist and wasn’t a reward would you still make an effort in being a good person? Duh. Do you want your kids to go to church, synagogue, temple, mosque? Why? If I had kids, I wouldn't force them to go. I don't even go. Do you think starting a gofundme is begging or helpful? It can be either depending on the reason and person's honest intentions. Could you put your dreams on hold to support your bf/gf pursuing theirs? On hold? Yes. How long should sex last? It depends on the couple and how they're feeling. But once one person wants to stop, you stop. Five year plan? Go! Move out and have a stable job. Those are the main two things. Other things will fall into place. Can you be content if you are physically uncomfortable? I couldn't be. Do you have pictures of your friends, and family in your bedroom? No. How old were you when you went on your first date? That was like 7th grade, don't know age. Me, Aaron, and I think two other friends went to a roller rink. It was enough of a date for middle schoolers lol. Have you ever had surgery, if so for what? Tubes put in ears when I was 2, pilonidal cyst surgery July this year. Have you ever seen a shark, and if so, were you scared? Never in the wild, just in aquariums. They never scared me. Such majestic creatures. Now if I saw one in the ocean, yeah, I'd be scared. Have you ever gone fishing, or is that totally yucky? Fishing with Dad may just hold my all-time favorite childhood memories. One of my most cherished memories is this time Dad, Nicole, and I woke up really early to go out on the boat at the nearby river to fish 'til around noon, when activity slows down. So peaceful and beautiful out there, I'd love to fish there again with him. I remember it so clearly that I can recall I packed those tiny 3 Musketeers chocolates and Nicole brought Snickers, lol. Didn't have breakfast since we left so early. Man... so many good memories related to fishing. Do you enjoy museums, or think they are totally boring? I. LOVE. Museums. Do you think illegally downloading things is wrong? My conscience says yes. You're stealing. Yet I still download music. Oops. Have you and your friend ever liked the same guy/girl? Not that I know of. Do you tell your best friend everything? I tell Sara just about every little thing. Ever taken any lessons for anything? Guitar lessons, yeah. Do you call it pop, soda, or fizzy drink? Soda. Do you like french fries, cheese and gravy mixed together? Uh, that sounds horrid, even without the fact I hate gravy. Do you live in a house, apartment, or what? House. How hot does the temperature get in the summer where you live? Mid-high 90s, low 100s. Sometimes high 80s. When was the last time you had a headache? What about stomachache? Headache, a couple days ago or so. I get them a lot. Stomachache, not since I got sick two or so months back. Where is your second home? Uh. I guess my dad's? Honestly, could you live without your computer? Honestly, after being exposed to one for so long, I couldn't live happily, no. Not unless I just adjusted to not having one after a very, very long time, but I don't even know if that would happen. What is more annoying, people who take forever to reply to texts or when they only say ‘K’? I stg do not reply to me with just "k." Is family the most important thing in your life? If not, what is? My definition of family is different than the traditional. Just like friends, for me, you pick "real" family. Say I'm related to an absolute asshole; by actual definition, they'd be family, but to me, nope. I can put other people above "actual" family, so to answer the question, not necessarily. After taking a shower, do you change in the bathroom or the bedroom? Bathroom. Are you completely over your last relationship? There was nothing to get over. I never got to where I loved him and doubt I ever could. It was just awkward. Last 3 movies you watched? "Monster House," "Corpse Bride," and uhhh... pretty sure "Coraline." Do you get stage fright? Well, when I used to dance, it wasn't that bad since I was with others. Now, I'm not so sure how I'd be. When was the last time you read a whole book, to the last page exactly? February. Did you ever actually have a rubber duck? Pretty sure yes. Do you love your computer? MY laptop, yes. The one I currently have to use, ew. Is there an outdoor movie theater where you live? No. Have you ever seen your mom or dad drunk? Both. Mom claimed she wasn't, but I think she was. Do your parents vote? Mom does, idk about Dad. What’s your favorite thing to eat during a movie? Popcorn. Do you like cherry Pepsi? I like cherry Coke. Would you rather live without your Facebook or Tumblr? Facebook. What Lisa Frank character is your favorite? Ohhh, the angelic cat. If you inherited a large sum of money what is the first thing you’d buy? A train ticket. What did you do with your baby teeth when they fell out? Mom kept them. What is the last thing you took a photograph of? My snake. <3 Do you have a bookshelf? If so, just one or how many? It's technically a bookshelf I think, but we store our DVDs there. If you answered yes to the above, are your books ordered in a special way? The DVDs are in alphabetical order. If dinosaurs could be tamed, would you want one as a pet? If they were guaranteed to not attack their owners/be docile and I could care for it appropriately, sure, I'd keep a smaller raptor. What type of souvenir do you usually purchase when on vacation? It's not consistent. If you could choose only one thing from Walmart, what would it be? Hot fries or Takis, depending on my mood. Would you rather get highlights or dye your whole head? Dye everything.

