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⤷ ✧ The Trapped Princess of Twisted Wonderland

Fem reader

- order 70 | Series

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Just like in the last world you were in, a carriage would come to take you there. Before possessing this body, the letter arrive with all the information. Many of the servants and even your parents got emotional.

“Promise me you will make the most out of this!”

“Lady [Name]… Must you go?!”

“Come visit anytime you can, we will miss you.”

“Good luck!!”

Lots of tears were shed that night. All you had to do was go to bed and you’d wake up in Night Raven all over again. You weren’t sure how to occupy yourself in the mean time.

The room was rather barren now that all your personal belongings were packed away. Well, “your” belongings. You had a small bag of stuff to keep close to you. You opened it up and took out the diary. You used a small lamp to illuminate the book.

There were many pages. Makes sense since she seemed to write almost everyday. The entries were short but slowly got longer. You read up until the most recent entry.

The issue you knew you were gonna have is picking up on customs and etiquette of a princess. “Your” parents scolded you endlessly on not acting like a fool in front of the princes at Night Raven.

How different will they act? This is still Twisted Wonderland but different. Ace, for example, will he still be snarky and rude? Not only that, will you be able to befriend him? Will Grim be there?

If you were gonna end up like this, you should’ve just stayed in that world.

All the regretful thoughts you had made you drowsy. You put the book back into the bag and went back under the covers of the bed.

You wondered if things would repeat itself, if so then it’s almost like you have an insight on the future down to every last second.

Somehow, you were able to find yourself a moment to forget it all and just sleep like it was any other day.

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You opened your eyes to a dark box. You immediately felt that sense of deja vu. There was some brief fumbling and everything around you started to heat up. Then, you heard that voice.

The lid of the coffin popped off and you saw a familiar room with many, many coffins.

The cat screamed some familiar words. “Why are you up?! Wh-why are you staring at me like that?”

“Too many questions. I know what you want and I can give it to you if you just behave!” You grabbed him and covered his mouth.

He resisted and tried to break away from you, that was predictable enough. Flames flared up and wisped against the robes.

He managed to shake off your grip just an enough to bite down in your hand with all strength.

“Y-you’re weird!” He tried to scurry away from you but you yanked on his tail.

“Look at yourself first.”

The tables turned as he tried to run away from you this time around.

You looked around and waited on “it” to appear. While wrestling him, you glanced around the room. You saw a shadow cast over you and you quickly jumped away as Crowley swung his whip at Grim.

There he is. You didn’t end up in the library like last time but you’re in the courtyard.

“Ow! What’s with this rope?!” Grim struggled to break free and while Crowley was still focused on him, you covered your face with your hood and stood up.

“This is no mere rope. It is a lash of love! Ah there you are. You’re one of the new students.”

The familiar set of words left you a little bit surprised. Isn’t this word for word what he said in the other world.

“How could you do that? It is very dangerous leaving the gate in your own. Who knows what could’ve happened, young man.” He pat your shoulder.

You couldn’t understand why he was being nicer but soon you realized that he’s deals with princes and princesses from powerful families. If he happened to be impolite, he would have to pay the costs. He didn’t seem to notice you were actually a girl.

“I’m sorry.” You quietly muttered. “It won’t happen again, sir.”

“No matter now. Please control your familiar from now on. This is a school, after all.”

“I’m not their familiar!” Grim screeched and you quickly crouched down and whispered something to him.

“Just play along and you’ll get what you want…” He gave you a strange look before continuing to scream again.

“No way!”

You sighed, then faced the Headmage again, “The entrance ceremony is already well underway. Let’s head to the Hall of Mirrors.”

You glanced around the place and didn’t notice anything different besides interesting flowers planted along the walkway.

“Uh sir, do you think there’s other universes just like this one?” You couldn’t help but ask. To him, you’d probably just sound like a curious little kid.

He laughed, “A theorist I see? You’ll only learn the truth about this world and perhaps others as you learn here at Night Raven—“

“I’m free!”

The little feline jumped for joy and speeded ahead of both of you towards the Hall of Mirrors.

Crowley picked up the whip Grim managed to slip out of and chased after him. You couldn’t say you were all that surprised and followed after him behind Crowley.

The chaos ensued just as expected just a little bit different as you mainly stayed out of it. The chase with Riddle and Azul then Grim was eventually captured and brought to you again.

“Oh, he is not my familiar. I am very fond of animals but clearly he is not the brightest one.” You usually wouldn’t say that but Grim really did deserve it.

“Oh my… Some help please? Take this creature off of school premises.” With the clap of his hand, a shadowy figure appeared and lifted him up.

After struggling for a bit, he shouted. “I’m going to… I will become the greatest magician ever!” After that last dramatic statement, the door shut.

It took a while for the housewardens to settle down the new students but eventually they reached a point where they were quiet enough to hear the directions given out.

The housewardens began the walk back to their dorms and all the students followed behind with excitement in each step. Once the room was emptied out, you turned to the mirror.

“Ah, that’s right. You haven’t been assigned a dorm? Please, step up.” He righteously said.

You didn’t exactly register his words but did as he said. You stared directly into the mirror as it stared back at you.

“M-mirror! Can you tell?” You asked, leaving Crowley confused by your shouting.

“Yes, you… You are unusual. I see a soul with misplaced magic.” It spoke back with an expression that showed discomfort. “Magic that does not belong to you.”

My soul must’ve carried through but the magic stayed? You stepped forward, “Can fix it? Will you be able to put me back…?”

