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Imagine pretending to be married to Dean:

"Y/n-"

"There you are, honey." You smile, sliding beside Dean, placing a hand on his chest. It takes him a second to realize what you're doing and what he should be doing. Only a second, though. His arm wraps around your waist, a smirk on his face. He liked the attention. "I was just telling. . . ?"

"Matt."

"Right. I was just telling Matt all about you." Your eyes are pleading, begging at this point. Dean hadn't noticed Matt when you walked in, though he'd been a little busy scoping out the place for himself. He didn't look like a creep, but he must've done something to freak you out so much you were clinging to him. "About our wedding?"

"The happiest day of my life." Dean beams, never skipping a beat. He puts his hand on your ass, something you'll deal with later, and Matt sees. They were like cavemen. One gave up when he realized you were already spoken for. You two talk more about this wedding (small) and the honeymoon (extravagant) and even about the house you were looking at (modest) before Matt got the message and backed off.

"If you don't take your hand off my ass, I'll cut it off myself."

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[romeulusroy]

Imagine your husband John warning the family about your temper:

"Shouldn't have done that."

"Like I'm scared of you." Arthur laughed, stubbing out his cigarette again into your best tablecloth. It burned a second hole in the cloth. The best tablecloth you had, one that wasn't stained from bany food or mud or anything sticky the kids could get their hands on. He knew to he careful around it. The kids knew. You put it out when you were having company over, when you were cleaning the house and you wanted it to look nice, when you were cooking a special dinner for the whole family. You had your own reasons and John didn't question them. If it made you feel good, then that's what he cared about. Once you saw this mess you'd lose it.

"It's not me you should be afraid of." John said, looking above his paper. You had a side to you only few knew about. Teachers at school who picked on your children for having the Shelby name. Tommy when he questioned if John was worth being in the family. When the Blinders almost ruined your wedding day. Any other time you were the sweetest person he knew, lucky enough to call himself your husband. You were kind and thoughtful and the voice of reason he needed. But when you were upset, really upset, you were an unstoppable force. A fury he'd never seen in anyone else. It excited him. He wanted you to lose your cool just to show Arthur you weren't to be messed with, you or your fancy tablecloth.

"Right, like it's your love we're afraid of."

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[romeulusroy]

Imagine pretending to be married to Sam:

"This is Sam, my husband."

You didn't tell Sam this was the plan. In towns like this, as religious as they were, it was easier to be a married couple getting a motel room than two single people. They asked too many questions. Without thinking, he puts his arm around you, emphasizing your relationship. He starts smiling like an idiot, even blushing, though you're more concerned with the man at the desk. He looked you both up and down before finally sliding the key towards you, wishing you both a good night.

"What was that all about?" He's almost giggly. You and Sam, you weren't anything. Your relationship was complicated, a constant will they, won't they. You both liked one another, but it was never the right time. It was never the right situation. Dean made plenty of jokes at Sam's expense about it, but he never wanted to make the first move because Dean, of all people, told him to. Being your anything made his heart skip a beat. Like he was on cloud nine.

"You didn't like it?" You smile. You let yourself inside, throwing your bag down. You liked Sam. Maybe it was more than that. Maybe it was better to keep it just as things were. You'd always been close to Sam. You bonded over similar interests, over hunts, over annoying Dean, but also school and art and books. Sam had always felt a little different than everyone else. From his dad and Dean, from other hunters. You made him feel less alone. Understood in a way he never felt before. You couldn't risk this friendship, this bond, could you?

"I didn't say that."

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[romeulusroy]

Imagine Hughies reaction when Soldier Boy takes an interest in you, his partner:

"That's ridiculous."

"Is it?" Hughies eyes were wide, wild, with emotions you couldn't quite pin down. "Is it really that crazy? You're the only one he listens to. He respects you. He's never called you a bad name or, or rolled his eyes at you. He likes you, y/n." His thoughts were moving faster than his mouth could. He was frantic, furious, and jealous. Soldier Boy could have anything in the world and yet he wanted you. He wanted to impress you, make you laugh, get your attention. Hughie wasn't even sure Soldier Boy was capable of being on his best behavior and yet, around you, he did his best to do so. He knew it sounded crazy to be so upset. You wanted nothing to do with him. You couldn't stand him. But he just couldn't help it, watching that idiot make heart eyes at you all the time.

