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leafsbabe · 6 months

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how Thomas Bordeleau is like in bed

what Thomas Bordeleau is like in bed:

- Thomas is horny

- the end

- no but seriously there are times where it seems like he is insatiable

- he just wants you all the time

- Thomas absolutely loves it when you tell him what to do

- doesn't matter if you're begging for his cock or ordering him to eat you out

- he loves hearing that you want him

- deep down Thomas is a gentleman so he obviously reciprocate when you give him head

- he'll stay between your thighs for ages

- just enjoying himself

- making you come on his tongue, then sucking hickeys into your inner thighs, then making you come on his tongue again

- run your fingers through his hair and tug on it

- unless you shut him up he's going to be loud

- all his neighbors hate him

- but he's not afraid to let the world know how good you feel

- doesn't quite know what he wants

- because he wants to show you off but at the same time he can be really possessive

- sometimes gives you really dark love bites right on your neck where everybody can see them

- doesn't even apologizes when they're super hard to cover up

- he just can't help himself

- Thomas just really loves it when you ride him

- put your tits in his face and just go wild

- just take what you need from him

- and after you come he can pull out, flip you around, and come across your body

- he just likes to claim you in any way he can

- in any way you'll allow him

his dick:

- nice and thick

- very suckable

the experience:

9.5/10

#hib-series #thomas bordeleau #hockey imagine #hockey imagines #nhl imagine #hockey smut #thomas bordeleau imagine #thomas bordeleau headcanon #thomas bordeleau smut #...so this is twenty-five

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sonicasura · 1 year

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SonicAsura's Doodles #69

(This doodle is old, like drawn last year and I forgot to post it.)

This is Vola Atmos, my first official Spectrobes OC and her partner Aze the Azenor. A kind upbeat survivor turned drifter after her home planet Fons was overrun by Krawl. Vola's survival came from discovering and accidentally activating the "Grand Odyssey". A mysterious ancient ship that seems to be made with the purpose of storing and awakening Spectrobe fossils.

She would soon awakens her partner from his Azepod fossil into the child form Azeko. Aze is a hyper and cuddly Fire Element Spectrobe that hates being left alone for too long. Both form an unshakable as they drift from planet to planet.

It doesn't take long for a sudden attack from the Krawl to knock her ship off course towards a wormhole. Vola being forced to take shelter in an emergency pod as she'll soon crash-land into a different universe.

I'll be writing her in my stories soon but here's a little constant. Aze will always evolve into Azenor after the Grand Odyssey crashes. Vola is a big rookie when it comes to caring for Spectrobes.

One such universe being Monkey King: Hero Is Back before the events of the movie. Crash course? Mount Huaguo so Sun Wukong and his people are in for an otherworldly surprise. This leads to Vola being put under his custody alongside Aze later evolves.

She's definitely going to be a apart of the Journey To The West. How? That's for me to know and you guys to find out. Just know Vola ain't gonna take anyone's shit while Sun Wukong is going to get cuddled by a 9 ft long Spectrobe.

(This Monkey King ends up getting a new shackle in exchange for resurrecting Liu Er after you beat his game's DLC. So he's bound to go on the journey and this is that version's equivalent to the circlet.

Design wise, I practically threw some of the canon design out for Aze's Adult form and put my own as there weren't any good renders. Vola's species is naturally very tall so she stands under 7'2 in height. My scaling just sucks.)

That's it for now! Until next time folks, I'll see you back on our journey to the west. Here's Azeko and Azenor!

#sonicasura #my art #doodles #sonicasura doodles #spectrobes #spectrobes series #aze the azenor #vola atmos #azeko #azenor #sun wukong #hib sun wukong #monkey king hero is back #hero is back #hero is back sun wukong #jttw #journey to the west

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dianawinchester03 · 1 month

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Season 1, Episode 15 - The Benders

Series Masterlist

Third Person POV

Hibbing, Michigan

"I know you're just doing your job, but the police have been here all week already. I don't see why we have to go through this again" A woman says to the three hunters posing as state police, who's neighbor had been kidnapped in Hibbing, Michigan. "The more he tells the story, the more he believes it's true" She says gesturing to her son who claimed to have witnessed the bizarre kidnapping of the man.

"Mrs. McKay...." Sam begins with an apologetic tone as the three take their hats off, dressed in state police uniforms. "...we know you spoke with local authorities..." He tells her but Dean cuts in. "But, uh, this seems like a matter for the state police. So..." Dean says calmly. Y/N looks over at the woman's son with a sweet smile on her face.

"Don't worry about how crazy it sounds, Evan. You just tell us what you saw" She says encouraging. The young boy nods with a terrified look on his face and begins to explain, "I was up late watching TV...when I heard this weird noise." He says cringing a bit. "What did it sound like?" Sam asks. "It sounded like a monster." Evan says and the three share a look.

"Tell the officers what you were watching on TV" His mother says, rolling her eyes. "Um....Godzilla vs Mothra" Evan answers gulping. Dean chuckles at the answer while Sam and Y/N smile in reminiscence of memories watching that movie with Dean growing up. "That's my favorite Godzilla movie. So much better than the original, huh?" Dean says smiling.

"Totally" Evan agrees with a heartfelt smile. "Yeah" Dean nods, looking over at Y/N at Sam, "They like the remake" He whispers to Evan who cringes in disgust, Y/N rolls her eyes at Deans childishness. "Yuck" Evan groans while Dean nods in agreement. Sam clears his throat disapproval and Deans face drop, realizing he strayed from topic.

"Evan, did you see what this thing was?" Y/N asks the young boy gently. "No. But I saw it grab Mr. Jenkins. It pulled him underneath the car" Evan insists. "Then what?" Sam asks and he sighs. "It took him away" He says, looking outside terrified. "I heard the monster leaving. It made this really scary sound" He further explains as Dean takes note of this on his pad.

"What did it sound like, Evan?" Y/N asks him. "Like this, whining growl" He answers, thinking back to that night. The three look at each other before nodding, indicating they got enough information. "Thanks for you time" Sam says kindly to Evans mother and the three leave, making their way back to their motel.

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Later that night, the three hunters are at a local bar, Dean playing darts while Sam and Y/N are at the table right next to him doing their research. "So the local police have not ruled out foul play. Apparently, there were signs of a struggle" Y/N tells the boys as she flicks the ash of her cigarette into the ashtray.

"You know, they could be right. It could just be a kidnapping" Dean suggests as he aims his dart at the board. "Maybe this isn't our kind of gig" He suggests, throwing the dart. "Yeah, maybe not" Sam agrees and Y/N nods, taking a drag from her cigarette. Sam then shows her Johns journal and points to a location. "Except for this. Your dad marked the area, Dean" She says, tapping the book.

This draws their attention and Dean stops throwing his darts and walks up to see the journal. "Possible hunting grounds for a phantom attacker" She says. "Why would he even do that?" Dean asks, picking up his beer and sipping it. "Well, he found a lot of local folklore about a dark figure that comes out at night, grabs people, then vanishes" Sam explains.

"He found this too: This county has more missing persons per capita than anywhere in the state" Y/N tells them, flicking her ash into the tray. "That is weird" Dean agrees, walking back to play darts. "Yeah" Sam and Y/N say in unison. "But don't phantom attackers usually snatch people from their beds? Jenkins was taken from a parking lot" Dean points out.

"Well, they're all kinds, Spring Heeled Jacks, phantom gassers. They take people anywhere, anytime" Sam explains as Y/N crushes her now finished cigarette bud in the ashtray, outing it. Dean goes and pulls the darts off the wall, walking back towards them. "Look, fellas. I don't know if this is our kind of gig either-" Y/N goes to say but Dean cuts her off in agreement.

"Yeah you're right. We should ask around more tomorrow" Dean agrees, going back to throwing the dart. "Right" Sam sighs. "I saw a motel about five miles back" Sam goes to say, suggesting they shack up. "Woah, woah, easy. Let's have another round" Dean says defensively. "We should get an early start" Sam says, shaking his head. "You really know how to have fun, don't you, Grandma?" Y/N snickers sarcastically, sipping her beer.

Sam gives her a look and she sighs knowing he's right while Dean shakes his head, "Alright. I'll meet you guys outside. I gotta powder my nose" Y/N says, picking up her jacket. "I'll wait on you" Dean calls out to her. "Okay!" She responds, going into the bathroom. His eyes trail up and down her body as she walks away, the little sway to her hips seeing as she's clearly a little tipsy.

A blush rises to his face when he realizes he's staring at her, clearing his throat he takes a sip of his beer.

Meanwhile Sam walk out of the bar and approaches the Impala but some rustling nearby draws his attention, he looks around suspiciously and rests Johns journal down on the hood of the Impala. Taking out his flashlight, he turns it on and shines it around the parking lot.

He then kneels down to shine it under the car, only to be frightened by a stray cat underneath that screeches at him. He screams, chuckling to himself in embarrassment after the cat runs away. Getting back up, he dusts his hands off.

Dean and Y/N exit the bar, flirtatiously arguing, "You took forever in there, Princess. Did you drink a whole gallon of beer?" He teases her. She scoffs, rolling her eyes. "You try peeing in a crusty ass bars bathroom as a woman and then complain to me" She retorts back huffing. Dean chuckles nudging her a bit as they walk to the car jokingly.

She nudges him back, sticking her hands in her jacket pocket, hiding the blush that's taking over her face but Dean notices it, satisfied he made her laugh. They approach the Impala, John's journal on the hood and no sign of Sam. They share a puzzled look and Y/N goes to the passenger seat, opening the door. The car empty.

"He's not here" Y/N tells Dean, panicked. They look around the parking lot, no sign of him. A group of people exit the bar and they rush over to them. "Hey, hey. Have you guys been outside around here in, like, the last hour or so?" Dean asks the couple and they shake their heads.