Crowley stood behind, “What is the meaning of this, Mirror?”

“This being’s soul does not match the energy of magic they have. Almost as if it was stolen.”

Crowley turned to you for an explanation. You were reluctant but you realized there was no getting out of this.

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“I-is that so? I have never heard of this happening before. The soul being transferred into another body in a different world? It almost sounds like fiction.”

You decided to leave out the part that you came from another Twisted Wonderland and just stuck with being from Earth. It would over complicate things and it would be even harder to believe.

“I must say, I am at a loss for words here. So you’re saying your soul was placed into [Name] Emprithea’s body? Then where is Lady Emprithea’s soul?!” He wondered to himself as it drove him into crazy just thinking about this situation. “Do your parents— Errrr King and Queen Emprithea even know about this?”

You shook your head. Thinking about it, they would’ve made the situation worse anyway.

“I suppose it is my responsibility as Headmage to figure this out.” He only said that because of the desperate look on your face. He really can’t say no because of his consciousness and maybe even his morals. “I’m rather kind— maybe even too kind for this world!” But he is still Crowley… “This is not to get out to the public. I’m sure you understand that even if you are not the princess. You must continue to act in her place until I figure out how you get you home.”

Acting as a princess is not easy task just by the sound of it. Then again, this is school and away from public eye technically.

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Crowley placed you in a separate room for the time being. You were away from any of the dorms. You didn’t even get to see if Ace or Deuce were there. But now you were curious about Grim. There’s no Ramshackle Dorm to run to… He most likely found his way back into the campus at the very least.

You looked out the window, you had a good view over the campus because you were in one of the towers. Presumably an unused room because of how dusty everything is. The window was opened to let some fresh air in.

You wondered a lot. How were things with everyone else? You didn’t realize when but you eventually started to miss the people in Twisted Wonderland rather than your original world.

You just sat on the floor and pondered everything.

You heard some groaning and some fumbling around, then you realized there was a feral animal climbing into your window. You were mostly surprised by his dedication.

Things went differently but always ended up the same in the end. Maybe this world wasn’t all that different from the last.

Instead of being surprised, you helped Grim up and held him in your arms.

“Hey! What do you think you’re doing?”

“Doing you a favor.” You continued to hold him rather than putting him down. “Use your magic and I’ll call the Headmage.”

“You have some nerve threatening me!” Grim exclaimed while struggling to escape your grasp. After a few minutes of flailing helplessly he gave up.

“I have a deal to make with you. You can stay here and attend classes if you act as my familiar. It’s not against the school rules to bring familiars.” You knew Grim didn’t trust you at all so you have to be very exact with your words.

“No way! A great magician such as me will never be your familiar.”

“Just act then. Trust me I don’t want you as a familiar either.” You humbled him quickly. “You get to attend Night Raven, isn’t that what you want?”

“Well obviously you want something in return, what is it?”

“Nothing.”

He didn’t believe you at first but eventually he was able to tell you were dead serious. He didn’t understand why you would do something like that for no reason. You were either really sympathetic or really naïve.

You set him down and held you hand out. “Shake my hand, Grim, and we have a deal.” You probably would’ve made him write it down on a piece of paper but there’s no pen or paper anywhere. He raised his paw and set it into your palm.

“I can’t believe it was that easy…” Grim was a bit perplexed. “Wait… how did you know my name?!”

“You said it earlier.”

“I did?”

“Yep?”

“I don’t remember that.”

“Well you did.”

You had to check in with Crowley and convince him to allow Grim to attend classes. It was one hell of an argument but eventually you were able to include Grim like a plus one.

Befriending Grim, check. The next challenge is… Ace Trappola. A challenge you face sooner than expected.

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mysteryartisticwriter · 4 years

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Body Stealing Black-Eyed Bitch (2) // Jack Kline/Belphegor X Reader

A/N: This is part two so make sure you go read the first one in order for this one to make much more sense lol. This one is actually a lot longer than the first one because me being stupid didn’t equal it out.

TAKES PLACE DURING 15x01 (SPOILERS IF YOU HAVEN’T WATCHED IT YET)

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Requested: Kinda...people wanted this second part but I was gonna make it anyway

Warnings: Blood, some forms of gore, some angst, and some heavy makeout session

PART 1

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The guys ran to the doors to check the outside while you stayed back and stared down the demon. He noticed you looking at him and smiled.

“What? No thank you?”

You scoffed. “As if I’ll ever thank you.”

You and Belphegor followed the older men to the outside. You exited the tomb and saw that the sky was still an eerie dark black, but the several dead walking bodies had collapsed on the ground, lifeless once more.

“Hey, it worked! High five!” Belphegor cheered, lifting his hand for high five that one paid any attention to.

“The spirits have been destroyed.” Castiel said, looking around the graveyard.

“No, I actually just blasted them out of those bodies.” Belphegor walked past the four of you.

“So where are the ghosts, then?” Dean asked.

Belphegor didn’t really give a proper answer and you all just sighed then headed toward the chevy impala. As always, Dean was driving and Sam was in shotgun. You, Castiel and Belphegor sat in the back, much to yours and Cas’ distaste. It was a bit worse for you since you were trapped in the middle of the two, meaning you were closer to the demon.

The five of you drove down the dark road as Sam checked online if there was anything on the news. Belphegor was checking out his vessel in the car’s mirrors.

“I mean, come on. I look good.” He said while fumbling with his glasses.

“Don’t get used to it.” You barked, your arms crossed and face blank.