"Hughie, I'm with you. I love you. If you're right, then it's a harmless crush. It's not going anywhere and it's not hurting anyone or anything besides your ego. We can use it against him, keep him in line." You shrugged, wishing he would just drop the subject. So what if he did? It's not the end of the world to have some leverage over the guy. It's not like you had it in any other regard. If he wasn't cursing you all out and leaving you behind, he was getting high and drinking too much. Or worse, blowing stuff up. If he liked you then maybe you could use it to control him, make him settle down for as long as you needed to take down Homelander. It wasn't a great situation, but you had to look on the bright side.

"There's nothing harmless about him."

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[romeulusroy]

Being Sam's Twin With Your Own Abilities Would Include:

A/N: Based off this imagine :) I really liked the idea and wanted to write more! Contains s1/s2 spoilers! Just writing to write lol I missed it and I'm having fun 💜

Being twins, you and Sammy were always close

Everyone who saw you asked if you were identical. Clearly you weren't, but people asked stupid questions when it came to twins

John had not one to blame, but two, each of you paying in your own way. He could be mean when he wanted, and after it happened, you'd find one another, not really talking about it, just looking for company

"You think all Dads say these things?"

"I don't know, I really don't know."

You and Sam formed your own babble baby language that freaked both John and Sam out. You'd laugh and laugh and it wouldn't make any sense but to the both of you

You don't remember the language, but you two still crack each other up and share these knowing looks that no one else can decipher. You can bicker and yell and laugh and joke just with your eyes

The two of you lived in Dean's hand-me-downs. Sam hated it, but you never minded. Everything was already worn and comfortable. Plus it made you feel special, like you were cool like your big brother

Yelling at you, Dean and John would get your names mixed up and that would just make them angrier

You and Sam would comfort one another when you were scared, hiding under the blankets with a flashlight

Sam learned to read first, he always so smart, so at night he'd read to you what he could so you could sleep. Sometimes he had a real book, other times he'd read the back of a cereal box or (on extremely rare occasion it wasn't glued to his side) he'd read from your fathers journal

"Sammy?"

"Yeah?"

"Can you read to me?"

He never got frustrated or upset, not even when you learned how to read by yourself. There was just something so soothing about his voice

Dean made each of you hold his hands when you were leaving the motel in the middle of the night or crossing the street. He really felt like a dad with too much on his plate, trying to round up the both of you

You both excelled in school

Your father wasn't too worried about that. You made him proud if you could shoot straight and fight off an attacker, whatever the species, not if you got an A+ on a paper or test

You knew this from the beginning, but that didn't mean it didn't hurt. You hated seeing the look on Sam's face when he shoved his good grade into his backpack

Learning different languages together. At first, just Latin, but then a little Spanish, French, Russian, sign language, etc. It was like having your own language again, one neither John nor Dean could figure out

"Stop doing that, you two."

"Doing what?"

"English. We speak English in this house."

Neither you nor Sam wanted to be hunters. You were good at it, sure, but you wanted more for your life. You wanted to go to college and parties and go on real dates and be normal people

Together, you applied to universities, both getting into Stanford

When Sam had that big fight with John, you left too. You would always defend Sam. That night, you got in John's face, and you yelled. Screamed. It was brutal. He'd never admit it, but it broke Dean. It had always been the three of you. Now he was alone

You and Sam clung together those first few weeks of the semester

Being around all those strangers, having the upbringing that you did, it made you feel like a freak. Eventually you learned what to say, how to be, and you found your place

You were the Winchester Twins to anyone who knew you. Neither of you minded that title

You met Jessica when they first started dating and instantly loved her. The flings you dated were nothing, but Jess really meant something to Sam, so she did to you, too. Eventually, when he decided, you were the first person he talked to about getting engaged to her. You were ecstatic. You really wished your mom was here to see just how great Sam turned out

Sam doesn't tell you about his nightmares, but you can always tell when something is off. He looks tired. Jumpy. You wish, later on, that you had brought it up

Dean goes to you before he goes to Sam, knowing if you say yes, he will too

Initially, you aren't scared or worried, but the more your brother talks, the more fear you see in him

"Y/n, you're really falling for this?"