"Sam!" Y/N calls out for him in the parking lot, her voice laced with concern. "Sammy?!" Dean and Y/N call out in unison but no answer. Y/N then looks up and sees a highway security camera above. "Dean, look" She draws his attention to the camera, pointing to it.

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The next morning, the two have gotten little to no sleep. They're now at a local Sheriffs Department. "So, what can I do for you. Officer Washington and Wilcox?" The deputy that they introduced themselves to as state police asks them. "We're working a missing persons" Y/N informs the woman. "I didn't know the Jenkins case was being covered by the state police" She says.

"Uh, no. No. This is someone else. Actually, it's my cousin" Dean informs her. "We all were having a few last night at this bar down by the highway. And we haven't seen him since" He further explains. "Does your cousin have a drinking problem?" The officer questions. "Sam? Two beers and he's doing karaoke" Y/N jokes, making Dean chuckle a bit.

The officer also laughs lightly, "He wasn't drunk. He was taken" Dean tells her and she nods. "Alright, what's his name?" She asks them, going over to her computer. They follow behind. "Winchester. Sam Winchester" Y/N tells her. "Like the rifle?" She asks, sitting my down at her desk. "Like the rifle" Dean nods, taking a seat, Y/N sitting next to him.

The woman types in his name and waits for it to load. She then clicks on a file, "Samuel Winchester. So you know that his brother, Dean Winchester, died in St. Louis..." She begins and the two hunters share a look of panic. "...and was suspected of murder" The officers eyebrows shoot up at this, looking over at the two.

"Yeah, Dean. Kind of the black sheep of the family" Dean covers. "Handsome, though" He adds cockily, Y/N rolls her eyes and scoffs at this. "Uh-huh" The officer responds dryly, typing on her computer. "Please, the guy was a cocky shit" Y/N chimes in, Dean shoots her a glare while she gives him a cheeky smile.

Her smile making his heart beat twice as fast. "Well, he's not showing up in any current field reports" The officer notifies them. "Oh, we already have a lead. We saw a surveillance camera out by the highway" He tells her. "Uh-huh. County traffic cam?" She asks. "Right. Yeah. We're thinking the camera picked up whatever took him...Or whoever" Y/N says.

"Well, I have access to the cam footage down at the County Works Department. But...well, in the meantime, let's do this the right way" The officer says, getting up to give them a report paper. "Why don't you two fill out a missing persons report.." She begins, the two share a look of unease and impatience.

Y/N gets up and takes it from her, "...and sit tight over here?" The officer says and Y/N sighs. "Officer, look, uh, he's my partners family. Basically mine too" She begins. "And I kind of look out for the kid. You gotta let us go with you" Dean pleads. The officer understand but shakes her head, "I'm sorry, I can't do that" She says.

They look down disappointedly "Well, tell me something. Your county has its fair share of missing persons. Any of them come back?" Y/N asks hopefully. The officer looks down and doesn't answer. "Sams my responsibility. And he's coming back. We're bringing him back" Dean says determined. Y/N heart aches, knowing that Sam going missing is definitely taking a toll on Dean.

Hell, she's worried off her ass, she can't imagine how Dean must feel. Deans probably blaming himself and he definitely is. Y/N knows he is because of his nature to protect and if shit it's the fan, he carries the guilt even if it wasn't his to hold.

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In an unknown location, Sam's eyes flutter open to a bright light shining in his face, he gasps jumping awake when he notice he's locked in a cage what seems to be made up of metal. It seems to be a barn of some sort hes in. Sam tries to stand up but he can only make it halfway up because it's so cramped in here.

He tries to push the cage open, rattling at the bars but it's locked. His eyes shift next to him to see another person, in a cage, unconscious and locked up. Sam assumes he's dead and sighs painfully. The light from the sun in the cracks in the wall of the barn. His chest heaving in fear.

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"Greg, Alex. I think we got something" Kathleen, the deputy, calls out to Dean and Y/N who are sitting on a park bench, outside of the County Works Department after convincing her to let them tag along. They stand up quickly and the officer hands the papers to Y/N, Dean peers over her shoulder looking at the images.

"These traffic camera take an image every three seconds. It's part of the Amber Alert program. These images were all taken around the time your cousin Sam disappeared" Kathleen explains but they're all just pictures of cars heading down the highway. "This really isn't what we're looking for" Dean says as Y/N flips through the papers.

"Just wait, wait. Next one" She tells them and Y/N flips the page. The image of an old van infront of the bar. "This one was taken right after Sam left the bar. Look at the back end of the thing" She informs them, pointing to the picture. Their eyebrows quirk up, "Now look at the plates" Kathleen instructs and Y/N flips to the other page.

The van was old and the plates were shiny. "The plates look new. It was probably stolen" Y/N points out. "So whoever's driving that rust bucket must be involved" Kathleen says, sure of her assumption. The screeching of an old engine from a van driving by surprises the two hunters. "You hear that engine?" Dean points out.

It clicks in Y/N's head where he's getting at and she nods. "Yeah?" Kathleen responds a little confused. "Kind of a whining growl, isn't it?" Y/N says, quoting Evans words from earlier. "Sure" Kathleen says shrugging, looking wth them confused. "Well, I'll be damned" Dean says in surprise and Y/N scoffs in disbelief as they share a look.

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Back in the barn where Sam is being help captive, he's trying to knock down the cage doors in anyway. Holding onto the top and kicking with all his might but it won't budge. He does this several times till he falls to the ground tired. The sound of Sam trying to knock the cage down wakes up the other victim that's being help captive.

He groans in pain getting up. Sam jumps in shock at the sound, "You're alive?" He says I'm relief. "Huh?" The confused man responds. "Hey, you okay?" Sam asks quickly. "Does it look like I'm doing okay?" The man growls back sarcastically. Sam chooses to ignore this, "Where are we?" Sam asks.

"I don't know. The country, I think. Smells like the country" The man answers and realization dawns on Sam. "You're Alvin Jenkins, aren't you?" Sam asks. "Yeah" Alvin confirms and Sam shakes his head. "Wow, I was looking for you" He tells him. "Oh, yeah?" Alvin scoffs. "Yeah" Sam responds. "Well, no offense, but this is a piss poor rescue" Alvin retorts.

"Well my brother and my best friend are out there right now too. They're looking for us. So.." Sam says. "So, they're not gonna find us. We're the the middle of nowhere, waiting for them to come back and do God knows what to us" Alvin says pessimistically. "What are they? Have you seen them?" Sam asks him lowly.

Alvin looks at him like he's nuts, "What've you talking about?" He asks Sam confused. "Whatever grabbed us? What do they look like?" Sam queries and the door opens. "See for yourself" Alvin says, scooting into a corner of the cage. Sam lowers himself to make it seem as though he's asleep.

A person in a dark hood comes in. Hitting against Alvin's cage with a large metal rod so he goes further back, resting down a tray of food and water. "Leave me alone. Don't you touch me. You leave me alone!" Alvin screams in fear but the person just closes the cage. Alvin then grabs the food and quickly eats it up. Clearly being starved.

The person then goes over to Sam's cage,

hitting against it with the large metal rod making him scoot into the corner. They go to a little box, pushing a key inside and turning the lock, Sam takes note of this. He looks at them in shock at they leave. "I'll be damned. They're just people" He says stunned.

"Yeah. What did you expect?" Alvin quips up from his cage. "How often do they feed you?" Sam asks. "Once a day" Alvin responds, stuffing his mouth with the sausage and bread. "They use that thing over there to open the cage" He points to the little box that they shoved the key inside and turned it.

"And that's the only time you see them?" Sam asks. "So far. But I'm waiting" Alvin says. "Waiting for what?" Sam asks. "Ned Beatty time, man" Alvin says and Sam scoffs. "I think that's the least of your worries right now" He remarks. "Oh yeah?" Alvin asks. "Yeah" Sam responds nodding.

"What do you think they want, then?" Alvin asks as Sam reaches upwards outside the cage on the top, trying to pull what seems to be a big chain. "Depends on who they are" Sam says. "They're a bunch of psycho hillbilly rednecks if you ask me. Looking for love in all the wrong places" Alvin says frustrated. Sam groans as he tries to pull the chain.

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"Okay, your next traffic came is 50 miles from here and your pickup didn't pass that one. So.." Kathleen tells Y/N and Dean as they drive down the highway in a squad car, Dean riding shotgun and Y/N in the back. "So it must've pulled off somewhere" Y/N finishes her thought. "I don't see any other roads here" Dean points out, canvassing the map.

"Well, a lot of these backwoods properties have their own private roads" She tells them. Dean and Y/N huff in frustration, "Great" Y/N mutters. The police scanner in the car beeps and draws the officers attention to it. She types and clicks on it and it opens up a file. She then looks over at Y/N and Dean suspiciously. "So, Gregory and Alexandra" She says.

Their gazes snap over to her. "Yeah" Dean answers. "I ran the both of your badge numbers. It's routine when we're working a case with state police for accounting purposes and what have you" She begins and Y/N begins to panic internally along with Dean. "Mm-hm" Y/N says casually, sharing a look of panic with Dean.

"And uh, they just got back to me.." She says, pulling over the car into an empty lot. "Says here your badges were stolen. And there's pictures of you" She says, they both cock their eyebrows in fake surprise as she turns the monitor to show them two pictures of a male and female State Police officers. Both the man of African American Descent and the woman of (another ethnicity), in no way fitting Dean and Y/N's look or description.

Y/N clears her throat awkwardly, no sure how to answer, "I lost some weight. And I got that Michael Jackson skin disease" Dean lamely tries to cover, Kathleen shakes her head and Y/N glares at Dean like, 'You're such an idiot'. "Okay, would you two step out of the car, please" Kathleen says firmly. "Look, look, look" Y/N stops her from getting out gently.