“I’m gonna have to, sweetheart.”

“Anything?” Dean asked his brother, changing the subject.

Sam glanced at Dean with a strange look. “No, not yet. I mean, the news, they didn't...it just... I'm not seeing anything about a worldwide zombie apocalypse.”

“So... Ghostpocalypse. Maybe it's just happening here.” Dean suggested.

But Belphegor shrugged from the backseat next to you.

“Eh, for now. I mean the souls gotta go somewhere, right?”

“Yeah, how many are we talking about, by the way? Souls?” Sam asked, turning his body to face Belphegor.

“In hell?”

“Yes.”

“Two...three billion.” The demon shrugged nonchalantly.

Your eyes widened while Sam and Dean shared a dour face. They knew lots of souls escaped from Hell but not that many.

“Alright. Let's just stick to the plan, alright? We head back to the bunker, figure out how to close the rift.” Dean said.

Belphegor sucked in a breath. “If you can.”

You glared your eyes to him.

“Yeah well, you got a better idea?” You snapped.

“I do not. But if you wanted to buy some time, you could always contain the ghosts.” He told you.

“Contain them how?” Asked Sam.

“Magic.” He answered, as if it was obvious.

“And you just happen to know the right spell?” Cas pointed out.

“Lucky you.” Belphegor said, smirking at you.

You just rolled your eyes and sank back into your seat.

“What do you mean by "contain"?”

“Imagine a salt circle a mile wide. No ghosts get in, no ghosts get out.”

“No,” Castiel interjected. “That town, Harlan, Kansas is less than a mile from the cemetery.”

“Then we get everyone out.” Dean deadpanned.

“How?”

“We lie.”

It was already light once you guys arrived back in the town. Sam left the car to speak to the sheriff about the town’s evacuation, you, Dean, Cas and Belphegor were left in the car.

“We can handle the evac, so why don't you grab Crowley Jr. here whatever he needs for his spell?” Dean told you and Cas.

“No.”

“I’m not doing that.” You both protested at the same time.

“What?” Dean confusingly asked.

Castiel looked anywhere but Belphegor. “Dean, I can't. I-I...I can't even look at him.”

A terrible silence went through the car before Cas finally just sighed and left the car. Dean just turned back into his seat and pulled out his extra pistol, opening the glove compartment and shoving it in there out of plain sight. Belphegor took notice and looked over the seat to see what he hid.

“Uh, what’s that?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“Okay, cool.”

Dean looked at you in his rearview mirror and sighed.

“(Y/n), I’m gonna need you to help...Belphegor find his supplies and seal up the town. Once you finish the spell, come find us, okay?”

“I am not dealing with him...I can’t. This demon is inhabiting Jack’s-” You stopped. “He’s using his body, Dean.” You confessed to the eldest Winchester brother.

“Sorry, but I’m not asking, Singer.” Dean scolded you, using your last name.

Whenever he used it, you knew he meant business. No one ever called you by your adoptive father’s last name but the Winchesters and that only happened in times where you really pissed them off. You just scoffed and scooted farther away from the demon next to you.

Being near Belphegor kept reminding you that the love of your life was gone forever. Every memory, good and bad, about Jack replayed in your mind. From when you first found him, to teaching him to control his powers or even when he ran away. Your heart and mind ached, ached for your love back.

You noticed that Dean and Belphegor stepped out of the car so you followed on your side. Dean gave you strict instructions about the demon (mainly on making sure he didn’t go rogue and kill you) and then left you alone with him.

As you walked down the street, Belphegor walked next to you and watched several people who walked past you two. He eyed their appearances then whispered to you.

“So, people are, like, crazy good-looking now, eh?”

You furrowed your eyebrows in a mix of irration and confusion. “What?”

“I mean, the last time I was on Earth, when I was human. Ah, it was a while ago. I mean, but, you know, we were all worshipping this giant rock that looked like a huge penis, and...”

“Ew, dude, TMI.” You grimaced.

“It’s true! Anyway, folks back then, they were, uh, ugly. You know? Had a lot of humps. I mean, a lot. Look at 'em now,” Belphegor stared at your body and smiled. “I mean, look at you. I mean, you're, uh, you know, beautiful.”

You halted in your tracks and a memory popped into your mind.

“You’re very pretty, (Y/n).” Jack told you.

You looked up at him in surprise. The two of you were just in the middle of searching for a case in the bunker’s library when he broke the silence with his words. Jack was just staring at you with a lovestruck gaze and you blushed heavily.

“Thank you, Jack. I think you’re very pretty, too.” You replied, trying to focus on your computer.

“No, no, I mean it.” You looked back up at him, staring into his piercing eyes. “You’re beautiful.”

A tear escaped your eye before you had a chance to wipe it away. Belphegor saw you had stopped walking so he looked to you and saw your bleak expression.

“Um... you good?” He asked, going to shake your shoulder but was stopped by you grabbing his wrist.

“Never touch me. Never call me beautiful. And don’t you ever ask me if I’m good,” You furiously wiped at the tears in your eyes. “Because I am never good.”

You could see out of the corner of your eyes that some people were starting to stare at you two. Although you were still angry, you let go of his wrist.

“Let’s just get your shit and get out of here. Wh-When are you gonna get out of that body, anyway?” You asked.

“Eh, when I find another one. I mean, I would've jumped at the cemetery, but all those meat suits were a little too, uh, you know, wormy. Difficult to blend, if you will.” Belphegor droned on.

“Yeah...sure.”