"Sam, il est vraiment inquiet. Et si papa est blessé ou mort ?"

"Tu ne peux pas être sérieux. C'est de papa dont nous parlons."

"English!"

Eventually he agrees

You hadn't noticed it back then, but your abilities were appearing, too

You didn't know they were dead, though. Sometimes, you couldn't tell. The newly dead had a way of seeming alive. The longer it's been, the worse their injuries seemed to get

There were no signs. A group of women, all dressed up with bridesmaids banners around them. One dressed in white with a tiara. It was the middle of the day, in the middle of campus, but they all seemed drunk. Still, you didn't question it. The night before, all five of them were on the news. Drunk driving accident, no survivors

You barely gave it a second thought

Like old times, you and Sam fight over whose going to sit in the front seat

You and Sam get pulled back into the lives you left behind. It's nice seeing Dean again, listening to the music your father used to play, etc.

When Dean drops you two back at school, you go your separate ways. All you want to do it take a shower and wash the past few days away

It's not until you see the fire do you run back outside

You run into Jess, though, on the lawn of the house you're staying at. She's freezing, in nothing but her pajamas. You tell her to wait there, knowing Sam would give her his coat if you asked

When you get to him, though, he looks sick. Petrified. Dean tells you the news. Jess was dead, the same way as your mom. You almost object, but when you look back to where you left her, she isn't there

You don't bring it up, not then, not for a while

You try to be there for Sam, but he reteats into himself. He has nightmares, he's antsy, angry. You're not sure how to help, what to say, so you let him feel what he has to feel

Strange things keep happening, especially when you're close to your mothers killer, but you don't say a word

Missouri is the only person who knows, and she's very secretive about it. She tells you not to be afraid of them, to welcome them and your abilities

You want to ask her what it means, but Dean interrupts the conversation

When you and Sam bring Dean to see the healer, you accidentally talk to some of his victims. You warn them that it's not safe for them to be there. They look so sad when you say this, not realizing it was too late for them

After John dies, you run into him in the hallway. You thank God that Dean's okay, telling him he's fine, he's going to be fine. John just stares at you. He opens his mouth to speak, but Sam calls you instead. When you look back, he's gone. You find out he died just a few minutes ago

You don't talk about John with either of your brothers. Dean is angry, and Sam feels guilty for fighting with him, but you just feel crazy. Insane. You truly feel like you're losing it

The more visions Sam has, the more people you see. The worse they get. You visit a few of the people like you, but it isn't until after you encounter Andy and Webber do things start to get scary

Dean basically interrogates you about seeing the future or mind control or whatever it is that you might be able to do given that Andy and Webber had abilities (and were twins) just like you and Sammy

You insisted nothing was happening, you didn't have anything special about you. You knew neither were fooled, but Sam made Dean let it go, for your sake

Still you catch them looking at you strangely every so often, especially when you suspect you've seen another dead person

On the way back from a hunt, you stop at a motel where everything that could go wrong does go wrong

Enter this imagine :)

It takes a lot of coaxing, but eventually, you let Sam in as long as he doesn't turn on the light. You can't bear to look at the hanging man

It all comes out whether you want it to or not

Seeing Jess the night of the fire, and John, and your mom, and all those other people. It was horrible. You couldn't make sense of them. Some were victims, homicides and suicides, some were from your hunts, but others just seemed to be regular people who died

Sam feels so guilty that you couldn't come to him about this, that you had kept such a huge secret from him

Dean is angry. He can't protect you from what he can't see. How can he put a stop to this when he doesn't even know what it is?

They make you promise that when you see something, you tell them. You tell them only when you can't hide your fear or discomfort

Dean cringes every time, especially when they're next to you in the car or at your bedside when you go to sleep/wake up

"Dean?"

"Yeah?"

"They're back."

"Which one?"

"The man with no eyes."