"You want to arrest us? That's fine. We'll cooperate. I swear. Right?" Y/N looks over at Dean and he nods, giving Kathleen his best puppy dog eyes he learnt from Sam. "But first, please, let us find Sam" Y/N pleads with the officer. "I don't even know who you two are. Or is this Sam person is missing." Kathleen says suspiciously.

"Look into our eyes and tell me if we're lying about this" Dean says. "Identity theft? You're impersonating officers" She says firmly. "Here's the thing. When we were young, I pretty much pulled him from a fire" Dean begins, her eyes have a bit of pity and uncertainty in them while Y/N breath hitches in her throat at the mention of his moms death.

She's surprised by this, her heart pangs in concern for Dean. "And ever since then, I've felt responsible for him. You know, like it's my job to keep him safe" Dean explains, clearing his throat as he feels tears welling up in his eyes. Y/N notices this and chimes in. "We're just afraid if we don't find him fast..." Y/N adds, not able to finish the sentence at the thought of something happening to her best friend.

"...Please. He's our family " She pleads with Kathleen. The deputy sighs and then turns to them, "I'm sorry. You've given me no choice. I have to take you guys in" She tells them and their faces drop. She then looks up at a picture that's clipped in on the visor of the drivers seat and then sighs again, contemplating a bit. She shakes her head and then straps her seatbelt back on.

"After we find Sam Winchester" She says firmly. The two hunters sigh in relief at this.

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Back at the barn where he's being held captive, Sam is still trying to pull the rod attached to the cage. "What's your name again?" Alvin asks him. "It's Sam" He responds, groaning. "Why don't you give it up, Sammy. There's no way out" He tells him roughly. Sams gaze snaps over to him, anger rising, fury in his eyes.

"Don't call me Sammy!" He bellows and the rod snaps. It falls into the cage and Sam coughs from the dust falling from the roof. "What is it?" Alvin queries as Sam picks up the object examining it. "It's a bracket" He informs him. "Oh, thank God, a bracket. Now we got them, huh?" Alvin retorts sarcastically.

Sam rolls his eyes at his tone. Suddenly, Alvins's cage door unlocks. "It must've been a short" Alvin says, hope rising. Sam looks at the door, confused by this. "Maybe you knocked something loose" He says, going to the door and creeping slowly out of the cage. Something doesn't feel right about this to Sam.

Sam soon realizes that this could be a trap because pulling down the bracket with most likely have not unlocked the cage. "I think you should get back in, Jenkins" He warns him. "What?" Alvin says confused. "This isn't right" Sam tells him. "Don't you want to get out of here?" Alvin says frustrated. "Yeah, but that was too easy" Sam tries to reason.

Alvin looks back at Sam and back to the door in contemplation. "I'm gonna get out of here. And I'm gonna send help, okay? Don't worry" Alvin assures him going to the door. "No! Im serious, Jenkins. This might be a trap" Sam tries to warn him but he doesn't listen. "Bye, Sammy" He says quickly before creeping out of the door.

"Jenkins!" Sam calls out to him pleadingly but it's too late. He's now outside of the barn, looking around to make sure no one is around. He stoops and runs out. Back inside the barn the cage closes for itself, indicating that someone was controlling it and it was most certainly a trap. Sam huffs in annoyance, pained at fact that he couldn't get Jenkins to listen.

Alvin moves quickly around the side of a house as the rain is pouring. He stumbles upon a knife that so happens to be on the ground, picking it up he mutters, "Thank you" while looking up at the sky. He wields the knife and begins running through the busy area when suddenly the sounds of a man laughing loudly frightens him.

He runs quickly only to be struck in the face with a log by an unknown man. The man laughs as Alvin tries to crawl away, he goes to hit him again but Alvin quickly stabs him in his calf and runs. He makes it about 100 yards until another man comes up behind him and stabs him in the thigh, making him scream in pain.

The two men circle him while laughing and Alvin quickly gets up, holding his thigh, bolting in another direction. It's clear they're hunting like as prey because they let him escape only for Alvin to be tripped by a wire that was set up prior. The two men laugh when he falls, giving him a predatory look before stabbing him as he screams in fear.

Sam who is still in the barn, hears the screams of Jenkins, his heart beating out of his chest.

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The next morning, the two hunters and Kathleen are walking back to the squad car, coffee cups in all of their hands. "Okay, officer. Look I don't mean to press my luck" Dean says. "Your luck is so pressed" She retorts back. "Right" Y/N mutters, clearing her throat. "I was wondering, why are you helping us out anyway? Why don't you just lock us up?" Dean asks her curiously and she sighs.

"My brother Riley disappeared three years ago. A lot like Sam" She begins to explain, Dean and Y/N feels sympathetic towards her now. "We searched for him, but nothing.....I know what it's like to feel responsible for someone, and for them...." She says before stopping, thinking of her brothers disappearance.

"Come on. Let's keep at it" She changes the subject, jumping in the squad car. "Guess she ain't so bad after all" Y/N says to Dean. He nods, "I guess" He says sighing, jumping in the car along with Y/N.

Sometime later, they're driving down the stretch the van was last seen. Y/N notices a turn off and nudges Dean, "Look" She points to it. His head snaps in the direction and he says, "Wait wait wait. Pull over here. Pull over" He tells Kathleen and she obliges. They all get out, "This is the first turn off I've seen so far" Y/N points out as they walk.

"You two stay here. I'll check it out" Kathleen orders them. "No way" Dean denies while Y/N shakes her head. "Hey!" She calls out to them and they turn back. "You're civilians. And felons...I think. I'm not taking you with me" She says bluntly. Dean and Y/N share a look before turning back to her, "You're not going with us" Y/N says firmly and the officer sighs.

"Alright" She agrees. "You two promise you won't get involved? Let me handle it" She makes sure. They both nod quickly agreeing, "Yeah, we promise" Dean says. "Shake on it" She says and Y/N looks at her suspiciously when she says this but still, the two put their hands out.

Only to be handcuffs together before they could react by Kathleen. "Oh, come on" Y/N groans. "Seriously?!" Dean huffs as she drags the two of them to the squad car, holding Y/N firmly and uncuffing her, she then loops the cuff into the door handle of the squad car and re-cuffs Y/N. "This is ridiculous" Y/N grumbles as Dean rolls his eyes.

"Kathleen, I think you're gonna need our help!" Dean calls out to her. "I'll manage" She says plainly, locking the car with the remote and it beeps. "Thank you" She adds before walking off, leaving the two behind. Y/N begins to dig in her pocket and Dean tugs at the cuffs and goes "I gotta start carrying paperclips" He says angrily.

"Easy hotshot, I've got this" She says and he looks at her confused as she digs in her pocket. "You got an itch or something?" He asks her, cocking her eyebrow. "You're gonna lose that sassiness when- GOT IT!" She exclaims happily, pulling her Bobby pin from her pocket.

"You always carry that around?" He asks her curiously, smiling in joy. "Not the first time I've been in handcuffs" She retorts back, flashing him a coy wink as she begins to pick the lock. His eyebrows raised at her, now intrigued by her statement. A smirk over takes Deans face when Y/N says this, "Is that so, now I'm curious. When else have you been in handcuffs, Princess?" He asks in a sultry tone.

The thought of Y/N handcuffs to a bed making his chest heave and to be quite frank, turning him on a but while he tries to play it off cool. Y/N rolls her eyes, trying to subside her blush. "Don't be a prev, charming. I mean I've been arrested before" She tries to play it off, shrugging innocently but Dean knows that bullshit. "Ha, sure. That's what you meant." He scoffs ironically and she chuckles.

"You're gonna have to tell me eventually" He adds in a flirtatious tone. Her eyes flicker up to his. She pulls the corner of her bottom lip into her mouth, biting it lightly. "Why don't you find out" She retorts back in a low tone, Dean is stunned. The way Y/N is bit her lip just added fuel to the fire. "Meaning, I'll show you my arrest record" She adds innocently, his smirk widens.

"Sure, that's what you mean" He snorts. God this woman is really gonna be the death of me. Dean thinks to himself. "Shut up" She quips, Dean is trying hard not to blush at the way Y/N flirted with him. "You almost got that?" He asks her clearing his throat. "Patience. It's harder how she cuffed us together" She tells him.

Meanwhile, Kathleen walks down the track to find an old house. The truck from the video footage parked next to it. She walks up the porch of the house and knocks lightly at the door. Not long after a young girl answers, her skin dirty, her hair looking like it hasn't been brushed in ages. Kathleen is taken back by her state.

"Hi. How are you?" She says gently in a concerned tone. The young girl doesn't answer and just walks towards Kathleen, she backs up a bit, "Who are you?" The girl asks her, touching her badge on her jacket to check it. "I'm Kathleen, I'm a deputy. What's your name?" Kathleen introduces herself and now asks the young girl.

"Missy" The girl responds, a troubled look in her eyes. "Missy, that's a pretty name" Kathleen says nicely with a small smile, feeling a bit uneasy at the girl's presence. "Missy, is your moms home?" She asks her. "She's dead" Missy responds in a plain tone. "I'm sorry. What about you dad?" Kathleen says apologetically and Missy shakes her head.

"Can I come in for a minute?" Kathleen asks her, Missy shakes her head a bit more frantically. "I just want you to look at a picture" Kathleen says, nodding understandably. "Have you seen that guy?" She asks Missy, handing her a picture of Sam. "Look at that picture" Kathleen says gently.

Missy looks at the picture and back up at Kathleen, to the side of her and back to her, a smirk rising on her face, "What?" Kathleen asks her a bit hopefully. "That's gonna hurt" Missy says with a dark grin when suddenly a man comes up behind Kathleen, hitting her against her head with a shovel off guard, knocking her out cold.