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Forever

Here we are my friends, you and me and the last of my season 12 AU. Enjoy!

They have won.

They have finally won.

They’re sitting in the library, exhausted and awake all at once.

Dean’s the first one to speak.

“You know what? We’re missing something here”.

He pulls his knife out of his pocket.

“Dean?” Cas asks.

In a few quick strokes, he carves DW into the table.

He holds the knife out to Sam and grins.

It will quickly become a tradition.

Dean can’t sleep.

He still can’t believe it completely, but his lover is asleep next to him, holding him in his arms, the Men of Letters are locked away, hunters and monsters alike are safe.

He frees himself from Cas’ grip, smoothing his brow gently. He doesn’t want to wake him.

He just needs to breathe for a while.

He’s not surprised when he finds Crowley in the library.

He hands him a drink without comment.

“So” Dean says. “This is it”.

Crowley nods.

“Gotta say, I am thankful for your mother. Say what you want...” he trails off.

The demon looks at him.

“You didn’t have to do that” he finally says. “You didn’t have to jump in front of me.”

“Of course I did.”

“Don’t do it again” he suddenly hisses, his eyes turning red.

Dean is taken aback.

“Crowley – “

“I’m still a demon, and I am selfish enough to ask that. If she had – I couldn’t bear it, do you hear? I couldn’t bear it.”

Dean understands.

“Alright. I promise never to throw myself in front of you when Mary tries to shoot you again.”

They both know how pointless that promise is.

After they have finished their drinks in silence, they get up and walk back to their rooms.

Crowley hesitates when they are standing in front of Dean’s and Cas’.

Then he draws him into a strong hug.

Dean reciprocates.

It’s not the end, of course. Men of Letters or no Men of Letters, the hunters, the monsters, the humans who stumble across the supernatural still need leaders.

It’s only natural they should take the job.

Dean likes to think they are acting the way Bobby would have.

It’s kind of weird, if he’s being honest. They are so famous in the community now that the name alone is enough to settle disputes, smooth insults, actually make a difference.

It’s amazing in the crazy, deadly way his whole life has been.

They become what Bobby once was. And they slowly, carefully work their way into Europe.

They’re thinking about laying the groundwork for letting the public know as well.

Water is constantly changing, but it always knows what it wants.

And she wants Mick Davies.

She knows what it will bring, how it will end. It makes no difference to her wishes.

Mick avoids Mel in the days after their victors.

Dean understands.

It’s not easy, loving something that will always leave again only to return.

And unlike him, who dared dream about what might be when he was half-awake at dawn, Mick has no such hope.

Mel cannot become human. She is one with the water.

But what is better? Letting this chance pass him by or enjoying it as long as he can?

Mel’s not worried.

She tells him why one dreamy evening, dropping once again into their swimming pool to see them.

“What will be will be. What will save us will save us. Water is patient”.

“Mel...”

“Dean.”

She suddenly looks much older.

“I cannot always see the future. The picture... it fluctuates, it changes, it shifts.”