Sam reads to you when you go to sleep, when they're standing over you

These days it's Wikipedia pages about your latest hunt or things he finds in odd corners of the internet about being able to see the dead. He's constantly looking for more information about you and him

Thankfully the power seems to go away when Sammy's does, but you know long before he's going to get one of his visions or dreams. They always stand outside the windows and wait and watch

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Imagine being the only one to remember Peter and not knowing why:

"Peter!"

You ran to him as fast as you could, falling to your knees beside him, throwing your arms around him. You could feel his racing heartbeat. He was shaking beneath your grip. all he did was sniffle, tears streaming down his face. You were terrified. Everyone, everyone you talked to had no idea who you were talking about. MJ and Ned stared at you in disbelief, questioning if he was some guy you met on a dating app or in passing, touring colleges. Peter Parker, your lifelong best friend? Spiderman? You thought you were going crazy, losing your mind, like he was something you made up. There were no photos, he wasn't even in your contacts. He'd completely disappeared from the school, your life, the world. You searched in all his usual spots, wanting to put missing person signs. Without a picture, without proof, it would do little to help. You knew, you just knew, that no matter what they said, he was out there waiting.

"You remember me?" He asked, his voice quiet, exhausted. You wiped his cheeks with your sleeve, trying not to sob yourself. It was the last place you checked. Stephen did what he should have done in the first place: made everyone forget. He was alone, truly alone. May was gone, his friends were fine without him, thriving even. The spell had worked. The world was right again and he was nothing. Peter contemplated a lot of things, faced with an uncertain future. He could be Spiderman again, the same character that had ruined his life in the first place. You though, you seemed to know who he was, know your entire history. He went to one of your spots, where you could see every glittering building and skyscraper in all of New York. The only way you could have gotten up here was with Spidermans help, and yet you did it on your own, incredibly determined to find him. To know that he was real.

"Of course I do, I remember everything."

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[romeulusroy]

Imagine having a quiet moment with Roman:

"Hiya."

"Hi Rome." You meet those soft brown eyes. Puppy dog. Bright and beautiful, filling you with warmth. He looks so relaxed in this moment, so calm, so present. Not pacing around, not moving, not constructing himself all kinds of contorted poses or sitting positions. He's splayed on the bed, shoes kicked off, his watch ticking away. He can't take his gaze off you. The room is quiet except for your breathing and the murmur of life outside. Through the crowd you can pinpoint specific voices. Shiv's laugh. Kendall's sigh. Even Logan, his distinct fucks disrupting the conversation. Willa, and Connor, and Marcia, and Greg, and Tom. Everyone down there, but you two up here. So far away. You are grateful for the distance, the peace.

"What are you thinkin about?" His fingers walk their way up your arm.

"You." You admit. He is always on your mind, in your worries and fears even if he just standing beside you. Even when you think you can protect him. There's something about him that you want to keep all to yourself. That you want to bottle up, hold to your chest, to keep safe and sound. You're not sure if there's a word for it, this thing, only that if you don't do something, if you let it get hurt, it hurts you. You know if you tried to put any of this into words he'd shy away, ashamed and embarrassed and defensive. He doesn't want to be protected. He thinks he needs the pain, he deserves it, but he doesn't. He never has and he never will. You wish there was some way you could get that through to him. You'd try anything. Everything.

"Oh yeah? Are you thinking of me naked?"

"Fuck off."

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Imagine Roman taking care of you when you're drunk:

"Can you drop me your pin so I know you're okay?"

"A what?" The room is spinning, and you're terribly nauseous. You try not to gag, knowing when it comes back up it won't taste as good as it did going down. How many drinks did you have? You lost count after a cute group bought you a second round of shots. You needed this. You deserved this. All day you'd been dealing with your family, listening to how you were such a disappointment, that you were nothing compared to your siblings and cousins. Roman knew this. He knew this day would be hard, he was just hoping you'd go to him instead. That you'd seek solace in him, not the alcohol. You burp, making you laugh and him sigh.

"A fuckin- a pin. A pin! Where are you?" He paced back and forth, hating the distance between you. You should have gone to him. You should have talked to him. He knew better than anyone else how families could be, how it felt to never be good enough. It's what bonded you so quickly, it's what made you so special. You didn't look at him like a wounded animal in need of pity, you saw him as just another person fucked up by their parents. When Logan hit him you took care of him. When his mother pushed him away. He was hoping, in his own socially-awkward way, he could help you too.