“So, uh...who was...he, anyway?”

You turned to him but continued walking. “What?”

“Well, I know he was your boyfriend and all but uh...who was this kid?” He curiously asked.

You hesitated before answering.

“His name was Jack. He was a lot of things. To the boys he was their kid. Kinda. But to me,” You swallowed. “He was important. My love, my light, my everything. And now he’s gone, with you inside his corpse.”

The demon could see the emotion in your eyes, even if you did try to keep a straight face, Belphegor could see what you were truly feelings.

“Oh. Uh...sorry.”

You shook your head and carried on.

“So, what do you need for this spell?

“You know, nothing much. Big bag of salt.”

“Easy.”

“And a...and a human heart.”

You physically groaned. You really need a break from death.

You exited the convenience store with a huge bag of rock salt. Turning to your left, you entered an alleyway where Belphegor was leaning against a brick wall. He noticed you coming toward him and brushed off his vessel’s clothing.

“Here’s your salt.” You said, handing him the bag.

“I’m going to call Dean about the heart. Maybe he knows a way to get one.”

You grabbed your phone from your pocket and began to search for Dean’s number in your contacts until you saw Belphegor staring at you. For a moment, he reminded you of Jack and his innocent gazes.

“Is there a problem?” You asked. He shook his head.

“No, no, it’s just...you’re very popular in hell.”

“I am?” You asked, pretty curious.

“Yeah. I mean, you may not be Winchester famous but still really well known.” The demon affirmed.

“And how exactly am I “well known” among Hell? I’ve been with the boys for almost eight years now and no demon has ever told me that I’m popular.”

“Kevin Tran, duh. He always talks about you, talks about how you were his best friend and how much he missed you- god he was so whinny.”

You stared at the demon with a blinking look, not sure if you had hear him correctly.

“K-Kevin? Kevin Tran?” You wanted him to confirm. He nodded.

“But God said- Chuck said he was going to Heaven. Kevin is supposed to be in Heaven!” You fumed, getting angrier by the second.

First that son of a bitch messed up your lives for his own entertainment, then he kills Jack, and now apparently he didn’t even send your old best friend to Heaven like he said he would! That lying bastard.

“I’m going to fucking kill that bastard of a writer.”

“Woah, woah, chill. Calm down.”

“Don’t tell me to be calm! My best friend is in Hell!”

Your breathing started to pick up, your mind clouded by anger and you paced back and forth in the ally way. You didn’t even notice Belphegor come up to you and grab you by the shoulders.

Not really knowing anything else to do, Belphegor lifted your chin and smashed his lips onto yours. Your eyes widened in surprise and didn’t even have a chance to respond to the kiss. Because he was using Jack’s body, he tasted like him, felt like him and even the way he held you felt like Jack. For a moment, you forgot that it wasn’t Jack in his body, it was a demon.

After feeling you not freaking out anymore, Belphegor let you go and stared you in the eyes, you staring at your shocked reflection in his sunglasses.

“You calm now?”

You weren’t even thinking anymore. It had felt like forever since you kissed Jack, and even though your mind knew it wasn’t him, your body still craved for his touch again. Without even thinking, you forced your lips back onto his.

Belphegor responded almost immediately, kissing you with just as much passion as you did. His kisses were different, not the soft and sweet kind that your Jack and you always shared. No, this was different, what you felt was true lust and roughness.

You felt him push you up against the brick wall he was leaning against and you could feel his hips grind into yours. You moaned into the kiss, feeling Belphegor’s smirk against your lips. One of his hands found their way from your hips and almost up your shirt.

The hot and heavy kiss had only lasted for a while until Belphegor let your lips go. His stupid and cooky smirk was plastered on his face.

“Come on, we got a bunch of souls and ghosts to seal into this town, right?”

The demon walked past you and out of the alleyway, standing at the end and waiting for you. After everything that’s happened to you in the past couple of days, you managed to make a tiny smile at him.

Later, after calling Dean, you told him about the heart you needed for the spell and he suggested you going to morgue. You and Belphegor walked down the empty street, heading to your destination.

“So...about that heart.” He brought up the subject again.

“On it. Dean said that we could probably just head down to the morgue.”

You saw the demon shrug and scrunch up his face.

“Hmm. Fresh, it'd be... it would be better.”

You were about to answer when a man screaming in the distance caught your attention. Immediately, you ran towards the sound with Belphegor following behind you. You went down the street and around the corner to see the town’s sheriff laying on the ground, dead.

You kneeled down to the body and saw a closer look to his neck. There were deep scratches that cut deep and blood drained from his body onto the pavement.

You internally gagged, but managed to keep it down and covered your mouth with your hand. Belphegor wasn’t very affected from the dead man on the ground.

“Hmm, cool.”

You looked up to him with a weirded out face, he just shrugged as if it was nothing. Then again, he was a torturer in Hell for thousands of years.

“Fuck...”

“Yeah. Yeah, poor guy.” Belphegor said with no sympathy at all.

He leaned down toward the body and pushed his hand into the man’s chest, you backing away in disgust and shock. Belphegor pulled out a fresh, bloody heart and showed it to you.

“Well, I got a heart,” Bel smirked and held the organ out to you. “I would give it to you but-”

“I don��t care.” You deadpanned.

He raised his hands up in defense.

Suddenly, the air around you turned cold and when you exhaled, your breath turned white. You knew what this was, a ghost was near.

“We need to move. Now.” You commanded the demon until you heard a voice from behind you.

“Can you take me home?”