How can it not, the waves breaking at his feet?

“But... I know, Dean. I know. Our daughter will be the first wraith to enter British waters again. She will fill the void our people left behind so long ago.”

He swallows.

“You’ll have to leave him. Eventually.”

“Of course. Water always flows on. You can only keep it in one space for so long.”

Claire knows which diners she can trust. Some have a certain... homely feel to them.

This is one of those.

She’s just ended another hunt with the help of a few of the local vamps, and she could really go for some pie.

Sue her, Dean’s right about that.

And then her waitress appears.

She recognizes her instantly.

Anyone who knows the Winchesters would.

Magdalene her tag says. So she’s not lost all sense of humour.

“Hello, Mary” she says.

The woman looks up.

She seems tired. Worn down.

“Who are you?”

“I...” she stops. Thinks of Cas. Of Dean. Of where things are going.

“I could have been something like your granddaughter. Now you are nothing to me.”

Mary disappears into the kitchen.

Another woman brings her the pie.

She doesn’t mention their meeting to anyone.

He and Cas only continue to grow closer.

After years of hiding who he is, finally being comfortable and with the person he loves...

He can’t say what it means to him.

Luckily, he never has to. Cas understands him without any need for words.

And so, six months after they threw the Men of Letters out of their country once and for all, after they boarded the planes with tails between their legs, Dean buys a ring.

They can’t really officially get married, of course... even though... maybe... if he contacts their FBI friends...

He shakes his head.

First things first.

It’s early in the morning. The whole gang, Aaron having arrived from Germany a week ago after finally getting rid of the Nazis with all the help they could provide, is in the kitchen. Cas is, as usual, grumpy, not yet completely awake.

He’s never looked more beautiful.

Dean sinks to his knees. Cas blinks a few times before he realizes what’s going on.

“Dean?”

“Cas. Will you marry me?”

Cas is silent for so long that his heart starts hammering heavily in his chest, but then Crowley calls out, “You know feathers if you don’t want I can...”

Cas draws him into a kiss and breathes “Yes” against his lips.

They marry three months later.

It’s... a bit of a bigger event than they thought it would be.

Apparently everyone they have ever met, and everyone who’s ever heard from them wants to be there.

Thank god for magical mansions.

Mel officiates from her bath tub.

Crowley and Sam are their best men.

He knows that everything he has done in his life has been warranted if it only lead him to this as he slips the ring of Cas’ finger.

A year after they marry, little Múth is born.

She looks like her mother, but has Mick’s eyes.

They have already talked things through.

Mick will raise her, Mel will watch over her. She’ll see plenty of her mother.

But Mick’s and Mel’s time is coming to an end.

They all know it.

“He will find someone else” she tells Dean, holding her daughter. “I know it. He will be happy. And we’ll always have the memories of what has been.”

On the day they call it quits, Dean goes to Mick’s room. It has been doubling as a nursery for nearly half a year now.

Even though there are tears in his eyes, he whispers “Thank you.”

It’s Lizzie Hexam who gives Cas and Dean the greatest gift they’ll ever receive.

She has just given birth to her second child, so of course they visit.

George Jr. is running around, chanting about his sister.

No potential rugaru has ever held out long enough to father a second child or a daughter. This is going to be interesting.

She watches Dean gently bounce Deanna up and down.

“We always wanted two children.”

“And look at you” he says. “Just as God intended.”

“I doubt Father had anything to do with it, Dean” Cas says. “She’s a miracle.”

He grins.

“Hell yeah she is.”

“What I meant” Lizzie says, “is that I’d be happy to be your surrogate, now that we have our kids.”

“You want to be our...” He stops talking when he realizes what she meant.

He looks at Cas. Cas looks at him.

Dean swallows.

“You... you...”

“Take your time” she says gently.

“I just said it would be a possibility. If you want to.”

That night in the mansion, Cas asks gently, “Dean? Do you want to?”

He could pretend he doesn’t know what he’s speaking of.