"At a bar, silly." You laugh. You were so hurt, so angry, you told the cab driver to get you to the nearest bar. They delivered. You weren't even sure where you were, only that they served you all night. You made lots of friends, too, which scared the shit out of him. He knew how bad people thought. You weren't in your right mind. They could hurt you. Or worse. It didn't matter how distant he was sometimes or how he had a habit of pushing you away, as far as he was concerned you were his. If anyone put their hands on you he'd lose his mind. He needed you to sober up and take this seriously. He didn't raise his voice often, especially not at you, but he was considering it. "You'd like it here. There are lots of lights and peopl-"

"I don’t give a fuck about the bar y/n, I need to know where you are."

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[romeulusroy]

Imagine being a long-time Waystar employee and having a complicated relationship with Roman:

Requested: anon

"What did you say?"

"Wha- what? That you're a shit employee?" His back is turned to you as he fills his glass. The two of you broke away from the group, the jet filling with background noise. You liked Roman. He could give you a hard time, but you pushed back. You wouldn't let him bully you without taunting him back. You were one of the few Waystar staff that handed it back to him. Greg just took it. You know you were smart and capable and you knew how the Roy family worked. Showing weakness was not an option. Showing hurt was not an option. Still, this time it stung. There were plenty of things you could joke about, but when it came to this, it felt like an overstep.

"I'm good at my job, Roman." Your voice is quiet now, your eyes cast down at your drink. You didn't feel like joking anymore. He turns to you, struck silent. You put everything you had into your job. You spent your days being Logan's #1, in his inner crowd. It was a miracle, you were so young and yet climbed the ladder so fast. You were always thinking about work. You sacrificed a lot for it. Personal relationships, familial, all of them deciding he wasn't a good man to work for. Roman made fun of everything, and you let him, because you liked him a lot, but this was too far. You didn't want to be called sensitive or a baby. You tried to recover quickly, but he caught on.

"I didn't mean- y/n you know you're the best. No one can deal with dad like you." He's crouched down now, at your eye level. He felt awful, truly awful. He never meant to hurt you. He liked you, he like-liked you. You made his days better, brighter, even as you laughed at him. Even when you made fun of him back. It drove him wild in the best way possible. "I didn't mean it, it was a joke." What was he saying? He was making it worse. You assure him you're alright, that you knew he was joking, but you still stiffen at his touch. You make an excuse, needing to talk to Frank and Karl, leaving him behind that the bar. Fuck, he thinks. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

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[romeulusroy]

Imagine finally seeing your brothers Sam and Dean after you went "missing": Pt. 1

"You're -You're back."

The two stood in the doorway of the motel room, neither moving closer, afraid if they did, you would disappear. Again. You were busy untying your laces. You dropped your bag on the bed and helped yourself to what little groceries they had. Peanutbutter. Beer. You looked different. Not just older, but worn. Scars ran down the skin they could see. Sam dreaded what you were hiding. Your hands, your face and neck, harsh lines had been dug into you and healed the best they could. All of it was from the beginning, before you learned. Before you could handle it yourself. You knew it would be startling for them to see, but you grew to like them. They made you look serious. Deadly. It took away from the baby face you still had. Hardened it.

"Mhm." You mumble, a spoon of peanutbutter in your mouth. When was the last time you'd eaten?

"Y/n, it's been years. We thought. . . " But Sammy can't finish his sentence. John thought that, too. Everyone did. Something must've gotten you in the middle of the night because when they woke up, you were gone. You left everything behind, everything that they knew of. You couldn't fight with John or Dean about the subject. You'd already made up your mind: you had to be on your own a little while. It was the only time Dean reached out to Sam after he left to see if he heard from you. For a while, your father denied it. Denied you left. Denied something could have happened. Denied Dean's fears. He never stopped looking for you. When it was Sam and Dean, he never stopped checking morgue and hospital records. He thought, when Dad went missing, whatever got you must've gotten him, too. Secretly, he feared whatever killed your mom was coming back to kill the rest of the family, one by one until it was just him.