You turned around to see the woman in white that Sam and Dean had told you about, the first hunt they went on that started them on this journey together. She whipped her hand out and you went flying towards a nearby dumpster and some boxes.

You took a moment to breath and saw the woman walking towards Belphegor, ready to attack him. The demon backed away, still carrying the heart.

“O-Oh, hey. Look, okay?” He stammered, putting his hand out in front of him.

“Bad ghost! Bad!”

She once again swiped her hand at his lifted hand and created deep scratches into his palm. He winced at the pain and held his hurt hand close to his chest.

Just as the woman was about to pounce on him, you quickly grabbed an iron pole from the boxes and swung at the ghost with all your might. She disappeared right away but you knew she would be back.

“Bel, spell, now. Let's get the salt.”

After running back to grab the salt you had left in the alleyway, you grabbed it and poured it all into a large pile in the middle of the now deserted street. Belphegor then set the dead man’s heart in the center of the salt.

“We good?” You asked.

“We’re good.”

He stood firmly and began to chant the spell.

“Animi...infernorum...spiritus abyssi surrecti...defigo...vos intra confinia. Vinciamni!”

As the salt and heart began to glow red, Belphegor set his hand firmly into the street in front of the ingredients. A powerful wave washed over the whole town then everything went back to being quiet once more.

After meeting up with the boys, along with a mom and her young daughter, you all rode back into the high school to drop off the little family. There wasn’t enough space in the backseat of the impala so you kind of just ended up sitting on top of Belphegor’s lap.

Dean stopped the car in a parking spot and him, along with his brother, turned to face the five of you in the back.

“So, what now?” The mother asked.

“Okay. You two go inside. We'll take care of the town.” Sam told them.

“And maybe don't tell anybody about the whole ghost thing.” Dean added.

“Or the angel thing.” Cas said, looking towards the girl and her mom.

“Yeah, that... that might freak them out.”

Belphegor scoffed from beneath you. “Uh, might?”

You elbowed the demon in the stomach, causing him to groan in pain. You then smiled softly towards the two.

“You’ll be okay, stay safe, alright?”

The mother and daughter left the car and you finally were able to get off of Bel’s lap. It was pretty uncomfortable for you but obviously, Belphegor had enjoyed every bit of it.

Dean drove off to the middle of the parking lot and stepped out of the car, everyone already had gotten off as well. He walked up to you standing next to Belphegor.

“Good to know that the spell worked. He cause any trouble?” Dean questioned, nodding towards the demon who just waved at him.

You looked at Bel then back to the tall man and shook your head.

“No. No, not really. Surprisingly, Bel is pretty okay for a demon. He can’t replace...”You stopped for a moment. Then you remembered the kiss in the alleyway, feeling guilty. “He didn’t cause any trouble. We’re fine.”

Dean looked suspiously between you and Belphegor but nodded and walked over to Cas. You turned over to the demon who was leaning against Baby.

“Bel, what happened in the alleyway...that can’t happen again. I-I mean, I just lost Jack and I can’t-”

Belphegor interrupted you before you could continue.

“Calm yourself, sweetheart. What happened in the alleyway can be our little secret, all right?” He raised his eyebrow in a sly manner, making you slightly giggle, something you haven’t done in a while.

“Our secret.”

You saw his left hand and remembered how the woman in white did some damage to it. You held your hand out so you could take a closer look at it.

“Let me look at your wound.”

He shook his head. “Nah, it’s fine. I’ve been through worse.”

“Don’t care. Give me your hand.” You persisted.

Belphegor sighed and lifted his hand to allow you to grab it. You looked over the three deep scratches in his palm and bit your lip in slight disgust. You dropped his hand.

“Let’s clean that up.”

You grabbed some supplies from the Winchester brothers since they were fixing up Sam’s almost infected bullet wound. Taking a piece of bandage, you cleaned up Bel’s scars then wrapped his hand.

“You really care about me, don’t you?” He teased, cockily.

You scoffed.

“You’re in Jack’s body, I don’t anything happening to yo- it. You’re still a body stealing black-eyed bitch, Bel.”

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Road Trip (Part 6)

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With the tent packed up and everything back into the car we finally made it to the Midwest. We stopped in a small town for some lunch and to fill up the tank once more. Rufo had gone inside to pay for the gas and probably grab something to drink. He was gone for a longer than usual, but we had been driving for a bit already and perhaps he needed a pit stop then make sure his legs were properly ready to go. However, when he came out he looked like he was in a hurry. There was a mixture of annoyance and anger on his face as he approached me and the car. I went to ask him if everything was alright, but he just came around to me and grabbed me by the arm so he could drag me around the car. Despite my protest and questioning he shoved me almost a little too roughly into the passenger seat then hurried himself into the driver seat. He peeled out of the gas station and went off an exit that was making us go in a completely different direction.

“Rufo! What the hell is going on!?” I finally managed to get the seat belt on me, clearly frustrated from his behavior. We were heading a completely different way than planned which only spiked my confusion. That’s when I noticed something red on the spot of my arm he had grabbed me that had bled into my shirt. It was wet and smelled irony like blood. “Rufo. What’s going on?” My voice dropped and I looked to him. I saw his hands covered in blood along the front of his shirt. “What the fuck!?”

“Ah, language doll.” He held up a hand with a finger pointed up to silence me. “And calm down. Be thankful it’s not yours and the bastard deserved it anyways.”