"Missy, sweetheart. Go tell your brothers I wanna see em" Missy's father orders her. "Yes, Daddy" She obliges with a grim smile on her face, holding the picture of Sam as she walks back.

All while this is happening, Y/N finally gets the cuffs unlocked around her and Deans hand. "Hallelujah!" She exclaims in victory. "Good girl, let's go" Dean praises her, a blush rising to her cheeks as they run down the track.

Y/N's POV

Something about Dean calling me a 'Good Girl' gets me all jittery, it's irritatingly hot. Ugh, I need to get ahold of myself. We come upon a barn and quietly open the door. We look around in disgust at the barn to see empty cages and rotten food about. The place is heavy, the same feeling I get in places where tons of people have died is what I'm getting now.

I notice at the corner of my eye a bit of movement. "Sam?" I gasp in relief when I see Sam in one of the cages. Deans gaze snaps in the direction I'm looking at and we make way to his cage. Sam has a smile and a look of relief on his face when he realizes it's us. "Are you hurt?" Dean asks him concerned. "No" Sam responds and Dean knocks the cage a bit.

"Damn it's good to see you" He says relieved. "How did you get out of those cuffs?" I hear a familiar voice behind me. I turn around to see Kathleen in a cage across from Sam. "I know a trick or two" I respond smugly. "Alright, let's get them out" I tell Dean and he nods, taking a good look at the locks. "Woah, these locks look like there gonna be a bitch" He says and I groan.

"Well, there's some kind of automatic control right there" Sam tells us, point to a box at the other corner of the room. "Have you seen them?" I ask him. He nods, "Yeah. Dude, they're just people" He tells us and I cock my eyebrow at this. "And they jumped you?" Dean asks him surprised. "Must be getting a little rusty there, kiddo" He retorts and I roll my eyes.

"What do they want?" I ask Sam as we go over to the box. "I don't know. They let Jenkins go but that was some sort of trap. It doesn't make any sense to me" Sam informs us as we open the box and try to click to see if anything will open. "Yeah well that's the point. You know, with our usual playmates, there's rules. There's patterns" Dean says vaguely so it doesn't scare Kathleen.

"But with people, they're just crazy" I add scoffing and Dean nods in agreement. "You guys see anything else out there?" Sam asks us. "Uh, there's about a dozen junked cars out back. Plates from all over. So we're thinking when they take someone, they take their car too." Dean tells him. "Did you see a black Mustang? About 10 years old?" Kathleen asks us.

"Yeah, actually, we did" I tell her and her face drops. Realization dawns on me, "Your brothers...I'm sorry" I say apologetically. "Let's get you guys out of here and then we'll take care of those bastards" Dean says. "This thing takes a key? Key?" I turn to Sam asking him. "I don't know" He responds shrugging. "Alright. We better go find it" Dean says, nudging me towards the exit.

I follow behind and Sam calls out to us. "Hey" He exclaims. "Yeah?" Me and Dean respond. "Be careful" He warns us. We share a look before nodding. "Yeah" We respond before walking out the barn and breaking into the house, making sure not to draw too much attention.

We end up in a dark room so we take out flashlights out and begin searching around it. As we can canvas the room, we see jars filled with human body parts. Teeth, hair, ears, noses...brains. Dean grimaces, tapping the jar. "Yikes" He remarks. "Is that-" I gag. "Yup" Dean responds gagging. "That's fucking disgusting" I gag in disgust.

We scan the wall with our lights to see picture of some guys dragging dead bodies, cutting them up, posing with them like if they're some sort of trophy. I feel disgusted, angry, sad, an array of emotions at the blatant dehumanization they did to these people. I pick up a picture of a familiar face and show Dean. It was a picture of a now dead Alvin Jenkins.

"Jeez. Demons, I get. People are fucking crazy" Dean groans looking at the picture in my hand and I nod in agreement. "Crazy is an understatement. These assholes are psychotic beyond repair" I say. We hear a bit of creaking upstairs. "You hear that?" Dean whispers and I nod quickly. "Stay here, I'm gonna go check it out- And don't argue." He pleads, my mouth snaps shut quickly when he tells me don't argue.

"You don't know why they're capable of, Dean" I try to reason but he sighs. "Please, Princess. Just listen for once" He says and I sigh. "Fine. Be safe" I warn him and he flashes me a wink, "Ditto" before walking up the stairs slowly. I wait about a minute or two before I hear a young girl screaming "Daddy! Daddy!" Then I hear some grunting and tussling. My heart is beating out of my chest when I hear Dean groaning in pain.

With that, I bolt into action quickly run up the stairs and crouch behind the wall, "I'm gonna kick your ass first" I hear Dean say, "And the yours" He adds breathing heavily. Before I could go out to defend him. A man comes up behind him and quickly knocks him upside the head, blood dripping from the side of his head. I clamp my hand over my mouth to stop myself from reacting.

They all pick him up and then tie him to a chair, all surrounding him. I quickly formulate a plan in my head but I'm easily outnumbered. I can't take on three grown men. Maybe two if your throw in the little girl but they kicked Deans ass, much less mine. I mean I've got my gun but there's like two bullets in the chamber and three men.

Dean then comes too and sees me in the corner, poking my head out behind the wall. I bring my fingers to my lips in a 'shushing' manner. "Come on. Let's hunt him" One of the hillbilly's say, getting up into his face. "Yeah, this one's a fighter. Sure would be fun to hunt" The older hillbilly says a bit excited, laughing in a wheezing manner. I grimace at the way they said 'hunt'.

This means they were 'hunting' everyone else they killed. Sick bastards. "Oh, you gotta be kidding me. That's what this is about. You— You yahoos hunt people?" Dean groans. "You ever killed before?" The old man asks him. "Wha-" Dean says confused, chuckling humorlessly. "Well that depends on what you mean" He answers.

"I've hunted all my life. Just like my father, his before him. I've hunted deer and bear. I even got a cougar once. Oh boy." The man explains excitedly. "But the best hunt is human" He adds grimly. "Ohhh, there's nothing like it. Holding their life in your hands. Seeing the fear in their eyes just before they go dark. Makes you feel powerful alive" He says proudly and I grimace.

Once again. Sick fucking bastards. "You're a sick puppy" Dean voices my thoughts. The man gets a bit irritated. "We give them a weapon. Give them a fighting chance. It's kinda like our tradition. Passed down father to son" The old man explains and his son I presume, smiles proudly, caressing the little girls hair intimately that I assume is his sister. Now that's just weird, what the hell.

I mean sure, Sam ruffles my hair whenever we hug but it's usually in a messy way. That's just some incest level bullshit. "Course only one or two a year. Never enough to bring the law down. We never been that sloppy" The old man says. "Oh. Yeah, well, don't sell yourself short. You're plenty sloppy." Dean says sarcastically and I shake my head at his tone.

He's gonna get himself killed I swear. The man then gets in his face. "So, what, you with that pretty cop?" The man asks him and he doesn't answer. "You a cop?" He asks him again making Dean chuckle. "If I tell you...you promise not to make me into an ashtray" Dean says mockingly and I hold back a snort in laughter. A man then punches him straight in the nose making me jump back.

Dean whimpers in pain. That's gotta hurt. "Only reason I don't let my boys take you right here and now is that there's something I need to know" The man says angrily. "Yeah, how bout it's not nice to marry your sister" Dean says sarcastically and I try not to laugh again, putting my hand over my mouth. At least I'm not the only one that realized that was some weird incest shit going on.

"Tell me. Any other cops gone come looking for you?" The old man asks and Dean groans. "Ah, Eat me." He retorts before adding, "Nononono, wait wait wait. You actually might" He groans and I chuckle lightly shaking my head. The man then comes up infront of him with a hot poker and one of his son holds Deans face in place. All logic leaves my head when I see this and I draw my gun.

"You think this is funny? You brought this down on my family" He says and Dean doesn't answer. I go to move out from behind the wall and Dean gives me a look that says, 'Stay right there!'. I oblige hesitatingly but crouch back. "Alright, you wanna play games? We'll play some games" The old man says in a psychotic tone. "Looks like we're gonna have a hunt tonight after all boys." He says to his sons who look excited.

"And you get to pick the animal. The boy or the cop" He says to Dean and I gasp lightly. "Okay. Wait wait wait. No. Look nobody's coming for me, alright? It's just us" He tries to convince them, blood dripping down his nose. His breathing growing heavier. "You don't choose, I will" He says and touches Dean with the hot poker. Dean groans in pain and I clamp my hand over my mouth again, trying to think of what to do. "You son of a bitch" He hisses.

Remain calm Y/N. "Next time, I'll take an eye" The man says, putting to poker close up to Deans eye. "Alright. The guy, the guy, take the guy" Dean chooses Sam and this shocks me but it makes sense because Sam can quicker fight his way out over Kathleen. "Lee, Go do it" The man tells one of his sons, taking out a key from around his neck and handing it to him.

"Don't let him out, though. Shoot him in the cage" The man orders his son and I gasp lightly. "What? I thought you said you were gonna hunt it. You were gonna give him a chance" Dean argues shocked. "Too late. And when you're done with the boy. Shoot the bitch too" The man orders his son. I decide to shimmy out of the window and creep around the side of the house.

I follow his son into the barn, making sure he doesn't see me. When I enter, he's already aiming his gun at Sam in the unlocked cage. I think fast and pick up a shovel on the ground, "Hey Alabama!" I draw his attention to me, knocking him across his head HARD with the shovel. He falls to the ground and we wrestle for the gun.

