#every time I look at the word count I wanna go find the Loch Ness monster and ask her to do me a solid and swallow me whole

[yeetlegay]

I am on the verge of tears waiting for your fake love and hennessy update. PLEASE 🙏🏼

😭 THIS CHAPTER IS A BEAST IDK WHAT’S HAPPENING ITS GONNA BE LIKE 20K OR SOMETHING AT THIS POINT

#if I say 20k it will be less than that right? RIGHT?!?!?!?!?!? #pls say right 😩 #every time I look at the word count I wanna go find the Loch Ness monster and ask her to do me a solid and swallow me whole #yeetle asks #pretty woman au

[maddiewritesstucky]

Playing with babies? 🥺 (I’m not even a kid person... and yet...)

...Nonnie, you have no way of knowing this, but you have hit me where it counts.

FRESH. HELL. 😩

Alright, let’s do this. Gird your ovaries and your brovaries and whatever else you need to, you just asked an ECE teacher to pop off about her softest Steve being good with babies 😭

Silver Steve is about to get paternal as fuck 💕

Bucky has spent enough time around Steve to know that Steve likes children. Not in a ‘yeah they’re okay, I can tolerate them’ kind of way - but a real, active enjoyment of them 

He sees it in the way Steve’s smile goes all gooey for babies passing by them in strollers or in close proximity to them when they’re out in cafes; when Steve makes silly faces at them in line at grocery stores to hear them laugh, and when he makes conversation with the braver little ones who wander over their way and play nearby when they’re spending time in the park 

Steve is good with children, and so clearly loves being around them  

But that does not prepare Bucky for the devastating reality of witnessing Steve actually playing with a child, when he lets himself into Steve’s house on a regular Thursday afternoon with the spare key Steve gave him...and finds Steve mid tea-party with the neighbours 18month old daughter

“What’s going on in here?” Bucky’s entire insides turn to mush as he takes in the scene before him - Steve cross-legged on the floor, holding the world’s smallest tea cup, whilst Leah babbles away, swinging her teapot around in the vague direction of Steve’s cup

Steve looks up at the sound of his voice and there’s a big, soft smile on his face - although Bucky knows it was already firmly in place before he walked in - and then Steve turns his attention back to Leah for a moment to cue her with a happy gasp of “Oh, Bucky’s here! Yay!” before he starts talking to Bucky

“Sweetheart, did you get my text? This was really last minute, Shelby had to go pick up Alistair ‘cause his car broke down on the way home from work, and she asked if I could just watch Leah for a while, they shouldn’t be too long—”

Steve is rattling off his explanation, but all Bucky can focus on is the way Leah has plonked herself in Steve’s lap and grabbed one of his hands to investigate how much bigger it is than her own

Steve’s letting her trace the lines of his palm with her tiny fingers and his other hand is absently sweeping through her almost-curls, and it all just strikes a very new, very Significant chord within Bucky 

“I don’t mind at all,” Bucky goes to join them on the floor, pecking a soft kiss to Steve’s temple and saying hi to Leah, who is far too interested in the span of Steve’s fingers to care about his presence much

Bucky already knew that Steve has a good relationship with this young family next door, knows that Steve has babysit for them on occasion when they’ve been in a bind. Bucky’s even met them a few times himself when Steve’s been talking to them over the fence, and the time Alistair came to borrow Steve’s weed eater, and once when Bucky made way too many cookies and Steve suggested they take some next door

So he’s seen Steve interact with Leah before, in fleeting situations. But this is the first time he’s really watched how Steve is with this tiny person, and it’s...magic

Steve is effortless, making conversation with Leah that has her genuinely lighting up, even though Bucky only understands maybe every fourth word she says. Steve is so animated, laughing at smiling right back at her when she cues him to, entirely and joyously being part of this minimally comprehensible exchange

Steve is endlessly patient, following Leah out to the back yard and crouching in the grass next to her; talking about the trail of ants she’s spotted, gently reminding her that her hands are too strong to touch them, so it’s kinder to just look

Steve is comforting, when Leah starts to get noticeably anxious over how long it’s taking for her parents to come back. Steve quietly offers his open arms, palms up, waiting for her to accept the invitation before he scoops her up and holds her close against his chest, rubbing her back soothingly and telling her she’s safe and it’s okay to miss Mom and Dad, because they’ll be back soon 

Bucky’s heart is cracked open wider than he ever thought possible

Of course he’s pictured a future with Steve, they’re at that point now where there’s a sense of ‘we’re in this, this is going somewhere good.’ But watching Steve with Leah, watching his radiant kindness and inherent gentleness and love just pour out of him for this child who isn’t even his...Bucky suddenly knows in a very deep and real way, that he wants this future with Steve 

It’s a quiet, peaceful sort of realization. He knows this is something he doesn’t have to rush, knows that Steve is every bit as invested as he is, and he’s safe to let things unfold in their right time 

...But he also knows, with that same quiet sense of ‘right’ that there’s a step he’s ready for right now, and he’s pretty sure Steve is there too 

He waits until that night, long after Leah has been picked up by her very grateful parents; after he and Steve have had dinner, when they’re laying together on the couch, his head on Steve’s chest while they half-watch a documentary about the Loch Ness monster

Bucky tips his head up, shuffling himself until he can properly see Steve’s face.

“Hey Steve?” he says softly. Steve hums a ‘mm?’ drawing his fingertips sleepily up and down Bucky’s spine, and Bucky waits for Steve to look at him before he speaks again.

“...Do you wanna live together?”

Steve looks at him for a moment, and then he’s reaching for the remote to switch off the TV and turning his whole, very-suddenly-awake attention on Bucky

“Are you...is this you asking, or is this hypothetical?”

Bucky knows him well enough now to know the almost-smile sparking at the corners of Steve’s lips and his eyes is him trying to rein himself in, to not get over-excited before he has all the information

It just makes Bucky’s own happiness bubble up even brighter

“I’m asking, Steve,” he smiles, shifting so he’s on top of Steve, “...do you want to live with me?”

Steve’s face breaks out into an expression of pure joy, and he cups Bucky’s face in his hands to pull him down into a kiss

“Oh my god, sweetheart...yes, I do want that, I want that so much,” he kisses his joy all over Bucky’s cheeks, his nose, his forehead, “have you thought about where? Do you want to move in here, or did you want to find a place somewhere together...?”

“I want to live here, this is...” home, is what Bucky wants to say, because it’s true - he’s got a drawer in the bathroom and a bedside table in the bedroom. Steve keeps his favourite kind of coffee in the cupboard all his favourite snacks, and Bucky’s favourite scented soap in the bathroom. There’s a set of Bucky’s clothes here and some of his books and he always forgets his laptop charger here

But more than that, this is the place where Bucky feels most at ease. He walks in the door and he feels his whole body physically relax, like it knows it’s somewhere safe

This is the couch where Steve holds him in the evenings, and over at the dining table is where they exchanged their very first (rather comical) I love you’s

The kitchen is where Steve taught Bucky how to make the perfect French toast, and the bedroom is where Bucky learns time and time again just how much his body is capable of feeling, and right here in this living room, not four hours ago, is where Bucky came to know deep down in his soul that his ‘forever’ looks just like Steve Rogers

This is home, so that’s exactly what Bucky says

Steve wraps him up tight in his arms and smiles so big into the kisses he plants on Bucky’s face, and he points out that Bucky’s already got a key... Steve has just been quietly holding out for him to want to use it every day 💕

#silver steve #stucky au #steve/bucky #someone send help #i have done this to my damn self #😭😭😭

[mersuperwholocked-lowlife]

Dead in the Water

Word Count: 5,884

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Sister!Reader, other Season one episode 3 characters

Pairings: Sam Winchester x Sister!Reader; Dean Winchester x Sister!Reader

Warnings: angst, barely any fluff, canon level violence, mentions of death of a child

A/N:i t’s finally here, enjoy!

A/N 2: I was thinking about all the plans I have for like upcoming in this..... and oof, I’m so excited

Masterlist

“When did you get that?” Sam asked, looking over to your tattoo. 

“Uhm, about a month ago. Me and Dean got drunk and then I woke up with this,” you replied, looking to your arm.

The three of you were currently at some diner, looking for a case. 

“Wow, well it’s, uh….. something….” Sam stuttered.

You looked at the tattoo on your arm. There was really no telling what it was. It looked like it was supposed to be a lotus flower, but then it had an arrow going through it and some other random marks.

“You don’t have to lie. I’m pretty sure Dean did it,” you shrugged.

Well, thank god he’s not a tattoo artist,” Sam laughed.

“Yeah, oh look at that! The waitress is totally hitting on Dean! Do you wanna crash it or should I?” you laughed, as the two of you looked at Dean.

Sam made his way to the table.

“Is there anything I can get you?” the lady asked Dean.

“Just the check, please,” Sam spoke for Dean, sitting next to him.

You smiled, walking to the two of them.

“You know, we are allowed to have fun every once in a while,” Dean groaned.

“Last time you had fun like that, I was locked out of the hotel room, with my wallet and phone inside, and I had to sleep next to the Impala. Not in it, next to it,” you replied.

“Heh, well that was a good night,” Dean smirked.

“Eww.” Sam scrunched his face.

“Okay, well, here, look at this. I think I got one,” Dean showed the two of you a newspaper. He circled a photo of an 18-year-old girl, who seemed to have drowned.

“Sophie Carlton, 18, last week. Walked into a lake and didn’t walk out,” Dean started.

So far, it sounded like she drowned.

“Authorities dragged the water, nothing. Sophie Carlton is the third drowning in Lake Manitoc this year. None of their bodies were found either. They had a funeral two days later.” he finished.

“A funeral?” you and Sam asked.

“Yeah, it’s weird. They buried an empty coffin for closure or whatever,” Dean replied.

“Closure? What closure?”, you asked.

“Yeah, people don’t just disappear, others stop looking for them,” Sam said to Dean.

Well, here we go again, you thought.

“Something you wanna say to me, Sammy?”, Dean asked, giving Sam a look.

“The trail for Dad, it’s getting colder every day,” Sam said.

“Well, what are we supposed to do?”, Dean asked.

“I don’t know. Something, anything,” Sam replied.

“You know what? I’m sick of this attitude. You don’t think I want to find Dad as much as you do?” Dean asked, annoyed.

“I’m the one who’s been with him every single day for the past two years, while you’ve been off to college going to pep rallies.”, Dean started, raising his voice a little.

“So? (Y/N) was there too, you don’t see her acting like a bitch,” Sam scoffed.