He looked calm, as if nothing was wrong, as if he wasn’t covered in someone else’s blood. I pushed myself back into the far corner of my seat as I looked on at him. The thought of dialing 9-1-1 came to mind but what if he went after me next? I was in easy reach of him and I didn’t know what he was capable of doing. That’s when he looked over at me. Something looked wrong with his skin. As if it didn’t fit too right like it had before.

“Calm down. I ain’t gonna kill ya. I killed the bastard to protect us.” He looked back ahead, wiping his bloody hands on a spot of his pants that didn’t have blood. “Had one of Crowley’s cards. Saw it as I walked by and while he was taking his phone out to dial him. Kept looking right at me as he fumbled with his phone. Thankfully the clerk didn’t notice as I dragged the guy to the back to give him, well, a talk so to speak.”

My heart was thudding in my chest and words were hard to find. Maybe Crowley had been right. Rufo was so calm about murdering someone, it was clear he had done it before. Or maybe just aftershock of the first time? Or if he had before just how many times had he done it before? I didn’t ask to find out. I just stayed quiet in my seat and so did he. Even when one of his favorite songs came on.

“That wasn’t your first kill, was it?” I finally spoke and my voice cracked a little at the end. I could see Rufo shaking his head out of the corner of my eye.

“Part of my job doll. Get rid of the problems and any that pop up along the way. Tie up loose ends that come up and would cause a lot more issues for me to fix later on.” He glanced at me from the side of his eye. “I can explain better when there’s no chance of anyone overhearing.”

All I could do was nod. I didn’t have anything else to say so I sat there. Even when we passed by a state trooper I just sat there. I didn’t particularly want to join in the body count and some morbid part of me was curious in his reasoning. It was a few hours later when we found ourselves in a small town of less than a thousand people. There wasn’t much too it but a few diners, a lot of antique stores and a single motel that we checked into without a worry. Rufo had carried the bags in and I found myself sitting on one of the beds closets to the door. With the bags set by their respective bed he turned to face me, taking off his jacket.

“Who are you?” I finally met his eyes. Those stunningly icy blue eyes that still sent a shiver through my spine. Even more so now than ever.

“Still Rufo.” He slipped his hands in his pockets as he spoke. “Rufo the Clown to be more specific. Though, I don’t always look like this.” One hand gestured to his almost normal looking body and he chuckled as my brow raised. “Guess I should show what I mean.”

Before my eyes Rufo was starting the change. His skin was growing paler and paler by the second until he was titanium white. His body hair and the hair on his head bled into a bright blue that popped against his skin. My brow furrowed as I backed up on the bed, my heart pounding as the man before me grabbed his face with both hands. With one fluid sweep he ripped his face clean off to reveal another right underneath. I felt the scream bubbling in my throat as I looked this new face over. Titanium white like the rest of his body. Blue triangles above and below his eyes that looked like they were etched right into his skin. And indeed, they had been as I noticed the cuts that extended past the corners. Big red lips were over his mouth that pointed upward at the end, being topped with a red dot on each end. On the tip of his nose sat a black dot to tie the whole look together.

“What the fuck.” Was all I could mutter out. I kept whispering it under my breath as I couldn’t take my eyes away from the clown who stood before me. “What the ever-loving fuck!?”

“Language doll face.” He held up a finger and I shut my mouth, nodding which made him smile. “Rufo the Clown. Full time clown and problem solver.” He slipped his hands back into his pockets as he paced the room. “I was truthful when I said I’m the way to job out west. Crowley just happened to get in the way.”

“Is…is he like you?” I finally managed to pipe up a few words and he tossed his head back in a laugh.

“We’re both far from human. I at least started out as human. Crowley is a hunter of sorts.” He turned to look at me. “Far more dangerous than me and that’s saying a lot. He’s not one to mess with. It’s a lot of fun though if I gotta admit.” Rufo cracked a smile and seeing it on his clown face sent my heart skipping a few beats. “He doesn’t want me getting to where I need to go but he’s keeping his distance it seems.” There was a pondering look on his face, almost like a frown as he got deep into a thought. He snapped his finger suddenly and made me jump. “That’s it.”

“What’s it, Rufo?” I should be bolting out the door. I should have been running to the police station we had driven past that wasn’t too far away. But no, here I sat as I asked questions.

“He’s not one for killing innocent bystanders if he can help it. Even when he gets a little on the mad side. He loves a good fight but only to those he’s after. It’s you.” He pointed at me as he got closer. “He’s waiting until you’re out of the picture.” Rufo walked around the small room as he laughed but then suddenly stopped in his tracks. He turned to face me, holding his hands out to the side in a gesture. “Wanna keep going out west with me (Y/N)? Can still see all the sights you wanna see. We can take all the time in the world. I can understand if you don’t want to travel with a clown like me.” He came up to me with his hands on resting on the bed on either side of me, leaning toward me. “Whatcha say (Y/N)? Keep enjoying the vacation and I’ll make sure you get back home safe and sound with Old Rufo?”

He looked almost excited, but he was trying to hide it with a wide, smooth smile. I could feel a headache starting as I was trying to take everything in, and I scooted back further on the bed. His smile faltered for a moment when I moved but he tilted his head to the side as if to distract me from the slight quiver of his lip corner.

“You aren’t going to kill me? After telling me all this? After showing me what you actually look like?” The thought about running for the door came back to mind. I had been having fun though. It had been so long since I had a lot of fun, especially with someone else. But the thought of being murdered made the police station look rather tempting.