Instead he looks at his husband and gives the only answer he can.

Shortly after they learn that Lizzie is pregnant, Sam announces that he and Eileen are going to marry.

“Where do you plan on living?” Dean asks.

He wants to pretend he isn’t nervous, but he remembers Sam’s old dreams. A picket fence, suburbia. As far away from the supernatural as possible.

And Dean’s got an angel husband, a kid on the way and a demon anxious to be godparent even though he’d never admit it.

“Here, of course.”

It’s only when he realizes Sam is honestly confused that Dean learns how far his brother has come.

Robbie is born on Dean’s birthday.

“Guess we have more to celebrate, now” he mumbles, holding him for the first time, Cas’ arms wrapped around them both. “Lizzie – “

“If you dare thank me, you can leave right now” she huffs. “You gave me much more than I can ever repay you for.”

George is going through his sixth year as an almost rugaru, still getting better at dealing with it every single day.

Robbie is six years old. His sister Elisabeth just turned two.

Crowley is well aware of the passage of time. Múth is already showing signs of being able to control water.

The boys are over fifty, now.

He’s made his decision.

He’s sitting at the swimming pool.

“My King.”

“Mistress of the waves”.

“You’ll do it, then.”

Of course she knows.

“Yes.”

“I was expecting it. Even though of course it was just one of multiple possible outcomes.”

“Ah, Mel, what might have been is never a good thing to dwell on.”

“No, it isn’t” she agrees but they share a long look before she vanishes.

The next day, he catches Robbie as he’s escaping Dean because he hates taking baths.

“No, now, Squirrel Junior, that is no way to behave.”

“Uncle Crowley!”

He smiles.

“Thanks, man” Dean says, catching up to them. “I swear he’s getting faster every day.”

“I bet. Dean, can we talk later?”

“Of course” he says, frowning.

There’s nothing to be worried about.

“Hey, what is it?” he asks that evening in the library.

They seem to have all their important talks here.

Crowley looks at the C he carved into the table years ago. The day of their victory.

“You’re all getting rather old.”

Dean huffs.

“Please, you’ve got what? Three hundred years on your back? More?”

“That’s not my point.”

“What is it, then?”

Crowley bites his lip.

“Cure me.”

“What?”

“You heard me. Cure me. I want to be human.”

“You’ll grow old” Dean says. “You’ll grow old, and die.”

“What makes you think I want to live longer than any of you? That I want to stand over your graves?”

Dean is silent.

Then, he slowly says, “If you are sure.”

“I am.”

A week later, he’s human. It’s complicated and difficult and at first he feels like he’s suffocating, but it’s worth it.

Mel has always taken care not to cry. The tears of water spirits, water born from water, hold too much power. It’s dangerous to cry.

The day she leaves Mick Davies, she cries.

It was love. She knew it was. She loves him the only way she knows how, and she knows she has to leave.

And yet she cries.

She doesn’t cry when Múth leaves. Her daughter is fulfilling her destiny.

But – but –

A day will come when she’ll cry once more.

And on that day, every nature spirit in America, monsters and hunters will join her in her mourning.

Everyone will know who they lost that day.

But that day is a long time off yet.

Many years later

The people call it Hunter’s holiday.

Castielle supposes it’s an easier name than it’s real title.

Holiday in remembrance of Dean, Sam, Castiel and Crowley Winchester.

September 13.

How well she knows their stories. She’s grown up with them, lived with them, dreamed about them.

And today, she’ll finally join the Guild.

The Hunter’s Guild has been an important association for over a hundred years now. She thinks her forefathers would be pleased.

Although, with her green eyes and brunette hair, she looks much more like Dean than Castiel in the old pictures.

Ironically, her twin brother, joining her and the Guild as well, is a spitting image of the angel who renounced his Grace.

Their little brother Sammy will probably grow as tall as his namesake though.

Not that he’d be the first one.

There have been countless Deans, Castiel, Sams, even Ferguses and Crowleys in their family.