“You know what?” Dean started.

“Okay, stop. Both of you. First, I wasn’t there for the whole time. I took a year away from them.” you started, your face fell with the memory. You had secrets that Sam and Dean didn’t know. That only your dad knew.

“Wait, what?” Sam asked.

“Yeah, now listen, Sammy, we all wanna find Dad, okay? But, it’s gonna take some time. So, until then, we’re gonna kill every son of a bitch that we find, because it’s our job,” you said, in a calm way.

It’s weird to think that you’re the mature one.

Sam rolled his eyes before exhaling sharply.

“Okay, fine. Lake Manitoc, how far?” 

----

Hey Dad, it’s (Y/N) again. Another day of me texting you, and still no reply. We’re worried. Please get back to me. 

I’m almost 100 percent sure that Sam and Dean are gonna murder each other. Sam’s going crazy looking for you. We’re just trying to work any hunt we can meanwhile.

We miss you, just please let us know if you’re okay.

“Hello? Earth to (Y/N)?” you heard Dean say. 

You looked up to him, putting your phone away.

“Yeah, what?” you asked.

“We’re here,” the three of you got out of the car, looking at Sophie’s house. She lived a normal, quiet life, with her Dad and brother.

Dean knocked at the door. Another boy answered the door, which you assumed to be Sophie’s brother.

“Will Carlton?” you asked as he opened the door.

“Yeah, that’s right,” he replied, looking cautiously at the three of you.

“I’m Agent Ford, this is Agent Hamill and Prescott. We’re with the U.S. wildlife service,” Dean showed his fake I.D.

Will relaxed, letting the three of you in, taking you to the lake.

You looked in the distance, seeing their dad sitting on a bench near the lake.

“She was about 100 yards out. That’s where she got dragged down,” he said softly.

“What makes you sure she didn’t drown?” you asked Will.

“She was a varsity swimmer. She practically grew up in the lake. She’s as safe out there as in her own bathtub.” he explained.

“So, no splashing? No sign of distress?” Sam asked.

“No, that’s what I’m telling you.” he shook his head.

“Did you see any shadows in the water? Maybe some dark shape breach the surface?” Dean asked.

“No, again, she was really far out there,” he replied.

“You ever see any strange tracks on the shoreline?” you asked.

“No, never. Why? Do you think there’s something out there?” Will asked.

“We’ll let you know as soon as we know,” you gave him a small smile, as you and Dean started walking off.

“What about your father?” Sam asked. You and Dean stopped, turning to Sam. 

“Can we talk to him?” Sam asked.

“Look, if you don’t mind, I mean, he didn’t see anything, and he’s kinda been through a lot,” Will explained.

“We understand,” Sam nodded, as the three of you walked to the Impala.

“You think he’s hiding something?” Sam asked.

“Or maybe he’s just in shock. He just lost his daughter,” you replied softly.

“Well, Will said he’s been through a lot lately. Maybe there’s more,” Dean said.

“Losing a child is a lot, Dean,” you replied rolling your eyes as you sat in the car.

“Sheesh, who put the stick up your ass?” Dean sassed.

“Shut up, Dean,” you clenched your jaw.

“Whatever, let’s go,” you laid back in the seat, crossing your arms as Dean drove off.

-------

“Now, I’m sorry, why does the wildlife service care about an accidental driving?” the sheriff asked, leading the three of you to his office.

“You sure it’s accidental? Will Carlton saw something grab his sister,” Sam asked.

“Like what? Here, sit down please,” he said, pointing to three chairs across from him.

“There are no indigenous carnivores in that lake,” he said.

“There’s nothing even big enough to pull a person unless it was the loch ness monster,” the sheriff added.

“Yeah, right,” Dean started.

“Will Carlton was traumatized, and sometimes the mind plays tricks. Still, we dragged that entire lake. We even ran a sonar sweep to be sure, and there was nothing down there,” he said.

“That’s weird, though. That’s the third missing body this year,” you said.

“I know. These are people from my town. People I care about,” the sheriff sighed.

“I understand,” Dean said.

“Anyways, all this. It won’t be a problem much longer,” the sheriff crossed his arms.

“What do you mean?” Sam asked.

“Well, the dam, of course,” the sheriff said.

You looked to Sam and Dean.

“The dam, right, it… it sprung a leak,” Dean said.

“It’s falling apart, and the feds won’t give us the grand to repair it, so they’ve opened the spillway. In 6 months, there won’t be much of a lake. There won’t be much of a town either, but as federal wildlife, you already knew that” the sheriff leaned in, looking at the two of you.

“Exactly,” you replied.

“Sorry, am I interrupting? I can come back later,” you heard a voice from behind you.

The three of you stood up, smiling to the woman.

“Agents, this is my daughter,” the sheriff said.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Dean,” Dean smiled, shaking her hand.

You rolled your eyes, hasn’t even known her for a full minute and he’s already flirting.

“Andrea Bar. Hi,” she smiled.

“They’re from the wildlife service, about the lake,” he explained.

You saw a small kid from behind her.

“Oh, hey there, kid. What’s your name?” you gave him a small smile.

He looked at the three of you before walking away. You looked a little shocked as Andrea ran after him.

“His name is Lucas.” the sheriff said.

You continued to watch as you saw Andrea sit next to him, and give him crayons. He was drawing.

Your eyes watered a bit.

“My grandson’s been through a lot lately,” you heard the sheriff say to Sam.

You zoned out as they continued talking.

“(Y/N)? You okay?” Sam asked softly.

You inhaled deeply, wiping your face.

“What? Yeah, let’s go,” you replied.

“Okay then,” Sam muttered, walking behind you.

Dean stopped, asking Andrea for directions to a hotel, before asking her to walk you three there.

“What was that? In the sheriff’s office?” Sam asked you, as the two of you walked behind Dean and Andrea.

“What are you talking about?” you lied.

“You were about to cry,” he said.

“Cramps, Sammy,” you lied.

“Uhm, eww. Nevermind,” he replied.

“Kids are the best,” you overheard Dean say to Andrea.

Yeah, they are you thought to yourself.

“And here’s the hotel. Two blocks, as I said.” she turned to face the three of you.

“Thanks,” Dean smiled.

She sighed.

“Must be hard with your sense of direction, never being able to find your way to a decent pickup line,” she sassed Dean as she walked away.

You turned to Sam as the two of you tried to hold in your laughs.

“ ‘Kids are the best’? You don’t even like kids,” Sam said.

“I love kids,” Dean turned to Sam.

“Name three children you even know,” Sam said.

He would’ve known my kid, you thought. Shut up, (Y/N), focus on the hunt you told yourself.

He hesitated. “Well, you and (Y/N/N) are children,” he said.

You let out a small laugh before walking into the hotel.

“She’s acting weird, right?” Sam asked Dean.

“Yeah, thought it was just me,” Dean replied.

“Where was she when she was away from you for that year?” Sam asked.

“I don’t know. Only Dad does,” Dean shrugged.

“You don’t think she…. was pregnant?” Sam asked.

“What? No. (Y/N) would’ve told me,” Dean said. The two of them sighed before walking into the hotel.

--------

“So, there’s the three drowning victims this year,” Sam started.

“And before that?” Dean asked.

You sat next to Sam as he read old news articles from his laptop.

“Yeah, six more, spread out over the past 35 years. Those bodies were never recovered either. If there’s something out there, it’s picking up its pace,” Sam said, showing you the articles. 

“So, we got a lake monster on a binge? This whole lake monster theory, it bugs me,” Sam sighed.

“Why?” you asked. Dean stood behind Sam.

“Loch Ness, Lake Champlain - there are literally hundreds of eyewitness accounts. But here, almost nothing. Whatever’s out there, no one’s living to talk about it.” Sam explained. He opened up a list of victims. 

You saw Dean’s eyes widen.

“Wait, Bar, Christopher Bar. Where have I heard that name before?”, Dean said, pointing to the screen.

“Andrea. Her last name’s Bar.” you pointed out.

Sam clicked the article. It was a picture of Lucas, with his hair and clothes wet, wrapped in a towel.

“He’s Andrea’s husband, and Lucas’ father,” Sam read the article.

“Apparently, he took Lucas out swimming. Lucas was on a floating wooden platform when Chris drowned… two hours before the kid got rescued,” Sam said.

“Looks like we have an eyewitness after all,” Sam said.

“No wonder that kid was so freaked out. Watching one of your parents die isn’t something you just get over,” Dean said.

“Well, let’s go to the park,” you said. 

----

“Can we join you?” Sam asked, spotting Andrea sitting on a bench.

“I’m here with my son,” she smiled.

“Oh, can I say hi?” you said, walking to him.

Sam and Dean sat next to Andrea, talking to her.

“Hey, how’s it going?” you asked, bending to his height.

He continued sitting there, drawing.

“You know, my brothers used to play with these,” you noticed the toy soldiers next to him.

He continued to ignore you.

You sighed, sitting next to him. 

“You know, I think that you can hear me, you just don’t wanna talk,” you started.

“I don’t know what happened to your dad, but I know it was something really bad. And I know how you feel,” you said.

“When I was younger, I saw something,” you remembered, thinking back to Mary.

“Well, maybe you don’t think anyone will listen to you, or believe you. I want you to know that I will. You don’t have to say anything, you can even draw a picture of what you saw, with your Dad,” you said.

“Okay, no problem. Take care, Lucas,” you gave him a pat on his head before walking to Sam, Dean, and Andrea.

“He hasn’t said a word to me, not since the accident,” Andrea sighed.

“Yeah, we heard. Sorry,” Dean said.

“What are the doctors saying?” Sam asked.

“That it’s some kind of post-traumatic stress,” she said.

“That can’t be easy for any of you,” Sam said.

“We moved in with my dad. He helps out a lot,” Andrea nodded.

 She looked at Dean.

“It’s just… when I think about what Lucas went through, what he saw….” Andrea said softly.

“Yeah, kids are strong. You’d be surprised with what they can deal with,” you gave a soft smile. Now, Mary was the only one on your mind.

“Yeah, it’s just…. oh hey, sweetie,” Andrea said, as Lucas walked from behind you.

He handed you a drawing of a cabin.

“Thanks,” you gave him a smile.

He continued looking down, walking away.

“That was….. Lucas doesn’t ever give things to people. He doesn’t communicate with them,” Andrea said, surprised.

“Yeah, well, (Y/N) has a way with kids,” Dean smiled.

You felt your heart drop but ignored it.