“I already said I wasn’t goin to doll. I would have killed you when we were all alone in that gas station when I first met you. You piqued my curiosity though, especially when I saw a young thing like you blasting out some good old Bobby Darin.” He shook his head and he stood back up. “And I’m a man of my word. I won’t kill you and I’ll make sure you get back home safe and sound after I get the job done.”

“I… We should get some rest. It’s been a long day for the both of us.” I couldn’t meet his gaze as I slipped off the bed, going to my bag to grab some clothes to change into. “I’m going to take a quick shower.” My words were rushed as I went to the bathroom.

I did make the shower quick but every second was filled with racing thoughts. Maybe when he’s asleep I’ll go. I could easily sneak my stuff out and take off. But what if Crowley came after me since I knew about Rufo? What if Rufo got so angry that he tracked me down for running off? If Crowley was anything like Rufo, or worse, I couldn’t defend myself. And I had been having fun with Rufo if I was being honest with myself. He had even comforted me when my anxiety spiked during the storm. Maybe he wasn’t all bad? We could still have fun and he did say he would make sure I got back home safely. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad?

I left the bathroom with a slightly clearer mind, dressed in my sweatpants and a t shirt. Rufo was still in his clown appearance, propped up on his bed with his pillows while flipping through the channel. He didn’t pay me too much mind as I climbed into my bed. He was still watching reruns of Cops when I fell asleep, curled up under the sheets. I could only hope for a smoother day tomorrow.

#rufo #rufo the clown #more love for rufo #rufo: road trip part 6 #rufo the clown: road trip part 6 #rufo the clown: road trip #rufo: road trip

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charliewritesisashamed · 6 years

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Up In Smoke

Stoner+Suicidal Cas fic I never posted bc it is WAY to graphic for Wattpad. Like seriously huge ass fuckin trigger warning. I was in that place when I wrote it so I’m really stressing this it is REALLY graphic with the self harm. Please dont read it if that is triggering at all for you. I’m posting it now bc the non graphic parts are pretty good.

***I'm just sayin no drug dealer is ever gonna act like Crowley okay this is unrealistic af it's a fanfic not real life okay They will charge you every penny for what you buy I'm establishing that Crowley and Cas have known each other for a while and Cas has done many favors for Crowley

**also uh Moe's is the south east's version of Chipotle**

This has been a disclaimer.***

Cas slammed his truck door closed behind him. He tried to hold it in, but couldn't. He bawled into his stearing wheel. He rubbed his eyes, hoping no one in the school parking lot had seen his break down. He grabbed his phone and texted the contact "Crowley." Hey, it's been a rough couple days, and I just got paid. Can I stop by and fill up? Cas flipped the ignition and pulled up some Hollywood Undead on his iPod, waiting for a response from Crowley. He checked his phone. Sure, darling, mind grabbing me some smokes? Cas didn't bother answering, he just pulled out of the parking lot and headed towards the nearest gas station.

He parked his truck behind a rather sketchy looking apartment building. Crowley was already outside, a cigarette in hand. He was short, dark, almost black hair. He wore a leather jacket and black t shirt with worn jeans, Stereotypical motherfucker. "Got my Pall Malls?" He asked, blowing smoke. "Yup. Hope you know, I can smell it from here," Cas walked up to Crowley and gave him his smokes. "Landlord buys from me, he doesn't give a shit. C'mon," he led Cas inside. Once inside, Crowley pulled out a freezer gallon bag rolled up, out of his inside coat pocket. "And because you're such a delight, half off." Cas pulled out his wallet. "Only $40," Crowley smiled. "$40 is not half of what I ordered." "Over or under?" Crowley unrolled the bag and examined the contents. "This is $120 so.. dude, I'm really baked, I'm sorry, whatever half of $120 is." Cas laughed, "I can tell, your apartment reeks, dude," Cas fumbled with his wallet, "here's half of $120 is $60, plus $10 for rolling." Crowley refused the extra $10. "No, Cas, rolling on me, okay?" Cas took the $10 and the now rolled up gallon bag. "Thanks, Crowley," Cas pocketed his wallet. "Cas," Crowley pulled him into a hug, "I love ya, buddy." Crowley wouldn't let go. "I'm really baked." "Get some rest," Cas urged, Crowley laughed.

Cas quickly grabbed an empty cigarette box from his center consol and gently placed in 20 joints, shoving the rest of gallon bag in the trash bag behind his seat. He pulled out an actual cigarette, Marlboro silver, and grabbed the lighter from the glove box. Cas quickly inhaled half of the cigarette before even turning his car on. He drove home finishing his cigarette.

Cas had smoked 3 joints and was pretty baked by midnight. "I'm sorry," he kept whispering to himself. His roommate, Gabe, had bought a pack of disposable razors, he had one in his hand. He'd shaven it down enough to expose the razor part. Cas just stared at it. He got up and took off his pants, and walked into the bathroom. Gabe won't be back until Friday. He's at Sam's.

((TW))

Cas didn't really notice what he was doing until he was covered in his own blood. His thighs sliced up in dozens of places, his boxers were soaked, if he'd been wearing a shirt, the bottom portion would've been, too. A few more slices and he fell asleep.

That morning he woke up in a pool of blood that had began to clot. It was going on 7, his first class was at 10. Cas went into his room and grabbed a pair of clean boxers, somehow without getting blood on anything.

Cas stepped around the large puddle and found hydrogen peroxide under the sink. He poured almost half the bottle around the blood and let it set, going to the kitchen to get a roll of paper towels. Between the paper towels and the peroxide, almost all of the blood was soaked up by 8:30. Cas peroxided the tile to get any dried clots up. Cas hopped into the shower and his legs extremely angry about it.