In the midst of the fight, two shots go off from the gun. He punches me across my mouth and I quickly recover, then Sam comes up behind me, right hooking him in the nose. Knocking him out cold him out. I check the chamber in the shotgun to see if there's any more bullets left, "Damn" I groan in annoyance when I realize it's empty.

I take out my pistol and hand it to Sam. "Here, it's got two bullets. Make it count. Take her to safety." I instruct him, pointing to Kathleen. "I gonna go rescue Dean" I tell him. "What about you?" He asks me concerned. "I'll be fine little Winchester" I give him a smug smile before creeping back outside. I make my way around the side of the house. The old man and his other son come rushing out with their shotguns and I hide behind a barrel outside.

They don't notice me so I climb back into the house through the window I came out in. I crouch around the corner to see the little girl with a knife to Deans eye. "Hey Sasquatch!" I yell and the girl quickly turns around. "How bout you let my friend go" I grit my teeth at her. She then stares at me with a troubled look in her eyes.

She charges headfirst towards me, screaming like a banshee, with her knife in her hand. I quickly backhand her, knocking her cold out on the floor. Dean looks at me stunned as I go over to untie him from the chair. "Jeez, Princess. Didn't know you hated little girls so much" He snorts. "Only the knife wielding ones, charming" I retort back with a wink making him laugh.

When I untie him and he stands up, I wrap my arms around his shoulder, pulling him into a hug. He returns the hug, chuckling into my neck. "Don't scare me like that you dick" I tell him a bit angry. He smiles at me. "Awww you care about me" He teases me and I punch him lightly in his shoulder in mock annoyance. He chuckles more, groaning a bit when I punch him.

I lightly touch his cut on his forehead in concern and he hisses. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry." I apologize quickly. "I'm fine sweetheart" He assures me with a small smile. My heart pangs in relief to know that he's okay, witnessing him getting tortured absolutely torn into my heart. "Good" I say lightly. His arms are still wrapped around my waist and mine are still around his shoulder.

His eyes piercing into mine, his forestry green orbs swimming with emotion. I know for sure this time he glanced down at my lips but our moment is cut short when, "Oh thank god" We hear Sam breathe out in relief, seeing me and Dean. We quickly break the hug, clearing our throats. Sam's eyes glances between the two of us, a smug smile appearing in his face. "Crap, did I just interrupt something?" He asks us, cocking an eyebrow.

"No!" We both respond hastily, shaking our head. "Let's just lock her in the closet" I point to the unconscious girl, changing the subject.

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After locking her away, we all exit the house. We see Kathleen and walk towards her. "Where's the girl?" She asks us. "Locked in the closet" Dean informs her. "What about the dad?" He asks her and she has a slightly horrified look on her face. "Shot. Trying to escape" She says vaguely and I cock my eyebrow at this. I look over at Sam who has a guilty look on her face but I decide not to press.

"I think the cars at the police station" Dean tells Sam as we walk down the track while Kathleen is calling in backup. "So...state police and the FBI are gonna be here within the hour. They're gonna wanna talk to you." She tells us. "I suggest that you three are long gone by then" She says and I let out a sigh of relief.

"Thanks" I say gratefully. "Hey listen, I don't mean to press our luck. But we're kinda in the middle of nowhere. Think we can catch a ride?" Dean asks her and I shake my head. Kathleen looks at him in disbelief but also shakes her head. "Start walking. Duck if you see a squad car" She suggests. "Sounds great to me. Thanks" Sam says.

He and Dean go to walk off but I notice Kathleen is still a bit on edge. My gut tells to say something so I say , "Listen uh...sorry about your brother" my tone genuine. She nods tearfully, "Thank you." Her voice cracking. "It was really hard not knowing what happened. I thought it would be easier once I knew the truth. But....it isn't....really" She admits and I nod understandably, not knowing what to say.

"Anyway, you should go" She says, feigning a smile. I return it and give her a hug. "You take care of yourself, okay?" I tell her sweetly and she nods, allowing her tears to fall. "You too, Y/N" She says genuinely and I smile. Following behind the boys.

After about 15 mins of walking, Dean finally quips up. "Don't ever do that again" He says to Sam. "Do what?" Sam asks him confused. "Go missing like that" He says and Sam smiles. "You were worried about me" He points out. "All I'm saying is, you vanish like that again, I'm not looking for you" Dean retorts and I shake my head with a smile. "Sure you won't" He retorts smiling.

"I'll look for you Sammy" I tell him with a sweet smile, wrapping my arm around his waist. "Thanks y/n/n. At least someone cares about me" He smiles back, teasing Dean as Sam wraps his arm around my shoulder. "Oh don't worry about your idiot brother. He loves you. He just needs to keep up his whole macho man facade" I tease Dean who has his head to the ground, fighting a grin.

This makes Sam laugh. "Shut uppp" Dean grumbles like a 10 year old. "Come here youuuu" I say to Dean jokingly, wrapping my arm around his shoulder and he wraps his arm around my waist. My heart skipping a beat slightly as his hand brushes my hip. We all continue walking, still in a group hug. "So, you got sidelined by a 13-year-old girl, huh?" Sam mocks Dean. "Oh shut up" Dean groans in annoyance.

"Just saying, you're getting rusty there, kiddo" Sam retorts, mocking Deans words from earlier. I burst out laughing at this. "Shut up!" Dean says again laughing, making Sam chuckle. I love these fellas with all my heart and moments like these are rare in our stressful line of work. So when we do have these, I appreciate them every single time.

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Authors Note: Finally!! I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter and I'm really excited to to do next. Be sure to check me out on AO3 and Wattpad❤️This chapter is unedited so any mistakes please point them out so I can fix them because I will be coming back to edit.

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scintillyyy · 4 months

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sometimes i think about that thing where it's like "oh do martha & john kent have to act like anti-vaxxers because clark was too invulnerable to get his childhood vaccinations" and it's like. idk!! the answer to that is "it depends, at what age did his invulnerability start?" because like, my understanding is that these powers didn't start manifesting until he was a little older, and if that's the case then it's entirely possible that he could have gotten a good chunk of vaccines?

because the standard schedule* is as follows:

hep b: birth, 2 months, 4 months, 6 months (depending on vaccine series)

rotavirus (oral vaccine): 2 month, 4 months, 6 months

dtap: 2 months, 4 months, 6 months, 15 months, 4 years, tdap booster every 10 years after

hib: 2 months, 4 months, 15 months

pneumococcal: 2 months, 4 months, 6 months, 15 months

polio: 2 months, 4 months, 6 months, 4-6 years

flu: 6 months+ (2 doses 4 weeks apart for first year), optional yearly after that

mmr: 12 months, 4-6 years

varicella: 12 months, 4-6 years

hep A: 12 months, 18 months

hpv: ~10-11 years old

meningococcal acwy: ~11, 16

meningococcal b: 16-18

(the standard schedule may have slight variations to this, but these are usually the ages when the vaccine is first offered)

so, like. his ability to be vaccinated likely has to do with when exactly his invulnerability developed. if it at all started after 5, he likely would have received every childhood immunization & booster available. the only ones he wouldn't be able to get are yearly flu, hpv, & meningococcal. which, flu & hpv aren't necessarily required for school. meningococcal & tdap booster is usually a school requirement, so they might need to falsify those ones. if his invulnerability started around age 3, he wouldn't have been able to get the majority of his boosters as needed for school & would need to falsify boosters, but would still have received most of the major ones as an infant. if he was invulnerable from birth, the only one he'd be able to get is rotavirus. because that's an oral one.

#like idk when he's normally implied to get invulnerable & i think it changes #but childhood vaccinations are by and large done very early #it's the boosters for school & teenage vaccines that would pose more a problem

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gabessquishytum · 10 months

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people keep sending in vampire aus and I Cannot Resist

so there is this terrible, terrible YA series called House of Night about an academy for teenagers that were Marked and are turning into vampyres(that's how the authors chose to write it, okay), who are also refered to as the children of Nyx

(tw a little gore and minor character death)

please imagine Surly Teenager Morpheus, freshly Marked, rolling up to the House of Night in London and already Hating Everything.

The Director Dealer's Choice, but why not make it Lucifer? gives him the rundown of how everything works before explaining that every fledgling vamypr gets assigned a mentor

in walks Hob Gadling, who among all those other supernaturally good-looking vampyres looks like Just A DudeTM. He even says "Hey, you already look the part! You're way ahead of me there."

Morpheus doesn't say anything. Partly because he is still grumpy. Partly because Hob Gadling seems strangely familiar.

they leave on their tour of the school which is filled to the brim with stray cats btw. one of them hurls itself into Hob's arms and Hib barely reacts, only curling his arms around it and petting between its ears. "Meet Daniel", Hob says, "He comes and goes as he pleases, but he's friendly."