As if the name Winchester weren’t enough to open any door, these days.

She looks around her room in the mansion.

Crazy? Magical? Unpredictable? The house is all of this and more. Hundreds of years later, and it’s still running on the magic Crowley pumped into it.

She couldn’t ask for a better home.

Mom and Dad are waiting in the marble entrance hall, smiling proudly.

“Cassie. Dean.”

Almost every Winchester who’s ever lived since their time has become a hunter – and every single president of the Guild since it’s been established has been a member of their family.

She’d lie if she said she’s not planning to fill that exact position one day.

She has since that terrible moment she believed she was dead, when she was five years old and fell into the lake.

Oh God, she can’t breathe, she’ll never see her younger brother, she’ll never play with Dean again, she’ll –

“Don’t be afraid, child.”

A pretty lady with green eyes and brunette hair is holding her in her arms.

“Do not be afraid, child” she tells her. “Long ago I made a vow that no member of your family would ever drown.”

She smiles.

“You look so much like your ancestor. All these dreams in your eyes. You will do well”.

She brings her to the surface.

She knows now that this was Mel, the water wraith their stories talk about. The one who loved Mick Davies and bore him a daughter who saved the British waters.

“Hey!”

Dean hurries down the stairs.

“Sorry for being late, guys.”

She rolls her eyes.

“You’re always late”.

“Yeah, well... Hey, this thing is huge! Who says I didn’t lose myself?”

“No Winchester ever loses himself in the mansion” Mom tells him. “You know that. “

It’s true. They don’t know if it’s magic or just instinct. No one really knows how the mansion works. The only one who could have told them passed away centuries ago, human once more.

But that’s not important.

What’s important is that everyone is waiting for them at the library.

Now that they are finally twenty-one, are finally old enough.

Cassie’s best friend Charlie the ghoul joined the Guild two months ago. They’ve known each other since they were six years old and attending the (rather ironically named) Crowley Elementary.

She looks at Dean. Dean winks at her.

They enter the library followed by their parents.

It seems like everyone they know is here. Two more Winchesters are entering the Guild. It’s big news.

She tries to ignore the cameras. Every single TV station will show the highlights this evening, she’s well aware. Winchester news is everyone’s news since their ancestors went public – since they let people know what’s out there.

It took Europe some time to catch on, but these days, most countries are peaceful, accepting humans as well as monsters.

If those who took the first steps were alive today, they probably wouldn’t recognize the world.

Then on the other hand...

They haven’t made the knowledge public, but Cassie’s and Dean’s grandmother was psychic. She left them stories of visions of generations of Winchesters in Heaven, looking after their family.

Cassie hope they’re proud of them.

They advance towards the table.

The table.

There are so many of them now, the library is crowded.

But the table, the original table, is still reserved for family only, and the ones they come to call family.

Charlie carved her initials on the table.

Now it’s their turn.

Cassie and Dean take out their knives. No Winchester worth his money would ever leave their room without one.

Their slightly older cousins grin proudly at them.

And then it’s done.

Their initials are on the table, they are part of the Guild. Now and forever.

Right before they go to celebrate, Dad draws them to the side.

“Hey... Mom and I have been talking, and we’ve decided you should use the correct mode of transportation when you go out there.”

“What do you mean...”

He fishes a pair of keys out of his pocket.

Cassie just knows Dean’s mouth hanging wide open as she tries to stay calm.

The Impala. He’s giving them the keys to the Impala.

Rebuilt so often there’s little left of its original framework but a few lego pieces in the air vents, a toy soldier stuffed in the ash tray, and two initials carved by two small boys, so long ago.

“Can’t have you riding in an unworthy car, can we? Dean, Sam and Cas would never forgive us.”

Dad grins at them.

No. No they probably wouldn’t.

Still.

“Thanks, Dad.”

Castielle has grown up reading their journals. She knows the challenges they went through, the battles they fought.

But she never felt as close to them as when she starts the Impala a few days later, her brother at her side, Charlie in the backseat.