Cas tried to ignore his burning thighs as he sat in his psychology class. He wore a tank top and black jeans. Despite the jeans he still felt like they were bleeding through and everyone could see and they were all secretly making fun of him. He scribbled down notes and tried not to space out, despite still being kinda high.

Another week of getting stoned and smoking and cutting blurred by. He stopped by the gas station near his apartment to pick up a new box of smokes. He walked in and took out $14 "Two Marlboro please, silver," Cas didn't look up from counter. "I'm gonna need to see some ID," an unfamiliar voice said from behind the register. "There is no way you're over 18." Cas looked up, the man behind the counter smiled and winked. "A-a-are you hitting on me?" Cas was taken aback. He pulled out his licence and handed to the man. "Yes, I am," he looked at Cas's licence, "Castiel Novak." "Cas," he handed the man the $14. "Change is 88 cents," Cas stared down at his wallet. The man chuckled. "Here is your 88 cents, your two Marlboros and," he grabbed a pen, circled his name at the top of the receipt and scribbled down 10 digit number. "My name is Dean and I get off work at 7." Cas blushed, "O-okay," he quickly hurried back to his truck.

At 7:02 Cas dialed the number Dean had given him. He quickly took another hit off the joint he was working on as his anxiety spiked. Dean picked up. "Hello?" "Hi, Dean, this is Cas, two Marlboros, from earlier today," Cas hated phone calls, he was shaking, he took another hit. "The cute one, Castiel Novak, 88 cents," Dean responded. "Yes, you said you g-got off work at 7," great now he was stuttering, he took two more hits. "Yes, sir, how would you like to have dinner?" Dean asked. "S-sure, w-where at?" "Moe's? D'you like Moe's?" Dean asked. "S-sure, meet you there at 8?" "Moe's at 8, see you there." "You too," Cas squeaked, hanging up.

Cas hit lock and his truck beeped in response as he walked toward the Moe's, his jacket billowing behind him. Dean stood outside, staring at the door. "Hey," Cas called over to him. Dean turned to him and smiled, "Hi, cutie, so they close at 9 so I'm thinking we get food to-go and eat at the park or your place or my place?" "Sure," Cas smiled.

"So where'd'ya wanna go?" Dean asked. Cas thought about the state of his apartment, reaking of weed and cigarettes and blood, a plastic laundry hamper with clothes covered in blood was somewhere in the hallway. "I have a couple blankets behind my seats, we can lay in the bed of my truck somewhere," Cas suggested. "Lead the way to somewhere," Dean unlocked his car.

Cas pulled into the parking lot of a park that was definitely closed at 8:45pm on a Saturday, Dean parked next to him. Cas grabbed the blanket from behind his passenger seat and hoped there wasn't any weed rolled up in it. Cas locked the cab behind him and jumped up in the bed, unfurling the blanket. "TARDIS blanket? Bonus points," Dean smiled, jumping up into the bed. He sat his bag down and sat down next to Cas.

"Good ass burrito," Cas said, breaking the silence. Dean chuckled, laying down. "Do you smell weed?" Dean asked. Cas was thankful he wasn't facing Dean as he went white. "God, I haven't smoked in forever, ugh what I wouldn't do for a hit or two." "Oh, thank God," Cas sighed. "What?" Dean sat up. Cas unlocked the cab of his truck and jumped out of the bed. He fished around in his coat pocket for his cigarette box. Without locking the cab, Cas jumped back into the bed, sitting directly in front of Dean, he placed the two boxes in between the two. "Cas, I meant weed," Dean chuckled. "I know," he responded, picking up the small box wrapped in duct tape, opening it to reveal 15 thin joints and a lighter. "This is Issac," Cas clicked the disposable lighter with an eye on it, "get it? 'Eye'sac? He's my best friend. I have more conversations with him than I do most other people. I was scared you'd be one of those people who look down on people like me, I'm really glad you're not, you seem really cool, but I'm also really stoned, so I could be wrong about that," Cas rambled. "You-you smoke a lot?" Dean asked. "Yes. I hope that won't be a problem," Cas frowned. "No, no, just curious, I wanna know more about you, I haven't learned much so far," Dean brushed some hair away from Cas's eyes. "Well, I'm in college, a lot of debt, I smoke a lot, both cigs and weed, I haven't had a boyfriend since sophomore year of high school, I've tried to kill myself 13 times this month, my roommate, Gabe, is-" "Wait, hold on, go back, you've tried to kill yourself? 13 times? This month?" Dean questioned. "Uh, yeah, I'm obviously not very good at that, or maybe I'm just not trying hard enough, I dunno," Cas rubbed his burning thigh. "My roommate, Gabe, is also gay, he's at his boyfriend's for a while, I've been avoiding making another appointment with my therapist, for obvious reasons, and if slash when we do sexy times stuff I'm going to do my best to not even look down at my legs at this point," Cas stopped and took a deep breath. Dean leaned forward and firmly kissed Cas. As Dean pulled away Cas took a deep breath in, "I have really bad anxiety issues I shouldn't be allowed to live on my own, there has to be at least half a gram of just pure THC currently in my body at this point, we can't go to my place, there's too much tobacco and weed and blood, I'm going to make stupid desicions tonight, and your eyes are really pretty," Cas grabbed Dean's face, pulling him back into a kiss.

#destiel #suicidal #tw self harm #drugs #supernatural

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