“Yeah, uhm, it was good seeing you, but we have to be on our way now,” you smile at Andrea, walking off as you let a tear fall, but quickly wiped away the rest.

----

“So, I think it’s safe to say we can rule out Nessie,” Sam said, walking into the hotel room.

“What do you mean?” you asked, sitting across from him and Dean. 

“I just drove past the Carlton House. There was an ambulance there. Will Carlton is dead,” Sam said.

“Drowned?” Dean asked.

“Yeah, in the sink,” Sam replied.

“What the hell?” you said, sighing.

“So, this isn’t a creature. We’re dealing with something else.” Dean said.

“Yeah, but what?” Sam asked.

“I don’t know. A water wraith? Maybe some kind of demon?” Dean suggested.

“Well, I wouldn’t cross out spirit either,” you said.

“How could it be a spirit?” Dean asked.

“Well, I don’t know. It went after both of Bill Carlton’s children. I mean, who drowns in a sink?” you said.

“So, he’s probably involved somehow,” Dean started.

“Wait, I’ve been asking around, and Lucas’ dad, Bill Carlton’s godson,” Sam pointed out.

“Well, then let’s go pay Mr.Carlton a visit.” 

----

“Mr.Carlton? We’d like to ask you a few questions,” Sam said, walking up to Mr.Carlton. He was on the same bench he was the previous day, still in shock. You felt his pain.

“We’re with the department of-” Dean started.

“I don’t care which department you’re with. I’ve answered enough questions today,” he replied shakily.

“Mr.Carlton,” you started.

“My children are gone,” you felt a pang in your chest.

“Sam, Dean, will you give me a moment alone with Mr.Carlton?” you said softly.

They looked at you, confused, before nodding and walking away.

“Mr.Carlton, I know it’s not easy, dealing with your children’s death. I know how you feel. But, me and my partners are trying to do everything we can to help you. You just… you need you to answer a few questions,” you said, taking deep breaths.

“Losing your children, it’s a feeling worse than death,” he said.

“I know,” you nodded.

“Just please… go away,” he cried softly.

“I-I get it. But, if you want to help us, if you want to avenge your kids, then give us a call. Me and you both know that something’s not right here,” you said softly.

He looked away from you, looking to the lake. You sighed, walking to Sam and Dean.

“Anything?” Dean asked.

“No, but he does know something’s going on,” you said.

“Wait….. Maybe he’s not the only one who knows what’s going on. (Y/N), where’s the picture Lucas gave you?” Dean asked.

You handed him the drawing from your pocket.

“I don’t think he’s the only one that knows something,” Dean held the drawing up, comparing it to the Carlton House. It was the house in the drawing.

----

“I’m sorry, I just don’t think it’s a good idea,” Andrea said.

“I just need to talk to him, for a few minutes,” you said.

“He won’t say anything, What good’s it gonna do?” she argued.

“Andrea, we think more people might get hurt,” Sam explained.

“We think something’s out there,” Dean said.

“My husband, the others. They drowned, that’s all,” she said, getting upset.

“If you truly believe that, then we’ll go,” you started.

“But if you think there’s even a possibility that something else could be going on here, please let her talk to your son,” Dean finished your words. 

She hesitated before answering.

“Fine, He’s down the hall, first door on the left,” she said.

“Thank you,” you nodded, walking to his room.

He sat on the ground, with his toy soldiers surrounding him while he drew.

“Hey, Lucas. Do you remember me?” you asked, squatting next to him.

He didn’t reply, as expected, but you noticed his drawings. All the same drawing of a red bike.

“Uhm, I just wanted to thank you for your last drawing, but I need your help again,” you said.

Dean handed you the drawing he drew before.

“How did you know to draw this? Did you know something bad was gonna happen?” he continued drawing.

“M-Maybe you could nod your head yes or no for me,” you said.

“You’re scared,” you noticed.

“It’s okay, I understand. When I was a child, I saw something really, really bad happen to my mom, and I was scared too. I didn’t feel like talking, just like you. But, my mom….” you took a breath.

“I know she wanted me to be brave. I think about it every day,” you could feel your eyes water.

“And I do my best to be brave. And maybe, your dad wants you to be brave too,” you said softly.

He stopped drawing, looking up at you. After a moment, he handed you another drawing. It had the red bike, a man, a church, it seemed, and another house. 

“Thanks, Lucas,” you smiled, taking the drawing and standing up.

“Thank you, Andrea,” you said, as the three of you walked off.

“(Y/N), I-I didn’t know you saw Mom,” Sam started.

“I know. It’s weird when you’re that young, you don’t remember anything. That’s the only thing I remember,” you sniffled.

The three of you sat in the car and drove off.

----

“Andrea said he never drew like that till after his dad died,” you handed the drawing to Sam.

“There are cases going through a traumatic experience, could make certain people more sensitive to premonitions, or psychic tendencies,” Sam started.

“What if Lucas is tapping into it somehow?”, Dean asked.

“It’s only a matter of time before someone else drowns, so if you got a better lead, please,” Dean said.

“Okay, fine. We have another house to find,” Sam said.

“In this county alone, there’s about a thousand yellow two-stories,” Dean groaned.

You drifted from their conversations, texting John again.

This case is hard. It’s bringing up all my unwanted memories from the past, like mom, like my son.

 I can’t believe I’ve kept all these secrets from Sam and Dean. Is it too late to tell them?

I just feel sick. 

“(Y/N), are you alive back there?” Dean called you.

“Yeah,” you said, turning off your phone.

“We haven’t heard a peep from you this entire car ride. Are you okay?” Dean asked.

“I’m fine. Where are we going anyway?” you asked.

“We’re finding the church in Lucas’ drawing,” 

----

“We’re sorry to bother you, ma’am, but does a little boy live here by chance? He might wear a blue ball cap, has a red bicycle,” Dean asked the elder woman.

“No, sir. Not for a very long time. Peter’s been gone 35 years now,” she sighed.

“The police never…. I never had any idea what happened,” she explained, looking at a photo of him.

“He just disappeared,” she turned to the three of you. 

“Losing him, it was, you know, it’s worse than dying,” she said shakily.

Sam nudged you softly, pointing to the toy soldiers on the table. You nodded at him. 

“Did he disappear from here? I mean, from this house?” you asked.

“He was supposed to ride his bike straight home after school, and he never showed up,” she replied.

You nodded your head softly as you looked around a bit, spotting a picture with Peter and another boy in the mirror.

You looked at the picture before looking at the back, seeing the names. 

“Peter Sweeney and Billy Carlton, 1970,” you read aloud.  

You raised an eyebrow, giving Sam and Dean a look.

“Okay, thank you for your time, ma’am,” Dean said as the three of you headed out the door.

----

“So, Peter Sweeney disappeared and this is all connected to Bill Carlton somehow,” Sam started.

“Yeah, it kinda seemed like he was hiding something,” Dean said.

“And Bill, the people he loves, they’re all getting punished,” Sam said.

“So maybe Bill did something? Maybe Bill killed him?” you suggested.

“Yeah, Peter’s spirit would be furious. He’d want revenge, it’s possible,” Dean agreed.

Dean drove once again to the Carlton house as you three got out of the car, looking for him.

“Sam, Dean,” you said, seeing Mr.Carlton on a boat, driving out in the water.

“Oh, shi-” the three of you ran to the dock, yelling for Mr.Carlton to turn back.

“Mr.Carlton! You need to come back! Turn around!” Dean shouted.

“Turn the boat around! Get out of the water!” you yelled.

He looked back at the three of you, with watery eyes. You heard a noise as something flipped the boat over, killing him.

“Damn it.”

----

The three of you walked into the police station, seeing Andrea sitting with Lucas, who looked upset.

“Sam, Dean, (Y/N),” Andrea said, surprised to see you three.

“What are you doing here?” the sheriff asked her.

“I bought you dinner,” she replied

“I’m sorry sweetheart, I just don’t have the time,” he sighed.

She looked at Dean.

“I heard about Bill Carlton, is it true? Is something on with the lake?” Andrea asked.

“Right now, we don’t know what the truth is, but I think it might be better if you and Lucas went home,” the sheriff said.

Lucas’ head shot up, as he gave the sheriff a worried look. He ran to you, pulling on your sleeve.

“Lucas, hey. What is it? What’s wrong?” you asked, bending down to him.

His eyes watered, as he continued holding onto you.

“Lucas, it’s okay. It’s okay,” Andrea said, trying to hold him.

“Hey, hey, Lucas. It’s okay,” you pulled away from him softly.

Andrea held him, rushing him out of the station. He turned back to you, giving you a look. You knew that look, something was wrong.

You watched him leave, looking concerned before the three of you walked into the sheriff’s office.

“O-Okay, so you’re telling me you see…. something attack Bill’s boat, sending him, who is a very good swimmer by the way, into the drink and you never see him again?” the sheriff asked, a bit skeptical at your story.

“Yeah, that about sums it up,” Dean replied, looking at you and Sam.

“And I’m supposed to believe this even though I’ve already sonar swept that entire lake and what you’re describing is impossible and you’re not really wildlife service,” he added.

You looked to him, a little shocked. Not saying he was wrong, but how did he know?

“That’s right, I called the department. They’ve never heard of you three,” he said, crossing his arms.

“See, now that we can explain,” Dean started, motioning to you.

“Enough, please. The only reason you’re breathing free air is one of Bill’s neighbors saw him steering out that boat just before you did. So we have a couple of options here. I can arrest you for impersonating government officials and hold you as material witnesses to Bill Carlton’s disappearance, or, we can chalk this all up to a bad day, you can get in your car, you put this town in your rearview mirror, and you don’t ever darken my doorstep again,” he said, raising his voice.

Well, he was clearly unamused.

You looked at Sam.

“Door number two sounds good,” you and Dean nodded in agreement. 

“That’s the one I’d pick,”

----

“Dean, please. You saw his face. He was scared. Just a quick peek, please,” you begged.

“(Y/N), we told the sheriff we’re leaving. I don’t want us in jail,” Sam sighed.

“Dean?” you asked.

He froze for a minute. If he turned left, we would be out of this town. But, if he turned right, you could check on Lucas.

After a long minute of hesitation, he turned right.

“(Y/N), this job’s over. Peter killed Bill, it’s over,” Sam said, annoyed.

“Well, what if we’re wrong? What if we missed something, and we leave? More people get killed,” you sighed.

“Oh, come on (Y/N),” he groaned.

“You saw Lucas’ face. He was really scared. I’m not leaving town till I know that he’s okay,” you said, crossing your arms.