"Why now?" Dean was angry. You didn't have to look up to know. You always knew he was going to be angry if you came back. You kick off your boots, sticking the spoon back in the jar. "Hey," He uses his stern voice, the kind he used when you were kids. He moves in front of Sam, getting in your face. "I asked you a question." Sammy tries to intervene, but neither of you seem to notice. Just how you expected. You look him up and down. So little has changed about him. You take a step closer, no longer afraid of him. No longer afraid of John. There's a startle in his eyes. It's the first time you've challenged him in a long time.

"If you want me to stick around, you better lose the attitude."

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Imagine Dean having to face your ghost:

It wasn't just that you were dead, but how you died. Scared and alone and angry. He felt something drop in his chest when he heard what the kids were saying. Always the same figure, always the same words. Cries. Screams. The town, the street, the house you died in. All signs and sightings pointed to it. You. Sam offered to do the job alone. You weren't dangerous, you weren't violent, you were just upset. Sobbing. Crying out for help. He said they could leave you as you were. You weren't a threat to anyone or anything, a little ghost like you never caused any harm. But the neighborhood kids were scared and that was enough to make him collect himself. You loved kids, always said you and him would have a house full of them. You wouldn't want this to be your legacy. He'd have to face you eventually. Still, he wasn't expecting you to look so alive, so hurt. There wasn't a mess of blood like there had been the last time he saw you, but there were signs. There were signs. You cried as you had in his arms. Afraid. Petrified. He tried to talk you down, just as he had before, but you were inconsolable. Dean looked to his brother for help, but Sammy was as startled as he was. He apologized over and over again, for everything, wishing it was enough to settle your soul. He was begging you, please listen, please it's okay, you're okay. But you died anyways and now he'd have to kill you for good.

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[romeulusroy]

Imagine no one believing you and Peter are just friends:

"May it's not what it looks like!"

Before he could further explain, Peter's bedroom door slammed shut. You shared a knowing look, and the both of you used to it by now. You threw his suit at him, trying not to smile. You pulled off your pants, leaving them in a pile with the rest of your clothes. Whatever she thought was going on definitely wasn't. You and Peter have known one another since you were kids. He was practically your brother. It grossed you out to think there were people at your high school thinking he was hot now that they knew he was Spiderman, or worse, cool. You'd seen him get changed a thousand times. Being relatively naked around each other meant nothing. It was better than undressing in an alley, trying to pull up a skin-tight suit over your thighs. You'd never felt anything for him besides friendship, and even then, sometimes that was pushing it. He was barely tolerable around Ned, the two of them driving you crazy. No one in your life believed you, though, complicating things further, like right now.

"How long of a talk do you think she'll give you?" You laughed, pulling your mask over your head. He rolled his eyes, knowing how it would go considering she'd told him the same speech every time she thought she caught you two "hiding your relationship". He could say it back to her verbatim now. She'd start by asking if he had anything to tell her. If he said nothing, she'd remind him that this was a household with no secrets and that whoever he decided to bring home, May would love. She'd ask if you were seeing anyone, which was always no because when would you have time for a relationship when you were busy saving the world? She'd find that interesting, and tell him so. By the end he'd be wanting to claw his own eyes out. It seemed like someone was always telling one of you that your relationship was fine by them, when in reality neither of you could think about it without going green. Peter loved you, and you love him, but only as friends.

"It'll last forever."

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[romeulusroy]

Being Sam's Twin With Your Own Abilities Would Include: Part 2 (Part 1)

A/N: I just love this character 💕

Arguing with Sam in all your various languages

“Du bist so ein Arschloch!”

“Du bist derjenige, der sich wie ein Kind benimmt.”

“If you two are going to fight, do it in a language I can understand. I wanna know who I’m rooting for.”

The both of you are still getting used to your newfound abilities

As he promised, Sam wakes you when he has a nightmare so you can figure it out together

He hates it, to wake you, but he knows he'll get hell from you if he doesn't

You know Sam's afraid he's going to end up like the others

Constantly talking about that without Dean

He just gets mad and shuts it down. You understand he doesn't want to think about it, but it's becoming a more real possibility with every new encounter

"If we have to kill you, you can just be ghost and follow me around like mom and dad."

"That's not funny."