A new generation of Winchesters and their friends, off to save the world as they have done for generations, ever since two boys and an angel prevented the Apocalypse.

As the Winchesters always will.

#my writings #destiel #season 12 AU

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Dean has lied and been lied to so often in his life he could probably satisfy Carlo Collodi’s nose fetish if the guy was still alive.

And long noses due to lying were actually a thing.

The point stands.

And the point standing as it does, he’s decided to use another approach on Mick.

Because if the guy is somewhat smart, like Sam says, and seems to be willing to listen, as Mel told them, he should be interested in what they have to explain.

“Sam” he asks one night, “do you still have your broken phone?”

He flinches slightly before he answers. Mom’s text really did a number on him.

Dean still can’t bring himself to care. Another deadbeat parent called him names, boo hoo. He’s found his family.

Cas strolls into the kitchen and gets himself another cup of coffee (Dean has no idea why, but dude can put away a gallon each night and still be able to sleep) before pressing a kiss to his lips.

Dean’s so busy grinning he almost overhears Sam’s answer.

“Yeah, in a drawer somewhere. Why?”

“Great. I can sue it to pull numbers, then. I want to have a little chat with Mick.”

Sam’s eyes widen.

Dean shrugs.

“I haven’t really had a chance to introduce myself yet. It’s been two weeks; time to see if Mel’s magic worked on him.”

Not literally, of course. As far as they know, she went easy on him.

But these Men of Letters are not used to anything. He probably thinks he escaped by the hair of his teeth.

“You need any help with getting the data?” Sam asks when he hands him the phone.

It’s something he would have asked before this all went down, but his expression and tone have changed. There’s no more condescension or actual wonder if he’s clever enough to hack into a broken phone.

Sometimes Dean wonders if Sam notices how much they have changed.

It’s all been for the better though, for once.

“Almost there” he calls out some time later when he hears someone entering the library.

“I never doubted it, darling.”

Ah. Crowley. He’s been wandering where he’s been the last few days, always busy.

“So” he announces, sitting down next to Dean, “you boys have quite a few more fans than I anticipated.”

“Meaning?” he asks.

“Meaning, in a case of emergency there are at least thirty sheriffs around the country who would love to find a reason to arrest some interfering Brits.”

“What?”

“Also, remember Lizzie Hexam?”

Dean frowns.

“The one whose husband started turning into a rugaru when she got pregnant? Don’t tell me he – “

“No, no, he’s doing well. I checked. Added a few extra pounds of raw meat to their freezer. But my point is, you managed to earn the undying gratitude of one of the FBI’s finest.”

“She said she’s an accountant.”

“Exactly. One of the best the FBI’s ever had.”

“So you... ran around the country alerting the law that happens to be on our side?”

It’s so much like Crowley and at the same time it isn’t.

But he’s starting to wonder when he actually finds the time to check on things in Hell.

“You all need to sleep” Crowley answers his question without him having to ask it.

“Thanks, Crowley.”

The demon shrugs.

They’ve never really acknowledged that they basically moved in with the King of Hell, apart from Sam asking if he had a room.

And he’s certainly around for movie nights and usually for their meals.

“Cas said you will be trying to make contact with 7?”

Dean raises an eyebrow.

“They hardly warrant the double zero, Squirrel.”

Dean huffs.

“Yeah, well. Mel’s already started working on him, I just want to---“

“Assess the situation?”

“Something like that.”

“He doesn’t stand a chance” Crowley says abruptly. “You can be very... persuasive.”

Almost as an afterthought, he adds, “Must be that obnoxious Righteousness”.

“Yep, that’s me” Dean flashes him a grin.

The silence that follows as he finishes getting the relevant numbers from the phone is comfortable. Familiar.

Who ever thought Crowley would end up a part of team free will one day?

Dean wastes no time calling once he’s got the number. Their new homes is shielded from any kind of sensors just like the bunker, plus Mick’s bound to have a few questions by now, if he’s as clever as the others think he is.