You saw Dean mouth something to Sam, as Sam went quiet.

“Fine,”

----

You walked to their front door, along with Sam and Dean.

“It’s late, are you sure about this?” Dean asked you.

Before you could ring the doorbell, Lucas opened the door, hyperventilating.

“Lucas? What’s wrong?” you said, panicking

He ran up the stairs, to a locked door, which you knew to be the bathroom. There was water leaking from under it.

He started banging at the door. You pulled him back, as Dean kicked the door open. He and Sam ran into the bathroom, pulling out Andrea from drowning. You held on Lucas, trying to calm him down.

----

You and Dean looked through their books, trying to find anything on the sheriff. It wasn’t an accident that Peter went after Andrea.

“(Y/N),” Dean said.

“Yeah?” you were looking in the bookshelf across from you.

“You tell me everything, right?” he asked.

“Yeah, of course,” you said. You hated lying to him.

“There’s no big secret you hid from me?” he asked.

“No….. why?” you asked.

“Sammy thinks you were pregnant once,” you felt your body go cold.

“But then I told him, there was no way. Because you tell me everything. And you would’ve told me if you were pregnant,” he said.

You felt a few tears fall, but you ignored it.

“Dean,” you said softly.

He put his hand on your shoulder, turning you around. He wrapped his arms around you tightly.

“Dean, this isn’t the time for this. Please, let’s talk later. We’re on a hunt,” you sniffled.

“Okay, fine” he nodded his head. 

You two continued looking, as he called you again.

“(Y/N),” you went to him, seeing him hold a book. Jake - 12 years old

Your eyes widened, as you saw a picture of an old boy scout troop.

With the sheriff, and Bill Carlton.

----

“Do you recognize the kids in this picture?” Dean asked Andrea, putting the book on the table in front of her.

“What? Uh, no, except that’s my dad, right there. He must’ve been around 12 in these pictures.” she pointed to the picture.

“The connection wasn’t to Bill Carlton. It must’ve been to the sheriff,” Dean started, looking to you and Sam.

“Maybe it was Bill and the sheriff, they were both involved with Peter,” Sam realized.

You looked to your side, seeing Lucas look out the window.

“Chris… what about my dad, what are you talking about?” Andrea asked.

“Lucas? Lucas, what is it?” you asked, walking to him. 

He turned to the door, walking out, motioning you to follow him.

“Lucas?” Andrea called, also following him. 

He led you four to the middle of the yeard, which was surrounded by trees. 

“Take Lucas inside and stay there,” Dean told Andrea.

She nodded her head, pulling Lucas to the house. 

The three of you took your shovels, digging into the dirt. You heard a clang as Sam hit something.

He looked up at you and Dean before the three of you pulled something out of the ground. 

It was a red bike. It was Peter’s red bike.

“Peter’s bike,” Sam breathed out.

“Who are you?” you heard the sheriff’s voice from behind you, as he cocked his gun, pointing it at Sam.

“Put the gun down, Jake,” you said as Sam raised his hands up.

“How did you know that was there?” he asked.

“What happened? You and Bill killed Peter, drowned him in the lake, and buried his bike?” Dean said.

“You can’t bury the truth, Jake. Nothing stays buried,” you said. 

“What the hell are you talking about?” the sheriff asked.

“You and Bill killed Peter Sweeney 35 years ago. That’s what the hell we’re talking about,” Dean replied.

“Dad!” Andrea yelled, running to you four.

“And now you have one seriously pissed off spirit,” Dean finished.

“It’s gonna take Andrea, Lucas, everyone you love. It’s gonna drown them,” Sam said.

“It’s gonna drag their bodies to god-knows-where, so you can feel the same pain Peter’s mom felt. And then, after that, it’s gonna take you, and it’s not gonna stop until it does,” you tried to reason with the sheriff.

“And how do you know that?” he asked.

“Because that’s exactly what it did to Bill Carlton,” Sam said.

“Listen to yourselves, all three of you. You’re insane,” he said, continuing to point the gun at Sam.

“We don’t really give a rat’s ass what you think of us, but if we’re gonna bring down this spirit, we need to find the remains, salt them, and burn them,” Dean said.

“Just tell me you buried him. That you didn’t just let him go into the lake,” you said.

“Dad, is any of this true?” Andrea asked, her voice shaky.

“No, they’re liars and they’re dangerous,” the sheriff said quickly.

“Something tried to drown me. Chris died on that lake. Dad, look at me,” Andrea yelled.

You tried to focus on the rest of the conversation, trying to ignore your pounding headache.

Not again, please, not again you begged.

You scrunched your eyes closed, grabbing your head.

“A-Andrea, w-where’s Lucas?” you groaned.

“W- he’s in the….. Oh my god!” she gasped, seeing Lucas by the lake.

The five of you ran to the lake, calling for Lucas to get away from the lake.

You saw Peter pull him into the lake.

You ran, jumping into the lake with Sam and Dean.

You dived your head underwater, looking for Lucas. 

“No, Jake!” you heard Sam yell. You saw Peter grab his leg, drowning him.

You heard Andrea let out a cry.

“Oh my god,” you said quietly.

You went underwater, trying to find him again. When you came back up for air, you saw Lucas, unconscious in Dean’s arms. You let out a breath of relief.

He was okay

----

“Okay, the case is over. You said we’ll talk when the case is over,” Dean crossed his arms, leaning against the wall in the motel. 

“About what?” Sam raised his eyebrow, looking between the two of you.

“Dean,” you started.

“(Y/N)” he replied.

He walked to the bed, holding your hand and pulling you next to him. Sam walked to you two also, sitting on your other side.

“O-Okay, well,” you took a deep breath, looking forward, away from Sam and Dean.

“A-After….uhm, when I left….” you stuttered, not sure where to start.

“It’s us. You don’t have to keep this from us anymore,” Dean said softly.

A tear fell from your eye.

“I found out I was pregnant, and Dad said he’d help me get out of this life. That it wasn’t safe f-for me anymore,” your voice was shaking.

Sam and Dean were quiet, listening to you.

“I-I don’t… it happened so fast…. I-It was,” you tried to speak, holding in your cries.

Dean wrapped his arms around you, rocking you gently like you did when you were kids. Every time something was wrong, the two of you would hug each other, rocking each other softly, calming down one another.

“I’m so, so sorry, (Y/N),” Sam said, hugging you too.

You cried softly, holding onto Sam and Dean.

“I-I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, Dad told me not to tell anyone,” you started.

“It’s okay,” Dean replied softly.

“It’s okay,”

----

The three of you walked to the Impala, getting ready to leave.

“Sam, (Y/N), Dean,” you heard Andrea call you three.

You turned around, seeing her and Lucas walk over to the three of you.

“We made you some lunch for the way. Lucas insisted on making you these sandwiches,” she smiled down at Lucas.

“Can I give it to them now?” he asked.

“Of course,” Andrea replied.

“Well, let’s go load these into the car, yeah?” you smiled to Lucas, holding his hand and walking off with him.

“Alright, since you’re gonna be talking now, you have to remember this phrase. I want you to repeat it back to me,” you told him. You leaned onto the car.

“Zeppelin rules!” he exclaimed.

“That’s right. Up high,” you gave him a high five as he smiled.

“Take care of yourself, kid,” you said.

You looked to the side, watching as you saw Andrea kiss Dean.

You smiled, before looking back to Lucas. 

“We have to go now, it looks like. Take care, kiddo,” you said. He nodded, running off to Andrea.

“Let’s hit the road. We’re losing daylight,” Dean said, walking to the front seat.

“You’re blushing,” you teased him.

“Shut up, Let’s go,” the three of you sat in the car, driving off.

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Dead in the Water- Part 1

Pairing: Eventual Dean x Reader

Word Count: 3,692

Warnings: Typical Supernatural violence, angst, language, minor character death, blood, you know the usual

Summary: Still searching for the father that raised you, this time, a hunt takes you to Lake Manitoc, Wisconsin. You investigate mysterious drownings and hope to prevent any more drownings. 

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With how hunts were going, you hoped that the hunt Dean found was going to be a lot easier than the last one. You still couldn’t believe Dean would just throw himself in the line of fire like he did. You wanted to go with him to defend him and be with him but no, he had to do that alone.

You were just glad he was alright. You were ready to kick some serious ass if he didn’t make it out of the cave. You really shouldn’t be thinking this hard about it because at the end of the day, he was just doing his job.

But what Sam said about you liking Dean, now that was true but you would never admit it. The beautiful man was a ladies’ man and he liked to hook up. You, not so much. You wanted a relationship and Dean didn’t want that. So, keeping your distance would be best for you.

However, Dean was staring at the paper in front of him with a blank look, ignoring you a bit.

“Dean, are we going to discuss this or not?” You looked at the eldest Winchester with a frown. Sam was in the bathroom and you were getting irritated.

A waitress, by the name of Wendy, passed by your table, stopping in front of Dean. She was super skinny, blonde hair, and flirty eyes that won’t quit.

“Can I get you anything else?” She leaned down, showing off a bit of cleavage. You rolled your eyes at this. It was like she chose to ignore you and only pay attention to Dean. You mean, could you blame her? Dean was attractive as hell. Dean looked up at the foreign voice and smirked, the pen he was using, still in his mouth.

“No, thank you, just the check, please.” You rolled your eyes.

“Okay.” She gave you a side glare as she walked away, putting a little sway in her hips.

“You know, Y/N, we are allowed to have fun once in a while and that,” he pointed to the descending Wendy. “Is fun.”

“Really? With her? She seemed kind of like a slut.” You bit your lip and looked away, wishing Sam would come back.

“Ooo, is someone jealous?” Dean chuckled, noticing your tone.

“Me? Jealous of her? I don’t think so. I bet she hops on any kind of dick she sees; no offense,” You let out a breath of relief when you saw Sam walk over to your table. “We got a case.”

Dean looked at you and he was thinking all sorts of things. He looked at his brother and nodded.

“Yeah, listen to this: A woman named Sophie Carlton walks into Lake Manitoc in Wisconsin but doesn’t walk back out. Authorities searched everywhere but they didn’t find anything. Sophie is the third person to drown in this lake this year alone. None of the other bodies were found either. They had a funeral for her two days ago.” Dean explained.

“A funeral?” Sam asked, confused, sitting at the table.

“Yeah, it’s weird, they buried and empty coffin for, uh, closure or some shit.” Dean shook his head.