Though the ghosts still startle you, you’ve almost grown used to them

Unless they present as rotting or fatally wounded, you can’t tell the difference between the living and the dead

It gets you into a bit of trouble, though

"Y/n who are you talking to?"

"Oh. . . you don't see them?"

"Nope."

Some restless ones tug at you, pulling at you, until you have no choice but to follow. Others cry and scream, wailing for you to help them

Sometimes, that’s where you find their remains like a shallow grave or proper tombstone. They're not all victims, though they seem drawn to you. Some just died from illness or old age

Sometimes, they can even be helpful on hunts, pointing you in the right direction

Others, though, are angry. Hurt or scared or just plain restless, they’re out to seek revenge. Those ones, those ones are the ones that scare you

And it’s not just how they look. Innocent children are often the most dangerous, whereas the most decayed ghosts, the ones who died in the most gruesome way, simply want company

You can't tell the difference, though, and it would kill you to ignore someone asking for help just because you aren't sure if they're dead or alive

Both your brothers worry about that

Dean tells you to check with them, but you can't always ask him or Sam. It makes you feel stupid, childish even

You end up talking to the ghosts more than you do humans. You like learning about them. The ones that can or are willing to talk always have something important or interesting to say

A few have even warned you about the not so kind ghosts that are following you but haven’t shown themselves yet

You decide not to tell your brothers about those kinds until they really become a problem

Being careful not to let any other hunters know

“Who are they talking to?”

“Y/n? Oh y'know, the voices in their head.”

"Shut up, Dean."

It’s not long before Gordon overhears what you and Sam are capable of at Ellen's bar

Sam even has a dream about it

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He doesn’t tell you until it’s too late, though

It takes place in s2 e10

Sam insisted you stay with Dean, but you remain stubborn that you’re going to Indiana with him. Afraid to leave you, he agrees, under one condition: you don’t follow any ghost anywhere

Dean eventually finds you from the help of Ellen and ends up in Gordon’s trap

Ava warns Sammy about the trip wires, though, and Sammy is able to save Dean and stop Gordon

He made you wait outside, reminding you about the promise you made. He didn't see the "ghost" though, or rather he did, but she was blurry, running away from him rather than facing him. You saw her, though. A woman. She was begging you to help her, save her, that people were after her

You know you shouldn't, but you go with her anyways. It's too real. Her fear, her exhaustion. You're sure she's real, you're sure you're in the right believing her

By the time your brothers are outside and watching Gordon get arrested, Sam realizes you're gone

He curses you and himself, taking off before he has to explain to Dean. He follows behind him, struck by a sinking feeling

Just like in the dream, she is far ahead. You beg her to slow down, to stop, but she doesn't. You trip over a root and land hard on your hands and knees in a clearing

That's when they come out, a bunch of Gordon's buddies

"You, you needed my help." But you watch, horrified and saddened at the same time, that the woman morphs into someone you've never seen. They smile at you, the left half of their face torn away, pieces of their skin hanging off their jaw. Your heart sinks

One of the bad ones, like you'd been warned about. . .

You call out for your brothers, backing away slowly, your palms and knees bloody

You have a gun in your waistband, but you don't know how many bullets. You don't even want to kill them. They knew your dad, your family. If you shot them, there would be hoards of hunters coming back to string you up by your neck

Behind them appear your friends, the ghosts you got to know. The man with no eyes. The elderly couple. The little girl in the pink tutu. Others, too. People you didn't recognize. A man torn in half. A woman holding her own head. A woman in white. You realize, later, the woman holding her head, she had fangs. Those spirits, they must've been the creatures the hunters have killed. They were still connected to them, hurting and angry about their deaths

Even the ghost with half a face looks startled, the only one in the group able to realize they were surrounded

The elderly man, in his shaky voice, tells you to run

So, you do, as fast as you can

Behind you there are gunshots and screaming, but you don't look back

You end up running into Sam, knocking each other down, who immediately starts yelling at you. He thought you were dead. He thought the hunters got you. You can barely catch your breath, shaking hard

Finally, Dean asks you what happened, but you can't find the words

He leaves to check it out, but all he finds is scattered weapons and splatters of blood

They saved you. You try to explain it to your brothers, but they're more worked up about the ghost that tricked you rather than the ones that saved you

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Sammy-"

"Y/n."