Morpheus stared into the cat's green eyes, wondering if he'll get scratched if he tried anything, but Daniel lets himself be petted and even purrs for a good minute before running away as sudden as he came

they finish the tour, Morpheus meets his roommate and slowly he settles into his new routine of night classes and trying to get along with a slew of new acquaintaces

there's a few awkward moments during Hob's lessons- like the time he spoke about meeting famous vampyre poet shakespeare and the words "it wasn't like that" sat on the tip of Morpheus' tongue until he nearly bit through his cheek, or when Hob read them a passage from the Canterbury Tales in Middle English and it felt more familiar than the modern one

things are good until a few weeks in, one of Morpheus' classmates' body rejects the change

in the middle of class, they start coughing up blood. it starts pouring from their nose, their eyes, even their ears

they collapse and the teachers have to carry them to the infirmary

it's a harsh reminder that as much as Morpheus has been getting used to this new life, it could end just as quickly

but the worst part?

their blood smelled amazing

vampyres drink blood, that's a fact

but developing a taste for it is something that happens in the third to fourth year. not barely three months in

understandably, Morpheus freaks out. and because he is Morpheus he Does Not Talk About It

not talking about it doesn't help with the hunger though

which may be why the next time someone's body rejects the change, he hides in a janitor's closet

his heart pounds in his chest. the mark on his forehead burns. his stomach is tied in knots

there's scratching at the door- one of the cats- before there are footsteps

"what is it, Daniel?" an all too familiar voice asks

there's nothing Morpheus wants less than to face Hob right now, not when his mentor has been trying his best to get Morpheus to open up, make friends among his classmates, he'll fit right in!

before Morpheus can try and get himself together the door opens and he finds himself staring up into the unfairly handsome face of Hob and a lap full of Cat

"Oh, love", Hob says and folds down next to him

Morpheus should bristle. stand up and leave with his head held high because he is a Son Of Night and is Completely Fine

instead he leans into the embrace Hob offers him, taking in greedy pulls of his scent (sunshine and grassy hills, the musk of an old forest. "not ancient greece", he'd said that first day, "but i like to think 600 years is still quite a respectable age")

Hob nudges him until Morpheus sits between his legs and pulls up the sleeve of his shirt

again, Morpheus should bristle, should fight the arms wrapping around him, that's his teacher for fuck's sake

but he's just so hungry that he lets Hob press a wrist to his mouth and drinks

Oh yeah that’s hot, kinda love the idea of an eldritch teacher/student relationship??

Morpheus being such a precocious little vampire baby who already craves blood, of course he needs a little extra care and attention from his teacher, right? And yeah, Hob starts to pay just a little closer attention - checks in with Morpheus, even comes to see him in his room. He’s coaching Morpheus through the first stages of consuming blood, making sure he isn’t going hungry. Truth is, nothing has tasted as good for Morpheus as Hob did that very first time in the closet. He’s craving blood and specifically he’s craving Hob.

He’s developing quite an embarrassing crush on Hob. And Hob, well… he’s trying to be a good mentor. He’s concerned by Morpheus’s rapid development. And there’s something about the young student that seems kind of familiar to him. When they talk together it’s like they have a history, and it feels weird but… comfortable. Not to mention, Hob got genuinely and uncomfortably turned on that night when Morpheus drank from his wrist. It felt like something hot and powerful was tingling through his entire body, and he’s never ever felt that way before.

Then there’s the time when Hob finds himself really incredibly hungry, he was dumb and skipped a meal. Morpheus doesn’t hesitate: he crawls right into Hob’s lap and tells him to shut up and drink. He can take it. And Hob knows that he shouldn’t take advantage, but he never claimed to be a good man. It feels… so. Good. Like coming home. Holding Morpheus and drinking from him greedily. Like they’ve… done it before. Hmm.

In any case, as much as Hob tries to hold himself back, it’s probably only a matter of time before the mentor/mentee develops into something. A lot more.

#the sandman #dreamling #nsft #cw age gap #cw blood

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newkatzkafe2023 · 4 months

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Origin about the Sun Wukong Incorrect quotes🐒❤️

OK everyone I fail to explain to all of you that the Wukong Verse is actually spin-off series base off ask I got in the pass.

The incorrect quotes series is about (Y/N) and the Five Wukongs who Apparently Were her Husbands and lost her in their own World, and crash landed into your World By accident And now they've been lovingly stuck with you ever sense😂🤭🥰😁

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shivroy · 7 months

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I'm sorry for barging in, but this guy from a danish tv-series is what I imagine Hibbs would look like irl

THIS DELIGHTS ME SO MUCH i am beaming you pure love ❤️ genuinely adore this interpretation especially his nose and chin, those are SO hibs (+ look mattmac-adjacent. which is what hibby is)

my personal contribution is chris farley but none of these are exact likenesses of course... but farley is damn close tbh in a lot of ways

also other ppl have sent me messages contributing john early and philip seymour hoffman to the mix and hibernian is not remotely as attractive as hoffman but he's not meant to be. also hibs has early & hoffman's exact hair color so that's great to have visuals for

#literally thank you so much for sending this ❤️❤️❤️❤️ made me so happy #the nation #hibernian #faceclaims #this delights me #NO SORRIES you are not barging you made me very happy

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mrcowboydeanwinchester · 2 years

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okay i've cracked it. jody is a postal worker - she delivers a lot of bobby's mail which is how they know each other. she's one of the primary post officers in sioux falls which is also how she's formed her connections with the entire town, and she's therefore the hub of a lot of gossip, making her an ideal contact for hunters wanting to get the lowdown on happenings. that's how she ends up meeting sam and dean and the usual plot ensues.

donna is a firefighter - she heads up the fire department in hibbing, and when a series of buildings catch fire at the same time as a run of strange deaths, she meets sam and dean. she helps them out on the case but believes they're fbi agents and doesn't find out the true nature of the situation. then she meets jody at a social weekend away for government agency workers when a vamp nest there is on the loose and donna learns about the hunting life.

jody and donna start to work together as hunters but it takes until donna stumbles in after a shift at the fire department covered in soot and with the top buttons of her shirt undone that jody pins her against the wall and finally makes out with her, her bag of mail slipping out of her hands onto the floor. when it is delivered, it is decidedly late, and jody is decidedly flustered.

#I DID IT I DID IT #i think i normally see fire department jodes and postal donna but this makes more sense to me #with the roles we see them play in the community #also jodydonna bcos why not hehehe #jodydonna #jody mills #donna hanscum #sapphicnatural #ola.txt

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I think part of what made me "like this" is my mom letting me watch the war of the world series (1988-1990). It's really fucked up, but also really badly written. So imagine the war of the world aliens attacked, lost, but went into hibernation instead of dying. Radiation kills the germs that killed them in the first place and now they go inside human bodies to try to take over the earth again. Kind of a the thing/alien symbiote kind of thing.

Our hero is a scientist trying to find evidence of alien life (like dude. Aliens very notably attacked earth 40 years ago, everyone knows there is alien life, but the show never acknowledges this) who teams up with a lady scientist, a biologist? I dunno. I'm rewatching but it's really bad quality. It was a late 80s TV series on fox, so you know what I'm talking about. I loved aliens and sci-fi as a kid so I begged my mom until she let me watch it. The aliens have these 3 fingered hands that reach out of your belly button to infect or kill people. And there was an episode with a pregnant lady (I still have nightmares sometimes). If you like old sci-fi and bad acting, I suggest giving it a watch.

There's a lot of discourse about its rating, that they were putting something that in a movie would be rated r and putting it on a major network as a pg 13 or whatever.

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leafsbabe · 1 year

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how Luke Hughes is like in bed

what Luke Hughes is like in bed:

- sometimes it feels like Luke can never get enough

- he’d be down to spend an entire weekend in bed and just get up to accept food deliveries

- Luke doesn’t tease you too much but he still likes to have his fun

- still, when he gets you all hot he also gets you off

- saying he likes blowjobs would be such an understatement

- he loves them

- and if you make him wait long enough he will get a little desperate and beg

- thinks you swallowing is the hottest thing

- Luke always makes sure to tell you that

- when he goes down on you he always makes sure to give a little extra loving to your boobs before he eats you out

- he just wants them to know that they’re loved

- Luke might not be the best at eating pussy

- but he gets the job done and at least it shuts him up

- because oh boy does he get loud

- his favorite position is definitely when you ride him

- mostly because he can be a bit lazy and just lay back and watch you

- but also because it gives you the power to take what you need and he likes seeing you take charge

- Luke often wants to go several rounds

- he’s a little insatiable

- but at least he’ll do the work during later rounds

- doesn’t really crave a cuddle after sex but he loves just laying around with you and having you run your fingers through his hair

- he’ll absolutely melt

his dick:

- thick

- but average length

the experience:

8.5/10

#hib-series #Luke Hughes #hockey imagine #hockey imagines #nhl imagine #hockey player #hockey smut #luke hughes imagine #luke hughes headcanon #luke hughes smut

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pb-dot · 6 months

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Happy STS! Today, I'm pulling away from characters (finally 🤭) and asking about influences. Who are your literary influences? Can you see specific influences coming through in some of your specific works?

Happy STS to you too tori! I feel like I'm pretty active in how I let my influences inspire me, and that what I'm looking for changes depending on the project, so I'm going to talk a bit about what works and authors influence my two main WIPs

The Clockwork Boy

My main source of inspiration for this one is the Teixcalaan series by Arkady Martine. I deeply admire the mix of big ideas politics and neurotic gay drama, and I try to make my own version of the same with TCB. There's also a touch of Madeline Miller in it for the same reason I think, and although I don't think I get to that level, I also find myself shaped in how I communicate worldbuilding to the way China Mieville does it.

His Impossible Brushstrokes

I feel like there's not quite enough queer horror in the world, at least not that pushes the precise right buttons for me, which is part of the reason I'm writing HIB, there are, however, a few works I find myself returning to when it comes to talking about what stories makes this story tick. One big one, honestly, is Dracula, the first act in particular. There's also the writings of Thomas Olde Heuvelt, especially the gay gothic story about love, loss, trauma, and one fucked up evil mountain, Echo. The works of T. Kingfisher also very much dictates how I deal with the unknown and incomprehensible, and although I've only read one of hers, I think it's safe to say Haley Piper has forever changed how I tie together themes of queerness and horror.

#hearts in clockwork #writing #the clockwork boy #writeblr #his impossible brushstrokes #sts #sts ask

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30th November 1872 saw the worlds first official football international.