“Closure? What closure? People don't just disappear, Dean. Other people just stop looking for them.” Sam looked at you quickly but looked back to Dean. The conversation you had with Sam on the last hunt was ringing in your ears. He was just upset that Jessica was gone and you couldn’t blame him but that gave him no reason to take it out on you or his brother.

“Something you want to say to me?” Dean asked, raising and eyebrow.

“The trail for Dad, it’s getting colder every day.” Sam sighed.

“Exactly, so what are we supposed to do?” Dean started getting fed up.

“I don’t know, anything, something.” Sam shrugged.

“You know what? I'm sick of this attitude. You don't think I wanna find Dad as much as you do?” Dean glared at his brother.

“Yeah, I know you do,” Sam started to say.

“Y/N and I are the ones that's been with him every single day for the past two years, while you've been off to college going to pep rallies. We will find Dad, but until then, we're going to kill everything bad between here and there. Okay?” Dean scoffed. Wendy walked by again and Dean lost focus for a minute, looking at her ass as she passed.

“Hey,” you swatted Dean’s shoulder to get him to look at you. “You got an address or something?” You looked at him. He nodded and you stood up, placing some money on the table.

“Good, let’s go.” Sam said, doing the exact same thing. Dean got up and led you and Sam to the door but caught Wendy’s eye. He smirked and winked at her before you pushed him closer to the door.

“Keep it in your pants.” You rolled your eyes.

“Buzzkill.” Dean copied your action. He got to his beloved car and got in, along with you and Sam and in no time, you were speeding down the road to Sophie’s family’s house.

“Here, Dean.” You handed him a badge and Sam a badge from the box in the backseat. It was a badge for the US Wildlife Service. You got out of the car, looking at the small cabin. It looked homey if someone didn’t just die. You walked to the front door, knocking on it. A man, presumably Sophie’s brother, opened the door.

“Will Carlton?” Dean asked, standing next to you.

“Yeah, that’s right.” Will nodded.

“I’m Agent Ford, this is Agent Hamill and that’s Agent Winston. We’re with the US Wildlife Service.” Dean held up a badge, pointing to you and Sam respectively. You showed your badge with a tight smile. You really needed to make this more official looking but technology didn’t want to cooperate with you.

Will nodded and he grabbed his jacket, pulling it on, walking outside.

“Come with me, my dad is out there.” He led you, Sam and Dean to the dock where you saw Bill Carlton, sitting on the bench there.

“Why don’t you tell us what happened to your sister.” Dean asked, looking around.

“She was about a hundred yards out. That’s where she got dragged down.” Wil stated.

“You’re sure she just didn’t drown?” Dean asked.

“Yeah, she was a varsity swimmer. She practically grew up in that lake. She was as safe out there as in her own bathtub.” Will shoved his hands in his pockets.

“So no splashing or signs of distress?” Sam asked.

“No, that’s what I’m telling you.” Will was starting to get a bit aggravated and you could tell. You nodded and looked at him.

“I believe you, Will, we all do. Just tell me, did you see any shadows in the water? Maybe some dark shape breach the surface?” You asked gently.

“No, again she was really far out there.”

“You ever see any strange tracks by the shoreline?” Dean wondered.

“No, never, why? What do you think’s out there?” Will was curious and sometimes, that was a bad thing.

“We’ll let you know as soon as we do,” You smiled. You watched as Dean headed back to his car but you needed to know something. “What about your dad? Can we talk to him?”

“Look, if you don't mind, I mean... he didn't see anything and he's kind of been through a lot.” Will looked uncomfortable but you understood.

“Of course, I understand.” You touched his shoulder as to comfort him and walked away with Sam.

“I think we should try the Sheriff’s station. They would have records of it there.” Sam suggested, getting into the car.

“Worth a shot.” You shrugged, getting in behind him. Dean started the car and made a U-turn, leaving the property of Bill Carlton and going over to the local police station. When you got there, it was dead inside and outside and you were grateful of that. You liked it when there was less people. It lessened the risk of eavesdropping.

You walked inside and looked around, not seeing a person by the front desk to help you.

“Sheriff?” You called out. You bit your lip, something you also did when you were nervous.

“Yeah?” An older looking gentleman came out of an office and looked at you, Sam and Dean.

“We’re with the US Wildlife Service and we have a few questions about Sophie Carlton’s drowning.” You held up your badge and smiled. You’ve been doing this a long time to lie well.

“I'm sorry, but why does the Wildlife Service care about an accidental drowning?” Sheriff Jake Devins opened the mini door to let you through, assuming he was going to go back to his office.

“You sure it’s accidental? Will Carlton saw something grab his sister.” Sam said.

“Like what?” Devins asked, confused. He walked back into his office and pointed to the chairs by his desk. “Here, sit, please. There are no indigenous carnivores in that lake. There's nothing even big enough to pull down a person, unless it was the Loch Ness Monster.” Dean snickered at that and you nudged his shoulder, shaking your head at him. Laughing was not appropriate right now.

“Will Carlton was traumatized, and sometimes the mind plays tricks. Still,” Devins sat behind his desk and sighed. “We searched that entire lake. We even ran a sonar sweep, just to be sure, and there was nothing down there.”

“That’s strange, honestly. That’s the third missing body this year.” You said.

“You think I don’t know that? These people are from my town; people I care about. Anyway, all this, won’t be a problem much longer.”

“Why’s that?” Sam asked, leaning a bit closer.

“Well the dam, of course. It's falling apart, and the feds won't give us the grant to repair it, so they've opened the spillway. In another six months, there won't be much of a lake. There won't be much of a town, either. But as Federal Wildlife, you already knew that.” Jake was about to say more when a woman knocked on the door, silencing him.

“Sorry, am I interrupting?” This woman was really young, black hair, brown eyes and really skinny. She was beautiful but of course, you knew Dean would immediately jump at the chance to “get to know her” and you couldn’t let that happen. “I can come back later.”

“Gentleman, ma’am, this is my daughter.” You walked in front of Dean before he had a chance to do anything and shook her hand.

“Andrea Barr, nice to meet you.” You smiled politely, letting go of her hand. You looked down when you saw a boy with a full head of dirty blonde hair.

“Who’s this?” You looked at the boy but he didn’t say a word. The little boy looked fearful; eyes wide and biting his lip. You frowned, tilting your head. The boy walked away, out of the sheriff’s office.

“That’s Lucas, my grandson.” Jake said from behind you. Andrea followed her son, giving him some crayons and pieces of paper to doodle on while she was going to talk to Sam and Dean.

“He’s been through a lot, we all have.” Andrea sighed, looking at him draw. You walked away from the group and got down on your knees, to his height.

“Hi, Lucas, my name is Y/N.” You said, not expecting an answer out of him. You didn’t get one and you sighed, standing up. You knew he was special but you couldn’t place your finger on it. You looked at what he was drawing but didn’t know what it was.

“Well, if there is anything I can do for you, please, let me know.” Andrea said to Dean.

“Thanks. You know, now that you mentioned it, could you point us in the direction of a reasonably priced motel?” Dean asked.

“Lakefront Motel. Go around the corner and it's about two blocks south.” Andrea said before her dad could answer.

“Two—would you mind showing us?” Dean asked, acting confused.

“Oh, give me a break,” You muttered to yourself. Apparently, Sam heard because he smiled, letting out a soft chuckle.

“You want me to walk you two blocks?” Andrea tilted her head to the side.

“No, it’s fine, I got it. Thank you, Andrea.” You put your hands on Dean’s wide shoulders and pushed him to the door.

“Thank you for your time.” Sam said, following you and Dean out.

“Why do you have to do this to me?” Dean complained, walking in the direction that Andrea said. You walked besides Dean and shook your head.

“You know we have a case to do and all you can think about is getting into someone’s pants. First the waitress and now her? Dean, she’s been through a lot and I don’t think hitting on her is going to help.” You walked ahead of the boys, biting your already nubby nail.

“What’s her problem?” Dean looked at his brother. Sam obviously knew what was wrong but he shrugged, pretending like he didn’t. You ended up getting one motel room because it was cheaper and it wasn’t like you were staying there long. You would take the couch and Dean and Sam could have the beds.

No way were you going to share a bed with Sam. He was way too big and snored very loudly. There was no way you would sleep with Dean because you wouldn’t be sleeping, knowing that Dean was right next to you.

Right when you walked into the room, Sam sat down at the table and fumbled with his laptop, looking further into the case. You sat down at one of the beds, shedding your jacket off. It was silent in the room for 5 minutes when Sam spoke.

“So there’s the three drownings this year…” Sam thought out loud.

“Yeah? Any more before that?” Dean asked, going through his duffel bag.

“Uh, yeah, actually. Six more spread out over the past thirty-five years. Those bodies were never recovered either. If there is something out there, it's picking up its pace.” Sam put a hand on his jaw and stared at the computer screen intently.

“So, what, we got a lake monster on a binge?” Dean commented.

“This whole lake monster theory, it, it just bugs me.” Sam shook his head, sounding a bit uneasy.

“Why? What’s in that big brain of yours?” You got up, going over to Sam and looking at the screen.

“Loch Ness, uh, Lake Champlain, there are literally hundreds of eyewitness accounts, but here, almost nothing. Whatever it is out there, no one's living to talk about it.” Sam said, frustrated. You would be frustrated as well if you knew something was going on but you couldn’t place your finger on it. Sam was scrolling through the article online when a name caught your attention.

“Wait, Barr, Christopher Barr. Isn’t that the last name of Andrea and Lucas?” You scrunched your eyebrows together.

“Yeah, Christopher Barr was the victim in May,” Sam scrolled down even further and his mouth dropped to a little ‘o’ shape. “Oh, Christopher Barr was Andrea's husband, Lucas's father. Apparently, he took Lucas out swimming. Lucas was on a floating wooden platform when Chris drowned two hours before the kid got rescued.”

“Maybe there is an eye witness after all,” Dean said. “No wonder that kid was so freaked out. Watching one of your parents die isn't something you just get over.” You frowned at Dean’s words, flashes of your childhood coming back to you.

“No, you don’t.” You whispered. You frowned and sat on the bed, looking at the carpet.

“Oh, Y/N, I’m sorry. I should have thought before I spoke.” Dean apologized.

“No, it’s okay, it was a long time ago. I barely remember it.” You lied, a little distracted. You had to stop being such a baby. You had a job to do and being distracted was a risk; a risk you couldn’t afford.

“Y/N?” Sam cautiously said.