"I don't know, I didn't want you freaking out like you are now!"

They put you on what they like to call "ghost arrest". No talking to or about them. Not until they figure out why that one changed form, why it was working with hunters, and why it wanted you dead

It just seems like more work. Besides, you have reputable sources you can ask, you remind them. They refuse

That takes a long time, though. They keep hitting walls and getting frustrated and none of you have that kind of time

So, you do what you want, like you always have, and sneak away. . .

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[romeulusroy]

Imagine being an Avenger and dating Druig:

"When do I get to meet Thor?"

"When he comes back from space." You shrugged. You weren't sure when you'd see any of them again. Your team fell apart, everyone going in their own separate directions. With Nat and Tony gone, they were more of a reminder of what you lost. Still, you'd always be an avenger. They'd always be your family no matter what. Druig was dying to meet them. He'd already met Clint and Scott, Bucky and Sam, who he thought were all very nice but lacking in the powers department. He wanted to meet one of the bigger names, like Thor or Bruce. You can't pick and choose meeting famy, you reminded him, or you wouldn't have spoken to Ikaris, let alone been nice to him. "Stephen is around somewhere, you'd like him."

"What about Spiderman?" Druig liked Spiderman. He liked that you were an avenger. Saving the day, being a team with people you didn't always see eye to eye with, it was a complicated thing he didn't always feel like explaining. He didn't have to explain it to you because you knew exactly what it was like. Not only that, but losing people as well. He'd lived past the lifetimes of roo many people. It's a grief that you carry around wirh you for the rest of your life. You carried it too, bringing him to the graves of friends so he could officially "meet" them. You kept them alive through sharing memories and stories until it was like he'd really met them.

"Which one?"

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[romeulusroy]

Imagine standing up for your husband Kendall:

"Kendall is mentally ill. He's insane."

"He's my husband." The words are out of your mouth before you can stop them. Fuck. Why the fuck would you say anything? You think, another part of you answering: because you need to stand up for him. You love him, with all his faults. No one, not even his father, can speak about him like that. The four of them look at you, stunned silent. Connor bites his nails, a nervous habit he never truly grew out of it. Roman stands frozen, eyes wide, readying himself for what's about to come. Only Shivs gaze can meet your own, warning you to stay quiet. Logan turns to you, his expression curious, deadly.

"What did you say?" He asks, and then again, emphasizing say. Logan didn't have to get up to have such a daunting presence. He'd scared the shit out of you for years now. His children cowered in his shadow. They were petrified of him, including Kendall. You had no respect for him. He was a cruel man who belittled and beat his children in the name of parenthood. Your husband was struggling. He was off again, on a high, manic, and all he had to say was that he was crazy. He needed help. He needed someone to talk him down. Instead, he was ignoring you, ignoring your advice, setting his life in flames. He didn't need criticism he needed his family. You looked him in the eye as you spoke, your words thick and heavy like stones.

"I said he's my husband and you will not talk about him like that."

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[romeulusroy]

Imagine Dean realizing you're dead when the Jinn shows him a life where your mother lived:

"I can't call them, their number. It's gone."

"This isn't funny." A flash of something familiar takes over Sam's expression. He looked like himself again, like Sammy. It was grief. Grief and anger and hurt. Dean felt a knot in his stomach. You were at school, too. Somewhere far from him and mom and everyone. You were studying and partying and trying not to get into too much trouble. Right? You were free from the life he lived. You were free from monsters and creatures and all the horrible things you saw and did. Right? "You must be drunk."

"Sammy, please." He grabs Sam's wrist, stopping him from leaving. He needed to hear it. Sam needed to say it. He wouldn't believe it if it came from mom or Jess or anyone. It had to be him. You weren't a carefree college kid like you were supposed to be. You weren't worried about finals or hookups or papers or beer pong. Those pictures on the shelf, you stopped being in them when you were all teenagers. There was no high school graduation. There wasn't anything. He hadn't thought about it until now, the realization taking the air from his lungs.

"They're dead, Dean. You, of all people, should remember."

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