“The laws of the Association game are exceedingly simple, numbering only 12, as against some 40 in the Rugby code,” wrote the Scotsman. “One of the principal differences consists in the entire prohibition of the use of the hands, except by the goalkeeper for the protection of his goal, thus making the skillful and always pleasing ‘dribble’ one of the best points of the game. A goal is scored when it is kicked under the tape, the ball not being allowed to be carried, thrown, or knocked in. Hacking, tripping, holding or charging an adversary from behind are among things forbidden. Such are some of the differences of the two styles of play, and it will readily be admitted that the Association game is one which will commend itself to players who dread the harder work of the Rugby mode.”

It says a lot about the status of association football in Scotland in the 1870s that the country’s biggest daily paper was among several publications which felt the need to explain the rules in their report on what is now accepted as the first full international. As England prepared for their 1,000th game against Moldova on Thursday, very little – not even the rules – remains unchanged from that day in November 1872 when their XI faced Scotland’s at the West of Scotland Cricket Ground in Glasgow.

There was not even a Scottish FA, still four months away from creation, so it is just as well that, as the Scotsman also said, “the task of selecting the Scotch team was an easy one, seeing that only about 10 clubs play the game in Scotland”. Of those there was only one of any note – Queen’s Park provided most of the squad, with two players coming from a smaller Glasgow side, Granville, and two more traveling north from South Norwood. Glasgow Rangers had been formed earlier that year but there was no Celtic, no Hearts or Hibs, and Aberdeen’s first game was more than three decades away.

The attention and excitement generated by these early internationals transformed the sport. The first of them attracted what the Scotsman proclaimed “the largest assemblage seen at any football match in Scotland”. They estimated the number of people present at 4,000 – “including a good number of ladies” (entry cost a shilling, but was free for women). There was no official figure, but the Greenock Telegraph guessed at 2,500 while the Field described a “muster of spectators vastly in excess of anything usually witnessed, the numbers gradually increasing until it was computed that upwards of five thousand were present”. Gate receipts suggest the lowest estimate was closest to the truth.

Interest in the game was not exactly universal: it says a lot about the status of association football in England in the 1870s that the Guardian’s match report ran to 124 words and after setting the scene and detailing the composition of the teams, the section that actually described the match read, in its entirety, as follows: “The game, which occupied an hour and a half, was vigorously contested, and when time was called the umpires ruled that the match was drawn.” The same page featured a significantly longer report on the Birmingham Cattle Show (“the twenty-fourth annual show of fat cattle, sheep, pigs, roots, corn and implements”). The Times dedicated most of a page to the cattle, and completely ignored the football.

One of the most curious things about the first international is that it was actually the sixth. The previous five had been played at the Kennington Oval in London, and though the Football Association tried to tempt the best players down from Scotland – Charles Alcock, their honorary secretary and captain of England in these early games, wrote a series of letters to Scottish newspapers, inviting “any Scotch player desirous of contending” – those who ended up representing Scotland were largely based in London. The Scotland side for the very first of these games, played in March 1870, included two sitting MPs, both of whom represented English constituencies. The Scotsman railed against “the assumption of a few men in London to represent Scotland”, and they were not alone.

After the second match in November 1870, a letter was published in the Scotsman calling on Scottish clubs to start providing a proper selection, as “we can scarcely close our eyes to the fact that the contest was at the best between the picked eleven of all England clubs and the best eleven Scotch players who happen to be resident in the metropolis”. Alcock responded, insisting that “the right to play was open to every Scotchman” and that if not enough were involved “the fault lies on the heads of the players of the north”.

Whoever was to blame, the lack of actual Scottish Scots tainted the early games and has led to their retrospective relegation to the status of glorified friendly; the Scotsman later described these matches as “partaking somewhat of an international character”. Then in March 1872, Queen’s Park traveled to London for a much-hyped FA Cup semi-final against Alcock’s club side, Wanderers, which proved that proper internationals would be both possible and popular (even if the Scottish side, having secured a goalless draw, could not afford to stay in London for a replay and withdrew from the competition). A couple of their players stayed behind after that match for discussions about a possible Glasgow game and in October 1872 the FA officially decided to abandon the biannual London fixtures in favor of annual games at alternating venues, with Scotland hosting the first.

The match itself finished goalless, though the quality of play was widely praised. “It was allowed to be the best game ever seen in Scotland,” gushed the Aberdeen Press and Journal. Scotland had the advantage of the slope in the first half, and with most of the team being club teammates started the game strongly. Though England threatened on several occasions, the closest either side came to a goal in the opening period was in its final moments, when a shot from Scotland’s Robert Leckie was tipped just over the tape (crossbars were not yet a thing), with much of the crowd cheering in the belief that it had gone in (nets were also not yet a thing).

England grew into the game and with the slope in their favour dominated the second half, with Charles Chenery and Arnold Kirke Smith both hitting a post. The England captain, Cuthbert Ottaway, “astonished spectators by some very pretty dribbling”, and nobody seemed to care particularly about the lack of goals. “The result was received with rapturous applause by the spectators and the cheers proposed by each XI for their antagonists were continued by the onlookers until the last member of the two sides had disappeared,” wrote the Field. “The match was in every sense a signal success, as the play was throughout as spirited and a pleasant as can possibly be imagined.”

There have now been 115 international matches between England and Scotland, and only three more goalless draws; the next came in 1970, and the latest was in June last year at the delayed UEFA Euro 2020 finals, whe Scotland hammered them 0-0.

Back to the victorian era and the idea of internationals quickly caught on – within six years games were attracting 15,000 people to the original Hampden Park; by the middle of the 1890s 57,000 people were crowding into Parkhead. The attendance of 149,415 for the Scotland v England match of 1937 at Hampden Park is still a European record, and given the nature of stadia nowadays it is not likely to be beaten.

Had we not had the World Cup being played during our winter I think that there would have been a match between the two countries, however it was recently announced that a friendly game is to be played on 12th September 2023 to commemorate the 150th anniversary of the first official international fixture between Scotland and England, to take place at Hampden Park.

#Scotland #scottish #England #the auld enemy

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talesofsonicasura · 2 years

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Masterlist 2

Continuation of the first masterlist as there can only be 100 links per post. This will update with each new post and edit the main masterlist. Current fandoms.

AUs

Madness New World

Clowning Around

March Hare

A New Tune

Darkened Waves

A Link Too Young

To Heal A Knight

Guardian Shadow

Of Children and Turtles

Until Death

Path Through Flames

Ash Soul

Abandoned Shade

Out of Mind

Enjoy the Silence

A Hero's Stand

To Become Maddening

Dancer of Destiny

Heartstone Healer

Special/Miscellaneous:

Vague Series Guide

Heads Up

Madness Uncontained

Drabbles/Fics

Updates:

Next part to Josuke Higashikata with a Grunt s/o, HIB Sun Wukong with a Stand User s/o and Corazon with a Monster Hunter s/o has been added. Can be found on the first Masterlist.

#masterlist #sonicasura #tales of sonicasura

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2022 Masterpost

Hello, all! That was the end of the 2022 Supernatural Femslash Bang. Many, many thanks to everyone who participated, and of course all the lovely readers out there who made this event possible.

Please see below for all the wonderful works that were posted this year, in case you missed them. You can also find them all in our AO3 Collection.

1. So How Do We Win? by @zaffre with art by @ncdover1285 (Jody Mills/Donna Hanscum, M) Set several months after the events of Wayward Sisters and Breakdown, Jody POV Things have been a bit overwhelming in Sioux Falls since the rift closed and Jody became the adoptive mother of her own gang of wayward daughters. So, when Donna asks her for a favor – attend a family wedding as her plus one – Jody is glad for the opportunity to get out of town and spend time with her friend. A few surprises during the trip lead to Jody realizing that maybe she feels more than just friendship for Donna. Even better, there’s a good chance that her feelings aren’t entirely one-sided. But will Jody be able to let go of her fears and doubts and love Donna, or will she sabotage things before they can even begin?

2. Hunting Contact by @redleavesinthewind with art by @ickyv (Jody Mills/Donna Hanscum, T) After Hibbing, Jody becomes Donna’s first contact concerning everything supernatural. What starts as professional calls slowly develops into something much more personal, and Jody has to juggle with her job, keeping Donna up-to-date with information on monsters, making a home for Alex and Claire, and realising that there’s more to the blossoming friendship between her and Donna.

3. The One You’ve Waited For by rex_writes with art by @ephemera (Charlie Bradbury/Meg Masters, E) Charlie has been lusting after Meg Masters - prickly, sharp-tongued Meg - ever since she first met her. But Charlie was in a relationship and Meg was...Meg and Charlie never dreamed that anything could ever happen.So when a newly single Charlie is invited on a trip to Hawaii by her best friend Dean Winchester, and Meg just so happens to be tagging along, Charlie wonders if this is a sign. . But the universe isn't going to make it that easy for Charlie, because sometimes you have to survive a series of misunderstandings, miscommunications, meddling best friends, and a mistrustful Meg Masters before you can finally be with The One You've Waited For.

4. Wild Springs by @MiracleofWinchester with art by @solstheim (Jody Mills/Donna Hanscum and Mary Winchester/Ellen Harvelle, M) After moving away from their life at Sioux Falls, Jody and her daughter, Alex, make their way to Lawrence, where they find a different kind of family than they ever thought they could ever become, they find friends and a community that would last for a lifetime.

5. In Your Light by @doctorprofessorsong with art by @rauko-is-a-free-elf (Meg Masters/Anna Milton, E) What do you do when your entire existence has been focused on an apocalypse that failed to happen? Meg finds herself back from the Empty, but it’s not all rainbows and sunshine. Jack's re-vamp of the afterlife has left angels and demons without any real purpose. For Meg, this results in a series of existential crises broken up by Netflix and messing around in the bunker. But all that changes when Cas' sister, Anna, shows up looking for shelter as she works through her own mid-millenia crisis. Neither one of them is exactly thrilled to be rooming with the (former) enemy, especially after Meg's enthusiastic security response results in a light stabbing. But they also can't deny the magnetic pull between them. And it turns out a fallen angel and a disobedient demon just might have more in common than they thought.