“We should go find Andrea and Lucas. I think I overheard them saying they would be going to the playground at her dad’s office.” You got up, grabbing your jacket and heading outside. You couldn’t think about your mom right now. Not long after, Dean and Sam were behind you, ready to follow your instructions.

You got to the park not long after that and your eyes fell on Andrea who was sitting on one of the benches. You looked at the boys and walked to her.

“Mind if we join you?” Sam asked, startling her. She looked back and smiled when she saw it was only you and the brothers.

“I’m with my son.” She scooted over to make room for Dean and Sam. You, on the other hand wanted to speak with Lucas. You could relate more to him than Dean or Sam ever could.

“Mind if I say hi?” When she gave you her approval, you headed over to Lucas and sat at the table he was sitting. You looked at the drawings that he was making and two caught your attention. One was a black swirl and the other was of a red bicycle. Why would a little boy draw those? You smiled when you saw green toy soldiers and that reminded you of the time when you and Sam secretly shoved toy soldiers in the Impala.

“Hey, these are pretty good. You mind if I sit and draw with you for a while?” you asked Lucas gently. He didn’t look up and didn’t say a word but you picked up a crayon anyways and started to draw on a blank sheet of paper.

“You know, I'm thinking you can hear me, you just don't want to talk. I don't know exactly what happened to your dad, but I know it was something real bad. I think I know how you feel. When I was about your age, I saw something.

“Anyway, maybe you don't think anyone will listen to you, or, uh, believe you. I want you to know that I will. You don't even have to say anything. You could draw me a picture about what you saw that day, with your dad, on the lake.” You sighed when he didn’t say a word.

“Alright, well nice talking to you, Lucas.” You got up, dusting off yourself and rejoining the boys and Andrea.

“Lucas hasn't said a word, not even to me. Not since his dad's accident.” You heard Andrea say when you got to her.

“I tried but I got nothing.” Your shoulder sagged a bit.

“What are the doctors saying?” Sam looked at Andrea.

“That’s it’s a kind of post-traumatic stress. We moved in with my dad. He helps a lot. It's just... when I think about what Lucas went through, what he saw...” Andrea trailed off.

“Kids are strong. You'd be surprised what they can deal with.” You looked at Dean and Sam who caught your eyes. You’ve been through hell and you know that Dean and Sam have too. Granted, Sam was just a baby when his mom died but the things he went through with his dad. It wasn’t easy.

“You know, he used to have such life. He was hard to keep up with, to tell you the truth. Now he just sits there. Drawing those pictures, playing with those army men,” Andrea stopped talking when she saw her son walk over to them. “Hey, sweetie.” He walked right up to you and handed you a picture. You smiled and looked at it, noticing Lucas walked off again.

“Thank, Lucas!” You said after him. No response came from him. This was something you could work with. You knew you were getting somewhere with him.

“You doing okay?” Dean asked you, the next day, in the motel room.

“Yeah, why?” You looked over at him, seeing him fumble with his fingers.

“It’s just what happened with your mom…” He trailed off.

“Dean, I said I’m fine. I don’t remember it.” You lied.

“Do you remember what you told me, growing up? When I would get angry or sad about my mom?” Dean asked you, scooting closer to you.

“Don’t bottle it up.” You whispered. It was true, it was unhealthy to do that to yourself. All that pent-up energy must go somewhere and if you’re not getting it out, it’ll build and build until you can’t take it anymore. Just like water boiling in a kettle.

“Exactly. Just remember that, okay?” You two were interrupted by Sam walking inside the room.

“So, I think it's safe to say we can rule out Nessie.”

“What do you mean?” Dean moved away from you but you missed his warmth. That man was like a space heater.

“I just drove past the Carlton house and there was an ambulance there. Will Carlton is dead.” Your mouth opened a bit and you let out a sigh. This hunt was getting more confusing by the minute.

“He drowned?” Dean assumed.

“Yeah, in the sink.”

“What the hell? So, you're right, this isn't a creature. We're dealing with something else.” Dean confirmed everyone’s thoughts.

“Yeah, but what? Where do we ever start looking?” You asked.

“I don't know. Water wraith, maybe? Demon? I mean, something that controls water,” Dean’s head perked up as if he figured the problem out. “Water that comes from the same source.”

“The lake.” You and Sam said at the same time.

“Which would explain why it's upping the body count. The lake is draining; it'll be dry in a few months. Whatever this thing is, whatever it wants, it's running out of time.”

“If it can get through the pipes, it can get to anyone, almost anywhere.” Dean added.

“This has to do with Bill Carlton since it took both of his children,” You bit your lip. “Wait, I remember reading something in that article the other day. Lucas’ dad, Chris, is Bill Carlton’s godson.” You looked at Dean who stood up and grabbed his keys.

“Let’s pay Mr. Carlton a visit.”

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last day on the sea- k. sj

pairing(s)- merman! kim seokjin x sailor! female! reader

word count- 2.7k 

genre- mermaid! au, sailor! au, fantasy

warning(s)- major character death, drowning

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there was nowhere (y/n) felt safer than the ocean. for some, they deathly afraid of it, vouching to never go past the sand bank. she had grown up on the ocean. her father was a sailor, and would consistently take their family out on the sea starting in may. 

today was the last day her father would be taking his family out for the rest of the year. every september, he swore it got cold, and he didn’t want any of his family getting sick. 

(y/n) nuzzled herself into the breeze, trying to take in as much as she could before the next 9 months. “it’s doesn’t even start to get cold until october. we’d have at least two weeks more out here.” she complained. her father leaned against the rail next to her. 

“i’ve told you this since you were born, (y/n), i don’t want any of you getting sick.” 

(y/n) rolled her eyes. “germaphobe.” 

“is that a bad thing?” 

(y/n) laughed and rolled her eyes, pushing herself off the railing. she sat down on the cushioned seats in the stern cockpit, pulling out a book she brought with her. 

something gleamed in the corner of her eye. she quickly shut the book and set it down in the seat next to her, standing up. walking down into the stern, she knelt down, making herself closer to the water. 

at first, (y/n) figured it was a pod of dolphins, but then she remembered that dolphins weren’t green. 

“hey, (y/n)? i’m going to go check on your mother in the cabin, alright?” 

(y/n) silently nodded, keeping her focus on the water. 

the boat slightly dipped. “hi!” 

(y/n) jumped back. a boy had propped himself up on the swim platform, completely dry. his hair was black, and his lips were plump. not to mention, he looked like an absolute god. 

“why isn’t your hair wet?” (y/n) stuttered. 

the boy laughed. “i’m a mermaid.” he shrugged. 

(y/n) swallowed. “they’re not real.” 

he laughed again. “aren’t they?” (y/n) shook her head violently. 

he sighed. then, he did a back flip in the water, showing off his tail, slightly flicking it to splash her. 

“i’m jin. i’m not supposed to be talking to you, because you’re a human, but i thought you were really pretty, so i left my brothers when they weren’t paying attention to talk to you.” 

(y/n) felt blood rush to her cheeks. she shook her head once again. “you need to slow down. you can’t not just hit me with these types of things all at once… i mean, you’re a mermaid, you called me pretty, what else is there? the loch ness monster is real?” 

“i-”

“please don’t answer that.” 

(y/n) sat up on her knees. “you can’t be real. there’s no way.” 

jin went underwater for a few seconds. he pursed his lips and cursed under his breath. “i have to go. come out here tomorrow, i’ll find you.” 

and with that, jin disappeared into the water. 

(y/n) had  to pursue his request to meet him once again the next day. she had so any questions, and they’d never be answered if she didn’t go to see him. 

“can i borrow the boat? i remember how to drive it and everything, and yes i’ll wear a life jacket, even when i’m on the boat. and i won’t stay in the water for too long, either.” 

her father looked scrambled for a second as she answered all the questions he had yet to ask, but she knew he would ask them anyways. 

“i mean… as long as you follow the rules. go ahead. the keys are on the mantle.” 

(y/n) ran as fast as she could to the dock, where they left the boat the night before. 

it wasn’t long until she saw the same flash of green as she did yesterday. she got closer to it before stopping the boat. 

jin didn’t hesitate to slightly lift himself up with his elbows onto the swim platform. 

“you came back!” he cheered. 

before sitting down, (y/n) rolled up the cuffs of her jeans and dipped her legs into the water. “of course i did. d’you really think i’d miss a chance to talk to a mermaid?”

jin’s eyes slightly widened, before he beamed at her. “i never really get to talk to people like you. i see you guys all the time, and i always try, but my brothers stop me from getting too close to the boats.” he grumbled. 

“how many brothers do you have?” (y/n) asked. 

“six. i’m the oldest. then there’s yoongi, hoseok, namjoon, jimin, taehyung, and jungkook is the youngest. i’m only the oldest by about two hundred years, compared to jungkookie.” jin explained. his tail flicked as he spoke. 

“two hundred?” she crossed her ankles over one another. “how old are you?” 

jin furrowed his eyebrows. “400...412? no! i’m 413.” he said. (y/n)’s eyes widened. 

“oh, geez.” she whispered. 

“now it’s my turn to ask questions!” jin exclaimed. “what’s it like being a human? is it boring?” 

(y/n) laughed. his curiosity was absolutely adorable. “it’s okay… i mean, i don’t get to live underwater, like you. we can’t breathe underwater, either.” jin’s jaw slightly fell slack. she chuckled at his shocked expression. 

(y/n) didn’t get to ask any more questions. jin was so curious; he asked so many, and time went so fast, the sun was already setting.

she had never seen someone look so sad when (y/n) explained to him that she had to go home, otherwise her father would be worried. 

“you’ll come back tomorrow though, right?” he asked. (y/n) chewed the inside of her cheek. 

“maybe. i’m not sure if my dad’ll let me borrow the boat again. if he says yes,  i promise i’ll come, okay?” 

jin grinned and nodded, before he dove back underwater, flicking his tail as a goodbye. 

surprisingly to her, (y/n)’s dad say yes. she set an alarm for early that morning, 7 am (which was definitely early to her), so she could spend as much time getting to know jin. you don’t get to meet a merman everyday. 

it was colder than normal, probably because it was a little earlier in the morning. throwing a light jacket on, she ran out the door before anyone else in her family was awake. 

jin was waiting for her only a little out from shore. her eyes widened as slight panic arose in her chest. 

“jin! what if someone saw you?” she exclaimed. 

he shrugged nonchalantly. “i was trying to get away from my brothers, and since they’re frightened to come close to the shore, i came here. besides, it’s not like i was near a dock, and if i saw someone, i’d just go back underwater for a bit.” 

that wasn’t enough to convince her. “and if they saw your tail?”

jin shrugged once again. “they’d just think i’m a siren. sailors like your dad tend to forget that sirens aren’t the only species with a tail like mine.” 