“Good evening.”

Who even answers like that when they don’t recognize the number? Dean rolls his eyes.

“Hi 007. Dean Winchester speaking.”

Mick’s breath hitches. They haven’t really talked before, unless they count Dean being annoyed at the Men’s of Letters simple presence.

“What do you want?”

“Now, that’s no way of talking to someone” he points out.

Alright, maybe he wants to have a little fun, too. After all, thanks to these pricks he was pretty unhappy for a while.

Now, though? Now he has his angel, his brother, his best friends all under one roof.

And the Men of Letters?

They’ve got Mary, of course. If anyone can be said to have her. She marches to her own beat.

Even if that beat is off the freaking rails.

“There is no reason for you to call me” Mick answers, “unless, of course, you have realized that your ways – “

“Thanks, I got the lecture the first time around. No, I’m calling because of Mel – remember your little chat?”

He doesn’t answer immediately.

“Let me remind you. Rather small but fiery girl, headstrong, has an affinity for water – “

“I know what you are talking about” Mick snaps.

“Just trying to help.”

“What could you possibly have to tell me about that? That you set her up for it? I was rather sure that were the case – “

Good God, he can practically feel the accent vibrate through the phone.

“It was her idea. She thought she could try and reason with you jolly good folk”.

Maybe he shouldn’t imitate his accent, but he can’t help it.

“And what did she hope to achieve?”

“Tell me you haven’t been thinking”.

2There it is” he adds when only another silence follows.

“I haven’t – it’s not – she’s a monster – “

“Oh no, she keeps the water cleans and eats fish.”

“Alright, maybe she – “

“She’s got a name, you know.”

Of course he’s manipulating Mick. It’s harder to kill something you can call by its first name.

“Mel might not be dangerous, but others – “

“And what if they try their hardest? We actually met a potential rugaru who’s been keeping himself from taking that final bite.”

“That’s impossible. Our data shows – “

“Ever considered there are some things you can’t learn from a book?”

“We prefer not to have our colleagues die try-“

He breaks off, breathing heavily.

There’s a story there. has to be. Dean files it away for the time being. No reason to ride the guy hard right from the start.

He needed time too, after they met Leonor. He needed time to understand not everything was black and white.

“If you say so” he replies simply. “Just wanted to make sure you haven’t forgotten. Should I stay on the line or have you already figured out this call can’t be traced?”

“It appears to be so.”

Dean chuckles.

“If you ever decide you could use a broader perspective, you’ve got my number now.”

“Why do you think I would?”

“Because I know from Sam that you have IT experts, and yet I didn’t hear a peep. You traced the call yourself.”

He hangs up without another word.

It appears he has woefully underestimated Dean Winchester.

Sam barely spoke of him, and Mary is convinced he’s nothing more than the brawn to the brains.

He should have known. There has to be a reason why Sam would rather hunt with him than use their intel and weapons.

Mick prefers their easy, clean hunts.

Although...

No, he’s not doubting their approach. Of course not. He learned not to at Kendricks’.

But Dean Winchester didn’t kill his best friend. Dean Winchester raised his brother while on the hunt and made friends of monsters who don’t harm humans...

He tries not to think about it.

But it’s difficult with Mary Winchester soon breezing into their base, talking about several ghouls she took out.

Mick remembers that ghouls can live off dead meat, too.

And then he starts to wonder how many of those she killed did just that, instead of killing humans to fulfil their needs.

He is no fool. He knows Mel and Dean Winchester were trying to manipulate him.

But if things might be as he’s starting to suspect they are, he might just not mind all that much.

The Men of Letters manipulate people as well, and Mary Winchester...

That night, when Dr. Hess asks him after his report “Is there anything else, Mr. Davies?” he hesitates but stays silent.

Because a part of him already knows he’ll call Dean Winchester again.

#my writings #destiel #season 12 au #mick davies #dean winchester #castiel #sam winchester #crowley

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