6. Fairy Tales Are Full of Sh*t by @butterflyslinky with art by @rauko-is-a-free-elf (Claire Novak/Kaia Nieves, T) Claire hasn't believed in fairy tales in a long time. Gabriel is going to fix that.

#supernatural #femslash #masterpost #supernatural femslash bang

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hahahahahangst · 2 years

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Matilda (Be The Young 3)

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

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

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

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

MASTERLIST

Matilda

Matilda, you talk of the pain like it’s all alright but I know that you feel like a piece of you is dead inside

They had just worked a ghost gig in Colorado and she and Dean were getting ready to leave. The previous weeks had been weird: Sam and Dean had a fight, and the younger decided to leave. While Emily was not too keen on Sam, his presence made things between her and Dean a tiny bit better. Finally having someone who would stop their fights before one of them said something too mean or arrived on the verge of punching the other helped. He also was able to calm down Dean and to talk things out with him, which John could never do. While Sam was away, all the fights he had stopped resurfaced.

“If you wanted to die that much, you could have cut vertically.” was the sentence that finally made Emily snap and punch her brother. She probably hurt herself more than she hurt him, which triggered another fight about how she should be able to punch people without hurting herself.

Sam luckily came back the following day.

“Can I ask you something?” He had asked once he had the chance to be alone with Emily.

“Sure.” She didn’t raise her eyes from her laptop.

“What is going on with you and Dean?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean… What’s with the fights? Did something happen when dad was still here?”

“He’s an unaffectionate son of a bitch, that’s what happened.”

They arrived in Hibbing and settled into a local motel. Emily had a friend there and so she made plans to meet him in a bar.

“Don't wait for me tonight, okay? I'm going out.” She said, putting on a dress that was way too revealing to be going out with a friend.

Dean looked at her from a corner of the room, an eyebrow slightly raised. “So this… friend, Mark, right? Is anybody else coming?”

“Dean.” She said, smirking, pointing at her almost completely bare chest. “Does it look like I am going out with a friend…for friendly purposes?” He looked surprised for a second, then he answered. “Oh- I see.”

“Yeah… you see, when two adults like each other-”

“Alright, I got it, no need for the details.” He smirked, hiding behind his laptop.

She was supposed to meet her friend in a bar in the center of the town, but when she arrived in the parking lot, she felt something grabbing her ankle, making her fall and pass out without even having the chance to scream.

When Emily opened her eyes, she felt worse than she had ever felt in a long time. She hit her head hard and she was also 90% sure she had a broken ankle. It took her a while to really put into focus the voices around her.

One of them said something very familiar: “Don’t - call me - Sammy!” Sam sounded like he was struggling as something clanged, falling on the floor. Emily could not see any of that because his cage was positioned behind hers, a thin wall to divide them.

“I’ll be damned-” She muttered, resting her head in the bars behind her. “Sam, what are you doing here?” She said, in between annoyed and relieved.

“I was hunting! What are you doing here?”

“I was just walking in the parking lot.” She said, frustrated. “What about Dean?”

“I don’t know…” A deep silence fell into the dark room. “Are you okay?”

“I think I have a broken ankle.” She said, surprised by the sudden display of worry. “But I will be fine.”

With a clanky sound, one of the cages opened and a guy, which Sam called Jenkins, crawled out, trying to leave the building. Sam tried to warn him that it might be a trap, but he would not listen. The last thing he said before running out the door was a promise of sending help. However, it was not more than 10 seconds until they heard two gunshots, followed by silence.

“So…“ said Emily a couple of seconds later, scared. “Please, Sam, tell me you have a plan.”

“Well…” he trailed off. She took it as a sign of him not having a plan.

“Oh, we are so screwed. You know, all I wanted was one night to just have some sex and forget about how my life sucks for a moment, but no, I guess it was not in the cards, was it.” She said, bitter. “What is it that took us here, anyway?”

“It’s people, Emily.”

”...what?” She said, sure to have misheard him.

“Crazy, murderous, sure… but still regular human beings.”

She did not answer. Never before, since she started hunting, she thought humans could play the antagonist part. If something had to ruin her hook up date, at least it could have been real monsters.

They waited in silence, until the door opened loudly and another prisoner was brought in. A woman. She got thrown in the cage Jenkins used to be in. She came back to her senses around half an hour later.

“Are you alright?” Asked Sam’s voice behind Emily. The new prisoner groaned in pain.

“Are you Sam Winchester? Aren’t you?” She asked. He confirmed his identity and the woman told them Dean was looking for them.

“And where is he now?”

“I…” She hesitated. “I cuffed him to my car…“ There was a hint of regret in her voice as she realized that that small action could have set her up for not being rescued.

Emily let out a groan of anger and frustration, yanking at her chains in an attempt to set free. Just a second later, someone opened the door in front of her. It was Dean.

When he saw her, Dean frowned for one second before turning back into his usual emotionless face. If Emily didn't know any better, she would have said he was worried.

“Emily, what the hell are you doing here?” He started messing with some buttons on the wall. She did not answer the question. “Where’s Sam?” Asked Dean, inspecting the lock on Emily’s cage. .

“I’m here.” Answered Sam from his cage. The second Dean heard Sam’s voice, he moved away from Emily’s cage to move to his. “Have you seen them?”

“Yeah. Dude, they’re just people.”

“And they jumped you?” He smiled, making fun of him. “Must be getting a little rusty there… Now, Emily I can get it, but you?”

“What is that supposed to mean?” Said Emily, offended after less than 5 minutes in Dean’s presence.

“Now don’t get your pants all twisted, we gotta get you out of here.” He moved back to the entrance, where he started pushing random buttons on a dashboard. “This takes a key.” He said.. He looked around, waiting for one of the prisoners to suddenly take out a key. “Okay.” he said, not getting any responses. “I better go find it.”

“Be careful.” said Sam, while Dean disappeared again behind the door.

“This better be the fucking last time he underestimates me…“ Whispered Emily while struggling with the chains.

Everything went pretty much silent until the door opened again, but this time, it was not Dean. It was a big, hairy and dirty looking guy. He had a key in hand.

He used it in the same slot Dean had pointed to earlier and he opened Sam’s cage. Then, he walked over to him, rifle in his hands. Emily shivered hearing the sound of the weapon cocking. “What are you doing?” Asked Sam, alarmed.

She did not have a plan, Sam did not have a plan, and Dean was nowhere to be found. Emily knew that if they wanted to get out of there, they needed to get more time. And so she did what she did better: she acted like a bitch.

“Hey, asshole, leave my brother alone!” She screamed, directed at the armed guy. There was a second of silence, complete stillness, before the man started walking towards her.

She could hear his footsteps closer and closer.

When he finally reached her, his smell also did. It was pungent and unpleasant, haven’t-showered-or-changed-my-pants-in -weeks unpleasant.

He pointed the rifle at her. “You really need a shower, man.” She said, trying to sound cocky. The man smiled evilly as he aimed at her head.

She stayed silent and stared at the end of the rifle. What a stupid plan.

All of a sudden, the man seemed taken by surprise by something, he lost his balance, hitting himself on the head with the back of the rifle. He hesitated for one second: enough for Emily to jump on top of him and hit him in the face, knocking him out and stealing his weapon.

The noise eventually attracted more people: Emily threw the first guy’s helpless body onto them to slow them down and then backed up to Sam and the other woman, who had escaped out of their cages. Her ankle was screaming in pain and running in the extremely high heels she was wearing made things ten times harder, but she hardly had the time to think about that.

They had to fight, but eventually they all got out of the house. Emily fell to the ground, her ankle refusing to hold her up any longer. . Dena and Sam looked at her from a distance and kept talking.

“So…“ said the woman who was with them in the cages, a little bit later. “State police and the FBI will be here in an hour. I suggest you guys start walking. Duck if you see a squad car.”

Emily found a shovel on the ground and used it as a crutch to walk towards Dean.

“By the way, don't worry about me. I am fine.” She said, sarcastically pointing to her ankle.

“Doesn't look like it.” He answered back, looking at her foot.

“Don't you even think about bringing me to the hospital. I am fine.”

“Okay, tough one,“ he mocked. “Shall we go?”

They started walking towards the motel. By the time they got back, her ankle had swollen up to become blue-ish, and she sat onto Sam's bed, too exhausted to get back to her own room.

“Can I patch you up or am I not up to your standards?” Said Dean, challengingly, while sitting next to her. Her ankle bounced on the mattress, making her hiss in pain. She gestured at him to just go ahead and he passed her a bottle of alcohol.

“What is this for?” She asked, reading the label.

“The pain.“ answered Dean back. Sam, in the meantime, was coming back from the hallway with a whole bag of ice. ”...trust me, you will thank me later. Now chug it.”

She was about to complain to him that there were pain meds that were invented for that, but she figured she was not exactly in a position where she could be a choosing beggar. So she went ahead and chugged it.

Probably too much.

By the time Dean had actually started bandaging her ankle, she didn't feel the pain, but she started giggling, drunk. When he was done, he laid the bag of ice on his ankle and stood up.

“Dean, you are taking care of me!” Said Emily, heavy eyelids and alcohol pumping through her veins. “Come here!” She opened her arms wide, like a kid would do, waiting for Dean to hug her.

He was taken by surprise by that gesture and laughed under his breath before he awkwardly hugged her. He patted her on her back a couple of times before letting go of her. Sam was looking at the scene, amused, from the other bed.

“I guess it's better if you sleep a bit, okay? Tomorrow you'll feel more like yourself again.” Joked Dean, seeing Emily almost falling asleep.

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