(y/n) stayed silent as she drove the boat farther out, jin trailing behind. she waited until the anchor was down to continue talking to him. 

as she rolled up her pants to her calves, she asked “sirens are real?” 

jin nodded. “of course they are! they live farther out into the ocean, usually where fisherman go.”

“are you a siren?”

“er, no, but i can sing-”

“jin!” two voices called. one had the same color hair as jin, while the younger boy had pink hair. jin’s expression changed as he recognized their faces. 

“joonie, jimin, i told you not to come looking for me.” he clamored. 

the younger boy, who was presumably jimin, rolled his eyes. “that doesn’t matter. you can’t talk to her.” 

(y/n) wrapped her arms around herself at the mention of her, even if it wasn’t directly. was she getting jin in trouble? 

the three boys started to quietly argue. the only thing (y/n) heard over jin mocking his brothers was that he was forbidden to talk to her. 

“...i can go home?” 

“please do.”

“no!” they said at the same time. 

“joonie” looked like he was about to start yelling again, but jin cut him off. 

“let me talk to her for a few more minutes. i swear i’ll come home after that.” he pleaded. 

the two other boys looked at each other before sighing. “fine.” jimin said. they soon disappeared underneath the water. 

as soon as they were gone, jin spoke. “i want to try something.” (y/n) cocked her head to the side, waiting for him to continue. “i want you to come underwater. just for a few seconds.” 

“but it’s-” 

“just a few seconds.” he interrupted. (y/n) sighed as she thought of an excuse to tell her father when she came back home why her clothes were wet. 

she took a deep breath before lifting herself off the boat and into the water. she opened her eyes for a second, only for them to burn from the salt. jin felt his heart palpitate from the sight in front of him. the way her hair framed her face as it floated about, and-

she kicked up as fast as she could, gasping for air. jin shot up from underneath as well, confused on what had just happened. 

“are you alright?” he asked, concern etched onto his face. as she caught her breath, she nodded, pulling herself back onto the swim platform. 

shivering, she chuckled. “did you forget that i told you we can’t breathe underwater?” 

jin swallowed, nervously laughing as he placed his hand onto her knee reassuringly. “yeah.”

(y/n) slightly flinched at the feeling of his hand. it was extremely cold. looking down, she saw how each of his nails were tinted a light blueish green, so was the skin around it. each of his fingers were slightly webbed. there were scales scattered around his entire arm, and body, none of them connected or in a pattern. she swallowed before she asked the question that came to her mind. 

“were you ever a human?” 

for a second, jin was slightly stunned. he wasn’t sure why, until he realized that he didn’t actually know the answer to this question. 

playing his confusion off, he shrugged. “probably not. but then again, i could’ve been.” (y/n) nodded. she forgot how cold she was until a strong gust of wind blew, and she felt like all the water in her clothes just froze, turning her into a popsicle. 

“i’m gonna go, i don’t wanna get sick and not be able to see you for a while. i’ll see you later.” 

jin swam away. 

as jin swam back to where he and his brothers resided (which was a long way; they had to make sure they weren’t too close to any docks), the question (y/n) asked him invaded his brain. despite having no memories of being a human, he had been alive for a really long time, which meant he’d have a lot to remember. 

jimin was leaning on a coral, speaking to a mermaid he’d probably seen on the side of the reefs. as soon as he saw jin, he waved her off and swam over to jin. she flicked her tail at him in annoyance. 

“that wasn’t a few more minutes.” jimin mocked. jin rolled his eyes. 

“i have a question.” jimin nodded at him to go on. “do you know if you were ever a human?” 

jimin laughed. “i don’t know.” he shrugged. “even if i was, i like being a mermaid so much more.” 

jin sighed at jimin’s unhelpful answer, and went to ask someone else. 

each of his brothers shared the same the same answer, until he asked jungkook. jungkook was the youngest, only 206. 

“i thought we all were?” he started. “i was. at least, i’m pretty sure. tae said he was too, and i remember joonie and yoongi saying they were, but it was a while ago. i think i was 160 when they used to talk about it.” 

jin’s heart leapt with excitement when he finally got the answer he wanted. “how did you become a mermaid then?” 

“joon and yoongi said they drowned, so i think i did too. the very first thing i can remember is struggling in a body of water.” jungkook shrugged. while jin was practically bouncing, jungkook seemed so nonchalant. 

jin could not wait for the next time he saw (y/n). 

“jeez, why are you soaked?! you better not catch a cold, i’ll never let you out again, so help me-” 

(y/n) flicked water at her father. “someone sped past me, and i got splashed. i’m fine.” 

her father tsked, and mumbled something about stupid boat speeders. 

(y/n) continued to visit jin everyday up until november. it was really starting to get cold,  and she knew there’d be absolutely no way she could convince her father to use the boat. she noticed he even hid the keys off the key rack on halloween night. 

however, it was nearing the end of march. her dad agreed to let her start using the boat again now that it was getting warmer. it turned into a habit; going to visit jin. he had plenty of questions, especially about thanksgiving and christmas. 

“i want to try something.” jin said. 

“the last time you said that i almost drowned.” (y/n) chuckled. 

the look that jin gave her in response was concerning, but she brushed it off. 

“i want you to come underwater with me. i’m going to show you something.”

(y/n) was hesitant to say yes, but she did. jin’s sudden change of demeanor was honestly scary. “alright.” 

she lifted herself off of the swim platform. while treading water, she asked him, “you remember i can’t breathe underwater, right?” jin nodded feverishly. 

jin disappeared underwater. a tug on the pant of her leg told her to go underwater. she took a deep inhale, then followed jin into the water. 

it was only a few seconds before the familiar feeling in her chest arose. she started to kick up, but jin pulled her back down. kicking harder, it almost seemed impossible to get to the surface. she opened her eyes for a quick minute, only to close them quickly because of how bad the water burned. she got a glimpse of jin’s expression, emotionless and nonchalant. 

the pain in her chest was now burning and unbearable. (y/n) thrashed against jin pushing her shoulders down, but he didn’t budge. 

starting to kick as hard as she could, her brain started to go into fight or flight mode. she needed to breathe, now, and if she didn’t-

(y/n) inhaled. the water burned her throat, mouth and nose. jin’s hands had yet to leave her shoulder. 

was no one near? could nobody see her? 

the water in her mouth begged to be let out, so she did. she didn’t feel like she was in water anymore, and she couldn’t feel jin pressing on her shoulders. she opened her eyes, and the last thing she saw was jin. 

jin waited a couple seconds. trying to recall what jungkook told him, he couldn’t remember if jungkook said how long it took for him to become a mermaid. was this going to work?

he wanted (y/n) to be a mermaid too. they’d be able to hang out all the time, and his brothers wouldn’t be on his case for talking to a human anymore.

after almost a minute, jin started to panic. (y/n) wasn’t moving. 

“jesus, jin, what’d you do?” a voice called. he turned to see jimin staring at him. 

“jungkook told me that-” 

“you killed her.” jimin blurted.

jin nervously chuckled. “no, no, jungkook said that he drowned when he used to be human, that’s how he became a mermaid. i just need to wait.” he reassured himself. 

“you killed her, jin.” 

jn stayed with her until the next morning’s sunrise, when he saw a boat about the same size as (y/n)’s with a bright light packed with people, one of them looking similar to (y/n). her skin had turned a grayish color, and she had floated to the surface of the water already. 

jin refused to believe he killed (y/n).

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[mingyuistall]

last day on the sea- k. sj

pairing(s)- merman! kim seokjin x sailor! male! reader

word count- 2.7k

genre- mermaid! au, sailor! au, fantasy

warning(s)- major character death, drowning

masterlist

there was nowhere else (y/n) felt safer than the middle of the ocean. for some, they were deathly afraid of it, vouching to never go past the sand bank. he had grown up on the ocean. his father was a sailor, and would consistently take their family out on the sea starting in may. 

today was the last day his father would be taking his family out for the rest of the year. every september, he swore it got cold, and he didn’t want any of his family getting sick. 

(y/n) nuzzled himself into the breeze, trying to take in as much as he could before the next 9 months. “it’s doesn’t even start to get cold until october. we’d have at least two weeks more out here.” he complained. his father leaned against the rail next to him. 

“i’ve told you this since you were born, (y/n), i don’t want any of you getting sick.” 

(y/n) rolled his eyes. “germaphobe.” 

“is that a bad thing?” 

(y/n) laughed and rolled his eyes, pushing himself off the railing. he sat down on the cushioned seats in the stern cockpit, pulling out a book he brought with him. 

something gleamed in the corner of his eye. he quickly shut the book and set it down in the seat next to him, standing up. walking down into the stern, he knelt down, making herself closer to the water. 

at first, (y/n) figured it was a pod of dolphins, but then he remembered that dolphins weren’t green. 

“hey, (y/n)? i’m going to go check on your mother in the cabin, alright?” 

(y/n) silently nodded, keeping his focus on the water. 

the boat slightly dipped. “hi!” 

(y/n) jumped back. a boy had propped himself up on the swim platform, completely dry. his hair was black, and his lips were plump. not to mention, he looked like an absolute god. 

“why isn’t your hair wet?” (y/n) stuttered. 

the boy laughed. “i’m a mermaid.” he shrugged. 

(y/n) swallowed. “they’re not real.” 

he laughed again. “aren’t they?” (y/n) shook his head violently. 

he sighed. then, he did a back flip in the water, showing off his tail, slightly flicking it to splash him. 

“i’m jin. i’m not supposed to be talking to you, because you’re a human, but i thought you were really cute, so i left my brothers when they weren’t paying attention to talk to you.” 

(y/n) felt blood rush to his cheeks. he shook his head once again. “you need to slow down. you can’t not just hit me with these types of things all at once… i mean, you’re a mermaid, you called me cute, what else is there? the loch ness monster is real?” 

“i-”

“please don’t answer that.” 

(y/n) sat up on his knees. “you can’t be real. there’s no way.” 

jin went underwater for a few seconds. he pursed his lips and cursed under his breath. “i have to go. come out here tomorrow, i’ll find you.” 

and with that, jin disappeared into the water. 

(y/n) had to pursue his request to meet him once again the next day. he had so any questions, and they’d never be answered if he didn’t go to see him. 

“can i borrow the boat? i remember how to drive it and everything, and yes i’ll wear a life jacket, even when i’m on the boat. and i won’t stay in the water for too long, either.” 

his father looked scrambled for a second as he answered all the questions he had yet to ask, but he knew he would ask them anyways. 

“i mean… as long as you follow the rules. go ahead. the keys are on the mantle.” 

(y/n) ran as fast as he could to the dock, where they left the boat the night before. 

it wasn’t long until he saw the same flash of green as he did yesterday. he got closer to it before stopping the boat. 

jin didn’t hesitate to slightly lift himself up with his elbows onto the swim platform. 

“you came back!” he cheered. 

before sitting down, (y/n) rolled up the cuffs of his jeans and dipped his legs into the water. “of course i did. d’you really think i’d miss a chance to talk to a mermaid?”

jin’s eyes slightly widened, before he beamed at him. “i never really get to talk to people like you. i see you guys all the time, and i always try, but my brothers stop me from getting too close to the boats.” he grumbled. 

“how many brothers do you have?” (y/n) asked. 

“six. i’m the oldest. then there’s yoongi, hoseok, namjoon, jimin, taehyung, and jungkook is the youngest. i’m only the oldest by about two hundred years, compared to jungkookie.” jin explained. his tail flicked as he spoke. 

“two hundred?” he crossed her ankles over one another. “how old are you?” 

jin furrowed his eyebrows. “400...412? no! i’m 413.” he said. (y/n)’s eyes widened. 

“oh, geez.” he whispered. 

“now it’s my turn to ask questions!” jin exclaimed. “what’s it like being a human? is it boring?” 

(y/n) laughed. his curiosity was absolutely adorable. “it’s okay… i mean, i don’t get to live underwater, like you. we can’t breathe underwater, either.” jin’s jaw slightly fell slack. she chuckled at his shocked expression. 

(y/n) didn’t get to ask any more questions. jin was so curious; he asked so many, and time went so fast, the sun was already setting.

he had never seen someone look so sad when (y/n) explained to him that he had to go home, otherwise his father would be worried. 

“you’ll come back tomorrow though, right?” he asked. (y/n) chewed the inside of his cheek. 

“maybe. i’m not sure if my dad’ll let me borrow the boat again. if he says yes,  i promise i’ll come, okay?” 

jin grinned and nodded, before he dove back underwater, flicking his tail as a goodbye. 

surprisingly to her, (y/n)’s dad said yes. he set an alarm for early that morning, 7 am (which was definitely early to him), so he could spend as much time getting to know jin. you don’t get to meet a merman everyday. 

it was colder than normal, probably because it was a little earlier in the morning. throwing a light jacket on, he ran out the door before anyone else in his family was awake. 

jin was waiting for him only a little out from shore. his eyes widened as slight panic arose in his chest. 

“jin! what if someone saw you?” he exclaimed. 

he shrugged nonchalantly. “i was trying to get away from my brothers, and since they’re frightened to come close to the shore, i came here. besides, it’s not like i was near a dock, and if i saw someone, i’d just go back underwater for a bit.” 

that wasn’t enough to convince him. “and if they saw your tail?”

jin shrugged once again. “they’d just think i’m a siren. sailors like your dad tend to forget that sirens aren’t the only species with a tail like mine.” 

(y/n) stayed silent as he drove the boat farther out, jin trailing behind. he waited until the anchor was down to continue talking to him. 

as he rolled up her pants to his calves, he asked “sirens are real?” 

jin nodded. “of course they are! they live farther out into the ocean, usually where fisherman go.”

“are you a siren?”

“er, no, but i can sing-”

“jin!” two voices called. one had the same color hair as jin, while the younger boy had pink hair. jin’s expression changed as he recognized their faces. 

“joonie, jimin, i told you not to come looking for me.” he clamored. 

the younger boy, who was presumably jimin, rolled his eyes. “that doesn’t matter. you can’t talk to him.” 

(y/n) wrapped his arms around himself at the mention of him, even if it wasn’t directly. was he getting jin in trouble? 

the three boys started to quietly argue. the only thing (y/n) heard over jin mocking his brothers was that he was forbidden to talk to him.  

“...i can go home?” 

“please do.”

“no!” they said at the same time. 

“joonie” looked like he was about to start yelling again, but jin cut him off. 

“let me talk to him for a few more minutes. i swear i’ll come home after that.” he pleaded. 

the two other boys looked at each other before sighing. “fine.” jimin said. they soon disappeared underneath the water. 

as soon as they were gone, jin spoke. “i want to try something.” (y/n) cocked his head to the side, waiting for him to continue. “i want you to come underwater. just for a few seconds.” 

“but it’s-” 

“just a few seconds.” he interrupted. (y/n) sighed as he thought of an excuse to tell his father when he came back home why his clothes were wet. 

he took a deep breath before lifting herself off the boat and into the water. he opened his eyes for a second, only for them to burn from the salt. jin felt his heart palpitate from the sight in front of him. the way his hair framed her face as it floated about, and-

he kicked up as fast as he could, gasping for air. jin shot up from underneath as well, confused on what had just happened. 

“are you alright?” he asked, concern etched onto his face. as he caught her breath, he nodded, pulling herself back onto the swim platform. 

shivering, he chuckled. “did you forget that i told you we can’t breathe underwater?” 

jin swallowed, nervously laughing as he placed his hand onto her knee reassuringly. “yeah.”

(y/n) slightly flinched at the feeling of his hand. it was extremely cold. looking down, he saw how each of his nails were tinted a light blueish green, so was the skin around it. each of his fingers were slightly webbed. there were scales scattered around his entire arm, and body, none of them connected or in a pattern. he swallowed before he asked the question that came to his mind. 

“were you ever a human?” 

for a second, jin was slightly stunned. he wasn’t sure why, until he realized that he didn’t actually know the answer to this question. 

playing his confusion off, he shrugged. “probably not. but then again, i could’ve been.” (y/n) nodded. he forgot how cold he was until a strong gust of wind blew, and he felt like all the water in his clothes just froze, turning him into a popsicle. 

“i’m gonna go, i don’t wanna get sick and not be able to see you for a while. i’ll see you later.” 

jin swam away. 

as jin swam back to where he and his brothers resided (which was a long way; they had to make sure they weren’t too close to any docks), the question (y/n) asked him invaded his brain. despite having no memories of being a human, he had been alive for a really long time, which meant he’d have a lot to remember. 

jimin was leaning on a coral, speaking to a mermaid he’d probably seen on the side of the reefs. as soon as he saw jin, he waved her off and swam over to jin. she flicked her tail at him in annoyance. 

“that wasn’t a few more minutes.” jimin mocked. jin rolled his eyes. 

“i have a question.” jimin nodded at him to go on. “do you know if you were ever a human?” 

jimin laughed. “i don’t know.” he shrugged. “even if i was, i like being a mermaid so much more.” 

jin sighed at jimin’s unhelpful answer, and went to ask someone else. 

each of his brothers shared the same the same answer, until he asked jungkook. jungkook was the youngest, only 206. 

“i thought we all were?” he started. “i was. at least, i’m pretty sure. tae said he was too, and i remember joonie and yoongi saying they were, but it was a while ago. i think i was 160 when they used to talk about it.” 

jin’s heart leapt with excitement when he finally got the answer he wanted. “how did you become a mermaid then?” 

“joon and yoongi said they drowned, so i think i did too. the very first thing i can remember is struggling in a body of water.” jungkook shrugged. while jin was practically bouncing, jungkook seemed so nonchalant. 

jin could not wait for the next time he saw (y/n). 

“jeez, why are you soaked?! you better not catch a cold, i’ll never let you out again, so help me-” 

(y/n) flicked water at his father. “someone sped past me, and i got splashed. i’m fine.” 

his father tsked, and mumbled something about stupid boat speeders. 

(y/n) continued to visit jin everyday up until november. it was really starting to get cold, and he knew there’d be absolutely no way he could convince his father to use the boat. he noticed he even hid the keys off the key rack on halloween night. 

however, it was nearing the end of march. his dad agreed to let him start using the boat again now that it was getting warmer. it turned into a habit; going to visit jin. he had plenty of questions, especially about thanksgiving and christmas. 

“i want to try something.” jin said. 

“the last time you said that i almost drowned.” (y/n) chuckled. 

the look that jin gave him in response was concerning, but he brushed it off. 

“i want you to come underwater with me. i’m going to show you something.”

(y/n) was hesitant to say yes, but he did. jin’s sudden change of demeanor was honestly scary. “alright.” 

he lifted himself off of the swim platform. while treading water, he asked him, “you remember i can’t breathe underwater, right?” jin nodded feverishly. 

jin disappeared underwater. a tug on the pant of his leg told him to go underwater. he took a deep inhale, then followed jin into the water. 

it was only a few seconds before the familiar feeling in his chest arose. he started to kick up, but jin pulled him back down. kicking harder, it almost seemed impossible to get to the surface. he opened his eyes for a quick minute, only to close them quickly because of how bad the water burned. he got a glimpse of jin’s expression, emotionless and nonchalant. 

the pain in his chest was now burning and unbearable. (y/n) thrashed against jin pushing his shoulders down, but he didn’t budge. 

starting to kick as hard as he could, his brain started to go into fight or flight mode. he needed to breathe, now, and if she didn’t-

(y/n) inhaled. the water burned his throat, mouth and nose. jin’s hands had yet to leave his shoulder. 

was no one near? could nobody see him? 

the water in his mouth begged to be let out, so he did. he didn’t feel like he was in water anymore, and he couldn’t feel jin pressing on his shoulders. he opened his eyes, and the last thing he saw was jin. 

jin waited a couple seconds. trying to recall what jungkook told him, he couldn’t remember if jungkook said how long it took for him to become a mermaid. was this going to work?

he wanted (y/n) to be a mermaid too. they’d be able to hang out all the time, and his brothers wouldn’t be on his case for talking to a human anymore.

after almost a minute, jin started to panic. (y/n) wasn’t moving. 

“jesus, jin, what’d you do?” a voice called. he turned to see jimin staring at him. 

“jungkook told me that-” 

“you killed him.” jimin blurted.

jin nervously chuckled. “no, no, jungkook said that he drowned when he used to be human, that’s how he became a mermaid. i just need to wait.” he reassured himself. 

“you killed him, jin.” 

jn stayed with him until the next morning’s sunrise, when he saw a boat about the same size as (y/n)’s with a bright light packed with people, one of them looking similar to (y/n). his skin had turned a grayish color, and he had floated to the surface of the water already. 

jin refused to believe he killed (y/n).

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